Intoxication | By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Vegeta....”
The soft sound makes my eyes flutter open, only to squeeze themselves tightly shut as bright light blinds them. Sometime in the night I must have fallen asleep, but my gods, it’s—
“It’s morning!”
The exultant shout makes me roll over, covers coming up around my ears and mind resolutely shutting out this nightmare. I can hear him bouncing around the bed to confront me again.
“It’s a beautiful morning, Vegeta!”
He’s singing that! Gods, if there are any, kill me now. Better yet, kill him! “That’s the point, idiot. It’s morning. I sleep in the morning.”
My voice is a mere grumble, but I know he’s heard it. I can hear his pout. “But, Vegeta! I want breakfast!”
I open my eyes and raise my head with the full intention of telling him where he can stick his breakfast only to find my words caught in my throat. He’s barely inches from me, closer now that I’m half-raised up. He’s—looking at me with this expression....
Of course, nothing prepares me for him leaning forward to close the distance aressressing our lips softly together.
I do not respond, even as he lets me go I sit there with my lips half open and my eyes wide open, staring at him as if he’s grown horns and wings.
He actually blushes, a light coloring across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Um...sorry, Vegeta. You just—looked good.”
I blink; then quickly rise all the way, swinging my legs around and resolutely ignoring—whatever just happened. “You wanted breakfast? We have to get down there quickly. The woman won’t be expecting me to eat; she won’t cook—enough....”
I know what I’ve let slip there, and half turn only to see him picking up his shirt and putting it on. Maybe he didn’t hear me.
I turn back around before he can look at me and bend over to put on my shoes and socks. I feel the bed shift as he sits on it and stand quickly, staring down at him. He looks so—
“We should get down there.”
He nods silently and stands, seemingly keeping some distance between us. He lets me lead the way out of my room and downstairs.
Everyone looks up at our entrance. I carefully keep my eyes to the front. I’m sure they’re all wondering—
“What are you doing here, Goku?”
Okay...they’re not....
He puts his hand behind his head and grins goofily as I sit down at the table. “Oh, I ran into Vegeta last night. He let me sleep over.”
I can feel her eon mon me, questioning and curious, though I’m not sure what about. Bra has already finished eating and hops up from the table, running off to who knows where. Trunks won’t leave until his mother does.
“Well—I didn’t cook enough.... It’ll take a few minutes.”
Kakarott simply nods and sits next to me. Surprisingly, I’m thankful for the company, it helps the silence.
“So—Trunks. How’s running Capsule going?”
Trunks swallows down a mouthful of food and I perk up, curious myself. “Okay. It’s pretty easy. Mom says I’ll be able to make executive decisions in no time.”
“Once you learn to curb that temper that yours. You know where—”
Her sentence is abruptly cut off, and I wonder what she was going to say; what she would’ve said if I wasn’t here.
“Hear that, Vegeta? Exec—um, what he said decisions.”
I can’t help but chuckle as he stumbles over the word. “I expect no less.”
I hear a pronounced clatter by the stove and clamp my mouth shut. She must be in one of those moods again. She’s always in those moods.
Kakarott seems to not know what to do with this awkward silence. I could’ve used this against him last night, but who wants their ex-rival to know their family life is—tumultuous at best?
It doesn’t take her long to fix more food, considering she has half a dozen robots helping her. It’s set down before Kakarott and me and I’m more than eager to join him in eating as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take us long to finish. I stand immediately after finishing and feel Kakarott stand up too. I pause, caught as two sets of blue eyes lock onto me. “I’m going to train.”
It’s mumbled, and hardly a good excuse, but I’m quick to take it. Kakarott is just as quick to follow me out of the room and down the hallway.
I turn before we’re halfway there though. “It’s time for you to go, Kakarott.” He’s seen and heard enough. More than enough.
“Vegeta....” He actually toes the ground with his foot. “Um, I really meant what I said last night.”
I raise a brow. “You’ll have to remind me what you’re talking about.”
He sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and gives all the signs of being nervous. “About wanting to spar with you. Uub is nice, but I can’t go all out with him. Please? One spar and I’ll leave.”
I eye him, but he’s practically bouncing from foot to foot. He wants a spar? I’m in the mood for one luckily. “Fine. One spar.”
He nods eagerly and we start out again. Of course, it’s right as we’re to the door that I hear that dreaded voice in that dreaded tone.
“Vegeta!”
I stop and turn on my heels, facing her as she comes storming down the hall. What’s—?
“Where’s your jacket?”
She’s in the familiar pose, one hip thrust outward, a hand on that hip and a fire blazing in her eyes. “I lost it.”
Her eyes narrow. “Do you know how much I paid for that jacket? It was leather. Real leather!”
I shrug, glancing away and sneering. “You think I care? If you were that worried about the cost you could’ve made me kill a cow and tan it for you.”
I waas has her face turns impossibly red and she leans back, eyes wide. I wait for it with the patience of one used to—
“Why don’t you hole up in that gravity chamber of yours? The only thing you’re good for around here is teaching ours kids what not to be when they grow up!”
She turns and stalks off then, presumably to immerse herself in teaching her son about running a corporation. I turn myself, ignoring Kakarott and entering the gravity chamber.
He walks in behind me, silent, his dark eyes watching my every move as I make my way to the controls in the center. “Are you ready?”
"Vegeta...."
"Shut up, Kakarott. We're sparring; you're leaving. Got it?"
“Vegeta....”
I turn toward him, face livid and ready to take out my humiliation on him. I pause, starting backwards at his closeness, at the fact that he is right there. “Kakarott?”
His lips are suddenly on mine, but not with the gentleness of this morning’s kiss. This is—needy and passionate, fiery and demanding. I feel myself melting, uncaring, into the kiss, moaning and following his own lips’ movements, not at all surprised as he forces his tongue into my mouth.
He releases me suddenly, arms leaning beside me on the console, head lowered slightly as he peers at me from beneath long, black lashes. I never noticed before how long they were.
“Vegeta...I want you.”
I shiver at the low whisper, eyes widened slightly at the husky tone. I swallow in a suddenly dry mouth and try not to squirm. “Why?”
He didn’t seem to be expecting that question. He brings his head up, eyes searching my own. Finally, a tiny smile plays on his face. “Because you are beautiful.”
I snort, shifting in the trap his arms has made. “Listen, let’s just spar and get this over wi—” My eyes again widen as he takes one hand and silences me with his fingers over my lips.
“Why do you do that?’
His hand falls away and I’m left gaping. I finally shake myself mentally and growl at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He shakes his head; still keeping me within his arms...I suppose I could get out— “You always try to pretend that nothing is important to you. There is so much in your world. Why can’t you just admit it affects you?”
My mouth opens and closes repeatedly, face burning and probably very red. Finally my voice manages to force itself from a tight throat. “Ho-how dare you!” I push him forcefully and am surprised when his arms suddenly snake around and grab my hands where they meet at his chest, pressing down at my wrists so that I hiss in pain and my knees buckle, practically falling into him.
My hands are gathered into one of his, the fingers closing around the wrists tightly and holding them to his chest.
The other hand wraps around my middle, snaking down and in between my legs before I can even blink. My eyes widen impossibly and I resist before the hands suddenly attack my balls, rubbing through the fabric of my jeans. Moaning embarrassingly loudly, I shift my hips forward, head falling to his chest.
I vaguely feel his head rest on my shoulder, moving his face to nuzzle into my hair. His hand presses particularly roughly and I hiss my breath out with another moan. “Let go for once, Vegeta.”
His words strike a chord in me and I’m suddenly careening myself every which way in a effort to escape, screaming meaningless w out out as I throw myself away from his touches.
I’m suddenly blinded by yellow light as he powers up to Super Saiyan, stopping my struggles as the hand at my groin pauses and the hand holding my wrists tighten. I still myself, tense and expectant, coiled like a spring. The hand at my groin moves again, this time soft and explorative. “Vegeta....”
I grit my teeth, trying to resist, push aside the pleasure he is giving me, the damn fuckiniot!iot! It’s useless of course; he knows this. The more I try to resist, the hotter I get. And we can both feel my erection trapped between us. His is quite noticeable as well.
“Sto-stop it. Now....”
He shakes his head against my shoulder, turning his head and licking my neck with his tongue. I let out another moan at that contact. “No. You don’t want me to.”
I grit my teeth and close my mouth against the sounds that want to come out. Unfortunately, when I open my mouth to k agk again, my pants are quite evident. Gods, if he keeps that up I’ll be— No, direct thoughts elsewhere. “Yes...I do....”
My eyes widen again and I try to pinwheel my trapped arms as an ankle suddenly hits the back of my own, sliding my feet out from under me and sending me crashing to the floor...
...where I would’ve had a hard landing if Kakarott had not caught me and lowered me to it gently. I suck in a breath as the hand is suddenly at my front, massaging my aching cock tgh agh a thin layer of material. And I get even harder thinking of that thin layer of material.
“Vegeta, don’t fight me....”
I look up at his face, the first time I have done so since this began, to see his brows furrowed, concentration on his face. He doesn’t want to hold Super Saiyan doing this. It might even be harder to hold it. And—
I nod, slowly and unsurely, and he carefully relaxes, keeping my hands in between me and him, just in case. I can’t blame him for his distrust. I’ve never been entirely trustworthy.
So it is that he surprises me when he drops out of Super Saiyan. My eyes must show this, for he smiles and lowers his face, lips brushing mine tentatively, and when I respond, he presses down hungrily, finding himself matched in fervor.
His hands slowly release mine, caressing my wrists that had been gripped so harshly. I break away from the kiss and let out a breath, meeting his eyes again with bewilderment.
Chuckling, owerowers his face and rubs his cheek alongside of mine. I narrow my eyes and turn my head slightly to allow the contact, hands coming up to meet at his waist and bring him down onto me. Gods, he’s making me so fucking hot....
“Vege-eta.” He draws out the second syllable as he nears my ear, then flicks out his tongue and drags it along my earlobe, taking the time to dip it inside briefly. He thrusts languidly toward me, and I buck up in response, eyes wide as I hiss out my breath.
Lowering his head slightly, he licks and nibbles at my neck, moving down slowly until he reaches my shirt. He smirks into my skin, stopping his movements slightly. “This needs to come off.”
I couldn’t agree more and show this by trying to move my hands to remove my shirt. He is already there though, tugging the shirt inelegantly over my head. I can’t complain, because as soon as it’s off he leans down and takes one of my nipples between his lips.
I arch up, mouth wide in a silent yell. He chuckles around my skin as he tongues the nub, pushing it back and forth, back and forth, in the same maddeningly motion that he still grinds into me with.
“Kakarott....” It’s a plea, but I could care less right now. “Stop teasing, damn you.”
He raises his head and nods once, slithering down me with alarming speed. His hands hook into my pants and pull down sharply, making me wince slightly as I lever up to watch him.
He gives me one look, an eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his feature in a frighteningly close resemblance of me before his head lowers.
My own head slams back to the ground as he engulfs my erection, taking me down to the root and sucking harshly. Oh, but he doesn’t just do that.... No, one of his hands plays with my balls, rolling them around slowly, while the other teases my entrance.
“Gods....” Does he want me to come like this? Cause if he keeps it up—
When his teeth lightly scrape against my cock, I know that yes, he wants me to come like this. I realize this even as my head rocks backward, eyes closed and what surely must be absolute bliss on my features as I release into his mouth. Good boy that he is he swallows every bit.
He appears in my view what seems like an eternity later, gazing at my panting form with satisfaction. I can feel his erection dragging over my stomach. He chuckles. “See how much I learned there?”
I have to return the chuckle, grin at him. “If I’d know they taught this I would’ve forced you to go there much sooner.”
He seems to contemplate this. “How long have you—thought about us?”
I frown, not liking the sudden serious turn of conversation. “And what the hell does that matter?”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Doesn’t I guess. Just curious.” He looks down his own body, then back up at me. “Say—you wouldn’t happen to, um....”
Chuckling, I enjoy his startled yelp as I suddenly throw my weight into him, switching our positions. I lower my face just inches from his, breath tracing his features. “You have no idea, Kakarott.”
My cock is already hardening, pondering just what I want to do to him. “Let me show you a human trick, Kakarott. Since we’re about showing what we’ve learned.”
He nods silently, watching me, and then gasps as my free cock rubs against his still trapped one, the cloth providing a painfully nice friction.
“Vegeta...take off....” He can’t seem to complete the sentence with my fast pace, and my lips locking onto his make it even more difficult. My hands, however, have certainly understood him, and I push and pull his pants down.
Both of us moan as our eionsions touch, then he grasps my shoulders with both his hands as I continue the motion I had started. I reach down with my hands while he’s so occupied, returning his earlier favor by caressing his balls. I go a bit further though, shoving my finger up to my knuckle in him.
He gives a little scream, tinny in the domed room, and goes stiff underneath me. His eyes are wide, but slowly narrow as my cock continues to rub against his, my hand continues to massage.... So when I move the finger, he just groans and shoves down onto it.
He’s tossing his head back and forth with a kind of frantic possession as my hands and body moves on and in him. He’s—so needy like this. Like I always wanted him. Like I never knew I—
“Vegeta! Please!”
His words bring me back to him...really back to him and the fact that he’s bucking every which way in order to bring himself more of what he needs. I smirk and lunge at his mouth, my ministrations faltering as he grabs my mouth aggressively and forces his tongue inside.
He rolls us over and dislodges my hands, but I’m much too into his lips playing across mine, his breath sucking mine out of my lungs, to worry about such a petty thing. Until his erection nudges my opening.
My eyes widen and I try to lunge upward, awaym thm the touch, only to feel his hands on my shoulders, his tongue continuing to fuck my mouth. So I can’t stop him when he rams himself into me.
I scream into his mouth, cause gods that hurt. A burning, ripping sensation that just won’t go away, that doesn’t seem to even have an end to it. It just goes on and on and pulses.
He’s still...very still, holding himself tense above me, now just moving his lips over me, trailing kisses over to my cheeks, my eyes. Why is he kissing my eyes?
He leans up, looking at me, turning my face back toward him when I turn it away. “Vegeta....”
I say nothing, lips pressed thinly, waiting for his next move. And move he does, his hips shifting forward and causing me to hiss in pain even as his lips lightly lay across my own, even as his tongue darts out softly to lick across my lips.
A callused hand wraps around my flagging erection, tugging it slightly and making my eyes fall closed and my mouth open just enough for that tongue to slide back in. He swallows my next moan, making sure that the pumping on my cock is much more than the shifting of his own hips.
His hands are at my waist, lifting me up and pushing in, so that I let out a surprised sound inside his mouth, frustrated that he only lets go of my mouth so we can both take a breath before latching on again.
He shifts inside me again, and my eyes widen as this time he releases my mouth so that the short shout I felt sure he would keep quiet echoes around the room.
I moan and push down on him, hands gripping his hips convulsively as I let out another loud moan as he presses that spot again.
“Kakarott!”
He leans in close, breathing across my face in pants as his eyes stare down at me half-lidded. “What?”
“More. Now!”
He chuckles, leaning back and then ramming forward hard, making my body jerk upward as I let out a whimper and growl lowly, turning my head to the side and baring my throat. It burns so nicely. His hand burns on my cock and his cock burns in my ass. As his lips descend to my neck and suckle there, they burn too.
I can feel the burning increase, till I groan and twist my head to grab at Kakarott’s lips, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth as I thrust my hips up and dig my fingers painfully into his thighs.
He suddenly rears back, breaking contact with my lips and pumping me ruthlessly as he thrusts hard, grunting harshly each time. Once, twice, three times he thrusts and pumps simultaneously until I rear my head, back arching as I release onto the both of us.
I’m squeezing and pressing his own erection in the throes of my orgasm, so I know he won’t be far behind, and he does nothing to contradict that. He throws back his own head, screaming my name as he comes into me, spasmodically jerking his hips.
I finally feel him stop, feel him slump down onto me heavily, my breath leaving my body as his weight presses down on me. It’s actually comfortable though. Warm....
I jerk upward, like a puppet on a string, and blink as I notice my room. Was it all—? Grunting as I move, I stifle a chuckle. Dreams don’t hurt.
I slowly turn to put my feet on the ground and shiver at the cold air that drifts past them. And when exactly did I come to bed—without my shoes on? I think I still had those on at the end.
I gaze around my room, giving it more than the cursory glance. Kakarott is not here, but the balcony windows are open...wide open, which explains the draft.
I stand, moving to the balcony and leaning on the railing. Did he—leave me? After...that?
I stand there for a few moments, taking in the landscape underneath me and sighing as the cool wind plays in my hair, dancing across my naked body. I’d better get inside. Never hear the end of it if one of the woman’s neighbors sees me like this....
I shuffle my way across the room and toward the adjacent room that holds my bath and shower. I’m already naked, so I simply adjust the water, turn on the shower, and step in, pulling the thick curtain shut after me.
The hot water sluices over my body, relaxing my muscles and reminding me just how long it’s been. Training doesn’t even get me this sore...especially not in those areas.
Picking up the bar of soap, I begin to work a thick lather over my body. I’m trying not to think, so of course my mind insists I do so....
He left. It shouldn’t surprise me.... It’s his words, however, that surprised me. Perhaps he learned more than just—fucking in that village. He probably learned what these humans call ‘pillow talk’ also.
‘Let go for once, Vegeta.’
My head hits the tile wall in front of me, breathing deeply through my nose to stop—whatever thoughts want to continue from there. So fucking human. How could I have ever imagined him otherwise?
“What are you doing, Vegeta?”
The voice makes me whirl around, hands splayed out to either side of me on the slick wall and eyes wide. My tail would be puffy if I still had it.
He stands there, curtain half pulled back to peer at me with raised brows, his hair hanging in front of his face. He blinks at me, taking in my body with his dark eyes, and then this—expression covers his face. “What are you doing, Vegeta?”
My eyes remain widen at this change in tone, but before I can answer, he ducks back and the curtain falls into place again. There’s a moment of silence, then a rustling and crinkling sound, dull thuds, sliding noises, and something light hitting the floor.
My curiosity overcomes my shock and I pull back the curtain, covering the lower part of my body with it as I look out. I make some strange noise in the back of my throat as Kakarott hops around on one leg, the other caught in his hands as he struggles to remove his pants. His shirt and shoes are already gone...and he doesn’t wear any underwear. Something I didn’t think he’d actually do and obviously didn’t notice earlier.
He finally manages to remove the pants and turns to me, smiling and— My eyes trail down. Well, that explains the look on his face at least. He reaches over and grabs a paper sack off the counter that I had missed before and reaches inside it, pulling out a large and fancy looking bottle.
“I wasn’t sure if you liked wine, but I figured a nice blush would do well. It’s not too tart and not too strong. Just crisp enough too.” He grins inanely and walks toward me with the wine bottle in one hand, the other dropping the sack to the floor and working on the paper around the top.
My own eyes are wide as I step back to allow him into the shower, the water making pinging noises as it hits the bottle. “Since when did you learn about wine?”
He laughs, almost a chuckle, and manages to pry not just the paper, but the cork off. It foams briefly before settling down. It’s hard to tell how much of it actually escaped the bottle with the water falling around us.
His body is suddenly uncomfortably close to my own, the heat from his skin radiating and almost competing with the heat from the water behind me. I resist the urge to back up by a bare margin as he leans his head in, bottle held out to the side as his lips lightly brush my ear with each word. “I told you I learned a lot in that village.”
He leans back and brings the bottle to my lips, carefully tipping it. My eyebrows rise as my head tilts with the bottle, the cooled wine hitting my tongue and sliding down my throat. He draws the bottle back before I can choke on it and I swallow, snatching it from him.
He makes no move except to laugh again as I bring the bottle to his own lips and force his head back. He swallows as its poured and my eyes lock onto his throat as it bobs. Almost sputtering the wine back out with another chuckle, he puts his hand on my wrist and guides it back down. “You’re dangerous with that.”
Shrugging, I lean back, letting the water soak my hair again and run in rivulets down my face. “Said I’d defeat you one way or another. Choking on wine is just as good as any other way.”
He chuckles again and wraps his arms around me, swaying lightly to some invisible beat in his head. I cock a brow, though he can’t see it with his chin on my shoulder. “You act like you’re already drunk.”
“Drunk on you.”
I roll my eyes and grimace. “That was horrible.”
“Sorry.” He leans back and then toward my face, capturing my lips with his own. We both taste of wine. I raise the bottle again and take another drink, passing it on to him. He smirks at me and takes his own drink, still with one hand around my waist and both of us swaying lightly.
We spend a couple more minutes under the spray, languidly drinking from the bottle as we pass it back and forth. I don’t know why I allow such an obviously—ridiculous embrace. Must be the alcohol.
We finish the bottle between us and I blink as it’s taken from my hand. When did my head come to lie on his shoulder?
“Well...that’s that. Want to—get to the bed?”
I chuckle and raise my head, leaning forward to lick water and wine from his lips. “No.”
He blinks at me and I chuckle again, squirming from his embrace. “I’ve got a better idea.”
He lets go of me and I flip a switch on the faucet, turning off the shower though the water still runs. I flip another switch and the drain is closed, water slowly filling the tub.
“You want to take a bath?”
His tone of voice makes me turn to him with a raised brow. “No. I’m turning on the sauna.”
He blinks at me as I flip another switch, yelping as water suddenly jets from the side of the spacious tub to strike his legs. I chuckle and move toward the side. “It’s just water, Kakarott.”
He looks up at me and—is he scowling? I chuckle, shut off the faucet, and sit down on the ledge under the water, stretching out my legs and giving a sigh as one jet hits the middle of my back while two more hit each leg on the calf.
“Come on, Kakarott. Sit back and relax....”
Grinning at me, he sits down where the ledge is next to him and then scoots closer to me. I smirk and lean forward, reaching between his legs and watching his cock twitch as my hand passes it by and aims one of the jets right on it.
“Oh!”
I remove my hand and look up to see Kakarott’s eyes wide open before they narrow, aimed at me. “Feel good?”
He nods and motions to me, but I shake my head. “No. I don’t want the water.”
Cocking his head to one side, he watches me watching him. “Then—what do you want?”
My hand again trails close to his cock, but this time I circle my hand around it, pushing back toward the base and smirking as his eyes narrow again. “What does it look like I want?”
I push myself off the ledge and move so that I am facing him, my hand still lightly stroking him. He pushes his hip, and I know he wants more of what I’m giving him.
Smirking, I move between his legs, which he spreads for me as he leans his head back, eyes still angled to watch me. I stretch out my legs away from him, lying on my stomach and slowly sliding my body up his. His hands come to my hips, aiding me as my hand releases his cock.
“Vegeta...?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“I want you to come with me.”
I still, almost stiffening as I pull back slightly. “What?”
His hands grip me harder at my waist, pulling me back in toward him, till our noses almost touch. “I’m not back for good, remember?”
I scowl into his face, not liking the closeness, not liking the reminder. “I remember.”
“So I want you to come with me.”
I try to pull back from his grip, but by the tightening of his fingers I think he’ll actually leave bruises to keep me here. “That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
The question is as honest as the look in his eyes. I hate his naivety. “Because I don’t belong there.”
“You don’t belong here either.”
My scowl turns into a full grimace. “I have no idea what you—”
“Vegeta, you know exactly what I mean. Do I have to say it?”
My scowl continues and I’m not looking at him. But my eyes dart toward him when one of his hands drifts toward my inner thigh.
“You are so stubborn. I missed that.”
Blinking at him, I flick my eyes away from his before they come to rest on his face again. “You missed it?”
“I missed you. Did you miss me?”
I look away again feelfeel his hand grip me firmly. “I don’t know....”
“Okay. Tell me what you missed.”
“What I—?”
“Yeah. Tell me what you missed. You missed something, right?”
I flounder for words, finding them harder and harder to grasp as his hand strokes me slowly. “I—I missed—I missed our spars.”
“Those were fun. We didn’t get to have many though...and they were always interrupted.”
“You promised we’d continue that spar.”
“Yeah. I did, didn’t I? We could do that on my next break.”
I gasp and arch my back toward him, trying to push my hips in further, entice him to go faster. How can he speak so candidly and do this to me? “I miss your stupidity.”
He almost stops his hand, his head cocked to the side and a confused look on his face. “My stupidity?”
I thrust toward him. “Yes.... You—you just...sometimes it makes me laugh—inside. Sometimes I wonder if you don’t do it purposely. And—it’s nice to have someone want things explained to them. Instead of assuming they know everything.”
“Ah, so it’s not my stupidity you miss really.”
I laugh even as I pant out and grip his shoulders hard. “Yes it is.”
He frowns and then blows air out of his mouth in an aggrieved sigh that flicks a strand of wet hair from in front of his face. “I miss how you confuse me.”
“Like that’s hard.”
His smile is huge as he nods. “Yeah, that’s not a big thing. Anyone can confuse me. Um, I miss—”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to miss anything if we’re together.”
“Simple concept, Kakarott. But it’s not that easy. You know that.”
“No I don’t. Please, explain it to me.”
“There are the kids.”
“You can visit them. They’re grown, Vegeta. You don’t need to change diapers or discipline them anymore.”
He chuckles as my face wrinkles. “I hardly did the first to begin with, and a look usually sufficed for the second.”
“What are you talking about? Bulma took care of Trunks and Bra had you wrapped—”
“Don’t you dare say it!”
He chuckles and continues to stroke me, a little bit faster now but seemingly ignoring me pushing into him for more contact. “Well...what else?”
“There’s—well...the village invited you, not me.”
“They didn’t invite me. Most of the time I live outside the village anyways, but I help them hunt for food and stuff. Uub entered into the competition to get money to feed his village. With two of us hunting—there’d be plenty for everyone.”
I scowl at him even as I grip his shoulders hard enough to bruise and grunt. “It’s not my home.”
“Where is your home, Vegeta?”
I toss back my head and scowl at the ceiling. “Would you just shut up and stop teasing already?”
He’s silent for only a moment, his hand still stroking me in a manner that’s driving me nuts since he’s been doing it for fifteen minutes. “When did it happen? Between you and Bulma?” He shifts the hand on my waist and curls his legs around it, sliding himself down and stretching out under me.
“I—I don’t know. After Bra was born. We just—drifted apart. I trained more; she worked longer hours. We hardly spoke, hardly looked at each other. Then came the bickering. I just—don’t know how it happened.
“We—got the kids in the middle. We didn’t mean to, either of us. But there they were. Do you blame them, who they sided with?”
He stops stroking me, wrapping his arm around my neck and pressing me into his body. The water laps around our chests. His hand drifts up and tangles in my hair. “They didn’t side with anyone. They’re waiting.”
“Waiting for what exactly?” My tone sounds as skeptical as my face must look.
“Waiting for you to be there maybe? You were training—you’re out all night, sleep all day. Bulma’s there, even if it’s not intentional. Maybe that’s what she’s mad at you for. Maybe if you were just—there for the kids, she’d be happy with that. Even if you two don’t work out.”
There is silence except for the water hitting our skins and rolling off the sides of the tub. I can’t—how could he—? From just one breakfast and that—little scene afterwards he’d figured that out? That—that Bulma and I were gone but maybe she was bitter for the kids and not for herself—as I’d assumed?
“Kakarott?”
“Mm?” He tilts his head down to look at me as his fingers rub my scalp idly.
“Sometimes you freak the fuck out of me.”
He laughs outright at that, sloshing water all around us, I can’t help but join him and chuckle.
It takes awhile for him to calm down, but when he does I have a question for him. “How did you—know all that just from one breakfast with us?”
His face goes somber then, his expression grim as his mouth straightens into a thin line. The hand at my hair drifts down and both return to my waist. “Well...I kinda knew from experience. I mean—one day—my son just...told me he hated me.”
I blink and rise up slightly, my eyes wide and locked onto his. He looks—sad. Simply sad. “Gohan?”
He shook his head slightly. “Goten. But it’s okay now. That was years ago...about three...and I—we talked and stuff. We’re better now. I’m better now.”
“But—that’ll never leave you.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah.... It felt—really bad to hear him say that...and to know he meant it.”
I lay my head down on his shoulder. “Do you think my kids hate me?”
“Well, I think they hate you not being there. Same as Goten. That was all he wanted.”
I nod, head still on his shoulder, silent for a long moment in which he merely runs his fingers from my waist to my back and back again, over and over in a very nice motion. My skin starts to tingle there. “I’ll need to tell Bulma before I leave.”
He nods as I lift my head up. “Of course. And the kids.”
I nod and lean forward, pressing my lips to his firmly. He tilts his head to the side and runs his tongue over my lips. Opening my mouth slightly, I let my own tongue out. Our tongues run over and around each other before we lock our lips together and slide them into our mouths.
Breaking apart from him suddenly, I let out a few pants, kneading his shoulders and arching my back slightly as he wriggles himself upward, angling onto his back until my erection is right at his entrance.
“Kakarott—this is going to hurt.”
He chuckles and pushes upwards a bit, rocking back and forth slightly as he grins. “I know.”
I return his grin and slowly push myself forward. “I have to thank those villagers for what they taught you—then kill them for touching you.”
Grinning even wider now, he pushes upward as I push down, his brow creasing as I enter him. At least I do know what this is doing to him—and know it’s been done before. So—we both know what we’re in for.
It seems to take forever before I’m inside him fully, and I feel him pulsing around me. It’s—wonderful. Warm and close and just—nice.
He gasps and rolls his hips upward suddenly, pushing me in deeper and making me grunt as my fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders, pushing myself up and then back down. Again and again and—he’s just perfect around me....
My head lowers and rubs into his shoulder, just below where my hand is, as I continue to move. He aids me by pushing himself up from the bottom of the tub. It’s a slow and steady rhythm we take. As if we have all the time in the world to enjoy this. And I don’t see how that’s not true.
He grunts and I raise my head to see him lick his lips, eyes narrowed and fingers alternating between tightening on my skin and trying to rub it.
“If I—didn’t know better, I’d think—you liked this.”
He chuckles and rolls his hips again, gripping my waist decisively and speeding his motions. “That obvious?”
I join him in his humor—and speed, quickening my thrusts and hearing him catch his breath. “There?”
“Oh yes.”
I repeat the motion and watch with amusement as he arches his back, mouth open soundlessly. Both of us move toward the other, me aching for that pulsing feeling and him aching for that feeling when I hit that spot inside him.
We’re going faster now, but neither of us seems to care. I can’t even tell if the water running down my face is sweat or the splashing from our motions.
Kakarott finally stiffens underneath me, eyes wide open and then closing as his orgasm ripples through him and around me. I choke out a sound as he tightens almost painfully, feeling my own orgasm ripped from me with no warning.
I fall against him, the water sloshing around us and slowly calming as we both lie there. I spit out what water managed to get in my mouth and pant, my hands curling around his neck as his legs relax their hold on my waist. I didn’t even realize he was gripping me that hard.
I feel his chest hum beneath me and lean back to blink at him. “Are you purring?”
He blinks back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No...I just—it surprised me.”
“Oh..... So—what do you want to do now?”
I stare at him for a moment before leaning in and taking his lips in mine. When I release him, we’re both purring. “I think I’d like a nap.”
He grins. “Is all you do sleep?”
Managing to look indignant, I slowly maneuver myself upwards. “No! I can’t help it if I didn’t foresee you being so damn horny and didn’t prepare myself!”
“Of course not. But this just means you’ll have to take your vitamins everyday.”
I scowl at him as I stand and hold a hand out. “Are you getting out or lying there?”
He stares up at me for a moment before grasping my hand and rising himself. “Sometimes you surprise me.”
I turn as I’m stepping out of the tub and raise an eyebrow at him. “Hm?”
“You just—do things that shouldn’t surprise me but do.”
“I could say the same of you....”
We stare at each for a moment before Kakarott holds out his hand. Blinking, I take it and find myself led past his clothes on the floor, out of the bathroom, and to the side of the bed.
Kakarott pulls back the sheets and crawls into the bed, scooting over to one side and turning toward me with his armviouviously ready to hold me. Snorting, I crawl in after him and slide beside him, feeling his arms enclose about me.
I spend a few minutes fidgeting and trying to find a comfortable spot before Kakarott suddenly rolls me over on top of him. “There. Now go to sleep.”
I huff air onto his skin and wiggle more just roterotest before relaxing.
There is a moment of complete silence in which my eyes are firmly closed and I’m slowly drifting off.... “Vegeta?”
I sigh in aggravation, eyes snapping open. “I thought you wanted me to go to sleep?”
He shrugs underneath me. “I just have a question.”
Rolling my eyes even though he can’t see it, I wiggle again. “You’re such a woman. What is it?”
“Are you happy now?”
It’s as honest a question as all the others Kakarott has asked, but it still baffles me. “What do you mean?”
He shifts a little. “It’s just—before.... You seemed so sad. You were standing there on that cliff—and you were just staring at nothing.”
I blink and rise up, opening and closing my mouth several times before I finally speak. “You were watching?”
He nods slowly. “I was just coming from ChiChi’s...and I felt your ki. I wanted to say hi—but you looked like you wanted to be alone.... And then you went to the bar and I didn’t want to go in there.... And then you left and started walking and helped that—”
“Okay, ok. I get it. So you were watching me and then you followed me....”
“Yeah....”
I lay my head back down and get into a comfortable position again. I can hear and feel his heart beating beneath me. I think I like it.
“So—are you happy now?”
I blink at nothing for a moment before I slowly nod. “Yes, Kakarott. I’m happy now.”
I’m lifted upwards as he heaves a sigh and curls his arms around me contentedly. “Good. I’m glad.”
“Yes. Now can we go to sleep?”
I feel rather than see him nod and close my eyes. I still have to talk to Bulma—make things up to my children. But—that comes later. Right now, I’m going to fall asleep on top of my lover.
Lover. I think I could get used to the sound of that.
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