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Touch	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If you've been to the webpage than you've probably read this already. Or maybe not. Anyway, seeing how I can't manage to get anything out on time I figure I'd put this here for all the folks that don't go to the website. ;) (Aren't I just tooooo kind?)

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His hands were very soft. Strange. He would have expected to be tossed around, handled roughly. Hell, he would have expected to be tied to the bed and gagged from all the times Vegeta had given him that sideways look and told him that he was an idiot. Told him to shut up. But all those times didn�t seem to matter here, because Vegeta�s hands were soft skinned and running down his chest, sliding on the slickness of sweat and oil and he whimpered again, felt vulnerable and needy. Aching and empty.

A chuckle, and the room was dim. Barely enough light to see the flash of eyes that looked up at him, the white smile that spread across Vegeta�s face as he moved his legs again, pressed up tight against his throbbing erection and he twisted, back arched, panted for breath and moaned. His hands were on Vegeta, on his back and his waist, sliding up and down his slick skin, down to his to rounded swell of his ass and he dug his fingers in, pulled him closer so he could feel the wet slide of his erection against his hip.

Pink tongue on Vegeta�s lips and Goku watched him as he dropped his head down to lick his chest, broad strokes of his tongue, rough with taste buds and wasn�t just fascinating how he could feel very tiny bump like sandpaper? He whimpered again, tried to keep looking at him, but the leg was between his again and he couldn�t stay still. Jerked and whimpered and wriggled on the bed under Vegeta.

�Please,� again. �Ve-ge-ta,� again.

Then his name like a growl, the letter �r� drawn out: �Kakarot.� An amused smirk on the Prince�s perfect face as he moved from one side of his chest to the other. All the time his smooth hands were all over Goku�s skin, making him blush and whimper as he fought against the incredibly helplessness of being trapped here against Vegeta and touched. Touched everywhere.

He pressed his thumb against Vegeta�s scar, way down low on his back, where the tail had once been, and felt the shudder that went through his whole body, the sound of a moan that was never given vital breath and he plied down on the scar until Vegeta shivered and moved up, fingers on his neck and shoulder, thumb against his windpipe and the hot mouth against his, opening him up with a tongue and teeth and he was willing. Messy kiss, noisy kiss, and their bodies moved together, slick skinned and sliding, seeking that peak that they could feel in the heat but couldn�t reach because it was just that fucking insane.

�Vegeta,� he panted between this kiss and the next, �please.� Jerked his hips back against the leg that was still between his and felt it move away, draw up and move so that Vegeta was straddling his waist, pressing his erection down against Goku�s stomach and an evil grin.

Goku whined then, and ran his hands down the lean back, curled them around the small waist and moved Vegeta back, just a little, pressed finger tips into that scar again and ran his thumbs up and down the cut of muscle leading down to his erection. Absolutely perfect part of his body, that muscle.

�Kakarot,� the growl again, �I�ve already told you�� Smirk growing wider because this bastard had something to rock against and all of Goku�s wiggling produced nothing but cool air against his already hot skin. He felt the prickle of goose bumps and ite hie him shiver harder. �I cannot read your mind.�

Why did he let him do this?

Right, because then he could do this: Goku turned them over, pressed Vegeta�s back down into the bed, jerked him down so he was splayed open and his head was just barely on the pillows, moved between the open thighs and ground down against him, hard hot skin to hard hot skin until they were both clutching and panting. Bared his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as everything in the universe became solely about the feel of skin against his and the thrusting of his hips, grinding down against Vegeta until he could barely even breath.

Then a hand on him, soft but strong, wrapped around his erection and he growled, opened his eyes and saw that stupid fucking smirk. But Vegeta was flushed and panting too, his other hand on Goku�s back, blunt fingernails digging into his skin.

�Vegeta,� he said again, and wondered if the Prince did this to him because he loved the sound of his own name in Goku�s voice. Probably. �Please.�

�You broke the rules,� Vegeta told him. All superior, all like he knew everything and stupid rules that he made were the rules that everyone should follow, and at this moment he didn�t give a damn, kissed Vegeta to prove that he didn�t care and ran his hands down the slick skin again, to the blushing thighs parted against his and rubbed them until Vegeta groaned into him and jerked back against the touch. �No,� he said, pushing Goku back, �You broke the rules.�

�I don�t care,� he whimpered, rolled them both onto their sides and Vegeta pushed him all the way onto his back, laid half on top of him and the hand on his erection moved to his stomach, pressed against his navel with a grin.

�Where�s the lube?� Vegeta asked. Reached across him and picked up the tube without waiting to be told, pulled the cap off with his teeth and tossed it across the room. Then pulled back and knelt there on the bed looking at him expectantly.

Goku rolled back over, onto his stomach and lifted himself up enough that Vegeta grinned at him, because tonight Vegeta had won the stupid fight, and tomorrow, Goku was damn sure going to win. His erection gave a painful throb in anticipation and he heard the wet sounds of Vegeta slicking himself, the press of fingers against him, spreading the oily lubrication and then down into him, preparing him with the most cursory methods.

Vegeta shifted behind, crawled forward and pressed himself against Goku but not into him, slid against him and there was a catch in the royal breath, a tightening of the hand on his hip.

�Come on,� he said, lowly, in the dim room, and closed his eyes, curled his hands into fists around the pillows. Vegeta pressed against him, blunt head to his entrance and he sucked in a breath before he was invaded, gasped and blood rushed hard in his ears.

Vegeta pushed harder and slid into him, down into him where he could feel the hardness and against his prostate that made him whine loudly and curse something that came out garbled, made Vegeta chuckle in his victory.

Fine by him, he dropped his head and shoulders down, let Vegeta do all the work, rested his hot forehead on one forearm and gripped his erection with his other hand. Oh, the Prince was the vain sort, he didn�t like interference when he was trying to prove something, and Goku just pissed him off to no end. Never waited for him, because Goku was the impatient sort.

�Idiot,� was the growl, and he was starting to wonder if Kakarot meant idiot in Saiyan or something.

�Hurry the fuck up already,� he responded, and then smirked at his own wittiness. Parted his legs a bit wider, so he could jerk down into his own hand and Vegeta�s knees pressed against his legs. One hand on his back and the other still there on his hip, holding him still.

�Fine,� was the response. A nonverbal yell, but the tense, the rise of power so quickly that it made Goku�s head spin and his own frantic response, trying to gather up enough energy, enough anger or frustration, but Vegeta beat him. Usually did, burst out into bright white-blue in the dimness of the room, and he grew inside of him. Got stronger and Goku panted hard for breath as Vegeta started to move, spreading him open deeper and faster, hard and quick. Making his body break out in hot sweat again, drenching him in the unbelievable heat, soft hands sure, but that was it. Vegeta was all strength and power inside of him.

�Fine,� he spat back and his own power level went up too, flared yellow and the air crackled, he moved his hand away from his hardness, shoved himself back up and pulled away, turned around, Vegeta growled, tried to catch him, but he punched the smaller Prince, knocked him flat on the bed and pinned him down, his rough hands on the shoulders, then one leg over the royal hips, and he reached down, curled one hand around the hot erection and held it in place as he sank down onto the hardness, drew him back into his body.

Vegeta just grinned.

Bastard.

Goku moved his own hips, hard and fast, fucking himself on the hardness inside of him until he could barely breath, the hand on Vegeta�s shoulder curled back up into a fist, the other hand ran up his own chest, pressing againis sis skin wherever he could, whimpering and needy but the Prince was just so fucking amused, arms behind his head, hips rocking up with every thrust but he wasn�t touching.

�Bastard,� Goku panted out worked himself as fast as he could and all his muscles were cramping and painful, bent and stretched. He felt tears of frustration in his eyes, and the bastard between his thighs was just grinning like it was such an amusing show. Until he stopped and breathed hard, one hand half covering his own face and the other on his chest. �Please, Vegeta,� he said again, �Please?�

�I should let you suffer,� was the response. Hands on his skin again, smooth soft hands, pushing him back, laying him out on the bed flat on his back, and his legs were pushed up out of the way, the hardness shifted inside of him. Vegeta�s hands on him, moving endlessly over his too-hot skin, and he gasped for breath as the Prince started to move in him again. Slow and measured, endlessly strokes like water lapping.

He sucked on his own hand, like a baby, moaned and whimpered. Reached toward the thick dark hair and curled his hand in it. Felt the shudder through Vegeta and nodded his own head, felt his eyes close and then they were back to the hard thrusts, deep and fast, but this time those hands were on him, and his hand fell from his mouth, down to Vegeta�s shoulder, his back, pressing touches wherever he could as his head rolled back and forth mindlessly.

Hard beats of his heart and his erection was weeping now, caught between Vegeta and him and then there was no air in his lungs, static white behind his eyelids as the insanity overtook him and a sound like a thunderclap echoed endlessly through the room.

Vegeta cursed his name out and the hardness in him broke and flooded him with heat as he struggled back down from the high that was making his head spin so quickly and the breath stall in his lungs. Felt Vegeta slide back out of him and climb up his body, press his hot mouth to Goku�s and they panted into one another, like kissing.

�Asshole,� Vegeta muttered, powered down and pressed fingers against the forming bruise on his jaw. �Tomorrow I�ll let you suffer.�

Right. As if he didn�t say that every night.

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Vegeta: *smug*

Goku: *gasp *

Trunks: Why didn�t I get a lemon?!

Goten: Dude�did you * want * to sleep with your father? *lots of men in white uniforms are standing around waiting for the answer *

Trunks: No! But you know you� *notices Goten�s eye is twitching * are really hot yourself and uh�

Goten: You want to sleep with my dad don�t you? *is randomly holding point objects * Bastard! *tosses point objects in Trunks� general direction.
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