You Drive Me Insane

YOU DRIVE ME INSANE

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“You’re doing it wrong.”

The words could barely be deciphered over the harrowing wails pouring from the crumpled heap on the chilled, cellar floor. However inaudible, Goku’s sharp ears caught the observation and, in a fit of rage, he jabbed the crowbar into the mangled body once more, releasing a cry of his own. He didn’t move for a moment, staring indignantly at the beads of fresh blood contrasting with the dull stains already on his hands. Pulling the metal free, Goku stepped back and looked to the source of his frustrations. Swinging his arm back, he sent the bar spinning at a terrifying speed toward the other man – only to watch it perceivably pass right through him and jam itself into the stone wall. This did nothing more than increase the fury boiling inside of him. “Doing it wrong!? I’m doing exactly what you told me to, Vegeta!”

“I said to make him suffer.”

Glancing back down to the man writhing by his feet, he sent Vegeta a cynical look. “You don’t call that suffering?”

“Don’t play me for a fool, Kakarot. I saw you going for the heart. Ending our game when it’d barely begun.”

Goku’s hands buried themselves in his unkempt mane, clutching and pulling painfully at the tangled mess. Managing a few short breaths, his tired mind tried to reason, “It’s been days, Vegeta…” An immeasurable amount, considering all they had to judge time by were a couple of slits on either side of the room that allowed the daylight to peek through. Presently, the three occupants were cast in the crepuscular glow of night – hindering vision to the point where all Goku could see of Vegeta was the faint shadow of a silhouette.

“You can blame that on your own deficiency.”

“My fault…” He could barely grasp the notion. Everything up till now had been Vegeta. All of it. Goku was merely an accessory to that man’s madness. His mind was so muddled by sleep deprivation that he couldn’t grasp how it all started, but he remembered why he was helping, the one and only reason he would ever play Vegeta’s twisted game…

Chichi.

“Indeed. You also lack a considerable amount of creativity in your method.”

Lacked creativity. Of course it did, every attempt so far had failed to impress, so it wasn’t surprising that beating and stabbing the man with a crowbar wasn’t acceptable. At this rate, Goku felt he was fighting a losing battle. “We’re in a basement, a very empty basement. And you’ve banned me from using my powers.” Goku responded in a dry tone. “Can’t we just end this?”

“Before you accomplish your goal? Don’t be absurd.”

“My goal!?” he sputtered, the accusation sending tremors of disbelief through his body. “We’re here because of you, Vegeta! This was all your idea!”

“No, Kakarot. It’s you.”

“I want to go home, Vegeta. I’m hungry and tired…” A severe understatement. His complexion was dismal; cheeks concaved and skin pasty – save for specks of red embellishing his tattered lips. There were deep, dark crescents below his bloodshot eyes that were presently pleading to Vegeta.

“You can’t do that, Kakarot. You haven’t done what you came here to do.”

Goku couldn’t contain the cry of frustration eliciting from his lips and the kick he delivered to the crippled man’s ribs. “You won’t let me kill him!”

“Of course not.”

“Of course not…” he repeated. Of course not. Goku dropped to his knees, lacing his hands behind his head as he pitched forward, touching his forehead to the cement. He didn’t move – snipped strangled whines reverberated throughout the room. The noises were all Goku could muster, his tears had dried out long ago. Keeping his head lowered, his muffled voice asked, “…What do…you want…me…to do?”

“What you’ve always wanted to do.”

His body convulsed with a sob, spilling his words in broken gasps, “W-what does th-at mean!?”

No response.

Canting his head to the side, Goku allowed his left eye to gaze out. Nothing. He dropped his arms to his sides, placing his palms to the ground. With trembling limbs, he pushed himself onto his feet, stumbling back a few steps in the process. Steadying himself, he looked once more to where Vegeta had been but saw nothing break the stream of moonlight cascading across the room.

Fisting the hem of his ragged, faded blue shirt, he pulled at it on the verge of hysterics as his eyes darted around the room. “Don’t do this to me, Vegeta!” he screamed. “Don’t fucking do this!” He dropped his head, bangs falling forward to cover clasped eyes as his body quivered with emotion.

“I haven’t done a thing to you, Kakarot. You’re just fine.”

His haunting voice brushed past Goku’s left ear lobe. But, aside from the twitch in the corner of his mouth, he showed no sign of hearing it.

“You want something. You’ve wanted it for a long time. That’s why we’re here. Don’t you remember?”

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down while shaking his head earnestly. That wasn’t it. They were here because of Vegeta, not him.

“Stop fighting it, Kakarot.”

No.

“Just give in.”

No.

“It’s just you, me, and him. Nobody will know. He’ll be dead and I’ll never tell.”

No…

“Just look at him. He won’t be able to fight you off. It’s perfect.”

Opening his eyes, Goku peered at the man who lay unconscious a few feet away from him. He was sprawled out on his back, legs awkwardly bent and head angled off to the side. His breathing was shallow and erratic, as far as Goku could tell from the irregular rise and fall of his bare battered breast. Not only his chest, but the rest of him was also exposed - aside from a few shredded strips of cloth that were held together by fraying threads on his leg and wrist. This really was a perfect opportunity…

“Just one taste. It’s not that hard.”

Instinctively closing the distance between them, Goku knelt down. With the man’s legs on either side of him, his focus was locked on a particular part of the anatomy.

“Go on.”

Internally, Goku’s body and mind were at war. His resistance was wavering, but what that was a resistance to, he wasn’t sure. All he knew…was that he wanted to touch it. This desire wasn’t horrible. He’d done so much to this man already; simply touching him couldn’t hurt. That thought alone reassured him and willed his body forward.

Slowly, his hand crept up and his index finger brushed along the length of the shaft. His mouth, which had been dry for days, became invitingly sodden. A stream of warmth flowed down his body, leaving his lower regions hard and tender – throbbing with every beat of his racing heart. These sensations unnerved him but what caused his hand to jerk away was when he felt movement under his touch.

“Aw, he likes you.”

The words were drenched in sarcasm and accompanied by a jeering trill of chuckles. Enough to break Goku of the spell he was under, quickly rotating his sternum to lock eyes with Vegeta. Or attempt to.

“Don’t stop now, Kakarot.”

Goku tried to search him out in the obscurity, but his voice seemed to be coming at him from all directions. “Vegeta, I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this!”

“But you do.”

“But I don’t,” he insisted through a clenched jaw, however, his eyes traveled back to the man on the ground. Everything went silent from there; all Goku could hear was the throbbing in his head from his over-stimulated body. In an almost possessed fashion, he reached out once more, this time grasping the vexing appendage. He could feel it warm in his palm, enlarging and hardening in his grip and more so when he began rubbing it up and down.

Goku remained fixated, watching as a clear warm fluid seeped from the tip, trickling to his fingers. Again, he released his hand and brought it back to his person. Observing the liquid as it glided through his fingers and onto his palm, Goku felt tempted. His face began to heat up as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips. Dipping them inside, his eyes fell close as his tongue swirled greedily around each finger. He couldn’t describe the surge of sheer satisfaction he received as his tongue became coated in the fluid. It was so stimulating that he could barely bring himself to swallow and end the experience. But he did, relishing in the feeling of it slide down his throat and into his body. He couldn’t help the moan that slipped from his lips.

“Mmm, tasty.”

It was. He wanted more. He needed more!

“Imagine the fill you’d get by sucking on it.”

His eyes glazed over at the prospect. The hunger he’d been feeling earlier was no longer ebbing away at him, instead it was masked by this new craving. One that was considerably more demanding than the prior. But a bit of sense still hovered amidst it all and he held back a moment, managing to words, “It’s not right, Vegeta.”

“It’s natural. Let it go, Kakarot.”

He was in no condition to argue, already looming over the erection – which was still releasing the fluid from earlier in an endless fountain. His salving tongue glided across his rough, dry lips that were only a few hairs way from the head. Flicking his tongue outward, it grazed the tip – inciting the owner’s legs to jostle spastically.

This, for one reason or another, elevated Goku to another level of physical euphoria. Which broke any control he had over himself, his mouth enveloping the erection in a swift, savage motion that he pulled away from almost as quickly, gagging profusely.

“Did somebody get too excited?”

Leaning in once more, Goku changed his approach. He encircled the head with his fingers, sliding his thumb in slow circles around the tip. His tongue stimulated the rest of the erection, as it skimmed along the sensitive tissue. The body below him lurched once more while Goku’s own body released a pathetic stream of stifled groans – finding his own methods to be torturous. Licks progressed to sucks, until he was once again taking the head in his lips; from there he moved at a much more controlled pace. He barely went down a few inches before he pulled up, but gradually he allowed more of the man’s length to enter the warm recesses of mouth. Eventually, he lost himself in the act – mindlessly pumping the cock. Tongue and teeth joined into the act, but Goku hardly noticed. He was losing patience. He needed it now. He was so empty…

His efforts didn’t fail him. After a final deep-throated thrust, the warm, sticky seed filled his cheeks, oozing from the corners his mouth and dribbled down his chin. He swallowed desperately, wishing to savor the fluid but also fearing to waste it if it continued to spill from his mouth. A whine of protest escaped him when the erection fell limp and his salvation ran dry.

Dropping the member from his lips, Goku sat back – catching his breath. With each intake of air, his mind cleared a little bit more until reality came crashing down on him. What did he just do? What the hell did Vegeta just make him do? Vegeta had to be responsible. This wasn’t like him. Goku would never…

“Don’t tell me you’re done?”

Goku’s temperature dropped considerably when the raspy voice permeated his thoughts. Wrapping his arms protectively around himself, he grasped his shoulders and began rocking in a subtle, soothing motion. His lids slid shut, trying to block out the scene before him. Diverting his thoughts, he conjured up an image of Chichi, but it was very vague. Try as he might, he couldn’t picture her properly – she didn’t look right, she wasn’t full of life, she was…

“What the hell are you doing?”

She was…

“Kakarot, don’t you fucking ignore me!”

She…was…what?

“God damn it, Kakarot!”

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t tune out Vegeta’s boisterous obscenities and whatever he’d been seeing faded away completely into the black of his mind. His heart clenched, losing the one thing that could ground him and keep him from acting out again. He felt like he was losing grip with himself. Why hadn’t he fought it more?

“Open your eyes this fucking second before I rip them out!”

The offer was tempting, despite the intention behind it. Threats to his person barely brushed him now, not after the days of hell he’d been through. But he could tell from Vegeta’s tone that he was raging so, for the sake of his wife’s well being, he conceded to the request.

“That’s better. Have a nice nap?”

“The best…” he joked lamely. Everything was becoming so surreal to him. He didn’t know how to feel and Vegeta’s badgering comments weren’t helping any. What had just transpired was wrong. It could never happen again. He wouldn’t let it.

“I bet he’s ready for another go.”

He didn’t want it to! “Shut up. I won’t do it again. I won’t,” the words had sounded more convincing in his mind. Somehow his firm resolve had become feeble drivel when it left his lips. He was becoming really pathetic…

“You’re right, Kakarot.”

“I know I-,” his speech hitched in his throat, dark pensive hues darting to where Vegeta’s voice was emanating. “I,” he hesitated briefly, apprehensive. “I’m right?”

“You sound surprised.”

Among other things. “No, just…” trailing off, Goku’s gaze dropped to the ground as he racked his brain for some response.

“Kakarot…”

Vegeta’s sardonic whispers seeped through his musings, causing an involuntary shudder. He shifted around, feeling an almost nauseating discomfort in his gut. He wanted to go home…

“You’re showing.”

Somehow, despite the vague wording, Goku instantly knew what he was referring too. Ashamed, he brought a hand down on his crotch in an attempt to mask the evident protrusion. He instantly regretted this, the contact causing a wave of tingling warmth to flush through his body.

“Tender? You shouldn’t ignore it, Kakarot.”

He’d been ignoring it just fine until the vocally vulgar prince decided to remind him. Besides, what did he expect him to d— “Vegeta,” the name left his lips as a weak squeak. “You’re not suggesting that I…”

“…Go on. That you what?”

Goku’s mouth hung open, unwilling to finish his presumption. Instead, he settled for gesturing to the bulge tenting his pants, provoking a snort from the other man.

“What if I am?”

No, he wouldn’t do that. Not here. Not in front of Vegeta. He couldn’t.

“Oh look, I think it kicked. Baby wants some love and attention, Kakarot.”

The insinuation made him cringe.

“Do it. Now.”

Trembling, his hands inched toward the raggedy sash at his waist. Clumsy fingers undid the knot, allowing the strip of fabric to glide through them and pool to the ground. A sharp tug, and he was left only in his top, boots and boxers. Stepping out of the orange puddle, he ceased any further actions. He seemed frozen.

“Is there a problem?”

Trembling hands took hold of the elastic band and remained there as Goku appeared to be struggling internally. His face was marred with a pout as he swayed back and forth, eyes darting around desperately to find Vegeta.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry again.”

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Goku bit down – a fresh trickle of blood coloring his chin. The pain barely helped distract from the situation and after several attempts to calm his breathing, he spoke, “Vegeta…”

Silence.

Another deep breath. “Vegeta…I can’t…I mean…I’ve never…” his voice trailed off, head drooping downward, preparing to be lectured.

Silence.

Lifting his head, cautiously, Goku straightened, concentrating fully on his hearing. Was Vegeta gone? Maybe he had finally had enough and decided to let Goku g—

His musings were cut short by a thundering laugh that caused the ground beneath is feet to shift. Goku struggled to keep his footing but ended up falling forward, atop the third party. Vegeta’s laughter seemed to grow ten-fold and Goku made to move off the man but froze, his face dropping into the other’s shoulder to muffle his surprised groan.

Vegeta’s laughter disappeared suddenly, but the silence was short lived as Goku felt the air around his exposed ear become warm and damp.

“Did baby make a friend?”

Goku couldn’t have responded properly if he tried, another gasp taking precedence of his lungs. His legs felt like sacks of sand, if he could only move them an inch or two, this torture would stop. But asking is body to do anything remotely close to his wishes was hopeless, the friction caused by the two appendages shifting it readiness below him rendered him immobile.

“I was hoping for a pre-show, but if you want to skip to the main event, be my guest.”

Ignoring Vegeta, Goku gathered all the reserved strength he had and used his arms to push off the man, rolling onto his back beside him. Panting warily, his early uncertainties were lost as his groin pulsed with urgent need. Spreading his legs apart, he reached down, roughly grabbing his cock – and pumped.

At that moment, he felt like he was another person. His hands worked in a possessed fashion that he didn’t recognize and he was filled with a satisfaction that never seemed to come when he made love to Chichi. His body was on fire, his hips thrusting up to aid his hands that were now covered in pre-cum and sliding effortlessly along his shaft. The muscles in his arms tensed as he sped up the pace. Going faster and faster. He turned his head to the side, gritting down his primal groans.

Peeking through his lids, Goku stopped. His body was still surging with anticipation, but he couldn’t finish. As he lay there, staring at the broken man beside him, he could focus on nothing but the slack jawed mouth inches from his face.

“So warm and wet…”

His cock twitched painfully.

He tensively placed a finger on the bruised and bloody lower lip of the other, grazing the broken skin with his moist touch. It really was an inviting sight. So painfully alluring…

Without much thought, Goku’s body shifted itself until he was straddling the neck of the other male. The tip of his erect penis lay impatiently atop the softened lip, becoming more excited by the searing breath that ran across it’s length.

Goku couldn’t calm his breathing, he had never felt this level of exhilaration before. He’d always believed that nothing was more fulfilling than a battle, fists pounding on bones, the sharp pain of an attack – it made him feel alive. But not like this. This was something more. Something suffocating.

The lips below the tip shifted, the owners tongue sliding out to taste the sticky substance glazing his chapped skin. Goku’s entire body shuddered as the tip of the tongue met the tip of his manhood. A slight touch. Barely a touch at all. But that’s all it took for him to lose any control he had.

Lunging forward, Goku arranged himself on his hands and knees, his cock perfectly centered above the wet cavernous entry. Not having the patience to consider his actions, he dropped his hips, plunging his pulsing need inside. He should have taken it slower, should have been softer. But, at that moment, nothing mattered except gratifying his raging desires. He wanted to feel the satisfaction that was taunting him, that had always been taunting him. He’d always come so close with Chichi, but it was never enough. But finally, as he rammed himself hard and deeper inside the man’s mouth, he felt it was possible. He felt he could f---

Goku’s eyes grew wide, a surprised squeak jumping from his throat. Those lips that he’d been admiring were moving. They were hugging his shaft, adding to the friction as he glided in and out. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, the tongue was also joining in, it was lapping around his shaft as if trying to fend off the intruder but, at the same time, savor it. This sudden support caught him off guard and he felt himself cave. He could feel the cum burst from his tip, surrounding his cock as it filled and flowed from the man’s mouth. The body below him lurched several times, gagging on the flaming fluid.

That fluid…

His body was at the peak of exhaustion, but the memory of the salty juices gave him an overwhelming feeling of thirst.

“Better hurry, Kakarot. Before he finishes it all and you’re left with nothing.”

He broke out of his intoxicated haze long enough to hear Vegeta’s words and to be hit with the reality that he had been watching him as he defiled a man – a man beaten to the brink of death, on the cold floor of a dark cellar. How did it end up this way? Only a week ago he’d been home, with his wife, making love to her. Taking her in his arms and holding her tightly. So…tightly…

“You really do set yourself up for disappointment.”

Everything around him dropped from view once more, Goku’s other sense going into overdrive. He felt bad that he was enjoying this, that Vegeta was holding Chichi somewhere he couldn’t begin to imagine, and here he was enjoying the torture Vegeta was inflicting upon him.

He wanted to hate himself.

He wanted to hate Vegeta.

…He did.

But most of all, he wanted to taste that again and that desire trumped all others.

Somewhere, amidst his musings, his instincts had taken control. He was now draped flush against the other’s nude form, his tongue selfishly sweeping up the excess that colored the corners of the mouth. But, it wasn’t enough - he needed more.

Goku smothered the man’s lips with his own, his tongue invading the soft crevices of his cheeks – cleaning it of the savory cream. He literally sucked the other tongue into his own mouth, indulging in its unique tart flavor mingled with the salty touch of his own. The mix caused his cheeks to tingle, his whole mouth exploding in pleasure. He didn’t think the experience could get any better…

…until the kiss was returned.

Suddenly the thrill of battle and sex were cramped between their lips. Tongues rolling and lunging, while attempting to plunge into the other’s mouth. Lips and teeth were nipping and suckling as they attempted to devour one another.

Goku couldn’t take it anymore.

Never breaking the kiss, he took one of his hands and curled the fingers around the remaining fabric on his body that covered his torso – ripping it clean off. He rubbed his body against the one below him, concentrating on the erotic thrill it brought to his groin. It was erect again, probably had been since the kiss began – but he’d been too overpowered by his other senses to notice. As he continued to rub, his awareness for the tender appendage became more prominent. So did his awareness of his partner’s similar arousal.

The more he focused on it, the more he ached.

A cool air brushed over his bare behind, causing the hairs against his sweat soaked skin to tingle and rise. He felt clammy hands take hold of his cheek, spreading them apart as fingers slipped between.

Goku nearly bit down on his tongue or the other’s tongue, he couldn’t really tell the difference at this point.

“Like that, Kakarot? Wonder what else you could stick up this little hole, hm?”

He hated to admit it, but until then – he had no idea he was so sensitive down there. Being touched, being plunged into…he liked it, a lot.

“Tick tock, Kakarot.”

His attention was split, toggling between Vegeta’s fingers, to his arousal, and lastly on the other man’s stiff staff. That long, thick erection. He could remember how it felt between his lips as he swirled his tongue around the massive beast. It felt so good in his mouth. It’ll probably feel even better in…

“That’s right…”

The fingers seemed to vanish, but Goku wasn’t about to mourn the loss – he had better and bigger things to look forward to.

Breaking off the contact between their lips, he stared down at the man he was about use to quench his selfish and dirty desires. Even at such a close proximity, it was hard to distinguish any features on his face – the dim lighting and his mangled condition masking any clarity. All he could make out were parted lips that were releasing haggard breathes and a half lidded gaze that seemed to be trying to pass itself off as a glare. But even so, Goku felt a brief twinge of recognition. It was short, and vague, and had his mind not been so overrun with other thoughts, he might have explored it further. But at that moment, only one thing mattered.

Sliding down his body, Goku pulled himself upright once he was straddling the male’s hips. Shifting support to his knees, he lifted himself several inches as he slipped a hand between his legs and grasped the other’s erection. He felt it kick in his grip, causing an unexpected and completely ironic smile to color his face. Flittering one last gaze over the man’s face, noticing the grimace etched into his features – from pleasure or pain, he couldn’t tell, he positioned the tip of the penis against the crack in his cheeks. He wiggled his hips, slightly, until the head was hugged between the plump fleshes of his behind.

Then he dropped.

The feeling of the shaft plunging into his core was indescribable. He threw his head back, utterly confused over what he was feeling. But whatever it was, it was strong and hot and addicting.

He sat there for a moment, breathing with lidded eyes. Becoming familiar with the sensation of having another man’s penis inside him.

“D-dirty fuck…ing…whore!” wheezed the man below him.

Eyes snapped open. That was…but that voice came from…

Snapping his eyes to the other man’s face, he recognized him. The man he’d been beating the life out of for the past week and the one who he’d been taking his sexual frustrations out on…was Vegeta.

“Remember now, Kakarot?”

Turning his head to the side with such vicious speed that it resounded in a wet crack, Goku met the face of Vegeta. The other Vegeta. A smiling Vegeta.

“Do you?”

Goku shut back his eyes, fighting back an avalanche of images. Memories that seemed to horrifying to be real.

“Let me help you. Where’s your wife, Kakarot?”

Wife. Chichi. Vegeta had Chichi. Vegeta…

Vegeta was battered to hell below him. It didn’t make sense. If Vegeta was there then Chichi was…

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you? Poor Woman, marrying a fag. She could never satisfy you, could she? You were so frustrated. It made you angry. Violent.”

He knew sex with Chichi had always seemed like a chore, that he was always left tired and empty. But he didn’t hate her for it. He didn’t.

He just wished she’d try harder. Just once. That’s the only reason he pushed her. The last time they made love – he wanted it so bad. He needed a release. She wasn’t giving it to him. So he held her down. Penetrated her anywhere he could. But it wasn’t working! Why didn’t it work! And then…

“Little Kakarot is a big bad wife killer, hm?”

Goku felt sick.

“But you didn’t blame yourself. No, you blamed someone else…”

Goku’s dead gaze landed on the face of the real Vegeta, a twisted grin distorting his features. “You…this was your entire fault, Vegeta…” he breathed, the words barely legible to the other’s ears.

Vegeta attempted to shift himself, but in his condition – with the weight of Goku on top of him – he barely budged. He resorted to meeting Goku’s look with a steady stare.

Gagging laughter shot through Goku, causing his whole body to shake. His eyes never left Vegeta’s as he spat, “None of this would have happened. None if it, if you’d stayed away. But you wouldn’t stay away…”

“I was obsessed. I had to defeat you.”

“Right,” he agreed. “You kept fighting me, making me work to be better. Making me look forward to our battles. Making me look forward to see you.”

“But things changed. The feel of the battle changed, didn’t it, Kakarot?”

“Your skin burned mine,” he started. “I didn’t understand at first. But then your body crashed onto mine and…I held you there. I wanted…I wanted you on top of me. I wanted you stripped down. Naked. So I could feel your burning skill all over me.”

“You wanted me.”

“I still want you. And I will fucking have you! You made me kill my wife, you bastard! You’re going to make this better!” he growled out, leaning forward – spittle flying from his lips and slapping Vegeta in the forehead.

Vegeta attempted a grunt, but it sounded more like a wheeze. “Get off my cock, you idiot!”

“Heh…” Goku mused. “You mean, you want me to get your cock off?” He emphasized the question by pushing his weight down, burying the shaft deeper into his warmth.

A feral growl broke through the prince’s clenched teeth.

Goku’s mouth widened into a sardonic grin. “You like this as much as I do. This isn’t all me! You want this too!”

To prove his point, he began riding the cock. He rocked his body at a hard but steady pace, taking pleasure in the raw emotion displayed on Vegeta’s face.

This was really happening. He could remember now. The years of torment he went through, wanting Vegeta. Feeling confused and disgusted with himself. Hating himself. Blaming his wife for these feelings he was having. But now, finally, he would get his release.

“Harder, Kakarot! You feel so good!”

Encouraged by these words, Goku sped up his pace. He watched as Vegeta’s face contorted from disgust to pleasure to anger and back again. It was a comical display, but it ignited a new rage inside of Goku. He would not believe that Vegeta didn’t want this. He had been pulling Goku in this whole time, making him want him. This was his fault!

Staying mounted, he lift a fist and sent it crashing down on what felt like already broken ribs. Vegeta let out a strangled scream, throwing his head from side to side in agony.

“That’s good, Vegeta,” he coached. “But next time, you have to scream my name!”

He decided to stop focusing on Vegeta for a while and tend to his own needs - primarily, his raging arousal. It was already spouting in excitement as he curled his fingers around it. He pumped, swayed, curved his back as he screamed Vegeta’s name. Every muscle in his body was screaming. The blood was pulsing in his ears, making the world around him seem mute. He had truly discovered pure ecstasy.

They came together. Perfectly.

Everything was perfect.

Perfect…and black.

Minutes.

Hours.

Days.

He wasn’t sure how long he slept. But it was the most restful sleep he’d had in years. His body ached, but he didn’t mind. He could feel the smile that seemed to have stitched itself permanently on his face. For once, he was happy.

Raising his head, he took in the sleeping face of the man next to him. He felt mad, for losing his temper like that. He really did love Vegeta.

But he’d make up for it. From now on, he’d make Vegeta the happiest man on earth.

Moving his body so he could rest his head on his lovers cold, still, chest, he danced his fingers down the length of the body, coming to rest on top of the other’s cock. This was his. It was all his.

“Let’s fuck, Kakarot. Let’s fuck forever. Isn’t that what you want?”

Goku released a content sigh, nuzzling his lover’s chest, “Forever…”