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Meaning of Lust	By : chibivegeta Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meaning of Lust
- 1
Pairing: Goku/Vegeta
Disclaimer: nope, not mine...
Warnings: Yaoi, porn,
explicit sex, dark Goku, porn, did we say explicit yet? PWP/TWT, OOC

Archive: No
Thoughts bordered by tilde
(~)

"Meaning of Life"
by Disturbed
"Closer" by
Trent Reznor/Nine Inch Nails

Meaning of Lust

�Hey, Bulma! Great
party but I have to go!�
Goku waved cheerily at his
longtime friend and darted out through the big glass doors of Capsule Corp.,
lifting into the night sky without another look back.
�What is up with
him?� Bulma frowned and went back to her other guests, shaking her head
in consternation.
�What�s the matter,
Bul?� Krillin glanced over at his friend as she settled herself on the
couch once more.
�Oh, I don�t know
Krillin. Ever since Goku moved out on his own he�s been
acting�well�odd.� The blue-haired woman frowned into her drink, worry for
her friend etched on her features.
�Yeah.� Krillin
nodded his head. �Things with Chi-chi were rough for him. I mean,
coming back after all those years and finding out your family really isn�t a
family anymore. Then all the fighting and the things she�d say to
him.� The former monk sighed in sympathy. �He�s changed,
Bulma. I mean, he�s still a great guy and all, but there�s a sharper edge
to him now. Like some of that innocence is gone, y�know?�
�But where�s he always
running off to, Krillin?� Bulma turned concerned eyes on the big
warrior�s best friend. �If anyone knows it should be you.�
�Well�� Krillin
looked around the gathering, checking to see if anyone was listening.
�See, he�s got this job now, in a club. He didn�t really tell me what
he�s doing, but it�s probably something he likes, like being a bouncer, right?�
Bulma blinked at
him. �In a club? Goku?� She laughed. �Well that�s
probably the only job he�s really suited for.�
Krillin laughed along with
her, both of them unaware that their conversation was being closely
followed. The prince of saiya-jins lounged against the wall, just behind
a small potted tree set at the corner of the large den area.
The only reason he�d been
at the gathering at all was because he thought he�d have a chance to corner
Kakarrot and find out why he�d been missing their sparring times. Until
recently they�d met every weekend, either Saturday or Sunday. The sounds
of blasts and crunching punches would ring throughout their isolated sparring
grounds, wearing one another down, challenging each other and pushing
themselves to new levels of strength.
Vegeta would never admit
to missing the younger saiya-jin, though that was the fact. But he did
carry on entire conversations with himself wherein he berated the other for
disrespecting his prince and being rude to the point of needing to be pounded
into the ground. A vicious little smirk crossed his features even as he
pictured that particular scene. His thoughts were broken as a new bit of
information drew his attention to the conversation once more.
�What club is it
Krillin?� Bulma grinned. �Maybe he can get us in free.�
�Ahm�well�� Krillin tapped
his fingertips together. �You might not want to go, Bul.�
She blinked at him
curiously. �What? Why wouldn�t I?� She scowled and smacked
his shoulder. �I may be older than you and Goku but that doesn�t mean I�m
old !�
�Ow! Hey!� The
smaller man rubbed his shoulder, his cheeks flushing. �That�s not what I
meant. Just, well�� He cleared his throat, voice dropping to a
conspiratorial whisper. �It�s that new place, Club Kiru.�
�WHAT?� Bulma�s eyes
went wide. �Oh my gosh, Krillin! You have got to be kidding
me! I heard that place is�well�� She darted a look around the room,
her own tone low. �I heard it�s a strip club! Why would Goku want
to work someplace like that?�
Krillin gave her a
sidelong look. �Oh come on, Bulma. He may be pure-hearted and all,
but he�s still a guy.� His lips twisted into a little smirk.
�Besides, I�ll bet they need someone really strong to keep people in line,
y�know?�
Bulma nodded and
sighed. �I guess, but still�Goku?� She shook her head. �I
hope they pay him enough. It�s not cheap to live near the city, maybe I
should invite him to stay here�� Her voice trailed off as she considered
it.
Dark eyes narrowed as the
information was filed away. Vegeta seldom made spontaneous decisions, but
this was one of those rare occasions. Slipping down the hallway silently,
he returned to his room to make himself inconspicuous.

****

Club Kiru

Vegeta eyed the blinking
neon sign, the glare of purple sending amethyst highlights flickering over his
thick spikes of hair. This looked to be the place. It was already
late in the evening but it seemed there were plenty of people still eager to
get into the club. He pushed dark glasses up his nose and shoved his way
to the front of the line, ignoring protests and challenges alike. He eyed
the burly dark-skinned man who seemed to be in charge of letting people in.
�I�m here to see
Kakarrot.� The scowl was present in his voice even if it was somewhat
covered by the glasses.
�I don�t care who you�re
here to see, buddy. There�s a cover charge. Pay
up.� The bouncer nodded toward a bored looking female sitting
behind a caged desk.
Vegeta grunted and stepped
over to the metal bars. The girl didn�t look any older than his own daughter,
Bura. She had shocking pink hair and chewed restlessly at a wad of gum in
her mouth. She barely gave him a glance.
�Ten bucks.� The gum
cracked between her teeth.
The prince snorted and
peeled a bill free, tossing it between the bars and stalking up the flashing
steps of the club.
The interior was dark
other than the flash and flicker of what seemed to be thousands of small lights
which were focused on the on the dance floor or on the strange ladders and
scaffolding that seemed to hang from the walls and even the ceiling. All
of which were covered with a sea of grinding bodies, all moving to a loud
thumping rhythm and sonorous synthesizer.
Someone plowed into the
prince�s back, shoving him forward and yelling at him to get the hell out of
the way. Before Vegeta could give his own brand of response, the figure
had melded into the swaying mass. Growling, he suppressed his ki and slid
along the wall, eyes straining to pick out the familiar spikes of his rival�s
hair.
Nothing. Even after
a half hour of shifting along the edges of the massive room, being nearly
crushed, having drinks spilled on his shoes, being groped, and several crudely
worded propositions, he still hadn�t glimpsed so much as a wayward strand of
hair or the gleam of a goofy grin.
Shrugging his leather
jacket higher, the prince decided the baka wasn�t there after all and turned to
make his way back to the door. He blinked as the din ceased and the
lights all winked out at once. He groaned to himself, thinking of the hysteria
a power outage was sure to have on these Chikkyu-jins.
But instead of yells and
shouts, or a mass exodus, the entire gathering seemed to be holding its
collective breath. Vegeta turned with a scowl, surprised to see an
elevated stage at one end of the room lit with tiny golden spotlights. He
arched a brow speculatively, his curiosity piqued, and moved to fade into the
darker shadows closer to the stage. An amplified voice sounded through
the darkness.
�Well everyone, I can tell
by the smell of your sweat that you�ve been having a good time tonight��
There was a laugh. �But I know why you�re here, I know what you�ve been
lusting for! So let�s get on with it shall we? Club Kiru is so very
pleased to present our latest and greatest: SON SHUKUN !!�
There were whoops and
howls, catcalls and whistles. Vegeta would have sworn the noise was even
greater than the pulsing music from before. But as the crowd quieted and
leaned forward expectantly there was an electronic thump and rush, like a steady
heartbeat. The lights focused on the stage began to throb and move as a
synthesizer sounded, and a throaty voice sounded from the amplifiers.
You let me violate you

You let me
desecrate you

You let me
penetrate you

You let me
complicate you
A dark figure seemed to
materialize on the stage, seeming to stalk on all fours, his movements stealthy
and catlike. His features were indistinct as the lights washed all around and
over him in time to the steady beat of the music; indistinct perhaps, but still
very recognizable to the prince.
Vegeta felt his jaw drop
with surprise. Behind the dark glasses his eyes widened at the impossible
sight, locking onto the sway of narrow hips and the curl of a thick tail.
~ What the fuck?
Kakarrot?? ~
Help me

I broke apart my insides

Help me

I�ve got no soul to
sell

Help me

The only thing that
works for me

Help me get away
from myself
Dark eyes dilated as the
figure on the stage straightened, his hips grinding and rocking to the
continued deep beat. Vegeta�s gaze finally freed itself from the swinging
tail, and traveled from the top of the wildly spiked hair downward. This
was Kakarrot? This was the happy-go-lucky idiot savior? He blinked
in amazement at the transformation of his rival as he slinked among the golden
lights.
Dressed in black from head
to toe, an unbuttoned black silk shirt flowed over the burly saiya-jin�s
shoulders and flared around him as he moved, showing off a studded leather
collar and giving teasing glimpses of the sculpted chest and abdomen. The
slender waist was looped with several belts, some studded leather that matched
the collar while others were gleaming, scaled silver. His narrow hips
were clad in sleek black leather that hugged the muscled thighs and calves,
showing off each flex and movement in the faint light. Heavy combat boots
were laced halfway up, and thumped the stage rhythmically as his feet tread in
time with the music.
I wanna fuck you like
an animal

I wanna feel you
from the inside

I wanna fuck you
like an animal

My whole existence
is flawed

You get me closer
to god
With a deft flick of his
hand, a belt was flung out and snaked around one of the two heavy poles that
framed the stage. Goku arched, using the belt to hold himself up, his
hips grinding and thrusting at the pole. Leather-clad thighs spread wide,
his head tipped back, the shaggy spikes of hair only lending him an extra sense
of wild abandon. Howls and shouts of encouragement rang out, nearly
drowning the sound of the music.
Vegeta swallowed hard, his
pounding heart seeming to hammer in his throat as surprise melted swiftly
toward a deep animal excitement. He�d never seen the other like
this. Had been willing to bet, in fact, that his rival�s innocence and
naivet� extended to all parts of his life. It had been one of the things
the prince had found offensive about him; that Kakarrot had been so distant
from his forceful and warring race. But now, now all that had changed.
You can have my
isolation

You can have the
hate that it brings

You can have my
absence of faith

You can have my
everything
The muscular form turned
and spun, the thick glossy tail whirling around him like some kind of demonic
familiar. He peeled slowly out of the thin silk of his shirt and tossed
it outward, where it was shredded by the ravenous crowd. Both male and
female lusted for him; it sparkled like fire in their eyes. A deep growl
formed in the prince�s chest. Kakarrot was his dammit! These
Chikkyu-jins had no right to the strength of a saiya-jin!
One belt after another was
loosed from the slender waist and left scattered across the stage, looking like
sinful serpents paying homage to the demon dancing in their midst. One
button and then another were unfastened on the front of the leather clinging to
his hips as they gyrated back and forth, leaving a glimpse of dark fur against
pale skin. Vegeta felt his skin tighten in terrible anticipation; he was
becoming as aroused as the rest, perhaps even more so since he knew the one
they all lusted for.
Help me

You tear down my
reason

Help me

It�s your sex I can
smell

Help me

You make me perfect

Help me become
somebody else
Wild dark eyes flashed,
and Vegeta could swear they had locked onto him as he pressed against the
wall. But that was impossible, he was deep in shadow, while light blazed
around the other saiya-jin. He felt his gut tighten anyway, his
instinctive reaction not giving a damn about logic. It seemed as if the
other was staring into his soul, seeing every dark secret the prince had ever
held. Calling to him.
His breath was labored,
and he felt a light sweat break out over his skin that had nothing to do with
the heat and close atmosphere of the club, but much, much more to do with the
sweating and bending form that seemed to beckon to him. Heat pooled in
his groin as Vegeta watched, mesmerized by the primal display.
I wanna fuck you like
an animal

I wanna feel you
from the inside

I wanna fuck you
like an animal

My whole existence
is flawed

You get me closer
to god
The brawny figure arched
and dropped to the floor of the stage, his hips thrusting and grinding as he
writhed in sensual abandon, seeming to have forgotten his audience as he gave
himself up to feral need. The furry length of his tail went from sleek to
bristled and back again as it undulated enticingly.
Goosebumps traced a
serpentine trail down Vegeta�s spine as he watched, bewitched by the display of
carnality as sleek leather was slowly drawn from muscled thighs. Kakarrot
was left clad in nothing but small dark briefs, combat boots, and golden sweat
as he drew himself to his knees. A deep ache pounded in the prince�s groin, and
his head seemed to spin with the rush of heat through his blood. He
leaned back against the relative cool of the wall behind him, feeling as though
the milling bodies of others were mere phantoms. The only reality was
himself and the beguiling Kakarrot.
All through the forest

Above the trees

Within my stomach

Scraped off my
knees

I drink the honey

Inside your hive

You are the reason

I stay alive
The sultry voice began to
slow as the song drew toward its close, throaty and muted, as if drawing
away. The untamed saiya-jin arched back on widespread knees, his chest
heaving for breath after the exertion of the dance, pulse visible in the strong
neck as thick spikes of hair brushed the floor of the stage. Vegeta�s
tongue darted out over his lower lip, the need to taste the sweat and blood of
the other clawing deeply through his middle.
It came as a shock when
the room first went black then was lit faintly as the house lights came up high
along the walls. Vegeta blinked along with the rest as his vision sought
to adjust, the club�s patrons filing past him almost quietly after the raucous
mob they had been. Kakarrot�s tempting form had vanished from the stage,
the tangled leather and belts still scattered across the floor. The
prince struggled to even his breathing and the erratic beat of his heart.
Had that really happened? Had that actually been Kakarrot?
The announcer from before
was encouraging everyone to make their way to the door in an orderly manner and
to return again the next night. Vegeta�s eyes narrowed behind the glasses
and sought out a hiding place. Keeping his ki suppressed he crept up
behind the stage and lost himself in the curtains draping between back and
front.
He swore he could smell
the other saiya-jin. Smell the sweat and eroticism that had poured from
him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, struggling to remain
still rather than leap from cover and hunt down the source of that
perfume. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he willed his hands to
top shaking. He would find out the truth of this, but he�d do it his way.

****
He tried meditating to
pass the time and calm himself, but found his mind�s eye filled with images of
the other saiya-jin as he twisted and arched. He wondered if the scent
still tickling the back of his nose was real or if it was an olfactory
hallucination brought on by his own surging hormones. Regardless, his
body was still tight with arousal and anticipation. He was startled from
his reverie as two voices called out.
�G�night, Goku! You
really wowed them tonight! There�s a bonus in it for you if the door
increases.�
�Hey thanks! You
know I always do my best.�
There was a sharp snap of
electrical connections as the lights went out, and Vegeta peered out from
behind the curtains, cursing himself for missing his chance to confront his
elusive prey. He frowned as he noticed a soft glow from backstage. Maybe
his opportunity had not been missed after all.
He prowled through the
narrow foyer and saw that the light was coming from an open doorway. Ever
so slowly, he peeked around the edge of the frame, his eyes quickly scanning
the small room. There was a rumpled bed pushed up against one wall, and a
two-burner hotplate and coffeemaker stationed on a wobbly looking table in the
opposite corner. The floor and a single broken down lounge chair were
strewn with clothing, half of it the familiar orange and blue, while the rest
was a combination of materials, textures, and colors: stage clothing.
The alluring scent was
fainter here, though still present. The small room was empty of anything
living, at least of higher life forms. Kakarrot was obviously not here,
but Vegeta had plenty of evidence that he was staying here, and had confirmed
the erotic hallucination as reality.
As he turned to make his
stealthy way out of the club a strong hand slammed against the wall next to his
head. Vegeta�s startled gaze lifted to meet wicked ebony pools as the
mate to the first hand gripped the lapels of his leather jacket and lifted him
to his toes.
�Hey, Vegeta�� The
voice was at odds with the gleam in the other�s eyes, low and friendly, with
just a hint of amusement. �Funny seeing you here, huh?�
�K-Kakarrot!� Vegeta
did his best to growl indignantly, his hands coming up to wrap around the thick
wrist holding him up. �Let go of me!�
Sensuous lips curled into
a slight smirk. �Nah� I think I want to know what you�re doing here,
Vegetahhh��
Goku grinned ferally as
the prince squirmed and struggled to free himself, deliberately leaning forward
and sniffing into Vegeta�s hair. He breathed out a deep purr, entirely
pleased to have caught the ouji spying on him.
His life had become both
more complicated and easier since he�d struck out on his own from the little
house on the side of mount Paozu. Things had changed rapidly since the
morning a few months prior when he�d woken to found his tail had
regenerated. Chi-chi had told him he smelled bad all the time; she�d
avoided him both in bed and out. His kids were grown and doing whatever
pleased them. It had been time for him to do the same.
He�d left and lived in the
wild for a time, readjusting to his new circumstances and thinking things
through. He�d isolated himself from everyone. Since his tail had
grown back he had become more and more restless; yearning for something,
needing something that he had no resolution for. After many nights of
tumultuous dreams and with cold weather coming on he�d finally decided to go
with what his gut was telling him. It was time to lay his snare.
He knew Vegeta was
frustrated with his absence, but he�d figured the best way to lure such a
prince was to present a mystery, and draw him out. Though it had taken
time, sure enough, Vegeta had come looking for him. He�d missed their
time together himself, but he knew he was playing a dangerous game when he�d
set his sights on the saiya-jin royal.
But now Vegeta was on his
turf. The trap was sprung and so was he. The slender body strained
and arched as the prince tried to loosen his grip on the leather jacket.
Fine. He grinned and released the prince long enough to slide his hand
into the collar and pull it down hard. Vegeta had two choices; leave his
arms trapped, or let the jacket slide free. He wasn�t surprised when the
leather was shrugged off.
�What the hell are you
doing, Kakarrot?�
Vegeta�s chin dropped as
he glowered up at the other saiya-jin, his heart had begun to pound again, and
his palms grew sweaty. He felt like he was being stalked, and from the
look in the other�s eyes he wasn�t far wrong. He felt the hair on the
nape of his neck lift in some sort of primal warning.
�I think I should be the
one asking you that, Vegeta.� Goku purred down at him, his eyes
narrowing. �You�re the one who came snooping around here.�
�I�I did no such
thing!� Vegeta swallowed as a quaver threatened his voice.
�Oh but I beg to
disagree.� The flash of faint light on sharp teeth was not lost on the
prince. �What would you call sneaking into the club, then hiding
backstage, and finally sniffing around my room?�
Goku knew he had won when
the prince�s eyes dropped from his and the high cheeks flushed. Vegeta
was his. He might not know it yet, but Goku was about to show him just
how saiya-jin he had become. His hand shot out and fisted into the
upswept spikes of hair and he shook the smaller form lightly, shaking the dark
glasses from the prince�s face. A low chuckle sounded in his throat.
�Wh-What are you doing,
Kakarrot! I told you to release me!�
A feral smile
flashed. �Please release me, let me go�� Goku sang lightly into his
ear and he laughed, then his voice dropped into that almost-threatening
purr. �You came looking for me, Vegeta. Now�s not the time to be
crying about what you�ve found.�
He hauled the prince away
from the wall and back out to the backstage area, giving him a little shake
each time Vegeta struggled. He propelled the lithe form up the steps and
through the curtains, pausing only long enough to slap a few switches.
Once again the small golden spotlights sparkled over the stage.
�How did you like the
show, Vegeta?�
Goku�s voice was almost
conversational as he dragged the prince to one side of the stage and flipped a
few more switches. Pulsing music came up, filling the room with throbbing
sound. He leaned down and murmured.
�I could smell you, you
know.� Another low, wicked laugh sounded. �I could smell your lust,
Vegeta. You wanted me, just like all the rest of them.� He paused
for effect then licked at the prince�s ear. �Only difference is�they�re
never going to have me.�
Vegeta�s mind whirled;
confusion, outrage, fury, and worst of all, a deep, hot well of arousal.
He was being manhandled by this third-class baka like he had some right to put
his hands on his prince. And something buried in his psyche loved
it. He struggled to power-up, thinking that if he could throw the other
off of him he could shake these feelings free and concentrate.
�Ah, ah!� Goku shook
him harder, snapping a fist across his jaw and growling. �None of that,
Vegeta. Besides, we both know I�m stronger than you.�
The prince shook his dazed
head as he was hauled to the middle of the stage; the punch had been unexpected
and sent his thoughts reeling. The flash and flicker of light across his
vision left his eyes struggling to adjust from light to dark, he couldn�t focus
on anything. Vegeta felt trapped in the ripple of lights, anyone could be
out there in the cavernous blackness; it made him feel almost naked. He
gasped as he felt his shirt torn free, the cooler air sending a shiver through
him as it kissed his bare skin.
�I-I demand�� The flustered prince wasn�t sure what, but
it didn�t matter as the other cut him off again.
�Oh no, Vegeta.� The
dark chuckle returned. �You�re in no position to make demands. It�s
time I showed you what I�m really made of, don�t you think? After all,
you�ve always been upset when I held back.�
A thread of panic twisted
in Vegeta�s gut. This was no game; Kakarrot was serious. Desire and
arousal battled with the prince�s pride. He twisted, trying to pull away
despite the painful hold on his hair. Some dark part of him might want
this, but he was not going down without a fight.
Goku laughed, maintaining
his grip on the prince easily as he kicked one of the sloped amplifiers onto
the stage. He hauled Vegeta off his feet and looked him in the eye a
moment before leaning forward and nuzzling at his neck.
�Mmmm�� The feral
purr in Goku�s voice deepened. �You want to know the meaning of lust,
Vegeta?� He gazed into wild, desperate eyes. �Doesn�t matter,
you�re going to find out anyway.�
Goku dropped the prince to
the floor, then pinned him as Vegeta tried to scrabble away, chuckling softly
and tossing him across the amplifier. Sound pulsed through the prince�s
flesh as he struggled to get away again, but found his wrists suddenly bound in
one of the thick studded belts left scattered on the stage.
He watched dazedly as the
belt was looped around one of the poles and tied off firmly. He was
stretched across the carpeted amplifier, his hands trapped, his back
bare. He shivered in horrible expectation as he felt strong hands stroke
down his sides and hook into the waistband of his pants.
�K-Kakarrot!� He
strove once more to put command into his voice, but it came out sounding more
like a plea.
�Oh, it�s all right,
Vegeta�� Goku purred and pulled effortlessly on the heavy black denim
wrapped around the prince�s hips.
There was a long,
straining moment, but once the first button broke under the pressure the rest
quickly followed. The wild saiya-jin smirked as he drew the dark fabric slowly
down to expose the prince�s flesh. He was thoroughly enjoying the squirm
and struggle of the lean form. The scent rising from Vegeta was a
combination of fear and excitement.
He bent down and breathed
deeply of the heady aroma, his own excitement doubling as he felt Vegeta arch
up. He nipped between the narrow shoulder blades, and traced his tongue
down the nubs of his spine, and was rewarded with a low moan that he sensed
more than heard over the thunder of the music.
Drawing back slightly,
Goku unbuttoned his own jeans that he�d donned after leaving the stage
earlier. He watched as Vegeta tossed his head back and tried to glare at
him over one shoulder. Lips twisting into a feral smile, he teased the
prince�s anger and fired his arousal by slowly pushing the denim down and off
over now-bare feet.
�Mmmm�Vegeta��
Dark eyes slanted as he
dipped forward and nipped at one curved buttock, gaining a twitch and squirm
from the lithe frame. He was going to savor this, the claiming of his
prince. He took his time in pulling off Vegeta�s shoes, and lifted the
narrow hips to push his pants the rest of the way off. He paused to take
in the sight of the muscular form as it moved in response to his every touch,
and took his time stroking and exploring each curve and plane.
Vegeta pulled at his
wrists, knowing he should be strong enough to snap the leather without
effort. But that scent had returned to wend its way through his brain,
the lights left his eyes dazzled, and there was a stifling heat pulsing through
his veins that left him trembling and gasping for breath. Every throb of
the music pouring through the amplifier vibrated through his hardened flesh as
it was pressed against the padding. He could barely think, much less put up a
fight. Each touch of strong hands left his skin burning and tingling.
The prince shuddered as
those hands cupped his ass and kneaded firmly, then spread him. His head
snapped up and he couldn�t stop the cry that tore from his throat as something
hot and wet stroked firmly over his sensitive flesh. He found himself
writhing back for more as pure erotic pleasure rippled up his spine. This
wasn�t happening. It couldn�t be happening.

Nothing was this good.
Goku continued to feast on
his prince�s flesh, holding his hips down firmly, and taking his time torturing
and stroking Vegeta to complete incoherence. He thrust his tongue against
the tight pucker within the prince�s cleft and flicked it, delighting in the
breathy cries and struggles against what he knew were surges of pleasure
wracking the slender frame.
Dipping down further, he
licked firmly across Vegeta�s tightened sac, pinning his balls against the
vibrating amplifier. The effect on the prince was electrifying; he bucked
and writhed as if wired directly into the sound system himself. With a
throaty laugh, Goku dragged his wet tongue up into the cleft of his ass again,
wetting the trembling flesh thoroughly before moving up to rake his teeth over
the furry patch of Vegeta�s tailspot.
The ragged moan torn from
the prince�s throat and sent a jolt of arousal through him that threatened to
break the control Goku had been exerting over himself since he�d first laid
hands on the royal sneak. It was time he rewarded himself for such iron
will, time he got more than a little taste. He rubbed himself upward,
Vegeta�s skin feeling like hot, damp satin against his own sweating chest, and
nipped sharply at the curve of his ear.
�Mmmhh�You ready for your
lesson, Vegeta?�
The words growled into his
ear sliced through the hot haze that enveloped each of Vegeta�s senses.
His lashes fluttered as he fought to make sense of the sounds mingling with his
own breathless cries and mewls. His skin was feverish, his muscles loathe
to move at his command, he couldn�t seem to catch a deep breath, and his
thoughts tumbled around in his mind in fiery abandon, led by dancing imps of
sensation in a wild dance of need.
�Ahhnngh!� The
incoherent sound was the best Vegeta�s throat could manage.
�Mmmm�sounds like a yes to
me, Vegeta��
Goku nipped at the strong
neck as he slowly maneuvered his aching flesh into position against the
prince�s heated opening. The way Vegeta bucked and arched under him was
driving him into frenzy. Kami, he had wanted this so much! And now
the moment was here. But still he held himself back, not wanting the
prince to miss the full impact of the moment. He purred into the curve of
Vegeta�s ear, knowing he would be heard even over the rumble of sound around
them.
�Lust, Vegeta, is the
craving, aching need for something you think is out of your grasp. It
drives you mad, but you take it anyway, not caring about the consequences,
because it burns your very soul.�
Vegeta�s heart lurched, he
knew what was coming, and he knew what Kakarrot would do next. And he
wanted it, his body screamed for it. Yes, even burned for it. But
his pride still fought, buried deep beneath the layers of sensation, and made
one last ditch effort to salvage itself. He thought his throat would tear
from the pressure within him.
�N-NO!!!�
He thrashed desperately,
but when powerful hands pinned his hips down, his body conspired against him
and pressed back eagerly. No, oh kami, no. He shook his head in
denial of the searing need he felt. Kakarrot�s breath was hot in his ear
as he cried out his own need.
�Yes, Vegeta!�
Kakarrot�s hips lunged forward, and buried himself to the hilt in molten
nirvana.
Pain. White-hot and
consuming, it tore its way through him, searing along every nerve. Vegeta
could hear his scream echoing back to him from the cavernous walls and
ceiling. It was a desperate shriek of rage, defiance, and utter
bliss. Steely flesh impaled him, filled him completely, the ache within
somehow deeply gratifying and yet not enough.
Goku held motionless,
arched into the smoldering sheathe of the prince�s body, fighting every
instinct that screamed to him to simply hammer into the glorious heat surrounding
him. Vegeta was his, and he wanted to relish that which he claimed for
his own.
Gasping and straining to
hold himself still, Goku nuzzled the nape of the prince�s neck, a strangled
moan escaping his throat. He had wanted this so much, so long, yet he
never thought it would feel so incredible. All the anticipation and
holding back, each agonized moment of doubt - it had been worth it all.
With great care, he
stroked up and down Vegeta�s sides, soothing and striving to relax the
trembling body beneath him. Sliding his hands up along the straining
arms, he snapped the belt holding the narrow wrists extended and cradled the
prince back against him.
Vegeta trembled through
every muscle, the initial agony had begun to fade, and was being further soothed
away as warm gentle hands caressed him. His dazed vision still struggled
to focus, but sight was unimportant in comparison to the flood of sensual
overload pouring through him.
Heat.
Fullness. A wonderful throbbing that resounded through him. His blood
rushed and roared in his ears, but he could still hear the wordless murmurs of
wonder and delight sounding from the one who held him so close. Pain
still lanced through him, but began to entwine with an amazing coil of heat
building deep within.
Goku clung to his prince,
arms wrapped tightly around him as he sat back on his heels. He had never
dreamed it would feel this way. He had expected the fight, had planned to
overcome any resistance Vegeta might give him, had counted on his own skills.
But he didn�t know he would find himself drowning in satisfaction and emotion.
�Ohhh, Vegeta��
He buried his face in the
velvety upswept spikes of hair and breathed deeply. He wrapped one arm
around the smaller saiya-jin�s chest, and traced his other hand down over
Vegeta�s quivering stomach to close around the prince�s throbbing
erection. The combined scent of their sweat and arousal sent a wave of
need rushing through him. He curled his tail around the slim waist to
hold them more tightly together
He stroked the heated
length, and was rewarded with a deep moan and buck of the prince�s hips.
He hissed as the tight heat around him shifted and rubbed; it nearly sent him
over the edge then and there. Goku steeled himself and thrust slowly up
into the welcoming inferno, taking shallow strokes into the writhing body that
encouraged him with its own downward thrusts.
Vegeta felt the strong arm
wrap around him, strangely comforting and secure. His own hands came up
to curl around it, not to pull it away, but rather to hold Kakarrot
closer. His chest hitched for each breath, the surge of sensation through
him tangled his thoughts and left him trembling with arousal. His knees
tightened around Kakarrot�s, giving his body leverage to arch and drive downward.
He wanted, no, needed more of that
deep touch.
His head tossed as his
body bucked and strained, Vegeta�s entire being yearned toward
completion. The burning heat inside him flared outward to chase over his
skin. He shook with spasms of delight at each quickening movement, and
ground downward for more. He gave himself up to need, obsession, and the
third-class saiya-jin who claimed him with such skill.
The rush of emotion wove
with the physical sensations clawing through him until he couldn�t tell one from
another. All he knew was that he was being taken, filled, and
fulfilled. And it was Kakarrot doing this to him. Making him feel
all this and more. He felt his body shudder as their thrusts increased in
both power and speed. The fiery coil in his middle tightened unbearably.
Goku�s hips began to
tremble as each deep lunge brought him closer and closer to the abyss.
Vegeta had accepted him, was responding with his own deep-seated passion; the
prince was his. Completely. He pressed hot kisses to the cheek
resting so trustingly against his own, and his hips began to slam harder and
faster.
Some instinct drove him to
rake sharp teeth along the angled jaw and, when Vegeta�s head tilted to the
side with a honeyed moan, breathe in the scent of the strong neck. He
could feel and smell the prince�s blood rushing just under the skin. And
oh how he wanted to taste.
His tongue flicked over
the rapid pulse, tasting, but not enough. His thoughts spun out of
control as Goku found himself wavering on the brink. With an audible
crunch, he bit into vulnerable flesh, and the body wrapped so firmly in his
arms arched and spasmed. A rush of crimson burst over his tongue and he
was lost in a sea of red as climax tore through him, his shout of ecstasy muffled
against Vegeta�s skin.
As sharp teeth sank into
his neck, the helix of fire in Vegeta�s groin exploded outward, tearing a
scream from his throat that drowned out the continuously pounding music.
Each nerve burst to incandescence as sparks of white light flooded his
vision. His head fell back onto the strong shoulder behind him as he
shook with the intensity of climax.
After long moments of
gasping and shuddering, both forms slowly slumped to one side, the larger
curling possessively around the smaller. A thick silky tail draped over
tapered hips, and warm palms stroked still shivering flesh. Low purrs
sounded beneath the flow of music as nipping kisses and murmurs of satisfaction
were exchanged.

****

�Are you sure this is the
place, Krillin?� Bulma scowled around the packed dance club as she leaned
back against the bar.
�Well, yeah, Bul. I
mean, this is where Goku said he was working, Club Kiru.� The
former monk�s brow knit in confusion as well.
�But we�ve been here half
the night and haven�t seen a single spastic hair of his head.� Bulma
crooked her finger at the bartender to order another round.
�Yeah I know��
Krillin sighed and tipped back his beer. �Maybe he�s off tonight or
something. It was your bright idea to haul me along with you. I
thought you were going to get Vegeta to come with you.�
�Oooh! That man is
worse than Yamucha when it comes to standing someone up. I haven�t even
seen him for a week.�
Krillin smirked and
slanted a look at the blue-haired woman. �Sealed himself into the gravity
room, huh? Guess that�s no endorsement of your cooking.
Heheh�Ooof!�
The small human picked
himself up from the somewhat sticky floor and grumbled up at his
companion. �You didn�t have to hit me that hard! A guy could get
stepped on down here!�
Krillin hauled himself up
onto the bar seat again as Bulma downed her next drink and grabbed up her
purse.
�Well I�m tired of all
this noise, and these Goths. Ugh. Haven�t they heard of tanning
beds? Let�s go Krillin, Goku�s obviously not here.�
They both paused as the
lights went down and the small stage at the end of the club was suddenly
flowing with tiny red and gold spotlights. Everyone stopped to look, the
sea of bodies suspended in anticipation. Bulma growled and pushed ineffectually
at a large set of shoulders blocking her way. A loud voice thundered over
the sound system, drawing her attention to the stage again.
�Well all
right everyone! Welcome back to Club Kiru�s fabulous Saturday
Sinfest! We have a special treat for you guys tonight, oh yes we
do! Son Shukun is back everyone�� There was a swell of
shouts and whistles. �Yeah, yeah, we know you love him! But now he's even
better� give it up for ShuuJuu!!�
There was a jagged riff of
electric guitar followed by the throb of drums, the red and gold spotlights
swung in wild patterns, outlining two figures at each side of the stage.
Dressed identically, both wore dark leather jackets, cropped tank tops bared
muscled abdomens and the eye was drawn down to where sleek leather shorts clung
to lean hips. Muscular thighs were accentuated by clingy, sheer leggings
that ended in heavy laced boots.

Get psycho

I wanna get psycho

Get psycho

I wanna wanna wanna
wanna

Each figure swung around
one of the poles on the stage, two thick black tails snaking out to follow
along behind, waving and lashing through the air. Booted feet stomped the
floor in time to the music as muscled bodies began to flex and bend.

I wanna get psycho

Run you little
bitch

I want your power
glowing, juicy flowing, red hot, meaning of life

It's not enough to
have a little taste

I want the whole
damn thing now

Can you dig it?

The larger form suddenly
swung out to grab at the smaller, teeth bared in a predatory grin. The
smaller form twisted and danced just out of reach, his body swaying enticingly
as whirled around the pole, one leg sliding up to hook around it as he
arched. The other�s tail lashed wildly as the first teased him.
Need to get psycho

wanna hear you say
it

say, you want it,
need it

Don't wanna
wait until we finish the show

It's not enough,
you hunger for more

You're one twisted
little fuck

And now you wanna
get psycho with me

Now it was the larger
form�s turn to tease as he hooked arms around the pole on his side of the stage.
He rubbed up and down against it and dragged his tongue over the gleaming
metal, bucking his hips and grinding against the pole, his thick tail waved and
beckoned. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it aside, raking
fingers up his lean ribs and licked his lips suggestively at his stage partner.

Give in

Give in

Decide

Give in
Get psycho

I wanna get psycho

Get psycho

I wanna wanna wanna
wanna

Both bodies swayed toward
one another then away again, as if each were unsure of the other. Tail tips
looped and released, hands stroked over firm flesh as they spun together
briefly and retreated to opposite sides once again. Hips thrust and
ground, bodies arched temptingly. The crowd swayed back and forth as if
hypnotized.

I wanna get psycho

Scratch my itch

Give me your power
glowing, juicy flowing red hot, meaning of life

It's not
enough to have a little piece

I want the whole
damn thing now

Can you dig it?

This time the smaller
figure danced and spun past the larger, his tail swinging up and batting at the
other�s face. His teeth flashed in a wicked smile as he darted just out
of reach once again, leaving the larger figure grasping at thin air instead of
the writhing body he so clearly wanted.

Need to get psycho

Wanna hear you
scream

Tell me to take
you, scare you, fuck you

After we finish the
show

It's not enough,
you listening whore?

You're one twisted
little fuck

And now you wanna
get psycho with me

He knew the prince danced
only for him, the panting and leering crowd was only the backdrop for his
display of himself. Vegeta loved the attention, Goku was sure of that,
and he loved the chase. Loved being chased. But more than that, he
knew the prince loved being caught. As the music thundered around them he
swung around the pole and crouched as he moved, preparing to spring.
Give in

Give in

Decide

Give in
Get psycho

I wanna get psycho

Get psycho

I wanna wanna wanna
wanna

As Vegeta twitched his
newly regenerated tail at his mate, he could feel the anticipation building,
their audience nearly screaming with lust for the two. Everything
had changed; he was suddenly matched in sensuality and exhibitionism with
Kakarrot at his side. His heart raced as he tossed hair from his face, he
wouldn�t have it any other way. It was something he knew none but a
saiya-jin would or could understand.

I can feel the blood,
flowing through my veins

Spilling on my soul

And now the
hunger's getting bigger

Come a little
closer now

Pretentious whore
and pull my trigger

Free the violence
that is building in me

I say now end of
the ride, murder suicide

Is how I've been
feelin' lately that I can't ignore

And the need to get
psycho

Is not a question
to me

get psycho with me

The larger figure sprang forward,
tackling the smaller and tumbling them both over and over across the
stage. The crowd erupted in screams and shouts of encouragement as both
bodies now arched and writhed in time to the music. Glossy furred tails
twined together, heated mouths met in fiery kisses as strong fingers curled
into thick spikes of hair. As they moved together to the middle of the
stage, the room went black, and the frenzied music came to a sudden stop.
�Wow�� Krillin
blinked as the house lights came up, scratching at his bare head. �Did
you see that, Bulma? Bulma?�
Glancing around, he
finally found his friend. She was sprawled out on the floor in a dead
faint. Krillin knelt down next to her, despite the fact that he was sure
he would be stepped on, and patted at her cheek.
�Bulma? Hey!
Wake up!�
He grumbled as he got a
weak response, thinking of the effect the two saiya-jins seemed to have on
everyone.
�Damn.
Why can�t I have hair like that?�
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