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Beauty of the Beast Chapter 5 By chibi_vegeta "KAKARROT!!!" Vegeta threw himself into the cloud of vapor and smoke that floated between himself and Goku, stumbling over the inert form and nearly falling on top of him. ~Kami…please…~ his fingers stroked over the corded neck, searching, a thread of panic lacing through him before he felt the flutter beneath clammy skin. "Kakarrot?" Vegeta cupped the large warrior's cheek, tilting his head and trying to make out any injuries in the darkness. Despite his saiya-jin vision the gloom made it impossible to discern much beyond the lax features of the man beneath him. He finally resorted to sliding his hands over the prone body, his anxiety dropping as he found nothing overtly wrong, but also finding his fingers tingling and warming as he traced firm muscle and velvety skin. A tremor ran through him, relieved that Goku seemed to be whole at least, ~Thank Kami…~ Followed immediately by a rush of grateful desire that had him burying his face against the unconscious man's chest, breathing in a mixture of scorched skin and hair overlaid with sweet earthy musk. ~Kakarrot…~ Despite lack of severe injury, the man was still unconscious and Vegeta was left to drag him back to the villa. He pulled reluctantly back, hauling the prone form over one shoulder, too tired and sore from the day's training to bother to power up, taking out unexpected adrenaline in brute effort. "I'm going to have to stop feeding you so well Kakarrot…" Not even the terse sound of his voice could belie the glowing smile of relief on his features as he stalked up the steps, Goku slung over one shoulder, his fingertips brushing the stone as Vegeta hauled him inside. The prince strode straight to the steaming hot tub, unceremoniously dumping the slowly rousing saiya-jin into the water. Vegeta stood back and watched, arms folded, a smirk gracing his lips, as Goku sputtered and flailed his way to the surface. "Ack!" Goku blinked up at the prince as he choked up the water he'd swallowed, hair slopping into his eyes, coughing and finally getting his breath back. He glowered up at his ouji, momentarily unsure as to how he'd ended up there. Vegeta grinned down at the dripping and confused warrior, "Now who's kawaii ne?" He smirked in satisfaction at the blush that crept up Goku's cheeks, his gaze drawn to the water behind the dripping saiya-jin, eyes going wide in surprise. Goku tilted his head in confusion at the prince's expression, following his line of sight. A dark sinuous length coiled just behind him in the water, he froze, his jaw dropping. "AAAAAAHHHH!!!! SNAAAKE!!!" He scrambled out of the hot tub in a panic, nearly flattening Vegeta as he leapt from the water. "GET IT OFF ME!! YIIIII!!!!" Vegeta drew back a fist and punched him squarely in the jaw, knocking the tall warrior back and thumping the frenzy of fear from him. "Kakarrot!" he snapped, choking back a laugh. "It's not a snake bakayaro…It's your tail!" "Hah??" Goku blinked and looked behind him. Sure enough there it was, dripping and spiking as wildly as his hair. Vegeta couldn't stop it, it started low in his chest and built against the clutch of his throat as he tried to swallow it back. It was no use, the laugh broke free and tumbled out, pure delight and amusement rippling through the air and echoing from the walls. ~His tail!~ "Kakarrot…" he wheezed out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "you are priceless!" Kami but he hadn't laughed this hard in years. Goku could only smile sheepishly back at the prince, rubbing a hand through his dripping spikes and drawing the unfamiliar yet so-missed length of fur up to peer closely at it. "What happened Vegeta?" The prince could only laugh and shake his head, "I don't know what else that blast may have done to you Kakarrot, but it seems to have blown your tail right out of your backside…" He pressed the heels of his hands to his watering eyes, strangling against a fit of giggles. ~How undignified!~ he thought, then broke into a fresh round of laughter as the thought itself struck him funny. Goku grinned back at him, warily scraping water from the furry appendage, "Got a towel Vegeta?" ~I've never heard him laugh like that…~ He felt a fresh rush of heat to his cheeks, this time not one of embarrassment, as his eyes traveled over the laughing prince. ~Vegeta…~ "Come on Kakarrot," Vegeta turned, still choking back laughter, "let's get you cleaned up." *** Vegeta sent Goku to bathe as he prepared dinner, he was tired and didn't want to make anything complex, just mounds of spaghetti and bread. Satisfying to the stomach and quick. The prince pushed himself back from the table and scratched a hand through his still-sweaty spikes. "Your turn to do dishes," he smirked at the lazy-gazed saiya-jin across from him, "I'm getting a shower…" He stood under the stinging spray and sighed, muscles relaxing slowly, mentally reviewing the day's events. ~Why did it hurt him? Maybe it had something to do with his tail?~ Vegeta scowled as he scrubbed at himself, ~I almost lost him, he might have…~ He took a deep breath and scrubbed shampoo through his hair, tensing again as he realized that everything he'd been hoping for had nearly been wrenched away. ~I won't wait any longer…I won't…~ The ouji bared his teeth and shut off the water, weary of his indecision and self-torment. ~I will have you Kakarrot…~ His heart lurched painfully at the near tragedy earlier. ~Forever…~ He rumpled a towel through his hair and padded into the bedroom, smiling slightly to himself. ~May as well dress for the occasion…~ *** Goku stood at the sink and washed the dishes by hand, taking his time, needing it for his own inner contemplation. He'd always pushed his fascination for the prince to the back of his mind, had always pretended that Vegeta was nothing more to him than an ally and borderline friend. But the past two days had eaten away at that distance. He wasn't good at denying his emotions, he'd always spoken and acted from his heart, it was becoming impossible to pretend that he felt indifferent to the sleek saiya-jin prince. He closed his eyes and thought back to the day's sparring, the swordplay, the odd pain that came with his attempt at creating the ki blade. The wash of power from the implosion hadn't really harmed him, sure he was a little singed around the edges but it hadn't done any real damage. It had scared hell out of him though, and while Vegeta was acting nonchalant about the whole affair he'd caught a glimpse or two of worry lurking in the ouji's eyes. Those same inky black eyes that had traveled over his form time and again, sometimes lingering as Vegeta's gaze became unfocused for a few moments before darting away. Goku paused, wrists ringed with soapsuds, suddenly wondering why exactly Vegeta had watched him like that. As if he were suddenly going to crumple, his eyes then becoming hungry before knitting into a frown of worry. ~He's acting as if he cares what happens to me…~ Goku blinked, absently drying his hands, ~As if he cares?~ His thoughts went back to the previous day, the dream(?) he'd had, Vegeta's mouth on him. He shivered violently, ~I care Vegeta…~ He'd felt Vegeta's ki as it shifted through the house but hadn't really paid attention. Now, as he sought out the prince, Goku sensed him in the study. ~What do I say to him? How do I act?~ The tall saiya-jin warrior sighed softly and frowned to himself, ~It's Vegeta, I want his company, I want him…want him…~ He felt his cheeks heat at the sudden wave of desire, ~But most of all he is my friend…my prince…~ Goku nodded to himself, he'd simply enjoy the ouji's presence and tolerance of him, take advantage of this mellow side that Vegeta had suddenly revealed. He stepped from the kitchen and turned to pad silently over tile and stone. "Vegeta?" Goku rounded the corner, pausing in the doorway to Vegeta's inner sanctum, his jaw aching as he clenched it against a surge of desire at the sight of the prince reclined against thick cushions before the crackling fire. Bright ebon eyes flicked up to meet his, the firelight reflected within them rendering the prince's thoughts unreadable. "Join me Kakarrot…" His voice was low and slightly rough, almost emotional, he returned to staring at the dance of flames. Goku stepped closer, unable to tear his gaze from the feline form stretched out before him. As Vegeta stared into the fire, the burly warrior took in the display of saiya-jin perfection. The prince's gravity-defying mane was pure shadow shot through with vermilion, his sleek form covered neck to knee in a tailored robe of heavy raw silk, deep charcoal edged with ruby red, the front closed with a ladder of dark red frog closures, the top three unfastened to leave the satiny skin of his chest to glow in twilight, the planes of his face were both highlighted and obscured with the waver of firelight. ~He looked just like that…when he was standing over me…~ Goku swallowed back a soft sound of awe and lowered himself cross-legged onto a deep cushion next to the prince. ~He is beautiful…~ He felt pinned in place as Vegeta rolled his head lazily on one shoulder to regard him, his heart skipping a beat as obsidian blades seemed to pierce through him. His breath labored slightly as the ouji's lips curved up into another of those languid smiles. "Would you like a taste?" Slender fingers extended a fluted glass toward him, golden liquor shimmering within. "T-taste?" Goku took the glass reflexively, wondering at the seemingly weighted words, ~Oh yes Ouji-sama…I'd love to taste…~ and downed whatever it was in a single nervous gulp. A slow coil of warmth curled in his belly and began to spread through his limbs, a sweetish sharp taste rolling over his tongue. Whatever it might be it certainly agreed with him. Vegeta slanted an amused and mischievous look at him. "Kakarrot, that's a century-old cognac, you're supposed to savor it…" Goku's cheeks darkened and he handed back the glass silently, feeling like the baka Vegeta was always calling him, though lately he'd noticed the word held a certain richness of tone that was almost affectionate. He watched as Vegeta refilled the glass and brought it up to sip, meeting his gaze over the crystal rim, liquid obsidian pools seeming to dare him as the glass was silently offered again. They took turns, sipping and passing the crystal flute back and forth, their solemn expressions slowly relaxing as the alcohol took hold, soon they were grinning at each other like co-conspirators. Vegeta poured the last few drops into the glass, it wasn't enough even for a sip, and set it aside, shaking his head. Even a liter of the finest liquor wasn't enough to get them drunk, but it was certainly sufficient to spread a blanket of relaxed warmth between them. He found a chuckle winding its way up his throat, his teeth flashing in a grin as he recalled the panicked expression on the other saiya-jin's face as he'd launched himself from the water. "What?" Goku couldn't help but grin as that throaty laugh rippled through the air again, his skin seeming to tighten on his body as longing tore sharp claws into his control. Vegeta's head fell back as the laugh deepened, Goku's gaze locking hungrily onto the exposed throat, he could see the slight flutter of the prince's pulse. He couldn't stop his tongue sliding over his lower lip. "You were trying to run away from your tail!" Vegeta grinned at him, propping himself on one elbow, and reaching for the furry length as it flexed lazily between the cushions, his voice nearly purring. "Something so silken and wonderful…" The ouji's hand clasped gently around the sable coil, lips curving as it wrapped around his wrist when his fingers flexed through the fur, looking up at the larger saiya-jin's startled gasp. Goku was frozen in place, the tremors rippling up his spine from his tail leaving him tingling, the room around them dissolving from his awareness as Vegeta's eyes locked onto his. He swallowed a breathy moan as the ouji crept forward and slid a warm palm over his flimsily clad knee, propping his hands against the cushions as he unconsciously leaned forward. Vegeta prowled closer, his hand sliding upward to take a fistful of Goku's shirt, as he leaned forward, his eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering with ardent longing. Goku's pulse pounded, he could feel the heat that radiated from the lithe body as Vegeta pressed closer. ~He…he's going to…~ There was a brief bump of noses as the prince tilted his head, their eyes still fixed, a soft breath of heat over his lips as the lithesome saiya-jin whispered, his voice rough and fervent. "Want me…" Worded as a command, it still held the qualities of a hungry plea. Goku could not stop his eyelids from drifting shut, as Vegeta's lips brushed over his in promised whisper. A low moan caught in his throat as the warm and compact body pressed close, the kiss deepening as the prince's mouth moved ravenously against his own, his clever tongue darting out to delve against Goku's own. The younger saiya-jin's tongue was bathed in exotic spice flavored with cognac, the taste making his head spin as Vegeta pushed him slowly back against the heavy cushions. Strong limbs that once had defended the world were now rendered trembling at the caress of slim fingers, his mind clouded with the ambrosial scent that teased his nose, still frozen in shock and slipping swiftly toward feral need. The dark prince's movements were tightly controlled; slow, careful, but powerful nonetheless, as he slid up along Goku's side and pressed himself against the burly warrior. Cotton and silk were only taunting, ephemeral barriers to heated flesh and he teased them both by smoothing his fingers over the thin material clinging to Goku's chest. He couldn't get enough of the taste of the wild saiya-jin beneath him, Vegeta's tongue lapped lazily over Goku's parted lips, the flavors of earth and wine mingling into a potent drug. The ouji's thoughts scattered, blood blazing through his veins as he was lost in a haze of indescribable pleasure that washed lazily through his senses like an irresistible tide. He could form no thought; abandoning the attempt in favor of the taste, the scent, the delicious heat of the one arching up against him. Finally tearing back with a soft disappointed cry, Vegeta tangled his fingers into wild black velvet spikes and peered down at the one who had so obsessed him for so very long, searching the strong-planed features for the slightest hesitation, for even a hint of doubt. His heart seemed to stop painfully in his chest as he found that earlier devotion shining out at him from pools of midnight velvet; devotion mixed with admiration and fiery desire. In that eternity-long instant he felt it snap into place inside himself, felt himself completed. The pause was far too long to suit Goku, he missed the taste of his ouji already, wrapping strong arms around the slender body and drawing him down again, tangling the fingers of one hand into upswept black flame as he reclaimed Vegeta's mouth with his own. Need burned its way through the younger saiya-jin, the cotton cloth clinging to his suddenly damp body was insufferable, his hand slid slowly down over Vegeta's hip, rubbing the heavy silk against the prince's skin, eliciting a moan from the lithe body and a slow grind of hips. "Vegeta…" The name became a plea as Goku gasped for breath, taunting lips were drawn along the line of his jaw, teasing kisses peppered with sharp nips and slow lapping tongue trailed down his neck, leaving him panting helplessly, awash in sensation and burning need. "Koishii…" Vegeta's lips traced over the pulse in his neck, his tongue flicking out to trail over the tell-tale flutter. He shuddered as he felt the fastenings of the robe snap under the weight of the bigger man's fist, the silk slithering from his shoulders and pooling at his elbows. His own fist tightened in the cotton that clung to the heavy chest beneath, tearing it away with a soft snarl of need. A sardonic part of Vegeta's mind found it all too appropriate that his soon-to-be mate had chosen to clothe himself all in white, the very image of luscious sacrifice to the ouji's demons of desire. Goku could only arch and cling to the fiery prince as the trail of nipping kisses traveled over his chest and lower, Vegeta's hands insistently pulling the remnants of cloth from his skin, his tongue tasting, teasing each velvety inch exposed. He ached painfully for more, he needed the feel of those hands on him, the slender fingers now taunting the fur of his tail were sending bright flashes of pleasure up and down his spine. He reached for Vegeta's robe and pulled it back, the heavy fabric sliding to one side and leaving the prince's back bare. Goku breathed a soft moan of protest as Vegeta pulled back to eliminate the constraint of clothing, the robe sliding down his arms and pooling among the cushions, articulate fingers tugging at Goku's baggy gi pants, peeling them down and off. Vegeta paused to savor the sight he'd been craving so long, kneeling back on his haunches and splaying his hands on the strong thighs of the feverish warrior beneath him. Liquid onyx flowed over the finely sculpted form, relishing the flex of sinewy muscle under velvet skin, the way the heavy-lidded eyes glowed with desire. He so enjoyed wringing moans and pants from those lush lips, the taste of the strong neck still tingling on his tongue. His gaze swept down over the hard chest and stomach, marveling over the fine sheen of sweat outlining defined muscle and glimmering in ruddy firelight. Vegeta needed more, needed to renew the taste of wild woodland earth on his tongue, needed to hear the tremulous gasps and needy mews. The heady scent of passion drew him in slowly as he splayed the strong thighs wide, bending to nuzzle and lick his way along quivering flesh, moaning softly as he rubbed his cheek against hot silky steel. The soft gasps and swallowed moans grew in intensity as Vegeta nipped over the trembling skin of the younger saiya-jin's stomach, his hands sliding up in counterpoint over Goku's hips and sides, trailing his tongue down to trace through the soft fur surrounding the base of his lover's swollen flesh. "Uhhhnn…" Goku's eyes snapped open as the ouji's clever tongue teased around him, his hips bucking up, reflexively seeking more. "Vegeta…ahhh…" He whimpered then, a small needy sound that set the ouji to trembling with unquenchable hunger. Vegeta crouched between Goku's outstretched thighs, shimmering onyx locking onto pleading midnight velvet as he slowly, deliberately, snaked his tongue out to stroke over the dewy tip of the trembling saiya-jin's arousal. Goku's entire body tightened at the slippery heat of the prince's tongue as it lapped lazily at him, he couldn't tear his eyes from Vegeta's feral gaze. "Sing for me Kakarrot…" The saiya-jin ouji's fingers clung to his hips tightly as he dipped his head and took Goku's cock between his lips. Strong fingers dug into the scattered cushions as the saiya-jin warrior's head fell back with a quavering moan of pleasure, hips thrusting upward, seeking more of that slick wet heat to surround himself. Vegeta reveled in the sight and taste of his lover, breathing in deeply of the rich aroused scent of him, stroked heated palms over the writhing body beneath. This was nirvana; bliss, kismet, a heaven of taste and touch. He lost himself gladly in its embrace, caring only to continue to wring pleasure from this beautiful creature, this perfect lust-filled creature. It took Vegeta a moment to realize he was purring roughly around the thick flesh that thrust against the back of his throat, his fingers arching and raking over Goku's muscled thighs. His control was so thin, so fragile; he ached with the need to take, to bury himself in perfect liquid fire, he moaned against the sweet heat between his lips, tearing himself away harshly, nearly wild with his desire to claim this saiya-jin as his own. "Kakarrot…" Vegeta swallowed against the bare whisper of his voice, suffused with such a tumult of emotion, his control wavering as he gazed down into blazing midnight velvet. The languid gaze sharpened slowly as the warm haze wrapping itself around Goku's mind gradually dispersed. He became aware of Vegeta's fingers lacing with his own, the intense blaze in the ouji's eyes sending a bright arrow of longing through him. Vegeta leaned down and took his mouth again, slowly drawing him upright with clasped hands and teasing tongue. He sat back on his heels and drew Goku to straddle his thighs, murmuring fervent wordless desire against his lips as he drew the larger warrior up into position. "Kakarrot…" Vegeta's voice still shivered weakly, the rub of hard flesh against hard flesh threatening to rob him of all thought, "Kakarrot…" He moaned as Goku nuzzled his ear and purred deeply, nearly coming apart at the throaty tone of the saiya-jin's voice, "Vegeta…" He drew back and cupped the strong jaw in one hand as the other trailed down to bury fingers into the thick fur of his tail, nuzzling his lips against the fluttering pulse in Goku's neck and pressing the tip of himself against Goku's tight heat. Words died in his throat, he could only strangle out a single coherent sound. "Matsudai…" Goku felt the world spin away into insignificance as Vegeta's voice rang through his mind. ~Forever…~ His heart stuttered as he felt the first light touch of impending invasion, he quaked with need and anticipation, burying his hands in Vegeta's upswept mane and drawing their lips together to murmur his promise. "Hai…koibito…juuman'okudo…" ~Eternal paradise…~ Vegeta trembled, breathless in that moment, a muted snarl the only warning as the ouji's fingers dug into his hips, holding Goku fast as he buried himself in tight molten velvet. The cry torn from his lips was matched by the howl from his mate's throat before winding around them and dying out slowly. They clung to one another for long moments before a slow rocking began between them, breath shallow and ragged as they languidly ground and thrust against one another, incoherent words murmured against feverish skin. Goku's tail sought out his mate's and twined luxuriantly, fur ruffling and spiking along the coiled lengths. Vegeta ground his teeth together in a desperate bid for control, the tight slick heat surrounding him seducing his hips to move faster, the electric sensation from their interlaced tails drawing a low cry from them both. His hands trailed up Goku's firmly muscled back, digging his fingers into hard shoulders, his head falling back in rapture as Goku took over the pace. Each buck of Goku's hips sent the tip of his cock rubbing over Vegeta's quivering abdomen, the thick length invading him jolting against a place inside that made his hazy vision flash with white, the dual sensation forcing desperate mews from his lips as his mouth was once again plundered by dark spice. He thrust himself wildly against the growling prince, clinging to his beautiful beast as he drove them both toward completion. Vegeta's slender fingers slipped between them, grasping and slowly stroking the heavy heat of Goku's arousal, wrenching throaty cries from the larger warrior. The saiya-jin prince's breath was reduced to ragged gasps, his entire body tensed and tightened inexorably. As Goku's howl of fulfillment tore through the air, the fiery velvet surrounding Vegeta's cock rippled and stroked him, the assault on his senses sending him screaming over his own precipice, the air crackling golden around them as he emptied himself into his mate. *** It may have been hours, perhaps only moments, but when Vegeta finally opened his eyes the room was dark, the faint crimson glow from the embers in the fireplace gave no resistance to the chill seeping into the room. He murmured contentedly and burrowed against the form of his mate, snuggling against perfect heat, a sated purr vibrating through his chest as warm arms encircled his waist and drew him into a lazy kiss. ~Matsudai my Kakarrot…~ Goku's own purr rumbled in counterpoint to Vegeta's, he dipped his head and nuzzled the dark flame of hair, ~Hai my Ouji-sama…matsudai…~ Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 4 |