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How Deep Can You Reach? By chibi_vegeta Drabble Round 17; Itch A restless desire or craving for something: an itch to travel. Continued from Round 16, 496 words. Vegeta gazed speculatively at the other saiya-jin as he took the glass of wine so graciously offered. Kakarrot had sheltered him, fed him, and had been a moderately entertaining companion. The lush rugs and tapestries covering the stone of the cave gave it a den-like feel. The food was fresh-killed and succulent, roasted over the heat of the still-crackling fire. Now he was being offered wine. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it made him feel just a little nervous. He startled slightly as he realized he was staring, tipping his glass up and draining the deep red liquid, hoping the goblet covered the slight flush of his cheeks. Eyes darting away from the focus of his attention, Vegeta tried to pretend disinterested boredom, but the pillows were thick and warm, and they lulled him to relax. By the time they had drained a third glass of wine in comfortable silence his eyes were heavy-lidded and he lounged indolently against the pillows. The slight buzz of alcohol loosened his limbs as well as his inhibitions, and he found himself watching the younger saiya-jin again, making note of things he'd never really noticed before. Like how thick Kakarrot's eyelashes were, how they shaded his eyes just so. And the way the spikes of his hair swept over his forehead and gave him a coy expression, even in battle. He squirmed, groin tightening, recalling the intensity on his rival's face as they sparred. The thought came unbidden; how would Kakarrot look, locked in a more passionate embrace? With it came a flood of mental images, each seeking to out-do the next in terms of perversion and raw sexuality. His vision came to focus on Goku's dark eyes as he suddenly realized the other had spoken. "What? Don't mumble, Kakarrot!" Goku's chin dropped, a lazy smirk twisting his lips. "I said you look uncomfortable, is something wrong?" Damn the perceptive bastard! Pushing up onto one elbow, Vegeta raked a hand through his hair and fumbled for an answer, trying to shake loose the images dancing through his head. "Ahm…just an itch…" Vegeta groaned inwardly, realizing how positively lame that sounded. His eyes widened slightly as Goku turned to all fours and began crawling across the cushions toward him. He wondered just when it was that Kakarrot's voice had become so…tempting. "Well, here…let me help, Vegeta." The prince swallowed as the larger warrior nearly crouched over him, his scent and the warmth of his skin as seductive as his voice. Vegeta's middle contracted, heat pooled low in his belly as he struggled for words. "I-I don't think you can…reach it…" Goku's smirk deepened, his voice dropping further as he propped hands on either side of the prince's hips. The shaggy spikes of hair dipped as he slowly bent down and deliberately scented along Vegeta's neck, trailing lips slowly along the angle of his jaw to murmur into Vegeta's mouth. "Oh yes, I promise you I can…" Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Trap / Drink Me Down |