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Lemon Shortcake Slice One By chibi_vegeta (Vegeta's POV) I wait for the next blow and the next. YES! The crunch of flesh under fist, I live for this you know. Even the losses, they give me insight to where I must improve, sometimes I think you let me win so that I will keep coming back. My fist loosens your jaw as a beautiful punch lands, ah near artistry. I know that I will always be here, you will always be there, we balance you and I. A heavy grunt forced from me as your elbow cracks my ribs, where did that come from? I feel the scowl riding my face like some liquid mask, I want to grin at you, proud of your skill even if it is your Ouji you try to best. And usually succeed. The taste of my own blood on my tongue bringing instead a furious snarl of rage, it is a front, you know. The flurry of our fists, strong enough to split the very ground, instead blocked and parried, the sound is musical to me. A song of flesh and bone, growls and snapping teeth, a dance of pure bloodlust. And it is lust you know. I see the pain lance through your eyes as my foot connects with your upper thigh. I smirk, though not at your pain, I find it amusing that my thoughts tend toward hoping I've not damaged anything delicate. But you don't know, how can you know? I berate you, habit if you will, but more like a way of denying myself. I've trained and focused on one thing for how many years now? I only want to defeat you, another smirk, you become angrier, but that is only what I tell you. I try to convince you that I feel nothing but hatred for you, disgust, but I know that my eyes cannot reflect that, only wear it on the surface. I wonder, hope?, sometimes if you can see through. The punch you land to my gut seems lighter this time, as if you've pulled it at the last second, I take advantage of your hesitation and swing doubled hands into the base of your spine. I laugh then, again, not at your pain, but at the way I am slung over your shoulder like a prize as you straighten. I flip back, aiming a chop at your neck, dancing away to sneer, though even now it feels forced. I see in your eyes the reflection of me, the prince you think you know. I'm sure that you've bought into the lie, that your destruction is my sole desire, all I've ever wanted. I'm glad you cannot know the depths of which I would sink for you. The me outside is arrogant and cruel, wants only to see you on your knees. ~oh yes~ The me inside knows what I really want, and yes you are it. But I don't want to defeat you with fists and fury, we are equally matched now, there is a much subtler combat I wish to win with you. Combat yes, a second dance of lust, lines drawn in taste and touch, moans and whimpering mews of pleasure our battle cries. "Damn you Kakarrot!" I snarl as you vanish from before my fist, only to reappear directly behind me, your fingers locked in my hair, a hammer blow to my spine. ~touch me~ My breath is as labored as yours, we square off across from one another floating a hundred feet above our sparring grounds. So beautiful here, as are you, the flow of your skin over sculpted muscle. I straighten so that you cannot see how the sight of you makes me weak, preparing a blast, the glow of power between my hands. Some noise distracts, you look to where rock crumbles from where one or another of us has impacted. I smirk, ~now!~, I throw my ki at you, a perfect golden ball of hate. Or it would be if I could bring myself to hate you, now it crackles with lust and desire, need. I chuckle, you cannot block it, I see your eyes widen as you realize I've cheated. It blasts you down into the earth, burning away your clothing along with your consciousness, I follow closely. I cannot believe that the opportunity is at hand, your destruction. Here, now, I can destroy you. But I cannot, for there is still that other combat, there is still the sight of you sprawled vulnerable before me. For so long I planned and plotted your defeat and ultimate destruction at my hands. Now I find that some other part of me has yearned for this other combat, planned and plotted this other downfall. Old well-established habits that seemed pointless or near-enough now make sense. I draw a capsule from my waist and trigger it, tossing it to the nearest level spot left on our playing field. Is this another game? I wonder sometimes if I've not fooled myself with this mask I wear, wonder if it's somehow grown to the real me in some grotesque symbiosis, it both protects my pride and hides my weakness. I bend and take you up awkwardly in my arms, cursing your size and mine, more or less dragging you into the capsule house that I have packed with me for so long yet never used. I cannot believe that you are here, defeated by my hand, though yes I did have to cheat. I had to, I need this, I need you. And I will have you even if you wish to destroy me afterward. It will hurt, to have you finally disgusted beyond forgiveness at me, but I will repay that in the pain you will send through me as you take your revenge. It will be worth it, I give it gladly, I will have you at last. I will cheat more of course, anything to delay my demise and prolong the feel of you against me. I find my cheeks hot, amazed that I am blushing as I lay you out across the bed, some part of me is still that prince afraid to make a misstep. You were rated level three! How could I allow this? Want this? But oh yes Kakarrot I want this, without you I would be nothing, with you we have both become Saiya-jin gods. My eyes travel over you, bruised and smudged with dirt and sweat, your face still stirred with some passion, unconscious though you may be. ~delicious~ I feel my breath dying in my throat as I look at you. You are a god, you must be, how else could you bring the prince of all Saiya-jin to his knees beside you? How else could you charm your Ouji into cleansing each inch of your skin with eager licks? Oh the taste of you, each breath you take my own, I feel you squirm beneath me, waking. ~No~ not yet please, please just let me have a few more moments of life to breathe you into me, to feel the silk and steel of your flesh under my hands. ~onegai~ Just a little longer, to pretend you really are mine. Finally I know you are awake, I can feel it in the way your movement has more control, feel the confusion threading over the surface of your thoughts. Confusion and desire, your skin warmed by the lapping of my tongue, your heart pounding, I feel it under my touch, where my fingers have wrapped around the fiery length of you. If I don't look at you, if I don't make eye contact, maybe you won't know what to do, maybe I can buy a few more seconds. ~onegai~ My hands slide up over your chest even as I draw my tongue and teeth against your hips, the hell with playing nice, this is for keeps. The soft growl from your chest makes my heart pound, I feel your strong hands sliding up to my shoulders, your grip painful. Here it is, this is where I die, where I plummet into hell, ah but the taste of heaven on my tongue. ~Arigato Kakarrot~ yes thank you, perfect beast. I tense, knowing you will soon be crushing my bones, my eyes opening slowly when you draw me up to look at me, my expression simply blank, waiting for your death blow. You look at me, damn you!, I feel your gaze tear through the mask, you burn me from the inside, the sneer vainly leaping to my face to defend somehow. Your hands loosen on my shoulders, only to slide into my hair, my scalp tingles and I wonder if you will simply detonate my skull. I close my eyes in self-defeat, my fingers still greedily stroking over you, welcoming death so long as it is at your hands. Death is soft, death is warm and wet, sweet and smoky, death is your lips against mine. ~ryuujin!~ Kakarrot your mouth, you are kissing!!! me???? My eyes fly open to see yours, heavy lidded and hungry, those hot heavy hands of yours flowing down over my spine. I quiver with victory, amazement, lust, I must have more of you. Velvet is coarse next to your tongue, the sun a ball of ice beside your heat, the finest perfume noxious in comparison to the scent of you. "Vegeta!" my heart shatters at the sound of my name on your tongue, the soft cries of pleasure as I return to nipping and licking, feasting on your flesh. I must prepare you, I want nothing to darken this moment, and of course I cannot bear to be without the taste of you. Your cries deepen as my tongue teases across your groin, the short velvety spikes of hair here tickling my nose. ~Mine~ it floats across my mind and my teeth are set against the sweet joining of pelvis and thigh, seeking your pulse with my tongue before sinking canines into perfect crimson. ~Kakarrot~ my mind moans even as I hear you scream in pain and pleasure, my tongue lapping away each sweet red drop, shuddering as your fingers tighten in my hair, demanding. Begging. Pleading. But I will do this my way. Your legs tighten around my ribs, pressing a moan from my throat as my tongue teases down to lick and wet you. ~slowly~ So careful, I must be, somehow I must win your forgiveness. My fingers stroke and taunt over you, circling slowly, leaving my tongue to trace upward again, tasting the essence of you on my lips. Your hips buck up and I smile against your skin, positioning my fingers and taking you deep into my throat. ~Now~ I press two fingers into you as you thrust hard into my throat, the taste of you exotic. ~gomen~ I whimper, barely preparing you before I find myself crouching over you, wedging between your thighs, a keening purr tripping from my throat, I cannot stop! I see you through a haze, so beautiful, ~Saiya-jin!~ As I bury myself in you I hear you scream something that might be my name but I cannot focus, oh the heat of you Kakarrot! ~Don't!~ oh kami please don't move Kakarrot, you are so tight, slick, hot. One of us moans raggedly, or is it both? I hold you down, tightly, as I cannot control the thrust of my hips. I feel my ki rage to life around us, your hands on my hips, the grip of your nails in my skin leaving scarlet crescents, I watch hungrily as your climax rips through you. There is a distant shout, I frown and realize that it is me, am I making all that noise? What is this? This flood of sensation inside and out, tearing me apart from heart to soul? I can only slam into you one last time as the world goes white. ~Kakarrot~ Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 2 |