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Lemon Shortcake Second Helping By chibi_vegeta (Goku's POV) Watching you across from me, proud prince, so filled with anger and rage. At what? Not me, I used to think so but not anymore. I remember when we first met, even then your anger seemed to be directed at me only because I was convenient. I know your history my Ouji, I understand what it is to be thrown away. Kuso! Your fist is like stone as it cracks against my jaw. I grin, it's only what I get after all, for watching you like that. And I do see the anger, though not its source, I see insecurity too, fear that you will fall again before me. I twist around you, my elbow battering your ribs, part of me enjoys the sound of pain from you. Is it so bad my prince? So awful to find me your victor? I think you hate to lose to anyone, but mostly I think you hate not living up to the expectations of others, to me. Ha. Isn't that funny? They think you so callous and cruel, so demanding, and yet here you are wanting nothing more than to impress them. You've always impressed me on many levels. I grin at you through the taste of blood in my mouth. That punch was a good one. I see you scowl, hear the snarl rumble from your chest, it sings to me my Ouji. Come dance with me. A grunt of pain is torn from my lips, damn! Your heel digs into the tightened tendons of my thigh, making the muscles twitch weakly, and I see the smirk of victory on your face. You little shit, you like taking cheap shots, I may take a few myself one day. Bet that would surprise you. I'm so sick of the shit you say, how pitiful I am, how weak. I know where it comes from, you're practically talking to yourself. That's why I hate it, because you hate yourself. I see through my Ouji, I see behind your eyes where you really live. I wonder what you'd do, if I surrendered to you? I am so distracted that my punches hold no power, you see it too, I spot the gleam in your eye as you find a weakness in my defenses. KUSO! Your fists are like stones slamming into my spine, I grunt and throw my shoulder into your gut, my hands coming up to grab your ass but you continue the flip and slam the side of your hand into my neck. I see it then, lurking there, the lust, there in the back of your gaze, hiding behind your anger. I can actually see your fingertips twitch, and I wonder what it would feel like to have you touch me. No one ever touches me, not even Chi-Chi, she only wants me to touch her, where is my share? Why is it always me they turn to? I don't want that, I want to be left to become what I can, not dragged down by the needs of everyone around me. They all want me to touch them in one way or another. I wonder my Ouji if you will ever touch me, I hunger for it you know. But you can't know, I only show you the side they all see, at least when I remember. Sometimes I think you see past it, like now, when we spar, I feel the beast in me rise up, a fury of aggression and desire, oh my prince to feel you against me. You lunge at me then, and I vanish leaving a soft chuckle to greet you in mid-air, I know it will infuriate you. "Damn you Kakarrot!" I grin at the familiar snarl, it feels as comfortable as a warm bed. ~Mmmmm~, my hentai mind cannot control itself and I see you there in my mind, in my bed, see your fine features in anguished pleasure. A ripple of anticipation, I see my opportunity, fisting my hand in the ebony silk of your hair, my fingertips tingling at the contact. My eyes close in bliss as my fist slams into your spine. Your skin feels so warm, but I cannot be sure, the touches between us too brief. We break apart and hover a while, regaining spent breath, assessing, stalking. I love the smile on your face, that hungry smile. Something crashes, my head snaps around with a snarl, if any threaten you they will pay my fists with their blood. It is only stone, a crumbling boulder, and I turn back to you to see your victorious sneer behind an expanding ball of ki. You bastard!! Waiting until my back was turned! I brace myself to block it, knowing this is going to hurt, I feel my lip curl in a snarl at the cheap attack. As it strikes though there is something, as my consciousness retreats, fades to black; no pain, only a wave of something so strong, what is it? It overpowers me, slamming me into the ground with your power, what are you Vegeta? The dream is wonderful. I'm wrapped in warm dark velvet and your scent, soft wet touches flutter over my skin, I writhe in delight just feeling you against me. Oh kami Vegeta, you smell so good! I'd give up eating if I could only fill myself with the scent of you. Wait, dream? What is happening? I'm inside? I remember your ki blast, remember the heat. Soft tickling kisses and licks cover my skin, I shudder. Bliss, nirvana, heaven, all of these pale compared to the feel of your tongue on my skin. And I cannot help but touch you my Ouji, cannot help but grip your shoulders and pull you closer. I have to see, I need to know, look at me now. I feel a flash of anger as you slip that mask on for me to see, your hand stroking me, never stopping, tormenting me even as you pretend I do not effect you. I don't want that! And then it's there, you are there, burning inside with me. I see into you, you bare yourself to me and I see the complex emotions, see the man you try to hide, see the need and desire. Oh my prince you are so beautiful. I see the regret, see the fear that you hide behind closed eyes. Can you truly not know, Vegeta? How can you miss the pounding of my heart? The look on your face, that expression of defeat, I hate it! I must erase it, but I can think only of tasting you. I cannot stop them as my hands slide into your hair, my fingers tingling again at the velvety feel of those proud spikes, I must taste you! Your lips are cool fire, trembling as I press our first kiss to them. Our first. Oh yes my prince, there will be more, countless more. I purr into your mouth at the sweet spice I find there, my tongue stroking yours greedily, breathing in your soft surprised gasp of pleasure. I would smile at how wide your eyes have become, but I am far too busy plundering your luscious mouth, stroking the flesh of your back. And then the look is gone, replaced with the hunger I felt raging in you, that moment of defeat I sensed in you is gone with it. And now I find myself being slowly devoured, your lips and tongue spreading a hazy warmth through me, my body still aching from our sparring, I am helpless under the onslaught of your mouth. "Vegeta!" your name bursts from my lips, your teeth, you've bitten me! I am gladly drowning in the waves of pleasure you send through me. I buck wildly under you, oh kami your mouth! Then you are nuzzling my thighs wide, I feel your tongue stroke over my skin, my hands tighten in your hair, I am not sure if I want to stop you or drown in you. "Ahhh!" Your teeth are so sharp, I moan softly, gasping at the sweet pain. You tease and torment me with that lovely mouth ~onegai!~ you lap at the blood I know you've drawn. I tremble as I feel your hot breath against the base of my hardness, a whimper of need torn from my throat. You nuzzle lower, devouring me, wet licks making me ache and tremble. Licks? Kami-sama is that your TONGUE?! I am caught breathless as you tease me there, the wet heat of your mouth sending a tightness through me that I cannot control, a deep tingle spreading from the contact of your mouth on me as you tease upward, your tongue drawing a droplet of desire from tip of my hardness. Your mouth, the heat, I feel reality fading as I thrust hard, instinctively, pressing against the back of your throat. Crying out as your fingers suddenly invade me, a whisper of pain drowned out in the howl of pleasure that bursts through me. Yes my Ouji! Please oh please, I am yours if only you never stop touching me! I must have more of you, I cannot stop moving, rubbing against you and purring deeply. Suddenly you are there, yes! Crouching over me, the beautiful black diamond of your eyes pinning me in place as you press my knees wide, I am helpless before your power my Ouji! You invade me roughly but oh so sweetly, ~Saiya-jin!~ and we are left trembling against one another, frozen in place by a sensation so intense that I cannot name it. I grab at you, digging fingers into your hips as you begin to thrust wildly. The tightness inside me becomes unbearable, "Vegetahh-AHH!" the scream is torn from my throat, bright flashes blooming across my vision. Your howl of pleasure bursting through me, oh my Ouji I would die now gladly having heard that sound! I have only enough strength to twine limbs with yours before I slide into darkness. ~Vegeta~ Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 1 / Chapter 3 |