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Lemon Shortcake Chapter 3 - Like `Tousan, Like Shounen By chibi_vegeta Goku smiled softly against the warm flushed cheek of his Ouji, purring low and nuzzling at Vegeta's skin, intoxicated still on the scent of him. "Mmmm Vegeta", a contented murmur greeted his ears and he tilted his head to lick and suck at the flesh of his prince's throat, "you feel so good." Goku's voice rumbled with pleasure as he rubbed himself against the smaller saiya-jin, and he intended to inspire similar sounds from his Ouji, he grinned, his. ~Mine~ Vegeta arched beneath him, his own purr thickening, his slim long-fingered hands playing down Goku's spine. "Damn you Kakarrot," the curse was filled with amusement, Goku shivered at the sound of his name on that talented tongue. "You're insatiable even for a saiya-jin," Vegeta's eyes sparkled with mischief, "of course I shouldn't be surprised considering whose brat you are." Goku paused in his continued tasting of the prince's throat, "what do you mean Vegeta? Did you know my father?" Bright black eyes filled with curiosity as he drew back to regard his…~mate~, the word brought both surprise and possessive pleasure. Vegeta's smile was predatory, his hot palms sliding up over Goku's hips, holding him in place as Vegeta slowly ground his hips against the larger man. "Not….intimately," he grinned, "though of course that doesn't mean I don't know intimate details." "What?" Goku blinked, the smile on Vegeta's face slid to playful teasing. The prince laughed, tracing his fingertip over Goku's lower lip, ~Mmmm~, "Bardock had something of an…appetite," he smirked, "and you definitely take after him." Vegeta's hands slid into unruly silken spikes, tightening and drawing Goku's mouth down into a soul-stealing kiss, "Mmmm Vegeta," dual purrs rippled through the air around them, "Kakarrot" Long moments passed as tongues dueled, not for supremacy but for deepening pleasure, Goku's scattered thoughts finally returned to him as they broke apart gasping. "Vegeta, tell me about my 'Tousan? Please?" The Ouji slanted a look of frustrated lust up at him, "Tch! I couldn't possibly tell you everything about him, even what I know would take hours." His expression left no doubt that Vegeta would rather spend those hours in more exhaustive pursuits. "Please Vegeta?" Goku put on his most winning smile, fingertips tickling up over the slender prince's ribs, "at least tell me what you meant when you said I take after him." "Baka!" Vegeta squirmed under the touch and swore to himself that if the foolish bishounen ever told anyone he was ticklish he would blast them all. The pleading puppy-eyed expression finally wore him down, ~why the hell can't I resist him?~ "All right Kakarrot, just stop looking at me like that!" He snorted and squirmed from under the larger warrior, wriggling up to lean into a pile of pillows. "Bedtime story!!" Goku shouted, grinning wildly and scooping the Ouji into his arms, snuggling into the pillows with him and nuzzling his wonderfully scented spikes. "Hn! Sometimes Kakarrot I wonder if that blow to the head was a little harder than you think." Vegeta smirked at him, teasing, dropping another kiss to those hungry lips before taking on a more serious expression, resting his cheek against the solid chest he was cradled to. "I only saw this once mind you Kakarrot," he grinned, "though it seemed very…natural…to those involved." Goku's hands slid soothingly up and down his back, Vegeta purred softly and began to enjoy being the story teller. "He was a brilliant warrior," the prince grinned, "and built very like you." *** It was late, or very early, he didn't care which. Bardock stalked through the halls of the Palace, tail lashing. He was bored out of his mind, too much rest, too little blood. His last assignment had again left him tattered and torn, spending a full day in the tank, and he'd been given direct orders not to leave the palace. He snorted softly to himself as he continued to prowl the hallways, there was only one place that order could have come from. ~Kuso! Rotting here, taking it soft~ "AAARGH!" the snarl of frustration rumbled from between sneering lips. ~hehe~ Brilliant black eyes sparked with deviltry, the court would be empty just now, maybe he'd go piss on the throne. ~Damn him! How am I supposed to improve if I can't fight?!~ Long lean legs propelled him swiftly around a corner, he threw one palm out to slam the doors to the court wide open, a vicious smirk on his lips, deserted just as he'd thought. ~That bastard, what are you afraid of Vegeta?~ Why else would the King keep him here? A sneer twisted his lips as he stalked directly to the empty throne, picturing the arrogant goateed face, chin propped on one strong fist, the sparkling obsidian eyes. ~Mmmm~ the sensual part of his mind murmured, ~definitely royalty~ He drew to a stop before the huge carved stone seat, a slight glaze to his eyes, pushing down the codpiece of his armor and tugging his length free, fully intending to carry out his threat. It would mean his head of course but at this point he was too pissed off to care. Besides, they'd have to catch him first. ~Damn, I shouldn't have gone earlier~ he grinned, deciding all he needed was a little inspiration, and pictured his Majesty seated, his expression one of shocked fury, royal jaw dropping. Bardock's tongue unconsciously flicked out to wet his lips, his head falling back with a moan as the image suddenly shifted, to one where the King's mouth was wrapped around his hard heat. "Uhn, Vegeta." The warrior took a wider stance, his hand now stroking himself slowly, eyes closed in pleasure as his flesh twitched and thickened. He imagined what those so articulate lips could do to his body, what sounds he might wring from them. "If you move so much as an eyelash I will take your head off." The words were whispered, low, lethal, and very very regal. Bardock barely suppressed a shudder of surprise and terror as they brushed across his ear. He held himself frozen, wondering idly if Vegeta would simply kill him right away or torture him for hours first. He couldn't stop the shiver that wound down his spine, warm breath on the back of his neck as the words continued, soft and filled with murderous intent. "What the FUCK are you doing Bardock?" He grunted, the sound forced out by the intensity behind the words. "I-I…Majesty.." his cheeks heated, incredibly he felt himself harden further, ~caught red handed!~ a bubble of nervous laughter threatened his throat. "Yes I am, Bardock, YOUR Majesty." A low whine crept from the warrior's lips, the king's chest brushed against his back and he tensed, ~KUSO!!~ Solid heat slid past him and he dared not so much as twitch as the king moved to seat himself, Bardock standing nearly between the king's knees as he felt the royal gaze flow over him, his eyes still tightly closed. "Look at me," it was low, a half-snarl that quivered with power. Bardock was helpless but to obey, his eyelids opened slowly, becoming trapped within the confines his king's fiery gaze. Time stopped. He found his eyes taking in the battle-hardened features, the first signs of long nights filled with worry, the strain of the conflict with Frieza, the frustrated need for blood that was weighed down by the responsibilities of rule. Obsidian shards bit into his mind, he was drawn slowly, floating in the Saiya-jin soul held within them. Here was a different Ou, strong yes, powerful, his mind sharpened over decades with strategy and tactic, diplomacy and fury. Here also was a man who was tired, worn too long by specters of hope that died too often, surrounded by brittle loneliness that threatened to shatter into a million points of pain. Bardock trembled; here, now, all pretense was swept aside. For his part, Vegeta wanted to drown himself in the fire of the warrior before him. This man, this third class, he was free to feed on the blood of those who would dare resist the might of the Saiya-jin empire. Though Bardock was his subject, Vegeta knew the man was far freer than he was himself. A flash of communion passed between them, something ephemeral yet solid, blood calling to blood. They were no longer ruler and subject, for now they were simply Saiya-jin, caught in the same trap they both railed against. "Bardock", so caught was he in the thick warmth of the voice that he didn't notice the strong hands releasing his armor, his breath shortened as he realized that the entire time he had searched his Ou's soul in clashing gazes, the entire time!, he'd been hard and aching, clasped in his own hot palm. When it finally registered in the back of his clouded mind, Bardock could only swallow a whimper of fear as Vegeta continued to strip away his armor and the brief clothing beneath, stalking around him in slow circles. ~Shimatta!! He is going to flay me alive!~ He closed his eyes as he felt the deep obsidian fire of his Ou's gaze burn over him, his breathing ragged, choked with fear and a deep arousal, along with a twinge of pride ~getting an eye full Majesty?~. His muscles twitched from holding perfectly still for so long, cheeks blazed at being caught with his dick in his hand, literally. He could not bite back a surprised cry as Vegeta's palm splayed across the center of his chest, nor could he prevent himself from meeting that hot black gaze, intense with emotion. "You must have come to the court for some reason Bardock," he was lost in the honey and smoke of the words coming from those regal lips, they were asking a question? He shook himself, blinking, jaw dropping as those heated fingertips slid down over his abdomen. "What was it you wanted of me Bardock?" Vegeta purred into his ear, leaning close and enjoying the nervous aroused flutter of muscle under his touch. He drew closer, lips practically nuzzling the warrior's neck, "at ease soldier." He breathed an amused chuckle as Bardock's body responded instantly to the command, relaxing, becoming more supple, responding to his fingers. A feral grin pulled at his lips as he heard the strangled whimpers from the man before him, oh he loved it when they tried to be quiet, unfortunately most never bothered to try. He was going to enjoy this one, the third class who clearly wasn't, and somehow this one felt different. After the conflict of gazes he'd felt something, a calling between them, a drawing close of kindred spirit. Maybe this one was different, maybe this time it would not feel so empty. He nipped lightly at the edge of the ear brushing against his lips, "nothing to say Bardock?" his voice was tinged with amusement though it was rapidly losing ground to lust. He was so well made, how could he possibly be rated third class? Perhaps he and Nappa had been switched at birth. The amused turn of his thoughts was broken abruptly as the warrior's trembling hands slid slowly inside his robe, Vegeta groaned at the heat of those fingers as they explored his skin. "Bardock" he growled it softly, sliding his fingers around the other's tail and grinding himself against the firm body, tilting his head and capturing the warrior's mouth with his own, tongue thrusting deeply to taste him. A long low moan trembled from one chest to the other, both feeling the fire ignite between them, their tongues mingling with the taste of blood and battle, the charnel ash sweetness of victory. Bardock was swept away; his breath gone, stolen by the fiery taste of his king, knees that had never weakened in fear now quivered with need. No strategy surfaced, no tactic could save him, he was lost. "V-Vegetahh..uhn..mmm…" his mouth was torn from heaven as he was pulled down, sinking slowly to those trembling knees, lips hungrily grazing over the spiced skin of his Ou's waist. Fingers ruffled the fur of his tail, the velvety touch of Vegeta's own tail slipping up to tease between his thighs and over his arousal. Treason ensued, he tore at Vegeta's night robe, his shaking hands itching to touch more, taste him, just feel him, all of him. He pushed Vegeta into the throne, tugging his knees wide, pulling him down to half lay in the seat. Bardock purred and moaned, nipping and licking a wet trail up the inside of Vegeta's thigh, flashing a grin of triumph as he watched the king writhe and sprawl in pleasure. Hard hands dug into his scalp as he was drawn up, knees tightened against his sides and his lips were brought to rest against the pulsing silken length of the most powerful Saiya-jin in the universe. He bowed his head to worship, pressing kisses up and down the fiery hardness, tongue lapping out to taste the drop of royal honey at its tip. ~Majesty~ Vegeta was lost somewhere in a haze of warm golden pleasure, barely breathing as hot lips and wet tongue devoured him, cherished him. ~ryuujin!~ oh this was too much! He writhed beneath the suckling and torturing stroke of Bardock's' tongue, fever swept his skin, his eyes opening to warm midnight velvet. He watched as the warrior's lips took him deeper, he couldn't stop rubbing the tip of his cock against the back of that slick throat. The growling purr that greeted the thrust of his hips sent waves of liquid pleasure rippling through him, hot insistent hands tried to pin his hips to the throne, tension wound through him as he felt his pleasure heighten. "B-Bar..AH!…dock!!" he would have winced had he heard the begging tone of his voice, but he was too lost now in the tumbling surf of sensation, he felt the deep wave of inevitable completion cresting through him. How he needed this! His head fell back with a wordless howl, his fingers locked into spiked black silk, hips bucking wildly as it washed through him, spilling his essence onto the greedy tongue that even now tormented him. "V-Vegeta" the name was a moan in the back of his throat as he swallowed the bittersweet honey, licking his lips for more, a new addiction. Bardock was wrapped in fiery need, he could not stop his hands from stroking and petting the still trembling flesh beneath them. He was hard, hot, he would burst into flames if he could not cool himself. And still he worshipped his king, tongue exploring, sharp teeth teasing. ~More~ he panted softly, the heated skin against his lips leaving him drunk on power and desire. He felt the fire of Vegeta's gaze before their eyes met, midnight velvet cradling smoldering ebony. Need, desire, lust, power, all came together in the Ou's eyes. ~Perfection~ A low snarl of primal want sent a shiver down his spine and without thought his hands gripped Vegeta's hips and pulled him lower, turning him and pressing him face down in the heavy chair. It might mean his death, but at this point he could not think, could only stroke and caress, rubbing himself against that perfection. He wrapped his fingers firmly but gently around Vegeta's tail, teasing and ruffling the fur, it coiled heavily around his forearm as he bent to lick and kiss. Low eager moans filled his ears as he nipped slowly up the arching spine beneath him. "Mmmm Vegeta", the purr that burst from him was throaty and deep, purely predatory, his fingers dug into the hips between his hands and held the writhing body in place. His heavy erection pressed against the tight heat of waiting bliss. He could wait no longer, did not even try to stay the hard thrust of his hips as he buried himself in tight nirvana, the snarl of lust that tore from his lips matched by the saiya-jin beneath him. Vegeta didn't care anymore. Didn't care that he was king, didn't care that he was being thrown down by this third-class, didn't care about anything but the sensation of skin on skin. The touch of those strong fingers teasing over him, the slick stroke of that tongue, he was barely aware of the moan welling up in his chest as his need surfaced again, even stronger than before. A deep snarl of lust rippled through him as he was roughly invaded, ~yes!~ oh he needed this. Always before he's been the one to take, to please, now finally he was the one desired, the one lusted for. No expectations, no decrees to grant, only the heat of saiya-jin, only this wondrously erotic fulfillment. His cries seemed distant as sweet hard flesh plunged into him, thrusting deeper with each stroke, taking him to some other reality where there was only this. Vegeta's mind whirled with sensation, a deep tightness again pooling low in his belly, his renewed hardness rubbing maddeningly against the cool stone under him. This was pure, this was right somehow, he didn't feel used but revered. "Ahh..uhn…" Bardock's moans rang in his ears and only drove Vegeta further, his hips slamming back to meet each frenzied thrust. The storm gathered between them, the very air around them thickening with anticipation. Guttural howls of pleasure burst from both throats as the storm broke over them in turbulent fury. Vegeta lay limp and gasping still, Bardock's heavy form draped over him unmoving but pulsing still inside him. ~Baka~ he grinned to himself, ~couldn't handle the royal anatomy hn? Hehe~ His lips curved in a rueful smile, he'd never felt so very wonderful. "It's good to be the king", he murmured to himself, blinking in an attempt to make the world stop spinning. Wide curious ebony eyes met his own over the junction of the throne's arm and back and it took him a moment to realize it was not a reflection, he groaned. Damn that boy, always lurking in places he shouldn't be, always getting into trouble. ~Takes after his dad.~ The thought wended from Bardock's mind to his own, and he felt a spark of surprise at the pack-bond he'd never before allowed, felt the warrior smile against his neck. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, twisting to seat himself in the throne, pulling Bardock tightly against him. "Vegeta!" bright eyes blinked up at him innocently, though he caught the gleam of mischief behind the facade. "Hai 'tousan?" the boy grinned at him, an infuriating grin that Vegeta was sure the brat had inherited from his mother. He grumbled softly and reached out to tousle the velvety spikes so like his own. "Vegeta," his voice lowered, tried to be threatening, failed miserably in the face of his satiation, "what are you doing prowling around at this hour boy?" "I was guarding, 'tousan!" the prince chirped. "Hn. Guarding my backside hmm?" Vegeta smirked, well at least the boy had an interest in his role as prince. Both Vegeta's blinked at the bright laugh Bardock could not suppress. "Guarding your backside Majesty?" midnight velvet eyes teased him, "I'd say he needs more practice!" King Vegeta snorted lightly at him, thumping the warrior in the back of the head, unable to stop a grin. "Oww!" "Hn! Vegeta, get your ass to bed brat!" He wrapped his son into a massive hug before practically flinging him at the door, watching the giggling child as he vanished through the doors. Bardock slowly gained his feet, a small regretful sigh flowing from him as he began tugging his clothing and armor back into place. "Bardock", obsidian shards pinned him in place as he met Vegeta's gaze, the King had returned. "Hai Majesty," he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I understand." There would be no expectations, no demands. The King nodded in return. "Go Bardock, take the assignment of your choosing," Vegeta's eyes sparkled, "but come back in one piece this time all right?" Bardock grinned, "Hai Majesty." He turned to follow the prince, shaking his head at the turn of events. "And Bardock," he looked back, Vegeta grinned ferally at him, voice deepening. "If there is ever any mention that I was uke I will make sure you get a complete education in the meaning of the word." The king's gaze flowed over him again, a spark of hunger still lingering. Bardock blinked and trembled, "H-hai Majesty!" A rock and a hard place, oh the temptation! He strode from the court with renewed energy, Vegeta's chuckle following him, the pack-bond glowing brightly inside him. *** Vegeta grinned up at Goku, his fingers trailing over the broad chest and down. "That was the only time I ever caught 'tousan without his crown, so to speak," he chuckled, "even then he set a standard." Vegeta suddenly found himself sprawled across the bed, Goku crouching over him with a feral smile of his own. "I wonder if you're up to standards Vegeta" he purred low, capturing the prince's mouth with his own, lapping hungrily at the sweet taste of him. "Kakarrot!" Vegeta's protest was half-hearted until he found himself swept to the edge of the bed, Goku's hands wrapped around his ankles, turning him face down. He bucked and tried to twist back around, "Kakarrot!! What the fuck are you doing?!" Goku only tightened his grip on the prince's hips and pressed his lips to Vegeta's tail spot, murmuring "exactly my Ouji." "Hh…ahh!" his spine tingled from the sensations sparkling through him from Goku's heated lips. He trembled at the lusty purr in the other saiya-jin's throat, doubling his efforts, this time trying to scramble across the tumbled sheets. "You will NOT!" he kicked back but was only dragged into place and held between strong thighs. Fingers stroked up and down his sides, the rumble of the other's voice sending a shiver through him, "Mmmm Vegeta." He tried to struggle but was being drawn down into a well of hungry kisses and teasing licks finding himself moaning rather than shouting his protests. "Kakarrot, uhn…you'll split me in two damn you!" Goku's lusty purr only deepened as he muffled it against the sweet flesh of his ouji, laving the patch of fur at the base of Vegeta's spine before sending his tongue questing lower, "Vegeta you taste so good." The prince's eyes widened as he felt that maddeningly talented tongue probing against him, wetting him, his breath quavered as pleasure washed through him. "K-K…ahhh!..onegai!..Kakarrot!" his fingers ripped at the sheets, his eyes slipping closed as a warm palm wrapped itself around his now raging erection, stroking him, teasing him into a mass of fiery need. How long it lasted he didn't know. Vegeta only knew that he was left wanting, yearning, aching inside with need. "Aishiteru Vegeta", he trembled under the sweet words, the rough voice and feral snarl that accompanied them only making them sweeter. He groaned as the tongue that had been tormenting him was suddenly gone, replaced with hard insistent heat. Howled when that hard heat sheathed itself in him, filling him, filling that yearning ache inside. ~Oh god!~ pain was indistinguishable from pleasure, powerful hips rocked against his own, relentless, filling him over and over again. Hot breath stirred the hair at the nape of his neck, teeth grazing over his shivering skin, strong fingers stroked him to burning. He found himself riding a crest of sensation so intense that he did not recall who or what he was, he slammed back to meet each thrust, driving for completion. They screamed in tandem as it broke over them, shattering both, sending them howling to the edge of oblivion. Goku finally came back to himself, blinking dazed eyes open, feeling himself still pulsing deep inside his smaller mate. He had no breath, no words to express the exultation he felt, he could only gather his still trembling ouji and cradle him close. As he settled them into the pillows a quaking voice drifted over his ears, "It's good to be the Prince." Goku broke into weak laughter, his energy gone, leaning to nuzzle Vegeta's velvety black spikes, breathing in the still intoxicating scent. "Like father, like son, ne Vegeta?"", he clasped his prince tightly to him, his hold only loosening slightly as they drifted into sated sleep. -------- Two pairs of wide adolescent eyes peered through the window at the tangled lovers, one set ebony black, the other bright vivid blue. "Maybe we shouldn't have followed them Trunks." Goten shivered at the thought of what Vegeta would do to them if they were caught. Trunks grinned back at him, the expression an exact replica of his father's. "Hey you heard him!" Trunks giggled and threw a playful punch at his best friend's shoulder, "we're just guarding their backsides!" Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 2 |