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Shattered Pride Chapter 3 - Need By chibi_vegeta Vegeta's mind chased itself in circles, no longer able to pretend that the strange mornings were simply insignificant, now he sought to unravel the motive behind it. ~What is he doing? Why?~ The saiya-jin prince understood humiliation, understood the subtle use of fear, he even had a certain appreciation for such when they were well done. What he did not understand was why Kakarrot had chosen this particular path, why these sexual overtones? Sex wasn't something Vegeta spent much time thinking about, when it presented itself he was happy to accept it, so long as it did not interfere with his quest for power. Truth of the matter was, Vegeta didn't see himself as being particularly attractive, not as a person someone would 'like', he preferred to see himself as someone to be revered, admired for his strength, feared. He had dismissed the other saiya-jin's behavior as something designed to throw him off balance, an attack, curious and strange though it may be. So why would Kakarrot continue with it? Why not move on to some other form of mockery? He shook his head, not able to make sense of it, as he sped on to their sparring grounds, a wide swath of grassy plain bordered by hills. There was a water source and plenty of game, should the encounter last longer than usual, and a peaceful grove of trees over soft grasses should one or the other of them need to rest. It was beautiful, a beauty that was not lost on the Ouji, Vegeta-sei had been beautiful, the areas away from the cities thickly forested with strange twisted red-barked trees. Vegeta sought Goku's ki as he neared the area, feeling nothing, not surprised since he was early. He was reminded of the reason for his premature arrival, a slow tingle spreading from the base of his spine. He reached desperately for his anger to stem the flow of heat that slowly suffused him as he realized the back of his bodysuit clung to him with Kakarrot's essence. He touched down and took up an arrogant posture atop a large tumbled stone along the edge of the plain, folding his arms, a thunderous scowl rendering his features sharp in the early morning light. He waited. And waited. Midnight black eyes watched him from a distance, a bright splash of orange draped across a grassy hilltop. Ki suppressed, the watcher used only his natural saiya-jin senses to observe his prey. Goku had arrived even earlier, he'd been awake a little longer than the lithe prince, his grin widened as he recalled the way Vegeta had looked sprawled across the sheets. A low purr tripped from his throat as he summoned the image of his prince. Silken skin wrapping supple muscles, the way his hair seemed to glimmer with red in the right light, the peaceful expression on his finely made face. Goku's groin tightened as the image became memory. He had flown part way but then used his technique so that he could enter without detection. He had recalled the preceding morning, how he had peeled off his damp shirt and dried himself with it, dropping it next to the pillows as he knelt beside the bed. Though he hadn't been able to think of another 'gift' for his prince he had brought the rain with him, he loved flying through sprinkles and downpours alike, he found it an appropriate part of himself. Goku had then begun as he had each dawn this last week. Quietly extending his palms and drawing on his ki, he had brushed his hands just above the languid flesh of his ouji, swallowing a purr and slowly massaging the slim body without actually touching. As his hands and ki had flowed over Vegeta's skin he had entertained himself, with images of Vegeta's face flushed with passion, picturing the smaller saiya-jin moaning and writhing in pleasure under him. It had been Vegeta's ass that had been his undoing, well, his ass and his tail. Goku had worked his hands slowly from the base of the prince's skull, over his shoulders and down his spine, pausing to cup and rub the firm flesh of the prince's rounded ass, his own aroused flesh pressing against the fabric of his gi pants. It was all he could do to restrain himself from simply taking the man then and there without thought to the consequences. He had lingered too long, almost been caught red-handed, but just as he recognized the soft sounds of wakefulness coming from the body beneath his hands Vegeta's tail had twitched in his sleep, coming up from between Goku's spread knees and dragging slowly over his crotch. He had managed to bite back a groan of lust, but was unable to stop himself from pushing his pants low and reaching to stroke one hand over his hardened flesh, his other glowing palm cupping Vegeta's tail gently and slowly trailing down the length of it. He stroked both himself and the now quivering tail, his mind whirling with sensation and the aroused scent rolling off the prince beneath him. He wanted this man so badly, had denied himself as cruelly as the prince, perhaps moreso since he'd wanted him for so long. Vegeta had moaned then, a low eager sound, one that promptly sent him over the edge, spattering the velvety skin with the evidence of his lust. Goku barely had time to bring his fingers to his forehead before Vegeta's eyes had snapped open. He chuckled to himself, a low predatory sound, the 'relief' only serving to whet his appetite. He grinned and wondered if the smaller man had any idea how deeply he slept, Goku knew that it wouldn't have mattered, if he had posed a threat to the ouji he'd have been attacked without thought. He knew he was no threat to Vegeta, his tail swished lazily through the grass, but he was delighted by the fact that Vegeta didn't seem to realize that. Not yet. And he planned to keep it that way, for at least a little longer. His grin turned feral, Goku propped his chin on his folded hands and let his prey simmer a bit. Vegeta paced, lacing his hands behind his back, kicking up small clumps of dirt as his feet stomped, his tail flicking and curling impatiently behind him. ~Where IS that idiot?~ He had waited almost patiently for the first hour, after that he'd begun to pace and stalk back and forth, becoming more and more agitated. He couldn't stop the images flicking through the back of his mind, dreams, the reflection of dreams. ~Kakarrot~ It sounded softly in the back of his mind, softly but insistent, slowly repeating. Vegeta extended his ki, searching for Kakarrot's signature, finding nothing but waving grasses, empty air, and the occasional burrowing rodent. He sighed, ~alright, so what if he's not coming?~ Dark brows drew together as he scowled, a thread of disappointment was quickly replaced with a snarl of fury as he defended himself the only way he knew how. Golden power flared around him, his head falling back as the snarl deepened to a howl, his fists clenching until his knuckles cracked. "DAMN YOU…KAKARrrrr?!" Goku grinned, watching avidly as Vegeta's temper slowly unfolded, he knew the Ouji hated to wait for anything. When that anything was someone who had been tormenting him for a week, the prince's temper was beyond provoked. The low saiya-jin chuckle purred from his throat again as Goku waited, tensing, knowing his opportunity was fast approaching. He raised two fingers to his brow and grinned ferally, right…now. He vanished from the hilltop and reappeared immediately before his prince, the wild grin flashing bared canines as he slid his fingers into the glowing golden spikes of Vegeta's hair and fisted them, his other hand gracing over the spandex clad hip and around to ruffle the fur at the base of his tail, grinding their bodies together mercilessly as he brought Vegeta's mouth to his own in a bruising kiss. "…rrrr?!" Vegeta froze in complete shock, eyes wide, jaw dropping. A sweetly spiced tongue immediately took advantage and lapped over his own, the deep purr following it sending a shockwave down his spine. He gasped for breath as his scalp tingled in response to the almost savage grip the larger man had in his hair, the gasp trickling away to a helpless whimper as strong fingers teased his tail, his hips bucking forward with instinctive insistence. ~Kakarrot?~ it was the barest mental whisper, the only coherent thought to surface as his blood ignited. "Vegeta," Goku breathed the prince's name into his mouth, "I want you Vegeta." He chuckled softly as his ouji melted against him, gloved fingers clinging to his shirtfront, "Beg me Vegeta," he purred against trembling lips, "want me." Goku threaded his fingers slowly down the length of Vegeta's darkly golden tail, tearing away from the fiery kiss only to sear another to the prince's jaw, his tongue flicking out to savor the exotic smoke of his skin. Vegeta was golden. It swept through him like his super saiya-jin form, but rather than the rush and crackle of energy, this was a slow wash of warm honey, weighing his limbs and suffocating his thoughts, leaving him gasping and mewling as Goku's warm wet tongue teased the juncture of his jaw. ~want me.~ the voice shimmered over the turbulent whirl of his thoughts. Vegeta writhed against the wall of hard flesh so torturously clothed, ~oh yes…want…need…~ He panted against the equally golden spikes that teased his cheek and lips, the scent so maddening, fingertips digging into Goku's chest, ~beg me~ the rich velvety voice teased at his mind, filled with erotic promise. Vegeta nearly whimpered as strong fingers wended their way back up his tail, ruffling the fur backward and sending a shock of pure fire through his groin. "Oh…Oneg..ahhh!" the plea almost left his lips as sharp teeth raked over the edge of his ear. At that moment his battered pride leapt up in a last ditch attempt to save itself, "nnnnnnnnNNOOOO!!!" Vegeta ripped himself away from the honeyed touch, fists clenching, a primal howl of torment tearing from his throat. Vegeta's panicked breaths were interrupted by a soft menacing chuckle, and he turned, making the mistake of looking into the larger saiya-jin's eyes. The flashing teal seemed to sparkle and hypnotize, pinning the saiya-jin prince like so much prey. Goku's eyes slanted as his chin lifted, the chuckle lapsing into a low growling purr, "Vegeta." The hungry sound of his own name sent rippling waves of heat over his skin, his pride dying a lonely death as he stumbled back and launched himself into the air. Vegeta, Saiya-jin no Ouji, pride of the saiya-jin race, had just literally turned tail and fled. Goku folded his arms and watched him go, grinning to himself, the heat in his loins only sharpened. "Mmmm, sweet Ouji…" he licked his lips to savor the taste of his prince still lingering there. ~I'll give you ten minutes.~ He closed his eyes and breathed deep of Vegeta's smoky sweet scent, it was both aroused and terrified, moaning at the jagged thrill of desire it sent jolting through him. ~ok…five.~ Midnight black eyes sparkled with cunning as he powered down, nearly stumbling as his knees trembled. The predatory smile quirked to one side as he dug a small green seed from his belt and crunched it purposefully. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4 |