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Shattered Pride Chapter 4 - Pride By chibi_vegeta Vegeta's thoughts were in turmoil as he sped over the rolling terrain, fleeing what he did not know, he only knew he had to get away from this; this horrible yearning, this keen edged blade that cut away all his defenses. He waged a war between the raging needs of his body and the insistent stubborness of his mind. Some part of him insisted on taunting him with both sides of the argument. ~There is no one more appropriate than Kakarrot after all…~ He growled softly, not seeing the landscape, not even sure where he was or where he was going. ~He's a low-class idiot!~ He wasn't sure if he'd been fleeing for seconds or hours, the ouji sent an anxious glance over his shoulder. ~He's certainly NOT an idiot...not if he can do this to me...~ He frowned to himself, considering the deft and subtle mind game the other saiya-jin had been playing. ~Kami the scent of him, the feel of his hands…~ Hot hands, strong hands, hands that promised incredible pleasure. Vegeta grit his teeth against the talons of desire that clawed through his middle, catching his breath and swallowing a whimper as he felt those hands again locking into his hair, stroking his tail. ~STOP IT!~ He battled with himself, his body was betraying him; skin feverish, heart pounding, the fur of his tail nearly on end with remembered caresses. ~He wanted me to BEG!~ A low growl rumbled in his throat, but died as he remembered how close he had been to doing just that, pleading with Kakarrot to just never stop touching him. His cheeks flared, blushing. He had never felt like this, had little experience, only knew that what he'd gained from rare trysts had been fleeting and empty, only a physical release and nothing more. This was different, this was like lapping at the ghostly taste of true power, the taste of Kakarrot's tongue on his own had held such fascination. It was out of his reach, something he could not have, dared not allow himself. He moaned and closed his eyes against threatened tears of self-pity. ~...stop it...~ -------- Goku waited on the plain, giving his prey the full five minutes he'd promised while the senzu took effect. A sly smile graced his lips. He knew Vegeta was panicking, fleeing blindly. And while Goku's body demanded satisfaction, aching and throbbing with a deep hunger, he soothed himself with the promise that Vegeta would soon falter. Besides, he wanted the prince to get just far enough away to become disoriented. A soft chuckle parted his lips, he grinned as he realized how his plan had come together, thinking that the last bits were falling into place even now. His ouji was defenseless even if he didn't know it, the Chikkyu-jin raised saiya-jin mused that if Vegeta ever stopped to think about it, he should be proud of Goku's cunning. ~Time's up sweet ouji…~ Goku's smile was feral as he licked his lips and lifted fingertips to his forehead. ~...now you are mine...~ Vegeta slowed, he was exhausted. He'd been frantic and tormented, he was ashamed at his weakness, he had run away. Before he could berate himself further there was a golden flash and he slammed into hard, warm flesh. He pushed himself away reflexively, snarling low in his throat as he realized Kakarrot did not intend to let him wallow privately in his shame. As he backed away, he watched the larger man warily and powered up instinctively. The baka was just standing there, watching him with a hungry smile, aura one of complete confidence. Confusion, frustration and need, the very heat of his blood combined and coiled around the prince's psyche, twisted barbs pulled him apart. It sent him hurtling at the larger saiya-jin with a howl of desperation, fists doubled, teeth bared. The attack was sloppy, unplanned and uncontrolled, but the power behind it was enormous. Goku dodged the first punch and grinned madly as he drew in a deep breath of the prince's scent, Vegeta's fist barely grazed his ear. If it had connected he knew he would likely have left a crater in the ground below, as it was he felt the kiss of power that rolled from the prince's knuckles, and he knew Vegeta was close to the breaking point. "Vegeta..." He purred the name softly, the sound of his voice sending a ripple down the smaller saiya-jin's spine. Goku brought his hand up to grab the next anticipated punch, catching the prince's fist in his palm and stroking fingertips over the back of the gloved hand. He let his fingers cling even as they relaxed, leaving Vegeta's hand bare as he pulled his fist back, the glove dangling a moment from Goku's fingers before he dropped it with a lazy smile. The smile widened and became sharper as he saw the slight frown of confusion on the prince's face, he purred roughly in challenge and disappeared. Vegeta was helpless to defend himself. As Goku reappeared behind him he snarled in frustrated fury, twisting and bringing his opposite foot up in a wide kick, grunting as it was caught and held. His eyes widened as one strong hand jerked the boot free while the other slid up the inside of his thigh. "DAMN YOU!" His voice nearly wailed, his frustrated anger building and sending him into another flurry of punches that landed on empty air. He turned, looking for that shimmer of air that would reveal his target. This time Goku simply slipped inside the lax circle of Vegeta's arms and nuzzled at his temple, a soft purring "Mmmm" leaving an ever-building heat behind. His next attack left him without either of the mates to his boot and glove, and a furious heat that pooled between his legs. He was slowly being stripped bare. The thought both terrified and left him aching for the feel of those clever fingers against his skin. Each time Vegeta sought to attack he was foiled by warm embraces; heated fingers roamed over his flesh, soft nips were made to his ears and neck. And every where around him was the honeyed-spice scent that left him reeling. No matter how hard he flailed against both the man before him and the need inside him he was defeated by throaty purrs and the whisper of his own name. Goku grinned to himself as he watched Vegeta's control slipping further and further from his grasp, sure that the ouji would soon surrender, savoring each brush of the smaller man against him. He reappeared before the sweating and whimpering prince, whose damp spikes were flickering between ebony and sungold, their eyes locking for a long moment. He could see the helpless longing in Vegeta's expression, knew the prince realized he was fighting a losing battle. Lust and desperation blazed in the smaller saiya-jin's eyes, his breath sobbed in and out, he was at the breaking point. Goku felt his soul well up in response, everything he felt for the powerful and tortured ouji, every want and desire, pouring into his gaze. There was a desperate plea in the back of those midnight velvet pools, a yearning that tore its way to the surface, emotion the prince denied himself as his eyes shut tightly to break the communion between them. Vegeta held himself perfectly still, his eyelids winced shut against the flood of emotion that had assailed him from the other saiya-jin's gaze. Passion that found its counterpart in his own soul. Sharp claws of primal desire rent his thoughts to shreds. His breath caught as warm arms encircled his waist, pressing him against the heated body of the larger warrior. Insistent lips covered his own and a sweetly spiced tongue sought entry. He gasped and found his mouth plundered, the hands at his lower back digging into the fabric on either side of his tail and pulling ruthlessly. Vegeta moaned as the back of his bodysuit tore open with a purring of ripped cloth, a draft of air cooled his spine even as his loins surged with fire. Wordlessly, he splayed a hand on the warm chest against him, pushing back slowly. Vegeta's calm demeanor coaxed Goku to loosen his grasp, a thrill of expectation rushed through up his spine, leaving him admiring the strength of will held by the smaller man. ~Mmmm...mine…~ It took Vegeta's last ounce of determination, the last tattered remnant of his pride. It failed him miserably as he felt the pounding of the heart under his palm. He knew the warmth of the flesh extended to the saiya-jin inside, so much promise in so simple a touch. Vegeta backed away and slowly crumpled, dropping hard to his knees on the ground below as his arms wrapped around his waist. His body arched as he fought to hold back the shriek that finally tore its way free of his sundered heart. It forced his head back, jaw aching as his throat flexed around the nearly physical sound, spikes of jet hair pressed to his spine. The cry of his soul stormed from a tempest of fury, through torrents of yearning and desire, howling up from his center in a deluge of lonely self-denial. Even as Goku reached to comfort and gather his prince close, Vegeta vanished, the echoes of his scream still sounding into thin air. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 3 / Chapter 5 |