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Songtitle: "The knife" by Subway to Sally
Story by: Talimee
Disclaimer: don´t own them an´ makin´ no money with this
Warnings: lemon, yaoi (what else do you expect..?)
Pairing: GokuxVegeta
Notes: Vegeta´s pov, the fic isn´t beta-read, so there can be
horrible grammar-faults and so on, but I´ve been sitting at this comp
for hours, now, and my patience is completely gone. The fic also has
a 180°-turn in Vegeta´s behaviour, so that the prince is acting a
little bit ooc at the end. This wasn´t planned, but it turned out
this way and I´m not in the mood to change it - I like it so.
This one is dedicated to Tami, who is playing such a cool Vegeta in
our little role-play.

It's not yet dawn when I awake. For long minutes I just lie there, my
eyes open but unseeing, gazing up to the ceiling. Something is
disturbing me, but I cannot tell what. With a mental shrug I put the
thought down - I'm not in the mood to muse about anything, I just
want to enjoy the quiet hours of the day, before I start to fight for
my right to live, again.
I'm not fully refreshed from this night's sleep - my eyes fall close
and I allow me to doze a few minutes longer. It's that moment when
his scent tickles my nose.

~ between your shoulder blades
is space for a knife and a kiss ~

With a start I turn around, only now realising that I'm not in my
bed, yet not in my own house. I see him right instant: he lies next
to me on his stomach, head and face hidden deep in the cushions, the
sheets barely covering his naked (!) butt.
`Oh my God, what have I done?' I ask myself in panic. `What am I
doing in his bed?!' The mere thought of me and... and Kakarott is
sending cold shivers down my spine and makes my stomach revolve. I
desperately try to convince myself, that I stayed at Kakarott´s,
´cause we sparred to long yesterday. But finally I have to admit,
that I haven't the slightest clue, what happened yesterday and the
fact, that we both are naked doesn't any good to calm me down.
He stirs faintly and turns around. Now I can see his peaceful
features, this foolish grin of him vanished from his face. Before I
can stop myself I think that he's beautiful in his sleep.
`Kami, that's too much!' Frantically I crawl on my knees and stomp
out of the room, but for some mysterious reason I'm unable to leave
his house. When I rush down the stairs I start to feel a bond, which
is somehow pulling on me. At first I'm able to resist, but near his
front door I cannot deny it any longer - something is pulling me
towards him.
For long minutes I just stay there, my hands outstretched to open the
door but trembling in an attempt to fulfil both commands, which are
directed towards them: at first, to leave this place right instant
but second, to go back into his room, to touch and stroke him in
every way he wants. „Damn you, Kakarott! What have you done to me?"
am I cursing under my breath, which is getting faster by the mere
thought of him. „Fuck!"
Finally I let my arm sink and turn around and slowly I make my way
back into his bed, where I'm cursed to watch the slowly rise and fall
of his chest. I kneel at his side like a pet, waiting for him to wake
up and break that damn spell, that he put on me, while my glares shot
down at his sleeping figure like daggers. Believe me, if looks could
kill, he would be dead in an instant - but there he remains, unharmed
and completely unaware of the danger he is in.

~ between us lies this morning
like a dark, wide river. ~

I feel so weird, as I watch him. Somewhere deep inside me is a
feeling, which is totally different to that, what I'm normally
feeling when he's around me. Sure, the normal pity and hate is still
there, but underneath is a strange desire to touch his skin and let
my hands wander over his large and sleeping form. The situation gets
even weirder, when I realize, that I can already remember the
sensation of his skin beneath my own - and suddenly my memory returns
to me...

~ I've sliced your mouth open
with my tongue, yesterday,
and you stayed with me
to long, hours and hours ~

We've sparred as usual. Hours went by, dripping down like water,
completely neglected by both of us. Despite the fact, that I'm unable
to bear Kakarott´s presence in „normal" life, I'm really enjoying the
sparring sessions with him. He's more of a warrior then, more like a
Saiyan, more then me. And he's the only decent fighter on this ball
of mud.
It's really frustrating, sometimes.
Suddenly he broke down, gasping hard for oxygen, bend over in his
middle. His legs were shaking and he stayed on his feet by pure will,
not power. We were both exhausted from our fight, but I was slightly
surprised by his state - normally, he has far more power then me.
Slowly his breath became more even and his eyes were glancing
apologetically at me.
„I´m... I´m sorry, Vejiita. Let's stop for now. I'm really
exhausted." His stomach growled loud. „And hungry." He added with a
sheepish grin.
I don't think, that I lowered myself to answer him, but I crossed my
arms and waited until he was able to fight again. But instead of
fighting me, the fool turned around to step into his house. For a
moment I just stare after him in pure puzzlement, then my anger
returned and I chased after him into his cabin.
He stood at his kitchen table, pouring some liquid into a glass. With
one smooth motion he lifted it and swallowed its contents.
„What do you think, are you doin´, Kakarott?" I demanded. The fool
looked up in innocence. „I'm drinking some orange juice, Vejiita. Do
you want some, too?" he asked, offering me the empty glass.
A few dozen curses and insults were crossing my mind, but I bit them
back. He would surely haven't understand them.
„No, baka!" I growled. As if I would ever drink or eat with him! I
know the goal, this way leads! „I want you to fight with me!"
He watched me through his bangs when he answered. His look uncertain,
apologetically and, with a slight hint, begging.
„Vejiita, I would really prefer to stop our sparring for today. But
you could stay for a while and I could cook something..." He offered
me a chair at the table.
I snorted disdainful. `Soft-hearted fool.' „There's no reason to stay
if I cannot fight." He looked somewhat hurted by my statement, but I
turned away and walked through the door. What do I care about that
fool?
Two steps away from his front door I paused to gather my ki and head
home to my place, when suddenly two arms were wrapped around my
knees. I wriggled free from his grip and turned back. He kneeled in
front of me, his features full of despair. A single tear stroke down
his face.
„Please, Vejiita, stay with me." he whispered hoarsely and I could
nearly hear the sobs he was trying to suppress. „I... I love you." He
was now facing the ground, unable to bear my gaze. I snorted once
more. `That story, again.'
„What do I care?" I ask him cold. „You can love or hate me, Kakarott.
It's equal to me, as long as I can fight you."
He jumped to his feet, despair vanished from his face by a sudden
outburst of rage.
„So, it's equal to you? Then I won't let you tease me any longer!"
His hands were clenched to fists, blood dripping down between his
fingers. „There will be no more sparring matches." He turned around
and began to stalk back into his house, when my faint laughter made
him stop. I don't know why, but I really like him, when he's fighting
for real.
Slowly I trailed towards him, stopping a few inches away from his
back. I could feel his body's heat and the faint shiver, which was
shaking him, told me that he was sensing me, too. I raised my hand.
With my outstretched fingers I trailed lines up and down his rear. He
stiffed immediately.
„I really like you like that." I purred in his ear.
He spun around and grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. Anger still
maintained his features, but underneath I could see something like
desire.
„I said, stop teasing me, Vejiita!" he snarled through clenched
teeth. „You've played that game too often!"
I knew I should be angry, but something in his grip and glares was
holding me, was building something inside me, that was different to
any feeling I had had before. The world around me was vanishing,
leaving only his face, flushed with fury and desire, and his body,
next to mine.
Slowly I raised my other hand, cupping his cheek lightly, caressing
the lines of his face, which were softening under my touch. Then I
stood on my toes and lifted my face to touch his lips lightly with my
own. A low moan escaped his mouth, sounding somewhat between arousal
and anger. Unconsciously he released my hand, when our kiss deepened
and his hands started to wander over my back. My hands were sliding
upwards to dig deep into his hair, pulling him down to met my mouth
with more intensity.
„Fight me, Kakarott!" I whispered against his lips, when my tongue
was roughly invading his warmth.

~ I wrestled hard with you
when I slept with you, yesterday ~

I cannot remember how we ended up in his bed, but I can remember his
weight, which was pinning me down into this soft fabric. His hands
were frantically moving over my body, stroking, caressing and hurting
me at the same time, while his mouth seemed to melt into mine. When
we finally broke apart to gasp for air, he shifted himself into a
sitting position on my belly, bend over that our noses were only a
few millimetres apart. I could smell his sweet hot breath.
Groaning he came down again, and tried to kiss me, but quickly I
turned my head to the side, so that his lips met my cheek. A warning
growl was his answer and his hands, which were still stroking my
sides, wandered up to pin my arms down.
„So, you think you can force me", I hissed into his face.
For a second I saw unsureness plastered along his features and
unconsciously his hands loosened their iron grip. I used his fault
and slammed my knee into his back. He arched towards me with a
painful hiss and lost his grip on my arms, which were now free to use
his momentarily inattention to turn me around and push him out of the
bed.
Kakarott´s reflexes prevented him from crushing to the floor, but at
the time he had gathered his wits I were on my feet, too and in a
fighting position on the bed. I grinned down at him.
„You have to fight for the top-position", I said mockingly.
He snarled furiously at me and his eyes were sparkling with fury, but
then his look became more even, nearly calm and slightly amused.
„So", he chuckled, his voice both: purring with lust and
threatening. „Do you really think you can prevent it, Vejiita?"
„I'm not that easy to have, as you may wish, fool!" I snarled back.
A wicked grin was all I got. Slowly he started to trail circles
around the bed, followed by my gaze when suddenly he jumped on me,
his fists weaving a net of punches, while his feet were trying to
kick me.
I could stand it for a few minutes, ever dodging his strikes and
blocking his blows, when suddenly he lowered himself to the ground.
His hands came up to his forehead and an unearthly bright light
flared up and blinded me. Before I had any chance to react, something
was pulling sharply on the sheets I stand on and sent me flying.
Right instant Kakarott picked me out of the air like a toy and flung
me face-down on the bed.
A muffled cry escaped my clenched teeth when he settled himself down
on my thighs, pressing my nearly aroused member forceful into the
mattress. Slowly he trailed his hands upward my sides, following them
with his body and stroked me with his entire length. I could feel his
hard arousal pressed against my entrance and his heat all over me.
God, it felt so right!
I couldn't suppress a shiver when his mouth came down and started to
trail kisses along my neck, interrupted by light bits, which were
pinching my skin but not breaking it. Goosebumps were starting to
build up by his tickling breath. Suddenly I became aware of his hand,
which was moving around my belly, wandering down to grope my crotch.
Slightly he was drawing circles around it and stroking my member to
its full length while I was pressed into his hand by our combined
weight.
"Don´t…! Stop that… baka!", I cursed under my shallow, ragged gasps,
embarrassed by my own reaction. "Fuck you, Kakarott!"
He chuckled. "No, I´m goin´ to fuck you!" he purred into my ear. To
emphasize his words he tore his other hand into my suit and ripped it
open down to my waist. He then lifted my body with his hand while the
other tore again at the tattered fabric to leave me naked beneath
him.
I started to tremble under his fierce attacks – somehow I had
believed he would be gentle, but this wild, fiery side on him was
exciting me even more. He turned me around to face him. A slight
flush was redding his cheeks and he was definitely turned on by the
sight of my arousal.
He bent down again, bringing his lips next to my ear. "So, you like
rough games?" Before I could think of a proper answer, his mouth went
over to my lips and attacked them with almost bruising fierce. I
started to groan when I felt his warm callused hand at my cock.
Goddamn, I wanted to feel more of him all over me! Eager I lifted my
arms to wrap them around him, trying to pull him down on me. He
hesitates, but started to pull out his own clothes.

~ burned into my shoulders
is your sign, red and deep ~

After another everlasting and dangerous kiss Kakarott positioned
himself between my legs, spreading my thighs apart and roughly
invaded me. Hot pain overwhelmed my self-control for long seconds and
I cried out loud for the first time in many years. But slowly it
faded to a faint uncomfortable feeling, which was also washed away,
when he slightly nuzzled my neck, kissing and lapping me until
nothing remembered me of the feeling in my anus. He then pulled back
and pushed forward, again, smoother now.
It was so comforting to feel him moving inside me – his stretching
and rubbing against my inner walls. His warmth and length. For the
first time in many years I felt complete and my muscles went limp
under him. He grunted as my legs lost their grip on his waist and
used this opportunity to drag me closer to him. When he entered me
the next time I could feel his entire length slip into my body and we
both let out a low groan. Ah, fulfilment!
Then he set a slow pace, which quickened almost immediately when the
needs of our bodies were washing away any patience, one of us may
once have had. It seems to last for hours, this pushing in and out,
this agonizingly slow building up of lust until I was nearly unable
to bear this teasing any longer. I started to wriggle desperately,
commanding (begging?) him to quicken his pace, to came down harder,
faster – to screw me like mad.
He took care of my pleas, slammed his cock into me with nearly bone
braking force and when I arched into his movement he suddenly lowered
his head and bit down on my neck. I yelled at his attack, completely
overtaken by the pain and the pleasure. And finally I felt that knot
of sensations explode and it left me boneless to the waves of
pleasure, which were rolling over me. At the same time I felt
Kakarott arch once more and spill his seed into my body, before he
collapsed on me, still moaning my name, as he has done all the time.
Long minutes he stayed on top of me, limp and exhausted but also
gently lapping on the wound he had caused on my neck. It was a
feeling of immense lost, when he finally tried to get up and his limp
member slid out of my entrance. I whimpered faintly and immediately
he lowered himself again, embracing me with his body and scent,
holding me tightly, before we finally started our play again.

~ you´re still sleeping like an angel,
lying there like a toy,
beneath that damned sheets,
and I´m feeling weird
(`cause I´m to near to you) ~

The sun has raised, yet, and a beam of morning-sunlight is breaking
through the window and resting on him. Surrounded by this halo he
looks like an angel, a perfect creature of innocence and joy. He´s so
beautiful, I could nearly believe, that he´s a sculpture, formed from
marble, unless his light breaths, which were moving his delicious
chest.
I desperately want to touch his skin and getting drunk by his scent
and so I´m slowly crouching towards him, lifting a leg to settle
myself down on his stomach. He stirs faintly, but doesn´t wake up. I
lower my upper body and rest my cheek on his chest. I can hear his
heartbeat and every beat of it is making me want to scream for relief
and joy, that he´s alive and with me.
Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I don´t care, when they spill
free and run down my face to dampen his skin.
"What have you done to me, Kakarott?", I ask hoarsly. "I´ve never
wanted to be near to you, to be with you – and yet, I feel that I´m
only living for you."

~ yet, the cowardly alone
kills love only with words.
It needs a hero, to take the knife
And I cannot be a coward ~

I´m the victim, I realize. The more I try to outdo him, the more I´m
becoming his victim. I am his with every inch of my body, my mind and
my soul.
`I hate you for that, Kakarott!' I swear soundless. `I have to be the
strongest and now, you´ve beaten me only with a few words and
kisses.' I hate myself for being so weak.
Suddenly a hand touches my shoulder. I bolt upright and see him
gazing at me with his coalblack eyes. There is something so gentle
and lovely in his look. Why is he looking at me in that way? I don´t
want him to love me. I don´t want me to love him!
All my feelings are mixing together under his stare: love, hate,
despair, defeat, lust. I want to kiss him fiercely, to make love with
him until my brain´s nothing more than a melting goo and at the same
time I want to make him scream in agony for his daring to touch, to
defeat me, again. I plant my hand over his heart, glowing red with
ki, the other lightly touches his lips, caressing the soft flesh.
"Tell me, Kakarott", am I asking under a choked sob, while fresh
tears are raining down on his chest. "Shall I love or shall I kill
you?"
For long minutes he just stares up into my eyes, not moving an inch
and only looking into the depths of my tattered soul. He says nothing
while he is searching for something I cannot name. Finally his look
is getting soft and a slight smile is spreading out on his lips.
"It´s equal to me, love, as long as I can be with you" he states
calmly. Then he slowly reaches out and pulls me down to meet his lips
with my own. He tastes so sweet and I´m smiling trough my tears. `I
accept my defeat, Kakarott – nobody can fight love.'