Part 6

Trunks pulled a long sleeved black shirt from his backpack, holding it up to his chest while he gazed in the mirror. A brief nod acknowledged that he would wear it to the party that evening; he glanced over at Goten who was sitting on his bed tying his shoes.

“I’ve decided to wear the black one, Goten. I think it looks better.” Trunks said, slipping the shirt over his head. Goten nodded absently before pulling himself back into a sitting position. “Good…I’ve always liked that shirt.” Goten commented.  Trunks grinned at him, blowing soft strands of lavender hair from his eyes.

“So Goten…you gonna finally try and kiss a girl tonight?” he asked his dark haired friend teasingly. Goten growled, casting him a “not this again!” look. Trunks always had to remind him about his inexperience with women.

“Oh come on! You KNOW I’m just joking, Goten.” Trunks grinned.

“Yea well…” Goten started, then stood, stretching. “Maybe I WILL kiss a girl tonight!” Goten said, wandering out into the hall, Trunks following a few steps behind. He looked up sharply at the sound of another voice.

“What’s this about kissing girls tonight?” A smiling Goku asked, just before Goten walked into him. Goten looked up at his father, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Uh…nothing dad!” Goten said hurriedly, elbowing Trunks in the ribs as his best friend started to snicker.

“Well…ok…” Goku said, his eyes narrowing at the two teenagers, his silly grin not wavering. “You two have fun, and be back at a decent hour, ok? I’m going to go spar with Vegeta tonight, so I’ll be out too.”

“Ok dad, hope you win.” Goten beamed; Trunks snorted and laughed.

“Don’t I always?” Goku asked, then winked and continued down the hall to his bedroom. He faintly heard the two boys babbling about the party they were attending that night as he changed into his orange gi, then heard the door shut softly minutes later. After slipping into his soft blue boots, he was airborn, sailing through the chill wind with ease. Minutes later, he landed softly on CC grounds, within a few feet of Vegeta’s front door. He stepped forward and knocked, then stood back and waited for his summons to be answered.

Vegeta had been pacing, waiting for Kakarott’s arrival. Tonight the tables would turn. He rubbed his hands together greedily as the knock sounded at his front door. “Kakarott.” Vegeta said softly to himself, a smirk surfacing. He made his way to the door and pulled it open, his eyes hungrily feasting upon Goku’s back, as he had turned away to watch the sky while he waited for Vegeta to answer the door.

Goku’s face turned slightly, his lips tugging into a smile. “There you are. I was beginning to think you weren’t home.” He said, turning fully to face Vegeta. His eyes widened slightly at seeing Vegeta’s form, clad only in a pair of loose fitting pants. He swallowed, trying to keep his eyes from straying to the smaller saiyan’s squared shoulders to his muscled stomach and down to the small line of dark hair leading down to… Gah! I can’t be thinking of this right now! Goku screamed at himself mentally, pulling his eyes back up to meet Vegeta’s. “So, Vegeta…are you gonna spar in just that?” he asked innocently.

Vegeta kept as straight of a face as possible. “No, Kakarott…actually, I have changed my mind.” Vegeta smirked, feeling a certain amount of satisfaction as the other saiyan’s face fell. “Perhaps another time.” Vegeta faked a yawn, bringing his curled fist to his mouth.

Goku struggled silently, with both disappointment and confusion. Since their intimate encounters the week before, Vegeta had not shown any interest in him, aside to spar. It hurt Goku, knowing that perhaps the prince did not feel the same way about him as he did for the prince. Not that it would surprise him much. He had hoped that perhaps their spar tonight might bring them some alone time…and now his hopes were crushed. He had never known Vegeta to turn down a spar; perhaps after their day out, he was sick of Goku…and didn’t want to be around him anymore. The thought crushed his heart. He winced slightly, then covered the pain with a smile. “Oh…ok then. Well…ah….I guess I’ll…see you later, then?” He asked, taking a few steps back from the door, preparing to leave.

Vegeta had seen the pain in Goku’s eyes, and had even caught the small wince. He grinned inwardly, but outwardly, he wore a look of boredom. “Sure, Kakarott. Later.” He said, closing the door in the other saiyan’s face. He chuckled softly, bounding up the stairs to his bedroom. Slipping out of the loose pants, he brought a T-shirt over his head and smoothed it down his stomach, then pulled on a pair of jeans. Next came a pair of tennis shoes. In a flash, he was outside and in the sky, following Goku’s ki.

Goku felt terrible. He had done something to upset Vegeta, and didn’t know what; he had wanted to ask, but felt that it might have just made things worse. So, feeling alone and rejected, Goku flew towards his home slowly, his shoulders slumped. So deep were his thoughts, he didn’t even feel Vegeta’s ki until it was too late.

Vegeta’s arms encircled Goku’s chest, pinning the saiyan’s arms to his sides; Goku started in surprise, his eyes widening before his head jerked sideways, trying to look at Vegeta. “What the hell are you doing, Vegeta!?” Goku asked loudly, obviously angry at the sudden intrusion.

Vegeta growled low in Goku’s ear, nipping the lobe violently. Goku flinched, feeling warm wetness on his ear were Vegeta had drawn blood. He shivered as Vegeta’s tongue lapped slowly at the wound, and noticed with detached interest that they were descending towards the ground. Vegeta’s grip tightened just before they landed on a soft patch of grass between a small circle of trees. Darkness shrouded the area, so he could see nothing beyond that.

The tight hold Vegeta had on him suddenly released, but before he could think or say anything, he was roughly shoved forward onto his knees. A heavy weight crashed into his back and he fell flat on his stomach, his face being pressed into the grass by Vegeta’s arm. Goku growled, readying to go super saiyan before he felt Vegeta nipping softly at the back of his neck, Vegeta’s breath coming in soft pants above him. His mind spun; he thought Vegeta had wanted to fight! But now he felt it; a hardness that was now rubbing against his lower back rhythmically. Deft hands slipped underneath him, lifting his shirt off of him with ease. Those hands returned, sliding around his chest to playfully pluck at his already-hardened nipples.

“Vegeta…” Goku started, before he was silenced with a growl. His eyes widened and his mouth closed. A gasp escaped his throat as Vegeta slid his tongue down the back of his neck, then continued down his spine. “Sssssss!” He hissed, his eyes closing half way, head tipping back slightly. “Vegeta…..” he moaned softly.

Vegeta licked all the way down to Goku’s lower back, savoring the salty taste of the other warrior; a taste that literally set his blood on fire. He swiveled his hips, grinding his hardness into the soft plushness of Goku’s ass, smiling faintly as Goku purred from below him. Still grinding, he lifted the taller man’s hips off the ground, bringing him closer, and slipped one hand underneath to stroke the hardened member still encased in Goku’s gi pants. A strangled moan escaped Goku’s lips as he thrust his hips forward into Vegeta’s hand. Vegeta’s mouth widened into a feral grin.

“I see…do you like that, Kakarott?” He whispered softly, watching Goku’s body react as he slipped his hand inside the pants. By this time, Goku was keeping his own hips lifted, which gave Vegeta a free hand to dispose of his own clothing. He stripped his t-shirt, jeans and shoes off quickly while pulling Goku’s pants down to his knees. He then continued stroking the other man, his blood nearly boiling at the soft panting and moaning he was eliciting from Goku.

Goku arched back against Vegeta, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as a low growl sounded from behind him. Soft lips ran down the side of his face to his neck where Vegeta’s tongue swirled playfully; his breathing was beginning to become forced, the pressure in his groin becoming nearly unbearable. Vegeta smiled against the other saiyan’s neck, slowing his strokes considerably much to Goku’s frustration. The taller saiyan whimpered softly, his eyes opening slightly at the sound of Vegeta’s voice muttering softly in his ear.

“Kakarott…” he began, his lips grazing Goku’s ear, his own eyes closing briefly at the waves of ecstasy flowing through him as Goku hissed and arched against his caress. After a brief pause, he continued. “It’s my turn. I have…given myself…to you. I am yours.” He swallowed audibly before continuing, fear of being rejected tugging at the heart he thought he didn’t have. “ Will you give yourself to me, and be mine?”

Goku blinked repeatedly, his passion-clouded eyes clearing. Oh Kami, thank you. His breathing still labored, Goku nodded his head softly, turning to rub his cheek against the older man’s cheek.

”Yes, Vegeta.” He whispered, arching back against him again.

Vegeta purred loudly, slipping two fingers into his mouth, sucking them and thoroughly wetting them down; he moved them from his mouth to Goku’s tight virgin opening. Goku whimpered softly as he slipped one finger inside of him, then the second; he thrust his fingers back and forth slowly, stretching the tight ring of muscle, preparing it for himself. He winced slightly as his need grew, the pressure in his groin increasing quickly by watching his fingers sliding in and out of the other saiyan warrior. Goku began rocking his hips against his fingers, moaning Vegeta’s name softly. Vegeta slowly removed his fingers, then lowered himself against Goku’s back, nipping the back of the other saiyan’s neck while grasping his hips between both hands.

He paused, suddenly finding the whole situation laughable. If someone would have told him just weeks ago that he’d be nearly dying to mount Kakarott, of all people, he would have laughed hysterically, then killed the poor SOB who had told him such nonsense. But now…things were different. His black eyes narrowed to the back of Goku’s head before becoming almost affectionate. He nudged his hard member against Goku, pushing ever so slowly. He felt the other saiyan tense beneath him, a shudder running down his tall frame; a small choked whine sounded from his throat as Vegeta, with one last push, entered and filled him completely. Vegeta stopped, against his body’s own wishes, and waited a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting deeply into Goku’s warmth. Kami, he’s so tight!

The pain was blinding, or at least it was for a few seconds before fading to a dull aching ‘fullness’. Goku arched his neck, letting his head fall back on his shoulders as Vegeta thrust into him, sending waves of blinding pleasure through his body. “Vegeta…” He moaned, rocking his hips against the man behind him…someone who, for years, hated his guts. The smaller saiyan’s arms were braced at Goku’s sides, hands balled into fists as his pace quickened; Vegeta’s length slipped back and forth, it’s pressure brushing a part of Goku that he didn’t even know he had, making him cry out, his eyes squeezing tightly shut.

Vegeta was holding back the best he could, but his reserve was nearly at a breaking point. He no longer held a single comprehendible thought, desire and instinct leading him deeper into the web of passion and ecstasy he and Goku had woven. Blood rushed in his ears as Goku cried out, his thrusts coming harder and more frenzied as he fought to please both his lover and himself. From under him, Goku’s body spasmed and quivered, his back arching; a low growl sounded in the younger saiyan’s throat, and Vegeta answered with one of his own, his arousal heightened while his body screamed for release. A low rumble began in his chest, his hips gaining momentum as he slammed himself into the other man, both men grunting and growling with animalistic carnality. Goku released a strangled cry as continuous waves of orgasmic bliss washed over his senses and jolted through his body like a bolt of lightning; His rectal muscles convulsed around Vegeta’s cock, making Vegeta gasp as his mind and body burst into a whirlwind of climactic pleasure, both men screaming out the other’s name as they came. Almost immediately, Goku’s body slumped to the ground, his eyes nearly shut, his breath coming in rasping gulps. Vegeta lifted himself to his knees, absently wiping sweat from his brow before moving to pull his clothes on.

Goku lifted himself onto his arms, silently watching as Vegeta dressed. After putting his shoes on, Vegeta glanced up at Goku and threw him his gi. “Get up and get dressed. You’re staying with me tonight…and I, quite honestly, am beat.” He gave Goku a lopsided smile.

Goku couldn’t help but look surprised. Vegeta wanted him to spend the night?? Goku hid his grin and quickly got dressed, having to cram his feet into his boots quickly to catch up with Vegeta, who had already blasted off into the sky towards the Capsule Corporation.

“Vegeta! Wait up!” Goku shouted into the night, chasing after his lover, who at the sound of Goku’s call, sped up and flew low, weaving in and out of trees in a playful game of tag. Vegeta smiled to himself. He hadn’t felt this lighthearted and carefree in…well, actually he never had. He shook his head to himself, his lips betraying him with another genuine smile.