Complete

Author: Hieimaru

Warning: Lemon

      The Prince of all Saiyans was proudly standing naked and wet on the

      threshold of his room. His eyes bore into another pair glittering darkly

      from the bed.

      "Why are you here, Kakarotto?" The man on the bed said nothing, merely

      watched through slitted eyes as the lithe man prowled closer, growling in

      irritation.

      "What do you want, baka?" Still there was silence. He stood proudly at the

      edge of his bed, only looking into those dark eyes as though they would

      give away answers to questions he wasn't sure he knew.

      "Kisama! Answer me, you low-class..." snarling and spitting.

      "You." The word was whispered, but had the effect of a freight train

      running through the still and silent room. Vegeta backed away from the

      wicked eyes. Just a step, but it gave away so much. He'd lost already, he

      just didn't know it yet. Goku smiled darkly.

      Water droplets fell onto chilled skin as Vegeta shook his head to clear

      it. Stuttering a bit in surprise he asked, "Na...nani?" in a harsh voice.

      Another step lost as the tall Saiyan smoothly raised his body from the

      bed. With a grace Vegeta had never seen the other employ, the imposing

      figure glided forward to press into the prince's personal space with an

      ease that astonished him.

      "Just what do you think you're going to do? Do you honestly think I'd even

      consider...hmmm..unnnn."

      His words were muffled by the other man mouth against his own. Dammit.

      This was everything he'd wanted, but couldn't admit. But he was still the

      prince, still in charge. His pride would not allow him to accept the other

      as anything but a sparring partner.

      "Damn your pride, Vegeta." Growling words flooded his ears. He gasped and

      struggled weakly in the strong arms crushing him to the broad chest. "I've

      waited years for you to come to me, but you never have. No more." His eyes

      grew large and he opened his mouth to speak. Too late.

      "I'll make you want me."

      As hands and lips, teeth and tongue attacked him, he knew it was one more

      battle he would not, could not win. But this time, he willingly

      surrendered. He never knew it could be so easy to give himself over to

      someone else's control. He never knew it could be so hard to fight against

      something so simple as mere attraction.

      "Is that all you think this is? Lust?" a snarled question in his ear. His

      mind flew. It couldn't be possible, yet it seemed as though Kakarotto was

      hearing his thoughts. How?

      "It happened the day we fused. Don't you remember?"

      How could he forget? that day he felt whole, complete for the first time

      in his pitiful miserable existence. For the first time since being a small

      child, he felt innocence and love, peace and happiness. And that is

      precisely the reason he stayed away, dammit. Such things weakened,

      destroyed him. Ah, but look how they strengthened Kakarotto beyond what

      should have been possible for a third class. He blinked. During his

      thought process, Kakarotto had stopped touching him and only held him. His

      mind asked a question.

      ::???::

      ::I won't force you, Vegeta. I only want to love you.:: Voice echoed

      thought, and Vegeta ... Broke.

      Tears slid down golden cheeks, eyes closed in sorrow-less pain. A large

      hand gently cupped the angled jaw, a thumb traced the path of salty

      liquid.

      "Let go, Beloved." ::Just let go. I'll catch you, I'll protect you, I will

      love you...forever.::

      No more pride, no more pretense. Just a man. Wanting. Needing. Craving.

      ::Loving:: Lips curved in a broad smile against his hair. Hands smoothed

      away the frown marks on his forehead, lips followed in sweet kisses. He

      was picked up, held close against the body he'd dreamt of since their very

      first battle. He caught the surprise in the other's mind, and he laughed.

      ::Your laughter is beautiful, as you are.:: His blush soon became a flush

      of pleasure as his beloved kissed him. Deeply into his mouth tongues

      danced sensuously, seductively, igniting a far buried part of his soul. He

      moaned, a demand for more.

      Heat lifted away from his mouth and his glistening swollen lips parted in

      a gasp as his lover's large warm hands grasped his buttocks, a hot tongue

      swiping at his left nipple as he bent his body to press his hips against

      those of his partner. There was something wantonly erotic about being

      naked against his fully clad lover. His sensitive skin tingled at the

      touch of the slightly rough cloth. He was acting so strangely, so

      differently from his normal self, but he didn't care. He felt his lover's

      hard cock pressing against his hip, his own erection jutting proudly into

      the man's pelvis. They moved slowly, never making it to the soft bed, but

      instead bracing themselves against the wall. His hips began a rhythm,

      matched by those of his...mate.

      He felt a rush of pleasure from the man at his thought. Yes, his mate. He

      could not deny that now. Not when his body strained itself to reach him,

      not when his heart and soul cried out to be fulfilled by the man holding

      him. Panting, he raised his head, looking into the lust/love-bright eyes

      above him. Silently, he told the man what he wanted, needed. A slow smile

      of pure loving. The strong arms set him down, and the tall Saiyan stepped

      away. Hands caressed as they removed clothing from his own body. Vegeta's

      heart sped up watching the provocative strip tease.

      Hard muscle and lean flesh was revealed inch by slow inch. Chest arms and

      abdomen all glorious in chiseled perfection. Long lean legs and strong

      thighs. This man was meant to give pleasure, meant for all the carnal joys

      of life. Breath became hard to capture.

      ::If I am carnality, beloved, you are walking, talking, breathing sex. You

      scream "fuck me now" every time I see you.:: He grinned.

      ::Now, Kakarotto, so that's where your mind was whenever we fought.::

      ::Damn right.::

      He laughed at the other man's ear-to-ear grin as those wonderful arms

      reached for him again. His body was pulled tight against flesh-encased

      iron. He closed his eyes as his lover's hands and lips traced paths down

      his body. Those hands encircled his trim waist, that tongue teased his

      naval. He could hear his own breathy moans, and a small part of him

      scoffed at his weak behavior; a part he ruthlessly squashed. His eyes

      opened and he looked down questioningly when his lover's motions ceased.

      ::This is what I want. To taste you.:: Helplessly he watched as his mate's

      mouth opened, hot flesh darting out to lick against his most sensitive

      flesh. His knees shook, and he could do nothing but whimper and watch. A

      hot cavern of molten moisture drew his flesh deep into itself. His legs

      collapsed, and he was held up only by the hands around his waist. His

      arousal was bathed in long slow strokes, gentle nipping and strong lashes

      of flesh against flesh. He cried out as arms reached out to hold him

      steady, hands toying playfully with his full sac, caressing his ass. There

      was something bothering him but he couldn't think. He couldn't figure out

      what could be wrong until he felt silken lips descend upon the back of his

      neck. His eyes flew open and his head turned as far as he could make it

      go. He saw his beloved behind him, mischievous black eyes twinkling. He

      head swung quickly to his front, only to see his beloved looking back up

      at him licking his lips.

      "Nani?!" Deep velvet chuckles from both front and behind.

      "Just a little trick I learned from Piccolo. He always trains against

      himself. I think this is a much better use for the technique, don't you?"

      Fingers stroked his nipples to hard aching throbs of want; teeth again

      descended against his neck, nibbling the tendon; his arousal was again

      swallowed to the root. Hips bucked uncontrollably, forward into that heat,

      back against a different heat, hard and compelling. He cried out, his

      voice echoing off the walls. His shivering body was held up only by the

      fact that he was crushed between his beloved and lover's double. His

      breath was stolen as his lover kissed him again. Tasting himself in that

      mouth, he groaned. He wanted to repay the favor, his mouth watering at the

      thought of Kakarotto's taste. His lover in front moved back and he reached

      out for him. A hand grasped his hip while another pressed against his

      neck, forcing him into a bent position. He let himself fall onto his hands

      and knees. His eyes opened and he saw the long thick arousal of the man in

      front of him. He sucked his own tongue in anticipation, reaching his hands

      to grasp the strong hips. Pulling the other Saiyan forward until the man

      had to brace his hands against Vegeta's shoulders, the prince slowly took

      Kakarotto's hard member into his mouth. The combination of feeling his

      lover against his buttocks and tasting him nearly overwhelmed his senses.

      The moan torn from him vibrated against his lover's arousal, causing the

      man to groan in need. He didn't know how Kakarotto could stand feeling

      himself split in two, but he didn't care, not when it felt so damn good.

      Kisses all along his back, and hands pulling his pulsing cock, smearing

      the leaking fluid. He felt hot flesh probe his entrance and gasped, nearly

      choking on his lover. Kakarotto was using his tongue there?! He didn't

      know whether to be disgusted or not, then decided it wasn't worth thinking

      about at the moment. The ring was worked tenderly, and he tensed in the

      knowledge of what was going to happen. His body was petted and caressed

      into relaxation. Wet fingers massaged the muscle, but he paid it no mind

      when the cock in his mouth pulled out and pushed in again. His arousal was

      also being worked, the friction becoming almost painful. Fingers entered

      him, stretching, massaging, but he barely noticed the invaders. He bucked

      when forged steel rammed into him, crying out against the flesh in his

      mouth. The pain was intense, but faded when Kakarotto remained still

      inside him. His fingers dug deeply into the skin beneath his hands. He

      looked up and saw intense concentration; and turning around to see behind

      him, he saw the look mirrored on his lover's twin. They phased in and out

      a couple of times, playing havoc with Vegeta's body. Then, his lover's

      eyes opened, staring directly into his. Kakarotto smiled, then pulled out,

      plunging back in without giving him time to think.

      He threw his head back and screamed. The body was no longer in front of

      him and his upper body collapsed. He caught himself with his forearms

      against the floor, pressing into the surging hips behind him. Trying

      urgently to match his mate's pace, he growled in frustration. Pushing

      violently backwards, he forced Kakarotto deeply into him. They both cried

      out when Vegeta's inner muscles spasmed involuntarily as his prostate was

      hit by the broad head. The entire world melted down to this... thrust,

      push, pull, fuck me now, fuck me hard, make me come screaming.

      The world shattered, sight was lost, their ears filled with a rushing void

      and harsh panting. Their straining bodies collapsed still releasing in

      climax. Senses regained, the taller spooned his body around the smaller,

      never pulling out. He let himself remain inside his lover as long as he

      could. Vegeta sighed sleepily. Goku snuggled happily, having gotten what

      he'd dreamt of, and he wasn't letting go. He heard his prince chuckle.

      "Nani?" Vegeta smiled and answered tiredly.

      "If you let me go, Kakarotto, I'd have to kill you."

      "Never," was the emphatic response.

      "Ah." The agreement. The two lovers slept, finally complete. Their outside

      battles would continue, but here, in private, the soul-bonded could be

      content.