A
song-fic. Cinnamony and lemony and bittersweet. (23/8/2002)
From Goku's POV, his thoughts are bordered by tilde's ~
Goku gave a bitter-sweet sigh as he landed softly in front of his house. It has
been over two weeks since he had gone to look for Vegeta. Two weeks since that
night. Two weeks of the hottest, wildest, sex he had ever had in his life. His
cheeks flushed and he felt a familiar tightening in his groin as he recalled
just exactly what they did… how they did it… where they
did it…
He winced a little as he made his way to the bathroom. The day’s spar had been
especially intense, which had raised more than just their adrenaline levels as
well. Stripping off his sweat- and semen-soaked gi, he tossed the sodden
garment into the laundry hamper and stepped under the shower.
Yet…
Goku tilted his head back as he allowed the steaming water to run over his
head, closing his eyes as a few tears spilled out and mixed with the hot spray.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted, oh so much more…
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lies you heard the night before
And though it’s just a line to you, for me it’s true
And never seemed so right before
Since that night, their relationship had changed, and not only in the physical
sense. Bit by bit, the cold and reserved ouji was allowing him into his private
life. They now trained together every day and they often had meals together.
Sometimes Vegeta would allow him to sleep over. Sometimes they would go out
together, doing mundane chores like buying groceries. A simple and necessary
errand, but they filled him with a warm glow just because he was doing it with
Vegeta.
Sometimes they would just spend a couple of hours lying on the grass and
looking up at the sky, doing nothing. It was those rare times that he treasured
the most. Vegeta would speak of his life back on Vegetasei or his adventures in
space, and Goku would tell him of his simpler life here on Chikkuyu.
Occasionally Vegeta would break out into delighted and frank laughter, and Goku
would find himself tilting his head to the side surreptitiously and staring in
wonderment as the normally harsh visage softened, stunned at the unguarded
emotions. Somehow, he knew that few, if any, had ever seen that side of the
hard-bitten warrior. More than just being extremely physically attracted to the
ouji’s exotic beauty, he was falling in love with the complex man behind the
harsh mask.
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late and I’m alone with you
The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And, oh, the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”
He reached for the soap and lathered himself absently, his mind still in caught
up in anguished turmoil. Once, he had blurted out his feelings to the other,
only to have his heart shattered as the stony mask dropped again.
“Love?” Vegeta laughed bitterly, sardonically. “Love is a sappy Chikkuyu
emotion. A fluffy delusion those weak Ningens like to sing and harp about. Hn.
I know of anger and hate. I know of loyalty and trust. I know what I like, what
I dislike, what I enjoy and what pisses me off. Those emotions are tangible.”
“B-but… “
“Hn.”
Since then, he had not dared bring it up again. It was acceptable to talk about
the physical side of their relationship; Vegeta reveled in knowing just how
much Goku wanted, needed him, and he would admit it freely just to see his
prince smirk proudly, knowing that it pleased the royal Saiyan. A delicious
shiver ran through his body… Oh yes, there was nothing wrong with that side of
their relationship. Vegeta was extremely sensual, extremely tactile, extremely
physical. And so was he. A flush crept up his cheeks again as his lips quirked
up in a hentai grin.
But they never talked about anything emotional, anything ‘sappy’ or ‘mushy’.
Goku sighed again as he dried himself with a flare of his ki. Leaning forward
to look at himself in the mirror, he carefully schooled his features. Like the
ouji, he too hid his emotions behind a mask; one that is cheerful on the
outside, seemingly happy even though he was dying a little inside every day.
Yet, he would rather keep up this façade then risk angering or alienating
Vegeta. His chest constricted painfully as he thought about what if he was
never allowed to see the volatile, intense prince again, and he swallowed hard
to keep tears from spilling over again. No. He would rather keep up this false
front.
Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to think more uplifting thoughts.
Ironically, the source of his anguish was also the source of his joy. His lips
twisted up in a saturnine smile as he strode out into his bedroom.
Opening his closet, he scrutinized the simple selection inside. He was having
dinner with Vegeta tonight; just simple takeaway, but still he wanted to dress
up. He wanted to impress the other; he wanted the older Saiyan to notice him,
to deem him worthy of his royal attention. A very small part of him whispered
slyly; and perhaps deign him good enough to be his royal mate someday? Goku
gave a bitter, wry laugh as he picked out a pair of khakis and a sweater in
darker mustard. Although whatever he wore would probably get ripped off after
dinner…
Snagging a box of expensive chocolates on the way out, something he had
expressly bought for the ouji as he knew that the older had a fond weakness for
the highly addictive stuff, he concentrated and appeared in front of Vegeta’s
cabin. Goku let himself in quietly and made his way to the kitchen. Boxes of
Chinese and Thai take-away were already stacked on the table and the older
Saiyan was seated, back to the kitchen entrance.
Goku leaned over and embraced the seated figure from behind, nuzzling his nose
in the slightly damp upswept hair, which smelled faintly of mint. “Sorry I’m
late. Mmmm…you smell great. What are you reading?” Resting his chin on the
ouji’s shoulders, he peered at the slim book. It was a red paperback, titled
“What Do You Care What Others Think?”.
“Hmm? Nothing much, just some physicist’s autobiography.” Reaching for a
bookmark, Vegeta closed the paperback and placed it on the table before
twisting his head with a growl. “Baka, you’re late and I’m ravenous.” A small
quirk of his lips and a slight lilt showed that the insult held no rancor.
“Gomen…” He gave an appeasing smile and brandished the box of chocolates.
“Something for dessert later?”
“Hn.” And without much further ado, the two Saiyans dug into the mountain of
takeaway, rapidly reducing it to a pile of collapsed cardboard and plastic
linings. Mealtimes for Saiyans were sacred; food comes first and little words
were spoken.
Goku watched the slighter figure surreptitiously over the rim of his box of
food, chopsticks absently ferrying the noodles into his mouth. Vegeta was just
dressed in a pair of black boxers, eating cheap takeaway, yet somehow he
emanated such a regal presence that he could have well been dining at a state
function. His back was ramrod straight and though he ate fast, his movements
were deft and neat. Suddenly, Goku felt overdressed and gauche. Shifting
awkwardly, he looked down at his dinner and tried to slow down a little, eat a
little more elegantly.
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late and I’m alone with you
“I’ll clear the boxes.” Goku stood up with a smile, once they had finished.
Vegeta nodded and picked up the box of chocolates as he walked out of the
kitchen. Just before he stepped out, he turned his head to face the younger
Saiyan, eyes smoldering with a now familiar look and deep voice purring. “I’ll
see you in my den.”
Goku felt his heart skip a little at that invitation. Quickly, he disposed of
the remains of their dinner and hurried to the den. Pausing at the entrance to
the cozy book-lined room, he took in the sight of his prince with widened eyes.
Vegeta was standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, and looking
out with an inscrutable expression on his face. The smaller Saiyan stood as
still as a statue, the only indication that signified otherwise was the
slightly twitching of his deep russet tail. The flickering light from the
crackling fire was the only source of illumination in the small room, casting
the elegant features of the ouji in sharp relief and highlighting the deep
auburn highlights in his dark, upswept locks. Raking appreciative eyes down the
lithe form of the prince, Goku started to purr unconsciously. The wavering,
ruddy glow from the warm blaze in the fireplace threw parts of the muscular
figure into shifting, indistinct shadows, revealing just tantalizing glimpses
of the smooth bronzed flesh.
At the sound of the deep purr, Vegeta turned around with a sensuous smirk.
“Kakarrot.” He inclined his head towards the bottle of wine that lay chilling
in a silver bucket in the center of the room. “Care to join me?”
Goku blinked and felt a smile lifting his lips before he realized it. Not the
bright smile he often wears around his family and friends and not the brittle
smile he had been practicing in the bathroom mirror over the past week, but a
small, genuine and delighted smile, which matched the sudden fuzzy feeling,
that suddenly spread over him. “Hai, Vegeta.”
Sometime later, the two pair found themselves twined on the white fur rug in
front of the fireplace. Goku lay on his back, his discarded sweater pillowing
his head, while Vegeta lounged on his side. The ouji’s leg was carelessly
thrown over Goku’s, and his tail swished lazily over the younger’s now bare
abdomen. The White Riesling was now a pleasant, fruity memory, along with the
selection of chocolates.
The bottle of wine could hardly be enough to give two full-blooded Saiyans more
than a little buzz, still, Goku couldn’t remember when he had ever felt so
relaxed, so phenomenally good. Even the tension that seemed to be ever-present
in the older warrior had drained out and Vegeta appeared mellow as he lolled
languidly, cheek propped up on palm. Murmured easy conversation had died down
and the two were content to just laze there in companionable silence, broken
only by the occasional crackling of the fire.
Goku stared up at the regal profile, mesmerized by the play of light and
shadows on the aristocratic face. Vegeta’s features were a little sharper than
his own, fine…even delicate. Watching the onyx eyes, normally harsh and cold,
soften as the older Saiyan gazed into the hypnotic flames, he couldn’t help but
wonder what Vegeta was thinking about. The urge to blurt out his feelings
became almost unbearable and his chest constricted painfully.
The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And, oh, the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”
Instead, he reached up, cupping a hand around the back of Vegeta’s neck and
drew him gently down for a kiss. A rumbling purr started from the back of his
throat as satin lips parted readily. Goku closed his eyes, allowing his other
senses to take over. He could taste the lingering aromas of the sweet wine and
rich cocoa as they kissed, hot tongues darting out to tangle almost playfully.
An answering crooning purr resonated between them as the lithe body shifted and
settled over his, fine-boned hands carding through his spiky locks as the kiss
deepened. Vegeta’s spicy-sweet musk, slightly heavier than his own and mingled
with the fragrant bouquet of the wine, washed over him and Goku broke the kiss with
a low groan to nuzzle his nose into the crook of the older Saiyan’s neck.
~ Do you know what you do to me, Vegeta? ~
A mere whiff of the arousing, royal scent and he was entrapped. A kiss, a taste
of the ambrosia and he was hopelessly lost. Growling softly, almost
possessively, he tightened his arms around the smaller form and buried his face
deeper into the fragrant dips and hollows behind the ear and down the jaw,
never seeming to get enough of the heady, addictive spice-musk.
~ You drive me crazy, Vegeta. ~
Hands roamed in slow, long strokes over heated skin, alternating between
feather-light caresses and teasing fondles, exploring and exciting. Vegeta
cried out softly as fingers found his tail and arched up, writhing and moaning.
“Nnngh..Ka-Kakarrot!” Goku gazed up at the flushed visage, beguiled by the
vision, savoring each strangled gasp. He was bewitched, his heart suffused with
love, yet simultaneously clenched in agony.
~ Do you know how beautiful you are, Vegeta? ~
Goku’s rich chestnut-brown tail came up to curl around the slim waist, the lush
fur softly tickling against naked skin. The last pieces of fabric that
separated them were gone, and they now pressed and rubbed sensually against
each other, reveling in the feel of bare, smooth skin. Goku’s hips bucked up,
grinding in slow circles as his arms and hands pressed the lithe figure in his
arms even closer, his nose nuzzling in the fragrant hollow at the base of the
prince’s neck, his tongue darting out to lick and taste bronzed skin at the dip
of the collarbone.
~ Perfection. ~
His hands stroked down a muscled back and worked over a tight ass, feeling and
caressing every curve and dip, fingers playing teasingly along the royal cleft
as palms kneaded the sensuous hollows at the sides of the flanks. Flipping the
smaller figure on his back, Goku slanted his head down again to capture royal
lips in another searing kiss.
~ You reduce me to a whimpering heap. ~
Anguished, pleasured groans and mews tripped from ouji’s throat as callused hands
that held the power to destroy worlds, devastated him tenderly. Buttery light
kisses tormented him and he arched up with a gasp as sharp teeth raked across
sensitive nipples. A hot tongue swirled around hard nubs in apology before
moving further down, tasting succulent skin and leaving a blazing trail. Tails
twined together, ruffling and coiling. Vegeta felt like he was drowning in a
sea of tactile sensations. “Aaaahh..Kakarrot…” A harsh gasp. “Stop teasing,
dammit!”
~ You drive me wild, Vegeta. ~
Crouched over the smaller figure, Goku made slow, leisurely love to his prince,
his hands ranging sensually over valleys and swells, his teeth nipping and
grazing satin skin, his tongue tasting the salty tang of the fine sheet of
sweat that shimmered on the bronzed flesh. Vegeta’s eyes were closed, smoky
lashes fluttering slightly against high cheekbones, swollen lips parted
slightly as he panted harshly. Slim hips bucked wildly with a slick digit, then
another entered him and found that bundle of nerves. “K-Kakarrot! Aiee!
Kisama!” His hands threaded through dark, spiky hair, fisting weakly, and then
moving down to knead muscular biceps jerkily as he thrashed in agonized
ecstasy. The younger groaned as he took in the highly erotic sight, his own
arousal painfully neglected. Oh Kami, he burned…
~ You only have to say my name. ~
With a low growl, he eased into the slick, velvet inferno of his prince.
Pausing, he looked down at the lithe Saiyan, loving the raw desire he saw in
smoldering in Vegeta’s heavy, half-lidded eyes. Muscular legs clamped around
his waist, drawing him further in. “Move, Kakarrot…” It was meant to be an
imperious order but came out as a husky plea. Goku gave a rare, feral smirk and
rocked his hips slowly but powerfully, relishing the breathy groans he was
wringing.
~ A simple touch from you and I melt inside. ~
Goku lost his tenuous control when a tail came up to wrap around his own furry
appendage, ruffling and squeezing. He closed his eyes tightly as he surrendered
to the delicious sensations that coursed through his body, the fire that razed
through his veins and pooled in his lower abdomen. He started to pump faster,
larger hands gripping slimmer hips tightly as he slammed bruisingly into the
smaller figure, which arched up in agonizing bliss. Moving to kneel upright on
his heels, Goku pulled the slighter male towards him with a jerk. Tossing his
head back, he closed his eyes and set a primal, pounding rhythm, angling his
hips instinctively to hit that sweet spot that drove the other wild.
~ I am yours, ouji-sama…~
Screams and cries rent the musky-scented air as sweaty bodies moved in intimate
harmony, perfectly matched now as they are on the battlefield, sinewy muscles
flexing and shifting under glistening skin. His world narrowed down to the
marvelous stimulations, the lava that seemed to be blazing through his body,
the feel of the tight heat around him. Blood thundered in his ears as the
pressure within him increased in an ecstatic crescendo, his muscles flexing and
bunching in delectable tension. He was so tantalizingly close… All coherent
thoughts and previous convictions fled from his mind as he cried out.
“I love you!”
Goku stilled for a split-second in shock, teetering in horror on a precipice,
realizing his error when the smaller figure stiffened. But Vegeta did not
appear to have heard or realized as he tightened inexorably and stiffened with
a howl, thick cream spurting across his abdomen. When the fiery internal
muscles rippled in climax around him, Goku threw back his head with a
corresponding yowl, his own muscles tensing in nirvana as well as he crested
his own peak with a few more jerky thrusts.
“Vegeta!”
A pair of heaving bodies lay entwined in the afterglow, chests heaving in
ragged breaths and limbs trembling ever so slightly. The fire had long died
down, the logs now smoldering embers. Soon, the smaller figure fell into a
blissful slumber, breathing evenly, a sated purr resonating softly from his
chest. Goku drew the lithe form of the ouji to him, his eyes closed and heart
troubled. Finally, he too, slid into welcome darkness, a single crystal tear
falling from his eye.
The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And, oh, the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”
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A/N: The song “Something Stupid” was written by C. Carson
Parks, and the version I'm listening to now was recorded by Frank and Nancy
Sinatra.
Oh,
yes. *grins* The red paperback Vegeta was reading? It's a real book. Very good,
very humorous. I have it on my bookshelf. ^_^
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