A song-fic. Cinnamony and lemony and bittersweet. (23/8/2002)
From Goku's POV, his thoughts are bordered by tilde's ~

Something Bittersweet (1/7)



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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