A Song-fic. Lemony...uhh, I think you can guess from the title *smirks* (17/10/2002)

Not from anyone’s particular POV. Personal thoughts are bordered by ~, shared thoughts by ::

 

 

Something Sizzling (6/7)

 

 

There’s something in the moon that brings it out

Brightens the shadows, covers the stray doubts

A single touch and I melt inside

Whisper my name and there’s nowhere my heart can hide

Just hold me in your arms forever

Never let go

 

 

Vegeta stared at Kakarrot, almost as if he was seeing the brawny Saiyan for the first time. His mate. His chosen. Vegeta could scarcely believe it. His dark eyes glittered with a thousand emotions as he recalled their tumultuous history; gazing deeply into pools of liquid midnight as he remembered the very first time he had seen the Earth-raised Saiyan. He had hated the one he had considered to be a traitor then, and then loathed the one who he believed to have stolen the glory that was rightfully his. He had been obsessed with the other and he had ignored the other. He had tried to kill him and he had saved him. So much had happened since then, so much had changed. But it was all water under the bridge now…

 

What mattered was now.

 

His hand came up to brush softly against the plane of strong cheekbones, before sliding into tousled sable spikes, now highlighted with both indigo and auburn. That subtle observation hit him again, driving home the fact that they were now …bonded. With deceptively fragile infinite silken strands that wove through the very core of their souls and eternally linked a Saiyan mated pair.

 

Vegeta rolled that fact over in his mind, marveling at the stark simplicity, yet complexity of that single action. In just a short time, just like that, he had forever linked himself with another. In his long, harsh life, the proud Saiyan no Ouji had learnt to stand alone; he had never imagined that he would shackle himself down like this. He felt …

 

Mentally dazed and numbed by the sheer enormity of his decision, of his action. Everything appeared like a hazy dream and gossamer cobwebs clouded his mind. He tried to recall exactly why he had done what he did, but that fleeting thought seemed to have been stolen away by the dark night wind.

 

Yet physically, he felt extremely alive and aware, his keen senses reeling and almost overwhelming him. The celestial orb that hung heavily above drenched everything in an ethereal silvery light, casting the handsome features of his mate in sharp relief. The frosty night air carried the younger’s fragrant spice-musk scent, so familiarly Saiyan and so uniquely Kakarrot, clearly to him, wrapping around him and drawing him closer like a potent drug. His skin and nerves tingled; he felt …alive.

 

A myriad of emotions ricocheted confusingly within him and threatened to rent his carefully cultivated control asunder, yet somehow, deep down inside, he knew he had chosen the right path. His soul sang out to the one in front of him. 

 

“What have you done to me, Kakarrot?” His voice came out a husky whisper, almost afraid. Licking his lips a little nervously, he could almost taste the lingering spice and honey of his chosen.

 

“Do you regret, Vegeta?”

 

The ouji shook his head, his obsidian eyes impossibly bright.

 

 

Can you see I’m falling deeper and deeper

More and more in love with you

I’m falling deeper and deeper

Way down in my soul

Your love’s got a hold on me

 

 

Goku blinked his eyes rapidly, his lips curving up in a soft smile. He felt incredibly drained by the emotional wrenching events of the day, yet his heart had never felt lighter. Dark lashes closed over abruptly hot, stinging eyes as he tilted his head against the ouji’s warm palm, flushing lightly as a loud purr suddenly burst forth from his deep chest.

 

When Vegeta had coldly disregarded his tentative outreach of love and cruelly shattered his stirring hopes, his very world had crumbled around him. Phasing back into his bedroom in his own cottage, the old, familiar surroundings did nothing to comfort him; instead they only served as a reminder of where he could have been. He did not remember how long he had lain curled up on his bed; he had tried to convince himself that the separation was all for the best, that he didn’t need the unfeeling ouji, but he had thrown himself in too far, too deep…

 

When Vegeta had turned up on his doorstep, he had known right away. The presence of that familiar ki almost broke him again, and as he fidgeted behind the stout front door, despair and faint hope had warred briefly within him before he ruthlessly squashed both. However, he knew he was lost the second he laid his eyes on the lithe prince again; he knew he would run back into the older Saiyan’s arms shamelessly if the other only hinted. Simultaneously angry and upset and hurt, yet wishing, hoping

 

When Vegeta had turned away, his face downcast in proud defeat, he could not neither hold on to his anger nor indifferent pretense anymore. He hadn’t been sure what he was going to say or even do in the next moment, he only knew that he could not let Vegeta just walk away. He could not let the chance, however slim, slip from his fingers, despite the emotional risk. But the chance for …what?

 

It had been awkward as they stumbled through what they were trying to say, trying hard not to say the wrong thing, when suddenly, royal hands pulled him down for a soft kiss that melted him.

 

And then…

 

Vegeta had shown him, given him what he had only dreamed about and more. Though unfamiliar with Saiyan customs, the significance of the prince’s actions did not escape him. He suddenly recalled a husky whisper. “Forever.” And suddenly, he knew.

 

Even now, he could feel Vegeta’s faint presence lingering in his mind, like a spicy and exotic fragrance, and he could feel echoes of what Vegeta felt about him…

           

And Goku realized then that Vegeta did have feelings for him. They were fierce, intense, different, but the bond they now shared, even suppressed, resonated comfortingly with the veracity of the ouji’s emotions. He had been expecting, hoping for an orderly rose garden, but Vegeta had given him an untamed, lush jungle. Feral and wild and dangerous, the beauty was sometimes hidden beneath tangled, dense foliage and behind prickly, sharp thorns, but it was there nonetheless, and it was magnificent.

 

Goku leaned forward, his eyes opening and shining with a luminosity to rival the celestial bodies above, his hands sliding around to wrap around the lithe but powerful frame as he pressed his lips softly to the prince’s. A multitude of jumbled thoughts and deep emotions strummed through him, half-formed questions and heart-felt declarations, but all that faltered at the overwhelming need and desire that now surged through him.

 

His kiss was returned feverishly as satin lips parted readily. Eyelids slid close as sweet tastes were exchanged and savored. Leisurely, they explored each other, hot tongues stroking and tangling and searing, slick lips smooth and warm. Fingers fumbled with stubborn buttons and zippers, until with muffled growls, the offending pieces of fabric were torn away, the scraps of denim and leather flung carelessly to the wind.

 

Vegeta shuddered with a low groan as lips broke away to trail butter-soft kisses down his jaw line, tilting his head unconsciously to the side to allow greater access as sharp teeth raked delicately along the sensitive skin of his neck, gasping in breathless shock as the nips became a little too enthusiastic.

 

Goku chuckled as he felt the sinewy body jerk and arch against his, the hard evidence of the prince’s arousal pressing against his thigh. “Like that, koi?” Without waiting for a reply, he bent his head again to work along the curve of slim shoulders, gnawing sensually along the firm muscles, lapping at the lightly sweat-spiced skin and swirling in the enticing dips and hollows of fine collarbones.

 

Vegeta squirmed and writhed, his breath coming out in harsh, rapid pants as the younger Saiyan drifted lower, his talented tongue now tracing a lazy pattern over his chest and further down. The cold night air that whistled around them was a sharp contrast to the warm palms that caressed his sides lovingly and the searing tongue that blazed a hot, wet path randomly down his quivering abdomen, a trail that quickly became icy.

 

Goku smirked at the soft whimpers he was wringing from the royal as he ran his nose and lips teasingly along the sculpted front, his tongue sweeping along the planes and dips of chiseled stomach muscles, taut and trembling slightly from the tactile onslaught. Shaky hands kneaded his shoulders, and then jerked up to rake erratically through his hair before coming to a rest at the nape of his neck again.

 

Flicking his tongue around the weeping tip and licking lightly at the creamy drops, he was rewarded with a soft cry and barely perceptible shudder through the lithe frame. His throat vibrating with a deep purr, his tail wagging behind him, he grinned and then swallowed the thick length whole.

 

Vegeta arched back with a sharp cry as wet heat closed over his straining flesh, and were not for the large hands that gripped his hips firmly, he would have fallen out of the sky as his ki faltered momentarily. The ironical humor did not escape him but that thought was quickly lost as Goku stared bobbing his head. His hands fisted and dug weakly into tousled midnight spikes as fiery ribbons of carnal pleasure laced through his body, his tail bristling and toes curling.

 

Kami-sama! He felt like he had caught afire despite the chilly night air, with flames that danced merrily in his groin and licked all the way to the extreme ends of his limbs, as that talented tongue stroked and licked and did other splendid things to him. When the glorious mouth moved away, he barely restrained his wail of frustrated disappointment. “..nan..?”

 

As much as Goku enjoyed the erotic, breathless cries his mate was making, he had other plans. Sinuously, he slid up the lithe frame, running his own arousal suggestively up along Vegeta’s leg, as his hands trailed around slim hips, hips that bucked and ground insistently against his with a warning, carnal snarl.

 

“Kakar..mmph” Smirking, he silenced the impatient prince with a hard kiss, his hands sliding down to caress and grope firm buttocks, spreading and preparing those tantalizing mounds. He purred loudly in lusty delight; he could never get enough of that fine ass…

 

Vegeta felt himself lifted and held within a warm circle as strong arms wrapped around him, and he snapped his legs around the burly Saiyan’s waist in response. Breaking the kiss abruptly as he was filled roughly, he threw his head back with a yowl.

 

It burned but fucking-kami-sama! His eyes were clenched tightly shut as he shuddered at the pain, the pleasure, the rawness of it all, and he was torn between holding still or moving. Large hands gripped his hips firmly and made that decision for him anyway.

 

Goku hissed as he bounced the smaller Saiyan hard; the ring of muscle was so tight and hot, it hurt, but that flash of pain quickly receded as he settled into a pounding rhythm. The tension and friction of hot, slick flesh against flesh felt so wonderfully good…

 

Nails traced fire over his glistening back, burning further as sweat mixed in with the bloody scratches, but he relished the sharp sting, which seemed to heighten the feral, primal sensations that washed through him. A furry whip, bristling and heavy, lashed wildly against his hips and buttocks. His own tail roamed and stroked and smoothed over the ouji’ back, almost in apology to the harsh treatment and brutal ride.

 

Vegeta clutched and raked at Goku’s back desperately as he writhed and bucked and sobbed under the sensory assault, his head buried against the broad expanse of firm shoulder as fiery pleasure lanced through his frame. Every hard thrust hit something deep, something achingly sweet within him and turned his spine to molten lava.

 

The sensual musk of raw sex, sweat and the unique, familiar masculine scent of Kakarrot coursed through him, overwhelming his reeling senses. His legs locked, he could only cling to the one he had trusted himself to, the one he had claimed as mate, as his control slipped away and finally … shattered.

 

Goku could feel that familiar coil of tension within him tightening, each stroke bringing him temptingly closer to the edge. The dulcet moans and whimpering curses from the supple body that twisted and undulated in his arms were driving him mad, driving him beyond his limits…

 

Steel legs clamped painfully around his waist, flexing and urging him on. His blood burned in sweet ecstasy and when he finally threw back his head with a strangled howl as he emptied himself in his mate, he swore he literally saw the stars above even though his eyes were tightly screwed shut.

 

 

Wishes were made on a falling star

You gave your hand

I held it to my heart

A single tear falling from my eye

There’s no use pretending

No need to keep it inside

Oh hold me in your arms forever

Never let go

 

 

Vegeta almost passed out as he lay panting in the brawny Saiyan’s firm embrace. In the back of his mind, he was glad that somebody was holding him because he knew he couldn’t focus his ki sufficiently to even light a candle, much less keep himself aloft at that moment. More intellectual coherent thought escaped him however; all he could do was purr in sated contentment.

 

A deep chuckle escaped the taller Saiyan as he looked down at the delightfully flushed face of his mate where the prince rested a cheek on his shoulder. Vegeta frowned, his brows drawn together even though his eyes were still closed. “Nani?” Unfortunately for the prince, he looked more pouty than fierce and his voice was just a little hoarse. The entirely too kawaii scene threw Goku into convulsing laughs.

 

Annoyed, Vegeta snapped his eyes open and wriggled out of the shaking warrior’s arms. Crossing his own arms as he floated in mid-air, he glared at the snickering male, who was bent double. “Ah, gomen ne, Vegeta… It’s just you looked so kawaii and all tuckered out…” 

 

“…tuckered… out…?” Goku wiped the tears from his eyes, totally missing the dangerous note in the ouji’s tone. He did not miss the hands that fisted roughly in his hair and tugged his head up, nor the lips that seized his in a bruising kiss.

 

Vegeta growled dangerously as he dove his tongue deeply, slicing the kiss-swollen lower lip with a sharp canine and suckling on the rich blood, the sweet and salty metallic tang filling their mouths and noses. His arms slid around the younger warrior’s hips, one hand moving down to ruffle the fur at the base of Goku’s tail, the other caressing light circles over muscled flanks.

 

Goku groaned against the demanding kiss as the base of his tail was petted and his hips jerked involuntarily, needing more of that splendid touch. “V..vegeta…” The younger breathed pleadingly against the other’s mouth. A dark, lascivious chuckle rumbled through him and he moaned again as those fingers played the fur on his tail, just enough to taunt but not enough… His senses, his nerves, his very skin was still highly sensitized from their previous exertions and just the slightest touch sent a shiver down his spine and lower limbs.

 

Vegeta smirked as he heard, no; felt that imploring moan. ~ Oh yes, Kakarrot… I’ll show you tuckered out…~ He purred wickedly, loving the little mews the burly warrior was making. Taking a little pity on the other, he abruptly sailed his fingers down the length of the puffed tail, alternating his hands, raking against the lay and then smoothing down the ruffled fur. The younger immediately sank limply against him, literally putty in his hands as he writhed and thrashed sensually against him.

 

:: Kakarrot…::

 

Goku barely registered the hinted warning in the whiskey voice that resonated through his lust-drugged mind scant seconds before the prince suddenly burst into golden flame. Raw, unadulterated power washed like molten lava over him and he snapped open wide eyes to look up into bemused teal ones, his senses overwhelmed momentarily. Even though he was the first legendary, he had never been so close to another while unprotected, and he flinched slightly at the immense heat and pure energy that crackled around him.

 

“Power up, Kakarrot…” There was even a suggestive undercurrent of power in the deep baritone; ascension does have interesting side effects other than an obvious increase in strength and speed during battle. “We’ve had sex in this form before but we could never just let go; we would probably destroy the house, but up here…”

 

“H.hai…” Goku blinked dazedly and struggled to focus his ki. Already, the heavy clouds were moving around them, as the sheer power rippled outwards from the glowing pair. The heat that engulfed them was glorious, the raw energy enveloping them an aphrodisiac to their heightened senses and overly stimulated nerves. Both paused, breathing heavily as they gazed with passion-heavy eyes at each other, simply soaking in the magnificent, intoxicating narcotic power that surged and ebbed around them.

 

 

When I look in your eyes

I feel a joy I never knew

I found a piece of paradise

My heart can call its own

 

 

Teal eyes darkened with lust as they gazed at each other in rapt fascination; they had rarely done it while in their ascended form and each always found the sight of their transformed mate to be highly erotic. Golden hair flared up in wilder spikes that ruffled as their ki pulsed and muscles were now bigger, harder; flexing and shifting in barely repressed tension under skin that glistened faintly with sweat, involuntarily ready for action.

 

Vegeta glanced down with a quick grin; apparently, muscles weren’t the only parts of their body to expand when they transformed. These weren’t the kind of details one noted while in a spar or life-and-death battle though. His lips curled into a dark, feral smirk as he released the trembling tail to grip the younger male’s thighs and seat his lover over his throbbing arousal. Burly legs immediately coiled around his waist in a vice grip, corded arms draping around the prince’s shoulders.

 

Lips met again for another wet kiss before Vegeta pushed the younger Saiyan down in a swift movement. Goku gave a sharp groaning cry at the savage intrusion as he broke from the kiss and his body tightened up in response. Taking deep ragged breaths, he buried his face in the prince’s shoulder, inhaling the comforting, ambrosial musk of his mate as he trembled slightly.

 

Vegeta gave a low growling groan as silken heat clenched further around him and a shudder ran down his spine. Kami, it felt so wonderful and just so tempting to take the other hard, fuck him senseless. A devilish chuckle escaped him. ~ And why not? ~ His hands moved up to grip strong hips securely.

 

“Hold tight, Kakarrot…”

 

And that was all Goku could do, as the prince pounded mercilessly into him. Vegeta’s power rapidly rose and flared tumultuously as he broke through to the next level, his ki now visibly crackling in jagged golden streaks around them.

 

Vegeta’s eyes were wide open, but unfocused; his mouth opened in a silent shriek. Indistinct images of his screaming mate and incandescent lightning and stars vied for attention in his amber-shrouded vision, but his concentration was turned inwards.

 

Glorious heat engulfed him, wrapping around him in a sultry, fiery caress, but it was nothing compared to the scorching flesh of his handsome lover that enveloped his aching erection. It seemed as if he could not get enough of that divine pleasure, of Kakarrot, of the phenomenal sensations that inflamed and consumed him. He needed more…

 

:: More… ::

 

His hips rocked up eagerly into that tight, inviting, heavenly heat even as he slammed the younger male down hard, each thrust lancing rippling waves of pure pleasure through his body. The pace wasn’t that fast, but it was hard and it was savage. A heavy, golden tail curled around his neck, rippling and undulating and releasing waves of spicy musk, characteristically masculine and Saiyan, sending his senses reeling.

 

Sweat ran in rivulets down his bronzed skin as he released his iron control on his inner dam of power, allowing the careful barriers he locked in around the deeper wells of power that marked the quantum leap to each level of the legendary Saiyan to collapse, allowing his ki to build and escalate into a swirling maelstrom.

 

Instead of being focused for an outward attack as in battle though, that phenomenal power was channeled around and inwards, circulating through sculpted bodies like a massive current of electricity. An inferno burned within them, molten lava raced through veins, sizzling and igniting raw nerves. Adamantine muscles flexed and bunched and strained to contain the enormous amount of energy generated.

 

Goku arched back in exquisite torment, a scream rattling in his throat as the ouji’s ki surged through him. His own reserves were fluctuating wildly and he could barely retain enough focus to shield himself. Slender hips rolled in a slow, steady pace, almost leisurely even, but each brutal thrust sent a jolt of electrifying power spiking through his body. Unprecedented pleasure rippled through his body, building and swelling. His hands gripped budging shoulder muscles painfully and his heels were dug into Vegeta’s lower back, his powerful legs flexing and urging the prince on wantonly.

 

:: Fuck, YES! ::

 

He tossed his head wildly, droplets of sweat flying and instantaneously vaporizing in the intense aura that enveloped them. Oh Kaaaami! He would definitely be sore later from the pummeling but right now, he didn’t fucking care. It felt primal and carnal, heavenly and sublime, and so damn divine

 

The clouds roiled and encircled them in a reeling vortex, darkening and thundering, little jagged cracks of lightning appearing, but the golden Saiyans paid no heed to the thunderstorm that built around them as they rode out their own tempest. Silken gilt tresses exploded around them, whipping wildly in the air as hurricane winds buffeted them mercilessly. There was no eye, no calm sanctuary in the whirlwind that raged around them as power continued to ripple outwards in devastating waves, their pulsating golden aura an incandescent spot within the inky dark clouds that now engulfed the night sky.

 

They created the cyclone that swirled and mounted around them; they were the storm.

 

The ionized air around them, glowing a faint eerie blue, settled on their prickling skin like a heavy clock. Literal sparks arced between the two Saiyans as the air grew pungent with ozone. The air pressure plummeted. Thunder rolled boomingly around them, rapidly increasingly in intensity and frequency until with a final, deafening crack, the skies split wide open.

 

Large, icy drops pelted their slick skin, steaming slightly at the continuous outpouring of raw energy that rolled off them, but they were oblivious to anything but the glorious pleasure, the delicious pressure that consumed them. Their mental link now wide open, they were blind to everything but each other, deaf to everything but the screams and cries of their mate, incoherent to anything but simply moving and reacting to the intense sensations that ripped through them.

 

Sinewy muscles strained and shifted under glistening skin, the pounding rhythm accelerating as the delicious tension within them intensified rapidly, climbing and rising to that ultimate pinnacle until they tumbled over the abyss. Their vision fractured into a dazzling kaleidoscope of swirling colors as they climaxed violently together with ear-splitting howls that tore from the depths of their throats.

 

:: … !!! ::

 

And in the inky dark night sky, occasionally lit by little jagged flashes of blue-white lightning, an aureate pulsating twinned-star went super nova. The raw phenomenal power of the mythical Saiyan exploded in a devastating tsunami, the catastrophic waves sending sonic shockwaves through the air and rippling through the earth below in violent earthquakes. 

 

Their minds still linked, they rode the whirlwind of euphoria together, soaring higher as their physical bodies convulsed together in excruciating ecstasy. The overwhelming moment of rapture seem to stretch to infinity as they crested, but though they tried to linger, they were slowly pulled back into reality.

 

Golden hair shrank back and bled into black again, the fiery amber aura diminishing as two trembling bodies stilled, and then slowly, fell from the sky.

 

 

Can you see I’m falling deeper and deeper

More and more in love with you

I’m falling deeper and deeper

Way down in my soul

Your love’s got a hold on me

 

 

A/N: The song “Deeper and Deeper” was sung by Pauline Wilson, and I couldn’t find any other credits to this song, gomen…

 

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