The Bonded
Part Sixteen


Goku used his instant transmission to appear behind his mate, arms moving to hold the smaller man tightly. /Finally time to get down to it,/ Goku thought, pleased, as he pulled the other to him. Vegeta was standing to the side of their bed, still fully clothed. Leaning forward so that his mouth was to the side of Vegeta's ear, Goku whispered the saiya-jin's name in greeting and ground into his firm ass. Goku's erection moved slowly up and down the fabric-covered cleft and Vegeta reached with one hand to the headboard to steady himself, his knees threatening to buckle from the pure eroticism. The taller and currently dominating male continued, one hand sliding down to press against Vegeta's iron stomach, pulling their bodies together and increasing the friction.

"Uh… Kaka… Kakarotto…" Vegeta's second hand went to support himself and his head rolled back against Goku's chest. There was no change in the movements and Goku waited for a sentence to be completed. "Kakarotto … stop, I need to talk to you." Vegeta's eyes opened suddenly and his partner stilled and then released him. Vegeta sat on the edge of the unmade bed. There was a pause while Vegeta recovered and his breathing slowed, and then the sitting saiya-jin spoke again. "This isn't what I desire - not yet. I'm not doing this because I want you." Unspoken was the fact that he did want his mate, but the tent in the black pants was sufficient proof. "You've been resisting our bond, Kakarotto."

Taking a small step back, Goku cocked his head, asking without questions.

"Ever since that woman Bulma tried to kill herself, you have been trying to break our bond. You have headaches constantly, correct?" Goku nodded and Vegeta continued, making his suspicion fact, "They occur when a saiya-jin mind resists an already formed bond. I suffer them as well." Reclining slightly he stared up at his mate, expression resigned. "Why?" he asked, and then waited for the reply.

"Resisting the bond?" repeated Goku unsurely, and then he shrugged. "If you say so. But I haven't done anything. I would have known."

"You haven't been successful and haven't been trying very hard, but you have been resisting. You never come to me. Not to talk and not for sex." Vegeta sighed and continued to list. "When I come to you, you eventually respond … but only then. You haven't taken me in over two weeks - I may be dominant, but that doesn't mean I should always be on top. Sometimes you leave. You don't say anything or give any reasons, you just disappear." The mattress beside Vegeta depressed as Goku sat, shame burning into his down-turned gaze. "It hurts, Kakarotto."

They met each other's eyes, Goku's shining and worried, Vegeta's uncharacteristically wounded. "What do you mean?" was the hushed response.

"The migraines start up every time you leave." A pause, followed by, "I don't like not knowing where you are. I know that you're capable of taking care of yourself, but…" the pause this time was much longer. Finally he stood and turned to face Goku, who looked up at him. "I'm dominant - part of my job is to care for you. And I…" he trailed off, seemingly reluctant to finish.

Goku waited patiently for the sentence to be completed. It was not, and eventually he reached out a hand, laying it on Vegeta's arm. "You love me, don't you?" he asked, although his tone held no question. "Say it, Vegeta."

"Kisama!" Vegeta's feet slid apart and his knees bent into a defensive position, hand in fists at his sides, and his entire body shook. "Of course I love you! Never - I should never need to say it!" Vegeta looked as if he would continue but Goku grabbed his hands tightly and pulled the slight saiya-jin down on to him until they lay, one on top of the other, on the bed. Goku held Vegeta to his chest, whispering soothingly.

"I love you Vegeta … and I know you feel the same way. Sometimes, though, its nice to hear you say it." In the silence that followed Vegeta relaxed slowly, relenting to the caresses of Goku's large, powerful hands. Eventually, the younger warrior added in the same comforting tone, "What Bulma did scares me, 'Geta, but I never meant to resist the bonding. I swear to you, I never did. How can I make things right?"

"Make love to me," answered Vegeta, faced pressed to Goku's chest, "and stop running away."

"Tell me sooner, next time," Goku mentioned, an afterthought, as he rolled over to press Vegeta down on to the bed. They kissed, Goku setting the pace as he requested and was granted entrance to Vegeta's mouth. The second man's tongue moved forward in return and Goku sucked on it lightly before pulling slowly away. Their tongues, dancing sensuously, were exposed to the air for a moment until the distance became too wide for them to continue. Goku rose to his knees and his hands went to Vegeta's waist, finding and slowly pushing up the black shirt hem. Undressing his lover, in Goku's opinion, was uncovering perfection and he took his time. After a point Vegeta raised his arms over his head, allowing the shirt to be pulled off. /He looks so much more frail than usual,/ Goku noted as the first article of clothing hit the ground. /So delicate and so small./ His hands moved down and untied the drawstring to Vegeta's pants and pulled the long tail free. He then pushed the fabric down Vegeta's thighs, past his knees, and off of his bare feet. There was nothing beneath - Vegeta had never seen the point in underclothes. For a moment, Goku only studied his mate - the naked, solid body, obsidian eyes and hair, and the vulnerable expression that Vegeta exposed only to him. Furthering the intimate moment, Goku drew Vegeta into his arms, the second male's short legs wrapping around his waist.

Goku placed kisses on the jawbone, behind one ear, eventually paying his respects to each of Vegeta's features. His hands ran over Vegeta's body, a palm gently stroking the growing erection before he cupped and kneaded the sack below. Vegeta's breathing became labored and he rested his forehead on Goku's shoulder, displaying his neck to the seeking mouth, gripping the larger male's arm and clothed hip. Goku massaged his mate's inner thigh and the muscles trembled, causing Vegeta to gasp raggedly. The touch then slid to Vegeta's tail, fingers running through the coarse brown fur and then parting it, revealing a finer, downy layer, lighter in color. The most insubstantial of touches to the short pale hairs made the Prince shiver and then purr, nuzzling Goku's neck. Goku's fingers carefully traced the delicate bones that made up he tail structure, exploring the sensitivity of the nerves. The rumbling in Vegeta's throat increased as the hand moved down his tail, nearing his skin, and it grew to an openmouthed moan when Goku lightly scratched the longer, denser fur that grew where the appendage met body. The touch grew harder until Goku was digging into the fur and Vegeta was choking back desire-filled cries. The saiya-jin tail was the most private, sensitive part of the race, and Goku's touches were the most intimate signs of affection. The receptive area sent lightning speed messages to Vegeta's brain, driving him closer and closer to his pinnacle. He gasped for air, clutching his mate. The heat in his body expanded and grew, consuming his mind. Just before he could reach release, however, the fingers stilled. Vegeta mewled, hurt and begging. Goku's hand moved down and the seeking digits traced the cleft in saiya-no-ouji's rear. Before Vegeta could calm, his cheeks were pushed apart and Goku's second hand moved between them. Goku had been sucking on his fingers while pleasuring Vegeta and when they plunged deep into the constricted anus Vegeta cried out. The wet, cold touch was a different pleasure, almost equal to the touches to his tail, and he came to it. Goku held him as he shuddered and released himself onto their bodies in throbs.

When the orgasm ended Goku gently set Vegeta on the bed and rose to stand. He stripped off his pants and them moved to the table at the side of the bed. From the only drawer he retrieved a small jar of lubricant. Although they often had sex without a lubricant of any kind, their passion raw and imitate, there were some exceptions. This was one, and Goku wanted it to be painless. Lube in hand he stood on the floor in front of Vegeta, who had risen to his knees on the bed. Goku unscrewed the lid and scooped out a small amount of the cream with two fingers. His clean hand went to the small of Vegeta's back for support, and then he reached between the slightly spread legs. Goku's fingers did not enter, yet, but tenderly massaged the tight ring of muscle until it began to loosen. Only at that point did he force entry, stroking the rectal walls with one finger. Vegeta's eyes slid closed, but his expression was openly needy and he smelled of sweat and want.

When one finger was no longer enough, Goku inserted a second, scissoring them to gradually stretch the entrance. The lubricant heated, and soon three fingers were filling Vegeta's ass, thrusting slightly, and the small Prince was pushing back, silent except for his uneven breaths. Deciding that his lover was ready, Goku withdrew his hand, Vegeta's eyes reopening, and reached again to the cream he had placed to their side on the bed. He quickly but completely slicked his erection and then screwed on the lid and tossed the jar to the floor.

"Stand up, Vegeta," Goku directed, and his mate crawled off the bed to comply and then awaited further instruction. Goku gave it promptly as he cleaned his hands on a tissue, "Turn to the headboard." Vegeta realized the intent but said nothing, only obeying in silence. Moments later Goku came up from behind, brushing his lips across Vegeta's hairline. Knowing that warning was unnecessary Goku simply lifted Vegeta, holding his legs apart and to his chest. Then Goku lowered him, bodies arranged so that Goku's length first nudged at the prepared anus and then moved in. Even as Vegeta tried to relax his partner bit his lip, attempting to keep the pace slow but distracted by the confine that held him tightly. The close hold constricted almost painfully when Goku rubbed against Vegeta's prostate, the saiya-no-ouji seizing once and gasping. When the erection was sheathed completely Goku set his mate down, bending his knees to adjust to Vegeta's height. The second man bent over, holding on to the low headboard, and tilted his hips back.

There was a slight discomfort - Goku was too tall and too large, stretching him and forcing him to raise his heals from the ground - but Vegeta was finally filled. The most minute of motions sent shivers up his spine and made his arousal throb. With satisfaction Vegeta smirked, hidden to the other, at his plan's success. However, rational thought was quickly curtailed as Goku moved his hips, thrusting shallowly and rubbing Vegeta's sensitive prostate gland each time. Goku gripped Vegeta's spasmatically curling and uncurling tail, his grip almost too strong, and pulled it to his chest. In long strokes Goku ran the tail across his skin, bringing bright lights to Vegeta's vision.

The pressure in Vegeta's groin grew steadily, increasing more with each of the smooth drives, and he felt as if his prostate was aflame. He was filled, completed, the sensitive nerves sending shocks of heat and pleasure from his anus and tail to his brain. The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts, deep and low, vibrating in their throats. Soon, Vegeta was bent over further and Goku's slow careful movements had lengthened and became harder, his knees bent more to allow for greater movement. The rewards of his efforts, Vegeta's increasing moans and his own consummation, made the awkward position well worth it.

Although Vegeta was living euphoria, there was just enough stimulus lacking to prevent him from obtaining orgasm. He reached back blindly to grip the hand that was not holding onto his tail, and led it to his erection. Together, their hands wrapped around the hard, dripping length, pumping in syncopation to the thrusts as Goku continued to rub Vegeta's tail against his chest. Knowing that the triple pleasure would drive him over the edge quickly, Vegeta did all he could for his mate. The tail curled slightly, its tip circling one nipple. Goku sighed from behind Vegeta and the nub hardened, standing out from the chest. Just when the dominant male had begun to adjust to the furry caresses, Vegeta tensed his body, timing it to coincide with Goku's penetration. When the erection pulled out he released, and then tightened his anus and rectum again with it pushed back in. Goku's head fell forward, breath heating Vegeta's neck, and the power in his thrusts increased still more.

There was a sudden overload of sensory input, too much to handle. Beginning with Vegeta both saiya-jin quickly lost control. There was a small, bitten back howl and Vegeta came, his seed running down the hands that held his length and marring the plain perfection of the headboard he clutched desperately. The rhythmically pulsing muscles in his ass became an unchanging constriction, narrowing the tunnel still more so that it clutched Goku's erection when he drove in. Into that tight slick heat Goku surrendered, marking Vegeta as his own with pulse after pulse of semen. For the moment vision was white and time paused as the men convulsed, heads thrown back.

Eventually Goku stirred. He was softening slowly inside Vegeta, spent. He longed to curl up with his koi and in a smooth motion bent, pulling out of Vegeta and causing the Prince to shutter a final time, and reached down to pick up the second man. Vegeta burrowed into Goku's secure hold, face peaceful. He was delivered to the bed and then Goku laid down, his arms wrapping around Vegeta's smaller form. In the silence they held each other and Vegeta smiled, just slightly, lighting his normally hard features.



Light seeped into the room, shining faintly through the closed curtains. It bathed the lovers' faces, drawing them from their sleep. They had kept their dominant and submissive roles during the night, Goku clutching Vegeta to him protectively, but as they began to stir the saiya-no-ouji crawled from Goku's arms and moved to his normal position at the head of the bed. Agreeably, Goku shifted over and placed his head on Vegeta's chest.

"That was different," mumbled Goku sleepily, eyes closed. "You've never let me dominate that completely before."

Vegeta ran a hand through his mate's hair, combing the spikes with his fingers. "It worked," he replied simply. "You hadn't been dominant even once after Bulma's suicide attempt. Taking me made you realize what was wrong."

"And you wanted it." Goku smiled, hidden from Vegeta. "You liked having me fill your beautiful ass. You like to be taken. Admit it."

To that there was no reply and Goku chuckled, swiping his tongue along Vegeta's chest. The shorter man tugged at a handful of hair reprovingly, and a silence overtook the room. A block of time passed and eventually Goku raised his head, pushing up on his hands to look at his mate. "Vegeta?" he asked with a sudden seriousness. "How long do saiya-jin live?"

"I don't know - none have ever been able to live out their natural lifespan." A pause. "Why?"

"I was just thinking that -" he yawned and then resumed, "that we aren't getting old very fast, and if we die in battle the Dragon Balls can bring us back to life." He met Vegeta's eyes earnestly. "We can be together for a long, long time."

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