author: FireCracker       KLee624820@a...

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Pairing Goku/Yamcha

A/U -Yamcha finds love can be deadly. Sequel to CANDY HEARTS.

Midnight Madness

(Continued)

Goku eventually stirred against him. Black eyes opened sleepily.

"Hmm. Yamcha?"

"Yeah. Doing better today?"

Lips like hot silk brushed the warrior's eyelids. "Maybe. That 

depends."

Yamcha cuddled. "Oh? On what?"

Goku sat up abruptly and tore Yamcha's robe open.  Muscled thighs 

straddled his lover as strong hands held him in place, effectively 

pinning him down.

Yamcha grunted as the heavy erection pressed against his groin. The 

saiyan's scent was grating his nerves now.

"Shit...you need to bottle that stuff...for an aphrodesiac, Goku!"

A fierce purr burst from the saiyan's chest. "I won't take no this 

time" coal black eyes glazed with open lust.

Yamcha panted, glancing at the waving tail. "We still...need to talk."

Goku licked his lips, seeing Yamcha's growing hardness under his 

own. "Who gives a damn about talking?"

Yamcha heaved, his excitement making him smile. "You know...sometimes 

it's good to go slow, Goku..."

The raven hair shaded wild eyes. "Grwwrrrrll. I never go slow" he 

plunged down on Yamcha's lower lip, biting it hard. Yamcha yelped in 

surprise, his body bucking underneath the saiyan powerhouse.

It was going to be a long morning...

****

Yamcha had no idea how the bedroom got so wrecked. He lay dazed on 

the carpet as Goku lapped puddles of cream from his belly.

"Insatiable..." he murmured.

Eyes of dark fire looked up at him, the haphazard mop a sexy 

tangle. "Hn?"

Yamcha laughed weakly. "This place is a mess."

Goku edged up on an elbow and looked around the room. Afternoon 

sunlight burst in strongly now, casting harsh shadows against the 

wall.

Lazy yawn. "It's not too bad."

Yamcha struggled out from underneath him. "Are you kidding? Someone 

would swear a bomb went off in here!"

It was true. The top mattress was turned over on the floor. Bedsheets 

and blankets were tossed over furniture everywhere. 

Yamcha blinked in stupefication. _And how the hell did the bedframe 

get so far from the wall?_

A fuzzy tail teased his nose, distracting the idle thought. Yamcha 

sniffed. That damned cinnamon again...

"Who cares? We can always straighten up later" sharp teeth nipped 

Yamcha's neck.

A gasp. "Let me up, dammit. It's nearly two in the afternoon, and 

I've got to eat something."

"Of course, love" Goku purred softly, smiling in seduction. "How 

inconsiderate of me" he rolled on his back, pulling Yamcha on top.

The ruffled z warrior heaved in surprise. "Wait, what-"

Strong hands tangled in thick hair, pushing his head down. A silky 

tail wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place.

Yamcha flushed at the thick shaft bouncing beside his jaw. "You 

hopeless hentai!! This isn't the kind of 'eating' I meant!!"

Coal eyes burned on him. "It isn't?"

"No. Now for Kami's sake, let me up. We have to get out of this 

bedroom sometime!"

Sharp teeth flashed at him. "One last time, please? Then we can get 

up."

Yamcha pressed against saiyan strength, to no avail. "Like I have a 

choice" he smirked.

****

That 'one last time' became 'three last times.' Yamcha had hoped 

sucking off his lover would quell some of the saiyan's excess energy. 

If anything, it fueled the sexual mania even further.

Even more surprising to him was the response of his own body. He'd 

never been so turned on in his life. Everything was swollen and 

hypersensitive. Bulma never affected him like this, and sex with her 

was good. But this...was extraordinary.

Bronzed bodies clashed in fury, one being stronger. Yamcha moaned in 

pleasure as Goku hammered him into submission.

It felt so good. He would have begged for the moment to last forever, 

but knew it couldn't.

'Kakarot...ghods...wonderful..." Yamcha gasped in ecstacy, heat and 

sensation bursting through his skin. A tail stroked his body slowly, 

curling a trail of warmth over tender spaces before tightening around 

his thigh. The sensual tickle nearly sent Yamcha over the edge.

Goku's frenzied pumping picked up intensity, as the hot saiyan 

pressed his lover further forward. Yamcha cried out in delight and 

pain, his face ground into the carpet as fire washed across his 

groin. Hands desperately gripped the plush rug with each thrust.

Rippling muscle strained for completion as Goku's breathing became 

more rapid, breaking into heated rasps. A roar and cry as he jerked 

one last time, fingers digging into pliant flesh hard. Liquid fire 

wrenched from his loins as he burst into the sweet heat below him.

"Hahh....ahhh....uhhh....haiiiii!!!" hips yanked in concert as 

orgasms washed over the lovers in waves.

The motion triggered Yamcha's explosion.  A strangled scream ripped 

from his throat as he ground into the carpet, his own sticky flood 

seeping everywhere.

_Gonna die happy..._ Yamcha's eyes rolled back before the world went 

dark.

****

He hurt horribly. Yamcha grunted, feeling genuine pain and soreness 

from hours of folly.

Purring rumbled in his ears. Yamcha grimaced at the warm weight on 

his back. Goku covered him like a blanket, his tail squeezing a 

thigh. Sharp canines nipped along his neck and ear. 

He'd had enough. Yamcha swung an elbow out, connecting with Goku's 

ribcage. The saiyan rolled off with a grunt.

"Get off, you humping monkey!!"

Normally Yamcha never would have done something like this, but his 

lover was neither normal nor human. Goku merely lay on his side, 

purring contentedly.

Yamcha struggled to sit up, looking him over. Apparently his manic 

saiyan was finally sated.

"Had enough finally?!" the tousled warrior challenged, eyes flashing.

Goku smiled warmly. "Hai. You look so lovely like that."

Yamcha stared. "Like what, you lunatic!'

Another purr. "All scruffy. It makes you look tasty enough to eat" 

the saiyan reached for him.

Yamcha held out a palm. "Touch me again and I'll blast you!"

More rumbling, and a sleepy expression as the thick tail swept across 

bronzed thighs.

"Stop that. And knock off that noise!"

Goku stopped purring. "Sorry."

Yamcha rubbed his sore neck. "Kami, I must be dead. I'm bitten, 

bruised, and beat up...I should call the cops!'

Goku yawned. "You'll feel better once we get something to eat."

Yamcha winced, holding his backside. "I'll feel better after a hot 

bath. Aren't you even sore?!"

His saiyan angled up slowly. "Hai, somewhat. But I'll manage."

Yamcha staggered to his feet. "Time for that bath..." he turned to go 

down the hallway.

Goku followed him, tail swishing high. "I know, love..."

The z warrior gasped as he paused at the door. Somehow he found the 

strength to push Goku away.

"ALONE!"

****

Goku decided to make himself useful. After showering in the second 

bathroom, he slipped on a robe and went into the kitchen.

A small smile lit his swarthy features. _I'll make Yamcha a meal for 

a king._

****

Yamcha felt considerably better after his hot bath. He was weary, 

almost deliciously so. Muscles still protested motion, but at least 

he could move. A delightful aroma teased his nose.

The dark eyes closed briefly. _What's cooking in the kitchen?_

Walking carefully, he went to investigate.

****

Yamcha wasn't disappointed. His eyes widened in surprise at the red 

linen table set. There were round goblets filled with mango juice, 

and a steaming service for two with coffee. Homemade biscuits filled 

a basket next to plates of spiced shrimp, rice, mixed vegtables, and 

steak. A bowl of fresh strawberries laced with sugar and cream made a 

central display.

"Goku!"

The dark saiyan turned and smiled. Yamcha liked what he saw. Thick 

shocks of raven hair ragged everywhere, shading the fine features. A 

purple robe hugged muscular curves Yamcha knew all too well.

"Wow. You fixed all this?"

Goku grabbed his lover. Yamcha was bronzed and gorgeous, his dark 

features a perfect contrast to his complexion. The saiyan pecked his 

cheek.

"Sit down. Let me do all the work, okay?"

"Hmm" Yamcha grinned and plopped down at the table. He sniffed. "Man, 

I am _starved._ And this all looks fantastic!"

Black eyes sparked with affection. "I'm glad you like it" Goku joined 

him.

****

They ate with gusto. The food was so delicious, Yamcha decided to 

finish before they began their talk. Eventually dishes were cleared 

away.

Yamcha patted his stomach. "Unbelievable. And here I thought only Chi 

Chi could cook!"

Goku put some more fresh coffee out with whipped cream this 

time. "Surprised, huh? I'm a quick learner."

Yamcha motioned for him to sit as he nibbled on a mint stick. "Let's 

talk."

The saiyan's easy smile dropped. "Okay."

****

Burning eyes lowered on Yamcha. "Did I mention you look so kawaii in 

that white terry cloth robe? I want to taste you all over-"

Yamcha gave a half smile. "Don't change the subject. I might have you 

spayed at this rate!"

The saiyan grunted in offense. "I wasn't going to do anything-"

"Not if I don't turn my back!"

"You misunderstood-"

"Like last night?" Yamcha used the opening to start.

"What do you mean?"

Yamcha tapped his fingers on the table. "I have some concerns, Goku."

"About me" it wasn't a question.

"That and other things."

The saiyan frowned, stirring his coffee. "What other things, Yamcha! 

Get to the point."

"I won't lie to you. That oozaru thing terrifies me. How do I know 

that someday it won't cost me my life?"

Goku pinched his face in pain. "What would you have me say? I'm a 

saiyan. I could wish it weren't a part of me, but what would be the 

point? I have no choice but to accept it."

Yamcha sighed. "I know all that...and I know under normal 

circumstances this wouldn't be an issue..."

"You forget I killed my grandfather not knowing. Krillen knew the 

truth, but everyone lied to protect me since I was so young. When I 

found out the guilt nearly destroyed me."

Yamcha took his hand. "And now? Are you reconciled with it?"

"Somewhat. Having knowledge of my true heritage helped, as did some 

sessions talking with King Kai."

"Did it help?"

"Tremendously. He gave me perspective, and said that 

grandpa...understood and forgave me."

A shadow fell across the saiyan's face. Yamcha gripped Goku's hand 

harder.

"Hey...sorry. I didn't want to dreg up memories like that, it's just-"

A sigh. "No, your concern is legitimate. I can only say that you've 

got to trust me, Yamcha. Trust me, and have faith in us."

Yamcha kissed his palm. "Okay...but if it happens again you'll excuse 

me if I freak."

Goku looked about absently. "I've had an idea for awhile now, and 

especially since this situation has presented itself..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Maybe I should have Vegeta train me in oozaru form."

Yamcha folded his arms, snorting. "Yeah, I'm sure that will help!"

Goku noted the change in his demeanor. "What's your problem with 

that?"

"Based on what I've seen, he'd only make it worse. For someone who 

supposedly controls that form he didn't seem all that different from 

you."

Goku considered his words. "Maybe...but his judgement is unimpaired. 

What he did he _wanted_ to do."

"That's what has me worried!" Yamcha blurted in frustration. "Why 

would he want to kill anyone if he can control it-"

"It's a tight balancing act, Yamcha. That form shouldn't be 

maintained for any length of time, or control becomes a moot point."

"Then why train?!"

"You misunderstand me. Vegeta can control his body and mind, but 

_not_ his saiyan instincts. So while he may regret his actions later, 

he has no qualms while in Oozaru form.  And it's worse for me. Would 

you rather see me go on mindless rampages?!"

"No...but I still don't like the idea of Vegeta being involved."

Dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's really bothering you?"

A pause. "I saw the way Vegeta looked at you last night-"

"Looked at me! What the hell are you talking about now?"

When you first changed back. There was so much heat I could strike a 

damned match!"

Goku flushed. "I'm getting a little tired of this-"

"I've been around, Goku. Give me a break. Vegeta would've jumped you 

if we weren't there...or maybe _you_ would've jumped _him!"_

"Bullshit."

"You should've seen your faces...the two of you almost looked _high._"

The saiyan snarled. "You've been thinking about this all night? 

Masaka!"

"Not exactly, but it's bothered me since we got close. Or maybe not 

so close."

Canines flashed in a display. "I'm going to say this one last 

time...I was with you last night, not Vegeta. I didn't call out his 

name, I haven't begged him to be with me. Is your skull always this 

thick?!"

Yamcha rubbed his hair furiously. "Huh. Maybe I just need sleep. But 

there's something between you two, Goku, whether you admit it or not."

Goku sipped his coffee. "That's your opinion."

'No. You're blushing, and all I did was mention his name!"

The saiyan eyed him dangerously. "Maybe I should drag you back to bed-

"

Yamcha smiled wearily. "You'd have a comatose lover. I wouldn't last 

two minutes as tired as I am."

Goku propped his head in his hands. "I wish I could convince you. 

Maybe you don't trust me, is that it?"

"It isn't about trust...not exactly."

"Now what!"

"Is there anything else 'saiyan' I should know? I don't want any 

surprises..."

Goku fell silent. He looked away uncomfortably.

Something was up, and Yamcha didn't like it. "Goku!"

A slow smile. "Well...it concerns sex..."

Yamcha pushed away from the table. "You've had enough for three 

people!!"

Goku laughed, his expression open. "Come on, Yamcha! That wasn't what 

I meant-"

The z warrior eyed him warily. "Don't even try for it. Now what's 

this about sex?"

"We...ah...saiyans have a cycle..."

"What's that mean?"

Goku blushed a little. "Well, call it the 'itch', you know? Where we 

have to mate, and-"

Yamcha paled. "Are you saying you go into heat?"

Big grin.

"WHEN!!" Yamcha wanted to know.

"Ah...next month?"

"HOW OFTEN!!"

"Uh...five times a year."

Yamcha winced. "And for how long?!"

A fuzzy tail coiled his calf under the table as the saiyan purred.

"Shimatta..." Yamcha swore, looking down. Goku smiled even wider.

"A week."

"A week?" Yamcha squeaked. "You have my permission to stay away!"

"I'll manage if you can't handle it."

Yamcha pulled the tail from his leg and looked it over. "And just how 

will you 'handle it?'"

The tail promptly coiled his wrist. Yamcha pulled it loose again.

"Will you cut it out-"

The mischevious fuzzy whip curled around his neck. Yamcha laughed, 

yanking it free for the third time.

"Keep playing, huh?" he ruffled the tip gently.

A loud purr was his response as the furry appendage fluffed out like 

cotton. Yamcha realized his mistake, releasing it quickly.

"I want no doubts about my attentions, Yamcha" Goku growled.

"You want ice dumped on you? Stay where you are!"

A pause. "There's no affair with Vegeta."

"Where'd that come from?"

Goku lashed his tail about. "Stop buying trouble? Why would I want 

Vegeta when I have a luscious bandit? Your eyes are beautful, and 

your skin is so soft-"

Yamcha flushed. "Flattery still won't get you any.  I told you I'm 

worn out."

The saiyan licked his lips. "Hell, it was worth a shot. Can I just 

hold you, then?"

Yamcha sucked on a strawberry seductively. "We'll see."

****

Yamcha insisted on straightening up the bedroom. His saiyan lover 

didn't see the point.

"You're ridiculous, Goku. What would Chi Chi think if the place was 

like this when she arrived?"

"It won't be. We have another two days, so why straighten it up now?"

Yamcha made a face. "Well at any rate, we need new sheets in here. 

Where's the linen closet?"

Goku pointed down the hall. "Why, is something bothering you?"

"Yeah, this place reeks. I'm opening a window" he moved to do so.

Goku yawned and sat on a chair. "Suit yourself."

A gust of air blew through the bedroom. "Now for these sheets-"

"I still don't see what the big deal is..."

_Freaking monkey!_ "Goku, are all saiyans so...driven by 

their...ah...'senses?'"

The dark head cocked at him curiously. "Hn?"

"Instincts" _talking animals..._

Fanged grin. "Come close. I'll tell you" the jet black tail wagged 

slowly as Goku curled his tongue out.

Yamcha snatched up the old linen. "Kami take it, are you in rut or 

something?!"

The swarthy features darkened as if in concentration. A slow smile 

spread on his lips.

"Actually, no. At least not yet. You think me an animal, Yamcha?"

The warrior paled. "What? No..."

Another yawn. "It's all right, I sense your feelings. But it turns 

you on, huh?"

Yamcha didn't want to examine that too closely. "I don't know if I 

want to go there-"

"Live scents don't bother saiyans. We can tell the difference between 

fear and arousal, anger or happiness."

Yamcha was fascinated despite himself. "You can actually 'smell' a 

person's mood?"

"Of course. But it's nothing you focus on as a rule, unless you're 

thinking about it."

Yamcha krinkled his nose at a particularly offensive bedsheet. "What 

about me?"

Goku sniffed. "You're slightly turned on, but mostly apprehensive."

Dark eyes lifted in astonishment. "That's right-"

"I think your fatigue has something to do with it. Not to mention the 

other unresolved stuff in your mind."

Yamcha rolled up the sheets. "Goku...I trust you. Your track record 

speaks for itself."

"You know that, but you don't _feel_ it. That's okay, I understand."

Yamcha stared out the window. "Things are going so well. I'm just 

worried that...outside forces might ruin it."

A growl. "I see. Would this 'outside force' be Vegeta?!"

"I didn't say that."

Another sniff. "Stop lying...your scent just changed."

Yamcha slammed the sheets down and stalked over to Goku, grabbing the 

collar of his robe.

"Okay, you want a straight shot? Vegeta's hanging around the edges. 

You think I don't know he's just waiting for an opportunity?!"

Black eyes glazed in shock.  "I don't care what you think 

he's 'waiting' for-"

A snort. "You should. I'm not doing a three way, Goku. That's _out!"_

The saiyan stood abruptly, his tail puffing into a fur ball. "Three 

way?! What the hell-"

"You heard me. I'm not going to share you every other night with that 

prick."

"You haven't listened to a word I've said!" Goku challenged, shaking 

him.

"That's because your words make little sense in light of what I've 

seen."

Goku growled. "You haven't seen anything."

"No? Vegeta's little scene at the club? What was that about, hmm?"

His saiyan lover released him. "Nothing, just a misunderstanding-"

Yamcha laughed derisively. "He clearly was expecting something from 

you, and I don't mean holding hands!"

Goku pushed Yamcha up against the wall, snarling dangerously. "I'm 

fed up with this. I should-"

"Careful, I might think you have something to hide" Yamcha glared 

defiantly. "By the way...some of my friends at the club informed me 

about your little 'kiss' in the parking lot!"

Goku paled, backing away. "What?"

Yamcha pushed him off. "Oh, yeah. It was all the talk. I heard you 

snatched the 'badman' outside and nearly took him over a parked car!"

The saiyan nearly turned purple. Yamcha smiled in satisfaction.

"I don't need a saiyan's nose to know the truth here. Your reaction 

tells me everything I need to know."

"There's nothing to talk about" Goku was sullen, his hands dropping 

to his sides.

"Not admitting it doesn't make it go away. Maybe it's chemistry. 

Maybe it's a saiyan thing. Or maybe..." Yamcha paused, "you're in 

love with him."

Goku jerked his head away in anger. "Maybe you're looking for 

excuses."

Yamcha was silent a moment. "Did you kiss him?"

Eyes like flint burned with intensity. "Yes. Are you satisfied now?!"

Yamcha folded his arms with a smirk. "As a matter of fact, I am."

"Wha-"

The z warrior took his hands gently. "I just want you to be truthful 

with me. I know I have no real claim on you since you're married-"

"Yamcha, please. No more, okay?"

The bandit smiled softly. "You already know what _I_ feel" lips 

brushed against long black lashes.

Goku purred, nuzzling his face in the mop of black hair. "You're 

something else, Yamcha. We're so good...so _right_ together. You make 

me feel wonderful."

Passionate kiss. "I was hoping you'd say that."

****

True to his word, all Goku did was hold his lover as they watched the 

large movie screen downstairs. Wild contrast in color and shadow cast 

over them in the darkened rec room.

Soft nips on a shell shaped ear. "So, was that our first fight?" the 

saiyan rumbled.

Yamcha sighed, curling back into Goku as a thick tail wrapped his 

waist possessively. He stroked it gently.

"Hmm. I guess. Maybe we should fight all the time, then" he arched 

his head back for another kiss. Goku happily obliged him.

"Mmm. That delightful perfume again."

A lick on Yamcha's nose. "What perfume?"

"Yours. It's like cinnamon spice...sometimes it gets me hot, but 

right now it's so soothing."

Muscled arms tightened around the z warrior. "Glad you like it."

They nuzzled and cuddled, drifting off as the movie played on. Goku 

sighed in total contentment, his face buried in Yamcha's thick hair. 

His eyes closed in quiet...

_A spark grazed his mind, stroked his soul. So far away, yet closer 

than the nearest touch._

/Kakarot./

Obsidian eyes opened a crack. /Vegeta?/

/Sekushii./

/Dame da!/

/Your separation is a strange one./

/I still have Gohan to consider. Chi Chi agreed./

A pause. /I must admit, you and the bandit make a nice couple./

Goku's eyes widened in silence as he held Yamcha. /Thank you./

/However.../

/Don't start!/

/I love you, baka. Musaboru, day and night...it was all I could do to 

keep from jumping you yesterday./

/Ghods! Don't do this to me, Vegeta.../

/Forgive me, I can't help myself./

/Huuhh..../

/We have to talk, you know./

/I know./

/And your plans?/

/Yamcha is mine! I mean it.../

/Hai, we'll see.../

/I'll need you to train me, ouji./

/???/

/My oozaru form.../

/Agreed. It will be difficult, Kakarot, since you are an adult. 

Training normally must take place during childhood to be effective./

/I understand./

/It frightens your bandit, ne?/

/Hai, he fears for his life yet loves me./

/Earthlings are odd creatures./

/Sometimes. We'll talk later, Vegeta./

/Hai. But I would hear it before I go.../

/Vegeta.../

/So many nights...so many things said./

/Hai./

/Just between the two of us. No one else need know./

/I love you, Vegeta. Nothing has changed./

/Ja ne, koi./

/Ja ne./

Goku closed his eyes once more, feeling oddly at peace with love's 

contradictions.

THE END