Thank you, Vejiita�
Thank you.
No anger, no tears, no bitter revenge�
Thank you.
As if the man had enjoyed it. As if he'd just given Kakarotto exactly what he'd been begging for. And now the man was curled up beside him, warmly nuzzling his neck and purring�purring!�in absolute blissful contentment.
The prince simply lay there, stunned, unsure of how to respond, unsure of his own emotions at the moment. He had meant to hurt the man, to punish and humiliate him for daring to ignore his strict admonition, for daring to invade his mind in the first place. He had meant to defeat him, as he had never been able to before. Yet it appeared, now, that he had failed again, as it seemed he was always doomed to fail against Kakarotto. Once again the third-class Saiyajin had bested him. Kuso, he didn't know whether to scream or cry or try to kill the unbelievable bastard�
Vejiita's eyelids fell closed as a soft chuckle suddenly broke through the stillness, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere and the lulling sound of Kakarotto's rumbling purr. The chuckle grew in strength and volume, until the prince found himself laughing almost hysterically and unable to stop. The wild, uncontrollable laughter roused the larger Saiyan from his warm rest against him, and Goku lifted his head to look down at him in blinking inquiry.
"Vejiita? What is it? What's so funny?" This, of course, only made the prince laugh even harder. "Vejiita?" he queried again, a smile stealing across his features in sheer reaction to the atypical sound. "What are you laughing at?"
Myself�
His laughter slowly died away. "You, baka!" Vejiita finally replied, curling his lip into a sneer. "I am laughing at you! There is no one else in existence who would ever thank me for that! The expanding magnitude of your stupidity never ceases to amaze me!" With that, the prince gathered his strength and pushed himself up and away from the bewildered Saiyajin. He attempted to rise�
�and was instantly tackled by the larger man, Goku's strong, muscular arms seizing him around the middle and dragging him back down to the floor. A moment later, the man had him completely secured beneath his larger, more burly form, his wrists caught and pinned to the floor by Goku's immovable iron grip.
"Where are you going?" he asked, peering down at him anxiously, his tone sounding overly-loud and panic-stricken.
"Let go of me, baka!" Vejiita growled angrily, glaring up at him in instantaneous fury. "What I do is none of your concern!"
"But I� you�" His wide, round eyes blinked, shining brilliantly in the filtered moonlight. "I love you, Vejiita."
The prince took a breath and opened his mouth to impart another blistering command� and then abruptly froze as Goku's heartfelt proclamation finally seeped into his brain, into his blood, deep into his astonished soul. The handsome Saiyajin gazed down at him with undisguised adoration, sparks of bright, venerating affection dancing in his eyes, a small, worshipping smile sweetly adorning his lips. And then those soft, sensuous lips descended to wholly engulf his own, a warm, velvety tongue slipping between his teeth to lavishly stroke the inner core of his mouth.
Oh, Kami�
With a quiet moan of inordinate pleasure, Goku reveled in the incredible sensations prickling delightfully through his body. He had finally told the prince how he felt about him. Kami, this night was a surrealistic dream! Less than an hour ago he had been sitting in the tub, wallowing miserably in the dark abyss of depression, and now� now Vejiita was a glorious reality writhing beneath him, his naked body sleek, warm, and splendid, the spicy scent of him weaving through his nostrils, casting a bewitching spell, his distinctive flavor once again tingling delectably over his taste buds.
How could he let him go now? After what they had done? Kami, his body was still achingly sore from the hard and savage pounding of the Saiyajin prince. It had hurt at first, but he had somewhat expected that from his first experience with Chichi. It had more than alarmed him when he had hurt her on their wedding night, but his new bride had been quick to assure him that such a thing was natural and normal for the first time, and pleasure was soon to follow. Good Kami, she'd had that part right, too. The sensation of the prince moving deeply, frenziedly, within his body�
Another gratified moan rumbled in his chest as he released Vejiita's ambrosial lips to go nipping and sucking down his smooth, succulent throat. He had never felt anything like it! Vejiita was so� exciting! The fierce barbarity of the act had sent waves of pleasure rolling through him as the prince had ruthlessly caressed some wondrous place deep within his body that had literally brought the larger Saiyan to a screaming climax. Of course, his half-muffled scream against the plush carpet was nothing compared to the thunderous cry of ecstasy that had come roaring out of Vejiita, shattering all windows and shaking Goku to the very marrow of his bones. To have given the man that much pleasure�
Kami, yes� give him pleasure�
His tongue swirled sensually around the tiny bud of Vejiita's nipple, relishing the smaller man's tempestuous squirms against his bare skin, their flesh colliding with small surges of jolting electricity. Then he tossed his head and rocked his body forward, aggravating the contact, rubbing his swelling arousal against Vejiita's, which had also grown hard again, revealing the prince's own mounting desire.
Kami, he wanted him! He wanted to plunge deep into Vejiita's magnificent body, to luxuriate in the torrid heat of his exquisite flesh and the wild passion of his dynamic spirit. Goku's body responded to that profound yearning with masterful speed and agility, his lips clamping down once more on the smaller Saiyan's voluptuous mouth, his knee worming its way between the man's muscular thighs, his hips skillfully maneuvering to find just the right position�
A sting of pain, sharp and shocking, broke through all amorous thoughts and sent his head jerking back with a start. Blood began to trickle slowly from his bottom lip down to his chin as Goku stared with wide-eyed surprise into the rabid, snarling visage of the Saiyajin prince, whose blood-spattered teeth were viciously bared in a harsh, withering expression of absolute rage. Vejiita's body was taut, rigid, and yet quivering in unbounded fury beneath him, as he violently struggled to break free of his powerful hold�as he had been struggling all along, Goku belatedly realized. And the smaller Saiyan's power level was decidedly rising at an alarming rate.
"Get off me, kisama!" he hissed, spatting repulsion and venom, his eyes flashing wildly with menacing wrath and dark fire. "I will kill us both before I submit to you! Do you hear me?! I am the Prince of all Saiyajin, and I will destroy you and everything around us! I will not let you conquer me!"
Goku reacted instinctively, not to Vejiita's words, for he had yet to fully process their meaning, but to the ever-increasing power of the man. His own power exploded around him in sheer panic in order to catch up�in order to keep the prince right where he was.
Get off me�
Now the words began to seep in through the red haze of longing flaring blindingly behind his eyes. Get off? But� but he needed� he needed�
I will kill us both before I submit to you!
Submit?
I will not let you conquer me!
Conquer?
Goku fully comprehended the words, and yet they held no meaning for him whatsoever. Not in this. This was not battle. He was not trying to defeat Vejiita. So why had the man used those particular terms? And why was he so unbelievably angry?
The prince wanted him; his heated, sweat-gleaming body was practically screaming his desire as it slithered furiously against his own, and yet that desire was all but abolished within the seething shards of obsidian that threatened to go teal at any given moment.
I will not let you conquer me!
Could this truly be Vejiita's perception of reality? Did the prince actually see him as some sort of domineering figure trying to subdue him?
I will kill us both before I submit to you!
Submit� submit to what? Pleasure? His own quelled desire? Why would Vejiita believe that their lovemaking was an act of domination on Goku's part? What indication had he given the man to make Vejiita think the worst of him?
Goku blinked. Vejiita had always believed the worst of him, since the very beginning. The reason was always the same: because he was Saiyajin and had dared to defeat his prince in battle, had dared to attain the power of Super Saiyajin first, and had dared to remain the stronger. But Vejiita had always been wrong. Yes, Goku had done all those things, but he had never sought to abuse his power in any way. He had never sought to rule over Vejiita or anyone else, though the same could not be said of the man glaring poisonous daggers up at him now. Perhaps that was the problem; Vejiita believed everyone to be as nefarious as himself. So the prince believed Goku would try to dominate him because that's what he, himself, would do�no, had done. Vejiita had just taken him, violently, in a fierce and ferocious attempt to dominate him�
Kami, Vejiita had always tried to dominate him! To make him bow down before him as his sovereign prince. Goku had never really understood why that was so important to the smaller Saiyajin. What did it matter now? Vejiitasei was long gone, and there were only the two of them left. And now they were both level three; they were likely near equal in power. Yet Vejiita's pride demanded otherwise; the prince had to be better than him, better than everyone, in a highly obsessive manner that was obstinate and hell-bent on victory.
Pride�
That was what lay smoldering within the dark, feral voids that glared up at him so hatefully, so viciously. It was Vejiita's pride that stood between them like a gargantuan fortress of cold, impenetrable steel. The Saiyajin prince could not accept him, though his beautiful, errant body was practically aflame with barely-suppressed desire. Did the infernal class difference mean so much that the man would deny his own pleasure? Did Vejiita really think so little of him? Kami, if the prince truly thought him such a low-class buffoon, then why was his body responding to him at all? Why did Vejiita want him, and yet not?
I will kill us both before I submit to you! I will not let you conquer me!
Not 'You disgust me' or 'You're not worthy of me'. Instead, 'I will not submit'. Submit� the use of that word still confused him, for it was not a word one would use in reference to someone below one's own status; it was a word used in reference to a higher authority�like a slave to a master or a servant to a king. Not from a prince to a supposed third-class warrior. Unless� unless that was not how Vejiita truly regarded him�
I will not let you conquer me!
Conquer� as if he were already the victor, a barbarous conqueror, someone stronger, more powerful, who intended to force the man into submission. Submit� there it was again. He must be on the right track.
"Is it� is it because you think I'm stronger than you, Vejiita?" Goku asked him softly, hesitantly. The prince's angry eyes grew very, very wide.
"You are not stronger than me!" he seethed, his voice nothing more than a growling rasp. "A fact I would gladly prove to the whole universe if you only had the guts to fight me like a true Saiyan!"
Goku stared down at him in wondering silence, instantly seeing the mendacious statement for the blatant lie that it was. He wasn't certain if it was a result of the bond or if it was all simply there in Vejiita's wide, glowering eyes, poorly veiled beneath the severity of his rage. The stunned surprise at his abrupt, uncanny perception. A quickly-suppressed flash of profound envy. A deep well of ancient pain that simmered endlessly, relentlessly, at the bottom of that grating jealousy. And below that�
Goku's breath hitched in his throat.
�below that a vast, abiding sea of guilt, of aggrieving shame, of howling, harrowing torment. For all of the prince's loud boasts and scathing denigrations, at the very core of Vejiita's soul, he perceived himself to be nothing more than a complete and monumental failure.
Vejiita� believed himself a failure? Goku could only stare down at the man in absolute shock.
He cannot accept me� his pride cannot accept me� not because he thinks me unworthy of him� but because� because�
Because he believed Goku to be better. But that� that just could not be true�
Low-class baka!
�could it?
Beautiful�
Did Vejiita truly despise him as much as his dark, twisted expression was now conveying? He knew for a fact the prince did not love him�not like he loved Vejiita�but Goku had always wanted to believe the man held something in his heart for him other than anger and loathing. Perhaps� perhaps there was yet a chance�
Goku's unwavering gaze was still fixed on the fuming prince, pondering, contemplating, and hungrily drinking in the elegant features, resplendently chiseled into a proud, infuriated mask of stone. Vejiita's pride was a vibrantly dynamic power unto itself; it had once been all that had stood between Babidi's potent magic and the prince's eternal soul. Vejiita's pride had ultimately triumphed. And now that invincible pride was standing like an insurmountable barricade between Goku and the man he loved. Yet there was one more incontrovertible fact just now bursting through to the forefront, detonating with desperate hope in the very air around them.
Son Goku could not lose.
The strength of Vejiita's pride was phenomenal, but the sheer force of Goku's indomitable will, the powerful might of his enormous heart, had never been defeated by anything. It was a truth he had always known, had always relied upon, and was such an integral part of his being that he didn't even look at it as anything particularly special. It just was. And Goku recognized, now, that this was indeed a battle he was fighting with the Prince of the Saiyajin, one of the most important battles of his life, and if he lost this battle, he would lose Vejiita forever. That was something that could not happen; this was a battle he could not lose.
He would not.
His body was aching, screaming with need for the perfect bronze flesh wriggling hot and slick beneath him, yet to continue on as he had been, to take Vejiita without consent and make him 'submit', would be a grave mistake, even though that perfect flesh was also screaming with near equivalent need to be taken. No, that was not the way to win past the great wall of pride towering before him. Attempting to smash through it would only make it stronger� or if he did manage to break it, he might end up breaking the man along with it. There was no way around it, either, for Vejiita wore his pride like an all-encompassing cloak that was woven into his very being. There really was only one way that Goku knew of to reach the glorious spirit shrouded so deeply within�
"But I don't want to fight you, Vejiita," he began gently, truthfully, even as the peculiar strategy took shape, erupting like wildfire through his heart. "We are both level three, now, equal in power. What would be the point? To prove to me and everyone else that you are a great warrior? Everyone knows that already, especially me. There has never been a fighter more skilled or more splendid than you. You are magnificent, Vejiita; I have thought so from the very beginning, from our very first battle. I love sparring with you; there is no one more exciting, no one more challenging. Though, as exciting as it is to fight you, it is even more exciting to fight with you. The battles we've fought together, side by side, those are the ones I remember most, those are the ones I treasure in my heart. We are both powerful, Vejiita, but together� together we are invincible."
Vejiita's eyes narrowed, but Goku was pleased to note that the man's rising power level had tapered off somewhat. "You think flattery will get you what you want?" the prince sneered in disdain. "I am no fool, kisama."
"And I am no rapist, Vejiita," he countered with a stern frown. "How can you believe I would try to force myself on you? What makes you think I want you to submit to me? I love you, Vejiita! I want to make love with you!"
The smaller man blinked as a tiny glimmer of doubt flickered for a second behind his gaze, but unfortunately it was immediately dismissed. "Hn. We are Saiyajin, kisama. The stronger warrior is always considered dominant in the relationship, the weaker must submit to the other's will. That is why mating combat can be one of the most bloody in a Saiyan's life. But you�" The prince gave a growling snort. "Baka! That is the reason bonding is supposed to take place after combat! After the rituals and after the protocols! So there is no doubt in either warrior's mind what they are accepting! As I have not accepted you!"
Goku considered his words carefully before responding, trying not to let their harshness sting. "Since when have I been a strict adherent to Saiyan customs, Vejiita? Have you forgotten? I grew up here on Earth. And when did you ever see me try to dominate Chichi?"
The prince blinked again, and doubt swept over his scowling visage once more, greater this time in intensity, much more severe. "You� I never understood why you permitted that woman to order you about like that, as if you were some wayward brat, and not her more powerful mate. Even so, I am not that shrieking harridan. You have always made it quite clear that you consider me to be weaker and inferior to you."
"Inferior?" Goku's eyes broadened significantly. "What did I ever do to make you think that? Even when I was stronger, when did I ever flaunt it? Did I put you down? Did I rub it in your face? Call you names? Call you weak or inferior? How about fool? Idiot? Low-class baka? Tell me how I made you feel weak and inferior, Vejiita!"
He felt the man's flesh flinch involuntarily beneath him, though the smaller Saiyan's visage remained as cold and hostile as possible. Goku berated himself silently and inwardly; this was not part of his strategy, quite the opposite, in fact. He should not have let the prince sidetrack him so effectively. It was just too easy to fall into defensive mode with the man radiating so much jeering animosity. But he had to remember his goal was not to win any pointless argument, no matter how tempting. His goal was to win Vejiita. The tall Saiyajin forced himself to calm, striving toward a more open and caring spirit that hopefully would attract, and not further repel the man.
"If I did so, I didn't mean to," Goku began again, his tone once more soft and mild, attempting to soothe, attempting to cajole. "I have never thought of you as weak or inferior, Vejiita. Perhaps I was not as humble about my power as I should have been, but sometimes I just feel things intensely and react before really thinking them through. Chichi was always telling me not to be so impulsive, but when I get excited about something, I can't seem to help myself. I� I just�
"Oh, Kami, Vejiita!" he exclaimed suddenly, passionately, his heart swelling, overflowing, with deep-felt emotion. "I love you so much! You are so beautiful! How could I think you inferior when you are so perfect in every way?! If your pride could only allow you to� to try to see me as something other than your longtime rival! Just try, Vejiita! I'll do anything you ask if you'll just give me a chance! I know I'm not what you want, but maybe� maybe�"
The anger and suspicion appeared to have vanished entirely from the prince's handsome countenance, and yet� although Vejiita's eyes were glittering with surprise and confusion, there was a hardness and intractability fermenting in their inky depths that did not seem to be fading by any means. The force of Goku's desperation multiplied a hundred fold.
"I'll do anything you want, Vejiita!" he repeated, almost blindly. "What do you want? You want to defeat me? You already have! Kami, look at me! I am nothing without you! You want me to acknowledge you as my prince? You are that and more! You are Prince of all Saiyajin, and that means me. You want me on my knees to prove it? I just was, Vejiita! On my knees before you like a pitiful, groveling dog, because I need you more than anything! You are everything to me, Vejiita!" His eyes clouded over with the glistening force of his strong, heartfelt convictions. "Vejiita-sama!" he added fervently, reverently, lowering his cheek to rub affectionately against Vejiita's own, lifting it again only to plant soft, moist kisses along the high curve of his elegant cheekbone.
"Kami, Vejiita!" he breathed in aching, panting adoration against his ear. "All I want to do is love you� I love you so much�" His hands finally relaxed their masterful hold on the prince's wrists, one to shift downward to maintain his own weight and the other to trail gently down Vejiita's shapely arm, then down the opposing side of his wondrous visage where it chose to linger with tender, feather-light caresses. "Let me love you, Vejiita� Ouji-sama�"
With his hands finally free of the larger Saiyan's powerful grip, Vejiita� simply lay there, stunned and motionless, as Kakarotto warmly nuzzled his cheek, the man's breath feverishly hot upon his skin. What�? What was this�?
"Ouji-sama," came the whisper again, glissading like wings of gossamer silk against his numb, reeling spirit.
The man had just� just� surrendered� had yielded to him� had given over all rights and claims of dominion� because� because�
"I love you," he murmured again, his lips grazing lightly and worshipfully along the prince's delicate jaw line. Goku's large, muscular body was a searing blanket of fire, enveloping him utterly, pressing deliciously against his own form with sultry, sweaty heat. "Let me love you, Ouji-sama�"
Kakarotto�
Oh, Kami, he could scarcely believe it� in one astonishing stroke, the man had completely eradicated all barriers�
His hands moved, finally, purposely, sinking with relishing ease into the ungovernable locks of lush ebony, then tugged�gently�so he could peer closely into the man's face, into his bright, shimmering eyes. The prince inspected them carefully, with painstaking deliberation. They reflected only truth�truth and a pure, refulgent love that stole his breath away�
Vejiita's gaze lowered, unable to stare for long into such a dazzling display of affection, and immediately fell upon the thin trail of blood still oozing from the bite on Goku's lower lip. It was the final temptation, the one the prince could no longer resist, and his tongue darted out to glide sensually up the smooth chin, sweeping the sugary blood onto his awaiting taste buds. His mouth cherished the sweet, heavenly flavor as he strove to devour every savory drop, sealing over Kakarotto's lip to gently lick and suck at the bleeding wound.
Saiyan blood� Saiyan blood from the last Saiyan warrior� his warrior� his to command, his to enjoy�
Mine�
With a low, dominating growl, Vejiita twisted and rolled, flipping the larger man onto his back, and then took a close, possessive posture directly above him. His fingers laced once more through Goku's coarse hair as he leaned intimately against his luscious body, his eyes peering intently down into the warrior's startled visage.
"Say it again," he demanded softly, his inflection a deep, rumbling purr.
"I love you," the man repeated with heartfelt veracity.
Vejiita was already shaking his head. "No."
Goku blinked in momentary disconcertion, but then he smiled. "Ouji-sama," he murmured quietly, lovingly.
The word slid wondrously over his skin, leaving prickling chills in its wake, then rolled gloriously down his spine with a tiny, electrifying thrill of delight. "Again," he whispered.
"Ouji-sa�"
His mouth descended, capturing the man's moving lips, absorbing the titillating word and all of its soft, breathy vibrations. His tongue dipped deep into the ambrosial well of warm pleasure, his head feeling giddy at the blessed freedom to do so, without concern, without a care� just sheer, unconstrained enjoyment, significantly enhanced by the potent bond of two pure Saiyajin and the light of the full moon.
I'll do anything you want, Vejiita!
Anything� Kami, right now all he wanted was to glide his tongue over every lovely millimeter of the man's body, as he had been yearning to do for what now seemed like ages, to imprint the taste and feel of his divine flesh forever in his mind. The prince released Goku's scrumptious mouth to begin his sole, gratifying ambition, starting with the smooth planes of the Saiyan's handsome face. With slick, eager strokes, he bathed Kakarotto's delicate features with soft, moist velvet, memorizing the texture of his cheek, the deep, salty hollow of his eye, the elegant arch of his dark brow� so beautiful� so delectable�
He had denied himself this for far too long.
Vejiita's teeth nipped almost playfully at the man's nose as he passed, seeking the wet heat of his mouth once more before continuing on down his exquisite throat. Goku's neck arched gracefully, exposing every lustrous inch for him as the tall Saiyajin quietly moaned his appreciation. The low, rumbling sound was like raw, primitive music to his Saiyan ears, inflaming his blood beyond its previous measure with an ardent, primal craving. The prince's throat responded automatically, growling softly his own pleasure as he licked and swirled his way down to his collarbone.
Goku felt as if he had just died and gone to a greater, more wondrous, heaven than any he'd previously visited, and after being roasted in the despairing depths of hell for so many agonizing days, it was more than a welcome change. Vejiita� Vejiita was literally washing over him, that hot, magical tongue of his working its sparks and spells across his hungry flesh with a fervor he had never before experienced beyond the endeavors of battle. The prince's miraculous mouth, now allied with his highly-proficient hands, was assaulting Goku's body with the same ferociously intensive passion the smaller Saiyan typically utilized when attempting to kill, his tongue lapping and laving his skin with swift, fevered caresses as his palms wandered skillfully across his shoulders. Another moan rolled involuntarily out from deep within, as the prince went zealously to work on the muscled peaks of his chest. Kami-sama� the man was going to eat him alive�
Son Goku had a strong, excited feeling that that was precisely Vejiita's intention.
His fingers curled into orderly spikes of thick, ruddy ebony, blissfully clinging to the back of Vejiita's head as the man teased and tantalized his nipples with tongue, teeth, and masterful fingers. The prince was a creature transformed, all trace of anger extinguished, the last vestiges of resistance obliterated. Kami, and what a marvelous creature he was! Wild and frenzied in his actions as he nipped and ingested Goku's flesh like a ravenous animal granted a virtual feast.
His strategy had worked, had more than worked, though there had been nothing dishonest or deceitful about it. The tall Saiyajin had meant every impassioned word he'd lavished upon his proud, stubborn prince, getting past that massive barrier of pride the only way he knew�by embracing it, wholly and completely. By embracing him. And now Vejiita was returning that embrace with a rabid, hungry enthusiasm.
Goku gasped and groaned aloud as the man lightly nibbled and tickled his abdomen, his palms sliding down the larger man's sides to grasp his hips�and still his prince maneuvered ever lower�
Vejiita was rapidly losing himself in a frenetic haze of pleasure, his senses overloading from all the dynamic stimuli the brawny Saiyajin was projecting. Kakarotto's musky scent, so wonderfully strong after his earlier climax, was seeping into his every pore, the enthralling taste of his skin wholly engulfing all coherent thought, until only instinct remained burning gloriously within.
It had never been like this. Not even with Bulma. Kakarotto was� was�
His tongue sailed majestically across his body, diving slickly into the sensitive crease where thigh met groin, then slowly journeyed onward, up one raised, sinewy thigh, his arm gliding up to coil around it. The prince looked down into the man's visage, his eyes feverishly aglow with bright, uninhibited lust as he gazed at him ferally, possessively, his mouth slithering greedily up the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Kakarotto gazed back, his own eyes half-lidded and glazed over with unmitigated rapture, his handsome features completely enwrapped in that utterly ravishing expression.
Kami! He had to have him� he had to have all of him!
Vejiita's hand slipped back down the man's gorgeous thigh to seize hold of his hips once again, and then his other hand moved to gently sweep across the thick organ that was standing proudly erect and awaiting his attention. The beautiful warrior moaned softly, gratefully, in response.
So� the man wanted pleasure? He would give him more pleasure than he'd ever dreamed possible. The Saiyan prince grinned, wickedly and eagerly.
Dance for me, Kakarotto�
Then he swallowed the man whole.
And Kakarotto danced� danced and bucked and writhed in absolute ecstasy� and he screamed� screamed and bellowed Vejiita's name for the entire universe to hear and bear witness� to vehemently proclaim that he now belonged to the Prince of the Saiyajin� and his prince could sense that he was nearing completion�
The prince abruptly withdrew with a toss of his head, then serenely licked his lips as he peered down with gleaming eyes at the man below. Kakarotto's visage was momentarily frozen in an expression of total shock, and then his features darkened as something savage and angry took root deep within his psyche. Vejiita grinned openly at the sight, a rush of heady excitement coursing wildly through his being.
This was the difference. This. Kakarotto was pure Saiyajin.
Before the man could think to lift himself from the ground, Vejiita was on him, holding him down, pressing his body hard against the luxurious carpet. A growl churned lowly, dangerously, in the prince's throat, and then his lips claimed the man again in a deep, dominating kiss. The larger Saiyan matched his impassioned fire stroke for stroke, and Vejiita moaned into his sweet, solicitous mouth in unrestrained delight.
Kakarotto's muscular arms completely encircled his torso, clasping his body tightly against his own, and then wantonly ground their hips together, avidly seeking the completion that his body urgently craved. Vejiita responded by kissing him even harder and rocking against him in synchronous rhythm. It was several long, enjoyable moments before he finally resurfaced, gasping for air.
His eyes locked on to the glittering pools of dark midnight beneath him, drinking in their passion, reveling in their blazing devotion. His gaze never broke, never wavered, as he deliberately maneuvered his hips into position. Powerful thighs parted smoothly, readily, then moved to snugly encompass him. His breathing was shallow, unsteady, yet the prince ignored all distractions but the man breathing just as erratically beneath him.
"You are beautiful, Kakarotto," he granted softly, his voice low and husky with unveiled desire. And then he slid with marvelous ease into the awaiting heat.
Kakarotto's dark eyes grew wide at his words, and then rolled up into his head as untold pleasure surged through him. Vejiita shut his eyes, as well, as his body shuddered turbulently with its own unimaginable degree of pleasure, as the tight, hot feel of the man once again thoroughly enveloped him. But this was quite different than the last time.
Vejiita's eyes fluttered open to gaze once again at the powerful Saiyajin lying entwined beneath him. Oh, Kami� the last time had felt extraordinary, but that had been about rage and domination and lust. This time� well, this time was also about domination and lust, but there was no more anger to get in the way of his full, savoring enjoyment� and he wanted to savor every single moment of this�
The prince slowly eased his hips back, silently relishing the incredible sensation of taut friction as he drew himself almost fully out of the man, and then plunged inside once again, submerging himself entirely within Kakarotto's great, sinewy body. A soft, unintelligible sound welcomed the hard and thorough invasion, and bright, ebony eyes snapped open to enmesh Vejiita once again within the shining spirit of his former rival. That keen, luminous gaze pierced through his soul, shooting straight through his shields, his protections, his every carefully-built defense, striking fiercely and profoundly within a place so buried, so abysmally deep, that the impact rocked and reverberated through every molecule of his being. The force of that direct, penetrating strike was so incredibly strong that, for a moment, all thought and movement ceased.
Completely frozen, Vejiita could only stare into those lustrous orbs of infinite black, as the center of his being twitched and trembled uncontrollably. Then Goku's hand was on his face, brushing his cheek, caressing his lips�his black, cavernous gaze never swerving.
"I love you, Vejiita," he whispered in soft, breathless wonder. "Love me, my prince� love me�"
Love? N-no�
His own gaze faltered, dropping away from Kakarotto's open and adoring countenance to fall with the rest of his face into the warm hollow of the man's neck. He was asking too much� far too much�
A moan of pleasure echoed loudly through his ears, and with a start, the prince identified the sound as his own. That was the moment Vejiita realized that his body was once again in motion, gliding in and out of the splendid heat of the beautiful warrior. Then his startlement abruptly dissipated as his pleasure exploded to new heights, for Kakarotto's nimble fingers had discovered the nub of his tail and were currently teasing and tormenting the sensitive flesh for all it was worth. The prince arched reflexively, a wild cry tearing from his throat as the sweet, throbbing sensation splashed over him, burning like fire through his body, drawing him closer and closer toward the edge.
With a low growl, his eyes shot back to sweep over the man, the whites once more prominently displayed in feral hunger. His hand reached between them to grasp hold of Kakarotto's straining arousal, tearing a similar scream from the taller Saiyan's throat as he deftly began to stroke the length of it.
And the battle of pleasure was on.
When their eyes met again, both Saiyajin were fully ablaze with passion and excitement, each warrior striving to outdo the other in the giving of pleasure, each endeavoring to make the other climax first. Vejiita grinned in savage delight, an expression mirrored almost perfectly by the man beneath him, whose lovely body was once again dancing under the artful maneuverings of his touch. Yet the fingers on his tail spot were wickedly adept, pressing and swirling with a proficiency that challenged his control with a pleasure unparalleled and unrelenting. The prince quickened his pace with skillful intention and a slightly altered angle, his grin widening with the knowledge of certain victory.
The battle raged on, highly concentrated, intense� but then the magical fingers frolicking on his tail spot stumbled. They immediately sought to recover their lost momentum, but failed, fumbling once again. They gave up entirely after that, moving instead to dig almost painfully into Vejiita's back. Then Goku's body arched upward, his head tossing wildly, his cry of culmination rending the air in sheer, rapturous abandon. The sight was nothing less than pure, celestial glory, and instantly sent the prince over the precipice to join the writhing Saiyan in the overwhelming crest of divine pleasure.
Kakarottooooooooo!
It was the only thought his mind could retain as his body jerked violently with wave upon wave of excruciating ecstasy; and it remained his only thought as his body eventually stilled and then came to a final, wearied rest upon the man's broad chest. For several long minutes, he lay there panting, with eyelids closed, utterly exhausted.
Kami� had� had he actually cried the name aloud?
As he lay there, lungs heaving, his cheek pressed close against the rising and falling warmth of the other Saiyan's chest, listening abstractedly to the pounding of his great heart, Vejiita found to his surprise that, not only could he not accurately recall, but he didn't seem to much care, either. Perhaps he was simply too tired to care�
Or perhaps he just felt too damned good. Yes� too tired to move� too satisfied to care�
The prince slipped silently into the realm of slumber before the large Saiyan beneath him even began to stir.
Goku's dark eyelashes flitted open, his breathing and pulse rate gradually slowing to a steadier, more even tempo. His gaze immediately lowered to shave lovingly over Vejiita's handsome features, lying so miraculously near. His arms tightened almost involuntarily around the quietly reposing prince, his palms gliding wonderingly over the smooth, sweat-dampened skin of his back in cherishing veneration.
"Ouji-sama," he whispered in reverent awe. The prince, however, did not respond, quite obviously having fallen asleep.
Goku smiled at his calm, peaceful visage with an expression of doting affection, and then strengthened his embrace around the man even more, this time deliberately, possessively.
"You are mine now, my prince," he declared softly, his inflection resolute and ardently sincere.
