Need
They landed on Goku’s doorstep a short time
later, both weary and aching as Goku opened the door and moved aside, allowing
Vejiita to pass through. The prince stepped inside slowly, dragging himself
into the kitchen, the interior of the house dim as the light outside faded.
Goku followed, shutting the door behind them and
flicking on a light, both squinting slightly as their eyes adjusted. Slowly,
Vejiita stripped off his blood-spattered leather jacket, wincing at the
movement as he draped it over the back of his chair. The white of his shirt was
spotted with crimson and streaked with sweat, his jeans torn in various places
and dark bruises beginning to mar his skin. Goku wasn’t in much better shape,
grunting as he kicked off his shoes and moved toward Vejiita. For long moments
an awkward silence stretched between them as they both realized what had been
said. Vejiita stood beside the table, his gaze unfocused as he looked blankly
at the grain of the wood. Goku remained several feet away, glancing at him from
time to time and shifting his weight uncomfortably as he tried to find
something to say to the prince. In the end he shied from the issue once more.
"Uh," he said finally, keeping his
voice quiet, "I guess we should clean up. We both need to shower. You can
go first, Vejiita, I’ll grab you some towels and stuff, and-"
"No." Vejiita shook his head.
"You go, Kakarrot, this is your home. I’ll wait. It’s just as well this
way...."
Goku hesitated, torn between backing down and
insisting that Vejiita receive his comfort first.
Vejiita sighed, muscles in his shoulders flexing
as he stretched them slightly, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling
briefly. "Go, Kakarrot."
Submitting to the prince’s will, Goku quietly
left the kitchen, making his way to his room to find himself some clean
clothing. Snatching a pair of loose, comfortable pants, he continued on to the
bathroom, distracted by thoughts of Vejiita, his mind slowly going over
everything the prince had said to him. He had known, in a rather vague way,
that Vejiita’s past must have been terrible, but he had never actually tried to
visualize what must have gone on before.
Frowning, he eased into the shower, closing his
eyes briefly as the hot water struck his skin, rinsing away dried blood and loosening
aching muscles. Gathering up the bar of soap, he worked up a lather between his
hands, looking blankly at the foaming suds, his mind elsewhere.
If he was honest with himself, he knew that he
had never really considered what Vejiita must have done before they had met.
Again, it was a vague understanding that the prince’s actions... had been
horrific, but he hadn’t cared to really think about it. But when Vejiita had
spoken... He could almost feel the rage, the old hatred radiating from
the smaller Saiya-jin, the merciless cruelty that had allowed him to kill
thousands. It might have frightened him. It had disturbed him, a little.
But he had known, had realized, that it was only the memory of past
feelings, an echo of what had been. Caught up in the remembering, Vejiita had
again felt what he had experienced back then. The prince was passionate; he was
ferociously intense, and... in some ways the memories had not faded with
time. But despite everything, despite all he had done, how could Goku blame
him? With everything... everything that had happened to him, everything he had
suffered....
Goku turned off the shower, bracing himself
against the wall for a moment with his head bowed as he stood, dripping. He
closed his eyes, swallowing the disgust, the revulsion that rose in his throat
as he thought of Vejiita’s past... Little better than slavery, really.
God, I don’t know, I.... I never thought....
It had never occurred to him, how much Frieza
might have used Vejiita. Somehow it seemed impossible to think of the prince, his
prince, being forced to.... It was nearly impossible to think of Vejiita, as he
knew him, as an adult, being raped. Everything else paled in the face of
such an event. He could forgive him... forgive him anything, knowing what he
had suffered.
Stepping out of the shower, Goku quickly dried
off, scrubbing the towel through his hair and leaving it tousled as he drew on
his pants and left the bathroom, pausing to retrieve several clean towels.
Slipping quietly down the hallway, he paused when he came to the kitchen, his
heart tightening with gentle emotion.
Vejiita had seated himself at the table, his
body hunched over and his forehead pillowed in his arms, his tail softly
trailing against the floor. Goku felt his throat tighten unexpectedly and
swallowed, shaking his head slightly at his sentimentality. Still, he
approached the prince quietly, pausing when he was directly behind the chair.
"Vejiita," he said softly, not wanting
to startle him, before briefly touching the Saiya-jin’s shoulder.
Vejiita’s head lifted and for a moment he looked
up at Goku, pain naked in his eyes, the feeling actually brushing Goku’s
thoughts, before he shielded himself, rising to his feet. For a moment Goku
simply looked at him, distracted by the emotion, then roused himself slightly,
offering him the towels. Vejiita seemed to hesitate for a moment, then accepted
them with a faint nod, turning toward the bathroom.
Once the prince had gone, Goku looked absently
around the kitchen, his thoughts still dwelling moodily on Vejiita and his
past, trying to find something to do while he waited. His eyes settled on
Vejiita’s jacket, still draped over the back of the chair, and he nodded
slightly, moving to the sink and wetting a clean dishcloth. Ringing just enough
water out that it wasn’t dripping, he returned to the table and sat down,
pulling Vejiita’s jacket over to himself and beginning to carefully wipe off
the dust and blood acquired during their fight. He began working his way up one
of the sleeves, looking intently at what he was doing while thinking carefully
about what Vejiita had said.
My God... How did he live? How does he live? No wonder... No wonder he wanted to
die... What has it been like for him? He’s so alone and he’s... And it’s no
wonder he never trusted anyone, would never let anyone get close to him... Goku
smoothed the dishcloth over the front of the jacket, leaving a trail of clean
leather amidst the dust. God, I’m so afraid... I’m afraid to hurt him,
afraid to lose him. I don’t know what to do. How can I help him? How can I show
him... that life can be worth it?
Swallowing, Goku continued to clean Vejiita’s
jacket, eventually finishing with the leather and beginning to polish the
zipper and clasps, just needing something to do with his hands. Bending over,
he brought his face close to his work, trying to make sure he cleared away all
the blood that might be clinging in the ridges and dips of the metal.
"Kakarrot...?"
Goku jumped slightly, jerking upright in startlement,
then turning toward the hallway to look at Vejiita. His eyes widened briefly
before he masked the expression, and he felt his mouth go dry.
The prince was standing just inside the kitchen,
wearing nothing but a towel that he held closed at the waist, little droplets
of water still clinging to his shoulders and stomach and sparkling in his hair
as very faint clouds of steam rose from his slightly flushed skin.
Goku stifled a hiss, feeling an undeniable
tightening low in his abdomen, and quickly turned away for a moment, taking a
deep breath and closing his eyes. Mentally slapping himself, he exhaled slowly,
then turned around to face Vejiita again, keeping his expression neutral.
"Em, yeah?"
Vejiita frowned, a bit of his typical attitude
returning as he gave Goku a look that said, ‘you have got to be kidding.’ Then
he glanced down at himself and shrugged before looking at Goku again.
"Oh! Oh, yeah. Here, come over here,"
he said quietly, mentally berating himself. Of course he doesn’t have
anything to wear, dumbass. He shook his head at himself. Unless he wants
to put on the bloody shreds he was wearing before. You’re standing there
gawking at him like he was a piece of prize meat and all he wants is to put on
some clothes.
Leaving Vejiita’s jacket on the table, Goku
moved past the prince, forcing himself not to let his gaze wander over the
other’s body, and headed down the hallway, hearing Vejiita’s barely-audible
footsteps as the prince followed him. Reaching his bedroom he slipped inside,
walking to his dresser and beginning to dig through his drawers looking for
something Vejiita could wear. He looked in dismay at all of his large, loose
clothing, knowing that his pants would barely stay on Vejiita. And he did not
need to follow that thought any further. Finally, stuffed in one of his
bottom drawers he found an old pair of soft, black sweatpants that he had
outgrown years ago, but had failed to get rid of and pulled them out. He began
to rise and offer them to the prince, then hesitated a moment, realizing that,
given Vejiita’s current state of mind, he might desire something a bit more.
Turning back, he pulled out a large, grey T-shirt, then twisted around and made
his way to Vejiita, who was standing silently beside one of the walls.
"Here. I hope these will work, um..."
He shrugged helplessly, holding the clothes out to the prince, who slowly took
them. Goku stepped back slightly. Then he smiled a little as he realized he
hadn’t thought of something. "Don’t worry about the pants. Feel free to
make a hole for your tail."
Vejiita’s gaze flickered to him briefly, and for
a moment he couldn’t look away. The prince’s eyes... They were so different.
The normal hostility, the anger, the pride... It was all burned away to reveal
a harsh emptiness, held together by a will that seemed, at this moment, as
fragile as glass. Swallowing tightly, Goku bit his lip to keep from speaking,
turning away from the prince and facing the opposite wall. It didn’t occur to
him to leave the room as his mind frantically looked for the right thing to
say.
Taking a slow, calming breath, he forced his
anxiety out, forced himself to relax. Vejiita was here now, and there was no
reason to panic. Nothing was going to happen to the prince tonight.
But, God... he wondered, hearing the soft rustle of the towel dropping to the
floor, I... did I do the right thing, by beating him? I know he would never
have wanted me to let him win but I... I was losing... Until I... I needed
to defeat him? Why? What if it was a mistake, what if I’ve destroyed him beyond
any hope now? Why did I have to beat him..?
Goku shook his head, sighing. He didn’t even
understand himself, how could he hope to understand the prince?
He looked down at the carpet beneath his feet,
listening, and after a moment risked a glance over his shoulder. When his eyes
found Vejiita a soft smile pulled at his lips, in spite of himself.
Vejiita had indeed taken his advice and burned a
hole in Goku’s pants with a small exertion of ki, and his tail curled softly
behind him. The pants, while too small for Goku, were still easily too big for
the prince, and the ends were rather bunched up around his ankles, nearly
hiding his bare feet. The grey T-shirt hung down to the middle of Vejiita’s
thighs and the sleeves reached his elbows. He still stood by the wall, his dark
eyes hard to make out in the dim light as he looked back at Goku.
Slowly, Goku took several steps forward, then
paused again. When he spoke his voice was quiet, as though to speak louder
would break some kind of spell. "Vejiita, do you want to sleep here? I can
take the couch, it’s not a problem."
For long moments Vejiita said nothing, returning
his gaze silently. Then he dropped his head slightly, glancing at the bed
before looking at Goku again. "No, I... It is your bed, Kakarrot. I... can
sleep elsewhere."
Goku shook his head. "No, I... I want you
to stay here, Vejiita. Please, take it." He moved towards the door
slightly, intent on escaping in an attempt to force Vejiita to take the room,
then paused, looking back at the prince.
Vejiita still stood beside the wall, leaning
against it now, his head down as his arms wrapped across his chest. He
looked... so completely alone.
Goku closed his eyes briefly, torn. Finally he
released a soft sigh. He could not go, not without saying something, without
trying... to make things right.
He stepped toward Vejiita, moving until he was
only a few feet away from the prince, looking at him quietly. After several
moments of strained indecision, he spoke, his voice very soft.
"Vejiita... please, I want..." The
prince didn’t look at him, remaining silent against the wall. He was just so
different, so quiet, and Goku wanted.... wanted so badly... He was afraid that
anything he said would be wrong, but he was afraid to leave... Something he
didn’t understand, something told him that leaving was a mistake.
How can I show him...?
Goku stilled suddenly, the thought echoing
through his mind. How could he show him... Words weren’t right right
now. There was nothing he could say. Goku’s body tightened. Slowly, ignoring
the common sense clamoring that he was making a huge error, he stepped toward
Vejiita, aching with emotion. Reaching out, he softly cupped Vejiita’s cheek in
his hand, feeling the prince flinch slightly, and tipped the Saiya-jin’s head
up, tilting it to the side, until Vejiita was meeting his gaze. Bringing up his
other hand, he captured Vejiita’s face between them.
The prince’s eyes were dark and liquid, gazing
up into his, filled with desperate pain, and... something else. Goku searched
his face, looking for a sign, something that would tell him what Vejiita
wanted. The look Vejiita was giving him... the prince needed something, there
was something... he didn’t understand. He would do anything if he could only
ease Vejiita’s pain.
Vejiita’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment
before he looked at Goku again, and his gaze was nearly pleading. Please...
Goku’s thumbs softly brushed Vejiita’s cheekbones. He loved him so much, and he
didn’t know how to tell him. He just wanted Vejiita... to feel it...
He brushed their lips together softly, kissing
Vejiita’s mouth gently, waiting for the slightest hint that the prince didn’t
want this. A very faint sound escaped Vejiita’s throat, a quiet ‘ah’, and for a
moment he did nothing, his lips soft and unresisting against Goku’s. Then, very
slowly, Vejiita began to kiss him back. The prince was hesitant, uncertain, and
Goku kissed him more fully, nipping at Vejiita’s lips, caressing his mouth,
feeling the heated rush of the prince’s unsteady breath. Very softly, he eased
his tongue into Vejiita’s mouth, his movements slow, achingly gentle. He heard
Vejiita give a short, jagged breath, felt him trembling, and let his arms drop
downward, pulling the prince fully against him.
His own lips parted in a surprised gasp as the
other Saiya-jin’s body touched his. Vejiita was aroused, already, he could feel
the prince’s body aching with need, could hear it in the trembling breaths
Vejiita released. He didn’t know why, didn’t understand why Vejiita wanted him
now, what had happened, but it didn’t matter. He let the thought fade, his
hands sliding downward to curve around Vejiita’s buttocks, pulling the prince
more firmly against him. Vejiita released a choked moan and Goku opened his eyes
slightly, watching the prince’s head fall backward as his lips parted.
He’s so beautiful...
Desperate to give Vejiita what he needed, Goku
rocked his hips against the prince’s, the friction making both of them gasp.
Vejiita’s hands tightly gripped his upper arms as the prince breathed through
parted lips, his eyes closed against flushed cheeks.
Breathing shallowly, Goku eased his hands away
from Vejiita, hearing the prince’s slight sound of protest, then rested his
grip against Vejiita’s waist. Shifting slightly, he pressed Vejiita’s legs
apart with his knee, bringing his thigh against Vejiita’s groin. Vejiita made a
short, bitten-off sound, his hips arching forward instinctively before the
prince tightened his body, fighting to keep still. Goku growled softly,
refusing to let Vejiita hold himself back, and slowly began to move his thigh,
rubbing rhythmically against Vejiita’s erection. Vejiita’s back arched and his
breath came in short, ragged bursts; soft, desperate whimpers escaping him
under the constant stimulation. Slowly, never ceasing the motion of his leg,
Goku slid his hands beneath Vejiita’s shirt, lightly brushing the prince’s
quivering stomach. Knowing instinctively not to tease, Goku lifted his fingers
to Vejiita’s nipples, messaging them softly, feeling them tighten and hearing
the prince give a short, ragged cry, his hands sliding up to grip Goku’s
shoulders.
Feeling Vejiita beginning to thrust slightly
against his thigh, Goku dropped his hand, catching the hem of Vejiita’s shirt.
Wrapping his other arm around Vejiita’s waist, he pulled him away from the wall
slightly, drawing the shirt over the prince’s head. It fell silently from his
fingers as he smoothed his hands up Vejiita’s sides, a soft sound escaping him
at the feel of the prince’s skin beneath his palms. Lowering his head, he
kissed Vejiita’s collarbone, then let his mouth slip down the curve of
Vejiita’s chest. He could feel Vejiita’s short, gasping breaths, his knee
slipping from between Vejiita’s thighs as he bent lower. Vejiita made a
near-agonized sound and Goku stroked gently down his back, then brought his
lips to Vejiita’s nipple. Vejiita’s body jerked as he nipped at the sensitive
bud, his fingers tightening on Goku’s shoulders. When Goku messaged his tongue
over it, then began to suckle strongly, Vejiita released a ragged moan, his
hands sliding upward to thread through Goku’s hair.
Goku released a harsh breath, hearing the soft,
desperate sounds escaping Vejiita’s throat. Grazing Vejiita’s nipple with his
teeth, Goku slowly brushed his fingers along the waistband of the sweatpants
the prince was wearing. Vejiita needed more, he wanted more, that much was
clear, but Goku... was afraid...
I’ll do something wrong... He’ll change his
mind, I...
Vejiita’s fingers tightened in his hair and Goku
closed his eyes for a moment, his lips still against the prince’s nipple.
Slowly, very slowly, he eased his fingers beneath the soft black material, his
palms slipping downward until he was cupping Vejiita’s hips, skin against skin.
He felt Vejiita’s breathing hitch, his hands splaying against Goku’s head, but
the prince didn’t push him away. Carefully, Goku drew the pants downward,
hearing Vejiita’s breath come harsh and fast as he gently uncovered him.
Sinking downward until he was kneeling before
the prince, Goku softly cupped the back of Vejiita’s knee, a slight pressure
urging him to lift his foot, and a moment later Goku let the clothing drop from
his fingers.
Vejiita could feel tiny, nervous tremors
wracking him as Kakarrot touched their lips together, the other Saiya-jin’s
mouth very soft against his. He had been waiting, waiting for Kakarrot to
leave, and he had felt... so alone. And he had wanted what he couldn’t have,
what he didn’t deserve... He wanted what he feared. He was desperate, and so
very, very lonely...
And he was here now, the only other
person in the universe who was like him, the last person who could possibly
understand him, understand what it was like... And he wanted... to be touched,
he wanted to be wanted, even if it was only for the briefest moment. He
wanted to be able to pretend that it was possible for him, to have what he had
seen so many others share. If Kakarrot would show him, just for a moment, he
would never ask for anything again.
He thought of their fight, how Kakarrot had
beaten him. Just for a moment, he’d thought he would win, until the other
Saiya-jin had turned on him with astonishing power... And he had been defeated
again. But, somehow, his loss... it was not... what he had expected.
Vejiita’s breathing caught as Kakarrot’s tongue
eased between his lips, slipping warmly into his mouth. He felt the heat in his
body, knew that he wanted... The tremors were sweeping him more violently now,
and he fought to be still, not to betray what he felt, but then Kakarrot’s arms
were around him, and the other Saiya-jin pulled him against his chest.
His breathing was quick and shuddering as he
felt the hardness of Kakarrot’s body pressed to his, and he wanted it... He
wanted it so badly...
Oh God, please... Please, for just one moment
let me feel, let me understand... But I’m afraid... I know that I’m weak but...
help me, please...
He had never, never experienced such a need, the
yearning he felt for Kakarrot. With Bulma it had never been like this,
it had been fast and rough and frantic. He had been in control, he had taken
her... He had not hurt her. He knew, he knew that much. But it had come
close, terribly close. She never knew how very near he had been, the craving
that had filled him, just to hurt... To do to her what had been done to
him. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t, and he stopped himself.
Now he was not in control. Kakarrot had him, he
would take him, he would do to him... whatever it was he wanted... Vejiita
wanted it, he deserved it... He was the weaker, Kakarrot had beaten him... He
wanted the other Saiya-jin to take him, and he was terrified. But he didn’t
think... he thought that Kakarrot, maybe, would not hurt him.
Goku’s fingers skimmed down his sides, sliding
around to cup his buttocks through his pants, pulling them tightly together,
and Vejiita gasped, his head falling back as his eyes closed, pleasure lancing
through him at the contact.
Yes.... this...
this is what I don’t understand... Why can he touch me and make me feel this
way? No one else, no one ever...
Vejiita gasped, blindly gripping Goku’s arms as
the other Saiya-jin rocked toward him, rubbing their groins together.
I... I...
Vejiita stifled the moan that rose in his
throat, unwilling to let it escape, but then, as Goku’s hands fell away from
him, a soft protest slipped from him without thought.
No, I want... I want this...
But a moment later Vejiita could feel Goku’s
knee, pressing against him, forcing his legs apart, and then the other
Saiya-jin was leaning toward him, and Vejiita released a short cry as Goku’s
thigh pressed against him. He jerked forward instinctively, into the touch,
then abruptly pulled himself back, unwilling, even now, to let Kakarrot know
how deeply he was affecting him.
I can’t... can’t feel. I can’t let him touch me
like this... I need... I need my pride, it... is all I have. If he knows what
he does to me, I-
Vejiita’s thoughts were abruptly cut off, lost
as Goku slowly lifted his leg, beginning to rub against Vejiita’s hardness, and
the prince gasped, his back arching as his breathing turned ragged. The prince
shivered violently, the sensations Goku was causing nearly excruciating. He
could hear himself whimper, couldn’t stop it as his world narrowed to the
friction between his legs, the gentle movement against his erection.
God, never... never been touched here...
except... when... But it never, never felt... like this...
Then Goku’s hands were sliding beneath his
shirt, brushing his stomach to touch his nipples, and Vejiita cried out softly,
his hands slipping to Goku’s shoulders. It was too much, and he could feel
himself begin to rock against Kakarrot’s thigh, desperate for more of that
touch.
Goku’s hands dropped suddenly, and caught the
hem of his shirt, the larger Saiya-jin’s arm sliding around Vejiita’s back and
pulling him from the wall long enough to carefully draw the shirt over his
head. He dropped it quietly and Vejiita couldn’t even think of protesting as
the other Saiya-jin’s hands smoothed up his sides, the warmth of his palms
sending prickles across his skin, and a moment later he gently kissed Vejiita’s
collarbone. His mouth trailed over Vejiita’s chest, tongue flicking out to
taste him, and Vejiita breathed shortly, gasping for breath, struggling to stay
in control.
Then, as Goku bent lower, his knee slid from
between Vejiita’s thighs, and the prince couldn’t contain a moan of
disappointment. Goku softly stroked his back, and then Vejiita’s eyes snapped
opened and his body jerked, his hands tightening on Goku’s shoulders as the
other Saiya-jin lightly brushed his lips over Vejiita’s nipple. He gasped as
Goku nipped slightly, then the other Saiya-jin’s tongue smoothed over it in a
firm, licking motion before Kakarrot began to... to suck gently.
Vejiita’s eyes half-closed again, a moan easing
from his throat at the odd sensation, and his hands rose to tangle in Goku’s
hair.
He- I- What is he doing?! He’s touching me like... No one has ever done this
before... But I... God... It feels... Please, I need something, but I can’t...
I can’t ask. I could never ask him, I...
Vejiita’s cheeks flushed as he heard himself
emitting short, soft whimpers, but he couldn’t stop. He choked as he felt
Goku’s teeth graze his nipple, a twinge of fear shooting through him even as the
touch gave him pleasure. A moment later Kakarrot’s fingers were softly grazing
his waist, tracing the waistband of his pants, and he shivered without thought,
his hands tightening in Goku’s hair.
The other Saiya-jin went still for a moment, and
Vejiita held in a moan.
Please... Please,
I can’t... I can’t, I need more than this, but...
Then his body tightened, muscles clenching as
the tips of Kakarrot’s fingers slipped beneath his pants, his hands slowly
sliding inside, until the bigger Saiya-jin’s fingers were curling over his
hips. Vejiita’s breathing hitched and he could feel his heart beating wildly in
his throat as his hands splayed against Goku’s head, biting his lip as his eyes
closed briefly.
And then Kakarrot’s hands were stroking
downward, stripping the clothing away, and Vejiita could hear his own breathing
harshly in his ears.
Oh God, what are you doing, what are you doing?! You know this, you know where it leads, why
are you letting him-?! What are you doing with him, why are you letting him touch
you?! This low-class fool is putting his hands on you, the prince of the
Saiya-jin, and you know what’s going to happen and it’s going to hurt
and you should stop him!! Oh God, I don’t care, I don’t care anymore, I
can’t, I’m so tired of this, I just want it to be over, and maybe if I just let
him it will end. Maybe then I can finally stop caring, and that would be worth
it. It would be worth the pain because I can’t take this anymore....
...Oh God, please, please, please don’t hurt
me... please...
Now Kakarrot was on his knees, and his hand,
warm and strong, curled around the back of Vejiita’s knee, pressing lightly,
and Vejiita numbly lifted his foot, feeling tremors shake his body as he
watched the other Saiya-jin toss the pants aside, leaving him naked. His hands
blindly splayed against the coolness of the wall behind him as he looked down
at Goku, terrified but still somehow wanting... In some sick, twisted
way, he wanted to feel the pain. It was the only thing that was familiar now.
Kakarrot looked up at him briefly, his dark eyes
clouded and unreadable, before lifting his hand, and Vejiita twitched as it
came to rest on his thigh and was still. For Vejiita, the tension heightened
unbearably as he waited for the other to do something, and he flushed as
he began to tremble.
"K-Kakarrot..." The words slid from
his lips unbidden. "Oh God..."
He tensed once more as Kakarrot leaned forward,
softly brushing his face against Vejiita’s thigh, and the prince jumped
slightly as the other laid a light kiss against his skin.
"Vejiita," he answered simply, his
voice a barely-discernible whisper.
And he was leaning forward once more, Vejiita
watching him as he pressed his lips against the prince’s thigh, just above his
knee, his hand curving around to support the back of Vejiita’s leg. Vejiita
continued to tremble, his muscles shivering as Kakarrot began to kiss his way
up his thigh, moving slowly, pausing to flick out with his tongue or nip gently
with his teeth.
"Oh God," Vejiita whispered again,
unable to deny the spikes of pleasure that shot through him beneath Kakarrot’s
touch, but still desperately afraid.
Goku’s hands slid around behind him, lightly
feathering over his buttocks before gently, gently taking Vejiita’s tail
in his fingers. The prince released a short, sharp cry, hunching forward
slightly as his hand slid into Goku’s hair once more, fingers fisting in the
black strands as pleasure spiraled through him. Goku slipped his fingers deeply
into the fur, kneading and stroking until Vejiita was shaking, soft, sobbing
whimpers escaping him as he braced himself with another hand on Goku’s
shoulder. He felt the larger Saiya-jin softly kiss his hip before stroking
fully down the length of his tail, and he cried out, his eyes closing as his
knees buckled and he sank toward the floor. A moment later a strong arm was
wrapping around his waist, supporting him against a solid chest, and he
breathed raggedly, his fear momentarily lost in the intensity of the feelings
shooting through him. Goku shifted slightly, touching Vejiita’s chin with his
fingertips and tipping his head back. The other’s mouth met his in a heated
kiss, Goku’s tongue sliding between his lips to twine with his, and Vejiita
could do nothing but respond to him, his hand rising to curl around the back of
Kakarrot’s neck as his eyes closed. Goku’s arms slid around him, pulling their
bodies tightly together, and Vejiita broke the kiss, pulling his head back with
a gasp as his erection was pressed to Goku’s, nothing but the loose pants the
other was wearing separating them.
Then Goku was suddenly shifting, pulling Vejiita
into his arms and lifting him as he rose to his feet. The prince gasped
in surprise, flushing slightly as Goku cradled him like a child, then took a
shallow breath, shivering as the other Saiya-jin stepped toward the bed.
Goku laid Vejiita down gently, searching the
prince’s face as the other Saiya-jin gazed up at him. The dark eyes were hazed
with desire, but behind it was stark fear, and he knew the tremors that had
wracked the prince for the past minutes had not been caused only by pleasure.
In truth, he was amazed that Vejiita had not asked him to stop, as he was
clearly terrified; Goku could feel the emotion trembling against his thoughts
without conscious effort.
But God, he wanted him. His entire body
was tight with need, with the need to love his prince completely. He wanted so
badly to make it right for Vejiita, to take away his fear, to show him that
there didn’t have to be pain. But he was afraid, too. Afraid he would
disappoint, afraid he would fail, that he wouldn’t give him enough, wouldn’t
know what to do... It had been so long; he had never been with anyone but
Chichi, and now he was here, with a passionate, fiery prince who had
experienced things in this situation that no one should ever have to suffer.
And he was desperately afraid that he would hurt him.
Oh God, please... Please, I love him so much,
please let me make this good for him...
Sliding up the bed until he was resting
alongside him, Goku again touched his lips to Vejiita’s, more gently this time,
his tongue again in the prince’s mouth, but stroking, teasing, tasting him
as his hand brushed over Vejiita’s cheek, down his shoulder to rest against his
chest. He felt Vejiita’s hand come up, the prince’s fingers brushing his jaw in
a trembling caress, and moaned softly in encouragement.
A moment later he broke the kiss, pressing his
lips to Vejiita’s chin, his throat, feeling the prince’s hitching breaths as
his mouth trailed a path down his body. He paused at his stomach, letting his
tongue follow the ridges of Vejiita’s muscles, hearing the prince gasp as he
did so, his hand smoothing down Vejiita’s thigh. A moment later he lifted his
head, wanting to see how Vejiita would react as he let his hand slip around to
stroke up the inside of the prince’s leg.
Vejiita released a soft whimper, his back
arching slightly, sweat shining on his forehead as his muscles quivered
faintly. Still watching him, Goku slowly trailed his hand higher, until his
fingers lightly brushed through the dark curls at the other Saiya-jin’s groin.
Vejiita jumped, pressing his head back against the pillow as a ragged gasp
escaped him, and Goku could feel him trembling. Shivering faintly himself, he
brushed his hand along Vejiita’s length, the touch barely there, just the
slightest whisper against him.
Vejiita tensed, his lips parting in a silent
gasp, his body becoming taught and still as he waited. Drawing a shallow,
nervous breath, Goku gently let his fingers wrap around Vejiita’s arousal,
keeping his touch careful, easy. Vejiita made an odd, strangled sound, his body
rearing forward slightly and he half-braced himself on his elbow, his head
falling back as his eyes closed.
Gently, softly, Goku tightened his fingers and
stroked Vejiita’s length. The prince fell back against the bed, his back
arching as his hands tangled in the sheets.
He tossed his head from side to side as Goku
continued to stroke him, low, throaty whimpers and gasps escaping him.
"Oh God... Oh God," he moaned,
his eyes tightly closed as he bit down on his lip.
Goku’s breath caught as he watched him, and he
shuddered with need, but would not give into it, would not give into the
urge to simply take Vejiita.
I need this to be good for him. I don’t care...
I don’t care about me, I just want to give him everything he needs...
He remembered suddenly, something Chichi had
done to him once or twice, when she’d been feeling particularly passionate, and
a faint smile touched his lips as his dark eyes narrowed on the prince’s face.
He wondered how Vejiita would react...
Vejiita clenched his teeth, fighting to keep
from crying aloud as hot waves of pleasure rushed through him beneath
Kakarrot’s fingers. He was rocking his hips, moving against Kakarrot’s hand as he
gasped for breath, unable to think of anything, any moment beyond this one.
I never thought... I didn’t know...
He felt like he was dying, there had never been
anything like this, something deep and instinctive and so desperately good.
And he needed it, needed this feeling, even as he knew it couldn’t last, that
the moment would vanish and he would never be able to hold on to it. But for
now it didn’t matter, because Kakarrot’s hand was on him, touching him,
stroking him, and he couldn’t bear it, but he could not give it up.
Then the touch fell away as Kakarrot pulled his
hand back, and Vejiita’s breathing caught in dismay. Oh, God, please no,
don’t stop, please...
And then he choked, a tearing, ragged gasp
wrenched from him as there was heat, and wetness, and warm softness closing
over him. He moaned deeply, shivering, feeling Kakarrot’s hair brushing his
thighs, and he couldn’t believe, but his mouth...
He let out a low, short cry as the other
Saiya-jin’s tongue slid over him, and hissed, his lips curling back from
clenched teeth as he struggled to remain quiet. Then Goku began to suck gently
and he drew in a sobbing breath.
"Oh God, yes... yes, yes..."
Kakarrot’s mouth and tongue and teeth were doing
things to him he had never imagined, had never even considered, and he could
feel a tightness, something building inside of him as he gasped and trembled
beneath the other Saiya-jin’s touch. He hadn’t though... it would be like this,
hadn’t known Kakarrot would touch him this way, that it could ever feel like
this. And it was precious and new and gentle, and he had never felt so
vulnerable, so open in his entire life.
I think he... this... I feel... for him...
He moaned, then, desperately, his body aching
with pleasure, and he felt Goku’s hands come down on his hips, holding him
still as he tried to move. Groaning, he brushed his hands over Goku’s, panting.
And then the other Saiya-jin’s lips and tongue caressed his entire length, his
teeth scraping gently, and Vejiita convulsed, crying out as the world exploded
and he couldn’t breath or think, could only feel as his release swept over him.
It was a long time before he came back to
himself, his breathing fast and unsteady. He realized that he was trembling,
curled up on himself, his body slicked with sweat and passion, and he slowly
opened his eyes.
Kakarrot was lying beside him, his dark gaze
gentle and concerned on Vejiita’s face. The bigger Saiya-jin’s hand reached
toward him, brushed over his cheek, and Vejiita realized he was crying only as Goku
wiped the tears away.
"Vejiita...?" he whispered, "Are
you all right?"
Vejiita took a slow breath, licking his lips and
closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the looseness of his body, the warmth in
his muscles. Hesitantly, he smoothed his hand over Kakarrot’s chest, nodding.
Suddenly he felt the sharp burn of tears in his eyes again, and leaned forward,
pressing his face to the chest his hand had just touched as his arm slid around
Goku’s waist. Kakarrot had given him something he would never be able to repay,
given him one priceless moment of warmth and happiness, and it was too much to
bear. Because the moment was fleeting, already it was leaving, and he knew that
he could not make it stay. It was a miracle, an odd twist of fate that he had
ever been able to experience it at all.
He felt Kakarrot’s hand smoothing over his
shoulder, rubbing his back as the other Saiya-jin kissed his hair softly. He
could feel the length of Goku’s body, pressed to his, and suddenly realized
that the other man was still hard, remembered that he had never been satisfied.
He shifted slightly, his mouth dry as he rested his cheek against the other
Saiya-jin’s chest. He could take him. Kakarrot could use him, could be inside
him. He had given Vejiita something unbelievably precious and... it was the
least he could do.
He drew back slightly, drawing a trembling
breath. "Kakarrot..."
Goku’s eyes met his. "Hm?" he murmured
softly.
"I want... You can..." Vejiita closed
his eyes briefly. "Take me."
Kakarrot stared at him for a long moment,
seemingly uncomprehending. Then he reached out, cupping Vejiita’s cheek in his
palm as he softly smoothed his thumb over the prince’s lower lip.
"Vejiita... are you sure?"
...Pain, and blood, bent over the table as
claws racked across his back. Complete, hopeless humiliation and despair as the
alien slammed into him again and again...
"Yes..." he whispered.
Goku looked at him for another moment, his eyes
considering, then he slowly slid from the bed, and Vejiita stared after him as
he left the room. What the hell...?
A minute later he returned, setting something on
the table beside the bed before stripping off his clothing and crawling up
beside Vejiita again, looking down into the prince’s face. Vejiita could feel
his breathing become shallow, his eyes too wide as he looked up at the other
Saiya-jin. Goku lowered his head, gently kissing Vejiita’s nose, and the prince
nearly released a nervous laugh at the incongruity of the action. Kakarrot’s
hand gently curved over his shoulder, then smoothed across his chest, the other
Saiya-jin’s eyes still not leaving his.
"You’re afraid..." he whispered, no
trace of mockery in his voice.
Vejiita could feel himself blush as he glanced
to the side for a moment. "I-I-"
"It’s all right," Goku murmured,
lowering his head and gently kissing Vejiita’s lips. Vejiita’s eyes closed as
their tongues met, feeling Kakarrot’s hand smooth over his body...
He could not believe, could not understand why
Kakarrot was doing this, as the other Saiya-jin touched and teased and kissed
him, until he was aroused once more, panting and shaking beneath him as
Kakarrot’s tongue explored his body. The other Saiya-jin was going slow, his
touches hot and gentle, smoothing over Vejiita’s skin with infinite care, and the
prince could feel tears in his eyes once more, unable to understand Goku’s
gentleness.
Finally the other Saiya-jin was kneeling between
his legs, looking down at him, and Vejiita swallowed, trying to be still, to
keep from trembling. Kakarrot had given him so much, it should not be so very
hard, to do this for him...
...Warm streaks of red dribbling down his
thighs, ribs cracking beneath vicious blows, tears and agony mingling with the
shame...
Vejiita could hear his own breathing, loud and
uneven in his ears, and swallowed, tried to be quiet, as Goku leaned across
him, reached for something on the table. He gazed at the other Saiya-jin
blankly as he opened a small tube, squeezing something onto his fingers. Then
Kakarrot’s hand dropped, and he was touching him.
Vejiita gasped in shock, his eyes widening as he
felt something cool and slick pressed against him, Goku’s fingers pressing into
him, and he looked at him, trying to understand what he was doing. Goku caught
his gaze and Vejiita saw him flush faintly. He lifted a shoulder slightly, not
stopping what he was doing.
"You told me," his voice was quiet,
gentle, "that it hurt, inside... That... that bastard tore you..."
Vejiita bit his lip, feeling Goku’s fingers slide inside him. "I
thought if I used this... maybe it wouldn’t hurt you. It’s just lotion."
Vejiita closed his eyes, that emotion
filling him again, an emotion he didn’t want to look at too closely, didn’t
want to put a name on. He was painfully touched by Kakarrot’s words, by his
consideration, and he drew in an unsteady breath as Goku finished... preparing
him.
He could still feel the fear, in the background,
clamoring at him as Goku slid toward him, looking down at him, but he refused
to give rein to it, laying still as he waited for the other Saiya-jin to claim
him.
"Vejiita..." Goku’s voice was a
barely-audible whisper as he set his hands on the prince’s hips, and then
Vejiita could feel him, and he fought to keep his body relaxed, knowing that
tightening up would only cause more pain. He was gritting his teeth, his eyes
closed and his hands curled into fists in preparation for the invasion. And
then it came and the breath rushed from his lungs, his lips parting in a silent
sound of surprise, his eyes snapping open.
The discomfort was slight at best as Goku filled
him. There was no agonizing pain, no slow, forced entrance. He looked up at the
other Saiya-jin’s face, saw that his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted
and his cheeks flushed. And he was all the way in, and it did not hurt.
He could not believe it but-
Vejiita’s back arched and he gasped, sudden, hot
pleasure streaking through him as Goku rocked his hips against him. Slowly, he
cracked his eyes open, looking up to find the other Saiya-jin looking at him as
well, panting slightly, and he wondered wildly if this was some strange
mistake. The Goku thrust into him again, and he cried out, squeezing his eyes
shut once more, as the feeling spiked low in his abdomen.
Oh God, oh my God! I can’t, I can’t... How..?!
Goku began to move inside him more confidently,
then, and Vejiita found himself matching him, biting his lip and moaning at the
heat, the friction, the incredible pleasure the sensation caused.
Oh... this... I never would have believed...
I could not have... I... This is what
I need and... please, God, thank you... Oh God!
And that heat was inside him again, that low,
building excitement, a desperate, instinctive need to find completion. He was
close, could feel it coming as his hands reached down to grip Goku’s forearms
where the Saiya-jin was bracing himself on the bed. He could hear Kakarrot
gasping, knew he was there, too, and a moment later he was flying once again as
the world disappeared in a white haze, the pleasure blinding, and even as he
screamed his release, he wondered what he would do tomorrow, when everything
was over. What would he do when he was alone again, when this escape from his
reality ended?
Then Goku was on top of him, his breathing harsh
and ragged, their bodies hot and slick with sweat as they pressed together, and
Vejiita closed his eyes, letting the other Saiya-jin’s weight press him into
the bed, his arms lifting of their own accord to wrap around him.
And then he froze, his eyes opening again as his
entire body stiffened, trying to understand what was happening. Goku’s breath
was hot as it feathered against his ear, the other Saiya-jin’s voice tight and
trembling.
"I love you, Vejiita... I love you..."
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