I stare fondly down at my little brother, curled up on his side, sleeping peacefully. As I watch, his body clenches into a tighter curl, his newly-wished tail wrapping his legs snugly. I pull the blankets over his gently, smirking a bit. He certainly has been amusing today.
Vegeta, Kakarot, and I had an unspoken agreement, to make no plans, decide on no definite direction, to just fuck around all day. So we spent a few hours in a lake, a few more running through a sweaty viridian jungle, and chased each other laughing over some vast glaciers. And the entire time, Kakarot kept running his tail through his fingers with a child�s delight. I�d turn and catch him sniffing it, or biting the tip lightly, laughing to himself.
Vegeta, for his part, left his waving behind him enticingly the whole day. I have to admit, it had me completely enthralled; Saiyan adults rarely let their tails slip from about their waists, unless in moments of high emotion. Childhood is the domain of that kind of freedom, tails weaving and dancing with abandon behind their owners at the least provocation. And even as a child, Vegeta had been unusually serious, circumspect in his expressions.
I pad back to the fire, glancing over at my prince who is gazing into the flames moodily. His face is blank, relaxed, his brow only very slightly furrowed, as though he is thinking. His auburn tail lays peacefully behind him, curled loosely against the log he sits on. His bare chest gleams softly in the firelight. He leans forward, resting his arms on his black- clad thighs. I can�t resist.
I move over next to him, and drop into a casual crouch. He looks up at me with nothing but mild curiosity. It seems today�s events have brought him some sort of peace. I look into those unreadable ebon eyes and reach out to delicately trace a finger along his jawline. Almost absently he tips his head away from my touch, and I let my fingers fall. Now seems as good a time as any. With a deep breath, I close my eyes and push at him.
The first taste of his mind is overwhelming, chaotic, even in his relaxed state. I have a sense of colors, dark greens and deep violets, and a bright flare of amber�the fire? Is that how he sees the fire? No�it�s the fire reflected on the hollow of my cheek. My eyes fly open, disoriented suddenly at seeing myself through his eyes and yet still seeing his face. I pull out of his mind rapidly. He is simply staring at me, one eyebrow cocked upwards quizzically. He has no idea what I�m doing. Cautiously, I push back in.
�Vegeta?� I ask, my hand resting open, palm up, on my thigh.
�Hm?� he responds lazily. I concentrate again and feel:
(ambergold, affectioncuriosity, what does he want?, blacksilk chaos, mine, pleasuretailflick, smells like soilearth warmed by the sun like that planet so long ago, blackblackblack shadesofblack, drown in it in his hair)
�How�how do you feel about my brother?� It�s so hard to concentrate; his thoughts are unbelievably intense, �loud�.
�Kakarot? I like him well enough I suppose.� (amusement, is he jealous?, fiercetriumph, wavesoflust, alabasterandebony, shadows across Kakarot�s face so beautiful, mine) �He�s a complete idiot, of course. I�d question his parentage if he didn�t look so much like Bardock. His father was a genius.� (OVERWHELMINGLONGING, melancholy, hazyfaint silver and indigo, father) �Why do you ask?�
�You were never�I mean, you seemed�you were never casual in your affections, Vegeta.� His name is delicious on my tongue, and I�m proud of the polite way I�ve managed to phrase it. Better than, Never figured you for a slut.
�So?� (amusement) Funny, laughter is a sort of brilliant spring green in his mind, like sunlight on leaves.
�I don�t want to see my brother hurt again. He adores you.� I know it�s true. Kakarot hides nothing on his face, it�s there every time he looks at our prince, leaves him starkly vulnerable.
�So is this the little speech where you tell me you�ll kill me or do something equally as vulgar if I break his heart?� (curiosity) A high, ringing bell. (contempt) A dull grey threaded with brilliant red. (playfulness) The scent of the sea.
�No. Hurting Kakarot carries its own punishment. I�m not the one who metes it out.� He knows what I�m taking about, I can see it. The image of Kakarot, sobbing in my arms a few weeks ago, flashes through his mind, along with the smell of a rain storm.
�Hn.� His impassive face is a lie. I smile suddenly, and reach out again, this time to grab his agitated tail, flickering behind him. He starts, frowning at me furiously. (how DARE he! brightspark of pleasure, tingle, i remember him, i remember this, anticipation)
�Vegeta,� I purr, rolling the familiarity over my lips slowly, rubbing the rich, soft pelt of his tail between my thumb and forefinger experimentally. The brilliant flash of sensuality I get from him nearly sends me over on my ass. He coolly pulls his tail from my grasp, snaking it slowly away. How can he keep that bland face when he�s experiencing intense shocks the likes of which would have me swooning? My respect for him grows.
�Yes, Raditz?� he replies mildly, but it�s too much of an advantage, seeing into his mind like this. (need) Deep blue, the ocean at twilight. (lust) Burning crimson, taste of fresh blood and fire. (control) The sharp tang-scent of steel. It gives me courage I never thought possible.
I lean forward, closing the distance between us, planting my callused hands on either side of him, the rough, paper-like bark of the log flaking under my fingers. He merely watches me, and I smile, closing that last bit of distance a nip down lightly on his full lower lip. The sudden image I get sends me mentally reeling.
He�s remembering me. Remembering me so many years ago, to him, and gods, was I ever that beautiful? Even when I was young and brash? His recollection isn�t the slightest bit hazy, and I know that the scars his mind paints across my torso are mostly accurate, the sweep of my hair that I see in the mirror every day. Along with it comes an overpowering scent memory, musk and sweat and blood and earth, the soil is something he associates with me strongly. With this image comes an overwhelming affection for the memory, for the person I was over twenty years ago, coupled with a slowly dawning realization, for me at least. He loved me. At least, he loved me then. He didn�t know himself at the time, but from his current, more experienced perspective, he knows that he did.
Overlaying all this is a sense of anticipation, balanced with a knife- edge curiosity. He remembers me before I came to Earth, weak, hesitant, (notsafe). And he sees me now, and he doesn�t know which one I am any more. And�he wants to find out.
My surprise makes me stupid, I bite down harder than I meant to, drawing in the intoxicating tang of blood(lust). I moan into Vegeta�s mouth, and push him heavily off the log, tipping him backwards to sprawl on the moist jungle loam. I�m on top of him immediately, devouring his mouth, and he lets me. More, he loops muscled arms over my bull neck, and kisses me back.
This is no tender, sweet first kiss. It has nothing in common with the way I touch my brother. This is hunger personified, and I force my tongue past the barrier of his lips, sweeping through his mouth, wanting to drink him alive, drown in the taste of him. He fights back against me, biting down on my tongue in a glorious miniature explosion of pain and blood. Not a duel for dominance, but rather a vicious exchange of sensation. I dig my fingers into the dirt, cool particles slipping under my nails as I drop the full weight of my body atop him.
He grinds his hips into me, and I can feel the sharp prod of his erection with a sort of heady triumph. I push down more firmly into him, and his thoughts are turning into chaos, mad sensations of touch, color, taste, and smell that intermingle with my own thoughts, until I can�t tell what is his and what is mine.
It takes a supreme effort of will to pull myself away from his lips, ripe fruit that begs to be plundered. But there�s more to taste here, and I�m greedy. I want it all. I hear the whimper in his head as I pull back, but it doesn�t pass his lips. Regardless, I smile down at him ferally before moving to his neck, tasting the sweat soaked flesh there delicately, and murmuring soothing words into his ear in the old Saiyan tongue.
It�s so hard not to just take a mouthful of the taut flesh here and bite into it. But I�m horny, not suicidal. I have no right to mark my prince in such a way, at least not until he does it first. Which I intend to happen, but not yet. I trail my mouth down to his collarbone to avoid temptation, and here I do bite, the warm press of flesh in my mouth electric. He arches up under me, moaning, and rakes his nails across my bare back. I can feel the blood spring to the surface in eight neat furrows.
It�s indescribable, the sensation of his flesh in my teeth, scrape of bone against elongated canines. I suck at it hard, brining the blood to the surface in a lovely spray of red and purple, just under the skin. I hear a low snarl from my prince, and know that I might have gone too far, from the flashes of sudden surprise turning to outrage. But I have an ace up my sleeve.
I let my mind open to him, let him feel the incredible rush it is to be on top of him, tasting him, feeling his arousal shoved rudely into my hip. Let him see how beautiful he is, let the wave of (affectiondesireneed) crash through his mind. I hear the gasp mentally and physically, and I smile into his neck. While he is still reeling from the shock of it, I capture one nipple in my mouth, circling my tongue around it roughly, then tugging at it gently with my teeth.
Then something happens that I didn�t predict, didn�t think of. I feel Vegeta�s reaction to my mouth, the pleasure of it, and he feels my pleasure in his flesh, and my reaction to his pleasure and�I pull back abruptly, mentally and physically, staring down at him. His inky eyes blink hugely up at me, his swollen lips falling open soundlessly. Both of us shudder slightly as the aftershocks die.
�What the hell was that?� he asks softly.
�Careful what you wish for�� I respond, my mind suddenly racing with the possibilities. I drop my body down again, this time aligning our hips, and press my erection into his with a slow roll, re-opening the connection at the same time.
I practically leap from his body, almost coming from the sheer, excruciating thrill. Panting heavily, his eyes narrowed as he attempt to control himself, Vegeta snarls, �This is what you wished for? To fuck me?�
�Well, sort of,� I answer heavily, trying to stop my body from dropping onto him again and humping his leg like a dog. I�m not really sure I should answer; he�s bound to be seriously pissed. But then again, I do have a way of cutting things off if he decides to leave. Heh. �Actually, I wished for us to have a mental connection.�
�You WHAT?!� Oh yeah, he�s ticked. Vegeta sits up, his face darkening dangerously, and raises his hands to shove me off�
So I collapse on top of him again, shutting his mouth with my tongue, rubbing against him while I savor his thoughts again, let him contemplate mine. His protests melt wordlessly into a needy groan as the electricity flares between us once more. But this is making it as hard for me to control myself as for him, so I decide to experiment a little. Carefully, I try to somewhat restrict the flow between us, damp it down a little. To my delight, it works...I can still feel what he�s feeling, but not as strongly, as overwhelmingly.
Unfortunately, that control goes both ways, and as I watch, a small frown forms on Vegeta�s lips�I dip my head quickly to lave over his nipple again with my tongue, and he settles back with a soft sigh, arching his back slightly. I move to his other nipple, circling it slowly, planting soft, open mouth kisses on his chest, as I feel my own nipples harden at the attention to his. This has definite�possibilities.
I move back, and sit on the ground, my back propped up against the log. I pull Vegeta to follow, but he�s regained enough mastery of his own body to crawl into my lap on his own, straddling my waist. I feel a flare of desire at the sight of his catlike crawl, the feel of his powerful thighs slipping around me, and I hold it out to him like a gift. Grinning, he leans in and whispers his mouth along my jawline, then pushes forward to bury his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. (OHHgods, that smell, he wants me so much, mine). I wrap my arms around his waist, and use one hand to stroke along the length of his tail. He falls forward into me with a burst of (OH! sweetsharpscarlet).
The feel of his fevered flesh against mine sparks a frenzy in me. I have to have more, if I don�t, I�m sure my brain will explode in frustration. Growling, I rip the flimsy material of his shorts, throwing the shreds of cloth aside, and do the same for myself. I can feel the slow trickle of sweat on his inner thighs, pressed against my hips, the tip of his tail flickering across my knees in my grasp, the tight muscles of his ass. The distraction makes me lose the little bit of control I have over the link, and the full force of reflected pleasure consumes me.
There�s no longer any sense of him or me, no names for the parts of the body I stroke, no difference. It�s all skin and fur and ecstasy. Every bit of our bodies are aroused, and I think�I think we�re rubbing against each other, rutting in the dirt, straining sweaty flesh, but how or why means nothing. Our thoughts are perfectly synchronized, (WANTNEEDTOUCH) and I know that we move together, sliding over and under and across each other.
There are brief flashes of coherency. Vegeta�s tail twined around my hand. A rumbling groan in my ear that isn�t mine. The whisper of fingertips over someone�s nipples. His erection trapped flat against my stomach, my own tucked between his legs rubbing under his balls. My tail around his waist. His teeth at my shoulder, biting in deep. The musky scent of his hair, brushing along my cheek. None of these images have any reference to time, they�re like random pearls strung on a tangled thread. Precious, perfect.
I can feel something else building between us now as well, something bigger that threatens to wipe out all sense of self. I want it, badly, and so does my prince. We struggle towards it together, by twisting and rubbing and breathing and moaning. I can feel it, pricking at my spine, dancing behind my eyelids, curling through my muscles. And almost without warning, it�s there, like a tsunami or a hurricane, some force of nature that cannot be resisted, and it carries us(IweI) away, screaming.
I(we) shudder helplessly, and we(I) focus into one impossibly bright pinpoint of pleasure(agony). My(our) throat is ripped raw, and it is good. Our(my) muscles unknit themselves with the strain, and it is good. My(our) body explodes in liquid heat, coating us(me) with sticky residue. I(we) pant, struggling to regain control in the aftermath.
Slowly, so slowly, I come back to myself, and find myself tangled in him, staring into the most beautiful pair of black eyes I will ever see in my life. Dazed ebon that stares back, coming into focus. �Gods,� I whisper, breath tickling over his parted lips, and it isn�t enough. No words, nothing is enough to express what just happened. And so I open the link as wide as I can and pour it into him; every drop of devotion I have ever felt, any joy that has been mine because of him, every second I used thinking of him.
�My prince,� I murmur, still watching him. And he nods. He acknowledges it, accepts it, accepts me, accepts this, and he smiles. And everything, everything is suddenly worth it.
Later, maybe, I�ll think myself weak. Later, maybe, I�ll consider the implications. But nothing that can come will make this not worth it. Nothing can taint this, nothing at all. I settle my prince, my love, my life more comfortably into my arms, curling my body protectively around him, and watching as he slowly shutters his eyes closed, and his breathing deepens into a gentle sleep. I leave the link open for as long as it is present, listening to his tranquil mind and letting it lull me to my own sleep.
* * * * *
I awaken with a yawn, finding myself stuck to my prince, with him curled up against my chest. I grin broadly up at the morning sky, sunlight streaming through broad, dark green leaves. I wrap my arms around Vegeta once more and bury my nose in his hair. Mmm, sweat and some lingering woodsmoke from the fire that mingles deliciously with his own natural scent. I lick along the side of his jaw, long, slow strokes that allow me to taste the salty tang of him. He blinks his eyes open sleepily, looking up at me.
�Morning, Vegeta,� I greet him, and he raises his eyebrows at me.
�I am aware of that,� he replies archly.
I snort, and kiss the side of his neck. �Well, it�s nice to know that not even a mind blowing fuck takes the edge off of you.� I gently disentangle myself from him, mourning the loss of contact, but responding to necessity. We both stand, and I stretch, noting a record number of pops and crackles. My prince eyes me speculatively, a mysterious little grin quirking his lips. I wish the bond was still there; I have no idea what that smile means.
�Why don�t you go find Kakarot,� he suggests lightly, and I look over in surprise to where my brother had been sleeping. He�s gone. I nod and take to the air immediately. Unfortunately, the jungle we�re in is dense, and I can�t see him from up here�until I remember to look for his ki. Ah, he�s not far at all. I skim over the tree tops silently, hoping to surprise him.
He�s sitting on the bank of a large river, greenish and thick. He�s got his shirt off, and looks ready to jump into the water. Grinning, I shoot myself straight at him, and barrel us both into the water with an enormous splash that causes several alligators to swim away, vastly irritated with the break in their morning routine. The water is wonderfully cool, though not very clear, rich with silt and plant life.
I come up laughing, him spluttering, and he spins, dunking me unceremoniously. I push up against his hand in vain, because of course, he�s stronger than me. I, however, have a secret weapon. Reaching out, I flicker my fingers madly over his ribs, and he lets go with a shout, falling backwards. I surface and pounce on him, grinning down into his laughing face.
�I win,� I declare smugly, and he looks outraged.
�You do not! That�s so unfair, tickling isn�t allowed!�
�Why not?� I ask sensibly, and he slaps me across the chest.
�Because you�re not ticklish, Raditz.� He glares at me, but can�t hold the pose of mock anger for long. I push my dripping hair out of my face, and move to stand again, giving my brother a hand up.
�Yeah, but you�re about ten thousand times as strong as I am, so I think that evens things out,� I point out. He sighs, and nods solemnly.
�I suppose so. Hey,� he exclaims suddenly, face brightening again, and an uncharacteristically sly look crosses his usually open features. �Did you have fun with Vegeta last night?�
�What do you think?� I ask him bluntly, and he falls backward, laughing, into the water.
�I think you did,� he says to the jungle canopy.
�You don�t mind, do you?� I ask suddenly, worried that maybe he�s still clinging on to those Earth ideals of relationships. I would hate to hurt my little brother. But then, I don�t know that I can give Vegeta up.
�Why would I mind?� Kakarot asks, genuinely curious.
�Well, I mean, aren�t you Earth people generally monogamous?�
�I suppose so. Well, some of us. I don�t know. But I�m not really an Earth person anymore, am I?� The question is a good one, and I frown, thinking, as I wade out deeper into the water. I can feel little fish nibbling at my calves and thighs, and I peer down at them. Wow, those fish have really big teeth. They seem a little annoyed that those teeth aren�t doing anything other than tickling me.
When I first came here, a lifetime ago, Kakarot saw himself as an Earthling. He denied his Saiyan heritage loudly and violently. Somewhere along the way that must have changed, but I wasn�t sure what did it. He still seemed to think of himself as more human than Saiyan when he brought me back. But now�
�I don�t know. Are you?� I turn the question back on him, and he answers from his lazy back float.
�Maybe a little. But not as much as I used to be. I mean, I still feel very strongly about Earth, it�s my home. But being a Saiyan�it makes so many things make sense. So many urges, that I thought were bad or wrong, they�re not! It�s just the way we are.� The way he says �we� makes me smile for some reason, and I splash him lightly.
�Yeah it is.�
�But Raditz�you don�t expect me to stop�um�having sex with him, do you?� It�s funny how shy my brother can be around this subject. I shake my head as he looks over at me, and smile.
�No, not a bit. He�s a prince. Princes have the right to as many lovers as they choose. Better you than�oh, I dunno, Krillin or something.� I laugh. But the thought of sharing with Kakarot doesn�t feel like a burden at all. In fact, it has my mind reeling with possibilities.
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