Saiyan Enlightenment
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Saiyan
Enlightenment
Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
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that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started reading
it, not knowing what it was and they’ll keep reading it forever just because
this is the fic that never ends…
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
you should go read MoP.
sex and fighting for ‘dominance.’ As
well as LEMONS. Homosexuality (two male
Saiyans boinking (having sex), actualour,our, because Trunks & Goten get
laid too) Dirty language probably.
change (let us all pray it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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The
clothes tore easily, Kakarot’s clothes always tore easily.
naked. Stupid cloth.
onto the arm, kept it twisted behind his back right at the point of pain, and
felt Kakarot shaking under him, making some noise that was between a growl and
a whimper. Didn’t particularily
care.
How
dare the idiot go off and train himself like that!
How
dare he waste Vegeta’s time. Didn’t he
have any fucking clue how important it was to train your natural impulses?
the sort of fury a wild Saiyan could unleash on it. Vegeta wasn’t going to keep up this stupid game if Kakarot wasn’t
going to play by the rules. He had
better things to do with his fucking time than to fight someone who hadn’t been
sleeping for a week because he wanted to exhaust himself out of being a real
threat.
Idiot.
Moron.
He
pulled his glove off with his teeth.
Tossed it against the wall and leaned forward, pressed his still-clothed
hips against Kakarot’s naked ones, leaned over his back and pressed his teeth
against he shoulder blade that was prominently displayed.
Kakarot’s mouth, felt the lips part and he grinned, felt the mouth close around
his fingers and teeth dug into them as Kakarot sucked.
blood there that made Kakarot’s hips jerk back against his and he chuckled.
Pulled
his fingers out of the mouth and moved them back, leaned his whole body back to
watch his fingers push into the body under him, saw them disappear into the hot
flesh under him. Grinned again and
heard Kakarot’s little whine, didn’t care.
He could whine all he wanted, because Vegeta had been very fucking
patient with him. Thinking that all
this time poor little Kakarot had been fighting against instincts hard enough
to exhaust himself and that wasn’t he case.
The idiot was doing it on purpose.
Wasting Vegeta’s time with stupid fucking half-fights because he was
afraid of what a Saiyan really was.
Oh
well.
He
pulled his finger back out of Kakarot’s body.
Jerked his pants out of the way and wiped what was left of the blood and
saliva on himself, curled his bleeding fingers around Kakarot’s hip and held
him still as he pushed into him with one almost violent stroke.
forward again, licked the bite he put on his lover, felt the arm between his
chest and Kakarot’s back and thought that he could probably let him go now.
“Vegeta,”
was the needy little whine, and he dropped down, lowered his upper body closer
to the floor and pushed back against the hardness that was buried inside of
him. Vegeta smirked.
him, tracing the spine. Didn’t feel
like he was being mean. Thought tha
th
the contrary, he was being almost entirely rational. Nice, even.
“What
Kakarot?” he replied. Moved, thrust
into him, just a little, pulled out only an inch or so and pushed back in, kept
his fingers on the scar and felt that his lover’s whole body was shaking at
that. Finished tracing the long spine
down to the hips and moved both his hands down, to wrap around the waist, hold
him still as he waited for whatever it was that Kakarot was going to say.
There
was another whining noise. “Vegeta.”
That
was enough for him. He curled his hands
tighter against Kakarot’s skin and thrust into him. Felt a strange sense of déjà vu that almost made him sick and
wondered where the tail was, remembered doing this before and there had been a
tail wrapped around the prone back, had to blink, forget the past as Kakarot
snarled something and pushed back with every thrust into him.
Vegeta
moved harder, pushed into him with more power, felt the tightening heat around
him, the strangeness of it and the way that anger wasn’t growing in him but
bleeding out of him, and he became increasingly aware of just what the hell it
was he was doing.
~~~***
There
for a few moments it was fine. There
was no room to think, only the will to feel it as it happened, the fingers in his
mouth that tasted just like Vegeta always tasted, tinged with blood and the
hands on him. The sting on his back
when teeth broke through his skin and he was fine. There was no room to think.
pushed into him and he felt the strange twist of pleasure and pain and wanted
it, more of it, all of it, and when Vegeta pushed into him, it was his to
have. But it changed.
head down, pressed it against the floor, felt the hardness inside of him like
it was all the way up inside of him, touching every single part of him from the
inside out until he was full to bursting from it. Felt the movement of it, the way it almost hurt but not quite and
then it changed again.
Vegeta
stopped. Uncurled his hands, and when Goku
lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, he found that Vegeta was just
looking at his back like he couldn’t figure out who he was.
world, mind you, and he was already tired, already worn and annoyed.
aside with Vegeta knocking him to the ground.
Had been replaced by something much better, by need and want ane
we
whimpers that came out of him when he was impaled.
Now
it was stilled, now Vegeta was thinking and he groaned.
complicated and he hated it. Hated the
way every thought he had was a contradiction to his next thought.
what was right or wrong or if he was a Saiyan or a human.
think about all at once. Too much to
think about in little pieces.
Too
much to feel and he didn’t want to. He
just wanted to sleep. Just wanted to
feel Vegeta next to him, or inside him or around him. He didn’t care. Just
wanted that feeling. Whimpered
again. Felt the hand on his spine
again, fingers pressed to each vertebrae and he pushed back against the
hardness inside of him. Wanted Vegeta
to get back to what he had been doing a moment before and stop thinking.
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta said, leaned down, over him, shifted and pressed against his prostate
without even meaning to. “Am I hurting
you?”
shook his head, felt his breath being shoved out of his chest with every little
shift of Vegeta’s erection inside of him, curled his hands up into fists and
pressed them tight against the floor.
It was INSANE. Vegeta didn’t
seem to think he was telling the truth, but he didn’t sa.
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pulled back and moved his bare hand down,
between Goku’s legs were his erection was, throbbingly erect and needy.
Then
Vegeta started toe age again, just as quickly and with all his shifting every
stroke into him rubbed against his prostate, made him gasp and claw at the
ground for something real to hang onto as the bare hand moved on his erection
and he was being filled up, being stroked so completely, so knowingly.
pleasure that raced through his body, that all concentrated on the throbbing
between his legs and the feeling of fullness.
The thrusts that moved his whole body and rocked him, forced him to feel
the ticklish sort of electricity that raced up and down his spine.
Didn’t
even have the breath to think.
Just
panted and sweated and strove for it higher and higher like some sort of
animal. Needed the release, felt it on
the edge of his ability to stretch, like it was always just out of reach.
radiating power behind him, the hands on his slick skin and the way he was
being impaled with more force. All his
skin tingled and his hips ached with how desperately he needed to let go of it,
needed to feel it explode, needed it.
He felt the tears in his eyes—stupid false ones—felt the hardness harder
and stronger inside of him and pressed his palms against the floor so he could
shove his whole body back into the contact.
But
he slipped, couldn’t hold the traction to push back, so Vegeta curled his hand
tighter around his hip, held him still and thrust harder.
and it was impossible to tell whose labor breath filled the air, which
unuttered curse belonged to who.
The
hand on his erection lost its rhythm, tightened around him painfully and then
let go, moved up to his hips and yanked him forcibly back to meet every thrust
into him, made him move against Vegeta until his whole body was taunt like a
bow string and so painfully in need that he was really shedding tears now,
opened his mouth to make some noise, to get the pressure to leave, some
how. It had to leave, and dropped his
own hand down to his erection, jerked it twice and felt the scream that should
have been, but he didn’t have the oxygen for it as his body tightened up
impossibly one more time and then just exploded.
Relief
rushed through him and he felt himself collapsing, felt Vegeta release inside
of him, and didn’t care. He was warm,
and exhausted. So he collapsed and panted,
felt darkness coming over him and welcomed it entirely.
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Boo-yah!
Goku: didn’t I say
not the hallway?
Vegeta: Doesn’t
look like you were listened to.
Goku: That’s it
*starts tossing clothes into suitcase *
I quit. Find someone else to
write your lemons about missy.
Vegeta: *eyes go
rather large * No, Kakarot.
Goku: And why not?
Vegeta: You never
know who she’ll put me with!
Goku: *blink
* *starts unpacking things *
Jaygoose:
Noooooooooooooooo!~
the longer the story. Oi.
Saiyajin Neko:
Oh,
great!~ *throws a party *
Yeah! I didn’t lose a
reviewer. *sobs in happiness *
>
Macha:
That
does say a lot. *smirks *
Webtester 01:
Thanksie.
Mechanical butterfly:
I
love Piccolo and the ‘green’ thing that Vegeta does when he sees him.
And
*meep * I’m worried about Goku
too. And about what Vegeta is going to
say/do when Goku wakes up. Because he
did not seem happy about this extra training Goku was doing.
Mwhahahaah!
Power!
*cough
* Yeah…anywho…
Also, I have to point out that it’s just a little weird
how all of the stories have Macha, Webtester 01 and Mechanical Butterfly
reviewing in that order.
Weird!~~~~~~~ ;)