The Meaning of Pride
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The Meaning of Pride
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Time
for the warnings portion:
A.
I own nothing but my own two hands.
All the characters portrayed here were kidnapped from their show DBZ and
forced to enact my wishes.
B.
Whilst mostly I strive to make this “in character” and not “AU” we must
all remember it is fanfiction. (I’m
tingting a bit snotty here, aren’t I?)
C.
Smut. Vegeta POV.
(That’s two boys bumping uglies, by the way.)
D.
If you didn’t read the warnings, you are on your own I have no sympathy
for you.
And
lastly:
Slash mailing list. Will probably be
posting it there and at AFF.net
~~***
So the routine changed. He ate breakfast with Kakarot in the morning, went to spend time
with Bulma (who was rounding out nicely and very annoyed with everyone that called
any sort of attention to the fact that she was pregnant,) sparred with the
tiniest Son until afternoon, ate lunch with his son (who was never seen with
Goten nowadays) and then spent the afternoon and evening either fighting with
Kakarot or having sex before having dinner and getting more sex out of the
bargain because apparently (as Kakarot informed him one day) he was absolute
irresistible.
Sparring with Goten was the oddest part of the
day. Because it was not something he
ld hld have seen himself doing just five short months ago.
asked) that he had better things to do with his time than to waste it trying to
fight with such an obviously unworthy (he wouldn’t have said unworthy, but
something along that vein) opponent.
Yet, here he was, everyday, fighting with the little bastard.
pretty damn fast for someone who hadn’t even surpassed intermediate level.
to take on the big boys.
Such reflections made him wonder just what the hell
Kakarot had done to him these past months that turned him into such a
considerate bastard. Like he cared that
the little twit was getting stronger and picking up on new moves and fighting
techniques. (Or acknowledged the fact
that somehow fighting with Vegeta allowed Goten to work through his angst about
what Trunks had idiotically said.)
He loved his son with every breath in his body, but
every now and again when he was in the kid’s presence he got annoyed just to be
sitting there in the presence of someone that could say something so
monumentally stupid. He had wanted to
punch the kid for saying it; didn’t, because Trunks was his son, and Trunks was
a kid who needed to figure these things out for himself.
of pride in sex, because there was no pride in sex at all really.
mate, could bring pleasure to him (or her) and that was it.
that he was the uke, and he wasn’t exactly handing out that information on
helpful pamphlets.
Then, of course, there was Kakarot himself.
Trunks or sometimes he just sat around and watched birds hatch out of their
eggs, or streams flow or he floated along all day caught in a draft of
wind. (What an odd, odd person he ended
up with.) It never failed, however,
that Kakarot showed up at three on the dot every day and was there for the rest
of the day until the morning to be with Vegeta. That sort of loyalty was shocking—but he should have expected
it.
Should have; did in a strange way where he thought
Kakarot would be loyal but wasn’t placing any bets on it.
how much Kakarot understood him, and how well he could adjust their lives
around each other and was always there, disgustingly dependable.
These cheerful reflections were driven straight out
of his mind when the mouth that had been panting against his nipples licked its
way down to his erection and reminded him that Kakarot was right there, proving
yet again, just how very irresistible (his words, not Vegeta’s) the Prince
was. First the tongue, broad and strong
and hot, and then his whole mouth.
Teeth against his erection that always made him hiss and jerk and think
that one day he was going to get even with the bastard for managing to make him
moan like that.
Pushed himself up onto his elbows just so he could
dip his head back and pant. Felt his
hips being lifted up so his legs opened wider, felt the throat swallow around
him, and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.
hands gripped the blankets under him.
He rocked his body, but didn’t thrust into the heat, just rocked and
panted, made those breathy little gasping sounds.
But only for Kakarot.
Felt the tongue on the underside of his erection
again, one hand holding him up by pressing a palm against the scar that had
been his tail. Felt the other fingers
teasing his entrance, running along all the skin around it and he thought that
one day this foreplay shit would kill him.
~~~***
There was the taste that he liked.
being a part of being an alien, because he remembered Chichi had been less than
enthusiastic about putting her mouth anywhere near his hips much less actually
on or around his erection.) Then there
was the noises that he could wring out of Vegeta. Those were like some symphony of lust that was perfectly
harmonized to please his discerning ear alone.
Those always made his whole body throb and tingle and more often than
anything else were what broke his patience and ended the foreplay in a hurry.
Then, of course, there was the fact that he could
make Vegeta writhe. Not very often, but
there were times with his dear Prince would just start tossing his head back
and forth and his whole body would start writhing and with the light cast on it
and the sleek bronzed skin it was even more beautiful and erotic than anything
he had seen in all his years. It was
just so primal, so inviting, so very ‘here I am, why the hell are you so far
away?’
There was the feel of skin as he ran his hands up and
down strong thighs, over the stomach, over his chest. Ran his hands down Vegeta’s back and felt all those muscles twist
and stretch and that was definitely a plus as well.
He let his fingers sink into Vegeta.
his lo(he (he thought that a good word for it) and saw that he was being
watched. Loved it when he was being
watched. Moved up and kissed him,
opened the smaller mouth with his and tasted Vegeta that way too.
contract around him.
Panted helplessly and heard Vegeta’s little chuckle
of triumph at that. Felt him turn
around, roll over and get the lube off the side table, then without rolling
back around, he slicked Goku and lifted one of his legs (very odd, considering
they were both on their sides still) and Goku moved, slid into him, felt
Vegeta’s leg hook around his and just stayed still for a moment.
every night. With Vegeta’s back to his
chest.
Thought it was painfully familiar, and let his eyes
drift closed.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said, “If you fall asleep now I
will make an eunuch out of you.” He was
craning his neck to look at him, and Goku smiled.
“As if I could fall asleep now,” he said in
return. Slipped his arms around Vegeta,
curled them tight around his chest, felt one of the Prince’s hands on his and
the other attended to his erection—which was pretty sexy just to watch, but he
was supposed to be doing something. And
he thrust into him, with no particular urgency. Just thrust into him lazily and thought that this was okay, if
they did it like this sometimes, because he could still feel all of Vegeta
against him even if he couldn’t see his face.
He heard his name being panted and smiled into the
shoulder his mouth was pressed against.
Licked the hot skin and moved with a bit more speed.
stroked himself faster. Jerkily,
almost.
Always a good show.
He shifted them a little bit, dropped one of his hands down to wrap around
Vegeta’s leg, pulled it up toward his chest and that allowed him to move deeper
and faster. His name fell into just
syllables coming from his lover’s throat, nonsensical things that drove
straight into his gut where the building pressure was going to kill him.
Still, he didn’t feel any particular urgency.
roll his head back, moved hard enough that they were rocking up and down on the
bed, but no more than that. Enjoyed the
slide into the that heat, felt the way his body was tightening, felt the way
Vegeta jerked and whimpered and then, all in one glorious moment, he exhaled,
released and went as limp as a boneless heap in his arms.
That was a great part of the day too.
Vegeta. So he pulled out, turned his
Princely-love bacto hto his back and set to licking his stomach clean, loved
that taste. Loved it all actually, but
especially the taste and the sight.
Felt hands in his hair and was pulled up to kiss Vegeta.
(This part was pretty nice too, because Vegeta tended
to get pissed if Goku didn’t come with him, and got pushy with him about
it.) He was pushed onto his back and a
hot hand wrapped around his erection, still slick from the lubrication and the
sweat, and he groaned, gripped Vegeta’s skin and heard the little chuckle.
“We’ve had this talk, Kakarot…”
Oh. Yes.
He was guided right back into Vegeta.
still breathing. Knew his eyes were
closed and his fists were curled tight.
The tension released and he breathed.
Panted, actually and opened his eyes long enough to see that Vegeta was
clearly amused by him.
“So why?” he tightened again.
brain, found that his ears were ringing and the voice in his mind was screaming
at him to just thrust into the heat and the tightness and give Vegeta what he
wanted already dammit. Then, another
part—the more torturous part—said: ‘but if you wait…its always better if you
wait.’ Vegeta loosened again.
Again he got tight, and this time instead of just remaining still he
inched his power level up, got even tighter and hotter, and started to
move.
One day. He
would die. But he would be a happy
Saiyan when he did. He arched his back,
lifted both of them off the bed and HOWLED, felt Vegeta’s hands on his sides,
trying to cling to him and he exploded, felt the rush of relief pass from him
and into Vegeta and collapsed onto the bed, sucked in air, tried to breath,
opened his eyes and saw Vegeta look pretty damn smug about it.
Kissed him and climbed off again.
Damn stupid fucking morning.
he could just sleep the rest of the day.
But he got up anyway, conceded that he had promised to spar today and
that meant he would need to be clean.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
How
many folks thought that the whole above scene happened at night?
How many were like ‘oh that’s the evening’?
Gk: I like
morning sex.
Vegeta: You
like all sex.
Gk: As long
as its with you, anyway.
Vegeta:
That’s good.
Gk:
Yes. Yes it is very good.
Webtester01:
Really?
Jaygoose:
Oops,
hope your tooth is okay. *vows that no
more sweetness will work its wicked way into the story. *
Getarian:
You
can almost assume that anything in my story is supposed to have a hint of humor
or irony to it. Oh no.
another bitch-session with the Chichi-like Saiyan. Aw, I like Goten (that is almost painfully obvious isn’t it?) and
I was all sad for him being sad about what Trunks said.
Oh,
well if you don’t like complements than how about this:
You’re reviews are HORRIBLE!
Sheesh! Go read someone else’s
stuff!
(o.O.
But I understand what you mean.
I love getting complements, but if I read these reviews before I write a
chapter I feel like there is a heavy, overhanging level of expectation that
annoys me. I’m not really intimidated
by others expectations, but I get annoyed because its there and I
because anything less would be a waste.
If that made sense… Hn.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
<
Oh
no, my friend was right about me not having emotions in my writing.
because my early stuff was really, really bad.
You
have to wash your head! *Goku looks
highly disturbed that he had inadvertently caused a lack of hygiene *
MB. *