Saiyan Instincts

Saiyan Instincts
part III
by E. B. Midnight



Gohan was at home, on his sofa and it was dark outside – not late evening, yet, but the sun had just gone down, he knew. The way he was laying on the couch, he was facing the large window in the den. The sky was dark purple and navy blues, the sign of a new evening. His laptop and various reports were strewn on the coffee table beside him. The house was very still, quiet. He was alone.

He guessed he had dozed off...

But he though that he might have slept harder than he wanted, his head felt groggy and his glasses were a little crooked on his face. He was leaning on the pillow of the couch rather uncomfortably and he scooted up slightly as to be able to lean his head back into a more comfortable position.

Now that his mind was somewhat alert, he realized he didn't feel very good. He wasn't ill, but he wasn't ok...

He was warm. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead and he could feel it on his neck and chest. He couldn't shake that semi-groggy feeling in his head. Maybe he wasn't completely awake. Even though he could see his furniture and possessions, he still felt as if he might still be in a dream...

His throat was sore and dry and he swallowed hard to relieve it. His breathing was not very even and he could feel his heart beating irregularly, not hard or painfully, but with no particular rhythm. And for some reason, he also felt slightly irritable. Restless. He tossed on the sofa, shifted almost nervously. What was the matter? His confusion was growing and in return he felt anger beginning to pool in his belly. He was getting warmer, feverish. He growled. He felt like he was about ready to pound someone's face in!

He closed his eyes tightly, gripping the seat of the couch and whimpered into the silent house...

And suddenly a cool hand gently helped him release his death grip on the sofa and entwine fingers with his own. His eyes snapped open and stared right into a dark face that was about a foot away from his own. Onyx met onyx. Calm, concerned black looking into clouded, agitated black.

A soft grunt, ad his glasses were removed from his face.

Gohan tried to steady his erratic breaths and as he stared into those royal eyes, he felt his heart slowing into a more normal pace. He swallowed hard once more, unconsciously squeezing the cool hand that held his, that same hand returning the squeeze reassuringly.

As Gohan began to calm down, Vegeta's look began to soften, turning more focused on the elder Son. He had felt the taller sayian's ki spark and fluctuate from miles away and he came as fast as he could, sensing Gohan's burning emotions erupting wildly within him, threatening to boil over like a cracked cauldron. He felt anger from the demi saiyan, unconscious rage, hunger... desire...

And he was hot to the touch and Vegeta slowly grabbed Gohan's other warm hand and moved them in order to cool down the feverish man before him. The younger saiyan blinked a few times to clear the haze. The prince's hands slid up the sleeves of Gohan's shirt and up his forearms to his elbows, rubbing lightly as to soak up the heat from the skin. He then moved his hands up to Gohan's neck. Never breaking the gaze, his hands trailed lightly over his collarbone, fingers snaking up over the muscle where shoulder meets neck and up to his nape, threading all ten of his fingers into Gohan's hair, gently bringing his temperature back down to normal. The demi saiyan's eyes rolled slightly, eyelids closing in reflex. A soft whimper. Ten fingers traced down over his face, a pleasurably tingle spreading over his skin, defeating the last of the animalistic fever that had captured him.

Then the hands were gone. Gohan opened his eyes and sighed as he gazed again at the prince. Vegeta was now regarding him almost sweetly, deeply, and Gohan felt himself being pulled into the royal eyes. He could see stars and far off places in those vast orbs, the echoes of memories and scenes from the man's travels, and that inner peace along with a tiny twinge of excitement, and Gohan lost himself in the prince's eyes.

His emotions were now quelled but he knew they were still there, sitting still in his gut, the hunger, the desire, his instincts... He only ever felt this overwhelmed when his prince was near.

His prince?

Vegeta could feel the bated urges within the man lying in front of him and was drawn to them and in response, he could feel his own emotions moving inside of him as well. When he looked at Gohan, he felt as if he was falling back into himself, away from the world around him, as his soul was enveloped by those familiar sensations of nature, of desire, of need, of strength...

Of home.

And a moment later, he realized he had leaned forward and two pairs of lips had met in a perfect kiss, gentle, chaste – powerful.

They didn't know when their eyes had closed, but even still, through the kiss they could feel their souls were now looking into each other. As their noses rubbed, they both pulled in a long breath, bringing the scent of each other into their minds' sight. And as they released those breaths, complete serenity washed over them and it was as if they had merged into a dream...

After what felt like forever, Gohan regained his senses and realized he was alone again. Opening his eyes, through the window he saw the stars glitter in the growing night and air vehicle lights making their way closer to his house. For a split second, he felt like he was going to panic but the sound of a window closing softly brought that healing peace over him once more and he sighed contentedly.

He heard the voices of his wife and daughter just outside and as he touched his lips for a kind of reassurance, he knew he had never felt more awake and aware than in that very moment.