In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: CrimsonTide

Warnings: LEMON!! YAAAAAAAAAY!


Chapter 31

Getting everyone home from the club wasn’t an easy task. With no sober beings amongst the group, aside from an only slightly buzzed Vegeta, driving was out of the question. The Saiyajin prince had promptly encapsulated the cars they’d arrived in and hidden them in his pocket; away from a rather grabby Bulma. The woman insisted that she was ok to drive, but then again, drunken people always thought they were ‘ok’.

The next step was to hail a couple of taxi cabs, but the seemingly simple task was made more difficult thanks to Goku. The younger Saiyajin was still firmly attached to Vegeta’s back, and the constant nips, kisses, and licks he peppered across his mate’s neck and ears were rather distracting. It also didn’t help matters that the rest of the group was behaving no better. Bulma was currently attempting to undress a blushing Yamcha for a second round and ChiChi, who obviously loosened up quite a bit with the aid of alcohol, kept trying to flash the oncoming cars while her husband cheered her on.

Her antics, however, were probably what resulted in the six overly eager cab drivers suddenly pulling up to the curb. Vegeta rolled his eyes as other drivers hooted and hollered at the scene, and he quickly shoved each couple into a separate car. He handed each driver a wad of cash and gave them directions to Capsule Corp before waving them away.

The prince eyed another waiting cab before turning his head slightly back toward his passenger.

“Kakarotto, do you think you can IT us home?”

Goku seemed to contemplate this for a moment before he raised two fingers to his forehead. Vegeta nearly lost his footing as his surroundings suddenly blurred out and became nothing but a swirl of colors around him. Dizziness overwhelmed his senses, and when the world suddenly came back into focus, the older Saiyajin fell backwards onto his butt as his head abruptly stopped spinning.

Goku, who had rolled backwards into the grass after their tumble, laughed as he looked around the empty field they’d ended up in.

“I guess not!”

Vegeta grumbled as he rubbed his head and peered around them. He didn’t recognize any landmarks along the darkened landscape, so they could have been anywhere on the planet at this point.

The older Saiyajin had spun around on his knees with the intent of giving his mate an earful for his antics, but the words died in his throat when his eyes landed on the other man.

Goku had sprawled himself out on his back and currently had one arm resting beneath his head and his other hand was lazily undoing the buttons of his shirt. A black tail idly tipped back and forth beside him and a nearly silent purr rumbled from his chest. The soft light from the nearly full moon illuminated the Saiyajin’s features in a way that made him look as though he were glowing, and the temptation was just too much.

A predatory smirk spread over Vegeta’s face as he crawled over top of the younger man on all fours. Goku, whose eyes were closed, seemed blissfully unaware of his mate’s close proximity, and he startled when a demanding mouth covered his own. Vegeta purred when he was granted immediate access, and he wasted no time exploring and enjoying the exquisite taste that was Kakarotto.

The prince balanced his weight on his knees as he let his hands roam over the hot flesh of the other Saiyajin’s chest, and he quickly undid the remaining buttons on the white shirt and pushed the garment out of his way. His ungloved fingers danced along quivering abdominal muscles, and Vegeta left his mate’s mouth in order to free the muffled moans he was electing from the man below him.

He watched as Goku tilted his head back just enough to fully expose his throat to the moon’s light, and Vegeta couldn’t resist the temptation of marking the vulnerable flesh. The younger man’s breath hitched when he grazed his teeth over the tender skin along his jaw before moving down to lavish the rest. The older man paused when he found the steady flutter of the other’s pulse, and he spent extra time there; nibbling, sucking, and licking the thin layer of flesh that protected the jugular beneath. The trust Kakarotto must have had for him to allow him access to such a vulnerable place blew his mind and only fueled his lust.

Nimble fingers moved down the younger man’s body, and Vegeta made short work of his mate’s pants. The body below his own shuddered as the cool air met his most sensitive place, and the prince rumbled in appreciation as he stroked the already hardened flesh in his hand. He rolled his tongue over a peaked nipple before continuing downward, and it wasn’t until his mouth reached the younger Saiyajin’s navel that he was met with resistance.

“Vegeta?”

Vegeta paused and looked up at Goku, confused by the man’s slightly panicked tone. He raised an eyebrow when he peered into wide black eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Goku seemed to sputter for a moment as his cheeks became red, and if not for his obvious display of distress, Vegeta might have found the flush of color sexy.

“You... You’re not going to....”

“Suck you? That was the idea.”

Though he didn’t think it was possible, Goku’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson. The younger man shook his head and placed his hand on Vegeta’s shoulder in order to push him away, and the older Saiyajin reluctantly sat up in accordance to the other Saiyajin’s wishes. Apparently something was bothering him.

Goku seemed to be thinking about something as he silently stared at his mate, and Vegeta was caught off guard when he suddenly tipped his head back and laughed. It seemed he was still feeling a bit of a buzz from earlier.

“Vegeta, you can’t do that!”

The prince’s mouth quirked up into a grin, amused by the other’s behavior. “And why not?”

The younger man looked back down at him, still grinning. What he said next though, wiped the grin right off Vegeta’s face.

“You’re not a bitch.”

The elder Saiyajin scowled. “Woman aren’t the only ones who can give oral pleasure, Kakarotto.”

“Oh, I know that. I’ve had to do it before, but that’s because he said I had to... because I’m a bitch.”

Vegeta grit his teeth as a sudden rage swept over him, and he grabbed Goku’s shoulders and gave him a small shake in order to earn his attention.

“Who said that to you?”

The younger Saiyajin focused his hazy eyes on the seething Saiyajin, and he smiled and waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry, ‘Geta! They’re dead now. I’ll only do it for you.”

Vegeta growled and subconsciously tightened his grip on firm shoulders, making the other wince in discomfort. He’d always suspected something like this may have occurred while Kakarotto was in that lab, but he’d hoped he was wrong. After all, Goku had never really shown too many signs classic to those who’d undergone a sexual trauma, but now that alcohol was loosening his lips, the truth was coming out. He regretted more than ever now that he didn’t take the time to torture each and every scientists in that lab before killing them.

“Are you mad?”

The small voice brought him out of his thoughts, and Vegeta focused on the man he held in too tight a grip. The expression of discomfort and insecurity on Goku’s face made the older man loosen his grip on bruised shoulders. The prince shook his head and drew in a deep breath before grinning at his mate, who gave a small smile in return.

“Forget about that, Kakarotto. You just let me do the work.”

Goku opened his mouth to argue as Vegeta moved down his body again, but the older Saiyajin held up a finger and shushed him.

“Enjoy it.”

Vegeta almost laughed at the way the smaller body below him tightened up the second his lips closed around the soft head of Goku’s member, and the sharp intake of breath only furthered his amusement. It seemed like this was the other Saiyajin’s first oral adventure. He should have guessed ChiChi was a prune.

After placing his hands on slender hips to hold them in place, Vegeta slowly eased his way down the hardened shaft. Each stroke of his tongue elected a rumbling moan from his lover, and it wasn’t long before Goku’s fingers tangled themselves into his hair. The prince sucked at the throbbing flesh, and when he began to purr the new sensation made the younger man shriek. The fingers in his hair tightened to a nearly painful level, and the prince ceased all movement for only a short moment in order to allow his mate to regain control of himself. He didn’t want this to end too soon, after all.

For the next few seconds all Vegeta could hear was Goku’s ragged breathing, but as he expected, the fingers soon loosened and instead began to massage his scalp as an apology. The older man began to purr again as he slowly bobbed his head up and down along his lover’s arousal, teasing him with varying levels of suction as he did so.

While Goku was blissfully distracted, Vegeta slide one hand from the younger man’s hip to his opening. He’d already captured the scent of his mate’s natural lubricant and he wanted to take this opportunity to prepare him for what was to come. The prince quickly found the puckered entrance and he gently pressed against the already slicked opening. He was pleased when the other Saiyajin shifted and parted his legs a little further in order to grant him easier access.

By now Vegeta’s own arousal was straining within the confines of his pants, and his hips bucked forward as he slid his finger inside his mate. He just barely heard his name whispered into the cooling night air, and that was enough to nearly send him over the edge.

With a low growl, Vegeta withdrew his finger and released his mate’s arousal from his mouth, much to Goku’s displeasure. Before the smaller man could object, however, the older Saiyajin finished removing his pants and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. Goku yelped in surprise at the abrupt movement, and Vegeta smirked when he looked back at him from over his shoulder.

“Forgive my impatience, Kakarotto, but a man can only take so much teasing before he blows.”

Goku’s initial surprise seemed to fade after a moment and his expression quickly melted into a sly grin. Vegeta swallowed hard when the younger Saiyajin spread his knees and lowered his chest to the ground, causing his unbuttoned shirt to bunch at his shoulders and displaying his smooth, lean back. A black tail rose high into the air and waved back and forth in a teasing manner. Most of Vegeta’s attention, however, was focused on the tight ass that was clearly displayed to him.

“Fuck, Kakarotto.”

“Yeah, that’s the idea.”

The prince barked out a laugh at the smaller man’s comment and he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his own arousal. He didn’t think he had the patience to remove his clothes at this point anyway.

Vegeta moved forward and ran his fingers down his mate’s spine, electing a shiver from the pale man. He gripped a shapely hip with one hand and took hold of his own member to steady himself as he brought the head to the other Saiyajin’s entrance. Twin gasps filled the air as Vegeta slowly pushed his hips forward, and the older man watched, entranced, as he disappeared inside Kakarotto inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

Once he was fully seated the older man paused and draped himself over Goku’s arched back. The younger man’s head was turned to the side and his cheek was pressed into the grass below him as he panted, his brow furrowed. Vegeta nipped at his exposed ear, and black eyes opened to peer back at him. After a moment of still silence, Goku’s mouth turned upward into a wicked smile, and he suddenly pushed his hips back against the larger man.

“Move!”

Vegeta nearly choked as a wave of pleasure coursed through him, and he growled playfully at the other Saiyajin as he placed his hands on Goku’s shoulders and leaned his weight on them.

“Don’t bitch at me in the morning when you can’t walk properly.”

Goku didn’t have time to respond before the prince withdrew and almost violently slammed back inside him. The resulting scream sent a chill down Vegeta’s spine, and his tail waved back and forth behind him as he set a steady rhythm with his thrusts. He watched with dilated eyes as the body below his own rocked back and forth, and his ears perked as they were filled with the arousing sounds that escaped his withering mate’s lips.

Goku clawed at the ground as he struggled with the pleasure that was coursing through his body. Vegeta watched as his mate tore trenches into the soft dirt, and he growled when a sense of dominance rolled over him. Kakarotto was HIS! No human would ever lay a hand on him again, and if they did, he would send them to hell. He’d protect this man to the best of his ability. Kakarotto would scream his name and his name only!

Vegeta suddenly reach forward and grabbed each of Goku’s wrists, and he forced the younger man’s arms behind his back. He pinned them there with one hand and leaned forward heavily, grabbing a handful of black hair with his free hand and yanking the smaller Saiyajin’s head back. He sucked on a sensitive earlobe as he continued to thrust into his lover’s tight heat, delighting in the throaty moans his actions drew from his mate.

“You are mine, Kakarotto.”

He watched as Goku’s eyes slipped closed, and he tightened his grip on those ebony locks.

“Say it! Say you’re mine!”

Goku’s brow furrowed as a particularly hard thrust jerked his body forward, and he whispered Vegeta’s name under his breath. The older man could feel the other trying to free his wrists, but he only leaned more heavily on the trapped appendages.

“Say. It.” the prince growled between thrusts.

Vegeta could see swollen lips move.

“Louder!”

“I’m yours....”

“Louder!!” Thrust.

“I’M YOURS!”

Vegeta threw his head back as he found his release, his mate’s declaration being too much for him to handle. His seed filled his lover completely, and he could vaguely hear Goku’s own cry of release as he too reached completion.

The prince slowly slid from inside the other Saiyajin and sat back on his knees, watching with a satisfied smirk as Goku collapsed the rest of the way to the ground with a soft ‘thud’. The younger man’s eyes were closed, and it became obvious that he’d immediately fallen asleep. Vegeta didn’t blame him; he was a lot of handle if he did say so himself.

The older man spent several minutes just admiring Goku in the moonlight before he tucked himself away and crawled forward. He lay beside his mate and pulled him into his arms. They’d sleep here for the night. Neither had the energy to make it back to Capsule Corp and it wasn’t too cold out.

Vegeta buried his face into Goku’s hair and inhaled his scent. Everything felt perfect for now; he just hoped the younger man wouldn’t be pissed when he woke up half naked in the middle of a field... and with a very sore rear.


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TBC

A/N - Heh... writing lemons still make me blush! >.<