His skin is so soft, Goku thought, his senses infatuated by the sensation of the pad of his thumb caressing the hard shoulder of the Saiyan prince. The large Saiyan could feel Vegeta's confusion, knew he was sorting through the series of revelations in the hopes of finding sense in all the chaos.

His thumb idly followed the curve of his collarbone, down to where his throat dipped. Goku wanted to show the prince love, make him forget his shame at the hands of Frieza. But he had to give Vegeta time, had to be patient and let him come arou--

Goku's surprised eyes instantly found Vegeta's as he felt the deft fingers of the Saiyan no Ouji working to untie the sash at his waist.

He was bonded to his enemy. Even as the thought entered his mind another followed, overshadowing it with the enormity of the presence of the man before him.

I have never wanted someone so much in my life.

Kakarott's touch ignited the fire in his belly and sent shockwaves over his skin. There was much the prince was struggling to cope with, but there was one thing he knew he still had control over.

His heart stopped at the look he received. It was lust, desire, longing--all gazes Vegeta had only given him in his dreams. Before he could stutter any kind of inquiry or response, his mouth was covered with the satin lips of the Saiyan prince.

Heat and fire. Vegeta felt like he was being consumed as he kissed the tall man, his quick fingers making easy work of the sash, ripping it off his waist and throwing it to the floor behind him. The orange pants followed and he felt the Saiyan gasp within the kiss, allowing the prince to snake his tongue into the warmth of his eager mouth.

Your taste alone is enough to drive me mad...but I want to taste all of you.

With a smirk, the prince stepped back to evaluate his handy work.

He licked his lips at what he saw. Kakarott was a tribute to divine artistry. Some god had perfected his technique when he had endowed the tall Saiyan. The fire in his blood burned as he took the tall man by the shoulders and shoved, watch him stumble blindly backward until his foot caught the frame of the bed and broke his heavy fall.

The large bed creaked dangerously under the impact of the Saiyan's fall, but held, supporting his weight. Goku blushed at the feeling of the soft sheets on the back of his thighs, reminding him forcefully of the fact that he was very naked. His head rose sharply as he felt strong fingers in his hair. Goku froze as the Ouji adjusted his position to stand between his parted thighs. He blushed fiercely and refused to look down, knowing his body's betrayal of his desire was becoming more physically apparent.

For the first time in his life, Goku looked up into the face of the Saiyan prince.

The tall Saiyan swallowed at the regal image Vegeta presented; the prince radiated power, and every movement was an enhanced expression of his natural sexuality.

Oh, Kami, he is beautiful...

The firelight flickered and danced over the bronze satin that was his skin, illuminating and defining his chiseled features, his sharp jaw. Goku's eyes devoured the hard planes and angles of his body. Mesmerized, the Saiyan reached out a tentative hand and placed his palm on the Saiyan no Ouji's scarred chest.

Kakarott's raven hair was silk between his fingers, his exploring hand caressing the prince with the intimate curiosity of a child. Even sitting, the man's head came up to the level of the prince's chest, though the mighty Saiyan no Ouji was fighting every instinct in his blood and body not to throw the man down and take his pleasure. Vegeta chuckled at the thought of Kakarott on his back, begging, writhing...Suddenly the man before him growled, the fingers on his chest digging into his flesh.

Vegeta...stop it, you're killing me...

The small Saiyan smirked.

So you can hear me, Kakarott? You can see all the delightful little things I'm going to do with you, can't you? Good...here's another one for your viewing pleasure...

Oh, Kami...Goku's eyes slid closed, the tip of his tongue running over parched lips. The prince was being evil, sending him mental wave upon wave of images and sensations of both of them in very interesting...delicious positions. Goku's mind reeled and his body shuddered under the pleasurable assault.

He never knew the small man had so much imagination.

Vegeta watched the effects of his chosen method of torture. The Saiyan was purring again, that low, rumbling sound that awoke and aroused more aspects of the prince then he would have ever thought possible. The Saiyan no Ouji's breathing was shallow and haggard, his heartbeat sporadic. He bit his lip, his fingers moving deeper into the other man's dark hair and clenching his fist.

I don't know how you can do this to me...

The urge was too overwhelming. Never before had Vegeta encountered an enemy that he was so powerless to fight. He couldn't hold back; the sound, the scent, the sight of the man--the tall Saiyan's eyes were closed, his face a pleasurable reflection of the one in his mind's eye, the musky scent of passionate desire was heady and intoxicating. His heart was racing and he couldn't think straight. All he could feel was the heat from Kakarott's fingers mingling with his own burning skin and the painful tightness below his waist.

With a shuddering growl the last crystal shard of his self-control shattered into black oblivion.

Goku opened his eyes, for a moment confused as the stimulating link between the prince and himself was severed abruptly. There were strong fingers kneading whatever tension remained in his neck and the Saiyan sighed at the almost affectionate quality it held. Lethargy, and perhaps reason kept him from grabbing the small Saiyan still standing before him and having his way. He was softly panting with the effort it took not to loose control over his body.

I don't know how Vegeta can be so calm...Goku's gaze wound its way up the object of his desire, expecting to see the usual, infuriatingly superior smirk plastered to his face. When his eyes reached their destination, he was shocked by what he discovered.

Vegeta was in a terrible state of agitation; his black eyes where blazing stars that caused his heart to pause and then take off in rapid pursuit. The grip on his neck tightened possessively as their eyes met and Goku could both see and sense the precise instant the prince's feral nature broke free from its extremely short leash.

Beyond the shattered remains of his thoughts there was only desire. Vegeta growled quietly, dangerously as his mate stirred. He was not going to let him get away.

Goku was jerked out of his amazement by the prince's harsh push backward and was forced to brace himself on his hands. He swallowed as the Saiyan prince's taunt body moved forward, one smooth leg slipping over his own, the other coming to rest between his parted thighs. He jerked at the unexpected pleasure that coursed through his system as the prince's thigh came in contact with his swelling member. It drove all thought from his mind, all questions from his lips. There was only the man above him, the heat between them and his growing need.

The large Saiyan growled huskily, lusty eyes half lidded with desire as Vegeta pressed his compact body against Goku's heaving chest. The small man was making simple work of his senses, and he was riding the tidal wave of pleasure brought on by the hot friction created with each seductive movement of the Saiyan prince.

There was no doubt in his mind that the satin-skinned Saiyan knew exactly what he was doing. His strong hands were back on his shoulders, caressing the muscled skin with skilled fingers, his nails trailing painfully pleasurable tracks over his shoulder blades. Goku growled, snapping at the Saiyan. He ached to wrap his arms around Vegeta's narrow waist. The torment was delicious, addictive, pushing him to the brink of madness and dragging him back to feel it all over again.

He shivered, every nerve ending in his body screaming as he felt the prince's lips on his ear, his tongue dancing maniacal little circles that made the Saiyan groan, his fingers clasping the bed covers beneath him. They were chest to chest; Goku was conscious of Vegeta straddling his thigh and with a smirk the man bent his leg, propelling the prince off balance and pressing him harder into his body.

His taste was incredible. Vegeta's roaming tongue found the sensitive dips and curves of the taller Saiyan's ear with an eagerness that betrayed his desire. He reveled in the strength of the muscles that rippled under his touch as the other Saiyan tightened and relaxed his grip on the sheets. The moans and growls that his ministrations elicited excited his passionate fervor. He was lost in the embrace, the taste, the immediate sensation of the other man. It came as a complete surprise when he found himself suddenly crushed against the length of Kakarott's heated body.

The Saiyan prince could not stop the moan that escaped from his lips as he felt his aching organ receive the pressure it required from the other Saiyan's moving hips.

Goku thrust his hips up to meet those of the Saiyan no Ouji, his head falling into the slight dip of the small Saiyan's shoulder. The soft sounds Vegeta was making against his ear were arousing him in a way that bordered on frenzy. If he did not have him soon, he was going to kill something.

Supporting his weight easily with one arm, the large Saiyan brought his hand to Vegeta's back, pulling him harder against him. With a growl, he felt the prince nip his ear and he arched his back at the pinprick of pain that only served to further enhance his immediate pleasure.

His fingertips trailed down Vegeta's spine, caressing, holding his small frame to him. Moaning, the prince's lips wound their way down to his throat, licking and suckling with fevered passion that caused Goku to shiver and buck his tortured hips. His fingers found an obstacle on the waistline of the Ouji's skintight boxers; he slipped easily beneath the hem, continuing his descent down to the base of his spine...

Their bodies were slick with the sweat that perfumed the air, thick and heavy like temple incense. Though the fire had died down to dim illumination, it was still getting very hot in the room. The feeling of Kakarott's possessive hand was doing wonders to the prince's royal anatomy and he purred his appreciation against the Saiyan's throat. Through a haze he felt questing fingers delve beneath his waistband, brushing over the sensitive dip where his tail used to be.

Goku thought for an instant that the Saiyan prince was in pain. As his fingertips had found his lower back, the prince had snapped upright on his lap, fingernails digging little red crescents into his shoulders. Vegeta's lip was bitten hard, and his face was a confusing mixture of horror and ecstasy. The tall Saiyan didn't understand, searched Vegeta's heavy lidded eyes for an answer.

Kakarott...the voice in his mind was unsteady, rocked by the magnitude of even the slightest touch against that highly responsive region of his back.

The confused look did not leave Goku's face, but was beginning to tinge with the signs of worry.

Goku could hear the smaller man's mental growl of frustration. My tail, you baka!

Warriors knew when their own time of death was at hand. Vegeta was sure his was now. The pleasurable jolts shot like lightning through his system--nothing else mattered, just the fingers on his tail spot. Yes, he was positive the feeling alone was enough to do him in. He would die soon enough anyway if he didn't get those damn boxers off.

Tail? Vegeta didn't have a tail. Yajarobe had... Goku paused, moving his fingers just slightly over the skin where his tail would have been. Eyes closed tight, the prince cried out and thrust his hips forward. Goku remembered how sensitive his own tail had been to pain but had never thought of it as the erogenous area that it obviously was.

He brushed it again, licking his lips at the reactions he received. Vegeta's desperate growls were slowly disappearing into whimpers as his body rejected the commands of his mind. The Saiyan could feel the hard length of the prince's desire through the material against his hip.

He torments me without even realizing it. Damn you, Vegeta, I can't take much more of this...

His body simply would not listen. The slightest touch from Kakarott on his tail spot and he was whimpering like a weakling. Vegeta growled at himself, trying desperately to override the physical pleasure he was receiving. He needed to be in control. Kakarott would not have him this way.

Honestly, Goku never saw it coming. A moment before Vegeta had been writhing in his lap, the next instant the tall Saiyan was on his back, the prince straddling his hips with a determined fire blazing in his onyx eyes.

"Vegeta?"

The Saiyan no Ouji licked his dry lips and swallowed. He had always wanted Kakarott to submit to him, to yield and now with the large Saiyan on his back, pinned by the prince's thighs, Vegeta felt the thrill brought on by finally being in control.

He lowered his face to the other Saiyan's, stopping mere inches from his lips. The prince watched in satisfaction as the man arched his back and tried to reach his mouth for the kiss he yearned for. A low chuckle and the prince granted him that, thrusting open his mate's mouth and ravaging him with his tongue. The cavern was warm and wet, the mouth that met his soft and sensuous. He allowed their tongues to spar until each was out of breath before he pulled away, watching with delight as the large Saiyan panted underneath him.

Vegeta smirked, bending down to lick just below the Saiyan's ear.

"My turn."

Oh, Kami, this must be paradise...

Vegeta's tongue had not stopped at his ear, but worked its slippery way down his body. His hands tore at the sheets as he felt the prince pause, licking and nipping at his hardened nipples. His head spun in circles as he felt the Saiyan trace his muscles with his damndable tongue. Goku tossed his head when the prince's mouth kissed to his stomach, biting the sensitive area around his navel before raping it with his tongue.

Kami, I'm not strong enough to handle this...

He drew a sharp breath as he felt Vegeta's questing mouth wrap around his sex.

The taste of his mate was indescribable. It was musky, masculine, seductive, combined with the faint, lingering scent of soap--and he couldn't get enough of him. Vegeta's fingers molded the flesh of the Saiyan's inner thighs as he teased and tortured Kakarott's straining member. The skin was pure silk against the flat of his tongue and lapped up the tall Saiyan's salty essence with passionate zeal.

It was getting harder and harder to take in air. Goku had been in a painful state of arousal on and off all day and now he craved release. The sight of the Saiyan prince devouring his length, not to mention the feeling, was pushing the limits of his self-control to the bursting point. A completely alien sensation around his pulsing organ made him throw back his head and growl deeply in utter pleasure.

Vegeta was purring. The vibration in the back of his throat combined with the deft efficiency of his tongue was too much for the strongest man in the universe to handle.

He could feel the tension building in his abdomen, the fire in his belly growing to encompass his entire body. So close...

Kami, Vegeta, don't stop...

The tension in Kakarott's thighs doubled as he growled his approval of the prince's technique. Vegeta swirled his tongue in rapid circles around his length before sliding down to the base, breathing in his animal scent.

It was intoxicating.

Purring, the Saiyan no Ouji pleasured his mate with an expertise born of instinct and experience. He relished the flexing muscles under his palms, the spasms of the man that had never known physical intimacy on such a deep level. The hard muscles tensed as Kakarott's back arched, mouth open in a cry of pure animal ecstasy...

He was climbing, soaring, embracing the feeling that was nurtured by his prince.

Oh, Kami, he was so close...finally...

Abruptly, it was gone.

Goku's eyes snapped open as Vegeta's mouth left his sex. He looked down into the smirking eyes of the Saiyan prince and lost all semblance of self-control.