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Warnings: yaoi lemon, language, what I sincerely hope is crushing guilt.
Disclaimer: I own neither DBZ nor the characters therein. No profit is intended.
Summary: Goku finally gets a job, but Vegeta isn't too happy about it.
This is what happens when the Prince of all Saiyans puts his foot down.
He waited in the semi-dark, deliberately sitting in the shadows. He had taken a cursory glance around the room when he came in--noting the satin-draped bed and the several hooded lamps in strategic locations--but he now stared fixedly at the door. Waiting.
The Prince of all Saiyans hated waiting.
Finally, the door opened, and Vegeta held his breath. He hadn't believed it when the little bald human--not so bald anymore, of course--babbled his nonsense about the woman's former lover seeing Kakarot in a strip club. He really hadn't believed the further tale of Kakarot dancing in said strip club. And the idea of Kakarot wasting his Super Saiyan 4 transformation for said dancing in said strip club?
Preposterous.
And yet, there was Kakarot, his red-furred form rippling with sleek muscle as he stalked into the room, feral and heart-stoppingly handsome in black leather pants and thick-soled biker boots, his tail curling suggestively in the air behind him as he trailed his fingers along the line of fur surrounding his bare chest.
"You must have paid a pretty penny for a private audience with me, mister."
Goosebumps clenched his skin at the purring, rumbling tone. Kakarot had never spoken thus, never in either the heat of battle or in his more playful, joking banter. That voice was a caress, and Vegeta all but felt it brush his crotch. Pure porn from a few, purring words.
Could this truly be the third-class idiot he'd spent the better part of his life training to beat?
What the hell was I thinking to want...that...destroyed?
He hurriedly quashed the thought as Kakarot hooked a thumb in his waistband and struck a disturbingly knowing pose.
"Do you have a name, or should I just call you 'mister'?"
Despite his intentions to merely confront Kakarot, he felt his flesh twitch and swell at the...the intent in the seemingly simple question. He had indeed paid a pretty penny for "private audience"--outlined as a dance and a fuck by the smirking, oily human in charge of such deals--but he hadn't really thought he was paying for Kakarot. Kakarot would never be party to such...such....
"I guess 'mister', it is. Do you like music, mister?"
Thanking every god he'd ever met--and a few he hadn't--that he still sat in shadow, Vegeta managed a nod as his jeans became that much tighter across the crotch. The red-furred, black-leathered apparition smirked--smirked!--and stalked across the room toward the sound system along the wall. There was really no other word for the measured, rolling steps or the light, feral grace with which Kakarot moved. He stalked like a predator, and Vegeta felt another insistent twitch of his arousal at the sight.
How in the gods' names did I miss this? Was I blind? How did Kakarot--simple, innocent, idiot Kakarot--learn to walk like that?
His mouth dry and his nerves wound tight with arousal and sudden nervousness, he nearly bolted from his chair when the first strains of Kakarot's music touched his ears. A slow, throbbing backbeat joined the melody, giving it form and richness, and Kakarot began to move.
Helplessly caught, Vegeta could only stare as that beautiful body undulated, muscles flexing and releasing, fur rippling, tail gliding and lashing, curling and stroking. Oh, he burned as those gleaming, golden eyes pinned him with a coy but somehow empty gaze, the pouting lips quirked into that sexy, fuck-me smirk. Still rolling like a wave on the ocean, Kakarot stalked closer, hips grinding with unearthly, animal grace, as if he had muscles of which no human had ever conceived.
Perhaps he did.
A flick of that red, sinuous tail, and the scent of pure, Saiyan musk hit him like a freight train, his arousal rising to its full, painful attention. Did that raunchy, spicy scent affect humans this way, or did Kakarot know exactly who he was tormenting?
"You look a little uncomfortable, mister." The smirk deepened, the corners of Kakarot's gleaming eyes crinkling in wicked amusement. "Can I help?"
The thumb he'd never removed from his waistband slid around to the front, effortlessly flicking open the button there. The slow, steady grind of his hips didn't hinder him in the least as he thumbed down the zipper, revealing ever more bare skin and a hint of more red fur. The long, spiky shock of hair tossed as he abruptly pivoted, still exuding that unearthly grace, and peered back over his shoulder as he tugged, still one-handed, at one side of the leather, revealing the swell of one furred buttock.
"No," he purred, voice deepening to an even more intimate register, "I guess I can't."
It should have taken a great deal of wiggling and cursing to peel off leather that tight, but Kakarot managed it with a few seductive, suggestive pumps of his hips and one tracing, cherishing hand. The other, he buried in his own chaotic mane of Saiyan spikes, smirking back at Vegeta through the crook of his elbow.
It was perhaps the most erotic thing Vegeta had ever seen, and by the time the heavy boots had been toed off and the leather pants thrown into a corner, he hazily wondered why his jeans weren't cutting off circulation and relieving the increasingly more painful problem of his throbbing erection.
Stalking to the first lamp, Kakarot flicked it off, the loss of the heavily-hooded light barely changing the semi-darkness of the room. He flowed to the next and flicked it off with the tip of his tail, smirking back over his shoulder. A third followed in similar fashion, Kakarot keeping his back to his unwillingly enraptured audience, but he paused before flicking the switch on the final light, quirking an eyebrow.
Vegeta, desperately grateful for the unwanted lust choking and camoflauging his voice, finally managed to speak. "Leave it on."
One golden eye narrowed, but Kakarot shrugged and finally turned. Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. Oh, he'd seen Kakarot naked before, but never like this. Never at the fourth level. Never while Kakarot danced to a throbbing, sexual beat and never with his own erection aching for that beautiful beast's undivided attention.
I can't do this. I didn't come here for this. This is Kakarot, for the gods' sake!
Muscles rippling, Kakarot melted to the floor and glided toward him on all fours, his tail curling and weaving in the air above him. Vegeta nearly bit off his tongue at the sight, his fingers clenching on the soft leather of the chair's arm. Kakarot paused just before Vegeta's bent knees, looking up through his longer bangs and smirking. Shifting slightly, he laid one gentle, almost tentative hand on Vegeta's knee and paused.
Swallowing hard, Vegeta forced his mouth to function properly. "Kakarot...."
Gleaming, golden eyes opened wide, Kakarot's hand jerking back as if burned. Most of that feral grace deserted him as he sprawled backward and scooted out of reach, crouching on the floor like a frightened animal.
"Kakarot, what are you doing? Why are you here?" Apparently, once he cleared that mental block, his mouth worked just fine and all his questions came rushing out. "What in the gods' names brought you to this? How could you disgrace yourself in this manner?"
"Vegeta--"
"Dammit, Kakarot! What the hell are you doing?"
Anger finally overtook shock, and Kakarot drew himself up, rising to his feet with an echo of his prior, stalking grace. "I could ask you the same, Vegeta."
That hard, angry voice held none of the purring seduction from earlier, and Vegeta felt his head clear even more, though his arousal remained painfully alert.
"I don't answer to you, Kakarot."
"And I don't answer to you, Vegeta!"
An ugly smirk twisted his mouth. "Oh, but you do, Kakarot. I paid for you, remember?"
Kakarot's mouth shut so quickly and hard that Vegeta actually heard the teeth crack together. Crossing his arms across his massive, bare chest, Kakarot turned half away, his golden eyes glowing with rage. His tail lashed behind him, a far cry from its earlier teasing, curling dance.
Vegeta watched his rival simmer, watched the tenseness in the rippling muscles, the obvious anger thrumming in every limb, in the hard set of the previously pouting lips. Much to his dismay, he realized his rival was just as appealing in a fury as he was in his seduction. How had he missed this for so many years?
Abruptly, Kakarot softened, his body relaxing and returning to its liquid, flowing grace. The lashing tail slowed and curled, stroking the air instead of scourging it. His eyes, still burning with ill-concealed rage, fixed on Vegeta's, and he smirked.
Stalking forward, all undulating and writhing in a slow, erotic dance of grace, Kakarot purred, tracing his fingers down his chest and stomach to his belly-button. Glaring up at the mouth-watering vision with all the suspicion he could muster, Vegeta fought the urge to retreat from that feral grace and obvious seduction, not even pulling away when Kakarot knelt between his knees and quirked his taunting, fuck-me smirk up at him.
"All right then, Vegeta," he purred, sending shivers up Vegeta's spine. "You'll get what you paid for--the best fuck of your life." Stretching up and deliberately rubbing his bare stomach against the bulging crotch of Vegeta's jeans, Kakarot brushed his lips against Vegeta's chin. "Then, you'll get the hell out."
Warm, full lips covered his own, and Vegeta had little choice but to go with it, even thrusting his tongue into Kakarot's mouth when the other Saiyan opened to him.
Sweet. So very sweet. Kakarot....
Careful, stroking fingers slid up his thighs to his crotch, bringing a growl from deep in his chest before they moved to the button and zipper. He slid one hand into Kakarot's long, spiky mane and tilted his head, deepening the kiss to almost bruising intensity. The other hand helped tug away the interfering denim and cotton, and he growled again as a hot, strong hand closed over his naked erection, giving him a good, long stroke. Squirming out of his jeans, he broke the breath-stealing kiss just long enough to toss his shirt over his head, then dragged Kakarot's mouth back to his own, leaning forward and shoving Kakarot over backward onto the floor.
Yes, this.... I have always wanted this, haven't I? No, wait...never...until now....
He sprawled over the beautiful body below him, reveling in the brush of silky fur against his naked flesh, the press of skin and hard muscle against his own, the heavy heat of Kakarot's hands on his back and ass, the somehow raunchy thrust and grind of Kakarot's hips against his own. Breaking the sloppy, hard kiss with another growl, he grabbed a none-too-gentle handful of red-furred tail and popped the tip into his mouth, sucking hard.
Kakarot howled, bucking up against him hard enough to lift them both off the floor, and he chuckled around his mouthful, nipping with careful, sharp teeth before sucking again. They dropped back to the floor, the jolt of flesh on flesh painfully arousing. Taking more of the wildly writhing tail into his mouth, Vegeta reached down to prepare his rival--lover?--and paused.
His fingers slicked through the oil Kakarot had apparently used to prepare himself, and something very like despair swept through him, dousing some of his lust. This perfect, beautiful body had been used--the gods alone knew how many times--and used enough that Kakarot knew to prepare himself.
Had someone been overzealous? Had someone hurt Kakarot, despite his innate Saiyan toughness? How many times had Kakarot done this with how many strangers?
Whimpering and purring, Kakarot writhed against him, hands stroking with wordless pleading for more. Vegeta sucked softly one last time, then let Kakarot pull his tail from his mouth. Leaning down, he gently kissed Kakarot's swollen, parted lips. The younger Saiyan gasped at the sudden change from fierce ardor to tenderness, then gasped again as Vegeta eased inside, moving slowly and carefully.
"Ve-vegeta?"
"Hush, Kakarot."
Running his hands over red fur, he lifted Kakarot's leg over his hip and thrust deep and slow, deep and slow. His lover moaned and lifted his other leg, clutching him close and leaning up for another kiss. In direct contrast to the earlier hard and furious pace, Vegeta took his time, savoring each thrust, each desperate moan, the slow arch of Kakarot's taut body against his own. He didn't want to be just another tawdry fuck.
And he certainly wouldn't allow another from anyone else.
"Dance for me, Kakarot."
A low, purring moan, and Kakarot did just that, undulating below him like the timeless, perfect motion of the sea, slowly writhing to the steady, throbbing beat of their hearts as Vegeta thrust and cherished, kissed and tasted. Kakarot's clutching, welcoming heat felt like coming home, and Vegeta swore to all his ancestors that he'd never touch this achingly beautiful creature in anger again.
The heat rose between them, slicking them with sweat, matting the silky red fur and streaming down Vegeta's back in rivulets as he slowly increased the pace. With each measured, timeless thrust, he stoked the burn between them. With every gasping moan, every lingering kiss, the need built, blazing in his veins until he could no longer control it and it flared through his skin, transforming him as Kakarot cried out and arched below him.
"Vegeta!"
Thrusting harder now with the incredible strength of Super Saiyan thrumming through him, Vegeta answered his lover's desperate cry with a hungry purr, slipping an arm under Kakarot's lower back to lift and better penetrate him. Another wild, needy cry, and Vegeta smirked against Kakarot's throat.
"Yes, Kakarot. My name."
"Ve...ah!...Vegeta!"
Shuddering with desire and impending release, he lapped at Kakarot's sweaty, sweet neck, nipping with his canines until he drew a thin line of blood.
"Mine, Kakarot. You are mine."
Kakarot purred a desperate groan, arching against his teeth, offering his throat.
"Not until you admit that you are mine. Admit it!"
"Nnn...Vegeta!"
Slowing considerably, though his body howled its silent protest and demanded release, Vegeta growled. "Say it, Kakarot. Admit you are mine."
"Vegeta, please!"
He couldn't hold back much longer, especially with Kakarot pleading for release below him. Kakarot, whom he'd always wanted to dominate, to control, had always wanted to have begging at his feet....
"Mine, Kakarot! Say it!"
With a moan suspiciously close to a whimper, Kakarot bucked against him, trying to goad him into picking up the pace. His tail, which had been writhing on the floor, lifted to curl around Vegeta's thigh, then slid up and fluffed over his lower back, tickling against his one weakness--his tail spot.
Howling, Vegeta broke, thrusting hard and deep as electric heat flared up his spine. Kakarot howled in harmony, baring his teeth and throwing back his head, again offering his throat. Tempting, oh, so tempting, but Vegeta resisted, throwing back his own head and roaring at the ceiling as his release crested inside him. Reaching down, he stroked Kakarot's straining arousal until the younger Saiyan's howls choked off, his body stiffening and tightening in climax.
The sudden clench of heat around his arousal sent Vegeta over the edge, and he roared again, this time in utter bliss, surrendering himself to the slow, thrilling burn of Kakarot, emptying into that heat and fanning the blaze higher. A minute? An hour? His release seemed to last forever before his body finally succumbed to exhaustion and he collapsed, sweat-slicked and gasping, onto Kakarot's heaving chest.
I can't believe I just did that.
But his mind and body were too sated to kick up too much of a fuss. Simply put, Vegeta was content to be right where he was, inhaling Kakarot's musky-sweet scent with every breath and listening to the rumbling purrs beneath his cheek. Grinning softly, he let his eyes slip closed, nuzzling his cheek against Kakarot's warm, bare flesh, hoping he didn't have to move any time soon.
The thudding, rapid heartbeat thundering in his ear eventually slowed back to a normal rhythm, and, with a sigh, Kakarot released his transformation. Vegeta sucked in a tremulous breath as that beautiful body shrank slightly below him, muscle mass returning to normal and fur retreating back under satiny, sweat-soaked skin, even Kakarot's internal muscles condensing just enough to send a shock of pleasure up his still half-aroused flesh.
Before he could settle back down on his lover, though, Kakarot shifted, lifting him slightly and sliding out from under him, biting his lip as Vegeta's arousal slipped out of him. Confused, Vegeta lifted himself away and knelt between Kakarot's legs, frowning as the younger Saiyan scooted back against the bed, pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms and tail around himself, and buried his face against his knees.
"Kakarot...?"
"Just go, Vegeta." No purr, no seduction, no anger. Just Kakarot's voice, muffled against his skin as he hid his face. "You got what you wanted."
Anger flared, but Vegeta pushed it away, shifting to sit, Indian-style, directly before Kakarot's huddled form. "That's not what I came here for, Kakarot."
"Then why? Why did you come here, Vegeta? Why couldn't you just leave me alone?"
Sighing, he realized Kakarot was near tears. How could anyone want to cry after such a...satisfying romp? Should he have refused Kakarot's advances? But the younger Saiyan had been so eager, even through his anger. How could he have refused?
"Kakarot, I came here for answers, not a cheap fuck."
The huddled form flinched, and Vegeta wanted to kick himself for putting it so bluntly.
"I came here because Baldy and that scarred idiot friend of yours found out about this and blabbed about it to the woman. I came here because I couldn't believe what I'd heard." Sighing, he shook his head. "Even when I paid, I didn't believe it. Not until you walked through the door."
Silence, except for Kakarot's muffled, harsh breathing as he tried not to cry.
"Why are you here, Kakarot? What drove you to this?" No response. "How long as it been?" Frustration reared its ugly head at the continued silence, and he couldn't help letting a little of it out. "Dammit, Kakarot, you owe me an answer!"
Kakarot's head shot up, black eyes blazing with anger and tears. "I owed her! Not you! Never you, Vegeta!"
Eyes wide, Vegeta stared in shock as Kakarot's fingers dug into his forearms hard enough to bruise, his fingernails actually drawing blood.
"Her?"
Shuddering, Kakarot squeezed his eyes shut and let his head roll back on his shoulders. "Yes, her. ChiChi. I...I failed her so many times. Every time I walked out the door to train, to spar, to fight, to die, I failed her."
Anger spread through him again, and he growled. "You did no such thing--"
"But I did. I did, Vegeta. All she wanted was a husband, and I couldn't be that for her. I left her alone so many times. I didn't provide for her or even tell her goodbye, half the time."
"Kakarot--"
"And when she found out she was sick, she just smiled and apologized, saying that this time I'd have to look forward to seeing her again, instead of the other way around."
Tears seeped out between clenched eyelids, and Vegeta felt his anger melt, though his frustration grew by leaps and bounds.
"So, I...I wanted to make her comfortable...just until she died, you know?"
Swallowing down everything he wanted to say, Vegeta whispered, "Money. You did this for money."
"For comfort, Vegeta. For lots of pain medication and a housekeeper and a live-in nurse and good food."
"She demanded this of you for her own comfort?"
Those dark eyes opened again, spearing him with another flare of anger, this one as cold as ice. "She did no such thing. She asked for nothing at the end. I wanted her to live without a care for at least a few months, and apparently, this is all I'm good at." The anger drained away, leaving his dark eyes cold and bleak. "I never told her anything but that I'd found a job, so she didn't have to worry about money anymore. You should have seen her face, Vegeta."
The emptiness in Kakarot's eyes struck Vegeta's heart. "But...why now, Kakarot? It's been...gods, it's been two years! Why do you still do this? How can you?"
"I owe her this, Vegeta." Kakarot's voice was flat and dead. "I owe her everything, and all accounts must balance. You know that better than anyone."
Reaching forward too fast to see, Vegeta grasped Kakarot's chin and gave it a good shake, waiting until those startled eyes focused on his own.
"You owe no one, Kakarot. Even me. You don't have to do this to yourself."
Another tear spilled down a satin cheek. "Then what, Vegeta? What's left for me, if not this?"
A soft smile curved his lips, and he thumbed away the tear, cupping Kakarot's face in his palms. "Come with me, Kakarot. Be mine. Not because you owe me, but because you need me."
Moments passed. Kakarot stared at him, perhaps trying to see the truth behind the words. Luckily enough, Vegeta meant every one, so he let Kakarot stare, drawing on an unexpected well of patience as he waited for Kakarot's decision.
Finally, a tiny flicker of amusement lightened the black of Kakarot's eyes. "I don't think I can afford a debt to you, Vegeta. Something tells me I'd pay in blood."
Still smiling a bit, he brushed his lips against Kakarot's in a chaste kiss. "Come with me, Kakarot, and all debts are cancelled."
Still wary, Kakarot tilted his head to one side, narrowing an eye. "Really?"
"Really. Have I ever lied to you, Kakarot?"
A tentative, hesitant smile touched the right corner of Kakarot's mouth. It was a paltry, sad shadow of his usual, teeth-baring grin, but it meant more to Vegeta than all those wide smiles combined.
Taking a deep, shaking breath, Kakarot relaxed and let go of his death grip on himself. "Okay, Vegeta." Another deep breath, and his smile widened slightly. "Okay."
END
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