Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 15

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~ Kiya Sama ~ [1]masque83@hotmail.com

Totally AU

Warnings: Some angst and Kami knows what else....

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue.

Dedications: To my Beta Reader, Veggie Otaku, who totally and
completely rocks!! Susan, jk, cv....gosh, you all know yourselves.
Everyone who ever took the time to leave a kind word, and most
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Enjoy!! ^_^

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CHAPTER 15:

"...In a strange and bizarre twist of fate, it seems like the French
authorities are at a loss as to the strange events of the past week.
Reports of fires and explosions amongst the city's busiest places and
seaports are yet to be explained. In related news, the body of the
infamous crime lord, Don Bejita, was found dead in his rented chateau
in the French countryside. Again, the police say it was an apparent
homicide and are looking into various suspects, mainly those believed
to be connected to the crime family...."

The first signs of a wintry Christmas made their way down to the earth
in the form of snowflakes. They dusted the silent countryside,
covering up the dying earth with its blanket of white. Somewhere
below, the soft sounds of laughter and Christmas music floated out of
large, lighted windows within the warm confines of the chateau. It was
Christmas Eve and everyone was in high spirits. Everyone, except for
the silent, still figure that gazed morosely at the falling snow.
Comfortable in a black turtleneck sweater and complimenting dark
pants, the man shoved hands into his pockets and sighed, not turning
around as the door to his study was opened silently.

"Aren't you coming down to the party, Vegeta?" the woman asked softly,
shutting the door behind her and walking towards the still man in the
barely lit room. Placing strong hands on her son's shoulders, Marianne
kneaded the tense shoulders and smiled at his scowling reflection in
the window.

"Soon, mom. I thought I told you that." Vegeta answered, trying to
stay mad at his mother, but failing miserably. He pulled away from her
ministrations and spun around to whistle softly at how good she
looked. Marianne had finally let her hair down and it hung in soft,
flowing waves around her rosy face. The face that was usually in a
stern frown, now glowed with warmth and peace, making her look much
more younger than her years. She was dressed in casual jeans and a
Christmas-themed sweater (which Vegeta thought looked cheesy, but who
was he to complain?). Smiling in appreciation, he spoke softly,

"I will come down, as soon as I ....."

"Finish moping around?" Marianne finished knowingly. "Goodness,
Vegeta! You act like you have lost someone you loved...." She paused
and then frowned, "You are not still thinking about him, are you?"

"No, mother. I am not." Vegeta snapped in irritation. To be honest, he
had ceased to think about anything that concerned his late father. He
had left the crime scene and had had to watch as the next day, the
body had been discovered and all hell had broken loose. No one could
pinpoint the murder to him, even if they tried. To the world, Vegeta
did not exist. Don Bejita had no offspring and no one could bother
them for anything. No...it wasn't Bejita that had him so miserable, it
was something, or rather someone, else.

"Just as long as you are not thinking about that baka. So, why don't
you come down now? Sheryl and her husband are about to start a
rendition of `I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause'." She batted her
eyelashes and tried to give her best `lost puppy' look.

Vegeta snorted and turned his attention back to the window. "Nice try,
mom. But as I said, `I will be down soon'." Marianne sighed in defeat
and began heading out the door, when Vegeta stopped her again. "Oh and
could you have Zarbon, Trunks and 17 come here for a minute. I need to
speak with them." Seeing the glare of disapproval Marianne gave at his
tone of voice, he grinned sheepishly and said, "Please, mom."

Hearing the door shut behind him, he sank well-manicured fingers
through his hair and moaned softly, as the tortured thoughts filled
his mind again.

~ Kami! I am going insane. What are you doing to me, Goku? ~

Since, the night of the murder, he had not heard from either man.
Trunks and 17, had of course, told him all that had happened at the
warehouse and Vegeta had felt his heart sink as each word was said.
Apparently, Goku and Yamcha were still going strong. He knew they were
still in the country, but he hadn't had the nerve to disturb them. He
understood that they probably needed some time to work things out, but
Kami! It was driving him crazy; Waiting for the phone to ring, he
being too nervous to call...

"You sent for us, Vegeta?" Zarbon asked quietly, as he and the other
men stepped into the office.

Vegeta swiveled around and faced his new team. Sheryl had finally
found Zarbon and had basically given him an offer he couldn't refuse.
It was ironic, that Zarbon would work for father, and then son. As for
the blue-skinned man, he couldn't care less whom he worked for, as
long as he was getting paid....and very well too. 17 and Trunks were
still as close as teammates could possibly be, which meant having to
watch them snicker and giggle like teenagers behind the bigger man's
back. ~ Have to lower their alcohol consumption. ~ Vegeta thought,
smirking at the display.

"I have a little Christmas gift for all of you." He began steadily,
walking over to where they stood. "I hope you all appreciate a little
vacation, because you are going to need it. I have round trip tickets
to anywhere you want to go to in the world. For six months, you are
free to do whatever you like. However, once vacation period is up, you
report back to me and your real work begins. I don't like slouches and
I insist that my employees are at their best, all the time. Do I make
myself clear?" He glared specifically at the tipsy duo.

"Yes, sir." They mumbled, unable to meet the penetrating glare.

"Good. Here you go." Vegeta said, handing over small briefcases to
each of them. "You will find everything you need in there. Oh, and
have a Merry Christmas." He finished with a small smile. The three men
took their `presents' and left, each of them wondering about and
eagerly anticipating their future assignments.

Vegeta watched them as they took their leave. Walking back to the
windows, he stood silently for several more minutes, biting his lower
lip in deep thought. Finally, after apparently coming to a decision,
he reached for his coat and shrugging into it quickly, he slipped out
of the chateau and into the cold winter night.

"Thank you, very much." Goku grinned as he tucked the packaged gift
under his coat and paid the owner of the store. "Have a merry
Christmas!"

He made his way out of the bustling store, crammed with late Christmas
shoppers, and began making his way down the half-crowded streets of
the gaily lit city. Christmas Eve. Smiling softly, he remembered the
last time he had gotten a gift for Yamcha and how it hadn't quite
gotten to its destination. So much had happened since then. He had
been unsure of his feelings for his jovial mate before, but
now...now...it was...he couldn't find the words to describe it. Since
their return from the warehouse, they had spent every waking minute
with each other, rediscovering feelings and pleasures that hadn't been
thought possible.

Getting onto the pedestrian bridge, he leaned over the stony wall and
looked across the starlit river. Church bells, signaling the late
night mass, rung solemnly across the city. Couples, old and young,
walked together, cuddling each other for much needed warmth, as tiny
snowflakes made their gentle descent. ~ Ah... My warmth. ~ He felt his
face flush at the thought of how much heat could be radiated by just
being with...

"Merry Christmas, Goku." came the soft, deep voice of the man he knew
oh-so-well. Swallowing tightly, Goku spun around slowly to meet
obsidian eyes that stared at him with...desire and....something else
that looked close to need, before being quickly replaced with an
unreadable expression.

Both men stared at each other for long, tension-filled minutes, as
questions hung unanswered in the air. Vegeta finally tore his eyes
away, and took in the well-built body dressed in similar black pants,
but with a cream-colored turtleneck, all covered within his long
winter coat. Trembling with turbulent emotions, he sighed softly and
leaned over the stony wall as well, watching the snowflakes fall
lightly on the clear lake, wondering what the hell he was supposed to
do or say now.

"You look...well." Goku finally croaked out, turning back to stare
unseeingly at the lake. He needed to get away from here. From him!
Right now!

"You do too." Vegeta answered, feeling his face flush with the
compliment. He was never one to accept such things and it always
embarrassed him whenever he was told about how good he looked or
whatever. Silence fell for several more minutes, as each man tried to
say something.... anything.

"So...you were successful in getting Yamcha and killing Piccolo."
Vegeta finally mumbled, feeling a deep ache somewhere in the pit of
his stomach as he mentioned the other man's name.

"Yeah." Goku replied softly. "And you got what you wanted, right?"

~ I wish. ~ "Yeah. I guess I did."

An even more awkward silence fell, as both ran out of things to say.
Finally unable to stand it anymore, Vegeta clenched his fists in
agitation and blurted out in a rush,

"You didn't call me. Why didn't you call me, Goku? I know..."he choked
up, blinking rapidly to stop the threat of his emotions spilling out,
but Kami! He had to say it! Sucking in his breath, he rasped out, "I
know...I know...I don't mean anything to you...personally...or...." He
shifted uncomfortably. "You could have at least call...called me. To
let me know...how...how you were doing or something." He finished
miserably, stealing a glance at the now tense man beside him. ~ How
desperate, do I sound? ~ Vegeta thought angrily, kicking himself for
letting himself be that vulnerable.

Goku gripped the edge of the stone wall tightly. He didn't need this
now. He loved Yamcha, that much he knew. So what the hell was this
sudden heat that seemed to envelope him whenever he was around Vegeta?
~ You cannot love two people at the same time, Goku. It is just not
possible! Or is it? ~ Shaking his head, he replied flatly,

"I am sorry, Vegeta."

Vegeta felt as if his whole heart had burst into tiny pieces. His
hands began shaking and he had to stuff them into his pockets, not
wanting to believe what he had heard.

"Sorry for what?" He asked, needing for Goku to at least give him the
rejection properly.

"For...not calling you and...."Goku shut his mouth, and turned his
face away, unable to continue.

"And what?" Vegeta whispered in pain.

~ For not feeling the same way. ~ His mind cried out.

Goku turned to gaze into the black depths that were now shiny with
unshed tears. ~ Oh, Kami! Vegeta... ~ He groaned softly, unable to
stop himself, even if he wanted to.

"And.... for... this..." Goku murmured softly, as he leaned closer to
the full, sensual lips that parted softly before him. Brushing against
them lightly, he trembled with the jolt that passed through their
bodies. Moaning, he cupped Vegeta's face and stared at the now hooded
eyes that gazed back at him with total and complete adoration. "Oh,
Vegeta..." ~ What have I done to deserve this? ~ He licked the warm
lips and smiled softly as Vegeta tried to capture the teasing tongue
within his own mouth. Impatiently, Vegeta reached up and sunk his
hands into the raven locks, as he took control of the situation.
Pressing his burning body against the taller man, he whimpered in
want, as their lips finally fused together intimately. He slipped his
own tongue into the warm recesses of Goku's mouth, groaning in desire
as both appendages met and swirled together in a war of dominance.

The snow fell softly around them as the kiss intensified. Not caring
if they were being whistled at, or watched, the two men burned with a
fever that only they could quench. After several wondrous minutes,
Goku finally tore his lips away and leaned his forehead against
Vegeta's as they both tried to catch their breaths.

"I need you, Goku." Vegeta begged fervently, nipping lightly at the
square jaw. "Please, I need you so much." He continued, capturing the
hands of the taller man and planting light kisses on the digits. "Come
with me, Goku. Spend the night with me." Not giving Goku a chance to
answer, he leaned up again and captured the moist and swollen lips.
Now bruising in its intensity, Vegeta reached beneath Goku's coat and
slid feverish hands underneath the thick sweater, groaning weakly as
he came in contact with the solid heat of muscled skin. Pressing
himself even closer (if that were possible), he ground himself against
the taller man, whimpering as he felt their strained erections rub
against each other, through clothed thighs.

Goku's mind was in a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. On one hand,
he so badly wanted to take up the tempting offer. He could so easily
lose himself in this moment, in Vegeta, in the scent and sound of
this...this...lust. Yes! That was it! Pure, unadulterated lust. He
wanted Vegeta physically, that much was certain, but emotionally only
one person could keep up with him. And that one person was waiting for
him right now. Forcing himself to resist the exquisite torture that
was inflicted on him, he slowly began pulling away the seeking hands
from his body. Releasing his lips slowly from Vegeta's, he winced
inwardly as he took in the look of need that was on the other man's
face.

~ Oh, Kami. How do I do this? ~ He thought miserably.

Vegeta saw it. He did not need Goku to tell him. The look said it all.
Stepping backwards, he wrapped his arms around himself and turning
away, walked back to the ledge that overlooked the river. Nothing was
said for several minutes as both men tried to gather scattered
thoughts together. Goku stared sadly at the rigid back. Maybe, in
another lifetime or something, they could have been together, but....

"What are you still waiting for?" Vegeta snapped bitterly. "Don't you
have someone waiting for you?"

"Vegeta..."

"Please, Goku. I will be fine. This isn't my first official rejection,
you know. Don't feel you have to dramatize the situation on my
account." He snapped, still not looking at him.

"Listen, Vegeta..."

"Go to your precious Yamcha. But just you know this, Goku." Vegeta
continued, turning around to stare poignantly at the other man. "This
isn't over. I still want you, for myself, and I always get what I
want. Do you understand? So enjoy your time with your mate. I won't
bother you, for now, but I will haunt you every day and night, until
the day you give yourself to me. You see Goku, I am a very sore
loser."

Goku could only gape at the curt words that spilled out of the man's
mouth and finally he shook his head, as the threat sank in.

"What do you plan on doing, Vegeta?" he asked sharply, feeling his
skin grow cold at the smirk on the other man's face.

Vegeta stepped off the ledge and walked up to Goku again. Leaning up,
he yanked the wild locks and crushed their lips together, nipping
Goku's lower lip in the process and tasting the metallic salt of his
blood. Goku felt his blood boil in anger and desire and reciprocating
the act, he bit Vegeta's lips too, groaning involuntarily as both men
tasted the salty fluids. Pulling himself away, Vegeta wiped a hand
across his mouth, and smirked in silent victory.

"Just a little present for Yamcha. I will be seeing you, Goku. You
have yourself a Merry Christmas." And with that, Vegeta spun on his
heels and walked away, never looking back. Goku remained frozen in
place, as he watched the man disappear within the bustling crowd. He
couldn't help but feel a small twinge of fear at Vegeta's undeniable
threat.

"I always get what I want..." Shivering, and not from the cold, Goku
tucked the box even tighter against his body and began walking briskly
to his hotel room. He needed to be with Yamcha.

"Uuuuhhhh....my head hurts." Trunks groaned as he leaned heavily
against his tipsy mate on the leather couch.

"How do you think, I feel?" 17 replied, mumbling something about
stupid Christmas parties. Raising heavy eyes, he looked at the
remnants of an otherwise good party. Many of the guests were pretty
much smashed and Sheryl was somehow within the confines of her husband
and ....Zarbon? 17 nearly gagged at the sight. ~ Geez! Get a room... ~

Turning his head, he noticed that Marianne was standing beside the
window, gazing out with a frown on her face. She turned around
suddenly and met his questioning gaze with stern eyes. Shivering at
the look, he smiled wanly as the woman approached him slowly.

"You are 17, right?" she asked blankly, with an amused glint in her
eye.

"Umm...yes." He answered, wondering where all of this was leading to.

Marianne suddenly broke into a mischievous grin and then she raised
her hands up, displaying the carefully hidden mistletoe. 17 stared at
the plant blankly for a minute, before it finally registered in his
dulled brain. ~ Oh, Kami! No! ~ He watched in horror, as Marianne,
leaned forward and seized his lips, which he had opened as he had
gasped, giving him a full blown kiss. Giggling like a schoolgirl,
Marianne released him and smiling brightly, she sashayed out of the
room, leaving 17 blinking in astonishment.

Trunks, who had been silent throughout the entire ordeal, glared at
his mate in disgust.

"Gee...koi, I didn't know you had the hots for older women!"

17 blinked and snapped back in anger, the buzz in his head worsened
now, "She came on to me!"

"Yeah right! Why don't you go screw the old geezer and leave me out
here in the cold..."Trunks staggered to his feet, and began heading
out of the moving room. "You have a very merry Christmas koi, because,
you are going to sleep on the couch tonight!"

"Hey! That's not fair!" 17 pouted, as he staggered after the six
versions of his mate. "I swear it, she came on to me!"

Marianne grinned in devilish delight, sipping her white wine quietly.
~ Ah! Nothing like having some fun and ruining someone else's
Christmas. ~

Yamcha stared at his attempt at dinner, in dismay. The chicken was
badly burnt and the pasta tasted like rubber. Dumping the food into
the garbage can, he shrugged as he placed the edible salad and the
wine as replacements on the table that he had set. ~ Hopefully, he
won't be too hungry, when he gets back....If he gets back. ~

It was almost midnight and Goku still hadn't shown up. He had said
that he had to go shopping for some personal items and that had been
almost four hours ago. Frowning, Yamcha picked up his cup of hot cocoa
and walked on bare feet to the window seat. Making himself
comfortable, he stared out at the falling snowflakes and smiled softly
as his thoughts returned to the events of the past week.

After the whole warehouse ordeal, Goku and he had become practically
inseparable. Every moment was spent together, talking about everything
and nothing, finding out things that they had never thought possible.
Goku was yet to say those words that he so wanted, needed to hear, but
Yamcha was a patient guy and he could wait. No matter how long it
took. He frowned again as thoughts of Vegeta filled his head. Goku had
decided to reject the offer from Vegeta to become partners in his own
organization. They hadn't told him that yet, but they had felt the
need to give the crime thing a rest for a while. No, they weren't
going to quit anytime soon, the rush and adrenaline of each heist was
like an aphrodisiac to the men. They needed the excitement.

Swallowing down the last drops of the chocolate drink in a gulp, he
stretched out aching muscles as the clock chimed, signaling the
arrival of the midnight hour and Christmas day. Sighing softly, as he
felt his heart ache at Goku not being there with him, he suddenly
gasped as warm, strong hands encircled his waist, and warm soft lips
began leaving little nips and kisses along his exposed neck.

"Merry Christmas, koi." Goku murmured huskily, as he pulled Yamcha
tighter against his clearly aroused body.

"Mmmmm....Goku." Yamcha moaned softly, as he arched his head, giving
his mate more access to his muscled neck. "Merry Christmas, to you
too."

He jerked upright as Goku shoved the small gift-wrapped box into his
hands. Detangling himself from Goku's embrace, he spun around and
raised eyebrows at the other man.

"Open it." Goku said softly, smiling at the look on his face.

Yamcha hands trembled with anticipation as he unwrapped the gift.
Biting his lower lip and trying to control the imminent grin, he
lifted out the black velvet box and opened it slowly, his eyes getting
wider as it revealed its contents.

"Goku....this..."

"Let me help." Goku interrupted the sputtering man, as he lifted out
the clear-cut diamond encrusted friendship ring. Raising the trembling
man's hands, he slipped the platinum band onto his finger and raised
the hands to his lips, staring intently at the moist, warm eyes in
front of him. Kissing them softly, Goku placed Yamcha's hand on his
thudding heart and whispered huskily, leaning forward to claim the
parted lips as each word was said.

"You belong to me, koishii. Aishieteru."

Yamcha clung to Goku like a vice. Wrapping his arms around his neck,
he responded to the kiss with such passion that Goku was taken by
surprise. "Kami, Goku." He muttered out feverishly against the other
man's mouth. "You don't know how long I have waited for you to say
that." Pressing himself tightly against the surprised man, he seized
his lips again and groaned as their tongues danced in a rhythm as old
as time.

Goku placed hands behind Yamcha's knees and lifted him up, causing
Yamcha to quirk an eyebrow in surprise at the turn of events. "What?"
Goku asked, grinning devilishly.

"Umm... You are carrying me..."Yamcha mumbled out, his face as red as
the Christmas bows. "Don't I get to unwrap my Christmas gift?" Goku
asked teasingly, his eyes darkening with deepened lust and desire.
Yamcha trembled at the look and sank his lips against his mate's neck,
breathing in his scent as Goku continued to make his way to the
bedroom.

Laying Yamcha gently amongst the cotton sheets, he began stripping out
of his clothes, watching in glee as his mate's breath quickened with
each piece of clothing strewn away. Yamcha sucked in much needed air
as he stared at the perfection in front of him. He watched in awe, as
Goku leaned over and began crawling up to him with that same
mischievous glint in his eye. Yamcha slid backwards amongst the
sheets, feeling his heart thump in anticipation. Their eyes clashed as
Goku continued to stalk his prey with a low growl emitting from his
throat. Finally, hitting the headboard, Yamcha sniggered as he tried
to dodge his mate. With catlike reflexes, Goku caught the struggling
man and for the next few minutes both men mock wrestled, each trying
to get the upper hand.

Finally, Goku caught a handful of Yamcha's shirt and ripped it off,
tossing it aside and then pinned the man's hands to his sides. Yamcha
snarled and bucked upward sharply trying to throw Goku off, which was
a pretty bad idea, considering how aroused they both were now and how
much the movement caused such a delightful friction between the two
sweaty bodies.

"Get off me, cheat!" Yamcha spat.

"Why should I?" Goku asked sneering at the furious look on his mate's
face. He howled in pain, as Yamcha suddenly leaned up and bit his
neck. "You bastard!" He yelled, as Yamcha freed himself and ran out of
the room. Goku took off after the fleeing man and glaring at him, they
squared off across the couch in the living room.

"Come here, koi." Goku growled, beckoning the other man with his
forefinger and grinning evilly. "I promise, I won't bite."

Yamcha tossed his head and folded his arms, "I don't think so. You
would have to tie me up and drag me...FUCK!!" He screamed as Goku had
suddenly pinned him against the wall and had begun rubbing himself in
slow erotic motions against him.

"Exactly, koi...." Goku murmured as he ripped away the pants off
Yamcha's body. With a soft growl, he seized the pliant lips before him
and kissed his mate with unbridled passion, moaning as Yamcha returned
it with as much fervor. Hands joined together and pinned against the
wall, they strained against each other, needing more than just this,
needing to be filled completely, to become one again. Releasing his
lips slowly, Goku gazed at his lover with eyes glazed with lust, love
and desire. Leaning down to gently suckle on his earlobe, Goku
whispered huskily into the ear,

"Take me, Yamcha."

Yamcha was way more than surprised. He couldn't remember the last time
he had been the dominant one and now Goku was giving himself up,
allowing him to take control. Smiling broadly, he slid his fingers
into Goku's mouth and whimpered as his digits were suckled on gently.
He felt Goku's tongue slide up and down, moistening the trembling
fingers. Yamcha shut his eyes as he grabbed a hold of Goku's turgid
flesh and began to stroke slowly, thrusting himself gently against his
body. Goku groaned around the fingers as the stroking motions set him
alight again. Releasing Yamcha's fingers, he stared at the man he
loved and said softly again, "Now." As he wrapped his legs around
Yamcha's waist.

Yamcha nodded and slipped his moistened digits into the tight orifice
of his mate. He stopped a bit as Goku tensed, not wanting to hurt the
man. "Go on...."Goku hissed out, as he buried his head against his
mate's neck, bucking his hips as Yamcha slowly worked his way into the
tight heat. Seeking for that special place, he smiled as Goku jerked
up and arched his head back, showing that he had indeed found the weak
spot. Probing continuously, he tried to contain the now thrashing man
as Goku growled and moaned in exquisite delight. "AAAAH...YAMCHA! NOW!
PLEAASEE!!" Yamcha removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with
his more than ready erection, gasping in amazement at the delightful
sensations that wracked through his body. "Oh kami, Goku. You are
incredible." He mumbled out, as he began thrusting slowly into the
warm sheath.

Goku shut his eyes as the slick length of his mate invaded his body.
He sunk his fingers into the broad back and began bucking wildly as
Yamcha continued with his slow torture. "Ooooh...Yamcha!! Fuck me
harder!!" Coherent thought disappeared as Yamcha increased the pace.
Spinning around and pinning Goku against the wall, he slammed himself
into the heavenly warmth, squeezing eyes shut as indescribable heat
flowed through his mind and body. A kaleidoscope of colors filled his
now blinded vision as he felt the upcoming explosion about to take
place. He gripped his mate's swollen flesh and stroked in rhythm to
his thrusts, now having to listen to Goku's howls of delight and pure
pleasure. Goku couldn't stand it anymore. It was becoming too much for
him. Feeling like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff, he
began thrusting up sharply against Yamcha, screaming as his body
tightened in an earth-shattering climax. He exploded, spilling his hot
semen across his lover's hands as the orgasm wracked through his body.
He was left in a quivering heap against the still pounding Yamcha.
Raising his head up, he stared deeply into his lover's eyes as he felt
the thrusting flesh fill his body and swell as Yamcha rapidly grew
close to his own explosion.

With a primal howl, Yamcha tightened his grip on Goku's taut cheeks
and spurted in torrents into the warm body. He trembled as aftershocks
of his release seized control of his sweaty flesh. Unable to stand
anymore, Yamcha collapsed onto the carpeted floor and grunted as Goku
followed his descent, lying atop the other man, as they both tired to
catch their breaths. Grinning sheepishly, Goku rubbed noses against
his mate.

"That was incredible, koi. I could get used to you being on top, you
know." He teased, nipping lightly at it.

"Hn. You had better start getting used to it." Yamcha teased as he
pushed Goku off and cuddled close, letting the warm fires of the
fireplace flicker across their bronzed skins.

For a few minutes, silence reigned as both men slipped into their own
thoughts. Finally, Yamcha asked the question that had been nagging him
for the better part of the evening.

"Why did you take so long, Goku?" He asked softly, trailing fingers
down the muscled chest.

Goku tensed a bit and then answered quietly, "I was distracted by
someone."

"Oh..." Yamcha waited for Goku to continue, but when nothing was
forthcoming, he continued, "Who was it?"

Shifting restlessly within Yamcha's arms, Goku looked into the onyx,
warm eyes in front of him and replied softly, "No one of extreme
importance, koi. Now go to sleep." He whispered, as he kissed the
fluttering eyelids.

Listening to the even breathing of his mate, Goku stared blankly up at
the ceiling, wondering why he had the sudden urge to check something.
Giving his koi a gentle kiss, he jumped up lithely and headed towards
the windows. Lifting away the curtains, he hitched in his breath as he
saw the figure in the long winter coat stare back at him with eyes of
deepest obsidian. Feeling his heart rate beat faster, he watched as
the silent man tipped his hat and smirked wickedly before making his
way back out to the snowy streets of Paris.

~ I will be waiting for you, Goku. I will be waiting. ~

THE END.....

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back to it eventually, there was no doubt about that. It was in their
blood and they both craved the rush and excitement. Finishing the
drink in a gulp, he stood up and stretched aching muscles, gasping in
shock as strong arms encircled his waist and warm lips nudged gently
at his neck.

"Merry Christmas, koi." Goku murmured huskily, as he trailed light
kisses down the exposed neck.

"Uuuhhh....Goku..."Yamcha groaned in growing desire, as he thrust
himself against the warmth of his mate and leaned his head back,
giving Goku more access to his jaw.

References

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