Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ningen or nekojin? ❯ Chapter seven ( Chapter 7 )

Ningen or nekojin?

 

By The Chichi Slaughter House

 

This was inspired by a doujinshi that one of my friends sent me and I really enjoyed it, even having ideas for a fic. Neko Vegeta's are my new obsession, so I don't want any flames about `OMG, are you sick?? Vegeta is a cat!', because he won't ever truly be a cat in my fics. I'm not a fan of animal sex.

 

Warnings: Uhh…let's see…Vegeta as uke, Goku pov, lemon, romanticishness, swearing maybe and anything else my twisted mind wants to come up with.

 

Disclaimer: Ugh! I can't believe I forgot to put this in! Bad Slaughter, bad! (cough)

I do not own DBZ, because, sadly, I am not rich. But if I did… (evil laugh) there'd be no more seme Vegeta stuff, because I'd put everyone straight! (shakes fist) ((Don't be offended by this if you support seme Vegeta, this is merely me being an idiot. Thank you.)) The `put your socks on' is not mine, it is © GogetaJr, I just borrowed it(with permission) because it's funny! I also don't own the Flora Company, or the Pussycat dolls, although that'd be nice… (rubs chin) I don't own the Resolve Company either, though I do have a box of them in my cupboard, lol.

 

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Chapter seven:

 

I can't think after they said that. He can't be dying…she just pulled his tail…there's no way that that causes death…no! I grit my teeth and stare at the floor, wanting to see him, but knowing there is little point as he isn't going to be awake yet. They haven't even told me what's wrong! They are supposed to by now! I look up and notice the nurse has gently grasped my hand, leading me into the room with the doctor, seeing his prone form on the bed and biting my lip harshly as they lead me to a seat, my eyes fixed on his body.

 

“I don't know quite how to say this…” The doctor says, a nervous tone in her voice as she takes my hand, squeezing it. “But…it seems as though his molecular structure is failing…” I swallow. “His cells are dying so quickly that he has a few weeks at most…and at least, he has five days.” Giving me a nervous look, she continues. “Is there something you need to tell us about him?” I stay silent. There is nothing that they need to know about him. He is a clone, but that changes nothing. He's dying. At my silence, the doctor gives me a soft gaze. “We'll have to keep him overnight to get a better idea of how fast his cells are dying…it will give a better time scale…” I feel sick as I shake my head, anger overriding rational thought.

 

“No! I want to take him home!” I get to my feet, but the doctor grabs my arm.

 

“Sir! Think about what is best for him!” Tearing my arm from her grip, I twist around, feeling ready to kill anyone who comes between me and my 'Geta. I refuse to let him go now.

 

“Don't you touch me!” I snarl, then move towards the bed, picking him up and moving to exit the room, but she gets in my way, the nurse dialling a number on the phone. “Get out of my way!” I demand, angry. “If there's nothing you can do for him, at least he can be home!” I hear the nurse put the phone down, and the doctor and her share a glance, before the doctor moves out of my way, looking down.

 

“If that is what you feel is best for him…” I nod and move out of the room, closing the door after me without even saying thank you. I am not in the mood for pleasantries; the person I love is dying, just like all the others. Before anyone who sees me can come and question what I'm doing, I run out of the hospital, clutching 'Geta to my chest tightly. Why does he have to die?? I skid over to my car and buckle him in again, getting into my own seat quickly, not buckling as I speed home, uncaring of whether I get in a crash or get caught by the police.

 

I keep glancing over at him as I drive, mentally begging him to wake up; say something to me, move…anything…but he doesn't, just laying there as limp as he was when I put him in, my heart beating a mile a minute as I finally reach our home, getting out and getting him out as well. The sky decides to rain and I shudder as I feel the cool spray hit my body, looking down to see it on 'Geta's face, pulling him closer to me as I run towards my house, fumbling with the keys, water on my face, whether it is tears or rain I am not sure.

 

Finally, I unlock the door and stumble in, moving to lay him on the settee as I go to close the door behind us. I turn around after doing so to just stare at him, not saying a word. Is there even anything to say? Could he hear me if I said something?

 

…I can't believe he's dying…

 

This has to be a dream, there's no other explanation. He can't die now, not like this. Not before I tell him how I feel, not before I have sex with him, not before I give him everything he wants and more…

 

No!

 

I feel broken as I look at him, and slowly move over to kneel next to him and hold his hand.

 

Please 'Geta…please don't die…

 

I press my face against his shoulder, gritting my teeth to fight the broken cry that wanted to escape my mouth; the cry of pain, of loss, helplessness. There is nothing I can do, and I know it. All I can do is pray.

 

Please…for me…stay…

 

I don't know how much time has passed before I move my face from his shoulder, a dampness on his clothes and skin indicating that the wetness on my face were tears of despair. I have long since dried up, and yet I can feel the tears as they fall down my cheeks, swallowing to myself. The feeling of helplessness is tearing me apart; the knowledge that there is literally nothing I can do for him only fuelling the fire of self-hatred that I can feel building.

 

He had been looking a bit ill more and more as time passed, but I never thought to think about it, or take much notice. It was just a paling of the skin and a tired look…but I would have expected that from the recent…turn of events, you could say. But it isn't good enough. This doesn't feel right.

 

It's not supposed to be like this.

 

People don't fall in love, then lose it almost immediately! It's not right!

 

`True love conquers all' they say. I don't see it happening here. But I do love him, I know I do…I can't say this feeling as anything else…nothing else comes close to how I feel…

 

Biting my lip, I am left at a loss of what to do. I want to wake him up, but I don't know how.

 

He looks so peaceful in his sleep, but he is pale…oh so very pale…

 

My hand finds it's way to his forehead and brushes away stray strands of hair from his face, feeling the coolness of his skin, causing my own face to ashen.

 

He's not…he hasn't…

 

“'GETA??” The yell from my throat is involuntary as I shake his shoulders, my eyes wide as I haven't the sense to check for a pulse or if he is breathing, panic having overtaken my heart as my mind had connected the coolness and pale skin to death. “'Geta!! 'Geta!!!” Finally, my frenzied efforts pay off as his eyes slowly open, taking in my face and the room as his hand moves to shield his eyes from the glaring light behind me.

 

Oh 'Geta…

 

Relief crashes through me and I yank him to my chest, burying my face back into his shoulder, unaware that my force may hurt him as I kiss at his neck and cling to him, muttering nonsensically about how glad I am to know he's alive and how worried I was before I feel how tense he is. Pulling back, I look into his brown gaze, seeing the look of a man who doesn't quite know what is going on, and I am sure my expression softens.

 

“…How did we get here?” He questions, looking nervously around. “The last thing I remember was me saying that the restaurant we were in wasn't clean…then a lot of pain…” I have the urge to pull him to my chest and never let him go, but instead, I let go, not sure if he is alright…I did grab him pretty hard…

 

“You passed out.” I said quietly, not knowing whether to tell him what's happening to him or not, even though he does need to know… “…My ex wife grabbed and pulled your tail and you collapsed…” Silence reigned between us for a while, then I spoke again. “I scooped you up and took you to the doctors…” I feel like my throat has closed up; I can't say any more. I don't want to say it to him…that would be admitting it were real… His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that unnerves me. He knows I have more to say, he knows that it is something important, and he looks determined to get it out of me. Short of lying, there is nothing I can say… His abused tail coils my wrist, and his hand rests on the side of my face, the gaze changing to an imploring look, my heart beating faster in my chest as I stare at him. He's so beautiful, so loving and caring…

 

“…What did they say?” Confused, I tilt my head. What…?

 

“Who…?” Vegeta blinks.

 

“The doctors…what did they say?” A wave of self-loathing creeps over me for a minute. He must think I'm so stupid right now…

 

“Uhm…they said…” I fidget. I don't want to tell him he's going to die… “…They said…” Giving up, I pull him to my chest, pressing our lips together harshly, trying to make him forget what he is asking me and give in to my affection for him, the look of shock in his eyes only making me close my own and pull him closer, feeling my thigh between his own and growling softly to myself. Is this really how I want to have sex with him for the first time?? Is it?! Covering up something so important?

 

I barely notice my body's movements as I struggle with my conscience over what I am doing until I feel myself kissing down his belly, hearing gasps and weak mewls coming from him and freeze, my cheeks suddenly going scarlet as I pull away, shaking as my eyes trail over his needy body, from his feet to his face. Panting, flushed, a strand of hair over his forehead that shouldn't be there, his eyes slowly opening, looking curious…

 

Gorgeous.

 

“Ka…Kakarott…” He pants, turning his face to the side, exposing a deep red mark that undoubtedly I left on his skin, his body trembling under me in want. “Please…” Crawling over him, I kiss his lips softly, then turn to plant kisses over his face. I'm shocked when he gently pushes at my shoulders, shaking his head. “Tell me what they said Kakarott…” The excited, flushed look is still on his face, making me want to kiss him, but I pull back and sit up, swallowing, unsure of how to break the news.

 

“They said…” I pause. His eyes bore into mine accusingly, as if I am the cause of what is wrong, making me tear my gaze away and look down. “T-They said you're dying…” The silence seems to last forever, before I look at his face, a bewildered expression upon it. I continue. “They think you have five days left…at the very minimum…” I'm not sure how he manages to keep looking calm, the confusion disappearing slowly as it sinks in. I see him swallow, but he doesn't say anything, and neither do I. We just stare at each other.

 

I don't think there is anything to say.

 

Slowly, he manages to sit up, resting his chin on his clasped-together hands, not looking at me. I'm kneeling on the sofa, leant a little over him as I try to look at his face, nervous and worried that he will think the truth of me; that I am a coward, that I was only so willing to have sex now because he is dying…that it was a kind of distraction… This silence is killing me, but I let it be, wait for him to say something, anything to let me know that he is not mad, that he doesn't mind…

 

Wordlessly, he leans forward, kissing me, both of his hands resting on my cheeks as he sighs into my mouth, leaving me unsure. He seems really upset… I don't know… Gasping, I find myself underneath him, his body crouched directly over my hips, a shiver rushing through me as his hands find the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly, fingertips trailing on my bared skin. I just look up at him pitifully, not sure whether this is what he wants, or whether he is doing this for the same reasons I was a few moments ago…

 

Looking up into dark eyes, I touch his bare chest, my arm accidentally blocking of his undoing of my buttons, a look of confusion on his face as he tries to nudge my hand away, obviously intent on what he is doing. With a sigh of my own, I willingly move my hand away, letting him do as he pleases. He deserves that, if nothing else. His hands reach the waistband of my jeans and I gasp, face heating as he pulls my shirt out of them and finishes unbuttoning, the determination in his eyes making me nervous.

 

“Kakarott…” His voice comes out as a purr as he licks my neck, a shyness that I'm not sure I've ever had before making me keep my stillness and moan softly.

 

“…Vegeta…” Trembling, he pulls back and looks at me, studying my face in a careful way. I blush. “…Are you sure that…this is what you want? Right now…?” I get no reply. “Because we don't have to…I love you…if we're not ready, we'll figure it out…don't feel pressured…don't force yourself…” I see tears building in his eyes and instantly fear I've said something wrong, sitting up, cradling him to my chest. “I'm sorry…it's okay…”

 

“…Why do you keep pushing me away?” He whispers, his voice muffled, sounding hurt. I blink, confused. I'm not pushing him away at all… “Every time I try to get close…you just make an excuse or move away from me…why…what have I done to deserve this…?” Staying silent, I stroke his hair. I don't know why he's so upset…every time I have moved away, it has been because I don't know what he wants, what's best for him…how can he not know that?

 

“Vegeta…” I begin, but he cuts me off, tilting his head up and pressing his lips to mine harshly. I gasp as he grabs at my shoulders, then give in and press against him, slowly forcing him to lay back on the settee, my hands wandering over his exposed skin, making him gasp into my mouth and loop his arms around my neck. To my surprise, he lifts his legs and grasps my waist with them, grinding his hips against mine, my own pressing back eagerly, heat rising in my cheeks as I pull back from his mouth, panting. “I won't push you away this time…if you can tell me honestly that this is what you want…” I whisper, my voice sounding so gentle… He looks up at me, trust gleaming in his eyes as he nods his head, pressing closer, his lips an inch away from mine.

 

“Yes…I want this…” He says quietly, his voice as soft as mine. We both move, and our lips connect, both of us grabbing at the other, his hands in my hair, my hands around his waist as we allow ourselves to sink into the settee. Suddenly, I pull back, my cheeks heated as I smile at him, moving to lift him onto my lap as I sit up, looking up at his face from my new viewpoint and leaning to kiss along his chest carefully. I cannot say that this is an easy task, or even that I know what I am doing, as this is so new that I feel nervous, but I try my best. He looks down at me, and I can't help but blush a little; he looks like a Prince like this…so gorgeous and strong… My heart pangs as my head reminds me that he is actually getting weaker, but I push that thought away, not wanting to think of it as I move up to kiss his lips, a firm response making me groan into his mouth. Shyly, he pulls back. “I think we should take this somewhere…more private.”

 

Smiling, I agree, lifting him from my lap and into my arms, kissing him still as I make my way towards my bedroom. His hands hold firmly around my neck as we enter the room, feeling an urge to pin him to the bed, instead gently crawling onto it and laying him underneath me, giving him space to move if he needs it. Leaning down to kiss him, I see tears in his eyes and freeze, my own eyes widening as he grabs at my neck, trying to pull me down, but I cannot move, his tears wracking my confidence. He doesn't look happy; he doesn't look like he wants to do this…

 

What am I doing?!

 

I pull away again, covering my mouth with my hands as I realise that I'm taking advantage of him again…in his moment of weakness…he…I just told him he's dying…I can't…!

 

“Oh God, I'm so sorry Vegeta…” I gasp, trying to pull back, startled as he moves forward, pulling me down at the same time.

 

“Hush.” Face flushed, yet still a little sorrowful, he presses his lips to mine, and I give in. He does want this…I want this…the situation may not be ideal, but if we aren't quick enough, then there may be no situation left at all…at the moment, even this situation is good enough… I stray my hands to his chest again and stroke it gently, moving my lips to kiss his neck, taking it slow. His hands push at my arms and I freeze, unsure of what he is doing as they start trying to pull my shirt from my arms. “Don't stop…” He begs, his voice barely a whimper, making me feel bad. I did promise not to push him away… Moving my arms back, I allow him to remove the shirt before I lean down, continuing to kiss his neck, a soft moan spilling from his lips. “Mmm…yes…” My hands trace over every inch of his exposed skin and I cannot help a shiver as he arches up into the touch, his eyes closed as he breathes a gentle sigh. A smile comes to my lips, which I find odd, but it doesn't particularly bother me as I lean down to worship his chest with kisses. I feel his hand tangle into my hair and I moan into his skin at the touch, licking downwards, the fingers twitching a little every time I get lower, noticing his breaths becoming more ragged and - possibly just my imagination - nervous as I keep going along my journey.

 

Pulling back, I hear a disappointed moan, though I detect a faint sigh of relief as I rake my eyes over his body yet again, my gaze settling on the black shorts - and the bulge within them, my face heating unbearably. I move to look at his face, the arousal within me burning like an inferno as I see his eyes open as slits, the red in his face just fuelling my desire. Gathering my confidence, I place my hand over his crotch, earning a gasp and a widening of his gorgeous eyes, causing me to rub at it enthusiastically, watching as he puts a hand to his mouth to block his cries. For some reason, this action just encourages me, my hands gripping the shorts and tugging them down a bit, waiting for him to consent or refuse; I would rather do this at a pace that suits him. To my delight, he lifts his hips, allowing me to tug them down to his knees, before I stop, my face heating as I look at his erection.

 

He shifts his hips, drawing my attention back up to his face, finding an embarrassed expression on it, as if he didn't want me to look. Feeling a bit guilty, I look back down and continue to remove the shorts, surprised at how he is helping me to remove the items as quickly as possible, seeing as he seems self-conscious about his body. Unable to stop a feeling of pride, I look over his body carefully, making sure to be careful that he doesn't notice too much; he is letting me do as I please to him, and if he is so embarrassed, he is putting a lot of trust into me. Looking him over again, I don't see why he'd be so ashamed of having such a sexy physique, but I let it pass; there are things about my body that I don't like either, and I have been told it's not bad at all.

 

Either I am taking too long, or he is getting bored of staying still, but he leans up, his hand touching my face, causing me to blink and look at his face, just in time for him to press his lips to mine again. Moaning, I feel him putting pressure against me, slowly moving back to allow him to sit up if that's what he wants, finding myself pushed down onto my back, my eyes widening as he straddles my stomach and strokes his hands down my neck. Swallowing, I don't say a word, letting him do as he chooses, my eyes unable to stay on his face for very long as they trail down…

 

He laughs when he notices that I can't keep my eyes from wandering, and though I can tell he is nervous, he also seems amused. I flicker my eyes to look at his face again, seeing him shake his head softly in mock disapproval, my cheeks heating more than they had been previously. I still haven't said anything since he told me to be quiet, aware that since he requested it, I haven't been able to really talk myself out of this, though maybe it is just that I feel more comfortable with the idea now.

 

Deftly, he turns around completely, his gorgeous back facing me as he seems preoccupied with my jeans, making my face heat as I stare at his ass, knowing full well he is staring at the bulge in the denim. Despite the fact that I want to touch him, I keep my hands to myself, not wanting to throw him off what he is going to do or embarrass him. I tense when his palm presses to the crotch of my jeans, doing my very best not to buck up into it, biting my lip. The pressure builds as he rubs teasingly over it, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides as I keep control of myself, panting softly. I know I am blushing when his hand pulls down the zipper of my jeans and undoes the button, tugging them down my legs enough to expose my boxers, my erection obviously straining against them as I hear him chuckle.

 

I want to say something, to know why he is laughing at this point; being laughed at now is not doing anything for my confidence, but I bite my tongue, somehow feeling that I shouldn't say a word.

 

It comes as a shock when he starts to fondle my aching cock, and I gasp, grabbing his hips immediately, rubbing them in circles, trying to encourage him into doing more. He seems aware of this as his hands cup my arousal and he leans back, looking over his shoulder at me, studying my face.

 

“Are you alright, Kakarott?” He asks, his voice soft, his beautiful brown eyes reflecting his desire towards me and causing my lust to rise in response as I nod, still not saying a word. He purrs lowly, continuing to rub my arousal even as he watches me, and I cannot help but gasp again, moaning low in my throat. “You can talk, you know.” When he says this, it feels like a spell has been broken, and I grab his hips tighter, moaning his name immediately.

 

“Vegeta…” To my disappointment, he releases me, turning around to face me again, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Even as I kiss back, I am unsure as to why I am letting him take the lead - usually I am the aggressor in the bedroom - but I know I can trust him, and I am enjoying this as it is. He seems to want to be the one in control, and I want to let him do whatever he wants, so I suppose this situation suits us both. My hands thread into his hair and stroke at his scalp as one of his pushes against my chest to keep him up, the other cupping my cheek as we kiss, my body wanting more. We eventually pull back, both of us ending up breathless as I stare up at him quietly. “Vegeta.” It comes out as a whisper, and it sends a shiver through his body, the look on his face making me want to kiss him again, so I do; rubbing my thumb over his lower lip before pressing mine to his.

 

I feel the urge to roll us both over and start exploring his body on my own, but I can sense that he isn't finished playing with my body and pull back from his lips to allow him to continue what he started, smiling at him. I can see he appreciates my movement as he returns my smile, crawling off of my stomach and moving lower, causing me to bite my lip in anticipation. His hands tug off my jeans, then yank on the hem of my boxers, my cheeks heating more than before as I sit up a little, watching him lick over my covered erection, hearing a low purr in his throat as his tail waves high behind him. Groaning, I shiver and grip the sheets below me with tight fists, noticing the look of pleasure on his face as he licks harder, then sucks on the damp material. I try not to let my hips buck up into the touch, but can't help myself, moaning softly in disappointment as he pulls back, purring loudly.

 

My eyes are narrowed as I move forward, kissing over his neck roughly, pressing my lips hard to his throat, letting him know my appreciation of his actions. His body seems to go slack under my touches and I blink, seeing him lean back a little, cheeks flushed. Greedily, I take in the sight of him on his knees, liking how he is leant back so that I can see all of his muscles stretching, and gaze over his intimate areas. He knows I am looking, and moves to part his legs a little, my face heating more at the gesture. I suppose I have stopped his play now; even though I was enjoying it so much, my movements must have made him think I was getting bored. Sighing softly, I move forward, pushing my jeans off the bed to give us more room and crouch over him, my eyes staring down into his. He closes them and tilts his head back, offering a kiss, so I take it, covering his mouth with my own greedily.

 

After a few moments of lusty kissing, I pull back, immediately kissing over his neck. He gasps under me as I suckle a particular spot, moaning into my ear as I pull back, staring at the reddened skin, smiling. I only stare a moment, then begin my way down his body, sucking on his collarbone as my hands touch over his soft skin, rubbing his nipples. He moans and arches into the touches, causing me to feel even more determined to please him, putting in all of my efforts. As I stroke his hips, I lick over his chest, his moans and purrs vibrating against my tongue erotically and causing me to get harder, groaning in response.

 

“K-Kakarott…” He gasps, arching up into my mouth when my hands grope at his thighs, playing with the area around his member without touching it, knowing that it could drive him insane. His hands find my hair and tug on it, making me look up at his needy face as he whimpers and tries to force my head lower to where he really wants it. And after seeing his face like that, I do not wish to deny him, allowing him to push my head down. My face is level with his cock, and instead of licking it like he wants me to, I turn my face and nip his thigh, my left hand moving up to fondle him as my right goes under his body and strokes the curve of his ass. His reaction is almost instantaneous; the gasp for breath and buck of his hips just serving to make me want to tease him more. “A-Aah…more…”

 

I rub my thumb over the head of his erection and he whimpers softly, his neglected tail moving to tug at my boxers, my head shooting up to look at it in surprise.

 

“Vegeta?” I turn back to look at his face, a little thrown off by the touch. I hadn't been expecting it, seeing as his legs are either side of my hips, and his hands are buried in the sheets. I had forgotten he had another limb…

 

“T-Take them off…” He begs, his face flushed with want as his tail tugs harder on the waistband, managing to drag them down a little. I can feel my face go red as I swallow, moving back from him to pull them down, freeing my erection to the air, shivering at the look he gives me. 'Geta sits up and moves his hand down to curl around my cock and I groan, looking at him with lustful eyes as I shift closer, my hand grasping his member and stroking in slow, teasing motions.

 

This foreplay has lasted a long time already, but I still haven't had the chance to prepare his body for my intrusion, my cheeks flaring at the thought and causing him to look a bit quizzical as my hand stops. I look at his face as calmly as I can, and he blushes slightly, hopefully aware of what I am thinking about as he lets go of my cock, gently nudging my hand to let go of his as he moves to go down on me.

 

I bite my lip as his tongue touches the tip, running over it slowly and causing me to squirm a little. I am not used to this; my ex-wife and I only tried this once with disastrous results that put us both off the idea, and that was years ago. It feels weird to have someone's face that close to my most intimate part, and I feel nervous even as he sucks along the side, seemingly content. I don't move an inch as he pays attention to me, choosing to avert my gaze and stare at the ceiling, panting softly under the ministrations. I gasp in shock as I feel his mouth engulf the head, a feeling of panic rising in my body despite the pleasure I am receiving and I shudder.

 

The last time someone tried to do this, I ended up getting bitten.

 

He begins to purr around me and I cannot help but moan; the vibration stimulating me easily. I lean forward as much as I can without disturbing him and grasp his tail, stroking and ruffling the fur deftly, gasping when I feel him suck on me harder, making me bite my lip again. After a moment, I let go, unable to take much more as I try to shift back, my hands going into Vegeta's hair and lightly tugging on it.

 

I'm almost relieved when his mouth leaves me and he sits up, looking a little confused. I stroke his hair and move to kiss him, feeling his hands grip my shoulders as he kisses back with equal force, my body moving almost instinctively to cover his, pinning him down to the bed lustily. His hands move to tangle into my hair, his body rubbing sinuously against mine and driving me on as I pull back, a sound that reminds me of a growl coming out of my throat. His legs part beneath me and I move down to lift his hips, becoming a little unsure of myself as I look at his entrance.

 

I push away my nervousness and tell myself that I can do this because I love and want to please him, licking on two of my fingers and pressing them to him. I hear him gasp and lean back a little to gaze at his face as I begin to press one in, watching his expressions carefully. Whimpering, he lifts his hips, causing my finger to probe even deeper into him, my face heating even as he moans and pushes back against me, shocking me. Red, I pull my finger almost out, adding the second one to join it and pushing back in, hearing him moan at my movements.

 

My confidence grows at his reactions and I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of him, turning my face to plant kisses up his thigh. I feel his hands move, and then his sounds are muffled; signalling that he has covered his mouth. I frown a little, but do not let it deter me from what I was doing, scissoring my fingers inside him carefully and hearing a muffled yowl.

 

“Vegeta? Are you alright?” I ask, the yowl having made me feel even more nervous than I had before I had started; thinking I have hurt him. When I get no response but a whimper, I pull my fingers out and move to lay over him again, looking into his chocolate gaze. His hands are still clasped over his mouth, and I kiss one gently. “Are you alright?” I persist; not wanting to continue if he is in pain or unsure. Moving his hands from his face, he wraps his arms around my neck, purring softly.

 

“Yes…” Reassured, I press closer, my erection pressed against his entrance as my mouth moves to press to his lips. His legs grip my hips and I kiss him, my tongue rubbing roughly against his as lust takes me over, my hips pushing forward of their own accord; making him cry out into my mouth. His tightness grips my erection and it feels so good that I cannot help but shove my hips forward harder, his nails digging into my back as I fully sheathe myself, gasping. “K-Kakarott…” Leaning forward again, I kiss him softly; waiting for him to adjust to my erection, despite my desire to thrust again. It only takes a few moments for him to relax, his hands soothing over my back as his hips shift against mine. I groan at the friction and pull my hips back, thrusting my hips forward as gently as I can so as not to hurt him; rewarded by his moans.

 

“Ve-Vegeta…” I gasp, then bury my face in his neck; licking at the sweaty skin as I thrust my hips again, harder. Nails dig crescent shapes into my shoulders as he pulls me closer and I groan lowly, knowing that he is enjoying himself; he would say so otherwise. I move my body up further over his to gain better leverage and a better view only to see hazy pleasure-filled eyes staring up at me. My cheeks heat from the look on his face and I cannot help but close my eyes and lean down to kiss him. His mouth meets mine enthusiastically and our tongues curl together in a lustful manner, his hands clutching at my back as if he were afraid I was going to stop.

 

My hips are still moving when I pull away from his lips; the restriction on my movements that kissing caused me driving me insane. I keep the weak pace for a moment as I pant; my eyes trailing over every part of his body and face, assessing his reactions carefully. One of my hands moves from his hip to stroke down his side and he arches up, moaning loudly enough that I feel the whole countryside can hear. The reaction makes me shiver, and I don't want to control myself anymore; my hips speeding up quickly to pound into him and make him cry out more.

 

“Ah! Ah!” The mantra that falls from his lips only causes me to get even more aroused than before; leaning down to kiss at his neck and chin as I thrust into his heat. His head is tossing from side to side, and the hands that were once clawing at my back are fisted in the sheets below us both; the display overwhelming me.

 

“V-V…'Geta…” I gasp, wrapping my arms under his back and leaning back, trying to lift him onto my lap. He gets the idea and lets go; allowing me to move him to where I want him to be before gripping my shoulders and pushing himself down to meet my movements. His sweaty hair dangles in front of his eyes as he whimpers, riding each jerk of my hips with fervour, unaware that the way he is leaning backwards is giving me a thrill. His tail is puffed out behind him, and the noises he makes are proving to me that he is losing control; as if the clenching of his walls around me was not enough of an indication for me to notice. Every clench seems to be tighter than the last, and I find myself hissing through my teeth to try and calm myself down. Looking at his blissful face is almost enough to push me over the edge, but luckily, my determination to please him is stronger than that.

 

Calming myself, I soothe my hands over his back, pulling him a little closer to me and steadying him at the same time. It is obvious he appreciates the help as he leans forward, kissing me deeply while still shifting his hips, his hands grabbing at my face. Moaning into his mouth, I can't help but grip his ass and squeeze it in encouragement. He gasps into my mouth and I moan again, pulling away from his lips to kiss his chin, cheeks, neck; anywhere I can reach. He turns his face a little away from mine and pushes down harder onto my lap, my hands aiding his movements easily and pulling him down in a faster manner, his tail coiling my wrist.

 

My eyes are lidded as I move one of my hands from his ass to the base of his tail, ruffling the fur and licking his ear at the same time. His fingers dig into my back at the assault and I hiss through my teeth as he scratches down my back, finally finding how he had scratched Trunks the other day. I can hear him panting close to my ear, and I lose control; pulling out of him quickly and turning him over onto his hands and knees. He turns to look back at me - possibly to ask me something - and howls as I thrust back into him, burying myself as deep as I can go. I see his arms fail to hold him up and shiver; getting more aroused by the primitive, submissive position he is in, as I know that he is mine, and only mine.

 

Leaning forward over him, I lick at the back of his neck and feel his tail press against my abdomen, groaning at the soft contact. After stroking his chest and stomach a few times without moving, I kiss his shoulder and move back, leaving his back cold. He whimpers in response and I cannot help but thrust my hips against his; barely moving but making him moan loudly in pleasure from the action.

 

“K-Kakarott!” My hand grips his tail, and I feel the urge to tug on it and use it to pull his hips back against my own, but my mind is warning me not to do so. I try to ignore the strange desire and pet it gently, rolling my hips hard into him and shuddering at the responsive cry. But he is almost too much for me; his tightness, his heat, his voice…it all combines together to try and make me give in to instinct, but I know I cannot. I let go of his tail and grab his hip, finding it a safer option. “A-Ah… More…” Growling, I can feel myself hastening to his demands; my hips are soon slamming into him at a pace I've never thought possible before, and my hands are gripping his hips, pulling him back onto my cock aggressively, almost as if I expect him to escape if I let up. “K-Kaka…rott…”

 

I move my hand from his hips to slip it between his legs and fondle his erection and he cries out, clenching tightly around me. Shuddering, I continue to thrust and touch him until his head tosses back and he screams my name, his inner walls clamping around my cock and making me cum hard into him.

 

“Vegeta!” Spent, I feel myself slump onto his back, hearing him pant softly under me and I smile at the noise. His tail twitches against my stomach and I realise I don't have the time to lay here like this; tiredly getting off of him and lying on my back. After a moment, he relaxes properly; letting himself lie down on his stomach as he turns his face to look at me, his head pillowed by his arms. He is panting heavily, and after a moment's reflection, I sense that I am too; my grin widening a little in content.

 

A shy smile graces his lips that seems a little off and I shift closer; resting my hand on his cheek and kissing his lips softly. He presses closer to me and I can't help but grin mentally. Either he is cold, and not telling me, or he wants to be close to me. At the moment, I don't mind either way; I just want to be close to him right now too. I move into a sitting position and gently try to pick him up, my eyes widening when he pouts and moves away. I am unsure if he is teasing me or not, so I lean over and attempt it again, but he whines as I gather him into my arms.

 

“What…again?” My cheeks heat at the complaint as I look down at him; was I bad or something? Sighing to myself, I shake my head.

 

“I…thought you were cold…” It is his turn to blush now; embarrassment etched into his features as he nods quietly, looking grateful for my insight into his body. Mildly amused, I move off the bed, kicking the sheets over before laying him down and settling in next to him. He moves even closer to me and presses to my chest comfortably, leaving me speechless.

 

Judging by how tired he is, I suppose we can always talk later.