Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Patience ❯ Mated ( Chapter 15 )
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By: pixelgoddess 
Now that Goku and Vegeta are successfully mated, they celebrate with sex. Lots and lots of playful sex.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.13.2009 | Updated On: 04.13.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Now that Goku and Vegeta are successfully mated, they celebrate with sex. Lots and lots of playful sex.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.13.2009 | Updated On: 04.13.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Patience
By Pixelgoddess
Summary – Vegeta has had his eye on Goku for years, but isn’t willing to make the first move. Will either of them bend?
This started out life as a series of one-shots, with required sentences – first ‘Why did you stop?’, then ‘I’ve been waiting a long time for this’ and ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Now look what has happened – it’s taken on a life of its own.
Pairings – oh please – I almost never write anything but Goku and Vegeta. What do you think?
Warnings – This is me you are talking about – expect smut and angst, pretty much in equal measure. With enough sap to thin it out. Possible character death – haven’t made up my mind yet… *smirks* Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) And now that the cat is out of the bag – mpreg.
A disclaimer too? *sighs* Would I worry about paying my bills if I owned them? Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
Chapter 15 – Mated
Vegeta woke from his doze to the pleasant sensation of Kakarott’s palm gliding over his chest and smiled to himself. His mate had finally done it – finally broken through that barrier and now accepted him as his mate as well.
“Are you holding me the right way now?” he asked, just loud enough to be heard over their lazy purrs. He released a trickle of ki into Kakarott’s tailspot before he had time to answer.
“That’s cheating,” Kakarott gasped, shivering under his touch.
“Of course. If I didn’t you’d be disappointed.” He felt Kakarott’s amused agreement. “So are you?” he teased.
Kakarott exhaled a contented sigh, “Yeah.”
“Good…now go back to sleep. You wore me out.”
Kakarott made a tired rumble of agreement and held him tightly, pressing against him as closely as his growing belly allowed. He wriggled a moment to find a comfortable position for his head on Vegeta’s shoulder, finally settling with his nose in Vegeta’s neck breathing in his scent. Within moments he was asleep.
When he wandered out this – no, yesterday – morning he’d known Kakarott was upset about something but he hadn’t been sure what. Kakarott’s dream had worried him at first, especially when it made him start to question his motives and actions. He’d tried to hide how much Kakarott was upsetting him, but without complete success, almost revealing his very real fear of losing his mate.
Kakarott’s tears disturbed him; his mate cried so rarely. The only time he could recall it with any clarity was because of the deaths of his wife and sons. He’d lost control of his emotions then, but it was more unusual than most people realized. He was different from Vegeta in that. Unlike Saiyans, humans saw strong emotions as a weakness. He didn’t agree, but rather than be perceived weak he’d tried to learn and adapt to how humans reacted. Saiyans showed their passions much more freely.
He’d been overwhelmed by Kakarott’s feelings of loss and hopelessness, and knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He would do anything to save him, even open his mind up to him completely. He hadn’t realized he’d still been blocking Kakarott to some extent, but once he knew he forced those barriers down. After all, what good were secrets if he lost his mate? The relief he felt when Kakarott’s mind willingly touched his nearly made him cry out.
And he had been stunned to realize how much of an impact there was to his side of the bond when Kakarott accepted him as mate. The bond he had before – the sense of emotions from Kakarott – was nothing compared to this. It was like everything was amplified, creating a feedback loop that had the potential to become completely addictive. They’d have to learn to control it, of course, but the initial flood of happy emotions was a welcome change from all the stress they had been experiencing. Hell, their first kiss as mates created such overwhelming lust, he barely managed to wait to ravish Kakarott long enough to lead him to the warmth and safety of their bedroom. Once there, the only thing that finally broke the cycle, ending hours of joyful sex was Kakarott’s collapsing in complete exhaustion.
He smiled to himself and stroked his mate’s cheek, reaching up to trail fingers through his hair. He was safe now.
Kakarott mumbled and pressed against him, snuggling in his arms. Kakarott’s tendency to be more submissive in bed, usually wanting to be the one held and protected, had surprised him at first. He thought he understood now; Kakarott had always been the one expected to be strong and protective; knowing he didn’t have to be and could still be safe had to be a welcome break. And Vegeta ate it up. He liked being someone Kakarott chose to depend on – it made him feel like all the transitions he’d gone through in his life had been worth it if the end result was Kakarott’s complete trust.
The strongest Saiyan in the universe was his mate, carrying his child, safe in his arms. Life was good.
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Vegeta grinned as Kakarott grabbed the sheets and flung them aside. His mate was being playfully aggressive and demanding sex – not that he had any objection. “Whose turn is it?” he asked, curious as to what Kakarott had in mind.
“Mine,” Kakarott growled, reaching over him to fish in the drawer for lube. Vegeta took advantage of the position, smoothing his hands over his back and tracing fingertips over his tailspot.
“Stop that,” Kakarott whined, trying without success to swat his hand away while still maintaining his precarious position. Vegeta teased him with a whisper of ki and Kakarott nearly collapsed on him in reaction.
Vegeta grinned and slid his hands down further, squeezing his mate’s firm, round ass. “Why?” he chuckled, fingertips tracing the line between, circling his entrance.
“Because it’s my turn!” Kakarott insisted, rolling away to check the drawer on the other side of the bed.
Vegeta sighed happily and put his hands behind his head, watching with amusement as Kakarott continued his futile search. “There’s no lube left there, you know. I finished it up with the last round.”
Kakarott grumbled and climbed awkwardly to his feet, jerking the sheets off the bed and wrapping them around himself. “We keep this room too cold.”
“Come back, I’ll heat you up,” Vegeta chuckled.
“I already told you, I’m the one doing the heating,” Kakarott called over his shoulder. “I’m not going to give up my turn even when I’m too big to see my erection.”
Vegeta snorted. Kakarott was getting close to that stage already. “Whatever you say. I enjoy the exercise.” He got up and adjusted the thermostat; it was a little too cool in here for Kakarott’s comfort.
Kakarott came back into the bedroom, several tubes in his hand, dragging the sheets behind him. “Hey. Get back in bed where you belong.”
Vegeta started to obey, then changed his mind, smirking as he moved closer to his mate. “Make me,” he purred, pressing their bodies together.
Kakarott grinned. “Cheating again.”
“Umm-hmmm,” he agreed, smoothing his tongue over one of Kakarott’s nipples.
“You’re so pushy,” Kakarott complained with a laugh. “It’s not going to work.” Kakarott tangled fingers in his hair and tipped Vegeta’s head to the side, exposing his neck and shoulder. A hard kiss against his clavicle was all it took to turn Vegeta to putty. He didn’t resist at all as he was coaxed back to the bed, sitting slowly so Kakarott could kiss him there as long as possible.
Kakarott stood and looked thoughtfully down at him, one hand rubbing his belly, the other absently playing with the lube.
“Now what?” Vegeta smirked. He’d been seeing more and more of this look lately; Kakarott was trying to figure out how in the hell he was going to get what he wanted without the baby getting in the way.
“Give me a pillow,” he finally said.
Vegeta reached behind him and grabbed one, tossing it to his mate. Kakarott caught it and dropped it to the floor. “So?”
“In a minute, in a minute,” Kakarott complained, lowering himself slowly to kneel on the pillow, using Vegeta and the bed for support. “Quit rushing me. Pushy.” He started to change position and thought the better of it. “Scoot over.”
Vegeta grinned and shifted so Kakarott could have easier access. “Better?”
“Perfect,” he said, strong hands on his thighs spreading Vegeta’s legs wider.
“So what’s the plan?” Vegeta teased, propping himself up on his elbows to see Kakarott slowly stroking himself.
His mate rolled his eyes with a completely faked air of harassment. “Don’t rush me. And who says I have a plan? Maybe I’m just making it up as I go along.”
“Even better.” It fascinated him to realize that even after a year together his mate still found their time together to be new and surprising; at times he seemed to revert to the curious but willing virgin. Most of the time Kakarott was all about the kissing and touching and foreplay, but every now and then he would be more aggressive, only wanting a quick fuck. He wondered what it would be this time.
He stared back as Kakarott studied him, not able to hide his grin as his mate’s thumbs gently stroked his inner thighs.
“You like that?” Kakarott grinned back, reaching one hand up to trace delicate designs with his fingertips over Vegeta’s chest and abdomen.
“What do you think?” Vegeta purred happily, watching his own erection grow even harder.
“You’ll like this even more,” Kakarott said, smirking. An instant later Vegeta gasped in pleased surprise at the feel of Kakarott’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock.
Aggressive, then.
Kakarott had gotten amazingly good at this. Completely capable of taking Vegeta’s entire cock in his mouth, and creative in technique. Even with Vegeta’s years of experience he had learned some tricks from his talented mate. He could feel him touching the edges of his mind, confirming Vegeta’s enjoyment – as if the moans and cries of pleasure weren’t enough.
Kakarott’s fingers sliding into him, carefully slicking and preparing, added to his enjoyment. They crooked and twisted, teasing his prostate, perfectly in sync with the movement of his tongue against his cock. He arched into the touch, supported by Kakarott’s other hand splayed against the small of his back.
He knew he couldn’t last long against this talented onslaught. His world flashed vivid colors behind eyes closed tight so he could focus completely on the sensations. In one stunning instant of bliss, Kakarott pressed fingertips hard against his prostate and tailspot, sucking hard on his cock. Vegeta screamed his release, toes curling, back arched like a bow.
Fortunately, Kakarott took his time lapping up the fruits of his labors, because it was all Vegeta could do to catch his breath.
“So? How was it?” Kakarott demanded, finishing more quickly than Vegeta would have liked.
He could hear the satisfied grin in Kakarott’s voice and smiled contentedly at the ceiling. “You’ve gotten damned good at that.”
“You think so?” Kakarott asked, shifting around trying to find the best position.
He raised his head to grin at his mate. “Quit fishing for compliments.”
Kakarott didn’t answer, an intense, if somewhat frustrated expression marring his face. “Damn it,” he muttered.
Vegeta propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Kakarott between his spread legs. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do it. The bed’s too high to kneel and too low to stand. If I try to stack pillows they slide apart and I fall off,” he continued, frustration mounting. “Damn it, sometimes I really hate being pregnant. I want to fuck you, but with the baby in the way I can’t.”
Vegeta almost grinned, but thought the better of it at the last minute. They both knew Kakarott’s growing belly would require some adjustments, but reminding him of that seemed rather cruel considering everything his mate was going through. He considered offering Kakarott a blow job to appease him, but honestly that wasn’t a replacement when his mate was obviously in the mood to fuck.
He pondered possible positions for a moment, smirking when an even better solution came to him. Vegeta rolled off the bed and bounced to his feet, much to Kakarott’s dismay.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Don’t worry,” he said, tucking a blanket under his arm and tossing a pillow to his mate. “You’ll get your turn. Bring that and lube and follow me.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Kakarott demanded, lumbering to his feet. Vegeta didn’t answer, just grinning back over his shoulder, and headed outside, positive his mate would follow. The sun was starting to set, coloring the clearing around their cabin with a warm orange glow. Kakarott caught up to him, stopping at his side next to a massive boulder.
“Alright Vegeta,” Kakarott asked, a little breathlessly, “What’s up?”
Vegeta couldn’t help himself – he smirked and pointed to his own erection.
“Vegeeeta,” Kakarott complained, half frustrated and half amused.
“Don’t be so impatient,” he answered, shoving the blanket into his mate’s arms. He took Kakarott by the shoulders and made him shift around until he stood with his side to the rock. He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he glanced between the rock and his mate, noting with little surprise that Kakarott’s erection had flagged. He’d have to fix that first. Vegeta curled his fingers around Kakarott’s cock and stroked it, pleased at the groan his touch elicited and the way his mate’s knees threatened to buckle. It didn’t take much to bring him back to life and when he released his grip it was to the music of Kakarott’s wail of protest.
“That’s better,” he said, stepping back and taking one more measurement. Then he turned and sliced the top off the boulder with a beam of ki, leaving a large level surface. He might not have the Namek’s ability to create things out of nothing but ki, but he was an expert in surgical demolition. Kakarott let a little cry of surprise escape before turning to grin at him. He smirked back and took the pillow and blanket from his mate’s arms, spreading it over the end of the structure he had already mentally dubbed ‘Fucking Rock’. In a moment he was up on the top, legs spread and grinning at Kakarott.
“There. That’s better.” As planned, the height was perfect for his mate; he’d have to find another boulder to cut down to size for himself.
“Vegeta, you are much too good to me,” Kakarott purred, flipping open the lube and generously slicking himself with it.
“I know. I’m a wonderful mate,” he said, swinging his legs over Kakarott’s shoulders. “Now fuck me already.”
“What? You don’t want more foreplay?” Kakarott teased, slipping his fingers inside Vegeta. He tried to wriggle to get Kakarott to touch his prostate, but his mate deliberately moved them to make it impossible.
He groaned with frustration and tightened his legs against his mate’s shoulders, drawing him closer so he could growl at him, only partly in fun. “Kakarott – you can do any damn thing you want as long as it involves sex and me cumming very, very soon.”
“But you already came once,” Kakarott grinned, tormenting him some more with long, slow strokes of his fingers.
“And whose fault is that?” he grumbled, wondering how long it would take before he would throw his mate to the ground and take what he wanted, ending this relentless teasing.
“Yours,” Kakarott said simply.
He propped himself up on his elbows and raised a questioning eyebrow at Kakarott. “Would you care to explain?”
“You made me pregnant.”
“Oh. Yes. That was me. Entirely. Completely. You had no involvement whatsoever.” Kakarott’s playfulness amused him, truth be told. This wasn’t the idiocy of earlier years that used to drive him mad, meant to distract and hide behind. This aspect of his personality hadn’t been obvious to him until they had become a couple and Kakarott had started to relax around him.
“Poor me, I was a pure innocent man-virgin before you corrupted me and used my fragile body so mercilessly.”
Vegeta didn’t make it past ‘innocent man-virgin’ before he started to laugh. Kakarott, with the expert timing of battle, waited until ‘mercilessly’ to crook his fingers and press down hard on his prostate. Vegeta’s laughter became a shocked cry of pleasure mingled with pain as his head slammed back in reaction, completely missing the pillow and banging hard against the rock. “Fuck!” he growled, a command and a curse.
Just as he was sorting out which of the stars he saw were pleasure and which were from pain Kakarott slid his cock in to the hilt, making him completely forget everything.
“Bas.Tard.Fuck.Ing.Bas.Tard,” Vegeta bit out, each syllable punctuated by a thrust of Kakarott’s hips.
Kakarott was pleased with himself, his answering chuckle dark with lust, making Vegeta groan at the sound.
Vegeta quit trying to speak, settling for grunts and groans as his mate fucked him hard. He couldn’t think anymore, his need for Kakarott’s cock to be buried deep in him all that mattered, his legs wrapping tightly around his mate, muscles clenching as he neared his peak.
Kakarott’s hand curled around his cock, stroking just once and he came with a roar of pleasure. His mate wasn’t far behind him, crying out his own release with several more thrusts.
After long moments of panting and gasping, Vegeta realized his legs still were wrapped tightly around Kakarott, keeping him close. He concentrated – more difficult than he expected - and loosened his hold, giving Kakarott enough room draw out of him. But not enough to draw away. He curled himself up, closing the gap Kakarott couldn’t, and drew his mate’s head down for a long, leisurely kiss finishing it with a nip to Kakarott’s bottom lip to pay him back for making him crack his head.
Kakarott tongue darted out to taste the tiny drop of blood before he brought a palm to his mouth and licked his hand clean, smirking down at him. “Move over,” he said, climbing up on the rock beside Vegeta.
“So?” Vegeta said, scooting over to make room for his mate, noting the sneaky bastard had managed to make him move on the side of the blanket with the wet spot. “What did you think of my Fucking Rock?”
“Quit fishing for compliments,” Kakarott grinned, settling beside him. “I like it.”
“Thought you would,” Vegeta smirked, before kissing him thoroughly. “Aren’t we going back inside?” he asked as Kakarott started to gather the blanket around himself.
“Nope. I want to sleep under the stars.”
“You’ll get cold,” Vegeta said, wrapping his arms around him.
“Not if you heat me up.”
“Don’t I always?”
“So pushy,” Kakarott rumbled, head resting on his shoulder.
TBC
By Pixelgoddess
Summary – Vegeta has had his eye on Goku for years, but isn’t willing to make the first move. Will either of them bend?
This started out life as a series of one-shots, with required sentences – first ‘Why did you stop?’, then ‘I’ve been waiting a long time for this’ and ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Now look what has happened – it’s taken on a life of its own.
Pairings – oh please – I almost never write anything but Goku and Vegeta. What do you think?
Warnings – This is me you are talking about – expect smut and angst, pretty much in equal measure. With enough sap to thin it out. Possible character death – haven’t made up my mind yet… *smirks* Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) And now that the cat is out of the bag – mpreg.
A disclaimer too? *sighs* Would I worry about paying my bills if I owned them? Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
Chapter 15 – Mated
Vegeta woke from his doze to the pleasant sensation of Kakarott’s palm gliding over his chest and smiled to himself. His mate had finally done it – finally broken through that barrier and now accepted him as his mate as well.
“Are you holding me the right way now?” he asked, just loud enough to be heard over their lazy purrs. He released a trickle of ki into Kakarott’s tailspot before he had time to answer.
“That’s cheating,” Kakarott gasped, shivering under his touch.
“Of course. If I didn’t you’d be disappointed.” He felt Kakarott’s amused agreement. “So are you?” he teased.
Kakarott exhaled a contented sigh, “Yeah.”
“Good…now go back to sleep. You wore me out.”
Kakarott made a tired rumble of agreement and held him tightly, pressing against him as closely as his growing belly allowed. He wriggled a moment to find a comfortable position for his head on Vegeta’s shoulder, finally settling with his nose in Vegeta’s neck breathing in his scent. Within moments he was asleep.
When he wandered out this – no, yesterday – morning he’d known Kakarott was upset about something but he hadn’t been sure what. Kakarott’s dream had worried him at first, especially when it made him start to question his motives and actions. He’d tried to hide how much Kakarott was upsetting him, but without complete success, almost revealing his very real fear of losing his mate.
Kakarott’s tears disturbed him; his mate cried so rarely. The only time he could recall it with any clarity was because of the deaths of his wife and sons. He’d lost control of his emotions then, but it was more unusual than most people realized. He was different from Vegeta in that. Unlike Saiyans, humans saw strong emotions as a weakness. He didn’t agree, but rather than be perceived weak he’d tried to learn and adapt to how humans reacted. Saiyans showed their passions much more freely.
He’d been overwhelmed by Kakarott’s feelings of loss and hopelessness, and knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He would do anything to save him, even open his mind up to him completely. He hadn’t realized he’d still been blocking Kakarott to some extent, but once he knew he forced those barriers down. After all, what good were secrets if he lost his mate? The relief he felt when Kakarott’s mind willingly touched his nearly made him cry out.
And he had been stunned to realize how much of an impact there was to his side of the bond when Kakarott accepted him as mate. The bond he had before – the sense of emotions from Kakarott – was nothing compared to this. It was like everything was amplified, creating a feedback loop that had the potential to become completely addictive. They’d have to learn to control it, of course, but the initial flood of happy emotions was a welcome change from all the stress they had been experiencing. Hell, their first kiss as mates created such overwhelming lust, he barely managed to wait to ravish Kakarott long enough to lead him to the warmth and safety of their bedroom. Once there, the only thing that finally broke the cycle, ending hours of joyful sex was Kakarott’s collapsing in complete exhaustion.
He smiled to himself and stroked his mate’s cheek, reaching up to trail fingers through his hair. He was safe now.
Kakarott mumbled and pressed against him, snuggling in his arms. Kakarott’s tendency to be more submissive in bed, usually wanting to be the one held and protected, had surprised him at first. He thought he understood now; Kakarott had always been the one expected to be strong and protective; knowing he didn’t have to be and could still be safe had to be a welcome break. And Vegeta ate it up. He liked being someone Kakarott chose to depend on – it made him feel like all the transitions he’d gone through in his life had been worth it if the end result was Kakarott’s complete trust.
The strongest Saiyan in the universe was his mate, carrying his child, safe in his arms. Life was good.
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Vegeta grinned as Kakarott grabbed the sheets and flung them aside. His mate was being playfully aggressive and demanding sex – not that he had any objection. “Whose turn is it?” he asked, curious as to what Kakarott had in mind.
“Mine,” Kakarott growled, reaching over him to fish in the drawer for lube. Vegeta took advantage of the position, smoothing his hands over his back and tracing fingertips over his tailspot.
“Stop that,” Kakarott whined, trying without success to swat his hand away while still maintaining his precarious position. Vegeta teased him with a whisper of ki and Kakarott nearly collapsed on him in reaction.
Vegeta grinned and slid his hands down further, squeezing his mate’s firm, round ass. “Why?” he chuckled, fingertips tracing the line between, circling his entrance.
“Because it’s my turn!” Kakarott insisted, rolling away to check the drawer on the other side of the bed.
Vegeta sighed happily and put his hands behind his head, watching with amusement as Kakarott continued his futile search. “There’s no lube left there, you know. I finished it up with the last round.”
Kakarott grumbled and climbed awkwardly to his feet, jerking the sheets off the bed and wrapping them around himself. “We keep this room too cold.”
“Come back, I’ll heat you up,” Vegeta chuckled.
“I already told you, I’m the one doing the heating,” Kakarott called over his shoulder. “I’m not going to give up my turn even when I’m too big to see my erection.”
Vegeta snorted. Kakarott was getting close to that stage already. “Whatever you say. I enjoy the exercise.” He got up and adjusted the thermostat; it was a little too cool in here for Kakarott’s comfort.
Kakarott came back into the bedroom, several tubes in his hand, dragging the sheets behind him. “Hey. Get back in bed where you belong.”
Vegeta started to obey, then changed his mind, smirking as he moved closer to his mate. “Make me,” he purred, pressing their bodies together.
Kakarott grinned. “Cheating again.”
“Umm-hmmm,” he agreed, smoothing his tongue over one of Kakarott’s nipples.
“You’re so pushy,” Kakarott complained with a laugh. “It’s not going to work.” Kakarott tangled fingers in his hair and tipped Vegeta’s head to the side, exposing his neck and shoulder. A hard kiss against his clavicle was all it took to turn Vegeta to putty. He didn’t resist at all as he was coaxed back to the bed, sitting slowly so Kakarott could kiss him there as long as possible.
Kakarott stood and looked thoughtfully down at him, one hand rubbing his belly, the other absently playing with the lube.
“Now what?” Vegeta smirked. He’d been seeing more and more of this look lately; Kakarott was trying to figure out how in the hell he was going to get what he wanted without the baby getting in the way.
“Give me a pillow,” he finally said.
Vegeta reached behind him and grabbed one, tossing it to his mate. Kakarott caught it and dropped it to the floor. “So?”
“In a minute, in a minute,” Kakarott complained, lowering himself slowly to kneel on the pillow, using Vegeta and the bed for support. “Quit rushing me. Pushy.” He started to change position and thought the better of it. “Scoot over.”
Vegeta grinned and shifted so Kakarott could have easier access. “Better?”
“Perfect,” he said, strong hands on his thighs spreading Vegeta’s legs wider.
“So what’s the plan?” Vegeta teased, propping himself up on his elbows to see Kakarott slowly stroking himself.
His mate rolled his eyes with a completely faked air of harassment. “Don’t rush me. And who says I have a plan? Maybe I’m just making it up as I go along.”
“Even better.” It fascinated him to realize that even after a year together his mate still found their time together to be new and surprising; at times he seemed to revert to the curious but willing virgin. Most of the time Kakarott was all about the kissing and touching and foreplay, but every now and then he would be more aggressive, only wanting a quick fuck. He wondered what it would be this time.
He stared back as Kakarott studied him, not able to hide his grin as his mate’s thumbs gently stroked his inner thighs.
“You like that?” Kakarott grinned back, reaching one hand up to trace delicate designs with his fingertips over Vegeta’s chest and abdomen.
“What do you think?” Vegeta purred happily, watching his own erection grow even harder.
“You’ll like this even more,” Kakarott said, smirking. An instant later Vegeta gasped in pleased surprise at the feel of Kakarott’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock.
Aggressive, then.
Kakarott had gotten amazingly good at this. Completely capable of taking Vegeta’s entire cock in his mouth, and creative in technique. Even with Vegeta’s years of experience he had learned some tricks from his talented mate. He could feel him touching the edges of his mind, confirming Vegeta’s enjoyment – as if the moans and cries of pleasure weren’t enough.
Kakarott’s fingers sliding into him, carefully slicking and preparing, added to his enjoyment. They crooked and twisted, teasing his prostate, perfectly in sync with the movement of his tongue against his cock. He arched into the touch, supported by Kakarott’s other hand splayed against the small of his back.
He knew he couldn’t last long against this talented onslaught. His world flashed vivid colors behind eyes closed tight so he could focus completely on the sensations. In one stunning instant of bliss, Kakarott pressed fingertips hard against his prostate and tailspot, sucking hard on his cock. Vegeta screamed his release, toes curling, back arched like a bow.
Fortunately, Kakarott took his time lapping up the fruits of his labors, because it was all Vegeta could do to catch his breath.
“So? How was it?” Kakarott demanded, finishing more quickly than Vegeta would have liked.
He could hear the satisfied grin in Kakarott’s voice and smiled contentedly at the ceiling. “You’ve gotten damned good at that.”
“You think so?” Kakarott asked, shifting around trying to find the best position.
He raised his head to grin at his mate. “Quit fishing for compliments.”
Kakarott didn’t answer, an intense, if somewhat frustrated expression marring his face. “Damn it,” he muttered.
Vegeta propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Kakarott between his spread legs. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do it. The bed’s too high to kneel and too low to stand. If I try to stack pillows they slide apart and I fall off,” he continued, frustration mounting. “Damn it, sometimes I really hate being pregnant. I want to fuck you, but with the baby in the way I can’t.”
Vegeta almost grinned, but thought the better of it at the last minute. They both knew Kakarott’s growing belly would require some adjustments, but reminding him of that seemed rather cruel considering everything his mate was going through. He considered offering Kakarott a blow job to appease him, but honestly that wasn’t a replacement when his mate was obviously in the mood to fuck.
He pondered possible positions for a moment, smirking when an even better solution came to him. Vegeta rolled off the bed and bounced to his feet, much to Kakarott’s dismay.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Don’t worry,” he said, tucking a blanket under his arm and tossing a pillow to his mate. “You’ll get your turn. Bring that and lube and follow me.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Kakarott demanded, lumbering to his feet. Vegeta didn’t answer, just grinning back over his shoulder, and headed outside, positive his mate would follow. The sun was starting to set, coloring the clearing around their cabin with a warm orange glow. Kakarott caught up to him, stopping at his side next to a massive boulder.
“Alright Vegeta,” Kakarott asked, a little breathlessly, “What’s up?”
Vegeta couldn’t help himself – he smirked and pointed to his own erection.
“Vegeeeta,” Kakarott complained, half frustrated and half amused.
“Don’t be so impatient,” he answered, shoving the blanket into his mate’s arms. He took Kakarott by the shoulders and made him shift around until he stood with his side to the rock. He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he glanced between the rock and his mate, noting with little surprise that Kakarott’s erection had flagged. He’d have to fix that first. Vegeta curled his fingers around Kakarott’s cock and stroked it, pleased at the groan his touch elicited and the way his mate’s knees threatened to buckle. It didn’t take much to bring him back to life and when he released his grip it was to the music of Kakarott’s wail of protest.
“That’s better,” he said, stepping back and taking one more measurement. Then he turned and sliced the top off the boulder with a beam of ki, leaving a large level surface. He might not have the Namek’s ability to create things out of nothing but ki, but he was an expert in surgical demolition. Kakarott let a little cry of surprise escape before turning to grin at him. He smirked back and took the pillow and blanket from his mate’s arms, spreading it over the end of the structure he had already mentally dubbed ‘Fucking Rock’. In a moment he was up on the top, legs spread and grinning at Kakarott.
“There. That’s better.” As planned, the height was perfect for his mate; he’d have to find another boulder to cut down to size for himself.
“Vegeta, you are much too good to me,” Kakarott purred, flipping open the lube and generously slicking himself with it.
“I know. I’m a wonderful mate,” he said, swinging his legs over Kakarott’s shoulders. “Now fuck me already.”
“What? You don’t want more foreplay?” Kakarott teased, slipping his fingers inside Vegeta. He tried to wriggle to get Kakarott to touch his prostate, but his mate deliberately moved them to make it impossible.
He groaned with frustration and tightened his legs against his mate’s shoulders, drawing him closer so he could growl at him, only partly in fun. “Kakarott – you can do any damn thing you want as long as it involves sex and me cumming very, very soon.”
“But you already came once,” Kakarott grinned, tormenting him some more with long, slow strokes of his fingers.
“And whose fault is that?” he grumbled, wondering how long it would take before he would throw his mate to the ground and take what he wanted, ending this relentless teasing.
“Yours,” Kakarott said simply.
He propped himself up on his elbows and raised a questioning eyebrow at Kakarott. “Would you care to explain?”
“You made me pregnant.”
“Oh. Yes. That was me. Entirely. Completely. You had no involvement whatsoever.” Kakarott’s playfulness amused him, truth be told. This wasn’t the idiocy of earlier years that used to drive him mad, meant to distract and hide behind. This aspect of his personality hadn’t been obvious to him until they had become a couple and Kakarott had started to relax around him.
“Poor me, I was a pure innocent man-virgin before you corrupted me and used my fragile body so mercilessly.”
Vegeta didn’t make it past ‘innocent man-virgin’ before he started to laugh. Kakarott, with the expert timing of battle, waited until ‘mercilessly’ to crook his fingers and press down hard on his prostate. Vegeta’s laughter became a shocked cry of pleasure mingled with pain as his head slammed back in reaction, completely missing the pillow and banging hard against the rock. “Fuck!” he growled, a command and a curse.
Just as he was sorting out which of the stars he saw were pleasure and which were from pain Kakarott slid his cock in to the hilt, making him completely forget everything.
“Bas.Tard.Fuck.Ing.Bas.Tard,” Vegeta bit out, each syllable punctuated by a thrust of Kakarott’s hips.
Kakarott was pleased with himself, his answering chuckle dark with lust, making Vegeta groan at the sound.
Vegeta quit trying to speak, settling for grunts and groans as his mate fucked him hard. He couldn’t think anymore, his need for Kakarott’s cock to be buried deep in him all that mattered, his legs wrapping tightly around his mate, muscles clenching as he neared his peak.
Kakarott’s hand curled around his cock, stroking just once and he came with a roar of pleasure. His mate wasn’t far behind him, crying out his own release with several more thrusts.
After long moments of panting and gasping, Vegeta realized his legs still were wrapped tightly around Kakarott, keeping him close. He concentrated – more difficult than he expected - and loosened his hold, giving Kakarott enough room draw out of him. But not enough to draw away. He curled himself up, closing the gap Kakarott couldn’t, and drew his mate’s head down for a long, leisurely kiss finishing it with a nip to Kakarott’s bottom lip to pay him back for making him crack his head.
Kakarott tongue darted out to taste the tiny drop of blood before he brought a palm to his mouth and licked his hand clean, smirking down at him. “Move over,” he said, climbing up on the rock beside Vegeta.
“So?” Vegeta said, scooting over to make room for his mate, noting the sneaky bastard had managed to make him move on the side of the blanket with the wet spot. “What did you think of my Fucking Rock?”
“Quit fishing for compliments,” Kakarott grinned, settling beside him. “I like it.”
“Thought you would,” Vegeta smirked, before kissing him thoroughly. “Aren’t we going back inside?” he asked as Kakarott started to gather the blanket around himself.
“Nope. I want to sleep under the stars.”
“You’ll get cold,” Vegeta said, wrapping his arms around him.
“Not if you heat me up.”
“Don’t I always?”
“So pushy,” Kakarott rumbled, head resting on his shoulder.
TBC