Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiya-jin Dreams Arc: Falling In Love ❯ Chapter 1

Falling in Love

 

By: Chibi Hoshi

 

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. Don't ask. Don't tell.

 

Warnings: YAOI. VxG. LEMON. Kinda a PWP. Songfic.

 

Author's Notes: Meant to be a companion fic to `Only Dreaming', but each also works as a stand-alone too. This fic uses TWO songs. One is `Dreaming of You', the other is `I Could Fall in Love', both performed by Selena. The lyrics for `Dreaming of You' pertain to Goku and his POV. The lyrics for `I Could Fall in Love' pertain to Vegeta and his POV. The lyrics to both songs are added at the bottom for your reference.

 

On with the fic!!

 

FALLING IN LOVE

 

 

I awake with a scream in my throat, unable to keep it from tearing free as my body stiffens and my cock twitches, my seed pulsing out to coat my stomach. I scream, and pleasure engulfs me, swallowing me into a pit of black ecstasy.

 

The world returns as my breathing slows.

 

The air is thick with musk and the smell of sex. My sons are in the house, but both know that the musk smell means I am not in any pain or danger, despite the scream.

 

I get out of bed, finding a discarded piece of clothing with which to clean up. Moving over to the window, I look out on the peace of the night. It is quiet and seems as though all the world is sleeping, though I know that's not true.

 

That dream… It was so intense. I awake more often now with you on my mind, and think about you all the time. You consume my thoughts. I gaze out at the stars. Even they remind me of you, of the sparkle I see in the obsidian orbs that are your eyes.

 

You are awake. Why? Did a dream awaken you too? Was it one of sex and passion, and now you are consumed with thoughts of me? I wish on all the stars outside my window, but I know this can't be true.

 

I gaze longingly at my bed. I want to go back to bed, possibly dream about you again, because I know that's the only way you'll ever return the love I feel for you. It's funny really, even though you're not here I still spend the night in your arms. Dreaming of cuddling together, holding you tight, petting, stroking, ohhh…

 

But I've already made up my mind. I will not be going back to bed anytime soon. I find and pull on a pair of pajama pants before raising two fingers to my forehead.

 

* * *

 

I pause in my pacing and turn to stare at the French doors covered with gauzy white curtains that lead to my balcony.

 

No, Kakarott. Not this night of all nights!

 

Dammit, why is he here? Why tonight? Why?? I stalk over to the doors and pull one of them open roughly.

 

“What—” I stop abruptly at the sight of him.

 

By the Legendary…

 

He is bathed in the light of a full moon, clad only in a pair of loose fitting pajama pants, his porcelain skin nearly radiating in the silver light, defining all his precisely contoured muscles, tall lithe form carefully relaxed. Ebony spikes are even more tousled from sleep. My gaze travels down to inky eyes and full, pouty lips that melt into a strong jawline followed by slender neck and muscular shoulders. His nipples are pert and hard, body glistening with a slight sheen of sweat highlighting chiseled abs down to where pants are slung low on hips, allowing me a glimpse of the line of muscle leading down to his groin. A supple, luxurious brown tail curls behind him, mirroring the soft arch of his back.

 

He is beautiful in the moonlight. It suits him. He is the full moon at midnight on a winter night, cool and confidant, where I am the noon day sun over the desert, filled with fire and rage and passion.

 

Please, please turn around and walk away, Kakarott. My emotions have been brought into full focus and if you ask, I may lose the tenuous little control I have left and let you stay.

 

You can't stay tonight, Kakarott. I might take you into my arms, I might admit how I feel - no, how a part of me feels - and I might never again let go.

 

* * *

 

The door opens abruptly and he starts to question me before suddenly stopping. The door is open, but his form fills the space, barring my entrance. A scowl is on his face, as I expected for interrupting him, yet his eyes are filled with… longing?

 

I wait as he looks at me, gaze seemingly penetrating me. Does he see? Does he know why I'm here? My heart begins to race, pounding in my chest.

 

His eyes travel down my body and over my tail, hungrily, almost tangibly, and a chill runs through me. He pins me with his eyes, searching my gaze. I in turn scrutinize him, but to no avail. His eyes are flat, black. Deep enough to drown in, yet impenetrable and unyielding. By the Gods, Vegeta, if only I had some clue of how you feel… Do you care about me? At all?

 

In a way I hate this. Hate meeting him only to be closed off, held at a distance like something offensive. I'm so much happier at home, dreaming almost sickly sweet dreams of love and sex and pleasure. All I want is to rush into strong, bronze arms and hold him close, love him, cherish him, honor him as a Prince deserves, but I know he will have none of it, and for now I must be content with my dreams.

 

But I'm not content with them.

 

Nor do I have the courage to tell him I love him.

 

* * *

 

I watch as a shudder passes through his body. I glance again at his tail, then at the moonlight that enhances his features.

 

“It is dangerous for you to be out, Kakarott,” I say. While I have taught him to control the oozaru transformation on full moon nights, he still cannot fully control himself once in oozaru form. I open the door wider and move to the side to let him into the room.

 

As he passes, I catch wind of him and the scent of musk shoots straight to my groin. I am now fully hard. Fuck. I don't need anymore hormones fucking with my brain and further impairing rational decision-making. Especially with Kakarott here.

 

But I have to wonder, would merely touching him make me feel this good? Or kissing him maybe? I again contemplate the feel of soft, pink lips. Perhaps they would taste better than they look? He would respond and I would be given the opportunity to taste the cavern behind them, my tongue twining with his own?

 

I see our bodies pressed against each other, tasting each others' mouths, hands and tails exploring, teasing, as erections grind against each other.

 

But it cannot be. Tonight is the full moon. I should not have let him in, we are too ruled by our emotions. Tomorrow, when the moon is no longer full, things will be back to normal. And if I do take him to my bed tonight, that means tomorrow it may all be nothing. The carnal release of one night, a monthly ritual of Saiya-jin pleasure.

 

Most of me is fine with this arrangement, but a piece, a surprisingly large piece, is not. It wants Kakarott for more than one night a month and for more than just a good fuck to help deal with the added hormones.

 

I can not tell him.

 

Granted, I am a Prince, his Prince, and have the right to take what I want, but I want for him to reciprocate my feelings. That makes things much more complicated. I will not bind him to me without his consent. But I cannot tell him, I cannot ask this of him. My pride will not allow it, just as it will not allow me, even under the influence of a full moon to admit to myself how very much he means to me.

 

It is not right not to tell him, though. I have never lied to Kakarott. I will not start now. I could fall in love with him. If I allow myself.

 

I turn to close the door, shutting out the dangerous view before turning to face him. “Why are you here, Kakarott?”

 

He shrugs. “You were awake. I was woken up by a dream.”

 

“A dream? Dare I ask what about?”

 

A blush colors his cheeks. He's so pretty when he blushes. “Umm… I was dreaming about you.”

 

Dreaming about me?? Maybe… Maybe he… Hope flickers through my thoughts. I tread carefully, not wanting to reveal too much, not wanting to allow that hope to blossom, only to have that tender bloom crushed by his innocent and honest response. “What exactly did you dream about me, Kakarott?”

 

He looks away, blush deepening. “Well…You… and I… We, um… we… had sex.” The last two words were barely a whisper.

 

I raise and eyebrow and a joyous smirk lifts my lips. Hope against hope against hope. “Did I hear you correctly, Kakarott? You've been having sexual dreams about your Prince?”

 

“Y-yes,” he stammered, still blushing furiously.

 

My soul sings songs of exaltation to the furthest reaches of the realm of the gods for this small revelation. “Kakarott?”

 

“Yes?” His head is hung, he looks at me sideways, warily, like a dog waiting to be kicked for doing the wrong thing.

 

“That's why I haven't been able to sleep tonight. For wanting you.”

 

His head shoots up and his eyes look as though they are about to pop out of his head.

 

I lazily walk over to him, starting to circle him like a large cat, letting my tail swing out behind me, lightly musking.

 

“And then you came over here, reeking of musk and sex. Were you trying to tempt me? Tonight of all nights, when you know I could be pushed beyond my reason and easily coerced into delighting in carnal pleasures?”

 

I circle ever closer, stopping right in front of him.

 

“No! Of course not, Vejita.”

 

“Good,” I whisper before capturing his lips with my own.

 

His lips are softer, and sweeter, than expected. It is a flavor I would willingly drown in and begin to, running my tongue softly over them, tasting, nibbling, licking, teasing. My hand wraps around to entangle itself in ebony spikes, the pleasant sensation also serving as a means to draw him deeper into the kiss.

 

He starts to respond before pulling away. “Vejita?”

 

“Yes?” I purr.

 

“This isn't just going to be a one night stand, is it? Or just a once a month thing?”

 

I regard him carefully. Fear trickles like ice down my spine. “Do you want it to be?”

 

“No.”

 

Relief. Relaxing of muscles I didn't know I'd tensed, a flood of emotion, warmth, happiness, love.

 

“Neither do I,” I whisper as I pull him down for another kiss.

 

This one he responds to fervently, lips parting at the touch of my tongue, his own meeting and stroking mine, seemingly trying to devour me from the lips down.

 

He steps closer, pressing our bodies together as his hands come to rest on my waist before the touch of our bodies sends waves of pleasure through him, causing his hands to slide up and around, one hand on my shoulder, pressing my naked chest closer to his, the other running down to cup my ass, grinding erections together in glorious friction.

 

The kiss becomes deeper, more passionate, more desperate. I thrust my tongue into his mouth one more time before receding, nipping his lips as I pull away, only to draw a line of biting kisses down his jawline to his throat. I feel the large vein there pulse beneath my teeth and for a moment want nothing more than to tear into it and drink down that thick, rich, red-black ambrosia. I lick the spot hungrily, hearing him moan in response. His head drops down to my own throat, licking the same spot—following my lead, and it is my turn to moan. I nip softly at the pulse before continuing my downward trek, kissing and biting over shoulders and collarbone. By the Gods, he tastes good. He tastes like he smells, of earth and sweat and musk and moonlight.

 

I take one pebbled nipple into my mouth, suckling at it as my hands wander over back and shoulders, trailing down to narrowed waist and back to the base of his silky brown tail. I massage it lazily as my tongue works over his nipple.

 

“Veh… Vejitaaaa….”

 

That impassioned moan thrums through me, setting a fire in my groin. I am too inflamed—I can skip all the niceties, he was aroused enough before he even set foot on my balcony, but I cannot lose control before the first. I nip his throat harshly and force my unwilling hands away. I manage only three words.

 

“Bed. Now, Kakarott.”

 

I see the comprehension dawn, muted behind the lust and he hurries to obey. I follow him, catching a thrashing, musky, silky tail in my grasp as he passes me. His steps falter but he still continues toward the bed, and I follow, fondling the purely Saiyan thing grasped lovingly in my fingers.

 

He makes it to the bed, relaxing visibly as he touches it, like a child at tag touching the designated `home base'. Slowly, he turns to sit on it, melting under the attention being lavished on his tail. I surge forward to capture his lips once again, pushing him down against the bed, hands stroking down his tail to his waist, finding the band of his pants, breaking the kiss as I tear them away.

 

I stand away from him, staring, taking in the beauty of his form, watching the lust and passion radiating off of that hard, sleek, strong, mouth-wateringly erect body. My eyes now freely trace the line that was cut off to them earlier, wandering the vee of muscle leading from hipbone down to groin, creating a delicious frame for his achingly hard, dripping cock. I watch the moisture bead and weep at the tip rolling down over the head and lick my lips. He is fully hard, veins throbbing in exquisite relief to the otherwise smooth flesh. The sac below hangs tight and eager, ready to milk the spheres within for their precious juices. My gaze sweeps lower, taking in brawny, succulent thighs that taper over powerful calves to delicate ankles that lead to beautiful tapered feet.

 

As I stare, I am busy removing my own pants, eager to have them out of the way. Once satisfactorily discarded in the corner of the room, I again move toward him and he welcomes me with open arms. Drawing me in for another kiss, he devours my attention, licking, kissing, sucking, biting my lips as I lay on top of him. Gods, I want him. Fuck foreplay. I want him now.

 

Pulling away I nip at his neck before trailing scant kisses down his chest and stomach, before trailing my tongue up what I really want—his cock. Just a taste, just a tease as I lick up the underside, drawing another throaty moan from him before taking his head into my mouth.

 

He tastes… Like Heaven.

 

I trace my tongue over the slit for more of that essence, that salty-sweet liquid that delights my tastebuds as I fumble in the drawer of the nightstand for—ha! Found it. I coat my fingers before pressing the oil-slick digits against his opening. Sucking hard on his head I slide a finger into him, quickly adding a second as he opens eagerly, easily for me. I push my fingers in and out of him, sliding along the front wall until he arches and screams. I smirk around him and again hit that mark, drawing another luscious scream from his throat. I pull up and swallow that scream, feeling it echo through my body. Slowly, teasingly, I extract my fingers before hastily covering my cock with the oil and nudging at his entrance. He is whimpering below me, begging for my touch.

 

“Yes, Vejita, please. Please, now. Do it now.”

 

Moonlight slants through the skylight of the room, muted by the gauzy curtain of the canopied bed, highlighting hair and face and tail, and I slide home.

 

I pause, panting, trying to regain a grip on my control even through the ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm me. I hear him whine under me, trying to thrust against me though I am already in to the hilt. Still I wait.

 

Suddenly my tail is grabbed by questing hands, stroked roughly from root to tip before being enveloped in a hot, wet mouth and bitten.

 

I roar in pleasure, all semblance of control lost as I thrust deeply, blindly answering only to pants and moans and screams that beg for more, faster, harder, deeper. I look down at him and my eyes are drawn to that pulse in his throat, and suddenly I am on it, sharp teeth parting soft flesh and the pulse is pumping into my mouth, onto my tongue, and that ambrosial liquid is sliding down my throat in a red fount of pleasure. I feel my own throat tear, liquid spilling out of it to be lapped away by an eager tongue as I continue to thrust in and out of his hot, willing body. The blood has an instant effect, pushing him to the edge and I pump once, twice more into that tight heat before twin screams echo off the walls of the room.

 

I collapse on top of him, too weak to move, except to snuggle closer to that familiar, sweaty body.

 

“By the Legendary, Kakarott,” I sigh against his chest. “I love you.”

 

* * *

 

I am fully awake even though it is very late and I am exhausted. I should be sleeping, like the rest of the world, but you consume my thoughts, as you have all night. Three words I never expected to hear you say to me have momentarily stolen my sleep.

 

`I love you.'

 

I smile softly and hold you tighter to me. In this one night, all my dreams have become reality, and there's nowhere that I'd rather be than right here with you. Sighing, I snuggle down into the pillows, looking forward to sharing my dreams with you, that one statement still running through my head as the remnants of my afterglow steal away my consciousness.

 

`I love you, too, Vejita.'

 

 

 

 

 

Dreaming of You
Franne Gold & Tom Snow

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star that somewhere you are

Thinking of me too

 

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight

Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

 

Wonder if you ever see me

And I wonder if you know I'm there

If you looked in my eyes

Would you see what's inside

Would you even care?

 

I just wanna hold you close

But so far all I have a dreams of you

So I wait for the day

And the courage to say how much I love you

Yes I do!

 

I'll be dreaming of you tonight

Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

 

Corazón

I can't stop dreaming of you

No puedo dejar de pensar en ti

I can't stop dreaming

Cómo te necesito

I can't stop dreaming of you

Mi amor, cómo te extraño

 

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I still can't believe

That you came up to me and said "I love you"

I love you too!

 

Now I'm dreaming with you tonight

Till tomorrow and for all of my life

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming of you endlessly

 

Dreaming of you tonight

Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room

I'll be dreaming of you tonight

Endlessly

And I'll be holding you tight

Dreaming...with you...tonight!

 

 

I Could Fall In Love
Keith Thomas

I could lose my heart tonight

If you don't turn and walk away

'Cause the way I feel I might

Lose control and let you stay

'Cause I could take you in my arms

And never let go

 

I could fall in love with you

I could fall in love with you

 

I could only wonder how

Touching you would make me feel

But if I take that chance right now

Tomorrow will you want me still?

So I should keep this to myself

And never let you know

 

I could fall in love with you

I could fall in love with you

 

And I know it's not right

And I guess I should try to do what I should do

But I could fall in love

Fall in love with you

I could fall in love with you

 

Siempre estoy soñada en ti

Besandos mis labios, acariciando mi piel

Abrazadome con ansias locas

Imaginando que me amos

Cómo yo podia amar a ti

 

So I should keep this to myself

And never let you know

 

I could fall in love with you

I could fall in love with you

I could fall in love

I could fall in love

With you...