One-shot, though xe's all pumped for an arc…*eyes her*

PWP, TWT, A/U, Vegeta-sei.

Gk/V

Yaoi, smut, penetration…mmmmm…

Can you tell I miss you, Kakarrot?

Thanks go out to xero_sky, my ever-trusty and ever-lusty beta…

Steam

The saiya-jin prince looked up from the dirt angel he'd just made of his most recent sparring partner, and scowled at the lack of replacements. That had been the eleventh elite to eat gravel since he'd started that morning. Glancing at the suns he decided it was nearly lunchtime and, seeing as he had no one left to 'train', left the arena to tend to the other demands of his body.

Vegeta frequented the common mess hall of the central palace partly because it was easy, partly because he wanted to be visible to the soldiers he commanded, but mostly because the food was damned good and there was plenty of it. The infrequent dinners and state affairs he attended with his father were usually political events, and the conversation put him off his appetite as much as the dainty and exotic foods themselves. He'd trained hard today, and wanted to fill his belly, not mince words.

Sitting at a table in one corner that was implicitly his, he waited for his meal to be brought to him. He might mingle with his troops, but standing in line for food was beneath him. He tugged his gloves off and eyed the cafeteria-style line that was made up of both commoners and elites. Smirking, he noted the looks he gained from the females and not a few males as well. Social climbers mostly, but some of them had a primal appeal that was not lost on the prince.

He had to avoid such entanglements though. They led to infighting and sophomoric competition if he indulged himself, something he'd learned the hard way at seventeen when he'd made his first explorations into his sexual appetites. Ten years later, he kept himself to the R'sheen, the group of elite females who chose to live at the palace and make themselves available for impregnation by the royal family.

Vegeta had fathered two children in ten years, certainly not a record for fertility, but one did not leave too many bastards around when one was to inherit the throne of Vegeta-sei. Even so, the tail on that one female with the tangled spikes of hair was certainly enticing. His eyes followed the flick and curl at the tip before he dragged his gaze away.

He shook himself from his thoughts as heaping platters and bowls of food were placed on the table before him. Perhaps he'd stop off at the R'sheen quarters on his way to the daily tactical meeting with his father. Though, judging from the stench on him he'd do well to wash first. He smirked to himself at the aghast looks he'd receive from the elder females if he showed up smeared with blood and dirt, and momentarily considered doing so just for the amusement factor.

It would annoy the Ou no end though; the banshees who tended the royal 'harem' would give him an earful of the prince's slovenly ways and lack of respect and blah-de-blah. It was something he knew his father didn't need right now in addition to the increasing pressure from the Ice-jins.

He ended his meal with a deep belch and yawn, and stretched his now stiffened muscles. Pushing up from the table with a grunt, he decided a wash and massage would do nicely now that he was pleasantly full and able to relax a couple hours before taking up his continued duties as prince. He sauntered out of the mess hall and, leaving behind a few disappointed sighs, toward the lower levels of the palace, a warm glow of anticipation slowly settling into his groin.

****

The prince stepped past the check-in desk at the physical therapy center, his voice muffled as he peeled off his shirt.

"Send Cabbe…"

He needed to give no other instruction, and moved into the suite of rooms reserved for the royal family, knowing he would soon be attended. Continuing to strip on his way to the shower, Vegeta paused to twist the valve that would fill the next room with heavy steam from the hotsprings beneath the lowest level of the palace compound.

Stepping naked into the cubicle to his right, he compressed the lever that sluiced nearly boiling water from the several nozzles along the walls and rinsed the majority of blood and grime from his skin. Not bothering with a drying cloth, he simply squeezed moisture from his hair and tail, and pushed past the thick leather strips that kept the steam somewhat contained. His lungs contracted at both the heat and humidity, but he was used to it and adapted quickly enough.

He heard the shuffle of footsteps through the steam, and turned to stretch himself out on the slab of polished marble that made the massage table. Folding his arms, he rested his chin on his wrists, closed his eyes, and waited for the familiar pummel along his spine.

Slow drops of slightly musky oil were drizzled down the prince's back, bare fingertips looping through it and spreading it across his skin. Vegeta's eyes went wide and he twisted up to scowl at his attendant.

"Where's Cabbe, and who the hell are you?"

"Cabbe's gone to see his grandcub whelped." There was a flash of teeth. "Kakarrot, third class, substituting."

The prince's eyes narrowed and he grunted with mild annoyance. He took a moment to assess the replacement.

Dark eyes gleamed beneath a mop of unruly spikes of hair, dragged down by the heat and steam to shade his face almost flirtatiously. The full mouth was tugged into a smirk as its owner realized he was being evaluated, and that Vegeta was taking his time.

Clad only in a one piece shorts and tank top suit, little was left to the imagination as both the third class' sweat and the oppressive atmosphere of the room drew the fabric into each curve and plane of the well-muscled body. A lush tail swung lazily, drawing little whorls through the steam, and reminding Vegeta of why he had come to get cleaned up in the first place.

He growled lightly and stretched out again. "Fine…"

Once again, blunt fingertips began to swirl over his back. Fresh oil was applied and strong hands dug into his shoulders to knead and loosen muscles tightened by training. Vegeta grumbled, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the table, and pressing his forehead to the warm stone.

"Cabbe wears gloves…"

"This is a new technique, highness…" Kakarrot's voice nearly purred in his ear. "It requires maximum contact so I can best judge where the knots are."

The prince grunted again, already feeling his vertebrae loosen, too lazy to care why, really.

The younger saiya-jin's hands kneaded down over his biceps and triceps, before sweeping to his shoulders again and in toward his spine. Long, hard strokes up and down his back pressed the breath from him almost as much as had the steam in the room, and he stretched out longer beneath the relaxing touch. The musky scent increased as the pores in his skin opened further and the oil soaked into him, and he lingered near the edge of sleep.

He almost didn't notice the lazy kneading as it moved down over his buttocks and thighs, until he realized there was a deep tingle building in his gut. Cabbe had never inspired that kind of reaction in him. New technique indeed.

Vegeta's tail flicked up and looped around his masseuse's forearm lightly, the tip tickling over the inner bend of his elbow. This Kakarrot was pleasant enough to look at, the prince mused, and the path of his oil-slicked hands was nearly treasonous. He should probably get up and kick his ass for daring to be so familiar.

But it felt so good.

He gulped a breath as slippery fingers wrapped around the base of his tail and slowly stroked along the entire length before ruffling backward through the fur. Vegeta groaned as it shot straight through to his groin, and he squirmed in reaction. Firm thumbs slipped between his thighs and rubbed as Kakarrot's palms cupped the prince's ass. A purr rippled through the air.

"Would you like me to stop, Highness?"

Vegeta ground himself against the stone, his tail bristling. "Nh-no…"

He felt his cheeks flush as his breath caught. Regardless of the sexual prowess he was rumored to have, he'd never actually been subject to another's lust. There was a stab of anticipatory shame through him, accompanied by the insistent throb of his flesh as it hardened eagerly. He shivered in reaction, smothering a moan as his body was stroked to the soles of his feet and back again to the nape of his neck, leaving a tingling path across his skin.

The unexpected loss of the sultry touch drew a growl from Vegeta's throat and he opened his eyes to find what had interrupted it. His cock ached as he gazed at the other saiya-jin, who had removed what little clothing he'd arrived in and was now drawing the prince up to sit on the side of the table.

Rough fingers raked up the prince's sides and thumbs firmly circled each nipple, and Vegeta leaned forward to scent along the column of the other's throat. His tail lashed, the tip frizzed by more than humidity; he wanted to devour Kakarrot much as he had his last meal. He sank his hands into the heavy spikes of hair and drew him closer.

Glittering coal eyes met his just before the sensuous mouth closed down on his own, robbing him of what breath he had and filling his mouth with a slick tongue that tasted of almonds and cream. The moan from his chest was swallowed up, and he could only cling to the strong shoulders as long fingers wrapped around his ready flesh and stroked him firmly.

Vegeta growled and squirmed, his hips rocking to increase the sensation, his tail slithering around a heavily muscled thigh as his legs were kneed apart. He gasped as silken lips were torn from his, and shuddered as they trailed nips and suckles along his throat and collarbone. He could barely catch his breath.

"Kh-Kakarrot…"

"Mmmmyes, my prince?"

"More…"

The purr deepened and Vegeta was spilled back across the table, Kakarrot's teeth and tongue exploring their way down over the prince's trembling stomach. He could only dig his fingers into the thick spikes of hair and arch into the hot kisses that trailed over his skin, his tail stiffening and trembling as arousal had its way with him.

The thick air of the room muffled his deep cries as Kakarrot's mouth closed over the head of the prince's cock, his tongue teasing and swirling around the salty flesh as he slowly took the thick length of flesh into his mouth. Vegeta writhed and bucked, fighting for each breath as they were stolen by increasing pleasure.

Just as the edge of completion became tangible, the hot mouth and taunting tongue abandoned him, and he was brought up in another searing kiss before being turned and pressed face down across the now-slippery stone table. Eyes widening, he felt Kakarrot bend over him again, and gentle teeth scraped just beneath the base of his tail. His balls tightened and throbbed as the younger saiya-jin's mouth teased and tormented him, and he gripped the edge of the stone as if clinging to sanity.

"MmmmmVegetahh…"

It was the only warning he got before his ass was parted and the hot tip of Kakarrot's tongue flicked over his intimate flesh. Pleasure and terrible anticipation jolted through him and he found himself pressing back into the touch, while the other saiya-jin's hands continued to stroke up and down over his hips and sides.

Panting and moaning in the back of his throat, Vegeta's head arched back and he howled his need, only to have it swallowed up by the heavy air. He'd been heard though, and gasped as an oil-slicked finger was pressed slowly into him, and the hot mouth and tongue returned to tease his tail. Groaning, the prince pressed himself back against the invading digit, the pressure increasing as he rocked back and forth.

"Mmmore!"

He nearly whimpered as the wonderful sensation withdrew, then groaned as a second slippery finger joined the first, probing deeper into him and curling to stroke inside. He had drawn up shakily to hands and knees atop the table as he pushed back into the strokes, and now arched and hissed, his bristled tail lashing and lifting high over his back.

"Kakarrrrrot!"

Vegeta keened as the pressure inside him was suddenly gone, and he could hear Kakarrot panting and feel him doing something that the prince couldn't see and didn't care about. He wanted that feeling back, the tightness in his groin was unbearable. He reached to relieve himself, only to have his hand slapped away by the furry tip of Kakarrot's tail. The sable length coiled around his aching cock and tightened, drawing a gasp from the prince's throat.

A gasp that quickly became a howl as the steely length of Kakarrot's cock was abruptly sheathed within him. Vegeta trembled, eyes clenched shut, jaw locked in a breathless cry as jolts of delicious agony wracked through him. Without warning, Kakarrot began to move, his hips drawing back slowly before thrusting hard into him over and over.

Grunts and growls were forced from his throat with each solid buck of the younger saiya-jin's hips, and he felt his whole being coming unraveled as bliss rippled through him. Vegeta was lost to the feel of thick, hard flesh moving inside him. He could feel each throbbing inch as it rubbed and swelled within him, his own cock pulsing within the silken confines of the other's tail.

Kakarrot's own cries of pleasure and need were muted by the thick air, but clearly heard all the same. With each whimper and growl, Vegeta felt his own excitement building; the tight, hot knot of lust in his groin became agonizing. And still Kakarrot pounded into him relentlessly, his tail rippling up and down the length of the prince's cock.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to howl out his ecstasy for all to hear.

Kakarrot's hips slammed forward and locked as he filled the prince with the hot essence of his lust, his own cry muffled. It was then that he caught the prince's spasming tail and brought it up to his mouth and sucked on the tip before raking his teeth through the fur. The sensation shot up Vegeta's spine to explode against the back of his skull and he screamed. And cried. And howled, for Kakarrot.

****

Vegeta woke in the shower, with big, warm, soapy hands stroking soothingly over him. Each muscle in his body seemed lazy and content. He tilted his head back to gaze into affectionate onyx eyes, and said nothing, simply standing for himself and allowing Kakarrot to finish washing him.

He made no protest as he was rinsed then scooped up and taken into the entry room. A thick, warm towel was rubbed over his skin, and then tousled through his hair. Even his tail was gently dried before he was helped into a fresh training suit.

The prince pulled on his gloves as he considered the meeting he was probably now late for, and smirked. Kakarrot was certainly appealing, and while it had been a classic ploy to gain favor, the thought of him touching anyone else the same way he had his prince did not sit well with Vegeta.

"You know, Kakarrot, I have no need of a guard since the only one on this planet who is stronger than myself is my father…" He trailed off and eyed the young soldier as he knelt naked before his prince.

"Yes, Highness."

There was a hint of disappointment in the voice, confirming Vegeta's suspicions.

"However…"

Dark eyes lifted to his behind the shadow of thick bangs.

"I think I might be in need of a personal assistant…"

"Highness??" Again there was the flash of a hopeful smile.

"That is, if he can get his ass up off the floor and get dressed in time to accompany me to the court."

Regal lips twisted into a smirk as the other saiya-jin squeaked and dashed for the closet, appropriating simple guard's wear and hopping on one leg as he struggled to pull it on over damp skin. Vegeta chuckled to himself and seated his feet in his boots, turning and heading out the door just slow enough for the other to catch up with effort.

****

From within a dark supply closet nearby came a groan.

"Fuuuuck…" Cabbe rubbed the bruise on the back of his skull. "Anybody get the number of that truck?"

FIN