"Brrrt….Brrrt….Brrrt"

His eyes slowly fluttered open, pulled from the depths of sleep by a grating persistent sound.

"Brrrt….Brrrt"

Dragging his hand across his face he shifted slightly onto one side to catch a glimpse of the bedside clock. 1am. "Brrt…" Dark eyes cast their annoyed glance about the dark for the source of the intrusive buzzing. They rested on the small flip phone which was emitting the silent alert. It was a stupid contraption that she had insisted he buy and carry with him so she could get a hold of him at all times. Rarely did anyone but her call him on it since most of his friends could zip over and talk to him quicker than the time it took to dial on these confounded things. "Brrrt…"

Who would be calling him at this hour anyways? He glanced behind him checking on the sleeping form, making sure the sound hadn't woken her, then slowly reached over and picked up the small device, cupping his hands around it to block the soft blue glow it gave off. Surprise flashed over his face at whose name was scrolling across the display. He flipped it open and held it tightly to his ear leaning farther over the edge of the bed.

"Hello?" He whispered once more throwing a slightly guilty look over his shoulder.

"Hey." A deep husky voice replied sending an involuntary wave of goosebumps across his flesh. There was a pause on the line then a deep sigh. "I-I'm sorry, it's late. I shouldn't have-"

"No!" He winced realizing his protest had been much louder than he'd meant for it to be. He swallowed holding his breath ready to snap the phone shut and pretend to be asleep when the soft snores behind him paused momentarily before resuming. Once he was assured she was still asleep he let out a shaky sigh, carefully maneuvering to prop himself up on one elbow. "No, really, it's ok. I-"

With his free hand he rubbed at his stinging eyes, his brain still foggy from sleep. He thought he heard the softest of sobs on the other line, as if someone was trying to muffle their tears.

"Hey, sweetie are you ok?" He felt himself instantly growing protective although truth be told it was not his place to feel that way. "Hold on honey, gimme a sec."

As carefully as he could he eased himself out of bed wincing at every creak and moan of the mattress. The dark figure stirred slightly but remained asleep. He sat the phone down and pulled a loose cotton tee-shirt over his head before grabbing it back up and slipping silently out of the room. He gently pulled the door shut with one last pause as it made a soft 'click'. The rest of the house lay in quite shadows. He was alone.

"Hey, sorry, I can't be too loud," He explained as he allowed his feet to leave the floor, powering up just enough to hoover above it as he headed towards the living room. He was answered with a gruff scoff that made him smile as he lowered himself onto the overstuffed couch.

"I'm surprised you called."

"I'm surprised you answered." Was the murmured reply, like a sulking teenager.

He chuckled lightly under his breath and closed his eyes trying to picture the owner of that gravelly voice, imagining things as they had been before. The memories returned so easily; the feeling of soft thick hair brushing against his face, his hands running down hot sweat slicked skin and sliding over the well-defined muscles, and the smell of the others warm wet breath as he leaned down for a kiss. Nostalgia and trepidation washed over him all at once as he remembered the soft sobs that had been on the other line a few moments ago. "Are you ok?"

"No, not really." There was another pause that seemed to stretch on for a lifetime but only lasted a few heartbeats. "I miss you."

A hot sinful pleasure washed over him with the other's words. All the reasons this was wrong came rushing back to his mind momentarily. They were easily pushed aside by an even greater lustful tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach that spread out to consume his entire body.

"I'm sorry, I should-"

"I miss you too." He gushed cutting the other off for a second time tonight before he had the chance to second guess himself. He was completely unprepared for the swell of emotions that were taking over his reasoning right now. He had thought he was past all of this, over what had happened, how it had ended so abruptly. Clearly no matter how many times he said it out loud he was not. "Do you wana talk honey?"

"Mmmm." The deep voice consented. There was a high pitch silence between them as he waited patiently for the other to talk. Patience was not his virtue by any stretch of the imagination, but he had come to learn more of it when dealing with such an introspective person for so long.

"I'm lonely. I hate being so far away."

Remorse pulled on his heart strings and his hand twitched reflexively as if to reach out and comfort the other. "I know…but we agreed…" He hesitated, the words already leaving a bad taste before they had even left his mouth. "This was best."

The old familiar haughty scoff of a laugh filled his head and his eyes snapped open half expecting the other to be there in front of him, crouching secretly in the dark corners of the room. Wishful thinking.

"No, we conceded to what everyone said would be best for us…for them." The voice pushed back, no long hiding the frustration that filled it. "It was coercion plain and simple."

"Do you regret what happened?" he asked the voice on the other end instantly wishing he could take it back, self-doubt making him afraid of the answer.

"Never." Relief filled him but he did not get a chance to say so before the voice continued on in an emotional rush. "The only thing I regret is not being there now." There was a lamented sob and he could hear the quivering breaths as the other fought hard not to lose control. "I regret letting myself be bullied into leaving but I will never-" More muffled tears echoed over the line breaking his heart at his inability to stop them. "I'll never regret what happened between us, what we had….have."

"Please, I can come now!" He blurted out without thinking digging his fingers into the cushion, filled with a nervous excitement at the thought.

"No." The voice said in soft defeat trying to calm itself. "I don't think either one of us could live with the consequences."

He winced remembering all too well what had been threatened to be taken away. Deep down, the rational side of him knew the other spoke the truth. It was their proverbial rock and a hard place they had been worked into.

"I just wanted to hear your voice." The other pressed on and he felt his heart soften for him as it always did. "I can't sleep much anymore. I miss your voice, your smell…"

Comfortable silence filled the air between them as he closed his eyes remembering what it was like being so close to other that he could smell his musky scent. "I still have your shirt, that pink one." He confessed blushing though there was no one around to see him. "I keep it hidden in the back of my dresser."

"Heh, is that so?" The naturally sensuous voice growled sending shivers crawling up his spine. His stomach twisted into anxious knots at thought of how beautiful the other Saiyajin would look right now; eyelashes dark with tears, lips full and swollen, face flush from crying, and his dark eyes cast down in his stubborn denial of such weak feelings. He couldn't help it, a soft moan escaped him and he heard the others breath suck in in response.

"Tease."

He blushed harder from the playful scolding tone and willed his rebellious hands to stay put.

"You know what else?" the voice asked with a mischievous tone. "I miss your taste too." He heard the sound of clinking metal and the soft whiz of what he was sure was a zipper. The others voice came through in heavy pants over the small speaker making him whimper, arching his own hips up to rub himself against the wooly fabric of his pajama pants.

"Do you remember what if felt like?" The husky voice asked him sending a throbbing pulse down his midsection and into his groin. He nodded though the other could not see and continued to rock his hips in the air, straining to find some relief without his using hand.

"So warm…wet…" He listened enraptured to the soft rhythmic sound of friction the other was creating, longing to have a glimpse of what he knew was happening on the other line. "So tight, ngh, I can still feel your lips on mine..Oh!" The voice let out a breathy gasp and he could remember exactly how the other's face had looked at that moment as he knelt over him watching, caught up in the rapture of his release.

He knew he had lost his own battle as the burning heat left his belly and spilled out in jerky waves against his thigh. He could not help the small whimpers and moans that left him as his lust ebbed out of him. He heard the voice on the other side give an accomplished chuckle, having provoked his nocturnal emissions without even having been there. He couldn't help but smile once more as he imagined the smug look he was wearing. He could see him so clearly he swore he might reach out and touch him. He imagined the feel of his fingers digging into marbled flesh and the warmth of being pressed against eachother.

"Shit."

The other saiyajin's soft curse snapped him fron his daydreaming. "What?" He asked looking around guiltily.

"Look at the time."

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Shit." He echoed. It was 5am. She was bound to be getting up soon and he imagined it was even later where he was. "Do we really have to go?" He paused chewing on his lip, full of apprehension at their pending separation. "We could just…leave."

A soft sigh pressed against his ear and he knew the other man was about to say something sensible. "We have to stay. What choice do we have right now?"

Nodding again to an empty room, he knew he was right. "I suppose. Will…will you call again?" He heard the plea in his own voice but didn't care. All the old feelings had been awoken inside of him tonight and there was no easy way to cage them back up.

"Mmm, yes." He could hear someone call out the other's name in the distance. "Fuck- gotta go baby." Another long pause filled the emptiness between them as he clung to the phone listening to the rustle of clothing and slap of bare feet on the floor. "I love you."

His heart burst into a million colors as tears sprung hot and heavy to his eyes threatening to let loose the dam of emotions that had built up. "I love you too Vegeta."

The line went dead with a soft click and he sat motionless trying to wrap his mind and heart around what had just happened.