A/N: So, this is my first time diving into the world of two guys being "together". So, I hope everything sounds okay, and I didn't do too horrible of a job. Hope you enjoy ^^
Oh, and this is rated M for a reason, people!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
The small crowd that had gathered to watch the scene began to scatter at Vegeta's fierce glare. Even Bulma was glad when Yamcha had pulled her attention away from the set of dark eyes boring into hers. After getting herself distracted, she turned toward her mother.
"Mom, we should probably get this cleaned up," her voice sounded far off as she walked over to her mother. Her mind clouded with the lustful imagine of her husband and friend making out. Yet a speck of doubt and worry wedged its way to the forefront of her thoughts. Not just for her relationship, but what of Chi-chi?
Vegeta pushed himself up to stand on wobbly legs. A hand grabbed his, helping him steady just a bit. "I'm fine, Kakarot," his hazy mind answered at the sight of worried eyes. "I just gotta take a piss." His legs felt heavy as he took a step to pull away from the steadying hand. "I'll be right back." He took another step before pointing a finger at the younger man. "So just stay there."
"But," Goku began to pout.
"I don't care, Kakarot!" his voice shouted a little louder than he would've liked. A hand came up to massage his forehead as he looked down at the still pouting face. "If you really can't sit still, why don't you go check on your wife."
Goku frowned slightly as he watched Vegeta stagger away with a grumpy look on his face. 'Check on Chi-chi?' The thought had crossed his mind, but his wife was always so strong and independent, much like Bulma. Yet at the same time, Chi-chi handled stress so differently. Glossy eyes scanned the room of its occupants, who were all dispersed back into little chattering groups. His eyes shifted back towards the exit that Vegeta had used, back to the unknowing crowd, then back to the exit. No one would notice both Vegeta and him being gone. He pushed himself up from the seat, his body felt light as a feather as he began to search out the familiar ki.
~S~
Vegeta twisted his way through the hallways of Capsule, wanting to get as far away from the 'party' as possible. The high he had obtained due to the ingestion of alcohol was slowly wearing off-especially after the way he had been broken out of the warmth and fuzziness he had been experiencing, and then when his gaze met hers. A hand pressed against the wall as he stopped in his tracks.
"Bulma," the threatening growl crawled from his throat as he closed his eyes briefly. He knew he should've been suspicious when the woman had offered to get drinks for him. Instead he had trusted her like the fool he had become towards her. "Her own fucking fault," he muttered darkly as he staggered down the hallway towards the bathroom. He figured he was far enough from the others that he wouldn't be bothered if someone was going to seek him out.
He entered the bathroom and let out a heavy sigh as he walked to the toilet. His mind swam in and out of dizziness as he tried to control his thoughts. Fuck the lot of them! It was all just a sick joke to them anyway, or at least that's what'd he seen on most of the faces. That was until they'd turned fearful or impassive of his glare.
Then there was Kakarot. He let out a small sigh as he pulled the pants back up and headed toward the sink. The man had acted like a lost little puppy when he'd went to leave. He snorted because once again it wasn't his problem. It was just a kiss. It was just something else that made the younger Saiyan his rival, yet again. Just another way to try and assert his dominance; to prove that there was at least one thing that he could do better than the idiot.
He rolled his eyes at his reflection before turning around and exiting the room only to be knocked down on his back. He skidded back through the door as it whooshed closed behind him and whatever had attacked him. Well, whoever had attacked him. He didn't know because at the forceful impact, his eyes had shut tight and his foggy mind had been set sailing into dizziness again. He gave out a low moan as his hands pressed against the tiled floor.
His eyes cracked open into narrowed slits. His vision blurry as his mind still spun. "What the," he started to mumble as he tried to push up. He didn't make it very far as he bumped into the hardened chest of the person above him. As his head finally began to clear a little, he opened his eyes a bit more. "Ka-Kakarot!" his voice felt strained as he looked up into the smiling face of the man he'd left behind.
"Yo, 'Geta," he greeted happily. If he'd still had his tail, it would've been wagging back and forth like a happy puppy.
"What the hell are doing here? I thought I told you to go check on your wife!" He closed his eyes briefly and gritted his teeth. If he'd known he was being stalked, he would've stayed closer to the party.
"Chi-chi'll be fine, 'Geta. She's the strongest woman on the planet." He seemed to ponder something before continuing, "Uh, aside from Eighteen."
Vegeta gave off a low growl as a hand came up to massage his forehead. As if dealing with Kakarot sober was bad enough, now he was faced with the challenge of trying to explain things to an inebriated moron. With a heavy sigh he finally said, "In any case, I thought I told you not to follow me."
A sly smile appeared on Goku's face. "Ya never said that." The lust-filled look disappeared quickly, though, as he once again seemed to be thinking. "I don't think ya did. Did'cha?"
The vein in his forehead throbbed. As his high continued to crash, he could feel his head throbbing more painfully. "It doesn't matter now, anyway." His teeth gnashed together before he continued on, "Why did you feel the need to follow me to the bathroom?"
The younger Saiyan's face lit up again, his blissful smile returning, and he could feel his phantom tail wagging again. "We're alone now, ya ain't gotta act like ya didn't like what we were doin'," the words were a bit slurred but somehow smooth.
Dark eyes widened at the omission. His hands scrambled to scoot his body out from under the taller man. A large hand planted itself beside his head before he could get the motion underway. "Kakarot," his voice was now low and warning instead of surprised.
Goku only continued to give him a Cheshire cat-like grin. His hips bucked forward, letting his concealed hardness be known. "You're a real goo' kisser," the compliment slipped out drunkenly as his hips pulled back. "Am I goo'?"
Vegeta's eyes stayed trained on the other pair. He swallowed heavily as the other pair of hips pushed back down as if trying to deliberately tease him. "Would you get a hold of yourself," the prince sputtered out as his head tried to sink into the flooring as the head above him dived down. "You're fucking drunk." He turned his head to the side at the last possible second so the pair of warm lips landed on his cheek. A soft chuckle filtered through his eardrums.
"Am not," Goku's breathe panted against the other man's cheekbone. "Imma alive, in touch with mah inner Shaiyan."
Rolling his eyes, Vegeta took the opportunity to push the larger man off him. Soft, breathy laughter erupted from the other man as he now sat on his butt. Vegeta took a much needed breath of cool air as he eyed Goku. Unfortunately he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. A puff of laughter parted his lips as the other man continued to laugh at nothing. "Kakarot, you are completely wasted, aren't you?"
Without a word or hint of warning Goku threw himself back toward the shorter man. Their lips crashed together, Goku's tongue immediately slipping out to run along the other pair of lips. Vegeta gasped in surprise and from the wind being knocked out of his lungs. He felt another tongue brush against his, making his instinct respond to it before he could stop.
Goku moaned as he received a positive response. His tongue slid further along the other before curling back and running along the roof of Vegeta's mouth. His eyes were tightly shut, so he didn't know that the man lying beneath him was not amused or happy about his position. Without much thought, Vegeta sucked lightly on the tongue invading his mouth before biting.
Goku pulled back abruptly, holding his hands over his mouth. "Ow," he whined while throwing a scowling look at Vegeta. "Why'd ya do dat?"
The smaller Saiyan only smirked as he sat back up. His hands supported him from behind as he still felt out of breath and light-headed. "Because you fucking deserved it," he said calmly. "Trying to seduce me like the third-class low-life you are."
Innocent eyes blinked as his head tilted to one side. He uncovered his mouth before speaking, "I ain't trying to seduce ya." He leaned forward, his hands landing on the floor in front of him. "I like kissin' ya. It feels good. Don't it make ya feel good, Vegeta?"
Now that they were sitting up, and he could thrust his head back, he did. His eyes narrowed as a scowl etched its way onto his face. "We both ingested too much alcohol, Kakarot," the older man rationalized. "I suggest," his words faltered as a hand landed on his outstretched leg. The tight muscles on his face relaxed as shock coursed through his body once again.
Goku's hand slipped up the muscled leg that was covered by loose sweatpants. He was on his knees, his face still hovering in front of Vegeta's. "Ya know what?" He never gave the pause needed for a reply. "I've never felt this way about another man. Have you?" His face inched closer, their noses brushing, before Vegeta jerked back again.
A light blush covered his cheeks as his lips sealed tightly. If he answered honestly what would be the outcome? It hadn't been exactly un-common to seek out a male partner in Frieza's army. An arm gave way as he once again leaned away from the other man's presence.
Goku laughed lightly again as Vegeta now braced himself with one hand. "I'm nervous, too. Mah heart," he began as the hand that had been traveling up Vegeta's leg finally stopped high on his thigh, "it's beatin' so fast right now."
Vegeta swallowed another lump in his throat before regrouping himself. "What do you want to do with me?"
"I wanna make ya feel good, too. If you'll let me." The hand wrapped around the other man's thigh squeezed.
Vegeta's other hand planted back on the floor so he could push his back straighter. His head tilted slightly to the right as he rose to brush his lips against the other pair. He had barely opened his mouth when the hand on his thigh slid higher. His eyes fluttered shut as his tongue snaked into the inviting mouth.
That was all it took to crumble Goku's resolve. He hadn't been fibbing when he'd said he'd never been with another man, but damned if Vegeta's kisses weren't laced with some sort of addictive drug. As soon as the man's tongue touched his, it lit his blood on fire. He put his weight on his knees so his other hand could rest against the back of Vegeta's neck. The other hand's fingers ran teasingly over the front of Vegeta's pants.
A moan slipped into the kiss as Vegeta shifted forward. He wanted more contact, but there was no way in hell he was going to beg for it or show just how much he wanted the other man's touch. It was bad enough that he was giving into Kakarot's whim, wasn't it? The hand on the back of his neck swept up into his hair before grasping the strands roughly. His head was jerked back just enough so his mouth was dislodged from the other.
Goku's mouth—after severing its tie with Vegeta's—traveled down to the man's chin before up the line of his jaw. A hand slipped up the front of Vegeta's pants again, feeling the concealed member twitch at his touch. Feeling eager and brave, his hand slid further up. First it went under the shirt to feel the tight stomach muscles before heading downwards to easily maneuver its way under the waistband of the pants.
"Kakarot!" The name caught the man's attention, but the hold on his head didn't lessen, neither did the ever venturing hand now gliding over his naked flesh. "Let me go," he warned lowly.
"Or what?" the playful tone was laced with something darker than what Vegeta was used to. His hand finally reached the treasure it had been seeking.
A smirk, once again, turned the prince's lips up. His hips bucked involuntarily into the warm hand that wrapped around his hardened flesh. "What a waste of a warrior you are." His left hand lifted from the ground, to push against the other man's shoulder, as his left leg swept out. With his right hand he pushed himself up as he threw the larger man to the floor.
Goku landed on his back with a hard thud. His eyes went wide as his once-captive partner was now sitting, straddling his stomach. The hand that had been holding onto the hair was now resting against Vegeta's back, but the other hand was still securely wrapped around hard flesh. He looked up, meeting Vegeta's flushed yet stern face.
Another deep moan slipped passed his defenses as the hand around his erection tightened into a death grip as the two men rolled and switched positions. At least the hold on his hair was gone. His left hand now rested against the seemingly cool floor as his right sat upon a cloth covered chest. His dark eyes scanned up the length of the chest to meet Goku's slightly parted lips and red cheeks. "Still so naïve and trusting, Kakarot."
Goku only gave the older man a smile, his eyes scrunched up a bit at the action. "I know ya ain't gonna hurt me. Besides." He re-tightened his hold down below, making the man above him shuddered. "I got a hold a your weak spot."
A sly smile quirked his lips up as the hand on the floor lifted up and moved back behind him.
It was now Goku's turn to let out a gasp and a small whimper. His hips bucked up as fingers wrapped around his cloth-covered hardness. A soft tug was given before the hand slipped down the length to grab the pair of balls. His legs rose, putting his feet flat against the floor, as his hips gave another push upwards.
"Now what was that you were just saying?" the prince amusedly retorted. "Of course," his voice slipped back to half-serious, "it may not be fair since I've played this game before."
Goku looked up with wide eyes. The hand down Vegeta's pants finally removed itself as his brain seemed to finally catch onto where things were heading. "Vegeta," he half-whispered, "I…."
Vegeta's hand gave a rough squeeze to the other man's softer parts, shutting him up. His hand released before coming to rest on top of the chest next to its partner. He bent down slightly, keeping his eyes locked on the other pair as he took in a deep breath. A small smirk overtook his features again. "Scared now? I would be, too."
"I shoulda…." He was stopped again as lips connected with his before pulling back.
"You should have. Too bad your ass was, is still drunk, huh?" Vegeta couldn't hold back the laughter that had been building. "The look on your face, Kakarot, it's so fucking priceless." As a confused look now overtook the wide-eyed look, Vegeta only laughed harder. His hands pressed against the chest they rested upon, pushing himself back into an upright position.
"So," Goku started slowly, completely lost as to what was going on. "You haven't been with other men?"
The laughter died into a low chuckle. "I said you were a naïve warrior, did I not? What did you think happened on a ship full of men?" He leaned back down, his nose brushing across the tip of the other's. "You're either the bitch or the dom. Which did you think you would be, Kakarot?"
Goku's mouth opened and closed a few times. "I didn't…."
"Exactly, you don't think, do you? You just wanted to play, and I don't play like you play." The closeness became too enticing, making Vegeta tilt his head so their lips could meet again. He savored the taste of rough lips against his before pulling back again. "How do you feel now?"
Goku's eyes had closed, but he cracked them open to see Vegeta's serious face. "I'm still kinda dizzy, how 'bout you?" he asked innocently, not grasping Vegeta's real question.
Still bent over, Vegeta bucked his hips forward. His hardened length pressed against the rigid muscles of Goku's belly. "You said you wanted to make me feel good, remember?" his breath whispered against the other's lips. "Will you go back on your word now that you're not completely wasted?"
His eyes fluttered when Vegeta continued to rub his arousal against him. He let out a wistful breath as he felt the painful throb of his own hardness. "No," his dazed mind answered for him, and it wasn't fair that he back out when he'd clearly started and pushed this situation so far. "I still wanna make ya feel good, Vegeta."
Vegeta let out a puff of laughter. "How's that? You said you'd never been with another man before, right?"
"T-true," he stuttered as Vegeta slid back a few inches. His hips shifted up, letting his length finally touch something other than air. A shudder ran up his spine at the contact, before quickly bringing his hips back down. He heard Vegeta chuckle above him again. "What, uh, what would ya want?" His head tilted down slightly to look at Vegeta.
"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully, yet with a sadistic smile now plastered on his lips. "What I'd like," he started as his hands slipped down to the edge of the other man's shirt. He pushed the fabric up.
Goku arched his back, letting the shirt be pushed up under his armpits. His heart beat a million miles a minute as he waited for the older Saiyan's response, but was kept in suspense as lips descended to press against his stomach muscles. His hips once again rose to press his need against the other man's. A tiny heady moan escaped his barely parted lips as his hands itched and twitched to grab hold of the spiky, up-swept hair.
"You wanted this," the words whispered harshly against hot flesh. "You tracked me like some fucking dog following a prey's scent, didn't you?" His lips teasingly brushed up across the flesh as his hands brushed down the man's sides. "What would you have done had I chosen a closer location to the party?" His tongue lashed out to trace along a muscles ridge. "Would you have still jumped me in your drunken state?" His hands reached the other man's pants. His fingers glided over the top of the stretchy waistband.
Goku's hips pressed up, his weight pressing down on his feet. The hands at his hips slipped down to cup the ass that was being presented, although it was not why Goku had lifted it from the floor. A warm chuckle was once against blown across his skin. The hands on his ass moved back up to push his hips to the floor again.
Vegeta's mouth moved back down, this time leaving teasing nips and licks along the way. His fingers flitted teasingly over the man's lower stomach, just above the hem of the pants. As he continued to touch and tease the man below him, his mind was still weighing all the options he had at hand. What would he ask for? Should he be cruel and make the younger Saiyan learn his lesson the hard way or let it slide? It could save him quite the bit of embarrassment he had already been objected to if he let them both forget what was going on, and yet….
"Vege-tah," the name spilled out in a frustrated cry, as his hands opted to clench into fists. "Stop teasing me. If ya doing this just to be a bastard, I'll have ta throw ya off of me," the threat was only half-real, but there was always a limit on how far Goku could be pushed before truly fighting back. "Just tell me what ya want already!"
Vegeta sat up, his eyes taking in the sight of the man he'd despised for so long. The man was now lying beneath him, and willingly offering up himself just to keep his word. He huffed. "A blowjob," he simply stated without blinking an eye.
Goku's mouth dropped open before shutting it. His mind was still processing the request/order. He was still also processing the fact that Vegeta had actually wanted something from him. Shaking his head from the thoughts filtering in and out, he lifted his hands from the floor. Before the hands could land on the other's hips, Vegeta was scooting back.
His bottom hit the floor, as he slid off Goku's lap and in-between the raised legs. His hands landed on the knees as he pushed himself up. He looked down at the other man, whose hands had stopped in mid air at his sudden movement, and gave him a smirk before dropping his pants.
Goku began to sit up, his hands finally landing on the bare flesh of Vegeta's hips. He'd watched Chi-chi do this plenty of times. He looked up at Vegeta, the man's eyes were half-lidded but directed toward the back of the bathroom. Goku licked his lips, his hands pulling Vegeta's hips just a bit closer so his tongue could taste the tip. His eyes rolled back up to look at Vegeta's face, only to find no response. Using more tongue, he licked the entire head with a swirl before taking the appendage in his mouth.
Vegeta took in a heavy breath at the warmth that surrounded him. A throaty moan rumbled in his chest and throat at the wet heat that covered his member. His fingers curled and combed through soft, coarse hair as he coaxed the head to take him deeper. The mouth around him, however, closed. Teeth scraped along the sensitive hard length, and Vegeta yelped at the unexpected pain. He looked down to catch Goku's eyes. "No fucking teeth!"
Goku did as was instructed. It was a hard task, but he managed to conceal his teeth in favor of tongue and lips. The grip on the back of his head softened as the rhythm smoothed out. The fingers even began massaging his scalp as he continued to get braver and take him even deeper.
Vegeta's eyes rolled back as the other man continued on without any more problems. The tongue snaked along his hard length. Lips sucked and released to travel up and down rigid flesh. He moaned again, this time less throaty than the first. His hips jerked forward as the mouth began to pull away, only to have the heat thrust back down as the tongue swirled lazily. He blinked heavily before looking down, finding the top of Goku's head. "You like sucking my cock, don'tcha, Kakarot," he all but growled.
Goku's tongue twirled enthusiastically around the hard length in his mouth. It was becoming much easier to keep his teeth from switching back into play, but Vegeta had yet to say another word about it since the first initial slip-up. A moan gathered in his throat, as the hand at the back of his head continued to stroke and massage.
"Fuck," the contented moan left his lips. His hips once again teetered forward, but he kept himself from getting too greedy. "That's it." He held the head a little tighter. "Suck harder." A guttural half-moan, half-word left his throat as his demand was met.
Goku pulled back, so only the head of the arousal was enjoying the pleasures of his mouth. His tongue swept over the tip, tasting the salty and bitterness of pre-cum. He lapped over the tip a few times, collecting the small amount of liquid on his tongue before finally sweeping back down the length.
"Take it all in."
The groan above him almost made him want to open his eyes and peer up at the older Saiyan, but he decided against it. His task was to pleasure the man, not take satisfaction in the way he was making the man pant and moan (even though the sounds weren't helping to cool his own heated blood). The grip on the back of his head tightened even further, fingertips digging roughly into his scalp as they pressed his head forward. Vegeta's hips pushed forward again, this time unrestrained, almost causing Goku to choke. His eyes opened wide at the forceful thrust as he tried to gasp.
"Ssshit," Vegeta hissed as fingers clawed at his hips. He could feel the onset of his orgasm pulling closer as his eyelids fluttered up and down, not wanting to fully close. He breathed heavily through his nose, somehow wanting to prolong the pleasurable feel of the mouth wrapped around him. "Swallow it."
It was all the warning Goku received through the blood rushing in his ears. As if he could do anything else, anyway, with the strong grip holding his head still. His eyes closed once again as he felt the appendage in his mouth throb before spurts of thick bitter tasting liquid coated his tongue. Vegeta's hips continued to press forward in small thrusts, as the hand at the back of his head gripped and released. He swallowed the substance in his mouth without giving it a second thought as Vegeta finally pulled his hips back.
Vegeta pulled away, panting slightly. His fingers raked through the hair he'd been holding onto before swinging back to his hip, where it brushed against the other man's hand. That's when he noticed the slight burning pain on both sides of his hips, where Goku's fingers were still gripping."Kakarot." The younger man looked up at him, his mouth hanging half open. "Hands," was all he had to say before the hold was removed from his hips.
Goku's hands dropped to the floor beside him as he watched Vegeta take a few careful steps backwards before bending down to pull his pants back up. He then received the man's backside before the feet started a slow pace in the direction of the door. "Vegeta!" Goku stiffly called out, one of his hands raising into the air as if it would stop the man from leaving.