"How's the food, Vegeta?"

"It's fine."

"It turned out pretty okay, huh?"

"Yes. That's what I said. Weren't you listening?"

"I'm glad I didn't ruin it. It's crunchy, but good!"

"That's one way to describe it."

"But if I had ruined it, you'd have to go swimming again and find more food!"

"Thank god everything worked out then."

"Heh. You'd have to get naked again, too."

"I suppose."

"I'm kidding. I wouldn't make you do that again. I'd be happy to go fishing in your place. Then I'd be the naked one. "

"Really."

"Or we could both go fishing. Together. Then we'd both be naked."

"Alright."

"But I guess it doesn't matter since dinner is fine. I just wanted to point out we'd both have to get naked if we needed to swim."

"You've made that abundantly clear, Kakarot."

"We could also go for a dive right now if you want! Just for fun."

"It's nighttime. The water is frigid."

"We don't have to swim for too long! And, um, it looks pretty outside. We could look at the stars."

"While we swim? We can stare at the sky on dry land."

"Yeah, but we wouldn't be naked if we did it that way."

"What's being naked have to do with anything?"

"It's fun being naked. I was naked all of the time when I was a little kid! I was naked when I went fishing, and when I went hunting, and when I slept at night—"

"Kakarot—"

"But I'd wear clothes whenever it got too cold outside. But I really don't think it's that cold right now, so we might as well strip down—"

"What are you trying to say? You want to be naked around me all of the time now?"

"I wasn't trying to say that, Vegeta!"

"Then what are you trying to say?"

"I just want to have fun tonight."

"Being naked."

"Why not? There are a lot of fun things we could do while naked. You were naked earlier and that was a lot of fun. Right?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"I don't know. Is it working?"

"Keep talking and we'll see."

"Heh."

"Get that cocky look off of your face. Besides, it may be a bad idea to fuck. Obviously the time chamber wants us to."

"You're worried because we had a beautiful walk earlier and found this nice, comfy campsite? You're too paranoid."

"At least one of us needs to keep our guard up."

"It's not like we'll both be on our backs at the same time."

"Mm. I guess you're right about that."

"Speaking of—I've been meaning to ask you a question about sex between two guys."

"I'm all ears."

"I'm guessing it feels similar to when I stick my fingers up your butt? But with like, a lot of fingers all at once!"

"I wouldn't know."

"But you do know what it's like when I finger you. Does it feel like a reverse poop?"

"And for a second I thought I was getting hard again."

"Vegeeeta, I gotta know what it's like before I, you know—"

"Get fucked?"

"Yeah."

"You're pretty confident that's going to happen at all."

"I'm an optimistic guy."

"Get your hand off of my leg."

"Pretty please, Vegeta, I really want to do it!"

"If you're going to seduce me, do it right."

"Okay. Um…you look really pretty tonight."

"Ugh."

"And sexy. Pretty sexy!"

"I'm leaving."

"Wait! If you give me five minutes I'll do something really romantic for you. Okay?"

"Fine. Five minutes."

"Close your eyes. No, wait—cover them with your hands!"

"Why the hell do I need to do that?"

"It's going to be a surprise, silly. Just do it."

"Okay. But you better not disappoint me."

"I won't."

Five minutes was more than enough time for Vegeta overthink the situation and descend into a state of panic.

The dying fire warmed him as he sat on the mossy floor with his hands over his eyes like an idiot. A few yards away outside of the cave he could hear Kakarot making the biggest racket and muttering family-friendly swears in the crisp night air. The familiar sound of an exploding capsule made Vegeta squirm. What the hell was Kakarot up to?

According to Vegeta's internal clock, Kakarot's five minutes were nearly over. Soon Vegeta would have to nut up or shut-up. Literally.

The implications of taking Kakarot's virginity hadn't bothered him until now. Okay, technically he isn't a virgin. And he wants it bad. But that doesn't change the fact that he's never had as much as a pinkie up his ass before.

Did Kakarot only want to do it because he was curious? Earlier he had asked all of those childish questions about anal penetration that filled Vegeta with doubt. What if the second Vegeta stuck a finger in him he wanted to bail? Or worse, he just sucked it up and sat through the whole experience to placate Vegeta?

It was different when Vegeta was on the receiving end of all of their anal escapades so far. The act turned on him because it felt good and it was fucking filthy. But Kakarot did have the warmest hands he'd ever felt and the gentlest touch in the world. Oh god, what would my wife think of all of this?

"Alright! You can open your eyes now!"

Fuckshitcock! Vegeta splayed his fingers apart. Outside of the cave sat a large tent embroidered with the Capsule Corp logo.

Where the hell did he get that from? Vegeta counted to ten, put the fire out with a quick ki blast, and walked up to the tent to investigate. Light bled through the canvas exterior and Vegeta could see a Kakarot-shaped silhouette moving about on the inside.

"Do you want to come in, Vegeta?"

Vegeta swallowed the spit in his mouth. "Yes."

"Okay. But you can't join me until you take all of your clothes off and leave them outside."

"Are we going to bed already?"

"No…"

Vegeta parted ways with every piece of his armor. He folded them into a neat bundle that he placed beside the tent. Taking a deep breath, he unzipped the front of the tent and stepped inside.

The first image that greeted him was of Kakarot lying on a large mat with his legs spread apart and his hands behind his head. A fluffy pillow supported his head and several more laid at the foot of the mat; Kakarot must have tossed them there earlier. Vegeta focused on the hard length between his legs, which already dripped clear liquid onto his toned stomach. In that instant, Vegeta's mouth went dry and he forgot how to speak any human language.

"Ve—ge—ta," Kakarot cooed in a sing-song voice, "Will you play with me?"

"I—er, I don't know."

"Huh?" Kakarot rolled over on his side and raised a brow. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to say, 'No, of course not, I've never been nervous in my entire goddamn life.' But nothing came out.

"It's okay, 'Geta," Kakarot purred. "C'mon over here."

"Where, um—" Vegeta coughed. He zipped up the opening of the tent behind him but continued to hover awkwardly a few feet away from Kakarot as he stared at his body.

"Where did you get the tent from?"

"I found some capsules in our kitchen's storage closet."

"Ah."

"It's pretty cool, huh?"

"Yes," Vegeta squeaked.

"There's a lamp," Kakarot said, motioning toward the electric lantern beside his head, "and this mat is actually really comfy and soft."

"That's all—it's all very nice."

It was brief, but Vegeta caught it: a sexy smirk flashed across Kakarot's face. He grabbed something beside the lantern, then tossed a small, blue vial through the air. Thankfully Vegeta had enough wherewithal to catch it instead of allowing it to smack him in the forehead.

"What's this?"

"Oil." Kakarot's face turned red. "I found it in the bathroom this morning before you woke up."

Vegeta's eyes scanned the Namekian type scrawled across the surface of the vial. Not that it mattered: he couldn't read a word of it. He clenched it tight in his left hand.

His nerves completely shot, Vegeta fell to his knees at Kakarot's feet with as much gracefulness as a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Kakarot smiled at him, rolled onto his back again, and this time propped his right leg up to give Vegeta a better view of between his legs.

Every synapse in Vegeta's brain fried and his mind went blank. He licked his bottom lip. All shy, he grasped onto Kakarot's right knee and playfully tugged it from side to side. "Why'd you give the oil to me?"

Kakarot tittered nervously. "I was going to put it inside of myself, but then I figured you'd have more fun doing it." He paused. "It'll make thing go more smoothly."

Sure thing, Kakarot. I'll just finger your tight little asshole like it's no big deal.

As if Kakarot had heard his thoughts, he scooted further down the mat and changed the angle of his hips, exposing the furled bundle of muscle below his balls. "Put some oil on your hand and finger me, 'Geta," he panted.

Vegeta doused his fingers in the oil. Once his hand was coated in the stuff, he stroked himself and watched Kakarot's eyes glimmer at the sight. Touching himself for so long with Kakarot boring holes through him got him a little too excited; he returned his focus to his lover's body after a soft moan rose from below him. He ran his hand down the length of Kakarot's cock until his fingertips slid across the soft skin of his balls.

Kakarot purred at the touch, then whimpered as Vegeta massaged him.

In his grasp, Kakarot was warm and quivering, and he never broke his intense gaze from Vegeta's the whole while the Prince caressed him. Wandering, curious fingers traveled back up Kakarot's shaft; he mewled and after only a few swipes of Vegeta's thumb across his head he was whispering Vegeta's name through slightly parted lips.

Vegeta growled. Kakarot had waited long enough to be pleasured, and he didn't want to keep him waiting for much longer. He slid his hand further south and eventually, his index finger pressed against nervously clenched muscle he hoped to loosen up soon.

"Relax," Vegeta said, lowering his voice an octave. "It's going to feel a bit odd at first, but it won't hurt."

Kakarot sucked in air through his teeth. "Okay."

Using the utmost care, Vegeta twisted his wrist and pressed his lubricated finger into Kakarot's ass. His rival grunted in what sounded like a mixture of desperation and discomfort. As his fingertip breached Kakarot's entrance, the man below him moaned long and low, eyes now clenched shut.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." In his periphery, Vegeta watched Kakarot's toes curl.

Entranced by Kakarot's every minute reaction, Vegeta continued to push forward. As his finger sank in to the knuckle, a delicious, rumbling purr came deep from Kakarot's chest. Using Kakarot's vulnerable moment to his advantage, Vegeta pounded his ass with his finger in several short, rapid strokes. A round, soft bump grazed his fingertip and he then knew where his next target laid. The discovery relieved him—he felt in control again. He rewarded himself and Kakarot by rubbing circles around the spot.

"Vegeta!" Kakarot grasped the pillow beneath his head; his head tipped backwards and the arch in his back deepened the longer Vegeta finger-fucked him. "That's—ahh—"

Vegeta leaned down and nipped the inside of Kakarot's raised thigh, then blew air across the fresh bite mark. "How're you?" he muttered.

Kakarot's chest shuddered. "Really good."

In one smooth motion, Vegeta slowed his thrusting while at the same time slipping another finger past the ring of Kakarot's tight asshole. Kakarot moaned again, then hissed as Vegeta gently scissored him. "Shit, Vegeta…"

Using his free hand, Vegeta slowly stroked Kakarot's cock until the tip leaked all over his clenched first. Every upward stroke of his hand and deep thrust of his fingers stole a weepy cry from Kakarot's throat, which soon culminated into a desperate moan that clawed out from deep within his chest. Kakarot lay open and vulnerable and beautiful, sweating under the light of the lantern, face screwed up in bliss.

"Vegeta—more!" Kakarot pleaded.

Vegeta slowed his thrusting and gasped. While still, he could feel how hard his heart pounded against his ribcage. He pulled his fingers out of Kakarot's tightness and leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues thrashed against each other, and Vegeta lost all of his composure. He scooted forward and pressed the tip of his cock against Kakarot's hole, then dragged it back and forth against the loosened opening.

His name fell from Kakarot's lips again. "Please, Vegeta," he begged.

"'Please, Vegeta' what?"

"Put your dick in me." Kakarot bucked his hips upward.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

At the same time he pushed his tip in he caught Kakarot in a kiss to swallow his cries. The new warmth enveloping him made him dizzy and he had to stop while only half-way inside of Kakarot's ass. He ended the kiss, needing to take a deep breath of air, and Kakarot was free to wail out in pleasure.

Gasping open-mouthed, he caught his breath. He nuzzled the crook of Kakarot's sweaty neck. "God."

The pitchy groans coming from Kakarot drove him wild. His rival sounded absolutely pathetic and helpless; the way Kakarot threw his arms around him with sudden abandon only fueled Vegeta's sense of dominance. Vegeta had to hold his breath as he withdrew himself again, making sure he didn't fall completely out. Kakarot whined, then cried out when Vegeta thrust slowly back inside only halfway again.

"Holy shit, Kakarot," he groaned through clenched teeth. He'd never been buried inside anything so warm and muscled before in his life. He rested his elbows on either side of Kakarot's head and stared into his strained face. "Open your eyes."

Kakarot shook his head no. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Vegeta's torso. "Go deeper," he grunted as his insides grasped even tighter around Vegeta.

"You need to relax," Vegeta panted, "Or I'm not going anywhere."

Kakarot cracked open both eyes. He licked his chapped lips, completely in a daze, and Vegeta could feel the grip around his cock loosen. Anticipating Kakarot would tense up again if he moved too quickly, he gently rocked his hips back and forth, easing his way through the intense heat hugging him. Vegeta had never done this before, and was pleasantly surprised when he met a resistance deep inside of Kakarot that clenched the tip of his dick.

"Oh!" Kakarot arched his back above the mat again. "Fff—Vegeta!"

"Mm. What's this I've found?" Vegeta buried himself even deeper.

"It feels—ooh…" Kakarot fell into unintelligible babbling as Vegeta finally began to fuck him balls deep. While whimpering, Kakarot used his nails to dig half-moon shaped dents into Vegeta's back.

Vegeta continued to thrust, slowly increasing his pace as he watched all of the tension wash away from Kakarot's face. Both Kakarot's entrance and somewhere deep inside of his ass clutched at Vegeta as he pulled in and out, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of his taut body. Enamored with Kakarot's beautiful face, he kissed him again, this time leisurely suckling on the tip of Kakarot's tongue until the larger Saiyan growled with fervor.

Kakarot's beating heart rivaled his own; Vegeta could feel the organ thumping violently against his lover's chest. He wanted to drag the moment on forever, but with Kakarot moaning the way he was and clenching to him for dear life, Vegeta wasn't going to last for much longer.

"Aaa—ha, Vegeta!" Kakarot's fingers clambered up Vegeta's sweat-covered back until they reached his scalp to hang on for dear life. "Harder, please!"

One millisecond of doubt scrambled Vegeta's thoughts. He'd never fucked Bulma this hard before—but Kakarot's pleads made it obvious he could take more than Vegeta's wife ever could. So he obliged him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes, Vegeta!"

The ground below them shifted. Fear shot adrenaline through Vegeta's veins; he worried he'd broken Kakarot's pelvis. But the screams below him were from pleasure and the ground below them was breaking from the force of his thrusting. Vegeta shouted and felt himself shoot deep inside of Kakarot's spasming hole. The beautiful, blossoming sensation in his stomach radiated to every muscle in his body. Come dripped between his legs out of Kakarot's ass, and below him his rival trembled as he reached his own orgasm and painted both of their stomach white.

Vegeta was overwhelmed with pleasure, or joy, or endorphins, or whatever the fuck it was that made him feel as the world around them had disintegrated and all that was left in the universe were their panting bodies. Kakarot kissed him and laughed into his mouth. Even though he'd never intended it, Vegeta had made love to the third class, and it filled him with an ecstasy only tempered by the fact he knew they were both married men.

"Vegeta, Vegeta," Kakarot chanted, "I really do love you!"

The words made Vegeta feel drunk. He reached to the side and pawed around the base of the lantern until his hand found the switch and flipped it off. They held one another; once their body heat faded away Kakarot clawed for the blanket in the corner of the tent and covered them both. Behind Vegeta, Kakarot spooned him and suckled on his earlobe until the warmth of his breath soothed the Prince to sleep. He dreamed of nothing but black.