Love Has No Cure

Part 10:1 – Take It

Slowly, shakily, I flipped the prince over so that he was on his back beneath me. I handled him like a wounded animal, like a glass ornament that would shatter if I so much as touched him wrong. I can do this for him, I thought, not quite able to convince myself, I won't hurt him; even if I kill myself holding back.

Gently, tentatively, I kissed his neck without suction; simply touching my lips to the sensitive skin before moving on. My hands slipped under the collar of his denim shirt and slid, barely making contact, down his chest. The prince closed his eyes, breathing hard, head tipped back. I skimmed the pads of my fingers over his nipples, ignoring their immediate response and smoothing my palms over his skin. Vegeta's breath caught and his fingers knotted in the sheets. I knew he was already exhausted from pleasuring me; so I looked for little responses in his movement as permission to continue, and stuck to what I knew were his favorite places; never causing anything but pleasure.

Slipping the prince's shirt off gradually, I distracted him with a gentle kiss, twirling my tail over his chest and abdomen, even teasing his arousal with the furry appendage, never staying in one place for more than a few seconds. Vegeta groaned and tried to arch weakly into my touch, but his spine didn't even leave the mattress. I asked him with my eyes if I should stop or slow down, but his gaze was heavy with pleasure and he shook his head, kissing me quickly for encouragement. I went back to worshipping his chest and neck with my mouth; even taking a risk and nipping the skin gently just to hear the hitch in his breath, followed by a moan of carnal pleasure as I smoothed the offended area with my tongue.

"K- " Vegeta hissed, "Kaka-r-rot," he wrapped his arms around my neck and brought my lips up to meet his. I wanted to respond, to attack his panting mouth and explore with my tongue like I had in the past, but I forced myself to add only the slightest pressure to the kiss; refusing to lose control.

"Kakarot, stop - " I froze instantly, stilling my hands and tail and meeting his gaze, the prince's eyes were dark with guilt, Did I hurt him? I couldn't have …. He practically begged me to -

"Kakarot," he began again, "Stop this; s-stop torturing yourself. I know you w-want more…. Take it,"

"But I promised –" I protested.

"I know," the prince said slowly, "But at this rate, n-neither of us are going to get anything out of this; and I know y-you're not enjoying yourself as much as you should be."

"But what if I -?" I began, but he cut me off with a kiss before speaking again.

"I asked you to take control," he breathed in my ear, "So now, as your prince; I am ordering you to take what you want,"

Who was I to deny my prince when he gave me a direct order?

I started touching him again, pausing in my movement to check for approval; still doubting Vegeta's decision. I really didn't want to break my promise, but I really didn't want to upset the prince either. I placed a hand with slightly more pressure than I'd been using before on his thigh and watched his face for permission. The prince's eyes narrowed and he nodded forcefully once, allowing no protest.

Hating myself for abandoning my restraint, knowing I'd regret what I was going to do; I threw caution to the wind and devoured the prince's mouth, plunging inside with my tongue and drowning in his fire like I had many times before. Vegeta growled his approval and slid his tongue against mine digging his fingernails into my shoulders. I let my eyes close, let my mind all but shut down; and let instinct take the wheel.

Coiling my tail tightly around his, choking it and scrubbing the dual lengths of fur together at a reckless pace, I gripped his upper arms with enough force to bruise a human and lifted them over the prince's head, exposing his chest. I moved down his chest slowly, licking, sucking and biting the skin, even drawing blood at some point before licking it away. Vegeta didn't protest, he even encouraged me, threading his fingers through my hair and making appreciative sounds as I ravished his body.

I tried to hold onto my last shreds of sanity, to honor my promise not to hurt the prince, but he made it very difficult; writhing and whimpering, begging for more and tangling his fingers in my untidy black spikes, sliding his erection against mine. He licked at my neck, bringing his tail – still twined with mine – around to torment my arousal.

At last, with a snarl, I broke.

I was an animal, a creature of sensation, hardly knowing where one body ended and the other began. It was madness, and it was beautiful. I scratched and bit and growled, taking and giving everything at once, the prince's shouts of pleasure ringing in my ears, the scent of his sweat and blood sharp in my nostrils. I slammed into him, hitting home instantly and swallowing his scream in a crippling kiss. Every thrust was heaven, every moan was a symphony, and the prince's scent and taste was an aphrodisiac. Pure, Saiyan violence goaded me on, picking up the pace and kissing the breath out of the prince beneath me.

Vegeta broke away suddenly; I barely registered the mingled ecstasy and agony on his face before he threw his head back, screaming my name and coming so hard he passed out. I followed his release a stroke later before collapsing across his chest, my lungs screaming for air. My head was spinning and I let my eyes flit closed and joined the prince in repose.

I opened my eyes. I didn't know how much time had passed. A minute? An hour? Vegeta was curled in the curve of my body, my arm across his side in a protective gesture. His tail was still wound with mine, but it was a gentler kind of embrace. Propping myself on one elbow, I looked down at my prince.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

His bronze skin was a mess of bruises ranging from faded purple to the closest thing to black I was likely to see on his skin. His chest and arms were scratched to the point of bleeding, and the prince's bloodstream's slow clotting meant that they were still bleeding after… how long? I had no idea. His tail was lackluster and drooping and his torn lips were almost completely obscured by a dark, ugly bruise. I winced to think of the pain he would be in when he awoke. What have I done?

Sliding out of bed as slowly and discreetly as I could; I retrieved my gi pants from the floor and slipped them on, glancing around for my shirt. I found the blue garment, but it was ripped in half down the middle. Cursing under my breath, I opened the top drawer of the dresser at one end of the room and fished around inside, discarding useless items until I found what I was looking for; three senzu beans.

Grabbing the biggest of the three, I crossed the room again and crawled into bed, biting back my renewed shock as the full extent of the prince's injuries hit me again. My fault…. All my fault.

Soothingly, I caressed the uninjured side of his face with my tail, murmuring quiet things to rouse him gently from his sleep. Vegeta blinked once, twice, and his gaze found me. A shiver ran down the length of his body and he sat up, biting his lip and wincing.

"Here," I handed him the senzu and he blinked gratefully, placing the bean in his mouth and chewing it painfully. Then he sat very still as it worked its magic; the worst bruises fading away and the cuts closing.

He sighed, getting to his feet, tail flicking through the air.

I wanted to apologize a million times, down on my knees, and swear to never hurt him again; but I'd already done that; I'd already broken that promise once, so I held my tongue and watched my lover dress himself slowly.

"Thank you, Kakarot," he said eventually. I thought he meant for the senzu and started babbling about how he'd do the same for me; but he turned and cut me off with a stare.

"For doing as I said," he finished.

"But – but I broke my promise; I hurt you again!"

"If I tiptoed around trying not to get hurt every day until I succumbed to this godsdamned disease and died I'd never get anything done," he growled, "I wouldn't trade last night for anything. At least I'll have something good to remember when I'm gone,"

I blinked slowly, "You thought that was good?"

"Stop fishing for compliments," the prince smirked, whacking me with his tail.

I returned his smirk and let my shoulders loosen, "Whatever you say, Your Highness. I don't need compliments, I got more than enough out of you last night,"

Vegeta snorted, pulling on his gloves, "Whatever, Kakarot."

TBC