"I am NOT one of them...those sick criminals that enjoyed giving you misery." Goku paused his words to place warm kisses low on his anchored partner's pelvis, his cheek brushing almost casually against the Prince's length. The seemingly innocent touch awoke Vegeta's lust, in stark contrast to his internal fear of what plans the third-class held for him. As the remainder of his battle suit was smoothly slid down his thighs and over his ankles, self-disgust twisted Vegeta's face at feeling himself growing rigid.
I'm giving him consent by letting my body react to his touch; and he will laugh at me for it. Vegeta's mind flashed to the vicious comments spoken from his past.
...Let's see how hard I can get you, little Prince...
...He must like being treated rough like a dog, look how bad he wants it...
...I wonder if the fear and lust that I can smell from you will taste just as good…
...Does that royal cock stay hard without air in your lungs?...
"Vegeta?" Sharply drawn out of his nauseating reverie, the elder Saiyan's eyes snapped open to rest on his mate, concern painted over his face. "I lost you again." Goku sat up slightly to gauge the other's reactions and wasn't happy with the lack of progression. "Where do you let you mind go?" Vegeta punctuated his disdain with spiteful words thrown back to his domineering mate.
"Y-you were just going to use me to sate your need...why do you even care where my mind is at?"
"Because I want you here with me now. You once trusted me enough to guide me through laying claim on you...why can't you trust me now?"
"I seem to recall you breaking that trust by forcing your wants on the stairs." Goku let his jaw drop open for a reply, then fell short.
Nothing I could say will help him...words mean nothing. I must show him why I care with my actions, a careful mix of lust and love.
Without a spoken response, the younger plunged his mouth onto Vegeta's member, eliciting a gasp that sounded too much of pained shock. Pressing on to try and reach pleasure through the storm of doubt in the royal's mind, Goku quickened his pace until an utterance of urgent hunger ripped from the supine saiyan. Not wanting to lose the moment, the taller temporarily abandoned the hardness between his lips as he wriggled out of his gi pants, scattering wet kisses along Vegeta's chest. The evening's architect crawled up to finally meet feverishly with the other's lips as Goku set his focus on redirecting his lover's agitation, clearly present after his initial touch was met with an apprehensive recoil.
Wishing to close the distance from him kneeling over Vegeta and not give the impression of haughty authority, Goku wedged a knee between the stiff legs beneath. The zipping sound of static once again jolted through the air, signaling the elder's perceived need to defend himself. Being silently mindful of a potential attack, Goku paid no attention to the electrical warning and laid intimately amidst defiant thighs. A nearly inaudible short gasp of breath caught in Vegeta's throat as hardened arousals met. The younger fought against letting a knowing smirk of his own to spread over his lips, but silently took it as an optimistic sign. At least he hasn't become so afraid that he can't feel pleasure...
"I know what you're thinking...that I'll hurt you, that I'll do things against your will..." Letting the whispered implications filter into the prince's adrenaline soaked brain, more kisses were peppered over an anxious throat to keep him seeped in want. "I promise never to defile you. I want us to equally share trust for the other." Goku kissed his way back to hover near Vegeta's ear. The next sentence was to be almost secretive, even though no other being was present. If only the damaged Saiyan heard it, it might be easier for him to accept. "I won't enter you until you ask me to..." Predictably, the discreet revelation was met with an incredulous scoff of arrogance.
"Do you honestly think I will ever want you inside me?" The younger pulled back to stare knowingly into the other set of black depths, so full of the turmoil broiling in his mind. Insane anger, fear of imminent humiliation and the despair at his mate calling his buff to prove that Vegeta could ever desire Goku in a more dominating role. After holding the other's gaze, the royal turned his head to the side. "Third-class trash..." Goku hesitated to let the insult go unheard, but frankly he was growing weary of the usual tactics his mate used to withdraw emotionally. Gripping his chin, the temporarily dominant Saiyan firmly jerked Vegeta's head to face him again.
"I know you don't mean that...you're just using hurtful words to try and steer this into how you think things will happen. To get me to punch you...beat and abuse you...to make all those nasty voices in your head truthful. I understand that it's all you're familiar with...that those stronger than you will only brutalize." Moving to caress the still held lips with his own, Goku slips a hand down between their hips to encircle both members in a tight grip, stroking slowly. A low, hindered groan preceded Vegeta's eyes fluttering close as a distressed frown marred his face.
"Aren't you tired of always needing to be in control?" As the lower-born's fist purposely lost its hold, Goku raised himself up off of the other's body. Crouching forward, the taller slid his legs over the other's hips and rested back to meet wanting flesh onto hard. "Aren't you curious to where things could lead if you let others have brief control over you?"
Fearful of being caught in the truth, Vegeta redirected his eyes to anything other than Kakkarrot's face. He wasn't able to deny the tint of desire brushing over his cheeks at such an intimate connection. Without waiting for a response, Goku leaned forward only to reach behind and angle the hardness beneath to slowly breach his own body. With each inch, the younger Saiyan's head fell back to moan unstifled, punctuating his desire with an uncharacteristic growl. Being fully seated on his mate's pelvis, Goku snaked his tongue along his own lips to aid in articulation.
"How can you say you don't want this?" Still not waiting for Vegeta to reply, Goku leaned back on outstretched arms and began purposefully pistoning his hips against the other's. Another copious moan burst into the air surrounding the Saiyans as the Prince struggled to not join Kakkarrot's rhythm out of lingering pride. "You have to want this...feeling the complete trust I have for you as you're buried in me...it just makes me that much harder." Hearing another pitch of static from the restrictive bracelets only proved to Goku that his ensnared lover wished to test his admission. "Does my Prince want to touch me?"
The jolt of hearing his birth-rite acknowledged was instantly evident in a frustrated grunt, but the coloring over Vegeta's cheekbones left no doubt to the younger he was on the right path. Reaching forward yet still impaled on the other's length, Goku whispered with a feathered heat against Vegeta's ear as the sovereign's eyes clenched shut.
"Tell me you want to touch me...to run your hand up my thighs and press me down onto you." Goku let his tongue amble up along the tense muscle below the other's ear as he felt the defensive charge encompassing Vegeta begin to dissipate. Still unable to verbally admit his wants, the taller leaned back yet again and focused on the previously spoken notion while letting a heavy gasp escape his own throat. "And after I bring you to the top of your passion, tell me you want me to touch you in the same way." Vegeta turned his face away from his dominating mate as his eyebrows knitted in an ashamed desire.
"I c-can't want th-that..." Slightly surprised at hearing the elite's voice Goku, he stopped all motion and peered down at his partner with concern.
"I can't give you that power over me...I can't want to be fucked and used like a common whore." Goku dove down to reassure Vegeta of his love with a passionate kiss, but the royal pulled back to whisper one last admission. "I'm afraid that I'll want..it."
With that simple yet condemning sentence, a flood of understanding poured a deep ache into Goku's being. To want any form of intimacy where he is not the dominant is equal to wanting the abuse he suffered from in his youth. Love or tenderness has no barring on the act itself.
"I don't want this."
The four words whispered from the prince's lips simultaneously pulled Goku from his thoughts and drenched him in utter rejection. With his mate's rejection seeping into his actions, the third-class edged to back away from the hurt, when Vegeta lurched up to the side of the other's face, brushing his lips unintentionally against his ear.
"I don't want to be afraid of this anymore...but, I...I can't ask for it. I can't solve this on my own...I need you to..." Physically unable to convey his need, Vegeta fell back to the pillow with an exasperated sigh, evident of his own hatred over his fear. But without missing a second, Goku finished the implied sentence.
"... to heal you..." Hearing Goku understand his need caught the elder off-guard as he allowed his head to nod affirmatively. Being elated over the admission, Goku swiftly pressed his elated lips against Vegeta's tense set. Surprised that the outpouring of truth had overshadowed Vegeta's physical hunger of still being encased inside his bonded mate's warmth, the younger pressed his hips down until he was firmly seated on the other's pelvis. The unexpected motion caused Vegeta's breath to catch in his throat.
The electrical anchors made their customary sounds as the prince struggled against his restraints. But this show of vitality held a different feel; it was not to violently impede Goku's actions, rather it was to become a deeper part of the unwavering passion presented to him. Releasing the other's lips to trail his fingertips down over Vegeta's torso, Goku turned his focus to the earlier enticement with an exaggerated heave of his hips. The younger's head angled back off his shoulders from the exhilaration of having complete control, something he didn't expect to relish this much. Almost forgetting his purpose, Goku let his own hand drift to his aching member and met the rhythm of his hips with firm strokes, until Vegeta's strained voice broke his self-pleasuring reverie.
"Kakkarrot please...I need to feel you in my hands..." Coming back to his senses, he pitched his body forward as his hands swept up to the ki-restrictors. Goku paused to whisper in his mate's ear seconds before reducing the hold the bracelets held over the subdued prince.
"I only want this for you...to enjoy our time together no matter which of us needs to be dominant." With a click, the constant hum from the devices diminished only a small degree and Vegeta quickly realized that if he moved slowly, he could gain a greater range of motion by using muscle strength only. In the damaged region of his brain, dark thoughts clamored about finding a way to make Kakkarrot pay for this insolent humiliation, but as his fingers alighted on the undulating thighs, those thoughts were squashed in favor of finding a release within his mate's body.
Quickly losing himself to the euphoria of feeling his lover's passion being returned, Goku flickered his energy up into Super. Witnessing the other profoundly revel in the act left Vegeta privately bewildered. He knew he had savored the dalliance when he allowed the younger to claim him...but that was before the repressive trust had been broken and all of his past dug up and laid bare. How could Kakkarrot be so trusting in him; to so easily handover the control that could inexplicably switch between torment and pleasure? It was a heady notion that the other's assurance of the sovereign's perceived intentions fueled the third-class's lust...but could it be deceitful? Could Kakkarrot be trying to ease him into a spurious wager that will lead only to more forceful humiliations?
Disbelieving his captor's sapid intensity, Vegeta sought to test the Earth-Saiyan's fervor as he forced his arm to graze across Kakkarrot's thigh and grasp at his hardness. Convinced that his lover was focused on his hypocrisy and not of the pleasure afforded to him, Vegeta was sure to only find a slightly firm length barely standing from the apex of his pelvis. An instant heat spread across the bridge of his nose at finding a yearning extremity swelling up into his hand.
"Now do you see? ...How irresistible it is to have you in me? Giving you control over my completion...the thrill of not knowing how or when you will let me finish...but I know it will happen..." A twist of something close to jealousy made Vegeta's fingers curl tighter around his partner's flesh. The bite of adrenaline coursed through the prince's blood at realizing he craved that feeling. To let Kakkarrot hold the reigns against the events to follow. To give his subject the power over him that other's took by force.
"Kakkarrot...yes..." Goku angled his vision down to the royal's expression to affirm that he heard correctly of his mate's wishes and not just hopeful thoughts.
"...please..." Despite telling Goku that he could never ask for such a demeaning act to befall him, the elder's plea rang clearly in his mind.
Letting his energy fizzle down to it's normal state, he hoisted himself up off of Vegeta's hips and swiftly pitched his legs down between the tensely held pair. Lightly pressing the tip of his own sweltering need against heated threshold, Vegeta preceded the shutting of his eyes with a sharp gasp of apprehension. Turning his head to face away from the loving act melting into violation, the evil faces of his past pain began filtering into his mind behind closed eyelids. Instantly, the trauma was distinctly painted over Vegeta's expression.
He's shutting me out instead of facing this new situation...
Goku barely held back the audible gasp at realizing the truth...that Vegeta found some kind of comfort in reliving his torment. It was already scripted out; no changes, or questions in his mind. But being in the similar scene with his bonded mate and not knowing for certain what was to be the outcome truly terrified the sovereign down to his foundations.
Goku leaned down to place a warm hand along his jaw to move Vegeta's visage back to him, following with an unexpected but completely devoted heavy kiss that forced the shorter's eyes to open.
"Don't go to your past...stay here with me..." The sudden yet gentle entry caused Vegeta to cry out from alarm, but he resisted struggling to get free of the culprit above him. Again he tried to retreat with the closing of his eyes, yet Goku firmly shook his jaw to keep Vegeta centered on him. "Don't close your eyes and think of all that ugliness...they are not worthy to hold that power from you..."
Goku briefly saw the perplexity etching over his lover's facial features as all his past affirmation began disarranging. Not wanting to give to much of the past attention, the low-born drifted over to placing sweeping kisses down the tense neck.
"Give me that power over you...I will not use it against you..." Another slow thrust from the taller provoked a soft breathy gasp to burst from Vegeta's throat. Goku added in his own soft moan as he reached back up for another kiss, noticing the wanting note buried in the other's voice. "I want you to watch me give your body pleasure, knowing that you're safe to fully enjoy it...to let me have control." The prince pulled back slightly to gaze into the other's expression as a heavy realization sunk in.
While words could be twisted to be used for betrayal, intentions usually shone true. And when others tried to forcibly crush his pride and viciously take his freewill...here was Kakkarrot pleading for his liege to allow him the distinction of being welcome in his bed.
"Yes...I am safe with you..." Spoken as more of the punctuation to his thoughts, Vegeta's admittance threatened to spread a gigantic grin of relief over Goku's face. Resisting the pull to shout his elation, the younger only managed to pour the emotion into a fervently tender kiss. Royal hands reached up to frame the younger's face, mirroring the swelling desire that had now broke free of decades of trauma. Separating from the lips below him, Goku drifted over to smear wet kisses over the prince's neck, yet a sharp tug of his hair demanded his attention. "Don't make me regret this." Momentarily dropping his authoritative demeanor, the younger shook his head in his familiar, innocent way before shifting his focus and setting to a passionate pace.
Vegeta's head arched back into the flattened pillow as Goku's exertions made his breath catch in his throat with a soft sigh. Acting on their own, his knees drew themselves up to fleetingly brush his feet against the outside of Goku's thighs with every thrust.
This is rather easy... The damaged royal had begun to find a lusting comfort with his partner in this position. ...no surprises, no fear of attack...I know exactly how this will play out.. With this small step, Vegeta was sure that this could be a repeat display of his willingness to be Kakkarrot's equal partner. The sweet tinge of hope at being free of the crippling horrors of his past poured more adrenaline into the recipient of Goku's devotion.
But as the prince's yearning contentment became obvious to his mate, his own level of despondency swelled.
Vegeta's not being forced to face his past… One word stuck itself into the fore-thoughts of the younger's brain as an obvious path to take…
...FORCE...
Sliding his free hand up Vegeta's panting chest, Goku curled his fingers into the yielding flesh just beneath his jaw. Holding the grip precariously tight, more rugged thrusts accompanied the slight threat.
A predictable spike of alarm edged into Goku's awareness as he tried not to show triumph at the wanted reaction. After a moment of the near-bruising grasp, the offending hand loosened only to slide to the back of the elder Saiyan's neck and pulled the compliant body upwards. Using both the surprise and momentum of the change of action, the dominant roughly twisted Vegeta's torso only to force him down onto his stomach.
Without losing a second, Goku sunk himself back into his lover's body with a heavy groan bursting from his throat, pinning the more diminutive under his bulkier mass. As one hand supported his weight next to Vegeta's waist, the other clawed it's way up into the black hair; his lips peppering hot, sucking kisses over the shoulders below him.
From the moment that the third class's hand gripped his throat, Vegeta felt the growth of the paralyzing grip of fear take control of his body. Now he was shoved face down into submission, yet no defense was prepared. A steady breath was all that he could mange to stay focused on, his eyes clamped shut not wanting to stare into the unfeeling but somehow mocking pillow beneath his gaze. Feeling the other's soft exhales feathering over his shoulders was almost too much to bare.
"...I love how you feel Prince..." The icy dig of past humiliations raced along his entire frame, rendering his muscles tensely powerless. All breath rushed out of Vegeta's lungs, forming a single syllable with an all-too-quiet voice.
"..No..."
Goku swallowed at the lump permanently residing in his throat. Wanting to simply give up and face his mate as they shared each other's need made his choice to continue down this aggressive path all the more heart-wrenching. Witnessing Vegeta become more incapacitated with each small assault on his defenses made it increasingly difficult to maintain a lustful readiness.
...I don't like playing the bad guy part... A slight epiphany struck the more sensitive male at the sight of clenched knuckles hooked into the bed sheet. It wasn't going to help the royal if he acted like the criminals of the past. As it was extremely unlikely Vegeta would ever find himself in that kind of situation again, what good would come by learning to trust that form of domination? The damaged sovereign would no doubt benefit from coming to trust his mate over anything else.
Goku suddenly shifted faintly to the side and stopped all motion to gather attention.
"Look at me..." After a moment of no acknowledgment, Goku used the grip in the other's inky thread to force his face into meeting his own. "...Vegeta..." At the gentle sound of his monniker, the prince let his eyes slide open, shining with every bit of the shame, betrayal and dread he felt throughout his core. "...I truly love you..."
Allowing his silent gaze to roam over the passionately familiar features slowly soothed the broken warrior of his consternation. The distressed creasing of Vegeta's expression eased from the fearful and into a mix of confusion and rising anger.
"Then why do this to me…?" The softly whispered vocalization of the elder's doubt made Goku think those words weren't really for his ears. Fight against disparaging thoughts, a determined sigh loosened its way from the younger's chest. Only taking a moment to re-calculate his plan, Goku began to shift back behind his partner after flatly admitting to himself.
"You know something...you're right. This isn't going anywhere." Goku straighten back up to smooth his warm hands over the hips of the uncharacteristically docile. "Up on your knees..."