I collapse back in another nest of those ubiquitous pillows, chuckling quietly to myself. Kakarot glances back at me, his tail flicking in irritation. "I don't think it's that funny, Raditz," he chides me, coaxing another spurt of laughter.
"Come on, Kakarot," I gasp, "You really don't think it's funny that you couldn't tell the difference between men and women when you were a kid?"
"I was living in the woods with just my grandfather for years!" he protests. "I had brain damage! Cut me some slack!"
I just shake my head, and appeal to Dende. "Come on, don't you think that's funny?"
The slight Namek merely smiles, tilting his head to the side. "It does seem unusual, yes," he agrees cautiously, having learned throughout the course of the day that Saiyans are nothing if not unpredictable. Piccolo snorts, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Ah, everyone's against me," I complain, idly stroking along the lay of my brother's tail. He closes his eyes blissfully as I continue. "You people are all freaks of nature, anyway. I'm the only normal one here."
"Normal?!" Piccolo asks in disbelief, and I smile smugly at him.
"What, you got a problem with that assessment?" He simply shakes his head at me in disbelief. I close my eyes, resting one hand lightly over my stomach. Nothing better than a full stomach on a night like tonight…I want to purr with contentment as I feel Kakarot lean back, nestling his head against my shoulder. I lightly run my fingers through his hair, cracking one eye open as I hear a hastily cleared throat.
Piccolo is blushing an embarrassed purple, while Dende watches me and Kakarot in undisguised interest. "It's getting late," the older Namek announces suddenly, standing. Dende looks up at him uncomprehendingly.
"It isn't really all that late," he protests as I coil my tail with Kakarot's, nuzzling at the top of his head lightly. I love the smell of my brother's hair, like rain.
"I think these two are ready for bed," Piccolo tries again, but Dende seems to be purposefully dense tonight as he glances back at us again.
"Oh, are you tired?" he asks solicitously. "You don't seem to be…"
I manage a leer at the older Namek as Kakarot noses insistently at my neck. "Nah, not really tired, but maybe we should go to bed," I allow to Dende, sitting up a bit with a protesting murmur from my brother, who promptly latches on to my tail. I find myself staring blankly out the window as little shivers of pleasure run up my spine, and I know I must look like a complete idiot as my mouth hangs open.
"That's a good idea," Kakarot purrs behind me, pleased at my reaction. He runs his hand up to the base of my tail, gripping lightly and scratching with his thumbnail.
"Yeah," I breathe out, and Dende sighs with some disappointment, standing and dusting his robes off.
"Well, I suppose we'll have time to talk more in the morning," he smiles, and I have to wonder how much of the subtext the kid is catching. I mean, is he fascinated by me and Kakarot because of the outrageous flirting that's been going on between us all day, or is it simply that he doesn't get much company up here? "Come on, I'll show you to your rooms."
"Rooms?" I ask stupidly, my thoughts again derailed by an enthusiastic caress from my wicked, wicked brother.
"Yes?" Dende answers, raises his eye-ridges. "You didn't think you would be sleeping out here, did you?"
"Uh…" I grab my brother's hand and firmly pull it away from the tail. He chuckles warmly behind me, sitting up himself and leaning into my side, a pleasant weight. "I mean, we don't need more than one room."
"You would prefer to sleep together? Oh, all right then." Dende's smile is that same serene expression. I'm guessing he really doesn't get it. I stand and Kakarot follows, scrubbing one hand through his unruly ebon spikes.
Piccolo bids us goodnight, and Dende leads us through more of those open, white hallways until we come to an arched doorway, covered with a hanging drape. Inside is an enormous, low bed, covered with pillows and a rich red velvet coverlet. It has a canopy, and gauzy drapes surrounding it. I stifle a snicker…poor kid probably has no idea this looks like a high-class prostitute's boudoir.
"Thanks, Dende," Kakarot says to our young guide, and he smiles up brilliantly at my brother.
"Of course, Goku. It's a pleasure to have your company for awhile. Pleasant dreams, you two!" The young Namek slips out of the room with a cheerful wave. I turn to regard my brother, who stretches and yawns very deliberately.
"Boy, I'm tired!" he exclaims, looking at me innocently with our father's eyes. "Well, let's go to bed."
I snort, snagging my tail around his waist. "I think there's something else we need to do first…"
He unwinds my tail lazily. "Oh, not tonight, I really just want to go to sleep…" He grins merrily at my little exclamation of disgust, ducking away as I grab for him.
"You son of a bitch-!" Laughing, he keeps backing away from me, dancing gracefully out of my reach. Snarling, I leap, tackling him to the bed and grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head. He grins toothily up at me, then heaves his lower body, sending me flipping over his head to land flat on my back. Wrenching his wrists out of my grip, he's suddenly straddling me, with a familiar gleam in his eyes.
"Who says you always get to be on top?" he purrs down at me, and I fight the urge to arch and moan as he settles his delicious weight over my groin. I'll be damned if I'm going to let my little brother get the best of me in the bedroom.
"Always?" I ask dubiously. "I never get to be on top," I add, as I shift my hips, rolling Kakarot off me with a startled squawk, and pressing on top of him once more. "Besides, who's the older brother here?"
"Yeah, but I'm stronger than you," Kakarot points out, unnecessarily, as it happens because he shoves me off him and further back onto the vest expanse of the bed, proving his point. This time he lays himself full out against me, weighing my entire body down.
"But I-" I point out to him, rolling my body a bit to grind my now pressing erection up against his, coaxing a low moan out of him, "-am more experienced." I strain upward to lick lingeringly along the side of his neck, and he collapses on top of me bonelessly, allowing me to roll him to the side so that we lie flush up against each other on our sides, chest to chest.
"Point taken," he gasps as I move down to nuzzle along the firm flesh of his throat, my left hand rubbing firm circles against his hip. I free my other to trail teasing fingertips along his upper thigh.
"Seriously, Kakarot," I murmur into his throat, "Will you let me show you?" For all that he's being screwing Vegeta for a few weeks now, I have the feeling he's still uninitiated in the some of the pleasures of the male body. From what I've heard, Vegeta hasn't been exactly free with his affections in the years he's been on Earth, so he's probably a little rusty in that department. And Kakarot has only ever been with Chi-Chi and Vegeta.
He nods wordlessly, staring at me with those open dark eyes I love so much. I move back a bit to study his face, tracing one fingertip along the line of a high cheekbone. I tug on the bottom of his t-shirt, urging him to take it off as I undo the button fly on his jeans. His clothes are quickly taken care of, and I shrug out of mine as well, eager to begin. I glance to the side of the bed briefly, though I doubt that a Namek would keep anything like oil or a lubricant at the bedside. What would they use it for? To my surprise, however, I spot a graceful fluted crystal container with some sort of amber liquid inside. A quick sniff determines that it is indeed some sort of oil. Bingo. Kakarot's been teasing me all day, damn it, and I intend to make him pay now.
"Lay back," I instruct, and he does so a bit hesitantly. Gods, but my brother is amazing, all creamy flesh covering thick muscle, rosy nipples standing to attention with the slight chill of the night breeze trickling in the window. His cock twitches slightly, thick and a lovely plum with a glistening tip that just begs to be sucked. But there'll be time enough for that later…
"You are so beautiful," I tell him, quirking a grin at the slow flush that rises in his cheeks.
"Vegeta tells me that, too," he whispers. "I don't know why…"
"You honestly don't?" I ask in some surprise. Surely, he can't be that ignorant of his perfect body and handsome face.
"I'm nothing special, looks-wise," he says, and I snort.
"Guess I'll have to convince you otherwise," I decide, kneeling at his feet and trailing my fingers in small circles over his ankles. He shivers slightly under my touch.
"That tickles a little," he complains softly, and I smile, rubbing my thumbs firmly into the arch of his feet. "Ohhh…that's nice…" I continue the soft massage, rubbing his toes and the balls of his feet before stroking the arches gently and then moving up to his calves.
My fingers work carefully at the firm muscle, kneading it soothingly as I lean over his legs. A rumbling purr greets my ears, and I smile to myself as I work my way over his knees and to his thighs. I knead the large muscles here a bit harder, bent over in concentration. I hear a soft gasp from Kakarot, and raise my head in surprise. This is supposed to feel good, but…?
Oh, my hair's brushing against his leaking erection. His hips rock forward impatiently, pressing himself into my hair, and I sit back on his legs. He moans in disappointment as I tease him, "Not yet…"
"Raditz!" He looks up at me with lust-clouded eyes, partially sitting up, and I press my hand firmly into his chest, pushing him back down. I turn back to his thighs, massaging the muscles and spreading his legs slightly to rub softly along his inner thighs. I lick lightly at the sweat-dappled skin here, where the taste and smell of my brother is overwhelming. I can't resist nipping slightly, and Kakarot moans again in response.
I swipe my tongue closer and closer to his begging erection, still ignoring it fastidiously. Instead, I pay extra attention to the crease in his thighs, then nibble agonizingly slowly up his hipbones. He thrusts his hips forward in supplication, but I pull back, grinning and licking my lips. "I said, not yet," I remind him, now biting along the line of one hip, thumb rubbing the other in counterpoint.
I continue working my way up his body, taking care to hold myself far enough above him that his cock is left weeping for attention. His ribs are thoroughly licked and explored, his stomach equally attended to. His nipples I suck practically raw, biting and laving enthusiastically, sending him into a paroxysm of moans and pleas.
"Oh…Kami…Raditz, please…please!…I need…"
"Shh," I soothe as I lap at his throat, stretching my mouth wide to bite the thick column of it. It's so terribly tempting to just let my weight drop now and rub up against him, but I resist, knowing it will be far more rewarding when I do finally get there. I snake out my tongue to sooth behind his ear, turning his head to the side to bit lightly along the back of his neck, when sweat drips from his thick hair.
I move back down, this time letting my hair trail down his chest. From what Vegeta told me, so long ago, it feels like heavy warm silk being dragged across the skin. Not that I've ever felt warm silk, but from the smug little grin my prince used to get, I had the feeling it was a good thing.
It seems Kakarot agrees, because his spine curves as he presses up into my hair, threading his fingers through it as I trail my tongue down his body again. I trace eight furrows down his chest with my nails and he groans throatily. Finally, I am faced with his thick arousal once more, and I smile to myself as I swallow him whole.
It's like someone put a live wire to the base of his spine; his entire body arches up, his muscles clenching, and he makes the most lovely growl that breaks into a high-pitched noise halfway through. I relax my throat and take him all in, swallow around his length. His head thrashes back and forth as I pull off again, this time just teasing the tip with a light flicker of my tongue before plunging back down again.
As I tend to the hard length in my mouth, Kakarot sets up a steady series of moans and pants, his head arched back and his eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of the sensation. I love the feel of his cock down my throat; there's something purely wanton about sucking someone this way and wringing such an enthusiastic response from them. It feels powerful, and I realize, suddenly, that here is something I'm better at than either Kakarot or Vegeta.
I move my hands down to push his legs farther apart, and he complies easily. I suck his balls into my mouth, roll them around on my tongue as I stroke his cock slowly, almost lazily. I them move my thumb to press lightly against the spot just below his balls, eliciting a whole new series of groans from him. I sit up quickly and grab the vial of oil, grinning at Kakarot who murmurs a wordless question at me, black eyes open now and swimming in unfulfilled lust.
I drizzle the oil over my fingers, my brother watching me with wide eyes. I lean over to engulf his cock with my mouth once more and he falls back, sighing and panting again. Working the oil over my fingers, I slide their slippery surface along his balls, underneath, and back to his hole, where I press against the muscle very lightly, circling the puckered open gently.
"What-?" Kakarot gasps, staring at the canopy above him sightlessly.
I mumble for him to be quiet around his erection, which has pretty much the same effect as if he understood what I was saying, if not better. He immediately squeezes his eyes shut, and fists his hands in my hair, rolling his hips eagerly and shoving himself further down my throat.
I continue rubbing at his puckered hole, finally pushing one finger slowly in as I deep throat Kakarot's cock. I can tell from the noises he's making that he's confused, but still enjoying it. He's so hot, so tight around my finger, I want to sit up and just plunge into him right now. But I promised to show him how good all of this can feel, and I intend to keep that promise.
I flex my finger slightly inside him as I continue to bob my head up and down, looking for that one spot…a sudden howl tells me I'm successful as Kakarot sits straight up and proceeds to come violently inside my mouth. I swallow quickly, pulling back as I feel the twitching against my lips finally slow.
And it's a delirious sight indeed, to see Kakarot staring down at me in almost-shock, his lips red and swollen where he's been licking and biting at them, his eyes still hazy with desire and aftershock. I roll over onto my side, still lazily stroking his inner thighs and massaging his hole lightly as he struggles to regain his breath.
"What was that?" he finally manages to grind out, and I smile knowingly.
"I don't know what humans call it," I answer, nuzzling along his hips. "Good, though, isn't it?"
"That- I've never had anyone do that before," he blinks down at me owlishly, I lick my lips wickedly.
"If you ask real nice, I'll do it again, but better," I purr, and he raises his eyebrows.
"It can get better?"
"Mmhm," I answer, nipping at the line of his hipbone, noting with a smug smile his erection renewing itself slowly.
"How?"
"I'll just have to show you," I say, and he nods slowly. "Lay back again, then," I direct, pulling a few pillows from the head of the bed to tuck under his hips. I turn my attention back to his ass, rubbing in more of the oil that has a very, very faint floral scent. Massage oil or something, possibly. I still can't figure out what Dende or Piccolo would want with it. Then again, maybe the last Guardian was a real pervert and had all sorts of weird guests. I stifle a chuckle and turn my attention back to my brother.
Stroking his thighs soothingly, I pour a little more oil along his hardening cock and rub it down in between his legs. Pushing my finger carefully back in, sitting up this time, I can watch Kakarot's face. His eyes narrow at the unfamiliar sensation, but his pulls his legs apart even wider.
Very gently I begin to slide my finger in and out, getting him used to the sensation. He watches me with those half-lidded eyes, and again, I am struck by his beauty. I add a second finger and he flutters his eyes closed again, letting out a small grunt. I let them rest inside him for a moment to allow him to adjust, and he signals me to move again by pushing down a little bit.
Again, I slide them in and out, and now Kakarot is fully hard, a crimson flush rising through that pale-cream skin, along his chest and the muscled lines of his stomach, blooming in his sweat-streaked face. "More," he whispers to me.
"Are you sure?" I ask, not wanting to go too fast, wanting to make this perfect for him. He nods, opening his eyes again. Totally trusting, his look is, and I feel a strange ache in my heart that he is allowing me this. I take him at his word, and add a third finger, stretching and preparing him.
Finally, I think he's ready, and I pull back, leaving him mewling with disappointment. I brush his hair back from his face as I pour more oil in my hand and attend to my own neglected cock. It aches with longing now, and I dare not spend too long spreading the oil or I'm going to come all over Kakarot right here. A few quick strokes and I'm ready.
I roll Kakarot over on to his side, and spoon up behind him. He turns his head to look at me, and again, I'm caught by the unflinching trust in his face. I hook his leg over mine, and position myself at his entrance, hesitating.
"Do it," he urges me on, and I slide in slowly, half-seating myself. Kakarot arches with a groan, and I freeze. "Burns," he hisses, and I start to pull back, but he stops me with a hand on my hip. "Don't…just…give me a second…" His brow furrows as he concentrates, but slowly he relaxes. I'm grateful for the reprieve myself, for the time to get my raging desire under control.
"Move," he demands suddenly, and when I don't sink in fast enough, he pushes back against me until I'm buried.
"Oh Gods," I groan, as I bury my face in his hair. He's so amazingly hot, and it's been so long since I've done this. I've forgotten how incredible this feels, being sheathed in another person. I gasp into his neck as I pull out an inch or so then sink back into to that scorching heat. Our tails twine over Kakarot's raised thigh, snaking violently.
"Move," he says again, and I pull my head back to study him.
"Are you sure?" I breath, and he nods impatiently.
"I'm so…you're…it feels so full. You have to-" He seems unable to find the words, but I understand. I remember my first time, too. And so I pull out almost all the way before plunging back in with a long stroke.
Kakarot's face contorts with pleasure, and he cries, "Again!" I comply eagerly, my own body still under control, but not for much longer. A few more of those long strokes and I'm practically sobbing at the exquisite torture of it all.
"Kakarot, I can't-" I try to tell him, and he throws his head back with a throaty groan. He seems to understand perfectly well, however, and thrusts his hips back roughly, forcing a much more demanding pace out of me.
I let go with a growl, shoving into him wildly, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise as that terrifying heat engulfs me. He moves with me, and we push against each other erratically as I use the last shreds of my self-control to grab his cock and start fisting it brutally.
I hear his voice, ~pleasepleasepleaseohpleaseKamipleaseohplease!~, a constant stream of supplication, and I thrust even harder, until he can no longer beg, only let out a wordless moan that mixes in deliciously with my own continuous growl and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh.
I feel his body tense beneath me and a sudden spurt of burning liquid across the back of my hand. I can feel him clench around me, and the pressure urges me to blow out most of my brains through my cock as I come inside him, calling his name in answer to his own needy recitation of mine.
We lay there for a few moments, panting and gasping, our bodies soaked with sweat and other liquids, still twined with each other but utterly unable to move. Finally, Kakarot makes the great effort to roll over to face me, his hands resting at my waist, mine wrapping him to me, our tails flopped exhausted over our legs.
~Raditz?~ he asks, in a thoroughly sated voice. Hmm, I think I like this sound from him.
~Yeah?~ I answer, blinking slowly at him.
~Raditz!~ he says again, this time more insistent.
~What?~ I answer, mildly annoyed, then I realize…
~Raditz, we're not talking out loud!~