A/N: Continues from drabble 14

Drabble 15: Desecrate – Marking Territory

By Kiarene (15/7/2003)

1 : to violate the sanctity of

2 : to treat disrespectfully, irreverently, or outrageously

Radditz lowered himself gingerly an overstuffed couch, eyes flickering about the low-ceiling sitting room uncomfortably. Vegeta eased onto the couch beside him.

They had arrived a couple of hours ago, and were the only ones in the royal family's skiing lodge. It was a moderately sized building, expensively furnished in heavy furniture and rich upholstery. It all looked very grand and Radditz was impressed.

He was also uncomfortable and intimidated.

As a royal bodyguard, he was no stranger to the careless opulence of the rich. His quarters were simple and homely – all right, messy – but they were cozy and familiar. The only times he had spent in rooms like this were when he was on duty, and he now found it hard to let go of that mindset, feeling as stiff as he did whilst at work.

He glanced down at the ottoman, embroidered with the royal crest. How the heck can he put his feet up upon that? What if he dirtied it? 

"What's wrong Radditz? Relax, nobody's here but us."

"I'm relaxed," Radditz lied, shoulders still tensed.

The prince turned to him, brow raised in disbelief and tone haughty. "No you're not. Now toe off your boots and put your feet up."

Suddenly faced with a lapful of delightfully squirming prince, Radditz obeyed without thinking. The ottoman became occupied. A kiss, slow and wet, curled his newly bared toes.

The royal smirk became positively lascivious as slim fingers deftly snapped open the waistband of his trousers. His cock sprang free, swollen and weeping; an increasingly common occurrence around Vegeta, he noticed absently.

"Lie back," Vegeta ordered, one hand pushing him back as the other stroked his erection.

"Here? Vegeta, we can't…" Radditz protested weakly but he slumped back against the corner of the couch anyway. Damn. "Not here…"

"Why not?" Vegeta purred, his voice smoky with sex. "We've the place to ourselves. Now shut up and just enjoy."

"Pushy brat," he gasped, hands digging into the plush fabric as he arched up with a choked moan. A hand slipped under his sweater, blunt nails trailing up his abdomen before stopping to circle peaked nipples. "Oh god oh god ooohhh…"

A few more quick strokes and he jerked up with a sharp cry, shuddering violently. When the sparks behind his eyelids finally died down, he opened heavy eyes with a lazy smile. "All right, *now* I'm relaxed."

Vegeta only smirked as he licked his hand sensually, cleaning it. "You do realize you've just came over my father's favorite couch."

"Shit!" Radditz struggled to sit up, eyes wide in horror.

"What of it?" Vegeta shrugged carelessly as he hopped off the guard's lap. "Once it dries, it won't be obvious at all, especially with the patterns on the fabric."

"But…" Radditz stood up, still hyperventilating. "This is your… the *royal* family's couch! What are we going to do now?"

Vegeta cocked his head to the side, a slow grin spreading over his face. "Let's go desecrate the royal bed next."

(500 words)