Red: okay! This chapter has got my very first lemon. You dun like, you dun read…as simple as that. But the lemon won't take up the whole chapter, so I'll just give a warning before for those who want to read the rest. :3

Aishiteru Gaka no Ouji

Honey and Chocolate Paints

Goku sat on the couch, watching Vegeta through the window as his artist of an ouji painted the crystal blue lake. Now and again, he glanced to the painting to see how Vegeta was coming along, but most the times he was studying the ouji, trying to find his weak spots so that he could have his way with his ouji. He knew that in a way he was leaning towards rape, but if Vegeta didn't like what was going on, Goku would stop. So, in that way, it wasn't rape. All he wanted to do was claim his ouji so that he could rest assured at no one else will win his favor and affection. Namely Goten.

He knew it sounded and was weird that he was worried that his youngest brat could ever accomplish such a thing, but from Goku's point of view, it was understandable. Vegeta was extremely good-looking, he had the body of a God and one could not help but find his personality attracting. Goten had spent most of his life around Vegeta and therefore Vegeta knew him more and trusted him more than anyone else. In that way, it would be easier for Goten to weave his way into Vegeta's heart.

Over my dead body! Goku thought as he growled. Goten shall NOT have Vegeta! Vegeta is MINE! Ever since I first saw him, I was attracted. I will NOT allow my half-breed clone of a son to win the heart of the ouji that stole mine! He thought determinedly. Unconsciously, he clenched his fists as he thought of Goten licking the mango puree off Vegeta's face, jealous, angry and shocked that he had to mordacity to do such a thing. Especially to Goku's Saiyan no Ouji.

But in order to claim him, I must find some way to make him melt. He thought as he pushed last week's images out of his mind. Some way to stall all forms of rejection. I don't think I'll be able to handle it if Vegeta rejects me…and even thought I know I shouldn't force myself upon him, I WON'T have Goten winning him! NEVER! Goku blinked at himself in surprise and took a few deep breaths. Okay, Kakarot…calm down! Goten is your son! He won't do something like that if he knows that I like Vegeta…unless he likes him too. Goku stared out that Vegeta again, watching him intently as Vegeta stepped back to take a look at his painting. As always, it was perfect. Just like Vegeta.

Vegeta quickly packed up his things and then entered the house. He smiled at Goku who returned the smile.

Kami-sama…he's either changing fast or he's revealing the real Vegeta under there. Goku thought.

"Hora Kakarot." Said Vegeta. "Are you hungry?"

"Hai!" Goku said.

~Gryuyuyyuyuyuayuyuyuyyuyuyuyuyuuuyuyuyuyuuu~

Both stared with wide eyes as Goku's stomach seconded that. Goku grinned sheepishly at Vegeta who was still staring.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that. He thought to himself. It's almost like Kakarot's stomach has got a mind of its own! But even though Vegeta knew he wouldn't get used to it, he thought it cute all the same. It's so adorable when Kakarot blushes like that. Mentally, he sighed. I wish that I could find the courage to tell him how I feel. If only he would make the first move…

"Umm…Vegeta?" Vegeta blinked rapidly as he was brought back down to Earth. "You okay?"

"Uhh…hai." He assured the burly Saiyan as he walked by, heading towards the kitchen, all the while, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Goku stared at his ouji's retreating form, manually turning his head away when he realised he was getting out of hand.

Is that all I think about? Fucking Vegeta? There must be more to this… But Goku knew that there was. He cared deeply for the ouji. Vegeta was doing all these nice things for him and what was he planning in return? To fuck and claim the ouji to only use him for his release when he needed. Goku cringed at the thought. He knew he couldn't do such a thing to his beautiful ouji, but all the same, that's what he was afraid would happen if he just went along with claiming Vegeta. I want Vegeta's love and respect. I want Vegeta's undivided attention. I want Vegeta…EVERY bit of him! Goku's hungered expression faded as it was replaced with something akin to self-disgust. He couldn't believe he was thinking of doing that to Vegeta.

Fine! He told himself as he got up. He walked into the kitchen to find Vegeta busy at work, apparently making Dim Sum and Yakitori Chicken. "Ano, Vegeta-san." Vegeta paused his work, looking at Goku with his large obsidian eyes. Goku almost melted at the sight of them. "I'm just going outside for some air before lunch, okay?"

"Okay, I'll yell when it's ready." He said as he waved Goku out the room with a large knife. Normally, Goku would have to be careful should Vegeta be holding anything sharp, but because they had been together for quite a while now, he knew he could trust the ouji.

Goku wandered out to the edge of the lake, deep in thought. He knew he liked Vegeta, he really did. He just didn't understand why he was thinking of his ouji like this. At first, he thought it was really weird and disgusting. But after that day when Vegeta slept over, he accepted it with open arms.

Seems like I've taken it in too far. He thought. And now, it's almost controlling me. He was ashamed of himself. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his ouji. But I guess after that little episode of Goten's I got a little too possessive. I wanted Vegeta all for myself without thinking that maybe I should plan things out first. Besides, that's what I told myself on the morning Vegeta moved in. But, Kami-sama! The mere scent and sight of Vegeta drives me insane! And now that he's stopped frowning, he looks so much younger and cuter and beautifuller and…oh, what the fuck…he looks like a living, breathing, walking God! MY God! He sighed. If I only knew if he felt the same…it would make life a lot easier for me! Goku stared out over the lake, thinking about what he had just told himself.

He knew he wanted Vegeta, no surprises there [AN: like I said, who wouldn't? ;p]. But he knew there had to be more in order to keep Vegeta his. He reflects back on his and Chichi's relationship as he thinks. He knew that in their relationship, the whole thing was one-sided. Chichi may have loved him or she might have only used him to raise a family like any 'normal' family would.

Hn, but after she found out that I was an alien and that her sons were half-breeds, I could tell that her 'love' was faltering. That's why she made Gohan and Goten study so much. She was trying to erase the Saiyan within them. She was trying to keep me out. His heart gave a sudden, unhappy lurch. Now that he reflects back, he had never realised how he was used. I didn't love her and she most likely didn't love me. I don't want Vegeta to hurt me like she did…and I don't want to sink to her level by hurting him in the same way. Vegeta's far too special to do something like that. I could never…I would NEVER! And there I was, thinking of all the ways I could fuck him senseless. But Goku knew that he felt more than just lust for his flame haired companion. I care deeply about him, I know that. Otherwise, I would have jumped him any time during the past when I was stronger. I still can now, but I don't. Why? Because I…I… Goku paused. He had it! At least, he thought he did. It was that one little word. That simple, four-lettered word that sat there on his tongue, waiting to be used. He had uttered it enough times to Chichi to say it flat out, but to mean it…? It was more than caring for Vegeta; it was more than wanting to protect him. It was all this and more summed up in one, simple, meaningful word.

"I…I love him."

Vegeta laid the Dim Sum, rice, Yakitori Chicken and Egg rolls out on the table with a pitcher of lemonade. He sighed to himself as he glanced around the kitchen. It was strange. A little over a month ago, he had moved in with the gentle Saiyan and barely a week later, the house felt like a home. That was one of the many things he loved about living with Goku. The fact that the house was made from nature with wooden floors and walls and that he was surrounded by nature that reminded him of his home.

But the main reason why I'm here is because of Kakarot. He thought. Kuso! How I care for that yaro! I wonder if he knows how weak in the knees I go when I catch a whiff of his musky, masculine scent…which just so happens to be twenty-four-seven. A foolish grin found its way to his face and his found he was battling to get rid of it. Mattaku! If only you could hear what I'm thinking now Kakarot, will you understand why I stare at you like I do. When we go to our rooms to sleep, I stare longingly at your room in the hopes that you will let me sleep there. Even if you are just being friendly about it. But Vegeta knew it wasn't friendship he wanted from the third class. He wanted more. So much more. I want to be loved! I want TO love! I want romance, passion, and undivided attention! He gave a wistful sigh. Kami-sama! What I would give just to feel those things from you, Kakarot! Of course, you'd get those in return from me, and much more! I'd give you all I have to give! I'd lay my life in your hands like I have so many times before, but this time, I'd lay my heart down with it! If I didn't love you as much as I do, would I even be here? Would I still be on this planet if I didn't truly care? Am I not worthy of you, Kakarot? Are all my efforts futile? Vegeta knew he was getting very emotional, but he couldn't help it. He felt as though his love for Goku was going to kill him if he didn't tell him how much he meant to him soon. But he really didn't know how Goku would take this information. On Vegeta-sei, it was pretty much normal to see males mating with males and females mating with females. There was nothing wrong with it, as they were happy couples and the only arguments they had was over small, trivial things. But here on Earth, it was not natural. He had seen many ningen's reactions to homosexuality, and he knew his heart couldn't take it if Goku rejected him.

"Kakarot," he whimpered as a crystal tear streaked down the side of his face. "Please, give me sign…something…anything!!" More tears began to follow the single one and soon there were little rivulets running down the sides of his gentle face. "Please, tenshi no sora, tell me you feel the same way. Life won't be worth living if it you don't…" Vegeta wished he could tell Goku, but because he was scared of being pushed away by the only comfort he had ever had in his entire hell of a life, he hid it away. Damn hormones! He added as an after thought.

Finally, once he got his tears under control, he called Goku.

"Kakarot!" he called. "Lunch is ready!"

Goku sat opposite Vegeta, watching as Vegeta ate sullenly. He knew something was up with him, as the fiery ouji normally ate at a fast, but neat, pace. This pace was still neat, but rather loose and slow. It was though he was mourning over something. Goku was very worried. He never knew Vegeta to ever get depressed. But here he was, a sad look in his eyes. Goku felt a terrible pang in his heart. He couldn't stand it!

Placing his chopsticks down, he got up and walked over to Vegeta's side of the table. Vegeta was so spaced out, he didn't even know Goku was standing right next to him until he put his hand on his shoulder. Huge obsidian eyes lined with tears and swimming with some form of pain glanced nervously into Goku's own pair of night orbs. He almost gasped out at the sorrowful emotions Vegeta was revealing, but managed to keep it down and instead ask what he wanted.

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Vegeta stared back with wide eyes, chopsticks caught in his mouth as he stared up at the source of his mourning.

You will never love me the way in which I love you, that's what. He thought sadly, but instead said, "There is nothing wrong with me." He tried to look away, but Goku gripped his chin and turned his face to look at him.

"Uso!" he said, somewhat fiercely. "There's something wrong, Vegeta. I can see it! Please don't lie to me." Vegeta stared back. He didn't know what to say. Well, he knew what he wanted to say, but he didn't want to frighten the only source of affection away. "Please, you know you can tell me anything. What's wrong?" Vegeta wanted to so much thrown himself into Goku's arms, but he didn't want it to be out of mere friendship or duty. And the fact that Goku would only do something like this because he did it to everyone only made Vegeta feel a hell of a lot worse.

"If I could, I would," he said, his lower lip beginning to quiver. "But you don't feel the same as I do for you, Kakarot. If I told you, you'd hate me. And I could never live like that. Not when I…I…l…" Vegeta stuttered. He couldn't say it! He just couldn't! He wrenched himself from Goku's touch and ran from the room, tears streaming down his eyes.

Damn, fucking hormones!

Goku stared at the empty doorway in which Vegeta ran through. He always knew Vegeta was a fiery and passionate man, but this? Vegeta appeared to be the essence of life itself.

What could have possibly upset Vegeta so? He wondered. But then, when he went over what Vegeta had said, his mind stopped at that one last bit.

"But you don't feel the same as I do for you, Kakarot. If I told you, you'd hate me. And I could never live like that. Not when I…I…l…"

Kami-sama…Goku thought. He…he…he DOES love me! Goku had never been so happy in his entire life. Vegeta loved him! And he loved Vegeta! The happy smile on his face faded as he realised that was why Vegeta was so upset. Vegeta doesn't know that I love him too. Goku had half a mind to just walk up to Vegeta and tell him straight out just how much he loved Vegeta, but at the back of his mind, whatever little Saiyan instincts he had told him to plan differently. He grinned a very Saiyan grin as his mind formulated the perfect plan.

Yes! This way, Vegeta will truly realise how much I love him. He grinned, not paying any attention to the food, which was now getting cold. And Goten will be out of the picture!

Goku looked around the living room, checking to see if Vegeta was there or not. He spotted his ouji sitting on the couch, sketching something that appeared to be a broken heart. On seeing this, Goku's own heart ached, but he suppressed the pain and instead carried on with his plan.

"Hey, Vegeta," he asked softly as he put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. But I want to make it up to you." Vegeta may not have looked up, but he stopped drawing to show that he was listening. Same old Vegeta, Goku thought happily. 'I want to know if you could please teach me how to paint?" He felt Vegeta's disappointment as his shoulders went down, signaling that was not what he wanted to hear. But you'll hear it later on, he promised. "Onegai?" Vegeta sighed as he remained facing away from Goku.

"Fine, I'll teach you how to paint." He said in a flat tone. Goku nodded. He knew that he shouldn't push Vegeta, as he wanted Vegeta to be pleasantly surprised.

"Great! Can you meet me in my room tonight at say…midnight?" Vegeta frowned at this request, but agreed to it nevertheless. "Great!" Goku grinned to himself.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Vegeta walked down the stairs, dressed in nothing but his blood red and black silk pajamas. He found that they were rather snug and they kept him nice and warm in the cool night air. And at midnight, it was rather chilly.

Earlier that evening, he had berated himself for acting the way he did…crying and almost letting the truth slip out. It was because he was at the peak of his cycle, and his hormones were making him act so strange.

Dammit! I should know better! This only comes twice a year, but when it comes, it hits hard! And now that I'm living with the object of my desires…that just makes things worse! Vegeta walked through the kitchen and into the living room, all the while thinking it strange that Goku didn't want him to bring his paints or paper. And at midnight! I wonder what is going on in his head? But before Vegeta entered the room, he was stopped by the tall, burly, Earth-raised Saiyan standing in his way.

"Hold it, Vegeta." He said coyly. "I just want to go over a few things before we start." Vegeta looked up and nodded, crossing his arms as he stared intently. "Firstly, you are going to be my subject. I'm going to paint you. Secondly, I have prepared the room in such a way, I don't to have you looking around."

"I won't do that," Vegeta assured him. "I know I'll only spoil your painting if I do."

"Even so, I want you to put this on now." Vegeta stared at the black silk scarf sitting in Goku's hand. At first, he wanted to yell at the low third class and tell him that he could totally forget about tonight as he wasn't putting the blindfold on, but something else, some gut feeling, told him to. Hesitantly, he turned around and allowed Goku to tie the scarf around his eyes. "Can you see anything?"

"Iie."

"Are you sure?"

"Hai."

"Honto ni?"

"For fuck's sake, Kakarot! I can't see Jack-shit!" Vegeta yelled. Truth was, Vegeta felt very nervous. And that was just the reaction Goku wanted to give him the go ahead. He took Vegeta's hand and led him inside the room.

Almost instantly, Vegeta's nose was hit by a strong scent that smelt like some sort of flower. He could also smell chocolate, honey and strawberries. He silently wondered what Goku would be doing with food in his room when he reminded himself that Goku would most likely snack while he worked.

Typical. He snorted to himself. But he could feel that there were other changes in the room. Like the temperature, it was cool, but not cold. It held a hint of warmth to it. And the lighting, he could tell by the feel on his skin that it was dim and not bright. What is Kakarot up to?

"Hora, Vegeta," Vegeta lifted his head up in Goku's direction. "Could you please take your clothes off? I want you to lie on the bed." Vegeta felt a knot tie in his stomach, but he mentally chastised himself for thinking that Goku would ever do that to him.

Well, I can wish… Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Vegeta wriggled his way out of his loose red and black pajamas, totally unaware, due to the blindfold, just how much he was arousing Goku. Goku stared at Vegeta as he undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing toffee-tanned skin, one at a time.

Oh my God! He thought as he got a hard on. It's almost like Vegeta's stripping for me…Kami! Don't stop! Goku oogled on as Vegeta slid the silky black pants down, just pushing them past his narrow hips before they fell down and pooled at his feet. Goku was a little disappointed when he saw that Vegeta had black boxers on, but in the end, he remembered that it really didn't matter. He watched as Vegeta slowly felt around for the bed, his hand finally finding the white-cottoned sheets. Goku's erection raised even more as Vegeta prowled on the bed, seeking out the pillows so he could rest his head. What a fine piece of ass… Goku quickly shook his head as he remembered his plans. Right, now that Vegeta's on my bed…time to put this plan into action! Goku walked over to the cupboard and gathered up four special items. Carefully, not to rouse Vegeta's suspicion, he walked over to Vegeta's right hand side of the bed.

"Vegeta?"

"Hmm?"

~Clank~

Vegeta felt something cold and metallic clamp around his right wrist.

"What the fuck…"

~Clank~

The same cold and metallic something clamped down on his left wrist. Vegeta growled as he tried to pull on them, but couldn't get away! He was chained to the bed! He knew what these were…

~Clank~Clank~

"FUCK!" he swore as he legs were restrained to the bed as well. Fucking ki restraints! "Kakarot! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Vegeta struggled fruitlessly against the cuffs and chains that kept him strapped down to the bed. He growled and silently cursed himself for not being aware with what the burly Saiyan really wanted. As of now, he still didn't know. Feh! He snorted. All he wanted to do was paint me…baka no ouji!! "Kakarot!!" he yelled even louder, obviously upset that Goku had betrayed their friendship. "Where the fuck are you?!"

"Right here, ouji." He answered smoothly. Goku was standing over Vegeta, clad now in only his white boxers and holding two jars, two brushes and a patter of fruit.

"You said you were going to paint me, baka!"

"Oh, but I am." He said as he licked off some of the honey that managed to get onto his fingers, thinking all the while how much better it would taste if it only came from Vegeta.

"Then why have you chained me to your bed…" Vegeta paused as he got the meaning. Kakarot isn't going to…he doesn't feel the same way! Does he? Those thoughts were lost as Goku leant down and whispered very huskily into Vegeta's ear.

"I wouldn't want my canvas to move around, now would I?"

"N…nani?"

"Mmph." A puff of hot air tickled the shell of his ear as Goku leaned in even closer. "I said I was going to paint you, didn't I?"

"H…hai," he said answered. "But…what are you going to paint me with?"

"Oh, I've got some of my own paints right here." He said.

Vegeta tried to keep himself from shaking, but only managed to keep it down to a slight shiver. But that control was lost as something hot and wet found its way around the shell of his ear.

[AN: This is where our non-lemony friends say goodbye. The next bit is lemon so read at your own risk. This note did not appear between the fic. ;p]

"Ohh!" he gasped and panted, every nerve trembling with excitement as Goku's tongue explored every delicate curve and line of his ear. He gasped even louder as his lobe was taken into a hot, moist cavern and suckled. Goku grinned against Vegeta's ear as he heard him gasp and groan in pleasure, enjoying every single noise his ouji was making. He could feel Vegeta's smaller frame shaking, and the gnawing urge to reduce him to a mass of trembling limbs became unbearable.

An uncharacteristic smirk found its way to his lips as he pulled away from the soft lobe, pulling a disappointed moan as well.

"Hush, baby," he whispered as he moved to straddle Vegeta's waist, taking a jar and thin brush in his hand. "Work first, play later." More like tease now, fuck later! He added as an after thought.

Vegeta's shivering increased as he felt hard, thinly clothed flesh press against his lower stomach. But all his self-control, trying to keep his moans of pleasure to a minimum, flew into the wind as he felt something wet and sticky trace its way around his lips. It wasn't Goku's tongue, as it was cold and it felt more like brush bristles tickling his lips. Gingerly, he stuck his tongue out and lapped up some of the sticky substance. It was sweet and slick, and tasted very, very familiar. But as he stuck out his tongue again to get a better taste, he felt two fingers press to his lips.

"Uh uh, 'Geta," he purred as he begun to gently kiss his cheek and area close to his mouth. "You can't eat my paints," he kissed him again. "Only I can."

"Ka…Kakarot!!" Vegeta cried out. He never knew that Goku could be such a tease! He could feel those petal soft lips gently kissing his skin, as well as a slick tongue that sometimes lapped at his skin. His mouth was so close! Yet, so far. He needed it, even if it was just once…

As soon as he felt a hot breath tickling his lips, he knew that Goku was right above him. Gingerly, as though he as expecting some form of punishment, he lifted his head up and placed his lips firmly on Goku's.

For a brief moment, Goku stopped all his actions as he watched and felt Vegeta slowly drag his tongue over his bottom lip, lapping up the honey that got transferred from his lips. He knew he shouldn't, it wasn't part of what he planned. But he needed to relieve himself…

Without another thought, he plunged his tongue into Vegeta's mouth and ravished him. Vegeta replied with just as much passion, forcing his head up so they could both explore deeper, even though Goku already had his head pinned down to the mattress. They teased, they stroked, they tasted all the sweet spots that weren't honey and more.

Just before Goku completely lost himself, he pulled back, panting. He knew he lost control for a moment there.

Shimatta! And it appeared that he would never be able to relieve himself from the gnawing in his gut until he was taking his pleasure in Vegeta. Even though that seemed ages away, Goku knew that it would come. Right now, thought, I'm going to torture Vegeta; make him beg, scream and moan my name!

"Ka…karot!" Vegeta gasped as he blindly searched for Goku's hot lips, honey smeared all around his own. "Onegai…more!!" he way he said almost made Goku comply, but he quickly reminded himself that his way was far better, and that soon, he'd relieve his poor, writhing ouji from his distress.

"Naughty, naughty ouji," he crooned as he lapped at Vegeta's neck. Vegeta gasped and twitched, trying to twist himself out of Goku's grasp. "I told you: Work first, play later."

"Kakarot!!" Goku ignored the cry from the luscious lips of Vegeta as he trailed a honey-coated brush down the far corner of Vegeta's mouth, down his chin and down his throat.

All forms of protest Vegeta had were lost as Goku continued to work his magic, exchanging between the honey and chocolate jars, adding a strawberry here and there. Vegeta's worst enemy was when Goku went to replenish the 'paint', as he would have to wait, body tense and prepared for wherever Goku dropped the brush.

"Nyaah!" he yelped as his boxers were ripped off and something cold and sticky was poured into the hollows of his hips. He wanted this torture to stop! Either Goku gives it to him or he doesn't…either way, Vegeta didn't like where he was. It was like sitting at the halfway mark. He wasn't completely in the land of bliss but then he wasn't completely on Earth either. "Bakayaro!" his cursed came out a breathy moan, much to his distress. He heard Goku chuckle lightly anfhat only served to arouse him even more than he was now.

Finally, Goku had finished painting Vegeta. Placing the jars, brushes and the empty platter on the bedside table, he looked at his piece of 'art'. Vegeta was lying on the bed, coating in a thin film of sweat, which made him glow in the dim light. The trails of honey and chocolate shone in the light; highlighting the paths Goku could take to Vegeta's manhood and back, strawberry treats decorating the paths. Leaning over Vegeta so that he wasn't touching him, he whispered huskily.

"Do you want it?"

"YES!" came Vegeta's immediate reply. Goku smirked as he lowered himself down to Vegeta's chest.

"Very well, my ouji."

Slowly, he licked the honey path, circling around one pert nipple before sucking on it. Vegeta's shakes increased and Goku was forced to leave the puckered nub before Vegeta went insane. He carried on with his honey trail, now and again munching on the strawberry treats that sat in the middle of his path, the juice dribbling down the sides of his mouth and onto Vegeta's skin. He licked the mess up, tongue sliding ever so slowly over Vegeta's cinnamony flavored skin.

He dipped his tongue into Vegeta's navel, only to have the prince buck his hips against Goku's own. Goku was delighted that Vegeta was enjoying the attention, but was distressed that if Vegeta did that again, he would just say 'fuck you' to his plan and just screw Vegeta senseless. Finally, Goku went ever lower and dipped his tongue into pools of honey gather in the hollows of Vegeta's hipbones.

"KA…mi-saMA!!!" Vegeta moaned. "On…E…gaiiiEEEEEEEE!!!!" he pleaded. Goku grinned, his own length getting harder at the moans Vegeta was giving off.

Don't worry, Vegeta, he assured the prince. I'll be there in just a moment. Goku traced his tongue over the head of Vegeta's manhood and was rewarded when he heard the shrill gasp and pant of the form beneath him. He chuckled against the member, causing vibrations of pleasure to shoot up Vegeta's spine as he tried to buck his hips, a silent plea for more. Goku took note of this and even though he pinned Vegeta's hips down, he took Vegeta's whole length in and started to suck.

"OOOOOHHHHH GODDD!!!" Vegeta wailed as he struggled against the chains that held him down. He wanted to touch Goku so much! He wanted to grasp the other's hair and keep him there until he had found his release. But the magic Goku was performing made him moan and twitch and leak, almost forgetting the fact that he was chained to the bed. He may not have been able to see what Goku was doing, but good God almighty! He could feel everything! The roughness of the back of Goku's throat as his tip touched it. The smooth, wet, hot slickness of the flat of his tongue and the ridges in the roof of his mouth. "UNNNNNNN…KAKAROT!!!!"

Goku pulled away just in time, before Vegeta found his release. Vegeta cried out in despair but was silenced when he felt Goku's tongue trace a new pattern back up his chest, lapping up more of the juice that happened to splatter on his skin.

Finally, when Goku was back at the corner of Vegeta's mouth, he lowered himself completely on Vegeta.

"Do want this Vegeta?" he asked as he rubbed himself sensually on Vegeta's lower abs. "Hmm?"

"Oh…kami!" Vegeta panted.

"Well?" Goku may not have gotten a reply, but a nod was all he needed from the shaking form to continue.  Goku traced his fingers over Vegeta's soft lips as gasped softly as they were captured by a cunning tongue and sucked. Once they were well coated with saliva, Vegeta released them, allowing Goku to ready his passage.

I've only ever done it once… he thought to himself. This is my second time… But that was the last thought he had, as soon as Goku's fingers had entered, Vegeta found himself arching his back and see bright white sparks flash before his eyes. Goku smirked as he found Vegeta's pleasure spot and began to stroke it for all it was worth…which was a lot.

"Ka…ka…KAKAROT!!" Vegeta cried out in desperation. "I…I…need you…NOW!!" Goku was planning on torturing Vegeta a little bit more, but at that last sentence, all his self-control was erased from his mind.

Ripping off his boxers, he slowly pushed himself against Vegeta's passage before plunging all the way in.

"Oh…my…GOD!!" he whimpered as he struggled to keep himself up. Vegeta was so tight! So fucking hot and tight! Goku had never felt anything this wonderful…this…this pleasurable in his entire life! Taking in deep breaths, he lifted a shaking hand to Vegeta's blindfold and took it off to reveal a half-lidded ouji. "V…Vegeta…" he whispered shakily. Vegeta slowly fluttered his eyes open as he gazed longingly at the burly Saiyan. Goku kissed his lips and the kiss was returned with much force and passion. He pulled back and lowered his hand to unlock the cuffs around Vegeta's ankles.

"Aishiteru, Kakarotto-kun." Vegeta whispered hoarsely as he wrapped his legs tightly around Goku's waist, pulling him in a little deeper. Goku stared at his ouji with tears in his eyes.

"A…Aishiterumo, Gaka no Ouji." He whispered as he planted a soft kiss on Vegeta's head.

Slowly, he pulled out of Vegeta before diving back in. Vegeta shrieked with pleasure as his inner walls were rubbed. Goku found the heat so addictive; he could not help but pound back into his ouji, again and again. Vegeta squirmed and moaned. He knew he was about to reach his climax, he could feel it. But he felt something far more important than the peak of sex. He felt love, honor and respect for the third class baka.

MY third class baka… he thought. "UNNNNNN…KA…KA…KAKAROOOOOOOOTTT!!!" he screamed as he came, his creamy seed splattering all over Goku's stomach.

"VEGEEETAAAAAAAA!!!!" Goku screamed as loud as he came inside the ouji. MY ouji…he thought before he collapsed on top of his new mate.

Pulling out, Goku took off the ki restraints around Vegeta's wrists before pulling the sheets up over them both. Vegeta was too tired to move much, so he just settled to snuggling up in the arms of his new mate.

Kakarot…he thought as he drifted to sleep. Thank you…

Red: Hora, hora peeps! Dun go away, cuz there's gonna be more drama and action coming up!