This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need




Vegeta.


Just saying his names gives me chills.

It also ignites my loins.

I still cannot fathom how his name can do that to me. It's been far too long, not having him.

Not having his excruciatingly beautiful body next to mine, writhing in the throes of delirious ecstasy.

Oh gods...

I need him so much!



The sun was beginning to set over the horizon when Goku descended from the sky, leaving a thin line of ki in his wake. He landed on the front steps, opening the door and stepping inside. Slipping off his tennis sneakers, he noticed a small candy on the carpet. While bending down and scooping it up, unrapping it in the process, he spotted another, and yet another. Raising his head, the saiyajin caught sight of the trail of sweets and smiles, grabbing each and eating it as he followed along. They led him down the hallways, past several rooms and stopped at one of the guest rooms, which used to be Vegeta's old room when, long ago, they shared separate sleeping facilities. He wondered why Vegeta would leave all those yummy candies just laying around, and became highly curious about what his beautiful lover was up to.

Goku stood, and opened the door, when out of nowhere Vegeta swung down from the top of the doorway. Using his forward momentum, planted two feet into his mate's back, sending him crashing to the floor inside. The larger saiyajin groaned, tried to rise, when the prince tackled him, rolling them both over so that Goku was sprawled out on his backside, leaving the ouji to straddle his narrow waist. Goku's eyebrows rose in bewilderment, upon seeing the look on Vegeta's face. The slighter man's breath came much more laboured than his own, and his cheeks were flushed more so than he'd ever remember seeing. Staring into his eyes, Goku could barely detect Vegeta's dilated eyes. They were narrow, cunning as they darted across his muscular frame. Vegeta had pressed his hands down roughly against the other saiyajin's shoulders pinning him in place, making him gasp with the feral look that he wore at the moment. And only one thought could come to mind.

Heat.

Vegeta's in heat!!

And he just hunted me!

Goku's gasp of shock soon took to a moan and his prince leaned down, rubbing his cheeks agains his own, his growl of excitement beginning to make the larger saiyain feel more than a little hot in his clothes. He was afraid though, He had only been with Vegeta while the man was in heat only once before, and he was not half as far in as he was now. His head was shoved to the side by Vegeta's cheek as he began to slowly tear away his shirt at the front. Goku gulped as Vegeta's eyes grew very dark, as he suddently took a vicious bite at his nipple, sinking his teeth in quite far, the blood trickling down his chest.

"Ow! Vegeta!!" Goku yelled, "That hurt!" He sat up, but was shoved down roughly, flipped over onto his stomach, and had his shirt torn away. Goku groaned as he felt a hot tongue leaving warm heat down his back, skilled hands rubbing at his muscles. He felt his mate's hands go under him in an attempt to rid him of his pants, but after a few seconds and a grunt of frustration, felt as they were ripped from his body, along with his underwear. After a second tearing noise, Goku knew that Vegeta had rid himself of clothes as well, and that became painstakingly obvious when he came down on top of him, his hard arousal pressing against his inner thight.

"K-Kakarotto, I am... want you so badly..." Vegeta whispered in ear, running his hands up along Goku's arms, to smooth around his broad shoulders. He knew the ouji was fighting it, the heat, he knew he was fending it off with all his will and might. Vegeta did not want to lose control, as it was highly fragile at the moment. At any moment, he would lose is, and take the younger man beneath him in a savage and violent matter, taking him and claiming him as his own. At Vegeta's admission, Goku became fully aroused, and pushed back against Vegeta, whose concentration shattered into oblivion, and thrust inside the tight, awaiting Goku.



Goku's right eye cracked open, he yawned and stretched, feeling a sudden pain shoot his spine, the source of discomfort being his backside. Grinning, he rolled over to face his still sleeping mate, not wanting to awaken him after their previous excursions. It was then that he felt another pain, this time coming from his neck. As he raised fingers to his left shoulder, with slight pressure, he could feel a large bruise, the broken skin in the form of two crescents. Drawing his fingers away, he saw the dry blood on the tips of them.

After a moment of contemplation, the burly saiyajin could feel their bond strengthened, if that were even possible. It was slight, yet noticable to his keen senses, as his thoughts drifted to the previous night's activities. How his lover was simply transformed in the wake of his heat, how the once controlled and collective prince was now this ferocious, wild predator, beautiful embodiment of saiyajin strength.

Man, that was so intense, Goku thought to himself, reminded everytime he moved by the pain in his rear. He heard a slight noise come from the man in front of him, and his mouth became dry. It was then that he remembered. Heat lasted for at least two weeks!

Vegeta reached over and gathered the poor saiyajin to himself.



I can feel the blood rushing to fill my cheeks with color at the memory. I am already highly aroused, and if you were to even enter the room without taking notice of me, I'm sure you could pick it up in the air. The coldness of the leather couch has become nothing to my heating body.

Sitting up, I quickly head towards the bathroom to make quick work of my arousal. In the bathtub, as my hand comes down on myself, I can almost imagine it not being mine, but his. His incredible hand on me, easily sending me over the edge. As I look up, I can see the desire etched deeply into his clouded eyes, clouded with his lust for me. My eyes must be the same.

I hear him whisper words to me. All the dirty little secrets he posessed, of what he would do to me in the bedroom, how I would be begging his not to stop. Gods, I cannot think straight anymore. My thoughts are a swirl, making my head spin with wild emotions, as I come hard, screaming Vegeta's name. My kness quickly give way, and I sink to the bottom of the empy basin, my essence sticking to myself as well as the bathroom walls.

When will the day come when I am finally able to see Vegeta again?