Rock Your World

Part 10:2 – Forgiveness

"So," I said slowly, crossing the small distance between us so that I was directly behind the prince, "While we happen to be alone in my house; and since you're so hot and single right now," I had to admire my own nerve; I'd never expected those words to leave my mouth, or even to leave the sanctity of my own mind, "Would you like to play a little game?"

In that moment, I didn't care that Gohan and Trunks didn't accept Vegeta and I being together, I didn't care that I'd beat myself up over nothing for over a month, I didn't even care that I had little or no experience in this regard; I only cared about replacing a bad memory with a good one. Enjoying this moment alone with my prince.

Vegeta stiffened as my hand trailed a gossamer, seductive path down his spine to the end of his tail, his breathing instantly became a bit heavier. I stroked the soft fur again and a tremor ran through his body as if he was having a hard time standing straight.

"What k-kind of game, Kakarot?" I latched on to the hitch in his voice like a predator pouncing on its prey, I had a sudden, carnal desire to find out what kind of sounds I could draw from the prince.

"The rules are simple," I whispered, letting him collapse on the couch, sprawled with me slightly on top of him, spidering gentle hands down his shoulders and arms, "I want to learn…" one hand slipped under the fabric of his shirt collar to touch his chest, "a little more about you… a lot more," I corrected as the hand slid down to his chiseled abs, "And if you let me, you'll end up with significantly less clothing than you have now…"

I didn't know where this confidence was coming from; it was cocky, bordering on careless. I didn't know whether I should question it, or back off completely and apologize for my boldness, but it suddenly occurred to me that the prince could have protested at any time, yet he let my hands continue their gentle torture.

Vegeta's breath caught again and he replied slowly, as if trying to keep hold of his tight rein of control, "I…I th-think I could learn to like… that game,"

I could almost read his thoughts written on his face; 'make me forget, help me forgive…'

I leaned over him slightly, his eyes locked onto mine; questioning, hesitant, but eager. I took that and his panted words as a 'yes' and pressed my lips against his, thinking wildly that I might very well explode from the very taste, the heat. How could I play this game when I nearly combusted from sensory overload just by kissing the prince? I broke away for a second to say quietly,

"Well then, my prince… let's begin."

I stole his reply by devouring his mouth, pausing to check his willingness before plunging inside with my tongue, drowning in the fire of his taste, in his soft moan of pleasure that vibrated against my lips and teeth. His tongue wrestled with mine, his teeth gnashing, almost animalistic in his ferocity, demanding more; tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing me to bend lower, to give what I willingly supplied; more sensation, more contact, more heat. He caught my lower lip between his teeth and gave it a gentle bite, grazing the soft flesh and pulling away reluctantly, his eyes meeting mine again. I studied his flushed face; lips slightly parted, hair slightly disheveled, gaze dark with desire.

"Beautiful," I whispered, cupping his cheek in my hand. He shivered at the touch, his tail wrapping around my wrist.

"Please, Kakarot," he panted, "more,"

I smirked, "You asked for it,"

I captured his willing mouth again, this time letting him explore inside my own with his teeth and tongue. His tail tightened on my wrist when my free hand found the waist of his jeans, fingers tormenting the sensitive flesh of his hips and lower abdomen. I resisted the urge to just shred the pants and throw them aside; instead gently slipping them down a notch so they rode low on the prince's thighs, my hand sliding lower to brush against his fabric-covered arousal and the wisp of exposed velvet above. Vegeta moaned and arched against my hand, his tongue still torturing my lips. I could barely keep myself breathing, let alone keep moving without shaking uncontrollably the way my muscles demanded. The scent of the prince was an aphrodisiac, and I breathed it in as if it were the only reason to keep inhaling at all. A string of song lyrics teased my mind, but I didn't allow them to fully form; I didn't have the time or desire to write a new song right now. Not with the prince sprawled beneath me like this.

"More," Vegeta groaned again, "Oh gods, more!" He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body lower over his so that our chests were pressed together, his hardness grinding against my midsection. My own arousal was already aching with need, but I forced myself to take it at least remotely slow, I wanted to remember this.

However I did obey his demand; sliding his jeans all the way off and discarding the clothing. He bucked against my hand, breath hitching, as I stroked his erection gently, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. He raised his arms over his head so that I could slip him out of his shirt and continue my path downward, kissing and licking, even nipping the sensitive skin of his collar and chest. I closed my eyes as my tongue found a nipple and he cried out suddenly, arching again into my hand. I committed every one of his sounds to memory, hoping I could later find fitting words to describe this. None came to mind now; I was a creature of sensation, only aware of my own desire and the obvious pleasure of the prince writhing below.

"Kakarrrrrot," Vegeta panted, I looked up; his expression was almost… amused.

"You've given me quite a lot of touching, don't you think?" I was amazed at how steady his voice was, I didn't think I could trust myself to speak at all, "Wouldn't you like me to give you some back?"

With that he flipped me over so that I was under him, pinning my hands between our chests, restricting much of my movement. His eyes glittered and he ripped my shirt down the middle. I gasped at the sensation of sweltering air hitting my suddenly bare chest. Vegeta smirked, leaning down and pinching one of my nipples between his teeth, circling the bud with his tongue until I thought I would pass out from his welcome torture. I had long since stopped thinking; I couldn't get enough air into my lungs, gasping like a landed fish as his tongue traced the crevices between sweat-soaked muscles. He took the waistband of my jeans in his teeth and slowly slid the clothing down, raking the side of my hip with his canines in a not-so-gentle but completely erotic action. He wasted no time destroying the pants with his fingernails; shredding the material so that they lay in ribbons around my legs. His tail feathered over my cock, teasingly, almost unbearably so. My eyelids fluttered closed, I was breathing raggedly, struggling and failing to keep from moaning aloud.

An honest-to-the-gods scream wracked my throat as he closed his lips over the tip of my erection, his tongue swirling around the head slowly. Gods, his mouth was like satin, his hands stroking my chest were like steel, and his scent, gods, his scent should be illegal. I was shivering, groaning and arching into his mouth as he took me to the root, sucking hard, purring, his tongue vibrating against my cock, tripling the sensory overload. Suddenly my mind went blank and I tensed, riding the peak of pleasure for a moment before I came with a cry of ecstasy. The prince swallowed with a purr, releasing my cock and looking up to gauge my reaction. I don't think I could have spoken if I did have the words to describe the pleasure I had just experienced, was still experiencing over and over in my mind, the very memory teasing me back to hardness. Vegeta waited patiently for me to regain my breath – or most of it, anyway, I couldn't seem to breathe without making my heart skip – before he captured my chin in his hand and trailed his fingers up to my lips. I acknowledged his invitation and took two of the digits in my mouth, slicking them with saliva before releasing them. The prince leered and pressed his lips to mine, letting me taste myself as well as his own fiery flavor. I knew he was distracting me from what he had to do next, but I didn't care. I sucked in a breath when his slick fingers circled my entrance, gently, watching me for any sign of discomfort. I kept reminding myself that he had waited for years; for almost a decade, he'd waited for me. Otherwise I don't think I could have quite convinced myself that it was Vegeta kissing me, Vegeta stroking my chest with one hand and tracing my entrance with the other. His tail twined with mine and he purred reassuringly – I still wasn't sure how he made that sound, it was like a motor in his chest, how did he do that? – before slipping one finger inside. I winced, only at the unfamiliarity, and he kissed me gently, promising with his mouth that he wouldn't hurt me. I believed him; amazing that it took me so long to believe that he meant me no harm, and after a few strokes, he slid a second finger in, thrusting a few times with both. I yelped as his fingers brushed against something sensitive, a bundle of nerves that had never been touched before, deep inside. He hesitated, pausing in his rhythm to look at me; probably afraid he'd caused me pain.

"Sorry," I panted, encouraging the prince with a brief kiss, "I've just never… felt that… before… feels… good…"

Reassured, Vegeta resumed his efforts, coiling his tail around my arousal to stroke me in time with his movement. I swear, every time he hit that spot I stopped breathing. I had no idea where he'd learned this, but I was grateful.

I almost protested as his fingers left, at the sudden emptiness, but then I felt the head of his cock press against me and I threw back my head with a groan as he seated himself to the hilt. I felt like I was burning from the inside, melting and scorching everything in me until I was just a puddle, and when he stole my breath with another kiss, I just about lost my mind. He was everywhere at once, his hands, his mouth, every inch of his skin was pressed against me, never causing anything but pleasure. He drew back so that only the head of his erection was still in me and thrust, hammering that same spot again and again, his tail stroking my arousal faster as he increased the pace. His tongue hit the roof of my mouth suddenly and he tipped back his head and howled his release, pouring himself into me. I couldn't stop myself and followed his climax with my own, my scream mingling with his as we rode the orgasm together. Then he collapsed on my chest, sucking in quick gasps of air, somehow purring at the same time, although the steady vibration was broken each time he inhaled. I lay still, panting, savoring the lingering pleasure that made everything from my fingers to the tip of my tail sing with ecstasy.

"Thank you," Vegeta whispered, "Thank you for this, Kakarot."

"Me? I… I should b-be thanking you," I huffed, stroking the prince's hair gently.

"You liked that?" he asked breathlessly, meeting my gaze with a smirk.

I knew he was teasing, so I played along.

"Oh, I don't know, Vegeta; it was okay, I guess…" I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at his falsely annoyed expression. I knew he didn't like my sarcasm, he said I sucked at it; couldn't keep a straight face to save my life.

He raised an eyebrow, still smirking.

"Gods, Vegeta, what do you think? I only just about passed out from sensory overload," I used those last two words a lot; they just described what I'd felt so perfectly, like I was feeling too much and yet it was never enough.

"Good," the prince smiled, nuzzling my neck with a sleepy purr, "Then let's get some sleep."

Truthfully, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but I didn't think it was a good idea to just fall asleep on the couch in broad daylight.

"Wouldn't you rather sleep in a real bed? After all if Goten came home from school right about now, I think we might have some explaining to do."

Exhausted or no, we both shared a hearty laugh at that.

TBC