Saiyan Jabs

Author: Edward Tudor

Rating: K+ to M

Warnings: Yaoi, homosexuality, m-preg, AU, crossdressing, etc, etc; you HAVE been warned

Summary: Quick one-shot stories randomly written prompted by one word. Goku/Vegeta only (seme/uke)

Fan

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He wandered through the late night of Tokyo; wandering through seedy alleyways and past sketchy looking characters. But Goku didn't have a fear in the world. He had no need to. No one who was a yakuza needed to fear any lowlife scum that was looking for a quick pocket to rob.

He made a few more turns before coming to the entrance of a rundown hotel. It wasn't a bad looking place (he had certainly seen better) but it wasn't the worst the slums had to offer. If anything, it was quite upmarket as things went. Besides, in such an area, anonymity was a given so a yakuza down here looking for a quick fuck was as nameless and faceless as the salaryman shooting himself up next to a dumpster.

He took one look at the bright neon lights, Orange Star, before taking one last puff of his cigarette and throwing it to the floor. He always walked up the stairs because he never trusted the old, rickety elevator and it would not do to keep his 'mistress' waiting.

His heart slowly started to pick up the pace the closer he got to the fifth floor, and it had nothing to do with exertion. Every time he came to Orange Star and climbed the stairs to door no.57, his heart would race, his palms would tingle and sweat and he would suddenly feel very jumpy and nervous. Which was very odd for a man who had killed in cold blood before, but it happened every time, and he was starting to understand why.

Rustling with the keys, the lock gave a click and he opened the door to find a very beautiful man lying on traditional tatami floors, fanning himself as he drank a beer. Breathe hitching at the sight, he quickly slipped in before anyone came by and locked the door behind him.

The man on the floor didn't turn to face him as he walked in, even though the sound of the lock could be clearly heard in noise of the Tokyo night. He merely lay on his side, looking out the window, back facing Goku and dressed in nothing but a traditional geisha kimono with the low-dripping collar. He took another sip of his beer, the paper fan never ceasing in its hypnotising wave, before finally turning to the other man. He gave a red lip-stick smile.

"Okairi, anata," he crooned huskily. Goku could barely restrain the lusty growl that rumbled in his throat.

"Have you been waiting long, Vegeta?"

"Not very," he admitted, getting up. "It was quite busy at work this evening."

"Ah."

Without anything else to say for the moment, Goku took a few steps forward and drew Vegeta into a vicious kiss. He groaned as the man, beer and fan still in hand, returned the kiss just as passionately; pressing up against him as Goku held on tightly to his waist. He could feel the waxiness of his red lipstick staining his face, but he didn't care. With each curl of tongue, he could taste Vegeta even better. He was drowning in him, and he only just kissed him!

Vegeta pulled back with only a thread of saliva connected to their lips. He stared up at him and Goku could feel himself harden and twitch in his pants. Vegeta looked absolutely delicious; his kimono was a rich purple, green and gold and he still had a few shimmering hair ornaments he had forgotten to take out. He looked down and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Butterflies for the evening, Vegeta?" he questioned, lifting the blue and white butterfly fan from his hands.

"I wanted something to compliment the outfit," he said, breathlessly which, in turn, made Goku harder than equally breathless. "Although, something makes me think I won't be needing either for much longer, hmm?"

"Well, you might need the fan. Coz things are definitely going to get hotter." Vegeta grinned and seductively bit his lower hip before rubbing his naked hardened arousal against Goku's clothed one. He bit back a moan of pleasure as Vegeta wrapped his arms over his shoulders.

"Promise?"

That was it. He slammed his mouth to Vegeta's, both of them stumbling as they made their way to the bedroom. Before hitting the bed, Goku made sure Vegeta's pretty kimono was off. It wasn't that he couldn't afford a new one for his pretty mistress, but rather that he didn't want to carelessly break the beautiful ones he owned now. Kimono safely out of harms way, he pushed the smaller man to the bed, watching as dark eyes gazed smoulderingly up at him. His length gave another twitch and he pounced, kissing the daylights out of the man below him.

His hands wandered over the soft skin as he divested himself of his clothing. Vegeta made a small noise of protest and he moved to try and help, but Goku wasn't having any of it. He tweaked a rosy nipple, effectively drawing a husky moan from his throat and watching as he his back arced like a nymph. Vegeta's skin was so soft; a silk coat to hard muscles. Goku watched, eyes dilated and blood rushing deafeningly through his ears, as Vegeta whined, keened and writhed so sensually on the silk sheets, responding to every touch and caress.

Quick to get his foreplay over before his partner tried to turn on him, he grabbed the jar of lube and slicked up two of his fingers. Vegeta spread his legs in understanding; smirking a bit as precum drooled down the tip of Goku's erection in response to the offering. As gently as possible, he inserted one finger. Vegeta squeeze tightly around him despite sucking him in and accepting him. Vegeta was always tight, no matter how many times they did it. It wasn't that he had to stretch him, but rather that he liked to.

He added the second finger and watched as Vegeta started babbling incoherently. He loved watching this. He loved watching the normally cool and controlled hostess loose himself to the pleasure that only he could give him.

"Did anyone try to touch you?" he growled, the thought suddenly occurring to him.

"A…ahmm…few…" he mumbled. "B-but…oh! They weren't…weren't serious…oh dear god…they w-were drunk…hahh…"

"They still shouldn't have. You're mine!"

"It's okay," Vegeta smiled at him and even though he was pumping two of his fingers into his entrance that had him still fidgeting, Vegeta held his face in his hands as he looked seriously up at him. "I'm yours. No one will ever take me from you and I will never leave you for anyone else, no matter what they may offer."

Goku stared in awe at the man before him. Was it that obvious he had fallen for him?

Goku had met Vegeta when he thought he was a she. Vegeta worked as a hostess at a bar and was incredibly popular. He only wore traditional garb and he never left with anyone or allowed any of the clients to get too close. Not even the yakuza was an exception, as Brolly found out when he was casually brushed off by the beauty.

Goku, however, had drunkenly stumbled upon his secret and was shocked to find that the beautiful and illusive Vega was really a man in disguise! Really, it was just him drunkenly groping his privates, but that was enough for him.

Vegeta had begged him not to tell anyone, and even agreed to sleep with him if he kept mum. More than a little soused on sake, he agreed. At first, he thought it was a mistake, but after all the guys cheered him on because of smears of lipstick on his collar and the linger of expensive perfume wafting from his jacket, he realised it may be a solution to his own problems. He called up Vegeta to next night, proposing that he become his 'mistress'. That way, the other members of the gang would stop trying to set him up with pretty girls' who were really leeches in disguise. Vegeta readily agreed, seeing as he could use his name to prevent any other would-be suitors from coming on to him and discovering his gender.

They could have left it at that, but they didn't. Instead, Goku visited Vegeta every opportunity he could get. At first, it was gradual. The sex was brilliant and Vegeta was consenting, so there was no reason to say no. But after a while, he realised that not only was the sex amazing, was so was the company. Vegeta had a brilliant mind and could make him laugh. He could talk to him about anything, he could be soothed by the man after a hard day and he could just as easily be chastised like a five year old boy and he would take it!

It was only after a heavy argument and a heartfelt make up that Goku realised that he was in too deep. Getting angry at Vegeta didn't spark anything except hurt and regret and their making up brought up great amounts of relief!

He had fallen for the beautiful crossdresser and he had fallen hard. He only hoped the other man didn't find out because he was a yakuza, and yakuza never made such mistakes!

Until now.

"Oh, gods yes! Yes! Yes! Ooooh…harder, Goku! Harder!" Goku rumbled deeply in his chest as he slammed his hips harder, listening to the other man cry out in pleasure. He watched as he thick length disappeared and reappeared into Vegeta's greedy body and ran his hands all over his hips and lower back. Gods, did the man really know what he did to him?

Pulling out, he quickly turned Vegeta into his back, smirking as he watched the confused look melt back into ecstasy as he slipped back into him. Sweaty arms came up to clasp his shoulders and dark hooded eyes stared longingly into his own. Goku peppered his face with kisses, thrusting harder as he neared his end. Vegeta was now sobbing with pleasure and he could feel his channel spasming harder than his first two orgasms. Goku loved to make him come a lot, because Vegeta always made his orgasms mind-blowing; it was the only way he could be sure he did the same for him.

"Ooh, Go-Goku! Goku!" he shrieked, voice climbing with his impending release.

"Oh god, I love you, Vegeta," he groaned, not caring what came from his mouth that moment. "I love you!"

With a primal shriek, Vegeta came, spreading his warmth across both their chests and stomachs. Goku grunted, neck muscles chorded and bulging as he forced himself a few more times into the restricting channel before exploding with a shout. He could feel himself pouring into him and the velvet walls helped to milk every last drop of his seed.

He collapsed on him, making sure to fall a little to the side so he wouldn't smother his lover. Both lay in the quiet, hearing nothing but the pounding of their hearts and the blood rushing through their ears.

Goku lay as still as he could. He couldn't believe what he just said. He just handed his heart over to someone who could easily use it to tear him apart! It wasn't that he didn't know Vegeta, but rather that he didn't know him well enough to trust him. And there he had gone and blurted out something that would either be used against him or make the rest of the partnership extremely uncomfortable.

He was incredibly surprised, then, when he felt the other man plant a firm kiss on his cheek. He turned to see Vegeta, flushed, sweaty and still panting, but looking brighter and much happier than he ever recalled seeing him before. He looked radiant and beautiful and…

"I love you, too, Goku." He panted.

Stunned, Goku didn't know what to do until Vegeta moved him off him and spooned into him. Goku was still stunned when the man picked up his fan and started fanning the both of them, as though the confession never happened. But he was positively glowing with happiness, so maybe it was all just Goku. Maybe this strange feeling was because he was expecting to feel weird and it actually felt…normal.

Sighing, Goku cuddled into Vegeta's back, intent on thinking about it more clearly. But later. For now, he was going to bask in the glow of his lover and the hope that the returned feelings were sincere.

AN: still awake and still loaded with shochuu.