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)
Aubergine
M
Every once in a while, Vegeta liked to cook. It was never much and it was always done when he knew there would be no one in Capsule Corp for most of the day, but it was something he liked to do. He knew already that for the whole day Trunks was out with Goten, Bulma was away in some 'company merging meeting' and Mr and Mrs Briefs had gone to a beach, which meant that today was the perfect day to make a little something for himself.
He had already been down to the market and bought quite a lot of vegetables. He was planning on making Mediterranean grilled vegetables with stuffed aubergines. Just thinking about it was making his mouth water!
Unfortunately, just as he opened the fridge to grab some sauces, a bottle of chocolate sauce toppled out and spilled right down his front.
"Dammit, Trunks!" he howled despite his son not being there. "I've told him time and time again to put them away properly! Now look at this mess!" Grumbling, he shed himself of his pants and shirt and cursed even more even he saw that his underwear was also soaked in the chocolate. He stripped himself naked before grabbing the simple brown apron and tying it on. He didn't mind being naked whilst cooking; if anything, he found it more convenient.
Quickly setting up, he grabbed the tomatoes, potatoes, squash and carrots and washed them clean before starting to cut them up. He was in the middle of cutting the carrots into thick slices when a very familiar flare of ki caught his attention. Vegeta growled and muttered under his breath as he turned to find Goku standing in the kitchen entrance and…staring at him?
"V-Ve…geta?" he croaked. Vegeta cocked a brow.
"What is it, Kakarot?" he ground out. He didn't like being stared at as though he had grown two heads.
"Umm…i-is…is…er…B-Bulma around?"
"No," he snapped, returning to slicing the carrots with quick movements. "She's out of the city and at some meeting. She won't be back today."
"O-oh…" he heard Goku mumbled. He frowned. He sounded a little…out of sorts.
The fool's probably looking at me like that because he didn't think I was capable of cooking. He thought sourly, chopping a little more vigorously. Well, screw him! Between the two of us I know I'm the better cook! Feeling a little less self-conscious, he picked up the aubergines and started to wash them under the tap. With glove free hands, he thoroughly rubbed the purple skin of the plant up and down; washing away all pesticides and dirt.
He was in the middle of washing the second one when a pair of hands firmly grasped his naked hips. Vegeta jolted; dropping the vegetable before growling and turning off the tap; ready to give the younger third class a tongue lashing for bothering him.
"Kakarot! What the hell is your problem?" He turned his head and stopped dead in his tirade. Goku was wearing an expression he had never seen before; like he was hungry and Vegeta looked like a tasty appetizer. "Ka-Kakarot, whu-"
"Why do you tease me so, Vegeta?" he purred, sending shivers down his spine.
"I-I'm not!" he sputtered indignantly.
"You are," he growled, thrusting his hips against Vegeta's. "Do you know how hard it is to control myself when you're naked with nothing but a little apron to cover yourself? How enticing you were when you were cutting and your sexy arse was jumping with every movement?" Vegeta's cheeks flushed as a pair of large calloused hands moved from his hips to grab his cheeks and knead them tenderly. "How teasing you were as you stroked that eggplant?" Vegeta opened his mouth to retort when he realized that his actions in cleaning the aubergine were a little like wanking.
Cheeks bright red and knees quivering from having a behemoth of a Saiyan behind him gently thrusting his clothed erection between his naked buttocks while lovingly fondly said buttock cheeks, Vegeta found he couldn't form a coherent sentence even if his very life depended on it! He never told anyone (he barely wanted to acknowledge it himself), but even though Vegeta was a very dominant person, there was nothing that turned him on more than to be dominated. And, right then, as Goku firmly tilted his head up so he could lick and suck on his neck, he was pushing all the right buttons.
"Ka-Kaka-rooot~" he keened softly as a firm mouth gently nibbled and lapped up and down the column of his neck. The hands that were fondling his arse slipped in different directions; one was tweaking his nipples under the apron whilst the other was teasing coaxing his cock to life through the apron.
Vegea's chest heaved and he could feel growing tightness in his lower half. His skin prickled with heat as he legs quivered with each teasing caress Goku gave to his now rock-hard cock. He wanted to demand that he pleasure him properly; that he stick his hand under there and do it right, but the possessive and dominant way Goku held him and way he was controlling him left him so light headed with pleasure and sent his nerves tingling that he didn't want to.
The pair of hot lips marking his neck was suddenly at his ear.
"I'm going to pleasure you, now," he whispered; hot breath caressing the shell of his ear. "I'm going to make you scream with such pleasure all you'll know at the end of it all is my name."
Vegeta's eyes widened and, though a small part of him was humiliated, a much larger part was enormously turned on and begged 'yes, yes, oh god, yes!'. His legs turned to jelly after Goku's declaration and he would've fallen down if it weren't for the pair of strong arms keeping him up.
From there, Goku hauled him over to the table in the middle of the room and threw him down on the top, causing a few bottles to topple over and others to fall onto the floor. Vegeta landed with a gasp (not that it hurt, but more out of a surprise) and looked up to see a very horny and feral third class Saiyan looking at him. Though Goku obviously looked like he wanted to devour him whole, he could also see a clear look of appreciation in his eyes and it made him that little more embarrassed.
"You're so beautiful, Vegeta," he growled as he swiftly pulled down the top half of the apron; ignoring Vegeta's terribly unmanly squeak of protest. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this. Spread out before me, beautiful, allowing me to pleasure you…"
If Vegeta wanted to say anything, it was dragged out his throat through an incoherent moan as Goku's skilled hands rubbed and massaged his chest and tweaked his tender nipples. By now he was so hard and his brain was pea-soup-fogged with lust that even if the option to say no was there, he wouldn't take it. Hell, if Goku suddenly decided to back off he'd chase the man down and seduce him into taking him! He wanted it that badly!
"Please," he whimpered, rather inarticulately. "Please…"
But Goku understood what he was asking for. With dilated pupils and nostrils flaring, he picked up a green bottle that fell over but had not toppled off the table. Vegeta gaze at it and was surprised that he could read Terran even through his lust addled mind. Olive oil? He hoped to hell that was lubricant enough!
Goku spun the cap off and liberally doused Vegeta's lower half with the oil. Vegeta's breath hitched as the cool liquid hit his hot arousal, but he released that breath as Goku started to stroke his cock. The oil gradually grew warmer and he swirled his hips as Goku's hands moved from his cock to his balls; adding more olive oil. He knew very well what was coming, but it still didn't prepare him for when a finger swirled around the rim of his entrance; teasing and spreading the oil. A sharp gasp and a low moan escaped his throat as the teasing finger finally breached him and slid deep within; generously laving his insides with oil.
"So long," he whined in his native Saiyan tongue. "Oh my god, has it been so long!" A low rumbling caught his attention and he jerked up to see Goku looking like he wanted to take him there and then. His erection was straining at the front of his orange gi and Vegeta didn't doubt that it was monstrously impressive considering how much space there must be in those pants!
"Say it again," he commanded, his voice rough and hard despite the gentle way he slipped a second finger into Vegeta. "Speak more like that." Later Vegeta would use the knowledge that speaking Saiyan turned Goku on, but there and then he simply nodded eagerly.
"Please, please, take me," he whispered, gasping and arching his back as Goku got a little more enthusiastic. "I haven't been with anyone like this in years! Take me! Pleasure me! Make me feel go-"
His 'dirty' talk was cut short when Goku, turned on so badly he could barely see straight, crashed his mouth to Vegeta's and viciously plundered him. But Vegeta answered in kind; even a little more eagerly as Goku's two fingers, from the way he was leaning over him, were now vigorously rubbing up against a particularly good spot. Their tongues messily rubbed and coiled together and Vegeta was loath to discover that if they continued any longer, the heat coiling tighter in his belly would explode and that would be the end of that!
"No, Kakarot, stop," he begged between kisses. "If you continue, I'll cum! I want to cum with you in me! Stop so you can cum in me! Stop!"
Goku instantly halted at the one word he recognized. For a mere moment, Vegeta was relieved that the younger man would stop and back away if Vegeta changed his mind. But he had no intentions of chasing him anywhere.
"Please," he gasped, moving up and down on his fingers and hoping he'd get the hint. His speech was shot to hell because he was so turned on. Luckily, Goku understood.
"I want to be in you," he growled. "Do you want me?"
"Please," he said again, spreading his legs in offering as well as clenching down on his oiled fingers. He really hoped he got the message!
He did. He gently slipped his oily fingers from his entrance and turned Vegeta over onto his stomach so that his feet were on the floor but his upper body was flat out on the table. Vegeta spread his legs wide; keeping the offering there just in case Goku was worried he had changed his mind. The fingers slipped back into him, but he knew it was all in preparation. He could hear the rustling of cloth as Goku pulled his erection out and he could hear the sloppy noises as he coated his cock in the oil. The fingers pulled out and pulled his cheeks apart.
When Vegeta felt the head of the cock pressing against his opening, he panicked slightly. He had no idea how big he was but he felt huge! As turned on as he was, he was scared either he wasn't going to fit or that it was going to hurt. However, seeing as none of these fears were aired, Goku took the initiative and slid in, in one deep thrust.
Vegeta shrieked as he was stretched wider than he thought it was possible. There was a lot of pain, but there was a small bit of pleasure that kept him from begging Goku to take it out. Goku, however, seemed to understand and gently petted his back as he held his hips still. He gingerly lifted his upper half and turned his head towards him so he could pepper his cheeks and lips with soft kisses.
"Speak to me, Vegeta," he panted, bangs drooping with sweat and body shaking as he fought for control. He kissed his lips and gently stroked his cheeks with his oily thumbs. "Speak to me in your beautiful language."
"Y-you…your cock's the size of a fucking bull, I hope you know!" he groused, but naturally Goku had no idea what he was saying. Still, he found it didn't feel so bad with him comforting him the way he was. "But…it does feel good. It feels wonderful to have you inside me…stretching me…filling me so completely," he turned his smoldering obsidian eyes into Goku's. "Take me. I want you. Take all of me." To emphasize what he couldn't put into Terran, he slowly started moving around Goku.
The younger Saiyan hissed as he clenched his eyes tightly.
"You…uhhn…you're ready?" Vegeta nodded. "Okay." He gave a few more wet kisses to Vegeta's lips. "I'm going to move now. If I hurt you, tell me."
"Please," he whispered in Terran, completely submitting. "Take me!"
Slowly and gently, Goku slipped out so that only the head of his cock was in Vegeta before slipping back in. Vegeta groaned. Every single one of the sensations around him felt so good! Goku's impressive dick stretching him pleasantly, the oil around his own cock allowing him to rub up against the material of the apron without much friction and the feeling of his buttocks gently rubbing against the coarse material of Goku's gi; it all felt amazing!
"Speak!" Goku suddenly commanded, giving Vegeta's one cheek a good loud smack that echoed.
"Fuck, you kinky bastard!" he grumbled, even though his words were half hearted. "You know how difficult it is to speak when yoooaaaah…ahn…r-rub just like…ooooh, yessss…just there! Like that…just like…uhh, Gods! If you keep this up…oh, gods! Oh, Gods!"
With every word, Goku's thrusts became harder and faster and Vegeta took it all with sheer relish. Vegeta's oil slicked buttocks slapped noisily with every down thrust and mingle with his voice that was rising in volume and pitch. They hardly noticed that the table was screeching against the floor with every thrust or that every item had fallen off and evacuated to the safety of the floor. Right then, nothing matter more than the intense feelings and the need for completion.
Suddenly, Goku shifted angles that made Vegeta shriek with absolute pleasure. His nails dug deep into the wood as he dragged himself up; leaving long and deep claw marks.
"Oh God! Oh God! More! More! Fuck me harder! Take me! Give me all and everything!" he shrieked.
"Fuck, Vegeta! If you keep that up I'll…I'll…oh, god…"
Vegeta felt his hips crushed in a bruising grip and his shrieks turned soundless as he was pounded mercilessly. The heated coil in his belly burned and his whole body quivered and convulsed before he let out a scream that shattered every glass item in the room. His release was so intense; he didn't feel as he came hard against the bottom on the apron. He didn't feel as his nails dug deep and splintered into the wood of the table and neither did he feel as Goku's teeth sunk into the juncture between the neck and shoulder as the younger man violently emptied himself into him. He did, however, feel the warmth of the other's release fill him as his channel held him in a vice like grip and continued to hold on until he was sure he was filled.
Light-headed and weightless with sheer satisfaction, Vegeta trembled slightly before slumping boneless into Goku's arms holding him up. His limbs trembled with exhaustion and he was terribly tempted to just fall asleep there and then.
"Wow," Goku's breathless voice gasped. "That was…fuck…wow!"
"You…fuck everyone…like that?" Vegeta panted sleepily. "Or is it just…me?" Goku chuckled and lazily nuzzled into his sweaty back.
"This…is all just you," he confessed, his voice very pleased and equally awed.
"You said…you wanted me…for a long time?"
"I meant it," Goku said sternly.
"Hmph, you think I can doubt you after this?" he sniggered. Goku chuckled in turn and they lazily slumped together. "Kakarot?"
"Hmm?"
"Take me upstairs. You've made me cum so hard I'll need a rest if something like this is to happen again."
Internally, he preened at the intensely happy grin as well as the catch of a potential serious mate. With one last glance about the kitchen, he knew he good sleep was in order. Especially if he wanted to clean up the broken bottles, shattered windows and the mess made when every glass bottle shattered.
Huh, he thought before Goku ITed them to his room. If that was how he reacted to me washing off an aubergine, I wonder what would have happened if he walked on me washing the cucumber!
AN: now who says vegetables can't be fun?