Because He Wanted It
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the baka asked one more time.
Almost shaking with--anticipation? Fear? Arousal? Hard to tell.
"I said I did," Vegeta retorted patiently.
"Yeah I know--but are you sure."
"No. I want you to keep asking me that same moronic question."
And for one moment it looked terrifyingly like Kakarot believed him. But thankfully comprehension dawned on the overly large idiot and the door opened. Sitting on the (surprisingly large) bed inside, prim, proper, dressed from her toes up to her chin was the baka's harpy wife. Even her hair was pinned back away from her face and she had her legs crossed and her hands sitting in her lap.
The very picture of proper lady behavior.
"Goku," she said. For the very first time in Vegeta's memory she didn't sound exactly sure of herself, there was a quality of apprehension in her voice, a little bit of surrender. "Why do you want to do this?"
And this is where it changed. Vegeta watched him do it. Kakarot the idiot, shrugging his shoulders, letting the awful orange gi slip down, pulling off the blue undershirt. Hair tousled, lazy expression of dominance and superiority on his normally jovial face--and his hands. Something about the way he held his hands, the way he put his knee on the bed and leaned over his pretty (yes, Chichi was pretty but she was still a harpy bitch from hell most of the time) wife. Hand sliding up her rib cage, cupping her breast right there in front of Vegeta--she blushed--and he leaned farther into her so she had to put her hands on his bare shoulders.
Kakarot. Lust demon. Lover. That was the change.
"I told you, Chichi," hand flattened against her breast, kneading her as she gasped and blushed and looked at Vegeta with the single most adorable look of apprehension she'd ever seen. "I want you both now." And he was probably breathing husky against her neck, her face, moist hot air. Hand slipping down her ribs again, over her tummy and then lower, slipping up her thigh, stopping just before he touched her.
Short whine from her. "Goku."
"Kakarot," Vegeta interjected. "You have us both anyway. Why do we need to do this?"
His relationship with the idiot had begun as an accident. But their regular 'accidents' were starting to become more and more frequent to the point that the blue-haired woman was starting to get pissed. When he told her Kakarot wanted him to get in bed with Chichi and the idiot--she had slapped him. Told him to have fun.
"Because," he had his face against her neck now, pushing the clothe out of the way of his mouth as he kissed her skin, and that hand on her thigh--he had such huge hands--slid up further, pressed against her and made her gasp and clutch at him tighter. "I want it."
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing. He'd agreed to this, but he had been under considerable duress at the time of agreement. (Kakarot had tortured him with his rather talented tongue to the point that he would have agreed to anything.)
"Gokuuuuuuuuuu." Chichi was leaning back on the bed now, hair falling down around her face--messy, silky, his hand was back on her breast, moving up, fingers curling around the collar, slipping down and he grabbed the flap of her shirt and ripped it back. Tore it away from her chest and she was gloriously naked, blushing, chest heaving and her thighs clenched as he smiled at his handy work.
"Goku," she said--more like herself or the self that Vegeta recognized. "I told you to stop ripping my clothes."
"You didn't mean it though." He murmured into her neck and his hand motioned Vegeta forward. Then slid down her bare skin, over her white belly and his fingers pressed against the waist band of her pants.
"I can smell you, Chi." Lecherous grin on his face.
Vegeta sat on the bed, laid down next to the woman with his head propped up by his hand. Watched Kakarot kiss his wife, short kiss, so she whined at him with his mouth moved down, sucking on her as he crossed her throat and the space between her breasts, down her ribs, over her blushing shivering belly to her pants. And she was pushing her pants down, rolling her hips as she grasped the waist band and pushed them down, working her legs to shake the pants off as the baka's hand slid against her wetly, and his mouth continued its downward trek.
"Touch her Vegeta," dark little voice.
Vague sound of amusement as her hand fisted in his hair and he lapped at her with little purring noises.
Vegeta looked at her, at her face that was twisted with pleasure and her chest that rose and fell with rapid breaths, rolling hips, clenching thighs and her breasts. He ran his hand over one, felt the firmness of it and cupped his hand around her. Smirked to himself as that age-old question was answered--Chichi had bigger breasts than Bulma. Her other hand was wrapped around his head, pulling him down against her, and he laid half on top of her, kissed her as she panted. Hungry, messy kisses.
Then her hand was moving down his clothes, pushing his shirt up, slipping against his skin, fingernails on him, and then down, against his pants, and inside, hot fingers against his hot erection. Cupping him, and then pushing down his pants so he was free. Cool air and her hot hand, the fell of her mouth moving with his.
Until she pulled back and shook her head back and forth, tangled her dark hair and shivered hard. "Gokuuuuu..."
He lifted his head, looked at Vegeta with the most devious, lustful look. Licked his lips and reached across the space between them, pulled Vegeta up and kissed him. Pushed the taste of his wife into Vegeta's mouth. And sucked it back out.
She gasped.
Goku whimpered and Vegeta groaned, grabbed the baka by the hips and pulled him closer. Growled in his throat and all his effort earned him was an amused chuckle. Goku pulled away and shook his head.
"Lets get these clothes off."
He stood at the side of the bed, stripped himself down to the skin and looked at Vegeta, stared at him while he pulled his own clothes off, down to the gloves that were normally on his hands, and then his vision flicked down to Chichi who was whimpering on the bed, thighs clenched together as she wriggled her hips and her hand was pressed hard against her stomach. The other above her head.
"Ready Vegeta?"
No.
Kakarot knelt on the bed, parted Chichi's creamy white thighs with his hand--Vegeta never noticed how tanned he was before--pressed her knees up and down, spreading her wide open. She bit her lip and blushed. Eyes looking at Vegeta, but her body moved with Kakarot. Accepting his hands as they moved down her legs, and reaching for him as she leaned over her, wanting him as he murmured little nonsense to himself.
"What about him?" Chichi asked--breathless, blushing--she pointed at Vegeta.
"Chichi," Kakarot whispered to her, hand on the bed next to her ribs. "I told you. He is going to fuck--" Oh and he purred that word, loud and with just the tone to make them shiver. "Me."
He flexed his hips forward, drove down into his pretty wife so her nails dug into his skin, left pink marks as she gasped and shuddered. He lay still, looked back at Vegeta. Smirked.
"I want to see," Chichi murmured. "I want to see what he does..."
"Look at the mirror," Kakarot said. Sucked on her neck and shoulder when she turned her head to the side and looked at the full length mirror that was in just the right place to see Vegeta as he moved behind Kakarot. He looked at himself and then down at them. Opened the tub of lubricant and dug his fingers into it.
"Oh," Chichi murmured. Shock. Delighted, perverted surprise.
And then he pressed his fingers into Kakarot--tight and hot and powerful. The sense of power all around him, pressing down on his fingers with ten times the force of normal gravity. Almost painful as he surged his fingers deeper, probed the softness of Kakarot's body (on the inside) and found what he was looking for. Rubbed him until he gasped and his hips worked without his permission, pressing in and out of his gasping little wife.
"I don't want to wait," Chichi said. Dug her hands into Kakarot's back.
"Now." She looked at him from under the baka. "Do it now."
He spread the lube on his aching arousal and threw it off the bed, grabbed Kakarot by the hipbones and plunged into him. Delighted in the yowl, the tightening of muscles and the involuntary thrust back and then forward. Watched the baka support himself on shaking elbows and let his face press against Chichi's chest.
"More," she said. Smiling now. Devious smile.
He moved. Set rhythm, sinking in and pulling out. Wet slide--sucking skin sounds as Kakarot moved in Chichi and Vegeta moved in him. Slow and steady building it up until they were all shaking from the need, the want--the urge to move harder and faster. Kakarot gasped.
Chichi kissed his face, and pulled her legs up so they were around his ribs. Shifted under him and the nodded.
"Now," she whimpered.
Kakarot bucked, hard. Drove down into her with more power and strength than Vegeta would have thought she could handle, but her head tipped back and she moaned his name. Grabbed at his slick flesh and wanted more.
Vegeta followed the rhythm. Pounded into Kakarot, felt his body clench and lost his grip on the quick, slippery hips. Jerked into him, thrust, fucked--moved with the insanity of Kakarot's powerful thrusts until he heard the woman gasp and Kakarot stilled, kissed her. Moved back and set her up--she was loose and lazy--against the headboard. Pulled himself off Vegeta and rolled onto his back. Spread himself and reached out his hands, beckoning for Vegeta to take him again.
Pretty wife watching with huge dark eyes. The smell of her orgasm hanging heavy and musky in the room. Sweat on her face and in her hair and she sat there, watching him as he pressed back into Kakarot.
As the baka rolled his head back and moaned for it. Blushed, flushed, sweated, rolled his hips back and groaned with it. Curled his long, heavy legs around Vegeta and drove him into his own willing body harder and farther. Hands in fists and the glow around him expanded with every downward thrust.
"Make him come," Chichi whispered. "Hard."
Vegeta snarled, moved with abandon, gasped for breath as his heart thudded hard against his chest and the whole bed was shuddering, shaking, banging against the wall as Kakarot arched under him--breathless--and gasped when he came.
Chichi moved, slid onto her husband, thighs on either side of his hips, and she curled her arm around him, kissed him again. Hands on his back and his chest and his stomach, slipping around and digging into his ass, pulling him deeper into Kakarot's still shivering body. Then back, her fingers around his erection, pulling him out, up, legs spreading around his thighs now as she pressed him against her.
Kakarot sat up behind her, slipped his fingers onto Vegeta's hips and pulled him forward, brought them together. Slick and wet and the smell in the room was enough to make his head spin. Her mouth, open and pliant and so willing beneath his. Their hands on his skin everywhere--then in his hair.
Kakarot moving him in her. Short, sharp thrusts.
Until he shivered as he released in her and she kissed him one last time and smiled.
Kakarot laid back on the bed, immensely pleased, sated (for the moment and that moment never lasted long) stretched out until he raised his hands and motioned for them to lay against him. Her on his right, Vegeta on his left. The sound of his contented breathing lulling against them as they yawned.
"Thanks guys," Kakarot murmured.
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Chichi: *shock*
Vegeta: *runs around screaming for disinfectant*
Goku: *grins* I love it when I get lots of people at once. *yay*
