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It was one of those things that would get classified away under 'not sure why it happened but it was pretty damn nice when it did.'

Something about a barbeque or something, he couldn't really remember anymore. But it involved setting the table, and the idiot blue-haired woman had said ''wouldn't it be nice if him and the idiot baka did it together?'' all smarmy like. With the big eye blinking thing that she did and Kakarot had been all agreeable about it and that is how they ended up starting at the table in the kitchen.

Stupid plain wooden table that took up half of the damn kitchen with the monstrosity of oak. He glared at it and Kakarot stood there and scratched the back of his head like he hadn't a damn clue how one went about 'setting a table' and if he didn't have a damn clue why in the hell were they in there setting the table together?!

Kakarot flashed him that 'not-so-innocent' smile and then looked at the table. ''It is an awfully nice table, Vegeta.''

Right. A table that they were...why was the baka giving him that grin?
That grin was to be reserved for when they were 'sparring' and not to be used in any situation that might accidentally lead to public displays of any sort of sexual affection. And that grin was out in full force and the baka went from scratching the back of his head to run that large hand over the top of the table.

''It's really smooth too.'' The grin turned into a lecherous little smirk, and Vegeta stepped back but didn't move fast enough because he was grabbed around the waist and dragged back up the table, lifted up and dropped on his ass on the table, and this did not please him at all.

''Kakarot,'' he started, but he was silenced with a glance as the baka slid his hand inside the HORRIBLE PINK shirt that he was wearing (to keep the idiot woman from yelling at him about wearing the same clothes all the time) and Kakarot's arm popped the buttons off and the little PINK things flew across the room and landed on the floor. He breathed as the hot palm pressed to his chest, and the other followed, both palms pressed over his chest like he had breasts or something (teaching the baka the difference between female and male bodies was proving to be a slight difficulty.)

''We are not.'' But he was quieted again (he hated that) when Kakarot grinned and pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck. A wet kiss and light suction that warned him if he didn't stop objecting his larger mate was more than willing to mark him to prove his point. So he sighed. ''We are supposed to be setting the damn thing.''

Knocked the hands off his chest and Kakarot moved to put them back, but he grabbed the wrists, guided them around and there was that grin again as the fingers pressed against his ass and pulled him to the very edge of the monstrous table to press him flush against the baka's hips.

''You're right, Vegeta,'' Kakarot said and pulled back, crossed the room and grabbed a couple plates, brought them back and dropped them on the table behind him, near the end where (hopefully) they would remain unharassed.

''People are just suppose to eat with their fingers?'' he demanded.

''I don't think they'll want to eat at this table, anyway, Geta,'' was the answer as Kakarot moved back between his thighs and the finger slid inside the awful khaki pants.

Hot hands, the baka's hands were always so painfully warm, and he frowned as he lost the battle and knew it was over. Dropped his own hands to his pants and ignored the smirking look of victory on his mate's face as he undid his pants and fell back against the table, propped up by his elbows so Kakarot could drag the pants off. Thusly naked, his mate leaned over and kissed his chest, broad strokes of his tongue across Vegeta's chest to his nipples, and teeth raked over them as hands slid up his thighs and held him against the edge of the table (which might be smooth but it was still hard) and he watched his large and still clothed mate work for a moment, appreciating the way he remembered everything Vegeta had taught him so perfectly and ran hands over his skin everywhere, claiming him with each stroke of a tongue over his skin and press of calloused fingertips to his skin.

''You seem over dressed, Kakarot,'' he said.

Pulled himself up by grabbing a handful of black hair and pushed his
mate back to standing position, grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tore it off his chest, tossed it over on the floor with the black buttons and Kakarot gave him a frown.

''Vegeta, you didn't have to ruin my clothes.'' But he set to undoing his pants and suddenly stopped, looked at Vegeta and then pouted. ''Dammit. What are we going to use for? What about butter?''

''If you ever plan on getting sex again you will never repeat that sentence.''

And the pouting got heavier until he rolled his eyes and pointed at his discarded pants, which Kakarot rifled through, and the pouting went away as he pulled the tube of lube from his pocket and grinned brilliantly.

''Wow, Vegeta, did they have boy scouts on Vegeta-sei too?'' Didn't bother to explain this statement (whatever in the hell it meant) as he lifted his hips up and made him fall back against the table again, cracking his elbows on the wood as he caught himself and growl in annoyance. Not that his impatient mate cared because he was holding Vegeta's hips aloft with one hand and handed him the lube with the other so his fingers could properly anointed and this whole process could speed up a bit.

Vegeta grabbed the tube and glared at Kakarot, squeezed the tube, and ignored the pleased look of his mate as he pulled his legs up out of the way and gave Kakarot the room he needed to put that lube to use. Bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from making a noise as long (hot, his hands were always hot) fingers pushed into him and immediately
stroked his prostate (oh, he blessed the day he taught Kakarot about that) little murmurs of contentment rising from the taller man and he shivered hard against the table, gripped the edge of the table hard in one hand and pressed his fist against his mouth.

His hips were dropped back to the table and pulled right against the edge. (Wasn't it just disgustingly convenient how the table was exactly the right height for Kakarot to fuck him?)

And his mate motioned for more lube. Vegeta felt along the table until he found the dropped tube and squeezed it again as his legs were pulled straight and pressed against Kakarot's chest. A few seconds of idiotic humming and Kakarot was pressed against him, large and hot and he closed his eyes and bit down on his hand as the hardness pushed into him. Filled him up and made him squirm with the strange pleasure it caused.

Stretched all out and he shifted against it, felt every little squirm
tighten his body reflexively around Kakarot and there was a grunt of
concentration, his legs were shifted against the chest and he jerked, slammed his fist against the table top at his side and heard one of the plates crash into the floor and shatter.

Kakarot chuckled at him.

Bastard. He bent his knees and pressed them against the sides of his mate's chest, so he could see his face as Kakarot thrust into him. Slow at first, steady, paced.

Goku: That's alright, we got the point from your view rather well.

Vegeta: *pout *

Goku: Oh, shut up! You always have the best sex anyway.

Vegeta: You shut up.