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So what if it might take months or even years for Kakarot to truly come to grips with his suit? Things were going far better than Vegeta had any right to expect, especially since he hadn't intruded on the big idiot's self-imposed exile with any ulterior motive.
And Kakarot had kissed him. He certainly hadn't expected that.
But he wasn't complaining. In fact, he couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he stretched lazily on the overstuffed mattress and stared up at the canopy overhead. He should, by all rights, be dead asleep after such a stressful, up-and-down day, but he simply couldn't let go of the...delighted surprise he felt that Kakarot had kissed him. The younger Saiyan hadn't pulled away, hadn't run in disgust and rage and fear...had actually initiated something more intimate than a handshake.
It was enough for now. He'd waited years for even such slight acceptance. If nothing else, the turbulence of the day had dissolved that first, crucial barrier.

He passed so quietly into sleep that he didn't realize he was sleeping until he woke to the most amazing sensation in an area that had been neglected far too long. Warmth. Slight wetness. A delicious pull of suction. The closest thing his drowsing mind could think of was living, pulsing wet velvet, and he groaned deep in his chest at the pure pleasure of it.

~Am I dreaming?~

Possibly, but another nerve-singeing pull of hot, wet velvet made dreaming highly improbable. This didn't feel like a dream. The throbbing intensity of his erection didn't feel like a dream. And the thick, soft hair he clutched in his fist certainly didn't feel like a dream.

~Hair?~

Groaning again, he leaned up onto one elbow and looked down. A head bobbed in his lap -- a head capped with instantly recognizable spikes. Kakarot. In his lap. Kakarot. His rival's mouth on his aching arousal, sucking and licking and swallowing.

~By the gods, Kakarot is...is giving me a...a blow job! A damn GOOD blow job! And I nearly slept through it!~

His head fell back, and he moaned as realization and fierce pleasure swept him. Tightening his fist in those ridiculous spikes, he tried to still that incredible mouth before he totally lost his mind.

"Ka-haaakarot...what are you do...hahhh...doing?"

A low chuckle that he felt from the base of his erection all the way up his spine. He gasped, then sat up straight, so tempted to just let the big lug finish his business. The sight of those distinctive spikes between his legs did terrible things to his resolve, so he closed his eyes, fisted the other hand in Kakarot's hair, and pulled him up to eye level, his teeth gritting against a bolt of exquisite pleasure as his rival sucked until the very last inch fell away.
Only then did the younger Saiyan raise his eyes, and the laughing desire in those dark depths very nearly did him in entirely.

"Kakarot...what...?"

A slow, sultry smirk. "I'm not always an idiot, Vegeta."

~My own words in his mouth...in his MOUTH...I was in his MOUTH....~

He shivered, and Kakarot chuckled softly, low in his throat. "I admit it took me a while to figure it out when you turned away from me earlier, but I get it now. You think I need time, don't you?"

A blink. He couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"You think to slowly get me used to this." Another chuckle. "I should probably appreciate the gesture, but you don't really think I haven't had my own little fantasies over the years, do you?"

"Fan...what?"

His rival -- did the big idiot still classify as a rival after lavishing his erection with such careful attention? -- leaned closer and grinned crookedly, almost smirking but without a trace of sarcasm.

"You didn't really think you could introduce me to something so new and so...fascinating...without me finding a way to turn it back on you, did you?"

Large, warm hands settled on his hips, and Kakarot leaned closer, radiating heat and desire and that interesting, intoxicating scent from before. Those dark eyes -- usually full of good cheer and laughter -- veritably burned with...with want. With need.

Under the humor, Kakarot needed. Kakarot needed him.

"Don't you want me, Vegeta? I think you do, but...do you?"

Again, words deserted him. He could only stare at a dream come true.

Could this be real?

Something...fragile...crept into Kakarot's eyes, and the younger Saiyan blinked, sitting back on his heels. Pulling away. Again.

~No...don't...not again...I can't....~

"I...I've offered myself to you, Vegeta. Three times now. And...nothing. Do you...did you ever...really want me?"

~More than anything....~

"Or did you just want me to want you?"

And still he couldn't speak. The fragile look deepened, became embarrassment, became mortification. Kakarot dropped his eyes to the erection in Vegeta's lap, then pulled back entirely, almost falling out of the bed in his hurry to get away.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Vegeta." Panic and sick humiliation vibrated in every trembling muscle, every line of that precious face. "I'm sorry. I'll...I'll just...go now."

"No, don't!"

Scrambling across the bed, he managed to snag one of Kakarot's ankles, though the poor fool ended up faceplanting on the floor in the ensuing struggle. A brief tussle erupted. It wasn't exactly dignified, but it had the unexpected advantage of giving Vegeta a perfect and ridiculously close-up view of Kakarot's bare ass. He stared with a sloopy grin until a flailing heel caught him in the jaw and spun his head half around.

"Let go!"

"Kakarot, just wait a minute--"

Another kick. "I said I was sorry!"

"Dammit, Kakarot, stop!"

"Why should I?!"

He blanked, then blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "Because I said so!"

Twisting against the iron grip, the big idiot shot him a look of such wide-eyed, jaw-dropped surprise that he mentally replayed what he'd just said and snorted. Kakarot, still wide-eyed, let out a fruity little giggle, then covered his mouth, blushing. Biting his lip, Vegeta tried to swallow back a chuckle, but the look on his old rival's face combined with his still-throbbing erection and the memory of waking up to those spikes bobbing between his legs was just too much.
He laughed. Thank the gods, but Kakarot laughed, too, and soon enough, he adjusted his death grip on the big dope's ankle and hauled the younger Saiyan back into bed, feeling strangely secure as the curtains closed around them.

"Are you all right?"

Putting a hand to the back of his head, Kakarot managed to look sheepish while still chuckling. "Yeah. Nothing bruised but my pride, and that's never minded a good beating."

His laughter dried up at that, and he released the younger Saiyan completely, though he stayed ready to grab him again if needed.
"I want you to know that my wanting you has never been in question, Kakarot. I want that clear before another word passes between us."

Seriousness bled back into Kakarot's eyes.

"I want you so much that I...I thought I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. I've wanted it for too long to be sure...."

He wasn't sure what to expect, so he simply watched his rival think. Kakarot could think, and quite well, when he wanted. So, he watched, and he studied the familiar features from a closer vantage than he was used to. Such fine features, strong and so very Saiyan, and he so rarely got to just...look at them.

However, his relief when that warmth again lit the dark eyes was indescribable.

"Then...I guess...I'm not sorry, Vegeta."

~Careful. Don't screw this up.~

But caution had nearly lost him what he wanted most, and he was too much the warrior to hold onto a strategy that no longer worked.

"Does that mean you'll pick up where you left off?"

Only Kakarot could blush and hold that sultry heat in his eyes at the same time. "Maybe later. I...I'm going to...offer myself to you. One last time, Vegeta."

His old rival...his chosen one...stretched out on his back, both eager and uncomfortable. Again with the paradox that only Kakarot could pull off with such success.

"Do you...want me?"

This time, he didn't hesitate to climb on top of that taut, tempting body, though he didn't move to claim it quite yet.

"Do you want me, Kakarot?"

Oh, there was nothing fragile in the smirk on those perfect lips or in the heat burning in the dark eyes. "I think I said enough about that when I had my mouth around your c--"

But Kakarot's mouth was entirely too sweet for that particular endearment, so Vegeta simply cut him off with his own. He didn't hold much back in that kiss, and he risked even more by thrusting his tongue down his chosen's throat, but he guessed Kakarot didn't mind.
His rival had, after all, had much more than Vegeta's tongue down his throat.

Pulling back just enough to breathe, he slid one hand down his chosen's side, feeling each muscle tremble and flex at his touch. Kakarot...trembling for him....

"If at any time...you don't want this, Kakarot...."

A sigh, Kakarot's sweet breath fanning his lips. "You think too much."

"Kakarot...I just want--"

The kiss was sweet for all that it was intended to shut him up. He allowed it, enjoyed it, savored it. Kakarot's tongue was as nimble in his mouth as it had been on his arousal, and he allowed himself to believe -- oh, so reluctantly -- that this wouldn't end.
His erection swelled at the possibility, throbbing with promise. His chosen chuckled and rolled his hips, and Vegeta felt, for the first time, exactly how much Kakarot wanted. For the briefest instant, he allowed himself to think what would have happened if the other Saiyan had taken him up on his offer. If Kakarot had claimed him first.

His mouth went dry.

"Vegeta...." A short, rather sloppy kiss. "I want you." Another bump of his hips. "If you want me...take me. Don't make me wait." For once, those dark, sincere eyes were completely bereft of laughter. "I probably deserve it for making you wait so many years, but...please don't."

That magnificent, trembling body shifted, just enough so that Vegeta sank down between brawny thighs, gasping when thick erection slid against thick erection. He'd never felt anything quite like it in all his exploits, and his hips swiveled of their own volition, seeking that sensation again.

"Ohhhh...."

The sigh could have come from either of them. It shivered in the air between them, in that inch between their open mouths. It shivered with the promise of what would come next, with the weight of years spent waiting and wanting.
And then Vegeta lowered his mouth and swallowed that sigh, swallowed the years between -- not wasted, exactly, but definitely not mourned as they passed -- and swallowed his chosen's tongue, thrusting his hips hard, just once, against a hard-muscled stomach. Kakarot moaned and lifted his knees, squeezing Vegeta's hips between his thighs.

Groaning, he lifted his mouth away just enough to whisper. "Slowly, Kakarot. Slowly."

That taut, sleek, infinitely beautiful body flexed. "I don't want you slow."

He shuddered, thrusting against his chosen's groin to buy another moment of tenuous control. "I want to savor it, Kakarot."

Warm, searching lips touched his chin, his jaw. Puffs of hot breath fanned his anticipation-damp skin. Hands capable of breaking the world clutched his back, and even stronger legs wrapped around his waist.

~SAVOR! I want to SAVOR, dammit!~

A flick of wet velvet tongue against his throat. "Savor later, Vegeta. I want it hard...and fast." The damn fool bucked his hips.

~Oh, gods.... Oh, fuck it!~

"Hard and fast is good."

The words were very nearly a growl, but he refused to soften his tone. His chosen wanted hard and fast, and by the gods, he'd get it.
He spit into his palm, then occupied his mouth more pleasantly, kissing his old rival as he reached between them to slick himself. If he'd thought for even a moment that Kakarot would succumb here, now, in this room, he'd have brought more appropriate...equipment. As it was, a good coating of spit would have to do.

Hard and fast didn't allow for much preparation.

Even still, his first thrust was slow, restrained. No sense hurting them both with carelessness. No sense ruining the incredible slide, the excruciating tightness and heat, the beautiful clench of every chiseled muscle in Kakarot's imminently fuckable body.
All thought ceased as sensation took over. Strong legs gripped his hips, pulling that incredible heat up to meet his thrusts. Blunt fingers dug into his back, gripped his shoulder blades, sank into his hair. And Kakarot's mouth....

That talented tongue was surprisingly useful for more than just trash talk during spars.

Rival. Lover. Chosen.

~Kakarot.~

Had he whispered his lover's name aloud?

"Harder...."

Less than a breath of air in his ear, but he certainly heard it. He wanted to savor this, to draw out the raw sensation of finally having what he'd wanted, needed, dreamed of for so many years. He wanted to--

"Please...."

~Ah, dammit...anything for you, Kakarot....~

The next thrust brought a sharp cry from his chosen's throat. The next, accompanied by a strained grunt from deep in his throat, brought a breathless shout. The next, the scrape of nails down his back and a writhe so vicious it nearly unseated him.

"Ohhhh...yessss...."

A hard, teeth-baring smirk split Vegeta's face. This...he could do.

~Savor later. Indeed.~

Pulling back as far as his lover's gripping legs would allow, he growled and shoved forward with all his might, trusting Kakarot to tell him if it became too much. But no note of censure issued from that broad chest. While the sounds his chosen made weren't articulated enough to be words, there was nothing negative about them.
Hard and fast. Just this side of vicious. It wasn't exactly love-making, but it didn't feel like straight fucking, either -- not with Kakarot's sweaty, beautiful body flexing and arching and writhing with each faster, harder thrust.
And try as he might to watch that usually cheerful face contort with exquisite lust, he couldn't keep his eyes open. His own pleasure was too great, too overwhelming to not cherish in the dark. He quit trying as his thrusts deepened, as release crept nearer. He gave himself completely to the moment, to Kakarot, to hard and fast.

The reward was beyond his best fantasy as his old rival roared his name, clutched his body as if to pull him inside and keep him forever, and climaxed in a blaze of energy that surely blasted the curtains off the canopy. His own release followed like thunder after lightning, his soaring energy flaring him into Super Saiyan as easily as flipping a light switch. Kakarot howled and writhed below him, that magnificent body clenching again in what could only be another climax.
But when all the fireworks ended, when their bodies finally sank into a sweating, sated heap together, only Vegeta glowed golden...and that only until they both drifted off to sleep.
* * *
He threaded his fingers through ridiculously soft spikes, wondering idly how such thick, stand-up hair could possibly feel so much like velvet. His fingers stroked along the curve of skull, down the vulnerable nape, then back up, again threading into those distinctive spikes.
His chosen sidled closer, tightening brawny arms around him and nosing into his arm pit, settling with a sleepy sigh.

"Will you be mine, Kakarot?"

The whisper was so quiet that he wasn't sure his half-asleep lover would hear. The big lug had conked out pretty hard after the earlier bout, probably because he hadn't powered up to protect himself from Vegeta's energy. It hadn't hurt him -- not much could actually hurt Kakarot -- but it might well have drained him. So he deliberately whispered, not wanting to disturb his chosen's slumber.
Thus, the quiet response surprised him.

"Haven't I always been?"

His fingers stilled, his breath catching in his throat. Kakarot's arms tightened again, and Vegeta felt the ticklish brush of eyelashes as his lover blinked his eyes open.

"Haven't I always been yours, in one way or another?"

Enemy. Rival. Ally. Partner. Lover. Chosen.

~MY chosen. You ARE mine.~

Time -- always so relative when Kakarot was involved -- stood still as he weighed his response.

Finally....

"Hn. It's about time you realized it, Kakarot."

The tense body relaxed, coiled steel becoming liquid grace curled up at his side. His lover let out a warm sigh and loosened his grip, again nuzzling Vegeta's arm pit.

"Well, I'm not always an idiot."

"Hn."

THE END