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I stared at him. Part of it was just surprise that he was there at all. Part of it was longing. I wanted him. I wanted more than him.

His scent rolled over me, through me, like a drug.

He was wearing one of those black spandex suits that concealed nothing. I was hard-pressed not to run my eyes over him again and again. It would only have made things worse. I stared at his feet, watching as they stepped closer to me. Invading all my boundaries, he cupped my chin briefly with his fingers and raised it, making me look into his eyes. They held me as he came close to me.

Very slowly, he reached out and worked his fingers around my tail, gently pulling it free from my waist. That was altogether more than I wanted just then, and I lashed it free of his hands. With the same slow movements, he caught hold of it again, and began stroking it. An amazing feeling, a sort of sweet liquid pain, rolled up my spine and down into my groin. I stopped myself from purring only with the fiercest effort. I had never felt anything like it.

Those eyes, neither cold nor kind, told me that he knew exactly what he was doing. The sheer intimacy of this act, the closest and gentlest we had ever exchanged, took my breath away. I wanted a hundred things, none of which I could name.

"Kakarrot," he said quietly, ruffling his fingers gently through my fur. "Who am I?"

I could hardly breathe. I wanted.... I couldn't think.

"You are the Saiyajin no Ouji," I said roughly. They were the first words I had spoken in months. There were any number of answers I could have given, from the simplicity of his name to any of a dozen descriptions. None of them seem to encompass the man as well as his title. At that moment, I couldn't recall if I'd ever used it before. Probably not. I should have, knowing how much it meant to him.

He searched my eyes for a few moments. I tried to tell him everything, all about what I had lost, through the look we exchanged. I had no way of knowing whether or not he understood. He looked down at my tail again in contemplation, watching the slow brush of his fingers.

"And who are you?" Vejiita asked, eyes flashing up to pin mine.

It was so unbelievably hard to answer. And yet so easy. Who was Vejiita? And who was I?

"I am Kakarot," I said hoarsely. It was the only answer I could give him. I needed him to understand, and if he wanted me to be Kakarot, I would be. Just as long as he would tell me why he mattered to me, and why I wasn't safe any longer.

A hand stroked the entire length of my tail, and I shivered with the sensation.

"Do you know what has happened, Kakarot?" he asked. His hand moved with great deliberation on me.

Please, kami, tell me. Kill me afterwards, because I know you don't want me. I could only shake my head.

"Your tail," he said, his voice almost purring. "Our tails. They are many things to a saiyajin. A source of strength. A source of scent. A way of communicating. Without them, we are crippled in many ways. Our minds do not function as they should. We are denied oozaru."

He said all of this carefully, watching me. I could only nod dumbly.

"Without oozaru, all that is primal within us sleeps," he said. "We cannot live or mate as we need. Our senses dull. We cannot bond-mate."

I wanted to open my mouth and protest that we had both had children since losing our tails, but I knew somehow that he meant something different. I didn't want to make him mad, not now. Not when I was so close to understanding. I held my tongue.

"But ours came back, ne? I have seen you as oozaru, Kakarot."

I felt an odd shame, which I pushed down as hard as I could. I had hidden from the moonlight for months. After the last time I had seen Vejiita, I had given up. I had gone to uninhabited places and raged under the moon, delighting in it. I am saiyajin. It is my heritage.

"Hai," I breathed. His handling of my tail was about to drive me to my knees.

He stepped closer still. And brought his other hand back up to my face, letting his fingers glide around my eye, over my cheekbone, and down the line of my jaw. I couldn't stop myself from leaning into it.

Amusement glimmered in his eyes, but it didn't spill out of his mouth with the cutting words he was so fond of. I took no real comfort from that. I knew him.

I flexed my tail out of his grasp. He let it go without a fight, but his lips curled up in a smirk. That was all the warning I got.

With one smooth motion, his body was pressed up against mine, his hand slid around my neck, and his mouth closed on my earlobe.

Hot. His mouth was hot.

He suckled my earlobe. Such a small piece of flesh, and hardly the most sensitive. Yet in his mouth, beneath his tongue, and between his teeth, it became the center of the universe. Warm breath rolled across the sensitive place behind my ear, making me shiver. A strong arm took hold of my waist. A tail, his tail, circled my thigh. I was utterly captured, as simply as that.

My eyes drifted shut. The purr I'd been clenching down on so hard escaped me, and I felt Vejiita's smile against my skin. His mouth relinquished my flesh, kissing it gently as if in apology.

Vejiita, of all people, was seducing me. He hated me. I knew it. I couldn't help myself, though. I wanted this, even though it was false, even though it was some bizarre game on his part that would end in my humiliation. I felt I was on the brink of something, and I was in an agony of waiting, unable to do anything about it.

One of my hands drifted up and rested on his hip, but it was all I could manage.

He kissed the softer flesh under my jaw, languidly making his way down my throat. I quivered under his touch, aching for it, afraid of what would follow.

He could have done anything he wanted to. The feel of his mouth, the warmth of his body, his scent – all these combined to push me into a sort of delirium. His glorious tail unwrapped my thigh for a few moments to wave lazily behind him, and the ambrosial scent of him only increased. My body arched against his. My tail wrapped him, clutching tightly.

I wanted him. But more than that, I wanted to be safe.

And so finally, finally I pushed him away.

"Why?" I asked, meaning this bliss, this emptiness, everything.

A smirk.

"Because it pleases me, Kakarot," he said, his voice a rolling, wicked purr. "Just as it pleases you."

I wanted to deny it, but my mouth didn't open, and I said nothing. He took that opportunity to slip closer to me again, winding me back into his embrace and pressing his mouth to my ear. I tensed to deny him again, and then he whispered to me.

"I know you, Kakarot. Better than you know yourself. Better than you want to. I know what you want. I know what you need."

Safe. Oh, kami, I knew he was lying, but what if....

He pulled back and met my eyes again. He was perfectly calm, but his eyes gleamed with something I couldn't place. Veracity, maybe. Possession. I didn't know. I could make guesses all day, but I didn't know.

Hoarsely, I asked the question, stumbling over it. "What...what do I need, Vejiita-sama?"

Why had I called him that? An eyebrow lifted, but he wasn't surprised. How many times had he promised to beat it out of me? It hadn't occurred to me before. Maybe it should have.

Solemnly, he reached up to brush my face with the back of his fingers again. So soft. Hands that had beaten me bloody whispered across my skin. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, threatening to tear itself loose.

"Surrender... Submission... Fulfillment... You need my dominance, Kakarot. Your soul burns for it. You need me to mate you; I've read it in your scent since the hour your tail returned."

His voice was so gentle, and his words ripped me wide open. I felt frozen, dying. Something very far inside, so hidden that I had hardly ever noticed it, screamed its bliss. But all I could do was deny it.

Shaking my head, I pulled loose and backed away from him.

"Saiyajins breed for children, but we bond-mate for strength. It is the way we are made, Kakarot. We are not meant to be alone. We are meant to be matched. Oozaru knows this. Once your tail returned, you knew it too," he said in that same tone of voice, soothing me.

I backed away more, and this time he followed me.

"You lost your tail before manhood. You never felt the need to be bound. I denied it my whole life until my tail was gone. Pride would never let the prince mate one of his guards. But now there is you, and you are awake to what you are."

That dark voice dripped like warm honey into my veins. My blood surged.

"What I am is still stronger than you, ouji," I managed to growl. It was so hard to think. Something dangerous inside me had begun to seek the light; I feared what would happen when it burst through.

"Hai, Kakarot," Vejiita purred, his tail looping my waist. "You are worthy of being my mate."

"Lunatic," I hissed. I took his tail in hands far less gentle than his own and pried it away from my body. Then I turned and started to walk away from him.

It disgusted me. Oh, not the idea of mating a man. I knew such prejudices were common, but, really, who cared? I was repulsed because I thought that maybe he was right, and that all of this, the rip in my whole damned universe, could be cured by getting fucked by Vejiita. Apparently that's all I was worth. Mind-bending angst answered by being pounded in the ass. Cheap hysterics.

Surrender. The word made my whole body ache. Safe.

"Kakarot."

I stopped. I didn't mean to, but my body did it anyway. I managed to keep it from turning around, but that was all the control I had.

"Kakarot." I willed myself not to turn around, biting my lip until it bled.

"Come here." His voice was like black silk running over my skin. My mouth filled with the sweet metallic taste of blood.

"Fuck off," I said over my shoulder. It was a mistake to look back at him.

There was a strange, wholly unfamiliar tenderness in his expression, and I could not have looked away to save my life. He held his hand out and almost smiled. "Come. I will help you."

Oh, God, I ached. I want to go so badly, and I couldn't. I was only a brief span away from his laughter, from words of such refined cruelty that I would barely comprehend them. I knew it. I knew him. I could not be mocked for this. Insanity lay in that direction. I could almost taste it on the back of my tongue.

My body betrayed me. With horror, I realized that I had already turned and gone a few steps toward him. And when I forced a stop, he came forward, erasing the void between us. He took hold of me again.

Soft lips burned along my jaw line, nibbling at the delicate flesh. Searing kisses appeared along my throat, dipping into the hollow. A hot tongue ran up my flesh, and teeth nipped at my chin. His hands slipped under my shirt. His tail coiled and stroked.

Soft wet heat covered and invaded my mouth. He sucked at my lower lip, tasting my blood, then soothed the wound with his tongue. I had been kissed before, certainly, but never with such passion, such manifest desire to bring me pleasure. That fact alone would have made me respond. But there was more.

Simple lust.

Bone-deep yearning. His every touch burned. I felt almost safe in his arms.

So I shoved him away as hard as I could again.

And this time Vejiita simply refused to let me go. I fought to be free of him, and he fought to keep me. The contest was silent. Muscles and wills strained against each other violently. Eyes locked. The air around us burned. The ground began to shudder beneath our feet.

Then it was over. I could have powered up further. But I don't think I could have forced my escape. I would have had to hurt him to get it, and that was already beyond me. We rested against each other, his arms and tail still holding me close to him. His scent wrapped around us, and I could not help but breathe it in. An emotion I couldn't name at first overwhelmed me, and I let my head fall against his shoulder.

Relief. Relief that I was caught and all of this would be at an end soon, one way or another.

Hands moved tenderly on me, stroking my back. He murmured things in a language I almost understood, the words soft and pleasing in my ear. His flesh, his warmth, his scent, the possessive way he held me – all these brought me comfort I couldn't deny. I slid my arms around him, giving in, needing him near me. I tentatively flicked my tongue over the soft flesh at the back of his neck, tasting salt, and felt him begin to purr against my body.

My tail clasped his waist as he pulled back, but he only wanted to kiss me again, and I was suddenly eager for it. Our tongues played. I was kissing Vejiita. A year ago, this would have been unthinkable.

He resumed his seduction of me. It astonished me even as my body reacted to his careful touches. No one had ever bothered seducing me before. I saw him smirk as I bent to kiss him again myself, but it wasn't more than amusement. It made me hesitate, though, and he felt that, and drew my mouth against his own. My body surged deliciously against his.

Yet...I was still afraid. This was Vejiita. What if he was simply taking advantage of my weakness?

His hands smoothed upwards under my shirt, and I let him pull it over my head. I already felt so vulnerable to him that this new increment hardly mattered. Warm hands explored me as his mouth forsook mine to move in moist, sharp kisses down my throat. I lifted my chin, letting him have his way. One of my hesitant hands brushed very lightly over the fur of his tail. He made the faintest sounds of encouragement and I stroked a little harder. I hardly knew how to touch him.

His mouth descended on one of my nipples, and I moaned at the unfamiliar sensation. I had never... No one had ever done that to me before, and the suckling, rasping, slick, sharp feeling of his mouth working me almost brought me over the edge right there. Gods, I wanted him so badly. Even if this wasn't real.

He felt my trembling and the way I gasped for air, and he slowed down, treating my other nipple to only a few slow licks. Hands went skimming down my sides, and he undid the clasp of my pants. I tensed, but he didn't stop. Splaying his fingers, he slowly eased the fabric over my hips and then let it drop to gather at my feet. He took a step backwards and brought me with him, and I left all my coverings, including my boots, behind. His tail immediately slid and coiled around my bare thigh.

Vejiita was still fully clothed, and I stood naked within his embrace. With a word, he could destroy me.

Instead, his mouth was on me, leaving wet trails, and his strong hands grasped and fondled my ass, his open palms sliding over all my curves. My lashing tail was caught and roughly stroked its full length, and I jerked as fire spilled up my spine. He laughed softly, and I made him kiss me again, tongues delving and stroking.

Something... It was absurd, but I began to feel a certain wildness under his hands, a sort of freedom in his grasp. Vulnerable, I was beginning to feel safe.

A hand trailed down my belly and brushed over my arousal so softly. I hadn't known Vejiita could ever be so gentle. Fingers delicately explored my cock as we kissed. He tickled me beneath and wouldn't let my mouth go so I could laugh. His tail was trailed up and down the cleft of my ass, making the need to laugh worse. I finally pulled away, but then all the mirth in me died as I looked into his face.

There was such avidness in his expression, such a predatory quality, that I felt my odd, playful lust dissipate between us. Warily, I stared back at him, my tail suddenly leaving him to curl defensively about my waist.

"How did I miss such beauty?" he said, stroking my face. There was a darkness in his tone that made my hands fall away from him.

"No, Kakarot," he murmured, reaching up to kiss my forehead. "You are mine. Touch me."

I didn't.

With a smirk, he pulled his training suit down, exposing a wide chest, a narrow waist, curvy hips, muscular thighs... I pulled my eyes away.

His tail cracked across my backside, making me jump and leaving a weal.

"Touch me," he growled, sucking at the base of my throat. It flashed through my mind how easy it would be, just then, for him to rip my throat out. And yet I lifted my chin, granting him more access, and I did touch him. My hands moved on their own, tracing the hard contours, playing over satin skin. Soft and hard, all at once.

I found myself cupping and squeezing his ass, playing with the tail that had just struck me. I ran fingers up his back and over his shoulders. I pinched and teased his nipples until they were hard, then ran my fingers over his hips. Naked flesh against naked flesh. It was divine.

I was obviously out of my mind. I didn't care. I brushed my erection up against him and hissed at the pleasure of it. He stood there, delicately kissing my throat, while my hands roamed, while I explored him, while I did what he told me to.

It was fine. It was obscene. I felt myself falling toward frenzy. I was without a compass in the midst of this storm.

"Please, Vejiita," I murmured. Where does this road lead?

He sank his teeth into my neck.

I knew it!!!