lemon crap bunny... warning: yaoi
The two saiyans sat together, in silence. Tonight was Kakarot’s day off and he was planning on spending time with the Ouji. It was Thursday, and every Thursday was his day with the Ouji. It was his time to get away from people and their bullshit. He also pondered the mere thought of why this royal saiyan would come and see this third class idiot, with a shit apartment, no money, and a crap job with crap benefits.
His “job” was rather strange, however, a job is a job, and he needed the money. The economy wasn’t very efficient on planet Vegeta-sei, and jobs were hard to come by. His brother and father left to go work under Freiza, leaving him jack squat. He dropped out of high school and joined the army, and then dropped out of that. Sure he liked it and all, but that isn’t what he wanted to do. He really had no idea what he wanted to do in his life. All he knew, right now, right here, he wanted to spend his time talking to Vegeta no Ouji, his lord, and his prince.
He was a cage dancer. He danced for people at those exotic bars. He was quite good at it, but it didn’t make him happy. He could entertain the people; sure, collect his tips, which wasn’t much. Cheap bastards. The other day he had a shitty customer that refused to follow the rules and kept touching him. He finally had to scream at the man to stop touching him before he was kicked out.
It was a routine. Simple, boring, and non-changeable. Until that day, the day that his world came crashing down on him. When he looked through the crowd, and when he saw someone royal stalk through that very crowd, coming for him. The Prince of Saiyans had come looking for him. He was so nervous; he thought he’d piss himself. What would he do if he messed up? Did the Ouji want a lap dance? However, that is what confused him the most. The Ouji asked nothing more than a conversation with the black-haired beauty.
They talked, they laughed, and they had fun. Together. Kakarot had never expected the Ouji to be so… nice. Well, to him anyways. Every Thursday the Ouji would come in to his bar and find him. They’d go to a private room and chat for hours on end, or when Kakarot had to go because he had a customer.
On this Thursday, his boss gave him the day off, because he knew that every Thursday was his day with the Ouji. And now, here they were, together… and alone.
Kakarot had grown very fond of his Ouji, and had enjoyed every moment with him. Vegeta was only nice to him, and he smiled at that. He noticed that he was very hard to people he didn’t know, or didn’t like. Perhaps what he liked about the Ouji is he treated him like a person, and not a whore, or some exotic dancer waiting to be fucked by a royal of high class. Never had the Ouji made a pass at him, never had he forced himself upon Kakarot.
Kakarot respected his future king with so much respect; he thought that it was impossible to do so. He came to a thought that always ran through his mind, but always pushed it away. Yes, he was in love with his prince. He blushed slightly at the thought as he sat with that said prince, while watching something on the small screen TV in front of them.
The time:
9:15 pm.
Vegeta will be leaving soon. His heart made a slight aching pain in his chest at the thought. He didn’t want him to leave. He wanted to sit here forever with his prince. Taking a breath, he looked at Vegeta. He studied his face, his eyes, eyebrows, hair, everything. The man was truly beautiful. He closed his eyes, wishing for anything to happen, but most of all for him to stay.
“Kakarot.” He heard his voice. His name on Vegeta’s lips. He didn’t answer it though. “Kakarot.” It was said with a little more volume this time.
He opened his eyes and looked directly into Vegeta’s eyes. He had the sudden urge to grab him and kiss him. That urge was his instinct screaming at him, and so he did. He reached forward, titling his head a little, and lightly pressing his lips to those of his prince.
Kakarot heard a gasp as he lightly kissed Vegeta on the lips, nipping and feeling with his own. He brought up a hand to cup the back of the prince’s neck, shifting into a more reachable position. Slowly, he traced his tongue along the other saiyan’s lips, asking for permission. A small moan was admitted when his wish was granted, and he carefully dipped his tongue into Vegeta’s mouth, questing, and mapping out the hot mouth.
His tongue was met, almost shyly, and he pulled the prince closer as he kissed him deeper, twirling around the other tongue.
Kakarot’s hands slid down the Ouji’s clothed back, slipping through the soft cotton material. The other saiyan’s own hands started to roam as well, wrapping them around the slim waist of the black-haired saiyan. Their kiss deepened further. Suddenly, Kakarot found himself sitting in Vegeta’s lap, his legs straddling the prince’s thighs.
“Vegeta…” He whispered breathlessly, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around his prince’s neck for support, nuzzling the side of his face, and inhaling the rich musky scent of the royal saiyan.
Vegeta purred into his ear, gliding his hands up and down Kakarot’s back, stroking the muscled thighs and back up his sides. His reward was Kakarot’s light panting, and soft purring, even a little buck of the hips was admitted as he gripped the other saiyan’s ass.
Kakarot opened his eyes and saw a lush auburn tail wave lightly in the air. Reaching out and grabbing it lightly, he placed a nailed finger at the tip, slightly ruffling the fur, causing delicious sounds from the other saiyan. His eyes glazed with lust and love for his prince. He wanted to pleasure his Ouji so badly, he’d do anything for him. His purr increased, mixing with Vegeta’s own fierce purr.
Kakarot released the tail and sat up to stare down at Vegeta. What he saw there made his heart skip, as he saw love and compassion, for him.
Soon clothes were shed, and naked bodies glistened in sweat as the two saiyans panted for more contact. Vegeta shifted so he had Kakarot atop of his stomach, and his face flushed as he grasped the swollen member. He began to pump slowly, slightly squeezing the base.
Kakarot gasped, but did nothing to stop the prince’s actions. He put his arms on the arm of the couch for support. He closed his eyes, enjoying Vegeta’s touch. He absently felt Vegeta’s own erection beneath him and wondered what it would be like to be taken. Truth be told, he’d never taken a man, nor has a man taken him. So he just wasn’t really sure what to do, but follow his instincts. He looked down at Vegeta and saw that he was indeed enjoying this as much as he was. He felt wet kisses and light suction to his chest, as his nipples were teased as peaked.
“Kaka… rott…” The prince rumbled. The prince had enough, he was about to explode and he needed to gain more friction to at least take some pressure off his aching erection. He lifted the larger man, and positioned him on top of himself, and slowly slid him down. The head of his cock entered the other man’s entrance slowly, pushing lightly.
Kakarot winced as he felt the invasion. He had heard about it being painful, and knew that people usually prepare them before entering, but he knew all too well that Vegeta wasn’t a patient man, and took what he wanted. He gasped as more of the prince filled him, and he was being stretched to his limits. It hurt, oh god did it hurt!
He felt Vegeta’s hands hold his hips as he filled him to the hilt. He did not move, he waited for Kakarot to get adjusted to the feeling. Unlike Kakarot, he knew what it felt like to be taken, and it did hurt, and he wanted Kakarot’s first time to be pleasurable and enjoyable. He leaned up and kissed Kakarot’s forehead, whispering encouraging words.
Kakarot’s arms wrapped tightly around the prince’s neck, and he moaned as he felt Vegeta retreat from inside of him, only stopping until the tip of his member was in, and slowly pushing back in. Kakarot gasped and rocked his hips forward, meeting him half way. He never thought that it’d feel this so incredibly good, but yet slightly painful at the same time. It felt so good. So good to be taken, even used, so long as he had this moment to treasure, and hold dear.
Kakarot heard a loud moan, whether it was from him or not, he didn’t know, all he felt was a fierce pleasurable touch, as his tail was stroked by those strong hands. He was teased and stroked, on the verge of insanity, but he loved every minute of it. Inside and out.
“Vegeta! Hnnn…” Kakarot’s deep purr increased as he was brought to heaven and back by his wonderful prince.
“Ka… karot…” Answered an equal purr.
The prince picked up a faster pace, rocking his hips up and meeting Kakarot, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Screams of pleasure filled waves filled the room as the saiyans intensified their love making.
**
This thing sucks, so I might consider revising it. Maybe I can get my beta reader to help me. Hn...
~Celipa
His “job” was rather strange, however, a job is a job, and he needed the money. The economy wasn’t very efficient on planet Vegeta-sei, and jobs were hard to come by. His brother and father left to go work under Freiza, leaving him jack squat. He dropped out of high school and joined the army, and then dropped out of that. Sure he liked it and all, but that isn’t what he wanted to do. He really had no idea what he wanted to do in his life. All he knew, right now, right here, he wanted to spend his time talking to Vegeta no Ouji, his lord, and his prince.
He was a cage dancer. He danced for people at those exotic bars. He was quite good at it, but it didn’t make him happy. He could entertain the people; sure, collect his tips, which wasn’t much. Cheap bastards. The other day he had a shitty customer that refused to follow the rules and kept touching him. He finally had to scream at the man to stop touching him before he was kicked out.
It was a routine. Simple, boring, and non-changeable. Until that day, the day that his world came crashing down on him. When he looked through the crowd, and when he saw someone royal stalk through that very crowd, coming for him. The Prince of Saiyans had come looking for him. He was so nervous; he thought he’d piss himself. What would he do if he messed up? Did the Ouji want a lap dance? However, that is what confused him the most. The Ouji asked nothing more than a conversation with the black-haired beauty.
They talked, they laughed, and they had fun. Together. Kakarot had never expected the Ouji to be so… nice. Well, to him anyways. Every Thursday the Ouji would come in to his bar and find him. They’d go to a private room and chat for hours on end, or when Kakarot had to go because he had a customer.
On this Thursday, his boss gave him the day off, because he knew that every Thursday was his day with the Ouji. And now, here they were, together… and alone.
Kakarot had grown very fond of his Ouji, and had enjoyed every moment with him. Vegeta was only nice to him, and he smiled at that. He noticed that he was very hard to people he didn’t know, or didn’t like. Perhaps what he liked about the Ouji is he treated him like a person, and not a whore, or some exotic dancer waiting to be fucked by a royal of high class. Never had the Ouji made a pass at him, never had he forced himself upon Kakarot.
Kakarot respected his future king with so much respect; he thought that it was impossible to do so. He came to a thought that always ran through his mind, but always pushed it away. Yes, he was in love with his prince. He blushed slightly at the thought as he sat with that said prince, while watching something on the small screen TV in front of them.
The time:
9:15 pm.
Vegeta will be leaving soon. His heart made a slight aching pain in his chest at the thought. He didn’t want him to leave. He wanted to sit here forever with his prince. Taking a breath, he looked at Vegeta. He studied his face, his eyes, eyebrows, hair, everything. The man was truly beautiful. He closed his eyes, wishing for anything to happen, but most of all for him to stay.
“Kakarot.” He heard his voice. His name on Vegeta’s lips. He didn’t answer it though. “Kakarot.” It was said with a little more volume this time.
He opened his eyes and looked directly into Vegeta’s eyes. He had the sudden urge to grab him and kiss him. That urge was his instinct screaming at him, and so he did. He reached forward, titling his head a little, and lightly pressing his lips to those of his prince.
Kakarot heard a gasp as he lightly kissed Vegeta on the lips, nipping and feeling with his own. He brought up a hand to cup the back of the prince’s neck, shifting into a more reachable position. Slowly, he traced his tongue along the other saiyan’s lips, asking for permission. A small moan was admitted when his wish was granted, and he carefully dipped his tongue into Vegeta’s mouth, questing, and mapping out the hot mouth.
His tongue was met, almost shyly, and he pulled the prince closer as he kissed him deeper, twirling around the other tongue.
Kakarot’s hands slid down the Ouji’s clothed back, slipping through the soft cotton material. The other saiyan’s own hands started to roam as well, wrapping them around the slim waist of the black-haired saiyan. Their kiss deepened further. Suddenly, Kakarot found himself sitting in Vegeta’s lap, his legs straddling the prince’s thighs.
“Vegeta…” He whispered breathlessly, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around his prince’s neck for support, nuzzling the side of his face, and inhaling the rich musky scent of the royal saiyan.
Vegeta purred into his ear, gliding his hands up and down Kakarot’s back, stroking the muscled thighs and back up his sides. His reward was Kakarot’s light panting, and soft purring, even a little buck of the hips was admitted as he gripped the other saiyan’s ass.
Kakarot opened his eyes and saw a lush auburn tail wave lightly in the air. Reaching out and grabbing it lightly, he placed a nailed finger at the tip, slightly ruffling the fur, causing delicious sounds from the other saiyan. His eyes glazed with lust and love for his prince. He wanted to pleasure his Ouji so badly, he’d do anything for him. His purr increased, mixing with Vegeta’s own fierce purr.
Kakarot released the tail and sat up to stare down at Vegeta. What he saw there made his heart skip, as he saw love and compassion, for him.
Soon clothes were shed, and naked bodies glistened in sweat as the two saiyans panted for more contact. Vegeta shifted so he had Kakarot atop of his stomach, and his face flushed as he grasped the swollen member. He began to pump slowly, slightly squeezing the base.
Kakarot gasped, but did nothing to stop the prince’s actions. He put his arms on the arm of the couch for support. He closed his eyes, enjoying Vegeta’s touch. He absently felt Vegeta’s own erection beneath him and wondered what it would be like to be taken. Truth be told, he’d never taken a man, nor has a man taken him. So he just wasn’t really sure what to do, but follow his instincts. He looked down at Vegeta and saw that he was indeed enjoying this as much as he was. He felt wet kisses and light suction to his chest, as his nipples were teased as peaked.
“Kaka… rott…” The prince rumbled. The prince had enough, he was about to explode and he needed to gain more friction to at least take some pressure off his aching erection. He lifted the larger man, and positioned him on top of himself, and slowly slid him down. The head of his cock entered the other man’s entrance slowly, pushing lightly.
Kakarot winced as he felt the invasion. He had heard about it being painful, and knew that people usually prepare them before entering, but he knew all too well that Vegeta wasn’t a patient man, and took what he wanted. He gasped as more of the prince filled him, and he was being stretched to his limits. It hurt, oh god did it hurt!
He felt Vegeta’s hands hold his hips as he filled him to the hilt. He did not move, he waited for Kakarot to get adjusted to the feeling. Unlike Kakarot, he knew what it felt like to be taken, and it did hurt, and he wanted Kakarot’s first time to be pleasurable and enjoyable. He leaned up and kissed Kakarot’s forehead, whispering encouraging words.
Kakarot’s arms wrapped tightly around the prince’s neck, and he moaned as he felt Vegeta retreat from inside of him, only stopping until the tip of his member was in, and slowly pushing back in. Kakarot gasped and rocked his hips forward, meeting him half way. He never thought that it’d feel this so incredibly good, but yet slightly painful at the same time. It felt so good. So good to be taken, even used, so long as he had this moment to treasure, and hold dear.
Kakarot heard a loud moan, whether it was from him or not, he didn’t know, all he felt was a fierce pleasurable touch, as his tail was stroked by those strong hands. He was teased and stroked, on the verge of insanity, but he loved every minute of it. Inside and out.
“Vegeta! Hnnn…” Kakarot’s deep purr increased as he was brought to heaven and back by his wonderful prince.
“Ka… karot…” Answered an equal purr.
The prince picked up a faster pace, rocking his hips up and meeting Kakarot, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Screams of pleasure filled waves filled the room as the saiyans intensified their love making.
**
This thing sucks, so I might consider revising it. Maybe I can get my beta reader to help me. Hn...
~Celipa