In Your Dreams: Chapter 65

It took every ounce of will power they collectively possessed to keep themselves seated long enough for the cake to be sliced and served to the guests. Taking off before everyone was sufficiently distracted would cause too much of an uproar, so it wasn't until each person began to stuff their face with cake and intoxicate themselves with wine that the two Saiyajins made their move.

They casually wove through the crowd, Vegeta looking straight again while Goku was polite enough to smile and nod his thanks as congratulations were sent their way. The younger Saiyajin locked eyes with ChiChi just as they cleared the tables, and he inclined his chin just slightly in Momoku's direction, silently asking that she look after his child while he was absent. His ex-wife's lips curled upward in a knowing smile, and she returned his gesture with a nod before turning back to her table mates.

With his daughter taken care of, Goku turned and once again focused on Vegeta, who had wrapped his hand around one of his wrists and was urging him forward at an increasingly fast pace. The prince's eagerness to depart from the party was apparent, and Goku couldn't help but chuckle as he was dragged around the front of Capsule Corp. It was only when the large structure completely shielded them from the guests' eyes that the older man's feet left the ground, and Goku let out a questioning 'hm' as he was led away from the city.

His mate's ebony orbs, which were full of amusement, locked with his own. ''Kakarotto, you didn't think we were going to spend our honeymoon at Capsule Corp, did you? How ridiculous.'' Vegeta snorted as he turned his head forward again, but Goku still caught the next words that tumbled from the prince's mouth, even over the rush of air that blew past his ears.

''Everyone would hear you screaming.''

A furious blush colored the younger man's face as his eyes widened and his jaw wordlessly opened and closed like a fish gasping for breath. Vegeta chuckled, and without even looking back to confirm the state his mate was currently in, he said, ''Close your mouth, Kakarotto. You'll catch flies.''

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Another twenty minutes elapsed before Vegeta began to descend, and Goku's eyes swept over the terrain below them as he followed. A two story wooden home had been placed among a wooded area. The ground gently sloped downward, the breeze bending the lush grass toward the lake that lapped at the shoreline a couple dozen yards away. The sun just barely managed to break through the dense canopy of trees that shrouded the house in shadow, the dabbling golden light dancing along its surface in random patterns as leaves swayed in the ever changing air current.

Goku's sensitive Saiyajin ears couldn't even detect the slightest indication that any human could be dwelling nearby---no roar of an engine, honk of a horn, shriek of a child--- only the sounds of nature. By the time his boots touched the soft ground, every muscle in his body had relaxed. His lips curled upward into a lazy grin as a serene calm washed over his very being, and he took a moment to enjoy the feel of cool mountain air whisping across his face before turning his gaze to Vegeta.

The prince seemed pleased by his mate's reaction, and he curled his arm around the younger man's waist before leading him toward the house at a leisurely pace. There were no words exchanged between the couple until they reached the wrap around porch, and Vegeta paused to swing the door open. He thrust his arm out as Goku started to step forward, however, blocking the entryway and bringing the other man to a stop. The younger Saiyajin arched a brow in confusion, but complied, patiently waiting for an explanation as to why we wasn't allowed to enter.

A teasing smirk appeared on the prince's face. ''Aren't I supposed to carry you over the threshold? It's tradition, is it not?''

Goku stared at his mate for a long moment before laughing openly and waving off the man's words with the flick of his wrist. ''No way, Vegeta. I'm not a gi----GAH!''

Before the younger Saiyajin could even finish his statement he found himself unceremoniously flung over the larger man's shoulder. The air whooshed from his lungs as he came down heavily on a hard shoulder pad, and his hands scrambled for purchase before settling themselves in the small of the other's back in order to brace himself. Black eyes darted to the side as an un-amused expression graced his face, but instead of the venomous objection he'd prepared to utter, a high pitched squeak tumbled from his lips when a gloved hand slapped his ass without shame.

The prince chuckled low in his throat as he trekked into the home's interior with his prize, pleased that his actions had silenced the torrent of complaints he knew his mate had been prepared to hurl at him---Not that he wouldn't have slapped that ass if he hadn't objected, but he was still pleased regardless.

''Don't think I don't know your eyes are on my ass too, Kakarotto. Just shut up and enjoy.''

Goku sputtered and flushed prettily as he forced his eyes away from the royal derriere he had indeed been admiring from his unique vantage point, and he instead turned his gaze up and away to take in some small details of the house as his kidnapper quickly traversed through the rooms. Unfortunately, by the time he actually began to pay attention they'd already reached the stairs, and aside from the winding staircase, he didn't get to see much.

Only seconds later Goku was grunting from the impact of being tossed onto a bed, and he blinked up at the man towering over him. Vegeta's eyes were focused on him in a predatory gaze, and a sharp fang was flashed when a devilish grin overtook his visage as the older Saiyajin peeled off his gloves and tossed them aside. Fingers quickly reached upward and unclasped the cape, and the heavy material crumbled around his feet, hitting the floor with an audible 'thud'.

Though nothing had really happened yet, Goku found himself already becoming aroused by the sight of his mate. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed across Vegeta's perfectly sculpted body, a fact that was obvious even hidden behind the armor. A sudden heat engulfed him as his fingers began to itch with the urge to touch the other Saiyajin, and he sat up on the bed, shuffling to the edge until the older man was situated between his spread thighs.

As much as he wanted to simply tear away the armor that encased the object of his desire, Goku knew the ceremonial attire meant something to his mate. It had been the King's---Vegeta's father. That made it precious, and keeping in accordance to such, the younger man's fingers carefully and respectfully danced across the chest plate lovingly before flipping open the clasps that held the armor together and enclosing around the straps that were hidden beneath the heavy shoulder pads. He tugged upward, though being seated; he was unable to attain the leverage needed to remove the armor. Vegeta smirked in amusement at the displeased frown that appeared on the younger man's lips, and he took pity on him by removing the object of his mate's vexation. He carefully set the heavy piece on the ground before toeing off his boots and kicking them aside.

In the two seconds it'd taken him to do so, Goku had already shed his own armor and boots, and he'd tossed them aside with less care than the prince had his own.

''Are we impatient?'' the prince teased as his auburn tail uncoiled from around his waist. He brought the appendage around his body and ghosted the tip across the sensitive flesh that adorned his mate's throat. A pleased rumble of approval sounded deep in his chest when Goku tipped back his head to give him better access, and Vegeta took full advantage of the blatant offer, placing a hand on each of the younger man's thighs as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to his mate's neck. The sharp intake of breath only urged him on as he peppered the erogenous area with kisses and increasingly firm swipes of his tongue, accompanied by nips from his teeth. He took pleasure with each mark his touch left on Goku, and his increasingly active tail squirmed and coiled in the air behind him as his mate's essence began to draw him into a state of aggrandized euphoria.

Vegeta's hands stroked and kneaded the firm thighs they rested on, and he could feel his mate's muscles contract as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. When he heard his name tumble from the younger man's lips in a raspy voice reserved only for intimate moments such as this one, he couldn't help but relinquish his claim on Goku's neck to instead dominate his mouth. Their kiss was gentle at first, the kind of kiss in which both participants took the time to savor and connect with the other, but when Goku's tail, which had begun to release its pungent and completely addicting scent of arousal, waved behind his mate's form, Vegeta let out a demanding snarl as he crushed their lips together. His hand splayed across his mate's chest and shoved him further back onto the mattress as he placed his knees on either side of the smaller man and pushed him onto his back.

They never broke their connection throughout the impressive maneuver, and Goku moaned into Vegeta's mouth to voice his approval, his hands coming up to bury themselves into the royal mane belonging to the man above him. Tongues clashed and tasted as their tails intertwined, squeezing and undulating around each other as if giving a mock performance of what was to come.

When the need for air became too great, Goku tossed his head back and drew a deep breath into his lungs, his hands dropping to his mate's back and kneading the hard muscle, savoring the feel of it as the prince's mouth traveled along his jaw line before sharp teeth captured his earlobe. The younger Saiyajin's eyes slid closed as the sensitive flesh was worried and teased, but never broken. He wasn't sure if Vegeta planned to draw blood, but the thrill of not knowing only proved to intensify the rush of adrenaline the suspense caused to flow through his body, further heightening his sensitivity to every touch, stroke, and squeeze his prince lavished upon him.

He wasn't sure how or when it happened, but when that mouth left his ear and he opened his eyes, Goku found that both he and Vegeta had been gloriously freed from all restrictions. The thin layer of spandex that had kept them separated had disappeared, most likely lying in piles on the floor; though Goku didn't care to turn his eyes away from Vegeta's visage to find out. He took in every inch of his lover with an adoring gaze, his eyes lidded as they traversed across scarred, but beautiful flesh pulled tight over hard muscle. The older man's chest heaved with each intake of air, and Goku reached up and lovingly traced his fingers along the contours of the prince's torso, delighting in the way his mate shivered beneath his touch and ever so slightly arched into him, silently asking for more. He knew the he was too proud to ask though, and the thought of his stubborn streak brought a smile to his lips.

''Look at that goofy smile. I'm beginning to think those two glasses of wine did go to your head.''

Goku's eyes managed to tear themselves away from his mate's chiseled chest to instead focus on Vegeta's amused expression. The teasing words had been spoken with a tone filled with affection, and it had thrown the younger man off for a moment. He wasn't used to hearing that kind of inflection in the prince's voice. When their eyes locked, however, he knew he hadn't been imagining things. The air rushed from his lungs as the intensity of Vegeta's love for him was forced onto him by the smoldering and open honesty he saw in his eyes, and Goku's heart pounded in his chest as he too was overwhelmed by a nearly unbearable amount of affection for his mate.

The prince must have known exactly what the other Saiyajin was feeling, because he gazed down at him reverently and offered him a genuine smile, shaking his head and snorting softly.

''Baka.''

Once again the older man leaned down and pressed his lips to Goku's as he settled his body along the length of the one below his own. The spark of pleasure the feel of uninhibited flesh against flesh produced fluffed their tails and sent chills down their spines, and their hips instinctively pressed forward as they sought out relief to the overgrowing pressure that coiled deep within their bellies. An almost desperate whine broke free from Goku's throat when Vegeta relinquished his claim of his lips, and he squirmed beneath the older man, spreading his thighs and bringing them upward in a clear invitation and message that he meant to hurry things along. His skin was glowing with perspiration and his cheeks were flushed with pleasure. He needed the other man.

Vegeta, likewise, did not need to be told twice. Seeing Kakarotto spread out below him and panting wantonly, so clearly offering him everything--- his body, mind, and even his soul--- it evoked an emotional response from deep within himself; something he'd never felt before for any living being.

It threatened to consume him.

He nearly choked as his heart constricted within his chest. The amount of love he had for his mate was immeasurable, and there had been a time when the very thought would have outraged him, disgusted him--- but not now. It felt right.

Shifting himself, Vegeta slid his thighs beneath Goku's, the motion effectively tilting the other's hips to just the right angle. He wrapped one arm around the smaller man's waist, and he snaked the other beneath his back, his fingers finding purchase on a shapely shoulder. The position brought the two Saiyajin's intimately close together, and Vegeta buried his face into the crook of Goku's neck and breathed in his intoxicating scent as he slowly eased his hips forward. He knew his mate's natural lubrication would have already slicked the way, and their current level of arousal more than prepared them for the act that was to come.

The prince tightened his grip on the other Saiyajin as the tip of his arousal slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle that guarded his mate's entrance, and he could feel Kakarotto's pulse against his cheek as he gently pressed forward, beating about as quickly as a hummingbird flapped its wings. Strong thighs wrapped themselves around his waist as he slipped inside, stretching his lover and filling him completely as he buried himself to the hilt.

Vegeta paused then and simply breathed. His eyes were shut tightly, his face still buried against Goku's neck. He listened, completely enthralled, as the younger man struggled to gain some sort of rhythm to his frantic pants. It pleased him to know that he could make the other Saiyajin lose control this way; though he knew his lover was more than capable of doing the same to him. He already had.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Vegeta felt Goku arch his back, freeing his tail enough to slide the appendage down the length of his spine before coiling it with an auburn twin. The sound of his name whispered desperately on the other's breath was enough to compel the prince into action, and he hissed between clenched teeth as he drew his hips back, bringing them forward again an instant later with enough momentum that it jerked them both forward. The strangled scream it tore from Goku's lips brought a satisfied smirk to Vegeta's face, and he quickly established a rhythm that sent pleasure coursing through their bodies like a surge of electricity.

The feeling of being inside the younger Saiyajin was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and he knew that if asked, he could never properly describe it with words. He never wanted it to end, and he never wanted to let go. Vegeta's skin tingled as Goku's fingers traced a path along his back. Sometimes his touch was soft and gentle, and others were rough, accentuated by nails digging into his flesh. The prince relished in it, drowning in everything that was Kakarotto. The heat of the man was indescribable, and each time a whimper or moan or scream tumbled from the other's throat, Vegeta found himself thrusting harder and with a greater purpose, wanting desperately to hear more, to bring his lover more pleasure, and to 'show' his mate what he could not put into words.

And as their tails tightened around each other and their muscles strained with their frenetic movement, Vegeta shifted, never breaking his rhythm, and wrapped his hand around Goku's straining arousal. The younger Saiyajin instantly responded, and he arched into the touch enthusiastically, moaning his approval at the welcomed attention. The prince pumped in pace with his hips, and it wasn't long before he felt his lover respond with release. The tightening muscle around his own member accompanied by Goku's scream of completion drew him to the precipice, and he bit down on the juncture of flesh that connected the neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth in deep as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

It seemed to take decades for his vision to return to him as his body fell lax and his muscles turned to jelly, but Vegeta was finally able to open his jaws and release his mate as he slowly broke their connection. A soft sigh drifted from Goku's lips as the prince ran his tongue over the bleeding mark on his shoulder, but his relaxed and carefree demeanor made it clear that he certainly hadn't minded the bite.

Once he staunched the flow, Vegeta shifted and rolled onto the bed beside his mate. His tail never broke its connection with Goku's, however, and a satisfied purr rumbled deep within his chest. For a long moment he simply basked in the afterglow, his eyes shut and mind all but silent. Everything seemed right in the world, and he couldn't remember another time when he'd ever been happier than he was that moment.

Then he opened his eyes.

At first everything seemed normal, but when he lazily turned his head to gaze at his mate, he was startled to find that he could see right through the other Saiyajin. He sat up abruptly and blinked several times, though Goku's visage only seemed to fade more and more. His mouth opened, but he could not force any words from his throat as he struggled to make sense of the strange phenomenon.

He watched as Goku opened his eyes and tilted his head in his direction. His brows immediately furrowed when he saw the prince's panicked facade, and he turned on his side and propped himself up on one elbow.

''Vegeta? What's wrong?''

The prince raised a hand toward the younger man, but he hesitated before touching him, afraid that any contact might make his mate disappear like smoke on the wind. Even his voice sounded far away.

''Y-You're fading, Kakarotto. That must have been the best fuck of my life, because I'm clearly going blind.''

Goku showed no signs of amusement at the statement. In fact, his brows shot up as a look of complete shock overtook his features, followed immediately by sadness so intense that it made Vegeta's heart ache. The younger man forced a small smile onto his lips and shook his head.

''No, Vegeta. You're not going blind. .....You're waking up.''

To be continue...