My Enemy, My Lover (A Short Story)

By The Moonlight

Tch. Next chapter NOW BITCH.

Vegeta awoke with a snort. A familiar scent accosted his nostrils. His body remembered the pleasure that had come from being touched by the hands of what prowled nearby, but an anxiety flooded his senses. He whined and slid off the bed, staring at the open door. He wondered why it was open; normally doors were closed, separating him from his suitor. Vegeta crept forward, sniffing the air cautiously. He was out there somewhere, but whether he was behind a door or not, Vegeta didn't know.

Experimentally, he let out a soft bark. Suddenly a huge, dark figure appeared at the end of the hallway. It huffed upon seeing Vegeta and shot forward. Vegeta yelped and scrambled back, going under the bed. He didn't know why he was scared of Goku right now, when every fiber in his body so desperately craved him, but he wasn't about to go against his instincts.

Goku growled, then quickly changed his tone. Purrs and croons tempted Vegeta. He peered under the bed, his eyes bright and patient, although filled with hunger and a dark need. He swished his tail, outputting even more pheromones. Pacing with a powerful swagger, Goku continued to coax and wheedle.

Vegeta was practically drooling as he watched Goku move. He was gorgeous, a perfect mate. The younger Saiyan noticed Vegeta's observations and sneered. He reared up, exposing his chest, and howled. Goku kept pacing. Tonight was the night. There was no pesky human, nor any barriers, coming between him and his prey. He backed away from the bed and rolled onto his back. He sat up enough to watch Vegeta, his face contorted in a sexy grin.

Vegeta could no longer deny his body's needs. He slowly pulled himself out of the shadows and crept toward Goku, whining and panting. Vegeta crawled onto Goku's lap; Goku gripped the other's narrow hips and thrust up to give the uke a taste of what was to come. Vegeta howled, and Goku's patience was finally spent. His clawed hands tore wildly at Vegeta's pants. Both were growling loudly now, one in mild warning and the other in desperation. When their clothing was little more than rags, Goku dived forward, knocking Vegeta off his lap and onto the floor. He buried his face between Vegeta's legs and his tongue and teeth attacked Vegeta's cock and balls.

Vegeta squealed in surprise at the rough treatment. He tried to kick at Goku, but the other was just too strong. He snarled in protest, yet howled in pleasure at the same time. When Vegeta finally stopped fighting him, Goku became more gentle, moving down to lap at his hole. Vegeta whined and tried to move, but Goku held him still. He lifted Vegeta's lower half clear off the floor and draped his legs over his broad shoulders. Goku's tongue moved leisurely and teasingly, stroking his leaking cock, playing with his balls, pressing into him. He thrust his tongue in and out, making noises to further arouse Vegeta. The older Saiyan was coming undone just with foreplay. This was going to be interesting.

Vegeta breathed heavily, one arm tossed over his eyes. He whimpered. There was no way he was going to make it through the night with his sanity intact. He was going to get his brains fucked out and he couldn't wait.

Goku curled his tongue, pushing in deeper. He just managed to brush something inside Vegeta that made the little Saiyan basically jump out of his grip, screaming in pleasure. Goku pulled away. Vegeta was ready for more. He shifted a few fingers inside Vegeta to replace his tongue, but his hand could go much deeper. After a moment, he found the spot again, but this time he was prepared. He rubbed it for a few moments. Vegeta came violently, his essence running down his stomach and chest. He howled, begging for more.

Goku was all too happy to oblige.

He set Vegeta on the bed and joined him. He pulled him so that Vegeta was straddling his hips, and he helped Vegeta slowly sink onto Goku's throbbing erection. Vegeta panted, gritting his teeth. Goku crooned encouragingly and ran his tongue along Vegeta's jaw. Soon Goku was literally balls-deep in his little mate. Vegeta's head was hanging, his eyes lidded and his mouth hanging open. He groaned softly, completely filled.