Inali

Chapter 6

The awakening had been the best. A life of wars had given him very light sleep and he did not remember the last time he had really slept.

Vegeta realized this had never happened since he left for the war.

He sighed, breathing in that scent of serenity and sweetness. He blinked at his eyes feeling observed, finding Goku lying next to him under blankets and furs, his face still a little bruised but a relaxed expression.

"Hey." whispered the Prince Consort, touching his cheek with a fingertip, lowering himself on him like a cat and rubbing the tips of their noses together.

"Were you watching me sleep?" he asked, forcing himself to be a little suspicious, he realized that in other situations he would not have slept and would have already cut the throat of a person who was watching him in his sleep - coming so close to him.

Goku blushed. "Yes, sorry. I didn't want to wake you up, you have such a peaceful face when you sleep..." he murmured, snuggling between the pillow and the body of the oldest Saiyan.

Vegeta took the opportunity to hug him and run his fingers over his back, looking for wounds: the skin was still uneven and would have remained if they hadn't acted quickly. He had always liked scars, in Saiyan culture they are a symbol of strength and Goku was not without them, his body had old and light faded white lines that stood out only for the complexion of Captain.

Vegeta had licked and kissed every scar on his body over the months and as much as they made the story of that body more interesting... the realization that to get a scar meant he had to be in pain hit him like a punch to the nerve endings.

He had had Goku's unconscious body in his arms - aching and bleeding and still his first thought was his soldiers and the Prince of the Saiyans, but never himself. He had closed his eyes only when Vegeta had reassured him.

The fingers caressed the lower back, away from the tail scar and this reminded Vegeta that he had to reveal so much to the other... he wondered if after discovering the truth about his origins Goku would still accept himself. And what did it mean for their... situation?

Vegeta likes the current one, he likes how Goku was lying half over him like a big puppy purring on his chest in delight.

The weight of Goku was almost nil and not only for the Saiyan strength... the first time he had noticed this Vegeta he had been annoyed by such a concern. He now he couldn't push it away.

A saiyan eats a lot, did Goku eat enough?

Goku groaned against his skin, rubbing his face along the junction of his neck with lazy heat. "It feels so good here... I don't remember the last time I felt like this..." confessed the younger. "Thanks for all. You shouldn't have bothered but... I appreciate it so much... I really..." Goku whispered, climbing up and continuing to kiss his neck, jaw, chin... lips, tilting his head and panting slightly. "You're so good Vegeta, maybe too good for me... allow me to be good for you, oh my Prince..." he licked his lips and smiled with those sugar lips.

Vegeta's inner beast growled, ready to let out its claws and canines and bite into this creature that was giving itself so beautifully.

He growled and Goku meowed softly in response as he hugged him reversing their positions, lying on his back and bringing him on top of him, between his creamy thighs.

Vegeta's eyes could be tinged with red, he admired the warrior: his tail wagging and swollen as well as his own cock ready to drip. Goku gave him a look everywhere and licked his lips.

The gesture made Vegeta grunt and grabbed the young man's wide hips beneath him, ready to mark him, ready to... to...

Vegeta froze.