Death by Chocolate
Part 2
A lemon (my first) to celebrate my last days as a cake decorator.
Disclaimer: Don't own the DBZ boys, just want to borrow 'em…
Didn't think up the name of the cake…just want to play in it…
Pairing: Goku and Vegeta
Beware: Lemony, Chocolatey Goodness…SWEARING…ANGST…
In other words, just another day at the office for Das-chan

I step through the doorway, and head towards the kitchen. I don't look back at Vegeta. I'm so afraid he's about to bolt. I start in surprise as the lock slides shut. Oh Kami, he isn't going anywhere…what in hell am I supposed to do now?

…don't fuck it up…don't fuck it up…DO NOT FUCK THIS UP!! I just keep repeating that to myself. If I make a mistake here, I'll never get another opportunity to show him how I feel. That would be disastrous. For whatever reason, I love this man with all of my heart, and to lose him…I can't even think about what losing him would cost me.

I reach into the cupboard and pull out two mugs. I ask, "You want some tea?" No answer. I take it as an affirmative. I put water on to boil, spoon sugar into the cups, and throw in the tea bags…all without looking at Ouji. He's still standing, arms folded and glowering. I don't have to see him to know this. Vegeta is Vegeta.

His presence is commanding, even with my back turned I can feel the power rolling off of him…wait a minute, he's raised his ki? Kami, he's nervous…of me. The idea is laughable. I'm about as dangerous as a damn kitten. What must have happened, to make him so afraid of loving someone, I can't imagine. I don't want to. The flashes of his memories during our Fusion were enough to convince me of that.

I bite the bullet, finally turning around. I nearly faint, he's so unbelievably handsome. I chuckle slightly, thinking of Gohan and his fainting spells. Vegeta lowers his dark eyebrows, and scowls at me. "What's so damn funny?"

I shake my head, "No, not you, I was thinking about Gohan."

He raises one arched eyebrow. I love it when he does that. "Hn." Love that, too…

I take a moment just to look at him, standing there underneath the soft lights. Vegeta has a way about him…regal, yet defensive. I want to grab him up, hold him tight, and protect him from every evil thing. I want to stand beside him, even against the world.

He's looking at me suspiciously. I shake my head, as if to clear it. "Damn, don't know where I went…" I do this often, spacing out, so I guess he must be used to it. I motion for him to sit down. Now's my chance. "Hungry?"

"Hn." I take that as an affirmative as well. My idea is that if he doesn't start cursing or throwing things at my head, then it's a yes. For someone who talks so damn much on the battlefield, he says very little otherwise. To get a sentence out of him is like pulling teeth. I grab some plates out of the cabinet, two forks from the drawer, and set them down on the table. The teapot whistles, and I rush to pour it.

I bring the cups to the table and sit down across from Vegeta. His expression is guarded. I hand him his cup and begin to slice the cake. He doesn't stop me. Strange, that. Does he know that I know about the effect chocolate has on him? What if he doesn't know that I know, would he want me to know? If he wanted me to know then wouldn't I have already known…

My thoughts run along in that vein for some time. Most people believe me to be stupid, brain-damaged from the fall I had as a child. Partly true. It isn't that I don't think, it's that I think too damn much. I'm constantly thinking, about the oddest things, my mind refusing to stay still. Thoughts roam around in my head like …

"Kakarrot." That rich, dark voice pulls me back to reality. A ghost of a smile flickers across his face. It's so faint, I doubt that anyone else would even notice it. I know that face, though. I've memorized every plane, every line, every shift in expression. His eyes, they are the most incredible I have ever seen. Black, yes, but seemingly endless. I could lose myself in those eyes.

I hand him his plate and fork, and he begins eating slowly, meticulously…much as he does all things. I could sit here for an eternity and just watch him eat. Must be a Saiyan thing…

The phone rings. I nearly fall out of my chair. "I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. Who the hell is calling at this hour?" Vegeta doesn't answer, just continues chewing methodically. I reach over my head and snatch up the phone.

"Yeah?" I'm not surprised when I find out who's on the other line.

"Goku, it's Bulma."

"No shit."

"You busy?"

"Would it matter if I was?"

"Did he eat the damn cake, Goku?"

I didn't answer. He's getting this look…if he finds out that I've planned this…

"Goku…dammit…are you in bed with him right now?"

"No."

"Shit. Well, when?"

"Dunno. Why?"

"'Cause I want to watch, asshole…"

I burst out laughing. "I bet you do!!"

"No, really, I'm just concerned about Vegeta. He came by earlier to see the kids, and he was just so pitiful-looking. I don't know what you did to that man, but he's got it bad."

"Got what?" Vegeta is staring a hole right through me. Those infinite eyes seem to go straight to my soul.

"He's in love with you, idiot. Don't tell him I said that."

"I already know. Night, Bulma"

I hang up the phone, and stare down at the damn cake. Vegeta's eyes are cast down at his plate. I'm wondering if this was such a good idea. The silence is deafening, tension swirling between us. He wants to tell me something, needs to speak, but I don't think he knows how.

Finally I can't take it anymore. I stand up quickly and take my dishes to the sink. I run a nervous hand through my thick hair. Dammit, I don't know how to deal with Vegeta like this. I'm used to being dominated, hell, I rather like it. I don't know how to make the first move. And I'm scared that if I do, I'll frighten him away.

So I take the easy way out. I bail. Coward, I think. I wander out of the kitchen and into the living room. Damn, damn, damn. I turn on the TV and flop down on the couch. What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? This was a bad idea…

I'm sitting at the end of the couch, trying to think of a way out of this. I hear Vegeta place his dishes in the sink. He glides into the room and sits down WAY at the other end of the couch. He says nothing, and I say nothing. I don't even know what the hell we're watching. Some kind of animated…

What the hell?!?

A strange sensation. Vegeta's head…on my shoulder?!? I've obviously died and gone to heaven…

"Kakarrot," his voice is dusky, soft with…desire? Oh Kami, it's working. Slight fingers curl around my bicep, while his other hand reaches around my neck and pulls my face down to his. I look into his smoldering eyes and I'm lost. I lean forward and brush his lips with mine.

He chuckles softly, a low rumbling almost like purring…it sparks a fire deep in my belly. I bring my calloused hand to his cheek, stroking his surprisingly soft skin. "Vegeta…" I'm so damn nervous, but I have to continue. I move my lips across his mouth and down his stubborn jawline. His ears fascinate me. I spend a few moments nuzzling his neck. I pull away for a moment, and just look at him.

"You're beautiful," I hardly recognize my own voice. It's deeper, darker somehow. I sound like I've been drinking…hell, I'm very nearly drunk. He looks away from me, his long eyelashes shuttering his onyx eyes.

"Not that…never that…" he answers. I don't understand. How can he not see how incredible he is?

I take his face gently with both hands. He won't look at me. He's…ashamed? "Vegeta. I…shit…I don't have words for what I need to tell you…" He glances at me, his gaze questioning. "Baby…I…I just have to show you."

I lean toward him once again. I kiss his mouth, his nose, his forehead, his eyelids. I stroke his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth to my questing tongue. We kiss softly at first, tongues whispering against each other. Then things heat up.

My hands are roaming, and so are his. I feel gentle fingers graze my thigh and the game is nearly lost. My breath hitches, and he quickly moves his hand away. I take his wrist and wrap it around my neck. My turn. I'm drowning in the sweetness of his mouth, tinged with the dark taste of chocolate, but my hands move with a precision all their own.

I glide my hands across his chest, the softness of his cotton shirt in distinct contrast with the steel of his muscles. I brush my hand across his nipple, and this time he nearly stops breathing. He moans into my mouth, and I continue my teasing. I move my other hand from his neck and begin unbuttoning his shirt. "Too many damn buttons…" I growl.

He laughs softly. I nearly lose all control. My Vegeta, laughing. "Oh Kami, " He pulls me closer to him, claiming my mouth. I finally get his shirt unbuttoned, and I dip my head to taste the sweat beading on his chest. I throw his shirt into the kitchen…followed by my own. My mouth never leaves his, except to come up occasionally for air.

He lies back against the arm of the couch, dragging me with him. His limbs are sprawled over the edge of the couch, and I place my knee between them. My knee rubs against his erection, creating sweet friction. I place my hands to either side of his stomach and continue my exploration…

I follow my earlier route, laying soft kisses on his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, his chin…and then I go off the beaten track. I take his elegant hand in mine and kiss each fingertip, each knuckle, his palm, his wrists…I end up at the juncture between his strong shoulders and his graceful neck.

I can't decide what I like better, kissing or licking, so I do both. I continue my journey…southward. I spend an eternity just on his exquisite nipples, lapping and suckling first one then the other. His hand fists in my hair and he moves my head lower. "No, baby…not yet…be patient." He growls in frustration.

I slowly make my way down, trailing my tongue across his chiseled abs. I end my trip where bare skin meets black jeans. I kiss his belly one last time, and he arches his back. I trace my hands along his thighs, and he cries out softly. Finally, I stand away from him, legs tired from kneeling, and he sighs in disappointment.

This isn't our first time making love to one another. I know his body almost as well as I know my own. It's different, though, because for the first time in our relationship, Vegeta is putting himself in my power. I've never been allowed free rein to enjoy my Ouji's incredible body….I've gotta make up for lost time….

His eyes open reluctantly and he gazes at me, his face free of its familiar harshness. His eyes are cloudy with emotion and lust…his lips are slightly swollen from kissing. I marvel at how small he is. Well, smaller than me. He's by no means tiny. I want to laugh at the vision of us two big men splayed across the couch…I need room to work…"Baby…come on, let's go to bed."

I stretch out a hand and he takes it. I help him to his feet. His limbs are unsteady and trembling. I'm staggering under the weight of my desire. We barely take two steps before I pull him into another kiss. We make our way slowly down the hall, stopping at odd moments to grope each other.

I can't wait any longer. We reach the bedroom and I push him gently against the wall, kissing him senseless. "Kakarrot," he moans into my mouth. I unbutton his jeans, and slip a hand inside. He's painfully aroused, and my hand on his erection nearly sends him over the edge. I tease his tail gently with my other hand. I can't believe that he's actually letting me. He whispers softly, "Kakarrot….now…please."

His asking is nearly my undoing. I move both hands to his firm backside and pick him up. He's heavy, but I'm so ready that I hardly even notice his weight. Somehow we make it to the bed. I sit down on the edge of the bed. I haul him close, between my legs.

I slide his tight jeans from his body. I move as if to go to my knees, but Vegeta stops me.

"No. Let me." My vision fades, and I nearly black out . I can't handle this… If he goes down on me, I'll die. I know it. I'll just fucking die…

"OH KAMI!!" I scream as his delectable mouth closes around my already aching arousal. He chuckles deep in his throat and the vibrations echo through my body. I'm barely holding on, his gentle hands are driving me to the brink. I had no idea what true pleasure was before this moment.

My hips buck, I want something, dammit, anything. Whatever it is, I want it NOW. Vegeta places steadying hands on my thighs and rises to his feet. NO, NO, NO!! I'm so eager and then he just stops…."Vegeta?" I whine.

"Shh. Do you want me or not?" he asks, almost shyly.

"What? Yes, please," my voice is uneven from unsatisfied lust. Want? We've gone beyond my simply wanting him. The yearning I feel is bone-deep, not just physical, but in my soul.

I accept his invitation. I place my Ouji in the center of the bed, then remove my pajama bottoms. There is no moonlight, but the lights from the hallway softly filter into the room. I look him over appraisingly, and he does the same to me. My breathing becomes more labored just looking at him.

He is so completely gorgeous. I know that my looks are sorely lacking, especially against the stunning Ouji. Physically striking, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. My foremost thought is just how much I want to wrap those incredible legs around my back.

I crawl onto the bed, and begin kissing his mouth. I use one arm to brace myself. I put one hand on Vegeta's length and begin stroking, stoking his lust. I straddle his body, our erections pressing against each other. The feeling is indescribable. I want to prepare him, so terrified at the idea of hurting him. I kneel between his legs and lift his hips, kissing his soft belly as I do. I attempt to slide one finger into his entrance, but he stops me. "No. Just do it."

"Vegeta, I don't want to hurt you."

"I need you to."

I'm still wet from his earlier attentions, I hope it's enough. I'm unsure, but I'm also incredibly aroused at the idea. Something primal, something very Saiyan stirs within me. I want him, and I want to take him. Right now. I position myself against his opening and push gently…then not so gently. I slam into his body with all the force of my lust and he moans, whether in pain or pleasure, I can't say.

He is incredibly warm and tight. I feel like I've come home. The contractions of his inner muscles work with his loud cries to drive me insane. I don't want to move, but I have to. I slide gently in and out of his delicious warmth, in a rhythm as old as time.

His head rocks from side to side, hands fisting in he sheets. With every stroke he arches his back pulling me deeper. I tilt his hips upward and a scream rips his throat. "SON!!"

Oh sweet Kami…he called me Son. The idea of Vegeta having a pet name for me is more exciting than anything we've done so far. He's surrendered to me, completely and utterly. In this one exquisite moment I see a Vegeta I've only ever imagined. Loving, vulnerable, and so unbelievably sexy. I throw my head back and shout "VEGETA!!"

I come in long, pulsing stokes, nearly desperate in my intensity. He isn't far behind me. My heart is pounding so loudly I can almost hear it. I slide my length from his body, and collapse beside him. I pant, lungs grasping for air.

The feeling of loss is almost unbearable. I'm dying. I'm dead. The beauty of our lovemaking is tinged with sadness. I had to resort to trickery to see this moment.

I close my eyes, dozing off. I'm awakened by my own screaming…

"YEOW!!!!!!"

"What is it?" Vegeta yells.

I jump out of bed trying to stop the pain in my leg. "Shit, shit, leg cramp, shit. Ow Ow Ow Ow…" I hop around the room holding my calf, trying to relax the tense muscle.

He's sitting up on his elbows glaring at me. Suddenly, his imperious face dissolves into helpless laughter. His large shoulders shake, and his eyes well with tears. He laughs so hard he has to sit up, holding his sides. "Son, stop! Don't make me laugh!!"

Twice he's called me by that name. I stand very still, pain forgotten. I do not want to lose this moment. If I never take another breath, I could die happy, just seeing him this way. I'm wet, sticky, but I hardly notice. I want…I want my Ouji. I edge beside him and kiss his sweet lips. This time, I let him take me…

We end up in a pile at the foot of the bed. I whisper in his ear, "I love you."

He answers gruffly, "No you don't. It just seems that way."

"I know how I feel Vegeta. I just gotta convince you. Hmm…I know…I could write sonnets." My voice is low.

He snorts at that, "You…write sonnets…"

"Yeah. About your eyes. I could write an "Ode to Ouji-sama's Eyes.""

"Please. It would be damned short. How many ways can you say, "His eyes are black.""

"Let's see. I've gotta think about it. Dark, murky, shadowed, obsidian, onyx, ebony, jet, sable, umm…I know there are more, obscure, clouded, dusky…wait, I'm not finished…deep, inky…"

He says, "Enough. I get the idea. No sonnets, Kakarrot."

"I'll sing for you…I'll quote poetry…"

His sarcastic tones, "You know poetry. I've got to hear this, "

"What do ya think I did in Heaven all that time without you? King Kai got so tired of me mooning around over my Ouji, he sent me to go talk to the old poets. I've read so damn many love poems I could teach a class.'

"Bullshit. Prove it."

"Okay…let me see…gotta think of a good one…how's this? Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore, my love was infinite, if spring make it more." I rumble.

He stares into my eyes. He raises his proud face toward mine and kisses me gently. He lays his head on my chest, "You realize that I still have to throttle you for this."

"Maybe." A vision enters my mind. Eating chocolate cake from that deliciously carved stomach…

"Don't even think about it." Vegeta's harsh voice, shaded with amusement

Shot down…"No cake?" I pout.

"NO"

"Well then, do you want some hot chocolate?" I ask hopefully.

"Go to hell, Kakarrot." He's not playing. The effects of the chocolate have worn off almost entirely.

I imagine I really am gonna get my ass kicked, so I might as well go all out. I murmur into his ear, "I've already been there, love. They tried to tell me it was Heaven, but I knew better."

He lifts an eyebrow in question.

"You weren't there." He rewards me with a smile, a very small smile. I would kill to see that smile…

"Go to sleep, Son."

Hours later, I awaken as Vegeta rolls away from my side. He curls up into a ball, his face turned from me. In sleep, his face is so serene, it causes my breath to freeze in my lungs. I spin towards him, and draw him closer to me. I nuzzle at his neck.

"Go 'way" he growls.

I suppose I'd better. He's gonna be pissed when he wakes up. I go take a quick shower, then stroll to the kitchen to make some coffee. As I fill the pot with water, I glance into the sink…

WHAT?!?

Vegeta's plate from the night before…and on it, a slice of cake with only three bites taken out of it. It can't be. There's no way in hell that incredibly small amount of chocolate was enough to alter his mood.

Then what the hell was THAT…

"Kakarrot." Vegeta's familiar arrogant tones behind me. I am in a huge amount of shit. I turn around slowly, a big, innocent smile plastered on my face.

"Uhh…hi, Vegeta…" He slinks toward me, still naked, so incredibly desirable. His tail swishes back and forth, hypnotic in its rhythm. Vegeta stops in front of me, his auburn tail winding around my thigh.

I open my mouth to explain, and he places one elegant finger on my lips. "Hush…I'm not angry…not really…"

"Now, Vegeta, I wasn't…"

"Kakarrot, do keep in mind, I'm far too old a cat to be fooled by a kitten. I know what you were trying to do…don't worry, your punishment shouldn't hurt too much…"

I swallow audibly, "Punishment?"

He unwraps his tail from my thigh, and takes my wrist, "Come along now, Kakarrot. Prepare to meet your fate…."

I follow behind him obediently…anything for my Prince…but I need to let him know, "Vegeta. I don't want anything more from you than you can give me."

Suddenly he becomes solemn. "Son…I'll give you all I can. Just…be patient with me…"

The end…?!?