He shows such a diffrent face, Kakkarott.
However, I see right through him. I saw the glittering, feral lust in his eyes.
    I knew it the moment we first met. His hidden nature, the fire burning at the edges of that placid, dead mask.

    Such a liar, Kakkarott.  Always and forever a liar, to yourself, to everyone else. You're so ridiculous, and you don't even know it. Earth's strongest warrior, afraid to face himself!

    I sneer at you, as I watch the sweat glistening on your flushed skin.
You look over at me, your usual cheerfull mask in place, despite the blood and bruises.

    Inside, I ache for you. So alike, you and I ... so buried inside, under the rubbish we call normality, tightly wound togeather in our dual pain, our friendship.
 
    I find myself searching the hidden depths of your eyes, trying to find the pain lurking there. Your eyes... as I watch, are slowly becoming half-lidded. Startled, I turn my head with a slight snort, trying not to blush, to keep the heat of my passion from bubbling up into my face.

   I hear you step forward, and I bristle slightly, even as my knees go weak, even as my heart pounds faster... you place a hand on my shoulder, and I abruptly wish I wasn't wearing spandex.
   I twist rudely away from your touch, unable to voice my racing thoughts....

   Oh Kakkarott, how I wish you could just accept your saiya-jin instincts ... I need you so much, but I hate your refusal to see and feel the truth much more.

   I hear you growl low in your throat, and suddenly, you're holding me to you tightly, your lips brushing past my ear briefly before you  bury your teeth in my neck.
   I make a startled sound, my eyes slipping shut and then popping open.
    I don't know what to do, Kakkarott...
you're trying to force me to drop my mask by ripping your own off...
    I didn't... I never saw this coming. It's all I can think, over and over while you mark me as yours.
    "Vegeta no ouji... my prince, you WILL submit to me.," your voice is husky, velvet sliding over my flushed ears.
    I whimper and flush further with shame, feeling a dribble of my blood slipping from your
lips as you talk. Greedily, you lap it up, slick tongue swiping across my neck.
    "Ka-ka-...kakarott!,"I gasp, barely able to process what's happening....
    " Yes, Ve-chan," your reply is more of a statement than a question.
    "This...,"I swallow , allowing myself a mental sigh, knowing what I must do, to further
this game, to keep my mask intact, despite the momentary slip.
    "This is an OUTRAGE, Kakkarott! Begone, chikuchome!," I hiss harshly.
    I take a swipe at him, although there is no real force behind it.

    He narrows his eyes and growls ferally, everything in him suggesting a wild animal.
To run, as hard and fast as I can. Yet, I'm so drawn to him. I'm so goddamn aroused by this,
this incomparable display of animalistic beauty, of the dominance of the alpha wolf over the beta wolf....

    I don't know what damnation is going to send me to hell faster : my pride or my lust for Kakkarott.

    I can feel my heart beating through your mark, trying to escape,
stinging, a painfull reminder; to need is to be weak. It is better to have a heart unfettered by need then to have a heart at all. Does this mean I am heartless? Some would think so.
   
    However, Kakkarott, you know better. You always have.

    You rub your hardness onto me as you regain your hold on me, although truly in my heart it has never lessened, only grown.
   
    Snarling, you slide your hands down and grasp my hips, and I... I can only...
whimper mutely as our passion posesses me, tries to wipe my mind clean.

    You lift me up by my hips, bringing my mouth to yours in a lip crushing, soul searing kiss...
And my body almost releases as your penis bumps up against my entrance, you, for a lack of a better term, dry-humping me.

   I bite my lips down untill their bloody, defeating the howl that wanted to rip itself from me.

   I can't... I can't...no I can never... you don't... you won't...

   Tommorrow night, you won't watch the setting sun with me. You won't come inside with me and curl up by the fire. You'll just plaster that idiotic grin-mask on again and pretend...
pretend this never happenned.

   Hell, Kakkarott, will your mind even let you remember?

   Or will your body just remember? Will you come to me time and time again? Will I be tormented by a lover who is never there, yet always there, just out of reach?
   A waking sleep-walking?

   I can't... you won't truly claim me as yours. You will not ravish me, no matter how my flushed body demands it. My will is forged in steel...
however, so is my erection.