They met again, in that clearing in the woods. The one the younger swore up and down looked like a bad scene out of "Silver Bullet". With the dip in the ground and the small pond nearby that provided their little clearing with the perfect, thick, cold blanket of fog. You expected to hear a howl right behind you, to feel those perfectly curved claws clamp onto your back. You expected to feel death's talon dig deeply in your skin and yank out hunks of sinewy flesh. It was on nights like this that their true nature shown through in their luminous eyes. When the beasts they both locked so deep inside surfaced and they were not but primal creatures intent on heeding the siren's song pull the moon drove into them.

A kiss, a touch, a flirtatious stare to hold at bay the lustful creature that wanted to rear up and strike them both down. A couple converged in the woods that night under Phoebe's full gaze. Lean, strong arms wrapping around a toned waist. Deft hands slowly taking in the whole of his lover's being.

A moan broke the stillness. Or was it even a moan? Just some primal sound like a rutting animal calling for its mate. The younger continued to make this frantic sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl as plush warm lips covered his own. He allowed himself to be laid flat, like a sacrifice to the unblemished silver orb above them, in the mystic fairy ring. The perfect circle of lush grass, so much fuller and with such a touch of silk that no other spot in the forest could compare.

And such intense scrutiny from his lover. Their scandalous secret out in the open for anyone who happened to chance the woods this night. Archaic eyes that burned to the very core of his soul as rough hands ripped mutely at the buttons of his shirt. Somewhere in the very back of his mind he knew he should be mad. His mate had carefully picked that shirt out for him, a special gift made more so by the fact his true lover was wary of all humanity. But those eyes, those eyes that burned like hell fire, and those hands. Hands so large and wonderfully textured as they ran the expanse of him. As they teasingly lingered over the hardened nubs that stood out like proud reminders of the cold, and the longing, and forbiddeness of it all.

There they were; those shiny, golden reminders of his betrayal to the one he swore forever to. Glaring in the moonlight yet hidden by the fog. Just barely visible to his heavily lidded eyes. They mocked him oh so sweetly. They told the story of so many of their brethren that had gone before them. We're here, they cried gleefully, we'll always be here! We'll always be there to remind you of the bastard you truly are for this.

Damn those hands! Those swift and sensuous hands. The hands that were making no more than phantom touches flicker acrossed his exposed torso. The light touch of a single finger tracing a line down his chest, pressing lightly to circle his navel. Then the teasingly slow agony of nails just briefly racing back up his sculpted chest. And oh, damn him again as they pinched down hard on the already agitated nipples.

A finger began to trace the curve of his graceful neck. It dipped into the hollow, pressed hard and swiftly moved, and the tangy scent of garish red liquid presented itself to their astute senses. And, like a predator feasting, his lover lowered those ravenous lips to the wound and began to drink deeply of what he had done. He whimpered, whined, and squirmed under the body above him as strong teeth latched on to that delicate skin and began to mar it.

"Unn hrmmm nmm, please. Oh, God, please," a whispered prayer, a plea frothing forth from convulsing lips. Wanting it so badly. Wanting to be full. Wanting two bodies to be one under this blanket of mist. Surely they were moon struck but thank you Hectate for your moon given madness.

"Are you sure," his lover's old eyes boring into him again. It was far too hot under that stare. Even in the cool bliss of the night he felt heated, his clothing itched, it would have to go.

And once again they rose up into the blanket of vapor. Into their purgatory as they transcended heaven and hell. And the itch! It burned and crept acrossed his covered skin so much he howled in agony as he began to fiercely shred the garments from his being. Tatters of leather that had been his belt, strips of denim, and black silk confetti began to litter the ground.

His companion simply smirked as he tantalizingly lifted the T-shirt over his head and dropped the neatly folded bundle to the ground. Black denim revealed inch by slow inch the powerful calves and thighs he long after. No underwear, so very typical of his tryst. So very damned typical.

The black, skeletal husk of a tree loomed from the mists, offering the shelter of its leafy cover. Offering to keep their secret, to always keep their secret, as it had every moon before this. The worn texture of the bark as he was pushed against it, the same yet different from every time before.

It promised to leave evidence of their encounter. It promised this with the firm way it dug into his back as he was lifted off his feet. As he clung to it to stay upright it marked him with red anger.

His legs wrapped firmly around his lover's waist and his sex brushed teasingly against the nakedness of the other's stomach. A hissing gasp as one dew covered finger found its way into him to be joined by a second and a third. He could feel them moving inside the tight heat, stretching the tense muscles. And his eyes watered for the want of longing as he mewled and began to push himself up and down on the friendly digits. He began to thrust down harder to draw them deeper into him, to sate the beast's hunger. And he felt so wonderfully warm as his member was drug around the others abs and his lust was stroked from the inside.

The other's eyes were clouded with lust as he watched his young lover get off. How the younger's perfect little mouth fell open in a testament to what this was doing to him. How his lithe, sweat covered frame tensed as he drew near his climax. The muscles that squeezed his fingers pleadingly as he rode on the crest of wave after wave of convulsive bliss. The liquid stained silver by the moon's pure light as it burst forth onto his bare torso.

A purely heathonistic smile graced the elder's features as he pushed the younger into a more vulnerable position. His legs and arms wrapped around the trunk of the tree like pale snakes as he clung for all it was worth to the ancient wood. And the elder teasingly pushed into him. At first thrusting so only the very head of his shaft penetrated into his toy. And inch by inch, thrust by slightly stronger thrust he was buried in the velvet heat.

The tightness danced circles around his member as he thrust with more force, pushing the other further into the hard grasp of the tree. The swift strokes bathing the sensitive nerves in an orgy of fantastic pleasure. The way it felt as the younger began to clench and add more delicious friction. The pure and utter bliss of release as his seed was shot deep into the welcomed warmth.

The feeling of the cool dew as they slumped into the grass. It covered them with its refreshing moisture. The fog still flitting over them like phantom of the night. They dressed in relative silence. The elder in his jeans and the younger in the elder's long shirt.

"Till the next moon, Vegeta," the younger smiled shyly as the effects of Aphrodite's spell began to wear off.

"Till the next moon, Gohan," Vegeta nodded his silent goodbye as they both took to the skies, back to their respective homes and far away from the lure of the night woods. Goku and Piccolo were none the wiser, or they didn't let on.

Two sets of eyes watched them depart with varying degrees of interest. The elder of the two girls watched through a pair of high tech binoculars and very heavily lidded eyes as the Saiyan prince returned to his koi. The slightly younger of the two barely gave Gohan a glance as she continued to braid a lock of her lavender hair.

"Tell me again why you drug me out here in the middle of the God damned night to watch that act of sheer carnality," the purple haired girl hissed as soon as both Saiyan's were gone from view.

"Because you can't spell ecchi without Chi, sugar plum," the slightly smaller redhead grinned innocently as she entwined her tail with the unhappy Drayan's.

You never learn," she sighed as she leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her companion's lips. Before the other could respond she had spread her wings and soared into the night thermals. She called down teasingly, "Do you, Caity bear."

"Nope," the other smiled brightly as she rose to meet her sister in sin in the magical dance on air, "Now let's go find Trunks and Goten!"

"You never learn," she sighed once more to herself as they flitted acrossed the night sky like falling stars.