My sincerest apologies to the author for splitting this chapter in half, but my text editor simply could not handle the sheer size of this part.

Note Taking Style 3

He woke up slowly, keeping his ki level the minute he recognized the grogginess.

I. He'd been knocked out.

II. It was not 4 am in the morning.

III. He was not alone.

IV. He was tied up.

V. Smell.

VI. The boy.

VII. Weight on his legs.

VIII. A mouth sucking on his neck.

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Normal Style

"Hmm. Hello," A tongue tasted his sideburns, "How do you feel?" and traced over his eye, and suckled on his ear.

Vegeta ignited his power, "Huh," and shot his eyes open when he couldn't.

"Something Bulma whipped up a while ago." Gohan's face came into view, pale angular face topped with thick neat black spikes except for a petulant strand over his eyes, back slightly bowed grinning a small, shy smile, but looking completely pleased with himself. Black glared into smiling black.

The boy wasn't blushing.

He was wearing that same, small, hopeful, cheerful smile and not wearing a shirt, showing off his muscled biceps like armor still lean and lanky with youth.

The boy wasn't blushing.

There was a bright fluorescent light overhead, artificial and cold, and they were apparently in a kitchen with French bread on the counter and…something on the stove.

Vegeta was tied to a chair, apparently helpless and without his boots, and Gohan was sitting shirtless on his lap and had been licking his face (body?) for who knew how long, knees on either side of his waist and butt on his thighs, close enough to touch but far enough away to keep his groin in sight.

The boy wasn't blushing. Oh shit.

"See something nice?"

The boy still wasn't blushing. Fucking Namek.

"You're fucked now boy."

Gohan split into an uncertain grin.

"I seriously in all sincerity hope so."

Vegeta frowned and raised his eyebrows curiously while the boy tentatively and awkwardly tilted his head to suck on Vegeta's jaw. His head was far too groggy, maybe from the cold and maybe from the fight, and even though he could talk coherently his mind wasn't yet processing things as fast as he wanted them to. And that bloody bright light was hurting his eyes.

"Boy?"

Slurp, nudge, "Yes?" scooping kiss, pressing kiss-

"What the hell are you doing?"

-light quick bite, worrying a thin layer of skin between teeth-

"Um, well,"-unfolding kiss, lick-"I'm not gay. No offense but I don't-", hard, experimental suckling on the side of his neck, causing Vegeta to hiss, it was so close to the mark.

Gohan paused, took a cleaning lick, and leaned back to look critically at Vegeta, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand absently. Saliva dripped down Vegeta's neck, soaking the collar of his body suit. He was groggily, mildly disgusted.

"No offense, but I don't think you're cute or anything. I mean, you are very handsome in like a very, um, what's the word…striking I suppose, very tanned and brutal way, but this isn't exactly something I would normally muse about during math class but I generally don't tend to fantasize during math anyway so that's an unfair comparison. As to what I'm doing now, well, um, I really am a bit new at this whole thing. Intimate…touching and stuff. So I'm trying to get as much hands-on-training as possible and learn, so that's mostly for me, it's not really for your benefit as much as it is mine."

…Gods, but he does enjoy blathering…

"…What?"

"That's not for you. That's for me."

Vegeta looked at him. He breathed in and blinked at the same time, his mind coming to a conclusion that his nose had supplied him with.

"You're not in heat." Vegeta didn't ask a question when a statement could be supplied. And the air didn't carry the heavy tones of Heat and hormones…mainly it just smelled a little burnt. From the food perhaps?

Gohan blinked.

"Well, no, no more than usual. I've had to increment drastically the dosage of the pills you gave me, but I can still think sometimes."

"So…what are you doing?"

"Um, I'm really trying-" Gohan stopped, and chewed his lower lip in thought. He looked into Vegeta's eyes with a pensive expression on his face. The ceiling light glinted and refracted against the boy's hair as he tilted his head in musing.

"You know, whenever I touched that-" he pointed to the bruise on Vegeta's neck, "you always made this sound, even though you were asleep. Kind of like it hurt. I wonder if you'll make it now that you're awake."

The boy smiled, but something in his eyes winced in the light.

Vegeta swam in his thoughts, and tried to force them back into working order. He was being… taunted? He'd obviously been tricked but…

Vegeta spoke slowly, making sure none of the words slurred. Just because he felt weak didn't mean he had to show it.

"First--you beg me to tell you what the fuck is wrong with you…then I have to listen to you whine and bitch about how unfair life is…and now you pull a stunt like this?"

Vegeta yanked harder against his bonds in emphasis than he had thought possible, and shoved his face into Gohan's.

The boy struck him hard across the face. Pain registered slowly, vertigo quickly.

…What?…Wow…bit early for that.

"See," Gohan brushed his hair against Vegeta's face, "what I hypothesize," he rubbed his cheek against Vegeta's, "is that Heat demands, well, sex right?"

He tilted Vegeta's chin up so he could look into his eyes.

Vegeta's eyes held all the charmed allure of a Venusian swamp; sweltering, wet, and acidic.

Gohan smiled weakly, sighed heavily, yet held Vegeta's gaze and tried to ignore the livid crimson on his left cheek.

What was he playing at? It's obvious he's scared as hell, but what's he playing at? That…hurt, but the way he's acting…it's wrong. Fuck…I need my hands free. Stupid onna and her damn 'inventions'.

"Now, you've already made it really clear that you don't want me to sleep with you. And that was ok with me, and now it isn't ok with me. And I've had lots of time to do lots of thinking, and the only thing I can think about and really don't want to, is you."

Gohan grinned bitterly, "Just…you."

His voice was hard, dark, but hardly cold. Convicting. Like he was lecturing a child…Vegeta wasn't a child. Little bitch…

Gohan paused, his eyes burning back into Vegeta's. Vegeta was surprised. The boy was actually mad. The ball-less bastard was actually mad.

"I really didn't have a choice. It's kind of weird, you know. I haven't felt this obsessive since after the time I messed up with Cell. And Dad died. But this time, it's just you. And I'm not real sure what it is I've done wrong, but I do know that I don't want to feel this guilty or bad all the time. So I'm not going to."

He watched Vegeta for a reaction, waiting. Besides a change in the slope of his eyes, there was none.

"Remembering what you said. How you said it. The way you looked. The way you smelled. Always sort of…I noticed that more. I didn't use to before, but now I am. Strange, ne?" The boy smiled warmly, contently. Vegeta fought to keep his stomach down.

Gohan's canines flashed suddenly, but his tone didn't change, still light and conversational although the timbre dropped a few.

"The way you looked at me, like I was something unhealthy. Like events were somehow my fault. And you were the victim who got stuck with the goddamned check and--" Gohan bit off the end of the sentence, shook his head, and grinned raggedly.

"And I figured that, while things would have been pretty set with me and Videl, with you~u, things would be… different."

"Really?"

Vegeta felt he should say something, silence wasn't his style, and there was no point in letting the boy get more ahead of himself than possible. It's hard to keep up with boy's words, his head was still swimming and while Vegeta had known Gohan was in pain, but he hadn't been expecting this much anger or resentment.

A very horny teenager, perhaps violent, and at the worst rape--but not something so…premeditated. So personal.

Had he been drugged?

It felt like he had, a bitter taste in the back of his tongue. He wouldn't put it past the boy. He felt like crap, and his skin still burned from where the boy had touched him. Damn pheromones, just a bunch of stupid chemicals telling him what to do…

"So tell me brat, what exactly did the great genius have in mind?"

There, that sounded better. His voice wasn't strong enough, but at least the syllables were still clear and there was some inflection.

Gohan coughed sardonically in his chest, mildly pleased and irritated that Vegeta was getting back to being his old sour self.

"You said you didn't want me to…well," Gohan frowned and moved his mouth around, "to 'fuck' you, and that's still ok with me. I mean, with human rights and all, even though neither of us is really human, but that's beside the point. You shouldn't be forced to something you don't want to. I'm not a rapist, the idea's sickening."

Vegeta smirked a ghost of a smirk at the irony. He coughed up his own chuckle in his throat.

"So now it just means you'll have to do me instead."

Vegeta blinks processes this for meaning.

Vegeta barks a short laugh.

Gohan smirks.

Vegeta returns it. He blinks, tilts his head to the side, and regards the sincerity of the boy seated on his lap. He's still leering at Gohan, amused beyond belief.

"And that's your plan?"

"Pretty much."

Vegeta grinned. He wasn't exactly sure why the situation was funny, it just was. Why bother figuring out? The brat always had been a disdainful laugh riot…And he could practically feel his metabolism burning away whatever was wrong in his blood and body. His vision was getting sharper.

"…So you're groping me now because…?"

"That's not for you, that's for me. I'm trying to get used to way your-skin feels against mine. I'm new at this, remember?"

"And you somehow expect to have sex? That's your dazzling plan, to somehow make me degrade myself by shoving my dick up your ass?"

He tries to be crass intentionally. This was Kakkarott's brat after all; it shouldn't be that hard to embarrass him.

Gohan paused.

"Yes, I figured that's how it would go. As for convincing you, well-"

Gohan hung his arms straight over Vegeta's arms, leaned their foreheads together and smiled.

"I haven't taken any of your medical pulls for more than 7 hours Vegeta-san," he tacked on the honorific with ironic sadism.

"So you can agree, or you can wait until my Saiyan blood that you've always been so damn proud of takes hold and does what it wants," Gohan smirked deliciously. "You really don't have a choice. In fact, the only thing that's really keeping me from tearing off your clothes and taking you here and now is 10 cans of coffee…and the way you're looking at me right now."

The boy's eyes flicked from one eye to the other to Vegeta's lips. The boy smiles in that the sappy, intentionally sickening way. Gohan seemed to feed on the feelings of disgust Vegeta was generating.

"The way you always look at me," he purred.

Vegeta struck with his teeth extended and a snarl, nicking the right side of the boy's bottom lip and some of his face before the younger pulled back and punched him hard in the hinge of the jaw, making his teeth rattle and his tendons stretch and head echo.

The blow didn't phase him at all, and as he whipped his head back around Vegeta was hit again, but the elder warrior managed a 3 inch shallow incision across Gohan's wrist and arm as the flesh went past his teeth following the fist, and Gohan pulled back quickly. A bottomless growl echoed from his throat as Gohan cradled the wound in shock and stared at the blood on Vegeta's lips.

Gohan's eyes narrowed, and his shoulders lowered, and he pulled Vegeta's mouth roughly to the side while Vegeta struggled, ending with putting his arms in a type of vice, leaving his neck on display.

Vegeta suddenly remembered all the melodramatic vampire movies the onna insisted on watching.

This is so stupid!

"You were supposed to help me," a teeth sharp on his shoulder, "and you didn't. And I'm really sorry it has to come down to this, but I'm through waiting, and your emotions have more or less become void."

Teeth were placed on his collarbone and raked, stopped, reset with an adjustment, and raked meticulously over his skin, leaving red marks and little trails of blood in their wake.

Vegeta struggled harder. It's not even all that painful! It's just embarrassing!…and a little painful.

"You ungrateful bitch, I gave you all the help-"

"You didn't help me at all. Not as much as you could have. And if I-" Gohan yanked Vegeta's head up and to the left, and squeezed his waist with his legs until they were pushed chest-to-chest and groin to abdomen, and pressed heavily with his tongue the bite on Vegeta's neck. Vegeta hissed.

As arousing as the actions were meant to be, or could be interpreted, they had a wooden, rehearsed bit about them, but still desperate enough for the tension to carry.

Vegeta's nostrils flared, taking in the air.

Fear.

Fear and anger.

He flexed his wrists hard, felt the metal bite back, and heard the chair creak beneath him. It was only wood. He kicked backwards blindly and tried to arch his back, the hell with if it put him closer to the brat it might get him free.

Gohan half-heartedly tried to cover his struggles, being more interested with running his tongue along his neck.

"-if I go mad, or insane, or what the fuck!, it's going to be you-" Gohan ground his hips into Vegeta, licked a trail across his temple while his fingers tapped into the center of the bruise, causing Vegeta to scream a short cry before he slammed his jaw shut and screwed his eyes closed "-who's really going to be very," Gohan kissed the corner of his jaw tenderly, dug his nails and fingers into the skin above Vegeta's manacles, "very" he kissed the right side of his neck, "upset."

//shit shit shit//

FUCK!

A gentle kiss on the mark while Vegeta inhaled sharply, his chest rising and rubbing against the boy's as he arched, trying not to scream and pulled against the bonds and tried to slip them over the top of the chair as Gohan stuck his tongue into the mark, and raked his teeth over it, the little bastard.

Vegeta needed to scream.

He writhed, struggled, pulled away as far as the bonds and hands would let him, which wasn't nearly far enough.

This was wrong, he could smell it in the air, there was something obscenely wrong about it all, especially in the bright fluorescent kitchen light that reminded him of an operating table, in the fear and anger and disheveled desire that flooded the air.

This was wrong.

A growl echoed in his throat, a last reserve of strength made him kick hard against the floor, made the chair screech and bounce against the floor and another bloodied red slash against Gohan's jaw line, another separation of flesh and skin, uglier than the others, not nearly deep enough.

Gohan just pressed against the chair with an arm across Vegeta's throat and pressing harder all the time.

Vegeta belatedly criticized himself for not trying to bite out the other's jaw. His mouth is big enough, and his teeth are sharp. It wouldn't be the first time. He surged to get his breath back. They glared at each other, Vegeta nursing a hurt throat and Gohan's hand pressed into his jaw.

"This is how you solve your problems? You really think this is going to make anything better, you don't even have the guts to take what-"

"Shut up Vegeta I-"

"You can't do a damn thing! There isn't anything you can do that can make me change my mind! Learn to fix your own fucked life instead of bitching at me to do it for you!"

"It's not just my life anymore, I chose you-"

"You didn't even know what the hell it meant-"

"I don't need to know! It isn't my fault, it isn't mine at all! I don't know why I want to--to sleep with you, I don't know I want to touch you!! I'm not even gay! I don't think guys are cute, and I don't like you! I hate you!"

Gohan bit back the rest of his words, his chest heaving, head crouched against his chest. He had been shouting in Vegeta's face-they both had-and now he hid his eyes, and his face.

That emotional outburst was a bit too revealing, a bit too dangerous, and both Gohan and Vegeta recognized it for it what it was.

There was a moment where things happened very quickly and nothing was done. Then it was over.

Vegeta observed him through lidded eyes, his upper lip curling up slightly. Gohan's hand was still pressed into his jaw, and his shoulders were trembling, just a little invisible bit. Vegeta breathed in deep again. Like old tobacco tar lining a smokers lungs…damn the room was covered in it.

Why was the brat so damn afraid?

"Oh, stop. Please stop. Can't you see you're breaking my heart you geeky little freak." Vegeta shook his head. "This is so fucking melodramatic, typical…If you chose someone like me, the way I am, it's your own tainted genes. It was your own heart. It was your own choice. Learn to live with yourself, but don't you dare to even ask me to live it for you."

There was a pause.

He should probably be feeling some compassion right now. If Gohan had come about this in any other way…if only he hadn't tried to force him, tried to trap him…

Vegeta spoke, very quietly.

"This isn't something you can force on me. Not on me. Not you, not your daddy, not anybody else ever. I am my own."

Vegeta watched quietly. The brat hadn't just absorbed the words, he seemed physically struck by them. Gohan's breathing was still regular, and the small invisible tremors in his shoulders continued. Vegeta couldn't see Gohan's face, but he could see the drips of water that fell onto the space between them.

"…Now get the fuck off-"

There was muffled shriek and a painful cry of outrage as the rest of sentence was cut off sharply in a cough.

"No! I won't have it! No…nonononono…No. No you can't. No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry but you can't." Gohan shook his head slowly. Vegeta tried to jerk, but Gohan's fingers were like old metal tight around his esophagus. The cold froze him, and the threat never stopped looming in front of him. He couldn't move. He didn't dare.

Gohan's voice was cold and slow, leaking directly from his soul.

"I can't…go through this anymore. I can't…I need my mind back because it hurts not to have it. You took…", Gohan chuckled wetly by his ear, "I gave you something…and now I need it back. I need…I need something, because it hurts too much not to have it. And if it means I have…to hurt you…"

Gohan's shoulders moved gracefully to and fro with every shallow breath he took, water dripping onto Vegeta's shoulder.

Gohan breathed in deep, collected his mind like a battered curtain around him and moved on with his plan. The important thing was to keep moving.

don't worry about what he thinks, don't worry about what vegeta says; don't let him hurt you. what he says doesn't matter. don't let him hurt you.

keep moving. got to keep moving.

"Vegeta. We're really not so different as you think. I mean, I'm not really that bad, right? Strong enough to beat Cell, strong enough to claim you, come on Vegeta, I'm not asking too much. Just a little…quality time. Saiyan bonding, and what not. Just until this is over, and then we can go back, like nothing ever happened between us, and we'll never have to see each other again. Things can be normal again…Please get your teeth out of my arm."

He blew a cold zephyr over the mark, bright red and throbbing with his previous ministrations. Vegeta shivered and pulled his body as far as he could away as Gohan smirked into his skin.

Vegeta still glared and bit down harder, drawing blood that trickled down. Gohan's lips pressed together, and he powered up. He discreetly rubbed his face against Vegeta's shoulder, and straightened his back to look at Vegeta in the eyes. His face and eyes were redder, wet, one side of his jaw was bleeding, but the old air of smug superiority and clumsy, careless seduction were back.

Gohan was in control again.

Fuck. That was over quick.

Vegeta was silently disappointed. His teeth could break bone and he couldn't even pull the flesh off. And the nearly-Saiyan blood in his mouth was having a bad effect on his chemistry, dizzying his head after it was nearly cleared.

"After all, what choice do you have? Take…or be taken. It's as simple as that."

He purred, and rubbed his face against Vegeta's.

"You don't have to answer verbally."

Gohan moved his free arm away from Vegeta's throat, and squeezed the hinges of Vegeta's jaw together until he could pull his forearm out easily, like one would do with a rabid dog. He had to do it to shut him up. Keep him quiet.

Despite himself, despite the pain and turbulent emotions, he had to admire the beauty the blood that spilled in small rivulets out of Vegeta's mouth.

That looked so…morbid.

So disgusting that Gohan really, really wanted to kiss him hard and stick his tongue in his mouth. Except that Vegeta would probably bite that too.

Still.

Gohan lifted his arm up and licked along the length of it, watching Vegeta for any reactions.

That was so uncannily Saiyan…

Vegeta snorted.

"You act like a bitch."

Then it was like before, the boy's hands in his hair and tracing his arms, distant and academic touches done for familiarity, with the coldness of duty and the fire of hormones.

He wanted to swear. He wanted to scream. He really wanted to beat the shit out of Gohan until the half-breed was finally dead and done with like he had initially thought of, but hadn't done.

Because he thought it wouldn't have been fair.

Fuck.

Vegeta reviewed his situation. He was tied to a chair, somewhat drugged, bereft of his ki, with a very horny, desperate, and not very sane half-breed brat.

Who, incidentally, smelled damn good, tasted-from the few times their mouths had touched-damn good, and had the body of a poem. His body flamed and flared dimly with each clumsy yet careful touch it received, regardless of where it was or how it was given. His blood still throbbed.

And…who couldn't be thinking very clearly right now. And was somewhat vulnerable, and very dependent on Vegeta even if Vegeta was his "prisoner".

Vegeta considered his pride, and thought some while fingers massaged at his shoulder blades.

What the hell.

Vegeta reached out and licked Gohan's chest hesitantly, surprised when the boy whimpered and convulsed immediately, head falling on his shoulder, startled high gasps coming from him.

Well that was quick.

He sucked cautiously on a nipple while Gohan shrieked and trembled violently, hands clawing the back of the chair. Vegeta pulled back, listened to the near-sobbing breaths and watching the skin tremble and muscles spasm under.

"Onegai, please, Vegeta, Geta-sama, please don't play…"

Vegeta conscientiously licked a slow trail to the top of Gohan's broad shoulder, listening to the gasps and hitched breathing, the flushed and temperate convulsing.

He tasted like water, like cold, like chilled wine so polished there was barely any taste, only a sophisticated after-taste tingling and sweet on the back of his tongue before vanishing. Tease. But better than the first time.

He bit lightly, just lightly, into Gohan's shoulder. Reaction was instant, and Gohan screamed and arched, slammed his hips into Vegeta, grinding his erection desperately even while the chair tipped and crashed to the floor. He continued rubbing wantonly, seeking release still, even while he gripped Vegeta by his hair and tried to choke him with his own tongue and his other hand stroking his chest in fast, heavy passes and tried to open his pants.

"Brat!"

Gohan frantically got both hands on Vegeta's belt while his mouth tried to capture the elder's again, "Gohan!"

Gohan whimpered at his name and ripped the button off and the zipper down, forgetting all about the belt while he tried to get his hands inside-

-Vegeta bit down into his neck.

Deep.

Gohan screamed hard, and fell to his elbows, all movement halted. His erection still throbbed against his pants and Vegeta's stomach. His breathing came in sobs, terrified and desperate and pathetic.

"'Geta-"

Gohan wheezed, his fingers twitching against his abdomen.

"…onegai…"

Vegeta did not answer verbally, but merely sucked and swallowed the iron, copper colored liquid down his throat and listened to the choking, suffocating sounds the boy couldn't even choke out into a scream while his body tightened around Vegeta like a snake, minute and intense tremors wracking the nerves.

The boy could die like this, in this state, over an extended period. He was barely breathing at all, and his chemistry zinging through his bloodstream in response to the mark.

He wasn't pure Saiyan, so there was no way to tell if he'd be able to take the sudden blood loss or not.

Vegeta dug his teeth in further and swallowed, while Gohan made the shrill keen sound made when screaming is no longer an option.

God, he tasted…raw.

Bitter sweet and thick like a cleaner form of unrefined chocolate, like he was drinking adversity itself. The blood of his own.

He had been right to wait, the taste punctuated by the needy, helpless mewls of his captor and hunter.

God, he had been right to wait.

The setting could have been better, with the boy beaten and bloody and naked beneath him, a scene his mind had taunted him with ever since his own mark, each time Gohan found himself asleep on the snow, but that could now be arranged.

Given his hands free, that could be arranged in no time.

The boy's voice alone warranted the experience would be beautiful, savage, the power of his lungs audible every time Vegeta moved his teeth the tiniest bit, his body on fire, an iron avatar that was centered solely on him.

//vegeta.//

And he could feel his own body throb in response. And he knew the boy could too.

He pressed hard and swallowed the excess blood that came through, and licked his lips clean before moving his mouth away to speak.

"Boy. Get off."

"…please, please, onegai, don't go, don't go, I'm sorry I can't, I can't help-"

"Get off. And let me loose."

"Don't go."

"Let me loose. You want me to take care of you, then I need my hands."

"I can't let you go. I won't let you leave again."

"Bakayarou. Do you think you can get screwed in the position I'm in?"

There was a pause, and Vegeta fought hard not to smirk.

"…huh?"

"You want to come right? You want to come so hard you can't walk, until it hurts, until you die you've been fucked front and back more times than you can ever count? Isn't that right boy, that's what your dick is crying for?"

"…hai. Onegai-"

"Let me go. Let me go, and I can do that."

"Don't go."

"I won't. I'll screw you until you're blind and begging me to kill you instead."

Gohan said nothing; his shoulders shook gently as hot salty tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

"Onegai…"

"Let my hands go boy--" Vegeta nearly growled, then paused, and purred. "I can do things with these hands that you can't even dream…"

Vegeta found his face flattened against the linoleum as Gohan frantically pulled and yanked at his restraints, keening softly to himself.

The moment Vegeta was free, Gohan found himself hammered solidly on the temple and stomach and thrown against the wall on his ass. Vegeta stalked towards him, murder or something very much like it in his eyes and sunlight in his hair.

"Idiot."

Vegeta smirked.

Gohan screamed silently as intense pain flared metallic blue in the corner of his eyes, his jaw working as he stared into Vegeta's eyes, who was squeezing a little too hard at his balls and stroking him through his pants. Vegeta smirked as the shocked look of the owner's face.

"Idiot," he repeated, the smirk never leaving his face.

Gohan's eyes slid closed and his head lolled. He let go of Gohan and took a step back. Gohan stared open-mouthed.

"Well? Take your pants off."

Gohan gaped. Vegeta frowned.

"This is what you were begging for boy. Take your damn pants off."

Gohan's expression became that of alarmed, and he shook his head from side to side. Vegeta snarled.

"Dammit boy, then I'll fucking do it-"

Gohan sped/teleported out of the room with a yip as Vegeta reached for him. Vegeta followed suit into the living room. Gohan backed away, hands out in front of him in a placating gesture after giving another yelp.

"What the fuck do you-"

"Wait a sec, I mean, yeah, but, come on now isn't this a bit, um, a bit--"

"What!"

"I mean, can't we like, slow-"

"Slow?!"

"Yeah! I mean no! I mean, I mean, isn't this like a bit too, I thought that maybe we could just, you know, you know, you know, yeek!"

After tripping over various articles like the couch, his feet, the carpet, some small object had finally managed to trip Gohan onto his ass again, eyes wide and still terrified.

"We could what?"

"Um, kiss?"

Vegeta said nothing. He simply glared, his lips curled up and teeth bared.

Gohan grinned the weak grin of the despairingly terrified. Vegeta stared and drew in a breath as he took a step closer.

He jerked slightly as he restrained himself from jumping the boy and putting an end it, and end to it all. That smell…

There was that damn smell again. There was that goddamned familiar foul smell again, oiling and dripping it's way into everything. He fought the impulse to vomit.

He forced himself to take a slow breath. He started to say something, blinked, and started again.

"Virgin?"

"Um, yes?" //…nearly…//

"Hn. Take off your pants."

"But I thought-"

"Shut up boy and take your goddamned pants off or I will!"

Gohan's eyes brightened, the grin dropped and his ki spiked viciously. Vegeta stopped advancing. He tilted his head the side, and surprisingly, chuckled.

"You afraid of me boy?"

"Yes."

"Afraid it'll hurt?"

"…Yes."

"Hn."

Vegeta walked towards him again, and Gohan escalated his ki in response. His eyes glowed teal, power flicking from pathetic to phenomenal in the space of seconds.

Vegeta dropped onto his haunches in front of him.

"You shouldn't start something you aren't willing to finish boy."

Gohan said nothing.

"They would have torn you apart on Vegeta-sei."

Gohan said nothing, but his eyes narrowed and darkened. Vegeta smirked deepened, and his voice lowered to rough wind against wood.

"Drop you power boy, I'm not going to rape you."

"You first."

Black met teal.

Gohan frowned uncertainly, and dropped his power. Vegeta smirked.

"You break into my house to grope me and tie to a chair and you're worried that I'll rape you?"

"Yes," shot out the reply.

"Idiot."

There was a pause.

"I'm sorry."

Vegeta snickered.

"No you're not."

"No. No I'm not." There was that same old anger. "But…I want this gone Vegeta. I want it gone now."

"Take the pills. Wait it out."

"The pills aren't working, and I have no idea how long this will last, and neither do you. Months, years even. I can't, I won't wait that long."

"It won't be some slap-shod fix, it'll be permanent, boy? Forever, for as long as one of us is alive," Vegeta purred dangerously, smirking. Such naïveté was vaguely disgusting and humorous. What the hell, right?

Vegeta trailed his fingers along Gohan's bangs. Gohan jumped a little, and he fought the impulse to laugh in his face. Even through the deep smell of fear, he could still smell the boy's own signature…

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you'll still come to me. Go through with it now and you won't be able to forget it or put it behind you. I'll be stuck with you."

"Would you hate me so much for that?"

Hate?

"…Wait it out."

"No. Now…I want you now. And if you don't mind…then I won't mind now going into what will be."

I could take him. I could take him now and he wouldn't fight.

"You won't like what you're asking."

"I don't care! I want it gone now. Please Vegeta. I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Please? I'll do anything, just help me."

Anything? Anything, well, that is something. Tempting. But you don't mean a word of it, do you? Not really.

"It'll hurt."

"That's fine."

"Idiot."

"I know."

The boy looked up timidly and smiled shyly. It was nice to have someone to talk to again. Vegeta wasn't even glaring anymore, just looked a little smug, a little uncertain, and scrutinizing.

"Thank you."

"Hn."

"So. Where do we start?"

"Take off your pants."

Gohan's face blushed and his eyes widened, //he's not serious// while Vegeta exhaled softly under his breath.

"Or is that too much for you to handle?"

//he's serious. no doubt about it.//

Gohan's hands moved slowly to his pants button, and undid it, sliding down the zipper, each click of the teeth sharp and tangible in the quiet. He started to pull the labels down, blushing heavily, and stopped when Vegeta closed his hand over his.

Gohan exhaled quickly.

Nervous coal met cool obsidian, confusion met clarity.

Vegeta's hand was warm, his eyes intense and ciphering, watching the fear and resolution in the other. He smirked suddenly, gripped Gohan's hand hard in his own and pressed down gently. Gohan twitched, his eyes widened and Vegeta felt something throb. Gohan blushed.

"Hn. Not here. Bedroom."

Vegeta started to pull his hand away until Gohan grabbed it, a bit surprised by his own actions, resolutely refusing to meet Vegeta's eyes while he kept his hand too close to his lap and held on. Vegeta watched quietly as Gohan pressed his hand against his stomach, and covered it with his own.

//that's not for you. that's for me.//

Vegeta didn't add pressure or move, kept relaxed as the boy did what he liked, rubbing his thumb over his hand before dragging it up his chest to rub against his cheek, making a small sound and a soft shudder.

Gohan didn't want to be touched, he was trying to get used to the idea of Vegeta's skin and heat.

Well, that was…fine. Expected, in it's way. At this point, with the boy's scent and heat and flesh right there, Vegeta didn't give a damn.

Gohan was desperate, hungry, visible in how he acted like a cat now, rubbing it under his jaw and over his cheek and across his eyes, getting the nerve to lick from Vegeta's elbow to kiss his wrist and suck against his palm. He was making some sort of needy, whimpering purr that made Vegeta's legs clench.

Gohan was terrified.

He wouldn't look at Vegeta, wouldn't even open his eyes. He said he was a virgin, which he was in more ways than the simple defining. This wasn't unlike the situation in the kitchen except (a) Vegeta was in control, (b) Gohan was more openly terrified, (c) Gohan was under control.

The boy started to sniff Vegeta's skin, purring low in his throat and smiling hazily, his eyes slid shut, sucking alternately on Vegeta's knuckles and fingers. The boy was going into a trance, back into Heat.

So easily?

"Boy."

Gohan's eyes snapped open, irritated and possessive and lusty haziness. Once his eyes met Vegeta's, the haze burned from his eyes, surprise and doubt with a shade of curiosity.

He took his mouth slowly from Vegeta's hand and held it tighter in his own, unable to break the other's gaze.

"Yeah?"

The boy's voice was shaky, thin, yet clear. Vegeta's voice was anything but shaky; it was low, textured, and lukewarm.

"You sure? I'm not going to waste a night fucking you just because you're scared of the dark."

Gohan wanted to stare at anything else, anything else at all than the deep darks he can feel incinerating his soul, and wants nothing more than to dive into the depths and be burned alive.

He smiled weakly.

"You have someone else in mind?"

"None of your damn business."

"Yes. Yes I'm sure it isn't."

Vegeta frowns, but Gohan continues before the sentence can leave his lips.

"I am afraid, I know. But I'm still willing to go for it. If you are. I mean, how bad can it be, right?"

"Bastard! Go fuck-"

"I didn't mean that!" Gohan clung to Vegeta's arm and was thrown forward a little as Vegeta pulled back sharply. "You know I didn't mean that."

Gohan smiled suddenly, anxious, and leaned forward to brush a kiss against the elder's lips.

"And I'm not gay either."

Vegeta pulled in a breath, and repressed a shiver at the smell. He was momentarily pacified, but not much.

"Liar."

"Heh. Nope. Just me. Just you. Come on."

Gohan began to stand, holding onto the elder's hand to pull him up with him. Vegeta had other ideas though. Vegeta rushed his body up and against the boy's, pinning him into the wall and kissing him the most sensual and heavy kiss it shouldn't even have the right to be called that.

Touches that intimate belonged in a category all of their own.

He expected Gohan to pull away, to whimper, to try and stop him.

To be the little fucking tease of Kakkarott's son that he had always been.

What Vegeta hadn't expected was a response.

Gohan was submissive, hungry, yet eager and willing, opening his mouth and dancing his tongue with Vegeta's, the admirable hands wrapping around his back and massaging the muscles.

Vegeta pulled back and Gohan stared at him from under dark lashes, eyes black and misty ebony and put his tongue out to lick his lips. His scent was right there.

Fuck.

The Gohan's fingers combed through the dark hair, while his lips played back submissive and pliable, his body in a forced relax, his control holding on to the aloof and distant school boy image he'd always been while Vegeta laughed at the irony and the fire in the other's pants.

But he didn't hurry him.

Vegeta wanted to, could feel the blood and power the screamed his name and touch and longed to scream in response…but not for the boy. Not that fast. Gohan wore his mark now, and while it cut out the chemical static and played too many aphrodisiacs into his system, it also guaranteed the boy's place by his side.

There---was time.

Their tongues hustled slowly between them, and Vegeta growled a vibration just the feel the boy's control crack and fingers pull his hair and press a little closer to him.

Gohan had surrendered, and he had total control over his claimer. Over his supposed "dominant".

Vegeta smirked.

They never did make it to the bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hello. Er…this fic started in my head in jolts and was then put down on paper somewhere to be typed up, resulting in what you read now. Up to now, I've never really thought that there may have been big gaps in the story that were not written down, and if there were, weren't really big gaps at all. Sorry if there has been, and to try and fix it so there isn't any confusion.

Facts:

During the Majiin Buu series, it's hard to tell if Vegeta is really stronger than Gohan(after the Old Kai's training) or if they are actually equal. I'm not sure. I'm putting Gohan the physically stronger one in here.

I've always thought a mating-bond is a type of severe mental link with someone else. If it's stretched by distance or shut down, it feels like somebody's shut off a part of your own mind. That's a little scary and could make you go insane. Both Gohan and Vegeta are experiencing that or something like it: this is a two-sided bond. I've heard of one-sided ones where the other person's opinion doesn't matter, and this one isn't it.

You need both person's "Ok's" to make this type of bonding concrete.

The only way to reincorporate the missing part of one's mind is to accept the other bond partner. I do believe that if the bond was desired to be broken, death could accomplish that, and only one person would die, and then their mate would either be very sad for a long time, or would get a new mate. Saiyans fought a lot, and people who fight a lot tend to die a lot. Their race would have been exterminated a lot quicker if people started dying in two's instead of one's, and I've made it so that bonding is instinctual, not really voluntary. Watching the Vegeta-sei raised Saiyans-Turles, Vegeta, Bardock, yadda yadda-it seems all Saiyans seem a little, or a lot, pissed at the universe at general for existing. Could be biological.

Since Gohan marked-bit Vegeta first, he's the dominant male, and is supposed to appear more aggressive and moody, and through current life-threatening situations, is also physically stronger, since the more contact a Saiyan has with death the stronger he becomes. Since Vegeta was the one who was marked, he's supposed to be the submissive male, and since he's Vegeta and a Saiyan with supposed training in telepathy, he's also probably the most mentally sane and in control of himself, but physically weaker than normal.

They are both feeling pretty sick, because their bodies and biology are out of whack, and likely experiencing depression and/or anxiety. I feel kind of bad to do that, since I've only seen small hints of what true depression is and it isn't a pretty sight, and I feel like I'm shortchanging it in my writing since I don't really understand it.

Both people are denying any relationship pretty heavily, since the initial bond-mark-bite episode wasn't exactly consensual or planned.

In this case, the bonding is an accident.

Sorry if any of this seemed a little redundant. Wasn't sure what needed to be said and what didn't, so I said it all instead.

Gohan's style of thinking and writing is modeled after me. It just seemed to work, and so I did it. Not meant to be conceited or anything, it's just that if he sounds different from Vegeta or gets more attention than Vegeta does, that's why. It works.