Radditz watched Yamcha with a half-lidded expression, only vaguely noticing Vegeta's departure.  He heard his prince's command not to harm the human, but didn't acknowledge it.  To do so would have been a breach of protocol, deserving - had Vegeta-sei still existed - of severe punishment.

Even had it not been, Radditz' attention was focused almost exclusively on the male human next to him.  As the others left the two larger males alone, Radditz leaned forward, his nose almost touching Yamcha's.  He felt strangely nervous.  Although he had been with many partners - both male and female - rarely had he ever had to be the pursuer.  And even more strangely, he did not want Yamcha rejecting him.  There was something about the human male that drew him more than any of his other partners ever had.

"Well, little ningen," Radditz purred.  "Are you sure you don't want to run again?  Or have you finally decided you are ready?"

Yamcha took a deep breath. It was an extremely good question. Was he ready for this? But despite his nervousness, the younger man knew he had probably made his decision the first time they had been alone together.

He wanted this. More than anything he had ever wanted in his life.

When he thought about it, it really came down to one simple fact; he loved Radditz. There wasn't any point in denying it any longer.

Yamcha knew his feelings for the older man surpassed anything he ever felt for anyone else. So much it scared him.  But he was willing risk everything for a chance to be with him. Even if they would eventually go their separate ways once this adventure was over, he would at least have memories to last for the rest of his life.

Deciding to be bold, he closed the distance between them and brushed his nose along Radditz'. "I think we need to go somewhere more comfortable, don't you?"

A strange feral light gleamed in Radditz' eyes.  "I am tempted," he murmured, "to go back to the ways of my ancestors, and drag you off by your hair to my 'lair'.  But I don't suppose that would go over too well with you, would it?"

His smile became - if it was possible - even more wicked, and he stood up, the water running down his chiseled muscles in rivulets.  "But by all means, let's at least go somewhere dry.  Where would you prefer?  The others are all in their quarters - or at least, in quarters they have chosen for this evening - so we have the entire ship at our command.  We could use the dining room, and have an orgy of sex and food that would last all night.  Or we could go to that room where Bulma grows all those plants, and sleep under the stars... or at least, as close to it as we're going to get inside a tin can.  Or we don't have to choose any single place, but I can make you mine in every single room on the ship, if you want...."

"Somehow I don't think Bulma would like the idea of us making a huge mess in the dining room," Yamcha managed to say, barely suppressing a blush at the thought of an orgy with Radditz. "So that's out. And I'm sure Piccolo is in the greenhouse. And my room is missing a door. So logically that leaves your room."

Yamcha stood up, got out of the tub, and wrapped a towel about his hips, attempting to look nonchalant.  As he was more aroused than he realized, the towel didn't hide things as well as he might have liked. As he looked up, he met Radditz' gaze and shivered. The thought that he was getting in over his head once again flitted through his mind, and he hoped he could match the intensity he saw in the older man's gaze.

Yamcha stood back, tilted his head to the side, and let his gaze drift down Radditz' well-defined chest, to his firm stomach and well-muscled legs. "Man, you really are something aren't you?" he murmured to himself. It was only when his eyes met those of the alien that he realized he had spoken aloud.

"I'll let you lead the way," Yamcha commented, covering up his embarrassment at being caught thinking aloud.

Radditz couldn't help grinning at the way Yamcha was trying to hide his shyness with boldness.  But he could no longer resist; he grabbed Yamcha's hand and practically dragged him to his bedroom.

As they marched through the hallway, Radditz shot a sidelong glance at the human male.  "You don't want to use your quarters?" he asked slyly.  "I'm sure we could have quite an audience if we did.  Maybe your little ningen friend - the one without the nose - might join us."  He grinned wickedly at the longhaired human.  He didn't really want Kuririn joining them, and he was sure Yamcha knew that, but he couldn't help teasing him every chance he got.

"I don't think Kuririn is my type," Yamcha remarked, catching on to the teasing and giving Radditz a small smile. "Isn't he a bit short for you?" Oddly enough the banter was relaxing him, made him feel at ease, although it didn't entirely get rid of his nervousness. "I would think he would be a better match for Vegeta. But don't tell them I said that," Yamcha joked back.

Radditz' smile faltered for a moment, but it returned so quickly Yamcha was certain he had imagined it.  He certainly didn't appear out of sorts as he palmed his door open and the two stepped inside.  As the door slid silently shut behind him, Radditz turned back to Yamcha, and the human was now certain he had imagined Radditz' previous frown.

"Ah, but my prince has already chosen one among you, and I don't think he's going to be changing his mind anytime soon.  More's the pity."  Radditz' eyes twinkled.  "A part of me wishes Bulma would reject him, and then choose the two of us.  Don't you think we would make quite the Saiyajin family?  Your beauty, her brains, my brawn....."

He moved closer to Yamcha, making him back up instinctively, until his back was pressed to the door.  "I don't know, I don't think Bulma will give up royalty for a couple of scoundrels like us.  Maybe we could find a way to tempt her, but... for right now, I think all I need or want is right here, in this room...."

He leaned forward, his breath warm on Yamcha's face, his lips less than an inch from the human male's.  "If you're absolutely *positive* this is what you want, ningen.  I want you, but I don't want to force you.  I would never force anyone.  Do you trust me?"

Yamcha's heart was beating so hard that he was sure the other man could hear it. Radditz had again surprised him by giving him a chance to back down. For an instance he wanted to bolt, but something in the other man's eyes reassured him that he was doing the right thing.

"I want this," Yamcha answered, as he brought his hands up to smooth over Radditz' chest, and then slipped them up and around his neck to bury them in Radditz' hair. "I want you."

Radditz couldn't hide his surprise at Yamcha's sudden boldness.  The human had been fighting his feelings for so long, denying them so completely, that the turnaround made Radditz blink for a second as he tried to get his bearings.

"Well, then," he said gruffly, wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders, "why don't we do something about that?"

Without giving Yamcha another chance to react, he leaned forward, capturing the other man's lips in a long kiss.  It didn't take him long to realize that Yamcha was inexperienced even at this, and it surprised him.  Surely he had *kissed* before, hadn't he?  He was under the impression that Yamcha had once been paired off with Bulma.  Had they never kissed?

But as the kiss lengthened, deepening in intensity, Yamcha seemed to gain some confidence.  His mouth opened slightly, and Radditz - ever the aggressor - took advantage of it and plundered the other man's mouth with his lips and tongue.

It didn't take long for Yamcha to reciprocate, and when they pulled back - neither was sure which one of them had broken it off - they were both flushed and breathing heavily.

"It seems we're a little overdressed, doesn't it?" Radditz growled, reaching down and removing Yamcha's trunks, letting them slip to the floor.  "I didn't really like wearing these anyway," he snarled, hastily removing his own as well.

Yamcha's eyes widened when Radditz finally stripped. He had seen the other man nude before, so the sight of Radditz should not have been a shock to him.  Yet when Radditz stood there as if waiting for Yamcha's next move, all he could do was gawk like a schoolboy.

"Oh, Kami, and he called me beautiful," he managed to whisper so quietly that if Radditz hadn't had Saiyajin hearing, he might have missed it. A sculptor would have been in bliss, Radditz was so incredibly well proportioned. From the well-muscled chest, to the firm stomach and to an impressive erection, there was nothing at all lacking in the man.  For a brief moment, Yamcha felt a little intimidated.

Yamcha's voice shook, betraying his nervousness. "I think Saiyajin just like to run around naked. But I'm not complaining.  I really like the view."

He stepped closer to Radditz and slipped his arms around the older man's waist, sliding his hands down his back.  He stopped when he came into contact with Radditz' tail, and Yamcha could not resist the temptation to glide his fingers along the length of it.

Radditz' reaction was instantaneous.  As Yamcha stroked his tail, millennia of evolution kicked in, causing Radditz to purr and stretch.  He turned, his back towards Yamcha, and raised his backside slightly towards the other man, growling softly.  It was an instinctively submissive posture; one a Saiyajin would only give a mate who was showing a desire for mating by stroking his tail.

Yamcha couldn't help himself; he smiled when Radditz began to purr. It reminding him a bit of Pu'ar in some ways; when the small shape-shifter was content she sometimes purred.

"You really like this, huh?" he asked, as he gave Radditz' tail one long stroke from base to tip. Yamcha was rewarded with another low growl. "Imagine that," he quipped, feeling a little more bold as he pressed his mouth against Radditz' back. "I know one of your weak points."

Radditz shuddered at the touch, closing his eyes, the volume of his growl increasing.  He had enough cognitive awareness to realize he was going to lose control if he allowed this to continue.  He could allow Yamcha to take the lead, but that wasn't really his intent at the moment.  He knew he had to take control, and he had to do it before it was too late.

With a swiftness that even Yamcha had difficulty seeing, Radditz turned, his tail slipping from the other man's hold, and he held Yamcha's arms firmly in his hands.  A feral light burned brightly in his eyes, as he pushed the human male against the bed, pinning him down with his weight.

He stared down at Yamcha, then slowly lowered his head, tasting the skin on his neck.  With a thoroughness that surprised both of them, Radditz licked and kissed his way down Yamcha's neck, to the solid muscles of his chest.  He didn't ease up on his grip on the man, pinning him down completely, as he began a slow, careful torment of the sensitive parts of the human, licking and nibbling at both nipples until Yamcha was whimpering with need.

Radditz could feel Yamcha's arousal, even as his own had become painfully obvious.  As he continued to torment the human, he deliberately rubbed his manhood against Yamcha's, smirking when it brought a cry of desire from the younger warrior.

He slid slowly down the other man, licking every inch of skin as he reached it.  When he had reached the younger man's throbbing need he stopped, gazing at it intently for a few seconds.  Then, in a surprising motion, he turned so he was straddling Yamcha, his own manhood showing Yamcha his need, even as he hovered over the baseball player's.

Yamcha had long forgotten how to think. He was simply concentrating on the sensations the other man was wringing from his body. Every swipe of Radditz' tongue - every nip of his teeth against his flesh - was driving the younger man mad with desire. Yamcha wanted to touch back, wanted to drive Radditz crazy as the other man was doing to him.

Yamcha wasn't at all prepared when Radditz licked along his length, crying out as he jerked his hips upward into the caress and earning an approving growl from Radditz. Radditz continued the torture for a time, holding down the other man's hips so he couldn't move as Radditz' tongue swirled around the tip of him before swallowing his length.

"Radditz...." Yamcha wasn't sure what he wanted, but knew Radditz was teasing him. Knowing that two could play at that game, he lifted his head from the bed and gave Radditz' shaft a tentative lick. Encouraged by the low moan that it produced, he mimicked the things Radditz was doing to him, hoping the other man enjoyed it as much as he did.

Radditz almost lost concentration when Yamcha reciprocated.  That had been his intent, to allow the other man a chance to share with him, but he hadn't expected it to make him lose control this way.  That had never happened to him before.  Then again, no one touching his tail had ever quite had the same effect on him that Yamcha had.

He had no idea why Yamcha - of all the males he had been with before - would have quite this reaction from him. For a fleeting second he wondered if Yamcha might be part Saiyajin.  But then he immediately dismissed that.  If Yamcha were part Saiyajin, surely he would have said something about it by now.  There would have been no reason to continue keeping information like that a secret.

Radditz wasn't really interested in analyzing anything at the moment, as he swallowed Yamcha's manhood, taking in as much of it as he could.  The other warrior, he was pleased to note, was proving both an enthusiastic and apt pupil, giving Radditz pleasure beyond almost anything he had experienced before.  He was throbbing with need, and knew he would have to release soon.  He just didn't want to do it too soon, to cause any lessening of his partner's pleasure.

He wasn't going to allow that.  Although Yamcha's ministrations were giving him a great deal of pleasure, for one of the first times in his life, his own pleasure wasn't paramount in his goals.

With a great deal of effort he pulled himself free of the other man's grasp, turning sideways so Yamcha no longer had access to him.  He sat up and grinned at Yamcha, then, almost effortlessly, lifted him and pushed him back against the wall.

Yamcha looked completely confused by Radditz' sudden change of position, but was too befogged with desire to fight it.  When Radditz' head came back down on his groin, he just groaned, tangling his fingers in the Saiyajin's hair.  He was too flooded by lust to even think about doing anything else.  He didn't notice his own moans and whimpers, he was so focused on the warm mouth between his legs.

His breathing came out in short gasps and moans as the pleasure continued to build to unbelievable levels.  Then with a sudden shout, he cried out Radditz' name, his fingers clenching on the Saiyajin's mane and pulling forcefully.

Radditz grinned as he continued to milk his lover, then when the last drop was done, casually wiped his face and mouth.  Then, without warning, when Yamcha was completely spent from his climax, Radditz knelt on the bed and drew Yamcha's hips onto his lap.
He smirked when he saw how the human didn't even notice his change of position, but he didn't give Yamcha a chance to protest or fight it.  He parted the other man's legs, and then hesitated.  He couldn't do this without lubrication; he had no intention of hurting the man.  Yet he hadn't been expecting the human's capitulation so suddenly, and hadn't prepared for this.  What to do?

As his gaze wandered the room, it rested briefly on a small bottle of armor polish he had been using the night before.  He couldn't help smirking.  Although the polish wasn't intended for a use like this, it would work just fine, even though it might smell a little odd.

Shifting slightly, he pulled the bottle from his nightstand, and poured a small amount on one hand, allowing his skin to warm it naturally.  He leaned forward, pressing his chin to Yamcha's belly, and smiled up at him.

"You know we're not through yet," he murmured huskily, his voice seductive.  "There's much more in store for you.  Do you trust me?"

It took Yamcha several minutes to catch his breath while his whole body was still tingling from his recent climax. It was as his heart rate was returning to normal that he realized two things. First, Radditz hadn't really gotten too much out of what had passed between them. And second, the other man had somehow turned him around so that his hips were now settled in Radditz' lap.

He rose up onto his elbows so he could look his lover in the face when he realized that he hadn't answered Radditz' question. "Don't you think it is a little late to ask me that?" Yamcha replied, his voice much huskier than normal. "But yes, I trust you."

"That's good," Radditz murmured back.  "Then you trust me to do... this!"

He swirled a finger in the thick oil pooling in his other hand, then inserted it gently into the other man's body.  He saw Yamcha's eyes widen, but he continued to smile seductively at him.  "Trust me," he coaxed, as he massaged the tender flesh gently.  "You said you trust me.  Now relax.  It won't hurt, not if you relax.  Trust me, ningen."

As he continued to massage and caress that sensitive flesh, he felt the human warrior begin to relax again.  Yamcha had felt pain initially, but after a little while it began to ease.  The muscles around his entrance continued to jump and spasm periodically, but after a few minutes it became used to the intrusion.  Radditz occasionally added another dollop of oil and continued to lubricate and massage, and eventually he felt the muscles ease up, loosening around his finger.  He knew it was hurting Yamcha slightly, yet at the same time, the stretching he was doing would ease the passage and loosen him up for what would come.

"That's it," Radditz murmured encouragingly.  "Just relax.  It feels good, doesn't it?  Very good."

The entrance was now very well lubricated, and Radditz used the remaining oil as he inserted a second finger inside.  Yamcha moaned, by now completely at ease, even realizing he enjoyed the sensation of his flesh being filled.  He could feel it stretching, and although he winced at first at the pain, the pleasure that also swamped through him seemed to drown it out.  Radditz used both fingers for a little while, until he felt Yamcha was loosened a little, then slowly, carefully, inserted himself inside.

Yamcha immediately noticed the change in size, and his eyes widened as he felt himself stretching further than he had been before.  The pain was beginning to get a little too intense; had he made a mistake in trusting Radditz?  Yamcha grunted softly, squirming slightly at the intrusion, but Radditz leaned forward and cupped his manhood, stroking it softly.  He groaned, his eyes closing, once again giving in to the pleasure of being touched.

It didn't take long for the pain to go away.  By that time he was too overwhelmed by pleasure, as Radditz' length was repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

Radditz was almost overcome by the tight warmth of the other man.  He wanted to go slow, to be gentle with the inexperienced human, but the pleasure was overpowering, and he couldn't control himself.  He began thrusting harder, more intensely, as his need for the other man continued to grow.

Yamcha, however, didn't seem bothered by Radditz' passion.  Every time Radditz hit his magic spot inside, he gave a cry of pleasure, writhing and squirming.  Neither of them knew who was the one to do it, but as their rhythm grew more and more forceful, as Radditz continued to drive into him, their hands tangled together on the sheets, twining together as they both reached a new climax.

When Yamcha tightened around him, Radditz knew it wasn't from pain; the other man had reached yet another orgasm, his hot seed hitting his own belly and chest in his pleasure.  Radditz gave a deep, throaty cry and released inside him, any remaining ability to form coherent thought washed away in a wave of pure ecstasy.  Both of them continued to climax for longer than they had realized was possible, before they were completely spent by the experience.

When the last of their orgasm had finished, Radditz pulled himself gently out of Yamcha, then slid the other man's hips off his own, and turned himself around until he was lying in his bed next to Yamcha.  He knew Yamcha would still be sensitive, and remaining inside him would only hurt the human.  Maybe later, after they had been lovers for a while, things might be different.

For a long while afterwards, Yamcha could only think one thing to himself.  Wow. He had no idea what to say as he lay there with Radditz, listening to other man's heavy breathing. What did lovers discuss after having sex?  Yamcha had no experience in these things, so chose for the moment to remain silent. He decided that he would enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted.

Instead of speaking, he squeezed Radditz' fingers before releasing his hand, and then stroked that hand down Radditz' back and up again as he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Radditz wasn't ready to end the pleasurable moment, either.  He propped himself on one hand and looked down at his lover.  He smiled when he saw that the human seemed about to fall asleep.  Their activities had apparently exhausted him, which didn't particularly surprise the Saiyajin, and gave him more than a small measure of pride.

He bent down and gently kissed the warrior's lips, then lay next to him, pulling his lover in a tight embrace.  Unlike Vegeta, he had no qualms about spending the night with a lover, and often did it as a way of easing the loneliness he would never admit to.  Yamcha's warmth against his stomach was both comforting and pleasant, and it wasn't long before he, too, fell asleep.

END PART 21b