Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Flower Falls ❯ Chapter 1

A/N: Well in my last one-shot I said I'd take requests and so here I am ;) I didn't think I'd get one this challenging though, but what the hell its good writing practise, lol. Well this is dedicated to Jade of course; I decided to combine both her ideas in this fiction, it is a one-shot and alternate universe, so hopefully it works out okay. Not sure how it turned out but hope you like it! Lol, anyone wants details on what requests I take just check my bio - anyways, hope you all enjoy!

 

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, some swearing, semi non-con.

 

Sighing Gohan leant back on the pew.

 

Why was it that every day felt exactly the same? Like nothing really mattered in his life except the same mundane things? Sure, he'd be the first to admit the position of being Moon Priest was perhaps the most important Saiyan position he knew of, in fact there were many leaders of Vegeta's Royal Army who came here just to pay their respects, but it didn't change much. Not really. So what if the moon controlled a Saiyans' Oozaru form or their mating cycles? So what if it controlled the tides or gravitational pull of the planet? Did that really justify a damn temple on its surface, a village of worshippers or a family line of priests?

 

It was just so unfair! Gohan had the smarts to do whatever he wanted, he at least beat the Head Scientist back on his home-planet plenty of times at all sorts of mental competitions, he was strong too and even bested his father in battle plenty of occasions, so to be stuck on a place like the Moon, forced to do the same trivial things day in and day out was murder. Would anyone notice if a prayer failed to be said, if a ritual wasn't cast or if the temple wasn't spotless? No. They probably wouldn't. Making his life all but pointless. . .

 

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and leant his head back.

 

He just wanted some adventure, you know? His pops was watching over this temple since he could remember, then one day a beautiful prince enters from their home-planet to pay his annual respects, the two fall in love and of course have three brilliant sons; the eldest to watch over the temple until Goten was old enough to do it, Trunks becoming heir to the planet's throne. How was it Goku managed to fall in love and live happily ever after, even if he only saw Vegeta a month a year? How was it Trunks got to be Prince of a planet or Goten free to do what he wanted till he was old enough to watch this place? Gohan though, it was like he was the odd one out, the one stuck in the same vicious cycle of the ordinary and everyday.

 

He just wanted some excitement! Someone to share his life with! Was that too much to ask? Wasn't he entitled to feel love, to fight like his Saiyan instincts commanded, to explore new worlds? It wasn't fair damn it!

 

With another sigh he felt something lightly touch his cheek. That was weird. It was something soft and tingly as it grazed his pale flesh, but the temple was spotless and cleaned just this morning, what the hell was it?

 

Reaching up he touched the spot only to remove a small red petal, soft and velvety to the touch, it was beautiful with shades of crimson, maroon, rose and even azure all merged into one. Its scent was rich like honey on a hot day or freshly baked bread in the oven, something sweet and inviting, some that made you crave for more. The problem was as amazing as this petal alone was it didn't belong here - the temple didn't even have any plants!

 

“Oh,” He whined slowly, “Not again, this can't be happening!”

 

“What's up, son?”

 

Jumping up in his seat Gohan looked across the temple to see Goku at the alter. His father was wearing a large smile, obviously looking forward to Vegeta's month-long visit in a weeks time, and he was sporting his orange outfit which although impractical for a temple no one could convince him to get rid of. His hair was as unruly and raven as Gohan's and he was leaning forward on the alter like it wasn't anything holy at all, just another place to lean. Gohan smiled; at least he had a familiar face with him to keep him sane right now.

 

“I've found another one, dad!”

 

“Another what?”

 

“A petal, they keep appearing everywhere! I've found leaves in my bed, thorns in the shower, petals in my hair - it's like I'm a walking florist or something! It's not normal! Do you think the Gods of the Moon are cursing me for being bored of my job? If they are how do I make it right?”

 

Goku laughed. Sure he found the sudden increase of flower parts and fruit in the kitchen as weird (and annoying) as Goten and Gohan but did his son really think it was a curse? As if! He might not have the same smarts as most people but even he knew a God would do a lot more than scatter flower petals around if he was angry! Maybe it just went to show how upset this was making Gohan, that he couldn't rational? He laughed again; man, it was sure weird when he had to be the rational one and not Gohan!

 

“Don't worry kid!” He said smiling, “It probably just blew in from outside.”

 

“No! The cherry blossoms are pink and the roses in the gardens are white! I checked, there aren't any plants like the ones I've been finding in a ten mile radius, some can't even be found on this planet!”

 

“That is a riddle then. . .”

 

“The gods must be cursing me, they must be!”

 

“Aw, come on, it's not that bad! Least they keep the temple smelling nice!”

 

Gohan frowned.

 

Great, that was meant to be incentive to just accept what was happening? He could bet Goku wouldn't be saying that if this was the other way around, if he was the only getting stalked by flowers everyday, and what if it wasn't flowers? What if he was being followed by something menacing or disgusting, what if Gohan was followed by bugs instead? Would Goku be so pleased then? Trust his dad to find a bright side to everything. . . Still, if there was one good thing he could say it'd be at least wondering when the next flower would come from broke the monotony of his life a bit.

 

Stretching his muscles he jumped up to his feet, at once come the crunching sound from beneath and the feel of something lumpy and not-quite-solid beneath his foot; when he bent down to see what it was all he could find was a flower. . .

 

Now this definitely wasn't there before! It even had its long stem still attached, and by the looks of it happened to be a Tiger Lilly, something that only existed on Planet Earth! True it smelt heavenly and looked amazing but that wasn't the point! Seriously, this was normal? This was okay? It wasn't as if anyone was leaving these things here for him, after all a trip to Earth wasn't exactly easy even by modern spaceships! Walking over to his father he held the flower before him and waited for the older man to take it, when he did he folded his arms and shook his head forcefully.

 

“Something's going on, pa. You can't say that's normal!”

 

“Is this a Tiger Lilly?” Goku said, scratching his neck nervously.

 

“Yeah it is, why?”

 

Letting out a nervous laugh he slapped Gohan on the arm playfully. Oh boy, he just hoped his son had a sense of humour or at the very least a healthy supernatural belief in destiny and unseen forces. . .

 

“I used to have a friend, Piccolo, he'd come to the Moon every so often to get away from life on Namek. He used to hate it on his home-planet, said people avoided him and he was lonely, that everything was the same every day and nothing changed for him, the few days he could escape here were like heaven, it was something new.”

 

Gohan bit his lip to stay silent.

 

He could relate to that. . . He felt the exact same way! The only difference was he couldn't take trips away from his home to break the mundane life he led into easier portions, he was stuck here forever, at least his dad's friend was lucky enough to be able to travel, he'd never be able to do that! For Gohan there weren't many people his age on the Moon, at least none smart enough to hold a conversation or kind enough to realise he was more than a Priest, that he was human too. He was always alone it seemed, with just his brother and father for company, every so often his brother Trunks and Okasan Vegeta would appear, but other than that. . . ?

 

He was getting distracted. “What has that got to do with flowers appearing from nowhere, pa?”

 

“Well,” Goku said with a nervous, dying chuckle, “He told me all about Namekian customs, like how they find their mates . . . Seems when every Namek is conceived a flower falls near their conception-place and a seed sprouts, their parents collect that seed and plant it for their child - if they have no parents the seed sprouts itself and reveals its location to that Namekian through dreams. When the Namekian and the tree both come of age the tree bears fruit, one bite from its owner and they dream of their fellow Namekian soul-mate and are able to find them, being together forever.”

 

“That's sweet, but what has that got to do with that.” He said pointing to the Lilly.

 

“Err, well, if their soul-mate isn't Namekian then the tree flowers instead and the tree reaches out to the soul-mate when they're of age and alerts them to the fact their true love needs them, it - err - sends its petals out to them. Eventually it spreads its roots under that soul-mate's feet and takes them by force to their Namekian counterpart.” Goku stopped laughing this time only to stare seriously at the floor, this was getting hard to admit but he'd explained this far, why not finish the tale? “I remembered because each tree has a unique flower or fruit, Piccolo's was a Tiger Lilly from Earth. . . He must be your soul-mate.”

 

No way. No way did he buy this!

 

Goku was making it up right? That or he got the details mixed up again, after all he loved his father dearly but the man was easily confused, maybe this Piccolo guy just made the whole surreal thing up, like to humour the gullible Saiyan? Okay, maybe he was being a little harsh and judgemental; after all maybe Goku was right or had a point? Still, what kind of planet found their mates by such an idiotic, crazy way? Gohan couldn't understand it. You got to know your soul-mate by talking, understanding, getting to know them - not having a plant essentially kidnap an alien! Even if by magic a plant could do that how could a person uproot their entire culture for another? How could a plant magically transport someone from point A to point B? It was unreal!

 

Then again what if it was for real? He'd always found life here so boring, so uneventful, to be taken to a new planet with such a unique culture might be just the excitement he needed! Then there was the fact he'd find a soul-mate, someone he could talk to and have understand him, someone he could open his heart to and not have to worry about the ridicule, someone he could just be himself around. His heart was starting to race! What if he really did find his other half? What if he was taken to a new planet and was actually happy? He couldn't believe it!

 

Then again he'd have to leave his family, his people, his friends! How could he live without those he'd grown to love? They'd understand though, surely. Maybe he'd love his new mate so much that he'd forget about any pain or loss? Maybe his new mate would be all he needed?

 

Damn! There was no way this Piccolo was his soul-mate! He was being stupid. . .

 

“I think I'm going to go lie down,” He said with a smile to his dad, “Wake me if anything interesting happens, okay?”

 

“Err, son! If the tree has sent you a flower from its own branches it means you're going to go soon, it's going to take you to Piccolo,” He smiled at his son, it was sad to think that Gohan didn't believe him and sadder to think this might be the last time he ever saw him! Still, at least he knew his son would be happy, happy with his true mate like the same way Vegeta made him happy, “If you do go then know that I love you, okay son?”

 

Gohan sighed. “Yeah dad, love you too.”

 

Goku watched as Gohan dragged himself through the corridors of the temple to his own bedroom; no doubt he'd be asleep in a few minutes, the boy slept like a log even when he was a kid! He was just like his pops in that respect. Wow though! To think this might be the last time he saw Gohan, that his little boy was now a man and leaving for a family of his own, leaving home for the first time!

 

He laughed at himself, he was getting sentimental! He'd miss Gohan though, he'd miss him like crazy, but all he wanted was the best for his son, for his son to be happy and content with life.

 

If Gohan's happiness was somewhere else then he'd just have to let him go. . .

 

May the Moon Gods bless you, son.

 

* * *

 

Well this was unexpected. . .

 

Piccolo was used to a lot of things, despite his home-planet being scenic yet boring with the most peaceful race he'd ever encountered, he'd travelled the galaxy and met as many races and species as he could think of. He'd seen wars started for no reason, people searching for mystical devices to be granted eternal life, he'd seen the Saiyans turn into giant monkey creatures and shape-shifters that could change at will into any being. In short he'd seen it all, but this - this was the last thing he expected to see!

 

His personal tree was outside his own home, a home which he'd built long ago in order to keep an eye out for the time his mate might come, he was glad though that such a place was miles from the nearest neighbour and essentially located in `nowhere'.

 

After years became decades he'd started to give up on the idea that he might ever find a mate, his tree flowered signalling his soul-mate was not Namekian and yet no one came. The flowers bloomed to signal the mate might come soon and yet no one came. He'd dreamt like most of his kind of finding someone to share his life with, his soul and his secrets, to no longer be alone or wonder if the monotonous and boring life he led would ever end. He needed someone, needed someone to share his life with and to watch as the first flower from the tree fell to signal a new life had been made, that a family could begin. After all this time though he'd given up such dreams, why waste life wishing for something that would never come true?

 

That was probably why when the weeds began to grow at the bottom of the tree he'd left them, when the weeds became a six-foot or so long mass he ignored them still, but then the weeds turned to vines and the vines sprouted the Tiger Lilly of his tree and now - today - he found himself face-to-face with a human shaped bundle that seemed to heave in the place where a chest might be, as if breathing. Was this his mate? Had his tree finally brought him his soul-mate? No. He wasn't going to get his hopes up yet, if he did and it turned out to be just an angry shrubbery patch he'd go insane! Then again what was the harm in making sure? Someone had to go over and make certain there wasn't a living being entangled in all those vines and flowers, right?

 

“Damn you,” He seethed, glaring deeply at the tree, “If this is some sick joke I promise I'll set every one of your branches on fire.” If he didn't know better he could have sworn the branches moved in confirmation. . .

 

Growling to himself he made his way from the shade of his house to the shadows of the tree, bending down he lifted the vines and flowery mass and was shocked to find a heavy weight to it, the weight of a typical male. Still not wishing to jump to any conclusions he reached to the head of the shape and gently began easing away the flowers attached; in a strange way he felt like a child opening a present, here was something secret and special just for him and hidden away in a wrapping of natural plants. When his hand touched a vine at the top the rest seemed to shiver and loosen, suddenly he was able to push away all those at the face of the creature within.

 

He stopped.

 

With eyes closed in a sleep-like trance he saw the naked face of a young male, one who couldn't be more than sixteen at most and Saiyan too by the looks of it. His hair was a rich and spiky, smooth to the touch with an elegant black colouring; his skin was almost pale compared to other beings he'd seen like him but still creamy and delicious enough to admire. When he let his eyes trail down to where the rest of the vines had yet to be removed, he saw a muscular neck and upper chest that were toned to perfection; he let his fingers trail over it and found it soft like silk and smooth to touch.

 

This boy was perfect! If he'd had any doubts before about the tree, the flowers, the soul-mates then he no longer did now. Just looking at the boy was wildly arousing and he was the most attractive creature ever, Piccolo could only hope this man felt the same way about him too!

 

Almost rushing in his excitement he ripped the rest of the vines and flowers from the man's body, revealing the naked form beneath - he remembered hearing that the tree only brought the person itself, all earthly possessions would remain where that person had left them, and now looking at this creature he was grateful - no words could describe this moment! Smirking at his good fortune he scooped the man into his arms and carried him into the house. Seeing as the man was still out cold it seemed sensible to take him to a bed and let him rest.

 

Leading him into the bedroom Piccolo carefully laid him upon the cool sheets; the simple touch of something cold on his warm skin stirred Gohan and slowly brought him around, for some reason he felt oddly exposed and more tired than he'd ever before experienced. . . Stretching out his limbs he expected to find the touch of his side-table on his right and the wall of the temple to his left; however he just seemed to be touching a large expanse of bed. That was weird, since when was his bed so large?

 

Opening his eyes he blinked to allow himself to adjust to the light; usually his room was pretty dark, his window was small and was on the West side of the temple, but for some reason this room was warm, bright and golden in colours and contrasts. When he looked down he saw his exposed state and groaned, wasn't he covered up when he went to sleep? Snatching at the covers he pulled them up to his waist and then sat up, rubbing his eyes once more sleepily. Instead of looking up to see his bare room or his brother's hyperactive face he found himself looking at a strange bedroom, and a strange man. . .

 

Oh Kami! Where was he?

 

Out the window was a beautiful view of azure grass, tall trees and rolling hills and meadows with a large, shimmering lake nearby, the room itself was golden and glowing with dozens of interesting antiques and plants, and the man before him was -! Oh God, he was a Namekian! No way, this would have to mean Goku was right, no way would he ever admit that his dad was right! Still, the guy didn't look half-bad at least, in fact he was kind of hot, his green skin complemented his eyes well and his body was more muscular than he'd ever seen, even on his Uncle Radditz. His clothes were a deep purple colour with a white cape, and oddly it suited him too.

 

Gohan blushed - he was here, naked, with a really cute guy in front of him who was probably his soul-mate, and all he could do was turn red and sway his tail about like a Saiyan in heat. This guy probably thought he was insane!

 

“The name's Piccolo,” The guy suddenly said, snapping him back to reality, “It's hard to explain how you got here in this state, but if you don't mind a long story -.”

 

“I - I know, my pops explained it. You're Namekian, right? He said that when a flower falls a child is conceived and that flowers spreads a seed for a new tree, when they tree bears fruit the child - then an adult - can eat the fruit and see its Namekian soul-mate, but when the tree bears flowers the soul-mate is an alien to the Namekian and is taken from their home-planet to their soul-mate. I'm guessing then that the Namekians tree then bears a new flower which falls and the whole thing starts again.”

 

“That's the gist of it,” Piccolo said smiling, “You seem awfully calm though seeing as you've been taken off your home-planet and landed naked before a Namekian.”

 

Gohan laughed gently and blushed again, his right hand brought the covers up more to keep hidden his chest and his left hand caught his tail to stop the damn thing from swaying and spreading its musk; “I'm not calm at all, but I figured if you were my soul-mate then you wouldn't want to hurt me, right? So I must be safe with you.”

 

“You're certainly safe here.”

 

“Well, that's good right?” Gohan beamed warmly, “I know its weird, I know I should be freaked out or should at least not trust you, but I feel -! I feel like I know you some how, like you're a good guy who I can connect with, you know? It's so unreal! Just last night I was at home in the temple, bored out my brain, just wishing - praying - I could leave and find somewhere to go, someone to be with. It's like - it's like the Moon Gods have answered my prayers!”

 

Piccolo smiled, half to reassure the boy and half because he couldn't believe his luck! It seemed he'd found a perfect mate; this man had the looks of an angel, he felt the same way it seemed about life and the situation as he did, and he was knowledgeable on Namekian culture. He could see the boy had a pure heard and apparently a pure body too the way he blushed so, the way he hid his self, the way he forced his tail to stop acting so invitingly. . .

 

If he acted on this right he might be able to start their relationship off on the right foot and gain the boy's trust, he'd heard fellow Namekians say that the best way to begin a relationship was to learn everything about your partner, to hold no secrets and experience each other fully. Perhaps all this time alone had caused him to become needier of late, perhaps the sudden act of companionship was trying him more than he'd like to admit, causing him to feel a burst of sudden love and lust? All he knew was he was aching with need and his body was hot with desire, and this was the person whom he knew he'd be spending his life with, the one person he knew could help him.

 

Trying to act casual he shrugged off his turban and cloak and lay them to rest on a chair to the side of the room, then with slow movements sat at Gohan's side, the bed dipped slightly under the pressure but despite the fact Gohan's exposed body was just inches from his mate's he didn't seem to mind. It seemed that the Saiyan felt as long as there was a layer of material separating them he was safe from any advances.

 

Gently he reached over and stroked the man's cheek with the back of his hand, the boy blushed right away and suddenly the tail of his escaped from his hand and was swaying backwards and forwards. . .

 

“What's your name?”

 

“Son Gohan,” He muttered, staring nervously down at the covers of the bed.

 

“Nice name,” Reaching out he grabbed a hold of the boy's tail lightly and pulled it over to him, he tried to look curious despite the fact he already knew well about the Saiyan anatomy. The tail was extremely sensitive to both pain and pleasure, one pull would leave the Saiyan in agony and incapacitated but one stoke could leave them on the edge of pleasure, “Do you want to stay here? My planet is much more beautiful and varied than Vegeta or its moons, you could be free to do whatever you please whenever you wanted, all I'd ask is that you stay with me so I could get to know you and enjoy your company.”

 

Gohan blushed. Truthfully he wasn't at all sure. . . After all it was true just from the view from the window that this was an amazing planet, and it was also true that Piccolo was very attractive, but if he stayed here he'd be expected to give up his family, his culture, his home! It was a big step. For all he knew this man could be abusive, a drunk, cold, controlling - he didn't know, did he? Maybe that was the whole idea of getting to know a person first, but if he had to make a choice now then -?

 

Suddenly his train of thought stopped.

 

Piccolo was stroking his tail! His clawed fingers were running down the soft, brown fur and then right up against the flow to practically the base of his spine! Oh God, it felt so good . . . his nails were lazily tracing his skin and sending little shocks of pleasure through his spine, and the warmth of his fingertips were rubbing with slight pressure against the grain of fur, leaving electrical jolts of bliss straight to his now aching member. Damn it, he was panting, gasping for breath! His penis was standing straight against the covers that hid his naked body and no doubt Piccolo would see the tent it made!

 

He was purring now - actually purring - and if he didn't know any better he could swear that Piccolo's hand was moving steadily over onto his thigh. . . As he gasped for breath, eyes wide with pupils dilated, cheeks flushed a beautiful crimson he somehow dropped his cover and exposed his entire body to view. His chest was heaving as Piccolo's hand now began stroking his thigh gently, and he could feel his cock throbbing and humming with energy and heat. The tip was leaking and he couldn't take anymore, he just couldn't!

 

“I can make you feel even better,” Piccolo whispered in his ear, his warm breath blowing into him and making his body shudder and sparkling shivers coursed through him, then the touch of a hot, moist tongue reaching out to lick at his lobe, “Do you want me to?”

 

“No - no, we've only just met!” He gasped as Piccolo flipped him gracefully around and pushed him flat against the bed, his member scrapped painfully aroused against the cool sheets, smearing pre-cum over them and standing them white, his face heaved shallow breaths into the pillow, “Stop this! It's not right, it's too soon!”

 

“We're soul-mates aren't we?”

 

“Still, I think we - we should wait! Please! I don't even know you!”

 

Smiling Piccolo nipped playfully at his ear causing Gohan's hands to grasp tightly at the sheets beneath, then with soft movements he began to lick and kiss a slow descent down from Gohan's ear along his spine, his hands roamed over the flawless flesh and fondled lightly at his buttocks before massaging them deeply. Before long his tongue had reached the bottom of his spine and was tracing arousing circles at the base of Gohan's tail, before finally pausing.

 

Gohan sighed in relief. Maybe this man was finally taking sympathy on him? After all he had no say in what was happening and had already begged him to stop, and right now he was so aroused by this horrible chain of events his cock was physically beginning to ache under him! His balls were tensed and his body felt like an ocean of pleasure and pain combined into a steaming hot mix of arousal. Any longer and he was certain he'd be coming all over the sheets! He was just glad Piccolo decided to end his torment!

 

It was then he could feel his cheeks spread by large hands and a warm tongue - that felt larger than it in fact was - lick around his entrance gently, as if asking for invitation to enter. He groaned loudly in both need and fear as his entrance winked back at Piccolo who only laughed in return, then before he could say no the tongue was inside him.

 

Oh Gods! It was the most strangest and yet most erotic feeling he'd ever felt! To feel something so wet, almost slimy, invading him against his will and tracing each ring of hot muscle inside him, to pull in and out as if tasting the most delicious dessert in the world! Oh, it was almost too much! He could feel the building pleasure inside him and then - then something was touched, like a button being flicked on, and he found himself screaming loudly in pleasure.

 

His cock exploded in a sudden stream of come that nested itself between his body and the sheets, sticking to him uncomfortably as his body shook with the remains of his orgasm. He never felt anything quite like this - he hadn't even touched his penis and yet he'd come regardless! - and now his body felt numb, boneless and satiated. He felt perfectly relaxed and calm, his body sinking into the mattress as if to absorb it. He felt amazing. . .

 

“That was your prostate,” Piccolo said with a smirk on his face, “Felt good, huh?”

 

“I - I told you not to! I'm not ready for this.”

 

“Well I think you are. I think you look perfectly fuckable lying there so exposed, so beautiful, so inviting. You're what, sixteen? You're legal and you're old enough to know what true pleasure can be, why not give yourself up to me? I can make you feel ten times better than that, and I can give you that every day for the rest of your life.”

 

“No,” He whispered as if trying to convince himself more than Piccolo.

 

“Trust me; you're going to love this.”

 

Pressing his hand against Gohan's lower back he made sure to hold him in place, with his head still at Gohan's hole he began to lick again slowly but this time added a finger into the proceedings. Still over-sensitive from his orgasm Gohan groaned as the large finger slowly pushed into him, his entrance quivered and fought to push out the intruding digit but the finger kept on till it was all the way in, his muscles tightened and throbbed against him and his pulse could be clearly felt. For Piccolo it was deeply arousing.

 

Removing his tongue he licked his lips and forced in another finger, it was as if Gohan was greedily swallowing them up, as if he wanted or needed more in him to feel full and pleasured. Damn though, the boy was so tight, although he easily took two fingers he was clamping down on them like a vice, he couldn't wait to get in there and experience it himself. Carefully he placed in a third finger but stopped when he heard a moan of pain from Gohan, feeling a stab of guilt he began to thrust in and out and made sure to aim for the spot that would have him seeing stars.

 

Suddenly Gohan's back arched like a bow-string and he was moaning loudly from pleasure, his eyesight went white as his cock came back to life, jumping and throbbing into a half-erect state to a fully-erect one. The fingers continued thrusting, this time harder and Gohan wondered if it was possible to come twice in a row, but then after a few more powerful and deep thrusts the fingers were removed and Gohan was left feeling empty and bereft.

 

“Piccolo. . .” He murmured, clutching at the sheets as a cool hand stroked his back.

 

“That's it, say my name Gohan.”

 

“St - stop. . .”

 

Crawling over Gohan's body Piccolo bent down and kissed lightly at his neck, he teeth nipping lightly and tongue teasing over the area to soothe it, he whispered sweet comments into his ear, things to calm him and help him; `I love you' and `you're so beautiful' he repeated continuously like a mantra. It somehow seemed to calm him and as he turned his head to look up at Piccolo he swooped down for a kiss and locked the boy's mouth to his.

 

Gohan's lips felt soft and sweet against his, the taste of them like cool ice cream on a summer's day, and as he managed to get the boy to part his mouth he forced in his tongue and took in as much as the taste he could get. The kiss was passionate and wild, hot and forceful; he could feel the roughness of his lover's own tongue, the smoothness of his cheeks, and the clash of their teeth against one another. All the while his own growing erection was pressing against his own clothes and rubbing painfully between Gohan's buttocks.

 

Wrenching his own mouth away he quickly reached down and ripped his trousers down to his knees, freeing his own weeping member enough to put it to use, then returning to the kiss he reached between the sheets and Gohan's body for his own member to distract the boy from what was about to come. His hand clenched around the length tightly, but not tight enough to restrict the pleasure, then slowly began to pump up and down the velvety shaft as Gohan tossed and turned in pleasure, groaning loudly into Piccolo's mouth.

 

When Gohan finally thought he couldn't take anymore he felt something press hard against his opening, he hissed in pain when the mushroom-shaped head of Piccolo pushed into him, he felt so large! A lot larger than three fingers at any rate! It - it burned too, it was like he was being filled to his limit and about to split open, but then when Piccolo pushed all the way in at once something was pressed against, that spot inside him that sent a fire of ecstasy through his veins. Suddenly his pain was merging with pleasure and he was moaning and groaning like crazy.

 

Piccolo hissed at the sudden pleasure. Gohan was so damn tight! It was like he was being drained of everything he had, electricity was surging through his veins and his skin tingled with a glowing redness, his body was throbbing with bliss starting at his groin and spreading through to his every limb. It was getting harder and harder to time his thrusts with his movements on Gohan's lower body, his pleasure was just so distracting and then - then Gohan was thrusting back! Oh Kami! It was too much!

 

For Gohan every movement seemed to last forever; each thrust of the hips or move of the hand thrilled him past all experience, every kiss on his neck or stroke of his back just heightened his pleasure. He seemed overly-sensitive to everything, as if experiencing life for the first time, the way the bed rocked with each thrust or the headboard banged against the wall, the way his own voice seemed to mewl out sounds of pleasure and Piccolo's name, the way the hot skin-on-skin contact felt so good!

 

It all seemed to end too soon for Piccolo; it just seemed every damn movement Gohan made was so erotic that he couldn't control himself! They were making love, it was wild and passionate and the best damn experience of his life and he couldn't hold out a minute longer even if he tried!

 

As he thrust out for the last time he came forcefully inside Gohan, right at the boy's prostate, the pressure of which sent him into his own fateful climax so his inner walls clamped down upon Piccolo, milking him for the last of his seed. White essence seeped out of Gohan's now red raw entrance as both men rode out the after-shocks of pleasure, both bodies shaking with need and dripping with hard-earned sweat, with one last thrust Piccolo collapsed down on the bed beside Gohan, his shirt now sleeked with sweat and clinging to his chest, his trousers sticking to his lover as he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into a warm, post-coital hug.

 

Groaning Gohan rolled over, his chest now stained with semen and sweat, his rear aching and sore despite feeling tingly with pleasure. With eyes hazy and half-closed, his breath heavy and hot against Piccolo's skin, he began to rest into a faded sleep, but before he would allow himself the privilege of rest had to clear something up with his new-lover first. . .

 

“Bastard,” He whispered.

 

“What was that?” Piccolo said smiling, kissing him on the top of his hair.

 

“You heard me. You're a bastard! I told you `no' but you still took me anyway.”

 

“Don't pretend like you didn't love it.”

 

To prove a point he reached down to Gohan's chest and wiped off a good deal of the come on his skin, then lifting his fingers to his mouth licked off the salty substance with a contented smile that made Gohan's penis twitch in appreciation despite its thorough workout. Piccolo just moaned in pleasure and kissed his neck gently, “I love you, Son Gohan.”

 

“I should hate you,” Gohan snapped, trying to frown but instead looking like a pouting kitten, “You know if - and I mean if - I let there be a next time then I'll be the one on top!”

Piccolo laughed, “I'll like to see you try.”

 

With a smile on his lips he reached down and captured Gohan's mouth in his and pressed him for the most loving, gentle, caring kiss of his life. This could quite easily be the most perfect moment the two would ever share, and neither doubted they'd be more moments like this to come. . .

 

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Somewhere outside a flower fell from its tree, bearing a new seed. . .