Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ The Sickness is Rising ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Down With The Sickness
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Combinations of Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Gokou, and Vejita
Warnings: incest, yaoi, incest, lemon, incest, violence, incest, smut… incest.
Summary: Trunks and Gohan are both in love… with their own special loves.
(Don't assume anything!) However, when they start to notice others, they begin to wonder…
A/N: Hugs and big glomps to Shi-Saiyan for betaing!! LOVE YOUUUUU!


The Sickness Is Rising:

Although on Vejitasei it was something sacred, it was only a game to Gohan
and Gokou. They played this nameless game on the night of every full moon, merely as a way of ripping themselves away from the facades they lived
beneath each day. They were Saiyajin - half and whole - and nothing could
strip them of that. Gokou's innocence, Gohan's school, these were merely
ningen traits which the two of them had been forced into. They didn't love
these things, not like battle, not like the hunts.

Since the rebirth of Chikyuu, the peaceful life that followed, Gokou and Gohan
had both been going insane. How Vejita and Trunks managed to cope with the boredom was beyond their knowledge. The Hunt had come to them out of pure need years ago, but there had been no fear or horror out of their mating. Their
first coupling had been many years ago, during their training against Cell.
Gokou could still remember how his son had trembled in the small bed,
tormented by nightmares of his past failures. His touches had been gentle,
offering peace and pleasure instead of the cold sweats and trembles.

Out of shame, Gokou had remained dead. He couldn't bear facing Gohan after
what he'd done, but when he had returned, he had been met with smiles. Afterwards, once peace had returned to the small blue planet, Gohan had
come to him, eager to know why he'd left… and wanting… no, needing the
careless outlook on life that Gokou possessed.

During these moonlit nights, everything changed. Gohan stopped being the
study-focused boy that Chichi had forced him to be. He unleashed those primal instincts that were buried in the deepest part of his soul, never allowed to
come out and greet the day. Gohan was too humanized for his own good. It
left the boy of the razor's edge of sanity, and when his true self was released, it was furious and hungry.

Gohan was a forced to be reckoned with on these nights.

It made Gokou's excited blood boil!

Through the depths of an Amazon forest, Gokou wandered, gaze never losing
the beauty of his surroundings. It had recently rained, and the ground was
moist, raindrops clinging to the leaves of the trees that constantly surrounded
him. There were no animals anywhere nearby, not for miles. They could sense Gohan and he, their heated arousals, their tense movements that were poised
for battle and oh, so much more.

Gokou had come here hunting for his son, but now he was beginning to wonder who the prey was. He could no longer sense Gohan's ki, but he could smell the strain of the boy's throbbing shaft that was just waiting for Gokou's touch. The scent was overwhelmingly strong, filling Gokou's lungs. He shivered with excitement and paused against a tree, leaning back and staring up at the night
sky. It was perfect here. They couldn't see the moon through the thick foliage,
and there was no life anywhere nearby. None would ever know they were
together, and no one was in danger from them.

Eyes slid closed with a faint purr as his senses unconsciously sought out friends
and family. The closest person was Tien, and even he was a continent away.
Back home his thoughts searched, finding the highest ki first - Vejita. Vejita
and Trunks were together tonight. Gokou's purr grew fiercer as the scent grew stronger. His eyes slid open, finally sensing Gohan's approach. Indeed, he had become the hunted. The purr shifted, becoming a feral possessive growl as he
rose from the tree and fell down into a fighting position. Did Gohan really think
he could lay claim to the most powerful Saiyajin on the planet?

Gokou was caught off guard as a ki blast was sent through the trees. He
dodged just in time, jumping back on the ground to kick the energy into the heavens. He collapsed on the ground with a huff of relief, but suddenly jumped
as arms wrapped around his shoulders. Warm lips nipped on his ear as an
aching erection was rubbed against the bottom of his spine. Gokou's purr
returned as he leaned back, arching his neck for the warm mouth. "Mine,"
growled Gohan, hands gripping the elder Saiyajin's shoulders and shoving his
father to the ground.

Grinning up at the lust hazy gaze, Gokou shoved Gohan away and onto his back
on the ground, rolling on top of him and ripping away the gi. Obviously not in a
uke mood this night, Gohan snarled, swinging a fist at the full-blooded Saiyajin. Gokou ducked to the side, missing it by inches. He gripped the hand, quickly grabbing the other before it could mimic its mate's movement, he shoved them
above Gohan's head, crushing their lips together fiercely. Gohan's teeth
clamped down over his bottom lip, but it only earned a deep moan from Gokou. Rubbing their clothed hips together, Gokou shoved his tongue through the
barrier of teeth and deep into Gohan's mouth, purring sensuously. Gohan's
teeth scraped down his tongue, an enraged growl burning deep in his throat.
Blood from Gokou's split lip caused the growl to intensify. Snarling, Gohan
ripped his wrists free and shoved Gokou onto his back rising to rip away the remainder of his clothing.

Annoyed with the lack of touch, and wanting to prevent it from happening again, Gokou mimicked his son's movements, tossing aside the orange and blue gi in annoyance, stripping his body of the boots and wrist-guards. Midnight eyes wandered up over Gohan's body as the boy toed off his shoes. Strong firm
muscles covered almost every inch of the younger man's smooth pale body. His
aching cock stood proudly at attention. Each curve seemed perfectly carved
and Gokou purred in appreciation.

"I'm seme," snarled Gohan, glaring down at his father.

Gokou grinned in response. "We'll see about that."

Rising to his feet, Gokou slugged Gohan, sending him reeling backwards and against a tree. The wood cracked from the impact, but remained stable. As the dazed demi-Saiyajin struggled to regain his senses, Gokou didn't pause for a second. He rushed forward and shoved himself against the smaller body, their arousals clashing against one another as their lips met, teeth snagging
everything they could grip on. Blood dripped from one mouth to another as
tongues fought for more. Gokou gripped Gohan's hips, grinding himself against
pale skin.

Seemingly forgetting about his demand of position, Gohan relaxed against the
tree, gripping his father's arms as Gokou grabbed his son's hips and drew
him up. Heels pressed against buttocks as Gohan moaned out against wet lips.
A larger sweaty hand gripped around an aching shaft and gently stroked,
causing the younger of the two to moan. Drawing back, Gokou watched Gohan
with lidded eyes. The demi-Saiyajin arched into the hand, nails digging into his
father's skin. Little rivulets of blood cascading down muscular skin, filling the
air with the warm scent.

"Damn it… will you stop playing!" Gohan snarled, writhing against the mind-numbing touches. Chuckling, Gokou released the shaft, hands running over the demi-Saiyajin's form. Guiding his right hand up, he ran his fingers along the
moist bottom lip, pressing for entrance. Grinning, Gohan's lips parted just
slightly. He leaned forward, sucking in the digits and lapping at them softly
before his teeth chomped down. Gokou hissed and glared, but with a
rut-frenzied mind, Gohan merely smirked.

Fingers dripping with blood and saliva, Gokou reclaimed his hand and pressed it against Gohan's entrance. He watched with amusement as the young demi-
Saiyajin winced against the sensation, back arching just slightly. With ease,
Gokou inserted more fingers. The entrance was already loose and somewhat
moist, bodily Saiyajin instincts and functions moistening the entrance in
preparation during full moon nights.

The smirk on Gokou's face could almost be described as sadistic. He grinned at
his child, cheeks flushed and arousal pressing against the boy's sac as cruel
fingers slowly rubbing against warm tight walls, drawing out Gohan's
pleasurable anguish. Leaning down, Gokou ran his teeth across one of Gohan's hardened nipples, drawing blood with a soft bite. Gohan arched against the
touch with a shiver raking his body. Resting his forehead against the sweaty
skin, Gokou shoved his hand deeper and chuckled at the yelp he earned from
the motion. Midnight eyes wandered down to stare at the length that was
aching for attention. "You want more?" he whispered huskily.

Gohan had lost all his schooling in this moment. He could only faintly whimper, inner caverns clamping around the fingers deep inside him, just inches from
the bundle of nerves that could be the key to his release. It was at that
moment that Gokou drew his fingers out. Gohan snarled, reaching out and
gripping his hands in his father's thick coarse mane. The harsh fingers gripped
the locks roughly, yanking Gokou's head away from the heated moist skin of Gohan's chest.

Only a sly smirk greeted Gohan in return. "I asked you a question, Gohan."

Snarling, Gohan punched his father. Shocked by the uncharacteristic
desperateness of the demi, Gokou stumbled back, losing his grip. He fell to
the ground and lay trapped there by his son. Wrists were yanked above his
head and held there by a single powerful hand. Lidded eyes watched as Gohan
moved quickly, but they both knew who was more powerful.

Leaning over his father, Gohan smirked, shocking the elder Saiyajin. Gokou
grinned as Gohan positioned himself over the awaiting hardness, pressing
down so slowly it ripped a long groan from the full-blooded Saiyajin's throat.
As the hilt of Gokou's shaft was engulfed, Gokou felt limp on the ground.
Gohan always had to be in control, he sighed, but not of annoyance, but contentment. It was fun letting the kid do all the work.

Sweaty palms against Gokou's abdomen for balance, knees bent on either side
of the bulky twice-ascended Saiyajin, Gohan slowly moved up, muttering a
quiet curse in his own desperate need. Gokou laughed, shaking his head in exasperation. Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around the hardened arousal
and stroked harshly. Gohan hissed through his teeth, jerking up faster and slamming down around his father's need with an almost frantic groan.

"You're too lazy, Gohan!" Gokou exclaimed with a laugh, gripping Gohan's hip
with one hand and shoving him back. Almost willing to give up the control, legs wrapped around Gokou's waist, Gohan tossed his head back onto the ground, arching his hips upwards for Gokou's convenience. Hand matching pace with
hips, Gokou shoved himself deep into the awaiting entrance, purring with the tightness.

He leaned down, capturing Gohan's lips and swallowing the younger Saiyajin's
whimpers. There was a blissful sense of peace each time he was buried inside
the boy's depths, away from the world, his wife, his friends and his loved ones
who thought only of him as simple, sweet, and innocent Son Gokou. Gohan
knew better, though. Gohan has seen the dark Saiyajin named Kakarrotto, and
it hadn't caused him fear.

Crying out, Gohan unleashed his seed into Gokou's awaiting hand. The walls tightened around Gokou's length and the Saiyajin moaned against his son's lips, biting down on the pale skin as the followed, filling the boy with his essence
with a dark growl.

Together they lay, savoring each sensation as they fell from their heights.
Around them, the quiet chirp of birds returned to the nighttime sky. Gokou
smiled against his son's lips, where the two remained motionless against each other. The wildlife was returning, no longer in fear of the warriors now that
they had been satiated. He could feel the moistness around his limp shaft, still deeply buried within the young demi-Saiyajin.

Lidded black eyes slowly slid open and Gohan stared sleepily at his father's face.

"Vejita and Trunks are together," Gokou shared in a quiet whisper.

"Together?" Gohan muttered, brows narrowing.

"Like us," Gokou responded. He may be concerned a moron to his friends and family, but he knew that, by ningen standards, incest was something that they
did not permit in society, and between two men, father and son, it would make things even worse. He smiled softly, though, brushing his lips against Gohan's.
It seemed even more right now. Vejita and Trunks, Gokou and Gohan… if Vejita,
the prince of their race, was able to find pleasure in his own son, then Gokou
had no reason to feel guilt in himself.

Gohan blushed, turning his head aside, a frown marring his flushed features.
The last person he wanted to think of right now was Trunks… and especially
not Vejita!

~*~

TBC
~Jady