Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Downward Spiral ❯ Chapter Twenty: Side Story ( Chapter 20 )

Chapter Twenty: Gohan/Piccolo

 

A/N: This was originally going to be a side-story but I thought, `what the hell - it might as well be an actual chapter'; I was inspired to do this by one of the reviews asking for more Gohan/Piccolo, so guess what, this is chapter is all Gohan/Piccolo, lol.

Anyway I've not written any fanfictions in a long while, especially those with questionable content, so hope it turns out okay!

 

Warning: Yaoi, lemon, a few uses of swearing.

 

Damn, why couldn't he stop his heart from racing?

This was stupid - he couldn't exactly confess his feelings, right? After all they'd been mentor and pupil for so long, friends for years, one word now and that might be ruined, and they might never have the same relationship again! What was worse was what if Piccolo was disgusted with him? Namekians' hardly had the same outlook to relationships and sex after all. Then again Piccolo didn't seem to have a problem with Vegeta or Goku - well aside from the fact he hated Vegeta obviously - so why would he have a problem with who Gohan liked?

No, he should try and stay positive! After all Piccolo might just as equally say yes, he might think of Gohan in the same way and want the same things, and if Vegeta was able to guess how he felt then surely Piccolo would know too? Hell, even Goku was able to guess the fact he was in love! Or at least thought he was . . .

Still, he was just out from hospital, they'd just found out about his self-harm and his obvious suicide attempt, then with the problems at home with Chi-Chi and the fact that Goku was telling everyone about Vegeta's cub even as he stood here, there was no way Piccolo would pursue a relationship with him even if he wanted one. It wouldn't be right for the Namekian. Piccolo was a lone wolf, the sort of guy to train alone and feel nothing for others, and the fact Gohan was the only person to get so close to him meant Piccolo would treasure him more, he'd feel like he was pressuring him if they started something now. Damn it! Why was this all so confusing?

“Gohan? What are you doing here?”

Jumping he looked up only to find the object of his thoughts wandering over Kami's Lookout to his direction. He could feel himself blushing right away mostly, from the embarrassment of what he'd just been thinking, partly from the fact he knew what he was about to say and damned the consequences.

Swallowing nervously he scratched at his neck and made a nervous sound with his throat; “Heh, well I'm - err - it's like . . . I was watching the boys for dad and he came down to talk to them, you know? To - err - tell them about the cub. I already knew what he was about to tell them so I - I came to see you. . .”

“Why would you do that?”

“Well! You're my mentor and friend! I thought it'd be nice to visit. . .”

“Is that all?”

“Ye - yeah, of course it is!”

Piccolo looked him over suspiciously. There was something about how the boy was acting, so unusually shy and nervous, it made him doubt what he was hearing. It was obvious things had changed between them recently, Gohan clinging to Piccolo like a shadow and all, but such changes could have been due to numerous reasons, not including the recent suicide attempt and need for comfort. It hurt him that his charge could keep something so secret from him, something that was obviously worrying him, after all Piccolo couldn't even begin to explain his feelings for Gohan and to see the boy so hurt, so alone in his problems. . . it was murder.

Without a word he turned his back and looked over to main building on the Lookout, it's white walls glowing serenely in the bright sunlight, the hot sun warmed his green skin in a rather calming way almost making him forget his own worries.

“Follow me Gohan, we need to talk.”

“What about?”

“I think you know what,” Turning his head he locked eyes with Gohan and gave an almost sincere smile, “Don't worry so much.”

“Sure, easy for you to say Big Green!”

The laugh that escaped his lips was oddly comforting; it was a deep yet melodious sound, somewhat reminiscent of Goku yet uniquely belonging to Gohan, it made something stir within Piccolo but what he didn't know - or at least wish to acknowledge - but the feeling that something within Gohan had become happier, more content was music to his ears. What was it that Piccolo was feeling? What was it stirring within him that he'd been feeling for so long?

Growling to himself he shook his head as he walked away with Gohan following. For crying out loud, the kid was affecting him in more ways than one, ever since the day they first met he'd becoming more and more sentimental by the day and now -? Now he was stuck wondering why he felt so happy when Gohan suddenly appeared, why he felt so calm when they were side-by-side, and why he felt so empty when he was gone. What were these emotions? Was it mere attachment? Or was it something more - was it love?

How foolish.

What if it was love? Gohan was many years his junior and an attractive Human, he could have any being he so desired, what would make him choose Piccolo? Especially when he doubted his own feelings, lacked an understanding of what he felt let alone for the boy?

After a few moments of awkward silence Piccolo had led them to his own bedroom; it was the only place guaranteed of total silence and no disruptions, the room itself was bare with only the most necessary of furniture and a window that overlooked the whole of the Lookout and thus the blue skies and shimmering sun. The view alone awed Gohan as he entered but it wasn't until he turned and saw Piccolo - standing confidently with arms folded against a broad chest - that he realised just what he was about to say and where he was. Man this was going to be awkward!

Sitting on the bed Gohan began fidgeting with his hands nervously, and when Piccolo came over to him and stood only a few inches away he began to fidget even more, if he were to look up right at eye-level would be Piccolo's -. No! He'd just have to keep his eyes downward; he couldn't be distracted right now, no way!

“So Gohan? You want to tell me why you're behaviour's so odd? Why the sudden visit? It's not like you.”

“It's - it's complicated Piccolo. I did ask Vegeta for some advice but he just made fun of me -.”

Piccolo grunted. “You should have asked me instead of that monkey prince.”

“That's the thing! I couldn't ask you!”

“Don't you trust me?”

That stung.

How could Piccolo think that? He meant the world to Gohan! He was his idol, his hero, his friend, his mentor, his love -! To him Piccolo was everything a perfect person should be; he had the body that was flawless, the smarts to nearly rival Bulma, the personality to rival any of the Z fighters. Piccolo was always there for him, always, he was willing to trust his entire life to him if need be! The fact he could think Gohan didn't trust him was painful; it was like he'd taken a knife and cut his own friend, like he'd willingly inflicted pain on another. . .

“I do trust you, Piccolo!”

“Then why couldn't you tell me whatever it is?”

“Because - because it's about you.”

Piccolo froze. Him?

Gohan was blushing wildly now and if possibly sinking further down so his hands were ever closer to his face, he was sitting precariously on the edge of the bed so that one movement and he may fall off altogether. Whatever it was he had to ask advice about Piccolo for it couldn't be good . . . why such a reaction else? Had Piccolo done something to offend the man before him, had he hurt him in some way? No - if he had then why the blush? Why would Gohan be the one to be embarrassed?

Unless -. . . No, it wasn't realistic; no way could it be true, could it?

“Piccolo, I - I'm in love with you.”

He stood in complete silence for a long moment.

Had he just heard right? Gohan was in love with him? That was impossible! He knew that Gohan was acting oddly recently but because he was in love? With Piccolo nonetheless! It was odd, Piccolo had long ago given up on the idea of love, if he ever wished to carry on his line he could produce his own child, his species was typically asexual, although he could reproduce and fall in love with another it never seemed to happen. . . Sure he found himself feeling more and more for Gohan but he never had a word for those feelings, never thought Gohan might feel anything similar back!

He must have been quiet for too long because suddenly Gohan was babbling; “I'm sorry! It's just I've felt this way for so long and - and the feeling keeps getting stronger! When I was in hospital and I first woke up all I could think was `what have I put Piccolo through?' I didn't even think about my brother or parents, just you! Then everyday during my training with pops I just wanted to train with you, when I hung out with Sharpener I wanted to hang out with you, when I was on a date with Videl -!”

“Gohan, be quiet a moment.”

“I just wanted you to know it's not a crush or a sudden thing! I've felt this was for so long, and I -.”

Suddenly he felt a crush of lips against his own.

Jumping in shock he opened his wide to see Piccolo against him, both hands pressed on the bed either side of Gohan and his lips moving wildly against his own; the touch of lips on his was warm and comforting, hot and tender. It felt so right, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this one moment. Did this mean Piccolo felt the same?

Before he could form his thoughts into another coherent sentence he felt his lips part as Piccolo's warm tongue invaded his mouth, exploring him as the kiss deepened and a low moan escaped from Gohan. Moving his own tongue into action the two battled for dominance until Gohan gave up and let Piccolo take control, Piccolo's hand moving from his side to trail along his back and rest on his neck, cupping his head backwards to deepen the kiss.

Then as quick as it started he moved back.

Both men left gasping for breath with a pink flush washing their cheeks; Gohan was the first to recover as he touched his bruised lips gently and gazed lustfully at his mentor, it felt so amazing and at the same time so unreal.

“You feel the same way?” He panted out.

“I won't lie to you,” Piccolo said, climbing onto the bed so that Gohan was forced to move up and lie against it as Piccolo towered over him on all fours, “I'm not sure what I feel. I just know Gohan that out of everyone I've ever met you're the only one who's made me feel this way. I crave you when you're not here and dream about you when you're gone, when you're here it's all I can do not to touch you, hold you, whisper what you want to hear. If that's love then yes, I love you.”

“Piccolo,” Gohan whispered, reaching up to stroke the soft green skin under his fingertips, trailing his hands along the flushed cheek and solid neck to the toned muscles of the chest beneath, “Show me. Show me please; show me that you love me.”

It was all Piccolo needed to hear.

Instantly his lips crashed against Gohan's, the passion running through them higher than before as his hands encircled Piccolo's waist before running up the muscles of his back, warming the cool skin with his own. It was strange for Piccolo, this should have felt like it was moving too fast but it didn't, they'd known each other for years and felt this way for so long, instead it felt right.

He could feel Gohan's hands exploring every inch of his clothed body within reach; soft caresses on his shoulders, forceful kneading on his buttocks, it was madly arousing to have the touch of another on his skin, to have his body pressed flush against Gohan's as he almost writhed on the bed with his mouth locked to Piccolo's. Time seemed to stand still as his body soared with a newfound heat and a desperate need; his own hands trailed up Gohan's chest between their bodies and began to tear into his clothes, ripping them as he pulled the shirt up over Gohan's panting frame.

Gohan moaned as they were forced to break the kiss, his arms now high above his head as his shirt rubbed against his overly-sensitive flesh, his hair mussed slightly from the movement. He gazed up at Piccolo with need, his lips parted and flushed.

As Piccolo sat up to admire the sculpted chest beneath him he ground their arousals against each other, causing them both to let out feral groans of need and desire. Gohan was now sitting up as he began to kiss Piccolo passionately, his hands ridding all the upper clothing from his new lover as quickly as he could, breaking the kiss as little as need be. He could feel his erection throbbing in the confines of his trouser, the head pressing against Piccolo's thigh through the fabric as a small wet spot began to stain them. Pressing their chests together, feeling the other's heartbeat, the sheens of sweat merging together, it was almost too much.

Gently Piccolo pressed him back down against the bed, this time trailing the lips and tongue over the sensitive skin of his neck, treasuring each sweet inch and allowing gentle pressure as his teeth grazed over the tendons.

“Piccolo. . .” Gohan gasped.

Smiling Piccolo went lower. Licking a long line down the muscles of his chest until he reached the small nipple, then taking it into his mouth he began to suck and bite it into life, causing rivers of pleasure to trickle down Gohan's spine. Groaning he arched his back and let out a long moan as Piccolo's hand trailed up to rub and pinch the neglected nipple. His other hand snaking lower until it rested at the hem of his trousers. Just when he felt he couldn't take anymore the pleasure stopped, the hands were off him and instead Piccolo's face was hovering above his own, so close he could feel the warm breath on his cheek.

Stroking his side lightly Piccolo gave a small smile, his blush now covering most of his body rather than just his face, his own member crying for attention in the same way Gohan's wept and ached.

“Gohan . . .” He gasped, “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure this isn't too fast for you?”

“Piccolo,” Smiling he pushed his hand down his lover's chest all along to the bulge in his trousers, then with a devilish smirk cupped his rigid length through the material lightly, then applying pressure ground his hand against it. Piccolo let out a howling cry and thrust into the warmth of the hand, desperate for some skin-to-skin contact, “I know what I want. I love you; as long as it's you I'm doing this with I'll be fine. Please, just take me.”

“Are you sure?”

Squeezing again, this time harder, he pressed his lips against Piccolo's and smiled; “I'm sure. Please Piccolo.”

Well he'd done the right thing, he'd made sure it was okay with Gohan and even gave him a chance to quit before it was too late, but now he was sure this was fine he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. Gohan looked so delectable lying under him on the soft covers of the bed, chest exposed and eyes dilated, sweat pouring and skin crimson, he was just begging to be taken, to be ravished and loved.

With one deeper, meaningful kiss Piccolo pulled Gohan's hand away from his crotch and began to peel off the boy's trousers from his body, he had to stop momentarily to remove the boots from his feet, but remembered to plant soft kisses down the muscled legs as he removed the last articles of clothing. Finally Gohan was fully revealed to him.

He looked magnificent.

Every inch of him was a pale, flawless white and his body muscled and toned to perfection, his member was standing rigidly up so it's tip touched at the man's stomach. The small beads of pre-cum gathered at the tip and left a stain on his abdomen; he actually had a good inch or so on Piccolo both in girth and length, but that didn't matter, it wasn't jealously Piccolo felt but pride, pride that this man was the man who was going to be his lover. There was no way he'd let Gohan leave him, no way he'd ever hurt the angel beneath him, he realised in those few moment that this indeed was love.

Bending down he licked from the base of Gohan's member up to the top of his weeping slit, the salty essence of the liquid covering him almost addictive in its taste, then without warning he took the head entirely into his mouth and sank the entire length into his waiting hole. Gohan screamed in pleasure. Piccolo was hardly a natural at this, certainly without practise, but he managed to go right down to the base, his nose prickling against the black pubic hairs. When Gohan thrust he choked a little and pulled back only to start again, his tongue traces patterns along the main vein and under the ridge of the head, finally entering the slit to gain more access to that precious pre-cum.

With his right hand he worked the fastenings of his own trousers and managed to undo the front to free his aching penis, with his left hand he moved it up slowly to Gohan's thigh and massaged lightly before moving to stroke, tug and rub at the large balls at his base. Gohan was writhing and panting like crazy, his body felt hot as an inferno and his mind could no longer form a sentence of any coherence. Damn, it felt so good! So right!

Slowly Piccolo worked a finger free from the balls and traced it over the sensitive skin to the boy's anus; ever so gently he began to rub against that ring of muscle until it loosened enough for him to slip in a finger. At once Gohan tensed and each ring of his anus pressed against his finger with a right pressure, the whole channel throbbing against him with its warmth and uncertainty.

“Relax Gohan; it'll be easier that way.”

“No, it'd - it'd be easier if you used some lube first,” He gasped as Piccolo resumed his sucking upon his aching penis, “In my trouser pocket - should be hand cream, you can use that.”

Groaning Piccolo left his place between Gohan's now spread legs and removed his finger, quickly he fished on the floor and found the hand cream that was mentioned, it made him wonder how Gohan knew about this kind of stuff. How did he know that lube was needed? Had he had sex before, had he been with another man? No, his lover was just smart, he probably knew the theory but never had the practise, but still he couldn't help the pang of jealousy as he poured the lube over his penis in generous amounts.

Before he entered he moved up to bring Gohan into another kiss, his tongue sweeping every inch of his mouth and then with his lubed fingers pushed gently back into that sweet hole, it was much easier this time and Gohan gasped and wrapped his legs around his waist. The sudden movement forced Piccolo's wet cock to brush against the man's buttocks, causing him to moan in pleasure as he inserted another finger into Gohan, scissoring him open. By the time the third finger was in he'd managed to press against that pleasurable button that sent violent tremors of sheer ecstasy through Gohan's body.

Piccolo couldn't take any more.

The soft whimpers, the hoarse moans, the cries of wild bliss that escaped Gohan each time his prostate was pressed was too much - the way he writhed on the sheets and allowed them to tangle and crease around his limbs, the way his hands clung onto Piccolo's shoulder and dug small half-moon crescent into his skin. Damn! His own penis was weeping profusely and if he didn't start soon he might finish before he'd even begun.

Pulling out his fingers Gohan groaned at the loss and thrust back into the air for some release, instead Piccolo held tight to his sides and kept his hips in place as his lover keened and stroked every available inch of skin he could find. Desperately Piccolo needed more, holding his member steady he pressed against Gohan's hole and moaned as his head became swallowed by that first ring of muscle. Fuck! There was no way Gohan could have done this before; he was just too tight, too hot and constricting against his hard flesh!

“Piccolo. . .”

Groaning in pleasure he hooked one of Gohan's legs in the crook of his arm for a better depth, his other hand pressed against the side of his head, then easing himself in he forced his entire length into Gohan. He must have prepared his lover well or at least hit his prostate on the first try, because there wasn't any sign of discomfort on his face, only the arching of his back and his eyes squeezing shut in bliss as his nails raked down Piccolo's back.

Gohan couldn't describe it but the feeling was like heaven! He felt so full, so connected with Piccolo, he could feel every inch of the Namekian inside him as his inside squeezed against him, he could feel each tiny movement and the little thrusts that were given involuntarily. He could see the grimace on Piccolo's face as pleasure coursed through his veins and yet he tried to give time to Gohan to adjust. Every second that passed felt like an eternity as the waves of pleasure spread through to the very fibre of his being, and just when he couldn't take anymore Piccolo suddenly pulled out and thrust deeply back in.

He screamed.

God that felt so good! It was like his head would explode from the sheer pleasure, his heart was beating wildly and sweat was dripping from his body, his hands were gripping whatever part of Piccolo they could purchase as his knuckles turned white and his toes curled. Kami, he never knew this could feel like this! Tightening his legs around Piccolo he thrust into him, waiting for Piccolo to thrust back, and soon they had found a rhythm of their own.

Piccolo growled as Gohan tightened involuntarily around him, his member being sucked of the last of it's pre-cum which was weeping and weeping into Gohan's passage, his thrusting was almost manic now as he banged into his lover trying to keep an aim for that one spot that would make him see stars. He was getting closer, he knew he couldn't hold out for long as his balls ached for release and his body felt like a fire had been lit upon it. Kami! Oh Kami . . .

Suddenly Gohan was screaming at the top of his lungs and when Piccolo looked his cock was spurting its thick white substance all over his stomach and chest, his anal muscles clenched down almost painfully onto Piccolo and tears formed into the corners of his eyes. Nails raked down Piccolo's back drawing blood as Gohan's mouth opened wide as his back bent to the point of snapping, toes grabbing hold of the sheets of the bed bringing them up.

After a few more thrusts Piccolo was right there with Gohan. Exploding in bliss his vision became a hazy white, his heart momentarily stopped and his cum seemed to spurt in torrents that never wanted to end, he was filling Gohan to the brim as he rode out his aftershocks. Gasping for breath as his body fell boneless into a quivering mound of pleasure he collapsed upon his lover, unable to even find the energy to pull himself out.

Five or ten minutes later he rolled over to one side and pulled himself out; Gohan's eyes were already half-closed and his face looking the personification of relaxation, with a blissful smile he rolled over too and nuzzled his face into his mentor's chest, his hand resting over his abdomen as he continued to smile contently.

“That was amazing,” He mumbled into the green skin.

Piccolo grunted, “I never knew you were so vocal in bed.”

Laughing gently Gohan pulled at one the sheets and covered their two bodies; the touch of the fabric was cool on their sweat-stained skin and made him shiver as the material caressed him lightly. It was such a magic moment, he felt he could lie here forever and be forever content. When Piccolo's arms wrapped around him and he felt the soft kiss on his unruly, black hair he could have died from the sheer overwhelming sensations of peace he felt.

Before he fell off into a deep sleep he could have sworn he heard the words `I love you' whispered into his ear, the very sound making him beam with warmth and seethe with gratitude. . . .