Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragons and Yaoi ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit while using them.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Bishounen (“pretty boy”). Absolute OOC.

 

Dragons and Yaoi

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Redmarshin

 

Part 10

 

They walked for one day more, and, as the day went to an end, finally, far in the distance, they saw the lights of a lighthouse.

 

“Finally,” Athara breathed through chattering teeth.

 

“As soon as you are there, you are getting a hot bath and a huge bowl of soup,” Gohan declared, taking in Athara's blue lips and red cheeks and nose.

 

“Don't torture me with those thoughts… Just go faster!” Athara groaned.

 

“You are the one that is lagging behind…” Gohan reminded Athara by pulling him by his arm. The last several hours he had to support Athara because the younger man was dangerously close to falling over from fatigue. Now they were lagging behind all other men.

 

“Then pull me faster…!” Athara groaned again. “I want a hot bath!”

 

“No, seriously, you are worse than a woman,” Gohan shook his head, dragging the younger male after him.

 

“You are going to scrub my back for that!” Athara muttered under his breath.

 

XXXXX

 

At about midnight they approached the harbor. Delaros paid the captain, and the four of them separated from the crew.

 

“Tyari,” Gohan growled after twenty minutes of walking. “I'm tired and angry, and if you don't get the fuck out of here, I'll really kill you,” he hissed after Tyari tried to follow Athara for the fifth time. “We saved your skin, now get lost!”

 

Tyari pouted. “Athara, tell that asshole that you want that I'd go together with you.”

 

“I don't,” Athara snorted.

 

“See?” Tyari squealed happily. “He loves me!”

 

“For fuck's sake…” Darius suddenly turned around, grabbing Tyari by his neck and lifting him up in the air. “You run, or you are dead…” he softly said to Tyari's face. “Athara…?” Darius grinned.

 

Athara smirked. A blue blast formed in his palm. Tyari started to profusely sweat and then to run fast after the blast had hit directly under his feet.

 

With his brow raised, Gohan turned to Athara. “I didn't know you could do that… I just have figured out how you can earn for a living…” he muttered. “There're always are people who can't get their loaned money back…”

 

Athara just tiredly smiled at him.

 

“I think this one will do,” Delaros pointed his hand at a dark inn a bit farther.

 

“How do you think, will we manage to get in so late?” Darius sighed.

 

“Sure we will. Just shake a bag of money next to the windows for the owner to hear,” Athara snorted.

 

Athara was right. As soon as the owner saw the coins shining in the moonlight, the door was widely thrust open, the maids woken up.

 

The four of them were shown to their room (Gohan and Athara settled in one room, and Delaros with Darius in another) then came back down for some hot meal. After they went downstairs they found one maid whirling in the kitchen, fixing something to eat.

 

XXXXX

 

“Here, first drink this,” Gohan pushed a mug of Whiskey under Athara's nose. While sitting down at the man's side he laughed at Athara's facial expression. “C'mon, drink it. I don't want you to get pneumonia or anything like that.”

 

Athara looked at Gohan then back at the mug. He reached out his hand for the mug.

 

“Oh, Gods, it's disgusting!” Athara choked on the liquid. With his face contorted, he proceeded to cough.

 

“You have to drink at least half of it,” Gohan insisted. With his thumb he wiped the trickle off Athara's chin. “We can share,” he purred before licking at his finger.

 

Mesmerized, Athara watched Gohan's tongue brush over his thumb. Suddenly, the air in the tavern grew unbearably hot.

 

“Gh…Goh…” Athara stammered into Gohan's mouth as his lips were sealed.

 

Athara quickly looked around then was again caught into a coughing and blushing frenzy. “Gohan…” he muttered after the coughing has subsided, “we are in a public place…”

 

Gohan's breathing hitched - Athara had no idea how seducing his words were… The mix of Athara's cute hesitation and obvious wish to go to bed with him as soon as possible made his blood boil. “Damn…” he groaned, “just finish that Whiskey and let's go upstairs. I can't wait any longer. One minute more and it will fall off… Four days without sex…”

 

Athara blushed. “It's not that long. And you somehow had survived that earlier…” despite his words, his palm quickly enclosed the mug.

 

“It was only because I didn't know how good it feels inside you…” Gohan purred at him.

 

Athara hiccupped loudly in surprise. “You have been spending too much time with Tyari…” he frowned after recovering.

 

“Quite the opposite, sweetheart…” Gohan chuckled. “The more time I spend with you, the more I want you… Or should I say - the more time I spend inside you… The face you make while coming…” he just loved teasing Athara.

 

“Uhh…” after noticing Delaros coming over to their table, Athara loudly coughed and panicky waved his hands at Gohan to cut it off.

 

Gohan turned around to look at Delaros. “I'll get you something nice and hot,” he said then before leaving the table.

 

Athara watched Gohan push past Delaros. This was getting too intense.

 

“Tomorrow evening I expect you to fire Gohan,” Athara said to Delaros after he sat down opposite him. Athara downed the rest of the mug. “Yuck!” he coughed, noisily pushing the mug away. “How can one drink this shit to his pleasure?!”

 

“Yes, my Lord,” Delaros nodded.

 

“Let's avoid formalities,” Athara raised his hand. He didn't want Gohan to hear any of this. “So, tomorrow we all will go down to have breakfast, then we'll go back to our rooms to rest and in the evening, we'll gather for the meal, and then you'll fire Gohan, and we two will peacefully leave the next morning. And don't think anything stupid - I might be soft-hearted, but I suggest thinking what Tarrus would do if you decided to play with us…”

 

Delaros bowed his head. “I'm not tempted to try my luck.”

 

“Good for you,” Athara smiled.

 

A bowl of hot chicken soup appeared under Athara's nose. Startled, he raised his eyes to Gohan who was standing at the table.

 

“Will you let us eat calmly?” Gohan glared at Delaros. “We just have been walking through snow for four days. Let him rest at least this evening,” he sat down next to Athara, opposite Delaros.

 

Delaros looked at Athara. With a hardly discernible movement of his head, he indicated for Delaros to leave.

 

“He just pisses me off,” Gohan snorted.

 

Athara didn't say anything just looked at Gohan with the same wistful expression in his eyes. He knew that Gohan was blaming Delaros for getting them into danger in the sea and recently on the ice. And he surmised that Gohan was suspecting Delaros in trying to seduce or molest him, which was complete nonsense, but he had already noticed that Gohan tended to be quite jealous and possessive over him. But it was no use in explaining anything - his lover wouldn't believe him anyway, and he wasn't ready to tell the truth yet.

 

“Hey, eat it up,” Gohan pushed the bowl of soup closer to Athara. “I'll get some meat now,” he said, putting his own bowl on the table. “Oh, you finished it?” he looked at the empty mug in Athara's hand. “Want some more?” he reached out to take the mug from Athara.

 

“Gods, no!” Athara gasped, aghast.

 

Gohan laughed heartily. “Okay, calm down. I'll get some tea for you.” He took the mug.

 

“Gohan?”

 

“Um?” Gohan turned around to look at Athara.

 

“Thanks,” Athara smiled.

 

XXXXX

 

“Athara?”

 

“Mmm?” Athara squirmed on the bed.

 

“Someone promised me a nice hot bath…” Gohan looked at the younger man's back. After they had eaten, Athara became sleepy, and, when they entered their room, Athara simply slumped on the bed with all his clothes and threatened to fall asleep.

 

“It's okay…” Athara yawned. “I'm not angry with you anymore. You don't need to scrub my back…”

 

“And if I want to?”

 

Gohan waited for an answer then sighed as there was none. Athara just fell asleep. He knew Athara was exhausted and the best for that was warm food, liquids and some sleep, but still…

 

“Damn…” Gohan sighed again. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Athara to unbutton his cloak. But after turning the younger man around and taking his cloak off, he didn't feel like letting go - Athara's limp body in his arms called out something instinctively protective inside him.

 

Gohan brushed with his fingers over Athara's smooth cheek. It amazed him that Athara could so peacefully sleep, not reacting to any sounds, movements or even touching. He had never met anyone like Athara before… Athara… Athara was soft but at the same time had quite a character. From the first sight one would call Athara naïve and childish. But Athara really wasn't that. Athara just liked a peaceful and simple approach.

 

Gohan stroked Athara tousled hair. And in bed… In bed they fitted perfectly. If Athara seemed to love the thought of being physically and sexually dominated, he, on other hand, loved having the other man under his control. Yes, they fitted perfectly… He had never felt such passion and lust for anybody before meeting Athara. That was something…uplifting in that, something that had set him free but at the same time became an obsession.

 

Yes, he perfectly knew that he was in love with Athara. Though, he was worried that in the end Athara would simply follow Delaros, and he'd stay alone. He prayed that it would never happen; in the end Athara himself asked him if he'd go with him.

 

He simply hoped that Athara felt at least half of that what he felt for Athara.

 

XXXXX

 

“Mhhhmhh…” Athara wiggled among the sheets. He opened his eyes and yawned. He looked through the window. The sun was already high in the sky.

 

Athara turned to look back at the bed. There was a bush of black hair on a pillow. Athara smiled and snuggled to Gohan's back. He put his chin on Gohan's shoulder.

 

“Ayayiiiii!!!” Athara yelped as he was thrown out of the bed. “Goddamit!” he glared at Gohan while rubbing the back of his head that he had hit into a corner of a small cabinet while falling. “Gods smite you!” he rubbed his head again.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Gohan jumped out of the bed. He quickly leaned over Athara. “You okay?” he reached out to Athara's head to look for blood.

 

“I'm fine,” Athara slapped Gohan's hand away. He glared at Gohan while feeling his head for bumps.

 

“I'm sorry…” Gohan sighed, sitting down next to Athara. “But how many times did I tell you? - Don't touch me while I'm asleep.”

 

Athara glared at him again. “So what I'm supposed to do if I want to smooch a little?”

 

Gohan chuckled. “First I'd suggest waking me up.”

 

Athara looked at him for some time. “That does sound reasonable,” he said.

 

What he truly loved about the younger man was that despite Athara's stubborn character, his sudden fiery outbursts easily ceased. One moment Athara could be pissed to no end, other times he just let it slip.

 

“Are you really okay?” Gohan reached out to feel Athara's head. He ruffled through the lavender hair but it seemed that Athara had just got a small bump on his head. “Here,” he brushed with his lips over the place, “will heal instantly.”

 

“Ouch!” Athara jerked in Gohan's arms. “You'll finish me off!” he complained at the sudden pain.

 

“That can be arranged,” Gohan smirked, reaching his hand in between Athara's thighs. “Mmmm…” he purred, “I see you wanted more than to smooch a little…” he lowered his hand then trailed it up again, this time underneath Athara's shirt.

 

Athara had no idea how he got most of his clothes off, but he was damn glad that he did. He bit his lip as Gohan's palm perfectly molded around him. He slightly spread his legs to give it more access.

 

While his hand worked on Athara, Gohan watched Athara's closed eyes and flushed cheeks. The pants and moans that were leaving Athara's mouth sounded so delicious…Athara's hips were pushing up to meet his hand. A perfect picture.

 

“Uhhmm…” Athara's pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. He was close… Just a little more…

 

Gohan watched Athara approach. “Mmm… I have a bit different plan…” he husked, removing his hand from Athara. “Let's move this somewhere more comfortable…” he picked the other man from the floor and carried him over to the bed. There he stroked Athara for some time more.

 

Athara's eyes opened. He observed two fingers Gohan was offering him then let them pass as they pressed to his lips. Though he had never done that to Gohan, he knew that the older male loved watching him suck on his fingers while they appeared and disappeared in his mouth.

 

Gohan felt himself getting hot while watching Athara's tongue swirl around his fingers. His eyes met the dilated blue ones. He could read the anticipation in the younger man's eyes.

 

He pulled his fingers out from Athara's mouth and lowered his hand to the thighs, which spread slightly. He teased Athara for several seconds before pushing his fingers forward. It never ceased to amaze him to see how Athara was eager, how he spread his legs for him, how Athara arched his back while he was pushing in, how he tossed his head and moaned in ecstasy while he was taking Athara.

 

“Mmm…” Gohan lowered his head to Athara's neck to inhale a lungful of that young, sex dripping scent. He nibbled and sucked on the pale neck while pushing in and out his fingers inside Athara. To leave his marks on Athara's satin skin was almost as satisfactory as filling this body with his seed over and over again.

 

“Ohhhhh…” with his mouth open, Athara grasped onto Gohan's shoulders. He groaned loudly and arched his backside higher as he felt the hot wire in his stomach start smoldering and get unbelievably intense. “Ahh…ah…ahhh…aaah!” he arched as his orgasm finally claimed him.

 

Gohan watched a breathless Athara lay on the bed and pant. He brushed a mess of lavender hair off Athara's forehead. Content, he noticed that the mark on Athara's neck was getting visible; anybody could see that this man had someone to take care of him.

 

He waited for Athara to regain his senses then grabbed the younger man by his thighs and pulled closer to him. “Ready for another go?” he smirked while finally unfastening his belt buckle.

 

Athara just smirked back and spread his legs.

 

“Yes, soon I'll fuck all shyness out of you…” Gohan purred into Athara's ear.

 

Athara's blue eyes laughed at the ceiling.

 

XXXXX

 

Gohan watched Athara stir his soup around in the bowl. The two were sitting downstairs in the inn and eating their late breakfast. There were only several people around. As Gohan and Athara were too late to show up, Delaros and Darius already had their breakfast and left to look around in the city.

 

“Hey, it's cold already, just eat it up…” Gohan said after five minutes of Athara stirring the bowl nonstop.

 

The spoon in Athara's soup stilled. “Ah…yeah…” Athara looked at his bowl.

 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Gohan asked while munching his cooked meat with some strange looking vegetables.

 

“Ah, no… I just… I'm just a little lightheaded…”

 

“Lightheaded?” Gohan raised his head. “You caught cold? But you look fine to me…”

 

Athara blushed. “No… I meant…”

 

Gohan's brow rose.

 

“I'm simply happy…”

 

“Oh.” Gohan felt himself blush, too. “I suppose it's a good thing…” he chuckled, suddenly feeling like some fourteen-year-old idiot. “Well…I'm happy, too.”

 

“Really?” Athara raised his head from his bowl.

 

“Sure, thing,” Gohan winked at him. “Had never had so much fun since I was fifteen and figured out what to do with a girl…”

 

Athara rolled his eyes. He was already used to Gohan, like most men, avoiding talking about his feelings. “I thought you were homosexual…”

 

“That depends on circumstances,” Gohan laughed. “With you around it's better to be homosexual.”

 

“You have a very nasty habit to think with your other end…” Athara commented.

 

“Somehow I didn't hear you complain about that in bed…” Gohan chuckled.

 

Athara painted bright red. “True…” he muttered, starting to finally eat his soup. “But maybe it's because I don't have anything to compare it to…”

 

“Athara?” Gohan said after several seconds of silence.

 

“Um?” Athara raised his head.

 

“You can be calm, for you will never have anyone to compare it to,” Gohan calmly assured him. “And if I ever find out that you did sleep with someone else, I promise you'll never do that again. Clear?”

 

Athara stared at him, his spoon halfway to his mouth. “Uh…huh…” he stammered then.

 

“That's okay then,” Gohan grinned at him, pushing Athara's hand with the spoonful to his mouth. “I just want you to know that I'm being serious with you…”

 

Athara swallowed around the spoon. “It just had sounded like a promise to kill me…” his blue eyes darkened.

 

“Oh no, I won't touch you… Well, unless some serious spanking…” Gohan chuckled, but his smile wasn't pleasant. “But if you cared for the guy, you wouldn't do that…”

 

Athara didn't say anything, just dipped his spoon back into the bowl. “The same goes for you, then. Only that I'd kill you both,” he said softly.

 

Gohan sat there, blinking. This was not the first time when Athara, his sweet and lovely Athara, managed to send shivers down his spine.

 

“Then it's a deal,” Gohan raised his mug with beer. He poured some of it into Athara's empty cup, and they drank to it.

 

While eating they chatted this and that, then Gohan went to the lavatory.

 

Athara sat at the table musing what he was going to do next. Things were going exactly how he wanted them to go. He was very happy about it, but it seemed that everything was too good to be true. Besides he couldn't forget what he had seen then in the ship, in that mug…

 

“Hey.”

 

Athara raised his head to look at a huge dark-haired man that was hovering over him. “Hey…” he answered. He felt a bit uncomfortably when the man didn't say anything, only stared at him. “Do you want something?” Athara asked.

 

“I just wanted to see if you are as beautiful as you look from a distance,” the man chuckled, suggesting his mug with wine to Athara.

 

Athara painted bright red. “Ehh…” he stammered, waving his hands against him, refusing the drink. “I don't actually like strong liquors…”

 

“Appears you really are…” the man chuckled again, downing the rest of the mug in one swig. “Do you like men?” he winked his left eye at Athara.

 

Athara's blue eyes widened. That was the quickest courting he had ever had. “Ehh…” he stammered again. “Well, yeah…but… Hey!” Athara jerked his arm as the man grabbed him and began dragging after him. “Hey! Let go!” Athara yelled after realizing that the man wanted to bring him upstairs where possibly his room was.

 

“For fuck's sake…” Gohan groaned after witnessing the scene. “I leave you for a minute and…” he chased upstairs after the two men. “Hey you,” he grabbed the bulky man by his shoulder, spinning him around. “This one is mine. Look for someone else to play with.”

 

The man looked at Athara who was unsuccessfully trying to get his arm free from his iron hold. “So why didn't you say you had a boyfriend?”

 

“I said to let go of me! Get your dirty hands off me!” Athara yelled, getting his nails deep into the man's skin. The man yelped and let go of him. “You didn't ask anything about any boyfriend, you letch!” Athara hissed, jabbing his heel into the man's foot. “How dare you?! Just sneak on people like this!” he smacked the dazed man in his face. “Just grab and drag them into bed! Is this how you understand a relationship?!” he yelled, kicking the man into his knee.

 

The man grabbed his knee in pain. Gohan just slapped himself on his forehead. To prevent Athara from kicking and clawing at the man again, he grabbed Athara by his collar. “C'mon sweetheart, let's go. This obviously had been a misunderstanding,” he peeled Athara away and dragged after himself.

 

“Damn hellcat…” the man muttered while rubbing his bursting knee. “And I didn't even get kissed!”

 

“Beat him or something!” Athara hissed while struggling. “He'd have fucked me to death, and you don't care at all!” he spat. “Do something!”

 

Gohan sighed. He turned around, back to the man. “Listen, don't ever touch this one again. If you do, I'll let him have his way with you and I won't save you next time…”

 

Athara bristled up. “And you call yourself a boyfriend?! You…you…raw youth!” he yelled at Gohan's back. “You damn… Anybody else would have torn him to pieces! And…”

 

“I thought you have been perfectly managing to dislodge his arm and knee on your own…” Gohan rolled his eyes, dragging Athara downstairs.

 

“You shameless piece of a coward!” Athara spat. “And what if he had…”

 

“Athara, sweetheart, can you shut up?” Gohan sighed, after all people that were downstairs, raised their heads to look at them both.

 

“Don't tell me to shut up, you moronic sadist!” Athara yanked his arm, trying to get free. “I'll never ever go anywhere with you anymore! And…”

 

“Oyo, hey, can I have some tea?” Gohan waved at the staring waitress. “A big pot? With much honey?”

 

“Look at me when I'm talking to you!” Athara sibilated, fuming.

 

“Yes, yes, sorry,” Gohan nodded, pushing Athara down into the seat. “Please continue. People here are very interested…” Gohan motioned with his hand at the hushed tavern. “Everyone's eyes are only on you…”

 

“I don't give a damn! What the hell are you looking at?!” Athara hissed at a red-haired guy that was sitting at the next table and watching the scene before his eyes, openmouthed. “Look at your fried eggs!” Athara grabbed a glass with salt from the table and threw it at the red-haired man. “And why do I have to be in love with such an idiot?!” Athara groaned at Gohan after the red-haired guy fell unconscious under the table. “You don't do anything else only wave that your sword around! And also wave that your other …around!”

 

Gohan shook his head in disbelief. Athara forgot all about his shyness while steamed-up.

 

“And you never…”

 

“Here,” Gohan grabbed a huge mug that just arrived on the table, “have some tea, love.”

 

Athara's pupils dilated in anger. “Grrr…” he grabbed a dirty plate from the next table, being prepared to smash it on Gohan's face.

 

“Nice, hot, with much honey…” Gohan nodded his head, pushing the mug over to Athara. “And the scent…” he inhaled lungful to demonstrate.

 

“Really?” Athara looked at the mug, interested. “Much honey?” his left hand with the dirty plate faltered.

 

“Yes, made especially for you,” Gohan nodded, crossing his fingers. He sighed in relief after Athara grabbed the mug and began drinking. Gohan shrugged at everyone's wide eyes. “So what do you say? Let's go to look around after you drink?”

 

“Um-huh,” Athara nodded, not raising his head from the mug. “But first I want to have a bath finally.” He thought a moment. “I want to look at that statue we passed by when we first arrived…” he dreamily looked at the ceiling. “It looked so beautiful…”

 

“Okay, we'll go there,” Gohan nodded. Thank Gods, he thought, the storm has passed. He relaxed on his bench. Once figured out, Athara was easy to handle.

 

At first Gohan talked with a maid then waited until Athara finished his tea, and then they both went upstairs. After about half an hour came several maids with a tub and hot buckets of water.

 

“And no soap again…” Athara sighed after observing the steaming tub and several towels that were left. He snapped his fingers.

 

Gohan blinked at the floor where several various smelling soap bars fell. He jumped back as a bottle of shampoo bumped at his feet.

 

Athara spun around, only now noticing Gohan standing behind his back. “Ehh…” he stammered.

 

Gohan stared at Athara for some time then leaned down to pick the bottle up. “And I wondered why the hell we had so much soap around… Athara… How powerful are you exactly?” he looked at Athara.

 

Athara squirmed under Gohan's gaze. “It's just soap… I'm good at copying things…”

 

“And that blast earlier…? Athara, don't lie to me… No sorcerer or mage can do both things…”

 

“You are wrong,” Athara shook his head. “They are very rare, but there are…”

 

Gohan looked at Athara, confused. “Really? And you are one of them?”

 

“I…” Athara brushed over his forehead. “Yes,” he finally nodded, “I am,” he lied.

 

“It's okay…” Gohan walked over to Athara, worried; Athara looked pale and scared. “But why didn't you tell me?” he asked.

 

“I…I…You have actually never asked…” Athara muttered. “You… You don't seem to like anything that has anything to do with magic…”

 

Gohan sighed. He brushed over Athara's hair. “Silly thing… I went off with a group of sorcerers and mages… And I fell in love with…” he looked at Athara, confused. “Hey, so what are you now? How to present you to others? A mage or a sorcerer?”

 

Gohan gasped as suddenly Athara pressed to him, his shoulders shaking with sobs. Gohan silently watched Athara cry then softly ruffled the lavender hair. “No, but really… You are worse than a woman…”

 

“I know…” Athara sobbed.

 

Gohan chuckled. “Hey, calm down. Let's go to bathe or the water will get cold.”

 

Athara hiccupped several times then nodded. “Yeah…sorry,” he pulled away. He started undressing then, after noticing that Gohan was watching him, blushed.

 

“Come here,” Gohan reached for him. He brushed over Athara's wet cheeks. “Tears don't suit you.” He lowered his head to inhale Athara's scent. He realized he was addicted to it.

 

Athara's breathing hitched as Gohan started unfastening his breeches. He stood silently while Gohan was pulling them down and he didn't move either while the older male was pulling his light tunic over his head. He didn't know how, but it didn't matter how many times he slept with Gohan, somehow it was always overwhelming. And when he stood naked against Gohan he felt not as much flustered as happy and aroused.

 

Gohan smiled when Athara started to undress him. Athara usually acted shy, but lately he noticed that Athara seemed to blossom, his natural sexuality and desires wining over his upbringing. Sometimes he thought he knew why Athara hated his father; it must have been rather an unpleasant experience to have grown in an environment where he had to meet many expectations he hadn't been able to fulfill to. Even though he didn't know anything from the Athara's previous life, Athara, as the only son of his father must have been expected to marry and have a bunch of kids by now. Actually…actually he couldn't imagine Athara with a woman. For him it worked both ways - he rather chose a person than a sex, and Athara… Athara probably would be a wonderful husband, attentive and understanding, but except that… Nah…

 

Gohan pulled Athara after him into the tub. As promised, he started to wash Athara. He started from Athara's hair, wetting it then rubbed the shampoo into it.

 

“I love the smell of it,” Gohan said while massaging Athara's scalp.

 

“Yes…” Athara purred, his eyes closed, his body completely relaxed against the edge of the tub. “I noticed that this one is which you like the most…”

 

“Umm…” Gohan massaged Athara's temples. “I see you can be quite cunning when need be…”

 

“And you love when my shoulders are naked… And when I suck on your fingers…” Athara continued to softly purr.

 

“Are you tempting me again…?” Gohan smiled, cupping Athara's head.

 

“Yes…” Athara purred.

 

“Little slut…” Gohan affectionately kissed Athara on his mouth.

 

“But only yours…” Athara answered the kiss.

 

Gohan laughed softly. He licked at Athara's lower lip. “You do know how to excite a man, don't you…?”

 

Athara's shivered when Gohan's hand trailed its path from his chest to his lower stomach. “I do try…” he moaned.

 

Gohan pressed Athara to the side of the tub. Athara's eyes closed, long eyelashes fluttering against the satin skin. He felt Athara's soft sigh against his chest. Wondering and overwhelmed, Gohan brushed with his thumb over those plump inviting lips. He still couldn't believe he had met Athara, and everything that before his eyes belonged to him.

 

“You can't imagine how you turn me on…” he whispered before kissing Athara fully on his mouth. “No, you can't realize what you do to me…”

 

Athara groaned into Gohan's mouth. “Hnn…”

 

Gohan took a sponge into his hand. He trailed it up Athara's chest. He brushed over Athara's chest with it for some time watching how the sponge left reddish marks on Athara's skin. “Love when you're so hot, reddish and wet…” he grinned before leaning to take Athara's left nipple into his mouth.

 

“Un…” Athara's fingers fisted into Gohan's black hair. “Ahhh…” he moaned as Gohan's fingers teased his other nipples. “Ach… L-let me wash your hair…”

 

“Yeah… You do have a fetish of long hair…” Gohan purred, licking the nipple, making Athara gasp again.

 

“It stinks…” Athara moaned. “But yes, I do…mmm…like it…och…when it's clean…”

 

Gohan chuckled. “Will you wash it for me then?”

 

“Sure…”Athara purred. He snapped his fingers.

 

The next second Gohan was drenched over by a huge warm stream landing on his head.

 

“The short variant…” Athara purred before pulling wide-eyed Gohan to him. “Comes very handy when I don't have time for my beauty toilets…” he smiled before wrapping his arms around Gohan.

 

“A very useful trick,” Gohan agreed, his tongue darting out to sweep over Athara's collarbone.

 

XXXXX

 

They went for a walk later. As promised, Gohan took Athara the statue they had passed when entering the city first.

 

He watched the younger man admire the statue.

 

“I wonder if anyone can tell when and why it was built here…” Athara trailed his palm over the stone.

 

Gohan pulled out from his thoughts. He looked at the statue. It was a young woman with a big jar. He didn't have any knowledge of arts. All he could tell was that it was a beautiful woman. He was a man after all.

 

“We could ask someone,” Gohan suggested, looking around.

 

“Ah, yeah,” Athara nodded. He then noticed an elder woman passing by.

 

Gohan wanted to follow Athara, but something caught his eye. A dark dressed figure motioned for him to come closer. After approaching it, Gohan froze on the spot.

 

“Hey,” Wadra looked at him from under the hood. “We badly need to talk. Leave that pretty doll for a moment,” she dragged Gohan after her.

 

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“I thought you died,” Gohan muttered after taking a good swig from his mug.

 

Wadra snorted. “Kiasho and others saved me.” She leaned back and stretched her legs. “The ship sank but we survived.” She looked at Gohan. “There are several things you need to know about your precious fuckbuddy,” she said.

 

Gohan glared at her.

 

“First,” Wadra ignored him, “Athara is not who he says to be,” she said. She raised her hand to hush Gohan. “Listen to me first. Athara is the reason why they are traveling to Angus. I don't know if you know that prophesy, but it is said that one day there will be born a man with an incredible power who will lead sorcerers and mages. He will unite them, and they will found a city of magnificent glory from where their power will reach all across the world.” She gulped her wine down. “I'll translate that to you: it means that that man will conquer the world and make the non-magic users his and his henchmen's slaves.”

 

“Yeah, I heard of that,” Gohan nodded. “But there are plenty of idiotic tales, why do you care about this one?”

 

“Because Athara is that man,” Wadra said. “He is not an innocent doe eyes. It's quite the opposite than you think. It's not Athara who's trailing along with Delaros and Darius. It's they who are following him. He's their Mirai.”

 

Gohan stared at Wadra, stunned. The first impulse was to deny and to laugh at her face. But there were things… For example he perfectly remembered that man that had passed Athara and called him “Mirai”. And Athara's power… he just recently saw that Athara was much worth than he had thought at first. And there were those little things… The ones that sometimes sent shivers down his spine…

 

“That mob that you met on the ice…” Wadra watched Gohan's face. “You don't remember any of it, but it was Athara who killed them all. None of them came back. And later it was he who kept the sea frozen until you all crossed it. Athara is a murderer, Gohan. He knows his goal and he won't stop against anything. You think that you know him? Think once again, then.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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