Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hero of the Day ❯ The unquestionably sixth chapter ( Chapter 6 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Summary: Cruddy humour, worse alliteration and teenage hentai-ness abound when Mirai Gohan teaches Trunks how to fly. Yet another YAOI fic by me with the title lifted from a Metallica song! Kinky as hell! Enjoy!

Genre: Humour/Romance

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Yaoi (as usual), over-use of the word 'hentai' and very many kinky thoughts ;)

Archive: Naturally, ask me first

Disclaimer: Hehe, I'd like to see Funimation try and edit *this* into a half- hour episode. There'd be five seconds of footage! ^_^ So here's the deal: I don't own DBZ, any of the characters, or "Hero of the Day". They belong to Saint Akira, Lord Toriyama and Metallica, respectively.

A/N: I hope you lot are bloody grateful for this chapter - I was up at half past two in the morning writing it! *sweatdrops* And now my arm hurts like buggery ... *pout* So say thankyou.

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Chapter Six

Everybody knows that sex can be a lot more fun if there's a risk of getting caught.

"You're - way too - impatient - Gohan."

And then there's the tried and tested truth that public places are perfect for the hentais who like to take advantage of lockable doors in closers, toilets, or wherever they feel like getting their rocks off.

"Ow - watchit - *pant* I - just hit - my head..."

Admittedly, one's own broom closet is hardly a public place.

"Sh - you mum - will - wake up."

But when the mother of one of the two demi-Saiyans in the closet has fallen asleep on the stairs between them and the only bedrooms in the house and the other demi-Saiyan is horny as Hades' Hell, anywhere convenient is ... well, convenient.

"Ohh - Trunks..."

The thirteen-year-old couldn't stop a small, smug smirk spreading across his face as Gohan moaned his name. He could barely think straight enough to keep from screaming the older man's name and yet he could still find amusement in his mentor's vocal regression to prepubescence. Impressive really.

"I knew - there - was a reason - I - listen - to you..."

It was very difficult to come when something that funny was between his thighs, but somehow Trunks was managing it.

"I need - a good laugh - every - now and - then ... aaaaaaaahhh, Gohaaaaaaaaaaaaan - mmph!"

His call was abruptly cut off by a heated mouth that engulfed his own, leaving him barely able to breathe. The helpless hentai gasped for air even as the dominant demi also peaked. But the oxygen-stealing kiss had the advantage of preventing either of them from yelling loud enough to disturb the cerulean-haired female slumbering somewhat sloppily on the stairs, which they surely would have done otherwise.

"Geez, you don't waste time, do you, Trunks?"

There was a downside to deflowering a virgin - the gorgeous prince couldn't possibly last as long as the older Son.

"Ah well ... best fifteen minutes of my life."

However, what the rushed encounter lacked in quantity it more than made up for in quality.

"If you've knocked me up, Gohan, I swear I'm going to cut off your pitiful excuses for balls and turn them into earrings."

So much for post-coital bliss...

"They'd make a nice pair of studs, don't you think?"

Nasty little prick.

"Whatever you reckon, kid, I'm more than big enough for you and you know it."

Gohan gave a smirk eerily similar to that Trunks had given a moment ago at the scowl on the smaller boy's face. He had found it impossibly funny when the young prince, so intent on mocking Gohan for the noises he made when he was turned on, had, not a quarter of an hour ago, uttered a puppy-like yelp exactly like the vocal gymnastics he found so amusing in his taller counterpart.

"I told you to let me know if it hurt, it's your own fault for not telling me sooner."

The situations were a little different, though - Gohan's comedic chorus was a result of pure pleasure whereas Trunks' was a result of the confusing combination of enjoyment and pain he was confronted by when the darker demi entered him.

"I swear you enjoyed that."

Stating the obvious once again...

"Grr - you know what I mean!"

Actually that phrase was fairly ambiguous, since Gohan derived enjoyment from so many things his young consort did.

"What - you mean I enjoyed shagging you?"

Surely that was self-evident. Trunks had been laughing, therefore Gohan much have been having a good time. It was like a fact of life, a rule of nature, a law of reality.

"Or were you thinking about how much I enjoy revenge?"

Ah yes, the dish best served cold. Well, in this case its sweetness hadn't been diminished by its serving temperature of hot, very hot. So hot, in fact, that it just about burned their pants open and set everything else in the tiny room alight. It also came close to breaking those same objects it nearly torches. Broom closets are so small...

"Who's thinking?"

Trunks' statement proved the power of pervertedness when it came to nullifying the activities of brain cells.

"Definitely not me..."

So their first time together hadn't exactly been the stuff teen magazines endorse as ideal. Standing up in a broom closet, Trunks' legs wrapped around Gohan's waist, the younger boy's palms pressed to the walls on either side for balance ... not really romantic. But it was enough to make the chronicler fan herself and run a cold shower, and that was the important factor.

"You never think, it just makes your head hurt."

Trunks scowled at the older part-human, his expression visible even in the dim light of their shecret shag shack (A/N: alliteration is fun when you're drunk ^__^). Slowly, stickily, he removed his legs from their vicegrip on Gohan's hips.

"Who - you okay, Trunks?"

How on earth did he end up on the floor?

"Uh, yeah, I think..."

Damn, being shtook by a Saiyan really was an exhausting experience. Trunks' legs refused to support him and every inch between his waist and his knees ached like hell. He hated to think what he'd be feeling the next morning.

"But I'm still holding to that threat - if I'm up the duff, you will be a eunuch." Gohan changed from being concerned for his pretty purple prince to flaring in fury faster than a Saiyan racing to the dinner table. Fight fire with fire etc.

"Well then, at least we'll have something in common, won't we, kid?"

A low blow, but not entirely undeserved.

"But how do you know I'll be the one to blame?"

Such a pity being only half-human wasn't quite enough to deplete the stubborn Saiyan stupidity genes. So much for the scholar Gohan and son of a genius Trunks.

"God you're dumb, Gohan."

Not, of course, that the spawn of Prince Arrogance could talk. Bulma's influence in his genetics ended at the strangely effeminate hair and eyes, leaving him to scrounge his scarce smarts from wherever he could. Consequently his superiority to Gohan in the intellectual department was maybe marginal, at most.

"I mean, until I told you, you didn't even know it was possible for the blokes in our dads' species to breed."

Gohan raised an eyebrow at the haughty little teenager sitting rather lopsidedly on the floor of the closet, right on the spot where his legs had given way a moment ago.

"And just where would I have gotten that particular bit of information from, hm?"

Good question.

"My dad knew less about our species than I did, and believe me, that wasn't a lot."

Good point.

"You could have asked my dad."

...Not a good suggestion.

"He knew everything there was to know about Saiyans because he was the prince, my mum said so and she knew him better than anyone, even your dad."

True, but that fact didn't remove the utter ridiculousness of his idea. The thought of someone going to Vegeta for help or advice was almost as absurd as that of the reverse situation. Prince Arrogance had made a point throughout his lifetime of neither giving nor receiving assistance of any kind if he could at all help it. The idea of asking him questions of that nature...

"Trunks, you're mental."

Sometimes simplicity is best.

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