Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 10

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LEARNING NEW THINGS, PART 10



Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 10
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes

Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, S&M
Answer to Challenge #16

Pairing(s): Gh x Tr, Gh x MTr(yaoi = sex) alternating dominance
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic

Rating: NC-17

Warnings : m/m sex, graphic sex, s/m.

Spoilers : This takes place some time between Bulma's party and the last
Episode of DBZ.

Notes : I owe this to the bit I've read on this site - you guys have
truly inspired this.


Feedback : Please let me know what you think.




Gohan stirred. His eyes opened, a sweet sensation permeating every pore of his sleep filled body. He saw diffused
light coming in through the curtainless windows of their new bedroom. He blinked at it, squinting at the
harshness. The deliciousness stirred him further. He looked down the length of his body and was greeted with the
sight of grey, lustful eyes regarding him, as a pink tongue licked upwards along the shaft of his erection. The
lavender head then took it in, but not before a little smile was directed at the still sleepy Gohan.


Gohan, waking a little to the reality of the feelings stirred within him, moaned, his voice breaking from the thickness
of an unused voice. He moved his warm body, enjoying the sensations his lover was giving him.


Oh Kami, he thought.


When he came, it was quiet, but not at all diminished in its exquisiteness. He moved his body against Trunks, who,
finishing what he had done, crawled up his lover's body to smile in his face.


"Good morning, Babe."


Gohan smiled at him all his love. Trunks caressed the sweet face, wanting so much to just stay there with him the rest
of the day. Gohan wrapped his arms around Trunks, and kissed him tenderly for awhile, tasting himself all over Trunks'
mouth. Trunks moaned as Gohan caressed his body until he too could feel the same blissful release.


Trunks came, propped up over Gohan, and Gohan just stared at the beautiful face, the eyes that took his breath away, the
light lavender brows that set them off, the perfect features, filled with the pleasure his body was feeling, and Gohan
thought, this was the sort of face that artists would kill themselves to capture.


When Trunks was sated, they lay holding each other, looking at the light out the windows. They watched as birds flew by,
holding and caressing each other, occasionally telling each other how much they loved and cherished this moment.


Gohan felt like his heart would burst he was so happy. He would never do anything to risk any of this. Trunks felt
the same way.


* * *


Trunks landed in the empty field, not too far from the Castle Corp Headquarters. He shut down all the controls,
fighting the urge to take shortcuts, wanting to just leap out and run until he reached the building.


He wanted to see them. He wanted to see all of them.


He knew it would be weird to see this timeline's version of himself, about the same age as he appeared to be now,
but he had remembered the baby with fondness and still, despite any reservations, wanted to see how he had grown
in this time.


And then, later, he would visit Goku's family.


But first, he wanted to hug his young Mother once more, and see the gruff man that was his Father. The time machine
powered down, and he climbed out. He dusted off his baggy black pants and adjusted his tank top, tucking it neatly
in his pants. He grabbed his jacket, and put it on. The day was cloud covered, so a little cool and damp, but the
sun was overhead and Trunks could feel that if he sun could just break through the cloud cover, this day would warm
up quickly.


He was happy to see that nothing appeared to be out of order. He saw some birds fly by, and felt a bit more
confidence.


He walked through the field, getting annoyed at the length of his hair. The moist air only made it unmanageable as it
continued to stick itself in his large eyes or his mouth. Spitting hair out of his mouth every few feet, he made the
decision that he was either going to cut it, or get a hat or something to tuck it into.


He spotted the building, about a mile away. He wanted to fly to it, but it felt good to move his limbs after being
cooped up in the time machine. He thought it would be a good chance to get his limbs stretched if he walked, and
figured, he wasn't going anywhere, so why not.


He guessed it was about midday, the sun directly over him.


* * *

Trunks came out of the shower and Gohan wanted to melt with the site of him. He looked beautiful. It was about 8am
and Trunks was going to be late for school if he lingered much longer, so Gohan resisted the urge to just grab him
and throw him back on their rumpled bed.


Trunks smiled at him, wearing one of Gohan's shirts, a sort of slate grey turtleneck that just made his eyes jump out
a mile. Gohan gave the shirt up mentally, liking it better on his lover. But then he looked puzzled.


"It's not cold enough for a turtleneck."


Trunks, a wordless but mischief look on his face, tucked down one side of the turtle neck to reveal a large, purple
and painful looking bite mark.


"Oi, I guess that's wise then."


Trunks laughed at him.


He fought the urge to just touch the naked, pale skinned man before him. So, with one final flip of fingers through his
freshly dried hair, Trunks looked at Gohan and smiled. He then gave him his kiss good bye. Gohan smiled down at his
angel's face and told him he loved him.


As Trunks was leaving, Gohan said that he was going to go out and get as many of their things as he could today. He would
shower when he got back.


* * *


Gohan went home, had a cup of tea with his Mom, and gathered most of his stuff. The desk he would leave. His computer
was tucked in the back seat of the family car that he would borrow for the day.


ChiChi asked if Trunks was going to cook or if he would? Gohan just laughed, knowing that both of them were hopeless
when it came to that. ChiChi asked him what they would eat!? He said that they would just eat out.


"You can't eat out! All the time?! No, the both of you boys need to come here for meals. I insist." Gohan laughed
at his mom, then spun her around playfully. He was so happy he could barely contain it. ChiChi had to admit to
herself that it was a rather nice change.


* * *


Trunks looked around at the empty apartment.


Damn, he thought. His family, they were gone! He tried to calm himself. The place looked clean, not abandoned.


He walked around. He then saw the remains of the previous night's dinner.


Well, at least someone is still here. But who?


He walked around the large living space, and then came to the bedroom. He was relieved.


He picked up a shirt that was on the floor.


He lifted it to his face and got the unmistakable smell of what he normally smelled like when he needed a shower --
not exactly dirty, just a smell of his own body permeating the whole garment.


Trunks was here. Or at least, had been earlier.


He looked around and noticed little signs of a young man living alone -- a duffle bag spilling its contents on
the floor, a stick of deodorant open on the dresser, the bed in disarray. Trunks lived here, or at least was staying
here for now.


He looked at the clock and guessed, by his calculations that Trunks must be at school. It made sense.


He wanted to wait for the young man. He didn't know where his parents were, obviously, so, waiting for the younger man
made sense. He was so excited.


He looked at the clothing spilling out of the duffle bag on the floor and saw a ball cap. He played with putting it
on in the mirror and tucked all of his hair up into it. A few stray strands hung out at the front, but they weren't
the longer ones. He figured he looked a little more like the current Trunks unless he too had long hair.


He had to wait but there didn't appear to be a television or even any books around. He was a little tired from his
journey so he said, fuck it, and laid down on the bed to grab a quick nap.


* * *


Gohan stopped at the Briefs home to grab some of Trunks clothes. Vegeta greeted him at the door and Gohan blushed
and looked guilty. Vegeta just gave his customary, "hmpf."


When Gohan was filling a duffle bag with some of Trunks things, Vegeta, arms folded, leaned in the doorway and watched,
making Gohan uncomfortable.


"How is Trunks?"


Gohan turned around. "He's fine."


"Is he happy?"


Gohan looked at Vegeta, Vegeta's face neutral. "Yes, he is."


"Good."


With that, Vegeta walked away, leaving Gohan alone to finish. Gohan couldn't help the little smile as he continued to
pack Trunks' belongings.


* * *


Gohan got home and dumped the bags not far from inside the door. He'd get the computer out of the car later. He was
sweating, the day, getting hotter as the afternoon climbed towards three. Trunks would be home soon. With all the
heat from the impending spring weather (or more like summer, the way it felt) he felt sorry for Trunks in his
turtleneck at school.


He stripped as he walked to the shower.


* * *


After he was done, he draped himself with a towel, still not fully used to prancing around completely nude. He
supposed he'd get over it eventually.


He went to the fridge in the kitchen, and finished a carton of milk that Trunks had bought the night before, with a
couple of snack cakes Trunks had left out for him. He smiled as he ate them, counting the minutes until his Beloved
would return home.


He walked towards the bedroom, so that he could get some of the clothes he had brought with him last night, those being
more what he wanted to wear these days - more jeans and button down shirts as opposed to khakis and ties.


He walked into the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Trunks sleeping in bed.


"Well that.."


He smiled. He couldn't help it. The young man had a ball cap on and looked adorable. Obviously he must have come
home to change out of the hot clothes. He was wearing baggy black pants and a tank top. His feet were bare.
He looked like an angel as he slept.


Poor guy, Gohan thought. He wondered if Trunks had another rough day and just decided to go home early.


The tenderness and protectiveness he felt, coupled with how handsome Trunks looked as he slept, made Gohan's loins kick
to life.


He walked to the bed, the younger man finally stirring at the site of him.


Trunks, half asleep, watched as his sorely missed Gohan came towards him, just draped in a white towel, his hair still
wet from a shower. Trunks opened his eyes wider to look at the creamy white skin of that torso, and felt his heart
quicken, as he awoke fully.


"Gohan."


"Beloved." With that, Gohan sat on the bed, and before Trunks could react, leaned in and kissed him, his need and
desire building as he had walked to the bed, the kiss urgent and breath taking.


Trunks' mind screamed out, but... that... kiss...


It was filled with everything that Gohan felt for Trunks and this Trunks was powerless against it. Knowing he should
tell the young man that obviously thought he was his other self, felt his argument weakening within himself with every
caress of Gohan's tongue against his, every biting, agonizing, nip he made at Trunks lips, his head turning to deepen
the kiss, his hand reaching for Trunks' growing arousal.


The towel slipped off as Gohan climbed on top of Trunks and Gohan, desire building urgently, grabbed Trunks' hand and
brought it to his cock. Trunks swooned at the touch, his own body being caressed through his clothing.


They broke for breath, giving Trunks a chance to confess who he truly was, but all he could say in a ragged breath was,
"Gohan."


Gohan undid Trunks' pants, but planned to leave the black tank top on. He liked it.


He yanked down the pants, all the time kissing Trunks and the man didn't protest as he was gently coaxed to turn over.


Gohan, raining kisses on the back of Trunks' neck, reached blindly for the lubricant on the nightstand and found it
without breaking stride. He applied it to himself and to Trunks, who trembled in anticipation with what was to come.
He then reached around and grabbed Trunks - the young man almost felt larger, he seemed so aroused.


Gohan slipped himself into Trunks and Trunks screamed out his name. Gohan, gently made love to him, never letting go
of Trunks' manhood, and the other man, just lay with his face resting on a pillow, feeling such ecstacy fill his body.
It was only a few moments before he cried out in the swooning release. Gohan, just so excited by the surprise of
making love to his Beloved like this, the way he looked in his tank top and the way he smelled, just exploded into
him, screaming almost like a mad man at the intensity of the orgasm.


As his body relaxed, he held Trunks, who seemed a little uncomfortable for some reason. Gohan was still feeling too
many aftereffects to fully contemplate the stiffness the other's body was taking on as he held him. He continued to
kiss the back of Trunks neck, but had to keep moving his lips around a long strand of stray lavendar hairs. He reached
up and moved it aside, and then, to his horror, realized that he was looking at the spot on Trunks' neck that he had
bit last night -- and there was no bruise. He looked in horror at the strand of hair in his hand, a full 5 or six
inches long from the nape of Trunks neck. And it was then he remembered that Trunks did not have his own clothes with
him here. There was no mistaking...


Gohan, froze. The stiffness of his body, his heart racing, was unmistakable to Mirai Trunks, who turned grey, sorrowful
eyes on Gohan. "Hello Gohan."


Gohan then knew for sure. And he threw himself off the bed, looking at the other Trunks in horror.


The bedroom door opened. "Man, it's hot out there. I couldn't wait to come home just to change, Babe..."


Trunks stood in the door, regarding his fully nude lover, and his identical twin, partially nude on the bed, long hair
finally tumbling out of Gohan's ball cap.