Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Hello, NewFan!

Hey, long time no see. How are you doing? I hope you are fine.

Yes, Gohan is going to learn how to control his aggressiveness while being on higher stages.

Concerning Gohan's memory…you see there's a very fishy thing going on with that. Be intent while reading Gohan's conversation with Naruki, where Naruki says something and Gohan already knows that. ISn't that…weird?

Yeah, Gohan might appear similar to Vegeta (I think it's only because of lack of displaying emotions).

You were wondering if it was Naruki's oily scent that made Gohan power down. Well, yes and no. He powered down just because he didn't feel any danger from Naruki. As Saiyans' scents are different from that of Nymphs', Gohan wasn't able to interpret it and, not finding any threatening scents/signs in it simply powered down. It's not that the scent on itself made him power down. If Naruki had threatened him in any way, he'd have killed the child.

Being in heat and training does make some difference. While in heat, Gohan lacks emotions, so while fighting he is completely ruled by his instincts. Normally Gohan feels that something is not right with him, that he got too aggressive or to absorbed in violence.

Yes, there was a hint of jealousy coming from Naruki. Naruki sees Gohan as his protector (duh!) and is possessive of him. It's not necessarily that jealousy because of sexual attraction it's just as told - possessiveness. Naruki wants attention.

 

Hello, MaraiTrunks!

Glad you liked. You'll see what will happen after Gohan's heat ends ^_~ Much, much will happen.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit of this fan fiction work.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Angst?

Age note: Mirai Trunks - 26. Gohan - 22.

 

Lucid

 

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

 

Part 11

 

You won't believe this. Although, yeah, why not? Just great, it just had to be like this - I woke up and realized that my heat ended. I'm not sure how I can tell my heat ended. I just know - everything feels different, though I really can't tell what exactly.

 

So, now I'm lying in my bed and phoning Mirai to say that less than three hours after he left, my idiotic heat ended. You know, I was convinced a long time ago that someone exists somewhere who is fucking jeering at us all the time.

 

Mirai doesn't answer. I think he's sleeping and has his ring-tone off. I put the phone back onto the cupboard then stretch in the bed between the tousled covers. If my senses were sharper, I probably could scent Mirai from the time he returned from Capsule Corp and slept with me. Damn. Damn. Damn. I already miss him…

 

I lazily shift in my bed for some time then finally get up and go to take a shower. While I'm in the bathroom, standing under a hot stream, a scene with a cold foggy morning hovers in my head; I stood there, my feet bare, my shirt open, my teeth chattering. Then, at that moment when I stood there, and looked at him, something snapped inside me. Mirai's face, his eyes. His defeated voice. I want him back; I want to say that it was just…

 

And what if he didn't want to pick up the phone?

 

I dress in a blue T-shirt and black jeans. After that I go into the kitchen. I'm not hungry but since I'm up, I want to occupy myself.

 

I'm not the first one to wake up. The Nymph is silently sitting in the kitchen, next to the window and looking somewhere through it. He's wearing a huge white T-shirt and black baggy pants that likely are from that capsule of clothes Mirai procured from the supermarket several months ago.

 

We definitely have to buy our Nymph some clothes.

 

“Morning,” I nod. “Are you alright?” I ask after Naruki answers my greeting. I'm grateful that he didn't jump from his chair and start running around while screaming his head off. I have been behaving like a real fucker lately. It will take much time before he can trust me again. If he ever trusted me…

 

The Nymph just shrugs. He turns back to staring through the window. I feel the urge to go over to him and stroke his long green hair while saying that everything is fine. He's just a child and I feel the instinctive need to protect him. Except for when I wanted to kill him.

 

“Are you hungry?” I ask the boy while searching the fridge. I wonder where my father and Seventeen are. I doubt that they are still sleeping. I turn to Naruki after he doesn't say anything for a long time. I put a bowl of ready made salad on the table.

 

“Yeah,” Naruki then nods tentatively.

 

“What would you like?” I look inside the fridge for the cabbage I saw earlier. I remembered there were some apples somewhere that Mirai purchased. Where could he have put them? Ah, here, on the last shelf. I carry the apples to the sink be washed.

 

“Your scent has changed.”

 

I look at the Nymph. It appears the boy has a very good nose. I start wondering about the abilities this Nymph-boy might possess. “Really?” I put the apples on the table and go back to the fridge to retrieve the cabbage and a couple of carrots.

 

“Yes. It's not so sharp anymore. Has your heat ended?”

 

I again look back to gape at him in amazement. “Was it my father who talked to you?”

 

“Yeah,” Naruki nods. “He said I shouldn't touch you while you're giving off that horrible stench. But it's alright now?”

 

“Stench?” I blink at him. I stink?

 

The Nymph squirms uncomfortably, “Well, I didn't want to tell you, but you used to really stink a day or so ago.”

 

I chuckle. Oh well, for some it's an aphrodisiac for others stench. “It's okay.” I laugh again, “You can freely touch me right now.” I peel a leaf from the cabbage, wash it and give it to the Nymph who quickly takes it and immediately starts eating. “Do you need salt or something with that?” I ask motioning at the cabbage leaf.

 

He shakes his head, “No, thank you.”

 

I start looking for something for myself. I find some summer sausages.

 

“Why is your father afraid of me?”

 

I start and raise my head to look in the sapphire eyes that are intently gazing at me. Okay. I loudly inhale then sit down at the table. “Several months ago, when all this shit started…” I rub my forehead, realizing that while around the child I should revert back to my previous dictionary that I used before this sh… accident with Datano happened.

 

“My brother died when we were fighting against the creature that attacked the Earth. He was the same age as you. My father reacted very strongly to Goten's death… he was catatonic for several days, later he became overprotective of me. Now it's more or less fine, but I doubt he'll ever be as he was before. It was a horrible shock for him.”

 

“Oh. I'm sorry,” the Nymph falls silent.

 

I nod and continue making sandwiches. There's no use speaking about this anyway.

 

“Was it you who killed that freak?” Naruki asks.

 

I nod. “Though, I don't remember a thing. I think it's some kind of memory loss.”

 

“You simply blocked it,” the Nymph shakes his head.

 

Oh. Well, sure I did. But how does HE know that? I see that he has finished his leaf and give him an apple. Good guess.

 

“Listen, Naruki, I'm very sorry for all those…” I sigh, “I really didn't intend…” to wring your neck. But sure, I don't say that.

 

Naruki stares at me intently, he then sighs, bites his apple and turns back to the window. “It's fine. Goku explained everything. You are such strange creatures…” he adds then while chewing.

 

I see that my father's been busy lately… Well, he saved some time for me.

 

I finish making sandwiches then put the kettle on to boil, and start eating.

 

“Where did you sleep last night?” I ask him after some silence.

 

“Your dad carried my bed into his room,” the Nymph turns back to give me a blue-eyed glance. “But he kept tossing about in his bed and couldn't sleep, so I asked him if I could sleep with the android,” he takes another apple.

 

“Oh. But you don't like Seventeen,” I finish a sandwich and start another one.

 

Naruki looks at his apple then shrugs. “He's not too bad. At least we didn't disturb each other's sleep.”

 

“Do you need anything from your town? Maybe you left something there?” I ask. Sure, the flat is going to be secured for Naruki - Mirai has already started taking care of that. I just hope the bastards didn't torch it with all the stuff inside.

 

He seems to think. “I had some clothes, books. And also…I had a…” he cutely blushes, “a…a toy. My dad bought it on my ninth birthday.”

 

“Then we'll get it,” I nod, hearing the kettle whistling. I jump from the seat, instantly stuffing the rest of the sandwich into my mouth, and run to the stove.

 

“No!”

 

“Umm?” I turn around with my mouth full and a kettle in my hand.

 

Naruki lowers his eyes to the salad bowl. “They were very angry and…”

 

I wave off the rest. Ready or not here I come. “Want some tea? Or… Do you drink tea at all?”

 

“Yes,” he smiles. “But I don't like coffee - it makes my eyes blur.”

 

Whoa. I put some tea in and start filling the mugs. “I don't like coffee either.”

 

“When do you have that heat again?” Naruki finishes the last apple. “Your tail stopped wiggling. It was funny to watch it frisking about.” He stands up to throw the rest into the bin. I get a little disturbed when on his way to the bin he stops to stare at my tail for longer than necessary; while in the house or alone I simply let it freely sway behind my back.

 

“Really?” I wonder while bringing the mugs to the table. “Why do you ask?” My tail wraps around my waist to get out of Naruki's sight. I just don't feel very comfortable while it's an object for observation.

 

“You're very different when you're not in heat. I hope you don't have it frequently?”

 

“I'm not sure,” I chuckle. “Mirai said that several first will be irregular.”

 

“Why do you call him Mirai behind his back? You never call him Mirai when he's present,” the Nymph smirks at me. Carefully, not to burn his tongue, he sips his black tea.

 

I roll my eyes. “I'm just used to that. I used to call him that all the time until he told me he didn't like it, but as I don't see a big deal… Actually the Trunks that died in this timeline was a twelve-year-old boy… I wouldn't say that that would cause very pleasant associations...”

 

“Oh…” Naruki's smirk disappears. He gazes at his steaming mug. “Will you really go to my town?”

 

“Yeah,” I nod. “But you'll stay here. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. My father will watch over you here.”

 

“I'm not a little boy!” the Nymph bristles. “I don't need a nanny!”

 

“Hush.”

 

I turn to see Seventeen entering the kitchen. I still get confused when I can't feel his ki. He can just show up everywhere he likes.

 

“Don't hush me!” the Nymph snickers at the android, and I wait for Seventeen's answer.

 

“Don't jump about, boy, or you might fall off the chair,” Seventeen calmly walks over to the table to sit down at my side. He brushes his raven hair behind his ear then looks at the Nymph. The look isn't threatening but stern.

 

I start thinking then. I'm not sure if the Nymph belongs to our pack now (I haven't talked about this with Mirai. Or maybe the pack doesn't exist anymore?), but one way or another, the Nymph has to submit to Seventeen. And even if this is some disunion between the mechanics and nature lovers, the Nymph will have to learn to keep his mouth shut while around older people.

 

I look at the discontent Nymph who is glowering at Seventeen now. “You'll obey the other members of the pack.”

 

The Nymph looks at me unhappily through his green bangs, but doesn't say anything. But after a minute his mouth opens: “As the leader of the pack you should tighten the selection into the pack.”

 

Ah. I presume the Nymphs also initiate packs. Good, it means I wouldn't need to explain too much.

 

“Mirai is the leader; I'm the second in charge,” I say. “And shut your mouth.”

 

The Nymph stares at me. “What?” he blinks. “But… Well…”

 

I can see his small gears shift. Yep, he must have noticed that before. Mirai has another power. The most important power there is - charisma, brains and money.

 

The rest of my calm meal, the Nymph spends silent. I talk with Seventeen about our training then mention my plans for going to Naruki's town and retrieving his stuff, and Seventeen agrees with the idea. He just tells me to be careful.

 

XXXXX

 

It's already evening when I arrive. The sleepy little town is silent, but after I walk toward the small yellow wooden house where Naruki and his grandmother lived, the town seems to awaken. I see curtains lifted, heads poking, dogs barking; their keepers must be leaking with nervousness. I can bet they knew that one day someone would show up. Though, today I'm not an avenger. I just came for the child's things. And of course they think that they only defended themselves from the Evil that attacked them in an innocent green-haired boy's form. Hate and fear rarely care about logic.

 

The door is all but nailed up. I ignore several people present whom I see leaving their houses and landings, and simply peel the battens and planks away and toss them into the desolated garden of the house. I wonder if I'll find anything in there.

 

The door is unlocked, and I enter the room. Inside it's half-light. Smells of musty dankness and old people, assail my nostrils. There's a light-switch next to the door, and I press it. The old gray tapestry makes my stomach churn. The home is in complete disarray: things are thrown all over the room, shelves and bookcases are empty - the contents strewn about the floor.

 

I trek through clothes, books, papers, dishes and other stuff. I don't see Naruki's toy anywhere. Then I just open a capsule, take a huge bag and start collecting things that I think may be of some use to Naruki. I take some clothes that I presume belonged to Naruki; I also find a backpack with various course-books and notebooks. I gather all the toys I find.

 

Finally almost the entire room and its smell are in my capsule and I turn to the door.

 

I jump to the side before it could have hit me. My power flares up to that of Super Saiyan. Then it extinguishes again. I loudly exhale the breath I was holding then chuckle. I am attacked by a yellow cat. I bend to grab the scratching and hissing thing by its collar, open my capsule and toss the growling and meowing fur-ball inside. Maybe it belonged to Naruki. I can always bring it back if it didn't, or…send it via airmail. My right hand is completely fine now. Ok, just kidding. I like cats.

 

I leave the house. Oh. There's a crowd outside. I'm lucky they didn't think of making Molotov cocktails and throwing them into the house while I was inside. Though, their faces are suggesting that they are thinking of something even more effective.

 

“Who are you? What did you need there?” one of the most serious and biggest looking men asks. He approaches me. I snarl at him as he raises his arm to me. Before he could have touched me, I swat his arm away. I hate being touched by strangers.

 

“I came to collect the boy's stuff,” I say. I wonder if I should simply ignore them, or stay for a while. But I doubt that staying is a good idea. Actually I don't think that mentioning Naruki was a good idea either: a loud buzzing begins in the crowd, and then the buzzing starts growing into something more serious - from the middle of the mob such words as “will know”, “government”, “dangerous”, “freak”, “damn slut”, “dead”, “kill”, “monster”, “threat”, “freak-friend” reach my ears. Okay. About time to go before it gets too unpleasant.

 

A high ki.

 

Mirai. What is he doing here? I look to the sky. I curse myself as the villagers follow my lead and raise their heads to the sky. Then their heads lower to the ground while following Mirai's touchdown next to me. They stare at him for some time. Then I physically feel the wave of panic start rising in the mob.

 

“Why did you come here?” I look at Mirai not understanding. The people are running back to their houses and some of them into the forest. My eyes widen when some of them spill back onto the street with shotguns in their hands. Some of them are carrying pitchforks. They glisten in the sunset; seem to be very sharp.

 

Mirai curses. “Do you have everything you came here for?” he quickly asks. I nod. Some idiot is pointing a Kalashnikov to my head! I automatically raise my hand even before the idiot can pull the trigger.

 

I yelp in unexpectedness as Mirai grabs me by the arm and, with such speed that even my eyes water, just shoots into the sky. He could have warned me to put a protective shield on.

 

After we are high in the sky, he stops and lets go of me, letting me hover in the air. “Damned people,” he curses.

 

I rub my teary eyes before answering. “You shouldn't just have landed like that,” I say then after I can see his face. “Though, they already had started considering me needing a small lesson even before you arrived.”

 

“Sorry for that,” he brushes wetness off my cheekbone. “After your ki shot up I got a little worried.”

 

I look at him with my brows furrowed. “Oh, that was a cat,” I laugh then. But I'm very pleased.

 

We go back to my father's and my house in about twenty minutes. I want to talk to Mirai, but I want to get home to give the poor cat and the stuff to Naruki, and it's really uncomfortable to shout to each other while flying.

 

I enter the house, and Naruki runs to me as soon as he hears my voice after I start talking to Goku. Naruki stops in his tracks as he notices Mirai in the corridor, behind my back. Mirai looks at him. This time there's only compassion in Trunks' eyes. Naruki approaches us.

 

“Here,” I take the capsule from my jacket pocket to show to Naruki. I leave my father and go further into Naruki/Seventeen's room to open it.

 

Seventeen raises his head from the newspaper he was reading. He observes the three of us then snorts. “See? And you have been flouncing about like mad,” he says to Mirai and folds the newspaper.

 

I look at Mirai not understanding. Mirai squirms. Seventeen smirks at him then turns to me.

 

“You should've seen how panicked he was after Naruki told him that you went to his village alone…” Seventeen snorts. “Called us idiots then just blitzed straight to the village.”

 

Mirai just folds his hands and gives a chilling glare to Seventeen. Trunks doesn't say a word, but the temperature in the room falls down a notch. All Vegeta.

 

I ignore the two and motion for Naruki to come closer to look at what I brought. I hope the child will get at least some joy.

 

The half-crazed cat shoots out of the capsule as soon as I open it. Mirai instinctively catches it before this fur-ball with razor-sharp nails could have landed on his face. The cat starts spitting and scratching.

 

“Whutda fuck?!” Mirai gasps and tosses the cat onto the bed.

 

“Ginger!” Naruki happily squeals. Okay, so it's his cat. No need for airmail.

 

I get nervous when Naruki launches himself at the crazed animal. But the cat recognizes him immediately. It doesn't start jumping for joy, but it stops hissing, and its fur smoothes out.

 

Something warm starts spreading in my chest while Naruki is pressing that yellow cat to his chest. Naruki strokes it and starts quickly talking to the cat. I don't think that the cat understands anything, but it seems that the boy's tone calms the cat down. I lean on the closet not wanting to disturb the reunion. Two arms that wrap around my waist startle me, but then I shortly purr and lean my head on Mirai's shoulder. Trunks lips brush over my cheek, and we silently watch oblivious Naruki and his yellow cat.

 

“Come in the kitchen!”

 

The supper is ready. We are so lucky that my father loves cooking.

 

Mirai nudges me towards the door; he's always hungry. Naruki turns to us with the purring cat in his arms.

 

“Can I keep it?” he strokes it again. “Please, please, please. I'll do anything!” he adds after Mirai and I look at each other. We have to talk about what to do with the child.

 

“You can keep it for now,” I say then. For now Naruki is staying in our house, anyway.

 

Naruki happily bounces into the kitchen. He even forgets to ask what else I brought. We sit down at the table, Seventeen leans on the kitchen door, the cat sits on Naruki's lap, and I suddenly feel at home. I can't describe that feeling otherwise. It just…feels like this. How can I feel like this?!

 

I feel guilty then. A bite sticks in my mouth.

 

“What's wrong?” Mirai whispers to me.

 

How can he-? Oh, probably because of my drooping tail and deranged scent. I wrap my tail back. “Nothing.”

 

Mirai observes me more intently but doesn't say anything. “So how was the training?” he asks instead.

 

“I didn't knock anyone out,” I observe my plate. My appetite is completely gone. Also my good mood.

 

“He finally can control himself,” Goku nods. “It's still tricky but we are getting to it.”

 

I don't comment. Just don't feel like it.

 

While eating I can hear the cat meowing and then purring when it gets the juicy bites from everyone in the kitchen. I get suspicious that we really are going to keep that cat. We should buy some cat food.

 

“Naruki,” I ask, “do you want to go to the city with me tomorrow? You need some clothes, and we need some food for your cat.”

 

Naruki raises his head. He thinks several seconds then slowly nods. “But I don't have any money…”

 

“I know that,” I nod. “Let's say that I'll lend you some, and you'll pay me back after you're grown.”

 

Naruki blinks at me. “Don't talk to me in that silly tone. I'm not a five-year-old.”

 

Whoops. Didn't even feel when I did that. But Naruki doesn't say anything more, and I know that we have a deal. “So your cat's name is Ginger?”

 

“Yeah,” he nods. “Actually it was my grandmother's.”

 

“Well, Ginger surely is glad to see you.”

 

Naruki happily smiles.

 

After breakfast we go back to Seventeen/Naruki's room to look at what I've brought. Now, as Mirai is back, we'll have another house and enough rooms for everyone. Well, I hope Mirai will stay…

 

Naruki ransacks through the smelly capsule contents. I see that the things he sees are causing different emotions in him - he isn't sure to be glad that he got most of his things back, or to be sad that it's all that he has left. All of his previous life is in that capsule. This and the yellow cat next to him.

 

“You found it!” his face all but shines as he raises a dirty plush dog that someday used to be of an orange color. He then presses the dirty dog to his chest. I can see that his eyes are threatening to water. I burn to get to know more about his family - about his father, mother, and if he had any brother or sisters (well, considering the Nymphs are both male and female, it might be tricky but, anyway), but I don't think that the child is ready to answer those questions. Naruki tries to appear to be a brave, gutsy boy, but I know that he feels lost and afraid.

 

After we put the dog and all of Naruki's clothes into the washing-machine, we call it a day and disband for the night. Naruki doesn't want to sleep alone. He doesn't dare say anything, but I can see that: he is trying to stick around me as long as he can. I wanted to have a word with Mirai, but it seems that I'll have to postpone it.

 

Trunks and Seventeen leave the house and go to build their own. Naruki and I settle in my room. I put Naruki's bed on the other side of the room, but after I came back from the bathroom, I found it next to mine. I didn't say anything, just went to sleep.

 

Naruki's calm breathing works on me relaxingly, it's something…this green-haired child gave me hope. But I also feel guilty because Naruki seems to be trying to take Goten's place. I know it is nonsense, but I can't help feeling like this. And it's even harder for my father to see Naruki. He can't stop thinking that it's not fair that Naruki survived, and Goten died while trying to defend Earth. I know he feels like that. I know because sometimes I feel the same. But Naruki is just a boy, a boy who desperately needs to be helped. He needs a normal family, but we can't give him that - the four of us are a mess; we can't offer any stability. And when I thought everything was getting better, my heat struck, and the house of cards we tried to build, fell down again.

 

I think after I return from Mirai's timeline, I'll take Naruki with me, if he agrees. Goku will not agree to raise him. Seventeen doesn't like and doesn't understand how to interact with children whatsoever. Mirai…I don't know about him, I think he has confused feelings about Naruki.

 

XXXXX

 

The next day we train for hours and hours; in the end I just can't spar anymore. I descend and land on the wasted and burnt ground, indicating that the spar is over. Goku, Mirai and Seventeen follow me, and we all drop to the ground to catch our breath.

 

“That was good training,” Goku rasps out.

 

Everyone nods.

 

After we finally get our breath back we go to the same lake we usually swim in. We quickly find our place on the sandy shore and go to wash the sweat away and refresh. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the weather is wonderful and I lean back on my palms, on the grass after the short swim. I shortly think how Naruki is doing; we left the child alone at home. But as I don't feel any changes in his ki I think that he's playing with his cat or reading something. It appeared that Naruki loves reading.

 

I watch the three wade out of the lake. Mirai raises his ki to dry off. He then approaches me and sits down without looking at me. We badly need to talk.

 

We watch Goku and Seventeen leave. As soon as we lose them from our sight, my back hits the grassy ground. Mirai attacks me like a starved animal. Yep. First we badly need to fuck.

 

Several rough and impatient caresses from Mirai's side, and I harden in an instance. My eyes blur with lust. Our harsh and loud breathing blankets out all the other sounds. The feverish and eager kisses make my heart thump in my chest.

 

I arch underneath him as his hand slips into my boxers and starts to roughly stroke my sex. Then Mirai tears my boxers away, and I don't know when he got naked, not that I give a damn, but as soon as I spread my legs, he's in. The intense pain doesn't do much to get my wits back, actually, the opposite. I wince and growl in pain and pleasure while he rocks his hips against mine. His hand on me feels wonderful… The thick scent of blood that soon fills the air only adds to the lust we feel. I have never felt so wanted in my entire life.

 

“Gaahdss,” I loudly groan while Mirai is fucking me into oblivion. I spread my legs farther for him then wrap them around his waist. I can't get enough of his cock sliding in and out.

 

“Go…han…” Mirai pants out into my ear, while clutching my right hip. “Uhh… Fuck,” he snarls into my ear, biting my earlobe. “Fuck!” he hisses, slamming harder into me. He suddenly stops to roughly kiss me on my mouth, then slams back with such a force that I wince. Gods, don't stop! Harder!

 

I groan. I want him to fuck me to death! Gods, gods, don't stop, yes, there, right there, aoah!

 

“Gaahds. Ugh!” The sounds of our mixed groans, pants, and the flesh roughly slapping against flesh fill the shore or maybe only my ears and mind.

 

“Ghaa…” my mouth falls open, my eyes squeezing shut as I feel it approaching. My lower stomach turns into a hot pit, and I grasp onto Mirai's back and hair, indicating to fuck me harder. It comes, it comes, yes, yes… Suddenly he arches, shudders, and I'm filled with his seed. My body arches in response to the slick feeling of his seed inside me. My hips jerk, and I'm there.

 

I scream Mirai's name.

 

I loudly pant, trying to refill my burning lungs. It's not so easy - Mirai is on top, crushing me. I burrow my face in his hair and neck while I pant and try to think if he'll be angry that I called him Mirai.

 

A wince is forced from my mouth as he pulls away. Dammit. I curse once again, this time loudly, as I feel something leak from me. The scents of my blood and Mirai's sperm fill the air. At this moment I feel the need to run deep into the small forest to naturally get rid of everything that's stuck in my ass.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

I open my eyes to look at Mirai's somewhat aghast face. I nod. Though, I'm not very sure.

 

“I'm sorry,” he quickly leans to me. “I…”

 

I hush him. It was me anyway who begged to be fucked harder.

 

We wash ourselves in the lake. As I stop bleeding, we both calm down. I can hardly walk, but it's no surprise. I lean back on a tree. My boxers are ruined. Usually I don't feel comfortable while naked, but probably I got used to Mirai enough not to care if I'm dressed while around him or not.

 

I think it's about time we talked.

 

“Trunks?” I turn to him. He's pulling his trousers on. I look at him for some time, not being sure how to start.

 

He then comes to me. I see that he also wants to talk but doesn't know what to say either. He sits down, on the grass, next to me. We both stare at the ground for some time.

 

“I can't stand being separate from you,” he then finally says. “I start thinking nonsense and… I get restless.”

 

I look at him for some time. He wants us to live in the city, near Capsule Corp., where he works. Well… I'm not so sure, if I want that. “I don't know…” I drawl. He looks startled.

 

“You told you loved me,” he says then. I can see a scared flash in his eyes.

 

I sigh. I do love him. I don't know how I know, but I know when I realized this: then when I stood in the frozen grass that cold morning watching him leave, not knowing if he'd ever come back. Ironic, but it's always like this.

 

“Yes, I do love you, but Capsule Corp….” I fall silent as anger flashes in Mirai's eyes.

 

“It was your own idea!” he snorts. “You think I like it there?!”

 

Oh. I uncomfortably squirm then feel lost and guilty. I didn't know that. Yes, how silly of me.

 

“Gohan,” I almost start as he grabs me by my wrists and pulls me to him. There's anger and fear in his eyes. “I'm not going to let go of you!” he growls at me.

 

Exactly this is I want him to do right now - my wrists start hurting; he's scaring me. “Let go,” I jerk my arms to the sides. His hold becomes even firmer. What the fuck is wrong with him?! “Let go!” I start struggling but he presses me to a tree then. I regret having no clothes - I feel intimidated.

 

“That you'll go to that slut of yours?! Never!” he growls, his face contorted in anger. He starts shaking my limp form while I stare at him not understanding what the heck is going on. Is he talking about Naruki?!

 

I try to push his hands away from me. “Are you fucking crazy?! He's a child!”

 

Mirai snorts. Nope, it's not Naruki. What the hell is he talking about then?!

 

“Whom were you with in that village?!” he snarls.

 

I look at him while he is shaking me with pain and anger clearly written on his face. So this is why he is so aggressive… So this is why he almost fucked me to death… A male, who feels that his territory has been trespassed, is a dangerous thing.

 

“You are talking nonsense! I hadn't been with anyone!”

 

“Liar,” he growls at me. “His scent was all over you! I'll fucking tear him to pieces!”

 

I think then rethink again. And then I remember. “You fucking idiot!” I growl back at him. “I just swatted his hand away!”

 

“Where was it?!”

 

“In the fucking village!” I growl.

 

“No, where was his hand?!”

 

I start laughing. Mirai growls in anger, but I can't stop. I can't stop laughing, and Mirai doesn't stop growling.

 

Mirai sharply inhales as I press my lips to his to try to end that annoying sound. His chest is all vibrating with the unending growl, but soon the growl starts dispersing. I start purring to indicate that I still want him and am not going to exchange him for anyone else. His lips open, and we start to kiss. His hands let go of my wrists and slide up to my back then down to my hips. I think he's convinced.

 

He breaks the kiss then lowers his head to my shoulder. He drags his lips over my skin there. “Gohan…” he exhales against my neck while possessively clutching at me.

 

I shiver at the sound of my name on his lips. I know what he wants, I also want that. But I still hurt. I know that he wants to secure his position. He starts nipping at my throat, and I start to fervently think how to avoid sex.

 

“I hadn't been with anyone else,” I softly say.

 

“Yes,” he purrs into my neck. He presses us together. “You are mine,” his hand slides up my back to my nape.

 

I think he's high on his own pheromones. At least I am. “Trunks…” I lightly push at his chest.

 

“Don't worry,” he exhales into my ear, making me shiver. “You can be on top.”

 

I didn't expect that. At least not so fast - Mirai is damn possessive and dominating when it comes to sex; he loves to be in control. Though, I don't need to be told twice and start tugging at his trousers. He needn't have put them on.

 

Mirai's fervent, sloppy kisses induce my courage and I get rid of his trousers. Have I mentioned that Mirai's pubic hair is also of lavender color? Like his hair and brows and eyelashes. I love how Saiyans and demis don't have any other hair on their bodies - I can hardly imagine Mirai with purple armpits…or chest…or back… Yuck! Took a wrong trail, let's concentrate back on sex.

 

I push him with his back onto the grass. His brawny body feels wonderful in my hands… But I'm a bit…unsure. Well, yeah, I have been on top more than several times but…well, not on a man. And though it's hard, I try remembering everything I liked that Mirai did to me. I loved when he played with my nipples.

 

I catch Mirai's left nub between my lips. His loud purr encourages me further. My tongue darts out to lick an already hardened nipple. Mirai's fingers entangle between my hair-strands. My eyes close of their own accord. Brushing his fingers through my hair he massages my scalp. Love that. Then I feel his lips against mine and answer the greedy kiss.

 

His scent… Mrrr… I press my lips to his corded neck at the same time breathe in that wonderful aroma. I enjoy the rich arousal scent then kiss and nip my way to his navel. Ah. He's also very sensitive… How fun.

 

“Gohan…” a needy plea while he's trying to push my head to where he aches the most.

 

I falter before lowering my head to his leaking member. He did that to me several times, but until now I was a bit reluctant to take another man's cock into my mouth. My other body parts don't count.

 

I look at the red swollen and rigid shaft before my face. The sight is a bit…err…it makes me fluster. But the scent is pleasant to my senses. Precome has a bit different scent than the sperm itself.

 

My tongue darts out to tentatively taste. Mirai's grip on my hair tightens. I raise my head to look at him. He's watching me. Yeah, from my personal experience I know that half of the oral pleasure is to watch how it disappears and then reappears in the other's mouth. And I also loved watching when Mirai did it to me.

 

I break the eye contact, kneel between his legs and lower my head again. Mirai softly grunts as I brush with my tongue over the red head. Salty and spicy. A tinge of citrus, though that is likely my nose talking and not my taste buds. Well, I can live with that. I lower my head further and run my tongue over the whole length of the vein. The grip on my hair tightens even more and he tries to get some friction while trying to rub against my cheek. I open my mouth to tentatively suck on the tip. Mirai's hand starts pressing my head down, indicating that he wants me to take it into my mouth. Okay.

 

I open my mouth further and go down on him. Okay. I draw back then go down again, this time much further. And then pull back and go down again. I didn't know my mouth was so deep. I repeat the action several times. Am I getting anywhere? Obviously I do, because after several moments I sharply push Mirai's hand out of my hair and quickly pull back while gagging. I have to keep his hips down or he'll choke me. Forgot that one.

 

From between his legs I look at Mirai. He's watching me with his blue-hooded eyes. A light blush is covering his chest and cheeks. I'm all flushed myself. A bit shakily I come back to my task. This time I press Mirai's hips to the ground and only then take him into my mouth.

 

Mirai lets out a soft moan. He's trying to push deeper into my mouth. The scents start making me dizzy and I get more daring: I pull away to tease him. By insistently rubbing his leaking member against my face, Mirai tries to get me to work. But I only lick and nip, which is making him shiver and moan.

 

After several minutes of teasing him, my mouth engulfs his engorged member again. I catch myself moaning at the sight: Mirai tosses his head back. He loudly moans then grunts then bites his lip. His hands clench the grass and earth under his fingers. Oh Gods… I swallow around him, which earns me another arch and grunt. I reach down and fondle his hard balls. Mirai's eyelashes flutter and he grunts again. Gods, I need more air.

 

By this time I get restless; I'm not a statue myself. My angry erection is pointing at me accusingly. I want to be inside Mirai. My lust-crazed mind tells me that it shouldn't be very hard: I'm already between Mirai's legs, and Mirai himself said that it's my turn to be on top.

 

I suck on my two fingers. While doing that I have to leave Mirai's arousal, and he lets out a disapproving sound. His blue dazed eyes widen a little after he realizes what I'm about to do. He doesn't pull away, and suddenly I realize that he badly wants that. My breath hitches and my cock throbs even more. Can't wait any longer!

 

I lower my hand in between Mirai's thighs. He spreads his legs for me. He watches my face while I start pushing my wet digit inside him. It's tight. And hot. I wiggle my finger inside him. Several times I pull it out then push in again, and he gasps when I find his prostate. I push the second finger in and try to start a rhythm.

 

“Just do it already,” he groans while leaning his head back on the grass.

 

And again, I don't need to be told twice. I quickly draw my fingers away and wipe them on the grass. Mirai lifts his hips and I position myself.

 

Oh my fucking god. I bite my lip not to moan while I'm pushing inside; I don't think it would be fair on behalf of Mirai's gritted teeth and soft wince. Jesus Christ, it's much tighter than I have ever experienced.

 

I suck on Mirai's throat while trying not to fuck him already. My hand reaches out to stroke him. He grunts then opens his blue eyes. Gods, I love him. He starts kissing me. I hold onto his thigh and moan into his mouth while tentatively drawing back then pushing forward. Mirai shifts at first but then I even my thrusts, and we build a rhythm. We kiss several times, then I lower my head to his shoulder crook to kiss and nip on his neck and shoulder. I approvingly lick at his neck as he wraps his legs around my waist.

 

I shake with lust while feeling his tightness around me. We rock together, grunts and moans leaving our mouths. I love how he's desperately clutching at my back and hair. He's close. I raise my head to watch his face: his face is contorted in a pleasure filled snarl, the cheeks red, the sweat beads on his forehead, his body twitching underneath mine. That one is going to stick in my memory for a very long time.

 

I thrust harder then claim his mouth as he arches off the grass. My mouth leaves his, and my eyes roll back in my head as he clenches around me. I'm here. We both shudder as I release inside him.

 

I collapse on top of him. Mirai softly purrs then kisses me on my mouth. I lazily answer the kiss then pull out of him to lie next to him. I listen to our slowing breaths; I don't notice when I doze off.

 

XXXXX

 

“Get up. Get uuuup. Sweetheart?”

 

I open my eyes then quickly shield them from the sun. I blink at Mirai's face.

 

“Don't want to disturb you, but you promised to take Naruki to the city,” he ruffles my hair, while sitting at my side. “And it's already five o'clock.”

 

I yawn then get up. Gods, my ass stings. I think about postponing the shopping, but I promised; have to keep my word. After looking at myself I realize that I slept naked. Usually I'm shy about my body, but lately I stopped fussing about clothes. At least with Mirai around.

 

We wade into the lake to try to wash off at least some of the scents we're both covered in. After that we start home, twenty minutes later, we see Goku, Seventeen and Naruki. I would be blind if I hadn't noticed Goku and Naruki give us weird glances. But there were no comments. Probably because Mirai looks like he isn't going to put up with any of them. He has that confident air around him. We still haven't discussed the most important thing today, but I think that my behavior reassured him.

 

The meal disappears in my stomach in ten seconds. Usually I don't eat so fast, but today I'm damn hungry and rushing. After the meal I quickly run to change into my dark blue jeans and black boots. I take a black denim jacket that became my favorite. Yep, it's one from that capsule that Mirai brought during all that chaos. Gods, how it seems to have happened ages ago… Doubtless it's very good; the psychologist, Tamisa, told me that it might be that I'll never think about that part of my life as my past. She said that in that case I'd be never able to move on. Only sink deeper.

 

Finally, Naruki and I are at the front door. Surprised, I look at Mirai who is wearing black jeans, blue T-shirt and is standing in front of the door. He grins at me then opens the door for me and Naruki, and then follows us to the city.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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