Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 28 ( Chapter 28 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Playing Home

 

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

 

Part 28

 

As his heat progressed, Trunks didn't care about anything, just thrashed in bed and hissed, only Goku's ki-cuffs preventing him from jumping everyone in his sight. He had not a slightest wish and/or ability to communicate. The only persons that were able to get some clear response were Vegeta or Bulma. Others were seen as potential partners.

 

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“Never knew it might be so bad…” Goku rubbed his forehead while sitting in the kitchen of Capsule Corp.

 

“That's because you had someone to fuck before it got the best of you,” Vegeta snorted at him. “If Radditz hadn't come to my cabin, I'd have fucked the whole ship.”

 

Goku frowned.

 

“And do you think it was funny that Gohan stalked me for weeks?”

 

Goku frowned even more.

 

“Hey.” Gohan crossed the floor in two steps and took a free chair next to his father, Kamala following him closely. Karela was in Kamala's arms, observing everyone with his big black eyes. Gohan pulled another chair out for Kamala.

 

Gohan chose to simply ignore the overheard conversation. “How is Goten?” he asked while watching Kamala sitting down and seating Karela on his lap.

 

“Keeping in mind the circumstances - very good.” Goku sighed. “He's still shaken up, but he's coming back to normal. He's staying with Chichi and not going to school yet; he needs to recover. He's very worried about Trunks…”

 

“And how is Trunks?” Gohan asked.

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Still going crazy. But it should come to an end soon.”

 

Kamala looked down at Karela who snatched an empty mug from the table and stuck into his mouth, his teeth making a sharp screeching sound on the porcelain. Karela whined unhappily as Kamala pried the mug from his son's mouth.

 

Gohan was surprised to see a missing piece on the rim. Kamala tried to fish the piece out of Karela's mouth, but the infant swallowed, just gazing at him with his big dark eyes.

 

“I don't get it… How can Raaven feed him…?” Gohan blinked.

 

Kamala ruffled his son's hair. “He knows that if he bites his misuu, he will stay hungry.”

 

Gohan watched Kamala playing with his son. Misuu. He had asked Goku once what it meant and was told that it was the name for a male Saiyan that had borne a child. For some reason, neither Kamala nor Vegeta translated that into Terran, leaving the word in Saiyan.

 

Actually, he was worried - he wasn't full-blooded. He wasn't even sure if he was able to reproduce (in whatever way it was - getting pregnant or getting someone else pregnant). What if it didn't work either way? It seemed Saiyans were able to reproduce with Humans, but what about mixed-blood ones? Maybe he was compatible with Humans but not compatible with Saiyans. Or maybe not compatible with Saiyans but compatible with demis? Or maybe not compatible with demis but compatible with Saiyans or Humans? He only knew that it was giving him the biggest headache ever.

 

Very good examples were Karela with Trunks. Karela looked like a one-year-old, and Trunks went into heat at least three years earlier than was usual. Who could know what changes his body had undergone?

 

“You okay?” Goku asked his son as Gohan seemed to drift away somewhere.

 

Gohan nodded. “Yes. I just want to see Bulma. Is she very busy?” He knew that besides her usual work, the whole Saiyan ordeal fell on her shoulders; she was the only one they always went to if there was something wrong. Like a godmother.

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Now she's very enthusiastic - she's doing research with Ahrae's blood-drops from the sword. I suppose she's in her lab.”

 

“Wait for me, please.” Gohan turned to Kamala. “It shouldn't take too long.” He stood up.

 

“And if it does?” Kamala grinned.

 

“I'll find you later, then.” Gohan disheveled Kamala's hair, smiling.

 

Goku blinked. That was something new. It seemed that Kamala and his son really had a romance developing…

 

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“You realize that I need your sperm sample?” Bulma sighed. Those Saiyans! - They always came empty-handed and wanted her to take care of everything. Still, she had already been wanting to do the same tests with her son, only she had been waiting for him to reach puberty. Now she had another subject to do research on.

 

Gohan blushed. “Well…yes.”

 

“I can scan you now and tell if you have the needed organs to conceive, but I can't tell you if you really can get pregnant. Even if you produce an egg, it doesn't mean that…”

 

“I know, I know.” Gohan felt squirmy - those talks!

 

“And it would be better if I knew with whom you're going to have sex. For example, it may appear that you can impregnate a Human but not a Saiyan. I need his or her agreement to undergo some tests, too.”

 

Gohan scratched his head. That was tricky. “I don't know about that part…”

 

“Alright.” Bulma motioned for him to lie down onto a white clothed table.

 

While Bulma was preparing the equipment, Gohan took his shoes off and lay down.

 

“Push your shirt up and unzip your jeans,” Bulma said, coming to him.

 

Gohan blushed and did as he was told.

 

“Nice abs,” she said while smearing the gel over Gohan's stomach. “Training a lot?”

 

Gohan shivered at the cool gel then looked at Bulma. “Sorta.” He watched the woman wipe her hands on a hand towel. She then took a small round thingy similar to a PC's mouse and started cruising it over his lower stomach.

 

“Well,” Bulma started wiping the device, “it seems you have the duct and the egg, and even a big one. Everything seems to be normal. I'm comparing to Vegeta,” she added. “When was your last heat?” she asked while putting the device down onto the table.

 

“It should start in two weeks or so.” Gohan exhaled loudly. He wasn't even sure if he felt relieved or weighed down by the news.

 

“That would explain the size of the egg,” Bulma nodded, throwing several handkerchiefs onto Gohan's stomach for him to clean himself. “We should wait for your heat, and then I'll be able to tell more. I'll need to take it out and run several tests.”

 

Gohan instinctively crossed his legs. “Err… I'm not sure…eh…”

 

“Gohan, do you want to know, or not?”

 

“Well, yes, but…”

 

“Then shut up.” Bulma tossed him a small white container.

 

Gohan blushed. “I'll bring it tomorrow.”

 

Bulma just nodded and sat back down at her computer.

 

Gohan almost ran away from the lab and to the kitchen.

 

“You smell funny.” Kamala curiously sniffed Gohan when he returned to the kitchen.

 

Vegeta gave Gohan a curious look, too. He recognized the smell. “Are you pregnant?” he asked.

 

Gohan wanted to crawl under the table when three sets of eyes fixed on him. “No,” he shook his head.

 

All three of them exhaled, relieved.

 

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“Listen,” Kamala squirmed, “I…I was completely drunk that night. Did something happen?”

 

Ahh… Gohan chuckled. That's why Kamala got scared then in the kitchen. “No.” He shook his head and sat down on the shore.

 

They had been swimming a little, but it was too cold and soon they had to leave the water and raise their ki in order to warm up.

 

“It's not funny.” Kamala's nose scrunched. “I don't remember a thing…”

 

“Well, you almost beat up Dane,” Gohan chuckled while taking Karela into his arms to keep him warm while Kamala was dressing.

 

“That I do remember…” Kamala sighed.

 

“Do you remember why?” Gohan asked tentatively.

 

“I was jealous. Probably…” Kamala didn't look at him.

 

They were silent for a while, then Gohan gave Karela back to Kamala who finished dressing.

 

“Do you want me to stop seeing him?” Gohan asked softly.

 

“Yes,” Kamala nodded. But then he shook his head. “No… I…I mean you don't have to…”

 

“I'll stop,” Gohan nodded. But then he felt awkward - was this already a commitment? He probably asked too early… But Kamala agreed…

 

And they again sat in silence. Great, Gohan thought. Kamala thought the same.

 

“So your father's name was Karela?”

 

Kamala laughed; these kinds of situations were really funny.

 

“Yes, it was,” Kamala nodded. “He was a captain of Tuiri Elite Forces. He and my misuu were killed when our spaceship was attacked by pirates. Our family was traveling to Ghya to the yearly carnival. The entire ship with civilians was slaughtered; Raaven, several other children and I were kidnapped. I never believed it was a random attack. Somebody gave the order to kill my father and make it look like it would be a pirate raid. Norayn was too close to Frieza to believe otherwise…”

 

“How old were you then?” Gohan asked.

 

“Eight.”

 

Gohan felt sick. But if Kamala was eight, Raaven was seven or six years old at the time. Gohan wasn't sure what to say, so he kept silent.

 

“Most of the children were sent somewhere else, and I never saw them again. At first we were kept as houseboys, gofers and…well, we did whatever we were told. We stayed close together, for instinctively we knew that it was the only way to survive or at least to keep our sanity. Sure they knew that, too, so soon only Raaven and I were left on the base.

 

“I hated the bastards. Hated all of them. But then it got worse. Raaven and I, we were growing. We were damn lucky that while as children, our hardest punishments were confined to broken limbs. But later it went to rapes.

 

“As years passed, Raaven's sanity began to slip. I was worried he would turn into a docile sex doll. You saw how he was when we came to live here…”

 

Gohan exhaled the breath he was holding and nodded. He could only imagine how Kamala must have hated his life with Mortins.

 

Suddenly, Kamala chuckled while hiding half of his face in his son's hair. Gohan didn't like the fire he saw in Kamala's eyes. “Once I poisoned the food in the kitchen. More than fifty of them died. And they thought it was their chef who poisoned them.”

 

Gohan watched Kamala's eyes close tiredly. “Where did you get the poison?” Gohan asked.

 

“Made it. My misuu was a biophysics engineer. I learned a lot from him. Actually, he taught me himself how to make the most damage with what you have at hand…” He smiled bitterly at Gohan's wide eyes. “There was a war going on. The Saiyan society always lived with the thought that either you kill them, or they will kill you.” Kamala looked at his son. “Already toddlers knew how to kill a man in ten different ways…”

 

They sat silently for a while, then Kamala cradled a slumbering Karela and stood up. “It's late and cold; we should get going.”

 

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Vegeta woke up in the middle of the night. He sat up in the bed wide awake, having no idea why he woke up at all. He sat for a minute while rubbing his sleepy eyes. A gasp was torn from Vegeta's mouth as a sudden wave of pain washed over him. His eyes grew impossibly wide then shut tightly as after receding, the wave crashed back with renewed force.

 

Goku bolted upright, his eyes already concentrated on the hunched figure next to him. He could feel perfectly well that Vegeta was in pain.

 

“What's wrong?” Goku reached out for his mate.

 

Vegeta only winced. Goku heard fabric tearing under Vegeta's fists.

 

“Fucking….fucking…shit!” Vegeta gasped out, his body arching in pain.

 

Goku was beside himself with anxiety. He didn't know what was going on and had no idea what to do. He wanted to grab Vegeta and bring him to Capsule Corp., to Bulma, but Vegeta just smacked his hands away. They grappled a bit until Vegeta pushed Goku away.

 

Goku watched Vegeta lying down and turning on his back, Vegeta's breathing coming in short quick gasps. After Vegeta spread his legs and bent his knees, Goku almost lost his mind.

 

“No, no! It's too early!” Goku was sure he was going to faint.

 

“Shut up!” Vegeta heaved. “It hurts less like that!” He inhaled deeply then groaned as another spasm came, and then…it was gone.

 

Vegeta tentatively shifted but nothing happened. He didn't hurt anymore. He let himself relax.

 

Goku watched Vegeta and wasn't sure what to do. “What happened?” He brushed over Vegeta's sweaty forehead.

 

“Hell if I know,” Vegeta suddenly felt very tired. “It's gone now. Let's go to sleep.”

 

Goku was still shaking a bit, his thoughts whirling. Tomorrow they were going to Bulma; Vegeta scared him shitless!

 

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That sucked.

 

Gohan was looking at the table. He was angrily staring at the small white cup Bulma had given him. He just couldn't do it! Usually it was so easy but now, when he clearly saw the purpose of this…

 

Gohan stood up and went to the bathroom. Maybe if he didn't feel up to it in the living-room, maybe the shower would be better…

 

He undressed, neatly folded his clothes and put them onto a cupboard. He then unscrewed the cap of the cup and put it on a shelf where he would be able to easily reach it while in the shower stall. He stepped in and closed the curtain after him.

 

Gohan chose his favorite shower gel that smelled of cherries. He began to relax as hot steam rose in the bathroom, mixing with the pleasant smell of the shower gel. He thought that it might work and started touching himself.

 

He used to do it with Vegeta's picture in his head. It was not that he did it intentionally; it just happened. Always. Well, yeah… it was not like he was trying very hard to get rid of that picture…

 

The first time Kamala replaced Vegeta in his head, he was quite surprised. Then he was confused, and then wasn't even sure if he should feel relieved or not. Though now, he was quite happy and very turned on.

 

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Goku pulled slumbering Vegeta closer to him. Vegeta approved his personal heater's initiative and leaned into Goku's wide chest.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

“Mmm?”

 

“You think Gohan is sleeping with Kamala?”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He sighed. “No, not yet. Kakarott, will you leave your son in peace? Don't you think that's his business? Even if it's a former whore, it's not your business.”

 

Goku frowned. “It's not because of that!”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “I don't understand that your… You never cared when Gohan was with Videl…”

 

“That was different… Kamala…he's different. I'm afraid their relationship might end in a disaster… Look at what happened with Raaven…”

 

“But now they are okay. And the child is fine - it helped them both to recover.” Vegeta couldn't believe that he was the one saying these words. Usually it was his mate who played the role of a comforter and optimist.

 

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Karela was sitting on the floor, his toe in his mouth. His eyes got wide when he saw a mouse scurrying across the floor and into the kitchen. Karela's toe slowly left his mouth. That was interesting. He dropped to all four and at top speed crawled in the direction the mouse has gone.

 

At that moment Gohan knocked on the door. He was carrying a pack of beer (he loved the fact that he and Kamala shared the same taste in beer).

 

Before arriving, he had seen Goten. His brother was fine, although recent events added seriousness to his eyes. Goten realized that because of his frivolity, he almost got raped and endangered another person. He told Gohan that he regretted his actions very much and asked him to tell Kamala that he was very sorry.

 

Vegeta and Goku were there, too. The pair had been arguing over something. As far as he understood Vegeta had some pains at night, and Goku wanted him to go to talk to Bulma about that. Vegeta was refusing, and Goku was very worried.

 

Gohan lightly snorted. - Of course Vegeta was alright - no ill person could shout as loud and curse as much as Vegeta did.

 

“Hey.” Raaven opened the door for Gohan. “Come in,” he motioned. “You're exactly in the time for dinner. Kamala caught a big fat and obviously lazy deer today.”

 

Gohan felt saliva gathering in his throat. He quickly stepped into the house. Ah yes, he could already smell the fresh meat frying. Following Raaven, he went toward the kitchen then froze, the beer falling out of his hands. Karela. Karela was sitting on the kitchen floor. The infant's face was a bloodied mess, his tiny body covered in crimson liquid.

 

There was a mouse in Karela's teeth. The child was tearing at the mouse's fur with his teeth and nails.

 

“Jesus Christ!” Gohan bolted to the child and immediately pried the mouse from his teeth and tossed it to the floor in disgust. “Don't you see what he's doing?!” he shouted in the direction of the kitchen where Raven had gone.

 

As if in slow motion Karela looked at his empty hands. The next second Gohan thought that all hell had broken loose: the infant was kicking his legs and screaming loudly, hiccupping, blood and tears mixing, flowing.

 

“What did you do?” Kamala appeared in the doorway. He noticed the mouse on the floor. Kamala's nose scrunched, but then he laughed. “Give it back. You hurt his “hunter pride”.”

 

“Are you crazy?!” Gohan startled. He was astonished when Kamala took the dead mouse by its tail and reached for Karela.

 

Karela grabbed the mouse, his sobs stopping in an instant. His teeth sank back into the dead animal.

 

“Good boy.” Kamala patted Karela's head. “It's not very appetizing, but very good training.”

 

Gohan heard Karela let out a short purr, and the child's tiny tail wrapped around Kamala's ankle. Karela was happy.

 

“Great catch,” Kamala softly laughed, after noticing Gohan's visage. “Although I have no idea how he pursued it. Those things are fast.”

 

“Maybe it was sick?” Gohan pursed his lips in disgust. He still couldn't believe his eyes. “Or maybe it got poisoned and that's why it was slow? And you let him eat it…”

 

Kamala waved dismissively. “He wouldn't have touched it if it were simply lying on the floor. And he uses his nose. If it stank, he wouldn't have touched it. ”

 

For some time Gohan watched Karela tearing the mouse then just rushed into the kitchen, leaving Kamala and Karela behind.

 

Predator. The child was only 50 cm while standing, but damn… What a difference… At his age a Human baby just screamed for milk and had no idea what to do if a mouse bit them. And the Saiyan baby…the Saiyan baby would eat it…

 

Gohan put the beer in the fridge. Raaven was making salad while the meat was frying in the pan and potatoes were boiling.

 

“Need some help?” Gohan asked.

 

“Nah, only salad left. But you could make some cereal for Karela.”

 

“Are you sure?” Gohan faltered. “He just ate a mouse,” he added.

 

“He'll need more.” Raaven shook his head, laughing. “Lately he eats much more. He's growing fast. He became very mobile. I need a leash on him.”

 

“He's a growing boy; what do you expect?” Kamala entered the kitchen with Karela in his hands, but about 20 cm away from Kamala's body.

 

Kamala turned to the sink.

 

Gohan watched Kamala washing the infant's face then body. Most Human babies would have gotten fussy or would have started crying. Karela was happily wiggling his legs in the air. His tail was wrapped around Kamala's left wrist.

 

“Here you go,” Kamala disheveled Karela's hair and put the baby back onto the floor. “Raaven, look!” Kamala shouted, pointing at Karela. The child was standing on his two legs while his fingers were fisted into Kamala's trousers. Karela was also using his tail, the tip of it pushing against the floor, helping him to keep upright.

 

Karela held onto Kamala's trousers for a while then let go and fell back onto his behind.

 

They ate dinner quickly, in silence. All of them were hungry. Karela was sitting on Kamala's lap while Kamala was trying to feed him the cereal that Gohan made. Karela was turning his face to the other side, refusing to eat.

 

“Fine.” Kamala rolled his eyes and put the spoon back on the plate. Then he went back to eating his own meal. “Hey, hey.” He looked at Karela, who fisted into his long hair and pulled.

 

Raaven followed Karela's look. “He's looking at your plate. Must be seeing or smelling what he likes and wants you to give him that.”

 

Kamala fished out a slice of tomato from his plate and held it out for Karela. Karela scrunched his nose.

 

“Give him some meat, moron,” Raaven laughed.

 

A small morsel of meat was approved. Karela opened his mouth wide and, after he got what he wanted, happily started chewing. After several minutes he requested more. It was obvious that he liked meat more than cereal.

 

After they ate, Raaven took Karela and left Gohan and Kamala alone in the kitchen. Gohan went to retrieve beer from the fridge. He wondered if Raaven wanted to join them, but he knew that Raaven wasn't keen on alcohol. Besides, Raaven purposely left him and Kamala alone.

 

Gohan came back to the table, put the beer on it and sat down. Sometimes he still noticed jealous sparks fly in Raaven's eyes. Oh, he wasn't naïve - that the Saiyans broke their bond didn't mean that Raaven's feelings disappeared. But the Saiyan didn't interfere. He knew that Raaven must be feeling quite bitter towards him, but it seemed that Raaven just let it go.

 

Gohan watched Kamala wash dishes. Kamala seemed to be relaxed; his dark brown tail waving back and forth, the long, black hair spilling down his shoulders and back. Kamala's tail was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. It was puffy, and after several times accidentally touching it during their trainings, he knew that it was incredibly soft.

 

Gohan's gaze fixed on Kamala's broad shoulders, and the thick mane covering them. The hair wasn't very long, not like Radditz's; it ended at Kamala's waist.

 

“Stop staring.”

 

Gohan almost dropped his beer in surprise. His face covered in a red flush. Then he got up and approached Kamala.

 

“I wanted to see you today…” Gohan said.

 

Kamala turned to him. “Why?”

 

“No reason. Just missed your company.” Gohan leaned into Kamala, kissing him.

 

Kamala's hand slid to Gohan's shoulder blade, pulling him closer. “That's nice to know…” he purred after they parted for air.

 

Gohan's hand slid into Kamala's hair. Soft. He always wanted to do that. He pressed Kamala to him, pressing his lips to Kamala's, ravishing him, his tongue not leaving a place untouched in Kamala's mouth. His left hand slid down Kamala's side then to the small of his back.

 

He nuzzled Kamala's neck then deeply inhaled the strong masculine scent. His head was spinning, and the lower half of his stomach throbbing.

 

“Kamala…?” he purred into the other man's neck, requesting permission.

 

“No.” Kamala's dark eyes opened. “No.”

 

Gohan regretfully released Kamala. But Kamala didn't move. Already addicted to the feel, Gohan brushed over Kamala's hair once again. Kamala raised his head to look at him. There was something dark and deep in Kamala's eyes.

 

“Kamala?” Gohan felt a bit nervous. He was surprised as Kamala's mouth was over his again, kissing passionately.

 

A soft purr escaped Gohan's lips as they parted heaving quickly. He grinned at Kamala who now looked tasty as never before: disheveled hair, wet swollen lips, gleaming cheeks and smoldering eyes. And scent… He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, savoring.

 

“What was that for?” Gohan asked, opening his eyes.

 

Kamala shrugged, smiling. “I probably missed you, too.”

 

Gohan knew better, but chose not to say anything.

 

Kamala sighed then. He leaned his head on Gohan's shoulder. “Give me some time, okay?”

 

Gohan blew on Kamala's hair. “All the time you want.” He knew Kamala was confused. Hell, Kamala was probably still in love with his father.

 

Gohan frowned. If the situation weren't so serious, he really would have found it funny - they were both grown men, and what were they doing…? - Blushing and stammering like some teens. Then Gohan frowned even more. Actually Kamala WAS a teen (nineteen), and he was not so far from that (twenty).

 

Gohan stroked black thick hair then pushed a strand behind Kamala's ear. He sighed then. Probably he wasn't good at it - he wasn't very skilled in a role of a protector. His father had been doing it all his life, but he…

 

“Kamala?” Gohan played with a lock of Kamala's hair. He straightened it with his fingers then released it, watching how it came back to the same shape it had been in before.

 

“Umm?” Kamala raised his head from Gohan's shoulder to look at him.

 

“Would you like to go out? I mean a café, a club or whatever…”

 

Kamala laughed, amused. “I have no money, remember?”

 

Gohan smiled. “My treat.”

 

Kamala chuckled. “If you pay instead of me, it means you'd expect to get something back…” He grinned then at Gohan's physiognomy. “Alright, we could go eat something.” He shrugged at Gohan who was now laughing.

 

Gohan let go of Kamala's waist and went back to sit at the table. “Pizza?” He laughed again after Kamala nodded. So easy to predict. Saiyans…! “Okay, we could go tomorrow after training. I know a good place.”

 

“Can I bring Karela with me?”

 

Gohan blinked but then shrugged. “Of course.”

 

“How about Raaven?”

 

Kamala laughed, seeing Gohan's somber face. “Kidding. And Raaven will agree to watch Karela while we are gone.” He walked over to plant a kiss on Gohan's lips. Gohan's palm slid into his hair, and fingers began massaging his scalp. A wonderful feeling. He sighed contently into Gohan's mouth. In answer to that, Gohan's grip on his waist tightened. And he didn't find it scary, only arousing.

 

It had been a long time since a man wanted him like Gohan did. Maybe Raaven, but he couldn't respond to Raaven's passion like that; for some reason, he had always thought of Raaven more like of a brother than a lover.

 

Kamala straddled Gohan's hips, pinning Gohan to the chair. His hand fisted into Gohan's hair to press their mouths together once again. He felt Gohan's hand slide down his side, over the small of his back then to his buttocks where it lightly and tentatively squeezed. Kamala's groan against Gohan's lips caused Gohan to squeeze harder.

 

At that point he wasn't sure anymore why he had been resisting. He wanted Gohan, and Gohan wanted him - what was there to think about?

 

Kamala rocked on Gohan's lap to rub their groins together. He swallowed Gohan's moan and reached out for Gohan's tail. Gohan's whole body jerked.

 

“Do you realize what you are doing to me…?” With his eyes closed Gohan moaned against Kamala's mouth. His body reacted to Kamala like to some catalyst: Kamala's scent, purrs, tail, hair, whole body… So…Saiyan.

 

Gohan opened his eyes and lightly pushed at Kamala's chest. He was so hard it was getting painful. If Kamala wasn't going to help him here, he had to take care of it on his own. Although he could feel perfectly well that Kamala was in a similar state.

 

Gohan was surprised to see Kamala grin at him mischievously. Oh, Kamala had changed his mind… “Are you sure?” he asked, just in case.

 

“Yes,” Kamala nodded, his hands reaching down for Gohan's belt.

 

Gohan stroked Kamala's sides, then his hands slipped under Kamala's shirt to caress the flesh underneath it.

 

Kamala unzipped Gohan's jeans then left his lap. Gohan raised his hips so that Kamala could pull his jeans down. He inhaled sharply when Kamala pulled his boxers down, baring him to the air. Then Kamala came back to sit on Gohan's lap.

 

Gohan's eyes closed, and he bit his lip when a hot palm cupped him. Gohan hissed through his clenched teeth, his body shivering when Kamala began slowly massaging him with slow full strokes.

 

Gohan's eyes opened after a minute as Kamala left his lap again. He saw Kamala lean down to take his jeans and boxers completely off. Gohan's eyes were glazed over with anticipation when Kamala pushed his legs apart and kneeled down between them.

 

“Nghh…” Gohan's head fell back as Kamala's tongue ran over the underside of his rigid length. He startled in his chair as Kamala swallowed him.

 

He watched his flesh slide in and out of Kamala's mouth. So hot, so wet. So good. “Ummm…” He shuddered as Kamala's tongue flicked over the tip and then dipped inside the slit. Kamala had to hold his hips as Gohan tried to push inside that hot and wet cavern.

 

Kamala raised his eyes to see Gohan's dark hooded eyes watching his head bobbing up and down. He choked and had to pull back as Gohan's palm enclosed his tail. Gohan grasped him by his shoulders, raising him to his feet.

 

“Take off your clothes.” Gohan's palms slid down over Kamala's shoulders, pushing the unbuttoned shirt up.

 

Kamala shivered at the husky command. He helped Gohan to strip him of the shirt. Then they both went to his sweatpants. He gasped and bit his lip as Gohan stroked his clad arousal. Gohan's impatient hands then went to removing the sweatpants, quickly completing the task.

 

He sat back down in Gohan's lap. With a long groan his head fell back as Gohan grasped him firmly in his palm, kneading him. Kamala's hair spilled down his back as he rocked.

 

“Umm..nhgnn…” Kamala moaned when Gohan rubbed with his thumb over his oozing tip. Moaning, he hid his face into Gohan's shoulder crook as Gohan's hand set a sweet pace.

 

Gohan's other hand fisted into Kamala's soft hair, lifting his head for a kiss. He purred at the sight of Kamala's dazed eyes and flushed face then claimed the other man's mouth, showing what he would rather be doing.

 

Kamala groaned at the mimicking thrusts in his mouth. Gohan's palm on his pulsing shaft was driving him crazy, his head spinning. He could smell his own pre-cum mixing with Gohan's.

 

They kissed for some time then Gohan pulled back. He released Kamala's hair, and Kamala eagerly parted his mouth to Gohan's fingers as they pressed against his mouth.

 

Gohan felt his breathing hitch as he watched Kamala's tongue swirl around his fingers. His cock throbbed remembering how good it felt inside Kamala's mouth. His hand on Kamala's shaft faltered, but then proceeded with the rhythm. His other hand, as soon as Kamala's mouth released his fingers, circled Kamala's waist and went to the full-blooded Saiyan's buttocks.

 

Kamala groaned and tossed his head back as one finger slipped inside him. His thighs squeezed Gohan's legs as the finger started sliding in and out, the movements soon attuned with the strokes on his shaft.

 

Kamala's eyelashes fluttered as Gohan inserted a second finger. He rocked against the fingers and the palm that was cupping his shaft. Each brush against his prostate was bringing him closer to the edge. Then the fingers slipped out of him. Gohan's hands wrapped around his waist, and he was lifted up.

 

Kamala lowered himself down onto Gohan's shaft, his breath stuck in his throat as he was fully stretched. His body shook, and he hid his face in the crook of Gohan's neck. Gohan took his softened erection into his palm and began stroking it again.

 

“Stop hiding your face,” Gohan grunted out. “Look at me. Kamala.”

 

Kamala lifted his head. His mouth was met with a passionate kiss. He answered it with a growing passion as he got used to Gohan inside, and the feeling of painful stretching subsided.

 

He panted while pushing up and down Gohan's length. He was holding onto Gohan's shoulders for support. Gohan's one hand was gripping his waist to regulate thrusts; the other was stroking him.

 

“Ummhh…” Kamala shuddered as Gohan hit directly over the spot inside him. He pressed himself to Gohan. He was close. He let go of Gohan's shoulder and looked around for Gohan's tail.

 

Gohan groaned as his tail was captured. He felt it being raised and opened his eyes to see what Kamala was up to.

 

“Gods,” Gohan groaned at the feeling and the sight of Kamala sucking on the tip of his tail. He released Kamala's shaft and slammed Kamala down onto him.

 

“Ughhmm,” Kamala's eyes rolled back in his head, his head fell onto his shoulder, the tip of Gohan's tail almost falling out of his mouth.

 

Kamala's hair brushed against Gohan's legs, the tickling sensation adding to the euphoria Gohan was feeling at that moment. Quick strong jabs directly over that place in Kamala were undoing them both. Kamala's loud moans, pants and grunts were driving Gohan crazy. He wanted to fuck the man senseless.

 

Gohan felt Kamala constrict around him, the tightness, and Kamala's mindless grinding against his crotch making him wild. He knew he was probably bruising Kamala's waist, but now the rising hotwired pleasure in the pit of his stomach was dictating the rules.

 

“Fuuck,” Gohan groaned when the chair under them gave in. His back hit the floor, Kamala falling on top of him, hanging on the verge of release.

 

Kamala grunted as the position was suddenly changed; he was trapped under Gohan's heavy weight. He moaned loudly and hooked his legs over Gohan's back as the demi-Saiyan came back to thoroughly tumbling him.

 

The control Gohan had now made that hot wire inside his stomach heat up even more. He supported himself with one hand next to Kamala's head while the other was gripping Kamala's thigh from behind, trying to get himself as deep as possible.

 

He felt Kamala starting to constrict around him again and thrust harder. With a low breathless growl Kamala arched from the floor and Gohan felt wetness shoot against his stomach. The tightness around him and the smell of sex sent him over the edge after Kamala.

 

They panted loudly while lying on the kitchen floor.

 

“You okay?” Gohan asked after regaining his breath somewhat. He raised himself a bit to stop crushing Kamala underneath him.

 

Kamala nodded. He shifted as Gohan pulled out of him. Still a bit dizzy, Gohan sat up on the floor. He looked down at Kamala who looked back at him. He truly hoped Kamala wasn't regretting it. Because he really didn't.

 

Gohan reached out to stroke Kamala's flushed cheek with his fingers. He felt relieved when Kamala's face leaned into his palm.

 

“So, will you go with me to eat pizza?” Gohan asked softly.

 

Kamala chuckled. “Yes, I will. And afterward you'll have to buy a new chair.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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