Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Primal Urges ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )

[Fic] Primal Urges, Part 6 of ? by DharmaSerenity based on story idea by Vickalinda (Tigereyes)

 

Title: Primal Urges, Part 6 of ?

AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY, based on story idea and constant guidance by Vickalinda(!!)

Archive : yes

Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, descriptions of visual art, porn, etc.

 

Pairing(s): Gh x MTr, Gohan dominant!!!

 

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 : angst, m/m sex, graphic sex, a teensy bit of violence, descriptions of erotic forms of art, such as photos,

porn, stripping, etc.

 

Spoilers : End of Buu Saga. But before Gohan got married in Dbz. He never marries Videl in this story.

 

Notes : This story idea came from Vickalinda. Thank you Vicky!

 

Feedback : Please let me know what you think. Be as detailed in your critique as possible, please. I look forward to

hearing from you. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks stared out the window, a strange feeling that had been nagging at him all weekend finally urging him to have a look outside. A light breeze blew in, cooling his wet hair. Trunks couldn't see anything that would cause the strange feeling, so he gave up, walking away from the window.

 

Trunks returned to the couch, padding quietly on bare feet.

 

Trunks had woken up early, having a fitful sleep the night before. Gohan was still out cold when Trunks finally gave up and rose to climb out of bed. As Trunks left the bed to go have a shower, he placed a soft kiss to Gohan's forehead.

 

Now Trunks sat, blindly looking at a file from work, staring at the words on the page in front of him, and not comprehending any of them.

 

He couldn't help but feel sad and uneasy over the way things had turned out the night before, Gohan barely speaking to him the entire night. Trunks remembered Gohan's steady coldness and anger, and even though Gohan explained it all thoroughly, it still did not ease the hurt.

 

Trunks tried to focus on what he was reading. He managed to understand one lengthy paragraph, but then felt a weight on the couch next to him as he saw a still practically sleeping Gohan, slide backwards head first over the back of the couch. Gohan used his bent legs to hold him in place over the back of the couch as his head leaned down towards the floor, his eyes closed.

 

Trunks couldn't help but smile at Gohan's sleepy playfulness.

 

Groggily, Gohan asked, “What time is it?”

 

Trunks looked at the clock on the DVD player. “8:40AM.”

 

Gohan grunted, not opening his eyes. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, which were basically a pair of briefs with long legs. They made him look amazingly sexy.

 

“What'r you doin?”

 

“Just reading some files.”

 

One heavy lidded eye popped open. It closed again. “Your hair's wet.”

 

“Yeah, I showered already.”

 

“Hmm.” Gohan paused. “You're not supposed to do that without me.” Gohan paused again. “You must be punished.” With that, a strong hand grabbed Trunks' nearest leg and pulled it towards Gohan's face, where he bit hard into Trunks' calf muscle.

 

“OW!” Trunks, laughing, tried to pull his leg away, but Gohan wouldn't let go. Trunks used the arm of the couch for leverage to pull free, climbing over it to crawl onto the floor in escape. Gohan pursued him, crawling onto Trunks' retreating legs. Trunks was laughing and yelling at Gohan to stop, but Gohan wouldn't. Instead, Gohan tried to grab Trunks' legs to pull him back but Trunks continued to crawl away. In the struggle, Gohan accidentally yanked down Trunks' sweat pants. With Trunks' naked backside revealed, Trunks protesting through a fit of laughter, Gohan climbed on top of Trunks' thighs and bit Trunks' ass, hard.

 

“OWWW!! GOHAN!!!”

 

Gohan stopped biting Trunks, leaning heavily on him so that Trunks could not move. Gohan playfully glanced at his captive and meeting Trunks' protesting glance, smirked, then gave Trunks' revealed backside a devilish glance and said, “Nice.”

 

“Gohan, what are you…”

 

But Trunks was unable to finish asking his question, as Gohan started to kiss and nip away at Trunks' rear, no longer playing. Trunks saw the erection poking at Gohan's boxer briefs and knew where this would lead.

 

Gohan put his hand between Trunks' legs, moving them apart and buried his mouth between Trunks' cheeks. He burrowed his face until, with his tongue, he felt Trunks' opening. Trunks moaned out at the contact, feeling a swimmy feeling overtake him. Trunks' body was instantly covered is a light sheen of sweat.

 

Gohan pulled at Trunks' hips, making Trunks rise on his knees, so that he could thoroughly lick and taste him. Trunks grunted and whimpered repeatedly, pushing himself towards Gohan, wanting more.

 

Gohan dug his tongue inside Trunks, curling it, probing him with it, as he brought his hand around to clasp Trunks' increasing erection. Gohan continued his oral invasion for several minutes, all the while stroking Trunks until Trunks sounded quite close to orgasm. Gohan rose on his knees behind Trunks, placing his knees in between Trunks' legs and pulling himself out of his underwear, entered Trunks without lubricant, letting his own needful saliva suffice.

 

Trunks gasped out into a scream at the entry, but it was only pleasure that he expressed. He moved himself back into each of Gohan's thrusts, loving the feel of Gohan's length within him at this angle. If anything, it felt as if Gohan could go deeper within him this way, and Trunks' already guessed that this would be his favorite position.

 

Trunks caught sight of their reflection in the glass door that lead to the balcony, watching as Gohan thrust into him repeatedly, seeing an enticing glimpse of Gohan's length before it disappeared time and time again inside his body.

 

“You like watching, don't you?” Gohan asked, his voice still very husky in his grogginess. It added further to the normally warm sound of his voice, and Trunks felt his body break out in goose bumps in response.

 

Trunks didn't know how to answer.

 

“Have a video camera?”

 

Trunks voice shook as he responded. “No.”

 

“Hmm, we'll have to see about that.” Gohan moaned suddenly, as he felt Trunks squeeze his muscles around Gohan's shaft.

 

Gohan smiled, commenting, “Hmm, you seem to like the idea.”

 

Trunks didn't know how long he could hold on with Gohan's talking to him somehow making this more erotic. As he thrust in each time Trunks could feel Gohan thoroughly hitting his pleasure zone. Trunks was getting very close to release.

 

Gohan sped up his body's movement as he could hear the difference in Trunk's breathing. Before too long the both of them groaned, grinding against each other as their bodies delighted in the pleasure of orgasm.

 

After the orgasms died down, Gohan, lightly caressing Trunk's hips, pulled his spent shaft out and placed a warm kiss to the small of Trunks' back.

 

Trunks sat on his hip, turning to look at his lover. Gohan smiled at him warmly and reached out a hand to caress Trunks' face.

 

“Good morning.”

 

Trunks smiled. Then, impetuous, he kneeled in front of Gohan and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a warm, lingering hug. Gohan hugged him back, sliding his hand under Trunks' sweatshirt to feel the silky skin of Trunks' back.

 

“Gohan…”

 

“Don't say it.”

 

Trunks closed his eyes. He felt Gohan press a kiss to his hair. Gohan pulled away so that he could look in Trunks' eyes.

 

A thumb caressing Trunks' face again, Gohan smiled warmly as he said, “I can't get enough of you.”

 

Trunks smiled, “I feel the same way.”

 

They kissed each other lightly.

 

Trunks, excited, a sparkle in his large blue eyes, said, “Hey, I haven't left the apartment all weekend. Let's go out somewhere. Grab a bite to eat, do something…”

 

Gohan shook his head sadly. “Well, maybe just for a little while. But I've got to work tonight and I've got to leave here around 5pm.”

 

“Oh.” Trunks couldn't help his disappointment.

 

Gohan smiled at Trunks, a little devilishly. “Hey, it's just for tonight, then I'm off until Wednesday night.”

 

Trunks nodded. “Sure, no problem.” Trunks fidgeted, looking for his pants. Gohan didn't let go of Trunks, though. Trunks turned again to face Gohan.

 

Gohan, smiling mischievously, “You could come to the club, you know.”

 

Automatically, “No thank you.”

 

Gohan looked annoyed at that. “Just like that, `no thank you?'”

 

Trunks shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”

 

“Say that you'll go!”

 

Gohan's voice rising, he was beginning to look as he did the night previous. Trunks couldn't help but be reminded of the argument he heard building to a crescendo outside Jack's apartment just the other night and how people around the building had reacted to it. Trunks had no desire to be a part of such a relationship, no matter how he felt about Gohan.

 

Trunks didn't respond, just looked back at Gohan, who glared at him, his face just an inch away.

 

“Well?!”

 

Trunks looked down and quietly said, “Gohan, please stop raising your voice.”

 

Trunks didn't look up to see Gohan's reaction, but looking down at Gohan's chest he watched it rise and fall rapidly in agitation, the muscles tense.

 

Neither one of them knew what to say, seeming at an impasse. Gohan got up, his knees red from the carpet. He yanked up his underwear and strode out of the room not saying anything. Trunks got up feeling hollow and hurt inside as he wiped himself up and put his pants back on.

 

Trunks sat on the couch for a few minutes, his head in his hands, silken hair trailing between his fingers. Without hearing him enter the room, Trunks was a little startled when he suddenly heard Gohan speak from behind him.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

Trunks raised his head and turned around to face Gohan. Gohan was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He looked upset but not angry.

 

“Thanks.” Trunks didn't know what else to say.

 

Gohan came over and sat next to Trunks on the couch. “I tend to yell a lot. I know it isn't fair. I'll try to stop.”

 

Trunks could feel all the questions he had bubbling to the surface within him but he fought against them, having made a promise to Gohan the night before. He couldn't help but feel painted into a corner, not being able to ask Gohan where all this anger came from - where it had all started? Gohan could see the agitation on Trunks face and it worried him. Gohan cursed himself inwardly for acting so rash.

 

“So…” Gohan tried a light mood. “Look, Trunks. It would mean a lot for me if you came to my performance.”

 

Trunks felt anger wash over him. Trunks' features hardened, making him look a lot like his father, but he controlled his voice as he spoke, “Gohan, you know that you mean a lot to me. Just don't ask me to see you perform. I don't want to.”

 

“Trunks, it's just stripping. Nothing bad.”

 

“How far do you strip?”

 

“Well, all the way.”

 

Trunks nodded, avoiding Gohan's eyes.

 

“Trunks, I'm really good.”

 

“I'm sure you are,” a hint of bitterness crept into Trunks' voice.

 

Frustrated, Gohan stood up in front of Trunks. “Trunks, please?”

 

“Why do you want me to go, Gohan? I don't understand.” Trunks looked up at Gohan sadly.

 

“Because, as I've said, it would mean a lot to me to have you there. I want to dance for you. Believe me, knowing that you are out in the audience, watching me, I'll be able to put on the best performance I ever have. Just thinking about you watching…” Gohan pushed into Trunk's, straddling his lap and leaning into him, his face a mere inch from Trunks face, “it really turns me on.”

 

Trunks could feel the truth of Gohan's statement pressed against him.

 

“Gohan…” Trunks was going to try to argue, but Gohan pressed his lips to Trunks' lips and with Gohan kissing him suggestively, Trunks could begin to feel his resolve slip. Even as it did, Trunks realized exactly what Gohan was doing -- Gohan was using sex to get his way. And even though Trunks knew he would give in to Gohan's demands, Trunks made a mental note that this was something that Gohan had been doing for some time now, with other men, and that he was eventually going to have to find a way to stand up to him.

 

Despite himself, Trunks felt his tongue search Gohan's mouth, feeling as his body responded to the hard crotch pressed against his own. Trunks smelled the distinctive odor of Gohan's heat flooding the room and thought he would be sick, his senses overwhelmed. He felt as if he would suffocate and had to push Gohan away. Gohan tried to protest, but it was obvious that Trunks' needed to catch his breath. Trunks, using some force, pushed Gohan off of him, forcing Gohan to land on the couch to his side. Trunks ran over to the window, opening it wide so he could get some fresh air. Trunks felt the cool breeze on his skin and sucked at the air greedily.

 

Gohan walked up behind him and sounding concerned, asked, “Are you ok?”

 

“Just need some air.” Trunks eyes were closed, and his skin was flushed. Gohan put a steadying hand on Trunks' upper arm.

 

Trunks felt that strange tug he had felt earlier and glanced out the window trying to determine its source. He searched the street below and even the sky. Finally, Trunks thought he could see a small speck in the sky and without his glasses, Trunks squinted at it. Gohan saw Trunks squinting at the sky and wanted to see as well. Trunks fought a wave of dizziness as Gohan's scent flooded his senses once more, Gohan craning his head next to Trunks so he could see what Trunks was looking at.

 

“Ahh,” Gohan commented knowingly as he pulled away from the window.

 

Trunks turned around to look at Gohan, a question on his face.

 

“Piccolo,” Gohan said, his face neutral.

 

“Piccolo?” Trunks blinked at Gohan in surprise, then looked up at the sky again. Yes, there was definitely someone up there.

 

“Yes. It's nothing to worry about. He shows up now and again.”

 

“What do you mean?” Trunks turned to Gohan, puzzled.

 

“He's my guardian angel.” Gohan laughed. Then Gohan looked up and a small smile lit his face as he looked at the fleck in the sky that used to be his old Master. Trunks felt a wave of sadness in response to the look on Gohan's face, it reminding him so much of the innocence his face used to possess.

 

“I don't understand. Why doesn't he come down here?”

 

Gohan shook his head, returning to the cynical look Trunks was beginning to realize Gohan wore 99% of the time. “Nah. He won't do that. He's not very comfortable with me nowadays.”

 

Trunks just looked at Gohan. Gohan continued, “But he watches me. Always. He'll go away every now and then, to see to his own needs, I suppose. But then he's right back again.” Gohan laughed derisively. “He's always there when I fuck.”

 

Trunks looked upset in response to the nasty tone Gohan's voice took on at the last comment. Gohan shrugged at the look. “What?! He is. He can tell. I don't think he's checking it out for any sick twisted reason, but…” Gohan shrugged again.

 

Trunks looked at Gohan, not saying anything for a moment. Gohan looked at him impatiently, knowing that Trunks wanted to say something.

 

Finally, Trunks said, “He's worried about you. He worries about you most when you `fuck.'”

 

And as soon as the words were out of Trunks mouth, Trunks felt a feeling wash over him, and knew in an instant that it was a protective warning from Piccolo. The feeling said, “Don't push him.”

 

Gohan's eyes were hard granite as they stared back at Trunks. “Let him worry. As I said, he doesn't speak to me any more. He can't handle me any more. But he's somehow obligated and does this `guardian angel' bit.” Gohan shrugged again.

 

“He loves you.”

 

Gohan nearly yelled, clearly evident in the transformation of his facial features, but stopped himself. Trunks could tell it took an effort.

“Why is the idea of someone loving you so offensive, Gohan?”

 

Gohan walked away, angry and red faced. He stood in the middle of the living room not saying anything. He didn't turn around when he finally spoke, “I asked you to see my show. Will you?”

 

Trunks wanted very badly to say that that would be the last thing he would ever do, but the vulnerability he managed to hear in Gohan's voice finally broke his resolve. “Yes. I'll go.”

 

Gohan spun around, a surprised look on his face. Then a broad grin transformed his face from one of innocence to sexiness. Gohan walked towards Trunks, happy that he got his way, but Trunks backed away.

 

Trunks said, “Gohan, I'm going to get dressed and go out for a bit. I would love it if you came with me, but if you don't I still need to go.”

 

Gohan nodded, seeing the look of claustrophobia apparent on Trunks' face. “Ok, I'll go. I just have to be back here by 4pm to get showered and ready.”

 

Trunks nodded. He turned to go towards the bedroom, walking around the other side of the couch furthest away from Gohan.

 

* * *

 

Gohan and Trunks had walked to a diner just a couple of blocks away. After having several cups of coffee and juice, eggs, ham, potatoes and toast, Trunks was already feeling much better.

 

The walk alone had done him some good. Just getting out in the fresh air was enough for him. While eating, Gohan kept glancing at his lover in concern. He looked at Trunks now and reached his hand across the table to give it a squeeze.

 

“You all right?”

 

Trunks smiled with the first sign of sparkle returned to his blue eyes. “Yeah. I needed this.”

 

Gohan smiled, happy again.

 

Trunks looked down at their hands clasped on the table and felt good. It somehow felt better to openly show affection for each other like this in public. On the way over to the diner, as claustrophobic as Trunks had been, Trunks still delighted as Gohan had held him close, Gohan's arm wrapped around his waist as they walked. Trunks had felt a little like he was on display, which was exactly what Gohan intended, Gohan proud to walk with such a beautiful male so obviously his. But even though Trunks had shied away from some of the glances they received, some good, some not so good, he still liked the warm affection.

 

After they paid for their brunch, they decided to walk about for awhile. They headed towards a park nearby and held hands as they strolled. Again, they commanded notice, looking at ease with each other as they did, and as striking a pair as they made.

 

After awhile they sat down on a park bench and just took in the fresh air and the sounds of nature all around them. Gohan smiled warmly at Trunks and was happy to see Trunks eyes sparkle in true delight back at him.

 

* * *

 

Gohan had emerged from his shower and was now busy in the bedroom. Trunks worked at his laptop on the dining room table. Trunks heard the blow-dryer turn on and before too long the smell of clean, fresh shower scents wafted his way. Trunks couldn't help it, he had to go and have a look up close.

 

As Trunks neared the bedroom his breath quickened at the sight that met his eyes.

 

Gohan, just finishing drying his hair, was now fussing with it in the mirror above the vanity table. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants and he was shirtless.

 

Gohan's pants weren't tight, but they showed off the strength of his legs and nicely displayed his rear underneath. The black of Gohan's pants was such a contrast to the paleness of his skin that it seemed to set off all of the ripples and contours of the muscles on his arms and chest. Further accentuating it all, Gohan wore black leather bands on each bicep. Catching the light, Trunks noticed that Gohan's skin was dusted with a sparkling powder. The smell that came off Gohan was clean and fresh, a mixture of hair gel, shower gel, and the scent of the dusting powder, a combination of baby powder and roses.

 

Trunks blushed when he caught Gohan smirking at him through the reflection in the mirror.

 

“You can rip my pants off of me if you like.”

 

“No thanks.” Trunks blushed, trying to avoid staring, but it was a losing battle.

 

“It's real easy.” For emphasis, Gohan, with more than a fair share of rhythm in his movement, moved his pelvis forward then pointed his hip sharply to the side, bursting the Velcro holding the side seam together on his leather pants, popping them open. Trunks saw a hint of the black g-string Gohan wore underneath.

 

“The g-string's just as easy to rip off. Want to give it a yank?”

 

“No, you haven't got much time.”

 

Gohan smirked again, but finally looking satisfied with his hair, grabbed the cylinder of dusting powder off the vanity table and tossed it into his carry bag. It landed in a pile of leather and black silk garments that Trunks guessed would go on at the club.

 

Gohan redid the snaps on his Velcro and Trunks, in an unsteady voice asked, “Isn't that dangerous on your bike? I mean, it could all just pop off.”

 

Gohan laughed. “No, it only comes off if I want it to come off.” Trunks couldn't help but think about all the men that would want to rip it off of Gohan and wondered how many have been successful as they reached their hands over to him from their position at the foot of the stage.

 

Trunks found Gohan smirking at him yet again. Gohan leaned in and placed a light kiss on Trunks' lips, holding his body far away. Gohan may have been talking a good game, but at the moment his body really was off limits. Trunks couldn't help but feel jealous and a little hurt.

 

Gohan caught the look as he slipped on a black silk t-shirt and he smiled at Trunks warmly. “Well, I'm going to get going. I'll see you there.”

 

“Ok.” Trunks crossed his arms in front of himself, hands tucked under his armpits as if he were cold. It was a sign that he was agitated, a mannerism that Gohan was beginning to recognize.

 

Gohan pulled on his leather jacket, and reaching into the pocket, pulled out a pass, handing it to Trunks as he lifted his carry bag over his shoulder.

 

“Get there by 7pm to get a table near the stage. This will get you in free. You only have to buy two drinks while you are there. It shouldn't be a problem since I won't go on for at least 3 shows.”

 

Trunks looked alarmed. “You mean I have to sit through all of those shows?”

 

Gohan grinned. “Don't worry. As I said, you need to get there early to get a good table. It's a nice club and they are quality dancers. Just… well, you're probably going to be approached by my boss, Louis. He'll ask you if you want to work there or something. Just politely say “no thanks,” and that should take care of it.”

 

Gohan had to laugh at the horrified look on Trunks' face. “Kami, Trunks, of course he's going to ask you. Just look at you! He'd be a fool not to. But if you blush like that, he won't bother you again. He doesn't like his dancers shy.” Gohan laughed again at the embarrassed look on Trunks' face.

 

“Well, gotta go. And Trunks, thank you. This means so much to me, because I know you're hesitant.”

 

Trunks heard the truth in Gohan's voice and saw it in his eyes as well, and despite himself, Trunks felt himself smile warmly at Gohan. “Yeah, see you later.”

 

Gohan leaned in and gave Trunks another soft kiss, their eyes meeting and sparkling at one another.