Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Primal Urges ❯ Chapter 10
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[Fic] Primal Urges, Part 9 of ? by DharmaSerenity based on story idea by Vickalinda (Tigereyes)
Title: Primal Urges, Part 9 of ?
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY, based on story idea 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 (NO ONE UNDER AGE 18!)
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 : The initial 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.
Gohan kissed Trunks deeply, a gentle shudder running through the lavender-haired man's body in response. When Gohan broke the kiss, he looked at Trunks with a question in his eyes.
“Ready?”
Trunks nodded.
Gohan lay back on the couch, one leg up along the backrest of it.
Before, Trunks had asked that Gohan remove his boots, Gohan grinning as he unlaced them.
They had already removed Trunks' clothing.
Trunks applied lubricant to two shaking fingers as Gohan had instructed him. He laid the tube of lubricant on Gohan's abdomen and both men laughed, letting off some tension. Trunks propped himself over Gohan and reached down to massage his anus. Gohan closed his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them again, he looked up sweetly at his lover.
“Feels nice.”
Trunks looked down at Gohan and felt such feelings overwhelm him. He wanted to make love to Gohan all night long, never letting him go. It showed. Gohan reached his hand up and caressed Trunks' face, Trunks kissing the palm of it.
Trunks, really not wanting to hurt him, but feeling Gohan move his body against his fingers, slipped both gently in him. Trunks was surprised at how easily they slid inside. It showed on his face, again.
“I can tighten it if you like?”
And before Trunks could answer, Trunks felt Gohan tighten against him.
“I just know how to relax my muscles really well by now.” Gohan smiled, his body undulating.
Trunks ignored the implication of that statement. Gohan saw the look, Trunks' face basically an open book at all times, but didn't comment, too busy enjoying the sensations of Trunk's fingers moving in and out of him.
“Yeah, just like that, Baby.”
Gohan looked beyond beautiful at that moment, a pink glow lighting on his pale cheeks, smoky black lashes fluttering closed, his mouth a small circle of pleasure.
The sounds of pleasure emitting from that sweet mouth stirred Trunks' arousal further. Gohan moved against Trunks' hand in urgency.
Gohan looked up at Trunks and said, “Baby, I'm ready any time you are. I just want to feel you so bad.” And when he said it, Trunks sensed it wasn't as it had been all night, it was truly meant. Gohan did want to feel Trunks inside him, did want that connection and Trunks smiled in response.
Trunks pulled his fingers out and use the same hand to squeeze the lubricant onto his erection. Trunks tossed the tube to the floor and slid himself gently into Gohan, gasping at the amazing feel.
Trunks started to move inside Gohan, lowering himself enough so that they could kiss as they made love. Gohan moaned, moving under him, and Trunks thought he would lose his mind from the sensations flooding his skin. Trunks had never made love to someone like this or felt as complete doing so as he did now.
Trunks felt Gohan's hands slide up and down his sweating back, Gohan's strong legs sliding against his own. Their strong chests pressed together, rippled muscle against rippled muscle, slipping against slick sweat, causing arousing friction as hard nipples rubbed against each other.
Trunks felt Gohan squeeze his muscles around Trunks' shaft as Trunks slid out, doing it each time Trunks pulled out to re-enter. Trunks moaned now, getting close to orgasm and looked apologetically at Gohan.
“Don't feel bad for coming. I've been holding back myself. Let's cum together, Baby.”
Trunks increased the pace of his movements, giving in to indulgent abandon. Gohan moaned, mouth open wide, the sound harsh and sex filled and it tipped Trunks over the edge.
Trunks threw his head back, lavender hair arcing to spill silkily over his strong shoulders as he cried out in the throes of orgasm. Gohan writhed under him, screaming as his own pearly white seed squirted all over his muscled torso.
Trunks thrust until his shaft could no longer move inside Gohan, it becoming spent and soft. He collapsed onto Gohan's cum soaked chest and panted, sweat dripping from his every pore. Gohan wrapped his arms about him and whispered sweet endearments as he kissed Trunks lips gently.
It was the first time that night that Gohan was being tender and open and Trunks felt himself lose all restraint. “Gohan, I love you.”
Trunks heard the intake of breath and knew that he ruined everything between them with just those few words. Gohan's body stiffened underneath him.
“Why can't I tell you I love you?” Trunks sounded desperate and sad. Gohan turned hard eyes to him.
“I don't want to hear it.”
“I'm sorry, Gohan. But it is how I feel. I can't hide it. I do. And you've known all along.”
“Then why say it? It isn't necessary, is it?” Gohan's eyes were hard black orbs, his voice biting. He pushed at Trunks trying to get Trunks off of him.
Trunks moved and was now alone on the couch looked down at the material of the cushions in defeat, lilac locks spilling around his head, covering his sad face. Overall, this night had turned out to be a nightmare, and he knew it was over. Trunks couldn't continue to deal with this anymore.
Gohan angrily lit a cigarette as he wiped his cum off of his chest and abdomen with a small towel. He walked to the closet, pulling on a pair of jeans that hung on a hanger. Gohan started to put them on, not worrying about underwear.
“Let's get dressed and get out of here. I want to go dancing.” Gohan said it tersely, a hard edge to his voice, the cigarette clasped between his lips making him sound angrier.
Trunks looked at the clock and saw that it was 11pm. Gohan knew that he had work in the morning, and knew that Trunks couldn't go out dancing all night. Everything about this night was one-sided, selfish and cruel.
“I'm sorry Gohan, but I think we should end this.” Trunks' voice sounded pained as he spoke the words.
Gohan's body twitched, but he didn't turn around. Trunks, tears blinding him, reached for his clothes. Trunks stood on shaking legs to put on his underwear and jeans, sniffling at his tears. He felt so empty and hollow inside. Trunks just wanted to get far away from there and from Gohan. Being with Gohan was too painful.
“I guess you want me to get my stuff out of the apartment.” It was said in a hollow, cold voice.
“No, if you want to stay, until you line something up, it's ok. Just stay in the other bedroom.” Trunks voice sounded thick with tears.
Angrily, “Oh come on! Who the fuck do you think you are kidding?! Huh?!”
Trunks faced the angry young man, and it was clear that Trunks wasn't kidding. His love for Gohan was so true that even though it would hurt him, Trunks would endure Gohan staying there until Gohan could get another place for himself. He hoped that Gohan wouldn't go back to porn, or prostitution, but Trunks knew in his heart that Gohan would. He just felt such pain, and knew that as much as he wanted to change things, make things right again, nothing would work until Gohan wanted them to. And it was clear that Gohan didn't want to.
Gohan saw the finality in Trunks eyes. It truly was over as far as Trunks was concerned.
Trunks wasn't going to be anyone's doormat. As much as he loved Gohan, he loved the memory of his Gohan more, and he couldn't let this Gohan ruin that love or that memory.
Gohan looked truly worried and pained for the first time that evening. The look of worry he had when he had run out to Trunks in the foyer had been a fleeting thing, a worry easily overcome. But Gohan, fearful, realized this was different. His voice broke a little as he came towards Trunks, reaching out to him. Trunks shrank from him.
“Baby,...”
“NO! Don't! Stop calling me that. It's over Gohan.”
“No! No it isn't! Don't you leave me, Trunks! Don't you fucking dare!!”
Trunks shook his tear streaked face regretfully. “I'm sorry Gohan. It's not going to work. We can only prolong the inevitable, and I don't have the stomach to take more of this. I'm not like Jack. I can't take the abuse.” Trunks ended with a sob, standing with his shirt half buttoned, a hand pressed to his forehead as fat tears fell from his eyes.
Gohan tentatively put a hand on Trunks' arm and Trunks flinched.
“Please Trunks, don't. I'm begging you.” And Gohan started to cry too. “Please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll be better. I won't try to hurt you again.”
“You see, that's just it. You tried. You did. You went out of your way to be hurtful and I don't understand why. I don't know what I did to deserve that. There's a part of you that must hate me to be so cruel...” Trunks sobbed openly, looking at Gohan.
“I've just got a lot of anger. I told you.”
“It's not good enough Gohan. I can't do it. I don't even know where the anger is coming from, and I know I promised, but I honestly can't keep that promise. I can't. Not if I have to silently take abuse. It's just better we end this now. I've got a lot of things I have to do here before I go back, and I just want to finish up as quickly as I can so I can return home.”
The look on Gohan's face was horrible. The realization that Trunks intended to go back to his own time was something he hadn't truly pondered before and his face washed with tears. His voice breaking, Gohan begged, “Please don't leave, Trunks. Please. You... you're the only thing that makes a difference right now. Please. I don't know that I can go back to that emptiness. Please, I'm begging you.”
Trunks shook his head.
“PLEASE! Don't go!!” Gohan desperate, tried to throw his arms around Trunks. Trunks pushed at him roughly, snarling in anger, his face transforming into rage.
Gohan backed off, shaking. “What can I do to make it right!? I'll do it now, please!”
Trunks shook his head. “You don't get it, do you? It's not anything you can do, so long as you've got that cancerous anger within you. I see that now. You can't love anyone because you don't love yourself. You hate yourself for some fucking unknown reason and I can't change that in you. I wanted to help you, but you've got to do it for yourself. I see that now.” Trunks looked exhausted, defeated.
“You just don't understand!” Gohan wailed. “Please Trunks, someday, I'll tell you all, it just hurts too much right now. Please!”
Trunks lost all restraint. “What happened Gohan?! Did Goku do something to you? Did he... did he molest you? Or was it someone else?”
Gohan shook his head, really weeping now, his body shaking from head to toe. “No!” Gohan sobbed so openly now. “Please... it just hurts to talk about it. It... there's so much to it... I don't know where to begin... please.” Gohan sobbed, sounding frail and young.
Trunks felt his heart break just looking at him. “Well, I... I can stay and listen, if you want...” Trunks said, part regretful defeat, sounding tired, part hope, hearing the first hints of something in Gohan that said Gohan wanted, needed help. Gohan seemed to be reaching out for the first time in all of this. There was none of the pretense in Gohan now as there had been before.
Gohan, incoherent, just nodded and blindly stubbed out one cigarette to reach for his pack of cigarettes again, shaking hands grabbing another cigarette to light it. He lit it and dragged off of it deeply, his eyelashes soaked in tears, his eyes red and his lips quivering. Gohan sat down and smoked for a bit, looking really old, beyond his years, his eyes looking back on things he had long ago suppressed.
“I just need this cigarette and we'll go home. I don't want to talk it through here, ok?” He looked so sad that Trunks knew this wasn't another manipulative request. Trunks nodded, putting on the rest of his clothes in silence.
* * *
They went home separately, Trunks not wanting to climb on Gohan's bike behind him. He just couldn't bring himself to put his arms around Gohan now. Trunks decided to fly, his face finally drying in the cool night air.
Trunks got home first and waited, fearing that Gohan wouldn't show. But before long the bell rang and Trunks buzzed Gohan up. Trunks wondered, if after all was said and done, if he would be giving an apartment key to Gohan or not.
Gohan walked in looking horrible, his face white, streaked with tears. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a mess from their earlier lovemaking. Gohan just walked in wordlessly and sat on the couch. He lit another cigarette, and although Trunks didn't like Gohan to smoke in the apartment, he let him now. Trunks got him a ceramic mug to put his ashes in and Gohan nodded, looking off into space.
Gohan turned and looked at Trunks, laughing mirthlessly through tears. “Well, where do I begin?”
“From wherever you think is appropriate.”
Gohan sighed heavily, his voice heavy with tears. “Ok. I... I loved Videl. I still do. I never will stop loving her. But my love for her is like my love for Goten. She's my best friend. She's a good person. But try as I might I just couldn't... I just couldn't feel for her what I felt... for you.”
Trunks blinked.
Gohan looked at Trunks and smiled regretfully. “It's a long story. I think, I'll just tell it as it unfolded.”
“Ok.”
Gohan looked down, staring at the smoke circling from his cigarette.
Gohan looked up and closed his eyes, squeezing out fat tears.
And he began his story.
* * *
Gohan smiled at Videl and she grinned up at him. They walked down the hall together, stopping at her locker so she could get her things. Class had seemed long, the teacher just droning on, but it was over for the day, today being a half day. Gohan was talking about his spar with his father just the day before, proudly telling her of how he had flipped Goku onto his back, in fact, how the wind had been knocked out of his father by the move.
Gohan laughed. “He just laid there and cracked up at me, the whole time making this silent sound because he was so out of breath. I doubled over laughing at him too.” Gohan's face spoke of the volumes of love he had for his father and how good it was to feel the man's pride in him.
Videl smiled at him. “Gohan, you've been so happy since he came back. I... I love to see it.” Her eyes sparkled at him in adoration.
Gohan looked shyly away. “Yeah, it has been really great. I mean, sometimes my Mom gets all over him, but I think she just doesn't know how to handle having him back again. But I love seeing him with Goten. It's kind of weird. Dad's his Dad too, but it's almost as if Dad's Goten's older brother and I'm the Dad.” Gohan laughed nervously. Videl sensed the vulnerability in what Gohan had just said, even though he laughed it off, trying to sound positive. She reached out and massaged his arm in concern.
“It will get better, Gohan. It's just a period of adjustment. Goku is just very playful by nature so that's what he can give to Goten right now. You've been both father and big brother to Goten for so long; it will take getting used to.”
Gohan nodded.
Videl leaned in to look up at him, a smile lighting her pretty face. “You know, you're just like him, don't you? I mean, you're serious and perhaps a bit more of an adult,” she laughed, “but, at heart, you and he are the same.” She pointed at his heart, circling her finger over it.
He blushed, looking pleased. “I've always wanted to be like my Dad.” Gohan smiled at her.
Videl suddenly looked nervous, looking into his eyes. “Gohan? Umm, what were you going to do this afternoon?”
He shrugged. “I don't know. I figured we could do something, maybe a movie or go to the park and work on some moves.”
Videl blushed at the innocent use of the words. If they had been said by anyone else they would have been used as a double entendre.
“Gohan?”
Gohan didn't know why, but as he met her eyes, the intensity in them made him blush. “Yes?”
“Do... do you want to come over to my house? My... my Dad will be out and well, I was kind of thinking...” Videl shrugged. But then a look of determination flitted across her brows and she decided to plow through, “I think I want to, well, can we try to, you know, while we have the afternoon off, and all.”
Gohan felt his face go hot. He stammered, “Videl. Are you sure? I mean, we were going to wait and...”
“I know. But I don't want to any more. Wait, that is.” She paused. “We went through so much and I almost lost you. Sometimes, well, ever since you asked me to marry you, I've thought, why wait? We love each other and well, I'd rather have this with you, than risk it never happening, if something bad should ever happen again.” Her eyes sparkled with a hint of tears, letting him see just how much it hurt her when he had been hurt and thought dead.
Gohan scratched his head nervously, “You sure?”
“Yeah. If, you want to, that is?” She asked, a hint of doubt and worry in her voice.
“Of course I do!” Gohan answered, perhaps a little too quickly. Gohan had trouble meeting Videl's eyes.
“Ok, then. Shall we go?”
Gohan nodded, his face heating up again
* * *
Gohan continued to thrust, watching almost in envy and fascination as Videl clung to him, her orgasm still going after four minutes. Her nails dug into his arms and she looked up at him dreamily. Gohan tried to focus on the pleasurable sensations, but he was so distracted, feeling her moisture and heat around him, making him feel like he was drowning in her.
It was strange.
Videl seemed to settle down, soft whimpers escaping her lips as she looked up at him. Gohan closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the feelings again.
After about ten more minutes, he felt Videl move under him as if she were uncomfortable. He opened his eyes, “Are you ok?”
She nodded, moving her legs and tightening them around Gohan, making it harder for him to thrust in and out of her. Gohan lost his rhythm and stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
“Gohan, I'm getting kind of tired. I need to rest my legs.”
“Oh.” He nodded, looking embarrassed as he climbed off of Videl, settling besides her shyly. Gohan glanced at her body and looked away, blushing.
Videl ran her hand up Gohan's torso, drinking him in. “Gohan, is everything ok?”
He nodded, knowing what she was getting at. When Gohan couldn't avoid Videl's eyes any longer he said, “I'm just a little nervous.”
“It's not me is it?” She looked worried.
“No! Videl, no it's not you. I'm just nervous, Ok. I've never done this before.”
“Neither have I, but...”
“Videl, please, give me another chance.”
“Of course I will.” She hugged him, trailing her fingers up his warm torso. “I love you so much, Gohan.”
Gohan, for some reason, felt tears gather in his eyes. “I love you too, Videl.”
* * *
Videl and Gohan stood outside her home, saying goodbye. He still seemed a bit embarrassed and troubled and she hugged him impulsively.
“Hey, umm, let's go out later, ok?”
Gohan brightened. “Ok! Sounds good. What did you want to do?”
“Well, we haven't, you know, in a while.” She said with a devilish grin.
His grin broadened. “Yeah, that would be great! Saiya-Girl!”
“Yeah, it would be, Saiyaman!” She hugged Gohan again, dimples lighting her happy face.
“Ok. I just have to go home, get some homework done and have dinner.” Videl smirked at Gohan's strict house rules. “But after I just put on my stylish duds and have dinner I'll meet you back here.” He put on his Saiyaman voice. “Fighting for justice! And the safety of mankind!!” Videl giggled and hugged him.
“Ok, see you later then.” Videl gave Gohan a sweet kiss, a kiss that said she was very happy with the way they had spent their afternoon together, even if it hadn't turned out to be perfect.
As Gohan flew away, he yelled, “Videl, I love you!”
* * *
Gohan got home and raced upstairs. He wanted to put on his gear so that as soon as dinner was done he could dash out the door. Gohan was just attaching his cape to his Saiyaman gear when he noticed his face reflected in his full-length mirror. His face was tight with worry.
He tried to ignore it, and ignore the fact that for a young man that just lost his virginity, Gohan wanted little to linger over the details of the encounter in his mind. Still, Gohan looked forward to meeting his fiancé for an evening of crime fighting.
Gohan looked back in the mirror, and was relieved to see his own facial features relaxed once more, the promise of the evening making him happy. He smiled at himself goofily and did a few poses, Saiyaman Style.
“Protector of the weak! Hero to all people everywhere!!” Gohan laughed at himself and yelled, “I am the pinnacle of style!” He cracked up and then thought he heard something. Gohan listened for a bit then ran to his bedroom window.
“It's Krillen!” Gohan watched as his old friend stood in the backyard, speaking to his father. He hadn't seen Krillen for at least a month and without hesitation ran downstairs to make an entrance and surprise the older warrior.
Gohan snuck up the side of the house, listening to his father and Krillen talk. He took a careful peek around the corner and saw his father's back to him. In fact, his father had his back to Krillen as well. Gohan thought he would wait until his father turned around to catch his eye, then he would sneak up on his old friend and gather him from behind in a big bear hug. Gohan smirked in anticipation.
“Really Goku? Are you sure about this?”
Goku's voice sounded resigned, and sad. “Yeah Krillen. I've thought about it for awhile now.”
“Man, Goku. They're... they're not going to take it well.”
Gohan heard what they were saying and the first traces of fear crept up his spine. He pulled back, afraid now for his father to see him.
“I know.”
“But, you're still going to go through with it?”
“Krillen, I can't stay here any more.”
Gohan felt his heart catch in his throat.
“I've tried. I really have this time. I used to think that it was maybe outside circumstances, but now, I know. It's me. Maybe it's a Saiyan thing. I... I'm going crazy Krillen. I can't just sit here, day after day. It's funny. The thing is, I think Vegeta can do it - stay, that is. He's happy. In his heart he is. He and Bulma... well, it's just not the same here. I love them all Krillen. But... Gohan, he's a man now. And he's more of a father to Goten than I'll ever be. I'm only getting in the way.”
“No you're not!” Krillen sounded angry, perhaps he was even crying, but Gohan couldn't tell, no longer looking, just listening.
Goku turned to face Krillen.
“Krillen, you're my best friend. Promise to look after them for me. Because I have to do this. I already spoke with King Kai, and he thinks I can do some good on some of the other planets.”
“But, you just got your life back - how can you choose to spend it in other world, with your family here, Goku! And Gohan, he waited so long for you to come back. ChiChi too. How? How can you do that to them?”
“Gohan is strong. He'll be strong for his mother too. He's my son. Of all the things I've done, I'm most proud of him. And in his hands, the earth will be safe. It may sound selfish Krillen, and maybe it is, but, I want to do this. I'm no use here anymore. You know it.”
Krillen looked down. “Goku, I hope you know what you're doing.”
“I am. Gohan can take over. I've put everything I had into him while I could. That year in the hyperbolic time chamber, I gave him everything I had to give him. He's ready. He's been ready. I'm so proud of him. Krillen, he's my son. He's just like me. He will watch over the earth, and protect it. Don't worry. He will be sad, but in his heart, his Saiyan half, will understand.”
Gohan couldn't listen anymore, his own reaction threatening to reveal him to them. He ran back into the house, tears blinding him. Once inside again, he gasped, trying to catch his breath, feeling as if he had been gutted.