Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiya-jin Dreams Arc: Only You ❯ Chapter 1

Only You

Pairing: Mirai Trunks/Gohan (not mirai)

 

Warning: NC-17 Rated. Yaoi (duh), Lemon, Humor, One-Shot. Freakishly awesome timing on Mirai Trunks' part. Gohan's POV. And yes, there really is a vibrator called a Tulip. It's got an oval `head' mounted on a slender shaft. Like a tulip-flower that's not opened yet. Gohan's is light blue, thus the name, the Blue Tulip. Funny thing is, Trunks is the one that named it…

 

 

I am awakened by a scream—my father's scream. For an instant, I panic. I can smell his musk, even down the hallway and through two closed doors.

 

Ah… He's been dreaming about Vejita again.

 

I relax.

 

I roll over and try to go back to sleep, but even though he is my father, musk is musk, and it affects me. Sleep is next to impossible at this point.

 

I roll over again and sigh, all thoughts now turned to you. You're the whole reason I am, at 25, again living in my father's house.

 

You were here visiting when mom had a heart attack and died a couple of years ago. I guess all the years of anger and stress finally caught up with her. I wonder why you brought us news of Dad's death, and interfered, but not hers. But then, in your future, her death was unimportant. We couldn't bring her back. She died naturally, and we were all shaken, Goten most of all, I think.

 

But you… you were there for me. You…comforted… me, and I realized after that I couldn't live with Videl anymore.

 

Videl… Devil… it's a wonder I didn't see the resemblance before. So much for being Mr. Smart Guy. The divorce was long and messy, and I'm glad you weren't here to see it. I'm sure you would have fried her ass. Pan did decide to live with her mother, but we have joint custody. At least Videl was smart enough to realize that nothing, not even herself, could keep that girl away from me.

 

And so here I am

 

I sense my father leaving the house, and I know where he's headed. Good luck, Dad.

 

And suddenly, you're there at the window. I swear, you have the strangest timing. Awesome, but strange. You're always here exactly when I need you.

 

I rush to open the window, oblivious of my nudity, and half-drag you through it by the lips, my hands immediately tangling in long, soft, purple hair as the band holding it out of your face is hastily pulled out and dropped, forgotten. Gods, I've missed you.

 

I feel your arms wrap around my waist and crush me to you as you return the kiss, drowning me in your desire as you feel my hardness press against you. When you finally break away, I am breathless, melted and pliant in your arms, excepting the insistent press of my erection.

 

You pull back and smirk at me as one hand lazily moves down to cup and squeeze my ass. So confidant. So sexy. So much like your father.

 

I have always admired Vejita, but I could never fuck Vejita. He'd probably laugh and throw ki blasts at me for even suggesting it. But you have all of his best qualities and none of his worst. You I can fuck.

 

“You're horny.”

 

Surprise adds a pleasant lilt to your soft, purring voice, a lilt that slides over my body like soft fur, making me shiver with pleasure.

 

“I like that…”

 

Your voice has become deep and husky with desire, adding to my need, and I smell you beginning to musk. I pull you into a deep, bruising kiss, thrusting my tongue past your lips to ravage your mouth. Your response is immediate. Rarely am I horny enough to even play at being dominant.

 

Our bare chests rub together and I pull at your clothing, not caring whether I am taking it off or tearing it off. A part of my mind registers that you dressed for me, in the clothing I like you best in. Shirtless, with your loose jean jacket left unbuttoned to show off your sculpted chest and abs to their best advantage. At your waist, a knotted belt holds up a pair of gi pants, loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough to cling to that ass I so love.

 

But you are not dressed long.

 

Your jacket is pushed and pulled and ripped away, hands finally pulled free of its sleeves before it falls to the floor. The cloth belt is simply torn off, the loose pants immediately falling to pool around your feet. Boots are hastily toed off and you step free of the pile of clothing to stumble with me as I clumsily lead you toward the bed, tongues still twined.

 

We fall heavily onto the mattress, my tail twined around your waist to keep you where you are as I roll over on top of you. I break the kiss, pulling away to gaze into cerulean eyes now murky with lust.

 

“Wow… I really like you horny,” you rasp, and I grin savagely, smelling my musk rising. I twine my dark brown tail around your lavender one and stroke it fully, pulling an exquisite moan from your delectable throat.

 

“Gohaaaan…”

 

Gods, I love the sound of my name on your lips. Looking down, I admire you. My Trunks, with the body of a sex god, long hair splayed over the pillows, eyes clouded with lust, the blush that colors your cheeks and nose, your mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. I rain kisses over muscled shoulders, pecs with pert, pink nipples that make you gasp when they are nipped by sharp teeth. I trace fingertips down chiseled abs and the vee of hipbones that create the perfect frame for your swollen, dripping cock, the spheres beneath held snugly in their sac between strong thighs.

 

I attack your chest and nipples, continuing to taunt and tease them, running fingertips over your ribs as your hands fist in my hair and your moans echo off the walls. Slowly I trace my tongue downward, over ridges of muscle and the dips between, biting softly at the point of hip, licking and nibbling my way down the juncture of hip and thigh, carefully avoiding the throbbing cock I want so much.

 

Slowly, carefully, finally, I slide my tongue over the base of your shaft before moving upwards, working slowly and fully from root over head to tip to taste the bittersweet liquid there. Your moan sends chills down my spine, being so full of pleasure and almost-fulfillment. But a single lick is all you get.

 

When you open your eyes to see why I stopped, you find my cock almost pressed to your lips.

 

“Suck me…” I whisper, my own voice colored by lust.

 

Your look is so surprised and outraged that I would dare to leave you hanging like that that I make the mistake of laughing. I couldn't help myself. You're just too cute and funny.

 

“Suck you? I'll suck you…” Your voice holds a threat that thrills me and scares me at the same time. I find myself suddenly pressed into the mattress, your blue eyes pinning me in place and twinkling with revenge. “I just hope for your sake you don't wake up your brother with your screaming, cause if you do, I may just let him watch me fuck you senseless.”

 

My eyes widen in mortification at the thought. Luckily for me, Goten is over at his Trunks' house tonight, and the house is empty. Not that he'd wake up no matter how much noise I make. That boy can sleep through anything. Thank the Gods.

 

My cock is swallowed whole, and I do scream.

 

I buck and writhe under him, overwhelmed with pleasure as he deep-throats me. He pulls away to suckle the head and I lay gasping under him, trying desperately to catch my breath. I have recovered slightly, moaning at the attention being lavished on my head when I feel something cold and slick pressed against me before it starts to vibrate.

 

I hiss and arch back into the pillows. Oh, Gods… he's got the Blue Tulip… My hips start thrusting against it of their own accord as he continues to tease my head. He slowly works the vibrator into me and my body is now trembling all over, his name my mantra.

 

“TrunksTrunksTrunksTrunks… Oh GODS!”

 

He brushes my prostate, but pulls the vibration away before I can orgasm. He continues to tease me, our tails twining together, sending ripples of ecstasy as he sucks my cock and fucks me with the vibrator, occasionally brushing that spot. He does it on purpose, the fucker. He knows exactly where it is, and only hits it when he wants to, driving me higher and higher, taking me to the brink and leaving me there, never giving enough to push me over.

 

“Trunks, please! Do it now, please! Fuck me, I want it!” I am sobbing with need.

 

The vibrator is hastily pulled out and turned off before being cast aside. My knees are lifted and locked over elbows, his hands grasping my thighs as he slams into me, filling me, wholly, completely. Gods, how you love to hear me beg for it. I scream my pleasure and my hands grip his forearms as he rides me rough and hard, slamming into me again and again and again. And every time, he hits that spot, and I am screaming continuously, loving the way his cock feels in me and what he can do to me.

 

His tail works its way free of my own to snake around my cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts. The added sensation and the feel of fur send me into oblivion, screaming his name as I arch off the bed. I feel him thrust deeply one last time, screaming his own completion before collapsing against me.

 

I don't know how long we lay there. Minutes, hours, who cares? My mind slowly emerged from the ecstasy of orgasm and I snuggled with my lover. My all too infrequent lover.

 

“Trunks?”

 

“Hmmmm?” You're so cute when you're all sleepy and worn out from god-like sex session.

 

“Stay with me?” Even though you are usually gone when I wake up in the morning, leaving me only with memories of the night and the smell of you on my sheets, you know I don't mean just tonight..

 

One cerulean eye slits open to pierce me with its gaze.

 

“Please. You belong here. I-” Dare I say it? “I need you.”

 

Two blue eyes now peer seriously down at me, as though scrutinizing my soul before your expression softens and you lift a hand to stroke my cheek. A soft smile. A sweet, tender kiss.

 

“Okay.”

 

I reach up and hug you tightly to me, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. You return the embrace, stroking my short, spiky hair.

 

“I love you, Gohan.”

 

“I love you, too, Trunks.”

 

~owari~