| Feeding the Flames Part 17 By: Juuchan Trunks settled down carefully in the `yard' behind Capsule Corp. While it wasn't currently cultivated, it had been at one point, and still bore vestiges of that time, mostly in the bold demarcation between the lawn and the shrubbery. It was nicely lush at this time of year, the climate providing it with plenty of rain naturally, and quite sunny enough to lounge in. Trunks figured he'd need a little nap before this final confrontation with Gohan, the last stage and the one he –needed- to win. Even if he –couldn't- sleep, he could prepare himself, marshal his arguments and such. He was still trying to ready himself, nervousness finally getting the best of him, when he nodded off, sprawled out in the grass and sun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As he touched down lightly, returning from his daily chores, Gohan was treated to a lovely sight. Trunks was stretched out on his back in the grass, topless as was his current habit, fast asleep. He paused for a moment to admire how gorgeous he looked. Gohan's hormones began to take a definite interest in the situation, and he tried to quiet them as he knelt next to Trunks, one hand against the warm skin of his belly. Positioning himself carefully, he strove to clear his mind of all thoughts and feelings, except for the warmth of the sun, the soothing touch of a light breeze, and the overall happy feeling his surroundings were pouring into him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rising from his near-trance, Gohan stretched, eyes widening in surprise as he realized just –how- long he'd spent outside. It was now late afternoon, and he really should move inside to prepare dinner. He could leave Trunks for a bit longer, though. It would remain warm for some time yet, and he was loathe to disturb someone who looked that comfortable. Even if he was sorely tempted to make it a communal nap and stay. Despite his caution, Gohan managed to wake Trunks some what as he rose, though he wasn't too certain of just how conscious he really was. "Don' leave.." One of Trunks' hands captured his wrist and tugged him forward, his attention trapped by the sleepy blue eyes gazing up at him. He tugged again to make sure he got his point across. "Stay." Gohan sighed, the urge to obey Trunks' commands strengthening by the second. "You can stay. I have to go inside, make dinner. Aren't you hungry?" An underhanded tactic, trying to get your way with a Saiya-jin through food. Trunks, however, wasn't about to give in, scowling in a sleepy, disarming manner up at Gohan. "Stay with me. `Sides, you're comfy." That said, he snuggled up against the startled Gohan, stretching out next to him. "Trunks.." Gohan was very definitely losing this battle. Trunks was curled up against him so nicely, he didn't want to upset him, and he couldn't see much harm in taking a little nap. "Fine." He gave in. Trunks sighed happily, snuggled closer, and that lovely warmth was the last thing Gohan was aware of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gohan was purring. Fingers were stroking through his hair and it felt wonderful. Coming back to himself, he realized that Trunks was stroking his hair, as well as purring himself, and their positions had shifted dramatically. He was now curled around Trunks, head resting on his chest, arms about his waist, and their legs tangled up together. One of Trunks' hands was resting at the nape of his neck, while the other ran back and forth through his hair. Trying to rise, Trunks' hands stopped him. "Wanted to talk to you," he murmured quietly. Gohan relaxed, then thought about it for a moment. "Is it.. about the children again?" Trunks chuckled. "Not really. Started a long time before them.." Taking pity on Gohan, who was trying to think of what Trunks could mean through the hints he'd given, he began to speak. "You still can't believe that I've forgiven you, can you? If you did, you wouldn't be so cautious around me, as if I'm going to explode out of the blue. Take me -seriously- this time." He raised Gohan's head so he could look him in the eye. "I. Don't. Mind. I -forgive- you! Gohan, you can stop worrying about it!" Gohan sat up, looking carefully into Trunks' eyes, studying them. He saw… frustration, a touch of sadness (because he hadn't really listened to him?), and on top of the rest, overpowering honesty. Trunks truly, honestly, -meant- what he said. It was enough for Gohan to finally give voice to the question which had been brewing in the back of his mind, and represented all of the insecurities he was facing. "How?" Trunks smiled gently at him, pleased somehow by his reaction, and reached forward to tangle his hand in his hair again. "Because.. I don't. Because I never would. Because I've been dreaming about you for years." He leaned forward, eyes locked with Gohan's, lips nearly touching. "Because I love you." He closed the distance and kissed him. |