| Warnings: This part actually needs one! LEMON! Yaoi! Guys screwing each other's brains out, whee! Pairing: Trunks/Gohan.. alright, I (temporarily) bow to the demands of the populace.. for this part it's really Gohan/Trunks. Happy? Disclaimers: They aren't mine, components of their universe ARE, and I think they'd be a lot happier if they lived MY way. Comments appreciated, please post or e-mail me at slaughtk@onid.orst.edu IMPORTANT NOTE: Please, please, PLEASE do not send me e-mail at my old address (the mcklease one). That can only be accessed from a single computer, and that happens to be at home. So I WON'T GET IT if you send mail there. That, or my mother will have to forward it to me. You don't want that, do you? Oh, and if anyone knows how I can get egroups to switch it so it shows my current address, I'll be forever grateful (or at least for the next few weeks..) Congratulations, NO tildes this time! Feeding the Flames Part 18 By: Juuchan Gohan was frozen in shock for several moments while his mind struggled to process Trunks' words, and his hormones rejoiced at the touch of his body. He'd been trying so hard to ignore all `inappropriate' impulses toward his student, in his own opinion he had succeeded admirably, and.. Trunks had been.. interested in him the ENTIRE TIME? From -before- he had gone into Heat? And.. he said he loved him.. Though his mind was exceedingly busy, frantic trains of thought dashing and colliding in his skull, Gohan's body had responded automatically to Trunks' advance. While their lips had parted, Trunks was pressed closely to him, head resting against his chest, and Gohan's arms were wrapped securely about his slim waist. Trunks waited patiently for Gohan to return to himself. "How long?" He had finally broken out of his surprise enough to ask the questions which were railing at him for escape. Trunks sighed and shifted against him to a slightly more comfortable position, enjoying the feel of Gohan's arms around him. "As I said, years." "Why.. did you never say anything?" He snorted. "Why -should- I have said anything? You never gave me any hints that you were, or even -could- be, interested, before. Of course.." he grinned against the material ofGohan's shirt, ".. over the past few weeks I've been able to gather that you are, at the very least, attracted to me." His tone grew more serious. "And I sincerely hope that you hold greater feelings than that.." "I.." Gohan paused, searching for words, an explanation of some sort for the feelings he's been trying to stifle and ignore which were suddenly flooding him, but found none. "Trunks.." He slipped one hand from his waist to his chin and tilted his head so he could look into his eyes, trying to simply -project- the multitude of emotions that were almost overwhelming him. Trunks ducked his head again, somehow growing more timid now that the time of actual confrontation had come. "And.. even, disregarding any of the feelings on either of our parts, I.. would like the children to grow with two parents. Not simply two people -around-, raising them, but parents, working together.." He trailed off, still stubbornly avoiding Gohan's gaze. Gohan had a flash of insight. "Unlike you? You want them to have both parents, because you didn't?" He squirmed uncomfortably. "To an extent." "Trunks.." Gohan sighed, then pulled him closer, arms wrapped around him and nuzzling into his fine lavender hair. Trunks stiffened for a moment then relaxed against him, the tension easing out of his frame as Gohan began purring comfortingly, reassured that their relationship would not move backwards, at the very least. Taking a moment to simply -look- at the lovely creature curled up in his embrace, Gohan finally made the decision to stop fighting himself. While still holding Trunks closely against him, one of Gohan's hands reached up to tangle in his hair. Shifting his head into a convenient position, he took a moment to simply gaze into his eyes, then kissed him. Beginning slowly, it build up to great heat, surprising Gohan not so much with the sheer intensity but that it was equally represented on both sides. Breaking the kiss, Gohan nuzzled at Trunks' neck, noting the uncontrolled shiver as his lips brushed over the point where he'd bitten him during the Heat. He discovered that nipping at it gently produced a stifled groan. Pulling away, he grinned in amusement at the near-snarl and glare that Trunks bestowed on him, then tried to placate the annoyed Saiya-jin. "I think that perhaps it would be best for us to move inside." When Trunks didn't so much as shift positions Gohan grinned, then simply picked him us as he rose, and carried his startled burden into the house, up the stairs, and to his room, placing him gently on his bed. He paused again, his human upbringing and sense of propriety trying to gain the upper hand as the tried to reconcile his current actins with his past assertions that he would stay away from Trunks. He decided that Trunks' confession had made all the difference, finally nothing how anxious he looked while Gohan had again gone wandering through his own thoughts. He brushed a hand against Trunks' cheek to reassure him, then took a deep breath. "Are you sure?" Trunks reached out, one hand resting against Gohan's cheek, tangling the fingers of the other with Gohan's, face perfectly serious. "Yes," he said simply, and pulled him forward. Their combined frustration from the past weeks catching up with them, the kisses were full of lust and heat. While on one side, their hands were joined together, and Gohan made use of the leverage to press Trunks down against the mattress, Trunks' free hand was tangled in his short black spikes, holding his mouth conveniently close for kissing, and Gohan's free hand drifted down to Trunks' hips to pull them closer together, moaning in unison as they ground against each other. Momentarily distracted from Trunks' mouth by something soft brushing against his hand, Gohan shifted to nibble at his neck as he glanced down. Trunks' tail was twitching wildly, and Gohan was overcome with an urge to finally touch it, now that he had the right. The first, light caress of his fingers against the fur caused Trunks to freeze, while the second, ruffling it up, made him moan and twist about in a highly arousing manner. Gohan sat back on his heels, then disentangled his other hand from Trunks' grip and urged him onto his stomach, to grant him greater access to his tail. He complied readily, whimpering and moaning at the slightest touches. After a thorough examination of the tail, looking particularly for the most sensitive point, which appeared to be the tip, Gohan decided to try a different approach. Moving quickly from tip to base, running his hand against the lay of the fur, he wrung a muffled scream out of Trunks, his body arching into the touch. He repeated the motion again, with much the same result and additional, extremely arousing, pleas and pants from Trunks as his young lover looked back at him with begging eyes. Acceding to his wishes, Gohan helped Trunks shift onto his back, then quickly worked to remove his jeans, startled as he discovered bare flesh beneath and not more cloth. He would definitely remember to ask Trunks later if this were a regular habit, but at the moment was far too preoccupied with the touch (and sight) of silky, tanned skin beneath his hands. He made another mental note about the lack of tan lines. Trunks pushed himself up and reached for Gohan's shirt, impatient to get his love as exposed as himself. Gohan aided him in his endeavor, shifting his limbs about when necessary to remove his clothes. Then Trunks temporarily took the upper hand, using his hands and tail to tease and taunt Gohan as he had been, earlier. He groaned, leaning back against the pillows as Trunks' mouth suckled on his ear, his hands stroked over his chest, paying special attention to the nipples, and his tail laid teasing, ticklish touches along his thighs. Suddenly, Gohan's ear was abandoned, though Trunks' various limbs never paused in their efforts, and he raised his head just in time to see Trunks' tongue trail a line along his cock. He groaned, one hand fisting in the blankets, while the other reached down to stroke Trunks' hair. As he worked along his length, taking his time at the tip partly for the reactions it garnered and partly to finally taste him, his hands drifted down to Gohan's hips, and his tail moved around to twitch behind him. When Trunks' ministrations paused Gohan whimpered, glancing down to inquire about it. Trunks grinned up wickedly at him before engulfing him, then pulling some kind of trick with his throat and swallowing him entirely. Gohan shouted at the sensation, bucking reflexively against the hands that restrained his hips, and suddenly becoming -very- grateful for the amazing Saiya-jin lung capacity. Difficult as it was, Gohan managed to rouse himself from the mindless pleasure long enough to realize that, although he would certainly not mind joining with Trunks in this manner in the future, he had something else in mind right then, and if he allowed Trunks to continue he doubted he would be able to. It took a great act of will, but Gohan pulled himself together long enough to tug at Trunks' hair and pull him off, explaining himself at the puzzled look he was given. "Trunks.. I.. may I?" Trunks, gather what Gohan meant, smiled and kissed him enthusiastically. "Of course.." he purred, pulling Gohan against him. Lust-driven as he was, Gohan realized that a vital component was missing. While Trunks had been.. slick enough, during Heat, it was almost positively a reaction triggered by it, so they would need something now. Trunks, whose keen knowledge of Gohan and his thought processes occasionally made him seem psychic, noted the pause. "Left-hand side, second drawer from the top. There should be some massage oil." Kissing him deeply in thanks, Gohan retrieved the container, and despite his eagerness managed to open it without spilling the contents. Dipping his fingers in the slippery stuff, he leaned forward to distract trunks by teasing the mark on his neck as he prepared him. It was hardly necessary, as Trunks accepted the questing touch of his fingers enthusiastically, moaning, whimpering, and purring as Gohan stretched him. Deeming Trunks finally ready, Gohan caressed him a final time, then removed his fingers and shivered as he applied the oil to himself. Trunks whimpered with need as he slid into position, hardness pressed temptingly against his entrance, but one of Gohan's hands gripped his hip and kept him from making the first move. Gohan stared into his gleaming face, twisted into an expression of arousal, need, and impatience, asking and receiving permission for the final time. He entered Trunks with a slow, steady push, actually pulling Trunks closer to him over the bed. He barely managed to maintain the pace as Trunks' muscles contracted around him, and he leaned forward to kiss him hungrily in part so as not to see the so-tempting ways he kept writhing and twitching. Falling into a faster rhythm, he couldn't help but groan and growl at the pleasure shooting through him, showering Trunks' face and neck with kisses, licks, and nips, listening to his replies of moans, groans, and some fascinating purrs. Gohan pulled Trunks' hips up so they rested on his thighs, the new angle causing his younger lover to throw back his head and simply pant, other noises escaping as they willed. Melding his mouth with Trunks', Gohan's hands shifted so that he was holding Trunks' hips up and began thrusting fast and deep, the pitch of their moans indicating imminent completion. Gohan managed to stroke Trunks' tail once, just enough to push him over the edge, and he came with a scream, muscles tightening on Gohan and bringing on his own orgasm. They collapsed against each other, kissing more sedately now, and drifted off to sleep, wrapped around each other. |