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And I, You...	By : Sadako Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: *waves enthusiastically at readers* Ok peoples! I actually wrote and posted this finally. God, it took me long enough… This is my first attempt at a yaoi lemon, and, in all actuality, I’m really quite proud of it. *grins* This has also been re-done and re-posted about 5 times now… -_-U… I read it over and winced frequently at my grammatical errors, so I fixed them as best I could… *sheepish smile* That’s it. I am not posting anything until I’ve read it eight million times. Oddly enough, I struggled with this one (as some of you who have read the earlier versions will tell) But my muse came back! After I had already finished and posted! Oh yeah, and as there was some confusion abtimetimelines. This fic takes place in the ‘present’ timeline. I put Trunks at around 16 here, and Gohan at about 27-28. Yes, I know Gohan’s married to Videl at that age. I DO NOT CARE. And I will apologize in advance for the shameless sap. Okay, shutting up now…

DISCLAIMER: I so don't own Dragon Ball Z (even though I asked for it for Christmas). Don't own Don't sue. You know the drill.

FEEDBACK: Yes! I *need* it! Suggestions are more then welcome, and feel free to flame; I need a good laugh. sadako_the_wacko@hotmail.com

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Yaoi, lemon, slightly shota, fluffier than an angora bunny. You know you love it.

DEDICATION: To Mitsuaki and Yokio, both of whom know why.

AND I YOU…

There he is.

The object of my affection.

Standing on top of a hill, the sweet summer breeze tossing his thick hair, the golden rays of sunlight shining off of it, turning it from it’s normal lavender to a strawberry blonde. Rays of pure light accent his handsome and rugged, yet sincere and compassionate face, while that lock of hair that never stays tucked behind his ear plays across his bronzed cheek. He is turned to the rose colored sunset; admiring its proud beauty as it pours across the honey painted sky, flowing with the serene grace of quicksilver.

The wheat field we are standing in should be perfect. The grass was warm from the sun shining on it all day, and the strands of wheat are soft and golden, unlike the grass in the northern parts. Yes, this will be the perfect place.

I am going to claim him; I am going to make him mine tonight in so many more wthanthan one. It is my instinct to possess, but my human side yearns for the emotional depth only he can take me to. After tonight is over he will never walk alone again, as I will be with him always ---as a friend, as a mentor and as a lover. I crave to be his bonded mate ---something I have never done with anyone else before.

I am going to make him see how much I love him, how our hearts, bodies and souls were meant to be together. Forever. As I have longed for, ever since the day we first kissed.

I touch my lips, as if to recreate the feeling of his mouth gently being pushed onto mine. It is as if I can still taste him there. I still remember the full, velvety lips gracing mine, tasting of chocolate. In fact I will never forget. Ever. And I am never going to forget this night either.

He is still staring at the sun, drinking in the beauty of it. He hasn’t sensed me yet, as I lowered my ki almost to non-existence before coming here. <

He is turning around. How can he sense me? He faces me, and my breath is taken away once again as the flame in his sky blue eyes flares up in excitement. My breath quickens as I realize I am the one that ignited that fire.

Me.

He gives me yet another cherished gift; one of his roguish, yet sincere smiles and I can feel my legs slowly making their way towards him on their own.

He is waiting for me, like a handsome prince in a fairytale, the sun’s rays creating a crown of golden light, his posture revealing he truly is royalty.

I pick up my pace, starting a slow trot towards the young warrior. His eyes calling me to him. The grass is brushing against my bare legs, tickling them as I walk at a brisk pace. I feel like running to my love, making a dash to him, and I am dimly aware of myself picking up speed.

/Patience,/ I tell myself. /Patience/.

But how can I exhibit patience, when this eternal god waits for me?

I don’t want to push him in to doing something he doesn’t have to do; he is still young… but not too young.

I know both of our parents would disapprove, to put it moderately. But I can’t help but be attracted to him, the fierce boy that tries so hard to please his father. The boy… no, man from the future, who came back in time to help my father and my friends. I looked up to him then, as he was stronger ander ter then me in that time. But not now. Now, I am older. Now he looks up to me.

It’s funny, I have been fighting almost my whole life, and I have defeated the most powerful, darkest-hearted creatures in the universe, but it takes one young boy to bring me to my knees. He is my only weakness. Yet, he is also my strength. He gives me a reason to fight back, to keep going, and to live.

No one has ever affected me this way before. No one. Which brings me to ask myself if anyone ever will again. This may be the only person I will ever feel a connection to, so I have to make him mine.

Ten feet and closing. I am almost there. The smile is still on his face; a genuine smile, not like the usual smirk his father always bears. Aaah, yet another thing I love about him, that glorious smile. I swear it could charm baby birds out of their nest.

I am standing in front of him, watching as the wind blows about his soft hair. Looking down into those deep blyes,yes, the eyes that I could spend hours getting lost in.

I slip my arms around his trim waist, admiring his body at the same time. He is well built, with wide shoulders already decked with muscles, despite his age. He’s just the perfect height for me, yet more proof that we belong together.

I bring my left arm around him more, as I feel his hands being gently placed around my neck. I hold him closer, I never want to let go. My right hand brushes against something cold and I realize the ‘something’ is his sword, strapped to his back, as usual.

I loosen my grip on him enough so I can stare back into his eyes. "You are so beautiful," I murmur, as I bring up my hand to trace swirls on his golden-skinned cheek.

"Gohan…" he trails off, in that soft voice. I love it when he says my name, I really do. He says it with such compassion and sincerity; its enough to make me fall to my knees, to make me want to cry out to every deity in thanks.

I lean forward and down slightly, still staring into those sky-blue pools, as I gently push my lips onto his. He tastes sweet, as usual, and his lips are firm, yet silky- soft under my own rough ones. I pull away slightly, breaking the kiss, my eyes asking for permission to continue.

After an encouraging nod and a soft smile I claim his mouth once more with a deep kiss, probing, caressing his velvet tongue. He makes a soft sound of protest, of his want to innate, but the noise quickly deepens into a moan as my hand slips underneath the waistband of his black pants, touching him, fingers probing for the treasure between his legs. He spreads his thighs a bit further apart to allow me easier access, and I let out a soft laugh.

"You protest what your body already wants," I sigh, lightly pinching the tip of his moderately hard penis. I watch his face, his eyes now closed, as the expression on it is pure ecstasy. I push him down gently, catching him behind the knees with my arm, letting him down as gently as possible, feeling as if I would break him. He lays face up in the tall grass, and my hands slide his pants off his narrow hips, and he lets out a strangled cry as my tongue touches him there, sliding along the hardened shaft before plunging him halfway in my mouth.

He is like silk and satin, and feels like hot, rich butter on my tongue. I motion for him to take his shirt off, and he complies, tugging the light cotton over his head, only to toss it over by his pre-discarded clothing.

I stop and gape at his now fully exposed body, memorizing every sharp, masculine curve, as if I would never see him again. He looks down at me with a confused expression, snapping me out of my trance. I realize I still have him in my mouth and he is getting impatient. Gently I start up a slow, deep, sucking motion, meant to bring him to full erection gently.

His soft wines and pants are the most beautiful music I have ever heard, a soft melody I am sure will echo through out my mind and into my next life. I press his hips down, in order to stop him from choking me, while he entwines and runs his fingers in my hair. He does not pull, and for that I am thankful, but the feel of those digits on my scalp makes me lean into the touch, wanting him to continue.

I keep sucking at the same pace, and can feel his frustration through his grip in my hair. He lets out a soft plead for more, but I do not heed it. Teasing the weeping head with my tongue, I cup his testicles gently, taking care not to squeeze too hard.

Taking a glance up to his face, I feel my breath catch.

By Kami, I have never seen anyone look so beautiful in my whole life. He has always been handsome, I know. But to see him like this… Head thrown back, eyes closed, olive skin flushed, and his expression one of delirious pleasure; leaves me stunned. He softly chants my name in quiet moans, heightening my desire even more.

His sac suddenly drawing up against his body, and thigh muscled bunching draws me out of my worship. Gently, I start to suck harder, knowing he is near… and I am right. With a sharp noise somewhere between a moan and a yelp, he comes, semen flooding my mouth. Greedily, I swallow as much as I can, the bitter taste made sweet by the fact that it is him, and I lap lovingly at the softening organ.

I once again look upon him, tempted by my last glance. Scooting up and resting my chin against his pelvis, I find myself once again gazing in awe. His soft hair is splayed out on the golden grass, looking so much like a halo, as he pants erratically, still coming down from his peak.

Sensing that he is being watched, he opens those stunning eyes and looks down. Neither of us says anything, but all is communicated anyway.

Lazily, I open my mouth, and stroke my tongue along the skin under his navel languidly, loving the sweaty, salty taste. Slowly, I kiss, lick and nip my way up his torso, skating my lips across his flat stomach, reveling in the mewing, purring noises he makes when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. Holding him by the forearms with my hands, as I lick one nipple the color of brown sugar. I realize I am shaking, trembling in worship.

A battle-callused hand reaches down to cup my jaw, and turn my face upward. Trunks’ impossibly blue eyes beg for unspoken rewards, and my lips curve at the corners.

I lean into another kiss, running my tongue along his smooth teeth. Tasting and touching, drinking him in. Sharing emotions I have never experienced with anyone else. Our need of oxygen one again separates us, but I do not move away, out noses a hair’s width apart. Soft, hot breath swirls about my lips, as we share breaths.

"Gohan… Please…" Azure eyes beg me, pleading for something, anything. "I… I want you in me, Gohan…"

I close my eyes tightly, resting my forehead against his. As much as I want him right now, I need to know if he is absolutely positive. "Trunks… are you sure?"

A soft kiss on my lips re-opens my eyes.

A soft, teasing smile graces his lips. "How could I not be?"

Kami, but that’s everything I need to hear. Sitting up quickly, my own trembling fingers fumble with my shirt, urged on by the soft pants coming from the hybrid in front of me. All but tearing my gi off, I can’t resist yet another look at the wonder beneath me.

Oh Kami! By the gods, I never want to take my eyes from him ever again.

Languidly, I plant hot, wet kisses down his chest, reveling in his scent ---one that I have always identified as decidedly him, all the while fumbling in the pocket of my now discarded pants. My fingers tremble, as I blunder with the tube, and gentle hands coax the bottle from my own, a small smirk on Trunks’ face. As I smile sheepishly at my eagerness, he manages to get the cap off with far less trouble than I was having.

Fingers seem to coat themselves in the cool, slippery gel, and before I know what’s happening, my fingers are at his most intimate place, and sliding in. I start rubbing softly, his tense muscles heeding my hand and relaxing, while drawing circles on a thigh with the other.

Slipping one more, then another finger into him, searching, probing, deeper and deeper into the tight cavity, looking for the spot that will make him scream…. And I am longing to hear that sound.

Touching deeper than anyone else has before; I reach his prostate, and gently brush my index finger over it. He bucks wildly, an all but wordless moan escaping his lips. Lips that I long to capture again, to taste his flavor again, even so soon after our last kiss.

And so I do, all the while rubbing my fingers over that special place makes him whine. The whining grows to groaning which grows to moaning which grows to a yelling. His body starts to buck wildly, almost throwing me off, and his rather loud pleas are music to my ears.

He is practically screaming in pleasure, and I realize it’s now or never. I withdraw my fingers, making him whine in disappointment.

I smear my hand in cool gel, reaching down to coat myself; white-hot streaks of lightning racing down my spine, and to my tailbone, shooting between my legs. The only thing keeping me from stroking myself continually, all the way to apex, is the thought that I’m going to take him.

My gaze slides back up to his face, and with a wonderfully wicked grin, he spreads his legs apart, amazing me with his flexibility, as he pushes his thighs open as far as he can. Lust darkens azure eyes; making them almost navy, and my mouth goes dry.

I have no idea how long I stood there, gaping at the god in this rather… uncouth… position before me. Maddening longing races through my veins, and I have to fight the instinct to thrust into him, taking all I want, sating my hunger.

"Hey." A teasing, yet husky and rough voice. "You know, if you don’t hurry up, I might be liable to start without you."

I am confused for a second, but, looking down, I realize what he’s talking about. Holding himself, he’s petting stroking lightly, pearly fluid leaking from the on on his sensitive tip. A childish grin adorns his face, and his eyes sparkle with amusement, the only thing that makes him even more beautiful.

I growl. "That’s the most damned erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life."

And I pounce.

I touch and taste him, growling and panting at separate intervals. It seems as if I cannot stop touching him, yet I long to sheath myself inside him.

Gliding a hand down his stomach, I let it fall across a hip, only to lift them up, encouraging him to take his weight onto his shoulders. Holding myself still with one hand, I press my phallus against a pink, loose pucker, as he lets out a whimper

"Shhh," I coo, "this is going to hurt a little, but if it becomes too much, you tell me and I will stop."

"What’s going to hurRRRRR! OH!" he wails as I slide deep inside him, filling him in all ways I possibly can. I barley have force my way past the tight muscular ring, rubbing against all the right places. I know Trunks isn’t going to be able to sit still for days after this. Fully seated inside him, pressing firmly against that soft, spongy spot inside him that makes him scream; something I am getting much enjoyment out of.

He is gloriously hot and tight, and it is both torture and rapture having to stay still. I watch his face for signs of discomfort, and after a few seconds pass; he meets my eyes, blue irises lacking fear, and nods.

That is all the conformation I need.

Sliding back out, I hiss at the contrast of the cooling air, and gently bury myself again. And again. And again, excruciatingly slowly. A whimper from Trunks and a hissed ‘faster’, quickens my pace.

I thrust again and again… erection burrowing… seeking that certain spot… relishing the sounds he makes when I hit it. Penis in hand, he pumps wildly, keeping astonishingly good rhythm to my pounding. Hot, wet sounds billow up into the sky, seeming to meld into the heavens, where they belong.

I wrap him in my embrace, kissing him again, almost trying to pour my soul into him, to pour all my passion into him. Every time I draw out, he gasps in disappointment, and every time I thrust back into him he moans throatily.

Twisting around, in an impossible move for anyone without Saiyan flexibility, I pull Trunks up so he is on his hands and knees, one long arm is now threaded around his hips to keep him from collapsing. He is so beautiful; face flushed all over, his nipples, erect, and the proof of the pleasure he is feeling hard between his legs. Reaching down a leisurely hand, I start to pump him in counterpoint to my thrusts, over and over again. I picked up my pace and the moaning became a duet, as I joined in. I could feel his muscles tense, him coming, and he did, screaming for me. That’s all I need, the clenching and unclenching of his muscles makes me explode, calling out his name.

And there we collapsed, as one. He was mine and I, his, smiling slightly, hearts racing, pupils dilated as we lay in that field, panting.

With a low grown, I extracted myself from him and pulled my lover into my chest.

"Gohan…" he said in an exasperated voice. "I…I love you."

"And I you, my prince," I answer back, as he rests his head against my chest.

I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders and torso, pulling him closer. "And I you…"

~~~END~~~
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