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Friendship	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prompt: After a DBZ marathon at New Year's and reading this fic (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4960009/1/Krillens_100th_Proposal_and_After), I NEED IT. Serious-fic (porn or clean) is preferred, but I'll take a CRACK!fix if it's presented to me.
In the Garlic Jr. Saga (Japanese), Krillin regretted not being strong enough to protect a weakened Piccolo (Piccolo's response? "Needing to be protected by you. How low I've sunk"). And in "Broly: Second Coming", the guy was wearing a replica of Piccolo's outfit.
Secret crush/confession? Size difference? Roleplay/Costume kink? Continuation/inspiration from above fic? There's gotta be SOMETHING there to spark Anon's interest.

The fill:

If someone, like say Lunch had held a gun to his head and demanded an answer, Krillin would have admitted that okay, if he were going to have sex with someone in the group, it would have been Goku. The big hero, the hub and cement and heart of their group, the man he’d grown up with, seen naked, and had died in front of. And it was his death that had caused the man to reach his most powerful state yet. When Chi-Chi kicked him out, Krillin took him in and offered a comforting shoulder to cry on. He even looked after his son, and tried to help his wife when the man was gone.

Or hell, even Yamcha. He had helped scrape the guy off the ground when he’d had a particularly hard night, and they were near enough in strength to still train together. And when Krillin felt down, Yamcha was always there to say an encouraging word to make him feel better.

Maybe Bulma. In his wildest dreams/nightmares. He had seen her giving him weird looks on their trip to Namek, all the while walking around in her underwear. For all her beatings, he had the feeling she didn’t hate him.

Vegeta, perhaps, as a punishment for all the damage done on Namek, and that time Krillin had nearly stabbed him?

If there was one person he never expected to find himself (to be perfectly and pleasantly crude), getting blown by, it was the man on his knees before him.

Maybe this was all because of Maron?

Maybe Garlic Junior?

Or perhaps blame could be heaped on Freiza for reminding him of his mortality. Both of their mortality.

Still. Regardless of why, he was still tied up against a wall with a mindboggling amount of complicated knots in the plain white sheet Piccolo had used. He was pinned to the smooth stone, arms to either side like a martyr, ass nearly scrapping where the sheets weren’t there to protect his skin. The two-day growth of hair that turned his skull into a fuzzy bruise provided no cushioning.

All the clothes he’d been wearing, the familiar orange outfit and then the one that the Namek had been able to create, were fallen to the side in bits and pieces. They looked like fallen companions, defeated in battle. Mentally, proudly, Krillin saluted them while a pair of calloused inhuman hands closed around a waist that now looked smaller than ever.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing a gi? Since I put on your outfit? And where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

“Shut up.” And that growl sent a happy shiver down his spine and made him grin.

“So angry. Come on, aren’t we pals now?”

“No.” The furious exhale that escaped the fanged mouth when he lifted his head to glare at Krillin made the human’s toes curl. “We are not.”

“Aw, why not?”

Another growl melted any semblance of full sentences away.

“Hey. Your antennas.”

“What now?”

“They tickle. Uh.”

“Would you prefer I desist?”

“Hey, no, don’t stop there, buddy. I was just making an obsersaaaation. God!”

“Kami can’t help you now.”

“Oh no, no help needed.”

He grinned downward, hopelessly. Watching the bare green skull that made his own pinkened skin appear red, the smooth cheeks pulled concave and hid a clever tongue and seemed to swallow him up. How would he ever look Gohan and Goku in the eye? Or Kami? How could he just fly away to return home and pretend nothing had happened? Everyone would be so

horrified

Ah, but now he was being eaten up and there was swirling, wrapping that tongue slick and tracing him all of him and a long suck those fingers tightened around him and moved downward and behind to cup him and pull him even closer closer and oh god here is god there was a noise a pounding from beyond the veil of his heartbeats and hotness poured from him only later Piccolo are you smiling did he realize

It had been his fists smashing into the wall hard enough to crack the stone and litter the ground further with rock chippings.

piccolo are you smirking are you praying am i

His head hung like an animal with its neck broken.

“You know, pal, I’m starting to think the Sons weren’t too wrong about you.

“And I thought all you could drink was water?”

Maybe Gohan and Goku were right about Piccolo having his own way of showing his care.

“We aren’t going to die, Krillin.”

The aforementioned man could barely raise his head from his hands. “What?”

“We aren’t going to die.”

“I never said we were.”

“It was written on your face.”

Krillin smiled and rubbed at a cheek. “Was it? Sorry. I’m just nervous I guess.” He swung his legs, leaning back on the slab of rock he was sitting on.

“The boys were figure out how to fuse.” With the even, confident voice, it was hard not to nod along and believe.

“There’s always Goku I guess. He’ll find a way, if we can’t.” But he still found himself sighing and feeling tension rise to stiffen his spine.

Carefully, with his usual grace, Piccolo placed a hand on his small shoulder that seemed dwarfed by the Namek. Long nails caught his eye when they gleamed from the light that flooded the lookout. His voice was gruff, and Krillin nearly laughed at how nicer he was. Was this the same guy that had killed Goku before snatching his son? Who was a demon and had spurned any chance of friendship amongst the other fighters?

“You’ve really changed.”

“Thanks.”

“No, I mean in a good way. Not that you were that bad before.” Krillin assured him, the alien still looking amused. “But now you seem calmer.”

Piccolo snorted. “All the time on this planet has made me soft.”

“Aw, Piccolo. We know you care.”

“Shut up. And it’s not like you’re the scared boy that you used to be.”

“Nope.” Air filled his cheeks comically before he blew his breathe out. “Marriage, you know, it changes you.”

“Good for you.”

“Thanks. And thanks for not killing her and her brother when you guys were fighting.”

There was a knife’s edge of a smile. “Thanks.”

“But, you know, for sake of conversation…”

“For god’s sake, Krillin.”

“It’s just, if we do die, do you have any regrets?”

The Namek laughed for a moment, humorless. “I’ve done my best to make peace with those decisions.”

“Good for you. What about those of us who hadn’t?”

“Really?” If he’d had eyebrows, they would have risen. “What do you regret?”

“Aside from the important stuff like being strong enough to protect my family better? Stupid stuff.”

“Like what?”

Krillin glanced up uncomfortably, blushing. “It’s stupid. And maybe vain. And very weird.”

“What is it?” Piccolo didn’t appear to be running away, and right now the small man could use a comforting shoulder.

“It’s just, now I’m married, and I love Juuhachigou. God knows I love her.”

“Yes. I was there when you had that moment here on the lookout. And we all saw the two of at Bulma’s house.”

“Still hard to look her mother in the eye. I really wish she hadn’t caught us.”

“So do we.”

“It’s just, I’m married now and with a kid. And that’s awesome.” He raised his hands defensively. “But I wish that I had a more active life as a bachelor. Not that I would trade them for that. But I do wish that—Oh, nevermind. This is embarrassing enough.”

“Go on.” A short chuckle reached Krillin’s ears. “You’ve already begun, you might as well finish.”

“Fine. Well, we’re going to die anyway. Okay, I always had this hope of being with, well, someone in our group.”

“What are you talking about? Aren’t you with me right now?”

“Not in that sense. I.” Krillin seemed unable to hold eye contact. “Kinda of had a fantasy about sexually being one of you guys.”

He closed his eyes, afraid, and waiting for a blow.

Piccolo’s face was as purple as an eggplant. “That’s…odd.”

“Yeah. I had a thing for, uh, Goku for awhile. Just a little thing.”

“That’s alright, I suppose.”

“Thanks. It’s a relief that you aren’t running away.”

“No problem.” Piccolo’s voice seemed to be shrinking.

“I’m not completely inexperience. Juuhachigou wasn’t the only person I’ve ever been with. Me and her brother…”

“Oh.”

“He got me drunk. In fact, they both got me drunk.”

“I had no idea.”

“That’s good. Yeah. We actually got caught by the cops once. At a fair. It was pretty messed up.”

“…wow.”

“I just sort of wish they weren’t the only people I’ve ever been with. Especially Juunanagou. He still smirks at me weird, and leaves inappropriate emails and messages on the answering machine.

“I mean, it was okay when it happened. But it stopped for a reason. When it comes to guys, I’m not really into the twink thing. Besides, it was weird having sex with two people who look so much alike. The whole kink about sleeping with twins wore off fast.

“By the end I wouldn’t know exactly who I was screwing, and I didn’t feel comfortable with that.”

“So.” The words came creaking and dragging out. ‘You want to be with a non-skinny man.”

“Right. Someone whose really tall, and strong, and with really, really big muscles.”

Krillin’s gaze fell on Piccolo. Together, uneasily, they laughed and turned their heads away.

“I’m guessing you don’t know much about that.”

“No, of course not.”

“That’s a shame. It’s really a nice thing. There’s a reason why humans think about that all the time.”

“…all the time? I mean, I know some of the time. But I try not the read the thoughts of those around me too often.”

“Yep. As we speak, I’m thinking--”

“About waking your wife up and. Ugh.”

“What?” Krillin laughed and slapped his back. “It’s a beautiful, natural thing between two people who care for each other. Or at least like the other person enough to see naked and rub against.”

“Humans are disgusting.”

“It’s nice, Piccolo, man. Without doing that, life’s much emptier. Believe me, I’d know.”

“I have no urge to do that.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Do you even…Uh. Never mind. Let’s forget I asked that.”

“Done.”

“…But even if you don’t, you can still do other stuff. Maybe I’ve been spending too much time reading Juunanagou’s emails? You know, the thing is, when I can’t tell who I’ve having sex with, I think Oolong snuck in there, and then I’m terrified.”

“Why don’t you go find your wife? Then you can stop thinking about what you’re thinking about now?”

“He-he, can you see images too?”

“Stop it.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Vaguely. Vaguely. But I don’t want anyone touching me.”

“That’s okay. You can find someone that’s into that.”

“Really?”

  “Yeah. Hell. I bet Juunanagou would go for it.”

“…and, would you be there? I mean, since you two have a history? If it’s just me and Juunanagou, I may be forced to kill him.”

“That would be a bad thing, huh?” At Piccolo’s look, he shrugged. “There’s a reason why I didn’t invite him to the tournament.

“But he’s alright in bed. No Juuhachigou, but we can’t all ask for immeasurable excellence.”

“Maybe it’s Neil, or Kami that’s to blame for making me curious.”

“Let’s blame them then.”

“I don’t know if I want to do anything with some stranger.”

“You won’t even be taking off any clothes? Right?”

“No. But still.”

“You’d be the one in power.”

“Most humans are frightened of my appearance. They would not be tempted to remove their clothing for me.”

“If you order it, maybe.” Krillin wagged his eyebrows in a move he must have learned from his master.

“I…would they do it?”

“Sure, some of them. I don’t know if they would want to, though.”

“But if I order it, they will.”

“Yeah. Uh, maybe you should get some money to find a professional that will undress for you.”

“There are professionals? People who make money for taking off their clothes?”

“Oh yeah. And if you want more, then you have to go to some special place and find someone who wants to do it. Don’t ask me about it. The closest thing I’ve come to that is being blackmailed by Juuhachigou and her brother for a new rifle and pair of leather pants. And she wasn’t the one to wear those pants.”

“I think I would prefer if it was someone I knew.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“If, you would be willing…”

“Huh? Me? Really?”

“If you would be comfortable with that.”

“I guess. I mean, friends can do these sorts of stuff. I once blew a hole in Vegeta, and now he and his wife watch my kid, and vice versa. What’s this compared to that?

“Just say that you’re my friend.”

“What? Ugh.”

“Come on, say it.”

“’My Friend.’”

“There we go.”

“Now take off your clothes.”

“Hang on here. I’m married. If I’m doing anything, it’s with my wife.”

“…what? But you said--?”

“Yeah, but she has to be here and be part of it.”

“So, she knows how you feel about wanting some larger guy?”

“Oh, she knows. We, uh.” Krillin paused to play with his shirt. “We. Hm. With me and her brother, and her of course. I said that Juunanagou was too skinny. That weird thing went on for awhile. Actually, maybe I should go get her. She would prefer--”

A clawed hand pulled him back. “No androids. And you are too many as it is.”

“You know, if you want to get technical, she’s a cyborg.”

“I don’t care.”

Krillin was pulling off the red shirt that hung comfortably on his upper body. “It’s different. She was born human.”

“I—Just take off your pants.”

“Okay. Man, Juuhachigou’s going to be pissed when I tell her what happened. And laugh her ass off. Hmm, Juuhachigou’s ass.”

“Stop thinking about her.”

“She’s so perfect though. I could sit here and think about her ass all day. In fact, I have. Master Roshi nearly had to have an intervention.”

“Stop it. Is it supposed to look like that?”

“Yes. And I’ve gotten compliments on it, so you’re in good hands. Or. The other way around.”

“I never understood how you humans walk around with those.”

“Not everyone has one. Or one as nice as this. And really, man, what do you have?”

“Never you mind.”

“Ooh, sexy when you get commanding. Say.” He nervous brushed his hair back. “Do you like my haircut? Juu’s been bugging me to get it trimmed. I don’t know. Is it better long or short?”

Piccolo sighed and looked at Krillin’s head for a moment. “If you pushed it more to the side, and made it stand on end, it would be more like Goku’s.”

“Huh. Funny. Maybe she’d like that. You know, she could play at the saucy minx assassin meant to kill me while I end up making her forget her mission. Actually, that’s not far from what happened.”

His hand left his hair to touch his stomach and move downward.

“Maybe she and I can play at being a normal suburban couple. Oh, maybe she could get a cute little apron? No; she would make me wear it.”

“You have more hair on your body than Son.”

“Everyone does. Except Vegeta. They’re like those creepy hairless cats. Wait, you’ve seen Goku naked?”

“He’s always naked at his home. Always.”

“Eech. I don’t know whether to stop by more, or less.”

“More. I need buffers.”

Krillin was teasing the head of his penis, rubbing his thumb against the slit. “Really? I thought you and Chi-Chi were getting along?”

“She and Goku will fight. Always.”

“Poor woman. Let’s go back to Juuhachigou.”

“Stop thinking about her. She doesn’t like that.”

“How would you know?”

“No one would like that.”

“I did. Mm. Juuhachigou in a minivan. Making cookies. Yeah, bend over to check the oven.”

“Is that why Chi-Chi always makes cookies?”

“What? No. No. Stop it. Ask me questions about Juuhachigou and Juunanagou.”

“Fine. But come here.”

“Sure.”

“…Are you sure it’s supposed to look like this?”

“Yes! Now, do whatever you’re going to do.”

“Okay? And it’s supposed to do that? Be less squishy?”

“Yes. Did you learn that word from Gohan?”

“Goten.”

“Man, I hope no one finds us like this.”

Piccolo shuddered. “Don’t even joke about that. And stop thinking about your wife. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like her?”

“Not in that context.”

“But in general, you like her? Because it’s important for my friends to like my wife.”

“Yes. She is fine. I enjoy her jokes about Vegeta and Goku, and all the others.”

“She makes jokes?”

“Oh, yes. She and the other woman get together to talk and yell and laugh about their mates.”

“What does she say about me?”

“Nothing you don’t know. I hope.”

“Fuuuuck. What does she say? Tell me?”

“You taking her shopping. When you get drunk. Your dating habits and other courtship. She has spoken about the penis you brag so much about.”

“Good things? Hey, maybe not use your hands so much. They’re not great, buddy, no offense.”

“She didn’t seem displeased. What else would you prefer me to do?”

“How about your mouth? Wait. No. You have those fangs…not that I don’t mind a little pain. But still.”

“I won’t bite.”

“Be careful. Huh. Not bad, bestest buddy ever.”

“You sound like Bulma.”

“Don’t hurt me like that, man. Huh, Juuhachigou, she does this thing with her hand…”

“If you want her, then go to her.”

“Maybe I will.” Krillin started to bend down for his pants.

“No. No. Stop it. Just sit still.”

“Keep your hands away from me. You’re stabbing me in the side with those talons. God, clip those sometime.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh what? You’re going to punish me?”

“Maybe.”

“OOooww. Fuck. I keep forgetting you’re not like Juuhachigou. You’re more like her brother, really.”

“Be quiet. Be quiet. What if someone finds us?”

“Murder/suicide. Promise me. Promise me.”

“Fine.”

“Good. That’s not bad either.” After a moment, he sighed. “I miss Juuhachigou.”

His penis was pulled out of the other man’s mouth with an audible pop. “Shut up!”

“But she’s so good at this. And I miss her. In general. She would be laughing at me, and looking up with those big blue eyes. And that blonde hair would touch my legs, just a little. I think I’m starting to fall in love with her, buddy.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Come on, hurry up. I’m getting cold. Man, there’s no central heat up here.”

“Knock it off.”

“Friends don’t let friends get their asses cold.”

“You can take your ass, and leave if you want.”

“You’re the one that started this.”

“And now I’m ending it. Get out.”

“Come on. Don’t be mean.”

“Don’t you look at me with those big eyes.”

“Come oooonn.”

“You’re annoying me, little man.”

“Yeah, do that. Talk to me. Insult me a little.”

“You look ridiculous with that hair. Like a mop.”

“Ooh, yeah, now use your teeth a little.

“If Juuhachi was here, she would be forcing my face into her crotch. Hmm, Juuhachigou’s crotch.

“She has these adorable dimples on her ass. And this amazing look on her face when I first enter her, kind of hot and dizzy. And then she might close her eyes, like she’s concentrating. Or she has her eyes open, and is looking at me kinda dazzled.”

“Mmmfff.”

“What, you don’t like that? Pick up on images? Awesome images.

“Okay, now, suuuufuuuuck. Fuck. Piccolo. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Mmfff.”

“Yeah, laugh it up. We’ll get matching tattoos after. I don’t suppose you have any orifice besides your mouth?”

“…I will not answer that.”

“God, you’re tall. I could, like, sit on your shoulders.”

“Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to. I was just throwing it out there.

“…You know, it’s depressing that I can stand and you have to stoop so low.”

“Mmph.”

“You sure you don’t have any appendages? Good ones, besides those horrible claws? Because I know there’s some olive oil in the kitchen.”

Piccolo raised his head, licking his lips slowly. “Olive oil?”

“I’ve used worse. But no?”

Black alien eyes seized him up, then dropped and dismissed him.

“Fine then. Be that way. This has awoken things though. Yamcha said something (after he walked in on me and Juuhachigou and Juunanagou) where it sounded like he wanted to join in. Maybe I can talk Juuhachigou into that?”

“I don’t want to hear this.”

“Fuck. Yes, do that thing again. Where you swirl your tongue. Oh, up more. Around the top. Best buddy. Better than Goku.”

“Oh, okay, that tickles a little. Better than getting stabbed by them though.

“Can I touch your antennae? Oh, don’t stop doing that thing with your fingers. Fine. Fine.

“Okay. Gimme a seeeconnd.”

After half a minute, Piccolo was forced to cough and spit, just as he had when Krillin’s previous male partner had punched him in the stomach.

“Hey, wait, does this mean I’ve been blown by god? Weird. I’d thought it would be better.

“Huh. Lemme find my clothes now. You okay man?”

“Not supposed to drink anything but water.”

“Too salty for you, huh? That’s what I always tried to tell Juunanagou…”

“Uuuugh.”

“Are you going to throw up? Wait, you’re not going to throw up an egg, right? You can’t get pregnant, right?”

“Shut up. Uuugggh.”

“Well, make sure not to leave a mess for Dende. Going to go shower and then bang my wife. Maybe at the same time. Bye, buddy.”
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