Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
“The first few weeks I was here, just after we found each other but before we decided to be mates…I…” He sighed and Gohan shifted closer, draping a comforting arm across his shoulders.
“You what…?”
“I slept with someone…also”
Gohan gasped, shocked, removing his arm.
“Who?”
Mirai thought back to that blissful day, now forever tainted with regret.
////Flashback////
Mirai grunted as a fist slammed into his stomach.
‘Could have avoided that one…’
Another whipped across his face, sharp sound cracking the air. He relished the feel of the other’s flesh touching his, even in combat.
‘That one too…if I’d wanted to…’
A powerful hit sent him hurtling towards the ground, causing yet another crater. He groaned and sat up as the other saiyan landed next to him, panting heavily.
“Hey, didn’t hurt you too much did I?” He asked, extending a hand to help him up. Mirai shook his head and grasped the proffered hand, intending to pull himself up. The warmth coming off the others hand, as he held it, shocked and aroused him. He could feel the texture of the other\'s skin, sweat from their spar and calluses from years of training, rubbing against his fingers. He almost closed his eyes, fantasies from years past overcoming him.
He’d always admired the older Saiyan, admiration somehow turning to desire as the years swept past. His mother had kept some photos of old friends, and Mirai would steal them at night to stare at, eyes half-lidded as he groaned quietly, working his heated flesh to completion. Afterwards he’d tiptoe back to the lounge and replace them on the mantle, where photographs of all his mother’s friends sat.
Mirai realized he was still sitting there in the crater, clasping his warm hand and getting quite hard. An interesting development which the other didn’t fail to notice. Mirai tried to let go of his hand to help himself up and possibly cover up his arousal at the other’s touch. The older saiyan held onto his hand, leaning down towards him, grinning teasingly.
“What’s the matter Mirai?” His eyes flicked down to the other’s lap. “Or should I say what’s up instead?” He winked as the demi blushed hotly, trying to shake his hand from Goku’s grasp, getting more embarrassed by the second as the tent in his pants became more pronounced at the other’s firm grip. He knew of Goku’s serious interest in his father and, once, had almost considered asking if they could slake each other’s mutual need before dismissing the idea.
Goku was frustrated. Frustrated and hard. Not a good combination for the earth-raised Saiyan. So when he discovered Mirai deliberately missing blocks during the spar, so Goku would get closer to him, it had been too good an opportunity to pass up.
He’d always felt an attraction towards the future teen, most likely because at times he resembled Vegeta so strongly. It was in a word, a look, the way he turned his head to scowl when something wasn’t going the way he wanted. Ever since the night of Bulma’s heat, Goku couldn’t seem to get thoughts of Vegeta out of his head. Imagining the prince stretched out beneath him as he thrusted into his hot, tight body made Goku break out in a sweat in the least opportune places.
Like during dinner last night when Vegeta’s warm, bare foot had brushed against his own under the table. Goku had gotten so hard it became quite painful and shifted around uncomfortably on his seat as Bulma commented on the funny smell in the room. Obviously Vegeta hadn’t yet discussed different types of scents with her…
Vegeta had just smirked at him across the table, erotically licking his spoon when Bulma wasn’t looking as they ate dessert, knowing where the smell was coming from and why. His foot had brushed against him again and Vegeta had begun to slide his up Goku’s leg. Goku had yelped and made a beeline for his room to take care of himself, mind awash with images of his prince ripping both their clothes off and spreading himself on the dinner table before Goku, like a feast before a starving man.
Now, it appeared, that a prime opportunity had arisen to get rid of some of that frustration Vegeta had caused. Goku bent down, one knee coming to rest on the ground, still clasping Mirai’s hand in his grip. He brought the other hand up to the demi’s face and brushed a thumb against his parted lips, seeing his pupils dilate as he hissed an intake of breath at the touch.
Mirai made a noise; of encouragement or refusal, Goku couldn’t tell, didn’t care, as his lips descended on the younger man’s, firmly insistent. He felt the demi press back against him and deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue out for permission. Mirai answered hungrily, his own tongue sweeping into Goku’s mouth, pulling the bigger Saiyan towards him till they sprawled awkwardly on the hard ground, lips still locked together.
Goku groaned as Mirai ripped at his fighting gi, tearing it from his body before dealing to his own clothes, shedding them in a matter of seconds. They slid together, each groaning at the feel of their hot naked flesh pressing urgently against the other, tongues and limbs entwined. Goku couldn’t wait and broke the kiss, groaning to swirl two fingers in his mouth before reaching down to prepare the future prince.
Mirai hissed through his teeth as Goku quickly stretched him, scissoring his fingers and thrusting. He pressed against his sweet spot each time and Goku smirked as the lavender-haired Saiyan started to push his hips back in time with his thrusts, panting, eyes shut tight.
“Oh Gods…please…Goku…” He breathed, bucking against the other’s hand.
Goku nodded and, removing his fingers, turned him over, pushing him up onto his hands and knees. Mirai gritted his teeth as Goku roughly pulled his hips into line, fingers digging into his flesh. Mirai hadn’t been uke very often in real life but in every fantasy Goku had always taken him, hard and rough like he was doing now.
He cried out as Goku mercilessly slid into him in one smooth stroke, right to the hilt. He paused, both of them shuddering as Mirai adjusted, trying to relax. A short while later he moaned and pushed back. Goku, understanding the signal, began to thrust into him, rapidly gaining speed as he tilted his hips to slide against that bundle of nerves deep inside Mirai.
Goku groaned and shut he eyes at the tight heat, seeing Vegeta below him. It was amazing how similar Mirai’s sounds of pleasure were to Vegeta’s and it helped to fuel his passion He thrusted harder, driving the demi down onto his elbows, back arching as he cried out wantonly, fingers scraping against the bare rock.
Goku growled, seeing raven hair where lavender strands brushed the ground. Dust swirled and eddied around them as he flared his ki, leaping up the transformations till golden hair burst and cascaded down his back. Mirai cried out harshly, fingers digging into the earth, feeling himself stretch to accommodate the super saiyan cock that fucked him.
Goku roared and pounded into the demi harder, pulling his hips back against him with each thrust. Mirai moaned constantly, breath coming harsher, sweat rolling down his face from their combined heat as Goku rammed into him over and over and over. The pleasure crested and his mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy as he felt his body contract. He hung there for a split second before he crashed over, spurting stream after stream of creamy seed to coat the bare ground beneath them.
Goku felt Mirai clamp down around him and quickly leaned forward grabbing both of Mirai’s wrists and pulling his arms behind him so he hung forward in mid-air, supported only by his knees and Goku’s grip, back arching painfully. Goku plunged into him a few more times till the angle became too much and he came, howling, erupting in Mirai’s tight heat.
They both rolled to the side as Goku let go of Mirai’s arms and collapsed, breathing heavily. Mirai turned his face to Goku’s and smiled, getting an embarrassed grin in return. They both knew this was only a one-off occurrence but as they got to their feet and Goku IT’d them to get some clothes, Mirai couldn’t help but wonder what his father was in for…
///End flashback///
Mirai looked at the ground, waiting.
Gohan stared in shocked silence, before erupting in rage.
“My Dad? My Dad! You slept with my fucking DAD!?” Gohan jumped to his feet, outraged, batting away Mirai’s comforting hand as he sought to reach out to him. Gohan couldn’t look at him and turned towards the door.
“It was just something that happened…suddenly. I never intended for it to happen, Gohan”
‘Liar…’
Gohan whirled around, pointing an accusing finger at him, tears of anger running down his face.
“Fuck intentions! At least the person I slept with technically is you! You’re the same person!! And it’s not like I found Trunks somewhere and we fucked in broad daylight either! My Dad! My fucking DAD, Mirai!” Gohan clenched his fists, ebony eyes blazing, furious that Mirai could have treated him like shit when he confessed, while keeping this secret of his own. His anger cooled into a cold rage.
“It’s over. Get out.” He said coldly, pointing at the door
Mirai nodded sadly, accepting, and moved to grab some clothes.
“I said, get THE FUCK OUT you fucken slut!!!” Gohan grabbed his arm and threw him out into the hallway, still wrapped in his sheet, slamming the door behind him.
Mirai shivered in the morning air, tears threatening as a low moan slipped from between his lips.
“Gohan…”
He turned away from the door and stumbled down the stairs, not knowing or caring where he was going.
*************
Poor Mirai! Poor Gohan!
Awww...I’m so sorry *guilt* I know some people didn’t want this to happen…But thems the breaks…
Did anyone think it was going to be Goku? *grin* Was it a good match do ya think? There were quite a few hints throughout the fiction though…did anyone pick up on them? Goku suggesting he ‘spar’ with Mirai when he found out he’d arrived…Mirai’s regretful look after Gohan asked him to mate…Goku and Mirai’s mutual strange look when Goku arrived at the party…to name a few…
Or maybe it was only obvious to me…lol…but that could have been cause I WROTE IT!
leaf:Thank you very much for permission! *grin* Hope you liked this chapter!
Blu:Hope it was all twist-y n stuff! Did ya think it was gonna be him? Thanks for your review! *grin*
Jenn:That review just cracked me up! Roflmao! Yeah they are both sluts! Hope this chapter was of sufficient length! Lol
no name for now:Thanks for your anon review! *frowns* *laugh* Writers do that so people with keep reading…heh heh…yeah I was thinking of putting him with Trunks but it didn’t work out lmao…Hope Goku was just as good for ya!
“The first few weeks I was here, just after we found each other but before we decided to be mates…I…” He sighed and Gohan shifted closer, draping a comforting arm across his shoulders.
“You what…?”
“I slept with someone…also”
Gohan gasped, shocked, removing his arm.
“Who?”
Mirai thought back to that blissful day, now forever tainted with regret.
////Flashback////
Mirai grunted as a fist slammed into his stomach.
‘Could have avoided that one…’
Another whipped across his face, sharp sound cracking the air. He relished the feel of the other’s flesh touching his, even in combat.
‘That one too…if I’d wanted to…’
A powerful hit sent him hurtling towards the ground, causing yet another crater. He groaned and sat up as the other saiyan landed next to him, panting heavily.
“Hey, didn’t hurt you too much did I?” He asked, extending a hand to help him up. Mirai shook his head and grasped the proffered hand, intending to pull himself up. The warmth coming off the others hand, as he held it, shocked and aroused him. He could feel the texture of the other\'s skin, sweat from their spar and calluses from years of training, rubbing against his fingers. He almost closed his eyes, fantasies from years past overcoming him.
He’d always admired the older Saiyan, admiration somehow turning to desire as the years swept past. His mother had kept some photos of old friends, and Mirai would steal them at night to stare at, eyes half-lidded as he groaned quietly, working his heated flesh to completion. Afterwards he’d tiptoe back to the lounge and replace them on the mantle, where photographs of all his mother’s friends sat.
Mirai realized he was still sitting there in the crater, clasping his warm hand and getting quite hard. An interesting development which the other didn’t fail to notice. Mirai tried to let go of his hand to help himself up and possibly cover up his arousal at the other’s touch. The older saiyan held onto his hand, leaning down towards him, grinning teasingly.
“What’s the matter Mirai?” His eyes flicked down to the other’s lap. “Or should I say what’s up instead?” He winked as the demi blushed hotly, trying to shake his hand from Goku’s grasp, getting more embarrassed by the second as the tent in his pants became more pronounced at the other’s firm grip. He knew of Goku’s serious interest in his father and, once, had almost considered asking if they could slake each other’s mutual need before dismissing the idea.
Goku was frustrated. Frustrated and hard. Not a good combination for the earth-raised Saiyan. So when he discovered Mirai deliberately missing blocks during the spar, so Goku would get closer to him, it had been too good an opportunity to pass up.
He’d always felt an attraction towards the future teen, most likely because at times he resembled Vegeta so strongly. It was in a word, a look, the way he turned his head to scowl when something wasn’t going the way he wanted. Ever since the night of Bulma’s heat, Goku couldn’t seem to get thoughts of Vegeta out of his head. Imagining the prince stretched out beneath him as he thrusted into his hot, tight body made Goku break out in a sweat in the least opportune places.
Like during dinner last night when Vegeta’s warm, bare foot had brushed against his own under the table. Goku had gotten so hard it became quite painful and shifted around uncomfortably on his seat as Bulma commented on the funny smell in the room. Obviously Vegeta hadn’t yet discussed different types of scents with her…
Vegeta had just smirked at him across the table, erotically licking his spoon when Bulma wasn’t looking as they ate dessert, knowing where the smell was coming from and why. His foot had brushed against him again and Vegeta had begun to slide his up Goku’s leg. Goku had yelped and made a beeline for his room to take care of himself, mind awash with images of his prince ripping both their clothes off and spreading himself on the dinner table before Goku, like a feast before a starving man.
Now, it appeared, that a prime opportunity had arisen to get rid of some of that frustration Vegeta had caused. Goku bent down, one knee coming to rest on the ground, still clasping Mirai’s hand in his grip. He brought the other hand up to the demi’s face and brushed a thumb against his parted lips, seeing his pupils dilate as he hissed an intake of breath at the touch.
Mirai made a noise; of encouragement or refusal, Goku couldn’t tell, didn’t care, as his lips descended on the younger man’s, firmly insistent. He felt the demi press back against him and deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue out for permission. Mirai answered hungrily, his own tongue sweeping into Goku’s mouth, pulling the bigger Saiyan towards him till they sprawled awkwardly on the hard ground, lips still locked together.
Goku groaned as Mirai ripped at his fighting gi, tearing it from his body before dealing to his own clothes, shedding them in a matter of seconds. They slid together, each groaning at the feel of their hot naked flesh pressing urgently against the other, tongues and limbs entwined. Goku couldn’t wait and broke the kiss, groaning to swirl two fingers in his mouth before reaching down to prepare the future prince.
Mirai hissed through his teeth as Goku quickly stretched him, scissoring his fingers and thrusting. He pressed against his sweet spot each time and Goku smirked as the lavender-haired Saiyan started to push his hips back in time with his thrusts, panting, eyes shut tight.
“Oh Gods…please…Goku…” He breathed, bucking against the other’s hand.
Goku nodded and, removing his fingers, turned him over, pushing him up onto his hands and knees. Mirai gritted his teeth as Goku roughly pulled his hips into line, fingers digging into his flesh. Mirai hadn’t been uke very often in real life but in every fantasy Goku had always taken him, hard and rough like he was doing now.
He cried out as Goku mercilessly slid into him in one smooth stroke, right to the hilt. He paused, both of them shuddering as Mirai adjusted, trying to relax. A short while later he moaned and pushed back. Goku, understanding the signal, began to thrust into him, rapidly gaining speed as he tilted his hips to slide against that bundle of nerves deep inside Mirai.
Goku groaned and shut he eyes at the tight heat, seeing Vegeta below him. It was amazing how similar Mirai’s sounds of pleasure were to Vegeta’s and it helped to fuel his passion He thrusted harder, driving the demi down onto his elbows, back arching as he cried out wantonly, fingers scraping against the bare rock.
Goku growled, seeing raven hair where lavender strands brushed the ground. Dust swirled and eddied around them as he flared his ki, leaping up the transformations till golden hair burst and cascaded down his back. Mirai cried out harshly, fingers digging into the earth, feeling himself stretch to accommodate the super saiyan cock that fucked him.
Goku roared and pounded into the demi harder, pulling his hips back against him with each thrust. Mirai moaned constantly, breath coming harsher, sweat rolling down his face from their combined heat as Goku rammed into him over and over and over. The pleasure crested and his mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy as he felt his body contract. He hung there for a split second before he crashed over, spurting stream after stream of creamy seed to coat the bare ground beneath them.
Goku felt Mirai clamp down around him and quickly leaned forward grabbing both of Mirai’s wrists and pulling his arms behind him so he hung forward in mid-air, supported only by his knees and Goku’s grip, back arching painfully. Goku plunged into him a few more times till the angle became too much and he came, howling, erupting in Mirai’s tight heat.
They both rolled to the side as Goku let go of Mirai’s arms and collapsed, breathing heavily. Mirai turned his face to Goku’s and smiled, getting an embarrassed grin in return. They both knew this was only a one-off occurrence but as they got to their feet and Goku IT’d them to get some clothes, Mirai couldn’t help but wonder what his father was in for…
///End flashback///
Mirai looked at the ground, waiting.
Gohan stared in shocked silence, before erupting in rage.
“My Dad? My Dad! You slept with my fucking DAD!?” Gohan jumped to his feet, outraged, batting away Mirai’s comforting hand as he sought to reach out to him. Gohan couldn’t look at him and turned towards the door.
“It was just something that happened…suddenly. I never intended for it to happen, Gohan”
‘Liar…’
Gohan whirled around, pointing an accusing finger at him, tears of anger running down his face.
“Fuck intentions! At least the person I slept with technically is you! You’re the same person!! And it’s not like I found Trunks somewhere and we fucked in broad daylight either! My Dad! My fucking DAD, Mirai!” Gohan clenched his fists, ebony eyes blazing, furious that Mirai could have treated him like shit when he confessed, while keeping this secret of his own. His anger cooled into a cold rage.
“It’s over. Get out.” He said coldly, pointing at the door
Mirai nodded sadly, accepting, and moved to grab some clothes.
“I said, get THE FUCK OUT you fucken slut!!!” Gohan grabbed his arm and threw him out into the hallway, still wrapped in his sheet, slamming the door behind him.
Mirai shivered in the morning air, tears threatening as a low moan slipped from between his lips.
“Gohan…”
He turned away from the door and stumbled down the stairs, not knowing or caring where he was going.
*************
Poor Mirai! Poor Gohan!
Awww...I’m so sorry *guilt* I know some people didn’t want this to happen…But thems the breaks…
Did anyone think it was going to be Goku? *grin* Was it a good match do ya think? There were quite a few hints throughout the fiction though…did anyone pick up on them? Goku suggesting he ‘spar’ with Mirai when he found out he’d arrived…Mirai’s regretful look after Gohan asked him to mate…Goku and Mirai’s mutual strange look when Goku arrived at the party…to name a few…
Or maybe it was only obvious to me…lol…but that could have been cause I WROTE IT!
leaf:Thank you very much for permission! *grin* Hope you liked this chapter!
Blu:Hope it was all twist-y n stuff! Did ya think it was gonna be him? Thanks for your review! *grin*
Jenn:That review just cracked me up! Roflmao! Yeah they are both sluts! Hope this chapter was of sufficient length! Lol
no name for now:Thanks for your anon review! *frowns* *laugh* Writers do that so people with keep reading…heh heh…yeah I was thinking of putting him with Trunks but it didn’t work out lmao…Hope Goku was just as good for ya!