Moments

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

Rated – NC-17
Warnings – M/M(/M) (yaoi) lemon, tentacles, incest, wet dream
Pairings – Gohan/Vegeta(/Goku)


Dream


Vegeta and I were fighting a planet invasive plant. The thing was as big or bigger than I remembered the Tree of Might. Its vines grew and stretched and were able to move at will, almost as if it was more animal than plant. They reacted to ki blasts by backing away, or thrashing about when being severed.

We kept saving people, and returning them to their homes, but later we would find the same people once again caught in this things clutches, and they were beginning to become unhappy with our ‘rescuing’ attempts almost as much as we were frustrated with having to of saved them again.

I didn’t understand why these people would want to stay in the plant’s twisted embrace.

Suddenly I found my hands gathered up at the wrist in a vine I hadn’t noticed. I opened up my mouth to holler out for Vegeta’s help, when abruptly the plant shoved a fruit pod into my mouth. I bit down, thinking that if I hurt it, it would retract the pod, but instead I found a euphoric taste filling my mouth.

I tried to stop myself from sucking more of the juice into my system, and I understood now why the people we had been ‘saving’ weren’t happy with us. I was so relaxed, and I didn’t care; it felt good to be so untroubled. Reluctantly, I knew this was not a good feeling, and the plant was manipulating me; I spat the fruit pod out of my mouth.

I tried to get my hands loose, and that’s when I found another disturbing thing about the juice and its consequent ‘relaxed’ feelings. I had no ki to draw from; it was gone.

My struggling continued to be of no use as the plant’s vines began to slither up my clothing, pulling away from my body in order to tear my clothes off. When I was completely naked, I felt vines twisting around my ankles, and the ones holding my hands hostage above my head lowered me to the ground.

There was a small area around me that I could see as clearly as if it were still day out, but the rest of the planet had grown dark. As I lay trapped, I could see what looked like a tunnel of clouds forming directly above me, lightening scattering across the void from time to time giving me the only light that would illuminate anything that wasn’t in my immediate vicinity.

Unexpectedly a vine with a sunny orange blossom at its tip came into my view. It touched my lips where there were still juices from the fruit and then began to travel down my body, its featherweight touches leaving a warm tingling trail. I assumed the bright, gold, glittery dust it left in its wake was the culprit for this sensation. I didn’t recognize the potential need to struggle until it started to gently massage me to attention.

I opened up my mouth to voice my shock at this invasion, but the same fruit pod I’d had a mouthful of earlier came back to silence me. I saw the exposed purple meat of the fruit where my mouth bitten been just before I was efficiently gagged.

I grew even more lethargic in my resistance, lying there, being touched provocatively and sucking on the fruit of the plant.

I almost didn’t recognize Vegeta when he came and tore the blossom away from me. I wanted to protest his actions, but I couldn’t because he hadn’t taken the fruit from my mouth.

I could see the plant had also managed to get his clothes off of his body, but it must have been unable to keep him captured like it had me.

I was surprised when he straddled over the top of my hips, eyes barely open, a purr coming from his chest.

Bedroom eyes I had seen once or twice in my trysts with girls as a teenager were the only warning I had before he positioned himself and came down on my cock. The dust the blossom had left behind acting as some sort of weird dry lubricant; the closest equivalent I could think of was graphite.

Regardless of my relaxed state, the shock of his actions was enough to get my hips to buck up. I would have never thought he would be the sort to be the uke; but then, he was currently the one taking what he wanted.

After my initial outburst I couldn’t do more than watch as he rode me slowly.

At one point, awareness of his surrounding and actions seemed to take hold of him. I groaned as I felt him stiffen, and thought he was going to get off of me without either of us having reached completion.

Then a third presence joined us. I couldn’t see who it was, just very alabaster colored skin and a dark head of hair. Whoever it was wrapped their arms around Vegeta from behind and spoke something only Vegeta could hear. The Prince relaxed into the embrace behind him and started rocking slowly again. He leaned his head back on the other’s left shoulder, baring his neck and closing his eyes to the sensations.

Who ever the other was, I was grateful to him for convincing Vegeta to stay and enjoy this.

An eternity later the one behind Vegeta reached around and started working Vegeta. I could see the Prince’s tawny chest start to heave at the additional stimuli, and felt the small one’s body tense just as he shouted out, “Go….”

… I woke to my own grunting cry as I came.