Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one

Chapter Three

About a week later all four teens were at their house having a pre-pre housewarming around the outside pool, catching some sun and drinking.

Trunks flicked his shades up, fanning himself with a magazine, and glanced at Mirai on the recliner next to him.

“So…” He grinned, playfully slapping him with the magazine.

Mirai flicked his own shades up, squinting in the sun.

“So what…?”

“Did you have a girlfriend back in your timeline?”

Mirai grinned and arched an eyebrow as , unnoticed, Gohan covertly shifted his chair closer to hear their conversation.

“Why do you ask…?”

Trunks shrugged, grinning.

“Just wanted to know if you have as much luck with them as I do” He said, shifting in his seat.

Mirai smirked.

“Well…yeah I suppose I would…if I wasn’t gay…”

Trunks’ mouth dropped open and both princes turned when Gohan started to choke violently and dropped his glass, shattering it on the ground. Gohan quickly recovered then jumped up, shouting.

“I’ll take care of it!” He leapt over Goten’s chair and rushed inside to get a brush and shovel to clean up. Trunks looked at Mirai and shrugged.

“Oh…that’s cool…I mean Gohan is too, if you didn’t know.”

Mirai’s eyes widened.

“He is…?!” ‘Hmmmm…’ Mirai arched an eyebrow and smirked inwardly.

Trunks nodded and leaned back, eyeing his future self pensively.

‘Mirai’s gay!?’

Trunks, himself, wasn’t gay as far as he knew, sort of inbetween…but…

‘We’re supposed to be the same person…does that mean I’m actually gay too? And just haven’t realized it?’

He must have looked worried because Mirai caught the look and reassured him

“Just cause I am, doesn’t mean you are, little me!”

Trunks laughed nervously and they shared an identical grin.

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Meanwhile Gohan was dancing silently around the lounge, grinning, pumping his fists in the air, shaking his ass and jumping up and down.

“He’s gay! He’s gay!” He repeated excitedly to himself, plans running through his head, totally forgetting about the smashed glass outside that he was supposed to be cleaning up. He ran upstairs to shower and change, grinning wickedly to himself.

“Plan one: Seduction of Mirai begins tonight!” He murmured eagerly to himself opening the shower door and stepping into the warm spray.

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Mirai flipped his sunglasses up and shouted to Goten who was flailing around in the pool, butchering what looked like the breaststroke but could have been dog paddle.

“Where’s your brother?”

Goten shrugged and went back to swimming. Mirai glanced at Trunks who had fallen asleep, beer in hand, mouth open, snoring lightly.

‘So kawaii..’ Mirai thought, grinning and getting up and taking the beverage from his limp hand before it fell. He set it down next to Trunks and strolled into the house, looking for Gohan. He paused on the threshold to the lounge, listening and heard the shower running. Smirking, he quickly made his way upstairs and paused again outside the bathroom door.

He wasn’t a hundred percent sure that Gohan desired him but thought back to all the times the demi had seemed flushed around him or blushed when he spoke to him, even when he was younger. He did know that he wanted Gohan. His teacher in his time hadn’t been gay but Mirai had lusted after him all the same, and this Gohan…he was…gentler, more caring towards him, not like his mentor who had seemed harsh. Mirai realized now it was just because of the way their timeline had turned out but I couldn’t count the times he’d wished that his teacher had been more tender and affectionate to him. He shook his head, ridding himself of thoughts of his old sensei.

His hand tightened on the door handle and he slowly pushed the door open, recoiling slightly when heavy steam rushed out to greet him. He smirked again and glided in, silently closing the door behind him, suppressing his ki. Gohan’s smooth wet outline was silhouetted against the misted glass of the shower and Mirai’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as he felt himself get hard. He undressed hurriedly, making an effort to be quiet as he padded across the floor to the shower. He reached out to grasp the handle and stopped when he heard a low moan from inside.

He stared though the opaque glass at Gohan’s unmoving back and realized with a smirk what the Son was doing. He could hear Gohan’s heavy breathing over the sound of the shower now and bit his lip reaching down to cup his own aching erection, rubbing a finger over his tip, smearing the precum gathering there. He stroked lightly, bracing a hand against the edge of the shower and tried to suppress a moan when he heard Gohan whispering his name. He couldn’t take much more of this and with the fact confirmed that Gohan wanted him he stepped back and boldly opened the shower door.

Gohan whipped around, surprise on his face turning to shame when he realized who stood there. His mouth dropped open when he saw that Mirai was naked and sporting an erection to match his. His cock twitched, giving him away and he gasped as Mirai stepped forward into the shower,closing the door then crushing their lips together. His hands reached up to fist in long lavender strands as they crashed against the tiled wall, Mirai’s hands reaching around to cup his ass.

Gohan moaned as the kiss deepened, Mirai thrusting his tongue possessively into Gohan’s mouth, coaxing his own to react. Mirai rubbed their wet, slick bodies together and Gohan broke the kiss to gasp as his arousal ground against Mirai’s.

Mirai smirked and lit a trail of fire down Gohan’s neck to his nipples, tongue flicking out to tease. Gohan shuddered and turned his face to the side, pressing his burning cheek to the cold tile and arching his hips off the wall as Mirai’s tongue dipped lower, into his navel, teeth grazing along his abs.

Mirai kneeled on the shower floor, running his hands up the backs of Gohan’s thighs and back down again, gently scraping his blunt nails on the backs of his knees. He leaned forward, eyes fixed on Gohan’s face as his tongue darted out and slid against Gohan’s seeping tip. Gohan groaned and wound his hands tighter in Mirai’s hair, eyes hazy with want as he stared down at his fantasy come to life. Mirai smirked and engulfed Gohan’s head, tongue swirling. Gohan’s legs buckled and Mirai’s hands caught his hips, holding him upright as he worked his mouth over him. Gohan shuddered and moaned, curling forward then arching his back, jerking when Mirai reached up to cup his sac, gently massaging. Mirai’s mouth left Gohan and he quickly sucked on his fingers before returning to his engorged cock.

Gohan cried out when Mirai deep throated him, swallowing around him and teased his entrance, working a slick finger past his tight ring of muscle and thrusting it shallowly. He moaned and writhed against the wall when a second was added, then a third, all three scissoring and stretching him. Mirai left his cock and stood up, fingers still working and pulled the Son’s head down to kiss Gohan’s swollen lips. He bent slightly and hooked one of Gohan’s legs up, pressing his hand to the wall beside them.

Gohan moaned as the fingers left him, feeling empty until he felt the thick head of Mirai’s cock pressing into him. Mirai gritted his teeth and slowly slid forward till he was fully sheathed, both gasping for breath in the steamy air. Mirai pressed the full length of his body against Gohan, crushing him against the wall as he plundered his sweet mouth. Gohan thrust his hips back against Mirai, a deep blush staining his cheeks, as the future prince started to move in long, deep motions.

Mirai tried to last, tried to hold out against that hot, unbearable tightness surrounding him. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, speeding up and listening to Gohan’s groans of pleasure, feeling that tight sheath contract around him. He slid a hand between their slippery bodies and grasped Gohan’s neglected erection, curling his fist around it and stroking in time with his quick, sharp thrusts. Gohan shrieked and came in long spurts, coating their chests. Mirai moaned, lust-hazed eyes rolling up in his head, mouth sagging open as he felt Gohan get even tighter. He reached down and hooked Gohan’s other leg up, pressing him to the wall. He thrust deeply a few more times into him before it was too much and he came, shouting Gohan’s name, jerking his hips against his lover.

They collapsed and slid to the floor together, the shower’s spray washing away the evidence of their desire. Mirai let go of Gohan’s legs and they dangled over his hips as he leaned forward to kiss him, tongue lazily circling. Gohan moaned as he felt the limpness still in him harden slightly and he rolled his hips back against Mirai, breaking the kiss and grinning teasingly, glad they were saiyan.

Mirai growled and lowered him to the floor of the shower to fuck him again.


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This chapter specially updated for Jenn! Was going to leave it for another few days before updating but because she\'s actually reviewing i thought i\'d be nice...*grin*

Wooo! *hands Jenn a box of \'Mirai and Gohan in a -comprimising postion- Chocolates\'*