it's a kind of magic.

Saying Yamcha had been around was an understatement. He had not only Goku on his list, but Bulma, Tien, and Piccolo as well. All of these had been incidents from his teen years, but he knew these people well, and how to push their buttons. Smirking as he felt the meditating Namekian, Yamcha closed in, and landed behind him. Piccolo was training, as he usually trained, but as the turban fell, and his antennae were grabbed gently, the surprisingly soft hands of the human fighter caused his concentration to falter. Piccolo kept his eyes closed; unfolding his legs to stand on the ground, a mere moment from falling from the position he was hovering in.

“Yamcha…Stop that…you should remember what it does to me…”Piccolo’s eyes stayed closed, the sensitive receptors tormented by the human’s nimble hands.

Yamcha chuckled, moving to lead Piccolo to one of the many trees in the area. He smirked Piccolo hadn’t been this compliant since he had last walked in on him and Goku. Yamcha gently turned Piccolo so he was pressed back against a tree, lowering him with simple manipulation of his antennae. Soon Piccolo was on his knees, panting as he finally forced his eyes open, eyeing the zipper almost dancing in front of his eyes as Yamcha shifted his weight between his feet.

Piccolo shook his head, reluctantly pulling his antennae from Yamcha’s hungry hands, his cheeks tinting to a darker green as he blushed. “N-no…Yamcha…We promised last time…was the end…”

Yamcha chuckled, reaching down as he caressed Piccolo’s chin and cheek, reading the hunger in his eyes like a book. “Easy Piccolo…I know it’s been years since you’ve had someone showing you any affection.” Of course that only earned him a half-hearted glare, Piccolo’s hands having moved to Yamcha’s hips, stilling their tempting ways.

“I told you….years ago…I stopped…” Piccolo didn’t sound convincing, even to himself. Yamcha simply smirked, reaching to his zipper, inching it slowly down.

“Then why are you staring? And almost drooling? You stopped…once Goku left you…” That got Piccolo to look up at him, anger in his eyes as he stood, frowning. He opened his mouth to speak, but Yamcha beat him to the point, sliding two fingers deep into his mouth, which caught Piccolo off guard. “What would you say…if I told you Goku could be yours again?”

Piccolo reached up, and gently took Yamcha’s hand, pulling it from his mouth, before licking the slight drool from his lips. “He and Vegeta are together…he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore…”

Yamcha licked the saliva slowly, sensually from his fingers. Getting a shiver from Piccolo, who still hadn’t stopped panting. “You think he’s happy? That jerk of a Saiyan, controlling his life…you were better for him….he smiled more when he was with you…”

Piccolo frowned, looking down and away from Yamcha, thinking. It was true, since Goku had gotten together with Vegeta, he hadn’t seen as much of him as he use to, and even when he did see him, he didn’t have that same smile he use to. “Goku…wasn’t happy with me…he always said there was something missing…”

Yamcha grabbed Piccolo’s chin, turning him to face him as he leaned up, capturing his lips into a heated kiss, piccolo’s eyes closing as he let his hands move on their own accord, rubbing at the human’s hips, pulling them closer together. “You think he’s any happier with Vegeta? He controls his life…he treats him like shit…he was so glad when I went to visit…anything to make Vegeta settle down…he nearly jumped me when I landed…he deserves better Piccolo….he wants- no…he Needs you!”

Piccolo frowned, looking into the distance, feeling Vegeta’s and Goku’s power levels raising as they fought, or that’s what he told himself they were doing. “Are you sure?”

Yamcha pressed Piccolo back to the tree, gently forcing him to kneel as he leaned down, taking an antenna between his lips, enjoying the soft sounds Piccolo made as he gripped tighter to Yamcha’s hips, panting from the sensations. “I know you miss it…I know you want him…he misses you too…he wants you back…he needs your affection…Vegeta only cares about his needs…he doesn’t care about Goku’s feelings…”

Piccolo looked up as Yamcha continued to tease his antennae with his tongue, and frowned. “You use to be with him…why don’t you try and get him back?”

Yamcha smiled, caressing Piccolo’s cheek softly, before moving to rub his sensitive receptors once more. “I have Bulma…I have no need to ruin our relationship…even as tempting as it is to save Goku…she’d never forgive me…but we’ve all been worried about you…this is the best idea…if you can’t…I’ll go after Goku…but he doesn’t feel the same way about me as he does you…he asked about you…”

Piccolo ran his fingers slowly down Yamcha’s thighs, then back up, sliding his hand into Yamcha’s open fly, smirking at the groan he got as he caressed Yamcha’s slightly impressive package. “So…he actually asked about me?”

Yamcha’s grip changed as he gently squeezed, whimpering for more of Piccolo’s touch. “Y-yes…ngh…w-oh shit…when v-Vegeta wasn’t around…god I missed your hands…mmm…now I see w-why he…he wanted you…over me…”

Yamcha’s hands slipped as he blushed, Piccolo standing as he backed Yamcha to a tree, continuing to caress him through his boxers. “Indeed…Maybe I should go look in on Goku for myself…” Yamcha could only nod, his head tilting up to meet Piccolo’s lips, melting into the Nameckian’s touch and kiss, whimpering softly.

Ass soon as it started though, Piccolo removed himself from Yamcha, and walked off, leaving the human to only stand there, blushing, hard, and blinking. “I hate it when he does that…”

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I'm back in action! I no longer have a computer so this is a pain in the ass. and i'm working unsuscessfully on a FFVII fanfic, involving Vincent and tons of rape, but it's not looking too good. i need a play station and a FFVII game if i can complete it. which isn't working well... RNR!