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Forward	By : beccapenguin Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Lemon at the end of the chapter.

I apologize ahead of time if there's any typos or mistakes. I was really nervous when I was writing it so I couldn't edit it properly without getting anxious, haha.

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Trunks tilted his head, his vision looking past the window and out into the fields beyond. It was such a beautiful day that Trunks could hardly believe a storm had ravaged it just a few hours prior. There was not a single inch of gray in the sky.
Trunks turned his head toward the door. Normally Gohan woke him up in the morning, but even though Trunks could hear the young man moving around the house, he had not stopped by.
Thinking about his master made his face burn, especially when he was riddled with the memories of yesterday. But unlike before, Trunks felt more than just embarrassment when he thought about Gohan in such a way. Now he felt... happy.
He felt light inside when he thought about Gohan. He stopped and wondered how long he felt this way when he thought about the dark-haired warrior, but he just couldn't seem to pinpoint an exact time or moment where it all changed. It seemed to happen so naturally.
It was more than just admiration. It was more than just a crush. Could it be love?
Trunks buried his face into his knees, a scowl on his face. He thought of it all as ridiculous. The idea of love brought a bombardment of thoughts and images--valentines and dates and sappy movie monologues. The feelings he had for Gohan were much different from all of that.
There was no cuddling, presents or petnames. Outside of the dirty stuff, the most affection Gohan showed was a smile and the occasional headpat--something Gohan had done since they were kids.
However, when he dismissed the idea of their relationship being like that, he became saddened. There was no time for feelings when the androids were running rampant, Trunks reasoned.
But the possibility of Gohan only being interested in the sex, or the possibility that Gohan might not need him after they defeated the androids--or worse, that he only needed him because the androids were around in the first place--scared Trunks.
So if it wasn't love, then what exactly was it? Trunks felt his heart clench.
The lavender-haired boy looked once again at the door, where Gohan stood on the other side. Even if he couldn't sort out his feelings or understand them, he did know that he wanted to be by Gohan's side no matter what. He wanted to take their relationship as far as he could take it.
Soon, the blush returned. He wondered, exactly how far would it go? Trunks knew that two men could have sex, but he only had a vague idea of what it consisted of. He did know that his feelings for his teacher were growing, and his sexual curiosity was developing as well.
He decided not to ponder it any longer. He pulled himself out of bed and got dressed and went to meet Gohan.
When he walked out of the hall, he noticed the older demi-Saiyan was moving around busily. Trunks watched in confusion as Gohan appeared to be packing things in a small knapsack. When Gohan finally turned to the boy, it was after he had tied up his bag and thrown it over his shoulder.
"I'll be back later tonight."
This only puzzled Trunks more.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to train alone today. I'll be in the mountains. I need to catch up on some of my own training routines. Take it easy today and rest up."
He was leaving? Trunks couldn't understand. Gohan gave no warning of this, and he seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Everything about the situation made Trunks uncomfortable.
When Gohan reached the door, Trunks found himself chasing after him.
"Hold on! Take me with you. I'll train on my own as well. I promise not to get in the way."
Gohan glanced down at Trunks. At first, his expression seemed harder than usual, but when he made eye contact with Trunks, it seemed to mellow.
"It's just for today, Trunks," Gohan said. He placed a hand on Trunks' head, ruffling his hair like he usually did, but this time it didn't feel the same. Trunks began to worry.
He considered not saying anything, but in the end, he just wasn't content to let it go. He blurted out, "Are you upset about yesterday?" Gohan looked at him, surprised, but didn't say anything. Trunks continued, "I know it might not mean much, but when I'm with you Gohan, I..."
Trunks trailed off, his expression darkening. What the hell was he trying to say? Was he trying to confess? He inwardly berated himself. How foolish. This wasn't the time to talk about feelings.
Trunks' heart pounded against his chest. Finally, Gohan spoke up.
"Trunks, I'm sorry," he apologized. His face seemed sullen and Trunks couldn't understand the reason. "I crossed a line. Starting now, we have to go back to the way things were."
The words panicked Trunks. Go back to the way things were? To Trunks, it meant basically pretending that nothing had happened between them. Trunks couldn't fully comprehend what he felt, but he did know that he had certain undeniable feelings for Gohan. His feelings stretched further than just a pupil and his master or a friend with a friend.
Trunks' lack of response unnerved Gohan. The boy's expression appeared to be shocked and upset. Gohan's guilt began to settle deep inside of him. Going this far with Trunks was a mistake--he only wished he had caught it sooner before hurting the boy's feelings.
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Gohan asked, his voice firm.
"No," Trunks said, surprising them both. "You didn't cross a line. Where did you think you crossed a line?"
Gohan sighed. He dreaded that Trunks would feel heartbroken--but he didn't expect the boy to be so stubborn.
"C'mon, Trunks," Gohan said, exasperated. "You know what I mean. You're my student. You're my friend's son--hell, I've known you since you were born. There's ten years between us and you're barely a teenager, much less an adult.” When Trunks still looked concerned, Gohan crossed his arms and added firmly, “Trunks, don’t forget the promise you made me. You told me you wanted to learn to fight. We have to worry about the future. We have to set our personal feelings aside.”
“What are your feelings?” Trunks asked, staring at the ground. Gohan kept his face composed, but deep inside, he felt his stomach twist. His eyes softened.
   “Trunks, I really am sorry. Let’s not bring this up again.”
   Gohan’s words were unsatisfying. Trunks was still waiting for an answer.
The young man opened the door and didn't even say as much of a goodbye when he left. The door seemed to close extra loudly, and the house seemed extra empty when Gohan wasn't there.
He tried not to think about anything.
Not his mother. Not Trunks. Not Bulma. Not anyone.
He pushed all of those thoughts aside when he trained. He had gotten to a point where he could steel himself to not thinking about anything at all--but on days like today, when he was stressed and upset, there was too much on his mind not to think about it. And when he thought about his friends, family, and comrades, he thought about all of the ones that died.
The thoughts naturally overlapped. He couldn’t think about his loved ones without thinking about the ones he lost too. Whenever he transformed into a Super Saiyan, and his emotions rose, he could still feel his blood boil at the injustice of their deaths. Inside, he was consumed with a deep hatred for the androids.
How many more people would die if he didn’t stop them?
Could he even stop them?
Gohan spent the day training in the mountains, going back to the training schedule he had put aside to hone Trunks’ skills. Attached to him were heavy weights that Bulma had helped develop--they looked small but held an immense weight, similar to the weighted clothing that his father and mentors had worn before him.
   Even though he had increased the weight long ago, and his training had been more vigorous, his last encounter with the androids proved that he still wasn't quite on par with them. Now, they destroyed cities as they pleased, ran havoc and played games. Sure, he could stand up in a fight with them now--not like before when they tossed him aside--but it wasn’t enough.
   Would it ever be enough?
   “This is fucking stupid,” Gohan eventually growled to himself, as the sun was beginning to set. He pulled off the weights strapped to his wrist and threw them aside. The ground crumbled underneath their weight. His eyebrows furrowing, he blasted the damned contraption, before falling to the ground with the last of his energy, his Super Saiyan form fizzling out.
   When he thought about the stacks raised against him, it seemed pointless. A waste of time.
He took off the weights strapped to his ankles and set them aside. He fell back onto the ground and laid on his back for a few moments, trying to catch his breath.
“How did you do it?” Gohan said, glaring at the sky. “You made saving the world look so damn easy.”
   A breeze rolled through the mountainside. Dust flew off the edge of the cliff. The wind picked up, brushing against Gohan’s skin, tickling his face and blowing through his hair. He breathed in, and though his temper had settled, his gaze seemed to darken still. He imagined his father’s face somewhere up in the clouds he looked at.
   “Its not fair, you know--leaving us like that. Dying from a heart virus--I know it wasn’t a walk in the park, but damn...” Gohan closed his eyes, remembering the last days spent with his father. The man was bedridden, the virus clenching at his heart. He still remembered the way he screamed during the worst of his fevers. While he was sick, Gohan tried to step up and take over his role in the house, trying to keep the family together even though he was still just a boy. He remembered coming home, his mother teary-eyed as she broke the news when he finally passed. But then other faces appeared in his mind, and he finally opened his eyes. “Compared to everyone else, you had it so damned easy.”
   Goku never fought the androids. He died before all the troubles began. Without even realizing it, Gohan found himself laughing. The laughter sounded almost fake, but it was indeed genuine, and though he could not understand the meaning, he could not stop it either.
   “I wonder how I’ll go--a mistake? A failed attack strategy?” Tienshinhan and Chiaotzu. “Will I run into danger?” Vegeta. “Will it be a blast?” Yamcha. “A hole in the chest?” Krillin. “Or will I be ripped into pieces?” Piccolo.
   Gohan’s jaw clenched at the last thought. It had been years since, but the thought of his fallen mentor still dug into him. He could still remember the androids clearly, their mocking faces, as they toyed with the Namekian’s regeneration abilities until they were finally bored with him and slaughtered him. Not only did he lose his mentor, but humanity also lost their last hope of using the dragonballs. When it had happened, the rage was so great that Gohan developed his Super Saiyan abilities--but his fighting was still so poorly developed that it didn’t even matter. The androids kicked him to the curb and left him there without batting an eye.
   In the end, when he thought about it, he couldn’t even be mad at his father.
   He could only be mad at himself.
As he laid there, his mind drifted. He wondered how he made it to this point. Sure, he was a good fighter, but there was more to surviving than just physical strength. Most of his friends were dead--and even so, Gohan still had his sanity (or at least a part of it).
When he wondered about it, the faces of his loved ones appeared in his mind. Among them, his mother, Bulma, and Trunks stood out the most. He really did care about them all--but lately, he had been putting them all aside in his quest to go after the androids.
He couldn't help it--he didn't go after the androids just because of vengeance or responsibility. He chased after them out of fear of losing what little he had left.
Even so, he felt guilty for the way he had been acting. The last conversation he had with his mother had been an argument--she tried to convince him not to chase after the androids anymore. When Gohan refused, she left--unable to handle the idea of her son pursuing his own death.
He saw it in Bulma too. No matter how headstrong or stubborn the woman was, he still saw the fear in her eyes. She tried to convince him many times to give up, but he always ignored her requests.
Trunks was the only one who seemed to understand how Gohan felt. When he approached Gohan and asked him to train him, he had to admit that he was happy. For the first time, it felt like someone understood him, and the burden did not feel as heavy with company around.
Gohan’s gaze lowered at the thought of Trunks. He still wasn’t sure how to face his student. He couldn’t deny that his feelings for his young friend were developing, but he was afraid of what they would lead to. He already felt like he had gone too far. There were the androids to worry about. Gohan already felt like training the boy was distracting him from his true goal, though he still had the hopes that he and Trunks would be able to defeat the androids together--assuming neither of them were killed beforehand. Not to mention that Trunks was too young, and their positions were too compromising, and above all--
Gohan’s eyes darkened. In the end, with the androids around and his life on a gamble, did any of that really matter?
   “You’re back!” Trunks exclaimed, hurrying to the door.
   Gohan blinked in surprise, having barely made it into the house without being bombarded. He was surprised Trunks was even still awake--the sun had been down for quite some time before he made it back. Despite their conversation from earlier, Trunks was excited to see him. Gohan smiled for him, despite the guilt tugging at his heart.
   “Yeah, I’m back.” Gohan’s expression turned a bit more serious. “I also wanted to apologize--for everything. I should’ve worked things out instead of running away.”
   Trunks’ gaze lowered, in his excitement to be reunited with Gohan, he had almost forgotten the whole ordeal.
   “Its okay,” he said. “We can talk about it later. For now, I’m just happy to have you back.”
   Gohan was relieved by Trunks’ response--he wasn’t really sure how to talk about it anyways. He took off his boots at the door before starting to unload his bag and put his things away.
   Trunks stood in the living room, watching him, fidgeting with the edges of his sleeves. He wanted to talk to Gohan all day but one look at his mentor prevented him. The dark-haired man looked exhausted. His eyes spoke words on how tired he was, mentally and physically. Trunks was sure that it was from training, but he worried that his older friend was also stressed about seeing him again.
   Trunks watched Gohan finish unpacking his things and walk toward the radio. Without even being able to help it, Trunks hurried over and stood between him and the radio.
“I was listening to it earlier today,” he said when Gohan eyed him suspiciously. Trunks’ eyes lowered--he couldn’t explain his actions, but something about seeing Gohan in the state he was in worried him. Gohan needed rest--the stupid machine would only add unnecessary stress. “It seems like they’re trying to track the androids. They’re away from West City, for now at least, but they only have speculations as to where they are. They said they move from place to place too quickly to keep track.”
Gohan felt unsatisfied not being able to hear it for himself, but he knew what Trunks was up to and felt it wasn’t right to argue with the boy and so he let it be.
“Did you eat yet?” Gohan asked, moving into the kitchen.
Truthfully, Trunks had his last meal pretty early and wouldn’t have minded eating again, but he didn’t want to make Gohan do anything else.
“I’m fine. I’m probably going to go to sleep. What are you going to do?”
Gohan paused, seeming to be deep in thought, almost as if he was thinking of a reason to stay awake. “I guess I will too.”
When Gohan glanced at Trunks, Trunks forced a smile, though his mind was racing with concern. The two walked into the hallway at the same time, and as Trunks paused at his door with his hand on the doorknob, Gohan finally spoke up.
“Everything alright?”
Trunks looked back, the same question racing through his head. He was unsure of what to say. He looked to Gohan, almost as if waiting to be told the answer, but was met with an expression that was unreadable.
Trunks couldn't find a proper response, but Gohan spoke up anyways.
“You’re the only one that understands me.”
The words were spoken in a low voice, treated almost like a secret, and Gohan diverted his eyes as if it were. Trunks felt his face burn, wondering what Gohan meant.
“Even so, I can’t get involved with you.”
Trunks’ jaw clenched.
“Maybe if the circumstances were different--maybe if we didn’t live in this nightmare, maybe if we were different people, it would work. But this is the life we must live with, and we have a responsibility to fix this world.”
This world. A world with androids. A world with destruction and fear.
“Maybe when the fight is over--”
“I can’t wait that long,” Trunks blurted out. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “It might not even be possible. What if something happens? Wouldn’t it better to just--”Trunks stopped himself, realizing he was going too far, but he could feel his anxiety getting the better of him. There was a book of things he had that he just wanted to scream out, and he just couldn’t bring himself to staying quiet any longer. “Wouldn’t it be better to just enjoy the time we have?”
Gohan didn’t say anything, and Trunks didn’t dare to look him in the eye out of fear. Instead he pressed on while he could, adding quietly, “I mean, if that’s really what you think, then you must feel something for me too.”
Something. Trunks still couldn’t place a word on what that something was. But at this point, with Gohan so distant from him, Trunks didn’t need something. He’d take anything--anything at all, any sign that he saw him as more than just a student.
A moment’s silence passed. Trunk awaited the oncoming lecture but soon felt a hand underneath his chin turning his face.
Trunks blinked in surprise as Gohan looked him in the eyes with a strange expression. Trunks couldn't quite comprehend the intensity in Gohan's eyes--but he definitely recognized it as the same from before--yesterday, back in that kitchen, before he pushed Trunks to his knees and asked, Will you help me?
Gohan pressed his mouth against Trunks', the boy letting out a slightly muffled gasp. Gohan never let go of Trunks' chin, choosing to hold the boy's face roughly in place as he pressed harder against the younger’s lips.
The boy was in shock, half-expecting it to be a joke, the back of his mind waiting for the rejection that was sure to come. He could not feign his surprise as Gohan reached down into his pants, nor could he prevent the gasp as Gohan pressed his warm hand against his cock.
His back was pushed against the bedroom door, his mouth captured in another searing kiss as his member began to stiffen underneath the attention was Gohan was giving it. He groaned as Gohan’s lips brushed against the skin of his cheek, kissing the shell of his ear and making him shiver. Eventually those lips travelled to his throat, suckling on the side of his neck, and even though it was all happening so quickly and unexpectedly, Trunks found himself shuddering, gasping, as his skin heated at the caresses he was given.
Gohan grabbed for Trunks’ erection, pumping the boy’s cock the best he could through the confines of his clothes. Gohan knew that there would surely be consequences to this, but fuck it, he was tired and past the point of caring, past the point of stopping himself.
Eventually the garments were too much of a burden and so Gohan roughly pulled Trunks’ clothes past his erection. The unrestrained, quickened movements of Gohan’s hand soon had Trunks trembling. The combination of Gohan’s lips against his skin and his skillful hands had Trunks in pure ecstasy. He was weak underneath Gohan’s touch.
The pleasure overcame him and he found himself sinking to the ground. Gohan didn’t stop, helping him lay out on the ground, the older man climbing on top of him and placing a kiss on his temple.
Trunks looked up at Gohan, his lavender hair splayed out on the hard floor beneath him, his eyes full of desire, his breath heavy and cheeks flushed. Laying on top of him, something seemed to register in Gohan’s brain. For the first time since they started, Gohan finally looked conflicted.
Trunks sensed this, and not wanting to lose him, he leaned up and kissed Gohan again, their mouths lingering for a moment, their tongues exploring and tasting one another. Trunks wanted to keep him--to hold onto him for as long as possible.
He took it further, his hand--normally tentative to touch--reached down to stroke Gohan's cock through the material. The older male moaned into the kiss, the sound guttural and passionate.
Gohan held the back of Trunks' head, kissing the boy deeply, as he adjusted his body over his student's. He pulled Trunks' shirt off completely, his mouth taking in one of Trunks' nipples. Trunks cried out loud. A tongue pressed against the sensitive spot, making the lavender haired boy gasp, before kissing down the boy's stomach.
Gohan pulled off the rest of Trunks' clothing quickly and dove down, immediately taking Trunks' erection into his mouth. Trunks nearly yelped in surprise as Gohan's hot mouth encased his member.
Trunks' head fell back against the hard floor, and he covered his face in an attempt to hold back his moans. Gohan's mouth moved expertly up and down Trunks' straining cock, each movement sending a wave of pleasure up and down Trunks' spine. Gohan relished the way Trunks moaned and shivered in pleasure, feeling his own cock harden at the boy's outcries.
But Gohan wasn't entirely satisfied. His hard cock only made him that much more desperate--Gohan reached up, his fingers brushing against Trunks' lips.
The boy's eyes widened in surprise as the digits suddenly invaded his mouth.
"Get them wet," Gohan demanded, his husky voice sending shivers up Trunks' spine though he was not sure what Gohan was planning.
Gohan moaned as the boy sucked at his fingers--imagining how it would feel to have his cock there instead, pressed against the boy's velvet tongue, but he decided that could wait for another time. Once Gohan was satisfied, he pulled away the digits, and resumed sucking on Trunks' cock.
This time, however, Gohan pressed a digit against Trunks' entrance.
At first, Trunks blinked in surprise, not really comprehending what was going on. But when the finger pushed its way inside, he made a noise torn between a gasp and a yelp.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his face reddening. Gohan seemed to ignore him, his mouth still working on Trunks' cock--the boy teetering back and forth between pleasure and discomfort.
Gohan seemed to move inside of Trunks almost experimentally--trying to get his protégé used to the feeling while also stretching him.
Trunks' toes curled at the weird, foreign sensation, and his expression clenched as he tried to get used to the feeling. He wasn’t sure why Gohan was doing what he was doing, but he still trusted him deeply.
When Gohan entered the second finger, Trunks groaned, and when both of them entered him fully, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it. Gohan paused, noticing the way Trunks trembled. He sensed that Trunks was trying but unable to relax, and focused on pleasuring Trunks' cock. His lavish attention was almost enough to distract Trunks, and despite the feeling of being stretched so fully, he found himself blushing and moaning still.
Gohan, as focused as he appeared, was actually beginning to grow impatient and needy. He considered at one point moving this to the bedroom, where Trunks might be more comfortable, but he couldn’t break himself away long enough to do that. His erection was still trapped underneath his clothes, pressing hotly against his skin. The boy's writhing and moaning turned him on, and more than anything he really just wanted to get it over with and fuck Trunks then and there. Still, the reasonable side of him stopped him. He didn't want to hurt Trunks.
When Trunks seemed to have forgotten about the intruding digits, that's when Gohan started to move again. The fingers pushed in, making Trunks wince, before pulling out again. It seemed to repeat, thrusting inside of Trunks repeatedly. The weird sensation started to dull out, but was still entirely uncomfortable.
Gohan scissored his fingers, trying to stretch out Trunks as much as possible. He shuddered slightly at the tightness of Trunks' hole, his imagination only brinking on the edge of what it could possibly feel like once he was inside--and he would be inside.
The feeling began to numb down entirely, but when a third finger pressed in, that was when Trunks cried out. Gohan paused, struggling to keep up with his ministrations, and focused on sucking Trunks' cock. Trunks, though his eyes were clenched and his expression mixed, finally came.
Gohan sensed it coming, and pulled his mouth away, jerking on Trunks' cock while he spilled his load. Having been on the edge for so long, his pleasure stopped only by his discomfort, when he came--he came hard. Trunks found himself loudly voicing his climax, and even felt tears burn at his eyes from the intensity of his orgasm.
Trunks shuddered as his body relaxed, trying to calm down from his orgasm. Gohan let the boy breathe, cursing for a moment--thinking that his plans were now foiled, since he didn't have anything to distract Trunks.
However, Gohan was determined. Once Trunks had come down, he began to move the three digits once again. Trunks winced at the feeling and even considered asking Gohan to stop, but he looked at Gohan, he changed his mind.
Gohan's eyes were dark with desire, his expression somewhat strained. Trunks could see the outline of Gohan's erection through his pants, and Trunks shuddered.
In the end, he really did want Gohan. He just wasn't sure how it would work--the feeling of his fingers alone was so intense. He had seen Gohan’s cock, had held it in his hand and sucked it too. Gohan’s cock was long and thick--Trunks remembered the way his mouth stretched and ached around the young man’s large dick. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel inside, replacing the fingers.
But finally, Gohan had reached the limits of his patience and withdrew. Gohan pulled off his shirt, and Trunks found himself reddening at the sight of Gohan's chiseled body, even though he had seen it many times before. Gohan also hurried and undid his pants, wetting his strained cock with spit.
Gohan urged Trunks to his knees, pulling the younger demi into his lap. Trunks shivered slightly in anticipation, not sure what to expect. It wasn't until Gohan's cock lined up with his entrance did Trunks begin to feel worried.
"Sorry," Gohan breathed, almost as if he had sensed Trunks' apprehension. Trunks said nothing--he only cried out as the large member began to press against him.
"Gohan," Trunks breathed, as his teacher's thick cock began to push inside, breaking past Trunks' entrance. His hands instinctively reached for Gohan’s shoulders, clenching on, his nails digging into the skin. He seemed to pull away from the painful feeling, but Gohan held him firmly by his hips, and instead guided him further down.
"Mm... Trunks," Gohan moaned uncontrollably, as his cock sunk deep inside Trunks' opening. Trunks' eyes stung at the pain of his virginity being taken, as he was impossibly stretched by Gohan's thick girth. When he reached the base, he finally stopped, and noticed Trunks' mixed expression. "Are you alright?" Gohan said as he noticed Trunks wasn't saying anything.
"I'm fine just--be slow," Trunks breathed.
Gohan began to feel patient again, despite the unbelievable feeling surrounding his cock. The teen's virgin hole felt incredible wrapped around Gohan's thick cock.
Gohan began moving in shallow thrusts, careful not to hurt Trunks. Trunks winced as Gohan moved. It hurt to the point that Trunks believed it was going to be impossible. But Gohan seemed to be enjoying himself and Trunks couldn't resist the sound of his moans--so he withstood it the best he could.
The heat clenched around Gohan's dick felt amazing. He didn't want to take advantage of Trunks but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Trunks' ass just seemed to swallow Gohan’s dick--and the sight of Trunks in his lap, his red cheeks and his gasping face close to his, was becoming hard to resist. He really, more than anything, just wanted to throw away his caution and just fuck him like crazy.
When he heard no protests, he began to make longer thrusts. Trunks bit his bottom lip. It didn't hurt so much anymore, shifting back into that weird and uncomfortable state, as Gohan thrusted in and out of him.
"Fuck... Trunks..." Gohan moaned, trying to suppress his moans. The boy was so hot and tight. Despite the pain, the sound of his mentor's shuddering breaths calling his name caused a tingle to run down Trunks' spine. He noticed the way his master’s eyes looked--brighter, as if he was brought back from the dead. Despite the strangeness of what was happening, Trunks had never felt such a closeness to Gohan, and it brought him a small sense of happiness.
"Does it feel good?" Trunks asked.
"It feels amazing," Gohan responded, his voice breathy. Despite his discomfort, Trunks felt warm and pleased.
Gohan continued this for awhile. Eventually Trunks got used to the feeling and--when he asked for permission--he allowed Gohan to go faster. Soon Gohan was thrusting deeper and faster into Trunks’ tight hole--bouncing him up and down onto his cock, the boy panting and groaning as he was plunged repeatedly onto the young man's cock.
"Shit," Gohan whispered. It felt amazing, and each thrust was greeted by a sweet-sounding groan. Gohan licked a trail up Trunks' chest, tasting the sweat off his skin. He kissed up to Trunks’ shoulder, where he bit him.
Trunks groaned at the sharp pain on his shoulder. Gohan pulled out of Trunks--causing Trunks to gasp slightly at the sudden emptiness--before pushing the back of Trunks' head toward the hard floor.
"Uhm," was all Trunks said, not sure what was happening as he was bent over. Gohan began to push against Trunks' opening. Trunks moaned quietly as his body was filled once again, the warmth filling him from the inside. Something about the way Gohan slipped into Trunks' body made Trunks shudder--again and again. "G... Gohan."
The sound of Trunks gasping his name drove him mad. Gohan was beginning to lose all sense. Trunks' tight ass was calling for him--asking to be fucked and pounded senselessly. He thrust deeply and quickly into him--and Trunks soon found himself moaning as his body grew hot and weak.
Something about the animalistic way Gohan fucked him, or maybe it was the change of position, or maybe because it was so soon after his first climax, caused a part of Trunks to shiver and gasp--quickly regaining his erection.
He couldn't believe the pleasure coming from inside him--his young body shook and tingled at the feeling, his toes clenched. Gohan's cock was thick, stretching him and fucking him, and it felt so good that Trunks was beginning to crave the friction.
His cock started to leak precum as Gohan pounded into him. He was beginning to see stars, the only feeling that kept him tied to the earth was the dull ache he was beginning to feel in his hips as he kept his legs spread for his teacher, as well as the pain in his knees and elbows rocking against the hard floor as he tried to keep steady as Gohan thrust into him.
Gohan's body was flushed. The sight of Trunks on his knees, giving away his virginity, and the sounds of illicit pleasure he was giving off, was driving Gohan insane. The smell of sex was thick in the air, driving Gohan's senses crazy.
To relieve the pressure in his lower body, Trunks tried to get up on his hands--the task was difficult, as Gohan was still thrusting--and the change of angle made both demi-Saiyans gasp loudly.
Gohan's nails dug into Trunks' hips as he pounded away. Trunks didn't protest, too overwhelmed by the pleasure in his body to recognize the pain.
"Nn, fuck, Trunks," Gohan moaned. "It feels so good inside you."
Trunks was too busy moaning to give any coherent response, but Gohan's words still made his face flush.
"Shit, I'm going to cum," Gohan groaned.
As promised, with a few last erractic thrusts, Gohan came inside of Trunks. Gohan moaned breathlessly as he rocked his hips to his orgasm, savoring the feeling and wanting it to last. Gohan couldn't remember the last time he had orgasmed for so long.
Trunks gasped and shivered as Gohan's warm seed coated his insides.
Gohan panted heavily, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out. When he did, his seed spilled out of Trunks. Gohan flushed at the sight--next time he was alone, he would definitely look back fondly on that visual note.
Trunks stayed in position for a moment, still panting and shaking from his rough handling. When he regained his breath, he sat back and wiped the sweat from his brow. His neglected erection twitched, and Trunks didn’t even get a chance to glance at it before a pair of arms wrapped around his middle.
Trunks blinked in surprise as Gohan pulled him back into his chest. Trunks shivered at the heated skin pressed against his back, and shivered once more when the young man’s hand travelled around his hip.
“Open your legs,” Gohan instructed. Trunks spread his knees, beginning to feel somewhat embarrassed and tense. His lips parted as Gohan grabbed his sensitive erection.
He was exhausted. A bit sweaty. A bit sore. But when Gohan touched him, he began to feel a bit more relaxed.
The tips of Gohan's fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, tickling the skin. Gohan brought the free hand up into Trunks' thick hair, tilting his head just enough to kiss and suck at the skin of his neck. The feeling was sensual, almost relaxing, and Trunks could feel himself melting into those arms once again.
Gohan repositioned his free arm, his hands leaving Trunks' hair and reached for his chest. The long fingers tweaked at a nipple, sending a jolt down Trunks' spine. Trunks part moaned part gasped at the sensation.
Gohan sped up his hand, eventually jerking Trunks to his climax. The boy shuddered as he came, his hips trembling as his orgasm racked through his body. When the orgasm subsided, his body fell deeply into Gohan's arms, completely exhausted.
Trunks wasn't sure what to say or do next. He wasn't sure where this left him and Gohan.
But when he felt something brush against his hair, he recognized it as a kiss, and decided not to question it.

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A/N: As a heads up, the next few updates might be a bit slower. Most of the chapters thusfar were partly pre-written, whereas the last few chapters are going to be mostly written from scratch.

I hope the ending didn't feel too rushed. I had a hard time transitioning between scenes without dragging out the story/pacing. Anyways, please let me know what you think. I've never written a lemon before so I'm not sure how I did. Thanks for reading!
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