Never Again

Never Again

By: Freewater

Ratings: R Male/Male relationships in this story, you have been warned

Warnings: I would have to say a lot of angst, mentions of rape.

Disclaimers: I don NOT own these characters, nor do I claim to. This story was made for the hell of it without profit.

Pairings: YAOI! Gh-Tr

Notes: These things here ooooo are for a change in time, scenery or character. And this will also be an Alternate Universe fic. Pan was never born to Videl.

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Trunks only stared at where Gohan stood in the doorway to his office, his hand still gripping the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles began to turn an unhealthy looking white. Looking at him as if he either wanted to kill him or eat him.

Trunks didn’t take his eyes from him even when the need to blink arose. Breathing heavily through his nose and completely frozen on the spot as he stared back at him.

The look Gohan was giving him was a hungry one, his black eyes not moving from where they were transfixed on him by the window. He was breathing heavily also, smelling the scent that Trunks unwittingly emitted and hypnotizing him into wanting him so bad that it was causing him actual physical pain to be without him.

The scar on Trunks’ neck itched terribly, but he didn’t bring a hand up to try and stop the problem. His mind was elsewhere.

Mainly on the enticing scent that Gohan was giving off.

Blood moon or not, they were half bonded, and this time they were both in heat.

When Trunks broke out running for where Gohan stood, the dark haired demi wasted no time in running towards him as well and meeting him halfway across the room when the younger man jumped into his arms and succeeded in tackling him to the floor with a loud thud.

This was the itch that he needed to scratch, *this* was what he had to do. He didn’t know why, and frankly, he didn’t care. Both his and Gohan’s heat was enough to make his mind take over and order his body into autopilot as he bit into Gohan’s bottom lip until drawing blood.

The older saiyan only moaned at the act, panting hard when Trunks took his teeth away and started to furiously kiss him instead. The taste of blood on his lips and the smell of it now in the air only heightening their need for each other.

If Trunks had any control over his body, then he probably would have told it to stop, that he didn’t want what they were about to do, and that he didn’t want to complete their bond. And knowing that, Gohan would have stopped as well, knowing perfectly well that this wasn’t how he intended on finishing it and that it wasn’t how Trunks wanted to do it either.

But they had no control, and it wasn’t even the same as the last time when Gohan was outside of his body, looking down as it happened. This time, they were both trapped *inside* of their bodies, looking through their eyes as they ripped at each other’s clothes, kissed each other’s lips and teasingly nipped at each other’s necks. Half purring and half growling as they did.

Even their minds were affected. Because deep down, even if they had the abilities to fight it off, they knew that they wouldn’t.

One comfort that Gohan had though, was that at least Trunks was willing this time. And that he wouldn’t be forcing him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

Their saiyan instincts had completely taken them over. The need to mate and do it quickly was their top priority, especially since it had been so long since they had last been together.

Trunks’ human side refused to let them complete the bond, and by doing so he was unknowingly killing the both of them. Slowly but surely, it was happening.

Trunks straddled Gohan on the floor, allowing the older man to sit up before tearing his shirt off until all that remained was the tie around his neck and a few ripped pieces of fabric, making the older demi pant as he kissed his chest at a needy pace.

But now, their Saiyan sides had control, brought on by the blood moon, and they had no intentions of passing it up. Because truthfully, Trunks’ saiyan half yearned and cried for his mate, and Gohan’s saiyan half did the same, night after night after night, but they were ignored by their human thoughts and human wants.

Gohans’ need to stay away and respect Trunks’ wishes, and Trunks’ need to distance himself from Gohan out of spite and fear.

Gohan tore the belt off from around Trunks’ waist, throwing it away before making short work of his own shirt.

No longer would they separate themselves from each other over human thoughts that suddenly didn’t seem so important. To hell with it all! They were mated after all, and ten years was a long time to be separated from your soulmate.

There was a knock at the front door, but the woman on the other end didn’t bother waiting for an invitation before stepping inside.

It was Trunks’ secretary, Linda.

“Mr. Briefs, are you al--” She eeped at the sight that met her. The president of Capsule Corp and that man from earlier, on the floor and half naked, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were about to do.

Trunks turned his eyes towards her, and they were murderous towards the human that had dared to interrupt him and his mate, but his human side was still present enough to keep him from harming her. “Get. Out.” Was all he said, still glaring daggers at her while Gohan continued to feel him up and plant hot kisses on his neck and shoulders.

The mousey girl didn’t move. “Wh-what about your meetings?”

“CANCEL THEM!” Trunks barked, turning his attention, and his lips, back to Gohan, cupping his face with both hands as he devoured his mouth.

Having heard enough, Linda turned around and ran out the door, shutting it securely behind her.

Hopefully she wouldn’t get into too much trouble for that, but it wasn’t like she knew she was going to walk in on that.

She would just have to try and keep her mouth shut about what she had seen, and then perhaps she wouldn’t get into any trouble.

With the annoying human now out of the way, Trunks quickly got to work on tugging off Gohan’s pants, almost shredding them in his haste before roughly pushing him to the floor and pinning his hands on either side of his head. The sight of him naked beneath him with a pulsing erection only making Trunks want him all the more.

As if to prove that, he roughly ground his still clothed hard-on against Gohan’s naked arousal, and they both groaned and shuddered in ecstasy.

Even though he was enjoying himself quite a bit, Gohan didn’t like the position they were in at all. *He* was the dominant one! This was all wrong!

As if to make his point, he let out a low growl before kneeing the younger man in the side, effectively knocking the wind out of him before rolling them over so that he was on top.

Trunks growled back at him, but when his pants were torn from his body and his own erection was finally freed from its tight confinement he let out a low moan, forgetting all about their positions when Gohan spread his legs and thrust into him.

Having only been filled once before, and still not quite used to the sensation, Trunks screamed in a mixture of both pain and pleasure, and the sound was enough to make Gohan’s human side get enough control to stop what he was doing. Worried that he’d hurt him and praying to God that he hadn’t.

Trunks, however, wasn’t too appreciative of the delay, whether it was for his benefit or not, and he snarled at him.

“Well?” He demanded, eyes ablaze with impatience.

Gohan blinked. \"Well what?” He asked, his human side in almost total control now.

“Do something!” Trunks barked, wrapping his legs around Gohan’s waist to prevent him from going anywhere on him, and it was then that Gohan’s human thoughts broke on him once again. The need to mate returning in full force as he pulled out a bit before thrusting back in. A deep moan proof of the pleasure he was experiencing.

While Trunks went into it with no preparation whatsoever, the fact that his saiyan side was in control allowed whatever pain he was feeling to melt away into the back of his mind as if it were nothing at all within seconds. Allowing him to enjoy what Gohan was doing to him to the fullest. Arching his spine and clawing at Gohan’s back as he cried out every time that spot deep inside of him was hit. Thrusting his own hips in time with the darker demi’s to drive him deeper.

“Ohhhh God!” Trunks screamed, already feeling his climax building due to the amount of time spent being celibate, and he lifted himself up as much as he could before holding onto his mate tightly and sinking his teeth into his neck. Breaking the skin without any effort.

Gohan moaned deeply at the act, a flood of memories and thoughts surging through his whole being and heightening the sensations in his body. The feeling of his mate, clinging to him with his whole body with his teeth in his neck and his hands in his hair, his hot skin against his, it almost drove him over the edge.

Trunks was the first to scream out the effects of his orgasm, his teeth falling from the flesh of Gohan’s neck before spilling himself between the two of them in continuous streams, and with his muscles clenching, he tightened himself around Gohan enough to make him come within him. Letting out a monstrous roar of satisfaction and not caring who heard him.

They both passed out like that, tangled in each other and on the floor, with Gohan still inside of Trunks.

A few thoughts went through Gohan’s mind before he succumbed to sleep though, and while one of them was the awe he felt at how blood moon could have such an effect on them, the other was the dull reminder in the back of his head that the last time and and Trunks did this under blood moon...

...Trunks became pregnant...

To Be Continued............................

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