An Angel's Tale

Author’s Note: LEMONAIDE!! This involves some spicy sex between consenting adults, and by spicy I mean light bondage and spanking. If you don’t like it, skip it. One chunk will be repeated as an author’s note at the end because it’s important, but other than that…
Enjoy!!
J.
Together Again
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z, as should be evident by the fact that Gohan has never been in leather. ;)
Lunch with Sera and the band had been an interesting learning experience. Gohan had learned quite a bit about his sons and their lives. Sera, though, was mostly quiet throughout the meal. If he didn’t know better, Gohan would’ve sworn that she was afraid of him. Or, more specifically, how he was going to react to the fact that his sons only knew him through pictures from high school and stories their mother told them. He had to admit, he’d be upset if she showed them the pictures from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
After lunch, they parted ways again. Gohan and Pan to go comb costume shops, the band to practice, and Sera to pick her nephew Faolin and his girlfriend Quillan up from the airport. Quillan had exams on Tuesday and hadn’t been able to come any sooner, and their flight wasn’t supposed to arrive until 7:00 p.m.
It turned out to be harder to find a Gene Simmons costume on short notice than Gohan had anticipated, so by 8:30, he decided to take a page from a magazine (literally). He got a black suit, the black-with-silver-flames platform boots, and decided to just paint his face, like the picture in that ran in an Italian fashion magazine.
He was afraid of running late by the time he took his costume pieces home and turned around to fly back to “their spot.” It was on the shore of one of the lakes that Capsule Corp owned. Away from the city; it had been the perfect spot for a young couple to arrange several forbidden rendezvous. Now, it would serve as the backdrop for that same couple’s reunion.
Gohan landed a few hundred yards from the edge of the forest surrounding the lake, choosing to walk the last little bit of the distance. From the edge of the forest he was able to see Sera sitting on a rock at the edge of the lake. He stopped and stared, mesmerized. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chin, and her arms crossed on top of them. Her long black suede skirt fanned out around her legs, the soft leather caressing her skin just as he longed to. Her silk shirt was the same dark burgundy as her hair, as if it had been dyed to match the braid that fell to her waist. The last rays of the sunset gave her pale skin a golden glow, and turned the silent teardrops on her cheeks to gems tracing glittering paths down her face.
She looked up when he entered the clearing around the lake, frantically trying to wipe the tears away. “Gohan, I’m sor…” her words were cut off with a kiss.
His hands cupped her face tenderly when the kiss ended. “Angel, you don’t have to apologize. We’re both at fault, and both the victim. I should’ve come looking for you.”
“I shouldn’t have listened to her, though. I should’ve kicked the shit out of her right then and there,” Sera said. The tears threatened again to fall.
He pulled her close, savoring the feel of her body next to his again. The height difference had her face buried into the broad expanse of his chest. “Shh, it’s alright. We’re together now, and unless you choose otherwise, nothing can come between us again.”
His arms tensed around her and he pressed his face into her hair. “Do you still love me?” he asked, and she could hear the worry in his voice. No, not worry, she realized suddenly. It was fear that colored his voice. Fear that she would refuse him after all this time.
She looked up, and raised a hand to play with the stiff jet locks of his hair. “Of course I still love you, Gohan.” She chuckled slightly under her breath, “I thought you hated me. I kept sending pictures of the boys, and you never wrote back. Never called or came to visit. It wasn’t until I got here that I realized that you might never have gotten any of it.” She pulled back enough to look into his eyes, and saw her tears mirrored there. “There is no force in Heaven, Hell, or on Earth, short of God himself, that could make me stop loving you.”
That made him hug her tighter, and the next thing she knew, he was flying them over the lake. “I called and had Bulma get the cabin ready this afternoon. I was hoping you still felt that way.” Another flash of uncertainty chased through his eyes, “If I’m moving too fast for you, tell me. I don’t want to r…”
Now it was her turn to cut him off with a kiss. Pulling back just enough to whisper, she said, “Gohan, if you think this is too fast, you’ve been around too many slow people lately. Get us there so we can use some of this heat between us.”
Moments later, they landed. The door slid open automatically, and as soon as it closed clothes started flying. Their mouths were pressed together, passion melding them like the soft progression of twilight into darkness. When they parted for him to guide the delicate silk of her blouse over her head, she asked breathlessly, “Vanilla, or something spicier?”
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The only answer was a commanding growl from the back of his throat as he reclaimed her lips. It had been so long since he’d allowed his Saiyan side to take control during sex; since Sera had left, as Videl had never allowed him to dominate her. Once they were down to just boxers for him, lingerie for her, he lifted her into his arms. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck to hold on.
He carried her into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed with her still in his arms. He laid her back against the pillows and stood up. “Unbraid your hair, Angel. Same safeword, okay?”
She sat up and pulled the braid around. “Yes, master,” she answered in a seductively submissive voice.
He turned to take a silk rope, a soft leather flogger, and a suede-covered paddle from a side table. His voice took on a stern note as he said, “Tell me the safeword, so I can be sure you remember it, or this ends now.” He turned to look at her.
Her long hair was fanned around her to frame her pale body. Her black silk bra, panties, and garter belt matched the silk sheet she lay on perfectly. “The safe word is ‘Chi-Chi,’ master.”
He nodded, his voice caught in his throat for a moment. It took him a moment, drinking her in with his eyes, before he was able to speak again. “Very good. Do you want to use any kind of protection, Angel?”
“No, master, unless you wish it,” she breathed. “I would love to carry your child again if we are so blessed, master.”
Gohan smiled as he approached the bed. “Very well, Angel. But before you can have a reward like that, you have to be punished for keeping my sons from me.” His smile was replaced by a stern look. “Choose your punishment: twenty-five swats with the paddle onto that firm ass, or fifty lashes on you back and ass.”
She looked at him. “Master, I would choose both; since I kept two sons from you I should have two punishments.”
He nodded. “Take off your bra, then on your knees, and hold your hands to the bedposts.” Once she had, he tied her hands to the posts with the silk rope. “You are to count aloud each swat, and each lash. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.”
He knelt behind her on the bed and ran his large hands over the soft expanse of thigh above her stockings. “Are these panties easily replaceable?” he asked in a low tone.
“Yes, they are, master,” she replied. Then she moaned as he ripped them in half, throwing the pieces to opposite ends of the room. Another moan escaped her lips as he traced his finger along the lines of the intricate feather tattoo that covered her back like a cloak.
He was remembering the night she got it. He had used the dragonballs to wish her stronger than a normal human, able to make love to him without him having to hold back. It had first appeared as a pair of glorious, rainbow-colored feathered wings actually protruding from her shoulder blades. She learned quickly to concentrate on them and turn them different, individual colors or into the tattoo across her entire back. He had gotten his tattoo that night, so that if anyone asked about it, they had gotten them together.
Her shiver of anticipation brought his mind back to the here-and-now. He moved to the side of her, just slightly, so he could have a better angle for the paddling. The sound of the first swat striking her flesh rang through the room, and she gasped, “One, master.”
By the time she had counted twenty-five, she was on the brink of orgasm. Gohan laid the paddle down, and slid his boxers off his legs. It was a less than graceful move, since he had to get it over his raging flesh first. “I think I’m going to be nice and give you a reward for not losing count,” he said as he moved between her knees.
He was inside her in one lightening-quick movement. The pace was frantic, born of nearly twenty years of pent-up need. But, they had all night, and every night from here on out into eternity. There would be time for gentleness later, and the tiny cabin rang with their combined cries of ecstasy several times that night. It was nearly dawn before sleep claimed them for a few hours respite before life interfered again.

Author’s note 2 (for those who skipped the sex)
He was remembering the night she got it (an intricate feather tattoo that covered her back). He had used the dragonballs to wish her stronger than a normal human, able to make love to him without him having to hold back. It had first appeared as a pair of glorious, rainbow-colored feathered wings actually protruding from her shoulder blades. She learned quickly to concentrate on them and turn them different, individual colors or into the tattoo across her entire back. He had gotten his tattoo that night, so that if anyone asked about it, they had gotten them together