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Blood	By : Michirusan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blood
Description: Just what the title says.
Warnings: bloodsquick, cell sex scenario with a twist.
~~~
The foreboding Namek sensed him coming long before he touched
down and made his presence known. It amused him and he smiled
slightly to himself as Gohan hesitated from somewhere behind him,
re are as to whether to disturb his meditation. Snorting softly
he decided not to leave the boy in wait and rose to his feet
abruptly.
"Piccolo?" Gohan questioned timidly, stepping out
from behind the cactus he was hiding behind.
The Namek gave Gohan a half smile half grunt, marveling over
the ear splitting grin thhe the teenaged half-Saiyan broke into.
For some reason his presence made the boy incredibly happy, a
fact that caused the most interesting feelings of love and care
well up inside of him. He didn’t let it show though.
Instead he frowned and folded his arms in front of his chest.
"Aren’t you supposed to be at home?" He asked the
boy gruffly.
The boy’s grin faltered and he paused mid step in his
approach to the Namek. "I—yes." He stopped and
stood inspecting the ground, a shamed look on his face. "I
suppose. But my mom, she’s..." He shrugged a little
hopelessly, then gave Piccolo an entreating look.
"Can’t I just stay with you a little while? Just for a
couple of days?" He asked balefully. "I promise
I’ll go home after that and do my studying and..."
He knew he should have said no, after all Gohan only had a
couple of short years of school left and he needed all the study
time that he could get... but...
"Fine." Piccolo said, turning away abruptly,
grumbling softly to himself at his weakness. "But if
you’re going to be out here, you’re going to spar with
me."
"All right!" Gohan agreed, maybe just a little bit
too enthusiaslly.lly. "I’ll just be like old times,
right Piccolo?"
Piccolo made a sound that resonated somewhere between a grunt
of agreement and a snort.
That night he sat with the boy against the underside of a
cliff face, their backs to the rock and the only thing between
them and the vastness of the inky black of the desert beyond
being the cheerily crackling fire in front of them. It had been a
hard day of sparring. It was nice to get a work out, but-- even
though the youth barely practiced any longer-- Gohan’s
ability had far exceeded his own, and he knew that the act was
merely a front to spend time with him.
He glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eyes,
letting out a small grunt of amusement as he watched as
Gohan’s head drift down towards his chest. It would
immediately jerk up again, his dark eyelashes fluttering, and
then the cycle would repeat. That is until Gohan awoke enough to
notice the Namek watching him. He let out a sigh, smilicontcontentedly up at his old mentor turned friend.
"Guess I’m more worn out than I thought." He
commented sleepily.
Piccolo grunted again, turning his attention back to the
desert. He would have gone on a tirade about how it was always
good to train so one did *not* get so very tired from complete
lack of endurance, but decided against it. Instead the silence
was amiable as Gohan lay down, resting his head a few inches from
where Piccolo sat. The Namek smiled very slightly, and then ever
so slowly he allowed his eyes to drift shut as well.
~~~
Gohan awoke abruptly and blinked, startled and dientaentated.
He sat up quickly, and looked about himself. Nothing around him
seemed familiar. Instead of seeing a desert on all sides of him
he only saw walls. They were painted walls-- covered from floor
to ceiling with pictures. A dim light filtered down from above
him. He blinked up at it. It was... artificial light?
He was in a room of some sort. Which was odd. When he fell
asleep he had been in the desert with Piccolo, the remains of a
fire burning in front of them. He had snuck away from his mother,
he recalled, desperate to spent some time with his old mentor
away from any studying, or worse, from being forced to baby sit
his little brother yet again. How he had managed to end up
here... where ever *here* was....
Slowly he climbed to his feet, adrenaline and dull
apprehension causing his heart to pound. Then he turned about
slowly, taking in all of his surroundings from every angle
possible.
It didn’t take long to determine that he was in a cell.
There were bars over one wall of the room, and there was the
indication of a hall leading off to both sides beyond it. Even so
the room, dee the the human-like bars, appeared to be quite
alien. Even the light that glowed from the ceiling seemed to
radiate an unearthly blueish tone.
"I... where am I?" He wondered out loud. How did he
even get to where ever ‘here’ was? Was he even on earth
any longer? He wracked his mind for some sort of explanation,
soemoremory of being transported from the desert to
‘here’, but none came forth. All he remembered was
falling asleep next to Piccolo-san....
Did that mean Piccolo was here as well? He rushed to the front
of the room, or rather to where the bars were, intent on looking
out of them to see if he could perhaps escape.
When he came to close to the bars an odd light-headed feeling
came over him. He swayed on his feet, and his eyes widened with
shock. He took a couple of steps back and considered for a
moment. Then with a cry of rage he attempted to power up to Super
Saiyan.
That failed miserably. He promptly passed out, falling
backwards to the floor with a crash.
It was an indefinite amount of time later when he woke up
again. When he did he ached all over. Wincing sourly, he sat up,
rubbing at the lump at the back of his head.
So powering up was a bad idea. He raised his head and glancing
around the room. He tried, once again, to delve from it some sort
of indication of where he was. It was then that he took further
note of the pictures that lined the walls.
Shuffling forwards, Gohan peered at them.
They were definitely odd. He noticed that they were fy
sy
simple pictures... almost like the Egyptian hieroglyphics he had
learnt about in school. The only difference he could see was
these pictures were very vivid. There were a lot of reds and
greens.
Then he looked even closer at the pictures. The red... it was
blood. He blinked, surprised. There was lots and lots of blood.
Red colored blood seemed to literally pour out of nearly every
stickman like figures that lay strewn about the painted
landscape. Gohan’s eyes widened. Some of the stick men
seemed to be bleeding out of their lower abdomens, others seemed
to be bleeding out of every single orifice possible... mouth, and
ears nosenose. Yet others, as he shifted his focus to another
portion of the wall, sat with hands clenched around horribly
bloated stomachs, sad looks on their faces. Yet others seemed to
be being attacked by... *something*... he gulped, horrified look
developing on his face. More blood was evident here, thoroughly
coating rounded objects as they appeared to tear themselves from
stomachs, leaving the humd crd creatures to lay in liberal pools
of their own blood.
He took a small step back as his mind fumbled for an
explanation. Perhaps some sort of alien... *insect*-like
creature... that infected them and then ripped them open... had
attacked these creatures...
He knew the instant that he thought it that it sounded like
something out of a science fiction novel or movie, but at the
time he could think of no other explanation. Either way it was
horrible... he was nearly trembling when he reached the last
portion of the . Bu. But here there was something quite different
yet again... it showed a crowd of the green creatures, all of
them looking happily at a large one of them in the center of the
group. There was no blood present. The being at the center of the
group was doing an odd thing... he appeared to be spitting out a
rounded object onto a pile of rounded objects at his feet. Among
the pile was a large rounded object with a distinct etching of a
star in the center of it.
Gohan started, and uttered a short bark of surprise ooud,oud,
quite shaken. Frightened he ran back to the first portion of the
wall taking in the pictures of pain and suffering and blood. He
pressed a trembling hand over his mouth. He recognized the
horribly mutilated creatures now as they bled from everywhere--
including their ears. Their pointed ears. Kami, they were Nameks....
An odd clanging sound at the front of the room where the bars
were dictedcted him away from the pictures on the wall. With wide
eyes he turned to see two persons had just entered the cell to
join him.

He was being escorted, apparently whether he liked it or not,
down rounded halls lined with odd lights that cast an eerie blue
glow on everything about them. He was flanked by two alien
beings. They were the two people that had come and then extracted
him from the cell he was in. Both of the alienaturatures had an
odd blue skin color and masses of pure white hair. They were also
ignoring him completely; all of his questions and demands to tell
him what was going on had been disregarded.
He powered up, or at least tried to, but the moment he hit the
point when he felt that he could make any attack whatsoever a
sudden dizzy feeling caught him. It felt almost as if a wet
blanket being thrown over him, and it seemed to wrap around his
power, draining it away. Finding all of his strength sapped, he
slumped in the arms that held him, feeling incredibly light
headed.
He couldn’t transform into a Super Saiyan. In fact he
couldn’t even power up at all. There was something that was
repressing it... though he couldn’t imagine *what*. He
gritted his teeth as one of the guards chuckled.
He didn’t have time to think about it any longer because
suddenly they came to another room. It was also barred much like
the prisons on Earth were. He gapped at what was inside... a man
with the same white hair and blue skin as the inhuman guards was
there as well as his old mentor and teacher, Piccolo. The latter
sat in a crouch at the back of the room, his arms in clamps
raised above his head. As if that wasn’t startling enough,
he was totally and completely naked. Not that that mattered any,
Piccolo was one of the few of Earth’s fighters who could
have his clothing totally and completely torn away and be
oblivious. His race was asexual, of that he knew... it was one of
the ways he was able to identify the beings on the wall of the
cell he had woken up in. Nameks like Piccolo, or rather the Elder
Namek gave birth to offspring by spitting up eggs through
"his" mouth. Either way, Piccolo had absolutely nothing
to show... despite his obviously humanoid appearance. He was
about as atomically correct as a Ken doll.
"Bring him here," The blue–skinned alien that
was already in the cell commanded. Gohan inspected the new alien
out of narrowed eyes. He guessed that this alien was the one that
was in charge around here. On closer inspection his white hair
seemed to be a little bit messier than that of the two guards
that held him. Gohan could tell that this alien wasn’t
nearly as strong as the others... he didn’t seem to have any
muscle built up at all. In fact he looked quite weak, practically
drowning in a large gray-colored coat that covered his small
frame liberally. Maybe he was a scientist or something, Gohan
thought to himself.
The demi-Saiyan struggled as the guards dragged him into the
cell and allowed it to clang shut behind them. As they brought
him forwards, he watched with wide apprehensive eyes as the
scientist-like alien reached into one of his large front pockets
and drew out a vaguely familiar looking object.
Gohan gasped as he recognized it. It has a stopper like device
on one end and a sharp-looking long thin point on the other. It
was a needle. As they reached the other, the new alien reached
out and grabbed for Gohan’s arm with one hand, raising the
needle in the other.
"No!" Gohan protested, suddenly struggling harder
than before. He didn’t know what was in that needle, but he
was willing to bet it wasn’t good. Letting out a roar of
rage, he tried to power up once again.
That didn’t work either. His entire world went white, and
then dark, and he slumped over in the arms that still held him.
It took him a moment or two to regain enough strength to even
raise his head.
Fleetingly out of the corner of his eye he could see Piccolo
watching with an anxious look on his face. Gohan looked away
again as he felt a burning sensation well from his arm. He cried
out.
"Gohan!" For the first time since he had entered the
room, his mentor spoke.
"Shut up!" One of the guards commanded, striding
across the room to hit the Namek hard against the face.
Piccolo’s head snapped back with the force of the blow and
he glared at guard, straining for a moment against his bonds
before slumping back into his position on the floor.
Gohan watched this out of the light glaze that was beginning
to settle over his mind. After a moment or two he snapped his
head up. He valiantly tried to fight the drowsiness he felt...
drowsiness which he thought was due to his failed attempt at
powering-up, along with the effect of whatever it was that they
had put in him. There was only one guard holding him and he began
to struggle against him, this time using brute strength alone. He
lashed out again and again and again, but achieved nothing. He
was foo woo weak to do anything beyond annoy the blue-skinned
alien.
"Now what?" the alien asked irritably of the
scientist, struggling to keep the drugged boy under control. He
finally twisted his arms behind his back, pinning him
effectively.
"Over here." The scientist commanded, walking over
to and pointing at the Namek’s lap. Gohan whimpered once
again as the alien behind him continued to twist one of his arms
as far back as it could go without breaking, but still he refused
to move. A sweat broke out on his brow. The guard finally kicked
him in the back of the legs, and this time Gohan actually cried
aloud as he slammed down to his knees. Despite the pain he
continued to struggle even as he was dragged forwards.
Unfortunately for the boy, within seconds he was completely
pinned and with his face inches away from Piccolo’s
featureless crotch.
Time seemed to hang in a balance for a moment or so.
Gohan’s forehead crinkled with confusion. He knew he
couldn’t fight. However that did nothing to explain why
exactly he was being held in this position, and so close to his
mentor...
The scientist finally decided to give him a command.
"Lick him there." He said, making an obscene motion to
the bound Namek.
Gohan’s jaw dropped. He stared up at the scientist out of
the corner of his eye, wondering if perhaps his mind was fuzzy
from whatever it was in the needle he had been given and he
hadn’t heard him rigIt wIt was only when the guard behind
gave the pinned boy’s arm an extra hard yank and said
"Do it!" that he realized that they were serious.
Then Gohan realized what, exactly, it was that they were
asking him to do. If Piccolo were human this all would be
incredibly obscene. But Piccolo wasn’t human, and there
seemed to be no point in deing ing himself... "There’s
nothing there...!" He bedespdesperately.
The guard hit him none too gently on the back of the head. For
a fleeting moment stars danced in front of Gohan’s vision.
" it it anyway." The scientist said, crossing his
arms across his chest. The guard yanked at Gohan’s hair,
thrusting his face forward until it was pressed right up against
Piccolo’s cool green skin.
~~~
Piccolo was confused. The last thing he remembered he had been
out in the desert, watching over Gohan as the teenaged boy slept.
He himself didn’t sleep often, which is why he was so
perplexed when he awoke. His wonderment quickly turned to alarm
when he realized that he was naked and... pinned by his arms to
something above him. He had struggled, then attempted to power up
and break free... only to discover that he couldn’t do that.
He had been surprised. His surprise quickly turned to alarm when
he was joined by an alien creature with blue skin and stock white
hair.
It was obvious that he was in a cell of some sort, but when he
had roughly questioned the alien about it, the alien
wouldn’t reply. It only smiled and said that he and his
little friend would make his superiors very happy.
Piccolo had hoped fervently against hope that "his little
friend" would not be Gohan. His heart sankn hen he
discovered tha was was. Two larger versions of the alien that
currently resided in the cell with him came waltzing into the
room. They were holding Gohan between them. Piccolo felt a dull
rage develop inside him when he realized that Gohan may have been
injured. He watched as Gohan obviously tried his best to power-up
and over take the aliens... only to fail at that miserably.
Piccolo frowned. It was strange... it felt almost like something
was eating up any of the energy thohanohan produced, then was
eagerly sucking at the boy to get as much as possible from him.
He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it happening.
The dull rage inside of Piccolo grew as the alien scientist
stuck some sort of device into Gohan’s arm. Gohan cried out,
and Piccolo let out an answering cry.
None of Gohan’s struggles were good though and soon the
scientists began to make their extremely strange demands, which
ended up with Gohan’s face inches from his sexless Namekian
crotch.
Piccolo watched with interest as Gohan’s eyes squeezed
tight in despair, sweat tickling down his face to drip in a
fascinating fashion on his skin. His breathing was harsh and
hoarse against him.
And then two things happened at once. Piccolo whispered
"Gohan" at him in a gentle voice to reassure him that
he was not upset, and the guard gave Gohan’s arm an extra
hard yank. When Gohan opened his mouth to scream somehow his
tongue darted out and touched the leathery skin.
Everything seemed to freeze. And then, very slowly Gohan
darted out his tongue again. A beat red flush flowed up to cover
his entire face as he did so. Slowly the guard loosed his grip on
him. Gohan merely ignored him, except to take his now released
arm and brace himself against the wall with it. Sweat still
poured down his face, but his expression of pain was replaced
with an expression of concentration as he lapped at the
featureless green skin that resided between Piccolo’s legs.
Piccolo stared down at his former student with a look of
curiosity more than anything on his face. Nothing was
happening... which he expected. Gohan could have been licking his
arm or his feet for all he cared.
Frowning he expanded his senses, encompassing Gohan’s
mind. He was surprised at the incrediblegustgust and despair he
found there. ||I’m so sorry Piccolo-san...|| he was thinking
to himself miserably.
||It’s okay Gohan|| Piccolo thought back at him kindly,
trying his best to send a warm feeling of reassurance through
their mind bond. He felt the surprise that welled up from
Gohan’s mind at that. ||I’m not angry with you...|| His
mind voice trailed off as a sudden shock of *something* coursed
through him, jarring him out of his self induced mindlock with
it’s intensity. ‘Oh...’ he thought to himself.
‘Oh... ohh!’ He thrust his hips forwards against
Gohan’s lips as a feeling of something indescribable rippled
through him, originating directly from where Gohan’s mouth
was. It was a sensation unlike he had ever encountered before,
and it hovered so close to pain it was nearly indistinguishable
from it. The feeling spiked... yes, it was definitely pleasure,
and he was suddenly aware of other things too... like how good
Gohan smelt....
Gohan jerked his head a couple of inches away, embarrassed
flush gone and his eyes wide with shock.
Despite the fact that Gohan had moved away, the intense
feelings washed over Piccolo in waves. He leaned his head back
and panted, gasping with pleasure.
"Piccolo?" Gohan whispered. Wide fearful eyes turned
to look up at him. His teacher didn’t even look recognizable
to him any er..er... he never ever thought he would see
Piccolo with a look of wanton desire on his face. He was so used
to his usual expression of a frown...!
Piccolo ignored him. All that he was aware of was the fact
that the wonderful pleasurable pain-like feelings were slowly
turning into pure pain. His crotch was... itchy was the best way
to describe it... yet the sensation was about a hundred times
worse then just that. He growled a bit in confused agony, then a
particle of rational thought realized that Gohan needed to
continue to lick him down there. Or else it would just get
worse....
"Please," He panted past clenched teeth, thrusting
his hips forward again. "Hurts." But instead of having
Gohan’s lips meet him, Gohan jerked his face even further
away, his eyes incredibly large as he stared up at him.
"What..?" Gohan began. His brow wrinkled and he
reached forward, reaching out with a hand to hesitantly touch
where his lips had formally been. Piccolo winced, trembling.
Gohan frowned, his fingers tracing the small crack that had
formed along the length of Piccolo’s crotch. Even as he
touched it, it widened and broke away, coming apart into his
hands, revealing a warm *wet* interior. Piccolo screamed as
sensation and pain ripped through him. Gohan started, visibly
shaken at both the scream and the impossibility of what lay in
front of his eyes.
At the same time Piccolo’s long low scream of pain
quickly turned into a throaty mewl of need. The pain had faded
again into horrible throbbing desire. He *needed* Gohan to
continue touching him... or something... right then... *now*...
his hips began thrusting out deliberately towards the boy even as
he drew his hand away. He whimpered plaintively when he
couldn’t make contact. Gohan....
"What the hell..?" Scrambling to his feet
Gohan stared at his hand like it had been burnt and then turned
to stare at the scientist and the guards. "You...
you..." his mind fumbled for an explanation for what he had
just seen. Crack... warm wet... What?? Oh Kami-sama, they better
not have... "You turned him into a woman?!" He gapped
at them.
The scientist folded his arms across his chest. He gave the
young half-Saiyan a particularly haughtily look. "We
didn’t." He said. "You did."
"That makes no sense!!" Gohan yelled, dropping his
hand and balling it into a little fist.
He was distracted away from perhaps attacking or at least
yelling at the blue skinned aliens further when Piccolo cried out
again from behind him.
The desire had faded and the itchy feeling in his abdomen had
quickly reached a horrible level, burning in intensity... one so
great that he felt like his insides were being torn out. Now that
he knew what was happening to him his mind reached out with the
thready remaining logic that he possessed and attempted to repair
the crack that Gohan had said was there. That only caused the
pain to quadruple. He slumped forward against his restrains,
letting out a long low moan of despair.
Gohan glanced back at him desperately. His eyes grew large as
he watched the crack enlarge in width, and then further as a drop
of reddish-purplish Namek blood dripped down to the floor.
Another followed it. Piccolo whimpered as his whole entire body
spasmed, and his abdomen convulsed, causing the drops of blood to
erupt into a spatter. He finally relaxed and went limp against
his bonds, but the blood continued to drip out of him with
alarming frequency.
Gohan gulped, trembling ever so slightly. Oh no... he
*recognized* this, he realized with a dull and sickening sense of
dread. This... this had been painted all over his walls back in
the cell he had woke up in. Piccolo was bleeding, just like the
Namek’s in the pictures....
He turned back to the scientist and the guards, desperation
warring with the look of quickly developing anger on his face.
"What... what’s happening to him??!" He
demanded to know, his voice trailing off into a warning hiss. He
was very close to trying to go super again, despite the fact that
he knew it would just rob him of all of his strength and make him
feel like he was about to pass out.
The scientist smiled at him and shrugged at the helpless 16
year old. "Nothing that you can’t fix," he replied
above the cries and whimpers from Piccolo.
Desperation to help won out over anger. "I can...
*how*?!" Gohan shot back.
"Have sex with him," the scientist replied,
grinning. "Or her rather." He shrugged. For a heartbeat
or two Gohan was at a complete loss for words. Finally he
stuttered out "W-WHAT?!"
The scientist nodded. "You have exactly 10 of your
minutes before she bleeds to death."
"That..." Gohan didn’t know what to say...
except for the fact that he knew that Nameks could regenerate.
Yet with the events of the last tiny bit of time all of his
previous knowledge about Nameks had become so skewed that for all
he knew, he *would* bleed to death. And he was in so much
discomfort... he turned back around to stare at his Namek friend
as he writhed against his bonds, his teeth bared, his face
contorted with terrible pain. The drops of blood from between his
splayed legs was beginning to become a steady stream, the liquid
glistening red as it trickled to the floor. As Gohan watched the
crack that was more like a gapping hole in the Namek’s
abdomen seemed to split a bit more, allowing the blood an easy
escape... Piccolo howled, his clawed hands slashing at nothing.
Gohan blinked, then swore, torn. His heart pounded hard in his
chest. His teeth clenched. He didn’t know what to do.
||Please...|| He only then recognized the mind voice as it
attempted to communicate through layers upon layers of agony.
Piccolo... Piccolo was begging him to do... something...
He hesitated only a moment more, then swiftly unzipped his
pants. He had never had sex before, let alone with someone who
was bleeding liberally from their crotch, but he couldn’t
just sit by and do *nothing*...
Even though he was completely repulsed, something in the
needle that the scientist had shot him with had raised him to a
state of unintentional semi-arousal. It only took a few quick
jerks to get himself fully erect. He strode forward as fast as he
could, crouching in front of his old friend. For some reason, or
perhaps a great deal of will power caused the Namek to still at
his approach, though slight shudders of pain still wracked his
helpless form.
Feeling absolutely miserable, Gohan inspected his old mentors
face. Piccolo’s pain glazed eyes met his and a flicker of
recognization appeared in them. "Gohan..." He
whispered. The Namek winced and shut his eyes.
"Please..."
"Forgive me," Gohan returned in a low whisper.
Gritting his teeth he used one hand to steady himself on
Piccolo’s shoulder and the other he used to grasp his
erection. ne sne swift moment he thrust inside, effectively
stoppering the flow.
Piccolo’s long low scream of anguish made his blood run
chill. Gasping Gohan clung to the Namek, tears pricking his eyes.
"I’m sorry," He said desperately, patting his
Namek on the head. He paused, then wiped sweat from his brow with
his palm in a somewhat affectionate gesture. "I- I
can’t do this..." He completed mournfully. His hand
fell away and he pulled out again, intent on turning back to the
guards and the scientist and tell them that he couldn’t
continue. Piccolo’s strained voice halted him.
"It’s okay Gohan." He ground out.
Gohan turned back again, only to find Piccolo’s gaze
focused somewhere off of his left shoulder... more than likely
glaring at their captors. The Namek’s attention flickered
back to him, and he managed a half smile before pain flooded his
alien features again. He didn’t say anything, but the
desperate look he gave his ex-student was enough to convince him
to continue.
Embracing the bound Namek, Gohan swiftly pressed his
teacher’s face into his shoulder before threading his arms
around his back and thrusting up inside of him. He grunted as
liquid warmth enveloped his erection yet again.
He held that position until Piccolo began to moan and twist
against him. Then he began to move. He did so slowly, unsure of
what to expect from his Namek friend. Luckily after only a few
thrusts he noticed that the small noises coming from him
didn’t seem to be purely caused by pain any longer. And
luckily it also appeared that somehow the widened crack
didn’t seem to be bleeding quite as profusely any longer
around him. Even so he was unable to shake the feeling of
wrongness from his gut... after all this was his teacher and
mentor and friend he was... having sex with. Of course, like
before, he never EVER thought he would encounter the day when
Piccolo would make quite so pleasing of sounds in the back of his
throat. Those little moans and whimpers were actually doing a lto tto turn him on and help him enjoy this... so much so that he
began to wonder if perhaps he was a closet masochist. It
wasn’t until Piccolo’ss sls slid open again and focused
on him... familiar eyes so full of pleading relief and
gratefulness that he felt absolutely sick inside again.
That coupled with the fact that his mind had put two and two
together. Sudden images of torn shredded stomachs came to his
mind. That was enough to cause him to still despite the pleading
sounds coming fPiccPiccolo’s throat.
"Wait a sec!!" He threw over his shoulder. "If
he’s going to end up dying anyway because he’s been
torn to bits, then what’s the point of me doing this any
– huh?" He twisted around as much as he could as the
sound of a loud clang-- only to find himself completely alone in
the cell.
Well, except for Piccolo. "Fuck." Gohan swore under
his breath for one of the first times in his life, then turned
his attention back to Piccolo. The Namek had lost all coherency.
He was nuzzling his face as best he could, sharp pleading noises
welling up from his throat.
"I know, I know, shh, it’s okay," Gohan
soothed, once again cradling the Namek’s head against his
shoulder. He began to move again, as gently as he could, trying
his best to disassociate his mind from his body, trying to ignore
the feeling of cooling liquid as it trickled down his thigh. He
found this disgusting, totally and completely, and it was hard to
keep his mind free from what he was doing and when his stomach
seemed so desperate to empty it’s contents. He bit back a
gag and forced himself to thrust a little bit faster.
Apparently he wasn’t going nearly fast enough. Piccolo
let out a low growl and bit down into his shoulder, HARD.
"AAAAOW!!" Gohan howled. Piccolo dow down harder,
driving his teeth past skin and deep into the muscle underneath.
Gohan gasped as waves of pain welled up from his shoulder and
threatened to paralyze him. It hurt even more than when he was
fighting something... at least then his power and the adlineline
that came with it acted as a bit of a pain buffer. This was
different though-- he gripped his head, desperately trying to
tear him away. "That-- that *hurts*, Piccolo!!" He
cried out. He gasped, his vision blurring and he let out a tiny
little whimper as something crunched. "Stop... stop
it...!"
Piccolo let go and jerked his head away-- giving him a
reproachful look as he licked at his bloodstained lips.
Something happened then. Gohan stared, fascinated, at
Piccolo’s lips, all thought of pain fading to a light buzz
at the back of his mind. A sharp spike of desire replaced it and
his vision faded again for a completely different reason.
Suddenly his lips were forcefully pressed against the
Namek’s, demanding entrance. For an instant he drank heavily
of the taste of his own sweet blood on the Namek’s lips.
Then Piccolo’s mouth opened up under his, and he lost all
control. His mouth drove against the other’s, his tongue
plundering without mercy. At the same time his body sped up
it’s pace, driving into the other without restraint. With
his much more rapid pace he reached his completion within seconds
and he screamed his pleasure at the walls, emptying himself into
the formally stoic Namek. He was so wrapped up in his own
pleasure that he wasn’t even aware of the fact that Piccolo
had been screaming as well.
He slumped to the ground bonelessly, completely spent. When he
gained back a little bit of coherency he looked up to find
Piccolo slumped, as limp as a rag doll against his bonds, his
eyes closed. For a fearful moment Gohan thought that he had...
*killed* him. Then he remembered the harsh screams that had
welled up from his throat as he had reached completion and he was
sure that he must have. Tears flooding his eyes he sat up
immediately, staring at his former teacher.
"Piccolo-san!!" He exclaimed, sounding much more like
he had when he was a kid then the young man he was now.
"Piccolo! Piccolo are you okay?!" His voice cracked. A
sick feeling in gut gut told him that his teacher was far from
all right...
Piccolo slowly raised his head. At least he was still alive
then, but Gohan was amazed at how incredibly pale his green skin
looked. Even so a ghost of an affectionate smile flitted across
his harrowed face. "Go-han," He mouthed or perhaps
whispered, his voice so low that Gohan couldn’t even hear
it.
Thankful tears welled up in the boy's eyes.
"Piccolo-san," He said. He wrapped the Namek up in his
arms.
~~~~
TBC
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