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Sharing the Wealth	By : Cannibaljello Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Sharing the
Wealth

Author: cannibaljello
at yahoo.com

Rating: M for male/male
YAOI! That means sex. Lot's of it. Perhaps too much.

Pairing:
Threesome...ish. Gohan/Kaioshin and Kaioshin/Kibito more accurately.
Kibito thinks Gohan is lame.

Author's Note: I guess
this is my idea for a short story. I got really tired of writing
action scenes for my Love Game fanfic, and found myself frustrated by
the lack of loving that will surely last past 80,000 words (ARGH!)
and so I allowed my hormones to write something that's a little
intentionally raunchy (meaning I use “dirty” words that I
would NEVER utilize in a serious story). And yeah, here it is.

Oh man, did the title
kill me. I could think of so many terrible names. “Threesome's
a charm”. Perhaps “Gohan and his G-Sword.” Oh yes,
and because I have considered Kaioshin's name on a role sheet to be
listed as Kai, Supreme: “Kai Supreme Sandwich” It sounds
like a hamburger or something. Must have a bunch of “meat”
in the middle, eh? Tee hee hee!

I doubt anyone will
read it. There is a very minuscule audience for these sort of
pairings (mainly just me). If you do, please review and I'll write
more!

…

It was an unusual day
on the Sacred Planet of the Kais. Much to Kibito's dismay, Kaioshin
had brought another individual with him back to their home world.
Never before had a being other than a kai had such an honor. When
Kibito faced Gohan since his brief death on planet Earth, he sternly
reminded the young Saiyan of his unprecedented achievement.

Gohan went on then to
retrieve the Z-sword from its resting place in the historical
landmark from whence it stood, trapped in a giant pillar of solid
stone. None of the Kais had been able to remove the blade and so
Gohan accomplished yet another feat that Kibito hadn't expected to
see during his lifetime.

It was the Supreme Kai
who had great hope in the young Saiyan's abilities, and the deity who
had ordered Kibito to bring Gohan to where he stayed now, safe to
practice and eventually master the power of the Z-sword at the
opposite end of the universe from where Majin Buu continued his
cosmic destruction.

Both Kibito and
Kaioshin stood watching Gohan struggle with the sword, remaining
clumsy in his efforts. It was the unusual way Kaioshin's angled gaze
considered the young Saiyan that captured Kibito's further interest.
Kibito had yet to understand how the Supreme Kai saw such potential
in the teenager. He eventually accepted that he never would.

Kibito towered over the
form of his lover who, compared to Kibito's massive build, was very
tiny. The deity barely reached Kibito's navel, even with the tall
stature of his snow white mohawk. Kibito preferred their vastly
differing builds, finding it arousing to hold a body so deceptively
delicate against his wide chest.

It had been weeks since
the two immortals had last been intimate. The Supreme Kai had become
consumed in his obsession with the wizard Babidi and the terrible
threat of Majin Buu. With their temporary but terrifying separation
on earth and their need for each other's comfort driven high beyond
belief, Kibito knew he would have his Kaioshin soon enough.

Perhaps he already
would have, if not for the interruption of the bastard Saiyan.

Kibito glared at Gohan,
who continued as if oblivious to the bodyguard's existence. It was
the Supreme Kai the teenager desperately tried to impress. Little did
Gohan know that the Supreme Kai already had great interest in him,
and had since the beginning of the World's Martial Arts Tournament.

It didn't surprise
Kibito when his lover sent message to his assistant, utilizing the
telepathic bond they shared. The deity's desires were simple and
undeniable.

Kibito, I want him.

Kibito's
physical eyes widened and he turned towards the impishly smiling
deity.

Do you mean...? he
asked, stunned by the Supreme Kai's bold statement.

I do, Kaioshin
answered, nodding towards Gohan.

It
was true that Kibito and Kaioshin were lovers, but they were not
entirely monogamous. Though it was a rarity, the divinity did enjoy
cavorting around the universe and savoring the pleasures different
localities had to offer. He'd done so even before he'd been
introduced to Kibito. The only terms they'd agreed upon was that the
deity remained loyal to Kibito and practiced receiving sodomy only
with his lover. In return, Kibito partook in sex only with the
opposite gender and found himself doing so with such increasing
infrequency it surprised the both of them. Kaioshin, it seemed,
fulfilled all of Kibito's desires.

But
unlike Kibito, the Supreme Kai had many more needs to be sated. Gohan
had become just another bullet on the deity's “to do”
list.

Lucky
for Gohan, Kaioshin was by no means a slacker. As the supreme
overseer of the universe, he did not procrastinate. He did not
surprise Kibito when he approached Gohan and grabbed him, drawing him
down for a passionate kiss.

Gohan
was young and had hormones raging through his blood. He was a Saiyan
and the Supreme Kai was exotically androgenous. There was no chance
the teenager could escape Kaioshin's allure. The god was considered
beautiful by every culture, and so Gohan was more than willing to
become malleable in the deity's hands. Besides, had a person ever
resisted the indulgent god, he would have simply used his
psychokinesis and paralyzed their bodies while he had his way with
them. So far, there had never been a need.

By
the time Kibito followed the Supreme Kai, the deity already had his
hands down Gohan's pants and had the Saiyan feeling weak at the knees
as he begged for mercy. Kaioshin only relinquished his new toy to
turn and smile at his bodyguard.

“Take
us to our residence, will you? I want our friend to be comfortable.
Not everyone enjoys sex in nature.” Certainly the Supreme Kai
could have done it himself, but he was too busy teasing the
hormone-ridden teenager he couldn't help but touch.

Kibito
obeyed and in a flashing instant, they were standing before the
estate of the Kais. The building was simply and served very few
purposes. Kaioshin and Kibito utilized it to sleep and very rarely,
to eat. There were just enough rooms for the previous five Kais to
reside, and even then Kaioshin and Kibito typically slept in
different suites. Despite his petite build, the deity could be
surprisingly greedy with the bedsheets.

Kaioshin
guided Gohan towards his room, still fondling the erection that would
have been well hidden and difficult to obtain, had Kaioshin not been
so familiar with the formal Kai clothing Gohan wore. As they reached
the bed and fell onto it, Kibito following far behind the gleeful god
and his newest admirer, they were already nude. Kaioshin's
supernatural abilities were responsible for the convenient
disappearance of their clothing.

The
Supreme Kai and Gohan laid together on the four-pillared bed,
touching each other and exploring. The differences between their
bodies was stunning, though Kibito and Kaioshin remained greater
opposites. Gohan's skin was like ivory and to Kaioshin's glee, was
smooth as cream and hard as steel. Years of training had built Gohan
a wonderfully muscular frame and it excited Kaioshin to experience
it.

The
Supreme Kai was naturally smaller and more lithe in shape. His skin
was a flawless canvas of lavender and was softer than silk. He was
perhaps a head shorter than Gohan, who devoured the deity with wide
eyes. Kaioshin body wasn't as unfamiliar as a woman's but he was
more enticing, perfectly proportioned from his tiny toes to the tip
of his thick white hair. His violet-hued erection was perfectly sized
for his divine body.

Only
with Kibito was Kaioshin submissive. With Gohan, the deity was
different. The Supreme Kai's dominance was evident by the way he
ordered the clumsy teenager around, experimenting with each other's
reactions to certain stimuluses. Gohan lacked the grace of a
practiced lover and soon admitted he was a virgin. Kaioshin
considered the wildly blushing teenager for a moment and then let out
a mischievous giggle, gleeful that he could use Gohan as he pleased
without previous experiences hindering Gohan's actions.

“You're
exactly as I expected you to be, Gohan,” Kaioshin said with a
gentle smile. He touched the Saiyan's youthful face, then the side of
his neck, his hardened nipples, and the smooth plain of his flank
all in one fluid motion. “Virgin males are the best,
sometimes.”

Gohan
had to clear his throat, sounding as though he'd tried to swallow his
own tongue. “W-Why?” he asked with a great deal of
embarrassment.

“Why,
they're the tightest,” Kaioshin said with another fit of
devious laughter.

The
expression on Gohan's face was all it took to entice the Supreme Kai
to calm himself. The young Saiyan looked terrified, but still willing
at the same time. How could he not be, with such a divine beauty
straddling him in all his exposed glory?

“Relax,
Gohan,” Kaioshin said with a smile, leaning to kiss the tension
from Gohan's tightened lips. In an instant, Gohan melted below the
deity who made a kittenish purr, pleased with the Saiyan's
compliance.

From
where Kibito stood propped against the entrance of the room, his
massive arms crossed against his equally sizable chest, Kibito felt
himself unable to resist asking, “What do you intend to do with
Gohan?”

In
the naturally illuminated space, Kibito could see Gohan's erection
brushing eagerly against the supple skin of Kaioshin's buttocks. It
angered Kibito to see the Saiyan's arousal so close to where only he
had claimed and belonged.

“Oh,
I don't know,” said Kaioshin softly, tracing the defined lines
along Gohan's abdomen. The lower the deity's dainty fingertip
reached, the harder Gohan's erection became. “Kibito, I'm
certain that if you join Gohan and I, we'll think of something
between the three of us.”

Kibito
blinked, not expecting the deity's offer. Never before had they
shared a lover. They had such differing tastes that they typically
went about their affairs independent of one another. Perhaps this
time would be different. Though Kibito did not find Gohan
particularly attractive, he'd been aching for the touch of his
beloved Kaioshin.

It
didn't take long for Kibito to reach them, taking his position
besides the bed. From his place straddling Gohan, the Supreme Kai
began touching his lover and actually took the physical effort to
reveal Kibito gradually to the natural world. Kaioshin effortlessly
removed his lover's clothing piece by piece until they gathered in a
heap on the floor. Then Kaioshin enticed Kibito to join them with his
angled, piercing gaze.

It
soon became apparent that Kibito was not taking part in Kaioshin's
impish game to touch Gohan. Instead, his hands remained on the
Supreme Kai, stroking his skin, flicking his little nipples, and
tracing the cleft of his buttocks with teasing lingering. As they
did, Kibito's mouth salaciously traced the rapid pulse in the deity's
fragile neck. The way Kaioshin's eyes said yes and the way his lips
whispered against Kibito's ear how much he wanted him was enough to
answer Kibito's aching question.

It
wasn't until Kaioshin shifted to dismount Gohan and instead brace on
all fours that Gohan sat up to watch them. The young Saiyan's muscles
flexed as he raised his torso up on bent arms, watching Kibito spread
Kaioshin's supple thighs. After first assuming the submissive
position, Kaioshin's head fell forward, the heavy hair of his mohawk
concealing his facial features. It wasn't until Kibito lowered his
mouth to trace the deity's cleft with his tongue that Kaioshin reared
his head back, abundant lust in his elegant and expressive eyes..

Kaioshin
gasped as Kibito's hands spread him, exposing his tiny hidden opening
to Kibito's loving touch. With soft tongue, Kibito traced the
delicate pucker and dampened it with his natural moisture. It wasn't
his main intention to lubricate the entrance, but to relax the tight
orifice for Kibito's thick member that strained against one muscular
thigh.

Kaioshin
was at the mercy of Kibito's wonderful ministrations. He keened
gently in a way that made Kibito smile and enticed him to drive his
tongue deep inside of his lover. The sensation it gave the god made
his eyes widen briefly before their intensity became an unfocused
glaze. The deity felt his desire growing with each flick of tongue,
each deliberate twist, and every time that moisture thrust inside his
sensitive passage.

Gohan
watched the two lovers savor each others' presence, feeling obsolete
in the vision of their shared pleasure. It wasn't until Gohan began
stroking himself near Kaioshin's face that the deity remembered the
Saiyan even existed. He shook himself and smiled at Gohan who ceased
his masturbation, allowing the god's nimble and silken hand to
continue where he'd left off.

Kibito
utilized the opportunity to summon a simple bottle of lubrication. He
warmed it in his hands, maintaining the attention of his tongue as he
did so. Then, as the Supreme Kai remained distracted, he coated three
fingers and eased the first into Kaioshin's entrance.

Kaioshin's
reaction was immediate. He released a hungry moan, his forearms
suddenly weakening. The hand that had been perfectly stroking Gohan
fell to the sheets where it became twisted in the soft fabric. From
behind him, Kibito chuckled, pleased by the utter submission of his
lover. Kibito wondered if he could ever fully comprehend just how
pleasured the Supreme Kai was by his thick, stretching fingers.

The
deity began to breath deeply, his upper body relaxing to fall against
the sheets of the bed below him. As Kaioshin's body heat became more
intense from Kibito's strategic manipulations, the skin of his face
flushed and began to dampen. By then, the fabric of the sheets stuck
to him barely, though not as tenaciously as the deity clutched at
them.

Kibito
patiently worked his first finger, and then added the second when he
knew the time was right. He watched what he could see of his lover's
face as he spread Kaioshin's entrance, curling each stroke to
stimulate the sweet spot within. Gohan watched with wide eyes the
erotic scene taking place before him. The way the god had almost
instantly become weakened by Kibito's manipulations was mesmerizing,
as was the essence that collected and dripped from the tip of
Kaioshin's straining erection.

“You'll
have to try it sometime, Gohan,” Kaioshin panted, his voice an
octave higher than was common for him. His tone maintained its
harmonious beauty, further enticing the young Saiyan. “There's
a strong reason why I prefer the company of men to women,”
Kaioshin said before trailing off with a whimper. Kibito had pushed a
third finger into him, and Kaioshin had thoroughly become a puppet to
his assistant's will.

“You
should only prefer my company,” Kibito said with a dangerous
frown. With his words, he drove his digits harder and deeper into the
deity, feeling a wave of jealousy hit him. Only he had ever entered
the deity, or so he was lead to believe. Had Kaioshin not considered
his choice of words more carefully in his haze, Kibito might have
killed Gohan right then and there just to punish his lover.

“Only
you, Kibito. I'm, I'm sorry,” Kaioshin said with a gasp, unable
to focus with that erotic touch pleasing him. The stroke of Kibito's
scissoring fingers were profoundly divine. “You know how
stunned this makes me.”

“I
do,” Kibito replied, the bass of his voice less dangerous than
before. “And I know how much you love it when I fuck you
mindless.”

It
was then that Kibito shifted, finally spreading the slick lubricant
down his own weeping shaft. He used his free hand to steady
Kaioshin's petite hips and the other to guide himself up and down the
deity's entrance, teasing them both with just the head at first.
Then, when Kaioshin begged him with wordless pleas, Kibito pushed
himself inside. At the feeling of that familiar girth entering him,
Kaioshin let out an anxious moan.

Gohan
watched the stunning scene, his parted lips dry and feeling swollen
with need. He studied the way the Supreme Kai's eyes widened and then
sealed, his thin white brows furrowing as if in suffering. There was
pain in his features, but pleasure was present underneath it all.
Gohan trembled, waiting for the moment Kibito would bury himself the
deepest he could reach inside the petite deity. When Kibito did, his
chiseled abdomen rested snugly against Kaioshin's pert posterior.

Hidden
from Gohan, Kibito used telepathy to whisper sweet nothings to his
lover, knowing how difficult it was sometimes for the god to adjust
to his girth. Compared to the petite deity, everything of Kibito's
was over-sized. Kibito was damned if that wasn't one reason he had
been so enamored by Kaioshin and had been drawn to him in the first
place.

It
wasn't until the Supreme Kai opened his eyes again, his facial
features relaxing, that Kibito began moving. He did so slowly at
first but then increased his pace and strength of his thrusts as
Kaioshin's body allowed it. By then, the Supreme Kai was already
keening lightly, tempting Gohan to touch the deity's lovely visage
and kiss Kaioshin as Kibito took him.

The
mood changed drastically as Kibito watched them, seeing the way the
Saiyan greedily devoured his lover's sweetly slackened mouth. He
could see the way Gohan thrust his tongue between Kaioshin's lavender
lips, fucking the deity the only way he was allowed. Their moans
intermingled and as their desires became more suffocating, were
swallowed by one another.

It
was obvious what Gohan wanted, his white hand stroking the back of
Kaioshin's delicate neck. Kibito found himself possessive of the
Supreme Kai's silken, flawless hair and so he forbid Gohan to touch
it with a pointed glare. One glance and Gohan understood, asking
Kibito's permission to allow oral sex. As soon as Kibito nodded,
feeling a sharp lust shoot through him, Gohan had taken it upon
himself to guide Kaioshin's mouth towards his stiff erection.

Kibito knew – oh
yes, did he know – how amazing the little deity was at sucking
cock. Though it was a rarity for the bodyguard to experience the oral
talents of the god, he remembered each experience well. The way those
sweet lavender lips stretched around Kibito, nearly too tight for him
to fit. The dances the god's tongue practiced, first on the sensitive
head of his shaft and then the base when Kibito pushed further into
the depths of Kaioshin's throat. The divinity didn't bestow oral
pleasure on Kibito as often as he wanted. The god always complained
that it hurt his tiny jaw.

Seeing Gohan experience
what Kibito had wanted so often and so badly made the assistant
jealous. His frustration urged him to thrust into Kaioshin harder and
faster, their skins slapping with each collision. In doing so,
Kibito's hands were locked on to the delicate arch of the deity's
sharp hipbones. Surely Kaioshin would wear bruises by morning. It
wouldn't be the first time.

Lucky for Gohan, his
smaller proportions allowed the deity to drive himself along the
Saiyan's shaft. He did so with an eagerness that stunned both men
drawn deep inside of him, thrusting his sucking mouth up and down the
glistening length of Gohan's cock. The moment Gohan was drawn inside
the divine passage, a generous groan arose from deep within the
Saiyan's chest. Not even then had the deity buried his petite nose
into the hair at the base of Gohan's penis.

Kibito was impressed
that Gohan even managed to last that long.

Wet sounds filled the
air – slurps and sloppy open-mouthed kisses and Kaioshin's hums
of pleasure. It became apparent that the deity was enjoying his
experience with Gohan so much, he had forgotten the cock buried
inside of him. With a growl at the realization, Kibito sharply
withdrew from Kaioshin's tight orifice and drove himself in
violently, creating a wet slap as his pubic bone collided with
Kaioshin's firm buttocks.

Kaioshin's reaction was
instant. Even with his mouth full, the deity made a high sound of
pain, his entire body tensing with the infliction. The god pulled
Gohan from his mouth immediately afterward, strings of saliva
connecting his flushed lips to the throbbing wet pillar of Gohan's
need that continued begging for more of his touch. With sharp eyes,
the Supreme Kai looked over his shoulder at Kibito who glared
threateningly at him.

Nothing was more
beautiful to Kibito than to see the intensity in Kaioshin's vicious
eyes. Their exotic shape became narrowed with warning, but still
Kibito knew he could have his violent way with the deity. In every
other way, the Supreme Kai held the reigns, but in their bed it was
Kibito who maintained authority. Shortly after their first lustful
connection, Kibito had learned that Kaioshin wanted nothing more than
to lose control in the only way he could afford.

Kibito smirked at the
Supreme Kai with sinful intent in his eyes and reached one broad hand
forward to dig into Kaioshin's snowfall of white hair. He twisted his
strong digits in that mohawk and felt a pang of thick lust as
Kaioshin submitted to his intentions. The deity allowed his head to
fall forward, only to have Kibito jerk his head back violently. In
doing so, Kaioshin's elegant neck was drawn taut, the fine lines of
the god's features evident. Kibito could see, from his vantage point,
the pulse that raced under Kaioshin's sensitive skin.

“So you want
Gohan's cock inside of you?” Kibito snarled, demanding a
response from the restrained deity. Kaioshin was physically unable
nod and his tongue was too swollen for him to talk. Instead, Kaioshin
tightened from where he remained stretched around the girth of
Kibito's shaft, drawing a hook of lustful sensation up through
Kibito's stomach.

At his submission,
Kibito allowed his free hand to trace down the fine line of
Kaioshin's spine, stroking the skin there that shimmered so divinely
with sweat. As he did so, Kibito looked at Gohan, who had been
stunned by the bodyguard's blatant domination over the deity.

“Give it to him,”
Kibito growled darkly to the Saiyan, ordering the youth to obey his
demands. “Fuck his throat,” he said, referring to the
deity trapped between their bodies. “He likes it.”

Below Kibito, Kaioshin
whimpered, his ribs quickly expanding and contracting with the sound.
Kibito allowed his lover's state of vulnerability to touch his heart
just a little, and so he leaned over Kaioshin's petite body to steal
his parted lips in a kiss.

The embrace of mouths
Kibito and Kaioshin shared was in a dimension opposite from the
carnal desires that had destroyed their sense of inhibition and
caused them to become little more than mating, mindless beings.
Instead, their tongues stroked each other and danced together with so
much soulful passion that Kibito nearly regretted sharing the deity
with the mortal Saiyan.

It was obvious who
Kaioshin's heart truly belonged to and it was enough for Kibito to
allow their twisted game to continue. Kaioshin's sweet touch enticed
Kibito to begin gently thrusting in and out of his ethereal body,
making conscious effort to stimulate that sweet spot with each
careful stroke. For a moment, Kibito even reached the hand that had
become braced against Kaioshin's back to fall and fondle Kaioshin's
painful erection, allowing it to slip through his sweaty palm with
each pump of Kibito's driving hips.

It was Gohan who had
been forgotten by the panting deity, who bucked his hips up
gracefully to the pace of Kibito's thrusts. Kaioshin's timing was so
perfect, his movements so practiced and flawless, that Kibito felt
himself on the verge of losing himself inside the divine body spread
for him. Kibito slowed, hearing Kaioshin's anxious and disappointed
cry when he finally stopped.

“I'll give it to
you when I'm ready,” Kibito murmured huskily to his lover. His
hand that had remained tangled in Kaioshin's silken hair reached to
stroke his mohawked mane just once before pulling the strands taut
again. With the movement, Kaioshin hissed and then opened his lips
willingly when Kibito pulled his mouth close again.

“With you moaning
so much, your mouth has gone dry,” Kibito purred to Kaioshin,
who blinked his brilliant doe eyes in understanding. “We can't
have that, can we?” Then Kibito lowered until the surfaces of
their lips touched and allowed the moisture of his mouth to pour into
Kaioshin's open orifice. The action was so forbidden, so sordid, that
the god couldn't help but groan in rapture.

When Kibito was
finished, he thrust Kaioshin's head towards Gohan with a sneer,
feeling his carnal side taking over again. His hand remained tightly
knotted within the Supreme Kai's mohawk, twisting it until Kaioshin's
scalp became tinged with pink. Then he nodded as Gohan shifted
forward on his knees, roused from his wanton stupor. Kibito watched
Gohan's stark white hand guide his swollen red pillar of need between
Kaioshin's bruised lips. As he did so, the three of them breathed
deeply, their arousal making them tremble with each inhale.

As Gohan's shaft
disappeared into the Supreme Kai's moist mouth, the Saiyan gave yet
another deep groan, and his eyes widened before rolling back slightly
into his head. He paused as if allowing Kaioshin to adjust, keeping
true to his sweet half-human nature, and then began to roll his hips
towards the deity's flushed face.

Kaioshin made sounds at
first, as though he hadn't yet started to want what Gohan did to him
and had begun to choke. But then, as Kibito reached down to stroke
his strained member, Kaioshin relaxed. He began enjoying the
sensation of Gohan sliding from mouth to throat and then back again,
increasing in speed as Gohan continued. Sounds of moist friction
touched Kibito's ears once more and he began to thrust himself deeply
into Kaioshin again. He did so carefully at first, allowing the
deity's tiny body to warm up to him before he increased his urgency.

Kaioshin's body never
ceased to amaze Kibito who reached deep into his perfection. The
walls that held Kibito were so deliciously tight and soft that they
threatened to steal his control. Though he had practiced sodomy with
Kaioshin many times, he never tired of the experience. So long as the
god lived, Kibito would be the only one to experience true sex with
him.

Whimpers came from
Kaioshin, who felt Gohan trying to find purchase on him. First
Gohan's hands gripped at his shoulders. Then it was natural for the
Saiyan to reach for Kaioshin's shocking white hair, but Kibito
tightened his constant grip in it with a warning growl. Gohan made a
worried face and then let his hands brush over Kaioshin's pointed
ears, watching the heavy earrings that dangle from them glitter with
each forward and back stroke. Finally Gohan's soft palms cupped the
deity's porcelain cheeks and fine jawline, feeling the movement of
his shaft inside stretching Kaioshin's skin.

It wasn't long until
the tears that built in Kaioshin's expressive eyes poured to streak
down Gohan's palms. Despite the unrelenting pleasure Gohan felt, he
couldn't help but look down at the deity's face and remove a portion
of his tears away with a sideways brush of his thumbs. At the touch,
Kaioshin coyly narrowed his glassy eyes and smiled around the shaft
that pillaged the sweet moisture of his mouth.

It was Kaioshin's
expression that broke Gohan's restraint and with a few harder
thrusts, the Saiyan came with a curse. He buried himself to the hilt
of the deity's mouth, feeling the brush of swollen lips against the
base of his organ. Kaioshin groaned in his chest, even as Gohan
continued to grind his shaft inside as it pulsed and spilled down the
deity's delicate throat.

Kibito felt another
pang of lust go through his thrusting body as he watched Gohan's
mouth fall open in the midst of his generous release. Kaioshin
twitched and further stiffened in Kibito's stroking grip, but the god
had not yet achieved his own orgasm. Kibito knew that though the
deity was driven mad for pleasure by Gohan's release, he would not
give in until his lover did. And so Kibito continued fucking the
Supreme Kai even as Gohan withdrew his over-sensitized shaft from the
deity's bruised and swallowing lips.

Immediately after,
Kaioshin began catching his breath. He gulped air greedily, having
been forced to respire only through his little nose with Gohan buried
inside of him. The taste of the Saiyan remained on the back of
Kaioshin's tongue, and he struggled to describe the warrior's flavor.
He was just a little sweet amongst the abundant salt of his seed.
Even as Kibito gripped his hips and began to lift him, Kaioshin was
still rolling Gohan's essence on his tongue.

The deity was nearly
weightless in Kibito's grasp as he readjusted their bodies, shifting
to bring Kaioshin to mount his sitting body. After numerous times of
practice, Kibito did so while remaining buried inside the Supreme
Kai's tight body. Doing so changed their angle a little and Kibito
moaned openly when Kaioshin began to ride him, coming down with a wet
smack of their two bodies.

The god's movements
were hurried, yet precise, as if he was begging Kibito to reach his
end. He faced away from his lover, knowing the lines of his lithe and
glistening back excited his much larger and more muscular companion.
Kaioshin nearly sobbed when Kibito's hands captured his hips and held
him still with that thick shaft buried teasingly inside of him.

“Control
yourself, Kaioshin,” Kibito said huskily into his ear. His
lover's hot breath tickled the sensitive skin there and made Kaioshin
tremble from the chill that ran down his spine. Kibito watched as
Gohan approached Kaioshin, reaching down to grasp the deity's swollen
member. The contact made the divinity cry out, even as Gohan lower
his head to take him in.

Another wet sound.
Another moan. Kibito's hand had left Kaioshin's thick white hair and
Kaioshin's digits took their place. He held onto himself there,
struggling to contain his urge to release inside Gohan's skilled
mouth. Perhaps the teenage Saiyan wasn't as innocent as they'd
believed him to be. Perhaps another person had taught him. If they
had, they'd done well.

Gohan strove to exceed
at whatever he did, and Kaioshin felt it then, desperately trying
against his body's wishes to hold on. Kibito only made it more
difficult to the deity to resists, that deep bass of his voice
speaking into one elfish ear.

“See how eager he
is to please you?” Kibito purred, looking at Gohan from above
Kaioshin's delicate shoulder. “You're his Master now. Look how
well he wishes to serve you.”

The Supreme Kai could
do nothing but moan wordlessly, reaching down to tangle his eloquent
fingers in Gohan's thick hair. “Gohan,” the deity managed
to whisper to his pupil, “When I come, you're going to swallow
– every drop, understand?”

Gohan managed to hum
his approval, even as he enveloped Kaioshin in his glorious mouth.
From then on, Kaioshin became a puppet to Kibito's thrusts again,
capable of orgasming on command.

You're going to come
for me, Kibito growled to his
lover as he drove into him, brushing his teeth along the side of the
Supreme Kai's neck. And when you do, you're going to show
Gohan how much you love feeling me deep inside of you.

Yes, Kaioshin
responded, twisting his head to steal a kiss from Kibito. He knew
Kibito's words were intended to drive him over the edge, and they
certainly did.

The
deity's agreement to Kibito's demands continued repeating itself
along their telepathic connection. But when the pleasure began to
burst and flow from its reservoir, Kaioshin could not help but
vocalize his powerful climax to the world. As he cried out, his voice
so high a pitch it became nearly silent towards the end, Kibito
followed with his own baritone call. With another deep thrust, Kibito
reached as far as he could into his lover and erupted, claiming the
passage way quivering and tightening with orgasm around him.

Kibito's
pulsations stole so much of Kaioshin's attention that he hadn't once
noticed when Gohan choked. The teen had barely been able to hold the
deity's organ in his mouth when Kibito's movements had become more
frenzied and hurried. Still, like an obedient student, Gohan
swallowed all the deity gave him, quickly becoming intoxicated by the
deity's pure, reverent essence.

Gohan
collapsed then. Besides him, Kibito sat with Kaioshin still held in
his lap, steadying the trembling god in his arms. Together, the two
lovers lowered themselves onto their sides and then turned so that
they faced each other. Kaioshin was tiny against Kibito's massive
form – more than Gohan realized until that moment. He watched
as Kibito collected the breathtaking deity on his heaving chest and
marveled in the affectionate way the Supreme Kai's elegant fingers
began playing idly with the pale hairs dusted across Kibito's
pectorals.

Suddenly,
in the time span of a tired blink, Gohan found himself in the middle
of the outdoors, stretching as he yawned. The change was shocking and
confused him until he realized what had happened. He looked down and
found himself clothed again in the traditional fashion of the Kais.

Kaioshin's
voice reached to him, sounding very sated and equally exhausted.
Thanks for the fun, Gohan, but I think it's time you
continue your training. Majin Buu waits for no one.

As for us, the
deity continued, with Kibito's humored chuckle becoming his
background, You can wait until we finish our short rest
before your next break allowance.

And
then there was nothing left for Gohan but memories. Meanwhile
Kaioshin and Kibito enjoyed each others' lingering presence in bed.
Perhaps if Gohan was resourceful and capable enough to defeat the
revived scourge of the universe, they'd consider using him again.

Kibito
sincerely doubted it.
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