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A Night On The Town	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2029 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Night On The Town
- 1
17/Krillin/18/Yamcha

A night out on the town. Adventures in double/group dating. Anything is possible when the twins are involved. ;)

The Fill:

How it happened, Krillin had no clue. It just was, one day. Like waking up blind or passing away in your sleep. Without any symptom or cause or explanations. The doctors would be equally flummoxed as the patient and family.

Since when had Yamcha and Juunanagou been dating?

It made even less sense than Vegeta and Bulma. The cruel, uncaring android, and the loveable scarred rogue? Okay, okay, maybe he could understand Juunanagou liking guys, since he certainly never made it obvious that he liked woman. But they had never even met, as far as Krillin had known. He had no idea they had even spoken. Yet here they were, sitting on the other side of the booth, smiling at each other.

What the hell had happened?

He pinched himself to make sure this was happening. But no, the image of them grabbing at each other still existed; no matter how hard he blinked. They really were there, flirting and kissing ah god his eyes

When he finally wiped his cheeks dry and his eyes until they leaked and bright shapes drifted from his closed, bruised eyelids, he came to grips with this. No, the short fighter finally had to admit, comes to grips with, this was reality. Cruel, cruel reality, with only one bright spot that only brought on more emotional pain and hardship.

His own ‘date’ just sat there, gaping at them.

To use the term ‘date,’ even sarcastically, seemed to be stretching the truth. She barely looked at him, perhaps finding it too painful as well. Mostly, Juuhachigou just stared at her twin, that laughed at Yamcha’s bad jokes and put his head against his shoulders to read off the same menu.

Personally, while the couple shared an omelet, feeding one another, neither he nor Juuhachigou could eat a bite. She just drank coffee, glaring at her brother over the lip of the ceramic mug. ‘I’ll get you for this. I’ll get all of you for this’ was the hidden meaning in her tearing open a sugar packet.

But for a chance to be near to her, no matter how much the prospect frightened and thrilled him, Krillin had agreed to all this.

“Listen,” in his leather jacket, Yamcha looked like his old teenage self, the one that had tried to kill Goku and Bulma. “You gotta come with me.”

“Why? Oh my god, is he holding you hostage?”

“What, no, man. It’s just,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I said I’d bring you along. And hey, I’ll make him bring along a guest.”

“Who?”

“You know who.”

Krillin immediately had a death grip on the man’s collar, pulling him down eye-to-eye. “Don’t you mess with me like this. Don’t you push me.”

“I’m not! Hey, loosen up.” But Krillin didn’t let up him.

“I swear, I’m telling you that if you come along, I can talk Juunanagou into bringing his sister.”

Hope and disgust waged a war in the smaller man. “You sure about this?”

“Oh, it’ll be fine. You and me on the town with a pair of hot dates. What could go wrong? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Krillin continue to shudder. The least of it was Yamcha liking another guy. He could still see Gero’s head being crushed, the roll of one loose eye away from the blue shoes, the cruel smile and pale eyes. “Don’t describe Juunanagou like that. Just don’t.”

“Aw, come on. You have to get over this prejudice you have. Juunanagou’s adorable. Besides, I wasn’t mean when you were trying to get into Juuhachigou’s pants, right?”

“I wasn’t! Look, just promise me you can get me to see her again. I was worried about her.”

“Sure you were.”

“I was! Now, damnit, get off this island before I come to my senses and say no.”

Sure enough, while Krillin huddled in the booth and kept his eyes on the exits for a quick escape, the pair of androids had come into the bar. All the fear and shame only rose at the sight of the blonde, such a heavy weight that he couldn’t jump out of the booth, hop over the next two seats, and crawl over the table to the fire exit.

“Hey, Krillin,” Juunanagou practically jumped into his lap. “How’ve you been doing? Still working out?”

“Get off me!”

“Juunana, get off him.”

But Yamcha finally had to be the one to pry the slim man off Krillin. “Come sit in my lap.”

“Ugh.”

“What, it’s alright; I’ll sit in your lap later. Oh,” he threw back a thumb behind him. “Here’s my sis.”

“Hi, Juuhachi--”

The look on her face took all his words and threw them right out the door.

In those miraculously blue eyes, she murdered them all. Slowly and painfully, in a variety of ways, some involving skewers and fire, others simply the removal of organs and limbs. Pure facts in her mind, beyond a dream, beyond a fantasy. There would be punishment for her suffering here.

All that time spent with the icy Juunanagou and a hostile Bulma had made Yamcha immune. “Hey, Juuhachigou, what do you want to drink?”

‘Our blood,’ Krillin wanted to tell him. But he didn’t dare speak. When that gaze fell on him, he turned away with a low squeak.

Juuhachigou had sat down with a heavy collapse that only she could make look graceful.

He had thought so long and hard about seeing her again, concocting fantasies that grew more desperate and varied as the hour would draw late. Okay, she’ll be shopping and we’ll make eye contact when we both reach for the same milk carton. I see her in a bar, and buy her a drink, and she’ll act all cool until we both get drunk and maybe wander out together. Someone will come to destroy the planet again, and right before a blast either knocks me dead or unconscious, I’ll see her pointing and laughing. She’ll be nice, she’ll be cruel, she’ll be hurt, she’ll save me.

But the reality was even worse: she just didn’t seem to care about him at all.

She ordered a cup of coffee unlike the rest of them, while Krillin trembled and keep a solid foot of air and anxiety and torn cushion between them. He could barely pay attention to Yamcha and Juunanagou as the evening worn off, proving that even horror can become monotonous. If he could just say something, anything. Anything.

Say anything.

“So, I guess you androids can date.

“…funny. You seemed so quick to dismiss that when Gohan blurted out that I had a crush on you.”

Oh my god he couldn’t stop speaking

“But a lot of girls feel the same way, so I guess that makes you even more normal.

“I’m sure other guys have probably asked you out. But I guess you weren’t interested, or it didn’t last since you’re hear as my ‘date’?”

Why had he said that why couldn’t he stop talking oh god let the aneurysm take him now

“Are you the designated driver? Does this mean that the rest of us can get ripped out of our minds? Because seeing your brother with my friend really makes me want to get drunk.”

Stop speaking

Immediately, after Juuhachigou turned her shocked face from the other couple, to him, and then back, she was motioning to the waiter for a beer.

“I guess we’ll just call Bulma for a ride if we get too wasted to drive home. I’m sure she’ll love that. I’m not sure if I’m being sarcastic or not.

“She might even bring Vegeta. He’ll be glad to see you. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure he doesn’t go crazy and try to get revenge. Yamcha and I will be human shields.”

The waiter came back with her drink, and she hurriedly began finishing it.

“If you get drunk, do you have your address written down? Like in your wallet? You might want to pin it to your shirt.

“Where do you guys live anyway?

“Speaking of which, how did these two meet anyway?

Juuhachigou slammed her empty bottle down. “Shut up! I don’t know which is worst, you’re blabbering, or them?”

Since Yamcha was currently whispering words in Juunanagou’s ear, while pushing his hair back and making him giggle, Krillin thought this was unfair. “I’m not that bad.”

“Okay, maybe not.” Her face looked even more disgusted when her brother’s hand disappeared from view.

“Hey, whose hand is that? Whose hand it that?” He didn’t even waste a second believing it was Juuhachigou’s. Ducking under the table, he saw that it was encased in white, and further up, black.

“Stop grabbing at me!”

“You’re on a date with that idiot. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself for one evening?” Juuhachigou sounded like his mother.

Scolded, Juunanagou detached himself from Yamcha. “What, he doesn’t mind.”

“Of course he does,” Krillin informed him. Was ‘he’ him, or Yamcha?

“It’s nothing you haven’t experience to some degree.” The tanner twin shrugged. “Maybe not with woman, or anyone as good-looking as me, true…”

“What are you talking about?”

Yamcha coughed suddenly. “Well, I sorta told him stories about us. Like our sparring.”

“That’s such a kind euphemism.”

Juuhachigou looked horrified.

“What? What?”

“We didn’t do anything!”

“You didn’t?” Juunanagou looked offended, and stared at his date for an explanation. They all stared at his date for an explanation.

“Well. See. We didn’t do that much. Maybe I exaggerated a few details…”

“Including that stuff about size?”

Juunanagou spat up her coffee, oddly politely into a napkin. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“No, no that was accurate.” Yamcha was playing with his glass to avoid eye contact. “I mean, about the wrestling part.”

“I knew it!”

“What?”

“Yeah, me and Krillin didn’t uh, wrestle in mud really.”

“And the comparing sizes, and the mutual masturbation, and the circle jerk, it was all lies?”

“oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

The dark cyborg shook his head. “Can’t believe I believed that. And that I let you sleep with me.”

“Oh, come on, Juunana.” No matter who he ended up with, Yamcha would always end up pleading with them for forgiveness.

"Wait. Wait. You used me to get laid!? I can't even use me to get laid!"

Maybe that was an incredibly stupid thing to say before the girl he liked, but his outrage wouldn’t allow silence.

Juuhachigou was pointing and laughing at him. “You were the bait.”

“Oh, like you weren’t talking about him when we were going around trying to kill Goku.”

She looked even more horrified than she had before. All the laughter died from that pale, spectacularly amazing face. The angled eyes were afraid, and his heart went out to her, despite the curiosity that blossomed forth hope and joy.

“What was that you said, hmm? The exact wording…I believe it was: you wanted to lick honey-mustard off his abs until he cried to Goku for help?”

Krillin held his hands up to protect his stomach. “That’s filthy, Juuhachigou.”

“Why honey-mustard?” Yamcha was compelled to ask.

“Shut up.” She was pale and trembling. “All of you. Shut up.”

Finally, the manager of the establishment overhearing all this came out of the shadows. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you folks to leave.”

At the park, after scaring away some punk kids that Chi-Chi was terrified her son would grow up to be, Krillin and Juuhachigou were left alone.

Yamcha and Juunanagou had grabbed a few beer bottles and were currently chasing each other on the jungle gym equipment. Their modified version of tag was clearly just a game of grab-ass. They bounced off the slide, hung off the bars, swung around this metal spinning thing, and were painfully happy.

He and the blonde cyborg kept to the swings. They shared a bottle between them, passing it back and forth while listening to laughter and the creak of rusted chains above them.

“At least no one we know overheard all that.”

“Oh, yes. I’m so glad only strangers saw my shame.” She looked ready to spit out her beer.

“It was so bad.” Krillin looked at his feet rather than her. He took the bottle back. “You shouldn’t hold these things in. Or they’ll just come out in crazy ways. Like Vegeta.”

“Maybe,” Juuhachigou appeared thoughtful. “But I meant my brother.”

“Well, maybe they don’t know he’s your brother. We didn’t.”

It was her turn for the bottle. “Don’t remind me.”

“Come on you guys! What’s the point of being at a park if you won’t go on the jungle gym?”

“Shut the fuck up, Juunanagou!” She would have appeared irrationally crazed if you hadn’t known what she’s been put through that evening. “I hope you smash your head on the monkey bars!”

Her twin waved merrily before tackling Yamcha and pulling him onto the wood chips. Krillin didn’t reach for the bottle back; she needed it more.

“What kind of grown adult still goes on jungle gyms?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he gave a kick to propel him backwards on the swings. “You don’t think this is fun?”

“It’s childish.”

“That’s the point.” Krillin smiled, leaning forward and back.

“Bizarre,” she was mumbling defensively into her drink.

He zoomed forward, feeling the wind rushing around his body. Stupidly, it reminded him of flying, which he could actually do without need of equipment. Still, his stomach gave a twinge like it hadn’t in a long time. “…Honey mustard, huh?”

“Fuck you too.”

“Is that what you wanted? Or did you just want to smear me with condiments. You know, it’s getting kind of hot. I think I’ll just undo a few buttons here.”

Normally when a pair of icy blue eyes stared him down, he became uncomfortable, and would ask Juunanagou to look away. Now he could only bask in it, and pull his shirt further from his stomach. "Oh. You like? I knew martial arts would get me a girl, one day."

“You’re a miserable little bastard, you know that.”

“You have such a filthy mouth.”

“Like you wouldn’t kill to have it on you.” She leaned forward on the swing, and he didn’t dare move.

“You know, before this goes any farther, I have to warn about one thing?”

“Really. What?”

“Uh. I need Master Roshi’s permission to bring you home.”

“Really.”

“Yeah.” Krillin waited for her to throw wood chips into his eyes like her brother was doing to his own date.

“Well, who says we’re going back to your house?”

“Oh. Okay. So, were do you guys live?”

"I'm not telling you that."

"Why not?"

"It's just safer that way," she was watching her brother harassing Yamcha, pulling his sports jacket over his head and dumping dirt down his pants. "For everyone."

“I’ll find out some way.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

Krillin just finished unbuttoning his shirt as a response. “You know what I could go for, a hot dog.”

Juuhachigou's breathe, to his amazement and disbelief, was getting rougher. "Hate you."

"Aw, you don't mean that."

She was moving closer, far too close. For the first time in a while, he had to squeak again in distress. "Hey. Uh. Hey. Juuhachi?"

“You know, I think I’m going to just put this shirt back on. It’s getting cold.”

“Oh, no, you’re not.”

“But…there’s no mustard.”

“I don’t need mustard.”

Never before would Krillin have found such a phrase so frightening. Slowly, he slid from the swings with a soft thump of compacted dirt against tennis shoes.

“Now that Goku’s dead though, who are you going to call for help?”

“Uh. Uh. Gohan?”

“Oh, but Gohan’s far too young to see what I’m about to do with you.” He had time to hear her purr that out before fleeing towards Yamcha and Juunanagou. What they would do, how little they would protect him, did he really even want to escape her furious, leering grip passed through his mind right before she jumped on his back. Krillin managed two steps before collapsing, her laughter ringing in his ears. Oddly ominous.

“Come on, shrimp.” One arm was around him throat, the other on his stomach, and both were warnings. “Like this isn’t what you wanted?”

He was on his knees, taking the full weight of her on his back. Crawling forward didn’t displace her; Juuhachigou only seemed to cling tighter. “It isn’t!”

“Too bad because it’s what I want!”

Wood chips and dirt dug into his hands as he dragged himself further. Dark hair fell into his eyes, plastering itself to his forehead with sweat. “Don’t I get a say?”

“No!”

“Wow. Look at ‘em.”

He looked up, seeing Yamcha and Juunanagou staring at them. “Help?”

They shook their heads. Placed so far over Krillin and lit from above with street lights, they looked untouchable, and a million miles away.

Juuhachigou had tightened her grip, forcing him flat on the ground as Krillin tried to breathe. “Puppy.” She was rubbing his head. “You look so much better with hair.” Then she flung him onto his back and stripped him of his shirt to fling out of sight. It was definitely colder without it. Above them, there was cheering and taunting.

“Take his pants next!”

“Look you’re finally getting a girl!”

“Hey. This is great. We can have another couple to go on double-dates with.”

“Yeah, Juunana, Vegeta and Bulma aren’t that great at dinner conversations.”

“Stop watching!” Krillin could only yell and shake his fist at them.

“He’s right.”

“Yeah, Yamcha, we should join in.”

In the quiet park, there sound of footsteps coming to his struggling aid was ominous.

“Juunanagou! Get the hell away from us.”

“What? You can have Yamcha. It’ll be fair then.”

She made such a sputtering sound of protest that the scarred man was offended, and Krillin surprised. “Really? You think I’m a higher stock than Yamcha?”

Juunanagou was stroking his hair. “Sure.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Yamcha was hopping down from the bars, jaw set even from a distance. “I’ll be damned if I play second fiddle to Krillin.”

“Hey!”

"I'm not touching you." She threw her hands up, to show her complete disinterest in the tall man. Then they fell back to pet Krillin's chest.

“Fine, I don’t even like you. You’re rude, and scrawny. I don’t even know why Krillin likes you.”

“I’m scrawny!? What about him!” She pointed to her brother. Then she sat on the short fighter’s legs, cementing him in place.

“Come on Juuhachi, get off.”

“Oh, I will. Stop struggling. Or struggle more. Either will help.”

He shifted and wiggled under her more. “Stop using me this way!”

“Yeah, stop hogging him.”

The slimmer man was already tugging off his clothes.

“No. No! You put your shirts back on Juunanagou!”

Yamcha was sitting besides the squirming pair, looking on his date with a content smile. He started digging into wallet before waving around a dollar. The tall man was hiking an eyebrow, and both Juuhachigou and Krillin could only look on in disgust. “Pretty boy, want to make some money.”

“Stop it.”

“Ugh.” Krillin tried pushing Juuhachigou off, and it was like shoving a brick wall.

Juuhachigou didn’t appear to notice the hands frantically pushing at her shoulders. “Stop stripping! You’re ruining the entire process of undressing for me.”

Her brother continued to dance about, to a glassy-eyed Yamcha. “If only we had some music.”

“I could sing,” Krillin spat out, and was met with shudders from the other three people.

“You’re such a freak, Juunana.”

“Really? Me? I’m the weird one?”

“You are! What about when you put out that add in the paper to find our ‘parents’? God, how many times were we prank called and nearly robbed?”

“What? What?”

“You didn’t even find them!”

“At least I tried!”

“Awww, you guys wanna see your parents again? I’m so sorry.” Krillin hugged her, and then Juunanagou when the tanner man threw himself into him. Yamcha made a whining noise when he touched Juunanagou, even if it was unwanted. “I’m sorry.” The twins could only smirk and rest their heads against his shoulders and grin.

“We don’t remember them at all.” Juunanagou was blowing air into his ear.

“Nothing about our childhood.” The blonde woman was caressing his sides, sliding fingers into his pants and underwear.

“Let’s not compare childhoods,” Yamcha warned. “Because I’ll win. And teenage years.”

“No you won’t.” Krillin tried to shove the dark haired man out of his face, and got absolutely no result in return. “I win that contest. Don’t even.”

“I spent those years with Bulma!”

“I spent them alone!”

“You know, if we’re going to have a contest, let’s make it interesting,” Juunanagou clapped his hands together, a fiendish grin on his regular face.

“Uh-oh.” Both Juuhachigou and Krillin echoed.

“Oh, come on, we’re all thinking it!” At the blank states, he clarified. “Who’s bigger?”

“God, Juunanagou.”

His sister was laughing. “Do we really want an answer to this?”

“True. Since we know you’ll just win anyway.”

It was remarkable how quick she was at throwing one of her boots at her brother’s head. And how accurate she was. And how strong, if the shocked look on his face was any indication.

She was wearing a skirt, and Krillin couldn’t help but notice how it had ridden up, how the stockings were without runs, and it was so like when he’d met her for the first time that he experienced déjà vu staring at her furious expression.

The memory of the attempted murder of his friends warmed his hear enough to reach out for her. He grabbed her still booted foot, yanking her closer.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, if your brother’s undressing…” He shrugged. “It seemed unfair.”

She was crossing her arms, balancing on one leg while staring at him. “Uh-huh. Are you going to do the same?”

In his hands, the rough leather of her shoe seemed to plant promises against his palms. When he pulled it off, she didn’t blink. Her expression was more than a simple statue of a woman in repose. No, she was lying in wait to see what he did, daring him with her silence to continue.

Then he was flattened by Juunanagou’s desperate groping and kissing as the cyborg launched himself at the shorter man. “Oh yes, finally. And we didn’t even need to get you drunk.”

Juuhachigou was sliding down to rest on her knees. “I told you he was easy. Aren’t you?” Affectionately, painfully, she grabbed his hair. “Puppy.”

“Yeah,” Juunanagou was grabbing his around the waist, tugging down his pants. “Much easier than I thought.”

His voice rose, accusing. “Than I was told.”

“Krillin,” Yamcha’s voice was as ragged as it was whiny. “Stop hogging the hot androids.”

“Ugh.”

“Aw, Yamcha.” Juunanagou rose from Krillin’s crushed and now-relieved form. “Flatter me more.”

His friend’s voice had dropped to become husky. There hadn’t been such open confidence in the taller guy in years. Not since Vegeta had arrived. “Oh. I will. Come here.”

Krillin refused to look behind him.

It would prove to be his downfall.

A hand squeezed his ass. “Whose hand it that? Whose hand is that?”

“You know whose hand it is.”

He slapped at it, to no avail. “Stop groping me. I’m not doing anything with you.”

“Oh yes you will.” There was a terrifying look on the darker twin’s face. He became that scary teenage monster that popped out of those tube-coffins and behind a layer of smoke.

Yamcha was grabbing his head, kissing the side of it without any fear.

Krillin looked to Juuhachigou vaguely hoping for an answer.

Somehow, while he’d been distracted, she had slipped off her shirt. The blonde shrugged at his confused face. “They’re just fucked up. Ignore them.”

That was increasingly easy to do. Especially when she had shrugged.

She noticed his obvious glassy look and raised a sunny eyebrow smugly. “Oh. You like?”

“What’s not to like?”

Juuhachigou looked downward thoughtfully. Admiring the flawless pale skin and black lace bra that scarcely hid it. “That’s true.”

Someone was pressing into his side, licking up his bare chest and sliding his fingers through the belt loops to hold him in place. His own hands went to tug down her skirt, pushing it down. Together, he and Juuhachigou managed to peel off her stockings. She kissed him, cupping his chin and sliding a tongue tasting of electric spit and sour beer into his mouth.

After that he was lost.

Flesh surrounded him, warm and inviting and so unfamiliar. He actually giggled when a mouth found its way onto him through the remaining barriers. A soft hand unzipped his pants to slide his cock out, and this was all too incredible to be happening to him. How could he be here, in some park with Juuhachigou’s hand between his legs? Wasn’t he the loser whose permanent virgin, girlfriendless status was a constant joke with his friends? Could he really be currently getting sloppy, lovely oral sex from a beautiful woman he had fallen in love with forever ago?

Yet, here he was, and it was all gloriously real. His laughter stopped when another mouth closed over his so hard that their teeth nearly clashed and his lips burned. Wait. If that was her…

…or was it her?

“Who’s doing that?” Someone asked.

“Who cares,” was the answer they received.

He found himself kissing an expanse of lightly sun browned skin, fingers following behind his mouth. Yamcha was groaning something, and that was when Krillin realized that this back was much too broad.

His lips pursed into the warm skin. “Wait. Who’s…who is this?”

“Krillin?”

“Get off me!”

“Ugh.”

They shoved each other away, falling into the arms of their slim, smirking dates that had no problem holding them upward while they scowled at each other.

“Hah-ha.”

“Shut up Juunanagou.”

Krillin immediately turned away, finding more interest in the soft heavy breasts that his face was level with. He’d used to complain about being short, too. At the contact, Juuhachigou made a noise almost of protest, at odd when she cupped the back of his head. She pulled his hands, locking her fingers in his in way that was bizarrely more intimate than a kiss. Her mouth pressed against his forehead. “Here, undo this.”

The denim skirt was rough compared to her skin. She shoved down his pants, while his hands went around her waist. There was a soft whining noise when he trailed downward to touch the most intimate part of her. Under his hands, she was damp and warm and squirmed delightfully. Stretched out before him, he was reminded of how similar she resembled an angel of some sort. Just the sight made something in him sigh and melt. Those long legs with the bony knees and the tight ass and surprisingly firm and large breasts and those dark eyelashes of that pair of uniquely shaped eyes that fell half-lidded to hide the pale irises…he felt like his Master for a brief moment. A haunting sensation that made him pause for self-reflection to take in this situation.

Juuhachigou was looking away in return, perhaps disgusted by actually responding to him. So untouchable even while he was actually touching her. Somehow, that only made him a little crazier and more desperate. He nearly tore the bra off her, while his tongue circled around a painfully pink and erect nipple and his thumbs slowly stoked the folds between her legs until she was mewling. He was not his Master, for a variety of reasons. One of which was that this woman wanted him and was happily grabbing Krillin to keep him even closer.

It was impossible to turn away and stop, something that Juunanagou had obviously taken into account.

Fingers were pressing into him, damp and in a place they definitely had no business being. Krillin flinched at the intrusion. And the coldness. And why were his fingers wet?

“Stop it!”

“Stop tightening! You’re only making this more difficult.”

“Stick with Yamcha for God’s sake.”

“Oh,” the scarred fighter popped up behind Juunanagou, biting into his shoulder. “I don’t mind sharing a little.”

“Damn you.”

“You carry lube with you?” Juuhachigou was impatiently brushing hair from her eyes. “That’s so tacky.”

“This entire mess is tacky!”

Juunanagou refused to remove his fingers, and Krillin could sense the smirk on his face when he began to pant. He tried not to count the digits being pushed slowly, slowly, slowly into his inch by inch by inch. “Fuck, fuck.” His hands were trembling on Juuhachigou. Something was hit just right and he could only groan and shove himself backwards onto the fingers.

She was kissing him, while almost uninterestedly taking his penis in a dry hand. “You almost look like you’re in pain.”

“I—I—not pain. Juuhachi.”

Juuhachigou licked a trail of sweat off his cheek. “Are you sure? You look so very—“ Her hand tightened around him. “Stressed.”

“No. No.” His hair was clinging to his ears, hanging over his eyes.

“Fine. Fine. You win.”

“What was that?”

“More. Please.”

Juunanagou’s voice was grating. “Oh, now you want it? What if I don’t want to give it?”

His sister was playing with herself, ignoring the rest of them in that aggravating way of hers. Her head was turned away, while her fingers imitated exactly what Krillin wanted to do to her. At whatever his expression was at the moment, that mouth he’d spent so much time fantasizing about was curving upward into a smile.

“I can live without it.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Juuhachigou was coming closer, hair glowing in the overhead street lights. Easily, she took him back in hand to pull at his foreskin and tug him closer. Krillin whimpered just from the slight movement of pulling his hips forehead and away from the fingers still imbedded to stretch him within. “I think I can.”

“Fine.” There was a childish whine to his tone. “Fine.”

The slippery digits were pulled out, making Krillin gasp. Then again when something larger pressed itself to his entrance. It felt wet, but definitely not wet enough.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

Then he could feel Juunanagou pressed into him, the front of his thighs meeting the backs of his own and then Juuhachigou doing the same with a sharp bite to his throat. He could barely breathe when she turned around to grab him and lead him inside her as she slid downward to meet him. He hissed out air and breathed in blonde hair.

There was someone crying out, and now Krillin could understand that it was his friend. Did he do this a lot with Juunanagou? Pick up strangers or nearly, and sleep with them in public areas? Honestly, the shorter man couldn’t say it was necessarily a step down from when he’d dated Bulma. At least now he was definitely getting sex, and the fights were probably less bloody.

All those sane thoughts began swirling the drain when the two cyborgs sandwiching him began to shift against him. Her hair hung down to nearly touch her shoulders, and Krillin was sure her twin’s was the same. The dark hair on his own head felt it was stuck in unseemly clumps, upward and down to move in time with him. A loose grin grew on his face at the image of himself in such disarray. Like he was going Super Saiyan. Maybe he would bleach it? Did Juuhachigou like blondes, or brunettes more?

Juunanagou was slipping a hand around his neck like his sister had done a million years ago. “Like fucking horses,” he was panting.

“All sweaty, and.” He kissed Krillin’s ear. “Muscular.”

Fingers dug into Krillin’s hips, clinging, digging.

Yamcha was gasping, and it took him a minute to realize that every time he did so, Juunanagou was pushed further into him. Like being fucked by his friend through proxy. Only, if taken a step further…that meant the lovely thing before him was as well. Unsteadily, he pulled her close enough to hear a throaty purr building in that white throat he was forced to kiss over and over again until she shoved him away.

A hand pulled his head up by the hair, and Juuhachigou gave him an evil grin.

“You like?”

“You’re incredible.” He was nearly drooling. Helpless, he allowed her to manipulate his hands into her lap.

“Touch that. Slow.”

“You’re so tight.” His voice cracked.

“So are you.”

“I,” his chin fell to touch his chest. “You feel.”

“Better than Goku?”

“Hu?”

“Goku? You know, large fellow?” She plucked at his hair before her breathe caught in her chest. “Odd hairstyle.”

“Yes,” Juunanagou was grunting while behind him his lover sounded close to tears. “Surely we’re better than that lug?”

“Much better?”

“Sure,” Cruelly, the darker cyborg was thrusting himself in slower, shifting to hit that sweet spot that made Krillin grow weak. “We fuck you better than he did, right?”

He nodded stupidly, “Yes, better. Oh, fuck.” His fingers caught on her skin.

“Tell me,” A low grunt. “How much better we are.”

“Uh? Better?”Again his voice rose to shatter. His Adam’s apple jumped. “Better at what?”

“Screwing you.”

Juuhachigou was shifting, squirming to turn around and grab his chin. Those incomprehensibly deep and light eyes gave nothing away. “Krillin?”

She hardly used his name it seemed.

“Huh? Oh dear GOD.” His leg actually spasmed hard enough to kick Juunanagou and make him wince.

“I don’t think Dende would enjoy seeing what we’re doing to his little friend.”

“Krillin. Did you ever have sex with Goku?”

He had to pause to wrap his mind around that. “What? No!”

“Damn you Yamcha,” Juunanagou was yelling behind him. “Damn your sexy lies.”

“You’re revolting,” Juuhachigou muttered behind her. “Just disgusting.”

“I know,” her brother agreed. “Telling me all this stuff about the sex parties and experimentation. I’m so disappointed.”

“I wasn’t referring to him.” She was scowling. “Krillin?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Oh, shut up. I’m fucking you, not dating you.”

“Aw, but,” he gathered a handful of hair that fell to her nape, rubbing the tips of his fingers fondly into her scalp. “I like you.”

“I know.” A smirk turned up one corner of her mouth. “Gohan told me.”

“I’ll get him back for that. One day.

“Oh, I don’t think you have time for that.” She was twisting, catlike, humming.

“No-o-o-o?” his words were stretched out when Juunanagou pushed his cock into him completely, his chest cold and bony against Krillin’s hot back.

Strands of gold fell into her eyes as she peered up, pouting and licking her lips. “Definitely not.”

“Now.” She locked her hands behind his head and pulled him closer. “Hurry up and fuck me before I come to my senses.”

It took all of Krillin’s strength not to cry at how perfect she was at that moment, how special this moment was, and not to scream when he finally came with such force he was left weak as a kitten. At that point though, Juuhachigou was the one making all the noise and he could only lie against her while her brother pulled himself out to finish all over his smarting backside.

Together, obviously wearing matching smirks even though Krillin had his eyes closed, they slapped his ass hard enough to make him wince and know that a bruise would be there for a week. He fell asleep to their low laughter, and Yamcha pleading, trying to make them promise that they would do this again, maybe next week? Or how about tomorrow? Was that good with everyone? Were they free then?

“I wanna marry you.”

Juuhachigou stared him, brushing pale hair out of her eyes. There was a pause. “Who?”

“You.”

“Me.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes unfocused and refocused on him. “Why?”

“Because you make everything perfect.”

“Do I?” The smile upturned her eyes.

“Yes,” he whispered, moving closer to her. Her hand was warm in his own cold one. “Of course you do. Didn’t you know that?”

The flawless mouth was pursed. “What would this marriage consist of?”

“This?”

“This?”

“Well,” Krillin motioned to the sleeping couple. “Less of that.”

“Less? Just less?”

“None. They’ll be banned from the household.”

She was stretching out to reach for her clothes, movements languidly, and eyes half-lidded. “Which household is this?”

“Mine. Unless you want to tell me where yours is?”

“No.” Her voice was soft. “But don’t you live with those two perverts?”

He found himself still whispering along with her. “Yes, and the turtle.”

“Can I kick them out after we marry?”

“No. Wait. Maybe.”

“And children? Will I be forced to bear your young like a blood mare?”

“No, no. We can wait on the kids.”

“But we’ll eventually have them?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I bet with you as their mom, they’d be beautiful kids. Very well behaved.”

“I’m not having your children,” she hissed, shaking her head at his ridiculousness.

“Have a couple of towheaded kids. Live together free of perverts. What’s wrong with that?”

But Juuhachigou continued to scoff his hurried optimistic plans for the future. “At the very least, our kids would have black hair. Like yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Why wouldn’t they? It’s more dominant. Besides, all your friends have black hair and eyes, so the children will fit that theme.”

“It’s not a theme. It’s just a coincidence.”

“Color coded.”

“Oh,” he grabbed her hand to pull her closer to him. “Knock it off.”

“Or what?”

His mouth had closed over her ear and his hand over her breasts when they heard footsteps approaching. Crunched leaves and wood chips echoed through the park and ended Krillin’s heartbeat. A flashlight seared into his eyes and blinded him. But he could still make out the polyester shirts and the black hats sitting importantly on the men’s heads.

The security guard team was revolted. “Damn crack-whores. I thought we kicked you out last week.”

Yamcha jumped up to grab bits of clothing, using them not to hide his bare genitals that were still marked from Juunanagou’s mouth, but to cover his face. Oh yeah. He was a baseball player with fans and could easily end up in some magazine scandal rag from this. How Bulma would laugh and dig the whole story out.

Juuhachigou was somehow already half dressed, face down and no doubt horrified at being found like this. Krillin wanted to hug her, but was too busy pull on his khakis to look like a normal person who did not have sex in parks let alone spent his time having sex with prostitutes in the park. To be fair though, he hadn't had sex with any 'crack whores.'

...although that would explain Juunanagou...

He couldn’t find his shirt after a frantic minute searching, and gave up on it. And his shoes and socks. Every man for himself.

A sneer was as magnificent as the other man’s mustache was pointed in their direction. “Why do you have to do tricks in the park? Isn’t there back alleys for this?”

“Get out of here.”

“You should be ashamed.” They began walking away, unable to take the sight of two grown men taking advantage of such young jailbait. “This place is for kids.”

Juunanagou was yelling back at their disappearing backs, still nude and sitting on cold wood chips. “We were not here last week!”
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