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More that Rivals	By : airyusangre Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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More than Rivals

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After watching him throughout the entire tournament—how much he’d grown, how far he had really come as fighter and a person—he knew he could hold back his feelings for him no longer. He knew he could not stand longing for him anymore; so much so some nights, he truly thought he might die. He had to risk losing him as a friend if they were ever to have the chance to become more than mere buddies, rivals. He had-
Oh! He was already leaving them again; to go on his next adventure no doubt! He was already so above him. Could he even be counted his rival anymore? . . . No, he would not allow him to leave him again. He had just defeated Piccolo at the 23^rd Tenkaichi Budoukai, the world saved by him once again. Could he save his world too? He was so into fighting, he didn’t know which way he swung or even if he did at all in that regard. But things do change; things are possible. He himself had thought that he had been only into women. But after have such strong feelings for his once tailed best friend and sure martial arts genius, after watching his prowess as he worked that day; he knew there was much more to both of them than either of them might realise.
Taking off after Kinto Un, Kuririn flew with solid resolve. He had to tell Goku the truth, no matter what the results would be.

“Oh, hi Kuririn! Was there something you needed?” asked Goku with large curious eyes, still riding Kinto Un from the tournament grounds, Kuririn flying right beside him. All the times he went out on a journey to train alone, Kuririn had never followed him before. But his smile faded when Kuririn turned his head and looked at him seriously.
“Where are you going now Goku? You always leave us for years to train. It seems we only get to see you if there is going to be a tournament. Where are going you now?” he asked earnestly.
“Kuririn, why so serious? Have I done something to make you mad?” Goku inquired intently.
Yes, you make me mad; drive me out of my bloomin’ mind! You’re so great when it comes to battle but oblivious when it comes to other things. Why couldn’t you just for once-
“Kuririn, why do you suddenly smell so good?” asked Goku, stopping Kinto Un so he could lean in closer and sniff Kuririn.
Kuririn turned bright red and began panting as Goku’s nose lightly touched his neck while sniffing him. He did not know if he could take it!
“Kuririn, are you okay?” asked Goku seriously, not at all liking how sick his friend suddenly looked.
“I-I’m alright. C-can we go to your house, Goku?” whispered Kuririn, after sipping some air.
“Sure. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. But I do have something important to talk with you about. I think I’d rather us both sitting when I do.”
“Is it alright if I catch something to eat first?”
“Sure. I’m a bit hungry myself.”
Kuririn watched with mixed feelings as Goku began to devour chunk after chunk of roasted boar every time he pulled another piece off the giant specimen. Most things on Mount Paozu must have been huge. But that probably suited Goku and his appetite quite fine. He continued watching Goku eat; still fascinated by his enormous appetite but glad that he was enjoying himself.
“Aren’t cha…gonna…eat?” uttered Goku in between bites.
“Huh? Uh, yeah,” Kuririn answered, tearing off a nice chunk of meat and taking a bite. When Goku gave him the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen then, he started choking.
“Kuririn! I know it tastes good but you have to chew well before swallowing,” informed Goku, moving to pat Kuririn on the back.
Kuririn let Goku think that’s what it was, and more carefully began eating his chunk of boar meat. It was pretty good, and there was no other in the world he wanted to share a meal with at that moment. Though, he was still anxious on just how he would express his feelings to Goku. He prayed then as he ate for Goku not to hate him. Even if they weren’t meant to be together in the way he hoped, he wouldn’t be able to bear losing his friendship; that he was sure of just as he was of his love for Goku.
“Mmm, that was good!” expressed Goku happily after finishing his last bite. “You want to bathe with me Kuririn?” he suddenly asked innocently. After living with and being trained by Kami and Mr. Popo for a few years, he had become accustomed to bathing each night before going to bed. And since Kuririn was still there, why not? He did enjoy his company. And Kuririn still seemed to have something pressing on his mind; he thought a good soak would help ease his friend.
Kuririn took a deep breath before answering. He didn’t know if it would be a good idea or not. “Uh, s-sure Goku,” he finally answered nervously, twiddling his thumbs.
Kuririn had kept his eyes away while they each washed a little ways from each other. But once they were both clean and in the large round metal fire-heated tub outside to soak, it was difficult to stay calm. Goku was right there in all his naked glory! He had to focus! Maybe he could tell Goku now.
“Kuririn, are you alright? You look sick like you did earlier today.”
Kuririn closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Slowly opening his eyes he began. “Goku, I love you; I’m sure I have for a while now-,”
“Was that what was on your mind? I love you too Kuririn. You’re my best friend. ‘M sorry if I’m not always the greatest friend, but I really love to fight and train to be better. Don’t you?”
Kuririn sighed heavily then. Just as he had thought, Goku did not understand. “Goku, I love you as my best friend and comrade but so much more than that. I want… I need…” It was so frustrating. How could he tell Goku that he wanted hold him his arms and make him call his name in pleasure until the morning? That he yearned to share the rest of his days and nights with him? How-
“You want to do to me like they do in Roshi’s naughty books, huh?” suddenly asked Goku softly. Kuririn’s eyes shot to his then; his nerves so wrecked, he thought he might actually combust. “But I don’t understand Kuririn. ‘M not a girl. How? I don’t understand,” he said softly, embarrassed that he didn’t possess some of the same knowledge his friend must.
“It’s a little different, but guys can make love to each other too. I can show you. Is it okay if I do?” whispered Kuririn, nerves wracking his body but hope shining in his eyes, as he began moving over to Goku’s side of the tub.
Goku’s head slunk down then so his bangs covered his eyes. Kuririn halted coming any closer to him; his heart slamming in his chest as he awaited his answer.
“Okay. You’re my best friend, so I trust you. But if I want you to stop, please do.”
Kuririn couldn’t believe it! There was hope. Though, a kiss wouldn’t tell it all, it would tell a lot. If Goku didn’t feel the same, they would have to just remain friends. Whew. Okay, he was ready.
Coming closer to Goku, he moved until the gap between them was sealed; pressing his lips firmly to Goku’s. Once he found that Goku hadn’t repelled him, he began tentatively asking for entrance with his tongue. He was overjoyed when Goku started participating; enthralled by the ardent heat and deftness of his tongue as it began to plunder his own mouth quite heartily. Both feeling a bit peeved when they finally had to stop for air; their eyes half-lidded as they gazed upon each other with newfound hunger.
Kuririn was already so hard he ached but wanted more than anything for Goku’s first experience to be wonderful. Though he wasn’t the fondest of the idea, he thought he could make himself handle giving Goku head. Maybe the rest would go smoother after that. He was determined.
Taking a deep breath and going under the water, Kuririn moved until his lips were secured around Goku’s bulbous member as far as he could take him in without choking.
“Kuririn! What are you-,” But Goku’s words soon halted. The strange strangling pleasure he felt between his legs was something he had never known; something he hadn’t words for if he could utter them then.
Kuririn began doing his best to lave his tongue around Goku’s hardness; striving to keep sucking with just the right amount of pressure without getting water into his mouth. It was a daunting task, but he managed to keep a nice rhythm for longer than he’d thought he could before having to come up for breath. On one powerful suck, he could hear Goku moan so good; he didn’t know how much longer he could wait.
When he finally surfaced for air, Goku pierced him with his half-lidded but incredulous eyes. “Why…did you…stop?” he panted harshly, peering at Kuririn wildly.
“I…needed air,” panted Kuririn. “Not only that, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. We need to move further along. Come here.”
“But Kuririn, I felt like something big was going happen. And then you stopped,” whined Goku.
“It’ll still happen,” said Kuririn, grasping hold of Goku’s hard length and beginning to stroke it with the same dedication he had sucked it.
Goku grasped onto his shoulders then tightly; his hips moving frantically without him into Kuririn’s deft hand. Something incredible was…so close… Uhhh! Goku rent the air with a loud moan as waves of immaculate bliss began to undulate throughout his loins, pleasure permeating his entire body until he was spent of his seed.
He slumped onto Kuririn then; still trying to breathe and regain his composure. He eventually calmed down and pulled away from Kuririn. “That was…I don’t even know how to… Wow. Thank you Kuririn,” he expressed happily, bringing Kuririn into a warm embrace.
But when he felt something hard press against his stomach, he lifted Kuririn up to see what it was. Oh! Kuririn’s chinko had gotten hard too. While he did want his friend to feel good too, he didn’t know if he could handle doing what Kuririn had done to him. Putting him back down in the hot water, Goku’s head slumped. “Kuririn, I don’t think I can handle putting all of your privates…in my mouth; never thought it be bigger than mine.… I want you to feel good too, but I-,”
“It’s alright Goku. What I really want is to be inside you,” suddenly said Kuririn forcefully. “Can I show you the rest; while I’m still able?” he asked seriously, his breaths harsh as he strove to maintain control.
Goku looked at him questioningly then; beginning to rub his head scar. But when Kuririn moved closer and whispered where he wanted to put his hardness, Goku’s eyes widened then so much they looked as if they might pop out of his head. “Kuririn… But that’s my… I don’t think I would like that very muc—,” He had been going to say more, but when he saw Kuririn’s face deflate, it made him very sad.
“Okay, you can,” said Goku softly.
“That’s alright Goku. That shouldn’t be done unless you really want it too. I’ll be alright. This will go away eventually,” Kuririn answered, looking down hard at his heavy turgid length.
No. It was not alright. Goku was determined then. He was strong. He could endure it. If it would make Kuririn happy, it would make him happy. Resolute then, he swiftly grasped onto Kuririn’s arms and forced him against a side of the large metal tub. He didn’t know of how else to do it but to do it, so he began forcing his hips down onto Kuririn’s. Kuririn tried to stop him, but he was determined. His best friend deserved to feel good too.
Though it felt strange and unpleasant; Goku began forcing Kuririn’s long hardness into his most private place, both grunting once he was finally seated to the hilt. “O-okay K-Kuririn. You have to do the rest,” panted Goku. It felt so strange and even painful to have Kuririn inside of him like that, but he wanted for his dear friend to be happy.
“Goku! You didn’t have to-,” Goku halted his complaint, rotating his hips; making both of them suck air through their teeth. Kuririn could take no more. He swung Goku around then until his back hit a side of the tub; pulling out to the tip and beginning a sedulous rhythm in and out of him. Kami! Goku felt so good! Their joining felt so right! He began chanting his love for Goku then with every powerful thrust; water sloshing everywhere, Goku’s deep moans a euphoric symphony he never wanted to end.
He stroked Goku diligently—his insides and that sensitive bundle of nerves within with his turgid member, his hand also doing so to Goku’s sprung-to-life-again member—loving that the pain had finally morphed into pleasure for Goku too. That’s what Kuririn had wanted more than anything—to drown in perfect bliss with the one he loved the most in the world.
And when their climax began together, he was overjoyed. The exquisite feel of Goku clinging onto him for dear life, his inner walls squeezing him deliciously as Goku began to moan his name too, his own zenith pervading him in undulations of perfection; it was all so much more than he had believed was possible. But thank Kami it was real. It just wouldn’t have been the same without his Goku.
As Goku slumped onto him tiredly, Kuririn eased his member out of him and held him affectionately; running a hand through his lovely thick dark locks. Even if it might only be for that one time, Goku had given him more than he could ever hope to repay.
But then he became downhearted. What if Goku still didn’t understand; didn’t really want it and was just enduring for him, merely reacting to persistent stimulation? He couldn’t take that! He wanted to share the rest of his life with him; to make love to him many more times over the course of a lifetime, for them to eventually grow old together. Maybe that was corny to some, but that’s what he wanted—for him and Goku to be happy together for the rest of their lives.
“Kuririn?” Goku gazed at him with his large piercing onyx eyes. “Aren’t ya happy?” he asked in sadness and disbelief. Hadn’t he given Kuririn what he wanted? Why was he sad?
“Are you happy Goku? Was this what you really wanted? I want to live with you, share my life with you and do what we did here and more, many more times throughout our lives. But only if that’s what you want too; only if that would be your happiness as well.
Goku walloped him playfully on the head then, smiling again. “Baka Kuririn. Then be happy. You can stay with me as long as you like. And I wouldn’t mind doing what we did here again—just not tonight. My back is a bit sore now,” said Goku laughing, gingerly rubbing his behind.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes Kuririn. Stop being silly you’re my best friend in the whole world!”
“We’d be much closer than friends Goku, you understand that, right? What we did here in this tub you don’t do with your friends, you do it with your koibito, your life-mate, the one you love with your whole heart more than any other.”
“So that’s much more than friends…. I know this, if anything bad were ever to happen to you, I couldn’t take it! I would destroy whoever was responsible and then be very sad for a long time because the Dragon Balls can’t bring you back again.” expressed Goku passionately.
Kuririn smiled then. It was real. It would be okay. Kuririn washed himself a bit and then hopped out of the tub without another word; proceeding to dry off and get dressed.
“Kuririn?” asked Goku worriedly.
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to Kame House to get my things. I’ll be home soon,” he said with a smile. It felt so good to be able to say that to him.
Goku waved as Kuririn flew off. He wanted to go with him but suddenly felt very tired. He slowly made himself get out of the tub, get dry and dressed before putting out the fire. And as he lay down on his lonely bed, he couldn’t keep his eyes open if he tried.
When Kuririn got back to the little shrine-like house that was Goku’s home, he noticed everything was quiet and dark. He called out once and became unnerved that Goku’s Ki was so low and he received no answer. Quickly opening the door, Kuririn rushed inside. Procuring a flashlight from his bag, he turned it on and flashed it around. Aww. Goku was fast asleep, all curled up cutely in his bed.
Kuririn smiled warmly then. Doing the best he could to do so quietly, Kuririn put up his things, dressed in his pyjamas and laid down next to Goku; carefully pulling the covers up over the both of them. When Goku pulled him closer and sighed softly, happily, Kuririn felt very warm inside. He was truly happy then; more than words could say.
To Be Continued…
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