Warning: Explicit overdose of sap, sentimentality, and Rated-M smex ahead.
Nameks are soulful creatures.
This is what makes their godlike mystic powers possible and no less than remarkable. They uphold soulful practice in everything they do. This is why they cannot commit themselves to anything with less than their full soul. The only time a Namek gives their body is when they wish to give their soul.
Soul-giving is not essentially a mutually interdependent practice.
A Namek may choose to devote themselves to a cause or to one who is already devoted to another. This is by no means considered a loss but a privilege. To be able to offer oneself is of the highest honour – one that demands no reciprocation.
The concept of Namekian love is one consummated by the act of giving in itself. Wholly and faithfully; without conditions, validation, or guarantees.
That is all and everything there is to it.
That, to a Namek, is what it means to love.
- Excerpts from the sacred Namekian codex that was once lost in time.
Swaying canopies overhead cast a shimmering halo of muted sunbeams over the amorous face above him; a kaleidoscopic mesh of butterflies gathering behind strong shoulders formed smouldering wings.
Piccolo Daimaoh Jr. knew his eyes were already open. But he blinked again – once, twice, for good measure.
…
Not elf nor faerie…
But demon.
A demon destined is to crush your father and claim the throne as rightful king of this world.
If you knew the truth…
Would you still have wanted me as a friend?
…
"Welcome back, Piccolo-san."
Waking up to a lover's greeting: The sunny smile just for him and the feathery nudge of lips punctuated with an Eskimo kiss—
"Gohan."
It wasn't bad at all. There was a part of him already looking forward to it and it terrified him somewhat… How that part was growing, reshaping him… rearranging the very structure of his world
Could it be…? That someone like him was meant to have something like this?
A wonderful destiny.
…
Am I truly awake?
…
Nameks did not normally dream. Sleeping was not a prerequisite for Nameks to develop, function, or regain strength. Even when they did sleep, they never did so long enough nor deep enough to experience it. Typical Namekian sleep constituted entering a brief hibernation-like phase where special brain waves that placed the mind in a deeper state of rest without going into REM were put into play. Dreaming to Nameks was quite like what unicorns were to humans…
Stuff of folklore.
Being an Earth-born Namek, Piccolo knew how to sleep the way humans did. He just never found much practical use for it. The rare times he did sleep (often when passed out from extreme exhaustion or knocked unconscious in battle), his dreams were passive, lucid ones—ones he was always fully aware of. For some reason– the only dreams Piccolo ever had were of long-forgotten memories, as clear-cut and vivid as waking reality itself. Never an assemblage of arbitrary albeit somewhat cohesive symbolisms; altogether whimsical and fanciful, though every bit real enough in their own right. Put simply:
Nothing at all like human dreams.
Generally, those memories he dreamt were echoes of Kami's or his sire's past—of a life and time much older than his reborn soul. Sporadically, one or two of Nail's would get thrown in. Whatever it happened to be, he was forever an outside spectator to it, even if they were as good as his. The only dreams that belonged to him—the only memories that he knew for certain were his own– were of Gohan. Often before, that's the only way Piccolo could discern that he was "asleep". Those were the closest thing to human dreams he ever had…
Ironically, even when awake, everything to do with the boy felt like a dream; if not a more breathable, tangible surreality…
A reality forever beyond his reach…
Being bonded to Gohan was like severing that already nebulous distinction in his mind between wakefulness and dreaming. So much so, that he strongly suspected his present reality might just be part of one long-winding and intricate dream that he would eventually wake up from…
To find himself lost and alone all over again…
As was his morose, lacklustre world, pre-Gohan.
Bonded…?
Piccolo sat bolt upright, barely avoiding a forehead collision with his companion who had fallen on his rear in startlement.
"P-P… Piccolo-san…?"
The Namek remained silent for some suspended moments, adorning a faraway look… Before he finally turned to his partner and said:
"We… have not yet performed… sexual union."
At that, Gohan's jaw fell slack. The hybrid teenager was about to pinch himself in the cheek to reaffirm that he was awake, when his lover beat him to it. Only– it was a little off the mark.
"Waaaahh!"
The ebony-haired youth's legs snapped together in reflex as his still very much unresolved (and very tender) rock-hardness was cupped and squeezed.
"P-P-P-P-Piccolo-san?!"
"I knew it!" was all the Namek had to say after his deed, even as the halfbreed's teary eyes addressed him in shock and confusion.
Fully intent on attending to his beloved Namek's pleasure before all else, Gohan's own "need" had been left unattended since Piccolo had drifted off over thirty minutes ago. Normally, that specific "problem" could have been easily resolved with a dose of good old-fashioned "self-help". But it was pointless. Not while his beautiful Namek lay there sound asleep, looking for all the world like a fallen angel. It was too rare a treat to pass up! Piccolo hardly ever opted to sleep on his own if the situation didn't enforce it. And although he didn't look any less enchanting to Gohan then, this time, as opposed to all the times the green-skinned warrior blacked out from battle injuries, he looked so serene and peaceful. To the Super Namek's number one and most avid admirer in the world, the sight was no less than thrilling to behold!
It has, after all, always been one of his secret guilty pleasures to watch Piccolo sleep. Thus, no matter how many times he tried to "relieve" his need, the mouth-watering visage of his reposing lover so vulnerable and sinfully naked was going to keep him turned on anyway.
Said mouth-watering, naked lover blinked up at him, before pointing to the angry bulge standing tall and proud in his crotch area and saying matter-of-factly:
"You need to put that inside me to complete the act, am I correct?"
Thankfully, he wasn't as prone to it as his mother, but Gohan felt like he was on the verge of a bite-size mental breakdown, unable to process how to respond to words he least expected to hear from Piccolo, of all creatures.
Just as off-kilter, his mentor continued to pay little heed to his befuddlement. True, Piccolo was still being attentive to his favourite pupil like he always was—just not to him per se, but more specifically, to an area of him down below…
The Namek's antennae twitched minutely, seemingly engaged in some secret form of communication with his lover's prominent "hardship", which bounced friskily in response to the naughty touch it received earlier from the green apple of its eye. It valiantly tried to burst out to meet its mate from the now frazzled school slacks that Gohan had kept on as he waited for—
"Did I fall asleep?"
Gohan managed a dumb nod.
"Crud," muttered Piccolo to himself. "It's these flowers…"
Maybe he was still adjusting to this uncharacteristic new "sultry" side to his mentor's personality but all the same, Gohan couldn't help but worry. Did the sexual experience they shared just minutes ago cause Piccolo's behaviour to be altered somehow? Was the pleasure too much for his beloved's reserved mind? He was sure he hadn't read anything about physical intimacy having drastic or adverse effects on Nameks (because he had, in fact, done his research beforehand). The last thing he wanted was for his beloved to get into anything he didn't want to; the last thing he expected was Piccolo more raring to have a go at it than him. (He suspected that this was just one of those "too-good-to-be-true" situations giving him a wild case of paranoia because he was having so much difficulty believing that Piccolo was even still here and eagerly participating at all)…
Gohan knew that with the less complicated option of asexual reproduction available to Nameks– intraspecific sexual intercourse was not a requisite. Sex was almost exclusively a method of reproduction dedicated to complex interspecific breeding when combining and passing on genetic attributes of another outside their species to their offspring was the goal. Furthermore, unlike the bigger part of the hot-blooded galaxy, Nameks weren't libidinous creatures by nature—therefore, weren't exactly adventurous nor reckless with whom they "blended" with. Sexual intimacy was preternatural of the Namekian race's traditional customs and—depending on whom they were mating with and why—could have a broad range of possible repercussions – most of which have yet to be documented, simply because it has likely never yet been done before.
Even for the highly adaptable and versatile race of Nameks or for the aggressive spacefaring and indiscriminately miscegenetic Saiyajins, it could be said that theirs was a maverick of interspecific unions. How often do a Namek and a Saiyajin—both highly-evolved super hybrids of their kind—fall in love and decide to shake up the already diverse evolutionary gene pool? If they mated and successfully produced offspring, a combination as unheard of as theirs would undoubtedly be the first in the history of time—and quite possibly also the last. Therefore, there was no way to predict the outcome of such a mating, not with no antecedent to go by…
Gohan wasn't even thinking that far into the future. All he was really concerned about then was his dearest Namek's well-being. Of course, the half-Saiyajin also considered that this could simply be how Namekians normally behaved when stricken with the biological imperative to mate (as equally unbelievable to him as it may be)…
A timid hand reached out to feel Piccolo's forehead for a fever, even if the owner of the hand knew that Nameks' temperatures were almost always perfectly regulated and that they were almost never afflicted with any of the most common illnesses. That hand was promptly grabbed and deftly pulled closer along with the rest of the demi-Saiyajin until their noses were lightly touching.
"Shall we pick up where we left off?" Piccolo murmured huskily.
"P-p-pick… u-u-uuhhh…"
"I'm sorry for falling asleep. We can have proper intercourse now."
"P-pro… uuuhhh…?" Gohan swallowed with some effort as his erection painfully stiffened further. "O-o-okay…"
"Are you alright?"
"Huh… Me? Y-yeah, I'm great! Heh! Everything's great! –More than great! Ha-ha!" Truth be told, he wasn't feeling much like himself either. He had not imagined how superlatively inebriating so much ecstasy could be, and it was taking no less than all of his conscious effort to stay sober enough to be intelligible. "I just… didn't expect you to be so… forthright."
"I'm always forthright," Piccolo stated, nose crinkled slightly as he second-guessed himself, "Is that… a bad thing on Earth… when it comes to mating?"
"What? Oh! No, not at all! At least– I don't think it is, especially since… we're lovers now." The sentence ended in a breathy whisper as tingles of excitement travelled up Gohan's spine. He grinned up at his mate goofily, eyes half-masts and cheeks on fire. "It's actually darn-awfully cute…"
Running the gamut of all names he's ever been called, Piccolo still couldn't comprehend where "cute" figured into the general picture of him. He's established that "cute" was a term Earthlings used on kittens, bunnies, and new-born babies… He's never heard anyone use it on green-skinned giants before… But, he supposed that if Gohan used it on him…
"Cute is good… right?"
"Uh-huuhh…" Gohan practically drawled.
They moved in, decreasing the space between them until there was none; their mouths grazed and melded, tongues eagerly meeting and frolicking. Gratified hums and grunts vibrated off their chests as tongues probed, fenced, and twirled. All the while, their hips ground none-too-gently into each other's already aching, hypersensitive groins.
"Piccolo-san…" Gohan panted as Piccolo drew back for air. "Are you… are you really okay with this?" Fiery pools of lapis lazuli possessed of steely determination bore into mud-brown counterparts, instantly absolving him of all apprehension.
Gohan's breath is stolen from him as he kissed all over again and slowly pushed onto the cushy ground. Piccolo's pliant lips moved over his so expertly and confidently, as though it hadn't just learned what a kiss was only a few hours ago. It felt so incredible that the half-Saiyajin was hard-pressed to keep up, so utterly floored by this new come-hither assertive side that his lover was exhibiting. He was still, in fact, trying to wrap his head around it… Was this really the same Earth-born Namek who has, and in many ways, always will be, the most naïve of all the grown-up Z-Senshi when it came to romance?
Of course, it really wasn't so implausible at all. Gohan knew well that unsophisticated naiveté didn't necessarily equate to ignorance. Even for ordinary people, it was possible to know things hypothetically without first-hand experience; instinct was a terrific repository of boundless knowledge when harmonized with intellect. For all his inexperience, Piccolo was a genius in his own right; sagacious beyond his years and having access to wisdom as far-reaching and infinite as the cosmos itself. It should not really come as a surprise that his brilliant lover suddenly knew things he did not only hours ago.
Notwithstanding the fairly logical premise, he still couldn't shake off his unease. The halfbreed was discovering many things about himself as well – things he wouldn't have believed before if he were not experiencing it at present. He never thought himself a jealous and paranoid type of lover, but when it came to his lifelong infatuation, he realized how impossible it was not to be…
In his mind, there was no other creature more alluring and more desirable than his dearest and most revered Piccolo-sama.
"I have not been sexually involved with anyone else, if that is what you're thinking," Piccolo said with an impressively straight face when he unhooked his lips to stare at his lover.
"Gah!" Gohan reddened. "P-Piccolo-san! Don't randomly read my mind like that! It's embarrassing!"
"I didn't."
The hybrid-Saiyajin knew Piccolo cared about him as much as any former megalomaniac ever could about anything. But reformed as he was, being attuned to the mood of the battlefield always came more naturally to the taciturn warrior than being perceptive about people's feelings, and yet, just now…
Gohan couldn't stay flustered for long—not when his darling dearest kept blowing his mind. His Namek was just so full of surprises today!
"You're amazing," Gohan cooed, crushing purple-hued green lips in a bruising kiss, pouring into it what he could of his inexhaustible, undying adoration for the man.
'I just… can't stand the thought of you not being all mine—and only mine.'
Piccolo blushed heavily underneath the combined assault of kisses and adulation, still not quite used to it enough to remember to counterattack.
"I can't imagine…" Gohan continued in between languid lip smacks, "…anyone who wouldn't want… someone as perfect as you."
"Well," Piccolo scoffed. "I for one, can't imagine any other Earthling dotty enough to want me—the way you do."
"You might be surprised," Gohan refuted meekly, eyes burning something fierce.
"I would," Piccolo quipped with one of his (indecently sexy) signature impish smirks.
Whether the Namek knew that he looked inordinately boner-worthy whenever he did that, Gohan couldn't tell– but he wasn't about to take the blatant seduction sitting down…
The demi-Saiyajin made sure to squelch it with vengeful open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of his lover's gracefully corded neck; deeply inhaling, tasting, and suckling– painting the smooth jade flesh with more bruises and bite marks; inwardly rejoicing when his cheeky Namek was reduced to reticent groans and whimpers.
Soon their mouths gravitated back to each other as hands persistently roamed, tongues slow danced, and lip-locks intensified; all amidst the stifled moans and breathless utterances of each other's names. Bleeding, angry patterns of crimson-violet formed beneath Gohan's nails as he wrapped his arms around the robust body atop him, grabbing on with even fiercer possessiveness.
"Piccolo-san, all mine."
'Gohan…' Piccolo's deep rumbling purr tickled his mind. 'It's irrelevant to me whether there are others who desire me or not… Because I don't want anyone else…'
"…I never have."
The statement was poignant enough to freeze time for Gohan. He stopped and stared at his most exalted mentor, dearest friend, and one truly adored love of his life.
"Stop fretting now," Piccolo whispered, affectionately wiping a stray tear travelling down his lover's flushed cheek.
Gohan slowly sat up and flung his arms around Piccolo to softly sob against his chest. The Namek soothed the boy as best he could – petting unruly ebony locks amidst gentle pats.
Finally, Gohan resurfaced and cradled Piccolo's face, smiling reassuringly and stroking with heart-stopping gentleness.
"I love you."
The Earth-born Namek's own hands went up to cup the demi-Saiyajin's fingers.
"I know…"
…
There is only one thing that I have always been sure of in this life…
…
"I love you, Gohan."
…
There is nothing else in the world I could love more.
…
Piccolo let himself be pushed down and straddled against the soft grass… Let his lips be claimed and kissed as his body was touched and revered…
It wasn't so much as fulfilling a destiny as it was surrendering to it…
Wasn't as much of destiny as it was fate.
…
I never dreamed that someone with as soul as beautiful as yours could desire someone like me.
You gave me the chance to be something more than what I was meant for.
I don't have much to give, but let this be my humble gift to you.
My body. My soul. All of me… And even more, if I could.
Thank you, Gohan.
Perhaps with this…
I can make the dream last forever…
…
-x-
Consummating their bond, with all of Gohan's faculties intact, was an intense cathartic experience.
That was all Piccolo knew as they continued to indulge in each other in that paradisiacal flower bed within that sacred forest. He had meant to give without expecting in return but was so thoroughly worshipped instead; kissed and held so tenderly that his heart ached from being made to feel such a fragile kind of love – a love he knew he didn't deserve.
But Gohan loved him. The boy's touches left no room for doubt. Everywhere those lips perched and nestled, every sigh that tickled his skin, every breath that carried his name like it was the only thing that mattered—like he was truly the most precious thing to Gohan in the entire world…
The Earth-born Namek has only ever cried out of anger, sadness, and frustration. The only time he had ever shed tears for other reasons before, he didn't understand what they were. Relief, gratitude, and even joy—feelings that transcended everything that he believed his former self was capable of—was all because of Gohan. Since then, his tears, and all his emotions have always been because of and for only Gohan. Even now…
Piccolo has never experienced happiness so devastating that hot tears wouldn't stop filling his eyes and spilling down his cheeks; utterly lost as to why being loved so dearly by this one person could make his heart ache even more than being unloved and even reviled by the rest of the whole world. But what mystified him the most was why those tears were reflected on his lover's sweet, beguiling face…
Everything about those moments seemed magical and perfect, as though their bodies were performing a ritual that they had known since the beginning of time, and yet, was only about to have their first experience of. The lingering fragrances of the tulip beds, suffused with their mixing scents and arousals, all coalesced into an intoxicating ambrosia that more thoroughly submerged their minds in wild currents of untamed desire and unbearable bliss.
And somehow, though unspoken, they both knew it then… The tears in their eyes were their reunited souls rejoicing. They were the two star-crossed soulmates who were always meant to bond as lovers one day. And that day has finally come…
Everything was as it was meant to be.
Only when every inch of rubicund-crested, verdant skin had been lavishly caressed by Gohan's doting lips did the youth sweep aside Piccolo's long legs to join their bodies in the most intimate way. He palmed his lover's inner thighs, assiduously petting the flesh there like a sculptor moulding a masterpiece; fingers teasing so close but not quite close enough. It made Piccolo's head spin faster and his limbs quake harder, so feverishly aroused by then, that he could no longer hold back the delirious moans.
Barely being able to keep his eyes open only magnified the sensation of one stout, calloused digit as it slowly but surely entered him; rolling gently and twisting from side to side until it was deep inside him, before it moved out and then back in again. Piccolo's breaths quickened as the finger kept repeating this action with painstaking deliberation, attempting to widen the narrow aperture and entrench itself deeper within him each time. When his lover was able to complete the movement with relative ease, a second finger aligned with the first one before once again, plunging inside him. The same measured process commenced, only this time, it took a little longer—which was long enough—before a third finger joined the pair.
The Earth-born Namek was sweating all over and incoherent by then. Blood steadily oozed from growing puncture wounds in his lips where his fangs were embedded—which only dug in deeper when the fingers resumed its slow pumping. This time, along with the action, Gohan's mouth enfolded his love's most sensitive external part – which had now bloated to the size of an adult thumb. Piccolo's uninhibited cries only rose in volume and intensity at the amplified torment. He clenched his jaw and gnashed his teeth when his opening gushed even more to compensate as it was repeatedly forced to accommodate another of his lover's thick brawny digits; all the while, his sensitivity continuously swelled in size as it was fervidly slurped and suckled.
The Super Namek knew that his hybrid Saiyajin mate's size defied even "above average", but he began to wonder just how wet and wide his half-Saiyajin lover needed him to be; and more importantly– if he was even going to be able to last for much longer. He all but wanted to beg his partner to get it on with already or he was going to go over the edge (and quite possibly—very much unintentionally—fall asleep) again, before they could fulfil their union.
Just when Piccolo thought his head was going to explode from overstimulation, the fingers leave his fleshy depths at last… to finally be substituted by the tip of the demi-Saiyajin's redoubtable hardness poised at his entrance. He was easily coaxed into a tongue-filled kiss which proved an effective momentary distraction for the impending entry—a mental preparation to go hand-in-hand with the extortionate physical one… All of which unfortunately turned out to be—much to the green-skinned warrior's chagrin—not nearly enough…
Gohan's first experimental push compressed his body hard into the semi-solid ground, yet only succeeded in wreaking incredible pain to his core which caused fresh tears to prickle his eyes and his thighs to quake uncontrollably.
"P-Piccolo-san, are you—?"
"I-I'm f-fine…! Just— haah… k-keep going."
The truth was, Piccolo's words were big for his bravado. He was disorientated and uncomfortable, and of course, unbelievably aroused. All that impressive patience in making sure that he was richly lubricated could not help the fact that his sinewy lover was deceptively well-endowed; and at that moment, for some reason, Gohan's manhood seemed even hulkier than Piccolo remembered—something he didn't think was even possible. All the alien feelings and sensations clashed and crashed together in one daunting wave after another in his muddled consciousness, rendering his usual equanimity momentarily out of reach…
But he was not some feeble, squeamish mortal who made a fuss in physically trying situations–not any ordinary Namek either who couldn't withstand punishment (even if he was still fairly new to this kind). He was a seasoned warrior who was no stranger to pain. He may be on the receiving end now, but no, Piccolo certainly wasn't about to back down and succumb to the same trifling pain and suffering that typical weak-bodied *female Earthlings did. He was determined to brave Gohan's affection in its full force and in all its glory. He trusted Gohan. He was going to accept the boy's love.
Piccolo grimaced when the boy finally managed to breach past his entrance and sheathe a little more of himself than just the very tip in their second attempt, but had only managed to progress farther in by a fraction. After trying several more experimental thrusts in vain, Gohan collapsed on top of his Namek.
Getting the brunt of the ridiculously drawn-out foreplay had Piccolo dizzy and drained. He too, had done what he could to assist his lover but after what seemed like endless gruelling hours of overly cautious thrusts wherein he felt that Gohan hesitated more than necessary, he began to feel frustrated– slightly peaky and even a tad peeved. He knew he wasn't the more knowledgeable one when it came to this particular activity which is why he let Gohan take the lead. But in the back of his mind, Piccolo couldn't help thinking that his partner was being compulsively fastidious with minimizing his discomfort in spite of how long the boy had already been enduring his own.
How could Gohan even hold out this long?
But Piccolo already knew the answer to his question. Gohan was simply being the way he has always been. The boy was too soft when he was sober. The same ever kind-hearted, gentle, and self-sacrificing little boy he knew had simply grown into a young man. The world may not see it the way he did, but he knew: that was where the lad's true strength lay – in his pure and kind heart. Even when they had been more of enemies and short of friends, despite all his cruel provocations, it was always the hardest thing in world for Gohan to do anything that he perceived would harm him… Now that they were lovers, he should have known better than to expect any less than obsessive solicitude.
Elfin ears and purple-blood stained lips were courted with hushed supplications of adoration and reassurance after Gohan's failed initial attempts which left them both light-headed and fairly winded. The half-Saiyajin had tried pushing from every angle available to him in their current position—even lifting his lover's hips a little higher and pressing his thighs further away. But Piccolo's muscles down there just refused to yield to his overtures. They were locked in a stasis, with no choice but to take a well-paced breather before any more reattempts.
Neither of their inexperienced minds imagined that the act of penetration alone could be as arduous and drawn-out as this – it was beginning to feel like some form of insane sensual torture. Piccolo was already sopping wet, but Gohan was having second thoughts about trying to manually stretch his lover some more before attempting the real thing… He made to pull out when the action is stopped by exquisitely powerful fingers suddenly clamped bruisingly around his forearms.
"D-don't—!" Piccolo wheezed. "…D-don't pull out. L-let me adjust!"
"O-okay…" Gohan obeyed, cheeks tinting. He nuzzled his lips and nose against his beloved's handsome chiselled face. "Piccolo-san… relax."
"I am relaxed!" The Namek groused, cheeks and ears colouring even darker as his thighs were anchored over his lover's sturdy shoulders and fingers reached up to massage one of his erect antennae.
"Well, then…" the demi-Saiyajin grunted as he added the tiniest pressure in an attempt to deepen their connection. "You need to relax some more."
"Just do it, Gohan," Piccolo rasped hoarsely, claws involuntarily digging deeper into the boy's shoulders. He felt so woozy and enfeebled that he couldn't tell anymore if they were still lying down, standing up, or if gravity was still working the right way.
"O-okay, b-but—"
"Stop pulling out!"
"I'm not—" Gohan set his jaw hard. It was taking all his will power to stay focused. "It's just… You're so… ahh- tight and– slippery, ngh! I'm getting… pushed out!" His arms which were now firmly planted on either side of them for support were shaking badly; intermittent beads of sweat cascaded down the bridge of his nose. But still, he afforded his partner a weak smile. "Honestly, Piccolo-san, I don't think even my four-year-old self would fit inside yo—ow!"
Gohan rubbed the sore spot on his head where Piccolo's fist had clunked him.
"Stop dawdling and just get on with it!"
"I'm not dawdling! I just don't want to make you bleed—aaahhh!"
They both cringed as tiny shocks shot up their loins from their point of connection.
"D-don't squeeze me, Piccolo-san…! Or I'll die!"
Piccolo growled in sensual agony.
"Uhhh, Kamisama…" Gohan swooned as the vibrations travelled from his embedded tip down to his painfully taut sacs. "D-don't do that either, please? If you don't want me t-to f-finish right now…!"
Piccolo groaned, letting his head fall back to the ground as the world continued to spin while Gohan slumped forward onto his chest. They stayed that way for some seconds.
"Ne, Piccolo-sama… You can stretch certain parts of your body at will, right? Can't you… you know… will yourself to get even just a little less tight down there?"
Piccolo grit his teeth. He knew that it was a harmless question—a sensible one even—and that Gohan was just trying to help. But he felt exasperated that it was even being brought up…
Sure, he can generally increase his mass and overall size—even elongate his limbs, but that required preparation and rigorous conditioning. Besides, he only acquired those skills for practical application in battle, it's not like he practiced enlarging his sexual organs individually as part of his training (what in Kami's balls would he have needed that for in the first place? He didn't even know that body part existed until recently…!).
"If I could do that, don't you think I would have done it by now?" the Namek grumbled.
"Oh… You make a good point, love." The halfbreed lifted his head to his lover, a sheepish grin already in place. "Well, at least, I have a more defined picture of what I'm working with now…"
"It's not my fault you're monstrous!" Piccolo narrowed his eyes, cheeks ablaze. "How did you get so huge anyway? It wasn't like that when you were younger."
"S-sorry! It's not like I can help that part of me!" Gohan pouted. "I can't control my growth the way Nameks do either."
"That's why you should just stop hesitating and shove it all in already! I'm no frail princess! I'm not breakable!"
Light-headed laughter vibrated from Gohan's chest down to his semi-impaled hardness making Piccolo groan again.
"Uhh, Gohan… Please—ahh!" Piccolo choked on a whine when Gohan pulled out of him all of a sudden.
He was all but ready to chuck out his pride and beg further when in one swift manoeuvre, he was turned over, positioned prostrate on all fours, and straddled from behind.
One pearl of sweat after another trickled down the fine tip of his nose as he felt his mate's rock-hardness make contact with his throbbing heat. He was then teased and probed and rimmed by that hardness for what seemed like an eternity until his limbs violently shook; practically going deaf from how loudly his heart pounded in his ears, involuntary moans spilled unabated from his parted, quivering lips amidst stuttering breaths and clipped gasps.
Burly hands flattened over and stroked his contoured hips, giving his perfectly shaped globes a meaningful squeeze, before travelling down then high up between his thighs to pry both his legs farther apart. The abrupt action forced most of Piccolo's weight on his forearms and incidentally with his rump stuck higher up in the air, shamelessly bared for his lover to exploit. Those possessive hands moved back to his fully exposed buttocks, fondling and squeezing while his mate's pulsating erection continued to torment his weeping crevice—nudging and rubbing against it without actually invading.
Piccolo chewed on his lip to keep from crying out loud, talons ruthlessly raking into the ground beneath him for any sort of purchase… Whatever Gohan was doing to him, it was causing an unfamiliar pressure to build up into a rage in his core—causing him to ache desperately for a release that continually eluded him. It was maddening.
The boy's Ki which was fragmented and vacillating, had now consolidated into a stream of concentrated, commanding pulses – a mere heartbeat away from ascension. As much was confirmed by the strong fingers now cinching his hips like a vice. Piccolo shivered as the stern display of dominance is starkly contrasted by a trail of moist kisses delicately traced up the his spine.
"Piccolo-sama…" Gohan mewled low and breathy against his skin. "You'll always be my princess."
The wind is knocked out of Piccolo's system the very next moment as the demi-Saiyajin's impossibly thick girth barrelled into him and filled him to the brim in one swift and blindingly punishing thrust.
A soundless scream rent his throat as everything whited out in a brilliant explosion of stars. By the time the white spots cleared from his vision, it was blurry with hot, stinging wetness; saliva steadily trailed down from his lips, as he was, for some time, unable to close his mouth. Gohan was an obedient lover; he did exactly as he was told and didn't hold back the slightest.
In those time-stopping seconds, the Namek's mind went completely blank. All he could register was the glorious feeling of fullness intermingling with searing hot pain scorching through every fibre of his being. Involuntary tremors racked his entire body, teeth chattered, and lungs laboured for air like he had just dived a hundred miles underwater and back in one short breath. The demi-Saiyajin was buried so deep and stretching him so spectacularly that his groin area had gone partially numb—every space in him felt occupied to bursting that even oxygen couldn't find its way to his lungs.
Even then, he wanted to turn around and grab his lover to remind him to cut to the chase already, when he was suddenly mollified with soothing kisses to his ears and nape. He could do little in protest as his body still reeled with aftershocks from the mind-numbing force of the intrusion. He could barely move, let alone make demands; he was entirely at the mercy of his Saiyajin lover.
With the kisses to his back and neck unabated, one of Gohan's muscular hands palmed his chest while the other slinked down to zero in on their point of joining. Piccolo's eyes scrunched up as fingers richly lathered itself in his dribbling silky dew before moving to his engorged nub which had now grown significantly larger – a Namek's version of a penis.
Gohan ensconced the organ in his hand and massaged the ribbed length of it; his thumb delicately kneading the hyper-sensitive tip. He continued this, building into a rhythm, as he eased out of his beloved's body and squeezed back inside to the hilt, synchronizing his movements and slowly escalating into a frenetic tempo.
"Nng-ahnnn! Aaaaahhhh!"
The noises from Piccolo's mouth sounded so needy even to his own ears that it made his cheeks sizzle, and yet– he was helpless to stop the steady stream of frenzied grunts and bleats that were being forced out of him with every yank and stab of that delicious thickness into his prone, accepting body. His sobs lose all modesty when his lover pumped more enthusiastically, intensifying the friction on both of his focal points being stimulated.
Gohan only seemed to get bigger, longer, and harder as he impaled himself faster and deeper within his mate's heavenly tightness. Their visions pulsed and their breaths crescendoed as all of their senses were propelled higher and higher to the very zenith of their threshold.
"Aaaahh!"
"Nng… uhnn…! P-Piccolo-s-sangghh!"
"Unnhh… G-Gohannggh!"
"Y -you feel… so good…!"
Gohan made sure to prolong their joining for as long as he could, until the relentless pistoning finally reached its denouement when he slammed all the way in one final bruising time. Piccolo's convulsing heat closed in on him like a molten steel trap, keeping him firmly buried inside him to the hilt.
They both went over the edge, one long mind-numbing release after another, until Gohan had injected every last drop of his seed deep within Piccolo's belly and their mixed essence overflowed and pooled on the ground…
Too exhausted to do much else, they collapsed, still connected, onto the cushioned earth.
Piccolo's body buzzed with aftershocks from his string of powerful orgasms while Gohan clung to him from behind – both completely spent and contentedly surrendering to the relaxing albeit enervating afterglow. Spooned together with arms and legs tangled, mumbled endearments were exchanged, and soon—beneath the dimming tranquil skies and surrounded by the sweet aroma of tulips, earth, and each other—they slumbered.
…
I have never thought myself worthy of the honour of being able to live for another, much less receive such devotion in return; someone like me who was born into this world for no other purpose but to serve as a vessel of my sire's revenge.
That was all I was then—all I knew.
But somehow, a part of me always felt that there was more…
I thought that it was a simple restlessness of youth—a lack of discipline that could be corrected by training of mind. I was convinced that it would go away once I had fulfilled my mission to kill my sire's archenemy…
I was wrong.
I met you and you brought a stillness and quietude to my heart that I didn 't know pos sible.
Despite who I was and what I was born to do, you welcomed me into your life and compelled me to stay. Before I knew it, you had warmed my cold and barren heart and made it your home. You built the foundations so sound and so deep that it rooted onto my soul—ramifying and nurturing, until I could no longer drive you out…
You became my world.
The deeper meaning and purpose of me.
Even if I did not know it then, what it was to love as a Namek does, my soul that has lived a hundred lifetimes, already did.
…
-x-
All the stars were already in their positions in the inky-night sky when they awoke.
After a quick dip in the nearby lake where they kissed and appeased their sore bodies with more love-making, they were snug in fresh new garbs again. Sprinkles of fireflies made up their enchanting entourage as they walked through the forest hand in hand, basking in the hallowed silence of their newfound idyllic sanctuary.
Piccolo found himself mesmerized by their glued hands and interwoven fingers—at how Gohan was squeezing every now and then, clasping him so tightly as though he never intended to let go—and he secretly hoped Gohan never would.
He had known it all along, even if he never really understood how or why—even before he knew what love was:
Gohan chose him; loved him.
Gohan was so easy to love – there was no mystery there. But for anyone to love someone like him, much less choose to love him this way and above everyone else? Even for a soul as wise and timeless as his, it remained one of the universe's greatest mysteries.
The Earth-born Namek knew little to none yet of what rituals humans or Saiyajins upheld to bond with another, but the soul, unlike the mind, didn't need words nor reasons to understand… Having experienced that ultimate sacred spiritual bliss together with his mate had not only reinforced their already special bond but, more than anything, helped Piccolo affirm in his heart what his mind didn't understand; it helped him awaken to the reality that he was loved and wanted as someone's mate—that he was now directly responsible for Gohan's happiness. It helped him feel what it was like to be touched by a soul so pure—to become one with it…
To belong to Gohan…
The one he cherished most of all.
…
You've always had me. All of me. Didn't you know it? I may not be good at showing emotions yet, but you need not ask, I will always be yours.
I know that even everything that I am is not enough remuneration for the one who has saved my soul; I do not know what else I could give to be able to show you my devotion. But know this:
I chose to live for you; that I may die for you.
And for you, I would live and die again, as many times as this body and this world would permit.
I wanted to protect you and keep you safe—be a part of your life, no matter how insignificant. You allowed me to be that– and so much more. You gave me a reason to want to exist; a reason that was entirely my own.
It's more than I ever dared dream of; never had I dared dream of more.
I will always be here for you, Gohan.
And I will continue to be.
For as long as you need me.
…
"Are you happy, Piccolo-sama?"
"Aa."
"If Piccolo-san is happy, then I am the happiest of all."
Piccolo laughed.
Happiness. Something that he was completely inept at being or even understanding before. But it wasn't so difficult now—being on the receiving end of Gohan's kisses; being filled with Gohan's essence; being able to taste Gohan's tears…
If anything, it was impossible to not be happy.
Was it possible to be more than happy?
Because now the word "happy" didn't seem to suffice. Now that he knew what happiness was, he was convinced that what Gohan made him feel…? It was something even better…
"Happy Hatchday, Piccolo-san," Gohan breathed with a kiss to what part of his jawline the boy could reach, smiling up at him afterwards with bleary eyes. "I'm so happy you were born."
Piccolo drew him close, feeling Gohan hiccup against his chest as his gesture is reciprocated with a crushing embrace. After a long moment, the boy leaned up for a bout or two of more unhurried kisses; then he shrunk back down and burrowed deeper into his mentor's body.
"Piccolo-san…" Gohan began after some silence.
"Mn."
"I know my birthday is still over a week away but… I was hoping that maybe… you could grant me an early birthday wish…?"
Piccolo's heart swelled. "Anything that I can give you, Gohan, you know I gladly will."
The boy exhaled an airy, giddy chuckle.
"I wish… that Piccolo-san would always be mine and only mine. For always."
"I already am, Gohan," Piccolo said with some confusion. "You need not ask."
"I didn't mean it the way it's always been… With you on the outside looking in, and me on the inside looking out… I don't just want to share my world and my happiness with you, or for you to simply share yours. Do you understand what my wish is, Piccolo-san…? I want no distinctions this time…"
"No… distinctions…?"
Gohan tilted his chin up until their noses were touching, searching those scarlet lapis lazuli orbs with his glistening russet-browns, and then, mouthing words that seemed to ride the wind like the last vestiges of a receding dream…
"My wish is…"
Words that the wind might have easily blown away off to the skies or some distant land, forever to be forgotten or dismissed as a folly of his imagination – words that Piccolo Daimaoh Jr never thought he would hear in this lifetime or the next…
"…For Piccolo-san to marry me."
…
End of Part 2.
The final chapter Intermission 2: "Graveyard of Memories" is up next.
Notes:
*female Earthlings - I'm not being sexist here, because I certainly don't mean that *all* females are weak-bodied. This is a sublimated response to some stories I've read waaaay before that portrayed Piccolo a little too Mary-Sue for my taste – whiny and fussy like a weak little pussy during sex. In short, not at all like a "man". (Yes, he's got a "v" but he's still technically more male than female.)
If I had to pick which chapter I had the most difficulty writing, it's this, hands down. This was very ambitious of me I will admit. I wanted it to be so many things at the same time that I wasn't so sure how to pull off. For one, I don't usually write full-blown romantic sex scenes graphically (I'd rather let the lovers have their privacy, if you know what I mean)… But I also wanted to see if it could be done – a love scene that was both erotic and sexy, and still artful and cute (HanP just makes me want to so badly!). At the same time, I wanted Piccolo's emotional reactions to Gohan's confession and their first romantic sexual encounter with regards to his internal and very personal existentialism crisis, thus far. I don't really know if I accomplished all that since I always feel inferior as a writer (haha), but I did what I could. Merp. Hey, if you enjoyed it, then I'm one happy camper!
We only have the final intermission and epilogue to go before this story wraps up. As always, cheers for the R&R, lovelies!
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