Chapter 25

Later, when Mirai was slowly kissing him in their new room, Gohan asked him a question.

"So, was that some sort of groundwork you were laying there, with the 'Prince Charming' thing?"

"Maybe. It started out as just holding Vegeta to the fact that he's read bedtime stories to little girls" Mirai said with a chuckle, then went back to teasing Gohan's neck with his teeth.

"Oh, now who's the cheeky bastard?" Gohan teased.

"Enough talking already" Mirai Trunks said with a lustful winkle in his eye, "I am trying to seduce you here" Gohan returned the look hungrily, and bared his neck to him. Mirai ran his lips over Gohan's smooth skin, lingering over the still healing wound on his neck until it began to bleed. Gohan buried his face in Mirai's long locks, breathing deeply of that scent that had evaded him for so long. A pleased rumble began in his chest, coaxed out further by hands massaging his back. Mirai pulled Gohan's shirt over his head, and Gohan began undoing the Kings' buttons. Once they were shirtless, Gohan pulled him over to the bed, laid him down on it, and told him silently with his eyes to wait right there. He pulled a bottle of scented oil out of the cabinet in the bathroom, and warmed it with a little ki. Straddling, but not sitting, on Mirai, he poured a generous amount into his chest and then started working it into his lovers' skin, purring all the while. He traced every line and scar with care, memorizing the body of his love. When he was done, front and back, he moved down to massage the lower areas. When he took off his pants, a firm erection already greeted him, begging to be slicked with that warm oil as well. Gohan would make it wait though, he wanted to see the King, Mirai no Trunks' whole body glistening beneath him first.

He decided to start with the back this time, so he could end up riding the front when he was done. Firm hands rubbed feet and ankles, stroked up calves and massaged thighs. All the while Trunks moaned as he slowly rubbed his firmness against the bed. As Gohan moved to spread the oil over his ass, he warned him playfully,

"You better not come for me yet." Trunks moaned and nodded his head. Gohans' fingers kneaded and stroked that amazing royal ass, spreading his legs to get that luscious oil worked into every part of him. Finally Gohan was satisfied, and started to turn him over one last time.

"What are you doing?" Trunks said, hesitating.

"What 'doing'? I was 'going' to ride you until I came all over your gorgeous chest" Gohan purred as he nipped at his side..

"That's what you wanted?" Trunks asked him.

"Yes... and to see you glistening beneath me as I do... Why would you ask me that?"

"No, it's ok, that sounds wonderful" he said, flipping over as instructed. Gohan looked down at him with a huge grin on his face.

"You thought I was going to take you, didn't you?"

Trunks blushed so prettily.

"Well, it certainly seemed like that's where you were heading..."

"You wouldn't mind? Being underneath me?" Gohan advanced on him, holding his face just a few inches from Trunks'.

"No, I wouldn't mind" he sighed pleasantly, stretching those last few inches to kiss him. When Trunks' head sank back down to the bed though, the look in Gohan's eyes had changed.

"Did I at least have the balls to look you in the eye while I fucked a 13 year old? Or were you always on your stomach? Is that how he took you?" Gohan's eyes were shedding tears, but the look inside them was fierce. Trunks sighed again – Gods, why where they both such emotional messes? Oh yeah, that's right, never mind... he thought.

"Yes, you looked me in the eye." He slid his hands up Gohan's sides.

"You caressed me." He brushed his hands down Gohan's back.

"You made love to me." He drew Gohan down to rest his weight on him.

"You were so gentle." He kissed his mark while Gohan cried on top of him.

"You never once did anything I didn't want you to, I loved every minute of it, belonging to you. We were the only two people left in the world who understood, you know I'm not exaggerating when I say that. You shouldn't feel bad about it – that was another life." Trunks rolled him over so they were laying next to each other, still embracing tightly.

"Do you only love me for him?" Gohan whispered into Trunks' shoulder. Trunks' eyes burned, and he grabbed Gohan by the hair on the back of his head, bringing his face out of his shoulder to look him dead in the eye.

"I'm sorry, who do you think you're talking to?" he practically growled. Gohan's tears dried instantly as adrenaline replaced them in his system.

"What?" he whispered nervously.

"Like I said before, do you know anyone else with a time machine, Gohan?" Trunks didn't release his hold on him until he saw realization dawn on Gohan's face. He could have gone back. He could have saved that Gohan, created another branch in the time-line, but he didn't. He chose him. Trunks kissed him gently, letting it build as Gohan's passion rose. Gohan pushed him back on the bed, so that he was over top of him again, the kiss never breaking. Hands explored and traced with a renewed desire that made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. He reached down between them and began pumping Trunks' length with long, sure strokes. Trunks moaned into the kiss, and Gohan dug deeper, their teeth scraping together in one of those 'eat each other alive' kind of kisses. When Gohan came up for air, he immediately dove back down after sucking in a lungful; but went for his mates' neck this time instead. He pierced him with a guttural sound that made Trunks cry his name and shake beneath him. He pulled back from that perfectly scared neck, still pumping away at Trunks' thick erection.

"Let me know if it gets to be too much" he said firmly.

"It won't be" Trunks sassed him.

"Oh, we'll see about that – you sure can dish it out, but can you take it?" Gohan wondered out loud...

"Gods! Please Gohan!"

"Please what Trunks?"

"Please fuck me, please" he moaned beneath him, "I'll beg if you need me to – I know it's in you, that's why I chose you, not him... Please... please let go like he never would, I need you so badly Gohan..." That was what he had needed to hear. Gohan stopped stroking Trunks, and coated a finger with oil. He slid it into him, stroking and teasing him on the inside now. Trunks' eyes were watering with joy, but he brushed them away so he could better see the man he loved. Two fingers slipped in him, and it was heaven, the anticipation. Three widened him now, brushed that bundle of nerves that sent a jolt of pleasure though his body.

"Would you consider yourself a pretty flexible guy?" Gohan asked him as he removed his fingers and stroked his thighs. Trunks lifted his legs up and pulled them back to his chest with his own hands.

"Go for it" he said with a wild look in his eyes.

"Well OK, then" Gohan said as he leaned over him with a grin, trapping those legs in their upward position under his arms and shoulders. He slid into Trunks fairly quickly, only pausing long enough to gauge that the pain was tolerable, but not overwhelming, before continuing to thrust into him. He forced that muscular body to make room for him, give way to him. Trunks was saying his name over and over, like a mantra, urging him on. He sped up, driving in harder at the same time, trusting Trunks to tell him if he couldn't take it. A scream of pleasure was the response he got, and that sound threatened to make him come right then and there. He closed his eyes and focused on not coming – pumping in and out but not coming. Kami, he wasn't used to this... He had only ever been on the bottom before... He felt Trunks' arms go around his back as that golden glow enveloped them.

"I know you're close Gohan, Gods, I am too. Just give me everything you've got, right now, please Gohan!" Trunks implored him. What the King wants, the King gets. He screamed to SSJ3 as he pounded into him, tried to beat those beautiful hips into submission with his dick. Trunks' screamed his name, and his power exploded too. Something wanted to snap inside Gohan, and he let it. They may have been at fairly even power levels, but Gohan dominated him completely as he pumped into him like a wild thing, giving Trunks exactly what he wanted, abandon. He didn't think, didn't care, didn't notice anything around them that didn't have to do with sinking himself as hard as he could into the flesh beneath him. His hips worked in a frenzy; bringing scream after scream from Trunks, every sound seeming to drive him farther, deeper. Trunks' back arched like he would bend in two, and hot cum soaked them as he screamed one final, ragged time. Gohan growled as the flesh around him pulsed and became too tight, too hot, coming immediately after his mate. His climax was intense and all consuming, blocking out every other sensation. Once Gohan came back to himself, he realized they had destroyed another bed. Oh well, at least he had managed to avoid any structural damage this time... Trunks was stroking his hair and murmuring pleasantly in his ear as he fell asleep. He wondered if Trunks had sturdier beds in his own time... and dreamed about the night he had first marked him with a smile on his face.

THE END