Chapter eight
When Gohan came home that day, the house was quiet. For once Trunks was the one in the gravity room and Piccolo was in the kitchen, peering through the refrigerator. Gohan walked in and set his things down by the door, much later than usual. It was already dark, he had stayed hours late to make up his extra work...
"Pikoro-san, I'm home!"
Piccolo turned, smirked, and slipped an arm around Gohan's neck, pulling the demi-saiya-jin against his chest in an unusually protectice gesture of affection. He spoke gruffly to hide the jealousy in his tone- "You're late, Gohan."
Surprised, Gohan's eyes went wide. "I...I had to make up for what I missed while you were sick..."
"Oh. You had to do extra work because of me?" Piccolo sounded almost regretful, making Gohan blink again.
"It's not much, I finished it today."
"Trunks didn't distract you, I assume."
Gohan swallowed. "No, he brought me lunch... How'd you know?"
"I felt his ki," Piccolo said darkly, resting his chin against Gohan's head and breathing in the scent of his shampoo- vanilla and lavender, delicious.
"Oh...I'm going to go upstairs and change, Pikoro-san." Gohan pushed himself away and made his way towards the stairs, though a pair of heavy footsteps followed him as he moved. Gohan refused to turn around.
"I'll join you..." Piccolo purred, eager to have his hands on his student again, and eager to exercise a bit of revenge against Trunks for what he'd done.
"Pikoro-san!" Gohan blushed as he turned the corner into their room and found himself being pinned against the mirror on their closet door. "Don't you ever get tired?!"
"Not of you."
Gohan felt himself smiling, feeling slightly better after the long day of overtime work. Piccolo sounded almost playful, and that was really strange for him... Then the namekusei-jin was kissing him gently, tasting his lips- Gohan sighed and fell into the kiss, slipping his arms around Piccolo's neck. Surely, if Piccolo didn't love him, he wouldn't be able to kiss like this, so sweetly, so carefully...Surely!
As Piccolo moved downwards, kissing his neck, Gohan tilted his head back and thought, his mind racing as quickly as his heart. After months and months, Piccolo's touch still excited him, still made him tremble. That was love, wasn't it?
The shirt that had stretched across his shoulders slipped off and hit the ground with a soft crumpling of fabric.
He felt himself being lifted, carried towards the bed and gently settled upon the sheets. Piccolo was there too, behind him then, and Gohan closed his eyes, feeling the powerful muscles of Piccolo's chest pressing against his back. From behind, Piccolo tasted his lover's skin, tracing patterns along Gohan's taut neck with his slender toungue, smirking as the saiya-jin squirmed in anticipation. He loved that, making Gohan want him. He loved the way Gohan would whisper his name, he loved being a part of his student- That was the only way the demon king knew to show Gohan how much he cared him. And it was all he could do to made him happy in the only way he understood...
Gohan sucked in his breath as thick green fingers fumbled with his pants, and he raised an arm, curling it around Piccolo's neck as the namekusei-jin nipped his neck and then suckled softly on his earlobe. It was all Gohan could to to keep from moaning as Piccolo's hands found their target, as fire fled through his veins and his groin, lighting up his mind.
It began then, the familier sensation within his chest that grew as Piccolo's fingers warmed his body, of a tight spring being wound in upon itself, coiling and recoiling as the fire grew beneath his waist, the pressure building up between his temples until Gohan knew he couldn't stand it-and still, Piccolo pulled him on, toying with him. Gohan could feel his smile against his neck, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the saiya-jin's cries as he hovored so near the ecstacy Piccolo was denying him-
Oh, yes, Piccolo loved him, Gohan thought fervantly through the haze of pleasure. He had to love him. Gohan arched his back and lifted his chin as Piccolo's fingers sought out the curving muscles at the base of his spine and carressed the tender flesh, sending shivers up Gohan's frame. Lost, lost, he was completely lost in the arms of his lover- he had been since the moment of their first kiss.
The namekusei-jin growled low in the back of his throat, pleased by Gohan's reactions, encouraged- but he forced himself hold back, because half his mind was elsewhere, feeling as Trunks' ki moved from the gravity room into the house, to the stairways-
"P...Pi...Pikoro-san....o...onegai, onegai!!!" Gohan writhed, unable to bear the wait as Piccolo sensed Trunks- right outside the door. The namekusei-jin tightened his fingers and felt Gohan groan against him- What a sweet bit of revenge his would be... He smiled against Gohan's neck, closing his eyes as a shadow fell across the doorway.
"Do you want it, Gohan?"
"Pi..koro-san....." The demi-saiya-jin's voice cracked like a child's in the midst of his plea, making Piccolo supress a smile.
The namekusei-jin could feel the anger surging in Trunks' ki, unhealthy, burning anger- he swallowed tightly and purred against the boy's hair, loudly enough that Trunks could hear. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"PLEASE!"
Piccolo opened his eyes and stared straight at Trunks, who was rooted to the spot by his unknowing intrusion. It was a dark glare that threatened- 'He is mine, you dare to challenge me? He is mine, I can give him what you never will.' "Will you scream my name, my Gohan? I want to hear you scream..."
"YES! YES! PIKORO-SAN!"
Smirking at Trunks, Piccolo gave Gohan what he asked for, and memorized the look on
Trunks' face before the younger man disappeared down the stairwell.
Gohan's body tightened as his world burnt in a firey blur, his back arching and his cries
loud in the now-empty house. Swallowing back a sob, he went limp against Piccolo's chest with a shiver.
Piccolo contemplated. He was feeling his own need severely as Gohan trembled between his legs, but somehow, taking the boy now didn't seem...right. Why? Simply because it was the first time he had come to the Gohan for Gohan's own sake?
He ran his fingers through the boy's hair and kissed him gently on the forehead.
Gohan, however, wasn't content with this arrangement. Quickly he had Piccolo against the pillow, and was kissing him savagely, his toungue slipping through lips, tasting his mentor's teeth. Piccolo nearly choked in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the boy who's personality had suddenly flipped before his eyes.
After a few more breathless, interlocked moments, Gohan pulled away, and Piccolo could see that he was crying. The tears trickled down Gohan's chin, speckling the sheets beneath them."Pikoro...I.....I was so afraid..... So afraid you didn't love me, but you do, don't you? Don't you?"
It caught Piccolo so completely off gaurd that he stared at Gohan, just long enough for the boy to emit an empty sob. As soon as the namekusei-jin opened his mouth, though, the lips were there again, tasting him, kissing him like he'd never been kissed before.
This was Gohan!?
"Pikoro-san..." Gohan kissed his mentor's cheek, his ear, his neck, whispering the name of his lover like a prayer as his hands stripped away the namekusei-jin's clothing. "Pikoro-san, Pikoro-san..."
How strange! Gohan was never the one on top, never the one forcing Piccolo down, kissing him like an animal and biting softly around his neck. Gohan was the meeker, the innocent one- Piccolo barely knew what to think now that their positions had been reversed.
The saiya-jin boy pressed his mouth into the hollow just below Piccolo's chest, licking the sweat from his smooth green skin, and Piccolo felt his insides liquify. It was different, being the one forced against the sheets, but at the same time it was something new, and something excitingly strange to feel.
Gohan kissed lower. Piccolo's breath caught intheback of his throat and his fingers unconciously tightened, intertwining with Gohan's silky black hair as the boy's lips pressed against the tender pink of his stomach.
Piccolo gasped for breath as the soft, ever-so-sweet lips moved downwards, engulfing him.
He cried out.
For one sweet moment, everything in the world was there in his arms, in the body, and the sweet lips of the slender boy in his arms- his Gohan.
"Go...ha.....aah...."
*******
The next morning, Gohan was gone. Piccolo awoke, naked and alone in a warm bed. Sighing, he stared at the face of the clock by the bed. Nine. He stretched quietly, yawning and licking his fangs (in a rather cat-like manner), then stood up and rubbed his eyes, heading towards the bathroom.
He stopped next to the mirror and grinned as he noticed the bite marks along his neck. 'I'll wear a low-cut gi today, just to piss Trunks off,' he nodded with satisfaction at the decision and did so after brushing his teeth.
Gohan had been surprised when Piccolo bought a toothbrush, but after thinking about it the saiya-jin had admitted he had never even considered Piccolo needing something so distinctively human. Besides, he had added, he liked Piccolo with fresh breath. He certainly smelled it enough....
Only then did Piccolo allow himself to consider Gohan's words from the night before. Something had been said, just before Gohan....
Piccolo almost blushed, furious at himself for not having better control, and for letting Gohan outsmart him that time around. What had he said? It had been something important, some kind of confession, maybe? But what...?
It was no good, the memories were too fogged. Piccolo smirked at that and turned from the mirror.
Pulling a pair of boxers on, followed by jeans, Piccolo walked out of the bed and down to the kitchen. Trunks, he noticed, was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was gone! Piccolo's spirits rose, despite the situation, and he opened the refrigerator.
Empty.
With a scowl, he checked the freezer- that was empty as well. Piccolo was about to turn away when he realized that Gohan wouldn't have anything for dinner when he got home. Sighing, the namekusei-jin wondered what to do for a moment, then decided it was unavoidable.
"I have to go to the store," he growled. Sighing, and not bothering to change his shirt, he glanced around for the 'credit card' Gohan had given him months beforehand. Piccolo had never used it, but he was sure there would be no problems.
Pausing at the doorway he pulled on a black leather jacket and walked to the garage. He could fly, but explaining that to a townful of gawking humans would be a pain and a half. Instead he pulled out the only vehicle they owned- an ancient capsule motercycle, picked an empty capsule out of a box and hopped onboard.
Piccolo found himself zipping along the curved mountain roads at what was most certainly an unsafe speed with the wind in face and the sun in his eyes. The breeze from the mountains surrounding their home was cool and gusty, and Piccolo smiled slightly.What would he have done if Gohan had made him move to the city?
He had no idea.
It was a forty-five minute drive to the nearest town, so Piccolo pulled out a pair of sunglasses and settled down for the ride.
*******
Trunks watched him go with a grin on his face, then turned back into the house. 'Hehehe. He thinks he's won the game, but oh, this evening will be spectacular...'