Hello, daisy insane angel! Glad you liked so far.

You see, Goku didn't know that they didn't know that it was Gohan who killed Datano. To say it clearer – it was simply assumed that it was Goku who killed the enemy. As Goku hadn't been very stable, Gohan and Trunks simply avoided talking with him about the deaths, fight and everything else which might have caused stress. So it simply was a misunderstanding.

Hello, essenceofthedark! More of action between Mirai and Gohan in this chapter. Though, you'll have to go to other sites for it…

Yep, now Gohan has to train much to be able defeat Datano.

Hello, Tora Tangaroa! Actually you are very right about Seventeen, hehehehe

Well, yes Mirai and Gohan…well, they aren't exactly a couple yet. Their relationship as that of lovers just has started to develop, so it will take time.

Hello, hhxh99! I hope you'll like this chapter (if you say that you have been checking your e-mail almost each day, it would be disappointing if you didn't).

I answered about why Goku behaves like that in several chapters before. It's just tiring to write the same.

Hello, Rivalovery! I'll just copy paste what I said before:

I'm sorry for that - tears are not what I seek for. While reading your message it seemed to me that you almost cried. Though, maybe I'm just imagining things, but it really sounded like you put all your heart in it.

You are a kind girl, for any other would have simply sent me to hell, stopped reading the story, or simply would proceed reading but would have never written any reviews anymore (like they usually do).

I applaud your courage and your strong heart. It's better to come out with the rebuttal and throw the hurt back to the face of the one who caused it than to suffer silently. For now we can sort it out.

First, yes, I really understood that you wanted the story move faster and wanted some sex included. Yes, I suppose you, like all of us, were following the events between the characters and couldn't wait for sexual tension to reach the point of interaction between the characters. It's understandable. But I saw that review as displeasure. It seems I was wrong, and you simply couldn't wait for it to happen. I'm sorry for presuming. You are free to curse me.

Second, I didn't forbid you to read my stories. In the end I told "If because of the plot – be a good girl, and don't try rushing me, simply enjoy the ride." There was no reason for you understand that I forbade reading the story or would hunt you down if you did. You are welcome to read them. For I write them not only for myself. And if I weren't such a bitch sometimes, I'd appreciate my fans more.

Third, yes, of course, your reviews for Tryst and for Lucid were better than the usual "I loved it" or "Update soon". I'm sorry that you got to pay the price for that. But, as told, that was a misunderstanding, and I truly wish for you not to get discouraged from writing such reviews. Most of the things can be improved.

Fourth, don't apologize so much. It was my fault for this misunderstanding. I'm not angry - my anger wasn't even appointed directly at you, it was for everyone. And you didn't let my mood down. It takes much more than that. While reading some reviews I get disappointed that on there are mostly children whose heads are filled only with flowers and sex. Probably if your review would have been the first I got, I wouldn't have been so harsh. Well, now I know that you didn't mean any of this, so it doesn't matter.

Fifth, let's forget this. Sometimes friendship starts from a misunderstanding. I hope you'll agree with me, and we can simply enjoy coexistence. Let me give my world to you, and let me touch yours.

I think I wrote everything I had and wanted to write. You are free to answer this message or write me an email to tell me what you think.

And yes - have fun while reading!

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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit off of this fan fiction work.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Angst?

Age note: Mirai Trunks – 26. Gohan – 22.

Another note: This chapter contains a sex scene. If you want to read it, go to MediaMiner org (choose "Rating: all" to nFiction com or join Truhania on Yahoo! Groups. Adultfanfiction net is kind of working (you can read fanfics there, but no updates are possible). I write under the same penname everywhere.

Lucid

by chayron (lttomb yahoo com), beta-read by achillona

Part 8

It's hot and the air is heavy. We, with the exception of Seventeen who doesn't need any additional exercises to warm his body up, finish our stretching in half an hour. I don't want to get any cramps.

After stretching the four of us stand and gaze at each other. I wrap my tail around my waist and feel the urge to scratch the back of my head, and I see my father's hand reach to his head mirroring my thoughts. We are so damn similar sometimes…

I block a sudden punch of Seventeen's, and it starts. My eyes widen as, after I block my father's kick, he goes straight to Super Saiyan Three. I hardly manage to go Mystic to be able to defend from his kick directed towards my head and even then the impact tosses me about ten meters away. I catch myself before hitting the ground and finish the ascension. Though, really, I don't think that I'm stronger than I was before.

Mirai and Seventeen stop to simply watch us.

I duck then kick Goku in the side. He stumbles, but catches himself on his hands and is on his feet again. I jump to the side to avoid his blast. Okay, now this is really serious – if scraped that blast could have sent me straight to the hospital. Super Saiyan Three is no game.

The only way to win this non game is to play in the same league. I concentrate.

Where the fuck has my father gone!

"Fucking shit," I suddenly hiss as something connects with my neck and sends me face down into the dirt. Instant Transmission. Bastard. Damn that hurt!

I get up. My power flares higher and I flash to Goku to connect my right fist with his jaw. I didn't know I could raise my ki higher…

Goku is thrown back.

You know, I really managed to scratch a Super Saiyan Three. Interesting. Exciting even.

Before I can get to Goku he's gone again. I jump aside to avoid his foot that is coming from behind. My punch to his face throws him several meters away. Goku flares his ki, catches himself, and I'm just in time to block his punch. I try to kick him, but he blocks the kick with his leg. Annoying.

I take some distance from him and launch a ki blast at him. While he is ducking I'm at his side and smash my fist into his stomach. He doubles, and this is where I'd have won if he weren't my father – while doubling over he had been defenseless and I could have blasted him on the spot, bashed his scull in, cut his neck through or broken all his bones. He knows that. I cock my head to the side, suddenly wondering why I didn't do that.

I stand while waiting for him to recover, but then Mirai and Seventeen take me on. I backhand Seventeen, sending him more than ten kilometers away from me and instantly getting rid of him. Super Saiyan Two Mirai ducks my roundhouse and punches me in the eye. For some reason I feel the urge to smirk, which I do. We hover against each other in the air.

Mirai smells nice.

My power crackles around his fist. He yelps and is tossed back. Interesting. I didn't even need to touch him.

Mirai gathers all his power. He launches a ki blast. While simply batting it away I wonder where Mirai left his sword. I raise my arm with a burning ki blast. I smirk seeing his beautiful blue eyes widen. For a moment there I really consider launching the blast at him. It really would kill him.

Goku's attack is expected and I withstand it without any problems. I launch the same huge slashing blast, which I wanted to launch at Mirai, at him. Goku has no time to duck it so he tries to block it. I see the blast swallowing him, but after it's cleared, Goku is fine. He only needs new clothes.

After a moment Goku is at my side and, a bit reluctantly, I leave Mirai in peace. We exchange several nothing solving punches and curses. Goku is much more skilled than I. I think I inherited enough of my father's luck to be able to defend myself from his attacks. Some of them get through, but they don't do much damage, besides some of my attacks also reach their destination.

We lock our arms. I blink as the sweat starts stinging my eyes and grit my teeth in exertion while trying to push him back, but my muscular power is lesser than his. He's a completely matured male with formed muscular structure, and my body still hasn't finished forming.

My back presses to a rock, and it starts cutting into my back. Goku increases the pressure, and I growl in pain. I bare my canines at him. The pain and my power increase even more and, with the help of my ki, I manage to toss my father away from me. At first I glare but then smirk at him. I think this is when I'm at my full power.

My tail lashes out then calmly comes back to my waist. I lower my head and threateningly bare my canines. I catch a sight of Mirai shouting something to my father but I don't understand what it is. I launch at Goku.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

I toss my nice smelling purple-haired mate to the side. He's no challenge to me so he should stay away. I swear – one more time and I'll really blast him to dust.

I stop before I could have hit my father and shake my head. Something is wrong here. I don't understand what, but something feels different. I look at my father's face and see sweat running down his forehead. He's very concerned.

I immediately power down. I become a bit dizzy and have to sit upon the ground, but after several seconds my head clears. After my head is clear I raise my eyes.

"What the hell was that!" Mirai shouts at me. "You what! Lost the plot!"

"Shut up," Goku snarls at him. I didn't even notice how he got to me. "He's just not used to the form. It clouds his mind. Ever tried to fight in Super Saiyan Three form or higher? No? Then shut up," he swats Mirai away.

"What form?" I ask. What the fuck they are arguing about here? Did I reach some new stage? Didn't notice if I did.

Goku sits down next to me. "I'm not very sure, but even if you don't transform, you seem to have to go through the same stages that I do in order to reach Super Saiyan, Super Saiyan Two and Three. You're pretty used to fighting in the same league as Super Saiyan or Super Saiyan Two but higher levels are much harder to master. They always cloud one's mind. They are more…" Goku trails off searching for the words. "More primal and instinctual. And now that you have your tail back… You will have to practice more so that you are able to be in full control of your own actions."

"Seventeen is coming back," Mirai glares at me. I don't think that he understands how serious this is. I just wanted to kill my own father for not submitting to my power. And later, if Mirai showed at least a grain of disobedience, I would have simply fucked him to death or wrung his neck.

So much for Mirai's leadership…

I look at the horizon and can see a line in the air. Seventeen is going to be angry. It was supposed to be a simple spar, not some…hell, I don't know what it was. Probably this is one of the reasons why I can't remember much from the fight with Datano. Even now my memories of this last fight are blurry.

After we all gather we decide that it's enough of training for me, and, until Goku decides that he's hungry, I watch Mirai and Seventeen fighting against Goku. It's not too bad - I catch several very interesting moves and notice several holes in Mirai's and Seventeen's defense.

We head back, and Goku with Seventeen go to prepare something to eat. I wonder why Seventeen bothers at all – he doesn't eat, anyway. He's become very nice lately. Or maybe he already was. I had never interacted with him much.

"Let's go for a swim," Mirai suggests before I could have followed Goku and Seventeen into our house.

I agree that it's a very good idea. I warn my father that we are going to the lake. Not waiting for an answer, we are away. The lake is near at hand and we land near the shore on the grass.

The lake is in a small valley, surrounded by scarce trees and huge cliffs. It's beautiful here. The boiling sun is high above our heads and I don't wait before starting to tug my clothes off.

I start as two arms slide around my waist from behind.

"Need some help?" Mirai purrs into my ear. His fingers tug at my sash.

Figures…

"Can you think about something else besides that?" I tease him, leaning my head back on his shoulder.

"No," he purrs again while his fingers skillfully get rid of the sash then his hands slip down my waist, brushing the gi pants out of their way and to the ground. "Not really," he nudges me further, out of the gi pants. He nibbles at my neck. "I want you so much…" he purrs. "You are such a tease…"

I blush. A tease? Me?

An intense red color creeps up my cheeks as Mirai's hands wander down my hips and make several circles there then raise up to the blue T-shirt and tug it off.

I lower my arms, and Mirai turns me around. He looks at me, and I uncomfortably squirm. I'm probably red like a tomato. He leans to kiss me on my lips then raises his head again. "You are so beautiful."

I tense.

Mirai probably can scent the awkwardness I suddenly feel. "You're the only one whom I have seen react to compliments like this," he softly laughs then.

I push him away. "Let's go to swim. I'm hungry." I turn around and walk over to the very shore.

"Gohan…" he holds me down before I wade into the lake.

I bare my canines at him, and he releases me.

"Gohan…"

"Shut up," I growl. I'm agitated to no end. At first he makes me feel uncomfortable and then makes me feel like some cheap slut. Not only makes me feel – he wants to make me one.

We swim and wash in silence then quickly dress and, after half an hour, we are back at the house. Mirai follows me into the house. Goku and Seventeen hadn't moved much in their task to prepare food, and I decide to join them.

There's some strange scent in the air. It's very familiar only has some strange tincture. I can't identify it. I look at my father confused. He ignores me and proceeds with stirring the pot. Hoping for some explanation I look at Mirai; he's much better at scents than I. Mirai turns his eyes away from me. Fine. Just fine.

Well, yeah, maybe I reacted too sensitively to Mirai's words then… I shouldn't have been so... He just threw me off balance. I never had such a relationship before. Actually…is it a relationship at all? The only thing Mirai seems to care about is – to fuck me. It is very doubtful that one can call that a relationship. I don't like the idea. I really don't.

The meal is good. My father is a really good cook. We silently eat and enjoy. I still wonder what that smell is. Now it's almost gone and mixed with that of the food.

After the meal we go to train again. This time I also train, only that I stay below that of Super Saiyan. I would like to train at my full power and to try it out, but I agree that it might end not very well. I think tomorrow, besides going Mystic at my full power I'll try reaching all Super Saiyan forms. Actually I wonder if I can do that – I never went Super Saiyan three. I just didn't need to do it – while going Mystic I was able to reach the same power and even more. But now I'm very curious to try these forms.

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Suddenly it's light in the room.

"Gohan?"

I turn to the door and blink my sleepy eyes at the figure that is standing there. What is Mirai doing here? Wasn't he supposed to sleep in his room, in his house?

I put my head back onto the pillow. "Why aren't you sleeping?" I sigh into it.

"I wanted to talk," he says.

Before shifting to sit in the bed I mutter under my breath. I want to sleep. We came back late and tired from the training, and I feel like my entire body has been run over by a truck. "About what?" I mutter again while trying to get my eyes to see.

Mirai approaches my bed ands sits on a chair that is standing next to it. "Well…" he falters. "I'm not very sure… Back at the lake… Did I do something wrong?" he fidgets with his fingers. "I'm sorry if…well…if you felt like I was pushing you…" he looks at his hands. "Well yeah…maybe I'm rushing too much." He nervously shifts. "But I just…" His face suddenly heats up. "I think I'm in love with you…" he raises his eyes from his fingers to look at me expectantly.

I look at him. Actually I don't know how to react. Is he serious or is he just feeling lonely tonight?

Trunks' face changes several colors while I think of what to say. Taking my time I shift.

"You think you love me?" I say. I'm not sure of what more to say. "Or you just…want to…err…?" I nervously squeeze the cover between my fingers. "Well…many people say that only to…"

Mirai's face turns white. His ki starts rising, and I shift away from him. Dammit. But he just gazes at me, his canines bare.

"I'm not saying that only to get into your pants!" he hisses at me.

Now I think that he was serious when he said that. Shit. How to fix this?

"I…" I mutter. Why is it all so awkward? This is what I've wanted after all… Shouldn't I just happily throw myself into his arms? It's always like that in movies, after all… "Well, yeah… I like you too," I nervously scratch the back of my head. Mirai's canines disappear. He watches me intently. But I…I'm not sure what to say next.

"What's bothering you?" he then asks.

I lower my eyes from his face. "Well, I haven't seen you for two months and…well…I don't know…" "You probably didn't have any fast days then, and I really do not intend to…" To hell with it. "I'm not that kind of a guy." Dammit, but I really didn't protest then, when Mirai wanted to throw me on the kitchen table and fuck me to death… Dammit. Now I'm blushing at the thought. Dammit!

"Oh." Mirai looks a bit nonplussed. He brushes over his hair. He looks at me then nervously brushes over his hair again. "I don't actually understand," he then mutters. "You think that I have some other guys or something?"

Jesus, how uncomfortable. "Yes," I nod. "I'm a one girl…errr…" I blink "…or guy guy." Even I myself have troubles with understanding what I said. I blush fiercely at my lapse. "I mean that I don't share."

Mirai suddenly smiles at me. "Well, me neither." Trunks seems to be relieved for some reason. "I really like you very much; you don't need to think about any others. There weren't any others after I came here."

Oh joy. He probably expects me to bounce happily around the room. Maybe I should, but I feel even more awkward and there's a spark of jealousy in the air.

I frown then blush again as Mirai laughs at me. But then his face glooms. Mirai leans back in the chair. "He died four years ago," he says. "Just…a building fell down while he was inside." He gives me one of his weird smiles again. "So silly. I was so angry… We withstood androids, infections, famine…and the stupid old building fell down…"

"He was a Human?" I state more than ask.

Mirai gives a nod. "Rian Timuro. I met him when I was sixteen. We were about the same age. Well, not counting that one year I later spent here during the Cell games."

Okay. I don't think that I want to know more, and Mirai also doesn't seem to be eager to talk about this. For several minutes we sit silently.

"Am I really a tease?" I then ask breaking the silence.

Mirai chuckles. "Yeah. You almost drove me crazy," he laughs softly. His face then gets serious. "Gohan, I really care about you… Very much. I… Can I expect something more?" he looks at me expectantly.

My heart starts beating twice as fast as it was beating before. Even though he made the first move, it's still damn hard. I consider the words I want to say, but then deicide not to bother because I'll only tie myself into knots and blush again.

I lean to Mirai. I'm not very sure about what I'm doing, but I think that while kissing him fully on his mouth I can say more than I would say with my nebbish stammering. I close my eyes and press my lips to his. As I have never been a very bold type I'm relieved after Mirai's lips open to accept my offering. He shifts closer to me, and his mouth engulfs mine. His tongue brushes inside my mouth while looking for its counterpart. I can't leave him looking for too long, can I..?

Trunks' hands wrap around my bare waist, and I moan while one of his hands slides up my back and Mirai's fingers entangle into my nape. His other hand starts sliding down my waist, to my right thigh. My own arms twine around Mirai. His mouth plunges mine, and my breath hitches in anticipation as his palm cups my ass. He smells so nice…

But then Mirai breaks the kiss, lets go of me and shifts away. "I'll take that as a "yes"," Mirai purrs. Then he again leans to me to nibble on my lower lip.

I blush. Dammit! I have to invent some medicine against blushing!

Mirai leans back into the chair and softly laughs. "You look so cute when you blush."

Is it a compliment or what?

"Have you tried to find him here?" I then ask. I don't know why I ask that. It seems I'm just spoiling the mood, but I want to know. Hell knows why.

Mirai nods. "Yeah, I already found him when I was here the first time."

"And?"

Mirai's smile becomes weird again. "Well, he was only a baby..."

"Err…and now?" I probably should keep my mouth shut; I'm really asking for trouble.

Mirai brushes over his hair. "Well…" he shifts uncomfortably. "I checked the place where he lived as soon as I found you two, you and Goku, I mean," he explains while fidgeting. "It's only a big hole in the ground."

And why the fuck am I happy! I shouldn't feel so relieved! I scold myself. Bad Gohan! "Sorry to hear…" I really feel uncomfortable while saying that. I can relate to the pain Trunks felt and feels, but…

"It's okay," Mirai gives me a warm and knowing smile. I think he knows…

I sigh. I'm an open book for everyone. I lean back on the headboard.

"Shit!" I suddenly jump from the bed.

"What?"

"I left the teakettle on!" I tumble to the door.

Mirai grabs me by my arm, almost throwing me off balance. "I switched it off."

I relax. Mirai lets go off my arm. We stand against each other.

"Want some tea?" I again feel the urge to scratch the back of my head. I just feel strange while standing in the middle of the room only in my underwear. Especially with Mirai opposite me.

Mirai softly laughs at my suggestion. He leans to me and our lips join again.

While we kiss, Trunks' hands slide down my waist to perch on my waist. My own arms wrap around his shoulders and nape and my fingers entangle into his tousled hair. I know I made several nasty comments about Mirai's hair in the past, but in the end…I think I was just jealous that his hair is straight and mine is all spiky like some wire netting. I even like his hair color.

Silly, isn't it?

Our lips join and part and the loud, wet sounds are echoing in the room. His tongue is swirling in my mouth and is brushing against my tongue.

Gods, Mirai can kiss… This is the only thing I can think of while we are trying to swallow each other. No…actually… He tastes of…toothpaste. I think he came here after he couldn't fall asleep.

The kisses are growing more intense and passionate and we become greedier. Our hands start roaming and searching. My hands slip underneath Mirai's shirt, and I purr into his mouth at the feel of his warm skin under my fingertips. My back suddenly hits the wall loudly, and I arch as his whole body presses against mine. I close my eyes again.

His scent…

"Ghh…" I groan as Mirai presses me to the wall firmer while lifting my head by the nape for a hungry kiss. His grip on my waist tightens. The lust I feel is making me dizzy.

The scents in the room grow heavier, and we become even more daring. I don't know what Mirai's scent has but it always made my head turn around when he passed by. This time it makes my head spin and my groin throb. I nuzzle Trunks' throat while inhaling a lungful of that scent that is now dripping with something indescribable. It's soaked in something… Gods…

"Nhhnn…" I toss my head back as Mirai's groin brushes against mine. Gods, I'm going to be struck by the lightning for this. Though, I already feel shocks of electricity course in and out and through my body.

Mirai starts rocking his hips against mine.

"No…" I try to get away from Mirai's grasp while he tries to grind against me. "Ghhh…" my eyes close again as his hand circles my side then slides down to my tail. "No!" I finally push him away.

We loudly pant while staring each other. My groin throbs.

"My house," Mirai pants out. He then tries to get his long, tousled hair in order.

I just breathlessly nod. I grab a shirt from the chair and fling it on. I don't bother with buttoning it. Mirai grasps my hand, and we silently sneak out of the room. It's dark. I don't know how we didn't wake my father up, but his ki stays low. He's still sleeping.

We successfully pass my father's door.

"Gh…shit!" I curse as I trip over heck knows what on my way. Mirai's hold on my hand prevents me from falling.

He grasps my biceps and, instead of hitting the ground with my butt, my bare chest is pressed against his body. My groin brushes his thigh. That sends sparks flying in my eyes again. Mirai is probably affected in the same way, because the next second we tumble down on the small cabinet that is standing next to the door to the outside. We crush it.

Not moving we stare at each other. We wait for my father to shoot out of the room and scold us. I doubt he'd like to see his son half naked, sitting on Mirai's lap and aroused as hell. I won't even start about Mirai…

Several moments pass but it's still calm. I roll off Trunks.

We can hardly hold back our laughter when we finally slip through the door. I just can't stop giggling like a schoolgirl while we are running to Mirai's capsule house. We could fly but the rise in ki might wake Goku up.

It's completely dark outside – it's one of those nights when one can't see the tip of his own nose. I trip over something again that feels like the root of a tree. We both fall down to roll over several times on the ground. I land on top of Mirai, and we purr and kiss, and, when Mirai's palm starts stroking the inside of my bare thigh, then trails up, for a moment there I think that we won't reach the house. But then we are up and running again. As his senses are keener, Mirai is trying to lead the way, but he also trips several times. We laugh as we slip on the wet grass and end up entangled in some grass and sticks.

I can't see Mirai, I just can feel his hand over mine, his fingers entwined with mine. I wonder how Seventeen is going to like this. I giggle again – like I care what he thinks.

I think I'm drunk. But I didn't drink anything.

Finally we reach the door. Mirai swings the door open and we tumble into the house. I moan as Mirai simply rips my shirt off. My bare back presses against something hard and before kissing Mirai back I push us both away from that sharp object. While kissing and petting each other we somehow manage to go down the corridor. On our way I help Trunks to get rid of his annoying black sleeveless T-shirt.

By the time we tumble into some room I'm panting. According to how Mirai's scent surrounds me, I know that it's Mirai's room. The bed creaks as our heavy bodies fall onto it.

"What the fuck is going on!"

Trunks and I freeze as suddenly there's light in the room. We blink our blinded eyes at Seventeen, who is standing in the hole in the wall that I made several months ago, when I punched Mirai through it.

Mirai's power crackles around the two of us. "Go away," Mirai snarls at him. He bares his canines at Seventeen.

After Mirai's arousal scent mixes with that of sudden aggressiveness and the wish to kill, my dizziness clears a bit. Mirai's grip on my thigh is bruising me. I try to slap Mirai's hand away to be ready to stop whatever might happen between him and Seventeen.

I made a very unwise move by resisting Mirai. A loud grown erupts from Trunks' throat and he presses me deeper into the bed. I wince as his sharp nails cut straight through my flesh, but this time I know better than to protest.

The scent of my blood permeates the room.

"Fine," Seventeen snickers at Mirai then. "Just don't complain later when his father bashes your scull in." He gives us a last look and is gone. The light is off again.

Trunks' body relaxes against mine. He releases my hip, and I quickly pull my legs up.

I never liked violence. I think this is exactly what distances me the most from all other Saiyans and demis. And I think this is why I don't exactly understand them. We are sort of similar, but we are different. Only while fighting on higher levels or transforming can I possibly feel as good as they feel. I think for most Saiyans or demis the combination of arousal and aggression scents would have been an irresistible combination. For me it's the opposite.

I'm still hard, but now I don't think that coming over here was a very good idea.

I get up and walk over to the door. It's a bit problematic to walk. At least I still wear my underwear.

"Gohan?"

I don't want to stop but the panic in Mirai's voice makes me.

"Please don't go. I'm very sorry."

I turn around. Actually, according to Mirai's face, he doesn't even understand what he's apologizing for. But I don't understand myself what I'm making him apologize for – I doubt if Mirai can recall that several moments ago he was ready to kill Seventeen. He runs and relies on his instincts much more than me. I'm much more human than he. Even if it is me who has a tail.

I go back to Mirai and sit down on the bed. "Everything's fine," I sigh into his neck as he grabs me to press us together.

We stay like that for some time, only pressed together, his face pressed into my shoulder crook, his warm breath coming in long streaks onto my skin, tingling it. Trunks' fingertips are brushing up and down my waist and back almost not touching the skin.

It feels wonderful, this intimacy.

Trunks' scent starts switching from nervous to aroused again. I can't feel mine, but I can bet that it follows his lead, because my whole body does.

My breath hitches as Mirai begins to drag his lips against the skin of my collarbone. I feel his tongue flick over my skin while he drags his lips up my collarbone, neck then up my jaw. His arm slides up my arm then biceps and he cups my head. His mouth encloses mine. Kissing me hard, rediscovering the route once again.

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INSERTION OF A SEX SCENE. If you want to read it, go to MediaMiner org (choose "Rating: all" to nFiction com or join Truhania on Yahoo! Groups. Adultfanfiction net is kind of working (you can read fanfics there, but no updates are possible). I write under the same penname everywhere.

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With my eyes closed I breathlessly slump against the bedding and in Mirai's arms when it's over. I pant into the pillow still not believing that we just did this. I slept with a man. If several months earlier someone had told me I'd do this, I would have thought that he needed serious treatment.

Gods, how good it felt and still feels. That undoubtedly was the best sex of my life. Not that I used to get much to compare, but still…

Mirai falls on top of me, crushing me under his body. It's so hot, so wet. He's still inside me. I can feel his ragged breath on my back. I'm so drained. So heavy and satisfied…

I uncomfortably rouse from the doze as Mirai slowly pulls out. I shortly purr as he climbs off and settles beside me, his warm arm wrapped around my waist. I can feel a light fabric descend on me. Then I hear an answering rumble in his throat and after a moment I doze off again.

TBC