Chapter 21
"We don't have to live our lives hollow, Gohan. Mark me again, right now, and this time, I'll return the favor. I want you to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that when we make love the first time, it's real" he said passionately. Gohan moaned, clinging to him.
"What have you got to lose, Gohan? If it is a dream, which it's not, it wouldn't hurt anything... Unless, you wouldn't want to wake up and find you belong to me?" Mirai questioned him as he stroked his back. Gohan was crying into his shoulder now, too many emotions, his broken mind just couldn't handle it.
"All I've ever wanted... Every morning when I wake up, I wished to find you back. To be with you. So long..." Gohan's tears grew thicker, and he sobbed into the arms of his own personal tormentor and savior. His hands found the long braid of hair at his back and clutched onto it reflexively. Mirai purred for him, rocking him gently back and forth. When Gohan's tears subsided, he adjusted their embrace so he could undo the first few buttons on his shirt without releasing Gohan from his grasp. Gohan looked at him with a little-bit-returning-to-normal light in his eyes, and smiled weakly.
"You know, we never do this emotional crap in my other dreams, just fuck" he said, doubt finally edging into his voice. Mirai Trunks chuckled, the deep, rich sound threatening to make Gohan hard right then and there. Then he yanked on his collar and bared his neck to him, submissive, yet demanding at the same time.
Gohan took a deep whiff of Trunks' scent, it was just like the one chibi Trunks' had, but it smelled better, more mature somehow. He kissed the scar tissue he found there, something left from androids, not him. He kissed and nibbled his way over to that scar, giving in and growing hard against the beautiful man. He circled the ring of teeth-mark scars with his tongue, making Trunks pant heavily as he sucked on it, drawing too much blood to the surface until vessels broke under the skin and Trunks was grinding his hips against him.
"Gods! Please Gohan..." he begged in a half moan.
"You know, that's funny too, you always say 'Kami' in my other dreams" he said while he still had his lips pressed to him.
"Kami's dead" Trunks replied, "In my world we no better than to call on him anymore..." Gohan leaned back from him slowly, blinking as he stared at the spot he had just been sucking.
"I guess I never thought of it like that, ours is too, I mean, you know we have Dende now, but we always still say 'Kami' like the rest of...fuck..." Gohan lifted his head up further, eyes wide as saucers, and grabbed Trunks' arms right below the shoulders; he gasped for air in his revelation. Trunks' eyes met his with a joyful confirmation, slid a hand up to stroke Gohan's cheek.
"Mark me Gohan, claim what's yours, what's always been yours" Trunks said with a gentle nod. Tears flowed down Gohan's cheeks uncontrollably, but he wasn't really crying anymore. He believed, just for the barest moment, he dared to believe, and it was enough. He leaned over and sank his teeth into the ancient scar, re-forging what should have never been sundered, drawing Trunks into a close embrace as he sucked and licked at that beautiful flesh. Trunks was openly moaning now, not holding back at all this time, running his hands over every inch of Gohan he could reach. He had pulled out his shirt, took his belt off – was unzipping his pants, when Gohan puled back and grinned at him with that mischievous look in his eyes, then pulled him in for a deep and probing kiss, mouth still filled with blood. It was too much for Trunks, he pushed him up and backwards onto the bed, ripping off the remains of his clothes as he did. The gesture was slightly violent yet loving at the same time, he could have just had him on the floor. Trunks stripped off his shirt, and Gohan sat up to grip the waist of his pants, trying to rip them off of him, but finding he didn't have the unbridled strength to do it instantly. Trunks looked down at him in confusion, and Gohan growled, pointing at the ki restraints on his ankles. Trunks blasted them to pieces with two short but powerful blasts from either finger.
"You are going to need your ki for this" he said darkly, gazing at Gohan's already naked and aroused form. Gohan closed his eyes, flared his ki for the first time in a long time, and shredded those pants with a smile and a flick of his wrist. Kami, that felt good – or Dende, or whatever... He opened his eyes again as Trunks stood before him in all his glory. That body deserved to be worshiped, Gohan thought as Trunks drew him up to his knees on the edge of the bed. Gohan reached around and grabbed the end of his braid, finding the length to be well down his back, probably down to his ass when it was undone... He removed the red-gold circlets that clasped the top and bottom of those beautiful locks, and teased apart the braid with his fingers. Trunks kissed and licked his shoulders as Gohan finished releasing his hair. When Gohan tangled his fingers against his scalp and used the leverage to place Trunks' mouth into the base of his neck where it met the shoulder, Trunks didn't ignore the invitation, and bit down hard. As the taste of his mates' blood filled his senses for the first time, Gohan's back arched, and he screamed – feeling the connection between suddenly become a two way street. Trunks' journey to him, his ache and fear and longing, filled him until he could take no more, his grip loosening at the back of Trunks head, knees giving out.
Trunks held him to him at the edge of the bed for a moment, arms around his back; he wasn't quite done enjoying the fresh taste of Gohan just yet. He eventually lowered the lax body to the bed below him, making Gohan open his eyes at the movement. His smile could have made a nun blush. Trunks stayed kneeling beneath him, just drinking in the sight of him, until Gohan broke the sensual silence.
"What would you have done," he paused, "if I had said 'yes'? All those years ago?" Ah, Trunks thought with a streak of crimson staining his cheeks, he was talking about that night...
"Well, I would have decked you as hard as I could and run like a little bitch – probably home to Mommy and Daddy, hoping you wouldn't screw me in front of them..." Trunks said, trying to smile.
"You wouldn't have bit me back?" Gohan asked, needing to know.
"You were eleven Gohan" Trunks said seriously now "I didn't know what the biting meant, but I certainly did with the kissing. I would have done anything within my power to keep from going there with you, you were a child – literally. I... I knew what it was like... to be loved too young and have it stolen from you..." he finished abruptly. There was more to be said there, Gohan was sure – he had been fairly certain that his future self had been more than friends with Mirai before he had been killed. He decided to let that lay for now though, now was their time. He sat up, drawing Trunks down to him, down with him as he kissed him. The bond sang between them, aching to be sealed off, finalized. Trunks let go of the past and kissed his future deeply. His long hair flowed around them as he licked and suck and bit, leaving an array of marks on that perfect skin. Gohan moaned and wrapped his legs around Trunks' waist, calling an end to the foreplay with his eyes first, then his lips.
"I want your dick inside my ass Trunks, how many times do I have to tell you?"
"You're not ready for me yet" Trunks moaned as he ground his erection against Gohan's hip.
"I'm half-Saiyan, I was born ready – just take it slow for a few seconds in the beginning and I'll adjust" Trunks took him at his word and took him in the ass, taking only the time to rub a cursory amount of saliva on his opening before sliding in. A startled cry came from beneath him. Trunks opened his eyes, looked down into those shocked eyes, and panted with the effort remain still. Gods, it took everything in him to hold his ground, to not move his cock wildly in and out of that moist flesh until he had his release. He waited until he felt Gohan's hips begin to move beneath him, and then let loose the flood gates. He lifted one of Gohan's legs, throwing it over his shoulder, and fucked him.
"AAAAh-hn...uhn...hnf...ahhh...Trrr..unks!" Gohan shouted as he was slammed into. The room receded around him and his world narrowed to the vision of the man above him. That thick meat was thrust into him again and again, making his legs tingle, running a line of pleasure up from his groin and into his stomach. His silken hair glided in the air around them touching, tickling and rubbing over his lower body. Trunks found a breathtaking rhythm, making Gohan's eyes roll back in his head as he stroked that special spot with a little up-tic of his hips on every thrust.
Then he was being turned, put on his knees with his ass in the air. Trunks buried his cock to the hilt in Goten's welcoming ass, then leaned over and whispered to him.
"Do you remember what I said earlier my love?"
"Uh-uh" was all Gohan managed as Trunks was ever so slowly sliding in and out of him.
"About your ki?"
"Yuh" Gohan answer breathlessly, rocking his hips against him in anticipation. Trunks smiled at his wonton movements.
"Good... Try to keep up, I don't want to hurt you too badly..." he said as he resumed the hard fuck from before. The bed shook with the force of it, the headboard slamming against the wall far too loudly to be overlooked from pretty much anywhere in building. Gohan loved how the sound of it was proclaiming to the world what an amazing fuck he was getting right now. Strong fingers dug into his hipbones, bruising, pulling his body back as hips came up, impaling him at a hundred strokes per minute. Not that he had the wherewithal to actually count them, it was fucking fast, what ever it was. And fucking hard, like a piece of steel that was trying to turn his insides to mush. It was starting to be a little too much, more pain than pleasure, so he raised his ki until he was just above SSJ, feeling the pain melt away and a warm pleasure fill his lower half.
Trunks cried out above him, he had already flashed to SSJ, but now the flesh he was pumping into took on a new firmness, resisting more as he drove in hard and fast, making him ache anew as well.
"Gods, Gohan..." he moaned in between breaths.
"Harder" Gohan grunted. He hadn't transformed, but Trunks had felt the increase in his power – through the bond he saw the Old Kai's "training" flash in his mind... 'neat' he thought as he ascended to SSJ2 and gave him what he asked for. The headboard cracked and sort of half collapsed between the bed and the wall. Trunks' furious thrusts had Gohan seeing stars, he was in him so deep. There was a lifetime of need and desire being taken out of his hide as he screamed beneath his love. He raised his ki again, before bruises could become ruptures, but Trunks instantly went to SSJ3, not letting up an inch as he pounded him with enough force to make the building start to shake. ...Fuck...me... Gohan thought as he struggled to raise his power up enough to keep from getting his pelvis crushed. It felt So. Fucking. Good. The stars in his vision danced around him with each impact, swirling into a glowing haze as Trunks moved within him so fast that he began to feel continually full. The pleasure and pain somehow still accented each other perfectly as they simultaneously fought within him. The orgasm didn't so much as explode from him as completely destroy him... His muscles clenched once last time around Trunks' engorged dick, brought him with him, hard as hell, screaming Gohan's name as Gohan screamed Trunks'.
Then he died. Well, it felt like he had anyway. Everything was gone except for the feel of Trunks' skin against his back and his hair spread over him, though even that was only acknowledged through the link that now bound them tight. Light swirled around him, echoing the pleasure and warmth he felt. He let everything go, falling into that blissful peace that had eluded him for so long, with Trunks by his side.