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SUMMARY: Piccolo and Gohan run into each other in an
unlikely place. Naughtiness ensues.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally intended
for the Saiyanslash list's Lemon Week. It's my first lemon, so keep that in
mind.
Special thanks goes to Chibi, who practically held my hand through this
whole fic. Also, more thanks goes to my beta readers, without whom this lovely
little finished product would not have been made possible.
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A figure, a man, dressed solidly in a form-fitting black shirt and pants with a black knitted cap on his head, stealthily approached the Chuck E. Cheese entrance. The small overhead light illuminated the face of the individual for a split second. His eyes blazed, quietly melting the lock. The man scowled deeply as he slipped in without a sound through the now-open door of the family fun place. Thank Kami he could do this while it was closed. He had stolen a dragonball radar from Capsule Corp. earlier that day. The last ball he needed was in this bizarre establishment. But...it could be anywhere inside the giant place.
He didn't want things to look too conspicuous, so he managed to find the lights and turned only a few of them on, just enough light to get around. Fortunately for him, the game controls and show room controls were separate from the simple lighting switches. Looking down at the dragonball radar, he couldn't get it to be more definite than showing that the final dragonball was in the establishment. He stuffed the radar away in one of his pants pockets and began looking around.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "This place is huge! How the hell am I ever going to find that single dragonball in here? Stupid radar." He did a full sweep of the easiest places first, leaving the most likely and most difficult place-the game room-for last. After covering every room, he finally headed for the game room.
***
Gohan snuck up to the front door at the family fun place he'd been at earlier that day. Bra's birthday party had been there. Since Videl had been late in picking up Pan for her weekend with her, he had also been there to bring his young daughter. Of course, Videl had shown up and had taken her for the rest of the weekend, which did nothing but sadden Gohan. They had been divorced for three years, and things had never gotten any better. Everyone had assumed they simply just had irreconcilable differences and had to split up. Only Gohan, his father, his father's mate, and Videl knew the real reason.
His brows knit as he looked at the Chuck E. Cheese door. He could see someone had melted the lock. Scratching his head, he looked around and then silently crept into the place. He knew that if there was a burglar there, he could easily take care of whomever it was, just like in his old Saiyaman days. He shuddered briefly recalling that hideous ensemble. Piccolo had been right; it _was_ ridiculous.
He wandered in and was slightly taken aback by the fact that whomever had broken in had turned some of the lights on. Perhaps it was someone else looking for something they'd lost, just as he was? He listened carefully for any sounds and was amused at hearing shuffling noises coming from the game room. Luckily for him, that was the room in which he was sure he'd lost his wedding band. Certainly he had no use for it now, but he still wanted to keep it, for Pan.
Making his way through the game room, he followed the shuffling noise to the ball pit and saw a svelte black-clad rear end poking out of the plastic orbs. Somehow, he thought he recognized that rear. He smirked to himself, wondering how someone's ass could look even remotely familiar to him. Putting his resolve face on, he loudly announced his presence to the other intruder. "Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?"
The other person quickly bolted upright and twisted around to face him. Gohan's jaw nearly hit the floor as he recognized the individual. "P-Piccolo?"
A light violet blush warmed Piccolo's jade cheeks. "Um...Hello, Gohan," he swallowed hard.
A huge grin broke out onto the demi-saiyajin's face. "What-what are you doing here, Piccolo? And in the ball pit, no less."
Piccolo's broad shoulders slumped as he heaved a heavy sigh. Gohan couldn't help but let his eyes run appreciatively over the taut, corded muscles concealed beneath the namek's all-black attire. Suddenly, the elder man's head snapped up and looked back at him accusatorily. "What are you doing here, Gohan?" he questioned.
"Um, well," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "I lost my wedding band in here earlier today. It was Bra's birthday party."
Piccolo's jaw visibly tightened. "Your wedding band. You're divorced."
"Oh, I know. But I want to keep it for Pan."
"You're divorced."
"Yeah?"
"Why are you still wearing your wedding band, Gohan?"
"Oh, uh...well," he stammered. "I don't know. Just used to it, I guess." He met Piccolo's scrutinizing gaze, and the Namek looked away. "Now, what about you? Why are you crawling around in the ball pit in a kiddie place?"
The blush crept up on Piccolo's cheeks again. "I'm...looking for something as well. A dragonball."
Gohan's eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "A dragonball? What do you want the dragonballs for?"
Piccolo gave him a harsh look, and the dark-haired male took a step back. "Um, okay. That's your business, not mine. Sorry." He tried to grin it off, but that just made him feel awkward. He perked suddenly as his moving eyes came to lay upon a glinting object near the stairs to the netted ball pit. He hurried over to it and picked it up. Smiling brightly, he held it up. "Here it is! The ring!" He dropped it into his pocket and looked back up to find Piccolo staring at him, almost scowling.
Gohan swallowed with some difficulty. Was Piccolo angry with him for finding him here? The green man, standing knee-deep in the plastic balls, kicked slightly, sending a wave of balls towards the netting near Gohan. A frustrated frown was firmly in place on his angular face. The dark-haired male climbed the stairs to the pit and stood at the precipice. "Say, Piccolo, could I help you look? It might make things go faster for you."
Piccolo shot a sideways glance at him and gave a curt nod before continuing to sift through the pit. The demi-saiyajin grinned broadly and dove into the ocean of plastic. Piccolo merely shook his head at him and dug around some more. He occasionally sneaked peeks at his unplanned companion, frequently catching the younger man gazing back then blushing profusely as he threw himself into searching through the endless sea of color. He breathed a heavy, frustrated sigh. How in the fuck were they supposed to find a dragonball in a gigantic pit that was filled with balls? He growled out his aggravation softly and glanced back over at the demi-saiyajin.
The Namek had to admit that the years weren't wearing on Gohan any. Sure, he was a mere 29 years of age, which wasn't old by any standards, but he still looked like the young man he was before... Piccolo scowled, staring down into the multi-colored spheres. 'Before he met Videl,' an inner voice told him. He clenched his jaw tightly. He didn't like to think about that. She had never been good enough for Gohan in his mind. 'Oh, and I suppose you are?' the voice questioned.
Piccolo mentally cut the voice off when a blue, baseball-sized ball smacked him in the head. The tall green man whirled around to find the demi-saiyajin with a huge grin on his face, tossing an identical orb in his hands. He smirked back wickedly and, returning the favor, snagged a green ball, threw it and watched it smack Gohan right in the mouth before the younger man even had a chance to blink.
The initial shock slid off the dark-haired male's face, and the grin spread out once again. He scooped up a few more balls and launched them at his former mentor, who did the same. Bright spheres colored red, green, blue, and yellow flew across the large, netted area; some hit their targets while others bounced against the mesh.
Piccolo expertly hurled the balls like a professional pitcher, and Gohan grinned widely as he dodged the pitches, throwing as many as he could manage to in return. The larger male sent a flurry of orbs in the younger man's direction, many of them smacking his smaller body. "Doesn't feel so nice, does it, Gohan?" the Namek smirked.
Gohan realized that there was no way he was going to win this battle and flung himself at Piccolo, effectively tackling the large green man. The momentum of his plunge into Piccolo threw them deep into the middle of the plastic spheres. Grappling his way up to the top of the balls, the demi-saiyajin gradually raised his head above the top of the orbs and found his face stationed mere centimeters from Piccolo's. Bit by bit, he became more aware of the placement of the rest of his body as he felt the Namek's hips shift slightly between his thighs.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was nothing but silence. Just two beings panting softly and staring at each other. Each slowly searching the other's eyes for...what? Then, the silence was shattered by a whisper of a name. "Gohan."
The demi-saiyajin leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against the Namek's. His ivory-skinned hands slid from the larger man's midsection up his broad chest, to clasp around his neck as the taller green warrior moved forward, raising them both to a sitting position with Gohan straddling his hips. Piccolo wrapped his long arms around the younger man's waist, pulling the warm, muscular body flush against his while he softly returned the kiss. The timorous intermingling of their lips and tongues gave way to a deeply suppressed desire between them, one that had been building for ages in strength and intensity.
Piccolo's tongue danced sensuously across Gohan's, invading the hot, wet recesses of his mouth. Holding the younger man to him, he tried to move up into a kneeling position, but the plastic spheres in the ball pit had other ideas. The balls forced Piccolo further forward, sending him crashing down on top of Gohan. The Namek pulled back a bit, gazing down at the demi-saiyajin. His chest tightened as he took in the sight of his former student cushioned by the multi-colored plastic; his normally pale face was flushed, his lips kiss-swollen. Piccolo's studious gaze turned into a slight frown as he also began to take in their surroundings. Did he really want to do this here and now?
Another blue plastic ball smacked him in the cheek and released him from his thoughts. He looked back down at Gohan, who had a bright smile plastered across his face. "So...Piccolo," the demi-saiyajin began, his voice husky and coarse with need, "don't you want to play with me?"
Long, elegant fingers splayed out on the dark-haired man's stomach, sliding beneath the fabric of his shirt, pushing it up only a bit to reveal the creamy flesh of his rock-hard abs. Gohan's grin widened, and he quickly divested himself of his shirt. The Namek peeled his own black shirt off and grabbed Gohan's from him as well, tossing them both to the side, seeing them whap against the netting and fall gently to rest atop the colorful spheres. Piccolo came down onto Gohan, pushing him into the rainbow ocean, his lips and tongue sucking and licking at the tender flesh of his neck.
Gohan's eyes rolled slightly back in his head, his own hands clutching at the larger man's shoulders and back. He felt a hand slide in between their bodies, stroking his swollen erection through his jeans. Gohan arched into the touch, bucking his hips upward towards it. He had ached for Piccolo to desire him like this for so long, and now that it was happening... He fumbled amongst the spheres, practically being swallowed by them as he drowned in Piccolo's caresses. The tall, green man suddenly scooped him up out of the sea of color and pinned him against the edge of the ball pit, pressing his back into the netting. Gohan laced his fingers into the netting, using it as support while Piccolo's deft digits unbuttoned and removed his jeans.
The kneeling Namek was submerged almost to his waist in the ball pit as he took Gohan's steely length into his mouth, his tongue flickering along the underside, careful of his fangs. His large hands gripped the demi-saiyajin's thrusting hips while he sucked him deep into his throat. The scalding wetness of Piccolo's mouth and the expert ministrations of his tongue were almost too much for Gohan to handle. He bucked hard into the Namek's mouth, the sensations overcoming him, the wet heat consuming his throbbing shaft. He felt himself approaching the edge of climax faster than he had ever previously experienced. Was this what it was like when you were finally with the one you'd always loved? Was this what he'd been denying himself for so many years? The waves of his orgasm were so powerful that the blood rushing in his ears prevented him from hearing himself cry out his former mentor's name as he exploded into his mouth.
Gasping for air, the demi-saiyajin gazed down at the Namek licking away the remainder of his seed. The older man placed two of his long fingers into Gohan's mouth, letting him suckle them, coating them with saliva. Using one hand to caress the smaller man's taut body, further relaxing him, he moved the fingers down to massage around his entrance, slowly pressing a single digit inside him. Gohan stiffened slightly above him, his legs clenching at Piccolo's sides. The Namek smiled softly and pressed a few kisses to the younger man's neck and chest. He leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I would never hurt you. Trust me..."
Gohan smiled in return and kissed his green lips, his tongue reaching out into his mouth, tasting himself on the Namek's tongue. Piccolo pushed a second finger inside Gohan, brushing against his inner pleasure spot as he scissored his fingers inside him to loosen him up. He added a third finger to the mix, pumping them slightly, stroking Gohan's inner walls. When he felt the demi-saiyajin's reawakening manhood bump against stomach and him rocking himself on the Namek's fingers, the larger man stripped himself of his black pants with his other hand, finally freeing his own pulsating member. Piccolo placed the head of his steely shaft at Gohan's entrance, slipping his fingers free of the tightness.
The demi-saiyajin felt the head of the Namek's cock press into him. He grunted slightly in pain, but he wanted it so greatly. He eased himself down some, pushing down against Piccolo's member, rocking his hips, urging the large green man to plunge deeper inside him. The older man's eyes crossed and his brow knit as he sheathed himself in Gohan's exquisite, tight warmth. He slowly began to pump in and out of the younger man, biting his lower lip with each thrust. Gohan gripped the netting above his head tightly, his body flexing while Piccolo increased his tempo.
"Unnnnh! Oh, Piccolo! Harder...harder!" he called out.
"I don't...," the Namek grunted, "I don't-know if I can. Kami, you're so tight, Gohan..."
The demi-saiyajin wrapped his legs tightly around Piccolo's waist, drawing the green man closer to him. He forcefully rocked his ass against each one of the namek's rough thrusts and felt a new electric shock rip through him when the head of his member stroked the tiny bundle of nerves inside him. Piccolo gripped Gohan's hips and pressed their bodies tightly together, creating a heated friction between them for the smaller man's own burgeoning need. Their mouths found each other and their tongues engaged in their own power struggle as their bodies surged against one another. Soon, they were one, grinding and thrusting against each other for release in a timeless, beautiful melding of flesh and pent-up emotion, emotions they'd both been suppressing for what seemed like an eternity.
This is what Gohan had always wanted. He yearned for the touch and desire and love of Piccolo. Even now, as the Namek rocked inside of him, this is where he'd always wanted to be: in the arms of his former mentor, expressing the love he'd always held for him. He had no concept of time; it could've been hours or mere minutes since their coupling began, and he'd never be sure. But sparks and colors began bursting behind his eyes as his climax crested within him.
He came with a loud, guttural cry as his seed gushed out onto his and Piccolo's torsos. The large Namek wasn't far behind, pumping faster into Gohan, ecstasy climbing inside him like a nuclear bomb. The multi-colored orbs in the ball pit surrounding them spun into a huge, swirling rainbow before Piccolo's lust-hazed eyes and blasted apart as his orgasm peaked and he burst deep inside Gohan, calling out the younger man's name simultaneously.
The two men breathed raggedly against each other in between their slow, post-orgasmic kisses. Piccolo extracted himself from Gohan and fell back into the middle of the ball pit, bringing the demi-saiyajin with him. He held him close and nuzzled the dark-haired man's sweaty brow. "I love you, Gohan," he whispered huskily.
Tears glistened in Gohan's eyes, and he pressed his lips to Piccolo's. "I've wanted to hear you say that forever. I've always loved you," he breathed.
Piccolo smiled a genuine smile at his former student, then suddenly frowned. Worry creased the demi-saiyajin's flushed face, and he bit his lower lip. "What's wrong, Piccolo?"
The tall Namek reached down into the ball pit and slowly pulled something out. Completely uncharacteristically, he burst into laughter. Gohan joined him as soon as he laid eyes on the object in Piccolo's hand: the dragonball the older man had been seeking.
"What are you going to wish for, Piccolo?" the dark-haired man asked quietly, snuggling into the Namek.
Piccolo smiled down at him and kissed him lightly. "I don't need anything else anymore."
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