here it is, and be honest, I had trouble writing this, because I had 

certain

restrictions on how much to do, cause they are supposed to both be 

virgins,

right? So I couldn't have them being too knowledgeable or sleazy.

Johnny

Fusion.

Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh  

Warnings;  Language, Yaoi, Yuri, lemon, light bondage, angst, 

references to

NCS and child abuse. (Nothing too graphic though)

Notes;  humor, silliness, sap, OOC, TWT,, basically every warning or 

note.   

Pairings; Almost everybody gets involved eventually. (Except for Tien,

Chiaoutzu, Krillin and Master Roshi, I know how some of you feel about 

them.

*LOL*)

Rating; PG-13 parts 1-4, 5 and beyond, definitely an R.

Disclaimer; Don’t own ‘em, not makin’ any money off ‘em.

“Denotes speaking”

*denotes thoughts*

Back at the Son residence......

     After a typically huge supper, Bulma and Chi-Chi managed to 

browbeat

the four boys into helping them clean up, the younger boys clearing the

table, Mirai Trunks washing the dishes, and Gohan drying.  Finally, 45

minutes later, the six of them  managed to get the kitchen and dining 

room

clean.   As Mirai Trunks and Gohan finally finished  working their way

through the mountain of dishes that had been piled on the counter 

beside the

sink, Bulma sidled up to them and spoke quietly, hoping the younger 

boys

wouldn’t hear her.

     “Hey, guys, could we ask you a small favor?”  She asked, as both 

boys

stiffened slightly, “Oh relax, it’s nothing major, we just want a 

little

help getting Goten and Chibi Trunks into their bath.”  

Gohan and Mirai Trunks cast sly, sidelong glances at each other over 

Bulma’s

head, evil smiles spreading over both their faces.

    “Sure mom, just say the word, and we’ll have them up there before 

they

realize what’s goin’ on.” Trunks said quietly.  

     “Yeah, Trunks owes the brats a little payback from this morning

anyway.” Gohan said, grinning.  

     “Huh, what’s going on?” Bulma said, placing her hands on her hips 

and

glaring from one to the other.

     “Nothing mom, I’d just like to repay them for waking me up so 

nicely

this morning.” Trunks said as he and Gohan glanced at each other again 

and

chuckled.

     “Oh, O.K., just make sure nobody gets hurt, and nothing gets 

broken

around here, alright?  I think Chi-Chi’s almost finished running their 

bath,

so when she comes down we can start.” Bulma whipsered before saying 

loudly

“Boy, you two sure are fast when it comes to doing the dishes, this is

great!  Thanks you guys.  Now, what are you two doing?” she asked as 

she

walked over to stand behind the two smaller boys, who were engaged in

whispering conspiratorially to each other,  hands on her hips, glaring 

at

them suspiciously. 

     “N..n..nothing..” Goten stammered, obviously feeling guilty about

something. 

     “We don’t wanna take a bath!” Chibi Trunks declared, getting 

straight

to the point.  

     “Well that’s just too bad, because that’s exactly what you’re 

about to

do!” Chi-Chi declared right back, standing at the top of the stairs, 

arms

crossed, glaring down at them.  

     “No!” Goten and Chibi Trunks yelled in unison.

     “Gohan!  Trunks!  Get ‘em!” Both women shouted in stereo, pointing 

at

the two young boys. 

     Four indiscernible streaks flashed through the room, and the sound 

of

giggles and running feet seemed to come from all directions.  Bulma and

Chi-Chi sat down at the dining room table, Chi-Chi pouring them some 

tea, as

they waited for the chase to end, the boys were moving far too fast for 

the

women to be able to follow their moves.   

Chibi Trunks somersaulted through the air, landing on the ceiling and

streaking through the house, Mirai Trunks hot on his heels, laughing.  

Goten

ran sideways along the living room wall, Gohan sailing through the air 

after

him.  Four flashes of  

color zipped back and forth, two at a time, making their way across the

ceiling, down the walls, across the floor, back up the walls, and 

across the

ceiling yet again.  A surprised yelp was heard as Gohan clamped his 

arms

around Goten and landed softly on the floor, clutching his  squirming,

whining little brother tightly.

     “Come on!  What’s taking you so long?” Gohan taunted Mirai Trunks,

grinning. 

Mirai Trunks snarled, and redoubled his efforts to catch Chibi Trunks.  

As

they made their way back down to the floor again, Mirai Trunks lunged

forward, managing to catch Chibi Trunks in the back of the knees and 

send

him crashing to the floor.  

     “Gotcha, you little punk!” Mirai Trunks growled as he captured 

Chibi

Trunks in a vicious headlock, “now, that’s for waking me up so rudely 

this

morning.” he chuckled.  

     The two boys whined, kicked, squirmed and shouted, but to no 

avail. 

They were carried upstairs, undressed by their mothers, and rudely 

shoved

into the water by Gohan and Mirai Trunks, the latter taking special 

care to

push Chibi Trunks’ head under the water, smirking as the boy came up

sputtering for air, before both boys turned to glare murderously at the

young men.  

     “Thanks you two.” Bulma said, beginning to work shampoo into a 

most

unimpressed Chibi Trunks’ hair.

      “Yes, it would have taken us ages to coax these two in here 

without

your..er...persuasion.” Chi-Chi smiled, working up a lather in a 

pouting

Goten’s hair as well.  

     “No problem.  Hey mom, Trunks and I are gonna go out for a walk, 

O.K.?”

Gohan said, casting a sidelong glance at Trunks.  

     “Alright Gohan, but don’t stay out too late.” Chi-Chi said

distractedly.  

     “Sure mom, and thanks!  Come on Trunks!  Let’s go!” he grabbed 

Mirai

Trunks’ arm and pulled him out into the hallway.  He let go of Trunks 

long

enough to duck into his room for a minute, before dashing back out into 

the

hallway with a duffel bag in his hand   He glomped on to Trunks again, 

and

almost dragged the surprised demi-Saiyan down the stairs.  

     “Let’s see...” Gohan said as he peered into the refrigerator, 

“Aha! 

That’ll do it!” he said, smiling as he shoved four cans of soda into 

the

bag.  “O.K.  All set, let’s go!” 

     As they stepped out onto the porch, Gohan took Trunks’  hand and 

gave

it a gentle squeeze before letting go and taking off into the darkening 

sky.

*I know what he wants, he wants to continue what we started this 

afternoon.*

Trunks thought, his body tingling as he felt himself becoming aroused.

*I...should I?  Am I doing the right thing?* He remembered the thoughts 

that

had gone through his head earlier that day, *Yeah, I know I am.* he 

thought,

smiling as he took off after Gohan.  

       They landed in the clearing, on the same rock jutting out of the

hillside that they’d sat, as well as done some other things on, earlier 

that

day.  Trunks chuckled, then grabbed the belt loops of Gohan’s jeans and

pulled the teen’s body tightly against his own, claiming the soft lips 

in a

searing kiss.  Gohan clutched Trunks’ shoulders tightly as he trembled, 

his

knees threatening to give out from the sheer intensity of the kiss.  

Trunks

sensed Gohan’s predicament, and gently lowered both of them to their 

knees. 

Suddenly Gohan pulled away, looking behind him, then reaching out for 

the

duffel bag.  Trunks looked at him quizzically, then grinned slyly as 

Gohan

pulled out a thick, soft blanket and spread it out on the rock, then 

reached

back into the bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant.  

     “Ready for anything, huh?” Trunks muttered, leaning in to nibble

Gohan’s earlobe, “Going for a walk indeed.” he chuckled.

     “Hey, what did you want me to say?” Gohan grinned as he gently 

pulled

the black band from Trunks’ hair, once again releasing the silky 

lavender

strands so that he could run his hands through them.  “Hey mom, Trunks 

and I

are going out to the woods to screw each other’s brains out, O.K.?”  He

giggled.

     “Oh my god!”  Trunks threw his head back and laughed.  “I could 

just

see your mom’s face!”  

     “And what about your mom?  I could hear the lecture you would 

get!”

Both of them dissolved into peals of laughter as they tried to imagine 

all

the expressions that would cross their mother’s faces if they knew what 

they

were up to.  They sobered up however, when it came to their fathers.  

     “Well, my dad would just kill me in the slowest, most painful way 

he

could think of.” Trunks said certainly. 

     “My dad probably just wouldn’t get it at all, and then your dad 

would

kill me for being your partner, and then kill my dad, or at least try,

because he would be annoyed by dad’s inability to grasp what was going 

on.”

He chuckled.

     “And then Vegeta would find a way to wish all three of us back 

just so

he could kill us all over again!” They said in unison, hugging each 

other

tightly as they dissolved into helpless laughter once more.  

     As their laughter died down, they stretched out on the blanket, 

arms

and legs entwined, kissing heatedly.  Trunks rolled over on top of 

Gohan,

settling his hips between the teen’s legs, eyes narrowing as a low moan

escaped Gohan’s throat at the contact.   He growled softly as he pushed 

up

Gohan’s shirt, leaning down to lick the teen’s rock hard abs, gently 

nipping

at the sensitive flesh, his body throbbing in response to the gasps and

moans he wrenched from the young man beneath him.  He began to kiss and 

lick

his way up Gohan’s stomach, veering over to graze his teeth over an 

already

hard nipple, smiling as Gohan cried out softly, his hands tangling in

Trunks’ hair as he arched his back, silently asking for  more.    He 

left a

trail of hot kisses across Gohan’s chest as he slowly made his way up 

to the

writhing teen’s throat, groaning softly as Gohan rocked his hips 

against

him.

     “Trunks....ohh...yeah..” Gohan moaned as Trunks gently grazed his 

teeth

along Gohan’s jaw, before claiming the teen’s lips with his own.  He 

thrust

his tongue between Gohan’s parted lips, exploring, tasting, excited by 

the

young man’s submissiveness as his hands slid over Gohan’s chest and 

stomach.

      Suddenly Trunks broke the kiss, pulling back until he was 

kneeling

between Gohan’s legs, staring down at him, eyes glittering, breath 

coming in

ragged gasps.  

     “What’s wrong?” Gohan panted.

     “Too much clothing.” Trunks answered as he almost ripped off his 

black

tanktop, then fumbled with his belt buckle trying to get his pants 

undone. 

Gohan pulled off his own white T-shirt, quickly undid his pants and 

pushed

them down his hips before reaching up to help Trunks with his grey 

pants. 

Trunks closed his eyes and moaned as Gohan’s fingers brushed his 

erection as

he pulled down his zipper, and Trunks quickly stood up and finished 

removing

his clothes, as Gohan frantically tried to rid himself of his jeans.   

Trunks knelt beside Gohan and growled as he grabbed Gohan’s jeans and 

pulled

them off.  Gohan gasped softly as the cool evening air caressed his 

skin,

then he arched his back and cried out as Trunks leaned over and took 

his

throbbing member into his mouth.  Gohan groaned as Trunks began moving 

his

mouth slowly up and down Gohan’s length, sucking eagerly.

      “Uhhh, Trunks....please,” Gohan pleaded, “stop, I..I don’t want 

to cum

yet.” 

      Trunks reluctantly pulled back.  “What do you want to do?” he 

asked

softly.  

     “Well, um,” Gohan began, smiling shyly, “I would like to try 

something

I saw in a magazine once.” He turned his head away, his face burning.  

     Trunks gently cupped Gohan’s chin and turned his face back towards 

him.

     “Come on Gohan, tell me, don’t be shy.” he urged.  

     “Well, here.” Gohan sat up, then  turned his body  so that his 

face was

level with Trunks’ hard member, and stretched out on his back.  “Now,” 

he

said, a sly grin spreading over his handsome face, “you do this,” he 

reached

for Trunks, trying to roll his lover on top of him, and Trunks 

complied,

finally understanding what was happening when Gohan’s erection brushed

against the end of his nose,  “and then I do this.” Gohan purred, 

before

wrapping his lips around Trunks’ straining member, pulling on Trunks’ 

hips

and raising his head until his lips hit the base of Trunks’ cock.  

     “Nnn...Uhhh....Gohan!” Trunks cried, trembling as Gohan worked his

arousal mercilessly.  He let out another strangled cry before gripping

Gohan’s shaft tightly in one hand, and taking Gohan’s arousal into his

mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could.  A choked cry came from 

Gohan, and

his hips shot up instinctively, driving his length into Trunk’s mouth. 

Trunks quickly pulled his head back, and used  his other hand to keep

Gohan’s hips still.  He moaned softly around Gohan’s length as his 

young

lover began to quicken his movements, and he followed suit.  Trunks

desperately tried to keep from thrusting his hips as Gohan’s warm, wet 

mouth

slid up and down his length, and Trunks cried out as he came, the 

sounds

muffled by his lover’s arousal.   Seconds later, Gohan’s answering cry 

was

heard, as Trunks swallowed Gohan’s essence.

     Trunks quickly rolled off his lover, righting himself so that he 

could

pull Gohan into his arms.  They lay entwined for several minutes, 

breathing

heavily, their hearts pounding.  

     “Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?” Trunks demanded 

after

a few minutes.  

     “Well,” Gohan began.

     “Yeah, well?” Trunks asked impatiently.

     “You remember when my dad got the heart virus, when you first came

here, and we took him to Master Roshi’s so that the androids wouldn’t 

find

him?”

     “Yeah....” Trunks prompted.

     “Well, you know how my mom was still trying to get me to study, 

even

with all this crap going on, right?  Well, Master Roshi thought it 

would be

a good idea for me to have a few things to study other than boring old

textbooks, so he kind of...umm...you know, slipped a few of his old 

hentai

magazines into my schoolbooks.”  He said shyly.

     Trunks stared at Gohan, wide eyed, for almost a full minute, then 

burst

out laughing.  “Yeah, that figures, leave it to Master Roshi to corrupt 

an

11 year old.” he smirked.

    “Hey!” Gohan said, smiling, “he didn’t corrupt me, he just....gave 

me

some new subjects to study.”  

    “Damn!” Trunks said as he began to nuzzle Gohan’s neck, “it’s 

amazing

what you can learn from books,  of course, now I understand why you had 

your

nose buried in those books so much.”  He chuckled.

     Gohan moaned softly as Trunks continued to kiss and nuzzle his 

neck,

tracing swirls across his chest, before gently rolling a pebbled nipple

between thumb and forefinger.  

     “You want some more?” Trunks purred, as he slid a hand down to 

caress

Gohan’s member, which was quickly hardening again.  

     “Mmmhmmm, uhhh!” Gohan bucked his hips as Trunks began to slide 

his

hand up and down Gohan’s  length, raking his teeth up and down the 

teen’s

neck, nipping softly.  

     Trunks pulled Gohan into his arms and rolled Gohan was on top of 

him,

moaning softly as he wrapped his legs around his young lover’s waist.  

Gohan rocked his hips, and both of them cried out as their erections 

were

trapped between them, rubbing together.  Gohan’s head swooped down, and 

he

claimed Trunks’ lips in a deep kiss, wrenching a low moan from him, as 

Gohan

reached a hand out to grab the tube of lubricant. 

     “Who’s gonna go first?” Gohan broke the kiss and asked softy, 

holding

up the tube for Trunks to see.   

     “Well,” Trunks said, a sly smile on his face, “you’re already 

there,

you go first.” he said as he bucked his hips, eliciting a strangled 

groan

from Gohan.

     “Are...are you sure?” Gohan whispered as he looked down at him, 

his

expression one of apprehension.  

     “Yeah, I’m sure.” Trunks assured him, taking the tube of lubricant 

and

squeezing some onto his fingers.  He reached between them to wrap his 

hand

around Gohan’s length, smiling as the teen gasped and trembled at the 

touch,

he began to move his hand up and down,  spreading the lubricant over 

Gohan’s

shaft.  “O.K., that should do it” he said quietly.

     “Umm, Trunks, are you really mmpphh!” Gohan’s protest was silenced 

as

Trunks reached up, grabbed the sides of his face, and pulled Gohan down 

to

deliver a bruising kiss.  

     “Just do it!” Trunks growled, almost glaring at him.  “Please 

Gohan,

I’ve waited too long for this!” he pleaded, his expression softening.  

     “O.K., here goes.” Gohan whispered as he moved down to position 

himself

at Trunks’ entrance.  Both of them cried out as Gohan began to push 

himself

into his lover.  Trunks shuddered, then began to writhe beneath him.

     “Trunks...” Gohan groaned. “you O.K.?” 

     “Ahh....uhhh, it burns!” Trunks gasped.

     “I’m gonna stop.” Gohan said.

     “NO!” Trunks shouted, “Don’t you dare!  Keep going.” he panted.

     “But Trunks,” Gohan ground out, trembling, “I.....don’t..want 

to...hurt

you!” he cried out as Trunks wrapped his arms and legs around him 

tightly.

     “I’m O.K., keep going.  I’ll get used to it.” Trunks whispered. 

“Please?  Don’t stop Gohan.” 

     Both of them moaned as Gohan slid his full length into Trunks, 

Gohan

nuzzling Trunks’ neck, Trunks fisting his hands in Gohan’s unruly black

hair.  Gohan was trying to stay still and give Trunks time to adjust to 

the

invasion, and he shook violently with the effort, using every ounce of

willpower he had to keep himself from slamming his length into the

exquisitely tight heat. 

      After a few moments, Trunks began to rock his hips gently. “I’m

alright Gohan.” He said quietly,  “Do it.” he raised his head slightly 

to

kiss and nip Gohan’s shoulder.  

     “You’re so tight.....it feels so...so good..uhhh.” Gohan panted, 

not

quite ready to move, for fear it would be over too soon.  

     “Gohan, please!” Trunks cried, bucking his hips, eager to feel his

lover moving inside him.  

     “I can’t!” Gohan almost sobbed. “You’re so...so hot..I..I’m gonna 

cum

if I move.” 

      “If you won’t do it then I will!” Trunks snarled, rolling them 

over

until he was straddling Gohan, with his length still buried inside him.  

He

braced his hands on Gohan’s chest, and began slowly raising his hips, 

until

only a couple of inches of Gohan’s shaft remained inside him, and 

slowly

lowered himself, taking his lover’s throbbing arousal all the way back 

in. 

He gasped as the pain faded, to be replaced by intense pleasure.   

Gohan

moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Trunks began to pick up 

the

pace.  Trunks began to arch back, and suddenly shouted, body quivering,

white spots dancing before his eyes as Gohan’s arousal brushed 

something

inside him, something that felt incredible.  He began to ride Gohan

frenziedly, keeping his body arched and crying out sharply every time 

Gohan

hit his prostate.  Gohan began to buck wildly beneath him, eyes 

clenched

shut, face flushed with passion, shouting hoarsely. 

     Trunks reached down and began stroking his own shaft as he rode 

Gohan,

crying out his lover’s name, as Gohan reached up to grip his hips 

tightly,

pulling Trunks down forcefully onto his member, shaking violently as he

rapidly approached completion. 

     “Uhhh, Trunks!  Oh..uh....I ..I’m gonna..” Gohan panted.  

     “Yeah...me too..” Trunks groaned.     

     They screamed out their release in unison, backs arched, heads 

flung

back, bodies shuddering.  Trunks’ seed sprayed into the air, dropping 

back

down to hit Gohan’s chest, as Gohan’s was shot deep into Trunks’ body.   

     Trunks slowly rolled them over so they were laying side by side, 

arms

and legs wrapped around each other, and kissed his lover tenderly.  

“Thank

you.” he said quietly, “That was amazing.  I always hoped my first time

would be with you.” 

    “I wanted the same thing,” Gohan whispered. “I just thought when 

you

went back, that I would never get to...” his sentence was cut short as

Trunks claimed his lips again.

    “I’m here now, and I’ll always be here for you.” Trunks promised,

pulling Gohan closer to him. 

     After a few moments, Gohan said. “Next time you get to be on top.” 

    “But I just was.” Trunks teased.

    “No you know what I mean, I want you inside me.” Gohan said 

quietly. 

    Trunks kissed him softly. “Whenever you’re ready.” he whispered. 

    “O.K.,” Gohan said, his face breaking out into a bright smile, “how 

does

10 minutes sound?” 

    Trunks gaped at Gohan, then chuckled. “You might be ready, but I 

don’t

think I will be.” 

    “Oh yes you will.” Gohan promised, an evil smile spreading across 

his

face, before he seized Trunks’ lips in a searing kiss.  

TBC..............