To Love the One You Love, Chapter #05
Summary: Videl dies and Gohan is torn between his feelings for his deceased wife and the young man helping him in moving on with his life.
The fragile state of their relationship rested in their minds heavily the next few days. Occasionally they would watch each other. They sat on the porch together and talked about minor things, but never the kiss. They skirted away from the subject.
Gohan came downstairs dressed to go to the dinner with Trunks on Sunday and found the younger man watching him with a box in hand.
“Well?”
“There is something missing.” Trunks said softly, his eyes sparkled a little, a hint of mischief in the bright blue orbs.
“What?”
“This” Trunks opened up the box and showed Gohan the simple white rose boutonniere. He pinned it onto Gohan’s suit coat. Gohan saw the second boutonniere and took it from the box, doing the same thing for Trunks. He paused, one hand still on the pins as he looked at Trunks.
The younger man looked more serious now. Gohan leaned the short distance and faintly brushed his lips over Trunks’ before letting go of the pins and stepping back. Trunks looked at him a moment, a small smile flitted onto his face.
“Where is Pan?”
“She’s already over at ChiChi-san’s.”
“Okay, then lets go, shall we?” Gohan smiled a bit and offered his arm to Trunks.
“Hai, lets go.” Trunks accepted the offered arm and together they went out to the waiting Capsule Corp limo.
***
“Mr. Briefs, and who is your guest?” the Prime minister looked at Gohan curiously.
“This is my close friend Gohan Son.”
“Ah! Professor Son!” The Prime minister exclaimed.
“You’ve…ah, heard of me?” Gohan made a slightly nervous sound.
“Well…I was somewhat involved with the investigation of your wife’s death, or haven’t you heard anything?” The Prime minister motioned for them to sit.
“What? Have there been any developments?” Gohan asked. Trunks felt him get tense.
“Well, as you know it seemed to be linked to the recent rash of murders out in the country. But when we found the man accused..he was already dead.” The Prime Minister paused. “His name was Koji Meljin.”
“He was a classmate in high school.” Gohan said softly.
“Hai, we noted that, it seemed that he was out to ruin many lives after yours. There was a list of people, your name was under your wife’s.”
“You mean…he would have come for me next?”
“It appears that way.”
Trunks patted Gohan’s arm gently. Gohan looked at him, his eyes weary. The Prime Minister decided he wasn’t needed any more and excused himself. Gohan let out a heavy sigh.
“We can go if you want.”
“No, lets stay for a while Trunks, for appearances, besides, I’m okay, at least now I know who did it, my mind is more at peace.”
***
“Why didn’t you bring a woman with you Mr. Briefs? You could be out there dancing too.” The small Chinese looking man asked.
“I didn’t want to…Mr. Son is a close friend of mine…” Trunks glanced at Gohan who seemed to be bored out of his skull.
The Chinese man looked at them both a moment. “Why don’t you dance with him then?”
Trunks’ eyes widened a great deal and his face flushed some. Gohan had a similar look on his face.
“Just a suggestion, we’ve seen more disturbing things in the past.” The Chinese man smiled and moved on to another group of people.
Trunks caught Gohan’s glance. “Do you want to?”
“Think we could maybe go to the balcony, I mean….”
“Sure Gohan.”
Trunks took his hand and lead him out onto the darkened balcony. Gohan turned to face him, together they started to feel the music, it moved inside them softly. Getting closer together they put their arms around each other. Gohan pulled Trunks close, leaning his forehead against the younger man’s. After a few minutes he tilted his head and brushed petal soft lips to Trunks’.
“Why don’t we just go home, I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to think about Videl being gone.”
Trunks read a bit into Gohan’s words, hoping he was right. He loved the older man so much, he just hoped that it wasn’t to late for Gohan to love him too.
***
Gohan tossed his coat over the side of the couch and loosened his tie, Trunks followed suit and both sat down on the couch. A little bit of an awkward silence fell. Gohan found the remote and turned on the television, slowly flicking through the channels. He looked at the pay-per-views and found a movie he wanted to watch.
“Trunks, you want to watch this?” He said gesturing at the tv.
“I guess,” Trunks shrugged. “I could finish that massage I promised a while back.”
“Well, I’ll lay on the floor and the movie can play, and you can give me the massage.”
“I guess that will work.” Trunks removed his tie and rolled up his shirt sleeves while Gohan paid for the movie. “You’ll have to take off your tie, and your shirt.”
Gohan raised an eyebrow. “How about you take them off.” He murmured feeling somewhat bold.
Trunks’ face reddened a little. “Maybe I will.” He managed to reply. He leaned towards Gohan and hooked a finger through the loose tie, pulling the older man forward and laying a kiss on his lips.
“I love you Gohan.” He murmured softly. He brushed his lips along Gohan’s jaw and brought his focus back to removing the tie. Once the piece of silk was off he started to unbutton the white cotton shirt, a pair of hands started to help him. Trunks sat back and watched Gohan remove his shirt, his muscles shifting and rippling under his tanned skin.
Gohan moved and lay down on the floor in front of the television, he took a pillow from the couch and lay his chin on it, his arms around it as well. Trunks moved over beside him and lay his hands on Gohan’s back, he could feel muscles shift under his fingers. He started to rub the muscles, searching out knotted muscles and stiff spots.
He heard a purr from Gohan, the elder demi-saiya-jin had his eyes half closed, a smile played on his lips. The movie was playing softly, neither paid any attention to it though. Trunks’ hands slid down closer to his waistband, still working at the skin with capable fingers.
Gohan felt himself relaxing under Trunks’ ministrations. His muscles loosened, he felt more relaxed then he had felt in several weeks. Trunks’ fingers moved lower, continuing their patter on his back. `Magic fingers’ Gohan thought to himself.
He wanted to kiss the younger man, he wanted to twist his fingers in the soft lavender hair. His mind wandered to some other things that he found himself wanting to do to Trunks, the thoughts made him blush a bit, something he couldn’t recall doing for a very long time.
Trunks felt Gohan shift under his hands. He sat back as the raven haired man rolled over and looked at him. His black eyes smoked a little lustfully as they ran over the body in front of him. Hands reached out and started to unbutton the ivory coloured shirt.
Gohan sat up, he kissed Trunks lightly, his lips moving on along the smooth jaw, slowly starting down the milky skinned neck. As he unbuttoned the shirt he placed light kisses on the revealed skin. The shirt started to slip off Trunks’ shoulders. Once completely unbuttoned it fell to the floor.
Gohan slid his hands around the slim waist and lay back on the ground, pulling Trunks down on top of him. Their mouths met in a hungry clash, each wanting to taste the other. Gohan’s tongue touched Trunks’ lower lip, tracing the skin lightly. Trunks opened his mouth, his own tongue touching Gohan’s. Mouths met again, this time each exploring the warmth of the other’s mouth.
Cinnamon, Trunks found Gohan’s mouth tasted like cinnamon. Trunks broke the kiss, only to bury his face in the crook of Gohan’s neck. He sucked on the skin lightly, something tugged in the back of his mind, he thought there was something he should do but he couldn’t think of what.
A pain invaded his mind. He felt something on his own neck, Gohan’s mouth, sucking gently, licking the sore spot on his neck. Trunks nipped at Gohan’s neck lightly, toying with a thought. He felt Gohan’s teeth graze the spot on his neck and he decided.
Gohan’s breath caught as he bit into the taunt skin. The coppery flavoured blood had a sweetness to it. Trunks drank it as if it were water he had thirsted for. Gently he lapped at the punctures, cleaning up the leftover blood. He brought his head up and looked at Gohan, the older man leaned forward and kissed him gently.
Trunks lay his head down on Gohan’s chest, feeling comforted by the arms wrapped around him securely.
“I love you too” Gohan murmured softly. Trunks snuggled against him even closer, his eyes closed now. Both of them fell asleep.
Gohan woke, he didn’t open his eyes at first. He could feel someone laying on him. He slowly opened his eyes, lavender hair was strewn over his chest, eyes he knew where crystal blue where closed in peaceful sleep. It was dark outside, though the television was casting a glow around the room. Gohan gently ran a finger over the smooth cheek that was not against his chest. His fingers twisted a few strands of lavender hair, feeling the silky strands on his skin.
Trunks stirred, his eyes blinking open. “What time is it?” He said softly.
“I don’t know, I just woke myself.”
Trunks shifted himself so that his bare chest was on Gohan’s, he gently caressed Gohan’s cheek with his hand. Gohan reached up and took Trunks’ face in his hands, pulling it down to kiss gently. Trunks deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting Gohan’s mouth again. Gohan let a soft moan escape him. Trunks pulled back, he moved again, this time sitting on Gohan’s legs. He ran his hands down Gohan’s chest.
“Gohan…” Trunks started but didn’t finish, he couldn’t. Gohan had rolled him over and was now pinning him to the ground. His kisses travelling down Trunks’ neck. Trunks’ hands found their way into Gohan’s short black spikes. Gohan’s kisses continued lower, Trunks groaned softly as his nipples where teased lightly. He felt a hand start to unbuckle his belt. Trunks let his hands drift down. Gohan stopped what he was doing. His black eyes made Trunks freeze.
“Don’t move…” Gohan breathed. His fingers brushed Trunks’ cheek again. He gave Trunks a rough kiss then returned his attention back to the belt.
Trunks couldn’t help a shiver as his pants where pulled off. Gohan slipped a finger under the waistband of Trunks’ boxers. Trunks found black eyes on his own, staying there as the flimsy silk was removed from his body, leaving him bare as the day of his birth.
Gohan was a little hesitant. Trunks sat up, he understood. He kissed Gohan gently, slowly leading on to other things.
Later they lay together, panting softly as they tried to catch their breath. Gohan ran his fingers through Trunks’ hair. Each randomly lay soft kisses on the other’s exposed skin. Trunks withdrew from Gohan with reluctance, the warmth was inviting, but he found himself being pulled into the man’s lap and cuddled close.
“I think…” Gohan paused and lay a kiss on Trunks’ neck. “We need a shower.” He finished.
“You are right.” Trunks murmured. Gohan shifted a little, his frown saying he was a little uncomfortable. Trunks couldn’t help smiling a little. “You wanted it rough Koi.” He said softly, he turned around in Gohan’s lap and gave him a kiss.
Gohan didn’t respond except to deepen the kiss some. Some how they made it through the shower, making love again under the hot spray. Trunks curled up against Gohan in the large bed, the older demi-saiya-jin held the younger close. Enjoying the scent of his new mate. Trunks yawned, and buried his face in the pillow which happened to smell like Gohan. Both sighed in contentment and soon where asleep again.
