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“Wh…what?”

That was one thing he was NOT expecting. Marriage? But he thought that Trunks…

“What did you say?”

Trunks shifted uneasily and cleared his throat. “Wi…will you m-marry me?” It sounded so much more like a plea that time, and Gohan could tell by Trunks’s voice that he was preparing himself for a refusal.

Gohan suddenly became aware that the eyes of every person attending Bulma’s reunion were resting upon himself and Trunks. “You want me to marry you?” A nod.

Trunks felt his stomach flip. Gohan was going to refuse. He could just tell. He went to remove his hand from the larger demi’s but found that he couldn’t. Gohan’s fingers were wrapped tightly around his own.

“C’mon.” Gohan muttered, pulling him to his feet and dragging him inside the CC building, away from observing eyes. He could hear the protests from the audience outside as they both disappeared from sight.

They ended up in a storage room, and Gohan pulled Trunks so that they were facing each other. “You’re serious?”

“About getting married? Of course! I love you more than anything Gohan, ANYTHING and I’m a complete idiot for…”

“Yeah, I know.”

Trunks unconsciously toed the floor with the tip of his shiny shoe. “And I’m sorry…”

Gohan’s lips silenced him.

Trunks was so shocked by this that he let out a sudden gasp of air, making Gohan choke, and completely ruining the sentiment.

Once Gohan had recovered, they were both laughing, partly at the humor of the situation and partly with euphoria over the hopeful repair of their relationship. “So, is that a yes?”

Gohan beamed, and enfolded Trunks onto his arms. “What do you think?” he murmured, before attempting to claim his lover’s lips again.

Both became lost in the other, needing, wanting more of what was being given. Wide hands ran slowly up and down the expanse of Trunks’s back, pressing him closer to the warmth of Gohan’s chest. Trunks’s arms encircled the other’s muscular neck, drawing the head closer so he could have more…

All too soon, they had to break the mutual bond of affection, and not wanting to lose the precious contact, Trunks tucked his head into the comfortable niche under Gohan’s chin. “I love you so much…”

“I love you too.” Soft lips descended, and kissed Trunks’s silken hair. “More than anything else. Thinking about it…I was rather harsh…”

Trunks laughed happily as his agile fingers plucked the ring from its velvet confinement, which still rested in his fingers. “Gimme your hand.” Gohan obediently handed his left appendage over, and watched as Trunks slid the white gold band up his third finger. “It’s got an inscription around the inside…” Gohan took the band off, and inspected the ring.

‘Aishiteru Gohan, always.’

He grinned, and placed the token of love back on his ring finger. “Looks like I’m going to have to buy you one now, ne?”

***

As soon as the pair walked back into the garden, all conversation stilled, and everybody waited expectantly for Gohan’s answer to Trunks’s question.

Gohan merely showed his left hand to all.

Before they knew it, Bulma had her arms around both their necks in a vice grip, and was babbling happily.

“Oh my baby!!” she cooed to Trunks, “how romantic!!!” Trunks turned a lovely shade of pink, which surprisingly complimented his hair rather well. Gohan made a mental note to encourage that color to appear more often.

The pair found themselves pulled around by various people who were attending the party, all asking questions and inspecting the ring. During the hubbub, Trunks managed to catch Goten’s eye, who in turn winked and raised his glass in congratulations.

All was well.

***

Both were laughing happily as Gohan grabbed Trunks’s arm, and pulled them both into their bedroom. Lips met lips, arms surrounded each other’s backs and necks, and chests were pulled together yet maddeningly, they could not get enough of the contact they craved.

Gohan soon found himself without a shirt, and not wanting to be left behind, he quickly stripped Trunks of his own. They moved on to pants, and curses flew as they could not remove the garments fast enough.

Soon enough, both were dressed to the other’s liking, that is to say, completely naked. Gohan’s lips travelled down his lover’s jaw, and would have continued further had not something obstructed his descent.

Trunks cupped Gohan’s chin gently, and raised the dark head so he could see into his lover’s eyes. “Wait a second, I want to get something.” Gohan whimpered as Trunks left the room, complaining over the absence of his lover.

Soon enough he was back, and carrying…a tray of ice? The dish was set upon the bedside cabinet, and Trunks picked up a small cube, which he licked gently.

Gohan groaned at the display Trunks was giving, and reached for him. Quickly, the lavender haired demi popped the cube into his mouth, put his lips to Gohan’s and proceeded to kiss him.

The cube was passed from mouth to mouth, then back again as both men fought for dominance. The sensation of the coldness of the ice, and the heat of Trunks’s tongue was enough to send Gohan crashing over the edge, permitting Trunks to explore his mouth further.

The older man made a grab for the tray, and picking up a cube, ran it down the heated flesh of his lover’s neck, and in small circles down his back. Trunks threw his head back, and Gohan, using the ice Trunks had left on his tongue, licked his throat, causing moan after moan to roll from his lover’s mouth.

When the ice had melted, forcing Gohan to ease up, the smaller demi took some more ice into his mouth, and crushed it with his teeth. Smirking slightly, he pushed the dark haired man down onto his back, gripped the base of his erection, and slid his ice-cold tongue down the length.

Gohan’s reaction was instant. He gripped the sheets tightly within his fists, arched his back and howled in pleasure. Trunks encased the tip with his mouth, sliding the crushed ice all over the head of the penis, causing moan after moan to roll clear from Gohan’s tense throat.

Trunks abandoned his devious task to reach up and kiss Gohan again, passing the ice into his mouth again, which the older demi swallowed.

“I want you within me Gohan.” Trunks whispered heatedly into his lover’s ear, before nipping and licking the lobe. “I want to feel you.”

With a sudden growl of dominance, Gohan complied, and rolled them both over so he was sitting astride the top of Trunks’s thighs. He planted soft kisses up and down the toned stomach but was forced to stop when Trunks snarled at him.

“I need you, NOW!!”

Gently, Gohan pushed his thighs apart, and smirked at a sudden idea. He took one of the cubes into his mouth, and then ran his tongue over his lover’s entrance. Trunks gasped and bucked, pleasure clouding his senses.

Smirking again, Gohan gently pushed two fingers into the lavender haired demi Saiyan, working and teasing him until he was fully prepared. Holding his breath, he slid himself in, at the same time stroking Trunks’s chest and stomach with gentle hands.

Once Gohan was fully sheathed, Trunks sat himself up so he was sitting on the other man’s lap. He wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Gohan’s torso, and rested his head upon the broad shoulder. Gohan in turn tilted his head so it was resting upon Trunks’s and wrapped his strong arms around Trunks’s shoulders. They sat like that until Gohan’s need overcame him, and he began to gently roll his hips.

Their sweat slicked bodies rubbed together, causing both men to moan erotically. Gentle hands stroked Trunks’s arousal, and soon enough, both reached their climax.

They both screamed their pleasure, collapsing on the bed together.

Together…where they belonged.

Complete.