Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

As Gohan concluded his lecture, he glanced around the classroom to see if there were any questions. Blank faces stared back at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, mentally wondering if his students had heard a word of his speech. He had been teaching at Orange Star University for only two and a half years and already he was considering quitting. After growing accustomed to the hours of a high school, he was still having difficulties adjusting to the late afternoon classes he’d been assigned to instruct at the college.

Gohan sighed again. History could be such a bore at times. Especially when you’re obligated to teach the same thing over and over again. “Any questions?”

The class remained silent. Then, a lonely hand went up at the top row of the classroom. “Um, Professor Son? Can we…go now…?”

Glancing at the clock on the wall behind him, he saw that there were still a few minutes left. But even he was starting to grow restless. It was Friday and he had no classes scheduled to teach the next day. Finally, he could relax and not have to worry about insubordinate little college students for an entire weekend.

“Professor Son?”

The quiet call snatched him away from his thoughts and he shook his head, a somewhat regretful smile on his face. “I’m sorry, but there is still time left and I can’t dismiss you until the bell has sounded.”

A collective groan emitted from the mass of students and Gohan couldn't help but smirk. Their small moment of suffering seemed like revenge for all the time he’d spent on campus–all the extra time when those brats were nowhere to be found–when he would have rather been at home, cuddled up on the couch with his corporate lover.

Only mere seconds later, there was a short knock on the door. Gohan furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who could have possibly wanted to interrupt the class when it was almost over. The dark-haired demi took a step toward the door, but it was needless, as the door opened, revealing a casually dressed Capsule Corporation President.

Gohan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Trunks? What are you doing here?”

“To see you, why else?”

At the sound of his smooth voice, several girls giggled and whispered to each other childishly. Trunks spared them a glance, mostly for his own amusement, and they squealed in delight. One cheeky student jotted down her phone number on a slip of paper and hurled it at him, knowing that he’d catch it. Reflexively, his hand went up, and his fingers curled around ball of paper. He uncrumpled it and pretended to look at it, smiled in the girl’s direction and pocketed the small piece of paper.

The red-haired girl fluttered thick lashes at him. He chuckled quietly to himself and turned to Gohan, silently wondering why girls even tried anymore. After announcing his relationship with Gohan almost a year ago, one would think they would give up. Oddly enough, they just seemed to try even harder.

“Why are you still here?” Trunks asked softly. “We have somewhere to be, remember?”

“Yes, I do. But class isn't over yet.”

“To hell with class. What about me?”

Gohan grinned at the pouty look on his lover’s face. “I’m sorry, love, but it’s only a few more minutes.”

“I can’t wait that long.” The fair-haired demi turned to the class. “Get out, now,” he ordered sharply, before turning back to smirk at Gohan.

The sound of students gathering their things was heard. Gohan glared at Trunks but directed his statement at the class. “Everyone sit down. No one leaves until the bell rings.”

“Aww, Go-chan, come on…” he purred, walking behind the dark-haired professor and slipping his arms around his neck. He put his mouth to Gohan’s ear, his breath tickling the other’s flesh, “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Gohan’s cheeks burned at his throaty voice. He felt one of Trunks’s hands slowly slide down his clothed bicep, then glide over his side, across and down his muscled abdomen to grab his steadily hardening cock. Gohan yelped in surprise and turned around to face the man bent on torturing him.

Trunks grinned playfully at him. “You know, I’d advise you to let them leave now, unless you want them to see you get fucked right here on your desk.”

Wide ebony eyes met with mischievous cerulean ones. Gohan’s jaws were still struggling to respond to the blatant remark, when the shrill bell sounded, signaling the end of class.

No one moved.

Trunks glanced at the pupils still seated in their desks. “You can go now,” he said with an arched eyebrow.

Still, no one moved.

The Saiya-jin prince laughed to himself. “It looks as though you’re teaching a class full of hentais. So, what do you say we give them a show?”

Gohan’s eyes widened to an even larger size and his entire face now burned with embarrassment. “What?!” he sputtered with incredulity. “Trunks, what do you think you’re–”

The lavender-haired demi silenced him with a passionate kiss, his tongue running across the soft, pink flesh of Gohan’s lips. He forced himself into his lover’s mouth, demanding a reaction. As Trunks explored the warm cavern, he lifted his hand to press against the back of Gohan’s head, urging him to deepen the kiss.

Gohan moaned softly as their tongues fought for dominance, the probing organs dancing with a sensual rhythm. Trunks lightly skimmed his free hand up Gohan’s suit to rest on his shoulders. He pushed his mate onto the wooden desk and leaned over him, pushing their hips against each other, pressing their arousals together. Trunks slowly threw his head back and groaned his pleasure to the ceiling, knowing what a rise he would get out of his usually stoic lover. “Oh, Kami…Trunks…we-we can’t do this here…” Gohan said between ragged breaths.

The only response he received was an amused smirk as Trunks turned lust-filled eyes on him. He reached out and pulled Gohan up to him, placing light kisses over his heated face. At the same time he tugged off the brown jacket and loosened his tie, tossing both articles of clothing to the floor. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of the white shirt with ease but fumbled with the third. Growling in frustration and anticipation, he ripped the shirt away from Gohan’s torso and threw it behind him.

The students watched attentively as the president of Capsule Corporation pushed their professor onto the desk again and climbed on top of him. Trunks leaned down to leave a trail of wet kisses along Gohan’s jawbone, the front of his neck, down his heaving chest. He captured one hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Gohan whimpered and gripped the back of Trunks’s shirt, his fingers almost tearing the dark green fabric.

Chuckling softly to himself, Trunks left the pink bud to give the same treatment to the other. A quiet moan escaped Gohan’s lips as Trunks continued the moist path down his washboard abs, stopping at the waistband of his pants. He unbuckled the leather belt and unzipped the slacks with his teeth. As he slid the material down muscled legs, Gohan clumsily kicked off his shoes to allow Trunks to properly discard the garment as he had the others.

Sitting back on his haunches, Trunks admired the proud erection in front of him. Gohan’s breath was heavy as he gazed up at his violet-haired koi, hunger showing plainly in his eyes. “Kami, Trunks, just fuck me now!”

A slow smirk crawled onto Trunks’ features as turned his attention to Gohan’s flushed face. “Beg me.”

“What…?”

“Beg me, Gohan. Beg me and tell me exactly what you want,” he said, his voice deep with desire.

Each pupil in the classroom leaned forward to hear their professor submit to Trunks’s wishes. They watched as Gohan closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the desk, his lips parting to speak, his voice just above a hoarse whisper.

“I want you to fuck me, Trunks. Kami, I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel your hard cock inside of me. I need you to pound into me over and over again until I scream your name. I want you to suck me, make me come until I can’t anymore…I-I need you…” he trailed off and swallowed.

Trunks’s smirk turned into a feral grin. “That’s all I needed to hear, Go-chan.”

Gohan opened his eyes to see a mane of violet duck down over his aching manhood. He felt warm, wet lips envelop him entirely and a soft tongue roughly stroking his length. Biting his lip to contain a loud moan, he arched his back, his fingers grasping fistfuls of lavender hair. Trunks pulled his mouth up, sucking and licking, until his lips touched the tip of Gohan’s erection. His tongue darted out to lick away the bitter beads of precum. Gohan whimpered with need and wriggled his hips as Trunks deep-throated him again. Trunks dragged his nails lightly over Gohan’s heated flesh and rested them firmly on his pelvis, holding Gohan in place.

As Trunks pumped his mouth over his lover’s length, he could feel his own arousal pressing against the confines of his jeans, begging to be tended to. He stared up at Gohan with passion etched into his crystal blue orbs and watched him as his mouth opened to release a strangled cry of pleasure, his spine arched and his head tossed back. Trunks smiled around the hardened organ and laughed quietly, the vibrations causing a shiver to course through Gohan’s body.

Trunks continued his teasing, dragging out Gohan’s blissful torment and eliciting from him moans steadily rising in volume. Working his skilled mouth over Gohan, the grip on his hips loosened and Gohan bucked into his mouth, desperate for release. Trunks moved back and reclaimed his hold on him just as Gohan’s muscles tensed, and he came into his mouth, his seed spilling down Trunks’s throat.

The young prince swallowed enthusiastically and licked his lips as he took them away from Gohan’s now limp shaft. He tenderly stroked the dark-haired demi’s damp skin, down and then up to cup his face in his hands. He pulled Gohan up for an intense kiss before breaking away and staring into his heavy-lidded eyes.

Gohan smiled lazily, one hand drifting down to reach under the hem of Trunks’ shirt, caressing his tanned skin. Trunks closed his eyes and purred at the touch, his unsatisfied desire heightening with every stroke. He roughly pushed Gohan down again and quickly stripped of his restrictive clothing. Vaguely, he heard sounds of appreciation from the class and smirked.

Climbing on top of Gohan once more, he positioned his arousal against the other’s entrance. “You said you wanted it hard, right?” he purred, his voice husky.

“Oh, Kami, yes!!”

A primitive glint sparkled in his blue eyes and another feral grin parted his lips before he shoved himself into Gohan fully, ripping a pleasured moan from the older Saiya-jin’s throat. Trunks stayed there for a few moments, his shaft completely engulfed, his breaths coming in gasps. He swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips.

“Unnn…Trunks…” Gohan gasped, his hips twitching around Trunks’s length.

Trunks pulled out achingly slow, then thrust back into him. Both men moaned in pained delight as Trunks repeated the action several more times. Gohan bucked his hips, meeting Trunks’s every plunge. The ebony-eyed demi felt his length grow harder with every thrust and whimpered as his need was ignored. He reached with one of his hands to stroke himself but was stopped by a firm grip. Trunks forced both of Gohan’s hands above his head, holding his wrists down with one hand. The other was used to brush over Gohan’s erection teasingly.

“T-Tru…nks…please…”

Gohan thrust his hips forward, groaning carnally, as Trunks grazed against the bundle of nerves inside of him. The blue-eyed man leaned down and kissed his lips intimately, positioning himself so that he hit that same spot every time. The sensuous play of lip and tongue was broken when Trunks pulled away to leave biting kisses along his neck. He caressed the bite mark at the nape of Gohan’s neck with his tongue, earning a growl from the man beneath him.

Feeling the walls of muscle around him contract, and realizing his own nearing climax, Trunks drove into Gohan with fervent thrusts. He stroked Gohan’s aching erection, his hand matching the pace of his hips. Gohan bucked desperately against him, grinding himself around Trunks, frantically trying to gain completion. Trunks was just as eager to satisfy himself, and he plunged harder and faster into Gohan, his fingers harshly stroking his love’s length.

Both men moaned with absolute ecstasy, their backs arching, as they came simultaneously. Gohan sprayed his essence onto Trunks’s stomach and chest and Trunks exploded inside of Gohan’s heated entrance. Their lithe bodies glistened with sweat, and Trunks collapsed onto Gohan, still inside of him, both of them gasping for breath. Trunks’s hold loosened on Gohan’s wrists and his hand came down to touch his love’s cheek.

“Gohan…” Trunks breathed, kissing the other gently and passionately.

The raven-haired professor returned the kiss with just as much affection. He tilted his head to the side, baring his neck as his princely mate nipped at his cooling skin. Smiling softly, he turned his attention to his obviously aroused students.

“Class dismissed.”