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As Gohan wrapped his arms around the smaller body he fixed the here and now in his memories. Like a photograph he wanted a perfect snapshot of this place and moment and time. Enclosed in sheets both demi saiyans lay nestled together in a mutual pool of warmth. If Gohan leaned his nose close enough to Trunks's lavender hair he could smell the clean scent of the younger mingled with a musk of sweat. Under his fingers he felt silky, soft hair that he couldn’t get enough of touching. He wished the moment here could last forever and properly recorded in his memories it would and could.

Eyes framed with long lavender lashes were still closed. He could hear the soft in and out of Trunks's gentle breathing and feel it pulsing against his cheek. Certain his own heart was pounding a mile a minute, Gohan inhaled of the other’s scent and shifted their positions so the younger demi saiyan could press his ear to his chest and slumber a bit longer.

When the day had begun he hadn’t thought it would come to this, except in a remote fantasy tucked into the corner of his mind. No, he was the hero to whom the future was entrusted, so he couldn’t afford to get too close. Yet in doing so, he was ensuring the future no matter what happened for his younger partner. Both of them had so much in common it seemed like a natural progression. Nevertheless, a pang of fear shadowed Gohan’s happiness. Was he only adding to the potential emotional burdens if he himself were to die tomorrow? Could he be selfish enough to risk breaking a young heart further by opening his up to love?

The combined body heat cocooned them with its warmth. More than enough to overcome the coldness of the hell around them. Wanting to protect this tiny pocket of warmth, which was too rare in the world, Gohan felt a hardening in his resolve, a potential liability now had become a source of strength.

He could still smell the hint of seawater clinging to the delicate skin of Trunks’s neck, taking him to earlier that day. Across the waves sunlight sparkled like it would through glass prisms but shifted constantly instead of forever frozen. Sand ground gritty between their toes during the walk down towards the advancing and receding waves each leaving a dark path of sand in their wake. Trunks's lavender hair swished in the quickening marine breeze, thickly on the air the smell of the ocean hung.

“It's great to smell the air here,” Trunks proclaimed as he dug his toes into wet sand.

“That’s right,” Gohan replied, striding up behind him so he could reach out and touch the boy’s shoulder. Over both sets of toes a chilly sheet of water lapped. Under the soles of his feet Gohan could feel the sand sink a bit, so he automatically reached out, grabbed Trunks's shoulder and steadied him.

Cobalt eyes flickered around in the young face turned partly towards his, then turned around so they faced one another. “Sensei?” he asked.

“Today, it's just Gohan san, Trunks kun,” the half saiyan corrected him. He could see the temporary widening in his student’s eyes.

“Not even sempai?” joked Trunks with a slight laugh. Both his hands came to rest on his mentor’s forearms.

Amused smile plastered on his face Gohan chuckled, “Nope, no school here.”

Maybe it was a smile between them or a gleam in the eye, but Trunks reaching for his hand, dragging him out to run in the surf sparked something in the demi saiyan’s chest. Trunks looked so happy and innocent instead of weighed down with the evil in the world that it compelled him to follow without question even without a physical camera he could make pictures of each moment. The androids couldn’t destroy memories in the same way as physical objects. Even if they did shatter dreams.

So, he was creating new ones for his young companion.

Soon his orange gi as well as Trunks's t-shirt and jeans were drenched and sticking to their bodies in odd ways. Standing for a long moment if silence he noticed two things. One, Trunks stared at him with a curious look in his eyes. Two, he felt blood rushing to his cheeks and nether regions. An inevitable force drew them together in a firm embrace.

Having that young slender yet maturing body pressed to his was too great of a temptation. Then, as he drew back he saw Trunks's head moving in till it was a blur. A small soft set of lips sealed off his shock and he was lost. Automatically his arms clenched the teen to him so the kiss wouldn’t end. Desire and empty loneliness were filled in the moment they realized how they completed one another.

At last surfacing for air he had murmured, “Trunks…”

“Gohan,” Trunks whispered back, his blue eyes gleaming beneath the veil of his lashes. Not sensei but equal. Gohan then flew them away to keep the moment alive like cupping a spark.

All the whys were thrust aside once they came to the room and looked at one another for long stretches just staring. Few words were said except, “Do you know what we are getting into?”

Trunks had answered, “Yes, I do but I don’t want either of us to feel empty any more…”

Gohan caressed warm baby soft skin and claimed Trunks’s young lips for his own. Falling into a long series of kisses they caressed and explored under each other's clothes. Then, fallen together with the promise of more to come.

Which brought them to this space of time. Whatever Trunks's answer would be when he awakened Gohan knew it would be what the other needed to hear.