Piccolo’s Decision by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I have never and will not ever make a profit from Dragon Ball Z and any of its merchandise. Akira Toriyama owns all of the rights to Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This story contains YAOI, and obscene language. It is NOT intended for under aged readers.

Author’s Note: Due to the lack of intimate situations in my prior Piccolo/Tram story, I have decided to make this one chock full of Yaoi goodness. That is right; there is no plot –depending on what you think. However, there is a lot of Yaoi action that earns this story an NC-17 warning. So please, please, please, if you are underage do NOT read this!

*****

The sound of the water trickling over the falls did not disturb Piccolo as he meditated. He merely used it to increase his level of attunement with nature. He had started his meditation promptly at dawn, hours before his ritual mate, Tram, had awakened.

Piccolo was determined to get his and Gohan’s training on the way. He had neglected his duties for far too long. He could not continue to be distracted by Tram anymore.

The super Namek was a veritable urn of energy. Several times had he consummated with Piccolo, but his energies had not depleted. He had taken more of Piccolo –even borrowed some of Piccolo’s energy to maintain his during their joining. For two days, they had done nothing but quench their thirsts from the nearby river and rut. On the third, Tram had sensed Piccolo’s exhaustion and had let him be. They had slept long and hard that day, recuperating.

That had happened just the day before, and although Piccolo was still a bit weary, he concentrated on building up his strength.

Picoo.

Piccolo’s eyes snapped open. He had heard Tram’s voice. His blood pumped through his veins at the memory of what they had done together. The recollection made his loins stir to life. He shook his head at his reaction and told Tram mentally, Not now. I am meditating.

Should I come and help you? Tram offered.

Piccolo frowned. He knew what kind of help Tram had in mind.

No, he answered hastily.

Tram conveyed his amusement with a soft chuckle. Piccolo sighed in exasperation. Would it always be this way between them? He was too passionate. Piccolo was starting to think that it was a side effect of Kame’s potion. Either that or something had gone terribly wrong during their ritual bonding. Nevertheless, if that were the case, wouldn’t Nail tell him? He probably would, if he had any real knowledge about the ritual process –other than how to perform it.

Aaaaahhhh…

The husky moan made his ears twitch. Just what was Tram doing?

Picoo…

Was he -? No, he couldn’t be.

Yes…yes…

Tram was –and Piccolo was stunned –pleasing himself!

Picoo…yes…

Piccolo finally lost all of his concentration. Was Tram’s desire so great that he had to resort to self-gratification? The very idea disappointed Piccolo. He felt as if he had let down his mate.

Picoo…Tram reverted to his Namekian tongue and sent Piccolo mental images of what he was doing and what he wanted to do to Piccolo.

Piccolo gasped at Tram’s lurid imagination. Surely, what he had shown him was impossible. He had sent an image of Piccolo being taken by Tram and his clones. That he would even consider doing such an act greatly disturbed Piccolo. One Tram was already overwhelming. Three Trams were dangerous.

Tram’s loud cry announced his release. Piccolo swallowed past the invisible lump in his throat. A lone drop of sweat rolled down his temple. Tram had broken his contact with him once he was sated. His interference had completely disrupted Piccolo’s meditation. It had even left him painfully aroused.

“Damn it, Tram.”

He would get nothing accomplished today. Not while he was in this condition. Unlike humans, Piccolo could not rely on a dip beneath cold water to bring him back to normal. He had to suffer with his erection or seek out his release. There was no way that he was going to show up at Gohan’s with a hard on. Chichi would have a fit, not to mention how embarrassed Piccolo would be having to make excuses for his problem.

He had to return to the cave.

Tram’s chuckle echoed in his mind. It made shivers run up and down his spine. Piccolo frowned and descended to the ground.

Still, he could not help but sink into the water below.

He would return to the cave…in due time.

*****

Tram stared up at the cave’s ceiling. Even though he had just stroked himself to full release, his cock was still as hard as a rock. He did not understand why his body was so aroused. It was almost as if he was in heat.

Poor Picoo. Tram had exhausted him to the point where Piccolo had to leave the cave in order to be free of him. Tram did not blame his mate’s action. The very mood that Tram was in made him dangerous company to be around.

He could not forget how Piccolo had pleaded for him to stop, to let him rest. Tram had stopped, but he had seriously considered forcing him self on Piccolo. Some semblance of his sanity had returned and he had allowed Piccolo to rest for one day. His self-control had been difficult to maintain.

Now Piccolo was awake, and rejuvenated, and nearby.

Tram wanted him.

“No,” he told himself in an effort to curb his desire. “Picoo has had enough. You have had enough.”

His cock swelled in an act of defiance. Tram shot to his feet and stepped out of the cave. His eyes instantly sought out the direction where Piccolo had fled.

Run, Picoo, he warned. Run.

*****

Piccolo inwardly gasped as Tram’s urgent words reached him. He swam to the surface and shivered as the fresh air hit his wet skin.

“Shit!”

He got out of the water and used his ki to dry himself off. He was just about to leave when he felt someone watching him. He looked over his shoulder and was startled as he saw Tram hovering over the waterfall.

“I told you to run, Picoo,” Tram said in an eerily calm voice.

His calmness irritated Piccolo. “I don’t have time for this, Tram. Whatever you have planned you can just forget it.”

“Do you think that I would have warned you if I had any control over it? I have tried, Picoo. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t.”

“You’re a super Namek for crying out loud!” Piccolo snapped. “Are you telling me that you can’t even control-” he darted a glance at the object of their discussion, “-that?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Tram grumbled.

Piccolo took a step back and glowered at him. “I have to see Kame.”

“Now?” Tram asked incredulously.

“Yes, now. Something is seriously wrong with you.”

Tram’s brows knitted together. “How insulting, Picoo.”

“Can you honestly tell me that this sudden behavior of yours is normal?”

“Can you honestly say that you don’t like it?” Tram replied.

Piccolo flushed, and then argued, “That is not the point! We can’t keep doing this!”

“Want to bet?”

“I can’t keep doing it,” Piccolo clarified more firmly.

Tram ignored his remark and licked his lips. Hs eyes feasted on the smaller Namek.

Oh, the things I want to do to you, little dragon.

“No,” Piccolo growled.

Tram saw his determination and laughed. “Do you intend to fight me, Picoo?”

Piccolo did not answer him.

“I do not want to take pleasure in forcing you, but if it does come to that, know that I am sorry. I would rather have you willing than reluctant,” Tram confessed.

Piccolo was shaken by his honesty.

Suddenly, he wanted to touch him. He wanted to soothe the super Namek’s mind. Of course, he wanted Tram, but not when he was like this. Who knew how long his malady would last?

“Go,” Tram ordered him abruptly. “Go to Kame.”

“Tram-”

“Do it now or I will take you right where you stand!”

Piccolo did not hesitate any further. The raw need that powered Tram’s command had been nothing to disregard. The super Namek was at the edge of his restraint.

Piccolo flew away from the tranquil waterfall, leaving Tram behind. He headed for Kame’s lookout tower.

For the first time in his life, he felt eager to see the old Namek.

*****

A private matter. That was what Kame had told Mr. Popo when the protector of Earth had announced that Piccolo was coming.

“It is a private matter, Popo. I don’t think that he’ll appreciate your presence. You know how difficult it is for him to even visit me.”

“I understand, Kame.”

Popo had made him self scarce, and Kame now waited patiently for Piccolo’s arrival.

When the younger Namek appeared and landed, Kame smiled at him and asked, “What brings you here?”

“Knock it off, old man,” Piccolo told him. “You know exactly why I’m here!”

Kame couldn’t help but grin. Piccolo was flustered, that much was certain. Kame reasoned that he had every right to be, considering the gravity of his problem.

“Ah, the ritual bond,” Kame said. “Yes, strong stuff.”

“Why is Tram acting so strange?”

“He has no choice. His compulsion is a result of the ritual bond. He has no power over it, nor will he gain control over it for a very long time.”

Piccolo’s healthy green color paled significantly. “You can’t mean that he’ll…want me all of the time.”

Kame nodded and replied, “Why do you think the Nameks evolved past the ritual bond? It became too strenuous for them.”

Piccolo began to pace. Kame’s information did not suit him. Not one bit.

Kame continued to tell him, “Tram is simply doing what the ritual bond has programmed him to do.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

“To reproduce,” Kame answered.

“W-What?”

“Tram almost lost you to death,” Kame explained. “To ensure that both you and his genes will go on, he will breed with you and continue to do so until a spawn is produced.”

Piccolo halted his pacing and stared at Kame in shock. “He wants to make an offspring, from both of us? Is that even possible?”

“For the ancients, it was. As you know, we are the descendants of dragons,” Kame paused to mutter a Namekian prayer in respect to the ancients. “The dragons were first known to possess the talent of changing their sex to aid in the replenishing of their species. For their second evolution, they mated with same sex partners. By the third evolution, they learned to reproduce asexually. We Nameks are not too far removed from those methods.”

Piccolo frowned. Talking about the particular subject with Kame made him feel uncomfortable. Especially since the old man was smiling at him.

Piccolo mumbled a curse and asked, “Do you find this funny old man?”

“Not at all,” Kame answered. “I am just looking forward to becoming a grandfather.”

Piccolo sweat dropped and yelled, “Well it’s not going to happen!”

“And how are you going to prevent it?”

Piccolo did not know. It was not as if he could hide from Tram. They were linked. Tram could track him down wherever he went.

“I don’t know.”

“There is one way to stop it.”

“I don’t want him dead!” Piccolo said all too quickly.

“That is not what I had in mind, Piccolo. I understand your feelings for him.”

The young Namek blushed. “Well, what is it then?”

“Allow Tram to breed you, then, before the essence of your energies has coalesced, expel it from your body.”

“You mean…”

“It is the only way. Of course, Tram will be upset.”

Piccolo looked stricken with horror. Kame knew that he would take his suggestion hard. The very idea of expelling one’s own reproductive essence was maddening. Piccolo didn’t know if he could do it.

“It will be all right, son,” Kame tried to assure him.

“No,” Piccolo shook his head. “It will never be all right. Not this.”

Kame watched as Piccolo left, his mind still in turmoil. The decision would be made. Whether Piccolo would follow through with it or not remained to be seen.

*****

Tram found him sitting beneath a tree. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be deep in thought. Tram chose not to invade his mind. It was bad enough that he was going to ravage him. Poor Picoo didn’t stand a chance.

When Tram thought of how the demon lord Dabura had almost taken Piccolo from him, his blood boiled with rage. Piccolo claimed that he had no recollection of Dabura, but Tram still remembered the demon’s words. Dabura had implied that he had known Piccolo’s body.

“He is an insatiable thing. I grow hard just thinking about him.”

“Such a nice mouth…”

The bastard.

His unbridled jealousy fueled his ardor. Those many weeks without Piccolo had been a living hell. His heart squeezed painfully at the memory. Nothing would ever come between them. Nothing.

Tram knelt down beside him, carefully not making a sound. He leaned forward and gently kissed Piccolo. Piccolo stirred and opened his eyes.

“Whatever potion Kame gave you, you had better give it to me now because I don’t plan on letting you go this time.”

Piccolo told him dejectedly, “There is no potion.”

“I am sorry to hear that Picoo.”

“Are you?” Piccolo seemed surprised.

“No, not at all,” he grinned.

“Then you want to hurt me,” Piccolo accused.

Another sliver of pain assaulted Tram. “Never, little dragon.”

“You don’t even know why you’re doing this.”

“Does it upset you to know that I do not care?” Tram was busily eyeing the bulge between Piccolo’s thighs and removing his own garments.

Piccolo squirmed uncomfortably at the sight of Tram’s impressive, muscular physique.

“I won’t hurt you, Picoo. I promise. I’ll make it good for you.”

Piccolo’s breath hitched as Tram pulled off Piccolo’s clothes. The cool air touched Piccolo’s naked flesh and he shivered.

“Right here?” he asked.

“Yes.” Tram continued to disrobe him, pulling his shirt off.

Piccolo was completely bare. Tram took a heated look at him and groaned. “So much to play with.”

His words made Piccolo’s face color.

Tram caressed Piccolo’s warmed cheeks and tilted his mate’s head. He claimed Piccolo’s mouth, nibbling on the fullness of his bottom lip. He suckled at the soft flesh and laved at the moistened tip of his tongue as Piccolo’s lips parted.

“Mmmm…” Tram moaned into his mouth. He coaxed Piccolo’s tongue into his oral orifice and let him explore.

He drew his hand down Piccolo’s jaw and throat, feeling the muscles there move. He caressed Piccolo’s pectorals and clung to one of his mate’s hardened nipples. He pinched the little protuberance and swallowed Piccolo’s cry.

He grinned against Piccolo’s lips.

So sweet, he thought.

He rolled the pebble hard nipple and wished that he could touch his little lover everywhere all at once. He wanted Piccolo to feel immense pleasure.

The solution came to him in an instant.

He replicated himself.

When Piccolo saw the two additional Trams, he tried to draw back from the super Namek’s embrace.

“Don’t be afraid, Picoo,” Tram told him.

Tram’s clones eagerly touched the smaller Namek. One of them took Piccolo’s antenna into his hand and gently squeezed it at its base. The other seized Piccolo’s nipple and suckled on it.

Piccolo inhaled sharply and placed a hand on the shoulder of the Tram nearest to him –the one who was mouthing his nipple.

“No,” he protested.

The main Tram, the one in control, caught both of Piccolo’s wrists in his hands. He pinned them up and over Piccolo’s head against the bark of the tree.

“Shhh…” he told him. “Let us pleasure you.”

Before Piccolo could say a word, Tram sealed his mouth with his own. The clones shared a devilish smile and readily teased Piccolo’s over sensitized flesh.

Piccolo’s feeler was rubbed, licked, and given just the right amount of pressure. The clone that tongued his nipple slid his hand down to Piccolo’s bulge and roughly cupped it. The very same clone moved along Piccolo’s thigh until he was mere inches from Piccolo’s turgid package.

He licked the taut flesh just above Piccolo’s cock and felt the younger Namek tremble. A few choice bites there, not enough to break the skin, made Piccolo flinch. The clone licked the hurt away and drew a wet trail up Piccolo’s burgeoning member. His shaft strained within the clone’s hold. A drop of precum glistened on Piccolo’s cock head. The clone wasted no time in capturing it, then greedily probed the tiny slit with his lithe tongue.

Piccolo turned away from Tram’s kisses in an effort to breathe. He had barely caught his breath when the other clone seized his lips and brutally forced his tongue pass them.

Tram watched his duplicates ardently attack the overwhelmed Piccolo. He released Piccolo’s wrists and curled up against his mate. He lovingly nibbled on Piccolo’s earlobe and traced the outer rim of his ear. He saw that his lover’s throat was exposed and he kissed the strong, slender length of it.

Piccolo rewarded his affectionate kisses, seeking out his body. His hand stroked Tram’s flat abs and muscular thighs. Tram groaned and closed his eyes as Piccolo’s fist clenched his rigid tool.

“Not so tight, Picoo,” Tram advised him.

Piccolo loosened his grip and slowly pumped his hand up and down his silken girth. Tram was as hard as marble. He muttered a few Namekian curses and clasped his larger hand around Piccolo’s smaller one. He helped Piccolo stroke his cock, his hips driving the pistoning staff through Piccolo’s warm grasp.

“Yes, Picoo…” he muttered pass clenched teeth. “Faster.”

Piccolo moved his hand along with him, matching his momentum. Tram threw his head back and opened his eyes as coils of desire thrummed deep within his belly. He could feel the quake building up. He was going to come.

The clones sensed it as well, and halted their actions to look at him. Piccolo, free from the dual stimulation, caught Tram’s vulnerable expression just before his climax claimed him. Tram cried out and his cock erupted. His hot release spilled over both his and Piccolo’s hands. The copious amount made the clones lick their lips in anticipation. But, Tram had other plans for his body’s juices.

He continued to pump Piccolo’s fingers over his jerking shaft, getting his cock well lubricated. It was still hard, as if he had not just had an orgasm. When he was satisfied that he was slick enough, he peeled Piccolo’s fingers from his rod and stared them down between Piccolo’s legs. The clones watched excitedly as Tram pressed Piccolo’s cum moistened fingers against the smaller Namek’s shy bud.

“Push them inside Picoo, quickly,” he instructed.

Piccolo hesitantly did as he was told, and blushed with embarrassment as the clones moved on either side of him to get a closer look. He withdrew his fingers in shame and gasped when Tram inserted his own. The wet, long digits plunged in and out of him, stretching as well as lubricating his tender bottom. When Tram had deemed him to be sufficiently lubed, he pulled his fingers free and pulled Piccolo over him. Piccolo, stunned by his sudden action, was wholly unprepared for Tram’s lusty intrusion.

Tram’s arms encircled Piccolo’s waist. The smaller Namek sank his nails into the super Namek’s forearms as he felt the vast fullness of him.

“Tram…” the super Namek’s hard body pressed against his back was enough to make him shiver. Piccolo thought that his heart would leap out of his chest –it was pounding so loud. For a moment, he wondered if Tram could hear it.

Yes, Tram answered and made his cock twitch inside of Piccolo’s distended sheath.

The clones chuckled at Piccolo’s horror filled expression. They had both heard it too.

How stupid of me, he scolded himself. Nameks do possess a keen sense of hearing.

“Among other things,” Tram added and slowly moved within him.

Piccolo emitted a low-pitched moan.

The clones widened Piccolo’s legs as far as they would go, allowing both of them enough room to fit between them. One licked at Piccolo’s utterly engorged entrance while the other hungrily sucked on his cock.

Piccolo gritted his teeth and leaned his head back against Tram’s shoulder. Tram increased his thrusts and whispered into his lover’s ear, “You feel so good, little dragon.”

Piccolo’s heartbeat quickened at his words. He grinded his hips into Tram’s, meeting his every thrust. His wriggling drove Tram deep inside of him. Tram’s cock touched the concealed pleasure spot within Piccolo’s soft chasm. The encounter prompted him to demand an extra dosage of Tram’s vigorous plunges.

More…more, Tram. Please…

Tram gave him what he wanted; concentrating on striking that one place, that Piccolo seemed to get so vocal about.

“Is this what you wanted, Picoo?” Tram asked him in a breathy sigh, continuing to drive mercilessly inside of him.

“I-I don’t…Ooooooohhhhh…”

His moan was an adequate answer. From then on, Tram made finding that special place a challenge for himself. The incentive of his endeavor was hearing Piccolo cry out in pleasure.

His game did not last, for Piccolo’s spasming sheath announced his impending orgasm.

Tram heatedly watched as Piccolo’s cock jerked within his clone’s hand. A generous quantity of Piccolo’s creamy white emission flowed from him. The two clones greedily lapped up the nectar, zealously capturing every drop.

Tram held Piccolo as the effects of the climax caused his body to shake. It had been intense and Piccolo was still riding its mind numbing waves.

Tram kept his trunk firmly implanted in his mate’s body. He enjoyed the clenching and unclenching impulse of Piccolo’s abyss.

Piccolo’s sex, gleaned of its liquid treasure, slowly softened and then rested limply against his stomach. Even when it was flaccid, it was still long and thick. Only Tram’s sex could compare to it. Because of this, Tram thought that they were perfectly suited for each other.

“I think that Picoo has had enough of you two for one day,” Tram said and summoned the clones back into him. He felt their reluctance just before they were absorbed and he laughed.

So even his own clones wanted to fight him rather than leave Piccolo’s delicious, accommodating body.

I am jealous of myself.

It was ridiculous, but true.

Tram made a mental note. Never again would he share Piccolo with his obnoxious clones.

Again, he laughed.

Piccolo turned his weary gaze towards him. Tram roughly kissed him, licking along the roof of his mouth and coaxing his tongue into motion. Piccolo tasted himself on his lips, a discovery that both puzzled and surprised him.

Tram ended the kiss and licked the tip of Piccolo’s nose. “Go to sleep, Picoo.”

Piccolo blinked, struggling to stay awake.

“You need your rest. I will want you again, soon,” Tram stated.

When Piccolo did not comply, Tram rolled over on to his side, taking Piccolo with him until the smaller Namek was curled up beside him, his back to Tram’s chest. The sudden movement dislodged Tram’s shaft form Piccolo’s body. The slight pull that the disentanglement produced made Piccolo groan. Cool air rushed up Piccolo’s sore passage just before it fluttered close.

Tram let Piccolo use his arm as a pillow and once more ordered him to sleep. Piccolo reluctantly gave in to his drowsiness and let slumber claim him.

*****

A light drizzle stirred him from sleep an hour later. He made to move out of Tram’s embrace and collect his clothing, but Tram pulled him back against him. The drizzling ceased, leaving everything covered in small beads of water –including the two Nameks. They were not soaked, as one would expect from an honest down pour. Piccolo suspected that Tram had something to do with it. Common sense told him that it was impossible, but Tram had showed unbelievable power in the past.

Piccolo had to know. “Did you make it stop?”

Tram chuckled and licked a trail of raindrops from Piccolo’s neck. “I cannot control the weather, Picoo.”

Piccolo felt foolish for asking.

“I absorbed the energy from the rain cloud,” Tram revealed.

“You can do that?” Piccolo was stunned.

“Yes. I can absorb energy from anything.”

“Like Goku…” Piccolo thought aloud. Goku could summon up the energy of everything around him and use it in a Spirit Bomb. Piccolo wondered what Tram did with all of his borrowed energy. “What do you use it for?”

“If I am weak, I use it to replenish myself. In this instance, I took it so that I may replenish your energy,” he said.

“W-What?”

“I can share my energy with you, Picoo. I can even take yours. Our link makes it possible.”

There were things about Tram that were still a mystery. It was as if the super Namek himself had evolved past his body’s limits. He had learned to acquire more talents other than those that he had been born with.

“When you are finally ready to use your real powers, I will show you how to do it, little dragon.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Piccolo said.

“Like I said, when you are ready.” He placed his hand over Piccolo’s chest and it began to glow bright yellow.

Piccolo gasped as a rush of power flowed through his system. His whole body was aglow with it. The weariness that had effused his body no longer beleaguered him. Tram halted the transference and nuzzled Piccolo’s neck. “How do you feel?”

“I think that you gave me too much. My heart is racing,” and it was. It felt like he was in the heat of battle. “Purely intentional, I assure you,” he said and slid his hand over Piccolo’s hip then his thigh. He lifted his mate’s leg and arranged it so that Piccolo’s left leg was over Tram’s own. Tram nudged his knee between Piccolo’s thighs and did not hesitate to take him.

Piccolo was surprised by his entry. Never had he thought that Tram would use their awkward position to his advantage. He had believed that copulation in that fashion was unattainable. He saw now his error. Tram clearly could get at him any way he chose to, and this way apparently had its benefits, as Piccolo was learning.

Tram was so solid within him. The position that he was in made his nether orifice a bit tighter, resulting in a snug fit. The familiar sensation of his girth was easily accepted into Piccolo’s taut passage.

Tram gently fed him slow, yet long strokes. The friction that was created in his narrow sheath spurred him to desire. Piccolo could feel every contour of Tram’s thick cock, from the flare of its head, to the large vein that ran up the shaft.

“I want to stay inside of you forever,” Tram told him, thrusting into his warm body.

Piccolo closed his eyes as he realized that he wanted Tram inside of him forever too. His need was unreasonable. It was madness.

Ah, Picoo…how can love be madness?

“Love?” His eyes fluttered open. Had he heard right, had Tram mentioned love? No. He must have been referring to their act, not emotions.

But I do care for you, little dragon, more than life itself. There can be no other explanation for what I feel for you.

“There is,” he said. “It’s called lust.”

Tram fiercely stabbed deeper.

No, his reply was filled with impatience.

Piccolo cried out and arched against him.

Tram slid his hand over Piccolo’s hip and grabbed his length. He tugged on the smooth flesh, eliciting another moan from the smaller Namek.

Think what you will, Picoo, but even you know that no other being could ever satisfy you the way that I can.

Piccolo knew his words to be true. He longed for no other but Tram. That was due to the ritual bond, he supposed. There was no other explanation for it. It made sense that he would not intentionally stray from his mate. The very idea of seeking out another repulsed him.

Tram’s low chuckle filled his ear. Piccolo wished that he would stop listening to his thoughts. It was hard enough trying to think about anything else but him. That was why he had wanted to meditate –to clear his mind of Tram and concentrate on other things. Piccolo saw that his efforts had been in vain. He could not shake Tram’s hold on him, nor did he really want to.

“Tram…” he called out tenderly.

The super Namek darted his tongue into Piccolo’s ear. It sinuously explored every curve of his delicate appendage. Piccolo shuddered and focused on the powerful strokes that encompassed him.

“Oooohhh…” a faint ripple of pleasure fluttered in his stomach.

His cock strained within Tram’s grasp, its tip seeped with precum. Tram rubbed the sticky secretion into Piccolo’s cock, making it shiny and wet. His fist felt less abrasive with the added lubricant.

Piccolo found himself working hard to thrust his cock into Tram’s warm palm and receive Tram’s throbbing member at the same time. He was torn between the two pleasures.

When Tram abruptly stopped moving, Piccolo thought that he would go crazy. Tram’s length –still buried inside of him, pulsed against the strange and highly sensitive spot inside him.

“Why did you stop?” he asked his voice hoarse with passion.

“Move for me, Picoo. Take your pleasure.”

Piccolo did as he was told. Tram’s gasps of delight pressed him on. He focused on directing Tram’s trunk straight to the hidden gland. He discovered that just by contracting his channel, the feat was accomplished. Each contraction led to tingles of sensation through out his core.

Tram released a groan and slid his hand lower to cup Piccolo’s heavy sac. He let his index finger caress the soft expanse of Piccolo’s perineum.

The continuous squeezing technique made by Piccolo’s soft scabbard was enough to make him tremble. He used all of his will not to plow into the recesses of Piccolo’s cavity. Piccolo’s squirming body, however, made it difficult for Tram to remain perfectly still.

“Mmmm…aaah…yes,” he moaned in encouragement. “Faster, little dragon. Faster.”

“Oooohhh…” Piccolo had found just the right pace to give both of them what they wanted. His gland ached with heat garnered from the relentless pummeling of Tram’s hard staff. Desire claimed Piccolo’s body, numbing his mind and taking over his senses. All that he could feel was Tram’s blunt phallus, pushing and pulling at his insides, rubbing him raw.

“Ugh! Aaah!” His overly abused gland produced a current of vibrations that started from his sheath and reverberated through his penis. It claimed his limbs and torso, and finally his mind, paralyzing him with its force. The climax disabled him, making him temporarily blind and deaf to his surroundings. His anal ring fluttered over the base of Tram’s cock. His opening clenched Tram’s tool and immersed it in undulations.

Tram leaned his head back and let out a roar. His cum spewed into Piccolo’s dark depths. The scorching wetness generated Piccolo’s own sizzling release. His seed bathed his strong, pink colored abs and trickled down to the ground beneath him.

“So gooood…” Tram purred and massaged Piccolo’s cum into the smaller Namek’s skin. Piccolo whimpered. Aftershocks still raged through his body.

Tram turned Piccolo’s head towards him and kissed the dazed Namek. “That was very good, Picoo.”

Piccolo had no energy left to speak. His orgasm had left him shivering it had been so strong. His cheeks were flushed with warmth.

Tram disentangled his legs and withdrew from him. Piccolo winced at the slight moment of discomfort.

“Come Picoo. Let us return home,” Tram suggested.

Piccolo pulled on his clothes and watched as Tram did the same.

“We will first go to the river,” Tram said and rose into the air. Piccolo followed him.

*****

When they arrived at the river, which was near the cave, Piccolo drank deeply of the cool water. He heard a splash and watched in surprise as Tram dove beneath the water. After a moment, he broke through the surface, water rolling down his green skin, and told Piccolo, “Come swim with me, little dragon.”

Piccolo narrowed his gaze at him. “Why?”

“Must everything I do have an ulterior motive?” Tram asked. “Will you not trust me?”

“No.”

“Picoo,” Tram shook his head. “I am your mate. If you cannot even trust me…”

He looked disappointed. Piccolo yearned to make him believe that he did trust him, but a tinge of doubt made him stand his ground.

“If I am to go into that water, swimming is the only thing that I will be doing.”

“Whatever you say, Picoo.”

“Nothing else is going to happen,” he continued.

“Are you coming in or not?”

“I’ll come in when I’m good and ready,” Piccolo snapped.

Tram crossed his arms and muttered, “At this rate you’ll be out there all day.”

Piccolo sweat dropped. Tram could be exasperating at times. Piccolo sighed and started removing his clothes. It was no easy task since Tram was staring right at him.

Very nice, Tram complimented him.

Piccolo blushed and hurried into the water. Tram was next to him in an instant. Piccolo saw his intent. It was clearly written in his eyes.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I made no promises,” he grinned wickedly. “You were right to not trust me.”

Before Piccolo could think to getaway, Tram was upon him, his arms ensnaring him. He crushed his lips to Piccolo’s and greedily stole his kisses.

Piccolo’s protests were muffled by Tram’s mouth. In his fury, he had forgotten that he could have conveyed his messages mentally. Because of his absentmindedness, he ended up giving Tram’s tongue access to his.

“Phram, u bashterd!” he yelled into the super Namek’s mouth.

The larger Namek ignored his retort. He slid his hands down to Piccolo’s tight rear and squeezed the taut, shapely cheeks. “Mmmm…”

Something long and hard floated between their bellies. Piccolo stiffened.

“Phit!” the expletive was stifled.

Tram slid his hands lower, palming the backs of Piccolo’s thighs. He held on firmly to the muscular flesh, and lifted Piccolo. Piccolo quickly wrapped his arms around Tram’s neck to prevent his fall. Tram positioned his mate over his flaming erection and forced him down on to it.

Piccolo cried out, his forehead wrinkled with pain. He was still sore from the last time that they had coupled –which had not been too long ago.

Tram rode him hard and fast. He did not even consider Piccolo’s feelings. He took what he wanted and climaxed into Piccolo’s aching body. It was then and only then, that he released Piccolo’s mouth.

Piccolo stood stock still in his embrace. Tram rested his forehead against his, breathing raggedly.

“Don’t hate me, Picoo,” he pleaded hoarsely.

Piccolo gave him a shove. Their bodies parted. Piccolo swam past him, disappeared beneath the water for a moment, and then reappeared at the opposite side of the river.

Tram felt the mental as well as physical distance that he had placed between them.

No.

He would not allow it –not now, not ever. He did not know why, but the same desperation that had driven him to take Piccolo, drove him to reach out to him.

“You cannot hate me for something that I had no control over!”

“Is that your apology?” Piccolo asked him.

Tram was getting furious. There was no reason for him to be, but the fact that Piccolo was upset made him upset too. He knew that he was wrong, but it was hard for him to say so. Super Nameks never apologized for anything. Who would take their threats of destruction seriously if they did?

Tram raised his fist and slammed it into the water, causing a large splash. It did not make him feel any better.

“You said that you love me, but you can’t even apologize for what you did,” Piccolo said. “That proves that what you feel isn’t love, its lust.”

“No! I do care about you! It is just that I cannot stop touching you! I have to –I have to –” he did not know exactly what he had to do, but it involved Piccolo and the task had to be accomplished.

“You don’t even know why you’re behaving this way. Do you even care, Tram?”

No! His mind shamelessly exclaimed. The force of it frightened him. Thankfully, Piccolo had not heard it. Tram still had some control over his body.

“Yes,” he answered, afraid that Piccolo would see through his lie.

“Kame said that you’ve reverted to some ancient form of self preservation. It kicked in when you thought that I had died. Now you are trying to reproduce with me.”

Tram mentally digested Piccolo’s words, and blinked. “That is impossible. Kame is an imbecile!”

“What other explanation is there?”

“That I want you,” Tram offered, “very, very badly.”

Piccolo sighed disparagingly. His antennae drooped a little. He was tired –exhausted really.

Tram saw his weariness and became concerned. “Picoo, maybe you should return to the cave.”

“Why?” his shoulders straightened, and his body stiffened.

“You need to rest,” Tram said. “Go. I will stay here. I promise.”

“You said that I shouldn’t trust you.”

“Only if I do not make any promises, Picoo.”

Piccolo narrowed his gaze at him. “You won’t follow me?”

“No.”

“You’ll stay here?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?” Piccolo inquired.

Tram shrugged and then asked, “How long do you think that you’ll need to sleep?”

“Five hours.”

Tram laughed. “Five hours? You must be joking!”

Piccolo did not crack a smile.

“You’re serious?” his right eye twitched. “But –! I can’t wait that long!”

“You promised,” Piccolo pointed out. “A super Namek like you shouldn’t find the ordeal too difficult.”

“But Picoo –!”

“I’m leaving,” Piccolo walked up the riverbank and used his ki to clothe himself.

“Now?”

“Yes.” He turned his back to him.

Tram expected him to leave right away, but was surprised when Piccolo told him, “I will see you in five hours.”

“Five hours,” Tram repeated dismally.

Piccolo finally left the river and Tram behind. When he was gone, Tram exhaled loudly and sank up to his nose into the water.

Five hours, he thought glumly. I cannot stay here for five hours! Blast my foolish promise!

Sleeping was out of the question. He needed to do something that would distract him from his need, something to relieve the sexual tension that literally raged through him.

“Gohan.”

Yes. He had intended to train the little human with Piccolo, but that now seemed an unlikely scenario. Nevertheless, Gohan would make an excellent outlet for his unspent energy.

Tram left the water and got dressed. Piccolo’s old garments were still on the riverbank. Tram picked them up and breathed deeply of Piccolo’s scent. It was a mistake.

He groaned and forced himself to set the pheromone-induced fabric on fire. It quickly turned to ash and was scattered by the wind.

“Ah, Picoo. If what you said about me is true, I know that our offspring will be perfect and strong.”

Yes. The prospect of making a progeny with Piccolo was looking better by the minute. If Kame believed that conceiving with Piccolo was possible, then it was.

Tram smiled. A little super Namek. Hmm…things were looking up.

*****

“Aaaaghhhh!”

Goku fell out of his chair at the sound of Chichi’s scream. He had been listening to Gohan as he read up on his astronomy. It was boring stuff, as far as Goku was concerned, but Gohan seemed to like it.

“Did you fall asleep again, dad?”

“No, son. I think something has upset your mom.”

“Goku!” Chichi’s persistent cry drew both of them to the living room.

Chichi was clutching a broom to her chest and glaring at a large figure that stood in the doorway. From afar, Goku thought that Chichi’s intruder was Piccolo, but the Namek was too brawny and tall to be Goku’s green friend. Goku soon recognized the unidentified Namekian as the super Namek.

“Can I, uh, help you?” Goku asked.

“I am here to see Gohan.”

“I told you already,” Chichi said, “Gohan is studying! Now go away before my husband has to hurt you!”

“Mom,” Gohan dragged out her name in embarrassment.

“Why do you want to see him?” Goku asked.

“I want to train,” he said.

“With Gohan?” Goku was curious. Why would the Namek want to train with Gohan when he was already powerful enough to defeat anyone he chose to fight?

“Piccolo trains with Gohan,” Goku told him.

Gohan walked past Goku and said, “Its okay dad. I’ve trained with Mr. Tram before.”

“Piccolo allowed it?”

Gohan lowered his gaze and said, “Not exactly.”

“Picoo was not around at the time to say otherwise,” Tram said.

“Picoo?”

“He means Mr. Piccolo,” Gohan clarified.

“Where is Piccolo, anyway?” Goku asked. He found it rather odd that Piccolo had not shown up with the super Namek.

“He is resting.”

“Isn’t it convenient that you’re here to train with Gohan when Piccolo’s resting?” Chichi said in suspicion. “Well I forbid it! He probably wants to kill Gohan!”

The Namek ignored Chichi and told Goku, “It is true that Gohan and I have trained before, but he came to no harm.”

Goku nodded in understanding. Goku knew when a fighter needed to spar. As a Saiyan, he grew bored too quickly when there were no battles to be won. It must be the same for super Nameks, he thought.

“I’ll train with you,” Goku offered.

The Namek gave him a nod and went outside. Gohan hurried to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” his mother stopped him.

“I’m going with dad,” he answered softly.

“Where you are going is to your room, young man.”

“Aw, mom,” Gohan was crestfallen.

“Maybe next time, Gohan,” Goku ruffled his son’s hair as he passed him.

When Goku faced the Namek, he was startled to find that the alien was studying him. Goku supposed that he was sizing him up, but it did not hurt to ask.

“What?”

“Why do you let her tell Gohan what he can or cannot do?”

Goku smiled and answered, “Chichi is the strongest woman on Earth. I wouldn’t dream of arguing with her.”

“The people of Earth are difficult to understand,” Tram muttered.

Goku laughed at his comment. “You’ll get used to us.”

*****

Night had fallen. Piccolo rose to find that Tram had not yet returned to the cave. He wondered what was keeping him. Five hours had come and gone and Piccolo’s internal clock said that Tram had been gone for eight.

Piccolo was tempted to call out to him, but he did not want Tram to think that he was overly concerned. However, the Namek had kept his promise.

Piccolo went out to search for him. He was surprised when he felt Tram’s energy signature coming from the direction of Goku’s house.

“What is he doing over there?”

Piccolo was not waiting to find out. He flew to the area and remained in the shadows of the forest that bordered the Son house. He relaxed when he saw Goku and Tram having a test of wills. They were both using their ki to balance two large boulders in the air over their heads while they sparred. Gohan sat nearby watching.

Piccolo was surprised that Chichi let Gohan stay out so late.

He watched as Tram blocked Goku’s powerful blows. The super Namek was grinning. It was an indication that he was playing with Goku. The Saiyan was no challenge for him. Was that why they had thrown in the boulders? If either of them made one little mistake with the flow of their ki, the boulders could fall and crush them. It was a dangerous game. Tram probably concocted it. Gullible Goku went along with the ploy.

“Idiots,” Piccolo muttered beneath his breath.

“Had enough?” Goku asked.

“Have you?” Tram replied.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Goku suggested.

“You’ve already had several.” Tram pointed out.

“You didn’t complain when Chichi brought you water.” Goku landed him a blow in his side.

“It was a moment of weakness.” Tram said and caught Goku in the stomach with his fist.

Chichi had brought Tram water. Had the world gone crazy while Piccolo was asleep?

“I concede that we should stop for tonight,” Tram was saying.

“Quitting?” Goku taunted.

“No. I merely forgot about the time.” He moved back out of Goku’s reach and easily set the boulder down with his mind.

Goku did the same. “If you ever want to train again, I’ll be here.”

“Me too,” Gohan said.

“Next time, Gohan,” Tram said and looked Piccolo’s way.

Have you been waiting long, Picoo?”

Piccolo hated his perception. He waited until Goku and Gohan were gone before he answered him. “No.”

“Do not lie, little dragon. I felt your presence. Were you worried about me?”

“No.”

“Another lie.”

Piccolo growled.

“Are you…refreshed?” he asked.

Piccolo turned away from him and stalked off into the forest. Tram followed him. “You did not answer me, Picoo.”

“You seem to already know everything, Tram. Why don’t you know if I’m refreshed or not?” Piccolo snapped.

“Such a temper, little dragon,” Tram said. “I wonder what could be causing it.”

Piccolo stopped and looked at him.

“I wonder what other thing could be causing it.”

Piccolo frowned. “You can be a real jerk sometimes.”

Tram scowled. “What is a jerk? I do not like the sound of it. I am not a jerk, Picoo.”

“Now who has the temper?” Piccolo smirked.

Tram crossed his arms and huffed. “I do not understand the people of Earth at all.”

Piccolo hid a smile and walked on with him in silence.

*****

They made a detour to the river. Tram bathed while Piccolo waited standing beneath a tree.

“How old were you when you left Namek?” Piccolo asked him.

“I don’t know. It was so long ago. I forget.”

“You mean you chose to forget.”

“I was a boy. I did not understand why the people that cared about me were sending me away,” Tram said. “Later on, I grew bitter when I realized that they had not cared about me at all. They had feared me.”

“They had good reason to. You are a super Namek. At your age you could have destroyed the entire planet.”

“Maybe I should have,” he snarled.

“Namek was destroyed by an alien named Frieza,” Piccolo informed him.

Tram went still. Piccolo noted his sudden shock.

“It was…it was doomed anyway,” Tram muttered.

Piccolo went on to ask him, “Did you miss your family?”

“I had no family. Not after they sent me away.”

“They?”

“My father…my brothers,” Tram explained.

Piccolo was stunned. Tram had relatives. Was it possible that they were still alive on Neo Namek? Piccolo would have to check with Kame to find out.

Tram stepped out of the water and stared at Piccolo. Piccolo shifted his stance.

“Are you rested, Picoo?”

He gave no answer. Tram did not need one. He was already on Piccolo, kissing and caressing him. He hoped to bury the memories of the past within Piccolo’s embrace.

“You’re the only thing that matters to me, Picoo,” he said and kissed Piccolo’s chin, “the only thing.”

Piccolo wrapped his arms around Tram’s waist and pulled him close. He welcomed Tram’s affection. When Tram began to strip him of his clothes, he made no objection. He was just as eager as Tram was.

The super Namek finally got him undressed and burned a trail of kisses across Piccolo’s chest, then down to his belly. Piccolo trembled as his mouth came perilously close to his erection. He stopped Tram from taking him into his mouth, pulling him back up to receive his ravenous kiss.

Tram was shocked, but stimulated by Piccolo’s demanding behavior.

“Picoo –”

“Now Tram, please,” he begged.

Tram complied with his wishes, entering him in one deep thrust.

Piccolo gasped and threw his head back against the tree. “Yes…”

He slipped a hand down to Tram’s flank, urging him to go deeper. His prompting drove Tram wild with passion. His hips pumped frantically against Piccolo’s lifting him with each stroke.

Tram groaned at the tightness of his warm sheath. Each time he coupled with Piccolo it felt like the first time.

The sight of Piccolo under the influence of desire made him experience a bevy of emotions. All were confusing. They made his eyes burn and his heart pound. It was not an all too uncomfortable feeling.

“Picoo, I…I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Don’t worry about it Tram,” Piccolo told him. “It’ll pass.”

Tram was not certain that it would. Instead, he focused on Piccolo, continuing to claim him.

“Aaah…” Piccolo moaned.

“Raise your arms, Picoo.”

Piccolo did as he was told. He felt a low hanging branch just above him. He held on to it and wrapped his legs around Tram’s waist. Using the branch, he worked himself over Tram’s member. The sensation was unbelievable.

“Tram…”

“Aaaaahhhh!” Tram almost erupted as Piccolo’s channel squeezed him. The perpetual softness of Piccolo’s body made his cock swell.

Piccolo clenched his teeth and shuddered as pleasure rippled through him.

It was easy for him to direct Tram’s length exactly where he wanted it. As a result, the secret spot inside of him was not neglected.

Tram’s smooth plunges speared through him, encountering his sensitive tissue. He seared his insides with his heat, making him cry out.

Piccolo’s fingers crushed the branch as his orgasm ripped through his body. Tram held him stable upon his rigid sex, breathing hard as Piccolo’s inner walls tried to milk him. He cursed in Namekian and gave the smaller Namek three more long thrusts before he came. Piccolo’s shaft spewed his juices on to his and Tram’s stomachs.

Piccolo released the damaged branch. The super Namek crumpled to his knees, still holding his mate.

His seed had made Piccolo’s passage very wet.

“Picoo…” he thrust through the wetness, his cock as hard as ever.

“Ugh…” Piccolo clung to him as he started anew. He was still suffering the effects of their first climax.

Tram bucked into him, his cock twitching and jerking with renewed fervor. Piccolo’s slick interior parted and clung greedily to it. Tram could not get enough of him.

“This feels so good, Picoo…” he whispered huskily, “…so good.”

Piccolo swallowed his cry and explored his lover’s mouth. His tongue accidentally scraped across one of Tram’s fangs, causing him to bleed. Tram tasted his blood and broke the kiss.

“I hurt you,” he said. He would have stopped had Piccolo not told him, “It will heal.”

Piccolo tackled his mouth again, this time being careful. Tram doubled his thrusts, causing both of their bodies to shake with every impact. Piccolo touched him everywhere, increasing his urgency. There was no other option but to let his passion erupt. His cry echoed through the dark forest as he pumped his blistering hot semen into Piccolo.

“Mmmm…” Piccolo moaned into his mouth and slumped against him.

“I don’t think that I will ever tire of you, Picoo,” Tram said.

“It won’t be this way forever,” Piccolo told him.

Tram made a sound of impatience. “Kame is an imbecile.”

“It’s true Tram. You are going through a phase. When its over, things will be back to normal,” Piccolo held him a little tighter.

Tram sensed discord within him. “Is something wrong, Picoo?”

“Hmm?”

“You seem distracted. Did I hurt you again?”

“No,” Piccolo assured him.

Tram relaxed and changed the subject. “I have been thinking, Picoo. You have not yet seen my ship.”

Piccolo laughed. Tram did not know what he found so amusing. Piccolo saw his confusion and told him, “You want to take me there.”

Tram heard the true meaning in Piccolo’s words and grinned. “That too, little dragon.”

Piccolo shook his head at Tram’s one tracked mind. The prospect of seeing the Namekian ship excited him. He disengaged himself from Tram and spent a few minutes in the river cleaning up.

Tram soon joined him, and their trip to the super Namek’s ship was put on hold for at least another hour…

*****

The crater that surrounded the ship was massive, hinting that Tram’s ship had crashed on impact. Tram explained to Piccolo that his ship had been experiencing some problems. He credited old age as being a factor.

When they were inside, Tram checked the ships controls and announced that his ship had made its last voyage.

Piccolo wandered about the ship in fascination. Namekian technology was a bit new to him. He did not know how Tram had operated the ship when he was just a child. From what he saw of the controls, they were difficult to understand.

“My father had left instructions for me in the ship’s memory banks,” Tram explained.

“How considerate of him,” Piccolo said his brow furrowed with anger.

Tram found his resentment amusing. “No harm came to me, Picoo.”

“You were just a child,” he argued.

“You agreed with what they did,” Tram reminded him.

Piccolo crossed his arms and frowned. “So I was wrong.” He looked indignant.

Tram pressed a button on the control panel. A compartment slid open behind of Piccolo and something rose from out of it. Piccolo, startled by the sound, looked behind him.

A bed had appeared. It was large and round. Its frame was made of the same material as the ship. The bed was covered with soft white sheets and an assortment of pillows.

“Don’t be angry, Picoo,” Tram said. “Had they not sent me away, I would have never found you.”

Piccolo started to say something about their chance meeting, but Tram shook his head and told him, “We are destined to be together, little dragon.”

Piccolo blushed in embarrassment. “Don’t say things that you don’t mean.”

“Do you need convincing, Picoo?” he came closer.

Piccolo moved back, his legs encountering the bed. “No! I-I don’t believe that I do.”

“Hmm…you sound unsure,” Tram studied him from head to toe, a familiar look in his eyes.

“Tram,” Piccolo sighed testily.

“Yes, I’m certain of it.” Before Piccolo was aware of what was happening, Tram had him in his arms. He was kissing him, stroking his tongue and laving at Piccolo’s lips.

They tumbled on to the bed, and became a tangle of arms and legs as their desires escalated. As soon as Piccolo had his release, Tram stroked him back to hardness.

When Piccolo thought that he could endure no more, Tram lay before him and said softly, “Take me, Picoo.”

Piccolo’s cock hardened of its own volition. As if in a dream, he watched himself impale his Namekian lover. Tram clenched his teeth at the intrusion and moaned. He cupped Piccolo’s tight buttocks in his hands and pushed down on them while his hips moved forward. His insides clenched on Piccolo’s length. Piccolo gasped at the sensation.

“How does that feel, Picoo?”

Piccolo could barely think, much less speak, but he managed to say, “Good.”

Tram chuckled and kissed Piccolo’s mouth. “It will feel even better when you move.”

Piccolo withdrew a few inches then tentatively shoved his shaft back inside. Tram was so warm, so tight, and so soft.

Tram licked Piccolo’s ear. Piccolo lunged within him.

“That’s it Picoo.”

Piccolo felt Tram’s interior pulsing all around him. It was pure torture. This was what Tram felt each time that he took him –pure unadulterated, pleasurable torture.

“Yes…yes…” Tram uttered.

His vocal approval made Piccolo shudder with need.

“You’re…not…making…this easy,” he said between thrusts.

Tram chuckled and said, “I think that I like making it difficult for you.”

Piccolo groaned and felt his cock jerk inside of him. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his release.

“Don’t fight it, Picoo. I want to feel it,” Tram demanded, “now.”

Tram gave him a determined squeeze. Piccolo shut his eyes and shuddered as he succumbed to it. Tram’s gaze softened as Piccolo’s wet heat filled his body.

When it was over, Piccolo collapsed against him, breathing heavily.

Tram held him, allowing him a moment to recover.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked the bewildered smaller Namek.

Piccolo could not speak. He could not even move. Tram stroked the Namek’s sides and grinned when Piccolo gave a weak sigh.

He rolled Piccolo on to his back and disentangled himself from him. He left the bed and then returned with a damp cloth. He cleaned up Piccolo’s limp organ, caressed Piccolo’s taut stomach. Piccolo looked at him and saw the glint of lust in his eyes.

“Again?” Piccolo asked in disbelief.

Tram smiled and took Piccolo’s flaccid sex into his mouth. Piccolo inhaled sharply and watched as the super Namek swallowed his cock down to its base. When Tram bobbed his head up his fangs gently scraped the sides of Piccolo’s sensitive skin. Piccolo felt his cock twitch in response. He cupped the back of Tram’s head and lifted his hips, thrusting his shaft into Tram’s yielding throat.

Tram curled his tongue around the thick trunk and voraciously sucked Piccolo’s pulsing warmth.

“Aaaaahhhh…”

You taste so good, Picoo.

Tram bit into the fold of skin that surrounded the head of Piccolo’s cock. Piccolo slid a hand towards one of Tram’s antennae. At the same time that Piccolo stroked the thin feeler, Tram released his saliva slick member and concentrated on the soft sac beneath it. His fingers were still wrapped securely around Piccolo’s shaft.

I am going to devour you, little dragon.

Piccolo groaned.

Tram returned his mouth to Piccolo’s staff.

“Mmmm…” the muscles in Piccolo’s abdomen twitched. Tram’s moan vibrated through his cock, nearly undoing him. Tram nudged his legs open and gently rubbed at the sensitive expanse of skin on Piccolo’s inner thighs. His touch was feathery soft and it made Piccolo arch into him. His shaft slid right into Tram’s throat. The Namek’s muscles contracted and Piccolo struggled as he was availed of his hot seed.

Tram swallowed his juices, fervently running his hand up and down Piccolo’s slowly softening member.

“Did you like that, Picoo?” Tram asked him, licking the ridge of red flesh that encircled Piccolo’s abs.

Piccolo nodded and croaked out, “Yes.”

“Well I liked giving it to you.”

“Damn it, Tram” He was hard again.

Tram felt his tell tale erection throbbing beneath his chin. “This is quite a surprise.”

This time, Piccolo reached for him. The smaller Namek shoved Tram’s legs apart and entered him in one quick thrust.

“Harder,” Tram bade him.

Piccolo obliged him. The sound of their sweat soaked bodies slapping together reverberated around them.

Tram licked a drop of sweat from the tip of Piccolo’s aquiline nose.

The sheets beneath them were getting damp with perspiration.

“Right there…yes,” Tram hissed as Piccolo grazed his gland.

Piccolo cleverly shifted his hips. The tip of his member connected with Tram’s sensitive spot. Tram’s features filled with sheer amazement. Ripples of gratifying pleasure traveled through him.

Piccolo knew what he was feeling. When that particular place was touched, it made it hard to think properly.

“Picoo…aaah!” Tram’s cry warned him of his ascent.

Piccolo doubled the strokes, clenched his teeth as he too felt the storm of submission bearing down on him. He was determined to make Tram come this time. The constant press of his hard, ridged stomach against Tram’s stiff cock made Tram’s sensory drowned body even hotter with passion. He panted in delirium, moving along Piccolo’s thick member. His body craved gratification.

“Aaah…Picoo…yes…faster…harder,” he whispered. “More…yes –Aaaaahhhh!”

He was flushed with heat as his orgasm spilled over him. He came strongly, losing all his other senses but the one to feel. By the time that his sanity had returned to him, Piccolo had climaxed, secreting his searing wetness within Tram’s sheath.

Piccolo crumpled against him. Sleep was a welcome respite.

*****

Piccolo wakened much later to find Tram lustily stroking his own member. Tram’s body was strained. His muscles were bulging, his veins stood out on every part of him. His forehead was dotted with sweat. He shook with the tension that ran through his body. He was in torment.

“Let me,” Piccolo suggested and reached for him.

“No!”

Piccolo was taken aback by his outburst.

“If you do, I will give you no peace.” Tram confessed.

Piccolo understood. Tram was trying to spare him another day of exhaustion and discomfort. His sacrifice was unnecessary in Piccolo’s opinion, because after all that they had done together, Piccolo was still aroused.

He gently pushed Tram’s hand away. He straddled Tram’s hips and reached beneath him for the super Namek’s hardened cock. Once he had positioned himself over it, he sank down on it.

“Picoo…”

Piccolo silenced him with a kiss. “You can thank me later.”

Piccolo rocked back and forth over him. His motion provided an adequate amount of friction for Tram. Tram inhaled sharply and held on to Piccolo’s hips. Piccolo pushed his own hands up Tram’s muscular stomach until they were on his chest, keeping him from stirring.

Tram groaned at Piccolo’s relentless movements. His cock felt like it was about to burst. Piccolo leaned forward and licked Tram’s parted lips, and then shoved his tongue inside. Tram sucked on the soft appendage. Piccolo scored Tram’s flesh with his nails. His antennae brushed against Tram’s. He felt the muscles in Tram’s stomach tense.

It was triple stimulation. His organ, his mouth, and his feelers –were all being touched at the same time. Tram had to force himself not to roll Piccolo beneath him and ravage him.

The image that provoked made him dig his fingers into Piccolo’s hips. Piccolo caught his hands and moved them up and over Tram’s head. He locked hands with the super Namek and licked along one pink-banded bicep. Tram shuddered. Piccolo wasn’t making things easier for him. He seriously considered overpowering his passionate lover.

Piccolo moved slowly on the upstroke, then hard and fast on the down stroke.

Tram’s heart was overflowing with affection, but he was reluctant to voice out his emotions. Piccolo did not think that they were real. Why should he when their bond had been formed out of deception rather than love? He was a super Namek and super Nameks cared for nothing but power and Piccolo had a large supply of that.

“This is stupid,” he said aloud. “I know what I feel for you.”

Piccolo looked at him, confusion in his eyes.

Tram arched into him, determined now to take back control. He rolled Piccolo beneath him.

He could not hide his feelings for the Earth born Namek anymore. He had to tell him.

“I love you Picoo.”

Piccolo was at a loss for words. Tram’s declaration had completely taken him by surprise.

Tram kissed him out of his stupor. Fired by his emotions, he feverishly took Piccolo and brought them both to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

*****

He briefly recalled that Tram had wakened him and given him some water. Afterwards, the Namekian had kissed him and Piccolo had gone back to sleep.

The next time Piccolo awakened, he found Tram sleeping beside him. The sudden desire that seized him at the sight of the super Namek startled him.

It was apparent that Tram’s appetites were rubbing off on him. Only this time, his hunger gnawed at him for a different reason.

He found himself stealing kisses from the sleeping Namek. Tram groaned and leaned into him. Piccolo’s kisses became more insistent waking Tram up.

They became aggressive in their touching. Piccolo clawed at Tram sucking on every visible part of flesh that was offered to him. Tram made no complaint. In fact, he attacked Piccolo with as much enthusiasm.

Piccolo did not know what was happening. Some great void within him demanded to be filled. He needed Tram, not just physically but emotionally.

“You feel it too,” Tram breathed out labouredly, nipping at Piccolo’s skin. “It’s driving me crazy.”

“It’ll go away,” he tried to assure him. Deep down, he knew that it would not. It would not go away unless they found some way to appease it.

He was perspiring heavily and his body felt as tense as a taut wire. He groped at Tram, and then finally pressed his lips against his. The pressure lessened a bit, but still burned hot like a furnace.

Tram clutched Piccolo to him. He tilted the smaller Namek’s head back and fed off Piccolo’s moist mouth.

Warmth enflamed him. He could not get enough of his tantalizing little mate. He was alarmed by the sudden activity within his stomach. Still, he did not stop kissing Piccolo.

His energy amassed itself within his body. He could feel it churning inside of him. When Piccolo leaned into him, Tram felt the ball of energy rise from his stomach, and ascend into his throat.

Picoo…something…

He had no time to warn him. The energy burst from his throat and entered Piccolo’s mouth.

Piccolo trembled. The energy overwhelmed him.

Was this what Kame was talking about? Were their energies about to unite?

His thoughts were pushed aside as he started to experience his first rush of panic. The time to decide was at hand. What was he going to do?

The ball of energy moved down his throat. It was warm and its passage caused Piccolo’s muscles to expand. The prospect of what would happen after the energy ball was settled in his body made Piccolo feel queasy.

Allow Tram to breed you, then, before the essence of your energies has coalesced, expel it from your body.

Kame’s words rang in his head. If he were to pull away now and regurgitate Tram’s essence, his own would not have time to fuse with it.

It is the only way, Kame had said. But was it really? The more Piccolo thought about it, the harsher it seemed.

Of course, Tram will be upset.

Yes, and there was that too. An angry Tram was nothing to ignore.

You’re the only thing that matters to me, Picoo.

The words haunted him.

I love you, Picoo.

He felt something wet run down his cheeks. Tears –they were his own.

Tram tasted the saltiness. He made to pull away, alarmed by Piccolo’s sudden grief. Piccolo refused to let him go, continuing to kiss him.

Don’t stop, Piccolo told him.

Tram obeyed and tightened his embrace. He could not help but wonder what had made his little dragon cry.

A swirl of heat filled Piccolo’s belly as Tram’s energy finally deposited itself within him. Piccolo shivered as he felt the pull of his own power beginning to integrate with Tram’s. Currents of energy snaked up Piccolo’s body. Tram felt the little charges and broke free of Piccolo.

“Picoo?” Piccolo’s eyes had turned completely white. “Picoo, what’s wrong?”

Tram’s voice sounded as if he was a mile away.

Piccolo felt Tram’s power soaring through him. It was like nothing that he had ever felt before.

Kame never said anything about this!

Piccolo blindly clutched at Tram’s arms as their combined energies raced through his being. He vaguely heard Tram cursing in Namekian as he too experienced what Piccolo was feeling. He had unknowingly transferred the sensation to Tram. The experience lasted for only several minutes, but it left both Nameks physically drained. When the last flicker of current had died away, Tram pulled Piccolo against him. The urge to claim him was gone and for the first time in days, Tram felt sated. Whatever had passed between them had seen to that.

He did not understand what had transpired between them, but was certain that Piccolo did and would tell him about it when he was ready.

So much had happened to him since he came to Earth.

Perhaps destiny really had had a hand in bringing him and Piccolo together.

He wished that destiny had stepped in a little sooner. Then he would not have had to suffer roaming the universe for all those years alone. Perhaps then, he would have known what it felt like to love and to be loved. He did not doubt for a moment that Piccolo loved him. He knew it as sure as he knew that Piccolo, son of Kame, was much more than he seemed.

After all, Super Nameks had an instinctive tendency to seek out their own kind, and Tram had done just that…

~The End~

This was such a trial for me. Just kidding! I would like to make it known that yes, I am aware that Nameks do not have nipples. I made the error in The Super Namek and decided to keep it in anyway.

Its time to review. Keep in mind that this story was meant to have this much intimacy. Also, do not forget to check out my other stories. ^_^