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Tonight, the full moon shone in the sky. Far from the simple glimmer that the city's fumes diffused, its light was burning and powerful in these clean skies, bouncing off the icy landscape with such ferocity, it seemed like nothing but shining, endless white as far as the naked eye could reach. Such pure, pristine image would normally go unnoticed by the world, hidden in plain sight in these uninhabited wastelands, where only the strongest of beasts dwelled, but this one time, one witness was present, admiring the spectacle nature presented to him from the warm comfort of a lonely hut nestled between the cliffs.

Tall and muscular, bright green skin covering every inch of his body, the man sat on his bed, leaning on the window and admiring the show sitting just outside of his abode. A dark purple gi was all that covered his body, leaving the bulging arms exposed, along with the long pink patches lining them up to his shoulders. Something on the other side of the glass moved, veiled by the moonlight, and his antennae twitched along with his pointy ears, his body growing tense in preparation, before noticing the small rabbit hopping along. How was such a fragile creature able to survive in this harsh kingdom of ice? The idea was almost hilarious, but it wasn't enough to make the scowl erase from his face.

Piccolo looked up, his eyes trailing back to the brightness of the full moon, naively marveled by its size and magnificence, like a child. Foolish, but between the fading tension loosening his body and the peaceful solitude of his seclusion, he allowed himself this one degree of vulnerability. After all, the last time he had paid proper attention to the celestial body had been ages ago, when training with little Gohan for the first time; back then, the sight of the moon turned the young Saiyan into a giant monster gorilla, forcing a younger Piccolo to destroy the satellite in order to turn him back to normal; an admittedly crude measure, and one his current self would perhaps question for a while at first, but far from permanent, seeing as it had been repaired by Earth's current Guardian. Overall, a bittersweet memory of a fight long gone.

It was the first time he properly saw the full moon in so long because his training left little time to dally on such sentiments. He pushed his body to the limits during the day, leaving the night to rest and recover to repeat the process all over again. Nights like this, when he was unable to fall asleep, weren't rare occurrences, but impossibilities; it had been years since the last time he found himself so restless, and to think it was all because of this... masculine anatomy of his, was enough to cause the normally stern fighter to feel ashamed.

A wandering hand crossed his body, his gi loose enough to keep the muscles underneath hidden, but thin enough for the touch to get a drawn out breath out of him, which only turned into a gasp when his fingers held his erection tightly through the fabric. He remembered his youth, his days training in complete loneliness to avenge his father, and how many days had been lost over careless adolescent fantasies, juvenile feelings that he had gotten over through years of meditation, or so he thought. Yet here he was, his body proving him wrong as his own touch only made his member grow harder, throb with such heat, it was becoming unbearable.

"Such persistent bother," he said as his eyes finally teared themselves away from the moon, looking down at the hand groping his length through his pants, a single breath leaving his mouth, hot enough for him to see the mist it caused. For the first time that night, his normally serious air broke apart, all due to a single cocky smirk forming on the corner of his lips. "It really has been a while, eh? I might as well enjoy myself then."

And as soon as he said so, his body obeyed, his hand reeling back and his breathing starting to settle down. His dedication to his training left him with little experience on the more enjoyable aspects he remembered, but the basics were still etched in his body, in every fiber of his being that burned with desire; as long as he heard those, he would be just fine. First thing to go was the shirt, showing the broad chest and the pink patch covering his chiseled abs, which his hands lost no time on exploring. It was such a peculiar sensation, to rediscover his body once again, after so long, to the point it almost felt like a different set of hands touching him, as if someone else was taking in every crevice in his body along with him; the heat of his flesh, the hardness of his muscles, all of it caused a low moan to escape him as those alien hands landed on his pecs, each one getting a good squeeze.

It was amazing how, in a single second, he turned into such a quivering mess, already filled with regret over neglecting such delightful activities. Later, he would feel ashamed again over how easily his will had been broken, over how the simplest of touches could override him, turn him into a lustful beast, but right now Piccolo was taken by the sheer masculinity of his body. It was with great difficulty, but his hands left the meaty chest and went back down for his legs, half-heartedly thinking about touching his length again, watching the stain already forming on his pants and toying with the idea of climaxing on them, making it larger even, but the need to watch it with his own eyes after so long was bigger and in the end he removed them as well, tossing them aside, forgotten.

A loud smack against his abs was all the warning he got before he saw, standing up firm and stiff, his nine full inches of hard green cock, pulsating intensely, demanding his touch immediately. Namekians didn't really produce any waste, so it was extremely rare for Piccolo to watch his length at all, and even rarer to see it this hardened; but once he set eyes on it, he lost control. His right hand jumped at the chance, squeezing the rod hard, forcing him to bite his lower lip to stifle a moan, and watching his arm almost move by itself, stroking with fast, fluid movements that caused him to shiver. In no time, the left followed its sibling, and the moan finally escaped Piccolo's throat when he felt his balls being roughly handled, rubbed, pressed as if to push the juices out of them, to the point that he almost saw his vision grow hazy from the sudden pleasure coursing through his body.

It was such an odd sensation, one he couldn't quite remember, but those hands still didn't feel like his own. He found it hard to complain, however, with his cock screaming in bliss, pouring a fountain of sticky pre all over, coating his length and fingers in it. He was torn between keeping up his current pace or stopping just to cup it all up and get a mouthful of his own fluids, but his instincts were the ones in control anyway, leaving his opinion on the matter irrelevant. The biggest thing that happened in that sense was the left hand abandoning the Namekian's balls, joining the throbbing member to coat in the fluids as well, play in them, make sure every inch of his skin was slobbered by the sticky substance before reaching down to his hole and pushing them in. He had not the slightest clue as to what kind of instinct had brought upon such an act, but as soon as he felt his insides start spreading from the sudden invasion, he stopped caring. It was such an exquisite sensation, one that was entirely new to his body, and it was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

One, two fingers in, with a third one already daring to follow, despite the tightness that was threatening to push back. He didn't remember this from his younger days, couldn't tell what brought on the idea, and saw it weird that his hole could take in such a challenge with relative ease, but in his absolute delight, he paid no heed to any of those subconscious warnings. All he knew was his body was being set on fire, and he wanted more out of it, more out of those exquisite sensations for them to share.

"Wait..." a whisper left his lips between pleasured gasps and moans, but his hands didn't stop. He could feel them moving, he knew they were under his control, but at the same time they refused to stop, almost as if it was someone else causing them to go through the motions. Despite the thrill of his touch, he clenched his teeth to keep the moans down in an attempt to focus, figure out what was happening, but his brain was drowning in hormones from the constant touch. He had to stop first, and with what little control he still had over his muscles, he rolled around the bed, soon reaching the edge and falling on the ground; his knees got the brunt of the impact, but his arm didn't betray him and his hand left his hole, shooting forward to stop him from hitting the floor face-first. After that, the pleasure abandoned him enough for him to regain his faculties, and the only thing he could feel now was his rushed breathing, his chest going up and down as the sensations receded into the back of his mind. "These... feelings aren't mine. Not mine alone, at least."

As soon as he said that, he felt the fingers going into his ass again, another delighted moan escaping him. But how? His hand was still holding him up, right in front of him, and the right one was still holding his cock, once again stroking, his tip oozing more and more of the warm, sticky juices, a small puddle soon forming on the floor beneath him. The worst possible idea crossed his mind and his head whipped back, but there was no one behind him, nor could he hear or feel any presence, at least physically; yet he knew someone was back there, spreading him. He could feel it so clearly, that wet, thick finger going in and out- Or rather... That one was such a strange idea, one he, once again, didn't know how it had appeared in his head, but he just knew it was the feeling of another man's tongue pushing between his cheeks, against the resistance of his hole and squeezing in inch after delectable inch. The left hand that held him up started to fist up, clawing the floor under him as his voice turned into a slurry moan.

"Who... are you..." he tried, but the words just wouldn't leave that easily; every single letter proved to be a challenge as he felt his ass being eaten, his lungs barely able to keep up with the rush in his breathing. Soon, his upper body fell on the ground, eyes closed in bliss as his hole was properly presented to the mysterious force treating him. His tongue pushed in, leaving the wet hint of drool inside him, all while his fingers uncontrollably jerked his length, pushing every single drop of pre out of his balls and onto the floor, each passing second making the pressure build up to unbearable level and delight. He was close, and in his lack of practice, he couldn't avoid it. "No... Not yet..."

But it was too late. A roar rumbled on his chest and filled his room; a second later, his cock was trembling like mad, the first of many ropes of hot seed pushing out of him, landing on the floor with a heavy splash, followed by countless more. It had been so long since the last time he felt these burning trembles course through his body, so long that his tongue lolled out while each shot made the puddle under his body grow larger still. There was so much, yet he felt them still coming, still rushing their way out of his length. He wanted more, he wanted... He held back long enough to turn over, landing on the floor, his back now coated in the puddle of jizz and the mystery sensation never stopping. He stopped holding back and admired the same ropes jumping with incredible force, only this time falling on his naked chest, his hand still stroking, milking his cock for all its worth while his body started to be painted white. More than one landed on his face, on his mouth, but he swallowed with gusto, relishing in his own powerful taste while the tongue on his ass no doubt did the same. He wished he could see the man, kiss him, share the taste together...

Finally, the fountain of cum started to die out, the trembling lowered, and his breathing got normal once again. The last few dribbles of seed shot less and less, reaching only his already coated pecs, his abs, and finally falling limply on his crotch as his cock softened. Piccolo closed his eyes, sure he would soon fall asleep and willing himself not to, looking at the right hand covered in jizz, holding it up and close... a few licks and it was clean, and he felt the salty flavor linger in his throat, bitter but exciting, definitely something he would want to repeat. But more than that, he felt his hole; he went as far as reaching down and test it, finding out that it was spread, wet... That could easily be from his own fingers at first, coated in pre as they had been, right?

"No..." he whispered, not to himself, but to... whatever it was that had joined him. "I don't know who you are, but you're in there, aren't you? I could feel you, somewhere very deep inside my soul, sharing these sensations with me, as if my body was something you could lend that easily," he wanted to growl, to yell in anger, but in such an afterglow following the intensity of his orgasm, it took all his energy to just stay awake. And of course, he got no answer. Whatever it was, it was only capable of making contact through his unbalanced emotional state, his... Earthlings called it 'arousal' or something. Right now, with his sexual needs cleared, he would need more orthodox ways to commune with this entity.

He closed his eyes. Piccolo was no stranger to meditation, and while it was typically more dignified than lying down covered in your own cum, he was in no position to beg; he had to pick up on the entity's signature before it vanished again into the deepest recesses of his mind, trapped until the next time he found himself victim to his urges. That could take decades again, and he was not looking forward to that much time knowing there was something living inside him without him being aware of whatever was being done to his body. So, he went in, deeper, deeper still, towards the farthest of his memories, the deepest areas of his mind, focused on that wavelength he knew was buried somewhere in his soul. Somewhere...

In here... he listened to it, that voice that seemed to just form in his head, deep, strong, yet somehow familiar. Save... he could listen to him clearly now. He could recognize him. He could see the outline of his figure: Another Namekian, just as tall but bulkier than Piccolo himself, arms thick enough to make just his physique exude power, chest and stomach exposed under a billowing blue vest... Yes, it was a man he had seen before, so many years back.

"Nail..."

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"Nail, you say?" the younger Namekian asked, eyes bulging in obvious surprise after hearing the warrior's story. Almost immediately, however, he looked down and his voice was suddenly filled with contained nostalgia. "So, Nail is still alive in you..."

"Alive is a stretch, but I won't stop you from thinking as much," was Piccolo's answer to the young Guardian, Dende. After discovering the mysterious entity that enjoyed using his body during the previous night was no other than the Namekian warrior he had fused with all those years ago, he lost consciousness only to wake up to a body covered in dried up cum; that was definitely one part of his youth he could've gone without. After a long, thorough bath in the nearby rivers, once he was confident there was no trace of his activities left in him, the first thing he did was fly up towards the Lookout.

The Lookout, God's Temple... Those were just a few of the names used to refer to the magic island floating in the sky, where Earth's Guardian resided. Long ago, it had been home to a wizened Namekian only known as Kami, one of Earth's words for God; to think they saw an alien as their deity was somewhat amusing. But Kami had long ago left this world, in a way, as Piccolo himself had fused with him. Ever since, the position of Guardian was inherited by the younger man in front of him, his body covered in long, draping robes, a flowing blue cape, and a cane passed down by the previous Guardian completing the outfit. Said young man was now positively charmed, delighted even, at the prospect of his visitor's story being true, and Piccolo could hardly blame him; knowing the brother he had lost all those years back to the battle against the galactic conqueror, Frieza, had a chance of coming back, of course he would be excited. And of course, the warrior had the tact of omitting the more... spicy aspects of his experience. For both their sakes.

"I'll take any chance I can to save one of our own," the Guardian replied with a strong, dignified tone, befitting of a man in his position and power, but his smile didn't falter, and the way his body trembled betrayed the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. It almost made Piccolo himself share in the feeling, sudden warmth spreading through his body, making his muscles loosen up... which he immediately dismissed as Nail's influence on his psyche. Just as fast, his body started growing tense once again, and he focused on the younger man's words instead. "Piccolo, if you're telling me this then I take it that you wish to be separated from him, correct?"

"I obviously didn't come here for tea," the snark came out automatically, and the older Namekian ignored the frown it set on Dende's brow. "To my knowledge, Namekian fusion can't be reversed in any way, but that didn't stop my original form from becoming both, Kami and my father. It's not unprecedented, so there might be a chance for Nail to come back to life."

"...The logic is solid," as if he realized his excitement was showing his lack of experience, Dende hid it behind a sudden mask of stoicism. It didn't quite fit him, but if Piccolo had to choose, he definitely preferred him to take things with a cool-headed approach, especially when it was his mind and soul they were talking about. "I don't recall seeing anything of the sort on my predecessors' records, but there has to be something, right? I'll look through them again and hopefully something will come up. Until then, it's probably for the best that you stay here."

"You want me to stay here?" he had to repeat the words, incredulous as he was.

"You may have a point that this isn't unprecedented, but we still don't know how to deal with it. I'd rather keep a close eye on you, ideally at the range of my healing powers, should things take a turn for the worst," he would never admit it, but Piccolo did feel a slight shiver running up his spine at the Guardian's words. You'd think after facing death as many times as he had there would be no fear left in him, but the idea of something going wrong while he was literally torn apart at a spiritual level... It was better not to think about it. "I'll do as much research as I possibly can, but in the meantime, you should try and commune with Nail again. The more you connect with him, the easier it will be to tell you apart during the split. At least... I think that's how it works..."

"You think?" the way Dende's shoulders went stiff was enough evidence that he dreaded the older man's reaction, but to his surprise Piccolo shot a sneer his way. "I didn't pin you for much of a gambler, Dende. Almost feels like you're growing up," and that alone was enough for the young Guardian's jaw to drop. The warrior, however, didn't stick to see what other reactions he could get. "If I'm staying here, I'll go look for a room on my own. I don't want anyone bothering me, are we clear?" and he didn't stay for an answer, instead entering the large manor to the back of the floating island.

It had been ages since he walked through these halls without an impending crisis rearing its head. In fact, he didn't recall a time he stepped into the Lookout without the world being in danger; such was the life of a fighter, apparently. But even in his lack of familiarity there were no curious glances or searches for doors and proper accommodation; his mind was taken by different things. Mainly how out of character that had been out there: Was his reaction really his? Or had it been Nail talking through him, trying to reassure his younger brother? Neither of those felt right.

"If anything," he said out loud, but not speaking to himself; rather, as if speaking to the soul sharing his body, "that was the connection between you two, existing through me. So, that's what I would be like as an older brother, huh? Don't make me laugh," and yet he had to fight some of the laughter back. There was something about protecting and caring for the young that had always struck a chord in him, and it seemed to be something else he and Nail shared.

The more he walked, the more he realized how constantly his thoughts drifted towards Nail and what little time they had spent together. Meeting him in Namek, a beaten warrior on the brink of death, yet refusing to let go of his ideals, willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his brethren and more; the incredible surge of power he felt when they became one, enough to match even the likes of Frieza; and now, the previous night, a moment of quiet pleasure and enjoyment between the two. His thoughts, naturally, lingered on that night, the intense sensations still fresh, his body asking for more, demanding furiously, tightly against his pants...

He stopped, his breathing shallow but still present, and slowly looked down to the painfully obvious tent between his leg. Oddly proud of his size, he nonetheless realized the awkwardness of his situation and reached for the nearest door available, locking it behind him and finding himself in a small room, with nothing but a bed and a window to the back garden of the island, which was now thankfully empty. His attention was soon taken back by his crotch, however, as a soft moan escaped his lips and he saw his hand moving on its own, stroking the length through the fabric, his thumb pressing where he knew his head was and his knees threatening to falter at the incredible sensations now invading him.

"Nail, you cheeky bastard..." he struggled just to let those words out, quickly changing them for loud moans and grunts at the sudden feeling of his body being set on fire, of lightning surging through his every fiber, electrifying, delectable. It wasn't long before his hand started slipping inside his gi, desperate, hungry for the powerful length that furiously throbbed inside, but the one limb that remained under Piccolo's control stopped it in its tracks, giving him time for his breathing to calm. "Fuck... What are you doing?"

Connect... It wasn't even a voice anymore; it was a mere whisper, an echo coming from the deepest recesses of his mind, but clear enough for him to make out. Connect... with what? Connect... feeling...

"...Are you saying we need this to stay connected?" and his answer was something he didn't know how to describe, like a prick on the back of his neck that he just knew was a confirmation. It made some sense, when he thought about it, that their connection was based on his own emotional instability, on his usual mental defenses going down, even if only for a second, to allow more carnal pleasures to take over. And what was more unstable that the adult arousal? "Fine... But this is my body, so we'll do this under my terms. That means my arms remain under my control, or I'll make sure Dende never brings you back."

That was the end of it, apparently. No more voices, no more feelings. Only the throbbing of his cock kept him distracted. He had to wonder if his words had actually scared the other Namekian enough to go back into hiding, and also if his words were as honest as he made them out to be. Any other person and he wouldn't have any issue with denying them the chance of existing, but Nail was a special case after the previous night; nothing but physical sensations clouding his judgment, yes, but physical sensations he was willing to feel again and again.

He released his own arm, fingers flexing under his command, and confident he had control again, he allowed the same actions to continue. Slowly, the hand once again slipped in, his throbbing member hard around his fingers, a good squeeze confirming that it was his own, that he was getting all sensations without any alien feelings. And yet, it was so odd. After all this time without thinking about it even once, all it took was a single night and he couldn't have enough; the slightest of touches was enough to turn him into a quivering mess, and worst of all was that part of him enjoyed that the most.

His legs finally betrayed him, and his back slid down the door until they were spread out on the floor in front of him, cock still in hand. A couple more squeezes and he had to bite his lip just to contain the moan that started climbing up his throat. Touch alone wasn't enough; frantically, with the same kind of careless abandon he hadn't felt since his youth, he pulled his pants down, kicked them off his legs and all the way to the other side of the room, just to set free his strong legs, his pair of thick, powerful thighs and, most important of all, to get a good look at his stiff erection, pulsing furiously in his hand, the tip gently pushing out of his foreskin and already coated with a glistening layer of pre. Piccolo had no idea why, but it was a mesmerizing sight that spurred so many emotions in him, things he hadn't felt before: a primal need to get near it, to taste it, to smell it, to drown in its essence, worship it, own it, use it to bring pleasure to another, to fill and then be filled himself. He didn't know it, but just looking at his own manhood was enough to fill him with lust.

The taste- God, the taste! That was what drove him mad more than anything else. Just one look was all he needed for his throat to suddenly feel dry, empty, to yearn that length between his lips, pressed against his tongue, all so he could relish in the taste. Would it be similar to his cum? Or would it be closer to this earthly musk that started to permeate the air around him? The speculation alone was exciting his member into twitching like crazy, drops of warm, sticky pre rolling down the green skin, leaving wet trails on their wake, and Piccolo wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue following their path, all the way to the tip. If a single thumb pressing against it felt so amazing, how would a proper mouth do?

The thick, wet appendage pressed against his length, changing the thin trail of pre for a mess of drool and slobber that left him shining in what little light the moon left; the way his nerves were turned on by such masterful touch and his body shivered from the pleasure as the intensity kept going up... was too good to be his imagination alone. He opened his eyes and dared to look down, meeting nothing but the empty room and his cock, at some point freed from his own fingers, twitching unattended, yet oozing more and more of his manly essence. Despite his solitude, he could feel the strange but delectable brush of what was definitely a tongue against it, quickly followed by something softer, like a pair of lips kissing, sucking the side all the way down until each of his balls was encased in the mysterious, invisible pleasure.

"Fuck... Nail...?" he asked, recognizing this same mystery satisfaction as the one that had assaulted him the night before. As if to confirm, he felt the tongue lap against his exposed hole, just like it had done the first time they shared each other's lust, and the flesh ring slowly got soaked in drool before his body guest dared to push in. For the second time in his life, Piccolo felt his ass get eaten, and his whole body tensed up in reaction. Claws tried to pierce the stone floor, teeth gritted to keep his screams down, cock jumping and bursting pre like crazy, quickly coating his shirt in it; a more experienced Namekian would've removed it, but a virgin like him was too busy drowning in the intense sensations to even care.

But just as soon as it started, it ended, and he felt his hole suddenly empty, just like the night before; a gaping hole left with nothing but hunger. He was close to demand more, but Nail was nowhere near done with him, as the tongue once again proved when it trailed up his taint and back to his still throbbing member, taking its sweet time treating each of his sweaty, heavy balls and going all the way up in one go. Piccolo felt yet another new sensation when his cock was suddenly encased by the warmth of Nail's needy mouth, just like he had been daydreaming mere seconds before; and just like he had imagined, the feeling was driving him mad. He had to reach to bite his own knuckle simply because he couldn't hold back any other way, filling the room with muffled screams and groans of agonizing bliss. He could feel the lips going up and down his length, the tip pushing against the back of the other, seemingly more experienced Namekian's throat, and with his eyes closed it was easy to picture him there, lying down, his wider body sprawled in front of him and completely bare, his ass exposed and tempting him to fill it, his mouth going up and down as he sucked and gagged around the green piece of meat that had been presented to him.

"Nail... Nail..." Piccolo found himself dragging the name, practically whining it in his lust-ridden state, all while his arms, chest, abs- his entire body flexed just to keep the churning juices down as much as possible. He wanted this pleasure to never end; to keep going for as long as his body would allow him to, and milk every second of it. He wanted the other warrior to please him, to make him feel this good forever. "Don't stop... Don't... Not yet... No, please!" he screamed, begged, cried even, but whether it was at Nail or himself, he had no idea. There was only one thing going on in his mind: the intense joy he was feeling as his cock was treated by such expert lips.

It was his own inexperience that ended things, instead. Unable to hold back a single second longer, the Namekian warrior felt his rod give one last spasm before a massive load burst out, rope after thick, sticky rope shooting straight into Nail's mouth, rolling down his throat... before landing straight on Piccolo's face. He had no time to understand what was happening before the second hit, then the third and so on, his gi coated in his hot seed as it pooled around his chest and abs, falling on his mouth where it only stayed a second before he instinctively swallowed and shivered at the taste. The rush going through his body refused to die down just as much as his orgasm did, leaving him almost covered in white in a matter of seconds, balls taut against his crotch as the pressure alone emptied them.

Slowly, the sensations started diminishing along with each shot; soon, each one barely got as far as half the last one, until he was left with nothing but a few dribbling drops and eyelids too heavy to keep open. His eyes remained closed as his breathing evened, and the exhaustion started settling in along with the calm and a hint of juvenile shame that only added to the afterglow. If this was what sex felt like, he had been missing out.

Like this... the voice was enough to stir him up again, and even though the room stayed as empty as before, Piccolo knew that the other Namekian was here, with him. We can... stay connect... ed... the echo bounced off around his skull before a new sensation assaulted him, right on the lips, as if something matching them pressed against him, with a tongue pushing them open, wrestling with it, the familiar taste of his own seed making him fall deeper into the kiss... and then it was over. He had nothing to prove it happened other than the lingering feeling left on his mouth. But he wanted more. So much more.

He looked on the window and was greeted by the night sky. How long had he been in here? The question, however, only crossed his mind for a second before fading away. It didn't really matter enough to make him stay awake. After the single shot of adrenaline the kiss had given him started to vanish, the Namekian no longer had the energy to fight back his tiredness. With sluggish movements he removed his soaked shirt and tossed it on the floor, leaving his body completely exposed to the elements. He never slept in such a state, but he couldn't care in the least right now. His mind was torn between too many things to, anyway; one of those being the powerful man trapped in his body and the time they had shared together recently. Part of him wanted more, and he went to bed with those thoughts in his head, swirling around in a confusing maelstrom for so long, he wasn't sure they were his own anymore.

He couldn't evade sleep for much longer, and before he knew it, he was already lying to the side, carelessly lying on the bed as his body loosened up. Contrary to the always alert state he put his mind into, his body relaxed far too soon, and his mind drifted towards unconsciousness as a single image remained in him. Nail... The tall, powerfully built Namekian he had saved so long ago, who he had chosen to share his life with, in a way. His image, back then, inspired so many things in him: Pride in his species, amazement at his power, perhaps even jealousy; but also pity and fear, seeing him lying in the floor, defeated by his enemy. But that same image, those broad shoulders, wide pecs, strong arms- it all stirred different things now, both in his mind and his anatomy. He liked it. He wanted more of it. He wanted Nail to be there with him, their naked bodies pressed together so he could properly feel the impressive power of his muscles. What on earth were those feelings? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. And he finally fell asleep with those same questions floating around in his head.

---

Over the next few days, the whole process repeated itself every single night. No matter how much meditation he used to try and calm his hormones, or how much he trained to try and keep his mind occupied and his body tired, Nail's mental assaults would sooner or later get the best of him, and he would allow it, half because he needed to keep the connection up if he wanted the split to be a success, and half because he wanted to feel the same thrilling sensations over and over again. Bound to the Lookout until they were separate, he didn't have much else to do anyway, but he wasn't sure if he would've chosen anything else over his time with Nail even if he had the choice.

Immersed in his research as he was, Dende spent almost all of his time in the great library the previous Guardians had managed to amass over the millennia, and with Mr. Popo loyally staying by his side through it all, Piccolo had the entirety of the island for his own. It was ideal; whether it was because Nail went for him then, or if his hormones just went out of control on their own after a sip of the life he had been missing all these years, his arousal would get to him with the worst timing possible; more often than not while he was outside, either training or just trying to breath. Needless to say, he had started to develop a taste for the outdoors when it came to sex, and if Nail's actions were anything to go by, it was yet another thing they shared.

As such, his days went like that. Whatever he was doing, he could always count with the surprise feeling of a hand going down in his pants, squeezing his length and getting him hard in just a few seconds; and wherever that happened, he would drop anything, pants included, to indulge on the feeling. At some point he took it upon himself to wear his weighted coat at all times, try to keep his body as tired as possible, but even that proved little obstacle to Nail's assaults, and he wasn't complaining; there was a certain added fun to proving how far their lust for one another could go.

Anywhere, from the small room he had taken to the gardens behind the manor, or even in the hallways, in front of the windows overlooking the sea of clouds surrounding them, Piccolo would take his clothes off, close his eyes and sink in into that illusion, that false stage where the Namekian warrior would be in front of him, body completely naked, often on his knees and sucking his cock as hard as he could go. He never did anything but allow the fact, and more than once he came hands free simply from how skilled Nail seemed to be. He had to wonder if he had any prior experience from before fusing; it was definitely one of the things he would ask after the split.

But as exquisite as the days were, nothing could beat the nights. As much of a thrill he felt cumming all over the Lookout, always running the risk of his host crossing paths with him in the middle of his climax, it still couldn't beat the longer, more delectable sessions he found himself into during his dreams. Sleeping was something far easier to do when so often you found yourself in front of a mountain of muscle, clear as day and hard as a rock, who would then go on to worship you as well. It was during those dreams that he could truly feel Nail's body, touch his chest and arms, a good squeeze here and there, simultaneously marveling at their size while comparing them with his own, exchanging knowing glances with his new partner.

In his dreams he could last longer, he could engage more into the actions that his lack of sex life had left him lacking on, and that in turn allowed him to explore more options. One thing was to get blown by the skilled lips, to feel his cock inside the warm void of his mouth and his hot breath all over his flesh as it was slowly coated; but a completely different thing was to hold his head in place and thrust all the way in, uncaring, unbridled, feeling his member push inside him and press against the soft back of his throat, his whole body trembling and Nail's face as he struggled with the sheer size of his manhood, the speed with which he was roughly facefucked- and every single expression, Piccolo loved. He wanted nothing more than make his face twist more. His orgasms, watching him swallow so much of his load and still seeing him pulling out over the volume, only for his face to then be coated by the white seed, were the ideal reward after such exquisite effort.

As the days turned into weeks and their encounters became more regular, Piccolo took the chance to push himself outside of his comfort zone and truly explore what else the body could do to bring each other pleasure. Whenever his mouth wasn't filled with cock, Nail would dedicate himself to eating out his ass with gusto, his tongue pushing in as far as it could go and still trying to press onwards; and during those times, busy as he was moaning and screaming for more, Piccolo paid enough attention to notice his hands reaching around for his flopping rod, giving it quick, rough strokes and milking every single drop of pre that his balls could produce. The way every inch was touched, and his head was rubbed, almost tortured, was enough to push him to the edge and back countless times, and he wanted nothing more than to make sure his partner could feel the same.

Soon enough, the stronger warrior took it upon himself, still deep in their shared dream, to reach and get a hold of his guest's member. It was slightly shorter than his own, but just like the rest of his body, a tad thicker as well. It felt right around Piccolo's hand, like two puzzle pieces clicking in perfect harmony, and the motions started on their own, along with Nail's gentle rumbles and moans. He loved the sound, the vibration on his chest, and yet he felt inclined to stop them by repeating their kiss, linking their lips together, twirling their tongues around one another like furious snakes in the middle of their mating, all while his cock continued to furiously tremble and pulse in his grasp, pre oozing out like mad and seeping between his fingers, covering his skin.

Often the dreams ended abruptly and Piccolo kept only vague memories, flashes of the things that caused his own orgasm and resulted in the stained sheets now covering him, but what he did remember was enough to stir him up through the day, to inspire more of these erotic activities. Pictures of Nail's body in front of him, under him, his broad back exposed for his hands to take and do as they wished, were the kind of thing that filled his head whenever his thoughts started drifting without any will or direction to guide them.

An entire month went by like that...

---

And then the faithful day arrived. A day that started like all others, with the Namekian fighter waking up from yet another dream-like session with his improvised lover, his sheets soaked and his crotch a sticky mess; how he always had new clean ones every night he had no idea, but he assumed he had to thank Mr. Popo's discretion for it. After a quick shower that cleaned away every bit of grime and evidence, he left the room, ready for the same routine he had somehow gotten used to, until he saw the young Guardian standing in front of his room.

And without much explanation afterwards, he found himself on the outside of the manor, the vast sky surrounding both, him and Dende, as the healer finished reading the hundreds of notes and books he had brought outside. Piccolo was left to do little more than stand still in front of the younger man, watching and waiting for more instructions...

"Right... Ok, I got the hang of it. We're ready... I think!" the excitement over his apparent lack of certainty was off-putting, to say the least, and Piccolo had several questions to go around, but he was interrupted before even starting. "So, have you and Nail been keeping the connection up?"

"Oh... We have been in contact, yes..." and he made it a personal point to leave it there, no matter what else the Guardian asked of him. It was better to spare him the embarrassment, yes, but there was also a part of him that wanted to keep those experiences for himself. "Why are we doing this outside anyway?" he asked in a hopefully clever attempt at driving the conversation away.

"There's like a 5% chance you might blow up," he said without looking up from his notes, and Piccolo's jaw fell to the floor. The young Namekian's face, however, rather than the stoicism he was trying to portray, started to sweat as his frown started to break down. 5% suddenly seemed like a slight underreaction. "Right!" the final book was closed shut, and Dende stood up, his face turning back into the Guardian's stern expression just as he stared at his fellow Namekian. "I'm ready if you are. Stay still."

"Tsk. Dende, this better work or you'll have hell to pay," he said, more to convince himself that he would still be there when the process was done. It's not like Piccolo didn't trust the young Guardian to successfully perform the split, but he had died before, and it was never a pleasant thing to go through.

The two men stood quiet. Piccolo's eyes remained open and alert for even the slightest sign of distress on the Guardian's face, but Dende kept his eyes close in deep focus. In time, his breathing evened; soon enough, the sound and the heave on his chest became completely imperceptible. The air slowly started distorting around him, and Piccolo saw a gentle yellow aura form around his body, growing by the second, barely trembling along with his calmed breathing. The light turned brighter, the aura expanded, flaming with power until the wind around it picked up and the fighter's cape billowed behind him. It wasn't the first time he saw someone's ki flare to life, but to think Dende, of all people, could pull it off to this extent, or that he would need to in order to perform the split, was a surprise of its own.

The Guardian's arms rose, pointed straight at the warrior. Piccolo's first instinct was to try jumping out of the way of an incoming attack, but he fought the urge down, knowing there was no way that energy carried ill intent. The sheer power alone, however, was enough to make him audibly swallow. Under other circumstances, he would already be out of the way and ready for a counter, his body filled with too much adrenaline to care about anything else, but standing still he could hear the beating of his own heart getting faster by the second, as a primal part of his head screamed at him to fight back. Whether it was a martial artist's instinct or fear of death, he wasn't sure...

But the next thing he felt... Unlike the strange sensation that was fear, the next thing was something familiar; something he had grown used to over the past few weeks with surprising speed and acceptance. It was a pair of arms gently falling on his shoulders, circling his chest. A quick glance down and he confirmed that there was nothing, no one around him, but the sensation itself was still there, soon followed by the pressure of a strong, muscular chest against his back as he was pulled into a tight hug. A pair of ethereal lips kissed his cheek and he suddenly felt his heart slow down.

All his fear was substituted by a sensation of vertigo instead, as his body took off the floor, leaving him floating a few inches off the ground. Flying was one of his simpler abilities, yet this was different; this lacked his own control, and felt more like being lifted, held in the grasp of some giant, invisible force. Just as he thought as much, the arms around him held him tighter.

He looked forward and saw Dende, part of his brain having forgotten he was even there to begin with. The young Namekian was floating as well, his clothes flowing with the wind his ki caused, but his body completely immobile. Piccolo had no idea what he was doing, what would happen next, until he felt the same force that lifted him and kept him in place suddenly pull his chest, making him push his pecs out involuntarily; that's when he felt something else, a different kind of power trying to burst out of his body- or rather, being forcibly taken out of him.

The pressure on his chest increased, soon becoming unbearable, but the warrior managed to remain calm with little more than gritting his teeth. A couple grunts left his mouth and his fists clenched, but he remained strong. He had gone through worse, he told himself; he went through so many enemies, each one stronger than the last, he wasn't about to lose against a bit of energy being pulled out of him. His body started bulging right around where the pressure was being applied, from the inside, but he paid it no mind, instead focusing on his experience, his years of fighting, his days of exploring Nail's body; and from there, he focused on the Namekian's arms surrounding him.

Then it happened without warning. With a single jolt, Piccolo felt some enormous mass being yanked out of his chest. A single scream came out in response, and just as soon he fell on the ground. He was little more than a panting mess, and his hand shot for his chest, looking for any hole or wound that may have been left there. He found nothing, and for the first time in years felt relief at the lack of damage.

He surprised himself when the first thing he thought about was telling Nail about it. He was assaulted by a peculiar need to tell the warrior he was safe- they were safe! But around the same time, he noticed there was something lacking... and realized Nail's arms were no longer around him, nor could he feel his lips pressed against the back of his neck. A sudden chill coursed through his spine as the possibilities filled his head. Did they lose the connection? Was Nail once again buried in his subconscious until who knew when? Had something gone wrong with the process? What if their souls were no longer together? What if...

Piccolo looked up, hoping the Guardian would have the answers. For once, he didn't care about hiding the panic in his face. But Dende wasn't paying attention to him; he was kneeling down, in front of... in front of another body. Dark green skin, brimming with muscles exposed to the air. He couldn't see the face, but Piccolo was sure... Somehow, he was sure. He stood up and rushed over to the Guardian's side, multiple emotions mixed in his heart: hope, fear, yearn, and so many others he had no idea what to call, until he looked at the mysterious man's face.

There, in front of his eyes, was the same warrior he had met all those years back in Namek. For the first time in months, he saw at Nail's face not through the illusion of his dreams, but in the flesh. If he wanted to, he could reach forward and touch his chest, which thankfully was heaving bit after bit with every intake of air. The man was alive, at the very least, and that alone took a weight off Piccolo's shoulders that he had no idea he had been carrying. It was enough to at least hold himself back and let his relief out as a simple sigh.

"I think..." the Guardian started, his hands resting over the unconscious body as the energy started pouring out. Dende's healing powers would hopefully be enough to save the warrior. "I think he'll be fine."

---

After that day, Piccolo had been kept in the dark. Thankfully, nothing had happened to the reformed warrior; shortly after the split was done, Dende and Mr. Popo moved him to a separate room, where his treatment was taking place. The room was essentially sealed off, leaving him with nothing but the dreading doubt; Dende specifically told him he would let him know if anything out of the ordinary happened, but refused to give him any more information regarding Nail's state. Piccolo had to wonder if he was really withholding it, or if he was as much in the dark as everyone else.

The days passed, but at some point, he lost count. He found himself so lost in the eagerness of meeting with Nail, he stopped caring about time. Every waking second, he dedicated to training, to keep his body in shape and his instincts sharp. Otherwise, he would wander all the way back to the room where the other warrior was being held, and end up staring at the door until someone showed up. What caused this anxiety, he wondered.

He thought it was lust. After so many nights giving in to their urges, Piccolo found himself unable to do much without the thrill always nearby. His nights, once filled with hours of arousal and excitement, were now dull in hos solitude. He could jerk and cum, but it wasn't the same. He could feel the other's absence with painful clarity.

Curiously, both Dende and Mr. Popo seemed to leave him alone, the few times they came across one another, at least. While Mr. Popo's work always kept him too busy to bother with their visitor, the young Guardian very rarely left Nail's room, and that was only to retire to his own, or to conduct even more research. He was thoroughly focused on his task, after all. Which is why it came as a surprise when he finally approached him.

"Piccolo," Dende started, one afternoon after spending the day in Nail's room. "Why are you still here?"

"I..." he started, but only then realized he wasn't entirely sure himself. Was it just the sex he was interested in? That seemed to be at least one reason, but he couldn't go with that in front of the young man. He chose to return to his usual self. "Why wouldn't I be here? After all that bastard Nail put me through this whole month, I have to make sure he's still alive, so I can kick his ass myself."

"Is that so?" and of all things, Dende laughed at his remark. Piccolo's eyes narrowed at the sight, but surprisingly enough he got no reaction from the young Guardian. Perhaps he had really stayed too long if his host was no longer intimidated by him. Dende, however, kept talking in a low, quieter tone. "How are you feeling? Anything different after the split?"

"...Other than the lack of a voice in my head to speak to sometimes, no. Nothing different," he said, considering more a half-truth; the only real difference was the lack of another to interact with in his head, even if talking had been at the bottom of their priority list. "Why do you ask?"

"...Nail's awake," Piccolo had to contain his emotions at those words. It took every ounce of willpower to not burst out of the room and break into Nail's own, hoping to see the warrior in his same proud stance, ready for a fight and a hump. The whole idea had the warrior's blood boil with anticipation; a chance to fight against such a powerful opponent, only to later give their bodies to one another... but he contained himself, choosing to listen to Nail's words instead. "He's been awake for a while now, actually. Ever since the first day, he woke up without any problem. He's still weak and can only stay out of bed for a while, but he's slowly getting better. Still..."

"He's still..." he couldn't believe it; even if it came from Dende's mouth, he simply could not picture Nail being weak after this long. The man had been strong enough to even sacrifice himself in Namek, despite his opponent pushing him to the brink of death. That such a proud warrior was now bedridden was unthinkable. "If your healing's not enough, then try something else. Senzu beans should-

"Senzu beans won't work. They work by using your inner energy, and he doesn't have that much right now. That's not what I meant when I said weak anyway," the Guardian's voice remained calm, which Piccolo strangely found soothing and worrying at once. "When you two fought, it was so you could have the power to defeat Frieza, so your power increased by absorbing his. The fact that you feel the same as before just proves my suspicions: After the split, you kept most of the energy in your body, and Nail only got a minimal fraction, enough to reform his body and stay alive. If I had to give it a number, I'd say his power level is below 100 right now."

"Below..." he still couldn't believe it, even though it was completely logical. Foolish him for not realizing sooner, of course he was bound to feel weaker if his power was cut in half between them. The fact that he didn't should've been enough of a clue that something wasn't right, yet here he was, pining and ignoring the obvious matters.

"He's alive, but... I don't think he'll be able to fight again," the young Guardian choked for a moment before continuing. "I might be wrong, though. This is all uncharted territory, so he could get his power back, given time. With enough training and dedication, he could reach human levels of power, and perhaps higher. It's all a blank right now, where anything could happen, but right now we have no choice to keep our hopes up."

Once the initial shock vanished, Piccolo found himself still struggling to grasp the idea. Nail, the warrior he had fused with, who had given him so much power and, unknown to him, was right next to him in all those fights, rendered this weak because of him. He was truly unsure of what to say or do at this point.

"He wants to see you," Dende's words got him out of his trance. "That's why I'm here. He said he wanted to see you, talk to you. I... I think you should go, Piccolo."

As if he needed to be told as much. But even so, maintaining his image came to mind, and the warrior took towards the exit with slow steps, far unlike the anxiety he had been showing the past few days. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he was fooling no one with this sudden act of calm, but it was still better than rushing in to see the bedridden man. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to meet with him so badly that his heart was racing in his chest, far unlike anything he felt during their sessions together, and yet he somehow knew it came from the same place.

He finally reached the room. The door remained closed in front of him, tempting him to open it and mocking him for being there, all at once. Piccolo found himself frozen in place; what men of skill and power had never even dreamed possible, a single door accomplished. Something on the other side made him feel intimidated. He casually looked back down the hallway, half hoping Dende had followed him, but there was not a single soul. He was truly alone, with nothing to do but step up and meet with the warrior waiting for him inside, no matter how much he dreaded the possibilities flying around in his head. He opened the door...

At first, the light from inside the room blinded him for half a second, but he soon recovered enough to look around. It was much like his own, a window from which the sunshine filtered in, the walls pained a bright white from it, and a bed that he avoided at first. He quickly looked around at the little bits and trinkets that set this place apart from his own temporary accommodations: the tall shelves to the sides holding medicines from all around the world, some even from outside the world, from what he could see; the small table to the side of the bed where a couple open jars and pills were randomly scattered; a small stool, no doubt where Earth's Guardian sat while performing his healing duties. It was, without a doubt, a room destined to the weak and ailing, just like that other man was right now.

"Hey," he heard the voice, and that's when Piccolo realized he was stalling. He couldn't bring himself to meet with the Namekian warrior eye to eye. Why was that? Why was he so nervous to see him? He knew there was no point for those questions, and that he wouldn't get an answer by just awkwardly standing on the door, so he looked up.

And there he was, Nail, sitting on the bed and looking at him. Piccolo's eyes widened for a moment; what was in front of him was the same face, the same shamelessly shirtless, muscular and delectable Namekian body he had seen and enjoyed so much in his dreams, but it wasn't the same illusion he had grown used to. It was real. He simply knew it was real. And the more he stared at it, the more his eyes wandered across the broad chest and marked abs, the more he looked at those thick arms, the more he felt his body mix that unknown feeling with lust until he closed the door behind him. Interruptions were the last thing he wanted right now.

He slowly approached Nail's bed, his eyes only once darting towards the white sheets over his legs, playing with the idea of what he knew was hiding underneath, and how much he wanted to have a chance at it, but he immediately looked back up the moment he reached the edge of the bed, sitting on the stool next to the man. For a long while, he just stayed in silence, looking over Nail's body, half desiring it, half dreading the damage.

"...Say something," the bedridden Namekian demanded, prompting Piccolo to look up. A deep frown rested on his face, rather than the excited expression he had grown used to over the last month. It took him by surprise for a moment.

"Dende said you can't fight anymore. Hell, he says you can barely stand up," he said, hoping for some kind of reaction. He received none, however, and when he looked back up, he only saw the frown growing deeper in his face, his eyes staring at his covered legs as well. Piccolo wasn't sure he should keep going on or not. "He... said most of your power stayed in me. It makes sense."

"It makes sense that said power stayed with the great Piccolo, eh?" Nail's words made him immediately look up, wanting to correct the warrior's perception, but he once again surprised him with a smirk to match. "Isn't that what you would normally say? Or are you holding back around a weakling like me?"

"I..." Piccolo was at a loss for words. Was this a joke? Was he supposed to fall back on his smug persona and play along with Nail's actions? Or was he supposed to comfort him? And most of all, why did he care so much that it kept him from talking?

"You are holding back," once again, Nail got the best out of him, and before he could reply, the warrior was already back to staring at his own legs. His frown had lessened and his smirk stayed, but there was a certain glint behind his eyes. "The time we spent together this month, and all we did through it... That wasn't an illusion or a dream, was it? That did happen. You remember it, right?"

"...I do," clearly, he wanted to say; he cherished every second of it and he wanted to have more. But it didn't feel right to demand as much out of an ailing man.

"Then you're holding back because..." Nail cut himself short there, looking back up at the fighter before letting out a single chuckle. "Never mind. It's a good memory, I'll give you that. You were a lot better than I expected a virgin."

"And..." for some reason, the next words made Piccolo's heart race even faster, similar to those first times in his youth when he discovered his body's reactions. Some sort of deep-seated reluctance to the act. "And you're not one?"

"Of course not. I was born and raised among several other Namekians. Our species doesn't need it, like Saiyans did, but we do have urges. More than once, I was in charge of dealing with those urges when someone started feeling them," the explanation came out of his lips with such fluidity, yet Piccolo found himself growing hotter with each word, as if they were forbidden. He wasn't sure if Nail was noticing, but either way he continued. "I have my fair share of experience, you see. And I'm glad I could put it to use with you. Now... Let me see it."

"What?" Piccolo's face felt even hotter now, if such a thing was even possible. He had an idea of what the other man was referring to, and hoped he was wrong, but the way Nail blatantly stared at his crotch made it hard to think otherwise... It made a lot of things hard, in fact. "No. You don't have the strength to-

"You think I don't know that?" he said with mild annoyance. "I don't want to do anything, I know I can't. I just... I want to see it in the flesh for once, not in some hazy dream."

He said so with such yearning, and yet, through it all, his eyes never left Piccolo's member, no doubt already straining through his gi, judging from the pressure he felt. He was sure there was little left to imagination there. But he obeyed anyway; returning to his usual stoicism to try and hide the embarrassment he was suddenly assaulted with, the fighter slowly reached for the hem and pulled down, inch after inch of being revealed from the base until it sprang out on its own; his proud, erect green cock, throbbing with arousal as a pair of eyes widened at its sight , and as he could feel the hunger forming inside Nail.

"It's just as mouth-watering as I remembered," were the Namekian's first words, causing Piccolo's body to heat up again; and despite his attempts to maintain composure, his cock twitched as if to show the interest on being called 'mouth-watering'. "It's quite a sight. Now, if I could just..." and his hand abandoned the boundaries of his bed. Piccolo knew very well where it was headed, but he had no intention of making him stop.

The moment he felt Nail's fingers around his cock he actually had to hold back a whimper. It was such a familiar sensation, after all they spent together, and yet it was so completely different from everything he remembered. More intense, more real... The heat of his hand against his dick, so alien and yet so exquisite, enough to make him tremble and throb more, a few drops of pre already oozing out and falling down the hand that gave him a single gentle squeeze. It was enough for his back to go stiff, but that didn't stop Nail, who started to give him a couple strokes.

"You really wanted this, didn't you? That's why you closed the door," he was right, but he was in co much pleasure that Piccolo didn't care; he could barely hear his words with his attention taken by his member. "I wanted to do this to you as well, you know? This and more. I want to make our dreams a reality..." but as soon as he said so, his hand stopped, the fingers quickly letting go of the Namekian's rod.

"What? Why did you stop?" Piccolo said with a frown, clearly annoyed, until he saw Nail in the bed clutching his head in discomfort. "You pushed yourself, didn't you? Fool... I'll call Dende."

"Don't. You don't have to. I don't want you to leave," those words made Piccolo go hot- or rather, they made him feel warm. "You're right, I'm pushing myself. Simple things are difficult for me right now. But I should be able to give you a good time in the future, so you don't need to worry. All I need is time and training."

"What do you mean, training?" the fighter asked, despite an image already forming in his head about what kind of 'training' Nail was talking about in regards to giving him a good time.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? I can't fight anymore. But Dende also said that, with some training, I might be able to recover some of the power I lost, reach a higher power level than what I currently have," so that was the training he was talking about. Piccolo was thankful he didn't share any of his thoughts out loud before, or he would've made even more of a fool of himself. "I gave you that power, so you have a responsibility to train me until I fully recover. And in return, I'm sure you and I can have as much fun as we did this past month. It sounds like a great deal, if you ask me."

"Basically, you're saying you'll be my sex slave while I help you get stronger?" once again, he said it in the crudest way possible to try and hide the myriad of emotions coursing through him, but his cock, still out of his pants, didn't bother with hiding said emotions anyway, jumping around from the thoughts alone. Piccolo could feel the motions, of course, but crossed his arms in a vane attempt to look serious. "I'll take you up on that, then. You're in no state to do anything right now, but once you're able to walk again, I'll put you through the grinder until I make a warrior out of you again, are we clear?"

"I can hardly wait," was all Nail said back. A warrior like him must've seen his fair share of gruesome training before, so whatever Piccolo put him through would be at least something for him to expect.

Without another word, Piccolo stood up. There was no need to continue a conversation that would inevitably end up in him embarrassing himself with his unruly hormones when he had no chance of getting his urges tended to. It was far more beneficial for his pride to simply leave while he retained the image of stoicism he was known for.

"Piccolo," he turned around one last time, just to check on what the bedridden man might say to him, and only found him pointing at his crotch.

And right then, Piccolo didn't need to look down to notice his own cock, still erect and out of his pants, throbbing and leaking, shaking with each movement he took. All he did was grab and stuff it back into his pants, ignoring the mocking laughter from the warrior as he stormed out of the room.

---

The days went by. Again. By this point, Piccolo had already lost count of how long he had been in the Lookout. But he didn't mind as long as he had a chance to watch Nail's recovery up close. Unlike the days before their first chat, Dende was more open to allowing his guest and patient to interact, no doubt at Nail's request. Their conversations, usually private, tended to devolve rather quickly into flirting, mostly on the former warrior's part, but Piccolo himself was getting comfortable with the act as well, and on a few occasions returned the hints and compliments with his own cruder remarks. He made no effort in hiding from Nail that he was looking forward to owning his ass once again.

When they weren't wasting time lusting after one another, however, they talked about the last time they saw each other in person, back during Frieza's invasion, and everything that went on ever since. The Cell Games, Majin Buu's attack- Piccolo explained every major incident in detail, but got little reaction out of the Namekian; something about him being aware of everything that went on after the fusion, if only on a subconscious level. It certainly made it easy to explain why he would need to train the hardest he'd ever done so before; one more member for the Z Fighters to fight off whatever threat might come next would be appreciated by all.

Those conversations always led to other things, mainly about what kind of training they would go through together. At first Piccolo considered putting him in the same spot he put Gohan years ago, before realizing Nail was the complete opposite of the young Saiyan in that regard: He had years of experience with no power to back it up. Rather than helping him tap his potential, he would have to help him build up said potential from the ground up. That meant mostly physical training, and only once he recovered enough strength to at least be able to walk.

That's how the days went by. Again. While Piccolo could be patient when needed, it wasn't a thrilling experience when you had so much anxiety filling your head. All he wanted, and he kept surprising himself with how much he wanted it, was for Nail to get better so they could begin their training... as well as other activities together. It wasn't just the sex, however; just being around the Namekian was soothing, and day after day he found himself wandering to his room more often, watching from a distance as his treatment went on, as walking on his own two legs became easier, and silently rooting for him.

Now that he thought about it, while sitting in his room -because Dende had made it clear the room was his now-, he hadn't gone in a while. Perhaps at some point, watching him became too hard to bear. As much as he rooted for him, Nail would still sometimes fall. It wasn't a hard fall, nor did he seem in any way bothered by it; the man was patient, and as he had confessed before, the promise of training and the thrill of the fight once his recovery was over was enough to inspire him into standing up. Piccolo, on the other hand, sometimes needed a few days of rest after seeing him fall one too many times. And that's what he had been doing this time, taking time off everything to gather back his thoughts.

As he stared at the setting sun through the window, he thought about all the other things he could be doing. He could be training on his own, down in the same tundra he called home; he could be sparring against his fellow Z Fighters just for the sake of activity; he could go meet with little Gohan and visit that adorable child of his. All things he wanted to do, and that he was in no position to just because his mind was constantly elsewhere. It didn't matter what he tried, the only thing he could think of was Nail, and when he would get better. Perhaps it was time for him to go back and visit, make sure the warrior knew he was still there.

And just as he thought as much, a knock on his door caught his attention.

"You seem to be deep in thought," he recognized the voice and turned around faster than he was willing to admit. Right there, standing in his doorframe, was the muscular Namekian warrior, staring back at him with his arms crossed and a smirk. Still shirtless, Piccolo had a very clear view of his defined body, and he could already feel his loins react to it.

"Nail..." he sighed. "How are you standing up? Have you completely recovered?"

"Dende says he wants to keep an eye on me for a while, just to be sure," and without any prompt, Nail stepped forward and started flexing, his massive chest bulging out while his arms got thicker from the action. And Piccolo felt his loins fully tighten. "I'm feeling perfect, however, so he said I could start with some training now."

"I see... We should get moving, then," the fighter stood up as well, headed for the exit and hoping the other man would follow him. Just in time, really, given how much of an issue his erection was giving him; if they started training some now, he would at least have something else to put his energy into. And the sooner Nail was back on track, the better for him.

But a hand on his chest stopped him. It was a weak hand, with no pressure behind it, and he knew it would take little more than a shrug to get it off. Nail was truly a shadow of his former self. And yet, Piccolo stood still, that hand on his chest enough to keep him from moving. He just looked up at the Namekian, his frown still present, silently demanding an explanation.

"Training can wait until tomorrow," he whispered before gently guiding the fighter away from the door, closing it behind him. The two men were left to stare at each other with nothing but the setting sun in the window as background, the sky slowly turning a darker shade of blue. Piccolo remained silent, unable to find anything to say, expecting the other man to continue. "...I wanted to talk to you today. We've only been talking about training for these past few days, and we touched on the subject of what we did while connected, but there's been no discussion about what to do about that from now on."

"...What the hell are you talking about?" Piccolo feigned ignorance. Actually, his muscles were going tense, and he was making a huge effort not to swallow out of nervousness. His head was starting to get hazy, and his heart was beating so fast he thought it could reach another planet on its own.

And for the first time, of all things, Nail seemed to be in the same spot, if the way he looked away was any indication. Rather than the fighter, he was gazing out of the window, seeing the last few seconds before the sun fully dove beneath the sea of clouds and the sky turned into a dark cover outside. It was curious to Piccolo, given he was unable to look anywhere but the former warrior's body. He was enthralled by the sight alone, by the way his chest heaved with every intake of air and his muscles seemed to bulge from tension similar to his own. He wanted nothing more than to reach and touch him again, to relive their shared dreams now that they were both in the flesh.

For a second, he saw Nail's muscles flex, right before he stepped forward. Piccolo saw it all in slow motion: the warrior's hand reaching for the back of his head, their eyes connecting for one single moment, all up to the moment when their lips locked together into a deep kiss. He went stiff, eyes widening... and almost immediately they started closing, just as his body loosened. He could've stopped Nail with ease, but there was something so familiar and simultaneously alien about having their lips together like this; it was intoxicating. Rather than stopping him, Piccolo's arms surrounded the warrior's body, holding him closer until he could feel their crotches grinding, their erections pressed against one another.

Nail turned more aggressive, his tongue already pushing against Piccolo's lips until he let it inside. The way the two wrestled inside their mouths, exactly like they had in their dreams, yet so much more intense, more exquisite. Even the taste of the other man was clearer like this, and he was sure he would get addicted to it in no time.

His hands trailed the deep creases of Nail's bare back, his fingers rediscovering every spot he had found in their previous time together, as well as coming across new ones he was eager to explore with his tongue and lips. And following through, Nail's own hands reached inside his shirt, going up his torso, rubbing his abs until he found the pair of muscular pecs and gave them a good squeeze that made Piccolo groan in their kiss. A kiss that only broke for a moment for Nail to take his shirt off, only to go back into it with the same passion as before, with their naked torsos pressed together.

The two men soon fell on the bed, their lips refusing to split apart again, their bodies going hard against one another, quickly covered in a light layer of sweat, all while restless hands wandered down each other's muscles until reaching the hem of their pants. While Nail playfully trailed them, Piccolo had little patience for such games, pulling them down in one go and exposing the other man, his hands immediately reaching and squeezing his cheeks, spreading them and reaching in to toy with his hole to his heart's content, pushing a finger that slipped in with surprising ease. Nail let out a grunt that once again broke their kiss, but Piccolo didn't stop, pushing as far as his knuckle and watching the once proud warrior now writhe under his touch.

He took the chance. Between his now superior strength and Nail's distraction, it was easy for Piccolo to toss him on the bed, kneeling above him and admiring the beauty that was his body. It was perfection, just as he had seen it in his dreams before; muscles set in perfect anatomy, a body that spoke of years of training and hard work, all for him to take and do as he pleased. Remembering their time together, Piccolo finished taking his pants off, tossing them on the ground just as his erect member flopped on Nail's chest, already leaking and letting out a thin trail that the Namekian tried to reach for.

But Piccolo had other ideas. Before he could have a chance at his cock, the fighter stood up and turned around, his eyes now landing on Nail's own member throbbing and yearning for release. Piccolo wondered how it would feel like in his mouth, if the taste would be different than it was in their minds, but he had other things to take care of first. Thanks to this position, just as he had a new view of his partner's body, so did Nail face a muscular green ass; one that quickly sat down on his face, already aiming for his mouth and shaking slightly. The warrior took the cue right away and for the first time in weeks, Piccolo felt his long, slippery tongue force its way inside him, his entire body shivering in bliss as he let out a low moan.

With knees trembling and his back begging for a stretch, the fighter leaned forward, almost aiming for the hard, flopping dick right in front of him. How he wanted to engulf it completely, enjoy the powerful, masculine essence of his lover while his ass was eaten with gusto. He held it between his fingers, fascinated by the new sensations, the furious throbbing, the glistening drops of pre that made their way out of the slit before falling down its length, sticking to his hands delectably. He was only a push away from putting it in his mouth, but the constant wriggling of a wet appendage deep in his hole kept him on edge, distracting him from any task. It was such a delicious feeling, and Nail's skill was even greater than he remembered from his dreams; enough to make his toes curl next to the warrior's head just as he pulled him back to bury himself deeper inside him. Yes, Piccolo wanted that cock, but even more he wanted to give his lover the same kind of pleasure he was receiving.

He ignored it, letting it flop to the side as his neck stretched forward, leaning between the pair of thick thighs; suddenly, the idea of his head being encased by them appealed to him, and he would've offered it had he not been craving a reward far greater. There, buried deep within the valley formed by Nail's cheeks, he could see the tight, expecting pucker he had filled up so many times before. It was practically begging him to go in, and the way Nail's tongue kept going deeper inside him felt like the man was pushing him into doing it. And he didn't want to disappoint.

Piccolo dove in. And for the first second, he was in such ecstasy he could feel his member twitch against the other man's chest, pre oozing like mad. The pressure, the way that hole tightened around his tongue and practically sucked him in, the overwhelmingly delicious musk that invaded his nostrils, was all too much for him, but he nonetheless did his best to push in, inch after inch of taken and pressed while he could feel the legs around him shiver, much like his own had done before. The moment he started hearing Nail's deep grunts and moans, feeling the vibration around his tongue in his own ass, he knew he was doing it right.

Ah, but he didn't need any outside confirmation; he was extremely pleased himself, buried deep inside the man and loving every second of it. Whatever pride kept him from engaging on things out of an image of stoicism was soon thrown out the window, and his face pushed against the pair of plump cheeks. No matter what, he just needed to go further inside, to make the warrior under him tremble in delight as he ravaged the banquet that was his ass. And Nail seemingly thought the same, as he kept pulling Piccolo to get his tongue further in as well. His hands had landed on a thick thigh each, and they squeezed and groped harder the more he felt his hole being invaded by such skilled appendage.

It was absolute bliss, and Piccolo could feel his entire body slowly being set on fire from the sensations alone. Somewhere inside his hole was that sweet spot that Nail's tongue reached every once in a while, poking it, giving it a quick, nice lick that made his member twitch and spurt ropes of pre all over the Namekian's chest; whenever he was pressed against it and his hardened dick grinded against the slick skin and those rough muscles, he could feel it all sticking to his own, coating his abs and crotch in the fluid, no doubt linking them together. He could feel it all over him, getting thicker, sticking more, all as his balls started growing taut with every lick, threatening to empty themselves right then.

"Wait," he said after pulling out of Nail's ass, almost out of breath, and despite his lover's attempts at keeping him in place, he easily got free of his hold, sitting back on the bed next to him. The two of them were panting messes, their bodies coated in his pre after such generous grinding, and he could even feel some of Nail's on the back of his neck, where that green member had been resting so far. "Fuck me."

"What?" Nail asked, barely able to understand anything going on around him after such a session, but Piccolo didn't pay him mind. One thought was all it took for his eyes to dart over to the dripping manhood, pulsating with power, need, heat... He couldn't contain himself and before Nail could say anything else, he was already down, half of that length inside his mouth, his tongue rolled around it, playing with the tip until its owner started moaning out loud. The taste was... he had no words for it, but he started bobbing up and down anyway, wanting to have as much of him inside as possible. It was only a couple seconds, however, before he pulled out, licking his lips in a strange mix of satisfaction and need.

"I don't want it to end... I want it to last..." he said between breaths, watching Nail with one arm over his eyes, sighing in pleasure. "Or at least... I want it to end with a bang," and with that, he got down on all floors, ass aimed at his companion's direction, while he bit his lip in anticipation.

He stared at the wall, refusing to let his eyes wander anywhere else. Was it out of nerves? Perhaps. The point was that he saw nothing, but rather felt the bed under him creak as Nail's body shifted around. All he needed was the weight to know that the man was now kneeling behind him, and the pair of hands gently caressing his hips were all the confirmation he needed. Soon, with yet another strange mix of dread and yearn, he felt the solid piece of flesh rub against his hole, squeeze between his cheeks as it kept pouring pre all over, getting him slick and prepared.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" Nail asked, and with a frown, Piccolo nodded. He didn't need an interrogation, he needed his cock inside, but Nail wouldn't commit. "The first time always hurts. And I've got quite a monster here, if I do say so myself. I don't want to hurt you-

"I can take it! I've had arms ripped off, I'm sure I can take a cock inside my ass!" for a while he couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, but his hormone-riddled brain forced him to focus on other things; namely, the growing itch to have something buried deep inside him, filling him up. "I... need it, ok? It's my first time, but I know I need it. I don't want this pleasure to end just yet, I want to enjoy and extend it as much as possible, and I need you inside me to do that. Besides, if I'm losing it to anyone..." he cut his own words shut, almost as if he suddenly realized what they were. "You seemed like you enjoyed it! So, I want to see what's it all about. What makes it so special."

For a moment, there was no answer. Piccolo worried something he said may have offended the warrior, or that he may be considering whether or not he truly wanted to have a go at his virgin ass; from what little he knew, it was a chance most men would jump at, so why was he having any second thoughts? It could only mean he had done something wrong to incite such.

But surprising him yet again, all Nail did was let out a mirthful laugh, one that almost made the embarrassed Piccolo turn around; the only thing stopping him from it was said embarrassment at whatever expression he might make in response to it. He was left with no choice but to hear Nail's voice, while feeling his face grow hotter from shame. Anyone else and he would've punched them in the nose and stormed out, but when the Namekian's voice started dying out, Piccolo felt a strange relief, quickly followed by the assurance of his hips being rubbed and held in place by the warrior's experienced hands.

Not a single word was shared between them afterwards. Nail's fingers tenderly caressed the edges of Piccolo's muscles, reaching down to rub his abs, trail the lines in his defined body, make him tremble before returning to the back, softly yet firmly holding him in place. Piccolo shivered with every inch of skin that felt his touch, his body burning with need... Need that he started to feel fulfilled as the hardened member rubbed against his tight hole once again. Claws sank on the sheets and he braced himself, arching back slightly to try and get it in him already, only for Nail to pull back just as much. A quick glance back and he saw the warrior staring at him with a serious frown, much like what he would expect to see on an opponent's face, but the hungry glint behind his eyes told a different story. Whether it was out of desire or experience, however, it was clear that he would be the one setting the pace here.

He went back to staring at the wall, his body growing tense but staying still. Far as he could remember, he had never been on all four; he had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was that very same feeling what brought him an unspeakable amount of anxious need right now. As soon as he felt the hot tip against his pucker again, his back arched, followed by a shiver from the sudden cool that ran down his taint. Nail's pre, he was sure of it, and it felt so strangely fantastic around his hole. The Namekian warrior oozed what felt like gallons of it to Piccolo, coating the ring between his cheeks, spreading it with his tip so much that he was practically leaving a trail across his ass.

The first thing he did that made the fighter truly tremble, however, was when he squeezed those very same cheeks together, his hard rod pressed between them, pushing through while his length rubbed against the expectant hole. At first, Piccolo bit his lower lip to keep the moans in; how on Earth was this good? He had no idea why, when his insides were yearning, screaming to spread at the Namekian cock, having it tease his hole made him feel so amazing that his own manhood started twitching like mad. But as soon as Nail's grunts reached his ears, he stopped caring about the how and started to simply enjoy it, letting his moans freely fill the room.

But once again, he didn't have much time to enjoy this new activity. Nail seemed to enjoy teasing him most out of anything, and as soon as he got into the hotdogging, he pulled out, leaving his ass a sticky mess of pre linking both cheeks together. Piccolo was about to complain, maybe even get into a fight with him if it came to it, before feeling the familiar tip once again. Only this time, it pushed further in, pressing against his ass just as it showed resistance. The sensation wasn't what he expected it to be at first, only to realize that this tearing pain made sense; he was getting open from the outside, and by a thick monster cock, no less. For a second, he considered-

It didn't matter. The moment the tip pushed inside, any and every thought left Piccolo's mind, only to be substituted by searing pain coursing through his body. It lasted a single second, and it didn't pack the punch that his usual fights left him with, but it somehow was enough to push a sharp scream out of his throat, followed by his teeth clenching and his hands balling into fists. And it was just the tip. He was aware enough to know that this was barely less than an inch of what Nail had to offer, yet he couldn't bring himself to think as much when his asshole was being tore apart for the first time. But at the same time, there was something, a voice in the back of his head, similar to Nail's and yet so different, that told him heaven was on the other side of this pain.

"Let me know if you want me to pull out," Nail said just as he kept pushing his manhood in, making Piccolo feel the full girth, every inch, both long and around, as they spread him wide for the first time in his life. It was a burning sensation unlike anything he had felt before, but he endured it, convinced that if his own dick had managed to make the other man feel so good, then this would be eventually rewarded as well. "Fuck... You're pretty damn tight..." that and Nail seemed to be having a good time on his own, if his groans and moans were anything to go by.

By the time his cock was buried halfway in, Piccolo could swear he was feeling it up to his chest. It was morbidly bigger than he ever expected, and the way it kept pushing in, forcing its way inside him, pushing every bit of flesh to carve its way inside... It was much the same as he did when he was the one on top, when his actions had made Nail scream in delight, yet he found himself on a very different spot. And yet, more and more kept pushing in, spreading, opening him, being almost unbearable... until the tip reached that sweet spot.

Suddenly, the pain vanished- or rather, it mixed with a surprising surge of pleasure that sprouted from that one spot being rubbed, coursing through his body like a wildfire and making him tremble in absolute, unexpected bliss. He was on all fours, and yet he could feel his knees and arms start to give in, threatening to make him fall from the sheer pleasure alone; he would be left with his ass pointing up, practically an offering to his fellow Namekian, and he found himself craving the idea just as much as he suddenly craved for more of that magnificent piece of meat to push in and keep pressing against his prostate.

"Damn... You took it all in one go," Nail said, a single sigh leaving his mouth while his hands rubbed the plump cheeks so close to his thighs. Piccolo could barely understand his words, drowning in his own hormones as he was, his brain a haze from these new sensations, but he could clearly feel the touch, his every nerve lit up and taking in every single input, and wanting to have more of it.

The cock moved inside him again, and a long moan slurred its way out of his mouth, before turning into a groan as he realized it was pulling out. The contact between Nail's cock and his sweet spot ended, and the pleasure immediately started to go down, soon turning into little more than a vague lingering sensation, a shadow of what it had once been. He wanted more; he needed more! He was about to demand more, actually, when Nail pushed back inside, his member spreading him open once again, faster this time, pushing through in a few mere seconds and hitting his prostate with more power than before. It made Piccolo shake all over, another moan rumbling from deep in his chest as he felt his cock twitch in a mix of excitement and demand. His body still wanted more.

He was barely conscious at this point, turned more into a beast of lust than the proud Namekian fighter he usually was; he could barely register Nail setting the pace, just as he had silently promised he would, his hips pushing and smacking against Piccolo's ass, faster with each second and each thrust that went by, each one reaching all the way inside without issue and ramming its way on the man's ass. Piccolo was at a loss of words, and his world had turned into only the fountain of bliss making its way through his body, straight from his ass, and the constant spreading that heralded it. The pain had long disappeared, leaving only the absolute delight.

His limbs finally caved in and his body fell limply on the bed, except for his ass being held in place by the warrior's hands, cock forcing its way inside him at incredible speeds. Piccolo's ass, virgin or not, was proving extremely open at the idea of being invaded by Nail's member; a few humps in and it was no longer opposing resistance of any kind, instead practically sucking his cock back in each time he pulled out for another ram.

"Are you sure... you've never done this before...?" Nail managed to ask between breaths, slowly leaning forward until his lips were next to Piccolo's face. The fighter wasn't paying attention, focused on his pleasure, clenching whenever he had the chance and getting another grunt out of his lover's mouth. A single kiss was left in his cheek and he knew he was doing something right. "You are too... good at this... for a virgin... Fuck, I'm close..."

Those words alone were enough to get Piccolo excited. With what little sense he had gotten back, or perhaps working through more instinct than he thought at first, he clenched again, pulling in and then back out, getting Nail's cock to rub against his prostate furiously while trying his utmost to milk him. But the man wasn't having any of that, and he got his own pace back, hips pushing against ass loudly, hands holding Piccolo even higher, cock pushing deeper, harder...

One last thrust, followed by a powerful roar, and for the first time Piccolo felt the geyser of hot seed shooting deep inside him, his hole soon overflowing as his prostate was attacked with the high pressure from each shot. The bliss was impossible; he had no words to describe the intensity of everything he was feeling, the way his body seemed to be complete now; instead, he could only yell, moan and scream in incredible delight, hands clenching as he was filled to the brim and his entire body shivered from it.

And just like their first night together, Piccolo felt his own balls go taut, his body no longer able to hold back from the intense pleasure. He looked down just in time to see his cock tremble and shoot his own massive load; rope after rope of hot, sticky cum forcing its way out of his member and falling on the white sheets underneath, quickly forming a puddle. The sight was framed by both, his own legs and Nail's, which kept shaking as he kept pushing and ramming his girth inside his ass, cum being pushed out by the pressure until Piccolo could feel it running down his taint and falling on the sheets as well, soon joining the puddle his own had made. And with each thrust, yet another rope of his own load made its way out of his member, literally pushed out of him, as if to make way for Nail's own seed.

Finally, after what felt like hours of humping, Nail stopped with one last, rough hump; and just as much, Piccolo let out one final rope that fell on the bed with a splat. The Namekian was left panting and staring at the work of art his body had apparently done under him, only now noticing the layer of sweat covering his body. But his thoughts were once again led elsewhere by a thick rod pulling out of his hole, taking with it enough cum to pour out of his ass. That was followed by two things: the gaping sensation of his ass having turned into a giant cave, and the heavy thud of another muscular body falling next to him, making the bed creak.

Nail stared at him, a tired smile on his face and his prominent chest rising slowly with every breath he took. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, and seeing them made Piccolo realize his own exhaustion, prompting him to fall on the bed as well, his crotch landing on the puddle of seed left under him, now coating his softening member. Both Namekians were tired, panting, gazing upon one another as they shared their afterglow, until Piccolo leaned forward to plant another kiss on the warrior's lips, quickly turning into a passionate, rough moment when their tongues aggressively wrestled one another. The moment they broke apart, as they panted even harder to try and catch their breath, Piccolo surprised even himself by going down, resting his head on top of the other man, his chest an excellent pillow.

"You were... incredibly hungry for a virgin," Nail said; for some reason, it made Piccolo feel proud. "I mean, it's not... the first time I take someone's virginity. But it's the first time a virgin gives me such a good time."

"I'm not that much of a virgin after all the sex we had while still together," he answered, and the two men shared a chuckle at the thought. "It's... interesting to think we were once fused. And now, you're here..."

Those were his words, each one lower than the last. Whether Nail gave him an answer or not, he had no idea; before he could hear anything else, his eyelids had already closed, far too heavy to keep up, even if it meant no longer looking at the Namekian's face. For the first time in... he didn't remember how long, Piccolo fell asleep out of tiredness, on top of this powerful, muscular body he had found himself so attached to.

---

The next morning, when the sun came up, when its rays entered through the windows all over the manor and the halls illuminated, one such ray happened upon the room where the two men had shared a night together. It fell right on top of Piccolo's face, his expression unusually calm, relaxed, suddenly tarnished by a frown as he stirred awake.

The previous night was a blur in his mind; a group of barely connected images that slowly took form in his memories as he took in his surroundings. The room, the sea of clouds under the Lookout, all things he had grown used to in the recent months. It was the green, muscular body next to him what was a new sight, but one that he received with joy. A smile formed on his lips while he looked at Nail, shocking him... he immediately stopped, his usual frown returning as he looked away.

Carefully, he got up from the bed, always glancing back to make sure his partner remained asleep. The last thing he wanted was to wake him up after the night they shared. The memories kept coming back, one by one piling up in his head, forming moving images that he recalled with shocking interest. He reached for his abs and crotch at one such memory, confirming the presence of dried out cum in his body, and absentmindedly taking the chance to grab his own member, a few gentle strokes just to feel it rise, to feel the blood slowly rushing into it as the heat from his own palm made the seed stick to his fingers.

But he stopped. Despite his own body's complains and demands, he let go of his length and stood there, watching the still hardened cock throb furiously, in need of attention. It took him a few seconds to realize it was the sight itself what aroused him, and he looked away in the hope that it would make his boner die away, instead staring at the now sticky hand he had used to hold it. Try as much as he may, he couldn't keep from licking, tasting the lingering seed his body had to offer, and relish in the overwhelmingly powerful flavor of his own masculinity. Soon enough he was sticking up to two fingers at once, sucking them clean of any trace of his juices while his eyes rolled back into his skull from the intensity of the memories that flavor ignited in him.

And just as soon, he was pulling them out. That was twice now that he fell victim to his own arousal, unable to keep his composure in the face of the new sensation. A single, deep breath... and he could already feel his member going down, after which he shut it out of his mind. The less he saw of it, the better.

He headed for the bathroom instead. It still amazed him how much Dende was willing to put in the Lookout for the sake of hypothetical guests, or perhaps it had been done by Kami before him, but he wasn't about to argue when he needed a shower so badly; even ignoring the patches of dry cum clinging to his skin, the sweat from the night before was enough to make him crave some cleansing. He opened it, the already hot water pouring down on his body, making his muscles loosen up as a pleased sigh left his lips. His hands focused on scrubbing his crotch, the leftovers from their night of passion quickly rolling down the drain; the touch alone made his member stir, but he willed it into staying down, trying his best to center his mind into something else.

"Do you need company?" something else said. Piccolo looked over his shoulder at Nail, the broader Namekian leaning on the doorframe and looking at him, at his naked body through the thin layer of steam that covered it. He tried his best to give his colder frown, but Nail's grin was evidence that he was failing.

"I'm fine," a curt answer was ideal, and he went back to his own body. Only then could he notice that his member was once again growing hard, and he soon shifted around to keep it hidden from the other man. "When I'm done here, we'll begin your training. Get ready. And get a shower as well, I don't need the smell."

"That's how we're going to leave things then?" Nail whispered. Whether he meant Piccolo to hear him or not didn't matter, as the fighter's senses were developed enough for him to pick up on every single word, as well as the tone coming with them. He glanced out of curiosity, knowing he would regret it one way or another, and saw Nail looking down, his grin traded for a frown of his own, before leaving the bathroom.

It was for the best, Piccolo thought. They should focus on his training, on getting him back on his former level and ready for whatever crisis hit this unlucky planet next. Personal pleasures would come after that. And yet... there was a void in his stomach, a gut-wrenching feeling that kept telling him to fix things.

Another sigh escaped him. Later. That would have to come later.

---

A punch. Followed by a jab, and then a high kick. Then a turn and another flurry of punches, coupled with more kicks to confuse the opponent. It was perfect.

After a shower and making themselves presentable once again, Piccolo and Nail had left the room they shared that night, the former trying his best not to think about what their hosts would ask once they realized as much. There was a heavy silence between the two men that he tried his best to ignore as they went through the manor's hallway, headed for the Lookout's gardens; he focused on the training plans currently forming in his head instead. But no matter how much he planned, it would mean nothing without an idea of where Nail stood right now, which is exactly why he made the man perform in front of him.

And it was perfect. The experience remained both, in his mind and his body, and Piccolo saw it all clearly; his form, his reach, his attacks were all perfect in execution, and his speed showed the skill of a seasoned warrior. But even from a distance he could tell that, for all their perfection, there was no real strength behind any of his hits. Those kicks and punches could probably knock out an average adult human, but they would do nothing against the stronger ones he knew, and even less against Earth's enemies should they ever appear again. He realized just now what Dende meant when he said the Namekian was weak.

And yet, Piccolo found himself unable to tear his eyes away from him. A warrior to the core, Nail must've been aware of his own shortcomings as well; it would be foolish to think he wasn't aware of how weak he was right now. But he kept throwing punch after punch, not letting the lack of power harm his enthusiasm or his dedication in any way. It was admirable... and the way his body moved, muscles tense from the exertion, a light layer of sweat making them shine with the sunlight as he attacked, as his chest puffed out with every hit, as his legs spread widely...

Piccolo looked away again the exact moment he felt his member stir in his pants again. Why did it have to keep happening? Yes, Nail was... attractive, he might as well admit it, but... But what, exactly? What kept him from admitting and embracing these new feeling outside of sex?

"How was that?"

Piccolo's head shot upwards when he heard the voice, seeing Nail in front of him, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. The way his chest rose with every intake, becoming larger, plumper, at arm's length and perfect for the taking, was enough of a distraction, as if the fighter's own thoughts weren't making a good enough job of that. He ignored everything, however, to put his mind on the question asked of him. He was a trainer right now.

"Right. It was good," he admitted, getting a cocky grin out of his impromptu student. That sudden smugness was somehow alien on the otherwise serious man, but it only added to his appeal. "Um... You're still a warrior. Your body remembers the moves. They're just worthless as you are right now."

"You've never been one to mince on words, have you?" he said, his grin unwavering and his stare held towards the fighter. Yet Piccolo couldn't help but feel a hint of irony in his voice. Perhaps they should tal- "What's the plan, then?"

"The what- Right! Right..." to be caught off guard like this was unusual and unfamiliar for the Namekian fighter, and looking at Nail's expression didn't help things. He was starting to notice how difficult it was for him to read him, to know what was coursing through his mind. It was a far cry from the serious warrior he remembered... "We... need to raise your power level. Train you until you have enough ki to manipulate again. Hell, you probably can't even fly right now. You'll have to build it back up from the ground; it'll take a lot of meditation, and you should keep building your body up while you're at it."

"I figured it would be something like that, to be honest. I have a different idea, though," he reached forward and Piccolo's eyes widened the moment his hand landed on his crotch, outlining his cock just as it hardened from the touch alone, grabbing it through the fabric and giving it a couple squeezes. "What if I just suck my energy out of you?"

"You..." Piccolo's teeth clenched and his eyes sharpened, trying his best to look angry and hide the growing interest on the activities Nail proposed. It took an incredible amount of willpower to push the other man's hand away. "You weren't like this back in Namek. What's the matter with you? Was your brain damaged during the split?"

"I didn't hear you complaining when I was in your mind. You loved every chance to have your body played with, didn't you?" Nail teased, and Piccolo had to admit he wasn't entirely wrong. He himself was partially wondering what the difference was now that made him feel so conscious about it; he knew there was something, but couldn't quite put his finger on what. "I think it might be because of the split."

"...You," Piccolo froze, "can read my mind?"

"Nothing so specific. At best I can get an inkling of what you're feeling. Might be a lingering connection from when we were fused," was Nail's explanation. It made sense, naturally, but it still worried Piccolo to know that someone else was still inside his mind. Nail, on his side, seemed more interested in tending to his partner's concerns. "To answer your question, there might have been a few traits I copied from you during the split."

"And you think that's an excuse? I've never been a fucking pervert!" Piccolo almost growled the answer, but the warrior remained unfazed.

"No. But you've also never cared about whether others see you as a villain or not, which is why you always allow yourself to be as crass as possible. That's what I got from you, that lack of care for social conventions," and without stopping his words, Nail cut the distance between them just as he, once again, grabbed Piccolo's member through his pants. "I am a pervert, though. Back in Namek I was tasked with easing whatever sexual need someone else had, remember? As the strongest one around, others were naturally attracted to me during those times. And you know, when you have so much sex, you start appreciating it."

His words stopped when he leaned forward, looking for Piccolo's lips and letting his own to rest over them. The soft kiss quickly turned rougher as they opened up, allowing each other in, their hands squeezing whatever they were holding, whether it was muscle or an erect manhood through fabric. Piccolo let out a moan in their kiss and just as suddenly was pinned against the manor's wall. The kiss broke and he opened his eyes just in time to see Nail go down, his face no longer blocking the vast expanse of the sky and the sea of clouds surrounding the floating island. It wasn't the first time he engaged into any sort of public indecency, but that same different thing he couldn't quite put his finger on was what made this one time so exciting.

He never looked down. He just felt his pants being pulled to his ankles, his erection jumping out in freedom, the breeze hitting it before a familiar hand held it in place and it was engulfed in one go by the same mouth he remembered from his dreams. He did nothing but moan in delight as he once again felt that skilled tongue roll around his tip, play with his slit and trail his veins, each pulsing with power and life as they demanded to be treated. And expertly, Nail went all the way down in his first swallow, his nose pressing against the Namekian's crotch and his lips kissing the base. How he didn't gag was beyond Piccolo's understanding, but he wasn't complaining in the least.

Unlike the previous night, there was no easing in. From the get go, Nail assaulted his length with intense hunger and ability, bobbing up and down without a care in the world. Piccolo could only let out moan after moan, his back pressed against the wall while his hips started moving without his control, humping in synch with the other man's movements until he was properly facefucking him. His hot rod shoved in and out, the slurping sound clearly reaching his ears and making him tremble with increasing arousal. A quick glance down and he caught glances of his own member, flesh coated in a nice layer of shining drool that made him grow hotter.

There was really no point holding back. Between heavy breaths and grunts, Piccolo reached enough clarity to hold the Namekian's head in place and started ramming his cock deep inside his throat, balls slapping against his chin while he cried out in excitement. The way his tip would go all the way and rub against the back of his throat made Piccolo shiver, and more than once he held Nail in place, face pressed against his body while he just relished on the feeling of his throat contracting around the hardened cock.

Finally, and without a care in the world, the fighter let out a powerful roar as his massive load burst out of him, and he could feel it start to flood around his member while Nail's mouth filled up. The former warrior showed off his skill then, quickly swallowing each shot and still putting in the effort to make his tongue roll around Piccolo's member, making him shiver in absolute joy. Without warning, he held his head down again, his entire manhood covered by the warm insides of his mouth just as he kept shooting like mad, rope after rope of hot seed landing on Nail's throat and rolling all the way down to his stomach.

And after a few glorious, exquisite seconds, it was over. Piccolo leaned back on the wall to keep his feeble knees from falling to the ground, and let his cock lazily flop out of Nail's mouth, only for it to lightly smack the warrior's chin. A playful chuckle escaped Piccolo's lips.

"Is that better?" Nail asked, followed by a playful lick on the manhood's tip, before falling back on the floor, looking at Piccolo from his sitting position. The tired Namekian could do nothing but nod in approval, getting yet another grin from his partner as he licked his lips clean. "Good... You know, I don't mind leaving things at just sex and training. If you need to get your rocks off, just come and ask, I'm used to it. Just don't shut me out."

"Sex and training...?" Piccolo heard him clearly, and the deal itself was exactly what he was interested out of the entire situation. Just like Nail said, someone to get his rocks off with, and then help him become a fellow fighter. It seemed like the perfect proposal. "Yeah... That sounds like a fine deal."

If it seemed perfect, why did it feel wrong? That and many other things coursed through his mind as he pulled his pants back up ensuring that his softening member was completely out of sight. And as he did, Nail was already up and walking away from him, back to the same spot he had started from and keeping up his attacks. Just punches and kicks with no strength behind them. Meanwhile, Piccolo himself was trying to fight back the urge to fall asleep after such an intense orgasm, fast or nor; where on Earth did Nail get the energy to keep his training up after-

Ah... Piccolo realized that he hadn't cum. Was it because giving head didn't get him hard? That seemed implausible, to be honest. For a moment, Piccolo thought about walking up to him and offer a hand, literally, to ease his arousal, but the warrior was already back on his pace and there was no point in interrupting him for that, was there? At least... that's what the Namekian man felt was right.

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"Ah! Ahhh! Harder! Faster!" Nail kept moaning. And behind him, Piccolo listened, obedient. His hard cock pushed further in with increased speed. His hips smacked hard against the Namekian's ass, the clapping sound all around them. And while he remained focused on the muscular back, Nail stared at the sky in front of them, at the edge of the island.

The months had gone by again. Piccolo, despite his instincts telling him otherwise, decided to respect his partner's choice. During all this time, they stuck to training and sex. Hours would go by between the two as they traded blows, in every sense of the word.

Nail's growth was surprising. In a matter of weeks, his power level had consistently gone up by what Piccolo assumed were the hundreds. And then, it suddenly stopped. It was surprising, yes, but it wasn't outstanding in the least. Even as an infant, Gohan could've defeated him easily. What they, at first, hoped would be the first few steps towards recovering his full power turned out to be a mere burst of growth. Dende said the original lack of power may had been a side effect of the split, and that this was his body's default power level, much lower than what he had in his prime, likening it to that of an average Namekian his age.

Piccolo realized that, for all his experience and all the training they could do, it was back to square one. In order to reach the level he died with, Nail would have to either spend a second life to build it up all over again, or they would have to amp the intensity. What followed was training so intense, the Lookout would've been under threat had Mr. Popo not ordered them to leave during their sessions. Of note was that time Piccolo kicked him off the island to force him into flying again; Nail was sure he would've died crashing against the ground if he hadn't, as his trainer made no move to keep close to him at any moment.

But for all the rough treatment, there was always a flipside. The exhaustion may have been incredible, and the sparring may have been closer to actual death matches, but it all spiced the more risqué activities they often engaged on. Whether it was the adrenaline or some other delusion, post-training sex never disappointed. They never even bothered finding an empty room, simply pulling down their pants, no matter where they were, and going hard at one another. Hands would grope, squeeze, pull and stroke like mad before lips and ass continued.

And one such session is how they ended up like this. As soon as their fight was over, all it took was one look at each other's heavy, sweaty bodies before they jumped into it. And now, in the middle of the Lookout's gardens, Nail was in all fours screaming at his trainer for more, wanting his cock buried deeper inside him. And Piccolo obeyed. Thrust after thrust, his length was constantly squeezed by the eager insides. He pulled out only to be sucked back in. His hips were a blur from the sheer speed he put on each hit. And Nail's moans were like music to his ears, his entire body telling him to hump harder and push more out of the warrior.

With one final thrust, Piccolo let a growl turn into a scream. His balls slapped hard against the green taint before his shaking member let out another geyser of hot seed deep inside Nail's ass. How many loads he had buried inside the Namekian today, he didn't remember, but it was enough that it spilled through the cracks his cock left around the spread hole. And it was enough for him to finally get tired, he thought as his body fell limply on top of the warrior. Soon enough, the weight made the two men fall to the ground together, with nothing but tired laughter from Nail to fill in the silence.

"That felt nice..." was all he said. It was all he ever said. By now, Piccolo had taken it as his cue to pull out and letting the warrior leave. A sort of safe word, or command, that always made him feel guilty. But no matter what, Nail would always pull his pants up and smile back at him. "Today I feel like having a stroll on my own. I want to get familiar with the planet's terrain in case something else attacks."

That one was rare, but it also happened. Sometimes, Nail would jump off the Lookout and fly down to the surface, usually on the same pretense. Piccolo could more or less notice he wanted to be left alone, however. And just as he took off, the fighter was, once again, left with nothing but a sigh. What was it that made him feel so... What was he feeling in the first place? A sort of void, like a pressure in his chest...

Another sigh. He looked down and his manhood had already gone flaccid. A familiar shame started creeping up his back as he pulled his pants up, and he made his way back into the manor. As always, he was greeted by empty hallways; the entire thing was too big for the only two permanent residents, but Piccolo didn't complain about the lack of prying eyes burying into his shameful visage.

Yet, he somehow ended up in the one room where such eyes could be. He looked up at the unfamiliar shelves, stacked on top of one another and reaching so far up, they seemed endless. It was impossible, given the house's size, but very few things were impossible for Earth's Guardian, as the Namekian had come to know. Each shelf was crammed beyond belief with books on a variety of topics, some of which he had never even heard of before. They all seemed ready to burst out, and Piccolo would've loved to see them do as much, before he landed on the one other inhabitant in the room.

Right in front of him, sitting on an old oak desk, was Dende. The young Guardian seemed to remain unaware of his presence, or the world at large really, engrossed on the documents and books surrounding him. He always had that bit of a curious streak, which Piccolo hoped would let him step back in silence and leave undet-

"What is it, Piccolo?" the fighter had to stop just as he was tiptoeing his way out. Just the thought of how ridiculous he must've seen was enough to make him red with embarrassment. He wasn't even sure why his body had brought him over on its own. "Is it about Nail?"

Piccolo's body did something odd after hearing the name. A strange mix of growing stiff and loosening up, all in one swift motion. Whatever it was, it was clear that Nail was the trigger, just as he had feared before. With yet another silent sigh, he turned around, meeting with Dende's tranquil eyes. It never ceased to amaze him how different he was from Kami before him.

"...Why would it be about Nail?" he tried to keep his cool. The only way he could've known about him and Nail was that they had been caught. He'd rather hear it from him first, however, not to otherwise screw himself over.

"Nail told me as soon as he came back," that took Piccolo by surprise. "He told me about everything. The link, the... s-sex... It's really uncommon among Namekians; I've never wanted any. He has been telling me about you two these past few months as well."

That same sensation again. On one hand, it was horribly embarrassing to know his private time was such an open book for anyone, but especially their host who probably was aware all along that every inch of his home was being defiled. On the other, it was an immense relief to know the struggle wasn't for him to bear alone. The strange feeling, the guilt that had been riddling him lately, finally found an outlet.

"I don't know..." he started, only to stop almost instantly. He had no idea what he was even feeling, so how was he supposed to put his thoughts into words? "I don't know anything, really."

"Am I to play couple's therapist to you?" Dende whispered between his teeth before going back at his guest. "Well, Nail is angry, for starters."

"Why the hell is he angry? We fuck every single day! And I'm wearing my ass off to help him get his power back!" the sudden outburst took Piccolo himself by surprise almost as much as it took the Guardian, but despite the awareness, he didn't go down. "He has everything he asked for! Who does he think he is!?"

"Uh... You really are like Goku, aren't you?" he was shooting daggers at the young Guardian after those words left his mouth, but Dende didn't seem to care. "It's not just about the sex; you two had a connection. Literally, you were a single being; you've shared a lot. And you see, when he talks about you, Nail gets this glint in his eyes and this distant tone, like he's dreaming about you. I can tell he cares about you deeply. And... This is just based on my knowledge about Earthling emotions, but I think he just wants you to feel the same way, and to show it as well."

"What... You mean, like Gohan?" the fighter asked as the first thing that came to mind was the young Saiyan he trained for so long, who came to admire him. Other than the sex, his situation and Nail's were similar. "Because I do care for him. Should I treat Nail the same-

"No! No, it's not the same! Don't be dumb!" for the first time in his life, Piccolo felt the true blazing heat of being scolded. He immediately slumped back, letting a frustrated Guardian continue. "Gohan sees you as a father figure, and you treat him almost like a son. That, you got covered. Nail sees you differently... Probably the same way you see him."

"The same..." Piccolo, once again, had no idea what to say afterwards.

"...How do you see him?" Dende finally asked.

"I told you, I don't know. I can't even put it into words."

"Try."

"I..." he had no idea what the Guardian's insistence was about, but even more pressing was finding the right terms to explain. Nail, and what was it about him that made him feel something so odd, so unfamiliar, were a topic that had eluded him all this time. "I like him... I guess? I don't mind being around him, it's kind of soothing. The sex is amazing, but I also feel good when we train or just sit around doing nothing. And... Dammit, um... I like training with him. Seeing him grow so much the first few weeks made me feel so proud and happy."

"You... haven't told him any of that, have you?" Dende's words felt like a stab on his gut. "He hasn't mentioned anything about that. He actually says you're the silent type. He looks almost sad when he does."

"Why would I tell him?" was Piccolo's immediate reaction. His words carried no doubt, but rather a hint of confusion. But if the Guardian's raised eyebrow was anything to go by, then he was supposed to keep going. "I haven't told him, that's... That's... I don't know... I don't know why I have- Should I? Should I tell him that? Will that fix things?" but again, all he got was a silent stare from the young man. "I... It feels odd. Thinking about talking to him like that, it makes me feel... It's different from when I fight; then I'm in control of my body, and I can predict what my opponents will do, until that one hit when they get me. At that moment, I feel exposed, vulnerable. This is... This feels like that, all the time."

"So," Dende stood up, his expression as smug as his tone, "that's how you feel about Nail."

It would seem like he was suddenly interested in stating the obvious, a quirk Piccolo had no time or interest for. He was instead left with the doubt creeping all over his body, making his every muscle grow tense. And he was about to demand an answer...

But stopped. He stopped and looked at the Guardian, the clever smile being the only thing he got in return, and his eyes started widening in realization. They didn't exchange another word; Piccolo just ran through the door, hearing the Guardian's chuckle behind him, and rushing towards the nearest exit. What greeted him was the same clear skies and sea of clouds he had grown used to during these months, but he ignored them all. He jumped with all his might, diving into the clouds and feeling gravity acting on his body.

Flying was a simple matter; the ability that everyone was sure to possess. By the time he was on the other side of the clouds, Piccolo was already floating above the expanding continent, his eyes scanning the miles of mountains and sea under his eyes. But he didn't care for the view either. His eyes closed, the world sinking into darkness around him as he focused. Somewhere among the mountains he could feel it, the faint, familiar light that had been fused to him for so many years. It was just a matter of finding where...

He shot forward, headed for a small shore near the mountains. The ground got closer and closer by the second, prompting him to slow down until he could land with a gentle swish. Unlike the typical crash him and his fellow fighters were known for, this was rather quiet. All to not alert the tall Namekian man sitting atop a nearby rock, staring into the horizon as the waves crashed under his feet.

Piccolo simply stood there. It was impossible for Nail not to know he was there, but he still wouldn't dare step up towards him. He realized he was waiting for the former warrior to make the first move.

"I won't," Nail's words caught him by surprise. Only now he remembered that lingering link between them, left after the split. There had been so little talking between them for the past few weeks, he couldn't bother to remember... and only now he realized how wrong that was.

But what was he supposed to say? He had flown here practically on a whim. He had given no thought to what he would actually do and was now reaping the fruit of his efforts. And Nail gave him no breathing room either, his eyes glued to the horizon. He refused to look towards the fighter, Piccolo knew as much, and it ate him inside. That same vulnerability attacked him again, and his first instinct was to fight back against it, to cover up and punch back until he had the upper hand. But this wasn't a fight. He couldn't just trust his instincts...

Or could he?

"I like you!" he blurted out. He could already feel himself grow hot from embarrassment and was about to take off again. But he stopped when Nail finally turned around, his frown present but his eyes showing more confusion than anger. Despite the crippling shame coursing through his body, Piccolo continued. "I mean, I like being with you. And you! Um..." he had no idea what he was doing, but the slight curl on the edge of the warrior's lips told him he was doing it right. "I don't... I'm not sure why, or how... but when I'm with you I feel content. And not just the sex. I mean, the sex is mind-blowing, really! I was just telling Den- No, that doesn't matter! I mean, I..."

"Are you...?" Nail started, but his words got caught up in the middle as a laugh escaped him. Piccolo could feel his cheeks growing hotter at the sound. Anyone else and they would already be on the receiving end of his fist, but the Namekian warrior only made him feel shame. "I'm sorry, I'm... I really am," Nail said between short chuckles as his laughter started dying out, but the tears around his eyes showed that he was still holding back from it. "This is just... so unlike you, it's hilarious."

"Yeah, well... I don't feel like me when I'm around you," the words came out on their own, and he immediately regretted them. He was already expecting another outburst from the other man and in the back of his head was preparing to fly away as soon as he did. However, it never came. Out of curiosity, he looked back up and saw Nail slowly approaching him. How many enemies had done so before, yet this was the one time he felt truly paralyzed.

"Is that everything you have to say?" the Namekian warrior stated. As the distance between the two closed, Piccolo realized a small smile had formed in his lips. But his eyes carried the same bitterness he had left him with. Once he was next to him, Nail sat down on a rock, patting the space next to him in an inviting manner. Piccolo was terrified for some reason, but his body moved on its own. Before he knew it, he was sitting down next to his partner, with his back tense as he awaited for his words. "I'm still mad."

"You have every right to be. I... think," was all he could muster. When the words left his mouth and reached his ears, he realized just how meek he sounded, and ended up looking down at his own feet in shame. But Nail said nothing in return. It wasn't long before another uncomfortable silence fell between them. His fault, he realized. "I... told Dende a lot of things. About how you make me feel. Let's see, what did I say... I, um... I don't really remember. This is pretty weird. I've never felt like this, I don't know what to do. It's scary..."

"Why don't you start with how you feel about me?" he hit the nail right on the head. That thought alone brought a chuckle to Piccolo, that his partner joined in. Was he reading his mind that much? Enough to tell his bad puns? Had he been reading it all this time? Either that's how he always knew exactly what to say, or Piccolo was just easier to read than he thought.

"I don't know," was what finally came out of him. "I mean, I know how I feel around you. I feel happy. I've felt that before, when I'm around Gohan, for example. He makes me feel happy and proud. I feel happy and proud around you too, but it's a different kind... Does that make sense? I'm not even sure if it makes sense."

"You're doing fine," he replied, but the fighter couldn't bring himself to believe that. Silence fell again. It wasn't that Piccolo had nothing to say, but rather that he had so much he wanted to say, he had no idea where or how to start. "I'll start then. I'm pretty sure about how I feel about you," his words made the fighter look up in surprise, getting an approving nod out of Nail. "I can tell exactly what it is that I feel about you. Perhaps it's a bit too soon to say it out loud, but you'd think after all we've gone through. And I don't mean just the sex, even though it's been a lot."

"I want to know," his reaction was instant, and it took even Nail by surprise. "I want you to tell me what you're feeling. I don't know, maybe it'll give me a clue to how I feel. And... I just want to know. For my own selfish reasons."

"...If you can't tell how I feel on your own, then there's no point in me telling you anyway," he said. Piccolo wasn't convinced in the least; what kind of roundabout way of avoiding him was that anyway? And right on his face! But the same instincts he said he would follow told him Nail was the one in the right in this situation. So, he remained quiet and let him continue. "I'm pretty sure what you feel is similar. Your body has proven it to me. But you're too stubborn to consciously admit it, so you keep it buried down. And unless you realize it on your own, it won't hold any meaning."

And once that was said, he went quiet again. Somehow, Piccolo knew he was right. He had no idea what the feeling welling in his chest was, but whatever he could call it, it was something only he could figure out. He looked down again, stared at his own hands, at his chest, his legs, his loins... Too think that's where all of this had started. That was the moment his emotions went into disarray. A single moment of childish weakness had led to this much turmoil. And yet, it was that moment of weakness, and everything that came with it, that carried so many possibilities.

Nail couldn't have predicted it. It was one of the few times the fighter had the upper hand against him. When his face was gently pushed to the side, he felt confusion and worry for a second, but it was soon ran over with warmth as their lips pressed together. It was a familiar action, a kiss just like any other they had shared before, yet unlike anything he had ever felt. There was no heat, no passion and no hunger behind it. Just shy tenderness and a mild reluctance that, simultaneously, made the two lean in deeper into one another. It lasted only a few seconds, but by the time Piccolo broke away from him, they were both breathing heavily, staring at one another.

"You're right, I... I don't know how I feel," Piccolo said. His voice was low, timid; so strange to hear such a deep, masculine voice speak like that. And yet, it was firmer than Nail had ever heard before. "But what I do know is that I can figure it out with you. Like this, perhaps. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's something I have to be with you to work out. So, please, let me try and work it out with you by my side."

"By your side, huh?" Nail told him with a smile. But it was still that same bitter smile he had before. One Piccolo finally recognized. It was the same smile he had whenever they slept together. "If it's about-

"It's not about the sex!" Piccolo cut him off, surprising the Namekian warrior. And Piccolo himself as well. Had he somehow picked up on Nail's thoughts this time? Regardless, he kept going. "I know you think that's all I want out of you, but it's not. I really want to see you grow stronger, and I want to fight next to you. I want sex, yes, but I also want to keep training and talking with you. And I want to be there for you when it all happens. I don't want you to smile like that anymore; I want you to smile at me the way you used to when we slept together for the first time."

"You..." for the first time ever, Piccolo saw his partner blush. Only for a second, before he looked away. "You remember that?"

"Of course I remember! It's... a special memory," he said, again embarrassed by his words. But they still kept coming out. "We don't need to fuck, you know? Damn... Let's just stop doing it, if that's what it takes. Let's just keep training, spend some time together, just the two of us. Let's get away from the Lookout too and just... Let's go somewhere else. Just you and me. And we can figure out what this thing between us is."

"You really mean that?" Nail spoke up with an almost hopeful tone. And Piccolo felt his heart skip a beat afterwards. Whether that was his own emotion, or he was feeling his partner's, he wasn't sure, but he embraced it either way.

"Yes!" and he practically jumped up, his body already floating a few inches over the ground. He offered Nail a hand, one that the warrior regarded curiously. His eyes widened with indecision, as if part of him remained too surprised by Piccolo's actions to take him seriously. "Come on. We'll look for somewhere else together. Anywhere you want. Somewhere we can train and just... live together. What do you say?"

He tried his best to look as confident as possible, no matter how illogical it would seem with the distress from just seconds ago. In reality, his body was tense from the idea alone. To share every aspect of his life with someone else was already such an odd, unfamiliar sensation to him. But to do it all with Nail, who made his heart flutter so much... He had no idea how to describe such a feeling. Just looking at him right now made him nervous. In his mind, hundreds of scenarios played through, from flat out rejection to the Namekian blowing him away in disgust. The truth is that he was deeply terrified. And yet, his hand held up.

"Yes," Nail softly whispered as he grabbed the fighter's hand. And just as he did, he stood up until his feet too floated above the ground. The two men ended up eye to eye, their hands linked together, and for a second, Piccolo felt no difference in his own massive power or Nail's smaller one. Their energies melded with one another, twisting around until they fused into a single surge of full power, complete and absolute.

"Let's go then," the fighter said, unaware of his smile, and pulled his partner up. A second afterwards, they burst into a trail as they flew to parts unknown.

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They flew for so long. The wind against their cheeks and the sun never leaving their sight as they followed its light. They flew over towns and cities of every size imaginable, crossed mountains covered in fire and ice, and together saw creatures the like many would think extinct. And on and on they went, until they just happened to land on a random forest, all by themselves. A random piece of greenery in the middle of nowhere, upon which they could simply stay together.

The days went on until they lost count. And with each, as the sun came up and down, all they did was train, and live. Piccolo's harsh routines continued, and he pushed Nail to the limits of his strength. It was cruel training that he often joined in. By the end of the day, their bodies were left in such a state, they fell asleep right away. Only to wake up and start anew. Their lives turned into training, eating and sleeping. It became methodical, almost boring. And yet, through that boredom, they found themselves smiling and laughing together, cheerful and happy just to be in the other's company.

And it was the same every day. The forest was often filled with their grunts and screams, as well as thuds from each hit they managed to land, whether it was on a tree, a rock or each other's bodies. The small clearing they had been using as their improvised home expanded every day as they continued to spar and flatten the landscape around them. By now, it was barren; little more than a patch of pale yellow soil the two man stood on. They threw a flurry of punches at one another, each one of their hits avoided with perfect synch. And they had already reached the point where their hits could send shockwaves from their strength alone.

Piccolo was secretly proud of his partner's progress. He had corrected himself and made no effort in hiding how impressed he was whenever he had to pick up on his speed during their fights. But he never mentioned the word itself, instead keeping Nail on edge about it. Making sure he was happy without getting him too smug. That was his thing, after all. Somewhere in his mind, he figured Nail was already aware of what he thought, thanks to their connection, but either way, the warrior remained focused on his training. Piccolo realized he had slowly returned to his more serious nature, and that his only concern was the training-

A powerful punch landed on his stomach. The Namekian fighter tried his best to hold back, teeth gritting in pain while he used every ounce of power to keep himself in place. But in the end, it was all for naught. The power behind that attack was enough to send him flying against a tree, which ended up falling in one go, expanding their battlefield a couple extra inches. And just like that, the forest felt silent around them. The only thing that reached Piccolo's ears were his own groaning as he got up, and the tired panting coming from the center of the clearing.

When he finally got up, he saw Nail, shirtless and covered in sweat, his muscles bulging from the intense effort. His chest rose with every heavy breath he took, and he regarded his sparring partner with a frown. It soon turned into a confident smirk, however. It was the first punch he had managed against his fellow Namekian since coming back to life, and it was executed perfectly. Once again, Piccolo felt pride wash over him. Pride and other feelings, as he took notice of the powerful body in front of him. Boasting masculinity and strength-

No. He stopped himself from thinking that, just as his member stirred in his pants. Despite what his body was practically begging him to do, what it yearned for since the beginning of their training, he held himself back. He had made a promise, after all. He ignored those thoughts, instead standing up and walking over to his fellow Namekian, trying his best to keep the wobbling to the lowest minimum possible.

"Not bad. You finally got one punch in. And I wasn't holding back at all; you've definitely reached as far as my level, at least in power and speed alone," he said, and all he got from Nail was a scoff, followed by more of that confident grin. It was like looking at a mirror, to the point that he felt bad for his friend having to go through this same kind of frustration whenever he was smug.

He had a secret weapon, however. Without a warning, he walked up to the fighter until their bodies pressed together and planted his kiss on top of Nail's. It was far from the first time, yet, just like every time, the warrior's reaction was to grow stiff for a moment before his lips parted. In a matter of seconds, he accepted the male lips and tongue invading him, his own dancing around the appendage. He practically melted on Piccolo's arms, a moan leaving his throat. And just as soon as it had started, Piccolo pulled out and left him to recover his breath.

"Wow... Where did that come from?" was all he could ask, even if he already knew the answer from all their previous sessions.

"Do I need a reason to wipe that smug grin off your face?" Piccolo answered, giving him an equally smug smile with every intention of the word. And to keep his rhythm going, he resumed the kiss, holding Nail in place. Unable to escape, the Namekian had no choice but to sink into the kiss as well. His moans made it clear he was enjoying himself, however, and Piccolo took it as cue to hold him tighter. Their bodies were so close, he could smell the musk coming off him after the arduous fight, and he could feel his own body reacting to it.

"Stop," Nail gently pushed him away, a smile in his lips as he tried to recover his breath for the second time. He sighed and looked towards the sky, as if trying to keep his eyes away from the fighter, until Piccolo pulled his chin back down. His face was a slight hint of red that only added to that strangely shy appeal he sometimes had. "It's really... getting me going, you know? It's unfair. I'll go clean myself up," and with that, he stepped away from his trainer's hold and into the forest, soon going out of sight.

Piccolo smiled. It wasn't the first time he got him bothered down there. Since the beginning of their training, there had been days when his efforts would reward the warrior with a stiff erection that he struggled to hide in his pants. Watching it was a hoot. And more than one he had teased Nail during the night, as they slept in the soft soil, next to one another. His hands would gently rub his back to get a few soft gasps out of him, move towards his chest and play with his muscles, until the finale, when he would slip into his pants and give his member a single, long stroke. Right after that, he would fall back asleep, leaving the Namekian warrior to tend to his member on his own, and the next morning he would wake up to a spent and annoyed Nail next to him.

But for all the teasing he enjoyed throwing his way, he had never once broken his promise. The words he had uttered that day remained in his mind, constantly bouncing off in his skull. After all this time, he still had no idea how to call that emotion. He could still feel it, deep in his heart; the way it burned every time he saw the Namekian's face blushing, the way it fluttered whenever they kissed, just like they had done so. It burned hotter than happiness or lust alone, but he still struggled with a name. Or rather...

Rather, he didn't want to say it out loud.

"Fuck..." he whispered in his hands once he covered his face in shame. To think the great Piccolo would not only fall victim to such emotions, but that he would also be unable to express any of them. It was easily the weakest he had been in his entire life. It was embarrassing. But what else could he do?

He looked up, towards the forest. In the direction Nail had taken. Deep into the woods, in a small, hidden lake, the warrior was no doubt bathing himself, cleaning the grime and sweat off his muscles. The thought alone filled Piccolo with hunger, desire and... that warmth in his chest. Just the thought of Nail was enough to make him feel that gentle sting in his heart. With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate, and followed the same trail as his partner.

The woods were luscious. The ground was covered in small bushes and fallen leaves, all of them still full of enough life to muffle his steps. That, and the shadows made by the tall trees, kept him out of sight. It was perfect for him to slowly step forward and join in, unnoticed...

He reached another clearing, this one darker than the last. The sunlight was filtered by the leaves in the tall branches, giving the place a slightly ethereal, green tone. And underneath was a tiny pond, giving into a river that flowed for miles. His focus, however, was the small waterfall on the pond, the flow coming off a few tall rocks and falling right on top of the naked green back of the man of his desire. Hidden among the trees, he could clearly see Nail as he showered, the drops of water clinging to every defined muscle in his back, rolling down until reaching just the top of his buttocks that peaked out of the surface.

He was beautiful. Piccolo had long lost any qualms he had towards the idea. More than just simple carnal desire, he had grown to appreciate his appearance. The dedication to his training, the strength of his body and the kindness of his soul; they all showed in every crevice formed by his thick muscles. It was no longer just for sex that Piccolo wanted to hold him close, to make his body press against his own.

A sigh. And then, he was already pulling his shirt off. It wasn't until the breeze hit his bare chest that he realized just how much he was sweating after their training. He certainly needed his own bath. That was far from his mind, however. He followed with his pants, and soon they were on the ground. His member jumped out at half-mast, and he just gave it a passing glance, as if to admit it was there. A few strokes wouldn't hurt, but even more than touching himself, he wanted to touch him. To be touched by him. As much as he tried to keep his promise in place, that sole idea started to guide his movements more and more.

His steps were still silent, even as he approached the edge of the lake. It wasn't until his foot broke the surface of the water that he saw any reaction on Nail's part, but the warrior didn't turn. A single, small nod was all the confirmation he received. Piccolo kept walking forward, inch after inch of his body slowly sinking into the warm, clear water. By the time he was a mere foot away from Nail, his lower body was almost completely concealed, save for the upper half of his manhood's base. It was still stiff in the water, a new sensation, he realized, before continuing to step forward.

Muscular arms reached forward, surrounding the Namekian's sides and meeting back up in front of his abs. Step by step, Piccolo ended up hugging him, his chest pressed against Nail's back and his still hardening member gently lodged against his cheeks. A bit of playful grinding was all he needed to ease himself. And soon, his face lied down on his shoulder, and his lips met with the flesh of his neck, tender, sensitive... A single bite was all it took to make Nail moan and squirm.

Not a single word was shared between them. As the water continued falling over their nude bodies, Piccolo's restless hands kept exploring his torso. From his abs he went up to the strong chest, rubbing and squeezing any piece of flesh he could find on his way. And his careful nibbles continued until he was drawing out a constant whimper out of the Namekian. Only then did he stop and trailed back up, leaving kiss after kiss while looking for his lips. One hand cupped his chin and playfully made him look to the side, until their mouths met in a short, sweet moment.

Nail turned around in his arms. Where a defined back had been, Piccolo now saw his pecs pressing against his own. Harder and harder as their arms surrounded one another, as they pulled into the other with all their might, almost wishing they could be one again. Their kiss slowly went from the muted passion to heated, unruly lust and hunger. Their tongues invaded one another, both of them wrestling for dominance, fighting to hold the other in desire. They twirled and twisted, even as Piccolo's hand held his partner's head and pushed him deeper into his lips. Neither of them gave in. Soon, their members flared to life, rising from the water and grinding against one another.

It was Nail who broke the kiss. And it was Nail who pushed Piccolo back against the rock, his arms pinning him down as he left a trail of soft kisses in his neck, and the tip of his cock poking the fighter's. Piccolo knew he could easily overpower him, but rather, he let out a single moan express his own growing need.

"Please..." Nail's voice, however, managed to beat him in desire. "Piccolo... Have sex with me. Please..."

"Nail..." his heart, once again, fluttered as he saw the blushing face, as he heard the heated hunger in his words. Just looking at his body like this was enough to make his member jump in pure excitement. He wanted it. He wanted him. "...No," he finally said, gently pushing the Namekian back. "I promised you I wouldn't. Not until... I understand this feeling. And I intend to keep that promise. That's how much you mean to me."

"...I understand," was the answer he received after a quiet moment. Despite the sad hint in his voice, Nail looked at him with a bright smile as his arms landed around the fighter's neck. "You're a man of your word, aren't you? It's been quite a change from the sex-crazed lunatic you were just a few months ago."

"Not my proudest moment," he practically growled it out. Right after, his factions softened. "You're important to me, Nail. It took me a lot to realize that, and you had no reason to give me a second chance, but you did. I refuse to betray that trust."

"Since when have you been so righteous? Must be Kami still inside of you," after which, Nail fell back on the water and floated next to the waterfall. His member softened considerably, but it was still quite the monster from Piccolo's perspective. "He scoffed a lot whenever I fucked you using our connection, but he still pays enough attention to make sure you don't mess up."

"Kami saw us fucking!?" he screamed, getting a chuckle from Nail in response. And right after, he sank into the water, leaving only half of his head out, just as it turned red as a beet. Sudden shame coursed through his body, yet his eyes drifted back towards his partner's naked image almost right away. He stared at that member, tempting him with its shape alone. As if it could sense it was being seen, it throbbed, and Piccolo felt his own react accordingly.

"I want it too, you know?" Nail said. He stood back up, his lower half in the water, his torso now glistening from the sunlight bouncing off the drops of pure water clinging to his muscles. It was as if he was the real source of light in the forest. Looking at him was both, blinding and soothing. He couldn't tear his eyes away. "I want to be with you, Piccolo. And I know that makes me a hypocrite. I told you I would only be with you if you figured out your feelings, but..." his hands slowly ran down his body, trailing his abs until his fingers sank in the water. Through the surface's distorted image, he could see them coiling around his manhood. "Being around you... I truly can't contain myself."

"Oi... You're making this really hard," the Namekian's head came out just enough for him to say so. And it was true, in more than one sense: Not only was Nail making it extremely difficult to keep his promise, he was also making his own member harden, almost painfully so. Piccolo became entranced by the image of Nail's body gently twisting in his own self-inflicted pleasure. The mystery that were his nether regions, completely hidden by the lake, only added to his desire. He wanted to discover it all with his hands, with his lips...

His body started moving on its own. He didn't know if he was walking or swimming, but the distance between them closed again until Piccolo's mouth was a mere inch away from Nail's crotch. Despite his mind's arguments, he couldn't see himself defying the need any longer. He wanted him. More than just sex, he wanted to be with Nail himself.

Underwater, his hands reached for his member, a good few strokes before he left a soft kiss on the base. He saw Nail above him biting his own lip, and he was inspired. More than just kisses, he let his tongue out and explored the length, just like he had done so many times months ago. He was assaulted by so many old memories, so many familiar tastes and sensations. His tongue instinctively went for the same vein he always took, trailing it all the way to Nail's tip, feeling his legs shake under his own weight. He almost trembled in excitement as well before swallowing the massive length all the way to the base.

Nail's hands, which up until then had been safely resting on top of his abs, reached for the back of his head. Piccolo felt the slight push, a suggestion rather than a command, but still an eager one. His lips surrounded the member, still underwater, his nose barely out enough to breath. Slowly, he took every inch until he was halfway through, and with each bob, he took more and more. It was surprising how much his sill had developed in just a few months. Such was the intensity they mated with in the Lookout. And even more surprising was that he kept such skill without any practice for months.

The tip of Nail's impressive member rubbed the back of his throat, but Piccolo didn't react. He moaned, more out of excitement over having such a long monster in him than anything. It was a strange pride that invaded him, as if he was proving himself that he could take the beast. And in that same vein, he started going up and down, feeling the member slide into his throat with delight.

His hands, which up until then had been holding Nail's length in place, went instead for his legs. He rubbed the thick thighs all over, more than once reaching around and groping the plump ass he remembered owning before. And he pulled Nail in, goading him. Before long, the Namekian was pushing on his own. His hips rocked with Piccolo's own movements, and his balls slapped against his chin under the water. Piccolo felt the tip press against his throat every time, his breathing rushed as every hump almost pushed the air out of him.

"P-Piccolo..." he heard Nail's voice breaking above. The mighty warrior was barely able to keep it together, and it was all thanks to his mouth. The thought alone made Piccolo grow excited, his efforts redoubling and the first few drops of pre mixing with the moisture left by the water in his mouth. "Piccolo... I l-love you..."

His eyes shot open. His sucking came to a sudden halt. And following suit, Nail's back went stiff. Their eyes met for a second before the fighter pulled out of his partner's dick, leaving it to jump out of the water, still erect, still coated in pre and drool. But for once, Piccolo wasn't concerned with it. No, he looked up at the warrior, slowly standing up until they met eye to eye. Nail's eyes were big and wide, filled with shock, an expression he was certain he was imitating.

But before he could say anything, Nail turned around. Through their link, Piccolo could feel the growing heat of shame. He couldn't bare staring him in the eye, and chose to look anywhere else instead. He walked over to the edge of the lake, his steps shaky despite the stiffness in his back. And Piccolo was left in the middle of the water, unsure if he was supposed to follow him or to let him go on his own. What would he want under the same circumstances? He had no answer, and could only witness Nail sitting on the ground, feet still on the water. His member had already gone soft, despite the fighter's efforts to keep it up while in his mouth. But again, Piccolo was instead focused on his partner covering his face with his hand.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned from the muffled mask his fingers made. His entire body seemed ready to start shaking at any moment. Even without the connection, Piccolo could swear he felt his ki start gathering, as if he was ready to fly away as soon as possible. But thankfully, instead of that, he looked up from his hands. His face was a mess, with eyes still wide open and a mouth in the middle of saying something that he was scared of. "I... I'm sorry, I..."

"I love you too," was Piccolo's answer. Unlike Nail's shaky confession and outburst, he put it out without any flare. He stated a fact. An obvious one, at that. And without paying much attention to the warrior's shocked expression, he stepped through the water and sat next to him. "I don't get it, why are you sorry?"

"W-Wha... I-I... I don't..." Nail's words were as much of a mess as the rest of him, until their hands linked around one another. It had an almost instant effect, putting down his outrage, and the words came out naturally. "I don't know... Here you are, trying to figure yourself out, and I just blurt something like this and confuse you. I wasn't planning on saying anything until you were sure- Wait, you love me!?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah," he said, again, as if it was no big deal. "I mean... looking back on it, I've loved you all this time. I've known for a while. I think I knew all along. I just couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. I don't know why, warrior's pride, maybe. But hearing you say it made me so happy... and I realized how silly I was being by holding back."

And the strangest thing of that day happened when Piccolo let out a loud, hearty laugh. Nail stared at him in a mix of shock and perturbed fear for a moment, watching the Namekian as he filled the air with his mirth. There was that hint of wickedness that he could never get rid of, but the soft way his eyes closed, the heavy inflection in his voice as he continued... It was contagious. Soon, Nail joined him with his own, and their voices mixed into a joyous ring that bounced against the trees and filled the forest in no time. For so long, all they did was laugh and laugh, until they fell on the soil still doing it. Even as their breathing started cutting out, they kept letting out a few chuckles. Their eyes were glued to one another as they did, attracted by the sound and unable to tear away from the image in front of them.

"God..." Piccolo said as his laughter finally died out. He was left with a giant grin to look at his lover with, who returned the same expression. His hand reached down until Nail's brushed past his fingers, and he held him in place, tightly. "Seriously... What's wrong with us? Two grown men and we can't just say how we feel?"

"It's not what we were made of," Nail replied. "At the end of the day, we're warriors. It's all we'll ever be. We express ourselves through our fists and out bodies."

"Through our bodies, you say?" and the fighter leaned forward to press their lips together. A single second and he was off him, but it was enough to make their members stir. They stared at one another after. "We had it all wrong from the beginning, then. We should've kept expressing with our bodies."

"I honestly feel like such a fool now," Nail's words were followed by his free hand roaming his lover's back, slowly going all the way down until he reached the sensual curve of his buttock. One grope was all it took to get a moan out of the fighter. "Make love to me. Here and now."

Piccolo didn't need another word. His lips pressed against the warrior's own again, this time longer, more passionate than before. He pushed and pressed his head against the ground, until his tongue crossed the boundaries and rolled all around his mouth. He gave Nail no chance to fight back against it, and soon enough he was climbing atop the warrior's thicker body, pinning him down with all his weight. Hands held wrists in place and feet spread legs apart. In a few seconds, his member was pressing against the expectant pucker, and he could swear it was trying to suck him in.

When he finally broke their kiss, it was to sit straight up. The Namekian that he had been seeing above him from the water just a few seconds ago was now beneath him, staring at him with a curled smile and begging eyes. He could tell he needed it just as bad. He raised both of his legs until they were on top of each of his shoulders. His member pressed further against the hole, head just poking around the ring. Piccolo did it just to hear the first of many needy whimpers Nail would let out, yearning for him more than ever.

The tip pushed in, and for the first time in months, he heard his lover's voice moan in desire and need around him. It was an exquisite sound, one that he only now realized he missed. It drove him mad. He wanted more of it; so much, he kept pushing, his cock burying inside the warrior's hole. With each extra inch, Nail felt his body re-opening to allow Piccolo inside, his screams turning louder and stronger. His voice was practically dripping with lust by this point. And it only made Piccolo go at it even harder. Every inch that went in, despite the resistance Nail's body put against him, he pushed harder, faster. He wanted to keep hearing his partner scream, to feel him squeeze the seed out of him and clench around his member.

When he hilted Nail, the screams continued for a moment, and he just let the symphony fill his ears. They quickly turned into a low hiss, however, as his body slowly adjusted to the length. Just seeing him struggle was arousing, but Piccolo couldn't allow him to get out of it so easily. Nor could he keep holding back. In a single, swift motion, he pulled back and rammed himself back inside. He knew he hit the warrior's prostate right away, as he heard his scream melting into a drawn out moan right away.

And he did it again and again. Without a care in the world, Piccolo set a strong, fast, forceful pace. Each hump spread the warrior's hole one more time, and each time he tried to suck him back in. Piccolo's entire body heated up from the sight, the sensations, and he started letting out his own grunts as he pierced that hole with every ounce of strength his hips could muster.

Nail's hands sank into the soil beneath him just as Piccolo's hold grew tighter around his ankles. Each thrust was a jolt of pleasure sent through their bodies, and each one made the warrior tremble. Piccolo felt him shake under his body, and saw his toes curling from hos rough his mating was. He could feel his own member being furiously milked, threatening to shoot out a massive load already. He was pent up after so long without a nice humping, and he wanted to fill Nail up so much, he almost climaxed right there.

But he held on. Watching Nail's face twisting with bliss and hearing his constant screams of sheer joy was enough for him to keep going. He wanted him to keep making such exquisite sounds. His hands left his ankles and instead went for his chest, rubbing and squeezing his enormous pecs, seeing him tremble under his touch, feeling his muscles shiver in his hands. A sigh left Piccolo's lips and he felt his own balls start to grow taut, despite his best efforts to hold himself back. He wanted to keep going, to show Nail how much he meant to him...

He pulled out, and the action made Nail scream again. The fighter took the chance and climbed up again, until he was kneeling in front of his lover, one leg to each side of his head. And without wasting any second, he shoved his already slick manhood down the Namekian's throat. Nail was taken aback, but he reacted right away, sucking furiously at the length his lover gave him. His tongue was already rolling around the length, playing with his head and sucking like mad. And he did it all out of instinct and experience.

But even that wasn't enough, and Piccolo started humping again. He held the warrior with his hands and his hips rocked in the same motions as before. In a matter of seconds, he was already humping his mouth, balls slapping hard against Nail's chin. He could feel himself being drained of every drop of pre as it all fell down his lover's throat. He swallowed expertly, without letting even the slightest bit go to waste. And he continued sucking. Even when Piccolo's thrusts became erratic and you could see the outline of his head pushing against the Namekian's cheeks, Nail remained constant in his performance, causing him to shiver all over.

A couple more thrusts was all it took. A single roar and Piccolo felt his load shooting out of him like a geyser, feeling the pressure around his sensitive head. And he held Nail's head in place as far into his cock as possible. Liters of cum burst out of him with such power, he actually felt them as they crashed against the back of his throat, only to slide down until they landed on his stomach. And with the same impressive skill, Nail swallowed his entire load. Instead of the sight he remembered, when small lines of his seed would roll down his chin and his mouth's side, what he saw was a clean jaw and a throat that bulged with each heavy gulp it took.

He tried to pull out halfway through; he wanted to shoot all over Nail's face, to coat him in his seed. But just as he made the motions, the Namekian held him in place, burying his face further into his crotch. Piccolo felt his nose press against his abs as he looked up, eyes barely open with a sensual air around them. All as he continued to swallow load after load of jizz. Piccolo had to bit his own lip to keep from moaning to hard from the picture alone.

Finally, his orgasm died. For a few seconds, Nail kept sucking his now dry and spent length, but in the end, he grew too weak himself. Piccolo took the chance and pulled out, with nothing but a single strand of shining fluid linking his member to the pair of green lips. In that single second right after he finished, Piccolo felt the strength being drained out of him, almost losing his balance. Nail was what held him up, and carefully, he leaned down until he was face to face with the warrior, their lips once again meeting. He relished in his own taste, lingering inside his partner's mouth, mingling with his own in such an exquisite form.

"Not enough," he said once the kiss broke. Without any explanation, he got up from Nail, quickly crawling away from the water. He stood there, on all fours, in the middle of the ground, and he gave Nail a look over his shoulder. A hand reached for his buttock when his lover finally turned around, and he pulled it back to expose his own waiting hole. "Fuck me, Nail."

And just like him, Nail wasted no time with words. He simply stood up, fast, almost tripping in his excitement, and rushed all the way to his lover. His manhood, still untouched unlike Piccolo's, was trembling and jumping with intense desire. The fighter stared at it with the same hunger as ever and felt his hole twitch and contract from the sight. How long had it been since the last time he had it in him? He had no idea he needed it so much. When Nail stood behind him and the head pressed against the waiting pucker, much like his own did mere seconds ago, he shivered in anticipation.

Nail was always more careful than him. Whereas Piccolo thrived on strength and roughness, his lover was far calmer. His member went in slowly, each inch followed by a trail of kisses down his back that made him relax. Despite that, he performed just as the warrior did before, with a series of long, loud moans following every bit of flesh that made its way inside him. His entire body tensed up only to loosen back when his lover's lips made contact with his skin. And it went on like that until he felt the base of that glorious cock press against his cheeks, and the tip prod his prostate.

He didn't have time to relish in any of it. A single grunt left his mouth before Nail started pushing out. He was just as unable to hold back once the delight settled in. He kept it up just like that, smooth and constant, until only the tip of his manhood remained inside. And he slowly pushed back inside, barely any faster, reaching that sweet spot and merely poking it again. His humps went on like that, slow, soft, sweet. They made Piccolo moan in a low, delicious tone.

But as he kept going, Nail picked up in speed. After every thrust, he got just a tad faster. In a few minutes, his gentle humps were turning into vicious ramming, and his pokes were powerful hits on the fighter's body. Piccolo started moaning louder, faster, his breathing rushing in time with his lover's acceleration. He clenched his ass to make him stay inside him, to milk him, to squeeze the seed out of his cock just like he had done his own. But it did little to deter Nail's advancement.

Soon, he was pounding the Namekian's ass at incredible speeds, rivalling Piccolo's own mad mating from before. His dick pushed furiously, balls slapping against his ass while his voice filled the forest again. Only this time it was with screams of joy and pain as he was spread open. A moment of agony to feel that exquisite sensation whenever his buttons were pressed. He felt Nail's weight fall on his body, his lips close to his ear, his breath hot against his skin.

"You like it?" he asked, and all Piccolo could do was nod while still moaning like crazy. "You like it, don't you? You want me to keep going?" and he kept nodding and grunting. "You want me to finish inside you?"

But before he could answer, Nail pulled out. Confusion, hunger, anger; so many emotions invaded Piccolo then, he wasn't sure which one to act on first. He didn't have time to ponder on it anyway, as he was pushed around by a pair of strong, muscular arms. He ended up on his back, his eyes landing on the looming image of his partner above him, framed by the light of the sun filtering through the leaves. Even in such an intimidating air, he looked beautiful.

"You don't like it, do you?" he said in a playful tone, his own grin confirming it. Piccolo was still confused by his actions, until he saw him stand above him, aiming his spent ass over his dick. He had gotten hard again at some point, despite the force he put on his humps before. Nail took notice of it and he squatted down until the head poked his hole, tempting the Namekian. "You wanted me to finish inside you, didn't you? Well, why didn't you? Why did you pull out, Piccolo?"

"Heh, you're right," he answered. His confused expression had given way to the familiar smirk he always wore. Sharp eyes followed the lines of Nail's muscles, along with his hands roaming over his thick legs. They ended up in his thighs, resting on top of them. "Then," he pushed down with all his strength, and his cock shoved all the way inside Nail's hole in one go, "I'll cum inside, Nail!"

The moment that thick manhood pushed into his body, Nail's eyes widened in surprise. But it was soon followed by joy, both from the sensations coursing him and from the words his lover told him. Piccolo was his usual rough self, and in a single second he was already jumping up and down on his cock. His ass was spread open again and again, each thrust somehow harder and stronger than the last. He was barely screaming anymore simply because his voice couldn't hold up. All the while, the fighter gritted his teeth in a smug smirk, staring up at his lover as he plowed his tight pucker with all his might.

"You can..." Nail started, despite what little sound he could make. "Shoot more... You still... have... a lot in... here..." he could barely speak between moans and gasps, but his words were finally marked by a caress of the Namekian's full balls.

Piccolo didn't follow up with any words. He simply kept pushing up, making sure to reach his partner's sweet spot every time. He made his face twist with pleasure, and that only made him go harder. And everything in front of him was outstanding: Nail's muscular body, pecs bouncing with each hump; his cock and balls jumping like crazy, slamming against his own stomach. It was such a sight. And to think he was making it possible by plowing the proud warrior hard enough.

He reached up until his arms were behind the other man's head, and took him by surprise yet again when he pulled him down. For the... God, he had lost count of how many times he had kissed the man, but he could never get enough. His lips, strong yet submissive, warm and meaty; every time he touched them, he could feel his entire body grow hotter. He bit Nail's lower lip, feeling him moan around his touch while his pounding turned stronger. He could already feel his balls pull back again, his entire body growing tense from the approaching orgasm. He could feel it all over him, around their two bodies, as if they connected as one.

And yet, he was taken by those lips. The kiss alone was the cherry on top, the delicious bit that was about to send him over the edge. His hands touching and groping the muscular back while his lover kept playing around with his tongue. It was too much.

One last thrust was all it took. A second load, this one somehow stronger, more voluminous than the last, burst out of Piccolo's manhood with pressure he had never known before. All of it right into Nail's ass, coating his insides white in a single, constant stream of cum. Their kiss never broke; they moaned loudly inside one another's mouth, refusing to let go of the other. And just as their kiss kept going, so did the fighter's furious orgasm. An eruption of seed that Nail took with expert skill, not wasting a single drop. Almost like a second mouth, his ass took every last drop hungrily, sucking him off, milking the jizz out of Piccolo's spent balls.

Neither of them could believe the power of his orgasm, the amount, the length! It went on and on, to the point where Piccolo himself wondered just were exactly he had stored so much cum. But even in their joined arousal and excitement, they clearly felt Nail join in. His cock, tightly pressed between their abs, let out its own impressive load. Rope after rope that coated their chests, gluing them together into a white, sticky mess. It felt like a strand for every few seconds Piccolo's own shot went on, and it pooled between them, falling down his sides and onto the ground.

Finally, after what felt like hours between the two, the powerful geyser stopped flowing. It didn't die out, but rather just stopped altogether, with only a few drips and trickles shooting in Nail. Piccolo refused to pull out, fearing that the excessive amount of cum his member was plugging into his lover would just flow out and make a mess of his crotch. Thus, he held Nail tighter, their kiss only one more second before they broke off. They stared at each other's eyes, gasping for air, their hands rubbing one another.

"Hey..." Nail started.

"Hey," Piccolo followed his words, and gently pulled him down until his head rested on his chest, ignoring the seed coating him. His cock was already softening inside the warrior, and a few trickles of seed started making their way out of his ass, falling on his balls. But he ignored them all. The only thing that mattered was the man on top of him, his eyes struggling to stay open. Just by looking at him, he felt like any and every doubt he had up to this point was irrelevant, inexistent. All he wanted, all he needed, was there, in his face, in those eyes. "Nail... Let's stay here."

"I'd like that," he said while snuggling up to his partner, his eyes closing.

"No, I mean... Here, in this forest. You and me, let's live here together. Let's make a life just the two of us."

"Oh..." a small surge of energy woke Nail up again, a quick burst brought about by Piccolo's words. And within that burst, he managed to speak up a single word. "Yes..." before falling asleep on top of the Namekian.

Piccolo witnessed it all, up to the moment his lover passed out on his chest. And his own energy was suddenly drained by the image. Just seeing the man he fell in love with like this filled him up with joy and made him relax all at once. The exhaustion of their lovemaking caught up with him, and soon he fell asleep along with said lover.

Little did he know... Yes, little did he know, about that unprecedented event. That first ever piece of love and joy, brought about by their relationship, the first of its kind, as it slowly grew inside Nail. Little did he know, but he would, in a few months' time, their home wouldn't belong to the two of them alone.