Poisoned Hearts

For all of you that have waited so long for my chapter to be posted, i thank you all. I've been goign through a lot, and i lost the thumb drive i had stored this on. Meaning i had to go and write it all on paper, Only to find a better version stored on my disk. Now that i have uploaded it, please join me in my tears as, like all good things, It all ends in pain.


19. The end of all good things.

Gohan’s shrill scream of pain echoed through the flatlands. Power levels surged across the planet as battles were raged, unfortunately for Gohan he had lost his battle, and the love of his life.

Gohan’s tall, thin body stiffened in pain as he grabbed at the ground, holding onto it for dear life, almost as if he was afraid of falling off the planet. His muscles strained, his eyes teared as he clenched them shut. He had been through pain before, Cell had taught him the definition of the word, but this, this was pain unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Mirai’s shorter, but stronger body moved slowly, rocking almost lovingly into Gohan as he thrusted. Having entered the boy dry and hard, he easily tore into his tight anus, the blood that dripped from the wound the only lubrication to be found.

In an act of rebellion against his raping captor, Gohan’s hands moved to Mirai’s shoulders, pushing weakly, trying to force him off. As Mirai continued to rub and rock inside of the younger Demi-Saiyan, Gohan panted, sobbing softly, still trying to reason with his once boyfriend. Realizing he had actually lost him, the fact finally pressing in onto Gohan, he screamed in rage, hating Bobidi for taking his love from him, hating him for causing this.

Gohan glared at the figure kissing at his neck, continuing to rock into him. That wasn’t Mirai, It may be his body, but it wasn’t the man he had grown to love. Screaming in rage once more, Gohan powered up, pushing Mirai up off of his chest, before slamming a fist into his cheek.

Mirai frowned, hardly phased by the punch. Reaching up, Mirai’s hand closed around Gohan’s wrist, twisting it painfully as he let a low, dangerous growl pass trough his throat. Raising his free hand, he released a punch of his own, causing Gohan’s face to turn to the side, his nose dripping blood as he glared at the man who was attacking him.

All self control left Mirai as he reached to Gohan’s leg, lifting it as he continue to twist Gohan’s wrist, his thrusts growing hard and vicious. Gripping at the younger boy’s flesh with bruising force, he growled, slamming continuously into the tight, bloody passage. Gohan’s screams of pain only fed his rage, fueling his lust.

Feeling his, surprisingly hard penis rubbing against Mirai’s taunt, rippled abs, he continued to cry, fighting back the moan that was breaking through his throat. He SHOULDN’T be enjoying this in any way! Yet, that talented man was hitting every pleasurable spot, his hands were strong and almost protective. Why was he feeling like this? He was getting raped, and he was enjoying it? No, he couldn’t, No he wouldn’t, but yet, he was.

Gohan’s anger grew as he thought back on it all. He was just being used, he was always being used, and now it would end. Mirai had changed his position as he raped the younger boy, kneeling between Gohan’s legs, practically forcing him to watch as Mirai continued to ruthlessly slam into him. Gohan’s power surged, then faltered. He would have attacked his once love, but feeling the hand at his leg move to his own arousal, Gohan gasped loudly, moaning as Mirai’s surprisingly gentle hand rubbed the length of Gohan’s straining cock.

Those talented fingers, dancing slowly from tip to base, then back up. There was love in that touch, love that urged Gohan nearer towards his completion. Did he really care? Mirai moaned softly, continuing to thrust into Gohan, his thrusts having sped up over the course of time, but were becoming more gentle, his hand moving from Gohan’s wrist to link fingers with his hand. Gohan had fresh tears in his eyes as he sobbed, not from pain, but his broken heart.

He was in there, but he wouldn’t stop it, he couldn’t. It was over, Gohan could never forgive Mirai for this, his fault or not. Nothing could right this wrong. Gohan sobbed as he felt another moan passing from his lips, driving him to hump up into Mirai’s hand. He was so close, yet so far.

Mirai moaned softly, continuing to try and please the boy he was raping, his hand moving faster, his touch just slightly more forceful, wanting to see the beautiful boy orgasm. He smiled softly, seeing the pre bubbling from the sensitive tip, seeing it ooze down his long shaft. His hand continued to rub, smearing the pre along the hot flesh, his eyes fascinated by how the boy’s body twitched and moved in pleasure, wanting more, but unable to get what he wanted.

Mirai’s eyes shone as he watched Gohan’s thin body arch up as he cried out, his seed spurting up in an arch itself, spilling across his stomach and Mirai’s hand. Mirai raised his hand, licking at his cum covered hand as he continued to thrust gently into Gohan, riding his orgasm out as long as the boy’s body would allow it.

Gohan laid limp on the ground, tears running down his cheek as he stared up at the man he thought he had once known. He didn’t recognize him anymore. He saw the sly smirk of satisfaction on his lips, and growled in anger. He was just a game to him! Gohan Cried out as he powered up, sitting up as he bit onto Mirai’s shoulder, his teeth piercing the skin easily.

Mirai screamed out in pain and rage, pushing Gohan back down, Gohan moving from the push, managing to pull himself off of Mirai’s cock, and started to crawl away, in too much pain to move fast.

Mirai’s hand pressed to the wound slightly, then he pulled his hand away, staring at the blood. Clenching his fist in rage, Mirai’s power level soared. Gohan screamed out as his legs were grabbed by Mirai’s strong, forceful hands. Feeling his body being dragged back towards the strong, and built Demi-Saiyan, Gohan started to cry again.

Gohan’s passage was torn open once more as Mirai forced himself hard and deep into the boy, slamming with more than bruising force. With a loud shriek, Gohan lost his voice, the pain consuming him. He couldn’t think, he could barely breathe as he was shredded from the inside out.

Mirai grunted as he continued to slam, his power level surging as he continued, the cries of pain fueled his lust, but the silence only managed to piss him off more. Mirai screamed in rage as his muscles bulged, even the muscle currently ripping the inside of Gohan’s anus.

Gohan stiffened in pain, managing to regain his voice as he felt the hot sting of Mirai’s orgasm. Screaming in one last, blood-curdling shriek. Gohan’s body fell limp to the ground once more as Mirai threw him off of his blood drenched cock, Gohan wincing as a spurt of the blood covered seed hit his exposed bottom.

He hurt so much. the blood ran down between Gohan’s legs in a small river. Even his inhuman regeneration from his Saiyan blood couldn’t still the river pouring down the pail boy’s bruised skin. Gohan glared at Mirai, watching with accusing eyes.

Mirai frowned as he reached to his wilting arousal, wiping the blood and semen from his skin as someone would wipe away dirt. Mirai looked down at the shaking, naked boy, his eyes cold. He had a disgusted look, like the one a well to do man with a cold heart would give a mangy mutt begging for scraps.

Fresh tears fell from Gohan’s eyes as he glared at Mirai. His body shaking and hurting from the vicious treatment. He looked away from the man he had once loved, whispering as loud as his pained voice could handle.

“….I….hate….you….”

Mirai looked down at Gohan, narrowing his eyes dangerously. “What did you say?”

Gohan forced himself onto his hands and kneel, his body shaking as he glared up, staring into Mirai’s eyes as he once again spoke as loud as his pained voice could handle. “I…said….I Hate You!”

Mirai growled in anger, powering up as he screamed in rage. Gohan had no chance to protect himself. Mirai’s strong and fast fists rained down upon Gohan’s body. Blood dripped from new wounds, bruises covered broken and shattered bones. Gohan screamed silently through the beating, unable to fight back, or get away. Peace finally came for Gohan as a lucky punch landed against his temple, knocking the boy out, letting his mind escape from the raping and the beating. Wearing himself down, Mirai panted as he placed his hands on the ground, closing his eyes as he panted, trying to catch his breath.


His breathing calmed, Mirai’s mind also calmed, focusing as he gained control of himself finally. Opening his eyes, Mirai blinked, unable to remember what happened after the dark voice taunted him into submission. Mirai’s eyes slowly started to focus on the first thing in his sight, which were his bloody hands. Mirai paused, staring at his hands, his eyebrows raised as he stared at his hands curiously.

Raising his gaze, Mirai froze, his heart caught in his throat as hot, stinging tears pooled at his eyes, before he blinked, slowly sending them down his cheeks. Mirai slowly crawled to the side of his boyfriend, his hands shakily reaching to brush his hair back, then to caress his cheek. Looking his body over, Mirai paled, seeing the blood and cum pouring from his once trusted love’s bottom. He backed away, shaking his head, his hands clenched in rage. Screaming out from the pain in his bow broken heart, Mirai stayed kneeling on the ground, starting to sob, begging for death to fall upon him from the heavens.


Mirai’s sobs slowly lessoned as he punched at the ground, releasing his anger and disappointment at himself upon the earth. Calming slightly, Mirai finally realized the word was still turning, and the power level of his father was speeding towards something that felt very dark and foreboding. Looking sadly at his love, Mirai crawled over to kiss his lips for the last time.

“Goodbye my darling…you deserve better than me…don’t worry….I’ll clean you before I leave…no one will understand your pain…..but I will always love you….don’t forgive me if you don’t want to….I don’t deserve it.”

Standing Mirai walked to Gohan’s torn clothes, then sighed. They were so torn. Finding his jacket, he pulled a pack of capsules out. Opening one, he took some of the clothes stored in it and went about cleaning, then dressing Gohan. Smiling sadly down at him, the Saiyan prince took his denim jacket, placing it on Gohan to keep him warm, before placing his sword in Gohan’s hands. Dressing himself, Mirai took one last look at Gohan, before lifting into the air, speeding towards his faltering father’s power level. He sighed as he flew, tears falling to the earth as he sent his last prayer to Dende, hoping the new Kami would hear him and take pity on him.


“Please…don’t let him kill himself….let him live to grow old and be happy…may he forget me and live in peace….don’t let them wish me back either…I don’t deserve it. I never did…not if I could hold those feelings in my heart…”