What He Needs

Yes, I’m back with another one. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this is my favorite pairing and I will write about the Sons until my ideas run dry. I DON’T condone incest in real life, so don’t get crazy and tell me I’m sick and stupid things like that. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! THIS FIC CONTAINS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH A MINOR! INCEST!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE! DON’T CALL ME SICK, BECAUSE I’M AWARE THAT I’M UNINHIBITED AND I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE STORIES LIKE THIS NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY!!!! SO….. please enjoy.

Disclaimer: *Drums fingers on desk* You already know. But if you don’t…I’M NOT AKIRA TORIYAMA! There, now that that’s out of the way.

What He Needs by DetoxAngel

Mother is gone. We don’t know how it happened but she died so young, no one knew why. Not even Bulma knew the mystery behind my mother’s death, but she couldn’t find a thing wrong.

Dad and I were in the mountains training when all of a sudden he stopped right in the middle of a punch and I socked him in the face, but he didn’t move. He was immobilized by shock.

“Daddy?”

He pressed his fingers to his forehead and IT’d away. What, where was he going? “Daddy?!” I cried, frantically looking everywhere for him. Something is definitely wrong. Maybe the earth is in danger? I don’t know! I would wait for him, but I don’t think he’s coming back so I headed off to go home, not knowing what lied in store for me when I arrived.

Landing in the backyard, the first thing that gets my attention is the quietness and the front door to our house. It’s wide open, but something about it doesn’t look right. Walking in cautiously, I glance around to see that the kitchen is messed up, pots overturned and boiling hot rice on the floor. I’m immediately alert.

“Mom?” No answer. Where was my mother? Nothing else looked out of place except for the kitchen so I walk back outside and scan the area. Nothing. Is that why Dad left in such a hurry? The look in his eyes was cold fear and shock, like something bad happened and he could feel it. “Mom, no…” I’m scared now, afraid that if I leave, they might not come back and I don’t know where they are. Suddenly, there it is, Dad’s Ki. I take off without a moments hesitation toward the reading, scared to death of what I might find.

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She died in the hospital. Dad got her there as fast as he could but she didn’t make it. What happened to her? Dad found her knocked out on the floor in the kitchen, not breathing or showing any signs of consciousness. The doctors couldn’t explain, and that made me frustrated that they knew nothing that could help us. The entire Z gang was at the hospital, having felt Dads hostility from all over the world.

Tien was standing the closest to the door with his eyes closed, sweat rolling down his temple. Someone had to restrain Dad because when the doctor came out and nonchalantly told him there was nothing they could do with that emotionless tone doctors used, he lunged for her, ready to rip the information from her. But she didn’t know anything. Nobody did.

The funeral was held three days later, but he didn’t go. I go, wanting to see my mother one last time. Friends try to console me and I let them, I need it. I cry in Bulma’s arms, weeping for me and my father. He’s devastated, I’ve never seen him so crushed.

This morning he wouldn’t get up from the bathroom floor, where he had slept all three nights, refusing to sleep in their room. I felt sorry for him, I wanted to hold him but I understood that he needed some time to himself. I myself am hurting pretty badly too, clutching to Bulma for support. My knees feel like they’ll give out on me if I let her go now. The sobs wrack my small body as I cling helplessly to her, wishing it was my mother I was hugging.

“Oh, Gohan, I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do for you and your dad, let me know.” I nod into her chest, feeling so warm and secure. If only I could wake up, just open my eyes and find that none of this happened. I know better. “I-I…sniff...have to get back to Daddy.” She squeezes me one last time before I say goodbye to the rest of the gang.

I don’t trust myself to look back at Mom’s coffin.

Flying back home as fast as I can, I softly land in the front yard and carefully go inside. Dad is not downstairs so I assume he’s still in the bathroom. This morning, I had to go right beside him as he was leaned up against the sink, staring off into space with a faraway look in his eyes, like he wasn’t there. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t find the heart to ask him for privacy.

My mind wanders to last night, when I could hear him in there violently throwing up, crying and banging around. The next day, the mirror was broken, the toilet seat was cracked in two, and the shower curtain was ripped down.

I haven’t taken a shower in a day already and it looks like I’ll going for a day more.

It’s not that I don’t trust him or anything, it’s just that I’d feel weird if he saw me naked, even if I am his son and he’s seen it before. I just don’t want to, especially when he’s in the state that he’s in now, I’ll probably be the next thing he breaks if I’m not careful.

I quickly bypass the kitchen even though I have eaten yet, go straight for my room. What I really want to do is talk to Daddy but he isn’t the most approachable person these days. He’s taking it the hardest between the two of us, but I hope he’s alright because I need him too.

I strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed. Normally, I would be out with Dad or Mom would be making me study, but despite how much I disliked studying all of the time, I would give anything to have her nagging me again. Dad hasn’t said a single word to me since she died, he just went straight for the bathroom and hasn’t come out since.

‘Daddy, I’m worried about you’

The days events roll over in my head, bringing tears to my eyes. I just don’t understand why this is happening to me, I’ve been a good kid and Mom was always healthy. Or at least it looked that way. She died of natural causes and she can’t be wished back with the Dragonballs. How is Dad going to live without her? He won’t come out of the bathroom even to eat and when I go in there, it looks like, apparently he doesn’t sleep either. He’s killing himself slowly, too much in pain and used to Mom telling him what to do and taking care of him, he doesn’t even make the effort to try anymore.

A light tingling down below tells me I have to go. Just my luck. Not that I don’t want to see him but I would rather not see him the way he is. I’ve tried to talk to him, hug him, but he never responds or stiffens when I touch him.

I approach the bathroom door and realize that it has a crack in it, splinters sticking out from the gash in the wood. I’m afraid to go in there but the urgent need to pee leaves me with no choice. I open the door cautiously and see him curled up on the floor, his arms covering his eyes, sobbing softly. I gulp and cross over to the commode.

I don’t want to, but I have to.

“Dad, uh, I’m gonna use the bathroom so…just so you know.”

He doesn’t move. There’s a possibility he may not even know I’m here. I quickly empty my bladder and watch him, choosing my words carefully.

“Daddy, please. I need you too. Don’t leave me, I’m hurting like you are.” Still no reply and I begin to get angry. “How long are you going to lay in here sulking? Don’t you ca---

I’m cut off when his fist surges forward and connects harshly with my face. I hit the wall and fall to my knees. Tears sting my eyes as my hand rubs the spot where he hit me. I hear him gasp, the most response he’s given me in days and he stares at me silently, opening his mouth but nothing comes out. Wetness stains my cheek as I look back at him, my eyes showing very real hurt.

I do the only thing I can do. I get up and run.

“Gohan, wait!” He calls but I’m already in the air, blasting off.

He hit me…I can’t believe he would ever hurt me intentionally, I’m his son! He’s hit me before, sure, in the name of training, but I would have thought that hitting me after all I’ve been through would be the last thing he’d do.

I fall out of the sky when I see a dense forest and hit the ground so hard, it makes a body imprint. I don’t care though, the only pain I can feel is the pain of knowing that he hates me.

What did I do? Here I am, hurting like he is, trying to talk to him to get some love and he hits me. What for, she was my mother! The pain swells in my chest leaving me breathless, tears coming so fast, I can’t stop crying. Leaning up against a tree, I bring my knees to my chest and rest my head on them, shaking. Pain grips tightly at my throat, making it hard to swallow the fresh lump of agony.

For some reason, I don’t expect him to come after me and am surprised when I hear his voice a few feet to my right.

“Gohan, I’m so sorry.”

He says it softly, like a whisper, afraid that if he’s too loud, he’ll scare me off. I don’t turn my head to look at him, crying harder. He comes closer and kneels down to put his hand on my shoulder. I move away like he’s fire and suck in a breath, still choosing not to look at him.

“I really am sorry. I was…it just hurts…you know?”

“Of course I know!” I snap. “She was my mother, how do you think I feel?! I needed someone to comfort me, tell me that it was going to be okay, but you never left that bathroom. You never hugged me back when I hugged you. Never wanted to talk. I just didn’t want to hurt alone, why do you hate me for needing you?!”

“I don’t hate you, son. I just…you’re right. I haven’t been there when I should’ve been and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you but you have to understand, that I’m hurt and I just needed a little time to myself. I don’t know what came over me.” He softly tilts my head to meet his gaze and gingerly touches my left cheek.

“Oh god.” He murmurs. I already know I have a nasty bruise, I can feel it burn at his touch.

“Don’t hate me Daddy, I can’t live if you don’t love me, I don’t have anyone else.” I whimper quietly, rubbing my head in his hand, desperately seeking affection. His arms go around me and I cry harder the instant they do. I cry for Mom, me and him, my back jolting with each sob. He holds me securely and I cry into the soft skin of his neck.

It feels so warm and safe in his arms, like nothing can hurt me, but I’m still wary of him, hoping he doesn’t hit me again for what I’m about to say. “Please don’t hurt me. But, will you please just…spend some time with me, I need love so badly and---

“Of course I will Gohan, you don’t have to ask and I won’t hurt you again.” He kisses my head and releases me. But I don’t want to let go. He reaches down and lifts my legs into his arms, holding me and levitating in the air. On the way home, I snuggle closer into his warm chest, yawning and closing my eyes contentedly. I can feel him gazing down at me, and I look back up at him with owlish eyes. He gives me a small smile and pays attention to where we are going.

When we get home, I’m on the verge of sleep so he carries me up to my bed and lays me down gently, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.

“You can take a nap and I’ll tell you what, we’ll do whatever you want later.”

“Yeah!”

The door closes as he leaves and I take that nap. I don’t know how much time has passed since I’ve been asleep but when I wake up, it’s already dark out. Probably too late to do anything with Dad. Oh well, we can do something tomorrow.

Rolling out of bed, I’m reminded, and very unpleasantly, of the events following up to today.

‘Just don’t think of that for once, I can’t grieve forever. I love Mom and all but I really can’t afford to be unhappy now.’

The thing that keeps me from thinking about her too much is the thought of losing my father. He had already died once and the only thing that kept me together was Mom, but now she’s gone and Dad will more than likely feel obligated to die at the next threat to Earth and I’ll be left alone. She gone, it hurts but I have to live without her now and things are going to be a lot different. I just hope Dad can do it too.

I haven’t eaten all day and for most of yesterday so I am eager to go down to the kitchen for something to eat. I get halfway down the stairs before I realize that I can’t carry out my plan. Mom’s gone and I’m sure Dad can’t cook. That and the kitchen is still exactly the way it was before.

Wait a minute, am I alone?

Looking around, I confirm that he isn’t even here! Where is he?! I open my senses to search for his Ki, but I can’t find it. Where did he go, is he coming back?

Before I jump to all sorts of colorful conclusions, I go into the den area and sit down on a wooden chair to wait.

He’ll be back, soon.

Exactly one hour and forty six minutes pass and he hasn’t come home. I’m beginning to worry. For my sanities sake and the sake of circumstance I try again to reach his Ki but I still can’t detect him. Why can’t I? I used to be able to just fine before but now I can’t for some reason. Maybe he’s suppressing it or---

“Oh you’re awake, sorry I’m so late!”

“Daddy!”

I run into his arms like a helpless child and crush him to me. “What have you got there, Dad?” A small rectangular case is in his hand. “These are some capsules I got from Bulma. I had to wait for the food to be made. You hungry, little man?”

“Yeah, I’m starving!” My stomach contests to that and rather loudly. He laughs at the way I’m so much like him and pops open one of the capsules. A whole table spread of food comes out making my mouth water.

“Wow Dad! Look at all this food!”

Saliva seeps from my tongue and into my mouth in hunger. “Dig in son!” That’s all he had to say and I’m already armed with a knife and fork, helping myself to the delicious food. He looks hungry too and reaches over and seizes a chicken leg. The poor thing doesn’t even make it to his plate.

We eat noisily, not the way we normally eat, or at least not the way I normally eat. Unlike him I can’t pack away obscenely large amounts of food, but I can eat almost as much as he can but not in half the time.

“Ummm, this is so good, you know, Bulma’s mother cooked this herself. Great huh?”

I accidentally snort and food flies out of my mouth. He laughs at me and I laugh to. I haven’t been happier in days, simply sitting here and sharing a meal with my Dad, laughing and making jokes.

“You know, if Bulma made this, I don’t think it would be nearly as good. We’d probably get sick afterward.” I almost choke on a piece of noodle, cracking up at the joke. He’s funny. We finish eating and sit back, patting out stomachs. I get up and go over to sit next to him and he pulls my chair closer and rubs my head. A grin spreads over my face and we sit down and talk about nothing in particular, mostly about the horrible things that would happen if Bulma cooked the food we just finished eating.

Around this time, it would be time to go to bed, but I didn’t wake up too long ago and can’t go back to sleep so he agrees to stay up with me. We don’t have a television so we go out back to spar until he wants to call it a night.

While he’s walking to his room, he notices that I’m following him even as he nears his door. “You’re following me, Gohan?” I nod sheepishly and continue to be his tail, no pun intended, until he gets to his room. I jump on his bed and climb under the covers inhaling the combined scents I find. His is stronger than Mom’s but the smells are comforting and I roll over and wait for him to change in the bathroom. He comes back in and climbs in bed behind me. Turning, I latch onto his arm and rest my head on his chest, which is covered by a sleeveless dark blue shirt.

“I’ll watch you sleep.” His eyes slide closed and in minutes, his Ki has calmed to an even rhythm. Just earlier today he was curled up in pain in the bathroom, vomiting and spending sleepless nights with his head against the toilet, and now he’s sleeping, finally, and we’re both feeling better than we have in a while.

I hadn’t noticed it before, really, but my Dad has a really pretty face, awake and asleep and so at least I don’t have a problem staring at it until I too feel sleepy.

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Two and a half weeks later Dad and I have the kitchen clean and the bathroom repaired. Dad laughed putting his hand behind his head when he was cleaning up the shards of mirror glass. “I was really upset then, but I really have to learn to control my emotions or the next time something big happens, we may lose the house!”

Today is a rainy day, so we stay inside, not really doing much of anything but watching a television Bulma gave us. The program on is pretty funny, it’s called, “Superhero’s for Breakfast”. Dad was in awe at how to use the remote control, he didn’t know you didn’t have to get up to change the channels anymore. The program goes off and we head off to bed, this time I went to my own room, feeling beat.

“Goodnight Dad.” I wave, yawning.

“Goodnight son.”

I was sleeping peacefully, I guess, when I woke up to the cold breeze of the night and a bright ball outside my window. The moon was full again tonight, reminding me of the times I had my tail and would turn into Oozaru at the sight of the full moon. But it’s cold in here. I pull my blankets closer to me and bury my head in my pillow. I wonder if it’s warm in Dad’s room? Maybe not, but I bet cuddling up to him would make me warm.

So I grab my blanket and jump out of bed, tiptoeing into the hallway. My parent’s room is at the end of a short hallway, adjacent the bathroom. Noiselessly, I make my way to his room and stop when I hear what sounds like grunts in there.

Listening before I walk in, I hear him moan Mom’s name, like a kind of growl and I can here him shifting around in there. Maybe I shouldn’t join him after all.

Disappointed, I head back for my room when I hear a loud groan coming from inside. It sounds like he’s in pain. I go back, pressing my ear to the door. He’s moving around a lot, which must mean he’s awake. Or he’s having a nightmare? Something he moans catches my attention and makes me so curious I want to open the door.

“Yes, ohhhhh, Chichi…”

It’s not a nightmare, but I’m not sure it’s a dream either. Only one way to find out. Pressing my hand to the door, I slowly push it open and step into the dark room. Closing it as quietly as I can, my eyes sweep over the figure of my father on the bed. My vision adjusts and I can almost clearly see that he’s lying on his stomach and moving on the bed like he’s in pain.

One of his hands is gathering a fistful of the sheets and I can’t see his other hand because he appears to be lying on it. His breathing sounds funny, strained and deep, like he’s pushing something. I take a few steps closer until I’m about a foot away from his bed, looking down at him. He’s asleep, and he doesn’t know I’m here. His blanket is around his waist, the upper part of his torso exposed and his hips are moving rapidly, pressing into the bed and grunting every time he does it.

Is he hurt or something?

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

He instantly freezes. Oh! He IS awake!

“Are you alright, are you hurt?”

The strange breathing stops and his hips stop too. He turns to look at me and it’s then that I realize he’s sweating a lot and looks feverish, his face red and mouth open. He’s shocked at something. “Gohan!”

“Sorry Daddy, but it was cold in my room and so I thought it might be warmer if I slept with you. I came and heard you making noises in here so I thought you were hurt and it looks like you are.” I don’t know why he has that look on his face, like he’s seen a ghost, or worse.

“I-I’m fine, you can go back to bed.”

Fine? He didn’t look and still doesn’t look fine to me. “Are you sure nothings wrong, because you were squeezing the sheets and calling Mom’s name out. But I had no idea you were awake. I thought you may have been hurt or dreaming.”

“No, I’m really okay, go back to bed.” I was really hoping I could get to sleep with him tonight, but I do what he says and leave his room. Can’t help but notice he seemed embarrassed and a little angry at me, I don’t know why. Back in my bed, my mind wanders back to the way he was moving and the sounds he was making and they didn’t sound alright to me.

I wake up sometime around noon and the first thing I do is look for him. I have to know if he’s alright now. I find him in the kitchen and as soon as his eyes make contact with mine, he looks away.

“Good afternoon, Gohan.” He looks fine, not any different than he looked yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t tell he was sick yesterday. Maybe he didn’t want to worry me.

“Dad, about yesterday---

“What about it?”

“You looked sick or something to me and you told me you were okay but still….it looked so much like you were in agonizing pain and I only wanted to see if you were alright.” He puts the milk away and still doesn’t want to look at me. “I was fine. I told you that.” He says in a stern voice. “Well…if you say so.”

I don’t believe a word he’s saying.

“Are you going to die?”

His head whips around and he drops the spoon he has in his hands to finally look at me in disbelief. “What?! No! Why would you ask me something like that?!”

I don’t want to call him a liar to his face, but I’m scared that he’s hiding something from me so I have to tell him how I feel about it. “You’re lying to me. Something was very wrong with you last night. If you’re sick, why won’t you tell me, I’m scared!” My eyes glimmer with unshed tears as he looks at me with a frown on his face. He’s about to tell me something I don’t want to hear but have to. I knew something was wrong.

“Ok, Gohan, really, nothing was wrong with me, it’s just something I can’t talk to you about and I’d like it if you didn’t ask me about it again.”

What?!

“But---

“Don’t.”

Why not? Was it a bad thing? He looked shocked yesterday that I was there at all. Was it something I wasn’t supposed to see? Dad doesn’t say anything all through breakfast and it’s hard not to stare him questioningly. Well, if he doesn’t want to tell me, it’s definitely something bad.

“Does this mean I can’t sleep with you at night?”

“Yes.” He answers quickly. I was hoping he wouldn’t say that. “Okay.” I answer softly, putting my head down and eating the bowl of cereal my stomach suddenly doesn’t want anymore. As not to arouse suspicion I eat it anyway, not even tasting it, and roughly swallowing it.

So many questions I want to ask him, but he’s angry at me for being worried about him and if I’m not careful he’ll probably hit me again. I’m not a stupid kid and I can see that whatever happened to him is gone and he looks fine now. It wasn’t like that before. Whatever is happening happens at night. In the daytime, he’s shows no signs of looking sweaty and flushed, in fact he looks the opposite now. I wish I knew what he was thinking right now.

Obviously he has lost his appetite and pushes his food away from him, standing and going into the den. Guess it’s a safe bet to stay away from him for a while, until this thing passes.

I guess I’ll go to my room or something, think about what is going on and what I’m going to do about it. He may have been lying still because I just can’t see how he was fine last night! It was like, a person who cuts their wrist and tells someone they’re alright, it’s very obvious that they aren’t and that’s what this is like. I know something isn’t right but I’m afraid to find out what it is. It isn’t the same thing as when he was in the bathroom on the floor, especially sense he was fully aware of my presence after I had spoken.

But…he was surprised. At what, me? Why?

Maybe he is telling the truth, maybe nothing is wrong but there has to be some reason he doesn’t want to talk about it. Wracking my brain isn’t working, I can’t come up with a thing. It’s boring in here and everyday I’d watch television with him and we’d spar or go over to Capsule Corp but it looks like I’m going to have to endure some boring lonely days until this is over. If it’s ever over.

*Curiosity killed the cat.* Stupid phrase.

Normally, he would be ready to talk to me about it, if anything he wouldn’t keep something like this from me, what if I can help him? I don’t want to believe that he doesn’t trust me but….I don’t know. I want him to trust me, to know that I only want to help him.

So I’ve made my decision. Tonight I’m going to listen and see if he’s doing okay and if he’s not then I’m going to ask him about it again. Maybe I can trick him or beg him into telling me, because asking him doesn’t work.

When you wait for something to happen, it takes its time happening and what I want is for nighttime to hurry and come. Dinner was stale, not the food, but the tension around the table. Dad ate less enthusiastically than usual and didn’t look at me when I tried to talk to him.

I ask him if this has anything to do with the way he was acting in the bathroom and he glares at me hard and mean.

“Nevermind.” I say quickly.

He goes back to eating and I lose my appetite.

“Going to bed.” I mumble and gather my dishes, putting them in the sink to wash later. He then looks up at me, probably wondering why I don’t want to eat and looks down.

“Sorry, Gohan, but I can’t tell you.”

I want to scream why not, but I know he won’t answer me so I just go to my room and leave him alone.

The moon is big and bright red tonight, so I don’t have to turn on my light, I just lie down and stare at the ceiling. He should be going to bed soon, it’s almost midnight and it’s not like he has anything better to do anyway.

An hour or so passes and I’m still not tired but I close my eyes hoping for sleep, when I feel his Ki leaving the kitchen. It’s wildly going up and down, like he’s fighting someone, but I’m sure he’s alone.

I pretend to be sleeping, lowering my Ki and breathing evenly. He stops outside the door to my room and stays there for a second before opening it and coming inside. I struggle to keep my energy calm and breath lightly, snoring a little for effect. He walks closer to my bed and I can feel him looking down at me, but I know what he wants. He wants to see if I’m asleep.

His breathing is fast and frantic like he’s out of breath. I wish I could see him because I’ll bet he looks the same as he did last night. Then he leaves, closing the door silently and goes back to his room. I don’t get up immediately and wait for about a half an hour before I let my Ki return to normal.

I remember yesterday how he didn’t realize I was in the room or that I was coming and I hope that whatever is happening to him distracts him tonight. Getting out of bed, I stand up and am ready to go out into the hallway when a loud moan comes from his room.

What the heck? It’s happening again.

I’m so sure it sounds like he’s trying to fight something, but I know he’s awake. I know he is. He said Mom’s name again. This time I hurry to his room and hesitate before I go in. The same sounds can be heard and a creaking noise, all of it louder and more intense than yesterday. Oh, Daddy what’s happening in there? From the sounds of it, he doesn’t know that I’m standing outside his door.

I go in.

Instead of letting him know I’m here, I settle into a dark corner and watch him from where I am. It’s hard not to let out a gasp.

Oh. My. God.

If this is what he didn’t want me to know, then I guess he was right in not telling me, because I don’t understand. What is he doing? He’s on the bed, on his back this time, and…but…the sheets aren’t covering him. He is sweating badly, shaking and gasping as his hand, the same hand he used yesterday, is wrapped around his…

Woah!

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, please…” He pants, his hips drive up into his hand and he whimpers softly. His back is arched up and his head is twisted sideways into the pillow, his mouth open and eyes closed tightly.

Now I step out of the shadows and walk over to his bed for a closer look. Wow, he looks like an angel, with the sheets around his thighs and his face halfway hidden in the pillow. I’m not so sure he’s in pain anymore.

Why is he…touching himself like that?

His hand pumps his penis in quick strokes, but it looks like he’s doing it for a reason, I don’t know what but I have to know why. I don’t want to surprise him but if I don’t say or do something, curiosity will eat me alive.

“Is this what you didn’t want me to know about?” I ask gently.

He stops what he’s doing and bolts up, pulling the sheets around his hips.

“Fuck, Gohan what are you doing here?!” He’s never cursed at me like the before! He’s pissed.

“What were you just doing Daddy, why were you----

“Get out!”

“But Daddy---

“Now!” He growls and I stand here shaking with fear, but I don’t move.

“No!” I snap defiantly.

He glares at me and sits up. “Gohan, if you d-don’t get out right now I’m going to punish you in the morning.”

“Why in the morning? Not tonight? What’s wrong Daddy, you look sick, do you need help?”

“NO! Get out or I WILL hurt you!”

That is a risk I’m willing to take in exchange for some answers. “Why? What am I doing? Why are you sweating so much and you’re out of breath and shaking, please Daddy tell me why!”

“Leave. You weren’t ever supposed to see this. This is something I can’t and won’t talk to a child about.”

“I’m not a child! I just want to know why you’re so mad at me now and why you can’t talk to me about it, I’m your son! What am I going to do, hurt you? We don’t have anyone else and I was hoping you could tell me anything and not keep anything away from me! You don’t trust me, why not??!!!” I scream, making his eyes widen.

“Gohan, I’m sorry but you have to leave because you can’t help me with this. Your…your mother used to take care of this for me, but it’s isn’t something you’re supposed to see, now please, Gohan, I’m begging you to leave.”

“Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“I’ve been watching you for a while and you were…does it hurt?” He shakes his head like he can’t believe I would ask but I have to know. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“What does it feel like?”

“I’m not talking to you about this Gohan!”

“Yes you are.” I answer boldly, not caring if he slaps me now.

“I shouldn’t be, you’re my son.”

“Okay, so will you at least tell me why you’re doing this? You didn’t do it before, when I used to spend the night with you, but it’s like ever since that moon came you----

“You noticed. I…I’ll tell you but it won’t make this any better.” I’m listening. “I’m in heat.”

“In what?”

“Heat, Gohan. I…your mother used to make sure this didn’t happen, but now she’s gone and there is no one that can help me with this. Your mother was strong enough to take it but now that she isn’t here, I have to go through this for as long as it takes until I find some one compatible enough to….

“To what? What was Mom helping you with, what do you mean she was strong enough to take it. Did you hurt her?”

“No! I mean, huhh, I mean I need to…have sex with somebody of I’ll die sooner or later.”

“You what?! You said you weren’t going to die! You lied to me!” I wail.

“That was before I realized that this wasn’t working. I thought I could do it myself but it only gets worse. Bulma isn’t an option and the women on this planet can’t help me. Chichi was a fighter and as you know, half demon so she was strong enough to at least relieve me until it was over.”

He needs to have sex with someone. What is that?

“Sex? What do you mean?” He looks surprised that I don’t know and runs a hand through his hair. He’s still shaking and sweating.

“Gohan, I have to take care of this until I can sleep, but you can’t be here, you’ve seen more that you were supposed to see.”

“I can help you Daddy.”

“No you can’t, trust me. You’re a little boy, you can’t do this. Only an adult can help me and there are none on this planet that can. Maybe---

“No! I won’t let you die. You said that nobody is strong enough, but I am. I’m strong, and I want to help!”

“You can’t, I said!!! Let me make this more specific for you. ONLY a FEMALE can help me, get it?!”

I don’t get it at all, what is he talking about? Just yelling at me seems to be taking a lot out of him, and he is getting up with the sheets covering him. “You have to leave. I told you what you wanted to know, now go back to your room and ignore me.”

No! I’m going to help him no matter what he says. He’s my father and I would do anything to help him. “Daddy, let me help. I don’t know exactly what you need but if you tell me----

“Men are not supposed to have sex with boys. Boys are not supposed to have sex with boys. YOU CAN’T HELP ME! Gohan, you’re making this really hard and it’s taking all of my patience not to knock you out right now!”

“What’s sex? Tell me that and I’ll leave you alone.”

I’m lying.

“Alright, I’ll tell you but don’t blame me if you feel uncomfortable afterward.” I nod and he sits back on his bed, and pushes me away when I go to sit next to him. “I’d rather you were a little farther away when I tell you.” He says uncomfortably.

“Whatever you want Daddy.” Sweetly, I smile. He glares at me.

“Well, sex is intercourse between a man and a woman it’s how babies are made. There, now go.”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear! How do you do it?” He knew exactly what I wanted to know, I’m not stupid.

“Fine, it’s when a man puts his, uh, penis in the woman’s vagina, the thing she uses to go to the bathroom. In this case, that’s what I need to do. It must be a Saiyan thing because humans don’t have a cycle, human women have one but it’s different. I haven’t found a woman to do that with yet so I tried to take of it myself. What I was doing is called masturbating. It’s when I use my hand to make it feel better.”

“Oh. So if you do it with a boy, what happens?” He glares at me incredulously and lies down and rolls over.

“You weren’t listening or what? I told you, you can’t. You’re innocent you don’t know that it’s wrong for you to want to help me. That’s called incest, and it’s a really bad thing. Goodnight Gohan, I don’t want to talk to you about this ever again, it’s embarrassing and weird.”

Now, I’d like to thing I’m a smart boy so I know that he’s not comfortable with talking to me about this and all, but I really want to help him, I don’t want him to die. I walk over around the other side of his bed to face his quivering body and reach forward until my hand is on his heated crotch.

“Gohan! What the hell are you doing?!” He pulls away like I burned him or something and moves back.

“I thought that would help. I’m going to help you. You should know better than to think I’m going to sit by and let this happen to you. I don’t like it and I’m going to help you any way I can.” I go for him again and he grabs my hand to stop me.

“I’m five seconds away from hitting you.”

“Hit me then.” I challenge. He doesn’t let go of my hand but doesn’t make a move to hit me. “Why is it wrong for me to want to help you? I know I’m a boy, but I can do to you what you were doing before. You looked like you liked it and maybe if someone else were doing it, it might feel better. You’re my Dad, it doesn’t have to be wrong.”

“No, that’s why it’s wrong, because you’re my son. You don’t understand. Look, I’ll gather the Dragonballs tomorrow and ask for him to find a way to help.”

“You can’t Dad, don’t lie to me. We just got finished using the Dragonballs to wish away that meteor storm heading for Earth. You can’t use them for another year and by then you might die. So you expect me to let this happen to you?” His head is hung low and he’s sitting up again, looking defeated because he knows I’m right.

“I can’t do it. I would rather die than let you do this. It’s not right.”

“I don’t care.” My hand pulls the sheet from his lap until he reluctantly lets it go. “Don’t think about that, Daddy, just let me do it. I love you. I’ll do anything for you.” I whisper gently and with a shaky hand put it on the hot area between his legs. He gasps and tilts his back a little and I take it that he likes it so I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. My hand barely fits around him, it’s big and hard but I put my other hand to work and wring a groan out of him.

“Gohan…”

I exert some strength and pull my hands up and back down fast. His hips buck in my hands and I stare with awe at his nakedness. At this angle I can’t really get a good grip without twisting my wrist so I lower myself to my knees in front of him.

The scent coming off of him wafts to my nose and I can’t help but inhale it. He smells really good, like sweet bread and sweat, but it smells nice.

His hips urgently press into my hand, I know he needs this so I increase the speed of my strokes, not knowing what’s going to happen but wanting to make him feel really good.

“Huhhh Huhhh, yes Gohaaannn…” A drop of pearly white fluid seeps out of the hole at the tip where the pee comes out but it’s not pee. It’s white and clearish, now running down his penis and dripping on my hands. Without thinking, I lean forward and tentatively stick my tongue out to taste it.

“GODS, GOHAN!!” He cries, his back arching up so far he presses himself harder on my outstretched tongue. “W-what a-are you doing?!”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to taste the stuff that was dripping out. It tastes good.” He whimpers and balances his hands behind him, his head farther back. It must have felt really good if he didn’t ask me to stop so I do it again and his pelvis snaps up violently, pushing more of it into my mouth. I don’t know what to do, but I know I’m not supposed to bite him. He knows what I’m doing though and looks like he wants more so I lick him again.

He writhes on the bed, moving the same way I saw him moving before and he insistently rubs the back of my head.

“I….I need…”

“What?” I ask, licking it again.

“Your mouth. I need…please….”

“I don’t understand, Daddy.”

“Suck on it.”

I look up at him to see him looking back at me imploringly. I squeeze tighter and bring my lips back to it, open as wide as I can and close my mouth around him. He moans loudly and his hands shoot out to tangle in my hair. He’s shaking still and grabs the sides of my head and slowly lowers it on his lap and sinks my mouth down on him.

Whatever I’m doing, he likes a whole lot and I want to give him more but when the tip reaches the back of my throat, I gag on it and pull away.

“I’m sorry, I just, I need you to….no, you can’t, wait this is wrong, you shouldn’t be--- SHIT!!!”

The curse shocks me, but doesn’t make me stop what I’m doing. Pulling my head back up, I go down on him again and repeat until he’s sobbing above me. He keeps saying yes and moving my head up and down in his lap. For some reason, I like doing this and want to do more to him, so I concentrate on opening my throat to get more in and slide my lips down until he hits the back again. He stiffens and stops moving, waiting to see what I’m doing.

This shouldn’t be too hard since I eat food without chewing when I’m really hungry. I try to do it slowly, but it makes me choke so instead I pull up, take a deep, breath and jam it all the way down my throat.

He cries out so desperately it makes something between my legs ache, but I don’t pay attention to that and work on tightening my throat around him, my nose securely buried in the hair at the base of his groin. It hurts a little but I don’t really care.

“Mmmmmm, Go-han! That’s so good, baby!”

Baby?

He’s thrusting his hips against my face and I have to hold them down so he doesn’t accidentally kill me. He wriggles in my grip as I alternate between running my tongue from the base to the tip and putting it down my throat. My mouth is beginning to get tired at being opened so wide and I’m about to pull off when his hands tighten in my hair and holds me to him.

“Oh god Gohan, I’m cumming!”

Coming where?

Suddenly a burst of liquid heat fills my mouth and I choke, spitting up whatever it is all over him. He pulses inside my mouth and moans. It sounds nice coming from him. I swallow the stuff that’s squirting in my mouth, finding that it tastes like a stronger version of the stuff that I licked up before. It tastes delicious.

I glance up at him. Wow, he’s beautiful. Lips parted, eyes closed looking really satisfied and breathing hard. He finishes and pulls out, opening his mouth to say something.

“Man, Gohan that felt so good. You do that better than your mother did. Wow.”

Mom did that too? I thought I made that up or something.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That stuff?” I point to the remaining white liquid on him and his face turns red.

“I should have stopped you before I did it. It’s called sperm or cum and it’s the stuff that gets women pregnant.”

Oh no, will I get pregnant too?!

He sees the horrified look on my face and laughs. “No, don’t worry only females have babies, you can’t and anyway they can’t get pregnant that way.”

“I liked it.” A strange look crosses his face and he looks down at himself, still hard and pointing right at me. I have the undeniable urge to lick the cum from around his thighs and groin so I do it and he lets out a breathy moan. “I had to do it. Sorry. Are you okay now, did it work? So now you’re not going to die?”

Grinning, he grabs himself and rubs. “Uh, well…I’ll be alright.” He says uneasily and it’s obvious he’s not telling the truth. “You shouldn’t have ever learned to do that. Ever. Especially not to me. I was too powerless and horny to stop you though.”

“But if that didn’t help, what will?” He blushes and licks his lips nervously. “I told you you couldn’t. You aren’t a woman, I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen.”

But…I thought I was helping him! “Why didn’t you tell me to stop instead of begging me to suck on it? I could have been trying to think of something else!”

“Yeah, well you liked it!”

He slaps his hand over his mouth and turns redder. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. You weren’t really suppose to enjoy it, I don’t know why you did. You have to go before things get worse.”

Worse? They can get worse? “Things are already bad Daddy, you’re gonna die! When will it end?”

“It doesn’t until I have sex with someone.”

“There’s no way I can have sex with you?”

“No! I couldn’t! You’re my son if you don’t remember, and I would really hate for you to find out when you’re older why it’s so wrong.”

“I know I’m your son, who else would I be? I’m asking you if there isn’t a way you can do something about this. Please tell me there is, I’m scared! I’ll do anything, please Daddy?” Sweat is running off of him like mini waterfalls and his breathing sounds strained and labored.

“Is that supposed to be like that?” I gesture to his penis, which is still stiff and throbbing softly. “No, but it won’t go down until the sun comes up. Naturally, it would go down after what you just did, but when I’m in heat I need a different kind of stimulation to get me off.”

“Get you off?”

“Yeah. Anyway, I’ll think of something in the morning but I have to make myself exhausted and it’s going to take a lot more jerking off for me to do it.”

All of these new sex terms make me so curious, I want to know what they all mean. “Jerk off? How do you do that?” “With my hand, what I was doing before.” He says impatiently, waiting for me to get out of his room.

I want something. I don’t know what, but this feeling in the pit of my stomach wants, demands something else. Some kind of weird feeling makes itself known between my legs but I already know what it is. Ignoring it, I stare at him for a long time as he strokes himself and bites his lip. He growls something unintelligible under his breath and tugs faster.

I want to do that but he seems to be enjoying his larger hand better than he enjoyed my smaller ones. So I just watch in mute fascination while he jerks off right in front of me.

I don’t know if it’s possible for a penis to be nice looking, but if I had to say so, I’d say his looks pretty good. Come to think of it all of him looks nice, his face is really nice and his body looks great. I don’t know why I’m thinking of that but I can’t help it when my thoughts wander to the heat between my legs.

If I touch it will it feel good?

Well, if he likes it….my hand ventures into my boxers and lightly touch my thing. I shiver as a zing of pleasure goes through my stomach. I wrap my fingers around it and sigh.

“Wha--”

Oh! He’s observing me in awe as I mimic his hand movement and jerk myself off. “How?”

“It was stiff like yours so I thought this was the way I’d make it go away.”

“You really liked it.” He whispers in amazement.

“W-what uhhh does that have to do with this?” I groan, jerking faster and pushing my hips up into my hand.

“Men and boys only get erect thinking about girls. But I don’t believe you got hard thinking about me.”

“What’s wrong with that?” My fist moves in a blur and I can feel my balls tingle and I guess I’m about to cum soon. Licking my lips, I pound my throbbing flesh harder and faster until my body locks up and I arch into my hand. Dad watches me silently and I feel like my energy is pouring out of me in sizzling shots white.

“Ah, ah, ahhhhhh!” I cry, squeezing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth. Panting, I bring my hand up to my face and look at the stickiness on my hand. I frown and stick my tongue out to taste gingerly. Dads tasted good, what about mine? I find that it’s bittersweet with a hint of musky flavor, but it’s not so bad.

I wipe it off on my boxers and my head snaps up as I hear Dad roar and explode in his hand right after me. Smiling lazily, I crawl over to him and put my tongue at the tip of his spasming penis feeling him spurt.

“Awwwwww, fuck, Gohan, that’s hot!” He groans and rubs himself on my tongue. This feels good. I know he said I’m not supposed to like it and that it’s wrong but how can something that feels so good be wrong?

After I lick up every drop, I grin up at him and have this overwhelming desire to kiss him. On the lips. But I don’t dare do it and get up, stumbling slightly and turn to go.

“I’ll go to bed now. But you have to promise you’ll think of something tomorrow Daddy. I hope you do, because then….”

Maybe I shouldn’t have looked at him.

He has this strange look in his eyes, like he wants to say something but is afraid to. I stop by his door and wait to see if he wants to tell me something.

“Well…there is one way you could help me.” He says it so quietly I barely hear him.

“What?”

“There’s something you can do for me. I wouldn’t have asked but the sun doesn’t come up for another five hours and I’ve been like this long enough to know that before I die I’ll probably go crazy enough to do it anyway. So I’m asking you first.”

“What is it Dad?” If he had a plan why did he take so long to tell me? Kami is finally answering my prayers. I’ll do whatever it takes for him to live through this.

“I can have sex with you.”

“You can?! Why did you say no before?”

“I didn’t want to do it, but I don’t want to force it on you later. Better to suggest it while I still have a little control.”

“You can’t make me do something I don’t want to do. I’ll do it.” He scoots back on the bed until his back rests against the headboard. “This isn’t right. I want you to know. But if you really want to help me then this is the only way. I’m positive it will work. I don’t want to just do it, I like do some things before I…you know.”

“Like what?”

“Come here.” I eagerly rush over and jump on the bed, waiting for him to start. He pulls me closer until I’m in his lap and I feel my face heat up shyly. “Have you ever kissed someone before, Gohan?” I nod no wordlessly and he gives me a small smile. “Your first kiss should be with a girl but….”

I’m huffing lightly in anticipation as he leans down and softly presses his lips to mine. I groan into the kiss, closing my eyes. His lips are soft and plump and warm on mine. So this is kissing. Nice. That’s all I expect from it so I’m surprised when something wet touches me. His tongue lick at my lips, wet and insistent. I gasp and open my mouth. When I do, his tongue slips inside and finds my own.

Oh, wow.

I shyly lap at his tongue and he moans into my mouth, so I must be doing something right. He tastes like cinnamon buns and toothpaste and I’m immediately addicted to it. I can feel that strong need return between my legs. I can’t stop making sounds, whimpering and moaning into his mouth, he holds me and my arms take on a life or their own and come up to wrap around his neck. He likes that because he pulls me closer and kisses me harder, licking my lips and teeth.

I never knew something so simple could feel so good, my body is alive with feeling and my head is swimming with desire. All of a sudden I feel his hands reach down to caress my ass lovingly, and I wiggle against him, feeling his hot hardness rub up against my stomach. He breaks the kiss and leaves me flushed and panting.

“I have to teach you some things.” He says and lowers his mouth to my jaw line kissing down my neck and licking my collarbone. “Ohhhh Daddy that feels nice.” My chest heaves excitedly, and my small hips unconsciously grind into his. His hands spread across my thighs and rearrange them so that I’m straddling him. The position makes me blush hotly.

This is all so new and so good, every thing we’ve done felt good so I can’t wait until he has sex with me, it will probably feel good too. Daddy says he needs someone strong and I’m way stronger than Mom was so I can take it easy. But, if I don’t have a vagina how is going to-----

He rips my boxers off and pulls me up and then down on his lap. I hiss when his hot penis makes contact with my ass. “You’re mother was a dirty girl, but she wouldn’t approve of this.” He breathes into my neck. He nips and sucks the skin right below my jaw and a jolt goes through my body. This position in his lap makes it easier for me to get the much needed friction I crave and for him to grind against my buttocks.

“Daddy.” I whine in a voice I didn’t realize I could produce.

The sucking on my neck has gotten more intense and I nuzzle my head into his hair, moaning his name. “Hold on.” He lets me go and leans over to his left, opening a dresser drawer and pulling a jar of Vaseline out.

“What’s that for?” He doesn’t answer me right away and hastily takes the cap off and drops it on the floor. Meanwhile I’m wiggling around on his lap, rubbing against the heat of his crotch. “Ummmmm…” I hum, closing my eyes and arching back.

All of Dads movements stop and I know he’s watching me, but I can’t stop, it feels too good. “Gods Gohan you would think you’ve done this before.”

“Is this what sex is?”

“Not quite, but you’re about to find out. Get up a little.” I almost cry at the loss but rise up on my knees anyway. He scoops up some of the Vaseline and reaches between us to rub the stuff on him. “What’s that for?” I ask again.

“Lubrication.”

For what? I want to ask but don’t want to annoy him with my questions. He looks so pretty right now, I thought only girls were pretty but he’s…really pretty. He rubs the petroleum all over until his penis glistens, sweat dotting his skin. Then he yanks me back to him and cups my ass, kissing my chest and working his way down to my nipple.

I sharply suck in a breath, shoving my hips into his. “Oooohhhhh, Daddy when are you going to do it?” “Soon, just hold on a second.” And then I feel his hands spread the cheeks of my ass and pull me up.

“Gohan, I know you want to help and I know that you want to do this but I have to warn you. This is going to hurt.”

What? Pain explodes in my ass when he thrusts up and shoves it right in me. I scream and struggle to get away from the terrifying discomfort but he holds me in place and grips my hips tightly.

It hurt so bad! This is what he meant by being strong? Why would anyone want to do this, there’s nothing good about it!

“I’m…sorry Gohan...but I promise the pain will go away, don’t cry.” I hadn’t realized I was but I am and not so silently, my head going to bury in his strong chest. I want to beg him to stop and tell him that it’s too big to go in there but I don’t have the courage to say it. His breaths are ragged and hitched, likes he struggling with something, eyes squeezed so tightly and veins protruding on his temples.

“Hahaaa, god, so tight!”

My butt moves to get away from the pressure but he holds my hips still and pushes more in, making me yell out in pain. I sob softly in his arms and he stops to let me adjust to the size.

I didn’t know anything could go up there, that sex would be different since I’m not a girl but I never thought he would take me like this and hurt me. After about ten minutes of adjusting, a strong heavy feeling appears in my stomach, and a somewhat nice pressure inside of me.

Unconsciously I writhe on his lap to get more of the feeling and he grinds his teeth together viciously. “I-is this it, Daddy? It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.” As soon as I let him know I’m alright, he begins to move me up and down on him, slowly then picking up sped making me howl his name into the night. Christ, that feels good! I moan so loud I’m almost screaming and he grunts below me with each downward tug of my hips.

“Oh my god, Gohan! So fucking hot!” I don’t know why but that he uses profanity makes me even hornier and soon I’m practically bouncing on his lap, gasping with pleasure. My head flies back and my eyes widen and roll into the back of my skull as the most intense sensations run through me. He releases my hips so that I’m riding him fiercely, my hands bracing on his chest to impale myself repeatedly on him. “Yes, ride me Gohan, harder!” I move faster and drop myself as hard as I can on him. It hurts but it’s a good pain, I don’t want to stop even when I feel the heat shoot up into my penis and settle there, waiting to burst.

Loud ‘ahhhs’ escape me and he once again takes control of my hips, thrusting upward now. I swear I see stars every time he pushes up into me, my stomach convulsing rapidly. The end for me is approaching fast and a golden light exudes from my body.

I involuntarily power up into Super Saiyan and feel *everything* tighten. He cries out and suddenly I find myself on my back and he’s on top of me, holding my arms above my head and wildly plunging into my tight heat.

This is sex. It’s amazing!

My legs go around his waist and he drives into me with a force that literally takes my breath away. Tears gush down my face, but this time I’m not crying in pain, but in indescribably complete passion. If I hadn’t been already lying down, I would have fallen over from the force of my release. It splatters all over his chest in scorching ropes of whiteness. My back arches up so far it feels like its going to break as he descends and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

My vision blurs and my voice goes hoarse until m throat burns with exhaustion. He moves from my neck and comes up to lock his lips with mine again. My arms reach up wrap around his neck and deepen the kiss. Hips rocking back and forth, I cry out in bliss into his mouth. I can’t believe it. I’m having sex with my father in his bed in the dark. For a split second, guilt overwhelms me when I find that I wouldn’t have been able to experience this if Mom hadn’t died, but the guilt is killed when he changes the angle of his thrust and hits something that makes me temporarily black out.

Wordlessly my mouth gapes open and I try to breathe but I can’t. Digging his fingers into my hips he leans back and pumps me slower but I thrash around trying to get him to pound me more.

“Daddy, please harder, HARDER NOW!!!”

I hear him let out the weirdest whimpering sound and strike that spot inside of me that makes my mouth go dry. Oh god, help me! The pleasure is astounding! It doesn’t matter to me that I still don’t fully understand what he’s doing to me but I don’t care, it’s a mystery how I’m surviving this onslaught of sensation. Everything feels so good, from the deep thrusting of his hips to that sucking thing he’s doing to my neck and the way his hands squeeze me so hard it hurts when I pay attention to it.

I’m startled when he screams my name at the top of his voice and something hot and wet fills me and runs down my thighs. Then something snaps inside of me and I reach the pinnacle of pleasure once again, my back bending upward to press myself against him one more time before he collapses beside me, spent and panting.

We lie there for minutes, my eyes growing heavy, completely drained of strength to move. “I never knew it could be that good. I-I never went that rough with your mother. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can barely control myself when I’m in heat. I’ve never felt anything so tight and hot in all my life and I thought sex with your mother was as good as it was going to get.” He pauses to take a deep breath.

“Did it work, are you alright now?” I can’t help but ask, I’d like to go to sleep knowing he isn’t going to be in any distress later.

“Well…”

What now?! After all that hard work?!

“It worked, for now. But uh, you see, ah…”

“Come on spit it out Dad!”

“This lasts for a whole week after the first day of intercourse so----

“A WEEK?! OF THAT?!”

He gets this disappointed look on his face like I said something bad. He must think I don’t want to do it anymore. Do I look stupid?

“Cool! I want to do it again, Daddy! That was best thing ever!” He smiles and then laughs heartily and gathers me in his arms. So warm and safe. I cuddle in closer, ignoring the dull pain in my ass, and kiss him shyly on the cheek. “I love you Daddy.”

“Awww, I love you too son. I promise, I won’t ever hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want to do. Thank you for helping me, it means so much that you were even willing to go through with it at all. I would have never done this if I didn’t have to. I want you to know that what we just did and will do is wrong and that your aren’t supposed to do this with another man.”

“Just you?”

“Not me…but if you ever want to, I’ll do it whenever you want because you saved me from insanity and death. Eventually, I would have probably raped you anyway, but I’m glad you consented before I could. Listen.”

He rolls over to face me and looks into my eyes. “I want you to grow up and be interested in females. Get married and have children, and never do to them what I’ve done to you. Can you promise me that?” I nod.

“Find a strong mate. I don’t know if you’ll ever go through heat but I suggest you find a girl strong enough to help you through it. And if it ever comes to that you can’t… just come to me and I’ll help however I can, alright?”

“Yes Daddy. I will. But I like doing it with you.” He gets squirmy and holds me tighter.

“Well, I really shouldn’t be doing this outside of necessity but…I’ll do it anyway, but you can’t get to used to it or you’ll never want to be with anyone else and god forbid….” He trails off.

“What?”

“…you fall in love with me.”

I can do that? Fall in love with my own father? I love him but I’m not in love with him, I can’t be. Can I?

“O-okay, Dad. I won’t, I promise.” But I don’t really know if that’s true. Already emotions of doubt and guilt are flooding my mind, and I’m hoping that I can do what he wants. Maybe after this week, we won’t do it anymore, and maybe I won’t want it if he doesn’t but…I’m not sure.

Should I just forget what we’ve done and move on someday? He seems adamant about going long term with this and I respect that, knowing he only wants to protect me. I’m still a kid, whether I like it or not and I have the rest of my entire life ahead of me.

Powering down, I look up at him and he’s sleeping, breathing calmly. I’m glad I can help him and I would give anything to make sure he was taken care of when he needs to be. It’s the least I can do.

Shifting closer I inhale his sweet scent and nuzzle his damp chest, settling in and closing my eyes. I’m going to need all the sleep I can get because that took out a lot of energy.

“Goodnight Daddy.” I whisper and drift off into a satisfied slumber.

THE END, DAMN IT!

Flames? Don’t want them. I don’t even want to know you flamers exist. If you do have any flames, kindly go play in traffic or something, as long as you don’t bring your annoying complaints to me. Thanks for all who have reviewed my previous fics, I appreciate that there are some people out there who aren’t pains in the ass about this stuff.