Nailed
By Pixelgoddess

Summary: Quest side-story, but you don’t need to read that to enjoy this. Kinda PWP. Piccolo loses his virginity. *g* To Nail.
Warnings: Sex. Gay sex. Gay Namek sex. Yaoi. Pink and green penises. Pissy Piccolo. Horny Nail. Do I really need to give any other warnings?
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Gohan rose to his feet and prepared to leave. “Are you sure it is okay for me to go home now?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

Piccolo, still hovering, uncurled from his meditation pose. “Go home, kid. I’m sure Videl would like to see you.”

Gohan gave a sheepish grin. “She wasn’t too happy when you dragged me off. We had a date that night.”

“Sorry. I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need you,” he said. Gohan had been spending more and more time with the girl – he seemed much happier and more confident since they had begun seeing each other. After those difficult years after Goku’s death it was nice seeing the boy actually looking forward to things.

“It’s okay. She complained because it’s expected, but she understood. Videl’s a lot like Mom that way – gripes, but she doesn’t really mean it.” Gohan grinned. “I’m supposed to take her out on the town to pay her back. She always looks so hot when we go dancing.”

==Is that what they are calling sex now?==

~~Go away Nail.~~

==Calm down, Piccolo. I think it is nice the boy has such a willing lover.==

Piccolo scowled. It was difficult enough to accept this boy – this young man - he considered his son having sex without having Nail rub it in.

“What’s wrong?”

Piccolo shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Gohan grinned. “Poor Piccolo. Who’s bugging you? Kami or Nail?”

He smirked; Gohan had seen him do this too often. “Nail, who else?”

“What about?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

==Why not tell him? You know, Piccolo, I have never understood why you never made the young man your lover.==

~~He’s like my son, you asshole!~~

“Piccolo, what’s wrong? You look really pissed,” Gohan asked with concern.

“I think you should leave, kid. Nail and I are about to have a discussion,” he growled.

“Sure,” Gohan laughed, rising from the ground, “kick his butt for me.”

Piccolo waited until his student was out of sight, seething at the damn-fool stuck in his head.

“What in the fuck is wrong with you!?” he finally shouted, so angry he couldn’t maintain any kind of mental speech. “It’s bad enough when you give me crap about Goku and Vegeta, or anyone else who catches your roving eye, but you leave Gohan out of it!”

==You’re just mad because you know you missed your chance.==

~~I didn’t miss a chance, you asshole. It was never a possibility.~~ He could never think of Gohan that way. As far as he was concerned, Gohan was more his son than Goku’s. ~~He trusts me; I’m his teacher. The kid is more important to me than anyone else - I would never risk that friendship.~~

He could hear Nail’s sigh. ==You’re too human sometimes, Piccolo. But believe it or not, I do understand – and agree with - your reasons.==

~~So why do you keep saying stupid things like that?~~

==Fine. I won’t ask you about Gohan anymore.==

~~Or Goku. Or Vegeta.~~

==Do you have to eliminate all of the good-looking ones?==

~~Nail…~~ he growled warningly.

==Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Saiyans are off-limits. Got it.==

~~Good.~~ Piccolo returned to his meditating.

A few minutes later, the pest renewed his efforts to slowly drive him insane.

==Piccolo…I have a question – a serious question.==

Piccolo sighed. Nail apparently wasn’t going to leave him alone today.

==I know you haven’t been around any Nameks but Kami, Dende and I…you know we normally live in colonies, right?==

~~So I’ve been told,~~ he answered grudgingly.

==So how can you stand being alone all of the time? Doesn’t it bother you? I grew up surrounded by friends and family – a Namek who lived alone was rare. We are meant to have others around us.==

~~Kami lived alone for years…~~

==Kami is weird,== Nail laughed.

Piccolo chuckled. He had to agree with the pest. ~~You’ll get no argument from me about that.~~

==Seriously, how can you stand it? Aren’t you lonely? Why don’t you ever have bedmates or lovers? Oh, quit growling – you sound like one of those Saiyan monkeys. ==

Piccolo suddenly wasn’t sure whether to be enraged or embarrassed – or just plain uncomfortable at his prying. ~~You know why. My heat was hell.~~

When his transformation had started he had been in the wilds, days away from anyone, training to kill Goku. He hadn’t known what was happening to him. Piccolo didn’t have anyone to act as a heat partner – didn’t even know there was such a thing. It was like his body betrayed him – the almost overnight transformation from his childhood form to adult form was incredibly painful, especially since he didn’t know what was happening and had no one to ask. Nothing he did was enough and everything he did just seemed to cause him more pain – he was nearly insane when it finally ended.

==You plan on staying alone for the rest of your life because of that? You aren’t the first Namek to experience a difficult change. Why don’t you at least try?==

Damn it – why did Nail keep doing this to him? Why did he let him do this? Nail would bring it up and he would end up spending hours meditating, trying to answer the questions the other Namek asked. And he didn’t have any answers. ~~What do you care anyway, Nail? Why are you constantly giving me crap? Why in the hell can’t you let it go?~~

==I’m not trying to give you crap. Believe it or not, I’m really trying to help you.==

~~You sure as hell aren’t doing a very good job of it. Did Kami put you up to this? He’s usually the one who thinks I need his asinine guidance.~~ He was beginning to believe fusing with these two pains in the ass was a huge mistake. It wasn’t like the power he got from them had done him much good in the long run. Maybe he would be better off weaker but without Kami’s attempts to hen-peck him or Nail’s efforts to turn him into some kind of pervert.

==That chicken-shit old man? I don’t believe his stories about why he left. I think he was so obnoxiously self-righteous he scared away any potential bedmates.==

Piccolo laughed at that, secretly hoping the old pain-in-the-ass was listening. Serve the old bastard right. ~~I swear Nail, you are worse than Vegeta. Have you ever stopped to consider I really might be asexual? Maybe I’m not interested.~~

Nail chuckled knowingly. ==If that were true you wouldn’t be spying on the Saiyans having sex. A lover would do you a world of good.==

Piccolo winced at that memory. Vegeta had noticed and given him a hard time the next day. It was one of the stupidest, most embarrassing things he had ever done. The reason he gave the arrogant prince – curiosity – wasn’t the entire truth. Most of the people he knew were pairing up – hell, even Dende had a girlfriend at the moment – and he was feeling more alone than usual.

~~And whom would you suggest?~~ he asked sarcastically. After all, he had such a huge selection of potential partners.

==I would be willing.==

Piccolo scowled at the gall of the pest. ~~Sure. Let me just pencil you in. Right after you get the hell out of my head and into a body of your own,~~ he snapped.

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“Damn pain in the ass,” Piccolo muttered to himself. Why did Nail keep bringing up this whole sex thing, anyway? Years – he had gone years without thinking about it. He did his best not to think about it to the point he really believed he wasn’t interested.

And then Dende had begun his change and gone into heat. Piccolo didn’t know it at the time, but he did exactly the right thing for the young guardian. Rather than let the kid drive him crazy with his needs and hormones, Piccolo had shoved him in a room with a more than willing Gohan and Videl. It still pissed him off that Kami and Nail didn’t mention anything about what was really happening even then.

Not a word. Not a fucking word until he started feeling so uncomfortable around Goku and Vegeta. Seeing the Saiyans together kept making him think of things he had long suppressed and he began to question himself. Wouldn’t you know, Vegeta, with his ability to pinpoint his opponent’s weakness, noticed how much it bothered him? Teased him for months until some part of Goku’s sympathetic personality slipped through the damned Saiyans’ bond – only then did the arrogant bastard back off.

Piccolo sighed. Fine. He was used to the idea now. Maybe Nail was right – he should find a partner. That still didn’t mean he was going to have sex with Gohan – ever. Dende… GodS – the idea of touching that brat that way just made him shudder with revulsion. And Goku and Vegeta were a bonded couple.

There was really no one he knew – male or female – he would consider. He groaned as he pictured himself standing in front of this mystery person – ‘Excuse me, but could we fuck? I don’t really know what the hell I am doing since I have issues and I’m still a virgin.’

He winced as he pictured their reaction and the mystery person morphed into a hysterically laughing Vegeta. Oh yeah, that would work really well. It wasn’t going to happen. He was better off not thinking about sex, that was all there was to it.

Piccolo scowled to himself at the ridiculous direction of his thoughts. That damned horny idiot! Nail was starting to interfere with his training now. He rose from the ground and began concentrating, performing his split-form technique.

He adjusted his stance, preparing to attack *him - his second self, when he realized *he was smirking at him. Piccolo frowned. What was *he planning that would cause that look?

“It worked!” *he said, holding *his hands up in front of *his face and grinning. “This is great! Thanks Piccolo!”

Piccolo stared, stunned. That voice… “Nail?”

Nail beamed at him. “Yes?”

“But – but…” he was speechless probably for the first time in his life. How did this happen?

Nail laughed and drifted towards him. “Don’t get so freaked. It is only temporary. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Pity,” Piccolo muttered. “Otherwise I’d get rid of the old man as well.”

“Come on, Piccolo. Don’t be like that.” He drifted even nearer. “This is for your benefit, you know.”

He noticed how close the pest was getting and considered retreating. But he didn’t dare – if he did Nail would know how uncomfortable he was. “Took over one of my split forms – for me. Thanks,” he said sarcastically.

He studied Nail – somehow the other Namek taking over his second body had changed it slightly. The face was a little broader, jaw wider, lips plumper… Piccolo groaned inwardly. No, no, no. Just seconds and he was observing details like that. What in the hell was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be noticing how Nail was fractionally shorter than him, his chest larger, muscles of his abdomen only slightly less defined than his own. He shouldn’t look – he shouldn’t care. This was his own body, somehow kidnapped by the pest in his mind.

“How did you—?” he asked, trying to use the time to get control of his already confused senses. There was a scent beginning to fill the air that seemed to make everything look and smell sharper.

Nail smiled lazily, drifting until he was hovering so close Piccolo could feel his breath on his face. “You weren’t concentrating as much as you should have been on the form. I’ve been waiting for this moment, Piccolo. Why do you think I have been tormenting you the way I have?”

“Because you are an asshole?” he snapped. This wasn’t possible. It only happened once – heat only happened once. But just minutes in Nail’s presence and that familiar, painful tension was already filling his body.

Nail grinned at him. “I’ve been called worse – mostly by you.”

“What in the hell are you doing this for, Nail? If the split is only temporary why do it?”

Nail laughed out loud. “Do I really need a reason? Do you have any idea what it is like being stuck in your head with that crazy old man?”

“I have a damn good idea,” Piccolo said dryly.

Nail sighed. “Okay, okay. I did it because I think I can help you. This aversion to sex of yours isn’t normal - it is making you a miserable bastard.”

Piccolo scowled. “Maybe I like to be a miserable bastard.”

Nail smiled at him, fangs bared. “You know that isn’t true.”

“Damn it, Nail,” he snapped. “What is the real reason you are doing this? It can’t just be for my so-called benefit.”

“Of course not. I’m doing this for me too.” Nail rested his palm against his cloth-covered chest and Piccolo pressed into the contact before he realized what he was doing. “If circumstances had been different I would have seduced you on Namek. You are very good-looking, Piccolo - I have always regretted not being able to have sex with you.”

Piccolo growled and tried to shove him away. “No.”

“Really Piccolo?” Nail asked, reaching out and gently touching the dark ring surrounding the protective skin on his arm. “Why not? Can you deny what the scent of another Namek is doing to you right now?”

Damn him, damn him, damn him. He still associated these feelings with pain – even that little bit of contact should have hurt. He barely hid his surprise when he realized it didn’t – his entire body instantly felt wonderfully hyper-sensitive and Nail’s touching him only increased the sensations.

“See? This is why you needed a partner, Piccolo,” Nail said softly, continuing to touch exposed skin, fingertips brushing against his arm. Piccolo couldn’t seem to make himself want to make Nail stop. This was ridiculous- he should be able to control himself…but the sensations were so… good. “When you are in heat, your body is so sensitive, touching yourself is too intense – it causes pain.”

“How—?” He wanted to ask…hell, he didn’t know what he wanted to ask. He wanted to protest – he couldn’t be in heat again. But he couldn’t - he could only hover there, stunned at how right Nail’s touch felt against his face.

Piccolo began to wonder if there was ever any chance he could have refused the other Namek – or why he would have wanted to. All Nail had done was lightly touch his face and arms and he was already hoping for more. This contact was so different from sparring. Is this why Goku and Vegeta enjoyed touching each other so much?

“I actually do know what I am doing, Piccolo. Warriors would help each other through the change – it was part of our training.” Nail smirked. “And a great pleasure to practice.”

Piccolo hesitated. He couldn’t deny that his body seemed to want this, but it was a very strange circumstance and had the potential to be inescapably awkward. Nail could be a real jerk when he wanted to. “Damn it, Nail. If I- If we…” He scowled. “By all the gods – including the fucking Kais – if you give me crap about this in the future I will figure out a way to permanently unfuse from you and beat your idiotic green head into pulp.”

Nail smiled and removed the turban from his head. Piccolo blushed when he realized his damned antennae stood nearly upright as soon as they were exposed to the air. “Even Kami doesn’t know about this. Haven’t you noticed how quiet it is in your head? I kind of shoved him in a mental closet.”

Piccolo stared at the other Namek. Why didn’t these two ever tell him how to do this crap? “Teach me how to do that.”

Nail shook his head. “So you can shove me in there with him?”

Piccolo smirked and brushed his hand up Nail’s arm, noticing with amusement how it made the other Namek shiver. Apparently Nail had less control than he did – or wasn’t expecting him to initiate any contact himself. “Maybe I will torment you in return.”

Nail grinned and lightly skimmed the tip of an antennae with his thumb. Piccolo couldn’t bite back the little groan of approval. “Careful. I might like it – then what will you threaten me with?” Nail chuckled.

Piccolo didn’t really care anymore. His fingertips were fascinated with the feel of Nail’s pink ridges of skin, firm and unmoving, but with the texture of silk. Why hadn’t he noticed how his armored skin felt before?

And warm. He knew his body temperature was regulated by these areas, but the difference between the armor and the cool green skin was amazing. He never really paid attention to the difference on his own body, but on Nail’s the difference was remarkable.

And Nail’s hands on him… heat… electricity…. One touch and he felt like he was being touched everywhere – he wanted to be touched everywhere. He moaned when Nail stroked both antennae at once.

Nail chuckled at the sound. “You okay?”

Piccolo glared at Nail’s amused expression. “Of course I’m okay. If you stop now I will have to kill you.” Now that he had started, there was no way he would leave this experiment unfinished.

“Not a chance,” Nail laughed. “But this,” he tugged on the front of Piccolo’s gi, tearing it down the middle, “has to go.”

“Bastard,” Piccolo smirked, twisting his hand in the loose fabric of Nail’s gi, “Let’s see how you like it.” He pulled and the top shredded away from Nail’s body.

Nail glanced down at his exposed chest and smirked back. “I see. So that’s how it is going to be. You realize you are going to have to create new clothes when we are done – unless you plan on returning to The Lookout naked.”

“Somehow, I think that is going to be the least of our worries.”

Nail laughed and skimmed his chest with his nails, sending pleasurable chills throughout his entire body. “I’m glad to see you are starting to enjoy yourself.”

Piccolo echoed Nail’s movements, delicately tracing his now fascinating armored stomach muscles. “I might as well. Seeing as you are bound and determined to drive me insane with your incessant yammering.”

“At least you know when you are defeated.” Nail pointed at his cape. “Will you please take this stupid thing off? It is in the way.”

“Why don’t you?” Piccolo smirked.

“You would trust me to have that much weight by your head? The damn thing is a weapon all by itself.”

Piccolo nodded thoughtfully. “Point taken,” he said, removing the heavy cape and tossing it aside with a thunk. “How about yours?”

“I’m working on it, I’m working on it,” Nail said, struggling with the cape that was tangling itself around him.

Piccolo chuckled and destroyed the offending item with a burst of ki.

“My hero,” Nail laughed.

“Asshole.”

He was taken by surprise when Nail suddenly lunged forward and tackled him. Nail sat on his stomach and grinned down at him. “You know Piccolo, I think I like you like this.”

“Nail…” he growled, preparing to throw him off.

“Calm down, hero. I meant I like you with a sense of humor.” Nail smirked and put his hands on either side of his head.

He snorted. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. You were taking too damn long with the stupid cape.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. It is your stupid cape.”

“I thought you were going to try to seduce me,” Piccolo smirked. “What is taking you so long?”

Nail barked a laugh. “You have certainly changed your tune. Not a problem, hero – allow me to demonstrate.”

He bent close and let the tip of his tongue glide over the edge of Piccolo’s ear. Piccolo didn’t even try to stop the full-body shudder when Nail’s mouth closed around his antennae, licking and sucking the delicate appendages. There was so much sensation, so much contact – and it didn’t hurt. Fingertips and nails would make him shiver from the too-light pressure, and then Nail would follow his tormenting touch with the soothing warmth of his tongue, igniting a fire he had fought for so long to put out.

He traced over the ridges on Nail’s back, amazed at how slick the green skin felt under his exploring fingers. Some part of his brain kept saying this whole experience was foolish…impossible. There was no way that he was allowing… encouraging Nail – that damn pest Nail – to touch him like this. But damn – the scent of the other Namek was making the blood rush through his veins. He could feel the heat rising from his armor, the pink of their skin beginning to turn red.

Piccolo growled his annoyance when Nail stopped his explorations and looked at him. “Are you okay, Piccolo? I’m not going too fast, am I?”

“What in the hell are you talking about, too fast? You are going too fucking slow.”

Nail chuckled and sucked on the tip of his ear, making him writhe against the body that had him trapped. “Don’t be so impatient, hero. Take your time – enjoy this.”

Piccolo groaned. He hated to admit it out loud, but he was enjoying himself. What in the hell had he been thinking? How could he have lived so long without this pleasure? There was something… thrilling… about being pinned under the weight of someone whose sole purpose was to give him pleasure.

Nail’s hands… his mouth… were everywhere. Piccolo gave up trying to keep up with him and surrendered himself to the sensation. These feelings that had been so painful years ago were ecstasy now. He could only writhe and moan as Nail worked his way down, covering every inch of exposed skin with fire.

He arched his back helplessly when Nail’s hand pressed against his cloth covered erection. Piccolo blushed purple when he realized he had actually whimpered at the other’s touch. “Damn it, Nail. Quit teasing. If you are going to do something, then do it,” he complained.

Nail smirked at him. “Too bad we won’t get to do this more often. You are one of the most enthusiastic lovers I’ve ever had.” He curled his fingers in the last of Piccolo’s clothes and shredded them with a burst of ki.

“Do you have to destroy everything?”

Nail repeated the action with his own pants. “It’s more fun that way.”

“That’s because I’m the one who has to replace them.”

“Whine, whine, whine,” Nail said.

Piccolo gasped when Nail curled his hand around the hard pink base of his erection, slowly stroking. He was helpless to stop the moan of pleasure when a cool thumb glided over the leaking green head of his arousal.

“You like that, hmmm?”

“What do you,” he groaned, “think?” This was insane. Nothing should feel this good. Did Nail really think he wouldn’t like this?

“You are going to love this,” Nail chuckled.

Piccolo actually whimpered when Nail’s mouth surrounded his erection, his tongue gliding and teasing the firm skin. He struggled to move, but could only curse when Nail’s hands pinned him to the ground, fingers hard against his hips. “Bastard. Bastard! Let me move! I need- I need-!” Bastard. Nail was being a bastard. He was sucking and humming around his erection, but it wasn’t enough. Piccolo wanted more. He was positive Nail knew exactly what he needed, but wasn’t telling him.

“I know what you need, Piccolo,” Nail said, taking away that marvelous contact, making him groan in protest. Hard. He was so damned hard he didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. He nearly begged Nail – don’t leave him in this state. If Nail didn’t finish he would kill him – he didn’t care how – he would do it.

He could only glare when Nail moved. What was the bastard doing? Nail was grinning at him, stroking his own erection, almost thoughtfully. Piccolo stared, a ripple of concern passing through him. Surely he didn’t think that thing would fit in Piccolo – it was too damned big. There was no way. What was he thinking? “Nail…” he said warningly.

“Just relax. It will be fine.”

Piccolo screamed. Nail had suddenly shifted and impaled himself on his erection with a drawn out moan. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Hot and tight – he could feel blood pulsing through him and around him. He didn’t see how there could be anything better than this feeling.

Nail’s eyes were barely opened, his breath coming out in gasping pants. Piccolo frowned. He looked like he was in pain.

“Nail?” he breathed, hardly in control of his own voice. “Are you-?”

“Fine,” he gasped. “Fine. Just give me… adjusting…”

And then Nail moved, strong green legs flexing, rising up so only the green head of Piccolo’s erection remained in his body. Just as quickly he lowered himself, both of them moaning at the movement.

Piccolo wrapped strong hands around Nail’s hips, taking control, pumping his hips upward as he pulled the other Namek down, driving deeply into him.

Nail groaned and cursed. “Harder, damn it. Harder. I’m not some damn fragile toy.”

Piccolo snarled and flipped Nail on his back. Strong legs were instantly wrapped around him and he began to thrust with all of his strength. This was nothing like he ever imagined. All he could see was green. All he could feel was green. He could hardly believe he was actually buried deep in the lush body of another Namek.

Nail was gasping and cursing, fingers clutching his back and shoulders. “Pic- Piccolo- touch… stroke my cock…please.”

He didn’t hesitate – if he could give Nail even a fraction of the pleasure he was experiencing he would be glad. He slid his hand between their bodies, curling around the firm nearly red skin of Nail’s erection, stroking in time to his frantic thrusts.

Piccolo could feel something – could feel it…like there was a fire that started in his chest and traveled down until it seemed like his entire self was gathered in his groin. He didn’t see how he could contain himself – it was too strong – too much.

Nail began to shudder, curling even tighter around him, legs and arms clutching him tightly. Piccolo groaned as Nail came in his hand, the muscles around his own erection tightening almost painfully. He came nearly the same instant, screaming his release before collapsing.

Piccolo rested on his knees, sucking in gasping breaths of air. “Oh shit. Oh shit.”

==Oh shit indeed.==

He opened his eyes and looked below him. “Nail?” he asked when he noticed the absence of his partner.

==I’m back in here.==

Piccolo frowned regretfully. He wouldn’t have minded doing that again. At least his split form had lasted long enough for them to finish. He brought his hand to his mouth, smelling pungent herbs, tasting Nail's cool essence.

Nail chuckled. ==Good, isn’t it?==

Piccolo blushed purple, but continued what he was doing. If Nail was going to give him crap anyway, he might as well enjoy this.

==So what did you think?==

Piccolo smirked. ~~What? Are you looking for praise?~~

Nail laughed. ==It would be nice.==

~~I don’t know if I should risk inflating your already over-inflated ego,~~ Piccolo told him, grinning. He picked up some of the shreds of their clothing and began cleaning himself off. ~~Besides, you ruined my clothes.~~

==Don’t be such a baby. It is a small price to pay for sex with an expert.==

Piccolo barked a laugh. ~~Nice to know you aren’t egotistical.~~

==It isn’t ego if it is true.== Nail sighed. ==I really missed sex. I wouldn’t mind doing that again, Piccolo. I could teach you some interesting things.==

Piccolo grinned and made a new gi. ~~I’ll bet you could. You know…I think I would be willing.~~

END