Can I request number 6 in "For want a Nail" form 🙏. Pretty sure piccolo would be the that kind of partner in a relationship
“You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!”
Piccolo rubbed at his eyes, half swaying on his feet. He’d never been this tired before. His eyes hurt and his head pounded and it was a struggle to concentrate. He never should have started skipping out on his meditations. And for what? More sparring, more training, more excuses to spend time with Nail. It was pitiful. Weak and pitiful. And now he was going to pass out for it.
“You’ve been neglecting your body again, haven’t you.”
Nail’s comment was not a question. He propped his hands on his hips, looking at Piccolo impassively. Piccolo shrugged. “What, you care or something?” His voice was rough with exhaustion and he winced to hear it. Disgusting.
“Yeah, actually, I do.” Nail shook his head. “This may shock you, Piccolo, but most people have this thing called ‘compassion’ that compels them to feel bad for others.”
“I know what compassion is,” Piccolo growled, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. It helped ground him and woke him up a touch, but he was still bone tired. He was going to collapse from exhaustion at this rate.
“Here.” Hands were on his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. “You need to sleep.”
Piccolo tried to glare at him, but he wasn’t sure how successful it was. “I don’t sleep. You don’t sleep. Our entire species doesn’t sleep.”
“We do if we’ve been forgetting to actually take a rest for a week straight,” Nail shot back. “Just for a little while. Humans call it a ‘power nap,’ I think. Come on.” He tugged, and Piccolo followed, not bothering to resist. There wouldn’t be much point, anyway; in his state he could only put up a token resistance. Nail could overpower him easily, and he refused to give the bastard that satisfaction.
Nail led him down the hallway to the room he’d taken over when he and Piccolo first defused and Nail started living on the Lookout. From what Piccolo knew, he mostly used it as storage for the things he collected when they went sparring–rocks, branches, dried plants, living plants in tiny jars or pieces of broken pottery. There wasn’t much other use for it, since they didn’t sleep. Piccolo certainly never used the room that Mr. Popo insisted belonged to him. The only one who ever slept there was Gohan on the rare occasion he stayed on the Lookout overnight.
To Piccolo’s surprise, though, the bed in the corner looked fairly well used. He raised a brow at Nail, who shrugged. “It’s comfortable, and sometimes I like somewhere quiet to relax with a good book. Now come on, lie down.” Grumbling, Piccolo crossed to the bed and started to crawl onto it. “Hold on.” Nail’s hands gently lifted Piccolo’s turban off. “You don’t want to have your weighted clothes on for this. I swear, Piccolo, that’s half the reason you’re so tired all the time.”
“Some of us aren’t happy getting complacent during peace time,” Piccolo muttered, but he tugged his cape off and let it fall to the floor before crawling onto the bed.
As soon as his body hit the mattress, it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. Shit. Nail had been right. Piccolo needed this. The last thing he registered before dozing off was a slight dip in the mattress behind him.
When Piccolo woke, it was dark, and he peered blearily around to see if he could figure out where he was. It was comfortable, and warm. His eyes started to drift shut again. Surely a few more minutes couldn’t hurt.
Something shifted behind him and his eyes blinked open again. There was an arm across his waist, pulling him flush against a body. He rolled over and squinted through the darkness. It was Nail, of course it was Nail. Piccolo couldn’t even be surprised.
Although wait, yes he could. It was all coming back to him now–he’d been so tired, and Nail had dragged him to his bed to sleep, and there he was, and there Nail was, except why was Nail with him? Such proximity was making Piccolo feel things, uncomfortable things, the same things that drove him to seek Nail out every waking minute while also screaming at himself to push Nail away. It took a long time for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did his vision was filled with Nail’s calm, sleeping face, and he swallowed.
Nail was so…attractive. There was really no other word for him. His full lips were parted slightly and Piccolo wanted to touch them. But that would be so inappropriate, so he held back, instead resting a hand on Nail’s side and closing his eyes again. He still needed his sleep.
The second time Piccolo woke up, it was to Nail’s smiling face. “Hi there,” he murmured. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Piccolo mumbled, blinking sleep from his eyes. The situation suddenly registered, far clearer than it had while he was still half-asleep, and he shoved away from Nail, his back slamming into the wall. His eyes went wide and panicked. “What the hell?” he demanded. “Why–why are you here?”
“I needed some sleep too.” Nail shrugged with one shoulder. “Come on, can’t a guy sleep in his own bed?”
“But–” Piccolo rubbed his forehead. “I’m sleeping here. Get out.”
Nail jerked back in shock. “I–you can’t kick me out! This is my bed!”
“Well I–you–we can’t be in the same bed, that’s just weird.” Piccolo shook his head and sat up. “I’m not sleeping with you. If you won’t go, I will.”
“What, so you can work yourself half to death again?” Nail grabbed Piccolo’s shoulder and shoved him back down. “I don’t think so.”
Something in Piccolo’s stomach twisted about how easily Nail could push him around, but that wasn’t the problem right now. The problem was Nail’s very handsome face directly over his, and the colour creeping up Piccolo’s exposed neck. “Let go of me before I do something we’re both going to regret.”
Nail leaned down, fangs bared. “Try me.”
Without thinking, Piccolo grabbed both sides of Nail’s face and pulled their foreheads together with an audible clack. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his antennae around Nail’s in a searing kiss. Yes, this is what he’d wanted, what he’d really been searching Nail out for. Nail didn’t move against him, but he didn’t struggle either, and Piccolo opened his eyes to see Nail staring bewilderedly at him.
“What…” he whispered hoarsely. One hand came up to cup Piccolo’s face. “What are you doing?”
Piccolo swallowed. “I can’t sleep with you because I don’t understand what these feelings are yet.” It was only a partial truth, but it was easier than the full truth. He understood his feelings just fine–better than usual, a little too well, even. He just didn’t want to admit them. “I want to kiss you and–other things.”
“Other things?” Nail smirked and slid one antenna up Piccolo’s, drawing a startled gasp. “Well. Lucky for you,” he said, brushing a thumb over Piccolo’s cheekbone, “I want to kiss you too.”
How about "building a wall of pillows between them" as PART 2 of the Nail issue with need for contact. I wonder why Nail didn't ask for Dende? Must it be piccolo to be close to him? Oh when is 3rd born after piccolo & Nail's separation? +Mean & Green
Piccolo kept his arms folded and glared at Nail. “That was a one-time thing.”
“Please.” Nail’s hands clenched into tense fists at his sides. “I need–not contact, this time, just–emotional closeness.”
“I can’t.” Nail kept his eyes steadily on Piccolo’s. “He’s not old enough–not emotionally mature enough.”
Piccolo barked out a laugh. “What, and you think I am? I’ll fully admit I’m not good at anything to do with emotions. I never have been.”
“Please,” Nail repeated. “You don’t even have to touch me this time. I just need you to be close by, to know there’s someone here with me.” Nail reached towards Piccolo and he flinched away. “It’ll only be a few hours. Surely you can take such a small time away from your precious training?”
Piccolo growled. “Fine. But no touching. If any part of you touches me I’ll rip it off.”
Nail gave him a relieved smile that sent a strange feeling around Piccolo’s chest. “Thank you. I promise you will not regret this.”
Piccolo doubted that very much, but he looked over at the bed. It was bigger than the tiny cot they’d been forced to share the first time. It seemed like it had actually been built to hold two adults. Hopefully that would mean they wouldn’t accidentally touch each other while Nail slept.
Nail had spent an awful lot of time sleeping since he defused with Piccolo, so much so that they’d given him the Lookout’s main bedroom. While Piccolo had gotten over his exhaustion fairly quickly, Nail was taking over a week. Dende said there was nothing to be concerned about, but Piccolo wasn’t so sure. It wouldn’t do to have Nail constantly asleep. Piccolo had been counting on him as a training partner. He couldn’t exactly train with someone who was asleep.
He grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed and shoved it to the middle of the bed. Satisfied, he grabbed another and moved it as well. “What are you doing?” Nail asked.
“Making it so you don’t accidentally touch me.” Piccolo pointed at the pillow barrier he was building. “Now if you’re going to sleep, sleep. I’ll be right here.”
Nail came over and put a hand on Piccolo’s shoulder. “I really appreciate this, Piccolo.”
Something electric rushed through Piccolo from their point of contact. “No problem,” he blurted. “I–go to sleep.” He shrugged Nail off and curled up on his side of the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping Nail wouldn’t push anything further.
Shortly, he felt the other side of the bed dip as Nail climbed into bed, and within a few minutes he could hear Nail’s breathing slow and even out. He was asleep.
Piccolo wished he could fall asleep, but he wasn’t even tired. He tried to empty his head and meditate, but his mind was whirling with thoughts that all demanded his attention at once. All of them were about Nail. He had no idea what to do. He wanted to tell Nail to stuff himself, but he also wanted to keep Nail around. When they’d first defused he wasn’t too keen on the idea of Nail sticking around, but he’d grown on Piccolo, and now he was anxious for Nail to recover so they could actually spend time together.
The problem was that Piccolo hadn’t been lying when he told Nail that he didn’t know anything about his emotions. It had taken months for him to figure out that he thought of Gohan as though he were his own flesh and blood, even longer to decide that he actually did enjoy the company of Gohan’s parents and their friends. With Nail, he’d been around the block enough times to figure out that he felt something positive towards him, but he had no idea what it was. It was different than how he felt about Gohan or Dende. They were like unto kin for him. And it wasn’t like with Goku, or Tenshinhan, or even Chi-Chi, where they were friends but not particularly close. Piccolo didn’t have a name for how he felt about Nail, and that bothered him.
He peeked over his pillow wall at Nail. Nail’s eyes were closed, his face soft, lips parted slightly. Piccolo swallowed and rolled onto his side, his back to Nail, mentally chastising himself.
Nail was unwell and trying to recover. He didn’t need Piccolo’s weird feelings about how handsome he was all over the place.
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