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Blame it on Hormones	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Blame it on Hormones.

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Warnings:

1. Sex--slash
2. I don't own DBZ as I've said before so I shouldn't have to keep saying it except I'm afraid lawyers from Japan are going to find me and put me in the gas chamber or something.

3. ...Goku/Trunks PWP *cough* Don't look at me like that.

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Looking back on it, it was probably not a great ideIt wIt wasn't like Trunks was known for brilliant plans or anything--he wasn't his mother. He blamed it on his hormones bei being a teenager, on the fact that he--whatever. He couldn't remember what started it really, what he blamed it on.

It happened. The slip of his hand when he meant to land a punch and ended up running his hand through the black spiky hair, the look, and then he just kissed him. Pressed his mouth to the larger one and waited for the inevitable shove, the disgust, the spitting on him and the jeers. The public humiliation, the everything.

But no.

The mouth opened agianst his, the tongues met and he whimpered, felt the large hand on his back and the gradual lowering as their ki dimmed and they sank downward to the ground, he was tall but Goku was taller. He stayed there with the arms around him, his arms around Goku's shoulders, hands in his hair and tilted his head so his mouth opened wider and gentgentle suction of the kiss made his head spin.

It was the prickly sensation of someone else's ki approaching that made them shove each other away, and even then he had stood there and licked his lips, looked at Goku and wanted to touch him again, closer, without clothes in the way. But he had dusted himself off, watched Goku scrub his mouth and turn to look up at the sky because it was his father that was there, looking down at them with that not-quite-so hateful look.

(Dad mellowed out after Buu.)

Trunks said goodbye with a wave and took off toward home. It was a mutual avoidance for two weeks, and he suffered his dreams in silence, jerked off in the shower until he thought his arm would break and subconsciously (he told himself it was subconsciously) started scanning all the rooms in the house for available lube. (Bless the internet.) When he found something as close to appropriate as he tht hht he was likely he could get, he pocketed it. Carried it with him everywhere he went (and thought with a sad shake of his head that if he got caught with it he'd never be able to explain his way out of it.)

Then, two weeks passed, he found himself out flying in the middle of nowhere. (Not without purpose of course.) Goku met him where they had been sparring the last time, and he touched down, fehe bhe bolt of pure energy shoot down his stomach and started to wonder if he was going to survive the remaining year of his teenage-years. Being an 18 year old super alien was hard enough without an advanced and missplaced libido. He was standing in front of Goten's dad with lube in his pocket after all.

Goku scratched the back of his head. Trunks shifted from foot to foot.

Then he decided to screw the nervousness, he was the son of the Prince of All Saiyans, he was Vegeta's first boy and he wasn't going to pansy ass around like he was waiting for someone to scold him. If Goku didn't fucking want him then he could say so but until he did, Trunks was going to assume Goku wanted him too.

He crossed the space between them, dropped his jacket on the ground and jumped on Goku (yes, he was eager) he wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders again, felt the arm around his back, the hand on his ass and kissed Goku again. Spent just a moment before their tongues touched again to wonder why the older Saiyan was allowing him to do this.

But that thought was pushed away. Goku turned them around and dropped down to his knees, dropped Trunks on his ass in the dirt and leaned down, reclaimed his mouth and pulled his shirt up out of his pants, pressed a large hand against Trunks's stomach (disgusting how that made his hips jerk wasn't it?) It slid up to his chest and then back down, he felt the thumb brushing against his pants and Trunks ripped the top of Goku's gi (why did he use such cheaoth oth anyway?) put his hands agianst the warm skin and pulled the weight of his body down against him.

Gasped when the hand pushed down into his pants and bit Goku's lip by accident. Which made the bigger Saiyan smirk. (Smirking did not look normal on Goku's face.) The hand rubbed against him and he reached between them to unbutton his pants and push the zipper down, allow more room for movement. Goku pushed his hand into his pocket and retrieved the lube, held it up and gave him a shake of his head.

It occurred to Trunks that it was a possibility Goku was possessed.

He reached up and curled his hands in the silky black hair, dragged him back down and kissed him again, spread his legs and arched up into the hand that moved against him, and whimpered them because his pants were in the way. Scratched his blunt fingernails down Goku's back until he reached his pants and growled in the base of his throat, shoved the larger man off him, pulled his hand out of his pants and wiggled out of them, kicked his shoes off and watched Goku do the same.

Looked at him naked for the first time and shivered, felt his stomach twist up into knots and his thighs were pinpricks of sensation. Tingling. Felt the bare skin against his as Goku moved back over him, pulled his knees up and open, sed sed down between his legs so their erections slid together, the fingers that moved down from his knees to dig into his ass and he panted for air as he grabbed the lube that Goku had put down.

"It shouldn't be me," Goku whispered, kissed him briefly. Then he was just there, above him, his arms holding him up and their hips rocking against one another. "You don't love me."

Trunks opened the lube. Considered answering that statement, wondered if there was a good answer to it, a reason he he wanted this and maybe he told himself as Goku took the lube and coated his fingers with it--he wanted it because he didn't love him. He gripped the arm at his right as Goku looked down his body at the fingers that pressed against his entrance, and Trunks sucked in a breath when he was invaded.

It was fullness, a stretch, burn, the feeling that it shouldn't be. He grit his teeth, felt the fingers move in him, the place where they entered him, and closed his eyes. Blush burned on his face hot enough he felt sweat prickle on his scalp. Goku shifted, moved down lower, and rested his face on Trunks' stomach, his hair tickled Trunks' skin and he opened his eyes, looked down, and the fingers in him moved, pressed against something that made him jerk away, and gasp.

The fingers moved out, and returned with more slickness, he felt the slid ease and whimpered as the fingers returned to the same place as before, stroking it and pressing against him softly. They moved in and out as a parody of thrusting, but Goku pulled away, looked up at him--so incredibly innocent, why did he look so innocent--and waited for him to tell him no. Trunks whined, rolled his hips up and pulled his legs out of the way, presented himself shameless for the taking and Goku moved back up his body, coated himself with only one hand and used that hand to position himself. LookedTrunTrunks.

And then he sank down into him, using his hand to lift his hips so the slide was easier. His dark black eyes slid closed and his whole body went tense and quiet, Trunks yelled, grabbed at his slick skin and felt the sharp rise in his power as a response to the pain, the shock. His own breathing was suffocating him, and he gulped down a burning breath.

Goku bared his teeth and hissed in a breath, his arm shook against Trunks' side and when he opened his eyes there was something very Saiyan in them. "Fuck" he murmured. Pulled back and pushed forward again, grabbed him by the waist and hauled him up off the ground so he was in Goku's lap, felt the legs straighten under him and the erection inside of him moved deeper, up against his prostate and he moaned, put his arms around the shoulders in front of him again and buried his blushing face in Goku's neck.

"Fuck," Goku repeated, and he moved Trunks on him, slowly as his fingers dug deep into his skin and he shook like he was trying to stop himself. Trunks straightened and looked at him, watched the darkening of his eyes and balanced himself better so he could move without Goku's hands.

"Does it hurt?" he whispered--like an idiot, like he should be asking Goku if it hurt. Oh, yeah, it hurt horribly.

Goku shook his head, grit his teeth and moved him a little faster. The heat between them was unbearable, he felt their skin sweating and slick and the ki was getting higher and hotter until the dirt and the grass started to spin in little eddies all around them. Erratic tiny tornadoes that rose and fell at their sides as he rocked on Goku.

But it was too slow. It wasn't what he thought it would be, and his erection was throbbing, his stomach was in knots, his skin pricked and tingled and he was biting his lip until it bled. It could be better. So he curled his legs and thrust down against Goku--faster than he intended--hard and the resulting cry was enough to make him quiver, the shock of pleasure, the twist of need and the sweat that dripped in his eyes and blurred his vision.

Goku rolled him onto his back again, reached down and pulled his legs up, hooked them around his arms and thrust into him. Fast and hard and he couldn't even breath like this, he felt the hardness all the way into his stomach, wrapped his hands in the sweaty black hair and held on as Goku moved faster and deeper inside of him.

He jerked back, shoving towards the pulsheatheat that thrust into him and made him quiver and shake and gasp. Goku was growling as he fucked him, pulling him up against him and insanely enough--growing inside of him. He felt he stretch, the unbelievable moment when he tried to jerk away because it was happening amd he was going to die if it did. It was too much and he couldn't breath and Goku gripped him hard and snarled at him when he tried to pull away, thrust into him as he came and sobbed because it was unbearable, the way it ran through his body and his heart was pumping so hard, the splash of his own release on his stomach and Goku pulled him up against him, jerked into him and sucked on his neck for a moment, pressed teeth into his skin and Trunks felt the tear, felt the flood of wet heat inside of him and shook hard against Goku as he tried to control his own reaction.

Goku lifted his head away from his shoulder and looked at him. Breathed heavy and grinned, shifted so Trunks could pull away and Goku slid out of him. They sat like that, naked and sweating, covered with their own release and just breathing.

"Vegeta's going to kill me," Goku said.

"Me too," he agreed.

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Goku: ...*shudder*

Trunks: Finally. How long did she have this idea?

Goten: You know...this might have the ability to verge into non-PWP state.

Trunks: No.

Goku: He's got a point... *notices Card glaring at him.* HEY! You wrote it woman!
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