Domination

Let's talk about Goten. I love him. I really do. This chapter makes me love him even more. The way he handles his insanity just make me smile. Lots of steamy boy love action in this considering the past 2 chapters lacked it. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! AND, I hope that everyone gets attached to our beautiful Mr. Dillon Santinni like they did to Zoomie. Considering that Dillon is now a major character.

Warnings: Heh…. Lots. Murder, gore, blood lust, insanity, rape, and SEX!! It’s about time! This chapter is not for the weak at heart… this is true. So all you little kiddies that are reading the story and NOT the warning… don’t you dare send a message or leave a review saying “Good gosh golly gee, Miss 22! I didn’t have the faintest idea about this! I am shocked and appalled!” … hehe…. Anyway, read the warning people… it helps us all out.

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT… that belongs to Akira Toriyama. I DO own Jason & his family, Dillon & his family, Zoomie, and even right down to Dillon’s lovely dogs. NO STEAL.

Dedication: You lovelies, this is all dedicated to you. If not for you, this story would not be as wonderful as it is. You rock.

Note: YOU WILL FIND ALL THE TRANSLATIONS OF THE ITALIAN AT THE VERY END OF THE CHAPTER!!

Chapter 10: Amore Italiano

I watched a woman get murdered this summer…

And did nothing to stop it.

It was my first time sneaking out of the house during the night and I wanted to see real action in the city. I had grown such an attachment to the city life ever since I ran away in January. And of course I was hoping that I would see Dillon again… I remember that I stole a hat out of a skater shop and ran like mad when the cops were called. It was such a thrill running from the law. I knew that I wouldn’t get that adrenaline rush if I had flown away. I ran into an alley, making my way through several little streets and corners, getting myself lost on purpose. I almost wanted to get caught by the law you could say.

When I knew that the police had lost me, I started to just walk around in the alley ways. I picked up a particular smell and a faint noise, my Saiyan curiosity making me follow in that direction. As I approached the area of my curiosity, the scream of a woman cried out into the night. I hid behind a corner and peaked around it, seeing 3 men surround a tiny black-haired woman, a resemblance to my mother. They were each taking turns raping her, all of them laughing. A very small thing inside of me told me to do something, but I shook that voice out of my head.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as one of the men lunged forward and stabbed her in the neck, her blood spewing out all over his shirt. The two other men stood back and watched as the main guy stabbed at her face and chest, still laughing at her. I didn’t realize how close I was to the crime before I felt blood splatter on my hand and face. When I looked at the dark red liquid, my heart began to race. Whispers started to ramble on in my head, making it difficult for me to concentrate.

I sniffed the blood, my body reacting almost sexually to the situation. I stuck my tongue out and licked the blood of the murdered woman, the taste sending tingles of ice all over me. I shook visibly as I licked my hand clean, helping myself to clean my face off. I heard a shriek of delight, the familiar sound of my ever near Eros. When the blood was gone from me, my body- along with another part of my anatomy- throbbed. Eros began whimpering at the loss of my pleasurable experience, his noise escaping my mouth. I looked around the corner to see the men still raping the dead woman’s body, their moans of climax arousing me even more.

I was so very tempted to join them, ready to receive pleasure from one of the men. I had inched my way out from my hiding place, only to stop dead in my tracks when I felt something on my fingers. Something prickly and familiar that brought fear into my heart and soul. When I looked down at my hand, I lost my breath. Memories of all the nasty creatures crawling all over me in my bed came flooding into my mind.

A voice inside my head began screaming at the flashbacks I began to have. That voice came out of my mouth, my screams of terror very obviously audible. I jumped up from the ground, the large hairy arachnid falling off my hand and onto my foot. I screamed more, kicking the bug away and taking to the sky, tears streaming down my face. Eros was no longer there to keep me company in the dark. Now it was my paranoia and terror that took over my body and mind, two other alters inside of me that would soon control my very existence.

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It’s summer time, and I have nothing better to do. Mother is always gone at “work” all day and night so what else am I to do? Just like her, I am never home. If I am not sleeping the day away, you can find me roaming the streets of the city, learning its layout and meeting all kinds of different people. After my encounter with the murdered woman, which helped to open me to a new fascination and lust for blood, you couldn’t get me away from the busy place. I wondered how many crimes I could watch at night, knowing full and well that each crime would scar my memory forever, making me seek out more.

It was almost like an addiction for me, making me actually want to do all that I saw. I kept thinking back to that kid I killed, kicking myself for not enjoying that murder. Instead of licking the blood and even going as far as raping the body, I got scared. How naive I was. They say that serial killers start out as a simple murderer, who get bored of what they did or want the thrill again. They say that the thrill of the kill starts to dwindle, and the killers start to do more and more and go to extremes. Like drugs, you want more.

Will that happen to me? If I don’t stop watching these murders, will I go out and start killing? If I lose that thrill of watching, will the thrill of killing people boost that for me? But what if I tire of killing a person? Then what? It’s so frustrating and scary of what I am capable of. I wonder what the me of the past would think if he saw me now...? He would probably start freaking out and questioning everything, that trauma slamming him into what I am now. Oh Kami…. Save me before I become something terrible. Please… dominate me before my insanity does.

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Jason was at my brother’s house one day. There was a midnight black Mercedes Benz in Gohan’s driveway when I arrived, the license plate saying “JASON17” (his football and track number). Obviously, it had to be Jason’s car. It was strange for me to see the Australian boy outside of school. I had almost forgotten how cruelly gorgeous the foreign teen was. His pretty golden-brown locks, half way hidden under a white & blue checkered Cabbie Hat, tickled the sides of his face whenever he moved his head. Those big golden-brown eyes sparkled in fascination whenever he figured out the lesson that my brother was teaching him. His fine athletic muscles tensed as Gohan patted him on the back, Jason being somewhat jumpy around him.

Damn that Jason Kemp… he really is dreamy. School girls fawned over him and guys were jealous of him. And after spending the day with him and my brother during their tutoring lessons, I made it official that I will bang him one day. Not only did Jason spend time with my brother, he hung out with me. Both of us never really saw each other as a “friend” until today. He gave me his full attention whenever I talked to him and wasn’t afraid of pushing me whenever we joked around with each other. It had been so long since I was able to just hang out with someone… it was nice.

By the end of the day, he decided that it was time to go on home. I remembered the hat that I had stolen and wanted to give it to him. It looked like the one he was wearing, but had anarchy and pentagram patches on it. He grinned at me with a beautiful smile when I gave it to him and he hugged me. His body was soft for an athlete, but it was a good soft. When he let me go, leaving me in a hot n’ bothered state, he took out a piece of paper and a pen. “So mate, you should call me sometime, alright? There’s no need t’ wait till school starts back t’ hang together.” He scribbled down his number and gave it to me, I myself speechless at the action. “Right then. Well, mate, gimme a call k? You can come over to my roost sometime.” With that, he scruffled my hair and left in his brand new Mercedes.

Gohan had joined me outside to watch the boy leave, scratching the back of his neck. I looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. “His parents got him that Mercedes last week for winning the nationals in track.” He mumbled and I nodded.

“I didn’t know he was rich…” I trailed off.

“His dad is a huge political figure in Australia and his mother’s family has always had tons of money. They live in a very nice 5 million home in the country just south of here. Trust me, I know the whole story.” He smiled faintly, watching the tail end of the luxury car fade away into the distance. There was a silence between us as we thought about Jason. “You know... it amazes me really. I worked my ass off to get a career started, buy a home, finance a car, and just manage to get by in life… and here you have a kid who already has a luxury car at 16 and parents who own 2 beach homes. Economy makes me sick.” He scoffed and walked away, leaving me to think.

Rich people have always been a bad thing for me. Even though I know Jason, I don’t know him well enough to think that he is like the rest of the rich assholes of the world. I looked down at the number, giggled at his girly hand writing, and then threw it on the ground.

See you in school, Mr. Kemp.

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Speaking of school, I learned that Trunks had actually failed his freshman year. How fucking amazing is that? When I overheard my mom talking to Bulma about it, I just HAD to go see the little ass fuck. I found him washing his new white Escalade outside, a scowl on his face when he sensed me. “The hell do you want queer?” he growled at me. Normally, I would have gotten angry at the statement, but I was in too much of a good mood.

“I can’t believe you failed!” I laughed in his face, hearing little hushed giggles in my head. The red face of Trunks only made me laugh harder. He was too angry to move, shaking in rage at me. I knew that he was going to attack me at any moment and I was very ready. Through my watery eyes of laughter, I saw that his face was still red, if not more. I looked him up and down, licking my lips at the sight. ‘Wouldn’t that red face be nice underneath you?’ Eros piped up finally. I was wondering when he was going to show. “It sure would be.” I murmured to Eros out loud.

“ASSHOLE!” Trunks finally attacked me, his fists flying at me.

I dodged the assault and tackled him to the ground, a hot grin on my face. ‘That’s right. Pin him underneath you. I can give you the power to keep him in place. He wants this, and fighting it only makes US hotter. Right Goten?’ Eros asked me and I nodded, a new strength inside of me keeping Trunks from escaping my grip. “He’s so pretty with his pretty hair, right Eros? ‘He sure is, Goten. I think it’s time you do something about his prettiness.’ Ok!” I grinned down at the purple haired prince, not caring that I was talking to myself. But he did. I could tell by the confused and frightened look on his face. “Kiss his pretty mouth and bit his pretty neck! That what Eros says!” I giggled playfully at Trunks, in my own little world.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Goten?!” He demanded with a new pitch in his voice, earning him a hard smack to the face, my fingernails scraping him.

He struggled underneath my aroused body, grinding against my hard cock. I moaned loudly and bent down to that pretty little face. I slammed my mouth against his, biting his lips hard enough for blood to spill. When he yelled in pain, I drove my tongue in and thrust my crotch on his. He bit my tongue but it only excited me more. With one hand, I ripped his shirt off, revealing a beautiful sweaty chest and abs. I let off his mouth and stared at his shivering body, seeing that his face was now red in either embarrassment or arousal. No matter, I was taking the advantage now.

Keeping his wrists together in my iron grip, I bit his neck several times and raked one hand down his chest, red bloody lines proof of my over excited hormone drive. “Trunks, I want you so BAD, you filthy prince.” I growled in his ear and undid his pants with my bloody hand. He shook as I touched him, whimpering ‘stop’. I arched my back and yanked on his nipple with my teeth, grinding my hard dick on him. My free hand snaked into his pants and rubbed a swollen cock, making delicious moans rip out of him.

I dared to let his wrists go, using both of my hands to open his legs wide. He just started at me in utter disbelief, probably shocked at the fact that my mouth found its way on the head. I sucked on him painfully, causing him to cry out and rip grass from the ground. I swallowed him further down my throat, using what skill I had to bring him to climax faster than he could imagine. Strong fingers gripped my hair and helped me to bob my head on the yummy cock in my mouth. He was close and I could tell. His voice got louder and his hands on my head became more forceful, an obvious sign of an orgasm.

At the beautiful moment right before climax, I pulled away quickly and spit out his pre-cum all over his face. He stared at me in more shock, his mouth opening and closing in an attempt to say something. Before he did, I threw his shirt at him and stood up. “Clean yourself up, Faggot.” I growled and flew away, grinning ear to ear at his cry of rage.

I so fucking rock.

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I am a sophomore this year. Unlike the time when I was a freshman, I actually feel confident and ready for school. I know I won’t get lost and all the dangers of bullies and homophobes don’t scare me. Maybe it was because of what I did to Trunks, but I definitely have a new kick in my step. I walked on campus with a wide grin on my face, dressed completely in black and fishnets, dark makeup around my eyes and self-made piercings on my lip and nose. While I passed the preps and jocks who all made nasty comments at me, I just gave them a middle finger and walked on.

Nothing could get me down. Nothing at all. I waved at Jason who just smiled at me with embarrassment, told my homeroom teacher that she looked nice, and even went as far as winking at Mr. Juanes. I even made a personal stop at the corner Trunks always hangs out with, grinning at him sadistically. Everyone around him stopped talking to stare, the girls on his arms glared, and the boys got ready to pounce on me. I was asking for a death wish and this couldn’t have been a better time.

“What do you want, Queer?” He just grumbled, not ready for me to invade his personal space again.

“Gee Trunks. I was just going to let you know how much your cum left a God awful taste in my mouth when you let me give you head,” his face immediately paled and the group around him did also, “Yeah… and here I thought that royal seed tasted better than crap. Oh well. Have a good day!” I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the nose and ran off.

Gods what a good year this will be! Nothing can bring me down. My first class is Art 2, and I can’t wait to get started. I almost want to skip and sing I am so happy. I walk around the corner with my books in hand, memorizing my schedule, smile plastered on my face. ‘Art 2-A / 2-B, Honors 10 Literature, Biology, AP Spanish 2, Lunch, History, Algebra 2, Psychology 1… Not too bad!’ I thought, hurrying my way to Art. Just as I reach the front of the school entrance, my heart stopped at an unbelievable sight. I dropped my books and book bag, my knees suddenly weak.

What is he…?

Why is he…?

I don’t…?

Oh Dillon…

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I awoke to white walls and a paper thin blanket on my hot body. My vision was blurry and I felt disoriented. “Oie, he is awake.” A male voice called out, helping me to lift up in the bed. I rubbed my eyes and then looked towards the source of my helper. Again, I felt weak just looking into those gorgeous golden-green eyes of my Italian man.

“Dillon…” I was barely able to speak, afraid that this could all be a dream and not wanting my voice to shatter it.

“How you doin, baby?” He smiled at me, his New York-Italian accent drawing me in.

“What happened?” I whispered, staring at him in awe.

“You fainted and hit your head. So I took you here to the nurse.” He gave me a little cup of water and a small pill. “This is pain killer. You’ll feel better in no time, eh?”

I nodded and then swallowed the pill and water, smiling at him. “Thanks…”

“Fo’get about it.” He helped me to my feet and grabbed my books. “I’m going to tell the nurse that you are leaving ok? Stay right here.” He touched my cheek softly and walked away.

My heart was thrashing in my chest. I knew that my face was red and I was visibly shaking. What could he be doing here? How did he find me? Why is he here? I almost jumped out of my skin when he returned, not ready for any of this. “Uh…” I started and he gave me his full attention, holding himself very proudly. “Um… w-what are you doing here?” I asked him and he gave a very sexy, toothy grin.

“Yeah. I figured this would be a little odd to you. My family just moved in about a month ago and instead of going to private school, I told them I wanted to go to a pubic school.” He led me to the door with my things in his hand, opened the door, and let me walk past him. He then followed right next to me, standing well over 7-9 inches above me. I looked him up and down without him noticing and made mental notes of his attire.

Instead of the expensive suit I met him in, he wore natural Goth attire. He was wearing big black skater shoes, black jeans that hugged his thighs, a studded and bullet shell belt, tight black shirt with a dark dark gray upside down cross, many eyebrow, lip, nose, and ear piercings, a studded collar necklace and fishnet gloves. On his fingers were pure silver and diamond rings, worth at least 50,000. His nails were painted black and were even sharpened. Around his beautiful eyes, black makeup curled in a design on the corners. His wasn’t as dark as mine, but he was still able to make his orbs pop out.

‘Kami what an amazing man…’

“May I see your schedule?” he asked me, snapping me out of my gaze.

“Uh… yeah sure.” I fumbled through my pockets and gave him my folded piece of paper, kicking myself for it being so worn already. He looked over the classes I had and smiled, both of us still walking to our class. “What?” I cocked my head at him, nervous as shit around him.

“We have a lot of classes together, babe.” He gave me his schedule, along with mine, and showed me the comparison. I looked down at the documents, shocked to see that we had every class but science and Spanish together. “What are the odds, eh?” he nudged me with a powerful elbow and I had to stop walking. He took two steps ahead of me and then stopped, realizing that I was no longer by his side. He turned and I stared up and down at him, still in disbelief that he was here with me.

There was no way he could have found me or even gotten into the same classes with me! I had a terrible sense of paranoia, a whisper in the back of my mind telling me that he was stalking me. I shook my head roughly to silence the whisper, not liking the newcomer. When I focused my attention back on Dillon, I was shocked to see that he was right in front of me, my eyes locked on his big chest. The smell of expensive cologne and his pure man scent filled my nose, causing my knees to go weak and my cock to start hardening. I knew I was shaking. I knew I was redder in the face. His strong hands rested on my shoulders, which quickening my heart rate.

Why does he affect me like this? Why don’t I feel this way for Trunks? What has this man done to me? His hands moved to my back and he helped me to walk down the art hall, keeping me from falling on myself. I looked up at him with hungry eyes, purposely resting my head on his chest. He looked down at me after that action and gave me the same look of desire. It was as if we were communicating to each other through our heads the same thing: I want to have sex with you.

Kami what a year this is going to be…

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I do wonder what happened to my love for Trunks or Zoomie sometimes. I look back on my infatuation with Dillon and I am still shocked to find that I was immediately drawn to him and needed him. Somewhere in my subconscious I felt that he was here for a reason. Like, he had been sent to me. Kami knows that I needed someone or else I would really lose my mind. I had Zoomie and I swore I had Trunks… It’s difficult for me to fathom, but here I am. Obsessing and lusting after a man that I hardly knew anything about. I ask myself again why he affects me like this.

Could it be his charming personality that hid a dangerous and dark side? Or that pale-olive toned face that the Gods themselves sculpted to perfection? Or just his hot body? People are not supposed to look as good as he did. It was almost like he was a carbon copy of Vegeta. Just Italian and much taller...

I lay in bed now, the cover of darkness hiding my display, daydreaming about Dillon Santinni. When I say daydream, I mean more along the lines of hot pictures of him flashing through my mind. My body tingles with ice as I move my right hand across my chest softly, imagining things that would make Vegeta blush. I want to feel his hands on me, bringing out delicious moans that Zoomie could not. I take my left hand and move it down my body, creeping it into my pajama pants. I daydream that my hand is Dillon’s as I grip my growing arousal, shivering in delight at the feeling. I rub the head agonizingly slow, drawn out groans escaping my lips. I have to silence myself or else have my mother walk into my room. I can only imagine how she would react to her faggot son masturbating to a man.

The rest of the day at school, Dillon and I didn’t talk much. But it’s not like we had the time. Our teachers were introducing us to new things already. Yet what we lacked in conversation was made up for in the looks we gave each other. Every piercing stare or hot smirk almost had me out of my seat. My erection was strained against the zipper of my jeans all day, driving me up the wall. I was even able to ignore the harassments I received that day. But now that I think about it, no one said anything to me… It’s almost as if no one will say anything because of Dillon. Or they were just in awe of his presence…

“Haa—h! Aahh…” I moaned out load, my finger running up a vein that had popped out on the underside of my cock. God it just felt so damn good! My body throbbed as pleasure laced my being, my pre-cum dribbled onto my fingers. “D-Dillon-n-n…” I moaned as quiet as I could, moving my hips off my bed. My right hand rubbed my nipple in circles as my left hand stroked my erection.

When Dillon said goodbye to me at he end of the day, no one looking, he had thrown his arms around me and held me close. I practically melted in the embrace, not able to hug him back. I breathed in deep to smell the cologne. His large hands that held me close gripped my back, rubbing up and down softly. “It was good to see you again, baby…” he bent down and whispered into my ear. I visibly shook and my breath hitched when I felt his hands roam down, down, down to grope my bum. “Uuu-hh…” Was all I managed to say before I too copied his movements, also feeling his hard ass in my hands.

“Ooohhh…. Oh-h f-ffuckk…” I climaxed quietly, my voice cracking, banging my head on my pillow. I bit my lip hard, spilling blood, trying not to cry out. My orgasm rocked my body, catching me off guard at its intensity. I slammed back down on my bed desperately trying to catch my breath. As my erection died, my body throbbing at the after effects, I could feel my hot cum on my hands and abdomen. I wiped my semen onto my hand and brought it up to my mouth, tasting my own essence. I flinched at how bitter and salty it tasted, but it was bearable. A taste I could come to love.

My next goal? To taste Dillon’s…

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It’s been about two weeks since Dillon started going to school with me. In those two weeks, mind blowing things have happened. That man has helped me to survive, taught me to live in the world I do. In the short amount of time that I have been with him, he knows everything about me. It was as if he could see right into my mind.

“You’re insane, aren’t you?” he asked me when we were eating lunch together one day.

I had to choke on my own food with the statement, so shocking to myself. “Do what, now?” I growled, averting his superior gaze. Tiny hairs stood up on my neck when I felt his eyes on me, a familiar and yet unwelcome fear creeping up on me. He grabbed my jaw forcefully and locked his eyes with mine. Almost immediately I wanted to scream, swearing on Kami and my mother’s life that I saw something dancing in his golden-green orbs; a sickening creature that called to me, demanding that I join him in his world of chaos and suffering. He let go of my jaw when I started to whimper in fear, his eyes that held deadly secrets and horrors beyond my imagination had softened.

“Ommatophobia. The fear of eyes. It’s what you have, babe. It can definitely cause paranoia and hysteria, which leads to insanity.” He said matter-of-factly. Again, I only stared at him, shocked with this new information.

“They have a name for it?” I asked him quietly, afraid to speak aloud with everyone watching us.

“Of course. There is a name for every phobia you can think of. You won’t believe some of the weird shit people are afraid of. Being afraid of eyes is actually a normal phobia… If you want to consider a phobia ‘normal’.” He grinned and peered around my shoulder, no doubt catching a nice view of Jason who was passing by. I saw him wink at the Australian boy, probably making Jason blush and walk away in a hurry. “Mmm…. That boy. There is something about him, Goten. It’s like he is hiding a dark secret that is just begging me to find out.” He looked at me again, but avoided eye contact. Such respect…

With that, I named another voice in my mind. Ommato, the one who controls my paranoia.

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Dillon invited me to go to his home this weekend. As much as I told him no, he managed to find a way to convince me. A very NICE way…

/FLASHBACK/

“Oh, c’mon baby. You will love my place! You will sleep in a king-sized bed and eat a meal meant for royalty! You can escape your mother and completely forget about the rest of the world.” Dillon had me in his embrace, having my body completely off the ground in a hold I couldn’t escape. He knows that telling me I can escape my mother will work, since I have told him bits and pieces of the estranged bitch.

“I don’t feel like it Dillon… It just—” I couldn’t finish my statement. I wouldn’t even dream of finishing it… after a pair of lips made their way onto mine.

I became limp in his grip, allowing him complete access to my mouth. His mouth moved against mine slowly, simply kissing me as a lover would. When I parted my lips for our kiss to get more extreme, he pulled away and stared at me with longing.

“Will you come?” He whispered, and I could hear the double meaning behind the question.

I searched his face for mockery, but found none. So, with my mind racing, I told him, “Yes…”

/END FLASHBACK/

So now we wait in front of the school, his arm around me as if to protect me from the stream of kids heading home. Not a single “faggot” was called out, not even a disgusted glance was shot our way. I have a feeling that Dillon took care of all of that…. Somehow….

“Don’t you have a car?” I asked him, watching Jason get into his Mercedes.

“Yes. But it is way too nice to come to this place. I do plan on getting a simple car though to drive to school in. And just think; you won’t have to ride the bus or walk home anymore.”

I nodded and stared at a beautiful black Chrysler 300 that pulled into the carpool lane. The windows of the luxury car were tinted completely black and the rims of the car shined in the light, their design costing thousands of dollars. The grill of the car had a custom emblem of a… family crest I would guess, while an Italian flag symbol stood proud on the front like a Mercedes or jaguar symbol. Two Italian flags whipped in the wind on the flag stands of the car and the engine growled like a tiger. Chrome pin-stripped sides were visible as the car pulled up in front of us and my jaw went slack. A crowd of people surrounded us, the car obviously drawing attention to Dillon and me. When the doors of the car opened, they opened from the floor up, causing me to tilt my head in astonishment. A large man in a black suit stepped out of the car and opened the suicide doors of the backseat, stepping out of the way for Dillon.

“C’mon bella.” Dillon stretched out a hand. I grabbed it hesitantly and he helped me into the back seat of the beautiful automobile. The doors came down and the car sped off, the hired driver putting on a show for the kids who were dumbfounded at the scene. Dillon spoke to the two men in the front seat in a language that was new to me, holding my hand still, and they nodded at him. I leaned back into the plush leather seats, mesmerized at the comfort. It was something I had never felt before and I liked it. I closed my eyes and let out a satisfied sigh, relaxing quite nicely. The ride to Dillon’s home was smooth and the sounds of opera filled my ears, their radio set on a special station just for that purpose. Dillon’s hand moved from my own to my thigh, caressing me.

The tender moment lasted for a few minutes before the car pulled to a stop and a window was rolled down. A few beeps later and the car was moving again. My Son curiosity got the best of me and I opened my eyes, peering out of the window to see where we had ended up. When I was able to focus on one thing, my jaw went slack again. A monster stared at me in the face; one of marble, stone, brick and wealth. Welcome to Dillon’s home, an original Italian Mansion.

Like the homes of European Royalty, the beautiful design of this house would take anyone’s breath away. White was the home, beautiful white marble that not a single storm could tear down. Completely surrounded by a large blockade of concrete and iron gates, the beautiful white house was accented by the brilliant colors of flower gardens everywhere. As we came around the large circle driveway, I was taken aback by the large cherub fountain in the center, also surrounded by bushes of roses and tulips, smiling at me in their hollow, angelic-like ways. The man in the passenger’s seat got out of the car and opened our door. Dillon and I piled out and I noted the red slate that I was stepping on.

Vicious barking noises brought my attention behind me and I backed away in fear. Four large rottweilers came racing towards us in attack, followed by 2 huge pit bulls. I ran behind Dillon, who only laughed and welcomed the guard dogs with open arms. All the killer canines licked their master, their tailless bums swinging back and forth, as if they had a tail, in love. I watched the display of affection as Dillon spoke to them in the same language that he used while talking to the men, but in a baby voice. I smiled as one of the pure German-bred rotts rolled onto its back, wanting its belly rubbed. His master did as asked and scratched the stomach, the dog’s leg starting to shake. Once the love fest was over, Dillon stood and called them away in a short “Via da!” and off they went. He then turned and led me into the large glass and stone doors of the mansion, immediately taking me into a world of wealth and beauty that Capsule Corp could not compete with.

Once inside, the first thing I saw was the red carpeted stairway that split into two ways going up to the second and third stories of the home. The white marble floors make a “clack” noise as I was led through the extravagant living room, full of luxurious furniture, statues of Michelangelo’s greatest creations and Armani figures, and the famous painting of “Creation of Adam” hanging over the over-sized fireplace. On the Cherry wood fireplace mantel, stood a huge picture of Dillon and his beautiful Italian family; all wearing white, flashing the same brilliant smiles of a family who truly loved each other. A loving mother of extreme sensual beauty, a powerful and strong father, two handsome sons that the devil would kill to look like, and the sweetest little angel of a girl… they all smiled at me, and I felt warmth within me that I hadn’t felt since I was first held by my father.

Dillon tapped my shoulder, getting me out of my daze, and led me to a large corridor that spilled into a grand library. The place kept me speechless as I was engulfed in the two stories worth of books. Large leather couches sat under a grand window, looking outside to the luxurious pool, courtyard, and garden. I looked around and noticed a spiral staircase that led to the second story where a desk and more couches would be found.

In one of the great chairs behind a mahogany desk, sat a larger man with fading black hair, a powerful jaw and thick neck that Dillon sported, reading the newspaper. The closer we got the better look I had. His face was aged and round, while it seemed his mouth formed a permanent frown. His forehead held stress wrinkles where as his eyes contained wisdom, determination and insight. He was still a handsome man, for being possibly in his late 50’s, “Perdonare il padre…” Dillon spoke softly with his head bowed and the man looked up, that permanent frown never fading. Dillon stretched out his hand as if to display me and said, “Questo è il mio amico, Goten.”

The man, obviously Dillon’s father, looked me up and down as if to size me up. He stood up and walked in front of his desk, crossing his arms like Vegeta would. “Suo amico?” His deep tenor voice boomed throughout the library, making me jump. I looked and saw Dillon nod, still keeping his head down. Dillon’s father walked up to me, a good 7 inches taller than me, and smiled wryly. “Welcome Goten. We hear much about you.” His thick Italian accent, which reminded me of all the mobsters in mob movies, was hard to understand, but the smile made me feel welcome. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Giovanni Santinni. Dare il benvenuto alla mia casa!” He grinned and grabbed my arms, bringing me in for a kiss on both my cheeks. I laughed slightly and made no attempt to pull away when he threw a large arm around my shoulder and lead me out to the living room. I glanced behind me to see Dillon following behind with this head low.

Throughout the rest of the evening, I met Dillon’s beautiful mother. She looked very young for her old age, but I guess the saying is true, “Age is like wine. The older the better!” She had thick curly brown hair that flowed down past her shoulders and back. Her face was beautiful, even if you took away the help of surgery and makeup. Her eyes, a bright chestnut color, captivated me and made me feel safe. She wore a designer dress that hugged her well shaped body and heels that would kill a hooker. Tanya Santinni was the name of this magnificent woman who all but welcomed me with open arms. I felt like I was her child whom she loved with her entire being. It was a wonderful feeling considering my mother was as neglectful as a mother shark to her pups. Her voice was a strong New Yorker’s and I saw the mixed dialect of Italian and New Yorker in Dillon, their 2nd child.

I ate dinner with the family that was present outside on the stone porch under the sunset. Soft Italian opera was playing throughout the house as servants brought the most delicious Italian food I had ever eaten to the table. I faced the pool and became in awe of the beauty of the golden light hitting the water. Dillon sat in my view and I was also speechless as the sun kissed his handsome face and thick black hair. He didn’t speak at word during dinner. Just ate and gazed at me through thick eyelashes. And yet, I was the complete opposite. I felt like a kid again, asking all sorts of questions.

“What part of Italy are you from, Mr. Santinni?” I asked.

“The beautiful city of Turin, just below the Italian Alps.” He answered.

“Wow… What about you, Mrs. Santinni? Where in New York are you from?” I turned to Tanya.

“Honey, call me Tanya. I am from good ol’ Queens. Not a shame in me for it.” She winked and sipped on Bordeaux wine.

“Incredible… Mr. Santinni, what do you do for a living? How did you get this beautiful home? Where did all the money come from? Did you win the lottery?” I asked with a bright smile on my face, completely fascinated with this family.

Giovanni laughed. “Son, my family has had money for a very long time. You can even trace ancestors back to royalty. So money has never been big issue. But if you must know, I am, how you say, in the trade business. Foreign, local… you name it. And side jobs here and there. I have men do most my work since I worked my way to the top a long time ago.” He smirked at me.

I grinned wider and looked over at Dillon, who simply nodded.

Incredible!

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The stars finally came out and Giovanni, with his lovely wife, retired to their room. Dillon showed me to his room and I was left speechless for the 5th time that night.

He owned the entire third floor of this beautiful home and took great pride in his ownership. His room had a medieval theme to it; dark reds, blacks, and purples rampant throughout. His bed, complete with black and purple silk sheets, was huge against the middle wall with a black canopy enveloping it. On his walls hung portraits of old kings and warriors, demons and hell, heaven and earth. His ceiling was a mural of heaven dwindling down into hell; complete with God and Satan. Over his bed hung an old 12th century portrait of a handsome dark red, muscular man who sported horns, a forked tail, and dying angels at his feet. I examined the portrait while wriggling my toes in the deep red carpet, sensing him moving behind me. I turned to see him digging into his black dresser for pajamas. Over the dresser hung a large LSD flat-screen TV, while on the dresser was a 1000 radio system.

As I walked over to the left of his room where the computer was, I made mental notes of all the nick-knacks this beautiful teenager collected. Next to the computer desk was a huge collection of CD’s that would take me hours to read just the title. On the other side of his room sat a black leather couch with two bookshelves on either side. His taste in books ranged from quests into the supernatural to homoerotic tales of demons, from authors such as Chuck Palahniuk to Isaac Asimov. “You can borrow anything that you like. Keep whatever you truly want.” Dillon spoke from behind me, spooking me.

I turned to see him in simple black spandex boxers and a tight black tank. He then handed me a pair of black boxer shorts that were too small for him and a black concert t-shirt with the band Korn written across it in purple splatter. Once both of us were situated in our sleep attire, Dillon grabbed both sides of my face and simply stared at me. He smiled lovingly at me and stroked the sides of my face with his fingers. “I didn’t think I would get to see you again. And here you are…” he whispered and kissed my lips softly. I closed my eyes and moved my lips against his, sometimes flickering out my tongue to tease him. He pulled away again before I could taste his tongue and said, “Lei è bello, Goten…”

He then led me to his huge bed, never tearing his gaze away from me. He fell back into the mattress and pulled me down with him, both of us tumbling into the sheets. I snuggled into the silken sheets and down comforter, the pillows around me engulfing me into a warm cocoon. A sudden exhaustion swept over me as I relaxed almost immediately. Dillon pulled the covers over himself, clapped twice to turn the light out, and snuggled close to me in the bed. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist as my back faced his chest, his fingers stroking my arms, lulling me to sleep.

Dillon…

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When I awoke, it had to have been about 3 in the morning. One of the large dog’s that took residence in the Italian mansion was barking downstairs, probably at a security guard or random animal. When I looked over at my companion, all snuggled in the extravagant bed and comforter fast asleep, my face became hot. Gods he was such a beautiful man, sleeping or not.

I reached a shaky hand over to his handsome face and stroked his hair. His hair was just as thick as a Saiyan’s and just as black too. I raked my fingers through his thick bangs all the way to the back of his head, getting out a small sigh from his delicious lips; a pair of lips that I was able to taste for just a few quick moments earlier that day. Ones that teased me and made me crave more. My fingers traveled through his hair and down the sides of his face, caressing the soft skin near his eyes and lips.

I moved closer to him under the covers, entwining my legs with his. While still stroking his face, I rubbed my nose against his own. A purr escaped me and my loins began to burn and ache. I became startled when I got a hard on, amazed at how fast I get erections. I whined and rubbed my cheek against his, inhaling his expensive cologne that hasn’t worn off yet and his essence of man. My exploring hand moved from his jaw to his shoulders, grabbing them in a desperate attempt to hold myself back.

I didn’t want to be rejected, especially by him. If he were to awake and throw me out because of my desire for him, that would be my breaking point. I don’t think I could stand it anymore. I would succumb to my madness, letting it lock me away to a place where I can’t be hurt anymore.

My erection was pushing against his powerful legs. The friction caused brought out a loud moan in my throat. ‘You don’t have to wake him… Just touch him… Not everyone has to be awake to help another reach orgasmic bliss…’ Eros was right. He’s always right. I am glad that I listen to him.

I pushed against him again, grinding the head of my penis on his hard leg muscles. An audible shout ripped through me as the pleasurable sensations rocked my body. The noise caused the heir to a million dollar “business” to stretch, freezing me in my place. His legs began to move around lazily, their movements rubbing my arousal, stopping me from breathing. I knew my face had to be blood red from the heat in my body. His face moved against mine and positioned itself underneath me as he rested on his back now. I looked down with my cloudy vision and gulped, transfixed on his lips.

I couldn’t help myself anymore. I scrambled to get on top of him and shoved my mouth against his. My tongue traced his bottom lip as I bucked my groin on his crotch. He moaned out at the movements I caused on his groin, parting his mouth far enough for my tongue to invade it.

My body was on fire.

I needed relief.

Carefully, I rocked my hips at a particular angle, rubbing his cock through the spandex boxers. His body shivered at the friction and he moaned again against my attacking mouth. A pierced tongue moved against mine, shocking me to stillness for a split second. ‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ Eros demanded with an aroused plea and I nodded, listening to my sexual master.

I sucked on the Italian heir’s tongue and ran my hands down his chest. His large hips rose up to meet mine, a large erected cock now rubbing between my buttocks. I pulled away from the hot kiss to see piercing golden-green eyes. They burned into my own, making my body quake. I expected Ommato, the one who controls my eye phobia, to slam on the breaks and stop everything. But Eros had been exposed to too much power. He was in control.

I looked at the magnificently sculpted face, my mouth moving to say something. But he placed a finger over my lips, shaking his head “No” with a horny smirk. I took the finger in my mouth and began to suck the tip, imagining that it was something else. He groaned loud and sat up in the bed, me on his lap. I thought that I would slide down onto the bed since I was sitting pretty far up on his thighs, but his hard dick kept me from that.

He placed another finger into my mouth and I sucked harder, worshiping the thick appendages. I grabbed his wrist to hold it in place while I took the fingers out and simply licked them. He was breathing hard and his face held a helpless, but determined, expression. My erection dug into his hard stomach and I started to move my ass against his pulsing member. When I began to nibble on the tips of his two main fingers, he made a loud grunt and bucked up his hips hard, making my pleasure-laced body shake. My eyes were slits and I could see his frustrated scowl in the darkness.

He jerked his fingers out of my grasp and pushed me off of him. My voice pitched in volume as he flipped me onto my stomach. I sat up slightly to figure out what was going on, only to have the rich teen’s body straddle me from behind. I felt his naked, hard cock push between my ass against my clothed entrance. Desperate moans escaped me as he tore away my boxers to my knees, grabbed my rigid member and stroked me fast. With his other hand, the fingers that I sucked on dug into my entrance, my sensitive nerve endings exploding with pleasure. I began to pant and cry out loudly as he skillfully began to scissor me open. I felt another finger slide into me and all 3 appendages thrusted in and out of me, letting me know what was to come. I shouted out as he craned his fingers at a sweet angle, slamming onto a spot that made me see the stars in heaven.

His other hand found its way to the head of my cock. He took two fingers and rubbed 2 sides of the most sensitive part of my anatomy. His hard dick was pressed against my balls, and his finely built chest was heaving on my back. He continued to rub the head of my penis and the sweet spot inside of me. I knew I was going to explode. I could feel my ki spike and my super Saiyan energy start to swarm in my body. My voice was hoarse from all the cries I was emitting. I wanted to be fucked NOW.

He must have read my disturbing mind because the fingers were soon gone. I whimpered at the loss of the touch, but that quickly changed. His hard cock rammed into my body, ripping me open and causing me to scream. No warning, no sign, nothing. I didn’t even have time to get used to the new sensation before he started thrusting into me hard. The pain caused tears to run down my face and blood to run down my thighs. I yelled in pain and transformed into super Saiyan. He wasn’t phased by it at all as he grabbed my hips with powerful hands, lifted them up off the bed, and slammed into me again.

My yells of agony immediately turned into screams of pleasure. With the new angle he had me in, he was hitting that spot again, but this time with his dick. He had a hold of my cock again and was stroking it in time with his fierce thrusts. I could hear him above me over my voice. He was crying out with me, thrilling in the wondrous feeling we were sharing. This was what we wanted when we first met. I knew he wanted to fuck me raw, and he knew that I wanted him to do that exactly.

We moved together, crying out in need and desire. We exploded together, our bodies shaking the bed beneath us. We collapsed together, holding each other as the last wave of our orgasm shook us.

We stared at each other with a longing now, both resting our heads on one giant pillow. He has pulled the covers up over ourselves and has his muscular arms around me. He then kissed me, letting his double-pierced tongue slip between my lips. I grabbed onto the back of his head and kissed him back, our tongues moving against each other and tasting one another. Then we both pull away and stared again. He smiled warmly and rested his chin on my head, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

I just sat there, letting him hold me as he slept. The voices in my head began to talk amongst themselves. Their main argument was whether or not this beautiful man could be trusted. A part of me wanted to stay with this man, replace my feelings for Zoomie and Trunks and just be with him. Another part of me was too afraid of the future. But… we finally came to a decision.

And for the first time in almost a year, I was truly happy.

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I awoke the next morning as a small ray of sun spilled over my eyes. Stretching and yawning, the ache of last night burned my muscles. As I moved to sit up, the heavy arms and legs of Dillon kept me down, pulling a chuckle out of me. “Dillon…” I whispered and squirmed out of his embrace, trying to wake him. When I was free, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and just sat there, rubbing my eyes and wincing at the pain in my ass. Why did something so orgasmic cause so much pain the next day? “I’m gonna be sore for weeks…” I whispered and shook my head to clear up the dizzy feeling I had.

Suddenly some fingers stroked my side, causing me to jump in fright. When I turned to see what happened, those beautiful golden-green eyes were watching me. “You scared the shit out of me!” I growled at Dillon who only laughed and stretched. He sat up in the bed, the covers carelessly thrown to the side, and I felt my face heat up. Built for perfection, his hard muscles flexed as he moved, reminding me again at how powerful he was for just a human. I had never seen him nude in the light, so it was a pleasant view. On his abdomen close to his large cock, I saw a small tattoo of a black inverted cross.

Confused, I tilted my head just as the Son’s of my family do. Dillon looked at his tattoo and grinned. “It’s an upside-down cross. Don’t you know what that means?” He asked and I shook my head. “It’s a symbol of the devil or antichrist. I’m somewhat Satanic.” He scooted close to me and kissed my shoulders.

“How can you be ‘somewhat’ Satanic?” I asked quietly and his kisses went up my neck to my ear, making me shiver.

“Well, because I am still Catholic. I was born Catholic and I will probably die Catholic. It runs in the family because we are Italian.” He nuzzled my neck while continuing, “Right now, I have taken a fascination for the Satanic Religion. I follow it and perform some of the rituals. My parents, of course, haven’t got a clue as to what I do. They just think that I am researching it, not a part of it. My dad would have me ‘hit’ if I even were to speak it aloud.” He snickered and snaked his hands around to rub my nipples.

“Uuhhhnn… A ‘hit’? Like, mafia style?” I moaned and leaned back into his chest, his tongue replacing the kisses on my neck.

“Si, mio bella.” He whispered and moved one hand down my chest to lightly stroke my semi-erected dick. “Come back to bed, it’s too early to be up.” He purred and pulled me back to lie on the soft mattress, towering over me as he stared down at me. “Mmm… I could eat you alive, Goten.” He smirked and pressed his lips to mine.

I greedily accepted his kiss, instinctively opening my mouth for him to invade with his tongue. He held me down by my wrists, putting them over my head, as his pierced tongue moved against mine. I felt his large Italian cock press against my inner thigh, just a hair away from my own erected dick. I whimpered in the kiss and move my hips off the bed to lock my legs around his, this way to feel his arousal right at my entrance, a nagging itch to have it rim me appearing. Dillon finally stopped kissing me as the saliva began to dribble from our mouths, his lust-filled eyes dark as a smirk twisted his face. I squirmed under the look, anticipating what he planned on doing to me next. I could already tell that he was very experienced in this. A hint of jealousy sparked my being, as I wished that I was the only one he had ever slept with.

His magical mouth moved down my chin onto my neck, finding the spot under my ear that made me shiver in delight. He nibbled and sucked the area, purposely trying to get me to make noise. I whined and moved my body under him, brushing my throbbing cock on his steel abs. The friction made me gasp and he continued to suck the area, now biting me hard. The action only made me moan, that perfect mix of pain and pleasure driving me crazy. “D-Dillon!!” I cried out and thrust my hips up, almost throwing him off of me with my Saiyan strength.

He stared down at me in amusement and grinned, probably loving my annoyed face. Then, just as before, he let his lips kiss my neck, each kiss sending a small shock of pleasure throughout my body. It wasn’t long before he was nibbling one of my dark nipples, making me squeak in response. He released my wrists and tortured another nipple with his powerful fingers. I gripped his thick black hair in the feeling my body was experiencing. By Kami, sex was amazing. It’s no wonder all the sluts at our school do it constantly. The throbbing of my cock hurt and I felt my pre-cum run down my shaft over my entrance and onto the bed. If Dillon didn’t do something soon… I won’t be able to last any longer.

Finally, he stopped the assault on my nipples and continued to move down my chest, kissing the abs and dipping his tongue into my navel. “Mmm… Baby, you should get a navel piercing. That would be so hot…” He purred and slid his tongue out of my navel and down to the patch of black curly hair. “Watch me.” He insisted and I propped myself up on my elbows, blushing furiously at the view of him resting between my legs. ‘Is he really…?’ my mind began to ask as I watched him eye my erection that wept for his touch. After asking myself that, my eyes became wide when his pierced tongue flickered out to lick my dick.

“AAa-aahh-hh…!!” I cried out at the tremendous feeling his tongue caused me. I can’t even begin to describe it. I continued to watch him as he licked my cock from the base all the way to the head. I couldn’t keep quiet as he gave me the best pleasure of my life. His intense eyes stared at me as he then took the head of my cock slowly into his mouth, setting my body on fire. I had to close my eyes tight when he started to suck, the pleasure just too much. I gripped his hair tighter as he swallowed me whole, my penis going down his throat with ease, helping him to bob up and down on me.

“OOhhhh Dillon-n!!” I moaned his name loud when I felt thick fingers tear into my entrance, the sensitive nerve endings screaming. He craned them almost immediately at that perfect angle, slamming my prostate gland, causing the stars to dance around my head. I threw my head back against the huge pillow, crying out the ecstasy that I was feeling. And then, the beautiful moment of orgasm hit me… hard. I released in such a great force, my essence going into Dillon’s mouth, white flashes becoming my vision. My entire body convulsed as the intensity of my climax had no remorse. I was able to pry open one of my eyes to see that not all of my seed made it in my lover’s mouth, but also on his face.

When I was finally able to control myself, I opened both eyes to see Dillon hovering over me on his knees. His burning cock pressed against my inner thigh again and his eyes held a dangerous, feral look. I couldn’t say a thing as he lifted me up with one hand and switched our positions, him being under me. I sat on top of his lap, his big dick digging into my stomach. He moved around a little, propping himself up against the head board of his king-sized bed. He then bent his knees behind me and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me towards him for a rough kiss. Again, I made no hesitation in kissing him back with as much desire as he had, our tongues doing the familiar dance we both had grown to love. His hands let go of my shoulders and immediately grabbed my semi-hard cock, stroking it agonizingly slow. I moaned in his mouth, my body reacting instantly to his touch.

When he got me hard again, he stopped kissing me to stare at my glazed eyes. Then with his strong hands, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted them off of his lap. With my help he positioned me over his pulsing cock, never tearing his eyes away from me. “Oh Kami…” I whispered huskily and he smirked and nodded, both of us knowing what he was going to do.

Being a rough lover, he brought me down on his rigid member none too gently. It took him a few little thrusts but he was completely inside of me, my voice never quieting in the movements. Tears streamed down my face at the pain and emotion I was feeling, wishing that all I ever felt was pleasure. As if reading my mind exactly, he whispered, “It will get better, I promise,” pulled me forward softly, and kissed my lips. When I kissed him back, he pulled away and rubbed my nose, his beautiful golden-green eyes shining with lust and adoration. I placed my forehead against his and smiled slightly, letting him know that he could continue.

And so, he did. Slow at first, he brought my hips up and down, allowing me to get used to the feeling. Those powerful hands kept a good grip on my hips, guiding me to a steady pace in which I was starting to enjoy. There was no more pain when the delicious nerves on my entrance and inside of me took over. “F-Faster…” I moaned, wanting to feel more of my nerves get rubbed that way.

I saw him smirk again and then moved me faster on his cock. I trembled and placed my knees on either side of him while he grabbed my ass, still going faster and faster. I also helped him by moving myself up and down, intensifying the pleasure. It wasn’t long before I was riding his cock, my own dick throbbing again, panting and moaning loud as my prostate was hit again and again. My head was thrown back again and I was leaking pre-cum, one of his calloused hands jacking me off. “Oh Dillon.. I-I can-n’t…. I can’t hold it any l-longer..!” I cried out as I was being fucked incredibly hard and fast now, his hips thrusting up to meet mine when they came down. I heard my name being chanted and he kissed my ear, his voice hitching before his climax reached him.

“Dillon…! Dillon…! DILLON!!” I yelled as I came for the second time that morning, my hot cum spraying onto his chest and hand. Dillon pushed forward quickly, me now on my back as he rammed into me hard, the bed complaining at the fucking. Not a minute after my orgasm, Dillon spoke out a stream of Italian and then shouted my name, climaxing inside of me, the already familiar rush of cum shooting into my body, and spilling out onto the bed.

Once he finished, he collapsed on top of me, shivering and panting. It took everything I had to open my eyes and watch him pull out of me. I squirmed at the awkward feeling of his cum spill out of me, getting a chill or two. He fell on top of me and fought to catch his breath. “Mio bella…” He whispered and I blacked out in exhaustion.

--

When Dillon and I finally decided to leave the bed that changed my life, I was swept away on a little “spur-of-the-moment” yacht trip on the river 30 miles from Dillon’s home. The large luxury boat was beautiful and massive. Pure white again, symbolizing power and wealth, with several floors leading to grand rooms. I spent a lot of my time in the large kitchen, eating anything that the personal chef made. When I was not in the kitchen, you could have found me on the very top level of the yacht outside, mesmerized by the view of the water and million dollar homes on the bank.

“Beautiful, no?” Dillon asked me as he put an arm around my waste, sipping on red wine.

I nodded and relaxed against him. My mind really wasn’t on the view, but more so on his family. Everything about them just screamed money and power, so obviously Mr. Giovanni’s “business” was literally feeding them those traits out of its hands. It sounds silly to think about, but I really think that they are doing something else to get this wealth. It was as grand as Capsule Corps, if not more extravagant. “There is more to your family than meets the eye, Dillon.” I spoke softly and I felt his hand tense on my lower back, brushing my tail spot slightly.

“What makes you say that?” he asked before taking another sip of the smoky red wine that I earlier had spit out, my taste buds no where near mature enough to enjoy the liquid.

I was quiet as the warm breeze brushed over my face. I didn’t want to offend him or have him feel threatened, so I moved on. “How can you enjoy that wine?” I scrunched my nose at it when he sipped on it again.

He gave a throaty laugh. “Well baby, I have been drinking wine ever since I was 6 years old. You see, it is natural to have wine with every meal in Europe at the dinner table. Any child over 6 was allowed to have small sips of wine. And the older you got, the more the amount increased and the better your taste was defined. Most start out with a sweet white wine that tastes very fruity and eventually get to my mature level of smoky reds. Also, when you drink at such a young age, you are not the type who when they get their hands on alcohol as a teenager, they drink and drink till they throw up or pass out.” He took another sip, his expression darkening. “It’s really degrading when you see all these stupid teenagers going to parties just to get drunk and fuck anything that moves. If they would just get introduced to alcohol when I did, they would not have that desire or rebellious nature for it. I am disgusted at the American youth for it.” He too scrunched up his nose.

I chuckled slightly and he looked at me quizzically. “I remember when Trunks first got his hands on alcohol. He was 12 and I was 11. His mom was throwing this huge party for her friends and co-workers and my dad’s friends. We weren’t allowed to go downstairs, but did it anyway. I remember seeing all the grown-ups were just trashed and falling all over themselves. Trunks told me to follow him into the kitchen so we could get some food. When I was getting plates, he reached into their big ass fridge and grabbed a huge bottle of vodka. I saw it and started complaining because I didn’t want to get in trouble for drinking the ‘bad water’ as my mom called it.” I looked at him and he was very amused at my story.

“Go on.” He grinned at me.

I continued, “And of course, he didn’t listen to me. He never did. He told me ‘The grown-ups are having fun so we should too’ and I just went along with it. He opened the big bottle and started drinking it. I remember that his face got all contorted like he hated it. He even coughed and spat some out. But like, after a minute, he did it again and continued to drink it. And this time he didn’t stop. I swear, it only took about 3 minutes before he was falling on himself and hiccupping. It was hilarious!” I laughed and could feel a stab of pain in my heart at the memory.

Dillon must have seen my pained expression because he wrapped his arms around me, stroking my hair. I nuzzled my face into his chest and let out a shaky sigh. “You love him, no?” he whispered in my ear and I felt the tears spill from my eyes.

“DID. I DID love him.” I growled and wiped my tears away, frustrated at my weakness. Damn what a stupid fucking boy I am.

Dillon pulled away and lifted my chin to look me in the eye. I felt powerless under his gaze, his skill a thing that Vegeta could learn from. “No, baby... Once you love someone, you never stop loving them. It’s like some damned law to human nature. A beautiful thing that will make us strong and destroy us for good.” He kissed me softly and wiped away the remainder of my tears.

Kami he was so wise. I am in such awe at him for his intelligence and how he words everything. It still surprises me that he would ever want to have anything to do with me. He is such a great man, and yet he desires ME. Our first time ever meeting on that sidewalk with his big family, it was like a hit to the face for me. A person like him wanted me, craved me, and went out of his way to get me. The tears that came this time were not for that bastard Trunks, but for Dillon Santinni. My mentor, my lover, and my hero.

Reading me like a book, he smiled and kissed me again, his arms embracing me in a hug that made me feel loved for real. Thank you Dillon… for everything.

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After ravaging my body in a mind-numbing, passionate love making again that night, Dillon and I slept under the cover of moonlight that streamed through his large cathedral-like windows. I had mixed dreams of Trunks, my parents, school, and my new lover, Dillon.

We had come to a decision that day to be in a relationship together. He said that it was more than just “being your boyfriend” because we will not do stupid, high school cliché’s (such as movies or football games, etc). “Sono il suo amante… I am your lover. Not some stupid boyfriend.” He had told me right before pushing me up against the side of his pool we were swimming in and kissing me to a point of climax. And it is with that, that I had my first “boyfriend.”

A sudden slam from the first story of the grand home startled me awake. I wasn’t surprised that Dillon didn’t wake up from the noise, considering it would have taken Saiyan ears to hear it. I gently put his muscular arm beside me and slid out of bed, grabbing the first pair of pants I could find and putting them on (Funny enough, they were Dillon’s since they were too long and the waste barely stayed on my hips). Cursing my Son curiosity, I floated to his door, opened it, and floated down the red carpeted stairs to the first floor. Stopping at the entrance to the library, I immediately heard voices and movement.

Turning my head around the corner to see, the sight stilled my breath. Dillon’s father, who had 3 large men around him, had a shotgun pointed at a greasy looking man on the floor. The skinny man had his arms up in a sign of mercy, begging that Giovanni think about what he was doing. He had a wife and 3 kids who would be devastated if he were to disappear.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before! As if I recall, I too had 3 children of my own! And where is one of them now, Johnny? Eh? Tell me!” Giovanni’s enraged, booming voice rang throughout the house. He cocked his gun and walked forward pressing the barrel of the weapon on the man’s forehead. The slimy looking man in a white pin-stripped suit was too afraid to scramble away from the steel metal. His thin mustache and goatee only enhanced the frown on his face. I could smell the fear dripping off of him, mixing toxically with his sweat.

“I-I-I-I…” Johnny started, only to have Giovanni swing the shotgun at his face, smashing the weapon against his long head. Blood and teeth came flying out of Johnny’s mouth, an immediate black bruise forming on his face.

“I said tell me!!” Giovanni roared, his face red with hate. In the corner of the library, I saw Tanya crying with the same look of hate on her face.

“She-she-she-she is g-gone…” Johnny managed to spit out, and earned himself another whack in the face on the opposite side.

As the man squirmed and shook on the floor, Giovanni walked over and kick him in the sides, making him cough up more blood. Again and again the large Italian man rammed his foot in his ribs, the sounds of breaking bones and his screams filling the air. “Exactly! And do you know why she is gone? Eh?! Do you know why my little Trinity is gone?!” Giovanni cried out while kicking the man over and over again, small tears running down his face.

When the skinny man didn’t answer, Giovanni walked over and picked him up by the scruff of his balding hair, bringing him up to look him in the face. His scowl matched perfectly to Vegeta’s and I could see the fire behind his eyes. Already, I knew that Johnny was doomed. “ANSWER ME!!” Mr. Santinni screamed.

I held my breath, my heart racing in my chest. This was the most heart-wrenching thing I had ever seen. My body ached in sorrow as if I were Tanya or Giovanni. I wanted to cry out with them, to find the answers that they were looking for. “Because I… I-I killed… her…” Johnny hung his head in his confession.

The shock washed over me when I heard those 4 terrible words. ‘His little Trinity?’ I asked myself. My memories went back to the little girl that I saw walking with her powerful family, and then to her picture above the fireplace. ‘Giovanni’s daughter…’ I realized and my chest swelled in hate towards the skinny man. That beautiful little girl had been murdered.

Giovanni dropped the man on his knees and aimed the shotgun at his forehead again. Johnny begged for Mr. Santinni to listen to him. His voice only became louder when he saw Giovanni’s finger slowly pull the trigger back. “Giovanni please! PLEASE!!”

“Let this be known to everybody who dares mess with the Santinni’s. No mercy! No remorse! No matter what!” And with that, Giovanni pulled the trigger, sending the man’s brains flying all across the library. I had to cover my sensitive ears at the explosive sound of the shotgun. Chunks of flesh and gallons of blood sprayed across the floor. The skinny man fell back, slamming down into his own remains with a sickening “SPLAT!”

I trembled all over, my entire mind racing and screaming. ‘We shouldn’t have watched this! We shouldn’t have watched this!!’ I heard Ommato scream and I shook my head. A million buzzing noises ran back and forth to my ears. I couldn’t stop the silent sobs from escaping my mouth. I refused to look away at the gore in front of me, Giovanni shooting the man again as if the first time wasn’t successful. He tossed the gun aside and cradled his beautiful wife who had run into his arms, cooing in her ear.

I almost jumped out of my skin when powerful arms wrapped around my body and a large hand clasped my mouth shut. I was jerked away down the hall, screaming into the hand in fear and rage. Whoever had me kicked open the door to the courtyard outside and brought me out there. Just when I was about to transform into super Saiyan and attack my kidnapper, he sat me down, grabbing me by the shoulders and glared at me, wide-eyed. I made no movement as I stared into the flaming eyes of Dillon, his fury slapping me in the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He shook me and I began to shake in fear. “Why did you even leave my room?! Do you understand what would of happened if you were caught?! Goten, why?!” he screamed in my face and I saw the unshed tears in his eyes.

“I… I’m s-sorry…” I squeaked and turned my face away from him, as if getting ready for him to hit me.

But instead, he dropped to his knees and embraced my waist. I felt his body shake when he buried his face into my stomach, a sure fire sign that he was crying. I held his head tightly and let him have his moment, my own tears never stopping. After about a minute, I got on my knees as well and let him hold me like his father held his wife. He rocked me back and forth and whispered Italian in my ears, that shaky voice making me anxious. Finally, he pulled away slightly and held my face in his big hands, a sad smile on his face.

“Mio bella…” he whispered and kissed my lips. “I wish you had never left my room, Goten… You see, my family has too many secrets. So many in fact, that it could change life forever. And when someone learns our secrets, drastic measures have to be taken so that our secrets aren’t revealed. You just learned the biggest one of them all.” He sighed and kissed me again, lingering enough to lick my lower lip.

“Your family is in the Mafia…?” I whispered when he pulled away, nodding his answer.

“My father is the head honcho. The Boss.” He spoke softly and looked around us to make sure no one was watching. “Goten…” he sighed and let go of my face. “You mustn’t speak a word of what you saw. You mustn’t utter what I have told you. If I learn that you did then…” he stared at me with such intensity, the unspoken deadly threat chilling me to the bone.

“I understand…” I whispered and kissed him this time, sealing my promise.

It wasn’t long before the small kiss had turned into a heated battle of tongues. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to my aroused body, moaning as I felt how he had reacted. I fell backwards onto the grass with him on top of me. The cold dew sent a chill up my spine, but then something else caused the same effect. Dillon’s hands moved the sweatpants down to my knees as he continued to force his tongue down my throat. He sat up real quick and placed my legs over his head and onto his shoulders, raising me at the perfect angle for him to fuck me at.

“You are in debt to me forever, Goten.” He whispered huskily in my ear and sucked on the same place where he left my big hickey from that same morning.

I felt the head of his wet cock rub my entrance and I literally squealed in delight knowing how good I was going to feel soon. He grinned and pushed my legs back to where they were resting on my chest. Slowly, without preparing me, he slid his dick inside with ease because of the pre-cum he was emitting. He moved in and out of me at a steady pace, making me pant with each thrust. I threw my arms around him again and moved my legs on his shoulders to increase the pace and ferocity.

Dillon got the hint and began pounding into me, our bodies moving as one. I kept one eye open to watch Dillon’s face, finding it even hotter to see what he looked like. He finally hit that sweet place inside of me, making me toss my head back and forth and yell his name. He jacked me off and rammed me into the ground, forcing me to howl my ecstasy to the world as I orgasmed. He came soon after watching my face, shouting at the pleasure and bucking his hips as he filled me.

After coming down from my high of climax, I felt his kisses cover my face and chin. He smiled down at me and cooed all sorts of Italian sentences. I didn’t understand a word of it, but I felt so fucking sexy as he spoke the romantic language to me. My heart swelled with an emotion that had been forced away from me. Every time those beautiful eyes gazed at me or his strong hands caressed me, all I wanted to do was melt. It had been too long since I felt special to anyone and I had almost forgotten that yes, I can love. And he did this to me. This amazing Italian man relit my fire and taught me things that I will cherish forever. Oh Dillon…

I guess this is what you call true Amore Italiano…

TBC.

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It’s about time good things happened to Goten! And look at that! He got laid in the best ways! This is all I have so far, on all the sites I am joined to. I am currently working on Chapter 11 right now and let's just say that it is very dark. Stay tuned. =]

Here is all the Italian translations:

Via da- Go off

Perdonare il padre- Pardon me, father

Questo è il mio amico- This is my friend

Dare il benvenuto alla mia casa- Welcome to my home

Lei è bello- You are beautiful