Domination

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT. They belong to Akira Toriyama. But i DO own all the OCs. Do NOT take my OC's without permission, especially Dillon. That OC is my pride and joy.
Warning: Sex, mafia crime, violence, attempted murder, adultery.
Chapter 12: Sin

A tall man with thick black hair walked into a small meat market, sporting a black on black pinstriped Dolce & Gabbana suit. He had several other men around him who all had sunglasses on, even though it was very late in the evening. The rain had picked up, the moist air giving the market shop a fowl, stomach churning odor. The heavy set butcher looked up and recognized the well-dressed man immediately. He waved him over and locked the door behind them. Then, he drew the blinds down so they could have privacy.

The well-dressed man walked behind the counter and into the freezer in the back. In the back, there were several carcasses of cows and pigs hanging from the ceiling on meat hangers. All around there were other strewn animal parts on the dried bloody floor. Behind the mess, was a huge, worn meat grinder used to make ground beef, pork, or turkey for burgers. The man walked up to it and ran his hand over the controls with a smirk.

“Where’s the body?” Dillon asked as he inspected the meat grinder.

The ‘butcher’ smirked and walked to the very back of the meat house. He grabbed a familiar, heavy garbage bag, threw it over his shoulder, and made his way over to the meat grinder. Dillon put on some latex gloves and grabbed a knife. When the butcher put the bag on the small table next to the grinder, Dillon cut it open. There were several layers of garbage bags so blood didn’t soak through. Dillon made a small nod in appreciation at the butcher’s experience in ‘maintenance’ as he got to the final bag. Once cut open, the smell of rotting skin and old blood flooded the heir to the mafia’s nose.

“I figured, you know, that you would want to be present for this, eh?” The butcher’s thick New York accent snickered as he removed an arm with the wrist broken wickedly.

Dillon grinned and took the arm from the butcher. He looked closely at where it had been torn off near the shoulder. His sharp eyes saw where teeth had ripped it away as if it were bread. The Italian couldn’t help but smile in pride at what his lover had done, even if it was heinous and violent. His thoughts stopped as the meat grinder was turned on. The loud buzzing noise rang throughout the room as the butcher put a cement slab under the nozzle of the grinder.

“Ok. I want this done perfectly. No mistakes. No evidence. I know you’re the best at this, so I expect only the best.” Dillon gave the arm to the large butcher.

“Fo’get about it, eh? For you, I only give the best.” The butcher gave a somewhat toothy grin, some of his teeth, including an eye, gone from past run-ins with the mafia.

While taking out another body part, the other arm, Dillon watched as the man put the arm, hand first, into the grinder. The grinder make a sickening sawing and screeching noise, crushing the bone into dust, as the arm was slowly swallowed into the machine. Coming out of the nozzle, was the perfectly ground arm that resembled uncooked hamburger meat. It slowly came onto the cement slab and looked like it was ready to be cooked on a grill. Dillon couldn’t stop the sadistic smirk that twisted his face. “Fucking incredible…” he took the other arm and put it in the grinder, forcing it into the machine. The grinder whined, but did its job.

The heir began to laugh almost evilly, feeling victorious at the fact that there would be no way anyone would locate the woman’s body. There would be no evidence that a murder was committed. Goten was safe. “Do this to all the body parts. Strip the skin and muscle away from the bone. Grind the bone into dust and put it in a furnace. As for skin and muscle, it all goes through the meat grinder. If something is too big, then cut it up. I want this entire body to turn into enough hamburgers to feed Ethiopia.” Dillon ordered. Even if he was throwing in a cruel joke, he meant nothing but pure business.

The butcher immediately went thru the whole bag, placing the body parts on the table. When he got to the head though, he lost his cool. “Whaddaya trying ta do!? Gimme a heart attack!?” The over weight man flung the head away from himself.

Dillon, like his father, reacted immediately with anger. He grabbed the man by his filthy apron and slammed him up against the freezer wall. He backhanded him across his sweaty face, thankful that he was wearing gloves. “What the hell is wrong with you!? You cut open the stomachs of animals and you find fear in a severed head!?” He roared, burning holes into the man’s eyes with his fury.

“Yeh, but I ain’t ever seen that!” The butcher pointed at the head, drawing Dillon’s attention to it.

He dropped the man and walked over to the severed head. He picked it up, turned it to where he was face to face with it, and literally paled. There was what used to be a face. The eyes had been torn out, the nose was gone, and it looked as if the skin had been ripped away with teeth.

“You know…” Dillon started to say as he recollected himself, “Researchers say that there is a chemical in the human skin and body can make a person insane if eaten…” he moved the hair from the mauled face. “The chemical imbalance in the human brain will make one go fucking nuts…” He smiled warmly in thought of his lover.

The butcher looked at his young, teenaged ‘boss’ with uneasiness and silent disdain. When reminded that the man he worked for was not even 18 years old, he absolutely hated it. He always forgot that the Mr. Dillon Santinni was still a teenager because of how mature and big the boy was. The heir was always mistaken for a grown, 27-30 year old man and he hated that a boy that was almost 35 years younger than him bossed him around. He had plenty of words to tell the “brat,” but he wouldn’t dare utter a word for fear of losing his own head.

“The mentally insane… such a misunderstood people…” Dillon tossed the head up and down as if it were a basketball. “It’s too bad no one cares!” He yelled and smashed the head onto the table, his unnatural strength, for being a human, causing the head to split in several chunks. He shook in rage and flung his hands off to the sides, making blood splatter near him. He shot a deadly glare at the butcher who threw his hands up in submission, that feeling of disdain instantly dissolving. He watched as the mafia heir took off his gloves and covered his face, as though he were hiding pain and tears. He dragged his hands away tiredly and looked around. “Finish this. I will be back in the morning to get the meat.” He sighed and stepped over the chunks, exiting the freezer and the meat market.

He got into the black Chrysler 300 and was driven back by chauffer to his glorious home where his unstable lover lay sleeping in his bed. While in the privacy of the back seat, he allowed the unshed tears to flow. Memories of the horrors of the insane asylum flooded his mind. The abuse, the neglect, the utter terror he felt everyday as screams and wails were his only music. He watched the patients get experimented on, some killed in shock therapy, many attempting suicide and succeeding… It was engrained in his mind forever. When he thought about how Goten, at the rate he was going, would end up in that hell hole, it tore him apart. He swore on that night that he would do anything and everything in his power to keep Goten from being locked up, even if it meant killing the boy.

Tonight.

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~Dillon’s POV~

I can’t help but smile at the beautiful figure sleeping in my bed. After what happened the night before and the purple pills, Goten had been out cold for almost an entire day. He woke once so I could feed him, but he ended up vomiting and falling back to sleep. That night he snapped he only spoke those 3 awful words: “It’s my fault.” I don’t know what happened; I don’t know why it ended so violently… If anyone were to find out what happened, my Goten would be fucked. They would either lock him up forever in a nut house or sentence him to the death penalty. I can’t let that happen. If anyone is going to have him put to death, it will be me.

I silently crawled onto my large bed where Goten lay sleeping, my favorite revolver in my left hand. I would end his misery and suffering before anyone else. No one should have to be in the hell I was in Italy. Even though my family owned more than half of Italy and I was only diagnosed with temporary lunacy, the insane asylum was still the worst experience of my life. I refuse to let Goten go through what I did. What happened last night was workable because I easily covered it up, but if he were to do the same thing again without me being able to save him… it would be the end.

I brought the revolver up to his bare chest, letting the barrel of the gun skim over the bruised muscles. I blushed slightly as I skimmed the gun up his neck and to the side of his head, rubbing slightly. I bent down and kissed his lips, moaning at the tingling sensation that ran through my body. I stared at him through lazy eyes and kissed him down his chin and to the side of the neck where I kept the gun off to the side. I kissed and licked the area below his ear, earning myself a shiver from his body. I began to suck on the area, it being one of my favorite places on his body because of the response I always got.

A pair of hands ran up my sides and rested on my shoulders. I stopped sucking on Goten’s neck and grabbed the gun, watching him wake beneath me. He opened his eyes and looked at me, the drugs clouding his bright onyx orbs. He blinked a few times and smiled slightly when I grinned down at him. He stretched and spread his legs for me, anticipating a euphoric activity that we had both come to love. He wrapped his arms around my neck and then started to kiss me, letting his tongue slip inside my mouth.

I kissed him back, willing my arm to move so I could position the gun comfortably at his temple without him feeling it. I wanted to shoot him in the mouth to bring an immediate, painless death. Shooting someone in the temple has its risk of them still living, just being completely brain damaged. But it was a risk I was going to have to take considering what we were doing. Besides, there was a very slim risk of him living anyway.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, Goten pulled away from me and gave me a smile that broke my heart. It was one I had never seen, full of love and trust that could melt anyone’s coldest barrier. I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to ask why the look but I couldn’t find the words. He stroked my hair and rubbed our noses together. And then, he broke me.

“I love you, Dillon.”

Immediately I tossed the gun to the floor and devoured his mouth with my own. It was the first time he had ever confessed he loved me, and I knew he meant it. All this time I thought I was just someone for him to sleep with and get whatever he wanted, but he loved me… He loved me! I felt like shouting it to the world, engraving it into my skin, anything!

Within minutes, I was already inside of him, plowing him into the mattress. He was loud and rowdy, displaying a show that was driving me crazy. His head thrashed back and forth, he arched and screamed, rubbing his nipples and his own throbbing cock. His heels dug into my back as he helped me to move hard, no doubt bruising my olive skin. With his help, I moved faster than I ever had, which meant I was hitting that sweet place inside of him crazily. I was suddenly engulfed in a golden aura as Goten orgasmed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his toes curling in delight, his nails ripping my skin open, and his teeth tearing my shoulder open.

I cried out his name as I climaxed, filling him with my seed which spilled out onto my stomach and bed. Never had I ever loved someone as much as him. I loved him more than anything and anyone, even my own deceased sister. I would die without him, I would die for him, I would even kill for him.

No longer was he in debt to me, but I to him.

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A shriek of terror rang throughout the large orange dome of Capsule Corporation, unnerving the residents and local animals. The blue haired genius of the company dropped her newest invention at the scream and immediately left her lab to find the source of the disruption. She ran into her ex-lover, Vegeta, in the main hall. He too had come to find the source. They looked each other up and down with distaste but went back to the task at hand when they heard more screams. Neither had to run far when an orange blur flew past them.

Goku flew past Vegeta and Bulma in a frenzy, a terrible swarm of panic coursing through his body. He had just happened to walk by a television that had the news on, and the story destroyed him. The house where his son and ex-wife had been living had exploded the night before and the whereabouts of the residents were unknown. They stated that if the residents had been in the house during the explosion, their bodies would have become nothing but ashes. It was the worst fear of Goku’s life.

He ignored the concerned voices of his friend and lover and immediately flew out of the house. “Goten!!! Goten!!!” He screamed, not one bit worried over what happened to his estranged ex. Goku’s breakneck speed allowed him to get to the house in an instant, the gust of wind behind him tearing trees out of the ground. He landed in front of what used to be a home, creating a crater in the dirt at the immense impact. His heart sank as he stared at the black skeleton of the small shack that was covered in yellow police tape. “No…” he whispered, feeling vomit travel up into his throat.

He attempted to walk up to the destroyed home, but the despair in his being made his body heavy, causing him to stumble and land on his knees. “No… No please no…” He pleaded with God, his senses stretching over the earth to try and feel his son’s ki. He picked up on all of his friends and other family, but his son and ex-wife’s ki were untraceable. “NO!!!!!” The messy-haired Saiyan cried out in anguish, blasting into super Saiyan, the aura dissolving anything near him.

The earth around him shook for only an instant before the large Saiyan vomited and fell forward, tears running down his cheeks. He sobbed as an awful pain ripped thru his heart, all will to live leaving him. The loss of his child was too much to bear. Constant thoughts of blaming himself plagued his mind. “It’s my fault!” he cried out and convulsed again in tears and screams.

In his despair, he hadn’t noticed the smaller Saiyan land behind him, too shocked at what he saw to speak. Vegeta covered his mouth at the sight of the home, a foreign feeling of emotional pain creeping up on him. ‘It can’t be…’ He thought as he moved towards his broken lover, not wanting to believe what he saw. He cared for the disturbed boy, no matter how much he would deny it to anyone. He too tried to locate the boy’s ki, but found nothing to his disappointment. He bent down next to Goku and placed a shaky hand on the man’s shoulder. “Kakarot I… I’m…” Vegeta knew there were no words that could mend Goku’s heart.

Instead he grabbed his large lover and wrapped his arms around him, hoping that in some way, it would show his pity and comfort. Luckily for him, it did as Goku held the man close, sobbing into his neck. “Oh Kami, Vegeta… It’s my fault…”

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Dillon walked into his family’s extravagant kitchen with several normal grocery bags that were filled with white wrapped packages, all different sizes. He set his keys onto the counter and turned on the custom grill that was built onto the stove, going back to the white packages and opening them one by one. He smiled warmly as a messy haired Goten walked in with nothing but black boxers on, yawning and rubbing his eyes. After placing some ground meat onto the grill, he walked over to Goten and wrapped his arms around the boy, kissing him on the neck. “S’bout time you woke up, mio bella. It’s almost 2 in the afternoon.” He nuzzled his lover’s neck as the boy stretched in his arms.

“That damned medicine knocks you out cold. That and rough sex…” Goten smirked and he playfully nibbled Dillon’s earlobe. Just as he was about to devour the man’s mouth, an enticing smell flooded his nostrils. “Mmmmmm….” He purred and got out of his lover’s arms, going over to the grill where a certain meat was cooking. “What is that intoxicating smell?” He licked his lips as he eyed the dark red meat.

Dillon walked over the where the rest of the ground meat lay in their white packages. “It’s lunch for the muts.” He stated simply and took more of the meat over to the grill, adding it with the others. He flipped the first batch over and noted how it really did look like a burger patty. Goten continued to watch the “burgers” cook for a while longer before taking his attention to the large television that sat on a mount in the corner of the kitchen. Grabbing the remote, he flipped through the channels until it landed on a video of his destroyed home. He sat on a bar stool and watched the video, cocking his head to the side in interest. Turning up the volume, both he and Dillon listened to the story.

“With further investigation, evidence has shown that the cause for the explosion of the home was from a gas stove. Investigators have said that the stove must have been turned on and forgotten about, filling the home with deadly methane gas. Any form of fire, had it been from a lighter or a match, could have ignited a fiery explosion. The owner of the home, a Son Chichi, was said to be last seen in the house that night by a neighbor. Nothing could be said of her child. Any evidence of her son, Goten, being in the home has not been found, but all signs are pointing to the body disintegrating in the eruption along with hers…”

Goten’s mouth had gone slack as he watched the news story, unable to absorb the information. “Dillon…?” He asked, turning around to face the heir.

“Yes mio bella?” The teen answered, cooking the meat as if he hadn’t been fazed by the report.

“Where is my mother?” Goten jumped down from his seat and cautiously walked over to the Italian, anticipating anything.

Dillon smirked sadistically as he placed some cooked meat onto a plate. “She’s lunch for the muts…” He looked over his shoulder at the disturbed boy, flashing a brilliant, dangerous smile.

~Dillon’s POV~

A strong hand grabbed my wrist and I was spun around, the move taking me completely by surprise. Expecting to get my face mauled by Goten’s fists, I instinctively reached for the weapon that was tucked in the back of my pants. But instead, I was pushed up against the counter next to the grill and was attacked by a mouth. The feral kiss took my breath away and I greedily retuned it, grabbing Goten by the back of his head and angling my jaws to plunge my tongue down my lover’s throat. Goten held me by shoulders, his nails tearing open the skin, blood beginning to dribble down my arms.

“I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you…” Goten growled as he let off of my mouth, raking his nails down my muscular arms.

The fierce passion that the boy held left me speechless. I completely forgot about the “meat” cooking on the grill as Goten forced me to sit on the counter, the deadly smirk on my lover’s face making me shiver. “Oie mio bella… maybe I should have gotten rid of her sooner…” I grinned and made a slight gasp as Goten tore away at my pants, only slightly unnerved at the power my demi Saiyan held. Goten bent down and swallowed my cock, slurping around my throbbing appendage noisily. He raked his teeth ever so gently up and down on my shaft as he bobbed his head, making made my legs spread wider.

The meat began to burn, but my mind was far from that task. Goten’s tongue had found its way to the sensitive nerve endings of my entrance, swirling that wet muscle around the ring. Shivers ran down my spine when he thrust his tongue and 2 fingers inside of me, making me jump at the intrusion. His fingers moved in and out of me while he ate me out, pain and pleasure coursing through my body. Rarely was I ever the submissive, and normally I would beat a lover into place for even daring to make me the bitch but…

“Oh God it’s like you are eating me alive!”

I think I can let it slip this time…

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~Voorhees’s POV~

It was Wednesday morning and already, the school was buzzing with news.

“What do you mean the coach is quitting?!” I grabbed one of my track partner’s with my good arm, shocked at the news he told everyone. Mr. Gohan was not only quitting his job as the Track coach, but the school as well. “That doesn’t sound like him at all! Why would he quit?!” I screamed at my partner.

“Didn’t you hear? That Goten kid, his brother, he was killed last night when his home exploded! Coach Gohan is in his classroom packing up his stuff.” My partner pushed me away from him, but looked at me in concern. My mouth had dropped a mile in shock. “I thought you knew…? It was all over the news this morning.”

It didn’t make sense... ‘I had just seen Goten the day before… we had dropped him off at his house even! It started raining when we left him… Dillon was livid at the fact that we had to take him home. He talked about getting him later… It just… it doesn’t make sense. Goten… he can’t be…’ I didn’t notice the tears that were running down my face until my track partner grabbed my shoulder.

“Dude… I thought you knew… I forgot that you were friends with him.”

“I… I have to make a phone call…” I wiped my tears away and ran off outside to my car.

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~Goten’s POV~

While Dillon fed his large rottweilers and pit bulls their breakfast, I sniffed the remains of my mother. Her cooked meat smelled absolutely delectable and I just… had to have more. That one night… it wasn’t enough. Grabbing a plate, I took some of the leftover meat and then went to the fridge. After fishing out some steak sauce, I went over to the large table and began to eat.

“My God, what a cook…” I admired Dillon’s cuisine skills as my taste buds quivered, the taste of the meat feeling like an orgy in my mouth. True to my Saiyan race, I gobbled up the food without taking a breath, moaning in delight. I looked up only once from my food as Dillon walked in, cell phone up to his ear. It didn’t faze him that I was eating the remains of my mother, considering he told me that I could have some if I wanted. I grinned, and then went back to stuffing my face.

“Bella…” My lover started, and I didn’t like the tone of his panicked voice.

I swallowed a huge mouthful of food and looked at him, cocking my head slightly. “What’s wrong?” I asked licking my fork, savoring the taste.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead.”

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“MR. GOHAN!!!! MR. GOHAN!!!” Voorhees sprinted up 2 flights of stairs, knocking over any students that were in his way, trying desperately to get to his handsome teacher before the man left. He passed a bandaged Trunks on the way, barely escaping the powerful hands of the lavender-haired prince. His honored recognition of being the fastest person in the school helped him to reach the Saiyan’s classroom in record time. He all but jumped into the room, running into a lab table and very clumsily flipping forward onto the floor. Several lab chairs fell around the Australian boy, adding more grace to his entrance.

“Jason?! Are you ok?!” A velvety Spanish voice called out in concern.

Señor Juanes ran over to the panting boy, grabbing him by his good arm and helping him to his feet. Voorhees looked up at the drop dead gorgeous Spanish teacher and couldn’t help the blush that spread across his golden cheeks. Present in the room was also Ms. Saiyuri, Goten’s red-haired homeroom teacher and Gohan. Gohan placed a hand on his student’s shoulder, staring intently into the teen’s eyes. “What’s wrong, Jason?” Gohan asked the shaking Australian.

“Uhh… Uhhhhh… Mr. G-Gohan… I uh…” He stumbled across his words in the presence of the handsome man, completely forgetting why he came in the first place. A shiver of desire ran down the boy’s spine straight to his groin, his body aching in need. He stared at Gohan and then to Señor Juanes, both men giving him odd looks. When he looked at the beautiful woman, it finally hit him. “Uuumm…. OH! Goten! Mr. Gohan!” The golden teen grabbed his teacher, noting the thick arm muscles the man had. Gohan’s confused expression quickly changed to one of pain and Voorhees noticed that the man’s eyes were red, as if he had been crying before the teen ran into the room.

“I know Jason… I knew you were friends with him. The counselor--” Gohan started, but Voorhees shook him.

“No! He’s alive, Mr. Gohan! He isn’t dead!” The Australian boy couldn’t help his wide smile as Gohan’s jaw went slack and the other’s gasped.

“W-what?!” Ms. Saiyuri, Gohan and Señor Juanes looked at each other then back to Voorhees.

“Dillon has him! He’s been with Dillon for the past 2 days! He’s alive!” Voorhees exclaimed, his voice pitching unusually high.

It was the first time ever in Gohan’s life that he fainted.

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~Goten’s POV~

It was like some big fucking family reunion when everyone I knew celebrated my being alive. Bulma held a huge party at the Capsule Corp mansion and invited all the friends and family that knew and cared for me. My father was ecstatic and wouldn’t let me out of his site. My brother was overjoyed to a point of annoyance. All of my father’s friends patted me on the back and congratulated me with fake smiles. Why the hell were they congratulating me? For defying death? I caused it for fuck’s sake! I wonder how the party would turn if I told them that…

Dillon kept close with Voorhees at his side, both watching and making sure I didn’t flip out. Everyone crowded around me, asking me all kinds of questions. How did I escape? Was my mother really there? Why was I not as tore up as I should be? Did Dillon save me? Why didn’t I call to tell them I was alright? Why did I hide? Was I upset that my mom was dead? How soon until I moved in with dad? I felt suffocated and paranoid. Everyone was too close and I felt that they were going to attack me if I didn’t answer them. My hands started to shake and I could tell that my face had paled. I was terrified of them all. “Dill…?” I started, but the questions kept coming, and it felt like they were demanding me to answer them.

‘Or else!’

“Ok ok ok! That’s enough don’t you think? Eh?” Dillon was immediately at my side, sliding his arm around my waist. He eyed the people around me, challenging them to come any further. “Don’t you think he’s had enough for one day? Please…” Dillon, ever the charmer, flashed a brilliant smile and the crowd dispersed. I watched him in admiration as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bottle of little purple pills. He put the bottle in my hand and smiled. “La sono ok?” Dillon asked me and I nodded. He kissed me and took the bottle, placing it back in his pocket. Voorhees came over and grabbed Dillon, begging that he get him some alcohol from the adults. My lover laughed and left with him.

I looked around and saw that two of my teachers were at the party, standing in a corner talking, both here to rejoice in my life. I made my way over to them and they greeted me with real smiles. “Oh Mijo! This is fantastico!” Señor Juanes threw his arms around me and hugged me, his delicious cologne filling my nostrils. He looked over at Ms. Saiyuri with a huge grin and she grinned as well, also putting her arms around me.

“Oh honey. Listen, I know that I hardly ever get to see you in school, but know that I really do care for you. If you ever need anything, please, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m here for you. Just like Juanes over here.” Ms. Saiyuri gave me a kiss on the cheek and it took everything for me not to vomit at a woman’s touch. It wasn’t her. After my mother, women just… disgusted me. “Now! Who wants something to drink?” She winked and my Spanish teacher nodded, putting an arm around my shoulders.

Ms. Saiyuri walked off while Señor Juanes and I watched. “Beautiful, ¿no?” My teacher asked, and I felt a twinge of jealousy.

“For a woman I guess.” I shrugged him off of me and he chuckled.

“Mijo, I know you don’t like women. But it’s ok to find a woman beautiful, not attractive. There is a difference.” Señor Juanes was a wise man. Wise and so fucking sexy in his silky red shirt that was left unbuttoned enough to show off a bronze chest. He looked down at me and his beautiful dark brown eyes sparkled. Almost instantly, my demeanor changed and I gave him a seductive smirk. He blushed, but his lips curved into a curious smirk as well. “And… there is nothing wrong with thinking that a man can be the same way. Beautiful, but not attractive.” He stepped closer to me, and my pulse raced.

‘Let me handle this, master...’

Yes, Eros.

“But what about beautiful and attractive? Anything wrong with that?” I purred in Spanish and ran a finger from Señor Juanes’s chest slowly down over a slim stomach, stopping right above the hem of his tight black pants. My Spanish teacher shook his head and I saw the sweat forming on his forehead. I then looked around quickly and made sure we hadn’t drawn attention to ourselves. Luckily, we hadn’t. Ms. Saiyuri was occupying her time with Krillin’s wife, Android 18, both of them getting along almost too well. I turned my attention back to Señor Juanes, and let my finger move down just a little, resting right below his belt.

Señor Juanes moaned slightly and moved closer, making me back against a wall. He put his arms on the wall, surrounding me, trapping me. “There is nothing wrong with that, Mijo. What about attractive and sexy? Is it wrong to think a man that?” My Spanish teacher shivered as I moved my finger lower, skimming over a very hard crotch. I gave another sexy smirk and shook my head no. “Even an adult?” He replied to me in Spanish, and moaned again as I curved my hand between his legs to hold his throbbing groin.

I was constantly looking over his shoulder, making sure no one could see what we were doing. We were in a far enough corner and everyone was too preoccupied with food and activities to notice. Even Dillon hadn’t noticed my absence. I smiled and rubbed Señor Juanes crotch, moving my mouth close to his. “Even a teacher...” I continued to speak in Spanish to him, just in case Piccolo could hear us talking, at least he wouldn’t understand it. I used my other hand to run a finger up Señor Juanes’s throat to his small black goatee. I stroked his chin and enjoyed his panting breath and red face. “I knew you wanted me.” I growled and squeezed his crotch, making him weak in the knees.

Instead of a spoken response, he leaned forward and devoured my mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips instantly. I smirked in the kiss and returned with the same fervor, battling with his wet, alcohol-tasting tongue. His goatee tickled my chin as he angled his head, swooping in for a deeper kiss. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him forward, holding him close to my compact body. He grabbed my ass and kneaded the cheeks, giving me delicious shivers all over. I yanked out his ponytail and fisted his long black hair in my hands, teeth clashing, tongues sliding, bodies moving.

And just as fast as it happened, it stopped. “Are you quite done, mio bella?”

The sound of my lover’s voice chilled my blood. I pushed Señor Juanes off of me instantly and stared at Dillon in fear, feeling in that moment that he was going to blow my brains out with his revolver. I glanced at my Spanish teacher who winked then left for the door. Dillon walked closer to me and I panicked. “Oh God I’m sorry Dillon! Oh God please!” I cried and fell to my knees backing away from his advance.

He arched an eyebrow at me, suddenly confused at what I was doing. “Baby… its ok, ¿no? Señor Juanes is pretty hot.” He smiled and bent down, reaching out a hand to me. I backed away further from him, terrified that if I accepted him, he would hit me. “Goten, baby, fo’get about it. I’m not mad.” He smiled at me again, but I still hesitated at taking his hand.

“Y-you promise you won’t hurt me?”

“Mio bella… You’re not my boyfriend, remember?”

Slowly, I took his hand and he lifted me up to my feet, charming smile still on his face. When I went to take my hand away, he squeezed hard. A gleam in his eyes shined with danger and instantly, I reacted. I snarled and jerked my hand back and over my head, sending Dillon flying behind me. All the people around us stopped and looked to see what the commotion was. Before I realized it, I was shaking all over and plaster was falling around me.

“Goten what happened?!” My father ran behind me and I found it odd that he did. When I turned to see what he was doing, my heart sank.

I had thrown Dillon through the wall.

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I wonder how many times I am going to be in medical ward of Capsule Corp. I’ve come here enough to know where the bathrooms are -all of them- and which doctor is specialized in a certain field. But this time, I wasn’t here for me.

“Forgive me…” I wish I could show more emotion than this. But those damned purple pills suck all the life out of me. “I thought you were going to hurt me…” I kept my head bowed in submission with my hands in my lap. “I’m an idiot…” I sat in a metal chair next to a hospital bed, keeping my eyes away from the patient.

“Oh mio bella. It was my mistake. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.” Dillon reached a hand over and stroked my chin. I wish I could have smiled. “And besides, my back took the brunt of impact. No bandages, but I will be bruised. You’ve got quite an arm, baby!” Dillon laughed and scruffled my hair. Damnit I wish I could have smiled.

“Señor Juanes… he means nothing to me, Dill--” I started, but Dillon covered my mouth.

“Ssssshhhh… I know, Goten. Like I said before, I’m not mad. I don’t care. I guess I was just… jealous. Baby, don’t feel like you cheated on me.” He moved his hand down from my head to my chin. He gave me a warm smile, the same he gave me before I threw him into the wall, but because of the medicine, there was no dangerous gleam. What a stupid fucking boy I was.

“Dilly… I’m scared.” I muttered, and he frowned slightly in sadness.

“Bella… come here.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled slightly. I sighed and got into the hospital bed with him. He put his arms around me and I snuggled close to his large chest. He inhaled deeply and then let out a breath, getting comfortable with me laying on him. “I know you’re scared. I am too. But baby don’t worry. I will protect you. I love you, Goten. I would die for you.” He kissed the top of my head, but it wasn’t good enough.

“Dillon, they want to have me committed to a nut house.” It wasn’t officially decided by my father, but his friends were doing everything in the world to get him to have me put away. Vegeta had warned me ahead of time before I came to visit Dillon.

“What?!” Dillon hollered, shooting up in the bed. I kept cuddled up to him, getting suddenly exhausted. “No! I refuse it! You will not go thru what I did!” He fumed, and it was such a turn on. I loved it when he got passionate. Too bad I felt nothing but a soothing, numb feeling flowing in my veins. “I dare them to lock you up! Whoever puts you away with get the wrath of the entire Mafia!” God he was pissed… I could use this to my advantage.

“Even Trunks…?” I smirked devilishly, working a plan in my head.

Dillon made me look at him, a serious look on his face. “Do you want him dead?”

I grinned, voices making a dull buzz in my head. I probably should have taken 3 pills instead of 2. Dillon’s frown slowly crept into a sinister smile. If he would die for me, I bet he would do anything and everything. It was time to make that stupid prince pay for what he was doing to me.

“Not quite yet.”

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“So they aren’t putting him away? He’s a fucking nut case! Kami this is just stupid!” Trunks threw his hands up in frustration, walking down the city streets with a cell phone to his ear. It was a cold night, signaling the beginnings of fall and a bitter winter of the infamous New York City. It was the first time Trunks had to wear a scarf to shield him from the cold, not hide the hickeys on his neck from the many girls he’d been with. His stomach was growling, his injury from Gohan was cramping his leg up, and his nose was starting to go numb from the wind. “Damned Goten… he’s ruining everything!” Trunks growled and hung up his phone.

A swirl of wind passed by Trunks, carrying an enticing smell of garlic bread and pizza. It caused the lavender-haired prince to shiver in delight and his stomach to make a monster like noise. He looked to his left and stared in a window at a small pizzeria. It was almost completely empty, save for a table in the corner with at least 8 men in suits sitting around it. Getting a closer look, Trunks noticed that one of the men was all too familiar to him. “Dillon…” he growled and so did his stomach. Putting his hands and nose on the glass window, he continued to watch the Italian teenager, fascinated with him.

He would never admit to it, but he wanted to be like Dillon in many ways; unbelievably wealthy (after all, Trunks’ mother was the billionaire, not him), charming, seductive, and most importantly powerful. A nagging suspicion kept telling him that there was something the teen was hiding. He was almost too perfect. Almost too wealthy for his family to be in “trade” and international affairs. Almost too powerful... “That damned Dillon acts like he owns the whole fucking city.” Trunks stopped speaking as he watched all of the men but Dillon get up and go into the kitchen. When he turned his attention back to Dillon, the Italian was staring right back at him. He almost jumped right out of his skin, but stood his ground. Dillon was glaring at him, but then a smirk crept onto his face, unnerving the lavender-haired prince.

Before he could react, he received a powerful blow to the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

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“It’s been a week since the home of a Son Chichi was found engulfed in flames, the cause of the explosion from a simple gas stove fire. Her son, a Son Goten, presumably thought dead from the explosion, had been staying with a friend the night of the tragic accident, thus saving himself from a terrible fate. Chichi’s body has yet to be found in the debris and ashes, but there have also been no sightings of the estranged woman. Investigators are wary as to claiming her a victim of the explosion, but so far it is the only lead they have for her whereabouts.

In our latest news, heir to the multi-billion dollar Capsule Corporation, Trunks Brief, was found 2 nights ago beaten and bloody, hanging upside down by a wire near the Capsule Corp mansion. No prints were found on his body, but a metal device was located locked on his ankle. Specialists say that it is a type of technological restraint, draining the heir of all his strength and movement. What was odd about the situation was that the device was specially made by Capsule Corporation, its own CC logo engraved onto the latch. The boy was taken to the Medical Ward of the CC building after being found by his father, Vegeta Isan. The man had no words to say to the press, but Trunks’ mother and owner of the billion dollar corporation, Bulma Briefs, had this to say:

‘We don’t know who would want to harm our child or threaten the Capsule Corp name, but we are taking every measure to make sure that we find the person who did this and find out why.’

When in the hospital, Trunks Brief, while suffering from a severe concussion from a blow to the back of his head, could only name one suspect to his attack. A Mr. Dillon Santinni, youngest son to the suspected Crime boss, Giovanni Santinni. While the Santinni name sparks up many great accomplishments in New York, it also generates great suspicion to the rise in Organized Mafia Crime. Dillon Santinni was questioned earlier yesterday and gave an airtight alibi, stating that he was eating dinner at the small ‘Little Italy’ pizzeria 30 miles away from the scene of the crime. Further investigation proves his alibi to be correct with over 10 witnesses matching his story. Dillon was dropped of all charges and suspicion. The hunt for the attacker continues…”

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~Goten’s POV~

I always thought that living with my dad was going to make my life easier, and believe it or not, I was right. I was allowed to come and go as I pleased, stay with whoever I wanted at night, and more. My father kept an extremely close eye on me the first few days because of his own paranoia, but eventually decided that I could handle myself. I took the advantage to a new extreme and all but moved in with Dillon, finding it almost weird to go home to Capsule Corp when asked or begged. Dillon’s family took me in as their own, and I felt like I truly belonged.

Tanya was the mother I had always wanted, but never dreamed of getting. She was warm and affectionate, told me “I love you” like every mother should to their child, and even referred to me as her own son. She joked all the time with the many important and rich people that came over that she had gotten another wonderful child. She bought me gifts, clothes, and food. She cooked whatever I asked of her, always happy to please me. Deep down, I knew I was a replacement for the child she had lost, but I was so starved for the attention of a mother that I was willing to take whatever I could get.

Giovanni was the father that I never had. It was his idea that I should become “part of the family” and he welcomed me with open arms. Though he was strict and cruel to his own son, he showed me love and affection, telling me stories of himself when he was just a “brat” and teaching me so many things. After spending time with my “second father,” I knew all about the culture of Italy, how to appreciate Italian opera, where to get the best pizza in town, how to play golf, and more. He gave me full access to his grand library and gave me a tour of his extravagant car collection. Even though it felt amazing to be treated like this, I wondered how my lover felt about it all.

But of course, the one who made me feel the most welcome and loved of all, was my Dillon.

It was fall break, and the school was blessed with a week’s vacation. Right from school, I went to my second home and spent the entire week with my second family. I think my father was upset that I didn’t want to be with him… I didn’t care anyway. Dillon made all sorts of plans for us during the break, and I wasn’t going to miss it for the world. In that week, he taught me so much. I learned how to cook the best lasagna of my life, how to speak Italian almost fluently, what to do in case I am ever shot, how to breathe thru my nose when a big cock is in my throat…

The most thrilling thing I was taught was how to shoot a gun.

Dillon took me out to a field near his house where a forest lined a valley. Hundreds of yards away, stood paper people for me to practice shooting, some closer to me and others really far away. “We will start with the basics,” He started and handed me his beautiful revolver that I loved so much, “Now, hold the gun like this,” He put the gun in my hand correctly, its cold steel making my blood race with adrenaline. He then led me towards an area where white tape was on the ground. He placed my feet right behind it then stood behind me, his chest and groin pressed against me. He wrapped his arms around me, letting his hands slide up my arms, raising them and positioning them to where I was pointing the gun. “Ok, keep your eyes on the target you have in mind,” His voice was hot in my ear as he spoke to me, “Always keep a steady hand. If you let it waiver, then you will miss. Keep both eyes open.” His hands held my wrists, keeping my arms perfectly still, “When you feel the time is right, pull the trigger.” We both waited for me to fire the gun, his patience incredible. I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger a few times, the explosions from the gun making my heart jump. I turned my head to look at Dillon, who had a smile on his face. I looked at one of the paper people to see that there were holes in the head and chest. “Perfect…” Dillon breathed.

The most terrifying thing I was taught was how to drive a car.

I had never even sat in the driver’s seat of a car before, and Dillon felt that it was my time to learn. They had no normal, everyday cars like the rest of the population, so I was left with learning to drive in a new GT Mustang that had only been used twice. “It could be worse, mio bella. This could be a stick shift.” Dillon gave me a kiss on the cheek before strapping himself in to the passenger’s side. When I started the car, my pulse raced again at the incredible roar of the engine, reminding me of a tiger. As I put the car into a gear and pushed on the gas pedal, we went flying backwards suddenly, making me scream. I slammed on the breaks and almost tore the steering wheel off because I was gripping it so hard. I looked to my right and saw that Dillon had grabbed onto the side of the paneling, eyes wide in shock. He swallowed and slowly reached over and put the car into “DRIVE” instead of “REVERSE.” He gave me a small, quick smile and I tried it again, this time taking off too fast again towards a mailbox. Even thought my lover had nerves of steel, I still managed to get a small shriek out of him. He never gave up on me though, and by the end of the day, I was able to drive just fine.

While lying in bed, we whispered so many secrets to one another. We kissed, we touched, and we cried… it was just perfect. I knew it couldn’t last forever, but for the moment, it was heaven. I know at some point, it will end. Everything that I ever love and hold dear to me always gets ripped away from me, sending me back into the hell that I deserve to be in. So I hold him and I touch him, memorizing every curve and angle of his perfect body, making mental notes of how he smelt and tasted in that moment. Anything to keep the precious memories alive in my slowly deteriorating mind. He told me his hopes and dreams, this time including me in everything. When the time was right, we would run away with each other to Italy where he would be the Don, we would get married and crush all those beneath us, hopefully start a family… He had it all planned out, and I admired him for it.

Secretly, I wish for it too.

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“I’m going to seduce your brother.”

It was just a simply sentence, but one that held such complicity and idiocy in it. And I thought I was mad, but now I believe that Voorhees was the craziest boy to ever live.

“I’ll bet, that if he just gets a taste of what could be the most mind numbing sex of his entire life, he’ll want me.” Voorhees was driving Dillon and I to his home, officially deciding that he was going to get in bed with my brother, no matter what it took.

“Hn. OR, he’ll be utterly disgusted with you and beat you to a bloody pulp.” My lover gave a snicker when Voorhees glared at him in his rear view mirror.

“That’s not funny, mate! I’ve seen the way he looks at me. He wants me, he just doesn’t know how to approach me.”

“Heh, maybe he should try Señor Juanes’s technique.” This time, I shot Dillon a glare. Both of my favorite boys just laughed at me.

We pulled into a large neighborhood that was full of monstrous brick and stone homes. Not a single one looked the same, and it was simply beautiful. All the homes stood on their own lots, with spacious backyards. Trees ran parallel with the streets, each one having a small fence around the trunk. It was the very typical rich suburban neighborhood seen all over the area; white picket fences, children playing in the yards, people out watering their lawn and gardens, a teenager washing a car, housewives spreading gossip in driveways… It would be utterly cliché and boring, had it not been for the fact that these were glorious mansions. That, and the cars! Ever since seeing my “second father’s” car collection, I drooled over sports and luxury automobiles.

When we reached the back of the neighborhood, Jason pulled into the driveway of a beautiful brick and stone mixed home, a large porch wrapping around the place. To the left, a guest home was connected to a walkway into the real home, the small living quarters looking just like the mansions around us. In the driveway, all 4 garages were open, revealing several more Mercedes of all different colors. We all got out of the car and made our way up the wrap-around porch and into the front door.

Inside, the home felt very welcoming and warm. Its décor was based off of the colors on the warm pallet; gold’s, reds, browns, and oranges. It had a very Tuscany look to it, as if I were walking the streets of Peru. Overstuffed furniture fit very snugly in the family room, all focused on the large entertainment center on the wall. Sunlight spilled into the space from 2 story windows, making it bright and inviting. In the dining room sat a large, antique looking table with fancy chairs surrounding it. The dishes used to decorate held colors of a dusty gold, with light brown patterns. Everything looked neat and tidy, as if no one actually used the things the furnished the place.

When walking into the sunlit, gourmet kitchen, my senses went crazy as smells of pork and spice filled my nose. I strode up to the oven quickly, pulling Dillon who had been holding my hand the entire time. A roast was cooking, and my stomach suddenly made itself known. I wanted to lick the glass plate blocking me from the food, but a sudden cheerful hello stopped me. Dillon and I turned quickly to see Voorhees throw his arms around a short and chubby woman, laughing and holding her close. The love that poured from Voorhees shocked me. He turned to us, his arm around her, and gave us a huge smile. “Mates, I would like you to meet the greatest woman in the world, my nanny Abigail.” He gave her a kiss on her round cheeks.

Voorhees’s nanny had to be in her mid 50’s, lines of age etching her cheerful, rosy face. She was stout and round, wearing a blue bonnet dress with an apron tied around her, the apron showing evidence of cooking on her. Her graying blonde hair was held back into a bun, but a few strands managed to escape the restraint. She had laughing lines on the corners of her mouth and twinkling blue eyes. She had broad shoulders and thick red arms, but surprisingly delicate looking hands. When she spoke, I had to do a double take, her strong British accent throwing me off guard. “Oh my, deary! What a strapping young lad, your friend is!” She blushed and laughed, her sparkling eyes never tearing away from Dillon.

Almost instantly, Dillon took to her as if she were family. He walked over to her with his ever so charming smile plastered on his face, taking her hand in his and kissing it. Nanny Abigail giggled and blushed at the action, but didn’t back away from my beaming lover, even if he stood a good foot and a half over her. “Dillon Santinni, Miss Abigail. Charmed to meet you.” He smiled and kissed her hand again, making Voorhees’s nanny giggle again and swat at him.

“Now you stop that! You make an old woman blush!” She teased at Dillon, and my lover just laughed. She looked over at me and put her hands on her hips. “Quite the shy one here, aren’t we?” She gave me an accusing look like a mother would do her child, and my face flared in embarrassment.

“Ma, he’s shy. That’s all. This is Goten.” Voorhees winked at me.

“Ahhhh you’ve told me about him! It’s about time I finally meet you.” Her frown instantly went up in a smile as she gave me a hug, making me tense at a woman’s touch. She pulled away and snatched at Voorhees’s black beanie hat, making his golden locks bounce around his face. “You know better than to wear hats in the house. Now, get out of my kitchen so I can finish dinner. You should have told me you were having company come over. The house is a mess! I just hope that your parents know.” She scolded Voorhees like a child, but I could sense the love behind it all.

Dillon and I both noticed a look of sadness flash across his face, but it vanished as soon as it appeared. We gave each other knowing looks, both knowing what the other was thinking. Voorhees gave Nanny Abigail another hug and pushed us out of the kitchen, warning us that she would come at us with a spoon if we got in her way. Once out, he led us past the living room to go up a spiraling staircase. We walked across a hall that opened up to the living room below, the window’s giving us a great view of his backyard. He led us into his large room and closed the door. I looked around and noted it’s gold and purple color theme, the golden color on the walls and on his large bed. On one side of his room was a computer desk with bookshelves built in, and on the other side of the room, sat a large glass tank, no doubt housing an animal. I glanced around and watched Dillon fall back onto Voorhees’s fluffy bed, sighing in content at its feel.

“I like your Nanny, Voorhees.” He smiled with his eyes closed, resting his arms behind his head, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal his perfect stomach. God he was beautiful.

“I told you she was great, mate.” Voorhees joined Dillon, flopping down next to him. I simply walked around the room slowly, noting his collection of Australian comics and statues.

“She acts like a mother more than a care giver.” Dillon spoke.

“To me, she is. She pretty much raised me by herself when I was a baby. My parents… they are never around. My mother and I have nothing in common, no bond what-so-ever, I don’t think she even loves me like a mother should.” I reflected on Voorhees’s words, knowing how he felt exactly. “As for my father, well, I don’t even call him that. It’s just Cade or Sir. He’s not the most loving man…” Voorhees trailed off, and I watched as he let his fingers slide against Dillon’s pale olive skin on his arm. Instant jealousy over took my entire being, and I felt the need to pounce on the Australian boy and tear his throat out. “Anyway…” He took his fingers away, and I felt at ease. “My Nanny was my only parent and raised me like I was her own. She could never have children so she instantly considered me her son. It’s silly, but its like the whole thing with the Nurse and Juliet in the Shakespeare play.” He giggled and then let his golden-brown eyes fall on me. “Whatcha lookin at?” he asked, pulling me out of my daze. I noticed that I was in front of the reptile tank.

“What’s in here?” I pointed down to the glass aquarium and Voorhees smiled, jumping off the bed and joining my side.

It was a barren tank, filled with sand, a few plants, and a large, hallow rock. He lifted the lid to the tank and set it aside. “This, my friend, is the love of my life.” He gave me a mischievous smirk and reached inside. I jumped slightly when I felt Dillon at my back, his arm sneaking around to hold my hip. “Ok, don’t look.” Voorhees commanded, and I rolled my eyes. Just to entertain him, I closed them. I heard something knock against the glass, and then Dillon’s fingers tightened on me. What could it be? “This beautiful boy here is named Kujo. He’s very trained and I promise, he won’t bite.” Dillon’s fingers tightened even more and he started to pull at my arm, wanting to get me away. Why?

“Voorhees…” My lover warned.

“Open your eyes!” Voorhees all but squealed, and I obeyed.

~Dillon’s POV~

Goten instantly gave a shriek of terror and slammed into me, knocking me back against the wall of Voorhees’s room. He clawed at me to get behind me, wanting me to block him from the “pet” that our Australian friend was holding. “Fuck fuck fuck!!!” Goten wailed and held onto me tight, his fingernails tearing open my skin. I stood strong against the pain, and gave a glare at Voorhees, his enormous bird-eating spider twitching on his palms.

“Put. It. Back.” I growled and Voorhees instantly obeyed, not understanding what was going on. Goten began to sob behind me, his body shaking in fear and adrenaline. I turned and tried to cradle him in my arms, but he constantly tried to back into the wall. “Mio Bella, it’s ok. He put it back.” I reassured him and tried to stroke his hair, but he would have none of it. He cried out when he saw Voorhees approach and scrambled to get to the door, knocking over anything in his way. “Goten!” I called to him and managed to grab his wrist, pulling him back into my chest.

“Don’t let it get me! Please please please!!” He cried and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapping around me so tight, I thought I would pass out. His body gave out and we both slumped to the floor, his sobbing never ceasing. He crawled into my lap like a child and just cried, those salty tears staining my shirt.

I held him close, cooing in his ear that everything was alright and that the monster was gone. I kissed his forehead and stroked his hair lovingly, letting him rock back and forth and mumble incoherently. I looked over at Voorhees to notice that he was shedding tears as well, so hurt and confused at the situation. “He… he has a terrible case of Arachnophobia… his mom did a terrible thing to him with spiders…” I tried to explain to him, not wanting to tell him all the terrible things Goten had been thru, but also not wanting him to think that he was the cause of all this mess. I reached into my pant pocket and pulled out a small pill holder, flicking off the top. I pulled Goten away and made him take his medication, knowing the pills would calm him down immensely. After that, I just held him and let him cry.

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“Ok Goten, let’s start the session, shall we?”

“…”

“Goten, my dear, you will have to talk sometime.”

“…”

“Alright then. We can just sit here until you do.”

The Psychiatrist gave Goten a warm smile, but the Saiyan just scowled.

Goten’s psychiatrist, Simoko, stretched in her large leather chair and the disturbed teenager eyed her. Simoko was a stunningly beautiful woman, her thick blonde hair falling in her gorgeous face and flowing around her curvy body. Her suit was tight, revealing a well shaped figure. Her emerald green eyes, hidden behind thin glasses, were seductive and full of curiosity, watching Goten sit patiently in his seat. As she stood, Goten noted that her short suit skirt was like a second skin, enhancing her perfect round ass. When she walked, her entire body moved like a temptress. If he were a straight man, the Saiyan would have bent her over her large desk and fucked her in half. The thought made him smirk.

Simoko stood on her tiptoes, even though she was in heels, to reach a book on the top shelf of her bookcase. If he were straight, he probably would have attempted to look up her skirt. She grabbed the book then sat behind her large desk, opened it up, and began reading. Goten raised an eyebrow in confusion, but shook his head, sticking to his guns. ‘That damned woman will get nothing from me.’

An hour passed, and the scowl on Goten’s face turned to one of complete boredom. He fought to keep his eyes open, ready to fall asleep on the couch while Dr. Simoko worked. She had went from reading a book to filling out paper work, only looking at him once in a while, to see if he wanted to talk. Goten opened his mouth slightly, but then a bell went off.

Simoko stretched and smiled. “Well, Goten. Maybe our next session will be more productive. I’ll see you same time next week!” She stood and reached a hand out, but Goten simply growled. She frowned slightly and walked over to the locked door, opening it to usher his father inside. “Ok, Mr. Son. We are done here. I just need to talk to you for a few moments. Goten, you can just wait out here.” Simoko stood aside as the two Son’s passed, one with a hopeful smile, the other with a scowl. Once Goten stepped outside, the door slammed shut behind him.

Goku sat on the couch where his son had been sitting not a minute before, fidgeting with his pant leg nervously. He watched the beautiful woman sit behind her large desk and write down some things. A moment or two passed, making Goku more and more uncomfortable. “S-so… how did everything go? Is he cured?” The tall Saiyan asked, finding himself interestingly shy around Goten’s psychiatrist.

The woman gave a giggle. “Mr. Son, you cannot cure people of a mental condition over night.” She put aside her papers and crossed her hands under her chin, smiling at the man. Goku felt his face heat up slightly. “Goten… he is a very difficult case, as Dr. Emerson has told you before. And from my experience already with him, he is going to be a very very tough nut to crack. He refused to talk, just scowled and kept his arms crossed. The entire session.” She shrugged, almost disappointed that her newly assigned “patient” didn’t open to her immediately.

“What? Well, what did you do? He has to talk, doesn’t he?” Goku pouted, upset with his son.

“Mr. Son, I did nothing. Now, before you lose it on my head, you have to understand a few things, ok? You cannot force anyone to do as you wish or please. With therapists and doctors like me, a relationship has to build before the patient will open up. They need to find a reason to trust you, and from what I have been told, Goten trusts no one.” She took off her glasses and eyed Goku, making the Saiyan feel somewhat giddy. “Instead of pushing him, the technique I use on all my patients, I will use on him. I won’t talk. We can sit in complete silence all session long, it doesn’t bother me. It gives me a chance to catch up on my work, and a time for them to get comfortable with their surroundings and myself. Eventually, they all get very bored very quick, and start to talk. Trust me, Mr. Son, Goten will come around. And when he does, it will be worth the wait.” Her emerald orbs sparkled in fascination, anticipating the day when Goten would open up to her. Goku’s heart interestingly beat faster at her look. She was such a beautiful woman.

“W-well… I hope s-so too…” He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck in nervous habit. He watched as she smiled a little bigger then take out a pad of paper.

“I am going to continue following Dr. Emerson’s medication plan and keep prescribing him his sedatives.” She wrote something down, tore the paper out of the pad, and handed it to Goku. He took it from her with slightly shaking hands. “So!” She piped up and stood from her chair, walking over to the door with Goku following behind. “I will see you same time next week. I am considering scheduling Goten for 3 sessions a week, just because we all want to make fast progress with him. See you soon!” She smiled and Goku smiled back.

“Yeah… see you soon…Heh…”

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“Are you sure you want to do this, mio bella?”

“Yeah… I’m sure, Dillon…”

Goten propped himself up onto what reminded him of a hospital bed, gripping the plastic mattress in one hand, his lover’s hand in the other. They waited and stared into each others eyes, the demi Saiyan’s paranoia subsided because of his medication. His body was shaking, his stomach flipping and churning, a nervous sweat breaking out across his forehead. The room smelled of incense and sterilizer, the mix not helping the ache in his belly. Dillon leaned in and gave his lover a sweet kiss, their lips moving together in the age old dance of desire. As tongues began to slide together, the sound of a door shutting stopped them. Dillon gave Goten an encouraging smile and stood out of the way from a tattooed man.

Goten watched the man grab a strange device and place a piece of metal into a hook nozzle. The tall man, strangely attractive for having a shaved, tattooed head, did a few more dazzling movements with his tool then looked at Goten, giving him a curious smile. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, grabbing a form and a pen.

Goten nodded and took the form from the man, nervously signing his name on the line below. He gave it back to the man, fascinated with the man’s tattooed eyelids and inner lip. “H-how bad is this going t-to hurt…?” Goten asked shakily, squeezing Dillon’s hand for comfort.

“Like… biting your tongue, really hard.” The man said as he walked over to Goten and grabbed his chin softly. He opened Goten’s mouth and looked inside, then grabbed a sharpie and marked a small dot on Goten’s tongue. “Ok, this is your last chance to back out. This will only take me a second to do.” The man eyed Goten, and the demi Saiyan nodded once again.

“I’m ready.”

The tattooed man smiled and grabbed his “gun,” telling Goten to open his mouth and stick out his tongue as far as he could, the Saiyan obeying obediently. Goten felt the metal device slide against his tongue, settling over the small dot the man had made. A few seconds passed, the longest seconds of Goten’s life, and he squeezed Dillon’s hand, waiting for the pain. Dillon squeezed back and he could feel the grin on his lover’s face. Just when he thought he would die of anticipation, a sharp barbell shot thru his entire tongue, the pop sound of the piercing gun filling his ears.

Goten cried out in pain while his tongue was held in place, tears springing to his eyes and falling down his cheeks. Blood began to leak from the newly made piercing, the metallic tasting liquid calming the Saiyan down. Dillon’s fingers wiped away his tears, the Italian man cooing in his ear of how proud he was of him and how much he loved him. The tattooed man took the gun away and started to wipe away the blood that dribbled down Goten’s lips and chin. “What a baby.” He teased and applied liquid medication to the tongue piercing.

The pain soon became an annoying throb of discomfort. Goten’s eyelids were kissed by Dillon, and he smiled slightly. He listened to the tattooed man rummage around with some more things, as Dillon helped him to lie back onto the bed. He raised Goten’s shirt up to reveal wash board abs and a sexy navel that he loved to plunge his tongue into. He kissed Goten’s tummy and gave him a warm smile. The tattooed man came back over and made another mark slightly above Goten’s belly button, then grabbed another gun.

The tongue barbell was only the beginning.

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~Goten’s POV~

November 12

I am getting straight A’s in my AP Spanish class, and I am not even doing a thing anymore. The week I was absent from school because of my “psychosis” and all, Señor Juanes assigned 2 projects and a long term paper. When I arrived to school and started my normal schedule, he told me not to worry about it because it was “all taken care of.” He gives me sexy grins and lets his hand linger on my body when he touches me on my shoulder or back. He wants me bad, and it’s killing him that we cannot do a thing. Knowing this fact, Eros just likes to fuck with his head, giving him winks and blowing him seductive kisses when no one is looking. I make sure to press my body against his when looking over his shoulder, letting my hands touch his thighs slightly. There have been several instances where he has had to leave the classroom for a while because of all the flirting and touching I am doing to him. Not a single student can figure out why.

It’s taken me a few weeks, but I finally warmed back up to Voorhees, finally convinced that he wasn’t out to hurt me with that… monster… We kissed and made up, and I learned all about his progress with my brother. He’s gotten my brother flustered and nervous, tempting him with secret innuendos and dropping all sorts of hints. “He wants me mate, I know he does.” He would tell me over and over again with a smile. Instead of dwelling on the fact that he was seducing my married, newly fathered, brother, I had stared at the new bruise on his cheek. A fist was definitely used to make such a hit. When I asked him about it, he made some lame excuse that he fell while running during track meet. Bullshit.

Kissing my lover, Dillon, has become quite interesting now that I have a tongue piercing. Our barbells hit and slide against one another’s as we make out, sometimes locking up when we kiss at a certain angle. It’s actually quite hot. Sex has become interesting too. He likes to bite and tug at every place I got a piercing; my tongue, eyebrows, bottom lip, navel, and ears. He has found a fascination with the scar on the left side of my face that I got when Trunks tried to kill me. He runs his tongue up and down it, giving me such delicious shivers at the action. From eyelid down to the middle of my cheek, he worships the imperfection. Now that I have a tongue piercing, I have found that Dillon loves the feeling of the cold steel against his big burning cock, the different extremes of temperature making him cry out in desire. After Zoomie and Trunks, I never thought I could love another person. But yet again, I am head over heels. This time, I can finally admit to it.

I haven’t seen Trunks in a long while since the little “attack” he fell prey to a month ago. He has dropped out of any class he ever had with me, and I never see him if I am home at Capsule Corp. Also, the police have finally confirmed my mother a victim of the house explosion. Dillon told me he would take care of everything and I couldn’t be more pleased. I can’t wait until I finally decide when to have Trunks killed.

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“Ok, so be sure that when you complete the electronic configurations, you check that your arrows are pointing the correct way. Alright?” Gohan stared at his class, beaming with pride at his students who were always willing to learn. He knew all the attention he was given was not just for the class and studies, mainly him, but it didn’t bother him. As long as they weren’t bored and weren’t doing other things, he was fine. As he scanned the class, his eyes locked with golden-brown ones. Instantly, his face began to heat at the seductive gaze he was given. He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar, trying to get some cool air on his hot skin. “N-now, when you have—”

The bell rang throughout the classroom and school, signaling the end of a wonderful Friday. Gohan’s students jump out of their seats and literally sprinted for the door, ready to leave and celebrate the weekend. “Love you too! Don’t forget your homework!” Gohan called out to his students, hoping they had heard him. He sighed and began to wipe off the chemistry problems on the white board, preparing to leave soon as well. Finishing the task, he sat down at his desk and looked down at all the papers on his desk, rubbing his temples as a headache began to form. His tired eyes scanned over to some pictures on his desk, a smile tugging his lips slightly at a photo of him holding his new born daughter, Pan. He then looked at the second photo, the smile fading away. It was a photo of Goten and him when Goten was 7, both of them happy and loving each other. He missed those days.

“Why are you so sad, Mr. Gohan?” Voorhees’s voice made Gohan jump in his seat, seeing that his student was sitting on top of his desk.

The older man looked up from his desk and held his breath as small pouty lips touched his own. When his student pulled away, he stood suddenly, face red in embarrassment. “Jason, enough of this foolish behavior!! I will report you to the principal next time you even touch me!” He hollered, hoping to scare the younger boy away.

Voorhees simply smirked and got on all fours on the top of the desk, leaning forward to close in on Gohan again. “And I can just as easily switch that story around to make them think YOU have been coming on to me. You’ll lose your job before they even consider that I am the one at fault.” He flashed his perfect teeth, knowing his blackmail would work on Gohan. “Mr. Gohan…” He moaned slightly and let his arms wrap around his teacher’s thick neck, one he would love to bite and suck. Gohan gave a growl, putting up a fight like he always did in this situation.

“You wouldn’t dare blackmail me.” Gohan warned, his blood racing at the feeling of the smaller boy resting in his lap, his chair leaning back at their weight.

“I would. Beginning now. I want you Mr. Gohan, why can’t you see you want me to?” Voorhees stared intently into his teacher’s eyes, feeling giddy at the fact that this was the closest he had ever been to Gohan.

“I don’t want you!” Gohan yelled.

“Then why haven’t you pushed me away?” The Australian boy arched an eyebrow curiously.

Gohan couldn’t give an answer. Not to the teenager, not to himself. Why hadn’t he thrown him across the room? Why was he letting the boy touch him and put his lips on his own? Why was he even letting their tongues touch and explore? Why did it feel so… good? Voorhees had touched him before, spoken dirty to him, made him question his own marriage, but now… it had never been like this. The Saiyan moaned slightly as Voorhees rubbed his body against his, and he pulled away. “You’ll lie, just so I will sleep with you?” He whispered, feeling he had no choice but to do what the boy wanted.

Voorhees gave an evil grin. “I’ve been spending too much time with Goten.” He purred and began to kiss his teacher again, letting his hands roam wherever he pleased. He heard Gohan huff, then his wrist was grabbed and he was yanked to his feet. Gohan was on his feet as well, dragging his student out of the classroom and down the hall. “Where are we going?!” Voorhees freaked, thinking that Gohan was taking him to the principal.

“To fuck. If we are going to do what you want, we are going to do it MY way.” Gohan scowled over his shoulder, making Voorhees smirk. They walked around the corner to the janitor’s closet, Gohan throwing the boy inside, slamming the door behind him. He pushed Voorhees up against the wall, knocking over brooms and buckets. “We will fuck when I want to. Where I want. However I want it.” Gohan began to tear off Voorhees’s shirt, looking over the bronze chest with hunger. “No lovey dovey crap. No cuddling. You’re a whore to me, Jason.” Gohan knew he was being cruel, but it was the only way he could vent his guilt and frustration over the sin he was about to commit.

“I want to be your whore, Mr. Gohan.” Voorhees moaned and wrapped his legs around the Saiyan, slamming his mouth against his teacher’s. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It all felt like a fucking dream. If it was, he never wanted to wake up for as long as he lived.

Sin never tasted so good.

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TBC.