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Warning: yaoi lemon and
strong language.

Boys

By
Caprice

Part
2

It
was like soaring through waves of molten silver, still riding the high of the
drug as he swam fully submersed in the ample lake. The folds of water nestled
him� made him weightless as his blood pumped in his ears. Oh and every sense
was heightened, making the world around and the thoughts inside infinitely
strident� every single nerve in his body sputtering like a Bengal light. Yum,
he thought. He could perfectly die here, ensconced in the arms of the lake. He
should do that, he should never surface, let the water seep into his lungs suffocating
whatever memories assaulted his brain.

It
was all a mesh of muddled up regret and confusion but also drive and
excitation. It was more like something indescribable, a tangle of emotion that
was laced with his name� his voice, his face. Goten. The words, the daggers of venom,
everything said and done� or nearly done, spinning like a wheel inside his
brain. It was like a rollercoaster. He had felt like a complete and utter fuck
up at the beginning of the night, had ascended to heaven and was now feeling on
the verge of crashing real bad. Was the trip coming to an end? It usually made
him confident enough to babble on like a jerk and often act simply stupid, but
most of all, it made him feel fuckin� fantastic.
Well, at least for a bit. His Saiyan physiology usually made the trips last
shorter. Something else to feel great about�

He
frowned, still fully underwater, thoughts somehow going back to that tingle in
his spine, that sizzle in the pit of his belly that remained from that nasty
little scuffle back at the tent. Well, who was he kidding; he didn�t belong in
there, with him, in the space that glowed with his warmth and his innocence. He
belonged in here, in the midst of the nothingness and the cold that echoed his
soul. Fallen, accursed, rotten and miserable. Praised,
revered and envied as destined by fate until his dying day. Right here right
now, he felt split in two, torn in half like a hybrid should, half of all and
whole of nothing.

And
this scarlet letter he bore branded by an invisible iron� He sighed, lilac hair
waving about his face in gorgeous patterns. He would never understand the
nature of humanity that would put somebody on a pedestal be it for looks,
talent, money or the sheer romanticism of all he represented all the while
waiting for his fall of grace with morbid fanaticism. How all the little people
loved living through you, talking, feeling, fucking through you and yet somehow
would pay to witness your very execution. They walked about life, with your
name on their lips, your picture printed on the rolled up pages of a cheap
magazine. They loved with the same force with which they hated, hungry, like a
pack of rabid dogs intent on devouring you to satisfy
their craving.

�Not
him.

Chibi�s name spoke of summer
and play, of oranges picked ripe from the orchard on the gardens of West Hill. Laughter
and pranks that threatened to split your sides as you rolled on the grass
letting the blades tickle your nose. It was synonym of a crystal clear creek
and its cool water as it flowed past you while you played fantasy Budokai matches. And of white clouds, fluffed up like
pieces of cotton flying by as you laid together, side by side on the eve of
spring. That was him� that was them, and yet his gleaming pale features kept
drifting, further away� little by little, like those clouds they used to watch
and name years ago� threatening to fade out of his vision.

His
loss was more than evident in the disapproving and bewildered look of his
crystal black eyes. In the way he tensed and curled his toes when he saw what
he was slowly becoming. A monster? A
puppet, the feast of the vermin. A grotty
bastard with a penchant for filth. All of the above.
He would leave, disappear like the last traces of
color before a bitter winter, like the last memories of childhood. And this
void, this black hole of utter and complete solitude in the middle of a
multitude, it was all he�d have left. He wanted to reach out and hold on to the
past, to go back� oh go back. To say it wasn�t so, it wasn�t�. it was only him
and his bitter mouth and his dying heart lashing out at the last uncorrupted
thing in his existence. Cut the life support of his terminally ill soul for
once and for all.

And
this anger� at things having to be this way, at his judgment
and yet his seeming concern. Was it love was it hate, would he leave would he
stay? He supposed he knew the answer, and it was heavy like a rock sinking inside
his chest. But it was his doing, the way his soul had committed suicide and now,
well now he guessed his life could go on completely devoid of a conscience.

He
smiled to himself, one of those snide expressions that hold no joy or life in
them. He let anger and pride swell inside his heart as he contemplated the
truth he�d face upon arriving on West
City again. His cold
barren life away from the heart he�d leave here behind. That fuckin bitch� Marie Anne. Could have been screwing her
brains out tonight if only she hadn�t turned him into the laughingstock of the
nightmare that was Tealton. And just why the hell was
his mother making him go there again? Hadn�t she been
miserable there herself when she was nothing but a teenage kid? Was it a way to
perpetrate some sort of punishment to him, like a sick twisted ploy to have
another human being suffer the misery she did? And is it true that us humans
make the children of our flesh and blood walk our paths and fight our wars
hoping they might succeed at what we didn�t� is it true? Well momma� I
fucking suck at it. I think I�ve proven that point wholeheartedly a million
times. I think I� Holy shit!

Trunks, blew a million bubbles
as he saw Goten�s face wink at him in the middle of the moonlit water, raven
hair swirling about his pale countenance and granting him the image of a
beautiful lake spirit. Trunks shook his head, puffing his cheeks when he
realized he had been about to swallow huge amounts of water. Gah, my God, couldn�t he leave him alone. Couldn�t he just
let him die in peace? Why did he have to make this so difficult? It was hard
enough as it was.

He
surfaced, spat and shook his head in slight exasperation hearing the other boy
follow. He would have said something right there and then but instead waded his
way towards the shore all the while feeling more than a little pissed off at
being interrupted in the middle of his bittersweet epiphany. All he could think
about was storming inside and snorting some more snow to get through tonight
feeling like a happy motherfucker. At this point he didn�t need Goten
sabotaging that.

�What
the hell do you want?� He grumbled, reaching the shore and feeling Goten�s
presence next to him. Water dripped down Trunk�s smooth face, down a plump pair
of lips that had been kissed way too many times by all sorts of popular (and
not that popular) girls in school. Okay and in the neighborhood, and at West
City Country Club, and� well pretty much everywhere. He really had no
difficulty getting it on anywhere he went. Goten called it promiscuity, he
preferred to call it fun.

Goten
approached him, long hair sticking together in a watery mat against his strong
wide neck. �You didn�t think I�d miss out did you? You were almost challenging
me. And come on, you know swimming while high isn�t exactly brilliant.�

Ah
there it was, that stupid concern of his, making him sound
a lot preachier than his very own mother. God knew Bulma was a free soul, I mean, the woman went topless in their own pool while smoking
like a maniac. Fuck, he had overheard her and his father getting down and dirty
so many times he�d been scarred for life. That�s the way the Brief�s liked to
live, so he could go all the way back to Mt. Paoz
with his nagging and pissing.

�Well,
who said I was brilliant. I still have shit to do out here and you�re making it
difficult.� He said while hoisting his water dripping body out of the lake and
landing on the soft cushion of the grass. His biceps moved under the soaked
skin of his arms as he folded them behind his head so he could stare at the
star studded heavens comfortably.

Goten
slid the side of his body against the grass, every little blade grazing his
skin and sending pleasurable shivers all over him. His hair hung down over his
shoulder as he braced his weight on his hand and hovered over Trunks, blocking
his view of the sky. And those black locks, dripping as they were, still heavy
with water, tickled Trunks chest making his skin slightly tremulous.

Trunks
let himself gaze into his eyes feeling a deep sting
inside his stomach. �Go-chan� Go-chan
please, just� just go to sleep,� He whispered, oddly
entranced on the features of his childish face, the perfect complexion of a boy
that lived a healthy, guarded life. He wanted him to go, to cut the chord once
and for all so he�d let his inner child suffocate and die, yet he wouldn�t. He
didn�t move. His long thick jet black lashes hung low as he examined him, little
drops of water trickling down his damp lips and falling unto the other boy�s
chest. The droplets puddled on the indentations of
Trunks muscles sending shivers of anxiety and longing down to his lower belly.

�Why
are you here� The older boy said in a small voice. �Why, if you hate me�

Goten
only let his eyes run over his exotic features, the warm breeze heightening the
sensitivity of their moist bodies. Trunks couldn�t quite understand anything. He
wanted him to leave, yes to leave and let it all end, except, well� except he actually
didn�t. �Please, hate me.�

Something
softened infinitely in Goten�s eyes as he watched him
lying there, purple locks stuck in disarray against his forehead. Trunks�
always an irony, always the master of reversed emotions. He doubted he even
knew what he was saying, or understood himself as well as he did. Perhaps it
was the effect of the hard non-affectionate figure that was his proud father.
Perhaps that was to blame for his inability to say what he truly felt and his
need to hide behind a mask of false confidence. Please hate me� Could
that be any more contrary to the truth? He thought, looking at the shape of
those twitching lips. They often spoke the exact opposite of what he truly longed
for.

And
just like that Goten felt it. It was there again, this� this squirming in his belly
as he let his mind and his eyes wander over the tight perfection that were his
pectorals, his broad shoulders and hard muscles. Eyes blue like radiant skies,
deep like the sea. Purpureal hair that stuck to a very ripe and full lower lip.

�Trunks�
I feel funny.� He breathed, in the voice of a five year old child that was
regarding something with utter naivety. And that�s what he felt like. Almost
exactly like that little boy that had run side by side with him across the
plains of the mountains, blood rushing through his tiny body. He remembered
that feeling of utter joy and excitement and blood pumping wildly as he looked
into his friend�s eyes in adoration, because he was older, because he was
brash. He could have called it love back then � and oh he�d never loved him
more right now, every single inch of him, inside out, his brother, his soul
mate, as he lay there on a self-destructive trip he didn�t want to wake up
from. He both hated him and loved him, he cherished him and he needed him. And
it hurt like a mother when he insulted him with that vicious tongue. And it
felt like every single ounce of his blood was on fire right this second because
he wanted� he wanted something else to happen.

Trunks
creased his brow a little, still lost inside his eyes. �Get out of the way, chibi� Came his low growl, as he
propped the weight of his torso on his forearms. �Please get out��

Goten�s expression changed, he
was mortified, toiling with emotions he�d never experienced before. He heard
his own voice before he could even stop it, suddenly blabbering words without restraint.
�The answer is I like it� even if I hate you right now, I like it.�

Trunks
raised a beautifully arched eyebrow. What the hell was he talking about?

�Like
it?�

Goten
simply nodded, moving downwards to lay on his belly and rest the side of his
face comfortably against Trunks� abs. �I like it� I like what you make me do.�

Trunks
lifted both his hands, holding them in mid air as he tensed up, surprised and unable
to formulate a coherent thought in the density of his mind. He was
unpredictably his little Goten, but today he was so much more than ever. �I
choose to be here with you, even if you�re a damn asshole.� He continued,
speaking against his skin, his lips brushing the taut muscles of Trunks perfect
six pack.

Trunks
could have sworn he felt the very tip of the other boy�s tongue touch his skin
for a moment as he spoke, and it tickled the extremely sensitive flesh of his
stomach. �And you�re damn crazy if you think I�ll let you sink to the bottom of
that lake. You�ll have to sink me down with you.� He was frowning as he spoke
the words, which were coated with harshness, reprimanding Trunks who was still
disconcerted over what to do with his hands. He held them above Goten�s head,
almost touching the satiny threads of black hair, almost ready to sink his
fingers in the soft moist locks that covered the side of his face.

�And
I didn�t want to judge you� I didn�t. When I asked you to camp out, I wanted to
make you forget� to go back to how we used to be when we were ten, so long ago.
I wanted to� I wanted to make you feel good.�

Trunks�
Adam�s apple moved as he swallowed hard, anxiety making his palms acquire the
slightest sheen of sweat, his heart pumping faster,
almost as fast as when he was on the pinnacle of a drug trip, except the initial
effect of the sinful stimulant wasn�t responsible for this one. Gods what was
this� nerves? Yes� nerves, he was damn nervous. Apprehension was sinking into
every pore of his body. This strange sensation of that
intimate touch, of skin against skin.

�Good�?�

Goten
nodded against his abdomen, his hand beginning to tremble as it smoothened down
Trunks lower belly. �Trunks�� He whispered fearfully, something like fright
something like nervousness creating a knot in his throat. He sighed and
shivered, as if terrified of what was going to happen because he just couldn�t
understand it, because touching and smelling and tasting all suddenly seemed so,
so very� appealing. Yet he didn�t know exactly what to do. He didn�t have the
least idea.

Trunks
raised his eyebrows, feeling just a bit of nausea gather in the juncture of his
stomach and his esophagus. He leaned back on the grass, arms extended to the
sides, heart beating furiously against his chest. His lips quivered. He felt
good and felt bad and like he wanted � like he wanted something to happen. And
yet he pressed his lips together, brackets of tension forming around their
burgundy lushness. But as he felt Goten�s weight
press into his body he began burying thought and reason. Just a few seconds� a
few more of that wrestling between instinct and sanity was all he needed to
gather the courage. His whole body was screaming with sensitivity, the very
whisper of the warm air against his skin sending him over the edge. No words,
no sounds, but they knew, they both knew� like a secret that screamed in
silence.

And
so he licked his lips fervently before sliding a hand down to wrap fingers
around Goten�s own and drag them lazily along the tight muscles in his belly.

�Chibi, do you remember when we shoplifted at that gas
station store on West City Apple road when you were twelve?� Goten, could feel
his eyes dewing, fear ransacking his body mercilessly. He nodded against
Trunk�s body, clenching his eyes shut. �Do you remember how scared you were,
and how you shook violently thinking you just weren�t able to go through with
it? You wanted that baseball card so badly, and you knew even though you were
scared shitless you wouldn�t be able to say no, yet you couldn�t move a muscle.
And then I told you something, I whispered it in your ear� remember what it was?�

Trunks
words came as soft caresses, as hushed whispers in the middle of the night,
with the distant accompaniment of the crickets and the soft murmur of the woods.

Goten
breathed, burying his face deeper against his midsection and entwining his
fingers with Trunks�. �Pari
passu�.

Trunks
closed his eyes and relaxed his eyebrows, allowing a tiny smile to stretch his
lips. �Yes� pari passu. Moving together.� He rolled Goten�s fingers between
his own slowly beginning to open his legs, bending them so the powerful muscles
in his thighs allowed the other boy to be cradled comfortably between them.
�And so you did it, you snatched it, grabbed it, snuck
out of the joint shoulder to shoulder with me. You were still afraid, you didn�t know what was gonna
happen. You looked terrified.� Trunks chuckled, breathing deeply again,
soothing himself with the words. �Your hair was flying to the wind as you ran
with me through the night, like the devil was chasing you. And then� then you
never once regretted having done what you did, simply because it made you feel,
well, it made you feel good.�

The
tears that were now wetting the rims of Goten�s eyes stayed contained, merely
coating the luminous black eyes as he opened them. And he smiled; butterflies still flapping inside his stomach, except it was
no longer painful. It was much better than that. And so he slid down slowly�
very slowly� untangling his fingers from Trunks� and running them south until
he smoothed his moist palm over the inner muscle of the other boy�s thigh. The fingertips
grazed the sensitive skin lazily, sending goosebumps
all across it�. making Trunks� belly sink as he inhaled a lungful of air.

�Gote�� He breathed and the world went quiet. He didn�t hear
the crickets anymore; he didn�t hear the soft whisper of the lake. He only
heard himself as he issued a very, very long slow moan. Something moist and
warm enveloping his penis sweetly, tugging on it, a suction, making even the
skin on his scrotum pull up. �oh�� he said, eyes shut
and every single inch of his body exploding in pleasure. He didn�t want to open
his eyes; he didn�t want to enter into a cognitive debate. All he wanted was
the feel of this tongue as it wrapped around the tip of his pleasure and rubbed
against it, the tiny taste buds rough against the sleek satin head that was
completely perked up in attention. That hand, with those long fingers moved up
and down, a little clumsily, peeling his skin so the hot damp breath enveloped
it thoroughly.

His
hips moved up, closer to the source of that pleasure as if pleading for more.
He had no freaking idea Go-chan could do this kind of
thing, he thought in the middle of his daze. Kami, he
couldn�t have known.

�Do
you like it�� Goten said, after a long lazy suck
performed by lips that had turned ruby in their task. He opened his mouth wider
taking him fully, permitting himself to savor the transparent wetness that
oozed in tiny drops off the tip of his virile member.

Trunks
swallowed hard again, opening his legs wider and parting his lips to allow a
pleasure ridden gasp to escape his throat.

�I�ve
never had a guy�s penis in my mouth� I don�t know what I�m doing�� Goten said
against Trunks� wide shaft, rubbing his cheek with it as if to soothe both
their ardent needs. He massaged the tight sack that lay beneath his penis, cupping
the balls and squeezing them softly as to not cause any pain. �Tell me Trunks�
tell me if you like this.� He licked the entire length with his whole tongue,
sucking the tip noisily and pulling the foreskin down as south as it�d go.

�Ohh�� He said, while his lungs deflated. Sex with a boy�
the last sin. �Yes...� He kept gasping as he raised his head to finally look down
his torso at Goten, beautiful dark locks surrounding the pearlescent skin as he
devoured him to the hilt. He didn�t look like an expert, like the girls who�d
swallowed him before. No, he looked like what he was, a first timer, yes, the
first time he�d ever experienced what it was to suck off some guy�s penis. But
he looked pretty, very pretty, savoring like he was tasting candy, licking with
a playful wide tongue. �Hmm� Go-chan� He grinned,
eyeing his friend with a wicked grin. �You cocksucker.�

Goten
laughed, glad for the comic relief only someone like Trunks could provide. He
could always rely on him to make him feel good about himself, to make him go
places he�d never go otherwise. He was freedom and abandonment, adrenaline and
color. And feeling gooood, even when he pushed the
boundaries and crossed them with room to spare. Even when he
was being a bad boy.

�Uhm.� Goten knelt
and looked at his friend�s groin with puzzlement. He was at a loss of what to
do next and he also looked very vulnerable, kneeling there stark naked. Drugs
still swirled in Trunks blood, giving him the boldness to act upon sweet
instinct. �Come here� little cat�� Trunks said, kneeling down in front of his friend
and allowing his lips to hover in close proximity to his. �Let me see what I
taste like��

God,
even Goten blushed. He couldn�t believe the extent of Trunk�s perverseness at
times nor he could understand how light and dark got along so well in the
embodiment of both. They weren�t supposed to be this close, being as different
as day and night, and yet, it was as if the world spun perfectly well when they
were in the same room. It was as if he shared a bit about that wickedness that
made him who he was and mixed it with his own more innocent essence creating
this sort of bittersweet mesh of treachery. It had always been that way, the partners
in crime, the friends, and now� this moment, right now, this second, lovers?

�Hmmm�
Trunks slid his tongue against Goten�s lips, tasting the flavor of his shaft on
his curvy mouth. �It tastes damn good I gotta say Go-chan. You must have enjoyed it.� He said chuckling,
beginning to run a blazing digit down the other boy�s spine until he reached
his tailbone and stopped there. His tongue insisted on playing, gliding
feverishly along Goten�s lips, wetting them with the sugary taste of passion hot
saliva. �Come on�� He coaxed, pushing his tongue past Goten�s teeth and
tempting the other one to come out so they could slide sensually together. And
the rough and soft portions of both organs rubbed against each other, making
both experience the taste of male for the first time. Goten moaned, heart
pumping and blood rushing violently to engorge him between the thighs. He
suspended his hands to the air, fingers slightly trembling as he couldn�t
figure out to do with them. His mouth was latching unto Trunks, drinking bouts
of hot liquid from it, throat moving with the effort.

It
was so fucking good, thought Trunks, and comfortable too, now at least, now
that the first barriers were being torn down. While the lips tangled with
incessant moisture, making sucking noises, both breathed fiercely through their
nose, Trunk�s finger wandering down to test that forbidden region between
Goten�s tensed up buttcheeks. And it snuck between
them, rubbing temptingly so the other boy loosened up a bit.

�Do
you want this? You are way too tense�� Trunks said playfully, as if this was
another one of his well known mischievous acts. The words were heated, issued
between labored breaths and playful nips and sucks to the lips. Goten�s head
was spinning, delving in a nightmare of yes and no, and yet knowing the dice
had already been thrown. He knew� he knew he wanted his part in this one as well;
he liked the dangerous places he took him with him. He wanted that finger
inside and so he nodded against Trunks cheek, kissing that perfectly sculpted
jaw and that imposing throat of his.

He
nuzzled the lilac hair. �Uhum��

That
was all the cue Trunks needed and in a swift graceful motion, with a rather wicked
gleam in his eye, he positioned himself behind the younger boy, running that hot
finger along the middle of his still very tense cheeks. God his brains were
scrambled, suffering the unnerving reaction of the drug�s repercussions, that
and having to deal with the virile scent of the other Saiyan. He pushed Goten�s
back down gently so the boy would bend over and he thought he was able to hear
the other boy�s heart thudding against his diaphragm.

�Goten,
what the hell, if you�re like this right now, how are you gonna
be when we� well you know, haha.� He laughed,
brushing lavender hair away from his forehead. �Come on� come on chibi�� He coaxed between his teeth, straining through the
sexual tension of his muscles. The finger found the tight opening and tickled
him, asking for permission to delve in.

Goten,
who was doubled over, clenching his eyes and gasping with parted lips, grabbed
the blades of grass and tore them with his fists. �Just� just push.�

�Push? Like this�?� Trunks
smirked, allowing his middle finger inside the incredibly tight crevice, but
only a little. ��like this or more?�

�Aha�
yah� more�.� The raven eyed youth panted, wrinkling his nose at the discomfort
and pain of Trunks finger as it penetrated him from behind and wiggled in the
process. What a bastard� but it felt good though. Why was it
Trunks� acts of perversion always felt so sinfully nice.

�Mmkay, here goes�� Trunks breathed, voice trembling
in pleasure. Goten clenched his teeth until he thought he�d chip a molar as the
other boy moved the finger inside out, in� and out. That strange invasion lit
his skin on fire, a wild fever erupting like a rash through his entire body and
he rasped a long growl until he thought his vocal chords would tear up.

Trunks�
face was frozen in an expression that was morbid and lecherous, eyes wide and
mouth grinning as the saliva gathered under his tongue. �You like it Goten?� He
breathed, wiggling that finger inside out as he prodded such a tight little
virgin asshole.

�Oh
God� God, yeah.� Goten whispered, beginning to stroke himself to relieve the pressure of his balls.

Trunks
leaned forward and Goten raised his torso turning his face around to seek the
other boy�s mouth with his tongue, and so they both licked in unbridled
passion. The black-haired youth still fucked himself on Trunks� finger. Their
mouths met, tongues colliding and rubbing together like two wild things that
had acquired a life of their own. It was that moment of sheer lustful insanity humans experience, or in this case half-humans, as they went
way past the boundaries of keen judgment and reason. The one little rush we all
desperately seek, a plateau of wicked sensation that bolts up and down the
veins until it issues its tentacles over sanity. And so the boys ceased
thinking and begun feeling, savoring their manliness to the extreme in a kiss
that spoke about nothing but raw sexual need.

Trunks
grinned, unveiling perfect teeth that looked like pearls, allowing Goten to
trace his tongue on them. �So it�s good?�

Goten
grunted a response, almost feeling like something in his chest was about to
explode. He stroked and stroked himself, feeling the eruption near.

�Yes�
ah?� Trunks said, voice heavily clung with need and
desire. �Then let�s move into the tent.�

--------

One
could say the short little trip to the tent progressed as a blur, as they moved
across that lone patch of woods that was now a playground for pleasure and
pain. Both of them were still ready and needy as they sunk their knees on the
mattresses, drying their bodies with towels and not quite ridding the heated
skin from the entirety of its moisture.

Trunks
rubbed the towel over his crotch gently, patting dry as much as he could, eyes
still glazed from the recent high of the coke. He couldn�t stop his skin from
trembling at the prospect of such perversion, that last forbidden boundary he hadn�t
crossed before or even thought of crossing until tonight. Yet he�d always
thought sex was better than drugs anyway and this was definitely proving that
well pondered point with room to spare.

Goten
towel dried his hair, rubbing it frantically and throwing the furry piece of
cloth to the side. He saw Trunks patting his powerful thighs and noticed
something shine in the other boy�s wrist. It was a bracelet, nothing new, after
all Trunks wore all sorts of rocker accessories as adornments, with that flashy
sense of style he had about himself. Yet he�d never seen that one until today,
amid the several black leather bands around his wrist. This one gleamed with
the distinct shine of a rare black stone they�d stumbled upon once while
trekking over the mountains surrounding Mt. Paoz.
It had been pierced and threaded through two black chords that were tied around
that beautiful wrist of his, and Goten frowned still smiling all the while.

�So
you kept it?� He said, eying the band curiously.

�Huh?�
Trunks replied absently, running the towel all the day from the middle of his
thighs to his neck, the already erected penis moving slightly up and down with
the motion. �Sure, whatever.�

�You
could have thrown it away you know. But I suppose you like keeping shit I give
you?� Goten smirked playfully already beginning to clear the covers off the
mattress and sliding down to place his forearms against it. �What a fairy�.

�Shut
up Goten.� Trunks said, slightly flustered, and throwing the towel against his
face. Goten�s eyebrows inclined into a slight scowl and he pouted like a little
boy. �Yeah it�s your favorite phrase alright, when you don�t really know what
to say.�

Trunks
knelt there, looking at Goten�s lean muscles as he also knelt but in all fours
waiting for what was sure to come. He was a country boy, yeah, but he sure was pretty,
gosh, so much creamy skin, so much power encased in those limbs, that smooth
back and those tight buttcheeks. He began stroking
himself� licking his upper lip very slowly as his wrist moved expertly. He
gripped, pressing the tip between skillful fingers and squeezing to prep
himself for the scorching hotness tightness to come.

�Go-chan, I just don�t wanna
fuckin talk right now��

�Oh,
and just what is it you wanna do Ouji-sama?�

Ah,
the prince card. How sweet of his chibi to provide
him with such an ego boost. Yeah, bow down before your prince, and take him all
the way in, he�d say. Mmm� sure, could very well play
that little skit. �Oh I dunno, soldier, got anything
for me�?�

Goten
blushed and averted his eyes, grinning in embarrassment. �Hmmm.�
He moaned, rubbing his cheek against the softness of the mattress.

�Well,
as long as the cat�s outta the bag�. Trunks said,
laughing to cushion the impact of what was going to transpire. He moved closer,
all the while kneeling until he was directly behind the other boy, inhaling the
heat that was slowly seeping into their private little world. It was sweltering
at this point, the humidity of the place, of the weather, coating their muscles.

�Come
here� Said Trunks, grabbing Goten�s chin and making him turn his torso until
they were face to face. And they kissed each other, Trunks licking and biting and
all the while feeling like a nasty motherfucker. Oh yah, wonder what Tealton�s finest, proudest professors would think if they
knew one of their �respectable� members liked getting stoned and fucking other
boys in the middle of the night. Take that.

Goten
whined in pleasure, sucking Trunks� lips as hard as possible, not quite ready for
what was coming but still eager nevertheless. And then� then the powerful
muscles in his stomach clenched as he heard Trunks utter his ominous
instruction. �Breath in, Go-chan� okay?
Deep breath.�

He
was placing his thick penis on the entrance of the boy�s tight rim, adjusting
it so he felt able to push it deeper.

�Wait��
Goten, whispered, turning around hastily to grab Trunks� enlarged member. He
leaned over letting his humid breath over the tip, but more importantly letting
a large amount of saliva drip over it, enough to lubricate it�s nice round,
smoothness and coat it slowly down the entire length. He then turned around and
repositioned himself over the covers, kneeling and bracing his weight on his palms.

Trunks,
only smiled, delighted with how resourceful he was. �Kay�Hmm� He placed the tip
of his penis, inserting it into the biting tightness of Goten�s hidden little
hole. �Goten� stroke again, relax.� He coached, and the younger boy did so,
moving a hand to tighten around his own erection and massage it slowly. He took
in a huge amount of air as he felt such hard thickness stretching him little by
little, pangs of pleasure and pain spreading over his entire back.

�Deeper?�

Goten,
inhaled between his teeth, half of Trunk�s cock already inside. �Ah� I
don�t�wait.� Trunks grabbed the other boy�s hips, dying for the possibility of
full penetration yet waiting to be allowed all the way in. �C� come on baby
boy�come on..� He whispered. �Just a tad more.�

Goten,
arched his back, stroking faster to allow the good feeling override the pain.
And just like that he got comfortable� his sphincters loosening enough for the
other one�s intrusion. �Shhh� Trunks eased, driving
his penis inside until there was no more to insert. Goten groaned and whimpered
against the covers, his pain riddled cries muffled as Trunks began moving
within, pistoning and busting the virginity out of
his gloriously tight bottom.

Goten
buried his face on the mattress. The pain, God, it was overwhelming, but it was
the pleasure that brought tears to his eyes, stinging them so badly they felt like
they were covered in acid.

The
growls, the moans, tearing from his throat as he cried like a little boy,
sobbing, moved Trunks to the brink of near guilt, except pleasure was keeping
him hostage and so he didn�t give a damn. So what? Chibi
could take it. He was Saiyan after all; let him sniffle against the covers. The
way Goten curled his toes could only mean he also liked it. �Am, baby boy,
you�re tight.� Laughed Trunks �And this is far better than training, we should
have fucked instead of fight all those times.�

Goten
groaned and kept crying against the mattress, sweat gathering on his chest and on
his back, and on every single inch of the skin that rubbed against Trunks. �I�m
gonna cum.� Stated the perpetrator, as he moved his
penis faster, burying it until he felt he wanted to sneak his balls inside too.
Oh well, who could blame him, so he was a bit experimental, so what, it was
only Go-chan. It was perfectly okay, and he didn�t
want any single inch of remorse to take anything away from how pleasurable it
was going to be to ejaculate inside him. Trunks leaned over, placing a palm on
the boy�s shoulder and raising a leg so he was kneeling on one knee as he banged
away, looking at his friend wince against the blankets and bite into them.

It
wasn�t good, it was great� thought Goten, every single movement making him feel
as a queer fuck and not caring anymore. All he wanted was that evil feeling
over and over again as it pressed in anal bliss, teasing his insides like it
was going to tear him in half.

��Lay flat, belly down�� Trunks said between
heavy panting and Goten agreed, and so Trunks came down with him, palms against
the blankets as he moved his hips up and down, buttocks tensing over and over
again as he enjoyed his ride.

�M�more.� Goten�s heart felt like
it was beating so strongly it would leap out of his mouth. Oh Kami, sweet Kami, what the fuck
was he doing. Oh fuck, he was about to come.

Trunks
could feel it, he could hear Goten�s strained whine slowly increasing in volume
as he moved on top of him. �Gods, yes sure, come for me baby boy,
I wanna see you before I do.�

I
suppose the sight was just sinfully wicked, the kind of thing that would make
their parents stare agape in sheer horror. Goten laying belly down with Trunks
on top, the latter moving in ecstasy, legs sprawled, gasping and panting. The
boy underneath crying and growling and then�

Then
coming against the mattress� �I DID� He screamed, followed by a heart stopping
cry of unadulterated pleasure, eyes clenched shut.

Trunks
hair kept flying into his eyes with every thrust �o�okay... augh�
He whined repeatedly, again and again grabbing handfuls of the blankets as he
felt that all too familiar sensation of sperm about to just squirt away in the
sweet release of an orgasm. And when it happened, when he let go of the hot
semen into that searing crevice he laughed, like he had just gotten away with
something sinful and no one had found out, laughed against the dampness of
Goten�s nape, all the while convulsing on top of him. Whenever he came he came
hard, and goddamit the shivers took forever until
they stopped making his muscles twitch and spasm. He relished this feeling,
this overindulgent sensation of pure naughtiness. He�d chosen this a million
times over going to school or working on a blasted research paper. This was too
good. Why didn�t people have sex every single moment of the day again? he
thought absently. It was the best thing out of life. Goten could only quiver
with the last muscle contractions of the most incredible climax he�d ever experienced.
Okay, granted he hadn�t experienced many but this shit was making him dizzy.

Trunks
slid down, breathing raggedly, and lying on his back over the rumpled covers. That�s
when he heard the soft sound of rain pouring over the tent, refreshing the
atmosphere around them and bringing forth that smell he adored so much, that
one of wet dirt. He massaged his penis smoothly, feeling a certain soreness
creeping over it and rendering it extremely sensitive. But it was good, it was
all good tonight. At least that�s what he thought in those scarce moments of
bliss that follow what he loved to call the petit mort, the little death
found in such a wonderful climactic moment of life.

And
then slowly but surely he came to his senses and realized Goten still didn�t
face him. He just lay there sprawled on top of the covers facing the other
direction. Oh man, now he�d done it. Did he step a bit too far with this one?
Was this the one thing his Goten wouldn�t be able to recover from? Shit, what
if they were done forever. A sudden icy feeling of utter doom sunk into his
blood as he listened to the sound of thunder in the distance. Yeah, and this
one was irreparable. The boy would break down and have some sort of commotion
and he was gonna be fuckin
responsible.

WHAT
IF HE TOLD EVERYONE? Oh dammit, dammit.
He was over. What the hell had he been thinking? That coke was strong shit.

And
then� suddenly and unexpectedly Goten turned his face to look at him between
heavy lids, straining to focus his eyes behind a drowsy expression. Trunks
Vegeta Briefs, son of the meanest motherfucker in the face of the universe and
the bitchiest, cattiest bombshell of a woman ever to grace Chikyuu,
heir to the legacy of a million alien warriors and the most profitable business
in the planet trembled like a leaf that very moment. Oh that moment he felt
like nothing, genuinely wincing, eyes narrowing to slits at the prospect of whatever
Goten was about to say. He was probably gonna start
yelling. He would run away, shrieking and freaking out and all the while
blaming him. He would hate him, truly hate him for crossing boundaries he
probably regretted crossing. And yeah, he�d be alone again, like a dog, not a prince.
He�d be alone with his stupid addictions and his incompetence. He�d be without
him.

Terrifying
seconds crept by, each one lengthening his mortifying fears, and then slowly
but surely, as Trunks cringed in that pathetic little corner of his mind, came
the sound of Goten�s humming. Cchhh chhh chh and
humming. He� he was� he was humming? Seriously?

The
younger boy closed his eyes and kept mimicking the sounds of drums and cymbals,
of guitars and bass, his leg moving to the beat he himself was producing. A
tiny smile tugged at the corner of his sweet lips, and Trunks never thought
he�d looked more beautiful than that very moment, eyes closed, hair mussed, lying belly down like the most perfect living breathing
painting to have ever been created.

His
lilac eyebrows quivered as he looked at him from the corner of his eyes, not
sure if he had just completely lost reason or what the hell was happening to
him. Poor thing. Was he about to foam from the mouth.
How many years of prison would he have to do over this? Were there charges for
breaking someone and pushing them to insanity? Those were the questions he
pondered, yet Chikyuu laws had to be the least of his
concerns anyway. He trembled acknowledging he had his father to deal with. Who
the hell needed anything more terrifying?

And
Goten kept going, the little smile widening across his face. �Have you heard
that new song by Demon Criminals? The one that features that guy from that
other band you like so much� which one was it again? I keep forgetting.�

�Huh...?
oh, yeah, The Dungeon?�

�Yeah�
yeah that one�: Goten said, grinning to himself. �It�s good, I saw the clip on
TV today, I wish I could play the guitar like that guy. You gotta
get the single, I heard it�s coming out next week. And
burn me a copy while at it, or get me one too, whatever.�

Trunks
eyes widened, as he regarded the other boy with curiosity. His eyes quivered
slightly, but he felt� well he felt the need to respond like he should. �Demon
Criminals is shit Goten, why do you insist on putting your ears through that
crap. I�ll lend you a copy of Dungeon�s latest album.�

�Well,
you dork, that�s why I told you to get that single, cause it features that guy
from that band and I heard they worked on this song together, I think it�s both
our taste. It�s called Naked Blues or something like that. You�d be a moron not
to get it.� Goten said, looking at him through wide open eyes. He was so
annoying sometimes, like he knew it all.

�Meh, you�re the moron.�

�You
are� Goten said, behind a smile that was sweet in its homecoming and beautiful
like a work of art.

Trunks
moved to lie on his side, flicking Goten�s nose with his fingers playfully.
�Shut up Go-chan.�

�Oh
yeah, that�s brilliant Trunks. Can you say anything else? And stop flicking me.�
Trunks laughed delightedly, feeling completely okay in this world again, never
alone, never, only because he�d be there. And even if this weren�t to happen again
they�d come together in a way nothing would ever erase. He was his, and vice
versa, and death was not an option, nor was giving up. Someone accepted him
with his flaws and mistakes; someone wanted to see him through this period,
this rough place he was in where he was trying to find himself. He saw pure
unadulterated love, the kind that spans lifetimes in the midnight pools that
were his eyes, and more than that, he saw companionship and memories and a
world that was their own. He was part of something, and it was sweet and it was
beautiful. And it was Goten.

�Go-chan, I�m tired, turn that lantern off.� Trunks whispered
against his friend�s, (his lovers?) soft black locks before kissing his head
and lying on his back again. �We gotta go back to West City
tomorrow and that stupid midterm exam still looms in the horizon.�

Goten,
grunted, stretching his arm to turn the light off, all of a sudden letting
darkness and the sound of the outdoor soft drizzle envelope them completely.
�And how do you think you�ll do Trunks.� Said the boy, coming closer to cuddle
next to his partner and let their powerful arms and legs tangle together in a
cozy embrace.

Trunks
breathed in the soft scent of Goten�s skin. Yes it smelled as it always did,
fresh and clean as the breeze of the ocean, and he ran a hand up his back,
burying his fingers in the satin tresses of his hair. He massaged his scalp,
lulling him to sleep and allowing that blanket of oblivion to cover his senses.
Goten could only close his eyes and nuzzle the crook of his neck, covers thrown
loosely over both their bodies as they lay there in secrecy.

�Don�t
worry baby boy.� His lips stretched into a candid smile of life and hope. �I
know I will do well�

I
will do just fine.�

End

A/N:
Feel free to drop a comment. I wonder if you�d like to see a bit more of where
this could go on a possible sequel. I never thought I�d enjoy writing yaoi this much and a lot of it had to do with the support I
got from all you amazing readers. All my love, Caprice.
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