Third Wheel

Wow, I got a lot more of a response out of chapter 1 than I was expecting. I kind of hope I don’t end up disappointing everyone…but then, as long as no one's expecting a plot to develop or anything, so we should be good.

If any of the sentences here are strange, it’s because I’m avoiding a certain grammar issue.


Oh, and I get to respond to reviews. Cool, I’ve never done that before.

quatreofdoom: Thanks! Kind of what I was aiming for, there.

Isis: Haha, I kind of…totally forgot about that whole ‘energy’ thing…even though I wrote the opening of this chapter at the same time, and talk about it there…so, I yeah. I went back and wrote an excuse into this chapter, lol. Glad to have your interest! And thanks for keeping it on the DL; I personally always read the reviews first.

Yuurei: Thanks! I will endeavour to do just that.

Veronica: Hm, I can’t think of anything to say that I haven’t already told you, so just another ‘thanks!” I suppose. Incidentally, that’s one of my favourite words. Somehow, not one that comes up often, strangely enough XD.
As for the other thing…stay tuned…

Lunamaru: Lol, glad you liked. I trust you won’t be disappointed by the rest, then. Mostly because…not much plot going on here, let’s just say.


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Third Wheel Chapter 2: His Punishment
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There was a moment when the whole world seemed surreal. There was Trunks, standing outside the window, staring wordlessly, when he was supposed to be lying postcoital in Gohan’s bed.

Instead, it was Goten, his eleven-year-old brother, whom he had just fucked senseless. Nothing made sense here.

Trunks turned and ran, lifting into the air and quickly vanishing.

“Crap.” He would sort it out later. After one quick glance back at Goten, who was still lying in the bed, stunned half-catatonic after what he had received, Gohan followed Trunks into the rain.

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He found him easily, of course. There was nowhere in the whole world where that boy could hide from him. Not mad like he was, spewing energy all over the place. But even calm, Trunks would never be able to hide from him. Gohan would never lose him.

He had not gone home, but rather had retreated into the mountains almost clear on the other side of the country. Gohan landed at the entrance to a wide cave, not making any effort to hide himself, either.

His lover was sitting just inside, staring at the wall. He made no movement and gave no acknowledgement that he was anything but alone. Gohan sat beside the boy, within hitting distance if not actually touching.

Water dripped from the top of the cave all over the place, mixing with the rain outside to splatter nature’s melody all over the silence. “I thought he was you.”

Nothing, for a time, and then a snort. “That’s the best you can do? ‘Oh, gee, somehow I got my boyfriend mixed up with my little brother.’ Give me a break.”

“I-“

“Goten?” Trunks demanded. “Really? It’s not bad enough that you do it with someone else, it has to be him? My best friend? Your damn brother?” His voice altered throughout the mini tirade, rising from a drab monotone to a strangled shout.

“Trunks…”

“What, I’m just not good enough anymore?” He demanded, sounding truly mad now, rising to better vent his fury. “You’re bored with me, you need more variety? You coulda fucking said something, you know!”

“It was dark!” Gohan shouted. “He was wet. I was expecting him to be you. So I thought he was you. I’m sorry.”

“That’s not good enough. Are you really trying to tell me that he didn’t say anything, do anything, to give you a hint that it wasn’t me? Not one little thing that made you think ‘hm, this isn’t right, maybe I should turn on a light?’ Like, you couldn’t at least tell that his energy wasn’t the same as mine?”

“No. I don’t know, maybe. I was horny, okay? I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I just wanted you really bad.”

“So you took the next best thing.”

“I-“

Suddenly Trunks was on top of him, glaring daggers at the older, and an outstretched palm struck Gohan’s face. “You bastard.” Another slap. “I hate you.”

Gohan could think of nothing else to say. “I love you.”

Slap. “Don’t say that!” He had closed his eyes and was holding back tears, now. “Just don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“No!” Trunks jumped off of him and ran to the other side of the cave.

Gohan rose and crossed the whole five steps to sit beside him again. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Just go away.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

Some more awkward silence permeated the air for a bit while Trunks worked to stop himself from crying. After a time, he said, “I’m really supposed to think that Goten would have been able to pull that off? To be me? During sex? I mean…it’s Goten. He’s so…”

“Naïve.”

“I was gonna say dumb. He probably still has no idea what happened to him.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to that conversation too much. I hope he keeps quiet long enough for me to talk to him. Last thing I need, for him to tell Mom and Dad.”

“So why aren’t you talking to him now?”

“I’m talking to you now.”

“You’re stupid. What good’s havin’ me gonna do if you get killed by your dad?”

“What good’s being alive if I don’t have you?”

“Shut up. I fucking hate you.”

“I love you too.”

Another lapse in conversation followed, and Trunks started picking pebbles up from the ground and tossing them at the wall. “How do you expect me to believe you?”

Gohan shrugged. “Why would I go through all this trouble to lie?”

“’Cause you’re an asshole.”

The older looked sidelong at the younger—and was overcome. Need coursed through him suddenly like fire, burning away everything else. He needed to have this boy. Now. Before Trunks knew what was happening, he was pinned by the shoulders under Gohan, who was staring down at him hotly. “I love you.” Gohan growled. “I love you, you little bastard. Look at me. Am I lying to you right now?”

Trunks looked, raw anger burning on his face. For a long time he looked, until finally he closed his eyes. “No. You’re not. But that doesn’t make it better. You still banged Goten. You don’t just expect me to get over that, do you?”

Gohan kissed him, hard and for a long time. Trunks didn’t protest. “Of course not.” He said when they disengaged.

“Good.” A sudden explosion of energy and lightning fast movement, and Gohan was the one pinned to the ground. “Because you have to make this better somehow.”

“I think I know how to start.” Gohan freed a hand and undid the boy’s sodden belt, reaching his hand inwards for the prize. He rubbed it with two fingers, watching as Trunks grew red.

Trunks let him sit up, the younger in his lap and with his free hand around his back, and the boy reached into Gohan’s pants and grabbed hold of his own hard member, mimicking what was being done to him.

It didn’t take long for Trunks to finish, throwing his head back as he splattered Gohan’s hand with his juice. Panting, he recovered his breath and said, “You idiot. Now my pants are gonna be a mess.”

Gohan barely heard; he was in his own little world that consisted of only that hand and his cock. He was almost there, the release that he needed only seconds away…

The hand being removed felt like having a limb amputated. “Hey!” He couldn’t help himself; it just slipped out. After he refocused his eyes, Gohan oriented on Trunks, who was chewing on a fingernail while watching him impishly.

“I don’t owe you anything, remember?”

Gohan growled something wordless and tackled the boy again, pinning him to the ground.

The little bastard didn’t even seem ruffled. “Hmm… I know a good punishment. How about no sex? Ever. Again.”

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“So have you worked out another way to pay me back yet? ‘Cause I kinda like my idea.” The prick was enjoying this whole thing, now. You give an asshole an inch…

“How about I fuck you into another dimension?”

“Nah, maybe after I don’t hate you anymore. Take off your clothes.”

Gohan blinked at the sudden change of tack, but obeyed, releasing Trunks so he could do the same. “Now sit.” The older did so, up against a conveniently located stalactite. If all Trunks wanted was to order him around…that wouldn’t be too bad. Although, Vegeta’s son had inherited something of his father’s imagination for torture…

The boy in question regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, his erection standing straight up despite cumming just a minute ago, and it occurred to Gohan that his boyfriend was the hottest thing on the planet. His own hardness throbbed with need, leaking like a sieve.

“Okay. So, first…” Trunks dropped to his hands and knees right in front of the older, gingerly grabbing Gohan in one hand and giving and experimental squeeze. Gohan moaned. Just a little bit, he hoped. “Perfect.” And then he slipped his mouth over the tip, blocking out the rest of Gohan’s world.

He was, of course, an expert, and knew just what to do to make Gohan positively scream, writhing under the boy and pounding his hands into the ground, riding the wave of euphoria until…

Nothing. Gohan yelled out in something like pain as the warmth disappeared from the whole world. Or his cock. Same thing, really.

“Gohan…” Trunks purred.

“Wh-what?” He panted. Gohan could only just make himself form that one word.

“I know how you can pay me back now.” There was laughter behind the words. Evil laughter. He trailed a finger lightly up the underside of Gohan’s length, barely touching. “I think you’re gonna be my toy.”

“Okay.” Gohan’s voice was strained to breaking; he didn’t really hear what Trunks said because he couldn’t hear over the feeling of that finger. Just do what he says. Just do what he says until he lets me cum. He’s not that patient. He’s not.

“Now, I’m not allowed to have messy toys; my mom’ll take ‘em away. So we have to be very careful to make sure that you don’t make a mess, ‘kay? Or else I might have to get rid of you, got it?” There was a distinct hardening of the voice at the last two words, punctuated with a rather painful flick of young fingers.

“Got…got it…” Again, most of the mini-monologue fell on deaf ears, but he heard enough to know that he couldn’t expect release anytime soon.

“Good boy.” After a quick kiss on the head of his cock, Trunks stood and was squatting down on his abdomen. “Now let’s play.”

The entry was easy; Trunks must have been preparing himself with his free hand while he had been establishing his new reign as tyrant. Gohan let out something like a sustained hiss from the moment their hips connected, lasting until well after Trunks was fully seated on his lap.

He caught his breath, opening his eyes again. Trunks was sitting there watching him serenely, the slight tightness of his hands on Gohan’s shoulders the only outward hint to what he was sitting on. He graced the older half-Saiyan with an angelic smile and then very deliberately bucked his hips, just once, grinding against Gohan. He waited a dozen heartbeats for the older to recover, then did it again.

And so was set the tone for what Gohan thought would probably end up being the rest of his life. Trunks knew from long experience how to work him; he bring him just almost there, but not quite all the way. Every single painfully long thrust was that close, but just far enough away to make him cry out repeatedly in frustration every time. So many times he almost reached up and just grabbed Trunks, forcing the monster to let him finish, but the threat of no sex ever again was enough to keep him still. Besides, he did have a sense of honour and integrity; and this was his own fault.

But still, that didn’t mean he had to like it. Why exactly did Trunks have to move so slowly? Didn’t he want to cum as well? Surely he must be feeling at least some measure of the same need as he was?

His boyfriend, unfortunately, appeared utterly content to just keep going like that forever. Yet another buck of his hips, accompanied by a quick nip at Gohan’s neck, followed by another interminable pause, were a silent sign that the boy had no intentions of letting up any time soon.

However, it seemed his body hadn’t quite gotten the memo, for he appeared as surprised as Gohan when a sudden warmth splattered the older’s belly. For just a moment, the boy sagged, just sitting where he was. Gohan put an arm around him.

Seconds later, Trunks was on his feet, all fatigue apparently forgotten. “Alright, my turn.”

“I thought that was your turn.” It was so hard not to just reach up and grab himself…

Trunks patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be stupid.” He said benevolently. “Now lay down so I can do you.”

Did he have to be so fucking edible when he said that? Gohan almost came on the spot. Soon. He thought, as he shakily repositioned himself so Trunks could access his behind. Some time soon, I’m going to grab him from behind, I going to take him somewhere away from everything and I’m going to fuck him so hard that he won’t remember his name. Over and over again. Just as soon as…just as soon as he says I can. Fuck, I hope he touches me again soon.

His train of thought was derailed Trunks shoved into him without bothering to prepare. It didn’t really hurt that badly; besides, Gohan could hardly feel anything anyway, since he nearly whited out again, once again on the elevator of ecstasy. Which Trunks proceeded to kick him out of one floor from the top, again. Gohan whimpered.

“Oh, make that noise again, Gohan.” Trunks sounded positively demonic. The older complied as the boy stopped thrusting again—rather than going slowly like last time, he was now moving in and out with some speed, in short bursts, then stopping when he could see he was about to bring Gohan over the edge. The next time he did it, Gohan actually cried out, with the pain of loss.

And so it went on, Trunks pounding him, then pausing, then starting again, running his hands everywhere touching, pinching, rubbing, teasing…

Essentially doing his level best to torture Gohan as horrifically as possible.

Finally, mercifully, Trunks came inside Gohan. The older half-Saiyan reveled in it, since it was likely this was the closest to it he was going to get for a while. It was actually almost like having an orgasm by proxy.

Except that when he came down from it, he was still hard and aching. Trunks had come up and some point and was laying beside him, the boy’s head on his shoulder, eyes closed as though he had fallen asleep. And if that was the case…Gohan lifted a hand slowly and started guiding it towards…

“If you do that, I’m going to be rather disappointed, Gohan.”

Pouting, he let his arm fall again.

“Anyway, while you were laying around not doing anything, I figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” Had he missed part of the conversation? Probably.

Trunks sighed. “How we’re gonna get back at Goten. Duh.”

“Oh.” Right, Goten. Little shit. This was all his fault. “How?”

“Well, firstly, just so you know, the only time you’re allowed to cum from now on is with his help.”

“What? No! Hold on…”

“For as long as I’m still mad.” Trunks finished. Gohan groaned. The boy could hold a grudge fucking forever. “Second,” Vegeta’s spawn continued, “we’re gonna take turns with him.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I figure if you get to screw around with him, it’s only fair that I should too. Then it’s not like cheating.”

“It isn’t?” If only his mind wasn’t all fogged up so he could think clearly… maybe Trunks was too caught up in his explanations to notice if he…

“’Course not.” The boy said, grabbing Gohan’s wandering hand and putting it back on the ground. “Because we have permission, right?”

“I guess?”

“Exactly.” Trunks nodded against Gohan’s shoulder. “So then, you can do what you want with him for the rest of today, then tomorrow’s my turn.”

“Okay.” Something clicked inside Gohan’s head. If he went home, he would get to cum! That was what Trunks had said. He started to sit. “So, I’ll go now, and…”

“Hold it.” His boyfriend still hadn’t moved, but his tone brooked no disagreement.

“What now? Trunks, you just said…”

“After I’m done. You can play with Goten after you’re done playing with me.” Now he sat up, smiling devilishly and straddling Gohan again. “It won’t be any more than a few hours, I promise.”

Hours! As Trunks moved down and started doing something evil with his mouth again, Gohan held onto sanity with one thought only: I’m so going to get you for this, Goten. I hope you liked last night, little brother, because boy, are you in for more of the same…

Just as soon as Trunks says it’s okay for me to leave.

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End chapter 2
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Next chapter: Trunks watches as the first part of his plan unfolds…

Oh, God, that’s two posts in a row with the same pairing. That’s a new one for me. Anyway, Chapter 3 is as close to being finished as makes no nevermind, so hopefully next week. Or the week after. Or a month from now, who the fuck knows?