DoppelGoten, Part I

Goten frowned. "A tesseract? It's an 8-cell cubic prism." He became uneasy, as his mysterious double was sitting too close to him for comfort.

"Yeah, it's also a geometric figure," the Goten double said patiently, "I mean time-space dimensions, like in the book 'A Wrinkle In Time.' Have you read it?"

Goten shook his head, though Trunks had told him about it. "That's science fiction," he scoffed impatiently.

Ignoring him, his double continued, "The fourth dimension is time, and the fifth is a tesseract." Seeing Goten's blank expression, he picked up both ends of his sheet. "If an insect had to walk from one end of this sheet to the other, it would be a long walk for it," he explained, then brought the two ends together. "But if we did this, it could just hop right over. Easier, right?"

"Meaning?"

"That's more or less how I got here," his double concluded, "All of us has a double who exists in a parallel dimension. In mine, Capsule Corp developped a system of interdimensional travel, and of course I wanted to meet my own double."

"Why?" Goten had begun to believe him and no longer saw him as a threat, but his current condition rendered him short tempered. He took the hand-held fan he'd borrowed from his mother from his nightstand and fanned himself vigorously, feeling more sweat drip from his brow.

"Maybe curiosity..." Now Goten could tell what made his double's voice different from his. He sounded more confident and sure of himself, more at ease. "...Or maybe I'm a little narcissistic." His muscular arm slid smoothly around Goten's shoulder. "Why shouldn't I be?" he voiced into his ear, drawing from him an involuntary shiver.

"If you knew the state I'm in right now, you wouldn't do that," Goten warned, his pulse racing nonetheless.

"You mean your 'Saiyan Flu'?" His double smiled seductively. "That's okay, I have mine now, too." He paused. "What I don't get is why you're avoiding the one you should be after like a bloodhound. You know, he's not gonna be happy that you're not there, and I know what I'm talking about." His fingers traced the muscular curves of Goten's biceps.

"Wh-why do you say that?" A tremor passed through Goten's form as well as his voice.

His double's smile widened. "In my dimension he's my lover," he confided, "In fact, we're very serious. I know he wants you. It's only a matter of time, and I can help you. But first..." Delicately he lifted Goten's chin. "I want you, Goten. We're the same. Don't tell me you haven't looked in the mirror and wished..." His fingers stroked his cheek so lightly and rhythmically his eyes closed.

"What?" Goten's voice was barely audible, then he felt the sweetest, warmest lips pressed fondly to his own. Goten's shaking arms closed around his mirror image, then felt himself melting as he was pulled fluidly onto the other's lap as their kiss heated up. His most unadmittable fantasy felt so natural, and the thrill that coursed through him caused a helpless moan to escape his throat.

"You know what." Goten felt himself lowered to the bed on his back, sighing with pure bliss to feel the other's weight on him. It truly was himself, Goten realized dimly, though he hadn't realized having harbored such strange fantasies. He knew that in truth he was sexy, but... dear God!

Instinctively the other Goten writhed with him exactly as he liked it. He was dismayed to feel his own body respond identically, his breathing falling in ragged pants. "Stop it." His voice that was meant to sound firm came out as a whine.

Goten felt the sash of his gi being slowly untied, his double giving him a lazy smile. "That's what I wanted to hear, 'Ten."

He does know me, Goten's mind supplied, palpably feeling the last of his willpower evaporate.
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TBC in Chapter 3...