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Cross-Eyed	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4071 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Slash. Au
(Very, Very AU) Probably humor.
Definitely sex. In fact the
title is a reference to sex.

Note: If you
haven�t read Hormone Therapy (YOU SHOULD HAVE) then this might be a bit
confusing for you. It would be in your
best interest to go read it.

& Of course:

I
don�t own DBZ, or all of my deranged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.

~~~~**

Vegeta
snorted when his brother stepped outside.
He would have laughed, but that would have been very rude. And he had been in the same situation before
and Goten had not laughed. Nothing like
providing a little pleasure for your partner and finding out that they weren�t
interested in the return. Nothing like
unfulfilled sexual desire to make for a good fight. Especially since he was already pissed off. �What happened?� he asked, �Little wannabe
not want you in his ass?�

Goten
shook his head and glared at his twin.
�He offered very little objection.
Unfortunately, he also fell asleep.�

�Well,
don�t be such a boring fuck.�

�I
don�t remember this conversation being about you, Vegeta.�

Oh. Cute.
Not quite the dig he was expecting which meant they were to the serious
part of the evening where they all sat around the camp fire, sang their little
boy scout song and talked about their special feelings. Puke.
No thank you. But he knew that
it was coming anyway, and he braced himself against it. Just in case the conversation didn�t get
turned around to fighting.

�What�s
crawling up your ass?� Goten asked. He
tried to stand casually, but with his little problem there, casual was made
difficult.

Vegeta
thought he should just hit his brother so they could fight and Goten would get
over his sexual-frustration problem a lot faster. But starting a fight too earn thn the conversation generally
ended with him beating his brother into the ground somewhere, feeling like an
ass because he realized too late that Goten refused to fight back more than he
had to. And Vegeta was fairly certain
there wasn�t a supply of senzu beans lying around. �I�ve already told you ten thousand times that I don�t like you
trying to screw the wannabe.�

�Whatever,�
Goten snorted, �I wasn�t born yesterday.
I�m not stupid and I have known you your whole life save those thirty
minutes you were born before me.

�Boo-hoo. I�m crying.�

Vegeta
wanted to hit him. Wanted it so bad he
could feel his own nails dig into his skin, and certainly hitting Goten was
completely justified, because that was why they did this provoking thing all
the time anyway. But he didn�t. Because he had more control than t And he hated it.

�Look,�
Goten said, �I�m sorry. But I think,
since we can help him we should. The
faster we finish this, the faster we can leave.�

�We?�

Goten
gave him that look that screamed �yeah, you damn moron what else did you expect
me to say?!� and then he said, �Sure. I
like Trunks, and I�ll try to convince him to come with us, but you�ve been my
brother fore Veg Vegeta.�

Hn. Good enough to hear, but Goten wasn�t done
with Trunks yet. Time alone would tell
if words were truth. So he decided he
could be patient, do what he knew�all along�that he should probably have done
the first time they showed up here. The
punched Goten, not hard enough to even hurt, but because it was their
thing. Received his punch in return,
and then turned back to look out over the darkness.

�Are
you ready for this?� Goten asked him.
Seriousness in his voice, and Vegeta knew, without even looking at his
brother, that he was frowning, his eyes were dark, and he was more like their
mother that moment than he ever managed to be at any time in his life.

�To
kill those fuckers? Absolutely.�

~~~~***

Trunks
was in the shower. Hot water, burning his
skin, trying to forget what it felt like to have someone touching him. Because that had just been a last night
thing, he was sure. Yeah, Goten hadn�t
gotten anything out of the bargain, but he probably realized that Trunks wasn�t
going to be worth the effort needed to get him ready. So he decided it wasn�t worth it. Left him alone in his bed�had the decency to cover him up, but
left him none the less. And that was
fine, because Trunks needed to save his attention for those stupid
androids.

That
was until the shower door slid open and a certain black-haired imp stepped
in. If not for the teeth-shaped scar on
his upper arm, Trunks wouldn�t have known it was Goten. But Vegeta�s bite scar was on his hand, not
his arm, and that meant that Mr. �I want to fuck you� was in his shower. Smiling at him.

�There
is another bathroom,� Trunks said. He
picked up the shampoo, was tempted to turn his back to the boy, but remembered
that Goten would probably like that much more and resolutely stayed with his back
to the shower head.

�Vegeta
was using it.� Grin. �I accidentally rubbed his face in a mud
puddle. So I had to come here.� Goten moved closer, too close for comfort
really, and he leaned, Trunks leaned back, out of the way, thought he looked
pretty stupid, and Goten laughed at him.
�Just getting the shampoo.� They
straightened, Goten squeezed out enough to wash his hair and gave Trunks a
look. �Let me wash your hair.�

�What? Why?�

Those
black eyes rolled. �Look, I�m not
proposiing ing you�yet�I just want to wash your hair. No funny business, no hands or dick anywhere inappropriate, I
swear.�

He
didn�t trust him. But he shrugged,
didn�t move when hands�that weren�t his own�started to run through his hair,
massaged his scalp. The hand that was still slippery from the shampoo he had
originally gotten to was his own hair.
Goten�s hand tightened around his and he groaned.

�Hn,�
the voice said into his ear, �I guess not.�

Then,
the dual hands moved, tightened, moved again.
Up and down. Simple really. Nothing special. But it was disgustingly wonderful. He felt the erection against his ass, frowned, but didn�t pull
away. Stayed trapped against the
slightly shorter body behind his, with the water against his chest,ky vky voice
in his ear. Not even panting, and yet
Trunks knew he was. Felt his own hips
jerk spastically. Thrusting into the
shampoo-slicked hand. Wondered what
real sex was like if this was just foreplay stuff.

�I
hate this,� Goten confided, �Its so slow.
I can�t stand to do it.� The
hand tightened again, became almost painfully tight. Goten made their hands moved faster, used his other hand to press
against the scar on Trunks� back where there had once been a tail. And speaking of tails, he could feel the
Saiyan�s tail against his thigh, brushing back and forth. �But its okay if you�re just learning.�

Oh. Kami.
Learning! What was the real
thing like? His vision went spotty. He felt his legs start to give out, all his
muscles pushing toward this one goal, and then a dark chuckle in his ear and he
exploded everywhere. Managed to stay
conscious, panting and shaking, but awake.

Goten
held him until he could stand on his own, and then he turned and looked at the
dark-haired one. The imp smiled, licked
his fingers, and then pushed past him so he could get his own hair wet. Said nothing about his own erection. �Are you ready for this fight today?� Was the question, like he hadn�t just given
Trunks a knee-weakening orgasm.

�There
is no ready.� That was the truth. There was no way to be ready to fight those
monsters. Either you showed up, fought
with all your power and got away, or you didn�t. Ready was never a question.
He was never ready to look at those that had killed everything in his
life. But he would damn well do it anyway. Because they deserved to die.
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