We Read Our Own Porn

Since Goten had found the mysterious manuscript, which he’d reread several times, he could think of nothing else. Besides its obvious consequence, he was obsessed with the question of who could have wrote it. Monday morning saw him pacing in his room, thinking. The story was incredibly close to a scenario he’d drawn himself, and with that thought, he froze. He remembered having quickly stuffed his binder beneath his mattress when his mother brought in his clean laundry Saturday morning. Fuck! It occurred to him that he’d forgotten to put it back in its real hiding place, beneath a floorboard he’d pulled up under the carpet. Quickly he lifted his mattress, feeling for the binder, and was flooded with panic at not finding it. “No, no!” Panic turned to a mix of fear and devastation at the thought of it being stolen. Who even could have? Who’d had access to his room long enough? He’d barely left his room all weekend. The only one who’d been alone in it since… Vegeta. Impossible, his mind rebelled. Clearly he’d only slept, was not the kind of person who idly snooped, and had left empty-handed save the extra sandwiches and snacks he and ChiChi sent for them. Who, then? ‘You’re my OTP,’ the note read. He flipped off the entire mattress, and there it was, faithfully waiting down by the footboard. Immensely relieved, he picked it up and inspected it. Not a thing was out of place; even his notebooks’ color order was intact: blue, red, yellow, green, black. No drawings were torn out, either. He replaced the binder into its secret panel and put his mattress back, feeling foolish. He’d been in a hurry to just get the thing out of sight, so it may well have slid there. Of course, it had occurred to him that the manuscript could well be a sick prank, or a trap. But again, who? He’d never made an enemy in his life, and knew of no one who had a reason to hate him any more than whose OTP they could be. It was the first time he’d even heard of a real life OTP, and either way, it smacked of irony. All logical signs pointed to the least likely, and though Saiyans easily picked up languages, how could he possibly know how to write in such a way? It made no sense, but he was determined to find out. Smiling despite himself, he took a pen and paper from his desk and wrote, Hey mystery writer, Do I get an update? Please?? :D (Who are you?) P.S.: Thank you! ❤ As before, Goten left out his window to the mailbox and slid the folded note under the rock, in the same place where he’d found the story. He paused to raise the little mailbox flag, a system that had never actually been used as far as he could remember, before scampering back inside the same way. Having some time left before lunch, then training, he sat back on his bed with a sigh. Trying to think of anything else was useless, so he didn’t. Though on one hand the thought petrified him, on the other, he wished and hoped it were Vegeta. He was his other half, whether he knew it or not. * As usual after lunchtime, Goten arrived on time at Capsule Corp, that day with a new attitude. He purposely arrived in uniform to save time, to speak with Vegeta aside. “Are you doing better now?” he asked shyly. “Yeah. A day of rest didn’t kill me,” Vegeta replied lightly, drawing a smile from him. “Are you?” His voice had turned serious. Goten looked up, puzzled. “Yeah. Why?” “It wasn’t what I heard.” Vegeta had lowered his voice. “I just prefer quiet now,” Goten replied, “Like you, no?” “Your thoughts make much noise?” Vegeta teased. Goten laughed nervously. “No. They just monopolize things a lot.” He was very much liking Vegeta’s tone of voice, and unconsciously stood closer to him. “But I promise to try harder.” He looked up at him for approval. “I appreciate that.” Vegeta sounded surprised, yet sincere. “Though actually, I was thinking of lightening your schedule. You may just need a break.” “You mean, you would…?” Goten’s eyes were wide, then he paused. “That’s nice of you, but you don’t have to do that,” he said quickly. He looked guiltily at the floor for causing him trouble. “I know I don’t have to,” Vegeta told him loftily, “And I’m not being nice, just looking after you.“ ”‘Cause I’m still a dumb kid?“ Goten’s voice turned dry, and he visibly closed up with a firm step back. “No, I wouldn’t say that,” Vegeta replied in amused irony. He turned to stare out a small round window. “If you must know, I’m also doing so for a few days.” Goten blinked, forgetting his former thought. “Medical advice?” he asked in confusion. “No. Just for some quiet, like you.” Vegeta pulled down the shutter of the small opercule in a clear gesture that meant he didn’t intend to elaborate.  “Oh. Well, Sensei knows best,” Goten acknowledged, but smiled to himself. “Precisely,” Vegeta voiced in a lower tone that sent a shiver down his spine. “Hope I’m not interrupting?” Trunks inquired from the doorway, adjusting his sash. “No,” Vegeta replied simply, “But you took long enough for a lengthy philosophical debate.” “Sorry.” Trunks took his place beside Goten, who was suddenly very intent on a first warm-up. “By the way, his name was Zhuang Zhao, or Zhuangzi in simplified Mandarin, which basically means Master Zhuang,” Vegeta informed Goten, “In the fourth section, chapter 18 of zhìlé, he laments a skull laying along the roadside because it’s dead, to which the skull retorts, ‘How do you know it’s bad to be dead?’ His philosophy is a skepticism of the Tao, that life is limited while knowledge is unlimited.” He casually began his own stretching, leaving the demi Saiyans staring at him. “Okay. Uh… thanks,” Goten replied, whispering to Trunks, “Is he on any medication?” “No,” Trunks muttered back, “And I don’t have any books about that.” “I didn’t think so.” Goten hid his smirk in his extended leg. “Don’t mind me,” Vegeta threw in innocently, “I was just wondering if you could walk the walk of those ancient Chinese-style tabi shoes you always wear.” “Is that a challenge issued to your student?” Goten asked with interest. “It is one,” Vegeta confirmed with a smirk, dropping one of his gloves in front of him. “No favors thrown.” Goten picked it up with a bow. “Soredewa, gambarimasu,” he promised, and tucked the glove into his belt. “You always do your best,” Vegeta replied confidently. Trunks deemed it a bad idea to ask if he could make popcorn, but watched with interest. “In that case, we’ll need an impartial referree,” Vegeta told Trunks, “Can you be impartial?” “Sure,” Trunks agreed, “I’ve read Sun Tzu, but not the Tao Te Ching or anything like that, so it’ll have to be on the honor system for you.” Vegeta nodded and Goten held up a peace sign. Trunks stepped back and declared, “Hajime!” True to his word, Goten kept his mind on Earth and did his best, knowing ‘no favors’ meant no BS. He’d managed to parry his initial attack, but Vegeta was more determined than he’d guessed, and in the first round of sparring, easily pinned Goten to the floor. “Another example of this skepticism is found in Zhuangzi’s example of two courtesans, Mai Qiang and Lady Li,” Vegeta challenged, lightly brushing back a lock of Goten’s hair, “'Men claimed them to be beautiful, but if fish saw them, they would be frightened and dive to the bottom of the stream; if birds saw them, they would fly away, and if deer saw them, they would break into a run. Of these four, who knows how to fix the standard of beauty in the world’? Do you have an answer to that?“ Smugly he released the demi Saiyan. Goten saw his own fault, as Vegeta had guessed he would not deliver any attack to the head. “I’ll think fast.” Their next round began, making Goten break a sweat, determined not to be distracted, and lasted longer than he had in a long time. Perhaps it was that, or his feinted kick to the head that threw Vegeta off, as the next thing he knew, he found himself pinned down firmly by the demi Saiyan. “Not so fast,” Vegeta warned, “Do you have my answer?” ”Of course,“ Goten replied courteously to his earlier question, “The subjectivism of that can be balanced by the famous section of yúzhiilé, The Happiness of the Fish. ‘Zhuangzi and Huizi were strolling along the dam of the Hao Waterfall, when Zhuangzi said, ‘See how these minnows dart about and play, going where they please. That’s what fish enjoy.’ Huizi said, ‘But you’re not a fish - how do you know what fish enjoy?’ Zhuangzi said, ‘You’re not me, so how do you know I don’t know what fish enjoy?’ Huizi said, ‘I’m not you, so I certainly don’t know what you know. On the other hand, you’re certainly not a fish, so that still proves you don’t know what fish enjoy.’" Goten’s voice turned sultry to conclude, “‘Zhuangzi said, ‘Let’s go back to your original question. You asked me how I know what fish enjoy - so you already knew it when you asked the question. I know it, because I’m standing here on the bridge of the Hao river.’” Goten paused, smiling cleverly. “Am I correct?” “Touché,” Vegeta acknowledged, he himself sweating before Goten loosened his grip. Their next round proved tougher than the previous, obliging both to fight in earnest, and for a longer time before Vegeta became impatient, finally taking Goten down by an attack of questionable fairness. “And on anarchism, Zhuangzi said that ‘the world doesn’t need governing and should not be governed,‘“ Vegeta concluded, “'Because good things happen spontaneously when left alone.‘” He himself added in a hushed tone, “In other words, everything eventually clicks into place. Unless you have an argument to that?” Goten shook his head and tapped the mat in sign of defeat. “No, I have to agree with Zhuangzi,” he admitted with a grin. He stood up slowly, glad that he himself wore loose-fitting pants. The rest of their training picked up as usual. As he’d promised, Vegeta called an end a few hours earlier than usual. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked Goten before he went to change. “What?” Goten asked. “My glove.” Vegeta pointed to his glove, still tucked in the demi’s belt. “No, I’m keeping it,” Goten informed him with a hint of a smile. “I trust you have a good explanation.” It was difficult to tell if Vegeta’s voice was stern or amused. “You gave it to me,” Goten replied, “You issued me a challenge and I survived it, with the right answers. Zhuangzi would agree, also that I use my right hand more, so the left one could get cold.” “It’s summer,” Vegeta pointed out, but conceded, “Alright, you earned it.” Goten smiled and went to change. He wondered why Vegeta did not join them, and when they emerged, he was nowhere to be found. Noting his consternation, Trunks pointed out, “You don’t think you’re being kind of… overprotective?” “No.” Goten sat down casually on the couch with a cold water bottle. Maybe he was a little, but that wasn’t quite the fitting word. They were still laughing over the Zhuang Zhao challenge, and Vegeta did not take long to return, bringing a new bag to the table. “I like these. Help yourselves,” he invited. Goten recognized the bag, from a shop in the town nearest his house. It contained small bags of rice and seaweed chips that were popular in his region. “I could’ve brought some of those on the way, Vegeta-san,” Goten pointed out, watching his face for clues. “I didn’t think of it,” Vegeta brushed off, but gave no ulterior signals. The demis shrugged, not ones to decline a free snack. They talked casually for a time, then Goten glanced at his watch. “Well, you said you want some quiet time” Goten said to Vegeta, standing with his backpack. “You’re quiet.” Vegeta seemed to just realize what he’d said. “Of course.” Goten put on Vegeta’s glove, smiling, then waved with that hand as he left. “What?” Vegeta demanded at Trunks’ openly entertained look. “Nothing at all.” * As soon as he landed in his yard, Goten raced to the mailbox, smiling to see the flag lowered. He checked under the rock, seeing his note had been taken, and replaced with a new one. Anxiously, he read it as he walked back to the house. This time in simply printed letters, it read: Sure, muse. Glad you like it.  (Wouldn’t you like to know…) XX Goten’s smile widened. That was a lot of trouble for a bag of snacks, though it was also true that they were one of Vegeta’s favorites. What he needed now was a plan. * Though it was quite worth it, Vegeta’s quiet time for his new hobby brought many questions from his family. “Everyone else can change their mind like their shirts,” he’d returned flatly, “I change my mind, then I must have head trauma.” For the next few days, training passed as it used to, excepting its shortened length, and both Vegeta and Trunks were glad to see Goten acting like himself again. Every other day, the mailbox flag was raised, his clue under the rock, and a new story chapter was left in a different location. Goten was completely subjugated by the heated story, at the same time plotting to catch the mystery writer. The only constant was the clue, and he realized his error in setting expected traps there. One day, ChiChi complained, “Goten, do you know who keeps playing with the mailbox flag? There’s never anything in it besides our regular mail.” “Dunno,” Goten replied, “Probably just some kids.” Other than that, his mother seemed content, as his situation had improved. He went back to pacing in his room. There had been no story that day, but tomorrow… Think, he prompted himself. The first had been left under the rock, the second in a small windmill not far, the third in the BBQ grill… of course! Earth, Air, Fire… Goten smiled, suspecting that his treasure hunt would be easier on the morrow. The pattern could be a coincidence, but he didn’t believe in coincidence, only synchronicity. Or a false trail. * Goten was up before dawn, most unusual for him on a Saturday morning. He had no idea when his mysterious admirer would strike, but they clearly knew his schedule. Logically, it could most likely wait until he returned from training, and it was in no one’s interest for his mother to find it. To her attention, he wrote a note signaling that he’d already left, which she would find on awakening. He left out the door this time, and snuck out to the mailbox to set another trap, an almost cartoonishly obvious one with a seeming attempt at cleverness. As always, he added a precise mix of heavily peppered spices to repell any unfortunate animals, then flew the short distance to inspect the probable site. Goten added three meaningless ‘clues’ of his own, and slid into a narrow space between two foothills next to the nearby stream that would hide himself as well as his ki, then settled back for a nap. Out here, he could pick up the ki of a mouse if he wished. A person would not stand a chance. There was but a slim chance of it happening so early, so he thought it over again before his catnap. He would simply return after training, and would have to be fast. * A half hour later, Goten was startled from his nap by the presence of a ki, one that was very powerful and very near. Sure that his target was distracted, he peeked over the edge and understood what the lone figure was doing by the small footbridge of the stream - he’d picked up the false clues in the wrong order. Smirking to himself, Goten silently sprung out to make his move. * Trying to figure out the strange code - the first few lines from The Raven - Vegeta had just the time to comprehend that he’d found them in the wrong order when strong arms grabbed him from behind, one hand clamped over his mouth. He flinched in panic, dropping the clues. * “Gotcha, little fish!” Goten declared triumphantly from behind. Vegeta looked as though he might faint from shock, relief, or both, so Goten gently turned him around. “Is that a new chapter for me?” he asked, shyly now.  “Maybe,” Vegeta replied, his dark eyes gleaming, “Do you have a new manga for me?” He could not hold back a smirk at Goten’s priceless expression. Goten nodded, grinning. “You’ll have to come get it.” “That is a great idea.” He flew the short distance with him to the roof of the house. “You know the way.” Goten opened the window and followed Vegeta in, closing it behind them. An awkward moment passed, each of them torn between sudden shyness and desire. Goten placed his hands gingerly on his shoulders. “You know I want all that. But first, I…” His eyes locked with Vegeta’s, and his mind went blank. “…understand,” Vegeta finished. His arms closed around Goten’s waist to pull him close, and their lips connected automatically. It was a far cry from the scenarios they depicted, but their first real kiss caused warm thrills to course through them entirely. Goten squeezed him to hold tightly, sighing when Vegeta did the same. At that moment, that was all he wanted. Sensing it, Vegeta sat on the bed and held him in his lap for a long, soft makeout. “I hoped it was you,” Goten admitted. Despite his hormones in overdrive, Goten’s eyes held an innocence that the Hindus called sattvic, a purity capable of alighting the dark corners of the mind whose eyes he beheld. Strangely, it did not make Vegeta uncomfortable, as there was no judgment or wariness in them, only an understanding he’d never encountered. “I wasn’t going to let anyone read it,” Vegeta told him, feeling his cheeks blush red, “But it was only fair, since yours inspired me.” “How did you even know to find them?” Goten asked, though it ceased to matter as desire-drunken as he was. “It was poking me in the back,” Vegeta replied dryly, “I was just going to move it. I don’t know what made me look.” “Hn.” Goten closed his eyes, liking the way Vegeta played with his hair while he started kissing him again. Vegeta’s head was spinning with desire and bewilderment. He’d never touched hair so soft, and could not remember the last time he’d felt anything like he did now. Had he ever? Goten’s insatiable lust was kicking in, which elated him to no longer need to hide. So was Vegeta’s, he realized. There was still some initial shyness, but now that it had begun, they were not going anywhere. Goten glanced at the new envelope and back at Vegeta, torn between the two. It was not like he had to choose. Noticing, Vegeta smirked. “Yeah, I know. You said you also have an update?” Goten nodded, blushing at his turn. Reluctantly he moved from Vegeta’s lap and opened his secret panel, taking out his yellow notebook to where he’d left off. Laughing now at the irony, they traded, both sprawling facedown on the pillow to eagerly pounce on their updates. “Do you realize we’re reading our own porn?” Vegeta looked puzzled.  “Yes!” Goten slung an arm happily around Vegeta, who returned the gesture, and they dove in. The next half hour was one of silence as each greedily devoured what he deemed to be the other’s work of art. Vegeta smiled secretly to see an upgrade in Goten’s drawings. In the previous ones, which were very explicit, there had been nothing about preparation. He seemed to presume his senpai would know what to do, though Vegeta had not been able to prevent himself from thinking, ouch. He’d made sure to include a detailed passage of it in his story, and he could see the demi Saiyan had caught on. Goten glanced over to see what caught his attention, and hid his face. “Yeah, thanks for clearing that up.” Remembering, he commented dryly, “That happened in a dream, but I thought you were just purposely driving me insane.” “That, too,” Vegeta replied nonchalently, then looked up. “You mean exactly a week ago?” “Yeah.” They exchanged a glance of surprise. “I didn’t know that was possible.” “Me, neither.” Vegeta had given up asking questions, and they went back to their reading. He lightly stroked Goten’s back, both turned on and ready to explode at that point. When they’d finished reading, Goten slipped the notebook and manuscript into the drawer of his nightstand. Their shyness having evaporated, he pounced on his senpai for a heated kiss. Not at all minding being pinned beneath the demi Saiyan, Vegeta’s legs instinctively wrapped around him. Their works expressed their agreement on Vegeta being the dominant of them, only a couple of scenes in Goten’s manga depicting a change of roles, but it hit Vegeta then just how much he appreciated them. Both groaned deliriously at the real friction of their mutual hardness, and Vegeta exclaimed in surprise at the forbidden thrill coursing through him when Goten roughly held down his wrists. “I don’t know about fish,” Goten voiced with a lusty smirk, “But I think you would enjoy this, too. Am I right?” His tongue traced the contour of his ear, feeling him squirm yearningly beneath him. Vegeta nodded mutely, his breathing shortened to halting pants of anticipation. “With you, sure,” he whispered back, “But first…” He flipped Goten over to pin down his wrists in the same way, his tongue slipping meangfully between his lips. The demi Saiyan’s eyes clouded with lust, his back arching encouragingly. His eyes half closed, Vegeta was quite ready to forget everything else, but it occurred to him that he hadn’t planned on this happening just yet. “Wait,” he told him, stopping the demi’s hand when it began to wander South, “Nobody knows I left, even less where I am. What about you?” Those details just then dawned on Goten, who thought fast. “I left a note. When my mom wakes up at about nine, she’ll think I already left. I’ll have to pretend to get back.” He took his phone from his nightstand and clicked ‘mask number’. “You can call them whenever.” He hesitated. “If you’ll stay, I mean.” He looked down, shielding his thoughts. “Of course.” Vegeta lifted his face. “Goten, you’re not just a plaything to me,” he stated seriously. To the many questions in the demi Saiyan’s eyes, he replied, “Don’t fall into the trap of seeing life in black and white like so many do, because it really isn’t.” “I know.” Goten gazed into his eyes, perfectly content to drown in their depths. “That means no worries allowed,” Vegeta specified with a secretive smirk, “‘I have ways of making you forget them entirely,’” he seductively echoed a passage of his latest update. “Show me.” Goten went limp in his embrace, beyond caring that his expression was certainly as slutty as his senpai’s story suggested. Vegeta glanced at his bedside digital clock. “How much time do we have?” Goten also looked back at it. “About three hours.” “Perfect.” He shoved Goten back onto his pillow. “Easy at first, though,” he warned him realistically. “Is that an order?” Goten asked coyly. “Yes, it is,” Vegeta told him with a dark look, “I’m going to take my time with you. Now, undress like you do when you think no one’s looking.” Goten blushed at such implications, but obeyed, shivering with lust at his shamelessly lascivious way of looking at him. Vegeta again shoved him roughly back onto his pillow, surprising him when the heat of four glowing ki rings cinched tightly around his widely spread wrists and ankles. He felt his arousal jerk approvingly at their fantasy becoming real, as well as at his dark eyes that shone with lust. “Did I say you could look at me, little bitch?” Vegeta’s voice was contrastingly soft and smooth before he dealt him a few bitch slaps, making the demi Saiyan groan lustily, shaking his head. Vegeta abruptly forgot it, capturing his lips in a sexy kiss while stroking his hair. His hands and mouth moved slowly down Goten’s body, the inviting contact of his soft, burning skin causing his head to spin. The demi Saiyan had many talents, though being quiet was not one of them. He was punished several times with the slaps he liked, which temporarily silenced him. Vegeta would get only so close to where he so obviously need him before teasingly moving away, making tears of frustration leak from his eyes. “Vegeta, please!” he finally appealed, trembling violently. Vegeta forgave him this time, squeezing his hip understandingly. When Goten swore he could stand no more, Vegeta asked innocently, “Oh, you want something? Why didn’t you just say so?” Goten thought he was going to scream, then felt Vegeta’s warm, soothing tongue lash up the underside of his painful hardness. It took all his efforts to stifle his pleasured sobs, and the fullblooded Saiyan’s knowing tongue instinctively found all the right places. Licks turned to gentle sucking all around the length of his turgid shaft, making Goten’s eyes nearly cross before he screwed them shut, his head thrown back in the midst of pained, relentless ecstasy.  Vegeta was conscient of Goten’s trembling body and inexperience, knowing he should not be pushing him so far yet, but could not get enough of him. His own loins were on fire, his erection strained painfully against his tight spandex, but he’d waited so long for this… His hand clamped over his mouth did little now to stop Goten’s pleading sob, so he engulfed his burning length as much as he could into his mouth, his hand closed around the rest. He was rewarded by a gratefully pleasured moan, and was all too happy to bring the fantasy to life. His perfectly sucking mouth brought his lover closer to the coveted precipise, his only desire being to topple over it. “Yes! Ohmygod, yes!” Goten panted deliriously, pulling hard at the ki rings he knew would only cinch tighter, that being part of it. Almost, almost… But Vegeta chose that moment to slow down, then stop his exquisite manipulations. Goten nearly screamed in frustration, surprised when the ki rings vanished. “Vegeta, you are evil!” he declared reproachfully, still trembling. “Thank you,” Vegeta replied with a confirmative smirk, “Here’s the deal, no cheating - if you suck me good enough, I’ll finish you.” He whispered conspiratorily, “As though I could doubt you,” with a sweet kiss. “You may undress me.” Goten distracted him with a kiss before removing his shirt, then pushed him onto his back at his turn. “Now I really get to,” he exclaimed happily, and Vegeta understood why he’d left his spandex on. For real now, Goten slid down to enlace him around the waist, adoringly brushing his lips over his very obvious erection that now looked painful. Brushing became passionate kissing, and Vegeta approvingly stroked his hair, his eyes shining. He’d had no idea how good that actually felt, but was now purring ecstatically. He relaxed with a sigh, his eyes closed, sighs turning to moans when his spandex and undershorts were removed, the same thing done directly on his burning skin. His eyes opened in confusion when Goten pushed his arms up, suddenly understanding when the heat of the ki rings cinched around his own wrists and ankles. “I didn’t say you could do that!” he exclaimed, but Goten placed a finger over his lips. “I know.” Goten’s voice was strangely reassuring, a startling contrast to the dark gleam in his eyes. “But it feels so much nicer… so much more intense.” An involuntary shudder of lust passed through Vegeta. He did have a maso streak, which he’d only indirectly hinted at. Goten understood, he realized, staring into his depthless black eyes. His eyes closed as Goten returned the same ‘favor’. Except, he realized when Goten had him at his turn reduced to a wanton mass, his groans were ones of approval. Of course, he had more patience and experience, but the demi Saiyan had brought to light a facet he hadn’t known was there, or more likely, dismissed. Though, when Goten had him engulfed in his burning mouth, once he’d pushed him beyond his limit in payback, he brought him to sweet release. In his trembling throes of ecstasy, Vegeta had no idea of what he’d been saying, but he literally saw stars when he came so hard in Goten’s mouth he felt faint, lying relaxed and blissful albeit some residual trembling in his sparkling afterglow. Recovering quickly, he took his place back over Goten. “Do you like it better with or without bondage?” he asked. Surprised to be asked, Goten blushed before admitting, “With.” Vegeta granted his wish, his mouth going back to work. Knowing him to be more sensitive now, Vegeta’s contact was gentler before bringing him to a graceful climax, now seeing an entire glalaxy. Yet, it was not time to rest, and his knowing tongue had him as hard as himself again, and wanting it more than ever before releasing him. Vegeta had just remembered something, looking around in confusion. Guessing, Goten reached into the back of his drawer, and produced a tube of lubricant, amused at Vegeta’s surprise. “Show me,” he invited seductively. “Will you panic if you’re bound?” Vegeta inquired. Having wanted it for so long, Goten shook his head. “I trust you.” “No one ever told me that before,” Vegeta reflected aloud, again looking differently at Goten. A few minutes later, Goten’s wrists were back in ki rings, while Vegeta’s understanding fingers gently stretched him, easily finding his sweet spot. He could tell by his reactions when to withdraw, wait, or continue, until he became accustomed to it. Sooner than he’d thought, his scissoring fingers had him in the throes of blinding ecstasy. He enjoyed watching his face contort with pleasure, drawing it out longer than he should until the demi Saiyan was again pleading for release. “You think you’re ready?” Vegeta asked with a teasing wink. “Vegeta, I swear–!” Goten began, his eyes widening when he felt Vegeta’s well-lubricated length begin to slowly enter him. “Shh.” Vegeta held him reassuringly with one hand while the other guided him in, again watching for the same signals. Again faster than he’d thought, Goten clamored for more, exclaiming in extatic impatience when Vegeta only slowly gave it to him. His sadistic streak demanded no less than Goten sobbing wantonly for more, though his virgin tightness contracting uncontrollably around his throbbing length was driving him insane. Suddenly between heavy, lusty panting, Goten told him, “Unbind me, Vegeta. Please.” His needful expression was earnest, and questioningly, Vegeta did. Goten immediately wrapped his arms and legs tightly around him, and after that, the rest paled. Both climbed the last few inches, trembling, sweating, and each muffling their pleasured cries against the other. “You’re mine, Goten,” Vegeta managed before giving in to his primitive instinct, his sharp teeth sinking into the side of Goten’s neck, and tasting his blood. It was the final notch that sent them both over the edge, shuddering with surprisingly soft groans of release. If anything in existence felt better than that… it could not, they decided, before collapsing in a breathless heap. Neither moved for a long time afterward, understanding well why it was called afterglow.  “You okay?” Vegeta asked when they recovered, their eyes shining. Goten nodded, pulling Vegeta close again. “Gods Vegeta, I…” He was speechless, which spoke more than anything he could say. “I know.” Vegeta brushed a sweaty lock of Goten’s hair from his flushed, angelic face. He was so… well, sweet, though it was not a word he would use, so it remained indescribable to him. Whatever it was about Goten, he knew that he could no longer do without him. * Later, Vegeta could not ignore the yearning that burned within him, and Goten had taken him as well, quenching something he hadn’t known was there, but now demanded fair recognition. Both were ridiculously happy, and having set the alarm, they hid their updates in Goten’s secret panel, showered, made the bed, then left by the window before nine o'clock. Not knowing what else to do, they flew back to Capsule Corp. Vegeta entered first, and Goten knocked a half hour later. Only Trunks was at home, as well as his grandfather, who was busy in the lab.  Goten held up a bag from the snack shop they’d stopped at on the way, dropping it on the table. “I brought snacks,” he told them with a grin. “It’s good you’re here,” Vegeta commented casually to Goten in Trunks’ presence, “I wanted to let you both know, you get today off training. I have something to do.” “Oh. Okay,” Goten replied casually. “Sure,” Trunks replied in a knowing tone, seeming unsurprised. Vegeta and Goten kept an air of usual nonchalence in conversation, as well as a normal, repectful distance. Wanting to ask Vegeta something in discretion, Goten secretly kept a wary eye on Trunks. He’d been giving them strange looks, so perhaps it was better to wait. Goten caught Vegeta’s regard, and he nodded in agreement.  Rolling his eyes at the unnecessary pretenses, Trunks finally said, “Hey, don’t mind me. By the way, nice memoirs, ‘Senpai’.” Goten paled, though put on a blank look, but Vegeta calmly replied, “Thank you. By the way, when I put back your books - your drawing of Android #17 would be cute, if I didn’t have to imagine him able to grow tentacles. And since you like my writing, I’d rephrase your note. A Saiyan prince would never deign to say things like–” He glanced at Goten, who’d raised a curious eyebrow. “Don’t mind me,” he concluded. “I also think his memoirs are awesome,” Goten added with an innocent smile, taking Vegeta’s arm.  As though on cue, a vaguely familiar voice called, “Trunks, have you seen my–” Android 17 appeared, wearing a pair of Trunks’ Capsule Corp issued pyjamas and his own bandana, considerably loosened to match his disheveled hair. 17’s eyes widened, and Trunks looked helplessly from 17 to his father and Goten as a confirmed couple, not knowing which was worse, then covered his face. “Oh gods.” Seeing 17 eyeing Goten with interest, Vegeta slid a possessive arm around him. “He’s mine, Android,” he growled, then glanced at Trunks. “And he’s just my son.” “I know,” 17 replied calmly, asking Goten, “Is it true you’re a manga-ka?” “Not exactly,” Goten replied, “Is it true you can grow tentacles?” “No.” 17 glanced at Vegeta’s horrified expression, “But your partner’s face is making me wish I could.” Trunks elbowed his side, and the strange group looked uneasily at one another. “Stalemate?” Goten asked with a nervous grin, met by three grudgingly unanimous nods. “For better or worse,” 17 replied, muttering to Trunks, “I told you we should’ve gone to my place.” Vegeta and Goten exchanged a glance with a nod. “Your place,” Vegeta agreed. * TBC in Chapter 4…