Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
A.
Lets all sing: This is the fic
that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started reading it,
not knowing what it was and they’ll keep reading it forever just because this
is the fic that never ends…
B.
*cough * I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I did DB “GT” would be ‘Group Therapy’ and DBZ would be about
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
C.
This is a CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride. That means for this to make complete sense
you should go read MoP.
D.
Obviously, there will be ‘Saiyan’ ness. That’s (as Vegeta puts it): to include violent fighting, angry
sex and fighting for ‘dominance.’ As
well as LEMONS. Homosexuality (two male
Saiyans boinking (having sex), actually four, because Trunks & Goten get
laid too) Dirty language probably. Unexplained green smirks.
E.
Gohan’s an ass. This might
change (let us all pray it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
“So,”
Goten said, following him into his room, “Were we actually going to talk about
this, or is it going to be one of those things that you avoid?”
What
a question. Too damn bad he had no clue
what the answer to that was going to be.
Avoiding the problem seemed like it was a great idea. He normally stuck his foot in his mouth when
it came to things like this. He just
didn’t know how to say what the hell was in his mind about it and it was better
just to avoid the problem than to face up to the fact that he had no damn clue
what it was inside of him that screamed that he didn’t want to do it that way.
Goten
sat down on the pile of dirty clothes (which was a terrifying prospect) and
glared at him. Not angrily but gave him
that plain stare that told him he was doing that annoying thing he did when he
didn’t like what he was thinking.
WELL
DUH! He was there when he
‘dominated’ Goten after all and while it was more than a little enjoyable for
him he wasn’t so sure it was all that great from the other side. Especially if you were him and you just
couldn’t imagine yourself in that situation and he didn’t know where the hell
this mental block came from. “I…” he
finally managed to say and then shook his head because that was as far as the
thought went.
I like it. But…” he shrugged. Left it at that and got off the pile of dirty clothes, pulled his
shirt off.
“What
is it like?” Trunks asked. Felt blush
rising on his cheeks and hated it because honestly he couldn’t even figure out
how he could blush when there was nothing to be blushing about. Maybe it was because he really did want to know
but he didn’t know that he could.
Goten
flopped on the bed next to him and put his naked arm over his shoulders, looked
at him for a moment and then sighed.
“It’s hard to explain. And any
explanation I give you will probably turn you off the experience. But.
Well, you know, you have to…”
Oh, look at his boyfriend blush at long last. “You have to be at the right angle and then it’s good. Bless the prostate, definitely the second
favorite part of my body.”
“Is
that why you like it on your knees?”
Goten
nodded. “Yeah. It’s good other ways too, its just easiest
that way.” Goten was cute when he
blushed, and he was very warm next to him, and he was suddenly filled with all
sort of conflicting feelings because he didn’t want this dominating thing to be
the first time he every did it that way, he didn’t think he could do it, but he
really—honestly—did want to try it.
“Have
you ever…uh…been on top?”
“Yes,”
Goten said. Left it at that, didn’t go
into any details, which was probably better because he didn’t really like the
knowledge that there were others before him that were with Goten like
that. Goten was his. He was Goten’s. That was it. “Trunks you
know, you don’t have to…”
“I
want to try it,” he said finally, felt his stomach turn into endless knots and
his pulse raced, he felt himself hardening at the thought and it was just
so…something. He couldn’t think much
beyond the rush of arousal and fear and uncertainty and Goten looked at him.
“Now?”
~~~***
Trunks
heart was beating so fast he could feel it through his back. The hard thump-thump of it and his
fair-skinned mate was blushing so brightly that his skin was hot to the touch,
but he was aroused nonetheless. Of
course, Goten was too, but it was a rather daunting task to think that he was
Trunks’ first and it was his resibilibility, then, to make the experience
something other than awkward groping and probing. He waited for Trunks to look at him, and nod, and then let out a
breath as his heart thumped hard too.
What
a pair they made.
“Okay,”
he breathed out.
Trunks
pulled away again and looked at him, panted and pressed his fingers against
Goten’s thigh. “How…how are we going to
do this?”
Good
question. He rolled half onto his back
and retrieved the lube from the side table (where it has a permanent place)
then looked at Trunks. “Well, first
things…” he said. Opened the tube and
his hands were shaking. Trunks watched
him intently, and he had that urge to laugh nervously again, but didn’t. covered his fingers with the slick gel and
then felt Trunks’ leg lift and drape over his hip, giving him room to move his
hand down and press his fingers to his boyfriend’s entrance. Felt the heavy shudder go all through
him. Then pressed one finger into
him. Heard the gasp, felt the fingers
dig into his skin and the choked noise, Trunks pressed his face against Goten’s
chest and he felt the hot blush on his face.
Goten
concentrated on moving his finger, felt the jerk and the curse against his
chest and pressed against the inside of his boyfriend again, got another jerk
in response, heard another curse and teeth the fingers tightened again. “That it?” he asked. Stroked the same spot and felt the nod against
his chest. Pulled his finger out and
reslicked them again, pressed two fingers into him and immediately attacked
that place, made Trunks rock his hips forward and then back and whimper. Hot, hard pants against his chest and there
was a whine like he was confused about this and Goten pulled out again.
“Are
you sure about this?” he asked.
Trunks
looked up at him and nodded.
“Yes.” Then looked all awkward
again, rolled his hips and looked confused. Then grabbed his leg again and started to move again. Not fast but longer thrusts, rocked them
both with his movements until he knew that he was whimpering with every
movement, and Trunks was moaning too, jerking his hand on himself and blushing
again.
“No,”
came the whimper, “No…” Trunks closed
his eyes and Goten moved harder, thrust into him until they were both rocking
the bed and his hand moved to Trunks hips, holding him still as he moved
harder—as fast as he could considering their position, and Trunks let go of his
erection, covered his eyes and shook hard.
His other hand was in a fist and he pounded the bed as he fought against
the erection that was making him jerk with every thrust into him. Goten pressed his teeth against his
boyfriend shoulder and tilted them a little, fucked Trunks so he was against
his prostate with every move and there was a cry of shock and Trunks came. His body went as rigid as metal and he
fought against it as he let out short shocked gasps and Goten let his own
orgasm claim him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
Goten: Ha. Told you.
Trunks: *cannot
speak is too shocked *
Goku: Sheesh.
Vegeta: Oi. You’d think my son would be better at this
sort of thing.
Goku: Well,
statistically, Trunks is a better seme than uke. *points at charts. *
Goten: That’s
nice. It’s easier that way anyway.
Talon:
That
seems to be what most folk say. Which
is always good to hear. ;)
Saiyajin Neko:o:p>
*hands
pillow * Hope you have gotten sleep. And Gohan had better of gotten the clue, I’m
sick of telling him.
Macha:
*sniffs
air * I don’t smell plot. *looks nervous * Really. I don’t. … …
Plyric:
Aw. Thankies.
Anon:
??? Thanks I guess.
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