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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 ngednged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.
~~~~**
against the hallway wall. Hands were on
his shoulders. Breathless kiss pressed
to his lips. Goten let it happen.
the boy, let him slip his tongue in, let him press against him, and press him
all the way into the wall. Let him
whimper and tightened his hands on Goten’s shoulders. Let him pull back and lick his lips. Licked his own lips, thought of how weird pizza-flavored kisses
were. Watched Trunks fight with the
words that couldn’t leave him, because he was a proud kid.
But
apparently, pride did not stop him from wrapping his hand around Goten’s wrist
and dragging him up the stairs to his bedroom.
Pride wasn’t going to stand in the way of Trunks shedding the shirt
Vegeta had already ripped, of him pushing the jacket of Goten.
Goten
took this as permission to react, because why else would Trunks have brought
him up to his bedroom. So he wrapped his
arms around the taller body, ran his hands down the perfect back, and to the
even more perfect ass and pressed them together tight.
the bare chest against him. And then he
pulled back, pulled off his own shirt, dropped hands to undo Trunks’ pants,
found that the boy was—with far less finesse and a great deal of shyness—doing
the same.
Once
clothes were out of the way, they stood, stared. Trunks was breathing shallowly.
His skin was flushed—he was probably blushing—and he dragged his eyes up
Goten’s body, back to his eyes. Stared
at him. Begged him not to make this
hurt too, and Goten found himself being highly unusually patient.
Kissing
again. Skin against skin, hands running
across smooth silky skin—Kami, this kid had the softest damn skin stretched
over the strongest, hardest muscles—and he moved back down to the ass of his
obsession, pulled Trunks up against him, pulled one of the legs up, held onto a
thigh, crushing their hips together, felt erections slide together.
for two full days, while providing for his little project.
grabbed the other leg, until Trunks was all wrapped around him, hovering and
balanced on Goten’s arm across his ass.
The
kiss e ofe off, Trunks was panting as he canted his hips forward, rhythmically
pressing against Goten, pleading and sweating, and making the most interesting
little noises. Goten kissed the
shoulder, sucked on it hard until he felt the blood rush to the surface.
it. Kami, he hated this slow ass
bullshit. But Trunks wasn’t ready for
anything else, not really. So Goten
tipped them, landed on top of Trunks when they hit the bed.
hips against his had never stopped moving.
So he pressed a hand on his hip and kept him still.
“Time
for you to learn something else,” he said.
Took Trunks’ hand in his, opened it and then licked it.
and wrapped those fingers around his own erection. Then he licked his own hand and gripped Trunks.
balance over him. “Follow my
lead.”
Then
he started to stroke. Up down, up
down. Boring really.
Uninteresting. He didn’t like
it, but when you went without, you got used to improvising.
being asked to, moved faster first, pushed his thin hips up still, spread his
legs wide. Oh, Goten closed his eyes,
rested his forehead on the hard shoulder under him. Thought of how nice it would be to slide into this body.
pushed into the hand, moved his own hand.
Hated the way it felt, and yet, felt his body react.
Because he’d been walking around with a perpetual unfulfilled arousal
for two days.
Felt
the shuddering under him, the hand tightened again, didn’t stop, but Trunks
cried out, shook and shuddered and rolled his eyes back into his head.
push harder, to throw open the legs and preparation be damned, take what he
wanted. Didn’t, but he wanted to.
pressed his teeth to the hot skin under his, wanted to bite, but didn’t.
Trunks
loosened his hand, raised his hand, frowned at the mess on his hand.
rolled to the left—where there was enough space for him to rest and catch his
breath. “What do you do with this?”
Trunks asked.
Oh,
the possibilities. Too innocent for his
own good. Goten sighed.
offended if we don’t.”
Trunks
looked at him. “And this matters
because?”
“Because
Saiyan sex stinks, a lot, and when you have an extra sensitive nose already
it’s downright migraine-inducing.”
Goten rolled off the bed, grabbed his pants and walked—naked—to the bathroom,
leaving the little lavender haired one to do as he pleased.
~~~**
Noxious
odor. Vegeta pinched his nose,idedided
it was probably a good thing human noses were so poor, or Aunt Bulma would have
woken up and started screaming her head off.
Also decided that he needed to find Goten a new place to fuck, because
that bed was making way too much noise.
Vegeta was actually trying to sleep.
Not that you could sleep on a couch, but he figured it wouldn’t be a bad
thing to try. He would hate to fall
asleep in the middle of a fight. (Which
he had actually done once.) And when he
heard the shower he quietly blessed his little brother’s good sense.
and go shower. Then moved his fingers
away from his nose. Mournfully thought
how he wasn’t going to get any nookie at all.
Looked
at the bite mark on his hand, touched it.
Knew, without even having to see Goten, that his twin had just touched
the mark on his arm. Life was weird
like that. The bites were just an
outward representation of their joined destiny. In fact, they were dealt out with a two-year span between.
the USA and were running through a mall screaming like banshees with tails
lashing around, and setting off fire-cracker ki blasts—Vegeta had tackled his
brother to the ground and wrestled with him until Goten held still long enough
to get bitten. Hadn’t known at the time
why he’d done it. But just seconds
after that, his parents descended, grabbed their twins by the tail and hauled
them out of the mall, out of USA and back to their home where they were
promptly locked in their room.
But
it was years before he and Goten noticed that they would always touch those
bite marks at the same time. Always
knew what the other was going to do in battle.
Always knew when they were in trouble.
That had been quite a discovery.
They’d toyed with it for weeks.
Separated themselves by continents, got in fights with whatever they
could, looked at the marks, touched them, came back together, and before words
were even spoken they knew.
Everything.
It
only got stronger.
He
looked toward the stairs as Goten came down the stairs, black hair wet,
dripping down his back. Pants on, shirt
absent. No marks other then little pink
welts that had once been bruises on his shoulders. He yawned, moved over to the chair, flopped back into it, put his
feet on the coffee table. “His bed’s
too small,” was the explanation. Then
he fell asleep. As easy as closing his
eyes and tipping his head back.
Vegeta
watched him for a moment. Then stood
up, went up stairs, found the prince wannabe sitting on his bed, hand on his
shoulder, pants on, room smelling horrible.
Vegeta stood in his doorway. Glared
at him. Waited until the little demi
turned to look at him.
“What
do you want?” Trunks demanded. Moved
his hand away from his shoulder, exposed a huge bruise.
screamed in aggravation, but it wasn’t his place. His brother had been right, he was old enough to make his own
decisions, but he wasn’t so sure that Trunks knew what he was getting himself
into and as much as Vegeta didn’t care what happened to the demi-prince, he
figured that his Father would have told him that he needed to think about the
right thing and do what he knew he ought to.
“Did he bite you?” Vegeta asked.
“Why
should I tell you?”
Goten
was the one with the patience. Vegeta
was the one that was more often than not violent first.
shoulder. Didn’t move when Trunks shot
to his feet and glared at him. “Because
I asked.”
Trunks
sneered in disgust. “No.”
Vegeta
relented, moved away. Back to the
doorway, where he was as far away from Trunks as he could be.
“I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
But
that was a lie. Even if the wannabe
didn’t realize it, he knew exactly what Vegeta was talking about.
screaming, and he was begging for the claim.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, turned his back and left.
stuck to that demi-wannabe was enough to make him sick.
was probably going to bite him and that meant the three of them would share a
destiny was necessary. Because it was
starting to look like it was going to happen.
Unfortunately.
But,
if Goten was the biter instead of the bitee, then he would have power over
Trunks, and that would be nice not to have to worry about the little wannabe
twerp hurting his brother. He descended
the stairs again. Laid back down on the
couch. Closed his eyes, willed sleep to
come. Waited, wished that there was a
way he could know what was going to happen, but conceded that there was no way
to know. And let sleep claim him.
~~~**
Trunks
sat back down on the bed. Covered the
mark with his hand again. Felt how hot
it was. Felt how he could see feel
Goten sucking on his shoulder, feel the warmth of that skin all around.
mind that reminded him how worthless he would always be until he defeated the
androids. But he couldn’t.
flopped back on the mattress. Realized
he would never be able to lie on his back again, because when he did, he felt
lonely. Like he should have someone
over him, kissing him, sucking on his shoulder.
Tried
to sleep. Thought of the androids
killing Gohan. Thought of how Goten
assured him that he was stronger than Trunks’ thought he was.
Goten wasn’t just bragging. He couldn’t
stand losing someone else.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Trunks: Why
do I have to be the angsty sad one?
Lil’Geta:
You’re the only uke in the story?
Trunks: You
could be one too! You haven’t slept
with anyone yet.
Lil’Geta:
You must die now.
Trunks: Er?
Goten:
*snore *
Getarian:
because this is the only lil’spoiler I’m givin’. Yes, the twin bond is stronger than a mating bond.
But I wanted to say that now, anyway.
Goku & Trunks (NOT TOGETHER, But speparately they were my favorite
Saiyans. Then I wrote More of Us and I
realized that I have this hidden well of love for Vegeta.
like them too!) But what I was going to
say was that I like Mirai Trunks.
whole bunch of stuff they never even told their parents about.
safe for now. So its okay to swear
on. (Goten is starting to look at
little antsy though. He’s developed a
twitch; so the virginity probably won’t last that much longer.)
original. I’ve actually written a
bunch. (School bored me.)
them ‘professional’ grade. (people I
know assure me this is not necessary. I
ignore them.) Unfortunately, I seem to
be the only person I know that wants to read the originals.
So I vent my frustrations with editing and writing by doing
Fanfiction. Yeah!
Jaygoose:
the blood. *I don’t think I really
explain it, but I’m pretty sure he does the same thing again later. *
Mechanical
Butterfly:
you ended up married to a temperamental Saiyan; so its probably best you
decided not to marry Vegeta. Besides,
he’s never said whether or not he’s been taken by someone.
He said that Goten’s never been in love.
chapter. And that I’ve managed to write
the brothers. (I use my older brothers
as psuedo examples. They can bicker
like old women sometimes.)
That’s
all today folks!