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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.

~~~~**

And his back was pressed
against the hallway wall. Hands were on
his shoulders. Breathless kiss pressed
to his lips. Goten let it happen. Let Trunks kiss him, opened his mouth for
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. Or kissing him again.

Goten
took this as permission to react, because why else would Trunks have brought
him up to his bedroom.yes"> In fact, they were dealt out with a two-year span between. Goten bit him first. And two years later�when they had flown to
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. One that wouldn�t fade. It was nearly black.

And Vegeta would have
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. He crossed the room, jabbed the bruised
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. �Do you want him to?�

�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. And his whole body stood there, tense and
screaming, and he was begging for the claim.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, turned his back and left. Just the thought of being having his destiny
stuck to that demi-wannabe was enough to make him sick. But having to face the fact that his twin
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. Closed his eyes. Thought about what Vegeta had asked. Tried to focus only on the Saiyan parts of him. Tried to ignore the constant mantra in his
mind that reminded him how worthless he would always be until he defeated the
androids. But he couldn�t. His hand slipped away from the mark. He stood up, ripped the sheets off his bed,
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. Hoped with every fiber in his body that
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:

Everyone pay attention here,
because this is the only lil�spoiler I�m givin�. Yes, the twin bond is stronger than a mating bond. Much stronger actually. Goten explains it in a couple o�chapters;
But I wanted to say that now, anyway.

Jaygoose:

Uh, Lil�Geta probably smelled
the blood. *I don�t think I really
explain it, but I�m pretty sure he does the same thing again later. * His highly developed nose and all that.

Mechanical
Butterfly:

It might be hard to explain how
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. Remember?
He said that Goten�s never been in love.

Gasp!

Anyway. I�m very glad that you liked the
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!
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