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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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More reviews :D it actually made me smile reading them!
Rave: Glad you like the twist, you perceptive thing you ;)
Nancy103: Haha, I think Trunks is a figment of my own schizphrenic mind. As for Vegeta, well, he has his reasons - according to himself of course. And the angst will unfortunately make anyone who reads this wanna pull their hair out from beginning to end, sorry! ;P
Hrm. I've edited this a million times now to keep it flowing (scared now I butchered it rather than improved it), and err make it not so painful to read. I meant to make it a longer chapter but decided to cut them into two.
I need to take closer off my playlist while I'm writing this lol.
Oh - I do not condone under age drinking or use of illegal substances. I don't recommend it at least.

I keep my promise, and go with you to this gods' damned 'get-together'. It is exactly what I'd expected – simply an excuse for morons to mess with fire, get drunk and find an easy lay before the night ends.
As we arrived at the semi private beach where the absurdly oversized bonfire had been set up, darkness already falling and the cold night creeping in, you were greeted by this and that person, all of them eyeing me warily of course. Sensing both mine and their discomfort, you sat me by the fire where people had started gathering around, with a drink in my hand and reassured me you'd be back soon.
So I'm sitting here, shivering from a crisp breeze now and then but enthralled none the less by the snaking smoke rings that are playfully escaping my mouth between drags on the cigarette that was passed to me.
A couple of more deep breaths enhanced with the poison, and I pass it to some geek sat next to me. He looks at me cautiously as he takes it off me, and I feel quite pleased that I've managed to unnerve every single person who's looked me in the eyes so far. I finish the rest of my drink, and let myself fall back on the soft ground, feeling a grin spread on my face.
Sand sand, what was it I said about sand again? Oh yea, it gets into every crack you never knew you had. Gods, the stars are twinkling like gems now, I've never seen them shine so dazzlingly before. Flames are dancing in my blurred vision, most positively buzzed. The heat radiating off the fire in front me feels – absolutely – amazing in the icy darkness that surrounds me.
Cheers and music somewhere in the background, I never knew sand could feel this soft. So cold against my skin, I can feel every single grain as I rake my hand through it.
A girl sits down next to me, says something moronic about my hair – ye I kinda know it's purple it is my own after all – and her finger plays along my jaw line.
Lips drawing near, soft, wet, a tongue in my mouth has never felt so weird, so amazingly intense - what the fuck was in that roll up?
"My car's parked over by the dunes," she whispers in my ear.
"Good for you," I answer not really giving a shit, while watching the stars swirl in curious patterns across the midnight sky.
I find myself pulled up from the ground, dragged over sand and grass, cheers and music slowly fading. The skirt wiggling in front of me is pleasantly distracting as the warmth of the fire leaves me.
Before long, I'm on my back in the rear seat of a car, said girl straddling me with that skirt now sitting on her hips. While I'm simply trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here, she's working herself against me like a stripper on a pole. I'm not gonna lie, in my confused state – my skin already numb from the chill in the air – I couldn't deny this succubus even if I wanted to.
I grab her hips and push her down, my head falling back with a moan as she trails warm kisses down my neck.
"Mmm, fuck, stop teasing already."
She giggles, and I don't even like her girly titter, but never mind, she's unbuckling me.
There's an icy and mood dampening draft all of a sudden, I whine and tell her to close the door.
"WHaa-"
I peer up to see said girl fly backwards out of the car.
"Hey, where are you going?" Autumn darkness making it hard for me to actually see what's happening out there. I can see a hand reach in though, it doesn't look particularly feminine either, and it grabs me by the front of my shirt.
"Hey asshole what do you think you're doing?" That would be the girl, now clearly pissed off somewhere in the distance.
I'm pulled out faster than I can react, and slammed against the door once it's been closed.
"Chibi? I thought I'd lost you out there," I smile and playfully pinch your cold nose.
"The fuck are you doing Trunks?"
I look over to the girl, who with her arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping, looks as if she's peeved, I think? Then I look back to you, and motion with my head towards the female.
"I was planning on doing her."
"Quit fucking playing games with me," slammed again against the car, what is it with people thinking I'm playing games?!
"Hey jerks, get the fuck off my car."
"Chibi-tan, I'll finish her up, I mean finish up here, and I'll dance with you all night," I find myself quite amusing and laugh.
Guess you don't share my humour.
You pull me off and away from the car, and I go down with a firm punch to my jaw.
"Shit Goten" I moan, rubbing that poor spot that you seem to favour so much when you wanna put me on my arse.
"Freaks," the girl mutters, before she gets in the car and pulls away angrily.
I peer up at you in the darkness from where I'm still sat on my ass on the cold ground.
"What was that for?"
"Get up, we're leaving."
It seems there were no options, as I'm almost aggressively hauled into the air when I don't move fast enough.

Still enjoying my nerves and senses tingling and buzzing, I let you drag me to wherever we're going by my arm. The biting wind feels like needles against my skin – it's absolutely freezing, but – gods it smells incredible. I can smell the change in the dry air, the frost that will arrive in the next few weeks, you.
I put some effort in to flying on my own accord, and pull myself closer to you with the help of the arm you're holding onto me with.
"Fuck me, you smell so good," my nose against your neck, that scent, stronger than it's ever been before.
And just as I think I could never get enough of it, I'm slammed onto my back down on the ground below.
"Please stop throwing me around," I beg whiningly, my limbs making no effort to help me get up.
You pull me up again, fisting my shirt and hauling me in. Shit, something's really pissed you off. Your eyes are glistening with anger, strikingly black.
"Your eyes are sparkling pee-wee," I whisper, and slowly raise my index finger, wanting to touch the dark gloom in your orbs.
You swat my hand away irately and pull me back in, your fierce eyes on mine.
"Leave my fucking eyeballs alone, what the hell did you smoke?"
I laugh then, uncontrollably. I've been wondering the exact same thing! Amazing how you can read my mind.
My face stings suddenly. I cover the bruised cheek wide eyed and surprised.
"Y-you slapped me!" I stutter in shock.
"Fucking pull yourself together. What the hell was you doing with that girl?"
"I don't think you need to be a scholar to figure that one out," I answer, forgetting about the stinging skin on my cheek and my face is split by a self-assured grin instead.
Another slap.
"Fuck Goten!" I cry, snapped out of my contented state and now holding both of my sore cheeks.
"Get your shit together, 'cause I can do this all night long."
I let my arms silently fall to my sides and open my mouth to say something else of incredibly high comical standards, but decide against it when I see the threatening glare in those eyes – the same eyes that I'm not allowed to poke apparently.
You sigh, and let go of me, half turning away, your profile lit by the faint light of the stars.
"Why are we doing this to each other?" you ask, gaze facing down and with your brows drawn together.
I, of course, have no idea what you're on about, but I do know if I don't at least try and say something intelligible you'll most likely slap me again.
"Why, erm, do you, think, we do this?" I answer, without knowing what exactly it is I am really questioning.
The pained look on your face actually sobers me somewhat when you turn to face me again.
"I don't know how long I can go on like this, Trunks."
I still haven't caught on as you draw in closer.
"In fact, it's driving me insane," you murmur, your nose now gently brushing against mine.
Your fingers through the loops on my jeans, you pull my hips in roughly against yours.
Well, that explains a lot.
This time, it's your back slamming against the ground. Reason left my body as soon as I felt your erection against my leg.
Nuzzling your neck, I inhale your arousing scent hungrily, positioning a leg between yours to feel your throbbing need against me again. Shivers run down my spine and just like in my dream, I sample the skin with my tongue while pinning your hands down on either side of you, drawing out sweet incoherent sounds from you.
You thrust your hard self up into me impatiently, and as I respond with my own hips, I press my lips against yours, catching your moans in my mouth. You're squirming, demanding more friction, feverously massaging my tongue with yours, gently sucking and biting my bottom lip.
"D-don't stop, please Trunks," you pant as I draw away momentarily to catch my breath.
You break away from my grip, and with your hand on the nape of my neck, playing with the shorter hairs there, you clutch my ass in a firm grip with the other – rubbing me against you again.
Completely lost, engulfed by your warmth, I respond as the feeling in my groin keeps building, thrusting forward as you throw your head back, moaning, in the grass. I grip your hip with my left hand, and dip my tongue in to the absolutely delicious hollow of your neck.
"Nng, harder, oh gods."
Desire rushes up my shaft and gathers into something which I can only describe as being positively ready to explode when I hear your pleas.
"Fuck," I growl as it washes over me, gritting my teeth with my forehead resting against your chest. My body is convulsing, shaking, and when I desperately breathe in, your scent takes my pleasure to a completely new level.
I move my hand from your hip and hurriedly unbutton your jeans to release you, about to rip your trousers off altogether as I'm painfully desperate to feel your heat from the inside. But you remove your grasp from my neck and swat my hand away, grabbing the other cheek of my backside and grind me back and forth against you.
"Fuck-ing-hell, gods-Goten," sanity leaving me completely as you control my every move and pleasure.
"Come for me Trunks," you whisper, with me whimpering each time you rub me roughly against yourself.
I shudder into your neck at the sound of your voice purring those words, I can't hold out any longer,
"I-I'm gonna, nnng," I'm cut off, spilling myself shamelessly in my underwear.
Your muscles tense under my body, and you arch into me, crying out your climax, your hands still holding me firmly against you.
Relishing my own eruption as it slowly fades, feeling the afterglow spreading through every nerve in my body, I rub myself slowly against you as you come down from your own high.
I roll off, gasping for air next to you in the grass. Who would have known dry humping one another into orgasm could be so damned exhausting.
"I can't go home tonight," I firmly state between my pants, my senses returning to me and the first thing that comes to my mind is me possibly being decapitated as soon as I reach the doors of Capsule Corp.
"Come to mine," you suggest.
"Ok," I answer simply, not knowing what else I'm supposed to say right now. Your dad will smell it on us no doubt, we can only hope your parents are already asleep.
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