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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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Hmm not quite sure what exactly but I have an off feeling about this chapter. Except for the stupidity of the characters obviously lol. I mean more the structure of it.. Oh well I keep changing and editing and soon I'll have something even worse so I might as well add it as it is now. Working on fillers next as I tend to jump too far between my chapters, and I need to remember to describe environments she said. God damn it.
I apologise in advance - Trunks is quite the frustrating character :3
Edit in response to Rave : Fallout? I don't know what you're talking about :O *whistles inconspicuously with hands behind back*

We sneak through your window, which isn't as easy as it used to be when we were little kids. Fighting to get in ahead we both tumble inside, head first, and end up in a tangled mess on the floor of your bedroom.
Sprawled across my back, you pull yourself together and get up, help me to my feet and shush me with a finger against my lips.
"Let's throw our clothes in the washing machine and grab a shower," you whisper in the dark.
I follow you out to the small landing and cross the narrow hallway that leads us to the bathroom.
Once we're inside you peel your clothes off – brazenly displaying your muscular form – and wrap a towel around your waist. You smile when you catch me looking – embarrassed to have been caught staring I turn away from you - and you ask me to hand over my clothes, telling me to go ahead while you put the wash on.
The hot water shocks my senses, still not entirely back to their normal sober selves. I tilt my head back, letting the shower wash away tonight's sins, feel them pour down my spent body. I don't want to think about tomorrow just yet, forcing my mind to go blank instead of letting myself enter a panic attack 'cause of the consequences this will bring.
"Hey," you whisper, nibbling my ear.
I never knew until that moment just how much it would turn me on, the warmth of your murmuring breath, your teeth grazing my skin. It makes me tremble, making my body arch against yours.
Attentive hands smooth up along my sides, as you trail kisses along my neck and shoulder.
I brace myself with my hands against the tiled wall in front of me, my head leaning back resting against your shoulder, while I'm enjoying your touch.
Your fingers travel up, in search for my lips and remembering this delicious game, I comply when you part them with two fingers.
"Mm, gods Trunks, I want you so bad," you purr, your voice husky and full of need as my tongue dances around your digits, before I take them in deeper.
You withdraw your hand, and find my arousal with the other.
"Shit," your hand on my cock is like nothing I've ever felt before, a burning sensation sending shivers throughout my body.
Slowly you stroke me, a thumb rubbing over the slit – teasing out beads of precum before you lube your hand with it, making the motion that much smoother and slicker when you continue to move your grasp back and forth firmly.
That's when I feel your other hand travelling down the small of my back, over the curve of my ass. Something at the entrance there and before I catch onto where it's headed, something's pushed inside me.
"FUCKING HELL!" I cry and pull away, from what appears to have been your finger, slamming against the glass panel next to me.
The shower hose rips off as I desperately try to grab for something – anything - when I slip on the wet floor. But instead of steadying myself, yelping, I take the hose with me, crashing through the glass door and onto the floor outside the shower, water spraying everywhere and jagged pieces of glass cutting my skin, blood mixing slowly with the water pooling up on the bathroom tiles.
"Kami Trunks, I didn't-"
"Boys is everything ok in there?"
The door opens before we can answer, and both equally as embarrassed, neither of us dare to move to cover up our shame, just frozen in place.
The look on your dad's face is.. indescribable – in the worst way possible. He looks back and forth between us both, clearly not prepared for the sight he's been met by.
"Urm, sorry I broke your shower?" I whine screwing my face in pain where I lie, both due to the glass underneath me and the unbearable shame.
"I-You-Chi Chi will- Gods boys," he rubs the back of his head clearly dumbfounded with a pained expression on his face "Goten don't just stand there cover up for gods' sake -Trunks get off the floor I'll get the first aid kit," he continues as the initial shock wears away, and leaves the steamy room.
I look at you, understanding now why your priority was to cover up – nice boner my friend. Is that the same one you was planning on shoving up my backside no more than a few seconds ago?
You hold out a hand to help me up, but I slap it angrily and get up on unsteady feet.
"Trunks I-"
"Shut-up," I growl at you, snatching a towel off the rail and carefully wrap it around my nether regions, blood snaking down my back and staining the white cotton fabric.
I throw a towel at you, take a step over the shattered glass, grab the spare underwear you'd brought and leave to find Goku.

I wince every time the cold metal tweezers find another shard, and brace myself as it's pulled out of my flesh.
"Not many left now," Goku reassures as he drops another piece into a bowl.
I haven't said a word since I pulled a chair out from the table and sat down in the dim light of the remote little kitchen, just squirming now and then as the glass was quite nicely wedged into my back.
"So…"
Oh please don't.
"I take it you-"

"No," I interrupt him, before he throws any assumptions at me.
"Ok," he says softly and continues searching my skin with warm hands.
So different to mine, your dad. Such careful touch while attentively removing the remains of the shower door, not pissed off with me for breaking it and no arguing when I've quite rudely cut him off.
When the last piece is put in the bowl, he picks up a cloth soaked in cleansing alcohol and dabs the wounds.
"Fuck," I hiss, leaning my head forward into my arms resting on top of the back of the chair.
"Sorry," he says as he tenderly keeps on dabbing, gently washing the blood off my skin.
After a thin layer of ointment has been applied to the wounds, he hands me a t shirt and studies me for a moment while I pull it on.
"You should go talk to him," he suggest with a trace of concern, and starts gathering up the medical supplies.
"I think I better get going home," I answer, and swipe irritating strands of lavender hair out of my eyes.
"I- that probably wouldn't be such a good idea, Trunks."
I narrow my eyes and glare at him, wondering what exactly he's trying to say.

"Do you want some tea?" he ask instead, ignoring my scowl and turns around to the stove and starts heating a pot of water.
Eager to get the fuck out of here, I consider for a second what to do. He's probably right, going home right now wouldn't be a smart move. But I don't want to join you in bed either. Fucking twat.
"Sure," I sigh, turning my chair back around and sit down at the table.
"How are your parents?" He asks as he puts a steaming cup in front of me and sits down at the opposite side of the table with his own hot drink.
"Ok I guess," I shrug, feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation.
"What's Vegeta been up to? Same old?"
"Hah, ye you could say that," I answer bitterly.
"Why, is something wrong?" he asks, his dark eyes piercing mine.
They make me feel uneasy, as if they could look right through me and read me like an open book.
"No everything's fine," I sigh not wanting a heart to heart about my last encounter with daddy.
He sips his tea, with a thoughtful gaze staring off somewhere in the distance.
Such an enigma, the Saiyan sat in front of me. I've challenged him several times with my frown and been rude to say the least, and not once has he took the bait. There are a lot more confrontational people than myself – my father is a good example – but anyone would have punched my lights out by now if they were in his position. Not Goku though, saviour of the fucking world. One would think he'd be happy, with all his power and achievements – but you was right, something is up. He looks miserable as hell.
"So what's crawled up your ass?" I ask him after blowing the steam coming off my tea.
He looks at me, same intense glare as yours. But not as fierce, still not biting back, damn it he's good.
"What do you mean?" He asks finally after sipping his tea, brows drawn together.
"Anyone can see you're down in the dumps, not that I particularly care, but shouldn't the strongest being in the universe be somewhat happy?"
He sighs and looks down, fingering the cloth on the table, probably as eager to talk about his problems as I am about my own.
"I don't know," he says quietly.
I actually feel sorry for him. I know the bitch upstairs doesn't appreciate him. My parents are the worst misfits one could ever hope to find but their passion to insult each other is still a sign that they care for one another even after all these years. If they didn't, they'd simply avoid each other bar from a hit to the other one's head now and then – like your parents..
"You should go kick my father's ass, he is getting way too full of himself lately."
He laughs quietly, still staring into his cup of tea. Ye we all know my dad is a prick. Goku probably knows that better than anyone else.
"Plus he asked for you not too long ago, did he come to see you?"
Curious eyes snap up, aha that caught his attention.
"He did? No, I haven't seen him in.. some months, probably, maybe more.."
"Well if you do beat him up, I want all the details afterwards, and throw in a punch from me as well," I say and smirk.
"Sure Trunks," he answers with a smile.
He stands up and yawns, while stretching his powerful body. You sure do look alot like your dad.
"You should really go and talk to him, don't let.. whatever happened get between you guys, you've been best friends your whole life."
"I guess you're right" I admit begrudgingly "I'll pay for a new shower as well, sorry."
"Don't worry about it, I'll tell Chi Chi I slipped on the soap."
"Hah.. Thanks Goku," I answer, feeling a slight blush spreading over my face.
"Go get some rest Trunks," he says and heads out of the kitchen, soon swallowed by the darkness of the hallway.

Carefully I open the door to your room, not knowing whether you've gone to sleep yet. I slip inside silently and make my way over to your bed.
You lie there, eyes closed and breathing softly with the blankets wrapped around your midsection, arms flung over the empty space next to you.
I sigh as I lie down beside you, stealing some of the blanket.
"Trunks?"
You peer at me in the dark, and prop yourself up as you untangle the sheets some more and wrap them around me.
"I thought you'd left."
"I was going to," I answer shortly, glaring at you, suddenly reminded about how pissed off I am with you, reminded of what we were doing, what YOU were doing, no more than an hour ago upstairs.
"I-"
"You what! Huh? Tell me, what the hell was going through your thick fucking skull?"
"I'm sorry, I thought- you seemed like you wanted-"
"You thought wrong," I growl, and chew the inside of my lip. I have an urge to spit that I'm not like you.
"What about before that?"
"I was higher than the fucking Eiffel Tower Goten."
You sigh. Guilt radiating off you. Good, you should feel fucking guilty.
"If you don't want me, why did you threaten Naoki?" you almost whisper.
"Who the hell is Naoki?"
"I'm sure there aren't that many people you've threatened to rape and kill, well I sure as hell hope so."
That fucking snitch.
"'Cause he's a creep."
"Whatever Trunks, you know what, fine. I get it, you don't want anyone touching your virginal ass, but realise this – it's none of your fucking business then who I decide to fuck," you snarl at me, with an emphasising index finger pointing at your own chest.
With that you lie down and turn around, face towards the wall.
I get up, feeling rather numb suddenly. Stealing a pair of your sweatpants that are lying around on the floor, I open the window and take off into the darkness without a word.

Defeated and humiliated, I walk silently through the dark halls of Capsule Corp, early hours in the morning. No one awake to my relief, not even the GR is humming its otherwise ever present but faint vibrating sound.
All I can think about is; I really don't want to be faced with Vegeta right now.
I climb the stairs with heavy feet, wishing this could be another dream I'd wake up from.
When I finally crawl into bed, to at least get some rest before dawn, I feel.. worried. And stupid, how the hell did tonight turn out like this? Why couldn't you have just left me with that girl, why create an even bigger fucking mess between us?
Hoping desperately your scent will have vanished by the morning, making a mental note to scrub myself red raw in the shower when I wake up, I wonder somewhat nervously what father's reaction to this will be.. If he finds out that is.

After a few hours of sleep, as I apathetically eat the food that's been put in front of me on the breakfast bar by one of the robots, father joins me in the kitchen, taking a seat on the opposite side.
I refuse to look at him, not knowing what he'll say or do. But I can feel my heart racing furiously, my face going warm remembering the previous night – forcing that memory away and hating you even more for doing what you did when it was fucking obvious that I wasn't thinking clearly, or thinking at all for that matter.
"Spar?"
I look up surprised. His face isn't scowling, or sneering, nor is it inviting or sympathetic. It's nothing, but he asked for a spar. I nod more times than necessary, desperate for some fucking normality, pretty certain he wont leave me half dead this time judging by the tone of his voice.
"I'll meet you in there when you're ready" he says and leaves as soundlessly as he came in.

We sparred in silence. He pushed me to my limits, without any insults.
I answered, letting the anger I feel towards you reflect in the power I put behind my punches. I felt lighter and swifter than ever, powered up, blocked, dodged and delivered furious blows.
Afterwards he asked me if I felt better, I only nodded. I did, but I felt empty. Though grateful, Vegeta showed some sympathy for once in his life, just when I needed it as well.
Alone in my room, I refuse to even contemplate the situation. The fault lies with you and I wont let my thoughts spiral out of control to find meaning or reason, nor wonder about whether I'm being fair. I decide, what I feel. You humiliated me, took advantage of my stupid state and risked me getting beat up by Vegeta - luckily he didn't react like last time we had a.. close encounter.
I will not bring shame to my father's name, and I am not like you.
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