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Chapter 7

Right. So he left Goten. Left him out there in the capsule house that their fathers had lived in before they decided to take that jaunt in space. Didn’t leave him, leave him like forever. Just left him alone to try and figure out what in the hell was eating him from inside out because honestly, Trunks liked his appendages where they were and he wasn’t so sure that Goten’s state of mind was stable enough to trust him around kitchen utensils while he was sleeping.

Or crowbars. Goten had found a crowbar in one of the capsule houses closets and set to smash the hell out of the old capsule house that their fathers had lived in before, gleefully. When Trunks saw him take the crowbar to the windows he decided that it was time to Goten some space. Never know what he would decide to smash apart next.

Besides his throat fucking hurt from the knee that had pinned him to the floor yesterday. Today he woke up alone, then the crowbar and now he was back in his own kitchen looking at his own mother and baby sister who was trying to figure out the exact motions required to get the damn cheerio from the tray of the high chair and into her mouth which was gaping open.

Aw. Cute.

His mother looked at him and narrowed her eyes, zeroing in on his problems like she always did like he was some sort of machine that she could rip apart and put back together the correct way so it didn’t come home looking like he did. (Which was similar to how someone looked when they finally realized their guts had been ripped out and thrown around as festive decorations.) “Where’s Goten?” she asked.

“Wherever Goten wants to be.”

“Why are the two of you fighting?” Significant nod to the neck region of his body and the big nasty bruise that had sprouted there.

“It’s mostly him.” He sat down at the table and let his mother feel concerned for him, let her shift her chair so she was sitting right next to him and put her arm over his shoulders in that ‘almost hug’ way that she often did. It was nice to be around someone that just simply loved him without all that extra added burden of hormone and fucking and fighting and whatever bug had crawled up his boyfriends ass.

“It’ll be alright,” his mother said. With confidence. Which made him wonder just how it was that she came to be such a good person. If anyone had the right to be undeniably bitter, it was her. The death of her friend (Chichi was by no means a best friend, but a friend nonetheless) had brought about the demise of her non-marriage to his father and not even the birth of their daughter had swayed Vegeta away from Goku’s side.

“Whatever,” he said. Let her hug him for another minute, then stood up and ruffled Bra’s hair, knocking the cheerio off her lip as she almost managed to get it into her mouth, which made her bawl, but he didn’t stop to comfort her, just went upstairs. Up the lonely stairs to his lonely room where he would lie on his bed and be lonely.

Alone.

He flopped on the bed, pulled the covers up over his face, and let the feeling of nothingness overtake him until he was so exhausted by convincing himself that he had no feelings he fell asleep. Slept in the soft comfort of blackness until the comforter that was keeping him warm and confined in his dream world of happy wet dreams was lifted up and another body slid under it with him.

He didn’t want to wake up, didn’t feel like he should, and when he opened his eyes and blinked to focus his sight, he was met with the face of his boyfriend, smudge with dirt as it was, felt the press of his smaller body all against his, hips lying against hips and his wet dreams apparently had extended straight into his boyfriend’s pants.

“Goten?” he said, yawned, didn’t feel like being anymore charitable towards his boyfriend (even after 6 hours of sleep) than he had when he left during the crowbaring-the-windows activity.)

“Trunks,” was the reply. His hands were under Trunks’s shirt, fingers colder than his sleep-hot skin and he shivered when they ran up his chest and made goosebumps. They stopped just short of his chest, thumbs rolling every line of his muscles beneath his nipples until Trunks shook his head and tried to regain control of his own sense of reality.

This was just weird.

“Goten…” He would have liked to say more, but he had the feeling that this was going to end in one of those ‘fuck me now and maybe you’ll get in a word edgewise before I disappear again’ things. Especially when the hands tracked down his abs, to his pants and then down farther, spreading the coolness of Goten’s fingers to the heat of his skin. His erection jolted a shock of pleasured-shock through him when the cool fingers cupped it and he whimpered out whatever he had been trying to say.

Goten shifted, forced a knee between his and moved his hand back up, shoving his shirt up, over his head, left it tangled around his elbows as he pushed Trunks’ legs up and curled them around his chest, then dropped his head, (Hot mouth) down to suck on his neck. The neck that already hurt, and his boyfriend was sucking on it, just below the bruise, licking over the sensitive skin and murmuring as he ground down through their pants against Trunks and drove whatever gathering thoughts he might hhad had right out of his mind.

“Can I fuck you?” his boyfriend whispered to him, ran honguongue down his neck, over that bruise, didn’t even look up at him, and Trunks found it odd how easy it was to be caught like this, how simple to be stripped down to this set of simple thoughts and reactions. Wondered if Goten really was falling into puberty and if he would survive the journey if it turned out to be worse that his father told him. “Trunks…”

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It was gross. Sure, Vegeta’s teeth made the mark, but his insistence on licking it was just gross. Really. Gross. Saiyans were not vampires, afterall, so why did Vegeta think that he needed to…

His thoughts scattered again, his mouth fell open and he curled his hands into fists again, looked up at his mate who was straddling him, tail wagging back and forth behind him like a pendulum as he just sat there, with Goku’s rather painful (now that this had been going on for what seemed like HOURS) erection buried in him. Vegeta had found a way to fuck himself to an orgasm and leave Goku unfulfilled but trapped beneath his lover.

Stupid smirk. Vegeta was flushed, bronzed, shinining the automatically dimming light of the bedroom with his muscles all gleaming in sweat-soaked glory, erection hard and erect (for lack of a better word) thighs open where he could stroke them sometimes, but mostly Vegeta wouldn’t let him touch him. Punched his hands when he tried to do anything.

It was annoying. Really annoying. And now bridging onnfulnful. His mwas was blurring out into that ‘instinct’ space and every time he felt the white-nothingness of his consciousness giving way to instinct he had to grab on to his goodnature and force himself not to flip Vegeta over and smack his ass until he cried out his name…

Although at this point, that idea was sounding better and better. Especially when that tail with its fucking hot, soft fur that curled around him just where he joined to Vegeta and stroked him endlessly when it wasn’t wagging behind the damn Prince with his damn smirk and that ‘ha I’m so good I kill myself’ smirk on his fucking face.

Oh yeah, smacking Vegeta’s ass seemed better and better the longer he endured the insane prison of his hot body without release. Every shift, every breath, every everything brought Goku that much closer to a goal that just kept moving farther away. He wasn’t sure that he could take it very much longer, felt his hands trembling, his body shaking and his mind was frenzied, hips trying to pump upwards into the heat and Vegeta was pinning him down.

“Kakarot…” he would purr with ever failed attempt on Goku’s part to just fucking cum! Nothing else, just his name, like he should know what he was failing to realize.

Bastard. He thought he was so great because he had a tail. Well…Goku was going to have a tail. Soon! He was going to have a tail any time now. Stupid Vegeta and his stupid smirk and the stupid ten hours it was supposed to take to regenerate his tail, the stupid bite on his arm that Vegeta just kept licking like it was so interesting and hated the BASTARD.

Wanted his fucking tail so he could remind the fucker just who was the top fuck around here. (A little part of his mind pointed out that he was being irrational and he didn’t fucking care.) Vegeta’s smirk spread into a smile, he shifted, leaned down, put his hands on Goku’s chest and rolled his hips, tightened himself all around Goku’s aching erection and let his tail curl down, stroke against him.

Goku couldn’t breath. He was loosing his hold on thoughts, felt the movement of hips on him, felt the heat and the glow of Ki, felt the tail that was stroking him from the entrance to his body to Vegeta’s. His hands reached up and grabbed Vegeta by the hair tugged on his hair and the bastard wouldn’t budge, just smiled, dripped sweat and stank like sex, ran his hands down Goku’s chest until he reached the white mess that Vegeta had produced when he came and didn’t let Goku.

Bastard.

He closed his eyes and growled, felt the strength of it, the breathlessness and the need, tightened his hands on Vegeta’s hair, heard something that sounded like ‘finally’ but didn’t listen to it because he shoved Vegeta back, pulled him off his erection, turned them both over. His muscles ached, his erection throbbed painfully and Vegeta’s tail flipped back and forth above his back, taunting him because he didn’t have one.

Well, fuck him.

Goku pinned Vegeta down on the bed and snarled, saw the smirk that was still on his face and wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip his guts out and… Then there was pain that ripped down his spine, a sound like skin being ripped open and he loosened his grip on Vegeta’s throat, watched blankly as his lover rolled onto one side and grabbed a rag (One that he had put there ours ago while he mumbled something to himself but Goku forgot what that something was now.)
“Lo “Look Moron,” Vegeta said, pointed behind him to Goku’s own tail that was now swishing back and forth in clipped, short sways of anger and lust. Vegeta rubbed the rag (dripping with water from the bowl he had taken it out of) between his hands for a moment, Goku opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but that comment lost the wind that should have made it the the rag wrapped around his poor abused erection and tugged on him until Vegeta murmured something else. “Alright,” he said, “Lay down.”

Goku listened only because he was deeply confused, and because his spine still hurt and the place his tail seemed to be coming from was on fire like he’d just been stabbed. That pain was dulled only by the endless throb of his erection. Vegeta scooted down, gave him a look and then a sigh before he bent and wrapped his mouth around Goku’s erection.

It didn’t take much, a few sucks, and he arched his back, felt the fur on his tail fluff out and came so hard that he blacked out.

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71 words over the count!

Goku: *grthe the words that include his orgasm* What is 71 words, really?

Vegeta: *glower *

Goten: Especially since you’ve kept the poor people waiting ALL THIS TIME!

Card: *sob * I’m sorry! I’m so sorry everyone! Hopefully now that things are settling down I can go back to that one chap a day thing. I’m really going to try. It might not happen like starting tomorrow but hopefully by the beginning of next week it’ll work out.

Trunks: In the meantime could you figure out what’s wrong with Goten?

Goten: Why’s anything got to be wrong with me?!

Macha: