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Barracks	By : chayron Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16996 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Barracks
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 66-Part 66
- 67-Part 67
- 68-Part 68
- 69-Part 69
- 70-Part 70
- 71-Part 71
- 72-Part 72
- 73-Part 73
- 74-Part 74
- 75-Part 75
- 76-Part 76
- 77-Part 77
- 78-Part 78
- 79-Part 79
- 80-Part 80
- 70
- 71
- 72
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), betaread by werewolfflutist
Part 71
Rain cascaded down the walls and windows. Some of the windows in various buildings were still missing, and the water flowed freely into the rooms. Yet the air was fresh, finally free of sand. Goten breathed in a lungful, sighing in satisfaction. If not for the irritating smells of paint and varnish, he would have felt as if he was in a rainforest.
Goten and Kyon were assembling a bed in the newly erected officers’ barracks. The barracks had been built in a little more than two weeks and were now being furnished. The doors of the main entrance were wide, but not wide enough to carry whole beds or wardrobes in.
“Wrong hole,” Kyon told Goten, who had been trying to fit two wooden pieces together. “The one on the left. Your left.”
The paint on the walls was barely dry, and bare wires hung from the ceilings and walls in some of the rooms. The savars had been ordered to furnish the rooms while the third-classes went on to build the canteen and the kitchens. Goten was secretly glad to be stuck assembling furniture. Last time it rained, he was out running in the training field and splashing around in cold mud in the obstacle course.
“You know, I sort of wish our barracks had also been destroyed,” Kyon said. “We’d have also gotten new furniture and everything. Have you seen the bathrooms here? Out of this world!”
Goten hummed under his breath. “Don’t be so greedy,” he muttered. “Just a few weeks ago we were simply glad to be alive. Personally, I am very fond of our dusty, creaky beds and beaten desks.”
They pushed the assembled bed against the wall, and Kyon climbed onto it and lay down to test the springs. “Heaven.” He turned on his side, resting his head on his right hand. “You don’t seem to require much to be happy.”
“Mnmn… It hasn’t always been this way. Not until I got here. I think I was unhappy about everything before.”
“Is it because you’ve suddenly become a second-class?”
Goten pondered on that. “That could have been one of the reasons,” he agreed finally. “But mainly it was because I suddenly found purpose in every day.”
Kyon laughed suddenly. “To royally piss the prince off.”
“No, and that wasn’t intentional,” Goten protested. “Well, not at first at least. Yeah, at some point, I did realize that I loved every minute of it.”
The second-class chuckled again. “Pure romance, isn’t it? No wonder Ranvera and I stood no chance.”
“It somehow…happened.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Goten gave Kyon a searching look. There was something serious going on between his roommates. It wasn’t the first time either. Perhaps they had just returned to how they used to be over half a year ago. What exactly they used to be, Goten didn’t know. He doubted that they knew either. He suspected that Kyon was building up expectations, while Ranvera was looking at the whole thing as he always had – having fun with no strings attached. In addition, he had walked in on them a few times while the two were in the midst of a heated discussion, going silent the second his presence was noticed. It was probably best not to interfere and not to question anything. Sooner or later, it would turn out as it was meant to.
“So which room do you think will be his?” Kyon asked.
“You mean the taisa’s?”
The second-class chuckled. “Yeah, his.”
Goten looked around the room. He shrugged. “This one’s pretty nice. Kind of too small for a prince, though?”
Kyon’s face turned serious as he watched Goten. “I understand that you’re a Legendary and all,” he said after a moment, “but this…thing between you two is still very dangerous. I don’t think very many know who you are. There will be those who will desperately oppose you. You two have to be very careful. You know that, don’t you?”
Goten nodded slowly. “Yes, I know.” He didn’t think it was possible, though. Two days had passed since the episode in the taisa’s office without them exchanging a single word, and he was going insane. His imagination was fueling his lust to the point where he was assembling furniture at half-mast. His mind kept returning to that night and fantasizing about what else they could have done or could still do. Being careful while he was obsessed with the thought of marching into the headquarters, kicking the door in, and fucking the Saiyan prince’s brains out right on that same desk was quite impossible.
ooOoOoOoo
The screen blinked, and an annoying sound filled the taisa’s office. Trunks Vegeta raised his head from his paperwork and was surprised to see that the incoming call was from his father. He pushed the answer button and the king’s head filled the display.
“Yes? Did something happen?”
His father let out an awkward chuckle. “No, it didn’t. I just wanted to see how you’ve settled in.”
Trunks’ eyebrows rose. Indeed, there was no need for an emergency for a parent to contact their child, but he still wasn’t used to this abrupt change in their relationship.
“Well, the study sessions haven’t resumed yet. Everyone is busy rebuilding. Otherwise, there isn’t much difference in my current workload from what it used to be,” he said. “It’s only my office that’s new.” He shrugged. “Mmm… Today, I’m moving into the newly finished officers’ barracks.”
The king nodded. “So, did you find your blushing simpleton?”
Trunks opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. His father was teasing him; besides, the epithet was…somehow fitting, endearing even. “Yes, I did.” Then he realized that his father’s sudden interest in his personal life wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. Why was he so supportive? If anything, he should be trying to talk him out of it.
“Why are you so interested in my relationship with him?”
Trunks’ face was hard, voice low, and the king understood that his son already knew the answer. “Because it would benefit both Houses.”
Trunks’ eyes narrowed in anger. How could have he forgotten that his father had the emotional intelligence of a brick?
The king shrugged. “It’s not like my interest changes any of your intentions, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t,” Trunks spat, abruptly clicking on the icon to end the call. He stared angrily at the screen, thoughts racing. It really didn’t change anything, just like his father had said. He, however, felt insulted and hurt by this attempt to manipulate him and Goten. He was even more upset by the fact that his father’s care had turned out to be just another political maneuver. He knew it wasn’t only that, but it still upset and angered him.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, leaning into the backrest. These past couple of days had been filled with longing and wait. He intended to invite Goten to visit his new living quarters, but he didn’t even know which ones were his yet. Perhaps he got to pick? That would be lovely.
A soft ping indicated that he had received an email. His first thought was that perhaps his father had decided to apologize, but then, his father didn’t do emails. True enough, it was only his work inbox, and the letter was from National Security, marked as classified. As soon as he started reading it, a disbelieving grunt left his mouth. National Security had tracked Goten Bardock back to Hataro Officer School and were ready to renew their observations. Since the former taisa was dead, it was up to him now to inform them of any unusual or suspicious events concerning Goten. They had also included the emergency phone number, and he had their permission to conscript more people to successfully execute the task. Trunks wondered what was included under “unusual or suspicious events”. There was also a big possibility that National Security had already discovered that Goten was one of the Legendaries.
The prince reread the order two more times, wrote a short confirmation, and closed it with a sigh. At least he already knew two suitable candidates for the job: Kyon and Ranvera. He had a feeling that the two already knew much more than he would have liked them to know, and that made them the perfect choice.
ooOoOoOoo
Kyon gingerly scratched at the blue and yellow skin near his nose. It was itchy. What worried him was that they hadn’t found any more whip snakes in any of the ruins. The canteen and the kitchens had also been built anew, and it didn’t seem like there were any more of the poor creatures left except for the one they had seen earlier. And even then, it wasn’t clear whether it was still alive or not.
“Huh,” he muttered when a purple head appeared through the grates of his fingers. He rubbed at his itchy face one more time and lowered his hand. He watched the prince walking around, inspecting the building sites, exchanging a word or two with the working savars and officers. He ignored the third-classes, passing them as if they were made out of air. In turn, the third-classes would bow their heads and freeze, keeping their eyes trained on the ground in respect of either his bloodline or the stripes on his shoulders.
“Uh-oh,” Kyon whispered when the prince started picking his way towards their small group of savars cleaning up what was left of Matilda. The second-class turned to Ranvera. “He’s coming our way.”
“So what?” Ranvera huffed. “Do you reckon he’ll give us a hand?”
“Give us a kick in the ass,” Kyon muttered.
The taisa examined their work and seemed to be content with what he saw. “Come to my office during lunchtime,” he told Kyon and Ranvera when he had caught a moment with no one else around.
Amidst the dust and rubble, the two second-classes blinked at him openmouthed. Then Kyon realized that he was supposed to salute, which he did. “Yes, sir.”
“But our lunch, sir…” Ranvera protested meekly; he was already hungry.
The prince shot him an irritated look. “I’m sure you can always compensate with the chocolate that you’ve got stashed away,” he spat.
Two pairs of eyes went wide. The second-classes didn’t dare deny the accusation, but they did their best to look scandalized. They saluted again.
“We’ll be there, sir.”
“I’m gonna tear Goten’s balls off,” Ranvera grunted angrily as soon as the prince’s back disappeared behind one of the buildings.
“That little snitch!” Kyon agreed, kicking at the stone under his feet, sending it rolling after the taisa.
ooOoOoOoo
Without knocking, Goten barged into the room and tripped over a jam-packed cardboard box at the door. Cursing, he soothed his left knee that he had banged against the floor. He raised his head to see the startled prince staring at him. Trunks lowered the hanger with his uniform that he was about to store in the wardrobe.
“How about you knock next time?”
Goten glared. “How about you don’t talk shit to my friends? You promised it wasn’t for protocol!”
Trunks hung the uniform in the wardrobe and closed the door. “And it wasn’t. I didn’t report either them or you.”
The third-class grunted irritably. “But now I look like a blabbermouth.” He got up and circled the offending box. He finally had enough time to take in the room. It was huge, and he could see a door leading to the bedroom. He could vaguely remember what the bedroom looked like since he had helped furnish it, just like the majority of the lodgings in the officers’ barracks. This was one of the finest flats.
The prince rolled his eyes. “Well, seems like you are one. But listen, can’t I at least tease your friends? What’s the harm in that?”
Goten snickered. “So now you want to be buddy-buddy with them?”
Trunks blinked at him. It hadn’t ever occurred to him, but perhaps he did. Since Kyon and Ranvera already knew everything there was to know about him and Goten, they had already crossed that boundary, hadn’t they?
Goten huffed at the look on the prince’s face. “They told me that you conscripted them to spy on me.”
“Yes, I did. Just a little formality. I have received the orders, so I decided it was the best way to do it. Everybody’s happy.”
Goten made a face but let it go; it was really the best way to do it. “Fine,” he said, giving up. He took his boots off and arranged them at the door. Then he crossed the room and dropped into the sofa in front of the blank TV.
“How is your knee?”
Goten patted his leg. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.”
“I’d offer something to drink, but somebody emptied all my supplies.”
The third-class gave the other man a disbelieving look. “No way. Who dared?”
“I thought it was the shaii, but this overly innocent look of yours has just proved me wrong.”
Goten gasped. “I would never. Damn. I took only five bottles. The rest were already empty.”
Trunks flopped down into the sofa next to him. The new sofa swallowed him in its softness; at the same time, he was engulfed by the third-class’ fresh, soapy smell. Despite his urge to confront him as soon as possible, Goten had taken a shower. His regrown hair was still damp, as was his tail. It was wrapped around his waist as per usual, but it was still going to leave a wet mark on the sofa behind his back. The third-class’s smell was vastly different from that of a couple of days ago. Two days ago, he stank of sweat and dirt and unwashed underwear. Trunks’ sense of smell wasn’t as sharp as that of full-blooded Saiyans, but he could still faintly recognize something that was uniquely Goten. Young and healthy, with undertones that indicated interest and curiosity.
The prince suddenly became aware of Goten’s eyes on him. That specific undertone of the third-class’s scent increased remarkably.
“And?” Goten asked, his brow raised. He was rather surprised to see the prince blush. The attempt to decipher scents had been so obvious that Goten hadn’t even thought that the other man had expected not to be found out. It wasn’t commonly done so obviously. Then Goten realized that while a full-blooded Saiyan could effortlessly interpret scents, mixed blood didn’t allow for that normally instinctive ability. The prince had to consciously concentrate in order to decipher scents. It was possible that he wasn’t able to decipher all of them either.
“And which brand did you like best?”
The abruptness of the question threw Goten off. “Uhh… All of them were…equally disgusting?”
The prince laughed. “Not exactly a connoisseur, are you? Apparently, you drink only to get drunk.”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
Trunks laughed again. “Perhaps.”
“Are we really going to talk about your stupid alcohol collection?”
Trunks shook his head. “No, I really hope that we won’t. It’s not stupid, though.”
Turning sideways, Goten rolled his eyes. Their lips met. The third-class bit the prince’s lower lip, gently sucking on it. Trunks’ hands slipped around his neck to grasp at his nape and shoulders. Goten pushed him down and was suddenly hovering above the prince. Supporting himself with his left hand, he lowered himself even more to press his face against the crook of the prince’s neck and inhaled deeply. A cloud of pheromones exploded in his brain.
Goten hummed low in his throat, pressing his crotch against the prince’s and thrusting his hips. An approving grunt left Trunks’ mouth. Goten bit his earlobe and thrust again.
“Wait a moment,” the prince said. He pushed at Goten’s chest, making him lean back, then transferred his left leg off the edge of the sofa and to Goten’s side, straddling the third-class’s waist.
The younger man’s right hand tugged at the shirt tucked into the prince’s belt, pulling it out and slipping his hand underneath. It slid over the other man’s side, brushing across his stomach, then along his ribs. He wanted to reach higher, which required him to undo the buttons. They kissed while he unbuttoned them with one hand, blindly, groping at the front of the fabric. Finally, he pushed the shirt out of his way, revealing Trunks’ bare chest and stomach. Goten splayed his palm over the chest and, for a few seconds, simply enjoyed the feeling of the warm skin under his fingers. He sensed the prince relaxing beneath his hand.
Trunks watched him curiously, the look in his eyes most inviting, encouraging. He hummed contently when Goten’s palm smoothed across his chest. The third-class’s thumb rubbed over his left nipple, then he rolled the right one between his thumb and index finger. They hardened and reddened, however, this didn’t coax much reaction from the prince. Goten’s palm slid to his shoulders and up to the back of his neck. Their mouths met again, this time more desperately.
Trunks’ hips rose to gain more friction against his nether regions. Hips ground together, inciting the most pleasurable friction. For a few moments, they just kept rubbing against each other. With his imagination going wild over the past few days, Goten knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was too excited now that he finally had the object of his desires straddling his lap.
Goten tugged at Trunks’ shirt, and he lifted his arms in an attempt to help him get it off. It wasn’t enough, requiring him to lift his back off the sofa. The third-class tugged the shirt off and tossed it over the backrest, then pressed Trunks’ back into the sofa again. Goten’s hand dove south to undo his belt in one strong pull, then unzipped his trousers as quickly as possible.
The prince grunted as Goten’s hand dug deeper into his trousers, his eyes drawn in between them. The other man had pulled him out, and he could see his own leaking head. While he watched, a few clear droplets dripped from the slit, accumulating into a puddle on his stomach.
The third-class was still fully dressed except for his boots. Trunks pushed his hand past the other man’s belt, then under the hem of his underwear. He seized the hot length and ran his hand along the velvet skin, making Goten hiss through clenched teeth. He stroked a few times, causing Goten to buck into his hand.
Just like last time, there was no time to drink in the closeness or try to prolong the pleasure. There was only pure lust and desperate need. Goten unbuckled his belt, then pushed his trousers and underwear down his hips in a few jerky movements.
“Got any tissues?”
Goten’s needy voice near his left ear made Trunks shiver and he closed his eyes. “Yes,” he gasped out. It took him a few seconds to remember where he had put them. “They’re in the bedroom.”
The third-class threw an impatient look at the bedroom door. “Toilet paper?” he suggested.
With his head, Trunks motioned at the door opposite of the bedroom.
Goten grunted in frustration. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Trunks’ hand kept stroking Goten’s bulging dick without any intention of letting him go.
“I’ll come,” the third-class moaned in warning.
Not letting go of him, Trunks leaned forward, biting the third-class’ lip, then slipping his tongue inside his mouth. As he sped up his strokes, he slid his tongue across his teeth, then the root of his mouth. He felt Goten’s body seize up, and the third-class quickly pulled his head away so as not to bite his tongue. His face scrunched up in orgasm, and Trunks watched it all hungrily while he kept jerking him off, drawing his orgasm out.
He let go of the softening length. His own was throbbing, so he grasped it and started jerking himself off in earnest. Goten’s hand quickly covered his, and he climaxed nearly at once at the combination of both of their touches.
The third-class was getting his bearings back, while at the same time, doing his best not to let the lapels of his shirt press against the mess on Trunks’ stomach. With shaky arms, he pushed himself away and kneeled between the prince’s thighs. Trunks’ spent sex was nestled between them, glistening with both of their fluids. Goten was far from the expert but it seemed to be of average size, and it had certainly felt nice in his hand. The purple path of hair starting at the lower stomach and bushing out at the crotch looked quite exotic.
“Done with your inspection?”
Goten’s eyes left the other man’s crotch to meet his questioning look. “Yup,” he said, grinning.
“Is it to your satisfaction?”
“So far so good.”
Trunks’ knee dug against the third-class’s side in reproach. “Let’s go wash up,” he said, sliding his index finger over the slimy puddle on his stomach. He raised the dripping finger into the air, right in front of Goten’s face. He laughed when the other man gave him a disgusted look.
Goten clambered off the sofa and held his hand out. The prince was about to grasp it with his slippery fingers, but the third-class was having none of that and grabbed him by his wrist, yanking him up and out of the sofa.
“Ow.”
“Go to the shower before it all runs down onto the floor,” Goten said, watching the gooey mess make its way down Trunks’ stomach and the front of his thighs.
Trunks stepped into the bathroom with the other man in tow. He flicked on the lights and quickly showed Goten around. The bathroom still smelled of plaster, tiling grout, and solvent. The third-class had seen most of the new bathrooms in the officers’ barracks, and this one was one of the biggest. It was still mostly bare, except for a bar of soap on the edge of the washbasin and a towel on the warm heater.
They got under the shower. Neither of them had any doubts about what showering together would result in, thus Goten wasn’t at all surprised when the prince’s arms wrapped around his midsection from behind, Trunks’ body pressed against his back and ass. The base of his tail was squished between their bodies, but it had never occurred to him to move it or protest in any way. Lips pressed against his wet shoulder, and Goten nearly sighed in pleasure. He lowered his head while the warm water from the shower head flowed over his hair and down the front of his body. His already rather long hair flattened against his scalp, so he brushed it out of his eyes and behind his ears.
Trunks’ right hand let go of Goten’s waist to grab the bar of soap from the washbasin. He pulled Goten away from under the water spray, and he pressed the soap against the third-class’s lower stomach. Then he slid it down to rub between his thighs while his other hand lathered the soap into the younger man’s skin. After that, he pushed Goten back under the stream to rinse the soap off his cock and balls.
Since the third-class had already showered before running to the officers’ barracks, he didn’t have enough patience for the rest of the procedure. He snatched the soap from Trunks’ hand and turned to face him. He had half-intended to turn it all into a seductive play, but it didn’t exactly go that way. He took his task of washing the prince seriously, starting with the uncanny mess on his stomach, then moving on to his shoulders and the rest of his front. After that, he made Trunks turn away and lathered his hair. It had mostly regrown to the length Goten had first seen the prince with, and the third-class suspected that the soap was going to turn it into an unbrushable haystack just like his turned into after he used soap. Perhaps this soap was of better quality.
“Do you have any tail shampoo?” he asked while washing Trunks’ back. The purple tail was already dripping wet. Goten usually used common shampoo or soap for his own, because he was either too lazy to switch or just never had the right one. Nonetheless, a tail was a very sensitive part of the body and condemning a royal one to go through such a crude treatment seemed to be rather outrageous.
The prince turned sideways. “Don’t give me that.”
Goten raised his head to meet the prince’s eyes. They weren’t angry; what Goten saw in them was closer to a plea. At first, the third-class didn’t know how to react, but then he smiled.
“Is it wrong if I want it smooth and silky?” he said, seizing the lavender tail at the base and brushing along its length up to its tip. He felt it jerk in his hand, Trunks’ palm resting against the tiled wall. He let out a low, confused hiss. Surprised by his reaction, Goten let go of the tail. Neither he nor Reyn had touched each other’s tails much, as it would usually send them into mating frenzy straight away. Yet, it normally took more than just a simple brush to cause a response like that. He wasn’t certain Trunks liked it.
“No, it’s not wrong,” Trunks said, his tail moving further away from Goten. “But, in that case, you shall use the shampoo as well.” Goten gave him a sheepish look, and he sighed. “You don’t have any, do you?”
Goten shrugged. He pointed at his hair. “I didn’t really need any earlier, and to have one for just the tail is…meh.”
“I’ll give you some later,” Trunks said, turning away to face the tiled wall again, fully expecting Goten to continue with his bathing.
The tail was out of his way, its tip wrapped around Trunks’ lower arm. Goten wondered if the defensive action was conscious. In any case, he decided to leave the tail alone for now. His fingers slid up Trunks’ back, then down again. He moved his hands lower to his waist, then even lower to squeeze the twin globes in appreciation – firm and muscled and, surprisingly, rather round. After a few more squeezes, he spread them apart with his thumbs. The prince leaned forward, planting his palms against the cool tiles, and it was all the permission Goten needed. In fact, it was a very blunt invitation.
With his thumb, the third-class rubbed over the tempting hole. It twitched, and he circled it again. He wondered what they could use as a lubricant, but nothing except saliva came to his mind, as he didn’t even want to think about abandoning his spoils even for a moment. Not ceasing to rub over the entrance, he stuck his other thumb into his mouth and removed it only when it was dripping with saliva. He pressed it against the hole and pushed, slipping it in. Watching the folds of the ring spasm around his finger, he pumped it in and out. In a few moments, it loosened, and he rolled his thumbs, stretching the skin even more. It was soft now, the heat building up around his finger while he rubbed.
The third-class was already aching, waiting to just slip his cock inside that obviously welcoming heat. He removed his thumb and held his hand out under the shower to wash it off. After that he stuck two fingers into his mouth and wetted them as best as he could with saliva. He slipped them back into the waiting hole. Rubbing and stretching, he pumped them in and out.
Mesmerized, Goten watched muscles ripple and spasm on Trunks’ back while he fingered him. In tune with the spasms, an occasional grunt would leave his mouth. The prince was quite close now: his breath had become more labored, and the back of his neck and shoulders had colored bright red. For the last time, Goten shoved his fingers as deep as he could and pulled them out. At the loss of the stimulation, Trunks let out a protesting growl. The demanding sound made Goten shiver, and he pressed himself to the ass in front of him. He leaned over to whisper into Trunks ear: “Tell me what you want.”
With his eyebrows raised, Trunks panted at the wall. He swiveled his hips against the hardness pressed between his cheeks. Then he turned around and grabbed Goten’s dick.
“I want this in me,” he said, tugging at it. He was about to add something more, but Goten spun him around, bent him over, and gave him exactly what he had asked for. The dick sliding into him made him groan in satisfaction at the way it stretched him. A thought at the back of his head whispered that, perhaps, they should have used a condom, but then Goten started thrusting in earnest and all coherent thought left his head. He came in about twenty seconds after Goten first pushed in. Lightheaded, he could vaguely feel Goten straining against him, his breath harsh and shallow.
Cursing softly, the third-class pulled out. Trunks turned around, and he was engulfed by the woozy blue look in his eyes. And then he couldn’t help himself: he grabbed a handful of wet, purple hair and smashed their mouths together. The prince, still unsteady and too satisfied to do much of anything, opened his mouth submissively and let him do what he wanted. That left the third-class even more frustrated. He bent down, hooked his arms under Trunks’ knees and lifted. With a startled yelp, the prince grabbed at his shoulders for support. His mouth opened even further in protest when he felt Goten’s cock blindly push against his hole again, but it was too late, and he could only try to relax when it breached him and kept sliding deeper. Still too sensitive after his orgasm, he kept shivering and spasming around it.
Goten felt the sting of sharp nails on his shoulders while Trunks took deep breaths, trying to accommodate him anew. He nuzzled the prince’s neck in encouragement and, slowly, started thrusting.
Only after he had come and his breath evened out, thoughts that he shouldn’t have come inside, or this position hadn’t been a good idea entered his mind. They were lucky that neither of them had slipped on the wet floor.
“Ugh, sorry I came inside,” Goten muttered, pulling out.
Trunks shrugged. Goten bent down, and he lowered his legs to the tiled floor. His step was shaky. Nobody had ever come inside him, and he had no idea what to expect. A hurting stomach? Diarrhea? Both?
His questions were answered soon after the two of them took a shower anew. Something started burbling and gurgling in his stomach, and he chased Goten out of the bathroom. When it seemed that he was finally done, he joined Goten in the bedroom, but the third-class was already asleep.
ooOoOoOoo
The pleasant dream was interrupted by the realization that there was something moving in his ass.
“Awake?” Goten chuckled.
Trunks blinked at the headboard, then turned his head to look at Goten behind him, whose hand was between his thighs with two fingers up his ass. There were a few things Trunks felt like saying, but none of them could deny the fact that he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. With a content sigh, he turned away to face the headboard again. His insides felt warm and very slippery, which indicated that Goten had managed to locate the lubricant in one of the drawers. He must have slept like the dead not to wake up to him moving about, which was surprising.
“You know,” Trunks muttered, “if we still have some time till six, we can also fuck on my desk, the carpet, and the fridge.”
A little confused, Goten’s eyes left the prince’s backside to stare at the back of his head. He didn’t understand whether this was a joke, or if the man was serious.
“I don’t think I have that much stamina,” the third-class muttered finally.
“You could have fooled me. Put it in already.”
“Turn around?”
Trunks, however, raised himself on all fours. Goten pushed in. It felt much better than yesterday in the bathroom, and he sighed in pleasure. A similar sigh left the prince’s mouth, and, in response, Goten’s hands gripped his thighs much firmer. He started moving, slowly at first, but it seemed that Trunks was comfortable enough to handle much more, and he set a faster pace.
Trunks’ fingers gripped at the bedding underneath him. His mind had already started to cloud. He wanted to touch himself in the front too but knew that it would only take a few strokes to push him over the edge. He licked his lips, wondering if Goten was close. The other man was keeping a steady pace: neither going faster nor slowing down. A part of him still couldn’t grasp the fact that it was Goten’s cock drilling his ass. There was something a bit off with his sensations. Perhaps he had expected it all to be a little different. Perhaps he hadn’t even known what to expect. Or perhaps he needed some time to digest it all. One would think that those couple of days that they had spent apart should have been enough.
Blinking sweat out of his eyes, Trunks stared at the pillow in front of his face. He was meeting Goten’s thrusts and could feel the familiar burn start at the pit of his stomach. Goten had obviously sensed this, and his hand wrapped around his leaking member. The double pleasure required only a few seconds to make him orgasm.
Panting, the prince turned his head away from the pillow to draw in less labored breaths. At some point Goten had pulled out of him, and now he could feel wetness cooling on his back. At least he didn’t forget to pull out this time.
Sated, Goten dropped on his back next to Trunks. The look of utter bliss on his face made the prince chuckle. He had missed sex as well. He had forgotten how delightful of an activity it could be.
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks blinked his eyes open at the noise that had breached his enthralling dreamland. It was, for some reason, very bright in the bedroom. It took him a moment to recognize the bedroom as his new lodgings in the officers’ barracks. Someone was prowling about in the other room. He sat up in the bed and looked around for something heavy to throw.
“Goten!” a hiss came again. “Are you here? Hey, Goten! Fuck this shit! Bardock!”
The prince’s eyes went to the bedroom door where the lecturer in ki attacks appeared. For a few moments, they stared at each other.
“Your High- Sir!” Ardema saluted awkwardly. His eyes went to the third-class sleeping in the prince’s bed and narrowed. “Bardock!” he hissed again.
Trunks nudged Goten in the ribs.
“Mm? Wh-what? Mm?” the third-class mumbled into the pillow. He dug deeper into the bedding not showing any intention of getting up.
“I think we’ve overslept,” Trunks muttered, still not sure how both of them could have missed the morning sirens. “Hurry up, will you!” And why was the elite here?
“Someone has broken the door in the new kitchens, and the shaii wants to see him,” Ardema answered the questioning look in the prince’s eyes. He looked around, taking the spacious bedroom in. “He’s also three hours late for work,” he added a little reproachfully. “Well, at least he has an alibi.” He ducked his head to avoid the glare the prince sent his way. “Of course, my mouth’s sealed Your Hi- Sir.”
Goten’s eyes shot open, he suddenly wide awake in shock. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fucking fuck!” He stumbled out of the bed. “Three hours?! How the fuck did this…? Sir?” Confused, he stared at Ardema, then redness exploded all over his face and chest, and he set on looking around for his clothes.
Ardema’s eyes left Goten’s dangly bits at the front and concentrated on the ceiling instead. The elite kept trying to school his face into a neutral expression but could feel that he was failing. He chortled. Well, good for them. Apparently, Goten had painted the situation in much darker colors than it was in the reality.
“Would you mind getting the fuck out of here?” the prince told Ardema. “He’ll see the shaii in a few minutes.”
“Uh. Yes, Sir!”
TBC
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