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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
- 72
- 73
- 74
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 73
Trunks awoke to Goten’s voice calling him. He turned towards the sound.
“The siren went off a few moments ago.”
From between the sheets, Trunks blinked at him sleepily, then nodded. Goten was already dressed in his uniform. Somewhere inside the prince’s woozy head formed an idea that he should get an alarm clock. But what would be the use of it if he wasn’t even able to hear the bloody siren?
“You alright?”
It took a couple of seconds for the prince to remember the possible reasons behind the question. Together with the memory of his limp dick and the weird fatigue, his face exploded red.
“Ugh,” he grunted, pressing his burning face against the cool spot on the pillow. He exhaled into it, instantly warming it up. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Goten didn’t seem to be convinced, but let it go. Trunks watched him walk out of the bedroom, then heard a tap open and mugs being filled. While Goten’s back was turned to him, he moved the covers aside and glanced down at his proud morning wood. Well, at least one problem had only been temporary.
Soon the third-class was back with water, holding one mug out for him. Goten emptied his greedily and went to refill it. The third-class was obviously hungover.
“Serves you right,” Trunks muttered quietly.
“I heard that.”
Even after having spent most of his life amongst Saiyans, Trunks still couldn’t get used to the fact that their hearing was at least three times better than that of an average Human. Goten had heard him mumble even through the sound of running water.
“Serves you right!” the prince repeated, louder this time. The past few days had been strange. He didn’t quite grasp or understand what he felt or what was going on. There were so many conflicting emotions inside him that all of it had turned into a mess.
From the doorway, Goten gave him a look, then walked over to the bed. He put his mug down onto the bedside cabinet and sat down next to Trunks. The prince sat up to face him.
“I’m sorry about this,” Trunks apologized again, gingerly touching the third-class’s lip with his thumb. “Looks painful.”
Goten’s tongue flicked over the thumb, and Trunks’ breath caught in his throat. “I’ll make sure you have no reason to be so upset ever again.” The look of mixed surprise, embarrassment, and delight on the prince’s face made him smile. He kissed the thumb that was still pressed against his lips. “I’m afraid I have to go now, or Kyon will again accuse me of using connections. See you in the evening.”
Trunks caught him by his arm as he stood up. “Just punch someone and you’ll be sent to my office. We can talk then.”
The third-class blinked at the serious look on the prince’s face. Then he chuckled and kissed him on his lips. “I’ll try not to.”
The door closed behind Goten, and Trunks heard the third-class converse with the Royal Guards. The voices quieted down quickly, and he lay down again, closing his eyes and relaxing back into the bedding. He should have informed his bodyguards about Goten. Yet, it was apparent now that all of them already knew what the deal was.
Good for them, because he didn’t. If he were completely honest with himself, he had to admit that he was freaking out. He didn’t know how much of it was because of Goten or himself. There was a mess in his head, and he didn’t know what had caused it. Perhaps everything had happened too fast. He had been courting Goten for a long time and now, when things were finally happening, this relationship, everything changed. Goten immediately took it as a given and was going with the flow again, which was very typical of the third-class.
What Trunks didn’t understand was how Goten was able to switch from Dueri to him so quickly and easily. He was happy and even grateful for that, really, but how in the universe did that work? The thing that was freaking him out the most was the fact that now it was Goten who was in control. Their roles had reversed. Now, the third-class was the one with experience. What was more, he was a freaking Legendary! The being that everyone had idolized for about a millennium.
Trunks hadn’t ever been in a relationship before. He didn’t understand how Goten could be so at ease. Was this normal? He wasn’t able to keep up with the third-class. He was still stupidly obsessed with Goten, lusted after him like crazy, easily got jealous of him, yet now all of it overwhelmed him. He hadn’t even been able to get it up yesterday.
In spite of all his worries about their differences, Goten had easily promised to be faithful. Could he trust the third-class, who, very likely, hadn’t even given it much thought? Trunks wondered why he hadn’t been bothered so much before and had to admit that the answer was obvious – he hadn’t exactly expected this thing between himself and Goten to ever work out. He had wanted it to work out, had been desperate for it to work out, and yet it hadn’t seemed possible. And suddenly – wham! He had Goten in his arms, fucking his ass. This was kind of crazy. In a good way, but still crazy.
The prince rolled out of bed. He wished he could just take a day off. Yet, contrary to what he had told his father, his new position as a taisa demanded more of him than when he had been a shaii. He still had to make himself familiar with an enormous amount of documentation and the duties this promotion entailed. There wasn’t anyone here who could help him out, either.
He quickly showered, dressed, brushed his still wet hair, and tied it into a ponytail. The desert heat outside was going to dry it in ten minutes. He took one more look at himself in the bathroom mirror, found himself presentable and went into the corridor to put his boots on. While pulling them on, he suddenly realized that his stomach had settled down; the bloaty gurgling and churning feeling was no more. Absently, he pressed his palm to his finally calm stomach and rubbed lightly, ruffling his shirt. His thoughts then went to Almanda Grendal and Kakarott Bardock. He hadn’t had time to discuss the situation with Goten but could easily guess what the third-class’s thoughts were. He had heard enough of Goten’s drunk rambling yesterday. The two were selfish and irresponsible assholes. Almanda, the elite female with an influential father, was used to having things always go her way. But Kakarott… How dense can one be? From what he understood, they were going to keep the baby. What were they going to do if the tail was completely brown? Kakarott wouldn’t even be allowed to acknowledge the baby. If he did, he would be sentenced to death. Were they going to paint the kid’s tail for the rest of its life and lie that its father died in war? Was Almanda going to find some elite and talk him into pretending that the kid was his? Was Kakarott going to occasionally visit them? Officially, he was a third-class. He wouldn’t be allowed anywhere close to an elite female.
Trunks clicked his tongue at himself. As if that had ever stopped him from pursuing Goten. He was being a hypocrite. But how did the two even meet? Must have been in Bruminan Station. Goten had mentioned something about his father being there. He could also remember Almanda being sent to Earth. They must have taken the same ship. Crazy stuff. What was the head of National Security going to do about his daughter having a Legendary third-class bastard kid? Crazy, crazy shit. Trunks patted his stomach, glad that he couldn’t get himself into even more of a mess than he was in now.
He left his apartment. For a moment, he stood next to the closed door while blindly staring at one of his bodyguards.
“Sir?”
The prince’s eyes rose from the armored chest of his bodyguard to meet a questioning gaze. “I need you to find out something.” The bodyguard nodded. What was his name? Maraka Aibus? Trunks wondered for a moment then gave up. Currently, there were simply too many things to remember. “Trace the whereabouts of Almanda Grendal starting this year up till now. I want a complete report on where she went, which ship docked, who she slept with. Everything.”
The bodyguard was giving him an uncertain look, yet, after a moment of hesitation, nodded. “Will be done, Sir.”

Trunks could understand his reluctance. It was not every day that one was ordered to investigate the daughter of the head of National Security. The guard would have to explain who had given him the orders to be able to access the needed information. Oh well.
The prince went to have breakfast. The canteen was almost empty, the savars already helping with the base restoration. There were only two people inside: Ardema and Ardo. The two were sitting at the same table, but the atmosphere didn’t seem to be friendly. Nor did it feel particularly relaxing. Trunks had seen the two Elites interact earlier and was of the opinion that the shaii was the one seeking out some sort of comradeship with the lecturer in ki-attacks, while Ardema merely tolerated him. Trunks could understand both of their sentiments. Ardema struck everyone as a strong, reliable, no-nonsense type and commanded respect. Once fully powered-up, he was truly scary. In general, people liked him even after he had gotten himself a second-class lover, which was impressive. The shaii, meanwhile, if one listened to Goten’s opinion, was one sleazy drunkard, who didn’t know his right from his left. Trunks had humored the third-class by agreeing, but the fact was that one didn’t become a shaii while not knowing right from left. Unless one was either rich, or someone’s protégé, or both. And he had checked the shaii’s background, and the man was none of those. Trunks had a feeling that Ardo Marbus had something in store for the entire base.
Against his better judgement, the prince joined the two elites at their table. Since they were already on rather familiar terms, having spent some time sparing and conversing, not to mention the bedroom incident the previous morning, Ardema greeted him naturally and offered a good-natured smile, which the prince automatically answered. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder whether Ardema was after Goten or not. Ardo, meanwhile, visibly tensed, shot to his feet and saluted. The sour cream he was having with his pancakes splattered on the table when his hurriedly lowered spoon fell off his plate. The lecturer in ki attacks glared at the mess on the table reproachfully.
“At ease,” Trunks said. “Let’s skip the formalities in the canteen, shall we?”
“Uh. Yes, Sir!” Ardo said, sitting down. He looked around for something to wipe the cream off the table. Finding nothing, he tore a piece of his pancake and scooped the cream up. He pushed everything into his mouth and chewed.
Things worked a little differently in the Saiyan society than amongst Humans. Saiyans respected and bowed to strength. The stronger one was, the more powerful they became in a sense of money and status. From time immemorial, strength in a battle meant survival and, in turn, spoils of war. Saiyans, just as Humans, got jealous of each other, but they feared and respected strength. With time, Humans had toned down the need for physical strength by creating resourceful weapons. The Saiyan society, meanwhile had, more or less, remained the same. The stronger one was, the more respect they gained. Currently, the most powerful Saiyan was the Legendary, both of them. Then, in second place, came House Vegeta. Trunks couldn’t stop thinking about it.
ooOoOoOoo
“What are you doing?”
“Writing a report to National Security about your daily activities.”
Goten laughed at first, then realized that Kyon wasn’t joking. Curious, he leaned over his roommate’s shoulder. There were rows and rows of text, the page almost full.
“And what have I been doing recently?”
“A very good job at resurrecting the base,” he said, and Goten’s face suddenly lit up in excitement. “Just like all of us,” he added, as he was certain that Goten was already dreaming of a pay raise. As if. “Shall I include your visit to the women’s barracks?” he couldn’t help biting out just to see that overly content grin slip.
“How do you know about that?”
“Oh, c’mon. Half of the base saw you follow Almanda. Then the other half saw you leave at night and follow the prince to his apartment.”
The third-class grunted in disbelief. “Why the fuck isn’t anyone sleeping at night? One would think they’d be dead tired after working their asses off on the construction projects.”
“Says the guy fucking two people at once.”
“Uhh… Now, that’s a misunderstanding.” Goten scratched the back of his head awkwardly. It was no wonder Trunks socked him. Not only did he make him jealous, but also made him look bad in front of the others. A prince could certainly do better than bed a two-timing, second-class asshole. “Hn…” Goten muttered, staring at the back of Kyon’s head. “Shit.”
Kyon turned to stare at him. “So did he really find you in the female barracks?”
“Yeah…” Goten touched his lip, which had almost healed. He grinned at the hazy memory. “He got jealous.”
“He did that?” Kyon asked, looking at his lip. “Lucky you. If it had been me, I’d have made it look more painful than a bug bite. Would have tried to break your jaw, or at least knock out a tooth or two.”
“I told you it’s a misunderstanding. I’m not sleeping with Almanda. She’s actually pregnant with…my father’s kid.”
His roommate blinked at him. “What?”
“She’s carrying my brother or sister. Well, half-brother or half-sister.”
Kyon was still staring at him, not sure whether it was a lie or the truth. “Oh fuck,” he said finally.
“And fuck they did,” Goten confirmed grimly.
“What are they going to do with the kid? Where…? Does your father…? Is he stupid or what? What is Almanda going to do? Is it…? He…”
“Yeah…” Goten drawled, nodding at the mindless tirade spilling from Kyon’s mouth. “That’s what I’m planning to ask him once I get my hands on him.”
That would probably prove to be difficult. They had split, each going their own way, and while his father knew perfectly well that he was back on the base, he could only guess that Kakarott had returned to his own routine. Whatever that routine was. Kakarott hadn’t ever told him. In any case, they were going to see each other during the wedding ceremony. He would be pissed as hell if they didn’t invite him.
“How is your family doing?” he asked Kyon. “Got any messages from them?”
Kyon shook his head. “I didn’t. But Ranvera checked their whereabouts a week ago, and my mom is fine. Not sure about two of my brothers, though.”
Goten patted him on his head. “Let’s just hope that they’re still celebrating somewhere deep in a bar.”
Kyon grunted. “If they actually are, they’ll wish they’d died in the front lines once I get to them.”
“How old are they again?”
“Fifteen and sixteen.”
Goten whistled. “I bet you won’t see them for two more months.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Chuckling, Goten turned to go. “They’ll return once they run out of money. Need to take a shower.”
“Going to his apartment again?”
“Yeah. Need to discuss a few things.”
Kyon’s eyebrows rose and he snorted. “That’s an interesting way to describe sex.”
“Oh, we’ll do that too. At least I hope we will this time.”
There was a slight worry heard in Goten’s voice that made Kyon wonder. Yet, he didn’t want to pry into the budding relationship. Besides, he was a bit envious; Ranvera was being an asshole again.
“Just make sure to be a bit more discreet than your visit to the female barracks. The elites are gonna tear your balls off.”
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks entered his apartment and stopped dead in his tracks. There was someone inside. He hadn’t let go of the door handle yet, so he stepped back into the corridor, turning to his bodyguard. He opened his mouth to demand an explanation, then closed it.
“Your Highness? Is something wrong?”
Feeling like an idiot, the prince stepped back into his apartment and closed the door in the perplexed guard’s face.
Goten was now standing in the middle of the living room, having left the sofa in order to greet him. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Trunks greeted back, bending down to take his boots off. He walked into the room, shrugging off his jacket. There was probably some tense expression on his face, as Goten was giving him a wary look.
“You don’t want me to come here when you’re out?”
Goten sounded confused and somewhat hurt. The prince shook his head quickly. “I was just surprised.”
“Doesn’t seem like it was a nice surprise…”
Trunks closed the wardrobe. He wasn’t certain whether it was or wasn’t. He didn’t like his privacy invaded. But it wasn’t that he didn’t like Goten being here either. There just had to be some boundaries, some control that he kept losing. He turned to Goten.
“I was just surprised,” he repeated.
“Why? We agreed that we needed to talk, and it’s not like we can talk in the barracks with my roommates hanging around.”
This was ridiculous. Trunks motioned at the sofa. “Sit down. Want something?” Then he saw that Goten had already helped himself to a can of beer from the fridge. It was out in the open now, standing on the table at the sink, the condensing droplets on its sides running down and pooling into a puddle on his pristinely clean table surface.
Goten followed the prince’s gaze. It suddenly became very clear to him that he wasn’t welcome here.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Trunks started in surprise. “What? No, I don’t.” He sighed and sat down next to Goten, leaning back into the sofa. “Listen, to be honest, I’m a little…” He was struggling how to put what he was feeling into words.
“Have you changed your mind and now are regretting the whole thing?”
Trunks glared at him. “No! Shut up and let me explain. It’s… I think I’m a little bit overwhelmed. Everything’s kind of happening very fast. It’s not a bad thing, probably, but… I’m just a bit…freaking out at the moment? I think I want us to slow down a bit.”
Goten looked at him, confused. If Trunks had been more versed in differentiating scents, he would have noticed how the third-class kept switching from confused to angry and then back again. Then his scent settled on utter bafflement and embarrassment. The only thing, however, that Trunks noticed was Goten’s face turning red.
The third-class nodded slowly. “Alright,” he said, having no idea why he had said that since nothing was alright. He felt like a complete and utter idiot for having risked so much just for a fling. Trunks had never promised anything different, yet he, like the idiot he was, had presumed that…
“Stop, stop,” Trunks said, putting his hands up at the look on Goten’s face. “You’re clearly misunderstanding something. I’m just saying that I need a little bit more time to… I don’t know… To process it all? To get used to this?” he offered with a motion at Goten and then himself.
“Get used to what exactly?” the third-class asked carefully.
“To having you around!” Trunks spat, his face turning red just as Goten’s was a few moments ago.
The third-class stared at him, his brain working overtime. “Oh,” he said finally. “Oooh,” he repeated, wondering how he could not have realized it at once. He had seen and felt how reserved Trunks acted with everyone, and how he received the exact same mistrustful treatment back. The eager aggressiveness with which the prince pursued him had misguided him. He thought back to the beginning of his and Reyn’s relationship. It had been building up slowly, he not even aware that Reyn had been courting him from nearly day one. The start of their relationship had been awkward at first, but he didn’t remember that he had been rushed into things. Perhaps, he couldn’t remember or hadn’t even noticed or cared, or Reyn had just been too smooth. The thing was that Reyn and he, they had had an understanding of some sorts. Something that Trunks and he lacked, and which was making the other man insecure and mistrustful.
Goten nodded slowly. “I think I understand. You’re freaking out, but you still want us to be together, right?”
Trunks’ lips twitched, forming an involuntary smile. “Yes.”
“Good. Then, what do you want us to be?”
Goten was staring right at him and, even more embarrassed, Trunks directed his look past the third-class’s right shoulder. “Lovers,” he said.
Goten nodded again. “I want the same. We can’t announce it officially, but, between the two of us, this is the kind of relationship I’ve wanted from the start. I understand that you don’t trust me much, and I can see why. Yet, as I said this morning, you are the only one. I, however, expect the same courtesy.”
Speechless, Trunks could only nod. “Uh. Yes. Of course,” he mumbled finally. He had never expected Goten to be so…direct. It was so surprising that he started to feel foolish.
“So…” the third-class drawled wistfully. “Slowing down… How do you imagine that?”
Trunks shrugged. He wasn’t even certain what he meant by that. He just felt that there were too many things going on at once. They’d already had sex a couple of times, Goten fucking him like there was no tomorrow. How did one slow that kind of thing down? Besides, he didn’t want to stop having sex. No way in hell. Then, what exactly bothered him?
“Are you, perhaps, still bothered about Reyn?” Goten wondered, and then nearly laughed out loud at the dumbstruck look on the prince’s face; it seemed that he had hit the nail right on the head. Then he noted how the prince’s eyes narrowed at him. Uh-oh.
“Yeah, it bothers me!” Trunks snapped angrily. “Reyn, Kyon, Ardema, Ranvera, Almanda, and whoever else roams the universe! You seem to switch so easily. You and Reyn had been pretty tight when I saw you last. How is it that you were able to drop him so easily?”
“Do you really want to go down this path? I picked you over him, and that should be enough for you to realize that no matter how much I liked him, you mean more to me.”
“It actually makes me think that you’re rather fickle.”
Goten’s dark eyes suddenly went ablaze. “Fickle?” he spat. “Seriously? Fickle? Fuck you! You were the one who kept talking me into dumping him, and now you call me ‘fickle’?”
“Well, you did dump him!”
“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Goten yelled at the other man. “I can’t fucking believe this!”
“Argh!” Trunks groaned. He covered his face with his palms and rubbed. “I’m sorry. Let’s just drop this. I’m not making any sense. I know it’s stupid, but it’s been bothering me all this time. Just forget it.”
“You’re seriously freaking out.”
“I told you I was!”
Goten inhaled a few times in order to calm his nerves down. “Okay. Listen, it’s really not in my plans to fuck you just for the hell of it and then to move on to the next target. I know a lot of people on the base think that about me, but it’s utter nonsense. Besides, I wouldn’t risk my life just because of some random fling!”
“I know, Goten,” Trunks muttered. “Gods, I know all of that. Don’t forget I was there when you were still a virgin. It’s just that… Just give me a few days to process it all. Jesus, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation…”
The third-class stared at the palms covering Trunks’ embarrassed face. “Apparently, we’re having it a little bit too late,” he said. “Would have saved you all this trouble. Who is ‘Jesus’?”
“Ugh. One of the Terran gods. Err…a son of one? Part of the god itself? Uh. Himself? I don’t think they’ve fully agreed on whether it’s male or female, the god that is.”
“Sounds confusing as hell.”
“It’s one of the main religions back there.”
“Right. So, can I ask you what you want to do now? Or is best for me to leave for today?”
“Uh. No, don’t leave.”
“Okay. Then what do we do?”
The meaningful look with a naughtily raised lavender eyebrow made Goten chuckle; he had worried for nothing – sex was back on the menu. He reached out to the other man’s face to cup it and leaned in for a kiss. Trunks met him halfway, their mouths joining. Goten’s tongue slipped inside his, and the prince’s eyelids slid shut. A few moments later, Trunks felt himself being maneuvered backwards into the sofa, his back sliding down and sideways. Goten’s hands slipped under his shirt to stroke his sides and chest. The warm fingers teased his skin then moved south to work on his belt.
“Mm…” Goten breathed into the other man’s mouth appreciatively. “You’re much more interested today.” With the back of his knuckles, he brushed over the hard length inside his trousers. Proving his point, his dick tented the fabric even more.
Trunks’ eyes opened to give the third-class a blue-eyed glare. “I don’t know, perhaps it’s because that today you don’t smell like Almanda?”
“Ouch.”
“Let’s move it to the bed,” Trunks said suddenly. He tried to wriggle out from where Goten had him pinned, but the third-class didn’t even budge, pushing him down again. Goten’s grip was firm, pressing the prince’s shoulders deeper into the sofa, his entire bodyweight suddenly upon him. Trunks couldn’t help a soft moan escaping his mouth.
“This excites you,” Goten said, surprised, since he had actually expected Trunks to protest against the playful treatment and try to wrestle him. He pushed back at the prince even harder and saw his eyes glaze over with lust. This was interesting, and he hadn’t noticed it before. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Trunks felt insecure, thinking that he might abuse the control he had over him. He would never.
Trunks felt his face blush, but, then, he had already been flushed with the anticipation of sex. Goten figured out that he liked it a bit rough. So what? Shit. It was both embarrassing and exciting. He was so hard, his dick throbbing. All he wanted now was for Goten to flip him over and shove his cock inside him. He would probably bleed to death, though. Or get hemorrhoids.
“Let’s move it to the bed,” the prince repeated, panting. “The lubricant and condoms are in the top drawer.”
Goten’s grip on his arms loosened. He leaned away a little and started taking his shirt off. “You want it badly, don’t you?” he muttered, grinning at the man underneath him. Then, he lowered his head, took the right earlobe in his mouth and sucked. Trunks’ body shivered against his. He could swear he felt the other man’s nipples harden and press against him through the shirt. Goten’s dick twitched in response, and he ground his hips against Trunks’.
“Goten!”
The third-class let out a shuddery chuckle. Yet, if he teased Trunks even more, he himself was going to come in his underwear. The scent coming off Trunks’ bare skin was so strong that it was making his head swim and his cock leak. It was different from anything else Goten had ever smelled. It was an unusual blend of musky, sexual desire and something sharply sweet. While Goten was familiar with many variations of the first layer of the scent that any healthy Saiyan male could easily recognize, he wasn’t able to decipher what the rest of the scent meant. It was also vastly different from the prince’s usual tranquil scent that he was used to. Perhaps, it didn’t mean anything at all and was exclusive only to Trunks in a certain situation at a certain time.
Goten rubbed his nose against the other man’s throat and inhaled for the second time. The scent went straight to his groin again. He had no idea what it meant, yet he loved it all the same. Grunting, he pushed himself off Trunks, then helped the prince to his feet. Both of them were hard and their short walk to the bedroom was rather awkward. Once next to the bed, Goten got out of his uncomfortable trousers and underwear and tossed them onto the nearest chair.
Trunks was already on the mattress, his shirt dangling on his right wrist while he was unsuccessfully trying to unbutton the cuff. He had already gotten rid of his unzipped trousers on his way to the bedroom. Goten climbed into the bed after him, his hands reaching out to the waistband of Trunks’ boxers. Still fighting his shirt, Trunks raised his hips to help Goten get them off. The prince wiggled out of them, and the third-class discarded them somewhere behind himself. Meanwhile, Trunks emerged victorious from the fight with the sleeve and reached out for Goten’s head. The third-class bent down, the prince’s hands finding purchase in his jet-black hair and bringing their mouths into a hurried kiss.
They broke apart quickly, Goten’s right hand slipping in between their naked bodies to gasp Trunks’ cock. Stroking leisurely, he enjoyed the look on Trunks’ face. He truly loved watching him. The prince’s body was pliant underneath him, his lavender-colored tail drooping limply at his side. He knew he could do anything he wanted to the man in front of him. Just like back then, almost a year ago on the roof. Trunks was aroused and willing and smelled exactly the same as back then.
Goten had to force himself to let go of his prize. Dazed, with a raging hard-on, he shifted to the bedside cabinet. The lubricant was in the first drawer. The prince needn’t have reminded him as Goten had discovered and effectively used it on his first night in the apartment.
“Do you prefer topping or bottoming?” he asked, checking the drawers. “We somehow never discussed it.”
Trunks lifted himself on his elbows to watch him search. “For some reason, I thought you’d be happier with me choosing the latter.”
Smiling, with the tube of lubricant in his hand, the third-class turned to him. “To be honest, I am happy with either as long as we get to fuck.”
The prince chuckled. “Same here. But, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you topped.”
“Sure.”
It went quickly after that. Only a few seconds passed after Goten had retrieved the gel from the drawer and his fingers were already sliding into the other man, stretching and lubricating him. There was something incredibly hot about Trunks on his back, sprawled in front of him with his legs spread apart. He could hardly wait to get his dick in between them and into that warm hole. As soon as he felt the muscles around his fingers loosen, he pulled his fingers out, wiped them on a tissue he had readied beforehand, and grabbed one of the shiny packets from the drawer. He had a condom on his dick in seven seconds flat.
Trying to relax, Trunks took a deep breath, and felt it slide into him. The length went in quite easily, not causing the discomfort he had expected to experience. It still felt a little too thick and strange, but that was how it always felt at the beginning. He shifted a little to adjust the angle and to try and make it feel more natural. Goten took it as a cue and started with slow and very short thrusts. It took about a minute or so for Trunks to get completely comfortable with the length moving inside him.
“You can go faster now,” he urged Goten on, lifting his legs so that his feet were above the third-class’s back.
The third-class shifted in an attempt to make their bodies fit better and his cock reach deeper. He resumed thrusting in a faster tempo.
“Mm! Yes. Right there.”
Goten shifted a little again, angling his cock even more. “Here?”
Trunks moaned in approval as the dick inside him hit the spot exactly the way he had wanted. “Y-Yeah. Feels great.” Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the pleasure that was starting to envelop his whole body.
The constant movement made the hair tie slide off the prince’s hair, spreading it into a lavender halo around his head. His chest was flushed with color, the nipples stood hard as rocks. Goten felt himself twitch at the sight, his backside muscles spasming. He didn’t think he could be more aroused. He slid in and out of that welcoming, hot hole, aiming exactly where Trunks had told him to. His man was about to come; he could already recognize the desperate straining against him, and the way the prince’s ass started to feel much looser. Then it suddenly tightened, clamping down on him. Trunks’ face scrunched, his teeth grinding together. His back rose a little off the bed, his nipples now so hard that it even seemed to hurt. The display lasted for a few seconds then the prince’s jaw began to unclench, and his back relaxed into the sheets. His breath still only short huffs and puffs, he opened his eyes to look at Goten above him. And then, all caution had nearly left the third-class. He growled in frustration. He was so close, but Trunks was locked around him so tightly that he was afraid he would tear something if he as much as made a tiny move.
“Let… Let me…” Trunks panted out, dazed. “Give me a moment to adjust.”
Goten nodded even though he was about to go crazy if he was made to wait at least a second longer. His balls felt painful.
“Pull out.”
Goten did the opposite, pressing his crotch against the prince’s ass even tighter. He felt Trunks tense up; it was painful for him.
“Pull out. I’ll give you head.”
Goten grunted, reaching out to wipe the sweat running down his forehead and nose. “Not possible,” he ground out. “It doesn’t matter whether I push forward or pull out, it will hurt.”
Trunks swallowed loudly. “Shit.”
“Well, this isn’t exactly the slow-down you had in mind, is it?”
The prince laughed. “Yeah, it isn’t. I still loved every second of it.”
“Feels nice. When you laugh. Makes it kinda tingle. Inside your ass, that is.”
“Shut up.”
Goten grinned. A few moments later, he felt Trunks loosing up. He attempted a couple of shallow, tentative thrusts and, in several seconds, was good to go at nearly the previous pace.
“Should I use more lubricant next time?” he panted out at Trunks, who lay patiently underneath him, his feet now unsteadily set on the mattress.
“I don’t think that was the problem. And if you use any more of it, I’ll be leaking for days.”
“Nnh. Should I use less, then? Nh. Fuck, this feels fucking incredible!”
“No. It’s all good.”
“Shit. Haah… Oh my fucking god… But…”
“Will you shut up and come already?”
Goten did come at nearly the same time when those words left Trunks’ mouth. His body frozen above the prince’s, his dick pulsing, he spurted into the condom inside the other male. A couple of moments later, he collapsed on top of Trunks. Panting, he just lay there with his eyes closed.
Trunks’ hand slid into the third-class’s hair to massage his scalp. “Feel good?”
“Amazing,” Goten muttered in a pleased sigh. Lazily, he rubbed his cheek against the prince’s chest to show his appreciation. The fingers massaging his head felt heavenly.
“You’re still inside me.”
“Yeah,” Goten agreed. “Any chance we can repeat this in about ten minutes or so?”
“It seems to me that you’ll be dead asleep in ten minutes or so.”
Goten grunted. “Can happen, yeah. Did it feel as good for you as it did for me?”
“I dare say even better.”
The third-class chuckled.
They stayed like that for a couple more minutes, just enjoying the afterglow and each other’s closeness, then Goten rolled off Trunks, discarded the condom somewhere on the floor, passed the prince a few tissues to wipe himself with and settled next to him. Just as the prince had predicted, he felt sleepy. Drowsily, he stared at the other man’s profile. Trunks looked different with his hair loose.
“Do you sometimes wish you had stayed on Earth?”
Trunks turned to see him better. They stared at each other, and he felt that he had fallen in love all over again. There were very few people who could understand him as well as Goten did. Only his mother, in fact, and even then, she sometimes missed completely what was going on in his head.
“Yes, sometimes,” he answered truthfully. “But then again, I know I would have regretted it if I had stayed.”
“Would it have made you feel as if you’d run away?” Goten mused. “Did you have a hard time on Earth too? You don’t look or act like an average Human does, do you?”
Trunks shook his head against the pillow. “No, I don’t. As a kid, I had difficulties with keeping my strength in check, and the tail freaked them out too. Not to mention me being able to fly.” He fell quiet and didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t have to. There were many things Goten could presume.
Goten shook the gloomy mood off, smiled at the prince and raised himself a little to kiss him on the shoulder. “Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here.”
Trunks returned the smile and leaned in to kiss him, gently, playfully with all the gratefulness he had.
“I want to fuck you again,” Goten informed him when their mouths parted.
Trunks rolled to his side and climbed on top of Goten. “Yeah. Fuck me again.”
TBC
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