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Slash. Au
(Very, Very AU) Probably humor.
Definitely sex. In fact the
title is a reference to sex.

Note: If you
haven�t read Hormone Therapy (YOU SHOULD HAVE) then this might be a bit
confusing for you. It would be in your
best interest to go read it.

& Of course:

I
don�t own DBZ, or all of my deranged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.

~~~~**

Goten
pulled his pants back on and was retying the drawstring when the door opened
and there was Trunks. Glaring. Angry.
But more than that�much more, because Goten could smell it�he wanted to
be here. But he wouldn�t admit it. Couldn�t.
Admitting that would be giving into something that was selfishly just
for him, something that just felt good.
He looked at him. Waited.

�Vegeta
said you weren�t afraid of dying.�

Oh,
why did he have to be a twin brother to that jerk? �And?�

�What
the hell does that have to do with anything?�

Well;
since Vegeta seemed tonk tnk that today was the day to divulge dark little
secrets, Goten wasn�t about to hold back on the secret sharing. �He is.�

�What?�

Goten
huffed. Sat on the edge of the bed, ran
a hand through his hair. Thought of how
simple things had been back when they were just trying to correct their stupid
�undoing their existence� mistake. That
had been fun. Until they realized that
they couldn�t get back home. He huffed
again and looked at Trunks. Damn
virgin. Damn Gohan for not teaching the
kid something useful. �Look, it�s basic
biology, okay? Maternal twins start out
as one egg. And for whatever reason,
the egg reproduces itself, splits and creates two. That�s Vegeta and I. We
are�or should have been�one person.
That means certain things are exactly the same and certain parts of us
are opposite. I�m not afraid of
dying. Hell; I�ve died before. But Vegeta is.�

Trunk
shifted. �Has he?�

�He
what?�

�Ever
died?�

Goten
thought about this. Considered how much
he wanted to tell the little virgin boy that had just told him to go fuck his
psychotic brother. Because Ew. He would not sleep with �Geta. For one, they would have to fight about who
got to do what. That would take days,
and then, if that fight ever ended he would actually have to sleep with
him. Ew. �Yeah,� Goten said finally, �I mean, I�ve killed him before.�

�Excuse
me?�

Shit. He really needed to remember that he was
dealing with an uptight kid who was used to dead people staying dead and didn�t
understand that sometimes things weren�t nearly as dire as they seemed, because
everything that had happened in his life was dire. �It�s no big deal,� Goten said, �He�s killed me before too.�

�What?!�

Goten
huffed. Decided that speaking obviously
wasn�t the best course of action.
Stopped to think for a moment.
Then: �Remember the biology
lesson from earlier?� Wait for the
nod. �Well take that and apply mystical
qualities. Saiyans developed a huge
system of bonding rituals. Well, number
one on that list is twins. Essentially,
�Geta and I share a life-force and a soul.
So, he can get killed in battle, and I can make him come back to
life. He�s done it to me before.�

�And
what does this have to do with fucking?�

Now
Goten was the one that was rightfully confused one. Because fucking and death had very little in common. He knew that Vegeta had probably stuck his
nose into this mess because he knew how Trunks would respond to the actual
main-event. But that didn�t explain why
Vegeta was going all �Dark Prince� with the Goten�s not afraid of death
thing. �Not much.�

Trunks
didn�t loosen up any. He didn�t move
into the room. But there was something
changing, gears shifting around in that head of his. �Would you die to kill the androids?�

�Yeah. I�ve done it before.�

And
that apparently made a huge difference inside of that pretty head. Because Trunks came across the room, grabbed
him by the shoulders and started shaking him.
�DON�T!� He yelled at him.
�DON�T you FUCKING DARE DIE!�
And Goten was getting a little seasick.
He grabbed Trunks, stopped the mindless shaking, stared at him. Thought that perhaps Vegeta had been right
all along and fucking him was a horrible idea.
Then he felt lips against his, hands moved from his shoulders to his
bare back, nails dug into skin, drew blood.

Wow. What a whirlwind.

He
felt himself turned, pulled down onto the bed, overtop of Trunks. Felt those legs open around him. The mouth tore away, blue eyes stared at
him. �Please,� he said, �Fuck me.� Panting.
Covered in sweat and dirt.
Bruised. Begging.

Goten
kissed him again. Pulled the pants off
him without undoing the buttons�Trunks was so damn thin it didn�t make a
difference anyway. Felt the hands
shoving his clothes off too, met skin to skin with the boy. Felt the shaking, the rage and the pain and
thought that what he was doing was entirely wrong. �It�ll hurt,� he said, �Not now.
Tomorrow.� Tried to warn him, to
make him understand what was going to happen, but Trunks just stared at
him. Licked his own hand, wrapped it
around Goten�s awakening erection and stroked him.

�I
don�t care,� Trunks said. �I�m not
afraid of pain.�

Goten
tried to say something, found that words couldn�t make it past the fog his
brain had become. Leaned over the edge
of the�fucking tiny ass�bed. Picked up
the tube, and flipped it open. Stared at
blue eyes. Wondered why he felt like
his heart was going to crush in on itself.
Felt something inside himself expand infinitely when Trunks pulled his
own legs out of the way, stared at him.
Wondered if it was possible to kill a soul as he slid fingers into the
warm body.

Yeah,
he�d been an asshole before. But the
demi kept telling Goten he was just using his (the demi�s) body like he was a
whore, and there was only so many times you could hear that before you tried to
prove the difference. So he�d done to
Trunks what he would have done to any faceless fuck. Didn�t care. Waited for
the reaction Goten had wanted.

But
this was different. Same basic
mechanics. Different feelings
evoked. He pressed in another finger,
and another, until he was slipping in and out of the body, feeling the muscles
clenching. And still, those blue eyes
were staring at him. Haunting. He�d never felt quite this naked
before. So he leaned forward, kissed
the eyes, made them close, and he wrapped his slippery hand around his own
erection, spared a moment to kiss Trunks.
And then pushed into him.

The
whole body came up, off the bed, arching tight against him. He felt the heart beating like a jackhammer,
all the muscles metal hard and tight.
Lungs hitching and heaving and shaking.
The whole body was quaking.
Goten squeezed his eyes shut.
Thought that he was caught up in a wall of fire he had absolutely no
control over. Things had not turned out
like he thought they would. He felt
hands on his back again. Didn�t
move. Couldn�t move.

So
Trunks moved. Slowly. Pulled away, pushed back against him. Those eyes, so close to his own, still
staring. Glazed with tears�false
tears. Teeth bared. Breathing in and out through his teeth. Then the eyes looked away, and he stopped
moving. Arms tightened, pulled Goten
closer to him. �I thought you were the
one doing the fucking.�

�Give
old people a chance to catch up,� was what Goten whispered. He could hardly breathe. Dreaming about this for months didn�t make
him any more prepared for it. The
dreams were nothing compared to it.
He�d had virgins before. That
was nothing new, but he�d never had sex with another Saiyan�because, lets face
it, folks, the only other Saiyans were his family�and the impact of it made him
feel like he was thirteen again.

spanspan>A
chuckle against his chest. �You�re not
old.�

Goten
pulled out and pushed back in. Felt his
eyes roll into the back of his head. Oh
yeah. This ass was worth every ounce of
frustration. �You don�t have any idea
how old I am,� he said. Kissed the eyes
again. Felt lips against his throat.

�I
know how old I�ll be if you keep up this pace.�

And
for a virgin, he was awfully snotty, wasn�t he? So Goten pushed himself up with his hands, balanced on one arm,
used the other hand to wrap legs around him.
Pulled a pillow off the pile of them next to the bed, lifted up the hips
under him, slid it under. �Be easier
this way,� he explained when Trunks gave him a look.

�I
was just waiting for the actual fucking part,� was the answer.

�Just
keep your legs up here,� he said, pushing the long legs up so they were wrapped
around his ribs. �Feels better this
way.�

�And
you know this how?�

Was
there some sort of sarcastic contest going on that Goten was unaware of? Felt
his ki rising�that sort of rising was virtually uncontrollable�and felt the
body around him stretching. Pushed in
harder, bared his teeth, responded to every whimper with a growl. Heard the stupid bed making the most
god-awful noises. Pushed in harder,
felt bony hips pressing back. Trunks
lifted himself off the bed, wrapped sweaty arms around him, bared his perfect
white teeth.

�More.�

Who
was he to ignore the request? He picked
up Trunks, moved them up against the headboard, so they were sitting now, with
Trunks smashed against the wall and the headboard. Thrust up and into him, felt himself go deeper. Panted against the neck, heard the little
whimpers turn into yowls.

Opened
his mouth as everything started to spiral downward and Trunks clenched around
him, felt the wetness on his stomach.
Sucked on the bruise he�d put there.
Felt the heartbeat against his own, and his teeth broke through the skin
as he felt static whiteness exploding all around him.

~~~***

The
little boy was sleeping. Bulma was
sleeping. Vegeta sat at the little
kid�s bedside. Watched him suck on his
thumb, and tried to remember a time when he hone one the same thing every
night, watching his brother sleep. Mom
knew. About all the horrible parts of
him. Knew that Vegeta wanted to kill
everything that had ever hurt his brother, from the cat that scratched him when
he was two to the android bastard that almost killed him. It didn�t matter that Vegeta had killed his
brother once�complete accident by the way, he had inadvertently kicked Goten in
the middle of his back and accidentally severed his spinal column�because he
was Goten�s brother and the only person in the whole damn world that was
allowed to fight with his brother. It
was ridiculous, he knew, and obsessive.
But Goten wasn�t afraid of dying, and he would die if someone wasn�t
there to watch his back. Because Goten
knew Vegeta would be there to bring him back.

Yes,
he�d stopped the twerp from making the worst mistake of his whole life. Turned his stubborn little ass right around
and sent him back upstairs to his brother.
Because he knew why Trunks had run away and knew that it had nothing to
do with him not wanting Goten. It was
all about what was accepted and what wasn�t.
Bullshit, of course, because even Mom knew that there was absolutely no
shame in seeking out pleasure. But that
didn�t mean they all knew that instinctively.
Mom told him the truth that there was a time in every Saiyan�s life
where they faced that crucial decision as to what they could allow to happen
and what they couldn�t. But that little
blue-eyed twit had been ready to run out on his brother for nothing more than a
glorified case of cold feet.

Not
going to happen.

So
he shared a bit of vital information with the twit that would make an
impact. Trunks had watched everyone he
loved die. And if he knew that Goten
would die for him too, than he wouldn�t leave.
He wouldn�t turn his back on that kind of loyalty. Nobody did.
And wham, bam, thank you Vegeta�they were upstairs making a hell of a
lot of noise (and the worst smell Vegeta could remember.)

This
time (unlike the previous times) Bulma actually did wake up. Gave him a glare. �What the hell are they doing?�

Vegeta
considered this. He could tell her the
truth, listen to the bitching, face his brother and Trunks in the morning when
they found out that Vegeta had told.
Not that that would be a big deal.
Or he could lie. Or he could say
nothing. Decided that he didn�t like to
lie and he would actually enjoy listening to Goten�s bitching tomorrow, because
as long as he was bitching at Vegeta, he wasn�t off trying to get killed. �Fucking.�

�What?� She sat straight up. �EXCUSE ME?!�

�You�re
excused. Now be quiet or you�ll wake
the kid up.�

She
gaped like a fish.

Good. As long as she didn�t make any more noise.

~~~***

Word
limit thing again. Sorry.

Goten:
Well. That�s one more cured case
of Virginity.

Trunks: Am I
bipolar?

Lil�Geta: Probably.
Most Saiyans are.

Trunks:
Because I was angry. Then I was
horny. Then I was sarcastic.

Goten: that�s completely normal. It�s when you start acting one way all the
time that we worry.

Thank
you, Jaygoose, for reviewing. *glares
all the folk that did not review. *

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