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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
- 79
- 80
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 80
“Would you like something to drink?” Almanda offered. “Water? Juice?” she added as the prince was about to refuse.
“Um, yes, thank you,” Trunks agreed, following her back to the kitchen. He sat down at the table while she delved into the fridge and retrieved two tetra packs of juice. The elite placed them on the table in front of him, then got two glasses.
Trunks had hit the point where he was already beyond awkward. The elite had suddenly turned very polite. She didn’t add the usual honorifics, as this was not an official occasion. They had had their uncomfortable moments in the past: he had broken her tail to keep her in line, and he had also, consciously or not, competed with her for Goten. He had come out victorious both times. He was also pretty sure that she would have never even dared to compete with him, and that all of that was only in his head. Just like the majority of Saiyans, she accepted his authority unconditionally.
Almanda questioned him with her eyes, and he pointed at the pineapple juice. He watched her pour his glass first, then hers. She had to abstain from alcohol while pregnant, but the prince knew that he must seem strange and suspicious coming to a Saiyan wedding and being the only one sober.
The thing was that while he liked collecting and testing various alcoholic beverages, there had been only a few instances when he had gotten drunk. To put it simply, he was afraid to relax. There was nothing scarier than losing control of one’s thought process, not to mention actions. That was one of the reasons he had enjoyed himself so much with Ealdira back then. He had let it go while, at the same time, he had been certain that no matter how addled his brain was with all the moonlight, there would be no consequences, as he was safe with his mentor. It was also probably why he had tried to hold on to the strange relationship that had developed between them – he had wanted a repeat of that magical, carefree feeling. It had never returned, though. He knew it was impossible, but he had still tried.
He was jealous of people like Goten, who could just flip that security switch inside them off and just enjoy themselves to their hearts’ content. He wasn’t able to do it. There was always something inside him keeping watch, trying to process his surroundings at all times. Keeping in mind how safe he played, courting Goten had been such a crazy action on his part that he had astonished himself. He was still dumbfounded and could hardly believe it.
“You have wandered off somewhere… Sir?” Almanda asked after a minute as the prince just kept staring at his glass of pineapple juice without drinking it.
“Uh, yes. There’s no need for formalities. Umm… So is everything alright with the baby?”
Almanda’s eyebrows rose. She doubted the prince had much interest in how her pregnancy was going. Then again, it was Goten’s half-brother or half-sister, and also, possibly, a future Legendary.
“Everything’s alright,” she said with a shrug. It really was. She hadn’t wanted to know the child’s sex, so no one had told her. She had regular check-ups since her father kept insisting on those. Kakarott, meanwhile, seemed to be pretty chill. This was his third child, and he was certain that nothing could go wrong. He was excited, talked a lot about staying with her for a few years to help raise the baby. He had also expressed a wish to name the newborn Gohan to honor his deceased firstborn. Almanda had vetoed the idea at once, as she thought that it was outrageous to attach so much emotional baggage to a newborn. Kakarott had sulked for a few hours but seemed to understand what she had meant and never mentioned it again. He was rather easy to handle. Stubborn to a fault, but sensible, very much like Goten. Goten would probably never agree or admit it, but the two were similar in many ways.
She was going to miss the school. She didn’t know when or if she would ever return there. It had been fun with Goten around. Oh well, she had snatched herself a Legendary; it was all worth it. Yet, she had to keep reminding herself of that. It was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?
They had both wandered off into their memories now, silently sitting at the table. Trunks stared at the celebrating people with unseeing eyes. He wondered how his life would have been if he had been a simple Human or a full-blooded Saiyan. He definitely wouldn’t have experienced so much prejudice and hate. On Earth, people thought him a freak because of his tail, while on Vegeta-sei his hair and tail color was unacceptable; even his unnatural scent upset most Saiyans. He was always under pressure, and all of it was so fucked up that he was angry with everyone, including himself, all the time. It was desperate anger, born out of fear.
Trunks started as someone’s arms wrapped around his chest and shoulders.
“What’s with this troubled look on your face?” Goten wondered, leaning against his chair from behind, putting his chin on top of the prince’s head. “Did someone die?”
His presence was so timely that Trunks couldn’t help but lean back into the embrace and close his eyes. He could even ignore the stench of alcohol coming from Goten’s breath.
“Did you sober up?” he asked, though he didn’t believe it.
“I really doubt it,” Goten said, puzzled. If anything, he had gotten even more drunk. “Listen, I won’t need to pay that fine, will I?”
So that was what this was about. Trunks reclined his head sideways to look at the side of Goten’s face. “Why are you asking me? I am not the host of this party.”
Goten’s attention immediately shifted to Almanda. “I won’t, right?”
The elite rolled her eyes. “No, you won’t.”
Unspeakable joy engulfed Goten. Radiating happiness, he planted a kiss on top of the lavender head and wobbled away to share the good news with his drinking buddies. Trunks had to suppress the urge to grab Goten by his arm to make him stay; once the third-class moved away, his back felt uncomfortably cold.
“He’s got us wrapped around his little finger, hasn’t he?” Almanda said, watching Goten go.
“Totally,” the prince agreed.
ooOoOoOoo
Work had piled up in his absence. Trunks looked at the piles of documents on his desk, then crossed the office to open the window and air the room. Then he caught himself and closed it. Instead, he went to dig through the mountains of documents on the desk in search of the air conditioner controller. Soon, the blissfully cool air started filling the office. It had been a novelty, the frosty air in Europe.
The prince plopped down onto his chair and looked at the mess he had created while looking for the controller. He knew that even more work awaited him in his inbox. He booted up his computer and took a look at his emails - about fifty. He sorted them out, marking some for later, deleting several, replying to a few at once. After that, he tried to apply the same strategy to the piles of papers covering his desk.
At the sound of the call, Trunks lifted his head from the documents he had been reading. He grimaced at the screen – it was his father. They hadn’t spoken for over a month, and it was still too soon. With a disgruntled sigh, he answered the call.
“I am also happy to see you,” King Vegeta said drily after his high forehead had filled the screen.
Trunks’ lips twitched. “Yeah,” he muttered without any enthusiasm.
“I hear you went to Bardock and Grendal’s wedding. A commendable move. I trust your relationship with the younger Bardock is going well too?”
Something suddenly started boiling inside the prince and he wanted to tell his father to fuck off. Yet, their relationship wasn’t as simple as that. They weren’t just a father and a son. Far from that. He had never been certain how far he was allowed to digress from the role his father had appointed him to play.
The older Vegeta watched his son’s disgruntled face. The previous time they spoke… Trunks was naïve to think he didn’t know what he was going through. He had always known, but that changed nothing. Despite his mixed blood, Trunks was expected to conform to the unconformable. It was his and Bulma’s fault. Mostly his, really.
“You know, you can just say what you think.”
For a short moment, Trunks wondered if his father really meant it, then he brushed it off as one more attempt to shrewdly pacify and manipulate him.
“Perhaps I could, but then, I would not want one of my guards to “accidentally” slit my throat in my sleep.”
Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, his mouth thinning. “I’ve always known that you’re smart, Trunks, but that’s a lapse in your judgement. I have always believed that the two of us could compromise.”
“Compromise on what?”
“Do you intend to take the throne after me?”
Trunks stared at him. Frantically, he wondered what his answer should be. Then he, for once, decided to be truthful.
“I’d prefer not to.”
“See? I was right, we can compromise.”
“What exactly do you mean by that? It’s not like I can just step down. I can’t do that.”
“And why not? Keeping in mind your frail condition, no one would mind.”
“Frail condition? What are you on about?”
“The condition you’re about to develop. Some rare, incurable condition preventing you from effectively fulfilling your duties as the future king. Your younger sibling, however, would selflessly, albeit very unwillingly, offer you their utmost help with that duty.”
Trunks stared at him in shock.
“That would be for the best,” his father continued. “It’s not even certain that you can leave heirs either. You have never even been tested for that.”
“Uh. I am about to get tested today.”
“Yes, I know. Think about it, Trunks. I will contact you again in a few days. I am open to other ideas, but I might like them less.”
“I bet.”
“Trunks, I can only hope you understand that it is not in my intentions to humiliate you.”
Trunks waved his hands in front of the screen, laughing bitterly. “I think you have already gone past that and beyond. It’s not humiliation, it’s total annihilation.”
“Trunks…”
“Fuck you.”
Trunks ended the call, not wanting to listen anymore. Agitated, he stared at the screen after terminating the call. His fingers were twitching and thumping on the desk next to the keyboard. Trying to calm down, he took a few deep breaths. He already knew perfectly well that he was going to seal the deal. It was a perfect solution to the problem he had tried to solve on his own. It didn’t matter how unpleasant, hurtful, or humiliating it was, he was going to accept it, this “compromise”.
“Fucking hell,” he hissed, enraged. He wondered why his father had called him now. Who was he kidding? Now that his father was the King of all Saiyans, he was in need of an immediate heir, which he wasn’t considered as such by his father.
Trunks cursed again. Should he talk about this conversation with Goten? He didn’t feel like it. Not yet. First, he needed to settle it all in his head, to come to terms with it. He would tell him later, in a few days. Besides, he doubted that Goten would have much to say about this kind of an arrangement. Goten would probably see it as a win-win situation. This annoyed Trunks in advance. It really was a “win-win situation”, but he hated it with a passion. His father had just confirmed his grandfather’s words: he was a monstrosity, and his existence was worthless. Perhaps, not exactly that, but his father had just erased the mistake he had made twenty years ago – a half-blood son. He was going to be pushed aside while the “rightful”, blemish-free heir took over the throne. Deep down he knew that his father didn’t see him as only a hindrance. Their connection was deeper, at least he had always believed that it was. Then again, he had believed that his grandfather had genuinely cared for him. That had turned out to be a load of bullshit. All those conversations, laughs they had, all of it had only been pretense. He had been cruelly, mercilessly tricked.
Trunks didn’t want to go home, so even though his mind wasn’t on it at all, he stayed in his office doing nothing but mulling over his conversation with his father while waiting for the doctor’s arrival. He hadn’t been surprised when his request had been answered nearly as soon as he had sent it out. He hadn’t used his authority as the prince, yet his personal mails and requests were still mostly screened and handled accordingly. It came to him as no surprise, either, that his father was knowledgeable about the arranged appointment. He had briefly informed the personnel, who had contacted him back what his request entailed, and then they had arranged an appointment to take place as soon as he returned from the wedding.
He was, however, surprised to see that the people who had presented themselves to his office were not the doctors from the palace. Then again, he had not specifically requested them, only presuming that they’d send them. The doctor and his assistant greeted him formally and asked to relocate to the medical bay. While leading them there, Trunks had to explain that they had zero medical personnel on the base and that most equipment was still missing. While they were following him from the headquarters and into the medical bay, Trunks wondered if all of the following procedures were really going to be as discreet as he had requested them to be. He would be pissed off as hell if anything was to leak out to the general public.
“I have been informed that Your Highness has health issues,” the doctor started as soon as they sat down in one of the more fully equipped rooms. “What exactly seems to be the problem?”
“I am perfectly fine, but I want to undergo a fertility check.”
His request was met with agreeing nods, meaning that the doctor and the assistant knew perfectly well why they were here. After a few more questions, he was informed that, after all the necessary procedures, the fertility results would be available in a week or two. He was also given several containers to fill. The doctor had also pressured him into undergoing the usual health check. After taking a look at the scattered equipment all over the med-bay, the doctor decided that today the prince was to undergo the most basic of check-ups, whereas the more thorough ones would have to wait until tomorrow.
In a few minutes, Trunks found himself naked while the medics checked his entire body for abnormalities. His lymph nodes, chest, and testes were felt about for lumps and/or irritation. He even received a prostate exam, which had weirded him out; having a stranger shove his gloved finger up his ass and grope his most sensitive parts wasn’t his favorite pastime. His blood pressure was recorded in his medical chart, and his lungs, eyes, mouth, and teeth were checked as well.
No abnormalities had been detected, and he was released until tomorrow. The entire ordeal had left Trunks dazed and disgruntled, and he dreaded to think about its continuation tomorrow. He told his bodyguard to escort the medics to the room that had been prepared for them, then disappeared from the medical bay as fast as possible.
Trunks did not like health check-ups and, in general, avoided doctors, as they made him feel like a guinea pig. His dislike of similar procedures was the reason for his hesitation to get a fertility test earlier. He had spent a lot of his childhood with irritated bowels and myriads of allergies due to his mixed blood. Until his birth, not much was known about the various reactions that bodies of those of mixed blood underwent. Nobody had cared much about the new inbred Human-Saiyan generation. It was incredibly powerful, but publicly shunned. The majority was also infertile, while the rest produced either weaker or genetically defunct offspring. Only after the prince’s birth, the side-effects of various foods and substances on the digestive tract and other systems was started to be catalogued. That wasn’t much help either, as different people had different reactions to the same substances. With time, Trunks had learned which foods made him ill, which substances made him break out in rash, and simply avoided them.
Instead of going home, Trunks stayed in his office. Goten would easily see that something had happened, and he wasn’t ready to talk about any of this. He needed to digest it all first in order to make some sense out of it and then, perhaps, he could share it with Goten.
The prince pushed documents around until midnight. To his relief, Goten was already in bed asleep when he returned home. And when he woke up in the morning, the third-class was gone. Trunks got up and went to retrieve the containers the doctor had given him for urine, sperm, and stool sample. Grimacing, he went to the bathroom.
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks started and opened his eyes to look at the desk strewn with hordes of papers. Had he just fallen asleep in his office during work hours? After all the talks about work ethics and diligence he had given Goten, the third-class would fall over laughing.
The voices that had awakened him echoed again, and he went to the window to check who was able to shout through the hum of the air conditioner and the closed windows.
There was a crowd in front of the building with newly installed laundromats. Did something happen or was this just a natural queue? Was it money extortion again? It didn’t sound like it, as the voices were rather excited instead of disgruntled and outraged. He opened the window in order to hear what it was about.
“Make way! Make way for the Legendary Laundry Liberator! Make way!”
The crowd parted, letting Goten through. For a few moments, the third-class stood motionless, then kicked the savar next to him in the butt. Not hard, just enough to make him stumble forward and fall down into the mountain of clothes he had been carrying. Once said savar got to his feet and turned around to gather his strewn clothes, Trunks recognized Ranvera. Other savars around them were saluting, their fists pressed to their chests, their heads bowed; some savars were shaking with suppressed laughter. Goten kept walking for a few moments, then stopped.
“My faithful warriors,” he said, addressing the crowd, “that unforgettable victory wasn’t achieved by me alone. It would have been impossible without your ardent fervor and unrivaled skill. Now all of us can stand with our heads raised high and our undies clean. Be proud, my warriors, for we have rightfully deserved that!”
The speech received deafening applause and enthusiastic whoops of approval.
Just before closing the window, the prince saw Ardema and Kanua laughing their heads off behind the corner. Chuckling, he went back to his desk.
Today, in the evening, he had an appointment to cut his hair. It did take some time for Goten to find a barber. As far as the prince had been informed, the second-class savar did it as a hobby. Goten had also warned him that, apparently, the guy had never even touched human hair. Trunks hoped that his haircut would not end in a disaster where he would have to shave his head bald.
So as not to attract unwanted attention and spectators, Trunks had invited the savar to come to his office at six. Now the sight of the incredibly nervous savar made the prince even more reluctant. He thought that, perhaps, the best course of action would be to cancel this appointment and ask the man to leave. He, however, calmed himself and the savar down by explaining that it was just hair, and it was going to grow back.
Hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst, Trunks sat down in the chair usually used by his visitors in order to give the savar enough space to move around. The inexperienced hairdresser was obviously relieved once, after being sprayed with water, the lavender hair appeared not to be so different from normal Saiyan hair. It still took him an hour of snipping and wetting and snipping again until he was satisfied with his work to the point where he dared to show the final result to the prince. He procured a mirror that he had brought with himself from his bag.
“Hmm…” Trunks said while checking himself out in it, turning his head this way and that. “I think I do look better with my hair short, don’t I?”
The savar grinned at the back of the purple head. “I’m very glad you think so, Sir.”
Trunks thanked him and paid the amount of credits they had previously agreed on, even though the savar made a show of refusing to take them at first.
The prince wanted badly to see Goten’s reaction to his haircut, but at the same time, was reluctant to face him. In the end, he ended up working until midnight again.
ooOoOoOoo
It took him several days to tell Goten about his conversation with his father. They sat in the living room, on the sofa next to each other, and he just spilled it all as fast as he could without a hitch. Goten’s reaction was similar to what he had predicted. On the one hand, he was obviously relieved by the future prospect of royal full-blooded heirs, while on the other, he was stunned and outraged by the shameless proposal.
“So what will your answer be?” he asked Trunks.
“The only way is to agree to that, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean I like it, but it’s for the better.”
Goten rolled his eyes at his lover. He wasn’t certain of that. Perhaps. Most likely. But was it best for Trunks? He doubted that. It was an outrageously insulting offer, which had come from his father no less.
“Want to hear my opinion?”
Trunks gave him a look then sighed, bracing himself. “Shoot.”
“Accept the offer. There’s nothing else you can do unless you want to lead us to civil war. I am afraid you wouldn’t have many supporters. He holds all the trump cards in his hands: the intelligence network and National Security, all of them work for him, and, honestly, I think you don’t stand a chance.”
The prince’s blue eyes flashed defiantly. “I can challenge him for the throne directly. It’s not the first time in history it has happened. I would win.”
“Yeah, you would. Do you want that, though?”
Trunks shook his head. “No, I don’t. I have no problem with the way he rules the empire. I don’t think I could do better.”
“Then, don’t agitate yourself. Accept his offer. Nothing will change for now anyway, and who knows what the future will bring. Perhaps, one day he will just keel over from a heart attack or eat a poisoned apple. He might not even leave any other heirs but you.”
“You don’t really get it, Goten. I want to… I want this to be over. If I accept his offer, I won’t go back on my word. I want to make peace with myself, with him, too.”
“Trunks, aren’t you a bit apolitical? Where’s your kingly zeal and scheming aspirations? Right at this moment, you should be hatching a plan on how to stab your father in the back.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Goten chuckled. “It’s alright to do what you want to do for once. Besides, I’ve never said you should go back on your word. What I meant is that you might not even have a choice if something unexpected happens. You can plan, prepare, and life can just torch your plans to cinders.”
They stayed silent for a few moments, Trunks thinking. He wished he had talked to Goten earlier. He was glad he finally had. The third-class hadn’t said anything he hadn’t already known, but once they had put everything into words, it somehow became much clearer, less worrying, safer.
“To think you’d give this kind of advice…” he said.
“Hmm? Why? Did you expect something different?”
“Well, no. Not really. I mean a year ago, your mind would have just turned blank at the mere mention of me abdicating. I remember you had trouble grasping that neither I nor my mother were elites.”
“Oh, you mean that. Yeah… Who would have thought I’d get so much involved with the royal family? Kind of, yeah… The very idea would have made my head explode.”
“You might just have accused me of treason if I told you I wanted to renounce my rights. Might have tried to punch my lights out again.”
Goten rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, most likely. So, is this what has been bothering you so much lately? Or is there anything else?”
“Ah. You noticed.”
The third-class gave him a disbelieving look. “You kidding me? Of course, I did. You’ve been avoiding me, returning from the office at midnight. I also haven’t seen you eat anything at all, and you’ve lost weight again. You got a new haircut and, instead of trying to show it off to me, spent your time at that accursed office of yours. To be honest, I thought you might have started thinking about breaking up with me.”
Trunks was taken aback. “Uh. No. I really didn’t. Uh. It didn’t even occur to me that you’d think that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. Now that I know what it was about, I understand that you needed some time to sort it all out on your own first.”
“Yes. I wanted to make sense of what I felt and thought before telling you.”
“It’s alright,” Goten repeated. “When is he going to contact you again?”
“One of these days.”
“I see.”
“Listen, I am really sorry you thought that. I didn’t even…”
Goten chuckled. “Enough. You don’t need to apologize for something you haven’t done. And I’m glad you told me eventually.”
“It’s only been three days since the call.”
Goten nodded. He wished Trunks had told him everything at once, but that was not how it worked. It was only natural for someone so prideful as Trunks to try and come to terms with himself first. The third-class stood up.
“Let’s get something to eat.”
“You hungry again? You just ate.”
“You haven’t though. Don’t make me worry you’d faint somewhere on the way to or out of your accursed office.”
Trunks thought for a moment. “But I’m not hungry.”
“Of course you are.”
“No, I am not!”
Goten sat down back next to the prince. “Fine.”
“I would rather stay here like this for a bit longer.”
Goten turned to him. It seemed that it was not only him who had missed the intimacy between them. He turned sideways, stretching his arms and resting his palms on the backrest of the sofa, fencing Trunks in.
“You mean like this?” he muttered, leaning in for a kiss.
“Yes,” Trunks said, answering the gentle nibbles on his lips. With a content sigh, he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Goten’s warm lips kept ghosting over his softly, most comfortingly. He sighed again when said lips made their way to his cheek, down the column of his neck, and then to his collarbone. Pure bliss.
Goten soon tried to up things a bit, moving on from gentle ministrations to more intense kisses. Yet, once he raised his head to look at Trunks’ face, he grunted in unexpectedness and disbelief. The prince was fast asleep, his head reclined against the back of the sofa.
The third-class lowered his forehead onto the prince’s shoulder, then turned his head so that his nose was directly in the crook of Trunks’ shoulder and neck. For the first time during these several days, Trunks’ scent had finally lost that unpleasant edge of stress and anxiety. It was back to its usual mix of boredom and tranquility. Goten breathed in a few more times, then stood up and unceremoniously picked the other male up into his arms. He wasn’t surprised when, after opening his eyes and seeing that it was him, Trunks drifted back into sleep. He carried him to their bedroom and laid him out on the bed. The poor bugger had totally exhausted himself.
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks was horny. It took him about an hour to consciously realize that, but once he did, work became even more unbearable, his concentration hiccupping on even the smallest tasks. Another thing he realized was that he and Goten hadn’t had sex in a bit more than a week, with all the trip to the wedding, him tackling the piled-up work, and mulling over his father’s proposal once they returned to the base. That was an unusually long break, and his body was conjuring crazy images in his head. All of that while he was reading a report on the school finances. It was impossible to concentrate while naked men fucked each other in his head. He was hot and bothered. The knowledge that his lust was going to be sated as soon as he returned to his apartment only made it worse, as it made him look forward to and imagine Goten on top of him, moving inside him.
With a soft, disbelieving groan, Trunks lowered his hand under the desk to adjust himself. He was just a hair’s width away from masturbating in his office. What a nuisance!
Minutes ticked by so slowly that Trunks’ hands itched to grab the damn clock off the wall and launch it through the window onto some random, unsuspecting savar’s head. He also kept entertaining the thought of making an announcement through the loudspeakers for Bardock to be brought to his office. Crazy stuff. It was not as if they hadn’t done it in the office, but that had been at the very start of their intimate relationship, and he was against making it a habit. It would be hard to concentrate otherwise, knowing that Goten might just appear and fuck the shit out of him on this very desk he was reading his reports at.
Images started popping up in his head again, and, with an annoyed grunt, Trunks slammed his forehead against the desk.
“Concentrate, you horny slut!” he admonished himself.
It didn’t help. The only thing his berating himself had brought was a red blotch on his forehead. He wanted to return to his apartment and jerk off. There was, however, only an hour left till Goten returned from his lectures or training, and he’d prefer to share his “little problem” with Goten. That would definitely be more satisfying.
It was probably the very first time that he left his office right when his working hours ended. Not that he had been very productive today. It wouldn’t have made any difference if he had left earlier.
Goten wasn’t home when he returned. He hadn’t expected him to be, but it was frustrating, nonetheless. The prince took a shower, then just sat on the sofa in the living-room, waiting for the third-class to return. It was strange to do nothing – he hadn’t brought any work home, not that he had any interest in it now. For a few minutes, he surfed the Net, but his heart wasn’t in it either. Finally, he heard the door open.
“You already here?” Goten said, surprised to find Trunks in the living-room. Since the prince almost never returned home before him, this was worrying. “Did something happen?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Oh? Have you eaten? Tell me while you eat.”
“I’ve already eaten.”
This sounded like bad news, and Goten stood in front of the prince, all attention.
“I’m horny as fuck. Have been horny all day. Couldn’t do shit at work.”
It took Goten a few moments to process the information. He snorted, relieved. “Is that it? The hell? You got me worried.”
“And you should be worried,” Trunks declared.
“Oh? About what?”
“About what I’m about to do to you.”
“I’m more excited than worried.”
“My god,” Trunks said, grimacing, “can this conversation get even more disastrous?”
Goten laughed. “Only if we continue talking.”
“Bedroom?” Trunks said with a motion of his head towards the entrance to it.
“Go ahead. I’ll take a quick shower.”
Afraid that Trunks might fall asleep while he was taking a shower, Goten took only a couple of minutes to wash himself. Still dripping water all over the floor, he left the bathroom and tried to towel himself off on his way to the bedroom as best as he could.
Trunks lay on their bed, sprawled on his back, waiting. He was only in his underwear. Goten rubbed the towel a few more times over his chest and tossed it, now completely naked. First, he went to the bedside cabinet to retrieve the lubricant and some condoms. Then, he climbed onto the bed and pulled Trunks’ underwear off.
“You’re pretty excited about this, aren’t you?” Goten said after a glance between Trunks’ legs.
“So are you,” Trunks countered with a chuckle. He nearly moaned when Goten’s fingers pressed against his ass. He had been waiting for this for the entire day.
“Trunks?”
“Mm?”
“I think my fingernails are too long. I might scratch you inside.”
Trunks raised his head from the pillow to glare at him. “What the hell…?”
“You’ll have to prepare yourself. Here,” he said, grabbing the prince’s hand. He smeared the gel over Trunks’ index and forefingers.
Trunks stared at his slippery hand, then looked at Goten. Then, finally, he raised himself on his elbows and sat up.
“Uh…” he muttered, unsure about how to go about it. It was rather embarrassing. Just as he had expected, Goten was watching him with the most possible lewd look on his face. He wondered if Goten’s nails were really riskily long, or if it was just an excuse.
“Go on,” Goten urged him.
Trunks shifted, turning to his side while facing Goten. He reached in between his legs and then up, prodding at his anus with his fingers. He let out a barely audible protest of discomfort when Goten shifted on the bed in order to watch him finger himself. Feeling his face start to burn, he slipped a finger inside. Trunks wasn’t sure whether he was glad or disappointed that Goten hadn’t commented on anything all the while he was stretching and lubricating himself. He just watched quietly.
Only when Goten procured his pink dildo did Trunks understand where all of this had been going from the very start.
“You pervert,” he muttered, amused. “And what are you going to do with it?”
Goten’s eyebrows rose. “You really need to ask? Get on all fours,” he ordered.
Trunks gave him a look but did as he was told. He got down on his knees and lowered his shoulders. He moved his tail out of the way, baring his ass completely.
Goten poured some gel into his hand and only then thought that, perhaps, he should put a condom on the toy.
“Should I slide a condom on it?”
“Not necessary, I’ll just wash it with soap later.”
“Hm… Alright.” Goten didn’t even pretend to know which was better. He lubricated the toy. He had never done anything like this and now was still, kneeling between Trunks’ legs with a rubber cock aimed at his ass. This was awkward for both of them. Exciting, sure, but awkward, nonetheless.
“The lube will dry,” Trunks said, staring at the toy in Goten’s hand.
Goten lowered his arm, the tip of the rubber cock aligning with and then pressing against the other male’s anus. He applied more force and the cock slipped in, the head disappearing inside Trunks. The third-class kept pushing until the entire length was swallowed and the toy’s rubbery balls pressed against Trunks’ ass. Experimenting, he pulled the cock out a few centimeters then pushed it back in again. He watched for Trunks’ reactions but couldn’t read much as the prince was busy staring in front of him. Goten received more of a reaction when he ground the base of the cock against Trunks’ ass while twirling and turning it sideways. He spread his legs wider apart, obviously enjoying the movement inside him.
It was different seeing Trunks from this angle with more distance between them while he was impaled on a rubbery cock. He loved the way he was able to easily change the angle and the depth or the speed of thrusts while keeping his own head relatively cool. Trunks’ reactions to his attempts and experiments were awesome to watch. It was hot, incredibly hot, turning him on beyond belief.
Trunks felt it coming, his lust skyrocketing, now only able to concentrate on the burning sensation in his ass, on the rubber cock fucking him. His cock was throbbing, balls tight. Then his orgasm washed over him, his body seizing up. The cock was still sliding back and forth inside him, through his sensitized insides, and it made him shake in prolonged pleasure.
Goten ground the base of the rubbery cock against his ass, letting him ride out his orgasm. He kept doing it even when he felt Trunks’ body relax. He remembered that he had liked the slow, post coital movement inside him when Reyn did that. After a minute, he slid the toy almost completely out, then back in again, then completely removed it.
He met Trunks’ dazed eyes. He looked so deliciously tousled up and sexy that he couldn’t help but lean in for a greedy kiss. Trunks answered, thanking as best as he could for the pleasure he had just experienced. He stretched his legs back onto the mattress, making it easier for them to kiss. It felt good to have Goten’s hands running up and down his sides, caressing his still sensitized body. His nipples still stood hard, engorged with blood, and Goten teased them, touching, rolling with his palm, sucking on them.
The prince just lay there, sighing softly, enjoying all the attention his body received. Goten took a tissue to wipe the mess off his stomach then tossed the soiled paper aside. His hand slipped in between Trunks’ legs to caress the inside of his thighs, making him shiver. It felt good. Goten’s hand stroked the sensitive skin of his thighs for a couple of moments, then moved to cup his now empty testicles. He massaged, rolling and pressing on them gently.
All the coaxing had the desired effect – Trunks’ spent, flaccid cock started filling out again. Goten tore a condom packet open and slipped it on while Trunks bent his knees and spread his legs again. He grunted in surprise when Goten tugged at his thighs to try and pull him to the side of the bed. It had mostly worked but now there was a mountain of rumpled sheets under his waist and back.
“What are you trying to do?” Trunks wondered while sitting up to get rid of the lump from under his back.
“I want you to move to the edge of the bed. Yeah, like this,” Goten muttered, nodding. He took his pillow, tossed it on the floor and kneeled on it. Getting the cue, Trunks moved even closer to the edge of the bed so that now Goten’s hips were between his legs.
“Up,” Goten commanded, hooking his hands behind Trunks’ knees. Trunks stretched his legs out, his heels resting against Goten’s shoulders. “Yup, like this.”
Trunks’ hole had shrunk back to its usual size. It was still smeared with lubricant, the skin around it glistening. It was very likely that the lubricant in the rectum had already been absorbed, and, after having poured a generous amount of it again on his fingers, Goten slipped them inside Trunks. Trying to make the fluid stay inside, he pulled the fingers out. The prince’s dazed mind hadn’t picked up on what he had just done, and he stroked the inside of his thighs to distract him further.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Goten poised himself and pushed into the hole. Fascinated, he watched Trunks swallow him whole. After having been fucked by the toy first, there was absolutely no resistance. The insides were soft and hot, accommodating. Slutty. Goten found it so hot that he couldn’t help pulling out completely and pushing all the way in again. Yep, no resistance whatsoever. He repeated that about ten times, watching how Trunks’ cock bulged, bending. He pulled out again and slammed back in, making Trunks gasp and his eyes widen.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Goten grunted, slamming back in again.
Trunks nodded, breathless. It wasn’t; he was enjoying this immensely and wished Goten was even rougher. At some point, his mouth fell open, grunting with every jab inside him.
“Harder!” he demanded a few moments later.
Goten grinned at that. He would have gladly complied, but if he did it any rougher, he was afraid that he would tear something inside Trunks. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base of Trunks’ cock and started rubbing lightly. He pistoned in and out of the slick hole, the prince’s moans becoming more desperate with every passing second. At one point, Goten felt him melt into his touch completely then, a few moments later, Trunks’ body seized up, his face scrunching up into an expression of pure bliss. His cock spasmed and spurted in Goten’s hand. The sight made Goten ground his hips against the other man’s ass in desperation of reaching his peak as well.
“Gh… Fuck! Don’t do that!” Goten cursed when Trunks suddenly became almost too tight to fuck.
“I c-can’t h-help it,” Trunks grunted out, dazed. He tried to relax his muscles, and it seemed to work, Goten’s pace increasing again. Completely out of it, he stared at the ceiling while Goten pounded his ass. The third-class came quickly, his body stiffening, grinding his teeth. Once it was over, he slumped against the back of Trunks’ legs, nearly folding him in half.
“Hey,” Trunks protested, trying to push him off himself and to the side.
“Sorry, sorry,” Goten muttered, picking himself up. He pulled out of the other man, and both of them just lay there, breathless. Trunks couldn’t remember any other time when he had been so thoroughly fucked. It felt great. He was sated, pleasantly tired, about to fall asleep. If this wasn’t happiness, he didn’t know what was.
TBC
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