Of Sex and Saiyans: Part Two

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Chapter Nine


The wind whipped at Trunks’ face as he and Goten flew, somewhat slowly, towards the future demi’s house. A simmering pot of reluctance and jealousy dwelt inside him and he glanced at his koi to reassure himself. Goten’s face said he was feeling much the same, his brows lowering noticeably when Mirai’s capsule house finally came into view. Son eyes flicked across to meet Trunks’ and the nodded at each other, landing next to the house.

Both Mirai’s and Gohan’s ki’s were inside, fluctuating, and Trunks felt a snarl of anger flare up in him, coupled with sorrow and frustration.

They both hesitated by the front door, the urge to see Gohan finally overriding any shyness they had about bursting in during their lovemaking. Goten rapped loudly on the door before trying the handle and opening it.

Neither had been in Mirai’s house before and Trunks almost grinned at the similarities suddenly present between the two of them. It seemed everything in the room was something he’d have selected himself. Goten gave a relieved sigh to see Trunks smile slightly at the furnishings. He could easily deal with his own feelings on the matter but had been slightly afraid of his koi’s reaction to seeing the couple together, knowing his immense jealous streak. But it seemed that everything was going to be ok.

Noises suddenly intruded and both demis froze in the living room, Trunks’ eyes going saucer-wide. Moans and the occasional slapping noise reached their ears and Goten reddened, beginning to motion to Trunks that maybe they should leave and come back later.

But Trunks was already gone. Up the hallway, snarling profanities and kicking in the door at the end.

Goten bit his lip, shaking his head and followed, hearing startled exclamations and Trunks growling as he advanced into the room.

‘Knew this was gonna happen…’

“TRUNKS?! What the hell…?!” Gohan yelled, twisting around to look past Mirai at the menacing figure in the doorway. Mirai, never a shy person, sat back on the bed from where he’d been straddling the backs of Gohan’s thighs, making no effort to hide his nakedness or Gohan’s reddened cheeks, handprints plain across them.

Trunks gaped like a fish in the doorway before launching himself towards his future self. Mirai stood, easily evading the reckless blows, making out the occasional word between Trunks’ screamed expletives.

“Get the fuck away from him, you asshole! He’s mine! He’s fucking MINE!! Give him back to me, bastard!!” Trunks yelled, throwing another punch.

Goten appeared in the doorway, worrying a lip between his teeth. He caught Gohan’s confused gaze on the bed and waved cheerily, seemingly ignoring the fight across the room.

“Hey, Niisan!”

Gohan’s confusion increased dramatically and he hesitantly raised a hand to wave back before suddenly realizing his rather compromising situation. Even though they’d all been intimate with each other, Gohan could still be a bit shy when it came to his own blatant nakedness, so he hurriedly gathered a sheet to himself, a faint blush gracing his cheeks.

“Why are they fighting?” Gohan asked, eyes darting to Mirai, who seemed to be enjoying himself as Trunks continued to overbalance in his anger.

Goten shrugged, grinning.

“Don’t worry about it…just let them sort it out with each other…”

The younger Son came and sat on the bed with him and they both watched in increasing amusement as Trunks repeatedly missed and Mirai began to smirk.

“Stay the fuck STILL, you fucking…RRAAAAAAGGGHHH!! Trunks shrieked, throwing another punch, obviously having run out of names in his rage. Apparently it ran in the family.

Mirai’s growing smirk infuriated him to new heights and he finally got in a good hit. The older prince’s face snapped back, a split appearing on his lip. Trunks froze as Mirai’s head slowly came forward again, smirk gone, his eyes burning into Trunks’. Involuntarily Trunks took a step back and Goten shifted on the bed, unsure if he should intervene.

‘But maybe he needs some sense beaten into him…Gohan isn’t ours anymore…’

He glanced at his brother beside him, eyes briefly running over any exposed skin. He suppressed a shaky sigh and an urge to stroke the nearest revealed leg. His hand tightened in the sheet.

‘No…not ours at all…’

Gohan caught his gaze and the smiled at each other quickly.

Mirai leaned forward, the sheer rage pouring off him making Trunks take another step back. Suddenly his fist whipped out, and for the first time since he was small, Trunks flinched from an expected blow.

Mirai didn’t hit him though. He twisted a hand in the front of his shirt and lifted him clear from the ground. Trunks’ eyes bugged out and he kicked his legs, hands pulling at the older prince’s fist, trying to get free. Mirai evaded his feeble attempts and slammed him up against the nearest wall.

Goten swore he could hear Trunks’ teeth rattle.

The older prince leaned forward, breathing in Trunks’ face and the demi turned his head to the side, exposing his neck in an instinctive submissive move. Mirai’s eyes narrowed and he brought Trunks off the wall, only to slam him back with more force. The wall cracked, white flakes drifting down to sprinkle the carpet beneath the demi’s suspended feet.

“What the…fuck..” Trunks flinched as Mirai spat the word. “…do you think you’re doing?!” Mirai didn’t wait for an answer, determined to give the demi a piece of his mind. Flashes of Trunks on his knees before Gohan fueled his sudden anger and he pressed his clenched fist harder against Trunks sternum, hearing the younger man’s breathing become difficult.

“Fuckin’ coming in here…saying…no…demanding Gohan! Like he’s some kind of fucking possession!! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

Trunks turned his head, and the two demi’s glared at each other, tension rapidly growing as they both bared their teeth, ki flickering and beginning to rise.

Goten sat up in alarm. He had known they would probably fight but he didn’t want it to become too serious. He knew that there was no way Trunks would have beaten Mirai, not in his rage-fueled aggression. It had, perhaps, lent him some slight advantage, but Mirai’s cool, collected response had efficiently thwarted his attempts.

Ornaments began to rattle and the first of many pictures fell from the wall as the two demi’s snarled in unison, noses almost touching as they glared agonizing death at each other. Both unblinking gazes saying ‘MINE!’ and daring the other to back down.

Gohan glanced at his brother, unsure if they should intervene. He wasn’t worried for Mirai, but he was slightly concerned for their possessions as he watched a horrendously expensive frame crack as a, only slightly less expensive, painting hit the floor.

Just as he’d decided to get up and pull the two apart, Mirai snarled wordlessly, Trunks echoing the noise. The older prince violently crushed his lips to Trunks’ as the younger demi’s hands came up, fisting viciously in the longer lavender strands. They both moaned angrily into the kiss, blood from Mirai’s split lip smearing across both their chins. Trunks writhed against the wall, Mirai scrabbling at his younger self’s clothes with his free hand, while the two Son’s mouths dropped open in complete surprise.

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*raises eyebrow* *snicker*

Gohan: O.o
Goten: O.O
Gohan:…uh…

How many people saw THAT coming? Lol...i know I didn’t...they were sposed to fight and then suddenly Mirai is kissing him! I’m totally with the Sons on this one…

Please review! I\'m not sure if people still want to read this. If i don\'t get any feedback then i know i can go and work on other fictions instead...lol