Trunks\' Discovery
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,601
Reviews:
8
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Trunks' Discovery
Summary: Prequel (ooh…it’s like star wars!) to Sword of Action. This is a fic of just why Trunks likes that sword so much! Has now been re-written! Whoohoo!
Disclaimer: No ownership occuring here...of Trunks OR his lovely sword...or even of DBZ! *pouts* BUT ONE DAY... !
Pairing/s: Trunks…err…and…himself ^.^º
Length: only just over 1000 words EEEE!!! (flinches…)
Trunks moaned, bringing one fist up to scrub sleepily at his eye as he woke. He arched his back and stretched, yawning. He quickly realized that at least one part of him was already awake and insisting on some attention. He grinned and lazily rolled over, hand sliding across the smooth sheets, looking for Goten’s warm back. His fingers wiggled when they encountered more sheet and he slid his hand further, coming into contact with the other edge of the bed. He made a sound of annoyance, the smile of anticipation leaving his face.
‘Ah shit…That’s right…’
He groaned and rolled onto his front, pressing his aching hardness into the bed, trying to get some kind of relief. Just as he had been every single morning since Goten had gone on his trip with Goku. It had only been a few months and Trunks increasingly found himself in an almost constant state of arousal as the time wore on. He’d tried to get rid of it himself and that worked sometimes but nothing he did had the right…feel to it. He sighed and rose to get up, wincing slightly as his erection brushed against his smooth stomach. Kami…That ached
He glanced down and sighed. Looks like he should take care of this before he went out and trained. He didn’t really think his father would appreciate the sayian arousal scent he’d be giving off while they fought. Although he could use it as a diversionary tactic… He grinned to himself. He wasn’t that cruel. Vegeta was handling his mates absence far worse than he was. Eating frozen pizzas by the boxful and sulking, angrily, in front of the TV.
He sat back down on the bed and opened the chest of drawers next to the bed, fishing out one of Goten’s shirts. He grinned, remembering the first time he’d used one. Goten had only been away for a couple of weeks that time but Trunks had been so horny that when he’d entered their room he zeroed in on the one thing that smelt most like Goten and fucked it. His training shirt. Since then he’d almost developed an automatic response to the material, images of his koi swamping his mind at the touch of it. Thanks Kami Bulma had created a machine that made them. With the amount of shirts that Trunks had ruined beyond any form of repair, Goten would have been out of clothes a long time ago.
Trunks grabbed the bottle of lubricant from beside the bed and slicked up his hand. He lay back on the smooth sheets, leaning back against the headboard, knees bent. He slid his hand down, gasping in contentment when he curled his fingers around himself and started to stroke. Heat rushed down his legs and he lifted his hips unconsciously. Eyes squeezed shut, he fumbled for the shirt next to him with his other hand, found it then brought it across and wrapped it around his hardness, trailing his lubricated hand further down. He rocked his hips up off the bed, into his hand as he began to tease his entrance with a slick finger.
A moan slipped out between his parted lips
“…Goten”
He felt the heat spread as he entered himself, combined with the feel of the shirt, he arched his back, adding another finger and began to thrust them slowly in and out. In his mind it was Goten’s fingers stretching him, making him slick. It was Goten’s hand, curled in a loose fist, pumping him in time with the thrusting digits. He moaned and panted, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy.
His hands sped up as he lifted his knees up to his chest, adding another finger and ramming them into himself deeper. He moaned and writhed on the bed. It wasn’t enough. He thrust harder and groaned, arching his back. Not enough. He growled in frustration, head turning back and forth on the pillow, trying to imagine Goten there with him. But it wasn’t happening…He needed something else. Something better.
“…Oh Go-chan…” He moaned as he fell back on the pillows, giving up, forearm resting tiredly on his forehead.
He sat up, hungrily looking around the room, eyes appraising each object before dismissing it. There would have to be something here…something…resembling… His eyes lit up as they landed on his sword.
‘Hmmmm…that handle looks inviting’ He thought to himself, trying to ignore the blush that stained his cheeks when he thought about what he was going to do. He got up and retrieved the weapon, tugging on the scabbard to make sure it was locked on as he walked back to the bed and sat down against the headboard again. ‘This should do’ He thought, grinning.
He reached for the lubricant and slicked up the handle, biting his lip and blushing while he did so. Kami…if only Goten could see him now. He took a brief moment to check on his father’s ki, it wouldn’t be advisable to be caught doing this but Vegeta appeared to be in the GR, training most likely. Trunks grinned, knowing he was in the clear.
He grasped the sword by the cross guards and lay it down, between his legs, the tip of the pommel resting against his prepared entrance. He sat up slightly on his elbows and reached one hand down to stroke his hardness, fingers caressing. He closed his eyes and thought about Goten. Thought about those sexy whimpering sounds he makes and the way he groans while fucking him into the mattress.
‘Kami…Oh Goten…’ Trunks squeezed his eyes shut, fist tightening.
He was getting closer, the imaginary images of his koi spurring him on. He dropped his weeping erection and leaned down to grasp the cross guards and placed the pommel against his entrance. He brought both his knees up to his chest and biting his lip, slowly began to slide it in.
He threw his head back, eyes and mouth wide open as he felt the handle stretch him, pleasure writhing it’s way up his spine. He gasped for breath, shuddering, and almost choked as it continued to fill him.
Oh Dende! This was it! This was what he wanted…
He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth and he felt his hands come into contact with his ass. He paused before drawing it out and thrusting it in faster. He bit back the moan that tried to escape his mouth but failed to hide the next one when he began to build a rhythm. Soon he wasn’t even hearing the noises he made as he writhed on the bed, muscles tensing as he fucked himself with his weapon.
His chest heaved for breath as sweat ran down along his ribs, knuckles white, teeth clenched. Panting, he threw his head back on the bed, lavender strands diffusing across the pillow, arching his back as the pleasure mounted. He pounded the sword into himself, mercilessly, yowling when he changed the angle and it began to hit his sweet spot. He whimpered, his dripping hardness aching painfully, twitching against his stomach with each movement, begging for some kind of friction. He moaned and braced a hand around the hilt, continuing to drive it into himself as the other reached up and grasped his erection. He whimpered again as he ran a slick hand over himself, curling his fingers and then thrusting up into his fist. His hand began to move in tandem with the other as pressure built, heat coursed through him, centering on that spot where that slick, cold hardness entered him. He moaned and writhed on the bed, staining the sheets with his sweat.
Dende…!
His eyes opened wide, breath stopped in his chest, mouth gaping as he felt his whole body contract. He hung there for an instant, paused, then the pleasure crashed forward, washing over him. He thrashed, screaming out Goten’s name, as he came. Vision deserting him, a ringing in his ears, white ribbons spurting on his chest.
He lay back, struggling and gasping, as his starved lungs worked, hands fallen loosely at his sides.
‘Wow…’
All his limbs felt heavy as he shifted further up the bed, drawing the sword out with one hand. He lay there, too sated to move, trying to swallow between pants with a throat raw from screaming.
“What the hell are you doing brat?!” He heard his father shout through the door. “Don’t make noises like that or I’ll come in there and blast you!!”
Trunks was too exhausted to care
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Whee! Finished! ^-^ v Please review. Thanks to all the people who read it before (when it was bad) and still came back for seconds! *glomps* Can someone please review it now that I’ve changed some of it…just to see if it is actually better! (I’d like to think it is anyway!)
Disclaimer: No ownership occuring here...of Trunks OR his lovely sword...or even of DBZ! *pouts* BUT ONE DAY... !
Pairing/s: Trunks…err…and…himself ^.^º
Length: only just over 1000 words EEEE!!! (flinches…)
Trunks moaned, bringing one fist up to scrub sleepily at his eye as he woke. He arched his back and stretched, yawning. He quickly realized that at least one part of him was already awake and insisting on some attention. He grinned and lazily rolled over, hand sliding across the smooth sheets, looking for Goten’s warm back. His fingers wiggled when they encountered more sheet and he slid his hand further, coming into contact with the other edge of the bed. He made a sound of annoyance, the smile of anticipation leaving his face.
‘Ah shit…That’s right…’
He groaned and rolled onto his front, pressing his aching hardness into the bed, trying to get some kind of relief. Just as he had been every single morning since Goten had gone on his trip with Goku. It had only been a few months and Trunks increasingly found himself in an almost constant state of arousal as the time wore on. He’d tried to get rid of it himself and that worked sometimes but nothing he did had the right…feel to it. He sighed and rose to get up, wincing slightly as his erection brushed against his smooth stomach. Kami…That ached
He glanced down and sighed. Looks like he should take care of this before he went out and trained. He didn’t really think his father would appreciate the sayian arousal scent he’d be giving off while they fought. Although he could use it as a diversionary tactic… He grinned to himself. He wasn’t that cruel. Vegeta was handling his mates absence far worse than he was. Eating frozen pizzas by the boxful and sulking, angrily, in front of the TV.
He sat back down on the bed and opened the chest of drawers next to the bed, fishing out one of Goten’s shirts. He grinned, remembering the first time he’d used one. Goten had only been away for a couple of weeks that time but Trunks had been so horny that when he’d entered their room he zeroed in on the one thing that smelt most like Goten and fucked it. His training shirt. Since then he’d almost developed an automatic response to the material, images of his koi swamping his mind at the touch of it. Thanks Kami Bulma had created a machine that made them. With the amount of shirts that Trunks had ruined beyond any form of repair, Goten would have been out of clothes a long time ago.
Trunks grabbed the bottle of lubricant from beside the bed and slicked up his hand. He lay back on the smooth sheets, leaning back against the headboard, knees bent. He slid his hand down, gasping in contentment when he curled his fingers around himself and started to stroke. Heat rushed down his legs and he lifted his hips unconsciously. Eyes squeezed shut, he fumbled for the shirt next to him with his other hand, found it then brought it across and wrapped it around his hardness, trailing his lubricated hand further down. He rocked his hips up off the bed, into his hand as he began to tease his entrance with a slick finger.
A moan slipped out between his parted lips
“…Goten”
He felt the heat spread as he entered himself, combined with the feel of the shirt, he arched his back, adding another finger and began to thrust them slowly in and out. In his mind it was Goten’s fingers stretching him, making him slick. It was Goten’s hand, curled in a loose fist, pumping him in time with the thrusting digits. He moaned and panted, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy.
His hands sped up as he lifted his knees up to his chest, adding another finger and ramming them into himself deeper. He moaned and writhed on the bed. It wasn’t enough. He thrust harder and groaned, arching his back. Not enough. He growled in frustration, head turning back and forth on the pillow, trying to imagine Goten there with him. But it wasn’t happening…He needed something else. Something better.
“…Oh Go-chan…” He moaned as he fell back on the pillows, giving up, forearm resting tiredly on his forehead.
He sat up, hungrily looking around the room, eyes appraising each object before dismissing it. There would have to be something here…something…resembling… His eyes lit up as they landed on his sword.
‘Hmmmm…that handle looks inviting’ He thought to himself, trying to ignore the blush that stained his cheeks when he thought about what he was going to do. He got up and retrieved the weapon, tugging on the scabbard to make sure it was locked on as he walked back to the bed and sat down against the headboard again. ‘This should do’ He thought, grinning.
He reached for the lubricant and slicked up the handle, biting his lip and blushing while he did so. Kami…if only Goten could see him now. He took a brief moment to check on his father’s ki, it wouldn’t be advisable to be caught doing this but Vegeta appeared to be in the GR, training most likely. Trunks grinned, knowing he was in the clear.
He grasped the sword by the cross guards and lay it down, between his legs, the tip of the pommel resting against his prepared entrance. He sat up slightly on his elbows and reached one hand down to stroke his hardness, fingers caressing. He closed his eyes and thought about Goten. Thought about those sexy whimpering sounds he makes and the way he groans while fucking him into the mattress.
‘Kami…Oh Goten…’ Trunks squeezed his eyes shut, fist tightening.
He was getting closer, the imaginary images of his koi spurring him on. He dropped his weeping erection and leaned down to grasp the cross guards and placed the pommel against his entrance. He brought both his knees up to his chest and biting his lip, slowly began to slide it in.
He threw his head back, eyes and mouth wide open as he felt the handle stretch him, pleasure writhing it’s way up his spine. He gasped for breath, shuddering, and almost choked as it continued to fill him.
Oh Dende! This was it! This was what he wanted…
He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth and he felt his hands come into contact with his ass. He paused before drawing it out and thrusting it in faster. He bit back the moan that tried to escape his mouth but failed to hide the next one when he began to build a rhythm. Soon he wasn’t even hearing the noises he made as he writhed on the bed, muscles tensing as he fucked himself with his weapon.
His chest heaved for breath as sweat ran down along his ribs, knuckles white, teeth clenched. Panting, he threw his head back on the bed, lavender strands diffusing across the pillow, arching his back as the pleasure mounted. He pounded the sword into himself, mercilessly, yowling when he changed the angle and it began to hit his sweet spot. He whimpered, his dripping hardness aching painfully, twitching against his stomach with each movement, begging for some kind of friction. He moaned and braced a hand around the hilt, continuing to drive it into himself as the other reached up and grasped his erection. He whimpered again as he ran a slick hand over himself, curling his fingers and then thrusting up into his fist. His hand began to move in tandem with the other as pressure built, heat coursed through him, centering on that spot where that slick, cold hardness entered him. He moaned and writhed on the bed, staining the sheets with his sweat.
Dende…!
His eyes opened wide, breath stopped in his chest, mouth gaping as he felt his whole body contract. He hung there for an instant, paused, then the pleasure crashed forward, washing over him. He thrashed, screaming out Goten’s name, as he came. Vision deserting him, a ringing in his ears, white ribbons spurting on his chest.
He lay back, struggling and gasping, as his starved lungs worked, hands fallen loosely at his sides.
‘Wow…’
All his limbs felt heavy as he shifted further up the bed, drawing the sword out with one hand. He lay there, too sated to move, trying to swallow between pants with a throat raw from screaming.
“What the hell are you doing brat?!” He heard his father shout through the door. “Don’t make noises like that or I’ll come in there and blast you!!”
Trunks was too exhausted to care
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Whee! Finished! ^-^ v Please review. Thanks to all the people who read it before (when it was bad) and still came back for seconds! *glomps* Can someone please review it now that I’ve changed some of it…just to see if it is actually better! (I’d like to think it is anyway!)