Scream

The moon shone through beautifully in the clear mountain sky, beaming its romantic rays through the window. The curtains had been long since pulled back to reveal the theatre of dancing stars. They kept watch over another dance, watching each little dip and swerve with rapt attention. And the singing! What music these two made!

Unfortunately, they were reduced to a necessary silence.

It seemed to all be over so soon. They lied next to teach other on the mussed mattress, Goten on Trunks’ chest, the purple-haired boy stroking the black locks. Goten had been quiet for fifteen minutes after they had both climaxed, not the typical behavior of the darling little half-Saiyan.

Something was on his mind.

“Goten,” Trunks said quietly. “What’s bothering you?” Goten snuggled into the older man’s chest.

“How long till your mom will be done with the capsule?”, he asked. Trunks raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you ask?” Goten shifted his position a little. Trunks chuckled lightly. “Are you really that desperate to get out of your parents’ house?”

“Well…yeah, there is that…and…”

“And?”

“Well…no, never mind, it’s silly,” Goten said surely, snuggling back into his lover’s chest.

“Goten, nothing that’s causing you any kind of trouble is silly to me.” He hugged the black-haired boy around the shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Well…when we’re…you know…” Trunks nodded. “I have to be quiet all the time, so I don’t wake up mom and dad, you know? And it…it’s been bugging me for a while cause…cause…”

“Yeah?”

“Well…truth be told…I want to make noise.” Trunks blinked.

“Say what now?” Goten huffed.

“See! It is stupid!”, he said defensively, folding his arms. Trunks patted his shoulder encouragingly.

“I never said it was stupid, Goten!”, he defended. “I just asked what you meant by that.” Goten looked away from Trunks’ eyes, blushing slightly as he continued.

“Well…when we’re intimate I want to make some kind of noise for you. Oh, Trunks, it feels so good every time, but the only way I can show you how good you are is by squeezing my legs together! That’s not enough! It always feels like there’s something in my body that I need to cry out for! It’s too much to keep quiet!” He paused, trying to think of a proper analogy. “It’s like when you get hurt really bad and you scream out in pain…”

“I think I know what you’re talking about,” Trunks assured him. Goten laid his head back down on Trunks’ pecs. His skin was still warm from their love making, though his heartbeat long since calmed to a dull throb.

“I want to cry out your name…I want you to leave marks that others can see.” He snuggled into his lover, nuzzling his cheek in the sparse violet hairs on Trunks’ chest. He smiled a little. “I want anyone who sees me to know that I’m yours.” Trunks smiled lovingly. He had no idea that this was what had been running through his lover’s head. It was endearing to see him worrying about something so simple. It had never hit Trunks as being that big of a deal that they couldn’t be vocal. Sure, sometimes it got to him, but on the whole it was never an issue that reared itself very often in his mind. He gently stroked Goten’s back, pulling him closer and resting his cheek in the half-Saiyan’s hair. “And sometimes…sometimes you hurt.”

“Huh?!” Goten blushed.

“Sometimes the things you do hurt and I don’t say anything cause I’m afraid I’ll be too loud and wake them up.” Trunks sat bolt upright in bed, nearly knocking Goten off of him.

“Goten!”

“What?!”

“You can speak up if something is hurting you!” He took Goten’s hands in his, looking pleadingly into his eyes. “Did I do anything tonight that hurt you?!”

“No! No, tonight you were excellent!”

“Then when did it hurt?! Tell me, so I don’t do it again!” Goten blushed.

“Well…there was once a few days ago…”

“Yes, yes, what was it?”

“You were…,” he blushed, “…you were giving me head and you…you bit down…”

“I thought you jerked around a little bit.”

“It really hurt…”

“See, Goten, if something like that happens you just need to tell me.” He gently cupped Goten’s face in his hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you and don’t want to hurt you during a thing that’s supposed to be a way to show you how much I love you. If something I do makes you uncomfortable or hurts, just tell me.” Goten smiled up at him. Trunks blinked.

“It’s endearing when you worry like that,” he confessed, a slight blush flitting onto his cheeks. He leaned up and quietly kissed his darling warrior’s lips. Trunks was more than happy to reciprocate the kiss, pulling Goten closer to him by the pair of hands Trunks now clasped between his own. Soon this stage of silence would be passed, soon they would have a home of their own.

That day couldn’t come faster, as the two warriors fell into a fitful sleep in each other’s arms.