Lover of Mine - Morgaine

The full moon blazed brightly over him as he stood at his window.
The cool wind brushed over his shimmering skin causing a shiver to invade
his body. He touched strong fingers to his lips, still feeling the ghost of
the afternoon coating them like wax. His lips tingled at the memory and his
body tensed as he sighed. His eyes started to water as he stared out at the
moon's brightness, smiling sadly to himself. ‘I don't know when it happened,
this love I feel inside.' A colder wind rushed through the open window and he
shivered now with both cold and heartbreak. He hugged himself tightly trying
to fill the void his beloved left in him that night. A tear rolled gracefully
down his already flushed cheeks as he recollected the events that had
transpired that evening.

"Come on Trunks or we're going to miss the previews!" Goten hollered
from the doorway.
"I'm coming! Just a sec, baka!" Trunks yelled from the door way of his
bedroom. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time and ran a small
comb through his soft, purple hair. His muscular shoulders were covered
lazily by his quartered Capsule Corp denim jacket and black beater under it.
His legs were adorned with baggy black pants and he noticed how much he looked
like his future self. After he had seen pictures of Mirai he instantly fell
in love with his attire and adopted the look for himself. He chuckled to
himself as he thought of how his friends and family had reacted the first
time they saw him in Mirai's clothing. They were sure that Mirai had
returned to the past to warn them of some new danger approaching them in
their future. He ran the comb one last time through his thick mane and
smirked at his broad mirrored form.
‘It took Goku a month to get over it!' Trunks chuckled, placing the comb
back in its place next to his hair brush.
He spun around heading towards his door with a sigh. ‘Finally' Trunks
thought, ‘It's just me and Goten...we haven't spent any time alone in ages!'
They had planned a ‘boy's night out' to get away from the girls that
constantly hounded them. Since Bra took an interest in Goten, something
Vegeta didn't approve of and made very clear, she never left him alone.
It wasn't so much that Vegeta's little girl had a crush, it was, as Vegeta
had put it, ‘Kakarott's spawn invading my territory again!' Goten thought
she was a cutie, but held no real interest in her. Bra had always persisted
and convinced herself that she was going to marry her ‘wittle Goten' and
blush furiously, she blushed every time she said it too.
Trunks was in a similar situation with Pan, although Gohan is more supportive
of that sudden interest and it is very rare that Trunks has to fight for his
life whenever Pan gives him moon eyes. As much as the boys liked all the
attention, they rarely got time to themselves anymore and needed a night
with just the two of them. They've been inseparable since they could
remember, no one could ever change that, they needed each others company
like people need air.
Trunks glided through his room, a playful smirk grazing his handsome face.
‘Show time.' Trunks thought, closing his bedroom door behind him.
Goten smiled adoringly as he saw Trunks descend from the top of the
staircase to stand right in front of him. He noticed that Trunks was
wearing his adorable ‘Mirai' attire and beamed cheerfully. ‘I love that
outfit.'
"Alright I'm ready, let's go." Trunks wrapped a playful arm around Goten's
shoulder as they headed out the door and towards the theatre.

The sun shone brightly on the two demi-Saiyans as they walked down the steps
of Capsule Corporation.
Trunks looked, out of the corner of his eye, at his companion and smiled
gently. Goten was dressed in his favorite outfit, plain blue jeans and a
white t-shirt with a picture of a dragon on it. He called them his ‘play
clothes' whatever that meant. He hugged Goten to him appreciatively,
enjoying just his presence under the afternoon sun.
"So what movie are we gonna see Chibi?" Trunks asked, calling Goten by his
pet name. Trunks let his arm drop from Goten's shoulder and Goten shivered
a bit from the loss of heat but shrugged it off and smiled that classic Son
smile.
"Well I thought we'd go see the Grinch, We always loved the cartoon, I
thought it would be a treat."
"Sounds good to me...let's hurry, I wanna get some good seats." Trunks
winked at Goten and powered up, blasting into the air, Goten not far behind
him.


"That was hilarious! Don't ya think Trunks?" Goten beamed.
Trunks shrugged and looked over at Goten.
"I like the cartoon better." Goten laughed and playfully punched Trunks in
the shoulder.
Trunks smirked slightly and sighed heavily.
The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon and the warm air had cooled
beyond comfort. Trunks pulled his jacket closed, carefully pulling each
button through their holes. He sighed heavily and stretched his arms behind
his head. ‘That really was a boring movie' Trunks thought to himself,
stifling a yawn. He looked over at Goten who was looking back at him with
the strangest look in his eyes. ‘Kami, he looks so much like his father!'
Trunks smiled to himself, ‘he's so adorable.'
Goten smiled cheerfully at Trunks and gave him another playful punch.
"Aww is the poor baby cold?" Goten teased, giggling at Trunks's supposed
angry expression. Goten was enjoying this time he had with Trunks, it was
so rare now-a-days to have some time alone with him. He had missed their
old spare sessions and prank meetings, they had come up with some of their
worst schemes during those times. Goten sighed inwardly and looked back at
Trunks, ‘Since we've grown up, it seems that we've been growing apart.'
Goten bit his bottom lip and smiled brightly as an idea crept into his mind. ‘I'm going to show you what you've been missing Truchan.'
"Come on, let's go flying! I don't want to go home yet and we haven't had a
good race in years!"
Trunks gave Goten a wicked smile and nodded quickly in agreement before
taking off in a head start.
"Hey! No fair!" Goten shrieked as he took off after his best friend.

Trunks could feel the young Saiyan's ki following fast behind him and
quickly sped up. ‘He's been practicing' Trunks mumbled straining to stay
ahead. The wind rushed by him in fierce, cold gusts as he shivered. The
white clouds sped by in long Gestalt strips, proving how fast the young
Saiyan was going.
Goten sped up and found himself at Trunks's heals.
"I'm going to win this time Truchan," Goten said smugly to himself, slowly
but surely gaining the lead.
Trunks could feel Goten right behind him and cursed himself. ‘When did the
little brat get so fast.' A mischievous smirk spread over his handsome face
as he chuckled.
‘Not this time Chibi.' Trunks took a dive for the ground, throwing Goten
completely off guard.
‘What is he up to?' Goten thought, descending in the direction that Trunks
had gone. He spotted his plummeting form and smiled proudly.
"It's going to take more then a simple distraction to beat me Trunks!"
Goten yelled, picking up speed and once again catching Trunks's heels.
‘We'll see.' Trunks made a quick detour into a forest patch and landed
gracefully on a tree branch.
Goten came whirling around in no time flat and stopped when he couldn't see
Trunks. ‘Where did he go?' Goten looked around annoyed. ‘There's no way
he could've gained that much distance from me!' Before Goten had a chance
to search for Trunks's ki, Trunks leapt out of the tree and landed directly
on top of him. They slammed to the ground and he could hear Trunks laughing
triumphantly. Goten groaned, ‘That really hurt!'
Goten tried to push himself up but something was holding him down!
"What the... ?" Goten opened his eyes to see Trunks straddling his hips and
his arms crossed casually over Goten's neck, holding him in place.
Trunks smiled his superior, princely smile and winked playfully.
"Is this a good enough distraction for ya?"
"Come on Trunks! Let me up you win ok." Goten whined, not liking the idea
of being pinned down. Trunks chuckled and leaned his head toward his ear.
"Beg me."
"What?"
"Come on, you want up, I want superiority over you, we both win...so come
on I don't have all day."
Goten groaned and glared back at Trunks. ‘I'll get him for this one.'
"Please." He whispered, hoping there was no one watching. Trunks pushed
himself harder on Goten and smirked.
"I can't hear you."
"Please let me up." Goten said a little louder this time.
"I don't think they heard you in the back."
"Truchan pleeeeease let me up I'm begging you."
Trunks glared down at Goten and, biting his bottom lip, stroked his chin in
mock concentration, still holding Goten down with his other arm.
"Well now who's your best friend in the whole wide world?"
"You are." Goten sighed. He shifted slightly and noticed that his arms
weren't being held down.
"Who is the strongest being on this planet?"
"...You are." Goten grinned, raising his arms into position. Trunks,
oblivious to Goten's actions, continued his ego stroke.
"Who is the smartest Saiyan in the world?"
"Why that would be..ME!" Goten shouted as he grabbed at the flesh covering
Trunks's rib cage. Trunks burst into laughter as he fell to the ground,
Goten still tickling him.
"Now who's stronger?" Goten joked, moving his fingers in frantic circles
all over Trunks's body.
Trunks was laughing so hard his stomach hurt and tears began forming out of
the corner of his eyes. He quickly reached up and grabbed Goten's wrist to
halt his assault. Trunks laughter faded into a mere chuckle as he lay under
his best friend. His breath caught at the sight of Goten's joy- dyed
featured, lighted with a thin layer of sweat, making him shine in the
afternoon sun. He looked down at his hands gripping Goten's wrists and
became uncomfortably aware of Goten's pulse beating rapidly through his
veins. He looked back up at the giggling Goten: his wild, black hair tossed
to the side by the cold wind, his chest rising and falling with every ragged
breath from his intense laughter. ‘It's gotta be hormones that's all,'
Trunks thought, rationalizing his sudden rise in emotion. He was staring
intently at Goten's face, feeling his heart quicken at the mere sight of
him, ‘but I've never seen him look so beautiful.'
Goten caught the look in Trunks's eyes and his laughter ceased. Caught in a
moment of silence, all they could hear was the whisper of their breaths
pushing rapidly out of their lips.
Trunks slowly softened his vise-like grip of Goten's wrists, but held onto
them still, gently caressing his skin with his thumb. He could feel the
hairs on Goten's wrists become bristled with a shudder of goose bumps.
A ripple of intense energy crackled in the air between them, pulling them to
each other until Goten's lips were just above his mouth.
Their lips caught in soft, magnetic touches, brushing against each other
like silk on velvet. He parted his lips, slowly tracing Trunks's lips with
his tongue, licking at every inch of his pert mouth. He felt Trunks pushed
him closer and slammed his lips onto his waiting mouth, gasping at Trunks's
tongue savagely caressing the insides of his cheeks.
Trunks crushed Goten to him, deepening the kiss. He sucked gently on
Goten's tongue, its softness trickling down his throat making him grunt at
its sweetness. Trunks wrapped his other arm around his waist, pushing his
hips up against Goten's own and rocked slowly back and forth.
‘He tastes so good' Trunks thought, moaning at the feel of his friends
hardening member against his own. ‘And he feels even better.'
Goten responded to Trunks's every movement. His hands snaked around the
base of Trunks's neck, grabbing his hair forcing Trunks deeper into his
mouth. Goten moaned at the feel of Trunks silky hair under his fingers,
balling it's thickness into his tight fist. ‘He's so hot.' Goten thought,
feeling the heat from Trunks's erection brushing softly over his own.
Goten relished it, memorizing and anticipating every sensation, every
movement, every sound. His first kiss was as he always imagined it would be:
scolding touches, piercing tingles soaking into his skin, and liquid fire
lapping at his abdomen as he moaned with pleasure. Yes, just as he'd hoped
it would be, all except it was with Trunks. ‘Trunks' He thought, ‘it's with....'
Goten's eyes widened. "Trunks."
Realization hit him like a clout to the head. ‘This isn't right! Trunks is
my friend not my...my lo...Oh God!' Goten pulled back from Trunks, panting
in fear and lust.
Trunks looked quizzically at Goten, vision fuzzy and unfocused. ‘Why the hell
did he stop?' Trunks stood up and walked towards his now shaking companion.
"Chibi what's the matter?"
Goten shivered at the concern dripping through Trunks's deep voice. ‘How
can he just ask me that after what we just did..." Goten sighed as tears
stung his passion glazed eyes.
"Trunks...I...we...can't" Goten felt his shame cover him like a blanket and
he lowered his head, absently searching for the nearest rock to crawl under.
Trunks stared blankly back at Goten's now hung head. ‘What! What is he
doing? I know he wants me too I can feel it!' Trunks stepped forward and
his heart almost shattered as Goten took a few steps back, shaking with rage.
He held his heart break to himself and stood there arms crossed, an
unreadable expression on his face.
"Goten, we didn't do anything wrong! We both wanted it." Trunks held his
breath, waiting for a response, narrowing his eyes at Goten's shaking form.
Goten's head shot up, his steaming tears now running down his pale, fallen
face and he glared back at Trunks.
"It doesn't matter whether we wanted it or not! For Kami's sake Trunks I am
not a queer!"
Before Trunks could respond Goten had taken to the air, flying faster then
Trunks had ever seen, and not looking back.
"What have I done?"

It took him hours to walk home. It usually took him seconds but, after
escaping from the hurtful gaze of his best friend, he needed time to think.
‘I'm not a queer! I know I'm not, I mean I think about girls enough!' Goten
kicked a pebble into a near by pond and sat down, sighing heavily. ‘But then
why did it feel so right being with him?' He shivered as he remembered
Trunks's hands running small circles around his neck and how hot his hips
were, grazing intimately over his own. He could feel his groin stiffen at
the memory and cursed himself. ‘Kuso! What's wrong with me?'
Goten always thought of Trunks as more of a brother then anything
else. He loved Trunks and the thought of losing him was more then the young
Saiyan could bare, but, after all these years, was he in love with him?
Had he, some where along their crazy adventures and childish pranks, held a
special place within his very being for the purple-haired bishounen? ‘That
would explain why I've never been able to find a girl to keep me interested
for more then five minutes.' He ran a hand through his thick, black hair
and looked at his rippling reflection. His usual lighted face had fallen in
sorrow and his eyes were red and wet with unshed tears. He felt empty.
A dark whole seemed to have dug into his very soul ever since he left the
site where Trunks had been. He barely lifted his lips in a small smile and
sighed dejectedly. ‘I haven't even been away from him for an hour and I
already feel like a piece of me is missing. ' He reached into the pond,
cupping cool water into his shaking palms and splashed it over his swollen
face. ‘What is Vegeta going to do when he finds out, he'll kill me!
He already hates that Bra likes me.' He stared at his reflection again and
closed his eyes tightly. ‘This isn't fair! I never asked for any of this,
and now I'm going to die before I get to figure out my own feelings.'
Goten hugged his knees and looked out at the horizon, ‘what are my feelings?'
Goten closed his eyes tightly again, shutting everything out of his mind but
an image of Trunks standing with his arms crossed and a playful smirk
crossing his face. Goten pictured Trunks getting married, his soon-to-be
wife standing cheerfully beside him awaiting their vows. He pictured the
whole ceremony, right up to the last moment when Trunks was told to kiss
his bride. He watched as Trunks leaned down towards her red, painted lips,
his hands grazing her shoulders. Goten could feel his blood race through
his veins as his jealously blazed through every pour of his body. ‘I can't
believe it, I'm jealous of an imaginary woman!' His image changed to the
scene that had befell just a few hours ago, only this time he didn't leave.
They stood there looking intensely at each other, Trunks's broad shoulders
relaxed as he walked forward, taking one of Goten's hands in his own. Goten
looked down at their clasped hands and felt a small blush creep up to his
pale cheeks. He felt Trunks touch his chin and raise his eyes to meet his
own, blue pools staring intensely into his eyes, searching. He felt Trunks
sigh in defeat and leaned forward, his lips just inches from Goten's.
Trunks grazed his velvet lips gently over Goten's sending electric shocks up
his back causing him to purr in his throat. He could feel Trunks part his
lips, and his heart raced as he spoke.
"I love you Goten, please let me."
Goten's eyes shot open and he stared, dazed at the shadowing sky. His
heart fluttered with the setting sun as hope dawned in him. ‘I...I think I
am in love with him!' A genuine smile grazed his lips, licking his still
swollen cheeks. ‘I just know he feels the same way, I could see it in his
eyes.' Goten stood up quickly, a petrified look washed over his face
replacing his most recent smile, draining it of it's colour. ‘What if it's
too late? What if he thinks I don't care about him? Oh Kami! I have to see
him now!.'

"Goten, I'm so sorry," Trunks whispered, "I never meant to hurt you."
He stared once again at the glaring moon and, this time, let the tears flow
from his tired eyes. He thought about their lives, and how, as far back as
he can remember, Goten had always been there to wipe away his tears. No
matter what the situation, when he was hurt Goten was there. He recalled a
moment long ago when the two had only started their training.

Goten tossed a stone passed Trunks's face, momentarily distracting him, and
cracked him right in the jaw. Goten felt the bones of his friends jaw
crunch under his fist and pulled back quickly in horror. Trunks had his
face turned away from him, but he could already see the blood pouring freely
from his swollen cheek. Trunks winced as he grazed the sore area with
delicate fingers, eyes widening at the site of his now blood coated hand.
Goten ran right to his side, muttering apologies and offering his sympathy.
Trunks began to panic as he spit out two of his molars that had been forced
out by the power of Goten's punch. Tears of pain and shame began to flow
from Trunks's terrified eyes and Goten immediately took him to the nearest
creek to clean him off. Goten tore off a small piece of his Gi and used it
to gently clean and care for his cheek. Trunks was still in tears, afraid
of what his father might think, afraid of the searing pain that throbbed
inside his mouth, and ashamed that his best friend would think less of him
for his sudden display of emotions. After Goten had his cheek cleaned off
he noticed that Trunks was still crying and smiled warmly at him. Goten
reached up with hand and brushed the renegade tears from his face. "Don't
cry Truchan! You know I hate to see you cry." He leaned towards him slowly
and gave him a healing kiss on his cheek. Trunks smiled and gave Goten a
big hug.

‘He must hate me for doing this to him. It's not like I planned
this! Why should I care anyway, it's not like we were a couple or anything.'
Trunks's eyes fell to his night stand where a picture of him and Goten stood.
Trunks's arm was flung loosely over Goten's should and Goten was leaning
into
him smiling brightly. ‘It sure looks like it though.'
Trunks tore his eyes from the small picture and stared back out at the cruel
night. ‘He's the only one in the world that understands me, what am I going
to do without him.' Trunks choked back a sob and leaned his head on the cool
glass.
"I love you Chibi, I hope you know that." Trunks sniffed once more before
closing the window. He closed the curtains slowly and turned toward his bed,
‘this is going to be a long night, I can feel it.' He was halted by the
sight of Goten, standing directly in front of him completely naked looking
at him with the same concern he had shown that day at the creek. He
absently rubbed at his billowy eyes as he looked at Goten's body, glistening
in the dull light of his room. Goten's large shoulders were tense and
squared, arms frozen at his sides. His broad chest moved in jostling
movements with each nervous breath. Goten's firm stomach tensed under his
gaze, trailing down to his stiffening length. Trunks blushed at the vision
before him and opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by a gentle finger
on his lips.
Goten reached up and brushed away the tears flowing down his
face and smiled warmly.
"Don't cry Truchan, you know I hate to see you cry."
Trunks nearly choked on his words as he leaned his head into Goten's palm,
kissing it gently.
Goten took a step towards him, shivering at the feeling of his velvet lips
embracing his hand. Standing so close to him, Goten could smell his fresh,
clean scent and the heat rising from Trunks's skin rose like the blazing
fire erupting in him again. Goten could feel Trunks's pained, desperate
gaze on his face and his heart clenched. Leaning down, Goten brushed his
delicate lips over Trunks chest where his heart lay.
Trunks shivered and ran his hands softly through Goten's hair.
Goten could feel his gentle pulse beating through his skin. He sighed and
stood again, looking deep into Trunks's now hope filled eyes.
"Sorry I hurt you," Goten whispered, placing a hand over Trunks's heart,
"I'll never do it again."
"Goten...stay with me tonight." Trunks whispered, wrapping one arm around
Goten's waist. Goten giggled and brushed his fingers over the collar of
Trunks's jacket, peeling it off him letting the denim fall to the floor.
Goten placed his hands on Trunks's now bare shoulders, kissing every inch of
his smoldering flesh.
Trunks purred in his throat at Goten's gentle caresses and dared to touch
his glossy skin. Trunks sighed at the moisture of Goten's back and ran a
finger up his spine, feeling each muscle tense then relax with every stroke.
He could feel Goten's hot breath move up his neck to his ear, and he
shuddered at the sensation, holding Goten to him like he'd die without him.
"I thought you'd never ask me." Goten smiled, taking Trunks's ear into his
mouth. He bit lightly at the lobe, licking its length and teasing his flesh
mercilessly.
Trunks sucked in a breath, plunging his hands into Goten's black hair and
pulled it gently.
"Are you a dream?"
"Do dreams feel like this?" Goten asked running his hand over Trunks's now
erect, clothed member, petting it in slow, agonizing strokes.
Trunks grunted at Goten's assault, grabbing his hands to push it harder on his
groin.
Goten sighed at Trunks's insistence and leaned into him seductively.
Trunks growled and lifted Goten above him, placing urgent hands on Goten's
hips.
Goten wrapped his legs around Trunks's waist and licked at his
neglected ear seductively.
"You're still dressed." Goten whispered, darting his tongue out to invade
this lobe as he had done to the other.
Trunks's hissed and threw his arms around Goten, moving his body over his
now throbbing length.
"Then maybe you should do something about it."
Goten nibbled at the skin around Trunks's neck while placing his hands on
the dip of Trunks's muscle shirt. With a grunt, he tore the shirt off and
let the tattered material fall, lifelessly, next to his forgotten jacket.
"Impatient aren't we." Trunks gasped out and pushed Goten closer to him.
Goten's hands darted to Trunks's chest, desperate to feel this perfect
sculpture under his hands. He brushed by one of Trunks's nipples, feeling
it tense under his touch and pucker under his persistence.
"When it comes to you, always."
Trunks sucked in a breath and turned them hastily toward his bed, falling on
its softness, crushing Goten beneath him. His hands went for his belt,
fumbling to undue it when Goten stopped him.
"Let me."
Trunks nodded and let Goten remove his constricting belt. Tossing it aside,
Goten undid the button of Trunks's pants and proceeded to remove them in one
fluid motion. Trunks wriggled out of his boxers and tossed them next to his
disregarded pants. Goten's hands lightly brushed over Trunks's freed
erection and his eyes widen at his length.
"I'll never tease you about this again." Goten whispered stroking Trunks's
silky member in light, fluid motions.
Trunks chuckled and bit his bottom lip, enjoying the feel of Goten's hands
working incredible magic over him. He threw his head back as Goten
quickened the pace and he thought he's pass out from the pleasure. Trunks
let his hands slide to the base of Goten's back where his tail used to be
and pushed delicate fingers over the small incline. Goten gasped and pushed
his hips into Trunks brushing his erection over Trunks's own.
Their moist bodies rubbed intimately against each other, sending waves of
ecstasy through the two and they drowned in the sensation. Trunks got a
wicked idea and pulled away from Goten, looking into his dark, smoldering
eyes.
"Can we try something?" Goten smiled and nodded, not trusting his voice.
Trunks laid Goten on his side so his head was brushing against the head board.
Trunks snaked his body down Goten's body and brushed his cheek against
his length.
Goten smiled and lightly licked the tips of Trunks's own and elicited a
small jolt forward from his purple-haired God.
Trunks opened his mouth and slid half of Goten into it, wrapping his tongue
around the girth of it
and crawling all over him. He held onto his control as Goten's wet tongue
slithering over his length. Trunks grunted into Goten's length as he felt
Goten's teeth grazing the soft skin, nipping lightly at the flesh as he had
done to his neck earlier. Trunks's fists clenched at the sheets, forcing
himself to not to scream as he lapped feverishly at Goten's length.
Goten shut his eyes tightly, resisting the urge to bite down on Trunks's
member. He placed his hands on Trunks's rear, finding the ring of muscles
he would soon devour and rubbing it gently. His tongue lapped at Trunks's
member, relishing in the feel of his softness and the way he moaned under
Goten's ministrations. Goten moaned loudly as Trunks began sucking harder
on him and he held back his release, wanting Trunks to orgasm first and
began massaging the sack that hung under Trunks's length. He reached
towards the tiny scar on Trunks's lower back and gently massages Trunks's
tail spot. He lapped mercilessly over Trunks's length, still teasing his
tail spot and felt Trunks jerk above him.
Trunks let go of Goten's member and cried out as he spilled his seed into
Goten's mouth fell back on the bed, forgetting about his unfinished business.
Goten let Trunks lay back and went to snuggle into him. He could feel
Trunks's ragged breath, shuddering helplessly out of his chest. Goten
kissed Trunks's chest and played with the muscles on his stomach until
Trunks was ready to continue.
It took Trunks a few minutes to compose himself after his orgasm and he
looked down at his smiling friend. ‘Where did he learn to do that?'
Trunks thought to himself. He placed his fingers in Goten's hair and
twirled it around his fingers absently. He shifted his legs to press them
against his love when he felt something hard against his thigh. Trunks
looked down at Goten with a questionable look and Goten just smiled.
"Trunks may I ask you something?"
"Sure Chibi what is it?"
"Can I...Can I make love to you?" Goten blushed suddenly and turned his
head toward Trunks's chest, avoiding his piercing gaze.
Trunks ran a gently hand through Goten's black, matted hair and kissed his
glistening forehead. Goten looked up suddenly and relaxed at the calm look
in Trunks's eyes.
"Of course Chibi, I would have it no other way." Trunks reached over to his
dresser and grabbed a jar of massage oil and handed it to Goten.
"Would you do the honors?" Trunks winked. Goten took the small container
and opened it revealing a spicy, cinnamon scent. Goten squeezed a little
onto his fingers and gently rubbed the oil over his throbbing member. He
groaned at the sensation and reluctantly released his hand. He lifted
Trunks's legs and applied some more oil on his fingers. With a small,
anticipating smile he inserted one small finger inside Trunks and he could
feel the muscles tighten around it.
Trunks moaned and bit his bottom lip. He felt Goten insert another finger
inside of him, slipping them in and out and stroking his inner walls. When
Goten had found the spot he was looking for Trunks's eyes widened with the
fiery pleasure that burned at his lower back and he arched desperately into
Goten's hand. Goten smiled and positioned himself above Trunks and slowly
slid into his tightness.
Trunks bit back the urge to scream again as waves of pain and pleasure shot
up his spine in warm, agonizing pulses. Trunks could feel Goten's length
brushing against that sweet spot Goten had assaulted earlier and moaned
loudly.
Trunks's moans were doing wild things to Goten's senses as he tried to hold
back his orgasm. He moved slowly as not to hurt his lover, grunting at
Trunks's tightness and closed his eyes against the urge to just ram Trunks
to the headboard.
"Goten," Trunks breathed, lifting his legs to wrap them behind Goten's back,
"Please, you're not going to break me."
Goten's head shot to Trunks and he almost laughed at the pleading look in
his eyes. Goten complied and picked up the pace, moving faster and faster,
rocking the bed with his thrusts and causing Trunks to almost scream from it.
Trunks shuddered underneath him, moaning his name over and over again,
falling victim to the waves of intense pleasure that crashed through him.
He arched his back as he was blinding by the bright intensity of his orgasm.
Clawing softly at Goten's chest, he fell limply back on the bed.
Goten groaned as Trunks tightened around him and clawed desperately at his
chest. He couldn't hold himself back any longer and slammed against Trunks
in one fluid motion. He cried loudly as he spilled his seed into Trunks
and fell on top of him.
Trunks held Goten's shaking, sticky form and stroked his back gently. He
closed his eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of their love
making which smelled of cinnamon and spice. They lay there, silent until
their breathing slowed, Trunks was drifting dozily off to sleep when Goten
spoke up bringing him back to himself.
"I never thought it could be like that." Goten whispered, clinging to
Trunks's waist tightening his hold on him. Trunks responded by squeezing
Goten to him and kissed his hot forehead.
"Me neither." Goten looked up at Trunks with tears brimming his obsidian
eyes and a smile grazed his cheeks.
"I think I love you, koibito." Trunks smirked and pulled Goten to him and
kissed him hard. Goten returned the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly
around Trunks's neck, deepening the kiss. Trunks released him reluctantly
and motioned for him to lay on Trunks's chest. Goten complied and rested
his head on Trunks's chest, arms draped possessively over his lover. Trunks
looked through half closed lids at Goten's wild hair and began stroking it
gently. Goten purred under Trunks's ministrations and Trunks smiled before
he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too beloved."


Goku through a small Ki blast at Vegeta, who dogged it easily and smirked
back at his companion.
"Dammit Kakarott, I know you can do better then that, baka!" Vegeta stood
there, arms folded over his chest, glaring daggers at the other Saiyan.
Goku just smiled and giggled absently.
"What the hell are you laughing at baka! We are supposed to be training or
are you losing brain cells with your pathetic attacks too!." Goku composed
himself and stood in a fighting stance ready to spar again.
"I'm sorry Vegeta, I was just thinking about them, they're together you know."
Vegeta grumbled under his breath and stood in a fighting stance as well,
ready to attack.
"Don't remind me, it's bad enough I have to put up with you." Goku sat down
on the ground in contemplation and Vegeta through his arms in the air in
surrender and leaned, angrily against a tree.
"When your ready to start again let me know, Bakayaro!" Goku looked back at
Vegeta, raising his eye brow in confusion.
"Vegeta do you really have a problem with our sons being gay? I mean I
wouldn't think so coming from you, considering we.."
"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!!!!!" Vegeta shot Goku a cold glare.
"Ooops! Sorry Vegeta I forgot about that." Goku laughed, putting a hand
behind his head in slight embarrassment.
"Kakarott you're so stupid!" Vegeta growled, turning his head back toward
the horizon.
"No, I could care less who my son decides to choose as a mate." Goku sighed
in relief as he stood up and walked towards Vegeta. He stood next to the
Saiyan prince and leaned up against the tree as well.
"Then what is it?" Vegeta pushed away from the tree and walked away.
He stopped and turned around to look back at a very confused Goku. Vegeta's
fists clenched together and began to shake in rage.
"IT has TO BE YOUR SON DIDN'T IT!" Goku looked at Vegeta and smiled.
"Don't smile at me Baka, if it isn't my daughter then it's my son! I'll
NEVER BE RID OF YOUR IDIOCY!"