Morning - CryKat

   The crying echoed through the hall, a terrible sound enough to panic any parent. A shadow fell over the crib.

" Alright, I’m here my little one."

The baby stopped her screaming, brilliant blue tear-filled eyes blinking open. She reached up towards the gentle voice, a small hiccup escaping her. Son Goten reached down to scoop the crying infant up, cradling her against his chest. She squirmed, hiccuping again as her small tail wrapped around his wrist. He rubbed her back in slow circles, pulling her up so she could rest her cheek against his shoulder, her tiny hand catching a lock of his spiky black hair, tugging lightly.

" There now, you’re alright."

    She buried her face against his soft green shirt, wiping away the tears. Goten hummed to her softly, walking over to the chair and sliding down into it, the child cradled carefully against his chest as if she were the most fragile thing in the world… and she was to him, his most precious.

    Words mingled in to the soothing song, voice soft, just above a whisper but none was made better for such a lullaby. The child soon quieted save for a soft sniffle or two, settling in her fathers arms, and soon drifted back to sleep.

Dark pooling ebony eyes slipped shut, voice softening before fading back into that soft hum, playing gently over the silence of the dark room.

   Trunks watched his lover and daughter from the doorframe, the dark hall behind him swallowing him in its soft shadows, leaving him almost invisible. Quiet moments like these were few and far apart, but matched by no feeling in the world. It filled his body with soft warmth, threatening to spill out… this had to be what love was… no other words could describe it.

The pale haired youth walked towards them, bare-feet padding soundless against the wooden floor. He knelt down next to Goten, brushing his lips against the smaller man’s forehead-

And the room was pulled back into silence again as dark eyes blinked open in surprise, lips turning up in a small smile. Trunks smirked, pressing a finger to his lover’s lips before reaching out to take the baby girl from his arms, carrying her over and settling her back down in her crib, he leaned down to place a kiss on one rosy cheek before padding back over to Goten.

" You should sleep more… let the nursery maid handle it."

Trunks slid down into Goten’s lap to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck.

" They’re robots Trunks… nothing to soothe a frightened child."

Goten knew well enough that similar robotics nurse maids had tended Trunks himself as a child, sure enough there was probably nothing wrong with that in the elder Saiya-jin’s mind, it was after all, what he was used to. Then again, perhaps that was one of the reasons it had taken him so long to get Trunks to open up to him… that lack of affection growing up made him more weary of it as an adult. Maybe it was because Trunks distanced himself from others that made him so desirable. A twinge of pride caused Goten to smile slightly. He had what no one else could even touch.

" Let’s go to bed, love."

Trunks leaned down to press cool lips against the dark haired youth’s forehead, he rose back to his feet, holding out a hand, slender fingers stretched towards him. Goten watched him thoughtfully for a moment, casting a quick glance back to the silent crib before reaching to take Trunks’ hand, rising from the chair and silently following the elder out of the nursery.

* * *

Trunks closed the door behind them, turning towards his lover with his back against it.

" You can’t spend every moment with her, you know."

Something of a frown touched Goten’s lips and he let his eyes drop for a moment before nodding once, dark hair sliding into his face.

" I know, I just-" He lifted his hands in a helpless gesture. " I just feel like I should be there in case she needs me."

Trunks pushed away from the door, wrapping his arms over Goten’s shoulders, peering down at him before brushing his lips over his forehead once again. " She’s just a baby Goten, she doesn’t need much more then food and the occasional diaper change."

" And love." Goten added.

Trunks smiled against the youth’s forehead, lips tickling the warm skin.

" Hai… which she gets more than enough of, from us, her grandparents as well as her aunt and uncle who insist on seeing her daily."

Goten chuckled softly and Trunks nuzzled his cheek.

" But with all your attention on her… I’m starting to feel a little left out." He pulled back enough to look back down at Goten.

Goten blinked, lips parting though he wasn’t sure what to say. Instead he pulled Trunks to him into a tight embrace. " Gomen…I haven’t been- I guess I’ve-."

Trunks smirked returning the hug. "Been a little too excited?"

" Hai."

" Aah.." Trunks let his hands slid down to rest at his lover’s hips, thumbs rubbing over the soft, worn denim. "Then make it up to me."

Goten smiled and nodded, turning his head to nip at the pale haired saiya-jin’s throat, and pulling him back towards the bed. He pressed Trunks back, letting him drop onto the mattress before straddling his hips, leaning down to claim his mouth in a quick kiss, tongue brushing over the demi-Saiya-jin’s bottom lip, nudging his mouth open to indulge in the sweet velvet heat. He reached up to cup Trunks’ face in both of his hands, thumbs rubbing over his strong jaw before resting at his throat, feeling his pulse flutter heavily against callused fingertips. Trunks returned the kiss just as hungrily, that simple gesture becoming almost frenzied as the two battled for the moment of control before their contact broke. Goten rested his forehead against Trunks’ own, grinning wickedly as he caught his breath, fingers playing over the cords of Trunks throat, down to the collar bone. He leaned down to follow the path his fingers had made with his mouth, pausing to nip at the sensitive flesh, sucking gently until the skin bruised beautifully beneath his lips, lingering only to massage the new mark with his tongue.

" Mmm Goten." Trunks’ chest vibrated with a soft purr as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to his smaller lover, arms winding around the youth’s back.

Goten sat up again to grin down at Trunks, tugging his own shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Trunks started to sit up but Goten pinned him again, slender fingers closing around his wrists.

"Ne… you stay put."

Trunks grinned mischievously. "I just wanted to help."

Goten shook his head, pulling Trunks’ arms above his head, pinning both wrists with one hand, sliding his other hand down that sculpted chest and over the thin fabric of Trunks’ silk boxers, brushing against his quickly hardening length, cupping his hand as Trunks pushed up into his touch.

"You’re so impatient." Goten whispered, shifting so he could moved downward, tongue darting out to tease one hard nipple, sucking roughly as he moved his hand between Trunks’ legs, gently stroking, eliciting soft moans from his lover.

" I’d rather you just stop teasing and take me." Trunks hissed, his jaw tightening as Goten moved his head to roll his tongue over his other sensitive nipple.

" Take you?" Goten purred softly, his chest vibrating against Trunks’ stomach, causing the elder to shiver. " Take you where? You wanted to go to bed, ne?"

Trunks opened his mouth to respond but gasped instead as sharp little teeth grazed over chest, clamping down playfully on his nipple again, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud.

" Where shall I take you now, lover?" Goten lazily lapped at his chest, trailing kisses across it, down his stomach to nip again at his navel, mouth playing again the sensitive skin and soft line of hair that vanished below the waist band of his boxers before he hooked his fingers over it, drawing them down the elder man's hips, pulling them off and tossing them away.

Goten shifted, kneeling between Trunks' legs, drawing them further apart, pushing the elder's knees up to expose every inch of him, one hand pressing his thigh against the cool sheets, Trunks' other leg hooking over his shoulder.

" Take you to heaven?" Goten leaned down, wrapping slender fingers around Trunks' length before lapping softly at the head, tongue gently prodding the moist tip.

Trunks moaned, completely helpless in the position Goten had him in, unable to thrust into that sweet mouth.

" You…are my heaven."

Goten closed his eyes, soft pink tongue slowly caressing the swollen flesh, savoring the sweet heat and thickness of his lover, enjoying the way the elder man's body trembled beneath his, breath caught in his throat. He pulled back to stroke that silken length slowly, he lifted his other hand to his mouth, sucking quickly on to fingers.

Trunks peered down at him, pale blue eyes half open, lips parted, unable to sit up with his hips almost lifted off the bed.

That hot mouth enveloped him again as Goten leaned in to his previous task, taking him in almost completely, sharp canines brushing teasingly over the length of him.

" You…know better…than to bite." Trunks moaned, turning his head to the side, cheek pressed against the cool pillow, eyes closing tightly. He arched up suddenly as Goten slid one slick finger into him, pushing against that tightness, slowly sliding in and out as he moved his head, mouth working over the elder man's cock, almost in time, yet the pace was agonizingly slow.

Trunks' fists closed around the sheets, helpless to move as Goten worked him, another finger joining the first, rubbing against those inner walls, searching…

Another lazy lick and nip as Goten pulled his head back, focusing on his hand, long fingers working their way deeper. " You'll tell me when I find it …right?"

Trunks cried out suddenly, body stiffening as Goten brushed over that spot.

Goten canted his head curiously, slowly rubbing over that spot again, eliciting a similar response. " Sensitive?" He whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Trunks nodded mutely, struggling to swallow as Goten leaned over him, kissing his stomach, mouth tracing over the defined bone of his hip, his free hand wrapping around the elder's aching length again, proceeding with long strokes as his fingers continued to explore the tight heat of his lover.

Another gasp before Trunks hands lifted to Goten's head, fingers tangling in soft ebony locks, sweat slick body writhing beneath the smaller man's touches.

" You close, koi?" Goten asked, lowering his head again to nip at his thigh.

Trunks nodded once more, biting his lip as Goten devoured his length again, quickly bringing the pale haired youth to release.

Trunks arched as he came, fingers tightening in his lover’s hair as the pleasure danced along every nerve of his body, making it burn and tingle. He dropped back to the bed, panting softly as he struggled to catch his breath, blindly petting Goten's hair as the younger Saiya-jin lapped away any trace of his release.

Goten sat up, releasing his lover as he moved up to lay next to him, pulling the exhausted man into his arms, chuckling softly as Trunks struggled to drape an arm over his waist, nuzzling his nose against the youth's neck.

Goten smiled gently, dark eyes closing for a moment.
" So where's my pillow talk?"

Trunks purred softly, rolling over so he could rest his cheek against Goten's warm chest, listening to the strong beat of the other dimi- Saiya-jin's heart.

" I love you."

Goten chuckled, running his fingers through Trunks' hair.

" I love you too."

Trunks slid his hand down, fingers playing over the perfectly chiseled muscles of Goten's stomach, rubbing gently.

Goten purred, turning his head to rest his chin atop Trunks' head.

" I take it you like your tummy rubbed?" Trunks chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to Goten's neck.

" Uh huh."

" Mmmm what else do you like rubbed?" He grinned, leaning his head up to brush his lips over Goten's own, claiming his mouth in a soft kiss, tongue trailing over his bottom lip. Goten leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the elder man, one hand resting at the base of his spine, rubbing over the scar there.

   A soft whimper, followed by a howling cry froze them both in place, both men's eyes lifting the room monitor that set on the dresser across from the bed.

Trunks groaned, dropping to Goten's chest. " Let them take care of it."

Goten frowned, still stroking Trunks' hair, listening as the cries only grew in pitch before shifting to choking gasps and wails.

" Trunks?"

The elder sighed softly pushing up on to his knees, though his own pale eyes betrayed him with that touch of worry.

Goten sat up, sliding off the bed, ruffling a hand though his hair before padding to the door, followed shortly after by Trunks who was busy trying to tug on a pair of sweat pants.

They both slipped down the dark hall quickly to the nursery, the door was already open and the nursemaid quickly wheeled out as they reached it.

   Trunks canted his head as he peered inside, the room falling quiet again, only a few soft whimpers and sniffles.

Goten nudged him inside, slipping in after. They both paused in mid step, blinking.

Vegeta glanced up to where he was cradling the infant, dark eyes narrowed at them for a moment before slipping back into his normal indifferent look, gaze dropping back to the baby girl.

" … sorry if she woke you, Papa." Trunks let out a sigh of relief, walking over to his father and daughter.

" She didn't." Vegeta grunted, shifting her so he wasn't holding her so awkwardly, her slender tail twitching against his forearm. " I was taking a walk and heard her incessant wailing… so I came in here to shut her up."

Trunks smiled, reaching out for his child. Vegeta carefully handed her to him before folding his arms over his broad chest, scowling.

" Thank you, Papa."

" Hn… you might want to check the brat's temperature, she's hot." Vegeta turned and stalked out of the room, he would have almost knocked into Goten if the dimi Saiya-jin hadn't scrambled out of the way.

Goten smiled. " He's really bad at pretending he doesn't like her."

Trunks nodded, grinning as he lifted a hand to rest on the infant's forehead, that grin faded into a small frown as he moved to touch his wrist to hot skin again.

" I think she's getting sick."

   Goten stepped over to him, touching her forehead, then cheek, his own lips twisting in a frown, the baby began to whimper again, her bright tear- filled eyes watching them, tiny hands reaching out.

" What do we do? Call the doctor?"

Trunks shook his head, gently pushing her into Goten's arms, waiting until his lover had her before stepping back to the door. " I'm going to go get mom."

Goten nodded, wrapping his arms around the child, holding her against his chest as he walked over to the rocking chair, sliding down into it, eyes lifting as Trunks slipped out again.

The baby started to cry again, curling against her father.

" Shhh little one, I know." Goten closed his eyes, patting her back and rocking, whispering soothing words until her sobs had faded back to soft whimpers, her tears hot against his neck.

   Goten looked up as Bulma all but bursted into the room, followed by Trunks who'd looked like he'd been running to catch up.

She walked over to him arms reaching out expectantly for the baby; Goten shifted again, rising to his feet before lowering the child into her grandmother's arms. " She has a fever… we think."

Bulma nodded, rocking the baby in her arms with all the practice and experience that a grandmother should have. " It's likely, she hasn't had the change to build up much of an immune system yet." She touched the baby's forehead and nodded.

Trunks shifted uneasily behind her. " What do we do? "

Bulma turned her head to him. " You stay up with her, and if her fever doesn't break by morning, you take her to the hospital. "

" Until morning?" Trunks blinked.

His mother nodded. " It could be something serious… or it could just be a little cold, you'll have to wait and see."

" Can’t you give her something?" Goten frowned.

Bulma turned, kissing her granddaughter on the forehead before handing her back to her dark haired father. " No… you'll just have to wait until morning."

He sighed softly, stroking the baby's dark hair, she squirmed, unhappy with being passed around so often.

Trunks folded his arms. " So you can't do anything?"

She turned on him. " Son, I told you-"

" Yeah, yeah.. I know… sorry I woke you." He grunted.

Goten slid back down into the rocking chair, voice growing softer. " Domo Arigato Bulma-san."

Bulma smiled to him after glaring at her son. " I'm sure she'll be just fine." She turned again slipping out the open door.

   Trunks paced across the room, turning his head back to Goten who was rocking their crying daughter, his dark eyes closed. He canted his head before padding over to sit on the arm of the large chair, one leg folding over Goten's lap, the other hanging off the side, leaning forward so he could slid an arm around his lover's shoulders, chin resting atop his head.

" Maybe you should sing to her again." Trunks whispered, brushing his fingers through that dark hair. Goten blushed slightly, he hadn't expected Trunks to catch him singing earlier, and as open as he was with the other man, that some how seemed a little embarrassing.

" Er… I."

Trunks smiled faintly before humming that song, he could at least do that… though his singing voice needed a little work. The infant quieted to listen, squinting those bright blue eyes up at her two fathers, her squirming stopped.

Goten tilted his head to rest it against Trunks' shoulder, joining in after a bit to give words to those notes, his voice fading out from time to time, unable to sing that quietly. The baby settled in those strong arms, closing her eyes, tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

Goten fell silent first, stroking his fingers over his daughters rosy cheek, listening to Trunks' soft humming as he sank down comfortably in the chair.

Trunks smiled faintly, turning his head to rest his cheek against Goten's hair.

" Why is it she'll only fall asleep in your arms?"

" … because I bore her…" he smiled as well, voice a low whisper. " You fall asleep in my arms often enough."

" Only because you wear me out." Trunks chuckled, closing his eyes as well, moving to place his hand over Goten's own, rubbing his thumb over the silver band on his ring finger. " I think it's because you make her feel safe."

The younger man sighed softly. " I'm worried."

" I know. But she'll be all right, she's Saiya-jin, remember?"

Goten smiled at that. " Now you sound like your father."

A slight shudder ran through Trunks' body. "Ew… you're right."

They both fell silent for a long while, absorbed in the darkness and attentive to the silence, disturbed only by soft breathing and the occasional sniffle from the small child as they waited.

" Goten?" Trunks brushed back some of his hair.

The smaller Saiya-jin stirred lightly, dark chocolate colored eyes blinking open again. "Hmm?"

" How old is she now?"

Goten licked his lips, turning his head up some. " Almost two weeks… you loose track of time so easily?"

Pale lips flickered up in a small smile as he shook his head. " We haven't named her… and you can't call her your little one forever."

" Did you have something in mind?" Goten blinked up at him.

Trunks closed his eyes again, nuzzling his face against that soft hair.

" I though we'd call her Tenshi ."

Goten smiled. "Mmm why's that?"

The elder man shifted, wrapping his arms around Goten's neck, tilted his head down to press a kiss to his temple, then another to his cheek before brushing his lips against his lover's ear.

" If you're my heaven… she might as well be my angel."

Goten peered down at the sleeping girl in his arms. " Then it's a beautiful name for her."

Trunks closed his eyes again. " What time is it?"

" … almost morning."

" How's she doing?"

Goten shifted the baby in his arms, pressing a hand to her forehead.

" Her fever's broke."

Trunks sat up some, stretching his cramped body. " You think it's safe to put her back to bed?"

Goten nodded, rising out of the chair, carrying Tenshi over to her crib. "Shall I tuck you in after I tuck her in?" He gently laid her down, pulling the blankets up over her.

Trunks chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Goten's waist. " Please?"

Goten tilted his head up to place a quick kiss against Trunks' cheek before turning to usher him out the door, casting a quick glance over his shoulder to their sleeping angel before slipping out as well.

Er… fin, for now? ^ ^