Oh Baby, part 3
By: Chocolate-chan

When he woke Goten hovered over him, brushing his hair back from his damp brow. Trunks raised his own hand to his forehead, determining that it was sweat. As soon as he realized that he felt how; unreasonably so. "Turn it down," he muttered.
"What?" Goten bent closer to him.
"Turn the heat down."
"It's fine in here."
"I'm hot," Trunks said plaintively, and Goten moved the fan out of the closet without a word and turned it onto him. Trunks sighed a bit. "Domo." He glanced up above his head at the window; it was black.
"What's up with you? The twins are worried." Goten's dark eyes fastened on his, not needing to say that he was worried too.
"I... did it." Trunks couldn't help a half smile.
"Did what?" After a minute or so, Goten caught on to Trunks' expression. "They could? You did? You just went ahead...?"
"Stringent guidelines, too." Trunks felt strangely listless, relaxed as though he were floating, although his head was clear.
"Wow.... two babies around at once."
"I didn't know he'd be around..." Trunks said, somewhat subdued by the thought. "But what do I do now?"
"I'm not reproving you. I don't mind at all." Goten smiled at him with that strangely pacified expression, that utter peace in his face that only and abundance of children seemed to give him, even when he worried over them or chased them around or punished them. Trunks was struck by it yet again. Given his heritage, who would imagine that the thing that made him most happy was children?
"Children and you," Goten said with a sigh. "Pinch me, I'm dreamin'."
"You're a sap."
"This is true. I wonder where Keisuke is?" Goten looked more concerned than upset, as the thought of children invariably came around to Keisuke. Trunks felt fingers of doubt enter his mind.
"I'm supposed to rest for a couple days, but tell me when he comes in; get me up."
"Negative," Goten said with a warning glare. "You're staying where you're supposed to be."
"I'm not pregnant yet," Trunks told him in exasperation, then stopped at how funny those words were coming from his mouth.
Goten kissed him lightly and moved to the door. Trunks pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, feeling warm still and grateful for the fan. Maybe I'm just sick.
Goten came back with the baby and laid the small boy into his arms. "First thing's first; this is your first grandson," Goten told him with the Voice of Authority, and Trunks adjusted his arms into the proper cradle position almost automatically, amazed at how quickly it came back after nearly twelve years. The last time he'd held a small child in his arms like this, Keisuke had fallen asleep during a movie and had to be carried to his bed. Trunks was surprised he remembered the circumstances. He remembered when the twins were small, and after Marron fed both of the greedy creatures he would take them away for her to regain strength, holding one in each arm while they were quiet and calm enough, unable to tell them apart from any feature besides the jewel eyes that met the earth ones.
"So when do we get around to the 'fun part'?" Goten was asking, winking at him in a totally improper manner, not that he minded or anything. Trunks laughed and then told him how things would be for the next three weeks.
"Ah... Three weeks??" Goten laid out on the bed at his feet. "That's forever!"
"Hush, the baby is trying to sleep." It was true, he blinked his dark eyes time and again, revived by Goten's voice, only to nod again. He looked exactly like both of the twins at that age. Trunks recalled that he had been the first to hold them.
Goten clapped a hand over his mouth comically. "Guess I need to get used to that," he muttered. But he was pleased. Something in his expression made Trunks feel a little lighter.
Akira appeared at the door, and sat near his father, looking at the baby. He noted that father and son had similar faces when they blinked repeatedly, only one was round with baby fat. Akira appeared to be still digesting the fact, but a smile touched his mouth. Trunks looked from his son to Goten and wondered where their family had learned to be such a close-knit group.
Hikaru appeared at the door. "Goten?"
Goten looked up. "Somethin' wrong?"
"Keisuke is home...." she paused a moment in thought. "He looks like he's about to cry. And he stinks."
Goten's formerly bright face lost its happy glow, instead creasing into something like suspicion. He stinks? What does that mean?
Goten rose and left the room before he could ask, brushing past Hikaru, who hugged her brother and told them both she had to go to work soon and had to leave. As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, Trunks rounded on his son.
"What's going on with Goten and Keisuke?"
"I don't know much more than you do," Akira insisted with innocent face and hands raised, voice lowered. "I smelled something odd on Goten yesterday, and all he said was "It's not mine." I'm not really sure what's going on."
Trunks heard Goten's distinctive footstep on the stairs and watched for him in the hall, handing the baby off to its father. He moved to the end of the bed, and was just wondering if he dared stand up when Goten appeared in the doorway.
Something was clutched in his hand, he wasn't sure what. But Goten threw Keisuke's jacket at him without a word and turned to go back out towards the boy's room, hand still fisted.
Trunks held the jacket at arms' length, seeing that nothing seemed wrong with it. But then the smell hit him. He inhaled, coughing slightly. Akira leaned toward it while simultaneously holding the baby away.
"It smells like weed," he said. Trunks looked at him with widened eyes and rose, gratefully steady, to move after Goten.
Keisuke's door was open, and Trunks hung with his face just past the doorframe.
"I need to talk to you." Goten stood in the middle of the room, looking at the boy who sat in his desk chair with hands hanging over his knees, head hanging. His purple hair obscured his eyes.
"Talk away," Keisuke grunted in a dark tone.
"First thing's first," Goten began bluntly. "I recall specifically asking you not to just wander off today. I don't appreciate the way you have been treating me lately, and I intend for you to put an end to it."
Keisuke made no movement.
"Second, you are out past curfew, and that alone is going to warrant punishment. You are sixteen; you are not your own man yet, you still live in this house and are subject to its rules. One of those is that you are home on time. I was worried about you anyway, and forget the fact that you were late."
Keisuke looked up at him, expression almost blank.
Goten took another breath. "Third, and most important, I would like you to explain this," he held up what appeared to be nothing more than a twist of white cloth, "And it's presence on your person."
Keisuke shot into instant anger.... so much like his father. "What the hell are you doing, going through my stuff now?!" His glare was enough to kill.
"For your information, you stink enough to make me pass out. In a case such as this, I think I'm entitled to it, don't you? Do you have any idea what the hell you are doing to yourself? What is this, just weed, or are you into hard drugs or something?" Goten sniffed at the thing and drew back with a look of disgust. Trunks realized that it was a home-rolled cigarette.
Keisuke appeared insulted. "No, I'm not. And whatever I do is my business."
"Like hell, to use your favorite word. How long did you think you would get off without anyone noticing?" Goten asked him, quite reasonably, Trunks thought. He still had trouble accepting that his son was doing drugs.
Keisuke shrugged, but had nothing to say for himself.
"This," Goten waved it vaguely, and crushed it in his fist, "Is unacceptable. And I think you knew that very well when you accepted it, made it, whatever. I want to make it extremely clear to you that I don't ever want to see you with this kind of total shit again."
"You're not my father," Keisuke informed him venomously. Trunks had never seen that look on his face before.
"You better be damn glad I'm not," Goten shot back. If he was hurt he hid it. "I think he's a little more likely to punish first and ask questions later, don't you? I guessed about this before now. I was waiting for you to confirm it. But if you don't accept my judgement in this, I'd be more than happy to go ahead and inform your father."
"There's no need," Keisuke said and pointed at Trunks. He drew from the shadow of the hallway and crossed his arms as Goten turned to him. Trunks wasn't quite able to read his expression.
"Would you like to take over?" Was all he asked.
"I think you're doing fine," Trunks said quietly. Goten appeared to draw his reserve up and turned to his stepson once more.
"You're grounded. That's it for now. I don't want to see your face out of this room, got it? I'll speak to your father, and we'll decide what to do about you. For now... you just stay here."
Keisuke made no response, simply turned his head away and back down to how it had hung before.
"Sleep well," Goten said, and turned to close the door. He leaned his forehead on his arm, against the doorframe as he took a long moment to breathe. After a moment he seemed to register that he still had a crushed joint in his hand, and made a face of absolute revulsion, going to the bathroom to throw it away, setting to washing his hands furiously with a bar of soap.
Trunks moved after him, standing in the doorway and watching him mutter something to himself about "thank god the boy can't fly." He was silent as Goten went about the task of washing his hands a third and a fourth time.
"What do we do?" He asked it after a long silence between them, and Trunks sighed softly.
"We get him help, I guess. I'll look into it."
"As soon as you said I was doing okay, everything I was going to say fled my mind," Goten admitted ruefully. "Maybe the boy has something."
"And what's that?" Trunks inquired.
"Maybe I'm not the father you are." Trunks refrained from saying anything as Goten seemed to not be finished with the thought; Goten dried his hands and brought them to his face and inhaled, grimacing and beginning to wash them again as though they were unclean. After another thought he threw the hand towel and the bar of soap into the trash can, and Trunks didn't protest, merely wondering if he were intending to throw away the trash can as well. "Maybe we shouldn't have a kid."
"Goten," Trunks said, coming into the bathroom behind him, looking at his face in the mirror. "Please. Don't start thinking like that. It's not your fault."
"Well, whose is it?"
"Seems to me we always told him better than that. Seems to me like it's his fault."
Goten didn't say anything at first, pulling out another bar of soap and scrubbing his hands hard still. Trunks wondered if he could really still smell it. Trunks huffed a sigh and wrapped arms around him, catching his hands and holding onto them, stopping the incessant washing. Goten sighed as well, seeming a little smaller for a moment. He pulled his hands free and dried them slowly. "I wonder why...."
Trunks buried his face into Goten's hair, laying a kiss in it lightly, and his arms slipped from around him as he moved out of the bathroom, going downstairs to his study and looking at the phone for a moment before picking it up.

Goten took Keisuke his dinner as he had been for the past three weeks, since every time Trunks had tried to even speak to the boy he ended up losing his cool and shouting. Goten wasn't entirely sure if it was because he was angry, or if he just didn't feel like himself.
It was true that Trunks had changed. He had trouble sleeping some days and couldn't be roused if the house was burning others. He ate odd things between meals, even when Goten shook fists at him and threatened to lock up the refrigerator. He cooked, so at meals at least Trunks ate well. Goten noticed that he often mentioned having shot off his mouth to someone at work. One day he came in with the most perplexed look and said, "I made my secretary cry."
When he descended the stairs and found his way back to the living room, Akira sat with his son in his arms and Marron at his feet, Trunks talked with Ai who was drinking a cup of tea.
Akira had found an apartment of his own and moved in within the week after the sole adoption of his son, even though Trunks had given up any thoughts towards his son's actions and promptly fell in love with his grandson as he had done with little Marron when she was born.
The toddler now stood with her hands on Akira's knee, peering at the bundle a little uncertainly. She always looked like that when she watched the baby. Goten came in the room and scooped her up without warning, hoisting her high into the air, ignoring her surprised squeal as he tossed her up and caught her, tucked her under one arm and tickled her until she was nearly crying and out of breath.
"Tou-san, you'll scare the child to death!" Ai reproved gently.
"Nah!" Goten hoisted the girl up and kissed her on the cheek. "Maybe it scared you, but Marron's a big girl, aren't ya sweetheart?" Marron laughed and held onto him. "C'mon, make faces at your mom!" Goten stuck his tongue out at his daughter and Marron followed suit, giggling.
The baby started and whimpered at the loud noises right above him, and Akira rocked him gently.
"You're going to make Yoshi cry!" Akira scolded. Trunks laughed and remarked on how similar the two young parents were.
"For real," Goten agreed. "As long as you guys didn't make yourselves go deaf, we let you cry all you wanted."
"And that's not true, either," Ai insisted, getting up and punching Goten in the ribs, repossessing her daughter. Goten laughed and patted Marron's hair yet again before plopping onto the couch. The boy was starting to make suspicious noises now, almost like he was crying, but Goten had yet to hear the small boy cry.
"Here," Goten said and reached for the baby. For no reason either of the grandfathers could figure out, Akira had named his son Yoshitsune. It was a perfectly nice name, they agreed, and simply shrugged when Akira could not tell them why it had seemed appropriate. Akira had already taken to calling him Yoshi for short.
When Goten was handed the baby, he held him up and kissed him, talking cutesy to him, although he had never had the habit of using nonsense words. Yoshi watched his mouth, although he couldn't understand, and smiled whenever Goten's eyes caught his, laughing when he was kissed or tickled. Trunks smiled in their direction and turned back to talk to Ai.
Hikaru, as reports went, had stopped by her brothers apartment nearly every day since he took the baby home, playing with him and giving sound medical advice. She was in the middle of her internship at the hospital, and knew a good deal about babies as she liked working often in pediatrics.
The doorbell rang all of a sudden, and Goten passed off Yoshi and went to get it, with Marron tagging along, as she loved answering the door. Goten snatched her up and balanced her on one shoulder, opening the door. "Bulma-san?"
"Goten," she said warmly. "Marron-chan!" Marron allowed herself to be lowered and hugged by Bulma. "How are you?"
"Good," Goten said. "What brings you around?"
"Well, we wanted to see Akira's son. And while we're near here we wanted to stop and check on Trunks." When Goten registered 'we,' he looked behind of Bulma to see Vegeta carefully lifting a metal box out of the car.
"Boy, get over here and help me!" Vegeta growled when he saw Goten. Goten released Marron to her great-grandmother and helped Vegeta with the curious awkward box.
"You're in luck, Akira's here, in the living room."
"Does the baby have a name yet?"
"Yoshitsune," Goten told Bulma. She looked as though she were putting that to memory.
"Who does he look like?"
"Marron," Goten said shortly. The girl in Bulma's arms looked up at him, and Goten tapped her on the nose as he passed. "Not you, silly." Marron was beginning to understand the concept that there was another Marron somewhere, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out where.
Bulma went ahead of them as Vegeta steered them toward the lab. Goten refrained from asking about the large box, not exactly wanting to know. Bulma's voice could be heard from the living room, exclaiming over the baby, Marron's name mentioned at least once- but then, it was thought at least once by them all; Akira had Trunks' face but otherwise was Marron's more masculine image. The baby looked like him, with that blond fuzz.
Vegeta went and helped himself to the refrigerator, and Goten watched in something near amusement as he scratched his chest absently and dug a tooth into the lid of a soda without having to pay the consequences of split gums as the thing hissed. He took a long drink and went to the living room. Still your house, Vegeta?
Goten stood at the doorway to the living room, unable to fight that subconscious lull of satisfaction at seeing a large family gathered together; everyone knowing everyone and always having the right to stick their nose in your business without so much as a what-have-you. Maybe it could be annoying, but it was a thing with families. After he realized what was missing, he turned his back from the scene and headed to the stairs.
He pushed the door open with the lightest of knocks. It was dark inside, and the window was open.
"Ai and Akira are downstairs, and your grandparents. Would you like to come down and join the family?"
Keisuke was silent. Was he asleep? He stirred- weakly, if that. He was lying on his bed with his face turned toward the window. Goten moved over when he didn't say anything, and perched himself gingerly on the edge of the bed. Keisuke looked at him with dark eyes that moved with starlight. His eyes were black- normal human black, like Marron's had been. For some reason, when the two of them stood in the mirror together, Goten got the impression that his own eyes were darker. When Trunks mentioned dark eyes he never thought of his children.
"Yeah..." he said quietly, but made no move to rise. He had been seeing a therapist for the past three weeks, and his parents had found out that he was a recent addict, thank god, and hadn't been on the stuff long. Long past the point when Goten would have let him move freely about the house and even the grounds, he had holed up in his room. He looked sickly. At first he had had dreams, and sweated heavily in the night. Trunks often wasn't awakened by it, due to the odd chemical effects on his whole body, but if Goten wasn't woken by the screams, he jolted awake at the smell of fear that he could pick up somewhere just below conscious awareness. There were times when he had knocked on the door and pushed his way into the room, only to find that Keisuke was awake; huddled on the bed in a tiny ball, shaking like nothing Goten could recall. He had held the boy then, stilled the shaking. Keisuke slept against him, and as soon as Goten knew the boy was out and didn't know of his presence, though truth be told he was doubtful Keisuke knew anything, Goten would slip back to his own bed and shake himself for a while, no matter how he schooled himself against it. It was hard seeing someone he cared about suffer so much and be helpless. He had never personally witnessed withdrawl before.
"Help up?"
"Yeah." Goten wrapped an arm about the young man's waist and pulled him upright, noting that he took a breath, then helped ease himself the rest of the way up. "Thanks," he said quietly.
It seemed it only took a few days, in the very beginning, for his real or imagined grievances against his stepfather to disappear. Thank heaven for little favors, right? They managed to make their way down the stairs between the two of them, Keisuke gaining his feet fairly quickly so that he was supporting himself when he stepped into the living room, hand brushing the doorframe for what little support it could give.
In the light he looked pale. Goten had taken him, one day near the end of the second week, to sit out in the backyard. He had been pale then too, and had not changed since. Keisuke had stared at him a long time, and when he agreed to go outside he had to be carried down for sheer weakness. Goten stayed near him in the grass that day and the two spoke little. There were fireflies out when Keisuke began to nod off and had to be taken back to his room. Over that time it had seemed he had lost twenty years' worth of resistance and bitterness, until he was nearly helpless, and almost depressingly unenergetic, so opposite himself all through his life, the good-looking (in Goten's opinion. Consider the source.) atheletic sixteen-year-old who could always be counted on for a smile, a joke, and a female fan following. Now he was......
Trunks was the first to look up, and his gaze lingered on his son for the longest of moments. No one else noticed, until Trunks deliberately patted the seat beside him on the couch, and the others looked up at the soft sound. Akira was feeding his baby, and nearly spilled milk all over himself when he saw his brother's face. Ai held Marron in her lap and blinked, and Bulma rose and moved over to him, her arms going around her youngest grandson. "I'm glad you're okay," she said, her eyes closed over his shoulder. Haltingly, Keisuke hugged her back and allowed himself to be lead to the seat near his father.
This, Goten decided, is much better. No grudge either way, hopefully; it was just another episode of muddling in the Big Drama. After a while Marron squirmed free of her mother, and Goten sat down on the floor since there were no more chairs, near Trunks' leg. Marron came and played in his lap for a while and then moved off to stare at the baby again.
Trunks' eyes lingered on him a few beats too long, and Goten could feel the soft hot gaze that had been on him whenever they were in the same room together for the past few weeks. Maybe it was chemical too- how long did that damn stuff last?- because he seemed to watch Goten as a lost puppy would, sexual longing evident in his eyes that had seemed to crop up overnight, just when they had had a big "Hands Off" sign plastered between them. Sometimes he stared so much that Goten couldn't see straight.
Bulma turned at last to her son and said, "I came to speak to you and Goten. In the lab, if you will?"

Trunks tugged at the seams on the tips of his gloves, the dark brown ones he wore out of force of habit. Goten would remark that it was like a biker was touching him. He tugged one off violently and looked at it as it hung limply from his fingers. He shoved his hand back in it, feeling the momentary cool of release from his skin recede as his hand warmed it again.
Goten had said he was going to take Keisuke back to bed..... he was taking his sweet time! Didn't he have any idea how-
Trunks bit his lip and toyed with his gloves some more, tightening them and pulling them into different positions around his fingers. His palms were sweating uncomfortably. Well, he reasoned, it's not Goten's fault if I can't control myself. It's not my fault either, so it's- no wait, it is Goten's fault.
Trunks thumped his feet against the floor with a sigh. Hands gripped the edge of the bed as he rocked back and forth. Well, the least he could do is come in here and make it better. That thought was fairly amusing. Trunks was just now insanely glad that they could share their bedroom again. Goten had been sleeping in one of the guest rooms for the past two weeks and six days.
Trunks sighed, long, a release of (some) tension. He pulled his gloves off and left them on the edge of the nightstand, staring at them for a moment. He had hoped that Goten would be here so that he wouldn't have to worry about his clothes, but... he sighed and began methodically undressing, until he was left in shirt and long shorts on the edge of the bed, feet swinging cold over the carpet. He plucked at the cuffs of them. They were comfortable. They felt insubstantial right now. He thought nothing for a moment, just staring at the short pants without blinking.
The door opened; Goten walked in in his full glory, closing the door softly behind him. Did he lock it? Trunks forgot it as soon as Goten turned and smiled at him. His stride was always so unique; he possessed self-confidence with his own abilities, as well as a sharp knowledge of his own limitations that he had built up over the years. Since his abilities were so out of the ordinary on Earth, that self-knowledge looked supremely confident. Something about it was substantial. Trunks forced his eyes up to his husband's face as he came and knelt in front of him.
"You look edgy." Goten's smile was different than it's norm; of course, he knew exactly what would happen and who would be where. For a moment Trunks despised that, but then, it was just because he himself wasn't in control, and he properly loved Goten again within a second.
Goten took his hands as he said it, scooping them up in his. Goten's hands were rough, and always knew how to lie against his skin, always knew whether to cup or open or anything that would drive any lover of his up the wall. Goten had always worked- soul-satisfying physical labor, unnecessary now. Trunks had wondered at first why Goten had continued to work after they had married, when Capsule Corp. made enough money to sustain them and about twenty kids with Saiyan appetites. After a while he had realized that no matter how simple people mistook him to be, he could not alow his mind and body to go unoccupied, and that doing a physical job made him feel good.
Trunks looked down at their hands, feeling a strange sensation accompany the textured fingertips and familiar callused palms sliding beneath his. He looked up again at Goten, who was looking at his face carefully in return.
"You're trembling," Goten whispered, and Trunks glanced down at his own body once. He hadn't really felt anything, but he could see how tense his muscles were throughout his entire body, and- yes damn it, he was shaking.
"I'm not.. sure why..."
Goten's mouth opened as though he were going to say something, but apparently thought better of it because after a moment his lips curved in a silent smile, and he pushed himself up slightly from his position, his mouth catching Trunks' gently. Leaning down into him, Trunks parted his lips and let the kiss become more firmly sealed, feeling Goten's tongue begin the process of exploring him all over again, mapping out every contour. He was incredibly thorough, and Trunks began to feel the shaking of his own body as if he had suddenly connected with the physical. It also made him aware of how Goten affected him, leaving him dizzy and wanting badly as he had been-
Trunks opened his eyes when their lips parted abruptly, looking down at Goten, who blinked at his sudden stillness. "I know you've seen me looking at you. Can we...?" Trunks trailed off, one hand going up to run his fingertips behind his mate's ear. What was a good way to say that he wanted to dispose of all the little games?
"Skip the fun part? Dream on," Goten said, suddenly rising from the floor. One of his hands cupped the back of Trunks' head, the other pressing gently at his chest to bring him back onto the blankets, already kissing him again. Trunks took a breath and hoped that it wouldn't emerge again as some helpless sound, going limp almost immediately under the onslaught of questing hands. Goten left kisses along the side of his face, tender touches on his skin as hands darted under his shirt, tracing the muscles of his abdomen with a familiarity that he used to leave the other demi-saiyan breathless.
He moved over him easily, even though he was somewhat impeded by Trunks' arms winding around him, encouraging him. He shifted them so that they were fully on the bed, no limbs tangled over the edge, and leaned over Trunks, face in his hair, leaving small kisses along the side of his neck, the back when Trunks' head twisted aside, nibbling lightly on his earlobe. Trunks' hands locked securely around him, laying still under his ministrations. Goten had never seen Trunks so compliant, so vulnerable, so very much in need, if that hardness between them was evidence.
"How do you feel?" Goten murmured, catching his eyes.
"Miserable," Trunks told him. "Hurry up and make it better."
Goten smirked, but there was real concern in his eyes. Trunks nodded and touched his chest. "Light-headed.. tense."
Goten's lips met his, soft kisses that all blended into each other, his hand catching under one of his purple-haired lover's knees, pullng them apart. Trunks wrapped legs around his waist willingly, urging him closer. That same hand groped its way slowly up his thigh beneath the clothing, enjoying the feel of him until the cloth would give no more. Trunks shivered at the fingertips grazing more sensitive skin, panting as Goten's kiss moved south again, finding a place on his jaw and then on the side of his neck to suck lightly at. Trunks bit his neck in return, gently, feeling the vibration against his throat as Goten laughed, moving to undo the button of his pants.
His lover and that mouth of his certainly knew how to move. It found all of the more sensitive places easily, tracing wetly with his tongue or nipping slightly, only interrupting to discard the shirt, before moving knowingly over his chest. When Trunks tried to see him, Goten stopped and seized his mouth, thumb rubbing lightly along his jaw, over his lower lip when they parted to breathe, but the rest of the time his tongue forced its way into his mouth, forcing his own into submission and sending sparks of sensation through him when his tongue brushed over those certain spots inside his cheeks, on his tongue, wherever he could find them.
Trunks made a small sound in his mouth, feeling Goten's erection press roughly into his own, feeling a heat come over his body that was totally unfamiliar, and totally mindless, beautifully mindless, consisting only of Goten and the way they were slowly satisfying each other. What is this? Trunks couldn't ever recall such a heat housed in his body, not so intense, where it seemed to sear his loins and his body in turn, originating in his abdomen and spreading pleasantly if intensely throughout him at such a pitch that it felt like some kind of fevered death.
Goten was breaking from him, pulling all of the clothing from his body, eyes moving over him so quickly it was worse than a stare- like he was so obvious, and the glance burned more than any stare. As Trunks felt himself go flush-red, Goten paused and went back for a long look; there was wonder in him even though he knew Trunks' body intimately, and was long past the stage where he should start to take it for granted.
Annoyed, Trunks tugged ungently at his shirt, and Goten raised his arms to allow it to be pulled off. When Trunks' hands caught at his waistband he moved close and spooned himself intimately into Trunks- face to face- and took his mouth in a long satisfying kiss. Trunks gripped the jeans, one hand at either side of him along the seams, and pulled with a quick thrust of exertion, hearing a long rip that obviously startled Goten. After a moment, Goten looked down between them and laughed aloud, his eyes catching at Trunks' in infinite amusement.
"Evil," Goten breathed. "I liked those."
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him, bringing him down on him and feasting at his throat, and Goten supported himself on his hands to allow it. Goten took a breath that Trunks detected with his lips. "Of course, I like you better."
"Mmm?"
"Sure; I would much rather go naked with you than wear clothing without you." These words he made as lewd and telling as he could with his tone until Trunks bit at his lower lip, bringing drops of blood.
"Evil," he repeated, and then licked those drops away slowly, tongue flicking along his lips in plain view before he leaned down and thrust it into his mate's mouth, both of them tasting the blood, that tongue moving deep into the back of Trunks' throat, bringing a grunt from him as their bodies touched intimately and Goten's hands moved over him again.
"Goten," Trunks said, feeling fires bite at his abdomen. "I want it now."
"Now?"
Trunks nodded, his thighs tightened slightly around those slim hips between them, and he drew Goten into another kiss. "Don't make me wait." Goten obeyed him without another word.
Trunks felt the dark-haired one touch him gently, at the entrance of his body, almost as though he didn't dare, which was totally false, but prolonged the moment almost painfully. The touch was tender, searching inside of him even though he knew Trunks' body inside and out more intimately than he himself would guess. A sound escaped the older demi-saiyan as Goten's touch carefully avoided that spot that begged for his attention.
"Goten..."
A kiss was laid on his temple, as the fingers that so mercilessly and so sweetly took over inside him took their time in getting around to that spot. The need increased exponentially as Goten stroked that spot in small circles, not lifting his fingers, until Trunks was writhing beneath him, stifling cries that tore at his throat, leaving it more hoarse than if he'd shouted his pleasure nonstop. Goten bit into his shoulder. "Let's hear your voice, koi..."
Trunks opened his eyes a clamped his lips tight shut. Goten had no visible reaction, his mouth moving to kiss the purple-haired one again, tongue tracing his lips as he had earlier traced his own, and Trunks was still, feeling the tingle left behind by the touch. Goten's arms readjusted around him again, free arm going around his waist, hand trailing along his side before it slid under and along the tail scar with full contact. Trunks did cry out then, involuntarily, body jerking slightly, not knowing which way to go, not even knowing if he wanted to get away from that intense sensation. Goten settled it for him by not allowing him to move, both hands teasing him so continuously that the rest of his body went numb, almost.
At long last Goten took hold of his hips and held him still, entering him with a slow plunge. Trunks drew a shuddering breath and held him there for a long moment with a tensing of muscles, relaxing slowly, consciously, feeling Goten swallow hard and begin to move in him, his erection touching that place in him repeatedly. Trunks looked at him, half-lidded eyes hiding the lust he felt, unconsciously moving with him, the motions all familiar but never unwelcome to either of them.
Trunks closed his eyes and held fast to Goten, arms wrapped about his neck and shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under his skin, the slick sheen of sweat, the joining of their bodies and the heat most of all, and for some reason no matter how he lost himself into that pleasure, he remained aware of the origin of all that.
Goten seized into a sudden bundle of nerves and muscles, body snapping taut as he came, muffling his own sounds in Trunks' shoulder as he was held fast to the other's chest. After a moment Goten was spent and lay against him for a moment with eyes closed, then opened them again and pressed Trunks fully into the bed again, moving down to take his still-hard member into his mouth, watching as Trunks' head fell back weakly in ecstasy, breath speeding even faster than it had when Goten made love to him. He was forced to simply hang on for the ride as Goten's mouth took him to heaven and back, tongue and lips and hands moving over him in what felt only like a chaotic swash of feeling. Goten took him in deep, the back of his throat working as he swallowed and tried to find a comfortable pace, feeling Trunks' involuntary jerks against his lips, looking up as The other demi-saiyan's mouth dropped open in an attempt to get air. A surprised gasp lashed the air as Trunks went stiff, releasing the thick liquid as Goten made a valiant effort to swallow it all, licking the last traces away as Trunks weakly pulled at him to come close.
Goten nuzzled into his neck, smiling vaguely at him when the blue eyes met his, still clouded over with passion and the last dregs of that blissful lack of awareness. He closed his eyes and breathed Trunks in for a long moment, whole body going flaccid as he fell into a dreamy state. Trunks' head cleared when he was able to greedliy suck oxygen again, so as Goten fell asleep he lay awake alone. He had missed Goten indeed; he could never remember any sensation as welcome as that of the younger man next to him. Never thought I'd be happy to be gay... the thought crossed his mind on rare occasion and made him laugh as it did now. Not the laugh you would say if someone said that to you, but the laugh that wondered if it was true and why it should matter. Then again, we shouldn't be classified quite in any way we know. We're not exactly the yokels next door, now are we? Trunks suddenly felt a little too warm with Goten so close to him, and cast about with one arm for the robe he usually kept nearby. Goten had curled into him comfortably, and he was loathe to move now, but he was hit with a restlessness that he couldn't explain.
He moved into the bathroom and enjoyed a shower, as it took away a great deal of that burdensome heat, and slipped back into the robe, tying it and wandering out the door, closing it behind him. He could feel it in the way his weight dropped onto each foot heavily down the stairs. His body was tired, but his mind had food to chew.
What if this was a bad idea? Trunks felt as though he could already perceive changes in his body, in the way his blood and adrenalin ran through his veins. Maybe it was partly due to the heavy doses of chemicals his parents had given him, (which truth be told he was leery of; he had started feeling very ..."antsy" after the dose they had given him earlier that evening,) or maybe it was largely psychosomatic, but it was unsettling.
What if this doesn't work out? It would break Goten's heart. Maybe even his own; right now he still felt as though he were in limbo. So much had been going on lately... But Keisuke's doing better. Akira's clinging to advice like a new parent and doing fine. Yoshitsune is obviously healthy and happy. Goten and I haven't had an argument in.... Trunks knocked absently on the wooden rail of the stairway as he turned off of it. Best not to invite bad luck.
Trunks opened the large refrigerator double doors and stared blankly at shelf after shelf of food; so much one would think every day was a feast. Even with the three of them only in the house, they still packed it away; well, the two husbands did, as Keisuke slowly gained back his appetite. They had just been shopping, the two of them, as Keisuke had declined going.
Trunks had often lain awake in the night and wondered why his son had started smoking. Just before he fell into slumber the thought came to him... Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to him. Could it be true? Was it? What should he do now?
He sighed softly, the breath looking a little too much like it had substance, and he shivered as he realized the temperature had dropped a few degrees in the room. He closed the door without choosing anything, and stood for a moment looking at the door of it. There were a couple pictures Marron had drawn and colored, the typical daycare-type things, although if there was a day when both parents were working Marron came to stay at her grandparents. Since Shiro's mother had died a year or so ago of whatever disease had chewed her inside out, and the two of them had come to live in the middle-class neighborhoods, that meant playtime for Goten at least once a week. As time went on Shiro and Ai gotten better at juggling his work and her classes, so that one parent was almost always with the little girl. Ai had dropped out of college when Marron was born, but with her father's and husband's urging and the fact that her little girl was "getting so big," Ai had gone back to the classes she loved. Whenever she came over they all got an earful of biology and mathematics, and when Hikaru was with her everyone learned things about human bodies they didn't ever consider wanting to know as the younger girl's nursing job often got the two talking. Marron probably didn't understand most of the terms they discussed, and Shiro would raise his voice and blithely continue whatever other conversation had been going on before, quite used to tuning it out. Ai sometimes joked that she came home and talked of her classes and he pretended to listen until she had talked herself out.
"We have a little thing called air conditioning. You don't need to burn out the fridge. Goten already does that with how often he opens it." Keisuke leaned his entire body from the waist up against the doorframe, smiling sleepily at him. Somehow that comment was without malice, and he could tell; it felt different from the boy's dealings with his stepfather over the past....
Keisuke pushed himself up by the virtue of one elbow as Trunks completed his suspended circuit, turning fully around.
"Like you can talk. You eat like a horse," Trunks told him.
"I have an excuse."
"So does Goten," Trunks said, a smile touching his lips. "Not only is he a quarter more Saiyan than you, he's mentally a teenager as well."
Keisuke grabbed an apple from the dish on the counter and faced his father, face to.. well, face. When in the world had that happened? When had Keisuke Briefs gone from the little boy who climbed his father's body to sit on his shoulder to the rebellious handsome young man that now faced him, crunching on his apple?
He smiled, that same contented smile Trunks had often seen on his own face when he shaved and Goten said something cute. Trunks was too deep in his own thoughts to return it, and it fell away. Maybe Keisuke could sense that his father was ill at ease, because he shifted slightly and took another small bite, the hand dropping to his side.
Even now the purple-haired boy looked at him with dark eyes and swallowed once, face slipping into an expressionless mask. Where had Trunks seen that one? On himself of course; this child was too much like him. Akira, on thought, had grown up to be quite a bit like his father, but his differences showed quite blaringly when the two were compared. Did Keisuke now sense what he was thinking? Maybe he should-
"Why did you do it?" The question was out before he could think to stop himself.
"I didn't think about it. I didn't decide to do it." Maybe that was comforting.... maybe not.
"Naze da?"
"I remember thinking when I was going around my friends, what lowlifes they all were. I mean, I had never felt like I wasn't one of them before. Yuuko had gotten so angry at me....."
"Why was she?" Trunks prompted.
"You know how we fight. I thought about what you said, and I decided maybe it was a good idea, for a while at least... she screamed a lot. I didn't tell her right away. I tried. We were so busy fighting I couldn't end it."
"Why do you think I never taught you martial arts? It's in the blood; for us there is no end."
"I did wonder about that," Keisuke said with a small smile. "I remember I was sitting by the pier on the south side of the city and I was... you would even have made fun of me, even Goten would have. I was so messed up and upset I was shaking. One of them shoved the joint in my mouth and patted me on the back till I coughed and breathed in, and after that I was already too messed up to know better. I remember them laughing 'cause I'd joined them at last. I didn't like it, them, but I felt everything I was upset about just float away... I can't explain it."
"They say it only takes once to get hooked," Trunks said sympathetically. Some part of him was illogically relieved that Keisuke hadn't picked up the first joint.
"After that I never thought about it, I just did it. Occasionally I would realize it was bad for me, but by that time I was so buzzed I couldn't remember the way home even." Keisuke was laughing and that bothered him, but he could see that the back of the boy's neck was a little red before he reached up to rub it absently, and took it as a "teen thing." How come parents could never recall what they had done unconsciously at that age? Weren't adults supposed to know... stuff?
He always remembered thinking that adults were stupid then, and at that age as with all other ages there were, Goten agreed wholeheartedly with him. Sometimes Trunks thought that some of those R-rated movies they had snuck into as kids had emotionally scarred his best friend. Maybe he was made that way. Who knew? Either way, the very idea of becoming an adult was against Goten's creed. Luckily, Goten didn't seem to blame him a bit for selling out. Goten always sat in the theaters with his hands over his eyes anyway, as small children.
"What about Yuuko now?"
"Oh, she found out what I was doing. Of course, she found me on the south pier when I was high, so I treated her pretty bad. I vaguely remember doing it, but I haven't exactly been able to go apologize for it. Y'know... grounded?" Keisuke grinned slightly.
Trunks eyed his son critically. The boy still looked over-pale, sick, and probably wouldn't have even made it to Yuuko's house before now. "Doesn't it seem important to you?"
"Would Goten even let me out of the house after everything I've done? I know I wouldn't believe me if I were him." Keisuke delivered it with a straight face, but there was that about him that hinted at his shame.
"Why don't you try asking him?" Trunks murmured coolly, looking the boy over.
"I guess.." he muttered in return, unwilling.
"Maybe you should go to bed. You look fragile."
"Fragile?"
Trunks nodded.
"You thought it was you, didn't you?"
"What?"
Keisuke raised two fingers to his lips and made sucking noises. "You blamed yourself somehow, finding some stupid, typically adult reason to take responsibility and feel bad."
"That is why you and Goten get along so well," Trunks told him.
Keisuke, thrown off, blinked. "Nani?"
"Goten hates adults too," Trunks said with a smile.
"How does he put up with you then?"
"Damned if I know. Maybe it's because he knew me back when I agreed."
"You mean you don't agree now?"
"I agree in some stupid typically adult way, finding a reason to deny responsibiliy and make myself feel better by blaming corrupt fascist dictators and the like," Trunks said with a decisive nod.
Keisuke yawned and then sighed with a small smile. "Ahh, rationalizing; what won't it cure?"
"Story of my life," Trunks said, dropping an arm around his son's shoulders and walking up the staircase with him.

Goten seemed to go about normal life as though everything had been boring and routine up until that point, but Trunks often found himself watching enviously as his husband played and sang with Marron in the sunshine as though she were the entire world. Maybe he had something with that anti-adult policy there.
Trunks layed a hand over his stomach and laid down on the couch, pulling a pillow up under his head and watching Marron giggle when her grandfather made faces at her and hugged her. She was almost three now, Trunks recalled; Goten had said something the other day. He wondered what her parents were planning. She was getting old enough now to start remembering them. Trunks remembered one of his birthdays, when he was a small child, when Goten was his best and only best friend in the world, before he started meeting people, and before Goten met people and got that noxious girlfriend he dated for almost a year.
His mother had invited the entire class over, and of course Goten, who had dropped something under the table. As he crawled down to get it, he accidentally kicked the table the cake was on, and of course, being both half Saiyan as well as his father's son, he broke it, and Trunks remembered being so embarrassed he wanted to crawl under the other table and have Goten kick it down too. Goten had been unbelieveably sorry, and of course in time was forgiven. But if Trunks had looked at it from a clinical point of view, he might have realized that that was the moment that Goten began to take the inferior role in their relationship.
Maybe it was a good thing he didn't. It was just a silly cake, after all. Why upset his best friend over it?
Looks like this is the beginning of "Birthday Hell." Man, I hated birthdays when I was little. Trunks felt a strange rumble in his stomach and sighed. Maybe he had eaten too much last night; all of the kids had been over, the baby putting up a noise as though he had finally learned to cry, and there had been food a-plenty. He had found himself ravenous, and Goten had laughed when he poured the gravy from his mashed potatoes over his corn.
The purple-haired man turned his attention back to his mate and gradchild. Now, it seemed, Marron talked nonstop to him, and only smiled pretty for everyone else. Shiro reported that his daughter spoke her fair share with him as well. The girl, when Goten was busy, often then turned her attentions to her other grandfather and followed him in whatever he was doing, helping if he would let her, sitting to watch when he would not. He had witnessed it with Ai as well; the girl seemed to idolize her beautiful mother, for indeed Ai was quiet lovely. Trunks often still remembered the slender almost to skinny quiet girl he had been introduced to, and Goten always remembered her that way. But every now and then Trunks was able to step back and look at them all, and he was unable to blame his daughters for getting married, all three of them. They were all quite good-looking, and he was the proud biological father of two of them which made him feel good, and the step-father of the other which made him feel better.
Shiro obviously idolized his beautiful wife as well. It was funny; she was buried too deep in her textbooks to see. She would notice some day, Trunks was sure. The girl was the polar opposite of "stupid," and knew enough about people and guys to know that her husband worshipped the ground she walked on. She had never cared much for guys. Shiro, however, was not "a guy." He was "Shiro," and from the outset had been "her Shiro," quite willingly, and when she had married him it was like backing up her claim. Almost like picking up dry cleaning or layaway, only much more romantic.
Marron sat back in Goten's lap and they read now, still sitting in the oblong polygon of light from the sliding glass doors, and she smiled at something that happened in the book. She looked like both her parents, a lovely blend of both.
It hadn't occurred to him that the little girl could become a lovely young woman some day, as it hadn't occurred to him, and especially not to Goten, that her mother would grow up either. Trunks only now wondered if he would live to see great-great grandchildren. Saiyans were long-lived. Vegeta was still going strong and had two great-grandchildren; Maybe Trunks wouldn't live that long because of his human blood, but it was still nice to think about.
And each of his daughters had found an exceptional guy, even if he was loathe to admit it to their faces. Curse them all, sometimes he wanted his little girls back. He missed a carful of silliness whenever thay went anywhere. He missed the three girls sitting in the back eating ice cream while Goten and the boys were off somewhere playing.
Why am I so nostalgic? They're great women. Great. Ever since those chemicals I feel all.... feminine and stuff. Trunks made a disgusted sound. Goten glanced up at him, then turned back to Marron. Trunks wondered if Goten looked at her and saw who she was or who she would be. Trunks had never seen that in his own children.
No.... that wasn't true, either. He had seen Hikaru walk around corners and become her mother, and it was true in a way. Personality-wise, she was her mother. Even through looks, with the exception of her father's eyes. They were just his color, not even the shape, but it must be something about that shade that made people think of him.
Trunks pulled himself up and went into the kitchen, finding a jug of milk in the refrigerator and licking his lips. Was there any pancake mix around? Trunks rummaged noisily through cabinets and such, then leaned his head back out into the living room. "Goten! Is there any pancake mix?"
Goten glanced at the clock, which was about to ring three o'clock, and mentally shrugged. "If it's not in the pantry on the left in the middle shelves, then no, we don't. Keisuke inhales that stuff."
Trunks ducked back into the pantry to check again. "Maybe he hid it... dammit, I want some pancakes!"
Goten appeared in the doorway with Marron on his shoulder, who looked at him blandly. "Love, if you want pancakes that badly I'll go out and get some pancake mix." He didn't have to remind Trunks not to curse in front of their young granddaughter.
"Don't hang over my shoulder!" Trunks told him. There, so it's his fault if he worries over her hearing. He turned back to the pantry, barely registering the puzzled silence on the other end of the kitchen.
"I wasn't, I'm sorry. Do you want some pancakes or no?"
"I'd rather have waffles," Trunks decided and pulled out a box from the freezer. "Something to go with my milk."
He then proceded to heat up two waffles and pull out the biggest glass in the cabinet.
When he looked back at Goten over the rim of his glass, the door was swinging shut and Marron was gone. Goten stood with a hand parked on his hip and the other on the counter. "What's up with you?"
"I wanted a pancake!" Trunks said, gesturing widely after setting down the glass and reaching to drag the milk jug closer to him. He emptied it into the glass. "But if you're going out anyway, could you get me some milk?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"How should I know?" Thanking God for fast-heating waffles, Trunks pulled them out of the microwave and juggled one around in his hands until he could fold it in half and take a gigantic bite and wash it down with great gulps of milk.
Goten continued to look at him. "Well, my father doesn't exactly know what it's like to be a pregnant Saiyan, and neither does my mother."
"But she knows what it's like to be pregnant," Goten said. "I would think some things are universal; else how could we be here?"
"Disturbing," Trunks commented and went back to his waffles.
The next morning Trunks woke feeling so sick he could die, but it was just nausea and he couldn't heave anything up. Goten came into the bathroom when he woke and found him there, rubbed his eyes sleepily and rested hands on his waist, holding onto him for a long moment. Trunks at last sank to the ground right out of his grip, in front of the toilet.
"If I'm pregnant I'm not going to make it!"
Goten dropped to a knee beside him and watched him with wide eyes. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Feeling nauseous?"
"In the mornings," Goten supplied.
"A week...?" Trunks counted on one hand. It had only been one month, and Trunks had not really thought about it overmuch except to blame vague "chemicals" for his bad moods.
Goten sighed and pulled him over nearly into his lap, nuzzling him. "Trunks..."
Trunks' eyes slid closed, resting himself against Goten's warm presence.
"Have you been sick in the day?"
"To my stomach, a little." Trunks admitted this while biting his lip, making his voice even more muffled.
Goten said nothing for a while, and Trunks drew deep breaths. At last he pulled away and sat upright, smiling slightly, although to Goten's eyes he was still a little pale. "I'm alright. Just a little-"
Goten saw it almost before Trunks felt it. He paused, slapped one palm across his mouth and turned to the toilet. Goten held onto his shoulders since he could do nothing.
"Can we assume you're pregnant?" Goten's tones climbed with something near distress as Trunks was making noises too loud to hear him, and flushed the toilet which almost drowned out his words.
"I'll go to Mom's house today," Trunks replied between moments, and Goten took this as a delicate way of saying yes.
When Trunks was feeling a bit better, Goten jumped up and went to get his things for a shower, whistling. Trunks could have glared at him, but after thought realized that to him it was sickness; to Goten it was a baby on the way. His baby.
Trunks watched Goten as he walked by the open door, now half-way dressed and whistling. He pulled on a shirt he found in the closet and pulled his socks on.
For just a moment as Trunks leaned his forehead on his elbow, and that against the edge of the counter topped by the sink, he felt as though he were going to grow to indignance with Goten. But then, he realized, he had never been completely clued in to Marron's plight either. The other day he had thought several times of saying something to Goten. He had felt sick the entire day; hot and nauseous, unable to sleep that night, and he had taken out temper on everyone around him, even causing his poor granddaughter to cry. Instantly, he had been sorry and comforted her, and her spirits had been soon restored, but Trunks had gone to lock himself into his study.
He breathed in slowly, feeling the good air clear his head a little bit. Trunks sighed and wiped away the purple strands plastered to his already hot and sweating face. As he took in another more incautious breath, pain ripped down his side like fire and set every cell it touched into some twisted agony. He groaned and held his breath until it abated somewhat and was able to breath somewhat again.
I should tell Goten- He looked up and Goten had already left the room, since he had seen his mate was no longer heaving over the toilet. Heaving- I'm just getting adjusted to this, is all. My body is just having a "NANI?!?" reaction. I'll be fine in a little bit. I'm not a wimp, after all. If it continues- Trunks rose to answer the phone and promptly forgot about it.
*~*~*~*~ OSHIMAI
(........or is it?) ::heh^_^heh::