Goten struggled with the sleeves of the button up shirt he'd been stuffed in, fidgeting uncomfortably. After he'd gone through his growth spurt a few years ago he'd developed a hatred for long sleeves; they always squeezed his muscles and felt like they would rip apart if he flexed.
Panchy Briefs pushed more cookies into his hands, squeezing his cheek again as she squealed. "Oh, you're just the cutest thing! I swear you get bigger every time I see you, Gohan."
"I'm still not Gohan," he muttered for the third time that day, "but thank you."
Birthdays at the Son household usually involved extra food, some tighter hugs, maybe a few presents and some close friends. Apparently at Capsule Corporation they didn't do anything small. Goten had found himself trapped in a wide reception hall with his own name hanging on banners.
He recognized some of the crowd milling about, and he wished in vain he could go hide among his father and his friends, but people had been pulling him every which way all night. Many guests had only turned up due to the Briefs' family name, having heard through the tabloids that Goten had some strange relationship to the young heir. They insisted on getting time with the 'guest of honor' and congratulating him on turning sixteen, like it was some great accomplishment.
He glanced apprehensively at the tall pile of presents accumulating in the corner, trying to not look ungrateful. Goten was not a brat, not even close. He took after his father in that regard; as long as he had clothes, food, and a few things to entertain himself, he rarely wanted for material possessions. Still, the Briefs seemed set on trying to spoil him with tailored clothes and fancy trinkets. Well, okay, one of them in particular was the most guilty.
Trunks, come save me from your Grandmother. Truuuunks. He thought loudly, trying to catch sight of his mate among the crowd. Panchy continued to ramble, not giving him a chance to escape, and Goten decided to play unfairly. Trunks, your Goten needs you. Don't you want me anymore? I'm all alone and some guy across the room keeps checking me out. I think he wants to take me home with him.
It was less than a minute before he felt Trunks' strong arm curl around his middle. "Who's checking you out?" He growled.
"False alarm," Goten grinned innocently.
"Grandma I have to take Goten to say hello to Master Roshi now," Trunks said, cutting her off mid-ramble about her rose garden.
"Oh, you boys are just so precious!" She gushed, kissing her grandson on the cheek as she wandered away.
"You ever hear of the boy who cried wolf?" Trunks asked, leading Goten away.
"That only applies if you would ever stop coming for me. Where have you been anyway? You said you'd keep me sane during the party."
"I had something to take care of. Don't worry about it."
Goten narrowed his eyes. "You agreed. You promised me you wouldn't get me a present."
"No, I promised I wouldn't spend any money on you."
"I didn't agree to that loophole."
"Yes you did. Remember? I refused to use my tongue until you agreed. You lasted a whole thirty seconds before you gave in."
Goten blushed, glancing around to make sure no one had heard him. "That's not fair, you know I can't think straight when you're touching me."
Trunks grinned. "I know. Don't worry, you'll like it, I know my Ten. Now let's get those presents opened so we can eat and go to bed. I want to try something tonight."
"Something?" Goten asked warily.
"Only with permission, of course."
He sighed. "Okay, let's get this over with."
No one could fault Goten on his manners. He opened each gift with care and thanked the givers profusely, wondering absently just what the hell they thought he'd do with crystal glass and expensive cologne. At least those who knew him better made an effort to get him things he'd actually like. Tien and Chiaotzu had brought him a large box of specialty meats from the region they'd been training in, and his father had brought a new set of weighted clothes for him to wear under his clothes. He knew immediately which gift was his mother's; no one else would get him a stack of entomology textbooks.
The pile of boxes dwindled down and Goten breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the last one and thanked an unfamiliar man for the bottle of chocolate liqueur, wondering if he knew Goten was underage. He bowed to his guests, hoping they could eat now and get everyone out of the house as soon as possible.
Trunks came up to him and took his hand. "I have something to show you," he said, tugging his hand away.
"Can't we get the meal over with?" He groaned.
Trunks chuckled. "That's part one of your present; we're leaving the party early."
Goten grinned, letting his mate pull him along. They made it out into the night air and he was surprised to see both sets of their parents and siblings waiting for them, even Videl waved excitedly at him, holding Pan. "What's going on?"
"Come on, we have to walk a short way."
Bra clapped her hands and reached for Goten; she'd grown very fond of him in the months he'd been living with them. "Goten house!" She squealed.
"Bra, shut up!" Trunks snapped at her. "You're going to ruin it."
Bulma shushed her gently. Goten peered around suspiciously as they made it across the Capsule Corporation compound. He didn't usually explore it much, he only ever needed to be in the main house and the training grounds they used to spar.
A squat house came into view, dome shaped like many capsule homes. This one stood out though; the symbol for House Vegeta was emblazoned on the front of it.
"Mom wanted it to be like three times this size, but I told her you prefer cozy spaces," Trunks said, running to open the door. "Happy birthday, Ten."
Goten blinked, staring at his family. "You bought me a house?"
"Made it, actually," Trunks said with a wink. "No money required."
The house was already warm inside, a small fire roaring in the stone hearth of the living room connected to the front door. He could see an open kitchen not far away; a long dining table set with fresh food sat off to one side. A short hallway lead to another section of the house - what he assumed would be the bedroom. He recognized some of the furnishings, a lot seemed to have come from his room back on Mt. Pauzo.
"What do you think?" Gohan asked with a grin.
"This is...mine?"
"Ours," Trunks nodded taking his hand, "and it gets better. It's fully capsulated. Meaning we can take it back and forth between here and Mt. Pauzo. We can even take it to college if we want. No more messed up sleeping schedule, we'll be home all the time. With one bed."
Goten shot a questioning look at his mother who nodded begrudgingly. "You're clearly already sleeping in the same bed while you're here, I'm tired of the argument. Just be responsible."
"This is… this is great!" Goten gushed, rushing to take in the small details of his new home. "We get to stay here? For good? Where'd all the food come from?"
"I made it," Trunks said, sitting in one of the chairs and pulling one out for Goten. "I thought you'd prefer to just eat with our families rather than a big crowd." He lowered his voice. "Plus if I make it I don't have the urge to taste everything."
It wasn't easy to get both sets of their families together in one place, and it was harder to make enough food to fill them all. The group sat together and talked as they had dinner, and for a little while Goten got to feel like he had a normal life. He squeezed Trunks' hand under the table in thanks. Trunks smirked, a wicked gleam in his eye. Goten's smile faltered, he'd seen that look a few times before, and something interesting always happened afterward.
Gohan was telling the group about a conference he had attended the previous week, so no one was paying attention to either of the teens. Trunks leaned in close to Goten's ear so that only he could hear him. "Goten, get hard."
Goten held back a gasp as his body obeyed, very glad he was seated so that no one could see his lap. He gave Trunks a horrified look and tried to will his erection down, terrified someone would see it somehow. He heard Trunks suppress a giggle by taking a drink of water. What are you doing! He thought at him loudly. Someone's going to see!
"It's funny," Trunks said quietly at his ear again. "I always wanted to to see if I could do this with just my voice. Goten, harder."
Goten bit his lip. He felt a wet spot as precum started to drip from his tip, desperate to be touched. Trunks snorted, clearly enjoying his distress. Two could play at this game, and he knew exactly how to get under Trunks' skin. This was war.
Goten took a deep breath and started to imagine he and Trunks together, twisted in the sheets of a bed. Except in this fantasy, they weren't taking anything slowly. Trunks was buried deep inside him, pounding him into the mattress while he screamed his name.
The glass in Trunks' hand shattered, drawing the attention of the group seated around the table. Vegeta snorted. "You've had the home for less than an hour and you're already breaking it?"
Trunks cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry guys, must be getting stronger lately."
"I'll say," Goku smiled. "Every day you look more and more like future Trunks did when he came back to warn us about the Android's."
Trunks laughed and rubbed the back of his head, trying to ignore the scene Goten was broadcasting at him. Unfortunately it had started to backfire; fantasizing about the two of them in bed wasn't helping Goten's painful situation.
"Well, if you all don't mind, I think the two if us will get an early night," Trunks said, trying to politely get them to leave.
"It is a school night," Chichi said approvingly.
"Exactly," Trunks said, knowing damn well neither of them were going to get much sleep. "We have to stay rested if we're going to keep our grades up."
Vegeta snorted, seeing through the lie easily. He decided to save his son the embarrassment and pretend the intense smell of arousal in the room wasn't evident to all those with Saiyan blood and heightened senses. At least Kakarot seemed to be clueless. He saw him wrinkle his nose, but he clearly couldn't place the scent. Gohan's slight blush told a different story and he quickly gathered up his wife and daughter, agreeing it was about time to head home.
As soon as they were alone Trunks pounced. He threw Goten against the fridge, pulling away at the button up shirt he hated so much. "You almost got us caught."
"Me?" Goten grumbled, finally freeing himself from the tight confines of his pants. "You started it!"
"You know for a blushing virgin you sure do have some dirty fantasies."
"That one was special for you," he grinned evilly.
"I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson, aren't I?"
"Definitely."
"Goten, get on your knees and keep your hands behind your back."
Goten obeyed, staring up at Trunks hungrily as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. He pushed himself into Goten's mouth, holding the back of his head as started to thrust in and out. "Are you...okay with this?" He gasped out.
Yes, hell yes, but I want to touch you. I want to touch me. Let me move my hands.
"No. I'm trying something. I'll take care of you, Ten."
Goten tried to be patient, but he ached. He tried to pull his hands away from his back, but whatever hold the claim had on him gave him no willpower to move them; they may as well be lashed to his skin. He whined a little. Mmmm, you taste so good Trunks. Let me get a better grip on you.
Trunks chuckled. "So impatient. Let me try this. Goten, come now."
Goten moaned around his shaft as pleasure ran through him. He came hard on the floor, struggling to stay upright.
"That's right, Ten. Your body listens to me better than it listens to you. Goten, get hard again."
He winced as his sensitive flesh pulled back to life in seconds, waiting for Trunks' orders. The hand in his hair tightened a little and he pressed him back against the fridge, thrusting faster as he started to lose himself.
Keep going. Im fine, go as hard as you want. Goten encouraged him, knowing how rarely Trunks indulged himself. For Trunks it always seemed to be about making his mate feel good, and despite his insistence that it was good for both of them Goten sometimes felt like he wasn't holding up his end. Trunks was big, big enough that as he started to push farther he slid down into Goten's throat and filled his mouth, but he was managing, taking a quick breath through his nose every few seconds.
"I'm almost...I'm close."
Down my throat.
"Goten, come again."
Goten groaned low in his throat as another orgasm was ripped out of him. Trunks followed him, grabbing the fridge to stabilize himself as he rode it out. He frowned when Goten coughed as he pulled himself out.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, I would have warned you, I'm fine. You know I'm not made of glass, right? I'm probably one of the strongest men in the world."
He lowered himself down the floor, shaking his head as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, but so am I. If I really went all out you might get hurt. I'm sorry."
"Don't be, I'm fine. You wouldn't hurt me."
"You don't know what it's like when that instinct takes over. I'm not myself, I can't think, it's like being possessed."
"Uh, Trunks? Little help here?" Goten asked, still posed on his knees with his hands behind him.
"I don't know, that's a good look for you," he smiled softly. "I could just leave you like that until I need you again."
"As if you could sleep without me."
"Goten you may move."
He stretched out his legs and rubbed his arms. "You know you're not the only one who acts weird because of the claim? I mean it's one thing when you order my body to react to something, I kinda get that. It's weirder when I don't have the willpower to disobey. I train in hundreds of times of Earth's gravity, but one sentence from you and I can't even stand. Feels weird."
"Do I do it too often?"
"No," he answered honestly. Trunks didn't give too many orders, unless you counted the one he asked for as a sleep aid most nights. "You give me plenty of choice. Come on. Let's go see our new room."
Goten stretched out happily on their enormous bed; he had a tendency to sleep like a starfish and they needed the extra room. Trunks watched him enjoying the soft material for a few long moments before crawling into bed to join him.
"I really love our house, Trunks. This was really nice of your family."
"They want us to be happy," Trunks said, pulling flush against him. "Besides, it had become necessary."
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently the sound proofing wasn't working well enough. You woke up Bra twice this month with your moaning."
Goten gaped in horror as his mate laughed at him.
