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Chapter 26
The attorney frowned. Trunks felt she was a little tense.
- Mr. Briefs, there are no less than 10 witnesses. Shall I think they're all liars? she asked.
She'd talked with a strangely gentle voice, as if she was speaking to a child.
- No, of course they're not, he grumbled.
She nodded to show she appeciated his effort to answer her question.
- You wounded Alice. This is what we call an assault and that's what you're prosecuted for. And as things now stand, you'll likely be sentenced for that, too.
Trunks shifted his eyes nervously. The hotel's terrace where they were meeting was as always almost empty. Customers were really very discreet in this hotel, it seemed Bulma had been smart when she picked it out.
- Why?
The young man was snatched out of his thoughts by the lawyer's question. His blue eyes turned back to her serious face with some bewilderment. She was sitting opposite from him and eating dinner quietly.
- Why did you attack Alice that way? she repeated patiently.
He bit his lip but didn't answer. His gaze drifted away again.
- Mr. Briefs, your trial is in a few days, a day after tomorrow, she recalled in a calm voice.
She still had this strange way of talking to him. It was a little mothering, both patient and demanding.
She pulled out some documents from her saddlebag and dropped them heavily on the table in front of him. He squinted at the thick stack. It was indeed a package of several tabloids and newspapers of all kinds. They were all cautiously open on specific pages. Huge headlines were highlighted.
"Domestic violence, the Briefs dynasty's hidden side" " Prince Trunks, not so charming" " Quick-tempered Trunks Briefs assaulted his girlfriend in a fit of jealousy." The words were printed in bold type and made Trunks jump slightly. They were all proclaming the same statement : he was a jealous, violent, possessive boyfriend.
- I bet you know the story the journalists are telling everyone, the attorney concluded upon taking the papers back to put them away in her bag.
She'd noticed his reaction and didn't want to leave him enough time to read more than the titles.
- That's not me, I'm not like that! I'm not what they say! Trunks replied indignantly.
- Really? However, this is exactly what you seem to be, Mr. Briefs, the lawyer pointed out quietly as she kept on eating.
- Crap! Journalists would write anything to make money, you know that!
She looked up at him with surprise.
- No, I don't know that, Mr. Briefs, she replied, and as long as you refuse to explain what really happened, the judges will have no chance to know it either.
Trunks clenched his lips in frustration and remained still.
- Let me think about it a minute, she summed up, Alice says that you assaulted her because you were jealous, and, as a matter of fact, it's no secret to anyone that you were pretty upset when she left you one year ago. And what do you have to put forward against that story? Nothing.
- I don't give a fucking damn about Alice! She can drop dead as far as I'm concerned! Trunks burst as he was deeply piqued to hear once more about his affair with Alice.
The attorney nodded and took a sip of wine. She waited a moment for Trunks to explain some more, but he merely pushed back his plate angrily, instead.
- Mr. Briefs, she insisted patiently, you know that everything you tell me is strictly confidential as long as you don't allow me to disclose it and... I really need to know what went on that night. Why don't you let me do my job? I'll give you an outside opinion and after that, you'll act the way you want.
Trunks leaned back in his chair and his eyes shifted on the garden in front of them. The place was beautifully lit and the relative freshness of the night had invited crickets to sing stubbornly.
Trunks wasn't a violent, impulsive man. Moreover, he wasn't the type to attack tiny women. He'd hurt Alice in a fit of anger, but he'd held on his strength the best he could precisely because she was a girl. And the prospect that everyone would believe he did it because he wanted her back tore his guts. It was all deeply unfair and insulting.
He stared back at the lawyer who was quietly eating further, as if nothing was troubling her. She remained still and unruffled upon glancing at him from time to time. He nervously pulled a cigarette out from her pack she'd left on the table and lit the slender, rolled tobacco. He coughed slightly at the first puff.
- I didn't go to this bar in search of Alice, that night. On the contrary, I really wish her out of my life, he explained shyly.
- I guess you rather failed at that, the attorney pointed out with a faint smile.
He took a sip of his wine, and finally smiled back at the irony she'd highlighted.
- I came because… because of the guy ... I mean the guy she was dating...
The lawyer swallowed what she had in mouth and suspended her meal. She gazed at him intently, her face impassive as she was trying to encourage him to speak further. She could feel he was awkward at that moment.
- He… He is my boyfriend ... Well, he was indeed.
He'd almost whispered his words and waited warily for her to react. Yet, she didn't even raise an eyebrow nor had the slightest quiver. She just peacefully resumed her meal without a word.
- Did Alice know about you and him? she eventually asked after a while.
- Not back at that time. I mean, I don't think so.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, well ... She really looked surprised when I showed up and I had to explain to her why I was there. I'm pretty sure she didn't suspect who he was to me.
- However, even now she doesn't speak about him being your boyfriend in her complaint, the lawyer pointed out.
Trunks sighed. That was for sure the only favor Alice had ever granted him in his whole life. Saving Goten. And, she'd clearly expressed that she had certainly not done it to please Trunks. Anyone but him.
- What's better: being a violent jerk with women or being gay? the attorney asked.
Trunks' eyes widened a bit at the blunt question. She smiled mischievously.
- In a judge's point of view, Mr Briefs, being gay is much more valuable because the law doesn't forbide it, she replied.
- I don't want to speak about that in a courtoom, he cut off.
- Why? Are you scared for your reputation? You know, a reputation to be possessive and violent with women isn't worthy at all, even if it may be better accepted.
- That's not the reason ... The hearing will be public.
- This is a fundamental rule and there's nothing we can do about that, but you told me you didn't mind if people knew you are gay.
- It's true, I don't ... But he does.
The lawyer was about to take a sip of wine. She blinked and rested carefully her glass on the table, instead. Then, she firmly grabbed Trunks' wrist and looked him straight in the eyes to ensure he was paying attention to her words.
- You hurt this girl and you will be sentenced for that, Mr. Briefs. However, what people will keep in mind about you, and what the court might decide as a penalty, all this will be very different whether or not they know why you acted that way. We need your friend to appear as a witness to explain the whole story, himself.
- To... appear as a witness? Trunks mumbled, you mean, publicly?
- Publicly. During the hearing.
Trunks bit his lip and took nervously a long last drag on the cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray.
- No way, he hissed. I won't even give you his name.
- It's your choice but think about it. The trial is after tomorrow, she said casually without looking at him.
She wiped her mouth carefully with the towel and stood up. He got up too in order to shake her hand and she beamed at him.
- Just one final point, Mr. Briefs. I was thinking that your boyfriend was already... kind of… pretty intimate with Alice when you found them and I imagine this was the reason why you lost your cool. So, maybe he's sort of indebted to you in that matter ... Well, now that's only my very personal point of view, but whatever… Don't hesitate to call me if you change your mind.
- Thank you very much but ... No chance will it happen, Trunks replied awkwardly.
He locked his eyes on her as she exited the terrace. He felt as if he had a stone in his stomach, all of a sudden. She'd uttered her last words with a gentle, innocent voice, but they had pierced his guts. Maybe he's sort of indebted to you.
This sentence couldn't stop echoing in his mind.
Trunks didn't have a martyr's spirit. He wasn't Goku, nor was he even a Son. He had inherited a self-centeredness that was a very strong mix of both his father's and his mother's.
He wasn't very keen about self-sacrifice but he cared so much for Goten that he couldn't consider exposing him in the courtroom, in front of so many people, to confess what he'd been unable so far to entrust to his friends and family.
The discussion with the lawyer had arisen a dilemna that ripped Trunks' guts. He couldn't help but to wonder if Goten would be willing to come and explain what had happened, althought it would imply to admit to the world that they were lovers. Goten wasn't even able to consider talking to his mother, or even to his brother, in the intimacy of a family meeting, so how could he be strong enough to do it in a courtroom filled with eager journalists? He would certainly be downright terrified. Yet, if Trunks didn't ask him, how would he know? If there was the slightest chance for this story to end up fairly well for Trunks, then maybe Goten might be ready for that?
The question loomed in Trunks' head the whole night and prevented him from sleep as he missed Goten even more sorely.
Each time Trunks closed his eyes, he could see his friend standing in the huge Capsule's hallway, with his desperate face. Trunks always considered Goten to be pretty helpless, and perhaps it was wrong, but since they were children, the heir always felt the pressing need to protect his younger friend.
Trunks hadn't seen, nor talked to Goten in the last three days and he missed him downright painfully. He couldn't even remember exactly the last time he embraced Goten's body or the last time he'd been able to inhale his intoxicating scent. All these impressions seemed to evaporate and become lost in his memory, and it was still very hard for Trunks to keep in mind that he would have to forget them once and for all.
The next day, Trunks hesitated to call Goten. He thought about it a lot but never found the strength to do it. In the end, Goten hadn't tried to contact him either: although he could at least have given a call to get news, he'd remained completely mute. Trunks concluded bitterly that, even if his friend felt guilty for what happened, he hadn't changed his mind about their talk at Bulma's place. Furthermore, he had likely given up the idea to argue with Trunks, too. Which could mean only one thing: everything that had existed between them was definitely over in Goten's mind.
Considering this point, there was little chance that he would agree to confess their affair publicly, now that it had come to an end. Neither was Trunks willing to impose it on him because it would have been like a second break-up, even more painful and definitive than the first one.
When Bulma came to visit her son after lunch, he was looking downright tense and tired. He had dark rings under the eyes and his voice sounded weary.
- What did the lawyer say? she asked with concern.
- Nothing, nothing specific ... We get ready for the trial.
Bulma clenched her lips and finally decided to ask frankly the question that had been burning her heart for the last two days.
- Did you really assault Alice, Trunks? Are you really the one that wounded her? she whispered.
He looked up at her with sorry eyes.
- I did it, mom.
She gently pressed her hand on her mouth. The sight of her horrified eyes saddened Trunks a little more.
- I was angry, he added softly with an apologizing voice.
She nodded.
- All this is about Goten, isn't it?
- No, he replied forcefully.
- Don't lie to me, Trunks! I knew from the beginning that this ... affair with him… Nothing good could come of it.
- How can you say that? Is that what you wished for me? Trunks yelled in an appalled tone.
- Come on, Trunks! Bulma exclaimed, I've never seen you so low before! You just look like a zombie!
- Before Goten, I was a zombie, Trunks objected.
- Bullshit! Open your eyes, look at you! You never attacked anyone before Goten! Especially, a girl as skinny as Alice! What did you get exactly by starting this affair with him? Bulma barked with exasperation.
She stood up and began to walk nervously up and down. Trunks was silently sitting at the table, with closed eyes. What did he get from this affair? He remembered suddenly falling asleep by a river as he was smoothly lulled by the beating of Goten's heart. He still had the feeling that there was no purer bliss in the world than such a moment.
- You two are just brainless brats! You played with fire and see the result! All this is insane. Goten wanders like a lost soul in our house. Plus, your father gets on my nerves as he isn't far to grasp what's going on between you and Goku's son, if he hasn't already! I don't know what to do anymore.
- Goten came to visit you? Trunks asked with surprise.
Bulma narrowed her eyes and stared coldly at her son.
- I forbade him to come here. He hinted that you broke up and I know you well enough to see how painful it is for you. You don't need to suffer more than you already do.
- You… Forbade him… What? How could you do that? Trunks exclaimed.
- I want you to be left alone. I want you to rest before the trial and most of all, I want you to come through this mess. I don't want Goten to come here and undermine your morale.
Trunks leaned his forehead in his hands,as he staggered under the blow of his mother's confession. He felt Bulma's fingers slipping lovingly in his hair.
- I don't know what I can do for you anymore, she whispered, I need to know why you did this to Alice, won't you tell me what happened?
At that moment, it was certainly the last thing Trunks intended to do, especially after what his mother had just said. He didn't answer, and after a while, Bulma's light fingers withdrew from his hair. He heard her sighing and grabbing her purse. She gently pushed the chair back against the table.
"Call me if you need anything," she whispered again.
He still didn't look up at her, his forehead was still resting in his palms as he patiently waited for the sound of her heels to walk away from him and back to the hotel's hallway. He didn't raise his head until she was gone.
He needed to see Goten, more than ever. No one around Trunks seemed to understand his pain and he knew the only one that could comfort him would be Goten. Trunks needed to smell his scent, to hear his laughter. It would be enough to cheer him up. He really craved for Goten to be right there next to him. Even if they didn't speak, even if they didn't touch, Goten was definitely the only one who could help him now.
Yet, Goten wouldn't come. Bulma had forbidden him to show up here, and he would surely obey her instruction, because, for sure, she had demonstrated that this was the best thing to do in Trunks' interest. Bulma certainly made Goten feel deeply guilty upon hinting that he was the sole cause of Trunks' troubles. Furthermore, she had been likely skillful enough to have Goten think that his mere presence could be hurtful to Trunks. Trunks knew his mother was very good at laying the blame on others.
However, as if Kami had suddenly decided to fulfill his wish, Trunks felt two hands gently resting on his shoulders. Without a second thought, his body knew it was him. Trunks could smell his scent and feel his presence, right behind his chair.
The heir shivered. He had bated breath and didn't dare to move, as if everything was only an illusion that would disappear as soon as he would try to grasp it.
The hands slid over his collarbone and Goten slowly wrapped his arms around Trunks' neck upon pressing softly his forehead against the nape of his neck. Trunks inhaled silently his heat.
- I know you hate me, Goten muttered hoarsely, I couldn't help but to come ... I needed to see you so badly.
Trunks gently entwined his fingers with his friend's and held them tightly.
- I can't hate you, Goten ... But we have to talk.
At that moment, Trunks had used the verb "talk", but another word had been indeed haunting his mind and every fiber of his being. What Trunks craved the most was to kiss Goten until he was out of breath. He urged to run his hands over his friend's warm body, to hold him tightly, to taste every inch of his skin, and to fuck him for hours until finally falling asleep in his arms. Yet, Trunks knew this was the worst idea at the worst time.
Once again, the deck was deserted and they were alone. It was so hot, that the few customers that Trunks had met, seemed to have simply evaporated. However, the waiter could come at any moment to see if Goten wanted to order something, so Trunks slightly pushed his friend away. The younger man released him reluctantly, and the heir stood up to face Goten.
He felt a shock upon seeing him. Not that Goten had changed very much in three days, of course, but Trunks had been trying so hard to chase his picture from his mind that he'd almost forgotten how attractive his friend was. Goten didn't do anything particular, he was just standing there with this sheepish, sorry, pitiful face and Trunks felt completely numb.
The younger man was wringing his hands awkwardly and seemed to expect to be rejected. The truth was that Goten dreaded being harshly turned down. Trunks deciphered this feeling easily by staring at his black eyes, both fearful and burning with impatience. The heir couldn't help but to smile weakly.
- We really need to talk, Chibi, he repeated softly, but we can't do that here, follow me.
Goten relaxed slightly and obediently stepped behind his friend while he headed to his room. Goten noticed the odd, old-fashioned style of the hotel but his attention focused very soon on Trunks who was walking ahead.
Goten was relieved to see that there had been no bitterness and no anger in his friend's voice. He'd missed Trunks sorely these past few days and the terror that the heir might not forgive him and reject him definitely, had increased the pain in the pit of his stomach. Besides, Goten's desire for his friend had turned to an insane obsession, lately. Their last lovemaking had been more than a week ago, and the younger man's body had become insistent.
Goten was walking behind Trunks in the silent, deserted corridor, their steps being hushed by the thick carpet on the floor. Following the heir, Goten could spot his smell in his wake, which was a mixture of his scent and perfume spiced up with a slight hint of sweat. Goten's eyes were locked on each move of Trunks' body through the light fabric of his clothes. The younger man stayed still as he was trying hard to keep his cool upon waiting as patiently as possible to reach the room.
However, when they stood at the door, the key became jammed in the lock. Trunks hissed with irritation upon manipulating the handle. It was too long, too complicated, and Goten couldn't take it anymore. All of a sudden, he pinned the heir against the door to kiss him. Trunks was stunned by this unexpected move and let go of the key in the lock. Goten grabbed his friend's head with both hands and pressed eagerly their lips together in a kiss, thrusting his tongue into Trunks' mouth, in search for a reply. Yet, at the price of a huge effort, Trunks pushed him gently aside.
- Goten, no, he gasped nervously.
- Trunks…
Goten had called his name with a barely audible, pleading voice. He let go of him which allowed Trunks to move away and focus back on the key's problem upon avoiding his friend's look. Goten felt his throat terribly aching as if he was on the verge of bursting into tears. When the door eventually opened, he hesitated to follow Trunks inside.
The younger man stood on the doorstep for a while. If he entered ... If he came in there ... He could see the appealing bed and Trunks' scent was floating everywhere. Goten was going insane.
- Come in! Trunks insisted.
He'd already walked across the room and was now busy with the drawn curtains.
He'd spoken with a distracted voice as if not talking to Goten, who just tried to kiss him and had been rejected. Goten felt his growing desire and knew he wouldn't keep his cool very long. He decided, however, to take just a step and let the door close behind him.
Because of the burning sun outside, the thick hangings were drawn to keep the room as fresh as possible. Trunks opened them a little bit to allow a ray of natural light inside. Then, he took some lemonade out of the room's minibar and poured two glasses. He handed one to Goten, who was still leaning against the door, hands behind his back. As a reply, Goten stared silently at him without a move.
Goten wasn't willing to be there if Trunks wanted to turn away from him. Goten didn't want to come here to hear once more that they had to give up everything. It was too painful. Trunks could have told him this type of news while standing on the deserted terrace.
The only thing Goten wanted, the only reason why he hadn't run away yet, was to hear clearly what Trunks really had to say. Goten didn't want any fucking lemonade, he didn't want any special regards, nor loss of time, nor pretense, nothing. Just to hear the raw words that were supposed to tear his guts once and for all. So Goten wasn't going to make a single step further in the room.
Trunks understood his friend wouldn't come to him and so the heir walked up to his guest with the glass. Goten remained absolutely motionless, though.
- You don't hate me, but it's over, right? Goten whispered sternly.
Trunks' features lost their self-confidence and tranquility. He didn't expext Goten to say that right now but… yes, he was right. That was still Trunks' choice, everything was over. For four days, ever since their last argument, he had repeated that sentence a thousand times in his head. He had mulled over their problem another thousand times and it was the only possible way to make it.
Goten didn't want to claim being his lover and this could only be the confession that he never considered their relationship as something too serious, and this statement was so unbearable for Trunks, he couldn't find any other alternative than to break up, no matter how painful it may be. Nevertheless, keeping this idea in mind was still a real challenge for Trunks and hearing this bitter choice uttered by Goten's mouth made things even more terrible. Over. It sounded so definitive, so absurd to Trunks that he suddenly doubted it was his own decision.
- I ... I don't really know, right now..., Trunks mumbled awkwardly.
His shaky voice died. Goten smirked. Trunks wasn't sure and that didn't happen very often. Those hesitant words were enough for Goten to seize his chance because he could not and he would not let Trunks leave him so easily. Maybe, what Goten was about to do wasn't very honest, but he felt like going beyond the limits. He ran his hand behind Trunks' neck and pulled him suddenly forward so that their lips met in a kiss. This new attempt was too much for Trunks and all the resolutions he had matured for four days fell apart in a split second. He dropped his friend's glass, which fell with a thud on the carpet, and quickly he hugged Goten passionately.
Goten was surprised at his answer, he was surprised to lose control so fast. Surprised but utterly delighted.
He was caught off guard by Trunks' eagerness but he had no time to think about it since Trunks immediately pushed him on the bed. Goten dropped back onto the fluffy comforter and quickly broke the kiss to catch his breath. Trunks' burning lips ran greadily down his neck, while the heir's hands feverishly roamed Goten's body, lifting the fabric of his clothes with impatience.
Carried away by his excitement, Goten took off his T-shirt hastily to allow his lover better access to his skin. He stiffened with a groan when Trunks explored his underpants without warning. Goten's crotch was already painfully hard and Trunks' touch was like a shock.
Without Goten knowing how, Trunks had removed his partner's shorts and underwear, and Goten found out he was naked already. He was soon overwhelmed by the feeling that Trunks was everywhere at once, and Goten surrendered to the amazing attention of his hungry lover. He closed his eyes, and brushed his friend's silky hair upon innerly pointing out that Trunks had seemingly missed him very badly as well.
Seizing gently Goten's crotch, Trunks leaned toward his face and parted his lover's lips with the tip of his tongue. The heir started a languid kiss upon stroking his friend at a growing pace. A hoarse groan went up in Goten's throat as he felt closer and closer to his limit. He believed Trunks would, as usual, stop his movement to change his way to please him. However, this time, he merely allowed Goten to cum with a slight unintentional whimper.
The heir was holding his friend's head in the crook of his shoulder. Trunks loved watching him in these moments, hearing him, feeling his hot cum dripping on his own skin, as Goten's fingers tightened their grip on his shoulder. His pleasure was always a blissful sight.
Goten let his head fall back into the comforter with a sigh of satisfaction and stared at Trunks with ajar eyeslids and shiny, dark eyes.
Aware that Trunks wasn't done, he was waiting to see what the heir had still in mind. Goten had understood his friend wanted full control today, he needed it. And Goten, meanwhile, needed only Trunks. He yielded in anticipation to any of his desire, knowing that they'd both have pleasure.
Trunks smirked in the dim light of the room. He loosened slowly his fingers on Goten's crotch, and slipped his hand lazily up from his groin to his abdomen and then finally to his chest and chin, upon scattering carelessly his friend's essence on his skin. He gently thrusted his index and middle fingers between Goten's lips.
The younger man was watching him quietly. He ran obediently his tongue around the fingers, tasting the light salt of his lover's skin mixed with semen. Trunks leaned forward and kissed him, his tongue joining the linguid dance in Goten's mouth. Goten felt hard again. His arousal was slight at first but it began to grow forcefully. He grasped Trunks' hair with passion and, with his free hand, opened one by one each button of the heir's shirt.
When Trunks' chest was exposed, Goten brushed soflty his partner's skin from his chest down to his belly and finally grabbed the waistband of his shorts. He started skillfully to unbutton them, in order to slide his hand in Trunk's boxers.
Unsurprisingly, Trunks was pretty hard already. He flinched at his lover's touch and broke the kiss. He withdrew the wet fingers from Goten's mouth to seize his wrist and push his friend's hand away from his groin.
The heir's breathing became jerky and panting. Goten didn't protest. Trunks' hand went up from his wrist to his shoulder and suddenly, without any warning, he flipped Goten over in order to have him lying face down. Goten stifled a grunt of surprise but still didn't resist. He barely had time to adjust his position, Trunks' body was already pressing on his back and his hot breath brushing the nape of his neck.
Trunks ran a hand under Goten's body, in search of his crotch and grabbed it as soon as he found it. The younger man wasn't quite hard as he was still recovering from his previous orgasm, but he enjoyed his lover's touch anyway. Then, he felt Trunks wet fingers slipping inside him. There was no pain this time. Trunks was surprised to find his friend so open. The resistance was low, close to zero, and the heir didn't hesitate to thrust as deeply as possible, until hearing Goten's hoarse moan.
Guided by his lover's moaning, Trunks adjusted his gesture in order to give him as much pleasure as possible and to allow him to take part in the movement. Trunks felt soon that Goten was now completely hard again and this forcefully flared his own greed. The heir himself felt ready to explode.
He removed his fingers and entered his lover eagerly, without any caution. Yet it was no longer necessary to be careful for Trunks knew that Goten's body was now waiting for him.
Trunks was struck by the instant, intense pleasure and he feared the first thrust would already be the last. He almost cumed but stopped immediately his movement with bated breath as he was trying to calm his own body's impatience and tame his heart beating.
Goten perceived his friend's concern and stayed motionless for a while. Then, Trunks resumed his thrusting at a slow, cautious pace and his breathing became increasingly noisy. He was aware that Goten had started to stroke himself but Trunks felt no longer able to help his partner, as he was himself drowned in his own trance.
The heir intensified the sway of his hips, and Goten had to cling to the sheets to take it. The younger man could hear his friend's gasps turning into groans, and gradually into brief, unintentionnal cries. For a split second, Goten worried about their noise but he was himself unable to follow a coherent train of thoughts. For once, they cumed in unison, in a chorus of poorly controlled growls.
Trunks needed some time to catch his breath. The bliss was even longer to dissipate. He eventually laid himself on his back near Goten, and gently entwined their fingers. Goten moved closer to him and pressed his forehead against his shoulder.
- Trunks, he whispered.
- Hmm?
- Don't leave me.
Trunks swiftly stroked his friend's hair.
- I love you, Chibi.
Although he'd said those words on a light tone, almost playfully, Goten couldn't help but to smile. Goten was sweaty, he was thirsty, but most of all, he felt good and had absolutely no desire to move away from Trunks.
Very soon, as his body felt incredibly soothed and fulfilled, as his mind felt amazingly relieved by Trunks' words, Goten gradually slipped into drowsiness.
Trunks couldn't see his face but, knowing his friend, he suspected he was already almost asleep. Trunks had really meant what he'd just said, but he hadn't answered his lover's question.
The heir stared at the ceiling. As he had suspected it, Goten's appearance had been enough to chase away all of Trunks' fears and concerns. The whole world had disappeared instantly in Trunks' mind since the most important thing in the universe was here beside him.
He thought about Alice and her pathetic deal. Even if Trunks had accepted her offer, she would never have stood a chance to have Goten, she would never have him like Trunks did. She would never have such moments with him, as intense as the one Trunks had just experienced. It wasn't even about sex, it was about everything beyond sex. Trunks had enough experience in such matter to know that there was something special between Goten and him. It was a link in addition to the physical attraction which made their desire somehow absolute and systematic which ended in a matchless pleasure. It was a mutual understanding, an inexplainable compatibility. He loved Goten. Undoubtedly. Unquestionably. And Goten certainly loved him too, in his own way, like an unskillful and unruly teen, with his somehow intrusive desire.
Trunks had to talk to him, but he hadn't the guts to ruin the magic right now. He wasn't willing to speak yet. Later, his numbed brain mumbled as his eyelids closed slowly. Later, his mind mumbled while his fingers tightened slightly on Goten's, in a mechanical grip. Later.
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