Author's Note: Finally, after more than two months... a new chapter has been born! Thank Kami, too, I was wondering when the hell I was going to get around to working on this again...
Disclaimer: As I've said before, DBZ is not mine, but... but... um... Uh... ::digs through pockets and whips out Chibi Trunks action figure:: HE does! See? MINE! ::malevolent laughter::
Autumn Days
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
As their lips touched, an invisible electric spark passed between them. They pulled away for a moment, but were soon joined again, hungry for more.
Trunks, who was still laying on his back, pulled the younger Saiyajin down on top of him, holding him there, wanting, needing more. Goten's lips felt so soft against his own... He groaned, and impulsively ran his tongue along the younger boy's bottom lip, and Goten was only too happy to accommodate him.
Trunks deepening the kiss, feeling his friend suddenly arch beneath him. Kami, he tasted so good... faintly like chocolate, which Goten had undoubtedly eaten before coming to help with the work.
Their tongues dueled for dominance, a feverish battle that didn't end even as Trunks flipped himself and Goten over, a few leaves flicking off his back. Feeling more in control, Trunks broke the kiss, and, smirking slightly, raised his head to nibble on one delicate earlobe.
Goten gasped loudly, passionate new feelings welling up within him, flooding his body with fire. He found himself breathing harshly as the lilac-haired bishounen trailed kisses down his neck, nipping at his flesh, salty from sweating.
The dark-haired boy's sharp breaths gave way to frantic whimpers and he tried to stifle his moans. Impulsively, he pried Trunks off his neck, turn his head, forcing him to look at him. Deep within his eyes, Goten saw a smoldering lust desperately trying to be kept in check.
They were both panting audibly, the only sound that could be heard. Even the twittering of birds had stopped, as though they were allowing the boys to have these few precious moments to themselves. A large golden leaf drifted down from one of the trees above them, landing Trunks' head. He jerked, and it fell away.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
When Goten didn't respond, he settled his lower body between Goten's legs, rubbing his arousal, which was straining in his jeans, against the younger boy's own.
Goten titled his head back, his eyed falling closed. "Aaa... Kami, no, don't stop..."
Trunks chuckled a little and did it again, feeling Goten buck a little beneath him. He was caught slightly off-guard when he raised his head and captured his lips again, but Trunks didn't waste any time about responding. They ground against each other now, their jeans getting tighter, their kisses deeper... Goten arched against him again, reaching up to run his fingers through Trunks' silky hair.
The older boy suddenly stiffened. He pulled back and turned his head slightly. "Wait, wait."
Goten suppressed a groan and lowered his hands. "What?"
"Did you feel that?"
He sighed lustfully. "You better believe it."
"No, no, not that." Trunks' brow furrowed. "For a second, I thought I felt someone's ki."
"I'm sure it was nothing," Goten assured him. When Trunks didn't move, he quickly took matters into his own hands, reaching up again and pulling his head down. He felt him hesitate, but give in after only a couple of seconds.
Trunks could feel himself getting lost in a wave of pleasure when Goten's hands drifted down and began lifting up his shirt. He felt a tremor race up his spine when Goten began to knead his muscled back, knowing just the right places to press. "Nnnn... Goten..."
He suddenly went rigid again, his eyes snapping open. "Okay, this time, I'm sure I felt it!"
"What is it now?"
Trunks closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. Something clicked in the back of his mind and he suddenly realized--
"SHIT! It's Tou-san!"
As if on cue, the spiky-haired prince landed in the clearing behind them, the energy surrounding his form disappearing. The turned their heads in his directing, gawking at him.
He crossed his arms and glared down at them. "Brat," he said, addressing his son, "your mother wants you to come home. She says she has some work for you to do." He eyed the two of them closely. "...What were you two doing just now?"
"Uh, nothing." Trunks hastily rolled off his best friend and sat up straight, who was still heaving and looking a little flushed.
Goten raised himself up and leaned back on his hands. "Konnichi-wa, Vegeta-san," he greeted, giving the ouji a half-hearted smile.
He merely grunted in response. "Doesn't look like nothing to me."
Goten grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, we were just, um..."
"--Sparring," trunks finished for him.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, silently questioning their veracity.
Goten jumped in again. "Yeah! He, uh, had me pinned. Just too good for me, I guess!" he grinned again.
The eyebrow lowered. "That's good to know," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
A long silence ensued, eyes of each darting back and forth between the other two. This went on until Vegeta finally broke it, clearing his throat and staring directly at his son.
Trunks blinked, not comprehending what his father meant, but after a few moments it hit him. "Oh. Right. I'll just, uh, go see what Kaa-san wants." He got up, brushing himself off, and took to the air. He glanced back one last time at Goten, then flew off.
Goten, who was still on the ground, took in a large breath and exhaled loudly, his head dropping down to his chest. He heard a crunch of leaves in front of him and looked up to see Vegeta standing before him.
"Now, boy," he growled, "tell me what you were really doing."
Goten blushed. "Honest, Vegeta-san, we were just sparring..."
"Don't give me that shit. The woman said you were raking leaves."
He gulped. "Uh, yeah, we were, but we got bored and decided to take a quick break and--"
"Shut up."
Goten's mouth snapped shut.
Vegeta took a step forward, leaned down put himself at eye-level with the youngest Son. His eyes narrowed and he grunted, hoping to intimidate the boy. It had the desired effect, as Goten visibly cringed.
"You're a terrible liar," he sneered.
Goten remained silent.
Vegeta straightened. "Remember that in the future, brat. You cannot hide anything from me." When Goten nodded, he turned, seeming satisfied, and blasted off in the direction his son went, sending bits of dirt and leaves flying into Goten's face.
He coughed and brushed them off. Raising his head, he gazed after the Saiyajin prince, his only thought being, "What have I done...?"
******
MWAHAHA! That's all for now! Don't worry, I'm already working on the second one, I promise! Bai-bai! ^^
Disclaimer: As I've said before, DBZ is not mine, but... but... um... Uh... ::digs through pockets and whips out Chibi Trunks action figure:: HE does! See? MINE! ::malevolent laughter::
Autumn Days
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
As their lips touched, an invisible electric spark passed between them. They pulled away for a moment, but were soon joined again, hungry for more.
Trunks, who was still laying on his back, pulled the younger Saiyajin down on top of him, holding him there, wanting, needing more. Goten's lips felt so soft against his own... He groaned, and impulsively ran his tongue along the younger boy's bottom lip, and Goten was only too happy to accommodate him.
Trunks deepening the kiss, feeling his friend suddenly arch beneath him. Kami, he tasted so good... faintly like chocolate, which Goten had undoubtedly eaten before coming to help with the work.
Their tongues dueled for dominance, a feverish battle that didn't end even as Trunks flipped himself and Goten over, a few leaves flicking off his back. Feeling more in control, Trunks broke the kiss, and, smirking slightly, raised his head to nibble on one delicate earlobe.
Goten gasped loudly, passionate new feelings welling up within him, flooding his body with fire. He found himself breathing harshly as the lilac-haired bishounen trailed kisses down his neck, nipping at his flesh, salty from sweating.
The dark-haired boy's sharp breaths gave way to frantic whimpers and he tried to stifle his moans. Impulsively, he pried Trunks off his neck, turn his head, forcing him to look at him. Deep within his eyes, Goten saw a smoldering lust desperately trying to be kept in check.
They were both panting audibly, the only sound that could be heard. Even the twittering of birds had stopped, as though they were allowing the boys to have these few precious moments to themselves. A large golden leaf drifted down from one of the trees above them, landing Trunks' head. He jerked, and it fell away.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
When Goten didn't respond, he settled his lower body between Goten's legs, rubbing his arousal, which was straining in his jeans, against the younger boy's own.
Goten titled his head back, his eyed falling closed. "Aaa... Kami, no, don't stop..."
Trunks chuckled a little and did it again, feeling Goten buck a little beneath him. He was caught slightly off-guard when he raised his head and captured his lips again, but Trunks didn't waste any time about responding. They ground against each other now, their jeans getting tighter, their kisses deeper... Goten arched against him again, reaching up to run his fingers through Trunks' silky hair.
The older boy suddenly stiffened. He pulled back and turned his head slightly. "Wait, wait."
Goten suppressed a groan and lowered his hands. "What?"
"Did you feel that?"
He sighed lustfully. "You better believe it."
"No, no, not that." Trunks' brow furrowed. "For a second, I thought I felt someone's ki."
"I'm sure it was nothing," Goten assured him. When Trunks didn't move, he quickly took matters into his own hands, reaching up again and pulling his head down. He felt him hesitate, but give in after only a couple of seconds.
Trunks could feel himself getting lost in a wave of pleasure when Goten's hands drifted down and began lifting up his shirt. He felt a tremor race up his spine when Goten began to knead his muscled back, knowing just the right places to press. "Nnnn... Goten..."
He suddenly went rigid again, his eyes snapping open. "Okay, this time, I'm sure I felt it!"
"What is it now?"
Trunks closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. Something clicked in the back of his mind and he suddenly realized--
"SHIT! It's Tou-san!"
As if on cue, the spiky-haired prince landed in the clearing behind them, the energy surrounding his form disappearing. The turned their heads in his directing, gawking at him.
He crossed his arms and glared down at them. "Brat," he said, addressing his son, "your mother wants you to come home. She says she has some work for you to do." He eyed the two of them closely. "...What were you two doing just now?"
"Uh, nothing." Trunks hastily rolled off his best friend and sat up straight, who was still heaving and looking a little flushed.
Goten raised himself up and leaned back on his hands. "Konnichi-wa, Vegeta-san," he greeted, giving the ouji a half-hearted smile.
He merely grunted in response. "Doesn't look like nothing to me."
Goten grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, we were just, um..."
"--Sparring," trunks finished for him.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, silently questioning their veracity.
Goten jumped in again. "Yeah! He, uh, had me pinned. Just too good for me, I guess!" he grinned again.
The eyebrow lowered. "That's good to know," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
A long silence ensued, eyes of each darting back and forth between the other two. This went on until Vegeta finally broke it, clearing his throat and staring directly at his son.
Trunks blinked, not comprehending what his father meant, but after a few moments it hit him. "Oh. Right. I'll just, uh, go see what Kaa-san wants." He got up, brushing himself off, and took to the air. He glanced back one last time at Goten, then flew off.
Goten, who was still on the ground, took in a large breath and exhaled loudly, his head dropping down to his chest. He heard a crunch of leaves in front of him and looked up to see Vegeta standing before him.
"Now, boy," he growled, "tell me what you were really doing."
Goten blushed. "Honest, Vegeta-san, we were just sparring..."
"Don't give me that shit. The woman said you were raking leaves."
He gulped. "Uh, yeah, we were, but we got bored and decided to take a quick break and--"
"Shut up."
Goten's mouth snapped shut.
Vegeta took a step forward, leaned down put himself at eye-level with the youngest Son. His eyes narrowed and he grunted, hoping to intimidate the boy. It had the desired effect, as Goten visibly cringed.
"You're a terrible liar," he sneered.
Goten remained silent.
Vegeta straightened. "Remember that in the future, brat. You cannot hide anything from me." When Goten nodded, he turned, seeming satisfied, and blasted off in the direction his son went, sending bits of dirt and leaves flying into Goten's face.
He coughed and brushed them off. Raising his head, he gazed after the Saiyajin prince, his only thought being, "What have I done...?"
******
MWAHAHA! That's all for now! Don't worry, I'm already working on the second one, I promise! Bai-bai! ^^