My Kami! It has been TOO long. I am really sorry. I've just been a crappy
person lately. I sleep in the morning and am awake all night.but enough of
that. Get to the reading!
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.) Saylor belongs to Amanda (penname on ff.net: chibi saiyan saylor. She is also my friend.) And I made up the drug Birothin.(wonder why there are drugs in here? Find out!) Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Two: It Never Ends
Hiyama sat at the edge of his bed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Today he had to start packing for his trip with Takanori. They would be leaving for New York at eight o'clock that night. He lifted himself up and headed for the bathroom. His clumsy hands battled to reach for his tooth brush as his eye lids struggled to stay open.
Hiyama jumped in alarm as he heard the phone ring. Spitting the remaining toothpaste into the sink, he dried his mouth and ran for the phone.
Phone Convo (A/N: S= Seventeen, H= Hiyama)
H- Hello? S- Hiyama? Is that you? H- Yes.Who is th--.Sevy? S- Yeah, hey. Long time no talk. How are you? H- Fine. And you? S- *laughs* H- What? S- Nothing, it's just that you sound so grown up.Listen, why don't we meet up today? It'll be fun. H- Well.I don't know.I'm leaving for New York tonight with my friend. S- I'll have you dropped off before then. Don't worry. H- *sigh* Okay. I'll see you in a.hour and a half. I have to pack and get ready. S- Deal. See you then. H- Bye. *hangs up*
Hiyama slid down the wall he was leaning on and yawned. 'This is going to be interesting.' Hiyama began to think back to his previous visits with Seventeen and what had.'occurred.' He rose and retrieved his large black suitcase from his closet. 'At least I'll defend myself better now.'
~Kitchen~ (An hour and fifteen minutes later)
Goten hummed lowly as he added some spices to the steak he was preparing for that night's meal. It was going to be his last night with his son for about a month. He slowly turned to face his husband who he had sensed enter the room. "No."
Trunks pouted, "Why not? I just want a little." He whined and wrapped his arms around Goten's waist. Goten pulled away and closed his eyes in annoyance.
"That's what you always say. Well today: no means no. Now move, I have more things to get ready." He pushed Trunks out of his way, opened the fridge and bent over to reach inside for the celery. He leaped as he felt hands rest themselves on his ass.
"Please?" he heard from the owner of the hands. The mischievous hands began to roam beneath his coverings. He got up cautiously.
"Off! Leave my ass alone! No steak for you until dinner!" Goten commanded. Trunks huffed and walked out of the kitchen into the hallway. 'Hey! Maybe if Hiyama wants to eat he'll let me eat too!' Trunks continued down the dim hall that was only lit by the scarved window which limited the sun's rays passage.
Hiyama's room was surprisingly clean, minus the large suitcases on the bed that could barley close. Trunks heard singing coming from the bathroom. He laughed silently but stopped when he heard his stomach growl. 'Steak, only steak. Must have steak!' He stepped into the bathroom with no problem seeing that the door was wide open. He didn't look through the shower glass but he knew he was in there.
"Dad!?!?!?!!!! There's a little thing called PRIVACY! Heard of it?!?" Hiyama turned off the shower knobs and grabbed for his towel. Wrapping it around his waist and closing the shower door, he looked at his father who was sitting on the toilet with the lid down. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I came in here to tell you to hurry up because I want to eat dinner.But I guess it just clicked that you were going away today." Trunks' clear blue eyes settled on his son. "It seems like only yesterday I was pushing you out of me."
"Whoa! Dad, bad image. And.we just had breakfast. Dinner is still awhile away.You can have my steak. I'm going out.Is that okay?"
"You lost me at 'You can have my steak.' Repeat that?" slurred Trunks through his upcoming drool.
"Seventeen's taking me out today.He called earlier. Can I go with him? He said he'd drop me off at the airport, so I should bring my bags."
"Oh.let me check with your dad. It's okay with me but I should let him know." Trunks skipped down the hall after hearing the good news about the steak. "Seventeen's picking up Hiyama to take him out for the day and will be dropping him off at the airport, okay? Okay!" Trunks sniffed the air while daydreaming about his steak.
"WHAT?!? No! Our son is supposed to be spending time with US on his last night here! Not with your ex-husband!" Goten yelled as he shook the pot in his hand.dropping the steak to the ground along with the oil in the pot. "Shit!"
Trunks gasped. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks scrambled on the floor picking up the steaks with tongs. "I'll save you!!!!!"
"You need help.*sigh* We also have no dinner." Goten snatched the steaks away and threw them in the garbage pail. "Fine. He can go. I'll go and see how he's doing with packing."
"Steak!!!" Trunks fell to his knees and wept.
Goten hurried down the corridor. He let himself into Hiyama's room and began to laugh.
"AGAIN! Is there no PRIVACY in this house?!?" Hiyama was caught in the act of.'servicing himself.' He scurried about, putting away the lotion.and his towel.
"You do have the power to lock doors." Goten's laughing began to make him wheeze. He saw Hiyama turn a bright pink as he but his pants on.
"What do you want Dad?" Hiyama pretended to be busy by attempting to close his suitcase.
"I wanted to see how the packing was going." He sat down on Hiyama's bed and watched him 'pack.' "Need help?"
"No, I got it.Did Dad ask you? Are you okay with it?"
"Yeah, you can go.I'm gonna miss you, Yama. Promise you'll call?" Goten made a little puppy dog face.
"Of course.I always call." Hiyama received a hug from his Dad and was released with the ringing of the doorbell. "Must be him." Hiyama grabbed his two large roll-alongs and followed Goten out of the room.
"Hey there." Came from the door. Goten waved as Hiyama stood there in shock. Seventeen watched him curiously. "What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing. Let's go. Bye Dad. Bye Dad." He received hugs again and was out the door.
"Think you packed enough?" Seventeen puffed as he helped load the luggage into the car.
"It's for a month." Hiyama could feel the awkwardness building up as they got into the car. He watched as Seventeen adjusted his seatbelt. Something was different about him, and it wasn't just his looks. Sure, the once shoulder length ebony hair was now much longer, kept back in a pony tail, he looked young and healthy, and he had a strange kindness in his eyes like that of a child. But he seemed so.at peace.
"I'm really happy to see you. It's been awhile. I'm sorry I haven't called to see how you were doing over the past couple of years but.We'll just try to make today special. Is that okay with you?" Seventeen stroked back a strand of his hair as he waited for an answer.
"Okay." Hiyama gave his famous family grin and leaned back into the chair as they took off.
~Chillew Square~
"Have you ever been here?" Seventeen asked Hiyama as they got out of the car and proceeded on the sidewalk.
"My aunts try to drag me down here a lot but I've never actually came here. It's nice though." Hiyama looked around to see the shopping square filled with fancy ice cream parlors, fashion boutiques, book stores and there was a small cinema across the street.
"Why don't we got to the cinema fi--"
"Hiyama?!?" yelled two female voices from behind them. Hiyama turned around to see his aunts Pan and Bra who had obviously been shopping due to the large amount of gift wrapped parcels they were struggling to carry. They rested the packages on the nearby bench and hugged and kissed him. Quite embarrassing really.
"Hey! Stop that!" Hiyama pushed them off and straightened his clothes out. "Seventeen, these are my aunts, Pan and Bra." He sighed.
"Nice to meet you ladies." Seventeen smiled and received handshakes from each of them. Seventeen and Hiyama watched as Bra whispered something into Pan's ear. They both giggled after awhile.
"Well, we should be going." They both picked up the boxes again. "We don't want to ruin your date. Bye Hiyama! Be good! I mean.bad!" called Bra.
"WHAT?!?" Yelled Hiyama. "I'm not on a dat--" Hiyama looked around to see that they were already gone. He looked at Seventeen curiously as he started to laugh silently. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing really, I just find it amusing that they thought we were together. It's clear that I'm much older than you." He continued laughing.
"It's hard to tell.You look my age." Hiyama added.
~Back Home (outside) ~
ChiChi and Bulma followed the large red fire truck, they were sure that it was going to their sons' home. "I hope they're okay! Please let them be okay!" panicked ChiChi as Bulma tried to keep up with the fire truck. They hopped out as soon as it stopped and a fireman carrying an ax jumped out of the truck. They paused for a moment to see if more would come out but none did. Still worried, they ran inside. They saw no smoke or anything remotely burning. They went up the steps quietly. A strange noise was coming from the bedroom.
What they heard: (V1= Voice 1, V2= Voice 2)
V1- Mr. Son, I told you that we couldn't do this anymore. If my boss found out he'd kill me. V2- Quit yer bitchin. I didn't make a phony fire call over here just so you could lecture me Chief Briefs. Now drop your pants!
ChiChi and Bulma finally knew what was going on. Bulma almost started laughing.Then ChiChi opened the door. Inside, Goten was dressed formally in a tight pair of jeans which had the fly unzipped and he was wearing no shirt. Trunks, was sporting a rather professional looking fireman jumper, or at least he was. The suit was now on the floor, leaving him bare on top of Goten who he had been straddling at the moment. ChiChi slammed the door shut and blushed. "DO YOU BOYS KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE!?!? YOU SHOULD REALLY FIND OTHER WAYS TO.*clears throat.*" Bulma and ChiChi began to walk down the stairs to wait for them in the living room. This is where they normally met after their moms had walked in on them after a heart attack or two.
Three minutes later a very embarrassed Trunks and grim Goten came down the stairs. "It's called knocking." Spat Goten.
"It's called not being so damn horny. Now sit." Replied ChiChi as she placed drinks on the table. "Now, why is it that every time we come we always wind up in here?" Goten was about to open his mouth but she continued. "Where's our grandson?"
"He went out with a friend." Trunks said quickly.
"Oh, too bad. Well, I hope he's having fun.I wish we could have see him before he had to leave.Goten! Stop kissing Trunks in front of us! We're you're mothers!" yelled Bulma as she smacked both of them.
"I'm changing the locks!" screamed Goten.
~Outside of Seventeen's Apartment~
"I just need to go and grab something really quick and then we can go straight to the airport." Said Seventeen as he opened the door to his apartment.
"No problem, take your time. We still have an hour to get there and it's only 30 minutes away." Hiyama made sure he remained standing at all times while inside of the apartment. He didn't want to see history repeating it self.
Seventeen stopped in mid-step. "Are you thirsty or something? I'm gonna grab something to drink too so.it wouldn't be a problem."
"Sure, why not?" Hiyama slapped his arms against his sides and leaned against the wall.
"Damnit, this better work." Seventeen whispered to himself as he poured the contents of a small glass bottle into a larger glass filled with lemonade. He took a spoon and mixed it carefully. "Here goes nothing." He picked up both cups and walked back into the living room. "Here you go." He handed Hiyama a glass and walked slowly in the other direction.
"Thanks." Hiyama began to drink the juice slowly, suddenly he felt the urge to drink more. It was soon finished and had him feeling very strange. Without thinking he took a seat on the large leather couch. He cringed as a sharp pain surged through his stomach as he grasped it. Seventeen came from his room carrying a pair of keys.
"Found them! Hey.You don't look to good. What's wrong?" Seventeen sat beside Hiyama and rested his arm on his shoulder. "I think you should lie down. I'll go get you something for your stomach." Seventeen seemed genuinely concerned about him so Hiyama went into his bedroom to lie down.
Hiyama found himself in the room alone for a little too long. He also found himself barely able to turn his head or arms. He struggled to face the digital clock. "Seventeen, its 7:29.We should get going.Seventeen." he called weakly. He was barley audible.
"Almost half an hour and you can still talk? I guess you're stronger than I thought. Hold on." Seventeen said almost carefree. Hiyama arched his eyebrows in confusion. He watched as Seventeen approached him with an injection needle. "This will work better. Don't struggle, it will only make it worse."
"What.are you doing to me?" Hiyama soon felt a sharp point in his middle arm area. He yelped in pain.
"Only a few more minutes and you won't feel a thing.I promise." Seventeen sat beside Hiyama. He arched forward and kissed his lips. He pulled away to see a face filled with malice written all over it. "Well, it's your fault. No one forced you to drink the lemonade that I added Birothin to." Seventeen laughed as Hiyama's eyes widened. "Yes, I added Birothin to your drink. I see you know what it is.A drug that comes in the form of liquid, to be injected, or a strip, for parties, that keeps you awake, you can't talk and leaves you unable to move. Immobile for hours at a time. But don't listen to what they say because you can still feel pain.but you could also feel pleasure." Seventeen ran his thin fingers over the fabric of Hiyama's jeans. "And what a perfect time too.Your parents think you're going to be away in New York for a month. So this gives me four weeks with you." Seventeen's hand made its way underneath Hiyama's shirt and began to rub his smooth chest. "I won't hurt you.much." Seventeen removed his shirt, locked all the doors and turned out the light. "Too bad you can't move, I would have liked to see how reacted to." He pressed his lips to Hiyama's ear and began to nibble on his lobe. "My touch." he moaned as he felt his bulge rub against Hiyama. "My many.touches."
Hiyama groaned as he felt Seventeen's fingers unbuckle his belt. Seventeen began to softly kiss his neck while sliding the jeans down. Hiyama tried as hard as he could but he could not move any part of his body and if he opened his mouth, it would only be enough for small sounds to come out. He was now rid of his pants, his molester was now leading moist lips down his exposed chest, southward. Hiyama groaned again but Seventeen paid no heed to his attempts to make him stop. Seventeen spread his legs farther apart, holding the thighs apart with his hooked arms and had his lips placed on Hiyama's manhood. Hiyama felt himself being taken into Seventeen's hot mouth.
Seventeen moaned deeply as he took the thick length into his mouth, his tongue traced along its sides and his mouth widened to suckle on the large sack at the base of the cock. Again, he met with the tip and began to pump it in and out of his mouth, quickening the pace with each blow. Hiyama couldn't help himself, he had no power over releasing his load into Seventeen's hungry mouth. Seventeen caught each drop and swallowed blindly.
Now removing his own pants, he licked his lower chin and threw his pants aside. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you." Seventeen leaned over and, with his finger, opened Hiyama's moth. He pressed his tongue inside and let his whole body rest on top of him while he began to rub himself harder and harder against Hiyama. Soon, both of their erections clashed. Seventeen moaned loudly and freed himself all over Hiyama. He grabbed the small jar of lubricant from under the unoccupied pillow, applied some to his hands and began to propel it upon Hiyama's erection. He watched lustfully as seed spilled from it. He removed his hand and readied himself in straddling position. He set Hiyama's doll-like body sitting up right against the head board. His hands gripped Hiyama's shoulders slightly while he moved himself back and forth so Hiyama's tip slid across his crack. Slowly, he opened his toned legs, grabbing the erection once more, he allowed it to pass through his opening. With one hard thrust it was in. Orgasms of pleasure filled the room mixed with the sweet essence of sex filled the room.
Hiyama remained still, ever so still, small gasps escaped him from time to time but that was it. He was a prisoner of love.a sick and twisted torment of a love. 'How am I going to get out.Please forgive me Takanori.'
~Airport 8:14PM~
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, will all passengers traveling on flight 4577 please board now. The plane will be taking off shortly.
Takanori watched through the bustling crowd for his friend. 'Come on! Where is he? The plane is leaving.' Takanori was spun around by his sister, Jo.
"Listen, maybe next time, Squirt." Jo cupped her brother's face in her hands. "Come on, mom's getting worried." Jo watched her brother give in with a sigh of despair as she wrapped her arm around him.
'I guess you found something better. Huh, Yama?'
~ Matsuoka house ~
Hikaru plopped on her feathery mattress with a huff. She gave a flustered look to the scout outfit hung neatly on her closet door nail. "Why me? I'd like to see Hiyama or Takanori in that!...That would be pretty funny." She thought out loud to herself in amusement.
"Pumpkin, it's me. Knock, knock, knock." She heard her mother's voice from outside her bedroom door.
"Come in Mom!" she answered, sitting up and straightening out her blanket.
"Wow! This is going to be so wonderful, Princess!" Mrs. Matsuoka's large breasts were suffocating Hikaru's head as she hugged it.
"Gha! Mooommm!"
"Sorry, Poogins!" She made her way over to the closet. "I remember my days as a Cherry Blossom. Those were the days, picking berries, selling cookies, earning badges and all the ice cream you could eat down at the ice cream parlor." She turned around teary eyed and grabbed Hikaru's face. "And now my baby is not only going to hold the number of the most badges the Cherry Blossoms have ever seen! But she is going to be a group mother! I'm so proud of you sweetie!" She released Hikaru and wiped a tear from her eye. "I know you'll make me proud!"
Hikaru rolled her eyes as her mom left and decided to turn on her stereo. "I think a suicidal song is in order. How about you Mr. NumNums?" she addressed to her stuffed squirrel. "Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep!" she pretended to make him talk. "Me too. We'll hide them in the trunk when we're done."
~Other Son house~ "Dad! Dad! I'm home!" Pan yelled through the doorway as she balanced all her bags going up the stairs. Goku peeked outside his bedroom door to see his daughter pulling tons of shopping bags into her room.
"You better not let your dad see those. What did we tell you Pan?" Goku questioned. He went over and helped push the rest of the bags inside. "Pan, why do you need ties?" he asked while pulling out a couple of ties from a large bag.
"For.school. Yeah, for school Dad." She answered while holding up a large pair of UFO's to her waist.
"And why are you buying your clothes so big? What happened to the little lady we rose, huh?" he ruffled her hair and helped her put away the clothes.
"Well, it's my money."
"Yeah but your dad told you about buying things you don't ne." Goku heard the slamming of a door downstairs.
"DAMN HUMANS!" yelled Vegeta who clearly had a bad day.
"I'll be back in a second. Maybe you shouldn't come down stairs for awhile." Goku ran downstairs into the living room where he found Vegeta lying down on the couch. He went around to the other side and kissed Vegeta on the head. "Bad day, huh?"
"Kakkarot.do you know how tiresome it is to try to comfort a human woman while she is kicking and screaming at her husband who you are also carrying? They started yelling at eachother constantly in my office today. They must have come to visit my secretary or something.I FIRED THAT BITCH FOR HER BLOODY NONSENSE! I'D DO IT AGAIN JUST TO REGAIN SOME DIGNITY! Otherwise, my day was alright. Is dinner done?"
"Uhm.yes.I'll go and warm it up." Goku quickly went into the kitchen to prepare Vegeta's dinner."
Vegeta decided that he would go and slip into something more comfortable and then come back down stairs. As he passed his daughter's room he heard loud music coming from it. "Damnit Pan! Turn that down! I've got a headache." He immediately heard the volume drop to low and saw the knob turn.
"Hi Daddy." Pan gave him a hug and kiss.
"Hi Princess." He mumbled as he released her and kissed her forehead. "Have fun today?"
"Sure! Bra and me went shopp.Uhm.we went out." She tried to cover up.
"You're lying." He opened her room door to see clothes galore spread out all over her room. "PAN! What did I tell you about buying all this crap?!? You never wear it all! You are to pick out what you want to keep and return the rest! That is final!" he closed the door as he pushed her inside.
Vegeta sighed and headed into his bedroom. "Children." he muttered under his breath.
~Seventeen's Place~
Hiyama laid down facing the ceiling, he could move his hand a little now. He shifted his eyes down warily to see Seventeen's arm across his chest and his head rested on his shoulder. As he tried to move his arm a sharp pain ran through his stomach.that is where Seventeen punched him when he refused to use his tongue while he placed his dick in his mouth. He also had a very sore rear end from the constant bare back rides. 'If this is hell.I never want to die.'
Done.done.done.with this chappie! Review! Review! Review! Whoo!!!!!
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.) Saylor belongs to Amanda (penname on ff.net: chibi saiyan saylor. She is also my friend.) And I made up the drug Birothin.(wonder why there are drugs in here? Find out!) Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Two: It Never Ends
Hiyama sat at the edge of his bed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Today he had to start packing for his trip with Takanori. They would be leaving for New York at eight o'clock that night. He lifted himself up and headed for the bathroom. His clumsy hands battled to reach for his tooth brush as his eye lids struggled to stay open.
Hiyama jumped in alarm as he heard the phone ring. Spitting the remaining toothpaste into the sink, he dried his mouth and ran for the phone.
Phone Convo (A/N: S= Seventeen, H= Hiyama)
H- Hello? S- Hiyama? Is that you? H- Yes.Who is th--.Sevy? S- Yeah, hey. Long time no talk. How are you? H- Fine. And you? S- *laughs* H- What? S- Nothing, it's just that you sound so grown up.Listen, why don't we meet up today? It'll be fun. H- Well.I don't know.I'm leaving for New York tonight with my friend. S- I'll have you dropped off before then. Don't worry. H- *sigh* Okay. I'll see you in a.hour and a half. I have to pack and get ready. S- Deal. See you then. H- Bye. *hangs up*
Hiyama slid down the wall he was leaning on and yawned. 'This is going to be interesting.' Hiyama began to think back to his previous visits with Seventeen and what had.'occurred.' He rose and retrieved his large black suitcase from his closet. 'At least I'll defend myself better now.'
~Kitchen~ (An hour and fifteen minutes later)
Goten hummed lowly as he added some spices to the steak he was preparing for that night's meal. It was going to be his last night with his son for about a month. He slowly turned to face his husband who he had sensed enter the room. "No."
Trunks pouted, "Why not? I just want a little." He whined and wrapped his arms around Goten's waist. Goten pulled away and closed his eyes in annoyance.
"That's what you always say. Well today: no means no. Now move, I have more things to get ready." He pushed Trunks out of his way, opened the fridge and bent over to reach inside for the celery. He leaped as he felt hands rest themselves on his ass.
"Please?" he heard from the owner of the hands. The mischievous hands began to roam beneath his coverings. He got up cautiously.
"Off! Leave my ass alone! No steak for you until dinner!" Goten commanded. Trunks huffed and walked out of the kitchen into the hallway. 'Hey! Maybe if Hiyama wants to eat he'll let me eat too!' Trunks continued down the dim hall that was only lit by the scarved window which limited the sun's rays passage.
Hiyama's room was surprisingly clean, minus the large suitcases on the bed that could barley close. Trunks heard singing coming from the bathroom. He laughed silently but stopped when he heard his stomach growl. 'Steak, only steak. Must have steak!' He stepped into the bathroom with no problem seeing that the door was wide open. He didn't look through the shower glass but he knew he was in there.
"Dad!?!?!?!!!! There's a little thing called PRIVACY! Heard of it?!?" Hiyama turned off the shower knobs and grabbed for his towel. Wrapping it around his waist and closing the shower door, he looked at his father who was sitting on the toilet with the lid down. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I came in here to tell you to hurry up because I want to eat dinner.But I guess it just clicked that you were going away today." Trunks' clear blue eyes settled on his son. "It seems like only yesterday I was pushing you out of me."
"Whoa! Dad, bad image. And.we just had breakfast. Dinner is still awhile away.You can have my steak. I'm going out.Is that okay?"
"You lost me at 'You can have my steak.' Repeat that?" slurred Trunks through his upcoming drool.
"Seventeen's taking me out today.He called earlier. Can I go with him? He said he'd drop me off at the airport, so I should bring my bags."
"Oh.let me check with your dad. It's okay with me but I should let him know." Trunks skipped down the hall after hearing the good news about the steak. "Seventeen's picking up Hiyama to take him out for the day and will be dropping him off at the airport, okay? Okay!" Trunks sniffed the air while daydreaming about his steak.
"WHAT?!? No! Our son is supposed to be spending time with US on his last night here! Not with your ex-husband!" Goten yelled as he shook the pot in his hand.dropping the steak to the ground along with the oil in the pot. "Shit!"
Trunks gasped. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks scrambled on the floor picking up the steaks with tongs. "I'll save you!!!!!"
"You need help.*sigh* We also have no dinner." Goten snatched the steaks away and threw them in the garbage pail. "Fine. He can go. I'll go and see how he's doing with packing."
"Steak!!!" Trunks fell to his knees and wept.
Goten hurried down the corridor. He let himself into Hiyama's room and began to laugh.
"AGAIN! Is there no PRIVACY in this house?!?" Hiyama was caught in the act of.'servicing himself.' He scurried about, putting away the lotion.and his towel.
"You do have the power to lock doors." Goten's laughing began to make him wheeze. He saw Hiyama turn a bright pink as he but his pants on.
"What do you want Dad?" Hiyama pretended to be busy by attempting to close his suitcase.
"I wanted to see how the packing was going." He sat down on Hiyama's bed and watched him 'pack.' "Need help?"
"No, I got it.Did Dad ask you? Are you okay with it?"
"Yeah, you can go.I'm gonna miss you, Yama. Promise you'll call?" Goten made a little puppy dog face.
"Of course.I always call." Hiyama received a hug from his Dad and was released with the ringing of the doorbell. "Must be him." Hiyama grabbed his two large roll-alongs and followed Goten out of the room.
"Hey there." Came from the door. Goten waved as Hiyama stood there in shock. Seventeen watched him curiously. "What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing. Let's go. Bye Dad. Bye Dad." He received hugs again and was out the door.
"Think you packed enough?" Seventeen puffed as he helped load the luggage into the car.
"It's for a month." Hiyama could feel the awkwardness building up as they got into the car. He watched as Seventeen adjusted his seatbelt. Something was different about him, and it wasn't just his looks. Sure, the once shoulder length ebony hair was now much longer, kept back in a pony tail, he looked young and healthy, and he had a strange kindness in his eyes like that of a child. But he seemed so.at peace.
"I'm really happy to see you. It's been awhile. I'm sorry I haven't called to see how you were doing over the past couple of years but.We'll just try to make today special. Is that okay with you?" Seventeen stroked back a strand of his hair as he waited for an answer.
"Okay." Hiyama gave his famous family grin and leaned back into the chair as they took off.
~Chillew Square~
"Have you ever been here?" Seventeen asked Hiyama as they got out of the car and proceeded on the sidewalk.
"My aunts try to drag me down here a lot but I've never actually came here. It's nice though." Hiyama looked around to see the shopping square filled with fancy ice cream parlors, fashion boutiques, book stores and there was a small cinema across the street.
"Why don't we got to the cinema fi--"
"Hiyama?!?" yelled two female voices from behind them. Hiyama turned around to see his aunts Pan and Bra who had obviously been shopping due to the large amount of gift wrapped parcels they were struggling to carry. They rested the packages on the nearby bench and hugged and kissed him. Quite embarrassing really.
"Hey! Stop that!" Hiyama pushed them off and straightened his clothes out. "Seventeen, these are my aunts, Pan and Bra." He sighed.
"Nice to meet you ladies." Seventeen smiled and received handshakes from each of them. Seventeen and Hiyama watched as Bra whispered something into Pan's ear. They both giggled after awhile.
"Well, we should be going." They both picked up the boxes again. "We don't want to ruin your date. Bye Hiyama! Be good! I mean.bad!" called Bra.
"WHAT?!?" Yelled Hiyama. "I'm not on a dat--" Hiyama looked around to see that they were already gone. He looked at Seventeen curiously as he started to laugh silently. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing really, I just find it amusing that they thought we were together. It's clear that I'm much older than you." He continued laughing.
"It's hard to tell.You look my age." Hiyama added.
~Back Home (outside) ~
ChiChi and Bulma followed the large red fire truck, they were sure that it was going to their sons' home. "I hope they're okay! Please let them be okay!" panicked ChiChi as Bulma tried to keep up with the fire truck. They hopped out as soon as it stopped and a fireman carrying an ax jumped out of the truck. They paused for a moment to see if more would come out but none did. Still worried, they ran inside. They saw no smoke or anything remotely burning. They went up the steps quietly. A strange noise was coming from the bedroom.
What they heard: (V1= Voice 1, V2= Voice 2)
V1- Mr. Son, I told you that we couldn't do this anymore. If my boss found out he'd kill me. V2- Quit yer bitchin. I didn't make a phony fire call over here just so you could lecture me Chief Briefs. Now drop your pants!
ChiChi and Bulma finally knew what was going on. Bulma almost started laughing.Then ChiChi opened the door. Inside, Goten was dressed formally in a tight pair of jeans which had the fly unzipped and he was wearing no shirt. Trunks, was sporting a rather professional looking fireman jumper, or at least he was. The suit was now on the floor, leaving him bare on top of Goten who he had been straddling at the moment. ChiChi slammed the door shut and blushed. "DO YOU BOYS KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE!?!? YOU SHOULD REALLY FIND OTHER WAYS TO.*clears throat.*" Bulma and ChiChi began to walk down the stairs to wait for them in the living room. This is where they normally met after their moms had walked in on them after a heart attack or two.
Three minutes later a very embarrassed Trunks and grim Goten came down the stairs. "It's called knocking." Spat Goten.
"It's called not being so damn horny. Now sit." Replied ChiChi as she placed drinks on the table. "Now, why is it that every time we come we always wind up in here?" Goten was about to open his mouth but she continued. "Where's our grandson?"
"He went out with a friend." Trunks said quickly.
"Oh, too bad. Well, I hope he's having fun.I wish we could have see him before he had to leave.Goten! Stop kissing Trunks in front of us! We're you're mothers!" yelled Bulma as she smacked both of them.
"I'm changing the locks!" screamed Goten.
~Outside of Seventeen's Apartment~
"I just need to go and grab something really quick and then we can go straight to the airport." Said Seventeen as he opened the door to his apartment.
"No problem, take your time. We still have an hour to get there and it's only 30 minutes away." Hiyama made sure he remained standing at all times while inside of the apartment. He didn't want to see history repeating it self.
Seventeen stopped in mid-step. "Are you thirsty or something? I'm gonna grab something to drink too so.it wouldn't be a problem."
"Sure, why not?" Hiyama slapped his arms against his sides and leaned against the wall.
"Damnit, this better work." Seventeen whispered to himself as he poured the contents of a small glass bottle into a larger glass filled with lemonade. He took a spoon and mixed it carefully. "Here goes nothing." He picked up both cups and walked back into the living room. "Here you go." He handed Hiyama a glass and walked slowly in the other direction.
"Thanks." Hiyama began to drink the juice slowly, suddenly he felt the urge to drink more. It was soon finished and had him feeling very strange. Without thinking he took a seat on the large leather couch. He cringed as a sharp pain surged through his stomach as he grasped it. Seventeen came from his room carrying a pair of keys.
"Found them! Hey.You don't look to good. What's wrong?" Seventeen sat beside Hiyama and rested his arm on his shoulder. "I think you should lie down. I'll go get you something for your stomach." Seventeen seemed genuinely concerned about him so Hiyama went into his bedroom to lie down.
Hiyama found himself in the room alone for a little too long. He also found himself barely able to turn his head or arms. He struggled to face the digital clock. "Seventeen, its 7:29.We should get going.Seventeen." he called weakly. He was barley audible.
"Almost half an hour and you can still talk? I guess you're stronger than I thought. Hold on." Seventeen said almost carefree. Hiyama arched his eyebrows in confusion. He watched as Seventeen approached him with an injection needle. "This will work better. Don't struggle, it will only make it worse."
"What.are you doing to me?" Hiyama soon felt a sharp point in his middle arm area. He yelped in pain.
"Only a few more minutes and you won't feel a thing.I promise." Seventeen sat beside Hiyama. He arched forward and kissed his lips. He pulled away to see a face filled with malice written all over it. "Well, it's your fault. No one forced you to drink the lemonade that I added Birothin to." Seventeen laughed as Hiyama's eyes widened. "Yes, I added Birothin to your drink. I see you know what it is.A drug that comes in the form of liquid, to be injected, or a strip, for parties, that keeps you awake, you can't talk and leaves you unable to move. Immobile for hours at a time. But don't listen to what they say because you can still feel pain.but you could also feel pleasure." Seventeen ran his thin fingers over the fabric of Hiyama's jeans. "And what a perfect time too.Your parents think you're going to be away in New York for a month. So this gives me four weeks with you." Seventeen's hand made its way underneath Hiyama's shirt and began to rub his smooth chest. "I won't hurt you.much." Seventeen removed his shirt, locked all the doors and turned out the light. "Too bad you can't move, I would have liked to see how reacted to." He pressed his lips to Hiyama's ear and began to nibble on his lobe. "My touch." he moaned as he felt his bulge rub against Hiyama. "My many.touches."
Hiyama groaned as he felt Seventeen's fingers unbuckle his belt. Seventeen began to softly kiss his neck while sliding the jeans down. Hiyama tried as hard as he could but he could not move any part of his body and if he opened his mouth, it would only be enough for small sounds to come out. He was now rid of his pants, his molester was now leading moist lips down his exposed chest, southward. Hiyama groaned again but Seventeen paid no heed to his attempts to make him stop. Seventeen spread his legs farther apart, holding the thighs apart with his hooked arms and had his lips placed on Hiyama's manhood. Hiyama felt himself being taken into Seventeen's hot mouth.
Seventeen moaned deeply as he took the thick length into his mouth, his tongue traced along its sides and his mouth widened to suckle on the large sack at the base of the cock. Again, he met with the tip and began to pump it in and out of his mouth, quickening the pace with each blow. Hiyama couldn't help himself, he had no power over releasing his load into Seventeen's hungry mouth. Seventeen caught each drop and swallowed blindly.
Now removing his own pants, he licked his lower chin and threw his pants aside. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you." Seventeen leaned over and, with his finger, opened Hiyama's moth. He pressed his tongue inside and let his whole body rest on top of him while he began to rub himself harder and harder against Hiyama. Soon, both of their erections clashed. Seventeen moaned loudly and freed himself all over Hiyama. He grabbed the small jar of lubricant from under the unoccupied pillow, applied some to his hands and began to propel it upon Hiyama's erection. He watched lustfully as seed spilled from it. He removed his hand and readied himself in straddling position. He set Hiyama's doll-like body sitting up right against the head board. His hands gripped Hiyama's shoulders slightly while he moved himself back and forth so Hiyama's tip slid across his crack. Slowly, he opened his toned legs, grabbing the erection once more, he allowed it to pass through his opening. With one hard thrust it was in. Orgasms of pleasure filled the room mixed with the sweet essence of sex filled the room.
Hiyama remained still, ever so still, small gasps escaped him from time to time but that was it. He was a prisoner of love.a sick and twisted torment of a love. 'How am I going to get out.Please forgive me Takanori.'
~Airport 8:14PM~
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, will all passengers traveling on flight 4577 please board now. The plane will be taking off shortly.
Takanori watched through the bustling crowd for his friend. 'Come on! Where is he? The plane is leaving.' Takanori was spun around by his sister, Jo.
"Listen, maybe next time, Squirt." Jo cupped her brother's face in her hands. "Come on, mom's getting worried." Jo watched her brother give in with a sigh of despair as she wrapped her arm around him.
'I guess you found something better. Huh, Yama?'
~ Matsuoka house ~
Hikaru plopped on her feathery mattress with a huff. She gave a flustered look to the scout outfit hung neatly on her closet door nail. "Why me? I'd like to see Hiyama or Takanori in that!...That would be pretty funny." She thought out loud to herself in amusement.
"Pumpkin, it's me. Knock, knock, knock." She heard her mother's voice from outside her bedroom door.
"Come in Mom!" she answered, sitting up and straightening out her blanket.
"Wow! This is going to be so wonderful, Princess!" Mrs. Matsuoka's large breasts were suffocating Hikaru's head as she hugged it.
"Gha! Mooommm!"
"Sorry, Poogins!" She made her way over to the closet. "I remember my days as a Cherry Blossom. Those were the days, picking berries, selling cookies, earning badges and all the ice cream you could eat down at the ice cream parlor." She turned around teary eyed and grabbed Hikaru's face. "And now my baby is not only going to hold the number of the most badges the Cherry Blossoms have ever seen! But she is going to be a group mother! I'm so proud of you sweetie!" She released Hikaru and wiped a tear from her eye. "I know you'll make me proud!"
Hikaru rolled her eyes as her mom left and decided to turn on her stereo. "I think a suicidal song is in order. How about you Mr. NumNums?" she addressed to her stuffed squirrel. "Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep!" she pretended to make him talk. "Me too. We'll hide them in the trunk when we're done."
~Other Son house~ "Dad! Dad! I'm home!" Pan yelled through the doorway as she balanced all her bags going up the stairs. Goku peeked outside his bedroom door to see his daughter pulling tons of shopping bags into her room.
"You better not let your dad see those. What did we tell you Pan?" Goku questioned. He went over and helped push the rest of the bags inside. "Pan, why do you need ties?" he asked while pulling out a couple of ties from a large bag.
"For.school. Yeah, for school Dad." She answered while holding up a large pair of UFO's to her waist.
"And why are you buying your clothes so big? What happened to the little lady we rose, huh?" he ruffled her hair and helped her put away the clothes.
"Well, it's my money."
"Yeah but your dad told you about buying things you don't ne." Goku heard the slamming of a door downstairs.
"DAMN HUMANS!" yelled Vegeta who clearly had a bad day.
"I'll be back in a second. Maybe you shouldn't come down stairs for awhile." Goku ran downstairs into the living room where he found Vegeta lying down on the couch. He went around to the other side and kissed Vegeta on the head. "Bad day, huh?"
"Kakkarot.do you know how tiresome it is to try to comfort a human woman while she is kicking and screaming at her husband who you are also carrying? They started yelling at eachother constantly in my office today. They must have come to visit my secretary or something.I FIRED THAT BITCH FOR HER BLOODY NONSENSE! I'D DO IT AGAIN JUST TO REGAIN SOME DIGNITY! Otherwise, my day was alright. Is dinner done?"
"Uhm.yes.I'll go and warm it up." Goku quickly went into the kitchen to prepare Vegeta's dinner."
Vegeta decided that he would go and slip into something more comfortable and then come back down stairs. As he passed his daughter's room he heard loud music coming from it. "Damnit Pan! Turn that down! I've got a headache." He immediately heard the volume drop to low and saw the knob turn.
"Hi Daddy." Pan gave him a hug and kiss.
"Hi Princess." He mumbled as he released her and kissed her forehead. "Have fun today?"
"Sure! Bra and me went shopp.Uhm.we went out." She tried to cover up.
"You're lying." He opened her room door to see clothes galore spread out all over her room. "PAN! What did I tell you about buying all this crap?!? You never wear it all! You are to pick out what you want to keep and return the rest! That is final!" he closed the door as he pushed her inside.
Vegeta sighed and headed into his bedroom. "Children." he muttered under his breath.
~Seventeen's Place~
Hiyama laid down facing the ceiling, he could move his hand a little now. He shifted his eyes down warily to see Seventeen's arm across his chest and his head rested on his shoulder. As he tried to move his arm a sharp pain ran through his stomach.that is where Seventeen punched him when he refused to use his tongue while he placed his dick in his mouth. He also had a very sore rear end from the constant bare back rides. 'If this is hell.I never want to die.'
Done.done.done.with this chappie! Review! Review! Review! Whoo!!!!!