Summary: Trunks has always loved Goten. More than a brother. But, certain circumstances have always kept him from telling his friend the truth. Now, with Goten's life in danger, will Trunks have the courage to finally come clean to his best friend?

Rating: R for slashy goodness!

Pairing: Truten

Disclaimer: No, I don't own DBZ. I'm a psychotic American girl and I don't want to hear any shit from lawyers about my writing 'innocent' fanfiction when I have nothing better to do. So get lost, if you want to sue me, cuz frankly, I don't care. And the song, 'Breaking the Habit', is by Linkin Park, my absolute favorite band in the world. I'd never steal it. It just fits the fic.

Smile Like You Mean It

Chapter Two: Breaking the Habit

Trunks had never known withdrawal could be so hard. Every day, the feeling just got worse, until he got physically ill from the separation. Goten was faring much better.

Swollen eyes and shaky movements alerted others to the problem. When the kids at school found out, they began to place bets on how long the two would last.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Trunks hadn't had a good fuck in days. He was agitated, he was temperamental, and he was tired. Despite the fact that he preferred his own sex, he hadn't technically announced that yet, and thus still had relations with females. And one of those was his friend Maya.

Reaching for the phone, he dialed her number. She was a good friend of his; a whore, and he was her favorite customer. She picked up. "Maya's House of Pain." she answered, a seductive tone in her voice. Trunks tried to hold the phone still as he talked.

"Maya? It's me, Trunks. Mind if I-" he began. She laughed and cut him off.

"Sure, sexy. Get your ass over here." she said, and hung up. A grin of anticipation on his face, he flew off out the window.

Maya lived in a trailer park in the slums of West City. The neighborhood was bad, but Trunks had never really cared, or noticed, until now. He knocked on her door, slightly anxious, and when a leather-clad Maya answered, she pulled him inside and roughly threw him on the couch, pinning him there. She proceeded to practically rip his clothes off.

At twenty-three years old, Maya was tall, slender, and had an amazing body. Bright, fire-red hair to her shoulders contrasted with her emerald eyes.

Too bad Trunks didn't care about all that. "So, bishounen...what brings you here after all this time? I thought you were done with me." she asked, in an accusing tone. Trunks didn't feel the least bit sorry for her, which bothered him. His mind was too preoccupied.

"Just shut up and get on with it, Maya." he said, his tone a bit more harsh than he had intended it to be. She smirked and began to kiss him all over.

Gotenwas having a very rough time. He was still confused as to why Trunks had decided to kick his habit after all this time. Walking down the streets of West City, he headed into a coffee shop and paid for a cup of cappucino. He sat in the table in the far corner, brooding.

His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the mug. He kept thinking he was going to drop it, and he was so, so cold. How could something so simple before be so hard now? Goten had never been the bright one, but he'd never had trouble with basic things before.

His thoughts wandered to Trunks, and he wondered where his friend was now. 'If only he knew...but I can't tell him. I just can't. He'd hate me, for sure. I mean, look at him! He's gorgeous...he's got girls practically hanging off him!' he thought, sadly. A slow depression had begun to settle itself in his mind, and lately he'd been getting worse and worse. He didn't want to tell Trunks how he felt, but he knew he'd explode if he didn't do something.

He slammed the cup of cappucino down on the table and stalked off out the door, not bothering to pay before flying off to one of his favorite places in the world.

The mountains near his home had always brought the youngest Son boy peace of mind. As he lay in the thick grass on one of the hillsides, overlooking a small stream, he tried to let all his problems melt away. All thoughts of Trunks and his withdrawal were slowly leaving his mind.

As he was about to drift off to sleep, something occured to him. What if he told Trunks, and Trunks hated him for it? What if he never wanted to talk to him again? That would be too much to handle. "Damn it, Trunks. The things Iput myselfthrough for you." he sighed, sitting up. All chances of sleep were gone now, that was for sure. Now all he could think about was his friend's lilac hair, his beautiful ocean-blue eyes, and those full, sensuous lips...

He shook his head. 'No use thinking about that. It'll never happen, Goten. Say...why don't I take a swim? It's a nice day...' he thought to himself, looking down at the water. He stood up and jumped in, then cursed because the water was absolutely freezing. He shivered.

Looking at his reflection in the water, he was horrified. He'd never noticed it before, but his eyes were so swollen, and bloodshot. And his nose was too big. His lips were so plain and ordinary...Trunks would never want a guy like him! No one would! Tears slowly spilled down the boy's face as realization overcame him.

He was disgusting. He didn't need to be here.

A/N: Well, there's chappy 2! Sorry, but I can't just put Trunks and Goten together from the beginning. Goten's going to be going through some rough times. Now, for the one review I recieved for chapter one(and in such short time, too!):

A/N 2: I'll start review responses next chapter, maybe. I don't have much time, so I'm hurring to get this updated before I get kicked off here. Ciao!