Ore No Kagami: :grins: It may end up leading to that but I'm not sure if Goten could handle the, um, emotional trauma, :grins: he's been through so much u know. :laughs: Nah, I'm not sure what they're doing yet, we'll hafta see.

Alison Sky: Don't worry, Goten will be happy by the end of this fic :smiles: 'cus I adore him so much he'll get to have his way. :grins evilly: Whatever that may be.

animeprincess1452: Just a bit of revenge for when Trunks was mean to him. :nods: Yesh, Goten's gonna be very sneaky.

Galacia: :grins: Your review made me want to update. I'm glad you're enjoying all the fics of mine you've seen. :laughs: And very good ideas. :thoughtfully: I'll see if I can use some of them. Thanks for your review.


Goten stared at the pounding walls before them, lights flickered in hazardous flashes of color as the throbbing music drifted out of the club whenever the thick looking bouncers allowed customers within.

"You want to go clubbing?" He asked incredulously.

Trunks frowned. "You don't want to?" He asked hesitantly.

The dark figure smirked. "You should have warned me so I could've changed into more appropriate attire." He said fingering the silver chain around his slender neck.

Trunks raised a doubtful brow as he eyed Goten's current clothing. He was still wearing his tight leather clothing, but now that Trunks had a good chance to look at the material, he nodded in approval.

Goten's shirt rested above his naval which revealed a metallic gleam Trunks hadn't noticed before, the piercing was a nice touch. The material of the shirt was fishnet and allowed even more of the pale skin to show, while the slightly baggy pants hugged his hips tightly.

To top the look Goten had draped a dark trench coat over his shoulders, though that's where the sleeves stopped. They had been cut to reveal Goten's finely muscled arms, how could he not be muscled though, when he was the son of the strongest man on earth. Silk gloves had been pulled to the elbows so not too much could be seen past his biceps, not that Trunks was complaining, he was already flustered from what he was seeing.

"Goten, you look beautiful tonight." Trunks snapped back to the present.

Goten grinned and twirled slightly so that his long jacket moved around his legs. "You think so?" He batted his eyelashes flirtatiously.

Trunks gulped and nodded, he was going to have to get control over himself if he were to get through the night in one piece.

"So do you want to go in?" He asked politely.

Goten grinned and took Trunks' hand, pulling him toward the long line of people. "This is where your high status comes in handy." He winked at his friend.

Trunks merely smiled as they pushed past the crowd and toward the guards. They received questioning looks until Trunks pulled out his ID and brandished any doubt of who he was.

The doors opened to them and the pair was blasted by a rush of sound as they stepped into the club.

"I'm going to get us some drinks!" Goten yelled above the roar.

Trunks nodded his consent and Goten left his side, struggling toward the brightly lit bar.

Trunks gazed around himself while he had the chance. The club was nice enough, one of his employees had mentioned it before in a friendly conversation and the Briefs youth had been curious ever since.

"Hey there." A silky voice greeted behind him.

Trunks turned in surprise when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder and frowned at the man grinning at him.

"Um, hello." He eyed the stranger.

The tall figure seemed to smile brighter as he ran a hand through his own golden curls. "Care to dance?" He purred.

Trunks' mouth opened in shock and his eyes darted toward the bar where he had last seen Goten. He bit his lip in distress when he couldn't locate his date.

"Uh-" He began nervously.

"He's with me." A cool voice interrupted.

Trunks looked in relief as Goten strode forward with their drinks in his hands. He handed Trunks a glass and turned narrowed eyes onto the intruder.

"Why don't you get lost." Goten suggested with a cold sneer.

With a muttered curse the hot being walked away from the pair, Goten smirking triumphantly.

He turned to Trunks with a smug look and lifted a brow. "Well that was fun." He commented.

The lavender youth blushed and nodded. "Thanks." He muttered.

Goten smirked once more, but something else was present. Something primal and wanting.

"Shall we dance?" He extended his hand and bowed almost mockingly.

Trunks drained the rest of his glass and smiled brightly. "Of course." He took the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor.

Swaying bodies filled their vision as the colored lights above haphazardly flashed down upon them. The entire room bounced with the music and the floor trembled with all the moving feet jumping upon it.

Goten still held his glass in one hand as he turned and began walking backward, silently guiding Trunks forward with his alluring charm. He swallowed down the burning liquid and crushed the glass in his hand, causing Trunks' eyes to widen in shock.

"Goten-" He began with worry.

The young Son grinned sexily and licked the palm of his hand which had been sliced open slightly, leaving behind a bright trail of blood. Trunks' eyes locked onto the flesh as Goten's tongue slid out to gently lap at the bleeding skin.

Damn he was sexy.

Trunks blinked in surprise at his thoughts but reasoned with himself that it was true. Without wasting more precious time, Trunks lunged forward and embraced Goten to his chest as he began to sway his hips with the music.

Goten's eyes lit in pleasure. "So you want to play that way?" He licked his lips slowly.

Before Trunks could question, Goten had flipped around, allowing his tight rear to brush against Trunks' lap. Blue eyes widened in delighted surprise and they began to dance.

Wild thoughts raced through Trunks barely coherent mind as he moved with his senses, allowing his body to carry him with the erratic beat of the crowd.

He groaned as Goten moved against him, grinding his hips into Trunks' crotch with each beat of the loud bass. This was going to be too much for Trunks, too much temptation right in his hands, as though on a silver platter.

Literally so, as he slid tickling fingers down to stroke Goten's smooth stomach, taking the time to flick the piercing as his hands roamed over the tan skin.

Goten chuckled deeply, lustfully, and continued his own torturous movements against the body behind him.

"Goten." Trunks murmured huskily.

Goten turned swiftly and captured Trunks' lips in a desperate kiss before he could say anything more. Trunks leaned forward eagerly as Goten slipped his tongue past Trunks' willing lips.

Trunks felt himself weakening. Fire raced through his being as the tender hands of the angel before him stroked his cheek in a loving manner. His eyes fluttered in utmost pleasure and he groaned throatily into the mouth pressed against his own.

Goten pulled away slowly, lips parted slightly as his breath huffed out in tiny puffs of heat. "Very nice." He grinned slyly.

Trunks felt as though he would pass out right then and there on the dance floor, the music flooded his senses and Goten's touches were sending him over the edge and into ecstasy.

"Fuck Goten, I want to ravage you right here." He moaned without thinking of his words.

Goten didn't seem to be put off by his confession and merely smiled prettily.

"We're here to have fun Trunks, I'm not letting you leave until we dance your feet raw!" He chuckled above the roar.

Trunks grinned and nodded, closing his eyes as he was swept up into the moment.


Four hours, six bottles of tequila, and two buses home -due to their intoxicated state- later, they found themselves back at Trunks' apartment.

Goten laughed as Trunks tripped in behind him. "I don't think you're used to that much alcohol in your body, are you dear?" He smirked.

Trunks gazed up dazedly at the beauty before him. He smiled in return. "Don't usually have reason to go out drinking." He slurred slightly.

Goten pulled him into the house and shut the door quietly behind them and made sure the lock were in place.

"Let's get you to bed." Goten struggled to help the drunken man up the stairs while supporting himself in the process.

Trunks leaned heavily onto the body presented to him, swaggering as he slipped numerous times.

Surprisingly enough they didn't end up falling to their deaths and made it safely to the room they planned on sharing.

"Now to get you something appropriate to wear." Goten mused.

Trunks fell onto the bed tiredly and waved his hand. "I'll sleep in my clothes." He murmured into the pillow his face was buried in.

Goten cocked an annoyed hip and he frowned down at Trunks in a parenting manner.

"Your clothes are dirty." He chided.

"I'll take a shower in the morning when I change." He retorted sleepily.

Goten crossed his arms haughtily. "You reek of alcohol and sweat, I'm not letting you fall asleep like that." He replied.

Trunks remained with his head in his pillow and listened intently as the footsteps left the room and clicked softly on the bathroom tiles. There was a slight squeak of the knob as the water was turned on and then the silent gurgle of warmth.

Goten came back into the room and smirked as he began to carry out his plan. "Fine Trunks, you stay here with your dirty self." His shirt flew in a high arc and landed on Trunks' head. "I'm going to take a shower."

Trunks perked up immediately and he turned toward the bright room where the unmistakable sound of a shower echoed. The rest of his drunkenness disappeared quickly and he licked his lips in anticipation.

He sighed dramatically for show though as he rose from bed. "Fine, you win Goten, I guess I'll take a shower." He said as he stepped toward the open door.

Upon entering his eyes fell onto the discarded pile of black clothing. His eyes shone with lust as he looked toward the shower curtain, the form of Goten was silhouetted in the soft spray of water.

He peeled off his own clothing only too quickly and dropped them beside Goten's. "May I join you in your shower?" He asked courteously.

There was a chuckle. "I'm not stopping you." Goten replied lightly.

"Mm, good." Trunks purred as he pulled back the curtain and revealed a very sexy sight.

Goten remained beneath the warm jet of water, suds of soap slowly washing away from his dark locks which retained their wild pose, he smirked when he saw Trunks staring.

"I know I'm hot, but please, you're letting in the cold." A twinkle lit in his eyes.

Trunks moved forward, never taking his gaze off the finely-toned, tan flesh which graced his shower. Goten's figure was slim, feminine in an arousing way.

The youth remained still, his arms hugging close to his chest. "Come on in stud." He murmured huskily.

Trunks touched into the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind him, in a way shutting them into their own world and keeping reality at bay.

A timid hand lifted to caress Goten's cheek and Trunks flushed as the dark haired beauty leaned into the touch. "You're so beautiful." He whispered delicately.

Dark eyes lidded with pent-up desire as Goten closed the space between them and connected their hot mouths together in a searing kiss. Tongues roamed and breaths were shared with one another as their lips crushed together, it was as though they were trying to swallow each other into oblivion.

Goten moaned as he pulled away, pink tinting his cheeks. "Trunks, why do you do this to me?" He whispered.

Trunks frowned in confusion as his back was pelted with warm water, his hair dripped into his eyes. "What do you mean?" He didn't want this experience to end, this is what he had been missing for so many years.

Goten put space between them, pushing his hands against Trunks' chest as his head bowed. "I can't have this with you." He supplied with no reasoning.

"But why Goten, I love you!" Trunks protested.

Goten growled, head shooting up in anger. "Which is exactly why I can't be involved." He said coldly.

He made move to pull away his arms abut Trunks grasped them firmly, brow furrowed in confusion as his eye caught sight of something.

"What is this?" He demanded without malice.

Goten turned away in shame. "It's nothing." He snapped.

Trunks ran a gentle finger across Goten's arm, lightly tracing the intricate paths of that riddled his skin with scars. Goten was cutting himself.

The grip tightened. "Why Goten." The voice was commanding now.

"Because I want to." He clenched his eyes shut as he tugged in vain. "Because I can."

Trunks' eyes narrowed dangerously as he struggled to contain his furious roar, he calmed his erratic breathing with difficulty and allowed his eyes to bore into Goten's soul.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" He murmured in a dark, yet calm voice.

Goten ceased all movement and stared at Trunks with a slight fear tingeing his features. "Let go of me." He whispered, keeping his own rage in check, he was furious that he had been caught and by Trunks no less.

Trunks slowly lowered his hands and flinched slightly as they ran out of hot water at that moment. Cold beads threaded down his pale skin and Goten stared at him with some type of emotion glowing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Trunks." He said before exiting the cold shower, which strangely reflected their relationship at the present moment.

Trunks remained standing beneath the frigid rain of sorrow, it was happening to him again, Goten was leaving. This seemed to snap him out of his thoughts and he looked up in panic.

"Goten!" He cried, lunging out of the shower without bothering to dry off. He slipped slightly but continued his momentum forward after the retreating figure.

He stumbled into his room and looked around hurriedly, his panicked mind did not take note of the dark clothes left on the bathroom floor. In his haste running out into the hallway, he collided with something warm and solid. He winced and looked up through his tears of regret.

Goten silently held out his hand to help Trunks onto his feet and Trunks whimpered pitifully as he took it.

"I'm sorry Goten, I didn't mean to be harsh, I was just worried for you." Trunks frowned.

Goten waved away the unnecessary apology and sighed deeply. "I was in the wrong this time, I shouldn't have gotten cross with you." He gestured toward his wrists. "I know it's wrong of me to do this but it just comes so naturally now." He said sadly.

Trunks nodded in defeat, this was something he wouldn't be able to deter Goten from. He blinked in owlish surprise as he realized they were both wearing nothing but the skin they were born with. He blushed hotly as his eyes strayed to certain areas and Goten smirked.

"Come on, let's go to sleep." He grasped Trunks' hand and pulled him back into the room.

After turning off the wasted water and drying Trunks chilling body, the two males spread out on the bed they were to share. The sheet covering them wasn't enough to warm their skin but it kept the cold out nicely. Goten shivered slightly as he slid closer to Trunks' warmth and spooned against him. Trunks didn't question and remained still.

Goten cuddled him almost lovingly and Trunks relaxed, allowing his mind to stray into sleep.

Neither noticed the cold eyes watching them from afar.


Author: The end! Well of this chapter at least. Hm, who's the evil person stalking them? Will they ever be in an intimate relationship? And does anybody read this crap?! All this and more on the next riveting episode of Disconnected! :winks: Please review of course. Ja.

-Red