Warning: I suppose I should do this :shrugs: um, cutting, implicationsof rape sort of. :grins: I know I'm being vague but i'm sure this thing doesn't matter anyway!
animeprincess1452: :grins: Yep, yep. They got really drunk. :cheers: More angst in this chap!
Galacia: :perks up: Mm, good idea with the selling of his body, I'm going to twist it a bit so I can use it. :grins: True he can't get close to Trunks, not when he's going to have to leave him again. :chuckles: I'm glad u like my other fics too, with the Trunks one I just had to bring him back so Goten wouldn't be sad! I luv Goten!
pokesat: Um, is that good or bad? :pleads: Please don't hate my fic! :grins: I hope u enjoy this chap though.
Erica: :laughs: Yur going to think all my evil people r Gohan now. :smiles: But no, it's someone tied with Goten though. :grins: I'm glad u decided to jump on this fic after the other one. I always enjoy the company!
seven maxwell: :sweatdrops: Well, u didn't have to wait too long ne? :grins: I'm glad yur reading my fic, I hope u enjoy this chap.
Ore No Kagami: :grins: I wouldn't be surprised if u were the only one to read my author note. But I'm glad u like this stuff! :winks:
Alison Sky: Good parts? :grins evilly: Hm, mebe this will be a good part :shrugs: eh, I don't know. But look, u didn't have to wait that long for an update!
"No please, no more."
The voice was a whimper within the surrounding silence. The pathetic creature mewling, lay huddled on the rumbled sheets of a bed. His body spread out nude before the hungry eyes watching him, lusting for him.
He shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please, I'm sorry for disobeying." He whispered again, hoping to ease the mind of his tormentor.
The man above sneered at his pet and laughed deeply in amusement.
"You're sorry?" He spat. "Because of your disobedience we lost a very important deal."
A rough finger lifted the quivering chin, forcing dark eyes to lock with a terrifying glare.
"You're going to pay for your mistake slut." He informed gruffly.
The youth nodded hurriedly, trying to hide the shudder of disgust running through his thin form.
The man continued patronizing him. "All I ask you to do is sleep with the customer we were trying deal with." Bloodshot eyes narrowed to slits. "But you had to lose your nerve. I told Saburo we should get rid of you before-"
"And I recall stating that would displease me." A smooth voice interrupted.
Both heads turned in shock at the tall man standing within the doorway of the shadowed room. The rough man who had been torturing the boy growled as he saw his boss with a frown upon his calm face.
"What were you doing with him?" He asked coolly.
"I was teaching this whore a lesson, boss." He turned back toward the youth and sneered. "He failed again."
Saburo's eyes narrowed slightly though his face remained frozen in look of disdain. "Is this true?" He turned toward the terrified boy.
A dark head nodded hesitantly. "I-I'm sorry Saburo." He held in his tears, he wouldn't show anymore weakness. "I couldn't go through with it."
Gold eyes remained trained on the young male. He nodded lightly. "You may leave Michael." He waved his hand dismissively.
"But boss!" The man cried indigently.
Saburo's gaze narrowed into unforgiving slits. "Go." He hissed.
"S-sorry." The cowardly man left the room hurriedly.
When the door had shut the Japanese man moved toward the huddled figure hidden within the sheets of the sinful mattress.
"Was it him?"
A surprised face shot up to gaze into a compassionate gaze. He hated when the gang's leader was like this, sympathetic toward him. He turned away in shame. "Yes." He whispered.
The voice grew cold. "What have I told you about him?" Saburo demanded silently, moving forward menacingly.
"T-that I belong to no one but you." The lines were said quickly, this was the Saburo he knew.
A warm hand came up to stroke the smooth cheek presented to it. The youth leaned into the touch, taking comfort in the minute warmth. Just as expected from the abused boy, a sharp slap resounded through the room and his cheek now burned from the stiff contact.
His hand covered the throbbing area of skin and he looked up with betrayed eyes. It was only beginning, this was the nightmare he was forced to live everyday. He shut his eyes, knowing what was going to happen to him.
"Spread your legs."
A shuddering breath escaped his compressing lungs as he spread himself onto his back within the cold sheets. The darkness seeped into his heart more so as a demanding hand traced his pale skin. It was like fire.
And he was being burned.
"Saburo." He whimpered once, that was all it took to move the body above him into action, he knew from past experience.
And he was correct as a stiff erection was released from its confinements and buried deep within his shuddering body. The pain was intense upon the rough stabbing, tears flowed from hazy eyes. But he held in his scream.
The hips began moving rhythmically against the quivering body placed before them, taking pleasure from the other being's pain.
"I love you." The voice was gruff in the darkness.
The dark head nodded slightly in understanding, yes he belonged to this creature, this being that could so willingly rule over his body. He was weak, he had always been. And he understood.
Saburo shuddered in release and filled the slight body beneath him with his hot seed. Roughly he moved away and zipped his pants back into place, it was always this way, a quick fuck and then emptiness.
"Remember that he abandoned you, I am the only one who will love you now, you're tainted, ruined." He moved toward the door uncaringly. "You are mine."
"Y-yes Saburo, I am yours."
The man nodded silently and left, closing the door behind him. As soon as the click of a lock echoed through the darkened room did the youth release his held sobs.
"I'm nothing." He whimpered as he slowly rocked his body.
He turned toward the dirt encrusted window, which only allowed a slight ray of moonlight into his hell.
"I just want to die." He whispered, fingering the cool metal that lay beneath the sheets of his bed.
The knife glinted in the darkness as it hovered over a trembling wrist. The veins throbbed beneath the pale skin, calling for the quick pain of freedom.
"Please forgive me." He closed his eyes as he slid the curved tip across his ivory flesh, wincing slightly as the skin opened. Crimson gushed forth and a slight smile played across the paling face.
"I'm sorry Trunks." With that Goten fell into the darkness.
"No!"
A panting body shot out of past memories, clutching his chest in pain. Goten looked down toward the sleeping beauty beside him, so calm and serene in the moonlight.
He smiled silently to himself and rose from bed, careful as to not wake up his bedmate. He padded gently toward the bathroom and sighed heavily as his hands rested on the sink. His head remained bowed as he attempted to catch his breath, he hadn't expected to have that dream again.
Slowly he looked up into his reflection and smiled grimly. He looked terrible, even for his standards, it was no surprise Trunks had reacted the way he did when he had first saw him. He looked haggard, dark rings under his eyes and the paleness to his skin did nothing for his complexion.
A hand slowly rested on his stomach and he winced, he was way too thin for his liking.
"Maybe coming here was a good idea after all." He thought aloud.
He remained posed, silently staring at the reflection he had grown accustomed to.
The sharp ring of his cell phone jarred Goten's thoughts out of his quiet musing quite suddenly. His eyes shot open, a terrified glaze slipping into their darkness.
"Shit." He whispered.
The ringing continued and his eyes darted toward Trunks, thankfully he was still sleeping. But not for long, Goten rushed toward his forgotten clothes and pulled out the phone before Trunks could be woken. With a quick flip he brought it to his ear.
"Goten." He replied curtly.
There was a grin in the voice and Goten shuddered despite himself. "Ah yes, my precious." The dark chuckle sent chills down his spine. "How is it going with your boy?"
"Saburo." Goten murmured in greeting. "Everything is going well, I expect you will be moving forward soon?"
"Hn, yes of course." There was amusement in the man's cold voice. "You better enjoy him while you can."
Goten clenched his teeth in order to hold back his rage. "I'm not going to let you do this Saburo, not to him."
"Then it's a good thing it is not your decision to make Goten. I expect you to be a good little pet and remain silent about this." There was a smirk. "The consequences could be dire."
There was a click, signaling the end to their conversation. Goten breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself.
Shit, he followed me to Japan His mind panicked. I didn't think he would go that far as to stalk me.
He needed something to take his mind off this crap, he needed release. His clothes had remained in the bathroom from the previous night and he slowly reached into one of the pockets, fingers wrapping around his baby, his precious.
It was a simple pocket knife but to Goten it was so much more. He had grown attached to his blade, it had seen so much trauma along with him.
Slowly he ran the flat of the blade down his right arm, shuddering in pleasure at the cool metallic kiss it gave him. With even less movement he flipped it over, still tracing small tracks down his flesh. He pressed down lightly and watched the blood bloom forth.
He felt all his tense emotions fade, this always brought him the release he needed. He sighed and dropped the knife into the sink, satisfied with only one arm this night. He allowed the blood to dribble down his skin and splatter the white sink like crimson rain.
He didn't know what was wrong with him lately. He had become somewhat of an insomniac recently and couldn't sleep, choosing to remain restless during the night.
Which was around the same time he had begun cutting and his body had begun to deteriorate.
There was a soft noise from the bedroom, almost unheard but Goten turned sharply. Trunks sat awake in bed, sleepily looking about.
"Goten?" He murmured.
Goten felt his heart speed up, he couldn't let Trunks see him this way, quickly he searched for a bit of tissue.
"I'll be there in a second." He said hurriedly, scrambling for a wad of toilet paper.
Trunks frowned at the tone Goten's voice held, he had been acting so strangely. He shrugged to himself and silently rose from bed, he would check on his friend, just to make sure everything was okay.
He shuffled toward the bathroom and frowned as he heard the frantic movement, what was going on?
"Goten?" He questioned as he entered.
Goten smiled nervously, arms behind his back as he toed the bathroom mat. "Yes Trunks?"
Trunks frowned at his friend, there was something wrong, that much he could figure out on his own. His eyes strayed to the sink and widened upon seeing the red stains along with the weapon.
He turned accusingly to Goten. "What is this?" He demanded.
Goten groaned silently, he had forgotten to clean his mess. He sighed and moved to do so. "Sorry Trunks, I'll clean it up." He promised.
Trunks growled. "That's not the point." He snapped. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Goten shrugged and continued to wipe away the smudges of blood. Trunks' gaze fell onto his revealed arms and narrowed in anger.
"Goten." He growled.
He reached out and angrily gripped the tender flesh in his hand.
"What is this shit?" He was wide awake now.
Goten wrenched his arm back toward his body and stared at Trunks with panic shining in his eyes. Trunks calmed himself immediately.
He clutched his wrist to his chest protectively. "Stay away from me Trunks!" He screamed angrily.
Trunks held out his hand. "Goten, please don't do this to me, not now." He whispered harshly.
Blood stained Goten chest and slowly threaded down his skin and toward his naval. Trunks watched on helplessly as Goten's hazy eyes locked onto his own concerned gaze.
"Why are you here?" He murmured in a shadowed voice.
Trunks frowned. "Goten, I've told you I love you." He saw the protest in Goten's face and continued quickly. "No matter how you feel toward me I want to keep you safe."
Goten barked harshly. "Safe?" He asked incredulously. "Trunks, you can't keep me safe. You can't even keep yourself safe."
Trunks shook his head, confusion playing across his face. "What are you talking about Goten?"
Goten closed his eyes and turned away, he didn't want to face this right now. "It's nothing Trunks, I'll tell you later." He replied softly.
There was concern in Trunks' features but he remained still, understanding Goten wasn't ready to open up completely.
"Please Goten, let me wrap up your arm, I don't want anything to happen to you." Trunks pleaded softly, turning toward the medicine cabinet and withdrawing the bandages he would need.
Goten seemed to contemplate Trunks through tear-blurred eyes, finally with a quiet sigh he moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He sat stiffly on the bed and allowed Trunks to treat his wound.
"I'm sorry Trunks." He murmured.
Trunks blinked as he paused in wrapping Goten's limb. "What was that?" He frowned.
"I'm sorry." Goten whispered again.
Trunks lifted the hand he held to his lips and gently laid a kiss onto the warm skin. "Goten you have no reason to be sorry, you've done no wrong." He reassured.
Inwardly Goten felt himself tense, he wasn't used to this kind of attention. It was gentle, unknown to Goten who had grown so accustomed to pain.
But surely this wasn't an act, Trunks wasn't Saburo. He winced at the thought of his ex-boyfriend and tried to clear his thoughts. Trunks was safe for now, Goten could rest easy knowing he was protecting his friend.
He smiled slowly. "Let's get back to sleep Trunks." Goten suggested.
The lavender head turned toward the digital clock on his nightstand and blinked in surprise, it was one in the morning! Far too early for them to be awake.
Trunks nodded as he helped Goten underneath the sheets once more. "You're going to tell me about this in the morning. I want answers Goten." He said firmly.
Goten's eyes had already drifted closed, had he been more aware of his surroundings he would have argued. But for now he merely nodded, too tired from his previous activities, and snuggled closer to Trunks' chest.
Trunks wrapped his arms around the slim body, laying a gentle kiss upon the dark head.
"Goodnight Goten, stay safe."
Author: Whelp, so ends another chap. We kind of got to see more of Goten's situation, we'll see more later though so don't worry. Hope it was interesting!
-Red
