Sorry to all for the long wait!
Author:whistles: Wow, a month since the last update. :winces: U guys must hate me now. Eh, but I had no inspiration to write this chap. :pouts: I don't like boring parts. :bows: So sorry peoples! Forgive me. :sniffs: Flame me if u must, it's my own fault.
animeprincess1452:sweatdrops: Update soon, er, right. Hehe, sorry for the long wait.
Ms. Trunks Briefs: I'm glad u found this interesting, hopefully the excruciatingly long wait didn't scare u away.
Erica:winces: Still waiting. :cries: Or have u died from disappointment? Hm, or u could've totally forgotten about this, not surprising I assure u. :grins:
seven maxwell:cocks head: Have u run out of coffee by now. :grins sheepishly: Sorry for the long wait. Eh, and I'm not to sure about a happy ending. Mm, Goten will end up happy, but the fic will not have a happy ending, let's put it that way.
Galacia:grins: Never fear, u didn't give me any ideas. :chuckles darkly: I was already thinking along those lines. Bleh, where lies the prob, I've written out the last chap, now I just have to write all the ones before it. So I'm sorry about the slow update. :chuckles: I did enjoy yur little convo with I'm only assuming r yur muses. Or writing demons, it sounded interesting though.
Melody Rasnake:cries: Yes master!
cradle:waves hand: Oh, I know though. :grins: I'm so glad u like it so far.
musk27:laughs: I'm sure I can help with the mental pictures. Mm, well next chap at least. :chuckles: U can always skip it if u want. :winks: Just review this chap at least please!
Trunks awoke to the rich scent of coffee the next morning. He smiled sleepily as he stretched, reaching out his hand to caress Goten's body.
There was a frown as cold sheets greeted his palm. "Goten?" He murmured, cracking his eyes open.
The room was empty and for a tense moment Trunks felt his heart clench in fear. That was until his brain caught up with him and he realized Goten must be in the kitchen making the coffee he had sensed.
He sighed and relaxed into the blankets, he felt calm, at peace. Trunks smiled goofily. Goten had stayed with him - in his apartment - and that thought alone sent wonderful shivers down his spine.
"I'm so lucky." He smiled to himself.
"Oh? And why would that be?" An amused voice said from the doorway.
Trunks' eyes darted toward the figure draped in the doorway and grinned. "Because you didn't leave me."
Goten's eyes flashed momentarily yet he smiled. "I didn't think something so simple would make you happy." He chuckled.
Trunks stretched out on the bed, the elated smile still spread across his face. "Who wouldn't be happy if they had an angel in their home?" He chuckled.
"Well I'm hardly an angel." Goten snorted. "Believe me." His voice grew chilled.
Trunks frowned slightly but didn't press, he knew Goten had a life beyond this, and that life came with a past; one which Trunks didn't want to unearth at the moment. Instead he moved off the bed and stood before Goten.
"I smelled something really great when I woke up." He grinned, changing the subject smoothly.
A dark brow was raised while Goten smirked. "Did you now? And what would that be pray tell?"
Trunks eyes close his eyes slightly. "Besides you?" He grinned.
Goten flushed and gained a strange expression.
Trunks continued. "Mm, I smelled coffee." He rubbed his head tiredly. "Something I desperately need in the mornings in order to be my lovable self." He smirked.
Goten rolled his eyes. "I bet, heaven forbid if Trunks doesn't have his daily dose of caffeine, we might have a psycho on our hands." He said sarcastically.
Trunks winked. "Better believe it." He chuckled. "So may I join you in a cup of java?" He smiled.
Goten seemed to think this over and finally nodded. "I suppose I could do with your company, just no funny business." He walked out of the room.
Trunks frowned at the crisp words yet followed the younger boy into the kitchen. He smiled as he spied his favorite cup filled to the brim with coffee. He sighed as he fell heavily into the chair and brought the steaming mug to his lips.
He blinked in surprise as the burning liquid trailed down his throat and looked to Goten in confusion.
"Too hot?" Goten cocked his head at the unusual behavior.
Trunks shook his head. "No, this is perfect." He held up the cup of coffee.
Goten raised an eyebrow. "Um, thanks?"
"How did you know how I liked my coffee?" He questioned.
Goten laughed. "Is that all? I thought something was seriously wrong for a second." He smiled. "Trunks, you should know by now that I know almost everything about you."
The purple head nodded slowly, a frown still playing on Trunks' face. "I guess." He replied.
Goten crossed his arms over his chest in a very Vegeta-like fashion. "What's got your boxers in a bunch?" He smirked. "Afraid I might be stalking you?"
Trunks' eyes widened. "No! I didn't mean it like that I swear!" He said hurriedly.
Goten laughed again and Trunks deflated, it seemed he was being laughed at quite often these days. He blinked, wait, not days. It hadn't even been a full two days!
Trunks snorted in amusement. It seemed as though he and Goten were getting back on track with their friendship at least.
Goten watched on curiously as Trunks thoughts turned inward. He would have to leave soon or Saburo would find them together.
Something he could most definitely not have.
He didn't want Trunks to suffer as much as he had; he would make sure he left before any harm could befall his longtime friend.
"Why Goten?"
Goten was jarred out of his thoughts and he stared at Trunks for a moment in confusion.
"Huh?"
"Why did you cut yourself Goten." There was no question in his voice, he was demanding an answer.
Goten scowled and looked away - wonderful way to ruin his mood - by bringing up last night. His eyes flicked back to Trunks and narrowed.
"I'm a cutter." He replied coolly. "It releases the pressure that builds up, it feels good."
Trunks growled in frustration. "I know why you do it, but why did you do it?"
Goten sighed. "I got a call." He mumbled.
"But why would getting a phone call push you to cutting?" Trunks asked worriedly, genuinely concerned and curious.
Goten seemed to close up. "Someone from my past, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with." He said flatly.
Trunks scowled, coffee long forgotten. "I'm just trying to help you Goten, I don't like to see you hurting in any way."
Goten broke out in a crazed laughter at Trunks' words and the elder felt himself beginning to blush.
"You – protect…me?" He giggled, the smirk gracing his features was dark.
"Goten-"
"You need to worry about protecting yourself Trunks." He hissed, interrupting Trunks' concern.
Blue eyes widened in surprise as Trunks stared at the crazed glint glowing in the dark orbs he had grown to love.
"Please Goten, just stop." He held out a hand.
Goten screamed angrily and the limb was snapped back.
"You don't understand!" He cried. "No one ever will until it's too late!"
The Son fell to his knees with a soft whimper.
"Never until it's too late." He whispered, wrapping his arms around his torso.
Trunks slowly moved next to the quivering figure, crouching down to Goten's level, attempting not to transpire fear.
"Goten." He murmured gently.
Goten's head snapped up and his wild looking eyes radiated a deep rooted fear, of what, Trunks did not know. But he would find out. Or he would die trying.
How true those words would become in the future.
"Please Goten, just breathe and calm down." Trunks held out a slow hand, offering his support.
Dark eyes stared at the offered palm, slightly wary as to the meaning behind the simple gesture. "You're going to betray me too." He whimpered.
Trunks frowned. "Goten?"
There was a slightly glazed shine to Goten's eyes as he worried his lower lip. "I can't take it anymore, it's all too much." He muttered to himself.
"Tell me what's wrong Goten." Trunks sank to his knees and tightly embraced the thin form before anymore struggling could ensue. Of course as soon as his body made contact with Goten's the Son snapped out of his daze and panicked.
"No!" He screamed, valiantly struggling. "Don't touch me! Please!"
Trunks started in surprise, not expecting such a strong reaction. But if anything he held on with more strength. "I'm not going to hurt you Goten, it's okay, you're safe." He tried to sooth.
He ran a gentle hand through Goten's hair, calming the jerking and heaving body within his arms with a soft murmur of words.
Goten sobbed and buried his head into Trunks' shoulder, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen." He hiccupped, eyes blurred with his tears. "So many have suffered."
Trunks didn't have anything to say to this revelation, hell, he didn't even know what Goten was talking about.
"What is it Goten, tell me and I'll help."
"They die." Goten froze suddenly.
Trunks too felt the chill run down his spine and he jerked around to cast suspicious eyes out the window. There was nothing though. He turned back to the small body with a frown.
"How did they die Goten." He rubbed his fingers in circular patterns on the Son's scalp, feeling the silkiness of his dark locks.
"Can't."
"Can't, or won't?" Trunks demanded firmly.
Goten flinched and glanced up with fear in his eyes. "How much did I say?" He cursed.
Trunks sighed, it seemed whatever daze his friend had been in was now gone.
"Nothing Goten, you didn't say anything." He rubbed a hand through his hair.
Goten's piercing gaze narrowed suspiciously. "Liar." He spat, lunging to his feet.
"Goten." Trunks tried.
"I'm leaving."
Trunks' jaw fell. "W-what?" He whispered, afraid of the truth he would hear once more.
"I'm. Leaving." Goten smirked. "I've overstayed my welcome and I need to get back to my hotel, I'm not paying for nothing." He shrugged.
With that he made turn to go and Trunks felt the painful clenching in his stomach again. "Goten wait!" He called, pleaded.
Goten merely waved. "Thanks for everything." He turned with a strange glint to his eyes. "It was fun while it lasted."
"J-just like that and you're done?" Trunks stammered, trying to buy as much time as possible.
Goten sighed and shook his head. "I already explained the situation to you Trunks, I'm here for closure, nothing more." Fire was in his eyes. "I will not be held back, I have my own life now."
Trunks jumped to his feet, glancing out into the darkening sky for some excuse.
"You can't go, it's almost night, it's dangerous." He said lamely.
Goten started in surprise and spared a glance outside also. How the hell had it gotten so late? Had they'd been talking that long? Or had they merely gotten a slow start on the day?
He shook his head against the distraction. "I have to go Trunks." Goten muttered firmly.
Blue orbs met his eyes pleadingly. "Don't leave me alone again Goten, I need you."
Those were the last words the Son had needed, nor wanted to hear and he finally broke down.
"What do you want from me Trunks? Huh? Surely running Capsule Corp isn't that complicated, what else would you need me for?" Goten snapped.
Trunks flushed. "It's not like that." He defended lamely.
"Oh? Care to elaborate?" Goten shot back, not at all amused.
The Briefs boy mumbled something incoherent under his breath and Goten was forced to lean forward to hear.
"What?" He frowned when he missed the whispered words.
Trunks scowled and looked away in shame. "I said I don't run Capsule Corp."
Goten paused, blinking in surprise. "You're lying." He said flatly. "Everyone knows Bulma has wanted you to take over since we were kids."
There was a tense grin. "True." He conceded. "But that was before you left." He looked up with bright eyes.
The dark pools continued to stare through him, waiting for an explanation. There was no expression on Goten's face and it confused Trunks not knowing what was going through that beautiful head.
"After you disappeared I kind of snapped." He rubbed his temples soothingly, allowing a sigh to escape his tense lips. "My mother really didn't want to leave the Company in the hands of a crazed man." He snorted.
"Then why were you there when I called before?" Goten questioned accusingly.
Trunks smirked. "Just because I couldn't handle the Company doesn't mean she didn't want me there." He sighed tiredly, shaking his head. "She made me the Vice President."
Goten nodded in approval. "That's still a high and honored position." He pointed out.
"Eh, I suppose." Trunks shrugged uncaringly.
"Why didn't she want you in charge though, surely you hadn't fallen that deep into depression." Goten continued to press.
"Let's just say my mother didn't want to lose massive amounts of money." His smile was strained.
"Explain."
He sighed. "If allowed I would have taken most, if not all the Company's assets and used them to find you." Trunks replied bluntly.
Goten stared at him in disbelief. Surely he wasn't telling the truth, the sheer amount of money that Capsule Corp held was way more then he could fathom at the moment, but Trunks would have spent it? All of it? Just to find him?
Goten shifted uneasily at the strange feeling in his stomach. No one before had showed that amount of care towards his wellbeing. It was unsettling.
He shook off the unknown emotion bubbling in his chest and turned away once more. "Well that was a lovely story, but I still must go." Goten sighed.
Trunks moved forward and grabbed Goten's retreating hand. "Why Goten, please tell me why you're running away again."
Goten snorted and snapped away his hand. "I'm not running." He replied smoothly. "I'm returning home, and this place," He waved around them, "Isn't it."
Trunks tensely bit his lip, there had to be something, anything to stop Goten from leaving. His eyes shone brightly as it came to him.
Determinedly he took Goten's hand into his own once more and then before he could be stopped he brought the twitching hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss on the palm. Goten stared in surprise, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in shock. If the situation hadn't been so dire Trunks would have laughed at the foreign expression on the pale face.
"W-what?" Goten stammered.
Trunks lazily kissed each of Goten's digits, opening his mouth and lightly sucking on the middle finger. Goten shuddered slightly as a chill raced up his spine. Trunks continued to lick and nip at the finger despite this.
"Don't." Lick. "Go." Suck.
Goten continued to stare in amazement, Trunks tongue was so soft and his mouth was warm. Bad thoughts came to mind and a blush tinted Goten's cheeks as he watched the arousing display before him.
Trunks decided that Goten was properly enthralled by his behavior and slowly pulled away from the hand to place an innocent kiss on Goten's cheek. His kisses trailed across the frozen face until he neared the flushed lips he so desperately wanted and needed.
This seemed to snap Goten out of his stupor as he realized how close they were to each other.
"Trunks, please don't." Goten whispered.
Trunks moved forward despite this, until their lips were practically touching as they shared each other's breath. He panted as his eyes gazed at Goten with lust.
"Why not Goten, we both want this." He murmured, cupping Goten's chin lightly. "Just give in."
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, claiming the quivering lips with an intense kiss that belied his inner emotions. Goten moaned and unwillingly leaned into the touch, he needed this, to forget, to start anew.
Trunks readily took the kiss deeper as Goten nibbled at his lower lip, silently pleading for more. Their tongues clashed against each other, mouths warm in their passion.
Goten pulled away, lust glazing his eyes over with a hazy shine. He panted as he watched Trunks, he knew he shouldn't allow this to go any further but his soul needed to be healed.
Goten just wanted to be loved.
"Take me Trunks." He whispered huskily.
Flushed lips were claimed once more in a desperate kiss. Goten moved his body against Trunks' own in an arousing manner, eliciting a groan from the other male.
Goten's tongue explored Trunks' heat, licking its way around every corner, every crevice. This mouth was his, he alone could claim it.
Trunks trailed nimble fingers across the once tan skin, taking in the sight of the faded scars tickling Goten's back, he ignored them for the moment, there was time for revenge, later, now was a time for joining.
"Let's go upstairs." Trunks whispered against Goten's cheek, breath soft and warm.
The dark haired boy nodded mutely, gasping in slight surprise as Trunks swept him into his arms. He looked into Trunks' eyes with question. Trunks merely smiled.
"I love you Goten, let me show you how much." He whispered.
Goten closed his eyes peacefully and laid his head on Trunks' shoulder in consent.
"Make love to me tonight Trunks." Goten murmured.
"Anything you want Chibi, anything."
Author: Since I was so cruel to u by making you wait forever, I'll include a lemon in the next chap. Which is finished! Never fear. So review whichever chap u feel like. :winks: No pressure.
-Red
