Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work...

Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.

Word count: 2898

Rated M for SEVERAL THINGS

This is by far my most changed drabble and I honestly can't say if it's for the better or worse lol. So yeah this drabble includes spanking, role-play, dom/sub dynamics, and a humiliation kink. If any of those things are not your cup of tea, only the last few paragraphs are relevant plot-wise.

ADDITIONAL WARNING! Since this is their first ever experience with anything that isn't vanilla, I didn't give them a safe word, but it can be assumed that if either of them says 'stop' then they will stop.

Our First December

Drabble #25- Christmas Day (Revised)

"Good morning, baby! Happy Christmas!" Goten exclaims as he threw his arms around Trunks' neck, holding him in place while he pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

"Happy Christmas, Goten," Trunks manages to say back, bracing his hands against his sides to keep the enthusiastic demi-saiyan at bay. "What did you get?"

"I don't know yet. We were waiting for you!" Goten's arm stays wrapped around Trunks shoulders as he guides them towards his house, Bra bouncing impatiently next to them.

"You waited? Why?"

Goten arched a brow. "I feel like we've gone through this already."

"Well, yeah," Trunks replies as his arm goes around Goten's waist. "But decorating is a bit different than opening gifts with your family."

Goten's eyes roll. "You've been a part of my family since we were babies, Trunks."

"Yeah as the 'best friend', not the 'son-in-law'. And I've never spent a Christmas morning here."

Goten turns his head to look at Trunks with his brows raised in surprise. "Son-in-law?"

A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he corrects himself, "Boyfriend. Whatever, it's the same thing, stop being difficult."

Goten shakes his head in amused exasperation. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. Besides"—he leans in close to Trunks' ear—"once we get through this, we'll get to see just what Santa Claus got you for Christmas."

Trunks normally would hiss something back to display his annoyance, but this time he only just barely keeps from choking. The nerves that he was barely holding back are now taking over every muscle in his body until all he can do is gape stupidly in reply.

Goten gives him a downright sinful grin, before throwing the front door wide open. Trunks follows after him, feeling just a bit as if he were walking himself straight to the gallows.

XXX

It had all started a few weeks ago by an honest mistake, one of which Trunks will never commit again.

Gift-giving had always been a bit of a difficult task for the two of them. Regarding Goten, he was actually an incredibly easy person to shop for, and there was no potential gift that was out of Trunks' price range. Such was so that this year, Goten was completely satisfied by his brand new game system, cookbook (of all things), and life-size replica of his favorite Avenger.

However, the exact opposite was true in the case of Trunks. Not only did he already have everything he could possibly want, but Goten also could not be as frivolous with money. Even still, Goten refused to forego giving a gift. For months Goten had been bugging him for a gift suggestion, but Trunks honestly did not know what to ask for that wouldn't put Goten in debt until literally next Christmas.

Once the pestering had nearly driven him insane, he gave in and complained through texting to Cayon, the only person he didn't feel guilty whining too on a regular basis.

He keeps asking what I want for Christmas, and said he refuses to buy me something as impersonal as a sweater

Well, you can never go wrong in asking for something kinky ;)

Trunks couldn't help but laugh at Cayon's response, and did not hesitate to text back:

Sure, I'll just be like "hey, Goten, instead of wasting all your money on a stupid gift, why don't you just spank me in a Santa suit and we'll call it even?"

The problem arose at the exact moment he sent the message. At the time, he had been simultaneously texting Goten, who had been bothering him about some movie he wanted them to go see in theatres. Normally, Trunks was perfectly capable of handling two conversations at once, but it seemed that now, of all times, he would fuck up, and accidently send that final message to the last person who needed to see it.

Once Trunks had realized what he had done, he had screamed and thrown his phone as far away from him as he could.

Immediately he had dived after it, desperately typing in his passcode while he tried to think of someway, anyway, to fix the horrible, horrible, horrible situation he was experiencing.

By the time the screen finally opened, it was too late. Goten had already responded back:

Alright

Trunks had been too busy screaming and banging his face into a pillow to reply anything back.

Aside from that terrible mishap, they had not talked about it at all. Granted, Trunks was busy with school and then they were having 'issues TM', but still, the fact that Goten hadn't at least teased him about it was incredibly odd. In fact, he had almost thought he was in the clear until late after the Christmas Eve party when Goten gave him a single present, stating cryptically that it was a gift Trunks should open by himself.

He was quite thankful for Goten's advice, because later when he had opened it in the solitude of his bedroom, he had blushed so hard he was honestly surprised he hadn't fallen into a coma.

Now, hours after the Son's gift-opening, he thinks he's in danger of doing just that once again. The morning itself had been quite festive: Pan running around with her new toys and bandana while Bra chased after her, Goku immediately napping afterward on the couch, Chi-Chi frantically cleaning up wrapping paper whilst complaining about the usual lack of help, and Videl and Gohan starting on breakfast. Conversation had been light and easy through breakfast all the way until lunch, so much so that Trunks actually felt somewhat at ease.

Or at least he had until the entire Son family and his sister abruptly left for Gohan's house to start on Christmas dinner, leaving him and Goten alone in the house.

If Goten's plans weren't so perverted Trunks would have thought that they were all in on it. As it were, Trunks just happened to have the worst luck in the universe, and could blame no one but himself as he, upon Goten's summoning text, reluctantly opened the door to his bedroom.

Goten sits completely at ease on the edge of his bed despite his appearance. He's wearing a Santa jacket over a black tank, a Santa hat crooked on his dark hair, and red jeans as his bottoms. The look is brought together by the ridiculous Santa beard strapped to his face, and any other time Trunks would have been choking with laughter, but it is hard to be amused when his heart is doing its damnedest to beat straight out his chest.

"Well, well, well, looks like I missed someone when I was delivering presents last night." Goten quirks his brow and tilts his head as if confused, but that same horrible grin from earlier is back. "But does he deserve one?"

"I... I do," Trunks replies. Good gods, is he playing along with this?

"Really? You know I check that list twice and I'm almost positive you weren't on the 'nice' side. Perhaps we should check one more time, hmm?"

Trunks swallows hard. With a deep breath, he pulls off his navy nightshirt. Then, before his resolve fades, pushes his Christmas-themed pajamas bottoms down his thighs and legs until he can step out of them completely. He might as well be completely naked by how exposed he feels in the panties Goten gifted him. They are tight around his cock and cheeks, and black with cute little frills around the edges, and he really does not want to think about what is printed on the back.

Goten sucked his teeth in disapproval, but Trunks didn't miss the hungry look in his eyes. "Come now, if it says what I suspect it says you have no business being this shy."

'You already do know what it says, you dick,' Trunks thinks, but dutifully turns around.

Printed across his ass in bright red letters is a single word: NAUGHTY.

Goten shakes his head, disappointed. "What a shame. Unfortunately, I've run all out of coal this year. Then again, I think a different kind of punishment would suit you better."

Trunks says nothing, trying his hardest not to fidget on the spot. Embarrassment curls hotly in his stomach, and yet...

"Well, come on then, I haven't got all night. I've been out late enough as is, and Mrs. Claus will think I'm up to something unbecoming if I don't hurry back."

Trunks breaks through his embarrassment to roll his eyes as he spins on his heel. He steps forward with his head as high as he can manage, but he falters once he reaches Goten, his lap looming almost threateningly before him.

Goten doesn't bother hiding his amusement. "Now, now, don't be like that. You don't want to be on the naughty list again next year, do you?"

Trunks averts his eyes. "No..."

"Well," Goten spreads his legs, and pats his lap invitingly. "Why don't you prove to me that even naughty boys can be nice to get what they want?"

Gods, why does Goten have to be such a pervert? His words send heat prickling over his body, and oh fuck, Trunks can't believe he's really about to do this...

He takes a deep breath to steel himself, and before he can stop himself, bends forward until he's spread completely over Goten's lap.

Trunks immediately drops his face, as if that will hide him from the utterly humiliating position he's in. He has no idea how he could possibly live the rest of his life with this moment in his memories. Why would he ever suggest this? He's never been spanked before. Never, ever, ever, and the fact that deep down he had actually been curious about this, had had such filthy thoughts cross his mind every single time Goten had playfully slapped his backside...

Suddenly, all of the heat around his body congregates to his groin and his blush only gets worse because somehow, someway, he's actually turned on right now—

Even more sudden is the hand smacking his ass.

"Ah!" he shouts, more surprised than anything else.

"Now, that I've got your attention, we can discuss your punishment," Goten says, rubbing a soothing hand over the struck spot. "Since there have been twenty-five days this month that you could have cleaned up your act, I think that that many spanks would be fitting. You will have to count them for me, or else I might lose track and need to start over. Am I understood?"

Trunks hesitates. He knows better than to call him 'Goten' but he'll sooner eat his own ass before he calls him 'Santa'.

Finally, with his voice as loud as he can manage, he says, "Yes, sir."

The silence that follows says a lot of things and Trunks doesn't understand any of it. Goten's speechlessness is a million times worse given that Trunks can't see his face, but would knowing his expression make the situation any more bearable? Trunks is horribly unsure.

He's just about to call this whole thing off and find somewhere to hide for the rest of his natural life, when a hand smacks him again and it hurts.

"Ah!" he shouts, then remembers, "One."

Another. "Two."

Another. "Three."

Another. He grits his teeth. "Four."

Another. "Five."

Goten stops and Trunks is surprised that he's slightly out of breath. He focuses on evening his breath while Goten rubs a palm over his hot skin.

"You're being so good for me. I see many toy trains and jump ropes in your future."

Trunks couldn't help himself. "Oh, shut up, Goten."

He wishes he had, however, when Goten spanks him so hard and fast he couldn't even try to count, only managing a string of 'ow, ow, ow!' before he finally throws a hand back and the barrage ceases.

"That wasn't very nice, Trunks."

Trunks actually cringes at the disappointment in his tone. "I'm sorry, sir."

Goten hums in approval and tosses Trunks arm back towards the floor. "Good. Now, I think we should start again, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," and they do. "One. Two. Three, ah. Four."

When they reach five again, Goten pulls the panties forward until there is nothing covering his cheeks, and the drag of the fabric against his completely hard cock and his perineum has him whimpering shamefully.

Smack. "Six."

Smack. "Seven."

Smack. "Eight."

Every blow is harsher than the last. His toes curl helplessly against the carpet, and his fingers are nearly tearing holes where they are clutching at Goten's jeans.

Smack. "Ten."

Smack. "Ah! Eleven!"

With each hit he rocks forward, grinding as much as he can get away with against Goten's thigh. He's making an absolute mess of the panties, but from the hardness he feels underneath his hip, he can guess that Goten isn't much better off.

A hard smack nearly knocks the breath out of him. Every spot that felt the wrath of Goten's hand stings so badly, and yet Trunks has never been so hard in his whole life.

"What's that? Did you lose track?"

"Fifteen!" Trunks shouts desperately, tears beading in the corners of his eyes.

"Good, good," Goten says. Another smack. Another number. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes! I'm sorry!"

"You'll be a good boy from now on?" Smack.

"Seventeen! Yes, I promise, sir!"

"That's what I like to hear." Smack. Eighteen. Smack. Nineteen. Smack.

"Ow, ow! Twenty!" Trunks screams, and he's this close to coming as quickly as he ever had since puberty first wrecked his life.

"Don't you dare!" Goten says before he can. "You're not finished yet!"

Goten keeps him in place with an arm around his waist and holds nothing back. Trunks fights for as long as he can. Finally, as he screams, "Twenty-five!" he lets go, moaning and whining as he ruins the panties pulled so tightly against his skin. Underneath him, he feels Goten shuddering and his knees jerking before he too collapses in exhaustion.

It is only a moment later, however, when Goten is gathering him up. Trunks is limp in his arms as Goten pulls them back onto his bed, before settling him against his chest. Trunks is shuddering against him and tiny tears smear from his eyes. Goten only holds him, rubbing his back gently until he's finally still. They lay there for several minutes, catching their breath and processing every detail of what just occurred.

Finally, Goten breaks the silence, "That was so fucking hot."

"Oh, shut up," Trunks groans, rolling away.

"No, really, I mean I was kinda expecting you to laugh at my awesome beard and call the whole thing off. I'm so glad you didn't. Why have we never done that before? Why are we so basic? I thought I was above vanilla sex but apparently not. This might honestly be my new favorite memory. This is definitely by far my most favorite orgasm. I—"

"Gods above why don't you have an off switch?" Trunks asks honestly while reaching over to tear the hideous beard off.

"Hey! I spent two whole dollars on that!"

"I'm going to burn it," Trunks tells him with even more honesty, before he tosses it far away.

"Santa Son deserves more respect than this," and before Trunks can reply to that ridiculous statement, Goten is dropping a hand to his backside to readjust the panties. He then squeezes his skin and Trunks bites his lip at the lingering sting.

"Was it good?" he asks.

That choked feeling from before is back. Trunks manages a nod.

"Good," he says. In the next moment, he's shoving a tiny present under Trunks' nose.

Trunks blinks at it.

"Come on, you didn't really think I got you nothing, did you?"

Trunks, genuinely stunned, takes it from him. "You really didn't have too."

"And yet, somehow, I wanted too. Now open it."

Trunks does. Inside the little box is a bracelet. It is very simple in design, a plain, dark strap with two rows of string on each side of the clasp. However, the inside of the strap is light brown, and displays very small black words written all around it in cursive design:

I love you with all the love there is, all the love that ever has been, and all the love that ever will be. You are the most beautiful thing I keep inside my heart. If ever you forget, look here and remember that the only word to describe you is 'mine', and the only word to describe me is 'yours', and the only word to describe us is 'forever'.

"Oh," Trunks says clamping a hand over his mouth while tears prick his eyes once more and he knows he must look like an actress from a 40's movie or something but he just can't help it. It's been a really long day, no week, no month, in fact, and his ass stings and he's still keyed up from earlier and to have such a nice reminder that the love of his life loves him just as much is a lot to handle, okay?

Goten hugs him close. "I love you."

"Yeah, I... yeah," is all Trunks can get out but Goten doesn't seem to mind. He just hugs him tighter and Trunks knows without a shadow of a doubt that he's never loved Goten more than he did right now.

End

All I can say in response to this drabble is... my bad. Stay tuned for less filth and more angst.

In Response to Guest: Haha, as much as I would love to continue into January, I'm pretty sure I would run out of ideas by then xP.

(The above response was written in 2014).