MD: Oh. Silly me. It was quite some time when I gave you that recommendation, plus I'm not a native speaker, so when you said "thanks for the recc", I thought you were talking about one of the records in Trunks laptop (my chapter) and when you said it made you cry like a girl I was confused. Now I get it, heh "Recommendation", it meant recommendation –slaps herself on the forehead-

Yes, "The Story of You and Me" (even despite I didn't like that FusionHA added a female to the plot and her frisking to and fro I found unnecessary and her whines pissed me off) is probably my favorite of all times. It's really an amazing work, I loved the depth and feeling of it. I cried too. I think everybody did. It's just as you said – they have just made it work, finally had a chance to be happy. And then it all slipped away. Just like that. It makes one want to scream at the unfairness of it all and leaves the reader with a dreadful feeling of helplessness. Ahhh, really a wonderful story. I read it three or four years ago and it still is with me. A rare gem.

Anyways, let's come back to WTATOM. Yes, the bond is something Goten isn't familiar with. He's afraid of it, the irrational and spontaneous things that it makes him do scares him but at the same time he relishes in it because it made him and Trunks close – something he never had the luxury of. To get control of it is not that easy. It's rather an instinct, but of course, if tried hard enough it would work. Well, one way or another, the bond works for about two years. After that, as the child is more or less capable to take care of himself and doesn't require that much of parenting anymore (I won't start comparing Human and Saiyan physiology here. I went through all this in my earlier DBZ fics, so it just makes me annoyed to repeat it all. Just think that Saiyan babies grow much faster than Human ones).

Now about psychological stuff. Heh. It was the first time I heard that "but the phenomenon of socio!Trunks is so widespread". Seriously? O.o Ah, whatever. I should read more fics it means. Which method I use? Hell, I don't understand much in psychological stuff. I didn't think about that before starting to write this fic. Usually I don't have a plan before writing, just several major details. Now, when looking back, I can just say that I absolutely ignored the anime and did with "my" Trunks whatever I wished. I needed to make a sociopath for the plot, so here you go – we have a sociopath. Umm…crudely spoken, but it's almost how it went. DBZ is something that I used to watch four years ago and even then I didn't see half of the episodes. I don't even remember the most of the stuff. Well, I suppose I have disappointed you. Yeah, I don't have any great theories to base my fic on or anything like that. It's just something my mind came up.

Goten. Well, I see Goten as a simple, normal kid. He can be mild, he can be firm if the situation calls for it. I'm glad you like him :)

krazikool04: Thank you very much:D

Wind Goddess Haruka: Ummm… Actually I didn't research anything. Well, it sure is pleasant that you think so, but I didn't do any research. Several years ago I read a book about serial killers and their motives. But it doesn't really have anything to do with Trunks' personalities or the problem he has now. Actually, I am quite sure that it's not even possible what I did to Trunks' body – he lost his memories and became a new person. He started living his life and then the other Trunks resurfaced in his head. The two of them are completely aware of each other and manage to function both at once but are discontent with and try to get rid of each other by suppression. I'm not sure if it's possible. Maybe. Hell knows. The world is a weird thing ;)

Kara: Hahaha, you have quite some imagination :D

Goten really might pay for everything after the bond disperses. He will have a whole lot to pay. Well, enjoy this chapter!

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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Trunks x Goten.

Summary: This fic is completely independent of my other fics. GT doesn't exist.

Note: age: Goten 18; Trunks 19.

A/N 2: This chapter has a sex scene. Because of FanFiction net politics I had to cut it. If you want to read the uncut chapter, go to Adultfanfiction net or MediaMiner org (choose NC-17 rating when searching). I write under the same penname everywhere.

When There Are Two of Me

by chayron (lttomb yahoo com), beta-read by Redmarshin

Part 13

Trunks ate his steak silently. Goten was sipping his tea from time to time, his eyes locked on Trunks. The air felt oppressive and leaden around them. Goten was really trying not to worsen the situation but he was still angry.

Goten rolled his head onto the backrest to look at the sky. It was going to rain again. He cursed mentally. Trunks had better eat faster so that they could go to the barber's before it started raining.

"Goddamit!" Goten startled as a there was a flash of lighting. He cursed once again after spilling his tea on his shirt. Drying himself with a napkin, he thought that they wouldn't be in time to escape the rain.

"What is Ayame doing?" Trunks asked while munching on his salad. "I mean for a living," he added quickly after Goten's eyes darkened. "Ehh… Don't mind me…" he ducked his head back to his plate. He agreed that Goten had a right to be angry with him.

"He's an aerobics instructor," Goten sipped what was left of his tea, his heart melting a bit at Trunks' obvious distress.

"Eh? Really?" Trunks' mouth faltered then continued its chewing. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Aerobics instructor…" he chuckled. "You know, I like him…" he said then.

Goten's suddenly flashing eyes snapped to Trunks. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?! That you don't mind me fucking him?! Do I have your blessing now?!"

Trunks blinked then ruffled through his hair. "Have they put something in that tea…?" He looked at Goten's mug. But then, giving into the anger, Trunks tossed his fork loudly back onto the table. "You yourself scent-marked him! I just said that I liked him! Was I supposed to say that I hate him and beg you to leave him, and be with me forever?!" he snarled.

Goten's eyes flashed turquoise for a moment. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" he hissed. Goten hushed his voice as people in the café started turning to look at the two of them, "Don't fucking be so full of yourself!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. He leaned back in his chair. "I'm tired of this game, Goten," he spat, disgusted. "You are insulting my intelligence by thinking I am such a fool as not to know what's on that mind of yours…"

"Congratulations!" Goten growled. "Then it means you are a psychic! Because I have not a fucking clue what is on my mind, you….grrr!" He grabbed his mug with intent to launch it at Trunks.

"You behave like a fucking woman," Trunks pointed at the mug. "Breaking dishes while arguing…so stereotypical…" He rolled his eyes.

Slowly, Goten lowered the mug back to the table. He was panting loudly, fury contorting his face. If there was ever a moment when he hated Trunks, it was now and it didn't help any that he was furious with himself too.

"You know what…" Suddenly, Goten jumped from his seat. He started fumbling with his jeans pocket. "I'm so fucking sorry that I'm such a stereotype!" He hurled a bundle of money onto the table next to Trunks' plate. "I'm so fucking sorry I'm gay!" he mocked. "Fuck you!" he spat, grabbing his jacket from the backrest. "Yeah, look for someone not so stereotypical and stupid to worry and fuss about you! I had had enough of you and your attitude!"

"Goten, stop!" Trunks reached out to catch Goten by his arm but missed. "Goten, wait! Fuck!" Trunks cursed as Goten quickly made his way to the door. Trunks grabbed the bundle from the table, tossed one banknote onto the table and ran after Goten.

"Goten!" Trunks shouted. "Will you fucking stop?!" He looked at the sky as it flashed. "Shit…"

"Go to hell!" Goten yelled, quickening his pace. "Leave me in peace! Just leave me in peace for good and all!"

Trunks caught up with Goten. Goten shoved Trunks' hand to the side after that had tried to hold him in place.

"Don't touch me! Don't come near me! Here!" He fished the keys out from his pocket and threw them at Trunks' face.

Trunks caught the keys before they hit his face. "Goten, stop this hysterics! Goten!" He cursed again as Goten ignored him simply. "It's raining! Let's go back!" Trunks shouted.

"Oh goddamit, how I hate you!" Suddenly, Goten stopped walking and turned around to scream at Trunks' face. "Toying with me all the time! You what?! – Think that I have no feelings whatsoever?! Goddamit, how I have had enough of this! I don't want to see your fucking face anymore!" He threw his hands in annoyance. "Enough, Trunks. Simply enough…" He shook his head, continuing to walk quickly.

Trunks followed Goten; he hoped the rain wouldn't get worse. The accusations Goten made were at least partly right. He knew he had been torturing Goten and he had been doing that consciously. He had been pushing Goten. But that didn't mean Goten didn't know about that and hadn't been answering to him. Though, likely Goten didn't really understand what it was all about…

"You think I was the one to toy with you?" Trunks spat at Goten's back. "Even now I can't understand whom you are in love with, with him or me!"

Goten stopped in his tracks. Not turning around, he buried his face in his hands after a second. "Gods, what does it matter?" he muttered. "What does it matter to you?" He leaned on the wall, rubbing his face.

"And now you say "what does it matter"?" Trunks shook his head in disbelief. "It matters a whole lot to me! You know what I think? –It's about time we finished these games, Goten…"

"Then finish, dammit! I'm not the one playing!" Goten yelled. "I don't fucking understand what you are doing! I'm not a fucking genius like you!" He hid his face in his hands again. "Trunks… I'm tired…" he muttered. "I'm so tired of it all… It's tearing me apart… And what you have been trying to do there, on that field? I don't understand, Trunks. I don't think that I have enough strength to care anymore…" He looked at Trunks.

"Hell, Goten, don't cry, damn…" Trunks leaned to the younger male who had buried his face in his hands again. "Goten… I'm sorry…"

"I'm fine! It's the rain!" Goten snapped, pushing him away. "Go away!"

"Goten, stop…" Trunks caught Goten's hands easily and lowered them. "Stop that… I'm sorry… Please, stop that… Or I'll cry, too…" he whispered. "Goten…" Trunks pressed his cheek to Goten's. "Please, let's go back. We can figure everything out."

Goten stopped trying to push Trunks away. "You fucking idiot…" Goten rubbed his teary eyes, muttering. "You could have just run away…" He lowered his head to Trunks' again.

Trunks laughed softly, his voice thick. "I don't have where to run to, Goten. The only place I'd run is where you are…"

"And you accused me of being womanly…" Goten shook his head, sniffling. He looked at the sky. "Godamn, the rain seems to be increasing…"

"If it were one of those romantic movies, we'd be kissing right now…"

"Trunks…" Goten shook his head, disapproving and angered again.

"I'm sorry," Trunks said quickly. He added rapidly: "I'm not fond of rain, so let's get our asses moving so as not to catch a cold."

Goten sighed. "Yeah…"

Trunks had never imagined one could have such a feeling of relief like he felt now. He was almost faint with relief. The words "don't leave me" had been bordering on the tip of his tongue all the time while Goten was trying to push him away and it took almost all of his sanity not to start begging. It was not as if he was too proud to pronounce those words, it was that he was afraid to find out that this last resort wouldn't work. He didn't know what he'd have done then. Goten had pulled him out. If Goten rejected him now… Then what had been the point in that Goten's act? What did he have besides Goten to keep him here…?

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Trunks peeled his wet shirt and tossed it directly into the washing-machine. He turned to Goten. "Give yours."

Goten threw his shirt to Trunks then started peeling his soaked jeans off.

"I'll take a shower," Goten said after putting his dripping jeans into the sink.

"Ah, okay." Trunks nodded, switching the washing-machine on. After that he left the bathroom for Goten, found some dry clothes for himself and went to the kitchen.

Before going back to the flat they had bought a big pack of caramel ice-cream as they used to do when he was still in the hospital. Trunks was the one to suggest that – he was hoping that it would raise their mood. It was also a form of apology and demonstration that he wanted things to go back to how they were earlier.

Goten had bought a half of kilo of strawberries with the ice-cream and said that he'd make a sundae.

Trunks remembered what a sundae looked like, but he didn't remember what one tasted like. He didn't remember what strawberries tasted like either.

"Trunks?! Oh my God, Trunks, are you okay?"

From the floor, Trunks looked at Goten. Confused, he looked around. "What happened?" he asked.

Goten pulled Trunks up into the sitting position. "I entered the kitchen and saw you fall…" Goten looked at Trunks' confused face. As far as he could see Trunks didn't hurt himself anywhere while falling. "You don't remember?" he asked. "Do you feel faint or ill?"

"I…" Trunks faltered. He shook his head in denial. "No… I remember washing the strawberries… Then I took them to the table… I think I tried to remember what they tasted like…" Suddenly, Trunks eyes widened in realization. "It's fine, I'm okay." He stood up quickly and regretted that immediately.

"Shit," Goten grabbed Trunks who swayed. He helped Trunks to sit down carefully onto a chair. "Hell, if it's what it takes you to remember, then it's easier to taste them…" Goten laughed nervously.

"Yeah… I think it's true…" Trunks nodded, taking a deep breath to get more air into his spinning head.

"Maybe you should see Gohan about this?" Goten looked at Trunks' face.

Trunks looked back at him. "I'll see him, later," he assured.

Goten wanted to object but then nodded simply. He walked over to the fridge for the ice-cream. Then he took two deep dishes that had already changed their place several times: he had moved them from the flat he had been renting to Ayame and his sister's and then to here.

Trunks watched Goten moving about in the kitchen. Goten was wearing one of the bathrobes he had bought on the Net. Goten looked so cozy and homey with that on while plodding away. Trunks thought that he could get used to that sight. Trunks also wondered if Goten wore anything else under that bathrobe.

Goten filled the dishes up halfway with the caramel ice-cream. After that he chopped up the strawberries and poured them into the two dishes. Then found two teaspoons.

"Will we eat them now?"

"Eh?" Trunks nodded after Goten's words reached their destination "Oh, yeah." Trunks reached for his dish.

"You really okay? You seem kinda distracted…" Goten sat down at the table too, opposite Trunks.

"Your wardrobe distracts me… I can't stop thinking if you're wearing something underneath it… When is your next exam?" Trunks took his dish with ice-cream.

With a teaspoon in his mouth Goten stared at Trunks. He turned the spoon in his mouth several times. "After three days. I'll just pretend that I didn't hear that," he added. "And yes, I'm wearing your underwear."

"Then you have to study instead of running around the city with me. Are those with small devils and angels?" Trunks scooped a good spoonful of ice-cream and started licking at it.

"C'mon, I have just come back from one exam, give me a break. Yeah, one horny angel on the crotch and a smirking devil on the bottom."

"Those are my favorite… Yeah, I suppose you can have this day off… It's really good." Trunks stuck another spoonful into his mouth. With his eyes closed he enjoyed the taste.

"Yeah," Goten agreed, leaning in his chair blissfully.

"Let's hit the bars, eh?" Trunks suggested suddenly. "Let's hit the bars, get sloshed and then let's fuck all night!"

Goten opened his eyes. "What the hell?" he blinked. He watched Trunks' face for some time. "I don't get it," he finally said. "Are you flirting with me?"

"It depends if you want me or him…" Trunks' gaze was unwavering.

"Ah…" Finally, Goten realized that this was what Trunks had promised: they were solving everything out. At least trying to. Only Trunks' way of approaching the subject was…

Goten put the dish with his ice-cream back onto the table; the ice-cream had suddenly lost all taste to it. "I was thinking about that, too. You know what I said to Gohan once when he told me that you were not him? –That I hadn't been sure which of you I liked more… That was only several days after you woke up." Goten sighed and leaned in his chair. He avoided meeting Trunks' eyes; he knew Trunks was watching him.

"I used to compare you two all the time. I know how you hate it. But you also understand that it's only natural… And I compared and compared… Until in the end I realized that I started comparing not you to him, but him to you and think what a bastard he was…" Goten rubbed his forehead. He raised his head. "So yeah, I suppose this answers your question…"

"Partly…" Trunks nodded. "But you only said that you like me more than him. But…"

"Oh goddamit, Trunks!" Goten groaned. "Should I make a tattoo on my forehead with that stupid heart and the arrow for you to understand?! Don't make this more embarrassing than it already is…"

Trunks brushed over his hair. "And Ayame…?"

Goten closed his eyes rubbed his face with his hands. "What about him?" he sighed.

"If we start fucking, he might not agree with such a relationship…"

Goten froze. He removed his hands from his face. "I said don't joke like this! It's not funny! Think before talking, or I'll start regretting that I forgave you and will leave you for Gohan and Goku to tear apart."

Trunks put his ice-cream aside too. "I'm not gay, Goten, but… Hell, I was trying to figure out where is that line when one is gay… And I am not quite finished yet… And I doubt there can be a line…" frustrated, Trunks sighed.

"I wasn't really playing with you… I was trying to understand your and my feelings. I'm sorry for my behavior in the club…" Trunks waved his hands apologetically. "I was using that girl to see your reaction and then dragged you to the dance floor and…" he shook his head, "doesn't matter, I did plenty of similar things…" he said, shrugging at Goten's angry face.

"That thing we have between us…that weird parent-child bond…it throws me out. It throws us both out. I'd be lying if I said that it had been hindering to understand what I feel for you, but it does disturb me.

"Well, the point of this speech was to say that I think that I am in love with you…" Trunks ruffled through his hair. "Silly, ne? It's that most of the time instead of sexual attraction I feel that weird parent-child affection and it just drives me crazy…"

Goten shook his head in disbelief. "Love me? You..? Most of the time? And what do you feel the other time?"

Trunks pursed his lips. "The other time I think of what sounds you'd make if I bit on your ear or what does your skin feels and tastes like or, like now, how fast I can get that wardrobe off you…"

Goten couldn't hold that blue-eyed gaze that sent shivers down his spine. He lowered his eyes quickly to his ice-cream and tried to sort his thoughts out. He was painfully hard and almost panting. "Trunks… I… Are you making fun of me again?" he groaned. He knew perfectly that Trunks was able to scent him. And then he realized he could scent Trunks', too…

Goten's eyes shot to Trunks who stood up.

"No," Trunks shook his head, "I am not." He approached Goten.

"W-what are you d-?!" Goten jumped out of his seat, pushing Trunks away. "Goddamit, do you think everything's so easy!?" He pushed past Trunks and went into the corridor. After Trunks followed him, he went into the living-room, as Trunks still followed him, he turned around and went back into the corridor then into the bathroom and locked the door.

Trunks blinked at the door that had just shut against his nose. "Ehh… What are you doing?" This was ridiculous.

"I don't know!" Goten growled from the other side of the door. "But I can ask you the same! – What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

"I said I was tired of these games, as I know the other one isn't in the way…"

Goten cursed. "It's so easy, ne?!" He plopped onto the edge of the bathtub.

"Ehh… Yeah..?" Trunks scratched his head.

"I have a boyfriend, Trunks! And I am very content with him!"

Trunks frowned. "Ah… Ayame… You think he would mind? Yeah, probably… I do like him and I'm kinda sorry, but you don't love him anyway, right? And I'm not the one to step down…"

"How the fuck do you know?! He loves me!" Goten felt like banging his head on the wall. "Your logic is killing me…" Then he shrieked and almost fell into the bathtub when suddenly Trunks ITed against him.

"Well, but it's only logical…" Trunks pulled Goten up by the lapels of the bathrobe from the bathtub. "I'm sure he'll understand. After all he was only a substitute for that another you couldn't get…"

Goten's eyes flared. He smacked Trunks' hand away and stood up. "Ayame isn't a substitute for anyone! I like being with him and-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Trunks sighed. "I know all about that… You feel guilty. But you'll feel even worse if you miss the chance now…"

"What fucking chance, Trunks?! To fuck with you?! And what then?! Go to hell with this your chance!" Goten yelled.

"Why are you shouting at me all the time?" Trunks wondered. "Do you think it will give more weight to your words? Actually it doesn't work on me…"

"I'm shouting because your attitude pisses me off! Go to hell! Go to fucking hell!" Goten screamed, plopping back onto the edge of the bathtub. "Go to hell…" he groaned in defeat. He hid his face in his hands.

"For fuck's sake… Don't start crying again…" Trunks groaned, too. As far as he had noticed, the worst thing about Goten's tears was that they disarmed him completely.

"I am not crying, you idiot!" Goten glared at him. "I just… I just can't understand why you suddenly… Why now..?"

"Because I don't think we can waste time like this anymore…" I don't think there's much of it left to me, Trunks thought. "Why can't we two be happy at least for a little while?"

"Trunks, don't… Simply don't…" Goten shook his head.

"Is it because of Ayame?"

"Because of everything… I…"

"Hell, wasn't it you who said he'd not tolerate anyone in between us?" Trunks snarled.

Goten buried his fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes in distress. "Trunks…" His eyes snapped open in shock as he felt Trunks' lips ghost against his. He leaned away. Trunks followed until Goten was trying to level his weight and was almost falling off the edge of the bathtub.

"I love hearing you say my name," Trunks murmured against Goten's lips. "Even if it's his name, too…" his hand dove into Goten's hair to entangle at his nape.

"T-tttrunks…" Goten stuttered.

"Yes, I love it…" Trunks pulled Goten by his bathrobe to him to press their lips together.

Goten hissed as Trunks' knee pressed deep in between his legs. Clenching his teeth he turned his face away from Trunks. His hands gave in and he almost collapsed into the bathtub as Trunks attacked the side of his throat he had accidentally offered.

Trunks pulled Goten up, his one hand still buried in Goten's hair another firmly on Goten's hip, guiding him against his leg and making him ride it. Goten's mouth opened to pant. His palms pressed against Trunks' chest not managing to decide if they wanted to push the man away or keep him in place to be sure Trunks wouldn't disappear. The lust that flared suddenly through Goten threatened to rob him off his mind.

Trunks tugged at Goten's hair to make the younger man face him again. Goten was flushed, his pupils dilated, the look on his face the one telling that he was having trouble believing in what was happening.

"Fuck…" Trunks groaned before smashing their lips together, this time making sure Goten wouldn't pull away.

Trunks needn't have worried. Goten, still a little dazed and disbelieving, didn't put any resistance, instead, after a moment, his tongue joined Trunks'. Goten didn't even have enough strength to be angry with Trunks after noticing that Trunks was grinning against his mouth in victory. He wanted the same as Trunks after all…

Goten moaned into Trunks' mouth as Trunks' palm cupped and squeezed his right buttock boldly.

"T-tt…" Goten stuttered while Trunks was rocking him on his jeans-clad leg. He pulled away from the kiss to pant loudly. Goten yelped when he was quickly seated back onto the bathtub. He grabbed onto Trunks' arms and shoulders not to fall into it.

Trunks wedged himself in between Goten's open legs, his hands parting the bathrobe the other male was wearing and sliding up Goten's thighs...

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INSERTION OF A SEX SCENE. Because of FanFiction net politics I had to cut it. If you want to read the uncut chapter, go to Adultfanfiction net or MediaMiner org (choose NC-17 rating when searching). I write under the same penname everywhere.

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Trunks stared at the ceiling while catching his breath. Goten's harsh pants against his neck were burning his skin. He didn't really want to deal with the reality yet and he knew that at the moment Goten also preferred to leave things as they were at the moment. So they slept.

TBC