Barracks Chapter 44: Part 44, a dragon ball z fanfic

BlueSkiesSunrise: Aww…that's a good idea, but Goten has turned his terminal off after all. He has even flipped the switch off. Anything to avoid the temptation. However, the there's going to be a video. I don't want to give too many details away about whens, hows and whys but Trunks is going to see it. He is not going to like it.

Bonita Son: It was Goten himself who told Jadenas about his virginity. Not really told, but Jadenas had figured it out as soon as Goten came to Starcut in chapter 28 and got into a spat with Reyn. Seems to have happened ages ago…

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.

A/N: Starcut's crew members:

Captain

Backup Captain - (Kandar)

Master Sergeant

Navigator - (Adriel)

Communications Specialist - (Sildara)

Programmer - (Rokunda)

Gunnery Sergeant - (Monteira Fawa)

Arms Specialist – (Hazel)

Arms Specialist – (Mandro)

Flight Officer - (Reyn Dueri)

Flight Officer - (Jadenas Ealt)

Head Engineer - (Nohail Ofura)

Maintenance Technician – (Mirun)

Maintenance Technician – (Landan)

Doctor - (Tamahi)

Medic - (Yereli)

Head Cook

Cook

Soldier - (Edesha)

Goten

A/N 2: This chapter has two sex scenes. Because of FanFiction net policy I had to remove them. 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.

Barracks

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

Part 44

When Goten got to the medical room, he was informed that the vegetating Nondren had died during the night. Tamahi was inserting the circumstances of his death into the terminal. Goten gave his back a morose look and, since the chair was taken, went to Tom's bed. The Human shifted to give the third-class more space and offered him an energetic smile. Seating himself carefully, Goten thought that there was no way he could ask the doctor for something to dull the pain in his bottom. He would just have to bear it.

"Doctor said I am going to recover completely."

Goten responded to Tom's grin with one of his own. "That's good to hear. You were a complete wreck when you got here."

"The rehabilitation process is going to be slow and painful," Tamahi said glancing at them.

"Why spoil his joy?" Daniel admonished from the adjacent bed. "You Saiyans are really insensitive."

Tamahi rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Goten, why did we save them, again?"

"Because we were bored and had nothing better to do."

Tom chuckled. Goten turned to look at the ki-cuffed Nondren in his bed. He was sitting, his absent, brooding gaze directed at his lap. The third-class wondered if he was affected by his comrade's death. He must be. Goten had tried to talk to the Nondren a few times, but he was mostly unresponsive – they didn't even know his name. Had he attacked a Saiyan ship, they would have made him talk a long time ago and/or just killed him. However, he was responsible for Human deaths, so he wasn't a Saiyan problem. They just had to get him safely to Meia Colony.

Goten averted his gaze from the Nondren to Andrew. "You seem to be a perpetual patient."

The man grinned at him. "That's not true. I've got a terminal disease. Tell him, Doc."

"The only disease you've got is laziness," Tamahi said with a snort. "Get the hell out of here and make yourself useful!"

Andrew widened his eyes theatrically. "I'm a patient!"

Daniel laughed. "You just like the bed."

Andrew shook his head. "Lies, all lies!" Grinning, he turned to Goten. His curious eyes studied the third-class for a moment, then he asked: "What was that about during breakfast? Did you get promoted or something?"

Goten had no idea how he managed to keep his face from turning red; maybe he was finally getting a hold on his blushes. His butt, though, throbbed dully at the reminder. "No, it's my birthday today," he said.

Daniel got all flustered. "Oh, man, why didn't you tell us? We gotta celebrate!"

Goten shook his head. "Nah, it's nothing special."

"Of course it's special!" Tom denied. "So how old are you now?"

"Eighteen."

Goten saw all three Humans stare at him in surprise. "What?" he asked.

"You don't look it," Daniel said. "I'd give you over twenty."

"Seriously?" Goten wondered. "We are really talking standard years here, right? Everybody keeps saying I barely look sixteen."

"Bollocks!"

Goten turned sideways and pointed at Tamahi. "How old do you think he is?"

"Forty!"

"Forty-two!"

"Thirty-five!"

His eyebrows raised, Tamahi swiveled his chair around to face them. "Eighty-nine."

"What?"

"No way!"

"Okay, even I didn't know he was that old," Goten said with a chuckle. He threw his hands up when everyone stared at him accusingly. "Oh, c'mon! It's practically impossible to tell a Saiyan's age from thirty to about a hundred thirty or so."

The doctor muttered something under his breath. "To any other Saiyan Goten does look like a kid, though," he said before turning away with his chair. "A babe just out of diapers."

"Thank you very much!" The third-class bowed his head theatrically. "I'm certain I couldn't have lived without your kind descriptions."

"Well, but you are!"

Goten turned away from Tamahi to offer a bright smile to the Humans. Humans and Saiyans read faces differently, so they often had misconceptions about each other. He wondered how off he was with his guesses about the three Humans, but wasn't really interested enough in the topic to pursue it further.

"So we have to celebrate!" Daniel said enthusiastically. "Eighteen comes only once in a lifetime!"

You'd be surprised, Goten thought.

"Why do I feel as if my back is on fire?" Tamahi grunted, lifting his eyes from the computer screen. "Oh, no, no."

"Oh, c'mon!" Daniel insisted. "Just a few shots! To refresh our mouths after we sing 'Happy Birthday'!"

"It's such an important anniversary!" Tom endorsed. "Unique!"

"Nobody would ever notice," Andrew promised.

ooOoOoOoo

Goten's eyes blinked open to someone shaking his shoulder. He grinned happily and raised his arms to wrap them around Reyn's right leg. "Reyn!" he chirped ecstatically, rubbing his cheek against it.

The flight officer's eyebrows rose and he stepped away from the stench coming from the other third-class's mouth. Drunk as a skunk. And while on watch, too. He was going to report Goten one of these days. Just to teach him a lesson. Reyn took another look at the stirring bodies around the room. Could Goten smell a party when it was about to start or something? Maybe he could foresee them? Just like he had been able to foresee the danger on Orion?

"Hey, hey, what are you celebrating? Don't tell me…" Adriel sang, ravishing all the corners in the medical room with thirsty eyes. His eyes caught sight of an empty bottle of medical spirit on the floor and he almost started bouncing. "Why did nobody invite me? I'm insulted. I'm veeeerrryyy insulted!"

"It's Goten's birthday," Daniel slurred out. "Eighteenth." Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes.

Adriel clapped his hands in delight. "What? You lost your virginity and had your birthday all in one go? An awesome birthday present!" He punched the air. "Woot!"

For a moment, Daniel looked uncertain, then he looked at Tom, who looked at Andrew. Then all three of them looked at Goten.

"So who's the lucky lady?" Daniel asked.

Reyn caught Goten's hand before it could touch him, but it was too late. Drawn by the motion, the Humans' eyes set on him.

"That," Tom said, staring at the flight officer reproachfully, "hardy qualifies as a lady."

Gotten giggled mindlessly. "You bet! I still can't sit proper-" He didn't finish the sentence because Reyn's hand covered his mouth.

"Off you go," Reyn said, heaving the other third-class up off the floor. He thought about throwing the other man over his shoulder and just carrying him off before he could embarrass himself any further in front of his newly found Human buddies, but then decided against it – Goten would probably vomit all over the floor. As it was, he started leading the unsteady man towards the exit.

On his way, he cast a look at the Nondren. What the hell had Goten been thinking? And where the hell had he gotten so many ki-cuffs? Each of the pirate's feet was bound to his wrists by ki-cuffs and then secured to the metal leg of the bed by two more ki-cuffs. He looked as if someone with a serious inclination towards bondage had worked on him. He was glaring at Goten's stupidly grinning face with unconcealed hatred. Reyn couldn't blame the pirate.

"And you… I thought you were smarter," Reyn said to Tamahi, who was curled up near the door.

The doctor blinked at him groggily, saluted and, yawning, settled back into sleep.

When the flight officer dragged Goten into his cabin, Edesha tensed at first, then after noticing that Goten was just drunk, gave Reyn a questioning look.

"Tamahi," the flight officer said as if that explained everything.

Edesha looked at the youngest crew member thoughtfully while Reyn picked his way towards Goten's bed. The flight officer pushed the hardly coherent man onto the mattress and started taking his boots off.

"Who's watching over the damn pirate?"

"No one."

"Bloody idiots," Edesha growled. He headed for the door with the intention of taking up the task himself. "Punch him one when he wakes up."

Reyn arranged Goten's boots next to the bed and straightened. He looked at Goten's face. The youth was frowning in his sleep. Then a fart echoed in the cabin and the third-class's features smoothed out into a content expression.

"Lovely," Edesha spat from across the cabin.

Reyn did nothing to stop the angered Saiyan from leaving the cabin; Edesha's irritation was going to siphon out after seeing the captive. He might even get a laugh or two. That, however, was not going to stop Edesha from lecturing Goten later.

ooOoOoOoo

His mouth felt as if he had tried to eat Mr. Elite. Goten rolled onto his back and, pressing his palm to his forehead, let out a pitiful groan. He called for the lights and let out another groan when the glow hit his eyes as if it were a hammer. Almost blind, he blinked at the clock above the door and deciphered that he had woken up just in time for dinner.

"Goddamnit," he muttered, "never drinking again." That was not true, of course, and he knew that even before uttering the words.

He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. His backside still pained him, but the visit there ended successfully, without serious trauma. He headed for the kitchens, but wasn't certain whether he would be able to eat anything. A mug of tea or just water seemed to be a much better idea than solid food.

For some reason, it was very lively in the canteen. Laughter and excited conversations would break out here and there. It was mostly Saiyans, though, who were so energetic. Humans seemed wary and surprised at their loud voices and guffaws. Suspicious, Goten eyed the mugs in his crew mates' hands. Even Reyn was drinking something that looked like his usual coffee. Curious, Goten approached him and took hold of his mug. Thinking that he wanted him to share, the flight officer let him. He pulled it away when Goten sniffed at the coffee.

"You know, I am afraid to even ask what you're celebrating," Goten muttered, lifting his eyes and casting another look around the milling people.

"Then don't."

Goten gave him a look and Reyn shrugged. "Don't sweat it. It's just an occasion to get drunk. Anything would do. I think fixing the washing machine will result in a grand celebration, too."

"Yeah…" Goten drawled. He leaned against the wall next to the flight officer. His eyes set on Adriel, who was angrily explaining something to Sildara, waving his hands about. "What's with those two?"

"Just another fight."

"What this time?"

"This morning Sildara caught Adriel peeping at the Human women in the showers."

"Why is Sildara the one being shouted at, then?"

Reyn sipped his enhanced coffee and shrugged. "Adriel," he said, as if that explained everything.

"I'd probably kill him if he were my boyfriend."

"Well," Reyn sighed, "he could never be your boyfriend, so you don't need to worry about that."

Goten wondered why the flight officer said that, then decided that it was pretty obvious that men similar to Adriel were just too unpredictable and too intense for him. He preferred stability over everything. If he had any say in it, he would never choose Adriel for a partner. On the other hand, things just happened. Like him constantly thinking about that damn purple-haired bastard.

Reyn grunted in surprise when the other third-class swiped the mug out of his fingers and, in two gulps, emptied it. "Can you get some more of the stuff?" he asked, pushing it back into Reyn's hand.

The flight officer nodded and went to replenish his supplies. He returned in a few minutes with two mugs and held one out for Goten, who grabbed it with the grace of a man dying of thirst. They stood side by side, drinking quietly, and it was some time later before Goten noticed that Reyn was gone. The spat between Adriel and Sildara seemed to finally be over and Goten went to greet them. He was met with cheers and congratulations on both his birthday and his loss of virginity. Goten didn't care enough to correct them.

"Has Reyn gone to sleep already?" he asked Adriel.

The navigator shook his head and pointed somewhere further in the canteen. Goten's eyes followed the motion to settle on Reyn's back. He was talking to someone, but Goten couldn't identify who it was since the flight officer stood in front of his companion, covering most of him.

Adriel took a better look at who was protruding from behind Reyn. "I think it's the same guy who has been complaining about Jadenas and the twins having no shame."

Goten blinked at him. "Huh?"

"He doesn't like them having sex and he likes the noise that comes out of it even less," Adriel explained generously. "I wonder what Reyn could be talking to him about… He's kinda tipsy." He watched the scene at the other end of the canteen uncertainly. "He gets quarrelsome when drunk. Maybe you should check it out?"

"Ah." A nagging suspicion settled in the pit of Goten's stomach and, hastily, he started making his way to the two. Just as he had guessed, it was the same man who had seen them making out in the showers. Reyn's voice was just above a hiss, but the menacing vehemence behind it was unmistakable.

"…the wrong way and I'll shove my boot up your ass."

The Human snarled in anger. "Stop threatening me or I'll complain! I doubt you'll like standing in front of Military Tribunal! The protocol…"

"I'll fuck you like I fuck protocol," Reyn promised with a lethal smile, wrapping his right arm around the Human's shoulders and squeezing. He saluted his captive with his mug of coffee, and it became clear to Goten that Adriel had been absolutely right – Reyn was going to eat the Earthling alive.

"Oh, here you are," Goten chirped cheerfully, wrapping his arm around Reyn's shoulders so that now the three of them made a chain. "Getting along just fine, I see."

"Oh, yeah," Reyn confirmed. "We've become inseparable buddies." Taking a sip from his mug, he gripped the Human's shoulders even firmer, making him let out a sharp squeak. It came to Goten that the conflict was similar to what he had experienced when he first set foot on Starcut – once tipsy, Reyn started flinging sexual insults and threats. Goten wondered whether this was how his sexual frustration showed. On the other hand, except for those few times with Reyn, he knew close to nothing about the other man's sexual life. This wasn't fair since Reyn knew everything about his.

Goten started to pout. "Now, that makes me jealous," he complained to both the Earthling and Reyn. His hand slid off the flight officer's shoulders to wrap snuggly around his waist. The other third-class gave Goten a funny look, opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and closed it again. In any case, Goten's diversion worked – Reyn's interest in the Human visibly dwindled.

"If you think that you can…" the Earthling started saying, not wanting to give up so easily. He trailed off at the sight of a blue ki-ball appearing in Goten's palm. The Saiyan didn't say a word, but there was something about him indicating that he would indeed launch it at him if he didn't keep his mouth shut.

The sudden absence of the warmth on his waist made Reyn's eyes follow Goten's arm. He was in time to see the ki-ball disappear. "Why don't you piss off and mind your own business?" the flight officer suggested to the Human, tightening his hold over the fragile shoulders again to be more convincing. This time it worked and the Earthling, with one last defiant glare at Reyn, sauntered away.

He would probably report Reyn to the captain, but Goten didn't think that it would have any consequences at all. If anything, it would only make Reyn less tolerant of Humans. Goten turned his head to look at Reyn when the older man's hand dove into his hair and settled there. It didn't tug, didn't stroke, just rested there, feeling his scalp. The other third-class was sipping the last drops of his enhanced coffee, the look on his face moody.

When Goten tugged the flight officer forward and started leading him in the direction of the door, he followed Goten without questioning; he probably felt he had overdone it with the Human. On their way, Reyn set his empty mug on one of the tables they were passing. From across the canteen, Adriel saluted Goten with his drink and soundlessly mouthed something out the third-class didn't understand.

The half-lit corridor was almost empty, only a few Earthlings walking by. It occurred to Goten that, past getting Reyn away from the annoying Human, he didn't know where he intended to take him. After a short thought, he settled on his and Edesha's cabin. It was probably not a very good idea since he knew that Derek was probably all alone in Reyn's cabin but, on the other hand, Reyn could use some time to get the alcohol out of his system.

Once inside, they settled on Goten's bed and the third-class was instantly engulfed by the previous night's memories. His face flushed brilliant red. Reyn gave him a questioning look, then caught on and chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Goten's waist and tickled his side playfully. The younger male wasn't ticklish there, but Reyn accidentally brushed over his tail, which was still firmly wrapped around his waist, and the touch made him feel warm.

"Uh-oh," Reyn chuckled at the intense look in Goten's eyes. "Someone wants it badly." When the younger man leaned in, he opened his mouth to meet Goten's. The younger man's hands rounded his shoulders, rubbing them, trying to bring him closer.

Wet, smacking, and slurping sounds filled the cabin. Goten didn't particularly like kissing. No, it wasn't that he didn't like kissing. After having practiced on the base, he had grown to love it, in fact. It was just that Ranvera had informed him that he wasn't particularly good at it. He believed that he got a better deal out of kissing while his partners had to put up with his half-assed skill. He liked Reyn's kisses, too – they made him hot and needy, but he wondered what Reyn thought of his.

Goten's hands left Reyn's shoulders and wandered down to his chest. Circling and stroking, they tried to feel Reyn through the fabric of his uniform. Goten's mouth trailed a set of kisses down the other man's jaw then, with his cheek, he nudged the flight officer's head to the side to get better access to the muscular column of his neck. Sucking lightly, he set on unbuttoning the older man's jacket.

Reyn helped Goten to get the jacket off him, then hummed in appreciation when the other third-class splayed out his warm palms on his bare chest. Goten's hands slid over his chest and sides, massaging, stroking. Goten was impatient. He was already hard, his cock tenting his trousers. He was probably leaking, too. Eager, he grasped Reyn's belt and undid the loop with one precise tug. He wanted to rub himself against the flight officer, against all of his skin. He wanted Reyn badly. If he ever got to fuck Reyn, it was now. He expected that the alcohol in his system would make the other man more compliant.

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When his orgasm was over, dizzily, he continued rocking against Reyn, stroking his thighs, still high in the aftermath. It had been amazing. Utterly, shockingly delicious. He was already softening, though, his cock now useless. Awkward, he wetted his dry lips with his tongue when Reyn didn't move, staying just like that, staring at him with hungry eyes, with his legs spread.

This chapter has two sex scenes. Because of FanFiction net policy I had to remove or alter them. 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.

By the end of his earnest labor Goten worked out that once he had the pattern down, he would probably be able to apply it successfully on any other man. Amused at the thought, he wondered what other man he would blow; it was not as if he had a wide range of choice. He was taken aback when, in his head, blue eyes flashed at him unexpectedly. They were followed by a purple blob of hair. Forgetting what he was doing, Goten choked on Reyn's sperm.

Damn.

Coughing, Goten looked around for the box of tissues. He pulled out a few sheets and, guiltily, started wiping his face. All this time he had been trying to avoid confronting this. He was gaining experience in sex and loving it. It was all well and good, but the thing that worried him was the accompanying sense of wicked achievement. He kept thinking that, if he met the prince now, it would be a little different. He didn't know how exactly, but now he wouldn't seem like a complete hick anymore. The prince liked to feel wiser, more experienced, liked lecturing and teasing him. Now the extent of his power and influence over him wouldn't be so big.

Another thing that bothered Goten more than he would have liked to admit was Reyn's age. The man was older than him by ten years and it was only natural that, unconsciously, the flight officer felt protective or even tried to patronize him. He didn't particularly mind being coddled, but some aspects of this behavior reminded him of the prince all too well. He didn't think anyone could beat the prince's self-confidence, teasing, or lecturing, but he glimpsed all of those things in Reyn. It also made him wonder if these traits really were so visible in Reyn or whether it was him who was specially looking for them in other men. If it was the latter, he was pretty much screwed. He hadn't paid much attention to assertive men before. To think that his preferences had changed after meeting the prince… It was better not to think, after all.

ooOoOoOoo

The next morning, Goten woke up to something touching his nape. Sleepily, he batted backwards with his hand at the disturbance. He heard a soft chuckle behind his back and recognized it as Reyn's. The flight officer's mouth descended on his nape again. Goten sighed contently at the contact and lowered his head to bare more skin to the pleasant treatment. Slowly, the awareness of the cabin filled him: he was in his bed with Reyn. He was naked under the cover, probably just as the flight officer was. They must have slept through the night. The thing that surprised Goten was how warm and safe he felt.

The flight officer's tongue washed Goten's skin, leaving a wet trail on the side of the younger man's neck. "Are you in the mood for a quickie?" Reyn asked when Goten murmured in appreciation. His hips pressed to Goten's backside suggestively to give the other man a taste of his morning erection. He felt a pang of peculiar discontentment after having noticed that the hickey on the side of Goten's neck had almost faded already.

They were indeed naked. Without much thought, Goten moved his legs forward, presenting himself to the older man and giving him all the access he needed. The hard length started rubbing itself between his buttocks lewdly. Even so, Goten couldn't help chuckling.

"Are we going to take turns?"

Reyn laughed at first, then gave this some thought. "Hmm… Is that a problem?"

"I'd rather toss a coin," Goten said honestly. "This is somehow…childish." It had taken him no time to realize that Reyn preferred topping to bottoming. There was no big difference to Goten, at least in so far as he could tell from his limited experience: he had liked taking Reyn more, but he had come just as hard with Reyn inside him. Nevertheless, he neither wanted to give in nor yearned to dominate the other man completely. Neither was going to work in the first place. He knew, however, that this would make him self-conscious next time it was his turn to do Reyn.

"A coin it is, then," Reyn agreed, pulling himself away from Goten. "Even though, personally, I find this no less childish. Should I get one now?"

"There's a limit to how stupid y-," Goten started saying, turning around, then trailed off at the grin on Reyn's face. The man was just teasing him. Goten flopped back onto his side to face the wall again. "Bastard. Just get on with it!"

"Hey, don't make it sound like you're doing a chore; I know you like it."

"Do you?"

Reyn liked a challenge and Goten was a challenge if he ever saw one. He knew Goten probably hadn't gotten a lot of pleasure from their first time, but he was going to remedy that. He was most likely still sore down there as well, but it should be alright if he handled it carefully. Besides, the more frequently they did it, the faster Goten would get used to it.

"I will make you whimper and cream yourself like a little girl," he whispered, catching Goten's earlobe and sucking on it.

Goten shivered, his eyes widening in surprise. "I don't think little girls do that."

Reyn chuckled. "Shows what you know."

Goten pouted at the wall, but whatever smart ass comments he had at the ready flew out of his head when Reyn's hand gripped him at the front and, at the same time, a hard rod was pressed against his backside again.

"Hey, you…" Reyn quieted when Goten crawled over him and got out of the bed.

"Toilets."

The flight officer nodded. He watched Goten sway lightly on his feet while he was grabbing his garments off the floor. Damn, he had not expected it to be so good with the other third-class. No matter what all those stupid tests and reports showed, they were really compatible, after all. He thought that his next goal could be to fuck Goten to the point where his knees buckled.

"You okay?"

Goten's laughter was strained. "I think there will be a disaster if I don't get to the toilets in twenty seconds."

TBC