Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Addictions ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Addictions

Rated: NC17

Pairing: Gohan/Trunks

Pairing Hints: Goten/Trunks, Videl/Gohan, Videl/Trunks, hints of Videl/Goten

Warnings: S&M, Gohan torture, drug usage, yaoi, depression, attempted suicide, no incest by some strange miracle… *blink*

Summary: When Videl and Gohan's marriage begins to fall apart, Trunks sees his chance to jump in and take what he's always wanted… but there's a small problem. What caused the marriage to crumble, and will Goten and Videl just stand by and watch their loves be taken away?

Inspired by: Hope is just a terrible desire, like an addiction. When the drug looses its effect, comes back ten times worse. He knew it, still kept deceiving himself, and hoping his life would be better somehow. He was wrong and the truth hurt him even worse. Hope was only an illusion, a drug, and he'd had enough of it. In the end, he simply gave up. (Twisted Mourning by Karen! Thanks JJ, for pointing that out!)

(Flashback…)

Chin resting on the windowsill, cloudy azure eyes stalked an almost still figure, seeing every subtle movements. A wet tongue darted out, moistening dry, hungry lips. Trunks sighed softly, a faint smile tracing his lips. It was far past midnight. He stood outside the Son household… or more specifically, Son Gohan's bedroom window. His body was limp - excluding one specific part - and hazy with drugs and liquor from his night on the town.

For years, he had been watching and admiring Gohan from afar. During all those years, he had silently admired and learned about the older warrior, turning thoughts over and over in his mind, dreaming about things that could never be. Only a few years ago had he realized what all of this meant. He was gay - homosexual… whatever all that gibberish meant. Goten had muttered the words in embarrassment, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bruised. Trunks had merely shrugged after the comment. Nothing mattered but the young warrior in this bedroom… the sultry warrior that had his back arched, hands running up and down a lubed shaft.

Trunks had forgotten why he'd come here. He was fairly sure his excuse had been school related… but actually, it would have just been an excuse, and now that he thought about it, as the drugs slowly wore off in his system, it wouldn't have made much sense for Trunks to come running to Gohan for help on his math homework at three in the morning.

It had been like this for years. Trunks searched for any excuse to see Gohan, and when the two of them were together, everything was perfect. Goten didn't lurk in the background, waiting to claim his unwilling mate. Trunks was a peace when he was around Gohan. In silence, he could just stare at the strong demi-Saiyajin's features and daydream about those pale lips against his skin, biting on his erect nipples, licking his hardened arousal.

Struggling against a moan that was building in his throat, Trunks only vaguely realized that he was unbuttoning his jeans almost violently. The silver fastens popped off, lost in the blades of grass around his feet. Careless, Trunks panted with need, fisting his harden shaft, struggling to match Gohan's strokes. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the young warrior. Gohan's hips jerked up to meet his fist with each movement. His head was buried back against dark gray pillows. The bedspread was balled up, covers tossed on the floor in favor of the coolness of the room. Gohan's lips were parted as he panted for breath.

It wasn't the first time Trunks had lurked outside Gohan's bedroom, and this wouldn't be the last. The first time had been by accident. He and Goten had been stumbling home, bruised and bloody from spars, and just a tad bit drunk from their first taste of alcohol. Trunks had helped Goten sneak into his bedroom, and he had stumbled by Gohan's window… and had heard the darker demi moaning his name.

Moaning for Trunks…

It had only occurred once, but Trunks knew it hadn't been his imagination. Many times afterwards, he'd peered through Gohan's window, wanting to hear the elder warrior whisper for him, dream about him, but it had only happened once. Through these nights, though, Trunks had learned much about Gohan. His relationship with Videl was rough and rocky… and Gohan was quite a pervert. Bondage magazines that the scholar had stolen from supermarkets were hidden in a shoebox on the top shelf of his closet, behind his Saiyaman outfit… along with a few other items that the eldest son of Gokou had picked up from various places.

What had amazed Trunks the most was the variety of Gohan's sick and twisted fantasies. During these late nights that had spanned over months, there was hardly a name that Gohan had not moaned on the verge of climax. Piccolo was the most common one, Videl used on rare occasions when things were good between the two peers, but, though rare, even the names of Vejita, Gokou, and Bulma had been moaned with a purr.

Gohan was a sick and kinky bastard.

Of course, Gohan would never admit this, nor did he even realize it. Trunks doubted the young scholar would ever. A whimper was building in his throat as he watched Gohan's nails rake across the broad and muscular chest. Despite years without training, Gohan had never lost his build or ruggedness. Saiyajin blood wouldn't allow a warrior to fall out of shape. During late nights, when Gohan couldn't sleep, he would do small exercises, though they would hardly quality as training.

You could take the Saiyajin out of the violence, but not the violence out of the Saiyajin.

Blood pooled around Gohan's hand, coating the palm in the sticky scarlet. It dripped across pale skin, staining the flesh. Gohan hissed in pain, rubbing his hand in the growing amount of fluid, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Trunks stifled a whimper as the blood-coated hand snaked down, playing briefly in the dark spikes of hair that surrounded the aching manhood before slipping down, occupying the area the cleaner hand had been covering.

The shaft was soaked red in moments, pearls of white causing the shades of red to lighten. Droplets began to escape Trunks' arousal as he felt himself trembling, unable to contain the need that was threatening to explode inside of him. His free hand pressed against the wall of the small house, teeth piercing his bottom lip. He gasped as he collapsed on his knees with a small cry of pleasure, seed spilling down on the grass, soaking his hands. He sighed in relief, gasping for breath, eyes darting up to the window, terrified that Gohan had heard his verbal slip. A long moment passed, and nothing came. With a relieved smile, Trunks turned, leaning back against the wall and letting his heart slow, his breathing return to normalcy, still soaked hand resting atop one knee, the cooling liquid dripping from his fingers.

"Trunks, is that you?"

His entire body tensed as he heard Goten's voice. That sound had become the bane of his existence. Each time he heard the demi speak, a disgusted shiver would rush down his spine. Cold cerulean eyes slowly drifted to the window that sat just a few feet from Gohan's. The brothers had bedrooms right next to one another. Goten was leaning out the window, a bright smile on his face. "I knew it was you!" he exclaimed in an excited whisper, jumping out the window and rushing to kneel at his prince's side. "I can feel your ki anywhere."

Trunks mentally cursed. He'd forgotten how in tune Goten was with his energy. Even the subtlest changes were noted with the younger demi. Bulma had called it romantic. Trunks called it a sick obsession. Large onyx eyes wondered down Trunks' half-nude state, eyes widening at the scent of sex and the faint traces of blood. Lips were licked hungrily. "Trunks… you could have just knocked."

"I… didn't want to wake you," Trunks whispered, feigning a smile. Goten chuckled softly, leaning forward to claim the prince's soft lips. Trunks pressed himself against Gohan's wall, trying to avoid the kiss at all costs, but there was little he could do. Even though his disgust with Goten grew on a daily basis, he never said no to Goten. He never initiated the sex, but the younger demi only assumed it was out of shyness. Trunks pulled back, panting for breath, still being rocked by the force of his orgasm. He winced as Goten's hand encircled the still moist shaft, stroking it, trying to taunt it back to life. "Go-ten," Trunks whimpered, turning his head aside. "Your brother's right inside… we'll wake him." It seemed like a logical excuse.

"Gohan's a hard sleeper," Goten purred, leaning forward and wrapping his free arm around Trunks' shoulder, tugging the lithe body against his. Trunks turned away as he was pulled forward, but only succeeded in getting his backside pressed against Goten's hardness, the hand still stroking his limpness. "I want you, Trunks," Goten whispered, tongue running alone the sensitive skin of Trunks' neck. Immediately, terrified of being claimed, Trunks jerked forward against the wall, presenting his rear for Goten. Being fucked was better than being marked. He had to remain free for Gohan. He was willing to pay the price of pain.

Goten's hands kneading his pale flesh, spreading apart the skin. Trunks bit down on the flesh inside his mouth, eyes roaming up to the windowsill. His back arched as he felt the head of Goten's shaft pressing into his tight entrance, slowly being pushed deeper, stretching him. Tears began to stain the prince's eyes. All he could do was pant for breath.

Hand grasping the windowsill, Trunks glanced inside, his breath catching his throat as he saw Gohan sitting up in his bed, a fold-out magazine spread across the end of the bed. A lubed hand was stroking the still crimson-stained shaft. Pale cheeks were flushed, breath was coming in pants. Gohan's knees were bent beneath him, folded on either side. It didn't seem like a comfortable position, but each thrust of the darker demi-Saiyajin's hips must have numbed the vague pain of his spread thighs. It was then that Trunks noticed what was lurking beneath Gohan's rear, the end of something thick and plastic. Azure eyes widened as he felt Goten strike the bundle of nerves deep within him. Hissing a curse, Trunks rested his forehead against the coolness of the wall. "Again…"

~*~

Over the quiet hum of the microwave, Gohan heard the doorbell ring. He scowled, staring down at the TV dinner that turned within, growing hotter with each second as it was nuked. With a sigh, he brushed at the oversized jade shirt he wore and left the kitchen, heading towards the foyer. With an annoyed glare, he opened the door. Gohan's eyes grew wide as he saw Trunks' young secretary standing there, two boxes sitting at her feet. She popped her wad of chewing gum and offered him a friendly smile. "Hiya, there, Dr. Son!" Her voice hurt his ears.

"Uh… hi… Miss…"

"Sakurako! I'm Leiko Sakurako!" She was a bubbly little redhead, large green eyes sparkling with cheerleader qualities. And gods, that voice! Gohan forced a smile. "I assume Trunks sent you?"

She offered him a dirty smile. "Of course, Dr. Son, though I wouldn't mind spending a night alone with you." She stepped forward, leaning against the doorframe, large breasts ready to pop out of the low-cut and far too tight blouse. Gohan forced a chuckle, glancing away from her and to the boxes that sat at her feet. "What's this?"

Leiko frowned, glancing down to the boxes in disappointment. "That? Uh… Mr. Briefs sent me to give those to you. He said for you to try on what was inside and that I had to make sure they fit before I returned."

"Fit?" Gohan glanced up at her. Trunks knew all his kinky desires and all that gibberish he had ranted, but he didn't know what size clothes Gohan wore? That seemed quite unlikely. Leaning down, he gathered the boxes and stepped inside, nodding for the secretary to follow. "There's some warm coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself. I'll be right back."

She nodded and winked. "Take your time!"

With a forced chuckle, Gohan turned, rolling his eyes. He escaped down the hallways and stepped into his bedroom, sitting the boxes down on the end of the mattress. With a sigh, he placed aside the smaller box and pulled back the folded flaps of the larger, reaching inside to pull out the articles of clothing.

The squeak of leather caused his hands to halt.

Obsidian eyes wide with disbelief, he grabbed the clothes and jerked them out of the cardboard box, holding up with he held with parted lips. "Oh fuck no…" he whispered, the legs of the pants dropping down to hang just at his knees. Gohan swallowed, turning the cloth around and realizing with a slight paranoia that the leather pants had no backside.

A knock on the bedroom door caused the demi to jump with a gasp. "Dr. Son! I nearly forgot! Don't open the smaller box until in the morning when you get dressed! You haven't opened it yet, haven't you?" There was a small sound of terror in her voice. Gohan cleared his throat. "Uh… no, I haven't. Thank you."

"Have you put on the clothes? I'm dying to see what taste Mr. Briefs has! He wears such boring clothing, but he really seemed eager to get you something nice!"

Gohan's lips parted in a silent whimper. So Trunks did know his size… he just wanted to see how tamed Gohan was. Looking to the door, Gohan's cheeks burned. Why was he putting up with all of this? He should throw that whorish little note-taker out the door on her bubbly behind and send her running to Trunks, telling the damn arrogant prince that Gohan wouldn't be working for him.

"Uh… not yet… give me a moment."

His eyes wondered towards his closet, wondering if he could get away with tossing on one of his nicer suits and pretend that it was what Trunks had sent him. He tossed the leather back in the box and moved to his closet.

"I can't wait, Dr. Son! I swear, Mr. Briefs is so excited about having you come and work at Capsule Corporations with him!" Gohan paused, glancing at the door. "He must have spent, like, hours on the phone with fashion designers. He has, like, another shipment of clothes coming in a few weeks. The outfit he sent you is just for tomorrow. I swear, I've, like, never seen Mr. Briefs this worked up over anything before in, like, my entire life!"

Gohan glanced over to the large box, brows narrowed. So this was just some part of Trunks' master plan. There was little doubt in Gohan's mind that Trunks had thought this through, and whatever was in the little box was probably the prince's solution to anything Gohan could think to do. Of course, Trunks had probably considered the possibility that Gohan would open the box before tomorrow…

This was such a pain…

What Trunks had probably not considered was the idea that Gohan would go through with this… play the game and win by following the rules. A small devious grin crossed the demi-Saiyajin's features. Trunks might be powerful, have influence all across the country, but he could never outsmart Gohan. Stalking across the bedroom, Gohan yanked off his clothes, and hurried as he pulled on the leather backless pants. He bit down on his bottom lip as the leather brushed against his skin. Gohan was forced to push down his semi-hardness to pull the leather up around his waist. The leather strap in the back settled between his buttocks, the front outlining every inch of his growing arousal.

Shaking his head, Gohan reached into the box, pulling out the silk black vest and tugging it over his shoulders, not bothering with the buttons. Still within that box rested leather boots and a chain belt, but he wasn't going to bother. The pants were enough, and the shirt was just for his own sanity. Without considering just how foolish this all was, and how badly it would backfire, Gohan yanked open the bedroom door and flashed the girl a kinky grin. "So, love, what do you think?" He stepped back, spinning around, arms outstretched and head bowed like a crucified angel.

He'd be crucified soon enough.

Leiko's bubbly expression vanished as her eyes narrowed. "You… oh Kami! You sick pervert!" She spun around and darted out of the house, the front door slamming behind her.

Gohan stared blankly at the empty hallway for a long moment before shrugging and yanking off the silk shirt. He tossed it in the box and sat down on the edge, gathering the smaller one in his lap and yanking it open. He paused as he saw a folded slip of paper setting atop another box, his name scrawled in Trunks' barely readable handwriting. Grabbing the sheet of stationery, Gohan yanked it open and skimmed the words.

`To my newest pet,

Did Leiko enjoy the sight as much as I will?

Until tomorrow,

Your master.'

Gohan stared at the words, reading them a million times over, his lips parted in a permanent expression of horrified shock.

"FUCK!"

~*~

(Flashback…)

"Should I be jealous, Trunks?" Lashes were batted as the words were spoken in a husky whisper. Azure eyes glared back, rage behind them, but Goten didn't sense the anger. He never did. The glares were common, and he merely associated them with Trunks. After all, the demi prince had grown up with Vejita. Subtle anger was just who Trunks was. `Of course you should,' Trunks thought, but the words never left his lips. Goten crawled up over the desk, a purr rumbling deep in his chest. He looked like a damn lion and it disgusted Trunks.

Gohan's wedding had been yesterday. It had been a beautiful ceremony. Flowers had lined the walls; Videl's dress had been the perfect shade of white, low-cut, with lace sleeves. She'd had tulips in her bouquet, and daisies had decorated her short black hair. The brightest smile had traced her painted pink lips. No one but Goten - and of course Trunks - had realized that Videl and Gohan were pregnant. Goten had learned by accidentally reading Videl's diary, and of course he'd immediately gone and told his lover.

There were advantages to this unwillingly relationship, Trunks had realized.

Trunks stared into Goten's black eyes with a scowl on his lips, watching the lust-filled demi approach him suggestively. He was sick to his stomach. Everything he had struggled for, all his plotting and strategies had gone to waste. Gohan was out of his reach, and here sat Goten, approaching him like Trunks was prey. Disgust engulfing him, Trunks rose to his feet, darting across the room and circling the bar, grabbing a bottle and ripping off the cap, downing as much as his mouth could hold before breath became an issue. Panting, he slung the bottle across the office, snarling at the demi. "Fuck you, Goten! GET OUT!"

Sitting on the desk, Goten sighed. "I know how you feel, Trunks! I do! I love Gohan too, but he refused to believe what we told him! Videl has him wrapped around her little pinky!"

The two had struggled with every ounce of their being to convince Gohan what they knew. Videl's pregnancy, though, was the final say in the manner. Gohan refused to have a bastard child. He would take care of his baby, and Videl. Even Goten's pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Gohan had yelled at them, telling them to shut up, and Trunks had felt his heart breaking with every word that was snarled by the elder, darker demi.

`I don't give a fuck what you think! Videl's having my baby! I love her!'

He didn't love Videl. He loved the baby growing inside her stomach. Those two phrases had never once been separated, and Trunks knew that Gohan was trying to convince himself as well as his little brother and Trunks. Nothing would come from this but pain… but that was what Saiyajin's lived for. Trunks saw Goten jump as the bottle crashed, liquor spilling across the floorboards. Silence engulfed the room as the prince trembled with rage and sorrow. Everything had fallen apart with a mere `I do.'

Trunks turned, reaching into one of the cabinets, and grabbed a vile that he hadn't used in months. He struggled not to sob as he ripped out the plug. The white powder spilled across the counter as his hands shook. "Trunks… no!" Goten exclaimed, jumping up from the desk to almost appear at Trunks' side. The prince spun with a snarl, knocking Goten back. "Get the fuck away from me, damn it!" he hissed, watching his lover fly across the office, crashing into a small table. The lamp atop crashed to the ground, shattering, cutting Goten's hands as he settled on the floor, head spinning.

Smirking, Trunks emptied half the vile in his hand. Saiyajin lived for pain… and Trunks vowed to cause as much pain as possible to Videl. If he couldn't have Gohan… he wouldn't let anyone.

To Be Continued…