Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Addictions ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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)

Standing in front of the freezer door, head resting against the cool surface of the inside of the door, Gohan stood. It was late afternoon, and though the room was air conditioned, he couldn't stop sweating. The frozen icy temperatures of the icebox blew against his flushed face, offering his hot blood some release. Son Gohan was clothed only in a pair of loose dark boxers he had found stuffed into the bottom of his hurriedly packed suitcase. To this moment, he wasn't really sure why he had packed anything. With the two had arrived in the apartment, it had already been furnished with any and all types of clothes that they would require.

"Damn it, Gohan, turn the fucking air up," came a snarl from behind him, causing the darker demi to spin, eyes wide. Trunks stalked into the kitchen, shoving him away from the refrigerator and opening the bottom section. Shivering now, Gohan watched as Trunks yanked out a soft drink. As if realizing he was being watched, Trunks slowly paused. With a smirk on his lips, his head craned around to glance at the young scholar. There was a mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. Long locks of lavender fell across his shoulders, half hiding his face in shadows. "Gohan…" the royal demi purred, raising the small can. "Would you care for one?"

Lips dry, and cheeks flushed, Gohan could only stare, blinking. Trunks chuckled, shutting the fridge door and glancing forward. "Ice with that?"

Swallowing, Gohan rushed across the kitchen, leaning over the counter across the room. He could feel the smooth, cool surface against the skin of his arms, and he only faintly realized that it wasn't that the room was unnaturally hot, but that their own blood was running hot. He sighed, burying his head in his hands. He needed to get out of here before he lost his mind. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why he had never felt this way after a night with Videl.

A sharp coldness brushed against his inner thigh suddenly. Gohan jumped with a squeak, spinning and striking the cause of that sensation. Trunks barely blinked as the fist connected with his nose. Droplets of melting ice struck the floor as the two stood frozen. Obsidian eyes trailed down to the fist, and the remembrance of the cool sensation left Gohan shivering, his shaft throbbing with need, his blood even hotter than before. This couldn't be real.

Narrowed eyes told Gohan they were real, the waters rough in those seas of blue, and the darker demi was without an oar. He heard Trunks' words, but he didn't understand any of them. A rough hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to spin, shoving him onto his stomach, over the countertop. Rough hands grabbed the edge of his boxers and yanked them down, the same hand slapping his bare flesh a moment later. Gohan jerked against the touch with a yelp, his arousal slamming against the wood surface, sending waves of pain throughout him. With a quiet whimper, he leaned down, his forehead against the cool surface. "Trunks…" he pleaded.

Rubbing the smooth skin in an apologetic motion, Trunks chuckled softly. "Which is it, Gohan?" The hand came down again, skin connecting with skin in a loud slap. Pale flesh turned a beautiful crimson. Leaning over the bent body, Trunks' arousal pressing against a hot thigh, the young demi prince brushed his lips against Gohan's ear. "Which do you want?" Sharp coldness rushed up Gohan's spine as the ice cube was pressed against his puckered entrance. He cried out in surprise, breath catching in his throat.

Droplets of icy water slid down his inner thighs. Spots of white appeared in his vision. He couldn't scream for release or help, and he wasn't completely sure he wanted to. The warmth of Trunks' hands left cold shivers across his body. "The pain?" The hand snapped down on his skin again, causing Gohan to jerk, only to swallow the cube against his anus. Cries left his throat, leaving him hoarse and breathless, but it all faded as a hand circled his arousal and slowly stroked, causing the waves of madness to pause for a patient, calming breath. "Or the pleasure?"

How was it possible to answer that question, when he secretly wanted both? Gohan could only sob softly, his nails digging into the cool surface of the countertop, breaking the hardness and savoring the quiet cracking that he caused. It was moments like this, when he possessed some form power, that the fear overwhelmed him the most. Power had caused death in his life, and he wanted none of it. "Trunks!" he cried, feeling water dripping from his ass, sliding down the backs of his legs as the cube finally melted away.

Again, a hand cracked down over his firm buttocks before the head of Trunks' arousal pressed against Gohan's rear. "Or do you want me to decide?"

Gohan was silent as the length slid in, the water a poor substitute for lube. Warm hands kneaded his butt cheeks, pulling Gohan's backside against the length. Quiet whimpers escaped moist lips as Gohan folded his arms, burying his head in them and savoring the darkness that surrounded him. Did anything really matter anymore? Trunks' hand again circled his arousal, stroking it in time with the patient thrusts. Sanity, pride, hope… it was all lost to Gohan.

Had he ever really had it?

Loud moans left Trunks as he pounded away, leaving Gohan shuddering and trembling, tears cascading down his cheeks before dropping down and staining the cracked surface of the countertop. Hips met fleshy globes with each jerk, nerves being struck inside the darker demi.

Gohan sobbed quietly as he was filled with Trunks' essence, and felt his own staining the cabinet doors. Why was everything so fucked up?

Why didn't he want things to go back to the way they had been?

~*~

(Flashback…)

Hugging the sobbing Videl, Gohan felt lost. He had stopped caring years ago that everyone in the world knew his marriage might as well have ended, and the fact that Trunks and Vejita were standing in the room, watching the chaotic clouds lurk over his life no longer mattered. "Please, Videl, speak to me," Gohan begged, running his fingers through the long, black locks. A few months ago, she had begun letting her hair grow out again. It brushed her shoulders now. "I know the miscarriage hurt you, but the doctor said we could try again."

"NO!" Videl screamed, ripping herself from him to stand in the center of the room. "We will never have children, Son Gohan!"

Across the room, leaning against the doorframe, Vejita watched the scene, somewhat amused by the situation. The very moment he had learned about their relationship, Vejita had known it was doomed to fail. Gohan's inner Saiyajin would never permit him to be with such an unworthy ningen. Vejita was with Bulma because of her Saiyajin-like pride, her stubborn attitude that made him laugh. Chichi and Gokou had been successful only because of Gokou's many absences. She was a worthy mother of demi-Saiyajin, and therefore the dim-witted warrior put up with the woman. Videl, however, only mocked what lurked inside of Gohan. It couldn't last forever. There wasn't a chance in hell.

That wasn't what was causing Vejita such amusement, however. What kept the smile on his face was the cocky pride that twinkled in Trunks' eyes. The demi prince stood against the far wall, arms folded over his chest, hair brushing against his brow as he watched with a firm frown on his lips. Vejita could read the boy easily, however. The manner that he stood, the narrowed gaze, the frozen stillness of his persona… everything about him read victory.

Trunks was responsible for this… somehow.

Vejita struggled not to laugh as Videl rushed forward and slapped Gohan. The dark demi barely felt the attack, but made a show of rubbing his cheek. Videl was quite aware of it, and it seemed to enrage her more. "You don't understand, do you, Gohan? I won't have a freak child!" Videl turned and fled from the room, passing right by Trunks as she ran. The lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin barley glanced her way as she fled.

Long moments of silence passed before Gohan finally stood, nodding to Vejita. "I apologize…"

"Get out, brat," Vejita growled lowly. He watched the boy twitch slightly before turning and leaving through another door. Left alone finally, Vejita's gaze shifted to his son. Trunks was already staring at him. "Don't think I don't know what's going on here, boy," Vejita smirked, seeing his son swallow nervously.

Rising from the wall, he paced across the room and halted in front of Trunks. Azure eyes were wide with fear as they gazed into angry obsidian. "Do as you please, boy, but you better not cross any lines."

With a huff, Vejita spun and stormed out of the room. Trunks stood motionless for long moments, hearing the worlds echo in his mind, but what Vejita didn't realize was that any and all lines had already been crossed. Turning, Trunks followed Videl, using his ki senses . Without much effort, he found Videl in the gardens, sitting next to a running fountain, crying her eyes out.

Sighing, he sat down across from the young woman. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should have just stayed out of it."

Videl shook her head, offering him a forced smile. "No, Trunks, you were right. Gohan and I weren't meant to be together, and I'm glad you made me realize this." She slid forward, reaching out and rapping her arms around his neck. Trunks stiffened as he felt her body press against him, her lips against his neck. "I understand, Trunks. You always knew Gohan and I didn't belong together, and you were so right."

A hand groped his bulging pants. Trunks' breath caught in his throat. Videl giggled softly, almost schoolgirl-like, as if the scene between her and her husband had never occurred. Lips brushed against lips, and finally Trunks sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his laps with a faint chuckle.

There was one more line to be crossed.

~*~

Sick… it dripped from every pore of his body. His stomach was in knots, and every joint of his being throbbed with stiff pain. The water that filled the tub had been hotter than the fires of hell, making his already scorching body temperature rise so high that cold water against his skin would have turned to steam on contact.

Since dawn, Gohan had been soaking in the tub. The water was finally growing cold, making him shiver, but he didn't move. The twisting circles his stomach was turning refused to permit it. Every movement caused waves of dizziness through his mind, causing his vision to go white. The sun was high in the heavens now, though dark clouds hit its golden light, and it was only a matter of time before Trunks finally woke.

Gohan slid up in the tub, grabbing a damp washcloth that hung over the edge. After soaking it in the cooling liquid for a few moments, he pressed the soft cloth against his eyes with a heavy sigh. Leaning forward, his elbows pressed against his knees, Gohan struggled not to let himself cry. Enough tears had been shed, and he was sick of it all. There was nothing left in his pathetic existence, and he was ready for it all to end.

The cool cloth fell from his grasp, splattering in the water between his parted legs. Obsidian eyes searched the pale whiteness of the tub only to inevitably land on the razor blade that was perched atop the bar of soap on the edge. A pasty hand darted out and circled the object, breaking it easily in a vice grip. The plastic shattered and was allowed to fall from the fist into the water, leaving only the sharp dark blade clashing against pale skin.

He should have done this years ago, immediately after the death of his father. He had come so close, but had never had the true courage to face what truly laid in actual death. With the Dragon Balls, Gohan had never learned the true meaning of death, not as humans knew it. He had never known the true pain of loss. Some part of his childhood-self had known Gokou would not remain dead forever, and therefore had never mourned the loss.

It was finally time to learn.

Leaning back, his head fallen over the edge, the demi-Saiyajin brought the blade down across his wrist, moaning at the familiar, relieving sting. Droplets of blood fell into the bathwater, staining the clear purity with crimson shades, mixing and mingling, merging to become one. Gohan slid lower into the bath, eyelids closing, lashes fanning flushed cheeks. The world began to shrink around him as the blade was pressed harder, slicing veins beneath the skin. Blood flew more freely, and the water grew darker.

Yawning, Trunks faintly chuckled to himself as he saw the light shinning through the bathroom door. He could smell freshly used soap and could almost feel the fading steam against his heated flesh. He stepped across the hallway and pushed open the door, prepared to greet Gohan with a bright, warm smile… maybe a harsh grope, and more certainly, more ice cubes.

Azure eyes widened as they fell upon the limp, unconscious body. The head was turned away from Trunks, a bloody hand hanging over the rim of the tub, and a stained blade floating in a small pool of blood on the tiles, fallen from that lifeless, pale hand.

Fear wasn't a strong enough word for the emotion that raced through Trunks' every pore. Pure terror, utter loneliness, horror beyond any comprehension caused the hot blood that rushed through his veins to freeze. Lips parted with disbelief, leaving his mouth dry as he struggled to find words, to recall his lover's name, to learn how to pray to his powerless, cruel god. This couldn't be as it appeared. Gohan… this was his sick idea of a practical joke, a way to get revenge for Trunks' merciless kinkiness during sex. That… that had to be all it was.

"G-Go-Gohan… g-et out of there," he pleaded with a desperate tone, slowly walking towards the limp figure. "G-Gohan! I said out!" he cried, hands trembling when the body didn't move, when the chest didn't rise and fall with breath. The fingers remained limp and did not curve upward. Gohan's voice didn't sound out, chuckling at Trunks' fear.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed the feminine voice of the morning maid from behind Trunks. The demi-Saiyajin didn't even move as he heard her scream for help.

~*~

"Blood pressure?"

This can't be real…

"His name?"

There should be bright lights…

"Any relatives?"

Singing… happy voices… endless fields…

"Nurse, hurry!"

"Yes, Doctor!"

Their voices are too loud!

"Sir, please! We need room to work! Wait outside!"

Isn't there any peace for the dead?

"I need to be with him!"

That voice… it's so…

"Get out of my way, whore!"

I know that voice…

"GOHAN!"

Trunks?

"NO! LET ME GO! GOHAN!"

Trunks… please… I… need you…

~*~

(Flashback…)

"I wish you wouldn't do that… stuff," the voice was pale, shaky, and it could only belong to Goten. Trunks turned around from where he stood against the balcony, wiping all traces of the white powder from his nose with the back of his fist. His hand slid down between his legs and groped the morning hardness that lay beneath the thin, silk boxers. "Come over here and suck it, Goten," Trunks growled. Goten remained motionless from where he sat on Trunks' unmade bed, watching his friend with sad eyes. He could have done it, too. At any time, Goten could walk over to Trunks, and suck him off, fuck him madly, and get fucked passionately, but it would never be anything more than a wild orgasm. Trunks would never understand what Goten felt, what he wanted… what he needed.

Trunks raised a brow when Goten remained motionless, but instead shrugged and turned back, leaning over the edge to stare down at the fight below. Videl and Gohan had been screaming at each other for over ten minutes, and there was no sign that it would stop anytime soon. Gohan had even withstood Videl's violent outburst. Long slashes ran down his cheek, blood dripping from the cut. No one had been more shocked than Trunks and Goten when Gohan had returned the blow. Videl had a large bruise forming over right eye from where the darker demi had smacked her.

"They are married, Trunks," Goten muttered. Trunks didn't respond. He rarely did acknowledge facts that did not please him. The young demi was growing sick of it all. For years he had tried to ignore Trunks' lust for Gohan, hoping and praying silently that their love would conquer the sick fascination Trunks had for Goten's elder brother. It was slowly becoming obvious that it would never happen, and with each passing day that reality grew stronger, Goten's depression strengthened as well.

"Can't you just give up, Trunks?"

Azure eyes blinked once, a slight mischievous smile pulling on the inviting lips. Goten knew every smile that Trunks had. Something had been hidden. Goten didn't know what piece was missing from the puzzle, despite the fact it was almost complete. Strings had been pulled, people had been played, and Trunks was closer to what he wanted than anyone, especially Goten, knew.

It faded in a blink of an eye, and a somber frown replaced it. "I'm sorry, Goten," Trunks whispered, leaning forward and kissing the younger demi sweetly. Warmth filled Goten's heart as he leaned against the prince's muscular body. Arms wrapped around Goten, holding him tightly, and the knowledge that it was all Trunks' game vanished with the need to be loved by the man whom he loved. Tears stained black eyes before they were blinked away, and with the feel of their coolness, Trunks pulled back, wiping them away with his thumb. "You're right. I've been chasing dreams, when what I really need is standing right in front of me, ready to please me in any way, to love me like I need to be loved."

Trunks' hardness brushed against Goten's thigh, and the dark-haired demi smiled shyly before blushing. "But… someone…"

"No one will see us all the way up here, I promise," Trunks grinned back.

Swallowing nervously, Goten chuckled and nodded, falling to his knees, hands digging into the soft material of Trunks' boxers and pulling them down as he fell. The fabric brushed over the tip of the prince's arousal, making Trunks shiver with lust. Hands dug into black locks of coarse hair and tugged the head forward. A loud moan escaped his lips as hot wetness surrounded his length and suckled with hesitance.

Lidded cerulean eyes turned over the balcony's edge as the screaming slowly halted. Two sets of wide, black eyes were watching. One feminine set was large with rage, betrayal, and tears, while the second masculine set sharply turned away, cheeks red with embarrassment, hand over his eyes.

Trunks snickered to himself as Goten began sucking harder, head bobbing faster. Soon Gohan would take Goten's place… so very soon…

~*~

Bloodshot eyes stared straight ahead, not noticing the young woman who paused at his side. Lilac hair was stringy from lack of care. Skin was oiling from lack of wash. Clothing was wrinkled from being slept in for the past few days. Long polished nails ran through short locks of black hair before her gazed turned to the young, sleep-deprived prince. "You look hungry."

"I don't need food," he curtly responded.

Videl sighed in annoyance, but soon turned back towards the hospital room in which her former husband rested. Her arms circled her body in a protective motion, her eyes sad. "I am starting to hate you, Trunks, but I can't figure out why it's not passionate loathing."

"None of it is important anymore," Trunks responded.

Depression had always been another form of hope for the two. When striking depression, they had finally reached the bottom of the bottomless pit, and though their bones were broken, and their bodies bruised, it was the end. There was nowhere to go but up, and because of this, they looked forward to bigger things.

However, the bottomless pit was bottomless, and they had awoke, finding themselves still falling… falling into their death… falling into the river… but they never landed.

Hope had become their disease, and they had both been searching for a release. The illusion of hope had become their drug, and as they finally fell from their heights, they realized with agonizing clarity just how deep they had been cut by their own razor blade.

"How could you not see it, Trunks?"

Trunks refused to meet Videl's gaze. His heart ached too much, and his supply of drugs had long ago run out. He couldn't breath without tears filling his eyes, and he certainly couldn't move or speak more than a few words without completely breaking down. How had everything fallen apart with a slash of skin? Why couldn't he just turn and fly up into the heavens, become Gohan's fallen angel, gather senzu beans and completely heal him?

Dende and Piccolo had sensed the attempted suicide and had come to help, but Trunks had refused. If Gohan wanted to return to life, he would do it of his own free will, not because aliens had dragged him out of the river's cold water kicking and screaming, bloodied and battered.

"How could you do this to us?" Videl's voice trembled softly. Trunks' felt his teeth grinding together, though he had no control over any of his movements, it seemed. His nails dug into the skin of his palms, piercing the flesh, but he didn't feel the sting of the cut. He knew it was there, but he couldn't figuring out why it didn't cause him pain. Had Gohan not felt pain when slicing his wrist? Trunks wanted to feel it… needed to know what had attracted Gohan to the shimmering surface of the razor blade. He needed to know why pain was more alluring than their love.

Perhaps that was it… perhaps there was no love, and all Gohan could find was the pain. Had it begun his illusion… his drug… his method of escaping the constant pain? Was that even possible, to escape pain through pain? It was all so confusing, but he had been through all these paths before, searching for a tree limb to grab onto and pull himself out of the icy waters of darkness and agony.

"Trunks, answer me, please!"

He turned to her, just slightly, the limp uncombed strands of lavender hair disrupting the direct contact between their eyes. His brow was narrowed in annoyance, and he seemed almost boyishly childlike to the ningen. Hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders slumped forward, eyes red from lack of sleep and tears… she wanted to reach out and hug him, tell him it wasn't his fault and that everything would be okay.

It was his fault.

Everything wouldn't be okay.

"Do you think I don't know? Did you really think I would never find out?" Her voice was harsh and accusing, for good reason. Trunks couldn't help but faintly chuckle, turning his gaze back to the bedroom, refusing to answer her question. Videl stared at him, wanting to be angry, but finding nothing but sorrow for the pitiful prince. The answer was beyond clear. It had always been obvious. Trunks had always know that Videl would learn her baby had been perfectly healthy. He hadn't cared.

Trunks would do anything to get Gohan.

"You can't see beyond your lust!" Videl exclaimed, tears filling her eyes as she gestured towards the unconscious demi-Saiyajin just feet away from them. "Your lust for Gohan has killed him, Trunks! Do you want him so badly that you're willing to kill him?"

Trunks' eyes grew wide as he listened to Videl's words. Everything broke inside him with that harsh demand, and he found himself unable to breath, to see beyond the sight of Gohan floating in the bathtub, body blood-soaked, hand limp as it allowed the blade to tumble to the tiles below.

He had almost killed Gohan.

Tears finally escaping their cages, Trunks stumbled back, blood-stained hands sliding out of his pockets, eyes wide as they watched the room and Videl grow smaller as he backed up, his pace increasing, his breathing becoming rapid.

Everything… everything had been so very wrong.

~*~

It couldn't be a dream. Gohan begged the gods for it not to be a dream.

Trunks sat across from him, lacking clothing, long lavender hair blowing across his face from an unseen wind. Gohan wasn't sure where the two of them were, or why they were both nude, but he lacked care at the moment. Trunks was looking away from him, large blue eyes intent on something in the darkness of the distance. There was nothing around them but darkness. Even what Trunks sat on was hidden in the shadows. His ankles were crossed, hands pressing against the object he was perched upon, head tilted just slightly, shoulders back, chin high.

Sweet prince…

It was the only thing Gohan could think. His voice was lost, and the world around them had vanished. Maybe that was it… maybe the world had just finally let them be alone. They were alone here, in the darkness of their minds, and they could finally just be alone and together.

"Trunks?" Gohan whispered quietly, moving forward, watching in fascination as Trunks' skin gleamed in the lack of light. He was not surrounded in shadows, though Gohan knew the demi should have been. His scientific mind had begun not to care about anything except the soft touches… the warm smiles…

"Farewell, Gohan," Trunks suddenly said, his voice somber, his eyes filled with tears. Gohan frozen on the spot, his hands trembling and his eyes wide, while watching the young prince vanish.

~*~

"TRUNKS!"

Videl jerked, jumping to her feet as she spun towards her old lover. "Gohan! Gohan, calm down!" she exclaimed, rushing over and falling to his side, wrapping her frail arms around his body. Instinctively, Gohan returned the embrace, tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembled and clung to the woman. Videl winced as his arms grew tighter. She struggled not to speak, but as the pressure increased and she felt her ribs grinding against each other, she whimpered. "Gohan… Gohan, please, you're… you're hurting me!"

Gasping, Gohan jerked back, sliding against the wall behind his bed. He stared at Videl for long moments before looking around the room. "Where's Trunks? I need him… Trunks!" Gohan quickly climbed out of the bed, but halted as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. He stumbled and collapsed across the bed, gasping for breath, his chest and head throbbing in agony.

"Gohan, please! You have to calm down," Videl exclaimed, reaching over and wrapping her arms around the dark-haired demi. "You're still low on blood, and you need time to recover. Trunks left, and it's for the better. He's done nothing but ruin your life." She sat up, pulling Gohan with her. Gently pushing him back against the pillow, she yanked the covers over his body and tucked them around his sides before sitting down beside him, patting his thigh. "Gohan… we need to talk." Videl turned away from him, staring at the floor.

Struggling to sit up, Gohan stared at her with worried eyes. "Videl… there's nothing to talk about. What happened to me is not your fault, and it wasn't Trunks' fault, either. It was something I did, and I need to make sure that Trunks knows this. I… I've fallen in love with him, and I have to make sure he knows."

She wanted to move, to grab his hand and force him back into the comfort of his bed, but Videl didn't. In somber silence, she watched as Gohan struggled up from the stiff hospital mattress, grabbed a robe, and slowly staggered out of the room. She knew she should have at least tried to stop him, but there were reasons she didn't… many reasons. First, who could stop a Saiyajin?

The second, her own.

To Be Continued…