Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgiven ❯ Forever Mine ( Chapter 7 )

"So, how about here? Your dad can be here in a heartbeat if we really need him, but it's way far away from everyone else!"

Goten looked around. Trees. Lots and lots of huge, enormous trees surrounding a largish pool with a waterfall big enough to stand under. A fish jumped. There was a clear space around the pool, if waist-high grass counted as clear, that went back about six feet. "I guess."

"Okay then." Trunks squinted, then raised a hand and ki-cropped the grass down to a couple inches. "There, that's better. Why don't you grab us some fish from the pool, and I'll set up camp?"

"You got the capsule of stuff," Goten agreed, and shed his clothes. He waded out into the water, then dove.

Trunks grinned, and grabbed Goten's clothes. He stripped, then put their clothes into the small capsule and hid it in a tree. What he'd taken out of the capsule he put at the base of the tree before gathering some rocks and sticks for a campfire, and fixing a place to sleep. Goten popped out of the pool not a few seconds later, and tossed a fish at him, then dove for another. Two fish later, he abandoned the water.

"Uh, I thought you were setting up camp?"

"I did. Fire, and spitted fish." Trunks sprawled lazily on the larger rock he'd found for a bench. "I never said it was going to be a Capsule Corp., Bulma-style camp, now did I?"

"No… where's my clothes?"

"With mine. Don't worry about them. We're going to be primitive savages all week."

"But… Trunks…"

"Ah, come on, Goten! It'll be fun. Besides, you haven't gotten to do anything for a long time. This is the last week before school starts up again. Let's just be Saiyans, okay? Be what you can't be at home. Be who you are. We'll fish, skinny dip, spar, hunt…" Trunks got up, going to where his friend stood shaking his head. He ruffled the younger boy's hair, then held him close, whispering in his ear.

"Don't you worry about anything this week, Chibi. I'm gonna take care of you. We'll sleep together just like always, the way we have since we were little brats. All you gotta do is have fun."

Goten's arms crept around Trunks. "Okay."

"Good. Gimme a kiss?" Trunks cocked his head playfully, grinning when Goten lifted his face, and then barely pecked his lips before turning him loose. "Fish's ready. You hungry?"

"Yeah." Goten joined him next to the fire. They sat companionably, quickly stripping the fish down to bones which they buried. "It's almost dark, Trunks. Where were you planning to sleep?"

"Oh, here." Trunks motioned to where he'd piled the grass he'd cut earlier. "Primitive mattress."

"Looks more like an oversized bird nest," Goten replied doubtfully, walking around it.

Trunks flopped down on it, and made chirping noises. Goten giggled, then made himself comfortable. Trunks promptly pulled him closer, spooning their bodies. "I like this better," he whispered, running his hand over Goten's chest. "Feels like I can protect you better if you're so close."

"I don't really need protected, Trunks," Goten protested. "I'm just as strong as you are."

"Ah, Chibi…" Trunks' hand drifted lower, stroking lightly over Goten's penis. "Are you?"

"Are you gonna stop if I say yes?"

"Probably."

"No." Goten wriggled a little, sighing with contentment as Trunks continued his light petting. "Feels good."

"You're pretty tense, aren't you, Chibi?" Trunks let his hand drift over tight thighs, over the curve of the hip, sweeping over knotted muscles in the younger boy's back. "What's happened? You didn't even seem happy to see me when I came to pick you up for the trip, and you've barely seemed interested in anything today!" The already knotted muscles tensed more beneath his hand.

"It's nothing," Goten muttered.

"It's not nothing, Goten." Trunks shifted, forcing Goten onto his back so he could see the other boy's face in the rapidly fading light. "Nothing doesn't make you tense. Nothing wouldn't make you look like you want to cry. What's happened, Chibi? Is it your mom?"

"When isn't it, Trunks?" Goten whispered dejectedly. "When doesn't she make me feel like she should have drowned me at birth?"

"Love, what's happened? You're with me now. You're with me." Trunks kissed Goten, trailed tiny kisses along his jaw. "I'm here, love. Tell me."

"It isn't anything, Trunks! Just my life being my life."

"That has you so tense? That makes you tense up worse when I ask if something's wrong?" Trunks sat up, gathering Goten into his lap. "That's something, Chibi. Please tell me what happened."

"I woke up." Goten buried his face against Trunks' neck. "I woke up, that's all. And I wasn't dreaming and it was my life. I'm tired, Trunks. Just… tired."

Trunks rubbed his back, keeping that up until Goten's breathing changed to a deeper, sleeping pattern, and his muscles relaxed somewhat. Ah, Chibi! You're stressed out, aren't you? Why don't I ever notice these things until too late? Why did Mom choose this summer to decide to teach me more about running Capsule Corp.? You've been needing me, and I haven't been there for you. No more, Chibi. I'll make you mine, and she won't be able to hurt you ever again!

He laid the younger boy down, and snugged him tightly against his body, with Goten's head under his chin, the younger boy facing him. For some time, Trunks' thoughts churned on the best way to propose his idea to Goten, then decided not to give the younger boy a choice. Decision made, Trunks slipped into sleep.

He woke first, and woke Goten by the simple expedient of stroking the younger boy's cock until he was moaning and whimpering. "Come for me, lover," he whispered, and was rewarded by the nearly instantaneous streams as Goten's hips jerked. "Good morning."

Goten muttered something blearily, his hips still moving slightly to the slow rhythm that Trunks hadn't stopped. Trunks kissed him, plunging his tongue into the other boy's mouth, swallowing the sleepy protest as his own hips butted impatiently against Goten's backside. He wouldn't take the younger boy yet. Not just yet. He'd wait awhile longer.

Goten came alive under his caresses and kisses, twisting to both offer himself more and to return the favor. The two boys stroked each other, exchanging heated kisses until Trunks pushed Goten down. The younger boy moved eagerly, whimpering a little when Trunks stopped stroking him, but settled himself between Trunks' legs. His tongue flickered out, a delicate taste, then began a steady licking. Trunks let him play awhile, then caught the boy's head with both hands and pressed himself into Goten's open mouth.

The younger one took him, sucking and licking, and only occasionally nipping gently. But he knew what Trunks liked, and mostly sucked, long, full-throated pulls that wrung cries of passion from his older lover. After awhile, he sat up. "I hope that wasn't supposed to be my breakfast!"

"Wretch!" Trunks pulled him up, kissing him lavishly. "Oh, Goten, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"Yeah, I do." For awhile, they just leaned on each other, content with being together. Then Goten's stomach roared. "See, if that was breakfast, there just wasn't enough," he teased. "Go gimme a fish or something. You said you were gonna take care of me."

"I did, didn't I? Okay, you just wait here."