Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ménage ❯ Home Run ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: xxkaoriknightxx 
Trunks and Goten are home from school, making Vegeta and Goku's affair harder to hide.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2011 | Pages: 8 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 217 | Status: Work In Progress
Trunks and Goten are home from school, making Vegeta and Goku's affair harder to hide.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2011 | Pages: 8 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 217 | Status: Work In Progress
"My head's killing me," Goku whined, clapping a hand to his forehead, as he and Vegeta headed out of the castle.
"That's what happens when you drink as much as you did last night," Vegeta said, a little haughtily, "Now, let's hurry up and get the spawn," He took off into the air, followed by the still-groggy Goku. The sun shone brightly, and there was a pleasant breeze in the early-morning air. The saiyans could easily Apparate/IT to the King's Cross Station, but then they'd have to deal with the shock of passersby, who weren't used to watching people just appear out of thin air.
"Hey, Vegeta," The younger saiyan said, flying closer to the surly prince, "What happened to that other guy?"
"Oh, I let him stay at the castle," Vegeta replied offhandedly, "Don't worry, he's not going to do anything stupid. I already warned him not to go down to the dungeons, and not to touch anything, unless he wants to lose a finger." He gave a smirk, and turned his face forward once more.
He could tell that Seventeen wasn't going to pull a stunt, at least in his castle. His intentions were solely on finding something to ease his boredom until he had to go to work later on. Aside from the pot he insisted on smoking, the sexy stripper was tolerable. However, Vegeta could sense something was off about him; like his subconscious was repressing something traumatic.
"Was he any good?" Goku blurted out, which caught Vegeta off guard.
"What?"
"When you two slept together; was it good?"
Vegeta stopped and faced Goku, who had also stopped, "Of course it was good," Vegeta said, folding his arms across his chest, "I wasn't going to let him stay over if he were a pathetic lay. What's wrong, Kakarrot? Do you suddenly feel left out?" He let out a chuckle, and shook his head.
"No, I don't feel left out," Goku mumbled moodily. He still felt a bit hung over from the previous night, though he still had no memory past the club.
The prince hovered closer to the younger man, "Well, you know, we were more than willing to let you join in, but you kind of got wasted."
"Actually, Vegeta, I think that I would rather it just be me and you...y'know," His voice dropped, and a blush formed across his nose and cheeks, "When we..."
"Fuck," The prince finished the sentence, allowing an amused smirk to grace his features, "Its not hard to say, Goku, don't act so shy," He drew closer to the younger man, and ran the tips of his finger's between his pectoral muscles.
"But I haven't fu--slept with anyone in such a long time--"
"Well, then you'll just have to get over your little insecurities," His hand slid lower over the younger man's abdomen, "Because, I don't fuck nice, and I'm not gonna take it easy on you."
He slipped his fingers down the front of Goku's pants and pulled, so that their bodies were now touching, "You can handle it, can't you?"
The heat rushed to Goku's face, causing the rest of it to turn red, "O-o-of c-course, 'Geta, I-I can--Ah, u-up here?!" He gasped, feeling the older man's hand slip further down his pants.
"Why not?" Vegeta replied insolently, staring up into Goku's eyes, as if daring him to get aggressive.
The younger saiyan felt his body slowly start to respond to the prince's advances. "W-wh-what about the k-kids? We'll be l-late,"
Vegeta removed his hand, and backed up, "Then we'll just have to deal with this matter when we get back, then, won't we?"
"But what if our sons find out? I mean, you've invited that other guy to stay, won't they get suspicious? I'm sure Trunks will, at least."
"My castle has more than enough room to house a small army. I'll just tell him that Seventeen needed a place to stay, and I welcomed him in."
Goku laughed at this comment, "Trunks ain't stupid, he knows that you're not that nice,"
"That's why I'll charge him. Its not that I need the money, so much as that it'll keep the brat's loud mouth shut."
"Why are you keeping him around in the first place?"
"Oh, Kakarrot, please tell me you aren't jealous? If I want a housemate that proves more worth than my own wife, then I'll have one." Having proven his point, and not bothering to hear Goku's reaction, he sped off. They were probably going to be late getting Trunks and Goten as it is, and Vegeta was not in the mood to hear more bitching from his son than he already expected.
Goku, on the other hand felt a twinge of annoyance. He thought that Vegeta was being rather reckless with inviting a stranger into his castle, around his priceless (and dangerous) personal possessions. However, Goku just kept silent, being that it wasn't his business. It still hurt a little that he wasn't invited to live there first.
-8-
The scenery changed from wild forests and mountains, to rolling hills and farms. From there, towns dotted the landscape, then cities. Soon, they were in London, nearby the train station.
"I always hate this part," Goku whined as he and Vegeta stood at the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.
"Quit being a baby," Vegeta replied, rolling his eyes. He strode confidently toward the brick wall, and disappeared through the barrier.
Goku sucked in his breath, and held it. Walking through the barrier always made him nervous, but he walked toward it nonetheless. He shut his eyes as he passed through the brick wall, and onto the Hogwarts Express platform, 9 3/4.
The sounds of last-minute train-farers, their pets, and trolleys being wheeled across the ground filled the saiyan's ears. He opened his eyes, and looked around. Trunks, with a most unhappy expression, was standing by Vegeta, having what seemed like a heated argument with him.
"Dad, you're late," Came the sound of Goten's voice, pulling the older saiyan's eyes away from the argument, and to his son. The boy was walking toward him, dragging behind him a trolley, which held all of his Hogwarts possessions on it. "I thought Mom was coming, anyway."
"She had me come get you," Goku said, "How's your year at school?"
"It was alright," Goten replied, "It came with some unexpected surprises," He glanced over at Trunks, who had his hands folded across his chest, and face turned away from his fussing father's. "Anyway, I think I passed all of my final exams,"
"Your mom will be happy to hear that," Goku smiled, "Are you ready to go home?"
Again, Goten glanced over at Trunks, who was still fighting with his father, "I think...that Trunks wanted me to stay with him tonight," He hoped that his boyfriend would meet his glance, but Trunks was so occupied with Vegeta, that he didn't notice. He didn't know what was going on at this point, being that he and Trunks did more making out on the train than talking about future plans.
"Just be sure to clear it up with your mom first, since she ain't seen you in months," Goku said, also watching the other father-son pair, "Geez, ain't been out here for two minutes, and they're already fightin'."
"It doesn't surprise me," Goten sighed.
"SEE?!" Trunks yelled, throwing his arms out dramatically, "This is why the fuck I hate it when you pick me up! You never let me do nothing!"
"Anything, Trunks," Vegeta corrected, "And if you wanted food, then you should have eaten on the damn train. I am not taking you out to a restaurant! You can have what the chefs prepare for you at home."
"But Mom always takes me out," The boy pouted, hanging his head in despair.
"Do I look like your goddamned mother?! NO. Now let's get the fuck out of here." By now, the train had already left, and there were no more people at the platform, except for the two Saiyans and their sons.
"But Goten's hungry as well," Trunks sniffled, finally looking over at his boyfriend, "Aren't you, Goten?"
The younger half-saiyan scratched the back of his head, and turned his eyes away, "Nah, I'm good," He mumbled, not wanting to get on Vegeta's shit-list so early.
Trunks frowned; he really wanted to go out to eat, and Goten was ruining everything! "Well, what about you, Goku?" He generally didn't care much for Goku, but he was the last hope of going to a restaurant.
A blank expression fell over Goku's features, and he touched a finger to his chin. "Yeah, I think I'm hungry," He said a little slowly, and then looked over at Vegeta and grinned, "All that flyin' worked up an appetite."
A smug, superior smile spread across Trunks' features, and he stuck his nose up at his father, "There you go," He said pompously, "Goku's hungry, too."
Vegeta rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically, "Fine, whatever," He ground out, and turned to walk toward the platform barrier.
"That was easy," Goten muttered when his boyfriend joined him at his side.
"Yeah, well you could have helped me out!" Trunks bitched.
"There is no way in hell that I'm getting on your father's bad side."
Both boys followed their fathers through the barrier, "My dad's not gonna do shit to you," Trunks continued, "Don't worry."
After many "I don't know's", and Trunks being whacked in the back of the head for threatening to set his owl out on his father, they ended up getting a table at a restaurant called McDuff's.
Goku's eyes widened a bit as he stared across the table at his son and Trunks. Trunks had his head propped in his hand, and was gazing at Goten with a look of pure adoration, while feeding his heavily-blushing boyfriend his own French fries. They seemed so absorbed with what they were doing, that they didn't notice Goku's stares, or Vegeta's scoffs.
"Did you know about this?" Goku asked Vegeta quietly, glancing back at the couple to make sure he wasn't being overheard.
"What does it matter?" Vegeta replied, stabbing his rare steak with his fork and cutting into it with his knife.
"It doesn't, but I don't know if Chi-Chi is going to approve of this," The younger saiyan's voice dropped lower, "You know how she feels about..." He nodded his head slightly toward Trunks.
"That's between you lot," The prince raised his tumbler of rum and Coke to his lips, and observed the sickeningly cute couple from over the rim, "I personally couldn't care less what the boy does, so long as he does his coursework and stays out of my way."
Goku made no comment, and continued working on his half-rack of ribs. He knew that Vegeta wasn't the most attentive when it came to his son, and he himself was rather lenient with both of his children, but Chi-Chi was a totally different story. She always had dreams of her youngest son settling down with a someone nice and respectful, like Gohan did. To her, Trunks was anything but nice and respectful. If she found out about this, she'd have a heart-attack.
"Oh, Trunks," Goten said, "You go on ahead and eat your food; I've got mine right here."
"But I like feeding you," Trunks pouted.
"Well they'll think we're up to somethin',"
The older teen rolled his eyes, "What do I care? They've seen us so far, and haven't said anything," He moved a little closer to his boyfriend, "I can't wait until we get back to my place," He wiped a bit of ketchup off of the corner of Goten's mouth with his finger, then licked it off, "I wanna be alone with you."
"You're not doing shit until you finish that food you pissed and moaned about," Vegeta said plainly, finishing his drink.
"Mind your own business, Dad," Trunks said, cutting his eyes at his father, and blushing at being called out.
"Trunks, please," Goten pleaded quietly, "Just listen to what he says."
"I'm not listening to a damn thing that douche-nugget says. I'm going to be of age in October, so I'm pretty much grown."
"Well," Vegeta started, "Since you're so grown up and all, you can pay for your own food that you haven't touched."
Trunks' face fell, "B-but dad! I don't have any Muggle money! Only Galleons and stuff!"
"Seems like a personal problem; I hope you like washing dishes," Vegeta smirked, and pushed himself from the table, "I'm going to the bar," He said to Goku, then walked off toward the counter where other people sat, buying drinks.
Goku smiled meekly at his son. He could feel the awkward tension building up, and did not want to be part of it. He also didn't feel much like drinking, being that he did enough of it the previous night. He then looked over at Trunks, "I'm sure he's only kidding," He then said to the boy, who stared moodily at his untouched burger. When the teen didn't respond, he followed Vegeta's actions and also went to the bar.
"He's such an asshole!" Trunks ground out, stabbing his sandwich with his fork in anger, "I wish Mom would have come and got us! At least she wouldn't have taken us to this stuck-up old people restaurant."
"Jus' be 'appy he took us shom'where," Goten responded thickly through a mouthful of food.
"Shut up, Goten," The older teen rolled his eyes, and stuck a fry in his mouth, "I don't see why the fuck you're standing up for that fucking dick-weed anyway."
"I'm not stickin' up for him, Trunks, don't start with me," The younger teen sighed, "I just don't wanna see you get in trouble, y'know?"
Trunks suddenly smiled, "You're so thoughtful, Goten," He leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend, "I love you," He looked into dark brown eyes, then glanced down at his lover's lips, "I really wanna go home now," He pressed his mouth to the one he was just staring at, and eagerly pushed through with his tongue.
Goten made a muffled sound of protest, startled by Trunks' actions and mood change, and placed his hands against his boyfriend's chest. Trunks mistook it for a loving gesture, and gripped the hands in his own. Beside the table, the waitress, who was coming to check on how things were, quickly turned on her heel at the sight of the two overly-hormonal teens making out.
Over at the bar, Vegeta downed his fourth shot, while Goku sipped slowly on his halfway watered-down gin and sprite.
"Now that the brats have each other to occupy themselves with, there will be no issues with us hooking up," Vegeta said, his tongue considerably loosened by the alcohol he was consuming. He still had his wits, though his composure was lessened a bit.
"I know," Goku responded, "I just kinda wish that we woulda did something earlier,"
"Well, if you weren't so damn shy, we could have."
"Sorry," The younger Saiyan responded sheepishly, "I just didn't think doing anything in the air was very...romantic," He said the last word in a whisper.
"Romantic?!" Vegeta sputtered, followed by harsh laughter, "What in the world possessed you into thinking I wanted to be romantic?"
"I dunno...I just..."
"Kakarrot, I'm not a roses and candle-lit dinner kind of person. That kind of tedious, mindless bullshit does nothing for me. But don't worry," He leaned toward Goku a little, "I'll make sure your first time will be very memorable." He smirked at Goku's blushing face, then quickly pulled back as he sensed his son coming their way.
"What were you doing?" Trunks demanded, "Why is Goku blushing like that?"
"I was telling a dirty joke, Trunks, what do you want?" Vegeta sighed, and then ordered another drink.
"You tell jokes?" The boy asked, tilting his head slightly, "Anywho...I wanna leave now, please," He added extra emphasis on the last word.
"After all that fuss you made of going out, and you're ready to leave now?" The prince downed the drink he was handed, and continued to observe his son, "Alright, then, but don't expect me to take you out again."
-8-
They finally got back to the castle later on in that afternoon. Goku and Vegeta went inside, while Goten and Trunks hung behind.
"C'mon, Goten," Trunks whined, tugging on his boyfriend's arm, "You asked your dad if it was okay to stay over, so that should be good enough,"
"Yeah, but he told me to make sure to check in with my mom, remember?" Goten replied, feeling slightly annoyed at Trunks' persistence.
Trunks frowned, "She'll get over it, Goten, please!" He gripped the front his boyfriend's white button-up shirt and tugged him forward, "Just stay with me; I want you to."
The younger half-saiyan rolled his eyes, "Trunks, you're going to be the death of me, and we haven't even been together barely a day," He grabbed one of Trunks' hands from off of his shirt, "C'mon, then, let's go."
Together they walked hand-in-hand into the castle. "I've forgotten how big this place is," Goten muttered to himself. He didn't have time to gawk, since Trunks insisted on dragging him through the foyer, hall (where both boys pointedly ignored the jeers and sneers given by the snotty paintings), and up the stairs.
Instead of turning to the east, like with Vegeta's bed room, Goten and Trunks went to the west. This hall was decorated identical to the east-wing's hall with the red and white tapestries, and Slytherin-marked tapestries.
The boys didn't walk nearly as far when they stopped at a wooden door that was exactly like the others in the hall, except for the massive amounts of stickers (advertising various bands, clothing brands, and witty slogans) covering its surface.
Trunks placed his hand on the doorknob, and he instantly frowned; something was wrong. He opened the door and turned on the lights. He looked around his enormous, darkly-decorated room suspiciously.
Goten didn't notice Trunks' strange behavior. He was instantly distracted, as always, by all the stuff in it. He couldn't help it, being that almost every inch of the black-painted walls were covered by metal and scream-o band posters (some moved, indicating Wizard bands; and others, Muggle bands, remained stationary). The red-curtained window directly across from the doorway displayed a spectacular view of the forest at the edge of the castle grounds, and snow-capped mountains beyond it.
Above the huge black-framed bed (with a red-cushioned headboard) proudly hung an obnoxiously large Gryffindor banner. Goten knew that Trunks only hung it there to annoy his father, because it was common knowledge at Hogwarts that Trunks was supposed to be placed in Slytherin, but chose the rival House instead.
He sat on the black and red covered bed, and then finally turned his attention to his boyfriend. "Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not," Trunks said, inspecting his neatly-organized computer desk, "Someone's been fucking around in here."
"It looks as if someone's been in here to clean," Goten observed, staring around again, "It was a wreck last time I seen it."
"I know!" The older teen fussed, "I was gonna do it when I got back--meaning today--but someone else felt the need to!"
"I really don't see the problem,"
Trunks glared at his boyfriend, "I hate people going through my shit! Do you want anyone going through your things when you're not around?!"
"My mom already does that shit even when I'm at home, so its not--"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Trunks let out a low growl, "I'm going to have to deal with this. I had a lock placed on this door to allow only me through; the only other person I know who would be able to get through the charm is Dad."
"Well, just ask him," Goten suggested, "Just don't blow up in his face,"
"Alright, just stay in here 'til I get back."
Trunks stomped out of the room, with no intentions of staying calm. He only said he would to keep Goten happy, "DAAAAAAAAAD!" He called at the top of his lungs. He was so enraged, that he had forgotten all about seeking his father's ki out. "DAAAAAAD! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOUUUU!"
He made it all the way to where the east and west wings met at the top of the wide staircase when an unfamiliar person caught his attention. His initial mission was suddenly removed from his thoughts at the sight of a slight, extremely good-looking, black-haired man walking directly in his--Trunks'--direction. The stranger's vacant, pale-blue eyes met with his own, and they seemed to stare straight through him, as if he were a mere phantasm.
"I don't ever remember seeing you here," Trunks blurted out when the man was within earshot.
"Hello to you too," The stranger said, with a bit of a bite in his tone, "You must be Vegeta's son," He eyed the uniform-clad younger man before him without expression, eyes lingering for a moment on the oddly-colored long hair.
Nice one, Trunks thought bitterly, "I'm sorry, we don't get very many visitors here; my name's Trunks," For added measure, he held a black-nailed hand out to shake the other's.
The stranger took the hand in his and smiled stoically, "Its quite alright," He said in his charming voice. He brought the hand he held up to his mouth and pressed his lips against it, eyes never leaving the widening cerulean ones that stared back. "My preferred name is Seventeen."
"H-h-how n-nice," Was all Trunks could stammer out. He had never met anyone who was as blunt with flirting as he was, so it caught him off guard.
"When Vegeta mentioned you," Seventeen continued, enjoying the teen's reactions, "I never imagined you to be the shy type; your father surely isn't."
Trunks blinked, allowing the shock caused by this alluring man to subside, "What do you mean?" He asked, "How do you know my dad?"
Seventeen deliberately took his time answering Trunks. He instead took a rolled joint that he had tucked behind his ear, that was otherwise unnoticed until now, and lit it, using a lighter he had fished from out of his jeans pocket. "We met at my job, and found we like a lot of the same things," He answered , allowing smoke to come out of his mouth with his words. He blew the rest of the putrid carbon out, not caring if it got in Trunks' face. "If you wish to know more, I believe you should ask your father yourself." He smiled once more, and brought the joint to his lips.
The younger male couldn't believe this guy's blatant disregard for, well, anything! His father would kill him if he was ever caught smoking in the castle, especially if it were marijuana. On top of that, the dude was being vague on purpose. He ought to be annoyed, but instead, he was impressed.
"Do you wanna hit it?" Seventeen asked, "You seem like you're tense about something." Without waiting for an answer, he held the joint out for Trunks to take.
Trunks took the joint, becoming more and more thrown-off buy this cool guy's attitude, "Thanks..." He muttered and brought the object to his mouth. It had been quite some time since he had partaken marijuana, and he was quite sure he'd make an ass of himself by choking. It was obvious that Seventeen was quite familiar with the illegal substance.
He took a drag, and instantly felt his throat burn. His eyes watered, and he felt as if he couldn't hold back. He felt as if he were dying, as he coughed, gripping his chest all the while.
"Oh, my," Seventeen giggled, "Is this your first time?"
"Been...a while..." Trunks choked out truthfully, holding the joint back out to its owner, "S-sorry..."
"You can have it," The black-haired man said, "I don't need it as much as you do." He gave another examining stare of the red-faced teen before saying, "I do hope we have another encounter soon; I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better," He bit his lower lip flirtatiously and raised his eyebrows quickly, then let them lower.
With a face red, not only from the smoke he ingested, but also from the embarrassment he felt from making a complete ass of himself in front of such a cute guy, Trunks watched said guy walk down the stairs. In his opinion, this guy just oozed cool! Why did he have to act like such an idiot?!
Now he was left standing alone with a lit marijuana cigarette smoking in his hand. If anyone caught him, he'd surely be in trouble. Still, it'd be a shame to waste such a generous offering from the sexy stranger. He brought the joint to his mouth for a second time and took a less-enthusiastic drag, so as to keep from choking as hard.
He French-inhaled the smoke, feeling so cool. He wondered where in the world that Seventeen fellow came from, and what kind of job he had that his--Trunks'--father would have visited and met him at. It was also obvious that the guy was here at the castle by himself; what could have happened to cause his father to trust a stranger like that so easily?
He'd just have to ask his dad himself. His body felt numb, and his head was reeling; he couldn't remember being this high last time he smoked. He completely forgotten the initial reason he was seeking his father out; so, with a new purpose, and a million questions in his head, he continued his journey to the east wing.
-8-
Meanwhile, Vegeta and Goku were holed up in the tower bed room. Seventeen had left to go to his apartment, then to work, so the two Saiyans were all alone.
Vegeta had a hold on Goku's wrists, pinning him down beneath him on the massive bed. He ravaged the other man's mouth; his intentions were solely on taking things to the next level.
Eager for more contact, Goku raised his hips up to grind against the older man's. He felt Vegeta's mouth leave his, and then press against his jaw line, "Are we gonna...?" He asked breathlessly.
The prince raised himself up onto his hands, still gripping the wrists he held. He peered down roguishly at the man beneath him, "The brats are busy occupying each other, why not take advantage of this moment? You're so hard already, and all we've been doing is making out." His ownhips ground deeper into the other's eager ones.
"You're one to talk," Goku responded with a smile.
Vegeta chuckled and released one of the younger saiyan's wrists. Using his free hand, he slid his hand up Goku's shirt. His fingertips danced across perfect, taut muscles, and he dipped his head down and planted a kiss on the larger man's sternum. He then began a trail downward using his mouth, tongue and teeth.
The younger saiyan gasped at the feeling of teeth pinching his flesh. He dug his hands in his aggressor's dark locks. Neither man was able to hear the sounds of a teenage boy walking up the stone steps.
"DA-AD!" Trunks called, climbing up the ladder. Vegeta and Goku (whose pants were now undone) quickly pulled apart.
"What the fuck do you want?!" Vegeta practically screamed as his son's head was visible from the floor-entrance of the room.
"I've been hunting you all over the place," Trunks exaggerated; he righted himself and straightened his pants, which had bunched up from the climb. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of his father and Goku on the bed, both looking a bit disheveled. "What's...going on here?"
"Nothing that concerns your nosy ass, that's for sure," Vegeta replied, "What the fuck is up with you?" He took in the red flush across his son's face, his dilated pupils, generally vacant expression, and faint smoky smell coming off of him. "Have you been smoking dope, boy?"
"WHA--?! NO! " Trunks lied quickly, shutting his thoughts out, being that he knew his father was an accomplished Legilimens. Thankfully, though, he was awfully handy at Occlumency, so his father couldn't tell that he actually did smoke weed. "Besides," He continued, calm once more, "even if I did, how would you know?! You don't know about pot! I bet you haven't even tried it!"
"I haven't." He answered in a bored tone, "Just because I refuse to rely on crutches for the weak, does not mean that I don't know the effects."
"Don't rely on crutches, eh? Well you seem to enjoy drinking, a lot, and alcohol is a drug."
"Mind your own damn business,"
"Then you mind yours."
"Let's just agree to disagree," Vegeta growled lowly and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, "Now, for the sake of my sanity, please tell me what the why the hell you're here bothering me and not bothering Kakarrot's brat?"
"Oh, yeah," Trunks chuckled stupidly, "Who was that cute guy with the long hair, and what is he doing here? He told me that you let him stay, or something like that."
"So what?" The prince shrugged, "He needed the company, since he lives alone."
The teen narrowed his eyes, "Since when have you cared?"
"Since when was it any of your business? Now, if you are done, please get the fuck outta my room."
"Oh! Hold up! I remember the real reason I had to come back here!" Trunks felt victorious, and he slowly inched toward the massive bed, "Someone's been fucking around with my stuff!"
Vegeta gave a small chuckle, "And how do you reason that?"
"'Cause my lock wasn't activated on my doorknob, and someone rearranged my shit. The only person who is able to unlock my door is you, dad!"
"Oh, so you're saying that I was messing around in your disgusting bed room?"
"How would you know it was disgusting unless you were in there, eh? Think about it." Trunk's face broke out into a smug grin, "And you know, I don't go messing with--"
"Out!" Vegeta snapped, brandishing his finger in the direction of the man-hole.
"--any of your shit. In fact, I don't even come up here! Dad--"
"OUT!" The prince screamed this time.
"--Stay the fuck outta my room!"
This time, Vegeta, completely enraged at this point, hopped off of the bed and advanced menacingly on his son.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Trunks insisted, and began climbing down the ladder, "Don't have to be such a..."
But whatever Vegeta was, no one found out, since Trunks was too far down the manhole to really be heard properly.
-8-
"I think our dad's are doing something together," Trunks said moodily as he flung his bed room door open. He was still upset that his father had to be a total buzz-killing douche-bag to him; he only wanted to know about the hot guy and why the hell someone was messing in his room, that's all.
"Are you on something?!" The younger half-saiyan's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. "Dude, don't be bull-shitting me."
"I'm n-n-not!" Trunks lied quickly, looking away, scared that Goten would see his bloodshot eyes, "When I went to the tower, your dad and my dad were on the bed together, and I could-a sworn that your dad's pants were unbuttoned." He smiled and nodded his head, as if there was no way that he could be wrong.
"There is nothing going on with our dads," The younger teen scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah-huh there is! Why would they wanna be alone together like that? It makes no sense unless there was something going on."
"Maybe they were talking?"
"My dad doesn't talk! Then again, my dad doesn't house complete strangers, either." He shook his head, "He invited this totally hot dude to live with us, or something."
Goten blinked, "Hot? Like, how hot? And is he a wizard?"
Trunks shrugged, "I wouldn't know; Dad didn't get in trouble with the ministry for the dude being around magical stuff." He then stared off blankly, and touched a finger to his chin, "But my dad practically is the ministry, so maybe he could get by with it."
"But what if this guy is a serial killer, or a rapist!" His voice lowered, as if he were about to say something taboo, "You could be violated by that guy!"
The older teen gave a small laugh, "Well I'd much rather him be a rapist, know what I mean?" He flashed a devilish grin at his boyfriend, "You should have seen him...so fucking cute."
"You're such a pig, Trunks!" Goten crossed his arms over his chest, "We ain't even been together a day, let alone changed out of our Hogwarts uniforms, and you're already lusting after someone else."
"Don't act so jealous," The older boy raised his eyebrows, "Anywho, it seems like our parents will be rather busy with each other, talking," He gave a roguish smile and leaned forward, "I think that we can have some fun without getting," He pressed his lips to his boyfriend's, "Caught."
The younger half-saiyan's heartbeat started quickening. This sudden change in topics, and mood put the teen off a bit, but he still understood fully what Trunks was talking about, "Y-y-you mean, you w-wanna have s-sex?"
"Of course sex, what else would I mean? " He kissed Goten once more, "Why are you nervous? Don't you wanna fuck me? If its about that new guy, I'll take back anything I said."
Goten shook his head, "N-no--er--Its not that dude," He took in a quick breath, "Its just that, isn't it a bit early? I-I mean I do want you, and all, don't get me wrong."
"But I've been in love with you for so long! I couldn't possibly think of not wanting to have sex with you!" A sudden smile spread across the older boy's face, "I know what I can do,"
"T-Trunks, I--Oh, god, what are you...?"
"If you don't wanna fuck," Trunks began, unbuttoning his boyfriend's jeans, "Then at least let me do this."
"T-t-that's not necessary," Goten started gasping at the feeling of Trunks' hands on his sensitive length.
"I've always wanted to do this to you," The older half-saiyan gripped his boyfriend's cock in his hand and flicked his tongue across the tip. "I can make you feel really good."
The younger teen's jaw dropped slightly at the sight of his cock disappearing between his boyfriend's lips. He couldn't imagine Trunks being so good at giving head; he let his body relax and fall back, enjoying the amazing feelings he was so graciously given.
-8-
"Don't be so rough!" Goku whined as Vegeta jerked his pants down a little too hastily.
"Well, what if I like it rough?" Vegeta argued, tossing the pants aside, "Don't be a pussy about it." He caressed the younger man's hard-on with the tips of his fingers, then gripped it in his hand, "I've already told you, I'm not going to fuck you gently; so deal with it, or I can make you. Either way, you're going to like it."
Goku blushed at his lover's crass choice of words. "Do you have to be so...so..."
"Dirty?" The older man asked, smirking. He bent down to allow his tongue to join his hand on Goku's length. He ran the wet appendage upward, then downward, "Sex isn't fun unless its dirty, Goku," Once again, he purred the earth-given name, and gave the cock one last lick before sitting up completely.
Ignoring his lover's small noise of protest, the prince slid his shirt off and tossed it lazily to the floor. Next came his jeans, which also joined the small pile of clothes.
Goku bit his lip at the sight of the older man, who smiled even wider upon noticing the exuberant look he was given. "Tease..." He muttered.
"Don't make it so easy, then," Vegeta responded, throwing the bunched-up blankets back to search for the bottle of lube he had brought out sometime before Trunks' interruption.
The younger man eyed the bottle warily. He was still unsure about having sex, though his body really wanted it. "You're ready now?" He asked, not really thinking about what he had just said.
Vegeta stared for a moment, as if trying to wonder just how idiotic the man sharing the bed with him could be, "Considering the fact that I've been sporting this hard-on since we've been in here," He began with the most sarcastic tone he could muster, "I'd say yes, I'm quite ready to have your ass. It would be even better if you stopped acting so shy about it!"
"Sorry, Vegeta," Goku said, sitting up. "The only experience I have is those times when Chi-Chi and I would sleep together. Thing is, is she just lays there and tells me to hurry up, or asks if I'm done yet."
"How sad," The prince said flatly, and uncaringly, "Now, would you please take your shirt off?"
"Jerk..." The younger man muttered under his breath once more as he raised the fabric over his head. He barely had a moment to throw the shirt aside when he was once more pinned down on the bed.
"Stop saying shit under your breath!" Vegeta growled, his face inches from the other's.
Goku frowned and heaved his body so that way the smaller man was underneath him this time. "Then stop acting like a jerk!" He watched Vegeta's mouth curl upward into a small smirk; and then to the prince's dark eyes which repeatedly, purposely, glanced down at his own mouth.
Vegeta's hands snaked up into the younger man's hair, pushing the head down, so that their lips could meet. "I want you," He murmured against Goku's mouth, "To put," He allowed his tongue to snake out and slip across the other man's lower lip, "Your mouth to good use."
The younger saiyan raised his head slightly to look at the older one. "My...OH!" He gave a small giggle upon realizing what Vegeta was asking of him.
"That was easy," The prince noted. He watched as his lover dipped down and ran a long tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. "Now whose the tease?"
"Payback," Goku corrected, then wrapped his mouth around the head and gently sucked, staring up insolently at the older man.
"You keep thinking that,"
Vegeta laid his hand on the back of Goku's head and pushed down. He felt the younger man's hands grip his thighs painfully at the sudden intrusion. "Don't try to get cute with me, Kakarrot," He continued to say, allowing his lover's head to rise up, only to be pushed down again.
Goku's hands eased their grips on Vegeta's hips as he became accustomed to his body's motions. He steadied himself with his hands into a more comfortable position, pressed his tongue against the length in his mouth, creating more friction.
A moan of approval escaped the prince's lips and he removed his hand from Goku's head as he leaned all of the way back. He knew that that idiot's big mouth was good for something! "Just like that," He whispered.
Eager for his own release, Goku quickens his pace. He figured he was doing fine, being that the man he was pleasuring started breathing heavier, and growling lowly. He slipped one of his hands down to cradle a pair of balls in his palm, while the fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft.
Vegeta's back arched as the sensual feelings built up inside him. "Swallow it," He said, and his jaw dropped slightly, then clenched shut; his body convulsed as he released in Goku's mouth.
Goku felt his lover's cock throb in his mouth, followed by warm fluid, which spilled a bit out of the corner of his mouth. He raised himself up, and wiped stray semen off of the corner of his mouth. "Your welcome," He said a bit cockily.
"I told you...about getting cute," The prince warned, breathing a bit heavily. He sat up straight and grabbed one of Goku's ankles. Just to be a jerk, he stroked the bottom of the younger man's foot with the forefinger of his free hand.
"What are you...? Stop that!" Goku tried to snatch his foot back, but Vegeta had a firm grip on his ankle. The older man grinned wickedly and continued his torturous ministrations, ignoring the younger's laugh-mixed pleas.
When he figured the insolent idiot needed a break from laughing, Vegeta's hand slid from the ankle and up a well-muscled leg. "Had enough?" He asked, smirk still playing on his features. He dipped down and kissed the inside of the leg. "'Cause I haven't," He ran his tongue along the warm flesh. While still working with his mouth, he took a free hand and squeezed the junction in Goku's leg, causing the rest of the body to jump, and its owner to yelp.
"What's wrong?" The older man teased, raising himself up to admire the hickey he left on his lover's leg, "Where's all that attitude you had earlier?" Without waiting for a response, he decided to continue his assault on his victim; he ran his tongue along the still-erect length, then lowered his mouth around it.
Before Goku could enjoy the feelings of his lover's mouth, Vegeta had raised himself up from between his legs. His heart started beating faster as he watched the older man throw back the covers to reveal a momentarily-forgotten bottle of lube that was taken from the bedside table sometime before Trunks' intrusion.
The prince smiled and poured a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his hand, then ran the hand over his length, coating it.
"Lay down," Vegeta ordered, tossing the bottle aside, then taking a firm hold of the younger man's legs. Goku gave a slightly worried look, but obeyed nonetheless. The prince raised himself up onto his knees and pulled on the legs he held until his hips and slick length pressed against his lover's ass, which was raised off of the bed. He felt the body tense, and heard Goku's sharp intake of breath as he slowly slipped himself inside.
Wincing from the intrusion, Goku wrapped his legs around Vegeta's waist to help keep his lower half from falling. He had never had sex in any position except for missionary, and the few occasions that Chi-Chi decided to be on top.
"Relax," Vegeta insisted and began rocking his hips rhythmically. He felt the younger man's body slowly slacken as he became accustomed to the pain.
The younger saiyan couldn't help but allow a small whimper escape his lips. Vegeta's movements became rougher and faster, but he was determined to show no pain. However, his tightly-shut eyes were a sure give-away.
The feelings of pain were soon replaced with pleasure, and soft moans were heard from both men. Goku finally braved opening his eyes slightly to watch his lover's still-oiled hand slide up and down his shaft. His flushed face turned redder; how could something that was no different than what he did to himself occasionally be so erotic? He reckoned that it was the fact that someone else, Vegeta, was jacking him off.
The hand that Vegeta used to grip the younger man's hip tightened its grip. His breathing became heavier, and a light sheen of sweat covered his body. He stared down at Goku's upward-angled body; perfect muscles flexed and twitched with the ever-building pleasure, large hands gripped desperately at the sheets beneath him, and dark brown eyes opened a bit more to meet his black ones.
Goku couldn't believe that Vegeta had him in such a submissive position. It was rather embarrassing to have his rival hear him moaning like a whore, to be enjoying the other's body moving against his.
Vegeta's grip on him was becoming painful; he was rather glad that Chi-Chi never asked him for sex, because he was definitely going to leave with questionable marks on his body. Vegeta's movements were merciless and almost violent; the sounds of flesh slapping together mingled with the loud, unadulterated moans. Suddenly, he felt the prince's body tense, and his body ceased its movements. He felt the cock within him throb as his lover was first to climax.
Thankful that the hand on his own length kept moving, it was barely a few seconds afterward that Goku released. His stomach and Vegeta's hand were well-coated in his fluids.
Both men's bodies relaxed, and Goku collapsed on his back, while Vegeta fell next to him. Both saiyans breathed heavily and said nothing to each other, as each reveled in the aftermath of their incredible sexual experience.
Before the younger saiyan could voice his opinion, the low, whirring sound of a phone vibrating somewhere on the floor.
"I think that's my phone," Goku said. He leaned over off of the bed until he was touching the floor. He grabbed his discarded jeans and fished through the pocket, pulling out the vibrating cell phone.
"Ignore it," Vegeta ordered, folding his hands behind his head against the pillows.
"But its Chi-Chi, Goku protested, "What in case something's wrong?"
"If it is," The prince said, "Then just consider it your lucky day; now, please, ignore it."
did just that. Barely a moment later, the phone stared to vibrate again. The younger saiyan looked uncertainly at the older. He then just shut the phone off altogether.
Vegeta smiled, "Ready for another go?"
"I'm still getting over round one!" The younger man sighed.
"I'll get you over it real quick," The prince growled, rolling on top of his lover. He spread Goku's legs open with his knees; their mouths met, as did their tongues. Goku's cock throbbed and re-hardened at the feeling of the other rubbing up against it.
Suddenly, there was a loud vibration heard from the bedside table. "Fucking hell," Vegeta groaned. He reached over and grabbed the cell phone. "Your fucking wife better have something good to say," He threatened. He answered the phone, and instantly pulled it away from his ear.
Chi-Chi was yelling so loud that even Goku could hear what she was saying. "WHERE'S GOKU!?" The woman screamed.
Vegeta said nothing and held the phone out to the man in question. Goku took the phone gingerly and answered.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF GETTING YOU A PHONE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO ANSWER IT?!" Chi-Chi hollered.
"S-sorry, Chi--"
"YOU GO OUT AND DRINK ALL NIGHT--AND WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START DRINKING ANYWAY? REGARDLESS, WHERE'S GOTEN?!"
"He wanted to chill out with Trunks, I thought he told you."
"NO HE DIDN'T! I HAVEN'T SEEN THE BOY SINCE HE GOT BACK! I WANT YOU TO COME HOME NOW!"
"A-alright,"
Goku lowered the phone from his ear, completely mortified. "I have to go," He said quietly, "Sorry, 'Geta."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You're a grown fucking man, why the hell do you want some bitch controlling what you do!"
"Well, I have to get Goten home, and--"
"So, just tell the brat to go home!"
"But then they'll get all suspicious, Vegeta, just let me go, 'cause I'm gonna hear Chi-Chi's mouth whether I go now or later. Best to get it all done with." He slid off of the bed and began collecting his clothes.
"Fine," The prince huffed, "Go play husband with your precious wife."
"Don't be like that, 'Geta, I'll be back." Goku whined. With his clothing bunched in his hands, he leaned over on the bed and tried to kiss the older saiyan. Vegeta, however, groaned and, turned his head away and waved his hand in Goku's face, swatting him away.
"See ya later, then," The younger saiyan said, clearing his throat. He finished dressing and left the bed room.
-8-
"You are seriously the most frustrating guy I know!" Trunks huffed, folding his arms across his chest, and sitting back against the couch. He and Goten had dressed in normal clothes and migrated to one of the larger sitting rooms, where both boys decided to play video games together. "You get me all turned on, and then deny me!"
"You just can't keep it in your pants," Goten responded distractedly, his eyes never leaving the enormous television, upon which he was shooting people. "I have better self-control."
"So, you don't get turned on by me?" The older teen looked dolefully at his boyfriend.
"Of course I do!" The younger boy paused his game and looked at the disheartened teen next to him.
"But you won't have sex with me," Trunks responded, making it sound more like a statement and not a question.
Goten sighed, "I just wanna wait, Trunks, I thought we already talked about it, "I made the last person I went out with wait three months."
"Well, I have a cut-off period!" The older half-saiyan snapped, glaring angrily.
"So, all I am's a piece of ass, eh?"
"What?! No way, Goten, I just," Trunks slid his hand up his boyfriend's leg, "Can't help myself. You're so perfect, and anyone would be crazy not to want you as badly as I do." He leaned close to the younger teen, and nuzzled against his shaggy black hair.
Goten blushed a bit at Trunks' words. The hand gently rubbing in between his legs didn't help the situation, either.
"Sorry to interrupt," Goku said suddenly, catching both boys off-guard. Trunks deftly pulled his hand away and moved to the furthest end of the couch, making it look as if they weren't ever even sitting close to each other.
"What's wrong?" Goten asked, quickly adjusting his pants so that his boner wasn't as evident.
"We hafta go home; your mother ain't very happy,"
"Nuh-uh, Goku!" Trunks interjected, grabbing on his boyfriend's hand, "You said that he could stay!"
"Trunks, just let me go," The younger boy sighed, pulling his hand away, "I don't wanna get in more trouble." He stood up and scratched the back of his head.
"Well, at least call me," The older insisted, standing up as well. He planted a quick kiss on his boyfriend's mouth; if Goku weren't around, they'd be making out instead.
"I will," Goten smiled and turned to walk with his father.
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"That's what happens when you drink as much as you did last night," Vegeta said, a little haughtily, "Now, let's hurry up and get the spawn," He took off into the air, followed by the still-groggy Goku. The sun shone brightly, and there was a pleasant breeze in the early-morning air. The saiyans could easily Apparate/IT to the King's Cross Station, but then they'd have to deal with the shock of passersby, who weren't used to watching people just appear out of thin air.
"Hey, Vegeta," The younger saiyan said, flying closer to the surly prince, "What happened to that other guy?"
"Oh, I let him stay at the castle," Vegeta replied offhandedly, "Don't worry, he's not going to do anything stupid. I already warned him not to go down to the dungeons, and not to touch anything, unless he wants to lose a finger." He gave a smirk, and turned his face forward once more.
He could tell that Seventeen wasn't going to pull a stunt, at least in his castle. His intentions were solely on finding something to ease his boredom until he had to go to work later on. Aside from the pot he insisted on smoking, the sexy stripper was tolerable. However, Vegeta could sense something was off about him; like his subconscious was repressing something traumatic.
"Was he any good?" Goku blurted out, which caught Vegeta off guard.
"What?"
"When you two slept together; was it good?"
Vegeta stopped and faced Goku, who had also stopped, "Of course it was good," Vegeta said, folding his arms across his chest, "I wasn't going to let him stay over if he were a pathetic lay. What's wrong, Kakarrot? Do you suddenly feel left out?" He let out a chuckle, and shook his head.
"No, I don't feel left out," Goku mumbled moodily. He still felt a bit hung over from the previous night, though he still had no memory past the club.
The prince hovered closer to the younger man, "Well, you know, we were more than willing to let you join in, but you kind of got wasted."
"Actually, Vegeta, I think that I would rather it just be me and you...y'know," His voice dropped, and a blush formed across his nose and cheeks, "When we..."
"Fuck," The prince finished the sentence, allowing an amused smirk to grace his features, "Its not hard to say, Goku, don't act so shy," He drew closer to the younger man, and ran the tips of his finger's between his pectoral muscles.
"But I haven't fu--slept with anyone in such a long time--"
"Well, then you'll just have to get over your little insecurities," His hand slid lower over the younger man's abdomen, "Because, I don't fuck nice, and I'm not gonna take it easy on you."
He slipped his fingers down the front of Goku's pants and pulled, so that their bodies were now touching, "You can handle it, can't you?"
The heat rushed to Goku's face, causing the rest of it to turn red, "O-o-of c-course, 'Geta, I-I can--Ah, u-up here?!" He gasped, feeling the older man's hand slip further down his pants.
"Why not?" Vegeta replied insolently, staring up into Goku's eyes, as if daring him to get aggressive.
The younger saiyan felt his body slowly start to respond to the prince's advances. "W-wh-what about the k-kids? We'll be l-late,"
Vegeta removed his hand, and backed up, "Then we'll just have to deal with this matter when we get back, then, won't we?"
"But what if our sons find out? I mean, you've invited that other guy to stay, won't they get suspicious? I'm sure Trunks will, at least."
"My castle has more than enough room to house a small army. I'll just tell him that Seventeen needed a place to stay, and I welcomed him in."
Goku laughed at this comment, "Trunks ain't stupid, he knows that you're not that nice,"
"That's why I'll charge him. Its not that I need the money, so much as that it'll keep the brat's loud mouth shut."
"Why are you keeping him around in the first place?"
"Oh, Kakarrot, please tell me you aren't jealous? If I want a housemate that proves more worth than my own wife, then I'll have one." Having proven his point, and not bothering to hear Goku's reaction, he sped off. They were probably going to be late getting Trunks and Goten as it is, and Vegeta was not in the mood to hear more bitching from his son than he already expected.
Goku, on the other hand felt a twinge of annoyance. He thought that Vegeta was being rather reckless with inviting a stranger into his castle, around his priceless (and dangerous) personal possessions. However, Goku just kept silent, being that it wasn't his business. It still hurt a little that he wasn't invited to live there first.
-8-
The scenery changed from wild forests and mountains, to rolling hills and farms. From there, towns dotted the landscape, then cities. Soon, they were in London, nearby the train station.
"I always hate this part," Goku whined as he and Vegeta stood at the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.
"Quit being a baby," Vegeta replied, rolling his eyes. He strode confidently toward the brick wall, and disappeared through the barrier.
Goku sucked in his breath, and held it. Walking through the barrier always made him nervous, but he walked toward it nonetheless. He shut his eyes as he passed through the brick wall, and onto the Hogwarts Express platform, 9 3/4.
The sounds of last-minute train-farers, their pets, and trolleys being wheeled across the ground filled the saiyan's ears. He opened his eyes, and looked around. Trunks, with a most unhappy expression, was standing by Vegeta, having what seemed like a heated argument with him.
"Dad, you're late," Came the sound of Goten's voice, pulling the older saiyan's eyes away from the argument, and to his son. The boy was walking toward him, dragging behind him a trolley, which held all of his Hogwarts possessions on it. "I thought Mom was coming, anyway."
"She had me come get you," Goku said, "How's your year at school?"
"It was alright," Goten replied, "It came with some unexpected surprises," He glanced over at Trunks, who had his hands folded across his chest, and face turned away from his fussing father's. "Anyway, I think I passed all of my final exams,"
"Your mom will be happy to hear that," Goku smiled, "Are you ready to go home?"
Again, Goten glanced over at Trunks, who was still fighting with his father, "I think...that Trunks wanted me to stay with him tonight," He hoped that his boyfriend would meet his glance, but Trunks was so occupied with Vegeta, that he didn't notice. He didn't know what was going on at this point, being that he and Trunks did more making out on the train than talking about future plans.
"Just be sure to clear it up with your mom first, since she ain't seen you in months," Goku said, also watching the other father-son pair, "Geez, ain't been out here for two minutes, and they're already fightin'."
"It doesn't surprise me," Goten sighed.
"SEE?!" Trunks yelled, throwing his arms out dramatically, "This is why the fuck I hate it when you pick me up! You never let me do nothing!"
"Anything, Trunks," Vegeta corrected, "And if you wanted food, then you should have eaten on the damn train. I am not taking you out to a restaurant! You can have what the chefs prepare for you at home."
"But Mom always takes me out," The boy pouted, hanging his head in despair.
"Do I look like your goddamned mother?! NO. Now let's get the fuck out of here." By now, the train had already left, and there were no more people at the platform, except for the two Saiyans and their sons.
"But Goten's hungry as well," Trunks sniffled, finally looking over at his boyfriend, "Aren't you, Goten?"
The younger half-saiyan scratched the back of his head, and turned his eyes away, "Nah, I'm good," He mumbled, not wanting to get on Vegeta's shit-list so early.
Trunks frowned; he really wanted to go out to eat, and Goten was ruining everything! "Well, what about you, Goku?" He generally didn't care much for Goku, but he was the last hope of going to a restaurant.
A blank expression fell over Goku's features, and he touched a finger to his chin. "Yeah, I think I'm hungry," He said a little slowly, and then looked over at Vegeta and grinned, "All that flyin' worked up an appetite."
A smug, superior smile spread across Trunks' features, and he stuck his nose up at his father, "There you go," He said pompously, "Goku's hungry, too."
Vegeta rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically, "Fine, whatever," He ground out, and turned to walk toward the platform barrier.
"That was easy," Goten muttered when his boyfriend joined him at his side.
"Yeah, well you could have helped me out!" Trunks bitched.
"There is no way in hell that I'm getting on your father's bad side."
Both boys followed their fathers through the barrier, "My dad's not gonna do shit to you," Trunks continued, "Don't worry."
After many "I don't know's", and Trunks being whacked in the back of the head for threatening to set his owl out on his father, they ended up getting a table at a restaurant called McDuff's.
Goku's eyes widened a bit as he stared across the table at his son and Trunks. Trunks had his head propped in his hand, and was gazing at Goten with a look of pure adoration, while feeding his heavily-blushing boyfriend his own French fries. They seemed so absorbed with what they were doing, that they didn't notice Goku's stares, or Vegeta's scoffs.
"Did you know about this?" Goku asked Vegeta quietly, glancing back at the couple to make sure he wasn't being overheard.
"What does it matter?" Vegeta replied, stabbing his rare steak with his fork and cutting into it with his knife.
"It doesn't, but I don't know if Chi-Chi is going to approve of this," The younger saiyan's voice dropped lower, "You know how she feels about..." He nodded his head slightly toward Trunks.
"That's between you lot," The prince raised his tumbler of rum and Coke to his lips, and observed the sickeningly cute couple from over the rim, "I personally couldn't care less what the boy does, so long as he does his coursework and stays out of my way."
Goku made no comment, and continued working on his half-rack of ribs. He knew that Vegeta wasn't the most attentive when it came to his son, and he himself was rather lenient with both of his children, but Chi-Chi was a totally different story. She always had dreams of her youngest son settling down with a someone nice and respectful, like Gohan did. To her, Trunks was anything but nice and respectful. If she found out about this, she'd have a heart-attack.
"Oh, Trunks," Goten said, "You go on ahead and eat your food; I've got mine right here."
"But I like feeding you," Trunks pouted.
"Well they'll think we're up to somethin',"
The older teen rolled his eyes, "What do I care? They've seen us so far, and haven't said anything," He moved a little closer to his boyfriend, "I can't wait until we get back to my place," He wiped a bit of ketchup off of the corner of Goten's mouth with his finger, then licked it off, "I wanna be alone with you."
"You're not doing shit until you finish that food you pissed and moaned about," Vegeta said plainly, finishing his drink.
"Mind your own business, Dad," Trunks said, cutting his eyes at his father, and blushing at being called out.
"Trunks, please," Goten pleaded quietly, "Just listen to what he says."
"I'm not listening to a damn thing that douche-nugget says. I'm going to be of age in October, so I'm pretty much grown."
"Well," Vegeta started, "Since you're so grown up and all, you can pay for your own food that you haven't touched."
Trunks' face fell, "B-but dad! I don't have any Muggle money! Only Galleons and stuff!"
"Seems like a personal problem; I hope you like washing dishes," Vegeta smirked, and pushed himself from the table, "I'm going to the bar," He said to Goku, then walked off toward the counter where other people sat, buying drinks.
Goku smiled meekly at his son. He could feel the awkward tension building up, and did not want to be part of it. He also didn't feel much like drinking, being that he did enough of it the previous night. He then looked over at Trunks, "I'm sure he's only kidding," He then said to the boy, who stared moodily at his untouched burger. When the teen didn't respond, he followed Vegeta's actions and also went to the bar.
"He's such an asshole!" Trunks ground out, stabbing his sandwich with his fork in anger, "I wish Mom would have come and got us! At least she wouldn't have taken us to this stuck-up old people restaurant."
"Jus' be 'appy he took us shom'where," Goten responded thickly through a mouthful of food.
"Shut up, Goten," The older teen rolled his eyes, and stuck a fry in his mouth, "I don't see why the fuck you're standing up for that fucking dick-weed anyway."
"I'm not stickin' up for him, Trunks, don't start with me," The younger teen sighed, "I just don't wanna see you get in trouble, y'know?"
Trunks suddenly smiled, "You're so thoughtful, Goten," He leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend, "I love you," He looked into dark brown eyes, then glanced down at his lover's lips, "I really wanna go home now," He pressed his mouth to the one he was just staring at, and eagerly pushed through with his tongue.
Goten made a muffled sound of protest, startled by Trunks' actions and mood change, and placed his hands against his boyfriend's chest. Trunks mistook it for a loving gesture, and gripped the hands in his own. Beside the table, the waitress, who was coming to check on how things were, quickly turned on her heel at the sight of the two overly-hormonal teens making out.
Over at the bar, Vegeta downed his fourth shot, while Goku sipped slowly on his halfway watered-down gin and sprite.
"Now that the brats have each other to occupy themselves with, there will be no issues with us hooking up," Vegeta said, his tongue considerably loosened by the alcohol he was consuming. He still had his wits, though his composure was lessened a bit.
"I know," Goku responded, "I just kinda wish that we woulda did something earlier,"
"Well, if you weren't so damn shy, we could have."
"Sorry," The younger Saiyan responded sheepishly, "I just didn't think doing anything in the air was very...romantic," He said the last word in a whisper.
"Romantic?!" Vegeta sputtered, followed by harsh laughter, "What in the world possessed you into thinking I wanted to be romantic?"
"I dunno...I just..."
"Kakarrot, I'm not a roses and candle-lit dinner kind of person. That kind of tedious, mindless bullshit does nothing for me. But don't worry," He leaned toward Goku a little, "I'll make sure your first time will be very memorable." He smirked at Goku's blushing face, then quickly pulled back as he sensed his son coming their way.
"What were you doing?" Trunks demanded, "Why is Goku blushing like that?"
"I was telling a dirty joke, Trunks, what do you want?" Vegeta sighed, and then ordered another drink.
"You tell jokes?" The boy asked, tilting his head slightly, "Anywho...I wanna leave now, please," He added extra emphasis on the last word.
"After all that fuss you made of going out, and you're ready to leave now?" The prince downed the drink he was handed, and continued to observe his son, "Alright, then, but don't expect me to take you out again."
-8-
They finally got back to the castle later on in that afternoon. Goku and Vegeta went inside, while Goten and Trunks hung behind.
"C'mon, Goten," Trunks whined, tugging on his boyfriend's arm, "You asked your dad if it was okay to stay over, so that should be good enough,"
"Yeah, but he told me to make sure to check in with my mom, remember?" Goten replied, feeling slightly annoyed at Trunks' persistence.
Trunks frowned, "She'll get over it, Goten, please!" He gripped the front his boyfriend's white button-up shirt and tugged him forward, "Just stay with me; I want you to."
The younger half-saiyan rolled his eyes, "Trunks, you're going to be the death of me, and we haven't even been together barely a day," He grabbed one of Trunks' hands from off of his shirt, "C'mon, then, let's go."
Together they walked hand-in-hand into the castle. "I've forgotten how big this place is," Goten muttered to himself. He didn't have time to gawk, since Trunks insisted on dragging him through the foyer, hall (where both boys pointedly ignored the jeers and sneers given by the snotty paintings), and up the stairs.
Instead of turning to the east, like with Vegeta's bed room, Goten and Trunks went to the west. This hall was decorated identical to the east-wing's hall with the red and white tapestries, and Slytherin-marked tapestries.
The boys didn't walk nearly as far when they stopped at a wooden door that was exactly like the others in the hall, except for the massive amounts of stickers (advertising various bands, clothing brands, and witty slogans) covering its surface.
Trunks placed his hand on the doorknob, and he instantly frowned; something was wrong. He opened the door and turned on the lights. He looked around his enormous, darkly-decorated room suspiciously.
Goten didn't notice Trunks' strange behavior. He was instantly distracted, as always, by all the stuff in it. He couldn't help it, being that almost every inch of the black-painted walls were covered by metal and scream-o band posters (some moved, indicating Wizard bands; and others, Muggle bands, remained stationary). The red-curtained window directly across from the doorway displayed a spectacular view of the forest at the edge of the castle grounds, and snow-capped mountains beyond it.
Above the huge black-framed bed (with a red-cushioned headboard) proudly hung an obnoxiously large Gryffindor banner. Goten knew that Trunks only hung it there to annoy his father, because it was common knowledge at Hogwarts that Trunks was supposed to be placed in Slytherin, but chose the rival House instead.
He sat on the black and red covered bed, and then finally turned his attention to his boyfriend. "Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not," Trunks said, inspecting his neatly-organized computer desk, "Someone's been fucking around in here."
"It looks as if someone's been in here to clean," Goten observed, staring around again, "It was a wreck last time I seen it."
"I know!" The older teen fussed, "I was gonna do it when I got back--meaning today--but someone else felt the need to!"
"I really don't see the problem,"
Trunks glared at his boyfriend, "I hate people going through my shit! Do you want anyone going through your things when you're not around?!"
"My mom already does that shit even when I'm at home, so its not--"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Trunks let out a low growl, "I'm going to have to deal with this. I had a lock placed on this door to allow only me through; the only other person I know who would be able to get through the charm is Dad."
"Well, just ask him," Goten suggested, "Just don't blow up in his face,"
"Alright, just stay in here 'til I get back."
Trunks stomped out of the room, with no intentions of staying calm. He only said he would to keep Goten happy, "DAAAAAAAAAD!" He called at the top of his lungs. He was so enraged, that he had forgotten all about seeking his father's ki out. "DAAAAAAD! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOUUUU!"
He made it all the way to where the east and west wings met at the top of the wide staircase when an unfamiliar person caught his attention. His initial mission was suddenly removed from his thoughts at the sight of a slight, extremely good-looking, black-haired man walking directly in his--Trunks'--direction. The stranger's vacant, pale-blue eyes met with his own, and they seemed to stare straight through him, as if he were a mere phantasm.
"I don't ever remember seeing you here," Trunks blurted out when the man was within earshot.
"Hello to you too," The stranger said, with a bit of a bite in his tone, "You must be Vegeta's son," He eyed the uniform-clad younger man before him without expression, eyes lingering for a moment on the oddly-colored long hair.
Nice one, Trunks thought bitterly, "I'm sorry, we don't get very many visitors here; my name's Trunks," For added measure, he held a black-nailed hand out to shake the other's.
The stranger took the hand in his and smiled stoically, "Its quite alright," He said in his charming voice. He brought the hand he held up to his mouth and pressed his lips against it, eyes never leaving the widening cerulean ones that stared back. "My preferred name is Seventeen."
"H-h-how n-nice," Was all Trunks could stammer out. He had never met anyone who was as blunt with flirting as he was, so it caught him off guard.
"When Vegeta mentioned you," Seventeen continued, enjoying the teen's reactions, "I never imagined you to be the shy type; your father surely isn't."
Trunks blinked, allowing the shock caused by this alluring man to subside, "What do you mean?" He asked, "How do you know my dad?"
Seventeen deliberately took his time answering Trunks. He instead took a rolled joint that he had tucked behind his ear, that was otherwise unnoticed until now, and lit it, using a lighter he had fished from out of his jeans pocket. "We met at my job, and found we like a lot of the same things," He answered , allowing smoke to come out of his mouth with his words. He blew the rest of the putrid carbon out, not caring if it got in Trunks' face. "If you wish to know more, I believe you should ask your father yourself." He smiled once more, and brought the joint to his lips.
The younger male couldn't believe this guy's blatant disregard for, well, anything! His father would kill him if he was ever caught smoking in the castle, especially if it were marijuana. On top of that, the dude was being vague on purpose. He ought to be annoyed, but instead, he was impressed.
"Do you wanna hit it?" Seventeen asked, "You seem like you're tense about something." Without waiting for an answer, he held the joint out for Trunks to take.
Trunks took the joint, becoming more and more thrown-off buy this cool guy's attitude, "Thanks..." He muttered and brought the object to his mouth. It had been quite some time since he had partaken marijuana, and he was quite sure he'd make an ass of himself by choking. It was obvious that Seventeen was quite familiar with the illegal substance.
He took a drag, and instantly felt his throat burn. His eyes watered, and he felt as if he couldn't hold back. He felt as if he were dying, as he coughed, gripping his chest all the while.
"Oh, my," Seventeen giggled, "Is this your first time?"
"Been...a while..." Trunks choked out truthfully, holding the joint back out to its owner, "S-sorry..."
"You can have it," The black-haired man said, "I don't need it as much as you do." He gave another examining stare of the red-faced teen before saying, "I do hope we have another encounter soon; I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better," He bit his lower lip flirtatiously and raised his eyebrows quickly, then let them lower.
With a face red, not only from the smoke he ingested, but also from the embarrassment he felt from making a complete ass of himself in front of such a cute guy, Trunks watched said guy walk down the stairs. In his opinion, this guy just oozed cool! Why did he have to act like such an idiot?!
Now he was left standing alone with a lit marijuana cigarette smoking in his hand. If anyone caught him, he'd surely be in trouble. Still, it'd be a shame to waste such a generous offering from the sexy stranger. He brought the joint to his mouth for a second time and took a less-enthusiastic drag, so as to keep from choking as hard.
He French-inhaled the smoke, feeling so cool. He wondered where in the world that Seventeen fellow came from, and what kind of job he had that his--Trunks'--father would have visited and met him at. It was also obvious that the guy was here at the castle by himself; what could have happened to cause his father to trust a stranger like that so easily?
He'd just have to ask his dad himself. His body felt numb, and his head was reeling; he couldn't remember being this high last time he smoked. He completely forgotten the initial reason he was seeking his father out; so, with a new purpose, and a million questions in his head, he continued his journey to the east wing.
-8-
Meanwhile, Vegeta and Goku were holed up in the tower bed room. Seventeen had left to go to his apartment, then to work, so the two Saiyans were all alone.
Vegeta had a hold on Goku's wrists, pinning him down beneath him on the massive bed. He ravaged the other man's mouth; his intentions were solely on taking things to the next level.
Eager for more contact, Goku raised his hips up to grind against the older man's. He felt Vegeta's mouth leave his, and then press against his jaw line, "Are we gonna...?" He asked breathlessly.
The prince raised himself up onto his hands, still gripping the wrists he held. He peered down roguishly at the man beneath him, "The brats are busy occupying each other, why not take advantage of this moment? You're so hard already, and all we've been doing is making out." His ownhips ground deeper into the other's eager ones.
"You're one to talk," Goku responded with a smile.
Vegeta chuckled and released one of the younger saiyan's wrists. Using his free hand, he slid his hand up Goku's shirt. His fingertips danced across perfect, taut muscles, and he dipped his head down and planted a kiss on the larger man's sternum. He then began a trail downward using his mouth, tongue and teeth.
The younger saiyan gasped at the feeling of teeth pinching his flesh. He dug his hands in his aggressor's dark locks. Neither man was able to hear the sounds of a teenage boy walking up the stone steps.
"DA-AD!" Trunks called, climbing up the ladder. Vegeta and Goku (whose pants were now undone) quickly pulled apart.
"What the fuck do you want?!" Vegeta practically screamed as his son's head was visible from the floor-entrance of the room.
"I've been hunting you all over the place," Trunks exaggerated; he righted himself and straightened his pants, which had bunched up from the climb. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of his father and Goku on the bed, both looking a bit disheveled. "What's...going on here?"
"Nothing that concerns your nosy ass, that's for sure," Vegeta replied, "What the fuck is up with you?" He took in the red flush across his son's face, his dilated pupils, generally vacant expression, and faint smoky smell coming off of him. "Have you been smoking dope, boy?"
"WHA--?! NO! " Trunks lied quickly, shutting his thoughts out, being that he knew his father was an accomplished Legilimens. Thankfully, though, he was awfully handy at Occlumency, so his father couldn't tell that he actually did smoke weed. "Besides," He continued, calm once more, "even if I did, how would you know?! You don't know about pot! I bet you haven't even tried it!"
"I haven't." He answered in a bored tone, "Just because I refuse to rely on crutches for the weak, does not mean that I don't know the effects."
"Don't rely on crutches, eh? Well you seem to enjoy drinking, a lot, and alcohol is a drug."
"Mind your own damn business,"
"Then you mind yours."
"Let's just agree to disagree," Vegeta growled lowly and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, "Now, for the sake of my sanity, please tell me what the why the hell you're here bothering me and not bothering Kakarrot's brat?"
"Oh, yeah," Trunks chuckled stupidly, "Who was that cute guy with the long hair, and what is he doing here? He told me that you let him stay, or something like that."
"So what?" The prince shrugged, "He needed the company, since he lives alone."
The teen narrowed his eyes, "Since when have you cared?"
"Since when was it any of your business? Now, if you are done, please get the fuck outta my room."
"Oh! Hold up! I remember the real reason I had to come back here!" Trunks felt victorious, and he slowly inched toward the massive bed, "Someone's been fucking around with my stuff!"
Vegeta gave a small chuckle, "And how do you reason that?"
"'Cause my lock wasn't activated on my doorknob, and someone rearranged my shit. The only person who is able to unlock my door is you, dad!"
"Oh, so you're saying that I was messing around in your disgusting bed room?"
"How would you know it was disgusting unless you were in there, eh? Think about it." Trunk's face broke out into a smug grin, "And you know, I don't go messing with--"
"Out!" Vegeta snapped, brandishing his finger in the direction of the man-hole.
"--any of your shit. In fact, I don't even come up here! Dad--"
"OUT!" The prince screamed this time.
"--Stay the fuck outta my room!"
This time, Vegeta, completely enraged at this point, hopped off of the bed and advanced menacingly on his son.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Trunks insisted, and began climbing down the ladder, "Don't have to be such a..."
But whatever Vegeta was, no one found out, since Trunks was too far down the manhole to really be heard properly.
-8-
"I think our dad's are doing something together," Trunks said moodily as he flung his bed room door open. He was still upset that his father had to be a total buzz-killing douche-bag to him; he only wanted to know about the hot guy and why the hell someone was messing in his room, that's all.
"Are you on something?!" The younger half-saiyan's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. "Dude, don't be bull-shitting me."
"I'm n-n-not!" Trunks lied quickly, looking away, scared that Goten would see his bloodshot eyes, "When I went to the tower, your dad and my dad were on the bed together, and I could-a sworn that your dad's pants were unbuttoned." He smiled and nodded his head, as if there was no way that he could be wrong.
"There is nothing going on with our dads," The younger teen scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah-huh there is! Why would they wanna be alone together like that? It makes no sense unless there was something going on."
"Maybe they were talking?"
"My dad doesn't talk! Then again, my dad doesn't house complete strangers, either." He shook his head, "He invited this totally hot dude to live with us, or something."
Goten blinked, "Hot? Like, how hot? And is he a wizard?"
Trunks shrugged, "I wouldn't know; Dad didn't get in trouble with the ministry for the dude being around magical stuff." He then stared off blankly, and touched a finger to his chin, "But my dad practically is the ministry, so maybe he could get by with it."
"But what if this guy is a serial killer, or a rapist!" His voice lowered, as if he were about to say something taboo, "You could be violated by that guy!"
The older teen gave a small laugh, "Well I'd much rather him be a rapist, know what I mean?" He flashed a devilish grin at his boyfriend, "You should have seen him...so fucking cute."
"You're such a pig, Trunks!" Goten crossed his arms over his chest, "We ain't even been together a day, let alone changed out of our Hogwarts uniforms, and you're already lusting after someone else."
"Don't act so jealous," The older boy raised his eyebrows, "Anywho, it seems like our parents will be rather busy with each other, talking," He gave a roguish smile and leaned forward, "I think that we can have some fun without getting," He pressed his lips to his boyfriend's, "Caught."
The younger half-saiyan's heartbeat started quickening. This sudden change in topics, and mood put the teen off a bit, but he still understood fully what Trunks was talking about, "Y-y-you mean, you w-wanna have s-sex?"
"Of course sex, what else would I mean? " He kissed Goten once more, "Why are you nervous? Don't you wanna fuck me? If its about that new guy, I'll take back anything I said."
Goten shook his head, "N-no--er--Its not that dude," He took in a quick breath, "Its just that, isn't it a bit early? I-I mean I do want you, and all, don't get me wrong."
"But I've been in love with you for so long! I couldn't possibly think of not wanting to have sex with you!" A sudden smile spread across the older boy's face, "I know what I can do,"
"T-Trunks, I--Oh, god, what are you...?"
"If you don't wanna fuck," Trunks began, unbuttoning his boyfriend's jeans, "Then at least let me do this."
"T-t-that's not necessary," Goten started gasping at the feeling of Trunks' hands on his sensitive length.
"I've always wanted to do this to you," The older half-saiyan gripped his boyfriend's cock in his hand and flicked his tongue across the tip. "I can make you feel really good."
The younger teen's jaw dropped slightly at the sight of his cock disappearing between his boyfriend's lips. He couldn't imagine Trunks being so good at giving head; he let his body relax and fall back, enjoying the amazing feelings he was so graciously given.
-8-
"Don't be so rough!" Goku whined as Vegeta jerked his pants down a little too hastily.
"Well, what if I like it rough?" Vegeta argued, tossing the pants aside, "Don't be a pussy about it." He caressed the younger man's hard-on with the tips of his fingers, then gripped it in his hand, "I've already told you, I'm not going to fuck you gently; so deal with it, or I can make you. Either way, you're going to like it."
Goku blushed at his lover's crass choice of words. "Do you have to be so...so..."
"Dirty?" The older man asked, smirking. He bent down to allow his tongue to join his hand on Goku's length. He ran the wet appendage upward, then downward, "Sex isn't fun unless its dirty, Goku," Once again, he purred the earth-given name, and gave the cock one last lick before sitting up completely.
Ignoring his lover's small noise of protest, the prince slid his shirt off and tossed it lazily to the floor. Next came his jeans, which also joined the small pile of clothes.
Goku bit his lip at the sight of the older man, who smiled even wider upon noticing the exuberant look he was given. "Tease..." He muttered.
"Don't make it so easy, then," Vegeta responded, throwing the bunched-up blankets back to search for the bottle of lube he had brought out sometime before Trunks' interruption.
The younger man eyed the bottle warily. He was still unsure about having sex, though his body really wanted it. "You're ready now?" He asked, not really thinking about what he had just said.
Vegeta stared for a moment, as if trying to wonder just how idiotic the man sharing the bed with him could be, "Considering the fact that I've been sporting this hard-on since we've been in here," He began with the most sarcastic tone he could muster, "I'd say yes, I'm quite ready to have your ass. It would be even better if you stopped acting so shy about it!"
"Sorry, Vegeta," Goku said, sitting up. "The only experience I have is those times when Chi-Chi and I would sleep together. Thing is, is she just lays there and tells me to hurry up, or asks if I'm done yet."
"How sad," The prince said flatly, and uncaringly, "Now, would you please take your shirt off?"
"Jerk..." The younger man muttered under his breath once more as he raised the fabric over his head. He barely had a moment to throw the shirt aside when he was once more pinned down on the bed.
"Stop saying shit under your breath!" Vegeta growled, his face inches from the other's.
Goku frowned and heaved his body so that way the smaller man was underneath him this time. "Then stop acting like a jerk!" He watched Vegeta's mouth curl upward into a small smirk; and then to the prince's dark eyes which repeatedly, purposely, glanced down at his own mouth.
Vegeta's hands snaked up into the younger man's hair, pushing the head down, so that their lips could meet. "I want you," He murmured against Goku's mouth, "To put," He allowed his tongue to snake out and slip across the other man's lower lip, "Your mouth to good use."
The younger saiyan raised his head slightly to look at the older one. "My...OH!" He gave a small giggle upon realizing what Vegeta was asking of him.
"That was easy," The prince noted. He watched as his lover dipped down and ran a long tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. "Now whose the tease?"
"Payback," Goku corrected, then wrapped his mouth around the head and gently sucked, staring up insolently at the older man.
"You keep thinking that,"
Vegeta laid his hand on the back of Goku's head and pushed down. He felt the younger man's hands grip his thighs painfully at the sudden intrusion. "Don't try to get cute with me, Kakarrot," He continued to say, allowing his lover's head to rise up, only to be pushed down again.
Goku's hands eased their grips on Vegeta's hips as he became accustomed to his body's motions. He steadied himself with his hands into a more comfortable position, pressed his tongue against the length in his mouth, creating more friction.
A moan of approval escaped the prince's lips and he removed his hand from Goku's head as he leaned all of the way back. He knew that that idiot's big mouth was good for something! "Just like that," He whispered.
Eager for his own release, Goku quickens his pace. He figured he was doing fine, being that the man he was pleasuring started breathing heavier, and growling lowly. He slipped one of his hands down to cradle a pair of balls in his palm, while the fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft.
Vegeta's back arched as the sensual feelings built up inside him. "Swallow it," He said, and his jaw dropped slightly, then clenched shut; his body convulsed as he released in Goku's mouth.
Goku felt his lover's cock throb in his mouth, followed by warm fluid, which spilled a bit out of the corner of his mouth. He raised himself up, and wiped stray semen off of the corner of his mouth. "Your welcome," He said a bit cockily.
"I told you...about getting cute," The prince warned, breathing a bit heavily. He sat up straight and grabbed one of Goku's ankles. Just to be a jerk, he stroked the bottom of the younger man's foot with the forefinger of his free hand.
"What are you...? Stop that!" Goku tried to snatch his foot back, but Vegeta had a firm grip on his ankle. The older man grinned wickedly and continued his torturous ministrations, ignoring the younger's laugh-mixed pleas.
When he figured the insolent idiot needed a break from laughing, Vegeta's hand slid from the ankle and up a well-muscled leg. "Had enough?" He asked, smirk still playing on his features. He dipped down and kissed the inside of the leg. "'Cause I haven't," He ran his tongue along the warm flesh. While still working with his mouth, he took a free hand and squeezed the junction in Goku's leg, causing the rest of the body to jump, and its owner to yelp.
"What's wrong?" The older man teased, raising himself up to admire the hickey he left on his lover's leg, "Where's all that attitude you had earlier?" Without waiting for a response, he decided to continue his assault on his victim; he ran his tongue along the still-erect length, then lowered his mouth around it.
Before Goku could enjoy the feelings of his lover's mouth, Vegeta had raised himself up from between his legs. His heart started beating faster as he watched the older man throw back the covers to reveal a momentarily-forgotten bottle of lube that was taken from the bedside table sometime before Trunks' intrusion.
The prince smiled and poured a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his hand, then ran the hand over his length, coating it.
"Lay down," Vegeta ordered, tossing the bottle aside, then taking a firm hold of the younger man's legs. Goku gave a slightly worried look, but obeyed nonetheless. The prince raised himself up onto his knees and pulled on the legs he held until his hips and slick length pressed against his lover's ass, which was raised off of the bed. He felt the body tense, and heard Goku's sharp intake of breath as he slowly slipped himself inside.
Wincing from the intrusion, Goku wrapped his legs around Vegeta's waist to help keep his lower half from falling. He had never had sex in any position except for missionary, and the few occasions that Chi-Chi decided to be on top.
"Relax," Vegeta insisted and began rocking his hips rhythmically. He felt the younger man's body slowly slacken as he became accustomed to the pain.
The younger saiyan couldn't help but allow a small whimper escape his lips. Vegeta's movements became rougher and faster, but he was determined to show no pain. However, his tightly-shut eyes were a sure give-away.
The feelings of pain were soon replaced with pleasure, and soft moans were heard from both men. Goku finally braved opening his eyes slightly to watch his lover's still-oiled hand slide up and down his shaft. His flushed face turned redder; how could something that was no different than what he did to himself occasionally be so erotic? He reckoned that it was the fact that someone else, Vegeta, was jacking him off.
The hand that Vegeta used to grip the younger man's hip tightened its grip. His breathing became heavier, and a light sheen of sweat covered his body. He stared down at Goku's upward-angled body; perfect muscles flexed and twitched with the ever-building pleasure, large hands gripped desperately at the sheets beneath him, and dark brown eyes opened a bit more to meet his black ones.
Goku couldn't believe that Vegeta had him in such a submissive position. It was rather embarrassing to have his rival hear him moaning like a whore, to be enjoying the other's body moving against his.
Vegeta's grip on him was becoming painful; he was rather glad that Chi-Chi never asked him for sex, because he was definitely going to leave with questionable marks on his body. Vegeta's movements were merciless and almost violent; the sounds of flesh slapping together mingled with the loud, unadulterated moans. Suddenly, he felt the prince's body tense, and his body ceased its movements. He felt the cock within him throb as his lover was first to climax.
Thankful that the hand on his own length kept moving, it was barely a few seconds afterward that Goku released. His stomach and Vegeta's hand were well-coated in his fluids.
Both men's bodies relaxed, and Goku collapsed on his back, while Vegeta fell next to him. Both saiyans breathed heavily and said nothing to each other, as each reveled in the aftermath of their incredible sexual experience.
Before the younger saiyan could voice his opinion, the low, whirring sound of a phone vibrating somewhere on the floor.
"I think that's my phone," Goku said. He leaned over off of the bed until he was touching the floor. He grabbed his discarded jeans and fished through the pocket, pulling out the vibrating cell phone.
"Ignore it," Vegeta ordered, folding his hands behind his head against the pillows.
"But its Chi-Chi, Goku protested, "What in case something's wrong?"
"If it is," The prince said, "Then just consider it your lucky day; now, please, ignore it."
did just that. Barely a moment later, the phone stared to vibrate again. The younger saiyan looked uncertainly at the older. He then just shut the phone off altogether.
Vegeta smiled, "Ready for another go?"
"I'm still getting over round one!" The younger man sighed.
"I'll get you over it real quick," The prince growled, rolling on top of his lover. He spread Goku's legs open with his knees; their mouths met, as did their tongues. Goku's cock throbbed and re-hardened at the feeling of the other rubbing up against it.
Suddenly, there was a loud vibration heard from the bedside table. "Fucking hell," Vegeta groaned. He reached over and grabbed the cell phone. "Your fucking wife better have something good to say," He threatened. He answered the phone, and instantly pulled it away from his ear.
Chi-Chi was yelling so loud that even Goku could hear what she was saying. "WHERE'S GOKU!?" The woman screamed.
Vegeta said nothing and held the phone out to the man in question. Goku took the phone gingerly and answered.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF GETTING YOU A PHONE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO ANSWER IT?!" Chi-Chi hollered.
"S-sorry, Chi--"
"YOU GO OUT AND DRINK ALL NIGHT--AND WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START DRINKING ANYWAY? REGARDLESS, WHERE'S GOTEN?!"
"He wanted to chill out with Trunks, I thought he told you."
"NO HE DIDN'T! I HAVEN'T SEEN THE BOY SINCE HE GOT BACK! I WANT YOU TO COME HOME NOW!"
"A-alright,"
Goku lowered the phone from his ear, completely mortified. "I have to go," He said quietly, "Sorry, 'Geta."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You're a grown fucking man, why the hell do you want some bitch controlling what you do!"
"Well, I have to get Goten home, and--"
"So, just tell the brat to go home!"
"But then they'll get all suspicious, Vegeta, just let me go, 'cause I'm gonna hear Chi-Chi's mouth whether I go now or later. Best to get it all done with." He slid off of the bed and began collecting his clothes.
"Fine," The prince huffed, "Go play husband with your precious wife."
"Don't be like that, 'Geta, I'll be back." Goku whined. With his clothing bunched in his hands, he leaned over on the bed and tried to kiss the older saiyan. Vegeta, however, groaned and, turned his head away and waved his hand in Goku's face, swatting him away.
"See ya later, then," The younger saiyan said, clearing his throat. He finished dressing and left the bed room.
-8-
"You are seriously the most frustrating guy I know!" Trunks huffed, folding his arms across his chest, and sitting back against the couch. He and Goten had dressed in normal clothes and migrated to one of the larger sitting rooms, where both boys decided to play video games together. "You get me all turned on, and then deny me!"
"You just can't keep it in your pants," Goten responded distractedly, his eyes never leaving the enormous television, upon which he was shooting people. "I have better self-control."
"So, you don't get turned on by me?" The older teen looked dolefully at his boyfriend.
"Of course I do!" The younger boy paused his game and looked at the disheartened teen next to him.
"But you won't have sex with me," Trunks responded, making it sound more like a statement and not a question.
Goten sighed, "I just wanna wait, Trunks, I thought we already talked about it, "I made the last person I went out with wait three months."
"Well, I have a cut-off period!" The older half-saiyan snapped, glaring angrily.
"So, all I am's a piece of ass, eh?"
"What?! No way, Goten, I just," Trunks slid his hand up his boyfriend's leg, "Can't help myself. You're so perfect, and anyone would be crazy not to want you as badly as I do." He leaned close to the younger teen, and nuzzled against his shaggy black hair.
Goten blushed a bit at Trunks' words. The hand gently rubbing in between his legs didn't help the situation, either.
"Sorry to interrupt," Goku said suddenly, catching both boys off-guard. Trunks deftly pulled his hand away and moved to the furthest end of the couch, making it look as if they weren't ever even sitting close to each other.
"What's wrong?" Goten asked, quickly adjusting his pants so that his boner wasn't as evident.
"We hafta go home; your mother ain't very happy,"
"Nuh-uh, Goku!" Trunks interjected, grabbing on his boyfriend's hand, "You said that he could stay!"
"Trunks, just let me go," The younger boy sighed, pulling his hand away, "I don't wanna get in more trouble." He stood up and scratched the back of his head.
"Well, at least call me," The older insisted, standing up as well. He planted a quick kiss on his boyfriend's mouth; if Goku weren't around, they'd be making out instead.
"I will," Goten smiled and turned to walk with his father.
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