Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Marron Sandwich 2: Yours, Mine, and Ours ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

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The Marron Sandwich 2: Yours, Mine, and Ours

By Kinomi

"It is sooo nice to be on vacation." Trunks murmured, folding his arms behind his head. The brilliant sun of the Papaya Islands baking he and Goten to a golden brown as they listened to the soft roar of the surf. Goten mumbled agreement, already dozing in the lounge chair next to Trunks - even though they had only arrived at the resort a few hours earlier.

"This sun feels so good. I can see why people live on tropical islands, huh Marron?" Trunks asked, looking to his left where Marron was huddled in a pool of shade on her beach chair under an umbrella, a floppy straw hat and a loose cover-up. Trunks was less than fond of the short gauzy sundress that covered the wicked red bikini he'd bought her for the trip as he watched her furiously applying sunscreen.

"Speak for yourself. You and Goten get as brown as nuts in five minutes while I'm just gonna get burned." She griped.

Goten opened one sleepy eye behind his sunglasses at Marron's comment. "But you grew up on the beach, Marron." He said.

"The sun is much stronger this far south, Goten. I can't stay out as long as you guys." She said sensibly. "That's why I brought the umbrella and the hat."

Trunks gave her a grin and leaned over toward her. "The umbrella and the hat are one thing - but that cover thing has got to go. I want to see that bikini I bought you on." Trunks purred. Marron blushed.

"And I wanna see the bikini OFF so wake me when we get to that part." Goten said. Trunks laughed, and Marron huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Is that all you two ever think about? Sex?" She inquired archly.

"Yes." They replied in unison.

"Humph. Sex with me…or sex with each other?" She asked slyly, trying to catch them. Trunks and Goten glanced at each other before turning to her.

"Yes." They repeated.

Marron rolled her eyes and threw her hands up, getting out of her chair. "I'm going to go get a drink." She snapped and stalked up the beach toward the bar without even seeing if Trunks or Goten wanted one. Trunks twisted in his chair, watching his girlfriend cross the beach to the palm frond thatched bar by the pool. The sheer gauzy sundress showing hints of the hot red bikini she wore underneath in tantalizing glimpses as the fabric swirled around her thighs.

"Damn…" Trunks whistled appreciatively, earning himself a quick glare over her shoulder from Marron. Trunks couldn't help but notice every male head on the beach swiveling to track Marron as she made her way to the bar.

"How's she look?" Goten asked.

"She is so damn sexy when she's pissed off. Have you ever noticed?" Trunks told his lover. "We are two lucky guys…you realize that don't you?"

Goten pushed his sunglasses up on his head before turning to look after Marron with Trunks. "Yeah, we have the best of both worlds. But I just can't help but wonder sometimes what's in it for Marron." Goten speculated. Trunks frowned and turned to Goten a moment before looking back across the beach at Marron as she waited for her drink.

"What do you mean?" Trunks asked in disbelief. "She has two incredibly hot guys who love her." Trunks said, turning back in his chair to face the ocean again. Like the discussion was closed.

"Mmmm." Goten mused. "She has competition for your attention, two lovers to satisfy in bed… I don't know, Trunks. Sometimes I wonder why she stays with us, is it just sex? I wonder if she's really happy with the situation is all." Goten shrugged.

Trunks stared thoughtfully over the ocean pondering Goten's words. It was true that Marron had seemed increasingly short tempered with them lately. He wondered if Goten was right, and what had changed. She had seemed happy enough with the new arrangement after they had made their peace before Christmas. She had moved in with them a few months later and the three of them had been together ever since, almost a year and a half. In fact that's why Trunks had brought them to the Papaya Island resort, as a sort of belated anniversary gift.

"What do you think is making her unhappy? Do you think we're neglecting her?" Trunks asked. Goten was still looking over his shoulder toward the bar, his mouth set in a grim line.

"Maybe. Or maybe the opposite. Maybe we're smothering her. Maybe two of us is getting to be too much for her." Goten growled. Trunks turned his head to see what had so captured Goten's attention.

Marron sat at the bar, drinking some huge concoction with umbrellas sticking out of it. What made Trunks' eyebrows snap down in a frown was the handsome blonde man who sat on the barstool next to her, obviously hitting on her. And Marron, to his everlasting annoyance, was soaking up the attention like a sponge, smiling and twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"She's flirting with him!" Trunks stated in outrage. As if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"I see that." Goten replied dryly. "Thirsty?" He asked Trunks with an arched eyebrow. Trunks gave him an equally wicked grin.

"You know…I think I am."

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Marron yanked the light flowered summer dress she'd brought down over her head roughly. Pulling her long hair out of the neckline to fall down her back in a golden spill. Hours later and she was still seething over the nerve of Trunks and Goten.

She couldn't even have a drink with an attractive man without those two going ballistic. She hadn't said much more than hello to the good looking blonde at the bar when up stomped the dynamic duo to get all cave man on her and chase the poor guy off.

She forced herself to stop frowning so she could put on a touch of makeup, she really didn't need much - just a little lipstick and mascara. Still stinging from the humiliation of having Trunks and Goten possessively lay a 'claim' to her in front of everyone. Earning her jealous and spiteful looks from every single woman at the resort for the rest of the day. Unsettling her. She knew that from the outside it looked like she had the ideal situation. A dream come true, two gorgeous guys in her bed instead of one, but looks could be deceiving. She loved Trunks, she always had. She was glad when they had managed to salvage their relationship, even if it meant she had to share him with Goten. She loved Goten too - he was her best friend.

At first it had seemed the perfect solution for the three of them to be lovers. But Marron couldn't help but feel that she was little better than a toy for them. The sex was great; fantastic even…she couldn't complain when they maneuvered her body into positions to please the three of them. It was out of bed that the troubles had started. Sex could only carry a relationship so far; she needed love and caring too. She needed a boyfriend. Not a porno fantasy come true.

But despite their agreement she didn't feel like she was "their" girlfriend at all. She felt like a spectator to Trunks and Goten's relationship. She knew that the two of them had sex without her, she'd caught them at it often enough, yet she had only slept with Trunks alone a handful of times in a year, and never with Goten. It was a double standard that they never saw.

Case in point, as she heard a low moan come from the sitting area of their suite. She scowled in the mirror. If she hadn't locked herself in the bedroom to be alone they would probably be doing it right in front of her. They were worse than rabbits. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her suspicions; they would be late for dinner. She stomped to the bedroom door and unlocked it, throwing it wide.

She stared at the scene before her with jaded eyes. She'd been with them too long for anything to shock her, and despite her anger with them she could still appreciate their beauty as their muscled bodies moved together. Many a time she had watched in rapt fascination as they took each other, some Saiyan dynamic she never understood making each encounter between them a test of strength and will, for one to dominate the other. They were much more restrained when they included her in their sex play, understanding the limits of her more fragile female human form. It was only when they were alone together that they seemed to really let themselves go. Now she tucked a lock of her long hair behind her ear and stared at them with hard eyes, waiting for them to notice her, wondering if they would. Caring very little if they did or not.

She waited silently in the doorway as Goten slammed into Trunks a final time, growling at him loudly as they both reached their completion together. Goten lowered Trunks' legs from his shoulders and flopped back on his end of the couch panting and sweat soaked. Marron had a vindictive urge to applaud, but instead she waited motionless, leaning in the doorway behind Goten. Trunks opened his eyes slowly as he panted, his eyes meeting hers over Goten's head and he smiled as if nothing were wrong.

"Hey," Trunks said softly, "you came back out. Sorry we didn't wait for you. But give us a minute or two and we'll be ready again. Why are you still dressed?"

Slow boiling rage made Marron's eyes spark with blue fire - they really didn't get it. But what could she expect? They were men. "Don't do me any favors." She said icily, her anger making her voice low and husky. Trunks smiled, thinking her voice reflected desire and passion. Goten leaned his head all the way back to look at her upside down, his handsome face showing concern as he heard the irritation in her voice.

"Marron…are you angry with us?" Goten asked her softly. Marron snapped her gaze down to him, glaring at him a moment before she gave him a frosty smile.

"Of course not, Goten. Whatever would I have to be angry about? After all this is YOUR relationship. I'm just a bystander and occasional participant. Don't mind me at all." She said sarcastically and before they could respond she spun on her heel and stalked to the door, grabbing her small clutch purse from the table. "I'M going to dinner…don't wait up." She barked and fled out the door, slamming it hard behind her. She walked briskly down the white hallway of the hotel toward the elevator.

"Marron!" She heard Trunks bellow from behind her. "Get back in here!"

She glanced over her shoulder to see Trunks standing in the middle of the hallway buck-naked. She scowled at him and kept right on going. "Bugger off, Trunks!" She snapped over her shoulder.

"Goddamn it, Marron!" She heard him yell and risked another glance to see him striding down the hall after her wearing only a scowl. She knew what that look meant…trouble. She squealed and broke into a run for the elevator, her hair flying out behind her and her sandals snapping against the soles of her feet.

"Trunks, for god's sake come back in here and put something on!" She heard Goten call.

Marron could sense Trunks right behind her and she dodged to the side, darting away from the elevators toward the stairs. She heard Trunks swear as his hand, which had been about to grab her by the back of the dress, closed on empty air.

"Don't run from me, Marron. You won't like me when I catch you if you make me chase." He warned, lunging for her again. Again, Marron shot around him, back toward the elevators. Trunks hadn't realized she was so agile, but she was little and quick as she ran, her pretty floral dress hugging her body. Trunks suddenly had visions of dragging her back to their room and making Goten hold her down while he tore that little sundress off her with his teeth and taught her a lesson. Starting over his knee.

The elevator doors dinged open and Marron threw herself toward the interior of the car desperately, as Trunks launched himself at her. Ignoring the shocked gasps of the couples on the elevator as Trunks' hand closed over her wrist, but he didn't have a good hold as his momentum carried him past the elevator door. Marron wrenched her hand free, losing her purse in the process. She stabbed the door close button frantically and nearly sobbed in relief when the doors slid shut, just as Trunks was recovering to come after her again. She could still see his handsome scowling face as he grabbed for her again, not caring who saw him naked.

She darted out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened, half expecting to see Trunks standing there waiting for her in all his glory, but only the lobby greeted her. She ran from the curious and uneasy looks of the elevator's occupants, wanting to put as much space between her and the boys as she could. She had expected them to ignore her when she left; she hadn't expected Trunks to chase her at all. And now he had her purse.

She plunged out into the night. The resort was in the more tropical eastern part of the Papaya Islands, nestled in the lush jungle like terrain. The heat was sultry even at night, bringing a light dew of perspiration to her body as she hurried down the torch lit path toward one of the resorts many entertainment areas. She'd feel better in a crowd, like that would somehow protect her from Trunks and Goten finding her. Who was she kidding? Trunks wouldn't care, he'd strip her bare where she stood. He had no shame. No…she had to hide. To let them cool off.

She didn't know what Trunks was so angry about. She was the one who had reason to be mad, but the thought gave her no comfort as she remembered Trunks' face. He had to be pretty pissed to have come after her naked. She saw a fork in the path ahead; the right fork would take her to the dance floors and bars close to the beach. The left would take her deeper into the jungle where the falls and hot tubs were. She knew one of the reasons Trunks had wanted to come to this resort was because of the many private waterfall fed pools that spotted the jungle at the base of the cliffs, the resort itself being nestled between the cliffs and the beach. Without hesitation she took the left path. Maybe she could find a quiet spot to hide for a few hours until her lovers gave up looking for her or calmed down. She had no doubt that Trunks would come looking as soon as he could get some clothes on. That look in his eyes had promised she would pay…and Trunks was good at making her pay.

She could hear soft voices coming from some of the pools, telling her they were occupied by couples looking for privacy, even if she hadn't looked to the directional signs that indicated the same. After walking for what felt like forever she found one waterfall pool that wasn't taken and she quickly claimed it, moving the marker to show occupied. If she were lucky Goten and Trunks would never make it this far…not if they had to check every pool. Hopefully they would assume she had sought out a crowd and would look for her on the dance floor or at the bar.

The night was alive with sounds, insects and the soft roar of the waterfall as it cascaded down into a rocky pool. The resort had installed fairy lights to provide enough ambient light to enjoy the sensuous settings. Residing herself to a wait, Marron kicked off her sandals and sat on the smooth rock of the pools edge, dipping her feet into the cool water.

Now that she was away from them and could get some perspective, she was starting to feel remorse for how she had handled things. Maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut back at the room, but as usual she let her temper get the best of her. That was usually how she got into trouble with Trunks. Goten she got along with just fine. She and Trunks had always dealt with each other intensely though, fighting and making up with equal passion. Sometimes she wondered if they were too much alike, but she quickly dismissed the idea as nonsense.

The water looked very cool and inviting, and she bit her lip. It was so humid and warm here, the air was like a thick wet hand that wrapped around her, making her light dress stick to her uncomfortably. Impulsively, she shed her clothes and slid naked into the cool water. She'd just take a short swim to cool herself off before she had to face up to Trunks and Goten.

She swam toward the waterfall with strong sure strokes. She wouldn't lose it with them so often if she didn't care about them so much. She just wanted to be accepted, to be loved by them as an equal…not just their toy. And that's what she felt like most of the time, a great big interactive sex toy for them. Well, she wanted more.

Turning over on her back she floated in the center of the large pool, closing her eyes and just drifting as she let the serenity of the water and the white noise of the fall fill her ears and wash her anger and resentment away. There was a solution to every problem; she just had to find the one that would work for them. And much to her chagrin, she had to admit that flying off the handle with them probably wasn't it. She shouldn't expect them to read her mind…as much as it would make life easier if they could, and she resigned herself to apologizing when she went back to the room later. Hoping Trunks wouldn't make a big deal about it.

She tread water, luxuriating in the sensual feel of the water on her bare skin, of being one with nature. She tipped her face up to the waterfall and the sky beyond. The stars now hidden behind the inevitable rain clouds that kept this part of the Papaya Islands so verdant.

She heard the noise even as the first whisper of the night rain began falling, a rustle coming from the dense jungle near the head of the path. Marron closed her eyes to the downpour and opened her senses, trying to remember what her father had taught her so many years ago, she had a pretty good idea that someone was watching her from the dark, based on intuition. She also had a damn good idea of who it was, too.

She ducked her face into the water to hide her wild grin. So Trunks thought he could sneak up her, did he? Bad boy. She should teach him a lesson; let him know what it was like to always have to watch. She felt a rush of feminine power at the thought, let him burn for her the way she did for him. Let him beg for it, it would serve him right.

Ducking under the water, she swam to the shallower part of the pool and rose slowly, letting the water sluice over her. She reached up and wrung the water from her long hair, sending it cascading down over the hills and valleys of her body. The water was hip deep, just barely kissing the thatch of darker blonde hair between her legs. She turned her face up to the rain, raising her arms in a gesture of acceptance before folding them behind her head and thrusting her breasts out in an aggressively sensual stance.

Turning her head slightly, she looked in the direction she sensed Trunks' ki, the thought of his eyes on her made her nipples tingle and she brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back, remembering the feel of having Trunks and Goten both suckling at her breasts at once, as she plucked gently at her nipples with her fingers. She felt hot, like the rain that rolled over her should evaporate into steam as it hit her body. She was burning up.

She lifted herself onto a flat rock at the edge of the pool, making certain that Trunks would be able to get an eyeful as she leaned back on the cool surface. The rain was lightening to a whisper as she touched herself, running her hands over her wet skin, making it run off her flat belly in sensual rivulets that trickled their way down her hips and between her thighs. Erotic images flooded over her as she trailed her hand down over her breasts, her belly, and lower…

She caressed her secret flesh with a languid idleness, thinking about him watching her, until the memory of Trunks and Goten's passionate, intense, lovemaking seized her in its grip, replaying across her mind vividly. Her nipples tightened, and her sex grew flushed and swollen with liquid longing at the thought of their strong, but gentle hands on her. Trunks' ardent mouth as he coaxed and urged her to new heights of pleasure, Goten's big beautiful body and his insatiable cock, that first perfect moment as Trunks pushed relentlessly into her…

Her legs opened, and her fingers delved tenderly into her own sultry flesh, seeking that blissful sweet spot. Her hips moved in a subtle pulsing motion, her back arched and her breasts jutting out, pink and swollen. She caressed them too as she spread her thighs like a goddess offering herself to some deity.

In the bushes, Trunks watched in rapt fascination as Marron played with herself. His white linen shirt and loose pants were soaked from the rain and sticking to his overheated skin. His hair plastered to his head and water running down his face in rivers from where a broad flat leaf above him drained directly on top of his head. But he couldn't move, couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He'd gone out looking for her after throwing some clothes on, determined to find out why she seemed bent on making them all miserable. And to break the arm of any man who dared go near her. He'd had plans for what he'd do to her when he found her, turning her over his knee and paddling her cute backside crossing his mind more than once for running off on he and Goten so she could go flirt again, but all thoughts of punishing her melted away as he'd come across her swimming in the pool. Looking like some water sprite as she drifted in the dark water, her hair floating out around her. She was so damned beautiful…and so damned irritating at times.

Like now, part of him wanted to storm out of the bushes and demand that she cover herself. Who knew who could come along and see her like that? Legs spread, the low light shining on the glistening dew of her flushed cunt. Her little body writhing on the rain soaked stone. The other part of him wanted to fall on her, to be the phantom lover she was welcoming into her body. To drive into her deep and hard and bathe his cock in that succulent moisture he couldn't tear his eyes away from, except for brief glances at her rosy breasts, her full parted lips as she gasped.

She must know that he was watching her from the jungle, she must be putting her little show on for him and he bit his knuckle against the feral growl rumbling in his throat. She was playing with fire to taunt him this way. If she pushed him too far there was no telling what would happen if he lost his razor edge of control. His body was tensed and as hard as granite, every muscle straining against his will to not burst out of the concealing darkness and take her with all the ferocity of his Saiyan side.

He let out a shuddering breath, certain she must be able to hear his thudding heart as it beat wildly against his ribs. She was making him insane. Her hips jerked and she let out a whimpering cry, closing her thighs around her hand as her face contorted in ecstasy. That was it.

Marron started violently as a resounding crack came from the jungle and she slipped into the concealing pool with a startled gasp. When she looked up Trunks stood at the side of the pool breathing hard, his clothes plastered to his muscular body. His hands were fisted at his sides, his face flushed as his hard blue eyes raked over her. She swallowed nervously as she sensed the tension and roiling emotions coming off him in waves…overwhelming her.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" He hissed in a low voice, after they heard the muted voices of other couples moving along the nearby paths. Marron lifted her chin haughtily, determined not to let him intimidate her.

"You saw me…what did it look like?"

"It looked like my girlfriend was putting on a sex show for anyone who decided to take a notion for a night swim." He growled, his voice shaking with contained fury. Marron's mouth tightened mutinously.

"I knew it was you. " She told him.

"How the hell did you know, huh? Did you see me?" He demanded, reaching down and hauling her out of the water by one arm. Marron refused to shrink away from the harshness in his voice.

"I knew it was you," she repeated in a stubborn voice, "I sensed it."

"You sensed it was me. First you tell me to bugger off and run away from me, and then you put on a sex show for me? What kind of game are you playing? Are you trying to drive me out of my mind?" He snapped. Marron held herself proudly upright, even as she gave him a sidewise glance and a small decisive nod. The smug gesture was too much for Trunks. He looked down on Marron's flushed, exquisite body as he held her by the arm, his mind still overrun by the erotic show she'd just put on for him. He cupped her mound in his hand, thrusting his fingers inside her. She jerked and cried out, her breasts heaving, making his erection throb painfully in answer. Her cunt was slick and wet, silky soft from pleasuring herself. He slid his fingers slowly out of her tight sheath, and then drove them in again, deeper, rougher. "You play dangerous games, Marron." He told her in a voice that didn't sound like his own.

She licked her lips, her silky thighs clenching involuntarily around his hand. Her pupils dilated with alarm as she sensed the barely repressed rage, lust, and violence warring behind his eyes. "Trunks…" She whispered shakily. His eyelids lowered and a muscle twitched in his cheek.

"Not…one…word…" He managed to get out. "Or I am going to fuck you right here, and I don't think you'd like it. I'm not feeling particularly generous at the moment."

"Bu-" She squeaked before he picked her up and threw her naked over his shoulder. Lifting into the air and speeding back to their room. He wanted a bed and privacy. He also wanted a minute or two to get a little better under control. To get a handle on the beast he could feel raging inside him. The beast was fine in battle. And it was fine when he and Goten took each other; Goten had a beast of his own. But he was concerned Marron couldn't handle it if he truly let his Saiyan side take over. She was so delicate; he never wanted to hurt her.

"Trunks! My clothes! We left my dress!" She was shrieking at him as he raced over the canopy of the jungle toward the bright lights of the resort.

"I'll buy you another," he said. At her protests he barked, "One more word and I'll go through the lobby." She stilled her struggles at that.

Within seconds Trunks had landed on the balcony of their room, there was a quick popping crunch as he wrested the locked sliding glass door open with a flick of his wrist. Three long strides and he was in the bedroom where he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. She scrambled up before she even had time to bounce, putting the big wide bed between them.

"Stop glowering at me, Trunks!" Marron said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I can't. I'm goddamn furious. You're jerking me around, Marron, and it's going to stop."

She lowered her eyes to the floral print bedspread, avoiding the snapping blue fire of his. "I did it for you…to please you. I'm sorry you didn't like it." She whispered. She shivered as the room's air conditioning hit her wet skin. "I wanted-" She stopped. A hard knot was forming in her throat, blocking the words.

"You wanted what?" he prompted.

"To turn you on," she confessed in a tiny voice.

Instantly he was on her, crossing the expanse of the bed like it was nothing. One hand pinioning her against his chest, the other twining itself deep into her tangled wet locks. "No, you're trying to punish me for something, Marron. I know you. " He said roughly. "And in case you were wondering, it worked. Does that make you happy? Driving me nuts, messing with my mind, you find that gratifying?"

"No!" she yelled, frustrated beyond endurance. "I just wanted to…I mean-I was just trying to…" she floundered, tears stinging her eyes.

"What?" he yelled back, practically roaring at her as he pressed her naked body to his. So she could feel every hard straining inch of him through his thin wet clothes. Her eyes locked with his and it all came flooding out of her mouth in a rush.

"I wanted to make you want me! To notice I'm around! The only time you ever seem to want me any more is to be you and Goten's little fuck toy. Well, I'm not some blow up doll, Trunks! I have feelings too. And it hurts when you and Goten sleep together without me, all right? It hurts!" She wailed at him defiantly.

"You knew. From the very beginning, this is what we agreed on…" Trunks rasped harshly, "that you would have to share me with Goten."

"Share, yes!" she snapped, shoving him away roughly. His fingers tied up in her hair painfully as she yanked away from him. "But when do I ever get you to myself, Trunks? Like Goten does?" she demanded. "When is it my turn?"

With slow deliberate movements Trunks brought his hands to his soaked shirt, unbuttoning it and peeling it off. His sculpted torso glistened with rainwater as he dropped the sodden garment on the floor with a heavy wet smack. His pants followed a moment later until he stood before her as naked as she was. Her eyes roamed his body brazenly before she could stop them, taking in every detail of his muscular body. They lingered longest on his erection, flushed a dark angry red as it jutted up at her, daring her to touch.

"Well?" he demanded, when she hadn't moved. Embarrassed, Marron's eyes flicked up to his. A tiny muscle still twitched in his jaw, and his look was predatory, his eyes raking over her hungrily.

She took a step back from him, unnerved by the dark purpose she saw in his gaze. "Oh no," she whispered, shaking her head. "Not like that. Not while you're angry."

"Yes, like that," he told her, advancing on her. "You wanted me. Now you've got me, whether you like it or not."

"What if Goten comes back?" she threw out wildly, looking for a route of escape. She scrambled over the bed again away from him, eluding his lunge narrowly. Trunks growled at her angrily as his hands closed on empty air.

"Goten won't come back for a while if he knows what's good for him," he snarled. "Now hold still!"

"Don't you bully me, Trunks Briefs!" She snapped back.

Trunks stalked to the bedroom door and threw the thumb bolt, locking them in. "Happy now? We're alone…just you and me." He told her, stepping away from the door and toward her. Holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. Marron still looked like a rabbit about to bolt, and Trunks forced himself to calm down. He'd get nowhere with her if she felt cornered, he knew that well enough, but she had enraged him, inflamed him with her naïve obstinacy. She turned him into someone he didn't know. He stopped a few feet away from her. "Come to me."

Her eyes were huge and luminous as she looked at him warily. Hunger radiated from him, powerful as a blast furnace. She tipped her head to the side, considering the gauntlet he'd just thrown down in that softly spoken command. She bit her lip, chewing it nervously.

"No more games. You have to meet me part way, Marron. That's how it has to be." He told her.

She took two hesitant steps toward him, until she could feel the heat pouring off his body. "Are you still mad at me?" she asked in a small voice.

He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. "Yeah. I'm still pissed," he told her frankly. "So if you're going to be with me, then you're going to have to deal with me." His fingers tightened on her shoulders when she tried to move away, holding her in place.

"I'm sorry I ran out, I'm sorry about what happened at the pool and the bar, ok? Are you satisfied?"

Trunks shook his head. "No half assed apology is going to cut it, Marron."

"What would then?" she asked defiantly. Trunks pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. His hot, hard male flesh hung before her eyes, veins bulging. He shifted his hips forward until his shaft brushed her cool cheek as she looked up at him. His soft skin so hot it branded her rain cooled face.

"Suck me, Marron," he whispered. His hands wound into her hopeless hair again, as he urged her face closer to his turgid member. She resisted slightly, her pride recoiling from his brutal power game. And yet she was being pulled into his dark, seductive vortex. Anger and confusion and a crazy burst of excitement were a volatile mix that blazed through her body. She savored the sinuous energy as she grasped his pulsing shaft in both hands, his heat warming her cold fingers instantly. She stroked him, and his fist tightened in her hair.

"Don't tease, Marron," he warned. "I'm not in the mood."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly, swirling her tongue over the sensitive head and licking away the salty, silky drop of moisture pearled on the tip. "I can tell how much you want this, Trunks," she said in a soft, taunting voice. "So don't you dare try to push me around."

"Oh yeah?" he said, covering her hands with his and making her stroke him. "I thought it was the other way around. You told me you were sorry. I thought you were going to show me how sorry you are, Marron. Suck my cock."

His mocking tone pissed her off and she tried to twist away, but his hold on her hair was too tight. She suddenly hated the submissive posture she was in. "You're poison mean, Trunks!"

"I learned it from you, my love," he said, as he roughly thrust himself into her mouth.

She glared up at him balefully, not doing anything as she contemplated revenge. When she didn't move he took her head in his hands and set the rhythm himself. She gave a choked cry of protest, and he slowed down. "Take more of me," he urged. "Please, Marron."

That one word was the key she needed to unlock the maddening puzzle of pride and desire. Guided by his strong hands, her mouth found the rhythm to give him what he wanted, relaxing instinctively and swallowing him whole. As long as he was vulnerable to her, she could stand her own vulnerability, as she knelt before him. Even in his aggressive, masterful stance, she could sense how desperate he was for the sweet tender swirl of her tongue on him. The succulent glide of her mouth as she pleasured him. She loved the harsh gasps and groans that vibrated through the steely tension of his body. She was barely aware of putting her hand between her legs and pressing her thighs together tightly, trying in vain to ease the throbbing ache of her arousal. Half maddening her.

She looked up, dazed, when he suddenly pulled her away from him. He was still hugely erect, and vibrating with excitement, but he tilted her head back, staring into her eyes with a smug look of triumph. "You love this, don't you? This is really getting you off." He murmured.

Marron shrank back from the predatory look on his face. She saw her hand between her legs and she snatched it away like she'd been caught showing an enemy a weakness. "You made me! Don't project your teenage porno fantasies on me, you jerk!" She snapped, pulling away from his hand and scrambling to her feet, eyeing him warily and backing away. "Don't…"

He followed her. "Don't what?" A shudder of unwilling lust rocked her body, leaving her vulnerable.

"Don't do this to me, Trunks," she whispered.

"I can't help it," he said in a rasping voice. "I can't stop, not now that I know how much it turns you on." He pulled her to him roughly and kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, his hands greedily cupping her breasts before one trailed lower and slid between her legs. His fingers feathered across her hair and dipped boldly inside her soft cleft, testing her abundant moisture. He chuckled, thrusting a long finger deep inside her, sliding slowly in and out, and she clenched his finger tightly inside the quivering muscles of her sheath.

"Oh yeah, you're so wet, you're practically dripping. You can't wait can you?" he murmured against her lips. "You're aching for me to give it to you. Aren't you?"

She stayed stubbornly silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but it was a losing battle and they both knew it. His other hand slid down her back to her thigh, which he lifted to drape over his hip, widening her stance to give him better access to her as he plunged his fingers deeper into her well. She clung to his shoulders to keep her balance, her body softening in quivering eagerness for him, even as she refused to acknowledge it out loud.

"Tell me the truth, Marron," he taunted, "Your body has already. Tell me how much you want it. How much you want me inside you, I need to hear you say it."

She dropped her head back, giving up the struggle. It was either that or lose her mind completely. "I want you," she gasped out.

"To do what?" he demanded. One arm circled her back as he lowered her to the bed. She closed her eyes, rather than answer. Trunks' strong hands parted her legs and he knelt between them, sliding his own thickly muscled thighs under hers, leaving her completely defenseless and open to his eyes. "Tell me…" he urged.

"Trunks, please…" she whimpered helplessly, unable to get past the lump of pride in her throat. Trunks made her feel like a city that had been sacked, ravaged and vulnerable. She couldn't even remember that she had been the angry one, the wronged one when he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb in slow pulsing circles. Caressing her quivering flushed folds with his fingers as he looked down on her with blazing eyes.

"You're begging me? Is that what you're doing?" He finally touched her with just the tip of his penis, shallow thrusts that barely penetrated her slick, eager flesh. She clenched at him with her muscles, her vagina like a hungry little mouth reaching for a treat, but he evaded her. "Beg me, Marron," he demanded, rubbing himself in small, wet circles around the bud of her clitoris. "I need to know how much you want me."

The harsh hungry rasp of his voice blurred her boundaries, leaving her utterly bare and unrecognizable to herself. She hated feeling vulnerable. Tears of frustration gathered in the corners of her eyes. "All right, I'm begging," she said raggedly, "are you happy now?"

His blue eyes cleared, the furrow between his brows smoothing out. "Yes," he muttered, as he shoved himself inside her.

The rhythm he set was swift and savage, and her body tightened around him eagerly with every thrust. Craving the vigorous slide and plunge of his thick shaft. She had thought that he was passionate with her before whenever they had made love, but now she sensed that he had been leashing in nine-tenths of the passion that was his to give, hers to take if she could handle it. Was this why he needed Goten too? The sheer mass of him thrusting hard into her, his steely strength as he leaned forward onto her, supporting his weight with his hands made her realize how gentle he had always been with her, taking care not to overwhelm her with his power, his strength, his sheer physical presence.

He wasn't bothering to do so any longer. He shoved himself inside her until he was as deep as he could go. Hooking the backs of her knees over his arms as he bent her legs back toward her chest, his cock digging deeper inside of her. His thick shaft driving into her with a rhythm that bordered on violence; but she knew he was too skilled a lover to ever hurt her. It was his very skill that was so dangerous, his intense seductive power that had scorched her body and turned her into a wild wanton thing. Clutching and clawing at his back as the desperate tension built in her body, tearing a wailing scream of pleasure from her throat as she convulsed around him.

"You're mine…just like he is. Don't forget it." Trunks rasped at her, as he began again. "Remember that next time you decide to run off and flirt with some other man."

So that was what this was about, that man at the bar. Did he really think she had run off to go be with someone else? She tossed her head in negation. Despite what he thought she couldn't let Trunks control her, especially with sex.

"You don't own me, Trunks." She gasped out, and then froze. The blaze and fury in his eyes was back as they stared down into hers. Panic flared inside her as he drove into her harder, like he could subdue her will with the passion in his body.

"I own this," he told her, grinding his hips into her. And her body betrayed her again, hugging his shaft greedily. "And you know it."

This was all wrong, terribly wrong. She had miscalculated, she had thought that she could take it, but she couldn't. It was unendurable, the helplessness, the relentlessness of him, the tight angry lines of his handsome face above hers. Anger exploded inside of her, and she struck out at him, getting in a good openhanded whack on his cheek before he grabbed her wrists.

"What the fuck?" he snarled, bearing down with even more of his weight as he pinned her to the bed.

"I'm sick of your power games, you arrogant bastard," she hissed.

Trunks pinned her wrists over her head and kissed her hard. "This isn't a game, Marron. This is absolutely for real."

She struggled underneath him and he responded with a heavy thrust that wrenched a loud cry out of her throat, then another, and another. She shut her eyes tightly and trembled, wondering frantically how many more surrenders she could take; how far she could bend to Trunks' will and still be herself. She bit her lip to push away tears and tried to relax her trembling. "Just don't hurt me," she whispered.

His body went rigid. "I would never hurt you," his voice sharp with anger. "You know that."

"You're hurting me now!" she told him wildly.

He stared down at her with fierce concentration as he held her immobile beneath him, like he was trying to look into her mind. "You loved what I did to you," he insisted. "I felt how much you loved it. I felt you come, you couldn't hide that from me."

"That's not what I meant," she squeaked, tears slipping out of her eyes. Her body tightened around him eagerly as he thrust into her once again.

"Then what? I can feel it now, too. I feel how hot you are, how wet. I'm not hurting you, and you know that I won't. Ever."

He surged into her, and she squeezed her eyes shut as her hips jerked of their own accord.

"Look at me!" he demanded, and her eyes snapped open at the sharp command in his voice. "Tell me, Marron. Let me hear you say that you have nothing to fear from me."

She shook her head stubbornly, knowing that he was wrong. He could hurt her; he'd always been able to hurt her, because she gave him the power over her to do so. He had broken her heart into a thousand tiny pieces once, and she knew he could do it again. It was the nameless terror that had been dogging her ever since she had let him - and by default, Goten too - into her life again. But with white-hot anger blazing in his eyes, she couldn't tell him that. I'm afraid of what I'll become if I keep letting you have your way. Incomprehension lay between them, tangled and snarled, and she was frozen mute.

"Say it, Marron!" he demanded, his voice rough with strain.

She shifted minutely, her eyes on his chin. "I hope you appreciate the irony of trying to intimidate me into saying I'm not afraid of you," she said tartly.

"Don't be a smart-ass. Do you really think that I would ever hurt you physically?" he said with a scowl.

She took as deep a breath as she could with Trunks' body pinning her down. "No, not physically." She admitted quietly.

A shudder went through him. He scooped her wet snarled hair from beneath her and spread it out gently to cover the pillow above her head. "Do you love me?" he asked, his voice rough and urgent.

Her heart twisted in her chest painfully. "Yes," she said simply. In spite of everything, it was the truth.

"Do you trust me?" his eyes held hers intensely, and all she could do was nod.

He buried his face against the wet hair coiled beside her cheek, and slowly let go of her wrists. "Put your arms around me then," he ordered.

She did it without hesitation.

"Now your legs."

He lifted himself so she could shift her hips beneath him and cradle him in a position of complete acceptance. He thrust himself deeply into her tight sheath again until they were completely joined, and she wrapped her legs around him, clenching herself tightly to his muscular warmth.

"Better," he muttered.

She hid her face against his neck. "Yes, it is, " she whispered against his skin.

He began to move, more gently this time, and groaned softly at the snug, gliding perfection of her welcoming body. Yes, this was the way it was supposed to be between them. He kissed her neck, raising his head and said suddenly, "I never really meant it."

"Meant what?"

He held her face in his hands as he looked down on her tenderly. "The way I acted at the pool, and when I brought you here. All that stuff about succumbing to my dark desires or else, I was bluffing. I would never have forced you to do anything."

"Oh," she gasped, as he thrust into her with melting tenderness. She sensed he was trying to tell her something important about himself, but it was in code, and she was afraid to translate it wrong. "You're a manipulative bastard, Trunks." She told him, eyes narrowing.

"I know. You seem to bring out the worst in me, but I love you anyway." His head lowered to hers and there was no more space or air to examine hidden meanings when he kissed her so passionately. There was only him and that elemental force within him, demanding and compelling her, dragging her inexorably toward the abyss with him.

His face filled her vision as he locked eyes with her, and absurdly she was taken back to the very first time they had ever made love when she was nineteen years old. He had been her first lover, and he'd held her then like he was now. Had gazed so tenderly into her eyes as he'd initiated her to the joys of physical love. So much had changed between them in the years since then, but Trunks was right on one level…he owned her response to him. He played her like a violin. He always had. But then he was all she had ever known, just his body and his passion. Even when Goten joined them, Trunks' presence still overwhelmed her. Captivated her.

"You make me love you too much," she whispered. His teeth flashed white as he grinned at her.

"Is there such a thing?" he asked, rolling them on the bed so that she lay across his muscular chest, her legs spread and straddling him. "Show me then, Marron…" he whispered urgently, his sapphire eyes intense and pleading. "Love me."

Pushing up from his chest Marron sat astride him, looking down on him with half closed eyes. She understood what he wanted, what he was about. Letting her take control, even while his hunger still consumed him was the closest to an apology she would get from Trunks. She could feel the pulse of him inside her, the need radiating through his hands resting on her hips, electrifying her. Shakily, she swiped her wet, matted hair out of her face and began to move.

Flattening her hands on his muscled abdomen she slid all the way up the solid length of him, and sank down again with a shuddering sigh. He let out a hoarse cry, and that was it. She loved it, she wanted to make him gasp and groan and shout. Excitement surged through her as the intense sensation began to slip into focus. She moved more boldly on him, clinging to him with every little muscle inside herself in a seamless, sensual clench. He gripped her hips and drove himself upward, the incredibly deep penetration shocking a low cry out of her throat, and Trunks stopped.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.

She shook her head assuring him, her trembling fingers digging into his stomach muscles. "Please, Trunks. Give me more…let me feel it."

"Oh, yeah," he muttered. His grip tightened, and he drew himself out of her with lingering slowness, savoring the hugging caress of her secret flesh. He surged in again, and sat up underneath her, moving to sit on his heels.

Marron's nails dug into the powerful muscles of his shoulders as she clung to him, each heavy thrust jerking a sob of helpless pleasure from her throat. So much sensation deep within herself, the mouth of her womb pulsed with energy, every cell of her awake and luminous. Hooking her ankles behind his back she abandoned herself at last to the driving hunger of the powerful man beneath her, riding him higher and higher as he moved her on him until agonizing pleasure jolted through her in rhythmic, shuddering waves. Her ears ringing as she tried to get her breath.

She collapsed against him, her arms around his neck and her face buried against his shoulder. Trunks held her tightly, his hips still jerking violently against hers as he spent himself, prolonging the sensation. She closed her eyes, wordless and trembling as her body rose and fell with the ragged cadence of his breathing. Her throat felt raw, raspy, as her own breathing slowed to normal. Trunks wound her hair gently around his hand, holding it back off her face as he kissed her deeply.

"God, I love that…I love making you scream like that when you come." He panted.

"I don't scream…" she told him indignantly. His laughter vibrated them both as she sat in his lap, boneless.

"Yeah…sometimes you do."

Trunks flopped back on the damp sheets taking Marron with him. He normally wasn't super cuddly after sex, but he stroked her spine in a slow lazy caress. Tipping his chin up every so often to kiss her softly. He seemed in no hurry to separate from her and she lay on top of him feeling a strange mix of contented, unsettled and sleepy. Not necessarily in that order.

A small earthquake under her torso brought her out of her musings and reminded her that they had missed dinner. "Your stomach is trying to tell you something, Trunks," she teased. Trunks gave her a crooked grin.

"I guess so. Shall we get up, find Goten and get some dinner?" he asked. Marron rolled off him to flop on her back with arms spread.

"Nnnn…can't we get room service, Trunks? I'd really like a bath…and some privacy."

Leaning on his elbow beside her, Trunks quirked an eyebrow at her. He laid his fingers gently on her lips, caressing them softly as he looked down on her. "We okay again, Marron?" he murmured. Then without waiting for her answer lowered his face to hers, kissing her until spots swam in her vision, making her as soft and pliable as taffy. He smiled at her when she looked up at him with glazed eyes, her earlier anger and protests long forgotten. "I love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," she said automatically. Silently, she rose from the bed and drifted to the bathroom, already trying to work her fingers through her horribly tangled hair.

Trunks shrugged into one of the thick terry cloth robes the resort provided as he heard the snick of the bathroom door closing, followed moments later by the sound of running water. He ran his fingers through his own damp hair and unlocked the suite's bedroom door. Not surprising, he found Goten lounging on the couch of the sitting area with an amused grin pasted on his face. Trunks saw several silver covered trays on a rolling cart in the center of the room and he looked to Goten questioningly.

"It's dinner. While you two were busy exercising your lungs, I made friends with the Chef. He's got a pretty sweet operation down there, you know? I wouldn't mind running a kitchen like that myself one of these days." Goten said mildly, watching as Trunks lifted the silver cover on one of the trays and inspected the contents. "And might I just say, Trunks, that I haven't heard you make that much noise since the time we did it on your Mother's desk at Capsule Corp."

"You promised you would never mention that incident again. They just stopped talking about it around the water coolers you know." Trunks told him darkly. Goten just kept grinning and shrugged while Trunks filled a heaping plate of food and sat down on the other end of the couch.

"Well, don't be surprised if you get a round of applause the next time you two show your faces outside this room again." Goten chuckled. Trunks narrowed his eyes and tried to look annoyed.

"Don't exaggerate, Goten. We weren't that loud." Trunks scoffed. Goten kept grinning. "Were we?" Trunks finally asked, his sandwich poised to take a bite.

"Heard her in the elevator coming up with the food. Heard you at the end of the hall." Goten said matter of factly. "By the way, the bellhop said to give you guys an 9.5, but I've seen you in action, Trunks, and that was at least an eleven point performance there." Goten teased him. Trunks just ate his sandwich, his cheeks burning.

"Shut up, Goten," Trunks grumbled. Goten leaned over and gave Trunks a kiss on his temple, since the lavender haired man's mouth was currently stuffed with food.

"On to other things then…I made arrangements for the boat. It's a thirty-footer and we get it all day tomorrow. I can't wait to go sailing." Goten said happily. Trunks cringed.

"Goten, I told you…I have that conference call in the morning. You remember? The stockholders meeting? I can't skip out on it." Trunks said apologetically. Goten's face fell.

"But…we're on vacation," Goten complained. Trunks set his plate aside and slid closer to Goten on the couch. He knew how much Goten had been looking forward to sailing around the Papaya Islands. He'd talked about it nearly the entire plane trip down. Trunks slid his arm around Goten's shoulders.

"I know how much you've been looking forward to this, Chibi. But I have to be here for this meeting, so why don't you and Marron go in the morning without me? The meeting should be over by two. I'll fly out then and join you two and we can have supper on the boat. What do you say?" Trunks cajoled. Goten still looked let down and Trunks took his face in his hands, making the darker haired man look at him. "Don't be upset, Chibi…I'll make it up to you. I'll bring champagne. We can watch the sunset. Very romantic." Trunks purred. Goten's dark eyes held Trunks' for a long minute, filled with disappointment before he relented with a sigh.

"Sure, Trunks. No problem." Trunks smiled, his eyes flashing with triumph and he pulled Goten's head to his, kissing him deeply.

"That's my Chibi…" Trunks murmured against Goten's lips. Playfully, Goten shoved him back so Trunks sprawled on the couch. Trunks' eyes widened a bit at Goten's aggression and the darker haired man smirked a bit himself.

"Stop callin' me, Chibi." He told Trunks and got up, heading into the bedroom of the suite, ostensibly to tell Marron the change in plans. Smiling a bit to himself at the way he'd handled things tonight with both his lovers, Trunks picked his plate back up and resumed eating, despite the din from the other room.

"Ooooo! NAKED!" Goten yelled cheerfully, followed by Marron's frantic shrieks.

"No! Goten! The tub's not big enough for both-" SPLASH!

Trunks sweat dropped slightly.

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