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

The clear turquoise water south of the Papaya Islands lapped gently at the anchored sailboat. The cool ocean breezes fluttered the canvas deck shade Marron was sitting under, trying to read. It ruffled her golden hair and made the rigging tap against the mast as the ropes swayed gently in the wind. It kept the temperature on deck perfect, despite the bright late morning sun.

Goten lay in the sun near the small square of shade Marron was hiding under. His eyes were closed behind his dark glasses, but every sense was attuned to his surroundings. It was Goten's secret, one he hadn't even shared with Trunks…the one lesson given to Goten by his father that was his alone. The ability to reach out and touch the world's ki, the same way you would to summon a Genki Dama. His father hadn't even taught Gohan to do it, but he had explained it to his ever-curious look-alike son once.

Feel it, son… The mountains, the rivers, the oceans and the deserts… Every living thing has a life force no matter how great or how small. Reach beyond what you know how to sense, empty your heart and your mind and let it come to you…

Like his pores were open to the sun, Goten relaxed and let the world in: the gentle rise and fall of the sailboat as it rode the south sea swells, the screech and wheel of the gulls on the wind, the dolphins that sped over the reef hunting fish thirty feet below the sailboats keel…the restless fidget of the woman beside him as she shifted her legs and sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes.

Opening one eye behind his sunglasses Goten turned his head slightly to see Marron. She huddled in the pool of shade as though the sun was her enemy. She was wearing that tiny red bikini that Trunks had bought for her again; only Goten was lucky enough to get to see the full effect without the cover up. Damn, he'd have to compliment Trunks on his taste, the bikini showed off more than it hid, and was one of those jobs that tied on. It made his fingers fairly itch to know if he pulled on one of the loose ends of the ties exactly what would happen…would she unravel like so much knitting?

Goten gave her body a slow lingering appraisal while Marron was unaware, her nose buried in a mystery novel. Trunks was a lucky devil, Goten had to give him that. Marron was hot. He'd always thought she was pretty, but she was one of his best friends, his pal. It wasn't until everything had changed between them all that Goten started seeing her differently. It was true what they said…sex changed everything - especially your perspective.

Rolling onto his stomach, Goten rested his chin on his forearms and looked up at Marron. She tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear and sighed again, setting her book down beside her and looking past Goten to the clear aqua sea beyond. Goten just watched her from behind his dark glasses, admiring the way the wind lifted her silky blonde hair - hair he had patiently combed the tangles from the night before after surprising her in the bathtub - down to the curves of her breasts and hips. He wondered if she had any idea just how gorgeous she was. His eyes lifted from his appreciation of her womanliness to her face again and he found her looking at him, roses blooming on her cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly and she cleared her throat, looking away as her cheeks burned. "What?" he asked, confused.

"You call that a bathing suit?" she managed to squeak out, and Goten grinned. He found it incredibly cute how after a year and a half she could still be so shy about his body, considering she saw him naked frequently enough. He shifted on the deck, spreading his legs slightly.

"No. I call this a g-string," he told her with a chuckle. "No tan lines…or at least very little ones."

"I see," she gulped, still not directly looking at him. Goten propped his chin on the heel of his hand as he looked up at her mischievously.

"If it bothers you, Marron, I can take it off," he said in a low voice. He was baiting her for a reaction and she didn't disappoint as her eyes widened and her breath caught.

"Goten!" she protested, her face going as red as her bikini. Goten laughed and rolled closer to her so he lay on his back in the shade with her, tossing his sunglasses aside. Her eyes ran over him in panicked little jerks and he knew when her eyes came to rest on his package by the way her pupils dilated. His body had reacted to his lingering admiration of hers and he glanced down and saw that he had nearly exceeded the small black pouch of his g-string. Of course it was never meant for this kind of wear…it was the sort of thing that got ripped off by a lover's teeth within twenty seconds, or stuffed with zenni -depending on where one wore it. He picked up her foot that rested near his waist and she started, like a nervous bunny.

"Relax, Marron. It's not like you've never seen me naked," he said softly, holding her foot in his hands and rubbing his thumbs slowly against the arch of her foot. He could still feel the tension vibrating her body; she was wound tight enough to bolt.

"T-that's different…" she whispered, her breath hitching. He flicked lazy black eyes up to her wide blue ones.

"Why?"

She swallowed. "Well…because Trunks is always there."

Goten said nothing and just kept massaging her foot, she had really pretty little feet. But then everything about Marron was pretty, feminine and delicate. Maybe it was because he had been with Trunks so much lately, but he found himself craving that femininity. When was the last time he'd been with Marron? He frowned slightly as he tried to remember, probably not since shortly after she'd moved in with them. She participated with him when the three of them made love, but as Goten reflected he realized it was almost exclusively Trunks that took her. He stopped massaging her foot and just held it. That wasn't right. When had things changed? When they had started this relationship it was on the understanding that they would all share each other, not just he and Marron sharing Trunks.

"Goten?" she said his name hesitantly as he frowned at her foot. He shook his head and looked up at her questioningly. She cleared her throat again and straightened her shoulders, like she had something on her mind. "Goten…can I ask you something. Sort of…personal?"

"Of course," he grinned, switching feet to resume his lazy massage on the other. She twisted a lock of her hair around her finger and bit her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. He shook her foot playfully. "C'mon…out with it."

"Goten, are you…I mean. I'm really not sure how to put this. But, are you…you know…?" she trailed off helplessly. Goten grinned wider, why was she so damned cute when she got flustered?

"Gay?" he offered with a chuckle. Her face returned to beet red and she nodded emphatically. He let go of her foot and in a smooth motion sat up in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees, his legs parted. Marron kept her eyes resolutely on his face; he was actually kind of disappointed she wasn't checking him out. He knew he was taking advantage of the view in front of him. "Let me let you in on a little secret…" he said, leaning toward her. Curious, Marron leaned forward as well, offering him a mouthwatering view of her breasts as they swayed forward, barely covered by that wicked little red bikini of Trunks'. "…I'm not," he told her.

"Oh?" she breathed, her blue eyes lifting to his. Reaching forward he tucked a long lock of her soft hair behind her ear. He loved her hair, the feel of it, the color. He actually really enjoyed it when she let him brush it. He hadn't minded a bit last night when she'd given up on the snarled mass of her hair in tears to let him patiently work the knots and tangles out of it while Trunks slept on in the next room, oblivious. He rubbed the end of the strand he had tucked between his fingers, his eyes unfocused. "Then…I don't understand." He lifted his head slowly.

"Understand what?"

She blushed softly again, the wind picking up and blowing her hair across her face like a veil and she quickly pulled it back, looping it into a loose knot behind her neck. "If neither of you are gay, then I guess I just don't understand how…all of this happened. I've always wanted to ask…but I was afraid to." She confessed.

"What do you want to know? We're best friends, Marron. You know you can ask me anything."

"How did you and Trunks…?" she trailed off, flapping her hand vaguely. Goten nodded in understanding, catching her hands in his as he propped his elbows on his knees.

"I think in a lot of ways it was just the next natural evolution of our friendship. I don't remember exactly how it happened; I remember the first day it did though. We were sparring, pretty intensely too. For some reason it was like we were on a mission to kick each other's ass," Goten chuckled, "and when we were done we were facing each other…breathing hard. And all of a sudden it was like something…clicked. Inside us both I guess, because the next thing I knew we were wrestling each other to the ground, kissing. He took me that very first time…I remember that too." Goten said. Marron frowned, looking down at the deck, and he squeezed her hands gently.

"We never intended for it to happen, it just did. And we sure never meant to hurt you." He said, remembering the time Marron had caught them, the action that had led them all down a new path in life. Marron nodded her head.

"I know that, Goten. I'm just…trying to understand." She said quietly, still addressing the deck rather than him.

"Understand what?" he asked again. She took a deep breath.

"I don't know how else to put this…" she raised her eyes to his, "why do you two sleep together, if you aren't gay?"

Goten cocked his head to the side, "Because I love him." He answered simply. "Why do you sleep with him even though he sleeps with someone else too?" he countered. Marron cut her eyes away, her lashes lowering.

"Point taken…" she said softly, but he could sense she was still troubled by it.

"Let me put it to you this way," he began and lay back down, folding his arms behind his head. "Trunks is the only man I have ever been with, he is the only man I ever will be with, because I'm not attracted to men in general. I love Trunks, but I love women too. I'm very attracted to women."

"You are?" Marron asked, interested. Goten gave her a crooked grin, his eyes flicking toward his still semi erect bulge filling out the front of his g-string.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked her. Marron's eyes swept down his body, and for the first time lingered on his lower body. It was like he could feel her gaze sliding over his skin and he fisted his hands behind his head. She licked her lips - nervously he knew - but the effect made his body tense in anticipation. She tipped her head to the side, watching from the corner of her eye as he swelled to full hardness again.

"Well, uh…what's the difference then?" she asked. Goten's own eyes rested on the tie of her bikini at her hip, just one tug, that was all it'd take.

"Between having sex with a man, and sex with a woman?" he clarified, his voice husky. She leaned on her hand next to him, her legs curled to the side as she looked down on him. The pose was unconscious, but it showed the curves of her body off better than if she had planned it. Unable to resist, Goten took one hand from behind his head and rested it on her knee, lightly caressing her satiny skin. She nodded.

"Well, I don't know about having sex with any man, but sex with Trunks is…good. But it's more about gratification, power…I don't know, dominance almost, than anything else. I can let myself go with Trunks and use my full strength with him, where I can't with a woman. That in itself is pretty exciting."

"I can see how that would be important to the two of you then," she said quietly, her eyes half closed like she was deep in thought.

"But it isn't about love," Goten said suddenly. Marron's eyes opened and met his again.

"And sex with a woman is?" she queried. Goten shrugged, blushing a little himself now.

"Sex with a woman is so much more…emotional in a way. Let's be honest, it's the same principle, and the same motions…but a woman's body…" Goten trailed off, and this time it was Marron's turn to encourage him.

"Go on," she prompted. Goten dropped his eyes to her flat belly and slid his hand slowly up the satin smooth length of her thigh. God, she was so beautiful…

"A woman's body…hugs me - all of me - the whole length. It's like coming home. I can't describe it, but to me, that first slow thrust into you…feels really right." Goten rasped, transfixed by the sight of his hand on her upper thigh, that secret feminine place barely hidden by the tiny triangle of red. Slowly he lifted his eyes to hers and saw her lips parted, her breathing shallow.

"Into…me?" she repeated, and he realized his slip.

"Into a woman," he corrected quickly, but he could tell she wasn't buying it. Her eyes held his and the moment dragged out. Experimentally, he extended his fingers from her thigh, brushing the ends of the tie that held that impossible arrangement of red scraps that made up her suit together. She didn't move, either closer or away and he twirled the end of the tie around his index finger lazily.

"Goten…" she breathed, when he tugged lightly on her tie, pulling the end taut against the bow. He flicked his eyes up to her face again and at last saw what he had been hoping for. Her eyes were glazed, and her breasts swelled against their confines, her nipples clearly defined. A sly smile touched the corners of his mouth and he pulled slowly on the string at her hip.

It was like the whole arrangement was dependant on that one bow, because as he tugged the end free the whole suit came loose and slid down her body like red ribbons, pooling at her waist and wrist. His eyes were riveted on her breasts, full and soft, crowned with pale pink buds like unopened cherry blossoms. He'd seen her breasts countless times before, why did it suddenly seem so different? He lifted a hand and cupped one in his palm, running his thumb over the taut peak and she arched subtly into his touch.

"Women are softer…sweeter," he told her. He slid his hand up from her breast to her neck and she arched her head back like a little cat. Goten sat up beside her and bent his head to her throat, running his tongue lightly over her skin before his lips closed on it, kissing her. She made a little noise as she tipped her head back down and Goten caught her lips with his, kissing her slowly. He cupped her head in his palm as he took his time, coaxing and guiding her as he explored her mouth. "And you're the sweetest of all." He whispered against her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered.

His body was rock hard, ready. He'd rarely - if ever - had passion overtake him so suddenly and completely. He slid his arms around Marron's back and pulled her forward into his lap. Impatiently swatting and pushing her suit down and off her legs until she was completely naked. He wanted nothing more than to free himself and impale her on his shaft. And he was half way to doing it before he got himself under control. It was happening too fast, he wanted to take his time and enjoy every inch of her gorgeous little body.

"Come swim with me," he whispered in her ear. She looked at him puzzled, and he kissed her again, catching her lower lip between his teeth gently. "I'm too turned on right now, I won't last. I want to take you slow and long." He purred at her, enjoying the slight shudder his voice elicited.

"O-okay…" she said shakily. Goten stood up, pulling Marron with him. He held her against him, pressing his erection against her belly. Her fingers curled against his biceps at the motion and Goten could feel his desire almost sneak away from him again. He gave a quiet groan as he slid his hands down her smooth back to her bottom, grinding their bodies together in an attempt to soothe the ache. Maybe he could just drop her to the deck and have her fast and hard and then…once the edge was off he could make it up to her. But before he could act on the impulse, she stepped away from him to the stern of the sailboat. Stepping onto the transom she dove cleanly off the boat and into the water. Goten hesitated only a second before ripping off the black g-string and following her.

He caught up to her as she swam lazily through the clear water. He swam underneath her, loving the way her lithe body knifed through the water, the light reflected through the waves making patterns on her pale skin. He surfaced in front of her, facing her and blocking her path. Grinning as he shook his long hair out of his eyes.

"Get a good look?" she teased him archly. He didn't even pretend to deny it or be embarrassed, just swam closer, taking her into his arms as they tread water.

"Not as good as I plan to," he told her seductively. Her smile faltered slightly when she felt his stiff length brushing between her legs.

"I'm not sure…we should," she told him. They rose and fell together in the ocean swells near the boat, their bodies sliding against one another. The screeching of the gulls, and the sound of the waves as they slapped gently against the sailboat's hull, the feel of the cool water on their bare skin made the moment…exquisite.

"Why not?" he asked in that same low voice, following when she let the current drift her away from him.

"What about Trunks?" she responded. Goten swam a circle around her on his back, making sure she got an eyeful of the massive boner he was sporting in her honor.

"What about him?" he countered. "He's not going to be done with that meeting for at least another three hours."

Marron ducked her head under the water, slicking her hair flat against her skull. "I know…it just, almost seems like…" she started, looking down into the clear water. She could see all the way to the bottom and the colorful reef thirty or forty feet below.

"Cheating?"

She shrugged, noncommittally. "Sorta," she said. Goten swam closer again, until she could see his body as she watched the reef below them. Goten glanced over and saw that they had drifted nearly back to the boat and he reached an arm out and caught Marron around the waist again.

"I thought the three of us were supposed to be in this thing together, that if you had to share Trunks with me, then Trunks had to share me with you. But it hasn't really been that way, has it?" he asked. Marron felt his hard member bump up against her again and she closed her eyes.

"No," she admitted in a near whisper. Goten could sense her weakening and he pulled her tight up against him, making her have to hold onto him in the swells. He reached out his other hand and grabbed a rung of the sailboat's ladder, stabilizing them in the water. She wrapped her legs around him and he felt his head swim as the eager part of him was trapped between his belly and her soft cleft. Her mouth held the faintest trace of a smile.

"Haven't you ever wondered," he rasped, "what it would be like between us…without Trunks?" She tightened her arms around his neck as she studied his face.

"I'd be lying if I said no," she told him. Then leaned in to kiss his neck before moving up to his earlobe. He wanted to let go of the ladder and touch her everywhere, but they'd probably sink like a rock if he did it. Goten had to expend ki to stay afloat in the water, his denser Saiyan bones made him about as buoyant as a brick.

"Shall we find out then?" he said with a jerk of his chin toward topside. She smiled brilliantly at him and climbed the ladder, leaving him dumbfounded and drooling at the view she presented doing it. When she got on deck she leaned over the ladder, her breasts swaying forward and hypnotizing him.

"The next natural evolution of our friendship?" she teased, but as he considered it, bolting up the ladder after her, she was about right. When he got topside he didn't even answer, just took her in his arms and kissed her hungrily. Saltwater poured off their wet bodies, and he could taste salt in her kiss.

His hands smoothed down her body to her breasts and he cupped them in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging them before bending over and taking an eagerly poised nipple into his mouth to suckle and tug. She held his head to her breast, her fingers curling in his now damp hair as hers still dripped wetly down her back.

"Freaky Saiyan hair…" she grumbled under her breath and he grinned, nipping the underside of her left breast playfully. Grabbing a nearby towel he'd left, he briskly dried off Marron and then himself. "Let's go below," she whispered when Goten's lusty gaze again dropped to her body.

"Too dark," he told her immediately, caressing her smooth skin. She lifted her face and he leaned down to kiss her again.

"But more comfortable. Unless you're planning on being on the bottom." She informed him. Grabbing her hand he pulled her after him down the steep ladder of the companionway, through the tiny galley where Goten grabbed a plastic container that was sitting in the sink and into the forward berth at the bow of the boat. Marron slid into the narrow, low ceilinged compartment ahead of him. The feather bed mattress was shaped like a large pie wedge going into the bow. Goten set the container aside and slid in next to her, taking her into his arms.

"I definitely want to be on top for this," he murmured, rolling her onto her back.

She felt so small and delicate beneath him as he leaned over her, her full breasts soft against his chest and he gently coiled her wet hair beside her head on the pillow so it wouldn't snarl. She gave him a strange little smile at the action. She seemed touched and almost amazed that he would take the time to insure her hair didn't get tangled. That Goten was tender and caring enough to bother.

"What's in the container?" she whispered, suddenly nervous as Goten's dark eyes searched her face. He bent his head and kissed her softly, her lips barely touching his and he could feel her breath mingling with his.

"Strawberries…for later," he breathed against her mouth. Her eyes lit up.

"Are you going to make strawberry shortcake? You make terrific strawberry shortcake." She asked hopefully. Goten smiled at her, still brushing his lips lingeringly over her skin. He loved that she loved his cooking, but he also happened to know that anything strawberry was Marron's favorite. Ice cream, gelatin desserts, jams. If it was strawberry she was hooked.

"Mmm…I was thinking of having strawberry Marron-cake instead," he teased her.

"What do I get then?" she asked, a smile curling the corners of her mouth. She was irresistible. Her smile went straight past his brain to his cock, which pulsed with need against her leg.

"Anything you want, Marron. Whatever you can dream up…as much as you can take." He murmured, his lips against her cheek.

"I'm liking the sound of that," she told him, turning her head to meet his lips with hers and she wound her arms around his neck, holding him close. "Maybe I can get some strawberry flavored Goten too."

Goten answered her by deepening the kiss, slowly exploring her mouth in a gentle leisurely fashion. Ignoring the demand of his body as he tasted her lips. The gentle rocking of the boat as it rose and fell in the sea wrapped them in its languorous spell, dictating the pace as Goten's lips moved from hers to her ear, her neck, and down to her shoulder where he paused.

There was a ring of light bruises around her upper arm that he hadn't noticed before and he touched them gently with his fingers. "How did you get these, Marron? Did Trunks give them to you?"

"It was an accident," she told him, winding her fingers in his longish hair. "We had a bit of a misunderstanding last night. It was my fault."

Goten bent his head and kissed each faint bruise in turn, making Marron giggle when he raised her arm to kiss the soft skin on the inside, tickling her. "He should be more careful," Goten murmured, sliding his face over from her underarm to her conveniently located breast where he rested his cheek against its softness. "You're so delicate…we wouldn't want to damage you."

"I'm tougher than that. He grabbed me pretty hard, but I barely bruised." She told him with a touch of defiance to her voice. Goten's dark eyes lifted to hers from where he nuzzled at her breasts with his face. She held his gaze; desire evident in her clear blue eyes and Goten chose to let the comment go…for the moment. He still had every intention of finding out what had happened between she and Trunks the night before. And why she had seemed so upset with them when she stormed out of the room.

At the moment however, he had two luscious distractions demanding his attention and he lowered his face back to her breasts. She gave a soft sigh as he circled her nipple with his tongue slowly before drawing it into his mouth. Her nipple tightening even more as he applied gentle suction to it and he could feel her fingers in his hair, restless. He moved to her other breast lazily, dragging his tongue over her skin. He could taste the salt from the sea, but under that was the tang that was Marron. Her skin reminded him of sugar on tart lemons. Sweet and sour at the same time, she was delicious and he hadn't even gotten close to the best part yet.

She wiggled underneath him, reaching down between them like she would caress him, but Goten pulled her away gently. She gave a small whimper of complaint as he kissed her fingers in turn and then put her hand above her head. The motion brought his face back up to hers and he kissed her again, unable to resist her half closed eyes and parted lips.

"Goten…" she breathed, tilting her head back to expose her throat to him when he moved from her lips down over her chin.

"What?" he answered between kisses to her neck. He couldn't get enough of tasting her skin and he moved over her more fully, supporting his weight with his knees and elbows as he gathered her breasts into his big hands. His body almost touching hers and she arched her back off the thick downy mattress of the berth, trying to urge him closer.

"I want to touch you," she whimpered, her hands opening and closing as he gently pushed her breasts together, lavishing them with attention. She was so responsive to his caresses, he could smell her desire and it made his body burn for her. He kissed her hard, his lips grinding against hers before he got himself under control and was able to lighten it. Remembering his intention to go slow and make the pleasure last. Her lips were swollen when he pulled his head back, full and red as she breathed in ragged gasps. Her eyes closed. She was so beautiful in her desire he felt he could come just watching her face. She licked her lips before whispering so low he might have missed it if he hadn't been watching her pretty mouth. "I want it…"

He smiled and lowered his hips a moment, pressing his painfully erect cock against the softness of her belly and he slid it against her a few times, enjoying the feel of her silken flesh against his hot skin. She was soft like a cloud, and warm and pliant as taffy. Good enough to eat.

"You'll have me, Marron. You'll have all of me you want, but I want to make you feel good first. I want my turn." He whispered at her. Her smoky eyes opened and looked into his questioningly.

"Turn…?" she repeated.

"I want to make you come for me like you did for him last night. I want to make you feel so good you scream." He told her earnestly and started sliding down her body, raining soft lingering kisses and gentle nips over her torso as he moved down and out of the berth.

"It's not a competition…" she laughed softly, her eyes wary. He gave her a grin that belied the seriousness in his eyes as he knelt on the step up into the berth. Grabbing Marron by the thighs he pulled her toward him, spreading her legs to drape over his shoulders.

"You don't think I could win?" he teased her with a wicked grin, cocking his head to the side. Her eyes blazed at him.

"I don't want to be the object of some game with the two of you. I don't want either of you using me to one up the other. If that's all this is about then forget it," she told him hotly, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

Understanding flooded Goten as he realized he'd hit on a sensitive subject and he held her in place. Shushing her and petting her body in slow soothing caresses. She glared up at him from the berth, her body half sunk in the thick feather mattress as she sprawled on her elbows with her long legs spread. He wondered if she was aware of the erotic sight she made, despite the mistrust in her gaze. He ran his hands up her legs, caressing her thighs and he could still feel the tension in her small frame.

"That's not it at all, Marron. Trunks has nothing to do with this. This is about you and me, and how beautiful you are lying there like that. And about how much I want to make love to you and I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. That's all."

"Really?" she asked disbelievingly. He smiled to reassure her, his hands sliding up her hips to circle her waist and tug her closer again. He swallowed and nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her exposed female flesh. The flushed pink of her dewy flower held his attention like flame for a moth. He lightly stroked her sex with the backs of his fingers, barely making contact. He heard her breath catch and he at last lifted his eyes to her face.

"Oh yeah," he murmured. "Really."

She relaxed then, the anger melting away from her gaze and her body. The fire in her eyes now was smoldering desire again, just the way he wanted it to be. He ran his hands along her inner thighs, spreading her legs as far as they would go. She jumped a bit when he traced the prominent ligament that ran from her inner thigh to her hips, tickling her. Grinning, he lightened his touch even more until she was biting her lip and squirming. Her body jerked when he lightly traced the crease of her leg where it connected to her torso.

"Goten, that really tickles!" she gasped.

As a response he lowered his head to her glistening cunt and pushed his tongue into the seam of her sex. Licking the length of her cleft up to her clitoris. The unexpectedness of it, the wet softness of his tongue after his light torture of tickling made Marron's back arch sharply off the bed.

"Oh my god!" she cried loudly, and Goten repressed the urge to grin crazily. Instead he flattened his hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs apart as he explored her with his lips and tongue. It had been too long since he'd had his face between her legs, too long since he'd tasted Marron. She was sweet in comparison to her salty skin and he pushed his tongue deeper into her, burying his face between her silky thighs, tasting her. The gentle rocking of the boat added another element to his caresses as he let the motion move her closer and away from him.

His eyes were glazed when he pulled back from Marron's sultry flesh. He looked up her body and saw she had her arms propped against the narrow sides of the berth, her head and back arched like a bow. Watching her, he slowly slid one long finger into her slippery sheath, her abundant wetness coating his hand as he pulled back and added a second. The low whimpering cries that came from her throat he found incredibly sexy. At last she opened her eyes and looked down her body at him.

"If I could make a dessert that tastes half as good as you…I'd win awards." He told her with a grin. Slowly Marron smiled back at him and giggled softly.

"Laying it on a bit thick aren't you? I've tasted your desserts and they are…" she trailed off with a little whimper as he slid one lubricated finger down from her vulva to her anus, circling it slowly before gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle and into her hot passage. The low moan that erupted from her throat as Goten gently penetrated her vulva and anus simultaneously with his fingers made his whole body throb with impatience. He loved the way her face got all red as she writhed on the bed. Loved the sexy noises she made, the sight of her gorgeous naked body spread and eager just for him. He loved it all.

Bending his head again he licked and teased her clitoris as he played with her, driving her relentlessly toward release, her hips swaying and pushing against his teasing fingers as he pleasured her. There was no escape from it, no respite and he watched with fascinated eyes when her body clamped down on his fingers with her climax, and she cried out his name huskily.

Withdrawing his fingers he leaned over and kissed her belly as he climbed back into the berth with her, crawling up to lie on her again. Her eyes were closed as she panted softly.

"What were you saying about my desserts?" he teased softly, after kissing her thoroughly. She licked her lips, opening her eyes slowly to gaze up at him with a half smile.

"They're orgasmic."

Her voice was still low, thick with desire and he answered her in kind. "Did you like that?" he whispered against her lips. She nodded.

"I've never…I mean no one has ever done that to me before," she told him, blushing softly. He couldn't stand it, she was so cute and luscious and desirable. He cradled her face in his palms and rained soft kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, and her smiling mouth.

"I want to be inside you, Marron. I want to make love to you," he rasped urgently, between kisses. She twisted her head back exposing her throat to him as she arched her little body invitingly under him. Digging her fingers into his shoulders.

"Yes…Goten," she gasped, lifting her legs to encircle his hips as he moved himself into position. "Please…"

That softly exhaled plea was all the encouragement Goten needed and he pushed forward slowly into Marron's snug body, savoring the moment. Giving a low groan at the perfection of it when he was fully inside her, her sheath embracing him fully. She gave a choked little cry of her own and he paused, wary of hurting her.

"You okay?" he questioned quietly, holding himself still to let her adjust. She lifted her head and shoulders off the mattress, straining up to reach his lips and kiss him. Goten brushed her damp hair back from her forehead and slid an arm under her shoulders, holding her close.

"You're bigger…" she whispered into his neck, the butterfly touch of her breath near his ear making sensation dance on his skin like electricity. Slowly, he drew back his hips, sliding in the silky river of her desire for him to thrust forward again, penetrating even deeper as her body stretched to accommodate him. The feel of her was going right to his head, making him want to devour her.

"God, you feel so good, Marron…I'd almost forgotten just how good a woman feels." He groaned and buried his face in her neck. He enveloped her body, so small and soft beneath him and lost himself in the feel of her, the taste as he licked and sucked at the sea saltiness of her skin. The sweetness of her mouth as he kissed her passionately, trying to convey the importance of the moment, and his feelings for her non-verbally.

Of all the people that had moved in and out of Goten's life there had always been two constants, Trunks and Marron. His two best friends, the two people he loved more than any other. Trunks was like the other half of himself almost, and Marron…Marron had always set the standard for any girl he dated. Even when she'd just been a girl herself.

Goten pushed up on his arms so he could watch Marron as he moved slowly in and out of her body, luxuriating in the feel of being able to give her his undivided attention. Her response to him adding to the pleasure of the act, he'd never felt so close to her in his life before, even though they had shared intimacies before when they were with Trunks.

This was different.

"Tell me what you want, Marron…I'll do whatever."

"Harder…" she gasped, "…deeper."

Belly to belly they pressed, their bodies lubricated by sweat and desire as they slid against one another. The narrow berth close and hot from the heat of their skin. The slapping of the waves against the hull, the wet sounds of their union a backdrop to the soft moans and cries Goten elicited from her throat.

Like he had on deck Goten relaxed into his surroundings, opening himself to the energy around him. He half closed his eyes, watching Marron and making her his focus as he channeled the current of sexual energy that coursed through his body. He held her gaze with his and poured the energy into Marron, through his hands and the contact of their skin. Her eyes widened and she shuddered, her tight sheath constricting him as she climaxed suddenly with a sharp gasp.

"Ohmygod…" she panted at him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

Goten grinned and lowered his head back to hers, kissing her slowly as he kept up his steady thrusting. "I shared some of my energy with you…was it good?"

"It was…incredible," she told him. "I want to do it too…"

Goten kissed her again deeply, clearing his mind and letting the energy continually flow through him and into her. "Open up to me…let it flow." He whispered against her mouth. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the feeling and he shuddered much as she had when he felt the first tentative touch of her energy mixing with his. It was indescribable.

He'd never done this successfully with anyone before, he hadn't been sure it would even work. To use his ability to sense and manipulate energy to heighten pleasure. It didn't work with Trunks, probably because their encounters had their own dynamic that didn't lend itself to this kind of connection. But buried in Marron's slick tight heat, with the energy passing freely between them, he'd never felt anything like it. He was glad it had happened with Marron, this kind of bonding was best shared with someone he was close to. Someone he cared deeply for.

The blue of her eyes held him in thrall as their gazes locked, their breathing synchronized as they shared the most intimate of unions. He was no longer certain of where he ended and she began, the current of sexual energy waxing and ebbing between them like waves on the seashore. It was like he felt everything she felt, to take and be taken. He knew what she needed before the word faster fell breathlessly from her lips. It was what he needed too.

He plunged his hands into her damp hair, cradling her skull and lifting her to his kiss as his body drove into hers hard and fast. She clutched at him just as desperately, bucking her hips to meet his, twining her tongue with his as the energy wrapped around them until there was nothing left to do but fall into the abyss together. Marron's body stiffening a fraction of a second before his as they clung to each other in their mutual bliss.

Goten cuddled Marron against him, even after their breathing had returned to normal and the last traces of sensual energy had dissipated between them. They lay side by side saying nothing; just floating on the afterglow as the boat steadily rode the tide. Marron rested her head on his bicep, using it as a pillow while Goten fumbled next to him until he found the plastic container he'd brought into the compartment with them. Parking it on his stomach to open one handed. Setting it beside him he reached in and pulled out one of the large ripe strawberries he'd gotten from the resort's kitchen that morning.

He turned the glistening red fruit in his fingers, admiring the perfection of it. He glanced down at Marron and saw her eyes riveted on the strawberry. He grinned and held the berry teasingly before her lips, daring her to take a bite.

"And now for your reward…" he purred. Goten reached over and offered her a bite of the berry. As she bit delicately into the ripe fruit, Goten watched with hooded eyes, and then finished off the berry himself. She was so unconsciously sensual; she probably had no idea how erotic he found the sight of her eating from his fingers to be. She ate the bite of berry silently, her eyes sweeping the length of the berth and his body, but avoiding his eyes. Goten rolled on his side, her head still resting on his bicep. The motion brought the length of his body into contact with hers and he stroked her face gently, watching her. He reached behind him for the container of strawberries and set it on her stomach. Fishing out another gorgeous berry to offer to his lover. She licked away the juice from her lips after taking the offered bite and Goten leaned down to kiss her. Strawberry flavored Marron…delicious.

"What's on your mind?" he asked her quietly. Her face still reflected her troubled thoughts as he hand fed her the strawberries. Her honey colored eyebrows lowered.

She took a deep breath before tilting her head back to look up at him. "Are we going to tell him?"

Goten sighed and rolled onto his back again beside her, leaning his head against hers as they gazed up at the mahogany paneling of the compartments ceiling together. "We should." Goten said finally.

"Do you think he'll be angry?"

"More than likely," Goten sighed, resigned.

"Oh," Marron replied softly, and Goten could hear the trepidation in her voice, reminding him of how angry he sensed Trunks had been the night before with her. His ki had been spiking all over the place. He turned toward her again.

"It's my turn. You asked me a personal question earlier, now I have one for you." He told her. She looked up at him questioningly as he leaned over her and raised an eyebrow. "Last night…what were you so angry about when you left the room?"

She was silent for a long minute, as she lay beside him so still; her only motion was a lazy caress of the backs of her fingers against the flat plane of his abdomen below his navel. Stroking almost down to the dark nest of his pubic hair. He concentrated on her face, trying to ignore what her fingers were doing…the slow absent caress being more arousing somehow than an aggressive approach. He wanted to bring her hand away and make her answer him, but he liked being touched. He liked the small crackle of energy that still jumped from her fingers to his skin, his body still attuned completely to the woman beside him.

"It's not important," she said finally. Goten closed his eyes as her caress moved lower, the backs of her fingers stroking his shaft lightly.

"It is to me. If you're unhappy I want to know."

Setting the container of fruit aside, she pushed him onto his back and leaned over him, her lips tracing a path over his chest. Her hands running over his muscles like she was memorizing him. "You have an incredible body, Goten." She murmured quietly. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"And you're avoiding the question," he told her with a smile, even as he was deeply pleased she found him so attractive. Her blue eyes lifted to his from where she was kissing around his navel, working her way lower toward his erection.

"Yes," she said simply. Turning her attention back to his body. He groaned deeply when she took his shaft in her small soft hands, stroking the length slowly, and fondling his scrotum. He watched her as she looked at him with something akin to wonder in her eyes, like she had never seen him before. "I've never really gotten to play with you like this before, Goten." She breathed.

Goten folded his arms behind his head, spreading his legs wider to give her room. "I'm all yours then, do with me what you will," he joked, grinning at her. She smiled shyly back and leaned over to press a kiss to his hipbone, tracing the definition of muscle lightly with her fingernail, making his cock jump in her hand.

"Do we have time?" she asked him quietly. Goten frowned slightly. Something had been eating at the back of his mind since the day before when he and Trunks were talking about what might be wrong with Marron. He had thought they might be giving her too much attention, now Goten was wondering if it was the opposite. Maybe they weren't giving her the right kind. Her face was expressionless as she waited for his reply, but her eyes told the truth. There was sadness there where there should be none.

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. He remembered her saying. Was that what she thought? That she wasn't their girlfriend at all? He and Trunks had agreed to share their relationship with Marron, and to his way of thinking that meant that Marron was as much his girlfriend as she was Trunks'. She was his too…

"It shouldn't matter." Goten told her. She raised one eyebrow at him as she caressed his turgid flesh.

"How so?" she murmured to him, nuzzling him as she rubbed her cheek softly against his member. He could feel her breasts brushing his thighs as she draped herself half between and half on top of his legs. "You said he would probably be angry about this."

"That's just it. He shouldn't be. Marron, why do you think you and I have never made love alone before?" Goten asked. Marron paused, her face confused.

"I don't know," she replied.

"I think I do," Goten told her and reached down to catch her under the arms and bring her back up to his level, holding her on top of him. "It occurred to me earlier when you said that you and I being together would be like cheating. That's because Trunks is sleeping with me, and sleeping with you-"

"Barely," Marron snorted.

"But obviously not equally. Is that what you were angry about, Marron? That Trunks isn't sharing himself equally?" Marron ducked her head, resting it on his broad chest and nodded.

"That's some of it. The two of you have sex alone so much more often than I ever get Trunks to myself - and you never - that sometimes I feel like all I am to the two of you is your little sex toy. Like some kind of interactive blow-up doll or something." She told him quietly.

"You're not. At least I don't see you that way. I've always thought of you as being my girlfriend too. I'm sorry I never noticed that we were neglecting you before."

She rested her chin on his chest to look at him, his erection pressed between their bodies and she gave an occasional wiggle of her hips against him, letting him know without words she hadn't forgotten him.

"It's not really neglect," she murmured. Goten stroked her face with the backs of his fingers, her skin so soft and satiny. A year she had lived with them, watching in silence as Trunks manipulated things to his liking. Putting himself in the middle, when they had originally intended to share each other. How had he never noticed that he and Marron weren't being treated fairly? He knew. It was because Trunks always had a way of getting what he wanted.

"But it's not really equality either," Goten said softly back. "If you're my girlfriend too, then we should be able to have sex freely. It shouldn't feel like cheating." Her eyelids lowered.

"Goten, do you think I'm a slut?" she blurted suddenly. Goten turned his head toward her, his lips nearly against her hair as she rested on his chest.

"Whaaaat?" he questioned incredulously.

She blushed in the darkness of the berth. "I was wondering...does sleeping with both of you make me a slut now?" she asked softly.

Goten ran her long damp golden hair through his fingers, considering. "No, I don't think so. How many lovers have you ever had? Just Trunks and me, right? And it's different with the three of us."

Marron lifted her head to look at him again, resting her chin on her folded arms. "How do you figure?" she asked, an ironic twist to her voice.

"Well, for one thing we're friends, Marron. That's never going to change, no matter what happens. And for another thing, we love you. We really do." Goten told her earnestly. He hated the look in her eyes, that wasn't the confident, vibrant Marron he loved. She looked so vulnerable, it made him want to go blow up whatever made her sad…even if it was Trunks. Hell, even if it was him. "Why do you ask?" he murmured, stroking her cheek softly again as she bit her lip.

"Because I feel that way," she whispered. Almost too quiet for him to hear except for his sharp Saiyajin ears. "Yesterday at the bar, and this morning when we had breakfast with Trunks before his meeting…I could feel everyone looking at the three of us together, looking and judging me…just like my father does."

Goten's eyebrows came together in a frown. "What do you mean, Marron?"

"My father doesn't approve you know. He thinks I'm asking for trouble, that I'm throwing my reputation away for living with both of you. That I'm being…'immoral'." She managed to get out.

"That's ridiculous! He shouldn't pass judgment on what he doesn't understand." Goten told her vehemently, taking her face in his big hands and making her look at him. "Don't believe him, Marron. What the three of us have - flawed as it may be at the moment - is still better than what most people will ever have, admit it." Her eyes skittered away noncommittally.

"But-"

Goten cut her protest off with a quick hard kiss. "But nuthin'…and don't even worry about what those people at the hotel think. They're all just jealous anyway." He told her grinning; she raised disbelieving eyes to his.

"Jealous? Of…what? Of me?" Goten stroked her back slowly, caressing the dip of her spine with his fingertips, making her shudder slightly against him.

"Of course. You're so beautiful, Marron. You have them all beat, dead to rights. They can't even begin to compare to you. And Trunks, you have to admit; he is pretty easy on the eyes. They all want to be you, kiddo." Goten teased her quietly, her smile warming his heart.

"Don't forget about you, Go-chan. You're drop dead gorgeous yourself," she told him. Wiggling up closer to him to reach his mouth better and she kissed him sweetly, still tasting of strawberries. Goten's eyes sparkled in the dim berth.

"Thank you. But they aren't jealous of me. I wasn't the one screaming to wake the dead last night when I came now was I?" He chuckled. Marron's eyes got impossibly wide.

"Nobody…heard us, did they?"

"Nobody on the other side of the island, I think." Goten laughed. Marron's expression of mortification was just priceless. She tried to pull away and hide her embarrassment, but he didn't let her. Holding her against him with steely strength.

"Goten, let me go!" she demanded, squirming. He rolled them in the berth again, pinning her under him as he grinned down at her.

"Nuh uh, I like this. I like having you underneath me," he purred, nuzzling at her neck again.

"Go-TEN!" she protested.

"Don't be embarrassed, like I said, they're just jealous. Every single one of them. All the women wanted to be you, making love to such a handsome man as Trunks. And every man in the joint wanted to be Trunks…making you feel that way." Goten whispered in a low voice, kissing her neck and jaw tenderly. "Even me."

Her eyes were wide as they met his. "You?" she parroted. The corner of Goten's mouth turned up.

"Yeah… I know you need your time alone with Trunks too. But it was really hard to listen to that from the other room, and not want to be a part of it. It sounded…intense." Marron blushed.

"It was," she said quietly, then flicked her eyes back up to his. "Is that why you said what you did earlier? That you wanted your turn?" she questioned softly. Goten nodded, not trusting his voice as he felt passion swell in him again. Marron smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing closer to him. A wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Go for it then."

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Part three coming soon…watch for it!