Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reach Out and Touch Someone ❯ Chapter 5
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By: dharmaserenity 
Trunks is playing for keeps and Gohan's fighting him, but losing.
Will Gohan ever face this head on?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 946 | Status: Completed
Trunks is playing for keeps and Gohan's fighting him, but losing.
Will Gohan ever face this head on?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 946 | Status: Completed
REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE, PART 5
Title: REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE,part 5.
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY (Jana)
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, Well, seems we have a bit
Of plot here.
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Trunks dominant
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : , angst, m/m sex, graphic sex
Spoilers : This takes place some time after DBZ.
Notes : saddened by finishing my other story, I needed to get this out of my system. I'm going to have to write
something else not Gohan x Trunks related next or I might just lose my mind. LOL
Feedback : Please let me know what you think. Do you think this is going anywhere? Do you want it to go
somewhere?? Let me know. I'll only write further chapters if there is a desire for more! :)
Trunks tossed his head back against the couch's headrest, enjoying the thrill of everything that had happened that day.
He had him.
There was no doubt about it now.
Gohan was between his legs, licking the last bit of Trunks' orgasm away, kissing his inner thigh.
It was already 6:30pm.
Trunks had finished his day and was going to stay a little late to finish up a few things. He was planning on calling
Gohan once he left the office. He hoped that they would get together that evening, his thoughts filled with Gohan
and what had happened that morning, throughout the entire day.
He was astonished when the bell rang and he looked at the monitor to see Gohan standing at the front entrance, waiting
to be buzzed in.
He let him in, already feeling an almost uncontainable glee.
But by the time Gohan made his way up the stairs, Trunks had composed himself. He smiled at Gohan when he entered,
but didn't even come towards him. He just leaned on his desk.
Gohan stood there regarding him shyly.
"Is anyone here?"
"No, just me."
Gohan didn't say anything, just looked aimlessly around Trunks' office.
"What do you want Gohan?"
"I.."
Gohan looked down, blushing.
He looked up again, a bit of a spark in his eyes.
"I want to go down on you."
Trunks merely arched his eyebrows. Then he started to undo his tie.
"You want the clothes off or on?"
"Off. Please."
Trunks did smirk at that. He then undressed. When he was done, he gestured with his hands at the couch, asking
Gohan silently if that's where he wanted him.
Gohan nodded.
Trunks sat, opening his legs, leaning back. Gohan kneeled between Trunks' knees. Gohan was very tentative at first,
but then soon really got into it.
Trunks really had to fight against coming too fast. Just the fact that Gohan was initiating this and what it could
possibly mean, was so thrilling.
It was a great way to end his day. And after such a great start to his day.
Trunks smiled a lot during it all. He couldn't help it. Gohan was losing himself in what he was doing, moaning and
sucking at him, making it very difficult for Trunks to restrain himself. Finally it was all too much for the lavender
haired man and he came, rocking into his couch, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Shuddering, he continued to just let Gohan lick him clean. Gohan was now silently kissing his inner thigh.
Trunks looked down at Gohan, a smirk on his face.
"Had to be sure? I mean, that was the last test, wasn't it? To see if you liked it, right?"
Annoyance flitted across the dark eyes. Between kisses, "No, I just needed it."
Trunks took his foot and rubbed Gohan's bulge. "Feels like you haven't been satisfied to me."
Gohan continued to kiss Trunks' thigh, not answering.
"Come on, Gohan. Tell me. Why are you here?"
"I wanted to go down on you, all right!" Gohan gave Trunks an angry look. Trunks grunted in dissatisfaction at
the answer. "What do you care anyway, you're getting what you want!"
"You don't know what I want Gohan, because you've never asked me."
Gohan's face was part anger, part worry. He continued kissing Trunks' inner thigh. Trunks shook his leg to get him
to stop.
"Well, aren't you even curious?"
"No, I'm not. As long as I fuck you, you should be happy." Gohan stared at him, almost daring him to challenge.
"Shouldn't you be used to this from your dates by now?"
Trunks looked at him levelly. "If that's a reference to me and other men, I don't sleep around Gohan."
Gohan gave him a look that said he didn't believe him.
"Is that what you think of me? That I'm just a fucking whore?"
Gohan closed his eyes, trying to ignore Trunks.
"For your information, I am not with anyone else. I haven't been for some time. Yeah, people have wondered. I
never really thought about it. And I've only dated women before. And before you make another snide remark,
I've always used condoms and I've tested negative."
Gohan, eyes open, continued to kiss Trunks thigh, not daring to look at the angry grey eyes boring into him.
"I don't like it when you talk to me like that Gohan. I haven't done anything to you. It hurts when you try to take
things out on me."
Gohan looked down at Trunks genitals, leaning on Trunks' knees with his arms. "I'm sorry." Trunks looked down at his
dark head of hair, wanting to run his hands through it, or yank it hard - he wasn't quite sure which.
Trunks looked at the window and saw the sky streamed in beautiful colors. It would be dark soon.
"I can open the couch."
Gohan looked up at him, desire in his eyes.
"Ok?" Trunks checked.
Huskily, Gohan replied, "Yeah."
Trunks got up, and started to pull the couch cushions off while Gohan undressed, all the time watching Trunks.
Once the bed was opened, Trunks walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some bedding and pillows. He made up the bed
as quickly as possible, in between watching Gohan undress. When the bed was made, he lay on it, Gohan meeting him in
the middle.
They kissed for a long time, listening to each other's breathing. It was now dark, the lights turned off. The big
office window let in the city's lights, outlining their bodies in the dark.
Gohan moaned quietly every time Trunks touched him.
They were really making love, taking the time to linger over each other's bodies, kissing a great deal.
Trunks mounted Gohan, almost face-to-face, all though he was propped up high. He watched Gohan's head thrash from side
to side in the searing pain of his first entry. Gohan cried out as Trunks increased the rate of his thrusting, tears
streaming from his eyes, catching the lights coming from outside.
Trunks arched his neck back, just enjoying the feeling. He felt so good with Gohan. It almost hurt.
He tried not to think about how much he was falling for his dark haired lover.
Gohan grabbed the sheets in fists, willing his body to open so that the pain would subside. He felt the pleasure of
the experience underneath it all, but right now the pain was too much.
Trunks could feel Gohan moving beneath him gingerly and threw himself off the bed cursing.
"Trunks?!"
Trunks stormed out of the office.
Gohan wiped at the tears on his face, sitting up in the center of the bed, looking at the door. Stark hall light
streamed into the office.
He heard padded feet returning and watched as Trunks entered the office again, several packets in his hands.
Trunks climbed back on the bed, opening a packet with his teeth.
He spit out a bit of plastic, and then reached between Gohan's legs.
"Lie down." Gohan obeyed, lifting up his knees.
The substance was cool and soothing as it was applied.
"It's Vaseline. It will make it easier. I forgot about the medicine cabinet. Sorry."
Trunks applied some of the Vaseline to his erection and then kneeled between Gohan's legs. He entered Gohan again,
and although it was still hot and painful it was easier and better for Gohan.
Before too long, the repeated thrusts filled Gohan with pleasure. Gohan, feeling alone and safe with Trunks for the
first time, let himself go and moaned all throughout their love making. Trunks joined him. Gohan said Trunks name
repeatedly and Trunks smiled through his moans.
When Gohan came, he screamed for all he was worth, his body shuddering from the pleasure that came with the release
of the scream from his throat. Trunks came in response to Gohan's body pulsating around him. He screamed loudly
too. He thrust until he couldn't anymore and collapsed into Gohan's sweaty embrace.
They lay like that, in each other's arms until their heartbeats calmed.
Cold, Trunks pulled the blanket over both of them. From the light of the clock on the table, Trunks could see Gohan's
lids becoming heavy.
Gohan was exhausted. After a day of mental torture, aimlessly walking through the university, and a sleepless night,
plus satisfying sex, he was just spent. He would have tried to fight off sleep if he had been aware of its approach
in the first place. But Gohan was out cold before Trunks could settle in comfortably next to him.
Trunks looked down at his lover's angelic face, Trunks' chin propped up in the palm of his hand. Gohan started to breath
deeper and Trunks looked at the clock.
It was about 8:00pm and he knew Videl would be wondering and worried about Gohan by now. He looked back down at Gohan's
sleeping face and smiled.
Trunks was not sleepy at all, so got out of bed without disturbing Gohan. He padded around his office on bare feet.
Before long, he found what he was looking for.
Inside Gohan's jacket pocket, he found Gohan's cell phone and shut it off, closing the flap before it could play its
shutting down song. He then slipped it back in Gohan's pocket. He then found Gohan's glasses and put them on.
He staggered around the office, naked, with his hands out before him, blinded by Gohan's thick prescription lenses.
He almost laughed out loud at his own giddy silliness, but managed to stifle it.
* * *
Gohan opened his eyes, and realized he wasn't home, but didn't know where he was. He heard someone snoring lightly
next to him and turned. In the darkness, he was able to make out Trunks' delicate features.
Gohan heard his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep. Fear gripped his heart
as he wondered what time it might be. He turned to try to get out of bed and saw numbers illuminated on the table
next to the foldout couch.
It was 3:33am.
Gohan felt his heart in his throat as he got up on shaking legs. He felt the residual moisture between his legs from
their earlier lovemaking as he stood. Gohan trembled as he tried to find his clothes in the dark. His knee banged
painfully into the foot of the bed, stirring Trunks awake.
"Gohan?"
"I'm going home."
Trunks sat up, wiping at his eyes, trying to wake up.
"Oh."
Gohan sat down on the edge of the bed. "Can you please put the light on? I can't see anything."
Trunks sat there looking at Gohan's back for a moment, annoyed at the tone in Gohan's voice. He then leaned over and
turned on the lamp on the table next to the fold-out couch.
Both men blinked in the sudden light. Gohan got up and went over to his clothes. As he put on his underwear, he
reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell. He flipped it open and saw that it was off. He then looked
at Trunks, hate in his eyes.
Trunks, leaning on one arm, head leaning towards his shoulder flirtatiously, gave Gohan a blank look.
"What's wrong?"
Gohan's face transformed by rage, screamed, "You know damn well what's wrong!"
Trunks made a face, but seemed little perturbed by Gohan's outburst. "Ah, no I don't. Care to enlighten me?"
Gohan fought the urge to fling his phone at Trunks' face.
"You shut off my phone."
Trunks started laughing, looking down in exasperation as he shook his head. "No, I didn't."
Gohan almost looked ugly as anger transformed his face. "YOU LYING BASTARD!"
Trunks gave Gohan a deadly look. "Gohan, I didn't shut off your fucking phone. Now, why don't you get dressed and
get the fuck out of my office. Or I'll call the cops."
Gohan looked at him in incredulity.
"I can't believe you!"
"You don't believe I'll call the cops?"
"That you would do this!" Gohan's voice broke as tears filled his eyes in impotent rage.
"Gohan, this is the last time I'm going to say this. I didn't turn off your phone. Got it?"
Doubt filled Gohan's features for the first time as he looked at his phone, fat tears falling from his eyes. He turned
the phone on and waited for it to charge up. When it was back on fully, he saw that he had three messages. He just
couldn't bring himself to listen to them in front of Trunks, who was shooting daggers at him with his eyes.
Gohan got dressed feeling like a whore that's been kicked out of bed, completely unwanted.
Trunks slammed his office door behind him.
* * *
Trunks, half dressed paced his office floor frantically.
He was angry, even though he knew he really did shut off Gohan's phone. It was almost as if he had convinced himself
of his own lie.
He stopped pacing and in the dark watched Gohan's car from his office window. He made sure that he could not be seen.
He could see the light of Gohan's phone pressed to his face.
* * *
All three messages were from Videl. The last one, she was crying.
With a shaking hand, he dialed Goten.
When Goten picked up, "Goten, it's me Gohan. I ... I know... I know it's late. Nothing, no Mom and Dad are... Please
Goten, I need your help!"
* * *
Trunks watched Gohan's car leave. He returned to the bed and layed down on it, full of energy but not knowing what to
do with any of it.
He thought about what he did, but didn't feel guilty. He then realized the extent he was willing to go.
He wanted Gohan, and was going to make sure that Gohan slipped up.
He didn't really fear that he had gone too far or that Gohan wouldn't return to him. He saw the look of self-doubt on
Gohan's face the last time he denied shutting off his phone. Gohan would think that in the mayhem of the day, he had
shut it off himself.
Trunks couldn't help but smile, even though weakly.
Gohan was so lost. Gohan would try to call him again and soon. And Trunks wasn't going to make it so easy this time.
Gohan would have to beg.
And Trunks felt pretty confident that he would.
He got up in nervous energy and just looked at the bed. He started to put it all away so that he could at least try
to get some sleep.
At one point, Trunks felt like a heel. He didn't understand why he was being so hateful. But then his thoughts just
returned to Gohan, the way he had looked each time they made love in the office that day. And he realized that he was
angry.
He was angry at Gohan simply because Gohan was married and not his yet.
He wanted Gohan and was going to make sure that he got him. And he was going to have to be ugly about it. He would
have to manipulate Gohan just enough to get what he wanted accomplished. Because he knew Gohan well enough to know
that the guilt would eventually get to him. The biggest drawback about Gohan was that he was truly a good person and
would feel pain at the thought of what he was doing to Videl. And really, would Trunks feel as strongly as he did for
him if he were any different? That was going to be Trunks' biggest hurdle in all of this. Not so much Gohan's love
for Videl, but his not wanting to hurt her. So Gohan was going to have to slip up just enough for Videl to ask some
pertinent questions. Eventually, Gohan was going to run out of explanations.
Trunks still felt like a heel though. He looked down at his car sadly from his office window. He hated the fact that he
was going home to an empty apartment.
* * *
Videl heard the car door and was up off the couch and opening the front door before Goten could even get out of his side
of the car.
Goten gave her an apologetic look. He then opened the passenger side of the door, and what appeared to be a very drunk
Gohan practically spilled into his arms.
Goten helped him over to the door.
Videl, shaking, grabbed Gohan's other arm and helped to prop him up on his other side.
He reeked of alcohol. Gohan looked like he would pass out at any moment, so they dumped him on the living room couch.
Goten looked at his tear-stained sister-in-law's face and felt like the world's biggest liar for what he was doing.
"I'm sorry Videl, but I took him out after his class today." Goten whispered this. "I got him to stay for a few drinks
and then he just kind of had too much. He doesn't really know how to drink, you know?" Goten shrugged uncomfortably.
"Why didn't you guys call?"
"Honestly, Videl, we lost all track of time. I'm sorry. He is too."
Videl looked like she would cry again, but held it in. Goten wanted out of there.
She thanked him for bringing Gohan home.
After Goten left, she climbed the stairs, just leaving Gohan down on the couch. She didn't know what else to do.
Once she left, Gohan opened miserable eyes, hating himself.
Title: REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE,part 5.
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY (Jana)
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, Well, seems we have a bit
Of plot here.
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Trunks dominant
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : , angst, m/m sex, graphic sex
Spoilers : This takes place some time after DBZ.
Notes : saddened by finishing my other story, I needed to get this out of my system. I'm going to have to write
something else not Gohan x Trunks related next or I might just lose my mind. LOL
Feedback : Please let me know what you think. Do you think this is going anywhere? Do you want it to go
somewhere?? Let me know. I'll only write further chapters if there is a desire for more! :)
Trunks tossed his head back against the couch's headrest, enjoying the thrill of everything that had happened that day.
He had him.
There was no doubt about it now.
Gohan was between his legs, licking the last bit of Trunks' orgasm away, kissing his inner thigh.
It was already 6:30pm.
Trunks had finished his day and was going to stay a little late to finish up a few things. He was planning on calling
Gohan once he left the office. He hoped that they would get together that evening, his thoughts filled with Gohan
and what had happened that morning, throughout the entire day.
He was astonished when the bell rang and he looked at the monitor to see Gohan standing at the front entrance, waiting
to be buzzed in.
He let him in, already feeling an almost uncontainable glee.
But by the time Gohan made his way up the stairs, Trunks had composed himself. He smiled at Gohan when he entered,
but didn't even come towards him. He just leaned on his desk.
Gohan stood there regarding him shyly.
"Is anyone here?"
"No, just me."
Gohan didn't say anything, just looked aimlessly around Trunks' office.
"What do you want Gohan?"
"I.."
Gohan looked down, blushing.
He looked up again, a bit of a spark in his eyes.
"I want to go down on you."
Trunks merely arched his eyebrows. Then he started to undo his tie.
"You want the clothes off or on?"
"Off. Please."
Trunks did smirk at that. He then undressed. When he was done, he gestured with his hands at the couch, asking
Gohan silently if that's where he wanted him.
Gohan nodded.
Trunks sat, opening his legs, leaning back. Gohan kneeled between Trunks' knees. Gohan was very tentative at first,
but then soon really got into it.
Trunks really had to fight against coming too fast. Just the fact that Gohan was initiating this and what it could
possibly mean, was so thrilling.
It was a great way to end his day. And after such a great start to his day.
Trunks smiled a lot during it all. He couldn't help it. Gohan was losing himself in what he was doing, moaning and
sucking at him, making it very difficult for Trunks to restrain himself. Finally it was all too much for the lavender
haired man and he came, rocking into his couch, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Shuddering, he continued to just let Gohan lick him clean. Gohan was now silently kissing his inner thigh.
Trunks looked down at Gohan, a smirk on his face.
"Had to be sure? I mean, that was the last test, wasn't it? To see if you liked it, right?"
Annoyance flitted across the dark eyes. Between kisses, "No, I just needed it."
Trunks took his foot and rubbed Gohan's bulge. "Feels like you haven't been satisfied to me."
Gohan continued to kiss Trunks' thigh, not answering.
"Come on, Gohan. Tell me. Why are you here?"
"I wanted to go down on you, all right!" Gohan gave Trunks an angry look. Trunks grunted in dissatisfaction at
the answer. "What do you care anyway, you're getting what you want!"
"You don't know what I want Gohan, because you've never asked me."
Gohan's face was part anger, part worry. He continued kissing Trunks' inner thigh. Trunks shook his leg to get him
to stop.
"Well, aren't you even curious?"
"No, I'm not. As long as I fuck you, you should be happy." Gohan stared at him, almost daring him to challenge.
"Shouldn't you be used to this from your dates by now?"
Trunks looked at him levelly. "If that's a reference to me and other men, I don't sleep around Gohan."
Gohan gave him a look that said he didn't believe him.
"Is that what you think of me? That I'm just a fucking whore?"
Gohan closed his eyes, trying to ignore Trunks.
"For your information, I am not with anyone else. I haven't been for some time. Yeah, people have wondered. I
never really thought about it. And I've only dated women before. And before you make another snide remark,
I've always used condoms and I've tested negative."
Gohan, eyes open, continued to kiss Trunks thigh, not daring to look at the angry grey eyes boring into him.
"I don't like it when you talk to me like that Gohan. I haven't done anything to you. It hurts when you try to take
things out on me."
Gohan looked down at Trunks genitals, leaning on Trunks' knees with his arms. "I'm sorry." Trunks looked down at his
dark head of hair, wanting to run his hands through it, or yank it hard - he wasn't quite sure which.
Trunks looked at the window and saw the sky streamed in beautiful colors. It would be dark soon.
"I can open the couch."
Gohan looked up at him, desire in his eyes.
"Ok?" Trunks checked.
Huskily, Gohan replied, "Yeah."
Trunks got up, and started to pull the couch cushions off while Gohan undressed, all the time watching Trunks.
Once the bed was opened, Trunks walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some bedding and pillows. He made up the bed
as quickly as possible, in between watching Gohan undress. When the bed was made, he lay on it, Gohan meeting him in
the middle.
They kissed for a long time, listening to each other's breathing. It was now dark, the lights turned off. The big
office window let in the city's lights, outlining their bodies in the dark.
Gohan moaned quietly every time Trunks touched him.
They were really making love, taking the time to linger over each other's bodies, kissing a great deal.
Trunks mounted Gohan, almost face-to-face, all though he was propped up high. He watched Gohan's head thrash from side
to side in the searing pain of his first entry. Gohan cried out as Trunks increased the rate of his thrusting, tears
streaming from his eyes, catching the lights coming from outside.
Trunks arched his neck back, just enjoying the feeling. He felt so good with Gohan. It almost hurt.
He tried not to think about how much he was falling for his dark haired lover.
Gohan grabbed the sheets in fists, willing his body to open so that the pain would subside. He felt the pleasure of
the experience underneath it all, but right now the pain was too much.
Trunks could feel Gohan moving beneath him gingerly and threw himself off the bed cursing.
"Trunks?!"
Trunks stormed out of the office.
Gohan wiped at the tears on his face, sitting up in the center of the bed, looking at the door. Stark hall light
streamed into the office.
He heard padded feet returning and watched as Trunks entered the office again, several packets in his hands.
Trunks climbed back on the bed, opening a packet with his teeth.
He spit out a bit of plastic, and then reached between Gohan's legs.
"Lie down." Gohan obeyed, lifting up his knees.
The substance was cool and soothing as it was applied.
"It's Vaseline. It will make it easier. I forgot about the medicine cabinet. Sorry."
Trunks applied some of the Vaseline to his erection and then kneeled between Gohan's legs. He entered Gohan again,
and although it was still hot and painful it was easier and better for Gohan.
Before too long, the repeated thrusts filled Gohan with pleasure. Gohan, feeling alone and safe with Trunks for the
first time, let himself go and moaned all throughout their love making. Trunks joined him. Gohan said Trunks name
repeatedly and Trunks smiled through his moans.
When Gohan came, he screamed for all he was worth, his body shuddering from the pleasure that came with the release
of the scream from his throat. Trunks came in response to Gohan's body pulsating around him. He screamed loudly
too. He thrust until he couldn't anymore and collapsed into Gohan's sweaty embrace.
They lay like that, in each other's arms until their heartbeats calmed.
Cold, Trunks pulled the blanket over both of them. From the light of the clock on the table, Trunks could see Gohan's
lids becoming heavy.
Gohan was exhausted. After a day of mental torture, aimlessly walking through the university, and a sleepless night,
plus satisfying sex, he was just spent. He would have tried to fight off sleep if he had been aware of its approach
in the first place. But Gohan was out cold before Trunks could settle in comfortably next to him.
Trunks looked down at his lover's angelic face, Trunks' chin propped up in the palm of his hand. Gohan started to breath
deeper and Trunks looked at the clock.
It was about 8:00pm and he knew Videl would be wondering and worried about Gohan by now. He looked back down at Gohan's
sleeping face and smiled.
Trunks was not sleepy at all, so got out of bed without disturbing Gohan. He padded around his office on bare feet.
Before long, he found what he was looking for.
Inside Gohan's jacket pocket, he found Gohan's cell phone and shut it off, closing the flap before it could play its
shutting down song. He then slipped it back in Gohan's pocket. He then found Gohan's glasses and put them on.
He staggered around the office, naked, with his hands out before him, blinded by Gohan's thick prescription lenses.
He almost laughed out loud at his own giddy silliness, but managed to stifle it.
* * *
Gohan opened his eyes, and realized he wasn't home, but didn't know where he was. He heard someone snoring lightly
next to him and turned. In the darkness, he was able to make out Trunks' delicate features.
Gohan heard his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep. Fear gripped his heart
as he wondered what time it might be. He turned to try to get out of bed and saw numbers illuminated on the table
next to the foldout couch.
It was 3:33am.
Gohan felt his heart in his throat as he got up on shaking legs. He felt the residual moisture between his legs from
their earlier lovemaking as he stood. Gohan trembled as he tried to find his clothes in the dark. His knee banged
painfully into the foot of the bed, stirring Trunks awake.
"Gohan?"
"I'm going home."
Trunks sat up, wiping at his eyes, trying to wake up.
"Oh."
Gohan sat down on the edge of the bed. "Can you please put the light on? I can't see anything."
Trunks sat there looking at Gohan's back for a moment, annoyed at the tone in Gohan's voice. He then leaned over and
turned on the lamp on the table next to the fold-out couch.
Both men blinked in the sudden light. Gohan got up and went over to his clothes. As he put on his underwear, he
reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell. He flipped it open and saw that it was off. He then looked
at Trunks, hate in his eyes.
Trunks, leaning on one arm, head leaning towards his shoulder flirtatiously, gave Gohan a blank look.
"What's wrong?"
Gohan's face transformed by rage, screamed, "You know damn well what's wrong!"
Trunks made a face, but seemed little perturbed by Gohan's outburst. "Ah, no I don't. Care to enlighten me?"
Gohan fought the urge to fling his phone at Trunks' face.
"You shut off my phone."
Trunks started laughing, looking down in exasperation as he shook his head. "No, I didn't."
Gohan almost looked ugly as anger transformed his face. "YOU LYING BASTARD!"
Trunks gave Gohan a deadly look. "Gohan, I didn't shut off your fucking phone. Now, why don't you get dressed and
get the fuck out of my office. Or I'll call the cops."
Gohan looked at him in incredulity.
"I can't believe you!"
"You don't believe I'll call the cops?"
"That you would do this!" Gohan's voice broke as tears filled his eyes in impotent rage.
"Gohan, this is the last time I'm going to say this. I didn't turn off your phone. Got it?"
Doubt filled Gohan's features for the first time as he looked at his phone, fat tears falling from his eyes. He turned
the phone on and waited for it to charge up. When it was back on fully, he saw that he had three messages. He just
couldn't bring himself to listen to them in front of Trunks, who was shooting daggers at him with his eyes.
Gohan got dressed feeling like a whore that's been kicked out of bed, completely unwanted.
Trunks slammed his office door behind him.
* * *
Trunks, half dressed paced his office floor frantically.
He was angry, even though he knew he really did shut off Gohan's phone. It was almost as if he had convinced himself
of his own lie.
He stopped pacing and in the dark watched Gohan's car from his office window. He made sure that he could not be seen.
He could see the light of Gohan's phone pressed to his face.
* * *
All three messages were from Videl. The last one, she was crying.
With a shaking hand, he dialed Goten.
When Goten picked up, "Goten, it's me Gohan. I ... I know... I know it's late. Nothing, no Mom and Dad are... Please
Goten, I need your help!"
* * *
Trunks watched Gohan's car leave. He returned to the bed and layed down on it, full of energy but not knowing what to
do with any of it.
He thought about what he did, but didn't feel guilty. He then realized the extent he was willing to go.
He wanted Gohan, and was going to make sure that Gohan slipped up.
He didn't really fear that he had gone too far or that Gohan wouldn't return to him. He saw the look of self-doubt on
Gohan's face the last time he denied shutting off his phone. Gohan would think that in the mayhem of the day, he had
shut it off himself.
Trunks couldn't help but smile, even though weakly.
Gohan was so lost. Gohan would try to call him again and soon. And Trunks wasn't going to make it so easy this time.
Gohan would have to beg.
And Trunks felt pretty confident that he would.
He got up in nervous energy and just looked at the bed. He started to put it all away so that he could at least try
to get some sleep.
At one point, Trunks felt like a heel. He didn't understand why he was being so hateful. But then his thoughts just
returned to Gohan, the way he had looked each time they made love in the office that day. And he realized that he was
angry.
He was angry at Gohan simply because Gohan was married and not his yet.
He wanted Gohan and was going to make sure that he got him. And he was going to have to be ugly about it. He would
have to manipulate Gohan just enough to get what he wanted accomplished. Because he knew Gohan well enough to know
that the guilt would eventually get to him. The biggest drawback about Gohan was that he was truly a good person and
would feel pain at the thought of what he was doing to Videl. And really, would Trunks feel as strongly as he did for
him if he were any different? That was going to be Trunks' biggest hurdle in all of this. Not so much Gohan's love
for Videl, but his not wanting to hurt her. So Gohan was going to have to slip up just enough for Videl to ask some
pertinent questions. Eventually, Gohan was going to run out of explanations.
Trunks still felt like a heel though. He looked down at his car sadly from his office window. He hated the fact that he
was going home to an empty apartment.
* * *
Videl heard the car door and was up off the couch and opening the front door before Goten could even get out of his side
of the car.
Goten gave her an apologetic look. He then opened the passenger side of the door, and what appeared to be a very drunk
Gohan practically spilled into his arms.
Goten helped him over to the door.
Videl, shaking, grabbed Gohan's other arm and helped to prop him up on his other side.
He reeked of alcohol. Gohan looked like he would pass out at any moment, so they dumped him on the living room couch.
Goten looked at his tear-stained sister-in-law's face and felt like the world's biggest liar for what he was doing.
"I'm sorry Videl, but I took him out after his class today." Goten whispered this. "I got him to stay for a few drinks
and then he just kind of had too much. He doesn't really know how to drink, you know?" Goten shrugged uncomfortably.
"Why didn't you guys call?"
"Honestly, Videl, we lost all track of time. I'm sorry. He is too."
Videl looked like she would cry again, but held it in. Goten wanted out of there.
She thanked him for bringing Gohan home.
After Goten left, she climbed the stairs, just leaving Gohan down on the couch. She didn't know what else to do.
Once she left, Gohan opened miserable eyes, hating himself.