Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Strong Heart ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Todesengel_ 
“If you fuck yourself, is that considered masturbation?”
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Psychological / Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
“If you fuck yourself, is that considered masturbation?”
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Psychological / Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
Trunks circled Mirai, hands clasped tightly behind his back as he watched his prey, unable to believe this. It was positively insane that he should be looking back at himself, watching the familiar features move on a face that was exactly like his own.
“Mirai, Mirai,” he whispered, adoring the sound of it coming from his own voice. “the living legend. The epitome of my mother’s bedtime stories. How truly marvelous.”
Mirai stood perfectly still, swallowing hard under such scrutiny. The brunette lay panting on the floor, on the brink of unconsciousness, yet still alive. How threatened Mirai suddenly felt, understanding in that moment what dread a Gazelle must feel, face to face with the approaching lion.
“How often I’ve dreamt of this meeting,” Trunks laughed, pushing his fingers through the short threads of his hair. “like one big orgasmic fantasy come true. Yet here we are, the impossible face to face meeting and I don’t have anything more to do than admire the creation that is myself. How fucking hilarious is that? You’d swear I didn’t have a mirror.”
“What a second,” Kelly was stumbling backwards, forming the accusations that lay on the tongues of all in attendance. “You ….. you two! You look exactly alike. Why, the resemblance it’s-…. Remarkable, my God!”
Trunks merely rolled his eyes, walking up within inches of Mirai’s face, staring at him too closely and caring nothing for personal boundaries.
“My God,” He breathed all too close, shaking his head. “You are fucking fascinating, you know that? Like the big brother I never had and yet I’m hit with this phenomenal infatuation with you. Why are you here?”
He shook his head, laughing and tossing away the question.
“Ahh, forget that,” He tossed his head back. “what do you say we blow this joint and you can …. FILL me in later in private?”
The suggestiveness of the comment was not lost on Mirai and his mother’s words of caution echoed at that exact moment. Truly, Vegeta now was not a concern. And most disconcerting of all, for the first time, staring back into the gorgeous face that he could hardly wish to claim as his own, Mirai understood Vegeta’s fear. All unspoken rules laid to the wayside, sexual intrigue had become an unexpected tempter. No wonder Vegeta feared his own son.
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“So that was you, spying on me today,” Trunks chuckled, placing a glass of straight whiskey on the rocks in front of Mirai. The older version eyed it wearily, recognizing the malicious glint in his younger self’s eyes. It seemed the 24 year old could think of nothing else, mind positively poisoned over time with the need to inflict pleasure and pain upon others. And despite the charming exterior, there was always the underlining sociopathic detachment that Mirai could only recognize in his own face.
“Ha,” Trunks laughed. “And here I had figured mom had sent her old pool boy to spy on me again. She does that from time to time. Finds useless employees and sends them after me.”
He sat down, lazily crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on the expensive armrest of his antique chair.
“You know I fucked the last one she sent me.”
Mirai rolled his eyes, grabbing for his own drink.
“You’re not going to get a rise out of me Trunks.” He warned the younger man.
Rather than seem deterred, Trunk’s smirk only widened, the scent of a challenge all but making him hard.
“Ohhh…” He cooed in a mock disappointed voice. “And I was SO hoping to at one point tonight.”
Mirai felt sweat break out on his forehead.
“So tell me Mirai,” Trunks asked casually, taking a sip of his own drink. “If you fuck yourself, is that considered masturbation?”
“Trunks!” Mirai spat warningly, raising up from his chair.
“Ahh, fine fine,” The younger laughed, motioning with his hands for the other to sit down again. “I’ll behave. For now.”
Mirai sighed, fists clenched into tight balls as he sat. The younger’s absolute gall had thrown him off, the dialogue of this conversation almost inhumane in its raw, uncouth content. He’d never had a discussion that had made him THIS uncomfortable and he squirmed in his chair, connecting eyes with Trunks and wanting to melt into the cushions. It seemed there was nothing the young version wouldn’t say. No inhibition, no apologies, no regrets.
“So, you came back from your world and the first thing she does is send you after me.” Trunks scoffed. “Mother. So fucking original.”
“I don’t think I like your tone,” Mirai cautioned angrily.
“I don’t think I give a shit,” Trunks spat back, showing signs of anger. “So what do you want then?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I want’,” Mirai asked curiously, relieved that his counterpart had visibly calmed down.
“In my experience, everyone wants something.” Trunks said haughtily. “You don’t associate with the devil unless you’re willing to sell your soul for something. It can be sex, drugs, money. Whatever the case. You’re tagging along for a reason. I want to know what it is.”
“I want to help you,” Mirai leaned forward. “I want to change you, if it can be done.”
“Aw, well isn’t that sweet,” Trunks mocked harshly. “I’ve already made it clear what I want you to do in the ways of…..helping me Mirai. It’s only a matter of time.”
Mirai tossed his head back, laughing cruelly. Trunks stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in his hast.
“You’re mocking me for it?!” He spat, challenging the other. “Oh, but doesn’t that make you even more the fool. It’s the ones that underestimate me that it sneaks up upon the quickest. Daddy dearest learned that one.”
“You’re a brat Trunks. You rant and rave like a child.”
“Oh do I? Or does it scare you that you know I’m right? Check your history before stalking me Mirai. About how many people have I pursued and about how many have I slept with? You’ll see the numbers don’t exactly vary. And I WILL have you and I WILL fuck and you WILL enjoy it. That’s the way of the world. I get what I want, when I want, how I want it.”
“Except for me.” Mirai stood up coldly, sizing up the other. “You can throw your sexual hissy-fits at me until this world burns to ashes. But you’ll never have me and it’ll drive you mad.”
“Bullshit. That’s what they all say.”
“Perhaps. But let me propose an idea. You let me help you, you change and I’ll give you the one thing that you’ve always dreamed of.”
Trunk’s eyes lit with sexual fire, his fingers moving up to curiously trace the contours of Mirai’s face.
“Change and you can have me.”
“Mirai, Mirai,” he whispered, adoring the sound of it coming from his own voice. “the living legend. The epitome of my mother’s bedtime stories. How truly marvelous.”
Mirai stood perfectly still, swallowing hard under such scrutiny. The brunette lay panting on the floor, on the brink of unconsciousness, yet still alive. How threatened Mirai suddenly felt, understanding in that moment what dread a Gazelle must feel, face to face with the approaching lion.
“How often I’ve dreamt of this meeting,” Trunks laughed, pushing his fingers through the short threads of his hair. “like one big orgasmic fantasy come true. Yet here we are, the impossible face to face meeting and I don’t have anything more to do than admire the creation that is myself. How fucking hilarious is that? You’d swear I didn’t have a mirror.”
“What a second,” Kelly was stumbling backwards, forming the accusations that lay on the tongues of all in attendance. “You ….. you two! You look exactly alike. Why, the resemblance it’s-…. Remarkable, my God!”
Trunks merely rolled his eyes, walking up within inches of Mirai’s face, staring at him too closely and caring nothing for personal boundaries.
“My God,” He breathed all too close, shaking his head. “You are fucking fascinating, you know that? Like the big brother I never had and yet I’m hit with this phenomenal infatuation with you. Why are you here?”
He shook his head, laughing and tossing away the question.
“Ahh, forget that,” He tossed his head back. “what do you say we blow this joint and you can …. FILL me in later in private?”
The suggestiveness of the comment was not lost on Mirai and his mother’s words of caution echoed at that exact moment. Truly, Vegeta now was not a concern. And most disconcerting of all, for the first time, staring back into the gorgeous face that he could hardly wish to claim as his own, Mirai understood Vegeta’s fear. All unspoken rules laid to the wayside, sexual intrigue had become an unexpected tempter. No wonder Vegeta feared his own son.
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“So that was you, spying on me today,” Trunks chuckled, placing a glass of straight whiskey on the rocks in front of Mirai. The older version eyed it wearily, recognizing the malicious glint in his younger self’s eyes. It seemed the 24 year old could think of nothing else, mind positively poisoned over time with the need to inflict pleasure and pain upon others. And despite the charming exterior, there was always the underlining sociopathic detachment that Mirai could only recognize in his own face.
“Ha,” Trunks laughed. “And here I had figured mom had sent her old pool boy to spy on me again. She does that from time to time. Finds useless employees and sends them after me.”
He sat down, lazily crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on the expensive armrest of his antique chair.
“You know I fucked the last one she sent me.”
Mirai rolled his eyes, grabbing for his own drink.
“You’re not going to get a rise out of me Trunks.” He warned the younger man.
Rather than seem deterred, Trunk’s smirk only widened, the scent of a challenge all but making him hard.
“Ohhh…” He cooed in a mock disappointed voice. “And I was SO hoping to at one point tonight.”
Mirai felt sweat break out on his forehead.
“So tell me Mirai,” Trunks asked casually, taking a sip of his own drink. “If you fuck yourself, is that considered masturbation?”
“Trunks!” Mirai spat warningly, raising up from his chair.
“Ahh, fine fine,” The younger laughed, motioning with his hands for the other to sit down again. “I’ll behave. For now.”
Mirai sighed, fists clenched into tight balls as he sat. The younger’s absolute gall had thrown him off, the dialogue of this conversation almost inhumane in its raw, uncouth content. He’d never had a discussion that had made him THIS uncomfortable and he squirmed in his chair, connecting eyes with Trunks and wanting to melt into the cushions. It seemed there was nothing the young version wouldn’t say. No inhibition, no apologies, no regrets.
“So, you came back from your world and the first thing she does is send you after me.” Trunks scoffed. “Mother. So fucking original.”
“I don’t think I like your tone,” Mirai cautioned angrily.
“I don’t think I give a shit,” Trunks spat back, showing signs of anger. “So what do you want then?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I want’,” Mirai asked curiously, relieved that his counterpart had visibly calmed down.
“In my experience, everyone wants something.” Trunks said haughtily. “You don’t associate with the devil unless you’re willing to sell your soul for something. It can be sex, drugs, money. Whatever the case. You’re tagging along for a reason. I want to know what it is.”
“I want to help you,” Mirai leaned forward. “I want to change you, if it can be done.”
“Aw, well isn’t that sweet,” Trunks mocked harshly. “I’ve already made it clear what I want you to do in the ways of…..helping me Mirai. It’s only a matter of time.”
Mirai tossed his head back, laughing cruelly. Trunks stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in his hast.
“You’re mocking me for it?!” He spat, challenging the other. “Oh, but doesn’t that make you even more the fool. It’s the ones that underestimate me that it sneaks up upon the quickest. Daddy dearest learned that one.”
“You’re a brat Trunks. You rant and rave like a child.”
“Oh do I? Or does it scare you that you know I’m right? Check your history before stalking me Mirai. About how many people have I pursued and about how many have I slept with? You’ll see the numbers don’t exactly vary. And I WILL have you and I WILL fuck and you WILL enjoy it. That’s the way of the world. I get what I want, when I want, how I want it.”
“Except for me.” Mirai stood up coldly, sizing up the other. “You can throw your sexual hissy-fits at me until this world burns to ashes. But you’ll never have me and it’ll drive you mad.”
“Bullshit. That’s what they all say.”
“Perhaps. But let me propose an idea. You let me help you, you change and I’ll give you the one thing that you’ve always dreamed of.”
Trunk’s eyes lit with sexual fire, his fingers moving up to curiously trace the contours of Mirai’s face.
“Change and you can have me.”