Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ Haunted By Sorrow ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: brucesgirl 
Trunks and Goten have a hot and heavy encounter at the club.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Horror / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 371 | Status: Completed
Trunks and Goten have a hot and heavy encounter at the club.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Horror / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 371 | Status: Completed
Tradition held Goten and Trunks together twice a week at a dark, crowded club on the outskirts of Tokyo, and there was nothing, short of the world ending, that would prevent them from partaking in the dark pleasures of the night. Goten's desires came to life in the heavy, pounding beat of hard rock and techno while his hands moved on various lithe bodies that heightened his sense of release and abandon.
Trunk was slightly more controlled, and this particular night, not three feet from Goten, he watched his best friend with a concerned gaze. A beautiful woman moved against Trunks on the dance floor, and the moment her hands slid down his back, pressing his hips against hers, he found himself disgusted and repulsed by the brashness, and he immediately shoved her away. She snorted at him and disappeared into the crowd, but Trunks' body still moved gracefully to the pounding beat despite the distraction.
Beauty did not interest Trunks as much as it lured Goten into sin, and thus, he shoved away the most beautiful of women. He had a distinct talent for being able to see past just the skin deep beauty of the nightlife, and there was the rare occasion that he could see into their souls and either intensely like or dislike their personalities. It was this way when he saw Diana at the table earlier that day at his business meeting with her mother.
Diana's pale blue eyes lured Trunks into her gaze, and he found himself nearly terrified at the deep hatred that she harbored deep within herself. Trunks normally would have dismissed a woman from his mind after such an observation, but it was then that the Saiya-jin heir had an epiphany. Though she held back the glint of insanity from her eyes, deep inside of her, she was depressed, pulled apart, and sinking inside a pool of her own misery. Trunks had the distinct impression that she defined herself by her emotions and secrets, and he wasn't sure whether that was what she wanted or what she was used to as a contrast.
While they made the introductions, a scent from her reached his nose that made his blood set on fire, and sent his desire singing through his veins. He watched as Goten squirmed underneath her gaze and averted his eyes from the table as if though trying to concentrate on something, and when the scent of his arousal hit Trunks' nose, it heightened his awareness of the room, and now, instead of just boiling with lust, he also boiled with an forceful, if not dangerous, yearning to pull Goten across the table and dominate him with all that he was.
Trunks had to shake himself slightly at the idea. Never, in all the years that he and Goten had been friends, had he ever wanted to actually hurt him to show dominance, but there, at the table with that strange girl, he found himself aroused to a point beyond belief, wanting to make Goten scream his name in pain. Despite the sudden odd want to hurt his best friend in ways he'd never dreamed of, Trunks still possessed a deep affection for Goten that exceeded their friendship and demanded protection for the youngest Son.
Trunks broke himself from his musings and stared at the sight that was presented to him in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Goten's eyes that were usually open and sparkling with mischief were closed and clenched as two girls rubbed themselves against him provocatively in the flashing lights of the club. Trunks watched in shock as Goten tipped one of the girls' head back and kissed her deeply while the other blatantly ran her hand over his obvious erection pressing against the black silk of his trousers. Trunks' eyes filled with confusion at the strange actions of his friend.
Goten was beautiful in the deep blue light, and his perfect body moved in a faultless rhythm to the music. Trunks nearly wanted to rip the two girls off of him, but he was caught in his own world as he watched the dark haired Saiya-jin practically have sex with the two wanton creatures there on the floor in front of everyone. He found himself aroused beyond belief as he watched Goten's hand slip between the legs of one gyrating body, making the girl throw her head back and shiver in a blatant orgasm there in front of everyone.
When Trunks snapped to, he was staring into desire laden chocolate eyes that were directed at him. The music seemed to increase tenfold until the voices of the dancers were no longer heard, and all he could see were the long lashed, expressive eyes of his best friend as he danced with the beat. With every pounding of the bass, Trunks could feel exquisite heat pooling in his lower belly, making him spike his scent probably enough that Goten could smell it from the short distance that he was away from his friend.
Trunks first felt the breath on his neck like a caress, but when a long, lithe body pressed against his, he stiffened. Something hard was pressed against his hip, and he knew immediately who the molester was. Trunks turned and shoved Alex off of him, only to come face to face with beautiful pale blue eyes that shone in mischief. It seemed that Diana, Alex, and Andrew had the same idea, and Andrew waved with his usual goofy smile, making Trunks relax slightly. He didn't bother saying hello over the beat. They wouldn't have heard him anyway.
Alex and Andrew immediately passed Trunks to find their own spot on the floor, and that left him staring at Diana. She gazed back at him, unsmiling and uninviting. She seemed to be as intimidated by him as he was by her, and in the back of her mind, she swore to use that against him eventually. She approached Trunks, and when her eyes flickered to Goten, she smiled. This time, instead of the smile being plastic, it was indeed real, but it was not a kind smile. Malice poured from it like a waterfall pours from a cliff, and her eyes sparkled in vicious reproach. Trunks continued to gaze at her, and when her eyes found him again, so did her body.
When she first pressed herself to him, he had the discrete desire to shove her off into the floor, until she moved her hips. Trunks slowly wrapped a muscled arm around her waist, and sliding a leg between hers, he began to press his hips against hers in a teasing rhythm, making her head toss back and allowing the massive ebony silken mass to flow down like a shining wave of black. The more he teased and moved against her, the stronger the sweet scent of her arousal became, and before he knew what was happening, he was kissing her, biting her neck, and ravaging every inch of visible skin on her leather-clad body.
He was in hell. His blood boiled like fire in his veins, and his arousal was so hard and hot that it was nearly painful as she gyrated her hips against him. When she raised her blue eyes to his, he saw nothing. The eyes that had sparkled earlier with mischief and then malice were empty as a dank, shuttered room, and he found himself suddenly feeling that he was dancing with nothing but a mannequin. It had occurred to Trunks that he had seen every negative emotion in her eyes so far. He had even glanced anger at the dinner table at the restaurant, but he hadn't seen anything mildly representing love. It seemed that where there was supposed to be love and affection in her gaze, there was emptiness as if though part of her being had been erased.
His lips found hers, and whatever pretenses he had about a kiss being chaste fled his mind. She delved into his mouth hungrily as if though she were starved for this one, sexual touch, and Trunks obliged her hunger. The kiss spread warmth and licks of fire through his body, and in the back of his mind, he tried to describe the way she tasted, but it was impossible. She tasted like vanilla and cream and liquor, and yet, she tasted dark and spicy like cinnamon, and there was an earthy, more potent taste that filled his sense that he immediately recognized as weed.
Trunks was distracted by her, but he was not distracted enough to be able to ignore the sudden heated body that was pressed into his back. When he raised his head, he thought for a moment to push off Alex, but the calloused hands that slid down his sides and rested on the fronts of his hips did not belong to a rich boy. A familiar, rich scent graced his nose, and he gasped as those same calloused hands pressed against his stomach and pressed him back against a rock solid chest and a straining arousal.
Goten was not just on fire. His blood seeped through his veins like molten lava as he watched Trunks and Diana. He felt the familiar disgust at his own actions rise like bile in his throat, but he couldn't seem to tear himself away from his friend and this strangely beautiful woman that gave off the heady scent of arousal. It was as if though his own instinct was in charge of his actions, and if he had wanted to stop it, he felt that he wouldn't be able to.
So instead of turning away, he fulfilled his deepest fantasy and pressed his slightly smaller body against Trunks' and ghosted his lips over the Saiya-jin's neck. This would be just another sin to add the growing list, and Goten, at this point, didn't care how long the list got. Trunks seemed shocked at first of his advance, and then, as if a water dam had broken over desert, the lavender haired boy sunk against his friend and fell into a new, but familiar movement that they had perfected in combat over the years.
Diana couldn't help but notice how the boys fell into the beat together. They moved like a well-oiled gear, and she thought that being against Trunks' flawless body was arousing, but this…. This was beautiful, dangerous, and sinful. The way the two moved together put the rest of the dance floor to shame, and even as Trunks' head fell back on Goten's shoulder, exposing his pale neck to the boy, their rhythm never broke. Diana stepped back and watched as Goten's hands roamed the cotton t-shirt, testing familiar muscles, pressing in arousing spots on Trunks' lower stomach, and gently pressing his lips to the exposed column of tender flesh.
Goten's mind was filled with the thoughts of pressing into his friend, making him cry out in pleasure and pant his name. He kept watching as flashing dark eyes filled his mind, dirtied his thoughts, and spurred his desire. Where the idea of Vegeta should have disgusted Goten at this point, it aroused him. He could feel the roughness of Vegeta's bare hands ghosting down his back when he wished to be tender, and he could feel the blood pour from his healed wounds as he felt Vegeta lose control of himself.
This was Trunks he was looking upon however, and no matter how much like his father he acted, looked, and smelled, Goten felt at ease with Trunks, and if they were to commit any sins tonight, Goten swore that it would be with each other. An overwhelming possession filled his body, and he felt obsession sneak its ugly head into his thoughts. No one would touch Trunks this night but him, and he glared at Diana over Trunk's shoulder to watch her as her fingers ghosted down Trunks' chest.
She caught his eyes, and she smiled a malicious, gloating grin that made Goten's blood heat in anger. She was taunting him, and he bared his teeth at her to warn her away from his prize, but instead, she stepped fully against Trunks, and pulled Goten into a kiss over the broad shoulder. The boy balked at her advance, but when he felt her tugging them through the crowd, she released him. The wild, lithe creatures of the night passed them group by group until they were at a VIP room that stood empty and open for Tokyo's most wealthy heir and his business partner.
Goten was in a haze as she pulled them into the room. She gracefully shut and locked the door behind them, and on the crimson couches of the smoke filled room, there were pillows, and in one corner, next to a mirror, stood various bottles of oils, scents, and toys that would have made Goten blush any other day but today. Trunks seemed like a willing submissive, and when Goten felt himself shoved down onto the couch with Trunks straddling him, he glared up at the smirking woman. She pulled a joint from her cigarette holder and lit it, letting the smoke curl around Trunks and Goten.
Trunks' actions had paused, but the moment he found himself on Goten, he began to move. His pale, lush lips pressed against Goten's neck hungrily, and suddenly, the Son's greatest and most powerful fantasy was given to him as Trunks' lips slid over his own, and wiped out the image of a smirking blue eyed siren over his shoulder. The kiss was deep, promising, and passionate, but as it wore on, it became savage, haunting, and wild. Goten had never tasted anything like this before, and even though Trunks was familiar to him like the back of his own hand, this was new, and it excited him beyond understanding.
Outside the room in a dark corner, Alex gasped as Andrew drew his lips away from his arousal and made a muffled declaration. “Hey, look. There's Diana and Go-kun with that Briefs kid.”
Alex snorted. “That lucky bitch.”
“How the hell did she do that? Those two weren't an item that I knew of.” Andrew gave a tentative lick, making Alex gasp in pleasure and arch slightly.
Alex strained in a soft, flowing voice to explain to Andrew the actions of his long time American friend. “Diana is a muse, Andy. She is the voice of our dreams, and those boys aren't doing anything they haven't wanted to do before.”
Andrew, seemingly satisfied with the explanation made another statement before he slid his lips down on Alex's cock. “I'll never let that crazy bitch into my head.”
Inside the VIP room, the status of the two coveted Saiya-jins was just about to change. While Goten and Trunks shared passionate kisses and began to make out in earnest, Diana sat, watching them quietly. She took another drag off the joint and bit back bitter reproach at the small bit of happiness the two could find in the midst of chaos, and she hated them for it. She watched as the two fought gently for dominance, and then, with a smirk, she leaned forward, and her scent wafted over them with the scent of the marijuana, and the affect was immediate.
Trunks broke the kiss and glared down at Goten. “I'm no bitch, Go-kun.” Goten smiled seductively and straightened his back, allowing one hand to wander up the middle of Trunks' back, pressing him against the broad chest so that Goten could gently nip the neck and shoulders of his best friend. Trunks wanted to be dominant, but it slipped from his grasp the moment that Goten gently coaxed him to submission. He didn't understand how the boy did it, and it nearly scared the arousal from his body.
Goten pulled the shirt from Trunks' arms, and immediately, his hands wandered the expanse of silken flesh stretched across steeled muscles. Trunks whispered soft words into Goten's sensitive ears, and then, soon he too was pulling clothes from Goten's body, his delicate hands ghosting over tanned, scarred skin like a whisper. The scent from Diana was growing stronger, and it was setting the two Saiya-jins on fire, making them burn for each other, and if a person had tried to stop them from touching one another, he probably would have lost his life as a result.
Goten found his arms wrapping around Trunks and pressing him into the couch beneath them, his face nuzzling against the heir's neck, shoulders, and chest in an instinctual observation of his scent. Trunks smelled like flowers and expensive raw silk, and the sweet scent of his arousal mixed with it all to bring Goten closer to taking Trunks against his will if necessary. Diana's blue eyes had slid closed, and even as she smoked a cigarette and listened to the sounds of the bass outside the room, she inhaled the deep scent of the arousal of the two men across from her, and she smiled in pleasure.
Goten's hands found the button of Trunks' pants, and even though Trunks wanted to tell him no and to push him away in disgust, he was unable to. Goten's hands ghosted down his legs as he pulled silk boxers and expensive pants from his best friend, and the moment his breath ghosted over Trunks' cock, the lavender headed boy screamed out. “No!” Goten shook his head and exhaled another breath over the erection in front of him, making Trunks' hands slide into his dark hair, gripping, pulling, and still coaxing through his fear. Trunks eyes flitted up, and above him, Diana hovered, her blue eyes filled with a strange interest that he could only identify as curiosity. He motioned for her to come down to him.
The moment Goten's lips slid over his cock, Trunks' lips met Diana's in a hot fusion of gut wrenching sinful passion. Trunks felt himself both ashamed and elated at the strange events of the night, and then, he quieted his thoughts and concentrated on the taste of the beautiful creature above him and the feel of the hot, wet mouth around him. Goten's thoughts, however, were not as quiet. His thoughts were filled with passion, disgust, fear, and obsessive possession. He watched through his lashes as Diana claimed the sweet lips of his friend, and it made him growl in anger, causing Trunks to moan into the kiss that he shared with the hellion who'd gotten them into this.
Diana broke the kiss and pushed a pillow under Trunks' head and pointed down to Goten. “Look at him. Isn't he beautiful like that?” She whispered into Trunks' ear. “Isn't he perfect between your legs, worshipping your body?” He gasped at the words, and his hands slid into the silken spikes that adorned Goten's head. Diana's hands stroked the sensitive flesh of Trunks' neck, and he could feel himself coiling tighter and tighter. With the combination of the sweet smelling female at his head and the boy at his cock, Trunks whimpered softly, causing Diana to emit a low, smoky chuckle. “You like being the bitch, don't you, Trunks Briefs?” She growled into his ear.
Trunks screamed his release at the precious words the woman uttered in his ear, and Goten made a small noise of pleasure as he swallowed down the musty, thick seed that was poured into his waiting mouth. He looked up right as Diana offered him a small vial of oil from the table in the corner of the room. The sight before him was arousing in itself, no matter how much he wanted to rip the woman apart for touching Trunks. Instead of laying flat on the couch, a small, flat pillow had been placed in Diana's lap, and Trunk's lay upon the pillow, his muscles stressed just enough to accentuate the definition and power.
Diana's long, slender fingers kept dipping into the soft, lavender locks, soothing and relaxing. Although she touched Trunks, the attention from the boy wasn't on her. He gazed at Goten with burning azure eyes, and he shifted his hips impatiently in anticipation of what was coming. Goten slowly slicked three long fingers with the rose scented oil and gently pressed against the insides of the silk thighs, spreading him to the hungry stare of chocolate eyes. The first finger pressed against the tight ring of flesh, and Trunks whimpered softly.
Diana shushed him almost as a mother would hush her child, and her long fingers slid into his hair, gently tugging and massaging, causing his entire body to relax. Goten was secretly glad at the moment of her presence, and he glanced up at her from his hand in approval. The woman was still fully dressed in tight leather pants and a black silk corset that hugged her deliciously, but Goten made note that she was not interested in being involved with these events.
He watched as Trunks squirmed with the ministrations of his digit, and he added another, making the Saiya-jin prince jerk in shock and sudden pleasure as Goten dipped in deeper and brushed against a nub of flesh, causing desire to again go coursing through his body. He whimpered again slightly as Goten pulled away from him, and he watched heatedly as Goten slowly, gracefully shed his pants and boxers and laid them neatly aside. He reached for the vial and poured a tiny amount of oil into his hand, and slowly, he made a show of stroking himself for Trunks.
Trunks could no longer feel the soothing fingers in his hair, and he could no longer process the coherent thought that maybe this was wrong. Instead, his azure eyes were glued to the lean, hard muscled body of the most graceful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. He never thought of Goten this way, and yet now, when he stupidly looked at the incredible body of the boy, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be taken by him.
Goten moved towards him, and as if in slow motion, Trunks' arms opened, and his hands now rested on the shoulders of a man kneeled between his legs, leaning over him with bright burning chocolate eyes. Diana's breath caught in her chest at the sheer, incomprehensible magnificence that the pair presented together, and a carnal lust deeper than her physical being seeped into her tainted, black soul, and wrapped its tiny claws around her conscious thoughts.
Dark flashing eyes kept haunting the thoughts of Goten, and he almost wished that he was the one being taken. He wanted to feel the pain of unrequited love, and he wanted to feel the sharp nails raking down his back. No, if he were in this position with Vegeta, he'd want the man to love him. Goten swore to himself that he would force the Prince to love him and to hurt for all the terrible things he did to Goten's body and spirit.
Yet, Goten still loved Vegeta. He hated him even more, but he couldn't shake the feeling, the desire, and the belief that without Vegeta's constant mind games, he would be nothing but an empty shell of boredom left on the puss of life. Goten both hated and loved the man who made his life so miserable, but yet, he was so full of purpose to defeat the only enemy his bed had ever known.
The moment Goten leaned over Trunks and took his lips, he pressed into the tight, yearning body beneath him. They moved together, and it was the same ageless rhythm that they had experienced on the battlefield and the dance floor, and Diana watched as the man whose head she held in her lap participated in the most stunning display of sex that she had ever seen in her life. While Goten leaned back slightly and angled his lean hips, Trunks' defined abdomen rippled and rolled as he arched himself against Goten on each slow, painstaking thrust.
Blue eyes shone in lust and pain, and they sparkled with something much deeper than just sheer desire. Instead of an empty void like Diana's eyes, behind the lust and sex hid a small light of love that shone every time he whimpered and arched against Goten's slow loving of his body. Goten's eyes burned. They snapped fire and shone with a powerful desire to dominate and control, but where Trunks looked on him with love and affection, he looked down at his best friend with nothing but obsession.
Diana leaned down to Trunks ear and whispered terrible words into his soul. “Don't you see he doesn't love you, sweetheart? Why are you letting him defile your body with such measures?” Goten snarled at her words, but Trunks only caressed her cheek and looked up at her, his movements still continuing against Goten's slowly quickening thrusts.
“Diana, it doesn't matter.” Trunks whispered. He smiled slightly at her, his face contorting in pleasure as Goten began brushing against his prostate with gentle, sweeping thrusts. He lowered his hand from Diana's cheek and looked back to Goten. “I don't care if he loves me or not.” He gasped in pleasure as he felt a release start to pool in his belly, and he whispered soft words into the air as he arched his back and rolled his stomach again against Goten.
Goten's oil slicked hand wrapped around Trunks' cock, and he began to gently pull, stroking in slow time with the even thrusts, making a cry pleasure escape the throat of the man beneath him. Diana watched in amazement as Goten controlled himself with Trunks, and brought him to a singing climax that elicited sweet, high pitched cries of pleasure from the most professional and withdrawn man she had met in Tokyo. She dipped her fingers into the pool of seed on Trunks' stomach and brought them to her lips and she licked them clean, her eyes closed in happiness.
Goten growled his pleasure at the erotic display, and soon, he was pouring himself into the relaxed body beneath him, crying out a name that stopped Trunks' heart in his chest, and made Diana look up in surprise. She knew the name. Vegeta. Vegeta Briefs. Trunks' father. Trunks didn't pull away from Goten, but instead, he stared up at him in shock, his azure eyes clouding over in pain. Diana smirked suddenly, and she leaned down to his ear. “Oh, now isn't that a shame, beautiful Trunks?”
Goten's face suddenly became dark and worried as Trunks stared at him in shock. He opened his mouth to say something even as he was still breathing hard from his exertions, but Trunks closed his eyes and jerked his head away from Goten's sight. The beautiful and carnal act of their sex was over, and it had been ended with a single name that sent bile to the back of Goten's throat and sent dread through Trunks' body.
The lavender headed prince's body language suddenly went cold to Goten, and he spoke while still looking away. “Get off me, Goten.” He commanded. His voice was cold, and despairing, and the woman suddenly smirked in a full malicious glare to Goten and taunted him again. Again, the woman exerted a powerful amount of control over Goten, and she felt him break to basic rage, his ki quietly flaring around him as he glared at Diana, all the time, never moving his hands and cock from Trunks' body.
Goten glared at Diana and said the first thing to her all night. “You fucking bitch.” Diana only smirked at him and ran her fingers through Trunks' hair, showing the amount of control she had above them both.
“See, Goten? It doesn't do any good to act like you love him. We both know now who you really love.” She was cruel and vile, and still, all the while, Goten wanted to fuck her senseless and leave her begging for his mercy.
Trunks closed his eyes in pain, and a single, shining tear slipped from beneath the lavender lashes. He spoke, his voice broken like glass. “No, Diana. What is the worst part of all is that I knew. I've known since the beginning, and I still love Goten.”
Diana laughed a bitter and dry laugh, and she pulled away from Trunks, standing and stretching like a well fed cat. “No, Trunks. What the worst part of all is that Goten wasn't fucking you. When he looked at your face, all he saw was your father's face.” In that moment, Trunks understood the glint of obsession in the Son's eyes. It wasn't obsession for him.
It was the insanity that he glinted in his father's eyes every time the prince stared at Goten. Trunks shoved his emotions aside the moment he realized that just as Goten was a replacement to Vegeta, he was a replacement to Goten. In that moment, Trunks' heart was shattered, and Diana only laughed in amusement.
Haunted by Evanescence
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, Loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me
Watching me
Trunk was slightly more controlled, and this particular night, not three feet from Goten, he watched his best friend with a concerned gaze. A beautiful woman moved against Trunks on the dance floor, and the moment her hands slid down his back, pressing his hips against hers, he found himself disgusted and repulsed by the brashness, and he immediately shoved her away. She snorted at him and disappeared into the crowd, but Trunks' body still moved gracefully to the pounding beat despite the distraction.
Beauty did not interest Trunks as much as it lured Goten into sin, and thus, he shoved away the most beautiful of women. He had a distinct talent for being able to see past just the skin deep beauty of the nightlife, and there was the rare occasion that he could see into their souls and either intensely like or dislike their personalities. It was this way when he saw Diana at the table earlier that day at his business meeting with her mother.
Diana's pale blue eyes lured Trunks into her gaze, and he found himself nearly terrified at the deep hatred that she harbored deep within herself. Trunks normally would have dismissed a woman from his mind after such an observation, but it was then that the Saiya-jin heir had an epiphany. Though she held back the glint of insanity from her eyes, deep inside of her, she was depressed, pulled apart, and sinking inside a pool of her own misery. Trunks had the distinct impression that she defined herself by her emotions and secrets, and he wasn't sure whether that was what she wanted or what she was used to as a contrast.
While they made the introductions, a scent from her reached his nose that made his blood set on fire, and sent his desire singing through his veins. He watched as Goten squirmed underneath her gaze and averted his eyes from the table as if though trying to concentrate on something, and when the scent of his arousal hit Trunks' nose, it heightened his awareness of the room, and now, instead of just boiling with lust, he also boiled with an forceful, if not dangerous, yearning to pull Goten across the table and dominate him with all that he was.
Trunks had to shake himself slightly at the idea. Never, in all the years that he and Goten had been friends, had he ever wanted to actually hurt him to show dominance, but there, at the table with that strange girl, he found himself aroused to a point beyond belief, wanting to make Goten scream his name in pain. Despite the sudden odd want to hurt his best friend in ways he'd never dreamed of, Trunks still possessed a deep affection for Goten that exceeded their friendship and demanded protection for the youngest Son.
Trunks broke himself from his musings and stared at the sight that was presented to him in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Goten's eyes that were usually open and sparkling with mischief were closed and clenched as two girls rubbed themselves against him provocatively in the flashing lights of the club. Trunks watched in shock as Goten tipped one of the girls' head back and kissed her deeply while the other blatantly ran her hand over his obvious erection pressing against the black silk of his trousers. Trunks' eyes filled with confusion at the strange actions of his friend.
Goten was beautiful in the deep blue light, and his perfect body moved in a faultless rhythm to the music. Trunks nearly wanted to rip the two girls off of him, but he was caught in his own world as he watched the dark haired Saiya-jin practically have sex with the two wanton creatures there on the floor in front of everyone. He found himself aroused beyond belief as he watched Goten's hand slip between the legs of one gyrating body, making the girl throw her head back and shiver in a blatant orgasm there in front of everyone.
When Trunks snapped to, he was staring into desire laden chocolate eyes that were directed at him. The music seemed to increase tenfold until the voices of the dancers were no longer heard, and all he could see were the long lashed, expressive eyes of his best friend as he danced with the beat. With every pounding of the bass, Trunks could feel exquisite heat pooling in his lower belly, making him spike his scent probably enough that Goten could smell it from the short distance that he was away from his friend.
Trunks first felt the breath on his neck like a caress, but when a long, lithe body pressed against his, he stiffened. Something hard was pressed against his hip, and he knew immediately who the molester was. Trunks turned and shoved Alex off of him, only to come face to face with beautiful pale blue eyes that shone in mischief. It seemed that Diana, Alex, and Andrew had the same idea, and Andrew waved with his usual goofy smile, making Trunks relax slightly. He didn't bother saying hello over the beat. They wouldn't have heard him anyway.
Alex and Andrew immediately passed Trunks to find their own spot on the floor, and that left him staring at Diana. She gazed back at him, unsmiling and uninviting. She seemed to be as intimidated by him as he was by her, and in the back of her mind, she swore to use that against him eventually. She approached Trunks, and when her eyes flickered to Goten, she smiled. This time, instead of the smile being plastic, it was indeed real, but it was not a kind smile. Malice poured from it like a waterfall pours from a cliff, and her eyes sparkled in vicious reproach. Trunks continued to gaze at her, and when her eyes found him again, so did her body.
When she first pressed herself to him, he had the discrete desire to shove her off into the floor, until she moved her hips. Trunks slowly wrapped a muscled arm around her waist, and sliding a leg between hers, he began to press his hips against hers in a teasing rhythm, making her head toss back and allowing the massive ebony silken mass to flow down like a shining wave of black. The more he teased and moved against her, the stronger the sweet scent of her arousal became, and before he knew what was happening, he was kissing her, biting her neck, and ravaging every inch of visible skin on her leather-clad body.
He was in hell. His blood boiled like fire in his veins, and his arousal was so hard and hot that it was nearly painful as she gyrated her hips against him. When she raised her blue eyes to his, he saw nothing. The eyes that had sparkled earlier with mischief and then malice were empty as a dank, shuttered room, and he found himself suddenly feeling that he was dancing with nothing but a mannequin. It had occurred to Trunks that he had seen every negative emotion in her eyes so far. He had even glanced anger at the dinner table at the restaurant, but he hadn't seen anything mildly representing love. It seemed that where there was supposed to be love and affection in her gaze, there was emptiness as if though part of her being had been erased.
His lips found hers, and whatever pretenses he had about a kiss being chaste fled his mind. She delved into his mouth hungrily as if though she were starved for this one, sexual touch, and Trunks obliged her hunger. The kiss spread warmth and licks of fire through his body, and in the back of his mind, he tried to describe the way she tasted, but it was impossible. She tasted like vanilla and cream and liquor, and yet, she tasted dark and spicy like cinnamon, and there was an earthy, more potent taste that filled his sense that he immediately recognized as weed.
Trunks was distracted by her, but he was not distracted enough to be able to ignore the sudden heated body that was pressed into his back. When he raised his head, he thought for a moment to push off Alex, but the calloused hands that slid down his sides and rested on the fronts of his hips did not belong to a rich boy. A familiar, rich scent graced his nose, and he gasped as those same calloused hands pressed against his stomach and pressed him back against a rock solid chest and a straining arousal.
Goten was not just on fire. His blood seeped through his veins like molten lava as he watched Trunks and Diana. He felt the familiar disgust at his own actions rise like bile in his throat, but he couldn't seem to tear himself away from his friend and this strangely beautiful woman that gave off the heady scent of arousal. It was as if though his own instinct was in charge of his actions, and if he had wanted to stop it, he felt that he wouldn't be able to.
So instead of turning away, he fulfilled his deepest fantasy and pressed his slightly smaller body against Trunks' and ghosted his lips over the Saiya-jin's neck. This would be just another sin to add the growing list, and Goten, at this point, didn't care how long the list got. Trunks seemed shocked at first of his advance, and then, as if a water dam had broken over desert, the lavender haired boy sunk against his friend and fell into a new, but familiar movement that they had perfected in combat over the years.
Diana couldn't help but notice how the boys fell into the beat together. They moved like a well-oiled gear, and she thought that being against Trunks' flawless body was arousing, but this…. This was beautiful, dangerous, and sinful. The way the two moved together put the rest of the dance floor to shame, and even as Trunks' head fell back on Goten's shoulder, exposing his pale neck to the boy, their rhythm never broke. Diana stepped back and watched as Goten's hands roamed the cotton t-shirt, testing familiar muscles, pressing in arousing spots on Trunks' lower stomach, and gently pressing his lips to the exposed column of tender flesh.
Goten's mind was filled with the thoughts of pressing into his friend, making him cry out in pleasure and pant his name. He kept watching as flashing dark eyes filled his mind, dirtied his thoughts, and spurred his desire. Where the idea of Vegeta should have disgusted Goten at this point, it aroused him. He could feel the roughness of Vegeta's bare hands ghosting down his back when he wished to be tender, and he could feel the blood pour from his healed wounds as he felt Vegeta lose control of himself.
This was Trunks he was looking upon however, and no matter how much like his father he acted, looked, and smelled, Goten felt at ease with Trunks, and if they were to commit any sins tonight, Goten swore that it would be with each other. An overwhelming possession filled his body, and he felt obsession sneak its ugly head into his thoughts. No one would touch Trunks this night but him, and he glared at Diana over Trunk's shoulder to watch her as her fingers ghosted down Trunks' chest.
She caught his eyes, and she smiled a malicious, gloating grin that made Goten's blood heat in anger. She was taunting him, and he bared his teeth at her to warn her away from his prize, but instead, she stepped fully against Trunks, and pulled Goten into a kiss over the broad shoulder. The boy balked at her advance, but when he felt her tugging them through the crowd, she released him. The wild, lithe creatures of the night passed them group by group until they were at a VIP room that stood empty and open for Tokyo's most wealthy heir and his business partner.
Goten was in a haze as she pulled them into the room. She gracefully shut and locked the door behind them, and on the crimson couches of the smoke filled room, there were pillows, and in one corner, next to a mirror, stood various bottles of oils, scents, and toys that would have made Goten blush any other day but today. Trunks seemed like a willing submissive, and when Goten felt himself shoved down onto the couch with Trunks straddling him, he glared up at the smirking woman. She pulled a joint from her cigarette holder and lit it, letting the smoke curl around Trunks and Goten.
Trunks' actions had paused, but the moment he found himself on Goten, he began to move. His pale, lush lips pressed against Goten's neck hungrily, and suddenly, the Son's greatest and most powerful fantasy was given to him as Trunks' lips slid over his own, and wiped out the image of a smirking blue eyed siren over his shoulder. The kiss was deep, promising, and passionate, but as it wore on, it became savage, haunting, and wild. Goten had never tasted anything like this before, and even though Trunks was familiar to him like the back of his own hand, this was new, and it excited him beyond understanding.
Outside the room in a dark corner, Alex gasped as Andrew drew his lips away from his arousal and made a muffled declaration. “Hey, look. There's Diana and Go-kun with that Briefs kid.”
Alex snorted. “That lucky bitch.”
“How the hell did she do that? Those two weren't an item that I knew of.” Andrew gave a tentative lick, making Alex gasp in pleasure and arch slightly.
Alex strained in a soft, flowing voice to explain to Andrew the actions of his long time American friend. “Diana is a muse, Andy. She is the voice of our dreams, and those boys aren't doing anything they haven't wanted to do before.”
Andrew, seemingly satisfied with the explanation made another statement before he slid his lips down on Alex's cock. “I'll never let that crazy bitch into my head.”
Inside the VIP room, the status of the two coveted Saiya-jins was just about to change. While Goten and Trunks shared passionate kisses and began to make out in earnest, Diana sat, watching them quietly. She took another drag off the joint and bit back bitter reproach at the small bit of happiness the two could find in the midst of chaos, and she hated them for it. She watched as the two fought gently for dominance, and then, with a smirk, she leaned forward, and her scent wafted over them with the scent of the marijuana, and the affect was immediate.
Trunks broke the kiss and glared down at Goten. “I'm no bitch, Go-kun.” Goten smiled seductively and straightened his back, allowing one hand to wander up the middle of Trunks' back, pressing him against the broad chest so that Goten could gently nip the neck and shoulders of his best friend. Trunks wanted to be dominant, but it slipped from his grasp the moment that Goten gently coaxed him to submission. He didn't understand how the boy did it, and it nearly scared the arousal from his body.
Goten pulled the shirt from Trunks' arms, and immediately, his hands wandered the expanse of silken flesh stretched across steeled muscles. Trunks whispered soft words into Goten's sensitive ears, and then, soon he too was pulling clothes from Goten's body, his delicate hands ghosting over tanned, scarred skin like a whisper. The scent from Diana was growing stronger, and it was setting the two Saiya-jins on fire, making them burn for each other, and if a person had tried to stop them from touching one another, he probably would have lost his life as a result.
Goten found his arms wrapping around Trunks and pressing him into the couch beneath them, his face nuzzling against the heir's neck, shoulders, and chest in an instinctual observation of his scent. Trunks smelled like flowers and expensive raw silk, and the sweet scent of his arousal mixed with it all to bring Goten closer to taking Trunks against his will if necessary. Diana's blue eyes had slid closed, and even as she smoked a cigarette and listened to the sounds of the bass outside the room, she inhaled the deep scent of the arousal of the two men across from her, and she smiled in pleasure.
Goten's hands found the button of Trunks' pants, and even though Trunks wanted to tell him no and to push him away in disgust, he was unable to. Goten's hands ghosted down his legs as he pulled silk boxers and expensive pants from his best friend, and the moment his breath ghosted over Trunks' cock, the lavender headed boy screamed out. “No!” Goten shook his head and exhaled another breath over the erection in front of him, making Trunks' hands slide into his dark hair, gripping, pulling, and still coaxing through his fear. Trunks eyes flitted up, and above him, Diana hovered, her blue eyes filled with a strange interest that he could only identify as curiosity. He motioned for her to come down to him.
The moment Goten's lips slid over his cock, Trunks' lips met Diana's in a hot fusion of gut wrenching sinful passion. Trunks felt himself both ashamed and elated at the strange events of the night, and then, he quieted his thoughts and concentrated on the taste of the beautiful creature above him and the feel of the hot, wet mouth around him. Goten's thoughts, however, were not as quiet. His thoughts were filled with passion, disgust, fear, and obsessive possession. He watched through his lashes as Diana claimed the sweet lips of his friend, and it made him growl in anger, causing Trunks to moan into the kiss that he shared with the hellion who'd gotten them into this.
Diana broke the kiss and pushed a pillow under Trunks' head and pointed down to Goten. “Look at him. Isn't he beautiful like that?” She whispered into Trunks' ear. “Isn't he perfect between your legs, worshipping your body?” He gasped at the words, and his hands slid into the silken spikes that adorned Goten's head. Diana's hands stroked the sensitive flesh of Trunks' neck, and he could feel himself coiling tighter and tighter. With the combination of the sweet smelling female at his head and the boy at his cock, Trunks whimpered softly, causing Diana to emit a low, smoky chuckle. “You like being the bitch, don't you, Trunks Briefs?” She growled into his ear.
Trunks screamed his release at the precious words the woman uttered in his ear, and Goten made a small noise of pleasure as he swallowed down the musty, thick seed that was poured into his waiting mouth. He looked up right as Diana offered him a small vial of oil from the table in the corner of the room. The sight before him was arousing in itself, no matter how much he wanted to rip the woman apart for touching Trunks. Instead of laying flat on the couch, a small, flat pillow had been placed in Diana's lap, and Trunk's lay upon the pillow, his muscles stressed just enough to accentuate the definition and power.
Diana's long, slender fingers kept dipping into the soft, lavender locks, soothing and relaxing. Although she touched Trunks, the attention from the boy wasn't on her. He gazed at Goten with burning azure eyes, and he shifted his hips impatiently in anticipation of what was coming. Goten slowly slicked three long fingers with the rose scented oil and gently pressed against the insides of the silk thighs, spreading him to the hungry stare of chocolate eyes. The first finger pressed against the tight ring of flesh, and Trunks whimpered softly.
Diana shushed him almost as a mother would hush her child, and her long fingers slid into his hair, gently tugging and massaging, causing his entire body to relax. Goten was secretly glad at the moment of her presence, and he glanced up at her from his hand in approval. The woman was still fully dressed in tight leather pants and a black silk corset that hugged her deliciously, but Goten made note that she was not interested in being involved with these events.
He watched as Trunks squirmed with the ministrations of his digit, and he added another, making the Saiya-jin prince jerk in shock and sudden pleasure as Goten dipped in deeper and brushed against a nub of flesh, causing desire to again go coursing through his body. He whimpered again slightly as Goten pulled away from him, and he watched heatedly as Goten slowly, gracefully shed his pants and boxers and laid them neatly aside. He reached for the vial and poured a tiny amount of oil into his hand, and slowly, he made a show of stroking himself for Trunks.
Trunks could no longer feel the soothing fingers in his hair, and he could no longer process the coherent thought that maybe this was wrong. Instead, his azure eyes were glued to the lean, hard muscled body of the most graceful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. He never thought of Goten this way, and yet now, when he stupidly looked at the incredible body of the boy, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be taken by him.
Goten moved towards him, and as if in slow motion, Trunks' arms opened, and his hands now rested on the shoulders of a man kneeled between his legs, leaning over him with bright burning chocolate eyes. Diana's breath caught in her chest at the sheer, incomprehensible magnificence that the pair presented together, and a carnal lust deeper than her physical being seeped into her tainted, black soul, and wrapped its tiny claws around her conscious thoughts.
Dark flashing eyes kept haunting the thoughts of Goten, and he almost wished that he was the one being taken. He wanted to feel the pain of unrequited love, and he wanted to feel the sharp nails raking down his back. No, if he were in this position with Vegeta, he'd want the man to love him. Goten swore to himself that he would force the Prince to love him and to hurt for all the terrible things he did to Goten's body and spirit.
Yet, Goten still loved Vegeta. He hated him even more, but he couldn't shake the feeling, the desire, and the belief that without Vegeta's constant mind games, he would be nothing but an empty shell of boredom left on the puss of life. Goten both hated and loved the man who made his life so miserable, but yet, he was so full of purpose to defeat the only enemy his bed had ever known.
The moment Goten leaned over Trunks and took his lips, he pressed into the tight, yearning body beneath him. They moved together, and it was the same ageless rhythm that they had experienced on the battlefield and the dance floor, and Diana watched as the man whose head she held in her lap participated in the most stunning display of sex that she had ever seen in her life. While Goten leaned back slightly and angled his lean hips, Trunks' defined abdomen rippled and rolled as he arched himself against Goten on each slow, painstaking thrust.
Blue eyes shone in lust and pain, and they sparkled with something much deeper than just sheer desire. Instead of an empty void like Diana's eyes, behind the lust and sex hid a small light of love that shone every time he whimpered and arched against Goten's slow loving of his body. Goten's eyes burned. They snapped fire and shone with a powerful desire to dominate and control, but where Trunks looked on him with love and affection, he looked down at his best friend with nothing but obsession.
Diana leaned down to Trunks ear and whispered terrible words into his soul. “Don't you see he doesn't love you, sweetheart? Why are you letting him defile your body with such measures?” Goten snarled at her words, but Trunks only caressed her cheek and looked up at her, his movements still continuing against Goten's slowly quickening thrusts.
“Diana, it doesn't matter.” Trunks whispered. He smiled slightly at her, his face contorting in pleasure as Goten began brushing against his prostate with gentle, sweeping thrusts. He lowered his hand from Diana's cheek and looked back to Goten. “I don't care if he loves me or not.” He gasped in pleasure as he felt a release start to pool in his belly, and he whispered soft words into the air as he arched his back and rolled his stomach again against Goten.
Goten's oil slicked hand wrapped around Trunks' cock, and he began to gently pull, stroking in slow time with the even thrusts, making a cry pleasure escape the throat of the man beneath him. Diana watched in amazement as Goten controlled himself with Trunks, and brought him to a singing climax that elicited sweet, high pitched cries of pleasure from the most professional and withdrawn man she had met in Tokyo. She dipped her fingers into the pool of seed on Trunks' stomach and brought them to her lips and she licked them clean, her eyes closed in happiness.
Goten growled his pleasure at the erotic display, and soon, he was pouring himself into the relaxed body beneath him, crying out a name that stopped Trunks' heart in his chest, and made Diana look up in surprise. She knew the name. Vegeta. Vegeta Briefs. Trunks' father. Trunks didn't pull away from Goten, but instead, he stared up at him in shock, his azure eyes clouding over in pain. Diana smirked suddenly, and she leaned down to his ear. “Oh, now isn't that a shame, beautiful Trunks?”
Goten's face suddenly became dark and worried as Trunks stared at him in shock. He opened his mouth to say something even as he was still breathing hard from his exertions, but Trunks closed his eyes and jerked his head away from Goten's sight. The beautiful and carnal act of their sex was over, and it had been ended with a single name that sent bile to the back of Goten's throat and sent dread through Trunks' body.
The lavender headed prince's body language suddenly went cold to Goten, and he spoke while still looking away. “Get off me, Goten.” He commanded. His voice was cold, and despairing, and the woman suddenly smirked in a full malicious glare to Goten and taunted him again. Again, the woman exerted a powerful amount of control over Goten, and she felt him break to basic rage, his ki quietly flaring around him as he glared at Diana, all the time, never moving his hands and cock from Trunks' body.
Goten glared at Diana and said the first thing to her all night. “You fucking bitch.” Diana only smirked at him and ran her fingers through Trunks' hair, showing the amount of control she had above them both.
“See, Goten? It doesn't do any good to act like you love him. We both know now who you really love.” She was cruel and vile, and still, all the while, Goten wanted to fuck her senseless and leave her begging for his mercy.
Trunks closed his eyes in pain, and a single, shining tear slipped from beneath the lavender lashes. He spoke, his voice broken like glass. “No, Diana. What is the worst part of all is that I knew. I've known since the beginning, and I still love Goten.”
Diana laughed a bitter and dry laugh, and she pulled away from Trunks, standing and stretching like a well fed cat. “No, Trunks. What the worst part of all is that Goten wasn't fucking you. When he looked at your face, all he saw was your father's face.” In that moment, Trunks understood the glint of obsession in the Son's eyes. It wasn't obsession for him.
It was the insanity that he glinted in his father's eyes every time the prince stared at Goten. Trunks shoved his emotions aside the moment he realized that just as Goten was a replacement to Vegeta, he was a replacement to Goten. In that moment, Trunks' heart was shattered, and Diana only laughed in amusement.
Haunted by Evanescence
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, Loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me
Watching me