The Bonded
Part Fourteen



Goten was right.

He had been following Trunks for the last few days and had discovered that his lover fled often to the wilderness a few miles from their house. Goten took care to remain hidden, silently pursuing and monitoring. Typically, Trunks went there before and after work. He did very little, no more than reading or working, sitting in thought and training lightly. It hurt Goten to know for sure that his mate was avoiding him; he could no longer make excuses or give reasons for Trunks' regular absences. However, overlooking his pain, he could now celebrate - he had a plan, and now he could implemment it.

Goten delayed all action until Friday. He flew to the woods just after four in the afternoon and waited in the general area Trunks tended to use. He came dressed in a gi, an orange and navy uniform like the one his father wore, and carried with him Trunks'. With a hunter's patience he waited, watching the sky for the purple-haired male. Slowly the sun moved overhead, inching towards the horizon. Just under an hour had passed when Goten sensed a subtle fluctuation of energy and looked to his far left. Spotting Trunks, dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, and a loosely knotted tie, he grabbed the second gi and floated into the air. He tailed his mate inconspicuously and stayed just above the treetops.

When Trunks was sufficiently distracted, looking for a place to land, Goten attacked. He was careful to use only enough force to shake the off-guard warrior, wisely knowing better than to make Trunks drop his briefcase. When the man had recollected his wits he swung around to face Goten. "What are you doing here?" His voice was a strange combination of heated and removed.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"What are you doing here?" repeated Trunks coldly.

"Following you." Goten smiled the signature Son smile, one that he knew would help to aggravate his cold lover.

"Why?" Slowly, the aspects of his father were beginning to make themselves known in the irritated tone.

"Why are you so upset, Trunks? I have every right to be here."

"Don't make me ask again," Trunks spat.

"I came to give you this." With a smooth toss that Trunks caught easily, Goten delivered the balled up gi. "Change."

Trunks regarded at the outfit in his hand skeptically and then looked back at Goten. "Why should I?" he asked, his voice hard with distaste.

"'Cause I'm gonna prove to you we're not human, Trunks. I don't care what humans think or how they react - you're my mate. Now change."

Trunks shrugged sullenly and with a swift movement threw his briefcase to Goten who flew down and delivered it safely to solid earth. Changing in midair, Trunks angrily ripped off his clothing and let them flutter down through the sky, a dove and a raven. When Trunks had buckled his belt, tied his tail around his waist securely, and was tightening the fastenings on his boots, Goten floated back up to him. He checked over the black tank and pants uniform and then faced Trunks, bodies only inches apart.

"On the ground or in the air?" Trunks asked uncaringly.

"You decide."

Without warning Trunks attacked but Goten easily blocked the punch and returned it with his own, leading to the first skirmish. "Here, I take it," he noted with dry amusement when they pulled apart, watching each other warily.

"You still haven't told me your reason for this fight."

"There are two, koi." They crashed again and Goten spoke over the grunts and blows. "You have some energy you need to get out." Goten moved quickly, appearing over his mate and striking hard to Trunks' upper back double fisted. "I already told you the second reason," he flew back a few feet, "you seem to have forgotten there's nothing wrong with our relationship."

One hand went instinctively to the injured area but the second warrior turned again quickly. "You seem to have forgotten," he mimicked, his anger rising, "that my mother tried to kill herself because of it." He sent forth a rapid string of ki attacks, the majority of which Goten dodged or deflected.

"Look, she had a problem. But you can't leave me because of it."

"She's my mother, kisama!" Trunks came after him hard, winding Goten with a fist in the gut that he could not block. Goten floated doubled over in the air, gasping for breath, but managed a few precious words.

"I'm your mate…" Trunks attacked the almost defenseless man again. A vicious thrust of a knee threw Goten back a few yards, and then Trunks grabbed one shoulder firmly and pulled their bodies together. Always willing to trust, the darker featured male met his partner's eyes with hope. Trunks only smirked cruelly and used his tight hold on Goten to flip him over and hurl him to the ground. He then threw the scraps of fabric that had torn off of Goten's gi to the side and followed the throw with a bright ki blast. He held his hand outstretched for a few moments, and then flew into the billowing dust. Goten was waiting for him on the ground, leaning over with his hands on his knees. He was breathing heavily and bleeding from two wounds, one on his jawbone and the second on his brow. "Who are you angry with?" he asked, straightening. "Me, or Bulma?" A swift roundhouse kick and Goten found himself looking up at Trunks from the ground. "You can't break the bond because of what she did."

"And if she's right…?" Trunks crossed his arms and stood, glaring down menacingly.

Goten pushed himself into a crouch. "Vegeta is a saiya-jin. You are his son." With emphasis, "The damned human rules don't apply!"

There was a long pause and Goten gulped nervously, waiting. At length, Trunks spoke. "Prove it."

That was a challenge in no uncertain terms and Goten stood, rising to it. He approached Trunks, standing firm in front of him. With a hand, he wiped at the blood that dripped into his eye and showed Trunks his stained fingers. "No human," he intoned solemnly, "can make me bleed so easily."

Trunks nodded once, and Goten moved his hands to hover before his mate's chest. Ki gathered on the splayed fingers and calloused palms, bright in the failing light. "No human can do this." The energy spread, easily burning away the black tank top. Trunks stood unflinchingly as the material caught fire and turned to ash. "And no human can survive it without a single mark."

Goten took one step closer, filling the small gap between them. "No human has the power and the dominance of a saiya-jin." He then kissed the other male with a growling eagerness and Trunks welcomed him, returning it equally. They reached greedily for each other, arms and legs locking them together. When they broke, eyes still closed, Goten pressed his flushed cheek against the second man's. "No human," he whispered into Trunks' ear, "can ever feel love the way we do. And never will any human be able to express it with the passion that we do."

Trunks bit Goten's neck in reply and then apologized by tenderly licking the reddened skin. He pushed his lover to the ground roughly and settled on top of him, pinning Goten down with his weight and continuing to nip and lap a trail downwards.

"And plus…" Goten added as he strained taunt under his lover, "human sex is so short compared to…" His sentence was left unfinished as Trunks shifted down, brushing Goten's growing arousal. The younger male's arms wrapped around his partner desperately, pulling him down and hands caressing the defined muscles on his back. From above Trunks traced Goten's collarbone with this tongue, moving steadily down the chest until the blue undershirt stopped him.

Trunks sat up with a distracted huff, ignoring Goten's whine of complaint. "You're wearing too many damned clothes." He quickly went to work, divesting Goten of both shirts and then resumed with his mouth. The full lips closed around one dark nipple and Goten breathed in sharply, his body fighting Trunks' mass as he tried to push away from the ground. However, the saiya-no-ouji's son had not given up his dominance and brutally pushed Goten down, holding him still with one hand on his neck and continued the slow torture. His free hand meanwhile made quick work of Goten's navy blue sash, pushing the pants down slightly. His fingers caressed the smooth tan skin he revealed as he treated Goten's second nipple, pulling forth a low keen. With his tongue he traced the contours of the chest and then abdomen, grip on the other's neck tightening almost painfully. Goten cried out below him and the fingers loosened slightly but continued to pin the dark-haired male to the ground and making him light-headed from oxygen deprivation. Trunks' second hand plunged into Goten's pants, firmly stroking the erection and smiling as it grew harder in his hand. He lifted his head from the shining skin and looked up at Goten through narrowed eyes. "So you like saiya-jin dominance?"

The reply was a moan as Trunks squeezed the rigid member. Suddenly, he rose to his knees, releasing his hold on the slowly bruising neck. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, then reached down to unfasten his boots. Both articles were quickly thrown to the side and then Trunks reached the only the only piece of clothing that remained. He freed his tail first, closing his eyes in bliss as the fur was ruffled. When Trunks pushed down his black silk boxers the fabric caught on his arousal and he pulled it away, moaning at the insubstantial contact, head back slightly. In seconds that piece of clothing too was on the ground to their side and the second male was able to see his naked, aroused mate in all of his beauty. Trunks then swiftly pulled down Goten pants, leaving them around his ankles. He stood to approach Goten, who pushed up to his elbows.

The standing saiya-jin, however, stepped authoritatively on Goten's bare chest with a foot and pushed him to lie again. "Don't move." Trunks turned to stand over Goten, one foot on either side of his head and looking down his body. Sharp blue eyes raked over the exposed form from face to bent legs as Trunks dropped to his knees and leaned over onto all fours, presenting Goten with an erotic view of an erection and a tight ring of muscle. From the tailbone was the tail, trailing down Trunks' body to eventually wrap around one leg. He bent his arms to lower himself, slowly, until his erection was directly before Goten's slightly parted lips. "Take it," he directed, his breath heatedly teasing his mate's length. Goten groaned a soft return and raised his head slightly to take the flushed tip into his mouth, one hand moving to Trunks' waist to provide balance. The second went between the spread buttocks, brushing the tail and stroking Trunks' anus, making the purple-haired man shudder. Purring his appreciation, the male on top bent to the arousal in front of him. Trunks swirled his tongue around the head, hungrily lapping up the beads of precome. In turn, Goten took more of the length into his mouth, a moan sending shivers along his mate's spine.

Trunks teased Goten, tracing patterns on the silky, flushed skin of his erection. Periodically he blew on the moist trails, making the lower male gasp as he relaxed his throat to Trunks. Goten began a strong suction, reveling in the sensation of Trunks pulsing slowly and unevenly. As the touch on his own erection moved down, a moist lapping at the base, he loosened the suction and, with care, scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth. Trunks gasped, temporarily forgetting the rest of the universe as red overtook his vision. When it passed he went immediately to work rewarding Goten, deep-throating his lover wetly.

They battled again, fighting to bring the other off first. The sun set and the atmosphere darkened but they pierced it with their own light, ki growing warmer as both approached orgasm. Trunks sucked demandingly and a suffocated sound escaped Goten, rumbling around the higher male's length. The vibration, contrasting sharply with the heaviness of Goten's throat, made Trunks' body tighten. The heat in his groin grew rapidly, spiraling into his chest and limbs. He knew he was close and concentrated on Goten, giving it hard and strong the way he knew his mate wanted it. Goten became abruptly silent but much more focused in his actions. Together they progressed, heads moving when it suited and hips thrusting shallowly.

Only moments later Goten's stifled vocality returned, the period of silence much shorter than usual. At the first vibration Trunks reflexively pulled away and then stiffened, hitting his pinnacle without warning. He left Goten's erection untouched as he came, his seed filling the waiting orifice and welcomingly swallowed. The euphoria, escaping Trunks' mind to flood Goten's, and the taste of his lover's pleasure after so long was enough to bring the second male to completion and his semen spilled onto his abdomen and Trunks' chest. He carefully cleaned the throbbing length, noting with satisfaction each trembling aftershock his tongue caused.

As the waves of orgasm faded Trunks moved from over his lover and crumpled to the dirt. With an exhausted hand he wiped at the cooling fluid on his chest and brought it to his mouth, licking it off. "Why do you always do that?" Goten asked, sitting to look down at his mate.

"I like how you taste." Trunks' hand dropped to his side and he was silently thoughtful before looking abashedly at Goten. "I guess … I guess I owe you an apology, 'Ten."

"Don't. Just forget it … it's not a problem any more."

"Well then, koi," Trunks smiled, the warmth slowly seeping into his eyes for the first time in many days, "thank you."

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