The
Bonded
Part Seven
A few weeks later, Trunks was in his office working through some fairly routine
tasks when there were two knocks. Sounding at the same time, one was on the
window and the other on the door, faster and much more frantic. Trunks looked
from his laptop and out the window first, greeted by the sight of Goten,
grinning, a feral light in his eyes. The tapping on the door behind Trunks
repeated and Bulma's voice called out his name sharply, followed by, "Open
up, already. I need to talk to you!"
Silently, Trunks gestured to Goten, trying to get him out of the view out the
window. Goten complied just as Bulma opened the door with a slam.
"Kami, how long were you planning to take?" She glanced at him
suspiciously, and then began searching through a sheaf of papers. "Ah, here
it is. Sign this." Trunks took it and placed it on the table, picking up
his pen. He glanced nervously out the window, but, luckily, all was clear.
Thankful, he turned back to the paper.
"What is it?"
"One of the machines in the Car Capsules production line went on the blink
yesterday evening. We need a replacement quickly. Sign!"
Trunks obeyed her hurried, stressed instruction, but handed the paper back
slowly. "You know, mom, you don't need to be in charge of this. I can get
-"
"Oh, hush," she interrupted briskly and whisked away the paper.
"I like my work, and I know my way around this place better than any hired
worker. I need to run. See you soon, Trunks." She took one last look around
the room and Trunks gulped, refusing to look out the window. Satisfied, she left,
the door slamming behind her.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Trunks turned. Goten had floated back up and climbed
in the window when the purple-haired male opened it, still smiling. They kissed
briefly, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Pulling away from the other's
mouth, Trunks nested his head on Goten's shoulder and spoke into the tightly
corded neck. "Why are you here, 'Ten?"
"I was speaking with my father…"
"And that made you horny?" Trunks asked, pressing against the bulge
that he could feel through his slacks and Goten's jeans.
Goten nipped Trunks' skin. "I was speaking to my father about saiya-jin
matings," he continued.
Trunks took a small step back, serious. "How are things going?"
"Better." Goten smiled. "Yeah, better. This time we talked about
the courtship, everything that leads up to the mating. I think that he's
learning to understand and accept it all." Then he pulled Trunks back
against him. "It brought back some very pleasant memories. Did you know I
can still remember every single detail from the time when we found each other?"
He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss. Trunks
coaxed his partner in deeper, teasing with and then withdrawing his tongue. As
saiya-jin, the kiss was heavier and longer than those between humans, but they
did eventually need to break for air.
"Hnnn… I love you, Goten." Trunks breathed in deeply, smelling the
heavy sent of his partner. When rational thought had returned, he tried to pull
away, but Goten's arms held him tight. " 'Ten, this is how we got caught
last time. We can't … what if Bulma comes back in?"
"No. I want you now, Trunks."
"Bulma…"
"She already knows. If she sees again, she'll survive." Goten pushed
into the quickly relenting body, their erections rubbed against each other
through the tight confines of clothing. "And doing it at work turns you on,
Trunks." He paused for another kiss. "Fuck me, Trunks, like you did
our first time."
Their twin moans echoed in the room and Trunks backed up, pulling Goten with him.
He fumbled behind his back, pushing paper and a laptop from the desk. Neither
noticed when the heavy machine dropped to the ground, their bodies and minds
preoccupied with sensation. He moved so Goten was against the desk and pressed
him up to it, forcing his back into a nearly painful arch. With one hand, he
pinned Goten's hands over his head. The other moved downward, burning a line
across Goten's face and chest. It fumbled with the shirt buttons, popping off
most of them so that he could reach beneath the white fabric. He searched for
and found the nipples, fondling each in turn until they became hard under his
fingers. Then he continued further down, plunging into the navel with his thumb,
Goten's stomach fluttering sensitively under the touch. On reaching it he
tackled the fly to Goten's jeans, ripping down the zipper. Breaking the kiss,
Trunks moved his head downwards, exploring the skin of his mate's chest with his
tongue. Goten strained back, his body taunt as he begged in broken words. Trunks
smiled, encircling a dark nipple. Very slowly, he pushed aside the black boxers
and pulled Goten's erection out from his pants, keeping his touch light. "Tr
… Trunks…" Goten gasped out his name, thrusting towards the elusive
contact. "Please…"
Pulling his head away from the slick, salty skin, Trunks looked up and met
Goten's eyes. "Just like our first time," he growled, his voice heavy
with lust, and tightly gripped his mate's length. Goten moaned, pushing against
the calloused hand. A warm friction began to build as the purple-haired
saiya-jin pumped, the skin of both erection and hand turning a burning red.
Goten's tail twisted before him, twining loosely around Trunks' wrist and
following the hard up and down.
Goten became suddenly silent, his breath caught in his chest. Trunks looked into
the heavy-lidded face, his hand stilling. "Should I stop?"
Body still tense, Goten swallowed and then spoke, voice raw. "No. Get me
off, Trunks. I can take it twice."
Trunks compiled, his hand moving rhythmically. He rubbed against Goten's
straining thigh, moaning at the stimulus to his untouched erection. The
raven-haired saiya-jin became vocal with the same abruptness that had closed his
vocal cords before, a deep moan filling the room. Trunks watched Goten's face as
the climax crashed into him. With one hand, the standing male caught most of the
hot seed, the other continuing to grip Goten's length as it shuddered. Goten's
voice faltered and dropped off, his body falling lax against the desk and his
tail tiredly lifeless. Trunks took a step back, eyes still fixed on the now
satiated face. He lifted his hand, tasting the bitter seed before wiping the
skin clean with a tissue. He balled the tissue up and tossed it into the trash,
then moved around Goten to open a drawer on his desk. From the far back he
withdrew a tube that he took to Goten, taking a limp hand and letting him feel
the container. He intertwined fingers with his mate and leaned forward, rubbing
against his leg. "Ready?"
Eyes still closed, Goten replied. "Kami, yes." His breathing was still
shallow and ragged, but Trunks knew his fast recovery speed. Dropping the hand,
he opened the lubricant and placed it to the side. He kissed Goten, allowing the
male to taste his own seed. Reaching to the perspiration-covered back he grabbed
a handful of the white shirt that hung loosely. Trunks twisted it up, catching
Goten's hands securely. The black eyes sprang open and Goten's lips parted in
the beginning of a complaint, but Trunks cut him off.
"Turn around."
Goten nodded once, slowly, and turned so that his back was to Trunks. The
purple-haired saiya-jin ground into the displayed ass, using the handful of
shirt to force Goten to lean on the table. He ran his free hand over the red
imprint on Goten's lower back, left from the edge of the table. Then he moved
back slightly, pulling down both pairs of pants with only the slightest pause to
let their tails wriggle free of the holes cut in the back. Again relenting to
instinct, he pressed against the skin presented to him and growled possessively.
When Goten called out his name softly, Trunks backed away and reached for the
lubricant, squeezing some onto his fingers. He pushed into the crack and found a
tight ring of muscle. To Goten's mewls, he began the process of stretching his
partner to accommodate him.
Trunks could feel Goten attempt to bite back his pleasure as he brushed his
prostate and leaned forward, pumping three fingers into the prone man's ass.
"Make some noise for me, 'Ten," he commanded, previous inhibitions
gone.
"Then fuck me, Trunks!" Goten pushed against the fingers desperately
but the second male pulled them away. Trunks used what lube remained on his
arousal, nearly moaning at his own touch, and then guided himself forward,
pushing into the tight tunnel within his partner's ass. Goten breathed out a
moan tinged with pleading at the careful, slow speed. "Faster…"
Obeying, Trunks drove in hard, completely encasing himself in a moment. Goten
released a keening cry and Trunks waited for him to adjust before beginning a
slow but deep rhythm. The dark-haired male moaned with each thrust and bent down
even more, opening himself further. His tail wound around Trunks' waist, urging
their bodies closer, and Trunks' joined it, the two shades of brown fur
caressing his naked skin. The movements grew in force and Trunks bit his lip,
refusing to make any sound. Instead, he listened to his partner and felt the
presence of Goten in his mind, already heightened by the close company, grow
with the ferocity of a migraine. But there was no longer any pain for either
male, just overwhelming heat and pleasure.
- - In the middle of another errand Bulmma paused, looking around her for the
strange sound that leaked into the hall. She took a step forward and it became
louder, drawing her forward until she stood before the door to Trunks' office.
The sound was definitely coming from within.
Bulma tucked back a strand of hair and leaned forward, ear close to the door.
There was the constant noise of an impact between two surfaces intermixed with
the low tones of a voice. Not Trunks… She leaned forward more and caught a few
unintelligible words. But that was…
There was a slow revelation is Bulma's mind. She jumped back, hand over her
mouth and eyes wide. "I don't…" she whispered, "I don't believe
it. Ch'…" She backed up, starting at the wooden doorway, and then turned,
shaking uncontrollably and forgetting to blink. "I don't … but he
promised it was all over… Kami, oh, what can I do?" Bulma broke into a
run, work forgotten, in the direction of her own office. - -
"Kami… I love you, Trunks." Each emotion-laden word was punctuated
by the shuddering of his body that accompanied the thrusts. Trunks murmured his
same promise back and snaked a hand around, fitting between Goten's body and the
desk, pumping Goten's arousal in syncopation to the thrusts. Goten's moans ended
again.
Leaning forward so that their upper bodies pressed together from torso to the
outstretched arm that pinned Goten to the table, Trunks whisper into his lover's
ear, his words and the slap of flesh against flesh the only sounds. "Come
for me." He thrust in three more, intense times and then heard his name in
a reverberating moan, feeling hot, creamy liquid on his hand. As Goten climaxed,
body clamping tight around the length that invaded him, Trunks moved harder and
faster until he came as well, growling, and marking his mate as his own.
Ignoring the protests of his body, Trunks extracted his fingers from the shirt
and pulled Goten into his arms, bringing him to the floor where he held the body
tightly. He allowed himself a brief cuddle, nibbling on his mate's ear.
"You did beg, our first time," he whispered, receiving a tired grunt
in reply. What Trunks said next took more effort out of him, using their
currently deepened bond to speak mentally. -I do love you.-
"Ah…" Goten opened his eyes slowly. -Forever.-
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