Trunks cooly dug his bloodied hand into his pocket, yanking out a crushed pack of cigarettes. He impudently shoved his fingers into the box, yanking out a smashed cigarette that no sooner toppled over, collapsed in half.
"Oh nice," Trunks spat out curtly, waving the broken loosey in front of Gohan's face. "Good job asshole."
He growled, tearing off the filter and lighting one end with a burst of ki. He inhaled deeply on the harsh smoke, staring ruthlessly at Gohan. The smoke lingered in front of his piercing eyes, seeping out of his mouth in a thin gray line. He offered a drag to Gohan, who was still in the crucifixion-pose against the side of the mountain. He merely glared at it, inching away in disgust.
"Get that shit out of my face," He snapped.
Trunks just shrugged, taking another drag and pacing. Gohan glared at him, his eyes following every cat-like movement.
"So," Trunks breathed out another thick line of smoke. "you're in love with Mirai..."
Gohan growled deep in his throat, still trying to yank his hands out of the binds that ruthlessly held them tighter with every movement he made.
"Would that be a yes or a no, caveman?" Trunks grinned wildly.
"Ohhh..." Gohan hissed, shaking his head. "Fuck what you think you know about that, you little pissant!"
"Fuck what I think I know?" Trunks laughed. "Ha! Fuck what you think YOU know about Mirai. As far as I've ever heard, he never even gave you the time of day, did he Gohan? And yet still, your useless obsession lingers. It's really beyond me, yet so obvious. And here all along I knew you stared at me, watching me, gazing just a little too long at my face. All this time," He chuckled, moving up closer to slide his hands down Gohan's exposed stomach and chest. "I thought you were just staring at me for different reasons. Well, not TOO different eh?"
Gohan shut his eyes, feeling the fingernails of his enemy slowly glide along his stomach, moving seductively over his abdominal muscles.
"Trunks," he said somewhat calmly. "I'm serious now. Let me go."
"Why?" The smirking mouth asked, Trunks moving back slightly to gaze at his captive. "I think I rather like you this way. Though I am puzzled as to what exactly you think Mirai would ever see in you."
Gohan faced away, dried tear tracks still on his cheeks.
"You're inheritly beautiful, that's obvious enough," The lavender haired Saiyan nodded to himself. "In fact, you're ruggedly gorgeous Gohan. A little mixture of your father and mother. Handsome as he is and yet just slightly androgynous thanks to your little momma. It's quite the captivating mixture, that's for sure. In fact," He moved closer, a devilish look gracing his features. "I've often placed you in my little fantasies Gohan."
He grabbed Gohan's face, harshly clutching the bleeding cheeks in his hand. Smiling sadistically, he forcefully licked the dark haired man's entire right side of his face, loving it when he cringed in both pleasure and pain.
"To be more specific," He whispered. "I've often placed you exactly like this. My fascinating little toy, my pretty little puppet."
Gohan just yanked away, appalled by Trunks.
"It amazes me," The dark haired Saiyan spat in a voice laced with disgust. "How different you are from him. How much two lives can vary a person. Tell me Trunks, now that we're playing psychiatrist, what the hell happened to make you like this? How can the same person be a courageous hero in one life and a fucking sniveling, cowardly faggot in another?!"
He was answered by his face horridly slapped in one direction and smacked the other way only a moment later.
"That's one," Trunks warned, pointing his finger. "And since you think you know Mirai oh-so-well Gohan, where is he? Hm?" He gazed around. "Your flawless hero, your fucking perfect superstar? Where is he if he wants you so much? If you're exactly what he desires, as you so pathetically strive to be, where is he?!"
Gohan just snarled, righting himself from the slaps he'd just received.
"You've dedicated your entire existence to being the perfect person for him to return to," Trunks grinned wolfishly. "You've lied your way into an identity that isn't even yours. Yet, still he stays gone. He probably hasn't even given you the least amount of thought; just the petty little boy he left long ago and didn't even say goodbye to. While you'll spend the rest of your miserable life pawning after his memory, you don't even EXIST in his. So maybe you're right," Trunks nuzzled Gohan's face, holding it in his hands. "maybe he was flawless."
Gohan just wrinkled his face in anguish, catching a sob in his throat as he turned away. Trunks in the meantime smiled at his so-called victory, sitting nonchalantly on a rock and sucking down his cigarette.
"So let me tell you a story Gohan," He bent his head back aristocratically, blowing smoke into the air. "it's about a little boy, maybe... ehhh... eight or nine or so. And this little boy was adorable, almost beautiful in that nearly-man way. Big, trusting eyes, thick black hair. The full package. And this little boy had been trained by his tutor, not his father, but a tutor for the better portion of his lifetime. And yet, rather than long for the attentions of little girls or even little boys, our tiny hero instead, looked up at his tutor with not only big, trusting eyes, but a big fat boner from time to time as well."
"FUCK!" Gohan hissed, smashing his back against the rock to free himself. "You are so sick Trunks!"
"It gets better," Trunks threw his head back to laugh. "Who even knew a kid that age could tote around a rock hard one, is beyond me. And how precisely he could manage one after staring up at that hideous green face for so many hours, is truly one of those timeless 'unanswered questions of the universe'. But somehow," he gestured. "Our little hero, at SUCH a tender age, was jerking furiously hours after having been trained by his adorable Piccolo," He quickly covered his mouth, his horrible, smiling eyes grinning from behind his hands. "Oh oh! Opps!" he laughed. "Wasn't supposed to use names."
Gohan was in the meantime viciously tugging yet again, apparently on a never ending quest to free himself, though the victory at this point seemed less than likely.
"Ok ok!" Trunks was chuckling, leaning forward and holding his hands out. "Let's just say, for the sake of fun, that little boy's name was.... hmm... Gohan! That's random enough, wouldn't you say pet?"
Gohan just continued pulling until blood was literally spurting all over his arms and fingers.
"So this little 'Gohan'," he made parenthesis with his fingers, his filter-less cigarette lodged in between. "was in love with his huge, green bean tutor, none other than the infamously ugly Piccolo! I have to say babe, your taste in clothing surely does reflect your taste in men! But this little Gohan was oh-so in love with his tutor, he actually forced himself to BELIEVE that he might stand a chance with the jolly green giant. So one day, a beautiful man from the future came to visit and stole little Gohan's heart away. Fearing that he'd never see the beautiful savior again, Gohan knew he must confess his undying love for his tutor, before the horrible happenings that the futuristic hero had pro-warned would occur. So gathering all his little hopes inside him, the little warrior TOLD Piccolo exactly how he felt.
"But rather than return that love, it seemed that from that day forth, Piccolo wouldn't even spend the time enough training with little Gohan. Or at least, he wouldn't unless Gohan's father was there to supervise."
Trunks stood slowly, walking towards Gohan who had since ceased his struggling and now just bared his fangs.
"At least, that's the rumor," Trunks closed his eyes, adjusting himself affectionately against the hard, suspended body. "but we know the truth, don't we little puppet? We know that it wasn't Piccolo's choice to end your little relationship. After all, it was clear to anyone that despite his fatherly affections toward you, there was much more protectiveness in Piccolo than simple paternal instinct. No, the real killer was seeing Piccolo naked for the first time... wasn't it?"
Gohan just swallowed, inching far away from the warm body that embraced him.
"You had him exactly where you wanted, didn't you?" Trunks smiled. "You kissed him, he sucked you, all the pretty things that might be a thousand times prettier if they didn't involve a green faced pedophile and a ten year old. Aren't I right? Ain't those Saiyan genes a rough thing?"
Gohan just breathed harder, enough so that for a second, Mirai was sure he would pass out. Trunks blew smoke into his face, turning his back to the furious warrior.
"And kneeling between those hideous green thighs of his," He laughed. "I'll bet the last thing little Gohan expected to see was what couldn't even resemble a vagina. A big space of nothingness for an asexual being."
He doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach as he simply roared with it.
"I've seen some crazy shit in my life Gohan," He laughed. "but that... that could turn me straight!"
Gohan just let his head fall down in shame. He let out a sad sigh, swallowing back tears.
"But wait wait wait!" Trunks put his hands out. "There can't be tears! Why, I haven't even finished the story yet!"
Mirai had to glance over once more at the current Trunks' reaction, sighing himself when he noticed that still, there wasn't one.
"So, rather than falling to pieces, Gohan focused all his little energies into training with his daddy. Why.." Trunks grinned. "He was only too happy to jump at the chance to train with his own father for a year alone, all tucked away with just him in a room filled with nothing but space and time. It's ok Gohan," He nuzzled the warrior once more, taking a drag off the short cigarette. "I don't blame you at all. I've been wanting to stick it to my daddy for a LONG time now."
Gohan just clinched his hands into tight fists.
"But hard as Gohan tried to forget his little instincts," Trunks continued. "And despite how often he told himself it was wrong, he STILL thought of that beautiful warrior that was merely waiting outside for him. Even his father's incredible good looks and notoriously naked body couldn't tame the thriving, pulsating need to touch that gorgeous savior, the beautiful Christ-like hero that waited outside the room for his return. Ah yes, the flawless Mirai that could do nothing wrong. The calculating hero of my every bed-time story, a constant reminder of how I could FUCKING FAIL IF I wasn't EXACTLY LIKE HIM!"
Mirai stepped backwards, blown away by how completely volatile Trunks had instantly become, his cigarette harshly flicked to the side.
"Because GOD KNOWS!" Trunks was suddenly screaming, gesturing wildly. "If I had been anything less than what perfect fucking Mirai was, then no one would possibly love me. Because GOD KNOWS, that if I couldn't ever possibly reach that unachievable status, I was LESS than what my potential was. And every time I ever made a fucking choice of my own, it 'wasn't Mirai's'. And if I ever thought something that people didn't like, it wasn't how 'Mirai would think or feel' . I was a constant fucking failure because I wasn't exactly what people were so sure I'd grow up to be. I was given this perfect mold and expected to MAGICALLY be exactly like him from the day I was born. Fuck who I wanted to be or the choices I wanted to make. Because they NEVER would have been Mirai's!"
Even Gohan had to lift his head backwards, just staring in confusion as Trunks threw his hands this way and that, voice scratchy with its pitch. He was now just panting, eyes wild and angry. It was the first time in a long time that actual feeling had made its way over Trunks stoic features and Mirai had to just gawk at the immense change. Sensing his outward transformation, Trunks was all too quick to right the situation and calm himself, sleazily sliding his body along Gohan's.
"Sorry," He breathed sweetly. "This story isn't about me though, is it? It's about our little Gohan, finally falling in love with the immaculate Mirai... Not ONLY because Mirai was especially beautiful. Not ONLY because Mirai was the savior of the day. Not only because Mirai was ALWAYS the conquering, flawless hero of the story. But because Mirai had that one thing that our adoring walking cucumber Piccolo could never give you."
His hand slowly ran down the long, rippled torso. Gohan glanced down nervously, moving what he could but unable to shake the hand smoothing further and further along, gliding over his treasure trail.
"That one thing that your tutor could never teach you about," Trunks smiled sadistically, moving his fingers to toy with Gohan's zipper. "yet the one thing you longed for with every breath you ever took."
His hand suddenly grasped Gohan's penis right outside his pants, a quick in take of air cutting through the silence as Gohan just gawked in horror.
"A nice," Trunks smirked wickedly, his eyes closed as he nuzzled his forehead against Gohan's cheek, teeth shinning. "Thick, fat fucking cock wrapped right around his thigh."
His hand was groping the hardening appendage fiercely, no doubt causing pain yet inflicting blinding pleasure as Gohan's eyes rolled back. His head fell against the rock base, his throat open for Trunks' biting kisses. Trunks indulged in the invitation, tracing the tip of his tongue all the way from Gohan's exposed collar bone to the side of his face. His fingers in an inspiring display, moved with finely honed expertise, pushing just hard enough; applying pressure to all the right places on Gohan's fast extending cock.
And then, with a furious groan, Gohan's hand ripped its way from one of the ki binds, his fingers closing around Trunks' throat. Trunks hadn't even had the time to cry out, his esophagus on the verge of being crushed as Gohan's fingers slowly bruised the tender flesh and closed around his windpipe. Gohan was merely staring, teeth to the point of cracking in his mouth as he ground them together, cheeks shaking with his fury. His eyes were infuriated, burning with hatred as he dared himself to do the exact thing he'd promised himself he'd come here for.
Trunks wasn't even trying to gasp for air, just staring back with the same hatred burning like blue fire in his own gaze.
"Do it..." He managed to barely choke out. "Fucking .... kill....me."
Gohan grit his teeth together even harder, feeling chunks of porcelain grind to the point of shattering.
"Kill him." Trunks spat with his last bit of air, his hands red as he grasped Gohan's fingers.
Suddenly Gohan tore Trunks forewarned, viciously smashing their mouths together in a violent, bloody kiss. Crimson poured out through the sides of their mouths as Gohan ripped their heads this way and that, tongues colliding painfully. Teeth ground together as eyes winced in pain, breathing coming forth in desperate pants. Gohan still held Trunks' throat horrendously tight, the other Saiyan's fingers wound and digging into the sides of his wounded cheeks.
They both suddenly tore backwards, lips blackened and blue, swollen as they gasped for air, just staring at one another. They swallowed down the saliva and blood both at the same time, just gazing in lust and infatuation with each other. The pure drive for sex was intoxicating, their primal instincts demanding that savage release that only they could supply for one another. Like liquid euphoria pumping through each vein, the mind set on one simple idea. Sex. Cruel, heartless, detached sex.
Trunks ripped the ki bind off Gohan's left hand, the spark of energy flaring sideways and exploding into a massive fire that roared to life instantaneously. He collided with Gohan's body, soaring into the stone base which erupted in a mass of flying rock shards and dust, both spraying around them as Gohan's binds shattered from his feet. The mountain came falling down around them as their lips met once more in a horrifying display of what could not even be considered affection, hands exploring shamelessly.
Trunks kneeled upwards, legs pinning Gohan down as energy erupted from his back and arms, shooting upwards and turning the entire rock mass into dust around them. It poured around their bodies like fire, burning hot to the touch, scorching their clothes. Still they attacked one another ruthlessly, Trunks' fingernails leaving bloody red traces down the beautiful, muscular stomach. He yanked away, his fingers digging into that perfect torso, marking the soft, creamy flesh with violence.
He pinned Gohan down, choking him with one hand as he dreadfully slowly led his tongue downwards, his teeth tearing off buttons as he licked the bloodied flesh. Gohan's body moved upwards as the tip slid slowly along his skin. The skill-full tongue moved ever downward, a trail of saliva leading all the way towards the thin treasure trail and the top of Gohan's jeans.
Trunks moved upwards, never leaving eye-contact with Gohan who stayed submissive for the moment, heaving with desperation. He forcefully yanked Gohan's belt until it came loose, tearing it upwards until it spun around his torso and came free in Trunks' hand. Leaning down, he viciously slapped it across Gohan's mangled cheeks, staring with a challenging glare.
"Are you going to be a good boy puppet?" He whispered in a cold voice.
He was savagely thrown down, pinned beneath the older Saiyan's weight.
"Never." Gohan promised, hand gliding through Trunks' hair and tugging it painfully backwards to expose the bruised throat. "Never."
He ground his teeth against the jugular vein, piercing the skin and gnawing away at the torn flesh. Trunks just gasped, staring upwards as his blood was spilled and sucked from his body in the most sexual experience he'd ever encountered, his body lifting and falling in response. He let out a choked cry of pleasure as he was mauled by sharp fangs, Gohan's fingers holding him steady, clutching his neck tightly.
Gohan finally yanked away, Trunks' own blood spilling down from his lips, splashing on the pale, beautiful face beneath. Gohan's eyes were alight with pleasure and madness, teeth crimson stained as he gasped for air, trying to pry his teeth away from the victim that smiled wistfully up at him. Trunks' fingers wound around the back of his head, yanking him downwards in a kiss, sharing the blood that was still left in his mouth, drinking their sadistic fill of each other.
Gohan pulled away first, eyes gleaming as he refused to leave contact with Trunks, moving steadily downwards. He tore open the expensive black shirt, admiring for only a second the gorgeous, tanned body hidden beneath before attacking it with harsh bites and kisses. Trunks let his head fall backwards in bliss, arching slightly when hot breath came around the crotch area of his khaki pants. He tilted his throat back, hearing and feeling the vibration of a zipper being pulled downwards and a button being flicked off.
He gasped slightly, opening his eyes as Gohan bravely yanked his cock free of his boxers, his hot, panting breath covering it like a thousand sweet kisses. He gazed through clouded eyes downwards as Gohan stared almost innocently upwards, the only indication of his crueler side a nasty smile tugging at his lips when he dipped them directly over the tip. The taste of creamy pre-cum and salty skin erupted in between his lips, Gohan closing his eyes in ecstasy when he seductively wrapped his tongue over it, lapping at the very top of Trunks' cock, holding the rest in a tight fist.
Trunks let out a gasp, staring downwards in a fog when Gohan pushed his mouth over the head, hot, wetness enveloping him completely. The tongue remained where it was, causing a perfect friction between slippery, inner lips and itself. He arched upwards when he was completely taken in, Gohan's face digging into his lap. He could feel where his tip met the back of the other's throat, the tonsils making room as he was deep-throated entirely, a moan of ecstasy breaking forth from his mouth. He dug his fingers into the black hair, forcefully pushing downwards and yanking upwards, savagely controlling every movement.
He finally just thrashed himself backwards, fingers digging into the rock and debris beneath him. His crimson stained fingertips broke stone into his hands, tracing up his bare torso and threading through his own hair as he breathed desperately in complete, victorious bliss. He stared upwards, lips parted as he partook in every movement of the other, letting himself just lie there as the soaking wet mouth dipped over his body and sucked upwards until he felt like he was floating.
Blood and saliva coated his appendage as Gohan gave him one of the greatest blowjobs he'd ever encountered, the euphoria collapsing all thought. He simply felt rather than consciously dwelt, delving into the pleasure until it nearly exploded around him. He caught Gohan, just before, tugging the other upwards by his chin and kissing him passionately before throwing him on his back and attacking his body.
"I'm going to give you what he never did Gohan," He promised sensuously, breathing hotly over the bottom of Gohan's stomach. "You're going to love me more than you could ever love him."
He sweetly moved his fingers down the lower belly, the hot flesh almost shivering beneath his touch. His fingernails skimmed over the burning skin, his face dipping over the pants as his tongue expertly undid the button, the zipper removed as he put pressure on either side of it, exciting Gohan immensely and pulling the metal apart. He pulled the throbbing member from its place, letting it smooth over both sides of his face, teasing the owner as he traced it across his plump lips.
He forcefully licked the underside of the impressive sized appendage, drawing his tongue harshly upwards to the tip, getting a hoarse gasp from Gohan as he threw his head back. He kissed both sides of it tenderly, savoring the salty flavor in his mouth before swallowing it down. He sighed softly against the sensitive area, teasing relentlessly until Gohan was simply begging for it, smashing rock in his fist.
Without warning, he deep-throated Gohan's entire length, a cry of desperation his reward as he nearly swallowed it down, fresh pre-cum exploding against the roof of his mouth. He sucked ruthlessly, giving Gohan precisely what he wanted. A raw fuck; a savage, heartless indulgence in selfishness. He dipped lower and lower, nestling his face against the tiny pubic hairs that rested above Gohan's shaft, lying against the hot skin as he kept the thick, hard member in his mouth, letting it glide down his throat.
The thickness seemed to spread inside him, hoisting open his throat and filling every emptiness with hard, probing flesh. Gohan in the meantime was beyond ecstasy, if there is such a place, his fingers digging into the burnt ground beneath them and igniting each rock into cinders. Coals burned and crackled around them, the scent in the air of pure sex and sulfur, the smell of arousal and volcanic eruptions.
Trunks grinned wickedly, sensing that Gohan was close before biting down just enough to send the other over the edge, the pain and pleasure a mixture too much for the somewhat "virginal" victim. Cum spurted into his face, hot, wet, creamy whiteness pouring onto his chin and mouth. His lips were entirely covered with it, the thickness coating his face as he pulled his body over the other, eyes burning into Gohan's.
"Lick it off," He demanded. "Taste what he could never give you."
Gohan closed his eyes in suddenly shame, swallowing before connecting mouths with the monster, tasting himself all over the plump lips. He licked the outer rim of Trunks' mouth, letting the tangy, thick liquid drain into his mouth before swallowing it down. He hoisted himself up, Trunks straddling him. He held the younger Saiyan's face as he did the unthinkable, tonguing away the remainder of his sin.
Trunks pushed back the remainder of his shirt, his fingers sliding over Gohan's soft, rippled shoulders as he freed the clothing from them. Their mouths once more attached in a compassionate embrace, Trunks resting his body over the other's, kissing down his throat and chin.
"M..." Gohan breathed, eyes half lidded as he gazed upwards. "Mirai...."
Trunks pulled back instantly, staring in fury at the mere mention of that name. Before either could register it, he had ripped both their bodies through the air, smashing Gohan against the side of another mountain, the water fall drenching both of them as rocks sprayed around their heated bodies. Falling water soaked their smooth skin, beading until it fell for what seemed like miles beneath. What remained of their clothing was drenched, their hair limp, framing their faces. Trunks was enraged, panting in his anger as he held Gohan harshly.
Gohan suddenly just grinned back, unaffected by the passionate display, throwing Trunks' hold off his arms. He rudely pushed the other backwards, challenging him with gleaming eyes.
"What now, brat prince?" He smirked, blinking when water poured into his eyes.
Trunks smiled back, placing both his hands on either side of Gohan's head before moving himself in between, letting the raging water rain down upon them both as they kissed beneath its bruising pressure. Trunks let his tattered shirt fall prey to its rage, Gohan slowly pushing it off his shoulders and watching it fall stories beneath them. He gazed down Trunks' tan, sculpted body, letting his fingertips curiously graze the finely toned muscles of his chest and stomach. The skin beneath his fingers felt like silk and solidified cream, cooled only by the pouring water that fell all around them.
"God," He breathed against Trunks' lips, closing his eyes into a kiss. "You're so beautiful."
Trunks merely cocked his head to this side, grinning wildly.
"I know," he breathed, roaming his hands down Gohan's shoulders, moving them along the long, sculpted arms.
He held the other's hands for a moment gazing into the other eyes in a brief, kind manner.
"You're amazing," He whispered, barely enough for the other to hear. "You're everything I ever wanted Got..... Gohan."
Ignoring his own slight slip up, he yanked the other towards him, kissing Gohan passionately. The water whisked away all mistakes, all regrets as they held each other almost too hard beneath it, their arms locked painfully around the other's body. It was almost desperation that kept them locked that way, their mouths completely in-tune to each other, eyes shut tight as they indulged in this very short lived sweetness.
Mirai cringed when Trunks yanked backwards, landing a cruel, solid hit, a punch straight across Gohan's face that threw his body straight into the ground beneath. Soggy soil and muddy water sprayed everywhere, Gohan's body slapping into it. He emerged, cold gaze glaring upwards as Trunks slowly levitated down towards him, smile never masked. He threw his arms open wide as he reached the ground, daring the other to run towards him, opening his defenses for any sort of attack.
"Come to me Gohan," He smiled, lifting his head.
The other complied only slightly, moving within a few inches, body dripping with mud and water. His hair laid over his eyes, the dark, cool gaze beneath them, promising anything but what Trunks thought he could domesticate. Nothing like the pet or puppet, but a real, thriving, violent individual, unwilling to fall beneath the pressure of whatever desire the other Saiyan could produce in him.
Trunks let his intimidating look dwindle slightly, letting his arms fall over Gohan's shoulders before pulling the other into his wet, bare body in an embrace.
"Let me be with you," He breathed into the other's ear, kissing his wet neck tenderly. "I want to be inside you."
His features were suddenly masked with innocence, his eyes lightening, his eyebrows tilting only slightly upwards. Every deviance, every volatile scheme or plan was erased and his features resembled Mirai with a flawlessness that could make his own mother glance twice. Gohan pulled back slightly, staring into the eyes of one he had fallen for so many times before that, unable and unwilling to let himself believe what his body so desperately wanted to buy.
"See me as you see him," Trunks pleaded, never losing his facade. "Love me, be with me, as you would with him. How close will you ever come again Gohan?"
He traced his fingers down the breathing torso as he had a hundred times, appreciating all the rare, perfect beauty that the blood line contained.
"He's your dream," Trunks whispered. "I'm your reality."
With those words spoken, Gohan fiercely grabbed him, throwing both their bodies into the ground, rocks and jagged pieces of stone digging their way into Trunks' back. Blood and sex filtered into the air as they attacked one another once more, furiously beating the other for dominance, punches and hits demanding their way. Gohan swatted Trunks' face sideways, blood and granite teeth filling his mouth. He spit it out, molars and shards of porcelain landing next to him as he glared with a grin upwards, knocking Gohan mercilessly off of him.
Ruthlessly, he landed upon the other's body, finally tearing off any remainder of clothing that served as a hindrance, staring in appreciation at the naked body beneath him. He took a few moments, gazing down at what only a God could provide, and perhaps the only proof thereof; a gorgeous creation with flawless angles and smooth, white skin coating them.
"You take my breath away," He breathed before capturing the lips beneath him, letting Gohan burn away the remainder of his clothing. For a second, the monster inside calmed, and he let himself be taken in by the moment, his eyes closing as he dreamt for a second about the one that constantly inspired, him, his muse for life's existence at all. The velvety, delicate kiss lasted for only a second longer, both bestowing feathery touches along the other's arms.
And then, digging what was left of his fingertips into the remains of his pants, Trunks withdrew a heavily lubricated condom, tearing at the wrapper with his teeth. He handed the condom to Gohan in an authoritive fashion, his eyes fogged over with lust.
"Put it on me." He demanded, leaning over Gohan who remained on the bottom. Gohan stared at him in slight confusion before obeying, apparently playing the submissive role for the moment. He grasped the back of Trunks' head when he'd finally rolled the condom completely over the shaft, kissing him deeply as the other pushed him down to the ground.
"I won't lie to you Gohan," Trunks breathed heavily, fully erect as he positioned himself over the other. "This is going to fucking hurt."
Gohan simply nodded, rather than nervous or afraid, glaring upwards with a challenging smile.
"Good." He leaned up and decked Trunks one more time for good measure. "MAKE it fucking hurt."
Trunks grit his teeth, smile entirely wiped from his features as he slowly glided his way in, never loosing eye-contact with Gohan. Sweat instantly beaded on the darker Saiyan's brow, the sound of teeth grinding to bite back pain heard through the cackling of flames and the cracking of thunder overhead. His arms began to shake as he slightly held himself suspended by them, suddenly just collapsing backwards with a gasp of pain.
He threw his head straight up, his throat exposed as he gasped in anguish, Trunks never having stopped his ascent. He continued to glide in to the very hilt, his entire shaft buried deep inside the squirming body. Gohan just breathed feverishly upwards, eyes closed as he coughed in pain through his teeth, nearly crying from it. His face had visibly paled, his frame shaking and every muscle and vein perfectly discernable underneath his skin. Trunks moved upwards, never pulling himself out or making any other movements with that regard. He simply let Gohan's body adjust to the pain, accept it, welcome it even.
He glided his hard torso over Gohan sensually, their compact muscles and skin meshing as he lay over him. He curiously kissed Gohan's throat and collar bone, kindly giving him just a moment before pulling back and gliding in once more. His movements were expertise, very slow and gentle, yet never wavering from their course. Each tauntingly slow approach and withdrawal pressed harder and further inside Gohan's body, making him instantly erect when they probed that, indeed, virginal place inside.
Gohan slowly let his head relax, gazing upwards in surprise and desire as Trunks just kept moving. Each thrust took him to new levels of excitement he didn't even realize existed. Each pound against his prostate answered questions he'd asked yet raised so many thousand others. It was as though every movement was a step into another world or dimension; and everything in that world was glowing, foggy and absolutely beautiful.
Tears formed in his eyes as he realized he'd kept them open too long, the world misty and whimsical. Trunks just continued to gaze long after they both should have blinked, his eyes, as well, glazed over with the magic. He moved up and down, kissing Gohan deeply as they wrapped their arms around one another, riding waves of astounding pleasure and pain. He would sometimes nuzzle the other's cheek affectionately, whispering promises that only Mirai would have given, never Trunks. He buried his face in Gohan's throat, kissing and biting tenderly, the perfect actor for a role that Trunks would never have chosen to play had there been any alternative.
"You should have been an actor," Mirai said in disgust, having moved away from Trunks since they'd begun to watch this.
"I know," the other answered plainly.
Suddenly Trunks had grabbed Gohan's legs, hoisting them over his elbows and kneeling before turbulently pounding into Gohan. The other gasped in excitement and agony, Gohan's mouth partially hanging open as he was brutally fucked beyond even his dirtiest fantasies. The movements were murderously painful, yet Trunks paid no attention, doubling his efforts when Gohan cried out. The earth beneath them was vibrating and rocking with the force, rocks levitating upwards and bursting midair.
"S-stop," Gohan insisted, placing his hand on Trunks' shoulder.
The facade of Mirai was quickly melted and Trunks' eyes burned fiery and icy at the same time. The transformation, as wounding as it was and as quickly it had come on, was replaced by a sneer of detachment that was almost worse.
"You said you wanted it to hurt," He spat through his teeth, yanking Gohan's body down until his legs were over Trunks' shoulders. He bent himself forward, smacking his body fiercely against the other's, drilling inside him torturously. "Learn to love it."
Gohan's cries became panted moans as he took Trunks' entire length into his body, his head flailing back and forth from both his suffering and the undeniable gratification. Yes, it was everything he'd ever wanted. Yes, it was the type of sex he could never have had with his wife or anyone else for that matter. Yes, in a sense, it was with the one person that was a constant desire in his mind. Yet in that same fact, he knew he was deceiving himself; and at the same time, he didn't care.
"I said STOP!" He commanded, landing a solid uppercut to Trunks' chin, hurling him catapulting backwards. The younger Saiyan caught himself midair, falling to the ground and landing in a catlike, prowling stance.
Gohan cringed when Trunks attacked him, both their bodies soaring through the air until he found himself face-planted into the rocks of a mountain. Dizzy with shock, he pulled his head backwards, tiny pieces of bloody flesh still clinging to the stone base. Trunks was holding him tightly from behind, face planted against face as he locked Gohan's arms behind him.
"What pretty puppet," He breathed in a voice that positively dripped sexuality. "Did you think I'd go easy on you forever? Did you think I'd be Mirai for you? Play that perfect, boyscout role?"
His icy laugh was low and sour, Gohan closing his eyes as he winced. Trunks' wet hair cooled his cheek, the other's sweet, biting kisses drinking down beads of water from his neck and shoulder. Gohan shivered beneath the hot and cold touches, letting his head sink back onto Trunks' shoulder as he let the desire pulsate and sweep away all lingering sanity. His long lashes flickered as the kisses sank deeper, sharp teeth between velvety lips sinking into cooled skin. Crimson dilluted rain drops were kissed away by thick, warm lips, occasionally sliding down his back. Sharp canines rubbed against raw flesh, the friction releasing blood that pooled only to be sucked away.
A pent up breath released itself into the flame scorched air, Gohan's deep, black eyes peering upwards in bliss. Trunks released his victim's arms, sliding his fingers and palms along the lower belly of the other Saiyan. Water droplets were swept away with soothing touches that ignited new fires of arousal. He calmly reached around, mouth never leaving Gohan's throat as he began to jerk the other off, excruciatingly slow. His pointer finger traced tiny circles around the head of Gohan's cock, gliding torturously slow down the shaft until precum was leaking down the paved trail as well.
Gohan's breath had become a sporadic gasp, his eyelids fluttering as he moaned, dipping his head down and gripping the rock base with his hands.
"Fuck me," He whispered, letting his head once more fall back against Trunks. "Make me love you."
He looked backwards suddenly, connecting eyes with Trunks who kissed him passionately, wrapping his fingers around Gohan's chin before the other pulled away, never losing eye contact.
"Make me fall Trunks," He whispered before turning away and bracing himself. "Make me fall."
Needing no further encouragement, a crude smile wrapped its way around Trunks' features, his hand guiding himself as he once more pushed upwards inside Gohan. A pained hiss was his only response and he quickly began yanking backwards and delving upwards at a ferocious pace. Muscle and fragile tissue tore and made way for his girth as he merciless dug against the ever precious prostate. Despite the agonizing groans from the other, Trunks' body only continued its perilous movements, gathering speed as he pounded flesh against flesh, rocking both their bodies upwards.
Rock crumbled and shook, dust falling over their sweat drenched bodies as they only seemed to climb to entirely different levels of arousal. Their lips shook with the heated, panted breaths, their bodies quivering as physically, they levitated upwards, their power levels fluctuating violently and pushing their natural bodies upwards. Spiritually, they broke the boundaries of their own sexual levels, their physical bodies only catching up as they broke the bounds of gravity and levitated through the air. All laws and potentially "unbreakable" bounds of physical science and gravity were shattered as they were both suspended by their heated excitement, Trunks wrapping both arms around Gohan as he sank himself upwards, digging painfully against the prostate until Gohan was nearly screaming through his teeth for release.
Yanking Gohan's hair backwards, Trunks sank his elongated teeth once more into the sweat-drenched throat, tasting the salt and copper of blood as it filled his mouth. Gohan violently shook, releasing a hoarse cry that vibrated beneath Trunks' canines as it burst through his windpipe. He tore his teeth from the quivering throat, bits of bleeding flesh ripped and clinging to his teeth as he dug his mouth against Gohan's, letting the fresh blood pour into the others mouth, like liquid sex shared between them.
Both teeter-tottered on the very verge of explosive, orgasmic release, the end so close they could taste it in their feverish, hostile kiss. Teeth snagged against tongue and gum, bitter blood swallowed down as Trunks tore his body upwards, fingers' gathering in Gohan's hair. Before Gohan could even register conscious thought, Trunks had ripped him backwards, tossing him upside down by his hair and landing him on his hands and knees on the ground. Dust and sand ground into his knees as Trunks held him by his hair, grinding into him savagely.
His fingers left blue and yellow stains as they bruised the areas of Gohan's skin that they touched, holding onto him as he fucked him brutally. Gohan's head was knocked back and forth as he was thrown and then tugged against Trunks' painfully erect cock. It jammed inside of his body, burning flames of blind lust and carnal need. All humanity was thrust to the wind and pure animalistic desire had overwhelmed all basic thought. Gohan arched his back, taking in the pain and furious pumping. Skin meshed and smacked against skin as all that could be heard was cries of pleasure and painful friction.
Trunks leaned back, gasping for air as Gohan's muscles clutched around him, squeezing until his eyes rolled backwards. It was almost too much, almost a painful awareness that he needed to cum and quickly, before being lost entirely to a world of dizzying and almost fatal pleasure. Gohan suddenly knocked him backwards, his body collapsing on the ground before as quickly, being straddle.
He gazed upwards through the fog of overwhelming desire, watching as Gohan slowly sat over him, sliding downwards over his cock. He felt the wounded flesh and bleeding tissue envelope him once more, the head of his shaft bright red with the blood that flowed over it. Gohan's hands glided down over his body, the skin almost too hot to touch as stray drops of sweat sizzled and evaporated off it. Trunks desperately grasped Gohan's hips, lifting his lower body upwards and pistoning into the tight, hot heat that embraced him.
Fires burned rapidly around them, the air dry and hot; the flames dangerously close as still burning ashes and hot cinders scattered over their bodies. The sky rolled with black clouds, threatening to burst. Yet they cared nothing for the lightening that struck overhead, nor the cracking thunder that followed. And despite the sizzling burns that constantly tortured them from the flames, their bodies moved perfectly in-tune as they deliriously strove for that final completion.
Gohan rode over Trunks' body rapidly, their breathing and panted gasps coming at the exact same time. Within seconds, their eyes connected, knowing that final explosion, that final euphoric orgasm lay within but a few more fiery movements. Gohan collapsed his body over Trunks, drawing in an enormous breath before it broke over them like an atomic bomb. Cum burst deep inside Gohan, nearly breaking through the condom as Trunks cried out horrendously. Gohan was beside himself in delirium, seaman spraying over Trunks' stomach and chest before he collapsed over him completely, letting it soak and dry against their skin as they held one another.
Their breaths didn't calm for what seemed like hours, their arms locked tightly over each other as they quaked with the orgasm, riding its euphoric waves that made their very skin shake; their nerve systems almost overloaded by it. Every nerve ending, every cell, every last inch of skin was shivering with it, their toes numb and their lips paled. Trunks was the first to open his eyes, gazing upwards as the sun had finally cut through the dark, rolling clouds, low in the sky that seemed scorched with fires.
His eyes gazed over a land that had once been fertile and lush, thriving with life. Now, what was once untouched by the pollution of man was soiled and ruined, fires and destruction covering the land. What once had been undeniably beautiful was thrashed and desolate, a place worth pitying rather than any sort of admiration. Even the land they now lay on was scorched and tired, raw with destruction.
The sun, as quickly as it had peeped behind the thunderous clouds, was covered by them and with a crack of lightening, the sky itself seemed to fall. Hordes of raindrops landed around them, fat and cold. Fires sizzled out, fog and steam rising all around them.
Wet warmth met his chest and he suddenly glanced down in confusion, Gohan's face buried against him. The strong, corded shoulders were shaking, covered with freezing cold raindrops that puddled and slid down his smooth skin. Trunks lifted his body slightly upwards, facing contorting with confusion when it became obvious that Gohan... was crying.
"I'm sorry," Gohan was bawling, his fingers curled and clenched on Trunks' chest. His entire body was spasming with grief. "God... I'm so.... so sorry."
His tear drenched face was laced with only agony, no trace of challenge or sexual desire left. The illusion had faded and what was left on the last quake of orgasm had been the cold realization of reality itself. What once had been virginal and beautiful, like the land itself... was now ruined. The ideal perfection, however fake... was now flawed.
Gohan bawled relentlessly, sobbing as though someone, a certain someone, could hear.
"Forgive me!" He screamed, voice raw. "God... I'm so so sorry!"
Trunks just growled in disgust, his eyes betraying the slightest amount of confusion and perhaps even regret as he put his hands on Gohan's shoulders.
"Get..." he stuttered, swallowing hard. "Get off me."
He violently hauled Gohan's quaking body off his, tossing the other in the burnt dirt and sand. He threw his legs into what remained of his pants, which wasn't much, gazing harshly down at the other. Disgust and detached pity filled his face before he rolled his eyes.
"And here I thought we were making progress Gohan," He growled cruelly, kicking the other in the side as he gazed down in anger. His lips curled upwards, eyes shaking with rage. "You fucking pitiful mess."
He spat a large amount of saliva into the dirt, grabbing Gohan's hair viciously and grinding it into his spit. Gohan refused to fight back, just sobbing uncontrollably as Trunks pushed his face harshly into the ground.
"God damn loser," He spat once more upon Gohan, adding a mean kick to the already broken ribs before tossing a senzu bean to the ground. "He's not coming back. You'll never see him again."
Gohan just continued to cry, rolling into a ball and shaking with the intensity of his tears. He clutched the sand and dirt in his fist, grinding it in his agony.
"And..." Trunks swallowed hard, biting back something that Mirai could almost decipher as what might have been pain. "And even if he were to come back now... what would he return to but one big used up, tired out piece of trash. A broken little dolly. Ain't that right... puppet?"
Without another word or even a backwards glance, he took to the sky, leaving Gohan behind to cry out his sorrows; naked and unheard, in a scorched, ruined place.
Mirai looked over at Trunks as the scenery suddenly dramatically changed, the memory shaky and perverted with what must have been the influence of drugs. Where there had been trees and sky and rain and fire, there was now personified blackness that took on a life of its own, growing around them like vines. The world itself was sketchy and vibrant with unique colors that had no real place in a vivid memory, shades of light that the physical world doesn't naturally contain.
Shadows scratched along the walls, moving of their own accord as though one were looking through the eyes of an acid trip, things moving but not, objects taking life, yet dead. Tiles stretched beneath their feet, dancing and vibrating around them. Shower tiles and curtains spread towards their right, a large mirror coming into focus as Mirai and Trunks watched the memory Trunks stand unmoving before it. It was a bathroom, obviously one from Capsule Corp and there Trunks' drug diluted body stood quivering and dizzied before mirror.
His eyes were red lidded, skin patched with reds and blacks and yellows and blues. It was obvious that he had already eaten the senzu bean, his more dramatic wounds held and broken bones knit within the smooth skin. Yet Trunks leaned forwards, wavering over the vomit covered sink, staring at his reflection with no emotion whatsoever on his features. Mirai had to question Trunks, asking where exactly they were and what memory it was they were reliving. Receiving only a confused expression, Mirai cringed in horror, watching as the Trunks from memory smiled at his own reflection.......
Before digging his fingers into the wound directly over his heart; the exact same wound that only hours later, Gohan had inflicted.
A/N.... Thank you to all who reviewed! I've been noticing we're a tad low on them lately and I'm sure that's to be expected with people not being in school and in their routines.. so I want to really say that they're very appreciated if you have time. Hope you enjoyed this chapter hahaha you have NO idea the hell I went through to get it out.. (my comp crashed when I was JUST about done and before I'd had time to save.. so yeah, hell). So thanks for reading!