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Warning: yaoi lemon and strong language.

Boys

By Caprice

Part 2

It was like soaring through waves of molten silver, still riding the high of the drug as he swam fully submersed in the ample lake. The folds of water nestled him… made him weightless as his blood pumped in his ears. Oh and every sense was heightened, making the world around and the thoughts inside infinitely strident… every single nerve in his body sputtering like a Bengal light. Yum, he thought. He could perfectly die here, ensconced in the arms of the lake. He should do that, he should never surface, let the water seep into his lungs suffocating whatever memories assaulted his brain.

It was all a mesh of muddled up regret and confusion but also drive and excitation. It was more like something indescribable, a tangle of emotion that was laced with his name… his voice, his face. Goten. The words, the daggers of venom, everything said and done… or nearly done, spinning like a wheel inside his brain. It was like a rollercoaster. He had felt like a complete and utter fuck up at the beginning of the night, had ascended to heaven and was now feeling on the verge of crashing real bad. Was the trip coming to an end? It usually made him confident enough to babble on like a jerk and often act simply stupid, but most of all, it made him feel fuckin' fantastic. Well, at least for a bit. His Saiyan physiology usually made the trips last shorter. Something else to feel great about…

He frowned, still fully underwater, thoughts somehow going back to that tingle in his spine, that sizzle in the pit of his belly that remained from that nasty little scuffle back at the tent. Well, who was he kidding; he didn't belong in there, with him, in the space that glowed with his warmth and his innocence. He belonged in here, in the midst of the nothingness and the cold that echoed his soul. Fallen, accursed, rotten and miserable. Praised, revered and envied as destined by fate until his dying day. Right here right now, he felt split in two, torn in half like a hybrid should, half of all and whole of nothing.

And this scarlet letter he bore branded by an invisible iron… He sighed, lilac hair waving about his face in gorgeous patterns. He would never understand the nature of humanity that would put somebody on a pedestal be it for looks, talent, money or the sheer romanticism of all he represented all the while waiting for his fall of grace with morbid fanaticism. How all the little people loved living through you, talking, feeling, fucking through you and yet somehow would pay to witness your very execution. They walked about life, with your name on their lips, your picture printed on the rolled up pages of a cheap magazine. They loved with the same force with which they hated, hungry, like a pack of rabid dogs intent on devouring you to satisfy their craving.

…Not him.

Chibi's name spoke of summer and play, of oranges picked ripe from the orchard on the gardens of West Hill. Laughter and pranks that threatened to split your sides as you rolled on the grass letting the blades tickle your nose. It was synonym of a crystal clear creek and its cool water as it flowed past you while you played fantasy Budokai matches. And of white clouds, fluffed up like pieces of cotton flying by as you laid together, side by side on the eve of spring. That was him… that was them, and yet his gleaming pale features kept drifting, further away… little by little, like those clouds they used to watch and name years ago… threatening to fade out of his vision.

His loss was more than evident in the disapproving and bewildered look of his crystal black eyes. In the way he tensed and curled his toes when he saw what he was slowly becoming. A monster? A puppet, the feast of the vermin. A grotty bastard with a penchant for filth. All of the above. He would leave, disappear like the last traces of color before a bitter winter, like the last memories of childhood. And this void, this black hole of utter and complete solitude in the middle of a multitude, it was all he'd have left. He wanted to reach out and hold on to the past, to go back… oh go back. To say it wasn't so, it wasn't…. it was only him and his bitter mouth and his dying heart lashing out at the last uncorrupted thing in his existence. Cut the life support of his terminally ill soul for once and for all.

And this anger… at things having to be this way, at his judgment and yet his seeming concern. Was it love was it hate, would he leave would he stay? He supposed he knew the answer, and it was heavy like a rock sinking inside his chest. But it was his doing, the way his soul had committed suicide and now, well now he guessed his life could go on completely devoid of a conscience.

He smiled to himself, one of those snide expressions that hold no joy or life in them. He let anger and pride swell inside his heart as he contemplated the truth he'd face upon arriving on West City again. His cold barren life away from the heart he'd leave here behind. That fuckin bitch… Marie Anne. Could have been screwing her brains out tonight if only she hadn't turned him into the laughingstock of the nightmare that was Tealton. And just why the hell was his mother making him go there again? Hadn't she been miserable there herself when she was nothing but a teenage kid? Was it a way to perpetrate some sort of punishment to him, like a sick twisted ploy to have another human being suffer the misery she did? And is it true that us humans make the children of our flesh and blood walk our paths and fight our wars hoping they might succeed at what we didn't… is it true? Well momma… I fucking suck at it. I think I've proven that point wholeheartedly a million times. I think I… Holy shit!

Trunks, blew a million bubbles as he saw Goten's face wink at him in the middle of the moonlit water, raven hair swirling about his pale countenance and granting him the image of a beautiful lake spirit. Trunks shook his head, puffing his cheeks when he realized he had been about to swallow huge amounts of water. Gah, my God, couldn't he leave him alone. Couldn't he just let him die in peace? Why did he have to make this so difficult? It was hard enough as it was.

He surfaced, spat and shook his head in slight exasperation hearing the other boy follow. He would have said something right there and then but instead waded his way towards the shore all the while feeling more than a little pissed off at being interrupted in the middle of his bittersweet epiphany. All he could think about was storming inside and snorting some more snow to get through tonight feeling like a happy motherfucker. At this point he didn't need Goten sabotaging that.

"What the hell do you want?" He grumbled, reaching the shore and feeling Goten's presence next to him. Water dripped down Trunk's smooth face, down a plump pair of lips that had been kissed way too many times by all sorts of popular (and not that popular) girls in school. Okay and in the neighborhood, and at West City Country Club, and… well pretty much everywhere. He really had no difficulty getting it on anywhere he went. Goten called it promiscuity, he preferred to call it fun.

Goten approached him, long hair sticking together in a watery mat against his strong wide neck. "You didn't think I'd miss out did you? You were almost challenging me. And come on, you know swimming while high isn't exactly brilliant."

Ah there it was, that stupid concern of his, making him sound a lot preachier than his very own mother. God knew Bulma was a free soul, I mean, the woman went topless in their own pool while smoking like a maniac. Fuck, he had overheard her and his father getting down and dirty so many times he'd been scarred for life. That's the way the Brief's liked to live, so he could go all the way back to Mt. Paoz with his nagging and pissing.

"Well, who said I was brilliant. I still have shit to do out here and you're making it difficult." He said while hoisting his water dripping body out of the lake and landing on the soft cushion of the grass. His biceps moved under the soaked skin of his arms as he folded them behind his head so he could stare at the star studded heavens comfortably.

Goten slid the side of his body against the grass, every little blade grazing his skin and sending pleasurable shivers all over him. His hair hung down over his shoulder as he braced his weight on his hand and hovered over Trunks, blocking his view of the sky. And those black locks, dripping as they were, still heavy with water, tickled Trunks chest making his skin slightly tremulous.

Trunks let himself gaze into his eyes feeling a deep sting inside his stomach. "Go-chan… Go-chan please, just… just go to sleep," He whispered, oddly entranced on the features of his childish face, the perfect complexion of a boy that lived a healthy, guarded life. He wanted him to go, to cut the chord once and for all so he'd let his inner child suffocate and die, yet he wouldn't. He didn't move. His long thick jet black lashes hung low as he examined him, little drops of water trickling down his damp lips and falling unto the other boy's chest. The droplets puddled on the indentations of Trunks muscles sending shivers of anxiety and longing down to his lower belly.

"Why are you here" The older boy said in a small voice. "Why, if you hate me"

Goten only let his eyes run over his exotic features, the warm breeze heightening the sensitivity of their moist bodies. Trunks couldn't quite understand anything. He wanted him to leave, yes to leave and let it all end, except, well… except he actually didn't. "Please, hate me."

Something softened infinitely in Goten's eyes as he watched him lying there, purple locks stuck in disarray against his forehead. Trunks… always an irony, always the master of reversed emotions. He doubted he even knew what he was saying, or understood himself as well as he did. Perhaps it was the effect of the hard non-affectionate figure that was his proud father. Perhaps that was to blame for his inability to say what he truly felt and his need to hide behind a mask of false confidence. Please hate me… Could that be any more contrary to the truth? He thought, looking at the shape of those twitching lips. They often spoke the exact opposite of what he truly longed for.

And just like that Goten felt it. It was there again, this… this squirming in his belly as he let his mind and his eyes wander over the tight perfection that were his pectorals, his broad shoulders and hard muscles. Eyes blue like radiant skies, deep like the sea. Purpureal hair that stuck to a very ripe and full lower lip.

"Trunks… I feel funny." He breathed, in the voice of a five year old child that was regarding something with utter naivety. And that's what he felt like. Almost exactly like that little boy that had run side by side with him across the plains of the mountains, blood rushing through his tiny body. He remembered that feeling of utter joy and excitement and blood pumping wildly as he looked into his friend's eyes in adoration, because he was older, because he was brash. He could have called it love back then … and oh he'd never loved him more right now, every single inch of him, inside out, his brother, his soul mate, as he lay there on a self-destructive trip he didn't want to wake up from. He both hated him and loved him, he cherished him and he needed him. And it hurt like a mother when he insulted him with that vicious tongue. And it felt like every single ounce of his blood was on fire right this second because he wanted… he wanted something else to happen.

Trunks creased his brow a little, still lost inside his eyes. "Get out of the way, chibi" Came his low growl, as he propped the weight of his torso on his forearms. "Please get out…"

Goten's expression changed, he was mortified, toiling with emotions he'd never experienced before. He heard his own voice before he could even stop it, suddenly blabbering words without restraint. "The answer is I like it… even if I hate you right now, I like it."

Trunks raised a beautifully arched eyebrow. What the hell was he talking about?

"Like it?"

Goten simply nodded, moving downwards to lay on his belly and rest the side of his face comfortably against Trunks' abs. "I like it… I like what you make me do."

Trunks lifted both his hands, holding them in mid air as he tensed up, surprised and unable to formulate a coherent thought in the density of his mind. He was unpredictably his little Goten, but today he was so much more than ever. "I choose to be here with you, even if you're a damn asshole." He continued, speaking against his skin, his lips brushing the taut muscles of Trunks perfect six pack.

Trunks could have sworn he felt the very tip of the other boy's tongue touch his skin for a moment as he spoke, and it tickled the extremely sensitive flesh of his stomach. "And you're damn crazy if you think I'll let you sink to the bottom of that lake. You'll have to sink me down with you." He was frowning as he spoke the words, which were coated with harshness, reprimanding Trunks who was still disconcerted over what to do with his hands. He held them above Goten's head, almost touching the satiny threads of black hair, almost ready to sink his fingers in the soft moist locks that covered the side of his face.

"And I didn't want to judge you… I didn't. When I asked you to camp out, I wanted to make you forget… to go back to how we used to be when we were ten, so long ago. I wanted to… I wanted to make you feel good."

Trunks' Adam's apple moved as he swallowed hard, anxiety making his palms acquire the slightest sheen of sweat, his heart pumping faster, almost as fast as when he was on the pinnacle of a drug trip, except the initial effect of the sinful stimulant wasn't responsible for this one. Gods what was this… nerves? Yes… nerves, he was damn nervous. Apprehension was sinking into every pore of his body. This strange sensation of that intimate touch, of skin against skin.

"Good…?"

Goten nodded against his abdomen, his hand beginning to tremble as it smoothened down Trunks lower belly. "Trunks…" He whispered fearfully, something like fright something like nervousness creating a knot in his throat. He sighed and shivered, as if terrified of what was going to happen because he just couldn't understand it, because touching and smelling and tasting all suddenly seemed so, so very… appealing. Yet he didn't know exactly what to do. He didn't have the least idea.

Trunks raised his eyebrows, feeling just a bit of nausea gather in the juncture of his stomach and his esophagus. He leaned back on the grass, arms extended to the sides, heart beating furiously against his chest. His lips quivered. He felt good and felt bad and like he wanted … like he wanted something to happen. And yet he pressed his lips together, brackets of tension forming around their burgundy lushness. But as he felt Goten's weight press into his body he began burying thought and reason. Just a few seconds… a few more of that wrestling between instinct and sanity was all he needed to gather the courage. His whole body was screaming with sensitivity, the very whisper of the warm air against his skin sending him over the edge. No words, no sounds, but they knew, they both knew… like a secret that screamed in silence.

And so he licked his lips fervently before sliding a hand down to wrap fingers around Goten's own and drag them lazily along the tight muscles in his belly.

"Chibi, do you remember when we shoplifted at that gas station store on West City Apple road when you were twelve?" Goten, could feel his eyes dewing, fear ransacking his body mercilessly. He nodded against Trunk's body, clenching his eyes shut. "Do you remember how scared you were, and how you shook violently thinking you just weren't able to go through with it? You wanted that baseball card so badly, and you knew even though you were scared shitless you wouldn't be able to say no, yet you couldn't move a muscle. And then I told you something, I whispered it in your ear… remember what it was?"

Trunks words came as soft caresses, as hushed whispers in the middle of the night, with the distant accompaniment of the crickets and the soft murmur of the woods.

Goten breathed, burying his face deeper against his midsection and entwining his fingers with Trunks'. "Pari passu".

Trunks closed his eyes and relaxed his eyebrows, allowing a tiny smile to stretch his lips. "Yes… pari passu. Moving together." He rolled Goten's fingers between his own slowly beginning to open his legs, bending them so the powerful muscles in his thighs allowed the other boy to be cradled comfortably between them. "And so you did it, you snatched it, grabbed it, snuck out of the joint shoulder to shoulder with me. You were still afraid, you didn't know what was gonna happen. You looked terrified." Trunks chuckled, breathing deeply again, soothing himself with the words. "Your hair was flying to the wind as you ran with me through the night, like the devil was chasing you. And then… then you never once regretted having done what you did, simply because it made you feel, well, it made you feel good."

The tears that were now wetting the rims of Goten's eyes stayed contained, merely coating the luminous black eyes as he opened them. And he smiled; butterflies still flapping inside his stomach, except it was no longer painful. It was much better than that. And so he slid down slowly… very slowly… untangling his fingers from Trunks' and running them south until he smoothed his moist palm over the inner muscle of the other boy's thigh. The fingertips grazed the sensitive skin lazily, sending goosebumps all across it…. making Trunks' belly sink as he inhaled a lungful of air.

"Gote…" He breathed and the world went quiet. He didn't hear the crickets anymore; he didn't hear the soft whisper of the lake. He only heard himself as he issued a very, very long slow moan. Something moist and warm enveloping his penis sweetly, tugging on it, a suction, making even the skin on his scrotum pull up. "oh…" he said, eyes shut and every single inch of his body exploding in pleasure. He didn't want to open his eyes; he didn't want to enter into a cognitive debate. All he wanted was the feel of this tongue as it wrapped around the tip of his pleasure and rubbed against it, the tiny taste buds rough against the sleek satin head that was completely perked up in attention. That hand, with those long fingers moved up and down, a little clumsily, peeling his skin so the hot damp breath enveloped it thoroughly.

His hips moved up, closer to the source of that pleasure as if pleading for more. He had no freaking idea Go-chan could do this kind of thing, he thought in the middle of his daze. Kami, he couldn't have known.

"Do you like it…" Goten said, after a long lazy suck performed by lips that had turned ruby in their task. He opened his mouth wider taking him fully, permitting himself to savor the transparent wetness that oozed in tiny drops off the tip of his virile member.

Trunks swallowed hard again, opening his legs wider and parting his lips to allow a pleasure ridden gasp to escape his throat.

"I've never had a guy's penis in my mouth… I don't know what I'm doing…" Goten said against Trunks' wide shaft, rubbing his cheek with it as if to soothe both their ardent needs. He massaged the tight sack that lay beneath his penis, cupping the balls and squeezing them softly as to not cause any pain. "Tell me Trunks… tell me if you like this." He licked the entire length with his whole tongue, sucking the tip noisily and pulling the foreskin down as south as it'd go.

"Ohh…" He said, while his lungs deflated. Sex with a boy… the last sin. "Yes..." He kept gasping as he raised his head to finally look down his torso at Goten, beautiful dark locks surrounding the pearlescent skin as he devoured him to the hilt. He didn't look like an expert, like the girls who'd swallowed him before. No, he looked like what he was, a first timer, yes, the first time he'd ever experienced what it was to suck off some guy's penis. But he looked pretty, very pretty, savoring like he was tasting candy, licking with a playful wide tongue. "Hmm… Go-chan" He grinned, eyeing his friend with a wicked grin. "You cocksucker."

Goten laughed, glad for the comic relief only someone like Trunks could provide. He could always rely on him to make him feel good about himself, to make him go places he'd never go otherwise. He was freedom and abandonment, adrenaline and color. And feeling gooood, even when he pushed the boundaries and crossed them with room to spare. Even when he was being a bad boy.

"Uhm." Goten knelt and looked at his friend's groin with puzzlement. He was at a loss of what to do next and he also looked very vulnerable, kneeling there stark naked. Drugs still swirled in Trunks blood, giving him the boldness to act upon sweet instinct. "Come here… little cat…" Trunks said, kneeling down in front of his friend and allowing his lips to hover in close proximity to his. "Let me see what I taste like…"

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