Sleeping With The Past
by Saiyajin Raven 69     More by this Writer
Mirai Trunks returns to the past to wish himself to Vejiitasei for a day, to experience life on the planet for himself. He arrives on the night of the full moon, and becomes involved in a Saiyajin mating ritual.

The story continues when he returns, intent on making Goten his mate.



Chapter 04
The black clouds overhead were clearing as the Eternal Dragon disappeared, separating the seven glowing orange balls to be scattered across the Earth. Goku would once again have to gather them all to be kept until the need for them arose again, Mirai having used only two of three wishes.

Having seen the tell tale signs of the dragon's summoning, Gohan and Trunks, the only members of the Z-Senshi within hundreds of miles, touched down simultaneously outside the Son household. Gohan's suit jacket was askew, hanging off of one shoulder due to the force of the wind during his flight from the University in West City. Trunks' clothing was in similar disarray, having flown from his office at Capsule Corp.

They ran around the back of the house, to find a shirtless Goten rocking a naked, unconscious man. When they looked closely, they noticed the lifeless tail draped over Goten's knee, and were shocked when they realized that the man was Saiyajin, and bore resemblance to Vegeta. When he sensed their presence, Goten whipped his head up and frantically shouted, "I need a senzu bean! Go in Dad's room, and get me one!" with tears coursing down his face.

Gohan nodded quickly, before disappearing through the back door of the domed house. "What happened to my father?" Trunks yelled, as he ran to the pair on the ground. "That's not him! Who is that, Goten? Did you wish back a dead Saiyajin, you baka?"

Goten paid no attention to the shouting lavender haired demi-Saiyajin, his concentration was focused solely on the form in his arms. He pressed his face against Mirai's clammy cheek, his curiosity about the engraved golden band circling his forehead pushed down by his concern for the Saiyajin's well being. His emotions were in turmoil; the shock of seeing a beautiful, smiling warrior in full armor one moment, then the same man beaten, bruised, naked and unconscious the next was bewildering.

Gohan returned from the house with a senzu bean, and a large green blanket. He rushed to his brother, and knelt beside him, covering the naked man in his arms with the blanket, before shaking Goten's shoulder to gain his attention. "Here's the senzu, Goten."

Goten snapped his head around to look at Gohan with frightened eyes. "He's unconscious! He can't chew the bean, what do we do?"

"You've got to pulverize it, and put it as far back in his mouth as you can. Break it up with your teeth."

"Ok." Goten popped the bean into his own mouth, chewing on it gingerly to crush it, while being careful not to ingest any himself. He swept the small pieces from between his teeth with one finger, as Gohan held the unconscious man's mouth open. Goten put the small particles of the healing bean onto the back of Mirai's tongue, and pressed his jaw closed once he had retreated.

All three demi-Saiyajins sat holding their breath, as they watched the scratches on the wounded man's face heal. Finally, the black eyes opened slightly, slowly focusing on the face of the distraught young man who was cradling him. A small smile spread across his face, as he spoke in a raspy voice. "Goten. Thank Kami, it's you." His eyes drifted closed again for just a moment, then reopened to notice the tears rolling down the face above him. "Don't cry, Goten, I'm ok. Just tired." he spoke, as he lifted a hand from under the blanket to brush against Goten's wet cheek.

Goten was oblivious to the other two demi-Saiyans beside him, his concentration was focused on the young man in his arms, as he leaned down to kiss him deeply. Mirai's hand slipped around to the back of Goten's head, entangling his fingers through the soft black hair, as he purred deep in his chest, enthusiastically returning the kiss.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Goten?" Trunks roared, as he grabbed the younger demi-Saiyajin by the shoulders, wrenching him away from the man in his arms. "Explain yourself! Who is that, and why the fuck are you kissing him?" He shook Goten by the shoulders, his blue eyes flashing in anger at the display between his boyfriend and the Saiyajin stranger.

Goten blinked at Trunks, finally recognizing that he and Mirai were not alone. His gaze swept over to his older brother, sitting on his heels on his opposite side with an expectant expression on his face. "Goten, what happened? Who is this?" Gohan questioned softly, not wanting to upset his brother any further.

"Hey Gohan…Trunks." Mirai nodded to both of them. "This must look kinda weird, huh?"

Trunks' irate expression turned to one of confusion, as he squinted to look closer at the Saiyajin. "For the last time, who are you? How do you know us?"

"It's me…Mirai Trunks."

Gohan and Trunks looked at each other in shock, then back at Mirai who was sitting up, wrapping the blanket around his waist. "I came back to make a wish on the dragon balls," he explained. "I wished to become a full blooded Saiyajin, and go back to Vejiitasei for a day, and…umm…I'm back."

Gohan rose to his feet, brushing grass from his trousers. "Wow! Mirai, it's been too long! It's great to see you, even if I didn't recognize you!" He scratched the back of his neck, displaying the smile that his father had made the Son trademark. "I'm glad everything is ok, and I'd love to hear what happened, but I've really got to get back to work. Will you be around much longer?"

"Yeah, my wish to be full blooded lasts until tomorrow, so I guess I'll pretty much have to stay until then. I don't know what would happen if I went back to my time like this." He ran his fingers through his long black spikes, pulling them in front of his face to look at the dark strands. "It takes awhile to get used to this hair. Not to mention the tail!" He grinned as it snaked out from under the blanket, and twitched around in the air.

The Son brothers laughed at the furry appendage swishing behind the grinning Mirai, but Trunks sat back with a deep scowl on his face, watching angrily as his future self leaned against his boyfriend.

"Well, I hate to break up this cuddly scene, but you'd better put some clothes on." He said pointedly at Mirai.

Goten and Mirai guiltily pulled away from each other, both gazing at the ground. Gohan cleared his throat nervously; the anger rolling off of Trunks was tangible, and he really didn't want to leave the scene when it was possible that a fight could break out between the two versions of Trunks. "Yeah, Mirai, I'm sure Goten or Dad would have something you could put on. I bet you'd like a shower, too."

"Oh, yeah. I could definitely use a shower." Mirai agreed, crinkling up his nose.

Gohan turned to Trunks, pulling him away from the two on the ground. "Are you ok, Trunks?"

Trunks kept his narrowed eyes on the pair as Goten helped Mirai to his feet, and walked him toward the small Son dwelling. "I don't trust him. You can see that he wants Goten, and I'm not going to let him have him."

"You don't know that, Trunks. He obviously just went through a bad experience; he probably welcomed the comfort that Goten offered him."

"Then how the fuck do you explain that kiss, huh? That didn't look like "comfort" to me!" Trunks turned on Gohan, his eyes flashing furiously.

"Trunks, get a hold of yourself." Gohan put his hands on Trunks' shoulders in an effort to calm him. "You don't know what any of that was about, so don't jump to conclusions. You've been Goten's best friend since you were babies, and I know you're together now. I can't see him doing anything to deliberately hurt you."

"You're right, Gohan." Trunks sighed, visibly relaxing after a moment of thinking over the comments made by the older demi-Saiyajin. "I don't have to be back at work until 1:15, so I'm going to stick around for awhile, I think. I want to make sure what Mirai's intentions are, one way or the other."

"Ok, I do have to get back to work, but I want to go in and say goodbye, first."

The demi-Saiyajins went inside to find Goten sitting alone at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of steaming tea. Trunks pulled out a chair next to his boyfriend, and spun it around to straddle the back. Gohan stepped behind his little brother, putting his hand on the younger man's bare shoulder reassuringly.

"I've got to get back to school, and I'm afraid I've got classes all night. Is it alright if I come over tomorrow morning? I'd like to hear about Mirai's adventure."

"Sure, Gohan! I'm assuming he'll be staying here tonight." Goten replied, looking up at his brother, not noticing the angry glare directed at him from the lavender haired young man next to him.

"Yeah, I don't think I want anyone else to see me until I'm back to normal, so if Goten doesn't mind, I'd like to stay here." Mirai said, stepping into the room. He stood next to the table wearing Goku's blue gi with a white sash around his waist, his fully Saiyajin body filling it out perfectly. The youngest demi-Saiyajin fought to keep his jaw from dropping open as he stared at the vision before him. Mirai's long black hair was still slightly damp, and was clinging to his wide shoulders, making them appear even broader. The shower had obviously done wonders for him, his black eyes sparkled brightly, and his smile was once again wide and friendly. Goten couldn't help but give Mirai his most radiant smile, his face lit up with happiness.

A low, possessive growl rumbled in Trunks' throat, unnoticed by all but Gohan, who clapped his hand on the younger man's shoulder. Trunks glared up at him, meeting the sympathetic dark eyes just before Gohan leaned over to speak softly in his ear, so that the others couldn't hear him. "Reel it in, Trunks, it'll be ok. Try to keep your temper in check. I don't want to have to come back out here to break up a brawl. You have to remember that Mirai is only here for a short while; he will be going back to his time, and Goten will still be here with you." He rubbed Trunks' shoulder in a soothing manner. "You've gotta remember that none of us would be here if it weren't for him…you wouldn't have even been born. Cut him some slack." He straightened, and stood to leave.

"Ok, guys, take it easy! I'll see you in the morning!" Gohan chirped, as he moved toward the door.

The others said their goodbyes to the eldest, thanking him for coming before he took to the sky, headed back to his mundane position as history professor at the University. He was actually grateful for the interruption of his day; it wasn't often that he got to see his brother or Trunks anymore, and it was always a thrill to see Mirai. Without his intervention, none of them would be alive today. They all owed him so much, and Gohan had always been in awe of him.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't blame Trunks for being jealous; Mirai was beautiful in either form, and Gohan knew that Goten wasn't truly happy with Trunks, although he didn't know the details of their relationship. He decided to keep tabs on all three ki levels for the rest of the day, just in case he would be needed to mediate a war over his brother's affections.

Mirai sat down comfortably at the kitchen table, reaching for the pot of tea in the center, pouring himself a cup before settling back in his chair with one ankle resting casually on the opposite knee.

"So what happened, Mirai? Why did you come back in such a terrible state? Did you get involved in a war or something? Was it Frieza? Did you see Vegeta? What was he like?" Goten was bubbling over with curiosity, dying for an explanation as to what had occurred while Mirai was on Vejiitasei.

"Whoa! Slow down!" Mirai chuckled, before he let his mind dwell on the events of the past day, his expression growing serious. "I did get to see my father, from a distance, for a few minutes. He was so young…maybe about five years old or so. The reason I came back so beaten up is that I arrived on the night of the full moon, and was forced to take part in some barbaric mating ritual."

Goten gulped, his eyes narrowing. "Mating ritual? You mean you mated with a Saiyajin?"

Mirai proceeded to explain his ordeal over the next hour to his captive audience. He explained the meaning of the golden circlet that he'd been wearing, told them all about the warrior who'd wanted to claim him as his mate, and described what he saw of the planet and the palace. He recounted to them the meaning of the full moon, and what he knew of the ritual. He explained how the elites and royals would hunt the weak, and how those who wanted to be mated thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of the chase. He told them how he fought with everything in his power to keep the warrior from claiming him, although he wasn't fully certain what the ramifications of being claimed were. Without relating the embarrassing details, he relayed to them the events that led up to the battered state that he had been in when he returned.

Goten sat silently as he spilled out his tale, trying futilely to squash his feelings of jealousy over the brief relationship between Mirai and the unknown Saiyajin warrior.

"That's it." Mirai concluded. "I don't think I could have been sent back at a worse time. Had it been war, I would have just fought with no problem; I'm a super Saiyajin for Kami's sake. The influence of the moon was so strong, though, that there was no way I could have fought my own instincts. As much as I wanted to fight against what was happening, as determined as I was in my heart and my mind that I wanted nothing to do with the hunt, I couldn't fight the effects that the moon had on me. It was like the blood in my veins had all become nothing but a mixture of adrenaline and testosterone, and my body responded." He glanced apologetically at Goten, before looking back into his teacup. "Really, I was fortunate to have met Bardock when I did, I guess. I could have been free game, which would have been much worse. He really didn't mean to hurt me, but when I fought him, he fought back. Another Saiyajin could have been much more brutal."

"His name was Bardock?" Goten's eyes widened in astonishment. "That's my grandfather's name, Dad's real father! What did he look like?"

Mirai looked at Goten, with a shocked expression on his face. "He looked exactly like Goku, just with a scar on his face! I'd be willing to bet anything that he was Goku's father."

"Oh my Kami! You were just screwed by my Grandpa! Does that make you my step-grandfather?" Goten laughed uneasily at the ridiculous thought.

Mirai smiled sadly, looking into his empty tea cup. "I don't think so, Goten. I feel really guilty about the whole thing. Bardock was a really nice guy, and he had made up his mind that he was going to make me his mate. I did everything I could to avoid him, but he was just too insistent that I would be his. Thankfully, he didn't claim me. At least I don't think he did. He said something about `marking' me, but other than the gold headband, I don't think he did anything else that would signify us being mated. I don't see any tattoos or anything."

Trunks snorted. "He wouldn't give you a tattoo to claim you, baka. Mates mark each other by biting one another's necks, leaving a scar that tells all other Saiyajins that the person has been mated. It's a sacred thing; no Saiyajin would ever dare to touch another that had been claimed."

"Really? Is that all there is to it? They just bite each other, and they're basically married?" Mirai looked at Trunks with wide black eyes.

"No. Father explained the whole thing to me once. Even he got all mushy about it…as mushy as Vegeta gets, at least. It's very special, the entire ritual. Mating didn't have to be done with the full moon; it was just more thrilling to do it on that night because of the heightened hormone levels. Although, like you said, the ritual is very brutal, and the elite abused their power over the weaker subjects, the vast majority of Saiyajins were sentimental about the entire thing. Believe it or not, they did fall in love, even though we think of the Saiyajins as being barbaric. When they did, they claimed one another with the bite right here," he motioned to the juncture of his own neck and shoulder, "and when the blood was shared, it created an unbreakable bond between the mates. It's like they became one soul, Father said; they were joined forever, mentally and emotionally. When one mate died, the other died soon after, they were that linked."

Trunks' nerves had settled while Mirai had relayed his experience to them, but his ire was raised once again when he saw the look that passed between Mirai and Goten. They each looked longingly at the other, their eyes locking across the table. Trunks stood abruptly, his chair being knocked to the floor with his quick movement, breaking the stare between the two still seated.

"Don't you get any ideas about claiming Goten, Mirai! I see the way you look at him! He's mine, and I won't let you take him away from me!" Trunks snarled at his future self.

Mirai stood, facing Trunks, his own calm demeanor having been replaced with anger. "Do you actually think you deserve him, Trunks? He told me all about the way you treat him, and let me tell you, you aren't worthy of Goten!" He snarled at his other self. "Do you even realize how worthless you make him feel, you selfish bastard? Have you ever considered his feelings at all?"

Trunks stood with his fists clenched, his ki level rising swiftly as he glared at the Saiyajin. "You don't even know anything about him, Mirai! You're from another time; you didn't grow up with him, like I did! You've never done battle next to him; you've never fused into one person with him! He belongs to me, and I will not allow you to make any attempt to steal him!"

Mirai's ki rose quickly, meeting and surpassing Trunks' energy, his dark tail was slicing angrily through the air behind him. "Who do you think you are, trying to tell me what I can and can't do? Making assumptions about my intentions? Maybe I did come back to this time for Goten, and if he will have me, there's nothing you can do to stop it!"

Trunks coiled his muscles, preparing to leap across the table at Mirai, but Goten flung his arms around his chest from behind, flaring his own ki in an attempt to hold him still. "Stop it, you two!" He shrieked. "Don't do this! Please!"

Mirai stepped back, stricken by the panic in Goten's voice. "Ok, Goten, we won't fight. It's alright." He leveled out his power, slowly decreasing it, although not letting his guard down, his eyes never leaving Trunks.

"The hell we won't!" Trunks struggled in Goten's arms, his eyes shooting daggers at Mirai. "Let go of me, baka!"

"No! Calm down, Trunks! No one is claiming anyone!" Goten shouted, tightening his arms around the raging demi-Saiyajin. "I don't want Gohan to think he has to come back! Kami, if my mom were alive she'd hit you with her frying pan if she thought you were going to fight in her kitchen!"

Trunks stopped struggling, but sneered at the Saiyajin standing across the table from him. "This isn't over. I have to get back to work, but I will be back as soon as I can. Keep your hands off of him, Mirai. He's not yours to take." He shrugged out of Goten's arms, forcing the younger demi-Saiyajin to stumble backward, and turned toward the door. "He's mine, don't you forget that." Slamming the door behind him, he took off into the air.

Goten stared at the door, his expression blank, as Mirai walked around the table to stand beside him, placing his hand on Goten's shoulder. The demi-Saiyajin sighed, and laid his cheek on the hand briefly. "You know, when we were kids, I was always jealous that he had so many toys. Who would have known that when we grew up, I'd just become another one of them?" He sighed again, and turned to face Mirai. "I'm nothing more than a possession to him. I'm just something to play with when he feels like it, and ignore when he doesn't."

"I'm so sorry, Goten. You don't deserve to be treated that way. You deserve to be loved and cherished."

"Did you notice he didn't even say goodbye? He didn't even look at me before he left. All he cared about was protecting his `property' from you. He makes it really hard not to hate him." Goten's gaze drifted around the small, tidy kitchen, before returning to settle on Mirai. "Did you mean what you said?"

"Which part?"

"That you came back here for me. Was that true, or were you just trying to make him mad?"

"I meant that, Goten. If you want to know the truth, I've been watching you for a long time. Every time I came back here, you'd steal a little bit more of my heart. I planned the points in time that I returned so that I would hit different milestones in your life. I knew I'd be missing so much, since I could only stay for short bits of time, but I tried to be here as often as possible, to see you grow up."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. It's been 12 years in your time since we first met, but it's only been four years for me, since I can program the time machine to take me to any place in time that I want. That first time I saw you, when you were seven, you and Trunks were inseparable. I was jealous of him for having such a close friend, when I grew up without any. I didn't have a Goten in my time, and I resented my eight year old alternate for having you. I guess I've been jealous of Trunks for a long time, since he had you in his life, and I didn't."

He raised his hand from Goten's shoulder and cupped his jaw, gently stroking his cheek. "Of course it wasn't until the past couple of years that I thought of you as more than just the best friend that I never had. When I started seeing you as a teenager, that's when my feelings started developing. When you told me yesterday that you liked guys…well, I can't even tell you how happy that made me. When you let me kiss you…it was all my dreams coming true."

Goten could only stare into the black eyes shining down at him. The sincerity and affection he saw in them took his breath away. All his life, Goten had never felt that anyone truly loved him, aside from his brother, the one constant in his life. His father was never around, and he was only second best in his mother's eyes. ChiChi always thought of him as too much like Goku, and not enough like the perfect son that she had in Gohan; and Trunks…well, he didn't even want to think about him. To see the emotions sparkling in those deep, dark eyes above him was overpowering. He was speechless, caught in Mirai's gaze.

Mirai leaned down, and gently kissed Goten's parted lips, before drawing him into his embrace. "I love you, Goten." He murmured into the spiky black hair, pressing his cheek against the top of his head.

The younger man stiffened in his arms, then pulled back to look Mirai in the face. "Say that again?" he asked softly.

"I love you, Goten. I'd be lying if I told you that I came back only for the dragon balls; I fully intended to seduce you. I came back now, knowing that you would be old enough, and had I found out that you weren't gay, I would have used all three wishes."

He released the younger man, and pulled out the chair that Trunks had been sitting in, sinking into it gracefully, while motioning for the younger man to return to his own chair. When he was seated, Mirai took both of Goten's hands in his own, and looked earnestly into his eyes. "When you couldn't look at me, it absolutely broke my heart; I was devastated. That's why I wished to keep this form for 48 hours, rather than just the 24 that I'd be on Vejiitasei. I wanted to have the opportunity for you to get to know me, without the distractions of the purple hair and blue eyes that you relate to Trunks. I'm not him." He paused for a moment, and chuckled. "Ok, I am, but I'm not like him at all."

"No, you're not." Goten gave him a small grin. "I'm really sorry about earlier, it was unfair to you. I was judging you based on your looks, comparing you to him. That was wrong."

"No, don't worry about it, I understand. It would have to be confusing." Mirai smiled sympathetically. "To be honest, when I first realized that I had feelings for you, I almost had myself convinced that it was because of your resemblance to my master, Gohan. Then I realized that if I were trying to replace the Gohan of my time, it would be your brother that I'd be hot for. You do resemble him, but you are so very different. I just want you to realize that although I look like Trunks, there are major differences between us."

"That's more than obvious." Goten smiled sadly. "Changing the subject…you know one thing that's eating at me is that he's known about this Saiyajin mating thing all along, the way it links two souls, but he's never said a word about it to me. He has no desire to have a true relationship…not with me, anyway. I'm a possession, not a partner. I'm just his fuck toy, not his mate."

Mirai stared into Goten's eyes seriously, shaking his head slightly. "He's a fool. How he can he look at you, and not realize that he's the luckiest guy in the whole damn universe to have you is beyond me. You're so beautiful, Goten, and not just on the outside. You brighten a room the minute you walk into it. Your laughter is like music; your smile is brighter than the sun. Your eyes sparkle like a night sky filled with stars." His gaze drifted lower. "Your mouth…" he sighed, as his right hand lifted to lightly run two fingers over Goten's bottom lip. "How can he not want to dive in and devour that delicious mouth, and never come up for air again?" He moaned as he saw the tip of the pink tongue tentatively reach out, tasting his slowly moving fingers, causing a shiver of desire to race down his back.

He swept his gaze back up to meet Goten's wide eyes. "I know when I change back, it will be hard for you to look at me without seeing him, but I can dye my hair black, and get dark contacts. Hell, I'll have plastic surgery to completely change my looks if you want me to, I'll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable. I've learned what this different ki feels like! I can even train myself to mimic it, so that I don't feel like him!"

He lifted his hands to hold Goten's face between them, his voice trembled, and he fought to contain his desperation. "I promise you that I'll devote the rest of my life to making you happy; I'll be your slave, Goten." Mirai whispered, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. "Just love me. Please…love me."

The young demi-Saiyajin found that he couldn't speak due to the lump in his throat, as he stared at the man baring his heart to him. He could only nod his head wordlessly, hoping that his eyes would convey what he felt in his heart. Just a few short hours before, he was sitting alone, his mind consumed with the thought that he was destined to be unloved, caught in an unhappy relationship for the rest of his life. Now, here was a wonderful, beautiful, caring man…another demi-Saiyajin… standing before him, professing his love for him…it was simply overwhelming.

He could only manage a soft whimper before he raised himself on his toes, winding his arms around Mirai's neck, and bringing them together with a deep, searching kiss. He pressed his tongue between Mirai's soft lips, entering his warmth, tasting the intoxicating flavor of his mouth, drinking him in. Soon, the slow, gentle kiss became more impassioned, as Mirai hungrily sought out Goten's tongue with his own, sliding and whirling them against one another.

Both were swiftly engulfed in the flames of their desire, their hands moving wildly over one another's bodies as they kissed fervently. They broke apart after long heated moments, both gasping for air. "Let me show you how much I love you, Goten." Mirai panted, as his hands dropped to the waistband of Goten's jeans, timidly caressing the warm skin just above the denim as his eyes pleaded with the demi-Saiyajin to let him go further.

Goten's eyes slid closed as his head lolled back. "Oh Kami, yesss!" he hissed through his teeth. His head snapped forward, his eyelids heavy with desire lifted to gaze at the beauty before him. "Let's go up to my room." He whispered huskily, taking Mirai by the hand and leading him up the stairs.

When they reached the small bedroom, Goten pulled Mirai through the entry, shutting the door behind them, and led him to the large bed. Mirai's nimble fingers hurriedly unfastened the button and zipper on the faded blue jeans, and swiftly removed them, taking the underwear with them. The younger man toed off his tennis shoes, and kicked the jeans from his feet, before reaching for the sash around the Saiyajin's waist. "Please, Goten, not yet." Mirai said huskily. "I want to worship your body, first; then you can do whatever you want with me. I want to prove to you my love. I want to make you happy."

He kissed his lover once more, before he swept him off of his feet, laying him down softly on the mattress. Mirai began trailing his hot mouth over every inch of Goten's flesh, beginning at his neck, working across his shoulder, then downwards. As he traveled, he captured an erect nipple between his teeth, lightly biting at the hardened nub, and causing the man below him to twist his upper body in blissful abandon, a choked cry escaping his throat, and his hands fisting the dark comforter below him.

The Saiyajin moved across the younger man's chest, laving every inch of skin with the flat of his tongue, pulling back occasionally to blow lightly over the moist flesh, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He drifted lower, his hands caressing the silken skin with reverence, gliding over the tanned body as if it were the most precious treasure on Earth, as his mouth made its way to its prize. All the while the Saiyajin's satiny tail stroked and coiled around Goten's legs, teasing and tickling the sensitive flesh behind his knees.

Goten couldn't hold back the cry of his lover's name when the fiery mouth engulfed his hardened length, and began a swift rhythm of suckling and licking at the softest of skin. The new experience infused his senses with rapturous pleasure, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to maintain his control much longer. His body squirmed and contorted as he was brought to the pinnacle of bliss, pulsating and quivering beneath the ministrations of his beautiful lover. Abruptly, the scorching mouth was withdrawn from his straining arousal, and he moaned loudly in disappointment as it left him.

When he opened his eyes, Mirai was standing next to the bed naked, having hastily removed his own clothing. He crawled onto the bed, and hovered over Goten, their bodies just barely touching, as he lowered his mouth to Goten's ear, nipping at his lobe. He moved his lower half so that their erections brushed lightly together, making the young man below him shudder at the sudden ecstasy. He released the earlobe from between his teeth, and whispered, "Take me, Goten. I need to feel you inside me."

Goten closed his eyes, moaning as the meaning of the words washed over his senses. "I've never done it before, Mirai. I've always been on the bottom."

"Then it's about time you were on top." Mirai said, as he rolled so that Goten lay above him. He wrapped his long, muscular legs around the younger man, urging him toward his entrance. "Just follow your instincts; your body will know what to do. I want to feel you as a part of me. I need you so desperately; I want you more than you could ever know." He pulled the demi-Saiyajin down into a searing, hungry kiss, bringing their bodies as close together as he could, their erections painfully pressed between them. "I love you so much, Goten. Please, make love to me."

His hand maneuvered between their bodies, as Goten lifted off of him slightly, and he grasped the younger man's saliva slicked desire, guiding it toward his opening. "Now, Goten, do it! I need you now!" he pleaded in a husky voice, as he raised his hips to meet his lover's. He let out a long moan as he was slowly impaled on the rigid member.

The demi-Saiyajin answered with a low moan of his own, as the tight flesh enveloped him, drawing him into its heat. He sank his entire length into that torrid channel, grinding his teeth to keep his hold on sanity, and to keep from releasing himself right then and there. He began moving his hips tentatively, subtly gyrating against his lover's body to allow them both to acclimate to the intensity of the sensations that they were feeling.

Soon, he began slowly withdrawing from Mirai's body, to move back in with a forceful thrust. Mirai screamed as Goten hit against the bundle of nerves deep within him, making every cell of his body tingle with erotic pleasure. The sounds coming from the older Saiyajin drove Goten to move faster and harder, striking that same spot over and over, as the body below him writhed and bucked against him, his voice growing raw from exclaiming his ecstasy.

Goten's voice joined Mirai's as he loudly repeated his lover's name like a mantra, until he felt Mirai's molten fluid shoot forth between their bodies. He finally let go of his own control, slamming into the older man roughly, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing with their screams throughout the room. With a final roar, Goten's climax rolled over him, every muscle in his body tensing, every synapse in his brain firing at once, as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

A third voice joined those of the lovers, as the door to the bedroom was shattered by a blonde haired, green eyed Trunks.



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