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Me, my brother, and his lavender headed friend filed in to the theatre with the rest of the crowd. We got the tickets to the movie, the title of which I had never heard of and made our way into the darkened room. We sat in the darkness with Trunks in the middle. He had chosen the seat himself, and I was not about to complain. Goten seemed intent on the film and took no notice of the placement. As the screen came to life, I was able to relax into my seat. After about ten minutes of previews, the movie came on. I was truly shocked to find that we had come to see a romantic comedy.

At a lull in the middle of the movie, Goten got up to get us all something to eat. That left me alone in the darkness with Trunks. Just moments after my brother disappeared up the aisle; I felt one of those two warm hands come to rest gently on my left knee. The couple on the screen were embroiled in a love scene which had them kissing near a sunset backed lake. I could feel my throat tighten. Fortunately, he would not be able to make out the shade of red my cheeks were turning, thanks to the red light of the screen.

Before I had a chance to react further, he leaned over to me until I could feel his breath hot on my lips. His hand slid up to the inside of my thigh, gently rubbing his fingers over denim that covered hard muscle. In that moment, I lost all of the good judgment and willpower I had left. I closed the slight distance between us and pressed my lips against his. They were as soft as velvet, and if I had the choice, I would have never let him pull away from that tender kiss, but as suddenly as he had come to me, he moved back into his own seat. He only left his hand on my leg as a reminder he was still so near.

Goten returned moments later with popcorn and soda for all of us. Trunks took his hand away and grabbed the offered items, as did I. Once again, I felt the cold of having his warmth taken from me. The strange emptiness: it was like having a part of yourself removed that you never knew you had, but once it was gone, you began to wither and dry up without it. I couldn’t bring myself to eat as we continued to watch the movie. The couple on the screen was drawn apart and then back together, over and over again, as I sat and tried to feign some interest.

The memory of his kiss was burned into my mind. All I could think about was how he felt, tasted, his heat. Age no longer mattered, the rightness or wrongness of it all, only that it was. As the movie came to an end, the lights came up and we began to exit along with the other patrons. In the light, I fought to regain my senses. I tried to convince myself that this was wrong. I tossed the still full containers into the trash as we passed. Once outside we took to the air and, we flew back to our house. It was then I realized that he would probably be spending the night.

I am not made of stone. How it was that I thought I could stay the night in the same house as he, and not give in to my weakness, to those soft lips and delicate hands. Yet, I followed them into the house and made my way upstairs into my room trying to fight down the urges I felt. I managed to get into the shower and as cold water flowed over my flesh, it did not cool the burning I felt. This time I could not conquer my hunger with my own ministrations. The thought of him being in the next room and that I was unable to do anything taunted me. I did not even bother to dry off and collapsed onto my bed in a heap.

A buzzing began in my head as I lay there, and I got up and opened the window to try and cool off even more. I stood there looking out at the peaceful valley below me, letting the chilly breeze caress my wet, naked skin. Finally, when I had begun to shiver, did I feel able to rest. The burning in my blood and the buzzing in my head were now merely faint distractions. The sheets of my bed were inviting and I fell onto them welcoming the release of sleep.