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He didn't want to bother the boy. Boy? Uh--'just destroyed the most ferocious enemy the universe has ever known, and did it like a true saiyan-bad-ass'...probably shouldn't be calling Gohan a 'boy.' Besides, he was a teenager. A sort of small one, but a teenager nonetheless, and he was sitting by himself away from the rest of them, silently trying to deal with the fact that his father had killed himself trying to save them (which was just stupid) and then didn't to be brought back.

Nothing like suicide.

He kept his distance though, flipped the purple hair out of his face and would have very much liked to have pockets to put his hands in, but he didn't, so they hung useless at his side. There really was nothing he could offer the kid as a comfort. He just sort of hoped that being there would signify that he had tried.

Gohan turned and looked at him. Blinked blankly at him and then sighed. "Hi Trunks."

"Hey...Gohan," he said. Oh--Pathetic. No wonder his father wasn't that happy to know he was his son. He was just incredibly pathetic. He looked down at the ground.

Gohan got up, came over to where he was standing and looked around. Seeing if anyone else was around, but they were all already gone. Back to their lives, their homes, their stupid little stupidities, leaving him and Gohan out here alone. The boy ducked down and looked up at him.

"What was it like--being dead?"

"I was stuck in a line until you guys pulled me out. Didn't even get check in." Shrugged.

"Sounds boring."

"It was."

"Then why does my dad want to stay dead?" Gohan demanded. Angrily. Of him. Like Trunks would have the answers and he tried to shrug, but the boy shoved him. Hard enough that he stumbled back.

"Hey!" he said.

But Gohan pushed him again. "You were dead!" he screamed.

"You should know! Is it so great--being dead?! So great you can't come back?!"

There were tears on his face. And his power level (damn impressive level that it was already) was flickering up and down. Gohan had discovered his anger and now he was going to have to learn to control it.

"It's not that," Trunks said.

"Yes it IS!" Gohan shoved him again, hooked his foot behind Trunks' knee and shoved him down. So he hit the ground.

He stared up at the enraged teenager. Saw his hair flicker yellow and thought (not for the first time in ten seconds) that he might be in a little bit of trouble. Maybe sticking around was a bad idea. A very bad idea--

Gohan looked down at him. Stared at him like he was the reason Goku was dead--uh, no--he saved Goku--and then Gohan turned and walked away from him. Just walked away. A bigger insult than pushing the fight any further, so Trunks got to his feet and ran after the other boy, grabbed him by the shoulder. But Gohan turned around and slammed into him. Full impact of a Super Saiyan, fists against his shoulders and he smashed into the ground again, but this time Gohan was on top of him, clawing at him, tears on his face and teeth bared and his legs were on either side of Trunks.

It made him think of sex. Just for the blink of an eye.

"Stop," he said. Stupidly.

"NO!" Gohan shouted. "You wanted this! Dad wanted it! HERE I AM!" he screamed. "SUPER SAIYAN!" Snarled at him. "Isn't it just SUPER?!"

Trunks grabbed the hands that moved to hit and held them around the wrist, felt the burn of ki against his skin and stared at Gohan's face, contorted like that, so angry. And in pain. He tried to sit up by Gohan shoved him back down, let him hold his wrists but didn't let him move.

"Gohan, I didn't want this."

"You all did," Gohan said darkly. "Is my dad proud of me now? Are you? Great Gohan--killed Cell. Super Saiyan two--isn't that what you all want? To be more powerful?"

An evil little smirk on his face and he pulled his hands away from Trunks. Collected energy in them, fast and hot and it burned red not yellow. "Want me to show just how great my power is?"

Dying twice in the same day.

Yeah--that's exactly what he wanted. And if he didn't do something about it damn quick he was going to get just that. He did the only thing he could think of in the moment, sat up, pressed the hands between his chest and Gohan's, and grabbed the other saiyan, by the shoulders, yanked him forward and kissed him. The energy dissipated, fists curled in the spandex blue uniform and Gohan bit his lips. Leaned against him and forced his mouth open.

He'd never been this close to this kind of anger. Not even his own, not even his Gohan's. Not his fathers--nobody had anger like this. And he heard his shirt tear, looked down between them and saw the fists against his skin. Spreading fingers out so palms were flat against him. Gohan murmured something, reached under the spandex, behind his back, dug his fingers into his back and pulled him closer. Worked his mouth, sucked on him, bit him, thrust his tongue into Trunks' mouth. Smaller hips pressed against his and he felt the hardness between the open thighs, against his stomach.

Oh--Perfect.

Gohan pulled back to breath. "Just once," he said. "Just this once."

Trunks nodded. Had no idea what he was agreeing to, but Gohan seemed to be satisfied, pulled him close to the smaller body again, felt the hardness grinding into his stomach and he put his arms around Gohan, one hand in the unruly black hair, the other down, on his ass, pressing closer. And he opened his mouth, accepted the tongue that thrust into him, and licked it back.
Gohan pulled back again, panting this time and pulled on his own clothes, yanked his shirt off, and fumbled with the drawstring of his pants, ripped it and they slipped down. He reached inside and fisted his own erection. Groaned, with his one arm around Trunks and the other between his own thighs.

And he was shaking. Shuddering. Looking down but his eyes were closed, blush spread across his cheekbones and his nose. Arm moving furiously as more little tears ran down his face. He choked on a word, or a groan and his hips started to jerk into his hand. Gohan tried to say something again but his mouth just opened and closed dumbly, he dropped his head down so it was resting on Trunks' shoulder and fucked his own hand harder, faster. Shaking all the time.

He just held on. Until the shaking stilled and he could smell the climax, felt Gohan's breath on his neck and waited. Still holding the boy, and Gohan looked at him again. Kissed him, half kiss, his mouth slid down.

"Trunks," he said, in a husk, a breath that puffed on his skin and made him aware of the throbbing between his own legs. "Its not enough."

He looked down, at the slipping pants. Gohan's erection and he licked his lips. Thought of the other Gohan, and shook his head--shoved that thought out of his mind with all the force he could.

"Okay," he mumbled.

Ran his fingers through the release that was splattered all over Gohan's hand and moved his hand back, between the boy's parted thighs. Pressed his slicked fingers against him, and then into him. Held on as the shaking started again and Gohan spread his legs a little wider, relaxed as he pressed up deeper into his body. Bent his fingers a little and rubbed him right where it felt nice.

"Aw--fuck," Gohan spat. Clutched him with both arms. Quivering muscles everywhere, sweaty and sliding on his partially bare shoulders. He moved his fingers, shallowing, keeping pressure on his prostate. Making the shaking get worse, and then Gohan whined in his ear.

"More," he said. Looked at him. Kami--was the boy really that young?

Innocent and yet the way he looked at him, the shameless way he pushed his pants out of the way, shifted and thrust back on the fingers.

"Fuck me," he said. Leaned forward again, kissed him.

"No," Trunks said, reminded himself why he couldn't. Because Gohan was years younger than him. Because he was upset, because he was taking advantage of him. Because it wouldn't be right. It would hurt, it would just be--wrong.

"Yes," Gohan insisted. His hands pulled the blue uniform down, bared Trunks' erection to the muggy hot air between them, curled his hand around him and pressed his hips forward, driving the fingers deeper into himself. Half-lidded eyes and the little moan.

"Please?" he said.

It was wrong. He'd probably pay for it, but looking at the kid, looking at him like that, he managed to convince himself it was for the best. Moved his fingers out used the rest of Gohan's first orgasm to slick his erection, Gohan got off his lap, shed his pants and sat back down on him, facing away from him.

Trunks pulled him into position, heard the little gasp of breath, and pulled Gohan down on his erection. Had to squeeze his eyes shut and bit his lips as he did it. Fucking tight.

Of course--he was a virgin. And he was smaller. Younger. Gohan fisted his own hair and moaned at him. Groaned and his whole body was glowing now. He was the one shaking by the time he was completely inside, and Gohan looked over his blushing shoulder. Panting as he looked. Swallowed, licked his lips and arched his back, drove himself farther down, and started to move.

Trunks held onto him, loose hands on his hips. Let Gohan set his own pace until he heard the desperate little mewling noise. And Gohan arched his back again, reached behind him and wrapped his arms around Trunks. They stumbled up to their knees, and he held onto the hips as he jerked forward. Gohan swayed against him. Gasped. And he did it again.

Until he was moving faster than he meant to, and harder. Shoving them forward, bruising Gohan. Fucking him for real. Feeling the anger that he had shown, the frustration, the pain, the regret. All those things, and Gohan fell forward, dropped his head down and pounded on the ground as his body spasmed around Trunks.

He didn't stop. Pulled the shorter body back, slapping their hips together. Driving himself deeper into the virgin body. Heat and slick and friction. Painful friction. He bared his teeth and growled as he drove in. Gohan saying nonsense he could hear, exalting him, praising him--whatever.

And then he broke, flooded the kid and held him close as he came. Tasted the sweat on the skin and licked his own lips as he licked the little puddles of sweat from Gohan's back.

They fell apart, Gohan on his side, Trunks on his back. The soiled ground between them.

"Never again," Gohan whispered. "I never want to feel that way again. Not even for my Dad. Not even for Earth."

And then he got to his feet and walked away, picked up his clothes and pulled them on over the bruises. Didn't even turn around or say anything.

Stupid as it was, Trunks watched him leave and felt proud of the kid.

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Gohan: GASP!~
Trunks: *feels so evil*
Goten: Perv!
Trunks: *I'm* the perv?!