Dead Time
"How long do you figure we're going to be dead this time?" Trunks asked. "I've got to get back to Capsu--"
"Trunks," Goten interjected, "Capsule Corp is a crater right now. I'm pretty sure nothing else will go wrong until we get back."
He sighed. Stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back. Looked up at the sky, the non-sky really, since they were dead and they had been dead long enough to make it through the whole line to get to King Yemma. They were officially checked in to being dead.
"This sucks."
"What sucks is that its only your dad and Gohan left alive."
"Why does that suck? Gohan and my Dad can handle anything... I hope. And-- ...you know. My Mom's alive too."
He look concerned now though, and he jerked his head around back and forth, looking for something or someone to get directions to somewhere (all in all--Goten had very little concern for all these some-whatevers. He was dead. He could afford to relax.)
Trunks wandered away, wandered back and pulled him to his feet. "Come on."
That is how they ended up in HFIL. In front of a huge projection screen watching his older brother fight one of the ugliest spiked, green-yellow-orange monsters he had ever seen. And when he got killed this time it actually had hurt unlike the previous death (one for which he had been unconscious.) Trunks was dead too because they were Gotenks when all this happened, but during the damn long wait they had come unfused.
"Goten--this doesn't look so good." Trunks looked very concerned. Which made him look damn adorable. With the narrowing of his eyes and the white teeth on his lip. His clothes were ripped, so his neck and his shoulder were bare and he traced a line down from the mouth to his chest and entertained many happy thoughts on the matter of catching Trunks off guard and stripping him naked. (Never mind the crowd of assembled badies.)
"Are you even paying attention?"
"Sure."
"Goten!"
"Hm?"
"You must be another one of Kakarot's brats." And when he leaned his head back (since he was sitting again) he found himself looking at a rather tall Saiyan with damn long hair and arms crossed over his impressive chest. He looked a tad bit more like Vegeta than his father, but he recognized him anyway. Just by the scowl.
"And if I am?" Goten inquired. Leaning back like this gave him an upside down view of the man's face by he had the added bonus of being able to look straight up his armor. Where the spandex-tight underwear-type-thing he was wearing left little to the imagination.
Trunks was damn easy to pervert if you tickled him the right way, and they were dead--and Radditz was dead--and opportunities like this just didn't present themselves that often...
"Goten," Trunks said. In that admonishing way. Like he was actually going to convince him not to do something that he had already decided he was going to do. "The world is in danger."
"And we're dead," Goten reminded him, rolled onto his stomach, got to his knees and looked up at Radditz.
"Well?"
By this time, Radditz must have realized what all the Goten-grinning was about because he had a lecherous type grin on his face too. Trunks, off to the side of him, cast one last look at the screen, sighed, and then turned his attention to the two of them.
"Whatever you've got planned--we're not doing it here. I draw the line at crowds."
And thus they followed Radditz away from the projection screen to something that had to have constituted a house. It had walls. It had a door and inside there was something that resembled a mattress. (It appeared to be a stack of pillows held together with a large sheet.)
"Goten," Trunks said from behind him, looking over his shoulder as the door closed behind him. "Isn't this your uncle?"
"Yup. My evil uncle."
"Evil?" Radditz asked. And he seemed amused by this. Arrogant and amused, a good combination on his face, especially with how big he was. And burly and evil-looking. With all that hair.
"You did kidnap my brother and try to kill my father," Goten pointed out.
"And yet we are here to have sex with him," Trunks said from behind him and crossed his arms over his chest to proceeded to pout about it all. Like it was such a big deal for him to have sex with a complete dead stranger.
"You didn't object when we had Gohan. In fact, I remember you being rather enthusiastic."
"He was alive."
"So were we." Then he turned back to Radditz and flashed him a horny grin--the sort of grin that a full-blooded Saiyan could probably appreciate--
"Could you help me out here?" Which gave Trunks just enough time to relax a tiny bit and that was a stupid mistake because the second his muscles loosened even a tiny little bit, Goten attacked him, tossing him to the ground and wiggling his fingers between the khaki-clad thighs. Up inside his shorts against the white skin and he tickled him.
Mercilessly.
"Goten!" Trunks shrieked and wriggled and writhed and pounded on his shoulders, pulled his hair. Cackled and threw his head back, laughing until tears were running down his face and he was sucking in breath between gales of laughter, trying to beat him off and stay pissed and failing on both accounts.
"Fine! Fine!"
And the tickling stopped, he slid his hands down, pressed them against the insides of the blushing pink knees, leaned over his boyfriend and smiled at him. Radditz was watching them--amused by them (And now far more interested in their horniness than he was previously.)
"Top or bottom?"
Trunks looked over at his uncle. Which allowed Goten room to suck on his neck. And he considered his placement in their newest pornographic adventures and worked on getting Goten's clothes loosened.
When he had weighed every possible pro and con of the situation, analyzed the outcome and all that scientific and logical bullshit--he turned back to Goten, curled his fist in his black hair, pulled his face up, kissed him once and said: "Bottom." Then pulled Goten's shirt off.
And thusly, he moved away, finished stripping, Trunks wiggled out of his clothes (retrieved the lube from the deep pockets of his shorts) and they turned and faced Radditz who looked almost like he was hiding in the corner while he drooled over their naked and horniness.
"Uh--" Goten started.
"Works better if your naked," Trunks finished from the floor.
"Need help?" Goten asked.
Radditz gave him a glare. "No."
"Sure?" And Trunks looked bored. (Trunks had a short attention span, he almost always looked bored.) So he busied himself with opening the lube and showed off his considerable ability to make the adult male saiyan loose his ability to think by pulling his legs up until his knees touched his shoulders. Toyed with his own erection. --Completely unconcerned with the fellow occupants of the house.
"Wow," Radditz murmured.
"That's not even the half of it," Goten assured him. "But hey--if you don't want any. I can definitely take your place..."
And lookie, lookie, Radditz finally moved out of his corner and stripped. Leaving him naked, and Trunks looked up at him (at one specific part of him) and licked his lips.
"Well don't stop now," Goten said. And pushed him closer to Trunks. His boyfriend took over after that, tripping the taller saiyan so he fell, and landed nicely right on top of Trunks. Almost in the exact place that he needed to be.
The kissing first (since Trunks had this real thing about kissing) and then Radditz hands digging into Trunks' thighs and the long legs wrapping around the thick chest, white hands in long black hair. Hisses and grunts and Radditz moved up Trunks' body, pressing his hips in the right place--grinding them together. Little whimpers and moans and Radditz tail lashing back and forth in the air happily.
"Come on," Trunks growled. Adjusted himself under Radditz, one hand lost between them and then he rolled his shoulders back, arched and Radditz flexed his hips, driving in. His boyfriend's blue eyes looking right at him, narrowed, mouth open--look at that pretty fucking blush on his face. Trapped like that under Radditz, and one hand reaching out for him, palm sweaty. Fingers spread.
Radditz growled as he moved and Trunks let him do what he wanted, watched Goten watching him and blushed red on his cheeks, his neck--his bare shoulder was bruised from Radditz' mouth and the bigger Saiyan was sucking on his collarbone now, growling into the soft white skin--tasting the salt on him. Feeling the slick side and the heat and the grip of Trunks' body. But it was the face that got Goten every time. That look in his eyes as he looked at him and wanted him.
"Get busy," Trunks told him between thrusts and fisted his hands in the long black mane, pulled it hard and tightened his legs around the thrusting body, stilling it in place and Radditz was sucking on his face again.
Far be it for him to deny his boyfriend his demands. He scooped up the abandoned lube and coated his hand, his erection and knelt behind Radditz, felt the twitch of apprehension in his long body and trilled (a skill only he possessed, which came in handy when he needed to convince Trunks by means other than tickling) rubbed his tail and slipped two fingers into his body. The slid was easy, the heat was fucking unspeakable, and Radditz jerked back against him, turned his head and looked at him, glared at him, bared teeth and red swollen lips and all. Growling like a wild animal or something.
"What?" he asked innocently. And didn't wait for an answer.
The fingers left, he moved up and was inside of him, all the way inside, fingers digging hard into skin and his eyes clenched closed as the body tightened down on him, squeezing him almost painfully. Radditz jerked down, Trunks cried out and Goten grinned.
He loosened his grip and let Radditz move--and he did move. Harder than Goten would have thought, jerking back and forth between them. Head lolling on his shoulders and arms shaking to support himself as he beat his hips back and forth, burying himself in Trunks hard and fast enough that the boy was breathless and whimpering and jerking back against Goten fucking himself so he--honestly--squeaked with every thrust.
Frantic, bucking, all muscle and saiyan. All that hair and it was sweaty and thick, with his hands and Trunks' hands in it, spreading it around, down to the skin of his back and that was sweaty too. Rippling between their bodies as he continued to move. Desperate.
Trunks started to thrust back up against Radditz when he jerked down and Goten slammed against him when he jerked back. Serious bruises were going to be had.
And then the shaking and the clenching and the groaning, Trunks' hands curled around Goten and he pulled himself up, so Radditz was trapped between them, upright as he shook hard and Trunks kissed him over and over as Goten slipped his hands between them and rubbed his stomach and chest and down, to his thighs.
Goten moved first, then Radditz, collapsing to the side, and Trunks attacked him--Goten--knocked him back on the ground and kissed him. Shared the taste of Radditz mouth with him and rubbed against him, lying between his legs. Sweaty and slick, sliding and grinding.
"Goten," like a groan.
Radditz chuckled. "Half-breeds."
Then there was a sound like a bell--or a buzzer or something loud and annoying. Trunks looked up first, and Goten sat up too.
"Oh, shit," Goten said.
"Yeah--" Trunks agreed.
Then they disappeared in a flash of light, wished back to Life by Bulma on Earth.
