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He hasn't spoken in minutes. It's been at least as long since I had sense enough to breathe. Dende, after knowing him for so long...and I still can't tell what he's thinking at this moment. His face, usually so happy, carefree, everything I love--is pacified. Blank. Quiet.

I fidget. I try not to, but the carpet is harsh on my knees, this prostrate position completely foreign to me. Princes aren't generally the ones humiliating themselves on the floor. I guess that should say something of my resolve, ne?

Swallowing hard, I run trembling fingers back through my hair. I'm sweating, I can feel the prickling beads against my hairline, the solitary drops that snake down my neck taunting me to wipe them away with the back of my hand. I admit defeat, settling back from between my lover's legs on my heels, the cramp in my calf eases a bit as I shift. Taking a resolute breath, I rest my warm palms on his bent knees, massaging out of habit. Blue eyes flicker upward in question, searching those glassy obsidian mirrors for an answer. Dende, please...even if it's no, you have to say something...I can't stand this silence. It's driving me insane...

"Koi...?" I never knew one word could contain so many questions, so much need. I need him to speak now, like I've needed him to live for the past seven years, like I've needed him to survive day by day.

It's the first word either of us has dared uttered since I opened my mouth ten minutes ago and it hangs on the air oppressively; I can feel the pulling weight on my shoulders and I even bow my head, my body prone and worshipping between his thighs. Please koi...answer me...I can take rejection, I swear, but you have to say it first...

"Hh..." his breath exhales lightly against my hair, enticing the silken strands to part before his soft, airy caress. Pursing my lips, I purr quietly, pressing backward into his hand as it smoothes over my lavender locks, my heart veritably skipping in relief. Even if he says no, at least he doesn't hate me for trying...I can sense his coiling apprehension, his quivering nervousness, his incredulous uncertainty. I felt the same way when Papa suggested it. I thought he had finally managed to lose whatever questionable sanity he may have possessed. And then I thought about it...

And it didn't seem so...unreasonable...

"How...?" there's a lost tone in his voice I haven't heard him employ since he was a boy and it tugs, insistently on my protective love for him. I must be careful, tread softly...I can't scare him away...

Looking up into his disbelieving eyes I know he doesn't want security, he wants facts. He wants to know how I can follow through with my...request. Hn, that's his mother's influence for you.

"Well..." I tuck a piece of disobedient purple behind my ear, slightly irritated that it thwarts my attempts to tame it, slipping out from its confinement to sway mockingly before my eyes. Hn. Doesn't matter that my hair's more human than the others'. It still has that 'fuck you' quality known to all Saiyans. "Mama can make all the arrangements. We wouldn't really have to worry about finances..."

"It's not about the money. It just sounds...painful." I grimace with him. I can't deny that it's going to hurt like a bitch.

"I know, koi." My hands slid up to cradle the curve of his hips, pulling myself forward until my chest rests against his torso. There are advantages to being those two inches taller... "But it can work--I made sure of it before I asked you." The colour comes quickly to my cheeks, and I can see the slight amusement in his ebony eyes. It's understandable, I suppose. It's not everyday a prince falls at his feet and asks him...

"Wow...well..." Glancing up, I hope my gaze isn't too expectant. The last thing I want to do is pressure him into this. "Couldn't we like, get a dog first or something?" Dende, he's chewing on his bottom lip like he does when he's around Papa, when he's nervous and uncertain. It's so damn endearing...I'm kissing him before I know it, straining my body upward, back arched to taste his delightfully responsive mouth. Mmm...honey. From breakfast, I think. The hotel makes those neat little scones that he devours like M&Ms;, dripping with sticky amber sweetness that inevitably gets all over his face. It's a good thing I like honey...

I'd pull back if his arms weren't entwined so securely around my neck and I decide, right at that moment, that I don't kiss him nearly enough...

Soft whisper of breath against my moistened lips as we break, elegant hands idly twirling strands of my cropped hair through playful fingers. These are the sensations I live for. This is the reason I asked him...the sole force that drives me to seal, consummate...immortalize...

"I still don't understand...I mean, we're men...." He blanches slightly as the thought solidifies, sitting back from his leaning position, slender hands curling over my shoulders to lightly support his weight.

"I know...but if Mama can do it with Papa, then..."

"That's not quite the same thing." I don't have to look into those midnight mirrors to know he's giving me that look. That look that wonders how the hell I can be considered a genius at all. So sue me if my family's not known for its common sense...

"I know...it's not the same thing, but, I mean, it's gotta count for something, ne, koi?" Ok, so I've only managed to add skepticism to hesitance. Dende, I'm really raking in the points today...

"Trunks." Licking lips that are too damn dry in the regulated temperature of our hotel room, I screw my courage, meeting those eyes that I have blissfully indulged, drowning in the mid-morning mist of steely grey and alluring sable. Dende-sama, the man is beautiful...I could feast forever on the simplistic pen stroke of his elegant features...

"Dende, Trunks-kun..." Almost like mahogany, the embarrassment snakes over his face like blooming wisteria, blossoming on the dimpled curvature of his cheeks. I think I'm falling in love all over again as he hides beneath the Saiyan curtain of cascading black, teeth claiming his lower lip in a gesture so commonplace, so him, that I'm raising myself to taste his unique and gratifying flavour before the thought has sense enough to pause. "You're...I mean..." I silence his words and taste of his lips, losing myself completely in the rapturous, addictive quality that soothes my fear like morphine and chamomile, a delightful paradox of heightening sensation that rapes me with euphoric vertigo.

It breaks too soon, and I think I whimper before my inbred regality has a chance to protest. I want him--at this moment he could blatantly refuse my offer and finalize our future with a negative shake of that untamable shock of new moon midnight. But he doesn't...and I remind myself to thank every god I've ever personally met the next time I see them...

"I'm not...I mean...Trunks-kun..." An adorable crease mars the milky surface of his forehead as both brows form a straight line over his eyes. "I'm not really that...attractive..."

"Na..." Dende, now I'm sure that the red in his face is contagious, because I can feel it too, seeping beneath my collar and highlighting the pink in my hair that I like to think doesn't exist. I'm a baka, and I forgot...that we don't need words...

We've never needed words.

"Oh." Although sometimes we speak because we're too stupid to keep quiet. I really don't know how I've managed to dupe the whole world into thinking I know what I'm doing. I'm pretty sure I've just proven that it's all an immaculate façade to keep the media hopeful that their endless fodder won't end with my mother.

Oi. I pray to Dende these things aren't hereditary.

"Well..." A deep sigh tickles the fine hairs, blowing them from my face and bathing me in the singular scent of my beloved. Hopeful...I try so hard to keep my expression blank; I don't want him to do this because of me...I want him to do this because he wants it as much as I.

I mean, it's not going to be easy, but we've done worse...ne?

"Hai..." Blue on black, his eyes are that glossy indifference to colour that I've only ever seen in Saiyans. And they're regarding me with more intense thought than I think I'm comfortable with. But I'm a prince...wait, did he...?

"What did you just say?" It can't be true--I think somewhere in my baka brain the chance that he would say yes was even more miniscule than that of my father actually thanking me when I fixed his gravity chamber.

"You hard of hearing, Trunks-kun?" A strengthening, quirky smile, just for me. "Don't you think we should take that into consideration before we go through with it?" I want to do so many things, most of which involve me, him, and another three days off of work, but all I can seem to do is mimic his father's clueless stare.

"You...you really want to, koi?" I'm sitting upright again, ignoring the tingling of pins and needles that signify my inactivity. "You're not just saying that? You mean it?" Excited beyond comprehension, my hands conform to his waist, drawing those sensuously moistened lips down for another partaking. I can't believe it--I honestly didn't believe--

"Trunks!" There's a lightheartedness that I had feared I'd dimmed with my unfortunate question, a carefree quality that makes me grateful to have him in my arms, in my life, against my lips...

"Trunks-kun!" He doesn't resist as I pull him tighter, eventually gives in as I thrust my tongue between his lips, licking, caressing, suckling his mouth as though it's the only thing under heaven that can keep me alive...

I think I witnessed creation in his kiss...

Dende. When the hell did I get so melodramatic...?

"Sugei..." His lashes are so long...I remember counting them the first time we were together, and I awoke in the morning with him draped over me like a cat. Thick, ashy, and almost feminine...thank Dende that's the ONLY thing about him that's girlie. Ugh...

"I haven't felt this nervous since you asked me to marry you, Trunks-kun," he whispers, licking in response to my savouring tongue. I know, Go-chan, Dende do I know...but you didn't deny me then...

"I know..." Thirty-four...thirty-five...Dende, I'm counting them again...I'm shaking again, and I want to reassure him, but there's still so much preparation...and I...

"I know, Trunks-kun." He smiles, nose nuzzling over my own in quiet affection. I love him so much... "So..." Obsidian eyes open lazily as he gives my cheek a brush of his lips. "Where do we start? I mean..." The blush, that blush. He is so fucking cute sometimes. And I know he hears me because it only intensifies. But being the trooper he is, he dutifully denies the unspoken characteristic in favour of continuing his confusion.

"It can't be as easy as...it is with men and women...can it?" If it wasn't so serious, I'd make a grab for his belt, just to freak him out. But...I'm still not certain about his resolve, and I refuse to be the baka my father claims as his brat and fuck it up entirely. I mean, I've got him thinking about it...and that's a start...

"Iie, not quite...but I've started taking the hormones already." I glance down self consciously, thumb twirling the ring on my left hand in a habitual gesture. "In case you decided you wanted to..."

"Presumptuous little prince, aren't you?" I arch a brow at his condescendence, action alternating to finger the leather of his belt under my pads.

"It's good you know my rank, Goten...I wouldn't want you getting any ideas, now." I flash my canines in a shitty little smirk, exhaling heavily as all the barnacle buildup of strain is scraped off my anxious mind with his jest.

"Really..." Playful, back and forth banter that I live for. That's why I love him, that's why I need him. He's my best friend, my lover, and soon... "Then why are you the one on your knees, hm?" He punches my shoulder lightly, secure in his victory.

Baka...you always forget the ace up my sleeve.

"Because I wanted to give you a blow job." Deft, fast, my fingers are on his buckle, tugging at the strip. Wider than the silver dollars Grandpa used to give me for my birthday, Goten's eyes follow my motions, mutely shocked at my barefaced bravado.

Heh, damn Sons. You just never know how to react to crude, crass, or sexual comments. His father and brother are the same way. Papa has an absolute ball watching the colours parade over Goku-san's face. Oi, and when he really gets started...it's like a six foot Son Christmas tree.

"T-Trunks-kun?" I don't have the Son inability to undo buttons, and Goten's gives sadistically easy beneath my maniacal fingers. His lovely eyes grow larger with each jerk and tug of the fabric, and I am confident in my success.

Too bad the downfall of my entire family will always be that underestimation.

"Ah..." My fingers still just above the parting material, azure eyes flickering up to behold...

Well. That sparkling black's not exactly filled with the previous hesitance.

"So..." The sudden spine tingling presence of his fingers trailing through the pale corn silk of my hair makes my heart race. Dende, that's clichéd... "The mighty Saiyan no Ouji wants to worship me..." Nani? Oh, so the boy's decided to grow some balls...

"Oh, yes, Goten, you know I just live to lick your feet..." He snickers, the slight hitch of his breath as I plant my lips along the soft downy path that leads to his hardening cock the only indication of my dominance. I hiss as his hand tightens in my hair, firmly commanding my head to stay with its timidly torrid desire. Trust Goten to go from blushing to horny in a manner of seconds.

"Well..." An arousing gasp as my tongue dips below the cotton waistband, my arm wrapping around his narrow waist and drawing him closer. I will never admit it, but I want to worship him, I want to wrap my lips around his sex and listen to the quiet moans and stuttering whimpers that make the simple act worth more than the any wish the dragon could ever grant.

"If you're determined to see me bare foot and pregnant..." Dende, he's persistent...generally once I breach the barrier of his pants, all words are surrendered to the utopian sighs of utter contentment...

"You might as well fuck me while you can." I shiver--damn I love it when he talks dirty...Bastard...he shouldn't know exactly how to get to me...

Wait, what?

"Then...?" He breathes deeply, eyes slipping closed for a moment before sliding open and locking onto mine.

"Hai, Trunks-kun...if you're sure..." Oh, Dende, I haven't been more certain of anything since I put that silver ring on his finger...

He smiles warmly as his strong, loving arms loop around my neck, hands splayed down the slope of my back. "Then hai..." A nod of irrefutable affirmation. "I want us to have children..."

I...I don't know what to say. I mean...he said yes before, but now...he's actually said it...

"But." My breath stalls like an old car engine with his word, my heart refusing to beat as he takes my chin in his smooth, cool hands, his passively dark eyes swallowing all but my will to exist for him...

"You get to do it first."