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It didn't start like Trunks thought it would. His father told him he chased his mother down and claimed her. Made her his woman. His mother said his father followed her around like a lost puppy till she gave in. The young prince thought it was all stupid adult stuff. That was until he saw him. Until he actually saw Gohan.

Not the dork who wore tights and paraded around like a masked vigilante …the real Gohan. The guy who, on a quiet day in the summer...stole his heart. It was a day like any other. Nothing remarkable. He and Goten where training with the dork in some random spot in the Son forest. They were no more than five or 6. After sparring they all sat under one if the large oaks and ate the lunch Chichi prepared for them.


It was hot that day...sweltering. He remembered Goten falling asleep in the shade. He always got sleepy after eating. That left Gohan and himself to wade their feet in the cool stream. Watch birds fly overhead. Feel the warm breeze. He was so young then...too young to understand the silence...too unsure of the teens smile. In the eyes of kami Gohan turned to him, pale cheeks flushed with heat. Small stems if grass meshed in a halo of spiky black hair. Eyes rich in chocolate. He spoke to him, but in his eyes the young demi swore he saw more. "It's nice isn't it? I've been studying so hard I had forgotten how good it feels to just relax."

Trunks blushed. It felt weird to be there...with Gohan...in the heat of the day. It felt too calm..a peacefulness he was too young to contemplate. The only thing he knew was...it felt nice. It felt like all the other moments before this one were sad.. "Studying? Goten said you spend all your time with Videl."

He turned red and looked down. "He said that huh..."

The small prince crossed his arms. "I don't like her! She hangs around like she is your wife. You are too cool for her.."


He meant what he said. He didn't like her. It would only seal the deal when she cheated in Gohan. At the time he didn't know that. He just knew he didn't want her around the teen. She didn't deserve his attention. Trunks grumbled about stupid girls and Gohan's smile brightened. "You think I'm cool?"

Trunks looked down at their feet as they floated in the water. "Well yeah...but not for that super hero stuff. That's lame..I like you...I like you cause you're really smart and you protect people..she is just a dumb girl..if I was your boyfriend..I wouldn't keep you from studying.."

There was a long pause. Too long for his young mind. He knew in an instant what he had said. He liked Gohan. Not the same as Goten..different. Very different. Butterflies grew in his stomach and he twisted his sash in knots.

He could hear him breathing...smell his sweat...his heart raced and he panted. It was fear but he didn't know at that time why he was so scared in the silence...all he knew was that the next moment he was in the older saiyan's strong arms and all the fear vanished..replaced by some magic. The young demi laid in the teens arms and his hand touched his chest. "I'll get big..."

"I know kid..."

"I'm smart..."

"You are.. "

"Will you...be my boyfriend?"

"If me and Videl don't work out...ask me again...ask me again Trunks...When you're older ok?"



He never did. Even after their breakup. The lavender haired prince wished he had said something...anything. He was over the Sons every other day, but Gohan had moved out. He was never at functions..he didn't even come to his birthday party, though he thought he had sent a gift. He had came over to spar with his dad a few times over the years..but he always avoided being alone with him. As if he knew his intentions. Knew how in his heart he was the only one that could set him free.

What was once just a silly childhood crush grew in to a desperate...sad love. The butterflies Gohan had put inside him were now moths...fluttering around the dim light of his heart...rattling his cage.

And it was no secret. His family knew..Goten knew..it seemed everyone was aware that his smiles were fake. Most of the time his mother chalked his attitude up to something she labeled the 'Son Blues' which he said infected him and his father. Something about Son men never being sad and breaking hearts without knowing. His father called it his mating cycle. He knew better. It was love...and it was eating him alive.

If he could just...see him. It had been so long since he had seen him.. Years. Trunks knew he had neither the courage or conviction to sense his ki and chase him. That could be dangerous. Especially since on his nineteen birthday he was officially what his father called 'in heat' and would not be rid of his constant arousal until he got laid.

Strands of periwinkle fell over his cheeks as he curled in to the purple jacket Gohan sent as his birthday present. He smiled and rubbed his fingers over its corduroy material. "It even smells like him...."

Gohan smelled like wet grass...like dewy flowers...like the shaded stream they waded in when he was a kid. It was intoxicating..

How could a scent turn him in so much? It was crazy. It had to be the heat. And yet...


He inhaled deeper and his hands wandered down hardened abs and violet curls till it met his aching erection. All while he inhaled deeper. Imagined Son Gohan was behind him...

"You like my present Trunks...." his dream lover whispered in his ear as his callus hands stroked seed over his rigid shaft. Trunks shuddered and his body curved into his hand. "Yess....Gohan..."

His grip tightened...his finger filtered the spilling crown of his manhood into the silken sheath of his sex and hips rolled to push it out again. Tighter. Faster. The way Gohan would do it. A tear escaped his eyes as he swore he felt lips kiss his hairline and something rigid press at his backside. "Such a good boy Trunks...stroke it faster..."

The young saiyan gasped and bucked. His loins grew heavy and weakly cried out his name as he fucked the tightness of his hand in ecstasy. "I love you!! Gohan- I'm coming-"

Seed spilled over callus fingers and a deeper sob fell from his lips. His body shook against the sheets and the poor teen cried selfish tears into the jacket. It wasn't enough...dreams were never enough. Fantasies had fed him scraps of pleasure over the tears but now that he was of age all he could think of was he promised.

He promised Gohan he would tell him...and fear kept him cocooned in his room.
***

Gohan collapsed to the bed in a mass of heat, limbs shaking as he tried to regain his strength. His bed partner seemed displeased with his dead weight, because a small growl issued from under him before he was flung on his back. "Boy how many tines must I tell you not to do that?"

The black haired demi smiled weakly, his hand wiping cooling sweat from his brow. "Sorry Vegeta...next time can you show me how you do that thing with your hips? It was amazing!"

The older warrior snorted and sat up in the bed. He looked out to the small Capsule house window in deep thought before sighing. "This is the last time.."

"But Vegeta-"

"Trunks is ready. Anything beyond this would be disrespectful to my son. I agreed to this because..."

Gohan sat up and looked at the dark orbs penetrating his weak excuses and felt the shame returning. The terrible feeling in his gut...the one that told him his feelings were wrong...that he shouldn't feel the way he did about Trunks...that Trunks was too young...that he was a monster for want to keep him from the world..it was eating him inside once more.

That feeling had haunted him since he held him on that warm summer day. The day when a bratty kid stole his heart. He was so conflicted by the call of his saiyan nature and his human morals. Trunks was barely an adult now...he was 30 years old. His spirit screamed to protect him from everything. It was as if no one else mattered...

It became worse when the young prince began to mature. Seeing his developed body made Gohan feel sick inside...its was at that time he knew he needed help. He found it in the form of Vegeta. The full blooded saiyan explained his urges away as basic saiyan biology...said it was obvious that he and Trunks were mates. Then he said he would rutt with him until Trunks became of age. Show him how to be a good mate.

It wasn't working. Nothing stopped his mind from thinking of him. Wanting him. Standing in places he had been. He was mad without him and the sickness in his stomach..the shame of his thoughts...his own body...it was torture. He loved Trunks. He loved Trunks and he hadn't spoken a word to him since he was a teenager. Gohan gripped his hair and shook in that knowledge.

The older saiyan seemed to understand his distress but continued without mention. "...I agreed because you are my son. I have raised you in battle...and if I was honest with your idiot father...we would have done this sooner. It is natural for fathers to teach their sons how to be good mates."

Gohan trembled. He wasn't sure if it was the prince's words or his acceptance that broke him. "I don't know if I can be a good mate to him...he is has his whole life-"

Vegeta punched him in the gut and his nude form pinned him to the bed. "Listen here you little shit! I did not fuck your brains out for 3 years so you could chicken out! You are going to claim him because I need to see how its done!!"

They both blushed at the comment. Gohan felt tears roll down his cheeks and with them, his fear ebbed away. If he could just remember it wasn't just for him. That this was important to their entire family...he thought he could try. Swallow his fear. Push down his shame. Love Trunks for who he was now...what he had always been. His mate. With a weak smile the demi looked up at his adopted father and knew he felt the same. "You really love dad...don't you..."

The flame haired prince's cheeks darkened. His response was almost too low to hear, but it so powerful, it gave the demi strength. "He is my mate...I knew it the first time I saw his face...now stop your pathetic sniffling...and go to the stupid party and claim Trunks. I'm tired of listening to him bitch about you..."

Gohan hugged the grumpy man. Vegeta kicked him out of bed.
***
The afternoon came quickly for the residents of CC and soon they all sat at the dinner table plus one Goten Son. Trunks ignored the antics of his bratty sister and friend completely as his father sat at the table. Vegeta picked up his chopstick but it snapped as he saw his son and his stupid face. "Damn it..."

Trunks peered over the table with dark cheeks. “How was the spar? Huh dad? Did he ask about me??"

The flamed haired prince growled. "It was fine!"

Bulma smacked her husband in the head. "Tell him already!"

"Fine! Kakkarrot’s other brat has gotten stronger..he didn’t ask about you."

Trunks sank back into his seat and looked down at himself. 'He doesn’t even know I exist...its been too long...'

"Oh Trunks...I’m sure Gohan is just busy prepping for his classes..you will see him at school.."

Vegeta dug a chop stick into his rice. "I told him you’ve been goofing off and need help with your school work...he will be here on Saturday so stop your bitching and eat.."

Fat ugly tears fell from his eyes. His heart raced. Gohan was coming. After years…he was coming just to see him. "He's coming..to see me..."

Goten smiled and just shook his head. They both had it so bad.

***

Goten rolled his eyes as he watched his brother change his shirt 3 times to 3 white shirts that looked exactly the same. "How do I look?"

The teen laughed. "The same as you did before. I think you got the wrong idea.."

Gohan frowned. He was stressed out. Seeing Trunks after all these years… "What do you mean?"

Goten smirked. "Trunks doesn’t care about your clothes. He wants your body. If I were you Id do one of dads old workouts so you are hot and sweaty when you get there.."

Gohan blushed. "You think?"

"Totally. He will drool all over himself. Besides..Trunks has no fashion sense. I’ve seen him wear cargo shorts with a turtle neck."

The older demi sighed and sat on the floor in a mound of white dress shirts. "Maybe this isn’t right..I know everyone says its ok…but I cant help feeling like I’m taking advantage of him because he is in heat."

Goten laughed. "Are you going to wait until your dick falls off? Cause that’s what Vegeta said would happen if you don’t do it.” Goten laughed again.

Gohan frowned. "No...I just don’t want to pressure him..."

"Trust me. You’re not."
***
Trunks Briefs sat on his bed in his pjs as his thumb tapped at his cell phone. Today was the day. There was no going back and he knew it. Blue eyes stared at the picture on the phone with longing. 'I should never have let father drag me into this...what if he has forgotten...'

What if he did? He was 19 now...it was time..he made a promise to Gohan...he swore he would ask. He wished the asking part was over..he wished he had done it last year...but the butterflies in his stomach...they made him feel sick if he even felt Gohan's ki nearby..

Trunks had admitted without question that he loved him. Long before he knew what love was or had a desire to express it. Gohan was everything good in life. Kind...intelligent...strong. He was the only thing he ever wanted that he felt he could never afford. The only thing he felt he could never have.


There were so many things reminding him of his inferiority. Power levels...class...gender...age. The last one worried the lavender haired demi more than anything else. Gohan was almost 30...what could he possibly do with a virginal teenager?

An ugly blush spread across tanned cheeks and his morning erection jumped at the thoughts running in his head. Gohan kissing him...biting him...making love to him a with all his strength. "Congrats Trunks...you are a pervert.." he whispered to himself with a sigh.

Truthfully those thoughts were common occurrences which his father claimed where associated with his mating cycle. "Yeah right...it has nothing to do with the fact that Gohan was sexy as hell...I bet...I bet he has a big dick.." He looked at the smirk the eldest Son child sported in the picture and seed moistened his lap. "I hate this heat crap..."

With a shuffle of his finger he moved to the voicemail app and listened to the recording.

"Hey Trunks! Sorry I missed your birthday party. Did Goten give you my gift? I know its lame but I always thought you looked nice in purple. Vegeta told me you wanted help studying for your first semester! Congrats! Id love to help! I’m free on Saturday so I guess I will come by then! Bye!"

The recording stopped and so did his heart. Here he was, still in his pjs and Gohan could be downstairs! "Crap I need to shower!" he stumbled out of bed and growled at the sight of his hair mated against his ear. "Shit!"
***

CC seemed so alive with the news that Gohan was coming over. His grandmother cooked a dinner fit for a king. His father sacrificed his daily spar with Goku to whisked his sister away to some movie, and his mother fussed over his hair. "Hold still! No son of mine us going to look like a bum when his potential husband comes over!" She brushed his hair again but Trunks pushed her hand away! "Mom stop! I’m nervous enough as it is!"

Bulma snickered. "Oh sweetie its ok. Don’t be nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" The two blushed as Son Gohan walked in the door. He was dressed in his normal suit and tie, forever meticulous, but his eyes were dilated and his breath uneven. Damn it...he looked better with age. The kind hearted teenager he knew had turned into a beast of a man. His button down was barely containing his bulging muscles. The purple haired demi swallowed and looked down. He felt a nosebleed coming on... "I was just telling mom I was nervous about school..."

Gohan smirked sex and even Bulma looked away. She harshly whispered to him. "He looks more like Goku than Goku does! Good job son!"

"Mom!"

Gohan smiled, and his hand fell to his hip. 'Kami...I knew he had grown...but look at him...he has been training too...and that blush..." unknowingly, the teacher licked his lip and held a curse as that delicious blush intensified. How was he this cute? "I know its been a while but you guys are acting weird. I thought you wanted to study.."

Blue eyes widened. "I do!!" He shoved his mother out the kitchen and she cursed the whole way. "You ungrateful little bastard-"

Now they were alone...after years of needing this...craving it in the very pit of his soul...

The very air vibrated with tension. Trembling the poor demi walked over to the island and fumbled with his study books. He flipped to a random page and slapped his hands so hard on the granite counter it cracked. 'Shit. Mom is going to be so pissed...'

What was that? Gohan made a harsh whine in his throat. A strong man did something to a saiyan's blood. It made it go right to his cock. 'Damn he has gotten strong..he is as excited as I am too...I could fuck him into this counter...he'd scream with that raspy voice of his...' "Shall we begin.."

Trunks didn't dare look up. Instead he looked at the physics question and blushed. He knew the answer immediately. What he didn't know was how to ask the question with his hormones begging him to get bent over his moms kitchen table. Love first. Sex....sex hopefully second. Close second. "Yeah..we can start on the counter..." he said without thinking and smacked his forehead. This would be harder than he thought.

"Sure." Gohan almost growled in approval. He watched with amusement as the teen fumbled with his books and turned to a random page. It was obvious he wasn't studying. The black haired demi walked up to press into the prince's back and his arms went under shaking tanned arms to finger the page with a light stroke. The teens shaking increased. "You are joking right..." His tone was huskier than normal, but it couldn't be helped. Being so close to Trunks..to be able to breathe in his scent...it was turning him on.

Trunks panted and he knew it was the heat. His clothed sex was bumping against the counter edge. He was going to die he was so turned on. It was too soon...his dream was so close to being a reality. All he could think was 'Fuck me...please fuck me...' . "N-no...I don't understand..." the teen lied. 'He knows...'

"You are Trunks Briefs..you know the answer..why don't you tell me what you really want..." The older saiyan whispered, arms now full of beautiful saiyan prince. His lips etched over warm skin and they both shuddered. It was like the there was nothing in this world but the two of them. Conscious thought was gone.

Hot breath blew over his ear and the blue eyed prince shuddered all over. He felt lips skim his neck and seed soiled his tented pants. If he kissed him he'd come. He knew it. "Fuck.."

Gohan made a small sound like a growl and melded their bodies into the counter. His clothe sex punched up against a jean covered backside and he knew he was lost. That reply only sealed it. "Are you sure that's what you want..."

"Yes-I mean no-" The younger saiyan felt heat against his backside and something inside began to throb. He didn't want this to stop. He knew that for sure. The professors hips rubbed into him and he fell forward on the counter and pushed back to feel more. More of touches. More Gohan.

Gohan practically purred as his fell into his lap. He looked down and moaned.
Fuck.
Of course his ass was perfect. He was perfect. He watched his hips angle and grind into him without consent, his instincts on overload. "No..."

Trunks forced him back and turned around to gaze into those deep chocolate eyes. They were both panting...aroused....on the cusp of something the could not fight. This was it. He knew what he wanted. Everyone knew...except the one person who needed to know...

Tears edged the corners of his eyes as Trunks gripped strong arms and stared down at their feet. He thought of every lonely night...every day he looked for him...missed him...and used it to still his nerves. " Gohan...p-please be my boyfriend!!"

Gohan's eyes widened. "Yes." Maybe he said it too quickly. It didn't matter as he scooped the beautiful prince in his arms and kissed him like a man lost at sea. Trunks practically sobbed into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. He jumped and his legs clung to the Son's waist. When their lips parted he felt teeth nipping at his neck and his body dropped on the counter. "Gohan! Fuck-"

Gohan hissed as his fingers revealed tanned abs. "Trunks..." he dropped down and kissed him till he was drunk with it. Till their bodies where rolling into each other. Just as the up rush of heat swelled over the teen, just as pure nature started to take over, the kitchen door opened. In came Vegeta and a disgusted little Bra. She started to curse when the flame haired warrior covered her mouth and then her eyes. "Brats. Stop rutting were I eat my food. Are there not other places to do that kinky shit?"

Gohan looked down at how wide he had the teens legs and how high his hips were and nearly dropped him. Trunks made a whine of need much to his own embarrassment and covered his face. "Please get out!!"

***

Full of embarrassment, the two sat outside in Gohan’s car looking away from each other. Trunks bit his lip. He was embarrassed, but happy. This was the best day of his life. "So..."

Gohan was torn from feeling so guilty and feeling he should take him now. He didn't want that...Trunks deserved more...the beautiful prince deserved to be claimed with gentleness...he deserved to be made love to. He deserved more than he felt he could really offer. That last bit hurt the most...and his stomach twisted in knots at the thought he almost defiled him on his moms kitchen counter. He was a monster...the things he felt for someone so young...it was disgusting...any the only one that seemed to know it was him. "Trunks I am sorry...I...I don’t know what came over me..."


The lavender haired teen blushed more. He knew...and he wished it didn't stop...but this was Son Gohan. He couldn't just give in to his desires..he had to let him know...he was perfect. That he would do anything to stay with him. That he waited for this moment for years. "I do..my dad said...we are mates...and that's why...why we need to be together..."

"And how do you feel about that..." He knew how he felt. He loved it and hated the idea at the same time.

Trunks bit his lip. "He is right...I..I love..." He couldn’t say it...but if he didn’t do it now...another Videl would come and he would be gone forever. He twisted his fists into his shirt as he looked down, cheeks hot with his embarrassment. "I...I love you Gohan...for a long time now I wanted to tell you...I just...I just..."

The black haired demi stared in shock before his entire form vibrated with happiness. He looked at worn, red lips and his heart grew heavy. They both were silent for a long time before he turned the car on. "Hey Trunks..."


"Yeah...."


"Text your dad and tell him you are going to spend the night over my place, ok?"


The young prince shook at those words...what they implied....what he hoped they meant. Blue eyes dared stare upwards and found dark brown masked with resolve. His breath came out in a whisper. "Right.."

Gohan looked towards the winding road towards the city as he put the car in drive and sped off with the teen, praying he had the courage to follow through with his own desires.

From the kitchen window Vegeta snorted and smirked. Bulma tugged at his shoulder. "Where are they going?"

"Hopefully to fuck that love shit out of their system."

The blue haired scientist sighed. "Thank god. I don’t think I could take another year of his crying."


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