| THE TOKEN TRUNKS/GOTEN YAOI FIC (with a twist) By: Immicolia "Oi, Goten-kun! You there? Come on, hurry up!" My head jerked up slightly at the sound of his voice and for a brief moment I was distracted from the breakfast that I'd been inhaling. I swallowed quickly, already getting to my feet as I reached for a few more pieces of toast to take with me. But I was stopped by my mother giving my hand a small swat with the spoon she'd been holding. The look on her face plainly showing that she was already in scold mode. "You hold on there a second young man. Whatever it is that you and Trunks are planning on doing today can certainly wait a few more minutes so you can at least finish eating breakfast with your family." "But... Kaasan...." The instant the small protest left my lips I knew it was useless. She gave me a stern look, one that caused me to slump back to a sitting position, and I distractedly took another bite of my meal as a knock sounded at the door. Calmly my mother got to her feet to answer it, smiling at Trunks as she did. Always the perfect hostess. "Ohayo ChiChi-san," Trunks said brightly, causing one of my brows to raise slightly in amazement at such politeness coming from my friend. "I was just wondering what was keeping Goten. We were going to do some sparring today and I wanted to start early...." "He's just finishing his breakfast," she replied, while shooting me a motherly look that plainly said, 'and you better not rush and eat like a little pig just because you want to go off sparring'. I gulped slightly and took another moderate bite of the meal in front of me. "You're welcome to join us," my mother continued pleasantly. Trunks just smiled at her in that way that could be considered obnoxious if you didn't know him and shook his head. "No thanks, I already ate. It was nice of you to offer though." What the hell had gotten into him? It wasn't that he was normally rude around my mother, but on the other hand the way he was acting at the moment seemed to be a bit in excess. Especially for him. I finished my meal as quickly as I possibly could, without suffering my mother's wraith that is, and almost leaped to my feet. Wanting to dash out the door and drag him after me so I could ask him what the hell was up. I kept myself composed however, said good-bye to my mother, and the pair of us strolled calmly outside. Darting into the air in a near-perfect unison and flying towards one of our favorite places to spar. I shot him a sideways glance as we flew, certain that confusion was plainly written across my features. "What was that all about?" I finally asked, causing him to glance back at me slyly. A wry glint of humor in his sky-blue eyes. "What was what about?" he asked smoothly in reply, speeding up slightly and forcing me to catch up. "The whole extensive politeness game," I clarified, easily keeping up with his accelerated pace. "You had that look on your face the whole time you were there. You know, the one that says 'I'm pulling a fast one and nobody's the wiser'. So what was the deal?" He shrugged. "Just having a little fun Goten-kun. That's all." He shot me one of those crazy irritating smirks and without any further warning, darted downward. Obviously intent on landing. Snorting slightly I followed him, annoyed by the odd mood he seemed to be in at the moment but knowing better than to try and question him about it. When I do that it just annoys him and he goes back home like the brat he is. Better to go with it and enjoy his company. Besides it's because of those moods, not in spite of them, that I love him. My stomach did a slight flip as I thought those words. I don't think them often, mainly because I'm afraid to. I'm afraid that if I think them then he'll see it on my face. He's said before that he can always read me, that anyone can read me. That I'm almost too open for my own good. I probably am, but there's nothing that I can do about it. So I refrain from thinking the one thing that I feel so strongly that I _know_ it would wind up being broadcast plainly by the look on my face. Although only Dende knows how I've been able to keep it hidden for so long. I know I've always admired him. How could I not? He's a year older and that much smarter, that much stronger, that much more confident than I am. But when I realized that I loved him I think I can pinpoint to one particular moment. We were lying on our backs to relax after a sparring session, staring vaguely towards the sky. I turned my head slightly to say something inane to him but the words froze in my throat as I found myself staring at his profile. The contemplative, far-off, look in his eyes, the regal angles of his features.... I wanted to kiss him. I don't know why or what brought it on but the urge struck me like a fist to the stomach and I found myself gulping slightly as I fought it down. It was a longing so strong that it made my insides twist, but one that I was afraid to even consider let alone follow. How the hell do you tell your best friend that you're in love with him? Especially when you don't want to ruin what you already have. The answer is simple but painful. You don't. That's what I've had to deal with for the past few years. "Oi, Goten-kun! What're you daydreaming about? A pretty girl?" His words knifed their way into my consciousness and I found myself blushing at the response that came to mind. //No, not a pretty girl Trunks-kun. A pretty boy. A very pretty boy with eyes the color of sapphires and hair of the same pale purple that I've only ever seen in sunsets before. And it looks so soft and silken that it hurts not to reach out and touch it. I want to touch it so badly, I want to touch him. I want to touch you. I want to touch the body that was one with mine once so long ago. I want to touch you and taste you and see how you've changed while you grew up. And I want you to do the same to me. I want you to feel the same for me. I don't want you to hate me for saying this. I love you Trunks. I love you.// The words that I wanted to say flowed through my head as an endless litany and I turned away quickly. Once again afraid that he'd read my emotions. Mumbling something akin to, "maybe, maybe not," under my breath I prayed that he'd leave the subject alone. He didn't though, clamping a hand down on my shoulder and twisting me around to face him. Grinning in that obnoxious way of his. He didn't smile honestly very often. Anything that looked like a smile on his face is usually something along the lines of a superior smirk. This was one of those times. I shook off his grip irritably but he didn't relent. The sly grin twisting his lips showing his obvious intent to annoy me until I told him what was on my mind. But I couldn't tell him. Ever. "Go-ten." My name left his lips as a sing-songy taunt. "Come on. You can tell me. It _is_ a girl, isn't it?" I said nothing, grinding my teeth slightly as I felt the blush begin to burn even deeper in my cheeks. I couldn't let him know. I couldn't. If he ever found out.... I don't want to think about how he'd react. "It is!" he suddenly whooped, showing me one of those rare true smiles that made my stomach hurt. "I knew it! Goten's in love.... Goten's in love...." If he only knew how close yet how far away he was from the truth. Grumbling slightly under my breath again I turned away from him and his taunting chant. My action caused him to stop and once again he darted out in front of me, looking apologetic for once in his life. "I'm sorry Goten," he said, sincerity plainly showing in his eyes. "I was just trying to bug you. You know that. I bet you'd do the same to me, right?" I said nothing in reply, still looking somewhat sullen I'm sure, and he put a companionable arm around my shoulder. A friendly gesture that caused my stomach to turn over and made me want to shake his arm away so the emotions I felt wouldn't show quite so plainly. "So what's she like?" His question surprised me and I glanced up at him in shock, staring into his face blankly for a few moments as I tried to form a coherent answer. "Blue eyes," I finally breathed as I stared into his. "Blue eyes and...." I swallowed convulsively as I continued to stare at him, wondering if he'd recognize himself in my description. "...And hair so stunningly silken looking that I just want to touch it. Royal features, so... so proud looking, and...." "Okay, so that's what she looks like," he sighed, looking annoyed at the way I was waxing poetic and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wouldn't have been able to go on without letting on that it was a guy I was smitten with, let alone the fact that it was him. "But what about the way she acts. That's what's got me curious. What kind of a girl could turn Son Goten all sullen like this." He grinned wryly again and I found myself blushing deeply, my mind mulling over the proper words to use. "Proud," I finally said, meeting his gaze steadily. "Proud, a bit spoiled, but generally kind. Could be considered a short tempered brat if you didn't know hi... er...." I coughed slightly, praying that he hadn't noticed my near slip before continuing once again. "The type of person I know I can trust completely," I finished with a slight shrug. Wondering if he realized that it was him I was talking about. "Hmph...." His eyes narrowed slightly and I could tell that he was mulling over everything that I'd just told him carefully. "Look, I hope you don't mind me saying this but I don't want you to end up getting hurt." He took a deep breath, not noticing the way my eyes widened in shock from his previous words before continuing. "This girl, whoever she is... well... she sounds like a real bitch." My mouth dropped open and I could feel a laugh rising in the back of my throat as he raised a hand to stop me from speaking. "Now I know you're all smitten with her, and I'm sure with good reason since she sounds like a looker. But personality wise... well... sounds like more flaws than pluses. Are you sure you want someone like that?" "Yes," I replied, a grin playing around my lips. "I'm positive. All those flaws...." I hesitated briefly, nerving myself up for what I was about to say. Knowing that now was the time. "All those flaws just make me love you all the more." He opened his mouth to say something and suddenly stopped as what I'd just said sunk in. Mouth hanging open as he stared at me in dumbfounded shock. Finally, one word croaked past his lips. "Goten...." "Yes?" I asked patiently, feeling a sudden surreal calm overtake me now that it was in the open. "Did... did I hear you correctly? Did you say that it was _me_?" "Yes." He fell silent again and suddenly glared at me, causing my heart to drop to somewhere past my feet. He hated me now. I knew it. Closing my eyes I braced myself for the explosion. His shouts to get the hell away from him. To never come near him again. "Goten," he said softly, causing me to flinch at his tone. The quietness stung even more than a shout would. "Why the hell did you make me sound like such an asshole when you described my personality?" My eyes slowly cracked open as I realized that he wasn't telling me to get the hell away from him yet and I found myself staring at him in amazement. "W... what?" I stuttered, unable to say anything more. "You made me sound like an asshole. In fact...." He grinned wryly as if realizing something. "You made me call myself a bitch. Is that really how you see me?" "Y... yes." I still couldn't speak coherently, my mind in far too much shock over the fact that he seemed to be accepting all of this. "T... to me you are a bit of a short tempered brat. But...." I gulped slightly, having just as much trouble saying it the second time as I had the first. "But it's those things about you that I love the most. And you _are_ the one person I trust completely. I know you'll always be there for me. Maybe... maybe it was because I realized that I was actually able to tell you this. Don't hate me too much." I swallowed convulsively as I spoke those final words. Praying that he wouldn't hate me. I couldn't take it if he hated me. I needed him... as a friend at the very least. "Goten." Even as my name left his lips I knew everything was fine and the weight of dread lifted from my shoulders. "I couldn't hate you. Not for something like that. Hell, we're best friends aren't we?" I nodded and he grinned. One of those true smiles, the second one in one day, and my heart sung at the sight. "I'm just glad you told me." "Why?" I couldn't help it, I had to ask. And as I did the grin on his face transformed into a more mysterious one. Those beautiful blue eyes glittering. "Because now I know I can get away with doing this...." And before I had a chance to make even the slightest noise of protest or encouragement he darted forward and pressed his lips to mine. An action which caused me to gasp slightly. I'd never imagined that he'd want to kiss me. I'd never even dared dream it. But it was happening. And my head was spinning at the wonder of it. Finally with an exquisite slowness his lips left mine, leaving both of us gasping for breath slightly from the emotional lightning strike that the simple action felt like. "Goten," he breathed, his eyes half shut as he gazed at me. An almost dreamy look on his face. "Goten, you wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do that." "Then why didn't you do it before? Why didn't _you_ say something?" I couldn't help but ask. Shock at realizing that he felt the same tearing though me. "For the same reason you didn't. I didn't want to loose you as my friend. I couldn't take loosing you. And... and when I thought that you were in love with some girl I... I found myself getting jealous." He laughed slightly. "Why else do you think I said she sounded like a bitch. How was I supposed to know it was me you were talking about?" He shook his head slightly, dismissing the subject. "Who cares about that? It _was_ me you were talking about." Gently he pressed his lips to mine again, his hands running along my back, and I felt mine doing the same. Exploring the muscles. Pressing him against me. With a sudden boldness I opened my mouth, needing to taste him, and he did the same. Our tongues clashing, the action causing both of us to try and press even closer to one another. Moaning slightly he broke the kiss and pressed his lips to the cord of muscle in my neck. Nipping at it gently and drawing a wild groan from me. I twined my fingers into his hair, a light, laughing, sigh escaping my lips as I realized that it was just as silken and soft as I'd imagined it to be. We eased ourselves to the ground. Gently relieving one another of our clothes and glorying in the taste, the textures, the scent of each other's bodies. I nearly sobbed as I felt his lips on me, my fingers twisting into the pale silk of his hair as he drove me over the edge. And as I did the same to him, all I could hear was the way he panted and moaned my name over and over again. He filled my senses and I swiftly drove him to the edge and over as well. His essence filling my mouth, filling me with wonder. Amazement that I could do this to him. That he wanted me to. That he had craved my touch just as much as I had craved his. When it was over we lay on our backs side by side, staring vaguely at the sky. Just as we'd done on that one day when I'd glanced over at him and fallen in love. Once again I glanced over and found my breath taken away as I studied his profile. The sated, hazy, yet still contemplative look in his eyes. That beautiful face, composed of those sharp, regal, angles. And just like that day I wanted to kiss him. I sat up, drawing a confused glance from him, but before he got a chance to even ask what I was doing I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile, a true smile I knew without even seeing it, and his arms coiled around me gently. Pulling me against him again. I sighed as I removed my lips from his, relaxing in his arms. My eyelids growing heavy as I lay there under the heat of the sun and in the warm comfort of his embrace. I hadn't lost him. That was the only thing I could think. I hadn't lost him. If anything he was closer than ever. And I'd never let him go. ENDIT! |