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“Goten,” Trunks whispered breathlessly, “wait.”
Goten ignored him, currently focusing on sucking a bruise into Trunks’ neck as he pushed him deeper into his bed. “Don’t wanna.”
Trunks groaned, hands moving to Goten’s shoulders to push him back, but his eyes rolled shut and he moaned as Goten’s teeth nipped at his sensitive skin. Goten started pushing up Trunks’ shirt, hand sliding over his abs and up to his chest, and Trunks somehow found just enough will to choke out, “Seriously, Goten, hold on. We gotta talk first.”
Goten sighed impatiently but nodded, pulling away and pushing himself up on his elbows as he leaned over Trunks, pouting in a way that he hoped was adorable. “Are you sure we do? Because I’m really horny…”
Trunks chuckled but nodded, sitting up and leaning back against Goten’s headboard, putting some space between them. “Yeah, it’s… I gotta tell you something.”
Recognizing the seriousness in Trunks’ eyes, Goten bit the inside of his cheek and shifted to sit next to Trunks, face and body angled towards him. “It’s not anything bad, is it? Because you just told me you’re moving here permanently like,” he glanced at his clock on his nightstand, “three hours ago, and I’m really not wanting anything to kill my buzz here.”
Trunks frowned, clearly uneasy as he began fiddling with his hands in his lap. “I’m hoping it’s not that bad, but… I don’t know. I’ll just spit it out, I guess.” Trunks took a deep breath. “So, like I told you earlier, the Gohan from my world came to visit me and my mother for 24 hours.”
Goten nodded. “Right, and you guys talked about everything going on with us, and he gave you his blessing to come live here permanently ‘cause he wants you to be happy, and because there’s another you there to protect that world.”
“That’s the simple version, yeah,” Trunks affirmed. “But it’s not quite the whole story. And the thing is… I want to do this right. I don’t want to keep any secrets from you, or lie to you, ever.”
Goten’s eyes widened. “You’re kinda freaking me out here, Trunks.”
“Sorry. I just,” he paused and nervously pushed at his hair. “I’m not sure how to say it. Gohan and I… we um…”
Oh . Goten didn’t need to hear the words to suddenly understand what Trunks was so nervous about. It was written on his face and evident in the words he couldn’t seem to bring himself to say. “You and Gohan slept together, didn’t you?”
Trunks nodded, only managing a quick nervous glance up at Goten. “Yeah.”
Goten let out a breath, leaning back and looking away as he absorbed that information. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, and he couldn’t say that he was surprised , exactly, all things considered, but…
“I’m sorry,” Trunks said quietly. “I know it’s… extremely unfair of me to sleep with someone else when I’ve acted the way I have with you. How possessive I’ve been, and how angry I was at Other Me when he touched you. I’m not gonna sit here and give you a bunch of excuses.”
“Well,” Goten replied thoughtfully, “I mean… I get it, though. You’ve loved him your whole life and you had one day with him, one chance to be with him like that.” But it still stung, and he couldn’t pretend that it didn’t.
“Still,” Trunks muttered. “In the moment I couldn’t second guess myself but… I should have.”
Goten bit his lip, avoiding Trunks’ gaze as a question floated to the forefront of his mind. “Was the sex better with him?”
“No,” Trunks quickly answered, and Goten snuck a peek to see his expression was mildly aghast. “No, Goten. It was different, but it wasn’t better. What me and you have, it’s… it’s like nothing I’ve ever had with anyone.”
Goten swallowed, trying to keep his next question in but failing. “Who topped?”
Trunks hesitated. “... He did.”
“I think that actually makes me feel a little better,” Goten laughed dryly. “I don’t know why.” Then he paused and glanced at Trunks again. “You know if you want to switch sometimes, we can do that. If you’re bored with the sex we have, then -“
“Goten, no,” Trunks interrupted, reaching out and taking his hand. Goten didn’t stop him. “I’m not bored , my God. Not at all, I promise. The main reason me and Gohan went the way we did is because it was his first time with a man and I figured it was easiest that way. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Somehow, Goten believed him. At least as far as that factor went. “Okay. But,” he looked down at their joined hands, “be honest with me, okay? If Gohan had come back for good, would you be here right now with me? Or would you be with him?”
Something in Trunks’ eyes broke at the question, and Goten’s heart began to sink.
“Goten, that’s… you know that’s not a fair question,” Trunks quietly argued. “It’s like… me asking if Other Me came around and asked you to give him a chance, and who you’d choose.”
Goten smiled at Trunks sadly. “He kind of did. And I told him that I was in love with you.”
“... Oh.” Trunks looked away, looking deeply ashamed. Goten immediately felt a faint prickle of guilt.
Shit this was all so damn messy.
“Okay, maybe you’re right. Maybe that wasn’t a fair question on my part,” Goten admitted. “I mean… neither of us were each other’s first choices. We both know that. And Gohan can’t come back for good, so it was a stupid question anyway.”
“Don’t do that, Goten, please,” Trunks groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Fuck. It’s okay to want to come first. You deserve to come first and not feel like you’re competing with a dead man.”
“Yeah, but… Trunks,” Goten squeezed his hand gently, “look… this thing has been messy and kinda fucked up since the very start. I’ve had my fuckups, too.”
“Not like that,” Trunks pointed out.
Goten shrugged. “I’m not keeping score. And you’re here now, with me, for good. And that’s what’s important.”
Trunks looked at him, his eyes fearful but hopeful too. “You still want me?”
“Trunks, you… you’re giving up everything to be with me,” Goten pointed out. “Your whole world. I’m not gonna give up on us because you took a once in a lifetime shot with the guy you’ve loved since you were a kid.”
Trunks exhaled heavily, looking immensely relieved. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did, though.”
“It means a lot that you told me,” Goten replied softly. “I mean, I never would have known. You could have just not said a word and that would have been it. So the fact that you did … it proves to me that you’re serious.” He cracked a grin. “You know, because moving across entire timelines doesn’t.”
Trunks couldn’t help but grin back at that, and Goten pulled him into a hug. Trunks returned the embrace warmly, pressing his face into Goten’s shoulder, and as they spent a moment just soaking one another in… Goten got an idea.
“You know what,” he drew back and grinned, startling Trunks with his sudden excitement. “Why don’t we just… start over?”
Trunks blinked. “Start over?”
“Yeah, and do it all right this time. Leave the past in the past and just… start again. Maybe even date for real. Dating would be fun, right?”
Trunks smiled, tilting his head as if to check if Goten was serious. “I think I’d be up for that. I haven’t had the chance to properly sweep you off your feet.”
“See, we can change that,” Goten grinned, arms winding around Trunks’ neck. “But I gotta warn you, I’m not as easy as you might think I am. I never put out on the first date.” He paused. “Well, usually, anyway.”
Trunks quirked a brow. “Wait, your idea extends to sex , too?”
“Everything,” Goten nodded. “Clean slate across the board. What do you say?”
Trunks pondered quietly for a moment before grinning and sliding a hand down to Goten’s hip. “All right. I’m game.”
“Awesome.” Goten leaned in and kissed Trunks sweetly, then smiled, “This is gonna be fun.”
“I agree,” Trunks replied, eyes dropping down to Goten’s lips. “But can the clean slate start in the morning?”
He moved in for another kiss and Goten chuckled as he pushed Trunks away. “ Ah ah ah . You gotta wine me and dine me first, Mr. Briefs, and then we’ll see what kinda rewards you’ll get.”
Trunks growled playfully. “Gonna make me work for it, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” Goten grinned. “I’m gonna milk the fuck outta this.”
Trunks laughed softly. “I’m sure you will.” Then his expression slowly grew more serious again, and he cupped Goten’s cheek as he asked quietly, “Do you forgive me, Goten?”
“No, because there’s nothing to forgive,” Goten replied. “I love you, Trunks.”
“I love you too, beautiful,” Trunks murmured back before capturing his lips in a soft but passionate kiss. Goten’s heart skipped blissfully in his chest, and despite the unexpected turn the night had taken, he had hope for their relationship yet. It had already survived far longer than the odds would have ever predicted, and it defied the very laws of space and time itself. If anything was worth fighting for, it was this .
“Mmm,” Goten groaned when the kiss started to get a bit out of hand, “you gotta buy me dinner first, remember?”
Trunks sighed as he pulled away but chuckled under his breath. “Fine, fine,” he said as he pulled Goten into his arms instead, cuddling him to his side as Goten laid his head on his chest. “It’s all right. Just being next to you is more than enough for me.”
Goten smiled and closed his eyes, an arm wrapped around Trunks’ middle and a leg intertwined with his own. “I agree.”
—
Staying true to their clean slate idea, Goten & Trunks maintained a respectful distance from one another and planned a date for the following Friday, which was three days away. There was something inherently joyful about it, both men nearly giggling like children every time they thought about the coming date, and they all but walked on air as the days passed.
Trunks settled permanently into the room at Capsule Corp that he’d stayed in during his previous visits, and the lack of his other self’s presence was a relief. Nobody seemed to know where he’d run off to, but Trunks wasn’t worried and neither was anyone else - he’d land on his feet. It was a trait shared by each version of Trunks, after all.
Goten, meanwhile, was on cloud nine as he worked at the dojo and waited with baited breath for Friday to come. He was sure he’d never been so happy and so excited for the future, even if he still felt his Trunks’ absence like a never-closing wound in his side. But it was easy to ignore and set to the back burner when he was busy being happy at an utterly disgusting level.
It was hard to believe that any of it was even real, or that Goten even deserved something as incredible as Trunks literally moving worlds for him. It was absolutely wild no matter how he looked at it, and while he couldn’t quite get what was so great about him that he’d hooked Future Trunks and reeled him in as he had - well, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna question it. He was gonna take his good fortune and run with it to the ends of the earth and beyond.
And when Friday finally came… oh, Goten was beyond ready.
—
“ Fuck,” Trunks gasped against Goten’s lips, “I can’t wait any longer, I can’t .”
Goten grinned. “Then don’t.”
As promised, Trunks had wined and dined and thoroughly wooed Goten for their first date - he went all out, picking Goten up in a helicopter of all things and gifting him two dozen roses and a fancy new watch. Then he’d taken Goten to the best restaurant in the city and they’d dined on the roof under the stars, drinking the most expensive wine on the menu and eye-fucking each other thoroughly the entire time. Trunks had gone to Bulma for advice on how to go about the date, none of it coming natural to him considering how his life had gone back home, but in the end it had thankfully worked out and Goten had loved every second of it.
Now they were back at Goten’s place, barely inside the door, Goten’s back to the wall with Trunks pinning him in place, and it was clear there was only one way this was gonna go.
“But,” Trunks gritted through his teeth, splintering self-restraint evident in his voice, “clean slate…”
Goten groaned and reached down between them, grabbing Trunks’ very hard cock through his pants and rubbing firmly. “Yeah, fuck that,” Goten declared as Trunks gasped and jerked into his hand. “I want you to obliterate me.”
Trunks laughed breathlessly, looking at Goten through hooded blue eyes. “You sure?”
“I want you to fuck me so hard you put a baby in me,” Goten said dreamily, cheeks turning a bright red as the words left his mouth.
Trunks reflexively laughed at the absurdity of the idea, but then his dick jumped a little and his own cheeks burned hotter. “… Shit, that’s hot.”
Goten smirked and kept massaging him, his other arm winding tight around Trunks’ neck to pull him closer, bringing his mouth to Trunks’ ear. “Right? Fuck me til I’m pregnant, Daddy.”
“ Fucking hell ,” Trunks groaned, eyes rolling back in his head and nearly coming on the spot. Goten sure had a way of awakening kinks Trunks never would have guessed he had. “Bed, naked, now.”
A rush of limbs and clothes and stolen kisses later, Goten was on the bed naked and Trunks was shucking off his pants, nearly tripping over his own feet when he glanced up and saw the way Goten was posed. Goten was on all fours on the bed, ass high in the air and swaying slightly, and there was no mistaking how wet he already was.
“… Goten, did you -“
“Fucked myself on my biggest dildo in the shower earlier,” Goten admitted, expression shy but also heated and seductive . “Made sure I’d be open and ready for you tonight.”
Trunks’ mouth watered. Oh, how he loved his sweet little half-Saiyan sex god. He was gonna fucking swallow him whole, he decided as he finally finished taking off his clothes and then all but pounced .
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” Trunks groaned before spreading Goten open and diving in tongue first, relishing the sound that Goten made in response. Goten grasped at his sheets and whimpered and moaned into the mattress as Trunks devoured him like a man starved, fingertips leaving bruises in Goten’s muscled cheeks as he kneaded them hard, sometimes sinking his teeth in when he needed a break for air. He worked Goten up to the point of frenzy before stopping, leaving him a wet and slippery mess before getting up on his knees and lining them up, his patience gone.
“Ready for me, beautiful?” Trunks asked even as Goten trembled at the first brush of Trunks’ cock against his hole, rocking back and trying to take him in faster.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, give it to me, Trunks, give it to - ah!”
Both men cried out as Trunks sunk in to the hilt, overwhelming them both at how sudden it was but yet still not giving either man enough. Trunks wanted to crawl inside Goten and live there forever, and Goten wanted to be Trunks’ plaything for all eternity and simply live to serve him and please him.
“God, I love you so fucking much,” Trunks confessed against Goten’s back, face buried between his shoulder blades.
“Me fucking too, holy shit,” Goten agreed, sounding gone already. Then Trunks started moving, setting a fast and punishing pace from the start, and Goten melted.
Trunks barely maintained control, holding on to Goten’s hips with a vice grip and fucking into him like a man possessed, and he supposed that he was. Goten was spouting nonsense, every exhale a rough moan mixed with broken words and echoes of Trunks’ name, and in a moment of curiosity, Trunks slapped his hand across Goten’s ass just to see what would happen.
“Ahh! Fuck, Daddy ,” Goten cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. “More, more…”
“Like it when Daddy spanks you, baby?” Trunks asked before spanking him again, groaning and rhythm stuttering when it made Goten clench around him impossibly tight. “Fuck, you do . I bet you could come just from being spanked. Maybe I should - shit - maybe I should pull out and see if you can.”
At that, Goten wailed. “No, no , need your cock, Daddy, need it, please, don’t take it away.”
He sounded so pathetic as he begged, and it was one of the hottest things Trunks had ever heard. “Okay, baby, I won’t. C’mere,” he said gently, taking Goten into his arms and shifting their positions until they were on their sides, Goten’s back to Trunks’ chest, legs wide open and one held up by Trunk’s arm while the other wrapped around his chest. Trunks started rolling his hips, and the new angle made Goten’s eyes cross. “How’s that, beautiful?”
“So good,” Goten moaned, turning his head and capturing Trunks’ lips in a sloppy, feverish kiss. “ So good. ”
“ Mm,” Trunks agreed, their kiss a filthy slide of tongues and open mouths that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. His thrusts were slower but deeper now, the intensity between them only growing with the change, and Trunks knew that he couldn’t last forever like this. He wished he could, and they could go all night if they wanted to, but for now he needed to fill Goten up and give him what he needed.
“Goten,” Trunks groaned after breaking their kiss, the hand that had been groping at one of Goten’s pecs sliding down to grasp his dick, “ baby , you feel so fucking good.” He started stroking, and Goten’s entire body spasmed as he gasped with pleasure, but he didn’t come just yet. Trunks watched him, marveling, “You look incredible like this. So fucking hot and open , desperate for every little thing I give you.”
“Want it all,” Goten groaned, his words slurred.
“I know you do,” Trunks murmured, licking and nipping at his neck, working up to his ear. “You want me to fuck my babies into you, don’t you?”
“Oh shit, shit , yes,” Goten nearly shouted, body tensing up in the best way. “Yes yes yes yes -“
“Wanna be all big and full of me,” Trunks whispered, his words taking on a life of their own and surprising even himself. “Be my pretty little wife and have my babies and take my cock every day and every night -“
And that was when the string snapped, and Goten came with a near-scream. His come landed everywhere , its reach honestly impressive, and Trunks watched it make his lover’s body glisten as his own orgasm overtook him. He spilled deep inside of Goten, arms locking tightly around him as the pleasure wracked through him, and somewhere in the intoxicating haze of it… Trunks realized he’d get to have this forever.
In the aftermath of it all, both men collapsed on the bed in boneless heaps, slowly catching their breaths and staring at the ceiling as their visions cleared. Trunks felt like he’d been hit by a train in the very best way possible, and when he glanced over at Goten, it was clear that the feeling was mutual.
“… Holy shit,” Goten muttered, eyes wide and sounding half-alarmed, half-amused.
“Yeah,” Trunks agreed. “Holy shit.”
Goten swallowed hard, turning his head and eyeing Trunks almost a little shyly (which was, obviously, absurd under the circumstances). “Was… um… was all of that… okay?”
“Yeah, absolutely,” Trunks nodded. “Like. Shit . More than okay. Was it okay with you? Because… towards the end, with the wife thing, I didn’t really… think about it, it just came out, so if it bothered you -“
“Oh, no, not at all,” Goten quickly replied, cheeks flushing with the admission. “I actually, um… I was really into it.” Goten grinned. “Is that weird? Like, not weird but weird for you? Because -“
“No,” Trunks assured him with a smile, realizing fondly that they were both way overthinking this. “No, it was hot.”
“Okay, thank Kami,” Goten sighed in relief. He rolled to his side and cuddled up with Trunks, laying his head on his chest. “We really should work on talking about kinks first, but the problem is half the time I don’t even know I have them until we’re doing it and shit just… flies out of my mouth.”
“Same,” Trunks agreed, hand drifting over Goten’s side as he held him close. They were filthy and they needed to clean up, but it could wait. “I never would have guessed I’d be into the daddy thing and… what would the… other thing be called?”
“Breeding kink,” Goten replied. “Which was never my thing… until now.” He paused. “And the wife thing… shit.”
Trunks chuckled. “Hey, if you ever wanna dress up in some lingerie or something… I’d be okay with that.”
Goten blushed, briefly hiding his face in Trunks’ chest in slight embarrassment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Your tits in a corset? Fuck,” Trunks marveled, nearly salivating at the thought. “And some lacy hose? Or maybe a -“
Goten surged up and kissed Trunks to shut him up, both of them laughing softly into the kiss. “ Stop,” Goten whined despite the smile he couldn’t quite shake. “How about you put on some girly shit instead?”
“Okay,” Trunks shrugged, his gaze soft as it locked with Goten’s. “Anything you want, beautiful.”
Goten bit his lip, eyes drifting down to Trunks’ mouth and back up to his eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Trunks murmured, hand sliding into Goten’s shaggy hair and pulling him down for a kiss. “So much.”
They kissed for a moment or two, lazy and sweet, and when they broke apart Goten grinned and said, “ Damn, first date and we already fucked and said the L word. So much for taking it slow.”
“Slow isn’t really our style, is it?” Trunks asked, playing with a few strands of hair that spilled over Goten’s shoulder.
“Guess not,” Goten agreed. “Then again, people like us who’ve experienced the world literally ending… you multiple times… taking things slow when you already know what you want doesn’t really make sense.”
Trunks hummed, raising his hand to Goten’s cheek and cupping it gently. “Yeah. And I definitely know what I want.”
Goten smiled softly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Trunks’ palm. He pressed a gentle kiss to the center of it, and Trunks was overcome from the inside out with a warmth like no other. This man - this beautiful, brilliant, sweet man - was worth everything it had taken to get here and more.
Goten folded his hands on Trunks’ chest and dropped his chin to them, tilting his head and gazing up at Trunks as he played with Goten’s hair again. “It’s still so hard to believe that this is real.”
“Yeah,” Trunks agreed softly.
“I mean, I’m… I’ve never been anyone’s first choice,” Goten muttered, glancing away as he spoke. “And I guess that kind of still applies here, but - “
“No, baby,” Trunks said, free hand rising to press a single finger to Goten’s lips. “You might not have been my first love, but you’ll always be my first choice. Now and forever.”
Goten stared at Trunks with watery, surprised eyes, and smiled in a way that was just as emotional. “Yeah?”
Trunks nodded. “Yeah.”
“Sounds… almost like wedding vows,” Goten chuckled, cheeks flushing at the mere thought.
“Goten,” Trunks began with a wry yet warm grin, “I left behind my whole world to be with you. You really think I wouldn’t marry you in a heartbeat, too?”
Goten’s smile faded, replaced by shock. It was adorable, really, and Trunks couldn’t help but chuckle at the dumbfounded look on his pretty face.
“… You mean that?”
Trunks nodded. “I’m yours if you’ll have me, sweetheart.”
And with that, Goten’s eyes spilled over and tears streamed down his face. Euphoria washed over him in waves - Trunks could feel it, or maybe it was his own - and when Goten lunged forward and kissed Trunks with everything he had within him, Trunks felt tears of his own start to drop down his cheeks.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Goten all but sobbed against Trunks’ lips, their arms wrapped tightly around one another as they soaked in the magic of the moment. “I love you so much. ”
“I love you too, baby,” Trunks murmured back, voice cracking a little under the weight of his love. “Don’t ever leave me, please. I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved, I can’t ever lose you, Goten.”
“You won’t, I promise,” Goten swore, cupping Trunks’ cheeks and looking him in the eyes as he did. “I’d die before I ever leave you.” Then Goten paused and added, “And I’ll try really hard not to die, too.”
Trunks laughed, and Goten laughed with him. Then they dissolved into more kisses and giggles, hands sliding everywhere they could reach until Trunks eventually flipped them over and pinned Goten down to the mattress, their hands as entwined as their fates.
“Ask me,” Goten breathed, looking up at Trunks through heavy-lidded eyes. “Say it.”
Trunks didn’t hesitate. “Marry me, Goten.”
Goten’s eyes rolled back, and Trunks wanted to eat him alive. “God. Again .”
“Marry me,” Trunks whispered, leaning down to trail kisses along his neck. “Be my husband, baby.”
“ Fuck , yes,” Goten moaned, legs winding around Trunks’ waist to pull him down, grinding them together. “I’ll be your wife, too, if you want.”
Trunks groaned, biting down where neck met shoulder and rocking down, easily catching a rhythm until they were lazily frotting. “Wanna be my sweet little wife?”
“Anything you want,” Goten whimpered, hips moving and chasing the easy pleasure. “Wanna make you happy.”
“You already do, baby,” Trunks reassured him, leaning up and stealing a kiss from his hungry lips. “ So much.”
Another tear escaped and trickled down Goten’s cheek, and this time Trunks caught it with his tongue before plundering Goten’s mouth again. Few more words were spoken as they rutted their way to climax, Goten coming first with a silent open-mouthed moan and Trunks following soon after, leaving them even filthier than they were before. But neither man cared, too caught up in the perfection of the night to think of anything outside of how happy and blessed they were to have somehow conquered time and destiny itself to weave their own story above it all.
And that story, in truth, was still only just beginning.
