"Couldn't sleep?" Gohan raised his head with an inquisitive whisper as the door to his bedroom announced another's presence with a groan.

"Iie..." The light from the entryway receded to a sliver as the wood was shut, the quiet voice a fitting companion to the shadow that defined it. "They're fighting about you again, aren't they, 'niichan?" The older boy's ebony eyes ceased their memorization of the far wall, gliding along the edge of his bed until they encountered the concerned gaze of his younger sibling. Sighing deeply in resignation-he wasn't going to get to sleep tonight anyway-the elder Son pushed his lean body up against the headboard, reaching down to aid his scrambling counterpart onto the intimidating mattress.

"Hai, Go-chan. 'Tousan wants me to go with him--to train in space."

"And 'Kaasan still said no?" Smiling despite the angry static of his parent's argument that permeated the ethereal beauty of his night soakened bedroom, Gohan threaded a heavy hand through the matted raven locks of the figure that rested a cool cheek against his thigh.

"Gomen-nasai, Go-kun." A small delicate hand slipped along the stretched cotton waistline of his pajamas, wrapping a supple arm around his hip. "I know how much you wanted to go." The taller Son shrugged with a soft jerking motion, as though begging to unburden his teenage figure of the position he was forced to accept.

"Hai...but school starts again in a week and 'Kaasan thinks I've missed too much already. She's not going to let me go."

"We could always sneak out, Go-kun." That chibi grin was infectious, persuading the appearance of the natural cheery quality granted to them both through chance heredity.

"Nah, can't do that, chibi. I'd have to leave you here." Glittering black orbs mirrored back the youngster's disenchantment from beneath concealing Saiyan strands. They lowered in the next instant, the tiny fingers gathering the folds of his navy sweats in a tight fist.

"Then I don't think I want you to go, Oniichan..." Brushing back dull hair heavy with humidity, Gohan smiled reassuringly into the tearing eyes of his chibi sibling.

"I know, Go-chan...I won't. We still have to go camping. I promised, ne?" Eyes that threatened torrential rain immediately broke, allowing the sunny brightness of his normal luster to penetrate. Soft, milky arms were thrown around the older demi-Saiyan's neck, wet grateful kisses planted worshipfully along his throat and collar. Burying his anxious features into the dusky fragrance of his brother's tangled mane, Gohan cringed, the discordant tune of his parent's constant bickering reaching a dissonant crescendo--a cymbal's crash of pots and pans, the finale found in the hollow resonation of the slamming door. The warm limbs constricted with a whimper and Gohan slipped comforting arms around the slender form that had subtly found its way into his lap. Blinking back the burning personification of his turmoil, the older boy forced a shaky breath.

"Don't worry, Go-chan...he'll be back. He always comes back. You know that...ne?" Muffled sniffling rose from the depths of his chest; Gohan could feel the light splatter of hot tears as they dripped off his young sibling's nose, pooling in the hard muscles of his abdomen.

"I-I know, Go-kun...b-but I ha-*hic* hate when they fight." Wide reverent eyes wept with innocent apprehension. "It makes you sad..."

Kami-sama, he could have cried himself; the expression of anguished distress etched into Goten's remorseful countenance was painful to witness.

"I wanna make you happy..." Arching his back, the boy in his lap gripped his older brother's upper arms, drawing his slighter figure upward. Wet, silken kisses caressed his sensitive flesh as Goten's child body rose to conform against his torso.

"I wanna make you happy again, 'niichan...like last time." Gohan's obsidian eyes closed, head tilting in shameful denial.

"Iie, Goten...we can't...I told you...it's not..."

"But it makes you happy again, Go-kun!" That pressing form lurched to its knees, lips eager against his face, seeking his mouth in moist, suckling kisses that left his own lips trembling in their intense aftermath. "And the bruises are almost gone from last time!" Goten tugged up the loose sleeve of his oversized nightshirt, exposing the fading blue and paling purple of his older brother's brand. "We can tell 'Kaasan it's from sparring. Just like last time!"

The boy shouldn't have been smiling, shouldn't have been so excited, so ready to engage in the sinful activity.

"Go-chan..." Gohan's reluctant start was hushed, lost to the smothering darkness of the pitch room. Nothing but shadows on the wall, secrets in the bed...Small and infinitely soft, Goten's hand overcame the simplistic barrier of his old worn pajama bottoms, hand-me-downs from his broader father. The elder Son's head lolled back against the grainy wood as his brother trailed a satiny palm through Gohan's thick ebony down.

"Go...ten..."

"Onegai, Oniichan...I want to...I won't cry like last time, I promise..." The older demi-Saiyan could barely suppress the moan, biting his lip to quell the sacrilegious sound from escaping his mouth. A warm hand slid over the hardening length of his arousal, squeezing a gentle groan from his throat. Goten took abrupt advantage of his elder sibling's position, depositing low lingering kisses to the hollow dip in his throat, short fingers enclosing as much of Gohan's sex as possible for his childlike hands.

He was in sinful rapture as his adolescent body was pleasured by the halting ministrations of his young brother, responding with choked moans of treason--he shouldn't have felt this good...Goten was his brother...

His six year old brother.

The demi-Saiyan's clenched jaw slackened as that little hand picked up its pace, slickened with his own clear salty fluid. "Hai, Oniichan...I remember how you like it...you showed me last time..." Nodding dumbly, the elder Son rested a complacent hand within the thick mesh of midnight that roamed freely across his chest, tiny tongue flicking out with kittenish licks of haste, eager to please his older idol. Dazed and glossy eyes absorbed the moonlight shards of silver that danced along the ceiling, lowering as Goten took the first two fingers of his left hand into that moist cavern of his mouth, suckling, licking, coating the digits liberally with his saliva. Good Kami-sama...

"You do it, Go-kun..." Gohan's fingers were pulled from between those silken lips, held limply in the grasping hand of his younger image. "It always hurts less when you do it..." Groaning, head falling down to rest in the stiff softness of Goten's hair, the demi-Saiyan allowed his fingers to be guided under the younger boy's shifting form, that delightful caress ceasing momentarily as his brother hiked up the hem of his trailing nightshirt.

Kami-sama...the elastic quality of the young never ceased to amaze him. Goten's hitching whine was muted by his older brother's shoulder, the thick fingers that pushed past the barrier of his inexperienced body held by his own small hand. He wouldn't cry, no matter how much it hurt--he'd promised. He wanted to make sure he made his brother happy. And he knew 'niichan could be stubborn.

The heat radiated off his brother's lithe form, bathing Gohan in its loving glow as Goten writhed on his questing fingers. Too quickly, the younger Son began to tug on his wrist, flushed and swollen lips sipping his own, unruly back tendrils seducing the underside of his chin and throat. Removing the appendages as gently as possible, Gohan's bright onyx eyes focused on the panting figure against his chest.

"Goten, are you...ok?" A breathless nod of affirmation as he raised himself eye level with his older sibling.

"Hai, Oniichan...'M ok..." The taller demi-Saiyan's head jerked backward as he felt those tender fingers clasp his shaft, the scarlet visage of his brother tensing in concentration as he lowered himself to press against the enlarged member.

"Goten, matte, you don't ha-aaaahhhhh.....ohh...Kami..." Goten was glad his brother's murmured exclamations of pleasure were adequate in swallowing his own pained cries. He didn't want to upset him--'niichan needed this. The younger boy knew--Gohan had shown him the first time. Goten knew exactly what his brother liked. Gohan liked it when he squeezed his thighs together around his waist; Gohan liked it when he kissed him; Gohan liked it when he said his name.

"Gohan..." Goten ran his small hands through the short mass of his brother's ebony hair, pulling on the ridge of his ears and groaning softly as the older boy began to indulge in the deep warmth of his mouth. His brow creased with a high pitched groan as the formidable hips beneath his thighs suddenly bucked forward with a muffled snarl, tasting blood as the other boy began to succumb to the gradually mounting haze of passion that consumed him. Opening his pliant mouth wider, Goten's fingers curled around the back of his 'niichan's neck, wincing with each bouncing thrust. He knew this would feel good when he was older, when he was stronger, like his brother. When he was better able to handle his brother's power.

"Kami, Goten...oh, Goten..." The younger demi-Saiyan was overjoyed at his brother's softly mumbled words--'niichan was happier already, he could tell. Maybe, if he tried really hard, he could even make up for being the burden that kept his sibling from going away with their father. Gritting his teeth, he returned the older demi-Saiyan's thrusts, pressing harder into the muscled body as large hands conformed to the slight slope of his hips, constricting in time to Gohan's impassioned movements. He'd have to remember to wear a long shirt tomorrow...'niichan liked to leave pretty colours on his hips.

The six year old rode out the frenzied conclusion of his sibling's climax with a weak cry of his own, fingers entwining around the nape of Gohan's neck, young body crushed unforgivingly against his older counterpart. Dende-sama, he felt like he was being torn apart...

And then all the white spots disappeared, leaving him in sanctifying darkness.

"Go-chan...?"

"Gomen nasai, Go-kun, I know I promised..." Gohan's hands left the vicinity of his waist, caressing his back with fraternal affection. Reclining with a sniffle, Goten wiped at the tears in his eyes with the grey cloth that covered his hand--an old favourite of Gohan's. That's why he wore it...it still smelled like his 'niichan. "I'll do better next time, Go-kun...I swear..."

"Shhh...you didn't do anything wrong, chibi." Goten glanced upward with skeptical eyes of liquid night. Grimacing only slightly as his brother lifted him gently, settling him sideways on the narrow lap, the smaller demi-Saiyan coiled unrelenting arms around the bare waist of his pacified counterpart. This was the part he liked most--when 'niichan was satisfied and they got comfy and warm and he could fall asleep to the sound of Gohan's melodic breathing...

"Really?" his whisper was poorly coaxed from a throat still tight in repression of the stabbing pain in his backside that shot like razorblades up his spine with each breath his brother inhaled.

"Hai, Go-chan." A tender kiss to his forehead invoked a thrilling smile of gratification. "Arigato, chibi..." The mammoth yawn blew into the raven mane of his hair, tickling his scalp. In seconds, the teenager was snoring blissfully, arms hooked behind his younger brother's back, cheek pressed adoringly against the top of his head.

Sighing contently, Goten snuggled into the warm embrace of his elder sibling.

He could sleep now too...everything was all better--no more yelling, no more tears, no more things to upset his 'niichan...

And Gohan was happy again.

Just like last time.