"Wanna fly?"

"Nah...let's walk." Goten shrugged his shoulders as he followed his princely counterpart, glancing reflexively behind him once to watch the white buildings of Capsule Corp disappear around the curve of the road. Trotting to keep up, the demi-Saiyan shoved his hands into the depths of his jeans, kicking idly at a chunk of gravel in the road, listening as it skipped off into the dusk and bounced off the curb some feet ahead of them.

"Is it far?" Ebony eyes slid sideways, finding the dim figure through the unruliness of darker hair that tickled his forehead and around his ears.

"Not really," the older demi-Saiyan indicated the road ahead with a gesturing flick of his wrist. "Mama used to go there when Papa was in a mood." Trunks grinned, head turning fully to coax his friend to the same. "You know he can't resist chocolate."

Goten laughed openly, relaxing into the quiet atmosphere of the evening, watching as the fireflies rose in defiance of all natural law, like stars climbing to reclaim their position in the velvet canopy above. "So that's what it takes to pacify a Saiyan prince." Expecting laughter, the darker boy was surprised when his lighter half stopped, long fingers snagging his forearm and bringing his journey to a halt.

"Not all of us..." The lavender demi-Saiyan's voice was low, tinged with the same seducing fervor that his eyes had proclaimed at the dinner table.

Breath hitched in his throat, catching in the snare of his lungs, ambushed by the sudden descending shadow that pinned him in place. Damn Trunks and those two inches he surpassed the Son in height...

Trunks didn't allow Goten the opportunity to stutter out an exclamation. All that left those breathless lips before they succumbed to the superior experience of the older boy was a soft, meek whimper of longing. Strong hands gripped the upper region of his arm, staking claim as they spread outward and under his biceps. The younger demi-Saiyan's fingers twitched helpless against the smooth material of the other's pants as he was jerked against the taller form, mouth opening further, inviting the onslaught of his lips, encouraging it with small nip of his own that made his counterpart chuckle, then attack him again with renewed vigor. Moaning softly into the thickening darkness, Goten's muscles flexed in opposition to Trunks' insistence. Dende, he wanted to run his fingers through that pastel hair...silken strands that were caressing his flushed features with each descension of the taller demi-Saiyan's lips.

Groaning at the loss of his oral obsession, Goten's tongue sought to follow as the lighter demi-Saiyan straightened, that miniscule difference in height mocking him once more with its prominence, forcing him onto the tips of his toes like an eager child, straining to reach what was forbidden from the start. Glassy onyx eyes gazed upward with anxious yearning, breath hitching as his fingers entwined within the cotton loops of Trunks' waist, tugging the material down as his toes sprang him to stand eye level with pale, mischief laden orbs of glittering amusement.

"Patience, chibi," the older boy cautioned jovially, pink tongue tip slithering out to lap teasingly at his dumbstruck counterpart. "We have tonight..." Whimpering pleas never surfaced beyond the enclosure of his throat, the prince silencing any opposition to his whispered wishes with mind numbing licks and nips to his swollen lips. Dende-sama...this was only a kiss... Trunks' twilight words held the lingering caress of a promise he meant to keep when darkness deepened to velvet night.

The youngest Son shivered at the delightfully frightening prospect as the older boy's fingers followed the natural curve of Goten's forearm, ensnaring his hand to interlace warm fingers with his own. A gentle tug coaxed his feet to stumble forward, raven head jerking up to meet laughing eyes of playful periwinkle. Dende, he wasn't made for this shit. That sexy fiend that he had known his entire life was going to kill him with the relentless seduction of his virgin senses. And he was going to do it laughing, the darker boy just knew it.

"C'mon, koi..." Holy fucking...he just called...Goten blushed scarlet at the latest unexpected insertion on his best friend's list of nicknames for the younger demi-Saiyan--chibi, Go-chan, baka, Son...koi...

Bowing his ebony head, suddenly very thankful that Gohan hadn't gotten around to giving him that hair cut he repeatedly threatened him with, Goten glanced coyly through the tangled jungle of his concealing Saiyan bangs. Another lighthearted jerk and the darker boy returned Trunks' infectious smile with an embarrassed grin of impending promise, curling his fingers responsively around those of his lavender prince as he strove to match his stride.

The powder white of the gravel road gradually surrendered to the hazy summer evening, a curving albino snake of disappearing pathway, known only by the darker frame of trees that served as a vague guiding outline for the two silhouettes that diligently traversed it. Goten hardly noticed the distance they traveled, lulled into a content complacency that was enforced by the sporadic blinking of golden light that flickered its fleeting illumination upon the two figures. All he knew was the warmth of those slender fingers, the comfortable, companionable silence, broken only by the string quartet of serenading insects and the occasional interlude of interloping animals, the singular indicator of their camouflaged presence the reflective green of eerie intelligence.

Sneaking a glance to eyes as bright as those that observed their progress, the younger teen marveled at the shadowy relief of dramatic romantic intrigue emblazoned on Trunks' angular countenance. Dende, the man was beautiful...

"C'mon, chibi!" Raven eyes were forced to focus as the object of their idolization turned with a cheerful grin. "It's right around the corner. I'll race you!" There was dust in his face before there was thought in his mind, his paler counterpart slipping silken fingers from his reaching grasp and darting ahead as though to emphasize his statement. Goten watched, speechless as that graceful form was assimilated into the darkness, fading further as the road curved again. His uncommonly placid expression split into a wide grin of affectionate deviance before taking off after the taunting figure of his...Goten snickered. Boyfriend.

Brilliant neon florescence assaulted his night-adjusted eyes of ebony as he rounded the corner, skidding to a hesitant halt as the convenience store lit into view. Squinting his eyes against the harshness of the light pouring forth from the ad littered windows that assured him that Clorox did indeed rid you of all stains for the flooring price of only $2.99!, the younger demi-Saiyan glared at his smirking counterpart.

"Damn, Go-chan," Trunks' insidious look of triumph deepened as he leaned one shoulder against the cool cement of the small square building. "All that food slowin' you down, Son?" Crossing his arms and walking past his victorious friend, Goten met his eyes for a brief instant, with his own look of distinguished feat.

"No..." he smirked, elbowing past. "I just like to watch your ass as you walk away."

A rush of conditioned air greeted his balmy form as Goten activated the whish of the doors, suppressing the conquistador-ian grin of conquest that succeeded the amusing shade of 'fucked' that danced across the bridge of Trunks' nose. Breathing deeply of the relaxed scent brought on by stale, day old donuts and plastic, the Son made a beeline for the candy isle, intent on satisfying his insatiable sweet tooth. Rapidly scanning the vividly coloured pouches that hung enticing from their respective metal hooks, Goten sought out his secret sugar weakness. They had to have them...he just had to have his daily fix, especially if he was going to take Trunks up on his...challenge...

Lips pursing in an 'o' of achievement, the demi-Saiyan reached out an eager hand for the last package of gummi worms. And like this morning, the merciless hand of Dende deemed him unworthy, dashing his hopes as they mounted in a pinnacle of anticipation.

"Truuuuunks-kuuuuun!" The devilish prince stepped backward, prize in hand as the youngest Son lurched to his feet, palm outstretched in pouting expectation. "Givit back, Trunks-kun! S'mine!" Grinning madly, the pastel demi-Saiyan shook his head of lavender hair, holding the candy just out of range, drawing the frustrated Son closer with each taunting denial.

"Uh uh, Go-chan...you haven't earned it." Eyes narrowed, Goten prepared the retaliation of his youthful career, complete with thievery, graffiti, and water balloons. A knowing chuckle brought his eyes from the dangling bait, face flushing crimson in realization as he blinked, his nose a lash's breath from the sultry lips of his deceitful counterpart. Jerking backward, the Son stumbled against the painted metal shelves, gaze flickering in panic toward the bored and yawning form of the only man behind the register left to work the night shift.

"T-t-t-t-t-t-t-runkksssss..." Biting his lip to prohibit the treason of his voice, Goten snapped his head to the side, eyes squinched tightly shut, avidly denying the reality that lay not an inch from his nose.

"You talk too much, koi..." Oh, fuck, that name...Releasing his quivering breath, the younger demi-Saiyan cracked an obsidian eye that widened with each microscopic millimeter that the lighter boy conquered. Dende, here, in the store...?

Sliding shut, Goten's midnight gaze succumbed to the lavender haze of corn silk that veiled his vision. Hot breath against his wetted lips...Dende, he had to remind himself to breathe...

The accosting taste of processed cherry flavouring was not what he expected to obtain from Trunks' angelic mouth. Quirking a brow even as he sucked in the slippery length of his ultimate food fetish, Goten nipped playfully at the finger that held the delectable treat, flashing his teeth in a pearly grin at the soft growling exclamation his oral attentions invoked.

"Feisty when you wanna be, ne, koi?" Seductive...Dende, had Trunks' voice always carried that low, melodic timbre of 'please fuck me'? Swallowing the squishy bits of gummy candy, the darker demi-Saiyan licked the powdery residue from his lips, eyeing the open bag in the other boy's hand.

"You're the one who likes to play, Trunks-kun," Goten murmured, overtaking the unsuspecting figure in one step, fingers locking around the hand which held the torn bag and drawing the wide eyed prince closer. Heh, seemed the boy could dish it out better than he could take it...

The lascivious grin curled its cunning coils under the young Son's nose as he carefully removed the plastic bag from Trunks' limp hand, bringing those tedious and artistic fingers to his lips in one slow, methodical motion. "You wanna play now?" The words were mumbled into the paler demi-Saiyan's palm, Goten's mouth parting to suckle and nip at the sensitive flesh, the fingers twitching against his cheek as he lowered lidded eyes to gaze through thick ashy lashes at the slack jawed visage of his panting pretty boy.

"Go-ten..." Laughing quietly, the demi-Saiyan ignored Trunks' clearly whispered word, though it broke once at his bite--at least Trunks' vocal cords hadn't caught themselves on auto skip. Dammit.

"Goten..." Raven eyes narrowed at the lighter boy's insistence. What, the prince could play but the Son couldn't? Dammit, he'd teach the egotistical bishounen a forgotten rule or two regarding games...

Purring quietly, the provoked Son shoved the boy backward against the frosted glass of the cold food section at the rear of the store.

"Goten!" The boy glared in irritation at the pleading cobalt pools of his counterpart.

"What!" Trunks' blushing face stared over his right shoulder in vacant concentration. Turning his head, Goten was met with the shocked unblinking gaze of the night manager, mouth opened slightly as the man forgot to complete the downward chomp on his gum. Colouring profusely, the demi-Saiyan dropped the soft hand, clutching at his candy with fervent desperation. He followed the dulling white of the taller teen's tennis shoes as they strode to the register, depositing his sweet burden on the countertop, eyes flickering up and away from the embarrassed cashier. Dende-sama was a maniacal bastard...and a damn voyeur to boot.

"I hope you're having a good laugh, you effing Namek..." Goten shuffled his feet as he meandered toward the doorway, waiting for Trunks to pay for the items. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he glanced up only briefly as another customer passed him on his way out the front door. Grinning conspiratorially at the young Son, switching the plastic bag he held from one hand to the other, the man leaned in for a moment.

"Next time try behind the magazine rack...it covers more."