I'll Love You Forever
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,335
Reviews:
20
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 12
Chapter 12:
The sun slanting through the blinds woke me. I squinted as I opened my eyes, unaccustomed to the sudden bright glare in contrast to the darkness behind my eyelids. I glanced at the clock and winced—past my usual time to wake up. I stretched and yawned lazily. I must have spent longer than I thought thinking about Goten last night. The thoughts flooded my groggy mind and I pushed them away with an effort; it would not do to start my day thinking about him, or I would never get over it.
I groaned as I got out of bed. Working so long in the office had created knots of tension in my back. I stumbled into the shower and turned the water on cold until my senses were restored from sleepiness, then twisted the knob to warm. I had an almost obsessive tendency to keep clean, which meant taking more than the normal one shower a day. Today was Saturday, meaning I didn’t have to go into work. I sighed. Saturdays weren’t fun.
Before, I would spend them with Goten, but now I usually ended up going to the place I detested most, my office. I finished scrubbing and shut the water off, stepping out and toweling off. The mirror had fogged up, along with my reflection. Better that way, considering the way I had thinned.
I decided to visit my private investigator to see if he had any leads on Goten’s whereabouts. After throwing on a loose pair of shorts and a shirt, I drove my car to his office.
His secretary greeted me at the desk, looking up with a smile and nod. “Good morning, Trunks-san. If you’ll wait just a moment, I’ll tell the investigator you are here.”
Normal POV
Trunks nodded absently. After a few moments, the secretary unlocked the double glass doors by pressing a button on her desk, and Trunks took the elevator beyond them to the top floor where the detective’s office was located.
“Trunks-san,” the detective said when Trunks entered his large office, looking up from a file of papers. “Please sit.”
Trunks sat stiffly in the offered chair in front of his desk. “Any news?”
“Right to the point, as usual,” the detective chuckled. “I’m afraid there has been no change, though. As I have said before, it is highly likely that Goten has left the country. He has not been sighted, and if he is still in Japan, he is living under a different name, as there are no records of him owning or renting a residence. I encourage you to contact other countries, Trunks-san, for better success.”
Trunks sighed. “I had expected as much. Thank you for your time.”
He left without another word, ‘short and to the point’ being his policy. There didn’t seem to be anything else for him to do that day, so he reluctantly drove himself to Capsule Corporations.
Long after the sun had set, Trunks was still behind his desk. He swiveled his chair around to gaze out the window that ran the length and height of the wall behind him. Red and yellow city lights blended together into a blur in his bleary eyes, tired from hours of paperwork.
The lights were always the same, no matter when he looked at them. Of course, they were off in the day, but that didn’t change anything. They were still the same. The same as the day Goten had left. Trunks suddenly had an urge to get away from it—something very uncharacteristic of him.
Decision made, he scanned his mind for a place to go. “Screw it,” he mumbled, standing and leaving his office. “I’ll pick some place random.”
Trunks' POV
After stopping at home for a quick change of clothes, I jumped out my window, deciding to fly instead of my sleek yet slow sports car. I flew leisurely for almost an hour before deciding to land.
The city had been chosen at random—its lights were slightly more flashy—and I strolled the streets casually. A darker alley caught my attention. A faint light shone on the other side, and I followed it until loud rock music reached my ears.
Goten’s POV
“Kaiyo,” I whined playfully, “not now!”
Kaiyo laughed in delight, but withdrew his hands from where they had been on my waist, dangerously close to being in my pants. “What can I say? It’s simply too hard to resist you, especially when you look like that!”
I blushed. “Kaiyo…”
“Ok, ok,” he chuckled, putting his hands up as if in defeat, “but you’re mine as soon as we’re home.” He left the dressing room, laughing softly to himself.
I sighed with a smile on my face. “I’ll be late at this rate…” I muttered, glancing at my reflection. I applied a thin smear of glitter over my eyelids, providing even more enhancement of my dark eyes; they would shine under the stage light. I grabbed my mask and slipped it carefully on before making my way backstage.
A quick glance between the stage curtains proved my suspicion that Kaiyo was seated in his usual place, far in the back where it was dark and almost impossible to spot him unless you knew what you were looking for. He was always there, at every one of my performances. It provided encouragement to know there was a familiar face in the hentai crowd.
The dancer before me walked past, panting slightly. He gave me a reassuring smile, bending close and whispering, “They’re wild tonight.”
“Great,” I responded sarcastically. The audience had become increasingly hard to hold off the stage, when members of the front row continually leaned onto the stage to grope performers. Oh well, it meant better tips.
I took my place by the pole when the lights blacked out. They almost blinded me coming back on, but I forced my eyes to remain open, so as not to ruin their effect by blinking.
The music crept in and I started moving, using a new routine Kaiyo had come up with. I arched my back, letting the tight leather shirt ride up on my flat stomach, then walked with frustrating slowness to the front of the stage before suddenly sinking to my knees, legs splayed wide open. Hands swarmed over my body, most settling on my crotch.
I smiled before leaning back and gently retracting myself from the touches. Groans of need followed.
A few minutes later, I had discarded my shirt and pants. The audience was positively enraptured by now, roaring for more. I shot them my sexiest smirk before reaching down to the last article of clothing: my lace thong.
The catcalls grew in volume as my thumbs hooked in the sides of the thong. I slowly lowered it while walking back to the pole, wrapping my legs around it and thrusting my hips suggestively.
Just before the music ended, I tore off the thong and threw my head back, gazing with fiery passion into the crowd…and right into ice blue eyes.
The lights shut out, and I collapsed onto the stage. Those eyes…
“Goten,” someone hissed, and I regained my senses enough to stumble offstage for the next performer.
I ran to the dressing room, grabbed my trench coat, and fled.
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The sun slanting through the blinds woke me. I squinted as I opened my eyes, unaccustomed to the sudden bright glare in contrast to the darkness behind my eyelids. I glanced at the clock and winced—past my usual time to wake up. I stretched and yawned lazily. I must have spent longer than I thought thinking about Goten last night. The thoughts flooded my groggy mind and I pushed them away with an effort; it would not do to start my day thinking about him, or I would never get over it.
I groaned as I got out of bed. Working so long in the office had created knots of tension in my back. I stumbled into the shower and turned the water on cold until my senses were restored from sleepiness, then twisted the knob to warm. I had an almost obsessive tendency to keep clean, which meant taking more than the normal one shower a day. Today was Saturday, meaning I didn’t have to go into work. I sighed. Saturdays weren’t fun.
Before, I would spend them with Goten, but now I usually ended up going to the place I detested most, my office. I finished scrubbing and shut the water off, stepping out and toweling off. The mirror had fogged up, along with my reflection. Better that way, considering the way I had thinned.
I decided to visit my private investigator to see if he had any leads on Goten’s whereabouts. After throwing on a loose pair of shorts and a shirt, I drove my car to his office.
His secretary greeted me at the desk, looking up with a smile and nod. “Good morning, Trunks-san. If you’ll wait just a moment, I’ll tell the investigator you are here.”
Normal POV
Trunks nodded absently. After a few moments, the secretary unlocked the double glass doors by pressing a button on her desk, and Trunks took the elevator beyond them to the top floor where the detective’s office was located.
“Trunks-san,” the detective said when Trunks entered his large office, looking up from a file of papers. “Please sit.”
Trunks sat stiffly in the offered chair in front of his desk. “Any news?”
“Right to the point, as usual,” the detective chuckled. “I’m afraid there has been no change, though. As I have said before, it is highly likely that Goten has left the country. He has not been sighted, and if he is still in Japan, he is living under a different name, as there are no records of him owning or renting a residence. I encourage you to contact other countries, Trunks-san, for better success.”
Trunks sighed. “I had expected as much. Thank you for your time.”
He left without another word, ‘short and to the point’ being his policy. There didn’t seem to be anything else for him to do that day, so he reluctantly drove himself to Capsule Corporations.
Long after the sun had set, Trunks was still behind his desk. He swiveled his chair around to gaze out the window that ran the length and height of the wall behind him. Red and yellow city lights blended together into a blur in his bleary eyes, tired from hours of paperwork.
The lights were always the same, no matter when he looked at them. Of course, they were off in the day, but that didn’t change anything. They were still the same. The same as the day Goten had left. Trunks suddenly had an urge to get away from it—something very uncharacteristic of him.
Decision made, he scanned his mind for a place to go. “Screw it,” he mumbled, standing and leaving his office. “I’ll pick some place random.”
Trunks' POV
After stopping at home for a quick change of clothes, I jumped out my window, deciding to fly instead of my sleek yet slow sports car. I flew leisurely for almost an hour before deciding to land.
The city had been chosen at random—its lights were slightly more flashy—and I strolled the streets casually. A darker alley caught my attention. A faint light shone on the other side, and I followed it until loud rock music reached my ears.
Goten’s POV
“Kaiyo,” I whined playfully, “not now!”
Kaiyo laughed in delight, but withdrew his hands from where they had been on my waist, dangerously close to being in my pants. “What can I say? It’s simply too hard to resist you, especially when you look like that!”
I blushed. “Kaiyo…”
“Ok, ok,” he chuckled, putting his hands up as if in defeat, “but you’re mine as soon as we’re home.” He left the dressing room, laughing softly to himself.
I sighed with a smile on my face. “I’ll be late at this rate…” I muttered, glancing at my reflection. I applied a thin smear of glitter over my eyelids, providing even more enhancement of my dark eyes; they would shine under the stage light. I grabbed my mask and slipped it carefully on before making my way backstage.
A quick glance between the stage curtains proved my suspicion that Kaiyo was seated in his usual place, far in the back where it was dark and almost impossible to spot him unless you knew what you were looking for. He was always there, at every one of my performances. It provided encouragement to know there was a familiar face in the hentai crowd.
The dancer before me walked past, panting slightly. He gave me a reassuring smile, bending close and whispering, “They’re wild tonight.”
“Great,” I responded sarcastically. The audience had become increasingly hard to hold off the stage, when members of the front row continually leaned onto the stage to grope performers. Oh well, it meant better tips.
I took my place by the pole when the lights blacked out. They almost blinded me coming back on, but I forced my eyes to remain open, so as not to ruin their effect by blinking.
The music crept in and I started moving, using a new routine Kaiyo had come up with. I arched my back, letting the tight leather shirt ride up on my flat stomach, then walked with frustrating slowness to the front of the stage before suddenly sinking to my knees, legs splayed wide open. Hands swarmed over my body, most settling on my crotch.
I smiled before leaning back and gently retracting myself from the touches. Groans of need followed.
A few minutes later, I had discarded my shirt and pants. The audience was positively enraptured by now, roaring for more. I shot them my sexiest smirk before reaching down to the last article of clothing: my lace thong.
The catcalls grew in volume as my thumbs hooked in the sides of the thong. I slowly lowered it while walking back to the pole, wrapping my legs around it and thrusting my hips suggestively.
Just before the music ended, I tore off the thong and threw my head back, gazing with fiery passion into the crowd…and right into ice blue eyes.
The lights shut out, and I collapsed onto the stage. Those eyes…
“Goten,” someone hissed, and I regained my senses enough to stumble offstage for the next performer.
I ran to the dressing room, grabbed my trench coat, and fled.
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