Been Through Enough

The Prompt: 17/18/Krillin

Someone on this meme had a comment like this in a story they wrote:

(I think it almost goes without saying anon that Krillin's luck suddenly changed as soon as Gero opened those coffin-tubes the twins were kept in. Like the Kamis looked down and said 'hey, the dude's been through enough. Let's throw some hot-assed twins his way. But let's still screw with his head by making one of them a guy.')

Now, I just have to see it. Threesome, please. Not just them jumping Krillin but them jumping Krillin AND each other.

The Fill:

Lying on Krillin’s bed, limbs akimbo after being smashed and grabbed and jammed into terrible places they had no business being for so many reason like decency, and morals and common sense and the laws of the universe.

“Okay, that got kinda…dark.”

“I need a drink.”

“We’re out of vodka, and whiskey. And gin. And that girly rum you like, you disgusting, awful…thing.”

Juunanagou’s only response was to burp, and then groan.

“There should be beer in the fridge downstairs.”

“Do you have anything stronger? Because I need something stronger to block this out.”

“Like poison?”

The twins looked at each other briefly before turning away and shuddering.

Krillin started banging his head against the wall, not even attempting to cover himself with the layer of clothing lying atop everything in the room. Bruises, bite marks, scratches marked strategic areas of his skin, and disturbingly, she had a hard time looking away. He was just so very…bulging and not scrawny. Unlike…others. “I hate myself and want to die. I hate myself and want to die.”

The sound was giving Juuhachigou a headache. “Where’s the aspirin?”

“I dunno.”

“I hate myself. And want to die.”

She shoved away mussed hair with one hand, the other rubbing her temple. “I wish I wasn’t here. That neither of you had ever been born.”

Juunanagou didn’t even cover himself. He simply pushed away the light sheet that had covered him, and stood up. Her eyes closed, trying to block the image out.

But it stayed with her, as did the moans form last night, the tanned back against a white chest, and later a tanned chest and a pale one against that stupid miserable human that kept whimpering to sandwich him and tug at his collar. Mouths on her chest, then getting shoved on the bed, small hands surprisingly rough for such a coward, and then later being shoved every time their hips met and someone kissing between her legs at the same time. Hands buried in black hair. Horrible cursing and orders to do exactly what she ordered, then what that shrimp both she and her brother had wanted to mess with, and why had she said that, why had he said that, and why did he go along with it?

“Where did you even get a leash? And I thought you were straight? And I thought you were gay?”

“I’m full of mysteries.”

She’d never seen her brother so miserable. Not even when he came back to life and she’d had to explain that Goku was already dead, and that no, they couldn’t kill Vegeta, Gohan, or Piccolo. His eyes were lifeless, and considering he was supposed to be her other half, she had no problem with never seeing him again.

Juuhachigou shuddered, and held her head tighter. “You sick bastards. Especially you. No. Both of you.”

“I hate me. Die, me. Die.”

“Let’s never discuss this again.”