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Me: Do you want fluff or smut? Twinky: Both works Me: -writes neither-

FOR @eruditiety

He was twenty, Trunks was twenty one. Their relationship had existed ever since Goten had turned sixteen and the lavender-haired asshole had decided that getting drunk was an appropriate way to celebrate. A few beers had been followed by a few shots, and some ‘playful’ fighting and teasing resulted with Trunks’ hand up Goten’s shirt and his mouth swallowing the moan that was slipping from his throat. If Goten hadn’t started to turn green (something that Trunks had noticed before getting puked on, thank Kami) and hadn’t emptied the contents of his stomach into a trashcan, their first time together wouldn’t have taken an additional three years.

Training had been Trunks’ idea. Goten would hem and haw every time it came up, and would try to find any excuse to postpone it. In the end, though, the training was for his benefit. It was to teach him better control over the violent sociopath he turned into in his super form. Gohan and Chiyori had done their best to help him by helping him stay in form longer while just sitting, but there was a world of difference between that and the maddening urge to kill that raged through his veins when he was fighting.

“Geeze Goten, if I had known you were gonna be this shitty today I wouldn’t have bothered showing up.” Trunks sneered as he spoke, sidestepping a sloppy blow from Goten before catching him in the gut with his fist. A pained grunt escaped him as tired, shaky legs started to give out. Golden energy flickered before fading, and Goten’s blond locks melted back to black. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m even wasting my time on you.”

“Shut up.” Goten hissed as he tried to get back to his feet. Trunks’ knee slammed into the side of his head. His head spun, balance twisting and tilting as his upper body slammed against the floor.

“I could be doing something else with my time. Seriously, you’re just wasted effort. I might as well-”

“Shut. UP!”

Afterwards, when all was said and done and he had been able to talk to him about the incident, Trunks had admitted to crossing a line with his words. Battle drive had fueled his sadistic side, though, and taunting Goten seemed like a brilliant way to keep on pushing him and keep his emotions from leveling off. The only way to learn to control himself would be if he was tested, after all.

The energy that flared around him was laced with lightning, and the force of the ascension was enough to slam Trunks back. Rocks floated around him as the ground beneath him shuddered, groaned, and then cracked. It was a crater impact around him as he slowly pulled himself to his feet.

Trunks smiled, smirked-- until he saw the dead gaze in Goten’s eyes. Flat affect darkened his vivid green gaze, and the wicked smirk that curved his lips didn’t come close to touching them. There had always been something dark inside of him when he was super, but now it seemed more like part of him was dead.

“Alright.” Initial warning signs were ignored as Trunks grinned as the other. “Now things are gonna get-”

A fist collided with his jaw. Snap, c r a c k, and Trunks’ head whipped to the side. There was only a fraction of a second before he recovered-- but it was a fraction too long.

Just a fraction too slow to avoid the knee that connected with his sternum, cracking the base of his rib cage.

Just a fraction too slow to avoid the ki blast that crackled the skin and flesh of his torso, causing skin to blister and bubble before splitting open at oozing, burned seams.

Just a fraction too slow to pull his arm back before Goten twisted it, shoulder popping out as his elbow screamed. There was an awful grinding sound that was coupled with a lung-paralyzing burst of pain that came from the stretching and snapping of the tendon.

Just a fraction too slow to avoid the heel that connected with his knee, patella cracking in half as his leg was suddenly bent backwards.

The same sadistic smirk was still painted along Goten’s lips as he stared down at Trunks. The same dead stare was in his eyes. There had been burning fury and desire before, but all of that had been replaced with a cold desire to just hurt. Pleasure was muted, his feelings were muted, and the only sensations that seemed to actually burn through his veins were the aches that were couples with every hit and blow that slammed against Trunks.

He couldn’t stand, and the little energy he had left would have been barely enough to let him hover. Trunks had little more than a moment to reflect ruefully on the fact that they both had no senzu beans and that no one had been given their training location before a hand closed around his throat. His body was slammed back, pain screaming through his shoulder and knee for a split second before it was replaced by panic from his inability to breathe.

Goten’s weight was settled back on his hips, removing the leverage his uninjured leg made have proffered him. One arm was useless, and the other could only uselessly beat against his chest as Goten’s hands clasped tightly around his throat, windpipe slowly crushed as his hands tightened. Fighting was a noisy, labored effort, but death was silent. Death was a low whine coupled with the slight scuff of heel rubbing against cracked ground, and a fist thudding against flesh.

Trunks pressed his hand against Goten’s chest before reaching up, fingers dragging down his cheek. He was dying. He was dying as Goten slowly and methodically choked him-

“..-ove you.”

Blank eyes widened as his grip slackened ever-so-slightly.

“I… l-love you.”

Goten blinked as he stared down at Trunks. Broken jaw, broken nose, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder, twisted elbow, shattered kneecap- and the stupid idiot was smiling softly, gaze gentle and laced with affection for the man that was murdering. “I love you.”

Fingers went slack around his throat as a tremble began to race its way up Goten’s arms. The lightning in the air around him vanished as the gold faded from his hair. He blinked-- and then sobbed, hands flying up to his own face as it all hit him.

He almost killed him.

“Trunks-- Trunks, f-fuck, Trunks--” His voice hiccuped as he shifted off the other. “I-- ‘m suh-sorry, I’ll f-fix it I’ll-”

“I love you.”

The hand was still pressed against his cheek and Goten reached up, pressing his own hand over Trunks’. He should have hated him. He should have been terrified of him. How long had Chiyori and Gohan shared furtive glances with each other whenever Goten seemed irritated or upset? He was a monster and monsters deserved to be judged and alienated, mocked and scorned.

“I love you.”

Goten’s face crumpled as he leaned down. You weren’t supposed to move the injured party and yet he hugged him tightly, face pressed against the crook of Trunks’ neck as he sobbed.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay.” His moveable arm curved around Goten, hand rubbing his back gently. “It’s okay. I love you. It’s okay.”

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