Another drabble from the drabble meme!

[order_of_chaos]

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Goten/Trunks - for traveling_storm (hope you like it!)


Drift of lavender hair against his face, and Goten is close enough to see the anger
simmering sullenly in cerulean-blue eyes, the razorblade tension that freezes Trunks' posture
in its pose of studied arrogance. Carefully, deliberately, he laughs - so close that his
breath slides a not-so-accidental caress across the prince's cheekbone before vanishing - just
enough to shatter his composure. "I can't believe you're jealous of my sword."

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Black hair and black eyes, carefree smile a trademark of his house, but at the same time
utterly unlike anyone except Goten. And beautiful - he can't forget that, not with the other
so close; not ever, even if he wished it.

"Baka. Of course I'm jealous." And isn't it strange he can admit to that without flinching,
even as the words reveal far more of his heart than can possibly be safe. "You spend more
time with it than you do with me." The memory of his friend's open delight at the idea stems
any regret Trunks might have had for encouraging Goten to learn in the first place.
Goten laughs again - too close not close enough - and he shivers. "I can't allow that."
His hands snap vicelike around the younger saiyan's wrists. "You're mine," he whispers, as
he closes the last scant millimeters of a gap between them.

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