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Warning (because you know the disclaimer.)
1. PwP--seriously no plot. Very little explanation. 
2. Mirai Trunks/GT Trunks (basically grown-up Trunks.)

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Narcissistic

by Card

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It wasn't incest. It couldn't be incest because it was him. Granted, it was a Mirai version of him--one from an alternate future, and granted they did technically have the same parents, and they were technically two different people but it still wasn't incest.

It was masturbation.

Because it was his hand that was curled around his erection, his mouth that sucked on his neck, his body that was lying right next to him, warm and sweaty and his voice that made the little mewling noises.

It just wasn't him exactly. It was Mirai.

"Stop thinking so hard," Mirai said, looked up at him. Such a look on his face, concentrated, annoyed, impatient. His hand tightened and the leg he had over Trunks tightened and pulled them closer together. The mouth found his and he moaned into it, opened his own lips, let the tongue slid into his mouth and sucked on it. Because they tasted the same, because Mirai knew exactly what to touch, when and how hard.

He would have opened his legs, to give the other boy more room, but the leg over his kept his knees closed and he whined into kiss. Wanted more, wanted to move from this thing where he was being petted to the next thing. He moved restlessly against the hand. Mirai pulled away from him and gave him that annoyed look again, but with amusement this time, taking just an ounce of pity on him. Just enough that he loosened his hand and pulled away, rolled onto his back and Trunks followed him, threw his leg over the slim hips, straddling him. Kissed the identical lips, tasted the identical taste. Rolling hips down against an identical erection and felt the fingers on his ass, pulling him closer and kneading his skin.

He pulled away from the mouth, down the pale neck, over his collarbone and to his chest, ran his tongue over every little scar--scars that only Mirai had, scars from fighting androids and Cell--sucked on them, and heard the catch in the breath, felt the heart beating faster, and tightened his knees around the slim hips reflexively, jerking down against the hot flesh against his. Moved lower, to the muscled stomach, following the indented outline of the muscles, tasting the salty sweat of his skin and the hands were in his hair now as he slid back. Went further down, followed the line of muscles, below his navel, down his hip...

Looked back up at the face, at his expression, the panting look. Sweaty and desperate. Hands in his hair, pushing his head down, legs drawing up, out of his way and the whining pant.

It was narcissistic, how much he liked that noise, that look, the hands on him. But he shivered with it anyway, felt the jolt go from his hips up, exploding out in his belly and chest. To his mouth, and he let his mouth hang open, looked back down and the hands pushed his head down again, he moved. Let Mirai push into his mouth, ran his tongue against the hardness, closed his mouth around him and sucked on him. Pulled him in deeper and put one of his hands on the creamy pale hip under him, holding him down as the other boy tried to jerk upward.

Listened to the sounds he made. Pants and pleas, nonsensical words that were always better than anything he could have said. Pulled back so he could breath and licked the erection while he caught his breath. The fingers fisted in his hair and he was pulled back up, pressed back against the bed, flat on his back, mouth on his. Demanding the taste, and the feel, knees between his, shoving his thighs open and the whole weight of the other body settling against him. Pressing him until he couldn't breath, but it was a nice way to go.

Slick hot skin against him.

They gasped for air and panted against their faces, rubbed their erections together as they shivered and he dug his hands into the pale skin as pale hands dug into his skin.

Identical expression on the other face, and he groaned, curled his legs around the body above him and rolled his hips as best he could, rubbing the erection against his ass, so close to where it should be, and Mirai groaned with him, fumbled around the ruined bed until he found the open tube. Pushed himself up on his elbows so had the space to squeeze the lube onto his fingers and slicked himself.

Trunks pulled out from under him, sat up against the wall, looked at Mirai as he bit his lip and fisted his erection. Swift strokes, coating himself. Such a pretty sight. The blush that covered the body, the sweat, the shine, the pant and the almost pained look of pleasure on the face. Purple hair falling into almost closed blue eyes.

He licked his lips. Panted hard. His thighs prickled and burned, spread apart like they were and he touched his own erection, saw Mirai looking at him, saw the stretch of a grin. Then he was grabbed, strong hand jerked him up, onto his knees, shoved him back against the wall, and he slid his thighs around the Mirai's body, up high, so his knees were against the chest, and felt the thrust into him. Moving deep--fast--and then the mouth on his.

Swallowing his groan, the almost yell. He quaked with the suddenness of the invasion, the wet rub of hardness against him inside, the fullness and the strangeness as his body clenched down and quivered.

The mouth moved way from his, the hands moved down, around his waist, holding his hips away from the wall as the upper body leaned forward, and he was trapped like that. Shivering.

The first thrust made him groan, and tears slipped down his eyes--stupid false tears--he clenched his legs around the body in front of him. Didn't have to tell Mirai what to do because he knew--felt it just the same and reacted just the same. Kissed his collarbone and thrust into him again. Drawing out slow and moving deep and quick.

And it changed. Just as simple as a whine, and he was being pounded into the wall, unable to breath or think. One hand above his head, clawing at the wall, the other wrapped around the shoulders in front of him face pressed together, panting and gasping, urging his hips forward into the thrusts, meeting violence and need with urgency. Fucking back as he was impaled, wanting more of it, and more of it. Hand in the purple hair now, and he couldn't breath enough to pant anymore. Dropped the arm from above his head and clawed the long back, trying to urge him deeper or farther, felt his head tip back and then forward.

Restless.

Thrust back, harder. Faster.

He was dragged away from the wall, and let his upper body fall back, bowing his body like an upside down U, and the hardness in him moved deeper, so he could feel it in his gut, where the tension coiled. Hands moved down to his ass now, spreading him wider open and the panted curses as power spiraled up. Anger, need, violence--

Thrusting into him. He was shaking. Everything was shaking. He closed his eyes and bit down on his knuckle as he screamed through his clenched teeth, and everything burst around him, a brilliant white-blue moment of perfection when he felt everything. Every touch and drop of sweat, every breath, every everything.

Right down to the rippling inside of him, the wet heat and his name being choked out in his own voice. He pulled himself back up, so they were rubbing together everywhere as they shivered with the climax, and he kissed the identical face with the identical taste and ran his hair through the identical purple hair.

Utter fucking perfection.

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Mirai: *smirk* I am soooo good.
Trunks: And pretty. *pets*

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