~ denotes thoughts

[ ]denotes translations

CHAPTER 3:

“Aloha!!”

“It’s not ‘aloha’, you goof. We are in France, remember?” Goku frowned sternly, but amiably enough, as his eyes were trained on the laptop in front of him.

“Oh well, whatever.” Yamcha grinned at his sulky partner. “Lighten up, will ya? It’s just another lousy job. We will get it done in no time and then we can spend the rest of the days just being…together…” he murmured huskily, leaning in to nuzzle at the thick corded neck.

“Yamcha…”Goku began, his frown deepingly in displeasure.

Yamcha sat up, feeling his heart sink a bit at the rejection. He turned to glance out of the rented van, staring unseeingly at the beautiful Paris boulevards. He felt his throat tighten up in a lump, stupidly feeling the tears about to well up. He hated it whenever Goku decided to act like they weren’t a couple in public. In private, the man was insatiable and demanded attention constantly, but once outside, it was back to ‘we are just partners’ bullshit. Sliding a wary look at his companion, he took in the face of the man he had fallen hopelessly in love with.

They were a great team; no one could doubt that for one second. Their escapades together in just a few short years had made them renowned and admired internationally. Yamcha smiled silently, remembering the first time they had met. He was on his usual solo mission and his job had been to steal away the Baroness de Gaulle’s expensive diamond collection. On getting there however, someone else seemed to have his eye on the prize, as well. It had been a tense moment, as both men had stared down one another, looking for who was to make the first move. What had happened next had surprised Yamcha, (who had always considered himself a pretty fast guy) that he had had to blink in shock. One moment, the diamonds had been in front of him, the next moment; a shadow had leapt away with HIS stash. He remembered how he had chased after the speeding Goku and had managed to tackle him. Yamcha rubbed his jaw unconsciously, as memories of the brutal punches he had received in the scuffle they had had, came flooding back. Piccolo, then relatively unknown, had come to the scene to break them apart. The large green man had then outlined his plans for the two thieves, welcoming them into his organization and forcing them into becoming partners. The rest, as they say, was history.

Yamcha waved and grinned at a smiling young girl as the car sped along the streets. The funny thing was that both he and Goku were polar opposites. Goku was the stronger of the two and had the brains and smarts. He was very committed to his work and did not take lightly to mess-ups or screw-ups. If a mission failed, he was always the first to blame himself. He liked things to run smoothly and making real friends with him was a major challenge. Yamcha on the other hand, was more outgoing and friendly. He was no slouch in the brains department either; if anything, he helped out in the hi-tech part of their work. The one thing they both agreed on was that both hated to fail any mission, no matter how small. ~ Don’t forget great sex and good food.~ he grinned wistfully.

Ah yes! Living with Goku was both a lesson in patience and pleasure. The man knew how to make him sweat on and off duty. Goku knew all his weaknesses in bed and exploited them for all his was worth. Yamcha loved the man with every fiber of his being. His strength, his pride, his courage and his beauty. He had told Goku about the way he felt, but Goku had never said the same to him. Knowing how dangerous their jobs were and how both or one of them could be killed at any given moment, he wondered if his lover and best friend would ever really admit his own feelings. Sighing, he shifted in his seat and leaning forward he asked the driver,

“Ou est la banque la plus proche?” [Where is the nearest bank?]

Goku jerked his head up and turned velvet eyes to his partner. Raising eyebrows in question, Yamcha answered him curtly, “We need to check it out, remember?”

“Oh yeah…is everything all right? You don’t look so hot.”

“Gee, thanks a lot for noticing, friend.” Yamcha snapped in irritation and turned his eyes back to the window.

Goku shrugged and turned his attention back to the instructions Piccolo was giving to him via his laptop. The Don’s men were heading this way, as well, and he had no intention of letting them to the crime site first.

Trunks glanced over at his mate with frustration. Pale blue eyes looked back, as well, a mixture of anger and frustration in them. Raditz had positioned himself between the two of them throughout the flight and now in the rented car.The need to touch each other was becoming too difficult to control. Trunks was burning up with need and he threatened to snap at any second. Suddenly, 17 spoke up to the driver,

“Pardonnez-moi. Pouvez-vous recommander un restraurant?” [Pardon me. Can you recommend a restaurant?]

“Oui monsieur.” The driver replied.

Leaning back against the seats, smiling with inward satisfaction, he turned to see his companions staring at him in bemusement.

“I am hungry.” He said simply, winking silently at Trunks.

“Yeah. Me, too.” Raditz said, laughing. “I sure hope they have better food than that garbage they fed us on the plane. Hahahahaha!!”

17 fought the urge to knock the man unconscious. If all went well, hopefully, Raditz would be out of their hair for at least the rest of the day.

“Ah! Merci beaucoup!” [Thank you very much].

The British man smiled at the taxi driver. He stepped onto the sidewalk that housed the Paris Treasury and his grin was quickly replaced with a frown of concentration. He wondered if any of the others had arrived here yet. Adjusting his hat, he walked into the large building. He had to be fast, he had no time to lose.

Walking up to the foyer, he looked down the double spiral staircases that graced the large hall. People walked briskly around him. No one took notice of the middle aged British man that stood in the middle of the room. The man surveyed everything with a sharp eye. He noticed the placements of the surveillance cameras, the security guards and the offices that led to where the coveted item lay.

~ Nothing to difficult ~ he mused silently. He could easily disarm those. He had studied beforehand the structure and layout of the building, so he knew where each alarm or signal lay. Tipping his hat in greeting to a passing young lady, he walked slowly out of the building. Turning around he bumped into the solid chest of a tall man, knocking his hat off in the process. Both bending down quickly to retrieve it, he raised his eyes to stare up into the sunglass covered ones of the other man.

“I am really sorry…” the taller man began apologizing, trying to lift him up.

“I am fine really.” The British man said smiling. “Just a bit clumsy there.” Noticing the long black hair and how strong the man was.

“Come on Yamcha, let’s move it.” Goku said briskly, nudging him on the arm. “Again we apologize for the inconvenience.” He said quickly to the smaller man, as sea-green clashed with velvety black.

The man stared back in amusement. ~ Goku and Yamcha, huh? The world famous crooks.~ Watching as Goku tugged on his reluctant partners’ arm and practically drag him into the building.

~ It was a pleasure meeting you both.~ he thought, chuckling quietly.

Slipping his hat back on, he strode out into the bustling Paris street and quickly lost himself in the crowd.

17 watched in disgust as Raditz began wolfing down his fifth plate of food. Trunks sipped quietly on his beer and watched the expression on his face. They had hardly eaten anything, their plan being to spend all the time on the big oaf and making him too drunk to think. As soon as he was passed out, they would head on out to the Treasury and take a quick look around to make sure that they were doing the right thing. All the plans of the building design and structure had been given to them already. So 17 was pretty much prepared for anything.

“Hey, Raditz….you want some more beer?” Trunks asked.

“Hey, man! Bring it on!!” the man bellowed out, causing more than a few glances to slide towards their table.

Mumbling curses under his breath, 17 signaled the waiter for more alcohol. ~ Drink all you can Raditz, my friend, because I have plans for you soon.~

Half an hour later, he was giving the French taxi-driver instructions on the hotel that Raditz was to be taken too. The man had passed out eventually, and now it was time to put their plans into action. They both watched the taxi drive out of sight. Grinning in pleasure, the dark haired man turned to his companion. “Alright koi, lets’ do this!”

Yamcha watched his love eat, his own food left untouched. They were both dining out tonight and Goku had chosen this quaint but beautiful little café for both of them. Their table was situated far from the main floor and placed conveniently in a tiny nook. Surrounded by artificial flowers and bushes, the soft melodic sounds of a waterfall and exotic birds completed the romantic scene.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Goku asked, raising sparkling eyes to his mate.

“Sure…” Yamcha mumbled, feeling his face flush at the look he had just received. He began digging into his plate, not really tasting anything. He wanted this man to touch him, even a little kiss, after all people couldn’t really see them.

“Goku…I…” he began, and then stopped, as he was sure he knew what Goku was going to say. But darn it! He had to try.

“Well, what is it, koi?” Goku asked, leaning across the table and taking the trembling hands of his mate into his own.

“May I…I mean…just a little…”he could already see the shake of Goku’s head in refusal, and he continued in a rushed whisper. “ No one can see us…all I want to do is just give you a peck on cheek that’s all! Is that so wrong?”

“Chikuso! Yamcha!” Goku whispered back fiercely. “How many times do I have to tell you…we cannot do that sort of thing outside…in public! I can kiss you for as long as you want when we get back to the hotel room! Why is it always necessary for you to display it to the fucking world?” he finished off angrily, stabbing his fork into his plate of food.

“But…Goku I…I love you.” Yamcha finished miserably as he looked at the closed look on his partner’s face. This obviously meant that the conversation was over. Sighing, he pushed his food around his plate and tried hard to control his trembling. For several minutes, a tense silence filled the air around them and Yamcha felt like screaming in frustration.

“As soon as we get back to the hotel, I want us to do another quick run down of the operation.” Goku began speaking tonelessly. “I want us to be in top form, tomorrow night.”

Yamcha didn’t answer. He didn’t need to, as Goku continued outlining the plans for the heist they had agreed to carry out in twenty four hours. According to their sources, Don Bejita’s men were in town and they, too, had planned to raid the Treasury on the same night. Not if Goku had anything to do with it. Raising hurt filled eyes to the full, sensual lips that had done so many wonderful things to him, he listened silently to his partner.

“Ahhhh….yesss, Trunks!” 17 moaned lustily, as his nipples were tweaked and suckled with increasing pressure. Sinking pale hands into the lavender locks of his lover; he arched upward into the teasing warmth and groaned with even more pleasure as his turgid flesh was stroked at the same time.

Luckily, Raditz was still passed out and they had both been able to finish their surveillance of the Treasury in record time. Unable to control their lustful urges any longer, they had rented a nearby motel room and had barely gotten into the room, when they had both begun ripping each other’s clothes off. Hardly waiting for any sort of foreplay, they had sucked each other off in a frenzy, both cuming so violently that the aftershocks had taken them almost an hour to overcome.

Trunks licked off the pale chest, murmuring sweet nothings and leaving bite marks on the smooth flesh. 17 ground himself against him, sucking his fingers seductively and coating them thickly with his saliva. Reaching over, he plunged them into his lover’s anus and groaned as Trunks jerked up, causing both of their now erect member’s to rub painfully against each other.

Capturing swollen lips in a bruising kiss, 17 pumped faster into the tight heat. Trunks arched into his body, gripping the other man’s head and deepening the kiss with even more intensity. Sweat poured off their bodies, as they strained against each other’s fevered flesh. Releasing their lips, Trunks gasped as his pleasure spot was reached and stroked over and over again. He threw back his head and screamed as he spurted his seed again for the second time, coating both their bellies with the thick juice. Collapsing on his lover’s body, he licked himself off and raised his semen coated fingers to his mate’s lips. 17 swirled his tongue around the digits sensuously, moaning as he slowly pushed his penis into the prepared opening. Trunks stiffened for a moment and then relaxed as he pushed himself all the way down on his lovers’ hips. Raising himself up again, he looked deep into the eyes of the man he loved and then shutting his eyes; he impaled himself on the turgid flesh.

Twin cries of indescribable pleasure filled the room as both men pumped away feverishly. Raising himself up, 17 clutched Trunks in a death grip, feeling his orgasm coming at an intense pace. With a howl, he bit into his lover’s neck, tasting the warm blood as he spasmed and released his own hot semen into the tight body. Trunks jerked with the pain/pleasure from the bite and for the third time that night spurted again onto his lover.

Collapsing limply onto the sticky evidence of their coupling, they kissed softly.

“Sugoi!” Trunks said weakly. “I hope we have enough energy for the heist, tomorrow. At this rate, we might never make it out of here.”

17 chuckled and smoothed the lavender locks. He listened to the soft, even breathing of his mate, knowing that he had fallen asleep. Frowning, he turned to stare out at the Paris night. The heist tomorrow was going to have to be done quickly. He knew that Goku and Yamcha had arrived here and that they too were gunning for the same thing. So why couldn’t he shake off the feeling that there was somebody else involved, as well? Somebody that was even more cunning than the four of them put together. Somebody that reminded him of a certain ninja in a dingy alleyway.