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Blackmail	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Listen pal, if you want to give your friends those senzu beans before they bleed out, you have to get our permission. Now. Start stripping."

As soon as Juunanagou said it, it made Juuhachigou laugh so merrily that a reluctant rictus smile pulled at the skin of Krillin’s face.

“What?”

“What?” Juunanagou just blinked.

Juuhachigou was turning slowly to the taller man. “What? You can’t be serious.”

“What? I think he’s cute. Besides, I saw him first.”

“What does that mean?” She sounded defensive.

“Do you even…” He stopped, deciding not to ask if they could even have sex. He didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to even say that word. “Know what you’re saying?”

The two seemed to have picked up on him avoiding saying something. Now the androids were suspicious, like he was the one to be watched.

Gero should never have let them out. What had he been thinking?! ‘Oh, just let out two incontrollable androids that can murder me and hate taking me orders. Nothing bad will come of this!’ Dear Kami.

He couldn’t recall feeling so self-conscious of his clothes. The feeling of them covering his back, his boots heavy on his feet. How was he supposed to take them off? Just strip down to his underwear?

At the very least, it was cold.

“You should hurry.” Juunanagou looked like he was just giving simple advice, like a recipe, or instructions how to get to the mall. “Your friends might not last much longer.”

The hell of it was, he was right. When Krillin turned, frantic, he could do more than sense their life energy slowly passing. They were slipping away.

They were grinning.

Bizarrely, it only made them more attractive. Showing off the nice cheekbones and perfect white teeth. Gero had done one hell of a job with them.

Would it have been worse if they were ugly? Actually, yeah.

Was he really that shallow? Just because they had pretty faces didn’t mean what was underneath was nice. Hadn’t he learned his lesson with Maron?

Wait. But he had lost her because he wasn’t confident enough. Did that mean he should be sure of himself now? But he wasn’t, at all. He’d never even undressed in front of anyone besides Goku. How could they want to see him undressed? To mock him while he was naked? Not even the guys at the Orin temple would do this. Oh, sure, they would towel slap him in the locker room with chuckles, the slaps on the backs when he was trying to shave him head, but never anything that outright involved him being naked.

Oh god. Juuhachigou was leaning a little forward. Interested?

He had no spit in his mouth. All the moisture had seeped out to drip out from beneath his arms and down his face. Dehydrating. Delirious. He had collapsed on the pavement in a stupor while his friends slowly died. Why hadn’t he had breakfast? At least some coffee.

“Are you going to do it?” Juunanagou was all frowns and tanned impassiveness. No one this good-looking had given him a second look, male or female. The android might have been at least as pretty as Maron, but infinitely more terrifying. Eyes paler, and why the hell was he comparing the two? Better than thinking about the blonde android, whose ripped stockings were revealing these tiny slits of white skin of her thighs.

“Or am I going to have to do it myself?”

Krillin’s eyes moved upward. Juuhachigou was covering her mouth to hide a smile.

“If I do this,” he swallowed. “You’ll let my friends go?”

“Sure. Except Goku.”

“What? Why not?”

“Hey,” Juunanagou shrugged. “You haven’t entirely convinced me.”

His chest was starting to ache, maybe from holding in a scream. Feeling his friends slowly sinking further and further, especially Vegeta’s. It was his own fault too, if only he hadn’t opened that door…All Vegeta’s fault. Always. “Oh. Okay. So what do I do?”

Two beams of perfect smiles and blue eyes on him.

Krillin’s shoulders were hunched, his voice a mumble. “What do you want me to do?”

“You could get rid of that stupid outfit.” She sounded so innocent.

It was the bravest thing he’d ever done, just closing his eyes and undressing. Expression either miserable or trapped. Taking his boots and socks off was especially difficult to do blind.

“Aw, is that it?”

“What. What else am I supposed to do?” His dry tongue scraped against his lips, but his eyes remained unopened. Remember Freiza? How horrifying he had been? At least these two hadn’t stabbed him yet. Or blown him up. Yet.

“But you’re just undressing.”

She was laughing. “It’s boring.”

“Exactly. Can’t you at least do it slowly?”

“Yeah. Heeyy. You like dancing, don’t you, Krillin?”

“Um.”He slid off the top of his gi, feeling so stupid. The worst, biggest jackass on the planet. Why would anyone want to see him naked, even to fuck with his head? Had taking off his clothes ever been more of a punishment? Peel off his shirt, slowly with hopes this would end soon, and get rewarded by laughter and whistles that made him blush to his ears. “That’s better.” “Wow.” Throwing it aside and then shoved down his gi, listening to the little mumbles and giggles, and it wasn’t so different from being back at the temple, maybe.

But colder.

Just pretend he wasn’t there. Keep his eyes closed. Push his clothes off to the side where they could be grabbed immediately.

“Oh no. You’re not stopping there.”

Her voice was enough to make the goosebumps on his back multiple and expand further. Painful. Krillin shivered and tried not to look at either of them. “Please,” came out a creaking plead.

“Aw. You look so sad.” The coldest finger stroked his chin. “So pitiful.”

“Please. I really…I really don’t want to do this.”

Juuhachigou’s voice remained sickeningly sweet. “Who said you had a choice? Now, finish stripping.”

Not since Namek, when he’d changed into Saiyan armor, had he been so uncomfortable taking off his boxers. The thin white fabric was the only shred of dignity he had left. Vegeta’s uncomfortable stares while he had to pull on that spandex like outfit had been better than this. “Look at his arms.”

Krillin’s eyes snapped open.

Was she leering? No one had ever looked at him like that before. Like he was meat, just some animal. Not even making eye contact, oh, no, he wasn’t good enough for that. Maron had at least met his eyes. “Look at his abs.”

Juunanagou was walking around him, analyzing him and now all the liquid in his brain was drying up. “Look at his ass.”

Juuhachigou took it one step further, reaching out to grab him. His squeal didn’t even receive a blink or pause. All he could do was lean away and look down at where her hand was. “Forget about that. What about this?”

She was touching him, acting like it was nothing. Cold fingers wrapping around his cock, and no matter how hard he snapped his eyes shut, Krillin was forced to replay the image of her doing that over and over again. Like when Yamcha had walked in on Bulma and Vegeta making out and had nearly puked right on his shoes, ‘you can’t unsee something.’

Of course, then the other android took her lead. Firmer, longer hands just as cold grabbed his ass. Nails dug in, and Krillin could feel his eyes bulging open. What exactly…he wasn’t even sure what they wanted. He was naked. Wasn’t that enough?

Oh. They aren’t joking around. So what are they planning?

Then her fingers were tightening around him, sliding up and down as Krillin’s own hands had done a thousand times before. It seemed impossible that they had such a thing in common. And couldn’t forget the other android, one hand holding him splayed and spread, sliding a finger into his entrance and making him squeal. Swirling, pushing further into him and then pulling out.

Definitely not teasing.

Krillin fell to his knees, wincing at the new bruises on his knees. Like he didn’t already have enough aches and pains from running into Gero earlier. His hands were clenching, and he didn’t know what to do with them. Juuhachigou’s hand slipping away left him cold in the sunny, bitter afternoon. Dry warm skin pressed into his back, something silky, and it took the short fighter to realize that it was Juunanagou. Kissing him, nipping at the knobs of backbone, hands squeezing almost painfully then releasing like he was giving him a massage. It might have relaxed Krillin in another time and place and universe and galaxy, a bizzaro-world, after he’d sustained serious brain damage.

Juuhachigou was stroking his legs, running up his thighs. From this angle, her skirt was running up, and thanks to Vegeta (his finest act), she had holes in her stockings to show flashes of white against black.

“Hey, Juuhachi?”

“What?”

“How does it feel to say that you’ve seen Krillin’s penis?”

“I…what?”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only woman to have ever been able to say that.”

She was laughing, pushing hair out of her face, looking like any young woman. Someone who could laugh at a joke and--

“Hey, Juurokugou?”

Krillin jumped a meter into the air, frantically glancing behind him, at his friends, at Juunanagou, then at the large hulking android that was just standing nearby. Right there. Being unnoticed and quite and so very creepy.

“You wanna join in here?”

Slowly, as though his head weighed him down, Juurokugou turned to look. A tiny small carved his already deeply lined face.

“No thank you.” Just the slightest metallic ringing in his words, like an accent.

Krillin breathed a sigh of relief, while besides him Juuhachigou was laughing and probably just as relieved as he was.

Juunanagou patted his ass, like a kind owner would a faithful dog’s head. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

Those cold hands were cupping and spreading him, making Krillin tense and rise, as though to escape the touch. “Really. You’re a decent piece.”

His voice was tinged with desperation. “Thanks?”

Any relief was gone, sliding away like a weight dropped from a building as hands cupped him again, pressing into the cleft and stroking the short fur, then there was a silky head shoving into his backside, and what was that wet noise, a kiss? After a second, the fighter was able to understand that his eye was twitching, but comprehended nothing else. Licking, long licks. And biting, nibbling and nipping. Something wet pushing inside him, to be joined with fingers, and he was helpless to do anything but lean forward and whimper.

Fuck. Fuck.

That smooth voice as slick as his tongue. “Are you presenting to me?”

“Fuck.” He was sobbing now, wasn’t he?

Her head pressed into his thigh, into his pelvis. Tongue sweeping out to lick up his thighs, one then the other. She ignored his erection, kissing up his stomach and lapping at his bellybutton. One hand was holding his hip in place, the other sliding under her skirt to touch herself. Oh. So they did have parts. Hopefully, the right parts that corresponded with a human female.

After that beating of Gero’s, he probably smelled all sweaty, and of dirt, but neither seemed to complain.

Her tongue was soft and wet against the small black hairs on his body, and Juunanagou was sliding another finger into him, tracing. Aw. Was that a numeral ‘17’? Juuhachigou was licking his penis, just one long slide upward of her tongue, eyes closed like a satisfied cat. Was she even thinking about him? His hand ended up touching her hair, flinching and expecting all the bones in his hands to be crushed, shivering a little at the soft feeling. It was human, felt so much like a humans. She was letting him touch her. How…eerie.

His friends probably wouldn’t believe him if he said that they were even partially human. God. His friends. They were still down there, lying hurt if not near death. Vegeta in particular had gotten badly beaten, what with that crushed arm. He needed to help them. The senzu beans. That was what they needed.

It was like they could reach his mind. She was trailing her hand upward to rub a delicate thumb against his nipple, and Juunanagou was shoving his fingers faster, further into him until his breathe ran short. Something. He was hitting something with the tips of the digits.

What…?

There was something that he was supposed to do…?

“You look so very.” Kissing his shaking chest. Licking away a trickle of sweat. “Eager.”

A whimper came out, no matter how he’d tried to fight it.

Her mouth was wrapped around him, licking the tip in-between sucking on him like a straw and making his hands spasm in her hair. One of his eyes was twitching, please. Juunanagou was licking his face, tongue rolling down his cheek, and his fingers were sliding deeper into him, upward. There were stars spinning in his gaze, bright as Juuhachigou’s hair.

The tips of his own fingers were touching the back of her neck, feeling the skin that had to be the softest thing he’d ever touched. Enough to make him want to curl up in a ball and whimper. Oh god. She feels so very human. Just like any other woman, except for the fact that she’s actually touching me. Looking at me, touching herself.

Juunanagou was biting his neck, rubbing up against him and making him flinch from the feel of something hard wrapped in denim against his hip. Rubbing against him, and for a brief moment, Krillin wondered what it would be like to do what Juuhachigou was doing to him for Juunanagou. She looked in total concentration, eyes closed, head moving downward to swallow more of him. Her spit mixing with his precum and sliding down his length to touch his balls and the image seared itself into his mind.

They were both moaning something, nothing. Krillin’s fingers were touching her hair, thumbs stroking her small pink ears, watching her hand go faster beneath her skirt and feeling Juunanagou grind himself harder into him. Kissing his back and neck, biting him just a little while that familiar heat poured into his stomach and he was painfully hard against her tongue.

Fingers dug back into him, spreading, and no longer anywhere as intrusive as they’d once been. Welcome enough to make Krillin shove himself against them and groan for more. Warmth pressed into his hip, rubbing, teeth nipping into his earlobe. Juunanagou whispering in a voice that he just wanted to fuck him, fuck him right here into the dirt in front of his friends. Then his sister would have a turn.

His wounded friends that he needed to help.

Wait, ‘sister’?

But then Juuhachigou was swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, and looking up at him with a little smile in her pale eyes and reaching up to slide a damp finger into his mouth and force him to taste her, warm sweet salt, all he could do was make some creaking noise of warning while arching his back and feeling the other android grabbing his ass and every muscles tensed then all his energy was being poured out of him like Gero was here, draining it with those creepy hands, and collapsing onto his side and dragged the two teenagers down with him, one coughing and cursing, the other moaning and Krillin could feel sticky liquid burning and dampening against his ass and back.

When he came back to his full sense, it was because Juuhachigou was shoving him away and rolling his eyes saying that she definitely didn’t want to cuddle with him. Her fellow android seemed to have no such qualms, and was pressing him head into Krillin’s shoulder blades. All the short man could do was blink and watch her straighten her skirt and hair, looking nothing like the woman who’d helped blackmail him into some fucked up threesome in front of his unconscious and badly hurt friends. And none of this was his fault.

“Stupid Vegeta.”

She looked confused. “What?”

Juurokugou was frowning at them all. “You scared away the birds. Again.”

The darker android couldn’t help but laugh, and the vibration made Krillin wince as it went through his own chest. It was almost vulnerable sensation. Sounding like any other teenager laughing at a joke. Pressed against the fighter, he felt all bony through his t-shirts and Krillin had to peel him away in order to look for his own clothes.

It was just a bizarre feeling, getting dressed and wondered what to say to them. What do you say in these situation? He wouldn’t have known what to do if it had just been one girl that he’d picked up in a bar, let alone…whatever this situation was. She didn’t look inclined to say anything, already detaching herself from the situation and looking incredibly untouchable, and Juunanagou was still lying on the ground, zipping up his jeans.

As soon as he finished trying up his gi, feeling the small pouch of senzu beans and counting them out, they started to separate. He was back into his friend’s camp again, the heroes of the planet, and thinking about saving them, and they were once again his enemies who were trying to kill his best friend. This was definitely not how he’d thought his first truly sexual experience would go. And with twins. Attractive, young twins. Like something straight out of one of his Master’s magazines. He’d be so proud if he heard that Krillin had a threesome with a set of adorable teenage twins that looked almost identical, until his student filled the old hermit in on that one of them was a guy, oh, and they were the androids they’d spent three years training for, and were out to kill Goku.

Krillin knew instinctively that after Master Roshi finished vomiting, and got over his initial shock and horror, he would ask his pupil how it had been. How had it been? He could only shrug and blush sheepishly. Pretty good. Pretty damn good. Except for the fact that his friends were nearing death every minute.

The only thing they held in common with how he’d initially expected to meet a nice girl was that a woman had been involved. If Juuhachigou even was such a thing. Seemed human enough for him. She was extraordinarily pretty, had these lovely pale blue eyes, and looked nice in a skirt. How much more could he really want? And really, there were probably girl parts under that skirt she looked so nice in. Probably.

If only, of course, she wasn’t a sociopathic monster bent on killing Goku.

‘Sister?’ Hm. Did that mean she was single? She definitely didn’t seem to be disgusted by him; maybe she even liked him a little? He was so bad at reading signals, and aside from his ex, had hardly ever gotten more than a second glance from girls. He couldn’t just let someone like Juuhachigou walk out of his life.

Maybe he could convince her to give up searching for Goku? Instead, well, they could…go out for dinner. And a movie. He would talk to the others, convince them that she had changed. And really, all this was Vegeta’s fault anyway. He’d started this.

Was it so much to ask for a date from a pretty girl? Was that so much to ask from life, to have someone to like him? Even that bastard Vegeta had someone, a wife and a kid that he didn’t seem to care much about. Krillin was a decent guy, a little off sometimes with his jokes at the worst moments and his odd looks what with missing a nose and all and his big eyes. But she seemed to be into that stuff. How else could he meet a girl that was into him?

Well, besides you know, going to bars and asking his single friends (Yamcha) if they knew anyone. God. What was wrong with him? Asking out the girl who was trying to kill his best friend after beating up his other friends (and Vegeta), and was, well, at least part a robot. Oh. And who had recently, along with her weirdo brother, had fostered bizarre oral sex with him. This was what his dating pool had shrunk to? This?

On the other hand. Well, it wasn’t like he had been beating girls off with a bat. Maybe this was it? Maybe this really was the future of his dating life? There were worst things than having strange sex with a pair of robotic, good-looking twins. There were: his life before he’d met them, a lonely complete half to three-quarter virgin rather than the no more than one-third virgin he was now.

He could, he could have a future with them. A weird one, but really, his life was odd enough. Living on an island with a couple of perverts, one of whom was a shapeshifting, talking pig and the other an ancient man over three hundred years old, and him not having a nose and dying twice. Sure. They would fit right in with his alien friends. They could make this work.

They could live with him on the island. He already cooked plenty of food every day (did they even eat? Er…) and there was room enough for them. They could move some stuff around (them being himself) and get rid of that attic full of porn. There would be room for all them. He would get a bigger bed. They would make this work. Holidays might be a little tense, sure, but well, they just wouldn’t spent a lot of time with Vegeta was all. Goku could forgive them, and so could Gohan, and Chi-Chi (in time). And, oh god, oh god, Juuhachigou might have working girl parts, and therefore could have, oh god, babies. Black or tow-headed babies--all of them with her piercing blue eyes. But if she couldn’t have them, Krillin could live without a kid, or maybe they could adopt?

No. He needed to breathe. He was hyperventilating while they were talking casually about their own plans. But. Babies! Children. Oh, Juuhachigou would be so horrified if she knew what he was thinking. Yet he couldn’t stop imagining himself showing up on the Son’s door holding maybe a kid or two in his arms with the two teens rolling his eyes over Goku’s antics. And maybe it was Christmas, and everyone was happy. Even Vegeta. And all the grudges were gone and his life was great, and maybe he was basking in the glow of the sight of Juuhachigou holding their baby while Goku bounced the other one his knee and grinned at them both, proud at how happy his best friend was.

So very horrified. He was creeping himself out now. Hadn’t he been frightened of her only a little while ago? And now he was coming up with names for their kids (Hachi if it was a boy, and dear god, just stop) and planning a life together. Pull it together. All she did was blow you, on threat of hurting you and her brother was right there part of it. He’d be part of your life too, at the least. Think about it. Do you want to introduce Juunanagou as a boyfriend and/or brother-in-law to your friends? Would they support this endeavor?

Goku might. Goku accepted and forgave everyone. Krillin nodded to himself, only learning much later that Goku had been having nightmares during all this involving the twins where they slaughtered everyone, including Goku and himself, and one where they actually yanked out organs during their murder spree. But now, in this moment of hope, he could dream of some happiness while hundreds of miles away his best friend rolled around on the floor in a flurry of pain and horror as the androids killed Krillin and moved onto the taller fighter.

Right after he healed the others. Right after he talked to Juuhachigou and fashioned an argument to get her to change her ways. She could convince her brother, and then they could all laugh and help the others up. They would make jokes about this moment, ‘hey, remember when you beat us all up and left us for partially dead? Then went to kill Goku?’ ‘Hahahah.’

Everything would be okay. He would keep them happy in whatever way he could, and so they wouldn’t kill Goku. In time, everything would be forgiven and forgotten.

The two of them, brother and sister (made so much sense), were leaving with languid stretches to join their huge friend who was still much more interested in the birds than what had happened.

“Are you done yet?” That robotic voice was devoid of any irony.

“Sure.”

She shrugged. “For now.”

“Wait. Wait!”

Krillin ran to join them, frantic, and trying not to wince a little from the minor pain in his backside. “We don’t have to do this. Be enemies? Why can’t we be on the same side?”

“Look. Look.” Juunanagou seemed sincerely interested. “We’ll see you later, okay? Maybe on that tiny island you live at?”

“What?” His Master didn’t like him marrying Maron without his permission, Krillin would have to ask him permission, oh god, what would he say to these two? 'Why hello there. Twins, ehehehe. Wait. You're not a girl! Krillin, did you know that!?'

‘Er. Yes, Master. I. Look. I. Like them. And, well. I’ll feed them and clean up after them. You won’t even notice they’re there!'

But Master Roshi would already be gone, dead and face down in a pile of the porn that had fallen from his stunned hands. Clutching his heart perhaps, sunglasses askew. Almost, but not quite, exactly how the old lecher had wanted to go out. And the androids would nudge him with the tips of their shoes, and ask if that meant they could have his room. The funeral would be the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever experienced, including having Freiza’s horn through his side. But the siblings would look so nice in mourning wear.

In the end, ironically, he was just a product of the upbringing Master Roshi had done.

“Don’t worry.” His grin was a terrible thing. “We can do this again. Don’t worry. Right after we get rid of Goku and make Juurokugou happy.”

“But we don’t have to do any of this. No one has to be hurt. Forget about Goku. You already killed Gero, didn’t you? Why do you have to hurt Goku?”

“Because it’s what were we programmed to do?”

Like he’d also been programmed to blackmail, terrify and molest Krillin. Not even Gero was so messed up as to order such a thing.

The dark-haired teen was shrugging. “See you around.”

She was coming closer, eyes turned up, a tiny playful smile. Bending down gracefully just a little. The touch of her mouth on his cheek was warm, teasing. Keeping him stupidly frozen despite all the other stuff they had done to each other. Despite the fact that one of his friends was groaning in pain from far away. “Good luck.” All smugness and beauty and hair white-gold.

“Oh. And next time, we’re totally going to make you do a real strip tease.”
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