Rules of the Game

Part II: The Game

When Gohan awoke it was dark outside. He could hear running water and crickets nearby; it reminded him of home. Home. Such a hopeful word. Somewhere wind blew in an open window or door. He could smell the distinct scent of conifer trees. He felt at peace for a moment, but that emotion quickly evaporated when he remembered what had occurred earlier.

He sat up slowly as not to rattle the pain in his head. He was on a rough twin sized bed. The sheets were old and patched, but they smelled clean. There weren't many furnishings, save for the bed, a small table, lamp, and a dresser with only two drawers. Where were the rest of the drawers? It was a five-drawer dre. S. Shut up, Gohan.

His head was swimming; well, actually, drowning was more like it. He gingerly fingered the gash on his temple. No blood? Not even a nasty scab? Then he realized that he was wearing someone else's clothes. They fit ok, but were a bit tighter than his martial arts gi, or the clothes he'd otherwise be wearing.

"Your other ones were so gross. Hope you don't mind the new set." He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. It was too dark to see, but Gohan didn't need to see to know whom the detached voice belonged to.

"Where am I?" He whispered. He couldn't make his voice go any louder. Or maybe his voice was loud and the pounding in his head was drowning it out.

"Nowhere. Nowhere important anyway."

"Is this your h-house?" Gohan choked on his tongue; it was paralyzed.

"No." Juunanagou took a step closer, his feet silent on the wood floor. "I figured that for our game to work out you'd be better off well rested." He smirked. How scandalous he could be. Juunana's ego flared. So very clever. "And you did pass out on me earlier. You probably don't remember, do you Gohan? How you passed out on me and I carried you here, so gently, like a child, and I fixed your wounds, removed those horrid clothes of yours."

Juunanagou walked to the end of the bed. The light from the half moon was enough to cast deep shadows on his features. He had changed too. He wasn't wearing the tacky 'Red Ribbon' get-up, nor was he wearing those tight jeans he loved so much. Actually, what he had on now made him look more fragile; more human; more alive. It was a simple white, -or maybe it was gray?- button down shirt with silver buttons. Collar open, sleeves rolled up to his mid forearm. Gohan had never even seen Juunanagou's arms, or any other skin, besides what normally showed with his tawdry Red Ribbon crap. He wore jeans, but they were casual, looser, darker, with no holes. They looked new, yet worn in for comfort. And the lame green socks and blue high tops were gone. They only subtracted from Juunanagou's handsome features, anyway.

What really relieved Gohan, though, was that the gun and holster were missing. Juunanagou could kill him easily without it, but Gohan knew that Juunanagou got a sick pleasure out of shooting his victims to death.

"Do you feel more rested, Gohan? I certainly do." Juunanagou's eyes gleamed like precious stones in the fragile moonlight.

Before Gohan had time to respond, Juunanagou slid closer and cupped Gohan's face in his palm. The android's skin was cool against Gohan's. It felt dead. He shuddered.

"Don't be afraid. This won't be like our usual game." Juunana purred, running his fingers over his swollen cheek, while his other hand ran through Gohan's hair, causing the boy to shiver in anxiousness and fear. He held his face gently and leaned closer, not breaking eye contact. Tilting Gohan's head to the side, Juunanagou placed his cold lips upon the Saiyajin's. He watched Gohan through half-lidded eyes and took notice to the boy's tension and smell of sweat on the surface of his skin. Gohan didn't dare move, but stared off into the dark corner of the room. Juunana pulled back and stroked the back of Gohan's neck. He had a pleased smile on his face; Juunana sat on the side of the bed mere inches away from Gohan's upper thigh. He could feel the warmth emanating from Gohan's skin, so human, so full of human organs, blood, but mostly filled with human emotion. That's all he wanted: the raw emotion that two coupling beings experience. Trust, love, honesty. Too bad he couldn't convey those thoughts to Gohan.

"There is no need to flinch, Gohan, I wouldn't dream of hurting you now." Juunana leaned closer to the frightened boy's ear and licked the delicate skin of Gohan's earlobe. "At least, there will be no reason to hurt you. . . Unless you decide to play unfairly. You wouldn't want to do that, would you, Gohan?" Juunanagou tugged on Gohan's earlobe and nibbled gently with his teeth. He began to caress Gohan's strong pectorals, his fingers dancing across the hard muscle until his fingers rested on Gohan's lap.

"No. I'll play fair." The sound of his voice stirred the still air. It actually sounded like there was some confidence behind his words, but Juunanagou could tell that Gohan was only complying because his life was on the line. After all, if Gohan died, then there would be no one to protect the other young Saiyajin. Trunks was his name.

Juunana leaned back and snorted a little, his lower lip projected a bit in a pouting motion. "Well, you could at least pretend that you like it. If you catch my drift." With the empasis on 'drift', Juunana deftly grasped Gohan's organ through the thin pants. The young man inhaled sharply as his eyes widened with surprise. He wasn't aroused by any means, but Juunana would soon see to it that he would be.

"If you relax, Gohan, you'll like this better. Maybe you'll even come to enjoy our game." Juunana's lips curled into his trademark smile. He began to suck on his captive's ear and lick the sensitive skin behind it. His fingers massaged the warm soft skin in Gohan's pants. Slowly but surely, Juunana's ministrations paid off.

Juunana slid onto the bed next to the boy and climbed atop him to straddle Gohan's legs. He continued to kiss and nibble Gohan's neck and ears until the skin turned bright red, and ragged breaths and moans escaped the scared man's lips.

"Yes, precious, release your desire. You know you want this." The cool lips slid down Gohan's masculine jawline, over the jugular and up the blunt and slightly fuzzy chin of the Saiyajin. Gohan didn't want to admit it to himself, but the feeling of hard, cool, moist tongue upon his hot body actually felt somewhat arousing.

Juunanagou massaged the now hardened organ of the Saiyajin through the thin cotton pants. The organ was so warm, hot even, in his hand. He could feel the blood pulsing throughout every capillary, vein, and artery in the sensitive member. Faintly, Juunanagou could also smell the scent of Gohan's sex. It aroused him in a way that he had never felt before. He wanted more.

Looking into the coal colored eyes of the man beneath him, Juunana couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He wasn't sure exactly why, but his fabricated emotions were attempting to reach out for the man beneath him. He removed his cool fingers from Gohan's hardened arousal and placed his hand gently on Gohan's chest. He looked deeply into the dark eyes. He could see the fear behind them, and the façade which attempted to cover up the dread. Somewhere in the metallic cavity of Juunana's chest, something was tugging at his heart.

He slowly leaned down and placed his lips against those of Gohan. The heat consumed him and he pressed into those lips harder, poking at Gohan's full lower lip with his cool moist tongue. It felt absolutely horrifying to Gohan, but he recripocated. He could feel Juunana's slender fingers running through his hair; it actually felt good, almost reassuring. He had to wipe that thought out of his mind, this was a cold blooded killer he was about to sleep with.

To Juunanagou, Gohan was like a drug, like ecstacy or cocaine. He was powerful and instantly gave Juunanagou a high and a crazy addiction. Pressing his lips into the hot Saiyajin's, Juunana slid his hand up Gohan's shirt. He could feel the rippling muscles and the broken rib, and somewhere, there was an erect nipple. Aha, he found it. He pinched it gently with his index finger and thumb, which elicited an excited moan from Gohan's occupied mouth. This only spurred Juunanagou on further. He kissed harder, pinched fiercer, and probed deeper.

The kiss lingered, yet brokay tay to an awkward trail of kisses down Gohan's jaw and opposite ear. He licked and nibbled fiercly while tugging at Gohan's nipple with one hand, as the other held Gohan's head steady by the roots of his hair. Surprisingly to Gohan, Juunanagou wasn't being rough at all, rather, he was gentle and almost loving.

"Moan for me." Juunana whispered huskily in Gohan's ear. His hand shot out from under the shirt and back to the erect organ hiding in Gohan's pants. Untying the drawstring, Juunana's swift fingers easily found the pulsing member. He began to stroke it slowly, just enough to begin a tease. "Show me if you like it, Gohan." Juunana kissed the side of the boy's face before trailing off down his neck again. He stopped momentarily at the clavicles, kissing and nipping at the sexy protrusions of bone and skin, and then nipped at the coller of the shirt. Gohan followed orders. Heated moans of semi-passion filled the quiescent air of the room.

Juunana quickly became irritated at the shirt. He leaned up and motioned for the boy under him to do the same. Quickly getting the hint, Gohan gingerly removed the shirt and placed it on the bed. Juunana's face lit up; his usually cold smile appeared to have some sort of human-like warmth behind it as he semi-smiled at Gohan's handsome features. Releasing Gohan's aching groin for a moment, Juunanagou cupped Gohan's face as he did earlier and placed a heated and passionate kiss upon those lips. Gohan kissed back; though disgusted to admit it, he was actually taking a liking to this game. At least he wasn't getting the shit beating out of him. And if he obeyed, he would be free to live another day.


To be continued...


Author's Notes: Don't you just hate cliffhangers? I wanted to put the first "sex scene" into one chapter, but decided to leave you all hanging instead! :P

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