To distract himself

I'm not convinced yet that this is any good. I don't dislike it, but it's... I don't know. I think it might be too long.

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Even perfection wasn’t above the occasional surprise.

Which is why Cell wasn’t afraid to admit that he was a little surprised when Goku removed himself from the battle and sent his young son to fight in his stead. Surprised, but not unhappy with the turn of events. The fool had even given him one of those magical beans of theirs so he could recover the minimal amount of energy he had lost in their battle. It was almost as though Goku wanted to see the Earth destroyed.

Cell knew that there had to be some kind of plan behind all of this, some sort of trickery, but he wasn’t worried. Did they think that a perfect being such as himself fall for a simple trick? Preposterous.

At least, he reflected as he and the boy fought, he could have some fun before destroying them all. Yes, he had other plans for how the fight with this child would progress.

He landed a perfectly placed kick that sent Gohan flying into a nearby cliffside. He himself landed several yards away, in between the young warrior and his friends. Cell waited, gathering energy for phase one of his plan.

After a minute, Goku’s son blasted himself from the rubble and stood, glaring at the android. He looked almost unhurt, but a thin sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead.

“Young man, I confess to boredom.” Cell drawled. “Alas, you just aren’t entertaining me like this.”

“I’m heartbroken.” Gohan snapped.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry; I know exactly how to spice things up a little.” Without waiting for the young warrior to respond, Cell focused, and spawned eight Cell Jrs.

As the Earth’s warriors looked on in various degrees of horror, Cell sent seven of the creatures to the massed group, ordering them to keep the other fighters busy. The eighth creature was given a different set of orders, and it slowly advanced on Gohan.

Cell smirked as the boy assumed a defensive stance, thinking the little blue android meant to attack him. “You think I’m going to be beaten by this thing, Cell?”

“There are more things to life than just battle, Gohan.”

Confusion creased the young half-Saiyan’s face for a minute, and was quickly replaced with a blush as he remembered what had been happening the last time he had seen one of these creatures. Cell’s grin widened.

Gohan’s revelation had come too late; Cell Jr. launched itself at him, tackling him in the midsection and toppling him. Tangling the boy’s legs in its own, Cell Jr. began tearing at the waistband that was the only thing separating it from its task.

For his part, Gohan tried to fight the creature off, hitting its head and attempting to get up, but it just absorbed everything and pinned the boy by the waist, which it succeeded in unclothing.

Cell watched on as his creation managed, despite Gohan’s best effort, to lower itself onto the preteen’s flaccid phallus. “No! Stop!” A surge of energy, and Gohan punched the thing clear of his body. Cell Jr. flew several dozen yards and landed in a pile of rubble.

Gohan got to his feet, trying vainly to fix his destroyed clothing, and Cell’s offspring tackled him to the ground again. They rolled about thirty feet, and wrestled for position. Eventually, Cell Jr. came out on top, its knees on Gohan’s shoulders and its hands holding the boy’s legs.

The little android’s mouth clamped down on Gohan again, this time staying put. The boy yelled and fought, but could do nothing. In the background, Cell was aware of shouts from the half-Saiyan’s friends, but they too were helpless against his perfect creations.

Watching the show unfolding in front of him, Cell allowed his hand to drift down to his midsection, where he retracted his armour, grabbed himself and stroked his erection as he watched his offspring fellate the thrashing Gohan. It was much more…arousing than he had anticipated.

Eventually, the boy’s cries changed slightly in tenor. They were less frustrated and angry, more stilted, licentious. He wasn’t fighting now, well, not as much, anyway. The plan was going perfectly. Not that there was any other way it could have gone.

Cell could see the boy turning his head slightly, and leaned in a little to get a look. Cell Jr. has uncovered itself, and was trying to work its way into Gohan’s mouth. Caught though he was in the feelings his young body was experiencing for the first time, Gohan still wasn’t ready to allow such an intrusion, it seemed.

Still stroking himself, Cell strode over to where they lay on the ground, and crouched in front of Gohan’s face, so that all the young Super Saiyan could see of the android was his sex. Gohan tried to turn his head, but was met again by Cell Jr., seeking entrance. He settled for scrunching his eyes shut.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like the view, Gohan?” The boy tried to growl, but it came out as more of a moan. Cell chuckled. “Not to worry. I think I’ll manage to cure you of that soon.”

Whether or not Gohan heard him was up for debate, but it didn’t really matter. Cell remained where he was a while longer, until he felt the now-familiar tugging sensation in his groin.

His aim was perfect; his seed splattered all over Gohan’s face. The boy recoiled, crying out. Cell took the opportunity to stick a finger in the young mouth, which was promptly bitten, drawing blood.

Yanking the digit from the wet little cavern, Cell shook the pain from his hand until it regenerated back into perfection. Gohan already seemed to have forgotten his disgust, and was now panting heavily, his face contorted in exertion. Moving between Gohan’s splayed legs to crouch in front of Cell Jr.’s head, he continued to watch the proceedings.

His creation was holding nothing back. The entirety of the boy’s shaft was engulfed in its mouth, and it was somehow managing, thanks to the relatively small size of the organ and its own better-than-human anatomy, to reach its tongue out every few breaths and lap at the hairless testicles.

Cell added another straw to the camel’s back, as it were, by slowly inserting his still-wet finger into the groove between Gohan’s gluteal muscles, specifically rubbing the anal sphincter. As the young warrior’s moaning grew decidedly louder, Cell pushed into the ring of muscle and onward, slowly, until he was up to the second joint.

Gohan let out his loudest cry yet; his breath caught and he arched his back as he came into the eager mouth of Cell Jr. Cell removed his finger as the boy collapsed back into the dirt, trying to catch his breath.

The blue android lying on top of Gohan, however, was not inclined to let him recover. It leapt from its position and flipped over, landing back on top of the boy, now face to face with him. It leaned down and licked some of Cell’s semen from Gohan’s cheek, then shimmied down to align itself with the half-Saiyan’s behind. Without ever so much as slowing down, Cell Jr. pushed itself into entrance, bringing forth cries of pain from his unwilling partner.

Cell Jr. thrust itself in with gleeful abandon, over and over, establishing a rapid pace. Cell returned to where he had crouched previously, beside Gohan’s head. “This is partly your doing, you know.” He chided. “If you had only returned the favour my creation here was granting you, this wouldn’t be as painful for you, and it likely wouldn’t feel its need so urgently.”

“Go…go to…go to hell… you monster…” The boy managed between grunts. Cell Jr.’s fingers dug into his shoulders, which would doubtless leave some impressive and hard to explain bruises, though those were probably not going to be the most of his worries later. Cell put a hand on Gohan’s cheek, stroking it lightly as he watched his creation continue its deflowering of the boy. When he saw its thrusts speed up incrementally, heard its grunts do the same, he cupped Gohan’s chin and leaned down to cover his mouth in a forceful kiss.

Gohan moaned into his mouth as Cell Jr. filled him with its seed. The little thing let go of his shoulder and wrapped its arms around the boy’s torso as if trying to get as close as possible. After its orgasm passed, the creature remained like that, just holding the boy, its head on his chest, its erection buried as deeply as possible inside him. It was smiling contentedly.

Cell released Gohan, and put a hand on Cell Jr.’s shoulder. It let go of the boy and extricated itself from his body, some measure of regret evident on its juvenile face. It sat down cross-legged a few feet away, leaning forward, not taking its eyes from Gohan.

The perfect android pulled the young Super Saiyan, who had not moved since Cell Jr. had left him, to his lap. “Now, Gohan, I want to talk about something like adults.” The boy struggled, but Cell had him under the shoulders, and he couldn’t move far. “I would like you,” he said conversationally, “to do to me what you just refused to do to my creation there.”

“No!” Gohan redoubled his struggling, almost breaking free at one point. He was getting his strength back quickly. “Let go of me!”

“Now,” Cell continued, as though nothing unusual was happening. “You have a choice. You can do what I asked just now, a small thing, or…” He turned Gohan so he could see the ledge upon which all of his friends stood, guarded by his other Cell Jrs. “I could have the seven creations of mine up there come down and do what they want with you, all at once.” Though Cell had perfect peripheral vision, he didn’t see the look of pure hatred the android sitting opposite him sent its siblings. “What will it be? You and me, alone, or you and all of them? Decide please, I’m afraid I’m on a schedule.”

Trembling, his face red with either anger or embarrassment, Gohan turned himself around—Cell let go of him to allow mobility—and slowly grabbed hold of the android’s shaft with quavering hands. Cell did nothing as the boy slowly moved his head forward, until it was almost touching him.

Tears sprung into Gohan’s eyes as he parted his lips, ran down his face as he allowed the head of Cell’s erection to pass between them. Cell didn’t move, allowing the boy to control how much he took in.

Apparently Gohan was taking his cues from what he had experienced earlier. He pushed more and more of the organ into his mouth, sucking lightly the whole time. He even used his tongue, something Cell had not expected at all, working it up and down the underside of the shaft. Even without intending it, Cell Jr. had taught him well.

And speaking of his creation… Cell glanced over at it. It was masturbating slowly, eyes fixed on the scene in front of it, wide as saucers.

Gohan stopped his downward motion when the head of Cell’s shaft hit the back of his throat. He gagged, but to his credit recovered quickly, not even removing the whole thing from his mouth. Cell wanted badly to thrust hard, force the whole thing into the little mouth, but his plan hinged on the boy doing it himself, of his own will. Well, technically.

“You’re doing well, Gohan.” He said, patting the Super Saiyan’s hair. The only reply was a small sob, but there was no other indication he had been heard. The android smirked as he felt his climax growing near.

He came, quickly filling his little victim’s mouth with himself. Gohan disengaged himself quickly, coughing and spitting, and once again had his face covered with Cell’s semen. Cell sat back as Gohan wiped his face with the back of his hand while trying to cough up his own stomach, waiting.

When Gohan recovered Cell said, “Good job, young man. Although you’ll have to work on your finish; it was a little weak.”

He was rewarded for that statement with a murderous glare as the boy spit the rest of the seed from his mouth. “I hate you.”

“Do you? Well, I’m afraid that isn’t on my list of concerns right now. Come here.” He raised his hips a little, his phallus standing straight up. “You know what happens next, I think.”

“No! I don’t…No! Get away from me!” Gohan backed away, closer to the eagerly waiting Cell Jr., whom he clearly didn’t see.

“Have it your way.” Cell shrugged and made a beckoning motion toward where his other creations stood. The eighth Cell Jr. also stood, eyes gleaming.

“No! Don’t! I’ll…” Gohan paused, gathering what was left of his composure. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent.” Cell leaned back on his hands as the boy approached him, smiling broadly. “I do believe you’ve made the right choice.”

Gohan ignored him as he positioned himself, standing with one leg on either side of the android. He lowered himself into a crouch, pausing only momentarily when he felt the tip of Cell’s erection press against him.

The entrance was easy, given that Gohan was already somewhat stretched and both of them lubricated; Cell slid in about halfway in one motion. Of course, it wasn’t entirely painless; Gohan gasped as gravity caused Cell to penetrate him more than he had expected, arcing his back and visibly stopping himself from crying out.

As the boy struggled to find some comfortable way to comport himself without having to take any more of the shaft inside him, a task at which he was failing rather dramatically, Cell Jr. slowly started to inch forward, until it was right beside the impaled young warrior. Gohan had his eyes closed and didn’t see it, but Cell watched as the little android tentatively reached out and poked the tip of the boy’s erection, the other hand still on its own.

Gohan gasped again, this time from surprise, and opened his eyes to see what had touched him. Cell Jr. drew back as if fearing retribution, but when the Super Saiyan did nothing it reached back out and grabbed hold of him again, more firmly this time.

Cell frowned. What did the little thing think it was doing? He certainly had given no orders to this effect. However, it seemed to be working; Gohan was engrossed in watching the creature and sliding was further down on Cell’s shaft, not even seeming to notice now that he had something to distract him from the pain.

Now confident that it would receive no punishment from either its master or its victim for its impromptu decision to involve itself once more, Cell Jr. leaned forward and slid its mouth over Gohan again. It sucked slower this time, as if savouring the taste of the boy, still stroking itself.

The boy was shaken from whatever reverie he had been put in when the last of Cell finally entered his body, and he felt his buttocks rest on Cell’s pelvis. “Well done.” The android said, patting the boy’s thigh. “I knew you could do it.”

Still glaring holes in his tormentor and flushing like a squished tomato, Gohan leaned forward a little and grabbed Cell just under the ribcage on either side. He began moving, arrhythmicaly at first, but soon getting the hang of it. Soon he was riding the green android like he had been born there, picking up speed.

Cell was surprised at Gohan’s enthusiasm. He went at it as though he had been waiting his whole life for this to happen, grunting determinedly as he worked himself. Then he realized that the boy was probably trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. Another grin crept its way onto Cell’s perfect face. Gohan was about to receive some unwelcome news indeed.

Everything inside Gohan suddenly tensed, and he let out and involuntary yelp as he ejaculated into Cell Jr.’s mouth for the second time. The small creature then disengaged itself, and watched them both closely, waiting. Gohan didn’t slow down his motion for more than a second, and when Cell was overwhelmed by the sensations a few seconds later and came inside the boy, his creation kissed the young half-Saiyan full on the mouth, mimicking Cell’s own earlier actions. The boy didn’t draw away, although he seemed a little surprised as he undoubtedly tasted himself in his own mouth.

Gohan quickly climbed off of the android, wincing as the hardness left him. Cell Jr. helped him stand, and when his legs collapsed from under him, helped him sit. Cell watched with interest as they looked each other in the eye, some silent conversation passing between them.

Without warning, Gohan bent double as best he could in a sitting position. Cell thought he was going to start crying, but he mutely opened his mouth and covered Cell Jr.’s sticky erection with it.

Cell felt as surprised as his creation looked; but his wide-eyed shock quickly gave way to a wide smile. His plan was working, albeit not exactly the way he had imagined. He sat up and watched closer.

Cell Jr. was making an embarrassing amount of noise. An excited squeal morphed into a series of grunts, which devolved into a repetitive gulping sound as the little thing bent over Gohan’s head, its hands in his hair. It started making choking sounds as it tightened its grip, before finally issuing a shriek of ecstasy as it climaxed.

Cell smiled as the two pulled apart yet again, and said, “What brought on this fit of generosity, Gohan?”

The boy wouldn’t look at him, instead observing the ground as if expecting it to dislodge a solution to his situation. He swallowed. “Returning the favour.” He muttered disdainfully, his voice catching. Cell Jr. patted him on the back.

“Well, I rather think I’m ready for another round, myself, if you don’t mind.” The android said, shifting his pelvis slightly to make the point.

Gohan grimaced but stood, moving to straddle Cell again. Perfect. The boy was no longer fighting it. He let out a yelp of surprise when he was grabbed under the armpits and spun around so his back was to his nemesis. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’ll be taking the lead this time, Gohan. You can just relax and enjoy the ride.” With that, Cell thrust himself fully back into his victim, who was now resigned if not actually willing.

No sound emitted from Gohan as Cell started pounding him, harder than was perhaps strictly necessary. Cell Jr. appeared in front of the boy, concern evident on its face.

Cell had to admit, although nerves had been deemed unnecessary for a perfect being, the creature was starting to get on whatever equivalent he did possess. If he didn’t know better, he would have been starting to think that it was actually fond of the Super Saiyan. In any case, he was allowing it to continue because it seemed to be having an effect on Gohan that colluded with what Cell himself had planned. Otherwise, he would have destroyed the obnoxious little pest by now.

The small android lowered itself as if to suck on Gohan some more, but the boy put a hand on its shoulder. It looked up, and he shook his head, which was pitched downward, in contrast to his spine, which was as straight as a ruler, his shoulders quivering with tension. “In…in…up…” He couldn’t string two words together, much less formulate a sentence, but his waving at his pelvic area, conjoined with Cell’s own, was enough to make his meaning clear.

As Cell Jr.’s eyes went wide again, so to did its creator’s. Could it be possible that Gohan was really asking for what it seemed? Interesting. Cell Jr. stood, one hand resting on Gohan’s shoulder and the other on his sticky cheek. It said nothing, of course, but the boy clearly understood the silence well enough. “Pl-please…” He panted, his voice coming out as a rattling whine.

Cell’s offspring now looked lost. Unable to decide what it should do, it looked past Gohan to its creator in a silent plea for guidance. Cell nodded once curtly, and the creature looked back at the boy sitting in front of it, uncertainty still writ on its face. Gohan reached a hand up and put it on the thing’s shoulder, his head rising for the first time since this second round of theirs had begun. Cell suddenly found himself cursing the fact that he was, although still perfect, not omnipotent, and couldn’t see the look on the boy’s face, for whatever it was made his creation’s tiny mind.

With measurably less fervor than it had previously shown, Cell Jr. fumbled itself into alignment, a task made harder by the constant movement of its target. Realizing that there was no real way to prepare the boy, something like panic seemed to cross its face, but it was quickly replaced with determination. Left with no other choice, it thrust straight in.

The resolve on Cell Jr.’s face shattered when Gohan cried out in obvious pain, but the boy put his arms around the android and wouldn’t let go, disallowing it from removing itself.

The much smaller hardness pressing against Cell’s own made the experience that much more interesting. As space became limited, Gohan’s anus became tighter then ever, almost trying to suffocate the two organs inside it. Eventually Cell Jr. began thrusting, slowly at first, but then picking up some speed when Gohan’s cries of pain receded.

The boy seemed to be almost enjoying it, now. He was making a rhythmic moaning sound, and what little Cell could see of his face said he was content to remain there for a while.

Cell Jr. came, its seed filling where it could and the rest leaking out. Cell felt the added lubrication, but his small creation didn’t make any effort to pull itself out, and Gohan made no effort to encourage it, still holding on as tightly as ever. In fact, he was perceptibly rubbing himself against the little blue thing.

Another cry burst forth from the boy’s mouth as he climaxed as well, coating both his and Cell Jr.’s stomachs in his third offering of semen. Cell felt his own orgasm coming and pulled out, spraying himself all over Gohan’s back.

Without his shaft to hold them up, Cell Jr. and Gohan toppled to the ground, the boy landing on top of the creature, still embedded inside him. Neither made any effort to move, and Cell Jr. appeared to be sleeping.

“Well, Gohan, it seems I have succeeded. I think you are well and truly mine, now, aren’t you.?”

The boy opened his eyes but didn’t answer, tears welling up again, but Cell Jr. looked up at him, resentment boiling up behind its eyes. The mute creature looked at him, and opened its mouth. “No.” It said. “Mine. Gohan mine.” It emphasized this by gripping the shocked Super Saiyan harder, but relented when Gohan started pushing himself to his feet.

Cell was startled, but of course perfection allowed one to react appropriately in the face of the unexpected. He improvised: “Very well. Gohan, it seems you have an admirer.” He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he stood, eliciting a flinch. “I do believe it will do whatever you wish. I’ll give it to you, if you like. All I ask in return is that you stand alongside me.”

Gohan looked down at the little creature, who was smiling up at him. It opened its legs, inviting the boy in. He then looked up at Cell, who was smiling at him benevolently. “Go ahead. It’s yours, remember?” Another look back down.

Gohan burst into tears.

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Impossible. It was impossible! How could this have happened? He had planned it out perfectly! There was no way his plan could have failed.

A simple plan. Using sex, completely break Gohan and than remold him, convince the boy to join him rather than fight him. It should have worked. It had been working. His creation’s infatuation with the half-Saiyan had been unexpected but welcome; Cell felt Gohan had capitulated faster than he would have otherwise.

But then, after it was over, something had happened. Something…had awoken in the boy. Power, unlike any he had seen. He had gone crazy, destroying the Cell Jr.’s, even the one who loved him, like it was nothing, then turning his attention on the perfect android. It was impossible.

And now, this boy, who he had destroyed, taken apart, shattered, was about to overwhelm him, his power greater then that of Cell, who was perfect. It was inconceivable.

“No!” Cell yelled aloud as his victim, in his tattered shirt and nothing else, semen still covering his body and running down his legs, put on one last push of energy, forcing it over his. “No! I am…I am per…fect…”

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Gahh, I still don't know. It feels repetitive to me.
Anyway, I wasn't intending to write it in the first place, then I sat down one day and it was half written before I knew what was happening. I might just be possessed.

And, there may or may not be a chapter 3. I haven't decided yet. If there is, it'll be at least another month, maybe longer.