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Rules of the Game	By : plasticseraphim Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part IV: Round Two

Gohan could feel the ingrediants of the medication working already. His entire body felt tingly and warm, and better yet, he could literally feel his broken rib healing up. Besides the slight tickle on his side, Gohan was beside himself. He felt dirty and ashamed of what had occurred. If he could go back in time and change what happened, he would do it. Who wouldn't? He unconsciously reached up and rubbed the bruise on his neck that Juunana had left him. He grimaced at the thought of the other man's lips on his neck, sucking, nipping, licking. Ugh, disgusting, he thought.

When the tingling sensation in his rib finally ebbed, Gohan stood and flew to his home. He to tto train Trunks today, he couldn't put it off any longer. If he didn't stop by and see the boy, then Trunks would probably come looking for him. And he would probably run into some type of trouble along the way; Trunks was very good at getting himself into a dangerous situation. Last time Trunks had attempted to see Gohan to practice, he had a horrible run in with Juuhachigou. Needless to say, Trunks didn't look so good after that encounter.

The memory stuck in Gohan's brain; it struck him as odd. Weren't Juunanagou and Juuhachigou usually joined at the hip? Did something happen that caused the inseperaple duo to go their separate ways? Perhaps he should look into this. It would be much easier to kill them when they weren't together.

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Gohan arrived back at Capsule Corp late in the afternoon. He had changed back into his traditional orange martial arts clothes, and had treated the hickey with a cube of ice. Hopefully Trunks wouldn't notice. Bulma had isolated herself in the lab again; she was working on some type of new invention that would change the futrue, she claimed. Gohan tried to be optomistic, but it was so difficult in their present situation.

Rounding a corner, Gohan was knocked balance by an eager thirteen year old half saiyajin who had clearly drank far too much sugary beverages.

"Hey Gohan, long time no see! Did you come to talk to my mom again, or to train me? Because I've really been working out on a few new moves that I'd like to show you, if that's ok."

Gohan formed a smile and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Sorry Trunks, I should have come sooner, but. . . Juunana was quite a bother. He ambushed me the other night."

"Wow, Gohan. That really sucks. If I was there I would have backed you up! We could probably kill him if we were a team." The eager boy's eyes were so full of hope and confidence. If only, Gohan thought.

"What new moves have you been working on?"

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Within the short months the two young men had been practicing, Trunks had almost mastered the transformation into a super saiyajin. All he needed was the influence of a powerful emotion to push him over the edge. The boy had been excelling at such a fast rate, that Gohan had moved out of his home with his mother and into Capsule Corp. He still frequented his mother weekly, but the majority of his time was spent on making the younger saiyajin invincible.

The two had been in a field on the outskirts of town working on Trunk's inner power when the familiar energy essense- or perhaps lack thereof- worked its way into the two Saiyajin's sixth senses. Standing protectively infront of the younger man, Gohan faced Juunanagou.

He was casually walking towards the two men, stepping through the long blades of grass gracefully as always. His raven hair floated on the breeze and shone like liquid onyx in the sunlight. His eyes, cool and blue like an arctic ocean, focused directly on Gohan. Juunanagou's signiture smirk played across his full lips. His clothes were different this time. It seemed as if he tired of the Red Ribbon garb; he wore the same loose and comfortable fitting dark colored jeans (they now had frayed edges and appeared to be more worn in) and a similar button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt was a dark charcoal grey that looked black in the shade, with black buttons, and black boots on his feet.

"Long time no see, Gohan." The android glanced at Trunks. "You too, I guess. Though I didn't come here to battle with you." His gaze shifted back to the older of the two men .

Trunks's anger flared and he bore his teeth in frustration, his fists clenching. He stepped next to Gohan and assumed a defensive stance, fists up, legs bent, face contorted into an angry scowl. Without a second warning, the violet haired boy hurled his fists at the stationary and composed android, screaming out jumbled noises and grunts as his fists collided with the hard cool skin of the artificial human.

As if swatting a fly, Juunanagou flicked the boy away with a single motion. Trunks flew back about eight feet and landed on his back, his breath forcefully expelled from his body. After struggling for breath, he attempted to pull himself into a sitting position, but the pain in his stomach where Juunana had struck him ached dully. He coughed up a spat of blood. All Trunks really succeeded in doing was ruffle Juunana's hair and wrinkle his shirt a bit. But, to the vain android, that's all it really took to piss him off.

He narrowed his dark eyebrows and turned his nose up at the boy, dismissing his attack. A small smirk grew upon his lips as he focused once more on Gohan.

"Now as I was saying, I came to speak with you--"

But before the cyborg could continue, Gohan had sprung to the defense, charging the lax half-human with a strong kick to the face. Juunanagou's body sailed through the air; as he began his descent to the earth, his body began to twist in a cat like motion and he fell to the earth on his feet, one hand gently touching the grass to keep his balance. He carefully stood and brushed the dirt and grass from his clothing and of hif his long hair; his eyes fixed on the older of the two men before him and his eyebrows knitted up in anger. For once, a real scowel covered his face like a demonic mask. The android, while full of hostility and cynicism, never really experienced true anger. And in the rare occasion that he did experience anger, his short attention span was a quick working medication to quickly dispose of it.

Inhaling breifly, the android ran towards Gohan, his arms out and ready for any defensive or offensive maneuver. As he neared the young man, he threw out hundreds of punches and a few kicks here and there. Though Gohan was a skilled and agile soldier, there was no way he could possibly block or dodge all of the attacks that the super skilled artificual human dealt out. A punch caught him in the jaw, another in the ribs, a third hit him hard in the obliques. He felt a strong kick collide with his ankle, bruising or perhaps, even, breaking the bone; another kick to his shoulder and neck pushed him forward and into the ground. He caught himself and lashed his foot out to catch his standing opponent; Juunana easily dodged the attack and ducked down to strike the boy on the back of his head with another forceful kick. Gohan noted the difference between the strength behind Juunanagou's blows with his blue tennis shoes and the black boots; the black boots definately hurt volumes more.

A strong kick to the back of the head sent Juunanagou's face directly into the soft brown earth beneath him. Another sharp blow to his ribs caused him to wince in pain, but only for a second. A pair of icy blue eyes turned skyward and stared into a pair of angry cerulean eyes, staring angrily down at him; Trunks. Juunanagou smirked and pulled himself into a crouching position; he wiped the spit off his lower lip and wiped his hand on his jeans. He stood slowly, taking note of Gohan's position a few feet away, and in the blink of an eye, he lashed out and grabbed the younger saiyajin by the neck and pulled his smaller body towards his own. He wrapped his strong and slender arm around his neck and confined the boy in a choke hold, slowly constricting his arm like a python or other huge amazonian snake. He turned toward Gohan and smirked evilly.

"I see you've been teaching him some new skills, but what you failed to teach him is strategy. You have succeeded, however, in ending his life." Juunanagou held the boy close and, with his free hand, traced Trunks's jaw and the shell of his ear. He did this seductively and eroticly, staring off at Gohan with a serene and calm experssion on his face. Juunanagou continued to restrict Trunks's breathing; the boy was now gasping for breath and digging into Juunana's arm with his fingers, not that it would hurt the android enough for him to let go. His lips were turning a light shade of blue, his eyes buldged, the stressed veins turning the whites of his eyes red, he was choking on what air he was able to inhale, and his vain attempts to free himself of Juunana were weakening. The cyborg leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek gently. "It's so sad to see them die young, don't you agree, Gohan?"

"Let him go, Juunanagou!"

"Oh, but he started it. Isn't it only appropriate that I finish it?" His icy eyes narrowed and a truely sadistic expression graced his normally beautiful features.

"I said, let him go." Gohan stood but a few feet away, weighing his options in his mind. He worried his lower lip and roamed Juunana's features for any sign of his next move. He could hear Trunks's gargled breathing; he could see the large deep azure eyes of his young apprentice fog over as his heavy eyelids threatened to close forever.

"If you let him go. . ." Gohan took a step closer, his eyes shifting frantically from Trunk's prone body to Juunanagou's threatening form. "If you let him go, then we can. . . Then we can have our second round." He shot Juunanagou the you-know-what-I'm-talking-about glare and took another cautious step closer.

"So you're saying that if I let this little welp go now, we can finish what you started? Did I hear you correctly?" He arched an eyebrow with curiosity and excitement, his arm loosening around Trunk's strangled neck, a sly smirk across his lips. The color returned to Trunk's face slowly.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. Now give him to me." Gohan held out his arms, his eyes fixed on Juunana's. "Please, Juunanagou." The words slipped through Gohan's lips in a whisper; Juunanagou almost had to strain to hear it. He beckoned for Gohan to stand closer; as he did, Juunanagou released Trunks and almost-carefully placed the air-starved boy in Gohan's waiting arms. As soon as Juunanagou's tight grip was removed, Trunks inhaled lung-fulls of air; inhaling deeply, exhaling rapidly. As much air as possible, breathe breathe breathe. His color returned, his eyes stopped tearing, and he regained composure. Little did Trunks know, but he was very close to passing out, and thus, very close to death from asphyxiation. Gohan stood with the boy until he could stand and breathe normally. His eyes glanced from Juunanagou and to his young companion fraintically; whatever it took, he must deliver Trunks from danger.

Gohan grabbed the boy by the shoulders and forcefully turned Trunks's face to meet his; he stared deeply into his dark eyes and spoke clearly and presicely. "Trunks, listen to me. You have to leave, you have to go now. Fly home, and don't leave your house until I return, do you understand me? Do you understand me?!" He began to raise his voice, almost like a father might do.

Trunks nodded, his eyes widening; why would Gohan send him away? If Trunks went, then Gohan would be alone to face Juunanagou, and if Juunanagou overpowered him. . . Then there would be noone to protect the innocents, and then what kind of world would this be? Trunks flew off towards the west, his figure dissipating against the dark blue sky of the evening.

A cold sweat broke out on Gohan's brow from the anticipation and fear of what was about to occur. If only there was some way to get out of this perdiciment, but there was none. He had sacraficed his body for Trunks's safety, and in the back of his mind, that was good enough. Juunanagou would have his way with him, talk some trash, and then fly off, no big deal. But then again, he had appeared so kind before, with changing his clothes and being so gentle, so perhaps he would be the same again. All Gohan could do was hope.

Gohan worried his lip with his teeth and clenched his fists involuntarily; Juunanagou noted the tension and frowned, his eyebrows knotting in the center. This expression was another rare emotion that was usually hidden behind his cold evil facade, Gohan noted. To see Gohan so afraid and nervous of what was to occur dissapointed Juunanagou; he realized that raping the boy would obviously not be pleasant, but damn it, he tried his hardest to make it pleasurable for both of them. Juunanagou was not as mechanical as one would initially perceive, for inside his head was a very intelligent and passionate mind; a mind which, in some rare instances, did want compassion, calm, comfort, and perhaps even love. Findind these things obsolete elsewhere, Juunanagou had settled his sights on Gohan, convincing himself that the poor sex-deprived boy needed this too. And perhaps he did.

"Now that your little companion is out of 'harm's way', we can begin." Juunanagou said cooly, returning to his normal facade. He whisped his hand through his hair, tucking it carefully behind his ear.

Gohan nodded and looked at the ground clenching his eyes closed for a few moments and nodded. He inhaled deeply and stared directly into the hard face of the android, as if to say "I'm ready." Because to Gohan, this was a battle, and he had to come out of it alive.

Juunanagou closed the bridge between them, stalking slowly towards his prey. A pretty smirk crawled onto his lips as he neared the rigid saiyajin; he quickly unbottoned the top few buttons of his shirt, stopping midway down to his toned chest. Juunanagou captured Gohan's lips in a ravenous frenzy, far too hungry at first, almost painful, sucking, nipping, licking. Gohan's body tensed and he wrenched his eyes again, his arms straight at his sides, trembling slightly. Juunana placed his bare hands on Gohan's shoulders and slowly ran his fingers down his arms, stopping at his wrists. He held onto Gohan's wrists loosely; the gesture was almost comforting. Juunanagou ceased his rough kisses and began to plant gentle caresses of his lips across Gohan's cheek, over his jaw and to his earlobe. Juunanagou was breathing rapidly and his cool breath lingered over Gohan's sweaty skin; Gohan shivered when he felt it. It was impossible to forget the alien feeling of a cold, yet alive, body pressed up against his own.

Still clutching his wrists, Juunanagou pulled Gohan's arms around his waist. Once they were secured there, Juunanagou reached up and wrapped his arms gingerly around the taller man's neck and continued his gentle assault of Gohan's face with his lips. Involuntarily, Gohan leaned his head back to allow Juunanagou access to his vunerable neck. The nips and kisses quickened and intensified into nips and bites over Gohan's neck, jaw, and even his shoulders. Gohan struggled to withold the moans that threatened to spill over his lips; despite his efforts, they escaped anyway. Juunanagou smiled into Gohan's tender neck at his release.

For a moment, Juunanagou found it odd how he could find himself to be so compassionate towards his enemy, but it was so easy to find escape when with the boy, even if he was beating him into a pulp. Secretly, Juunanagou was the more human of the two; Juuhachigou was far more violent and angered much easier than Juunanagou, especially over trivial and petty things. Juunanagou was more cynical and liked to destroy things over people, but was oftentimes goaded by his sister to destroy both; he did it to sooth her. If he ignored her wishes, she would become violent towards him, and that was something he had to avoid at all costs. Juuhachigou was his only companion and company in this world, he had to make due with what he could. Until now. Sharing himself with this half-human boy made Juunanagou feel even more human, and that was all he ever wanted.

The two men found themselves lying in the grass, Juunanagou straddling Gohan's hips and leaning over him, placing tender and needy kisses over his lips and cheeks. Gohan's hands roamed the length of Juunana's back and settled on his rear; Gohan felt guilty to be reciprocating but he was so lost in the moment that it was all he could do. Fighting the temptation or escaping was completely out of the question, and frankly, he didn't want to escape. Juunanagou's shirt was hastily removed, his belt unbuckled and fly unzipped; he stared at Gohan with surprised eyes as Gohan took the initiative. Juunanagou placed a lingering kiss on Gohan's lips, their tongues intertwining and mingling for that heated moment, and tore the orange fabric from his toned torso. Gohan moaned in surprise when Juunana leaned down and placed kisses along his pectorals and down his stomach, stopping but a moment to suck Gohan's pebbled nipples, only the hem of his pants stopped him from continuing the exploration of Gohan's body with his mouth.

Thousands of concerns raced through Gohan's mind as the interlude continued. What if Juunanagou suddenly attacked in this vunerable state? Why would he attack now? That seems rediculous. Oh, gods, yes, do that again, more, more. It feels wrong to be enjoying this. Why don't I feel guilty? What are his initiatives? This is wrong, but it feels so right. Gods, no, what am I saying? Gods, yes! Do that again!

Before his questioning mind could continue, Juunanagou had removed Gohan's trousers and was snaking his nimble fingers around Gohan's throbbing erection. He had been so concerned with Trunks earlier that he didn't even realize how arousing this entire situation was. Oh gods, no, I can't be thinking this. I can't be liking this. Why am I liking this?

Juunanagou crawled up Gohan's body and continued to lick and kiss his ear while deftly massaging Gohan's weeping erection. Gohan threw his head back in abandon; he didn't remember their first time to be this good, perhaps because there was less fear now. He felt quite confident that Juunanagou wouldn't kill him now, they still had one round left. . .

"You appear to be enjoying yourself." Juunanagou purred between gentle nips and licks of Gohan's susceptible earlobe. "Does it feel better this time, Gohan?" Juunana placed a kiss behind Gohan's ear; his voice was low and feral, but still posessed some restraint so he wouldn't hurt the boy, or frighten him to a state where he would refuse to reciprocate.

"Yes, I'm enjoying myself, Juunanagou." He answered obediently, eyes closed, mouth open and gasping for breath between soft moans of pleasure. Beads of sweat appeared on his forhead and rolled down the side of his face.

"Good." He whispered between kisses to the saiyajin's tender mouth.

Gohan looked into Juunanagou's eyes through half-lidded eyes. He was surprised to see something genuine there, something that resembled humanity. Gohan reached up and touched Juunana's cool cheek, holding their lips together. The simple gesture caused Juunana's roughness to melt away, exposing a rather frail and most human persona beneath. With this gentle caress of trust, Juunanagou felt he could really let go without scaring or hurting the boy.

Juunanagou released Gohan's strained erection and lowered the boy's trousers until he could gingerly finger Gohan's opening. Gohan tensed noticibly, but continued kissing Juunanagou with unrestrained abandon; his dark eyes were now closed, head thrown back, and lustful moans escaped his throat.

"Let me take you, Gohan." Juunana whispered between kisses; his body was warming up considerably. "I. . . I don't have anything that will make this easier."

Gohan nodded as he sat up and pushed Juunana off of him; this was the only part he feared, it was the only truly painful part.

"Well, I can. . ." Gohan trailed off, his eyes lingered down Juunana's form crouching infront of him, hinting at his next move. Before Juunanagou could react, Gohan tugged his jeans over his hips, exposing his straining erection. Without hesitation, Gohan took Juunanagou into his mouth.

Juunanagou inhaled sharply as the hot moist sensation spread over his loins; his body was rather cool, and this intense contrast of temperature was orgasmic. He had to hold it together if this was going to get any further. Juunanagou leaned into Gohan's mouth, uring the boy to take more of him in. Don't go over the edge, he warned himself. Gohan steadied himself and placed his hands securly around the base of Juunana's cock, bobbing his head and licking the vein on the underside of his penis. Juunanagou threw his head back and released a deep, long, passionate moan. This continued for what seemed like hours, but actually was only three minutes. Gohan released Juunanagou's warm member with his mouth, but continued to stroke it with his firm, yet gentle, fist. He looked into Juunana's eyes, almost questioning, a look of sedated ecstasy in his eyes.

"Is it. . . Is it good enough?" Gohan whispered, slowing the stroking rhythm.

"Gods, yes, its good enough. I didn't know you had such a talent with your lips, Gohan, other than spatting out obscenities at me." Juunanagou smirked, his badass exterior returning temporarily. This wasn't what Gohan wanted now.

"No, I meant--"

"I know what you meant. Lay down," Juunanagou quipped. Gohan obeyed. His pants were removed and were carefully placed under his body so that the grass wouldn't be too itchy. Juunanagou removed his jeans and added them to the nest for Gohan. He slid between Gohan's legs and leaned over his captive; his light blue eyes were completly fogged over with lust, nothing would stop him now. Juunanagou sucked on his fingers for a moment and slid his hand between Gohan's thighs, preparing him, scissoring the muscles, urging them to relax.

A low, drawn out, lusty moan escaped Juunanagou's lips as he entered; the heat from Gohan's body and the pressure was too much for him to handle. A small cry escaped Gohan's lips as he threw his head back in momentary pain; he desperately wrapped his arms around Juunana's shoulders to steady himself for the ensuing rhythm. Juunanagou found Gohan's lips and leeched on, kissing roughly and bruising them as he began a slow deep pace.

Sweat covered their bodies, grass clung to their thighs, moans escaped into the starry night sky above. Gohan held tightly to Juunanagou's shoulders, his fingers intwined with his dark silky hair, eyes half-lidded and staring up into the face of his lover. Juunanagou leaned down and sucked Gohan's neck while slowly pounding into the man beneath him. Legs surrounded Juunana's waist pulling him in closer, tighter. The thrusts became deeper, more intimate, a bit slower. The two moaned in unison as they exchanged rough, hungry kisses and delicate suckles of each other's neck and chest.

"More, harder. I'm so hard. . . Touch me, Juunanagou." Cool fingers found their way around Gohan's aching cock; a thumb teased the head as slender fingers pumped the erection in the same rhythm. "Yes, so good, yes!" Gohan could no longer control himself, his body had betrayed him, as did his mind. Now he needed this. He arched his chest into Juunanagou's and pulled the android closer into his body with his legs, he clung desperately to Juunana's neck and shoulders with his arms, his head thrown back into the grass. A few more thrusts would send Gohan over the edge. . .

"You feel. . . So good, Gohan. So warm." Juunanagou thrusted harder into the boy's body, raking against the prostate with every thrust. Gohan's body trembled violently with an overload of pleasurable stimuli; he screamed Juunanagou's name into the crisp night air when he came. They collapsed together on the makeshift bed of clothing, panting like dogs on a hot summer day, their bodies completely entwined.

Juunanagou unlocked their bodies and rolled on his side to lay next to Gohan; his eyes slid shut and a small smile grew on his lips. The two lay next to the other, completely at ease, until the adrenaline wore out.

Juunanagou slid on his jeans, buttoned and zipped the fly, buckled the belt, and slid his button down shirt over his shoulders. He watched Gohan dress with mild fascination until the terrible orange martial arts gi was on. With a fierce gesture, Juunana grabbed Gohan by his collar and pulled him close, pressing one last violent kiss on his bruised lips. Before Gohan could figure out what happened, the android was gone.

Brushing off his clothes and pulling the last bits of grass from his hair, Gohan flew in the opposite direction towards Capsule Corp. An odd feeling lurched in Gohan's stomach, but not being able to place the strange feeling, he flew off into the night.

In the deep woods below, a young man sat motionless, his eyes stared off into the void of darkness, and his mouth hung open. He could no longer feel his body; he felt as if his eyes had betrayed him. His ears, however, had not. Her certainly heared it, that last scream of abandon as his master screamed out the enemy's name as they fucked. He felt disgust, anger, shock, fear, but above all: betrayal. How could his master be fucking the enemy? Was this possible? He could of at least understood if Juunanagou had forced himself, but it hadn't appeared that way at all. Gohan had liked it! He told Juunanagou that he wanted "more, harder", and that it "felt so good".

Trunk's eyes filled up with hot salty tears, they poured down his rouging cheeks; his muscles clenched as he filled with a rage he had never felt before. His body surged with energy, his eyes clenched shut, he bore his teeth like a wild dog, and within moments, the young saiyajin had experienced the most magnificent power his race has to offer: the power of a super saiyajin.

Author's Note: Hello loyal readers! I apologize for the amount of time it took me to update this; I've had a ton of school work to deal with, and a recent promotion, so I've been learning all the new proceedures. I've already written an outline for the next chapter, so please look forward to it! I've thought of some scandalous plot twists and conclusions which I think you will all enjoy!
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