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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 VII: The Final Round

He had really done it this time; he had really messed up.

Juunanagou walked slowly through the woods thinking to himself. He had a morose look on his face, and he worried his bottom lip in a very human manner. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and stopped to kick a pinecone through the leaf littered ground. He continued walking until he reached a rather large, flat stone on the edge of a slow moving creek. Juunanagou sat down and stared intently into the water. Hundreds upon thousands of thoughts crossed the android's mind, but only one sent shivers up and down his spine.

Gohan.

To be honest with himself, the android felt some type of bond with the stupid half human boy. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had never experienced it before. It made his insides churn and his adrenaline surge; it made his hands shake and his body eager. Searching through his mental catalogue of emotions, Juunanagou couldn't place a name with what he felt. Dare he call it attachment? Longing? Or perhaps even love? No, not love, he certainly didn't love the damn boy . . . Did he?

Could this unnamed emotion possibly explain why he had saved the idiot's life at their last meeting? It was very possible, Juunanagou thought. And then again, there was Juuhachigou's ultimatum to think about. If anyone was going to kill the boy, it was not going to be his sister.

Juunanagou held his head in his hands and thought for a very long time.

* * *
Bitter heavy raindrops pounded the Earth below Trunk�s feat. His martial arts gi clung to his muscular frame in a way that suggested he was much older than thirteen years old. Very soon, however, he would look older than thirteen, because Trunk�s fourteenth birthday was approaching quickly.

"Ok, Trunks," Gohan yelled from across the muddy field, "This time you�re going to focus your energy on me, but you�re going to keep your energy level down as much as possible. After you�ve targeted in on me, start firing and don�t stop."

Trunks arched an eyebrow and looked at Gohan as if he had sprouted another head. "Are you sure you don�t want me to stop? I mean, what if I�"

"Let it all out. Trunks, pretend I�m Juuhachigou, ok, there�s no way in hell she�ll be merciful when an attack happens. You have to use all of your power in this exercise. I�ll let you know if I�m hurt. It�ll be fine."

A streak of lightening illuminated the sky and the two figures below. In that brief moment, the determination could be seen on Trunk�s face.

"Ok, I�m ready." The boy closed his eyes and summoned his energy while maintaining a neutral and undetectable power level.

Gohan leapt into the air and flew erratically through the air, mimicking what the androids would do if they were being attacked from the ground. Gohan paused for a moment to allow Trunks a moment to collect Gohan�s location.

The clap of thunder exploded as Trunks fired the first wave of his attack; the golden orbs of energy flew toward Gohan with the speed of a bullet. Once they reached his proximity, they separated into multiple spheres and flew around Gohan like fatal humming birds. Before Gohan could blink, the tiny spheres of deadly yellow energy were charging straight for him; Gohan barely escaped Trunk�s attack before the yellow orbs collided with each other.

"Holy shit, Trunks!" Gohan yelled from above, "That was amazing! I�ve never seen you do anything like that before!"

Trunks opened his eyes and rubbed the water out of his eyes and smiled to himself. His new technique would surely kill the androids with more practice.

After a four more attempts of this new technique, Trunks had succeeded in blasting Gohan in the arm once, and tearing his gi on the leg twice.

"Ok, ok, I think its time we call it a night." Gohan suggested when Trunks began another round. Gohan descended to the soggy grass and patted Trunks on the shoulder. A broad smile appeared on his face. "You don�t hear it enough, Trunks, but I�m very proud of you."

"Thanks." Trunks suddenly felt very awkward as he and Gohan walked back to Capsule Corp for some dry clothes and a hot meal. He hadn�t told Gohan of the incident he witnessed which gave him the emotion to transform into a super saiyajin for the first, and only, time.

* * *

Gohan stretched out on his bed in a feline manner feeling relaxed and content. His belly was full of the delicious food that Bulma had fixed and he felt completely untroubled. Thoughts fluttered through his mind as Gohan curled up on the warm duvet on his bed, but he pushed them out of his head as you would an annoying insect. He settled on one thought in particular, and his relaxed demeanor melted away like wax from a dying candle.

"Juunanagou . . ." Gohan whispered into the still air of his room. Gohan sat up in his bed and scratched his hair absent-mindedly. The rain had stopped and the sound of silence was almost eerie. He had, in the short time he spent lounging in his room, become accustomed to the pitter-patter of the rain against the windowpane.

Sliding his legs over the edge of the bed, Gohan pulled himself to his feet, rummaged for a loose jacket, and opened the window. The air outside smelled like moonlight and innocence. He hastily put on his shoes and jumped out the window towards the soggy grass below. It wasn�t long before he wandered to the outskirts of town where many of the android attacks had occurred before.

Gohan sighed inwardly and thought of his past encounters with the androids. Thinking back on it, Gohan wondered why Juunanagou even picked him for their first round, and the second round was to save Trunks�s life. If he hadn�t offered to copulate with the steely cyborg, then Trunks�s life would have come to an abrupt end. And then the third time . . . When would that be? Gohan wondered.

The moon hung low in the sky that night and cast ghostly blue shadows on the ground below Gohan�s feet. Perhaps if he hadn�t been thinking too much, Gohan would have realized that he walked right into Juunanagou.

"Just the person I wanted to see." Juunana drawled in an abnormally haunting, yet lazy, tone.

"What are you doing here, Juunanagou?" Gohan asked and took on a defensive stance. His eyes narrowed as he examined the android standing before him, looking the most human he had in all their previous encounters.

"The evening was just so perfect. I feel . . ." The android paused as if searching for the right words. He gazed off into the star speckled sky and absent-mindedly swept his hand through his raven hair. "I feel like I used to do this a lot. When I was human. You know. Take walks."

"In abandoned parts of the city, in the middle of the night, you used to take walks?"

Juunanagou shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Listen, Gohan, I really didn�t intent to run into you tonight." The android looked away, which caused a pang of suspicion to arise in Gohan�s gut. "Don�t look at me like that. I don�t want to fight you."

"Then what do you want Juunanagou? Why are you here? Did you think that I�d let you go into the city without a fight?" Gohan took a defensive stance and clenched his teeth as he spoke, "Don�t think I�ll let you walk down into that town and start killing people."

"I�m absolutely appalled that you�d think that I was on my way to start killing people, Gohan!" Juunanagou�s voice raised as he took the defensive. "After all that we�d been through, I�d hope that you�d learn how to read my motives." Juunanagou resumed his cool and collected composure, his cool blue eyes sweeping over Gohan�s face. "Besides, you should know by now that it is my sister who likes killing people."

An awkward silence fell between the two men as the air swayed heavily around them. Crickets chirped lazily in the grass around them, somewhere off in the distance an owl hooted contently. Gohan�s dark eyes bore deeply into the cerulean irises of Juunanagou�s, as if daring him to move, because when he did move, Gohan would stop him and whatever destruction he was planning.

"I can�t see you anymore." Juunana blurted out suddenly over the serenity of the evening.

"What? What the hell?"

"You know exactly what I mean." A slender black eyebrow arched in annoyance. "This has gone way to far. It�s over, we can�t keep doing this."

Gohan was speechless. Was it really Juunanagou, the ruthless cyborg killer who was speaking these rational words? It didn�t make sense; the entire situation was entirely irrational.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Shut up!" Juunanagou threw his arms up in annoyance and anger. He fixed his cold glare on Gohan�s face. The expression plastered upon Juunana�s normally cool façade was enough to cause Gohan to jump back. "This is what got us in this whole mess in the first place! Your talking like that, don�t even start that again! We can�t keep doing this, once she finds out we�re both�"

But Juunanagou was cut off by Gohan�s warm lips pressing firmly against his own. Strong hands found their way to Juunanagou�s shoulders and held him in place while those same hot lips urged him to calmness. The kiss lingered on until the sound of crickets was completely dulled by the rhythmic throbbing in Juunana�s temples. His heart was beating so fast that it was sure to break through his rib cage any minute.

"Damn it, Gohan, I�" Juunanagou tried to speak again through a brief pause, but found that his lips were again occupied by Son Gohan�s. The hands that were firmly gripping Juunanagou�s shoulders slid down his arms and rested on his wrists. Juunanagou inhaled sharply as Gohan�s thick tongue entered his mouth, wresting for dominance in the android�s mouth. Gohan tasted like oranges and oolong tea mixed with something bitter and caustic. As the cyborg began reciprocating, Gohan�s hand found its way to the back of Juunana�s neck, and held prisoner of the tender kiss. Juunanagou�s head swam. This was so illogical.

Gohan pulled away, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks flushed.

"I don�t know why I did that." Gohan said, suddenly, feeling very embarrassed and threatened. The color in his face was beginning to drain from his cheeks as the thought of another round raced through his head.

"Damn it Gohan!" Juunanagou whispered fiercely, his eyes drilling into the saiyajin�s "I don�t want to kill you, you idiot boy, that�s why I . . ." Juunanagou suddenly pulled away and swung around, turning his back to his enemy. He looked skyward and scanned the sky for any sign of anything unusual there. Finding nothing, he searched the surrounding area for what he was looking for.

He honed it on it almost instantly. Juuhachigou was sitting in the front seat of a red sports car a few miles down the road. With her advanced computer-brain, it was quite easy for her to hear and perceive what was occurring with Gohan and Juunanagou that very moment.

Suddenly, Juunanagou pulled his fist back and then threw it at Gohan�s face. Taken completely by surprise, Gohan flew backwards a few yards, clutching his bleeding nose and groaning as the nauseous pain overcame him. Juunanagou walked toward him and, a little more gently kicked him in his side.

"Get up, we have to fight now." Juunana whispered in panic.

When Gohan made no move to get up, Juunanagou picked up the boy and threw him over his shoulder and shot up into the sky faster than a bullet. He flew erratically in the air a few times and then decided to settle on flying west.

When he was sure that his sister could no longer pick up what had happened, Juunanagou lowered himself and Gohan to the ground. A crumbling fountain, a rusty swing set, and a solitary bench stood behind them. This had once been a public park.

Gohan had no words to express how he was feeling. A moment ago he had been sharing a rather searing kiss with his enemy, and he had no idea why he had instigated it, and a second later his nose was bleeding and he had a horrible hitch in his ribs from the toe of a boot.

"You idiot boy." Juunanagou said softly, looking at Gohan apologetically. Juunanagou averted his eyes and swept his hair behind his ears.

"What the hell just happened?" Gohan go to his feet, clutching his ribs with one hand and his nose with another. "You want to fight, now do you? Let�s go then, asshole, let�s fight!" Gohan observed his fighting stance and glared menacingly at Juunanagou.

Juunanagou stared at Gohan blankly for a few moments, a look of grief reflected in his eyes.

"Fine, if its what you want."

Gohan thought that Juunana�s reply was a bit odd, but he shoved that notion to a far corner of his mind and hurled his fists at the android boy, who dodged them all easily. Gohan swept his foot through the air and resumed throwing fists at the android. Gohan glared into Juunanagou�s featureless face as he threw punches, kicks, and jabs at his opponent; it struck Gohan as odd how Juunana didn�t seem to have any enjoyment out of this.

Gohan threw one last punch at Juunanagou�s face. The android caught the punch easily, and did not let go of Gohan�s hand.

"Why aren�t you enjoying this? Why aren�t you getting a sick pleasure out of tormenting me? Why aren�t you . . ."

"She knows, Gohan." The cyborg whispered. The once piercing stare of Juunanagou�s fierce blue eyes now appeared dull and unhappy. "I can�t pretend anymore. It�s getting so old. I remember things again, things that Dr. Gero had erased when he made me. I�m feeling things that I thought were lost. I remember what my favorite food was, my favorite wine, I remember the make and model of my car. I remember why Dr. Gero turned me into this." Juunanagou, still holding Gohan�s hand, touched his chest stared at Gohan intensely as if trying to share his realization with the saiyajin. Gohan could feel the throbbing muscle under the layers of metallic rib cage and pectoral.

"And why did he make you into what you are?" Gohan whispered, entranced.

"To kill your father." The words sent jolts of electricity through Gohan�s dark eyes. He held his breath and worried his bottom lip with his teeth.

And then Juunanagou said the two words that Gohan never even thought possible of the cold-blooded assassin.

"I�m Sorry."

Time stood still at that moment. Gohan could no longer hear the crickets chirping loudly in the grass surrounding them, nor could he hear the rusty creaking of the swings as they undulated in the breeze. Gohan couldn�t taste the blood in his mouth from his bloody nose anymore, and he certainly couldn�t comprehend what he was doing next.

Feelings of rage, hate, and anger swept through his mind like a searing iron melting your skin at its touch. Flashes of himself killing Juunanagou, tearing him limb from limb and then spitting in his lifeless face swarmed his brain like a horrible cloud of killer bees. But instead, he betrayed his mind, and kissed the mechanical boy tenderly on the lips. And the android kissed back.

Time and space seemed to collapse. The only sound that was audible to Gohan was the thumping of his heart in his chest and that little voice in the back of his head that kept telling him that this was wrong and dangerous. But he ignored that voice and continued to thrust his tongue in and out of the Android�s cool mouth, merely suggesting the events that were likely to unfold. Gohan could feel the rhythm of Juunanagou�s heart against the palm of his hand; he used to think that the android�s heart was made of metal and wires, but now it was painfully obvious that it was, in fact, alive, like his own.

The two men sat at the edge of the fountain, arms wrapped around each other desperately, trying to feel and grasp on to something that was evading their grasp. Desperate fingers ripped open shirts and opened belt buckles; eager mouths licked, kissed, and nipped necks, fingers, and chests.

Anxious fingers swept through course pubic hair to tease the overeager organ which earned to be touched. Gentle caressing became swift and stern stroking, which then found both of the young men on the ground, one between the other�s legs, thrusting eagerly over the erection of the other man. A kiss was stolen between moans and sighs of pleasure as the fingers of a nimble hand prepared an eager lover.

A hoarse cry shattered the silence as a thick, hot cock split the other man in two. A pause. Another groan, but far more pleasurable, a sigh, and a steady surge of moans, gasps, and grunts as a steady rhythm was established. What seemed like an eternity later, a cry of climactic pleasure escaped the bruised lips of one of the two men, another shortly followed.

Juunanagou pulled on his button down shirt and sat on the edge of the fountain, staring at the grass below his boots. Gohan pulled his shirt over his head and sat next to his enemy, saying nothing. The two sat in awkward silence until the song of the crickets faded to silence.

Juunanagou stood and stared skyward, his hair fluttering in the sudden breeze around his shoulders. Gohan could not see his face, but he guessed what type of expression was lingering there.

"Please, I don�t want to do this anymore." Juunanagou whispered, turning his gaze to the ground before him. Gohan�s attention turned back to his lover. Lover. They were definitely lovers now. Juunanagou turned slowly to face Gohan, an expression of absolute sorrow, grief, and regret covering his usually serene features.

Gohan stared at Juunanagou with wide eyes, but before he could form words, Juunanagou cut him off again.

"Thank you, Gohan." Juunanagou�s eye brows wrenched and his forehead became creased, he suddenly looked so tired and sad.

"What?" Gohan whispered, utterly shocked. He stood and stared intensely at the android�s features. What the hell was going on?

"But I�m so sorry. I don�t want to. But I have to."

"What the hell type of nonsense are you talking about, Juunana?" Gohan yelled, suddenly very aware what was happening. Adrenaline surged through his veins, but it wasn�t enough to prepare him for what was coming next.

He could feel Juunanagou�s cold hands around his throat, pushing him back towards the ground next to the fountain. His ears were ringing and he felt his eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets from the intense pressure that was applied at his throat. He was suddenly aware what was happening to him. His mouth was so dry; yet he was choking on the saliva that was still in his mouth. He clumsily groped Juunanagou�s wrists and tried to pull the cold vice grip off his neck, but he was suddenly so tired that sleep sounded like the best option. Burning tears escaped his eyes as he stared into the white face of his enemy, and his lover. His vision began to tunnel and fade to black. He closed his eyes and choked on the last bit of air he was able to inhale. All Gohan could remember as he slipped off into death was Juunanagou�s smooth voice echoing somewhere off in the distance.

"I�m so sorry. I�m so sorry, Gohan. I think I love�"

Gohan�s world faded to black.

Author�s notes: First, let me offer all of you a mountain of apologies for the ridiculous amount of time that it took me to get this chapter out! I feel absolutely poor for keeping all of you waiting for so long for this next chapter! I know that if one of my favorite author�s hadn�t updated in a few months, that I would have given up and searched for new stories. I wouldn�t be the least bit surprised if you abandoned this, but I am also very humbled and thankful to those of you who have stuck around and post reviews demanding that I update.
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