Hitch

Title: Hitch
Pairing: BabidixGohan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Yaoi, non-con, crack, squick, agalmatophilia (sexual attraction to statues or mannequins or immobility), (in)appropriate abuse of Babidi's crystal ball.
Word count: 2,282
Summary: Tired of waiting for Yamu and Spopovich to return, Babidi finds a way to entertain himself.
A/N: For the kinks contest at the dragonballzyaoi LJ comm. Main kink used is agalmatophilia (sexual attraction to statues or mannequins or immobility). There's also some non-con (because that is a kink in itself), and maybe a bit of spandex thrown in. ;D Takes place during episode 203.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with Dragonball Z or the characters used for this fanfiction. I make no money through writing this fanfiction. All similarities to real life are coincidental.

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Hitch

The dark room echoed with the sound of Babidi tapping his long fingernails against the glass of his crystal ball. He stared into it with eyes which were unfocused. His shoulders were slumped and his facial expression was one of a being suffering extreme boredom. Even pacing back and fourth in his impatience had become dull and now his mind felt as though it were made of led.

It was entirely the Supreme Kai's fault, of course. If it weren't for him, Babidi wouldn't have to sit and wait for Spopovich and Yamu's return to him with the energy they were to collect or return to a horrible death. The Earthlings were also to share blame in this situation. They, after all, were the ones who wanted tournaments to be organised and insisted on one round at a time, with the contestants being slowly whittled down to the very strongest as they went along. If Babidi had it his way, he'd put them all into one ring for a battle royale match. A match to the death.

The only thing keeping him getting up to do anything was the thought that Earth would be the first planet to go. If he hadn't perished with boredom by then, of course.

In another attempt to find something more interesting than people standing around or sitting in their seats not doing much or fighting matches which were pathetically mediocre at best, Babidi focused a little bit of his energy on having the images in his crystal ball flicker around. It was a fighting tournament, for goodness sake. Even if it being held on a pathetically weak planet, there must be something going on. At that point, Babidi would have been happy to settle on a pair of eager teenagers having sex in a toilet cubical or behind a food stand.

Anything interesting.

But, of course, when a being is in such a high state of boredom like Babidi it takes a lot to perk even the slightest bit of interest at all. As it happens, he did catch a glimpse of a pair of young males in an otherwise unused bathroom. One was on his knees and had taken the other's cock as far as he could into his mouth. As his head moved back and fourth, his standing partner's head lolled back against the wall. His eyes were closed, his mouth hung open and, even in the dim light, Babidi could see the sweat clinging to his forehead. But such a sight only caused his boredom to grow. At least they were doing something.

His search continued, but his heavy mind felt sure he wouldn't find anything.

Then the image within his crystal ball flickered and focused on an Earthling male; still young yet clearly at a stage of maturity. He was picking his way along the narrow gaps between the backs of buildings and the walls which looped around any building related to the tournament, be it a toilet cubical, food stand or the main arena. The male appeared to be looking for something which perhaps he shouldn't be. He was alternating between peering inside buildings and frantically looking around, as though he feared being spotted.

He was also pretty. Aside the green tunic, which was a shade away from being retina-burning, of course. That could be cast aside. But beneath that was a black spandex which covered his body, yet left very little to the imagination. The male was of a strong build.

Babidi didn't think about what the male may be looking for because he didn't care. But he wasn't going to locate the object he desired any time soon if Babidi had any say in it, which he fully intended to.

"It isn't fair that Yamu and Spopovich should get all the fun, is it?" Babidi spoke to the tall, dark form who had been standing still and quiet against the wall. His eyesight remained focused upon the crystal ball and image of the Earthling male within it.

"It isn't," Dabura replied. He could see over Babidi and into the crystal ball and had a wide, anticipating smirk upon his face.

"Well then," Babidi said, feeling boredom lift and a smile spread across his face. "Let's have some entertainment while we wait."

Babidi held his hand over the crystal ball, right over the image of the male's head and reached out.

***

Gohan could feel his body trembling as he forced down his Saiyan sense of battle. He knew something was going on. Aside the brutal fighting tactics, there was a horrifying sense of evil around Spopovich. It was in his eyes, which held a maddening glint and in his inane smile as he had slowly tried to rip Videl apart piece by piece.

Instinct wanted Gohan to find out exactly what was going on and stop it. But the tug of his heart was stronger and it wanted to find Videl to make sure she was okay. And so Gohan was sneaking around the backs of buildings to avoid being spotted by anybody; peering into windows but always slinking away disappointed that he hadn't found the room he so desired.

As he pushed his back against another wall and felt the cooling shade press against his back through his clothing, he felt something sharp in his mind. Something which stung, ripped and tore inside his head. It felt as though there were fingers inside his mind, reaching, searching, scratching, grabbing.

His first instinct was to yelp with surprise and fear of the unknown. The only sound he managed to produce was the smallest of squeaks which shimmered then died in his throat when his mouth refused to open.

A cold sweat broke out on Gohan's body, making his flesh feel sticky against the tight spandex. He tried to move his arms, his fingers, his toes, his neck. But he remained frozen as though he were a statue. Not even his eyeballs would move as he wanted.

Suspension hung thickly around him when nothing happened for a moment. Gohan knew that pause was deliberate, meant for his mind to transform seconds into hours and minutes into years. It was meant to settle fear and uncertainty in his body, making it tense in defences it knows will be worthless.

And it works.

The barrier around his body reeks of his own fear. It rushed up his nostrils and spreads throughout his body. It yanks at his heart and squashes its stomach in the palm of its iron fist.

Then Gohan feels a touch against him, small and feather soft. But it was definitely there and definitely along the very spot between his stomach and his nether regions. It's another tactic designed to tease, tense and cause fear. Once again, it works.

With his body mysteriously immobilised and with such a long pause, which his last remaining shreds of rational thought tried to realise has only been a few seconds, Gohan has been anticipating attack. He knows it's coming and with every passing moment it's getting nearer and nearer. Stalking closer in the darkness beyond his vision.

No matter how much Gohan expected it and tried to prepare his senses, he feels his muscles tighten and his nerves alight when he feels a squeeze around his cock. It feels just like the fingers he felt spreading over his mind.

His body screams with the need to react, the plea pounds in Gohan's ears. But he cannot do it. There is a small part of his mind which was never taken by the mysterious grip and it's first need is for his hands to shoot down and remove whatever has grabbed him. His mind screams for his arms to move and Gohan can feel his nerves tingle furiously as they try. It feels as though they are trying desperately to rip his arms into action, pull them clean away from the rest of his body of they could. But they remain immobile as though Gohan were stone.

The first reaction his body wishes to take is to buck his hips forward but, just like everything else, the need to denied. But the sensation remains and burns a ripping trail through him. His body heats up to a temperature which is almost unbearable, encased in the sticky spandex. Gohan's lungs work frantically and he can feel his throat quivering as whatever holds his body allows him to breathe just enough to keep him alive. His chest burns as it feels the need to pant for breath in the shade which is all of a sudden boiling.

A moan bubbles in Gohan's throat and he's not sure if it's allowed to be released or not because all of a sudden is mind is buzzing. Whatever is on his cock tightens its hold and pumps him, up and down and up and down. The pace is fast and it makes Gohan's body frantic. His hips burn and scream with the need to buck and jolt and roll upwards, but whatever has control of him continues to harshly deny such urgent requests.

Only one thing is allowed and it is the one reaction which is stopped in its tracks by something which has nothing to do with the force that is controlling Gohan. His spandex feels tight as his cock tries to stand fully erect and Gohan knows that if he can do anything to relieve that, he could. But there is no chance of that happening.

Something starts kneading at his balls to accompany whatever is pumping hard and fast at his cock and Gohan's spine joins the ranks of the parts of his body that wish to react to such sensations. He wants to arch his back and throw his chin up towards the sky.

It's a three-way fight now. Gohan tries in vain to release himself from his mysterious binds and at the same time tried to pull his body back to remain as one; for one still desperately wants to escape and the other wants to revel and submerge in the new, terrifying feeling being forced upon him.

The side that wishes to escape is losing fast.

Then the battle is swiftly decided and all rational thought in his mind shattered into brittle fragments.

His body explodes with sensation as he feels the invisible force encasing him slip behind his balls and swipe once, swiftly, around his entrance. Then it's inside him; pulsing, stretching, wriggling and forcing it's way up and deep.

Whatever it is continued to pump furiously at his cock, kneed his balls hard and spasm inside him. Gohan's body is alive but the outside remains perfectly still. Not even his eyeballs can move, as though he were a stone statue.

He feels his body rip with the brutal force which continues to force its way up and up, then goes down a little way to wriggle and stretch him, before thrusting back again. His throat burns with the want to scream. His lungs are shuddering as they try to pant out the hot air around him which it can only just force in and out at a furious rate. He's sweating so much there is one horrible moment where Gohan is convinced his spandex will remain stuck to him forever.

He's aching with horrible pain and rippling in a terrible pleasure. The want to move more than he ever has enough, involuntary or not, is made worse by the fact that he just can't. Even the attempts to power up are rendered useless when the invisible fingers on his mind squeeze and leave his head swimming.

Something inside his body is hit, punched and punished by the invisible force. His throat is on fire and Gohan becomes horrifically convinced his lungs will explode at any moment. The only thing he can hear is a pounding in his ears, which may be his heart racing faster than it ever has or his body screaming for some sort of reactive moments which it craves more than the most severe of addicts.

Darkness creeps into the edges of his vision. Gohan tries to fight it, tries to do something despite his completely immobile state. But his mind is not his any more. It is caught and writhing in the grip of invisible fingers. Squeezing fingers. Pumping fingers. Rubbing fingers. Kneading fingers. Pushing fingers. Stretching fingers. Pulsing fingers. Thrusting fingers.

The darkness consumes him and the last thing Gohan sees before it is a wide smile. He feels the fingers on his mind press down and swipe across, as though they were sweeping away dust.

***

Something soft brushes against his cheek and Gohan instantly reaches up to brush it away. He opens his eyes just in time to see a butterfly flutter up and towards the bushes.

Then Gohan realises that he is laying on the ground and has just woken up. His mind buzzes with confusion as he starts to push himself up.

He gets as far as his knees before pain rips and burns throughout his entire body. Gohan crashes back down to the ground, screaming as his hands shoot to the source of the pain. His asshole burns with pain and his cock throbs with ache.

Gohan feels dizzy and sick as he strives to remember something. Anything. But can't. All he can do is conclude that it must be connected in some way to the freakish strength possessed by Spopovich and whatever had caused Piccolo to become so surprised by the mysterious Shin.

The sound of voices reaches his ears and Gohan's first instinct is to freeze. He lays in the shadows behind the building built specially for the tournament and soon identifies the voices as those of the press demanding to hear news of Videl's condition.

Hearing Videl's name, Gohan forces his priorities back together. He bites his bottom lip hard and forces himself to his feet, hissing with the burning pain as he does.

It is something to do with the increasing number of strange events. Something deep inside Gohan's instincts knows that. And so he knows he'll get to the bottom of whatever has caused such a ripping and burning pain inside him.

Trying with all his might to push back horrific concern about where the pain is actually coming from, Gohan continues his search for where Videl lays.

END