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The Prompt: Android 17/Various Z Fighters

This naughty picture here: http://fuckyeahdragonballzyaoi.tumblr.com/post/14263750622/maintenance-work-gokux17-requested
has inspired me with a prompt idea. Basically, I want Android 17 being really devious and tricking one or more of the Z Fighters of your choice into helping him with his "maintenance" issues. Maintenance issues that require them to have sex with 17. It's up to you whether 17 really tricks the Z fighters, or if they just want a chance to score with him and go along with what he says. (As I think Goku's probably the only one who is really that gullible.)

The fill:

“You’re not Tien.” Juunanagou made sure his eyes were wide, and his voice perfectly soft, even as the larger man stumbled backwards. It was hard not to give a grin at the wide, dark eyes. Or smirk, or lick his lips surveying this territory. All tanned bulging smooth skin--hidden beneath a jacket, heavy sweater, a white t-shirt and comfortable jeans that he immediately wanted to remove for a better view. Spiky black hair just begging for a hand to tug at it. Any disappointment he’d had at not finding the three-eyed fighter were gone.

“You’re an android. Juunanagou.”

The teenage cyborg kept his voice just a shade above plaintiff. “I was looking for Tien.”

In the large hands, the snowball the fighter had been trying to make crumbled apart to fall limply to the ground. “Huh? Why?”

“I need his help.” He gave a pained smile, hoping he looked pale and clammy.

“What—what’s wrong?” Poor Yamcha looked so torn between running away and helping him. As one of the saviors of Earth, he had a moral responsibility to help people, especially ones that were injured, and even more so ones that asked so politely for his assistance. From Gero’s many files, Juunanagou knew that the tall man had a weakness for bravery, and like so many humans, wanted nothing more than to be seen as heroic.

“Nothing. Ah, I don’t think you can help.” Gingerly, he placed a hand on his hip. Winced at the contact. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Repulsed and attracted. Yamcha eventually moved forward, stiff and prepared for fight or flight. “You don’t look all that well…”

“I was hoping to see Tien, I thought he might be strong enough to help, but well, never mind.” The dark-haired teen swallowed mightily. “I don’t think you’re the right person for this. Yeah, this isn’t something you’d be able to help with.”

Then he stumbled, falling into the other guy’s arms. Against his forehead, he could feel the muscles bulging, the raised heartbeat, the wool of the fabric rough, the smell of some cologne. It was hard not to smile, and he had to bite the inside of his cheeks for a moment to regroup before he looked up. Now flushed, and hopeless. “Sorry. Really, really sorry.”

“I, um.” The big guy seemed incapable of doing nothing but stuttering and looking downward. “Hey, that’s not—what exactly is wrong? Are you sick? Oh, is it something to do with those bombs?”

“’Bombs’?”

“Yeah, the ones that Krillin wished out. You knew about that, right? From your twin sister?”

“I actually haven’t seen my sister. Not since Cell.” He turned his gaze away, swallowing again. Still nearly pressed into Yamcha.

Somewhere, Juuhachigou should be both laughing and rolling her eyes over this stunt. Right now, she was no doubt sitting on the couch, flipping through some boring book or magazine, thinking what a moron he was. So obviously jealous that she hadn’t thought of this concerning that weird short guy. Then again, from what she’d said he sounded so smitten that he didn’t need any pretenses. She was lucky enough just to be able to snap her fingers and get what she wanted.

But, really, where was the fun in that? Sure, he guessed his sister must love being in charge that way, but he really preferred to have some fun before his prey bowed their head in submission.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Awkwardly, the cyborg felt a hand give him a hasty slap on the back. “I’m sure she’s around, probably looking for you. Maybe Krillin knows where she is?

“Um. Not that they’re dating or anything. But she seemed to like him. Platonically.”

It was difficult not to roll his own eyes at that. What, was he some crazed over-protective brother who barked at any guy that came too close to his sister? That was more Gero’s MO, like that time he’d let the twins out of their cages and sent Juukyugou to babysit both them and the people they ran into. Any attempts at being inconspicuous disappeared at the creepy fat clown that hissed at anyone who came too close to his fellow androids.

Just the thought of that thing made Juunanagou press his cheek into Yamcha’s chest. Thank god that he didn’t ever have to see that creepy pale face again. Or Gero. Just thinking about that was enough to brighten his day and he had to restrain himself from pulling Yamcha down for a long hearty kiss. Then grind into him until they melted the snow around them. Make him forget all about Goku’s blue-haired friend, and the tall bald one for that matter.

“Right. Well, if you’d please direct me to Tien.” He gave another wince, nearly stroking his hip. Trying not to give the bigger brunette a long stare.

“Is it your leg? How could Tien help with that?”

“I need someone—strong—to help with my hip. The actuator for the joint…“ Juunanagou gave a shaky laugh. “I seem to have lost my oilcan.”

“Oh, you need it to be lubricated?” Blinking those dark eyes, blasé innocence. Looking down at his blue-eyed charge that he would so eagerly protect, like some knight.

“Yes, exactly. But I need someone strong enough to do it.”

The eyebrows creased. A tightened jaw that Juunanagou had to resist not cupping. “I could help.”

I bet you could. In a few different ways. Depending on how flexible you are.

“I don’t know.” He let a grimace rise over his face and a shudder work through him. “This is all Gero’s fault.

“You’re not the only one that was hurt by that old guy.” Yamcha patted his chest. “Struck his hand right through me.”

“Ah.” His own slightly paler hand crept out to run over the front of his sweater. “He stabbed you?”

“Yep. Uu-uummm.” That look of rabbit terror was back as Juunanagou hand moved upward to stroke his chin.

“You know, maybe you can help me. I guess you’re pretty strong, right?”

“Yeah.” Muscles twitching under his hand. Not quite turning away. “Maybe not Super Saiyan strong, but still.”

“Alright.” Warily, the young man went for his belt buckle. “If you say you’ll help me.”

It would have been nice for there to be something more than innocent curiosity, like a child waiting to see the grisly scab on their playmate’s knee. Sad, just sad. This was going to be a shock for him, once he realized what Juunanagou wanted. It was either going to be incredibly difficult, or very easy. The brawny fighter seemed more on the ball than Krillin and Goku, less cynical and violent than Vegeta, not as humorless as Tien. But none of that meant he spent his time in and out of gay bars. Not like that purple-haired guy, unfortunately.

There was another upside to being an android, despite his sister’s constant complaints, and that was the temperature regulator. Had to be freezing out here for regular humans, and the way Yamcha was just staring at him was starting to make him feel self-conscious enough about unzipping and shoving down his jeans.

“So what’s wrong?”

Didn’t even seem to care about the lack of underwear. A good sign?

“So, what, I have to shove something into place?”

“Yes, something. And then lubricated my--” Insides. With that reasonably big cock that I have spent way too long studying in certain videos Gero was kind/creepy enough to provide. “Hip actuator.”

“Okay.” Yamcha reached out, all stable hands and careful avoiding of genitalia. “Where do I push?”

“Um.” Now of course he was deciding to squirm. The tall human was much warmer than he’d expected, temperature regulator or not. He took a calloused hand, and placed it firmly on his ass. And the other on the fighter’s prick. “Here. Stick this here.”

“There? That.”

“Right. Here.”

Black eyes fluttered upward to meet his. “Oh. Uuuuuhh.”

“I know, but, please. It really does hurt.”

“Does it?” There was an increasingly sullen expression on that squarish face.

“Yes.” Juunanagou wrapped his hands around his cock, as best he could through the denim. “I need this. Inside me.”

“To make you feel better.”

“Right.”

“To…lubricate—oh.”

“Yes.”

“And you couldn’t just stick some WD-40 up there?”

The cyborg scratched the fabric gently with the tips of his fingernails. “Nope.”

“This doesn’t sound very…and you wanted Tien to do this?”

“He seemed a better source. More virile.”

“He is not,” Yamcha chided. “I don’t think he even likes anyone.”

Could it be his imagination, or was there some stiffening going on? And not just on his own end, either.

“So, what, I stick it in you.” The well-muscled man leaned into Juunanagou, who nearly shivered in delight. Not an insurmountable task, like Juuhachigou had claimed. “And then what?”

Now it was more difficult than ever not to grab Yamcha. “Maybe we should just see what happens? If you can actually make me feel any better.”

“Now, hang on.” The scars only looked more conspicuous when he blushed. “I never said that I’d do anything. With you. And do you mind moving your hand?”

As though his hand wasn’t still on Juunanagou’s ass “But, Yamcha, I need help.”

“No arguments here.”

“It hurts. And this is the only thing I’ve found to work well.”

“Seh-ex?”

“Yeah.” Now he was most definitely pouting, and leaning back into Yamcha. Tightened his hand. “It won’t hurt you, if you’re worried.”

“No, that’s not it.” The human was nearly tugging at his spiky hair. “This is just crazy.”

“Just for a little while. See if it helps me feel better.”

“I, well…”

“C’mon.” It was the easiest thing to begin undoing his pants. Not even the slightest sign of protest. Nor did he complain as the android slid a hand into his boxers and around the twitching, warm cock. “What else do you have to do?”

“Not a lot,” Yamcha grumbled. “But you’re a guy.”

The free hand was just going to waste, so the teen led it to his own penis that was definitely showing off his own limited hesitation in this matter. “Yes, I am. So you shouldn’t have a hard time figuring out how this works.”

Yet, still, the calloused fingers were shy and inexperienced. Like he’d never touched a penis. A fact which from his rocky relationship with Bulma that no doubt involved a lot of self-abuse, was just a lie. “Like this?”

“Yes.” God it did feel good to be in charge. “On your back. Wait, no, I’ll get on mine. You’re on top.” For once. “Here, I’ll get on my back, like this. Grab my legs.”

“Oh god. Oh god.”

“Here, let me take my shirt off.”

That googly look again. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope.” Juunanagou smiled. “I have you here, to warm me up.”

“Uh, sure.” The bigger guy went to his knees. “Keeping the scarf on, huh?”

“Of course,” he said, trying for primness. “Oh, here’s the lube. More lube, I mean, for the hip.”

“What, does that thing keep your head attached?” Yamcha grumbled. “What is this, cherry? You really planned this out, didn’t you?”

“Just stick it in.”

“To make you feel better, right?”

“Duh.”

“Just this once. And, don’t tell anyone. Just…do I just shove it in?” Yamcha had to fumble around with himself, and the bottle. He seemed determined to not say anything much, even when Juunanagou groped at him. Even when the cyborg found the right angle to be slid into, and he was gasping himself. Even when Yamcha grabbed his hips without the slightest bit of tenderness or worriment for whatever pain the teenage might be experiencing. It was all he could do to grab the still-jean clad thighs

Focused on nothing but his own sick pleasures, just using me, the poor android, oh god yes, he grabbed himself, pumping his stiffened cock and moaning when Yamcha lifted him up briefly.

“This is really, really…something. Fu-uck. You’re so tight.”

And when Juunanagou tensed, smirking, knees against the large, scared chest. “No, don’t do that. Please, god. Kami. Dende.”

“Hey, no other names besides mine.” The longish haired gave a friendly tap to a thick wrist.

“Ah.” He was rewarded with a gooberish smile. “Sorry. Juunanagou.”

“That’s better.”

With arms to either side of him, the heavy body moving in close and pushing his legs closer to his stomach--He didn’t realize he was being kissed for a few moments. Then then mouth was moving away from his own lips and towards his forehead. A wet tongue lapping at his forehead, licking the tip of his nose, tracing shapes on his chin. As his cock was sliding so quickly in and out of him, not at all shy, and nearly drawing cries from the cyborg. Fingers stroking the tips of his stiff nipples turned a darker shade from the moderate coldness he could feel and arousal. Kissing his ears, over and over again, while whispering with an almost disturbing amount of tenderness. “Juunanagou.

“Juunanagou.”

Right then of course his body turned traitor, and seized around the hissing warrior as he ended up finishing all over his now-damp hand and tensed stomach. All he could do was swallow over and over again for a few moments as Yamcha continued. Hadn’t even lasted longer than him. After his sis finished throwing up, Juuhachigou would have laughed to hear that little piece of info.

“Juun-nanagou.”

This, this was better than he’d imagined. Shorter, yes, but had to give it up for Yamcha for lasting this long. The cock still in him, shifting a little to the right, then the left, soft growls coming from the broad throat. Not quite as good as that fantasy where he’d had all the Earth fighters swarming around him in under the guise of ‘needing some coolant. Everywhere.’ While they took turns with him, he would turn to the cameras to stick his tongue out, to mock his twin since obviously he’d have to send her a tape of such an event--and of course then send it to the others as a gift and memento of that wonderful event. Juuhachigou would probably complain about not being there, to at least the whiny short one that she was so obsessed with and couldn’t seem to stop talking/complaining about.

Pacing around the living room and trying not to trip over the rug or the cords, a disturbed manic look to her eyes: ‘I saw him talking to his pervert roommates about me.’

On his beanbag chair: ‘…how did you see him? Were you stalking him again?’

Finally, he felt that warmth shooting into him, as his softening cock was massaged and the semen on his stomach was wiped up with a sock. What gentlemen the Earth fighters were. Yamcha’s hand somehow ended up in his hair, slipping in during his reverie. “Feel better?”

“Mm. A little.” Then he slid off the well-built man, almost wincing at the new delightful ache.

Yamcha just stared at him, watching him get dressed, before tucking himself away.

Juunanagou carefully pulled his shirts on, trying not to strangle himself with the handkerchief around his neck. Had to brush snowflakes and ignore the dampness on his clothes. “Consider this a form of penance.”

The flushed face moved from staring at his navel. “What did I do?”

“No, as a forgiveness present, for what Gero did.” Juunanagou yanked up his jeans. “And well, I can do the same.”

“Alright. Alright, I guess.” He was still red, and seemed unable to keep from playing with his belt buckle. “Um. So-o-o, was that all that was? Just a way of saying sorry?”

“What, you need something more?” The cyborg blinked. “I never even beat you up.”

“Yeah, but…no, that’s not what I meant. I meant: that was why you did it? That whole story, flying out here, man. Shouldn’t you have an easier time having sex than that? Aren’t there guys closer to your house?”

Thought you were supposed to be a wolf, not a puppy. “But not you. Or Tien.”

“Thanks? I guess. For coming all the way out here.”

“Twice, actually.”

“Huh?”

“Nevermind.”

“And it was all a lie? Your hip’s okay?”

“It was. Now, I’m not so sure. You might have fucked it out of place. We’ll see.” Juunanagou had to ring out his socks. “There’s more dignity in tricking than in begging for sex. You should try it sometimes.”

“Hilarious.” Yamcha laid a hand on his shoulder. “So, can I escort you somewhere?”

“What?”

“Fly with you someplace? I dunno. I’ve never done anything like this. Can I, um, kiss you goodbye.”

“Alright.”

Yamcha even closed his eyes as he held the android in place to kiss him. All oddly polite and dry, like Juunanagou’s parents were waiting for him behind the front door to come home before curfew. Gee, willakers, that sure was swell. Now Yamcha would give him his pin or letterman jacket and ask if he wanted to go steady.

Black irises focused on his own pale ones. Hand back to stroking his hair. Smothering the android the way his twin sister wanted to be covered with that weird short monk’s—a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you again, right?”

“Sure. If you can talk your friend Tien into joining in, too. And then I can bring Krillin over, since the last time it was just him and me, it was pretty boring.”

“Wha—what do you mean? Krillin?!”

Juunanagou waved goodbye. “See you around if I need something else worked on.”
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