| AUTHORESS' NOTES: All right folks, this is it. The long dreaded sequel to "Games" (well, long dreaded by a friend of mine anyways. He was deeply disturbed by the last part and will probably be disturbed by this one so I should tell him to read it ^_^) Same warnings as the last one: yaoi, lemon (definitely, although it's not really _that_ bad of one... but it is the raunchiest stuff I've written) angst... but no bondage this time. Let's just call this Gohan's revenge ^_~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- GAMES: The Rematch By: Immicolia "I do unto you What has been done to me I do unto you What has been done..." He awoke with a start, covered by a sheen of sweat as he struggled for breath. It was that dream... that horrible dream. Again, for the fourth time that week.... Shakily he got to his feet and moved towards the window, flinging it open and praying for a slight breeze to cool his still burning skin. "Kami-sama," he breathed as he stood there, "why? Why do I have to dream about that?" He suppressed a shudder as all of the sensations evoked by that dream came rushing back to him. And he could see it in his mind's eye so easily. Like he was living that awful moment all over again.... Juunana-gou kneeling down beside him... {...I'll try my best to make it fun for both of us....} Those cold semi-artificial hands pulling away the rest of his shirt... {Kami-sama but you're good looking. Right down to the scars....} Over eagerly yanking his pants off... {Damnit! I told you to cooperate kid. Nobody wants to see you get hurt....} Then violently shoving him down and taking him. Moaning his name over and over so neither of them could forget who the other was... {Gohan... ah... Gohan... I think... ah... by Kami... I... I'm gonna... o... oh... ffffuck.....} Then there had been that horrible feeling as Juunana had shuddered and spilled himself, causing Gohan to nearly vomit from the sensation of hot fluid rushing into him. He had moaned and cried and struggled to escape, kicking at the cybernetic boy who merely laughed at him... {What? You're not having fun yet? Come here....} He had yanked Gohan against him once more. Kissing the half-Saiyajin roughly, driving his tongue into his new plaything's mouth possessively and allowing his hand to massage Gohan into a writhing arousal. And as Gohan lost control, spilling himself into his hand, Juunana-gou smirked for an instant... {See, I told you that you'd have fun....} He let out a shuddering sob, trying to shake the memories of that day away. That day that had only gotten worse as it had continued. That day when he had lost the last of whatever innocence he might have been clinging to in this hellish world. Shivering he moved to close the window again and gasped as something darted out of the darkness and grabbed his arm. "Hi there." The sound of that cool voice instantly caused ice to form in his veins. "You up for another game?" "No!" Gohan growled, trying to pull out of that chilling grip. A grip which tightened slightly in response and yanked him forward, almost out the window, until he was nose to nose with the cyborg boy who just shot him a lazy smile. "What's wrong? I know you had fun last time...." "No, I didn't...." Gohan's voice choked off helplessly as Juunana-gou suddenly pressed the gentlest of kisses on the end of his nose, smiling playfully the entire time. "Don't lie. You wanted me then. Just like you want me now." "No..." he repeated, his voice no more than a whisper. His formerly vehement protests beginning to sound weak. "Yes." The cyborg's mouth was against his cheek now, moving temptingly. "Would you like it better if you were in control this time? I'll let you." Without another word he crawled through the window, still gripping Gohan's wrist, and strolled over to the bed. "So much nicer than the last place we played," he mused, glancing over at Gohan who looked like he was struggling with what to do about the situation. "You know you can't fight me," he said simply, causing the half-Saiyajin to start slightly. "You do realize that don't you? It's the same as last time, if you try to fight you're just going to die. But I am giving you the choice, either you take charge or I do. Either way I'm sure it'll be just as interesting as last time... hmm?" He finally loosened his grip on Gohan's wrist, who immediately jerked his arm back, glaring at the boy. "My choice huh?" he asked hoarsely. "What if I choose to tell you to get the hell out of here?" "But that wasn't one of the choices," Juunana retorted with an evil grin, a grin that widened as he plopped down on the bed and tested the springs. "Mmm... this is gonna be lots of fun. Hurry up and make up your mind so we can get started." "Get out," Gohan finally growled, getting a grip on the situation, and the eager grin on the cyborg's face transformed into a smirk. "So I take it you want me to take charge again, hmm?" "No. I told you to get out and I expect you to do it. I don't feel like participating in your idea of 'fun.' Now get the hell...." His protest was cut short as Juunana darted back to his feet and pressed his lips to Gohan's, biting the half-Saiyajin's lower lip roughly before sliding his tongue inside. Then, while Gohan was slightly disorientated, he pulled the other teen backwards so they landed in a heap on the bed where he continued to kiss him relentlessly, almost reluctantly removing his mouth from Gohan's so he could brush his lips against the point where shoulder joined neck. "You want this," he murmured against the warm flesh of Gohan's neck. "Admit it. If I stopped right now and left you'd be wanting it all night. It'll be good. As good as the very last time. When I untied you, remember?" Gohan let out a weak moan in reply and Juunana smiled, pressing another kiss on a well muscled shoulder. "I thought you did," he breathed, beginning to alternate between gentle bites and licks. A process that almost immediately caused Gohan to begin shivering. "And it'll be just as good this time...." "Just as good..." Gohan echoed vaguely, not feeling much like protesting anymore. Every inch of skin that those lips had touched tingling slightly. Hazily he met the cybernetic boy's cool gaze. "You... you said you'd... let me...." "So you _do_ want to." Juunana let out a low chuckle and stopped his teasing kisses, sitting back instead. "All right then. Take charge. I'll even let you get a little rough... but not too rough," he added quickly. "If you start getting out of hand I may be forced to retaliate. And I doubt that you'd enjoy that." Gohan stared at him for a moment, breathing raggedly, his head still spinning slightly from the last dizzying kiss. Had he just said what he'd thought he'd said? Better question: did he really want to do this? some sadistic part of his mind piped up. "Well?" Juunana suddenly asked impatiently. "Are you going to just sit there? Because if you are I'm going to have to take charge myself. Even if you _did_ say that you wanted...." His veiled threat quickly came to a halt as Gohan lunged forward, hooking his fingers into the other's shirt and easily ripping the cloth. Juunana-gou's eyes widened slightly in shock and he tore his gaze away from his now tattered shirt to meet Gohan's darkly smoldering one. "Hey," he finally said, trying his best to look annoyed. "Easy on the clothes. I like this outfit and there aren't very many like it left." Gohan said nothing in reply, quickly finishing his removal of the cyborg's shirt. An action which immediately caused a grin to break out on Juunana's face. "So, you've finally decided to admit that you enjoyed yourself and do a little active participation, hmm? Well, good. That's gonna make it all the more...." "Shut up!" Gohan hissed, cutting the other boy off by grabbing his throat. "Like you said, _I'm_ in charge so _I_ get to make the rules for this little 'game.' And I don't want you to utter one more fucking syllable. Got it!?" Juunana nodded silently, his eyes glittering almost eagerly as he waited for the half-Saiyajin to continue. "Good. Now it's time for a little role reversal." He smiled coldly, steeling himself for what he was about to do. "And if you enjoy yourself, I guess we both win...." *********** Gohan glanced over at the sated, semi-conscious boy that was laying in bed beside him and shuddered. How could he have done that? How could he have actually relished and enjoyed touching that _monster_ like that? "What's wrong?" He tensed as that cold voice washed over him, it's tone caressing. "Second thoughts? Or maybe third or fourth, it's so hard to say. I know you were having fun before...." "I thought I told you to shut up," Gohan hissed at him, causing the cybernetic boy to smile cruelly. "Well, it seemed to me that you'd finished this round of the game. So I figured that any rules you had made were no longer applicable. Now what's wrong? It's quite obvious that you enjoy yourself during, so why the hostility before and after?" Juunana watched him expectantly, an almost concerned look on his face and Gohan shoved at him to get him out of the bed. "I wouldn't expect something like you to understand." "Ah... so it's an emotional thing...." He nodded knowingly as if to say, 'Of course, that's why humans do _any_ stupid thing.' "Yes, it's an emotional thing. Now get the hell out!" He shoved at Juunana-gou once again but the cyborg just continued to smile at him calmly. "I mean it! Get the hell out of here before I...." "Before you what? Fuck me again in some vain attempt to get even for what I did to you." Gohan stared at him in shock and he simply shrugged. "Come now, you think I didn't know. Your motives are so transparent Son Gohan, although a better word for them would be rationalizations. You don't want to admit that you _wanted_ to do that so you're just saying 'turnabout is fair play'. When in reality you just can't handle the fact that you love it." His mouth twisted into his usual smirk, pale eyes glittering with pure sadistic humor. "I just bet you want to do it again, don't you?" "No," Gohan growled, giving him another shove. One that was quickly countered by Juunana grabbing his wrists and rolling the pair of them over so the young cyborg was now straddling him. "Yes you do. I know you hate me, but I also know that you love what I do to you. Even the first time. You may have tried to hate it... but you didn't. Not completely." He gently ran his thumb along Gohan's cheek, who immediately twisted his head aside in an attempt to escape the cool touch. "Do you want to know why _I_ enjoy this?" he purred, eyes growing heavy lidded as he continued to lightly brush his fingers across Gohan's face. "Because you're dangerous. You're the only person in this world who poses even the _mildest_ of threats to me. That makes you entertaining. I like to be entertained." Slowly he lowered his head and touched his lips to Gohan's, kissing the half-Saiyajin gently. After a moment, and with more reluctance than he wanted to admit, Gohan jerked his head aside, breathing hard. "Get off of me," he finally hissed, glaring up at the artificial boy who was still straddling him. "Now." "What's wrong? Had enough fun for one day?" "I'm sick of this and I'm sick of you. I swear, some day I'll destroy you Juunana-gou. Even if it's just so I don't have to look at that disgusting smirk of yours ever again." That one sentence caused the smirk on Juunana's face to widen slightly as he finally did what he was told and slipped out of the bed. "Well, I suppose I've made some progress," he said simply as he retrieved his discarded jeans from the floor. "You're not denying the fact that you enjoyed it anymore. I knew there was a reason I was being so damn accommodating and tolerant today...." He shot a sadistic smile in Gohan's direction as he finished gathering up the rest of his clothes. "But I won't be quite as tolerant next time. So you better watch it kid, or you're gonna end up getting yourself hurt." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he paused for a moment by the window. "And if you think that you can destroy me then you're really gonna end up getting hurt. I don't want to have to kill you kid, you're far too much fun." "Bastard," Gohan muttered under his breath as he watched the raven-haired cyborg boy slip out the same window that he had entered through. "Vicious, sadistic little...." He suddenly shuddered as something that Juunana-gou had said in his parting struck him. 'I won't be quite as tolerant next time....' "Next time," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "Kami please don't let there be a next time. Because next time I won't care what he does to me, I'll just want him to do it. And I don't want to prove that bastard right...." Ugh... I wrote this? END IT! * * * * * ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrical Quote: "Prison Sex" by Tool -Immicolia... immicolia@hotmail.com Immicolia's Fanfiction Nebula http://www.oocities.org/Tokyo/Temple/8671 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- |