| AUTHORESS' NOTES: Okay, here it is. For those who want it, another round of the games. The continuing, and swiftly getting raunchier, story of Gohan and Juunana-gou. I really gotta stop this before these start getting really raunchy.... But I digress, into the warnings. Yaoi (duh), Lemon (yes my stuff is getting so bad that I can now call it a full fledged lemon instead of just lemony, or lime or whatever the hell you call mild citrus) still a bit of mild angst and that's about all. So without further ado... Round 3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- GAMES: Round Three By: Immicolia "I need you to feel this I need this to make me whole..." He sat. Watching from his perch on a half-ruined building. Frozen eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at the figure who was single mindedly training. Without any conscious thought his tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he focused on the figure's bare chest, which was at the moment glistening with sweat from heavy exercise. Finally he stirred, slowly standing and leaping lightly to the ground. Landing silently... almost. The faint sound that was caused by his sneakered feet striking the rubble strewn pavement caused the object of his attention to pause. Slowly the half-Saiyajin boy turned, dark eyes guarded. "You're back," Gohan said simply, barely above a whisper. Juunana-gou nodded by way of reply. "You know why I'm here." Gohan quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to look at that monster who was standing there with such cold assurance. "You want to _play_ again," he said all but spitting the word. "I'll warn you right now that I'm not in the mood for a 'game.'" Juunana let out a small laugh at that statement. "You're never in the mood for the game. I always have to persuade you, and you always end up having as much fun as I do so I don't know why you fight it so hard. You know, it would be quite interesting to have you come to me sometime." "Keep on dreaming Jinzoningen," he growled, turning away. "It's never going to happen any other way." "Oh I don't know," Juunana murmured, resting a gentle hand on the other boy's shoulder. Letting his fingers trail across the bare flesh in a motion that caused a shudder to rip through Gohan. "I get the feeling that you'll be coming to me someday. It might not be soon, but it'll be someday. That'll be a _really_ good day for both of us," he breathed into Gohan's ear, nipping at the lobe playfully and causing him to gasp and attempt to pull away. Juunana just tightened his grip on the half-Saiyajin and Gohan immediately twisted around to stare at him with slightly panic-stricken eyes. Eyes that he suddenly found focused on the cyborg's mouth as he watched Juunana's tongue dart out to moisten his lower lip. Juunana couldn't help it, he smirked at the sight of the pure naked hunger that was slowly creeping into Gohan's eyes. "Quit fighting it," he said simply. "You know you can't beat me at this part of the game. No matter how much you deny it, deep down you want to play. So let's play...." His voice trailed off promisingly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Gohan's chest, causing the other teen to shiver again. Slowly he worked his way downward, letting his lips trail over the solid planes of muscle, running his tongue along the scars that cris-crossed the surface of the skin. Dipping his tongue into the half-Saiyajin's navel for a moment. An action which caused Gohan to let out a low groan and bury his fingers in the cool silk of Juunana's hair. The cyborg just smiled and murmured something that sounded like "it gets better" against Gohan's well muscled abdomen before continuing downward. A small sob escaped Gohan's lips as he felt those cool hands beginning to tug at his pants. Sliding the cloth down past his hips. He opened his mouth in an attempt to whisper "stop it" but no sound escaped his throat. Not until those lips closed over him and he let out a strangled moan as he felt his knees weaken from the sensation. Unconsciously he began pressing towards him, his breath escaping in short ragged gasps as that mouth continued to work over him hungrily. He could feel nothing beyond the sensations that were rocking him at the moment, and in all honesty he didn't want to. The bastard was right, deep down he always wanted to 'play' and now the protests he put up were halfhearted at best. Letting out one more hoarse cry he spilled himself and felt his legs finally give out underneath him. Juunana licked his lips and smiled as Gohan collapsed against him. He was all ready to keep going, to press himself on the boy and take his pleasure quickly. He had done that the first time and certainly it had been enjoyable, but for some reason it had been even better when he had allowed Gohan to react as well. When the half-Saiyajin had been writhing in pleasure it had only worked to intensify his own. So he would wait and allow the kid to catch his breath. That way it would be that much better for him. "Ready?" he found himself asking gently as he noticed Gohan's eyes on him, the dark depths wide and questioning. "Like you'd stop if I wasn't," Gohan hissed back at him, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid looking at him. "You'd just take what you wanted... as always. So go ahead, take it. What do my wishes matter to something like you?" "They don't," Juunana retorted coolly. "But it's so much more entertaining when you enjoy yourself as well. I enjoy watching you, almost as much as I enjoy screwing the hell out of you. And if I can do both...." He smiled wickedly. "Well, let's just say that something like that makes for an all around good day. Now, you didn't answer my question. Are you ready?" Gohan glared up at him through narrowed eyes, finally letting his breath escape in a small sigh. "Yes. Is that what you want to hear you son of a bitch? Yes, I'm ready. Go ahead, let's just get this over with." "No need to make it sound like such a chore," Juunana purred, brushing his lips lightly against Gohan's neck. "We both know that you're going to enjoy yourself, so why bother acting. Go on, admit it. You want me." "I'd never give you that much satisfaction." "Oh-ho! This is a new tune." Juunana grinned slightly as he started to unfasten his jeans. "Of course you realize that by saying that to me you've basically implied that you're enjoying yourself with me. So you _have_ given me that much satisfaction... and more if you count the fun we had last time. I thoroughly enjoyed that, we should do it again sometime. But not today. Today it's _my_ turn to be in charge. Maybe next time...." "There's not going to be a next time!" "Yes there will. There's always going to be a 'next time.' And the only way to stop it is if either you or I die. And I don't think I'm going to die anytime soon. And I really don't want to have to kill you just yet, so we're going to be keeping at it for a while." Smoothly he slipped out of his jeans, a self-satisfied smirk touching his lips the entire time as the rest of his clothes quickly followed. Gohan let out a small dismayed moan and squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen next and not wanting to face it at all. "Look at me." He whimpered slightly at the softly spoken command but didn't listen, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter if that were possible. A gasp escaping his lips as a hand clamped around his throat roughly and squeezed. "Damn you," Juunana hissed, still squeezing Gohan's throat slightly. "I said look at me. And it wasn't a request." Slowly Gohan's eyes cracked open and he nodded, removing his hand from the half-Saiyajin's throat to brush against his cheek. "Better. I want you to look at me kid, and I want you to remember _precisely_ who it is making you feel this good." Gohan let out another small whimper, but somehow met the cool gaze of the cybernetic boy. Only loosing eye contact when Juunana thrusted into him and his eyes squeezed shut involuntarily against the tears of pain that were forming. Slowly the pain subsided however, and he cautiously met Juunana-gou's gaze as best he could. His eyes still squeezing shut every so often when he was struck by a wave of something that he was loathe to try and name. Finally the cyborg let out a strangled cry as he climaxed, gazing down at Gohan hazily as he finished. "You didn't look at me at the start," he breathed, brushing his hand along the half-Saiyajin boy's face almost gently. "Why not? Especially when I told you to." "It hurt you idiot," Gohan growled at him, suddenly not caring what might happen to him anymore. "I hurt you?" Juunana looked genuinely confused and Gohan finally snapped, shoving at him roughly. "Yes you hurt me! You hurt me the first time, and the second, although by the third and the fourth times I was bleeding enough that it didn't hurt quite as much. Maybe I was just numb by then. And now you've gone and hurt me this time too." He sat there, glaring up at the cyborg and waiting for the end to come. Because he knew now it would come. The bastard would probably be annoyed with him and kill him because he wasn't entertaining anymore. Much to Gohan's shock, however, the cyborg boy didn't do anything of the kind. Instead he pulled him into an almost comforting embrace. "I didn't mean to," Juunana breathed into his ear, causing Gohan to gasp in absolute surprise at the words. "Maybe the first time because it was fun. But not this time. I didn't want to hurt you this time." Carefully he released the half-Saiyajin and stood, absently gathering his clothes. "Next time I'll be more careful. When you enjoy yourself, I enjoy myself." "There's not going to be a next time!" Gohan snapped, scrambling to grab his own clothes. Relieved that the sadistic bastard was going to leave it at one time instead of forcing himself on him again and again. Juunana just smiled at Gohan's protest and easily pulled his jeans on, fastening them almost absently. "There's always a next time Son Gohan," he said quietly. "I thought I explained this to you once already. There's always a next time." And without another word he was gone. Once again leaving Gohan sitting there shivering from the intensity of the encounter. And shivering from something else too. Something he didn't even want to think about but was swiftly becoming more insistent. Anticipation. Because he was going to be more careful next time. Because there was going to be a next time. Because there was always a next time.... Ugh... is it just me, or are these getting worse? END IT! * * * * * ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrical Quote: "Prison Sex" by Tool -Immicolia... immicolia@hotmail.com Immicolia's Fanfiction Nebula http://www.oocities.org/Tokyo/Temple/8671 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- |