| AUTHORESS' NOTE: Ahem... and now for the obligatory warnings so no one gets on my case. The following fic walks the fine line of being a lemon. Personally I wouldn't categorize it as one (I'd give it a heavy citrus warning but I wouldn't call it a lemon), but others may. It's also an extremely dark fic, in other words there's some none too pleasant stuff going on. And then there is the fact that this is also a yaoi fic (for the unenlightened that means... oh how did Katchan put it in one of her disclaimers... two Y-chromosome-type characters dancing horizontal... in other words having sex - heh, Katchan writes the best fics... and the best disclaimers to go with them) this is my first one too! And let me just say that it turned out a hell of a lot different than I originally intended. It was just going to be only slightly yaoi with absolutely no citrusy content whatsoever... then it slowly but surely turned into the darkest thing I've ever written and... well.... I'll let it speak for itself, but you've been warned so no whining! And now for those of you who aren't easily offended... enjoy! It's Immi at her... usual.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- GAMES By: Immicolia "I will take you somewhere Somewhere to unwind You're tangled up in all this shit And I will make you mine...." The dull thud of a fist striking the solid muscle of an abdomen, a low grunt of pain, and the scrape of a body hitting the dirt were the only sounds audible in the heavy air of a July afternoon. A cruel smile twisted onto Juunana-gou's lips as he prodded the prone figure of Son Gohan in the ribs none too gently with his foot and turned to face his twin. "Not a bad workout, ne?" Juuhachi-gou nodded, a vague smile playing across her lips as well. "It certainly was," she replied disinterestedly. "I just hope we didn't hurt him too badly. I'd hate to have our game spoiled." Boldly Juunana knelt beside the unconscious figure, not fearing that the boy would wake any time soon. "Well, he's still breathing," he told his sister as he glanced at her over his shoulder, a playful glitter in his normally dead eyes. "That's a good sign. We'll still be able to play with him... although things like this wouldn't happen if some of us didn't play so rough...." Juuhachi snorted and stuck her nose in the air. "Who's playing rough? Honestly, brother, why do you insist on being gentle with the ones who could hurt us the most?" "Because they provide the most entertainment," he snapped quickly, cursing himself for allowing her to notice that he had been holding back while they'd been fighting the boy. "If we killed him, then we'd have absolutely nothing to do. And besides, there's no possible way that he could hurt us Juuhachi. It's fun giving him false hope." "Whatever," she sighed, turning on her heel and starting to walk away. Pausing as she realized with a start that Juunana wasn't following her she glared at him over her shoulder. A glare that deepened as she noticed her twin still staring at that unconscious young half-Saiyajin. "Are you coming?" "I'll catch up," he replied distractedly, not even looking up at her, and Juuhachi growled low in her throat from shear frustration. Juunana didn't notice when she stalked away however, he was still crouched at Gohan's side staring at the boy in wonder. He'd never looked at him like this before. So close, so entirely at his mercy. A boy forced to grow up too fast, only sixteen but so battle scarred that he looked much older. Short dark hair matted with fresh blood... he smelled of it too. Blood and sweat. An intoxicating combination. He ran a light touch over one of the fresh gashes on the boy's forehead, wiping gently at the blood oozing from the cut. Gohan twitched slightly at the contact and Juunana immediately pulled his hand back, breath catching in his throat. Not that he was afraid of kid, but he didn't want to have to hurt the child even more. He sat perfectly still for a moment until he was sure that the movement had been reflexive and relaxed, examining the glistening droplets of blood that were now on his fingertips carefully. "Beautiful," he breathed unable to take his eyes off the vital fluid, just as he had been unable to take his eyes off of Gohan only a moment ago. Almost tentatively he licked at the blood on his fingers, savoring the taste and letting his eyes slide closed from the shear bliss of the moment. Finally he let out a shaky breath and glanced back down at Gohan, shifting slightly at the uncomfortable tightening in his lower abdomen. It was a wonderful feeling of warmth that curled through him, but at the same time it was somewhat discontenting. Without any conscious thought he found himself touching the half-Saiyajin again, resting a hand on the smooth, slightly scarred, plane of his chest, right over the heart. His breathing quickened slightly at the solid, steady pulse beneath his hand and he swallowed convulsively. Kami-sama but the boy was beautiful. He blinked at that thought, wondering where it had come from before realizing that it was a simple truth. Gohan _was_ beautiful, in a rough and raw sort of way. Now that he realized this the reason behind that unfamiliar feeling of warmth was plainly, almost painfully, obvious. It was desire. He'd never felt it before in his life but there was really nothing else it could be. Smiling he ran a finger along one of the scars that traced a path across Gohan's otherwise perfect chest, disinterestedly observing the sensations he felt as he did so and cataloguing them in his mind. Some part of him knew that he should probably stop and catch up with his sister, leaving the boy to wake up on his own time. Wake up and recuperate so he would be able to "play" another day. But for some reason he couldn't stop touching him. The scars on his chest, the deep one on his cheek, the new gash over his eye that might become another mark of battle if it wasn't tended to properly. The wounds that were marks of battles between this boy and himself fascinated him. He groaned and bit off a curse at the almost exquisitely painful pulsing of his arousal. He needed relief, _now_ would probably be a good time to walk away and forget everything that had happened. But he couldn't. There was only one way he could find relief now. Smiling wickedly, with no thought to whatever consequences there might be, he scooped Gohan's unconscious form easily into his arms. Darting off into the sky to find a nice, quiet, relatively clean, and private spot. It was time for another game. *********** Gohan groaned as he slowly swam back into conciousness. He was immediately aware of two things: the grubby pallet beneith him and the numb stiffness in his arms. Slowly he tried to stretch and a confused noise passed his lips as he found that his arms were being held behind his back, his hands tightly bound. "Oh, so you're awake." All of the fog that was clouding his mind vanished at the sound of that cold, taunting voice and his eyes snapped open, focusing on the figure who stood at the other side of the room. Juunana-gou was leaning against a wall, crystalline eyes heavy lidded as he stood there in a state of complete relaxation. He wasn't wearing his customary bandana at the moment, and in some remote corner of his mind Gohan realized that it must have been the thing holding his wrists behind him. Finally he growled, trying not to show the fear that was tearing through him at the moment, and strained against his bonds, causing Juunana to let out a low laugh of pure amusement at his predicament. "What's wrong?" he asked in a soothing tone of voice, eyes glittering with a sadistic humor. "You should be thankful, I cleaned up that nasty cut on your forehead. I wouldn't have tied you up, but I was afraid of what you might attempt to do to me if I was the first thing you saw when you woke." "You weren't afraid of me," Gohan hissed at him, still working at the sturdy fabric of the bandana, which didn't seem to have any weak spots. "You're just a sick little sadist, enjoying another one of your weird games. Am I right?" "You know me so well," he purred, jamming his hands into his pockets. "Yes, I did bring you here for another game. And yes, it's probably one that I'll enjoy much more than you will. Although...." He strode up to the edge of the pallet and knelt at Gohan's side, running a hand along his cheek, smiling mysteriously the whole time. "I suppose I could try to help you enjoy it. I'd like it if you enjoyed my new game." Gohan swallowed hard, frozen under the cyborg's hypnotic gaze and the sensation of that cold hand running along the side of his face, fingers tracing along the scar on his cheek. Without even thinking he shuddered, causing Juunana-gou to let out another low laugh. "You don't have to be afraid you know," he murmured. "I'm not going to kill you. You're too much fun for that." "Oh... oh really?" Gohan choked, trying instinctively to pull away from the cold touch. Juunana's eyes narrowed for a moment and he shifted his hand slightly so that it was cupping the back of Gohan's head, holding it in place. "Yes," he breathed, eyes returning to their lazy, heavy lidded state. "So there's no reason for you to try to run from me. I don't want you to cower at my touch. Although...." He trailed off, his usual cruel smile touching his lips as he toyed with the little bit of hair that rested just at the nape of Gohan's neck. "It would be interesting if you did cower. I really don't know what would be more fun...." His face took on a thoughtful look and Gohan began working at his bindings even more furiously, causing the cyborg to frown and tighten his grip. "Getting your hands free won't help you any," he said simply, squeezing the back of Gohan's neck until he was forced to suppress a cry. "I'd just kill you before you got a chance to do anything... and I don't want to do that. I like you kid. You're fun. And you will remain fun and relatively healthy if you don't fuck with me." He released his grip and roughly shoved Gohan back on the pallet, regarding him flatly for a moment before starting to peal off his shirt. Gohan just stared up at him in shock before finding his voice enough to stutter: "W... what are you...?" "Like I said," Juunana replied in between pulling off his T-shirt and the white shirt he wore underneath, "it's a new game. Would you like to know the rules?" Gohan said nothing, too stunned to reply, so he continued. "It's quite simple really. I see how much fun I can have just playing with you. And if you have fun too... well then we both win, don't we?" He crossed his arms over his thin, lithely muscled chest and grinned, eyes glittering with what was now obviously hunger. "And the best thing is... it's not half as dangerous for you as the way that we usually play. Unless you start being uncooperative. But we don't want that, now do we?" Gohan swallowed hard, his mind whirling over the simple question. He finally let out a shaky breath and lowered his head, unable to see any other choice. "N... no," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Not wanting to look at that monster anymore. "I... I'll cooperate." "Good." Once again Juunana crouched down at Gohan's side, pulling open the half-Saiyajin's already tattered shirt and pressing a hand to the warm flesh underneath. "And don't worry, I'll let you go after this is all over. And I'll try my best to make it fun for both of us...." *********** He lay there on the grungy pallet, shivering and trying his best to forget everything that had occurred in the past hour. Juunana-gou had left only a few moments before, sounding quite pleased with himself as he had thanked Gohan for playing with him, but Gohan's skin still felt like it had been scorched, as if the cyborg had just touched him only a second ago. He shuddered again and swallowed hard against the bile rising in his throat at the thought of Juunana's touch. The cybernetic boy had varied between being excruciatingly rough and frighteningly gentle, obviously enjoying all the reactions he had been able to draw from his unwilling participant. Unwilling at first that is.... Gohan let out a sobbing groan at that thought and curled himself into a ball, wanting to block that set of feelings away forever. He had wanted to hate it so badly. He'd wanted it to feel like a rape. At least then he would have had something else to help fuel his hatred for those things. Another personal reason to kill them. He definitely hadn't wanted to start enjoying himself. To feel pleasure under the hands of one of the pair that had killed his friends. It had been so easy to hate the situation at first. Juunana-gou had been anxious, and in that anxiousness he'd been rough. Shoving Gohan into the pallet face first and taking his pleasure, Gohan had just lay there. Inhaling the scent of old sweat and dirt that was thick in the cloth beneath his face and trying not to be sick. And when Juunana had shuddered with his climax he'd made the mistake of thinking that it had been over. It had been far from over.... The air in the room had quickly grown stifling from the combination of the humidity outside on that July afternoon and the laboring bodies inside. Juunana himself hadn't sweat any, being physically incapable of it, and his body temperature had stayed the same... frighteningly cool. But soon that cool touch began to draw a response. A low moan here, a suppressed cry there until both participants had been shivering from ecstasy. He tried to tell himself that it had been his body's natural response to being touched like that. That anyone could have easily drawn the same reactions from him. That he had no control over the way his body chose to act. Yet in one corner of his mind a emotional part of him screamed: Once again he let out a choked sob. The worst had been the end. Juunana-gou had been preparing to leave, and as he did he finally unbound Gohan's wrists to retrieve his bandana. A small frown had creased that perfect brow of his as he stared at the wicked looking bruises that had formed and he'd gently rubbed at them, trying to help get the circulation going again. "You humans are so fragile," he'd whispered, his tone almost regretful, right before pressing his lips to the marks and stroking Gohan back to the hights of pleasure. And instead of trying to escape, like he would have if he'd been unbound earlier, Gohan had participated almost eagerly. Something that made him ill now in the aftermath. It had been after that when Juunana-gou had finally left. Leaving Gohan to lie there in the room where the air was thick with the scent of their actions. Shakily he lurched to his feet and tried to pull himself together. Ignoring the stiffness in his arms and the slightly uncomfortable ache in other portions of his anatomy. Focusing only on the ball of hate that was slowly reforming in his gut. The thing that drove him to fight those monsters. For a brief moment it had dissolved, and he had forgotten, but now it was back more intense than ever. Juunana-gou would die for this. For treating something so intense as just another game, for wringing such a reaction out of him and finding amusement in it. For this afternoon and countless other afternoons when he had toyed with people in his sadistic way.... Yes, Jinzoningen Juunana-gou would die... or Gohan would die trying. FIN * * * * * ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrical quote of the fic: "Hello Oskar" by Our Lady Peace -Immicolia... immicolia@hotmail.com Immicolia's Fanfiction Nebula http://www.oocities.org/Tokyo/Temple/8671 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- |