Deception
by Ritsuko
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: NC-17 yo! you have been warned!
Pairing: TrunksxNana (or is it NanaxTrunks?)
Timeline: before Trunks went to the current DBZ timeline (Cell Saga) to give Goku medicine. my muses say that the androids tortured Trunks alot in those couple years.
for shara

His face was slammed into the ground with such a force that he almost thought for a moment he was going to choke on his own tongue. His power was waning, yet he leapt up again, a growl leaking from his throat, along with a trickle of blood. Mirai Trunks glared hatefully at the android standing across from him grinning wickedly, and spat the blood from the corner of his mouth, noting those ice blue eyes following his every move with amusement. It only infuriated him more. Despite his slowly ebbing power, he launched himself up at the grinning android.

But his hands never connected, Juunanagou was so fast. The lavendar haired warrior’s face became more and more frustrated, and the android took the moment to grab both of his arms at the wrists. Trunks’ eyes flew wide open, and he tried to break his arms away from the grasp, but the androids arms held him like steel. Well, something stronger than steel. Trunks could bend that easily.

That mouth was turned up in a cocky smile. “What’s the matter Trunks? Are you spent already?” Juunanagou’s face came closer and closer to his, and the saiyajin gulped, sweat trickling from his forehead and stinging his eyes. He tried to kick the android, but the black haired boy merely wrapped a leg around his, putting them in a somewhat awkward position. Despite his fury, an instant blush creeped into his cheeks, and he unsuccessfully tried to squirm from the other’s grasp.

Juunanagou’s grin widened. “What’s that look for? Is there some sort of a problem?”

“Get the hell off me!” Trunks growled, a tremble in his voice. He didn’t like the androids being this close. The last time one of them had grabbed him, bad things had happened. Juuhatchigou, the girl, had. . . touched him. The thought brought a grimace to his face. It was sickening, that the bitch who had helped kill his best friend and mentor, had affected him in such a way. The mere memory caused his blush to deepen and his shame to grow.

“Now, why should I do that, Trunks? Where are you going to go?” the android smiled evilly, gazing into the saiyajin’s eyes. “You look so fatigued, I bet you couldn’t fly more than a mile.” His face was coming closer. “At half speed.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Trunks cried out, upset at how close the androids face was coming. . . How close his lips were coming. . .

“You have blood on your face.” It seemed Trunks’ mouth was still bleeding. The saiyajin’s eyes widened in disbelief as the android’s pink tongue darted out and licked at the blood creeping out the corner of his mouth.

When the android’s twin had touched him, it had been a slight brush of her hand, against the front of his pants. He could remember her cold voice murmuring softly in his ear. Somehow, he’d managed to get away, sickened and frightened by her display. She wasn’t beautiful to him, she was a monster.

The same could be said about her brother. “S. . stop it!” Trunks cried out, squirming in the android’s grasp, and Juunanagou stared questioningly at him, ice blue eyes locking onto his own, tongue still connected to his skin.

“Hnnn?” The android stated, still licking at the now clean skin. Trunks squirmed, trying with all that he had to muster up some power, to be angry enough to go super saiyajin, but there was nothing. He’d used most of his energy, and would have to figure another way out of this. Unfortunately, his heart was going a mile a second, and his mouth was dry with fear.

“Stop doing this! What the heck do you think-” Trunks’ eyes widened. He should have known, he was leaving himself wide open for an attack, talking like that. Juunanagou’s tongue silenced him, sliding over his own softly. The lavendar haired boy didn’t know what to do. His body when slack as the android continued to kiss him, trying to make some sense of what was happening.

What usually happened in a fight? Trunks challenged one or both of the androids. They fought for awhile. Sometimes, it seemed like he had the upper edge, but then, it was proven that he really didn’t, as one or both of the androids proceeded to kick the crap out of him.

These touches, the kissing, it was a new thing. Within the past week. The girl had been the first to start, with that one touch, and now her brother. . .

It all clicked. This was another method of their torture. He managed to break off the kiss, jerking his head away, not daring to look at the android. He didn’t realize that he was panting, and the android smiled at him softly, but Trunks could still see the evil in that gaze.

“Let me go.” he growled.

“What, you didn’t like the kiss?” Juunanagou asked, an evil pout covering his face. Trunks winced, and squirmed again in the android’s grasp. It was responded with a cluck from the androids tongue, and the black haired boy nuzzling his cheek to the saiyajin’s.

“Are you kidding me! Of course not, you freak!” he screamed, pushing at the android with everything he had.

Instantly he wished he hadn’t. The android smiled, greeting his push with a thrust of his own, grinding against the saiyajin. Trunks let out a wide eyed gasped and stared, wholly shocked, into Juunanagou’s eyes. He swallowed harshly, looking like a fish out of water, gasping, and gulping for air, as he felt his body begin to betray himself.

It had happened when Juuhatchigou had touched him too, being mostly the reason that he had left the scene so quickly. He hadn’t known why he had reacted so to her touch. He hated her- THEM, and yet, this had happened.

Juunanagou definitely had felt it, because the grin on his face was maniacal. “See, I knew that you liked the kiss.”

Trunks jerked in his grasp trying to move away from touching even an inch of the android’s body. He was so ashamed of himself, of his body, that he felt nauseous. “Don. . . Don’t touch me!” he cried, and the android actually let him go. Trunks fell back onto the dirt with a soft grunt, dazed by the sudden happenings. Quickly, he tried to get up, but the android pressed him back down with a foot.

“Did I say that I was through with you yet, Trunks?” Those blue eyes pierced him, and he swallowed. The blush was growing even bigger across his cheeks, and his predicament wasn’t getting any smaller.

Angrily, he tried to push the foot off of him. “Get the hell away from me, asshole! Do you think I’m going to let you. . . Do whatever you want?!” The android merely smiled, foot still planted on the his abdomen, but the other wedged itself between Trunks’ legs. Slowly, he started to lower himself over Trunks’ body, and the boy bit back a scream.

“No Trunks. But I think, you’re going to enjoy in much more than you realize.”

Trunks managed a roundhouse to the side of the android’s face before an arm came up and clenched both wrists in his fist. The lavendar haired boy grimaced, ready to kick out when Juunanagou’s other hand cupped the front of his pants. His eyes widened, and a shocked squeak actually came from his mouth. The android laughed softly, and Trunks grit his teeth.

“Stop it, you sick bastard!” he mumbled, eyes squeezed shut so tight it hurt. He tried not to feel the warm sensation of the hand on his most private of parts, but his body had severed all alliances and was now fully erect.

“My Trunks, you’ve grown. I had no idea what a big boy you’d become. . .” the android chuckled softly, wrapping his fingers along the length. Even through his pants, it made Mirai shiver.

“Stop it. . . Dammit, stop!” Trunks cried out, the sensation overwhelming him. He didn’t want this. Roughly, he jerked away from the android, but Juunanagou held fast to him, stroking softly. The friction of his jeans on the sensitive skin was maddening, so good, and terrible at the same time, that tears started to well in the saiyajin's eyes.

"Why are you crying? Doesn't it feel good?" The black haired boy asked, but Trunks denied him and answer, biting his lip, and squeeezing his eyes shut, damming the flow of tears. He would not give the android the pelasure of seeing him cry. . . Suddenly that silken voice was next to his ear. "You know, I only want to make you feel good."

Blue eyes flew open, glaring up at his captor. "Bullshit! You're trying to torture me!"

Juunanagou clucked his tongue again, staring into that distressed face, hand stopping it's ministrations, but never leaving the spot. "Now where would you get that idea Trunks?"

The saiyajin spat at the android. "I don't know, perhaps from the fact that all you do is kill people!? You love hurting people, you take pleasure in watching people suffer! I don't know what you hope to achieve, but it's not going to work on me!" He snarled, and the android looked taken aback.

"Why, that's not true at all. I mean," he looked thoughtful, "I guess my sister and I have done really horrible things, but really, it's not our fault. It was the first thing we were programmed to do." he shrugged sadly. Trunks raised an eyebrow at him. He really wished that he'd get off him, or he had the stregth to move him off. "By the time we realized what we were doing, everyone wanted us to die." Juunanagou's voice was terribly depressing. "Do you know what it's like to feel so alone?"

"Of course I do, bastard! You killed Gohan!" Trunks snarled, flailing against the android yet again.

The android looked away, something akin to shame on his face. "We only killed him because he wouldn't listen. He didn't understand. But. . " he turned slowly, gazing deeply into Trunks' eyes. "But, maybe you will. We don't want to kill, Trunks. We haven't for a long time. We wanted lives of our own. Please," There was a hint of a pleading tone in his voice. The lavendar haired boy continued to glare at him in disbelief. "Please help us!"

Trunks was shocked by the android's testimonial, if it was truly how he felt. The saiyajin didn't truly know what to believe. Swallowing, he moved his hands and was surprised that the android let him go. He pushed up into a half sitting position, Juunanagou still sitting on his legs.

He swallowed. "I don't understand. . . why are you doing. . ." his eyes moved to the hand on his crotch, and the android blushed slightly, a very un-android look.

"All these human emotions. . . they're so. . . new to me. I didn't know how to express what I was feeling. . . what I want to say. . ." He looked up at Trunks, and softly smiled. "All of these years, fighting with you, I've come to realize something. . . I think I love you."

Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief. "You what? Bull-" And then the android's mouth was on his again, tentative, shy and seeking. So sweet and innocent feeling that the saiyajin almost didn't believe this was the same android. He wanted to push the black haired boy off, but the feeling was so pure, and good, that something in him broke. He had been alone for so long, that the feeling of someone pressed against him, kissing him and sharing their warmth almost made him cry all over again. Never had he wanted to be alone.

Juunanagou probed deeper, his tongue eliciting a small gasp from the demi-saiyajin, and he pulled away, confused. "Are you hurt, Trunks?" He whispered softly, and the lavendar haired boy shuddered, realizing the android's hand had not moved from his groin the entire time.

Dazed, Trunks shook his head slowly, and then he realized who he was with. "I. . . I can't do this." He stated weakly, and started to get up, and the android stared after his, eyes imploring. Before Trunks moved entirely away, he caught his hand in his grasp.

"How can I make you believe that I'm telling the truth, Trunks?" he asked, voice slightly sad. The demi-saiyajin shook his head. before, the androids had never allowed emotion to creep into their voices like that. Was it another trick, or was it genuine? "Please, let me show you how I feel."

Staring down at those desolate eyes, Trunks couldn't find the words to tell the android no. Maybe, maybe he was a good guy at the bottom of it all. Maybe the androids did have souls and emotions and consciences. . . maybe-

Trunks gasped. The android was pawing at his pants again, kneading at the already streatched taught fabric of his pants. His breath hissed out, as the android reached out and softly kissed his erection through the pants. With a moan, trunks' knees gave, and suddenly, he was sitting, spread eagle in the dirt again. "Wh. . what are you doing?!" He asked hoarsely, and the android brushed the side of his face with fingers softer than they looked.

"Showing you how I feel. . ." Hot breath spread across Trunks' groin, and he gulped at the sensation, all words becoming intangible 'ahh's and 'uhh's. The kneading continued, until there was a soft zip. He looked down, to see the android unzipping his pants with his teeth. The sight made him shudder, and soon, the android was pulling his erection from his boxers.

All thought escaped the demi-saiyajin at the feel of fingers on his most precious skin. A soft moan escaped his lips and the android smiled softly. "Now, I'm going to try something new, okay? Don't be scared." Juunanagou confirmed, and trunks' eyes immediately flew open. Something new? Scared? This didn't sound-

The android's mouth was suddenly around his length, and he gasped at the sensation of wet heat upon his member. uncontrollably he moved a little, some primitive part of him indicating to move further into that good feeling. The android took that as a good sign, and took the saiyajin in deeper, causing the lavendar haired boy to moan even more. before he knew it, there was a hand lower between his legs, gently rolling his balls in its grasp.

It was too much. the demi-saiyajin came with a cry, and the android never flinched, just drank it all down without complaint. Trunks was still breathing heaving, staring at the android with worry and mistrust, but now something new glowed in his eyes, a new feeling, and a true blush tinted his cheeks.

Silence prevailed for minutes, as the android slowly put trunks back into his boxers and delicately zipped his pants up. The lavendar haired boy just stared at him, not sure of what to say, not sure of what had been lost or gained by this action.

Juunanagou leaned forward slowly and kissed him on the cheek, and Trunks could smell his seed on the android's mouth. It was almost enough to make him jump on the black haired boy himself, but his confusion stayed. "Think about what I said Trunks. I don't think you realize how much you mean to me."

Turning slowly, Trunks took the android's mouth with his own, an awkward kiss, yet passionate all the same. Then, without a word, he sped off, some of his energy recovered. Something in him felt so good, so alive, that maybe, just maybe, all of the killing could stop. he didn't know how he felt about the androids, of Juunanagou for that matter, but if the android did feel that way, about not wanting to fight, and about Trunks himself, maybe that was a good start for the future.

Juunangou watched the demi-saiyajin blast off, leaving the area with an almost happy sense about him. He smiled. that trunks. So innocent. . . so childish.

So stupid.

"Nice show, Nana." came the bitter voice of his sister. She stepped out from the foliage, a dark scowl on her face, and he stood, wth a smug look as he faced her.

"Come on Hatchi, you're not mad are you? It was just a silly game." he stated smoothly, and she 'humphed' at him.

"A silly game that you cheated at. I thought we weren't going to say dumb things like 'I love you'. That's cheating." She said darkly, flicking a piece of blonde hair back behind her ear.

He didn't remember which one of them had come up with the game of who could seduce Trunks first. But he knew why he had won. Talks of peace, yearning for sympathy, plus tiring the demi-saiyajin out had all led to his victory. The next time they met, it would be even more interesting. "Come on Hatchi. Did you see the way he looked at that Gohan guy? You never stood a chance." he stated matter of factly.

She grimaced. "Fine. You win. What do you want to do now?" she grumbled softly.

The grin on his face widened. "I hear there's a military resistance in Seneca City just waiting to get thrashed."

Juuhatchigou laughed. That was her brother for you.



I want more smut!