| AUTHORESS' NOTES: Okay, after setting it aside for probably about a year I picked it up again. Try and guess where the one year split is. I'm kinda wondering if my style changed any ^_~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- GAMES: Turnover By: Immicolia He sat on a heap of rubble, leaning against a half-standing wall, deep in thought. Pale eyes distant as his mind mulled over the problem at hand. Son Gohan. The boy was interesting, he'd give him that much. Fascinating to do battle with on many levels. Physically on the normal field of battle, mentally through plain verbal sparing, and then... there was a certain _other_ competition of dominance and submission.... A competition that he always was the victor in since the boy never really put up much of a fight anyways. _That_ was what was bothering him. He sighed slightly and shook his head in annoyance. The one time that Gohan had taken the offensive had been magnificent. It was so plainly obvious that he enjoyed their games, yet he refused to admit it. And then there had been his disturbing words from the last time they had played together.... {It hurt you idiot.... You hurt me the first time, and the second.... And now you've gone and hurt me this time too....} He sighed again and closed his eyes. He hadn't _wanted_ to hurt him the last time. He'd discovered that the more the half-Saiyajin boy enjoyed himself the more he could enjoy himself as well. Which made causing Gohan any amount of pain counter-productive. He wanted him to want it. He wanted him to seek him out. But if he was inadvertently hurting the kid.... He had to do something about all of this. Maybe if he proposed that Gohan take charge for another night.... Nah... the kid would never go for it again. And even on the one occasion when that had occurred he'd still had to do some 'convincing' to a certain extent. He needed to get the kid to come to him... it was that simple. And that complex.... "Ah... fuck! This is getting me nowhere," he growled under his breath, getting smoothly to his feet. "Maybe I should just go blow something up. That always makes me feel better. Might even help me think...." He nodded to himself and a slow smile crossed his face at the prospect of senseless destruction. Who knew, maybe it would even draw Gohan out for a fight. He could always pretend like he was getting beaten and try and seduce the half-Saiyajin while he was in his 'weakened' state.... Nah... he wouldn't buy that either.... But still, wrecking stuff would be fun.... Nodding slightly to himself he leaped into the air, heading for the nearest inhabited area. Pondering what he should do when he got there. Maybe he could find himself a car... that always led to some real fun. And without his twin around to cut things short.... The thought caused him to let out a wicked whoop of glee and speed up slightly, a glitter of pure sadistic enjoyment in his eyes at the prospect. Juuhachi always _did_ spoil his fun. She was always more intent on killing people quickly and finding something new to wear while he preferred to see just how much havoc he could cause among those living. It only took him a few moments to reach one of his favourite places to play and his landing caused immediate panic. Most humans lived their lives in a state of ignorant bliss and enjoyed it, but if you shook them up enough times they'd learn. And these ones had learned to fear the sight of him and his twin. The fact that he was alone made no difference, he was still trouble. Disinterestedly he watched them scatter, wondering idly where to begin. There were still a few shops standing here and there... maybe their destruction was the best place to start. Of course, the best thing would be to check if there was anyone inside first. He could kill any inhabitants slowly then blow the places to smithereens. Briskly he strolled into the first one, a sadistic smile playing around his lips. A smile that fell away as he realized what kind of a store he had just wandered into. Supplies for any sort of sexual deviancy, that was all there was. If it had been a few weeks earlier he wouldn't have given half of the objects a second look, but since those encounters with Gohan he found himself idly wondering if anything on the shelves could aid him in getting the half-Saiyajin boy to come to him. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a slimy looking human attempting to slink towards the exit. In an instant he was standing in front of the weasily looking man and grabbing him by the front of the shirt. "I wanna ask you something," he began coolly, drawing the weasel's frightened gaze. "W... what? I'll tell you anything, just please don't kill me!" He had to fight not to roll his eyes at the weasel's pathetic pleadings. "I don't make promises like that. Now, tell me this. What would stop it from hurting?" "W... what?" "This is a sex shop right? Well, when you have sex what would stop it from hurting? And tell me fast or I'm gonna get mad...." The weasel opened and closed his mouth a few times, terrified of what this monster had in mind and what might happen if he didn't answer fast enough. "A... a.. a... a lu... lubricant I suppose.... Th... that w... would probably help.... I... I can't r... really think of anything else...." "Lubricant eh...? You got some here?" "Y... yes! O... of course! Anything you like! There's some on those shelves over there.... Take your pick...." The weasel smiled weakly, hoping that this creature would take mercy on him since he was being so helpful. "Thanks pal." Smoothly he released the front of the weasel's shirt, idly dusting it off for him. "You've been a real help." In an almost companionable fashion he clapped his hand down on the weasel's shoulder before, with a swiftness akin to a striking snake, snapping the slimy little man's neck. Watching with only a vague interest as the body hit the floor. "Hn... I hope he didn't expect me to let him live for that. I've got a bad reputation to uphold after all. Now... let's see... something to win that little half-Saiyajin boy over. Or at least make things a little less rough on him...." *********** Gohan landed cautiously, glancing around at the deserted streets. It had been all over the radio news. The cyborgs, or one of them at least, was in the area causing a mild amount of havoc. A piece of him had been afraid to come, afraid that he'd run into Juunana-gou again while alone. Afraid of where such a meeting would lead. But he couldn't give the little sadist that much satisfaction. He couldn't let that monster run amuck to destroy more lives while he just cowered in fear. He had to at least _try_ to stop him. "Ah, I knew you'd show up." He whipped around at the sound of that cold voice behind him. Eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the cyborg boy with a cautious panic. "You can't think that I'd just let you do something like this," he hissed in reply, trying to keep himself calm. "Working alone this time?" "Yea, Juuhachi can be a bit of a spoilsport on occasion. She doesn't have the same idea of fun as I do...." The cybernetic boy smirked, his voice trailing off promisingly and Gohan shuddered. His stomach sinking as he realized that the cyborg probably didn't want to fight. Inadvertently he fell back a step and almost immediately Juunana-gou strolled forward three, quickly closing the gap between them. "Are you ready to play again?" he asked softly, fulfilling Gohan's worst fears. "Never!" "I know it hasn't been all that pleasant for you, but I found something to help that." Gently he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing the half-Saiyajin's face, as he watched the other boy through heavy-lidded eyes. "Just trust me, it's gonna be the best you've ever had...." "Go away...." Gohan winced at how weak his voice sounded but he couldn't help it. Those gentle words were just sounding more and more enticing. It was getting harder and harder to refuse now and it took almost everything he had not to fall into that monster's arms and let him do as he would. "Why don't you admit that you want this?" Juunana asked softly, letting his lips lightly brush Gohan's cheek as he spoke. "Because of everything you've done," Gohan replied hoarsely. "You kill without remorse, you've wiped out over half the population of the planet. You're a monster...." "But you want me." Tears sprung to the half-Saiyajin boy's eyes as the truth of that simple statement struck home. "Yes damn you! I want you! Is that what you want to hear?" "Yes. Or part of what I want to hear at least. Now, will you let me show you how good it can be?" Gohan bit his lip and let his eyes slide closed, not wanting to look at that creature any longer. Finally, after a long, intense, silence he spoke a single word. A word that he knew he was going to regret.... "Yes." Juunana smiled coldly at that. Who knew that one word could sound so sweet? Swiftly he pulled the half-Saiyajin against him, running a few kisses down the boy's neck as he did so. Then he paused, gathering the boy against him tightly as he spoke. "Just what I wanted to hear. But I think we should go somewhere else to play. I want this to be a private game." With that simple statement he launched himself into the air, holding Gohan's body against him as he flew. It didn't take long for them to reach the spot where they had played their first little 'game' and almost gently Juunana eased Gohan onto the pallet that was still on the floor. "It's not the nicest of places, but it's ours," he breathed roughly, beginning to unfasten the other boy's clothing with slightly shaking hands. Gohan simply sat there numbly, not resisting but not participating either. He may have lost his will to resist, but there was no way in hell he was going to lunge into those arms eagerly. If his apathy annoyed the cyborg he didn't show it as he finished pealing away Gohan's clothes and began working on his own. "I found something to make this good," Juunana repeated as he leaned towards the half-Saiyajin. Letting their naked bodies touch. "That weasel said it would stop it from hurting...." "What?" Gohan couldn't help it, he blinked in genuine confusion at the cybernetic boy's words. "Never mind. You just gotta trust me." Without breaking the eye contact he reached over to his heap of discarded clothes and retrieved a small tube, smirking slightly as he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a bit of it's contents onto his fingers. "You know, in all honesty, I don't know why I didn't think of this before. And it's gonna make things so much more comfortable for you." Gohan's eyes widened slightly as he realized the cyborg boy's intent and he instinctively tried to dart away. Letting out a shocked noise as a hand clamped around his ankle and dragged him back. "Come on now," Juunana purred, frozen eyes half-lidded. "I told you this would feel good. Don't you believe me? Or do you not want to have me make you feel good again?" Gohan winced, glancing away and the cyborg smirked slightly. "I knew it. You just can't stand the thought that you enjoy this, can you?" Gohan said nothing, keeping his lips steadfastly clamped together as they cybernetic teen smiled quietly away. Eyes sparkling. Not with any malicious intent like before, but with something else. Gohan wondered. "I don't want you to fear me anymore." Those words snapped Gohan out of his thoughts and he stared at Juunana incredulously. "What?" "I don't know why. But I don't want you to fear me anymore, Gohan. I want you to like this as much as I do. I want you to want it. That's why I decided to try and make it pleasant." "Why? Why would you care? You're not human. Why would it matter to you if it hurts me or not?" "I don't know. It just does." No more words were spoken. And as Juunana leaned forward for a brief moment Gohan found himself flashing back to that first time. That first painful, terrifying, humiliating time when the cyborg boy used and abused and tormented him here in this stifling room. But those thoughts didn't last, didn't stand a chance against the way Juunana was acting now. Almost frighteningly gentle as he tried to help Gohan enjoy it as much as he did. And Gohan _did_ enjoy it. No matter how much he wished it otherwise he couldn't help but enjoy it. The sweet tenderness that nearly brought tears to his eyes. And as it ended. As Gohan worked on getting dressed he glanced at the cyborg and glared. Hissing two painful words. "Damn you." "For what?" "For making it so difficult to hate you." Then he was gone. Leaving Juunana watching his retreating form with a bemused look on his face. END IT! (yes I really should ^_~) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Immicolia... [email protected] The Nebula http://www.geocities.com/immicolia ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- |