Notes: This fic uses
the song 'Stand Inside Your Love' by the Smashing Pumpkins. A not entirely
unusual pairing, but still quite hard to come across, and in actual fact the
first yaoi I have ever written, so be gentle with your judgement. It isn't quite
lemon, but it is more than lime, so lets just say it is a graphic lime! I am not
sure where this is supposed to fit into the DBZ timeline, which leads me to the
conclusion it doesn’t, so just enjoy the fic as it is, don’t try to make it fit
into Toriyama’s story. Enjoy - MJ’s first yaoi fic!
Cold Embrace
~ You and me, meant to be
Immutable, impossible
It's destiny, pure lunacy
Incalculable, insufferable
~
Juunanagou breathed heavily. Even if he was supposed to have
never-ending energy, he certainly didn’t feel that way at the moment. He was now
all alone with the ‘enemy’. This boy wasn’t even the strongest of the group!
True, he was one of the stronger.. but still. ..
"Giving up so soon?" The
boy seemed to comment, more than ask.
"You’re one to talk." the dark haired
android muttered under his breath.
He wasn’t even a Super Saiyan anymore; the
blonde hue that normally surrounded him dispersed into mere energy particles,
not yet disappeared, but still buzzing in the air, perhaps causing Juunanagou to
stare longer at the boy than he usually would. He closed his eyes, trying to
block out the distraction, but he could still see those eyes staring back at
him, mocking him with their evident emotion, something he himself had trouble
showing. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had thought about this boy. In
some ways he was closer to him than anyone else, even his sister. They were
always close, normally fighting together. Not side by side though, no matter how
much he longed to do so. Juunanagou slowly opened his cold blue eyes, only to
find Trunks next to him, his sword at his throat. He could feel the blade touch
his skin slightly, every time he exhaled. Swallowing slightly, still refusing to
show his fear, Juunanagou let out a winning smile.
"Smiling about your
death?" Trunks asked, confusion not evident, but a definite underlying tone.
Juunanagou shook his head, surprising himself at his honesty.
"No." he
replied simply.
He could feel Trunks breath on his cheek. He could kiss him
right now, Trunks couldn’t stop him. He could feel the boys warmth radiating,
his body heat almost causing the android to blush. He shook his head slightly,
before kneeing the off guard semi-saiyan hard in the stomach, knocking him down
to the ground. He cursed himself under his breath. He shouldn’t miss
opportunities. But at the same time, he shouldn’t let emotions take over his
mind.
~ But for the last time, you're everything that I want and
ask for
You're all that I'd dreamed
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your love ~
Juunanagou landed
down on the ground besides the boy, who was now writhing in pain. Their eyes
locked, the intensity of the moment causing Trunks to smoulder, embers in his
heart starting to flicker with an all to familiar feeling of anger, burning him
from the inside. Perhaps it was his fathers blood pulsing through his veins, but
he hated to feel a loser, he hated to feel helpless. He knew he was strong, hell
in his timeline he was practically the strongest! Then why did he keep losing?
Why did he never feel strong enough? In many ways, his whole life had been an on
going struggle to reach the top, but there had always been someone, or
something, standing in his way. All the memories of hurt and pain kept flooding
back. He tried to calm himself, but in his own mind he knew he needed this
feeling to help him win, once and for all he would be victorious. And this cold
hearted creature standing before him did nothing but fuel his anger.
Juunanagou was the one to break the stare. He could feel himself breathing
heavily, but he didn’t know why. Something about that boy, just something… he
could almost feel the pain, taste the anguish. But why was this affecting him in
the way it was? He walked over to Trunks, who despite all his inner promises of
victory, still couldn’t move, his body refusing to respond to his desperate
urges. One to stand up and punch that smug, arrogant teen in the face, to show
him that he too could deliver enough to hurt him. The other half wanted to run,
to get away from this painful confrontation, so he wouldn’t end up a bloody mess
as he had so many times before. But nothing responded, and as the Android
approached him, he struggled not to feel defeat.
"Giving up so soon?" he
mimicked the boys earlier question.
He kicked Trunks over, so that he was laying
on his back, staring at the sky above him, his head swirling with mixed
emotions. Instinctively, he brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them
slightly, a protective stance of little comfort. The android had to bite his lip
to stop himself from saying something he would regret. He too, had many thoughts
running through his head. The main one was to kill this boy once and for all.
But the other begged himself not to do so, not yet anyway….. repeated earlier
thoughts, feelings of regret, of passion… before Juunanagou knew what he was
doing, he found himself on top of the boy, pinning him to the ground, leaving
him unable to move as the extra weight forced his knees to actually touch his
chest.
~ Protected and the lover of a pure soul
And beautiful,
you
Don't understand, don't feel me now
I will breathe for the both of
us
Travel the world, traverse the skies ~
"Get off me!"
Trunks yelled breathlessly. Juunanagou merely smirked, the evil, and yet somehow
at this moment near alluring smile playing on his lips.
"What’s the matter?"
he asked, sincerity dripping from his voice, a lie so pure that the line which
told truth and fiction apart had once more been blurred by tears of
embarrassment and fear. "Don’t want to play anymore?" Trunks struggled to move,
but with no success, as the android ran a finger along his jaw line, causing
Trunks to gasp in shock. What was going on here? Why had he not killed him?
Before he could even attempt to answer his own question, Juunanagou forced his
own, cold lips upon him.
Trunks eyes widened in surprise as he felt the
warmth of Juunanagou’s mouth. His lips were so cold, and yet.. he tried to shake
the android off, succeeding only in forcing Juunanagou to sit back of for a
split second, allowing him to inhale precious air, before he returned, letting
his tongue probe deeper into his mouth now, shocking Trunks as he actually heard
himself let out a low moan of pleasure, his voice seeming distant, not his own.
Finally Juunanagou ended their kiss, and stared into Trunks eyes.
"What are
you doing?" Trunks asked defiantly. Juunanagou didn’t break their eye contact.
"Don’t act like you don’t feel it too." He said calmly. Trunks turned away,
a crimson blush colouring his cheeks.
"Feel what?" he asked through gritted
teeth. Juunanagou nearly laughed at the boys attempt to hide all his emotions,
something Trunks wasn’t particularly good at doing, especially to an Android who
found such things intriguing.. He knew it wasn’t just his own arrogance that
caused him to notice the watchful looks Trunks gave him, the intensity of their
fights, more so than with any of his other opponents. Finally, Juunanagou let a
smile flicker across his face.
"This." He grinned as he let a hand run down
Trunks chest, allowing his long fingers to feel their way under his waist band.,
stopping there, enjoying the feel of Trunks’ muscles contracting under his
touch. "You can’t act like you don’t feel it too." He hissed in the lavender
haired boys ears, causing him to involuntarily shiver.
~ Your home is here, within my heart
And for the first
time as feel as though I am reborn in my mind
Recast as child and mystic
sage
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your
love ~
"I don’t feel anything!" Trunks yelled. Juunanagou
narrowed his eyes.
"Don’t play with me little boy! I may not, in my skin, be
much older than you, but my mind has seen many things you couldn’t even dream
about. I have caused so much hurt, the only thing I have learnt to define is
when people aren’t in pain. I don’t recognise emotions the way you do! I don’t
look for them anymore, the only thing I can do is feel for them." Something
about the tone in his voice caused Trunks to close his eyes, to try and somehow
recoil from this creature, whom he once thought emotionless. The bitter tone in
his voice was one of regret, something Trunks didn’t deem possible for the black
haired teen in front of him. Juunanagou lent forward again, causing Trunks to
clench his teeth in agony. If only he would give him a chance, then he could
break free from this position…. Juunanagou propped his elbows onto Trunks chest,
cupping his chin in his hands, watching Trunks with curious eyes, watching him
struggle. He moved one of his hands, and brought it up to Trunks face, grabbing
his chin, forcing Trunks to stare back at him. "Tell me you feel something too."
"What?"
"Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want to know me, tell me
you dream about me, tell me every single part I play in that mind of yours."
Trunks growled, as he felt Juunanagou run his hands through his hair, playing
with small locks in his fingers. Ina flurry of movement, Trunks threw his arm up
from his side, hitting his opponent in the face, before flipping him over, so
now it was him who was pinning the android to the ground. Juunanagou didn’t seem
off put, didn’t seem scared, but he didn’t seem happy.
"The only thoughts I
have are of killing you." Trunks smirked. Juunanagou closed his eyes, unsure of
this feeling he had racing through him. It was like pain, but somehow it seemed
to make him hurt more than usual. But why wasn’t the smile on his face gone?
Suddenly, he yelped as he felt nails pull across his chest, Trunks ripping his
black shirt off in one swift movement, his small red bandanna abandoned a while
back, unnoticed.
"I dream of killing you all the time." Trunks continued to
whisper "But not before doing this."
~ And for the first time,
I'm telling you how much I
need and bleed for,
Your every move and waking sound
In my time I'll
wrap my wire around your heart and your mind ~
Their lips met
once more, passion burning them both, ki levels raising, breathing getting
heavier, anticipation seeming better than anything else they could reach.
Clothes were literally ripped off, time seeming something that would last
forever, but somehow remained sparse as they struggled to fulfil what each had
dreamed of.
Soft, velvety, now flushed skin, touching briefly in-between
breaths, causing each boy to shiver, involuntarily. As fingers and tongues
caressed each other, exploring, cautious to something they were both familiar
with, not knowing what to expect from what they knew all too well. A warm
embrace, turned sour by passion, as the lavender haired boy, was pushed face
first to the ground, the dirt soft from sweat and heat, stones cutting his skin,
but insignificant in comparison to what was going on around him. Cold hands,
gripping his hips, their touch gentle, but so forceful. A soft whisper. A subtle
shout - ‘was that me or him?’ a thought runs cold, as all previous pain turns
into nothing in comparison to what follows. Tears of pain well up in his eyes,
withheld pleasure causing him to cry out for more. Nails dig harder into his
sides, fists become clenched against the ground. To stop is what he wishes, to
continue is what he needs. Everything seems hazy, black dots in-front of his
eyes - taunting him. A name called out, a name twice removed, words muttered,
whispered, screamed. A sudden call, the dots take over his vision, dizzying him.
The only things he can feel are the indescribable pain exceeded only by pleasure
and desire, and the dirt, the dirt underneath his face Screaming ecstasy,
threatening to rip his body apart, searing pleasure burns him from the inside.
Will it ever end? He hopes not. Finally he falls, his whole body paralysed. With
fear? No. With exhaustion? Nearly With disbelief? Truly
An arm is thrown
casually around his shoulder, an extra weight added, suffering a similar fate,
as his body is thrown down. Trunks turns over, somehow managing to gather enough
strength to sit himself up. He observes the wreck in front of him, still on top
of him, and rests the boys head against his chest, stroking jet black, soft
hair. Running a finger a long his face. His lips are still cold……
~ You’re mine forever, now
Who wouldn't be the one you
love and live for
Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for
Who
wouldn't be the one you love ~
Silence echoes around the night
air like a past memory, the glittering trail it leaves behind it, sparkling in
their eyes. The flame is down, but far from out. Two teens hold each-other in a
tight embrace, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting this time to stop.
"Does love exist?" Juunanagou asks, somehow not breaking the silence, with a
new tone to his voice. Trunks pulls a sword out from its case, and holds it to
the androids chest, moving it up, fleeting briefly a long his collar bone, until
it reaches his throat.
"Who knows…" Trunks replies, as he thinks of his one
missing victory, the victory he had aimed to complete tonight. "who knows…" he
turns to look into Juunanagou’s eyes, to see that this time, his egotistical
nature gone for this one moment, and there really was no fear.
End
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