Title: Little Blue Boy
Authors: M and Don
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Violence, Course Language, Explicit Sexual Intercourse, Homosexuality, Inter species Relationship, Abuse
Author's Note: M here! We hope you like our roleplay turned fanfic. M plays the haughty Android Seventeen and Don plays Trunks.
Summary: The final fight, the one to ease the world of the androids forever. He has the power now, the confidence. Why did he fall for the bait? How did this happen?
Chapter 1
Ah, boredom was beginning to settle in. Another geographical region wiped from the Earth, and the destruction meant absolutely nothing. Nothing to them. Death was a gift to all and life was an awful joke that needed to be punished.
Resting casually on the precipice of crumbled remains of yet another shattered town were two youths. Humans to the naked eye, innocent to fools, destroyers of mankind. A bombshell of a blond with baby-blue eyes scanned the area for survivors, and found none. She sighed. Ridiculous. The other, a brunette of cool quality and a deeper shade of baby blue flopped on his back with a heavy thud. He laughed.
Redundant.
"Let's move on, Seventeen."
Cold, stoic, lifeless. Even; perfect. Her voice held nothing, wished for nothing, wanted NOTHING. A feminine skirt of denim framed her luscious hips.
"Why?" The male replied, amused beyond regard. "The boy will find us eventually. He still hates us, and I'd love to give him even more of a reason. Patience, Eighteen. Patience."
Cocky, enthusiastic, eager. Slightly the more human of the two. Laughed at everything and everyone; most of all, the young boy. Fabric of cotton hugged his body in a multitude of colors: white, black, orange, and blue.
She hitched the corner of her small lip and scowled.
"Fine, have it your way. It's so stupid, Seventeen, stupid. He's just another one of those low-life's. I don't see why you both-"
"The boy is my kill. My toy." Seventeen grinned mischievously, folding his arms under his head. "I've claimed him. Just like you claimed his master. The one you referred to as cute, remember?"
A survivor peaked their head out from amongst rubble. The soulless blond whose face was framed by her long locks blasted them with the tip of her finger without a second thought. She smiled briefly at the development and shook her head. Blood painted the walls. It was nothing, just another insect.
"Do as you like, silly boy." Eighteen clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. "You're so boring."
Seventeen laughed in her direction with no regard to any emotion she may or may of not have felt. A ridiculous game, but it was his.
Both parted without a shared glance and the remaining Android turned over to hide his eyes from the sun and doze off. How glad he was to be rid of her, even if she was his sister. She could wipe out the rest of the human race, Seventeen simply did not give a fuck.
"..."
Seventeen's eyes fluttered closed like a careless human, clouded by rubble and an air of doomed destruction.
The chill in the air cut through his denim jacket with the speed he flew at. Not even the sound of birds reached his ears. They were around here then.
Dropping lower, Trunks moved threw the air with more caution. Frustration boiled within, why couldn't he find them when he was ready for them? Lifeless monsters.
Clenching his teeth, Trunks rounded a corner. Barren, lifeless. Like everything else. What caught his eye was the smoke from the pavement, blood not too far from the location.
Dropping down to the pavement, Trunks tensed. He could swear that the scent of death was close.
Seventeen stretched, and turned on his side. Tucked himself into a fetal position, oblivious to the young demi-saiyan coming for what could be his life.
The humans, the countless lives he and his twin crushed like clay left him empty. Bored. Was there something more to all of this drivel?
None of them fought back anymore. Not like that boy with a head full of silver hair. Excitement bubbled in his veins at the thought of the youth, causing the android to grin.
It'd been months since they last had seen his face. Him. Hm. Him...hmm, Trunks, was it?
Yes...
Seventeen's long eyelashes fluttered.
The boy was most likely hiding, just like the other humans had. Dead? Probably not. The boy was far too stubborn to bow his head and die like a fool.
No...Trunks was above that. Above them all. Just a little.
'I'm getting soft.'
The corner cut off view of the area behind the next building, wreckage littering the ground within view.
The smoke drew him closer, they would be near, he just needed to find where.
Looking up, he checked the sky and ridges of blown and destroyed buildings.
He recalled a cat once caught up by a hawk, Gohan had instilled a lesson from it. Even though the cat had a chance, if it didn't look everywhere, something could still catch the predator and make it prey.
Pressing his back to the brick, he slowly rose up into the air, palms brushing the stone.
Color caught his eye at the edge of his view, part of a wall blocking a complete view as to who or what it was. Holding his breath, Trunks drifted forward and higher.
One. Only one of them!
Head snapping around, Trunks glanced around for the female. Of the two, she was the worse temperament, quick to fight dirty.
Bringing his hands forward, he readied a ki blast, eyes still darting around for the enemy that had to be waiting.
Why use her brother as bait though?
Inhale. Cool air burned his lungs. Was he lucky enough to have them finally separated?
Exhale fear, this was his chance, yet he held still, ki warming his palms.
Ears burned to hear the blonde, anything.
Eighteen had been long gone, miles behind her now, going for...hm, clothes, maybe. It was all she'd ever talked about. Like she needed more of those damned things. Maybe it was a blond thing. In a dying world you'd think a woman would think of something else, but no. The android smirked mockingly.
Seventeen swallowed habitually, much like he'd seen humans do. Opened his baby-blue eyes, and rolled back over to stare at the empty, lifeless sky.
The destruction, the pain, the worthlessness of the human condition, he'd seen it all. Maybe other planets would be different.
Eighteen was not programmed to destroy other life, or other planets. Just humans.
Was it curiosity? Hah! A ridiculous, human emotion. The android had no use for them. None at all like the boy's.
"Hn," he'd said to no one. Sat up, supported by his the grooves of his elbows.
A cold wind traveled by then, causing the android's short raven hair to whip back and forth. Directly in front of his eyes. With little or no thought, he'd tucked several strands back behind the shell of his tiny ears with the precision that only a machine of death could know.
One breath out, ki singing from his palms and sailing towards the machine.
The image of the dragon turning the counterparts of the androids into humans flashed through his mind as he watched for a second more to the path the energy flew.
Blinking out of the spot, Trunks rushed back around the building, stilling on the farthest side of its war torn shape.
Eyes racked the sky for the blonde once more before tipping his head around the corner, hair spilling over like a sheet. A cloud of dirt blew up into the air, clouding any chance to see the android.
Searching the area with his eyes, Trunks saw nothing.
That meant little with them.
For all he knew, this was one of their traps.
The blast hit him like a pile of bricks. Bricks on fire. Straight for the head.
Seventeen barely recovered in time to avoid most of it, the ki skidding across his neck, past his orange scarf. He flipped eight feet back via one hand, urging his body to work faster than usual.
The ball of ki thudded behind him, thundering into a large building that had all but survived most of their previous assaults. What a pity. Seventeen smirked, landing back on his feet easy with a light thud.
Smoke clouded his field of vision vision. Clever. No matter, there were ways to get around it.
Seventeen flipped his hair back nonchalantly, casually floating up into the air, higher and higher; searching for the attacker.
"Come out," he called out evenly, cold and calm. "I simply must repay you for your little gift!"
Glanced at the scarf about his neck and scoffed. Half torn to shreds.
Baby blue eyes narrowed into slits, a touch angry.
"Hn. Stupid fool ruined my scarf. I just stole this off of some pathetic human today!"
"That wasn't a gift!"
He was stronger now, yet the androids still caused him pause.
Breathing in deeply, Trunks forced his heart to stop racing.
If he kept his head on straight, he wouldn't be the one running away.
Soaring up into the sky, he bolted up at the last half, the faint memory of reaching the rooftop of a building before only to nearly have his head blown off.
Hair brushing his shoulders, it didn't come to the forefront of his mind that a few months wouldn't have his hair this long.
Fixing cold eyes on the android, he shifted into an offensive stance.
"Oh.." Seventeen felt a grin pull at his thin lips. "So, it's you. The kid."
Idly, the Android pulled at the end of the orange fabric from his pale neck and tossed it to the ground. Anger forgotten.
It had been some time since they'd last met. Both of them had barely escaped from it; it had left their clothes favorite torn, and the human drained of life.
The human, Trunks, had escaped by his own doing. Eighteen none the wiser. He'd told his sister that he thought he heard something, a rumble perhaps, and led her "there."
Seventeen told himself that he did it for the preservation of a challenge. It was all he could tell himself to rationalize it all.
"Have you come to play? I've got all day."
Flipped his raven hair back, leering at the youth pointedly. Flicked a thumb across his lips and placed his hands on his hips unassumingly.
"I have a name."
The annoyance nearly made him twitch.
"Only you would, considering you lack a real life."
Eyes followed the thumb for a breath of time.
This wasn't the same time line! There was no changing these two!
A soft growl rose from deep in his chest. He wasn't a kid anymore.
"You need to be stopped. For good."
"Hn. How rude of you." Seventeen tilted his head, smirk fading slightly. "Boy."
The Android began circling the human lazily, looking him over. Trunks' silver hair had grown longer, touching his broad shoulders, and the deep expression on his face gave away a more seasoned self of self.
Impressive.
"It's true," Seventeen agreed, stopping directly behind the human. "You have grown, there is no denying that.."
His silky voice hitched with a sensual rivet, his own enthusiasm surprising even himself.
"I look forward to testing your..."
Seventeen licked his lips, emphasizing the next word, syllable by syllable.
"Talentssss."
Eyes widened, shock clear on his face.
"W-what?"
A lump formed in his throat, heart drumming in his ears.
Quickly, Trunks scowled as his mind set about figuring out what meanings could be taken from that. Mainly anything that didn't involve blood going south for him.
Heat rushed to his face and he cursed himself for blushing so easily.
Pulling in his stance, Trunks rose his arms higher, one ready for a block, the other a jab or vice versa. He held a left hander's stance, faking a favoring of the right as an illusion. Something he'd learned from his Father. Pretend what was stronger as the weaker limb.
Eyes following Seventeen, he tensed farther, not daring to turn to keep his back from him. The android was messing with him was all, nothing more.
"I'm curious for you," Seventeen said simply, drifting forward. Bluntly ignoring the guard the human held, instead observing the sides of his face, almost seeing the wheels turning. His smooth words had stunned the teen to silence. Good.
Seventeen hooked his right hand around Trunks' left wrist, pausing politely. Tightened.
"I'd like to see your face," the meta-human quipped. "Before we fight...if you don't mind."
He'd tilted his head patiently, a curtain of black falling over an eye of baby blue.
"Don't worry. I don't want to kill you just yet!"
"I kind of like that glare you give me..."
This was not coded into his function, his memory. When Seventeen was human, he was capable of curiosity - he wasn't supposed to feel it at all now. Or so that bastard Gero told him.
Seventeen's tongue curled behind his teeth achingly. Maybe if they proceeded with the game, he'd find out more. More than this.
Nothing seemed to want to move.
A frustrated growl, what was he talking about?
Tipping his head back, tongue darting out without conscious thought, wetting his bottom lip, Trunks forced a look of pride.
He felt like a rabbit, heart racing as it was.
Steeling his face, he locked his eyes onto the android's face.
"Stop...toying with me..."
Kami, it was so hard to speak around that lump in his throat.
Swallowed.
The itch of material on his wrist under the grip becoming noticeable.
The cool breeze pulling at his hair as he fought to breath at all.
The Android brought the human's wrist down fully, with a bit of added pressure of course.
The cool breeze freed his vision. Utilizing this, his face crept closer, pale blue eyes piercing a deep sea blue.
"Why?" Eighteen asked curiously, "you've been giving me such interesting reactions so far, new ones in fact."
A hand, black fabric torn at the sleeve, rose inconspicuously to grip the Trunks' other wrist. Twisted it down, this time behind his back.
"And I don't think you entirely hate this,"
Seventeen squeezed tautly for emphasis.
"Your heartbeat is racing," the Android hummed. "are you malfunctioning?"
He made sure to keep a point of the distance, creating a delicious friction.
A wider smirk pulled at his lips, showing the ghost of pearl white, perfect teeth.
He felt like he was 14 all over again, toyed with by the two as he tried to destroy them until he'd realized the hopelessness of it.
Pulling against the android's hold, he found his muscle freezing up, lacking strength.
Damn it! He was stronger then this!
"I'm not a machine! I don't malfunction!"
Swallowing down his heart, his stomach clenched, feeling like he'd swallowed a bag of stones.
Looking away, Trunks refused to meet the android's eyes.
Focusing instead on the bare look of his throat, listening to his own harsh breathing. It was smooth, flawless like the rest of him.
Move, damn it!
Fight or flight failed him, frozen in place as muscles trembled against the mind's screams to move. Why was he letting his one chance to kill him slip away?
Seventeen's face drifted forward, closing the space just a bit between them, and allowed his head to bow. Enough so that an ear was close enough to listen to the humans pulse.
It was racing.
"Yes, yes," the Android purred velvetly. "Of course you're not..my apologies."
He grasped the arm twisted behind the teen, and pressed it into his back. Delicious.
Loosened his hold on the other arm as to not bruise that pretty, tan skin. At the same time, he blew a puff of air into Trunks ear, pushing and pushing to see how he'd react.
Despite his struggles...Seventeen knew that the kid was just as curious as he was. If he wasn't, well, Seventeen would convince him that he was.
One way or another.
Baby-blue eyes sparkled with resolve.
Fingers twitched, clenching as muscles spasmed between his shoulder blades, the shudder failing to be suppressed.
Too close, he was too close!
Back arching, chest lifting, Trunks followed the position of his arm's fold and pin, easing the chance of increased pain.
He had to be back in the time chamber, dreaming. Had to!
Clenching his eyes shut, the sudden intense awareness of the android's body heat rolled over his skin.
Shit, this was real.
His dreams they didn't have body heat, back then he didn't know they were first human then turned into monsters.
"W-why are you doing this?" Voice cracking, trembled in depth, nearly rasping in sound.
Eyes opened, a shivering breath pulled into his lungs, jaw clenching.
The smell of dirt, water and the hint of fuel circled the area, slipped into his lungs and brushed his taste buds.
"I've told you already, handsome." the Android countered with a voice smooth and casual, "I am curious for you. What you are, who you are. Is that so hard to understand?"
Seventeen pressed his lips into a thin line, nostrils exhaling a tiny puff of air against the tanned neck of the teen. That particular brush of contact was unplanned, yet it serviced the meta-human well.
The human was sweating lusciously, Seventeen observed. His sensors did not pick up any sense of fear, just confusion.
If the meta-human's heartbeat still functioned beyond his control, he suspected that it would be racing too.
Suddenly, the Android twisted the arm in front of Trunks to join the other in the back. Bound together by an iron grip.
The free hand traveled up the human's hip, lips gingerly brushing aside long silvery locks.
Seventeen grinned approvingly, pausing at Trunks' neckline. Hummed.
"I really like what you've done with the hair," the meta-human commented. "It suits you. And your strength, it's tripled. You're so much stronger, more than your friend Gohan ever was."
He threaded fingertips in those long locks, smoothing them back. Still not quite meeting Trunks' navy blue eyes.
"What do you think he would say if he saw you like this?"