Whose game is it now?

That took me quite a while. I am truly sorry! But, fact is that I'm living in Japan now and I finally go used to all the hectic stuff that was going on in my life. I think that chapter 11 will be the last, I'm not sure.. But this chapter is a plot twister! Do enjoy and comment! ;)

Chapter 10

十課

It has been two days since he had left him standing on that grassy field, surrounded by the ruins of the devastated city. He had pushed him away violently and rejected him full heartedly, because the knowledge that he could not be with him started sinking in slowly. Sure, having that artificial skin melt together with his own was an incredible feeling, but this was one past that he simply couldn't fix. 17 and his female partner in crime have done a lot of damage to society in these two decades. If only he could use the time machine, go back in time, prevent 17's killing sprees and fix the future once again, he probably would.

Trunks ought to be happy with his decision to toughen up and ban the Android from his life, but the truth was, that he has become more restless than ever. He spent his time wandering around the house like a ghost these couple of days. Not knowing what to do and lacking the motivation to work out he started developing migraines and annoying flashes. He also started having insomnia again and filled his nights by sitting on his bed pondering about what could have been.

On the bright side, since he's been with 17 he hadn't dreamt once about Cell or his own failures in battles. This one bit of serenity could unfortunately not overpower the raging storm inside of his mind. The fact that he did the right thing did not make his heart beat faster at all. Not at all. His whole state of mind only sparked his desire for him. He couldn't stop thinking about those pale eyes, charming voice and the elegance of Android 17.

Trunks looked like a mess as dark bags accentuated his sad eyes. His hair was also a ruffled mess because he hadn't showered or shaved during these two days. Small stubbles of lavender facial hair covered the lower half of his face, making him appear a lot older than he actually was. He avoided mirrors because he couldn't bring himself up to stare at his guilty reflection. He couldn't look himself in the eye, let alone his mother, who still hadn't even bother to call.

It was getting dark outside and a pale moon would soon reveal itself from behind dark clouds in a couple of hours. He hated that moon, because it reminded him of those eyes that embodied a nothingness so deep, yet irresistible. That shallow glance pierced right through his soul and dragged him into a place so intense. Trunks remembered being enchanted by those pools the moment he peeked inside that capsule where his former prisoner had been staying. One, single look was all that it took to awaken an all-consuming desire deep inside of his core. Those eyes triggered confrontations with feelings that he'd been ignoring for years.

Trunks lowered his restless body on his bed and the moment he placed his hands behind his head his sensitive Saiyan nose picked that smell up again; a deep, penetrating, masculine smell of their first night. The image of 17 crawling on top of him with his arched back and raven black hair hanging over his light blue's was exactly what he associated with that smell.

He hated himself for thinking about the Android again, but he could not do anything about the fact that he always seemed to envision 17's lips on his neck the moment he closed his eyes. As he played the image of the Android underneath his Saiyan body over and over again in his mind, he became frustrated. He compared himself to a rehabilitating drug addict who was still tempted by that last fix. He basically couldn't think about anything else. He needed him badly.

However, he knew perfectly well that he mustn't let himself being pulled into that surreal situation again. But then again, what happens inside of his mind was his secret alone and he needn't to explain himself to anyone. Damn it. He was hard again. All those forbidden thoughts these days really took a toll on his frustration and swollen manhood. Rubbing his eyes with thumb and index finger the young Saiyan cursed underneath his breath. Feeling childish for getting aroused by the mere thought of the Android, he eventually decided to lend himself a helping hand. He cupped himself with his right hand and felt upon his gigantic frustration. After that, he lazily unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself.

Feeling guilty for fantasizing about 17, Trunks also felt that if he wouldn't help himself now that he would be walking around the house for hours again. He wasn't in the mood for that at all, so he decided to slide his hand down his boxer shorts and feel upon his hotspot. Placing his hand around the shaft with a relative tight grip he slowly began moving his skin over the sensitive top. As he closed his eyes he imaged 17 between his legs and his cock wrapped in the soft tissue of those insolent lips. He had been a smartass all day and this was obviously the perfect way to shut him the hell up. Trunks moaned quietly and imagined tilting his hips inside the small being's mouth. Immediately, pale eyes covered with a frown would look up and just stare at him. His hand moved faster.

Trunks clenched his jaw and enjoyed teasing the Android in his own fantasy. He then imagined grabbing the Android by the head and pushing it down in order to feel the back of his throat with his tip. 17 didn't refuse being dominated like that and continued sucking the Saiyan off for a good amount of time. Trunks felt his heart pounding against his chest and by the mere image of fucking the Android inside of his naughty mouth. Moving his hand faster and more rhythmical the young Saiyan tensed his muscles every few seconds.

As his hand slid up and down his cock Trunks imagined himself pinning the Android against a random wall. He envisioned every detail; how the Android's legs would curl around his waist and how his dark hair would stick on to his face. Panting heavily, with his nails digging into Trunks' back the Saiyan would pound him senselessly against that wall. He'd do him so hard that the roof would eventually come down upon them.

His moans got louder and his heartbeat had reached a new height. Feeling consumed by the knowledge that he would soon experience one of his intense orgasms Trunks focused his mind on 17's incredible, naked body and braced himself for his release. Once again, those eyes were the last things he saw before his climax..

He came. His muscles relaxed after an electric wave of pleasure had jolted through his entire body. From the tip of his nose to the bottom of his toes. His sharp Saiyan senses were more sensitive to all sorts of physical extremes, so he enjoyed his post-climatic state of mind a bit longer than an average human. The sensation of warm liquid on his skin relaxed him for a moment. He then soon realized that he has made a mess and felt bummed out that 17 wasn't there to provide some sort of place where he would release all of his liquid.

He examined his sticky hand with a faint smile on his face. It wasn't the same, but it was the closest he would get to the Android.

Suddenly..

"You disgrace! Miserable excuse of a warrior! You're not worth having my Saiyan blood running through your veins. You're nothing more than a traitor!" was the comment that came out of Vegeta's mouth before he managed to punch his son in the face and knock out three of his teeth. Trunks looked disorientated as he spat a good amount of blood on the floor. Another blow to the head. The young Saiyan fell over as blood gushed out of his broken nose like a fountain. Impacting the floor with an incredible speed, Trunks breathed heavily and witnessed his very own father Vegeta collecting energy for an immense Final Flash attack.

He snapped out of it and shook his head wildly. Realizing that he was safe and sound in his room, Trunks soon remembered that it was one of those flashes. He had these things, where he imagined what Vegeta would do to him if he found out what he's done. There was not a doubt in his mind that his father would beat him into a bloody pulp and kill him afterwards. He just shook his head.

"Shit.." whispered Trunks as he got off his bed carefully in the hope that he wouldn't spill anything on the floor.

"Damnit, I have to stop doing this. If I'd stop thinking about him, I'd stop imagining people who'll remind me of my deception.." he said as he dragged himself into his bathroom.

Finally, a nice warm shower would relax him. Clean him up as well, considering the fact that he hadn't showered in two days and extra messy from this point on. Agreeing with himself that hygiene was inevitable he threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and turned on the water.

Relaxing his body underneath the streaming, warm water the Saiyan enjoyed the sensation of the soft liquid running through his lavender hair. As he ran his hands over his filthy body he considered the shower as a cleansing of all of those bad thoughts that have been messing with his mind these couple of days. At this moment, he still felt a bit dizzy in his current post-climatic state as the sweet, euphoric pleasure still circled in this blood. Slightly zoned out, he still managed to think about how things could have turned out if Bulma hadn't walked in on him. If he decided upon a different course of action, would he still be feeling the same? His mind soon became tired of all of those potential what-if's, like what might have happened if he had destroyed 17 the day he returned from the past or if he hadn't pressed that button to unlock his capsule.

As his analytical mind pondered about these things, he still kept thinking about those eyes. Why was it that every single thought intertwined with the Android's face? How long is this going to take? How much longer must he torture himself in order to forget about the Cyborg and every single thing that went wrong? Trunks thought of himself as a tragic antihero, destined to live a life of loneliness, caught up in all of this bad karma. Shaking his head in disagreement he sighed and stared at the empty shower wall for a couple of minutes.

"I surely hope that I was the one you were thinking about back there.." was the sound of that charming, familiar voice.

Startled, Trunks immediately opened the shower curtain only to find Android 17 standing in his bathroom with his arms crossed. He had that insolent, cocky smirk on his face and an attitude as if he was in his own house.

"The wet look works well for you, Trunks" he spoke again.

"What the hell are you doing here, Seventeen!" replied Trunks as he angrily and very, naked continued standing under the shower.

"Well, I got bored, so I figured that I would check if you had finished your little tantrum from the other day.." said 17 as he ignored Trunks' risen voice. Not feeling intimidated at all, the Android observed the Saiyan's naked body with an amused expression on his face.

"I understand the fact that you couldn't resist all of this, but I thought that I made myself pretty clear on the subject" stated Trunks as he shamelessly placed his hands on his hips.

"Yes, hm I have decided that I will forgive you for your behavior the other day. Leaving me like that. You have no idea how bored I got and how cold the nights were. Speaking of cold, I am freezing" spoke the Android with his newly found cockiness which he hadn't forced upon Trunks yet.

With that said 17 began undressing his upper body by removing his two shirts and red scarf. Trying to get under the Saiyan's skin on one hand and seducing him on the other 17 agreed with himself that he was playing his cards right and that Trunks wouldn't be able to resist his charms. His actions seemed spontaneous, but little did Trunks know that he has been planning his steps carefully and had an agenda of his own.

Trunks was actually speechless and couldn't believe the nerve. Unsure how to react and desperate to stand his ground and dominate the situation he blocked 17's attempt to get into the shower with him by using one of his arms.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked the already undressed Android. Trying to keep eye contact with him Trunks immediately decided that he shouldn't look down.

"Relax. It is just a shower. Or do you feel that you would not be able to control yourself?" replied 17 perfectly calm.

Right before Trunks had the chance to come up with a witty answer the Android lowered his head slightly and stepped underneath his arm gracefully, making his way into the shower. As he did that, he touched Trunks' abdomen with one hand, smoothly gliding over his wet skin.

Feeling his muscles tensing, Trunks hasn't decided if he should get furious or flattered with this little visit. Feeling a bit nervous he figured that he had to at least wait a few minutes before he might consider options such as jaw breaking or dislocating limbs. As his eyes unwillingly enjoyed the sight of black hair getting wet, he couldn't fixate his look on that alone. They wandered off to that tone chest, which looked rather exceptional underneath the streaming, hot water.

"I don't run a hotel here. You've got some nerve. What have you been doing these two days anyway?" was the best comeback Trunks could think of at the moment.

"Do not worry. I have not done anything mischievous." replied 17 as he ran his hands through his hair and carefully gazed into Trunks' direction over his arm.

"Look Seventeen, I told you that I can't do this anymore.." said Trunks as he took a step closer in the Android's direction.

"Do what, Trunks. Being hospitable?"

"You know what I mean.." said the Saiyan as he pushed 17's arm down in order to get a good look at him.

"You blame yourself for everything.." said 17 in a different tone of voice. Making a comforting gesture by cupping Trunks' cheeks with both hands he unconsciously acted out the role of close fried or parent-figure. He actually stopped goofing around at that moment.

Trunks, feeling flustered by that sudden shift in the content of their dialogue, felt his heart beating faster instantaneously.

"You struggled with me and Eighteen for years, but you were not strong enough yet. That was not your fault, the world did not rest on your shoulders. You have lost family and friends, but that was my fault since I was programmed to do so. You spoke of failures against Cell, but you could not have seen his death ray coming. You blame yourself for breaking your mother's heart, but you did not do that. You saved the future and the past all by yourself in the end. You deserve to do what you want and should never feel guilty about the things that happened to you" spoke 17 with a soft, sincere voice.

"You have deserved the right to free yourself from all of these insecurities" he spoke again as he slowly pulled Trunks into his embrace.

Unwillingly, feeling overwhelmed by those powerful words, Trunks couldn't do anything but lean into 17's embrace. Hating himself for having this powerful attraction over the Android he felt more vulnerable than ever. How in the world did he figure out what tools to use to push his buttons and turn him in a miserable mess?

"Stop doing this.." he whispered into 17's ear as his vocal chords trembled in insecurity.

"Stop what" asked 17.

"Making me.. fall in love with you.." replied Trunks by putting his arms around the Android's waist. By pulling that artificial being closer he only confirmed something that he was speculating about. He actually started falling in love with him.

With a stoic expression on his face, 17 brushed his cheek against Trunks' until his lips reached the Saiyan's. As their lips touched, both men slowly moved their hands around each other's bodies, perfectly aware of what this would lead to. Something Trunks desperately not wanted to happen again, even though every cell in his body craved for it. It was also something that 17 had planned out from the start. Nothing would get in the way of this chain reaction. It was unavoidable and inevitable; they were going to be together in that shower.

Their lips parted and they enjoyed their tastes through the small fountain of water. 17 teased Trunks with his lower lip, making the Saiyan impatient. Brushing his tongue over artificial lips Trunks ran his hands over the smooth, synthetic skin of the Android's lower back, eventually reaching that irresistible backside. Men who are built like the Android are destined to be perfect in bed as broad shoulders, lean muscles and a swimmer's figure are qualities that define an endless ability to make the thrusting motion. But because the Android was relatively smaller than the Saiyan he was destined to be subordinate to the greater male.

Their tongues collided like they did many times before, but neither of them was aggressive about it. For the first time ever, they took the time to enjoy their little oral rendez-vous that, for the first time ever, was oozing erotica and not merely lust. 17's brushed strands of wet hair out of Trunks' face, revealing that fierce bone structure that embodied his Saiyan heritage and his mother's girlish features, and pushed his chest against the Saiyan's. The sensation of the nervous human heart beating against his metallic chest made the Android aroused, because he knew that he'd won something important.

As his nails were digging into skin tissue of that ass Trunks felt his blood running down to a particular place that had just been satisfied ten minutes ago. With his sensitive top pressed against 17's abdomen Trunks knew he couldn't keep doing this foreplay much longer, so he glided his hands over the Android's body and pressed him against the wall. The situation was a lot like he envisioned it in his daydreams or fantasies. He had to have him, pressed against the wall like that.

With his lips still pressed against Trunks' 17 placed his hands behind the Saiyan's neck. In the meanwhile, Trunks reached for 17's thigh, lifted his leg and placed it around his waist. After that, he lifted the smaller man and pressed him against the wall, making the Android curl his legs around Trunks' midsection. With his throbbing erection in the right position, Trunks' impatience grew stronger, for he just wanted to enter his partner and watch him rocking upon him.

From behind dark locks or hair, 17 looked down on Trunks as he strengthened the grip with his thighs of steel, making the Saiyan exhale a quiet breath of air. Punishing the Android for his attempt to dominate the situation, Trunks dug his nails into the wet skin of 17's thighs, always keeping in mind that he would punish him even more in a matter of moments. With his uncovered glans brushing against the tight entrance, Trunks manoeuvred his hips in a matter so that he wouldn't have to free his hands and penetrate the seductive Cyborg at the same time.

17's facial expression remained stoic as he felt the soft sensation against his entrance. Aware that him being pinned up and lifted up against the wall wasn't the most painless position, 17 kept telling himself that the sharp pain would disappear after several thrusts. He also considered not seducing Trunks in to transforming and doing him Super Saiyan style, because that would be a skin tearing, nerve numbing and a wrong choice to make.

Trunks pushed the Android's hips down and felt his cock being wrapped by tightness so exquisite. As every vein on his shaft was immediately stimulated by the rubbing motion and his tip disappeared inside the sweet entrance, Trunks crinkled his nose and clenched his jaw. With eyelids dropping, he tilted his hips to get all of his manhood in the Android, he dosed his energy between laziness and liveliness. Tilting his hips with a powerful thrust the silence was broken with a whimper of protest by the Android.

"You bastard.." whined 17 as every muscle in body tensed because of that sharp pain.

His muscular contraction only stimulated the Saiyan cock even more, tempting Trunks into pounding the life of the artificial life form. He took a step back instead, carrying the weight of the Android with his arms and cock, hoping that 17 would put those thighs of steel into good use and ride him.

Clinging onto Trunks' neck and lifting his lower body with his leg muscles, 17 found it difficult to be in this situation for several reasons. First of all, he absolutely refused to be compared with a woman and hasn't adjusted to the pain just yet.

Feeling disappointed by the lack of initiative Trunks got even more impatient. He slammed 17's back against the wall by taking a step forward and began pumping him rhythmically, completely oblivious to 17's frowning face. He continued fucking him like this for a long amount of minutes, and his thrusting seemed to get deeper and faster every single motion. The shower wall's ceramic white tiles endured every powerful impact and would probably crack or come lose if things would keep up at this rate. Every thrust against that wall also echoed through the large bathroom as the Android would probably get his back bruised the second they would finish.

As hot liquid caressed his lavender hair and face Trunks tried not looking up a lot in order to prevent getting water in his eyes. He was so focused on the stimulation of his own manhood that he ignored the immense erection that was pressed up against his stomach. With butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating against his chest Trunks felt himself slipping away in a state of pure escapism with no worry in the world. He couldn't give a damn about his mother's look, his father's words or his sense of morality, he just wanted to go on into eternity.

17 got over the uncomfortable sensation that was about to split him in half or over his bruised spine and wrapped his slender fingers around lavender hair. Aroused on so many levels, he couldn't help himself but smile with his eyes. Fully aware of the fact that the Saiyan couldn't resist him he was just handed a dangerous tool of manipulation on a silver platter, because once you make someone fall for you and hurt them afterwards the pain is many times worse. As he watched the Saiyan body slam into his own in a fierce manner he thought about his own genius for a second before he pressed his forehead against the Saiyan's in order to get closer to him.

After being in this position for a long couple of minutes, Trunks decided to put the Android down, make him face the wall and position himself behind him. Without any patience what so ever, the Saiyan pressed his throbbing member inside the Android, making him hiss through his teeth. He not only did him like that, pressed against the wall, but also bent over and on the wet floor as warm water caressed his soar back. Trunks didn't hold back, because he knew the Android could handle it. He knew he could endure all of sorts of physical brutalities. He didn't care his well being at the moment. As a matter of fact, he didn't care about anything that night; he just wanted to get lost within him.

They spend almost two hours underneath that streaming water doing things they never imagined doing with anyone, let alone each other. Boundaries were crossed, barriers brought down and limits explored. For most people, only a deep emotional connection would trigger opening one's heart of body fully, but these two sworn enemies from the past didn't need all that. Looking in two each other's eyes awakened an all consuming need to devour each other in a pure animalistic matter.

They eventually managed to reach Trunks' bed and smear the sheets with water as Trunks pushed the Android with his bruised back on his covers. The Saiyan never took his hands off the artificial skin tissue as he continued dominating him in a physical matter only.

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They eventually stopped touching each other as the night almost reached its end. Trunks lay flat on his stomach, he supported his head with an arm as his other arm hung nonchalantly from the bedside. He needed his testosterone refill by sleeping for at least ten hours. But this was also the first night since two days that he managed to keep his eyes shut and let himself being consumed by slumber.

17, on the other hand, with his never ending energy level sat up in bed and fought the urge to caress Trunks through his ruffled hair. His face maintained the same stoic and ice-cold expression as usual, but inside of his mind shined a smile so bright. He simply couldn't comprehend his own genius and charm at that particular moment.

He looked down at the Saiyan, thinking about how gullible that so called world savoir actually was. Not feeling any remorse or guilt about the second step in his master plan the Android eventually ran his finger through silky, lavender hair.

"I must give it to you Trunks, you really are naïve as you are attractive.." he whispered.

"I wish that I viewed the situation differently, but I am programmed like this…"

To be continued..