Title: Twisted Companionship
Rating: T
Pairings/Characters: Cell/Gohan
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dragon Ball Z, characters, etc., all belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: mild fluff, enemies to lovers, m/m, mention of semen
Summary: Their obsession for one another had grown past a burning hatred and desire for annihilating the other, leading to a fall from perfection together.
A/N: I really just wanted more Cell/Gohan pairing content. So this happened.
He was losing track how many times they'd had this dirty, unfathomable, unethical rendez-vous with one another. It was a sinful secret unlike any other, one that would ruin him and every relationship he had with his friends and family, including his recent mentee Trunks. Every once in awhile, his "victory" would get brought up and he would have to grin and shrug, accepting the praise as awkwardly as he did ten years ago. The victory couldn't even be called that, in his mind. Cell had decided to run, his perfect plan put into question when Gohan proved to be a formidable opponent. The monster fled to outer worlds, leaving a promise that only Gohan had heard:
"Don't think this is over, brat. I'll have you. Just you wait."
The words had sent a chill down his spine then, and despite meaning something completely different at the time, they had nonetheless come to fruition.
He belonged to Cell.
Their obsession for one another had grown past a burning hatred and desire for annihilating the other. It certainly remained a game of power and who possessed more of it, as demonstrated by their extreme physical altercations upon reuniting; however, both resorted to hand-to-hand combat to work out their aggression, concealing their power-levels in order to not draw unwanted attention to their private meetups.
The fighting always continued to a bed that had seen better days in an abandoned house tucked away in the remote countryside. They had long since destroyed the frame in their heated wrestling matches, the dingy mattress residing directly on the floor.
A handful of candles illuminated the room, offering soft lighting in addition to the moon. Cell's large body took up most of the mattress space, his legs extending beyond the foot of it, yet both found the forced closeness a welcomed reward after their duels. Sitting upright, Gohan glanced back at his bed partner, a small smile quirking his lips as he gazed at Cell's unusually gentle visage. He'd learned sleep wasn't a necessity for the "man" like it was for imperfect beings such as humans; it was more like a luxury he occasionally allowed himself to have. The fact he did so in the presence of his nemesis was testament to just how far they had fallen from perfection of any kind.
Standing up, Gohan soon felt the familiar sensation of Cell's viscous semen oozing down his thighs. The mattress was thoroughly stained with the purplish-milky white substance, neither caring enough to remember to bring sheets or a cover of any kind. The only essentials Gohan bothered supplying the house with were a few towels, washcloths, and bandages. Luckily, there was still running water, and he proceeded to clean himself in the adjacent bathroom. There was nothing he could do about the bite marks on his shoulders and chest, but those could easily be concealed by his clothing when next he put them on.
Returning to the bed, he stretched out beside the insect-human hybrid, who silently welcomed him back by placing his arm around him in a tender embrace.
Neither would admit to becoming dependent on the other, just as neither would admit their rivalry had become an irresistible need that had transcended into a twisted companionship worth more than merely beating the other into oblivion.
