Cell had studied his anatomy for about an hour. Frieza had informed him on an appendage in his front pelvic region, and after feeling he felt his lower part open oddly, but in a pleasantly weird sensation, that is when something purple with wrinkles and odd hard bumps fell. That, he supposed, was his penis that had been so gloriously talked about in graphic detail by the cold brothers. Cell never took notice of how pale, smooth, and so... non disfigured, the boy was, despite the battles they had, and the scars he marked his body with. The android was almost enthralled by the newfound territory of his enemy, he placed his knees to the sides of Gohan's higher thighs, locking the younger in place. The teen's face was to the side, more peacefully sleeping than other nights usually were, arms spread wide to the sides of his head. Looming over the younger, he traced curious fingers across the boy's jawline and lined his body's muscles and collar bone, taking great notice in him not just looking soft, he felt that way too. Perhaps the waters he bathed in were truly purified water, of course it would keep a boy that was as pure and innocent as possible, smooth and free of blemishes. Cell felt heat rising across his body as he thought about how he would corrupt the boy in just a moment, and that was when he felt his dick enlarging slightly from arousal out of the thought of scarring the pale teen beneath him, locked in from the all angles from moving, and too drugged to move even if he did wake up, perhaps he won't even remember that Cell would defile him, take his sweet virginity, and secretly mark the boy as his for the rest of his time. The android couldn't stop the chuckle that bellowed from his chest, feeling like a predator about to eat his fragile prey. Frieza had mentioned saiyan anatomy to him at one point, the act of mating was something used heavily in barbaric takeovers and crusades before the saiyans were hired under him, even then they still had to deal with them. Some saiyans were forced to submit to others who knew about their marking anatomy, they were more animalistic than thought of and Cell found it suspenseful to get it over with and bite into the putridly innocent flesh below him, and the android was saddened the other didn't have his tail as it was another appendage to use to make weaker and more submissive saiyans succumb to their mate or potential mate, the thought of it alone sent chills through the dead-man's body.
Cell felt like he was carefully moving a glass vase as he removed the top from the other's body, yet Gohan fell limp making it both easy and annoying, but Cell didn't need to make another run so soon for a new pair of clothes, that would raise too many questions from a place where too many had a mouth bigger than their wills' to breathe. Not like he already didn't feel Frieza breathing down the back of his neck at who exactly he was harbouring in his abode that kept him away most days from the 'gang.'
Leaning down, Cell took remembering the tip Frieza had mentioned about the mating marks and where they would be located, the crook of the neck on either side contained glands that release endorphins that would instantly create a natural aphrodisiac inside a saiyan, but Cell was also told about the bruises called 'hickeys' that would be made from gently biting and sucking at certain areas, something that Frieza told him about was one of his favourite temporary marking techniques, one that the giant android ached with pleasure to try out on his sole rival. Goku and his band of cheery jokes of warriors be damned, this kid was his greatest enemy, and his alone.
Cell couldn't imagine any other horrid excuse for a pacifist as his killer, and the thought of it being anyone else, like the brat's father, made him shiver in disgust. Goku was too bubbly and simply dumb, Vegeta was too stubborn and his thoughts were more straight than a wet and bland spaghetti noodle, lastly Trunks was too hero-complex and not enough thinking about what he does or how he does it. Gohan though… he was the perfect combination of brain and brawn, something he knew didn't derive from the other's father's race, yet those looks were definitely dashing and passed from said ancestors. Cell gently ran a hand through the other's hair and nudged his head to let him have better access to his neck, and he hesitantly opened his mouth just over the crook of Gohan's neck, lightly biting down and sucking. The bug's eyes widened and he paused frightfully as the noise produced from the hybrid under him sent another surge of heat throughout his body, head to toe. The teen had let out an unconscious, breathy and quiet moan in that moment, but it sounded right into Cell's ear. The bug thought truthfully he was dead, yet the pounding of his heart in his chest made him believe otherwise. Instinctively, the larger being traced Gohan's torso as he began to suck and nip at other areas of the hybrid's neck, practically wanting to melt under each small noise his rival released in his drugged sleep. He wasn't even sure if Gohan knew the noises he was creating, but the fact that he alone, the perfect being, was making these new sensations and sounds come from his perfect enemy, it made him feel alive.
Feeling it was time to speed things up, Cell slowly left Gohan's now-abused neck and upper chest that he littered with light bites, he focused on the boy's waistband, carefully taking off the other's shorts easily.
The artificial-bio-bug looked at the younger's semi-hard and little beads of translucent liquid seeping from it, which made the other curious to what it was. All that was left that he remembered, was that Frieza said he would penetrate a hole that looked large enough, which after he spread the younger's legs using the tyrant's god awful stories, he found a hole that looked akin to Frieza's description. Cell was uncomfortably hard, and seeing how he was truly going to reach a point of no return in defiling his sleeping enemy made him almost lose himself right there. He stood on his knees and pulled Gohan's ass outward with unfamiliar gentleness. Releasing one side to line up his cock to the hole he slowly inched it forward into the tight, and uncomfortably dry bottom of his rival, and he gasped loudly in surprise. Although there wasn't any lubrication, which he stupidly forgot in the moment, the other was squeezing his cock harshly and the way the boy's back arched under him made the android lose more grasp of his impulse control. Gohan was gasping and eyes now barely open and glazed over, looking straight at him in obvious confusion. The tears pricking at the hybrid's eyes made his dick throb in excitement and he smirked, slowly beginning to thrust as he felt a type of warm fluid surrounding him, making it easier for him to pick up the pace, the gripping at Gohan's hips making it easier to move in and out of the saiyan. The hybrid's loud gasps of pain and hiccups to the rhythm of Cell's pace, all made for the world to hear. The brat brokenly sobbing under him, the pure dominance he finally felt, and the blood he saw coating both of them… it was more euphoric than simply beating the brat to a pulp in a boring battle, even more so with Gohan's confused looks being made possible from the hard drug Cooler had lent to him.
Cell couldn't restrain how fast he went, just that he was getting such beautiful, pained noises from his rival beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist and clenching him. The word being muttered over and over again made Cell pool over the edge. The way the brat panted out his name in such fear gave the android a new sensation on top of all the recent ones from this experience, feeling like he was going to explode at the drop of a hat, and that drop came sooner than expected. Gohan, albeit drugged and sluggish, loudly shouted out Cell's name brokenly with his cock spilling white liquid. The android couldn't help the rush he felt come from his own, shooting into the other's ass. He grunted, digging his nails into Gohan's hips as he pumped a few times, pushing the alien-seme further into the other who gripped at the rocky bed below. Even drugged, the demi saiyan created mini fist-shaped craters in the bed and Cell couldn't help but watch the sweaty, pale, and very much so damaged beauty below him.
Panting and taking a gulp himself, he slowly inched himself out of the hybrid, watching white and red mix, that must have been what made it so easy to move at the start, which almost sent Cell into another heat below itself to think that blood was so easy to move with. Standing up on his knees on his bed slab, he looked down at his work. Bruises lined the younger's top, and he laid slack and spread across the bed. He watched as Gohan's body and eyes completely slacked, back into a deep slumber. After taking a moment and glazing over what he did, he processed just what kind of intimacy he shared with his enemy now, and he honestly quite enjoyed the thought of making the boy grovel under him, now with a new way available. He wondered how it would be if the boy was fully sobered though... a thought for another day.
Shifting himself to his feet, he leaned over and snuck his hands under the boy's body and flew himself and the hybrid to the lake the brat so favoured to bathe in for privacy. He was very glad he carefully undressed the other for that night otherwise there would have been some nasty words in the morning, if Gohan even remembered anything that is.