Well, by popular demand, here is the
untold story of #17 & #18's forbidden love affair. Perhaps it will help
you to see #17 as I see him in this fanfiction; there's a reason behind
the monster...
BTW: It's a VERY lemony section, so be forewarned!
Let me know what you think.
- Jennifer (Rena/Maigrey)
"Can We Start Over?"
Part 3a (Lemon)
A Dragonball Z original flavor/alternate reality fanfic
written by: Jennifer L. Mondazzi
originally written: 01/20/1998-02/06/1998
Kioku wa itsuka kiete yukuyo... (Memory will someday disappear...)
Nankai mo ayamachi kuri kaesu... (Repeating mistakes many times...)
The entwined human couple lay upon the old, worn mattress, their
mouths locked together for what seemed an eternity. When they moved
apart, it was to remove each other's clothing, and then, they pressed
their naked flesh to one another, and their moaning and gasping became
more frantic, more wild.
Fascinated, #17 watched, unable to pull his gaze away from the sight
before him.
He stood, hidden in the shadows, out of the moonlight, observing
intently as the male and female kissed and fondled each other for many,
long, exciting minutes. In that time, he felt his own breath quicken,
felt a strange, unfamiliar ache burning within his lower abdomen. He
reached down and brushed against himself, barely a light touch in test,
and had to stifle a moan behind his hand. His erection was hard and
hot, and the sensation had made his mind whirl and his heart pound.
He turned his attention back to the two humans, curious and anxious.
When the couple came together, their bodies moving in rhythm, he was
captivated. Their erotic, primal movements made a sheen of sweat break
out on his forehead, and he felt his cheeks flush; he had never seen
anything like this. A new passion gripped his mind and body, and left
him shaking all over, intensifying his longing for...something...he
didn't know exactly what. Whatever it was, he knew that he needed to
find a release from this torturous feeling soon, as it was building
within him, consuming him quickly.
Yet, he could not move, so entranced was he by the scene unfolding
before him.
The two humans gasped out each other's names, intoning avowals of love
into each other's ears, as their bodies moved fiercely towards a
climax, pumping together faster. Number 17 unconsciously matched his
breathing to their own, and when it finally came, the two cried out
loudly, gripping each other tightly, thrusting hard against each other
until the storm passed over them.
The Cyborg was suddenly confused by the stillness. His own need still
raged within him, almost as if it were a beast that longed to be set
free, yet he didn't know how to achieve that ends by himself. It
frustrated and angered him.
Catching his breath, he stepped away from the small, run-down shack,
careful not to make a noise. Dazed, he walked a few steps, then turned
his anger against those who had sparked it within him. Creating a giant
chi ball, he launched it at the shack, and it exploded in a towering
inferno of light and flame. When he was sure that the two disgusting
creatures within the shack had died, he launched himself into the air
and made his way back to Gero's lab.
Arasoi wa eien ni tzuzuku... (Fighting will continue forever...)
Nan oku no, tamashii negatte mo... (No matter how many hundreds of
millions of souls wish...)
Casually, taking her time about it, Number 18 flew over the mountains
and forests of the southern continent on her way home, thinking
intensely about her twin.
It had been two weeks since her brother had truly paid her any
attention, and Number 18 was beginning to become irritated with Number
17's distant, emotionless behavior of late. It seemed as though anytime
she entered the laboratory, he would ignore her, or find something more
time-consuming to occupy his concentration, such as work on the
gyro-op, or the computer's mainframe. He hardly spoke to her, and he
never ate dinner with her. His behavior was irrational, illogical -
obviously a product of the human half of their heritage.
She didn't understand it.
She flew in a circle, continuing to ponder what she knew.
Even more confusing was the way she sometimes caught Number 17 staring
at her. He'd turn away quickly, at such times, and refused to talk
about it, despite her probing. However, during those moments, for an
instant, she'd spy some sort of indecipherable thought flickering
behind his eyes. It was as if he wanted to convey something to her, but
just could or would not. Being his twin, she might have been able to
discover the truth, but Number 17 did not let her get that close
anymore.
It frustrated and angered her...
...and saddened her.
For some unspeakable reason, Number 18 actually found that she missed
the company of her twin. They had been together for many years, and he
was, she realized, the only real friend she had in the entire world; he
was the only one who truly understood her, and the lack of
communication between them recently was actually becoming quite painful
for her.
Sighing deeply, she realized that she had orbited the entrance to the
laboratory several times, and halted in mid-air to stared down at the
steel-gray doors which marked the entrance to her home. Suddenly, she
was indescribably loathe to enter her domicile. Overcome with a desire
to escape the solitude that she knew she would find inside its
cavernous walls, she plunged once more into the skies and headed out
over the land, desperately needing some sort of diversion.
After a few hours, a small city came into view below. It was one of
the very few still intact left on the planet, in all probability. She'd
have to rectify the matter immediately, it seemed. Maybe it would even
help to work off some of her irritation if she destroyed a few
buildings or killed a dozen or so humans.
As she touched down in the middle of the main street, she noted that
the entire place felt deserted. Articles of clothing and other items
lay strewn about, as if there had been a hasty, mass exodus from the
area. Perhaps the citizens had known she was coming and abandoned their
home for the hills? Not an uncommon occurrence when she came around.
She shrugged, and walked down the sidewalks, looking into stores, and
searching for some sort of prey.
It was mid-afternoon when she saw a flash of red out of the corner of
her eye. In a window of a small woman's clothier, a pretty red dress
adorned a mannequin, and Number 18 found herself drawn to it.
Kanashimi afureru manazashi ni... (In the gaze overflowing with
sadness...)
Toki no nagare wo utsusu... (The flow of time is reflected...)
It was full afternoon by the time she left the city, carrying a large
shopping bag in her arms, and it was early evening when she entered
Gero's underground lair. Taking her stash with her into her room, she
made her way to the private apartment's small shower stall, quickly
throwing off her overalls and sweater as she moved, and turned on the
water. The pumps processed clean, warm water through the
internally-contained system onto her, and she relished in washing the
day's dirt from her skin and hair. After several minutes, she turned
the water off and dried herself down with a fresh towel, then put on a
clean pair of undergarments.
She reached into the rumpled shopping bag and pulled out the lovely
red dress and red pumps that she had "acquired" on her trip, and
changed into them. Drying and brushing her short, straight, blonde hair
out, she thought, for not the first time, that the humans had had a few
good ideas in their time - two being the invention of regular bathing
and the importance of good hygiene. Perhaps they weren't all as stupid
as Gero's programming had led her to believe...She shrugged off the
thought, and continued preening herself. When she was finished, she
whirled around in front of the full-length mirror in her dimly-lit
room, and smiled.
Well, she certainly felt pretty, and that made her feel a little
better. She hadn't even needed to kill anyone either!
Now, if she could just get Number 17 to change into the clothes she
had brought for him, then she was sure that he might feel a little
better about himself too; maybe that would change his disposition for
the better.
Leaving her compartment, she made her way towards the lab to look for
her brother, but had to stop about half the way there. She wasn't used
to wearing heels, it seemed, for they began to hurt her feet. She
considered removing them, but decided against it. She'd probably only
wear this outfit once, and she wanted to enjoy it fully before she
discarded it.
She leapt into the air and continued on her way. Flying was much more
practical anyway.
Dare mo shirazu, dare mo mienai... (Nobody knows, nobody can see...)
Sadame no ito... (the threads of Destiny...)
She found Number 17 in Gero's library, sitting in their creator's
chair, reading a hardcovered book. She landed on a small table across
the room from him, wanting him to catch the entire effect of the
outfit, and smiled her best at him. "Did you miss me?" she asked in way
of getting his attention.
It worked. He furthered a glance up, and froze. For a second, that
strange look returned to his eyes as he took her in, but he replied
simply and curtly, with no emotion in his tone to give away his
thoughts.
"Of course."
Number 18 blinked in confusion. She had expected a little more than
just that from him, and was rather annoyed that she hadn't gotten it.
"That's all you have to say?" she asked tightly, trying to contain her
ire. In truth, she didn't know why she unconsciously sought her
brother's appreciative acknowledgment, but the fact that he hadn't
given it to her was vexing.
He nodded once, again tightly controlled in his response. "Yes."
She would have yelled then, if she hadn't noted that he still hadn't
returned to his book. The fact that he wasn't completely ignoring her,
nor had immediate plans to, was a small victory in her eyes. She
pressed on, wanting to keep him talking, hoping that the icy wall that
had grown between them over the last few weeks would thaw once more.
She smiled and jumped to the floor, landing effortlessly and
gracefully despite the heels. "You're not very eloquent," she lightly
teased, meaning to draw him further into conversation, and placed her
hands on her hips, arching her eyebrow at him, waiting for a reply.
Again, that something flickered behind his eyes as he watched at her,
but still, she could not read his musings.
"I don't need to be. Not with you."
Number 18 considered his words carefully.
They were twins, after all, so the desire to speak in flowery untruths
was never practiced between them. Lies were too obvious, and although
their programming didn't prevent such behavior, eloquence was merely
flattery in disguise, and neither felt motivated to play out its
pretense. No, he was right - he didn't need to be charming with her;
she understood what he meant all to well. He was trying to tell her, in
his own way, that he liked her dress.
She smiled. "No, I suppose not."
Walking towards him, she silently prayed that he'd somehow agree to
put that stupid book down and come have dinner with her tonight. Maybe
then they could go back to being the way that they always had been.
He watched her carefully as she crossed to him, saying nothing, his
gaze burning with an inward fire. For the first time, Number 18 felt a
strange stirring in the pit of her stomach, and she almost halted in
stride. Swallowing her sudden uneasiness, she stepped up next to him,
leaning over his shoulder, and looked down, pretending to be interested
in the volume he held in his hands. "So, what do you want to do
today?"
Number 17 closed the book suddenly and put it on the desk in front of
him. He looked up at her, his gaze intent and serious, and seemed to
ponder his response. It was a simple question, asked in a light tone,
but the answer was returned darkly, softly, and laced with meaning.
"I want to kiss you."
Hageshiku moeru omoi toozakete... (Pushing away fiercely burning
desires...)
She shrugged and smiled, happy that he wanted to breach the gap
between them finally, and turned her face. "Ok, go ahead." His warm
breath touched her skin at the collarbone lightly as he exhaled,
creating a slight shiver up her back. There was a pause of a few
heartbeats, then he shook his head from side to side. As he did so, his
earrings tinkled silvery and clear in the silent room.
"Not on the cheek."
The meaning dawned on her suddenly, and she blinked, then drew away,
staring down at him in surprise. His hungry gaze spoke volumes, finally
revealing the whole truth, and this time, he let her see it all; it
scorched her with its intensity.
"Ah," she breathed, finally understanding, suppressing a strange
fluttering inside her belly. "Well, are you sure...it's alright?" His
desperate, needful gaze intensified, becoming almost painful to look
at. Still, he maintained a calm steadiness to his voice.
"Of course."
Again, their eyes caught, and neither seemed able to pull away
immediately this time. Number 18 felt her heart leap and begin beating
faster, and she tried to regulate her breathing to be even, but found
it increasingly difficult. A new, exotic feeling enveloped her then,
and began to create scenarios within her mind.
Despite knowing all of the facets about mating rituals and
reproduction, #18 was still very innocent in ways of sexual relations
between two beings. Her knowledge was clinical, non-emotional, lacking
experience. She had never educated herself in those ways personally,
and being a Cyborg, had resigned herself to the fate that, in all
probability, she never would. However, what she was feeling in that
moment transcended her intellect, entered a realm she had avoided
becoming acquainted with, and her curiosity suddenly became piqued.
"Alright then," she nodded, unsure of where the next step would take
her, but excited to find out. "I want to try too."
Number 17 reached for her, pulling her into his lap quickly, and
snuggled her close to his body. She rested a hand upon his strong
shoulder, gazing into the depths of his crystal, blue eyes and felt
herself quickly, inexplicably lost within them. His fingers gently
fondled her freshly-washed hair, wandering down the curve of her neck,
and back up, creating chills within her, forcing her heart to pound
loudly in her ears. He seemed amazed by his bold actions, mesmerized by
what he was experiencing, content to merely touch her as he had never
done before.
Having little patience, and feeling the unbearable wait grow longer as
he continued his delicious ministrations, Number 18 decided to put an
end to it. She leaned down and touched her lips to his.
Atari mae dakedo wakatte ite hoshii... (Although it's natural, I want
you to understand...)
Electricity seemed to move through them, meeting where they joined,
and they both whimpered in response as a floodgate of feeling poured
first through one and then into the other. The human nature within them
awoke in a blinding, startling flash, consuming them. Number 17's arms
tightened about his twin's body, and she was pressed even closer to
him, feeling the evidence of his excitement clearly against her thigh.
For long moments, they tasted each other, their tongues darting into
each other's mouths, tickling and enticing.
Finally, Number 18 pushed away slightly, breaking the profound moment,
and leaned her forehead against his, her body quivering within his
embrace, her very being quaking in fear and need. Both of them panted
heavily, shaking all over, and their hearts were loud even to the
other's keen hearing, she knew. "What...do we do now?"
"We kiss some more," he replied softly, yet with a fierce intensity.
Tightening his grip on her, afraid that she would flee from him at any
moment, he held her to him. Verily, Number 18 felt as though she wanted
to run, to hide from the force of the feelings which rushed through
her. Number 17's kiss had been both immense pleasure and pain, achingly
sweet and sour like fresh lemons with sugar. It was only because she
trusted him so much that she checked the impulse to escape, afraid of
what such an action might do to their relationship.
Her voice worked without her even realizing it. "And...then?"
Her twin sighed, regaining some control of himself. He pushed her face
away, and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "We'll
do whatever you want to do, and nothing more," he promised, his eyes
conveying the unspoken fact that should she not want this, he would put
aside his body's demanding need and forget about it.
He was giving her an out, a chance to forget about the whole thing if
she wished it. Number 18 understood then that no matter how difficult
it might be for him, she was sure that Number 17 would respect her
wishes.
"Will you stop if I ask you to?"
It was her way of letting him know that she wanted this as much as he
did without having to come right out and say it. The answer was
irrelevant, because she knew what it would be even before he spoke it.
Number 17 smiled.
"Of course."
Pressing her face into his neck, hiding the embarrassing blush that
she felt creep into her cheeks, she whispered her wishes into his ear.
"Then I want you to touch me again."
She felt his relieved, shuddering sigh and leaned into him.
Dutifully obeying her words, Number 17's fingers slid in between her
hair, feeling its silkiness again, then traced feather-light over her
neck, following the curve down her shoulder and her left arm. When
their hands met, she did not move, but simply enjoyed watching how
tenderly he brushed his fingers against her opened palm, and then up
and down the length of her own fingers. Such a small, heedless motion,
and yet, watching it brought her immense enjoyment.
His fingers continued their trail across her body, running back up her
arm to her shoulder, then starting downward over her breasts. A moan
escaped her as he stroked her left nipple in a soft, circular motion,
and she turned her face into him again, incredibly mortified by her
vocal reaction. She felt his smile, and mentally cursed him for
relishing in her responses. When his hand turned its attention to her
other breast, she couldn't stop the audible gasp that she let out, and
bit down on her lower lip, clutching to him with both hands now. Her
head was beginning to swim, and she squeezed her eyelids tightly shut.
For long moments he continued to touch her, then finally, he gave her
a reprieve as he moved his hand away from her chest. However, the
deferment was short lived, as his fingers began trailing further
downward to her waist, then to the side of her hip, and over the tops
of her thighs. He tickled her knees, then began bunching up the hem of
the red dress upwards past that point, and touched the actual flesh of
her smooth legs.
Number 18 felt as though her entire being was humming, and she knew
that she wasn't alone in such a reaction. Number 17's entire body was
tight and rigid against her, throbbing with desire. She moved away from
her twin gently, until they looked each other in the eye, noting that
he was breathing as heavily as she, and that his own cheeks were tinged
with scarlet, but it was his beautiful blue eyes which held her
attention. They were so sincere, so filled with devotion and desire.
"We can stop, if you want to," he offered raggedly, his voice barely a
whisper.
For the space of ten heartbeats, she stared at him, trying to decide
just how far she wanted this scenario to go.
Kono te o hanaseba mou... (If I let go of your hand...)
Anata ni todokanai no... (I will never hold it again...)
Korae kirenaku naru omoi ni... (I'll bravely closed my eyes
against...)
Kitsuku hitomi tojita... (emotions that are overwhelming me...)
She came to a decision quickly, and boldly followed her heart's
desire.
Pressing her lips to his again, they kissed long and slowly, savoring
each sweet taste. Their tongues met, then moved away, then clashed
again. Quickly their movements grew impassioned once more, and it
wasn't until she felt his teeth graze upon the side of her neck,
against the spot where her pulse beat fastest, that Number 18 realized
the depth of his raw, sexual hunger.
His fingers fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on the front of her
dress, until finally, in frustration, he began tearing them open.
Number 18 turned in his arms, facing him head on, one leg on either
side of him, and sat with her entire body pressed against his. He
moaned when she rubbed against him innocently, and then her dress
sipped down to her waist, and they both lost control.
Seventeen's mouth continued to assault her flesh, and his hands
gripped her tightly so that she couldn't escape. He moved his mouth
downward, and she arched her back as he nuzzled against her covered
breasts. He pushed down the straps of her bra, and she helped him
remove the garment entirely from her frame. It fell to the floor,
already forgotten - the first article of her clothing to be lost that
night.
His lips found her exposed nipples and began suckling on them, nipping
and licking until Number 18 was moaning and writhing in his grasp. His
palm rubbed against one softly as he turned his attention to the other.
Ducking his head, he kissed her belly, her neck, her collarbone, and
back to her chest, and everywhere he touched with his mouth or hands
burned her, ignited the desperation that welled up within.
Her own hands untied the red scarf from around his neck, dropping it
to the floor beside her bra, then found the bottom of his shirt, and
pulled it up and over his head. Underneath, he wore a long-sleeved
white shirt, which she quickly removed as well. Finally his chest was
bare, like hers, and she pressed her flesh against his, wanting to feel
the differences between them.
Both of them gasp at the pleasure such intimate contact created.
Towa no inochi dakishimeru... (Embrace eternal life...)
His warm chest was well-muscled, as were his arms and shoulders, and
Eighteen could feel how well-proportioned he was to his frame. His
rough skin was such a contrast to her own, and she pressed herself
close to him, relishing in the feel of his warm skin. They were so
alike in so many ways...and yet, so very completely different in
others.
Seventeen stood then, grasping her to him so that she didn't fall, and
pulled his mouth from hers once more. Her dress fell in a puddle at her
feet, forgotten, and the red high-heeled pumps landed nearby. There was
no need to speak; his eyes told her his thoughts - he was still willing
to stop all of this if she wanted him to. All she'd have to do was to
say the words. She didn't respond, merely clung to him, letting her own
desire speak for her. It was enough.
She felt herself lifted into his arms, then the air whizzed past her
quickly, coldly, as her twin flew through the labyrinth maze of
corridors towards his own sleeping apartment. Eighteen huddled to him,
wrapping her arms about his neck, drinking in his natural heat and
inhaling the intoxicating, musky scent of his skin, her mind awhirl
with imaginings.
Finally, they arrived, and the door to his room slid open
effortlessly, closing once more behind them. She felt herself lowered
to her feet gently, and looked around. The place was as spartan as it
had always been, and just as chilly. Number 17 preferred it that way,
she knew - much to her dismay. At least her room had a closet full of
diversified, exotic clothes and accessories...
Number 17 drew her attention back easily, pulling her to him once
more, holding her tightly. For long minutes, they simply held each
other, and it felt to her as if this, above all else, was what he
needed the most in all the world - just to hold her to him. The
proverbial butterflies returned to her stomach soon, though, and once
more, Eighteen felt her impatience grow until it reached almost a
frenzied stage. She was unsure of exactly what to do next. Seventeen
took the worry away, however, when he began touching and kissing her
again, stoking back up her passion and taking it even beyond that of
what it had been earlier. He grasped her hips roughly, and pulled her
against his rigid member, letting her feel his excitement. It added to
her own, and when his fingers finally hooked into her panties and
pulled them from her body, she wasn't hesitant to help him.
When she stood fully naked before him, he stepped back and drank in
the sight of her, his eyes telling her how beautiful and erotically
appealing he found her. She blushed again, and turned away, but his
fingers under her chin forced her to look him in the eye.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered, his free hand holding onto one of
hers, his thumb stroking the sensitive spot between her thumb and
forefinger in long, easy movements. For some strange reason, touching
that spot caused her to shiver all over, partly in excitement, partly
in anticipation.
She knew then that there was definitely no going back.
Hakanaku kieru ai wo oi-kakete... (Follow the love that vanished
without making a sound...)
Toki no sekai wo samayou... (Wandering through the world of time...)
Seventeen guided her hands to his belt, and she helped him remove it.
It dropped to the ground with a clang, but neither paid it much
attention. Grabbing hold of her elbows as she placed her hands on
either side of his chest again, he began backing her towards his bed,
holding her eyes with his own. Eighteen felt a moment of panic as the
backs of her calves touched the edge of his comforter, but her fears
were quickly allied when he began kissing her all over again, sweetly,
delicately.
Over and over, he murmured her name, as if he were chanting some sort
of secret mantra only for her, placing a kiss on a different part of
her body with each spoken word. Without resistance, he seated her on
the bed, and, placing one hand on either side of her body, and leaned
forward, urging her onto her back. She complied silently, her breathing
labored, her hands still a little shaky as they touched him. He kissed
her thoroughly, rubbing a knee gently against her most sensitive part
between her legs in a deceptively erotic, rocking motion. She strained
against him, wanting... needing... something more, and moaned to let
him know it. His hands roamed her body patiently, though, and then his
mouth followed that path down her chest, over her bellybutton, and
finally, he knelt between her legs.
Eighteen froze, suddenly, inexplicably terrified. She tried to clamp
her knees shut, but he wouldn't allow it; he placed himself firmly
in-between them and didn't budge as they closed in around him. He
kissed her thighs, coaxing her into letting go slowly, as his fingers
found and began to stroke her wetness. Within seconds, her terror
abated, replaced by an urgent, pulsating pressure, which started in the
center of her abdomen and moved downward, taking a hold of her
viciously. She gripped the blanket that surrounded her and gasped
loudly as first one finger, then two entered her and began moving in
and out in a rhythmic fashion. Something intense began to build within,
and Eighteen cried out her twin's name, begging for him to help her
find her release.
Again, she felt his smile. "Soon..." he promised, and then his tongue
was there as well, darting inside her body, tickling and tantalizing,
seducing her so thoroughly that she thought she might die. "Oh,
please..." she moaned, unable to control her body's natural reactions.
Her hips thrust upwards as he pushed inwards, and everything began to
ignite within her, ready to burst over.
Suddenly, without warning, his fingers and mouth were gone. Eighteen
opened her eyes, surprised and upset, only to feel her stomach become
queasy all over again at the sight before her: Seventeen was removing
the last of his clothing, tearing at it, and his eyes burned so hot
that they, more than anything else, frightened her the most. What she
saw within their depths wasn't just some small desire - it was a
blatant, untamable lust. She began scooting away out of instinct, but
before she could get too far, he was upon her. He grabbed her ankles
and pulled her back to him, forcing her to kneel upright on the bed,
facing him. Their knees touched, as did almost every part of their
bodies, and she shied away from his stiff, hard erection, which pressed
against her belly, suddenly very afraid of what was about to happen
between them.
"Just tell me to stop," he reminded her in a voice that was far too
gentle for his fierce countenance, while lightly holding onto her
wrists. He was giving her the last out, she knew, and for some odd
reason, she wasn't taking him up on it. Part of her very much didn't
want it to stop, in truth, while the other half of her screamed to get
away as fast as she could. She was confused, and curious, and excited,
and afraid.
For the first time in her life, Eighteen was at a loss as to what to
say and do.
Kotoba ni dekinai hodo... (I can't even speak...)
Kokoro ga sakebu keredo... (though my heart cries out...)
Seventeen released her, starting to move away. The cold rushed into
the space he had so recently occupied, chilling Eighteen all over. She
rubbed her hands against her upper arms in a very human gesture.
"You're frightened of me," he said simply, and she heard the touch of
disappointment in his tone, even as he moved towards the end of the
bed, as far away from her as he could get and still be sitting. "I
don't want you to be," he sighed, and began to stand.
Rationally, Eighteen knew that if she let him go now, she might never
have this chance again, for surely, he would distance himself once more
from her when all was said and done, and they'd end up back where they
started. That thought left her almost physically ill. More than
anything else, she understood that they both needed each other - in
this way and in every way. There really wasn't any choice.
She reached out and grabbed his hand, halting him before he could take
a step. "I don't want you to stop," she whispered, her mouth suddenly
dry.
He looked into her eyes.
"You're sure?"
It was her turn to smile.
"Of course."
Damatte kabau you ni... (In a quiet, protective way...)
Yasashiku tsutsunda yubi... (you gently wrap your hands around
mine...)
He returned to the bed, and gently pushed her onto her back once more.
Straightening them both out, he lay on top of her, and when their naked
skin connected, he groaned, loving the feel. "Don't stop," she pleaded,
touching his face and staring him directly in the eye. He nodded,
swallowing at the same time, then leaned his lips against her ear. "I
won't," he promised in a whisper.
They began kissing again, and this time, her hands boldly roamed over
him just as his had done earlier to her. When she stroked his shaft in
her hand softly, he, in turn, buried his fingers back into her body.
Together, they brought each other to the edge quickly, and she climaxed
finally, crying out his name. It was with great effort that he managed
to control himself so as not to follow her, she could tell.
Within minutes, he had her writhing once more, and they both knew that
it was time. Leaning over her, Seventeen grasped her hips, and nudged
his way between her legs. Pressing a kiss to her bruised lips, he urged
himself forward and into her wet warmth slowly, moving fractions of
inches at a time. At first, she gasped at his intrusion, but quickly
stretched to accommodate him, and when he reached the barrier of her
virginity, he pulled back, pushed forward again lightly, and pulled
back once more. Then, burying his face into her fragrant hair, he
surged forward roughly, breaking through. Eighteen cried out, and her
fingernails bit into his shoulders, and for several seconds, neither of
them moved, giving them both time to adjust.
When Seventeen gently began rhythmically moving in and out of her
body, Eighteen began to relax, and then, the desire returned full
force.
He moved in and out of her over and over again, praying that he could
hold out long enough. She was so soft, so warm, and her body naturally
pulled him in, driving him closer to his own release with each thrust.
He wanted to do all of the things he had seen the human couple do that
night - all those weeks ago - but with her moans and gasps, combined
with the exquisite feel of her yielding, moist flesh surrounding him,
it was a very difficult feat to accomplish. He plunged over and over
into that feeling, never wanting it to end. His heart beat frantically,
matching hers, and his breathing grew shallow, but he held out.
Beneath him, Eighteen arched her back, pushing against him with an
equal fervor and strength. Her hands gripped his shoulders first, then
his hips, urging him on. Faster...harder... He bit the inside of his
cheek to keep from climaxing right then, and was rewarded with her
shout of pleasure as she came once more.
When the pressure decreased, and the tide rolled over her, he forced
himself to move from within her, and turned her on her side. By now, he
was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and yet still, he was determined
not to spoil this chance. There was still so much he wanted to do... He
lifted her leg and slid into her while they lay on their sides.
Wrapping his left arm under her head, he grabbed her hip with his right
and began moving into her wet warmth once more. She moaned, and began
pushing with him, and very quickly, a new desire surfaced within both
of them.
She did something then that startled him. Grabbing a hold of his arm,
she rolled onto her back, forcing him to lay on top of her, then pushed
her hips up, and him along with her. When he kneeled fully behind her,
she pushed against him, moaning and circling her hips. He grabbed a
hold of her, excited by her bold move, and pushed inside...
...and almost lost it right there.
He had to stop, and for several seconds, he forced his thoughts on
other, less exciting things, trying to calm himself. In this position,
she was so tight, and consciously he knew that he had could dominate
all of their movements. It felt too good. He moved within her again for
a few more seconds, and then she pushed against him again, grinding her
hips to his, and he began losing control. With sweat sheening across
his face and body, he obeyed her wishes and did as she bade him,
holding back for her as she brought herself to orgasm once again.
Feeling the sudden flood of wetness wash over his member snapped the
last of his discipline.
Turning her onto her back once more, he grabbed her and thrust himself
inside, pushing with every ounce of strength he had. Mindless of what
he was doing, he was aware of only her voice, her scent, and the feel
of his body moving with hers. Within seconds, he had reached his
limit.
Ni-do onaji yume o mirenai... (I know we can never share the...)
Wakatte iru kedo... (same dreams again, but...)
Kono mama toki o tometetai... (I wish I could stop time like this...)
"Please..." he begged her, straining to grasp the most phenomenal,
most wondrous feeling of his entire life. A few more plunges, and he
suddenly heard her cry out beneath him, felt her body tighten, drawing
him deeper into her, and it was then that he let himself go. A final
thrust and he felt the rush pour out of him, and into her, filling her
hot body as he grabbed her hips tightly to him. His shout of release
echoed off of the tall ceiling in the room, and left his throat raw
with its passing.
When the storm passed, he collapsed on top of his twin, unable to
move, drained entirely, exhausted beyond anything he had ever known
before, and completely sated. Later, he remembered only feeling her
fingers thread through his sweaty brow, and her deep, sexy voice
whisper to him before the darkness had come and took him away.
"I love you..."
"Itsu ka wa aeru" to... ("We'll meet again someday,"...)
His twin's death, on the afternoon of a hot August day, in the year,
had forever killed something inside of Number 17...
Yume ja nai... (It's not a dream...)
When the light had finally flickered out of Eighteen's eyes, and her
body lay limp within his arms, the truth had dawned upon him - his
angel had been taken from him, and with her departure, he knew,
followed the only light of his salvation...
Hanasanai...(Don't let go...)
A few days later, in the dawn of a new day, after the boy had placed
the last bit of dirt upon his twin's grave, he knelt in the dew-covered
grass by its side and wept for the first time in his life...
Nukumori no naka amaesasete ite... (Please let me stay close to
you...)
When he returned to Gero's lab that afternoon, the cold, emotionless
creature known as the Cyborg Number Seventeen had truly been born...
Ate no nai tabi wa tsuzuku... (The aimless journey continues...)
Haruka toki no kanata e... (Towards the other end of time...)
TO BE CONTINUED...
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
"Moment" and "Saigo no Yakusoku" ("Final Promise") are from the
Marmalade Boy Vol. 3 Vocal Album soundtrack, copyright Apollon Inc.,
Tokyo, Japan, 1994.
"Miyu no Teema" ("Miyu's Theme") image song is from the Kyuuketsuki
Miyu (Vampire Princess Miyu) soundtrack, copyright 1988. Composed &
Arranged by Kawai Kenji, Lyricized by Yoshiba Moe, and Sung by Watanabe
Namiko.
"Ame Ga Mika Tzuzu Kuto" ("It Rains For Three Days") is from The
Hakkenden: Legend of the Eight Dog Warriors soundtrack, copyright 1995.
Composed by Yamakiwa Tsuki, Arranged by The TOPS, Lyricized by Yamakiwa
Yoshiko, and Sung by The TOPS.
Dragonball Z is the copyright of Akira Toriyama/Bird Studios/Toei
Animation/Sueisha, and the copyright, 1996-97 of FUNmation/Saban
Entertainment, all rights reserved.
Many thanks to Rika Takahashi & Mark Neidengard (on the CLAMP Mailing
List) for the song translations!
All other characters and situations are the property of this author,
Jennifer L. Mondazzi, copyright 1997-1998. **In accordance with
domestic and international copyright law, you may not reproduce this
work, or any portion thereof, without the express written permission
from this author.**