Question: What is an emotionally unstable teen capable of?
Answer: Anything.
Never doubt the power of Ho'ji....
Warning: Depression, murderous tendencies, and egg omelets. Oh yeah, and yaoi sex. But you knew that already, didn't you?
At least one question raised in Parts 5+6 will be answered today...
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He had accepted the reality of his being bonded. It seemed unmistakable. //Even Juunanagou senses it vaguely, I can tell. I remember his concern that I not fear him. That I'm comfortable. Not hurt. And he tries not to force himself on me, rather he tries to seduce . . .// Now that Gohan acknowledged his condition, it was driving him mad. If he tried to stop thinking about that insufferable Jinzinogen, a vast emty space would replace his insides. He still resisted the bond, though. There had to be a way to break it. //I can fight it. I know I can! Only saiyajins bond for life. I'm only half-saiyajin. I can beat this!// All he needed was something else to focus on. Something he could transfer his unfortunate passions to . . .

Koji's hands were wrapped tightly around Gohan's body, in the pretense of holding on as the haifsaiya-jin flew through the air. One would have expected, given the sheer strength of the hold, that Koji had his eyes clenched shut in fear. Instead, the golden gaze remained open, roaming over a very detailed view of the curve of Gohan's neck. Koji inhaled the smell of the warm skin, surreptitiously feeling up the hard abs of his ride with innocous hands. Damn but he could feel every . . . single . . . inch of him, pressed so intimately against his entire front. A back which seemed to be made entirely of rippling, corded muscle -- so unlike Juunana --in unbearably close contact with his sensitive nipples. And -- and he was also nestled against a most perfect pair of buttocks . . .

Koji pressed his lips into a thin, pink line. //Control, control, control. This is NOT the time to make your move. Not in midair, anyways. Fantasize about it later, Koji. Ah . . . Kame! Think cold showers. Baseball. Earthworm dissection. Dad in a G-string. There we go . . .// Koji relaxed slightly as his clothing began feeling a bit looser. //Hope he didn't feel that//

"We're here."

"Hmm?" Koji murmured, face buried into the back of Gohan's neck. (Hey, he was just trying not to look down, nothing more to read into it) [heh]

"Koji, we're here."

"Oh." Koji didn't budge.

Gohan paused, as if waiting for something. The half saiya-jin did look rather strange standing bolt upright, both feet planted firmly on the ground, with what seemed to be a human barnacle clinging stalwartly to his back. Smooth legs were wrapped stubbornly around his waist, and arms were draped around his neck like a very heavy and oddly shaped scarf. Gohan cleared his throat politely, "You can get off now."

"But" //I feel sooooo comfortable// ". . . alright," Koji managed not to grumble, and climbed off of his handsome ride with more than a little reluctance. However, the salacious little human made certain to slide down Gohan's back slowly, feeling every last curve. //oooh baby . . .// As soon as he was down, Gohan moved several paces away -- for no apparant reason. The taller man reached out and yanked his front door open in a jerky motion. His hands were trembling slightly.

"W-won't you come in?" Gohan mumbled.

//Well, I've got him nervous. That's a start,// Koji mused, gazing at Gohan with a half-lidded expression. He walked in smoothly, confidently, sure that he was safe with this one (unlike Juunana, who always carried an edge of menace--which Koji found rather sexy in fact . . .) His hands, which were held "harmlessly" at his sides, accidentally brushed Gohan in a delicate spot, as Koji strode through the doorway.

"Could you give me a tour, Gohan?" Koji murmured in a voice which bordered recklessly on purring.

"Oh, s-sure." Gohan led the way. As they walked, and Gohan called out the names of the rooms mechanically, his real attention retreated deep inside his brain. //Is Koji coming on to me?// Gohan wondered, then immediately dismissed the idea. //No. He hasn't said a thing, and besides, something clearly upset him back at the tree, so he's probably not himself yet.// "And here is your bedroom," Gohan said, gesturing towards his own room. He didn't want anyone other than himself in his parents' room. It had become rather sacred, a place where he could go to pretend he was still a boy, waiting for his mother to call him for supper and his father to come home.

"Whose room was this, originally?" Koji asked, taking in the battered school books in the corner, and an old hat amid piles of pencils.

"Mine." Gohan had been sleeping in his old room, but he felt that he could give it up to his new roomate. After all, Koji wouldn't be staying indefinitely.

"Where will you sleep, then?" Koji wondered, not at all innocently.

"My parents' room."

"You mean the master bedroom?"

"Yeah." Gohan thought a moment. //How to be the proper host...// "Would you like something to eat?" he asked with what he hoped to be a bright and engaging smile.

//I'm not hungry...// Koji thought, remembering with a sickening lurch just what had upset him earlier. But he replied, "Sure."

"Juunana, what are you thinking?" Juuhachigou wondered.

"Nothing," he mumbled in a humdrum sort of voice.

"You look depressed."

"I am NOT depressed!"

"Okay, you're not depressed."

"Damn right!"

"Where's Koji?" she asked, to change the subject.

"...."

"Juunana?"

Muttering.

"Juunana, I can't understand what you're saying. Speak up."

"I let him go."

"NANI?!" Juuhachi gasped, a great deal more affected than she should have been, "Why?"

"I felt like it," Juunana said defiantly, "And besides, what do you care?"

"I don't."

"Good."

//I can't believe it! The baka actually let him slip away.// Juuhachi fumed. She remembered the first time she'd seen Koji, dead-still on the ground. The boy had been beautiful then, untouched and innocent, despite the scrapes and cuts. She'd wanted to preserve that beauty forever, by destroying it, making it hers. Hers forever, hers alone. But her idiot brother, always the crude one, claimed the boy first. She'd urged him to destroy the creature, so that no one would ever touch what she wanted. Juunana, always obstinate, had refused. And Juuhachi, well Juuhachi couldn't very well keep the numbness of feelings she'd worked so hard to obtain if she protested. Then she'd have to care, have to feel. She couldn't do that. It was an impossibility, both for her programming and for her mental stability. And deep down inside, she knew that if she allowed her own heart to start beating again, something would snap in her programming, and she would lose herself in a torrent of guilt and fear. Losing control was frightening, like time. You could always go one way, on and on and on, but you could never go back.

Only one thought remain after she'd pushed all the unwanted ones away. She must get out of here. Juuhachi desperately needed to be away. From her brother, from the world, and most of all, from herself and her hazardous thoughts.

"Bye, little brother."

"Where are you going?" Juunana called after her as she took to the sky.

"Somewhere!" she called out, spiraling into the clouds.

Gohan puttered around the kitchen, an apron half-tied to his waist, getting things ready so he could fry eggs and make an omelet. Koji sat at the table and watched his host bending over to grab a frying pan from a low cabinet. The fifteen-year old smirked. Gohan's pants pulled tight when he bent over, sharply defining his rear for Koji's viewing pleasure. //Niiiice,// he thought. //I'll have him in bed before this day is through// He promised himself fervently. [A/N: Never doubt the sluttiness of Ho'ji] With that encouraging thought, Koji decided to make the first move.

He walked up behind an unsuspecting Gohan, who was facing the stove, frying eggs. Slyly, he laid a hand on Gohan's left shoulder, while leaning forward to look at him from the right. Gohan turned to look at Koji, and the moment seemed to take forever. Their eyes met [always wanted to write that] as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Koji felt his will slipping farther and farther down into unclaimed dark depths, as Gohan was surrounded by a sea of molten gold. Whatever Koji had planned to say was lost as his mouth went completely dry. The sunlight was shining through the window, glancing off of the smooth planes of Gohan's face, casting flitting black shadow-butterflies in recesses of Gohan's face and graceful neck. He felt frozen in time, he felt as if he were outside of himself, watching Gohan from all different angles of the universe. The taller teen was beautiful, a finely sculpted piece of art, yet alive in ways he would not have thought possible. Gohan was a panther, muscled like a large cat, liquid smooth and powerful. Eyes and hair filled with one with lurid images of a shadow walking under a black moon... If Juunana was a maelstrom of sensuality, then Gohan was the warm cave one could take refuge in, knowing that the god living within would make sure no harm befell.

Gohan felt stunned. He looked into Koji's eyes, tranfixed by the hypnotic way the flecks and waves of gold swirled around the dilated pupils. He remembered how hopeless he'd felt the first time he'd seen the blond. With something so delicate and pretty, it was a wonder that Juunana even bothered with Gohan. Koji was, quite simply, unearthly. Everything about him was deep, rich, sultry gold . . . Something within him tried to reach out and slap his brain out of its daze, but something else stopped it. Instead, Gohan was suffused with an insidious compulsion to lean a little closer to Koji's half-open mouth. Koji didn't need any more incentive. The younger teen, leaned up with uncharcteristic ferocity and attached his lips to Gohan's unresisting ones. A pair of arms smoothly wound their way around Gohan's neck before he fully grasped what was happening, and pulled him closer. Gohan's hand released the handle of the forgotten frying pan, and wrapped around Koji's waist. //What's happening to me?// Gohan wondered, bemused. Koji's hand wandered inevitably for Gohan's backside and squeezed skillfully. //Whatever it is, I think I like it.// Gohan thought. Sobriety had an annoying way of returning though, and soon Gohan --even as he tentively licked corner of Koji's mouth -- was wondering, //What about Juunana?// His bond was loudly accusing him of cheating. //Perhaps I am cheating.// Gohan thought. //Good. The bastard deserves it.// And then he reached around for Koji's enticing little rear.

With a deft, business-like motion, Koji reached over and turned off the stove without pausing his snog session with Gohan. Gohan, for his part, led Koji in his room by the hand. Quite insistently.

Koji hadn't expected his saviour to be quite so, eager, but who was he to question good fortune? Maybe he was getting better at the seduction game. Boldly, he reached out and lightly caressed Gohan's face, causing him to turn to look at him with a questioning glance. At which Koji smiled, inclining his head to nibble on Gohan's throat. The half-saiyajin groaned and twisted his head aside, baring his neck to the attentions of the teen with the evil sparkle in his eyes.

Somehow, they made it to the bed, shedding cumbersome clothing as they went. Finally, Gohan laid a tenuous hold on the waistband of Koji's underwear. In an infinitely gentle voice, he asked, ignoring the fierce need which possessed him, "May I?"

Koji snorted derisively, "Of course, silly." This would have shocked Gohan under any other circumstances, but given his odd mood, it was simply acceptance. And that was all he'd been waiting for.

He pulled the fabric down, forcing himself to do it slowly, taking his time to feel the smoothness of Koji's perky little ass. He kneeled, rubbing his cheek against Koji's arousal, eliciting a sharp moan. The golden-haired boy gasped when Gohan licked him, thrust his hips involuntarily.

"Ohhhhh," //I can DEFINITELY see why Juunana enjoys Gohan// Not only could he see, the very sight of this dark-haired, gentle god administering to him made him feel deliciously wanton. Forget seeing. Feeling that hot, wet tongue was driving him absolutely wild. Abruptly, that amzing mouth was removed. Koji whimpered for more, eyes closed. Then he realized that Gohan was talking.

"If I want to get any, I should probably stop now, shouldn't I?"

Koji was so stunned that he momentarily forgot how close he was. This big, beautiful, dark-haired god wanted him to do the taking? Juu had never allowed him to do what Gohan was asking now. For the first time in his life, Koji growled. It was low, deep, and primal. Gohan looked vaguely nervous as Koji lunged for him and managed to haul him on to the bed. Whereupon the slight teen ravaged him. Koji leaned close, and whispered hoarsely in Gohan's ear.

"Where?"

Gohan gasped as he felt a hot tongue circling his ear and sharp teeth nibbling. "Uh-on the be-bed table," he managed to choke out. Within 3.5 seconds, Koji had reached over, and grabbed the lubricant (the same one Juu had given Gohan). Smearing it quickly on all the right places, the teen grinned ferociously.

"Spread your legs, sugar."