Siara's Note:

After an extended break, I only write two pages. Half what I usually put for these installments. But this just had to be ended here. Total sap of course. The entire thing is the sappiest thing I've ever written and I should be ashamed except at the moment I'm feeling too fuzzy wuzzy and thinking, "Awwwww... They're so cute!" The big question will be answered in this part. Who gets Juu?
Of course that could change in the sequel which I may or may not write. The Pet is not done yet though. *assumes a deep and forboding voice* You'll know when the end is near when Juuhachi takes a major role...

Love,
Siara (who really wishes more people would e-mail her about The Pet so she feels the love, or the annoyance)

*--* are Juunana's thoughts that Gohan hears.

"I remember . . . fucking you . . . like it was . . . yesterday." Juunana drove deeper into his counterpart, hands roaming wildly over Koji's chest and stomach, mouth doing nice things to the blonde's warm shoulder.

"Uhnnn," Koji said.

"It WAS yesterday wasn't it."

Koji moaned.

But I wasn't . . . enough for you was I?"

"ooohhh"

"No, you had to go and screw around with Gohan too!" Juunanagou's teeth found a hold in the fleshy bit connecting Koji's neck to his shoulder. The blonde screamed in a mixture of pain and exctasy and pushed back against Juunana's thrusts begging for more to push him over the edge. Juunana licked the tiny droplet of blood forming on Koji's neck, tasted the juice of the little human's life. It was delicious, incredible, diluted slightly with the blonde's sweat, filling his mind and his nostrils in the ghost of an enticing aroma. And something was missing. Juunana raised his eyes, electric and desperate, to locked with a vision of darkly inviting beauty. He thrust faster and harder into his human vessel, staring into the black, indecipherable eyes with something akin to pleading.

//Why is he looking at me like that?// Gohan wondered, //He seems almost lost--// And then he was hit in the stomach with a sharp, keening spiral of despair, courtesy of the damnable psychic link he had formed. Something else came through as well. The words, "I need you." Simple, yet filled with complexities.

Gohan's mouth parted from the lust he could feel emanating from the cybernetic being, all being forced into the intenseness of the stare that connected them as Juunana drove deeper and deeper into Koji, who may as well not have been there. Juunana seemed to be ravishing Gohan with his eyes, and the halfbreed could feel it all over his body. He was going to come, or die, or explode, or cry. He did none of those things. He remained motionless, trapped in that sinfully, ravenously hungry gaze.

Koji came with a whimper, but Juunana didn't even acknowledge it with a change of pace. He continued a bit longer, all the while burning a hole into Gohan's mind with his eyes. Then he came without a change of expression except to close his eyes for very briefest of seconds. He made no sound, but his mind screamed it. And Gohan heard him.

*Gohan!* It was so loud, so raw, so hoarse and bleeding and full of something too joyous to be pain. Yet it was too twisted to quite be called love.

"Damnit! Where IS that boy?!" Juuhachi yelled at no one in particular as she flew through the air, scanning for the first human she had ever deemed delectable. She cursed and raved a bit, then calmed down and kept looking. She was incredibly glad that her brother wasn't around to see her lose her cool, indeed she wondered why she had in the first place. Shaking her head, she smiled. When she found the boy she would lose more than her cool. He should be honored really. She was a virgin.

Juunanagou dropped the comatose Koji to the floor like a sack of bricks. The blonde really had no stamina. Ah well, he was young, and human after all. Besides, there was more comely prey to be had. Seating himself beside Gohan, thigh pressed intimately against thigh, Juunana graced his face with a half smile, running his fingers through Gohan's hair, finding a lump of stickiness and quickly tossing that out. [*giggles*] Gohan turned and looked searchingly at Juunana's face. The half-sayain teen's mouth was still slightly open, encouraging Juunana to cup Gohan's face gently and run his thumb over the generously soft lower lip. Which he did. Gohan said nothing.

Juunana couldn't help kissing him tenderly, taking the fleshiness of that sweet lip between his teeth. So he did. Gohan closed his eyes and said nothing. Juunanagou slid them both down onto the bed, lying on top of Gohan, one thigh between his legs. The younger teen's eyes slowly fluttered open, gazing quietly up at him, no smile, yet no frown. Juunana felt the swell against his thigh and puzzled as to why Gohan seemed so emotionless when other parts of his anatomy were clearly throbbing with excitement. [>.< Sorry, couldn't think of another way to write it] No matter how the cyborg caressed all of the teen's sweet spots, the gaze remained calm, with a sort of frightening steadiness. Though the face framing those dark pools was beaded with sweat, the skin hot and slick, the eyes remained locked on Juunanagou, despite the dilations of the pupils.

"Juunanagou."

The cyborg stared. Gohan's lips hadn't moved. He knew because he was in the process of exploiting them and enjoying it very much. He pulled back despite the urge to continue.

*Gohan?*

"Do you love me Juunanagou?" Again, Gohan's lips had not moved. Juunana wondered if he was hallucinating. A wave of emotion swept over him from some alien source squeezing around his chest painfully. He blinked and gazed with his mouth half-open. A tiny smile was making itself known on Gohan's mouth. Juunana bit his lip. He wanted to shout, he wanted to whisper, he wanted above all, to say what that overwhelmingly tremendous compulsion told him to say: "Yes."

So he did. In a whisper above Gohan's neck, in a murmur over his lips, in a soft caress across a tenuous mind bond, and in all the languages he had in his data files.

Finally he said, "Alma mia, te llevo en el alma . . ."

"What does that mean?" Gohan wondered, wriggling beneath the cyborg. Juunana groaned at the tightening in both his groin and his . . . heart.

"My heart," he muttered breathlessly, "I love you deeply."

The calm gaze broke like water upon the surf, and Gohan leaned up and kissed his lover full on the lips, with far more passion than the cybernetic teen could ever have fathomed. He didn't need to wonder if the feeling was mutual.