Well this part is basically the rest of Part 11: Heaven and Hell Approach. I cranked this one out faster than usual cuz I felt so guilty about how short the other part was. This one is short too, though but put 'em together and you get a normal installment. Enjoy!

*--* are Juunana's thoughts that Gohan hears. It could also denote italics. *shrug*

Love,
Siara

Gohan shifted slightly, snuggling closer to Juunana. The half saiyan had laid his head on the cyborg's chest, and 17 had thrown one arms protectvly over his shoulders.

"Second thoughts?" the dark-eyed boy asked in a deviously sleepy voice.

"I don't know."

*Maybe*

Gohan sat up and looked Juunana in the eyes briefly before he started drowning in the blue and had to pull himself out of the gaze or risk another bout of snogging.

"I know what you're thinking now, Gohan."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm." 17 sat up as well and cupped Gohan's chin to look deeply into the dark eyes. Something fluttered in Gohan's stomach. "You're worried," The cyborg said frankly, laying a kiss on soft lips and flicking his tongue against them. "You think I don't mean what I said. This is happening too fast for you."

"Mmmm," Gohan replied, contentedly enjoying Juu's lower lip. They twined their arms around each other and began kissing in earnest then, both unable to keep their hands off the other. It was the Jinzoningen who had to surface for air first. He had to gently restrain Gohan from suffocating him (an action which caused a sulky noise to escape the teen's throat).

"Gohan," 17 said, dead seriousness in his expression, "You're mine." The look in his eyes was resolute, unbudging, and frighteningly possessive. A wave of warped emotion filtered through the bond into Gohan's mind, carrying with it the scent-memory of a garden-full of black roses, with blood red thorns which bled tears of dark wine. "You are *mine* and I will never let anyone else have you." The cybernetic boy's embrace tightened, and for an odd moment, Gohan could have sworn he felt the partly artificial body grow warm. Then it was back to the usual cool feel.

Slender fingers ran through Gohan's short black hair, calm and relaxing. Eventually, the youth fell asleep in Juunana's lap, head resting comfortably against 17's shoulder as the cybernetic boy cradled him, chin resting on his head. Juunana stayed sitting there in the middle of the bed, rocking slightly with Gohan in his arms, running his fingers through the soft locks and enjoying the smell of Gohan's hair: a vague combination of soap, bread, feathers, and spearmint chewing gum. Now of course, it was mixed with the smell of sweat and [a lot of] sex. It was intoxicating really. One hand slipped downwards to rest on the sleeping teen's stomach, occasionally stroking the ridges of muscle there. 17 had just begun to nod off, when he heard a low moan. Glancing quickly down, he found -- to his disappointment -- that it had not originated from Gohan.

Koji was having a pleasant dream from his place on the floor. He was doing that dime thing with Gohan again, and enjoying the whole thing tremendously. At the very nicest part however, he awakened with a start. His last dream thought was, //I've gotta get Gohan into bed more often//

"Nnngg..." Koji said, raising himself slowly to his feet from where he'd been sprawled on the floor. Boy did his butt feel sore. Rubbing himself to try to ease some of the discomfort, [no, not where you're thinking!] he turned and saw a pair of ice blue eyes watching him, framed with Gohan's black hair. Juunanagou had his chin resting on Gohan's head, and his baby bluebird eyes gazed eerily from among the strands of spiky hair. Sharp jealousy cut the fifteen year old like a knife. Why was Master holding Gohan so closely? So possessively? So gently and carefully? Why did it have to be *Gohan*?

"Ma--Juunanagou . . .?" Koji said, not sure whether he was making a statement or a question but adding a questioning tone anyway. The blond bravely decided to climb up onto the bed and sit beside his former Master.

"Yes?" Juunana said slowly, ever so slightly tightening his hold on Gohan and pulling him closer to his chest. The cyborg had felt oddly since the bond had been opened, and could not explain all the emotions rushing through his ears like blood, causing him to cuddle Gohan close. Gohan was the one safe thing. Gohan was all that mattered right now. As long as he could touch him, feel the warmth against his own cool limbs, and inhale the comforting smell, he would be alright.

"Di-did he pass out too?" Koji asked shyly, with an edge of envy. After all, *he* hadn't gotten such royal treatment when *he* passed out.

"Gohan fell asleep." Juunana purred when he said the word, "Gohan." He moved his chin from Gohan's head to rub his cheek blissfully against the soft locks, looking sideways at Koji. The little blonde bit back the urge to shove Gohan out of the way and tackle Juunanagou. It was far too dangerous. Instead, he forced a smile and slid a practiced hand over Juunana's shoulder and neck, caressing and running the backs of his nails against the cyborg's skin. Juunana allowed him to do this, an amused half smile on his face. But when Koji moved towards the other shoulder and slightly brushed Gohan's head in the process, an immediate change came over his raven haired Master.

17 snarled, frightening Koji out of a year's growth, and backed away, clutching Gohan like a treasure that Koji might try to steal from him. The electirc blue eyes burned with venom.

"Don't you touch him with your filthy hands," Juunanagou spat. Koji blinked. He was terrified and hurt, eyes burning with unshed bitterness. He didn't dare run though. He decided to treat Juunanagou like a panther he'd accidentally stumbled upon, and stay very, very, still. After several seconds, during which Koji aged about ten years, 17 seemed to calm down, and at least loosen his grip on Gohan [about a fraction of a hair]. "I feel strange," The cyborg confided matter-of-factly. A loopy, silly smile appeared on his face then. The largest grin Koji had ever seen. "I think I love Gohan," the cyborg said in a sing-song voice. Then 17's eyes narrowed and he frowned, glaring at Koji, "You are not to have sex with him anymore, understand?"

Koji swallowed down the lump in his throat and nodded. He seethed inside. //Always pick the better lay, huh? What about the person who has lived with you for weeks? He has never lived with you. He doesn't know your habits like me! He can't possibly care as much as I do...// His insides felt shattered.

Gohan shifted in Juu's arms and awoke with a little snuffly noise, stretching slightly and rubbing his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw Koji glowering daggers at him. He looked up to see Juunana frowning at Koji, presumably because the blonde was glaring at his Gohan.

"Uhhh . . . guys? What's going on?" Gohan asked. He watched in growing horror as Koji's golden eyes filled with tears. It was a vision of heartbreaking beauty. Koji really was an exquisitely lovely creature. But why *were* his eyes glistening like amber jewels?

"Ask *him*," Koji muttered shortly.

"17?" Gohan struggled out of the android's grip (which Juunanagou allowed him to do somewhat reluctantly).

Juunanagou executed a one-shoulder shrug, "All I did was forbid him to have sex with you. It wasn't that much of a deal."

Koji started, "That's not it . . ." He blinked rapidly. "Oh never mind," he said, voice breaking slightly, "I'm leaving." He gathered up his clothing, donning it all in record time (though he probably forgot a few buttons), and did just that. Gohan started to call after him, but his blue-eyed companion silenced him.

"Don't worry about him."

"What if he runs into trouble?"

"He won't."

"How do you know?"

"I think my sister and I have eliminated most other trouble."

"What if your sister finds him?"

"She'd only return him to me."

Gohan sighed, "I hope you're right." Little did he know how very wrong Juunanagou was.

(CLIFFHANGER!! *dun dun duhhh* Am I evil? Evil, am I? ^_~) E-mail me!! sabrinaamy@hotmail.com