Warnings: Angst, Sex, Non-con sex, Bondage, S&M
Siara's Note:
Koji cries alot, doesn't he? *evil grin*
"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.
Koji ran as fast as he could away from the house. He stumbled over the grass blindly, just running with his head down and blinking his warm wet eyes. Finally his knees buckled and his legs gave way. He collapsed onto dirt and gravel, unable run anymore, sobbing like a wounded wild animal.
He remembered, bitterly, how he used to be innocent--how he used to think--think that Juunanagou cared, however little. Now he felt jaded and old, old, old. Even with eyes red and swollen with crying, cheeks salty with streaks and trails of dried tears, Koji was a vision of beauty. His eyes glistened wetly, his hair glowing and glinting in the fading sunlight. He looked like a Botticelli angel, with skin painted pure, glorious gold. That is how Juuhachigou saw him.
"What's the matter, Koji? Something happen to upset your little human existance?" A cold voice murmured bemusedly overhead. Koji felt rather than saw the tall shadow falling over him. He looked up slowly, face pale, lips red, and looking quite fetching.
"Juuhachigou." Koji's voice was blank and lifeless. "What do you want?"
18 smirked at him, eyeing him disturbingly and clutching a mysterious bag. "You'll see in good time. Now tell me why you were crying."
"It's nothing. None of your concern."
The words were barely out of his mouth before Koji was brutally smacked across the face. 18's cruel voice was beginning to take a histerical tone.
"I'll tell you what is or is not my concern!" She blinked, shook her head and composed herself. Her facade was calm once again. "Anyway, I don't care anymore. You're coming with me." She yanked a protesting Koji up by one arm, hoisted his slight body over her slim shoulders and flew to an as yet undetermined direction.
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"C'mere, koi."
Gohan eyed Juunanagou's crooked finger dubiously. "What for?"
Seventeen wiggled his eyebrows enigmatically.
"I know you're an android but you're not a *machine*!" Gohan sputtered after he realized the meaning of the gesture. //My Kami . . . being in love may very well kill me . . .//
Juu pouted.
Gohan eyed the artfully quivering lower lip, full and pink and -- as he knew from experience -- so-so-soft to kiss . . . He licked his lips. He was hungry.
"Rrrrrrr...." said Gohan's stomach. [Hey, he really *was* hungry! Shame on you hentai ^_~]
Seizing the pause, Gohan arose, sheets slithering from his very naked body -- a fact which he noticed after seeing all the blood rush to Seventeen's face (mostly around the nose area). Blushing like a stoplight, he grabbed a piece of clothing which may or may not have been his, wrapped the article around his waist and *dashed* for the kitchen.
"Gohan?" Juunana said in a puzzled tone, rather surprised to find himself completely alone in the bedroom. His clouded eyes undazed themselves as he shook his head, sending his silky black locks swinging against his head. Chuckling lightly, he got up and followed the trail of Gohan's energy bond, not bothering to cover himself.
"Hum hum hum," Gohan half-murmured in a half-tune, bending and reaching as he searched for something edible among the many wooden cabinets of his kitchen. He didn't feel a pair of electric blue eyes on him. If he had, he would have grabbed his bum and doused it with cold water. [Ah those smoldering eyes . . . what would I do without 'em?]
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Koji moaned and struggled to get up. Someone was lightly dabbing his face with what felt like a cold washcloth. A cool hand pressed against his chest-- his *shirtless* chest, Koji realized-- pushing him back down to the table he lay on.
"Oh so you woke up, human," a female voice sneered. It was Juuhachigou.
Koji eyed her face uneasily, noting the dangerous look on it he recognized as the same one her brother wore. Her eyes were half-closed, boring holes into him between the long thick lashes. Despite his better judgement, Koji looked down. He'd been stripped to his underwear, and he would have felt rather embarrased except then he looked up at Juuhachi's attire.
He never realized how much leather complimented her. She was dressed like some sort of sex fantasy, with thigh high black leather boots with spike heels and some sort of short shorts which showed every curve. She also wore a black leather bra lined with red lace. Any normal teenage boy would have stared and maybe drooled. Koji was absolutely terrified.
His voice came out surprisingly smooth though, "So," he murmured conversationally, "You gonna rape me or something?" Inside he felt like crying and begging for his release [no no no not *that* release! *sigh*]
Juuhachi blinked. "Don't you want me boy?" she asked in a mixture of curiosity and barely concealed irritation.
"Er . . . Um . . ."
"Well?" she licked her red lips, and began tracing tiny circles on his stomach, the slight scrape of her nails sending tremors along the skin and adrenaline to Koji's brain.
"L-listen, um . . . don't take this the wrong way . . . but I'm . . gay," Koji choked out. Then, seeing the look on her face he hurried along with, "It's not you, it's me. You are a very . . . very beautiful young lady, very . . . nice features and everything. I mean I'd probably be all over you if I were straight . . .er. Sorry..." he waited for Juuhachi's reaction.
She stared at him.
He shivered when her hands stopped their wanderings over his tingling skin. Slowly, she blinked, then kept studying him.
After an unbearable pause, she let out a soft breath and winked at him.
"I always suspected my brother had taste."
Koji blinked.
Her smirk grew into a leer. "I am going to have *so* much fun with you."
Koji had no time to scream.
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"Juunanagou!" Gohan exclaimed, turning from the stove he was frying eggs on to see his lover leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest -- *and completely naked*.
"Szzzzz..."
"Gohan?" Juunanagou's grin had turned into a vaguely concerned look. "You're burning the eggs."
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Faster than he could react, her hand was in his boxers and had wrapped around his member and squeezed, hard. Koji yelled in pain and tried to wriggle away, but her grip was too tight.
"Shhhh," she said unsoothingly, when he continued struggling yelling at increasingly high decibels, she gave him a sharp look, "Stop struggling if you want to live, boy." Koji suppressed a whimper and tried to keep still. Her hand slowly relaxed around him, causing him to draw a deep breath. A breath which stopped short when he saw what she *now* had in her hand.
"Turn over, boy." She held it, a yard-long length of black leather, in her perfectly manicured hands. Koji cringed, and slowly turned over, taking his time to delay the impending pain. "Come on, my sweet, show me your pretty backside," Juuhachigou crooned, stroking the leather lovingly as she watched him. The thin cotton article [Koji's boxers] offered little protection from her greedy eyes.
WHAP!
The whip crackled in the dry air, slicing a stripe down the underwear and raising a small red welt on Koji's skin. Koji shrieked and groaned.
WHAP! WHAP! WHACK!
The clothing was now just so much strips of cloth now, falling away from Koji's reddened, tortured skin. The human boy screamed. The smell of aroused female filled the air with a pungent, vaguely pear-type aroma.
Juuhachigou's smile grew manic, blood-crazy, and she kept going. WHAP WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WEHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
Koji screamed until his lungs were hoarse. He could feel the blood running down his thighs from the deep gashes and cuts. He was on a plane beyond pain. Numbness was beginning to seep into his body, his eyes dulled. Suddenly, she stopped. Koji moaned. He raised his head with effort, to look past his shoulder, past his bloody back and backside, at the she-devil behind him. She was advancing now, She had bitten her lip to keep from crying out her pleasure, and now she licked the blood away, never taking her eyes off the enticing mass of blood. Her right hand was extended, nails gleaming in the weak light of the cave. Koji had time to draw a sharp, horrified gasp before the hand shot out, squeezing his buttocks and rubbing the blood into the skin. He roared and screamed in agony, too much in pain to move. She continued massaging the damaged skin unperturbed. In fact she seemed to be listening to his moans of pain in elation, eyes closed in enjoyment. She reached into a bag on the floor with her left hand, pulling out a clean cloth. She removed her right hand from Koji's now throbbing skin, reaching into the same bag and getting a bottle of clear liquid. Her fingers left trails of red on the plastic bottle. Unscrewing the cap and pouring some liquid to soak the cloth she then replaced the bottle and came around to the head of the table, bending close to Koji's ear.
"You've got some nasty wounds, haven't you my dear?"
"Uhhhn," Koji groaned painfully.
"We'd beter get them cleaned up and disinfected or else you'll have some bad scars," her voice seemed to purr deep in her throat.
Koji just whimpered.
"Yes, that is just what we'll do," she whispered conspiratorily.
He felt the whoosh of air as she spun back and heard the click of her heels as she walked back around. Something cool and wet was placed on his flushed bleeding skin...
"AAAAAAAAhhhhhh!" Koji screamed and screamed. It was rubbing alcohol. The burning pain seared his nerve endings like fire. He was going to die. He had never dreamed such agony existed. It was all he could do to keep from squirming, as he well remembered her threat against his struggles. Tears ran out of his eyes and he cried and sobbed like a baby. He begged her to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Water streamed down his cheeks and drops fell with little plip plops onto the cold stone floor. He could smell Juuhachi's scent getting stronger.
It took forever for her to finish cleaning the blood off and cover the bloody stripes with stinging alcohol. Koji was in so much pain he could no longer think coherently. Everything was just a heaving, tingling mass of pain, stop, numbness, pain, stop, then more pain. He knew only pain, pauses, and the smell of an aroma vaguely like pear.
Surprisingly, the eternity passed, and Koji soon heard Juuhachigou saying, "Turn back over." He complied like an automaton, mind too far gone to even whimper. He was swimming in a lake of sensations, all of them red. He felt a gentle weight on his body. Opening his shut-tight eyes, he saw 18 straddling his thighs. She grinned up at him, lowering her head to lap delicately at his hip bone. It didn't hurt. Her frighteningly cool mouth made its way towards his groin, nipping and sucking at golden skin every once in a while. Her eyes remained locked with his wide ones. Then she broke the gaze to take a long lick along Koji's member, which, oddly enough, was erect. Koji wondered vaguely about it, then decided he'd rather not look into the implications.
"I knew it."
He glanced at her questioningly.
Crawling up his body to lay her head on his chest, she eyed him a bit too knowingly for his taste. "You never told me you were a masochist, but I knew. After all, we were meant to be together. I'm the one who gives it to you, and you *love* taking it, don't you?"
He shook his head frantically. She slapped him. But it was a playful slap and only made his cheeks go red.
"Don't lie to me." She reached around with one hand and dug a nail into his anus, twisting ferociously. He yelled, and she pressed her ear to his chest, relishing the vibrations. She also felt him go even more rigid under her. Smirking into his fevered eyes, she removed her finger. She wiped it on her bra, causing Koji wrinkle his nose. Then she removed the bra and flung it into a corner. Koji tried not to stare at her breasts.
"Look at me."
He closed his eyes tightly.
"Look at me or else."
He opened them.
She grinned widely and pinched her nipples until they began to bleed. Koji gasped and moaned weakly. Then she stopped and studied him. She crawled further up his body, rubbing sensuously against it, leaving a wave of sensation both repulsing and erotic. Slowly, she lowered her dripping breast over his lips.
"Suck on it," she commanded.
Koji had no choice but to obey.
He sucked, tasting the metallic saltiness of her blood on his tongue, growing curiously aroused and unable to explain how. He was losing control of his own body. It didn't help that she moaned like a cat in heat the whole time. And rubbed her knee against his groin. Finally, he tentively let his tongue slide around the pebbly flesh to truly taste her. She gasped and got very, very still.
"Let go now," she panted heavily. Koji complied. She moved back down his body, kissing his salty lips as she went. Positioning herself over his length, she sheathed him in heat and wet he'd never known. And then she started to move, grinding her hipbones hard against his own, scratching his shoulders a bit as she put her arms round him. He made an animal sound, jerking his hips along with her. She stopped them both when they were close to climax, causing Koji to whine deperately. Panting, she laid her head against his chest, and without warning, bit his left nipple hard. Koji came madly, hoarsely, with a horrible inhuman sound that mixed pain and agony with pleasure and bliss. Juuhachi screamed with a fierce, dark joy, tightening around him, teeth clenched so much he felt she might just bite a chunk out of him, her nails ripping shallow furrows along his back.
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The eggs were now in the garbage, gone to that big chicken coop in the sky, and Gohan had decided he'd much rather have some instant noodles to eat. After getting over the initial shock of seeing Juunanagou -- and the initial hormone rush -- Gohan had adamantly insisted on eating first, before any other recreation was engaged. Juunanagou had sulked in the corner, throwing sad, you-are-depriving-me-greviously-do-you-know-that? looks at his half-saiyan nemesis. Frankly, the seemingly bottomless hunger 17 had for him was beginngin to scare Gohan. Well . . . excite might be a better word. He gazed at his silky haired bondmate through his lashes, looking inconspicuously over his bowl of steaming noodles in soup. //He *does* have beautiful blue eyes// Gohan thought //And great hair. I'd like to feel that all over my skin... And speaking of skin, I like the way his tastes// Gohan sucked a warm noodle into his mouth. He kept glancing coyly at the Jinzoningen, thinking of all sorts of things he'd like to do to that body. And where he'd like to do them. And how. And with what. He was so caught up in his little dream, he didn't notice Juu's face turning a peculiar shade of crimson, nor the way the android was beginning to squirm uncomfortably in his seat. Dark, smoldering eyes locked on Juunanagou's eyes, Gohan slowly slurped another noodle into his mouth, licking the drops of soup from his red lips. He didn't even realize he was looking at Juunanagou so . . . directly. His mind was still far away. But the air was filled with supressed moans.
//And I'd like to have him on the floor, facing me so I can see the look on his face, those snowy thighs parted and begging me not to stop...// Gohan finished his soup, licking each of his fingers in an unconsciously lascivious way. Juunana's eyes had darkened until they were blue-black, and he stared at Gohan's fingers with an almost sick fascination.
"Are you . . . quite . . . done?" he gritted out.
"Hmm? Yeah, guess so," Gohan replied, completely oblivious to the desperate glint in 17's eye. "I'll just go wash this now," he said amicably, picking up his empty bowl and chopsticks to go to the sink.
"Wash. Later. Sex. Now."
Gohan made the fatal mistake of not understanding the tone of Juunanagou's voice. "No," he said firmly, "We had sex already. I have to wash the dishes now. We can have sex *later*." He put his bowl in the sink and turned on the faucet. He had his back to the android.
In a flash Juunanagou was on him, one hand ripping away the article of clothing he'd had tied around his waist, the other hand roaming the skin of his warm chest.
"Ah! Lemme go!" Gohan squirmed, trying to soap the dishes while at the same time trying to extricate Juunana's hand from around his manhood. Juunanagou's lips brushed against his ear.
"It's your own fault, Gohan," he growled into the ear, "You think far too many naughty thoughts."
"You . . . heard them?" Gohan squeaked, an embarassed flush crossing his features.
"Yes. Now let go of those dishes before I make you drop them."
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Juuhachi grinned to herself. The human, before passing out, had murmured something under his breath. She had excellent hearing. Chuckling, she thought of how he'd muttered about how girls scared the crap out of him before and how now they were nothing compared to her. He'd be terrified of her for the rest of his life. But, he'd said she was beautiful. And that was nice. Juuhachigou, killer of thousands of humans and ruthless murderer of the Prince of all Saiyans, purred like a satisfied cat and curled up against her chosen.
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Epilogue: Gohan and Juunanagou, after having sex a . . . few . . . times, went looking for Koji (mostly because Gohan insisted and Juunanagou had been too sated to try for another round). They found and rescued him some days later. The blond was terribly shaken up and not entirely sane from his experiences.
Siara's second Note: Well! The Pet is finally done! The kinky blondes got together, the sexy brunettes got together, and I hope you weren't *too* disturbed. And the ending depends on whether I write a sequel: Revenge. If I don't get around to it, you may assume that 18 lost interest in Koji and never went looking for the human once he went into hiding (no longer living with Gohan). OR, they faked Koji's death. Or something. If I write "Revenge" then it will begin from the day they find him. We'll go from here. Don't hold your breath. I like this series the way it is actually.
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