Siara's Note:

Hey everyone! Siara here. I've made a "momentous" decision: From now on, I'm going to use //--// to represent thought processes. Of course you don't really care about this, but oh well.

Okay, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I'll recap. In the last installment of "The Pet," Gohan left to find solitude in his home. Feeling betrayed by the fact that Juu-kun's . . . attention . . . is no longer focused solely on himself, our jealous halfsaiyan has left to sulk in private. Juunana arrives later that night and gives an emotionally confused Gohan a rather unexpected offer. Remember to R.E.E.D.! (Read, Enjoy, E-mail me, and heed the Disclaimer) You can find my disclaimer on the main fanfic page because I'm too lazy to rewrite it here.

On with Part 4: The Plot Thickens!

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"I would set him free, if--" Juunana smirked to himself. His voice came out low and sexy, "If you were to take his place . . ."

Gohan didn't react at first, being drowsy from all the things Juunana was doing to him. He felt buoyant, yet he seemed to be wallowing in a pool of hazed desire. The gentlest voice in the world seemed to trickle in from far away. He wanted to listen to it. It was cool and smooth, with the sweetest tones imaginable. "I would set him free . . ." //Who?// Gohan wondered absently, then his mind dredged up a picture. //Ah yes, Golgi -- no Koji.// Gohan felt vague dislike and flared his nostrils. "If you were to take his place . . ." //Take his place?// Gohan considered, //Not an entirely bad idea. I'd be Juu-kun's pet then, wouldn't I?// He smiled slightly at the pleasing thought. On the verge of opening his mouth to give assent, he paused. //Who will fight for Earth if not me?// his forehead wrinkled in annoyance. //Why do I always have to do the right thing? Why can't I just do whatever I want? Like him.// It occured to the teen that he could be happy living with Juunana if only . . . //If only my conscience would let me.// He opened his mouth to say no.

"Mmmph." Juunana clapped a cool hand over Gohan's mouth.

"Wait," he whispered, "Before you say anything, let me tell you a bit more."

//Do I really have a choice?// Gohan thought sarcastically as he stared pointedly at the hand muffling his speech.

"I don't expect you to give up fighting for whatever silly causes you feel honor bound to fight for." Juunana continued, oblivious to Gohan's thoughts, "This arrangement will be decidedly different from Koji's because of the special . . . circumstances." He gave the halfsaiyan a smoldering gaze, "All I'm asking is for your enthusiastic compliance anytime I come here. That means where I want it. How I want it. Whenever I want it. You can fight me when I'm with Juuhachi or even by myself, but when I say so, you switch gears and we fuck. Got that?" He removed his hand.

"G-give me some time to think about your offer," Gohan managed. He needed to be able to think clearly. It would be hard to do that while Juunana was standing so close, offering him a sexual fantasy on a silver platter. His traitorious body ws already prompting his mind to accept the offer. //After all, it was for a good cause, he'd be freeing an enslaved human through a noble and quite selfless [heh heh, yeah right] act and -- No! Must . . . Think . . . Clearly . . .// Juunana smirked as he admired his handiwork. The kid was practically trembling with the sensual spell he had woven.

Gleefully, he said, "Sorry kid, not part of my agenda." With superhuman speed, he had managed to undress Gohan within nanoseconds. His boxers fell to the floor, and the Jinzoningen quickly swept the dazed teen off the floor. Quite suddenly, they were both back in Gohan's bedroom. At this point, Gohan unfortunately came to his senses and tried to struggle out of Juu's arms. "Ah ah ah," the cybernetic boy mock scolded, "You won't get away from me THAT easily. I still want to see if I can't persuade you to accept my offer."

"Stop," Gohan pleaded, knowing that it was hopeless. He was holding on to a frayed thread of control even now, and anything Juunana might do could send him over the edge. It had been a long time since . . . Gohan gulped, it had been much too long. Still, despite the increasingly more insistent urges of his frustrated body, he repeated, "Stop." It was the voice of a man who does not really want to be heard. It was a beaten voice. It was a lover's voice.

Juunana ignored his words, opting to search the truth in his desperate eyes instead. A pleased look passed over those normally detached feautures, and he pushed the naked halfsaiyan down on the bed, following after and playfully nipping at an earlobe as he did so.

"I don't believe you mean that, Gohan," he purred seductively, intoxicatingly as he swept experienced hands across the familiar ridges of muscle. Gohan went boneless and lost his verbal skills as he tried valiantly to maintain some semblance of coherency. "You are easy on the eyes," Juunana commented as he looked Gohan over appraisingly with a heavy lidded gaze.

"Don't I know it," Gohan muttered, thinking of all the compliments Juunana had paid him that first time . . . and the second time . . . and the third . . .

"I had almost forgotten how good this was," the Jinzoningen murmured with a hint of amusement as he leaned down to lap at Gohan's chest. His frighteningly cool fingers ran down along Gohan's quivering sides. A truly devious hand found its way to an extremely sensitive scar above Gohan's rear, wringing a soft gasp from the scar's owner. His mouth was dry, his flesh aching, and he could just feel the sneer on Juunana's face as the cybernetic boy felt the growth against his stomach.

"Please," the words fought their way from his mouth in a soft moan.

"Please what?" Juu murmured distractedly as he ran seemingly idle fingers up Gohan's thighs while the other hand continued to massage that appreciative spot above his rear. To be on the receiving end of such a sensuous massage made him practically incoherent with lust and pleasure. Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled through his teeth as fast as he possibly could.

"Please fuck me." The whisper was barely discernible, but he knew the Jinzoningen had heard. What with the superhuman hearing and all.

"I can't hear you," Juunana said in a sing song voice, deciding to be infuriatingly contrary. He threw a burning gaze straight into Gohan's eyes and managed to somehow sear his brain with enticing images.

"Fuck," Gohan repeated, "Me." The skilled fingers on his backside began doing some very interesting things. He growled deep in his throat. It was a rumble from his very soul. Well, perhaps not his soul. Perhaps it was directly from his --

"Do you accept my offer?" Juunana thankfully interuppted the nasty path Gohan's thoughts were taking.

"Maybe I'll think about it --" Gohan smirked finally "--AFTER you please me."

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Gohan lay spreadeagled on his twisted sheets, completely passed out from the taxing effects of his orgasms. He was snoring loudly. After he'd told Juunana his terms, said android had laughed most unpleasantly.

"Who do you think is in control here . . ." and proceeded to bring a certain frustrated and horny teen to the brink of climax -- several times -- only to pull back at the last moment. Leaving Gohan more and more desperate for some sort of release. "Now tell me," Juu-kun had purred sweetly, "Do you accept my offer, or will I have to keep this up until you go insane?" The cybernetic boy tempted Gohan unfairly with the promise of finishing what he'd started if the cloudy eyed teen would only say "Yes." Of course he had complied. And, true to his word, Juunana had fucked, sucked, and generally made up for seven weeks of abstinence. Which was the reason why Gohan was now comatose, practically melted into the bed.

Meanwhile, a very smug and satisfied cyborg had just arrived home. He yawned on his way to his bedroom, stretching much used jaw and throat muscles, shedding various articles of clothing as he went. Naked except for his boxers, Juunana nudged the snoozing lump in his bed over to make room. He crept beneath the covers and caressed Koji's shoulder, waking his golden haired pet. Bright eyes blinked in the darkness, then widened with delight. Koji nuzzled Master's neck affectionately.

"Where have you been?" he wondered curiously. Juu-kun ignored the question, leaned over and laid a light kiss on Koji's unprotesting mouth. Eagerly, his pet tried to get some tongue in -- for some reason the younger boy had taken an intense liking to the taste of Juu's mouth. After a few long seconds of wet smacking sounds and mutual groping, Juunan pulled his head up breathlessly (he had had a tiring night after all) and motioned for Koji to stop the delicious thing he was engaged in. Which happened to involve a wandering hand and a pair of half loosened boxers.

"I have a proposition for you, pet."

Koji grinned salaciously, "I think I have a vague idea . . ."

"No, it's not what you're thinking," Juunana laughed quietly. In the darkness, no one could see his suddenly very cunning look. "I've been thinking about this for quite some time, and I've decided to offer you a choice. You can either stay here and resume life as usual, or -- or you can leave."

"Leave?" Koji was shocked. His lower lip began to tremble. "Y-you don't w-w-want me anymore?" he asked.

"I could set you free. You could go back to being one of those terrified citizens outside who live in fear." Juunana's eyes now took on what could only be described as pure sadism. "Of course, you realize that then you would no longer be safe from me. I would treat you as any other hapless human." He assumed an artfully cavalier tone, "But hey, you could survive if you tried really really hard." Two perfect brows drew together suddenly, as it dawned on Juu that he might have scared Koji to the point of wetting the bed. He began to edge a few inches away from his pet, just in case. He waited patiently while Koji thought about his words.

The human boy turned things over in his mind even as part of it was numbed with fear (that seemed to be happening quite often as of late). //If I go, I will be free -- that's something// Koji thought //But on the downside . . . living in fear, constant death threat, plus the fact that my house is gone, the constant death threat, I'd have to forage for scarce food, the constant death threat, no friends or family to turn to, the constant death threat, no protection from that terrifying Gohan, the constant death threat . . . And last, but definitely not least, no mind numbing sex, no unnaturally hot cyborg to screw, no more kisses to die for . . .// Koji made a mental snort //I obviously have a crush on him. Don't know when THAT happened// He frowned and tried to remember the last time he'd mentally called the Jinzoningen a bastard. It started getting hard to do that after Master started inspiring insatiable lust in Koji's raging adolescent hormones about every half hour or so.

"So," Juunana smiled, sensing that his plan was about to click into place, "Do you want to go, Koji?" The golden haired cutie shook his blond curls vigorously and snuggled a bit closer.

"Not really," he mumbled into Juunana's side.

The owner of said side smirked, "That's what I thought." He kissed his pet with something vaguely resembling affection.

Koji smiled happily, warmed by his master's approval. Then he bit Juu's nipple (gently). Sometimes when one had wicked thoughts, it was best not to suppress them. Juunana let out a hoarse cry and his mischevious pet whispered, "Why don't we resume where we left off, Master?" The cyborg seemed to agree.

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Koji slid the sheets off his master's body . . . slowly. Juunana emitted a small hiss as the silk material caressed his skin. Eyes closed, he didn't see the hot, hungry hands descend on his bared chest. Or the insistent body pressing against his stomach. But he could feel it. Boy did he feel it! Raising his eyelids just the tiniest bit, he peeked out from under long black lashes. His pet's head was bowed in concentration, a beguiling tip of tongue poking from his mouth as he yanked at Juunana's boxers. The cyborg smirked, and put his hands behind his head in a languid pose. Which was immediately spoiled by the loud, "Ohhhh," he let out as Koji wrapped his hand around him. The cloudy eyed blond bent to kiss Juu's hip, then sucked at the tender skin until it turned pink. Juunana was about to close his eyes yet again when he heard --

"What's this?" Koji asked in a very surprised voice. He raised his big, golden eyes to Juu's and pouted (showing off a very nice, full lower lip). A slightly accusatory finger pointed to Juunana's inner thigh. Which happened to be sporting a fresh hickey. "I didn't do this," Koji said petulantly. He looked like he wanted to sulk.

"Are you sure?" Juunana asked (while he mentally kicked himself) "Maybe it's a leftover from this morning . . . or this afternoon." Of course it wasn't, but he didn't want Koji to find out about his . . . arrangement . . . yet.

"I guess so," Koji muttered grudgingly.

Five minutes later, Juunana was trying to yell as quietly as inhumanely possible. "Faster, faster, ohhh mannnn . . ." Koji was "sitting" on Juunana, or pumping rather. Juu-kun was lying flat on his back, watching feverishly as his pet moved up and down, increasing friction. Koji moved with shameless abandon, finally climaxing as he felt the wonderful pressure against his prostate. His Master followed soon after. Koji collapsed and rolled off to the side, breathing deeply. Juunana waited a few minutes, then ran a cool hand up his pet's warm thigh, over the flat abdomen and up to the chest, where he toyed with small, erect nipples. Koji's eyes dilated in the darkness, and his chest heaved and shuddered with sensation. A second hand breifly joined the first, then meandered with excruciating patience back to still moist thighs. Juu traced newly forming muscles and made sloppy circular motions against Koj's groin, drawing a breathless whimper for more from his client. He smiled in the darkness and the hand on Koji's chest tweaked one nipple. With a startled cry, Koji spilled himself into the waiting hand. Then he promptly passed out. //He never did have as much stamina as Gohan// Juunana mused, idly licking his fingers. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was //Damn, but I feel sore//

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