Ghidorah is...

...

... dead?

No. No, no, no, this can't be happening. They were supposed to be together for the rest of their immortal existence! Gigan did not spend decades of his life trying to claim this bastard only to have him dead immediately after their first date! This... This piece of shit dragon just had to have the last laugh, didn't he?! What kind of bioweapon was this thing if he can get fucked to death?!

"Ghidorah, don't you fuckin' dare, you BIIIIIIIIITCH!" he screeched directly into one of this asshole's ears as loud as he possibly can. But it was no use. There was no response, not even a twitch. He lifted a blade up high, wanting to slash down and slice off those heads, give this bastard an injury WORTH dying over.

He barely stopped himself, already swinging his claw down and only just diverting its path to stab into the ground inches from those scales.

Let's not do anything rash here. He needed to calm down; getting pissed will not help him. Maybe, just maybe, it's not too late to save him? But he needed to work fast. He remembered seeing how quickly Ghidorah healed his wounds when they left that tree-infested planet; that healing didn't start until AFTER they left that world's atmosphere. No reason to believe it won't happen again; he just needed to get the hydra out of this damn space cloud.

He glanced up at the sky before using the blunt side of his blades to haul the dragon up from the ground. Ghidorah was surprisingly light, no doubt from how skinny he's become. What even happened to cause that? Was it a side-effect of death, where the dragon's body was starting to deteriorate? How far will it go? Until all that was left was dust? He didn't want to know, actually...

Giving a grunt, he put Ghidorah's necks over his shoulders, his arms around that golden body under those wings. Said wings were limp, draped over the ground, as was the rest of his body. But at least he hasn't gone stiff with rigor mortis, and that gave the cyborg hope.

He leapt, the anti-gravity flight devices beneath his sails activating at full-throttle. The purple haze was thick and disorientating, but his inner navigator kept him on course.

Once he built up full-speed, he curled his tail under and around him and his mate, legs folding up. Head bowing. Blue energy escaped him and surrounded both him and Ghidorah before hardening into a giant diamond. Coordinates? His system would ask, and he would disregard it completely. Coordinates didn't matter to him. He just needed to get out, on the shortest path possible.

Coordinates? His system persisted and he lets out an impatient growl. Just shut up and take him out of here! But it kept popping up into his mind, and he begrudgingly gave in. He searched his inner map for the closest point of exit, looked up its coordinates, and inserted it into his navigator. Finally, he was left in peace, as the diamond changed course to reach its desired destination.

Curled up comfortably in his transport pod, Gigan still held the dragon close to him. Those cold scales somehow felt even more chilling against his armor and skin, even taking into account that Ghidorah always felt akin to touching ice. It was probably just in his mind, but it didn't help his fears. As far as he's concerned, they couldn't reach their destination fast enough. Thankfully, the diamond not only maintained the momentum he had built up, but its sleek form allowed it greater speed through the atmosphere. Most importantly, it allowed Ghidorah to stay in a kind of suspended animation, stabilizing whatever state he was in.

Gigan still didn't know if Ghidorah was truly alive, but at least this would conserve whatever chance he had left to revive him.

It was his inner alarm that brought him out of dormancy, signaling that they were reaching the outskirts of the pink cloud of alcohol. Their destination. They made it. His visor brightened up, as he stirred into consciousness. He felt cold, unnaturally so, and it took him a moment to regain his vision clearly. He saw gold, nothing but gold, and pulled his face away from the dragon. He has been nuzzled up to his mate while he was asleep.

Although he knew suspended animation would do nothing to heal, it still disappointed him to find Ghidorah still torn and thin.

He looked up through the diamond's transparent walls and saw the stars, and behind them was the cloud of dust they just escaped, many miles away. The diamond has slowed to a halt, floating weightlessly in the full embrace of the void. This distance should be good enough, right?

He can only hope so, as he dispersed the diamond into an explosion of blue energy, freeing him and his mate.

He's been holding on tight to Ghidorah for the entirety of the trip, and his muscles protested as he finally lets go of the dragon. His eye scanned those scales for any sign of healing. One second passed, then two, then five. Each one seeming to drag on for an eternity.

Nothing changed.

Ghidorah's wounds weren't stitching back together as they did when they left the tree-planet. The dragon didn't move, or blink, or show any signs of life. His crests remained dull, without the slightest bit of a glow to them.

He felt his heart begin to sink, and the overwhelming feeling of anger and dismay began to overtake him. He... he was too late, wasn't he?! No, this can't be it. He refused to accept it! He spent so long lusting for this bastard, since the moment he first saw him back in Nebulan captivity! He's put so much of his time and effort into trying to have this dragon as his own; nobody else was good enough! NOBODY! And the thought of losing all of it...

Like hell, this dragon was escaping him THIS easily!

Gigan doesn't think. He still had no idea if Ghidorah had a heart, but he was willing to try just about anything at this point. He had nothing left to lose. He lifted a blade, his eye fastened on the dragon's chest, and fired the pair of grappling hooks to stab into Ghidorah's hide and flesh.

He's never done this before, but it's worth a shot.

Gathering whatever energy he could from his mechanical parts, he sent the electrical pulses through the cable and into Ghidorah's flesh. The hydra's body gave a jolt.

Nothing.

Gritting his teeth, he sent another surge of energy, inwardly demanding whatever higher-power existed in this void to make his impromptu defibrillator work. Ghidorah's body gave another jolt and Gigan waited a second before-

He saw it, the trickle of blood from the small cut he made earlier. Just for a second, before it healed over. So too did the rest of the wounds follow suit, the tears in the dragon's wings mending themselves. Even the tails seem to plump themselves out, bit by bit. It was working!

Gigan's eye fastened on the hydra's faces, watching all three for any sign of consciousness. Those crests have begun to glow again, a faint glow, but a glow nonetheless. This time, he didn't care to be annoyed at how dim that shine was in his presence.

One set of the dragon's eyes blinked, then another. Then the last one, before those heads slowly moved to look around. Gigan felt himself relax, relieved that his spur-of-the-moment idea actually worked. He reached out a claw and touched one of those wings. Ghidorah flinched before wincing and glaring down at the grappling hooks still lodged in his flesh.

Oh, right.

He moved his claw to wrap the cables around it before yanking on them, ripping the hooks from the dragon's flesh. The hydra opened his mouths in a silent cry, droplets of blood floating from the wounds. Said wounds healed quickly, and Gigan retracted the grappling hooks to lock back beneath his claw. He looked at Ghidorah and saw all six eyes watching him. A smile grew on his beak and he moved to lean over the wyvern's body and nuzzle against one of those snouts.

The dragon doesn't pull away, and instead he felt him flick his tongue against his skin.

Gigan pulled his face away, startled by this sudden display.

But the dragon appeared disorientated and confused, those tongues still flicking. Oh, it was no kiss like he assumed; it was just the dragon trying to get his scent. Did he even recognize him? Did he remember any of what happened? Was he aware that Gigan just saved his life?

Going by the dazed look, probably not. The cyborg felt a proud smirk growing on his beak once more. He was definitely not going to let the dragon forget. He used one claw to tap on the prongs under the other, and brought a few sparks forth from it. He tapped the scales of the dragon's chest before he returned to nuzzling. He was so certain that he was going to lose his partner, and the amount of pride he felt in the knowledge that he saved him was intense. If that didn't earn the dragon's respect, he didn't know what would.

Even if he was the one that nearly killed him to begin with, but that's neither here nor there...

He kept his face pressed to Ghidorah's for a moment, his claw at the ready to hook around that neck should the dragon try to pull away. But he didn't. Good. He ran his tongue over those lips before pulling back to point a claw towards the space cloud they just escaped from. More importantly, towards a nearby asteroid within said cloud. He turned and flew towards it, glancing back to see Ghidorah wasn't following, still floating.

But after a moment, the dragon seemed to catch on and righted himself before following after him. That's more he likes it and he led the way to the space rock.

Dust whipped up from the ground as he came in for a landing, and behind him, Ghidorah landed less than gracefully. Those legs were shaky, and it seemed to take the dragon a second to find his balance. Those wings were folded shut, and Gigan took all of this to be a sign that he was still out of it.

Not that he blamed him; he never died, but he imagined it was quite a confusing experience to come back from. Speaking of which...

"So new order," Gigan started with a grin on his beak, approaching the hydra with casual steps. "You're not allowed to do that whole 'dying' thing again, got it?" There was humor in his voice, but Ghidorah didn't seem to get it. That blank expression of his doesn't change, not even into a sneer in contempt. Did he even hear the cyborg? Probably not, as the hydra looked up at the pink haze around them, then towards the direction they once came.

When Ghidorah finally did respond, it was in a soft voice. "You saved my life."

"Heh, yeah," he chuckled, feeling the sense of pride returning as he kept moving closer. "What, you thought I'd let you get away so easily? How about no?"

A claw traced along where a wound used to be on Ghidorah's chest. It all healed so perfectly, not even a scar was left. There was still a lot of blood coating those scales, though, and rather than tell Ghidorah to clean up, he took pleasure in doing the job himself. He knelt down a bit so he can begin licking the blood off, feeling the scales flinch at the contact. But the dragon doesn't pull away.

"But you killed me." the hydra muttered without venom, his voice still sounding soft and sleepy.

"I-." Damn, he hated being called out on his mistake like that. "I didn't mean to. I came back to check on you an-" He cuts himself off before lowering his voice. "I thought you would just heal it all off when we were done, but I guess you couldn't. Sorry about that."

He didn't understand why it was so hard to say that. He has parroted the 'sorry' word to Ghidorah for years, but it never seems to get any easier. Did he even mean it? Not really, he never did. It still hurt his pride to even pretend to humble himself. But if he can make the dragon believe it was real, that's what made these apologies worth it. Because isn't that what Ghidorah wanted from him all this time? A genuine apology?

What 'genuine' even looked like to the dragon, he didn't know. He remembered what happened in the moments leading to his finally having enough and taking control. He groveled on his knees and that was still not good enough. Ghidorah's words of 'never forgive' echoed in his mind, but that was BEFORE he saved this hydra from death. Surely, as he felt the wyvern's unwavering gaze fall on him, he would change his mind now.

Then again, this has got to be the most stubborn son-of-a-bitch he's ever met.

Another breath escaped him, brushing against those scales before he continued cleaning off the blood for another silent moment. It was Ghidorah this time that broke the silence.

"You should've left me dead," There was that hiss he was used to hearing. Seemed the dragon had made a recovery. Good to have him back in all his feistiness, even if he kept calling him out. "You already got what you wanted from me."

Gigan lets out another breath, sharper than the last as a grin grew across his beak. He knew where the dragon was coming from; killing those that outlived their usefulness was something he did quite often and it seemed the dragon was fully aware of that. But this was not the same situation and he was going to make the hydra learn that.

His voice got stronger, more confident in his words. "No, I didn't. What I want is having you with me forever, not just a night like the rest. Y'know, like a proper mate... thing. So I messed up, that's alright." He looked up at the dragon, that grin turning into a smirk. He stood back to full height so he can press his beak into Ghidorah's snout again. "We can work around this. I already have a few ideas we can try~."

"As do I."

Gigan felt those cold scales against him, and felt the dragon lean against his beak. Well, this was different and the cyborg felt a spark of suspicion, but it was quickly smothered. He had nothing to worry about, because even if the dragon was trying something sneaky, the mind-control chip would keep him in line. If anything, a sense of curiosity overwhelmed the cyborg.

"Oh?" He lets out a snicker. "Do tell."

"We've already talked enough," Ghidorah growled. "Less talking, more doing."

Just as Gigan was about to retort something witty, he felt the dragon's forked tongue slide into his beak. His sails fanned open slightly in surprise, even moreso as Ghidorah's other heads began running their own tongues over his neck.

He took a step back, away from Ghidorah's kiss, so he can let out a surprised chuckle. "Oh, ho! A bit frisky now, are we?" He locked his gaze to Ghidorah's, who was narrowing his eyes at him. "What's changed, babe?"

Admittedly, Gigan wasn't used to having someone else make advances towards him, especially not like this. Where was it coming from? This dragon was dead just moments ago and now he was acting in a way Gigan has never seen from him before. He was up to something, but what? Was the dragon hoping to be killed again, as a means to escape him? Or maybe the dragon trying to show gratitude? Or was death a kink that he'd just unlocked?

He can dig that last one, actually...

Seemed it was the second one though, as the dragon ran that forked tongue along his mandible towards his cheek and ear. "You wanted forgiveness, didn't you? So let me show it by giving you what you deserve."

Oh, so this was to be his reward for saving this asshole's life. A bit unconventional, but he wasn't going to complain. Let's have some fun then, and let Ghidorah take the reigns this time. See how much this wyvern really knows.

He leaned back in and his own tongue wrapped around Ghidorah's, before sliding up to follow it back into the dragon's mouth. He felt the hydra pushing against him, forcing him back so impatiently and he couldn't keep in the snicker in his throat. He felt a rock against his tail; he was being backed into it and he does nothing to take control of this situation. His curiosity was still strong, as was his eagerness to learn just what this dragon was going to do to him. He's never really let anyone dominate him like this, but for his mate, he can make an exception.

The dragon kept pushing against him, and getting the message, he sat himself comfortably on the stone behind him. He can feel one of the other heads moving lower onto his chest, whilst the other two heads began pushing him back further. Ghidorah wanted him to lay down, and he felt his mischievous side welling up. Flattening his sails, a smirk grew in his beak as he pulled away from their kiss. He doesn't lay down, playfully resisting Ghidorah's insistent pushing against him.

He met the middle head's eyes, his smirk widening at the flash of annoyance in the glare he was given. But it was brief, before the middle head practically headbutts him in the chest to force him down. A laugh escaped his beak; damn, this wyvern wanted him so badly. He propped himself up on his elbows to see Ghidorah lowering his heads towards the cyborg's tail. Oh, so that's how far the dragon was willing to go? He was expecting his mate to climb onto him, but he supposed Ghidorah's lack of an entrance meant it couldn't go far taking that route. Technically it could, he just had to be creative again, but he'd rather not make those same mistakes.

Regardless, his eagerness increased as he recalled how it felt last time he penetrated those throats. Yeah, this was more than enough to tide him over, until he finds a way around Ghidorah's lack of proper equipment. He felt a tongue flick out once, twice, searching him down there before locating the slit at the base of his tail. The dragon lets out a strange rumbling noise before dragging his tongue over his cloaca.

Gigan lets out a breath, his mandibles clicking against his beak to make a pleasured sound meant to encourage the dragon. Ghidorah doesn't stop, intent on getting his tongue in there while the other two heads lifted back up to tend to his chest and throat.

The muscles in the base of his tail tightened, as his arousal started to grow. His breaths quicken slightly, resting his chin atop the head tending his throat. Nuzzling into that soft mane, he felt the urge to bite and he couldn't resist it. He felt the dragon's fur and flesh against his teeth and beak, and all three heads paused their administrations.

"Keep going." the cyborg hissed through a mouthful of fluff and to his delight, the dragon not only complied, but doubled his efforts. He never realized before how sensitive the inside of his pocket was, and Ghidorah, however inexperienced he may be, was doing a great job pleasing him. Especially when he sees those massive wings, previously folded, fanning out fully. All that shimmering gold was overtaking his vision. Ghidorah really did notice how much he loved those sails of his and was going out of his way to make them even more erotic by vibrating them, making the light dance across those membranes beautifully. How can Gigan not reward such efforts by allowing the very tip of his member peek out.

At once, the dragon's two free heads immediately gave it his full attention.

"All of it." Ghidorah growled softly.

Damn, so eager. It was difficult to resist taking the dragon's throat right then and there. Gigan's jaws tightened for a moment before letting go, his beak nestling against the dragon's ear as he whispered softly.

"My name first, babe. Say it."

He felt Ghidorah's snout moving against his beak as he pulled back enough to make eye-contact. The corners of the dragon's mouth twist into a smile, the first time he's seen him smile at him. But something wasn't right with that smile and it took him a second to realize what it was. It was less of a pleasant smile and more of a twisted smirk. Matching the hiss in the dragon's voice as he whispered.

"Half-life."

A frown grew on his beak, as his lust-filled mind slowly began to put the pieces together. He never got the chance to react properly, as he felt a terrible pain in his throat, shoving him back down into the rock. His claws shoot up to retaliate, but before he can even touch a scale, he felt another terrible pain.

In his groin.

The scream that escaped him was strangled as Ghidorah's fangs sank into the tip of his member and forced the rest out. A second set of fangs bite into the base and then kept on pulling. Until, with a powerful tug, his entire member was viciously ripped out in a spray of silver blood.

His screech cuts out, choked on the sheer amount of pain coursing through him. His senses were unfocused, made worse when the jaws fastened into his throat fires a Gravity Beam into him. An explosion erupted from the blast and he's released from the vice grip.

Still he cannot move, as sparks came from the wound in his neck and blood continuing to escape from his tail, his claws trembling. He heard and felt footsteps backing off from him, and it takes a moment for his vision to return to focus and he was able to gather himself enough to screech again.

Said screech would only fall on deaf ears.

He can see Ghidorah, his disembodied member between two of those jaws before he ripped it in half and dropped it onto the ground. He then made a point to stomp on it beneath a heavy foot. During all this, the third head kept a cruel glare locked on his subdued form.

He knew what just happened.

The whole thing was a trick.

The mind-control chip had de-activated.