Half-Life

by Cant_Blink

Summary:

Gigan is trying so hard to go the honest route in earning Ghidorah’s forgiveness, but one’s true nature will always come to light eventually. Gigan/Ghidorah.

Chapter 1

Never before has he felt so frustrated over one person...

Or was it three people...?

Eh, it was one person, all three heads spoke as if they were one, so...

He’s getting off track. He casted a glare at the golden dragon, wasting his time destroying plants of all things. This planet drew the serpent in with the promise of life, but the only life here were boring ass plants. Ghidorah didn’t seem to care, he was wiping them out anyway like it was the only thing he could think of.

Gigan wondered if there was anything else better for this three-headed asshole to do.

Guess he shouldn’t expect different. He heard about Ghidorah through his masters. He knew the dragon was created by another race, specifically to destroy. Not that different from himself, actually. He still remembered the days in the nest, back when he was all flesh. And fluff. And eyeball. And more fluff.

He would rather not be reminded of how cloyingly cute he looked, but alas, his masters thought it necessary to keep baby photos of him. And download them into his memories, never to be erased...

Point was!! He used to be mortal, whole, before he was old enough to leave the nest for his first hunt. He never got to enjoy that first hunt, for his Masters came and took him. Changed him. Kept him under that blasted mind-control Ghidorah hated so much. Blamed him for.

As if it was his fault. He wasn’t the one who studied Ghidorah’s creation. He wasn’t the one that got the bright idea to enslave him. Sure he was involved in his capture, but it wasn’t like he was in control of that.

The damn dragon and his damn grudges.

Not that different from himself, actually. Gigan can hold a mean grudge if he ever cared enough to.

Hell, he would probably hate Ghidorah more if it wasn’t for their shared past. Both created, made the way they are, by unnatural means. Both had their Masters destroyed (though from Gigan heard, it was Ghidorah that turned on his own creators, as well as destroyed Gigan’s Masters as revenge). Both were free of the mind-control and free to do and roam as they please.

And here Gigan is, spending that freedom following a dragon that didn’t even want him there.

But it’ll be worth it. He was never one to take “no” for an answer, and he admits, he saw something in Ghidorah. Perhaps it was his massive wings, resembling his own sails but much larger. Or perhaps, it was the gold scales that resembled the original gold feathering of his species. They were beautiful, the way they caught the light, as if from a well-preened female.

Gigan lost his own gleaming feathers a long time ago, gone was the last remnants of what he truly was. In the back of his mind, he wondered if THAT was the true reason why Ghidorah didn’t lust for him the same way.

He shook his head. He knew that was bullshit. He’s been following this dragon long enough to see that he showed no such interest in ANYONE. Not even fellow dragons, it seems, ones that resembled him far more than any other lifeforms he had stored in his memory’s database. No doubt, those draconian creatures served as blue-prints for Ghidorah’s creation. But even then, Gigan saw no courtship behavior, no attempt at casual conversation even. No interest outside of the usual “kill them all”.

Gigan loved the kill as much as the next person, but Ghidorah REALLY needed a hobby.

“Hey,” he called out from his seat upon a sizeable pile of boulders, his voice holding a mechanical edge to it. Ghidorah’s response to his voice was immediate and already full of tension so thick, Gigan can slice through it.

“Leave me alone.” Those words again, Gigan’s heard it plenty and it just sounded like noise to him at this point. So he ignores it, as he gave a casual stretch of his arms and tail, before leaning back on the larger rock behind him.

"Whaddya say we get outta here and go to the bar? Grab some drinks, have some fun. Kill a few folks."

"No."

"Heh, bet you don't even know what the bar is."

"Nor do I need to know." Ghidorah growled, clearly not amused by the cyborg’s playful tone as he turned back to the forest blazing around him. “If you’re there, I want no part of it.”

Gigan frowned, but he doesn’t lose his cool yet. This was all a game of patience, a battle of wills, and he will not be the first to break. He will continue to wear this dragon down until he gives in.

“You’re destroying plants, of all things!” he pushed. “The bar is a much better time than this place. I’ve sharpened these bad boys-” He lifted the blades on his arms for emphasis. “-for the past hour just hoping for something interesting to happen.”

“Then go,” Ghidorah grunted. “Do something useful for once and stop distracting me with your half-life.”

“Oh~?” Well, this is new and served as a confidence boost as he pulls himself up from his seat and steps over towards the golden dragon. “I’m distracting you, am I? Tell me more about my ‘half-life’ then.”

Ghidorah’s left-most head turned to glare at him, while the other two gravity beamed the forest around them.

“I grow tired of having to filter out your presence when I’m looking for new victims to destroy. My crests constantly detecting you and throwing off my hunt for lives more worthy of my time than you will ever be.”

“More worthy?!” He shouldn’t feel so insulted by that, but he does. Especially when the three-headed monster turned away fully. “These are nothing but damn trees you’re wasting time on! They don’t even scream and you think this is more fun than I am?!”

“These trees,” Ghidorah continued without even looking at him. “It gives me great pleasure to snuff out their life-force. They scream in their own way. You, on the other wing, only give me annoyance with your constant blabbering and useless ‘apologies’.”

“Useless apologies?!” Gigan sputtered, his sails fanning open wider with indignation. “You’re lucky you’re getting ANY apologies from me! You know how many others I’ve apologized to? A grand total of ZERO!! But, nooo, apparently that’s not good enough for you!”

“Because I know what a real apology looks like,” Ghidorah growled. “I have seen many who fall at my feet, seeking forgiveness for whatever crime they felt they committed to earn the fate I bestowed on them. I see more genuine regret from those pitiful creatures than I see in you.”

Gigan said nothing for a long moment, the red glow of his eye growing brighter as his anger began to build. But his voice remained calm.

“So basically, you want me to beg at your feet.”

Ghidorah turned his heads again, watching him for a moment before a cruel look grew upon all three of his faces, his own red eyes gleaming.

“That would be a start, wouldn’t it?”

The cyborg’s mandibles and tail-tip clicked loudly with agitation before he breaks eye contact. He should just leave, track the dragon down another day and avoid this bullshit altogether. But if this is what he had to do to finally make some sort of progress...

Ghidorah better be the best lay he ever had.

Swallowing his pride, he stepped closer and with another moment’s hesitation, he lowered himself down. One knee, then both knees. All three of his sails flatten to his back. It was the single hardest thing he has ever done, and he dared not look up at the dragon. He didn’t want his embarrassment to be seen on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled through his teeth.

“For what?” Ghidorah pressed and Gigan’s tail tip gives another sharp click. It takes another moment to respond, resisting his body’s urge to upper-cut the tip of his blade into one of those stupid chins. But he doesn’t and his voice softens.

“For what my Masters did. For what I did. I wasn’t in control, but I’m sorry anyway.”

“Hm...” was the only response he got and he finally gives a single glance towards those three faces. And no sooner than he did that than a golden foot slams itself right into his exposed chin and throat, causing him to fall back. He was stunned for a moment, his senses both organic and mechanic struggled to get back online. He almost missed the words being shot at him with venom. “As if I will ever accept anyone’s apologies, much less yours.”

.....

The amount of sheer rage that boiled from within his core was unbearable. This game, he lost it. He broke as he pushed himself up with his elbows to glare seethingly at this good-for-nothing, piece-of-shit lizard!

“That’s it! I tried playing the nice guy with you, but I’m done.” He pushed himself to his feet, storming over to the three-headed asshole who stands his ground. "I'm done with your damn attitude!"

“Then leave, or die.”

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you? But I’m not leaving empty-handed. I’m getting what I want, whether you like it or not!”

He swiped for Ghidorah’s middle head with a scythe, the dragon pulling back with the slightest of nicks. Without hesitation, he slammed all three heads into Gigan’s chest to push him away. But the cyborg was not so easily swayed, as he kept his footing and jumped for him with an arm raised. His sights remained on the dragon’s middle head and he just needed one good hit to-

A Gravity Beam met his chest, causing him to fall to the ground. More beams around him brought rubble exploding from the ground and onto his face and chest. Before he can recover, he felt a heavy weight crash onto him, Ghidorah’s feet planted on his shoulders, wisely avoiding the buzzsaw on Gigan’s chest.

Those red eyes glared down at him, those three mouths opening to no doubt unleash another blast of energy. Gigan wasn’t giving him the chance and lifted his tail up, lunging it forward to stab the end into the dragon’s back.

This got a shriek, as a spray of blood escapes from the wound. Gigan gathered his strength, pulling his tail back to get Ghidorah’s weight off his shoulders. He shifted to get to his feet and swung a blade towards the middle head, but it struck the side head that thrashed in the way.

But Ghidorah can’t pull away from Gigan’s grip, those sharp ends fastening onto his spine. One wrong move would cause irreversible damage and clearly, Ghidorah was unused to having blood drawn. Those scales were hard and durable but even they were no match for the weapons the cyborg yielded.

Such a shame though, that he had to stain those beautiful scales.

It’ll be worth it though, as he makes another swipe and successfully landed the tip of his blade directly into the base of Ghidorah’s middle skull, behind the horns where his mane met scales.

Got it!

The jolt that went through the dragon’s body can be felt, and Gigan couldn’t stop a smirk on his face as he met the wide eyes of his newest victim.

“What’s wrong, Ghiddy? Did you forget?” He opened the blades of his tail tip, and pulled his tail free of Ghidorah’s back violently, with another spray of blood. Ghidorah lets out another shriek, but he doesn’t run. “I know far more about you than you’re willing to admit. Have you never wondered how I’m able to track you down so well? You think being mind-controlled left you unscarred?”

The cyborg struck again with a blade; this time, across the dragon’s chest to draw more blood, causing Ghidorah to stumble backwards. Gigan snickered, stepping forward.

“You still have that chip,” He lifted a scythe once more, tapping the pointed tip right into the wound he left in Ghidorah’s head. He can see the blood already beginning to mat into that oh-so-luxurious mane. “The same chip my Masters and I activated when we first met, remember? Of course you do, that’s why you never tried to kill me, huh? Because you knew that I can do it all over again.”

The blade tenderly moved from the wound left down to the dragon’s mane and all the way down that neck, tracing the dragon’s blood onto those scales. “I wanted to go the honest route for once, thought you would be worth the trouble. Figured it was the least I could do.”

Ghidorah still does nothing to fight back, even when Gigan kicked him and sent him crashing down onto his wounded back. Another shriek escapes, but this one was filled with anger. Gigan can see it, the way the dragon’s muscles convulsed beneath those scales. Ghidorah was fighting the chip, a battle sure to be lost.

“I guess I should thank your Masters as well as my own,” Gigan continued as the dragon carried on his mental struggle to keep control. “For being a cowardly bunch, they chose such a strategic spot to ensure you can NEVER truly be free. For all your grandeur, you always were just a pawn for someone else. Even without the mind-control, all you’ve ever done was follow the programming given to you like a goddamn robot. Yet you call me the half-life?”

He planted a foot onto Ghidorah’s chest, staring down at those six eyes that began to lose focus. “Well, this ‘half-life’ owns you now. So let the fun begin~.”

Chapter 2

Summary:

A shorter chapter, detailing Ghidorah trying his best to fight against the mind-control.

He knew this day was coming.

In the back of his mind, he knew. All this time, no matter the annoyance this half-life caused him, he avoided a fight. Every fiber of his being, every instinct, urged him to kill this creature every second of the day. The crescent moons on his heads, so good at detecting even the smallest trace of life, now served to add to the annoyance. Frustration is not an emotion he felt often, but there’s nothing more infuriating than a life he can’t kill.

Very few received the exception from his “death to all” game. The first one that came to mind are the creatures of Earth. While he is easily able to defeat any one of the kaiju inhabitants, they had a nasty habit of ganging up on him. He only had to visit the world once to know it wasn’t worth coming back.

But rather, he would prefer to never come back, because so many races seem to have their sights set on that mudball of a planet and were intent on using HIM as their method of assault. He hated it, he hated them. Any race that dared to try and control him, he made it his personal mission to exterminate every last trace of them! A vain attempt to rectify the humiliation he had to endure. Killing them all was the easy part; the difficulty comes in forgetting. Forgetting that, at any moment, he can be taken advantage of again.

He was never able to forget.

He was never able to forget this half-life’s contribution to one of those incidents. He will never forgive, no matter what this cyborg did for him. He wanted NOTHING to do with this stupid creature, and yet, it would follow him.

No matter where he went, this half-life would follow. Didn’t matter how fast Ghidorah flew, the creature matched that speed. Even if he managed to lose him, the cyborg would always find him again. And now, he understood how.

There really was no escaping this fate, was there?

The seething anger and hatred grew tenfold at the thought, at the sight of the idiot half-life glowering over him triumphantly. It was getting hard to focus, but those words... Those words of him being nothing but a pawn penetrated his mind and gave him that focus. He was nobody’s pawn. This isn’t over, not yet...

It took strength to Gravity Beam straight into the half-life’s face, knocking him over and off of him. Pain erupts from his wounds as he righted himself, and his legs felt unstable as a dizzy feeling takes him. He wanted so badly to kill the cyborg, but he knew he was in no condition to do so. Instead, he kicked off into the air and fled.

The chip’s grip was growing, sending more convulsions through his neck and shoulders and almost having him lose grip of the air. He had to keep his concentration; he’s been through this enough to know that he had to stay conscious, fight blacking out. The moment he falls into the darkness, it would all be over...

Every one of his senses was going hay-wire. His horns struggled to keep his sense of balance straight, and he had no idea where he was going. His crests gave false readings of life. Giant lifeforms far larger than any he’s ever sensed before chased him, haunting him. But there was nothing there.

The chip has claimed the three brains in his heads. Gone was his sense of rationality, causing great fear of those imaginary monsters chasing him. Gone was his ability to make logical decisions, his body now rendered by pure instinct.

And an immeasurable desire to kill.

His chest housed a fourth brain, one designed solely for his prey-drive, for the murderous impulses that dictated his purpose. Now without the three head brains to focus those instincts into something productive, he wanted to kill everything in sight. Even the rocks below him weren’t safe, his malfunctioning crests convincing him they were all alive. Worse yet, the murderous impulses were even directed between the three heads.

The middle head especially was targeted, as the source of the pain.

The two side heads bit into the middle head. Get rid of the pain, make it stop. The pain was growing as those fangs dug into the scales and fur. Rip it all off, rip the whole head off! Without a sense of logic, the dragon was now failing to understand that doing such a thing would kill him. Thankfully, the need to kill faded as the fourth brain was rendered unconscious.

His jaws went slack and his wings gave out, as the chip’s grip over his fifth and final brain grew. That one was located in the lower part of his abdomen and allowed control of his body; so massive he was that he needed an entire brain dedicated solely to the task. More spasms overtook him, as he crashed into the ground.

This was it, the end of the line. Even with his best efforts, it was all hopeless.

The last thing he saw was the half-life, homing in on him. He heard the disgusting creature land close-by.

Then...

Nothing.

-

Gigan was wise to keep his distance, as he watched the dragon’s body stiffen for a few seconds before convulsing wildly. His legs kicked, his tails thrashed, releasing the poisonous gasses contained in the barbed pouches at their ends. The poison gas didn’t concern the cyborg, his system will filter that out easily. No, he was more wary of the thrashing.

It was a full-on seizure, foam erupting from all three of those mouths. A gravity beam or two would also erupt from a mouth randomly and uncontrollably, as his chest muscles were no doubt spasming over the energy sacs.

He’s seen this process once before, but he didn’t remember it lasting this long or being this intense. He wondered if he perhaps struck too hard, damaged the chip and now it was doing irreversible damage to Ghidorah’s brain.

A shame if that were to happen.

The seizure was short-lived, lasting less than a minute before the hydra slowly went limp. Ensuring his filters were in perfect working order with a short cough, Gigan ventured closer. Not often he can get close enough to get a proper examination done.

The scales were even more beautiful up close, and it excited him, knowing the dragon was now HIS and his alone. It shouldn’t be long before Ghidorah regains consciousness and the cyborg was giddy to test out his newfound control over such a powerful being.

Each moment was agonizingly slow, and he distracted himself trailing the tip of a claw over those scales.

At last, Gigan spotted movement as a head shifted slightly. Then one pair of eyes slowly blinked. Then another set. Then the last pair. A smirk grows over his beak, as he applied a bit more pressure to his stroking to draw the dragon’s attention. Those red eyes were unfocused and glassy as the heads turn towards him.

“Welcome back,” he gloated, wasting no time in finishing the process and seeding his expectations into that vulnerable mind. “I’m your new Master. You will follow every order I make of you. Your life, and your body, will be devoted to me. Got it?”

There was silence for a moment, long enough that Gigan began second-guessing if the chip worked. Probably wise to keep his distance until he was certain tha-

“Yes.”

Oh. Great!

Ghidorah’s voice was soft, sleepy even, but it did nothing to quell Gigan’s excitement. His sails fanned out wider as he snickered, giving a small tap of his claw onto those scales. “Why don’t you say ‘hello’ to your new Master?”

“Hello.”

He did it, for once this damn dragon was listening to him!! It was difficult to hide his joy and even more difficult to hide his impatience, not even waiting for Ghidorah to fully recover from the experience. He wanted to experiment, see what he can get away with and have some fun! “On your feet.”

Ghidorah blinked again, as if to clear his vision to focus on Gigan. There was the unmistakable spark of recognition in those eyes, but the dragon nonetheless stood up as he was told. His legs were a bit shaky, his wings folded down, but he managed to steady himself. All six of those eyes remain fastened on the smaller kaiju.

Gigan lets out another chuckle. So many ideas flowed through his head, and he wanted to jump into all of them so badly. But no, let’s take this one step at a time, nice and slow. Not like the wyvern was going to go anywhere anytime soon, so he could enjoy himself a bit before-

“I hate you,” Ghidorah hissed with venom. “I hate you so much. When I break free, I’m going to kill you like the rest.”

“Oh?” Gigan started, his confidence not at all wavering as he moved closer. Using a claw to hook around the neck of the middle head, he pulled that face down closer to his own. Ghidorah lets out a growl, but there was no actual physical resistance to the action. He really was completely helpless here, and Gigan reveled in it as he continued. “Too bad you will never get the chance. You’re mine...”

His toothed beak met with the golden snout of his new slave, mocking him with the gesture. There was another growl, which brings another cackle from the cyborg. “Now... say, ‘I forgive you’.”

Oh, the amount of satisfaction he felt giving that order. It only got better as the dragon’s growls gave way to those words.

“I forgive you.”

There was no hesitation in saying that, which only seemed to make the dragon angrier. Which in turn, only fueled Gigan’s glee and excitement. “You can’t even fight against simple words, much less what I have in store just for you...”

The growling returned, this time louder. No doubt, the dragon dreaded the horror that laid ahead. And horror indeed, as Gigan’s smirk widened, leaning closer and...

“We’re going to the bar. Now.”

With that announcement, Gigan lets go of the hydra’s head. He turned and walked away a couple of steps before flattening his sails and taking off into the air. He glanced behind him at the dragon, those red eyes still boring into him before those massive wings spread open.

It took a few flaps to take off, Ghidorah visibly in pain as he does so from his injuries. But despite the pain, he has no choice but to follow. And Gigan will make sure that he will never have a choice in anything ever again.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Gigan takes Ghidorah on their first “date” to the bar. We learn a few things about this three-headed dragon.

Normally, the flight from a planet into the void of space was the most satisfying part of his mission.

The thought of the carnage he left behind, a planet burning beneath him and rendered completely uninhabitable. The complete extermination of life, the knowledge that it was all from his own hard work. He adored the strength of his wings fighting the gravitational pull, the feeling of the air thinning, and at last, the weightlessness of space.

The sight of the stars all around, promising more worlds for him to destroy. So many lives to toy with.

The wave of cosmic energy that would hit his scales, rejuvenating him. Feeding off the energy through the membrane of his wings, healing his wounds and restoring his strength for the journey ahead. Under normal circumstances, he would then cocoon himself within an asteroid produced by his own body, reducing himself to a pure energy form. Content and happy, he would fall into dormancy, his asteroid drawn towards planets one after another until his moon-shaped crests would pick up signs of life to awaken him once more.

But this was not normal circumstances and as he flies higher through this world’s atmosphere, the only thing that coursed through him was not satisfaction, but anger, hatred, frustration...

And dread...

Breaking free of the planet’s hold, Ghidorah felt the cosmic waves flowing over him, speeding his regeneration to be almost instantaneous. The pain coursing through his back with every stroke of his wings had disappeared.

The pain in his middle head, however, remained. The injury there has healed, but the newly-active chip gave a very uncomfortable sensation. He wanted to chew at the spot, scratch at it with a foot, but he knew it was useless. Even if he could will his body to perform the action, chewing and clawing it out would only result in his own death.

Granted, death would probably be preferable to what fate the half-life had in store for him.

He kept glancing back towards the planet. He wasn’t used to leaving a world only half-destroyed. It went against every fiber of his being and his impulses fought against the mind-control in vain. Always in vain.

His glare fastened on the cyborg, and the light from the blue giant star that reflected off the metal armor was almost blinding. It was obnoxious, as was the look of expectation given to him. He wanted to just fly off in the opposite direction, just to spite him, but of course, he couldn’t. Absolutely infuriating, being trapped in a body that was no longer his to control.

At the silent order, Ghidorah felt his wings fold close and his tails moving to curl around himself. All three of his heads lowered, his legs tucked in and wings wrapping around himself. Red wisps like flames came from his scales, until it engulfed him and his body became energy. Stone began forming around him, its minerals perfect for holding his vast energy and absorbing in more cosmic rays to ensure he did not weaken during his hibernation.

At least in said hibernation, he can forget...

-

“Your name is Ghidorah. You were created to be ultimate weapon.”

Those telepathic words have been imprinted in his mind for as long as he could remember. Repeated over and over, his Masters would put these thoughts into his mind, to the point where it provided some level of comfort to the young dragon.

And at this stage of his development, comfort was very important.

There was darkness around him, even in a well-lit sterile room beyond the membrane that held him. His eyelids were still sealed, having not yet opened to experience the light he would instinctively seek out as an adult. His ears were still closed, and his scales were soft. Occasionally, one of his tongues would flick out, but the only scent he would pick out was his own, in the nourishing goo around him.

His only real sense was that of his well-developed crests. He could feel irresistible auras, all around him. Every so often, several of these auras would get closer, more potent, so close that his three jaws would snap open through instinct. Muscles in his chest would tighten, but the organs housing his gravity beams has not yet fully matured and held no energy within.

He would calm when the auras faded back into the noise. He still desired them, though, and every time he woke from his sleep, he would test the boundaries of his egg, kicking at the membrane uselessly. But the day will come closer, when he will be ready to emerge. Then he can snuff out those auras, and it would be amazing.

"The Universe is a terrifying place,” the message would continue. “You will make it safer, for all of us."

Safer.

He felt pretty safe now, growing steadily within his warm confines. He had never experienced fear, or pain, and it would take several more weeks before he had his first taste of it...

He had grown substantially, easily twice the size he once was just weeks ago. His wings were growing the fastest, wrapped tight around him like an extra blanket within the membrane. Said membrane was expanding, stretching over his scales. Those scales were more developed, a distinct keeled look to each one. His eyes were open, sleepy and unfocused, but he saw the light.

He wanted that light...

Especially when he felt the aura growing stronger. His red eyes can make out movement, a blurred shadow looming by him. The impulse to lash out at it was powerful, and already two of his three jaws had opened. By now, only sparks escaped and deteriorates into the goo.

“The Universe is a terrifying place,” the message replayed again, but this time, it added more. “It’s filled with violent races that seek to destroy those who only wish to live in peace. You will be the savior that fights for those innocents, that cleanses the universe of those dark forces. But first...”

He felt something odd, brushing against the mane of his middle head. The first time a foreign object touches him. It lacked an aura, but nonetheless, his left head automatically moved to bite the thing with tiny fangs, an-

A stabbing pain came from the back of his middle head. His legs kicked out, the membrane stretching from the movement, but not yet giving out. His wings and tails push against his home, his prison, as he tried to escape the pain.

The sharpness left just as quickly as it had appeared, but it left the pain behind, as well as a very wrong feeling. Like something foreign on his body. IN his body.

“You will hold great power and to focus that power, we have given you a gift...”
-

Ghidorah snapped awake even before the half-life gave the signal that they have arrived. It was not often he had dreams like that, reliving such old memories. It honestly pissed him off.

A gift, that’s what his old Masters called it. Even back then, he knew that was completely false. By ‘focus’, they meant kept under THEIR control. This damn chip and all the trouble it caused has plagued him even before he hatched! If he had lungs and the concept of sighing, he would have done so at this moment. Seems even in hibernation, he cannot be left in peace.

It takes a moment before he was calm enough to notice the presence of lifeforms, many more besides the cyborg that held him hostage. He felt the vibration of his stone cocoon, hears the muffled voice of the half-life calling out to him.

Wait, hear him? That means there has to be an atmosphere. He didn’t feel the impact of striking a planet or another celestial body.

“Wake up!” the half-life continued, still banging against the asteroid for no reason other than to annoy him, he’s sure.

Ugh, just hearing that stupid voice made him wanna go back into hibernation, much less the damn incessant knocking. But alas, he felt his own energy escape the stone, rendering it to dust before he took form. He opened his eyes, and his sight was immediately assaulted with pink. A vivid purple-pink everywhere.

Where was he?

He looked around, the haze stretching in all directions with no sign of an end. All six of his eyes swept the area before all meeting right at the cyborg.

"The bar is over there," The half-life told him, pointing a claw towards a nearby asteroid. "Clean yourself up. I want you looking your best. Y’know, before I ruin you."

Ghidorah lets out a growl at those words, and that growl gets even louder as he automatically moved to groom himself. He always took pride in his appearance, as a dragon should. But as much as he enjoyed grooming, the fact he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to took away all enjoyment.

It isn’t made better by how the half-life was watching him. Damn thing enjoying the show? He wanted to gravity beam that face. Especially when he starts flying closer. Ghidorah felt himself go on edge, wanting to move away to keep the distance, but his body refused to stop cleaning itself.

Unfortunately, it was the half-life himself that stopped the grooming session, one of his claws once more hooking around the back of his middle head and pulling him down.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” came the retort. “Especially with any of your damn back-talk.”

Ghidorah narrowed his eyes, especially when the crest on his forehead was touched by the half-life’s other claw. His crest was glowing quite strongly, as it tended to do when a high concentration of life-energy was nearby. They were quite sensitive and he did not like the sensation of anyone touching them, much less this disgrace of a kaiju.

He nonetheless held still as the half-life examined his crests for whatever reason before he caught a whisper.

“You feel them, don’t you? This is what you mean with your crests ‘filtering’ my presence. They never glowed this brightly for me.” The half-life’s voice had a very odd edge to it. It almost sounded like this fool was...

Was he jealous?! That didn’t make sense to the dragon. Why in the void would he be jealous over something like this? He can’t control how brightly his crests glowed; it all depended on the size and number of the lifeforms in the area! It’s not his fault this idiot had his aura tainted so badly and was hardly considered alive! But Ghidorah didn’t respond with these sharp words no matter how much he wanted to, the chip rendering his tongue frozen. All he can do is hide a wince when the claw tapped against the moon-shaped structure.

He heard a grunt before the cyborg continued in a cold tone, despite the foul smirk on his beak. “Remember when I said we can kill a few folks here? I lied. For once, you’re going to have some damn self-control and not kill any of them. Got it?”

There was a slight widening of his eyes. Never before has he been given an order that so blatantly went against what he was created for. His old Masters, every other alien race that took advantage of him, wanted him to kill. Sure, they wanted specific targets killed, but killed nonetheless. But this... IDIOT decides he was going to waste his time, waste his talents, for... WHATEVER it was that one did at these ‘bars’. He was convinced the cyborg was only doing this to irritate him further, and it was working! If he wasn’t pissed off before, he definitely was now!

“Yes.” That word still escaped him, monotone and lacking any of the anger fuming within his mind. And it only gets worse when it rouses a snicker from the half-life and he felt that metal-coated beak touch the scales of his snout. The left mandible seemed to caress under his jaw, the cyborg moving it side-to-side against his skin. He wanted to pull away, willed every fiber of his body to get him away, but he can’t move.

“You missed a spot.”

What was that supposed to me-

He froze when he felt something wet and warm slide against the scales of his face. His right head could see the half-life running his tongue along his snout and lips. He had no idea what to do with this, as nobody has ever made such moves towards him before. He didn’t like it, at all! He wanted to bite, to blast the half-life in the face, push him away with his heads. ANYTHING!!

But he can’t do anything, except endure.

He closed his eyes, all six of his eyes, just counting the seconds for this to be over. He felt the creature’s tongue push into his mouth, and the urge to bite down and tear it off was through the roof! It was so damn frustrating, and the seconds crawled slower in his mind before finally, the half-life pulled away.

“Hm,” he heard from the cyborg, his middle-set of eyes opening to see the face just inches from his own. The glare he gave was intense, but the other kaiju doesn’t seem bothered. If anything, the half-life seemed encouraged to rest his beak on his nose as he chuckled. “We’ll work on it~.”

Ghidorah didn’t want to work on anything except this thing’s death. How DARE this inferior creature pulled such a stunt with him, and to think, it was only going to go downhill from here! Swear, for every second he had to wait during that, he was going to make the cyborg suffer ten times longer when he breaks free from this! But he couldn’t speak any of the thoughts going through his mind. Damn this chip, taking away everything including his voice!

He felt the claw holding his head down slide off, the edge teasing the fur of his mane before the creature turned away.

“Let’s go.”

He flew towards the asteroid he pointed out the bar being on. Ghidorah lingered where he was for a moment, but alas, his wings gave a flap through the atmosphere and followed after him.

-

“Hey, McLegsalot!”

“Don’t call me that,” came the retort as Gigan sat down and made himself comfortable. A winged centipede-like kaiju squinted ten beady eyes at the cyborg, his antennae brushing against his face and chest. The four pairs of arms cleaning the glasses slow to a halt. “Gigan?”

“Scolopendra. Long time, no see. Loving my new look?”

“This is what you’re doing to undo your ban? Slap on a new paintjob and pretend you’re someone else?”

“Nah, if I was going to do that, I’d put on chainsaws instead of these,” Gigan responded, lifting the blades on his arms. “Less obvious that way. Anyway, what’s a little ban between friends, huh? Mind giving me the usual?”

“I’m not giving you anything. I-” The centipede cuts himself off, glancing off to the side before muttering. “Look, man, I ain’t losing my job over this. Last time you were here, we had to rebuild everything from the ground up thanks to your little drunken tirades. Like hell, we’re doing all that again.”

Gigan waved a claw dismissively. “Don’t worry your pretty little antennas over it-”

“It’s antennae, you dumb fuck.”

“-I’m not here to make a mess. I just want a nice, quiet time. Honest. So-”

“HA!”

“-Soooo,” Gigan drawled, refusing to back down from this little game. “Why don’t you just give me a drink and we can carry on the night like usual.”

“What part of ‘you’re banned from this establishment’ do you not understand? Hell, if Mr. Mavex finds you here-”

“And I told you, not to worry about it. Your boss won’t even have time to think about you, much less fire you.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how this works.”

“It will, trust me. Y’see, I brought along a date an-”

“Oh, for fuck sake, Gigan,” the centipede interrupted, shaking his head as the cyborg glanced over his shoulder and gave a loud shrill whistling noise. “How many times do I have to say this, I’m not going to...”

The centipede’s voice trailed off, as all the patrons within a ten-mile radius suddenly went quiet. A very large three-headed silhouette loomed at the entrance towering above all other customers, long serpentine necks lowering as Ghidorah entered the doorway. Gigan found the silence to be amazing, and he gave a smirk as the many-legged kaiju reared up to eye-level with his four clear wings fanned out. Typical defensive stance, never gets old seeing it.

“I’d like you to meet Ghidorah,” he started in a smug tone. “King Ghidorah. I’m sure you’ve heard of him, yes?”

At once, everyone made a hurry to vacate the vicinity, as Scolopendra glared at the cyborg. “You led that thing right to us! Are you insane?!” Gigan knew he didn’t have to answer that, but he does anyway with a cheeky little grin.

“Only a little.”

He glanced back at Ghidorah, whose six eyes were locked on the smaller creatures fleeing from him. He can see the spark of bloodlust in those eyes, the familiar instincts to give chase and end them all. But as expected, the dragon could do no such thing. At least-

“Now, about that ban...” Gigan continued casually, as everything ran amok behind him. “I told him not to do any harm to anyone, but if you really insist on denying me drinks...” He reveled in the angry look the bartender gave to him and he settled his blades on the bar, propping himself up a bit as he leaned closer. “I’ll take the usual, yeah? For two.”

Those eyes stay locked on him for a long moment before Scolopendra finally backed off and went to prepare his drinks. That’s more he liked it and he leaned back on his seat. “Glad you can listen to reason, Legs. I’m sure your boss will too.” He heard a nasty grumble from the bug but he disregards it as his eye returns to his golden prize, who was now staring at the bartender intensely.

“Hey,” he called out, earning the dragon’s attention. He nodded towards the chair beside him. Ghidorah glanced towards it and wandered over. It was adorably awkward, watching the dragon attempt to sit on a chair a bit too small for him. Gigan couldn’t keep in a chuckle. “Lean on me~”

It still delighted him, that Ghidorah could do nothing to resist his orders. He felt the hydra press up against his side, those scales felt cold compared to their surroundings, but the cyborg didn’t mind. He nuzzled his beak against that golden hide, his mandibles nipping playfully before the bartender returned with his order.

“Good man,” Gigan snickered, his tail moving to clasp onto the glass. He caught Scolopendra eyeing at the dragon as he placed the glass down in front of him, and he was quick to show off his prize. “Told you I had a date.”

“A date?” Scolopendra responded skeptically. “Or another one of your meatshields?”

“Hey, hey, no need to be like that.” Gigan gave a chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. Ah, still tasted the same as he remembered. He took a bigger gulp. “And what do you mean, ANOTHER meatshield? Don’t act like you don’t miss those old days. All the plundering and pilfering, great times.” Another gulp. “Not my fault you got yourself trapped in here.”

“Pretty sure it was,” the centipede grumbled. “When you threw me under the bus while you ran away like a coward.”

“Like a pirate~.”

“Like a coward.”

“Meh, don’t take it so personal, Legs. I was going to come back for you, but you were already gone and now...” Another swig. “Who am I to tell you this ‘honest’ life is boring? After all, you're giving me free drinks.”

“This piece of work...” Scolopendra hissed with another shake of his head, before looking to Ghidorah. “And you’re dating this? What do you even see in him?”

The cyborg gave a short, sharp laugh as he brought his glass back up to his beak for another go, intending to respond for his partner when-

“No, I’m not ‘dating’ him.” Gigan heard Ghidorah growl softly and he sputtered mid-gulp. But the dragon doesn’t stop, maintaining direct eye-contact with him with all six eyes. “The half-life coward did the same to me, tried to abandon me in a fight. Watching Godzilla blast him out of the sky was the single most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen.”

Moment of silence, as Gigan glared towards his slave harshly. Didn’t he tell this asshole not to speak unless spoken t-

Dammit, Scolopendra spoke to him and now this bastard was taking every advantage of it to ruin everything! Well, two can play at that game. Glancing at the centipede, who was now giving him a Look, he pushed the drink closer to his partner.

“Heh, stop kidding around, babe. Tell the bug you’re joking.”

The smirk returned to Gigan’s face as Ghidorah did as told immediately. “You’re joking.” AND that smirk died just as quickly as it appeared.

Oh, this smartass mother-fuckin’ piece of-

Without warning, he struck a blade across the chest of the dragon, who jolts back and loses balance from his chair. The ground trembled from the impact as he fell, and Gigan gave his partner no time to recover as he stomped a foot onto the gash he left. This earned a pained snarl from the dragon, but Ghidorah does nothing to retaliate as the cyborg once more hooked a claw around that middle head, leaning in to hiss directly into this asshole’s ear.

“How about this: You don’t speak, at all, unless I directly address you. Now shut up, and drink your damn glass.”

They continued to lock glares for a moment, before Gigan lets him go and sits back on his seat. Ghidorah took a moment to get up, blood seeping from the wound but he does nothing to tend to himself. He instead looked at the drink, glanced at Gigan’s glass, then back to his own. The middle head leaned down and a forked tongue slipped out his mouth and barely brushes the surface of the drink.

“Well?” Gigan persisted impatiently. “I said, drink.”

The dragon growled but said nothing as he began lapping up the drink. And no sooner had he done that, that he began gagging and what liquid he managed to swallow came right back up, seeping from the corners of his mouth. He opened said mouth and allowed it to spill its contents onto the bar.

“Oh, what the hell!?” Scolopendra barked, jumping back as the puddle sparked for a moment before petering out. The multi-legged kaiju shot a glare at the cyborg. “You said no messes!”

“Oh, ho~!!” Gigan chortled, ignoring the bug. “Didn’t take you to be THAT much of a lightweight! Or does it really taste that bad?” He shot Scolopendra a teasing look, but the centipede was having no more of his shenanigans, leaving the mess with them as he resumed cleaning glasses on the OTHER end of the bar. Meh, whatever, Gigan had better entertainment next to him. “Drink the whole thing, babe. It gets better as you go.”

His tail clasped Ghidorah’s glass, holding it to the dragon’s lips. Of course, Ghidorah couldn’t refuse and opened his mouth to receive the drink. And no sooner did it go down his throat than his stomach gave another heave to expel it. Well then...

“Seriously, it can’t be that bad,” Gigan grunted, glancing at the glass. He was a little bit annoyed that his new partner was having this reaction to his favorite drink. “Is the taste too strong for you?”

Ghidorah glared at him with venom before responding in that beautiful monotoned voice. “I taste nothing.”

...

Gigan would blink his eye if he could; he wasn’t sure what answer he was expecting to hear, but that certainly wasn’t it. Was this dragon serious? Who’s he kidding, of course this dragon was serious! He really can’t taste anything? Then why was he spitting it all out? Can he not drink alcohol? Did the hydra’s body take it as a toxin and thus something to be rid of? Time to find out...

“Hey, Scoli!”

“Clean it up yourself.”

“Not that, you idiot. I need you to give a glass of water. Just. Water.”

The centipede doesn’t even turn to look at him, continuing to clean before placing one of those glasses down and filling it with ice water before sliding it over to the cyborg. Gigan stopped it with a blade before pushing it pointedly towards the dragon.

“How about this one?”

“I said, I taste nothing.”

“Don’t care. You’re still going to drink this.”

Ghidorah sneered at him as he turned to the water. This time, he took it with one of his jaws, teeth closed over the glass delicately yet firmly. It looked a bit awkward to the cyborg, but he imagined the hydra didn’t have many situations where he would need to manipulate objects. Ghidorah took a sizeable gulp from it, and just as the alcohol had done previously, so too did this water. The dragon heaved and out it all came, all over the floor with more sparks.

Gigan watched this for a moment, less than amused. So the dragon can’t consume ANYTHING at all; did his creators not see a purpose in it? Well, isn’t that just great! Ghidorah really was being a pain in the ass right now, wasn’t he? All he wanted was a night of fun with his future mate, show him off, get them both plastered before the main event. But of course that can’t happen, can it? The dragon just had to make fools out of both of them. He lets out a huff, forcing a crooked smile onto his beak. He will have his fun, Ghidorah be fucked.

“Fine, more for me. Keep ‘em coming, Legs! We’re gonna be here a while.”

Chapter 4

Summary:

NSFW!! NSFW-NSFW-NSFW!! Contains graphic sexual content. This is the smut chapter where Gigan decides to have some fun with Ghidorah, and it’s anything but consensual.

Notes:

Been unsure as to whether to include this chapter in the main story, or have it as a side-oneshot. But I decided to include it here to streamline the story and not have people go back and forth between two story entries. Any who wish to skip this chapter, I will leave a non-smut summary of major plot development that happens in this chapter, so you're not left out of the loop.

Ghidorah wasn’t sure what he expected from a ‘bar’, and from what he’s seen so far, he’s less than impressed.

Especially when the half-life kept insisting on leaning against him, laughing obnoxiously at whatever pointless story he was rambling about. As if the dragon cared to hear any of it. He cared more about the lifeforms he was still sensing for miles around. They were all so small and weak; it would be so easy to fly out of here and blast them all. Destroy this entire establishment! Imagine how good that would feel, the dose of euphoria his crests would give with each life snuffed out. He can definitely use a moment of distraction right now.

But no... He’s stuck here, surrounded by lifeforms that he wasn’t allowed to harm, much less kill. All because of this blabbering idiot, who only seemed to get more stupid the more he drinks. He didn’t know how it was possible, but it was happening.

“Hey, Ghiddy!” If this half-life calls him that one more time... "Ghiddy!"

For every ‘Ghiddy’ he hears, he noted to add an extra hour to the torture he had planned for this cyborg.

“GHIDDY!!” Okay, that one was TWO hours, just for shouting it so close to his ear. He closed all six of his eyes, tails twitching with agitation before he was forced to respond through gritted teeth.

“Yes?”

“Your Masters were a real piece of work, you know that?” As if he needed to be reminded. “That they won’t even let you enjoy the simple things in life, like food and drinks, it’s insane.” Ghidorah doesn’t respond, not because the chip wouldn’t permit it, but because he didn’t want to encourage the half-life to continue. Doesn’t stop him from continuing anyway. “I took you here, to show you what an actual good time looks like; that it’s so much better than killing trees. But noooo, you’re just making this so difficult. You’re always making things difficult, all because you blame me for something I didn’t even do.”

Okay, now Ghidorah wanted to say something but his voice wouldn’t work. Probably because he had nothing good to say here. Like hell this cyborg ‘did nothing’. Even disregarding his contributions to capturing him, this piece of work tried to abandon him TWICE in a fight Ghidorah didn’t ask to be in. Did he really think something like THAT would earn his good graces?

But his mouth would not utter these words, no matter how hard he tried. No, he just had to stand here in this uncomfortable position.

“You’re so damn lucky you’re hot,” the cyborg continued. “I wouldn’t even bother with anyone else, but you...” He didn’t like the way this half-life looked at him, nor the feeling of one of those bladed arms brushing over the scales of his shoulder. “You just look so damn fuckable.” He winced as the half-life ran his tongue over his mouth; why does he keep doing that?! Worst part about it, he felt the other claw hook onto his horns, holding him in place. He could do nothing to resist it, even as his mouth is intruded. He can feel it against the roof of his mouth, wrapping around his own tongue.

He thought he would only have to endure this for a few seconds, but not this time. The cyborg leaned against him, pushing him back against the bar. He felt pain from the gash left on his chest, and every instinct told him to shove the blue kaiju away. He didn’t even bother to try to act on those instincts; he knew it wouldn’t do anything.

The half-life was really pushing against him now, so much so that he felt the blades of that chest-saw digging into his scales. A few even punctured through, earning a flinch from him. His wings folded shut, just so he can brace them against the bar and avoid falling back any further.

Finally, the cyborg pulled his tongue out of his mouth but he didn’t back off of him.

“Say my name, babe.”

......

Ghidorah narrowed his eyes, but his answer came without malice in his tone. “Half-life.”

The pain was expected, but no less horrific. The saw pressing against him suddenly went off, only for a few seconds. But it was enough to rip through his scales and flesh, spraying blood, and getting a shriek from him. And a contemptuous laugh from the cyborg.

“Half-life, huh?! Want to call me that again, Ghiddy?!”

Ghidorah snarled at him hatefully, teeth bared and body frozen. Those blades were still embedded in the muscles of his chest and underbelly. But he knew it would take no real effort from the cyborg to go in deeper, to slice through his rib-cage and disembowel him completely. He didn’t know if he would have enough cosmic energy in his reserves to repair that kind of damage.

“Gigan. That’s my name. Say it.”

“Gigan.” came his response in that stupid monotone the chip forced him to speak in. It didn’t matter to him what this creature’s name was. He will always be ‘half-life’ in his mind, because it’s TRUE. And this idiot can lie to himself as much as he wants, force him to call him by whatever name he wants. Doesn’t change the truth.

And of course, the cyborg remained oblivious to these thoughts.

“Good,” the smaller kaiju hissed. “I don’t want to hear ‘half-life’ come out of your mouth again, got it?” All three of Ghidorah’s heads gave a single nod and the cyborg’s smirk grew over his beak as he leaned his face in close once more. There’s that tongue again, sliding over his lips and pushing past his teeth. Just close his eyes and it’ll be over soon. It’ll be over soo-

Wait, what was THAT?!

He felt something poke against him, far too low on the cyborg’s body to be any of his saw-blades. His left set of eyes opened and peered down to see-

“Hey, hey, hey!!” came an unexpected yell, and both of them looked towards the lifeform behind the bar. The many-legged kaiju glared at them, particularly at the half-life. “Take that shit outside. Nobody wants to see that!”

The cyborg watched this lifeform for a moment, that stupid smirk never leaving him beak before he returned his attention to the dragon. “Ain’t nobody around to see.”

“By ‘nobody’, I meant me!” the insect continued indignantly. “We’re not running THAT kind of establishment. Either dial it back or get out!”

The half-life ran that tongue over his own beak and mandibles for a moment, once more maintaining eye contact with the insect. After a long moment, he chuckled. “Fine, we’ll be back when we’re done.” His eye locked back onto Ghidorah’s, the dragon feeling the dread he kept buried underneath his anger and frustration growing stronger.

He knew what was about to happen, and for the first time in his life...

He hoped the lesser lifeform, that insect, would stop it. Can’t it see that he did not welcome any of this? Of course it could see that, and Ghidorah knew it didn’t care. He wouldn’t care if the roles were reversed; he’s seen matings before and the only reason he ever interfered at all back then was to kill the participants. Granted, he highly doubted the insect would be strong enough to kill him, but he would make it easy! He would let it without a fight! He would honestly rather be dead right now than face the utter humiliation in store for him!

But he had no way to communicate any of this...

As the cyborg pulled away, allowing blood to escape the gruesome gash left on his belly, Ghidorah couldn’t even acknowledge the pain that action brought. He wanted to stay where he was; he would sooner take part in this weird drinking thing the cyborg insisted on earlier. Sure, it hurt his throat to forcefully expel the drinks from his Gravity Beam sacs so many times in a row, but that pain was preferable.

The dread grew with every step he was forced to take to follow the half-life. For the first time that he can remember, he felt truly alone. There was nobody willing to help him.

-

Nothing more satisfying than seeing the look this three-headed asshole was giving him as they slowed to a stop out of sight from the bar. Even knowing he had no choice in what was to come, Ghidorah still had a defiant look on his faces, all three baring their fangs at him. It was adorable, how he thinks he can do anything.

He was quick to show just how useless the dragon’s efforts were with a strong kick to Ghidorah’s chest, and as the hydra stumbled back, his tail whips forward to sweep those feet out from under him. Down the dragon went, the ground beneath them trembling from the impact.

Ghidorah roared at him, attempting to get up before Gigan planted his foot on his chest. Directly on those open wounds he left.

“Stay down.” he told his golden prize and he felt Ghidorah freeze at the command. The look on the dragon’s face, no doubt trying to fight the chip, was so damn hot. As was the sight of him laying helpless at his feet. He can see the fear in those eyes, try as the dragon might to hide it behind that show of aggression. The fact that HE was the one causing that fear, in such a powerful kaiju...

Yeah, nothing was going to be more satisfying.

He took his time, looking over those golden scales and especially at those massive wings fanned out on either side of the hydra. Ghidorah seemed to have taken notice of his attention towards his wings, and as if in defiance, he began folding them closed. Gigan reacted quickly, both his claws slashing down to pierce into the membrane of those wings. The tips of his blades buried in the ground, pinning those beautiful sails open. He heard the stifled cry of surprise and pain from his partner and he grinned down at him.

He said nothing, lowering himself down until he sat straddled against those hips, his tail brushing back and forth between the dragon’s. The wyvern felt cold beneath him, and it took a moment for his body heat to warm those scales. He can feel those muscles tensing beneath him, Ghidorah’s defiant faces refusing to give way...

... until Gigan gave a grind against him.

Those eyes widened and the cyborg couldn’t keep in a snicker. Damn, it felt good though, those scales rough against his groin. Between the sight of those sails, and the sensation of scales against him, it didn’t take long for his arousal to become obvious once more. From beneath the base of his tail, just under the last point of his chest-saw, peeked the very tip of his member. Curious and eager.

He shifted his weight, leaning down to run his tongue along those scales. His vision was overtaken with gold, beautiful shimmering gold. Clicking softly, his body automatically began giving a few more thrusts to ensure his parts were ready, and wanting for more. He shifted slightly again, relying on instinct to position himself just right. But no amount of poking and prodding was getting what he wanted. Where-?

He lets out a growl in frustration. He couldn’t find where this dragon’s entrance was and it was throwing off the lust coursing through him. He shifted again, but still nothing. He felt nothing but scales between those legs.

...

No matter, he had three other options to work with.

He turned his attention to the dragon’s faces. Ghidorah seemed to have resigned to his fate, those three heads resting on the ground with all six eyes closed tight. Did the dragon feel any pleasure from this? He didn’t care; his own desire was his sole priority and it was getting harder to ignore. A crooked smirk came to his beak, and he pulled his claws from those wings. He shifted his position, moving himself forward. He can feel Ghidorah’s wings under his knees, the membrane puncturing from the spikes.

Ghidorah only winced, and still refused to open his eyes when Gigan settled on his wounded chest. He reached out and trailed a claw delicately along the snout of the middle head before hooking it behind those horns and pulling him up. This got a growl, soft but no less defiant.

Gigan was undeterred, running his tongue along those lips before he whispered. “Open your mouth.”

Finally, Ghidorah opened his eyes, just to glare at him before parting those jaws. Gigan wasted no time, pulling the dragon’s open maw directly over the waiting tip of his member. Not a second later, said member revealed itself explosively, its corkscrew-shaped form shoving itself inside with surprising velocity and force. Ghidorah’s eyes widened at the action, but no attempts to pull away was made, even as his throat was intruded. Said throat was surprisingly narrow and the cyborg kaiju was so well-endowed that a noticeable bulge was visible in the dragon’s neck. To Gigan’s delight, not only were those walls tight around him, but there was a tingling sensation within that moist cavern, as if the dragon’s Gravity Beams had left residue that now teased him.

A pleasured clicking sound comes from him, as his mandibles tapped against his beak.

He can feel the teeth barely raking against his shaft, that forked tongue pressing between the coils of his organ. The muscles in that throat spasmed around him as the dragon gagged. But the cyborg doesn’t withdraw and in fact, he made it a point to shove himself as far into that throat as he could. The retching got worse and he held the dragon there, savoring him.

Only a few seconds of this, he felt the dragon attempt to pull away, and he moved his claws off to allow it... before pulling him back down before he can fully disengage, his blades digging into those scales every time another attempt to struggle was made. He held him there for a moment before repeating the process once more. Up and down. His voice came as a husky growl.

“Like that. You will move like that. Got it?”

The hydra immediately froze, and he can feel a vibration in that throat, as if an attempt to vocalize was made. But no sound came out. Still felt damn good though and he gave a forceful thrust against the dragon’s snout. This got the dragon moving; he was a bit awkward at the task but soon adapted a rhythm Gigan can appreciate. A fast learner, very good.

With one head taken care of, his eye turned to the other two heads, still laying there with their eyes closed.

“You have two more tongues, babe,” he hissed breathlessly. “Fuckin’ use them.”

At those words, those two heads picked themselves up from the ground, and without hesitation, they got to work. He felt them on his chest and neck, and he used his tail to guide the left one closer to the less armored, more sensitive parts of his body. The other, he propped that chin up to meet that tongue with his own.

He heard another growl from the dragon and it encourages him to push his tongue into that mouth. And he went further, seeking that same tight tingly feeling in this one’s throat too. That growl was cut off, any attempts to pull away made useless. He tilted his head, just to lock his beak onto Ghidorah’s mouth proper, his mandibles closing tight enough on the dragon’s snout and jawline to draw blood.

The middle head was still tending to his member, and his own hips began to thrust against the motion. He was building quickly, and with hardly a thought, he pulled back his tongue and bit down on Ghidorah’s, severing it from his mouth completely. The head jolted away with a shriek, the left head screeching along with its counterpart. He felt the center head halt his administrations, and the attempt to vocalize gave a pleasant vibration against him.

Gigan smirked, chewing the severed tongue and savoring the blood in his mouth before looking down at the middle head now glaring up at him.

“Keep going,” he commanded as he chewed. “Faster now.”

The dragon did as told, and he turned his attention back to the right head. He pulled him back in with a claw, licking the blood that seeped from the hydra’s mouth. And as climax grew nearer, he pulled the head lower and bit into the back of his neck. Hard.

The resulting shriek of pain is what brought him over the edge.

He felt Ghidorah give a jolt beneath him as he ejaculated, and the middle head attempted to pull away again. But Gigan used a claw to keep him in place, his voice muffled with fur, scales, blood, and flesh. “Swallow it.”

There we go, he felt the muscles contract around him as the dragon takes in his load, and then felt the resulting wretch. But Gigan’s member kept his seed from coming back up and the other two heads began gagging as well, as if trying to expel the fluids without success.

That’s right, you’re taking it all in, you asshole.

His body began to calm, and he lets out a breath. He doesn’t let go of the right head, biting down harder if anything just to savor the taste of blood. Finally, after a moment, he pulled away. The middle head’s mouth was freed and the second it was made possible, Ghidorah retched again and out came the white fluid, all over Gigan’s chest and stomach.

The cyborg wasn’t bothered, the glare he received more than made up for it. He chuckled, nuzzling his beak against the dragon’s snout. “Not bad for your first time, babe.” There’s that typical growl in response and his smirk grew tenfold. “How about another round?”

“No.”

“Yes,” he chuckled, glancing back towards Ghidorah’s tails. Shame the hydra didn’t seem to have a proper entrance for him, but now that his mind was cleared, he had the patience to do a proper exam down there. He returned his gaze back to the dragon’s. “Stay down.”

Ghidorah’s eyes narrowed at that, as Gigan stood up and circled around towards his tails. His own tail clicked as he slowed to a stop, scanning the scales between the dragon’s legs. His tail moved to poke and prod at the folds of skin, feeling him out. Making double certain that there was indeed nothing there.

There wasn’t.

Ghidorah really had no reproductive organs whatsoever.

........

That’s okay, he’ll just get creative.

Without any warning whatsoever, he stabbed the stinger of his tail deep into Ghidorah’s flesh right where an entrance should be. The shriek that escaped the wyvern was ear-piercing this time, but Gigan does nothing to silence him. No, he savored it, as he drove his tail in deeper and deeper. The dragon kicked against the ground, trying to push himself away, but Gigan expanded the blades of his stinger so as to effectively hook himself in.

The struggles don’t stop and those tails thrashed recklessly, releasing those gasses as if that would do anything.

He gave another powerful lurch in deeper, pushing through flesh and whatever organ it was that was in the way. The shrieks get louder somehow, and the dragon’s legs and tails began twitching and spasming.

Gigan watched those struggles with satisfaction, keeping his tail embedded in the dragon before violently ripping it back out. The shrieking came to a sudden halt and blood was pooling around Ghidorah’s tails, staining the scales. There were chunks of flesh and mystery organ stuck to Gigan’s tail, which he took particular glee in licking off.

After he got it all cleaned off, he returned his attention to his partner, who was still twitching although not as strongly. Those six eyes were wide and unfocused, locked on the sky and not even paying attention to him.

He said nothing as he moved to straddle those hips. The twitching gets stronger and those legs start kicking uselessly again. But he was not to be dislodged and his claws hook onto dragon’s body, and every spasm sliced deeper gashes into flesh. His erection has settled to the point where only the tip was revealed once more, and he positioned himself so that it just barely brushed against the makeshift entrance.

Ghidorah’s tails give another useless thrash before Gigan shoved himself into that wound as deep as he can. At the simulation, his penis once more exploded out of hiding, violently penetrating the ‘entrance’. He felt those muscles tense and there was a moment where the dragon’s movements were once more reduced to just twitches. Wonderful twitches against his groin.

But the dragon wasn’t screaming anymore, even with those three jaws wide open. The dragon’s discomfort and pain was a major driving force behind his pleasure, and deprived of it, his mating was threatened. He leaned forward, running his tongue into the older wounds he left on Ghidorah’s chest and stomach before biting into it. His teeth and mandibles dug deep into the flesh. But this got nothing more from the dragon, not even a growl.

“Scream for me, babe.”

Nothing.

He glared towards Ghidorah’s faces; all three were still staring at the sky with that stupid unfocused look. Was his voice too muffled? He released his hold on the dragon’s flesh, his tone impatient. “Hey, I said scream.” Still nothing. Was he not paying attention? Fine, he’ll make him scream the old fashion way.

There was no gentleness in his motions, feeling the slippery bloodied flesh trembling against his member. He doesn’t stop, building speed as he drove himself as deep as he could, and the dragon was still not reacting to any of it. Even when Gigan stabbed a claw into Ghidorah’s wing and sliced through the membrane.

Nothing.

It was getting disappointing real fast, and he found it a bit more difficult to finish this time around. Even when he reached his climax, it wasn’t nearly as good as the first one. This damn dragon ruining everything. His seed spilled from the wound, tainted with blood as he pulled away. He looked down at the damage done, but his sadism has long since given way to frustration. The preparation was more fun than the actual mating! Without a word, he stood up over the dragon, glaring down at him.

Still no damn response. Just more sporadic twitching.

Giving a huff, he moved towards the three heads, those six red eyes still star-gazing blankly like an idiot. He knelt down, his member pulling itself fully back into his body as he does. He used a bloody claw to shift one of those heads towards him. No response, no growl, no hint of recognition in those eyes. But the damn thing was alive, still bleeding. Unconscious?

Seems the dragon couldn’t handle him.

That thought did little to make himself feel better, and he stood back up to give that stupid face a kick. Without a word, he turned back towards the direction of the bar and started walking towards it, leaving Ghidorah twitching where he laid with no intention to get him help. Damn thing didn’t deserve it.

Whatever.

A few more drinks will ease his disappointment, then he can go for another round with his new mate. This time, with lowered expectations.

Chapter 5

Summary:

The consequences of Gigan’s actions makes itself clear.

Notes:

Important points from the last chapter for those who chose not to read it:
-Gigan demanded Ghidorah never calls him "Half-Life" ever again.
-Ghidorah acknowledges to himself that he was scared of what was to come and wished for someone to help, but is unable to call for said help and knowing that even he could, he doesn't deserve it. A moment of self-reflection.
-Gigan severely injures Ghidorah and, disappointed by the dragon's unresponsiveness, abandons him to get more drinks.

He can’t move.

He can’t see.

He can’t hear.

But he was aware.

He was aware of the terrible pain that plagued his body, so intense that he couldn’t even scream. He was aware of every second the half-life used him for, every second his flesh was gouged and violated. He was aware, that every time he attempted to move even the slightest bit, it brought painful seizures through his entire body, especially of his legs and tails. His feet would kick the air uselessly, his tails have already run dry of their poison gasses but still kept contracting nonetheless.

He was aware, that for the very first time, he was at the complete mercy of everything around him.

His fifth brain has been severely damaged, shredded by the half-life’s tail and made worse through the mating. The same brain that allowed him to control his massive body was now destroyed, and it left that body feeling alien to the dragon.

Never before has he sustained such a terrible injury. It’s not often he received any injury at all, as his hardened scales usually proved enough to protect him from damage. Even in those few fights that proved more serious, it never got this bad. The extent of his injuries were usually torn wing membranes, maybe even a broken neck. Wounds that were always relatively easy to mend. Until that half-life showed up and now...

He felt so weak, and it was hard to stay conscious, much less stay focused on what he needed to do. He still had stored energy left in his stomach; he just needed to tighten the right muscles to free it into his system. But in the process of doing this, he sent another agonizing spasm through his whole body. He couldn’t even cry out, enduring this as it at least released his emergency reserves.

Some of that energy escaped his body, forming a faint barrier around him, red flame-like wisps coming from it. Keeping him safe from the outside world. He honestly didn’t want that energy to be wasted on a barrier, but he had no say in how his reserves were used. His body spent it on a pre-determined list of priorities that his old creators deemed fit.

The first of those priorities was to stopping the flow of blood from escaping his wounds. Blood being drawn is not something he was used to, but here he was losing too much too quickly. His body was in a state of panic, urgent in trying to get itself back together. But his energy stores were limited in how much he can carry; he didn’t even know if he would have enough to fully stop his bleeding, much less repair his damaged brain.

But he had to repair it; he can’t move without it and he needed to get out of here. Fly beyond the cloud of space dust and its atmosphere, to unfiltered cosmic rays. If he can’t, he won’t be able to complete the healing process. And... and...

It struck him.

He could very well die from this.

Bleeding. Humiliated. Disgraced. Defiled. Pathetic. At the claws of a half-life. Surrounded by lesser lifeforms. He’s never imagined what his death would be like, as it seemed like an impossibility. But this? This was not how he wanted his Death to be. He will NOT give this half-life the satisfaction of knowing he did this to him!

Without thinking, he attempted to get up, but his muscles tightened painfully before his legs kicked once more. More horrific pain swamped his nerves from his injuries. Why was his body not paying his damaged brain any attention?! He deemed that more important than his blood!

In his panicked mind-set, he failed to realize that he needed that blood to transfer the healing energy throughout his body. He was already losing too much, and the more he bled, the slower the process. But the thought never occurs to him as he kept struggling against his own body.

It was the burden of agony and exhaustion that finally stopped his attempts to move, his body once more settling into twitches. That violent fit has just undone what healing has occurred, dislodging clots and causing blood to flow freely once more.

He can feel it, trickling down his scales.

He can’t...

He just can’t...

He laid there for another moment, twitching. Enduring. Trying to calm. It’s all he can do; just try to stay alive long enough to see this through to the end. Hopefully soon, he’ll be able to take matters into his own teeth...

Blood still escaped his wounds by the time his reserves ran dry. No, no, this can’t happen to him. He already is going through enough pain as is, was he really going to have to resort to... to...

He didn’t have any real choice in the matter and he didn’t even have time to brace himself mentally before an acute piercing pain came into his chest. It was as if the half-life had stabbed right through him, and he instinctively tried to struggle, only to provoke another seizure that only worsened his situation. He felt no sign of the half-life, no resistance of his blade in his flesh.

No, what he was experiencing was his own body sacrificing his Gravity Beam sacs, deteriorating the organs and reducing them into the same energy he would become when cocooning into his asteroid. Except this time, it was piece by piece, with his pain receptors fully intact. There was no pleasant numbing to ease the process.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had to go through something like this. At least back then, he was certain he would’ve been able to watch the process and see the results to make himself feel better. Here, he couldn’t observe the progress being made, nor estimate how much longer he’d have to endure this torture. Was this even worth it?

Wave after wave of added torment pierced through his chest, and each one made his focus waver that much more. His heart was racing so fast, from fear and from working hard to transport this new source of energy with what little blood was left. But even that was starting to weaken. It was harder to think, before thought disappeared completely. The pain was becoming dull, including the constant throb of the active chip. Wait, no... The sensation of the chip, the thing that plagued his dreams and life, was gone now.

An irrational sense of happiness flowed through him; the pain was gone, the chip was gone. Have he succeeded in healing? Was this happiness his reward? Was it time to rest from the ordeal? He didn’t know. All he knew now was a sense of bliss as his crests gave him the biggest dose of euphoria that he’s ever felt.

Before that too faded into nothingness.

-

"Scoli, I need another glass. Right fuckin' now."

"Hello to you too." The centipede grumbled before glancing up. His mandibles opened in clear disgust. "You couldn't have cleaned up better?"

"Not in the mood, Legs," Gigan hissed, taking the glass just as the other kaiju finished pouring his drink. He takes a swig, savoring the taste and letting it work its magic. "Y'know, I put so much work into that guy and this is how I'm rewarded?"

“A bad lay, huh?” Scolopendra muttered in feigned interest.

“You have no idea,” He took another gulp. “Y’know, I had my suspicions that it would be his first time and yeah it was, and wanna know why?”

“Not really.”

“He had NOTHING between those legs. His damn Masters didn’t even give him junk, how fucked up do they have to be to not think of that?!” He continued to vent between drinks. “As fucked as MY Masters were, at least they left the rest of me intact. Even the bastards who did THIS-” He gestured at his own body. “-left well enough alone. But damn, that dragon can’t do shit. No wonder all he does is kill things, he literally has nothing else better to do with his time. Can’t eat, can’t drink, can’t fuck.” He shook his head. "I'd almost feel bad for him if he wasn't such an asshole. But I'd probably be an asshole too if I couldn't enjoy anything. How he managed to live like that for so long, I have no idea."

"Maybe it doesn't occur to you that if he doesn't have those abilities, then he probably never cared. Can't miss what you never had."

"Well, I've been trying to change that. Show him that yeah, killing is fun, but there's more to life than THAT."

Another gulp and a moment of silence, as Gigan finished his drink and pushed the empty glass towards Scolopendra for a refill.

“Credit though, it was fun at first. Those throats of his, damn.”

“I don’t need to know the details.”

Gigan continued anyway. “He shoots lightning out of his mouth, and I tell you, that kind of energy made him feel real nice.”

“Gigan!”

“But it would be nice to fuck him properly. Maybe I can find a race that has the knowledge to do some surgery on him. Get a proper hole on him so I don’t have to keep making one myself. Heh.” A smirk came to his face. “Imagine that, get him custom-made just for me. Maybe throw in a stomach too.” He chuckled a bit but that died when he saw the look the centipede gave him. It wasn’t one he was expecting, scolding and with great disapproval. He maintained eye contact as he took a sip of his refilled drink. “What?”

“... What the fuck, Gigan?” Scolopendra started.

“What?” he responded with a defensive hiss.

“I asked not to hear about it, but... But what the fuck do you mean ‘keep making one myself’? What did you do?” Well, at last, the damn bug had interest in what he was saying, even if it was with obvious disgust.

“I told you. I made a hole. Between those legs.” The stinger of his tail clicked with emphasis and the look the centipede gave him was growing even more judgmental. It was enough to make him laugh. “Oh, stop acting like you care. If he were any other bitch, I would’ve done much worse. And had a free meal after.”

Scolopendra shook his head. “Would’ve actually preferred if you ate him like the rest of your ‘bitches’. Always made me feel better pretending it’s a legit hunting method of yours.”

“Eh, this job is making you soft. You’ll get over it,” the cyborg continued dismissively. “Anyway, the whole thing would’ve been fun, but apparently, the dragon couldn’t handle it. Damn thing passed out on me.”

“Passed out? Or died from fuckin’ being impaled?”

“Noooo,” Gigan drawled, taking another gulp. “He was still bleeding when I left.”

“Oh, okay, so he’s dying. Good to know, considering he’s the reason I’ve been giving you drinks in the first place. But now that he’s bleeding out...”

Gigan gave him an unamused look, which Scolopendra met with his own. The moment of silence was thick before the cyborg gave one last gulp to finish his drink before slamming it back on the bar with force. “Fiiiine. I’ll go check on him.”

“You do that,” the centipede grumbled, just wanting any excuse for the cyborg to leave his establishment. “We’re also closing soon, so don’t bother coming back.” He watched the blue kaiju raise a blade in acknowledgement as he left before the centipede pulled out the communicator from beneath the bar. He pressed in a few buttons before speaking in a soft whisper.

“Hey, boss. Gigan, y’know, that idiot cyborg we banned? Yeah, he just left... Mhm... No, I told him to leave but he brought GHIDORAH in here... Yeah, THAT Ghidorah, how many Ghidorahs do you know? Now that monster knows our location, what now?” He nodded a couple of times before- “The Strawberry cloud?” He lets out an audible sigh. “I’ll get things packed up here.”

..............

“Huh? ..... Nothing’s wrong, I was just hoping we’d move to the Pineapple cloud instead... Wait, we can?”

For the first time since Gigan showed up, the centipede smiled.

-

What the actual hell was this?

Gigan glared at the sphere in front of him, and beyond, Ghidorah lying on the ground. He almost walked right into it and would’ve if it wasn’t for the red firey tendrils that pulsed through it alerting him to its presence. He lifted a claw and gave the sphere an experimental tap.

A spark courses up his blade and into the flesh of his arm and he flinched away. It actually wasn’t bad, although probably enough to kill off small species, like their old Masters. But it does nothing to discourage him, as his visor locks on the motionless form of the dragon. The fact that the dragon thought this would be enough to protect him; maybe from those tiny aliens, but definitely not from him. It was enough to push his irritation out of his mind to be replaced with smug amusement.

He’ll show him how useless this was.

Lifting his claw high, he struck the sphere with strength, sparks erupting from the impact. His other claw followed, slashing into the same spot to weaken it. He continues, increasing the amount of force with each blow until he can make out a crack.

A smirk grew on his beak, and his visor began to glow before a blast of his laser shoots at the weakened spot. On impact, the beam scattered into smaller extensions of itself, increasing the area of damage. It proved enough and the shield shattered. The red wisps of energy flung outwards, dissipating into the pink haze around them.

With a chuckle, his eye settled back onto the dragon lying in a puddle of his own blood. At least it looked as though all that twitching from earlier has stopped. Coming closer, he took notice that Ghidorah looked... thinner somehow. Yeah, he was definitely thinner, he can even make out the shape of the bones in his tails. Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Ghidorah, you awake?” Probably not, given the lack of a reaction to his precious forcefield being destroyed. Those six eyes were still open, still glassy and unfocused. Even those crests have lost their glow. He gave one of those faces a light kick with his foot. Nothing.

The damn thing doesn’t even breathe, so he couldn’t use that as a means to check for life. Does Ghidorah have a heart? A pulse to check? If he bleeds, he probably has some equivalent to such, right? He pulled up the files in his memory bank of what his Masters knew about the wyvern, but beyond the origin of his existence and the mind-control chip, they had nothing else. No anatomy, nothing.

It took a moment before Gigan abandoned his efforts to dig deeper, and he decided to test for life the only way he knew how. He kneeled down beside the dragon and with a blade, he sliced a cut through a patch of scales that was still free of blood-stains.

He scanned the wound for a few seconds before realizing, the dragon wasn’t bleeding.

....

Shit.

Chapter 6

Summary:

Gigan tries to save Ghidorah’s life, and is rewarded for his efforts the only way the dragon knows how.

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 behind his shins 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.

Chapter 7

Summary:

The penultimate chapter of the main series. Ghidorah begins to take his revenge on Gigan.

Ghidorah has tormented and toyed with the lives of others for damn near his entire existence. He always took great pleasure in drawing out the deaths of those who dared to stand against him, in forcing submission onto them as he ripped them limb from limb. Savoring their cries of pain before ending their torment in brutal fashion. The deaths of the defiant were always particularly satisfying, his favorite in fact.

But this...

Having this half-life on the ground before him, helpless and bleeding, was the single most gratifying thing he’s ever seen. It definitely made the disgusting act of pretending to forgive him, pretending to be interested, well worth it.

He can kill this bastard right now. It would be so easy, especially since his Gravity Beam did its job in stunning the cyborg. But he doesn’t, not yet.

No, he made a promise to himself and the half-life that he was going to make him suffer for daring to subjugate him, for daring to use him in ways he was never meant to be used. Ghidorah has been mind-controlled before, more than he’s comfortable admitting, yet he never felt such intense vitriol towards the culprits as he does now. Don’t get him wrong, every race that dared to enslave him has paid the ultimate price at his claws. But there’s something truly special here.

This half-life has been the WORST ‘master’ he’s EVER had and carrying out the torture will be particularly cathartic after all the horrific bullshit he's been through. So he doesn’t deal the finishing blow and instead, he savored the sight of the cyborg twitching and shrieking. Waiting for the creature to gain some semblance of awareness before he acts further.

Soon, the screaming quieted down, another spark coming from the half-life’s neck as he laid there, breaths heavy. His voice was strained, as he hissed between gasps. “Do you know... how long it’s going to take... to regrow that?”

!!!

What? He glanced down at the severed tendril he had ripped apart and crushed into the ground. This half-life can regenerate? To what extent? His surprise must’ve been obvious on his faces, as the blue kaiju lets out a forced chuckle.

“If it’s any consolation, babe...” he spoke in that stupid amused voice as his breathing begins to calm. “That hurt like hell...”

Ghidorah lets out a short growl before his own contemptuous smirks grew on his snouts. “Funny how you think I’ll give you the chance to regrow anything.” As he spoke, his eyes moved down the cyborg’s tail to the very end. He stepped forward, planting a foot onto where the metal plating came to a stop. There was no resistance; the half-life was incapable of resistance and yet that stupid grin was not leaving his face.

“You love threatening me with a good time, doncha, Ghiddy?”

This time, Ghidorah said nothing as he lowered his left head to clamp his teeth under the stinger where the flesh met metal. He felt the trickle of blood onto his tongue and that encouraged him to pull back forcefully, his foot keeping the rest of the tail planted in place. He heard a stifled grunt from the half-life, heard the skin starting to tear. He gave another tug, then another until the muscles tore and the half-life began to scream again. Despite it’s unpleasant metallic grating, that scream was music to his ears and with another tug, he ripped off the stinger from the rest of the tail.

Silver blood squirted from the injured tail tip, and Ghidorah could feel the severed stinger thrash about in his mouth as if it were its own separate organism struggling to get free. He heard the clicking sounds coming from it and he saw the blades opening and closing with the spasms. Oh, that’s actually perfect...

“Will you be regrowing this too?” Ghidorah hissed tauntingly after waiting for the half-life to stop screaming. He doesn’t remove his foot from the cyborg’s tail, his glare traveling up its length to the bloodied mess left between this creature’s legs. He gave his victim a moment to breathe before moving slowly, deliberately. He wanted the half-life to know exactly what was about to happen.

With the stinger still in his jaws, he moved it towards the cyborg’s groin. His middle set of eyes glare hard at the half-life’s face, seeing the slight widening of that visor. Good, he knew...

He waited, both to draw out the fearful anticipation and for the stinger’s spastic movements to close those blades again...

“... Babe...” it was a soft whisper but he heard it nonetheless.

“What’s wrong?” Ghidorah growled at him with further mockery in his tone. “Is this not how mating is done?”

“....... I’m sorry.”

Hearing that, the hydra shoved the stinger into the half-life’s injured slit as far as he could, letting those blades tear into the blue kaiju’s flesh. The screams start up again, his voice getting noticeably more raspy and hoarse. Ghidorah can just imagine the stinger’s blades extending and closing, slicing through whatever flesh that got in its way.

How does it feel, half-life, to be on the receiving end this time? Shame the cyborg didn’t seem to have any brains to damage as his has been, but the dragon will take what he can get.

As the screeching began dying down again, Ghidorah began to pull the stinger back slowly, very slowly, testing it and waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.

Only when he felt the increased resistance of the stinger catching onto flesh did he know that it’s fully extended and with that, he violently tore it out of the cyborg’s body. The half-life couldn’t even cry out this time, choked from the pain. His claws were trembling again and his movements were weak as he pushed himself to his side and curled into a ball with his tail between his legs. Oh, he’s starting to regain his ability to move? A bit too late for that, isn’t it? Such a shame.

The metal blades of the stinger were coated in blood and flesh and the dragon threw the severed weapon to the ground in front of his victim’s face.

There was no words spoken between them, as Ghidorah watched the cyborg begin to lurch and heave. Fluid escaped from his beak as he vomits a mess all over himself and the ground, bringing him into a coughing fit before going limp. His visor began to dim, and there were no longer sparks escaping his victim’s neck. Even the trembling has stopped.

Dead already?

No, thankfully. His crests told him as much. What little lifeforce this idiot had was still intact; his prey was merely unconscious. Not the first time he had a victim faint from the pain. No matter, Ghidorah was a patient dragon and he will wait for this creature to wake up so the torture can resume.

He still had a few ideas to try after all.

-

He can’t see.

But he was aware.

He was aware of the terrible pain that plagued his body, so intense that he couldn’t even scream. He was aware of every second his own tail was used against him, every second his flesh was gouged and violated. He was well aware of the pure irony with which Ghidorah was choosing to enact his vengeance.

If it was done on anyone other than him, he’d be all for it. But alas...

The power-source from which his mechanical parts drew energy has been damaged by his own tail, not even mentioning what became of his organic parts down there. The same power-source that allowed for his vision, his flight, his lasers... Gone. He’s never had this happen to him before, but hopefully, it could be repaired if he ever managed to get out of this situation.

What went so wrong? With the gift of hind-sight, it now seemed so obvious that death would’ve de-activated that mind-control chip. If he had known, he would’ve turned it back on the second Ghidorah regained consciousness. But he didn’t, and now he was suffering the consequences. All because he made a mistake.

He has never felt such horrific pain in his entire life. His visor was dark to the outside world, but his organic senses remained intact. He can still hear and feel. He can feel the trembling of the ground as the dragon moved around him. He can feel himself being pushed onto his back and he felt teeth close onto his throat.

A groan escaped him as the dragon picked him up and he tried to move a claw to swipe him off.

His attempt was far too weak and his claw only slides off those scales. Ghidorah was undeterred by Gigan’s growing mobility and the cyborg felt stone on his back as he’s dropped.

The jolt kick-starts his system and he saw the report flash onto his visor from the darkness. It told him to stay calm (BITCH, he IS calm!!) and that the back-up generator was becoming active now, and his vision slowly returned. It wasn’t as clear as it usually would be, but it was enough that he could see the dragon standing over him, one head nudging his left claw out to the side. The other two heads were glaring at him, those jaws slowly parting. He saw the glow in those throats and he inwardly braced himself...

But the Gravity Beam was not for him and instead struck a large boulder nearby. The massive stone began to levitate and the dragon brought it over him. Was the dragon intending to crush him under it, as if he were nothing more than a mere insect? He felt his muscles tense to brace themselves once more but dragon didn’t drop the stone on him and instead placed it onto his claw.

Oh...

He’s going to weigh him down. Pin him to the ground to do... whatever else this hydra could think of doing. The rest of his system was still rebooting his weaponry; it was so slow as his internal generator was only ever meant for emergencies and can only put out so much energy at a time. His organic body was still recovering from the trauma, rushing to stop itself from bleeding out. The nano-metal in his bloodstream ought to be able to help the clotting process, but what of his ranged weaponry? His flight system?

He needed to stall, just long enough for him to defend himself properly.

“Ghidorah, babe...” he started, his voice hoarse and with a stronger mechanical edge than usual. He could see the side-glare directed at him, as the dragon’s right head began nudging his other claw out to the side. Gigan tried to move his claw back, only for the dragon to step onto it with a snarl. The cyborg laid still for a moment, watching him, before lowering his voice. “I’m sorry...”

The dragon narrowed his eyes at him, not responding at first as two of his heads Gravity Beamed another boulder. He took it closer, as the third head hissed at him. “For what?”

Why does he always ask that? Isn’t ‘sorry’ enough? Damn ungrateful bitch. But he doesn’t speak those words, the pain and boulder reminding him to tread carefully. What even did Ghidorah want to hear? He tried apologizing so many times for so many things but it never worked. But he continued anyway, anything to buy more time.

“For hurting you... For trying to control you...” he choked out between breaths. “I didn’t have a choice.”

At once, Ghidorah kicked his face with his other foot. His claws instinctively tried to move, but couldn’t. He tasted blood in his mouth; pretty sure he bit his tongue there. Fuck.

“How dare you try to feed me that bullshit,” the hydra hissed. “Didn’t have a choice, you say? I gave you plenty of chances to LEAVE. ME. ALONE. It was YOU that did this-” He dropped the boulder on Gigan’s other claw, this time with forceful emphasis that made him wince. “So I don’t want to hear another ‘sorry’ from you.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do any of this, if you just gave me a fuckin’ chance in the first place...” Gigan retorted. “I don’t want to leave you... You were the first thing I ever wanted in my life, the only thing I ever wanted and you kept pushing me away!” His throat really was hurting like hell, but he continued nonetheless. “All you had to do was accept my apology and give me a chance, but you didn’t. You expect me to just give up on you? You gave me no other choice than to take you by force. This is YOU, not me.”

Ghidorah was definitely not entertaining anything that he had to say, as he leaned his middle head closer to his face. “How about you understand, no. Means. NO. I’m NOT interested and I never will be. You failing to accept that is what brought you here. Now shut up.” He pulled his face away, his tails swaying as he turned away and began nudging his legs apart.

That hurt, that hurt a lot and he had to stifle yet another cry of pain. Keep it together. It’s almost done, almost over. His flight abilities have come back online. Keep stalling.

“Or maybe you don’t realize that ‘No’...” Gigan forced out a bitter chuckle. “... is just a ‘yes’ waiting to happen, usually after screaming my name.” He ignored the sneer he was given as another breathy chuckle escaped him. “You know how many times I hear ‘no’? If I heeded them, I wouldn’t have any fun. And don’t act as though you’ve never ignored the ‘no’s given to you, either. How many times have you turned a deaf ear to your victims? I imagine a lot?”

“As if that’s comparable,” Ghidorah growled, still stubborn as always.

“Oh, I think it’s very comparable. You take pleasure in their deaths, don’t you? They plea with you to stop, shouting ‘no’ at the top of their lungs, and do you heed them? Or do you take what you want from them? That being your own pleasure? Yet here you are, unable to stand the taste of your own medicine.”

Ghidorah was shaking his head, his irritation clearly getting stronger. “Unlike you, I actually have a purpose in what I do, one that’s for the greater good,” the dragon hissed. “The fact you think that we’re the same is-”

“Nah, you really are just like me, babe,” he interrupted. “Whatever bullshit purpose you had is just that: bullshit that your creators planted in you to make it all seem better than it is. My Masters did the same, y’know. Telling me I’m fighting for ‘peace’ when we all know the reality of things. So tell yourself all you want that you have some greater good in mind, but we all know you chase the death of others because it makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Where does the torture part come into play in this grand scheme of yours, huh? Or is that just something you add in for the shits and giggles?”

He snorted, rechecking his system’s status report. Almost done, his weaponry was at 90% efficiency. Keep stalling.

“At least I’m not lying to anyone here. I do what I want without some bullshit excuse beyond, ‘it feels good’. I do what I want because I want to, and I pursued you over everyone else because I wanted you. I wanted to have that happy mate bond everyone loves so damn much, and you were the only one that was ever good enough for me.”

At this point, he was just talking to himself. “I had nothing left. My body was gone, my career was gone. All I had left to think about was YOU. I distracted myself from you long enough. You think mating these other bitches, pretending they were you, would be good enough forever? Of course I went after you, devoted my life to having you. We could’ve been happy together...”

His system gave him the alert that everything was back in working order, but he continued to feign helplessness as he lifted his head to look at the dragon. The dragon was awfully quiet and maybe he was getting through to him...? “There was so much for us, destroying worlds together. We could’ve been unstoppable. I could’ve given you anything.” He doesn’t break eye-contact with the hydra. “I can still give you everything, if you just give me a real chance.”

“I want nothing,” Ghidorah snarled through his teeth, those intense, beautiful eyes glaring into him. “Other than to be rid of you. Once and for all.” His middle head opened his jaws again, this time with the clear intent to Gravity Beam him once more. To shut him up. But Gigan doesn’t falter, a smirk growing on his beak. Figured this stubborn asshole couldn’t handle the truth.

As Ghidorah lunged down to bite, his visor glowed and he blasted his Cluster Beam right in the dragon’s face. Upon impact, the beam scattered over the entirety of the hydra’s upper body, blanketing him in explosions. The dragon stumbled back and Gigan took the opportunity to blast the boulders holding down his claws. The explosion whipped up a cloud of dust and rubble rained down on them.

The adrenaline started pumping from his racing heart, the pain pushed to the back of his mind as he shakily pushed himself up onto his feet. His legs shook a bit, almost giving out, and his tail had to brace onto the ground to stabilize him. But despite this weakness, he was ready.

He met the dragon’s glare with his own, his claws lifting in front of him in preparation for the fight that was about to occur. The stand-off between them was silent and intense, neither of them moving a muscle. His eye was set on the middle head; just one strike was all he needed. Ghidorah seemed to be aware of this, as he kept the middle head held higher than the others as if to keep it out of reach. But the dragon wasn’t fleeing.

Gigan wasn’t fleeing either. His sense of self-preservation was always very powerful and his emergency generator was ill-suited for a drawn-out battle. It really would be the wise move to run and seek to repair himself, but he disregarded those instincts. He knew Ghidorah will only chase him down anyway; he won’t be getting far at all. Re-activating that mind-control chip was his only real chance of survival.

Should that fail, he was more than willing to take this asshole down with him.

Because if he can’t have Ghidorah, then nobody can.

Chapter 8

Summary:

The final chapter of the story. Ghidorah is in a fight to the death to decide his ultimate fate. Can he finally be free from Gigan’s terror, or will he fall to mind-control once more?

There’s nothing much that he loved more than a good fight, and seeing the golden dragon across from him was bringing back memories of his old life, back when he was with his Masters.

He remembered seeing this dragon for the first time, with the sole purpose of subduing him to be brought into Nebulan captivity. He remembered the thrill in his chest as he went to make his first strike. He remembered the burning sensation in that same chest when the hydra retaliated with a Gravity Beam point-blank. Gigan has never fought an opponent with such a wild lust for blood and death, and to this day, it remained the greatest battle he’s ever engaged in.

This moment, however, threatened to dethrone that. Because so much more was on the line here, and Gigan knew that there was to be no holding back for either of them. What’s worse, he was in no condition for a drawn-out fight and this could very well be his last stand. But perhaps...

His eye was still fastened on Ghidorah’s middle head. Perhaps he can sneak a strike as his first blow, end it fast and easy. He certainly had the means to pull it off, a technique that Ghidorah was unaware of as far as he knew. He's never displayed it in front of him, so he would have the element of surprise on his side. But such a move would take a large portion of his energy; even at full strength, it was not something he could do with reckless abandon. In a crucial state like he is in now, it was certainly not something he can afford to screw up...

The silence between them was thickened, as Ghidorah opened those three jaws slowly and deliberately. As if testing to see what Gigan would do. Now or never, here goes nothing!

Gathering his energy, he took a split-second to tell his system where he wished to go before lunging forward to lessen the distance. He saw the lightning erupt from Ghidorah’s jaws just as Gigan’s body deteriorated. Not a split-second later, he reappeared behind the dragon, and he wasted no time lunging for him with his claw raised...

And he connected with the wrong head, as Ghidorah’s necks flailed wildly and one of them got in the way of his attack. Although the dragon was clearly taken by surprise, he recovered quickly and his tails slammed into him, knocking him aside.

He fell back to the ground, luckily on his feet but he was inwardly cursing himself. That was a complete waste of his energy and now he had to be even more conservative about how he spent it. It’s okay, it’s alright. He can settle on good ol’ fashion claw-to-tooth combat. Something he knew Ghidorah was no fan of.

But getting close enough won’t be easy as the Gravity Beams were relentless, blasting the air and ground around him in erratic hard-to-predict fashion. The very embodiment of chaos, this dragon, and he loved him for it. Too bad it had to come down to this.

Seeing he won’t be getting closer without getting hit, he shot a Cluster Beam towards the hydra, the red laser colliding with a Gravity Beam to result in an explosion. The cloud of dust whipped from them, blocking the view; normally, Gigan would switch to his thermal vision, but he knew this was pointless against Ghidorah’s cold hide. Instead, he’s forced to go in blind, lunging forward and managing to connect a blade across Ghidorah’s chest.

A snarl erupted from the recoiling dragon, who responded by fanning his wings and flapping them strongly. A powerful gust blew away the dust and began pushing Gigan back. But he kept his footing, leaning against the hurricane-force winds and leaving furrows in the ground. Such power in those sails, he LOVED it! His own sails flattened against his back to help reduce catching this wind, and his claws swung down to stab into the earth.

Ghidorah did not relent and only began flapping faster and harder.

He was blown back far enough and still secured against the increased gale, Gigan shot another laser at the dragon. It was weaker than the last few blasts, as his energy reserves were getting low, and it didn’t make as big an explosion on impact as last time. But it was enough to stop the dragon, and those six eyes glaring towards him seemed to glow through the smoke.

Trying to keep his breaths steady and discreet, Gigan stood back up, his claws crossing in front of him defensively. But the dragon doesn’t push his assault further, yet, and they found themselves in another stand-off.

“Sure you want to keep going with this, Ghiddy?”

No sooner did he say that than the dragon shoots another trio of Gravity Beams directly at him without the wild flailing, and he jumped back out of the way. With a focused blow like that, it seemed like Ghidorah really did not like being called ‘Ghiddy’. Well, he should’ve thought of that before calling him ‘half-life’. He lets out a chuckle at the childishness of it all, trying to ignore the pain slowly starting to creep through the adrenaline.

“You haven’t even seen half of what I can do, babe,” Gigan continued, only somewhat bluffing to buy time to re-coop the energy lost. “It’s not too late to run.”

Ghidorah still doesn’t respond verbally, as he lets loose another round of Gravity Beams directly for him and Gigan jumps into flight to avoid it once more. So damn predictable. But what he didn’t expect was a massive chunk of rock rising from the site of impact, far larger than the boulders Ghidorah had lifted before. It was far too big to get out of the way of, and his visor widened as the wyvern swung it towards him. He grunted at the impact and, knowing the hydra’s intention to crush him under it, managed to salvage enough of his energy to blast it to smithereens just as it almost hits the ground. He’s still subject to its momentum though and he grunted again as his back hits the earth. Fuck, that was way too close but at least he wasn’t flattened.

Power at 10%, his system flashed onto his visor. Retreat to the mothership now. But he had no time to reprimand his system that there was no mothership to retreat to. No, Ghidorah has leapt and those talons dig into his arms and shoulder pads, keeping him pinned onto the ground.

At once, he lifted his tail to stab into him, but alas, he was painfully reminded that his stinger was gone. Really, any movement from his tail brought unbearable shocks of pain through his system. Fuck. He glared up at the dragon; he didn’t have enough energy for another laser blast, and he could see the Gravity Beams building up in those throats.

But he wasn’t out yet, and he opened his own beak and flames erupted from his throat. He knew it wouldn’t do much in way of damage as he really only used this on weaker creatures and their flammable structures. Nonetheless, it served its purpose to startle the dragon and he felt Ghidorah’s weight shift back off one of his arms. He took advantage to swing at the hydra with his freed claw, stabbing into the scales of Ghidorah’s side.

A shriek escaped those throats and the dragon jolted back off of him completely.

The flames escaping his beak petered out, and he pushed himself back up. The two locked eyes and Gigan can see small embers fading off from Ghidorah’s manes. As he expected, the flames did little to actually hurt the dragon.

On the contrary, he took notice that his own vision has grown dimmer, as the generator ran low on the energy needed to keep his mechanical parts functional. This wasn’t good; he needed to stall again lest he starts fighting blind.

Unfortunately, Ghidorah has made it clear that he was not going to entertain another conversation with him. He really should run; both his system and his own organic instincts screamed at him to flee, but instead, he took the offensive and lunged forward recklessly. In response, Ghidorah rose his middle head higher and his two side heads slammed into him.

Dammit...

He was getting slower and the pain was really starting to take its toll, and hearing the snickering from the hydra, he knew Ghidorah was taking notice.

RETREAT! RETREAT! RETREAT! His system flashed onto his visor. Fuckin’- If it would stop wasting energy telling him to run, maybe his weapons wouldn’t take so long to get back online! Or how about using that energy to bring his vision back to normal, that would be great!!

But neither his instincts nor his system were backing down, and after another moment of a stand-off, Gigan lunged forward once more...

... before he leapt up last minute to avoid a Gravity Beam and kicked Ghidorah in his chest, forcing him down onto his back. He leapt off again before any retaliation could be made, his flight-devices activating to let him fly upwards into the clouds.

He knew Ghidorah will never let him get away, but perhaps he can stay hidden in the disorientating haze long enough to recuperate.

Then round two can begin.

-

The second the half-life flew off of him was the second Ghidorah knew he was winning. Damn coward always tried to run when things turned bad and expecting him to stick around to finish this to the end was apparently too much to ask. Unfortunately for this pathetic excuse for a kaiju, Ghidorah wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

Righting himself, he glared up towards the retreating cyborg and he shot a Gravity Beam. The half-life glanced back and weaved off to the side to avoid it before disappearing into the clouds. Very well, then. His wings fan open and he takes flight after him.

If the half-life thought he can escape, he was even more stupid than Ghidorah gave him credit for. He will chase him to the very ends of the universe if he had to!

Entering the pink cloud of space dust, he lets out a few more Gravity Beams at the half-life’s silhouette, one of them managing to strike one of those sails and causing him to drop a bit. He was flying slower than usual, Ghidorah noted. Normally, both their top speeds were the same; he knew that from past experience when trying to escape the cyborg’s attention in vain. But here, the half-life was so weak that the dragon was actually starting to catch up to him.

A smirk grew on all three of his mouths, his wings giving one last downstroke and his talons rushed forward.

His prey must’ve felt the rush of air and spun around with a shriek, a claw swiping for him and his buzzsaw going off. Ghidorah pulled up at the last second to avoid getting struck and the half-life veered off to try and lose him in the thickest parts of the cloud.

Did he not realize that Ghidorah didn’t need to see him to know exactly where he is? His tainted life-force was faint, but it was still there for his crests to sense.

The impulse to toy with this creature was strong, but he resisted it. The stakes were too high for such games.

Instead, he dove straight towards the cyborg’s life-signature, claws at the ready and wings folded to reduce his own presence. This time, contact was made as his talons latched onto those sails, and his jaws surged forward to tear the membranes. The half-life gave a surprised cry and Ghidorah’s momentum and weight brought them back down to the ground at reckless speeds. The impact was brutal, and it was satisfying feeling the creature’s body take the brunt of it beneath his feet.

He gave the half-life no time to recover as, still latched onto his opponent’s back, the dragon gave a powerful downstroke of his wings to lift them up... before smashing him back onto the ground under his full weight. He did this again, and again, each time getting another ever-weakening cry from the cyborg. He can see more blood escaping the half-life’s mouth, and felt each labored breath the creature struggled to take. He does this one more time before finally stopping, his victim now completely limp.

Stepping off from the cyborg, he glared down at the half-life. That visor was dim and giving the creature a kick onto his back, there was no response. Unconscious again. His impulse to continue the torture was strong, but once more, he disregarded it. He really should end this here and now while he has the chance; he wasn’t keen on finding out whatever other ‘tricks’ this cyborg had up his sleeve.

His left head lowered to grab the creature’s neck, his right head soon following. If he gathers all his energy, he should be able to blast this creature’s head from his body, ending this whole thing once and for all. But as he starts building the energy in his throat, the half-life suddenly gave a jolt out of nowhere and Ghidorah felt a terrible pain in his middle neck.

He knew immediately what happened.

The half-life was only feigning unconsciousness and in a last desperate bid, has stabbed a claw up into his neck. So deep it was that energy from his Gravity Beam escaped from the wound, causing even more pain and damage to vulnerable flesh. It was too late to bring that energy back into its organ, try as he might.

“I’m so sorry,” he heard this strained whisper from the half-life. He felt the creature’s legs and tail wrap around him to bring their bodies together before more horrific pain coursed through him. The chest-saw has gone off, ripping through his scales and flesh and going down to the bone. In retaliation, his two heads that were fastened to the creature’s neck let loose with every ounce of EVERYTHING the dragon had.

The half-life couldn’t even scream.

The buzzsaw came to a halt and in that same split second, something shot out from the creature’s chest and sliced through the remainder of the middle head’s neck.

An explosion resulted from the two Gravity Beams meeting in the center of the half-life’s neck, causing the hydra to release his hold and stumble back. A huge cloud of dust whipped up around the two combatants, and it took time for it to clear and reveal the results of that exchange.

The half-life’s head has been blasted right off, and the now-two-headed Ghidorah felt his heart lift with elation as he watched the creature stumble forward clumsily. One step, two, before he fell to his knees, then onto his side to the ground. The body twitched, claws raking the ground and metallic silver blood spilling out from the remains of his neck. The buzzsaw went off one more time before slowing to a stop.

The rest of the half-life’s body followed suit and fell still. His life-force was so faint to begin with that Ghidorah couldn’t tell if his crests even rewarded him for the kill.

Didn’t matter. The sheer joy coursing through him, knowing he was finally free, was enough to make up for it, and to mask the pain for a blissful moment, before...

His vision began to darken on the edges and his legs felt weak. He fell to his own knees but despite knowing his fate, he lets out a cackling laugh in his remaining two heads.

The half-life was dead; he’s done it! Even at the cost of his own life, his last few moments spent in freedom was well worth it.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Whatever it was that shot out of the half-life’s chest had boomeranged back; he heard them before he felt them, slicing through the base of one wing where membrane met scales and causing it to sag limp to the ground. Still Ghidorah kept laughing wildly, even as his other wing is almost severed in the same fashion. The pain continued as more of his flesh is sliced into before it finally stops in his chest. Looking down, he saw there were razor disks now embedded in his body. To the bitter end, the creature still had surprises.

But despite all of this, the sight of his disemboweled belly, and the loss of his wings, the maniacal cackling from the dragon persisted, only softening as Ghidorah’s twitching blood-covered body finally collapsed to the ground.

A few more chuckles escaped him before fading into silence. His glassy eyes remained locked on the body of the half-life, both their growing puddles of blood meeting between them.

The pain has numbed, and the feeling of irrational happiness overtook him. He recognized this, and he doesn’t fight it as his muscles relaxed. As his vision went black and his crests gave him that massive dose of blissful euphoria for the final time, familiar words played in his mind.

Your name is Ghidorah. You were created to be the ultimate weapon.

The Universe is a terrifying place. It’s filled with violent races that seek to destroy those who only wish to live in peace. You will be the savior that fights for those innocents, that cleanses the universe of those dark forces.

You will make it safer, for all of us.

Safer. He finally understood now.

Every race that dared to use him for their nefarious deeds, extinct by his own vengeful claws.

The half-life, the most despicable creature he’s ever had the misfortune of knowing, dead.

His own life drawing to a close, Ghidorah can rest in peace knowing that he’s succeeded.