YAOI AND LEMON WARNING!!!!
This fic contains both and I'm warning you now; so if you're homophobic or just hate MALE/MALE stuff, hit the back button and find another fic to read!!!
There, you have all been warned by my blatant warning. So if you still want to come flame me, then you can kiss my uninhibited little Gothic butt. :-P
The POV shifts at the end, so pay attention. The song in this fic is Hold On To The Nights by Richard Marx(he's got such a sexy singing voice ;^D)
My Arms Are Your Shelter
The little celebration of the Ice-jin New Year is winding down and a few drunk people have passed out. I don't like to drink, and I have to stand guard, so I'm probably the most alert person in the room. That idiot Dodoria is snoring in the corner with a wine bottle in his hand. The Ginyu Force is having a posing contest that I'd rather not see, because Jeice is wetting himself and doesn't seem to care. A few of the other men are talking, laughing or passing out.
As I sit there, bored, I find my mind wandering to Lord Frieza, and my eyes follow. There he is, in his fourth form, sitting on his little throne with his chin rested on his white palm. He must be pretty drunk if he's leaning sideways like that; normally, he never dares to slouch at all.
People like to say I fancy Frieza, and there's the occasional rude comment about it every now and then. They probably suspect that I do, but then again, who wouldn't look at him that way? He's so powerful; nobody can ever hope to beat him. Just his glare makes people tremble in fear, and a flick of his eyelid could destroy worlds.
I've tried my damnedest to ignore the way he makes me feel, but I can't. And I can't tell him either...he'll kill me for sure.
A crash sounds, and I snap to attention to find Frieza has dropped his wine glass. Glistening pieces of glass are all that remains of the crystal goblet.
Instead of getting angry, Lord Frieza emits a little chuckle and says, "Oops."
He's definitely drunk out of his mind. It must be a tradition of his kind to get wasted on this day of the year. It happened last year, and the year before. Each time, he would spend the night in that little throne, all alone. His men always laugh behind his back about it for weeks.
I won't let this happen tonight. Never again.
Steeling my nerves and brushing my braid back, I approach the throne where Lord Frieza's small white form is slouching.
He looks almost angelic when he's drunk, the way he sits half asleep with his head resting against the back of the chair. The angry look is gone from his face, which is actually very lovely when the expression is calm like it is now. His lips, two black rose petals lying in virgin snow, are parted to show a hint of pearl; features I have only seen on a porcelain doll.
Those lips...they probably taste like honey, or chocolate...
While Frieza is fighting to stay awake, I can't help but drink his body in with my eyes. He isn't huge, but he isn't scrawny either; his muscles are all well-formed under his delicate skin. Amethyst armor seems to blend well with the white as it covers the top of his head, shoulders and stomach.
Everything about him is perfect. Even when he's drunk.
"Master Frieza?" I speak carefully while lowering to one knee next to his small throne.
"Mmm...what?" Frieza half-opens a pair of flaming ruby eyes to peer at me through a drunken haze. His eyes are glazed over and glistening.
I choose my words carefully, keeping my voice calm, "Requesting permission to escort you to your quarters for the night."
He rubs a delicate hand down the center of his pale face and emits a loud sigh from his lips, "Very well, but...hm, hm...I don't think I can walk." His speech is pretty slurred and interrupted by occasional giggles.
"I can carry you." I add in quickly.
Frieza shoots me a quick glare and I fear he's going to kill me. Instead, he leans forward in the seat and pushes himself to stand, grimacing as if it were a laborious effort. I reach over and grab his shoulders when he wobbles, then carefully lift him like a tiny child. He is so small in my arms, and lays his head on my shoulder like one as I carry him past a drunken guard to reach his quarters.
Just when I believed
I couldn't ever want for more
This ever changing world
pushes me through another door
The door hisses, splits three ways and slides open to reveal Frieza's luxurious quarters. The area isn't huge, but it's pretty big with little or no furniture in it.
"Where would you like me to place you? The bed or your hoverpod?"
"Whichever." He mumbles, then his eyes widen and he says quickly, "Bathroom, now!"
I turn towards the bathroom and start rushing that way when Frieza emits a gurgle and spills the contents of his large dinner all over himself and the front of my formal armor. I feel my own stomach turn over at the smell, but I swallow the bile before it can rise and carry him the rest of the way into the bathroom.
"Shit...who's going to clean up the floor?!" Frieza drawls insistently as I stand him in the shower and turn the water on. He washes his mouth out in the steamy water and gets some of the mess off his chin, but his chest and stomach are coated in whatever he'd eaten earlier. The steamy water is washing most of it away, however, the smell is lingering.
I avert my eyes from the mess on his skin, and can't help but quip, "Make Dodoria do it. He's been doing nothing but sleep all night anyway."
He puts his finger up by his nose and chuckles at me, almost coyly, and says, "So are you planning on bathing me too?"
I have the urge to ask if I have a choice, but I decide against it for fear of him sending me away. So I bite my tongue and start taking off my clothes so I can get into the shower with him. Only after getting my clothes off do I become aware of my erection, and I feel momentarily embarrassed. Never in my life have I been nude in front of another person, other than when I was a child and being bathed. At the same time, it feels like the most erotic thing I have ever done...and the only one, so far.
"Watch out, or you'll get wet before you even get in here."
"Huh?" I look up cross eyed, then move to the left a split second before an arc of gold liquid shoots across the room and into the waste disposal receptacle. Turning my head, I see Frieza with one hand wrapped around his descended member, directing the flow across the room with a look of relief on his pale face. When he finishes, he shakes it from side to side and lets it hang there while giggling like a little kid who just peed on some person's expensive carpet.
I want to take him right there, but I don't know how he'd react, or how much he would remember in the morning. This has to be taken slowly.
The room has filled with steam now, and the hot water is shocking to my skin as I step into the shower. Frieza's pale face looks even more angelic while it's blurred by the steam, which seems to soften his features. He slowly removes the armor on his shins and fore-arms, exposing delicately narrow wrists and ankles. I'm surprised by this, because I always thought those were part of his body.
I saw you smile
And my mind could not erase
the beauty of your face
Just for awhile
Won't you let me shelter you?
My hair is weighed down by the water and my braid is slapping against my back rather than just dangling. Some of the water coming from the faucet is tickling my erection and making it even harder to ignore. I manage, somehow, as I grab the soap and a sponge.
"Any time this century, Zarbon." Frieza hisses as I try to work up some lather before reaching over and surprising him with the soapy sponge against his skin. I watch his eyes widen briefly at my abruptness before his head tilts so I have better access.
My skin is covered in goosebumps, even though the water is hot. Lord Frieza's skin is like silk under my fingertips, and I can't help but admire the contrasts in skin color. Pale blue-green against white...
I toss the sponge aside and continue washing his small body with my bare hands, aided by the soap. My breathing has deepened considerably to keep up with my heartbeat and my hands won't stop shaking as I work my way lower down his body. That is also when I realize his pale member is growing rigid as the soap and water run down its smooth surface.
I quickly finish washing him off and direct the steaming water onto his skin to rinse away the filmy bubbles. He couldn't be as aroused as I am about this, could he? Maybe those few glasses of wine I had before dinner are making me see things that aren't true.
After Frieza is rinsed, I turn away to exit the shower when I feel a tug on my braid. A gentle hand separates the long locks and delicate fingers comb through them. Manicured nails move down my spine and cause my body to shiver. Does he realize he is arousing me further?
"You have such lovely hair, Zarbon." Frieza coos into my ear as his hand plays through my hair, "You washed me off so it seems I owe you by washing your hair..."
He's definitely out of it. If he were even remotely sober, he'd have kicked me out after I was done tending to his needs.
"Sure, I guess..." I answer, then lower to sit on the slick shower floor while fumbles with a bottle of shampoo or some sort of cleansing substance. It smells kind of like cinnamon, and I realize it must be what he uses occasionally to wash himself with, because I've caught a whiff of the same scent on him from time to time.
Small hands start playing through my hair to coat it with a veil of crystalline suds. He is on his knees behind me, I know this because I can feel his chest against my back as he rinses the bubbles from my green hair. Feeling him this close makes my erection twitch.
It seems to end too soon, and I feel Frieza moving away. He pushes my head down into the water as it pounds down on us, and the suds tickle my skin as they are rinsed away. I flip my head down to rinse the underside of my hair off, then toss it back to flip my hair back behind me, and a ring of droplets form a vertical halo.
Hold on to the nights
Hold on to the memories
I wish that I could give you something more
That I could be yours
Frieza watches me for a moment before reaching over to turn off the water. He lowers his head until his forehead touches the slick chrome-like mirrored wall and speaks softly with slurred speech, "Has anyone ever told you why I do this to myself every year?"
I turn to face him fully and fix my eyes on his small white back, "No."
He places a hand flat against the wall and closes his eyes, the reflection on the face showing the expression on his face becoming pained. His forehead creases and he swallows fiercely before speaking again, "I had a wife once, many years ago...her name was Wynter. We were so happy together. She was pregnant with our first child, but something had gone wrong without us knowing it. She wasn't feeling well and stayed home, telling me to go on ahead and celebrate. So I went and partied with Cooler and my father. Then I returned home and..." His delicate hand clenches into a fist and I watch his face contort into agony, his lower lip trembling violently. The wrinkles in his forehead deepen as tears suddenly spill out of his eyes and journey down the black lines on his face before dripping to the floor. "...I thought she was just asleep and crawled into bed with her, but then I realized the bed was wet. When I turned on the light..." Convulsive sobs wrack his body, "...there was blood everywhere. She had miscarried and bled to death internally."
A lump rises in my throat as I move closer and lay my hand on his heaving back, "I'm sorry..."
Lord Frieza's pale fist slams against the wall once, denting it as he sobs, "If I had stayed with her that night, I would have been able to get her the proper medical care to save her life! She died because I wasn't there! I never even got to say goodbye!!! I never got to tell her one more time that I loved her!!!"
How do we explain
something that took us by surprise?
Promises in vain,
love that is real but in disguise
He's so vulnerable like this, a frail white flower trembling in the violent winds of a storm. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I'm putting my arms around him and pulling him close. He cries into my bare chest while I hold him, and we're both shivering in the cold room. I grab a large towel and wrap it around the both of us as I carry him out of the bathroom. The bedroom is even colder than the bathroom, making my body shiver even more as I lay Master Frieza carefully on the soft bed.
"I would give anything to feel her touch me one last time..." He whimpers against my shoulder.
My eyes follow a crystalline tear as it slips down his face, and I brush it away with the tip of my finger. "You're in so much pain..." I whisper tearfully as my fingertip traces the groove below his left eye, then moves over to brush across his lips. His lips are even softer than his skin. My other hand comes up to do the same with the other groove in his right cheek, and I say, "...let me comfort you tonight, Lord Frieza..." I say his name the way I would if I were a mere mortal insect referring to an immortal god. Touching him like this is like touching a god, something so forbidden that I fear the wrath that will be incurred if he comes to his senses while we are like this.
Frieza inhales and turns his head towards my touch as I explore his face with my palms and fingertips. A tiny smile forms on his black lips as I caress him this way, and I feel his hand playing in the lengths of my wet hair.
I watch as his ebony lips part slightly as if calling out to me, and I cup his face in both hands as I lower my head and carefully cover his mouth with my own. With my tongue I trace the sweet softness of his lips before slipping between them to taste the warmth of his tongue, which rises to meet mine. His lips are like a rare flower, and I almost feel like I'm not worthy to drink the nectar from between them. But here I am, doing that very thing.
What happens now?
Do we break another rule?
Let our lovers play the fool?
I don't know how
To stop feeling this way
One of Frieza's hands slides out of my hair and traces a pattern on my back, and I mimic that same pattern on his chest as it heaves under my caress. Our searing kiss slowly ends, only to begin again for a moment more before I use my lips to explore his neck and shoulders. It really amazes me the way silky softness gives way to metallic hardness, then returns to silky softness. My breath briefly fogs the plate on his shoulder as I bring my lips to his and flick my tongue over them.
"Mmh..." He breathes slowly in response, causing me to smile. A vague purplish arousal flush has come to his cheeks and forehead. His lips seem to be taking on a reddish-black hue as blood engorges them, and the grooves in his face have become more pronounced.
I use my tongue to trace a line between his heaving pectoral muscles and follow the outline of his stomach-plating. Then I find myself face to face with his stiff manhood, but I don't touch it just yet. Instead, I flick my tongue over the tiny bulge where his testicles are located just beneath the skin.
Frieza moans and writhes beneath me as I tickle him with my tongue, and his hand forms a fist within my hair. I watch his manhood carefully and relinquish my teasing when a droplet of pinkish fluid appears on the tip. When the droplet has reached the base, I extend my tongue and slowly start to lick it away. I work my way from the base to the tip and pause briefly to tickle the frenulum before sitting up to look down at his flushed face.
Hold on to the nights
Hold on to the memories
I wish that I could give you something more
That I could be yours
He lifts his head just a little off the pillow and his ruby eyes flicker, begging me to continue. I place two fingers into my mouth and coat them in a shimmering layer of saliva. Then I lower them to the puckered opening at the base of his tail and trace a circle around it before plunging them in. It doesn't take me long to find a bulge that feels like an upside-down triangle.
Lord Frieza gasps and lets his head fall back onto the pillow. I start working my fingers in small circles as I take his full length into my mouth. Again, and again, it glides like warm velvet against my tongue. The fist in my hair tightens, his breathing grows louder and his tail wraps around my waist. His hips begin arching towards my face as I swallow him repeatedly.
With a cry, he tenses, the muscles surrounding my finger tighten and a tidal wave seems to ripple through his manhood. Boiling hot semen fills my mouth and sizzles, but I swallow it quickly before it can do any harm, and it burns like liquor on the way down.
The fingers slowly untangle themselves from my hair and smooth it down. I feel a little disappointed that I didn't get to see his face as he climaxed, but I wasn't through with him yet either...
"Are you all right, Lord Frieza?" I ask coyly, barely able to hear my own voice over the hammering of my heart.
"I'm...I'm...fine." Frieza gasps as I crawl on top of him on the bed to gaze at his recovering visage. His face is flushed, his eyes glitter like gems and his lips are still engorged with blood. I lower my face and kiss them, having now discovered they are a very sensitive erogenous zone.
Well, I think that I've been true to everybody else but me
And the way I feel about you makes my heart long to be free
The kiss is broken when he pulls his head back and stares into my eyes. I feel his hands sliding down my back, his nails grazing my skin. He grasps my buttocks and unwraps his tail from my waist. I watch as he brings the tip of the long white appendage to his lips and coats it with a layer of shimmering saliva. It disappears from view, and I feel his hands separate the fleshy parts of my rear as something slides up inside. The pointed tip of his tail nudges against a small bundle of nerves and causes me to see flashes of color as electric shocks of pleasure race through my body.
Frieza smiles warmly at me with his eyes still heavily-lidded from his drunken stupor...he wouldn't look at me like that with love. Would he?
I can't wait anymore, I must take him now!
My hands move to his legs and part them, lifting them until the backs of his knees are resting against the crooks of my arms. I pause to take one of his finger-like toes into my mouth. His tail twitches inside me like a worm on a hook to send another shock through my system. I can't stop panting, can't slow my heart, can't think of anything but making love to him.
I position myself against the puckered opening I had been playing with before and nudge the tip in. The pleasure makes my hips thrust forward until I find myself buried deep within him.
Frieza arches his back and moans. I moan with him as pleasure blurs my vision and blanks out all rational thought.
Before I even realize it, my hips are in motion. Frieza's legs wrap around my waist and his hands trace a line up my backbone. My body seems to be moving on its own accord, as if it knows its only purpose now is to pleasure him. I can feel my response growing and turning inwards on itself like a spring coiling tighter and tighter. His tail moves in and out of me as my manhood moves in and out of him.
I move my hands up to cup his face as we kiss again and again, licking, nibbling and tasting each other.
Frieza moans and arches into me. I feel his hard manhood rubbing up against my stomach, almost tickling as it starts to throb. The moment of pleasure is fast approaching him again, and I can't take my eyes away from his angelic face as it contorts to something resembling pain. His body writhes beneath mine, his nails dig into my skin and a pleasured cry escapes his throat.
"ZARBON!!!!" He screams. His eyes seem to glow for a split second as the pleasure overcomes him and makes him spill his seed all over his stomach. It's bioluminescent, bright red and as transparent as water. It sizzles on his skin like boiling water. I can feel it's heat on my stomach as I sway over him, trapped in a trembling body on the brink of release.
Everytime I look into your eyes, I'm helplessly aware
That the someone I've been searching for is right there
A low moan escapes my throat as my body suddenly releases the spring that had been coiling the whole time. Blackness pricks at the edge of my vision as a sensation like the Heaven and Hell coming together and exploding fills me.
Nothing, not even releasing my power to transform, could ever prepare me for this feeling...this churning, aching...pleasure...
With a cry, I spill my seed into his body and collapse against him on the bed. The semen on his stomach sears my skin, but not enough to harm me, and my body is trembling too much for me to move away anyhow.
Hold on to the nights
Hold on to the memories
I wish that I could give you something more
That I could be yours
The piercing sun wakes me as it shines through the window without giving any warmth. Soft breathing sounds repeatedly like the tide rushing in and receding. A few strands of his lovely green hair are falling across his delicate face as he sleeps in my arms.
Hold on to the nights...
My head feels like it's been split open more than once, and the light hurts my eyes, so I lower them to look down at Zarbon's nude form. His long green hair covers his smooth back like a shimmering emerald blanket, some of it spilling over to form delicate shapes on my skin and the blankets. His blue-green skin seems to gleam in the light, it's color very close to Wynter's.
In sleep, his feminine face looks so peaceful and innocent, and I smile at the thought as I trace his lips with my fingertips. How can one who has been in so many battles have such flawless skin? How can one who has taken so many lives still look so innocent? How can one such as him want to be with someone like me?
I don't know and I don't care. All I know is that he came to me in one of my darkest hours and shielded me from the storm of grief that was threatening to rip me apart.
Funny, the way people think I hate him. I don't hate him at all...it's just...I've been afraid to let him near me. Afraid to let him know what I really feel. Afraid of losing him. I know that if I let him know, something will tear his life out of mine.
He doesn't think I remember what happened last night. He'll never know that I had broken for one moment to look at him through my own eyes, and not the eyes of a lunatic. He'll never know that I can only be my real self when I'm dead drunk. He'll never know how much I love him.
My hand plays through his silky hair, and he stirs. I watch his perfectly arched eyebrows draw together to form a crease in his forehead. His golden eyes open to look into mine and I see fear dawning in them.
"Master Frieza..." He breathes, moving to get up. His voice is like a chainsaw against my brain because of my hangover, but I don't let it show too much.
"Zarbon," I say calmly, keeping my arm around him.
"Yes?"
Coyly, I respond, "It's cold in here...keep me warm."
As always, without question, he obeys me and settles back under the covers. He doesn't even question me as I stroke his lovely hair some more, but I know he's afraid I'll suddenly start ripping it out. There have been days when I wanted to, but I never will. He would be like a flower with the petals ripped off...and I won't do that to him.
The urge to tell him everything is burning in my throat, but my pride silences me. It always has, and always will. There's no way he could know how I feel...is there?
If he does know, his own pride is probably as stubborn as mine, or he's afraid I'll kill him. Perhaps it's both, but who knows? All I know is that he is here in my arms now, asleep again, and I'm going to follow suit in a few moments.
Sleep well, Zarbon, my love. Sleep well...