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Okay, so as mentioned in the summary, this is just a fun book filled with oneshots starring some of my favorite Dragon Ball shippings. A few things everyone should know about this book:

- I will not be taking requests, as I'm only going to be writing about shippings I like. I apologize in advance for anyone who wanted to request something.

- There will be both SFW and NSFW oneshots in this, and I'll be sure to label them as such so no one reads something unexpected.

- All of these oneshots will be featuring male x male shippings, so if you don't like it, this probably isn't for you.

- If I don't update in awhile, it just means I'm caught up in personal stuff, so I apologize in advance (although I don't intend to make this a very long book anyway)

- Every oneshot is going to feature either Frieza or Frost (mainly Frieza) because I can't help shipping these two with others

That should be all the warnings. I hope you guys enjoy what I post!

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Ow...ow...ow...

The blue ice-jin hissed in pain, pausing to lean against the wall and clutch onto his side. The pain was getting worse, to the point where it hurt to even walk. This would be a problem is he ever needed to run away from a future threat. He lifted his cloak to glance at the wound, a bit of dread crawling into his chest. The makeshift bandage still seemed secure, at least, covering the wound completely. But it didn't feel like it was healing very well.

"Dammit...." Frost muttered under his breath, lowering his cloak to once again shield his shivering form. Go figure it was still raining on this horrid planet. When the hell did it not rain?! If he could leave, he absolutely would. It wouldn't be too difficult to steal a small spaceship somewhere and just leave. But unfortunately, Galactic Patrol was surrounding this planet and constantly monitoring it's activity. Security was at an all new high, so leaving this place undetected would be near impossible. Frost already had a difficult time moving around the city without a nearby police car zooming past him-

Speaking of, Frost immediately perked up upon hearing sirens nearby, coming closer at terrifying speed. He pressed himself against the wall of the alleyway, praying the shadows hid his figure as he watched the police cars zoom down the street, their flashing lights briefly illuminating the dark night. He ignored the sharp pain the sudden action caused, and held his breath as the sound faded away, until he heard absolutely nothing except for the pouring rain.

Only then did he allow himself to release a sigh of relief, peeling away from the wall and adjusting his hood, making sure it covered his face entirely. It certainly helped that all of Universe 6 only recognized his firm form, which helped slip by strangers. But even so, he did everything he could to hide his identity. He didn't need his final form to become familiar with others.

For a moment, Frost just stood where he was silently, becoming lost in his thoughts.

He hated this. He hated this....so much.

He hated the constant running, the constant struggle to find food and shelter, and the loss of the luxuries he used to have. But even more than that, he hated being alone like this. Frost was all on his own, with nothing but his own fear and wits to protect him, and that wasn't a lot fo brag about. At the beginning of all this, he had hoped his own workers would aid him, try to protect their own leader. But, as expected of space pirates, once they realized Frost was a wanted criminal, no one wanted that kind of heat on them. So, Frost was left to fend for himself....and he'd never felt so scared in his entire life. Every day he had to worry about something; maybe the authorities almost catching him, or his grumbling stomach eventually causing him to starve, or even the weather becoming so harsh that he just collapses and doesn't wake up.

The very wound he bore on his waist was proof that anything could happen. All he wanted was some water to drink, so he took the risk of stealing a couple water bottles at a convenient store. Turns out, there happened to be a bounty hunter there, with a contract for Frost's head. The blue ice-jin had gotten lucky, as the moron was stupid enough to get himself killed by getting struck with an oncoming vehicle. But he didn't escape the struggle unscathed, as his weapon caused a decent sized wound to cover his left side.

Frost felt so....vulnerable. But the truth was, he knew he deserved all of this. After everything he had done to the planets he harmed, this was simply karma doing it's job, and reminding him that everything had consequences. At the beginning, Frost denied being at fault, denied that he did anything wrong. Instead he blamed that damn angel, Vados, and Goku, and Vegeta, and everyone involved with that tournament. But being on the run changed his perspective on things....the true realization of what he'd done finally weighed down on his chest, and for the first time in his life, he felt immense guilt and shame. And now there was nothing he could do to fix things....

Right now, all there was left to do was try and survive.

Frost could feel a small lump form in the back of his throat, tears welling up in his eyes. But he blinked them away, forcing himself to focus on his growling stomach, which was once again becoming unbearable. He looked to the street, slowly approaching the end of the alleyway and peeking around the corner. Surprisingly, the street seemed completely empty, even if it was nighttime. No passerbys, or authorities, or even any shop keepers. Everything was dark and calm, with only the city lights illuminating the area. Just twenty feet away from him was an unsupervised food cart, with fruits still sitting on top of them. This was just too perfect of an opportunity to pass up.

The blue ice-jin slipped out of the darkness and slithered towards the food cart as quickly and quietly as he could. He glanced around the cart before picking out a couple fruits and hiding them in his cloak. He didn't have time to be picky or select what he would actually want. Even if there were no people around, he wouldn't risk standing out in the open longer than he had too. He whirled around to return to the alleyway he came from - only to smack into some solid in front of him. He winced and fell back onto the ground, the fruit falling out of his hands and rolling into the street. A small hiss escaped his lips as he clutched onto his side, pain momentarily shooting through his body before he growled.

"Shit, what the...." Frost lost his words as looked in front of him. His breath hitched, his pupils shrinking significantly upon seeing the figure before him.

He didn't hit something....he hit *someone*.

The one person he dreaded ever meeting again.

Red eyes looked down upon the blue ice-jin, wearing the usual neutral expression. Frost remained motionless, petrified, barely managing to even stutter out a single name. "H...H-H...Hit...." his trembling voice was barely above a whisper. Hit said nothing, staring at the criminal long and hard, as if trying to determine if who he saw was truly sitting before him. Frost's blood froze, his face quickly turning pale and his heart pounding against his chest. "What is he doing here?! Why the hell is he here?! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?!" he screamed in his mind. His mind was racing, frantically trying to think of a solution. He was almost certain Hit was here with a contract for his life. Why else would he happen to be here out of all the planets in Universe 6?! As for what to do....Frost was weak, and tired. Fighting was not an option, not that he was skilled enough to counter Hit's time skip anyway. And he only had one poison needle at the end of his tail, which would be useless if he missed. So, Frost did the next best thing....

In just a matter of seconds, Frost was on his feet, and he bolted. Surprisingly, the assassin didn't try to grab him as he circled around and zoomed back down the alleyway he came from. Sharp breaths escaped the blue ice-jin's mouth as he ran down the alley, taking a random left turn, and then a right. He darted in as many directions as he could, hoping that if and when the assassin did try to follow him, he'd somehow get lost in the alleyways. Frost's lungs burned as he ran, his legs screaming at him to stop, and his side was shooting intense bolts of pain. But he ignored it all. The fear that clouded his mind took over, the adrenaline rush being just enough energy for him to keep moving.

Eventually he came across a dead end, skidding to a stop. He only paused for a few seconds, panicking as he looked back to where he just came from. The only way out of the deadend was to go back, and he sure as hell wasn't doing that. So he took his chances with the dead end, rushing to the end of it and hiding behind a large trash bin, the shadow enveloping his small form.

His body trembled violently, clutching onto his cloak and covering himself as much as possible. Deep down, he knew that running like this was futile. Hit was notorious for tracking down his targets with perfection, no matter how hard they tried to hide. It'd take much more than a few twists and turns for Frost to lose him. And even if by some miracle he did, he couldn't leave this planet, or even this city. It'd only be a matter of time before Hit found him again, and finished him for good....

He was absolutely screwed.

"This can't be happening....this can't be happening...." Frost whimpered under his breath. Even after all this time, trying to be careful, none of it mattered. The legendary assassin was after him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And then he heard footsteps. Frost froze, covering his mouth with one hand while the other kept a firm grip on his cloak. The footsteps were light at first, sounding far away. But as the became louder, Frost recognized them right away, the same footsteps that approached him when he tried to steal Lord Champa's treasure and space cube. They got louder and louder, and his heart thumped faster than ever before.

And then they stopped abruptly. Frost remained where he was, still as stone. He didn't have to look to realize the assassin was standing at the end of the alley, almost certainly blocking his only exit. Frost didn't even allow himself to breathe, praying that Hit just move on and leave him alone. He didn't want to face him. He didn't want to die....

"Frost," the blue ice-jin stiffened upon hearing his name, hearing a few more footsteps, realizing the assassin was coming even closer now, "I know you're here." Hit replied. The assassin spoke surprisingly....softly, and gently. Almost as if he were speaking to a frightened child. But Frost's fear blinded him, and he didn't hear the gentle tone - all he heard was his death sentence. A few more footsteps, and Frost could see Hit's shadow just a few feet away from him. He was right there....any moment now, he would seem him, and when he did....

Frost's fight or flight instincts finally kicked in, refusing to go down with at least some attempt at a fight. He lunged out of his hiding spot, giving a loud cry as he thrust his tail forward towards Hit's face. The assassin seemed unphased, effortlessly dodging side to side, just like last time Frost attempted this attack with him. And just like last time, he caught his tail in his hand, giving the criminal a calm stare. Frost's eyes widened. Not so much out of shock, he knew this was a futile effort to begin with. But out of immense fear and dread. Now that he was actually standing in front of the hitman, trapped in a dead end and completely at his mercy, it really began to sink in....he was going to die.

He was going to die here. He was going to die all alone.

Frost collapsed to his knees, ignoring the splash of a puddle below him, and once again clutched around his cloak. He hung his head low, shutting his eyes tight as tears threatened to escape. "....H-Hit, please just....get it over with." that was all he manage to say with the lump in the back of his throat forming.

There was a tense moment of silence. Hit continued to stare down at the ice-jin, keeping a gentle grip on his tail. His expression began to soften, and his heart swelled at the sight. Frost really had no idea....he didn't realize why he followed him in the first place. He had every reason to assume he was after his life. He was an assassin after all, and there were definitely contracts for his life. But that wasn't why he was here. That wasn't what drove him to follow the criminal here.

Frost remained where he was, too scared to move. What was only a moment felt like eternity to him. He was almost about to snap at the hitman to just do it already, and end his suffering....but was shocked when his tail was released. He opened his eyes, but didn't look up from the floor, still too scared to face Hit.

"Frost....I'm not here to kill you. You're not in any danger." Frost's eyes widened, taken aback by Hit's words. Again, he spoke in a calm and gentle tone, only this time the criminal actually heard it. It caused him to slowly lift his head, staring at Hit with teary eyes, his hood slowly falling off his head. "I-I....y-you....what?" he stuttered, completely and utterly confused. Hit slowly knelt down onto one knee so he wasn't towering over the terrified ice-jin. Once they were face to face, Frost saw something he wasn't expecting....a smile. A kind, warm smile. One that offered comfort and reassurance, something that wasn't usual for the assassin.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I promise. I just....I wanted to offer you a place to stay. If you're interested." he said. Frost was in complete disbelief. This....this can't be right. This can't be real. Hit was here, offering him shelter, for supposedly nothing in exchange. This didn't make sense....why would he do this for him? Why would he take him in like this, without hesitation? Didn't he understand who he was....wasn't he aware of the horrible things he's done?

"I....I don't understand." Frost murmured. "I have a place here in the city where we can take refudge, comfortably. You can rest there, and even have food. You won't have to stay out here by yourself. You'll be safe. There won't be anything to worry about." Hit explained. Frost searched for any trace of trickery or lies in his voice, but found none. In fact, he never heard Hit speak so genuinely before. His first instinct was to deny the assassin's words, to state he couldn't possibly be speaking the truth. He even opened his mouth to say those very same words....but found he had nothing to say.

This was all too good to be true, but he knew Hit long enough to know when he spoke the truth. He'd always been the kind of man to speak bluntly, and not hide what he thought. And he knew Hit was telling the truth about this offer.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, causing him to cover his face with his hands, sobbing softly. Hit made his move, reaching his arms out and gently pulling the ice-jin into a warm embrace. Instinctively Frost huddled against his strong form, burying his face against his chest as he continued to cry. Every part of him was screaming not to trust this, to get as far away as possible. But after being alone for so long, and feeling so vulnerable....the need to feel secure overtook him. Hit craddled his body with one arm, while his other hand stroked the back of his head, hushing him softly.

"Shhh, it'll be okay, Frost." he said softly.

Frost could only respond in soft sobs, clinging onto Hit's coat tightly, almost desperately. The assassin carefully stood up, keeping a steady hold on the ice-jin in his arms. Frost's long tail curled around his waist, holding him even closer. Hit said nothing as he carried the criminal away from the alley. Frost should've been relieved, at least a little bit. He was about to get shelter and food! He was just given security for the first time in a couple years! He should be grateful of this miracle fate has bestowed upon him. But only one thought plagued his mind, causing his tears to stream nonstop....

All he could think....was that he didn't deserve such kindness.

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Eventually Frost went silent in the assassin's arms, finally becoming too exhausted to continue crying. He didn't protest as Hit carried him down the street, allowing him to take him wherever this unknown location was. The blue ice-jin couldn't help leaning against Hit's strong figure as much as possible, soaking up as much warmth as he could. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt warm. Frost struggled to keep his eyes open, his eyelids begging to slip shut so he can get some much needed sleep. But that tug of paranoia was enough motivation to keep him awake; he still believed this outreach of kindness the assassin offered was too good to be true. He still couldn't trust it. But he felt so exhausted, and his wound screamed in pain more than ever, thanks to the running he just did, so he'd at least let this play out and see how it ends.

Eventually Hit came across a tall hotel, with most of the lights shut off, most likely from people sleeping for the night. Frost cringed, a nervous knot forming in his stomach at the idea of someone seeing him, causing him to tug his hood over his head. Hit noticed the ice-jin's discomfort, and adjusted his hold on him before speaking. "Don't worry, this place is at the edge of the city. No one will recognize you here." he said.

Frost didn't respond. He remained silent as Hit carried him into the building. The nervous knot in Frost's stomach tightened, shutting his eyes as he felt Hit carry him across the lobby, and up a set of stairs. He began to regret not paying attention to his surroundings on the way here; he didn't recognize this place at all. And from his experience, every time he came across an unfamiliar area, he always found some form of trouble. Maybe he could still find his chance to leave. He could tell the hitman to put him down so he could get out of here. He could even strike him with his needle now, Hit didn't seem to be paying attention to it now....

But the blue ice-jin found himself unable to move as Hit paused in front of a door and opened it, stepping inside. Frost didn't lift his head until he heard the door firmly shut, and only then did he allow himself to look around. The room didn't seem particularly fancy or anything, but it seemed to have enough. A large bed in the middle of the room, a small T.V. sitting upon a drawer, another door that Frost assumed led to a bathroom, and a single window that revealed the lights illuminating the city.

"It's not much, but it's better than nothing. I'm only staying here a few days, and then I'll be leaving this planet....if it interests you, you may come with me." Hit explained in a neutral tone. Frost glanced up at the hitman, shocked by his offer. Here he was, continuing to lend a hand to him. Why....what the hell was he planning?!

He remained silent as Hit carried Frost to the bed and sat him down on the edge of the mattress. Instinctively, Frost hugged his cloak tighter around his body, attempting to hide his wound. It didn't seem like the assassin noticed it, so he thought it best to keep it hidden. He didn't trust this. He couldn't trust this. There was just no way the assassin would do this simply out of the good of his heart; he must have some kind of alterior motive. Who would aid a criminal like Frost?

A growl erupted from Frost's stomach, and he winced at the feeling, remembering how this whole situation started to begin with. Hit seemed to take notice, and walked over to a black duffle bag that laid near the bed. The blue ice-jin perked up, suddenly very alert, prepared for Hit to pull out some sort of weapon....only for him to pull out a few pieces of fruit. They were bright and colorful, perfectly ripe. They were in much better condition than the ones Frost tried to steal before. He watched as Hit once again approached him, handing out one of the fruit to him. While his expression was still neutral, there was a softness to it, making him appear almost sympathetic. "Here. I assume you're hungry, yes?" he said. Frost blinked, looking to the fruit offered to him than back at the assassin. The sight alone made his mouth water a little, but the paranoia held him back. Hit could sense the criminal's suspicion, and slowly started to pull his hand back.

"It's not poisonous. I'm willing to take a bite to prove it, if that makes you feel better." he replied calmly. His tone was too genuine to sound like a lie. So Frost slowly shook his head, holding out a shaking hand to accept the fruit. Hit gave a small smile, and handed him the fruit. Almost immediately Frost bit into the fruit greedily, the sweet juices overtaking his taste buds. He almost moaned at how good it tasted, but settled on a humming in content instead. God, when was the last time he ate something that tasted this fresh and juicy?! He found himself taking another bite, and another, completely forgetting about the assassin that stood before him. In less than a minute, the whole fruit was gone, leaving only a small stem. Frost licked the sweet juice around his lips, sighing in content, finally feeling some satisfaction in his stomach. He wasn't near full yet, but it was a start.

That's when he blinked, remembering Hit was still in front of him. A small blush dusted his cheeks, and Frost glanced away. He wanted to say something, anything to show his gratitude. But again his suspicions tugged at his heart, reminding him that he shouldn't trust this situation. Even so, he should say *something* after just chowing down his food, right?

"T-Thank you...." his voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper.

"You're welcome." Hit replied. He held out another piece of fruit as an offer for more, but Frost gently shook his head. As much as his stomach told him to eat more, he didn't feel comfortable accepting anymore food until he knew the assassin's motives. Hit simply gave a small nod as he returned to his duffle bag and put the fruit away. While Hit had his back turned to him, Frost took a moment to reach under his cloak and feel his wound.

It was warm with blood, seeping through the makeshift bandage. It must've reopened during his failed escape earlier.

"Fuck...." Frost hissed under his breath.

No wonder it hurt so bad now, not that it was healing all that well to begin with. Still, this wasn't good. In this state, it would likely get infected, and Frost didn't have any sort of medication for a situation like that. He didn't even have a first aid kit. He started to wonder if he'd have to steal one somewhere....

"Frost? Are you okay?" the blue ice-jin jolted, panic briefly taking over as he hugged his cloak around him once more. Hit gave Frost a questioning look, waiting for his reply. "I'm fine." Frost quickly said. Even he could tell his voice sounded strained, but he couldn't help it. The wound was throbbing with pain. Hit once again approached the ice-jin before he spoke. "Your cloak is soaked. It'd be better to hang it up and let it dry." he stated. The assassin slowly reached out to help take off the cloak, but was caught off guard when Frost scooted back, making sure the cloak covered the half side of his body. "N-No, that's okay, I - mmph!" A pained whimper escaped Frost's lips, and he clutched onto the left side of his waist, his limbs huddling close to his small form.

The assassin watched him carefully. He wondered from the beginning if something was wrong. The way Frost ran earlier didn't seem normal, almost stumbling a few times. And he felt tense the entire time he carried him to the hotel. At the time, he assumed it was because Frost was scared. But now he began to suspect the criminal was trying to hide something, and the way Frost acted made Hit worried.

"Frost....what're you hiding?"

The blue ice-jin's eyes widened, giving the assassin a fearful expression. "Nothing!" he said all too quickly. Hit didn't believe him. So he sat down on the edge beside Frost, who immediately tensed up and scooted away. "Can you move your cloak, please?" the assassin asked calmly. Frost didn't respond, his grip on his cloak tightening. Hit released a small sigh, slowly reaching out to pull away the cloak himself, but the ice-jin quickly swatted his hand away with his tail. "Don't touch me!" he hissed. Frost tried to sound intimidating, but his trembling voice gave away his fear. Hit paused, slowly lowering his hand back to his side. It was obvious Frost was scared. He didn't want to cause the ice-jin anymore fear, but if he was hiding some sort of wound, he needed to take care of it, especially if he was in pain. Hit's expression softened, and he carefully scooted closer to the ice-jin before catching his gaze.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Frost. I just want to see under your cloak. I won't even touch you, okay?" he asked in a gentle tone. Frost blinked, staring at the hitman for a long moment. Every part of him was screaming at him to not trust the reassuring expression he was given, to not trust this bizarre out of character act of kindness. He questioned if he should bolt for the door while he still could. But another pulse of pain from his side reminded him that he could barely move. There wasn't anything he could do. He didn't seem to have much of a choice....

Hit once again reached out, carefully grabbing onto the edge of the cloak. Frost shut his eyes and turned his head away as the assassin pulled back the cloak. Hit's eyes widened upon what he saw; it seemed like he did have some sort of wound on the left side of his waist. It didn't appear too large, but enough that it'd be difficult for anyone to move. Some sort of blanket was tightly wrapped around his waist, acting as a makeshift bandage. However, fresh blood seemed to seep through the fabric, most likely because the wound reopened.

"Frost, why didn't you tell me you were injured?" Hit asked. Frost responded by tugging back the cloak and hugging himself in it once more. "Because I don't trust this....I don't trust you!" he suddenly snapped. Hit blinked, taken aback by his outburst. However the ice-jin didn't stop speaking. "You've never cared what's happened to me before! Hell, no one has! And suddenly you come out of nowhere, offering all these things to help me....things I don't deserve! Tell me what's going on! What's your real motive in helping me?! What the hell are you planning?!" he demanded. Despite how much he yelled, his voice continued to tremble, further revealing his fear.

There was a long moment of silence, and the two men simply stared at each other. Hit held a calm and neutral expression, unphased by Frost's outburst, while Frost continued to stare at him with wide eyes, his body still shaking. The tension became so thick, you could cut it with a blade. For a moment, neither of them knew what to do. However, eventually Hit let out a small sigh. Frost wasn't entirely wrong; he did have a hidden motive behind his actions. But it was nothing that would cause the ice-jin any harm. He wanted to explain this to him, to explain everything. But first and foremost, he wanted to treat that wound.

"....your wound needs treatment, Frost. Let me properly treat it, and then I'll explain everything."

Frost froze. That....wasn't the response he expected. Then again, he wasn't really sure what to expect at this point. He lifted his cloak a bit, glancing at his wound before looking back at Hit. He didn't trust the idea of Hit touching him, but he knew he was right. It needed to be treated. And he didn't have the equipment or skills needed to do it himself....another pulse of pain caused him to whimper, solidifying his decision.

"F-Fine...." he murmured.

Hit nodded, and stood up from the bed. "Wait here for a moment." he said, walking to the door nearby and opening it, concluding Frost's assumption that it was a bathroom. The blue ice-jin remained where he was, hugging his knees close to his chest as he waited tensely. He listened as he heard slight shuffling in the bathroom, as well as the sink running water for a moment before the assassin returned. In his hands he held a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, a small rag, a needle with thread, and a roll of bandages. Frost watched nervously as Hit sat beside him once more, looking at him calmly before he spoke.

"You'll need to take off your cloak." he replied. Frost tightened his grip on the cloak, hesitant to take it off. For the longest time, this cloak has been the only form of comfort and protection he's had. He's never taken it off unless absolutely necessary. Especially now, with his wound making him feel extra vulnerable, he felt scared taking it off. But he also knew Hit could take if off himself, and he was giving Frost the chance to do it of his own will. So, with great hesitance and dread, Frost untied the front of the cloak and allowed it to slip off his shoulders and fall behind him.

"Please lay down on your side. It'll be easier for me to treat it that way." Hit explained. The blue ice-jin gave a small nod, scooting a little closer to the assassin and laying on his uninjured side, looking straight ahead at the wall. Hit carefully untied the makeshift blanket around Frost's waist and pulled it off, carefully inspecting the wound closer. It seemed to be a simple cut down his side, stretching from the middle of his side down just above his hip.

"W-What's the needle and thread for?" Frost asked nervously, glancing back at Hit uneasily. "I brought them in case you'd need stitches. And it seems like you do." the assassin replied. Frost swallowed at the thought, once again turning his head away. He didn't want to watch. He was scared enough as it is.

"I'm going start by cleaning your wound....it'll only hurt for a moment." Hit said gently. Frost only gave a small nod. He waited tensely as Hit poured the rubbing alcohol on the small rag. He carefully dabbed the rag directly onto the wound before gently wiping away the blood around it. The criminal whimpered in pain, shutting his eyes tightly as his body instinctively jolted away from the rag. Hit hushed him softly, gently pulling Frost towards him and resumed cleaning the wound. Frost forced himself to keep still, whimpering and wincing in pain. Luckily it only lasted a moment as Hit placed the rag aside, and instead began to prepare the thread and needle.

"Alright, now I'm going to close the wound. You'll need to keep still while I do this. Okay?" the assassin said softly. The nervous knot in Frost's stomach tightened, but he nodded nonetheless. Although he couldn't help but flinch the moment he felt the needle poke at his skin.

"Hit wait, I-I...." he stuttered. Hit paused, glancing down at Frost's expression. The blue ice-jin had his eyes screwed shut, tears budding in them. He clenched the sheets below him tightly, and his body was trembling nonstop. The assassin frowned, the sight causing his heart to swell. He reached a hand out and gently rubbing his back with his palm, causing Frost's eyes to snap open in surprise. "Just try to relax. This part won't hurt, I promise." Hit murmured softly. Frost remained still, focusing on the warmth of Hit's warm hand on his back. He found the touch surprisingly comforting, and he exhaled softly as he leaned against his hand. His body finally started to relax, sinking into the mattress and closing his eyes. Frost hardly noticed when Hit removed his hand and resumed his earlier actions, carefully sewing up the wound. Just as Hit said, he felt no pain, just the ocassional poking feeling on his side. It was only a few moments before Hit cut the thread and set the needle aside.

"There. Now I just need to bandage it. Can you sit up?" Frost nodded, slowly rising up into a sitting position, even if his body wanted him to remain laying down so he could fall asleep. He didn't protest as he lifted his arms, allowing the assassin to wrap the bandaging around his waist. Once he was done, he moved the supplies off the bed and into his duffle bag before looking back to Frost. "How do you feel?" he asked.

Frost placed a hand over his wound, lightly touching the bandages that covered it. It still ached with a dull pain, but it felt much better than it did before. "It'll probably be completely healed in a couple weeks, and the stitches can be removed in a week. But until then, you shouldn't move too much. I don't want the wound to reopen." Hit explained. Again, Frost felt obligated to express his gratitude, say some form of thank you. But first and foremost, he wanted answers. He wanted security for his life. He wanted the truth.

"....you said you'd explain everything after my wound was treated."

To Frost's surprise, Hit nodded, turning his head away and closing his eyes. "Yes, I did." he stated. The blue ice-jin blinked, not expecting the assassin to comply so easily, but remained silent so he could listen to what he had to say. "What you said before, about an alterior motive....you weren't entirely wrong. But it's not what you assume it to be. I meant what I said before, I'm not here to kill you or harm you in anyway. I didn't even realize you were on this planet. Running into you like that was just a coincidence." Hit explained. For a moment he opened his eyes and gazed down at the floor, as if pondering how to say his next few words.

"The moment I saw you though....I realized I couldn't leave you here by yourself. It's clear you've been struggling to survive. It....it didn't feel right to leave you there. I felt I needed to help you somehow." Hit struggled to make the words come out, having a difficult time putting his thoughts into clear sentences. Frost just watched silently, only becoming more confused, and that confusion soon turned to frustration. "I don't understand, though....why would you feel the need to help me? Why would you care what happens to me?" the ice-jin demanded in a stern tone. For a moment Hit didn't respond, keeping his gaze to the floor. Frost blinked upon seeing a pink hue appear on the assassin's cheeks. He was....blushing? The criminal jumped a little when Hit suddenly straightened his back, and turned his head to look him right in the eye. The assassin had no idea how to put this statement lightly or easily, so he figured being blunt was most likely the best approach.

"Because I've become infatuated with you, Frost."

The statement slammed into the ice-jin like a truck, practically knocking the wind out of him. His eyes widened, and his own face started to flush with heat. What....what did he say? He can't be serious. Did he hear him correctly?

"Y-You....what?"

"I've become infatuated with you." Hit repeated, speaking just as genuinely as the first time, with no hesitance. Questions overflooded the criminal's mind, frantically wrapping his brain around the idea, trying to understand why Hit of all people would feel this way, especially towards him. "H-Hit, I....what're you talking about?" he asked. The assassin once again looked away, returning his gaze to the floor. "I apologize. I know it's a rather sudden confession. But you deserved to know....this feeling built up ever since the tournament between Beerus and Champa. Those feelings were small at first, so I paid little attention to them. But over time, they only grew, especially once I found you again for the Tournament of Power." Frost continued to stare at the hitman in disbelief, finding himself speechless.

"After the last time we met, when we were all brought back, I became quite concerned for you. There was no sign of you almost a whole year, and the contracts for your life kept piling up. I began to assume the worst, and had suspected you were killed. So when I found you tonight, and saw the state you were in....I couldn't very well leave you alone." Hit again glanced at the ice-jin, this time wearing a softer expression. "I apologize if I've scared you, and I understand if you still don't trust me. I don't expect you to return my feelings, or even want to stay here for the night. If you'd prefer, you're free to leave at any time. I just wanted to help."

For a long moment, Frost simply stared at the assassin. A strange tightness took over in his chest, causing his heart to swell. After everything he's done....destroying and selling other planets, killing innocent people, deceiving the entire universe for God knows how long, and even after how he'd attack Hit multiple times....he was here. Hit was here, caring for him and giving him support, with emotions of love being his main motivation. He didn't understand....

"....why?"

Hit perked up, becoming attentive to the ice-jin's question. He noticed tears start to build up in Frost's eyes, wearing a shameful and guilty expression. "Why....why would you have feelings for me? Why would you feel I deserve your kindness and care? Don't you understand who I am, or how I got here? I'm a criminal, Hit! People have died because of me! And for the longest time, I didn't even care! Why would you want to help someone like me?!" he demanded. The tears started to stream down his cheeks, and Frost sniffled as he attempted to wipe them away.

"What could you possibly see in someone like me...?" he said weakly. He shut his eyes tight, the tears streaming faster as he clutched his hands into fists. All he could think of was everything he didn't deserve. He didn't deserve the food he was offered, or the shelter he was given, or the treatment to his wound....he didn't deserve to feel love, or be loved-

Frost's eyes suddenly opened and a small gasp escaped his lips, looking down to see Hit's hand over his own. He slowly looked up, seeing the warm smile that had spread across Hit's face. "This....this is what I saw. I saw the good in you. I had a feeling you'd see the error of your ways, and would reflect on your actions....you've changed, haven't you? You haven't harmed anyone ever since your life on the run, correct?"

"Hit...." Frost murmured. "I understand it doesn't change what you've done, but it's a step in the right direction. You may think you don't deserve a lot of things, but everyone deserves a second chance. Don't you think?" Hit said kindly.

The lump in the back of Frost's throat became tighter, and he visibly struggled to keep from breaking down crying. Hit scooted closer before he reached his arms out, pulling the ice-jin into his lap and holding him in a warm embrace. That final act of kindess caused the dam to break, and Frost began to sob softly against Hit's chest, clinging onto his coat. The assassin started to gently rub his back with his palm, remaining silent and allowing the ice-jin to cry in his arms. He understood the criminal had been through a lot, and had spent so much time alone. He couldn't imagine the fear and vulnerability he's felt for so long. Maybe he did do terrible things in the past, but Hit believed the experiences Frost had been through were enough punishment. He's paid for his crimes; now he finally deserves to have some support and security. And Hit would give him just that.

Frost continued to sob and cry, finally allowing himself to succumb to built up feelings that welled inside him. Fear, guilty, shame, sadness, loneliness....all these emotions bore a heavy weight upon his chest, and they were finally flooding out of him in the form of tears. He finally felt safe enough to release these emotions, feeling secure in Hit's embrace. Frost also found great comfort with the assassin's prescence, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feeling of his palm rubbing his back. It felt nice to finally feel comforted.

Soon the ice-jin's sobs died down, and he pulled away from his chest to wipe his remaining tears with a sniffle. Hit said nothing, waiting for Frost to speak first. And once he was more composed, Frost spoke. "Hit, I....thank you. For everything. I still don't feel like I deserve your kindness, but I appreciate it nonetheless." he spoke as genuinely as he could, to truly express his gratitude. Hit's smile widened a little, raising a hand to gently cup Frost's cheek, causing the ice-jin to look up at him.

"You're welcome, Frost." Hit replied. For a moment, the two just stared at each other, trapped in each other's gaze. Frost found himself blushing, his heart suddenly pounding out of his chest. He didn't know for sure if he reciprocated Hit's romantic feelings, but he slowly started to realize developing such feelings wouldn't take long. Hit's eyes....despite how stern and intimidating they can be, they were still very intoxicating to look at....

Wait....was Hit's face coming closer?

Frost eyes widened, watching silently as the assassin leaned closer, soon their inches faces apart. Frost's heart thumped louder and louder. For a moment, he wondered if he should say something, or push the hitman away. But he found himself realizing he didn't want that....he wanted him to be closer. He closed his eyes and allowed Hit to connect their lips, kissing him tenderly. It only lasted a few seconds, to which Hit gently pulled away so their eyes met once more....but only a couple more seconds passed before their lips reconnected once more. Frost's tail instinctively wrapped around the two of them, pressing each other closer.

Frost didn't know what exactly would happen after tonight. But one thing he decided on firmly....he'd never leave his savior again, and he'd go wherever he went from now on.

Chapter Text

No one would've expected for the saiyan and ice-jin to actually become a couple. Their personalities were like polar opposites; Goku was a cheerful, kind man who always went with his instincts and heart before anything else, while Frieza was a cool headed, although rather harsh and scary man who hardly took interest in others and was almost never in a good mood. However, as people say, opposites seem to attract.

It's not like they could escape each other anyway, as they just happened to have all the same classes together (which annoyed Frieza to no ends at the beginning of the semester). Ever since they first met, Goku repeatedly kept trying to become Frieza's friend. He'd follow him everywhere, ask to spend time with him, sat next to him during class, anything he could to be near Frieza. Of course, the ice-jin found his clingy behavior quite annoying, and often tried to shoo him away, sometimes even going so far as to attack him to try so he could scare him off. But Goku didn't give up so easily.

And before Frieza even realized it, he became too familiar with the saiyan's prescence, to the point where he stopped threatening him, and instead allowed him to remain at his side. It didn't take long for both of them to develop feelings for one another. Goku was the first to admit it, quite bluntly at that, and asked the ice-jin if felt the same way. For awhile, Frieza refused to acknowledge such feelings, stating such an idea was outrageous. But after a long week of thinking over his thoughts, he finally admited to the saiyan (and to himself) that he did indeed reciprocate Goku's feelings. Ever since then, the two became even closer than before. Frieza didn't allow many public displays of affection, only allowing the two to hold hands and sometimes let Goku kiss his cheek. The saiyan didn't mind in the slightest, simply just happy he could spend time with his lover at all. And while Frieza wouldn't admit it to anyone except Goku, he also was very happy to spend time with him.

About 6 months had passed, and the two were still strong and loving in their relationship. For awhile, they were content with how things were. However, one day while they were studying together (or rather while Frieza was studying and Goku was watching TV) the saiyan brought up a topic that caught the ice-jin off guard. Goku stated bluntly that he wanted to take their relationship further intimately, and asked if Frieza wanted to do the same. Frieza honestly didn't know how to respond. He never expected his lover to have interest in sex, considering his rather innocent nature. He didn't even know what a kiss was till the ice-jin had showed Goku himself. Not to mention whenever they did cuddle or touch each other, the saiyan never touched him in a "suggestive" manner. So his request was rather spontaneous. But what surprised Frieza even more was how he had said yes to the idea.

* * * *

And so, here they were, with Frieza waiting in Goku's dorm, while the saiyan grabbed a quick shower. The ice-jin couldn't help but pace back and forth, unable to keep still for long. He wouldn't admit it, but Frieza was incredibly nervous. He knew he shouldn't be; this was Goku, after all, and if nothing else, he absolutely trusted him. It's part of what he loved about him. But Frieza couldn't stop the nervous knot forming in his stomach. The truth was, while many didn't realize it....he was actually an inexperienced virgin. He'd never been with anyone else intimately. Hell, he'd never even been in a serious relationship before Goku came along. He didn't like being that vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Even now, sometimes he still struggled to express his emotions around his lover.

The ice-jin finally ceased his pacing to look out the window, looking at the night sky littered with stars, and the moonlight illuminating the dark room. Frieza took a deep breath and exhaled, placing a hand over his eyes. Was this a mistake? Could he even go through with this? He growled a little in frustration, his tail flickering a bit. Why the hell was he so nervous? It wasn't as if he didn't want this....above everything else, Frieza knew he wanted this. For once, he just needed to lower his guard, and actually allow himself to enjoy what he wanted. But how could he lower down walls he'd kept up for so many years...?

"Hey, I'm back. Sorry I took so long."

Frieza snapped out of his thoughts and turned to face the saiyan, only for his face to immediately turn a bright shade of red. The only thing that covered Goku's muscular, nude form was a towel wrapped around his waist, which almost seemed to be falling off. His clean form practically shined in the moonlight, while small droplets of water dripped off the tips of his hair. And of course, there was that ever present friendly, goofy smile on Goku's face. The ice-jin would be lying if he said the sight wasn't attractive, but it also caught him completely off guard.

Goku's smile widened at the flustered expression on Frieza's face, causing him to chuckle in amusement. The ice-jin immediately growled, folding his arms across his chest.

"What's so funny?!"

"I'm sorry, but you should see the look on your face! It's hilarious!"

"Grrrgh, well I wasn't exactly expecting you to come out looking like *that*!" Frieza stated, turning his head away and pouting a little. The saiyan chuckled again, taking a few steps towards his lover. "Well, I mean, I figured I wouldn't really need to put on clothes, since they'd just get taken off anyway." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Frieza's face blushed brighter, remembering the reason they were here to begin with. "Yes, I....I suppose that's true." he admitted.

He took a deep breath and turned back to face his partner, slowly approaching Goku and reaching up to wrap his arms around his neck. The nervous knot was still present in his stomach, but he did his best to ignore it. He refused to let his nerves and inexperience show through. He trusted Goku, he really did....but even he felt too ashamed to admit to such things. So, he pushed those thoughts away and allowed himself to have this moment.

"You do look rather....handsome, like this...." Frieza murmured softly, taking one of his hands and running it down Goku's chest, tracing out his muscles with his fingertips. The goofy grin was replaced with a more loving smile, taking the ice-jin's chin in his hand so he could tilt it upwards. "And you look just as beautiful as always." he replied. He leaned down and captured Frieza's black lips into a passionate kiss. The ice-jin kissed back, his tail slowly curling behind him. It didn't take long for Goku's tongue to glide over his bottom lip, asking for him to open his mouth. Frieza hesitated a moment before opening his mouth a little wider, feeling the saiyan's warm tongue slip inside. His eyes shut tighter at the strange feeling, his grip around Goku's neck becoming a bit more firm. The couple didn't kiss like this often, on account of Frieza usually feeling too shy to do so, but once in awhile he allowed Goku to dominate his moist cavern just like this.

Frieza struggled to hold back a soft moan, especially when Goku's hands started to wander around his body. His strong hands stroked up and down his back, the front of his chest, the back of his neck, and then finally resting on his ass, just below his tail. The ice-jin shivered at the foreign touch, finding it surprisingly pleasant. However his eyes snapped open when Goku suddenly lifted him off the floor, causing him to instinctively wrap his legs around his waist. He broke the kiss to give the saiyan a startled expression.

"W-What're you doing?" he demanded, cursing himself mentally for stuttering. Goku merely chuckled before pecking a kiss on Frieza's cheek. "Relax. I'm just carrying you to the bed." he said. Frieza blinked before looking away in embarrassment. "Oh, yes, of course...." he murmured. Dammit, of course that's what he was doing! He should've realized that before he asked such a stupid question. Before he could mentally scold himself anymore, Goku again grabbed his chin and pulled him into another kiss, causing Frieza to slip his eyes shut. The two continued to kiss passionately as Goku walked to the bed, pausing once he reached the edge of it.

Frieza felt his nerves slowly return as he was lowered to the bed, with Goku carefully laying the ice-jin upon the mattress. The saiyan broke the kiss, allowing the two of them to catch their breath. For a moment, they simply stared into each other's eyes, unable to look away. A smile spread across Goku's face, causing Frieza to shyly look away. This was new to him, being sprawled out like this, his entire body vulnerable for whatever the saiyan might do. It made him feel anxious, his instincts telling him to push Goku away or make some sort of demand to not touch him. But his body and emotions told him otherwise, already aroused by the little activity they've done thus far.

He shivered upon feeling the saiyan's hot breath on his neck, stiffening when he felt his lips trail soft kisses down the side. Each kiss ignited soft bursts of pleasure against his skin, causing him to let out a shaky breath, but the nervous knot in his stomach prevented him from relaxing completely, no matter how much he tried. However, warm hands started to gently rub up and down his waist, caressing him with care. A more content sigh escaped Frieza's lips, finding Goku's touch surprisingly comforting, allow him to turn his head over to expose more of his neck. He was rewarded with Goku sucking on his sweet spot, gently grazing his teeth over his skin.

Frieza whimpered a little, surprised by how such a small action could feel that good. His tail twitched and flickered, eventually settling to coil around one of Goku's legs. The ice-jin became so distracted by the pleasure on his neck, he didn't notice how one of Goku's hands trailed away from his waist and slid down his stomach and abdomen. It wasn't till he felt his hand on his inner thigh did he become distinctively aware of how close he was to touching his crotch area.

"G-Goku...." he was about to speak up and tell him to slow down, but he immediately shut his mouth before he could say another word. "Stop it, Frieza. You're fine! Just relax." he scolded himself mentally. But suddenly the last thing he could do was relax, his breathing increasing into short, ragged breaths and his eyes screwed shut. Little did he realize that Goku could sense his partner's discomfort, and immediately pulled his hand away to return to his waist. Frieza blinked, looking at the saiyan confused as Goku gave an apologetic smile. "Hehe, sorry, guess I'm getting a little carried away. You okay?" he asked. His tone was surprisingly gentle, his obsidian eyes holding a loving gaze. Frieza blushed, surprised to feel his own heart flutter.

"I..." the ice-jin turned his head away, trying to wear an annoyed expression, but it only made him appear flustered, "I'm fine. I didn't tell you to stop." he stated. Goku only chuckled a little, finding the sight adorable. "Right, sorry." he said.

He leaned down to kiss Frieza once more, causing both of them to moan softly. Goku resumed caressing Frieza's waist, waiting for his body to relax once more before he attempted moving his hand lower. This time the ice-jin felt a bit more comfortable, spreading his legs a little to allow his partner better access. Goku gently massaged both Frieza's inner thighs before he finally went lower, feeling the smoothness of his crotch area. Frieza had explained to him before how things worked down there, about how his species were hermaphrodites and their privates were protected by a cloaca, which only opened if either the ice-jins allowed or if they were aroused. Goku rubbed against the sensitive skin with his fingers, putting just the right amount of pressure against it. Frieza broke the kiss and let out a soft moan, his eyes slowly closing both from the pleasure and the embarrassment.

It didn't take long for Frieza's cloaca to open up, and Goku could feel two openings inside. He knew what they each had, but he didn't know which was which. So he began to experiment, teasing the first opening. Frieza whimpered at his touch, his member peeking out and slowly becoming erect. Goku smiled as he gently rubbed the tip, his strokes becoming longer the more Frieza's member revealed itself. The ice-jin started to pant softly, unconsciously bucking into the saiyan's hand. Goku couldn't keep his eyes off his lover. It wasn't often he got to see him like this, seeing him as a shy, blushing mess before him. Frieza often tried to keep his feelings to himself, always putting up some sort of wall between him and everyone else. But after getting to know him as long as he did, now he could read the ice-jin like a book. He realized how nervous Frieza truly was about being this vulnerable. Why he was nervous, Goku didn't know, but he knew Frieza was putting a lot of trust in him to allow himself to be touched like this. So, he studied his every action, making sure his partner enjoyed every bit of it.

Soon Goku released Frieza's member and went lower, dipping his index finger into the second opening. Frieza shuddered before he let out a soft moan, his hands clutching the bedsheets below him. Bolts of pleasure shot up his spine as he felt the saiyan's finger curl around inside him, making it even more difficult to keep the embarrassing noises from escaping his lips. He bit his lip upon feeling a second finger slip inside, arching his back. "Does it feel good, Frieza?" Goku asked softly, carefully doing a scissor motion with his fingers to stretch him out. Frieza whimpered at the feeling, only able to give a small nod.

Goku was kinda surprised at how tight his partner felt. He couldn't help but imagine feeling that warm tightness around his own member. The thought only acted as more motivation to please Frieza, and he began to do a thrusting motion with his fingers, aiming for his sweet spot. Frieza finally couldn't hold back his moans once Goku found it, causing him to throw his head back and cry out in pleasure. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh!" he moaned, clutching even tighter onto the bedsheets. Goku's member started to peek out from under the towel, turned on by the sounds he finally got to escape from Frieza.

The saiyan leaned down to suck on Frieza's neck some more, adding to the stimulation and pleasure that overtook the ice-jin's senses. Frieza could hardly think straight anymore, distracted by the fingers that abused his sweet spot over and over. A tightness started to form in his abdomen, ready to snap at any moment. "I-I can't hold out m-much longer....G-Goku...." Frieza murmured breathlessly, barely able to form words between his own moans. He was caught off guard by Goku increasing the pace of his fingers, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Frieza's tail constricted tighter around Goku's leg, and loud whimpers continued to pour out of his mouth. Finally he was driven over the edge, crying out as he reached his climax. Frieza's inner walls clamped down around Goku's fingers and coated them in wet slick.

Goku thrusted his fingers a couple more times, helping his trembling lover ride out his orgasm before he slowly pulled them out. Frieza took a moment to relax, breathing hard as he attempted to catch his breath. It didn't seem like he could do anything to shake off the heat on his cheeks though. He couldn't help but be embarrassed by the moaning mess he had become during the moment. But it simply felt too good for him to keep quiet. Frieza secretly hoped Goku didn't think less of him for succumbing to his desires....

"You feel alright, Frieza?" the ice-jin glanced up at his partner, who wore a warm and loving smile on his face. There didn't seem to be any signs of judgment. In fact, he looked quite happy, a small blush appearing on his own face.

Frieza stared silently for a moment before giving a small nod. "Yes....I'm alright." he panted out, still a little breathless.

The saiyan leaned down and planted a small kiss upon Frieza's lips, electing a small purr from the ice-jin's throat as he kissed back. While it only lasted for a moment, Frieza could feel the tenderness behind it, causing his heart to flutter once more. Once Goku pulled away, he gave an amused chuckle, causing Frieza to give him a questioning expression. "You know you look adorable like that, unable to hold back those cute noises you make." he stated. The white ice-jin blushed brightly at the comment, giving a small growl and whacking at his leg with his tail. "Shut up!" he snapped, although his tone lacked any real anger to it. Goku could laugh in response, the goofy grin returning once more.

"Sorry to say it, but that's not really helping your case." he stated. Frieza gave him a sharp glare before sighing in defeat. "Damn monkey...." he muttered. He intended to say more, but Goku's lips were connected with his once again, and he fell silent as he melted into the kiss. He failed to notice Goku's towel fell off his waist, revealing his large member. Goku leaned closer, further pressing his body against Frieza, keeping him pinned down to the bed. The ice-jin felt the tip poke at his entrance, causing him to inhale sharply.

"Goku, wait!" he found himself saying. The saiyan paused his actions, pulling back a little to look at his partner. "Hmm? Is something wrong?" he asked. Frieza felt himself blush brightly, embarrassed by the brief panic that took over. But he wasn't sure if he felt comfortable continuing like this, with Goku on top....it made him feel too vulnerable.

"I-I just....I'd rather be on top, if that's acceptable." the ice-jin said, glancing up at his lover. Goku blinked before a smile spread across his face, and he gave a nod. "Yeah, of course. We can do that." he replied casually. Frieza mentally let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the saiyan's compliance. He relaxed as Goku lifted him from the bed, turning around and laying on his back, helping Frieza sit comfortably on his lap. From this perspective, the ice-jin could get a much better view of Goku's muscular and toned body, and he couldn't help but run his hands down his strong chest. His build was nothing like Frieza's; while the ice-jin also prided himself in being rather strong himself, he still had a rather slim figure, which in comparison to the saiyan made him look rather small. It didn't help he was only half Goku's height.

However, now that he was sitting upon the saiyan's lap, he also saw his rather large member for the first time. Frieza's eyes widened upon seeing it, the nervous knot returning as he swallowed. "There's no way....that is not going to fit in me!" he thought. The ice-jin remained frozen where he was, briefly struck with fear. He screamed at his body to move, to do something, anything! But the nervous knot in his stomach kept him in place, and he didn't know what to do....

"Frieza?"

The ice-jin finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked to his partner. Goku looked up at him, wearing a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Frieza quickly looked away, unable to meet the saiyan's gaze. What the hell was he doing, freezing in place like this?! There was nothing to be scared of! "I-It's nothing, I'm fine...." he said, although his voice lacked the confidence he wanted to project. A warm hand cupped his cheek, causing Frieza to blink in surprise before looking back at his lover. Goku again wore that warm smile, those obsidian eyes filled with love and understanding.

"Frieza, if something is wrong, you can tell me. Are you really okay?" he asked gently. Frieza's eyes widened, taken aback by the saiyan's words. What was he doing....this was Goku, after all. Why was he trying to hide his fear from the one he loved? He should've realized Goku could read him like an open book at this point. Honestly, it seemed like he had that ability ever since they first met. But rather than shame him for how he felt, or expose him unwillingly, here he was asking Frieza to say what was on his mind. And he knew no matter what he said, Goku would give him nothing but his undying support and love.

"I-I...." a defeated sigh escaped his lips, leaning into Goku's hand for comfort, "....I'm sorry. I-I want this. I want to have this moment with you. But I've never felt more nervous in my entire life....I've never done this before. I'm not used to being this vulnerable to anyone. And it scares me a little...." his body began to tremble a little as he spoke, his body slowly succumbing to the nerves he spoke about. Goku didn't hesitate to sit up, wrapping his arms around his partner and holding him close to his chest. The saiyan's body heat helped Frieza relax, and he leaned against him to absorb more of it.

"....can I tell you something?" Frieza blinked, a little puzzled by the question but nodded against his partner's chest. "This is my first time too."

The white ice-jin immediately perked up, pulling back a bit to look at his lover face to face. "What?! Y-You're serious?!" he blurted out. He was beyond shocked, but thinking back on it, he really shouldn't be. As mentioned before, Goku had a very innocent nature, and rarely ever had dirty thoughts. Still, for some reason, Frieza had assumed Goku had done this at least one other time. Especially with how calm and collected the saiyan has acted all night, he wouldn't have guessed it was his first time. Goku gave a nervous laugh, scratching at his cheek with his finger.

"Hehe, yeah, I'm serious. And if I'm being honest, I'm actually pretty nervous myself." he admitted. "You....you are?" Frieza murmured, continuing to stare up at his partner. Goku looked down at the ice-jin in his lap and nodded, wearing a smile on his face. "Yeah, I am. I've been worried that I'd mess up somehow, like I'd touch you incorrectly, or do something that you wouldn't like." he replied. His strong hands returned to Frieza's waist caressing him gently as he continued to speak. "But I still wanted to try, even if I am nervous. Cause I knew this would be a special moment between the two of us, and it'd bring us closer than ever. It's why I brought this idea up with you to begin with." he explained.

"Goku...." the saiyan leaned forward to kiss the top of Frieza's head.

"I guess I'm just trying to say that you're not alone. We're both really nervous, but we're not alone either. We're in this together." he said gently. His obsidian eyes were practically shining with the moonlight's reflection, showing off the true love he had for the ice-jin. Frieza felt his heart melt at Goku's words, incredibly touched by what he just heard. His eyes watered briefly before he blinked the tears away. Of course, how could he have forgotten....he wasn't alone. This whole time, he felt he was facing this by himself, having to deal with these anxious thoughts the entire time. But he wasn't alone....he was with Goku. He always has been. And they were sharing this moment together. That's what making love was, wasn't it?

"If you're too nervous to keep going though, we don't have to do this tonight. We can wait for another time, when you feel more ready. I won't force you into anything you don't wanna do." Goku replied. Frieza was silent for a moment, pondering over the saiyan's words before he firmly shook his head.

"No, I....I don't want to stop." he stated.

The saiyan blinked, a little surprised by his lover's response, but gave a loving smile nonetheless. He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Frieza's lips before leaning back once more, laying on his back. "Okay, then we'll keep going. You can take your time with it." Goku replied. Frieza blushed a little before he nodded, adjusting his position on the saiyan's lap. His member started to become less erect from the lack of stimulation. The ice-jin exhaled, deciding to start to small. He pressed his crotch down onto Goku's length, grinding against him. His long tail immediately began to twitch as pleasure coursed through him. A whimper escaped Frieza's lips, and he closed his eyes as he pressed down harder, wanting more friction and pressure against him. Goku started to pant himself, and it wasn't long till his member was fully erect once more.

Frieza glanced down, swallowing nervously before he took the member in his hand and lined it up with his entrance. He paused to glance up at his partner. The saiyan gave him an encouraging smile, and the ice-jin took a deep breath before lowering himself down onto his member. As he sunk lower and lower, the intense feeling of being stretched overtook him, and he whimpered in pain. He could only manage to push in about half of it before he stopped, his nails digging into Goku's chest.

"G-Goku...." he whimpered, tears forming at the end of his eyes. Goku hushed him softly, reaching out and placing his hands on Frieza's hips, caressing him gently. "Shhh, it's okay. Take your time to adjust." he said softly. Frieza nodded, panting softly as he blinked away his tears. He remained still for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside before he sunk lower, finally having the whole member inside him. The ice-jin gasped at the feeling, leaning back and allowing the sensation of being filled overtake him for a moment. Goku continued to run his hands over his body as he did, feeling up his chest and waist.

Eventually Frieza leaned back forward, steadying himself on his hands before he raised his hips and brought them back down. A moan escaped his lips as pleasure shot through his body, encouraging him to repeat the action over and over. Goku kept a firm but gentle grip on Frieza's hips, helping him move into a steady rhythm. The ice-jin continued to moan in pleasure, his head thrown back and eyes shut. He'd been so caught up in his nervous thoughts about being vulnerable, he didn't stop to think about how amazing it'd feel. His body shuddered every time his member plunged deeply inside him, causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within him.

"Ohhh....ahhh....ohhh...." he moaned. Goku started to groan in pleasure, feeling Frieza's tight, warm walls squeeze around him. It sent bolts of pleasure up his spine with every moment the ice-jin made. Frieza looked down at his lover, staring down at him with half lidded eyes. "Do you....feel good, darling?" he panted out. Goku looked up and returned the gaze, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah....I do....you feel incredible." he replied. The ice-jin returned the smile, leaning down and capturing his lover's lips in a passionate kiss. Both of them moaned into the kiss, pressing their bodies together for more skin on skin contact. Frieza's tail once again wrapped around Goku's leg, and he increased the pace of his hips.

The two lovers broke the kiss to moan into the air, the pleasure shaking them both to the core. "Fuck, Frieza...." Goku moaned, almost coming out as a growl. "Ahhh....ahhh....Goku...." the ice-jin moaned. Frieza's voice was becoming addicting to the saiyan, and he wanted to hear more from him. He tightened his grip on Frieza's hip and thrusted upwards, plunging even deeper inside him and striking his sweet spot. The ice-jin cried out in pleasure, rocking his hips to match Goku's powerful thrusts.

"G-Goku! Ahhh! More! More!" Frieza pleaded. His hands moved to grip onto Goku's strong shoulders, holding on for dear life as he was pounded into. The saiyan continued to grunt and groan in pleasure, moving as hard and as fast as possible, aiming for Frieza's sweet spot every time. The ice-jin whimpered as he buried his face into Goku's chest, his eyes screwed shut as he lost himself to the immense pleasure.

"Goku....Goku....ohhh, I-I'm gonna...." One last perfect thrust struck him inside, causing the building tension in his abdomen to snap. Frieza cried out in pleasure, his intense orgasm hitting him like a tsunami, causing his whole body to shake and tremble. Goku's jaw clenched, letting out a guttoral groan as he reached his climax as well, splitting his seed inside his lover. They both remained in this position for a moment, the saiyan giving a few more lazy thrusts to help ride out their orgasm before he pulled out. Frieza moaned softly at the loss, falling limp against his partner's body, panting softly as he tried to catch his breath.

The ice-jin's eyes slowly slipped shut, a small smile spreading across his face. He never felt so happy before. It felt good to finally lower his guard and give himself to the one he loved. He never trusted and loved Goku more than he did right now. "Frieza....how do you feel?" The saiyan asked, gently rubbing the ice-jin's back with his palm. Frieza let out a content sigh, lifting his head to look into Goku's eyes. "I feel incredible, darling....I never realized this could feel so wonderful. Thank you." he glanced away for a moment, his expression becoming slightly guilty. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt sooner....I should've said something from the beginning. But I felt too ashamed...." he said. Goku smiled, cupping Frieza's cheek in his hand. "It's okay. I know it's not easy for you to admit how you feel. But don't be afraid to talk to me about anything. There's nothing to feel ashamed about. Okay?" he said kindly. The ice-jin smiled, leaning forward and kissing his lover softly before he responded.

"Okay. I'll attempt to be more open with my feelings." he said. He lowered his head to rest upon Goku's chest, enjoying hearing the sound of his soothing heartbeat. Goku reached for the blanket and draped it over both of them, kissing the top of his head. He was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep before he heard Frieza speak up.

"I love you, Goku."

Goku's eyes widened a little, looking down at his lover surprised. A bright blush dusted Frieza's cheeks, but he said nothing else as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The saiyan smiled, leaning his head back and letting out his own content sigh.

"I love you too, Frieza."

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"GOD DAMMIT!!"

The frustrated saiyan growled, punching a crater into the floor as the final whistle blew. The ice-jin of the opposite team chuckled, folding his arms over his chest as he bore a prideful smirk. "Ha! It seems no matter how much of that saiyan pride you have, it just won't be enough to beat me." Frieza stated. Vegeta shot a glare at his rival, eyes narrowing and teeth clenched. He grabbed at the basketball as it rolled towards him, standing back up and holding it over his head.

"Rematch! Right now! No way am I ending things like this!" he stated. Vegeta and Frieza's friends, who had been watching them go at each other for over two hours, all groaned in annoyance.

"You can't be serious! You two have been going at this forever now!" Yamcha whined, leaning back and falling against the gym benches, draping an arm over his face. "Yeah, and it's lunch time now! Tha cafeteria won't be open all day! Can we please just get something to eat?!" Goku begged, rubbing his stomach with a pouty face. Vegeta sent a sharp glare at his friends, causing them all to stiffen from intimidation. "No way! I'm not leaving until I teach this bastard a lesson-"

"Actually, for once I agree with your companions. I grow tired of this game." Frieza replied with a shrug, his tail swaying behind him casually. "God, about time...." Cell muttered under his breath. The white ice-jin's eyebrow twitched at the comment, but he left it be for the moment. "In any case, I'm more than happy to oblige to another match after I've had a decent meal. But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed to see the same results repeat themselves." the ice-jin spoke with a mocking tone that sung through the air, only further igniting the anger that seethed in the shorter saiyan.

"Grrrgh, fine! After lunch, we'll pick up where we left off! But don't get comfortable, Frieza! Cause I have every intention of defeating you once and for all!" Vegeta growled, pointing at his rival with a determined glare. Frieza only gave a small nod, chuckling to himself.

"I suppose we'll see~" he purred.

And with that said, he, Cell, and Frost left the gym, leaving Vegeta and his friends alone. The moment the trio were gone, Vegeta growled and kicked at the floor, clenching his fists even tighter. "Son of a bitch! How the hell did he get past me...?" he said bitterly to himself, thinking back to their game, and how Frieza managed to slip past to get the winning shot. "Well for one thing, if you stopped letting your anger blind you and actually focus on his movements, you might've been able to block his shot." Piccolo replied. The saiyan shot a sharp glare to the Namekian. "Shut the hell up! I'd like to see you do better!" he snapped.

"Ha! Yeah right! You realize you and Goku are the only ones that come close to even matching Frieza's skills? Well, I guess Cell does too. But that's about it." Krillin added with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's true. In fact, I'm not even sure why you're so bothered by this loss. He only beat you by one point. And you guy's have played 4 games over the past 2 hours, where you each one 2 rounds. So it actually evens out to a tie." Tien explained, using his fingers to count over the matches.

"That doesn't matter! I will not let that asshole have the last laugh! And I sure as hell won't settle with a tie! He will be defeated by my hands!" Vegeta stated harshly. "Jeez, that's a little over dramatic, don't you think? You act like it's a battle to the death." Yamcha replied. The saiyan rolled his eyes at the comment, turning his back to the baseball prodigy. "Heh, such a typical response for a human. The moment you stop taking things seriously is the moment you lose your sense of pride!" he stated.

"Yeah yeah, that saiyan pride you keep going on about...." Tien muttered.

"Think that way all you want. But I will beat him....I won't let the bastard I hate feel anymore satisfaction-"

"Oh that's such BULLSHIT!!" Tien finally snapped, throwing his hands up into the air. Everyone looked at him surprised, caught off guard by his outburst. He usually didn't yell in such an aggressive way, or even at all. Even so, his words immediately touched a nerve in Vegeta, and his expression turned into a terrifying scowl. "Excuse me?" he growled, looking close to clocking this mouthy human in the jaw. Krillin and Yamcha began to panic, standing in front of Tien and trying to explain his outburst.

"Calm down, calm down! H-He didn't mean to sound so offensive, we swear! He just, uh...." Krillin started, but trailed off and looked to Yamcha for help. "T-Tien just meant that, well....that you don't exactly....hate Frieza...." he said, his voice going quiter and quiter. By now, the anger had faded away, and was instead replaced with confusion, causing Vegeta to raise a brow. "What're you....what's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, isn't it obvious? Don't you have a crush on him?" Goku asked. The others flinched, taken aback by the bluntness of his question, while Vegeta's eyes widened, his face immediately turning red.

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah. I figured you had a crush on him for awhile now. Ever since high school. You're always talking about him, even if it's not always something nice." Goku explained. Vegeta marched up to the other saiyan and smacked the top of his head with his fist, causing Goku to yelp in pain. "OW! What was that for?!" he whined, rubbing his sore head. "You have got to be the most moronic, idiotic person I've ever met! No way in hell do I have a crush on FRIEZA!" Vegeta stated loudly.

"It's not exactly convincing when your face keeps getting more red." Piccolo replied with a small smirk. The saiyan blinked before furiously rubbing at his face, but that did no good to get rid of the intense blush on his cheeks. "Shut up! I-It's just hot in here! That's all!" he finally said with a huff. "Come on now, Vegeta, you know it's true. There's no shame in admitting you like Frieza. We all see the way you look at him." Yamcha continued, becoming a bit more confident and smiling.

"Shut up, Yamcha!" Vegeta growled. "Hey, like I said, there's no shame. I'm willing to admit he's attractive. Both him and Frost." the human continued, giving a small shrug. "Wait, really? You have a thing for ice-jins?" Krillin asked with a tilted head. "Sure. For an alien race, their exotic looking. Especially Frieza. The white skin contrasting with the purple bio-gems, his black lips, that long tail, it's a marvel to look at-"

"Oh shut the hell up!" Vegeta snapped. He couldn't help but demand Yamcha stop talking. But not because he was disgusted or turned off - as a matter of fact, it made him blush brighter when remembering those very features the white ice-jin possessed. Vegeta also couldn't help but be bothered anyone else had eyes for Frieza, when he's the only one that should-

He paused mid-thought, realizing what he was thinking, and immediately shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him?! "Huh. So you really don't have crush on him?" Goku asked curiously, hands on his hips. Vegeta snarled, turning to face all his friends with a fierce expression.

"GRRRGH!! Okay, since apparently I have to make this clear to you morons, let me repeat myself! I, do not, and never will, have romantic feelings for Frieza! I'd never stoop so low as to like someone so annoying, so arrogant, so egotistical, so beautiful-"

Vegeta stopped dead in his words. But it was too late.

"HA! You just called Frieza beautiful! That confirms it!" Yamcha stated. The saiyan could only stand there in shock, taken aback by his own words. Did....did he really just say that? That Frieza was....beautiful? Well....the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was true. Frieza was beautiful. Despite how strong and fit he was, he still managed to keep a slim figure. And what Yamcha mentioned earlier....about his smooth skin, his lips, his shiny biogems, that was all true as well. But the human forgot to mention the most captivating feature; his red, piercing eyes, that somehow managed to look right through you.

The saiyan finally sighed in defeat, folding his arms over his chest and turning away with a huff. "....shut up. Can we just get something to eat?" he finally asked gruffly.

"YES!! FOOD!!" Goku cried, immediately rushing towards the door. Everyone else started to follow him, some giving him amused smirks, which immediately disappeared when Vegeta shot them each fierce glares. It was obvious that they were to keep quiet about Vegeta's feelings, or they *would* face the consequences of his wrath. They all knew that. "Bit of advice, if you plan to keep this little crush of yours a secret, keep an eye out for Kid Buu. You never know where he is with that damn cellphone." Piccolo whispered to the shorter saiyan. Vegeta blinked. That wasn't even something he had considered.

Kid Buu was a cheeky, annoying bastard that almost nobody liked. He was very well known for grabbing all sorts of gossip, recording anything he finds "juicy" on his phone, and then usually showing just about everyone. If you had a secret you wanted to keep silent, it was best to not even say it out loud. "Shit, he wasn't in there, was he...?" Vegeta whispered, a nervous knot suddenly in his stomach. If Frieza ever found out, he'd never let him live it down. "No, I didn't sense him at all. Don't worry. I imagine he's somewhere collecting some other type of gossip." Piccolo replied. The saiyan nodded, releasing a small sigh of relief.

But he couldn't help but wonder where Buu was if not at the gym...?

* * * *

"You played pretty good back there. It looked like Vegeta was giving you a hard time." Frost said to Frieza, plopping himself on a bench and swinging his legs. The two ice-jin and Cell had went to the locker room so Frieza could clean up a bit before heading to the cafeteria. He was the son of the President Cold corporation after all; he wasn't about to be seen in a gross, sweaty mess by his peers.

"Hmph, don't be ridiculous. That filthy saiyan never stood a chance against me." Frieza stated, opening his locker and throwing his towel in. Cell made a "pfft" sound and rolled his eyes, causing both ice-jin to glance at the android. "I'm sorry, you have something to say?" the white ice-jin hissed, his tone just daring Cell to spit it out. Of course, Cell wasn't phased in the slightest, simply leaning against the lockers and folding his arms across his chest.

"Come on, you and I both know that saiyan is a lot more skilled than you let on. You guys had 4 matches, and he won 2 of them!" he stated. Frieza simply turned his head away, chin held high. "He got lucky. That's all there is too it." he replied casually as he closed his locker door.

"Bullshit. He's both strong and skilled, and you know it. And it's part of what you like about him." the android stated. That made the white ice-jin shoot a fierce glare at his friend, turning around fully to fold his arms across his chest. "Like him? Don't be preposterous. He's nothing but a savage, and that's the end of it." he stated firmly.

"I dunno, Frieza," Frost replied in a sing song voice, a playful smirk on his lips, "for someone who supposedly doesn't like the guy, you do talk about him an awful lot. It's almost like you admire him~"

"Oh please. What's there to admire about a primitive primate?" he stated, his gaze moving away to the floor. His tail began to flickering anxiously, something both Cell and Frost knew their friend did when he was hiding something. Cell looked up to the ceiling with a small smirk, placing a hand on his chin. "Well, you tell us. What would someone see in a guy like Vegeta? He's fearless, he's determined, he never gives up on anything, and to say he's prideful is an understatement." he explained. "Let's not forget his physical features. How could anyone resist those tone muscles of his? Or the black spiky hair? How about those black eyes that strike fear in just about everybody?" Frost added, his tail curling as he smirked.

"Ugh, both of you shut it already! You're starting to become a nuisance!" he growled. Little did he realize a blush was starting to form on his cheeks, which was easy to recognize through his pale white skin. It caused both his friends to perk up.

"Whoa wait, is he actually blushing?!" Cell asked. "I am not!" Frieza stated, turning his head away and placing a hand over one of his cheeks. Frost stood up and pulled his hand away, leaning over to look closer at his face. "Holy shit, he is blushing! He might actually have a crush on him!" the blue ice-jin stated. Frieza yanked his hand away and took a few steps away, keeping his back turned.

"Knock it off already!" he demanded, his face only becoming more red. But by this point, there was no dropping the topic, as Frost and Cell were way too curious to let this slide. "Frieza, seriously....do you have a crush on Vegeta?" the android asked with a raised brow. "I don't know what you're talking about...." the white ice-jin said, remaining stubborn. "It's fine if you do. We wouldn't judge, and we certainly wouldn't tell anyone." Frost stated. His mocking tone was gone, and he spoke much more genuinely now.

"Be quiet already! I told you, I don't have feelings for him, end of story!" Frieza snapped. He remained where he was, refusing to look at his friends. Truth was, he felt embarrassed by the whole situation. He'd never admit it to anyone, but what they said was true....he did have a crush on Vegeta. He has for awhile now, however he only just realized it last year. Since then, he's tried his best to keep his feelings hidden. Although he knew it'd only be a matter of time before Cell and Frost figured it out themselves.

"Fine, then do me a favor. You claim you don't like him so much, then you must hate him, right? So go ahead and say it, say you hate Vegeta. Because for the entire time I've known you, I don't think you've ever said you hated Vegeta." Cell stated. Frieza rolled his eyes, glancing at the android over his shoulder. "That's it? All I have to do is say that, and you'll both drop this?" he said. Frost and Cell looked at each other before giving a firm nod.

"Very well, since you won't stop pestering me, I'll say it. I hate...." the white ice-jin paused, finding it surprisingly difficult to finish that sentence. He tried again, clearing his throat.

"I hate...." He tried again to say that name, but it refused to roll off his tongue. Frieza growled a little in frustration, stomping his foot a tad before trying again.

"I hate....I hate Ve....I...." he snarled in frustration, his tail slamming into one of the lockers with a loud thud. It was three damn words?! Why couldn't he say three damn words?! It was so simple, a child could do it! So why the hell couldn't he say it...?

....because it wasn't true.

He knew this already. And no matter how much he tried to deny it, he found it just wasn't true. He didn't hate Vegeta....he could never hate him. Not when he meant so much to him. Not when their rivalry was the most excitement he's ever had in his life. The saiyan always made his heart pound against his chest. He loved how things were....and he never wanted to risk losing the rivalry they had.

"....*sigh* I like Vegeta. There, are you satisfied?" he finally admitted, placing a hand over his face. Cell and Frost looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting their friend to actually confess his feelings. They once again shared a quick look before the blue ice-jin approached his friend, placing a hand on Frieza's shoulder. "Relax, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. And like we said, we won't tell a soul." he replied with a smile. Frieza blinked, looking at the other ice-jin in surprise before he narrowed his eyes.

"You better not. Cause if either of you do...." he stated, looking back at Cell. However his threat was stopped short when the android smiled and pretended to lock his lips with his fingers, tossing away the key. "If Vegeta ever found out, he'd hang it over my head forever. He'd never let it down...."

"Is that so~?"

"Yes, it is-"

The trio froze. Neither Cell or Frost had responded to his comment. So who did...?

Mischievous chuckling could be heard from behind him, and they all slowly looked behind them to the source. A familiar little pink man stood nearby, peeking from around the lockers. He had a wide grin on his face....and he was holding up his phone.

"Ohhhh fuck...." Cell murmured. Frieza immediately began to panic, taking a few steps forward. "No....no no no no! Don't you dare!" he stated. Kid Buu tilted his head innocently, pressing a button on his phone and tucking it away in his pocket. The white ice-jin growled, clenching his hands into fists. "You. Give me. The phone. Now." he said in a low threatening tone. Buu blinked, placing a finger on his chin and pretending to ponder on the thought....then he bolted out of the room.

"AFTER HIM!! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!!" Frieza screamed.

The trio didn't hesitate to give chase, running as fast as they could to capture the little pink man.

* * * *

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, Vegeta and his friends ate their lunch at one of the tables. Most of them acted normal, chatting amongst themselves and eating happily. Vegeta, however, was deep in thought. He struggled to wrap his brain around what he realized earlier. This whole time....he's had a crush on Frieza this whole time. How the hell could he not realize it sooner? Was he really so dense that he couldn't recognize how he felt till now?

He silently took a bite into his sandwich, his gaze wandering to the nearby window. Thinking back on everything....it seems he's had a crush on him for a long while now. Ever since high school actually. He even remembered how they first met; Frieza was the new, mysterious student in class. It was no surprise he was popular, not only being extremely attractive but also being incredibly smart and skilled. Eventually his smug personality got the better of Vegeta, and he challenged the ice-jin to a fitness competition, one that he barely won. Ever since then, the two have been fierce rivals, always trying to top the other.

Thinking back to each competition they've had, he realized while there were definitely some frustrating times....he actually thoroughly enjoyed them. Frieza was a worthy adversary, one he admired. It was nice to have a challenge in his life, one that never let him down. He suppose that was a large reason why he became infatuated with him to begin with. So why did he state he hated the ice-jin for so long? Was he too nervous to think their rivalry was something more? Was he worried he'd ruin what they already had? Did he think Frieza would look down on him for having such feelings? He supposed....all of the above, really.

"Vegeta? You alright?" Goku asked. The shorter saiyan blinked, snapping out of his thoughts and giving a firm nod.

"I'm fine." he stated, taking another bite of his sandwich. He started to wonder what he should do. Should he try to tell Frieza how he felt? He doubted the ice-jin would ever reciprocate his feelings, but now that he realized what he felt, it didn't feel right to keep them to himself....

A sudden burst through the door caused Vegeta and the others to perk up, looking to the entrance curiously. "Oh crap, there he is." Yamcha muttered. It was Kid Buu, practically jumping up and down like an excited child, scanning the room frantically. "Great. Probably has some embarrassing video or photo he wants to show off." Piccolo said, folding his arms across his chest. "Please don't be of me, please don't be of me, please don't be of me...." Krillin pleaded under his breath. Kid Buu continued to look around until his eyes landed on his target, and his mischievous smile grew wider....causing Vegeta to tense up.

"Oh god, he's looking right at me....should I be worried?"

"Yes." all his friends stated simultaneously.

Kid Buu chuckled as he rushed over to their table, standing in front of Vegeta and holding out his phone. The saiyan blinked, mildly confused, but slowly took the phone away from his hand. At this point the pink man was covering his mouth with both hands, desperately trying to contain his laughter. "Geez, he's really psyched up. What the hell did he find?" Tien thought aloud. "And why is he showing *me*?" Vegeta added, turning on the phone and looking at what popped up. It appeared to be some kind of video. He blinked, tilting his head a bit before pressing the play button.

What he saw next blew him away.

It was Frieza, talking with Cell and Frost. They were talking about him....about how Frieza liked Vegeta. And while the ice-jin remained defensive about it for a good while, he eventually admitted his feelings; he admitted he had a crush on Vegeta. "Holy shit...." he murmured under his breath, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. He ignored the curious expressions of his friends and looked to Kid Buu. "You. When the hell did you record this-"

He was interrupted by the cafeteria door slamming open once more, with Frieza rushing inside. Frost and Cell tried to follow, only to trip and fall on top of each other. "OWW! Watch it! You're crushing my tail!" Frost snapped. "And you're poking at my ribs with your pointy elbow!" Cell snapped back. "Shut up! Both of you," Frieza snapped, shooting them a sharp glare before he frantically began to scan the room, "now where the hell did that bastard....go...."

His red eyes landed on Vegeta....and then at the phone in his hands. The white ice-jin froze, suddenly speechless. Both his friends gave him puzzled looks before they followed his eyes, wincing when they spotted Vegeta and Buu together. "Fuck....we're too late...." Cell muttered under his breath.

There was a tense moment of silence, the atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. Frieza and Vegeta stared at each other, unable to look away. The white ice-jin's face erupted into bright pink, blushing intensely with embarrassment. Vegeta himself was speechless, wanting desperately to say something, anything. Goku and the others watched their exchange in immense confusion, not at all understanding what was going on. Cell and Frost remained still, not having the courage to say anything either. All the while, Buu continued to giggle eagerly, looking around and watching everyone's faces with immense joy. It felt like an eternity had passed before Vegeta finally spoke up.

"Frieza...."

The white ice-jin immediately turned his head away, screwing his eyes shut and wearing a shameful expression. He gave a growl before turning back to the cafeteria entrance, marching out of the room in a hurry. "Frieza, wait!" Frost called out, shoving the android off him and scrambling to his feet. But it was too late, Frieza was already gone. Kid Buu finally burst into laughter, clutching his stomach and throwing his head back.

"W-What the....what just happened?" Krillin asked. Yamcha looked to Vegeta, wearing an all too curious face. "Vegeta, was that video about Frieza? What did you see?" he asked eagerly. "None of your damn business, that's what!" Cell snapped, standing up and marching to the table. "Oh come on, you can't expect us to not be curious about what we just saw! We wanna know!" Yamcha whined. "It has nothing to do with you! The fact is, this little prick recorded a private conversation, one that wasn't meant to be heard by anyone else!" Cell stated, pointing at the still laughin Kid Buu.

"What was it about? Was it something bad, Vegeta?" Goku asked with a tilted head.

Vegeta didn't respond, looking down at the phone in his hands. He still couldn't believe what he just witnessed. Frieza....had a crush on him. He actually had feelings for him. This whole time, he had assumed the ice-jin had hated his guts, seeing him as nothing but a "filthy monkey". But that was all a rouse, a mask he'd wear around him....how long had Frieza felt this way towards him? Vegeta felt two things at that moment; joy and guilt. He was strangely happy that Frieza felt the same way he did. But it was like Cell said, this was a private conversation he had with his friends. It was a secret that obviously embarrassed him. And now he was upset, probably overcome with shame....when he shouldn't be. Not when Vegeta felt the same way.

"Vegeta?" Goku said again.

"....hey, you," the short saiyan addressed Kid Buu, "did you post this yet?"

Kid Buu took a few deep breathes, trying to calm down as he shook his head no. Vegeta nodded. "Good," he stated, pressing a few buttons on the phone, "Cause now it's deleted." Buu's joyful expression immediately fell, jaw dropping and staring at Vegeta with wide eyes. Everyone around him gasped in surprise. "What?! You deleted the video?!" Krillin said in shock. "Yep. Cause like bug man here said, it's no one else's damn business." Vegeta stated. To further emphasize his point, he crushed the phone in his hands, dropping the pieces onto the floor callously. Buu screeched, scratching at his head in panic before kneeling down and gathering the pieces. The whole time Cell stared at the saiyan in shock. He wasn't expecting him to extend such....respect, towards the white ice-jin's privacy.

Vegeta suddenly stood up from the table, looking Cell in the eyes. "You and Frost know him best. Where do you think he went just now?" he asked. Cell blinked, a little taken aback by the question. "....his room," Vegeta turned to look at Frost, who pointed to the second floor, "he probably went to his dorm." he replied. The saiyan nodded, and left the cafeteria without another word. No one tried to stop him.

Vegeta wanted to talk to Frieza. To tell him how he felt....now seemed just as good a chance as any.

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With a growl, Frieza entered his dorm and slammed the door shut, immediately locking it. Afterwards he found himself leaning his back against the door, still trying to process what just happened. That damn Buu....that bastard....how could he do such a thing?! How could he record what was such a private moment between himself and his friends, and so easily expose him to his greatest rival?! Doesn't he realize what he's done...?

No doubt Vegeta saw the video. He could tell by the shocked expression on the saiyan's face. And it would only be a matter of time till Buu posted it online, and expose his feelings to everyone. Soon everyone would know....he had feelings for Vegeta. Embarrassment and shame overtook Frieza completely, and he shut his eyes as he slowly slid down to the floor. He couldn't get rid of the intense blush on his face, causing him to clench his fists tightly. It was over....now for the rest of his life, Vegeta would have this moment to hang over his head. He could already imagine the insults the saiyan would throw in his face, and the smug expression on his face. But even worse than any of that....he's most likely lost all respect of his rival.

And that hurt more than anything else.

"Dammit....DAMMIT!!" Frieza snarled, his tail instinctively slamming into the ground, creating a small crack beside him. His greatest rivalry....the whole reason he had grown attracted to Vegeta in the first place, and one of the greatest things that brought him joy....would never be the same ever again. It was almost enough to make Frieza cry, but he refused to let himself become more shameful than he already was.

"Why did this have to happen....why did I have to feel this way at all?" he muttered bitterly to himself. Eventually he let out a sigh, resting his head in his hand. It doesn't matter how much he hated this. It didn't matter how much he wanted to change this, and simply have things back to normal. What's done is done. And now he'd have to deal with it, no matter what happens now....

The ice-jin jumped a little at the sound of his door knocking. He blinked, glancing up at the doorknob before he let out a sigh. No doubt it was someone who had saw the video, and wanted to ask for themselves if what they saw was true. He knew word would spread quickly, but even this was faster than he expected. He stood up on his two feet, unlocking the door and swinging it open. "I don't care who you are, buzz off before I...." he paused however, surprised by who stood before him. He was so stunned he almost lost his voice, barely able to acknowledge them.

"....Vegeta?"

The saiyan stood calmly before him, arms folded across his chest and looking right into Frieza's eyes. It almost scared the ice-jin, causing him to freeze in place a few seconds before giving Vegeta a sharp glare. There was a tense moment of silence, with the two of them staring at each other. Eventually the tension was broken by Frieza closing his eyes....and a dark chuckle escaping his lips, causing Vegeta to give him a puzzled expression. "Of course. Why am I surprised? It only makes you'd be the first to approach me. How could you miss the chance to rub more salt into the wound?" Frieza replied. The response made Vegeta frown, letting out a small sigh before he spoke.

"Frieza, we need to talk-"

"Why? So I can allow you to mock me? Try to make me feel more embarrassed than I already am? I think not. So how about I save you the effort - I am successfully ashamed of myself! Congratulations!" the ice-jin snapped, his tone cold as ice. Vegeta's eyes widened a little in surprise. He had assumed Frieza was embarrassed, but he wasn't expecting him to accept it so willingly. It's almost as if he was just trying to rip the band, and get the whole ordeal over with. But it seemed more than that....like he was trying to protect himself from anymore vulnerability than he's already faced today.

"Now, if you're satisfied, I demand you leave this instance!" Frieza growled. He once again slammed the door shut....but Vegeta tucked his foot in just in time to stop it from closing. The ice-jin's eyes widened, briefly startled as Vegeta let himself inside. "What the - what do you think you're doing?! I never once said you could come inside!" he snapped. The saiyan ignored his hostility and closed the door behind him, locking it as well. He wasn't going to let anyone else disrupt them, especially not that bastard, Buu.

"I'll leave once I say what I need to say." Vegeta stated. It wasn't up for debate, his tone made that clear. Frieza opened his mouth to protest, but paused upon seeing the serious expression on Vegeta's face. It wasn't like the determined expressions he'd give Frieza before. This felt more....deep. Like it meant more than just some silly competition. Eventually the ice-jin sighed in defeat, turning to the side and folding his own arms across his chest. "Fine, just....say your insults, and get it over with. I'm not in the mood to deal with this." he stated.

"I'm not here to insult you, Frieza." Vegeta stated. This only made the white ice-jin chuckle in response. "Oh sure, because the prideful Vegeta would pass up the chance to knock Frieza down a few pegs." he said sarcastically, his tail flickering in agitation. "Ugh, just....let me talk, alright?" the saiyan finally spat out, slowly becoming frustrated with Frieza's assumptions. The ice-jin rolled his eyes, and gestured for Vegeta to continue.

"Before anything else, I want to know....I need to know. What you said in the video, was it true?"

The silence returned, this time much more uncomfortable than before. Frieza felt his heart swell a little, his fingers digging into his arms. The man he liked was about to belittle him. He could try to deny it all he wanted, maybe come up with some excuse that it was some act. But he knew Vegeta, and Vegeta in turn knew him all too well. If the saiyan could do anything, it was read through his lies. "....I don't know why you bother asking me that when you know it's true," Frieza stated, once again glaring at the saiyan, "Yes, I Frieza, have feelings for you! There, does that make you feel better?! To know you can hang these feelings over my head for the rest of your life?! To remind me of my greatest embarrassment for the rest of your life?!" he found his voice becoming louder as he spoke, almost shouting at the other man. Not because he was angry....because he was hurt. Vegeta could hear the difference right away.

"No, it doesn't. I already told you I'm not here to insult you, or make fun of you. I swear."

"No? Why are you here then?! Why else would you want to seek me out?! What other purpose could you have with speaking with me-"

"I came here to tell you I feel the same way, you dumbass!" Vegeta finally snapped. Frieza's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. Suddenly time went a whole lot slower, and he found himself freezing in place. Vegeta remained where he was, wearing a determined expression. One that stated he was telling the truth. The ice-jin slowly blinked, barely able to push a sentence out of his mouth. "W-What....what did you say...?"

"Don't be like that, I know you heard me." the saiyan stated. Yes, Frieza heard him. How could he not?! But....but he couldn't believe it. He couldn't trust this. It was just too unreal. It must be some sort of trick, or prank....that must be it. Vegeta would never feel attracted towards him.

Another small chuckle escaped Frieza's lips, however this one sounded more saddening than the previous one. "Very funny, Vegeta....for a moment, I almost fell for it." he murmured to himself. Despite the smile he forced on his face, the saiyan could see the disappointment and hurt in the ice-jin's eyes. "Frieza, I'm not joking. This isn't a lie, I'm telling the truth-"

"Silence! I've heard enough of this mockery! You've had your fun, now I demand you leave this instance!" Frieza hissed, giving the saiyan a harsh, sharp glare. His tail swayed dangerously behind him, looking almost ready to strike Vegeta any moment. The saiyan wasn't stupid, he knew if he continued to push the ice-jin's buttons like this, he likely would attack at some point. But he ignored his hostility, and continued to speak. "No! Not yet! Not until you understand that I'm being serious! I have feelings for you too, Frieza!" Vegeta stated. Frieza's eyes widened, his anger slowly turning into confusion. Did this saiyan really insist on keeping up this act?! Was he really planning to humilate him to such an extent?!

"Grrrgh, you damn bastard! You continue with this ridiculous facade, and why?! Don't you see I'm already embarrassed as it is?! You win! What more do you want?!" the ice-jin demanded. "This is not a facade! I'm not trying to embarrass you! I just want you to believe me! What the hell is it going to take for you to believe me?!" Vegeta stated. Frieza's body started to tremble, only further agitated and upset. With a frustrated growl he turned his back to the saiyan, his nails digging deeper into his arms, almost to the point where they bled.

"Get. Out. Now."

Vegeta blinked, taken aback by the hurtful edge to Frieza's tone. He didn't know what to do. All he wanted for Frieza to realize he was telling the truth, to know that he didn't have to feel embarrassed for his feelings. But he's trying so hard to protect himself, he won't believe a word the saiyan says. It felt like a glacial wall was between him and the ice-jin; it was so frozen solid that his words couldn't melt through. Vegeta slowly closed his eyes, slowly turning to the door, about ready to finally give up and leave Frieza alone. But then an idea came to him. One that was risky and spontaneous, but....if his words wouldn't go through to him, maybe actions would speak louder.

Vegeta clenched his fists before turning back to the ice-jin. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Frieza's arm, forcing him to turn back to face him. Frieza's flinched, giving the saiyan a startled expression before it quickly turned into anger. "What the hell are you-"

Then suddenly lips were pressed against his own, kissing him passionately.

The white ice-jin froze on the spot, his pupils dilating. What....what's happening right now? Was Vegeta....kissing him? Was he really kissing him right now? What's he thinking....why is he doing this?

Frieza couldn't find it in himself to pull away, way too shocked to move a single muscle. It had felt like the kiss lasted hours, but was only seconds, before Vegeta finally pulled away, looking Frieza in the eye. He had his own blush on his face, but he did he best to ignore it as he gave the ice-jin a serious expression. "Believe me now?" he asked. Frieza could only stare at the saiyan, too stunned to say a single word. Vegeta really kissed him. Was he serious then....did he really....

The ice-jin flinched upon feeling a hand cup his cheek, but soon relaxed as he unconsciously leaned into it's warmth. Vegeta leaned forward once more, capturing Frieza's black lips into another kiss. The saiyan's lips were surprisingly soft, and his heart fluttered as he felt the tenderness behind the kiss. It almost prompted him to kiss back....but the back of his mind screamed at him that this couldn't be right. That there was no chance Vegeta actually felt this way....

"No, stop....knock it off!" Frieza suddenly hissed, breaking the kiss and shoving Vegeta away harshly. The saiyan stumbled a little before regaining his balance, looking at the ice-jin silently. He wasn't surprised he reacted in such a way. "Damn you....are you trying to mess with my head?! What's wrong with you?! I know you....you'd never reciprocate my feelings....there's no way...." Frieza said, his voice starting to tremble. His arms fell to his sides, fists clenched tightly, while he eyes screwed shut, as tears threatened to escape. Vegeta released a small sigh, slowly stepping forward and placing his hands on Frieza's shoulders. The ice-jin glared at him, opening his mouth to say something, but immediately went silent upon seeing the saiyan's eyes....for the first time, they held a gentleness to them, almost a loving gaze.

"I'm telling the truth, Frieza."

His tone was so genuine and honest, Frieza couldn't protest even if he wanted to. Vegeta....he was really telling the truth. The ice-jin remained frozen in place. He didn't know how to respond to such a bombshell. He should be happy, shouldn't he? Vegeta was returning his romantic feelings after all. So why....why did he feel scared? Like this was too good to be true. Vegeta leaned forward to kiss Frieza once more, but the ice-jin jumped a little, taking a small step back. The saiyan blinked, but otherwise remained where he was. He could tell now, Frieza definitely believed him. But he also seemed terrified, barely able to even to hold eye contact with him. Vegeta started to wonder if he should leave, and give the ice-jin some space. He didn't want to scare him anymore than he already has.

"I'm sorry....if you still want me to leave, I will." he said. Frieza blinked, staring at the saiyan. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words were caught in his throat, and he just couldn't find the strength to spit them out. Vegeta took his silence as a sign he should leave, so he slowly turned away, and began to approach the door. Frieza perked up, eyes widening. That seemed to be the final motivation he needed to speak, a sudden sense of dread creeping up on him at the thought of Vegeta leaving.

"Wait!" Vegeta paused, looking over his shoulder at the ice-jin. "D-Don't....don't leave." Frieza murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vegeta's eyes widened, giving his rival a surprised expression. He slowly turned back, walking back to where the ice-jin stood. Despite how loudly his heart thumped against his chest, Frieza remained where he was, and allowed the saiyan to stand before him. Vegeta placed his hands on Frieza's waist, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. Instinctively the ice-jin placed his hands on the saiyan's shoulders, giving him a nervous expression. He shut his eyes as Vegeta leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Frieza hesitated before he finally kissed back, deepening the kiss with his ignited passion.

A small moan escaped his lips, enjoying the feeling of Vegeta's lips against his own. The saiyan boldly licked at Frieza's bottom lips, asking for entrance. Frieza only hesitated a moment before he opened his mouth, allowing Vegeta to dive his tongue in his moist cavern and explore it. The ice-jin's grip on his partner's shoulders tightened, not used to this foreign feeling. He only got a moment to catch his breath when Vegeta broke the kiss, only for the saiyan to kiss him once more, more hungrily this time. Vegeta's taste was surprisingly addicting, and he couldn't find the strength to pull away from him.

However his eyes suddenly snapped open when Vegeta firmly gripped his waist and pushed him back, pressing his back against the wall. "V-Vegeta, what're you-" he was caught off with another passionate kiss, causing the saiyan to press himself against Frieza's slender frame. The ice-jin didn't fight back, and allowed the saiyan to keep his trembling form pinned against the wall, his hands sliding forward to grip the front of his sleeveless shirt.

Soon Vegeta broke the kiss once more, only to start trailing kisses along Frieza's jawline and down the side of his neck. The ice-jin inhaled sharply as he did, not expecting such an action so suddenly. A whimper escaped his lips as Vegeta latched onto his sweet spot, gently sucking at the sensitive skin. "V-Vegeta...." Frieza said breathlessly. He could barely comprehend what was happening. Everything was happening so quickly, he was feeling so many emotions at once, it was becoming a bit overwhelming. The ice-jin moved his arms to wrap around Vegeta's neck, pulling him closer. He shuddered at the feeling of the saiyan pressing his leg between his own, carefully spreading his legs apart. That was when Frieza's eyes widened with realization.

"Wait a minute....is he planning to...?" he gulped at the thought, a nervous knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

The saiyan finally pulled away from Frieza's neck, a small hickey now in place, before he looked into the ice-jin's eyes once more. Again he gave him that gentle expression, something he couldn't get used to, and probably wouldn't for awhile. "Frieza....do you want me to keep going? Or do you want me to stop?" the ice-jin blinked. For some reason he wasn't expecting the saiyan to ask for his consent, but here he was, doing just that. Wanting to make sure he felt comfortable with going forward with this. He didn't expect such....kindness, and respect. It only made his heart flutter even more.

For a moment the ice-jin was silent, unsure of how to respond. However he didn't make Vegeta wait long before he spoke up. "....I want to keep going."

Vegeta gave a small nod, lifting a hand to gently cup Frieza's cheek. "Have you done this before?" he asked. The white ice-jin blushed brighter, glancing away for a moment before shaking his head 'no'. The saiyan nodded understandingly. "Okay. I'll go slow then." he replied. He leaned forward and kissed the white ice-jin, both of them relaxing as they melted into it. As they kissed, Vegeta's hand slowly trailed away from Frieza's cheek, down his neck, his chest, his stomach, and soon traveled down between his legs. The ice-jin shivered as Vegeta's warm fingers pressed against his crotch, causing him to shut his eyes and lean his head back against the wall.

The saiyan eyed his partner carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort as he rubbed against his sensitive skin. A small moan slipped past Frieza's lips, his cloaca beginning to open up. For a moment he wondered if Vegeta understood his anatomy, and wondered if he needed to explain it to him. However that didn't seem to be the case as the saiyan went right for the second opening, tracing the entrance with his index finger, causing a shaky breath to escape Frieza's lips.

Both his hands traveled to Vegeta's back, clutching onto the back of his shirt. The saiyan carefully pushed his finger inside, swirling it around against Frieza's sensitive walls. Another small moan escaped Frieza's lips, his body trembling as bolts of pleasure shot through him. The saiyan took the chance to lean forward and suck at his neck once more, electing a high whine from his partner. Frieza panted hard, focusing on the immense pleasure that took over his senses, moaning when he felt a second finger slip inside of him, stretching him out in a scissor motion. He never imagined this moment would ever come to life....to have his greatest rival touch him like this, to make him feel so many foreign emotions. It was a drastic change he wasn't prepared for....but even so, he began to think this was a good change.

"Vegeta....ohhh...." Frieza moaned softly, trying to keep his voice down. His legs began to tremble, succumbing to the saiyan's touches. If this continued, his legs would certainly give up on him. "M-My legs....I can't stand....m-much longer...." the white ice-jin stuttered. He felt Vegeta nod against the side of his neck, pulling his fingers out of Frieza's opening, causing the ice-jin to whimper at the loss. The saiyan took a moment to pull his sleeveless shirt off, tossing it to the side. Frieza's eyes widened at the sight, unconsciously reaching out and running his hands over his chest and stomach, taking a moment to admire the saiyan's muscles. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Vegeta shirtless, many of their physical competitions usually involved him being shirtless actually. But this was the first time he got to appreciate it up close and personal.

Vegeta gave a small smile, allowing his partner to feel him before he reached down and looped one arm around Frieza's thigh, lifting his leg and pulling it close to his side. Frieza blinked, only puzzled for a few seconds before he realized what the saiyan wanted, and carefully hopped onto him, wrapping his legs around Vegeta's waist. The saiyan kept a firm grip on him, pressing his back against the wall to help keep him in place. From this position, the ice-jin could feel the saiyan's erection rub him through his pants, causing him to blush even brighter.

His partner seemed to notice, briefly looking down before looking back at Frieza, as if asking for permission. The ice-jin swallowed nervously before giving a small nod. He even decided to assist him, keeping on arm wrapped around Vegeta's neck, while the other went lower and carefully undid the button on his pants. His long tail creeped from around and tugged at the rim of his boxer shorts, pulling both them and his pants down. Frieza's eyes widened upon seeing the saiyan's member. It was bigger than he imagined it being, causing him to look away nervously, the idea of it being inside him causing his body to tremble.

"Are you okay?" Vegeta asked, using a surprisingly soft tone. The ice-jin nodded, wrapping his other arm around his neck. "Y-Yes, I'm just....nervous...." he admitted quietly.

The saiyan nodded, carefully pressing himself closer against his partner, rubbing his member against his entrance. Frieza whimpered at the feeling, the nervous knot in his stomach tightening. "Vegeta....wait." he said. The saiyan ceased his motions, looking at his partner. Before they went any farther than this....before he allowed Vegeta to take him, he needed to know one thing. He just needed to be certain....

"I need to know....your confession....was it truly genuine? Do you really....have feelings for me? Because I swear, if you're lying to me, manipulating me....I'll never forgive you." Frieza stated. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he spoke. He had a feeling Vegeta was telling the truth, but he wanted to hear him say it. He wanted confirmation from his own lips. He wasn't going to give his first time to some filthy backstabber. Vegeta's eyes widened, taken aback by the question. However, soon a smile spread across his face, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.

"Yes, it was genuine....I love you, Frieza."

Frieza's eyes widened, shocked by his partner's words. He....loved him? He really loved him?

The words pierced through the last of his cold exterior, and his heart melted. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, and he struggled to to hold back the lump in his throat. "V-Vegeta...." he murmured in a watery voice. Vegeta's smile widened, and he eagerly pressed his lips against Frieza's once more, putting as much love and tenderness behind it as he could. The ice-jin happily kissed back, overwhelmed with joy. As they kissed, Vegeta firmly gripped his partner's hips and slowly pushed his member into his tight warmth. Frieza moaned against his lips, his eyes screwing shut as he focused on the intense feeling of being stretched out. His moans turned into whimpering as the feeling became painful, causing him to hug Vegeta even tighter.

Once the saiyan was fully sheathed inside, the two broke the kiss and panted, adjusting to the feeling of each other. Fresh tears streamed down Frieza's cheeks, both from the pain and the emotions that overtook his head. The sight made the saiyan concerned, kissing away some of his tears before he spoke. "Frieza? Does it hurt?" he asked. The ice-jin took a few deep breaths, taking a moment to compose himself before he spoke.

"Y-Yes, but I'm okay. I can handle it. Just go slow...." he replied. Vegeta nodded, burying his face against the crook of Frieza's neck before he gave a small thrust of his hips. The ice-jin whimpered, using one hand to reach behind the saiyan's head and grip his spiky hair. It only took a few more slow thrusts for the pain to fade away, and instead immense pleasure overtook him. Frieza began to moan softly, each thrust striking his sensitive nerves perfectly, shooting sparks of pleasure into his body. "Ohhh....ohhh...." he moaned.

His tail slowly curled around Vegeta's leg, constricting it in a gentle grip. Vegeta began to groan quietly against Frieza's neck, having a difficult time holding himself back. He was blown away by how incredible the ice-jin felt, his inner walls feeling so tight and warm around his member. It caused him to grip his partner even tighter, spurred on by the quiet moans of his partner. Vegeta felt the need to do more than just pleasure himself; he wanted to make Frieza feel good too, so good that he'd drive him crazy, and hear him cry out his name in pleasure.

The thought alone was enough motivation for Vegeta to increase his pace, plunging deep inside his partner. Frieza gasped out in surprise, his nails digging into Vegeta's back. "GAH!! Vegeta!!" he moaned. He buried his face against the saiyan's shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he became lost in the immense pleasure. "H-Harder....faster...." he whined in a high pitched voice. The saiyan heard his plea, and proceeded to do just as he asked, putting all his strength behind each thrust. Frieza moaned loudly against his skin, his tail constricting Vegeta's leg even tighter. This feeling was amazing....it was nothing like he ever imagined. The intensity, the pleasure, the intimacy....it was all so perfect. And he got to share this moment with the man he's admired for so long....

A low growl escaped the saiyan, and he gently bit into Frieza's neck, holding the sensitive skin against his teeth. Frieza yelped in surprise, a pleasured whine soon following afterwards. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Vegeta! Ohhh!" he kept his face firmly buried against the saiyan's neck, attempting to muffle his pleasured cries. "Frieza....I'm sorry. I should've told you....how I felt sooner." the saiyan huffed, attempting to speak between thrusts. Frieza bit his lip, forcing himself to keep quiet so he could listen to his partner.

"W-What, ahh, are you...?" he murmured, a whimper escaping him at an especially powerful thrust into him. "I-I didn't realize....how I felt till now....and I didn't know....how you felt towards me....I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner...." Vegeta explained, struggling to keep his voice steady. A small smile spread across Frieza's face and he shook his head. What was he talking about? How could he notice how Frieza felt? It was him who actively tried to keep it secret, of course he wouldn't notice. That wasn't Vegeta's fault.

"V-Vegeta, I-I....AHH!" his body suddenly jolted, taken aback by his member striking an extra sensitive spot inside him. He suddenly clung onto his partner even tighter and cried out, throwing his head back. "Right there! Vegeta, please...!" he pleaded. The saiyan nodded, repeatedly striking that same spot over and over. Frieza continued to cry out in pleasure, moaning to the ceiling shamelessly, not giving a damn who heard him.

"Vegeta! Vegeta! Fuck, I can't hold back much longer!" the ice-jin moaned, feeling a tightness in his abdomen, close to snapping any moment. The saiyan felt a similar feeling in his own abdomen, encouraging to keep up the rough pace. He was determined to bring them both immense pleasure, to drive them both over the edge. Frieza was in utter bliss, his mind swimming with pleasure, desperate for release.

"Vegeta....Vegeta....VEGETA!!"

Frieza all but screamed in pleasure as his climax finally hit him, and all he could feel was his delicious release. Vegeta clenched his jaw, feeling Frieza's inner walls clamp down around him, triggering his own release. He gave a few more thrusts as he split his seed inside his partner, causing the ice-jin to moan softly at the feeling of his essence filling him up. Finally exhaustion overtook them both as they slid down the wall and sat on the floor, holding each other in a loving embrace. The lovers panted hard as they tried to catch their breath, basking in the afterglow of their love-making.

For a moment the two sat in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence. Eventually a small chuckle escaped the saiyan's lips, causing Frieza to blink his eyes open out of curiosity. "What's....so funny?" he murmured tiredly. "Nothing, just....if anyone would've told me I was going to sleep with the great Frieza, I wouldn't have believed them." Vegeta stated. This caused the ice-jin to chuckle as well, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I wouldn't have believed them either." he stated. The saiyan gently gripped his partner hips and pulled out of him, causing a soft moan to escape Frieza's lips. "How do you feel?" Vegeta asked. "....good. I'm....happy, actually. But," he pulled away from the saiyan's embrace to look into his eyes, "I still don't understand, what happens now....with us? We certainly can't pretend this didn't happen...."

"I know, and I don't want to do that. If it's something you'd like as well, maybe we can be in a proper relationship. What do you think...?" Vegeta asked. Frieza gave him a warm smile, cupping his face with both hands. "I'd like that....very much." he stated. They both leaned in for a gentle kiss, both of them humming in content before a smirk spread across Vegeta's face. "Don't think this means this puts an end to our rivalry though. I'm still going to defeat you any chance I get, so you better aim to do the same thing." he stated. Frieza chuckled in response, a wicked smile spreading across his black lips.

"Absolutely. I'd do nothing less, my dear~"

Chapter Text

"Okay, you can do this, you can do this...."

Frost murmured under his breath, slowly walking down the hallway and towards the assassin's bedroom. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of confessing his feelings to Hit, but this only further motivated him to keep moving forward. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's not like he'd reject me....right?" the blue ice-jin thought to himself.

Three months ago, Hit had found Frost on another planet and rescued him from a horrible life on the streets. After knowing nothing but pain, misery, and loneliness for almost 2 years, the assassin had offered Frost a new life. One where he could finally feel secure and safe, and he would be taken care off. Why did Hit do this? Well, as it turned out, he had feelings for Frost, much to the criminal's shock. The assassin had confessed these feelings not long after he rescued the blue ice-jin. Meanwhile, Frost didn't know what to think, as he wasn't entirely sure he could reciprocate Hit's feelings. The assassin took no offense to this response, and didn't try to force Frost to feel the same. Instead, he gave the blue ice-jin his space, and allowed him to decide how he felt on his own.

And after three months of traveling with Hit from planet to planet, Frost finally realized he felt the same way towards the assassin. He was in love with him. He had thought about this long and hard. At first he was concerned he only had these feelings because Hit rescued him, and that they manifested out of obligated gratitude rather than genuine love. And while Hit's kindness was definitely a reason why he loved him, he soon realized that wasn't the sole reason for his affection. Thinking back on it, he had always admired the kind of man Hit was. Such a serious, stern personality that intimated many people. But when he really wanted to, he lowered his defenses and showed his kind, tender side, treating Frost with the respect and compassion he wanted. Not to mention, Frost couldn't deny that Hit was attractive; especially with those captivating yet terrifying eyes he had. All these qualities combined put together the man Frost had fallen in love with.

And now, he finally felt ready to tell Hit he felt the same way. Even so, the blue ice-jin couldn't help but feel nervous. He's never been in love before; despite how many people admired him as the "hero" he used to be, he never took any lovers. He didn't trust anyone to do such a thing. But Hit was the one exception. Frost only hoped that he didn't wait too long, and that the assassin still felt this way towards him.

The criminal suddenly paused, realizing he was just about to walk past Hit's room. He stared at the door for a few seconds, unconsciously rubbing his hands together nervously. After briefly glancing back from where he came from, he looked back at the door and took a deep breath. "Come on now, Frost, you've made it this far...." he told himself. The ice-jin put on a determined expression and firmly grabbed the door knob, pushing the door open and stepping inside....

....and was immediately not prepared for what he saw.

As it turns out, Hit seemed to have just gotten out of the shower, as he was stepping out from the bathroom. And all he wore were a pair of black boxer shorts and a towel around his neck. Otherwise, the rest of his well toned muscles were exposed for Frost's eyes to see. Hit didn't even seem to notice the criminal's presence, his eyes closed as he used the towel to wipe the top of his head. However, once his eyes opened, they widened slightly upon seeing his companion, who now had a face as red as a cherry.

"....Frost? What're you doing here?" Hit asked casually. He didn't even seem phased that he wore practically nothing in front of the ice-jin.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit...." Frost thought in a blind panic, internally trying to calm himself down. He mentally cursed himself for not knocking first. Hit slowly blinked, slightly tilting his head to the side. "Frost? Are you okay?" he asked. The criminal jumped slightly, only just now realizing the assassin was addressing him. "I-I-I just....crap, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were just getting out of the shower!" he suddenly blurted out awkwardly. Hit again blinked, briefly glancing down at himself before calmly looking back at Frost.

"Oh, I apologize. I didn't mean to make you so flustered." he replied, a small smirk playing on his lips. Frost couldn't help but blush brighter at that response. Somehow the way the assassin was completely unphased by this situaton just made him feel that much more embarrassed, but also....a part of him couldn't help but think his composed attitude was very attractive. For lack of a better word, it made him look very *smooth*. "Would you feel better if I covered myself up?" Hit offered with a small chuckle.

"N-No, it's uh, it's fine. I just....didn't expect that." Frost admitted shyly, glancing away. Hit nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "Very well. Was there a reason you wanted to see me then?" he asked. The criminal gave his head a firm shake, trying to ease himself of the intense heat that took over his cheeks, closing the door behind him. "Yes, there was," he stated firmly, looking back at his friend despite how nervous he felt, "there's, um, something I wanted to tell you." Hit raised a brow, now wearing a more curious expression than before.

"I-I, uh, well....you remember how you....confessed to me, right? A few months ago....after you rescued me?" Frost started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. That's when Hit's eyes widened, a little taken aback by the mention of that day. That was awhile ago....he did indeed confess his feelings then, but they hadn't spoken about those feelings since that day. The assassin had assumed Frost ultimately didn't return his feelings, despite the kiss they shared. So he wondered why the blue ice-jin was bringing this up again. "Yes, I remember." Hit replied. Frost nodded, his tail flickering behind him as he struggled to spit out the rest of this thoughts. "Right, well....*sigh* ever since that day, I had been wondering for awhile....if I, um....if I-I....felt the same...." he said, murmuring the last part quietly. The assassin watched his friend closely, carefully listening to his every word. He tried not to get his hopes up, but with the way Frost was acting....he was beginning to wonder if he was truly trying to return his feelings.

"I see. And, if you don't mind me asking....how do you feel?" Hit asked cautiously.

The blue ice-jin swallowed nervously, his heart pounding out of his chest. God, he was really gonna do this. He was really going to admit how he felt. "I-I....Hit, I....I just, I-I feel...." he tried desperately to say the words, but they refused to leave his mouth, remaining trapped in his throat. He nervously glanced at Hit, hoping he wasn't annoying the assassin, but was surprised to see a warm, patient smile on his face. One that told him "take your time". That very smile became the final motivation the criminal needed to gain back his confidence and state how he felt.

"Hit, I do return your feelings! In fact, more than that, Hit....I'm in love with you!"

Frost finally stated his feelings, almost shouting them out. Hit's eyes widened, staring at the criminal in shock. He really wasn't expecting him to return his feelings....much less, claim that he was in love with him. It blew him away, melting his heart in an instant. The assassin remained silently stunned as Frost continued to explain. "You're one of the best things that's happened in my life, Hit. And not just becaused you rescued me. But because you're the only one that's treated me with any sort of kindness. You make me feel happy, and safe, and even when I don't think I deserve it, you make me feel better about myself. Hell, if it hadn't been for you, I don't know where I'd be right now! Maybe I'd still be on the streets somewhere, or even worse, I might've went back to my old ways, something I never want to happen again! It's because of you that I've changed....because you saw the good in me, even when no one else did."

Small tears started to form in Frost's eyes as he spoke, but he quickly wiped them away, looking up at the silent assassin. "Hit, I don't know if you still feel the same towards me, but perhaps....perhaps we can become more than just friends. Do you think it's possible for you to take me....as your lover-"

His sentence was cut off by lips crashing against his own. The ice-jin froze, momentarily stunned before he eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hit's neck. The two of them soon realized how addicted they were to each other's taste, pressing against each other even more. Both of them couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy. The assassin was ecstatic that after all this time, Frost was genuinely returning his feelings, even going so far as to state he loved him. The ice-jin was relieved Hit still seemed to have these feelings towards him, and seemed willing to have him as more than just a companion.

Frost jumped a little as he felt Hit pick him off the floor, helping him wrap his legs around his waist. It wasn't till their lips reconnected once more, this one even more feverish than the last. The assassin even built up the courage to gently nip at Frost's bottom lip, asking him for entrance. The criminal didn't hesitate, parting his lips and allowing Hit's tongue to glide across his own, causing him to moan softly. The intensity and passion was starting to cloud both their minds; Frost's body felt warmer by the second, causing him to feel dizzy, while Hit couldn't stop his hands from roaming across the ice-jin's skin.

Eventually the paused from their makeout, taking a moment to catch their breath. They stared intensely into each other's eyes as they panted softly. Both of them were surprised to see not only the love they exchanged, but also the lust that had begun to develop.

"Hit...." Frost murmured quietly.

They stared at each other for a few more seconds before briefly looking to the left, where Hit's large bed remained. The sheets were tucked in perfectly, with the pillows placed just right near the headboard; it certainly provided an inviting setting for more intimate actions. The thought made both of them blush, and they once again shared another glance at one another. For a moment they said nothing, momentarily too nervous to say anything. However it wasn't long till Hit finally cleared his throat and spoke. "Frost....do you want to take this further?" he asked in a low, gentle tone. The ice-jin glanced away to the side, blushing brighter as a shy expression spread across his face.

"I....I don't know...." he said, barely above a whisper. Hit's eyes narrowed slightly before he planted a small kiss on the top of Frost's head. "Have you done this before...?" he asked quietly. The criminal hesitated to answer for a moment, instinctively thinking he should lie. It's always what he's done before, if only to protect himself, but this was Hit after all....he didn't need to protect himself from him. He trusted him with his life, and more.

"....no, I haven't." Frost admitted. The assassin blinked, slightly surprised by the response. However his expression quickly softened as he gave a small nod. "We don't have to. We can wait till you feel ready." he replied. The ice-jin couldn't help but smile, leaning his head against Hit's shoulder. Of course the assassin would respond like this. Despite how typical it was of him, it was still a relief to hear him say it. Even so, his mind began to wander....he started to imagine what such an experience would be like. He'd never trust anyone else with his feelings, much less his body. But the idea of Hit touching him, and pleasuring him like no one else could....the idea became more and more tempting. Especially with the assassin still practically nude right before his eyes. A small bundle of nerves still tugged at his mind, but he decided to push them away so he could enjoy this moment.

"No....I want to keep going." Hit blinked, carefully moving Frost's head so that he was looking into his eyes before he spoke. "Are you sure?" the assassin asked. While his tone was still soft, there was a hidden sternness behind him, telling the criminal that he needed to be absolutely honest. And honest he was. "Yes. I'm certain....I trust you." Frost stated.

Hit smiled at the response, satisfied with his partner's consent. The assassin slipped his towel off from around his neck before they both leaned forward and kissed each other passionately, Hit's grip on Frost tightening slightly. As they kissed the assassin turned to the bed, carefully leaning over it and laying Frost on the soft mattress. Once he was on his back, the two broke the kiss and exchanged a quick glance, momentarily sharing the same nervousness and excitement they felt. Hit pulled away from his partner's gaze so as to lean towards the side of his neck, trailing soft kisses down the side of his neck before nipping at his sweet spot. Frost whimpered at the foreign feeling, a small burst of pleasure erupting against his sensitive skin, causing him to shiver.

The blue ice-jin continued to pant softly as Hit's hands roamed across his body, gently massaging and caressing every bit of him. Having his strong hands glide across his skin felt surprisingly pleasant, he couldn't help but squirm a little, especially when he started to stroke the base of his long, grey tail. However once his hand started to move to between his legs, he stiffened slightly, realizing just how exposed he was. Hit seemed to notice the sudden action and paused, briefly giving his partner a concerned expression. Frost turned his head away, opening his legs wide to try and hide his nerves.

Little did the criminal realize how well Hit could read his thoughts, causing the hitman to give him a gentle smile. An idea came to mind, causing him to pull himself away from his partner. Frost tilted his head slightly, his nervous expression turning to a puzzled one. "Hit?" he said, sitting up from the edge of the bed. He watched curiously as the assassin crawled onto the bed, leaning back and sitting against the headboard. Hit gave Frost a small inviting smile, patting to a small space in front of him.

The blue ice-jin felt a blush creep up on his cheeks as he slowly crawled towards the hitman, sitting between his strong legs. He allowed Hit to guide his body so he was pressing his back against the assassin's strong chest, sighing in content at the warmth that emitted from his body. Frost immediately began to relax, moaning softly as he felt soft kisses and bites trail on his neck once more, Hit's hands once again massaging his small frame gently. "Is this better?" The assassin whispered in his partner's ear. Frost gave a small nod, his eyes slowly closing shut.

Once the blue ice-jin felt more relaxed, Hit once again trailed his hand down the criminal's stomach and abdomen, paying attention for any signs of nerves or discomfort. However this time, Frost willingly spread his legs, allowing his partner full access. He shivered lightly upon feeling Hit's hand brush against his crotch area, rubbing him with just the right amount of pressure. It wasn't long till the skin of his cloaca parted, exposing his most sensitive parts. As Hit dipped his fingers inside, he slowly realized he wasn't all that familiar with the anatomy of an ice-jin, which only further piqued his curiosity as to what Frost did have to offer. He felt two openings, and began to experiment, tracing his index finger over the first opening. The criminal moaned softly at the feeling, his member slowly peeking out from hiding. Hit gently rubbed and stroked the member in his hands as more of it revealed itself. His smile widened as he felt Frost moan louder and shiver against his body, his small hands gripping at the sheets below him.

"Ohhh....ohhh...." Jolts of pleasure ran down Frost's spine with each stroke of Hit's hand. He bit his lip to try to muffle the sounds that escaped his mouth, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with the warmth around his member distracting him. It felt like all too soon before the assassin released his hold on the sensitive organ, causing Frost to whine from the loss, but he didn't have to wait long as Hit's hand traveled towards the second opening. A gasp escaped the ice-jin's lips as he felt a finger slip inside him, causing him to arch against Hit's chest. "H-Hit....ahhh...." he moaned. As Hit's finger carefully moved and curled inside him, his tail began to creep around one of his strong legs, constricting slightly as the pleasure overtook him. The assassin watched quietly as his partner moaned and squirmed against him, surprised by how incredibly sensitive he seemed to be, even if he was inexperienced.

Still, he was glad he could bring Frost pleasure rather than any fear or pain. Plus he couldn't deny how alluring his moans were, becoming sweet music to his ears. It only encouraged him to continue his work, slipping a second finger inside and performing a scissor motion. The criminal whimpered at the feeling, slightly bucking against his partner's hand. Little did he realize his movements caused him to grind against Hit's throbbing erection through his boxer shorts, causing the hitman to inhale sharply before letting out a soft groan in pleasure. He didn't try to keep Frost still, as his actions seemed to help increase the pleasure on both ends.

"D-Deeper...." the ice-jin whimpered. Hit obliged, and started doing a thrusting motion with his fingers, striking Frost's sweet spot deep inside him. The criminal cried out in pleasure, feeling sparks ignite within him everytime that spot was struck. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Hit!" he moaned. His tail gripped onto Hit's leg even tighter, unable to let go. The assassin started to pant as well, feeling his partner grind harder against own member.

"Frost...." he groaned in a deep tone, lowering his head and gently biting at the side of his partner's neck. Frost shivered at the feeling, another loud moan escaping him as the tightness in his abdomen became more and more unbearable. "H-Hit, I-I....I'm close...." he whimpered, losing his voice to the pleasure. The assassin had heard him, and increased the motion of his hand, mercilessly abusing his sweet spot. The criminal cried out once more, throwing his head back and moaning to the ceiling.

"HIT!! Ohhhh!" Frost finally reached his peak, feeling his climax crashing down onto him. His legs trembled as his tight walls clamped down around Hit's fingers. The assassin helped his partner ride through his orgasm, thrusting his fingers a few more times before finally pulling out. Frost went limp against the assassin's strong body, slumping back and panting hard, his tail finally loosening it's grip around Hit's strong leg. The hitman panted slightly as well, gently stroking his partner and allowing him to rest a moment before they continued. Admittedly though, it was tempting to take Frost the way he was now without hesitation. The way Frost was laid out in complete display, with a deep blush dusting his cheeks, not to mention his member was just begging to be released from the confines of his boxers, all made it more difficult to resist the urge. But this was their first time together, and more than that, this was Frost's first time at all....after not trusting anyone for so long, the ice-jin was trusting him with something far more than just his life. So he forced his urges down for the moment, and waited till the ice-jin was ready to continue.

After a moment passed, Frost slowly opened his eyes and glanced up at Hit with half lidded eyes, greeted with a warm smile in return. "Did that feel good?" Hit asked gently, tracing his fingers over his partner's chest. The criminal gave a small nod, weakling trying to sit up a bit straighter. "Y-Yes, it did...." he said breathlessly. He felt the assassin kiss his cheek, his hands resting on his waist, as if preparing to move Frost into a different position. Before he did though, he spoke once more. "Are you ready to keep going?" he whispered into his ear, causing the criminal to shiver slightly.

"Y-Yes....please."

That was all Hit needed to hear. Frost allowed his partner to pick him up and lay him on his stomach, bending his knees so the lower half of his body was in the air. The criminal trembled slightly, out of both excitement and anxiousness. Hit meanwhile took the chance to finally be rid of his boxers, sighing in relief at his member finally being free. Once that was taken care of, the assassin carefully leaned forward, rubbing the tip at his partner's entrance. Frost whimpered at the feeling, glancing back at his partner nervously.

"H-Hit...." he said quietly. The assassin leaned towards the side of his partner's neck, gently kissing against his skin before he caught Frost's gaze. "It's okay. I'll be gentle." he replied softly. The ice-jin relaxed slightly upon hearing those words, allowing his head to lay down and relax against the mattress. He inhaled and exhaled, feeling the assassin take hold on his hips in a firm but gentle grip. "Are you ready?" Hit asked. Frost glanced back one last time before giving a firm nod. The assassin nodded back, carefully pushing himself inside his partner.

A soft moan escaped the ice-jin's lips at the foreign feeling, trying to relax as he felt himself stretch farther than he's ever felt before. Soon his moans turned to whimpering as the stretching started to become painful, causing him to screw his eyes shut and grip the bedsheets tightly. It wasn't long till Hit's member was fully sheathed inside of him, and Frost trembled as he tried to relax. "H-Hit...." he whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes. The assassin shushed him gently, releasing his grip on his hips to move elsewhere. He placed one hand over Frost's, giving it a gentle squeeze, while his other hand gently stroked his back up and down. "Shhh, just relax....let me know when it doesn't hurt anymore." Hit said softly. The ice-jin nodded, taking small breaths as he focused on the pleasant feeling of his partner stroking his back.

Luckily the pain was quick to subside, being replaced with pleasure, causing Frost to whine softly. "Hit, y-you can move now...." he stuttered. Hit nodded, removing his hand from Frost's back and returned to gripping his hip, although the other hand remained on top of Frost's. The assassin started to thrust slowly, starting a gentle rhythm. The ice-jin moaned at the feeling, his tail wrapping around Hit's waist to pull him closer. This feeling was nothing like his fingers; it felt so much bigger, and it went so much deeper, striking his most sensitive nerves. "Ahhh....ohhh....ahhh!" he moaned out, unable to keep the embarrassing sounds from escaping him.

Hit began to feel it as well, panting as he thrusted into his partner. Frost was so tight around him, clinging onto him almost desperately. To say it felt good would be an under-exaggeration. He tightened his grip slightly and increased his pace, feeling the criminal was becoming more accomadated by now. Frost's moans grew in volume at the increased tempo, gripping the sheets even tighter as he practically cried out. "Hit! Ohhh, ohhh, Hit!" he moaned. The assassin's jaw clenched, becoming more aroused by hearing Frost call his name. "Does it feel good, Frost?" he said huskily, practically growling the question out. The criminal attempted to look back at his partner, struggling to keep his eyes open with his mind swimming with pleasure. "Y-Yes, ohhh....it f-feels amazing....ohhh, Hit!" He cried out at an exceptionally deep thrust, his eyes screwing shut once more.

The ice-jin couldn't help but enjoy this moment; to know he was sharing such an intimate moment with the man he loved, he felt overwhelmed with joy. Only Hit would ever get to make him feel this way. He was the only one he'd allow to touch him and pleasure him like this. Hit is the only one he'll ever want.

Frost cried out as his sweet spot was struck once more, causing his tail to grip tighter around the assassin's waist. Hit recognized this right away, and purposely aimed for that spot over and over, his panting turning into groans. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh gods! Hit!" the ice-jin cried out. Sparks of pleasure continued to burst inside him, causing him to moan as his member plunged into him deeply. Hit continued to pound into his partner, causing Frost to be pressed further against the soft mattress. A familair tightness began to turn in the ice-jin's abdomen, as it did in the assassin as well. Neither of them would be able to last much longer.

"H-Hit, please! I-I can't....last m-much longer!" the criminal moaned. Hit gave a small nod, focused on keeping up the intense pace of his thrusts. As he did, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against his partner's back. "Then don't hold back....let yourself go." he said huskily into his ear, leaning towards his neck and nipping at his skin once more. Frost whined loudly, unconsciosly moving his hips back to try and match with Hit's powerful thrusts. "Ohhh, don't stop! Hit....Hit....AHHH, HIT!!" the ice-jin was finally driven over the edge, arching against Hit's back and crying out in pleasure. His inner walls clamped down around the assassin's member, coating it in his wet slick. Hit finally shut his own eyes, letting out a guttoral groan as he released as well, splitting his seed inside his partner.

Both of them trembled slightly, taking a moment to ride out the high of their orgasms before Frost went limp below the strong assassin. Hit looked down at the criminal, releasing Frost's hand and gently stroking the back of his head. Despite how the ice-jin attempted to catch his breath, a smile spread across his face as he leaned into the assassin's touch. "Frost? Are you okay?" Hit asked softly. The ice-jin opened his eyes and looked back at his partner, giving a small nod. "Yeah, I'm okay....just tired." he murmured. The hitman smiled, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on top of his head before he pulled out of his partner. Frost moaned softly at the loss, his legs finally giving in and laying flat on the mattress. Hit took the intiative to pick up his exhausted lover and move them both closer to the headboard, laying them both closer to the soft pillows.

However, to Hit's surprise, Frost immediately snuggled against his chest, releasing a small sigh of content. The assassin didn't protest in the slightest, holding the criminal in almost a protective manner. "That was wonderful....was it good for you too?" the ice-jin asked, glancing up at the hitman. Hit chuckled at the question, giving a firm nod. "Absolutely." he stated. The criminal smiled and closed his eyes once more, sleep slowly creeping up on him. Before he fell asleep though, he said one last thing to his new lover.

"Hit....thank you."

"Hmm? For what?"

"Everything...." as soon as that word escaped his lips he began to drift off to sleep, warm and content in the hitman's embrace. Hit's smile widened, grabbing at the covers and pulling them over both of them before he settled into the mattress himself.

"You're welcome, Frost....goodnight." he whispered softly.

Chapter Text

"Where the hell is he?" Vegeta growled under his breath, pacing back and forth in the gym. Cell and Frost were waiting as well, sitting quietly on the bleachers. Frieza and Vegeta were supposed to have a basketball game after their classes ended, as the saiyan desperately wanted revenge for his boyfriend beating him last time. However, Frieza had mentioned he had a small errand to run, and then he'd meet Vegeta in the gym. However, it was over an hour now, and Frieza still hadn't shown up, or even called him to let him know what was going on.

"Still no word from him?" Goku asked Cell, leaning back against the bleachers. He was the only one of Vegeta's friends that came to watch their basketball match, as the others were too busy with other business. In any case, the android pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen before letting out a sigh. "Nope, not even a text...."

"Dammit, this is the third time in the past two weeks that he hasn't shown up to own of our matches." Vegeta growled. Despite being lovers, Frieza and Vegeta were also fierce rivals, always had been and always will be. As such, they often enjoyed competing in many competitions against each other. But as of lately, Frieza had been skipping out on them, and never explained why.

"Aren't you two his best friends or something? Hasn't he said anything about what's going on?" Vegeta stated sternly to Cell and Frost, folding his arms across his chest while narrowing his eyes. "Don't start blaming us for anything! Trust me, he always tells us if something is up, so I'm just as confused as you are." Cell stated firmly, seemingly offended that the saiyan dared to think he was at fault for not knowing what was going on. The saiyan sighed, turning his head away. "....I'm sorry, I just....I don't understand why he's not talking to me."

"The last thing I remember him saying was something about his brother moving back into town. But that was about a month ago. He hasn't implied that anything was wrong since then." Frost admitted, closing his eyes as he tried to recollect his thoughts. The saiyan finally ceased his pacing and took a moment to think himself. Frieza had mentioned it was the convenient store he was going to, and that was only a five minute walk from here. He should definitely be back by now. Maybe he stopped by his dorm to drop something off, or even pick something up? Or maybe something stopped him from making it back here...?

Everyone immediately perked up upon hearing the entrance door open. Indeed, it was Frieza, stepping inside with his gaze casted downward. To Vegeta's surprise though, he wore a large, gray hoodie, covering almost all of his upper body. The white ice-jin released a small sigh before he lowered his hood, straightening his posture and looking to his lover. "I apologize. I didn't mean to be so late."

"Yeah, over an hour late." Vegeta said sternly, narrowing his eyes. Frieza tensed slightly at the anger in his tone. He knew the saiyan was probably angry with him, but there wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't stop what had happened, and he couldn't tell him about it....the best thing he could do right now is tell him they needed to reschedule their match - again - and try to get some rest in his dorm. "I thought you said you were heading to the convenient store. Where the hell were you?" Vegeta demanded. The saiyan's attitude urked the ice-jin a bit, and while he gave a small glare, he didn't raise his voice. He didn't have the energy to.

"Something came up, and I couldn't make it on time. I apologize. But we're gonna have to reschedule our match to another time. I'm far too exhausted to play right now." Frieza explained calmly, rubbing at his face with one hand. "Why didn't you tell us where you were? You couldn't even pick up your damn phone and reply to a text or something?" Vegeta continued, taking a few steps to towards his lover. Frieza couldn't help but growl a little, becoming annoyed that the saiyan wouldn't let this go. "As I said, something came up. It couldn't be helped. I'm sorry I once again have to put off our match-"

"Dammit, I don't care about the match!" Vegeta snapped.

Frieza blinked, taken aback by his outburst. It wasn't often Vegeta was genuinely angry with him. Sure, sometimes they'd playfully bicker, or sometimes had mild arguments. But this was the first time the saiyan seemed upset. "Vegeta...." Goku said quietly, silently asking his friend to calm down. Vegeta glanced at his friend, catching on to his tone and taking a deep breath before he spoke once more. "Our match can be rescheduled, I don't care. But you were over an hour late, and not me or Cell or Frost could get ahold of you. I had no idea where you were or what you were doing. Frieza, I was *worried* about you! You're not acting like yourself, and you won't tell me what's going on." the saiyan explained. Frieza's eyes widened, caught off guard by his lover's words. He didn't mean to make Vegeta worry....that was never his intention.

He couldn't help but look away, guilt swelling up in his heart. Cell stood up from the bleachers, taking a few steps towards his friend. "Frieza, he's right. You're not talking to any of us, and we're concerned. I mean, look at you, you're wearing a sweater, when you hardly ever where clothing to begin with! Is something going on?" he asked. The white ice-jin was silent for a moment, his hands clenching into fists before he let out a sigh.

"....there's nothing going on." Frieza refused to look at anyone as he spoke. Vegeta could tell right away he was lying.

"I'm going back to my dorm. I have work that needs to be done." Suddenly Frieza turned back the entrance he came from and left, not giving anyone a chance to respond. "What the- Frieza wait!" Frost called out, standing up from the bleachers. Vegeta growled. No way in hell was that bastard going to lie to his face like that and then walk away. "Oh no you don't!" the saiyan stated. He didn't hesitated to march towards the exit and follow the white ice-jin out of the gym. "Gah! Vegeta, hold on a sec!" Goku called, but it was far too late to stop him.

It only took a moment for Vegeta to catch up to Frieza and grab onto the sleeve of his hoodie, stopping him in his tracks. "What in- dammit Vegeta, release me!" the ice-jin hissed, yanking back his arm, but the saiyan refused to let go. "I don't care who you think you are! You DO NOT lie to my face and walk away like that! Tell me what's going on!" Vegeta demanded once more. Frieza growled, using his tail to wrap around the saiyan's arm in an attempt to pry his grip off, but Vegeta was just too strong. "I don't know what you're talking about! There's nothing going on, so just leave me be!" he stated, struggling to pull away. The saiyan gave another firm tug at his sleeve, eyes narrowing. "Look, I don't know what's gotten into you, but-"

He stopped dead in his tracks when Frieza finally managed to pull his sleeve out of his hand, and it slid down his arm....

Revealing the bruises that coated his skin.

Vegeta's eyes widened in disbelief, all anger immediately melting away as shock took over. "Your arm...." he murmured. Frieza blinked before glancing at his arm, eyes widening when he realized his bruises were exposed. He quickly slid the sleeve back over his arm, taking a step back. "I-I....Vegeta-"

"Take the sweater off." Vegeta spoke in a low, dead serious tone. It only made Frieza more nervous, clutching onto the hoodie and turning his head away. "No, there's nothing to see...." his voice wavered slightly as he spoke, taking another step back. "Frieza, please, let me see." Vegeta insisted, speaking more calmly as he stepped forward. But the ice-jin merely shook his head, unable to look his lover in the eye. The saiyan continued to walk forward, gently placing his hands on both of Frieza's shoulders. He tried to catch the ice-jin's gaze, but his partner refused to lift his head. "Frieza, look at me....who did this? What's going on-"

The ice-jin hissed and shoved the saiyan away with all his strength, causing Vegeta to stumble back and almost fall onto the floor. Vegeta blinked, looking at Frieza in surprise as he took a few steps back, then he bolted down the hallway and out of sight. The saiyan wanted to follow him, continue to ask him what was going on. But he knew at this rate, his partner would just continue to push him away. So he stayed where he was, and give Frieza some space....for now.

* * * *

A few days passed since that incident. Frieza stayed clear from both Vegeta and his friends. He wouldn't approach them during classes, he didn't seek them out during lunch, he didn't answer their calls or texts. He kept himself isolated from everyone around him.

In all honestly, Frieza hated every bit of it. He hated pushing everyone away like this, especially Vegeta. A part of him really wanted to tell the saiyan what was going on, and perhaps even try to seek some help. But this wasn't Vegeta's battle. This was his, and his alone. He didn't need to drag anyone else into his mess. He was strong....he could handle this himself.

It was early in the evening by now, with the sun just starting to set over the horizon. Frieza was just exiting the public library, having just finished lots of studying. However, he found it rather dull without Vegeta's company. Normally they'd go together, and he'd hear his lover complain about how boring it was for him. But that didn't happen today. A sigh escaped the ice-jin's lips as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, calmly walking back towards the college. He adjusted his hoodie carefully, making sure it covered him thoroughly. The bruises were finally starting to fade away, so with any luck, he could take it off in another day or two....

"There you are. I wondered where you went."

Frieza froze upon hearing the familiar voice, whirling around to look behind him. Sure enough, it was him....his older brother, Cooler. The purple ice-jin glanced at the library for a moment before slowly talking towards his brother. "I wasn't sure where you were hiding away at. Should've figured it was a place like this...." he said. His tone held irritation, his long tail flickering behind him. Frieza gave a sharp glare at Cooler, instinctively getting into a fighting stance. "How did you find me? I thought I made sure you wouldn't find me here." he stated. He kept a fierce, intimidating expression on his face, but his stomach held a deep pit of fear and dread.

"I have my ways. But you should know better than to try and hide from me....there's no hiding from family." Cooler said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. The white ice-jin briefly glanced around his surroundings. The street was completely empty; no one was here except for the two of them. That already made things worse.

Cooler got into his own fighting stance, eyes narrowing. Frieza tensed, about to try to land the first attack, but Cooler proved to be too quick, lunging forward and landing a harsh kick into his stomach. The white ice-jin gasped as the air was knocked out of his lungs, and he went flying down a nearby alleyway, out of sight from any possible public. His body skidded across the ground, but he fought back the pain and forced himself to quickly get back onto his own two feet. He kept a fierce glare at the purple ice-jin as he walked down the alleyway, slowly getting closer.

"I'm not sure why you continue to resist. We've been playing this game for years, Frieza. Don't you understand that you can't beat me?" Cooler said, pausing once he was a few feet in front of his brother. Frieza growled in response, his fists clenched tightly. "Shut up! I've already said this before, and I'll say it again; I am not going to give up! I'm not someone you can just push around! You can't win forever!" he stated. With newfound energy he lunged forward and raised a fist towards Cooler's face, but his brother caught it effortlessly before landing a strong gut punch. Frieza gasped out in pain, coughing up blood before falling to his knees and clutching his stomach. He remained where he was, gasping for breath and desperately trying to fight back against the pain.

"You keep saying that. And yet, every time....you're the one that walks away beaten."

Cooler's tail whipped around and slammed against Frieza's smaller frame, and he went flying until he crashed into a wall. The white ice-jin cried out as pain exploded across his back. Before he even had a chance to retaliate, Cooler's tail wrapped around his throat, causing Frieza to squirm as he was lifted up into the air. Cooler's mocking expression soon morphed into a darker, more disgusted look, giving his brother a deep glare. "I must say, it annoys me to no end when you continue to fight back, act as if you're still worth something. And yet all I see is a spoiled brat."

Another punch to the gut caused Frieza to cry out. Cooler didn't slow down, continuing to deliver swift punches across his body, where no doubt new bruises would form later. Frieza desperately tried to claw at Cooler's tail, and even tried to smack him with his own tail, but the purple ice-jin remained unphased as he caught the fifth limb and squeezed it in a crushing grip. The white ice-jin again screamed in pain before his body went limp, becoming too exhausted to try and fight back.

"You see? There's no point in trying to fight me. You only succeed in making yourself look more pathetic." Cooler hissed. He finally uncoiled his tail from around Frieza's neck, letting the white ice-jin fall onto the ground with a hard thud. Frieza wheezed and coughed, his whole body screaming in agony. His fingers dug into the dirt as he weakly attempted to push himself up, only to cry out once more when Cooler stomped down on his tail. "I at least give you credit for facing me by yourself, though. You don't try to have anyone fight your battle for you, like a coward. Still, doesn't mean it does you any good." the purple ice-jin said with a chuckle. He gave a sharp kick into Frieza's stomach at that statement. Frieza inhaled sharply and clutched his stomach once more, eyes screwing shut.

He hated this. He hated how brother continued to bully him like this. Cooler had acted this way for as long as he could remember, taking any chance he could to beat him up. Frieza never really understood why, only able to go on the theory that he was jealous of how his father often praised him over Cooler. The idea of telling his father never once crossed his mind, firmly convinced he wouldn't believe him. But more importantly, he didn't want to rely on someone else to protect him....not when he could defend himself. He wasn't weak. He wasn't a coward. That's always what Frieza told himself.

Even now....when he couldn't be more afraid.

Frieza winced upon feeling his brother's foot over his head, pressing him down against the ground. "You better understand by now....you're nothing. You're not the strong warrior you picture yourself as. You're just a pathetic no one. Nothing more." Cooler growled from above him. He raised his foot, and Frieza braced himself for another kick....

When suddenly a different shadow overlapped him, he heard the sound of a harsh punch, followed by Cooler yelling out in pain. Frieza's eyes snapped open, looking to see what had happened. He looked in shock as a familiar saiyan stood before him, standing in front of him protectively while Cooler stood a few feet away. The purple ice-jin growled in annoyance, raising a hand to his bruised cheek. "Grrrgh, just who the hell do you think you are?! Mind your own business!" he snapped.

"This immediately becomes *my* business when anyone dares to lay a hand on Frieza!" Vegeta snapped back, his fierce, dark eyes giving an intense glare. Frieza watched in awe, relief washing over him as the pain was finally put to rest. "Vegeta...." he murmured weakly.

"If you want to pick a fight, then you face me! Come on, I dare you! I won't hesitate to kick your ass until you wish you were never born!" the saiyan snapped, fists clenched and getting into a fighting position. Cooler gave him a long, hard glare, then looked back at Frieza before turning his head away. "Tch, whatever....I'm done anyway." he stated. With that said, Cooler turned his back to the saiyan and walked away, leaving the alley and disappearing around the corner. Vegeta watched as he left, very much tempted to chase him down and continue to punch his face, but Frieza needed tending to. The saiyan didn't hesitate to kneel down beside the white ice-jin and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

"Frieza, are you okay? Dammit, what the hell did he do to you...?" he said, examining the bruises on his body. Frieza winced in pain, looking away in shame. "I-It's nothing....I-I'm fine." he said in a strained voice. "No, you are not *fine*! You're badly hurt! We should get you to a hospital-"

"N-No! There's no...ghhh! T-There's no need....I-I just need r-rest...." the white ice-jin hissed in pain as he tried to push himself up, only to whimper and fall back onto the ground. "Shit - don't try to move! You're hurt! Just....here." Vegeta moved as carefully as he could, sliding his arms under Frieza's body and lifting him into his lap. Frieza whimpered in pain as the saiyan stood up on his two feet, burying his face against his lover's shoulder. "I don't care what you say, we're taking you to a hospital." Vegeta stated. "No, you can't....they'll ask questions. I don't need anyone else involved....everything will just get more complicated." the white ice-jin stated. "Frieza, he attacked you! Frankly, we should get others involved! Like the police-"

"Vegeta, please."

The saiyan paused, glancing down at his partner. Frieza stared up at him, giving him a pleading expression. Vegeta frowned before letting a long sigh escape his lips. "....fine. Then we'll take you back to your dorm. But if you won't let the hospital care for ya, then I'm treating you myself." the white ice-jin nodded, and remained silent as his lover carried him out of the alley and down the street. Even after being rescued, dread still creeped into his heart. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do when they went back to his dorm.....

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Frieza hissed in pain and recoiled from Vegeta, feeling a stinging sensation every time the saiyan dabbed the wet rag over one of the small cuts on his body. "Hold still, I'm almost done." Vegeta said, taking his time and carefully cleaning each of the cuts. Just recently, he had rescued Frieza from his own brother, Cooler, who had him trapped and beaten in the back of an alley. Vegeta had insisted they take the ice-jin to a hospital, but Frieza refused to do so. So instead, the saiyan took his partner to Frieza's dorm, where he carefully treated the ice-jin to the best of his abilites.

"There, now we just need to bandage you up...." Vegeta reached out for the bandaging tape and carefully wrapped it around Frieza's palms and legs, where most of the cuts were. Frieza remained silent as his lover worked, remaining at his place at the edge of his bed. The white ice-jin had barely spoken a word since they've come here, and he refused to look into Vegeta's eyes.

Vegeta mentally took note of this behavior as he finished up, putting the bandages aside. "There, now hold still for a sec." he said. He scooted closer to the injured ice-jin and carefully ran his hands over his body, feeling along his arms, his shoulders and neck, and especially his waist. "What are you doing?" Frieza asked. "Feeling for any broken bones, since you won't let a doctor look at you." Vegeta replied. There wasn't any anger in his tone, but rather slight disappointment, which only made the ice-jin feel more guilty. After another or so passed, the saiyan pulled his arms away and sighed. "Well, I'm no doctor by any means, but I don't feel anything that's broken."

"....I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that...." The saiyan didn't hesitate to take Frieza's hands into his own, rubbing them gently with his thumbs.

"Frieza, tell me what's going on. What the hell happened back there?" Frieza was surprised his lover didn't speak more angrily with him. He imagined he would've been furious with him for keeping this from him, but here he was asking calmly and gently what had happened. He hesitated to speak at first, keeping his gaze to the bed. He knew he couldn't keep silent forever though. Vegeta did just save him after all - he deserved to know the truth.

"Its....*sigh* I'm afraid this is a normal occurence for me at this point. But brother....nothing pleases him more than beating me to a pulp, any chance he can. And ever since he's moved into town, that's exactly what he's been doing." the ice-jin explained. Vegeta's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, brief anger painting his expression. "Why would he do that though? He's your brother! He shouldn't be treating you like this!" he stated firmly. Frieza's frown deepened, giving a small nod in agreement. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure why he despires me so. My only theory thus far is that he's jealous of me. Father has always seen such potential in me, and hasn't exactly given Cooler than same attention. I imagine the only time he feels superior to me is during moments like these....when he can overpower me." Memories of the pain flashed across Frieza's mind, causing him to flinch. His bruised tail unconsciously coiled closer to Vegeta's leg, tempted to bring the saiyan closer to him.

"But things didn't seem like this when you first went into college, or even when we began dating. I don't even remember seeing you like this during highschool." Vegeta stated. "....that's cause I moved away from my old home before high school began, precisely so I could get away from Cooler. I made sure no one told him my location, not even father. For awhile, I thought I had lost him for good....but somehow he's found me again. And ever since then, he's taken every opportunity he can to abuse me." Frieza explained.

Vegeta's anger rose the more he heard about Cooler. He couldn't imagine how anyone would want to purposely hurt their sibling, especially when it's their *younger* sibling. As his older brother, he should be protecting Frieza....not hurting him. And to think he even went to the trouble to track him down to an entirely different town, just so he could continue to abuse him, it was an all new type of low cruelty....

He took a quiet breath to himself, calming his angered thoughts. By all means, he wanted to let loose and track down Cooler once more, but right now Frieza was his first priority. "....does your father know about this? About what he does to you?"

"No," Frieza's response slipped past his lips immediately, shaking his head slightly, "and he can't know. Besides, I doubt he'd believe me anyway...."

"How do you know?" Vegeta stated. Frieza's lips formed a tight, thin line, and he turned his head away. "....how could be possibly believe one of his precious sons would harm the other? He is a naive man who cares deeply about both of us. He'd never see either of us as cruel people...." he stated. "He won't ever know the truth if you don't at least *try* to tell him. Frieza, I don't understand why you wouldn't tell anyone about this. Not your friends, or the authorities, or even me! Why would you keep this to yourself?" Vegeta asked, his tone almost laced with desperation. He wanted to understand. If this abuse really has been happening for years, why wouldn't he say anything? Why wouldn't he seek help?

"....because I can't...."

"But why can't you?"

"I just can't...."

"Why?"

"BECAUSE I'M NOT WEAK!!" Frieza shouted. His tail lashed out behind him, whipping at the mattress violently. Vegeta jumped, taken aback by the ice-jin's outburst. Frieza blinked, realizing what he had just done, and immediately felt shame. He shouldn't act so hostile....he knew Vegeta was just trying to help. He didn't deserve to be pushed away. Even so, the white ice-jin pulled his hands out of Frieza's grasp, and instead scooted away from him, his tail curling around his small frame. "....this is *my* battle to face. No one else should have to interfere. I can't drag anyone else into my mess, or risk anyone else getting hurt. Not when I can defend myself...." He brought his knees closer to his chest, hugging them close. "I'm not weak....I can take care of myself."

Vegeta felt a frown form on his face. Now it was starting to make sense. In all honesty, it sounded exactly like what Frieza would do....to try to prove to himself that he was strong, and that he didn't need to rely on others because of it. That's exactly how Vegeta has acted for most of his life. He'd always get into reckless situations, and insist he could take care of himself, because he believed himself to be the strongest. It wasn't until he got into college did he realize that sometimes your own strength wasn't always enough....

A small sigh escaped the saiyan's lips, scooter closer to the ice-jin until they were sitting side by side. Frieza tensed slightly as he came closer, keeping his head turned away. "....believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel."

Frieza's eyes widened, and while he hesitated, he turned his head back to look at his partner. Vegeta was looking up at the ceiling, a small smile on his face as he chuckled. "I used to think exactly like you did; I'm not weak. I'm the strongest. Whatever happens to me, I can handle it myself. That kind of thinking got me into a lot of trouble, though....and more than once did I face the consequences because of it." The ice-jin's nervousness quickly shifted to curiosity, scooting a little closer to the saiyan. "Is that so...?" he said. He wasn't all that surprised, it honestly sounded exactly how Vegeta would think. Still, he wondered why he was bringing this up.

"....There was a time I almost got killed because of it."

That's when a small gasp escaped Frieza's lips, his knees lowering from his chest. "What?! You were almost....k-killed?" he asked, barely able to get the last word out of his throat. Vegeta frowned slightly as the memory came back, his gaze lowering down to his feet. "Yeah....there was this punk I picked a fight with. He claimed anyone who tried to fight him would usually end up in a body bag. Of course, I took this as a shot at my pride, and challenged him to a fight anyway, all by myself at that. I even dared him to try and kill me. Hehehehe, God I was an idiot....in less than a minute, I was on the ground with broken arm, broken ribs, and internal bleeding." Frieza's eyes continued to widen in shock, completely caught up in disbelief.

"I-I don't understand....when in the world did this happen?!" the ice-jin demanded. "Just after we graduated from high school, before college began. I was in the hospital for a good month, and didn't fully heal for another two months." the saiyan explained. "Who would do such a thing to you?! Why would they harm you like that?!" Frieza said. Vegeta chuckled once more, his eyes closing. "Turns out, the very man I challenged to a death fight was the legendary assassin, Hit. And the only reason he agreed to it was because I refused to let him walk away. I let my ego get the best of me." he explained. Frieza's breath hitched.

"H-Hit....you don't seriously mean *that* Hit...."

"Yep. The very same....and he would've killed me, if Goku hadn't stepped in and convinced him to let us go. To my surprise, Hit left without another word, and Goku rushed me off to the hospital." Vegeta's eyes finally opened, and he looked back at his partner, who was still shocked by what he'd just heard. "I convinced myself I could face him alone, because I refused to be seen as weak. Not once did I think to ask for help or rely on anyone else....not until that day." he admited. Frieza's shocked expression slowly morphed into a guilty expression, slowly understanding Vegeta's point. He turned his head away once more, remaining still even when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I want you to know right now, that I don't think you're weak. No one does. I've never met a more strong person than you, physically and mentally. But there's only so much one person can do by themselves....it's not weak to rely on others, or ask for help. You don't have to do everything by yourself." Vegeta said. The white ice-jin clenched his fists tightly, his body beginning to tremble slightly. "I know you think you're alone in this fight, but you don't have to be," Frieza blinked upon feeling Vegeta's hand hold his own, comforted by the warmth that radiated from his palms, "You have me. And Frost, and Cell, and even Goku. We all want to help you....so let us be there for you."

The white ice-jin finally looked back at his lover, seeing the warm smile Vegeta gave him. "Vegeta...." he murmured. He couldn't help but feel a weight being lifted off his chest. For once, he wasn't alone in this, and he didn't ever have to be....his saiyan would be here to help him. Protect him. Make him feel safe for once. This whole time, he's had this guardian right by his side....and all he's done so far was push him away.

Frieza pulled his gaze away once more, looking down at his lap, feeling tears build up in his eyes. While he tried to hide it them, Vegeta noticed right away, gently squeezing Frieza's hand. "Frieza...." he said. The white ice-jin sniffled slightly, struggling and failing to keep the tears from streaming down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry....I shouldn't have kept this from you. I shouldn't have pushed you away....I-I just...." he stopped mid sentence to bite his lip, knowing that if he tried to speak anymore he'd only end up breaking down crying even more. He didn't want the saiyan to see him like this....to see him so vulnerable, crying like a child....

But he was caught off guard by a warm hand cupping his damp cheek, turning his head so he was looking back at Vegeta. "It's alright. I'm just glad I can be here for you now."

Vegeta's words warmed his heart even more, and the last bit of the wall he put between the two of them finally crumbled. Frieza started to weep softly, raising a hand to cover his face, tears continuing to cascade down his pale cheeks. "Come here...." the saiyan said gently, opening his arms for an embrace. The ice-jin didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around his lover and bury his face into his chest, soft sobs escaping from his throat. Vegeta held him in a gentle but snug embrace, being mindful of the bruises on Frieza's body. He gently rubbed his palm across the ice-jin's back, closing his eyes and kissing the top of his head.

"Shh, don't worry. I promise....I won't let Cooler hurt you ever again. Not as long as I still live." Vegeta stated firmly. Frieza hugged the saiyan even tighter, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. "....y-you mean it?" he said weakly.

"Yes. I do." Vegeta confirmed. The two remained in each other's embrace for a long while, the ice-jin continuing to apologize in between sobs. The saiyan simply told him it was okay, and that he had nothing to apologize for. It seemed like for the first time, Frieza was finally able to let himself go, the grief and pain from those years of abuse finally slipping out into the form of tears. Tears that he seemed to hold back for who knows how long. He's had to face this pain by himself for so long, Vegeta could only imagine the relief the ice-jin felt.

Neither of them knew how much time had passed, but they didn't care. All that mattered was each other's presence, being there for one another. Eventually though, Frieza's sobbing had finally died down, and he pulled away from the embrace. "I-I apologize....I shouldn't be crying like some child...." he spoke in a watery voice, trying to wipe away tears, but only more continued to fall. He paused when the saiyan took his hands into his own, wearing a warm smile once more. "It's okay. As cheesy as it sounds, it doesn't hurt to cry sometimes." he said with a small chuckle. A small smile spread across Frieza's own face, as he took chuckled a little. "You're right, that does sound cheesy...." he murmured.

The ice-jin didn't protest as Vegeta wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and slowly pulled both of them down so they were lying down on the bed. A small sigh escaped Frieza's lips, resting his head upon the saiyan's strong chest. Vegeta watched for a moment as the ice-jin's eyes slowly slipped shut, and he drifted off into a peaceful slumber. It wasn't long till sleep too consumed the saiyan as well.

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"Damn! I can't believe they were out of Buffalo Ranch!" Vegeta growled, folding his arms across his chest. Frieza chuckled, holding on of the saiyan's arms with a small smirk on his face. "I told you could've picked another flavor." he stated. "Bleh! Nothing else is spicy enough." the saiyan replied with a huff. About a week passed since the incident with Cooler, and Frieza was finally feeling well enough to walk around after four days of bed rest. Almost all the bruises had faded away, and his skin once again showed off that beautiful white glow. And at the moment, the white skin looked only more elegant with the sun shining on it, as the couple began to walk back to campus. They had gone to the convenient store to grab a few snacks, but of course, Vegeta was pouting about how his favorite flavor of chips were sold out.

"Oh relax, we still have plenty of other things to enjoy for our little movie night." Frieza replied, holding up the plastic bag he held in one hand. The saiyan grumbled something incoherent under his breath before he sighed. "Yeah, I guess that's true-"

"Really, Frieza? Still clinging onto that saiyan, I see."

Both of them froze upon hearing the familiar voice, looking ahead in front of them. Waiting just outside the campus entrance was non-other than Cooler, arms folded over his chest and a wicked smile playing on his lips. Vegeta immediately sent him a fierce glare, instinctively getting in front of Frieza. The white ice-jin tensed slightly, his grip around Vegeta's arm tightening. "And just when I thought you couldn't get anymore pathetic, here you are, relying on your precious guardian to protect you. I can't think of anything more cowardly." Cooler stated, his long tail slowly swaying behind him.

"You better shut your damn mouth. In fact, I suggest you get the hell out of here before I decide to rip that tail off myself." Vegeta stated. Frieza's eyes narrowed, holding his saiyan closer. Both because it made him feel safer, but also so he could attempt to hold him back. If he could help it, he'd rather avoid a fight. "You best listen to him, Cooler. He's not joking." the white ice-jin stated firmly. Cooler only chuckled in response, taking a couple steps forward.

"Oh yes, cause I should be so scared of your little pet," Vegeta growled upon the word 'pet', but Frieza stroked his arm to calm him down, "I thought you saw yourself as some strong warrior or something, Frieza? What happened to that? Don't you want to face me yourself?" the purple ice-jin continued. Frieza frowned at his brother, briefly glancing at Vegeta before he straightened his posture. "As a matter of fact, I don't. I realized there's a difference between acting strong and doing something foolish. And it's become clear to me that facing you alone accomplishes nothing."

"So instead you decide to hide behind your precious saiyan and hope he'll save you?" Cooler said with a laugh. "Who said anything about me hiding? If you chose to fight one of us, then you face both of us!" Frieza stated. Vegeta smirked, moving his arm so he was wrapping it around Frieza's shoulders. "That's right, Cooler. So I'd think twice before you try to challenge us." he stated. The white ice-jin smirked as well, holding his partner close. Cooler blinked, seemingly caught off guard before he growled. "Ha! Please, as if one extra person makes a difference-"

"Ahem, think you're forgetting someone, pal." the purple ice-jin jumped upon hearing the voice, whirling around to face the very tall android, who wore a wicked smile on his face.

"Hello, I'm assuming you're Cooler, right? Name's Cell. I hear you've been giving my friend here a hard time, which quite frankly, I find to be a dick move. So, I kindly suggest you leave the premises before I show you out....*personally*." Cell stated. Cooler quickly backed away, his body trembling as he continued to put up a fierce glare. "S-Shut up! No one talk to me like that-"

"And if you still insist to cause problems in the future," Cooler again jumped, looking up to see Frost sitting on top of the entrance gate, a playful smirk on his lips, "Then we'll have no issue bringing the authorties into this. Or perhaps even your precious daddy!"

The purple ice-jin continued to look between the four that surrounded him, his body trembling with both frustration and fear. Eventually he just growled before shooting a glare at his younger brother. "You damn bastard, you think you're so clever....you're not the only one with little minions to back them up! I'm more than willing to bring my own associates to deal with all of you!" he stated harshly. "And as Frost just so kindly explained, we will bring the authorties into this if necessary, as well as Father." Frieza stated. Cooler's jaw clenched, his long tail slamming into the ground. "You're bluffing! Father would never believe you-"

"We won't know unless I try. Shall I give him a call now?" Frieza replied with a smile, pulling his phone out from behind him with his long tail. Cooler froze almost instantly, his face seemingly becoming pale, though it was difficult to tell from the dark shade of purple. Finally he let out a sigh of defeat, a deep scowl painting his expression. "Fine, you win....for now. But don't think this is over." he stated. With a huff he walked away, and the four of them watched as he disappeared down the street. Once he was out of sight, Frost immediately giggled.

"Oh man, that was fun! Did you see the look on his face when he saw Cell?" he said, hopping down from on top of the gate. "No kidding. I have a feeling we won't have to worry about him for quite awhile, if at all." Vegeta stated confidently. Cell nodded, although he had a puzzled expression on his face. "Yeah, but, I'm a little confused....I thought you already told your father about what he did." he said. Frieza gave a chuckle as a mischievous smile spread across his face, placing a finger over his lips.

"That's something Cooler will have fun discovering on his own~"

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"Really?! He's having another a suitor come visit you?! Today?!" Yamcha exclaimed.

The white ice-jin let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms across his chest. "I'm afraid so. My father doesn't intend to force anything to actually come out of it, so there's at least that. But still, I wish he wouldn't become so concerned with me finding a partner....especially when I don't need one." Frieza stated. Being a prince often came with annoying quirks or responsibilities; dating was no exception. King Cold may not seem like it, but he was a kind and fair man. He was compassionate towards all his subjects in the kingdoms, from the highest royalty to the lowest commoners. He'd never force Frieza or his brother, Cold, to marry someone they didn't love. However that didn't mean he wasn't concerned, and often introduced them to 'interesting' people he thought they'd like.

"So who's supposed to be coming this time? Hopefully someone nicer than that saiyan prince you told me about." Yamcha said, picking up a pitch fork and scooping out some dirty hay from one of the stables. The human was one of the servants of King Cold's staff. It wasn't anything too difficult; he was the stable boy, working with the horses and caring for them. It was a job he enjoyed and took pride in, despite how many thought it to be rather....well, disgusting.

"It's actually another ice-jin, supposedly. A younger man named Frost. I had never heard of him, but it would seem he's a noble to one of the allied kingdoms. I can only hope he's at least got the manners to treat me with some respect." Frieza stated. Yamcha chuckled, setting aside the pitch fork and approaching the young prince, a smile on his face. "Well duh, only an idiot would be rude to you. But hopefully this Frost guy doesn't fall in love with you the moment he sees you....like I did." the white ice-jin could only snicker at the comment.

"That was cheesy, and you know it."

"Oh definitely. But it was also true." With that said, the human wrapped his arms around the small prince, having him pinned against the wall, and leaned down for a loving kiss.

Frieza smiled against his lips, reaching his arms up to wrap around his neck. Yes, this was why the ice-jin had no desire for any suitors - he had already found the perfect partner. To many others, he might just be the run-of-the-mill stable boy, but to Frieza, he was everything. Admittedly, their relationship was still somewhat fresh; but the moment King Cold had hired Yamcha for the job, and introduced him to the white ice-jin, there was immediate chemistry between the two. It started as just simple curiosity, with Frieza coming to the stables to "inspect" the human's work. Soon with each visit, however, there would be a friendly conversation. Then there'd be entire days where they'd spend time together. Before either of them knew it, they had fallen for one another, and couldn't be happier.

The two eventually broke the kiss to look into each other's eyes. Yamcha's dark gaze always captivated the ice-jin, capturing him into a trance he couldn't pull away from. Yes, this human was everything he could ever want; he was fun, amusing, adventurous, loyal, and respectful. How could he ever give these other suitors a chance when there was this perfection before him? "You've been here awhile. Not that I don't enjoy your company, but shouldn't you head back to the castle? I'm sure your guest will be here any moment." the human said. Hearing those words made Frieza frown, giving a sigh as he leaned forward and laid his head against Yamcha's chest.

"....I'd much rather not go back. I don't need to see another suck up continue to flirt with me just so they can have my good graces." the prince stated. His long tail began to curl around Yamcha's hand as he spoke, not wanting to let go. Yamcha sighed softly, using his free hand to rub the back of Frieza's head. "Frieza....if you don't want to do this anymore, and have to deal with anymore suitors, maybe it's time we finally told him-"

"You know we can't." Frieza deadpanned. His tone left no room for debate.

Once the two had established with each other they were in a relationship, one of the first things Frieza insisted was that they keep their relationship a secret. He had a bad feeling King Cold wouldn't approve of him being in relations with a human commoner, rather than someone of nobility. Yamcha didn't think it was a good idea, as he believed they should be honest with Frieza's father. However the human could tell how such an idea deeply stressed out the ice-jin, and perhaps even frightened him. So, for the time being he followed along, keeping their relationship a secret. They planned to keep it from Cooler as well, but they were inevitably caught one night when they made out in the garden. Cooler didn't approve in the slightest, but agreed to keeping quiet about it, saying it'd be more fun for King Cold to find out on his own.

But they both knew they couldn't keep their relationship a secret forever.

"Your father seems like a nice guy, Frieza. I don't think he'd be as harsh as you think he'd be." Yamcha replied. The ice-jin only shook his head though, raising a hand to grip onto Yamcha's shirt. "It doesn't matter how 'nice' he is, Yamcha. Of course I know he's rather friendly with others. But I'm still royalty - and as such, I'm sure he expects me to marry into some other nobility. Anyone else wouldn't be good enough for him...." the prince stated, sadness lacing his tone. "Have you ever asked your father if you have to marry a noble?"

"....no. But I imagine he'd prefer I was single than marry....well...."

"Tha stable boy?" Yamcha said with a chuckle.

Frieza gave his own small chuckle at the response, lifting his head to look up at the silly human. "Yes, I'm afraid so," the small smile faded away as a guilty expression came across his face instead, "I'm terribly sorry, my dear. I know how unfair this is to you....I know I shouldn't try to hide our love. I feel no shame being with you. But if Father ever did anything to force you away, and I lost you....I'd never forgive myself. So please, this must remain a secret....at least for now." The prince was fully prepared to face impatience and frustration, somewhat worried that eventually the human would be sick of hiding their love and give up on the ice-jin. But instead, Yamcha wore that kind, patient smile he always had, and gave a small nod.

"I know, and I understand. I told you I'm willing to wait as long as you need. I just want you to be happy." Those words melted Frieza's heart, and he leaned up to press his lips against Yamcha's once more. The human happily returned the kiss, cupping the side of the prince's face with a warm, gentle hand....

"My goodness, as if this place wasn't more revolting as it is."

Both of them groaned in annoyance upon hearing the familiar voice, looking to the stable entrance to see Cooler standing just outside of it. The purple ice-jin glanced around the area in disgust before looking back at the couple. "Really? A filthy stable that smells of manure? This is what you'd consider a romantic setting?" he stated. Frieza merely rolled his eyes, slowly turning to face his older brother. "Not exactly, but I'm afraid we're left will little choices for privacy. Now is there a reason you had to ruin the moment?"

"As a matter of fact, there is. Your guest has arrived, and it waiting for you. Father insisted I come fetch you." Cooler replied. The white ice-jin let out a sigh, but Yamcha gave him an encouraging nudge on the shoulder. "Relax. Just play nice till they leave. I'm sure it won't be that bad." the human insisted. Frieza smiled a little and simply nodded. "Perhaps. I suppose I'll see for myself." he stated. He let himself out of the building, shoving past Cooler as he did so. The purple ice-jin was about to do the same, but paused to give the human a disgusted expression. Yamcha friendly attitude finally faded away, returning the glare as he placed his hands on his hips.

"What? You got something to say?"

"....not exactly. I just fail to understand what Frieza sees in a filthy, low commoner such as yourself." With that said, Cooler followed his brother back to the castle, not bothering to look back at the human.

* * * *

The two ice-jin brothers had returned to the throne room in mere moments, glancing around until their gazes settled to the middle of the room. Awaiting them was none other than their father, who spoke with another ice-jin, most likely the noble he spoke about. Upon noticing their presence, King Cold perked up and wore a wide, friendly smile. "Ah, there you two are! I'm glad you could make it. Here, please feel free to meet our guest, Lord Frost." he replied, gesturing to the ice-jin in front of him. The blue ice-jin turned to look at the two, giving a smile of his own and bowing before them.

"Why hello, your highnesses. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I appreciate that you allow me to stay here for a couple days." he replied. Frieza pushed away the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance. That was practically the same greeting every suitor gave them, and it was getting quite old real quick. "It's nice to meet you as well, Lord Frost. I wish I could stay to chat longer, but I'm afraid there are duties I need to attend to. However, I'm sure my brother here has no problem keeping you company. Isn't that right, Frieza?" Cooler replied, glancing down at the younger ice-jin. Frieza could hear the hidden mocking tone between his words, but otherwise kept his composure and gave a small nod.

"Yes, indeed." he said. Cooler nodded, briefly excusing himself before exitting the room. King Cold looked slightly annoyed with how his eldest son simply left in a hurry, but quickly put back on a smile as he looked at the other two ice-jin. "Well then, perhaps you'd be interested in seeing our garden? It's rather beautiful, especially during this time of day." he stated. Frieza let out a small sigh, picking up on his father's hint and nodding. This was obviously just a way to try to get the two of them alone, so for the moment he played along.

"Very well. Lord Frost, if you'll follow me this way." the prince said, gesturing the noble to follow him out of the room. "Oh yes, of course." Frost said, following the white ice-jin out of the room and down the hallway.

* * * *

Yamcha let out a small sigh, his mind beginning to wander as he scrubbed at one of the plates with care. He had meant what he said earlier; if Frieza really wanted to keep their relationship hidden, then he'd go with it for as long as the prince wanted. But he knew Frieza hated this....he hated having to hide his partner from everyone else. Yamcha still thought it'd be best if they told King Cold the truth together, no matter what the king thought of their relationship.

"Yamcha, are you alright?" the human snapped out of his thoughts, and looked beside him at the Namekian servant, Dende. He was just a young child, one whom King Cold offered a home to, as his parents seemed to have passed away awhile ago. Dende often tried to express his gratitude by doing tasks in the castle, including washing the dishes. Yamcha often accompanied him to assist in these tasks, even if he didn't have to. He didn't want the young Namekian to overwork himself. The very same child gave Yamcha a concerned expression, a small frown on his face. The human merely gave a reassuring smile and nodded.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just a little distracted, that's all." he replied. Dende nodded, althought he wasn't entirely convinced.

"I appreciate you helping me, Yamcha, but you don't have to help me *all* the time....I have no problem doing these chores myself." the Namekian stated, setting aside a cup after drying it. "And you realize King Cold doesn't make you do any of this, right? You're a kid, you can always have fun and play outside if you wanted to." Yamcha countered, reaching to one of the high cabinents and placing some dry plates inside.

"I-I know, but King Cold was so nice to allow me to live here....I want to show my gratitude somehow." Dende insisted. The human couldn't help but smile a little. Honestly, if he was in his situation, he would feel the same way. He already worked his hardest after being hired, wanting to please King Cold and Frieza as much as possible. "I guess that's fair. Just don't over do it, okay?" Yamcha stated. He turned his head to look at the child, only for his eyes to widen slightly when he spotted the Namekian standing on one of the counters, struggling to reach a cabinent above him so he could put a few plates away. "Whoa whoa, careful Dende! Here, let me take care of that, I can reach-"

"No, it's okay, I almost got it...." Dende's voice was slightly strained as he stood on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the cabinent. However, when trying to adjust his footing, he stepped onto a wet rag, causing him to slide his foot forward. The Namekian yelped and cried out as he fell over the edge of the counter, the plates flying out of his hands. Yamcha acted quickly, lunging forward and catching Dende in his hands before he could hit the ground, although they both flinched upon hearing the loud crash of plates shattering.

"Oh no!!" Dende cried. He looked down at the floor in horror, staring down at the many pieces of glass that scattered across the floor. "Whoops. Hey, it's alright, we'll clean this up in no time." Yamcha replied. The Namekian didn't acknowledge his comment, jumping out of the human's arms to grab the broom and dust pan that were nearby. "No no no, I-I didn't mean to do this! King Cold will be mad!" he said. He rushed back to the mess and quickly began to sweep up the glass, blinded by brief panic. "Whoa, Dende it's okay. It was an accident. I'm sure King Cold won't care about a few plates-"

"What is going on in here?!"

The two of them froze as they looked to the entrance of the kitchen. Prince Cooler stood at the doorway, wearing a deep scowl on his face as he stepped inside. His expression only became more sour upon seeing the glass on the floor. "What has happened?! What have you morons done?!" he snapped. Dende immediately flinched upon hearing his sharp tone, and began to tremble, barely able to hold the broom in his small hands. Yamcha resisted the urge to snap back as he stood up from the ground. "Nothing happened. It was just an accident, dropped a few plates-"

"You insolent fool! Do you not understand how expensive that tableware is?! How can you be so clumsy with our property?!" Cooler growled. His tail lashed at the floor below, creating a loud, whip like crackle sound that rang out in the air. This time Yamcha flinched, taken aback by the sudden action. He was honestly a little shocked by the older prince's behavior. Sure, he was never a nice guy, and it was no secret he and Yamcha didn't get along. But he'd never seen him *mad* before, and it was intimidating. Little Dende was terrified, watching the scene with wide eyes. Worried that Cooler would yell at Yamcha once more, he put the broom and dust pan aside and stood in front of the human protectively.

"W-Wait! Don't be mad at him! I-I was the one that dropped the plates," the Namekian quickly bowed, struggling to keep himself from trembling more, "I-I'm very sorry! It won't happen again!"

"Tsk, you stupid little welp." It was a matter of seconds before Cooler stepped forward and grabbed Dende by the collar of his shirt, effortlessly lifting him off the ground, causing the child to whimper in fear. "What the- stop! What're you doing?!" Yamcha demanded. Dende kept his eyes shut, small tears streaming down his cheeks as he turned his head away. The purple ice-jin only continued to look at the child in disgust. "You filthy peasant....don't you know better than to damage what isn't yours? Perhaps its best if I teach you a lesson." he said in a low, threatening tone. The Namekian shook his head, as if wanting to beg him not to harm him, but was too scared to protest as Cooler's tail came around, about to strike him hard....

However Yamcha lunged forward and caught the tail in a crushing grip. Before Cooler could even respond, the human's fist connected with the ice-jin's jaw, causing him to release the child and stumble back. Dende didn't hesitate to run for the table in the middle of the room, crawling underneath it and huddling into a ball. Yamcha continued to glare at the older prince with fierce eyes. The human was usually a very calm and reasonable person, and there weren't many things that truly got him mad. But he could never get over anyone trying to harm an innocent person, especially a child.

"What the hell has gotten into you?! I don't care if you're royalty or not, you don't try to hurt innocent people! Especially when you're about to strike a *child* for an *accident*! So back off!" Yamcha snapped. Cooler remained frozen for a moment, dumbfounded that a *servant* just had the nerve to attack *him*! He raised a hand to his cheek, feeling the bruise that would no doubt form before giving a death glare at the human, causing Yamcha to freeze in his tracks.

"You bastard....you are going to deeply regret raising a hand to Prince Cooler."

Chapter Text

"Leading down this way is the kitchen and dining hall. Nothing very exciting, I assure you." Frieza said in a bored tone. He glanced behind him to look at Frost, however the noble seemed....uninterested. Over the past hour or two, Frieza has been showing him around the castle (thanks to the insistence of his father). The prince was fully expecting and prepared to hear lots of flattery, boosts of his ego, and all sorts of brown-nosing from the blue ice-jin. So it genuinely shocked him that the noble had remained silent almost the entire time he's been in his presence. In fact, Frost looked surprisingly shy, and glanced around the area uncomfortably.

Before coming around a corner, Frieza immediately paused, causing the blue ice-jin to stop as well, a little taken aback by the sudden cease of movement. "Hmm? P-Prince Frieza? Is something the matter?" Frost asked carefully, as if making sure not to offend the other ice-jin.

"Believe it or not, I feel I should be the one asking *you* that," Frieza turned fully to face the noble, his arms folded across his chest, causing Frost to stiffen slightly, "The entire time you've been here, you've hardly said a word. More often than not, when Father invites one of these....guests, of mine, they usually speak to me as often as they can. They also never seem as intimidated by this castle as you do. Is something the matter?" The blue ice-jin glanced away for a moment, nervously rubbing his hands together. He seemed hesitant to speak, which only confused Frieza even further. Was he afraid of him or something?

"You may speak freely, Frost. There's no one else here. Tell me what's on your mind." the prince insisted. He spoke a bit more reassuringly this time, hoping to ease the blue ice-jin's nerves. Frost looked at Frieza surprised before letting out a defeated sigh. "I....Prince Frieza, you'll have to forgive me. I know I was invited here to see if we are, well, compatiable. But....I'm afraid I have no desire of us being together." The white ice-jin's eyes widened slightly. This noble....wasn't interested in being with him? This is the first he's ever encountered a suitor who's said such a thing. Normally they're *always* interested, whether it be for his looks or his wealth or both.

"Is that so....not even to gain anything for yourself? Such as my riches? Or the power I possess?" the prince asked. Frost immediately shook his head, looking away with a guilty expression.

"No. I don't need such things....the truth is, there is already someone else I'm infatuated with."

"Really?" Frieza took a step forward, his curiosity beyong piqued at this point. "Indeed. He's a wonderful man, one I've known for quite some time....his name is Hit. And....I love him with all my heart," the noble raised a hand to place over his chest, slowly closing his eyes, "We have been together for awhile now, and I trust him more than anyone else I know. However, when my father received your invitation, he insisted I at least visit you myself, lest we might offend you or King Cold. But...." The noble turned away from the prince, his fists clenched tightly.

"But....I am not comfortable with this. I don't wish to parade myself to others when Hit is the only man I could ever love." Frieza stared at him long and hard as Frost spoke, blown away by his words. He was genuinely shocked by this new information....and he certainly never related to someone else so much in his life. He knew exactly how Frost felt; he understood the discomfort and frustration of flauting yourself to strangers whom you weren't interested in, when you only had one special person in mind. The thought of Yamcha briefly crossed his mind; he thought of the way they hid their relationship, and the hardships they had to deal with to keep it hidden. They both pretended it was okay, but it wasn't. It was almost painful to hide their love.

"Please forgive me, Prince Frieza!" the prince snapped out of his thoughts and watched as Frost knelt down on one knee, the guilty expression still evident on his face. "I didn't mean to lead you on in any way, or hide any of this from you....I hope this doesn't offend you. And if it does, then I apologize for that as well." The noble's figure was tense, and he kept a nervous gaze on the floor beneath him, as if he was expecting some form of punishment.

But the last thing Frieza would do was punish this man for being in love.

"Be at ease, Lord Frost." the prince replied with a gentle smile, stepping forward and placing a hand on Frost's shoulder. The blue ice-jin blinked, slowly looking up at the prince in uncertainty. However he relaxed as Frieza pulled him off the ground. "I won't, and never will punish you for loving someone else. I have always been in the opinion that people should get to be with whom ever they wish, no matter who they are. As a matter of fact, I understand your feelings all too well....I too fancy another man."

"What? You do?" the noble asked curiously, and Frieza nodded. "Indeed. He's....our stable boy, actually. But my Yamcha is an incredible kind and respectful man. I couldn't be more happy to have him in my life." the prince stated. Frost smiled for a moment before a puzzled expression spread across his face. "Wait, if that's the case....why was I summoned here then?" he asked. Frieza released a small sigh, looking down at the ground. "Yes, I....I apologize for that. But I've been keeping this relationship I share with Yamcha a secret from my father. And as such, he believes I'm still single, which causes him to invite possible suitors from time to time." the white ice-jin explained. Frost's eyes widened, looking shocked upon hearing this information.

"Really? But, doesn't that bother you....or even bother your partner...?" he asked. A frown painted Frieza's lips upon hearing this question, and he took a moment to rub at his face before nodding. "Yes....you have no idea how many of these bastards try so desperately to gain my good graces. Honestly, I've never met a longer string of suck-ups in my entire life. And I'm afraid I even had the same expectations from you...."

"Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turns, but if this makes you so miserable, why not tell King Cold of this Yamcha? I'm sure the invitations would stop right away afterwards." Frost asked with a slightly tilted head. Now it was Frieza's turn to clench his fists tightly, unable to move his gaze from the floor. "I....I want to. But I can't. Yamcha isn't royalty or of any nobility....he's a commoner. If my father knew this was the sort of man I desired, I don't believe he'd approve of us in the slightest." he stated. "How do you know? Has he ever shown such disapproval of commoners before?" the noble asked curiously. "....no, he hasn't. But still, I-"

"Then it wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

Frieza paused finally looking to Frost, who was smiling at him. A kind, reassuring smile. "Hit is a commoner as well, and it too concerned me of what others would think because of that. But I didn't want anyone else to believe I was alone. So, the day Hit and I decided to be together, I didn't hesitate to tell my own father about it. To my surprise, he accepted our relationship with open arms. As I mentioned before, the only reason he made me come see you today was because he didn't wish to offend you." The blue ice-jin stepped forward until he took Frieza's hands into his own.

"I understand your fear. You fear King Cold would somehow push you and Yamcha apart, yes? Keep you separated if you told the truth? But take it from me, from one friend to another, you'll both only become more miserable if you try to hide this for any longer. And I have always heard that King Cold is very kind to his subjects, commoners or nobles. It's possible he'll surprise you with his reaction." Frost explained. Frieza stared at the noble, taking his words to heart as they dug into his mind. He was right....no good would come from hiding this any longer. In fact, the longer he kept it a secret, the most disasterous the consequences could become. But still....on the very off chance King Cold didn't approve, and forced Yamcha away from him somehow....the thought alone made his stomach turn.

"Frost....I-"

*CRASH*

The loud sound of shattering glass echoed down the hallway, causing both ice-jin to perk up. "What was that?" Frost asked. Frieza took a step forward, eyes narrowing. "It's most likely it came from the kitchen. Come, let's investigate." the noble nodded and followed the prince down the hallway in a hurry. As they got closer and closer, there were more loud thuds and crashes coming from the direction, causing the pair to move even quicker. "What in the world is going on?! Could it be an intruder?" Frieza thought. It wasn't long till they approached the kitchen entrance; almost as if on cue, a famliar human went flying out of the room and crashed against the stone wall, crying out in pain. The prince's eyes widened as concern quickly overtook him.

"Yamcha!" he called out. He rushed over to the human's side and knelt down, placing a hand on his shoulder. A few bruises peeked out from underneath his shirt, as well as one obvious one on his cheek. He wiped the some blood off his chin with the back of his hand before glancing at Frieza with a small smile. "Heh, hey Frieza. Good thing you showed up." he said with a chuckle. "This is hardly the time to act funny! What has happened here?!" the prince demanded.

"I'll tell you what's happened," Frieza looked back to the entrance, seeing Cooler giving the human a death glare, "while I was disciplining a servant, this *bastard* had the audacity to strike me across the face! And now he's receiving the punishment he deserves!" the purple ice-jin stated. Yamcha sent him a sharp glare, struggling to get back onto his feet. "That's only because you were going to hit a child! And for what?! Dropping a few plates?! I couldn't just let you do that to him!" he stated fiercely. Frieza looked at Yamcha in surprise. Not because of his actions; of course it'd only be natural for him to protect the innocent, especially a child. What surprised him was how *angry* he looked; his glare held the utmost amount of hate, and he bared his teeth fiercely, almost taking the appearance of a vicious wolf.

"Silence! You should know your place, you filthy peasant!" Cooler snapped. He raised a hand and opened his palm, charging a ki blast. Frieza immediately snarled, standing in front of Yamcha protectively. He'll be damned if he let this spoiled prick harm his beloved human any more, whether he's his brother of not. "Frieza...." Yamcha murmured, looking at the prince in surprise. Cooler merely narrowed his eyes.

"Get out of the way, brother....or I won't hesitate to shoot you."

"I'd like to see you try." Frieza stated. The purple ice-jin seemed prepared to go through with his word, charging the ki blast even more. Yamcha's eyes widened, and he was about to move block the attack from hitting the white ice-jin - but suddenly something struck the older prince's leg, *hard*. Cooler cried out in pain, causing him to accidentally release the ki blast onto the ground. Below him, Dende dropped the frying pan he had used to hit Cooler and ran between his legs, pausing only to glare at the older prince.

"Stop it already! You can't hurt Yamcha like this! He didn't do anything wrong!" he stated with teary eyes. The purple ice-jin growled, those sharp red eyes now glaring daggers at the young Namekian. "Why you little *pest*!" he snarled. His tail lunged forward, about to wrap around Dende's neck; but to his shock, Frost leaped forward and blocked him with his own tail. Before Cooler could act again, Frost grabbed the child and jumped back, giving Yamcha the room to step in and swing his face across Cooler's face.

The punch collided hard, causing Cooler to grunt and stumble back a bit. While he was stunned, Frieza took his turn and swung his long tail with a loud cry, sending Cooler flying down the hallway. With the purple ice-jin finally out of sight, Frieza turned to look at the other three. "All of you, stay here. I'll deal with him." he stated. With that said, Frieza bolted down the hallway and out of sight. "Whoa- Frieza wait! Hold on!" Yamcha called out. But the two brothers were already going at it, the loud crashes up ahead as the only evidence of their brawl. "This is bad....we gotta stop them! Cooler could really hurt Prince Frieza!" Dende stated. "Where is King Cold? Surely he can put a stop to this?" Frost said.

"I don't know where he is. We'll have to deal with this ourselves." Yamcha stated.

The three of them didn't hesitate to rush down the hallway, following the cracks and dents in the stone walls. It wasn't long till they reached another room entrance, the throne room, and ran inside. Right in the center, both brothers were pushing each other back, giving each other fierce glares.

"What has gotten into you....why in the world would you think it's okay to harm a child?! Or any of the servants for that matter!" Frieza growled, shoving back the older ice-jin. Cooler's eyes narrowed, fists clenched tightly. "And why should it matter how I treat them?! They're nothing but peasants! Commoners! They are below us!" he stated. "Commoners or not, they are still people! People who's lives still matter! To treat them as if they're simply tools or possessions isn't right, and you know it!" the white ice-jin stated. The older prince blinked before a chuckle escaped his lips, only further confusing Frieza.

"Of course *you'd* say that....considering your biased opiniong with the stable boy."

THAT made Frieza snarl.

"You hold your tongue when speaking about that 'stable boy', as he's leagues above in you many ways." he stated. "Yes, except in royal blood," Cooler folded his arms across his chest, his smirk only widening, "honestly, just what is your end goal here? Keep your pathetic relationship a secret till Father passes on? Surely you realize you will gain nothing from staying with that human. You're better off accepting one of these suitors Father keeps inviting. At least then they can offer you something in exchange for your hand in marriage-"

"I DO NOT NEED SUCH BRIBERY!" the prince snapped. Cooler went silent, looking at his younger brother in surprise. Yamcha, Frost, and Dende silently watched the scene in shock, also surprised by Frieza's words. Little did any of them realize someone else watched the scene from behind them, silently watching everything his son said....

"I don't need their money, or power, or flattery! I don't need to have some good for nothing suck up as my partner! Yamcha is all I want, and he's all I need! He treats me with kindness and respect! And more than that, he sees me as more than just a prince....he sees and loves me for *who* I am! Not *what* I am! I could never ask for a more loyal partner than him! So why should I even bother to look at anyone else in the same light....when he's the only man I'll ever love." The purple ice-jin watched in amazement, listening to his brother's passionate words. Unfortunately, he only felt disgust towards such petty emotions, causing him to shake his head.

"Love? Please, you don't seriously believe in such a fairytale, do you?"

"Yes, I do," Frieza placed a hand over his chest, where he heart was, and gave Cooler the most serious expression he's ever bore, "I love Yamcha. And nothing is going to change that!"

"Frieza...." Yamcha murmured, a smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but be touched by the prince's words; he's never claimed his love so openly before. Even if it was just Cooler here to witness his speech, it still meant the world to him. It showed Frieza wasn't afraid to state how he feels. Who knows, maybe he'd finally gain the courage to say so to King Cold. Frost and Dende smiled, having too been touched by the prince's words.

"....this is how you truly feel?"

The deep voice startled everyone. Cooler and Frieza immediately looked to the throne room entrance, while Yamcha and the other whirled around to face the stranger behind them....seeing it was none other than King Cold towering over them.

Dende gasped, his eyes widening. "K-K-King Cold...." he murmured quietly. The king remained silent, arms folded over his large chest and staring down at the three before him. Yamcha blinked, nervously taking a step back. "Y-Your highness, uh, how long were you standing there...?" the human was shocked he didn't notice the king's presence much sooner. "Long enough." King Cold replied simply. A neutral expression spread across his face, and his gaze moved right to Frieza, who remained frozen stiff as his eyes widened. "H-He was there the whole time....he heard everything...." the prince thought nervously. Cooler merely smirked, watching the scene in satisfaction, as he felt certain their father would straighten out his brother's embarrassing behavior.

King Cold took a step forward, causing Frost, Dende, and Yamcha to immediately step back so he could get through. All eyes were on the king as he slowly walked to the middle of the room, his large footsteps echoing in the throne room before he finally paused a few feet away from his youngest son. Frieza wanted to look away, but found he was too nervous to move. Too nervous to even speak. What could he even say now...the truth was out. There was no trying to deny it now...

"....Frieza. Is everything you said true?"

The king's tone was surprisingly calm, lacking any kind of aggression. Even so, it wasn't enough to ease Frieza in the slightest. For a brief moment he thought about denying the truth....but he thought back to Frost's advice, and recollected his feelings for the human. He couldn't lie anymore....he couldn't deny how he felt. The secrets needed to stop, and they had to stop now! Frieza took a deep breath and looked up at his father, giving a firm but determined look.

"Yes. Yamcha is the one I love. And always will. I'm sorry if....he's not up to your standards. But I can't change how I feel. So I will state it now; Yamcha is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." the white ice-jin stated.

His heart pounded against his chest as he spoke, and he couldn't stop his hands from trembling. But soon, the warmth of another hand holding his own caught him off guard, and he looked to Yamcha, who stood by his side and gave the king a similar determined look like he just did. "It's true, your highness. Frieza and I love each other. I know I'm just a commoner....but that doesn't mean I love your son any less! And I swear, all I want is to be with him. To protect him, and share a life together. No matter what happens, my love for him won't change!" Yamcha stated. Frieza looked at the human in disbelief before a smile spread across his face, and he had to blink away tears.

"Yamcha...." he murmured. The human looked back at his lover, and gave him a loving smile. And for a brief moment, he was once again trapped in those mesmerizing eyes of his....

"I see...." The pair looked back at the king, holding their hands even tighter than before. Cooler only chuckled as he watched with anticipation, hoping beyond hope King Cold would lose his temper, scold the two fools, and fire Yamcha on the spot. However....that didn't happen.

Instead, a wide, cheerful smile spread across King Cold's face, and he gave a harty laugh of joy.

"HAHAHAHA! My goodness, Frieza, why didn't you tell me sooner?!" he said ecstatically. Yamcha and Frieza blinked, briefly glancing at each other in surprise. They both stumbled forward as King Cold patted them both on the back with his large hands, his tail practically wagging behind him. "This is wonderful news! My precious son has finally found true love! And you couldn't have picked a more splendid man for a partner! I'm truly happy for the both of you! This calls for a celebration! Perhaps we shall have a special dinner tonight!" he stated, practically shouting in excitement. A wide smile spread across Yamcha's face, looking at the king gratefully. "Seriously? Your highness, that's....thank you! We're pleased that you support our relationship-"

"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" Everyone looked to Cooler, his purple face starting to turn red with rage. He whipped his tail onto the ground before glaring at the king. "Father, tell me your not serious! You'd allow this- this- *peasant* marry into our wealth and power?! He's just a stable boy! He shouldn't even have the privilege to be in this castle, or even raise from his place in the dirt-"

"That is enough, Cooler." King Cold's tone immediately changed from joyful to low and threatening, causing Cooler to freeze in place. The king placed his hands behind his back, eyes narrowing in anger. "How many times have I told you- a commoner's status doesn't lower the value of their lives. They are people, just like you and me! It doesn't matter if their the most royal of nobles or a servant; you treat anyone and everyone with the same amount of respect you would want. I had thought I got that lesson through your heard; obviously that doesn't seem to be the case, if you were willing to attack Yamcha here, and even go as far as to attempt to attack poor Dende." he stated. Cooler flinched. So King Cold really had heard everything....

"B-But father, I-"

"I don't want to hear another word from you! Zarbon," the guard quickly entered the room, giving a small bow, "please escort Prince Cooler here to the dungeon. I think he needs some time to think long and hard about what he's done." Cooler's eyes widened. "What?! Father, you wouldn't-" he wasn't given the choice as Zarbon placed a hand on the older prince's shoulder and guided him out of the room. "No! Stop this! Unhand me! You cannot treat me like this! You damn BASTARD!!" Cooler shouted as he left, but Frost closed the door behind him with a small satisfied smirk.

"Good riddance..." he murmured.

King Cold released a long sigh, and returned his attention to Frieza and Yamcha. "I truly apologize, you two. Cooler should never have acted in such a way. I will make sure he learns his lesson." he stated. Yamcha just gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's okay, really. I'm just glad everything managed to work out. Right Frieza?" the human said. He looked to his lover beside him, surprised to see an uneasy expression on Frieza's face. He looked confused....perhaps conflicted? Either way, he didn't look exactly happy. "Frieza? You okay?" he asked. King Cold looked down at his son, raising a brow.

"Is something the matter, my son?" he asked. "....no. I just....I suppose I'm having a hard time believing you. Father....you truly meant what you said? You support my relationship with Yamcha? Even if he's not of nobility...?" Frieza glanced up at his father, his expression still nervous. King Cold wore a wide smile, kneeling down so he was on better level with the young prince.

"Frieza....is that why you kept this from me? Were you truly that concerned with my approval?" he asked gently. A guilty expression spread across Frieza's face, and he gave a small nod. The king reached out and placed a hand on Frieza's shoulder. "My son, whom you love doesn't matter to me. No matter what their race or status. The only thing that matters to me is that they are a good person, and that you truly love them. Otherwise, all that matters to me is your happiness. And if this human makes you feel this strongly," he paused to briefly glance at Yamcha with a smile before looking back at the white ice-jin, "then of course I will support you."

"Father...." Frieza briefly looked away as a couple small tears streamed down his cheeks, "I'm sorry. I....I should've told you sooner..."

"Don't apologize. If anything, I apologize. I should've realized there was a reason you lacked interest in any of the suitors I invited, and asked you why- oh my goodness!" the king quickly looked to Frost, giving an apologetic expression. "Lord Frost, I am terribly sorry....I invited you all this way, and yet I'm afraid that-" Frost quickly shook his head with a small smile. "It's alright, really. The truth is, there is someone else who catches my eye as well. So there's nothing to fear." he replied. King Cold smiled and nodded, looking back at his son. Frieza quickly wiped away the few tears that streamed down his cheeks before he looked up at his father with a grateful smile. He couldn't be happier; it was a huge relief to know his father truly supported him.

"Thank you, Father." he finally said. King Cold nodded. Yamcha's smile widened, and he approached his lover happily. The king took a moment to stand up and step back, allowing the two to have their moment. "You see? I told you there was nothing to worry about." Yamcha replied, taking Frieza's hands into his own. The prince smiled, looking up at his human happily. "I suppose you were right. I apologize....I should've told him sooner, I-"

Yamcha silenced him with a loving kiss, gently cupping his cheek with a warm hand. Frieza kissed back happily, wrapping his arms around Yamcha's neck and pulling him closer.

Both of them couldn't be happier to finally have their happily, ever after.

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"Damn it all...."

The white ice-jin tossed and turned, desperately trying to settle on a position that provided even the slightest bit of comfort. He kept his comforter snug against him, despite how blazing hot his entire body felt. The only thing he vaguely enjoyed at the moment was the complete darkness that took over his room; the bedroom door was shut and locked, the lights were shut off, and the curtains covered the windows completely. But even the darkness just reminded him he was alone, and though he'd never admit it, he hated it. Especially when for some damn reason, he couldn't get a certain someone off his mind, making his condition that much more miserable....

"You filthy, wretched cockroach...." he hissed bitterly under his breath.

* * * *

"Really? Dodgeball? Again?" Cell asked, arms folded across his chest. He and the other MCU's were gathered at the main gym for one of their usual "bonding" activities. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but he definitely didn't expect a repeat. "Ya, vat is right! Ve figured vat since you all enjoyed it so much last time, it'd be fun to do it once more!" Mez stated with a smile, nervously chuckling afterwards.

"....you're just running out of ideas, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Oh well, let's play VOLGERBALL!" Goz replied excitedly. (I have never written anyone in a German accent before, so if it doesn't look right, I apologize in advance).

The android merely shrugged. Honestly, he didn't care that much. Besides, it not as if he disliked this game. It was actually quite entertaining last time, going against Frieza. A small smirk appeared on his face at the memory, and he waited for him and the white ice-jin to be called up for team captains. However, to his surprise, Mez called on Zarbon and Dodoria to be team captains. He glanced around the group, realizing that Frieza was actually absent from the group, nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did he go?

"Don't tell me that bastard is trying to get out of these stupid activities while the rest of us are forced to do them." Cell thought in irritation, eyes narrowing. He waited for Mez and Goz to notice, thinking they'd eventually notice and force the former emperor to come out here. But before he knew it, Zarbon and Dodoria had selected their teams and the game went underway. Surprisingly though, Cell found himself not having nearly as much fun without the white ice-jin there to motivate him, even if it was through anger. Where was Frieza...?

* * * *

The game actually resulted in a tie, however it still proved to be rather painful....Cell was almost certain his arm was dislocated, and it didn't look like poor Zarbon would have any chance of having children (R.I.P his balls). However, once the game was over, everyone returned to the center of the main street, with Mez and Goz returning to their house. Once they were out of earshot, the android turned to face the others, hands on his perfect hips and a deep frown painted on his face.

"Okay, where the hell was he?" Raditz was the first to react, only blinking in surprise.

"Huh? Where was who?" he asked. "Seriously? There's no way I wasn't the only one who noticed the absence of a certain annoying ice-jin around here!" Cell stated. To his surprise, everyone seemed to stiffen before quickly looking away, suddenly looking uncomfortable. The android blinked. What kind of reaction was that? "I'm sorry, am I missing something here? I mean, not even the orgres bothered to mention he was gone! And no one here is curious as to why Frieza was a no show?" Cell added, raising a brow.

"Uh, well, maybe he just overslept or something." Guldo replied with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I mean, nuthin' gets him tucker'd out like being emperor of the u'iverse." Jeice quickly added, speaking a little too enthustiastically. Cell narrowed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. Now this was starting to feel suspicious. Even if these were Frieza's men, they were being a little *too* quick to speak for him. It's as if they're trying to hide something, or avoid a specific topic. "Uh huh, is there something you're not telling me-"

"Recoome just remembered! We have the newest Jeepers Creepers film to view! I believe we should take a look at it!" Recoome said excitedly. "Ah, yesss, great idea! Let'sss sssee if it'sss as bad as they sssay it isss!" Burter stated. With that said, he and other Ginyus bolted towards their house, leaving nothing behind but a puff of smoke. Cell blinked, annoyed that he question was purposely dodged before he looked to Zarbon and Dodoria. "Okay, well, you two live with the punk, you have any idea what's going on-"

"You know, I think we'll join the Ginyu's. We have our own business to attend to." Zarbon replied, with Dodoria nodding in agreement. "....and you'd rather do it at the Ginyus place than at your own house?"

"...." there was no response as the pair quickly followed the Ginyus back to their house, unable to respond. The android ever so slowly turned his head towards Raditz, who was deathly silent and had a bead of sweat streaming down the side of his face. "....out of everyone here, you're the one that's actually straight with me. Clearly, I'm being kept in the dark about something, and no one will tell me. You wanna enlighten me....friend?" Cell's tone made it clear there was no getting out of this.

"...*sigh* Okay, look," Raditz finally said after a tense moment of silence, "I shouldn't really say *exactly* what's happening. It's kinda a weird topic for everyone down here. But, I'll just say this....Frieza is dealing with something he deals with every year. And you definitely wanna leave him alone during this time. That's why he didn't show up today. But he'll be back to normal in a few days. So just leave him be, kay?" the saiyan explained. "I-I don't, something he deals with yearly....just what are you talking about?!" This hardly explained anything to the android! If anything, it just made him more curious than ever! "Trust me, just forget about it." Raditz stating, patting Cell's back before walking back to their own house.

"What?! What just- I don't- I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!!"

* * * *

A few hours had passed since that coversation, and it was roughly late afternoon/early evening. Cell tried to follow Raditz's advice, and ignore what was going on with the ice-jin. But for the past hour, all he could do was stare at Frieza's house. All the curtains were drawn, covering up all the windows. And Zarbon and Dodoria didn't even try to return home in hours; he started to wonder if they were actually staying with the Ginyu's during this "yearly issue" Frieza had. But what the hell could be so bad that they wouldn't want to return to their own house?! Was Frieza just being selfish and keeping them out? That certainly sounded like something he'd do.

"Ugh, why do I care what he'd doing anyway? If anything, I should be grateful I didn't have to see his stupid face today. I don't need to hear that annoying, mocking tone in his voice. Or deal with that irritating tail tripping me all the time. Or see those piercing...red eyes of his glare at me...." Cell blinked at that last part. That was....odd. Since when did he think like that? I mean, it's not like it was an inaccurate statement. His eyes were strangely intimidating....but also, kinda intense, in a good way. It contrasted well with the smooth, white skin, and the shining purple bio-gems. His black lips especially emphasized how they stood out....

"What the hell am I thinking?!" Cell suddenly snapped out loud, giving his face a firm slap.

He suddenly growled, glaring at the house. "To hell with this, I don't care what everyone else says; I'm not letting that bastard hide from me so easily!" he stated. No one was around to stop him anyway, so he marched right towards the front door and knocked on it. "Frieza! I know you're in there! Get out here!" the android demanded. There wasn't an immediate answer, much to Cell's surprise, but he could've sworn he heard a low groan coming from his bedroom window. He decided to walk towards the source of the sound, hands on his hips.

"What's going on?! Why didn't you show up for the MCU activity?! Hell, why haven't you bothered to leave damn house today?!" he called out. There was another groan from inside, but it quickly shifted into a hiss. "You wretched cockroach, get the hell away from me! I don't need to deal with you right now!" Frieza snapped from inside. Despite how the ice-jin tried to sound intimidating, Cell noticed how his tone sounded....strained? Almost like he struggled to speak. It slowly calmed Cell's own anger, and he tried to speak a little more collectively. "And why is that? Everyone says you're dealing with....something. But no one will tell me what it is! You wanna fill me in?"

"It's none of your damn business!! Now leave me alone! NOW!" Frieza shouted. The android sighed, rolling his eyes. He should've figured Frieza wouldn't tell him what's going on. He wasn't going to get anywhere like this. "Fine, then you can just stay in there and-" he immediately paused when he heard pained sound from inside, followed by a small whimper. Concern took over the android's mind quicker than he could comprehend.

"Frieza....you alright in there?" Cell asked more cautiously, leaning closer to the window so he could hear better. "Grrgh, I-I'm fine! Just....leave already! Go away...." Frieza's watery tone died in another whimper, causing the android's heart to swell. This wasn't normal....something was *wrong*. The former emperor sounded like he was in pain, but from what? There weren't any illnesses you could really catch in HFIL, and while you could technically get injured, their bodies usually just bounced back like it was nothing. So what could be hurting the white ice-jin? Cell perked up upon noticing a part of the curtain that didn't cover the window, revealing a small corner of the window. He hesitated, wondering if it was really the right thing to peek inside. But upon hearing another louder, much more alarming whine of pain, the android was drawn to the window like a magnet.

He knelt down and peeked through the window carefully. It was difficult to see anything in the dark room, but he could barely make out the shape of Frieza's figure on his bed, curled up in a ball. His back was turned to him, and he trembled violently. The android opened his mouth to speak once more, but went silent when Frieza finally turned over to face him....

Seeing small tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Frieza...." Cell immediately went back to the front door, about to swing it open, but then strong arms wrapped under his own and pulled him away. "What the- hey! Let me go!" the android snapped, trying to pull away from Recoome's strong grip. But he realized from this position he couldn't pull away, and he had no choice but to leave the miserable ice-jin behind as he was dragged to the main center of the street. The other MCU's were gathered there, watching as the two approached them.

"Okay,I've just about had enough," Cell finally managed to shove Recoome off and glared at the others around him, "I don't care who does it, but *someone* better tell me what the here is going on! Because so far, what it looks like to me is that Frieza is in pain from who knows what, and you're all ignoring him! I can't be the only one who thinks that fucked up!" he stated. "Okay okay, we'll explain. Just calm down, mate." Jeice said in a nervous tone. The android narrowed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. "Good. Then start talking." he demanded. Cell wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Even if Frieza was a jerk, these were his most loyal men! And they were all purposely turning a blind eye to the obvious pain he was in! The situation made his itch crawl, especially when it seemed so far out of character for these guys, especially the Ginyus.

"It's not like we're trying to ignore him! Trust us, we know he's in pain, and we wanna help him. But it's....more complicated than that." Dodoria said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Complicated how?" Cell edged on. Raditz took a step forward, letting out a sigh before looking the android in the eye. "Okay, let's start with this; how much do you know about ice-jins?"

"....honestly, less than I should, considering I'm part ice-jin. But why does that matter?" Cell asked. The saiyan nodded. "Well, something you should know about ice-jins is, well, there's a special condition they deal with every year....their mating season." he explained. The words "mating season" made the android blink. "What? But, I thought they reproduce asexually?" he replied. "Technically, they can. But apparently they can alssso produce the more 'traditional' way. Sssomething, sssomething, it helpsss increassse their population." Burter explained. Cell placed a hand on his chin, thinking over this information carefully.

"Alright, so I assume you're suggesting that mating season is happening now. Which would mean Frieza is....ohhhhhhh."

"Aaand now he gets it." Raditz announced.

The realization made Cell blush a bright shade of red. That....made so much more sense. That would explain why everyone was uncomfortable talking about it. That explains why Zarbon and Dodoria stay out of their own house. That would explain why no one can help him. Holy shit....

"I-I, uh....I apologize. Here I had assumed you were all personally neglecting him." he admited, looking away in embarrassment. "It's fine, really. Admittedly, the situation looked odd, and we could've just told you from the beginning. We just....didn't know how." Zarbon replied. "But I didn't realize their mating season would be....painful, for them." the android replied. Sure, if someone was in heat, of course they'd be extremely horny; but he didn't realize it could also be painful, no matter what the species. "That's only if they....well, you know, don't do it. And you know, Frieza being Frieza, of course he wouldn't want anyone else near him during this time. Especially since he....well, I think he's a virgin." Jeice said, looking up at the sky as he collected his thoughts.

"WHAT?! No fucking way!" Cell stated.

"Don't know for sure. It was just the rumor that went around when we were still alive." Guldo quickly added. "Okay, but, there's nothing else Frieza can do? There's not medication or something for this?" Cell asked. "Nope. Pretty much his only choices are to either fuck or deal with it." Raditz said bluntly.

"SOMEBODY TAP THAT ASS!!" Guru shouted from the garage.

"SHUT UP, GURU!!" Cell snapped. The android let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He honestly felt....bothered. He didn't like the idea of Frieza dealing with this whole thing by himself, having to put up with what sounded like immense pain. He imagined it was a very miserable experience, maybe even lonely. No one deserved that, not even Frieza. "....how long does this last?" Cell asked. "A few days. It sucks, and we try to offer him any kind of help, even if its just making him meals or something. But he refuses to let anyone near him during this time." Raditz explained with a sigh. "Recoome becomes quite concerned with Lord Frieza during this time. We all do; we feel helpless. But there's only so much we can do for him when he pushes us away." Recoome said sadly, looking to the ground. "Well, even if Frieza allowed one of us to....you know, wouldn't that end up with....a complication? I might not know a lot about ice-jins, but I know their hermaphrodites, and they can bare children. Although, I thought it was only asexually...." Cell replied. "That wouldn't work. No one can get pregnant in HFIL. Kinda defeats the purpose if two dead people create new life." Jeice stated.

"So evening knowing that, he won't let anyone near him?" the android said. Everyone just nodded silently. Cell released a sigh, looking away. His arms dropped to his sides, clenching his hands into fists. He felt surprisingly....frustrated. This whole thing shouldn't bother him as much as it did, but he couldn't help it. All he heard was that Frieza was in pain, and he wouldn't allow anyone to do the one thing that'd make it go away. Hell, he wouldn't even let anyone support him during this time. Cell felt a strong urge to help the ice-jin somehow....but he couldn't, and that annoyed him. But what annoyed him even more was that he didn't understand *why* he wanted to help such a jerk in the first place....

"You're really wondering why you feel like that?" Raditz said, causing Cell to jump, feeling a little startled. "What the- don't tell me you can read minds?"

"No, but you were muttering under your breath." he replied. "You really haven't realized it yet?" Dodoria asked. "Realized what? I'm sorry, is something else being kept from me?" Cell asked, immediately irritated. "Honey, your only keeping this from yourself; you and Frieza like each other."

"....I'm sorry, what?"

"You're stupid, not deaf." Raditz said deadpanned. Cell's wings flared behind him, and he blushed brighter as he glared at the saiyan. "Excuse me, first of all, I am *not* stupid! Second of all, I do *not* like that annoying bitch! Third, even if for some crazy, ludicrous reason I *did* like him, I guarantee Frieza hates me guts!" the android stated, practically shouting, although he didn't sound entirely convinced as he spoke.

"First off, you are stupid." Jeice stated.

"Second, you do like him, you just won't admit it to anyone, not even yourself. Even though you constantly talk about him, and you two continue to speak to each other even after everything you've done." Dodoria added.

"And third, Frieza only hates you because he likes you. In fact, you're probably his first crush....well, ever." Guldo stated.

"....well shit," Cell actually sat down onto the hard cement of the sidewalk, his eyes widening as this strange epiphany struck him, "huh, I never thought out of anyone in the entire universe, it'd be Frieza I ended up liking." he said to himself. "I'm sssure he feelsss jussst as confusssed. Probably even disssgusssted with himssself." Burter replied with a shrug. Cell groaned as he rested his head in his hands, guilt suddenly overtaking him. "And just a few minutes ago, I was at his house, shouting at him for hiding like a coward...." he muttered. "Yes, Recoome does view this as a dick move." Recoome said bluntly.

"Hey! I never said I was perfect!"

"Says 'Mr.Perfect Cell." Raditz said with a smirk.

"....touche."

He sighed as he stood back up, hands folded over his chest once more. "Dammit....I know he wants to be alone. But I don't like the idea of him suffering all by himself. I just wish that....I could help him, somehow." Cell stated. "You wanting to bang him?" Dodordia asked with a mischievous smirk. "NO! That's not what I meant," Cell snapped, his face blushing brighter, "I just mean....fuck, I don't know. Maybe talk to him. Or make him food. Something, anything, so he doesn't feel....alone." he replied, his tone dipping into a sadder tone. He couldn't get rid of the image of Frieza's tears out of his mind....whether they were from pain or sadness didn't matter. He just knew he didn't like it. All the MCU's looked at each other. Somehow, they all had the same thought, and gave a simultaneous nod.

"....you're best bet is to talk to him later tonight." Cell blinked, looking up at the saiyan with a puzzled expression. "What?"

"Tonight we're having a bit of a movie marathon at the Ginyus. Everyone will be there, including the ogres. Although, Lord Frieza won't be there for....obvious reasons." Zarbon explained. "Right. That'll be your chance to go to Frieza's while the ogres are busy. Although leaving the house after curfew isn't allowed, so we'll try to keep them distracted for as long as we can." Raditz added. "We'll even let you borrow one of our ssscouters, and we'll let you know when to get the hell out of dodge." Burter stated. To prove he meant it, he took off the scouter he wore and tossed it to the android, who caught it before looking at everyone in shock.

"Seriously? You're all....willing to help me with this?"

"Out of everyone here, you're the one with the closest 'relationship' with him. Recoome believes that Lord Frieza will tolerate your presence compared to the rest of us." Recoome stated. "Yeah, besides, we're suckers for romance!" Guldo stated with a smile. Cell fought back the urge to roll his eyes, and instead looked at the scouter before smiling gratefully at everyone around him. "That's....nice of you guys. Thank you." he said genuinely. Raditz smiled, patting Cell's shoulder. "Hey, that's what friends do, right?" he said.

"Okay then, so we'll initiate our plan tonight! Operation 'Get Lord Frieza Laid' will be underway!" Jeice stated.

"Don't call it that! Nothing is going to happen!" Cell stated. "Suuuure, mate. I believe ya." the red alien replied with a wink.

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"Okay, you're sure the ogres are with you?" Cell asked, carefully stepping out of his house and glancing around the courtyard. The other MCU's had started their plan right away, having everyone, including the Ginyus gather at their house for that "movie marathon" party they mentioned. The only ones not present were Frieza and Cell. Right now, the white ice-jin was alone at his house, giving Cell the perfect chance to visit him, and hopefully help him however he can.

"Yep. They're already distracted by Dumb and Dumber 2. But I imagine in a few hours, they'll notice you're not here. So try to be quick....whatever you're gonna do." Raditz replied over the scouter, with a slightly suggestive tone.

"....I'm not going to have sex with him, so get your damn head out of the gutters!" Cell snapped. "Hey, your word, not mine. Anyway, I'll contact you when the ogres start getting suspicious. Over and out." Raditiz stated, his scouter clicking off. The android clicked off his own scouter as well, and crept towards Frieza's house as quietly as he could, despite how loud each of his damn footsteps was. Luckily, he made it to the front door undetected. He thought about climbing through the window, but that just sounded kinda creepy....the whole situation was kinda bizarre as it was. He raised a hand to knock on the door, but paused, wondering if Frieza was asleep. However, hearing a pained whimper from inside confirmed that wasn't likely the case.

The android released a sigh and knocked on the door, and he could hear the ice-jin gasp in surprise. "Frieza? You okay in there?" Cell asked. Frieza remained still upon hearing the android's voice, gripping onto his blankets tightly. Cell was here? Why? And at this time of night? "What do you want, you disgusting bug-man?!" the ice-jin snapped from his room, wincing as pain washed over him for a few seconds.

"I came to talk to you....can I come inside?"

Frieza blinked, only becoming further confused. This was the first time the android even bothered coming to his house, not including earlier today. And unlike before, it didn't sound like he was upset about anything. In fact, his tone seemed surprisingly....concerned. "....why do you want to come in?" Frieza asked cautiously. He heard a sigh from outside before Cell spoke once more. "Look, Frieza I....I know about your current 'condition' right now." Frieza's eyes widened, and he found himself curling into an even tighter ball. God dammit, *he* knew?! In the back of his mind, he knew it was inevitable, he would've found out at some point. But not this soon....

"I'm not here to try anything, or make fun of you, or anything like that. Just....let me come inside, so we can talk. I won't even go in your room, I swear." Cell explained. Immediately, Frieza didn't trust this at all. Here was his nemesis, seeking him out while he was *alone*, knowing he was in heat. It sounded like a trap for sure. And yet he didn't sense any ill-intent in Cell's words. In fact, they were surprisingly kind, and genuine. Though the back of his head told him not to allow this, he eventually let out a soft sigh.

"....fine. Come in. But if you step into my room, I'll make sure you die. Again." the ice-jin hissed. Unfortunately, his words were a complete bluff, as his heat made him utterly vulnerable. But he wouldn't let the android know that. Cell nodded, carefully opening the front door and stepping inside. Frieza remained deathly still as he heard the android lock the front door, and his footsteps went down the hallway and came closer to his room. Even in his dark bedroom, he could see the silhouette of the large bug man right outside his door. It made him feel incredibly tense, turning his head away to keep his gaze at the window.

"....are you alright in there, Frieza?" Cell's words were soft and gentle, something uncharacteristic of him to do. Despite his tone being meant to ease the former emperor, Frieza could only swallow as a nervous knot formed in his stomach. "I-I'm fine! Now what do you want with- gghhh!" he suddenly winced and whimpered in pain, clutching onto his abdomen. He's never felt more miserable in his entire life; his body was blistering hot, he could feel his cloaca aching with need, causing his thighs to be drenched, and these cramps continued to cause him pain. "I-I'm sorry, I know you're miserable right now....especially since you've been by yourself. Look, the moment I heard what was going on, and when I heard you earlier....I didn't want to leave you alone to suffer like this. So, I'm here now, so I can help you in any way I can." the android explained.

Frieza panted hard as he listned to Cell's words, feeling the pain briefly start to fade away. Immediately he growled and glared at the door. "Help me, you say?! You mean take advantage of the situation, you perverted barbarian-"

"That's *not* what I mean!" the ice-jin stopped mid-sentence, taken aback by how serious Cell sounded when he spoke. He listened as he heard him inhale and exhale, speaking in a calmer tone once more. "What I meant was that I could help care for you. Maybe make you some food, or just....I don't know, keep you company," the android mentally facepalmed, realizing just how awkward this was becoming, but he continued nonetheless, "I just can't imagine you want to be alone right now. So I'm here....for whatever you want." Frieza went silent for a moment, laying his head back down and turning over onto his side, clutching onto the blanket. He felt something strange in that moment....a strange need for company. Perhaps it was his heat taking over, but he soon realized the android was right....he didn't want to be alone.

He wanted comfort from the misery he was in, and reassurance that he'd be okay. The ice-jin felt disgusted with himself, not wanting to appear weak to himself, or anyone. He shouldn't yearn for these sorts of things! That's what the weak would always crave for, right? Then why....why did he want it so badly? And why did he want it from *him*?! This self-centered, arrogant bastard who's been a jerk to him ever since he arrived?! Why only now, did he want his attention? Frieza's eyes widened, realizing that....perhaps these feelings weren't all that sudden, but something he's always wanted from the android....and only now, did his most vulnerable time, that he wanted this....

"GRRRGH, SHUT UP!" Frieza found himself shouting, clutching onto his head. Cell flinched, taking a step away from the door.

"Do you take me for some fool?! I know that's not why you came here! Why would you care what happens to me, or how I feel?! What do you have to gain from all this?!" the ice-jin demanded. He felt tears well up in his eyes, but did his damnest to keep them from streaming down his cheeks. "You *hate* me! There's no way....you truly care about me! So why?! Tell me the *real* reason why you're here?! Tell me right NOW-"

"Because I like you, alright!" Cell finally admitted.

Those words made the ice-jin freeze in place, suddenly speechless. What....what did he just say? No, that- that can't be right. There's no way he just said....

"As strange as it might sound, I like you, okay? Maybe....maybe more than that." the android confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. Frieza remained still as shock clouded his mind. In that moment, he forgot everything else; he forgot about his heat, and his own conflicting thoughts, and just repeated those words in his mind, as if trying to convince himself he really did just hear them. He listened as he heard Cell lean against his door, sliding down and most likely sitting on the floor, considering the soft thud he heard. "I....I don't think I've ever hated you, Frieza. You've annoyed me, and pissed me off, sure. But weirdly enough, I....like being around you. When you're not being a total dick, you're actually an okay guy. Plus, I don't know, I kinda like how competitive you can get. And how smart you are...." Cell took a deep breath, leaning his head back against the door.

"I....it's hard for me to explain how I feel. I was barely alive, so I've never felt something like this before. I just know that....I like you. And I don't want to see you suffer by yourself. So, I want to be here for you. Whatever you want to do....I'll be right here."

"....y-you're lying. You have to be...."

"I've told you before, haven't I? I've literally *never* lied. And I'm still not lying." Cell stated.

Tears finally escaped from Frieza's eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Cell....actually liked him? Hearing that made him feel....happy. He felt happy. Cell was here, telling him he liked him, and that he would be there to support him. He wasn't alone anymore....

Frieza winced when another wave of pain washed over him, this time especially strong, and he couldn't hold back a loud whine of pain. Cell perked up, placing a hand on the door. "Frieza? Are you alright?" he asked, sounding a little alarmed. It took a moment for Frieza to respond, wiping away more tears that streamed down his cheeks and struggling to fight back against the agony. Eventually though, he found his voice and spoke up. "I-I....it won't s-stop. I-I just....I-I want it to s-stop." he whimpered, clenching his eyes shut. Cell stood up, prepared to do something, anything, to ease the ice-jin's suffering. "Okay, uh, what can I do? Would food help at all? Or do you have anything you can take? Like Advil, or aspirin?" he asked.

"N-No....it's too strong for any of that to be beneficial." Frieza replied, slowly regaining control over his voice. "Dammit, well....there's gotta be something that can help make you feel better. Even if it's just a little bit." Cell stated. The ice-jin knew exactly what would help him....but he hesitated to say what it was. The idea made him nervous, scared even. And he had no idea if Cell would even want to do something like that anyway. But he couldn't take this anymore....for years, he's dealt with this miserable heat. And he couldn't deal with it anymore. For once, he wanted to feel relief. Besides, he found himself wanting the android's presence more and more....

"....Cell."

The android went still, carefully listening to the ice-jin's words. He heard a shaky sigh from the other side of he door before he continued to speak. "I....I *need* you. Please...." he could barely get the words past his lips. But even so, Cell heard them clear as day from the other side, making his eyes widen in shock. He knew exactly what Frieza was implying, and it made him nervous. What he was asking for was something huge, and Cell didn't want to make the ice-jin do anything he'd regret later. But he also knew Frieza was a prideful man; meaning it was taking a lot for him to ask for such a thing. If he was really saying it, then maybe he meant it....

"....Frieza, are you sure? You know what you're asking for right-"

"Y-Yes, I know....but I need this. And if....if I was to do this with anyone....I-I want it to be you...."

There was a moment of silence, and Frieza held his breath as he waited for Cell's reply. When there wasn't an immediate answer, he began to dread if he went too far, and wondered if he just gave the android the motivation to leave. But he briefly felt relieved when he heard the android finally speak. "....okay. Then can I come inside?" he asked gently. Frieza hesitated, pulling the blanket over his shoulder and covering his body before he replied. "Y-Yes, you may." he murmured. The ice-jin laid still, watching from the corner of his eye that the bedroom door slowly opened, then closed once more. Frieza couldn't help swallowing nervously as he heard Cell's footsteps come closer and closer to the bed, and he felt his weight on the other side of the mattress. The ice-jin had his back turned to the android, and even if he was the one to ask him to enter, he felt too scared to look at him.

"Frieza?" Cell said. He slowly reached out and placed a hand on Frieza's shoulder, causing the ice-jin to stiffen under his touch. "I-I apologize, I just....I don't know how to....start." the former emperor said slowly, unsure of how else to explain himself. Cell nodded understandingly, gently rubbing Frieza's shoulder before he spoke. "Well, we could start....with taking this off," the android replied, grabbing the blanket between his fingers, "may I?" Frieza blushed, only able to give a small nod. He shut his eyes as Cell peeled the blanket off his body, and for a moment his blazing hot skin was greeted with the cool air in the room. But now he felt especially exposed, knowing that the android could see everything....including his member that throbbed with need, and the wetness between his legs. It was embarrassing.

He expected Cell to make some sort of comment about it, but was surprised when instead he also laid on his side, and carefully wrapped an arm around his waist from behind. The android's touch had an immediate effect, his cool armor relieving some of the heat from his burning skin. Frieza only hesitated for a moment before leaning into the android's touch, panting softly as he tried to relax. However he tensed and trembled when Cell's hand moved to his chest, massaging and caressing him with care. "Are you scared, Frieza?" Cell asked gently. The ice-jin didn't answer right away, his instincts telling him to not appear anymore vulnerable than he already was. But to his surprise, he found himself answering honestly....

"....yes." he murmured.

The android nodded, moving his head down to kiss the top of Frieza's head. "Just try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you." his statement was firm, but there was a gentleness to it too. It helped the nervous ice-jin relax a little, closing his red eyes and focusing on the hand caressing his chest. That same hand slowly moved down, beginning to rub his stomach and hip as well. Distracted by the android's gentle touches, he flinched when he felt lips against the back of his neck, only to relax as Cell continued to softly kiss the sensitive skin.

In the back of his mind, Frieza was in disbelief any of this happening. Allowing this android to even speak to him during this mating season, much less allow him to touch him like this. It was bizarre how things changed so quickly, especially from whom he use to consider his nemesis. Frieza shivered when Cell's hand moved lower, pausing at his abdomen, just above his crotch area. He barely heard Cell ask him if he could continue, his mind clouded with nervous thoughts and arousal. Though he hesitated, the ice-jin nodded, spreading his legs just far enough to allow the android to touch him. A sharp escaped him as he felt Cell's hand wrap around his member, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He continued to try and keep silent as the android pumped his hand up and down, stroking the sensitive organ, causing bolts of pleasure to go up Frieza's spine.

Cell studied his partner as he touched him, watching him carefully to make sure he was doing this right. The pleasured look on Frieza's face told him he was doing something right, so he increased his pace a little. He felt a bit guilty admitting to himself that it was kinda a hot scene to view; seeing the former emperor tremble and shiver from his touch, the blushed look on his pale face, and now he was gripping at the bedsheets with one hand. Soon though, he released his hold on his member and traveled his hand lower, tracing the rim of Frieza's entrance. THAT got a reaction out of him, a his eyes snapping open and a moan escaping his lips.

"So *that's* where he's most sensitive...." Cell thought. It seemed to make sense, considering the slick he felt that not only drenched his cloaca, but down his thighs. No wonder he's been miserable if he's felt like this for Kami knows how long. The android pushed a finger inside, surprised by how tight he felt, and carefully swirled it around. Frieza's eyes squeezed shut once more, biting into the pillow he laid on to muffle another moan. Cell only played around with one finger before pushing a second one inside, watching as Frieza's long tail involuntarily flickered back and forth. Meanwhile, the ice-jin's head was swimming with so many things. The pleasure that drove him crazy, the intense emotions he felt, it was all blurring together into an overwhelming haze; he couldn't decide if he liked this feeling or not. But when he started to feel the android do a thrusting motion with his fingers, he whined loudly. He couldn't take this teasing anymore....he wanted him, and needed him now.

Cell seemed to realize what Frieza was thinking, so he pulled his fingers out and sat up a bit, pushing his partner down so that he was off his side and laying flat on his back. Frieza froze, staring up at the android as he crawled over him, his large shadow overlapping his own small figure. The ice-jin never realized just how intense Cell's eyes were, making him feel a little intimidated by the gaze he couldn't pull away from. The room was dark, with only the moonlight peeking out from the window providing the perfect illumination. Frieza found himself turning his head away shyly, finding himself unable to speak. Cell gave the the ice-jin a gentle smile, briefly petting his partner's cheek before moving both his hands to rest upon the ice-jin's knees, waiting for Frieza to give permission.

Another shaky breath escaped the ice-jin as he willingly spread his legs open, blushing brightly at the exposure he felt. No one had ever seen him like this; he'd never allow it in life or death....not until now. And now he was about to go into unknown territory, something he's never experienced before, and it made him nervous. He was also a little unsure *how* this would continue. Cell didn't wear clothes, and claimed he was male, and yet he'd never seen-

His question was quickly answered what he felt was unmistakenably the head of a member teasing his entrance, making Frieza tense up and look down. Indeed, there was a member there, slipping out of the black sheath that slid back from Cell's crotch area. The ice-jin swallowed before he leaned his head back against the pillow, trying to calm the pounding heart beat that practically burst from his chest. This was really happening....

"Frieza? Are you okay?" the ice-jin snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at his partner. Even through the darkness, he could see the kind look in the android's eyes, along with the soft smile he offered. He reached out and gently caressed his chest once more, and already the former emperor felt himself relax. He even let out a soft purr in content, leaning into Cell's touch. "I-I'm okay...." he murmured quietly. Cell nodded, moving his hand to return to his hip, keeping a firm but gentle grip on it. "Are you ready for me to keep going? Or should I stop?" he asked. Frieza didn't answer right away, briefly considering his options. It was either this or continue to go through with the agonizing pain....no, he didn't want that. Not when everything felt so good so far. Not when he wanted to hold onto this bizarre connection he had with the android. He couldn't end things here....

"No....keep going."

The ice-jin shut his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come. First a quiet whimper escaped him at the intial feeling of being stretched. But once Cell's member sunk deeper into his sensitive walls, Frieza's eyes shot open and he gasped, arching his back against the mattress. His hands clutched at the bedsheets below them, almost tearing them. It was likely due to his heat ampliphying his entire body, but the pleasure he felt was on a whole other level, clouding his mind entirely. Cell enjoyed the feeling as well, groaning softly as he felt Frieza's tight walls squeeze around him. Once he was fully sheathed, he paused to look at his partner. "You doing okay?" he asked. The ice-jin nodded, already gasping for breath. "I-I'm fine, i-it's just....oh god, it f-feels so *intense*...." he murmured breathlessly. "Does it hurt?" Cell asked. "O-Only a little bit....p-please, move...." Frieza pleaded.

The android nodded, and began to move. It was obvious the ice-jin didn't want to be teased any longer, and since there didn't seem to be much pain, Cell didn't go slow. Frieza yelped in surprise before covering his mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure. His long tail shivered and jolted with every thrust, eventually settling to coil around the android's waist and pull him closer. The former emperor continued to moan into his hand, weakly attempting to buck against Cell's hips. Was this was it felt like to let the arousal of the mating season overtake you? Cause now all he could focus on was how Cell's member plunged deep inside of him, and how it made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Whatever pain that use to exist had vanished within seconds.

Frieza blinked when he felt Cell grab his wrist and pull his hand away from his mouth, chuckling at the ice-jin below him. "You don't need to hold back. I want to hear you loud and clear." he stated. The ice-jin blushed brightly at the comment, and opened his mouth to weakly argue against him, but all that came out was a loud moan of pleasure from an exceptionally deep thrust. "Ahhhh! F-Fuck!!! Ohhhh, ohhhh...." he moaned, throwing his head back. Cell smirked at the sight, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His large body loomed over his partner as he watched Frieza become a moaning, blushing mess before his eyes.

"Ahhh....C-Cell...." Frieza whimpered, eyes remaining shut. He blinked in surprised however when feeling the android's lips against his own, capturing them in a passionate kiss. Frieza didn't resist, wrapping his arms around Cell's neck and pulling him closer. He moaned against his lips, giving the android the chance to glide his tongue against his's partners. As their kiss deepened, Cell refused to lighten up his pace, causing the ice-jin to whimper in need. Frieza felt embarrassed that he already felt a tension in his abdomen, wanting to snap at any moment. But he became desperate, breaking the kiss and giving the android a pleading expression. "C-Cell....I-I'm close....please...." he whined.

Cell found his expression just adorable, and he smirked as he nodded. "As you wish~" he purred. He leaned his head down to bury into Frieza's shoulder and focused on the aim of his thrusts, trying to find that spot that'd drive the ice-jin crazy. It only took a few seconds to find it, causing Frieza to cry out and hold his partner even tighter. "AHHH! Oh Kami, Cell!" he moaned loudly. Hearing the ice-jin's voice drove Cell crazy, encouraging him to thrust as deeply as he could. The former emperor was in utter bliss; the way Cell held him so tightly, how he felt him bite at his neck, and the way he struck his sweet spot with every thrust, it was all too good. He tried to hold out, to hold onto this pleasured feeling a little longer....but it was too much.

"OHHHH, CELL!" Frieza all but screamed as he arched his back, his climax hitting him hard. His body shook and trembled as his tight walls clamped down around the android's member. Cell panted hard as he continued to thrust, helping his partner ride out his orgasm before he felt Frieza go limp below him. The android halted his movements to look down at the exhausted ice-jin, watching as he panted hard and struggled to keep his eyes open. "Did it feel good, Frieza?" Cell asked with a smile. The former emperor blushed, shyly looking away before nodding. "Y-Yes. I....I apologize for finishing so soon....you never got to...." he murmured, but he paused when he heard the android's chuckle.

"Don't worry about it. Besides," he raised a hand to cup the ice-jin's cheek, his smirk never leaving his face, "Something tells me you need more....don't you?" he asked. Frieza blushed brighter before nodding. "Yes. I-It usually takes....more than once till there can be satisfaction. But, I didn't want you to think you had to-"

Frieza yelped in surprise as he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach, his legs spread out far behind him. He knew what was to come next, to he laid his arms out in front of him and closed his eyes. In just seconds, Cell slammed back into him, causing Frieza to cry out as his already sensitive cloaca was stimulated once more. "Ahhh! Cell!" he moaned. He whimpered as Cell resumed his rough pace, pounding into him from behind. Somehow from this position, the android managed to go even deeper than before, making the experience all the more pleasurable. Not to mention, now that Cell knew where Frieza's sweet spot was, he could aim for that spot every time.

"Cell! Cell! Ohhhh, don't stop!" Frieza cried out. The pleasure continued to shake him to the core, his whole body jerking forward from every powerful thrust. He mentally cursed himself for not doing this whole experience sooner, had he realized how fucking good it felt, he might've tried it while he was still alive. Although....it was Cell that was making him feel this good. And thinking it over again, he was glad he waited. Cause the fact the android shared this intimate moment with him, and formed this special connection....that's really what made the whole experience so wonderful.

"Cell....Cell....ohhh, Cell...." Frieza began to chant under his breath, finally starting to lose his voice. Cell's jaw clenched, gripping Frieza's hips tighter. "Frieza...." he groaned quietly, his wings flaring up behind him. The bed began to creak and shift slightly from Cell's powerful thrusts. The ice-jin clutched onto the bedsheets tightly, barely opening his eyes to look back at his partner. They briefly exchanged eye contact, and the android flashed a grin at his partner. Frieza felt the corners of his black lips tug into a small smile of his own, closing his eyes once more and allowing the android to pleasure him. It wasn't long till both of them started to feel that similar tension in their abdomens, causing Frieza to bite his lip.

"I'm so close....Cell." he panted out breathlessly. Cell nodded, eagerly thrusting into the ice-jin as he came close to his own release. It only took a few more perfect thrusts before Frieza moaned loudly, his body trembling as he climaxed for a second time. That in turn caused Cell to release as well, letting out a moan as he split his seed inside his partner. The ice-jin gasped at the feeling of Cell's warm essence filling him up, letting the android thrust a couple more times before he finally pulled out. Cell collapsed beside the ice-jin, panting hard and trying to catch his breath. Frieza did the same, not moving an inch from where he was. His entire body felt like gelatin, and there was no way he was moving for the rest of the night. The two of them finally gazed into each other's eyes, silently staring at each other for a moment before they both smiled and chuckled.

"So, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it was....perfect?" Cell asked with a smirk.

"Stroking your own ego I see, 'Perfect' Cell. But....yes, it was." Frieza admitted. The android's smile widened, scooting closer to his partner and stroking his back with his palm. "Seriously, though....how do you feel?" he asked. The ice-jin let out a content sigh, relaxing against the mattress. "Wonderful. I feel wonderful. There's no more ache, or pain. I've never felt so....at peace." he gave the android a grateful smile before speaking once more. "Cell....thank you. Not just for, you know, this. But....for coming to see me. To be here for me. It means a lot...." he was blushing as he spoke, shyly looking away. The android knew it was a lot for the ice-jin to say something sappy like that, so he must've meant it. "You're welcome. I....I'm glad I could help." Cell replied.

"....and, since it's only fair, considering you confessed to me, I guess I should mention....I like you as well." Frieza added. Cell blinked in surprise. Now that he wasn't expecting. Sure, he knew the other MCU's had assumed Frieza liked him, but he wasn't expecting confirmation of this, much less a personal confession from the ice-jin himself.

"Good....I'm glad you feel that way." Frieza nodded, letting out a sigh. "I've been meaning to ask, how did you get here unnoticed? I'm pretty sure the ogres don't allow us to leave our houses after curfew."

"....ohhhhhh shit, that reminds me of something." Cell leaped from the bed and ran around the bed, grabbing his scouter. He had taken it off before laying down with Frieza in the bed, and totally forgot to check in with them. The former emperor watched with a tilted head as Cell turned it on. "Uh, Raditz, what's the situation-"

"Dude! Where were you?! I was calling you for ten minutes! The ogres saw you weren't here, already checked your house, and their on their way to search Frieza's house right now!" Raditiz shouted into the scouter. "No no no, don't tell me you mean now?! As in *now*!" the android said. He froze upon hearing the front door open, along with the familiar footsteps of the ogres. "Hello? Frieza, ve apologize, but ve believe Cell is here! Ve need to search the house! Ve'll be quick, ve promise!" he heard Goz call out from below. The android began to panic as his mind began to race. "Shit, shit, shit...." he hissed, his first thought thinking that he should hide somewhere.

But was surprised to see Frieza on his feet (however he struggled to walk a bit) and ripped away the curtain to open the window. "Out here! Go!" he whispered, pointing to outside. Cell didn't hesitate, bolting for the window and slipping one leg out. However he paused when he felt Frieza's hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around to look at him, pausing when he felt a gentle kiss on his lips. The android remained still, slowly losing himself in the moment before Frieza pulled away, wearing a loving smile. "I trust we can....continue this little relationship?" he asked. Cell smirked and nodded. "Absolutely, gorgeous~"

"Cell?!" the ogres called.

"Shit!" he shoved the rest of his body out the window, falling awkwardly onto the ground with a thud. Frieza watched with a chuckle as Cell ran across the courtyard and booked it to his own house, barely able to unlock the front door before hurrying inside.

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"What in the world does that girl think she's doing? Why would she run for the tool shed? That just leaves the killer with a plethura of weapons to use." Frieza said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Vegeta scoffed, giving a small shrug. "These idiots are always getting themselves killed in these stupid movies." he stated. It was a simple Friday night for the couple, their date night actually. But rather than go anywhere, but of them were content with staying in Frieza's dorm and watching a couple of bad movies instead. Sadly, both of them regretted picking this particular film, as it seemed to ridiculous, that it wasn't even entertaining. Still, at least they could complain about it together.

"I guess I should've thought more about the 2 starred rating it had; what a waste of five bucks. Wanna stop it?" the saiyan asked. The ice-jin just shrugged, snuggling against his partner's chest. He had the perfect little couch in his dorm, the perfect size for the two of them to cuddle on together. "We're already through over half of it. Might as well see how it ends. But I'm picking the next one." Frieza stated, lazily curling his long tail around Vegeta's leg.

"Fine, but I need to get some water, so you're gonna have to get off." The ice-jin groaned as Vegeta gently pushed him off, standing up from the couch and walking over to the mini fridge. As he did, Frieza returned his attention to the horrible movie. One of the characters had long since been killed, and now it had skipped forward to a cheesy, over the top sex scene. Frieza found himself once again rolling his eyes, arms folded over his chest. "My goodness, what is with these ridiculous acts of intercourse in these films? They could at least put effort into making it seem realistic! Besides, that girl is screaming way too loudly." he stated, speaking mostly to himself than to Vegeta. However the saiyan chuckled as the comment, which made the ice-jin raise a brow and glance back from the couch.

"I'm sorry, what's so funny?" he asked. The saiyan paused, wondering if he should *really* answer that, but he simply couldn't help himself as he shut the mini fridge.

"Come on, Frieza, you realize how loud *you* get when we do it? You're practically screaming yourself." he stated with a smirk. Frieza immediately blushed brightly at the comment, standing up from the couch and hands on his hips. "Excuse me?! I am NOT that loud! Take that back!" he demanded, his tail flickering in agitation behind him. The saiyan merely shrugged, popping open his water bottle and purposely taking a long, slow drink before he sighed. "I can't, cause it's true. You're always moaning, and whimpering, and calling my name...." he continued to speak in a mocking tone, knowing it'd annoy his lover. The ice-jin blushed even brighter, letting out a small growl. This cocky monkey dared to speak to him like that?! It was absolutely embarrassing and irritating....and yet, Frieza felt a little aroused, finding it rather ballsy that Vegeta would say such things to his face.

"Hmph, well you're hardly quiet yourself, my little saiyan~" the ice-jin purred. That comment made Vegeta choke on his next sip of water, slamming the water bottle down onto a nearby table and glaring back at his partner. "You wanna say that again?" he growled. He was just *daring* Frieza to say that again....and the ice-jin absolutely couldn't resist. "You heard me. You hardly know when to keep quiet as well," Frieza stated, slowly walking towards the saiyan, a mischievous glint in his red eyes, "I pay attention to the way you moan, and growl, almost like an animal. It's always so invigorating, monkey~"

Another growl escaped Vegeta's lips, his eyebrow twitching upon hearing the word 'monkey'. "I've told you before, *never* call me monkey." he stated in a low tone. The smirk playing on Frieza's black lips only widened, the tip of his long tail slithering under the saiyan's chin, making sure he held eye contact the entire time. "Oh? And are you gonna stop me....monkey~"

Strong hands were suddenly on Frieza's waist, pulling him closer and pressing him against the saiyan. Eager, hungry lips crashed against his own, capturing him in a fierce and passionate kiss. Frieza happily wrapped his arms around Vegeta's neck and pulled him closer, one hand reaching up to run through his dark hair. Once they needed breath, the two finally pulled away panting, giving each other an eager look before they both smirked. "Alright, you wanna play like that, then fine. How about we make things....interesting?" Vegeta asked, flashing an almost evil grin. "Oh? Sounds intriguing. You have my attention." Frieza stated, mindlessly continuing to play with the saiyan's hair.

"You and me have a little competition. We each take a turn having "fun" with one another. Whoever can drive the most noises out of the other wins." the saiyan explained. A dark chuckle escaped the ice-jin's lips, his eyes narrowing as the exciting idea. "My, I believe that's an excellent idea~ But if you think you're going to win, I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed." he stated. "We'll see about that. It never seems that hard to make you *squeal*." the saiyan stated. The emphasis at the end sent a shiver down Frieza's back, causing his tail to twitch eagerly. "I'm sure I can form my own idea, but for the sake of being fair, what constitutes of these 'noises' you speak of?"

"It's pretty straight forward; no moaning, whimpering, begging, cursing-"

"Growling?" Frieza added. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Yes, growling too," he added, knowing that was something he tended to do the most, "I'll allow speaking, but only if it's genuine, straight forward talk. Moaning a name doesn't count."

"What of panting, though? Could you really call that a sound?" the ice-jin asked with a tilted head. Vegeta pondered on the thought for a moment before he shrugged. "I guess that'll be up to us as we go on. If it gets too loud, then I'd say it counts. Otherwise, I suppose it's fine." he stated. "Very well. Then it sounds like we're in agreement~" Frieza purred, using his fingers to lightly trace circles on his partner's chest, through his shirt. Vegeta smirked, taking a moment to slip the shirt off his body before he returned his hands to Frieza's waist. They once again leaned in for another kiss, their lips perfectly molding against each other. Frieza held back the urge to purr, enjoying the saiyan's body heat that radiated from his strong figure. However, once he felt Vegeta's hands start to wander to his ass, the ice-jin lightly smacked them away with his tail, chuckling as he broke the kiss.

"Nah ah ah, I'll be going first." he stated. A small chuckle escaped from Vegeta as he held up his hands in surrender. "Go ahead then - be my guest." he replied cooly, wearing a confident smirk. Frieza nodded, getting down onto his knees to be at Vegeta's crotch level. He smirked as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He paused upon seeing the erect member, blushing a light shade of pink before he regained his mischievous smirk. "My goodness, already so eager, are we?" he purred, looking up at the saiyan. Vegeta finally looked a little embarrassed, glancing away for a moment. "Well, how am I suppose to help it when it's *you* teasing me?" he murmured.

Frieza blushed at the hidden compliment, shyly glancing away for a moment before shaking his head and returning to the task at hand. He was determined to make Vegeta lose this competiton. He started with a long, slow lick on the underside. Vegeta inhaled sharply, immediately holding back a groan that wanted to escape. His eyes widened when he realized this might be harder than he thought. Frieza noticed the brief reaction, and was motivated to keep going. He gave another long lick, causing the saiyan to shudder and tense up. He braced himself for another lick, but ended up groaning when he felt the ice-jin take the head of the member into his mouth. Frieza was precise with his actions, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive organ, and stifling another groan out of the saiyan. The ice-jin pulled away to smirk up at his partner.

"Tsk tsk, now that's no good. I've only barely begun, and already I can hear you~ I hope you haven't forgotten the point is to stay quiet-"

"Shut up, I know that," Vegeta stated through gritted teeth, glaring down at his lover, "I also didn't tell you to stop."

The sudden sternness in his tone and the fierce look in Vegeta's eyes sent another shiver down Frieza's spine. He simply nodded and obeyed, once again taking the member into his mouth and bobbing his head. Vegeta turned his head away, shutting his eyes and trying to focus on keeping his damn mouth shut. He desperately wanted to watch the scene before him, but it only made it more difficult for him to keep quiet. Even so, feeling his moist cavern surround his member like this, with his tongue wrapping around it, the bolts of pleasure that went up his spine was incredible-

His eyes snapped open upon feeling Frieza just *barely* graze his teeth up the shaft, and that caused Vegeta to moan. The ice-jin resisted the urge to chuckle and continued his work, repeating the action and drawing out another moan. However that seemed to be the last sound Vegeta permitted to leave, as he kept his lips firmly shut. Frieza couldn't help but think his expression was adorable. He was physically struggling to hold himself back, his eyes shut tight and having his arms folded across his chest, his nails digging into his arms. Frieza enjoyed moments like this, when he could see through Vegeta's tough exterior and see the more vulnerable side of him. The ice-jin became so focused on watching his partner, he was surprised when he felt Vegeta's hand on the back of his head.

"F-Fuck....Frieza...." he growled, bucking slightly into his mouth. Frieza was a little surprised by the sudden change of behavior, but soon understood why when he felt his member twitch in his mouth. The ice-jin smirked against his member, and bobbed his head even faster, taking in even more of him. The saiyan was close, and surely his climax would bring out the most wonderful growl. The image made Frieza's tail twitch, and it slithered up the saiyan's leg and constricted it gently. Vegeta threw his head back, his panting becoming rougher as Frieza increased his pace. It didn't help that whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth he was stroking and massaging with great care, plus he enjoyed the feeling of his tail coiled around his leg. The combined sensation was becoming too much for him to handle.

"Friezaaa....GRRRGH!" a loud growl finally erupted from his chest and out his mouth. Frieza ceased his motions when he felt the saiyan split his seed in his mouth, briefly catching him off guard. He shut his eyes and swallowed as much as he could. Once he was done Vegeta took his hand away from the ice-jin's head, and Frieza finally released the member from his mouth, panting hard and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It wasn't long till he caught his breath and looked up, smirking at the tired expression on Vegeta's face.

"I never thought a monkey to *growl* like that~" he purred.

Vegeta couldn't help but scowl a little. He couldn't believe Frieza managed to make him react like this. Now he had every right to wear that smug expression on his face....for now, anyway.

"Yeah well, I'd like to see just how long you can last without making a single peep." the saiyan stated, a smirk returning to his face. Frieza shrugged, chuckling as he stood back up onto his feet. "Well, you're certainly free to try, but as I mentioned earlier, you won't succeed- what the?!" the ice-jin hardly had time to react as he was suddenly shoved towards the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He blinked, shaking off his surprise as he watched Vegeta kneel down between his legs, pushing them apart. He had the most absolutely *evil* looking grin on his face, and the ice-jin would be lying if he said it wasn't both arousing and intimidating. "You better practice keeping your mouth shut now....you're gonna need it." the saiyan stated. Frieza gave his head a small shake and gave his own grin, trying to play it cool.

"And you better not keep me waiting anymore. I grow weary of this teas-"

A surprised gasp escaped Frieza's lips, taken aback by suddenly feeling Vegeta's tongue on his crotch. The saiyan continued his work, slowly dragging his tongue up the sensitive skin multiple times. The ice-jin bit his lip, focusing on controlling his breathing to keep from being too loud. It seemed simple for a moment, remaining still and managing to keep quiet. But once the skin of his cloaca parted, and he felt the saiyan's tongue dip inside, Frieza couldn't hold back moan that slip through his mouth. Realizing just how sensitive he was, he brought one hand up to his mouth to keep other noises from escaping, however Vegeta took ahold of his wrist and pulled it away.

"I don't think so. That's cheating, Frieza. You didn't see me cover my mouth, did you?" the saiyan asked with a smirk. The ice-jin rolled his eyes and let out a small, defeated sigh. "No, I suppose not." he admitted, moving both his hands to rest at his sides. He watched nervously as Vegeta lowered his head once more, and he tensed when bolts of pleasure once again shot through his body. Frieza swallowed, shutting his eyes tight as he tried not to focus on the stimulation between his legs. He could already feel moans building up in the back of his throat, wanting desperately to be released. But the stubborn ice-jin kept his mouth firmly shut, but not without extreme effort. "Good Kami....how can it be *this* difficult to remain silent?!" he thought.

A gentle nip at his folds made Frieza slip up, causing a moan to escape his lips. This damn monkey....how does he know how to make him feel so good? Another whimper escaped him as he clutched onto the bedsheets. God, it was so hard, but he just wanted to feel more; he wanted his lover to drive him crazy. Frieza finally had a moment to breathe normally as Vegeta pulled his mouth away, and he wasted it on a small sigh of relief- something he'd regret in two seconds. Before he could protest, Vegeta took his whole member into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. "GAH! V-Vegeta...." Frieza moaned breathlessly, throwing his head back. His dexterous toes curled against the floor below him, and his tail writhed and shivered from the pleasure.

Keeping quiet only became more difficult when he felt two fingers enter his entrance as well, the ice-jin could barely keep himself sitting up anymore. Another whimper almost slipped past his lips, but he bit his tongue to keep silent, practically tearing into the bedsheets. It wasn't long till he felt a tension form in his abdomen, but he said nothing about it; if Vegeta knew he was close, he'd no doubt increase his efforts and make him finish, and he *knew* he couldn't keep silent if that happened. Little did Frieza realize Vegeta knew this, and was occassionally opening one eye to watch for his tall-tale sign; the way his tail moved. The saiyan noticed whenever Frieza was close, it would tremble violently, and start curling in on itself like a chameleon. He saw the long, white limb doing just that, and it made him smirk.

Suddenly he started thrusting his fingers even faster, purposely striking his sweet spot while moving his head even faster. Frieza gritted his teeth, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks as he tried to hold out. Sadly, he ultimately failed, and when his climax hit, it hit *hard*. "VEGETA!! Ohhhhh...." he finally cried out, his whole body trembling as his orgasm washed over like a tsunami. The saiyan continued to suck him through his climax, feeling his seed slide down his throat. Once he was down, he finally pulled away and removed his fingers from his entrance, causing Frieza to go limp ad fall back onto the bed. His pale face was a bright shade of pink, his cheeks enveloped with heat as he struggled to catch his breath. The saiyan stood back up from the floor, wiping his mouth and wearing a satisfied smirk.

"I imagine that felt good, didn't it?" he asked, unable to resisit speaking in a mocking tone. The ice-jin glared up at his lover, forcing himself to sit back up. "I....I won't say you're *wrong*," he admitted, still breathless, "but that....doesn't mean you win. I was still....far more quiet than you were."

"And what makes you say that? It should obvious I'm the one who did better keeping my mouth shut!" Vegeta stated.

Both of them stared at each other for a moment, and blinked....realizing they didn't really pay much attention to who made more noise than the other. "Shit, we probably should've counted...." the saiyan muttered. "Well great, then how do we decide who won?" Frieza asked, raising a brow. Vegeta simply smirked, giving a small smirk. "Okay, I've got it; for now, let's just say it's a tie. So now, we have to have a tie breaker." he stated. The ice-jin perked up at the idea, a smile spreading across his lips and his tail curling excitedly. "Ooooh, I think that'll be acceptable~" he purred. Vegeta stepped towards his partner, pushing him back down onto the bed and crawling on top of him. However he was taken off guard when Frieza took ahold on his waist and turned them over, so he was straddling his lap.

"I hope you're feeling confident in yourself, Vegeta. It'll make it all the more satisfying when I win." the ice-jin stated. He smirked as he grinded his crotch against Vegeta's already erect member, causing the saiyan to bite back a groan before he chuckled. "That's where you're wrong, Frieza. By the end of this, you'll be screaming my name." he stated. The ice-jin merely shrugged, deciding that his actions would speak louder than any words could. So, he carefully lifted him, lined himself up with the saiyan's member, and slowly started to sink himself down, inch by inch-

Until Vegeta seized his hips and slammed him down all the way. Frieza gasped in surprise, pleasure shooting through his body, causing him to shudder before glaring at the smirking saiyan. "That was a dirty move." he stated. Vegeta merely shrugged, wearing an innocent expression. The ice-jin gave his own smirk as he lifted himself and brought back down his hips, and he noticed Vegeta visibly tense up, clenching his jaw. Satisfied, Frieza continued to ride his lover, moving up and down, occassionally rolling his hips. Vegeta closed his eyes, trying to keep his mouth shut and enjoy the sensation of Frieza's tight walls squeezing his member. It was incredible that even after all the time Frieza and Vegeta spent dating, the ice-ji continued to excite him and make him feel incredible. He unconsciously released a couple small groans, but found he didn't mind all that much.

Meanwhile, Frieza panted hard as he rode his lover, shuddering every time his member plunged deep inside him. He couldn't help but enjoy this moment; not just cause of their silly competiton, or the physical pleasure, but to share this intimate moment with the man he loved. The saiyan never ceased to please him, and while of course it was fun to try and stir noises from his partner, he felt more enjoyment knowing he was able to bring Vegeta such pleasure. The ice-jin became increasingly distracted by the moment, a few moans escaping his lips, causing him to bite his lip. The saiyan finally opened his eyes, smiling at the sight before him; the ice-jin wearing a pleasure expression as he visibly struggled to keep quiet, his nails slightly digging into the skin of his bare chest. He reached a hand up to sneak behind him, gently stroking the base of his tail, which he knew was an incredibly sensitive area for his species.

"V-Vegeta....ohhhh...." Frieza moaned. The ice-jin increased his pace, panting harder as pleasure coursed through him. He reluctantly opened his eyes when he felt a hand cup his cheek, looking down at the saiyan, who gave him a loving smile. He became drawn to his lover, allowing Vegeta to lower his body so he could give him a tender, loving kiss. As they kissed, Frieza's long tail slowly curled around the saiyan's leg, constricting him once more in a gentle grip. Once they broke the kiss, Frieza gave Vegeta a half-lidded gaze, gripping his shoulders tightly. "V-Vegeta...." he whimpered. The saiyan could feel Frieza's movements slow down, and he realized the ice-jin was starting to become too tired to continue.

"Don't worry, I can take over." he stated, pecking Frieza's lips briefly. The ice-jin was about to ask what he meant, but yelped in surprise when Vegeta gripped his waist and flipped him over onto his back, with the saiyan on top of him. Vegeta moved his hands to tightly grip his partner's hips, and began roughly thrust into him, a low growl escaping his throat. Frieza threw his head back and cried out, throwing his arms around the saiyan's neck. "Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Vegeta!!" he moaned. Hearing his partner's moans, Vegeta dove for the ice-jin's neck and bite into his sweet spot, growling once more and he continued to pound into him.

"F-Fuck!! Ahhh! Ahhh! M-More, please!" Frieza whined, his mind clouded with pleasure. Vegeta continued to bring as much pleasure as possible, sucking and nipping at the ice-jin's neck and shoulders, using one hand to stroke the base of his tail, all while continuing his rough pace. Frieza moaned loudly to the ceiling, unable to hold himself back as the pleasure shook him to the core. Both of them had long since forgotten about the competition; now all they could focus on was each other, and the pleasure they shared together. The saiyan pulled away from Frieza's neck, kissing him passionately before looking into his eyes.

"Does it feel good....Frieza?" he grunted. The ice-jin eagerly nodded.

"Y-Yes....you feel a-amazing....ohhhh, Vegeta," he whined, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, "I-I'm almost there! Please, don't stop!"

Vegeta nodded and buried his face into the crook of Frieza's shoulder, growling as he continued to move as hard and as fast as he could. Frieza tightened his hold on his lover, his tail squeezing his leg even tighter than before. His moans only increased in volume, becoming more high pitched and desperate as he chased for his climax. And it wasn't long till his climax finally came, causing him to scream out Vegeta's name in pleasure. The saiyan's jaw clenched as he felt his lover's tight walls clamp down around him, and he gave a few more powerful thrusts before he released as well, splitting his seed into his partner with a low growl. Both of them trembled and shook, holding each other tightly as they rode out their high.

Once they finally came down from cloud nine, they both went limp, with Vegeta laying on top of the ice-jin. Frieza panted hard, lazily hugging his saiyan and gently stroking his hair. Vegeta couldn't bring himself to move yet, enjoying how his lover held him close. They shared a comfortable moment of silence before Vegeta heard his partner chuckle, making him raise a brow.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"It's nothing, it's just....it seems like you did end up winning." Frieza murmured.

The saiyan chuckled at that response, finally pulling himself off the ice-jin and looking down at him with a smile. "I don't know, I wasn't exactly 'quiet' either." he admitted. "Well, you weren't the one screaming...." Frieza admitted, shyly turning his head away and blushing. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed; just like Vegeta had said, he ended up screaming the saiyan's name. He blinked a little in surprise when Vegeta cupped his cheek and turned his head back to look at him. "Well, if it's any consolation, I *love* hearing you scream." Vegeta stated with a smirk. The ice-jin blushed brightly at the comment before chuckling, raising his hands up to cup the saiyan's face.

"....I love you, my dear." he purred softly.

"I love you too." Vegeta replied, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his lover's lips.

They both pulled away when they heard dramatic music, and looked to the TV, seeing the credits start to roll. "Oh my, I completely forgot about our film." Frieza said. "Oh well, it was total shit anyway," he wrapped his arms around the ice-jin and picked him up, carrying him back to the couch, "You feel like watching something else? Or should we head to bed?" Frieza pondered the idea for a moment before he smiled. "I don't think I'd mind watching another movie- but like I said, I'm picking it this time." he stated. Vegeta gave a small chuckle and nodded. "You got it." he said. The two returned to cuddling on the couch, draping a blanket over the two of them as they started another film. Unfortunately they barely got through half an hour before they passed out in each other's arms, content with each other's presence and warmth.

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"Hit...?"

Frost blinked a couple times, trying to peer through the darkness. The entire room was pitch black, and it seemed endless....he had no idea where he was, or how he got here. But he didn't like it, especially since he seemed to be all alone. The blue ice-jin scanned the area multiple times, but didn't see the assassin anywhere.

"Hit! Hit, where are you?!" Frost called out. His voice only succeeded in echoing throughout the space, making him cringe.

"You pathetic fool," the ice-jin stiffened. He recognized that voice all too well. He whirled around, turning to face his counter part, Frieza. The emperor held a disappointed expression on his face, brows furrowed and a deep frown painted on his black lips. "Why in the world do you believe the assassin would come back for you? Or care for you in the slightest? Don't you understand yet?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. Frost blinked before sending his counterpart a sharp glare, his tail flickering in agitation. "Understand what? What the hell are you talking about?" he growled. He froze when a smirk spread across Frieza's face, and a dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Don't be naive. You know what I'm talking about," he began to slowly pace around the blue ice-jin, like a predator circling his prey, "people like us....like you and me. We don't have or need friends. Or loved ones. Or family. They mean nothing to us. What we crave is power. That's what you sought for many years, didn't you?" Frieza stated. Frost shook his head, deciding to keep his gaze to the darkness below him; anything was better than seeing that wicked expression on the emperor's face. "Yeah, I use to....but not anymore. I don't want power anymore, not like that. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore."

"There's no changing who you are, Frost. It's time you face the truth....you're just like me~"

"I am NOT like you!" Frost snarled, whipping his head to glare at the emperor. However he blinked, surprised to see he was suddenly gone. "He's right, you know," the ice-jin's eyes widened, and he shot his head upwards, seeing a familiar purple cat destroyer hovering above, a deep frown on his face, "You're just like Frieza. A rotten, no good bastard who manipulates others for your own benefit. There's no undoing what you've done." he stated, eyes narrowing at him. Frost again looked away, clenching his fists tightly. "Stop it! I already know, alright! I know....I've done terrible things! I know I can't undo them! But I'm trying to change, to move on! I'm not like that anymore; I'll never hurt an innocent person ever again!"

"You can want to change all you want," Frost whirled around, facing a very disappointed looking Cabba, who gave an intense stare with those dark eyes, "but it doesn't matter. There's no redemption left for you to claim. Nothing you do now will make a difference." he stated. "Cabba....I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I did! I'm trying to make up for my mistakes! Please, you have to believe me!" Frost stated. The young saiyan only narrowed his eyes to glare at him before turning his back to the ice-jin.

"...I'm not the one you need to apologize to."

Suddenly, more people began to appear at Cabba's sides....most of them children, likely the many orphans he's created through his actions. Frost's eyes widened, taking a step back. He whirled around, trying to find some sort of exit, but found he was surrounded. Most of the people around him were children, but there were other faces he recognized; warriors from Universe 6 and 7, all looking at him with anger, disgust, and disappointment. His body began to tremble violently, and he took a shaky step back. "No....please...." he ducked his head lower, clutching onto his head and squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel it; the negative emotions and hostility everyone felt. It weighed down on him, almost strong enough to crush his small figure. His eyes became teary, guilt and fear overtaking his heart.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried over and over. It was all he could think to say. It wouldn't be fair of him to say they were wrong, or try to defend his actions. He knew they had every right to be mad at him. And he deserved this....he deserved to be punished for what he did.

"You see now, don't you?" Frost gasped, eyes snapping open and looked below him....where his own reflection stared back at him, wearing the most wicked grin he'd ever seen.

"There's no point in fighting who we are anymore."

His reflection laughed as he reached out, grabbing ahold on Frost's wrists. Before the ice-jin could even scream, he was yanked into a dark pool of pitch black, his entire body submerged underwater....

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Frost bolted upright, gasping out before he panted hard, clutching onto his chest. He sat there for a long moment, desperately trying to catch his breath as he glanced around the room in a blind panic. There was no pitch black anymore, there weren't any hateful stares peering down at him....he was back in his bedroom, with the moonlight slightly illuminating the room in a gentle white glow. Finally realizing he was awake, Frost let out a sigh of relief, wiping away the tears that spilled from his cheeks. He couldn't believe that was a dream....it felt so real. Like everyone was really there....

He glanced to his left, feeling even more relieved to see Hit was still laying beside him, supposedly dead asleep. He couldn't help but double check, waving his hand in front of Hit's face, but saw no reaction. "Good....I didn't wake him then...." Frost thought. Another sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his cheeks. The droopiness he felt on his eyelids begged him to go back to sleep, but he refused. No way was he going to go back to sleep after witnessing such a horrible nightmare....again.

These nightmares had become a reoccurring event these past few days. Frost didn't entirely understand why it was happening now, his only deduction being his own guilt was starting to become too much for his psych to handle. The ice-jin slowly got out of bed, carefully creeping across the floor until he was out of the room. Then, he crept quietly downstairs and towards the kitchen, prepared to do what he usually did after having a nightmare; make a cup of coffee, so he wouldn't be tempted to go back to sleep. To make sure he avoided detection, he didn't even bother turning the lights on, and went straight to the pantry. Hit seemed unaware of these reoccurring nightmares, and Frost wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to worry the assassin....besides, he felt like he didn't deserve his counseling, as much as he wanted it.

Frost carefully grabbed the container of coffee from the pantry, putting some in the coffee machine and letting it do it's thing. Luckily it only made minimal noise, so he wasn't too concerned with waking up his partner. As he waited, he leaned against the counter and rested his head on his palm, another sigh escaping his lips. He felt *so* tired. All he wanted was one night of peaceful sleep, and even that seemed impossible now. He hated this....he hated feeling like this. He hated the constant guilt he forced upon himself. But there was no escaping it; he's tried forgiving himself, and tried moving on from the mistakes of his old life. But every time he did....all he could think of were the people he had harmed, the people he disappointed and angered. He thinks of the wonderful treatment Hit gives him....and all he can think is he doesn't deserve it.

Frost perked up when realizing the machine went quite, seeing the coffee pot was full. He reached out, desperate for that rush of caffeine to take over....but jumped when the kitchen lights suddenly turned on.

"Oh shit...."

"Frost." The ice-jin whirled around with wide eyes, completely caught off guard by the assassin. He still seemed to be in his usual sleepwear, wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. But the ice-jin couldn't help but wonder what he did to wake him up. This wasn't the first time he's snuck down to get coffee. Fuck, he didn't even hear him come down the stairs, or even enter the kitchen. Hit wore a disapproving expression, his red eyes looking especially intense. Frost couldn't help but look away, gripping the edge of the counter behind him.

"H-Hit....I..."

"So it has been you making coffee. I wondered why it seemed the machine was used in the mornings, but never once saw you drinking it." the assassin stated. He slowly approached his partner, arms folded over his chest. Frost kept his gaze to the ground, unable to look up at the man looming over him. "What're you doing, Frost? It's 3 a.m, you won't be able to go back to sleep if you drink that....unless that's the point." he said. A nervous knot formed in Frost's stomach, and his tail began to hide between his legs. "I-I....I'm sorry. You're right. I should just go back to bed." he kept his eyes down as he tried to walk around the assassin, but froze when Hit grabbed onto his wrist. It wasn't a forceful grip, in fact it was quite gentle....a silent plea to not leave. The blue ice-jin couldn't bring himself to pull away.

He remained where he was when Hit released him, and slowly turned around. His eyes widened when the assassin grabbed the full pot of coffee and dumped it into the sink, not leaving a single drop spared. But what surprised him more was when Hit reached into the pantry, instead grabbing a couple hot chocolate packets and going to the fridge for milk. He paused to glance at Frost, giving him a small smile and gesturing to the table nearby. The ice-jin slowly nodded, walking towards the table and taking a seat.

Frost only had to wait for a few moments as Hit boiled the milk over the stove, and mixed the hot chocolate packets into two mugs. It wasn't long before a fresh cup of hot chocolate was placed in front of him, the delicious aroma overtaking his nose. Frost smiled when noticing the small marshmellows on top. Hit knew he liked those.

"Thank you...." he murmured quietly. Hit nodded silently as he sat beside him. They both blew gently on their drinks before taking a small sip, licking their lips as the chocolately taste spread across their taste buds. The couple remained in comfortable silence for a few moments, silently sipping at their hot chocolate and simply enjoying each other's presence. Eventually though, Hit finally set his mug aside and cleared his throat, looking to his partner. "What's going on, Frost? Why are you trying to keep yourself awake?" he asked gently. Frost frowned, feeling that familiar weight on his chest. He sighed as he gently pushed his mug aside, staring down at his hands.

"I...." his first instinct was to lie, try to say nothing was going on, but he knew Hit wouldn't fall for it so easily, "....I've been having these nightmares. And....it makes me not want to go back to sleep."

"What were they about?" Hit asked. The ice-jin remained silent, trying to find the best words to describe it, but found it was more difficult than he realized. He didn't want to talk about this at all....he just wanted to forget it happened. "I-I....I don't want to talk about this....I can't...." he said weakly. He already felt tears well up in his eyes, but he blinked them away. It wasn't often that Frost cried, but it was still something he tried to avoid. He especially didn't want to break down in front of his partner....

"Frost....you can tell me anything. You know that, don't you?" Hit said. He slowly reached out and gently held the ice-jin's hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You know I'll never judge you, or think of you differently. I'm just worried about you. And I want to help you." The assassin spoke in gentle, soothing voice, speaking just as genuine as he always did. He was always like this, always being kind and considerate, wanting to make Frost feel happy and safe. But it only made Frost's heart ache more....

"....but I don't deserve it."

Hit blinked, confused by the statement. The ice-jin sniffled, trying to blink away more tears as he spoke. He still couldn't bring himself to look at Hit's face. "I don't deserve your kindness....I don't deserve your love. Not after all the terrible things I've done, after the way I hurt all those people." Frost said. His voice was strained, struggling to keep himself composed. The assassin frowned, finally starting to understand what was going on. He didn't know exactly what happened in his dreams, but he had a good idea what was causing them now. It made sense....this has been an internal struggle Frost has been dealing with for quite some time. And he knew it would take time for him to make peace with himself.

"Frost....you're not that person anymore. You're better than that now." Hit stated, gently rubbing his partner's hand. But Frost pulled his hand away, clenching his fists even tighter. "But that's just it....it doesn't matter how much I want to change now," he stated, standing up from his seat, "the damage is done! I can't undo what I did! So how can I move on....how can I start a new life knowing I ruined thousands of people's lives! Maybe millions! What am I supposed to do?!" he snapped. His whole body began to tremble, his long tail flickering anxiously behind him. Frost tried desperately to swallow the lump in the back of his throat, but it refused to go away. He hated this feeling....this pit of despair he's brought upon himself. It just wouldn't go away....

The ice-jin stiffened when Hit gently took both his hands into his own, pulling him closer. Frost finally looked at the assassin's expression, seeing him give that warm, gentle smile. "I know it's not easy....I know you feel guilty for what you did. I've felt the same way after many of my jobs. Some of the people I've killed....didn't deserve to die. But you can't let this guilt eat at you like this, or it overpowers you. The most you can do is try to make peace with it, and do better in the future. That's an inevitable part of life; we make mistakes, and we learn from them." the assassin explained. Frost stared at his partner for a moment, looking at the kind, gentle expression he gave him.

The same expression that told him everything would be okay.

"But....but don't I deserve this? Don't I deserve to feel this guilt...?" the ice-jin said quietly.

"Frost...." The tears returned, building up in Frost's red eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. His lips trembled slightly, causing him to bite down on them. He wanted so desperately to cry, but did everything he could to keep his tears from escaping. A warm hand cupped Frost's cheek, and the ice-jin unconsciously leaned into the gentle touch, comforted by the warmth he felt. "It's okay to cry, Frost...." Hit said softly, almost in a whisper.

Those final words snapped the thin thread that held together his composure.

Frost finally burst into tears, soft sobs erupting from his throat as the tears cascaded down his cheeks. Hit didn't hesitate to pull his lover into his lap, holding him in a gentle embrace. Frost buried his face against the assassin's shoulder, his tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay." Hit said softly, rubbing his palm up and down the ice-jin's back. Frost's bodied trembled even more, his hands clutching onto the front of Hit's shirt as he cried. "I-I don't deserve this! I don't deserve redemption! I don't deserve this second chance! I'm just a monster...." Frost sobbed. Hit hugged his partner even tighter, shaking his head slowly. "That isn't true, Frost. If that were the case, you wouldn't be feeling this guilt at all. I promise, you're not the same person you used to be." he said reassuringly.

Frost slowly released Hit's shirt, and moved his arms to wrap around the assassin's torso, hugging him close. The assassin kissed the top of his lover's head, continuing to rub his back. "I know it's not easy to forgive yourself. And it may still take some time for you to find peace. But you can't give up on yourself like this. You'll only feel more miserable." he replied. The ice-jin sniffled, biting his lip to try and suppress anymore sobs that wanted to escape. "You're not alone either, Frost," Frost's eyes widened, momentarily frozen as he listen to his partner, "I'm here to help whenever you want. You can talk to me about your thoughts, ask me for advice, or if you simply want a shoulder to cry on....I'll always be here. No matter what." he stated. That's right....he wasn't alone. Hit was here. He was here make him feel better, and help him try to move on from his past. Frost had been alone for such a long time....he still wasn't used to having someone to rely on.

But he's not alone anymore....and he never would be again.

The ice-jin buried his face into Hit's chest, a new wave of sobs escaping his throat. He didn't want to bottle his these emotions anymore, he didn't want to deal with this guilt by himself. Right now, all he wanted was to cry in his lover's arms, and feel the comfort of his warmth envelope him. Hit didn't protest in the slightest, allowing the ice-jin to let himself go. "Shhh, it'll be okay, Frost....I promise...." The assassin knew this guilt wouldn't go away overnight. He understood this would be a long battle for Frost to face. But he'd stay right beside him, and help him every step of the way.

Hit wasn't sure how long they had been sitting in the kitchen. He didn't even know when Frost had stopped crying. But after awhile, he noticed the sudden silence in the room, and looked down. The ice-jin still held him close, but had his eyes shut, and was breathing gently. The assassin smiled, placing a gentle kiss on top of Frost's forehead before slowly standing up, carefully holding his partner close. Frost unconsciously moved his arms to wrap around Hit's neck, his tail loosely curling around the assassin's torso. Hit switched off the kitchen light before carefully carrying the slumbering ice-jin back upstairs, so he could bring him back to bed.

Frost didn't face anymore nightmares that night, and once again returned to a more peaceful sleeping schedule, always snuggled in the arms of the strong assassin.

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Goku let out a small sigh, looking out the window and watching the sky. Almost the entire sky was covered in dark, grey clouds, practically covering the whole city in a dark shadow. Rain had already started to pour harshly, splatting against the glass with loud "pangs". Any moment he was expecting there to be thunder and lightning, the news had been expecting it all week. But this gloomy weather wasn't why he was feeling a little down.

"You okay, Goku?" the saiyan perked up, looking to his left, seeing Krillin give him a concerned expression. He glanced around the table at his other friends, seeing they were all giving him similar looks. He had been invited to eat lunch with his friends again in the cafeteria, which was a normal part of his schedule. But today, he just wasn't feeling up to it very much. Still, he put on a smile, trying his best to look like his cheery self.

"Sorry guys, I'm fine, really. I just zoned out for a sec." he replied. "Are you sure? You've barely even touched your food though." Krillin stated, nudging Goku's plate a bit closer. It was true, the saiyan had barely even nibbled at his meal, which was far from normal for him. Goku blinked before giving a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh, guess I'm not that hungry...."

"....Goku are you dying or something? Tell us now." Yamcha asked.

"What?! No no no, it's nothing like that," Goku quickly said, waving his hands around before he let out a small, defeated sigh, "I'm sorry, I'm just....thinking about Frieza. I didn't see him show up to any of our classes, and when I tried to call him about it, he wouldn't pick up. All he's done is leave me a text saying 'Leave me alone'." the saiyan explained. For awhile now, Frieza and Goku had been in a relationship, one they were both incredibly happy with. But this sudden change in behavior was very confusing to Goku, and he couldn't help but be concerned for his partner. "You guys see us together, right? Have I said or done something to upset him? I feel like I made him mad...."

"I don't think so. Nothing I can think of anyway. You guys usually seem pretty happy whenever you're together." Yamcha replied. Vegeta scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe. But we're all aware that Kakarot has done his fair share of stupid things, and Frieza can be easily agitated. If you did do something to anger him, I wouldn't be surprised." he stated. "Well what should I do? I wanna go talk to him, but I don't wanna bug him either. I can't tell if he needs space, or if I should say something." Goku said with a frown. He released a heavy sigh and pulled out his phone, seeing there weren't any other new messages, just the one sentence that made his heart swell a little.

"Knowing Frieza, if he is mad at you, he won't want to see you. But I think you should try talking with him. It'll be better to work out whatever this is sooner rather than later." Piccolo stated. Krillin nodded. "Yeah, in fact maybe take your chance now, before the next class begins. He's probably still in his dorm." he stated. The saiyan perked up, looking around at his friends in surprise, seeing most of them wore supporting smiles (except for Vegeta, who was too proud to express something that mushy). It made Goku smile in turn, standng up from his seat and nodding.

"Okay then, I'll go talk to him then."

* * * *

It only took about five minutes to walk to Frieza's dorm, slowly approaching the door. As he got closer, he could hear the crashing thunder from outside the building. It was a lot louder than he expected it to be, and he wondered how long it would last. But he gave his head a slight shake, pushing the thought aside to return to the task at hand. Once he was in front of the door, he hesitated slightly before raising a hand and knocking on it. "Hey Frieza? Are you in there?" he called out. There wasn't a response. Goku frowned. "He's not trying to ignore me, is he?" he thought. He knocked again, a little louder this time. "Frieza, can we talk-"

"I told you to leave me alone."

The saiyan paused, a little surprised at the response. It sounded like Frieza was trying to speak sternly, but he noticed the slight tremble in his voice, even from outside the room. If anything, it further peaked his curiosity, causing him to raise a brow. "Look, Frieza, I'm not sure why you want to be alone....but if I did something to make you angry or upset, I'm sorry. Please, can I come inside?" Goku asked. There wasn't an immediate response, but eventually the ice-jin did speak again. "....I'm not mad at you. I just need to be alone." he stated.

"But why? Why lock yourself in your room like this? I'm surprised you even decided to miss class. Is something going on?" Goku asked, continuing to become persistent. If Frieza wasn't mad, then why would he want to be alone? Was he hurt or something? Sick maybe? The saiyan only got a moment to think of the possibilities before he heard a frustrated growl from inside, making him flinch. "Goku, just....leave me alone, okay? Just go." Frieza demanded. "No, I'm not leaving. Not till I know what's wrong. If you really don't want me to come in, then I won't. But at least tell me what's wrong." the saiyan insisted.

"Nothing is wrong! Just go away!" Frieza growled.

"I don't believe you! Tell me what's wrong! Please?"

"For the last time, there's nothing wrong! Just go-"

*CRASH*

Another crash of thunder boomed from outside, and Goku swore he felt the building shake a little from it. But what surprised him the most was the loud whimper he heard from inside, and how silent Frieza suddenly became. It made Goku blink, and he almost spoke up to ask the ice-jin to let him inside, but upon hearing another whimper he took it upon himself to grab the door knob. He was a little surprised to find it was unlocked, but didn't think about it long and opened the door, stepping inside. The room was dark, with only a small night light plugged into the wall providing any sort of light. The curtains were drawn, although the flashes of lightning still peered through the fabric once in awhile. The saiyan glanced around the room until he spotted Frieza's bed....only to see a figure hiding under the blanket, covering themselves entirely.

Whoever hid underneath the blanket was trembling violently, but Goku didn't think it was all that cold in this room. He closed the door behind him and slowly crept towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. "Frieza...?" he said. A low growl came from under the blanket, and the saiyan could recognize right away that it was his ice-jin. "I said go away....leave me alone...." all anger had left the ice-jin's voice, and it now sounded like quiet desperation. He also took notice of how watery his voice sounded, as if he had been crying. Goku frowned, becoming concerned for his partner. He reached out and gently pulled the blanket off the ice-jin.

Frieza did indeed sit there, hugging his knees to his chest and his long tail curled around his body. He kept his face buried in his knees, refusing to look at the saiyan. "Frieza....are you okay?" Goku asked softly. He instinctively reached out and began to rub his palm across Frieza's back. The ice-jin tensed at the touch, but did nothing to push him away. He'd never admit it, but he was secretly glad Goku came to see him....he didn't want to be alone, even if he felt ashamed to be seen like this.

"You....y-you weren't supposed to see me l-like this...." Frieza murmured in a shaky tone. The saiyna was still confused, tilting his head slightly. "I don't understand....Frieza, what's going on-"

*CRASH*

The booming thunder made Frieza tremble violently, letting out a whimper of fear and throwing his hands up to cover his ears. Goku blinked, watching the strange behavior before glancing at the window. It only took a few seconds for the saiyan to put two and two together, looking back at the ice-jin in surprise. "Frieza....are you afraid of thunder?" he asked. Frieza didn't reply right away. He couldn't....the lump in the back of his throat made it difficult to speak. But eventually he gave a small nod, keeping his tear stained face buried in his knees. "It's pathetic....to think a storm like this....is enough to frighten me...." he murmured.

Slowly but surely, everything was starting to make sense. Frieza had probably been dreading this storm ever since it was predicted on the weather forecast. It was probably why he didn't show up to class at all, or even stepped out of his dorm; he didn't want to leave the safety of his room. And Frieza, being the prideful man he was, probably wouldn't want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state....not even Goku.

"So that's why he wanted me to leave him alone...." the saiyan thought. Another crash of thunder erupted outside, making the ice-jin flinch and cover his ears once more. Goku frowned, scooting closer to his partner, not once stopping his hand from rubbing his back. "Frieza, it's okay. You don't have anything to be ashamed about. A lot of people are scared of thunder." the saiyan explained. But the ice-jin slowly shook his head, his body curling in on itself even more. "It doesn't matter....I-I shouldn't be afraid. I-I shouldn't let this scare me...." he stuttered. "Everyone is scared of something, Frieza. There's nothing to shameful about it. Your fear just happens to be thunder. You know I'm afraid of needles, right? And Vegeta doesn't like bugs. There's always something people are afraid of." the saiyan explained. A smile started to spread across his face, moving his hand to rub the top of Frieza's head.

"And it's not shameful to want support when you're scared....you could've called me much sooner. I could stay up here with you, so you won't be alone." he stated. That response made Frieza's eyes widen, surprised by his partner's words. He slowly raised his head and finally looked at the saiyan, small tears streaming down his cheeks. His heart only melted upon seeing the kind smile on Goku's face. "You....you would really stay with me?"

"Of course. Without a doubt." Goku replied, not even needing to think about it. Frieza sniffled, slowly lowering his knees and letting out a small sigh. He opened his mouth to speak - but another crash of lightning boomed outside.

Without hesitation, Frieza lunged forward and clung onto Goku, gripping his shirt tightly and burying his face into his chest. The saiyan blinked in surprise, but didn't hesitate to hold his partner in a warm embrace and the ice-jin began to cry, softly sobbing into his shirt. "Shhh, it's okay, Frieza. You're okay." Goku whispered softly, rubbing his back with his palm. Frieza continued to weep, eyes screwed shut and trembling violently in the saiyan's arms. He just wanted to feel safe and secure, and Goku always made him feel that way....how could he even think about pushing away his saiyan? This fear he was feeling was irrational, he knew that, but it didn't make it feel any less real....

"....I-I'm scared." Frieza said weakly, and a new wave of sobs escaped his throat.

"Shhh, shhh, I know you are. But it's okay. You're safe with me, I promise." Goku said gently. Another crash of lightning boomed outside, causing Frieza to whimper in fear. The saiyan gently hushed him, kissing the top of his head. Eventually he came up with an idea. He pushed back the blanket a bit before carefully manuvering both their bodies, laying on his back while laying Frieza beside him, with his head resting on his chest. The ice-jin gripped Goku's shirt tighter as the saiyan grabbed the blanket and draped it over them both. "Just close your eyes....try to relax." Goku said softly. Frieza gave a small nod, closing his eyes and trying to think of something else to focus on....

Hearing Goku's heartbeat was a good start. He focused his attention on the soft thudding he felt against his chest. Strangely enough, it slowly put him at ease, almost sounding like a peaceful song that brought him to his happy place. And his warmth....Frieza felt incredibly warm, cuddling against the saiyan and feeling his body heat radiate off his strong figure. It too brought him comfort, causing him to let out a content sigh and nuzzle his cheek against him. The saiyan still whispered comforting words into his ear, occassionally kissing the top of his head. It finally made Frieza smile, curling against his partner. He didn't even notice the next boom of thunder, having completely tuned it out to focus on the pleasant presence of Goku.

It wasn't long till his tears had finally dried, and he soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber....

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"Man, I can hardly believe it," Yamcha stated as he and his new husband entered their shared bedroom, grinning from ear to ear, "we're finally married! It's crazy to think I got to marry someone as gorgeous as you!" Frieza chuckled as he closed and locked the door behind him, approaching his human with a loving expression. "Indeed, it truly is a surreal feeling. Although, I can't help but feel *I'm* the lucky one, my dear~" he purred. The taller man gazed down at his lover with admiration, wrapping his arms around his middle while Frieza looped his arms around his neck. "That's just not possible - no one is luckier than I am." he stated. The prince chuckled, opening his mouth to argue, but was silenced by a passionate kiss.

This truly had been a dream come true for both of them. It was funny how their relationship started; a stable boy hired to work for King Cold and his family, including his son, Prince Frieza. No one would've expected them to have such great chemistry, but it wasn't long till the two had fallen in love. King Cold even supported their relationship, despite Yamcha being a commoner. Within a year, they finally got married, having a wonderful ceremony and party to enjoy with their friends and family. But now everything had died down, and it was just the two of them alone....and now only one thing was left to solidify the marriage.

"So, I suppose now we come to the most intimate part...." Frieza murmured softly, slowly trailing a single finger down Yamcha's chest. Both the ice-jin's soft voice and touch sent a delightful shiver down the human's spine, making him all the more excited.

"Absolutely. But, before we do that, would it bother you if I freshed up a little bit first? I wanna be in the best condition for my husband." Yamcha replied, taking Frieza's hand and kissing the top of it. A smile spread across the prince's face, but he pretended to pout nonetheless. "Oh very well - but don't keep me waiting too long, handsome~" he purred. "Trust me, I wouldn't dream of it." with that said, Yamcha excused himself to their personal bathroom, which just happened to be in their bedroom. The moment the door was closed, Frieza let out a nervous breath.

Despite the confidence he projected, he couldn't have been more nervous. He and Yamcha have never gone farther than just some light teasing in the past; they both wanted to wait till the night of their wedding to actually go all the way. Now that the night was actually here, Frieza couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Not because he didn't want this - he most certainly did, he knew that. And he knew Yamcha would never hurt him. But the prince was too embarrassed to admit he was rather....inexperienced. Entirely. He's never been interested in other lovers until Yamcha came into his life, and he never liked the idea of concubines or prostitutes, so there was never a reason for him to have those desires.

He wasn't naive, he knew *how* sex worked....but he didn't know how it would feel. That type of vulnerability wasn't something he was used to. Even so, he moved his gaze to the fireplace nearby, taking a deep breath in and out, trying to ease his thoughts. He knew in the end, it would be a wonderful experience - he just needed to allow himself to enjoy it.

Frieza almost jumped when he heard the door open - and his eyes went wide at the sight he saw.

Yamcha now wore nothing but a towel around his waist, leaving the rest of his well-toned body in view for his eyes to drink in. Heat immediately overtook Frieza's cheeks, and he couldn't help blushing bright red. Yamcha smiled, enjoying the surprised expression on his husband's face. "Not what you expected, huh?" he said with a cocky smirk. The prince gave him a glare, though it held no real anger in it. "No, it wasn't. I'll admit, you know how to catch me off guard." he replied grumpily. "Aww, don't like what you see?" the human said with a chuckle. Frieza turned away and folded his arms across his chest, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "....I never said that."

He gasped slightly when a pair of hands came around from behind him, unclipping the front of his cape and letting it fall onto the floor. "Good, I'd hate to disappoint you~" Yamcha's warm breath tickled the back of his neck, making the prince shiver. Yamcha moved his hands to Frieza's waist, gently caressing his sides, to which the ice-jin purred in approval. The body heat of his human was nothing short of incredible against his cold skin. However he yelped when he was suddenly lifted off his feet and carried bridal style towards the bed. "Goodness, you certainly know how to take control~" Frieza replied, trying to play off the startled reaction.

"Yep. Hope that's acceptable to you, your highness." Yamcha replied, carefully laying his husband onto the bed. The prince smiled as his human crawled on top of him, tossing his towel aside. "By all means, feel free to continue, my dear Yamcha~" the human took this as an invitation to kiss him, putting all his love and passion between the movements of his lips. As they kissed, Frieza's hands began to wander, feeling his partner's well toned muscles along his chest and stomach. With the kind of body he had, Yamcha definitely had the potential to be more than just a stable boy; Frieza was actually a little surprised he wasn't some sort of fighter.

Yamcha's own hands began to wander, traveling along his chest and stomach, pausing to lightly trace bio-gem on his chest, before he moved to the base of his tail. He wrapped his hand around it and gave a gentle squeeze, carefully massaging it. Frieza's breath hitched, his eyes slipping shut as the sensitive limb was touched. He broke the kiss and leaned his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips. With his neck more exposed, Yamcha took the chance to latch onto his neck and suck firmly onto his sweet spot. Frieza couldn't help but whimper, his tail twitching as pleasure slowly over took his senses. He could already feel his cloaca build up with heat from the slight stimulation on his body.

"Yamcha...." Frieza murmured breathlessly.

The hand that stroked Frieza's tail slowly moved upwards, and began to rub the smooth skin of his crotch. The prince tensed slightly at the touch, his nerves finally returning when realizing his most sensitive area was being touched. Still, he let out a shaky breath and remained still, trying his best to relax and enjoy the moment. Yamcha noticed the sudden tenseness in his body, and gave his partner another kiss, this one softer than the last. More reassuring.

"Just relax....if you need me to stop, just tell me. Okay?" Yamcha said softly, giving his husband a gentle expression. Frieza stared at his human's gentle, dark eyes for a moment for before he silently nodded, and pulled Yamcha down for another kiss. Yamcha continued to stimulate the prince's cloaca, rubbing against him with just the right pressure. It wasn't long till Frieza shuddered, his body opening up for his human to do as he pleased. Yamcha slowly his hand a little lower, moving past where Frieza's member remained, and instead moved to his cloacal entrance. He experimentally pushed the tip of his finger inside, causing the prince to whimper. The human paused, worried he had hurt his husband, but Frieza slightly bucked his hips, encouraging him to continue.

He openly moaned as his whole finger slipped inside, and instinctively he gripped the bedsheets beneath him. "Whoa....I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting you to feel so tight." Yamcha murmured with a smile, curling his finger along the prince's inner walls, causing more pleasured sounds to slip past Frieza's lips. A second finger was added, carefully stretching him out for what was to come later. Frieza continued to pant and moan softly, staring up at his human with half lidded eyes. "Y-Yamcha...." he had meant to say something, but the pleasure had begun to cloud his mind, and he forgot entirely what he wanted to say. Instead, all he could focus on was the pleasure his human was bringing him - and they hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.

It felt like all too soon till his fingers were removed, and he whined at the loss - only for his breath to hitch when feeling something much larger tease his entrance.

"He feels so large....will it even fit?" the thought made him admittedly very nervous. Frieza didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Yamcha's neck and pull him closer, wanting to feel more of his body warmth for comfort. His breaths already became more ragged, and his body trembled slightly. Yamcha paused his actions, smiling softly as he rubbed the back of his head. "You okay, beautiful?" he whispered softly. Frieza nodded, but he couldn't bring himself to look at his husband's face yet, so he instead buried it into the crook of his neck. "Y-Yes, I'm okay...." he mentally cursed himself for stuttering. However he began to relax as Yamcha's warm hands again caressed his waist, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle touch. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." Yamcha said reassuringly. Frieza believed him. He had no reason not to.

So, he exhaled before spreading his legs a bit wider, giving Yamcha permission to continue. The human carefully began to push himself into Frieza's tight entrance, pushing in inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside. Frieza whimpered at the intense feeling, his nails digging into Yamcha's back and tears pricking his eyes. It hurt more than he had expected - he felt stretched out far past than anything he would've imagined. Yamcha moved Frieza's head to kiss his lips, trying to distract him from the pain. He gave a few very slow thrusts, making sure his husband could adjust. The prince allowed it, pulling away and letting out a shaky breath as his tail coiled around Yamcha's leg. To his relief, the pain faded away within a few more thrusts, and instead immense pleasure began to overtake him.

The human noticed the pleasure expression on his husband's face, and continued with his slow pace, however he made a conscious effort to move *deep* within him. Frieza moaned to the ceiling, sparks of pleasure igniting within him everytime Yamcha's member rubbed against his sensitive inner walls. With the pain gone, the initial fear of penetration was over, and he could fully enjoy the experience of being taken fully. "Ahhh....ahhh....Y-Yamchaaa...."

Frieza's moans only spurred Yamcha's excitement even more, encouraged to drive more sounds out of his partner. He finally began to move faster and sharper than before. Frieza vocalized his delight, crying out as his sweet spot was discovered and struck over and over. Yamcha felt absolutely spoiled; here he was, getting the once in a lifetime opportunity to make love to the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. And he wouldn't deny that Frieza felt *wonderful*, his tight, warm walls hugging around his member so perfectly. It was moments like these that he wondered how he got so fortunate to be with this incredibly sexy man. "H-Harder....Yamcha...." Frieza whined. Yamcha happily obliged, gripping the ice-jin's hips as he thrusted harder, pounding into him. Frieza cried out once more, clinging onto his partner.

"Yamcha! Oh Yamcha!" The pleasure began to shake him to the core, causing his body to arch against his partner and his tail to coil tighter around his leg. It wasn't long till he felt a tension forming in his abdomen, soon becoming unbearable. "Y-Yamcha I'm gonna....oh Kami, I'm gonna...."

He was cut off by Yamcha biting down onto his neck, sending a pleasurable shock down his spine. It was enough to cause Frieza to cry out, his whole body trembling as he reached his release. Yamcha growled against Frieza's skin, enjoying his his tight walls clenched down around his member. Within a few more powerful thrusts, Yamcha had reached his own climax, hugging his husband tightly as he spilled inside of him. The prince shivered at the feeling, hugging back just as tightly. The couple remained that way for a few moments, panting hard as they tried to catch their breath. It was nice, really, basking in the afterglow of their climax together, simply enjoying each other's warmth and presence.

A small smile spread across Frieza's lips as he finally went limp beneath the human, sinking into the mattress below him. "My goodness...." he murmured breathlessly. Yamcha smiled down at his partner, gently cupping his cheek with a warm hand. "You alright, Frieza?" he asked softly. The prince nodded as he leaned into his husband's touch. "Yes, I'm alright. I'm wonderful." he purred. Yamcha's smile widened as he laid beside the ice-jin, gently running a hand up and down his stomach. "That was incredible. *You* were incredible." he stated. Frieza chuckled as he turned over on his side. "I hardly did a thing, my dear Yamcha. You were the one that was incredible." he said matter-of-factly, once again tracing the muscles on his partner's chest. "It didn't hurt too much?" Yamcha asked.

"It was rather intense, but you knew how to be gentle - and I appreciate that immensely." he replied. "Well of course, I wanted both of us to enjoy it." Yamcha wrapped his arms around his husband and pulled him in for a warm embrace, and they both sighed in content. Neither of them could imagine a better moment than right now, resting comfortably in each other's arms. Frieza especially enjoyed the heat that radiated off his human. But more importantly, he enjoyed the warmth that also enveloped his heart at that moment. "I'd ask if you wanna go again, but I don't wanna wear you out too much." Yamcha replied with a smirk. Frieza chuckled, raising a brow as he looked up at his human.

"And who says I wouldn't be up for it?"

That response made both of them smile, and they once again engaged in a passionate kiss. However before they went further, Frieza broke the kiss to look into Yamcha's eyes.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too, Frieza."

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"V-Vegeta...." Frieza stuttered, a slight shiver running down his spine. Despite how tough and strong the Saiyan was, he was being surprisingly gentle with his touches, running his warm hands up and down his small body. A gasp escaped his lips when Vegeta grasped the base of his tail, squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure. "Does this feel good, Frieza?" the Saiyan whispered in his ear, trailing kisses down his neck. Frieza whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets below him. "Y-Yes...." he murmured.

"Then shall I got further?" the question made Frieza's cheeks blush brightly. He swallowed nervously before he nodded. A shaky breath escaped his lips as Vegeta's hand trailed down his stomach, and started to go between his legs....

* * * *

Frieza gasped loudly, shooting upright from his bed. He panted hard, his heart pounding out of his chest and struggling to calm down. He frantically looked around the dark room, only to sigh when he saw it was just him here. No one else was here....not certainly not Vegeta. The emperor wiped sweat from his brow and lightly smacked his cheeks, trying to make the intense heat on his face calm down some.

"Another dream...." he murmured. Yes, that's all it was. Another dream....different but also the same as the others he's had the past few weeks. He and Vegeta in his bed, always seeming to have some sort of sexual encounter. And everytime after he awoke, he'd feel both relieved and disappointed. A part of him always wanted those to keep going, to see what would happen next. But he didn't understand *why* he was having these dreams to begin with, or why he wanted them to continue. It was a bizarre type of torture, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

"Dammit all...." he growled under his breath. He laid back down onto the bed and threw the blankets back over him. But for the rest of the night, he simply laid awake, unable to go back to sleep....

* * * *

"Are you feeling alright, my lord?" Berryblue asked. It was the next day, and Frieza had just finished his daily routine of checking the ship's systems and going over some reports. With the lack of sleep he's been having lately, these tasks were becoming more draining than he'd like, but pushed through nonetheless. Although his more tired appearance hadn't gone unnoticed; many of his soldiers and workers did their best to follow his orders so as not to irritate the already agitated emperor. To their surprise, he had yet to kill anyone out of anger yet.

"I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well last night, that's all...." Frieza stated. He and the older woman were in the command bridge, giving him a moment to rest while. "You've been saying that for the past few weeks, my lord. Has something specific been keeping you up?" Berryblue asked. "No." A blatant lie, one they both knew all too well, but the woman knew better than to push her master too far, despite the strange 'friendship' they had.

"Very well. I was merely concerned is all." Berryblue replied. Frieza sighed, resting his head in his palm. He was half tempted to just return to his room and take a nap. But he couldn't afford to pass out too long during the day and miss his other duties. Besides, he was also half concerned that he'd have another dream....

He was zoning out so much, he didn't even hear the door open behind him. "I've returned, Frieza." The emperor immediately snapped out of his thoughts, and turned his little hover chair around; sure enough, there stood the Saiyan prince, arms folded across his chest. There was a bit of dirt on his armor, but otherwise he appeared unharmed, which was to be expected. "Ah, Vegeta," Frieza floated the chair closer to his subordinate, wearing a pleased grin, "you're back sooner than I expected. I didn't think you would return till next week - I suppose this means your mission was a success?" Vegeta scoffed. "Of course it was, why wouldn't it? The pathetic life forms on that planet didn't stand a chance - they surrendered before we even killed a single person. Kinda sad actually, I was expecting at least one of them to put up a fight." he stated.

"I see. Well I must say it's nice to have a society cooperate so nicely for once; it becomes tiresome to constantly have the bodies cleaned up before we can sell the planet." Frieza stated. He noticed the Saiyan's companions weren't at his side for once, causing him to tilt his head. "Have Raditz and Nappa not returned yet?"

"They were on their way, but spotted one of Cooler's planets nearby - I insisted they overtake it in your name." Vegeta stated with a smirk. Frieza laughed, tail curling contently behind him. "Very good, Vegeta! I'm quite pleased with your continued devotion to me." he stated. The Saiyan rolled his eyes and turned his head away. "Don't get carried away, I just thought it'd be fun to piss off Cooler. That's all." he stated. Frieza nodded.

"Yes of course, I understand." this was a common thing Vegeta would do; go above and beyond the tasks Frieza would ask of him, only to say it was for his own benefit or amusement. Even so, the two did seem to have a bizarre friendship of sorts; they respected each other as boss and servant, but didn't act like it in the slightest. Vegeta never talked nearly as formally to Frieza as the others did, so much so that he was the *only* person who didn't address him as 'lord' - and surprisingly, Frieza allowed this. In fact, he almost seemed to approve of it. And despite Vegeta being a Saiyan (a race Frieza despises with all his being) he seemed to enjoy the prince's company, and would treat him with the proper respect he deserved.

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now. Let me know when there's another mission." Vegeta stated. "Indeed, I'll be sure to inform you when one comes up." Frieza replied. With that said, Vegeta left the room without another word, but not before he flashed a small smirk in Frieza's direction. The emperor turned away from the entrance, not realizing his smile was widening. That Saiyan really was an interesting man, far more interesting to talk to than any of his other subordinates. He was also admittedly good looking, especially for a monkey....

"My lord, I believe you are blushing~" Berryblue said with a mischievous grin. Frieza blinked, just now noticing the heat on his cheeks, causing him to growl and slap his face lightly.

"I am not! It's just warm in this room, that's all." he stated. However the amused smile on the older woman's face already told him she didn't believe him. "Forgive me if I'm overstepping boundaries, but I'm quite curious - do you have feelings for Vegeta?" she asked. That made Frieza's eyes widen, and his blush only got worse. "NO! Grrrgh, don't be ridiculous! Why would I feel any sort of attraction towards a primate like him?!" he growled. Berryblue shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps because of the rather unique relationship you two possess; the little banter you exchange from time to time, the looks you give one another, and the unusually high respect you hold for one another, despite how casual you speak to one another. It's just a little....different, from the typical master and servant bond, don't you agree?" she explained. Frieza blinked, taken aback by her words. But it's not as if she was wrong....that was exactly how their interactions were like. He sighed, looking away to avoid eye contact. "I....I suppose there's some truth to that...."

"You know, my lord....there's no shame in having those sorts of feelings towards someone."

"Vegeta is my subordinate, and I am his master," Frieza stated sharply, "even if I had these supposed 'feelings' you made up, such a relationship would be inappropriate. It could even cause more issues in the future." Berryblue hummed. "I suppose that's a possibility. But I fail to see how such limitations have stopped you from doing as you please in the past." she stated. Frieza frowned. Maybe it was true....*maybe* he had some sort of attraction towards Vegeta. But even if he did, if he allowed himself to expose those feelings to the Saiyan, he would rather they be returned from genuine interest back....not because he was his boss.

"....there is nothing between me and that Saiyan, so can we please avoid discussing this subject?" Frieza's tone had dropped to being low and serious. Berryblue shrugged. "Very well. But if I may say one final piece of advice; I believe it's usually better to confront your feelings rather than avoid them." she stated. The emperor wa silent for a moment before he nodded. Then he hovered his chair towards the exit of the room, about to float down the hallway.

"Come. There are still many tasks for us to finish" the older woman nodded and followed her master out of the room.

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Later that night, Frieza was back in his bed, tossing and turning. However he couldn't sleep, no matter how much he tried. Too many thoughts consumed his mind; was what Berryblue said true? Should he really confront these feelings he has towards the Saiyan? He sighed as he sat up, rubbing at his face. Even now, he couldn't stop thinking about Vegeta....the tall, spiky black hair, the muscles that showed through his jumpsuit, that cocky smirk, and those dark, intimidating eyes....

Frieza blinked, realization slamming into him like a semi-truck. Was *this* why he was having those dreams....because of these feelings he had towards Vegeta?!

"GRRRRGH!! No wonder!!" he growled, slamming his tail into the mattress. Good lord, this was worse than he realized. If he really was having these constant dreams about the Saiyan, then his attraction was borderlining to obsession! He needed to figure out what to do, or he'd continue to have sleepless nights for who knows how long?! But what could he do?! These feelings weren't just going to go away! He needed to find some way to appease himself....

"It's usually better to confront your feelings rather than avoid them."

Berryblue's words came to mind, slowly repeating themselves over and over in his head. He had a feeling he knew what she meant by that....the best way to confront them would be to tell Vegeta himself. But that idea wasn't ideal; there was no way Vegeta would return his feelings, and all he'd end up doing is making himself look like a fool. He'd lose all respect of the Saiyan, and the two would lose their bizarre friendship. He didn't want to compromise that....but if these feelings continued to build up anyway, who's to say he wouldn't make things worse by trying to hide it? Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.

Perhaps....perhaps he just needs one night of passion with the Saiyan. Maybe that'll put these feelings of his behind him, and he can move past this phase. It seems that's what his subconscious wants, considering the dreams he's been having. But who was to say Vegeta would even consent to such a thing? He didn't want to force the Saiyan into such a situation, but maybe a one night stand would be easier than saying he actually liked him? He had no idea....but one way or another, he needed to talk to Vegeta. Even if he dreaded the idea with all his heart.

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It wasn't long till Vegeta approached the entrance to Frieza's personal quarters, raising a brow in confusion. Frieza has never contacted him in the middle of the night like this; and he has certainly never called him to his personal quarters before. He had no idea what the emperor wanted to discuss with him. Maybe a new mission had become available, and it was top secret? Despite his confusion he knocked on the door and spoke.

"Frieza, it's me."

"....come in."

Vegeta opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. He had never seen Frieza's quarters before, but it was more or less what he had envisioned; a large, fancy bed covered in soft blankets and pillows, a large couch put to the side, a coffee table sitting in front of the couch, and what seemed like a personal bathroom at the other side of the room. Frieza was staring out the large window at the back wall, looking at the shimmering stars that covered the empty darkness of space. He held a single glass of wine in his hand, swirling it slightly.

"Frieza? What's going on? What's all this about?" Vegeta asked. There was no annoyance or irritation in his tone; just genuine confusion. Frieza turned to face the Saiyan, but couldn't bring himself to look him in the eye. His expression seemed....nervous, maybe?

"Thank you for coming, Vegeta. I apologize for calling you so late, and to my own quarters for that matter. But....I need to discuss something with you."

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Vegeta gave the short ice-jin a puzzled expression, folding his arms across his chest. "You need to discuss something with me? Like what? Is it about another mission?" he inquired. Frieza's eyes narrowed, keeping his gaze to the floor as he shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. This is about something a bit more....personal." it seemed like the emperor could barely get the last word past his lips, and the Saiyan was surprised to see a blush overtake Frieza's cheeks. Was he embarrassed? Or nervous? Maybe both? Either way, it was very out of character for him. Still, Vegeta remained where he was and nodded. "Okay then....I'm listening."

Frieza took a quick sip of his wine before he let out an uneasy sigh, pacing around the room. He found it incredibly difficult to stand still for more than a few seconds. "Vegeta, I....what I'm about to say is rather....difficult for me. Even so, I would deeply appreciate if you didn't interrupt or judge me until I have finished speaking....is that possible?" he asked. Vegeta spoke without even thinking. "Yeah. I can do that." he stated. The nervous knot in Frieza's stomach loosened slightly, but it wasn't enough to cease his pacing. He couldn't believe he was about to say this, or ask of this of his subordinate....maybe he should stop now, before it was too late.

"You see Vegeta, I...." he paused and bit his lip. How the hell was he supposed to say this?! Hey Vegeta, I have feelings for you, but can't tell if they're real or not, mind sleeping with me to test it? Good lord, this was a much more stupid idea than he realized. But he was too deep in to stop it now....what the hell was he supposed to do-

"Frieza," the emperor snapped out of his panicked thoughts and whipped his head towards the Saiyan, who wore a surprisingly kind smile, "whatever you need to say, don't stress over it too much. Just say what you need to say." he stated. Frieza's eyes widened, surprised by the patience and reassurance he was given. It wasn't like Vegeta at all....even so, he couldn't have appreciated it more than that very moment.

The emperor quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure to the best of his ability. "Yes, well, you see....something has been on my mind for quite awhile now. Something that can't seem to go away, no matter how much I try to ignore it. It seems to be some sort of....I suppose infatuation, or attraction would be the best ways to describe it," he blushed brighter as he spoke, but continued nonetheless, "and well, these feelings seem to be directed....towards you." Frieza paused to gauge Vegeta's reaction. The Saiyan prince blinked, seemingly surprised by the confession. Frieza held his breath, waiting to hear some sort of harsh rejection, or maybe a remark of disgust. Instead, he got an amused chuckle and a smirk.

"Is that your way of saying you like me?" he asked casually. Frieza again blinked, taken aback by how calmly Vegeta had taken the news. Even so, he blushed brighter and nodded.

"Erm, yes, I suppose that's the most accurate way of putting it. However, I've come to have a little dilenma about these feelings....I cannot decipher if they are genuine, or it's simply some sort of phase," he paused to take another sip of wine, letting out a small sigh before he continued, "so, I'd like to put these 'feelings' through a test of sorts, to see if they are truly genuine. And I believe the best way to go about it is....to have physical relations." Now *that* earned a much more shocked and serious reaction from the Saiyan, his arms lowering to his sides and raising a brow at the emperor. He didn't seem disgusted or angry at least....in fact, Frieza couldn't tell exactly how he felt, and it bothered him.

He set his wine glass on the table nearby and slowly walked up to the Saiyan. "Now, something you need to understand thoroughly....what I am about to ask of you is not an order, or command, or demand in any way. It is a *favor*, one that you can refuse at any time. There would be no negative consequences for your rejection, you will not be treated differently than before, and you have no need to feel obligated. I want true consent....I do not wish to abuse my power to force this. Especially now with you." Frieza spoke as seriously as he possibly could, to make sure Vegeta understood that he meant every word. Vegeta remained silent the entire time, listening the emperor's words carefully. And once he had finished, he gave a firm nod.

"Now, what I want....is to have an intimate experience with you tonight. And if by the end of it, I still have these feelings towards you, then I believe they will be proven to be genuine." Vegeta again nodded, looking at the ice-jin curiously. "And if/when you do realize they're real, what will you do then?"

"....I don't know yet. If you're concerned that I'll harm you somehow, then don't be. I don't plan to punish you for anything I might or might not feel." Frieza sighed, placing his hands behind his back and looking to the floor, still too nervous to look Vegeta in the eye, "I understand what I'm asking for is not only bizarre, but also inappropriate. But, I also can't seem to ignore them, and this was the best solution I could come up with....as I said, you have every right to turn down my favor and leave now. If you so chose it, we can pretend this conversation never happened, and forget about it now-"

He was cut off by hands cupping his cheeks and tilting his head up. Then warm lips were pressed against his own.

Frieza froze, beyond shocked by Vegeta's actions. He had always envisioned this kiss in his dreams....but he never realized just how warm his lips felt, and how well they molded against his own. He wasn't still dreaming now, was he? He pinched his arm, *hard*, and flinched at the pain he felt. This was real....this was happening.

Vegeta pulled away after a moment, giving a smirk to the now blushing emperor. "I don't think I'd mind going along with this. Besides, it's not like you're the only one with a curious interest." he replied. Frieza's eyes widened. He....he felt attracted to him as well? Sure, Frieza never saw himself as ugly or repugnent (by all means, he was actually quite prideful of his looks), but still, he never imagined a Saiyan would take interest in him, much less Vegeta. But, at the very least, this made this favor he requested a little less embarrassing.

"I-I see, well then....I suppose that settles it." Frieza replied. Vegeta nodded before placing his hands on Frieza's waist and pulling him a little closer. Frieza blushed a little brighter; sometimes he forgot that in his first form, he was a little shorter than the Saiyan prince (when in his final form, they'd be around the same height) but being this close, that fact just became that much more clear. "So then....how do you wanna do this?" Vegeta asked. Frieza glanced away, his long tail flickering anxiously. In his dreams, Vegeta would always be the one to take control, and act as the 'dominant' one between the two of them....so maybe they should do it just like that?

"I believe....it would be better if you took control," Vegeta raised a brow, a little surprised by the suggestion, "feel free to lead the way....and do as you wish."

Frieza's tail hid between his legs as he spoke, and he began to hide his face in Vegeta's chest to avoid looking up. He felt both embarrased and nervous, but....it was what he wanted. Frieza knew that much. "....are you sure? You're okay being that....vulnerable?" Vegeta spoke seriously, wanting to make sure the emperor meant what he said. Frieza gave a shy nod. "Yes....as long as it's with you, then I don't mind."

"....alright then." Frieza yelped in surprise as he was suddenly lifted off the floor, but was immediately silenced by warm lips pressed against his own. He only hesitated before he wrapped his arms around Vegeta's neck and kissed back, allowing him to carry him....wait, where was he carrying him? His question was answered when he opened his eyes, watching as the Saiyan sat on the edge of his bed, adjusting Frieza so that he was straddling his lap. The emperor's eyes widened, not expecting to be put in such a position - it was honestly a little embarrassing. Vegeta broke the kiss and smirked. "This okay with you, Frieza?" he asked, slight amusement lacing his tone from the emperor's flushed expression. Frieza huffed slightly for being mocked, but nodded. "Yes, it's acceptable....you may continue."

Another kiss stole his breath, this time far more passionate than before. Frieza shut his eyes tight, whimpering slightly as he felt the Saiyan's tongue glide across his own. He hugged Vegeta a little tighter, finding the kiss surprisingly enjoyable. The emperor wasn't *quite* so inexperienced, he's kissed others before - but has never had a kiss like this before, especially one he didn't have control of. It wasn't long till Vegeta broke the kiss and moved lower, growling lightly as he nibbled and bit Frieza's neck. The action made the emperor shiver, but he tilted his head to the side to further expose more of his neck. He was rewarded with Vegeta's tongue trailing up against the sensitive skin, until he reached his jawline, causing a soft moan to escape Frieza's lips.

Vegeta wordlessly grabbed Frieza's armor and carefully pulled it off and over his head, then tossed it aside; now leaving the only piece of clothing he wore to be the black spandex bottom he wore. Frieza blushed brighter as Vegeta carefully leaned him back, kissing and nipping at his bare chest. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, despite how nervous he felt. It wasn't necessarily his first sexual experience, but it was the first time he allowed his partner *complete* control. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking to not have control, and be at someone else's mercy. He tensed slightly when one of Vegeta's hands slowly trailed down his stomach, coming close to touching his crotch. He couldn't help but squirm a little.

"I hardly see how it's fair to leave me so exposed when you yourself are still fully clothed." Frieza stated, struggling to keep his voice from trembling. Vegeta paused his actions, raising a brow before he smiled and nodded.

"I suppose that's true."

Again Frieza was picked up effortlessly, but this time Vegeta laid him on his back on the bed. The Saiyan prince gave him a quick kiss before standing up and began to undress. He kicked away his boots first, then peeled off his gloves before grabbing his armor and pulling it over his head. Frieza's eyes widened once he began to peel off the jumpsuit, revealing his well toned body and muscles, and soon he was in nothing but black boxers - and even those he removed almost casually, seemingly unphased by appearing nude in front of the emperor. Frieza swallowed as Vegeta came back to the bed and crawled on top of him, his smirk growing wider at the sight of the flustered ice-jin.

"This better?" he asked. The emperor didn't know how to respond, so he gave a silent nod. It wasn't as if he didn't like what he saw - by all means, Vegeta looked spectacular - but having the Saiyan naked and on top of him like this made the whole situation that much more *real*. Vegeta leaned down and captured Frieza's lips once more, and the emperor reciprocated it, reaching up and grasping onto Vegeta's shoulders. As they kissed, Vegeta's hand again traveled down his waist and went between his legs, rubbing against the spandex before moving it aside. Frieza's breath hitched when his fingers made contact with his skin, rubbing gently against him.

"V-Vegeta," Frieza murmured, panting slightly from the pleasurable touch, "d-do you....understand what t-to do...?" Frieza's race was rather rare, near extinct at this point. Meaning, not many people were aware they were hermaphrodites, or how their anatomy worked. He hadn't even considered that he might have to explain this to the Saiyan....however he was surprised when Vegeta nodded his head.

"Yeah, I do. I might've done a bit of research about your kind...." Frieza gave the Saiyan a surprised expression. He had researched on his species? Was he....preparing for this moment? He hardly had time to ponder that idea when his cloaca opened up, causing him to shiver. Vegeta took the chance to slip off the spandex and toss it aside, then spread the ice-jin's legs apart. Frieza turned his head away, embarrassed by the exposure. A shaky breath escaped him when Vegeta rubbed against the first opening, causing his member to peek through. The Saiyan continued to gently rub and stroke the sensitive organ as more of it revealed itself, causing Frieza to moan in pleasure. "Vegeta...." he moaned softly, eyes slipping shut as his mind became clouded with lust.

The prince continued to stroke Frieza's member a few more moments before going lower, and carefully dipping his finger into his entrance. This made the ice-jin whimper, eyes squeezing shut and tail curling around his leg. This reaction surprised Vegeta a little - almost as if Frieza wasn't use to being touched there. Still, he continued his actions, curling his finger inside. He was surprised by how tight the emperor felt, even with the slick developing in his cloaca. A question floated in his mind as he added a second finger, making Frieza moan once more. "Frieza," the ice-jin blinked his eyes open and tried to focus on the Saiyan, though with the pleasure he was making him feel it was admittedly difficult, "have you....done this before?"

Frieza blushed before turning his head away, biting his lip. "I-I....yes and no."

"Yes and no?" Vegeta repeated, confused by the response. He pulled his fingers out, giving a chance for Frieza to relax so he could properly explain. "I've....I've never been the 'bottom' in these situations before...." the emperor murmured, seemingly embarrassed by this information. The Saiyan gave an understanding nod; in other words, he had never been the one penetrated before....and he was allowing Vegeta to be his first. The prince suddenly took the whole thing more seriously, caressing Frieza's waist and giving him another kiss, this one softer and more reassuring. Frieza relaxed significantly, touching Vegeta's face as he kissed back. This was all just like in his dreams; the soft and passionate kisses, the gentle touches, it was all just as he had envisioned - but somehow better.

Vegeta broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down his neck, lowering to his chest, stomach, abdomen....until his head was resting between his legs. Frieza only had a few seconds to process his next move before he felt the Saiyan's tongue drag across his cloaca, making him throw his head back and gasp. "Vegeta!" he moaned. Vegeta continued with his actions, licking across the emperor's sensitive area before diving his tongue inside. Frieza whimpered and moaned in pleasure, his hands clutching onto the bedsheets below him. It was incredible how skilled the Saiyan was with just his tongue; he knew exactly where to touch him and drive him crazy. This feeling was only amplified when he felt a hand clutch the base of his tail and massage it gently, making it more difficult to lie still.

"Ahhh....ahhh....ohhh...." He briefly considered covering his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds escaping his lips, but the thought was quickly smothered away by another squeeze around his tail. It wasn't long till he felt a tightness form in his abdomen, just begging to be released. "V-Vegeta, y-you must stop....I-I'm close...." he stuttered. He didn't really want him to stop, but he had a feeling Vegeta wouldn't want him releasing in his mouth. But to his surprise, hearing this only seemed to further encourage the Saiyans actions, licking him even more and even tugging at his tail. Frieza's eyes hut tight, a needy whine escaping him. He tried to hold himself back, but it was all becoming too much....he finally cried out in pleasure as his climax hit him. Vegeta didn't move, lapping up as much of the emperor's essence as he could. Frieza panted hard as he tried to regain his breath, his body trembling. It wasn't often he had cloacal orgasms - he never realized how intense they could be.

After a moment passed, Vegeta finally pulled away and wiped his mouth before crawling back over the emperor. "I imagine you liked that?" he asked with a smirk. Frieza took a moment to catch his breath before responding. "Y-Yes....I did. Immensely." he replied. Vegeta nodded in satisfaction, and picked up Frieza one last time to manuerver him closer to the pillows, where he could more comfortably lay down. As Frieza adjusted in the new spot, his side glanced down below to look between the Saiyan's legs - his eyes immediately widened upon seeing his size.

"Oh my...." he murmured nervously. Vegeta noticed the emperor's uneasy expression and tilted his head back up to look into his eyes, giving him a concerned look. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked. Frieza stared at the prince's gaze for a moment, trapped in those dark eyes of his before giving a firm nod. "Yes....I'm certain. I'm just a little nervous, I suppose...."

"Don't worry, I'll go easy." Vegeta replied with a smile. Frieza relaxed upon hearing this and nodded. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Vegeta's neck while the Saiyan gripped his hips, lining himself up with his entrance. Once they were ready the emperor released a small sigh before giving a shy nod. He inhaled sharply as he felt Vegeta push inside; he sunk in inch by inch, going deeper inside until he was full sheathed into him. The pain of being stretched past his limits overtook the emperor's senses. He whimpered as small tears streamed down his cheeks, digging his nails into Vegeta's back. His long tail coiled tightly around the Saiyan's leg, holding it in a constricting grip. Vegeta noticed how the ice-jin below him was trembling, and gently rubbed his back with his palm. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. Frieza nodded, burying his face in the crook of Vegeta's neck. He shushed the emperor as he whimpered in pain, continuing to rub his back.

"Just take a moment to adjust....let me know when to move." Frieza again nodded as he clung onto the Saiyan, panting hard. The two remained still for a few moments, allowing the emperor to adjust to the length inside of him. Soon Vegeta experimentally rolled his hips, causing a burst of pleasure to shoot through the ice-jin. He moaned to the ceiling, tapping the tip of his tail to Vegeta's hip, signalling him that he could continue. Vegeta began to thrust into the emperor, delivering slow but deep thrusts. Frieza moaned as his sensitive inner walls were struck perfectly, and again his mind became clouded with pleasure. This felt far different from Vegeta's tongue or fingers; it was so much more intense, and his member went so much deeper. His legs unconsciously spread farther apart, and he laid his head back against the soft pillows.

"Oh Kami....ahhh, ahhh....Vegeta...." Vegeta's brows furrowed as he increased the pace, rocking them both back and forth with every thrust. He couldn't believe just how incredible the ice-jin felt, squeezing against his member so tightly. The pleasured expression on Frieza's face only drove him even crazier, making him more determined to make the emperor feel good. He leaned down and bit Frieza's neck again, this time a little more harshly than before, making the ice-jin whimper in pleasure. "Vegeta....Vegeta...." he murmured. He hugged the Saiyan closer, wanting to feel more of his body heat. A growl erupted from Vegeta's throat, and he went even faster, practically pounding into him as he struck his sweet spot. Frieza cried out in delight, eyes shut tight as the pleasure shook him to the core.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Vegeta! Ohhh, Vegeta!" he moaned. This moment was far better than any dream he could've had; the feeling of being pinned down by this strong, warm body, to be pounded into, to hear the arousing growls from the Saiyan's throat, it was all so perfect. But what felt even better was knowing he could allow himself to be this vulnerable, to allow Vegeta complete dominance....and know he could trust Vegeta to not harm him. It was a bizarre but wonderful connection he never realized he wanted.

"V-Vegeta, I'm gonna...." Frieza whimpered, barely able to cough out words between his moans. It appeared the Saiyan had heard him, as his efforts only increased that much more, determined to bring them both over the edge. Frieza came undone first, crying out as his orgasm him hit, causing him to release onto the Saiyan's member. Vegeta climaxed almost right afterwards, growling as he split his seed inside his partner. It was a new feeling for the emperor, to be filled by someone else's essence....he realized he rather liked it. Both of them panted hard, with Frieza still clinging onto the Saiyan's strong body. In fact after a moment passed, Vegeta chuckled as he kissed Frieza's shoulder, encouraging him to loosen his grip. "You can relax now...." he murmured softly. Frieza hadn't realized how tightly he'd been holding Vegeta until he finally let go, and went limp below him. His whole body felt weak, sinking into the mattress. He can certainly say that was the most intense sexual experience he's ever had, and very much the most enjoyable.

"You feel alright, Frieza? I didn't break ya, did I?" Vegeta asked with a chuckle. The ice-jin gave a tired smile and shook his head. "No....you didn't. Thank you, Vegeta, for obliging with my request. This was....quite a wonderful experience." he admitted, blushing a little. The Saiyan smiled. "Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. But tell me something," Frieza tilted his head, looking at the Saiyan curiously, "now that this little test of yours is done....you think those 'feelings' of yours are genuine?"

Frieza's eyes widened. He had almost forgot that was the whole reason for this moment. During the moment, he became so distracted....all he could think of was Vegeta, and the pleasure he made him feel. Not just physically, but the pleasure of getting to be so intimate with him, and knowing he could trust him to do this with him. He truly enjoyed being with this Saiyan; he always has, and likely always would. This experience only further cemented that fact, the only difference being he now knew they could connect in more than just one way.

Frieza slowly raised a hand to cup Vegeta's cheek, lightly tracing his nails over the warm skin before he smiled. "Yes, I....I believe these feelings are indeed genuine."

The response made Vegeta lean down and give the emperor a loving kiss, which he happily returned. Frieza had planned to ask if Vegeta felt the same way, but realized he didn't need to....this very kiss told him everything he needed to know. And they both couldn't have been happier.

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"*sigh* This little gathering is much more boring than I had expected." Frieza said, sighing in disappointment. Currently, he and his boyfriend Frost were at one of the typical "college parties" that were supposedly the definition of fun and excitement. This particular one was being hosted at one of the college bars, and Frieza had insisted he and Frost should at least investigate, to see if it was worth the hype. Unfortunately, they were both disappointed by the very typical scene before them - drunk boys just making asses of themselves, either making the sober girls uncomfortable or just playing their stupid drinking games. The Saiyans seemed especially rowdy, growling as they arm-wrestled and showed off their "Saiyan pride" or whatever they called it.

"It's too bad, I was hoping to actually have some fun tonight. But this place reeks of primate sweat...." Frieza growled, his tail flickering in agitation. He and Frost were sitting at a private booth together, far away from the other brutes. "Aww, I wanted to at least see if they had any wine we could enjoy. You think they only have that disgusting beer?" Frost asked. "I wouldn't doubt it. But if you'd like for me to check, I could try. I can't promise they'll have anything *appealing* though...." Frieza stated. Frost frowned and shook his head.

"No, that's okay. We should probably just go...." The white ice-jin looked to his partner, unhappy with the disappointed expression on his face. The whole reason he brought Frost out here tonight was to do something fun and exciting and new. They had been together for three years now, and they were perfectly happy together. But Frieza wanted to help spice things up a little, especially since Frost often felt too shy to come to these events. So when Frost genuinely seemed excited for this party, it made him excited as well. Too bad it was nothing like either of them hoped....

He placed his hand over Frost's, causing the blue ice-jin to look up before a small smile spread across Frieza's lips. "Perhaps we should at least attempt to have one drink. And afterwards, if we still wanna leave, we can head back to my place....and continue the fun on our own~"

Frost immediately blushed, perking up upon hearing Frieza's suggestion. He knew exactly what he was talking about, and it definitely sounded appealing. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have just one drink before they left. "O-Okay....that sounds good." the blue ice-jin replied. Frieza nodded before he exited their little both and went up to the bar. As Frost waited, he pulled out his phone and began to mindlessly scroll through it, checking the news before looking over a few other things. Despite the memes and images he looked through, in the back of his mind, he was thoroughly distracted by Frieza's earlier implication. To have him touch him, and pleasure him, and make love to him....

"Hi there." Frost jumped slightly at the sound of the voice, looking over to the source - surprised to see a human standing nearby. He was a young man, about his age actually, wearing a white long sleeve shirt and black pants, had long, black hair, and had a few scars on his face. He was also rather tall, much taller than either himself or Frieza by at least a foot. The human blushed before rubbing the back of his neck nervously, a dorky grin on his face. "Hey, uh, sorry if I startled you. Just saw you were sitting alone, and uh....wondered if I could join you?" he asked. Frost eyed the man up and down. He'd admit, for a human, he was actually rather handsome. It helped that he appeared to be the only man *not* completely intoxicated. "Hmm, well, I guess you could try, but I wouldn't suggest it." Frost stated with a smirk, his tail curling behind him. The human tilted his head in confusion. "Huh? Why's that?"

"Because my boyfriend will be *furious* to see another man flirting with me."

Almost as if on cue, a *very* cross looking Frieza appeared from behind the human, arms folded across his chest. "I beg your pardon," the human immediately yelped and whirled around, looking at the white ice-jin nervously, "can I help you with something?"

"Oh shit - he's your - crap! I am so sorry!" the human immediately put his hands together and lowered his head apologetically. "I didn't realize he had a boyfriend! I swear, otherwise I wouldn't have approached him! I meant no disrespect, really!" he insisted. Frieza raised a brow, giving his own scan of the human with his eyes. He was admittedly good looking - still obviously not his precious Frost, but still rather nice. Still, he had no tolerance for anyone who tried to make a move on the blue ice-jin. "Is this man bothering you?" Frieza asked his partner, side glancing him. Frost hummed, eyeing the human curiously before he shook his head. "No. All he did was ask if he could sit with me - he hasn't done anything worth punishing." he insisted. Frieza stared at the human for a moment longer before he nodded in satisfaction, sliding into Frost's booth and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Very well....then I'll spare him." the human sighed in relief, straightening his posture before he chuckled nervously. "Thank you. I appreciate that. I meant what I said, I had no idea he was taken! I would never dream of trying to split anyone apart." he stated. Frieza raised a brow. This human was rather....gentlemen like, at least compared to the other Saiyan brutes in this place. "Oh don't be too frightened. Frieza is always extremely jealous of anyone who looks at me funny. I assure you, you're off the hook, mister...." Frost asked, trailing off at the end.

"Oh, Yamcha. The name's Yamcha." the human replied. "Hmm. I'm rather surprised to see anyone sober in this place...." Frieza replied, gesturing to the partying Saiyans with his tail. Yamcha sighed and nodded. "Yeah....this place isn't really what I was hoping for. I just wanted a chill party to hang out at, maybe try to talk to a few girls. But this place is a little aggressive. I was just about to bail before I saw you're gorgeous partner - uh, I hope that didn't sound offensive." the human quickly said. Frost blushed a little at the compliment, smiling a little. Frieza couldn't help smiling a little either; it seemed they shared at least one thing in common with this human. He seemed harmless enough....maybe it wouldn't hurt to have some friendly company join them.

"Well, Yamcha, perhaps we can all suffer together - if you wish to join us, you may." Yamcha blinked in surprise, not expecting the offer, but smiled as he slid into the booth across from the pair. Frost was surprised too. He hadn't expected Frieza to allow Yamcha to stay, but he wasn't disappointed - this human was kinda interesting. And cute.

"So, I gathered this handsome man here is called Frieza, right," Yamcha asked, to which the white ice-jin nodded, "but I don't think I caught your name yet." Frost smiled, leaning closer to his boyfriend before he spoke. "My name is Frost. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yamcha~" he purred. "Frieza and Frost....those are some beautiful names." Yamcha stated, resting his head in his hands as he stared at them in awe. "You certainly seem to be the flatterer, human. It's not often we come across a man such as yourself. Most humans take one look at us and seem rather....negative." Frieza replied. Ice-jin's unfortunately had a bad reputation on Earth, being viewed as cruel, heartless beings thanks to a few bad eggs in their race. And while both Frieza and Frost could be harsh at times (especially Frieza), they were far from anything as such.

"I'm not like that - I don't judge anyone until I get to know them first. And if it's okay with you guys....I'd kinda like to get to know you both for a bit, since I have nothing else going on." The ice-jin coupled looked at each other before they looked back at the human. "We wouldn't be opposed to that." Frost replied sweetly.

And for the next couple of hours, the three continued to chat happily amongst each other. At first they discussed general topics, such as where they were from, what classes they took, and other such things. Then Yamcha became more curious, asking more about the ice-jin's relationship, which the two happily talked about - they felt no shame in the love they had towards each other. Soon personal stories were shared, mostly comedic scenarios to help make everyone laugh. The trio even had fun making fun of the drunken Saiyans as they continued to make themselves look foolish (one even managed to lose their pants and was wandering around half naked for a good ten minutes). Eventually though, Frost checked his phone and frowned, noticing how late it was becoming. Even if it was a weekend, he didn't want to stay out *too* long.

"Frieza, it's starting to get late. Maybe we should get going...." he said, although he truly didn't want to leave yet, not when Yamcha provided such fun company. However when Frieza looked at the time himself, he sighed and nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Perhaps that would be best." Yamcha frowned upon hearing this. He didn't want the pair to leave just yet; they were both really cool, fun guys to hang out with. Not to mention *extremely* hot - admittedly, he's always had a thing for ice-jin, but these two blew all the others out of the park. He was ashamed to admit it was hard to keep his mind out of the gutter....

"We truly appreciate your company tonight, Yamcha. You have made a disappointing night very interesting and entertaining. Perhaps we shall meet again." Frieza stated. It was at that moment, a very random, and crazy idea popped into Yamcha's head. It was definitely impulsive, and it could absolutely piss them both off. But whenever he had an opportunity like this, he always shyed away, too nervous to ever make a move. Now two beauiful ice-jin, who he didn't know if he'd ever meet again, were about to leave - and he *really* didn't want to pass up this chance. His decision was solidified when they both were about to stand from the booth they sat at.

"Hold on a sec!" he blurted out.

Both ice-jin paused, looking at the human curiously. Yamcha only hesitated for a second before licking his lips, trying to think really hard how to ask this without offending either of them. "Uh, I uh....listen! This is gonna sound totally crazy, especially since we just met! And you absolutely have every right to reject me if you want! But....you're both two of the hottest people I've ever seen! And you said you came here to do something fun and different, right? Well, what if, uh....the three of us had 'fun' tonight?" Yamcha was blushing brightly as he spoke, his face as red as a cherry. Frieza and Frost blinked, briefly looking at each other in confusion before their eyes widened in realization. "Ohhhh...." they said at the same time.

"I swear, I'm not trying to split you two up or anything! I'm not even asking for any serious commitment or anything! I just figured the three of us could have a good time....and again, you're totally free to reject me! I'd never force anything you guys didn't want!" The two ice-jin were silent, unsure how to respond at first. This was totally new for them....they never once considered a threeway before. This offer was rather unexpected to say the least. "....Yamcha," the human immediately perked up as Frieza spoke, "would you allow my partner an I moment alone? I think we'd like to....discuss about this before we make a decision."

"Yeah, of course, absolutely! I'll just be over here." Yamcha said, pointing to a corner of the room and sliding out of the booth. Well, neither of them seemed angry or offended, so that was a plus. Still, he was a little concerned he had made a huge mistake....

With Yamcha out of earshot, the ice-jin looked at each other to speak. "Well, what do you think...?" Frost asked. Frieza hummed, placing a hand on his chin. "I'm....I'm not sure. I won't deny the idea is rather....intriguing. Especially with Yamcha being quite easy on the eyes...." Frost smiled and nodded. "Definitely - certainly better looking than any Saiyan." he stated. Frieza nodded. So Frost found him attractive as well? That was good, that would be important to consider for something like this. "However, I know it's a rather different experience....to have someone else other than myself touch you or be intimate with you." the blue ice-jin nodded, looking down at his lap.

When he and Frieza were first dating, Frost was quite shy to become sexually active. It wasn't till later that he trusted Frieza to become more intimate with him. It'd be rather bizarre for someone else entirely to do the same thing - especially someone they just met. "Would you be jealous of him? Because you know that no one can compare to you." Frost stated, grabbing Frieza's hand and holding it. The white ice-jin smiled and shook his head. "No, darling, that's not a concern of mine. I know you only have eyes for me, as I only have eyes for you," he paused to kiss the top of Frost's hand, "my concern is how comfortable *you* would be with something like this. Would an activity like this make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

Frost narrowed his eyes as he looked away, taking a few moments to think. "Well....if it was any other person, then I wouldn't even consider such a thing. But this Yamcha....he doesn't seem like a bad person. He seems rather nice actually - and charming. Plus, as long as you were there as well....I think it could be fun." he admittedly shyly, blushing a little. Frieza smiled, cupping Frost's cheek so he was looking him in the eye. "Are you sure? Like Yamcha said, we don't have to agree to anything."

"I know. But we did come out here tonight to do something different and fun....this could be just that."

Frieza again hummed, slowly closing his eyes to think for a few moments. Once his mind was made up, he smiled at his partner. "Very well....perhaps we shall try this then~" he purred. Overall, Frieza didn't mind entertaining this idea. Yamcha was a handsome man, was indeed very gentlemen like, and he treated Frost well. As long as those features carried over when becoming intimate, he had no complaints. The two ice-jin exchanged a loving kiss before they both slid out of their booth.

Meanwhile, a very anxious Yamcha waited where he said he'd be, trying and failing to keep on a straight face. However, when he saw the ice-jin couple finally approach them he perked up. "So? Uh....what're we thinking?" he asked nervously. Frieza and Frost exchanged almost mischievous looks before smiling at their human companion.

"After much consideration, Yamcha....we have decided to agree to your offer~" Frieza purred, both their tails curling excitedly behind them.

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"Whoa....you've got a really nice place." Yamcha said, looking around the living space. Frieza had suggested they take this interesting night back to his place, where he believed it to be quite comfortable for everyone - which seemed fair, considering he lived in a rather fancy looking penthouse. All complete with flourished furniture, exquisite decorations, and a rather lovely view of the city through a large window.

"Well, I suppose there are perks to being the heir to the Cold Company." Frieza replied with a chuckle. Yamcha blinked upon hearing the name before his eyes widened. "The Cold Company?! As in, the company ran by King Cold himself?!" he said. Frost chuckled and nodded, holding his lover's arm affectionately. "That's right - Frieza here is his son~"

Holy shit, how about that - Yamcha not only gets to score with two incredibly attractive ice-jin, but one of them just happens to be the heir of *the* Cold Company! Not that money or fame mattered to the human much; it was more like he felt all the more honored that someone like Frieza and his lover took an interest in him. "Yes. Unfortunately, many people like to try to gain my good graces solely to attempt to manipulate me and my fortune. It becomes that much more difficult to find a lover who truly cares about you....but I was quite fortunate, and found this beautiful creature here~" Frieza purred, smiling at Frost before kissing his cheek.

Frost couldn't help blushing brightly, but smiled nonetheless. He wouldn't deny Frieza's fortune was a perk - but that's all he viewed it as, as a perk. He'd still love Frieza no matter his status or wealth....there was simply no one else like him in this universe. "You're very sweet, but *I'm* the lucky one here." Frost replied with a chuckle. "So, I'd be a fool to assume you didn't have a bedroom, wouldn't I?" Yamcha asked, causing both ice-jin to laugh. "Yes, of course - follow us."

Frieza gestured for Yamcha to follow with his long tail, and the human eagerly allowed himself to be led. It was a short walk down a hallway, around a corner, and entering a door on the right. Considering how nice the rest of the penthouse was, Yamcha wasn't surprised to see the bedroom was also quite cozy. A rather expensive looking bed with a large, soft looking mattress, blankets spread out across it, plush pillows at the headboard, a closet near the left, a drawer on one side of the bed, and a nightstand on the other. Frieza approached the window at the far end of the room and pulled back the curtains a bit, just enough to allow the moonlight to illuminate the room.

"I cannot *believe* this is happening...." Yamcha murmured under his breath.

"I believe this is the part where you show us what you're truly hiding~" Frost purred, hands behind his back as he slowly dragged the tip of his tail up Yamcha's stomach and chest until it curled under his chin. A shiver of excitement shot down Yamcha's spine, and he fought the urge to make a move then and there. "Believe me, I will. But if it's alright, I'd like to see you both disrobe first." he said. While both ice-jins didn't really like wearing clothes, as it wasn't normal in their culture, they still wore outfits in public to accomodate to Earth's laws and restrictions; Frieza had wore a white long sleeve shirt with a purple vest, as well as black pants, while Frost wore a light-blue hoodie with darker blue leggings.

The couple exchanged smiles before they both began to disrobe, first discarding of their shirts and sweaters before stepping out of their bottoms. A blush spread across Yamcha's cheeks upon seeing their natural physiques, appreciating how they both appeared to be slim but also quite fit. In fact, if they weren't different colors, Frieza and Frost would almost look identical. "I gather you like what you see?" Frieza asked, smirking at the human as his long tail curled around Frost's.

"Oh definitely - you're both beautiful." Yamcha stated with a smile, to which both ice-jin chuckled. "You continue to be very sweet, Yamcha." Frost said. "Indeed, now, how much longer do you intend to keep us waiting for us to get a good look at you~?" Frieza replied, purposely licking his lips to get a reaction, which immediately worked as Yamcha's blush intensified. "Heh, I suppose you're right. How rude of me." the human said, trying to keep his cool despite his nerves. He quickly disposed of all his clothing until he was just as bare as the other two, and both the ice-jin's eyes widened in surprise. "My goodness, you really are a handsome one. Such wonderful muscles...." Frost replied, tail wagging a little in excitement. "Indeed. And you certainly don't seem to disappoint in other areas either." Frieza added, gesturing to between Yamcha's legs.

"Glad you seem to enjoy the view," Yamcha replied with a nervous chuckle, "So, uh, is there anything I should know about before we start? You know, like ground rules or something? Cause I've never done this with more than one person, and the last thing I wanna do is make you guys uncomfortable." Yamcha continued to impress Frieza with his high respect towards their comfort and consent, something that mattered a great deal to him - especially if he was going to allow this human to touch his precious Frost. Frost wanted to say something, but felt a bit too shy to speak - he wasn't really sure how they should go about this. Luckily, it seemed like Frieza did.

"Well, considering this was your idea, dear Yamcha, I believe my partner and I are willing to play along with anything you'd like within reason," Frieza said, wrapping his arms around Frost's waist and holding him close, "I believe there are only two simple rules I'd like for you to follow; one, if there is to be intercourse, I insist that protection is a necessity. If you do not have any of your own, I can provide it." he stated firmly. Frieza and Frost didn't often need to use protection themselves, since they only ever engaged with each other, but now that a third party was involved, he would very much prefer that protection be used. "Course, not a problem! I came prepared." Yamcha replied with a proud smile.

"Good, then as for the second rule - I do not mind how you touch *me*, but when it comes to Frost, anything he allows is what I'll allow," he lowered his voice to be more stern, *almost* threatening, "which means if you do push him to do anything he doesn't want, or you *dare* harm him....I assure you, you'll regret it." Frieza narrowed his eyes, and Yamcha had to resist the urge to flinch under his stern glare. Frost obviously mattered a great deal to the white ice-jin, which the human admired, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intimidated.

"Now Frieza, don't be *too* harsh. I'm sure Yamcha here wouldn't do such a thing." Frost purred, stroking Frieza's cheek before looking to the human. Yamcha immediately nodded in agreement, wearing a serious expression. "Yes, of course! Like I said, I don't want either of you to be uncomfortable. Anything you don't wanna do, all you gotta do is tell me, and I'll respect it." he stated firmly. Frieza's stern gaze lingered just a tad longer before his expression softened into a kind smile. "Good. I just wanted to make that clear before we started. And now that that's handled - the fun can begin~"

Both ice-jin approached the human before they each grabbed a hand and led him towards the bed. They pulled him onto the mattress until they all comfortably sat on the bed. "Tell us, Yamcha, how much do you understand about an ice-jin's body?" Frost asked with a tilted head. Yamcha blushed a little before he swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Well uh, I've read a few books in the past. But it's kinda hard to visualize the image in my head." he replied. Sure, he could've easily looked up more information and visuals from the internet, but he felt a little too shy to see them for himself - it was already embarrassing for people to look up how human anatomy worked and looked.

Frieza raised a brow before a mischievous smirk spread across his dark lips. "Well, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to show you a demonstration then~" The white ice-jin suddenly grabbed Frost and pulled him against his chest, with his back facing him. "What in - Frieza, what're you-" Frost's surprised question was cut off by a gasp as Frieza's hand trailed down his partner's chest and stomach, soon touched the smooth area of his crotch. Yamcha's eyes widened, suddenly watching with full interest as Frost's legs involuntarily spread farther apart. "As you see, our genitalia aren't in plain view like most other species are - stimulation is required to draw them out." Frieza explained, continuing to place the perfect amount of pressure against the sensitive skin. Frost closed his eyes and began to pant a little, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"F-Frieza...." he moaned softly. He whimpered and shuddered when his cloaca finally opened, revealing himself to both Frieza and Yamcha. "Whoa...." the human murmured, watching in awe.

The white ice-jin's smirk grew wider, using a finger to teast the first opening. "Once revealed, two openings will be visible. The first shows this...." Frieza trailed off as Frost's member slowly came out of hiding, prompting him to wrap his palm around it and begin to stroke it. "Ohhh...." Frost moaned, leaning his head back to rest against Frieza's shoulder. He was admittedly a little embarrassed to have the human watch him become a blushing, moaning mess, but was too wrapped up in pleasure to really care. "I'm sure you have some idea of what I'm touching here," Frieza replied, to which Yamcha nodded, "this is usually an area I prefer to be touched. However, a particular preference of Frost's would be lower, to the second opening...." Frieza's hand released Frosts's member and went lower, dipping his finger into the second opening.

Frost openly gasped at this, arching his back against Frieza's chest. "Frieza...!" he whined, already bucking his hips into his partner's hand. The white ice-jin chuckled and continued his work, eventually slipping a second finger inside and doing a scissor motion. "Here, you can see Frost is especially sensitive. However....the base of an ice-jin's tail is also quite pleasurable to touch~" Frieza demonstrated, using his free hand to firmly grab the base of Frost's tail and began to massage it. The blue ice-jin was squirming at this point, moaning uncontrollably as pleasure clouded his mind. "Ahhh....ahhh....F-Frieza, ohhhh...." Yamcha watched the scene in awe, stroking his own member as he viewed the incredibly hot view before him.

"Holy shit, this is happening...." he thought in disbelief. Frieza lightly kissed up Frost's neck before he released his tail and pulled his fingers out at the same time, making Frost whine from the loss. "So Yamcha, did this help give you a better idea of what you'd like to do?" he asked. "Oh definitely. If it's alright with you both....I'd like to start by fucking Frost." Yamcha didn't really want to speak so crudely, but he also didn't know how else to better word it without it sounding weird or too vague. Frost blushed brightly upon hearing this, immediately snapping out of his dazed state. He glanced at Frieza for approval, to which the white ice-jin smiled at his partner before looking back at Yamcha. "As I said before, whatever Frost allows, I'll allow. As long as Frost consents, then I don't mind." he replied.

Frost looked back at Yamcha, who looked eager but also patient, obviously not trying to seem pushy in any way. It was a weird idea, to have someone else other than Frieza penetrate him. However he couldn't deny he wasn't curious, especially when Yamcha's member was an impressive size. He gave shy nod before he spoke. "Yeah, sure, I think we can try it...." he replied.

He glanced back at Frieza and pecked a kiss on his lips before looking back at Yamcha, who gestured for the blue ice-jin to come towards him. Frost moved slowly, still feeling a little shy, but looked at the human with a smile as he straddled his lap. Yamcha smiled back, cupping Frost's cheek before capturing his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. The blue ice-jin moaned softly into his mouth, his tail curling contently in the air. He was a little surprised that Yamcha was such a good kisser, but came to enjoy it quite a bit. He stiffened upon feeling the human's warm hands caress his body, but soon melted into the soft touches as his skin absorbed the heat radiating off his warm palms.

Frieza watched the scene with a smirk, stimulating his own member to come out of hiding. He was just about to remind the human about protection before Yamcha gently pushed Frost off him. "Give me just one sec." Frost nodded and waited patiently as Yamcha hopped off the bed and raced to his discarded pants, pulling out the condom he promised he had earlier. He didn't hesitate to rip the package open and roll it on before looking back at Frost with a smirk. "Would you be alright with turning around and being on all fours?" he asked. Frieza's tail twitched at the image; Yamcha taking Frost from behind. That would certainly be a fun scene to watch. The blue ice-jin blushed brighter at the suggestion, but nodded. "Y-Yeah, that'd be fine." He did as instructed, turning himself around and getting all fours.

Again, he felt a little embarrassed; someone other than Frieza had a complete view of his ass, while Frieza himself was about to watch someone other than himself screw him. At the same time though, this idea was also strangely arousing, especially with how Frieza watched him with predatory eyes. He flinched upon feeling one of Yamcha's hands grab his hip, while the other gently ran across his back. "You sure you're okay?" Yamcha asked one last time. He could tell the blue ice-jin was a little nervous about this idea, and wanted to make sure he was really okay with this. Frost looked back and nodded. "Yes, I'm alright," he even lifted his tail out of the away, allowing Yamcha full access, "you may continue." The human nodded, holding Frost's hips in a firm but gentle grip and lined himself up. Frost closed his eyes and swallowed, bracing himself.

"Okay, here I go...." Yamcha murmured. He slowly pushed himself in, groaning in pleasure as he went deeper inside, until he was fully sheathed in. Frost threw his head back and gasped loudly, gripping the sheets below him tightly. This was nothing like he had expected; of course no one would compare to Frieza, but Yamcha....he couldn't deny how large he felt, stretching him farther than he imagined. The feeling only felt more intense due to their size difference. "Oh Kami...." he murmured breathlessly.

Frieza enjoyed the pleasured expression on his partner's face. He looked like he was in bliss, and they were just getting started. "Holy shit, you feel so *tight*....it's incredible." Yamcha panted out. He pulled his hips back and thrusted back in, making Frost whimper in pleasure. Yamcha continued with his steady rhythm, biting his lip as he fought to control himself. He really wanted to go all out, but he wanted this moment to last, not to mention he didn't want to hurt Frost in any way. Frost seemed to enjoy himself immensely, moaning loudly as sparks of pleasure shot through his body. "F-Fuck....ohhh, ohhhh....Frieza...." Frieza purred upon hearing his name, stroking himself even faster.

Soon the white ice-jin crawled closer to the pair, placing a finger Frost's chin and lifting his head to meet his gaze. "Does it feel good, my dear~?" he purred, tail slowly wagging behind him. Frost looked up at him with half lidded eyes, struggling to focus due to the sensation behind him. "It does....it feels wonderful...." he murmured. Yamcha admittedly felt a little proud of that comment, happy he could make Frost feel good.

The white ice-jin gave a tender kiss to his partner before glancing up at Yamcha. "I assume you're enjoying yourself as well?" he asked, to which the human nodded eagerly. Frieza failed to notice his member was much closer to Frost's face now. The blue ice-jin felt a sudden rush of inspiration, licking his lips and taking the member into his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down. A surprised moan escaped Frieza's lips before he looked down with a smile. "Goodness....you're so eager to please, darling." he said. Yamcha was shocked too, not expecting Frost to make such a bold move, but certainly didn't complain as he got to see a pleasured expression spread across Frieza's face.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, jaw becoming clenched as he focused more on pleasing both ice-jin. Frost moaned around Frieza's member, moving his head faster, occasionally wrapping his tongue around the tip. Frieza groaned in pleasure, mouth gaped open as he panted into the air. "Good lord...." he growled under his breath. He placed one hand behind Frost's head (not pushing him deeper, just enough to keep him in place) and used his other hand to grab Yamcha's shoulder and pull him closer, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Yamcha growled against the ice-jin's lips, his grip on Frost tightening before he again increased his pace. Frost came close to tearing the sheets below him, moaning loudly, sending even more pleasurable vibrations against Frieza's member.

Frieza had to break the kiss to let out a loud moan, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck....I'm not gonna last much longer." he hissed. Hearing this, Frost increased his efforts, going so far as to even gently graze his teeth against the sensitive, which he knew drove his partner insane. That seemed to be the final straw, as Frieza threw his head back and let out a loud groan, releasing into Frost's mouth. Yamcha was only more turned on by orgasmic expression on Frieza's face, and even more so when he watched Frost swallow every drop of his offering. When he finally released Frieza's member from his mouth, Yamcha didn't hold back, pounding into Frost from behind. Frost cried out in pleasure, his tail wrapping tightly around Yamcha's waist.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Frieza!!" he cried. Frost was the first to come undone, throwing his head back and moaning loudly as his inner walls tightly clamped down around Yamcha. The human could only thrust a few more times before he released as well, biting his lip and holding Frost tightly. Despite still basking in the afterglow, Frieza watched happily at the pleasured expressions on both their faces. After everything had settled down, they all took a moment to catch their breath and relax. Soon Yamcha pulled out of Frost, causing the blue ice-jin to moan softly at the loss before he collapsed onto his side. While Yamcha disposed of the condom, Frieza scooted closer to his partner and kissed the top of his head, stroking his head gently. "Are you alright, darling?" he asked.

Frost glanced up at his lover, a tired but pleased smile spreading across his face. "Yes....I feel amazing...." he murmured. Frieza smiled and gave a satisfied nod. "And you were wonderful, yourself. You did a fantastic job." he stated. Frost blushed at the compliment, his smile widening. He was glad he could make Frieza good too. "Both of you are incredible," Yamcha stated, returning to the bed with a smile, "you think you'd be up for a second round?" Frieza looked back down at Frost, seeing he was still quite tired - after all he probably felt the most sensation from both ends. "Hmm, I'm not convinced Frost has the energy to continue...."

"Actually, uh, if it's something you'd be into....I'd like to fuck you next." Yamcha said, seeming a little nervous to make the suggestion.

This made Frieza raise a brow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? Is that so?" he said. "Yeah. Would that be alright?" Yamcha asked. He was admittedly more intimidated to ask this of Frieza than he was with Frost - mainly because he could sense right away Frieza was the 'top' in their relationship, and as such was probably used to staying that way. So asking him to take control like he did with Frost was a little more nerve-wracking. Frieza hummed for a moment as he thought. He rarely ever allowed someone to penetrate him; the only exception was Frost, and even that didn't happen often - mostly as a preference, not because he didn't like it. Still, it did seem like Yamcha made Frost feel good....maybe he could be another exception.

"What do you think, my dear," Frieza asked his lover, "Would you say our Yamcha is worthy of such a high honor?" Frost smiled and didn't hesitate to nod his head. "Definitely - I guarantee you'll enjoy it." he stated. That seemed to be the last bit of convincing Frieza needed before he nodded to Yamcha. "Very well, Yamcha, I'll allow you to have your way with me. I hope you don't disappoint." he replied. Yamcha nodded eagerly as he grabbed another condom from the pocket of his pants. "I wouldn't dream of it! Not when you've both been so willing to even accept my offer in the first place! I swear I've never felt so lucky." he stated as he rolled on the protection.

"You continue to be such a flatterer~" Frieza purred. The white ice-jin laid on his back and allowed the human to crawl on top of him, willingly spreading his legs for him. Frost scooted closer, laying on his side. "Do you wish to join us, my dear? I'm more than happy to please you as well~" Frieza said sweetly, but Frost shook his head. "You're kind, but I believe I'll be perfectly content with watching this time." he replied. After all, he was about to watch a once in a lifetime opportunity; to watch someone else take control of his usually dominating Frieza was a thrilling image to imagine. Frost's eyes were glued to the pair as Yamcha gripped Frieza's hips and lined himself up.

"You ready?" the human asked, to which Frieza nodded. With that said, Yamcha pushed himself inside, this time a bit more eagerly than he did with Frost. Frieza's eyes widened and he gasped, arching his back as Yamcha fully sheathed himself inside. He could certainly understand Frost's reaction early - Yamcha felt wonderfully *intense*. He couldn't even begin to make out any words as Yamcha began to move, doing another steady pace. Again, Yamcha could hardly contain himself; Frieza felt just as tight as Frost, if not more so.

Frost smiled upon watching the two, reveling in the expression on Frieza's face. He unconsciously lowered his hand between his legs and tease his aching cloaca, biting his lip to suppress any noises. "Ohhh....ahhh, ahhh...." Frieza moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Yamcha took the chance to bite at his neck, growling lowly, sending a delightful shiver down *both* ice-jin's spines. Frieza reached his arms up to loop around Yamcha's neck and hold him closer, moaning loudly to the ceiling. "Ohhh....Frost...." he said breathlessly. Frost smiled, slipping a couple of his fingers inside his own entrance and curling them inside, making him whimper.

Yamcha increased the pace of his thrusts, purposely trying to go as deep as he could. Now Frieza was the one whimpering and whining, wrapping his tail tightly around Yamcha's leg. This truly was an exciting experience; he was so used to being the one to take control, it felt nice to allow someone else to dominate him for once. Of course, it still couldn't compare to his precious Frost, but it was still absolutely satisfying. Perhaps he'd allow Frost to have control like this more often during their couplings together. Frost watched as Frieza's moans turned into cries of pleasure, clinging onto Yamcha tightly. He removed his fingers and instead slipped the tip of tail into his own entrance, moaning as he slowly thrust it in and out.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Frost!" Frieza cried out, his mind clouded with lust. Yamcha growled louder, moving harder and faster, until he was pounding into the ice-jin below him. It wouldn't be long till either of them would reach their release, a tightness beginning to form in their abdomens. Frost whimpered as he increased the movement of his tail, desperately chasing his own release. It didn't take long before he moaned loudly, his climax washing over him. Meanwhile, Frieza continued to moan loudly before he threw his head back and cried out Frost's name, his orgasm hitting him hard. Yamcha gave another harsh bite into Frieza's neck before growling once more, splitting his seed into the condom.

Again, everyone took a few moments to catch their breath, basking in the afterglow. Once Yamcha was more composed, he pulled out of Frieza and stepped away to dispose of the condom. As a very exhausted Frieza struggled to catch his breath, Frost crawled towards him and pecked his cheek, nuzzling him affectionately. "You have no idea how wonderful the look on your face was~" he purred, tracing small circles on his chest. The white ice-jin gave a tired chuckle before he nodded. "I can only imagine...." he murmured. Yamcha returned to see the two exchanging a loving kiss, holding each other closely. He couldn't help but smile at the scene; it was pretty awesome they trusted each other to do something like this, and he felt even more honored that they allowed him into their little circle for the evening. He could tell they really loved each other - the way they called out each other's names only further proved as such. Hopefully someday in the future, he'd be able to find something like that....

* * * *

"You truly can't stay the night?" Frost asked with a small pout, disappointed their new human friend had to leave so soon. Yamcha had already gotten dressed and the two ice-jin walked him to the door. "Believe me, I really want to stay! It'd be amazing to wake up in the morning with both of you, but I have baseball practice tomorrow, and I need to get there early. I'm really sorry I can't stay." he stated, giving an apologetic bow. Frieza chuckled, placing his arms behind his back.

"We understand, dear Yamcha. But before we go, we'd like to thank you for the wonderful time you showed both of us tonight." he stated. "Indeed. We were more than satisfied with our fun tonight. We only hope you enjoyed it just as much as we did." Frost added. Yamcha didn't hesitate to nod his head. "Oh hell yeah, I definitely enjoyed it! Both of you are so sexy and incredible - I can't thank you enough for agreeing to this!" he stated. Frieza nodded before both he and Frost stepped closer to the human. The white ice-jin casually snatched Yamcha's phone and typed something in, making Yamcha give him a puzzled expression before it was slipped back into the pocket of his pants.

"I have provided you my phone number, and memorized yours as well....perhaps we can do this again sometime~"

Yamcha blushed, surprised by the suggestion but nodded. "Yeah, maybe - if I'm not taken by then, that is." he said sheepishly. Both ice-jin chuckled before they stepped up and each kissed his cheeks.

The human only became more flustered, barely able to stutter out goodnight before he turned to the elevator and left. Once he was gone, Frost turned to his lover and wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him another loving kiss before smiling dreamily at him. "This was a really fun evening....I'm glad we tried this." he said. Frieza returned the smile, stroking his hands up and down Frost's back. "As am I. I'm pleased we could experience this together." he purred. Their tails slowly curled together before they leaned in and kissed once more, this time turning into a slow make out session before they pulled away to look into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Frieza."

"And I love you, my dear Frost."

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The crowd gave a loud cheer as another ball was struck into a homerun, and Yamcha dashed around the field as fast as he could. Frieza watched contently, smiling as his lover strode to each plate and just barely reached the last one before the ball was pressed into his shoulder by another player. He might not be much of a fan for human sports, but he thoroughly enjoyed watching Yamcha play this game - after all, he looked rather handsome in that uniform of his.

"Alright! He got another one!! Way to go, Yamcha!" Goku cheered, standing up from his seat. "Well yeah, did you expect anything else from him? He's the best plsyer out there!" Krillin stated. This was apparently the an important match, which Frieza learned was called 'the finals', and Yamcha insisted his closest friends come watch him play. That included Goku, Krillin, Tien, and Bulma - and also Vegeta, but that was cause his wife forced him to come support the human. Frieza didn't think Yamcha would want him to come as well, but when Yamcha practically begged him to, he agreed. It was admittedly a little odd though....being around his ex-enemies.

After coming back from the Tournament of Power a year ago, he was invited to stay for the after party, as he still played a hand in saving their universe. Frieza reluctantly decided to stay, not expecting anything interesting to come out of it. However, to his surprise, Yamcha had stepped up and tried to make friends to him - which made all the others nervous, considering Frieza could kill him whenever he felt like it. The emperor wasn't interested at first, but found the human's bold nature to be intriguing, plus he was certainly a very handsome looking human. So, they continued to make friendly conversation during the party....before either of them knew it, there was a special connection formed between the two. They continued to have communication from Frieza's ship, using scouters to stay in contact. Three months in, Yamcha had convinced Frieza to visit the Earth once in awhile....those visits became more frequent....and now, Frieza was just finishing experiencing his third month having Earth as his new permanent home.

Yamcha and Frieza's relationship developed rather nicely, spending quite a bit of time together and genuinely enjoying each other's company. Living on Earth was....admittedly, a bit of an adjustment. All of Yamcha's friends were anxious about him staying, considering he almost destroyed their planet once before, and had killed some of them once or twice. In fact, in the beginning, Goku was the only who openly welcomed Frieza, embracing his chance to change from his evil ways. Surprisingly, Goku's behavior was infectionous, as everyone made a bigger effort to try and get along, and even became sorta friends - except for Vegeta. Vegeta openly stated he would always hate him, no matter what would happen, and unfortunately for Frieza....he couldn't blame him. Not after all that he's done. So, despite how annoyed Yamcha was by the Saiyan's behavior, Frieza insisted he let it be, as his hatred was more than valid.

In any case, he and a handful of his ex-enemies now enjoyed watching Yamcha exceed in his game. The only downside was that he and Vegeta were forced to sit next to one another, but Frieza was able to ignore his presence - mostly. "Man, all this excitement is making me hungry - we should get some more concessions!" Goku stated. "What?! Didn't I just buy you some not twenty minutes ago?!" Bulma said in shock, jaw practically dropping. Tien chuckled. "Come now, are you really that surprised? This is Goku we're talking about." he replied. Goku gave a sheepish grin, to which Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Alright, come on. Let's go get some more then." she said, standing up from her seat. "Yes!" Goku hopped out of his seat and turned to Frieza. "You want anything, Frieza?" he asked. The ice-jin blinked, a little surprised by the offer, but shook his head. "The offer is appreciated, but I'll pass." he replied. "I'll come with you guys. I'm kinda craving a pretzel right now." Krillin replied with a nervous chuckle. Tien nodded and stood up. "I don't believe I've had one in awhile, I think I'll have one as well." he said. With that said, Bulma led the three men away from their place in the seats - leaving Frieza and Vegeta alone.

Frieza kept his focus on the baseball field, but now that they were alone, it was difficult not to notice the anger radiating off the Saiyan prince. Vegeta hadn't said as much as a single word to him since he arrived at the stadium, in fact he barely even looked at him. This constant attitude he held against him made the emperor surprisingly uneasy....especially since he knew he *deserved* to be hated like this. The crowd once again cheered as another player did another good hit - not a homerun, but still pretty decent - and ran around to two bases before he was forced to stop at the third. The moment the crowd went quiet, that's when Frieza heard it....a dark chuckle.

He whipped his head towards Vegeta, who wore an amused expression on his face. "....what is it you find so amusing?" Frieza asked, raising a brow. The Saiyan chuckled again, however he kept his gaze to the field in front of him, making the emperor annoyed. "If you have something to say, say it to my face." he said, speaking sternly. If Vegeta wants to hate him, fine, but he could at least be upfront about it. "I was just thinking is all....it's the saddest thing that you think this whole thing is going to work out."

The white ice-jin blinked, confused by Vegeta's statement. "What're you talking about?" he asked. "This - this whole idea of you staying on Earth, and trying to be actually *change*....this little fantasy of being with Yamcha. You and everyone else really seem convinced that it'll all actually work." Vegeta explained. Frieza narrowed his eyes, unable to help giving a sharp glare to the man beside him. "And why shouldn't they think? Why shouldn't I? I've made it clear before that I have no intention of reverting to my old ways. The things I did were *unacceptable* to say the least! And while I know I can never make up for what I did, I can at least attempt to cease such things from happening in the future!" he stated. It has taken many agonizing months for Frieza to come to terms with this - to really realize the monster he had become and the pain he caused - and when this epiphany happened, he had entered a dark hole of guilt....one only Yamcha was able to pull him out of. He refused to *ever* be that man again.

"Oh don't give me that bullcrap," Vegeta growled, finally turning his head to glare at the ice-jin, "you've only put your plans on halt because you've become distracted by your latest boy-toy. The fact is, you were *born* this way! There's no redemption for someone like you!" The Saiyan pointed a finger right into Frieza's chest, poking at it. "Whether anyone likes it or not, you're evil to the core! No one can change that!" Frieza gave his own growl, though it wasn't nearly as threatening as Vegeta's, as he was hitting a *very* sensitive nerve right now. "That's not true...." he hissed, turning his head away. That's not what Yamcha said to him....he said he could change, that it wasn't too late to make things right....

Vegeta only gave an evil smirk, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms over his chest. "Face it, Frieza, once you grow bored of Yamcha, you'll seize the next chance to kill all of us without hesitation....including Yamcha-"

"I'd *never* hurt Yamcha." Frieza stated, tail flickering at his feet.

The Saiyan only chuckled in response, looking back at the field. "You say that now....but give it time." Frieza was silent the rest of the game. He hardly reacted when Goku and the others returned, or when Yamcha managed to get the winning home run. Instead, his own thoughts continued to swirl back into that dark hole....and he became scared to death that Vegeta was right.

* * * *

Frieza still remained mostly silent on the way home, to the apartment he and Yamcha now shared together. He tried to act as if nothing was wrong the rest of the evening, but Yamcha was better at reading Frieza's mood than the ice-jin expected. During dinner, he had asked if Frieza was okay, to which the emperor replied he was just fine. The human wasn't entirely convinced, but he gave a small nod and didn't push any further. When bedtime came around, it was admittedly difficult for Frieza to fall asleep, but eventually slumber finally overtook his mind....unfortunately bringing him to an even more frightening nightmare.

He had no idea how it started - all he knew was that he was fighting Goku. Him in his Super Saiyan Form, and Frieza at 100% power, just like their battle on Namek. However, they didn't appearing to be on Namek this time - this time seemed to be in a random canyon in the middle of nowhere. Another distinct difference - Frieza was actually winning the fight this time.

"HA! What did I tell you, monkey?! I told you there was no chance of beating me! I'm the most powerful being in the universe!" he stated pridefully, giving a maniacal laugh. Goku paused his attacks to catch his breath, panting hard. Bruises and wounds covered his entire form, and his arm appeared to be broken. He looked up at the emperor....unlike before, there was no anger in those cerulean eyes. Only sadness - genuine sadness.

"Frieza, please....I thought you put this behind you....I thought things were just starting to change. I thought....you and I were finally friends-"

"Well you were WRONG!!" Frieza snarled. He launched a pink energy beam towards the Saiyan - and striked him right through the heart. Goku gasped out, eyes going wide. He only stood there for a few more second before he collapsed onto his back, fading back to his base form. Frieza chuckled, slowly lowering down until he was standing beside the corpse. However, almost like a flip was being switched, his pride and satisfaction all but vanished - and suddenly the deceased Saiyan was no longer his enemy. Frieza's eyes widened, and he staggered back as he tried to process what he just did. "G-Goku...?"

"I told you, didn't I?" Frieza whipped his head behind him, seeing the Saiyan prince standing a few yards away from him. He held his Super Saiyan Blue form, and was wearing a wide smirk of satisfaction. "It's just as I expected - the moment you saw the chance, you seized it. You finally let your true colors show through, and now everyone can realize once again the monster you've truly become." Frieza couldn't help but growl, only further agitated by the Saiyan's words. He didn't need to hear this....he didn't need to hear this! Not now! Not ever! "Shut up....just shut your damn mouth already!" he screeched. His body suddenly flashed in a golden light, and in mere seconds he was in his Golden form. The moment the transformation finished, he charged for the prince, throwing punches left and right. However, Vegeta was surprisingly agile, dodging every single attack he threw.

"You see? You can't control it, can you? That urge to kill - the urge to beat your opponent! It's engraved into your instincts!" he said. "Silence! I swear I'll shut that mouth of yours - even if I have to shut it permanently!" Frieza snarled. Vegeta suddenly came to a halt, startling the emperor and causing him to freeze as well. "Oh? You mean like how you silenced them?" Vegeta said, gesturing to down below. Frieza blinked in confusion and glanced down....only for his eyes to widen.

Below them were the corpses of everyone....all of them. Krillin, Piccolo, Tien, Gohan, Bulma, everyone. They were all nothing more than just lifeless dolls, laying silently on the ground. Frieza suddenly felt sick, his body trembling. "No....I...." he growled and clutched onto his head. He didn't do this, did he?! He didn't even remember - when? How? WHY?! Why did this happen?! "Aren't you happy, Frieza?" the ice-jin whipped his head back up to the prince, who wore nothing short of a cruel, evil grin. "You've finally done it. You've gotten the revenge you dreamt of for so many years. All your enemies are dead. And you're finally recognized as the most fearful man in the universe." No....this wasn't what he wanted. Not anymore. This is what he tried so hard to change....and now....

"Shut up....please, just.....SHUT UP!!" Frieza screamed. He again lunged forward, crying out as his fist was about to go through the prince. However, the moment he fist went through, the image changed....and a *very* different voice gasped out in pain. One that Frieza knew all too well.

"F-Frieza...." the emperor could only watch in fear as the life in Yamcha's eyes faded away....

"YAMCHAAAAA!!!"

Frieza shouted as he bolted upright, panting hard. The sudden movement startled Yamcha out of his slumber as well, blinking a few times before he slowly looked over at his partner. "Frieza...?" he murmured. He immediately became concerned when seeing the ice-jin - his entire figure was tense, his tail flickering anxiously behind him, and his eyes were wide with fear. He seemed so out of it, he didn't even notice Yamcha was awake and very much worried. "Hey, are you okay?" Yamcha asked gently. He slowly reached a hand out and placed it on his shoulder - only then did Frieza realize Yamcha was awake - and slapped his hand away with his tail. "Stay away from me!" he hissed sternly. The human recoiled, a little surprised by the sudden hostility. However, Frieza didn't seem angry with him, just....terrified.

His body began to tremble, and he panted hard as he fought back tears. Yamcha was unsure what to do - whatever happened, clearly made Frieza very distressed. He wondered if he had a nightmare or something....whatever he dreamt about must've been horrible to have the usually fearless Frieza completely shaken like this. Yamcha wanted to make him feel better, to ease his anxiety in any way possible. He had a feeling Frieza wasn't ready to talk yet, if he even *could* talk right now. So, despite what Frieza said earlier, Yamcha acted on his next instincts - and pulled his partner into a warm embrace.

Frieza's eyes widened, taken aback by the action. But the moment he felt those warm arms hold him close, and felt Yamcha's gentle hand rub across his back....the need for comfort became too much to ignore. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face into Yamcha's chest. He desperately wanted to hug him back, but after what he just witnessed, he became too scared that he'd hurt him. A few quiet sobs escaped him, despite how hard he tried to hold them in, and Yamcha didn't hesitate to hush him softly. "Shhh, it's okay, Frieza....it's okay." Yamcha's words were soft and kind, laced in all the gentleness he could give. Despite his reassurance, Frieza could only shake his head.

"N-No....no it's not. And it never will be...."

Yamcha blinked, surprised by his partner's words. "What? Frieza, what do you mean?" he asked. Even though every fiber of his being told him not to, Frieza pushed Yamcha away, trying and failing to wipe away his tears as he explained. "Yamcha....there's no point. Not in any of this. No matter how much I try, no matter how much I want to change....there's no changing who I am." he said. Frieza kept his gaze to the bed, his fists tightly gripping the sheets. "I'm a monster at heart....I always have been. There's no reversing the damage I've caused. And someday, it's all bound just to repeat itself....and I'll once again hurt everyone around me....even you." Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks upon saying the last bit. He didn't know what he was thinking....thinking he could change after everything that's happened, thinking he could live a different life than the one he's known for years....thinking he could be with this man, one he certainly didn't deserve....

"Hey hey, don't say that," Yamcha cupped Frieza's cheek and tilted his head up to look into his eyes, "where is this coming from?" he asked gently. The emperor turned his head away, unable to look into Yamcha's eyes. The human thought for a moment before he perked up, and his brows furrowed. "....Vegeta said those things, didn't he?"

"....what does it matter? He's right-"

"No, he isn't." Yamcha stated firmly. He again pulled Frieza into another embrace, this time hugging him a little tighter. Again, Frieza was taken aback by the sudden action, but couldn't find the will to pull away. "Vegeta doesn't understand....he has no idea how hard you've worked to be different. He has no idea how difficult this has been for you, and just can't seem to see how much you've already changed." Yamcha explained. Frieza frowned, curling his tail closer to wrap around Yamcha's leg. "Yamcha please....don't say such things. I've hardly changed." he stated. "That's not true. Frieza, do you really think the old you would've done the things you're doing now; living on Earth, becoming friends with your enemies, regretting what you did and *wanting* to be better. You really think that's something the old Frieza would think?" Frieza blinked, a little shocked....he hadn't really realized just how drastic those changes were. Is that really what's become of him?

"Hell, you've even managed to become friends with *Goku* of all people! If that doesn't prove you've changed, nothing does." Yamcha stated with a small chuckle. The emperor still frowned, still feeling uncertain. "And what if all that changes....what if one day, I somehow change back?" he asked. Yamcha merely shook his head. "That's not gonna happen." he stated simply, as if it was obvious.

"But how do you know?" Frieza countered.

"I just do." that response made the emperor blink.

"But if there's even the slightest chance-"

"Come on now, Frieza, give yourself more credit," Yamcha pulled away from the embrace, giving his partner a wide smile, "I know you. I know you care. That's how I know. That's how Goku and Bulma and Krillin know. The only one who still has any doubts is you - and Vegeta, but he's a dick," Frieza couldn't help chuckling a little at that comment, just Yamcha continued, "everyone else believes in you. They trust you. Now you just need to trust yourself. And if you can't....then trust me. Okay?" Frieza stared at the human for a long moment, surprised by his words. He had such devoted faith towards him, and fully believed in him. Despite everything that he's done....Yamcha trusted him. And loved him. If Yamcha could have such faith in him....why should he doubt himself anymore?

A small smile finally spread across Frieza's lips, giving a small nod. "You're right....just like you always are. I....I-I'm sorry...." He still fought to keep himself composed, fighting back tears and sobs. Yamcha smiled as he once again brought his partner into his arms - and this time Frieza hugged back, burying his face into his chest and allowing the tears to stream down his cheeks. For a long moment there was silence, with only Frieza's soft weeping being the only sound to fill the room. The whole time, Yamcha didn't stop rubbing his palm across his back, occassionally kissing the top of his head. Eventually Frieza's tears finally dried, and once he was quiet he pulled away with a small sniffle. He smiled as Yamcha's cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears away, letting out a small sigh.

"....thank you, Yamcha."

"Of course, gorgeous. I'm always happy to make you feel better." He leaned down and gave the ice-jin a gentle kiss on the lips, which Frieza happily reciprocated. Once the human pulled away, he looked back into Frieza's eyes with a smile. "You feel like going back to bed?" he offered. The emperor frown a little, glancing at where he previously laid with great reluctance. The last thing he wanted was to have another horrible nightmare like he just experienced. "....no. Not yet." he murmured. Yamcha nodded understandly. "Okay, then I'll go make the popcorn and hot chocolate." Frieza blinked, tilting his head as Yamcha hopped off the bed.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well, normally after I've had a nightmare, or can't sleep, I like to stay up late with a funny movie to help get myself relaxed. I figured that's exactly something you could need right now. What do you think?" Yamcha asked. Frieza's smile returned, his heart fluttering. This human continued to be so kind with him, and treat him so well. He was truly fortunate to have him in his life. "That sounds wonderful, darling." he replied. And so, once the popcorn and hot chocolate was done, Frieza and Yamcha settled on the couch in the living room, cuddling close as their movie played. They both laid on their sides, with Yamcha hugging Frieza from behind, which was immensely comfortable for them both. The movie was getting closer to reaching it's climax, and another funny scene played, causing Yamcha to chuckle a little.

"Hehe, that was pretty funny, don't you think - Frieza?"

But he looked down, seeing the ice-jin was sleeping peacefully, a content smile on his lips. Yamcha smiled at the sight, reached for the remote and shut off the TV, then gave a gentle kiss to Frieza's head before he closed his eyes and settled into sleep himself.

Just before he slipped away from consciousness though, he made a mental note to tell Bulma what Vegeta said so she could unleash her wrath on him.

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Geliaden let out a content sigh as the warm water ran down his back, bringing a comforting warmth across his skin. Unconsciously he rubbed his arms a little to further soak in the soothing effects of the water. Today hadn't been too exhausting for him, luckily, but he still found himself surprisingly drained. He was still kinda getting used to being "lord" Cooler's husband, and having a much more authoritive presence than he had before. Not too long ago, he was barely any sort of noble - now everyone was treating him like royalty, calling him "Lord Geliaden" and responding to his commands just as effectively as Cooler's. It was a little fun, he wouldn't lie, but mostly it just felt like a lot of pressure. He never imagined himself helping his husband run an empire before, and things were so good now....the last thing he wanted to do was mess that up.

Still, if this was the pressure he was feeling, he could only imagine how stressed Cooler was becoming. Though he knew how well Cooler dealt with these situations, and he knew he'd figure it out - and he'd make sure to help as best as he could.

Once the red ice-jin finally felt relaxed enough, he turned off the shower and snatched his towel from the rack, slowly starting to dry himself off. However he perked up when hearing their bedroom door open from inside the washroom. Seems like Cooler was back, probably a bit tired from a long day working....suddenly a mischievous smile curled on Geliaden's lips, tail curling excitedly. Cooler had been so busy these past few weeks, they hadn't gotten the chance to fool around for a bit....maybe Cooler would appreciate a bit of stress relief.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, taking note of how his skin was still damp and soft - just the way Cooler would like it. Sure, his clothes were right by the shower, and he *could* get dressed, but the idea of coming out in a towel sounded so much more appealing. Feeling more prepared, Geliaden opened the door to washroom and stepped out, spotting a tired looking Cooler sitting on the edge of their bed, looking over a data pad. "There you are, handsome. I wasn't sure how long yew'd be gone today." he said warmly, casually strolling closer to the purple ice-jin. Cooler let out a small sigh, setting aside the data pad and rubbing his face. "I apologize for taking so long, my love. Today was quite busy, and things are becoming a bit more....complicated...." having finally turned his head to look at his husband, the purple ice-jin blushed a little when seeing Geliaden in a towel. Geliaden took a few seconds to capture the look on his face before he spoke.

"Oh? How so?" he asked sweetly, sitting beside him and tracing his fingers over his strong arms. Cooler stiffened a little, not expecting the sudden touch, but tried to clear his throat to resume speaking. "W-Well, there are naturally a few other clans that aren't pleased with my rule, which I fully expected. But dealing with their comments is becoming increasingly difficult." he found it surprisingly hard to focus - how could he, when Geliaden continued to run his fingertips over his arm, and now his collarbone and neck. It was so light, almost having a ghostly effect. Eventually though the red man settled to cup Cooler's cheek and lightly peck his lips. "Tis no surprise there'd be a few whinin' bastards. But don't worry bout that right now. Why don't I get you a drink, hmm?" he purred.

Cooler didn't even get the chance to reply as the red ice-jin stood up and strolled past him - purposely brushing the tip of his tail on his inner thigh. That's when the purple ice-jin started to catch on to teasing his husband was presenting, making him raise a brow. He watched as Geliaden strolled to their mini fridge, and purposely bent down to look inside - giving a perfect view of his behind, which was just *barely* hidden by the towel.

"Geliaden." the red ice-jin's tail twitched, hearing the almost stern tone Cooler spoke in. He innocently looked over his shoulder at the purple ice-jin, cocking his head slightly. "Yes, Coola?" he chirped.

"You wanna tell me what you're up?" Cooler asked, slowly standing up from the bed. Geliaden kept up with the innocent act, straightening himself and closing the fridge. "Hmm? I dunno what yew mean, handsome." he replied with a shrug. Eventually he let out a small huff, dramatically fanning his face with his hand. "Is it me, or is it a little warm in here?" he asked. Almost as if on cue, his towel loosened around his waist, and it fell off, revealing the rest of his naked form, making Cooler blush brighter. Sure, ice-jin had concealed genitalia, and some didn't even bother with clothes most of the time, but Geliaden almost always wore some kind of outfit. Suddenly seeing him exposed like this caught him off guard.

"Is there a reason you're not wearing anything?" Cooler asked. "Sure, I just got outta the shower - that's why." Geliaden replied. Cooler could tell....his skin still shined a little from the water, and looked slightly softened from the heat. Soft enough to touch and squeeze....

"Are yew feelin' okay yewrself, Coola," Geliaden asked, casually approaching him and placing a hand on his husband's cheek, "yewr face feels awfully warm~" Cooler *would* have responded, if he wasn't stunned by how the red ice-jin's tail rubbed at his groin, just enough to tease him. The purple ice-jin swallowed - it was getting *really* hard to resist his husband's touches and teasing. Already he could feel his length tempted to come out of hiding. "Geliaden....stop it." Cooler stated. But he didn't want him to stop....and he *knew* Geliaden wouldn't stop. A smirk slowly spread across the red ice-jin's lips, the innocent facade slowly melting away. "Stop what? Did I do something wrong?" he purred, possessing a slight mocking tone. Just as he hoped, a low growl rumbled from his husband's chest, his eyes narrowing as they slowly clouded with need.

"You *know* what." his voice had dipped much lower, more assertive....just the way that Geliaden liked it, sending a delightful shiver down his spine.

"Now that isn't fair, handsome. Tell me what's wrong....I'm not being too naughty, am I~?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. He rubbed his tail harder against Cooler's groin as he spoke, stifling a groan from the purple ice-jin....but froze the moment Cooler grasped onto his tail in a strong grip. "It seems to me, that someone is keen on punishment....am I wrong?" he said sternly, a smirk spreading across his own lips. Hearing the word caused Geliaden to blush, chuckling a little as he leaned closer and pressed their bodies together. "Mmm, and what if I am? What are yew going to do about it?" he moved his face closer to Cooler's, planning on capturing his lips in a kiss....

However he was taken off guard by the Cooler suddenly grabbing both his wrists and pulling them behind his back, then using his tail to wrap them together. The action made Geliaden yelp in surprise, looking back and experimentally pulling at his wrists, but they were firmly trapped behind him by the strong limb. "My goodness," he chuckled, looking back at Cooler with a raised brow, "what are you planning, handsome-" he was cut off by Cooler moving forward and latching his mouth onto the side of his neck, giving a low growl as he bit him. The action made the red ice-jin gasp, eyes falling shut as pain and pleasure briefly overtook his senses. "C-Coola...."

"I plan to give you proper punishment," Cooler growled in his ear, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Good Kami, that voice! It never ceased to excite the red ice-jin, making him shudder in anticipation. His legs trembled slightly, feeling weak - luckily, he didn't need to stand much longer, and Cooler tugged him down onto his knees with his tail, keeping his hands trapped behind his back. Cooler's member was fully erect at this point, throbbing with need. "You caused this to happen. And now you'll take care of it." It wasn't a request, but an order - one Geliaden was happy to follow. He smiled up at his husband before ran his tongue along the underside of his member, making Cooler shudder in pleasure. Pleased with the reaction, Geliaden continued, giving long licks up the large shaft until eventually he took him into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He loved this - he loved when Cooler took control and used him as he pleased. It was always a special way to have fun, almost like a game. Except Geliaden only likes to play with Cooler.

"Ohhhh...." the purple ice-jin groaned as his husband continued with his skilled actions, moving his head up and down, pausing once in awhile to wrap his tongue around the head. Pleasure shot through his body, fully taking in how warm Geliaden's mouth felt around his member. It was almost too much to bear. He growled as he placed a hand on the back of Geliaden's head, slightly bucking his hips. As he did though, he opened his eyes and briefly peered down at his husband. He knew Geliaden liked being used like this, but once in awhile, he still took a chance to see his husband's reaction, making sure he was *truly* okay with whatever he did. Luckily, the red ice-jin didn't seem to be protesting in the slightest, happily sucking on his hard member. "Hehe, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your actually enjoying yourself...." Cooler said with a smirk.

Geliaden pulled away with a small pop before smiling up at the purple ice-jin. "Oh? I thought yew wanted me to behave myself?" he purred. "I suppose you are doing well....but it's not really punishment if you enjoy it, now is it?" Cooler suddenly knelt down and grabbed Geliaden by the waist, picking him up and releasing his wrists before he tossed him onto the bed. The red ice-jin couldn't resist giggling excitedly as Cooler pounced on top of him, pinning him down with his strong body. He was silenced with a passionate kiss on the lips, which he happily reciprocated. As they did, Cooler spread his husband's legs wide apart, and brushed his hand against his crotch, feeling that his cloaca had already opened up for him. The touch sent a pleasurable chill up Geliaden's spine, causing his head to fall back as he let out a small whimper.

"Coola...." he murmured breathlessly. The purple ice-jin smirked as he lightly traced his finger tip over his entrance, enjoying seeing the man below him squirm with need. "My goodness, already you're so excited for more....I suppose that's expected from a good whore like you~" he growled lowly, leaning forward and trailing his tongue over his neck. Geliaden bit his lip, whining from the fluttering touches. "C-Coola....p-please...." he whimpered. "Hmm? Please what, Raspberry? You'll have to speak up."

"P-Please....please fuck me...."

A dark chuckle escaped from Cooler's lips, pulling his hand away from his husband's cloaca. "Well, since you *have* behaved so well, and you did ask nicely....perhaps you do deserve a reward~" With that said, he thrust his whole member into his partner, causing Geliaden to moan loudly and arch his back. "Oh gods....! Coola...!" he cried out. He screwed his eyes shut as Cooler immediately began a rough pace, thrusting mercilessly into Geliaden's tight warmth. The red ice-jin moaned in pleasure, crying out as bursts of pleasure ignited within him with each powerful thrust. His hands gripped the bedsheets below him tightly, his whole body rocking back and forth in motion with Cooler's movements. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Coola!! Ohhhh!!" he cried.

Cooler growled, gripping his husband's hips tightly. The red ice-jin always felt so wonderfully warm and tight when they did this, squeezing around his member perfectly. He also vividly enjoyed the way the man below him looked; thr way a pleasured expression spread across Geliaden's face, the way he would squirm in his grip, and the moans that escaped him would always give Cooler immense satisfaction. As he continued to thrust into him, he reached a hand down to grasp his tail and give it a strong pull, making Geliaden jolt and scream in pleasure. "Fuck!! Coola!!" he cried out. The reaction encouraged Cooler to move even faster and harder, pounding into his partner. Already he could feel his release coming close, but he did his best to not come undone just yet - this time for sure, he was determined to make Geliaden climax before he did.

He leaned down and bit Geliaden's neck again, sucking firmly onto the sensitive skin. The red ice-jin whimpered, wrapping his arms around Cooler's neck and keeping him close against him. "Ahhh, ohhh....oh kami...." he moaned breathlessly. He couldn't exactly pinpoint how, but something was different about how Cooler was acting - he seemed to have a special determination this time, thrusting into him with special precision and effort. He could barely think about it though as the overwhelming senses of pleasure clouded his mind. Geliaden actually found himself losing his voice as he clung onto his husband, his nails digging into Cooler's back. The bed began to rock a bit with each powerful movement, creaking slightly against their intense love-making. Eventually Cooler reached a hand around to squeeze his husband's soft ass, unable to resist just how wonderful it was to touch. To Geliaden's surprise, he began to feel a tightness in his abdomen, just begging to be released, and suddenly he craved for climax more than ever.

"F-Fuck, Coola....I-I'm close....I'm gonna...." he whimpered. Cooler chuckled, pleased he was so close to his goal. To ensure the action, he squeezed Geliaden's tail tighter and gave a stronger tug, just barely digging his nails into his skin. The pleasurable shock made the red ice-jin gasp out, and the final thread snapped as he moaned loudly. His tight walls clamped down around Cooler's member and coated him in slick. The purple ice-jin finished moments later, giving one last powerful thrust before he groaned and spilled inside of his partner, making Geliaden shiver as the chilled liquid filled him up.

The couple both remained where they were for a moment, panting hard and trying to regain their senses. Cooler was the first to come down from cloud nine, chuckling at the dazed look in Geliaden's eyes. "Are you alright, my dear?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to look in his eyes. The red ice-jin gave a tired laugh, nodding a little bit. "Aye, of course....just a bit winded....wasn't expecting such *determination*," he said, sitting up as Cooler moved off of him, "what was that about?"

"I don't know what you mean." the purple ice-jin replied with a snicker, to which Geliaden huffed and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Hmph, fine. Be that way." he stated. "Speaking of, you wanna tell me what inspired you to tease me like that so suddenly?" Cooler asked. The red ice-jin smiled, laying down on his side and sighing contently. "Nothing special, tis a moment of inspiration when I heard yew walk in....I know yew've been rather stressed lately. I suppose I thought yew needed some relaxation was all." he replied. He spoke casually, but couldn't help giving Cooler an absolutely loving expression, with a warm smile and a special glint in his eyes. Cooler smiled as well, laying on his own side and facing his husband.

"....it seems I continue to be the luckiest man alive, to have some like you as my mate and partner." Geliaden blinked, blushing a little before he smiled. "Yewr very kind, handsome, but....I'm the lucky one." he stated. He scooted closer to snuggle into Cooler's chest, purring as the purple ice-jin wrapped his arms around his figure. "Perhaps we're both lucky then." Cooler finally said, nuzzling his face into Geliaden's neck. Their tails came together and intertwined, holding each other into a gentle grip. In that moment, neither of them couldn't have felt more loved and in love than they did right then and there.

"....I love you, Coola." Geliaden murmured.

"And I love you, Geliaden." Cooler stated. It wasn't long till they both fell asleep in each other's arms, with content smiles on their faces.

Chapter Text

Zarbon and Dodoria were doing their regular reports in one of the meeting rooms, taking the solitude as a chance to catch up on some paper worked that very badly needed to be done. It was something they did at the end of every shift, and one of the only times they weren't in Lord Frieza's presence. Zarbon attempted to keep his focus on the data pad in front of him, reading the current report in front of him. But his mind kept wandering to other places....specifically, to thoughts about his master.

The green haired man was one of the unfortunate victims caught up in the phenomon called a crush - and a rather intense one at that. But worst of all, his crush was directed towards his own boss and master, which he knew was inappropriate. But he couldn't help it; before he came to work for him, Frieza was depicted as a scary, cruel, horrible person who should never be crossed. And while he did take his job as emperor seriously, he was actually surprisingly kind to his employees and workers - especially towards one of his right hand men, Zarbon. Everyone knew the two shared a special relationship that meant more than just master and servant. Frieza always told Zarbon to be extra careful when he went out on missions, was very understanding towards him when he made mistakes, and always seemed to want *his* advice when facing a difficult dilemna.

He always managed to make Zarbon feel good about himself, which was difficult, since he often thought less of himself. He was a soldier after all - to him, everyone else was more important than he was, *especially* Lord Frieza. Which was why he felt even more disappointed with his intense feelings towards him....he felt he wasn't worthy to feel this way. And of course, he doubted Frieza would even return his feelings. He was thoroughly convinced Frieza saw him as nothing more than an associate....

"Zarbon? You alright?" The green haired man blinked, snapping out of his thoughts and looking over at his friend. The pink alien gave him a little smirk, nudging his side with his elbow. "You're blushing again....you're thinking about Lord Frieza, aren't ya?" he said with a chuckle. Zarbon turned his head away, trying to regain focus on the data pad he held. "I hardly see why that matters...." he muttered. Dodoria was the only one who knew the truth about Zarbon's crush on Frieza, since he was his closest friend. "I don't see why you don't just tell Lord Frieza how you feel. You obviously can't get him outta your head." the pink alien stated, pressing a few buttons on his data pad. "Absolutely not! I cannot....*sigh* what I feel is entirely inappropriate. And I doubt my confession would lead to any sort of romantic relationship....if anything, Lord Frieza would only look at me with shame...." Zarbon said the last words quietly in a sad tone, a small frown forming on his lips. He couldn't help but feel a little despair creep into his heart at the thought....it hurt to not be able to confess his feelings. But it was better than having Lord Frieza be ashamed of him.

"That ain't true, Zarbon. I'm telling ya, he's just into you and you are into him. I've seen the way he looks at you - everyone has! Just tell him how you feel." Dodoria insisted eagerly, trying to give his friend an encouraging smile. But his smile fell when the green haired man shook his head. "No. I have the honor of being at his side at all times....I should be grateful for what I already have." And he was. Which was why he never wanted to do anything that would threaten that honor-

Both men perked up when they heard the door opened - watching as Lord Frieza stepped inside.

"Ah, there you both are. I wondered where you two went." the white ice-jin said, smiling as he approached the table they sat at. Both soldiers didn't hesitate to stand from their seats and quickly saluted to their master. "Good evening, Lord Frieza." they both said in sync. Frieza chuckled, resting his hands behind his back as a friendly smile formed on his dark lips. "Be at ease, both of you. Your respect is deeply appreciated, but there's no need to be so tense in my presence - especially after your shift has ended." he replied. Both soldiers looked at each other before Dodoria calmly sat back down. Zarbon hesitated for a few seconds before he uneasily sat back down. "Thank you, my lord. Were you seeking us out for something specific? It's rather late, I'm surprised you're not in bed already." Dodoria asked.

Frieza didn't respond right away, as if taking a moment to think to himself before he nodded. "Well, there was some business I needed to do before I retired to bed. Specifically....I came to see *you*, Zarbon." he replied. The green haired man suddenly became alert, a bit of anxiety striking his heart. "Me? My lord, have I done something wrong?! Have I made you unhappy somehow-"

"No no, not at all. Rest assured, you've done nothing wrong, Zarbon." Frieza quickly said, eager to calm his right hand man before he worried himself to death. Immediately Zarbon released a sigh of relief, placing a hand on his chest before curiously looking back at his master. "Then, what is it, my lord? How may I help you?" he asked. Frieza's smile widened a bit. The green man haired noticed a unique look in the emperor's eyes....he wasn't sure how to describe it. A look of need? Dare he say, it almost seemed like....a look of attraction? "I wish to speak to you privately, if that's acceptable." Frieza said. Zarbon hesitated slightly, but he nodded and stood back up from his seat. "But what of these reports? We still have quite a few to look through-"

"I can handle things here," Dodoria stated, "you go on ahead." The emperor gave the pink alien an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Dodoria. That's very kind of you to offer. Now, Zarbon....if you'll follow me." He gestured for the green haired man to follow him with his tail, and Zarbon did just that, allowing his master to lead him out of the room. On their way out, Zarbon nervously glanced back at Dodoria, who smirked and mouthed 'tell him' just before the door closed. Frieza and Zarbon calmly walked down the hallways for a bit, walking towards an unknown destination. Zarbon's mind was racing with a plethura of thoughts - mostly just a bunch of questions. What could Frieza want from him? Did he want to praise him for a recent mission? Or maybe he wanted advice on a recent order he wanted to envoke? It was unusual for the emperor to seek him out after hours, so he wasn't sure what he could want....

....though he blinked when he realized which room they stopped at.

"Lord Frieza....is this not your personal quarters?"

The white ice-jin looked back at his servant, a playful smile on his dark lips - before Zarbon realized it, he felt heat flush to his cheeks. "Yes, it is....would you care to join me inside?" he asked. If Zarbon didn't know any better, the tone of Frieza's voice suggested something....intimate. But that couldn't be right. Sure, he knew quite a few people found him attractive, but....never would he imagine Lord Frieza would take notice. He wasn't sure if Frieza's question was a genuine offer or a silent command, but either way he didn't want to disappoint him. The white ice-jin pushed the doors open before he stepped inside, though paused to make sure Zarbon followed him. The green haired man hesitated before he took a few steps inside, trying to keep a neutral expression as he nervously looked around. Frieza's bedroom was as grand as expected; with a fancy sofa to sit upon, a large desk for him to work at, a large window at the side to display a perfect view of space, a door that he assumed led to his own personal bathroom, and of course a large bed in the middle of the room, with only the softest blankets and pillows laid upon it.

Frieza closed the doors once Zarbon was fully inside the room, his tail swaying and curling eagerly behind him. "My lord....forgive me if it seems I'm speaking out of turns, but may I ask why you've brought me to your personal quarters?" Zarbon asked. He managed to keep his tone neutral and calm, but on the inside, his stomach was twisting in nervous knots. He couldn't help but wonder....was Frieza really about to ask what he thought he was gonna ask...?

"My apologies. I understand this is a bit unusual, and sudden. However, if you're interested, there's a special offer I wish to propose." the emperor explained, circling around the taller man until he was standing in front of him. "An offer, sir...?" Zarbon asked slowly, looking down at the white ice-jin. Frieza nodded. "That's right. You see, I've taken quite an interest in you, Zarbon. Lately, I can't seem to get you off my mind. You're a rather....handsome man, to say the least. And....if it's not too much to ask, I would like to spend the evening with you. To be intimate with you...." His words turned into a soft purr, taking a step forward before resting his hands upon his Zarbon's strong chest. The green haired man's blush only intensified, unable to help looking at his master in disbelief as he smiled dreamily at him. Frieza *was* attracted to him....but, did he have feelings for him? Or was he simply attacted to him physically?

Zarbon's insecurity convinced him it was purely a physical need....there was simply no way Frieza would have feelings for him.

"Now, I do want to make this clear - what I'm asking for is purely an *offer*. Not a *command*. If you do not want this, or you feel uncomfortable with this idea, you're free to leave this very moment. There will be no consequences or repercussions. I may be your superior, but I will *not* take you by force. So please, be completely honest with me now....is this something you would like to do?" Frieza asked. His tone and expression were dead serious. Zarbon was a little speechless - he was honestly surprised Frieza was taking his feelings into such serious consideration. Still, he couldn't help but fear that if he rejected his master's offer, he would still upset him or disappoint him. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do towards Frieza....

"I-I....of course I would be interested, my lord. You know I'd do anything to please you-"

"I'd rather you didn't accept my offer out of obligation. Please Zarbon....just tell me the truth." Frieza said. His tone became surprisingly soft and gentle, making Zarbon's heart flutter. How could he resist....how could he ever turn down his precious master when he looked at him in such a way? He doubted this was something Frieza asked just anybody - even if he was simply into him physically, it was a huge honor for Lord Frieza to want to lay with him. Yes....he did want this. "It is the truth, my lord....I would feel honored to share your bed with you tonight."

The emperor's dark lips curled into a pleased smile, giving the taller man a seductive look. "I see. I'm very pleased to hear that," he slowly levitated off the floor until he was just barely above Zarbon - the green haired man felt his heart pound out of his chest as Frieza looked down at him, "Let's enjoy ourselves....shall we~?" His hands moved up from Zarbon's chest, slid up his neck, and gently cupped his face. A shiver ran down his spine when feeling his surprisingly warm hands, and he instinctually closed his eyes as Frieza leaned his face closer. He started by giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, to which he nervously reciprocated, trying to relax as he focused on the feeling of Frieza's lips. They were surprisingly soft, and seemed to fit so well against his own. One of Frieza's hand slid up to run through Zarbon's soft hair, deepening the kiss while the other kept stroking his cheek.

After a moment, the emperor pulled away, leaving Zarbon a bit breathless. Frieza's smile never left his face, taking a moment to admire the other man's beautiful face before his eyes moved to his cape. He reached around behind and unclipped it from Zarbon's armor, allowing the cape to gracefully fall onto the floor. Once it was removed, he grasped Zarbon's hand in both his, and started to float towards the bed, wordlessly telling the taller man to follow him. The green haired man obeyed, slipping his shoes off along the way and allowing his master to lead him to the side of the bed. Frieza hovered over the bed and carefully sat upon the middle of the mattress, patting the space in front of him. "Come, join me~" he purred. Zarbon obeyed, though he couldn't help swallowing nervously as he crawled onto the bed and sat in front of the emperor.

"May I remove this?" Frieza asked, leaning forward and tracing his fingertips along the armor. The blush on Zarbon's cheeks became brighter, though he gave a small nod. Frieza reached under the hem of the armor before lifting it over Zarbon's head and off his body, carefully setting it aside on the floor. He gave a pleased smile when seeing the taller man's well built figure, humming contently and as his tail wagged eagerly behind him. The green haired man couldn't help looking away shyly, a little embarrassed by the exposure. Aside from the pink sleeves on his forearms, and his blue stockings, all he wore was the blue spandex. He wasn't used to being this exposed....this vulnerable.

"Are you alright, darling?" the emperor asked, noticing the slight discomfort on Zarbon's face. Zarbon quickly nodded. "Yes, my lord....I'm alright." he said. Frieza smiled and nodded before he scooted a bit closer, sitting up on his knees. He ran his hands across the taller man's chest and stomach, tracing his abs with his fingers as he stared at him with admiration. Zarbon released a small sigh, relaxing a little when feeling Frieza's warm hands across his body. His touch was surprisingly soft and gentle, those warm hands sliding up till they rested upon his broad shoulders. He stiffened slightly when feeling Frieza's lips on his neck, peppering his skin with soft kisses and nibbles, causing small bursts of pleasure to arise.

"You feel so tense, my dear. Relax....it'll feel much better if you do." Frieza murmured softly. Zarbon tried to take his advice and relax, letting out a shaky breath he was holding in. The emperor continued to give soft kisses along his collarbone, pausing every few seconds to give gentle love bites or lick across his skin. The green haired man began to pant softly as Frieza moved lower, kissing and biting his chest and stomach, while his hands slids down to caress his hips. After a moment, he ceased his actions to look back up at Zarbon. "Would you lay down for me, darling?" he asked gently. Zarbon hesitated a moment before he nodded, laying back against the soft mattress and resting his head on a pillow. He watched as Frieza carefully crawled over him, smiling down at him. Despite Frieza being shorter than him, his presence felt much more prominent than his own - in Zarbon's eyes, this beautiful man would always seem like the bigger one between the two of them, in more ways than one.

"Do you have any idea how exquisite looking you are, Zarbon?" the emperor murmured, once again cupping his cheek and running his thumb across it. Zarbon's heart fluttered at the compliment, unconsciously leaning into the white ice-jin's touch. "Thank you, my lord....but, I am nothing compared to you." He hadn't even realized he'd spoken until the words already left his lips, causing him to blush brightly. Frieza blinked, seeming a little surprised by the comment before he gave a soft chuckle. "While yours words are flattering, please don't think less of yourself, my dear." he said. It was really starting to sink in on Zarbon what was happening....the man he had feelings for, his master....was about to sleep with him. He began to wonder if Dodoria was right - that he should confess his feelings. He'd feel better telling him before he became so intimate with him....even if his feelings were almost certainly one-sided.

Zarbon's eyes widened when feeling Frieza's hand trail down his body, one of his fingers gently grasping the hem of his spandex-

"L-Lord Frieza, wait!" he blurted out. His breaths became more ragged as his anxiety grew, nervous of Frieza's reaction. Thankfully, Frieza ceased his actions the moment Zarbon spoke up, keeping both hands away from his lower body and instead rested them back on his chest. "Zarbon? What's wrong....is this too much? Do you wish to stop?" he asked, his tone laced with concern. Though the green haired man shook his head. He felt embarrassed at what he was about to say....but he needed to say it. He just couldn't go through with this until he said it. "I-I apologize....there is just something I-I need to say...." he stuttered.

Frieza tilted his head slightly before he nodded, adjusting himself so he was sitting comfortable on Zarbon's waist. "Of course, darling....speak to me. I'm listening." he said. A gentle, reassuring smile remained on his lips, patiently waiting for his partner to speak. It helped ease Zarbon's nerves, his breathing slowly returning to normal until he felt he could finally speak. "I....my lord, for quite awhile now, I....I believe I've developed feelings for you," he turned his head away, his expression becoming shameful, "I know these feelings are inappropriate....and I understand you likely don't feel the same way. But....I just couldn't go through with this without telling you...."

The emperor stared at the green haired man for a moment, caught off guard by his confession. Zarbon waited with baited breath for his rejection....but was surprised when a warm hand cupped his cheek and turned it to look back at Frieza. "Darling....of course I feel the same way."

Amber eyes widened in shock. He....what did he just say? Lord Frieza....feels the same way? "Zarbon, I've always felt there was a special connection between us. I assumed you felt it as well - why else do you think I invited you in here tonight? Do you think I'd bring just anyone in here whenever I please? Or that I'd simply use your body for my own pleasure?" Frieza asked. "M-My lord, I....I had no idea. I never imagined someone as incredible as you....could feel anything for a lowly soldier like me." Zarbon admitted. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his eyes becoming glossy as tears threatened to well up in them. Frieza's smile widened, leaning down and giving his partner a tender, loving kiss before he spoke. "You are more than just a soldier to me, Zarbon....you're so much more."

He kissed him again, this one more passionate and heated than the last. Overfilled with joy and relief, Zarbon happily kissed back, finally gathering the courage to reach his hands up to cup Frieza's face. They both moaned softly against each other's lips, with Frieza slipping his tongue into his partner's mouth and taking complete control. Zarbon allowed him to have control - in fact, he loved it. It was difficult for either of them to pull away as they became addicted to each other's taste. But they both felt the need for breath, so finally Frieza broke the kiss, giving them both the chance to pant as they tried to catch their breath. Both their faces were flushed with heat, eyes glazed over with lust and affection. After an intense moment of staring at each other they both smiled, looking more than just pleased - they were happy. Excited even.

"May I continue...?" Frieza asked, to which Zarbon eagerly nodded. He watched as the white ice-jin crawled downwards, and linked his fingers under the hem of his spandex before he pulled them down, and slid them off his legs. The green haired man sighed in relief, his erect member finally free from the confinement of his spandex. Frieza couldn't help smirking. "My goodness, I had assumed you were an impressive size, but it's much more interesting when seeing it personally~" he purred. He trailed a single finger down the underside of the length, making Zarbon shudder as a bolt of pleasure shot through him. "I-I'm glad it pleases you, my lord...." he murmured.

"Indeed. Now....allow *me* to please *you*."

Before Zarbon could ask what that meant, Frieza lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the length of the shaft, causing the taller man to moan in pleasure. The emperor continued with his actions, repeatedly licking up the large member a few times, earning wonderful moans and gasps from the green haired man. He inhaled sharply when Frieza took the head of the member into his mouth, circling his tongue around it before he began to bob his head up and down. "Ahhh! L-Lord Frieza!" Zarbon moaned, using one hand to grip the sheets tightly. The other hand unconsciously moved to rest upon the back of Frieza's head. The emperor smirked, bobbing his head even faster while he moaned around the sensitive organ. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...." Zarbon panted out his moans, his mind becoming clouded with the pleasure he felt.

He whimpered when feeling Frieza cup his balls in his hand, gently massaging them with care. "Oh Kami....ohhh, Frieza...." The white ice-jin was pleased with the reactions he was driving out so far, Zarbon's soft moans becoming music to his ears. He could already feel his member twitch in his mouth, encouraging him to increase his pace. "My lord - ahhh! - s-slow down! I-If you don't....oh Gods, I fear I'll....I'll...!" Zarbon couldn't even finish his sentence before he let out a low, ecstatic moan, spilling his seed into his master's mouth. Frieza didn't mind in the slightest - in fact, he greedily swallowed as much as he could, finding his taste simply delectible. Once he did, he finally pulled his mouth off with a small pop, licking his dark lips in satisfaction. Zarbon panted hard, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, though he felt embarrassed he had come undone so soon. He couldn't help it though....Frieza knew what he was doing, and it just felt too good.

"Was that good, darling?" Frieza asked sweetly. Zarbon nodded without hesitation. "Y-Yes....t-thank you, my lord...."

"The pleasure was all mine. Now, tell me something," he crawled back up Zarbon's body, once again sitting upon his waist, with his thighs on each side of him, "which would you prefer? Do you wish to to take me? Or shall I take you?" he asked. It took a moment for Zarbon's dazed mind to process the question - and once it did, his eyes widened. He hadn't stopped to consider which way they would do this....and now Frieza was allowing him to choose. He wasn't sure which to pick - which option would make Frieza more happy? "I-I'm not sure, my lord....whatever pleases you more." Zarbon stuttered. Frieza tilted his head, smiling as he rubbed his strong chest. "Do you really not know what you want? Or are you trying to please me?" he asked. The green haired man blushed....in all honesty, he *did* know what he wanted. But he couldn't help but think of Frieza's pleasure before his own. "Don't be shy, my dear. Let me please you....tell me what you desire, and I shall make it happen." Frieza stated. Zarbon hesitated for a moment, shyly glancing away. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up....

"....I-I wish for you to take me, my lord."

Frieza blinked in surprise, looking at his partner curiously. "Really? Are you sure, my dear?" he asked. Of course Frieza didn't mind either way. He was simply surprised Zarbon would want to be put in the more vulnerable position, and wanted to make sure this was what he really wanted. But Zarbon nodded. "Yes. I'm sure....this is what I wish for, my lord." he said. It was a more vulnerable position, and it did make Zarbon admittedly nervous. But there was no one he trusted more than Lord Frieza.

The emperor smiled, giving a small nod. "Very well....in that case, let's make sure you'll properly enjoy this." Frieza's tail slithered towards the side, moving towards his nightstand. Zarbon watched nervously as the white ice-jin opened the drawer, and his tail slipped inside to wrap around a bottle of what appeared to be lube. He felt his heart pound faster as Frieza moved the bottle into his hand, and crawled back down so he was sitting between Zarbon's legs. "Now, try to relax....this might hurt just a bit, but it'll feel better within a few moments." Frieza said gently, coating a couple of his fingers with the lube. Zarbon shut his eyes tight, trying his best to relax....he gasped when feeling a finger slip into his entrance.

Frieza was gentle with his ministrations, keenly moving his finger around the warm, tight space. Zarbon felt only felt a twinge of pain, which slowly began to melt away the more Frieza touched him. Soft moans escaped from his lips, shuddering as his inner walls were rubbed in just the right way. The emperor smiled, pleased his partner seemed to be adjusting well. He felt encouraged to slip a second finger inside, doing a scissor motion to carefully stretch him out further. Zarbon winced, feeling a small burst of pain, jaw clenched. Frieza took notice, and peppering soft kisses on his inner thigh to help distract him. It wasn't long till the pain faded away, and again the green haired man was moaning in pleasure. Frieza couldn't help feeling aroused at the sight before him, feeling his own length stir within him. It wasn't long till his cloaca had opened up, and his member slipped out of hiding. Zarbon took notice of this, glancing down curiously. Obviously, Frieza wasn't quite as big as he was, but he was sure this would be pleasurable nonetheless.

"There....I think you're ready." the emperor murmured. He pulled his fingers out and pushed Zarbon's legs farther apart, however he took a moment to coat his member with the lube. Even if his member was already self-lubricated, he didn't want to risk hurting the man beneath him. Once he felt ready, he set the lube aside on the nightstand before he crawled over his partner, teasing his entrance with his member. "Are you ready, Zarbon?" Frieza asked softly. The taller man took a few deep breaths before he nodded, looking up into Frieza's piercing red eyes. "Yes....I'm ready, my lord."

The white ice-jin nodded, using a hand to guide his member inside....he managed to slip in with ease, biting his lip as the tight warmth surrounded his length. Zarbon let out a loud moan, leaning his head back against the pillow. "Lord Frieza...!" he gasped breathlessly. "Save your voice, darling - we've only just begun~" Frieza said with a smirk. He grasped his partner's hips and gently began to thrust into him, bursts of pleasure igniting within both of them. Both men moaned in ecstacy, their minds slowly becoming clouded with need. "Good Kami, Zarbon....you feel marvelous! I never imagined you'd feel this tight!" Frieza stated. His tail moved to coil around one of Zarbon's legs, pulling him in deeper with each thrust.

Zarbon panted heavily, reaching his arms up to rest upon Frieza's waist. "Ahhh, ahhh....my lord...!" he moaned. His nails dug into Frieza's skin as the white ice-jin increased his pace, eager to go as deep as he could. As he kept up with his motions, his eyes moved down to Zarbon's member, which was once again erect and eager to be touched. A smirk made it's way onto Frieza's face as he took one of his hands and wrapped it around the sensitive organ, pumping it to the same rhythm of his thrusts. Zarbon cried out in delight, hardly able to withstand the extra pleasure. "Frieza....Frieza....ohhh, Lord Frieza!" he moaned. The white ice-jin chuckled, lowering his head towards his partner's neck. "I must say, it's *wonderful* to hear you call my name like that~" he purred. He nipped at his neck, causing a delightful whimper to escape Zarbon's lips.

"Does this please you, Zarbon? Having me touch you, and be inside you?" He increased the pace of his thrusts and strokes as he spoke, becoming more and more aroused by the sounds he drove out. "Yes! Yes, my lord....please don't stop! Ahhh!" Zarbon moaned. His face became damp with sweat, strands of his hair sticking to the side of his face. His moans were momentarily silenced when Frieza crashed his lips against his own, kissing him feverishly. Zarbon loved every moment of this. He had imagined this very moment before - to have his master take him and bring him immense pleasure. And it seemed Frieza was thoroughly enjoying himself as well, groaning in pleasure as Zarbon's tight walls clamped down around him. He unconsciously squeezed Zarbon's member tighter, making the green haired man break the kiss with a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck, Zarbon....I don't believe I'll last much longer...!" Frieza growled, finally ramming himself into Zarbon's tight ass. The taller man held Frieza closer, trying to keep himself from going over the edge. But with the combined sensation of Frieza ramming into him, and stroking his member with the perfect pace and pressure - he just couldn't prevent the thread from snapping any longer. He arched his back and cried out, spilling his seed onto his stomach. The emperor growled once more, giving a few more powerful thrusts before he groaned, spilling inside his partner. Both of them took a moment to pant hard, catching their breath from the intense love-making. Zarbon rest his head against Frieza's chest, relaxing when hearing his pounding heart beat slowly calming down. He felt so happy....so happy he could have this moment with the person he cared about most.

Frieza looked down at the taller man, smiling when seeing the content look on his face. "How was that, darling? Was it everything you hoped for?" he asked sweetly, kissing the top of his head. "Yes, my lord....everything I hoped, and more. Thank you...." Zarbon murmured. The emperor released his hold on Zarbon's member and instead ran his fingers through his soft hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Thank *you*, my dear. I'm very pleased you wished to do this with me....although it seems I caused quite a mess, didn't I?"

The little comment made Zarbon blush brightly, only just then processing how his stomach was covered in his own seed, while his ass was filled to the brim with Frieza's. "I-It would seem so...." he murmured. Frieza chuckled, finding his embarrassment adorable. He pulled himself out of his partner, making Zarbon shudder at the loss, before watching in confusion as Frieza crawled off the bed. "Come - allow me to clean you up. I think I nice bath before bed would be rather relaxing, don't you think?" the emperor purred, offering an outstretched hand with a loving smile. Zarbon smiled back, shyly brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

"Yes....I believe that'd be rather lovely."

He took Frieza's hand and stood up from the bed, though his legs were a bit shaky from exhaustion. He happily allowed his master and newfound lover to lead him into his personal washroom, eager to enjoy some proper relaxation with him....something he never thought he'd get to experience in a million years. He had to be the luckiest man in the universe right now.

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For a few moments, Zamasu let the warm water pour down on him, streaming down his face and down his neck and back. It did well in providing him soothing warm and serenity, but he stared at the shower knobs with slight dread. The moment he shut it off, he knew he'd have to step out of the bathroom, and go into the bedroom, where Cell was no doubt waiting for him. He could already feel his cheeks flush with heat at the thought, his stomach turning slightly with nerves.

Tonight was the night it'd finally happen. After being together for a little over a year, Zamasu finally agreed the two could take things to the next level. Normally, this sort of thing would never even interest the Kai. Sexual activities always seemed bizarre, and sometimes even unappealing to him. It was part of why he didn't even have a romantic partner for so long before meeting Cell. But the connection he had with Cell was....special. He made him feels things he's never felt before, both good and bad (mostly good). Because of him, he finally got to experience "true love" and why everyone found it so magical. And with that discovery, came other following feelings he's never felt before....like sexual arousal. For the past couple months, the idea of experiencing such an intimate moment with Cell (and only Cell) became more and more appealing. So finally, Zamasu had told his partner he was ready to try this exciting idea - and Cell was more than happy to oblige.

The Kai let out a sigh before finally turning off the shower, and carefully stepped out in front of a mirror. Being physically exposed wasn't something he was used to. He wasn't ashamed of his body by any means, but the idea of having someone else touching him, and seeing him entirely bare - it made him feel a tad anxious. But as long as it was Cell he did this with, he didn't mind. Besides, he was far too curious to finally see what sex was like. He looked to the shower that hung on the wall nearby, quickly snatching it and wrapping it around his waist. The nervous knot in his stomach twisted tighter as he looked to the bathroom door. He stared at it for a few seconds, took a deep breath....and grasped the door knob.

Cell waited patiently in their bed, laid out in a little pose on his side, a smile on his face. He couldn't deny he was excited for this - for a little while, he began to think Zamasu would never want to have sex. This was something he was initially okay with, anything to make sure Zamasu was happy and comfortable. But it was hard to resist him when he had such a gorgeous face, and no doubt the perfect body underneath the robes he wore - well built figure, but still lean and slim. He'd been *dying* to know how his partner looked without all those clothes in the way, and occasionally he'd like to make jokes to the Kai about wanting to see more of him, but ultimately, he never pushed Zamasu into doing anything. He didn't want to cause him any discomfort to his partner, so he let it be. So it came as quite a shock to the bug man when Zamasu suddenly came up to him earlier today and said he wanted to finally take things further.

The bug man perked up when hearing the bathroom door open - and his eyes widened.

Zamasu only wore a white towel around his waist. Otherwise, the rest of his beautiful body was available for him to see, his green skin still soft and flush from the shower water. Little drops would slide down his pecs and stomach, while others would drip off from the tips of his beautiful white hair, which clung to the left side of his face. His silver eyes were glued to the floor, cheeks bright pink with an adorable, embarrassed blush. How could Cell not stare at him? He certainly couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his own lips, raising a brow.

"Well hello, gorgeous~"

The Kai closed his eyes and turned his head away, folding his arms across his chest. "Silence!" he hissed quietly, though his tone lacked any real anger. "Oh come on, I can't help it," Cell stated in defense, sitting up before standing up before him, "after all, how can I resist someone as handsome and sexy as *you*~?" Zamasu's blush became brighter. In a way, he did enjoy Cell's flattery - it always seemed inappropriate, but he knew it was just Cell's way of complimenting him. But it also felt a embarrassing....especially since, he didn't exactly feel "sexy" or many of the other things the bug man would say. "....are such comments necessary?" Zamasu asked.

Cell paused, taking a moment to study his partner's expression. While on the outside he bore a neutral, even stern expression, he could see the nervousness in those silver eyes....it seemed clear Zamasu was trying not to look as anxious as he was really feeling. The bug man's smirk changed into a more genuine smile, gently grasping his partner's chin and turning his head up to look at him. "I'm sorry. I'm really just trying to be nice....are you sure you feel ready for this? Because we can wait for another time." he said gently. Zamasu gave his partner a surprised expression, suddenly caught up in his beautiful eyes....one would think the pink color would make them look softer, but somehow they appeared more intense with emotion. Still, the look he was given already made him feel less nervous, and instead felt that fluttering excitement he's felt before.

"Um....n-no, that's okay. I still wish to do this....as long as it's with you, than I don't mind." Zamasu stated. Cell's smile widened, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers against the Kai's cheek, his skin soft to the touch. Zamasu thought for a few seconds before he decided to lean against his touch, pushing his palm against his face. The bug man's hand felt warm, bringing a surprising sense of comfort. He remained still as Cell leaned his face towards his, and connected their lips in a soft kiss. The Kai instinctively raised his hands to rest upon Cell's broad shoulders, pulling him closer against him and as the kiss was deepened. He could feel Cell's tongue lick his bottom lip, asking to enter his moist cavern, which he hesitated to comply for a few seconds before opening his mouth. Zamasu's eyes squeezed tighter at the foreign feeling, a quiet whimper escaping him.

The two continued to make out for a few moments, holding each other closer before they finally pulled away to catch their breath. Cell's face was flushed with heat now, his eyes glazed over with lust and admiration. It made Zamasu shyly look away, keeping his gaze fixated on his chest instead. "You know, you look *so* adorable like this. I hardly ever get to see you so shy and nervous...." Cell murmured with a soft chuckle. "Don't say such things...!" Zamasu hissed quietly. He couldn't help but feel tense, still unused to the exposure he currently felt. He flinched when feeling Cell's hand rest on his back, though he relaxed as he rubbed it gently with his palm.

"Just try to relax...." the bug man said softly. Zamasu closed his eyes and tried to do just that, focusing on the pleasant feeling of his partner's gentle touch. It wasn't long till his hand traveled lower, and grasped the hem of the towel. The Kai resisted the urge to stop him, allowing him to take it off and revealing the rest of his vulnerable form to the bug man. Cell took a brief look down, only taking a modest peek before he looked back up to his partner. "Beautiful....just as wonderful as the rest of you." he stated. He dared to slide his hand down towards his ass and give it a small squeeze. A quiet gasp escaped Zamasu's lips - he was surprised by how good the small actions felt.

Cell noticed this, a smirk returning to his face as he leaned towards the side of his neck. "I gotta say, I've been wondering which places would make you squirm the most....like maybe right here...." He began to gently kiss and nibble along his neck, sending shivers down Zamasu's side and earning him a small moan. "Or maybe these cute ears of yours...." Cell lifted his head slightly to gently nibble on the Kai's ear lobe - *that* caused a reaction, making Zamasu whimper and tighten his hold on Cell's shoulders. "Oh yeah, you're *really* sensitive there, aren't ya?" the bug man purred, chuckling before nibbling on his ear again. "C-Cell...." Zamasu panted out, lightly scratching down his sturdy bio-armor. He couldn't believe such a simple action could feel so good. He didn't even notice his member was reacting to the attention, quickly becoming more erect.

The bug man pulled away to enjoy the flushed look on Zamasu's face before gesturing to the bed. "Come on....lie down." he said. The Kai nervously glanced at his partner before he complied, moving towards the bed and laying on his back, resting his head against the pillow. He stiffened as the bug man crawled onto the bed with him, though rather than crawl on top of him, he laid beside him, resting a hand on his chest. "Like I said before, just try to relax....I'm not going to hurt you. You know I'd never do that, right?" Cell said gently.

"Of course....I know." Zamasu said with a nod. Of all the things Zamasu was certain of, that was something he did know - Cell would never hurt him. "If at any point you want to stop, or there's something you don't like, just tell me, and I'll stop. Okay?" the bug man stated. The Kai nodded. He closed his eyes as Cell leaned down and kissed him again, this one a bit lighter than the previous one. Zamasu raised one arm up to cup Cell's cheek, tracing the outlines of the purple stripes on his face with his fingertips. He shivered as Cell's hand rubbed small circles on his chest, causing him to groan softly against his lips. The bug man's touch felt nice, enjoying the warmth from his palm. New sensations buzzed along his skin as Cell's hand slid back up to his face, and he broke the kiss to again bite his neck.

Zamasu bit his lip to suppress the noises that wanted to escape, unconsciously turning his head to the side to expose more of his neck. Small bursts of pleasure erupted against his skin, making him tremble slightly. The nervous knot in his stomach faded away the more Cell touched him, arousal slowly clouding his mind. He had no idea such sensations could be this addictive - suddenly he didn't want his partner to stop even once. "O-Ohhh....Cell-"

He gasped when Cell's hand suddenly wrapped around his member.

Instinctively Zamasu grasped onto Cell's wrist, slightly startled at his most vulnerable area being touched. Cell immediately paused his actions, giving his partner a concerned look. "Sorry....was that too sudden?" he asked. He began to loosen his grip, prepared to let his member go, but Zamasu quickly pulled his own hand away. "N-No, y-you're fine. I'm just....not used to this." the Kai murmured, looking away as his face blushed brighter. Cell gave a small smile, pecking his cheek before adjusting his hold on his partner's member. "Tell me how this feels." he said. He began to do gentle strokes up and down the shaft, keeping his palm firmly around it. Zamasu inhaled sharply before he began to pant softly, struggling to keep quiet as small bolts of pleasure shot up his spine. "T-That...haaa, i-it feels strange....n-not bad, but - ahh!" A sharp whine escaped him when Cell gave him a sharp squeeze.

"You look so beautiful like this...." Cell whispered in his ear, chuckling before he gently bit his ear lobe. Zamasu couldn't help shuddering - fuck, that really was a sensitive spot for him. His panting became heavier as Cell's strokes increased in speed, making his toes curl and legs squirming. He swore, his body had never felt this hot before. "You seem to really enjoy this, gorgeous. Shall I give you more~?" the bug man purred. He lowered his head and began to kiss down his chest, momentarily ceasing his stroking as he kissed down his body. Zamasu was given a few mercilful moments to catch his breath, taking a few deep breaths. He hadn't even noticed Cell had kissed all the way down to his abdomen - he gasped when feeling his warm tongue trail up his shaft.

"Good Kami...!" A loud moan finally escaped him as Cell took the head of the member into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Zamasu's eyes shut tight, draping an arm over his face to try to hide his blushing expression. This was a bit embarrassing - the bug man was eagerly sucking at his cock after all. It wasn't like him to participate in such filthy acts. But at the same time, the sensations he felt were nothing short of incredible, especially since it seemed like Cell knew what he was doing. He knew how far to bob his head before bringing it back up, when to pause and wrap his tongue around him, and even fondled his package in one of his large hands. Zamasu couldn't stop the moans escaping his lips even if he wanted to, but despite the pleasure he felt, he still tried his best to keep his volume low.

"C-Cell...." he whimpered. Cell couldn't help smirking, pleased with the quiet sounds of pleasure he got out of his partner. He could tell the Kai was struggling to keep his moans quiet, only further encouraging him to bob his head faster. Zamasu's jaw clenched, his free hand fisting the sheets beneath him. "Ahhh, ahhh, Cell...!" his whined, his voice sounding more desperate. Cell's wings fluttered slightly upon hearing the Kai. He briefly wondered if he should try to make his partner finish, or if he should wait to do so during the main event. He didn't want to make his partner too exhausted and want to stop before getting to the best part. But the more he heard those wonderful moans of his, the harder it was to resist trying to make him finish. Eventually though, he finally willed himself to pull his member out of his mouth and sat up. Zamasu struggled to catch his breath, taking a minute to calm down from the heated moment.

The bug man pulled his arm away from his face, making him look up at him. Cell gave him a wide smile. "You enjoying yourself so far, gorgeous?" he murmured. Zamasu blushed in embarrassment, moving his gaze to the side. "Y-Yes....I am." He sounded almost ashamed saying such a thing though. Cell frowned slightly, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "Hey....don't be embarrassed. There's nothing to feel bad about."

Zamasu sighed, allowing his partner to cup his cheek. "I-I just....I never expected to find myself in this sort of scenario. Allowing my most vulnerable areas to be touched like this, to make such obscene noises, to allow lust to consume me....I suppose I thought I was above such 'primal' needs. And yet here we are, acting no better than animals in heat...." he murmured. The bug man couldn't help chuckling, causing the Kai to look at him surprised. "I guess I can get that - especially from the perspective of a Kai. But you know sex can mean more than just carnal lust or whatever, right?" he said. He moved his hand off Zamasu's cheek and instead began to run his fingers through his hair. "Believe it or not, it can also be passionate act of love. When two people care and trust each other so much, they're willing to be that vulnerable with one another. It's....well, it's why I've wanted to do this with you for so long...."

The Kai's eyes widened, his whole face becoming bright red. "Did....did you just inadvertently tell me you....love me?"

Cell blinked, not realizing what he said till Zamasu pointed it out. "Oh. Heh, I guess I did." He stated with a smile. Now that he thought about it, that was the first time he said that to his partner. He wasn't sure why it took so long to say that, but he was glad he could say it now. Zamasu was speechless, unsure of how to react. All he could focus on was the warm feeling building up in his heart, bringing him an immense sense of joy he wasn't expecting. He didn't Cell would ever say those words to him, and he initially didn't think such words would really feel all that special. But nothing could compare to the happiness he felt right then and there.

"Zamasu? You alright?" Cell asked, noticing his partner's stunned silence. The Kai stared at him a few moments longer....before a wide, loving smile spread across his face. He reached both hands up to grab his face and pulled him down for a loving kiss, quietly moaning against his lips. Cell gladly reciprocated the affection, a small purr rumbling from his throat as the kiss deepened. They let the kiss linger for a few more moments before pulling away, smiling at each other. "Shall I continue, handsome~?" Cell asked with a smirk, making Zamasu chuckle at his eagerness. "Yes, you may."

Cell reached over on the nightstand, where he had a bottle of lube prepared just for this occassion. Zamasu blushed as his partner sat back a bit, spreading his legs farther apart for him. Any lingering nerves he felt before had melted away, and now only eager curiosity filled his mind, suddenly excited by what sensations his partner would bring him next. The bug man poured some of the lube into his hand before setting the bottle aside and looking to his partner. "This might feel a little uncomfortable at first. Just try to relax, and it'll feel better." he said. Zamasu gave a small nod, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Cell gently stroked his thigh with one hand, while with the other he slowly slipped a finger into his partner's entrance. The Kai tensed slightly, a shaky breath escaping him before he soon relaxed.

It was a weird feeling, but it slowly became more pleasurable the more Cell's finger moved around inside him. The bug man made sure to be gentle with his ministrations, moving his finger around keenly. Once he felt Zamasu was well adjusted, he added a second one. Zamasu hissed quietly, feeling something *almost* like pain, causing his breathing to become more ragged. "You okay...?" Cell asked softly, moving his fingers in slow, gentle patterns. The Kai nodded, huffing for another moment before pleasure finally sunk in, and he moaned quietly. Cell's fingers already felt surprisingly large inside of him....he could only imagine how Cell's shaft would feel. The bug man couldn't help having similar thoughts, surprised by how tight the Kai felt around his fingers. The idea of having his member inside, feeling the tight warmth for himself....it had him feel rather excited.

He hadn't even realized his member was slipping out of hiding, his black sheath sliding back to reveal the large shaft. Zamasu managed to open his eyes and look up at his partner, giving him pleading look. He didn't want to wait anymore - he felt eager to feel his partner entirely. "Cell...." he murmured softly. The bug man glanced up at his partner, smiling down at him before pulling his fingers out. He hurried to grab the bottle beside him and pour a bit more lube in his hand before coating his member in it. Zamasu bit his lip as he watched his partner slowly crawl on top of him, his large form towering over his own. He could feel Cell's member tease his entrance, causing his heart pound against his chest. "Are you ready, Zamasu?" Cell asked gently. The Kai looked back up into his eyes, staring at him with intense need and tenderness. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes....I think I'm ready."

The bug man nodded, grasping his member and slowly guiding it inside his partner. Immediately Zamasu's eyes widened and he threw his head back with a gasp, caught off guard by the intense pressure of being stretched out. He shut his eyes and tried his best to relax, but when Cell gently shoved the rest of his member into him, he couldn't help letting out loud cry. "AHHHH!" Zamasu reached his arms up to tightly wrap around Cell's neck, burying his face against his chest. Cell paused his actions and gave his partner a concerned expression, gently rubbing the back of his head. "Shhh, take it easy....are you alright? Is it too much?" he asked gently. The Kai could hardly think, his mind overwhelmed by the wave of foreign sensations his body was experiencing. There was a fair amount of pain, but also pleasure, and the two somehow twisted together into a feeling that Zamasu could hardly process. Small tears streamed down his cheeks, breathing heavily against Cell's chest.

"I....ahh, I-I'm okay. J-Just....ohhh, Kami!" His nails dug into Cell's back, lightly scratching the sturdy bio-armor. "Just take a moment to relax...." Cell murmured softly, kissing the top of his head. He waited patiently while his partner adjusted to his size, clinging onto him tightly. He couldn't deny Zamasu felt *wonderful* though - he felt just as warm and tight as he had expected, maybe even more so. But he refused to move a single inch without making sure Zamasu was okay. Luckily, it didn't seem to take too long for the Kai to adjust. Soon, his expression slowly relaxed, and his breathing began to even out. Eventually he sighed and spoke up. "Y-You....can move, now...."

Cell obeyed the quiet command, grasping Zamasu's hips before giving an experimental thrust. The Kai moaned in pleasure, his body relaxing significantly. Cell took this as a good sign, and continued with his gentle thrusts, slowly moving in and out. Zamasu leaned his head back and moaned to the ceiling, becoming enraptured with the pleasure he was feeling. "Ahhh....ahhhh....ohhh...." A pleased smile spread across the the bug man's lips, taking immense satisfaction from his partner's pleasured expression. He had this vision in his mind for awhile now, and it felt like a dream come true to finally see his beautiful partner beneath him and making those adorable sounds of pleasure. Cell increased his pace a bit, trying to go deeper into the Kai's tight warmth, making Zamasu cry out from the sensation.

"Cell! Oh Kami, Cell!" The bug man's smirk widened, leaning down towards the side of his face. "You have no idea how amazing you look right now....seeing that blush on your face is simply marvelous~" he purred. Zamasu whimpered, turning his head away. "C-Cell, I....d-don't say such embarrassing - AHH!" Cell was again nibbling at his sensitive ear lobe, making the Kai squirm beneath him. It was almost more distracting than the constant pleasure of his member plunging deep inside him. "N-Not there....C-Cell, it's too much...." he whimpered, though in truth, all he wanted was to have him bite harder. Cell merely chuckled, licking behind his ear before whispering more words to him. "And you can't imagine how incredible your tight ass feels....I feel like I can barely move~" he growled. A shiver went down Zamasu's spine, and he tried again to hide his face in his partner's chest.

"By the Gods....that voice...!" Cell's smooth, erotic voice speaking in that low tone had him feeling weak. He could feel a chuckle rumble from his throat. "You have a wonderful voice too, gorgeous....especially when it's calling *my* name." Suddenly Cell tightened his hold on Zamasu's hips and significantly increased his pace, going both faster and rougher. Little did he realize he perfectly struck the Kai's sweet spot, making him cry out in pleasure. "CELL! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Cell, please!" he pleaded, and yet he hardly even knew what he was pleading for. The bug man took the chance to reach down and grasp his partner's member, furiously stroking it to the same rhythm of his thrusts. Zamasu could hardly handle all the new sensations at once, each powerful thrust feeling so intense it was dizzying. He tried to keep his eyes open to look at Cell's smirking expression, but it was too difficult with the pounding pleasure that clouded his mind. It didn't help he felt something else building up in his abdomen, a strange tension he'd never felt before.

"C-Cell, I-I feel....Gods, I feel strange! S-Something feels like its....b-building up...!" he whimpered. Cell was only briefly puzzled by what the Kai was talking about before his smirk returned. "That's alright....that's perfectly normal....you're just close to cumming." he panted out. Zamasu was surprised - this was what an oncoming orgasm felt like? He didn't realize it'd feel this intense....the need for release was almost excruciating. "Cell, please....I-I *need* to...to...." he whimpered desperately.

"Don't worry, gorgeous....I've gotcha." Cell stated. He made his thrusts more keenly aimed, going for that sweet spot that drove Zamasu crazy. At the same time, he pumped his hand faster around the Kai's shaft, making Zamasu cry out once more. "Oh Kami....too much! It's too much! I-I'm gonna...!" The final thread of tension finally snapped. And he cried out as his powerful orgasm washed over him, cum spilling from his shaft and onto his stomach. The very sight was too much for Cell to handle, growling as he gave a few more powerful thrusts before finally spilling into his partner with a loud groan. Zamasu gasped in surprise, caught off guard by the warm feeling of being filled up by Cell's seed. The two remained that way for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, with Cell giving a few more lazy thrusts before finally pulling out of him.

Almost immediately, all of Zamasu's strength left his body, and his arms dropped beside him as he went limp beneath the bug man. He could hardly keep his eyes open, tempted to just let sleep succumb him right then and there. But soft lips pressed against his own helped awaken him, smiling into the kiss. When Cell pulled away, both of them couldn't help giving each other a loving smile. "That....was amazing. *You* were amazing." the bug man stated breathlessly. Zamasu gave a tired chuckle, petting Cell's cheek with his finger tips. "I hardly did a thing....you were the one who did all the work. And it was wonderful." he stated. Cell was tempted to make some crude, inappropriate comment, but decided against it so he wouldn't ruin the moment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Indeed....but I hope you plan to clean me up," Zamasu stated with a raised brow - both his stomach and ass were unfortunately a mess, "I got myself all fresh just for this evening, and you went and ruined it."

"Hehe, you're right. How rude of me. Here...." he carefully picked up his partner bridal style, and climbed off the bed. "Let's enjoy a nice, warm bath together. I'm sure that'll make up for this, right?" he said, and Zamasu's smile widened. "Yes, I believe it will...." he said. He shyly looked away for a moment, hesitating to speak further before he sighed and looked back up at his partner. "Cell," he waited till the bug man gave him his full attention, a light blush on his cheeks, "I....I love you."

Cell blinked in surprise, not expecting such a response. However he happily smiled and gave him a gentle kiss before he replied. "I love you too...."

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"Cooler for Kami's sake, tell me where we're goin'!" Geliaden insisted with a small giggle, still struggling to stumble forward with each step. He didn't have much choice though, considering he was blindfolded. He could only trust Cooler to guide him as he gently pushed him forward with his hands on his hips. "It won't be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it?" the purple ice-jin replied with a chuckle. He made completely sure Geliaden couldn't spoil the surprise, landing the transport ship a decent distance away from their main location before walking him the rest of the way. "Yew know I don't like surprises...." Geliaden's tone dipped just a tad. That wasn't exactly true, but given his experience, a lot of the surprises he faced weren't always pleasant.

"Well you're gonna like this one. I promise." Cooler stated. "Aye! Yew'll like it, Papa!" Sundaee added, holding Geliaden's hand and helping guide him. The younger twins, Gilette and Milanos, each kept a hand on one of Geliaden's legs so they could keep close. It made the red ice-jin a little nervous about stepping on one of them. "I hope yew're all right." Geliaden stated with a chuckle. It took another minute or so of guiding him before Cooler finally had the red ice-jin stop. Geliaden tilted his head curiously. There was music playing in the background, ratherly loudly at that, but....it sounded *so* familiar. Nostalgic, really. Where else has he heard this...? "Okay, you can take the blind fold off now." Cooler stated, smiling widely. Geliaden did just that, eager to finally figure out what was going on....almost immediately his eyes widened, and he dropped the blind fold.

"What in the...?"

Nostalgia immediately washed over him, like a wave from the ocean. The lights, the tents, the people, the different stands....this was really it. It was the circus - not the same one he used to be in, but still rather impressive looking. The tall tent stood proudly in the center of what looked like a plaza of the town, it's bright lights illuminating everything around it. Somehow seeing the sight late at night made it all the more magical appearing.

"Ta-daaaa! Supwise!" both twins cheered in unison. "It's the circus, Papa! Daddy told us yew liked the circus!" Sundaee stated, looking up at her papa with wide, excited eyes. "Yes....I do." Geliaden murmured. He was honestly a little speechless. "Cooler...." he turned to face him, a smile spreading across his face as he blinked away tears, "this is....I mean, how did yew even find this? I didn't think there were circus events anymore." he stated. "I wasn't sure there were any as well. But not too long ago, I found out this show was coming up - and it just happened to align with your hatchday. I know you don't think much about your hatchday, but since I know you haven't been able to see the circus in quite awhile, I figured it'd be a good way to spend it. Especially since it'd be a new experience for the children as well...." Cooler explained. He blushed a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "I hope....this is okay."

The purple ice-jin was genuinely nervous about this idea. Yes, Geliaden definitely enjoyed the circus. But he was also worried bringing him to this place might dread up some unexpected emotions for his husband....it wouldn't be the first time such a thing happened. But as he said, the opportunity just seemed too good to pass up. Luckily, Geliaden seemed to approve of the idea, if his wide smile said anything. "Oh Cooler...." he murmured. He wiped his eyes before he quickly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Cooler's neck and pulling him down for a loving kiss. Both ice-jin smiled against each other's lips, allowing the kiss to linger for a few moments longer before Sundaee spoke up. "Papaaa! Daddyyyy! Can yew kiss later?! We wanna go inside!" she whined. "Aye! Inside!" Gilette added, pointing towards the tent. Milanos silently pointed towards the tent as well, though he seemed more shy to mention anything.

The parents chuckled as they pulled away and smiled down at the young ones. "Yes, of course - let's go look inside." Geliaden stated. He held each of the twin's hands while Cooler picked up Sundaee and held her in his arms. He could probably let her down later, but he knew his rambunctious daughter was gonna want to wander off to look at *everything*. The family made their way towards the entrance, although they had to pause when the man at the ticket stand asked for their tickets. Cooler, who had bought the tickets weeks ahead of time, happily held them out for the man to take, and the family could finally step inside. The children looked around in awe, star struck even though the show hadn't started yet. Gilette couldn't see what was going on, but just feeling the exciting buzz in the air was enough to make her happy. Eventually, Sundaee spotted a nearby food cart, causing her to unconsciously lick her lips.

"Daddy, can we please get some snacks?" she asked, pointing to the cart. Both parents looked to the cart before smiling at each other and nodding. "Certainly, my little princess." Cooler replied. The family made their way to the cart, where the man in charge greeted them with a wide smile. "Howdy, folks! Glad you could come down to our little show! What're we feeling hungry for today?" he asked. His behavior was nothing but bubbly and friendly - maybe a bit too friendly. But that was probably so he could better convince customers to buy food. "What do you have to offer, kind sir?" Cooler asked, deciding to go along with the little sales pitch. "Well we got your classic buttery popcorn, some tasty caramel apples, refreshing soda to drink - maybe the kiddies would be interested in some delicious cotton candy?" the food cart man suggested, raising a brow. Gilette tilted her head curiously, as did Milanos. "Cotton....candy?" she said slowly.

Sundaee looked to her parents. "Daddy? Papa? What's cotton candy?" she asked innocently. "Well, tis a unique type of sweet, young one. Tis light and fluffy tastin'." Geliaden explained. "Yes, and full of sugar....is this a good idea, Geliaden?" Cooler asked, leaning closer towards him so the children couldn't hear. "Hah! Probably not - but they should get the full experience, shouldn't they?" the red ice-jin replied. Cooler couldn't help smiling at that comment. "I suppose that's true," he looked back at the food cart man, "we'll get two cotton candy sticks. And a small bag of popcorn." he said. "And a caramel apple too!" Geliaden quickly added. What can he say? He had a sweet tooth. The cart man did just that, first placing the popcorn on the counter, then giving Geliaden his apple, and finally getting the two cotton candy sticks. Cooler handed one cottom candy stick to Sundaee, and the other to Geliaden. "Whoa! These are big!" Sundaee stated, staring at her new treat in surprise. "Yes, it is. Which is why yew'll only be gettin' *one*. Yewr siblings will share this other one." Geliaden stated.

"Alright, let's go find some seats. I believe the show will start soon." Cooler said. The family hurried to the stands to find a good place to sit. Eventually they found a place at the very bottom row, getting an upclose view of everything. As they waited, Sundaee took a bite of her cotton candy - her eyes widened the moment is melted in her mouth. "Whoa! This candy is weird! It disappeared from my mouth!" she stated. Hearing that made the twins look at their sibling curiously. Geliaden gave them each a small piece so they could try it too. They looked just as surprised as their older sister did, though they definitely enjoyed it, already reaching out for more.

Suddenly the lights shut off, and a stagelight was shined in the center of the room, revealing a short man wearing a ringmaster outfit. He gave a wide smile as he looked around the excited crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming down to our wonderful little circus! Our friends have put together a spectacular show for you folks tonight! I only hope you enjoy it as much as we do!" the ringmaster stated. Not long after, the show finally began with all it's glory! The show started strong with some animal acts, leading the animals to do certain tricks like jumping through hoops or balancing on balls. Next came the acts of what seemed to be the strong man, lifting all sorts of crazy weights and doing a few other interesting acts. The children were reveling in all of it so far, watching with wide eyes. Even Gilette enjoyed what she was hearing, despite not being able to see what was happening - all the new sounds excited her, and since it sounded like everyone else was happy, she was happy too.

Things got especially exciting once the clowns rolled in on a tiny vehicle, and came flooding out in their wild and colorful costumes. Sundaee smiled widely, tail wagging behind her. "Oh wow! What're those people, Papa?! They look silly!" she stated. Geliaden chuckled. "Those are clowns, little one. They're suppose to make the audience laugh." he explained. Milanos frowned a little, curling up closer to his papa. He didn't like how they looked so much. They seemed a little....disturbing looking. Especially with all that make-up on in a weird way. "It's alright, Milanos, the clowns aren't scary. They're silly - just watch." Cooler insisted. Milanos hesitated but continued to watch the show. And just as Cooler had said, they were acting silly - they spread each other with water from little flowers, pretended to fall over each other, got into little fist fights (which were staged), and a number of other different silly performances. Sundaee was rolling in laughter the entire time, with Gilette joining in as well. Milanos enjoyed it more as well, smiling a bit as he watched the performance. Although the whole family became surprised when one of the clowns suddenly approached them.

"Would one of you kind fellas like to volunteer for a little joke?" the clown asked in a goofy voice. "Ooh! Ooh! Daddy, you should do it!" Sundaee immediately piped up, jumping up and down in her seat. "Yeah! Daddy play!" Gilette added. Milanos nodded his own head eagerly as well. Cooler blinked, a little taken aback by the sudden attention shifted onto him. Geliaden giggled and smirked at his partner. "Well, Cooler? Seems like they want yew to participate." he said. The purple ice-jin was a tad hesitant, but it was hard to say no with the look his kids were giving him. "Hehe, very well," he said, looking back at the clown, "enlighten me of this joke of yours." he said. The clown nodded. "Alright! Then tell me - why did the apple pie join the circus?" he asked. Cooler raised a brow. "I don't know, why?" he said. "Because it loved all the apple-ause - especially after this!"

Before Cooler could process what was happening, he felt the cold splash of a pie being thrown in his face.

The crowd erupted in laughter, echoing throughout the whole tent. Cooler just sat in stunned silence, genuinely surprised by what just happened while his whole family burst into laughter. Even Milanos was laughing his loudest, something he's *never* done before. "Hahahahaha! Oh Kami, Cooler...." Geliaden struggled to calm his laughter down, moving closer and helping wipe some of the pie off his face. The clown chuckled and pulled out a small towel from his pocket before handing it to Cooler. The purple ice-jin couldn't help chuckling himself. Normally, he *would* have been mad by such a sudden act, but it made his family laugh so it satisfied him.

The show went on with it's final act - the acrobats. Everyone watched in awe as the performers swung high above the crowd, doing elegant flips and such in mid-air. The children were surprisingly silent, watching the scene in utter awe. They weren't the only ones though; Geliaden had his eyes glued to the performers, his smile never leaving his face. Cooler couldn't help admiring his husband's expression. He looked happy. He looked really, genuine happy. Cooler never doubted that his husband was satisfied with his life - he knew he loved him very much, and loved their children even more. And with King Cold and Frieza finally accepting their little family, things currently couldn't have been more perfect. But he knew sometimes Geliaden missed this life....being able to perform and let loose without a care in the world. Geliaden had told him stories of that old life, and he always spoke with such passion about it too. He was glad he could bring him back to that world, even if it was just for one night.

Once the show was over, Sundaee wouldn't stop talking about how incredible it was. "That was so much fun! Everythin' looked so cool! Can we come here again some time?" the girl asked, looking up at her parents hopefully. "If we're able to find another show, then we can certainly try." Cooler replied, making the children cheer. "What was yewr favorite part, hmm?" Geliaden asked his daughter curiously. Sundaee blinked before placing a hand on her chin, really taking her time to think over her answer before she smiled. "I like the flying people!" she declared. The red ice-jin blinked in surprise. "Really? Yew liked the acrobats the best?" he asked. "Uh-huh! Their costumes were so pretty! And they must've been really brave to go up so high! I wanna do the same tricks they did!" Sundaee stated eagerly. Geliaden couldn't help but be touched. It was nice that his daughter favorite act was the same as his.

As the family left the tent, Milanos suddenly paused and grabbed his daddy's hand, tugging on his hand lightly. "Hmm? What is it, Milanos?" Cooler asked, looking down at him. The boy pointed towards the left, where it seemed like one of the clowns was making uniquely shaped balloons for any children that passed by. Sundaee soon took notice too and perked up. "Ooh! Can we go get balloons too?! Please?!" she asked. "Yeah! Pwease?" Gilette added. The purple ice-jin chuckled before he nodded. "Alright, take your siblings as well, but come right back when you're done." he said. Sundaee nodded, holding both Gilette and Milano's hands before leading them towards the clown. While they had a brief moment alone, Cooler looked over at his husband. He still had a smile on his face....but now it was a sad smile.

"Geliaden? Are you alright?" Cooler asked. The red ice-jin blinked, snapping out of his thoughts before looking back at his husband. "Aye, I'm fine. I'm really happy, actually...." The purple ice-jin took his partner's hand, pulling him a bit closer. "You sound as though that's a bad thing." he said. Geliaden let out a small sigh, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry. I just....*sigh* tis silly, but....I don't feel like I *deserve* to feel this happy. That I deserve all this." he admitted. This was always a reoccurring problem Geliaden faced, often thinking less of himself, no matter how much Cooler told him otherwise. And while of course he was unbelievably touched by this wonderful surprise Cooler had put together, a part of him couldn't help feeling bad about it as well.

"....I understand, dear," Cooler said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "I know it can be difficult for you to accept these gestures I put together. But you should know, doing all this makes me happy too. It makes me happy to do these things for you, and I suppose the selfish part of me just can't help but try making you happy once in awhile because of that. So, I hope you can forgive me for the rare surprise I wish to give you once in awhile...." Geliaden turned to look up at his partner, the sadness slowly melting away and looking up at his husband with nothing but admiration. "How can I be mad at yew for tryin' to be nice to me...?" he murmured. A spark of their romance ignited between the two ice-jin in that moment, and they leaned close to connect their lips in a tender, loving kiss. Cooler's hands slid around to rest on Geliaden's waist, while the red ice-jin wrapped his arms around his husband's neck to deepen the kiss. They came close to starting a full on make out session - but then the kids came back.

"Papa! Daddy! Look what we got!" Sundaee called. The parents quickly broke the kiss, both blushing a little from embarrassment before quickly compossing themselves and turning to face the young ones. Each of the kids had their own balloon; Sundaee had a little dog, Gilette had a big flower, and Milanos....actually, both parents were stumped on what he had. It was two smaller balloons, one magenta and one red, just in stick figure shape, although an extra balloon was added on each of them to add what appeared to be tails. "Oh wow. Those look very nice - Sundaee, that's a very adorable dog. And you have the prettiest flower, Gilette." Cooler said. Geliaden knelt down to Milanos curiously, head tilted. "And what do yew have, little one?"

"Can't yew tell? It's yew and Daddy - that's what Milanos asked for." Sundaee replied. Milanos blushed a little from the answer, hugging his little balloon dolls closely. Meanwhile both parents were absolutely touched, heart warming expressions appearing on both their faces. "Aww, now isn't that precious...." Geliaden crooned, picking up his son and nuzzling his cheek, making Milanos purr happily. Cooler couldn't help smiling widely.

He was glad he decided to put this trip together. This would no doubt become one of their best family memories together - for all of them.

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"Fuck...." Frost muttered under his breath, panting hard.

He felt absolutely *miserable*. His skin was blistering hot to the touch, his abdomen was starting to cramp, and his cloaca ached with need. He squirmed uncontrollably, rolling around on the bed to find any kind of position that was barely tolerable. Frost hated going through his heating cycle - it was always a difficult time for him. If he had a partner, maybe it'd be different. He'd have someone to not only help take care of his needs, but he could use this time to bond with someone and form a genuine connection. He could entrust someone to share such a special moment. But he just didn't trust anyone during his most vulnerable moment. It made him feel too exposed and nervous.

So instead, he had to deal with this annoying time by himself. This particular cycle felt more intense the last few times however - somehow he felt so much more weaker, and so much more sensitive. And yet no matter how much he touched himself, it just wasn't enough. "Kami, please....just make it stop...." Frost whimpered to himself. His panting got heavier as he thrusted two fingers in and out of his own entrance, trying desperately to reach climax at least once. But somehow, it just felt impossible! "Ohhh....ohhh...." Quiet moans escaped from his lips, both of pain and pleasure. Eventually he gave up on a cloacal orgasm and focused on his throbbing member, wrapping his palm around it and stroking slowly. The feeling was certainly pleasurable, but he also felt incredibly sensitive! All he wanted was to lay back and let the pleasure overtake him - but he was the only one who could provide his own pleasure.

A knock at his door made him jump, ceasing all movements for a moment. "Frost? Are you in there?"

Oh Kami, not *him*! Not NOW!

"U-Um....y-yes, I'm in here, L-Lord Cooler." Frost called out in a shaky voice. He quickly sat up from his bed, grabbing the closest blanket and covering the lower half of his body. Cooler was the current emperor of his empire, another ice-jin like Frost was. He came to work under the emperor a few months ago, seeking both refudge and employment. Frost also had a major crush on him; on the outside, Cooler seemed like a terrifying, harsh man. But in reality, he was actually rather kind, fair, and straightforward. He had always treated Frost rather well, and the blue ice-jin liked to think the two of them had formed a unique friendship - and the last thing he needed was his crush *and* boss to see him in such a state!

"May I come in?" Cooler asked from outside the bedroom. "No! P-Please - I-I'd prefer if you didn't!" Frost quickly said. The purple ice-jin furrowed his brows in concern. He could hear Frost's voice trembling from the other side of the door. The ship wasn't at all cold, so he couldn't help feeling a bit worried if something was wrong. "I just came to check on you....you never showed up to your post today, or tried to contact me. Are you feeling alright?" Cooler asked. Frost swallowed nervously, pulling the blanket further over himself. "I-It's nothing, my lord. I-I'm just....a little sick. That's all." he stuttered out. "Is that so? Shall I retrieve a doctor to come see you-"

"No! No no no, I-I'm okay! Really! I-I just need some rest, and - mmm!" Frost suddenly whimpered in pain, wrapping his arms around his abdomen. He instinctively curled up on himself, trying to relax. Cooler perked up, having heard the pained whimper. "Are you sure, Frost? You don't sound alright." he stated. The blue ice-jin shook his head. "I-I'm fine, my lord. P-Please, don't worry - fuck!" His hissed. His thighs had brushed against his throbbing member, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body that almost felt like pain. It only worked to increase Cooler's concern. "Frost, please let me in. I'll feel better if I see you for myself." he said. Frost's eyes widened, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. No, he can't see him! Not like this!

"No, really my lord! I-I'm fine-"

"I'm worried about you, Frost. This doesn't feel normal. Please, I'll only be a moment-"

"My lord, please....please don't come in," Frost's words came out in a desperate plea, "I-I....I don't want you to see me like this...." The purple ice-jin blinked, confused by that response. What was Frost talking about? "What do you mean by that, Frost?" Cooler asked. The blue ice-jin didn't respond. He couldn't. How was he suppose to tell him? "Frost....it's okay. If something is wrong, you can tell me. I just want to help however I can." Cooler spoke more gently than before, his tone more reassuring. It surprised Frost to hear his lord speak to him in such a way. So kind, and understanding. It made Frost feel a little less nervous. Maybe he could tell him - Cooler was an ice-jin too after all. He would understand, right?

"I-I...." The blue ice-jin shuddered, letting out a shaky breath before he spoke, "My lord....I-I'm going through my heating cycle...." he said quietly. Despite how quietly he spoke, Cooler had heard him - and his eyes widened. It suddenly made sense why Frost was acting so nervous, and didn't want to see him personally. He knew first hand how embarrassing a heating cycle could be, and how vulnerable someone could feel. All the ice-jin feels is clouded need, too absorbed in their lust to control themselves that it would be easy for anyone to take advantage of them and have their way with them. But he also knew how uncomfortable, and even painful it could be when they don't have a partner to mate with....

"Oh....I see. And you're dealing with this by yourself?" Cooler asked slowly. "*sigh* Yes....n-normally I just sleep it off. B-But it's so much worse this time....it won't s-stop...." Frost explained weakly. Cooler's heart ached to hear how strained Frost's voice was. This heating cycle was obviously taking a toll on him. The poor thing....he was surprised Frost didn't have a partner to help him. He couldn't help feeling conflicted - a part of him wanted to offer to help with Frost's cycle himself. Not for his own pleasure, but to help ease the blue ice-jin's suffering. But at the same time, he didn't want to make things confortable between the two of them. The simple act of just suggesting they did a coupling might put a wedge between their friendship. But Frost seemed really miserable though....

He heard another pained whimper from inside the room, and it solidified his decision. He held out a hand and laid it flat against the door, leaning closer towards it. "Frost....do you want me to help?"

The blue ice-jin blinked, confused by the purple ice-jin's words. It took a few moments for him to process the words, and when he did, his eyes widened in shock. Did....did Cooler mean what he thought he meant? Was he really suggesting that the two of them...? "M-My lord....I-I...."

"I understand it's a very sudden and personal suggestion. But I can hear you from out here....you're obviously not feeling well. And its difficult to know you're in such a state - it makes me rather worried, Frost. So, if you'll allow it....I'd like to help you." Cooler explained. Frost was silent for a moment, pondering over the purple ice-jin's words. He and Lord Cooler having sex? To let his master have him in such an intimate way? The idea was admittedly terrifying, to allow himself to be so vulnerable. But at the same time....Cooler has never given him any reason to distrust him. He's always treated him with respect and kindness. So why wouldn't he do the same now? If this was anyone else offering, it would be a dead flat no. But since it was Lord Cooler....perhaps he could allow this to happen. Just this once.

"....o-okay. You can come in."

Cooler gave a small nod, typing in the code on the panel beside the door. Frost flinched when hearing the door slide open, instinctively huddling further into the blankets. He watched tensely as Cooler stepped inside, and the door closed behind him. Kami, sometimes he forgot just how *tall* Cooler was, always looming over him - it was somewhat scary to face him because of it. He could feel his heart pound out of his chest as the purple ice-jin slowly stepped closer, until he reached the edge of the bed. Frost already looked worse than Cooler had expected; his body appeared to be damp with sweat, his cheeks were flushed with heat, and small tears pricked his eyes. "L-Lord Cooler...." the blue ice-jin murmured. He *wanted* to say something, but he honestly wasn't sure what to say. He was too hyperfocused on the fact only a thin blanket kept him from being exposed to his master.

"There now....it'll be alright." Cooler said softly. His eyes held a gentle look as he sat down on the side of the bed, beside Frost's trembling form. He slowly reached a hand out to grasp the hem of the blanket. The blue ice-jin instinctively gripped the blanket tighter, trying to keep it covering his body. But after giving one look into Cooler's kind eyes, he let out a shaky breath and let it go. The purple ice-jin peeled the blanket off the other ice-jin and put it aside. Almost instantly Frost covered his eyes with one arm, a bright blush enveloping his cheeks. He felt so embarrassed - the person who was not only his biggest crush, but also his superior, was seeing him in his most exposed state. His member was still erect, throbbing with need, while his thighs were clenched together and drenched in his own fluids.

The purple ice-jin couldn't help blushing himself, eyes widening. He felt a tad ashamed to admit Frost looked rather attractive like this - adorable even. To see him so shy and nervous. Frost couldn't help squirming, feeling Cooler's gaze on him. "P-Please don't stare...." he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. Cooler hushed him softly, scooting a bit closer. "Shh, it's alright, Frost. Don't be afraid." he said. He dared to slowly reached a hand out, letting it rest on Frost's stomach, causing the blue ice-jin to flinch under his touch. "If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?" Cooler said. Frost moved his arm away from his face, peeking an eye open and giving a small nod.

Cooler brought his other hand to touch Frost's stomach before he slowly slid them upwards, gently caressing Frost's chest. The blue ice-jin shivered and trembled, panting hard as he struggled to relax. Frost felt more tense than Cooler had expected - he must really be nervous. He would take this slowly, make sure Frost was more comfortable before they moved on to the main event. "Just try to relax...." He continued to run his hands up and down Frost's smaller frame, running them up his waist and around to massage his shoulders before sliding them back down the front of his chest and stomach. Frost slowly but surely began to relax, sighing softly as Cooler touched him. The purple ice-jin's touch was actually surprisingly pleasant. His palms felt warm against his skin. Not the same kind of heat he'd been dealing with though - rather this was a soft, comforting kind of warmth. One that felt far more pleasant than miserable.

"Ohhh...." Frost murmured softly. Slowly he began to forget about his embarrassment or nervousness, and instead focused solely on the gentle hands touching him. "Does that feel good?" Cooler asked softly, smiling when seeing Frost's body relax significantly. Frost nodded. "Yes....i-it does, actually...." he panted out. Cooler nodded before moving closer. He crawled on the bed and laid on his side beside Frost. He firmly grabbed Frost's body to help turn him on his own side, so his back was facing him. Frost blushed brightly, a little unsure where Cooler was going with this. "M-My lord, what're you - mmm!" Frost whimpered when one of Cooler's hands slid down towards his legs, resting on his thigh.

He shivered as Cooler's breath tickled the back of his neck. "C-Cooler...."

"Frost....may I touch you?" Cooler asked. Frost knew what he was referring to, though he was surprised he was asking permission to do so. He glanced over his shoulder before he gave a small nod, slowly moving one of his legs so Cooler would have access. The blue ice-jin bit his lip as Cooler's hand moved lower, wrapping his palm around his member. A quiet gasp slipped past Frost's lips as the purple ice-jin began to stroke his member, going at a slow, teasing pace. "Ahhh....ahhh...." Frost let out shaky, breathy moans as sparks of pleasure erupted from his groin. Cooler's hand was surprisingly large, practically enveloping his whole member in a pleasant warmth. He thoughtlessly tried to buck against Cooler's motions, his breaths becoming sharper and quicker. "C-Cooler....ohhh, Cooler...." he moaned.

The purple ice-jin bit his lip, his tail twitching upon hearing Frost's pleasured sounds. It was becoming harder to resist holding himself back, wanting to hear even more of the blue ice-jin's voice. But he was determined to go slowly and help Frost as much as he could. So he released Frost's member and moved his hand lower, dipping a finger into his cloacal entrance. Frost whined loudly, biting his fingers to suppress an especially loud moan. Cooler blinked in surprise. "Mmm, so you're most sensitive here...." he delved his finger in deeper, carefully moving it around Frost's tight, inner walls. Frost gave a small cry, rolling his hips. "Yes! Right there....please!" he pleaded. Cooler happily obliged, slipping a second finger inside with ease - Frost was wet enough that he hardly needed any preparation. Still, he took his time to stretch him out, keenly moving his fingers around and curling them against his sweet spot.

The blue ice-jin moaned from the sensation, using a hand to grip he sheets beneath him. Cooler's fingers felt surprisingly thick inside of him, filling him up more than he expected. The way they moved around inside him made his mouth water, licking his lips. "Oh Kami....Cooler...!" he whimpered. Cooler moved his head closer towards Frost's neck, kissing along the sensitive skin before giving an affectionate bite. The blue ice-jin tilted his head to the side to expose more of his neck, both of them purring contently. Their tails unconsciously moved to intertwine in a gentle embrace. "You're rather warm, Frost....and tight." Cooler murmured lowly. He shoved his fingers even farther inside, making Frost cry out. "I can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you...." his voice turned into a soft growl, rumbling from his chest.

"Cooler...!" Frost whined. The purple ice-jin's member began to peek out from his own cloaca, aroused by the pleasured sounds Frost made. He finally decided the blue ice-jin was ready, pulling his fingers out of Frost's entrance. The smaller ice-jin whimpered at the loss, shyly looking over his shoulder and downwards....his eyes widened when seeing the emperor's shaft. It was longer and thicker than he had expected, the tip slick with pre-cum. A nervous knot formed in the pit of Frost's stomach, causing him to unconsciously squirm. "C-Cooler, I-I....i-it's too big. It's not going to f-fit!" Frost murmured nervously, genuinely worried it would hurt.

"Shh, it's alright," Cooler murmured softly, cupping Frost's cheek and turning his head to look at him, "I promise I'll go slow. I won't hurt you." Frost still felt a little anxious, but Cooler's soothing words and gentle expression helped him relax. This was Cooler after all - if he said he wouldn't hurt him, he was sure he meant it. "....*sigh* Okay."

The emperor nodded, taking that as permission to continue. He snaked one arm around Frost's chest to help hold him in place, pressing his back against his strong chest. The other hand held under Frost's knee and lifted his leg high, exposing his aching cloaca. Frost whimpered as Cooler rubbed the head of his member at his entrance, already feeling small bursts of pleasure from the small action. "Are you ready, Frost?" Cooler whispered huskily in his ear. The blue ice-jin swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath in and out before he spoke. "Y-Yes....I'm ready." he murmured. The purple ice-jin nodded, carefully pushing himself into Frost's tight entrance, inch by inch. Frost gasped out, one hand grasping the sheets while the other clung onto the arm that was across his chest. Cooler's brow furrowed as he put all his concentration into gently sliding inside. It only took a moment before he was sheathed to the hilt, buried comfortably in Frost's cunt.

Cooler exhaled deeply. He was amazed at how wonderful Frost felt - squeezing around his member so perfectly. It made it more difficult to keep still while he gave Frost a few moments to adjust. "How does it feel?" the purple ice-jin asked, wanting to make sure his partner was comfortable. Frost hardly knew how to answer, panting hard. The feeling was almost indescribable, overwhelming him with a pleasure he's never experienced before - it didn't help his body was at least twice as more sensitive than it usually was. "K-Kami...! I-It....f-feels good. I...mmm!" He whimpered when trying to shift a little, bolts of pleasure shooting within him. Cooler couldn't help smiling at the reaction. "Good...."

He tightened his hold on Frost before he began to thrust, moving slowly, but deeply into his partner. Frost cried out in delight, his already sensitive body reacting immediately to the sensation. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh!" He couldn't keep quiet even if he tried, too clouded by lust and pleasure to give a damn how Cooler heard him. The purple ice-jin groaned quietly from behind Frost, trying to keep his own mind clear enough to stay in control of his motions. "Oh Gods, Cooler! F-Fuck....ohhh!" Cooler chuckled softly, nuzzling his face into Frost's neck. "Oh my, look at you....I've only barely begun, and you sound as if you can barely handle it." he growled lowly. Frost blushed brightly, realizing how embarrassing he did sound. He released the sheets with one hand and used it to cover his mouth, attempting to muffle the noises that escaped him.

"There now, there's no need to do that...." Cooler moved his hand off Frost's chest to grasp his wrist instead, gently moving his hand away from his mouth. "I like hearing the sounds you make." Frost whimpered, looking over his shoulder at his master. "L-Lord Cooler....ahhhh!" He cried out as the purple ice-jin began to increase his pace, plunging deeper and harder into his tight cunt. "Ahhh! Cooler! Ohhh," Frost clutched onto Cooler's arm with both hands, his nails digging into his skin, "f-fuck, you....you feel so good!" he moaned. The blue ice-jin began to squirm in Cooler's hold, already feeling a tightness forming in his abdomen. "S-Slow down...! Fuck, I'm gonna...!" Cooler raised a curious brow, surprised his partner was already close to release. Though that only encouraged him to move harder and faster, eager to bring him over the edge. Frost tried his best to hold out, but it wasn't long till he finally screamed in pleasure, his orgasm crashing into him hard.

Cooler grunted when feeling Frost's inner walls squeeze tighter around him, but he continued to thrust hard and fast through his partner's climax. Though once he noticed the high fading from Frost's eyes, he slowed down his rhythm till he came to a complete halt. He allowed Frost a moment to catch his breath, watching as his shaking form tried to recover. "C-Cooler...." Frost murmured, looking over his shoulder shyly.

He bore a shameful expression on his face, but Cooler already knew - it would only be a few moments before Frost would need more. Cooler smiled softly, setting down Frost's leg and reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. "It's okay. Don't be ashamed....I'm more than happy to care for you as long as you need." he said softly. The blue ice-jin looked at him surprised before giving a grateful smile. Cooler pulled his face closer to connect their lips in a soft, tender kiss, brushing his thumb across his partner's cheek. They remained that way for a moment before Cooler slipped out of Frost's entrance. The blue ice-jin panted softly as the emperor sat up on his knees, looking up at him expectantly. Waiting for his next order. "Turn around, and get on your hands and knees." Cooler commanded softly. Frost nodded and obeyed, slowly turning around and settling on his hands and knees, arching his back slightly.

The purple ice-jin reached out and grasped the base of his gray tail, gently massaging it for a few moments, earning a few delightful moans from Frost. As Cooler moved his hands to firmly grip Frost's hips, he began to speak. "Frost," he spoke in a warning tone, "I'm not going to hold back this time....is that okay?" Frost glanced over his shoulder - he didn't hesitate to give a small nod. "Of course....I trust you, my lord."

The emperor nodded before he pulled Frost closer, and slammed the entirety of his length inside his partner. Frost could only give a short cry of ecstacy before Cooler began to pound into him, moving at a brutal pace. His body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust, plunging deeply into him over and over again. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Cooler! Cooler! Oh Kami, Cooler!" Frost cried out. His tail moved to wrap itself around the purple ice-jin's waist, and his hands clutched the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. Cooler growled above him, moving both hands to squeeze Frost's ass, earning him an adorable squeak of surprise from the ice-jin beneath him.

"Fuck, Frost...I didn't expect you'd feel this wonderful!" he stated. Frost kept his eyes squeezed shut, lowering his head and burying his face into the mattress beneath him. He never imagined he could ever feel this good! The intense sensation of Cooler burying his member into him felt incredible, making him feel so full and stretched out. And Cooler seemed to know exactly what angle to thrust at as well, perfectly striking his sweet spot with every motion of his hips. "Yes, yes, yes....!" Frost began to chant over and over again. His tail constricted even tighter around Cooler's waist, almost too tightly, but the emperor hardly noticed. However he did notice Frost hiding his face in the sheets; it encouraged him to lean forward till he was looming over the blue ice-jin's smaller form, reaching a hand out and resting it by Frost's head to better position himself.

"Don't look away, Frost....I want to see your face as I fill you up." he panted out in a low, husky voice. Frost did as told, lifting his head just enough to glance up at Cooler's smirking expression. "L-Lord Cooler...." he whimpered. His cheeks blushed brighter when feeling a familiar tightness already reforming inside of him. "I-I'm gonna cum again....I can't hold back." Frost stated, not once looking away from Cooler's eyes. It was a little embarrassing to keep looking right at his master's face while being pounded into, but his order to not look away remained locked in his head. "Then don't hold back - cum for me, Frost." Cooler growled. He emphasized his words with more powerful, harder thrusts. Frost could only scream in pleasure from the intense force, only able to withstand a few more thrusts before he cried out from his second orgasm.

The purple ice-jin growled from the feeling, eagerly chasing his own climax. And within a few moments, he finally spilled his seed inside his partner, filling him to the brim wth his essence. He watched as a blissful expression spread across Frost's face, eyes hazy and mouth gaped open as a low moan escaped his lips. The two remained in that position for a few more moments, riding out their high before Frost collapsed onto the mattress. He panted hard, his body trembling and his tail releasing Cooler's waist before it dropped lifelessly by his side. Cooler took a few moments to catch his own breath, sitting back and resting on his knees. A few minutes of silence had passed before Cooler finally cleared his throat.

"Do you....need to go again?" he asked, already preparing to continue. Sure, he was tired, but he knew this heat could last anywhere between thirty minutes to two hours - and he wanted to be ready to help Frost as much as he could. The blue ice-jin gave a small smile, turning over to lay on his back. "Maybe in a little bit. For now....can you just kiss me?"

Cooler smiled at that response, crawling on top of Frost before leaning down and planting a gentle kiss upon his lips. Frost purred happily, reaching his arms up to wrap around his master's neck. When they broke the kiss, the blue ice-jin couldn't help giving a small frown, shyly glancing away. "I apologize, my lord....I'm sure this isn't how you intended to spend your time. You didn't have to waste it on me...." he murmmured. Cooler blinked, looking at his partner surprised. "Now why would I think this was a waste of time?" he asked, turning Frost's head look back at him. "Frost, I'm more than happy to help you in any way I can....you mean more to me than you think." Frost's eyes widened, his heart fluttering when hearing his master's kind words.

"Really...?"

"Of course. Why do you think I offered to do this in the first place?" He kissed Frost again, a bit more passionately this time, his hand moving to slide to the back of his head. "In fact, I believe you're the only one I ever wish to be with...."

"Cooler...." Frost's smile widened, blinking away small tears before pulling his partner back in for another kiss. It wasn't long till Cooler's hands once again began to roam across Frost's body, and they began another round of wonderful love-making....

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A heavy sigh escaped the criminal as he leaned back against the wall, hugging his cloak tighter around his small form. This alley wasn't necessarily the safest or the most warm place for him to stay, but for the time being, it was keeping him hidden. And that was good enough for him - it had to be enough. His skin crawled however as the occassional chill caused his body to shiver. Frost didn't care how cold he was though....he exhaustion overwhelmed all his other senses. He couldn't think about food, or water, or warmth. All he wanted to do was stay right where he was, and let sleep consume him. The heaviness of his eyelids begged him to just get a bit of sleep, even if just for a few minutes. But that little tug of fear in the back of his mind convinced him to stay awake. "Don't let your guard down. Don't relax. The moment that you do....someone could sneak up on you...." he quietly told himself.

But his body just wouldn't listen. He could no longer resist as his eyes finally started to slip shut, slumping back against the wall. And for a few, peaceful seconds, he was able to enjoy the the darkness that clouded his vision....

Then there were blaring sirens. And bright flashing lights shined nearby.

Frost's eyes snapped open, a rush of adrenaline flooding through him as he whipped his head towards the end of the alleyway. His heart sank upon seeing a few cop cars parked just outside the alleyway, with a few officers stepping out of the vehicles. Instinctively, Frost huddled closer against the wall, trying to use the shadow of the trash can to conceal his small form. "You sure he's here? This place looks empty." one officer said, shining a flashlight down the alleyway. It just barely missed illuminating the criminal, causing his heart to pound out of his chest. "Don't be fooled - this Frost guy is supposedly really good at hiding. I wouldn't be surprised if he was still here." the voice of another officer said. Frost's eyes widened upon hearing their approaching footsteps, covering his mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping his lips.

This was bad! This was really, really bad! How did they found out he was here?! Did someone spot him and report his location?! But he had been so careful, always making sure no one could recognize him....wait, no. That wasn't true - he vaguely remembered that when he was walking down this street, he did in fact have his hood down! Someone must've seen him go down this alleyway! Dammit, he should've been more cautious, but he felt so tired and dazed during that moment, he could hardly care! But now that was about to bite him in the ass!

Frost could already visualize it....his wrists in cuffs, being thrown into a cold cell, standing before a judge to await his fate....Kami, would they execute him...?!

His racing thoughts caused him to tremble violently, each of the cop's footsteps echoing louder and louder, though that was possibly just in his head. This was it....after years of being on the run, he was finally at the end of his rope. They were going to find him, arrest him, and he'd spend the rest of his life behind bars....if they didn't execute him first-

"He's not here." Frost perked up. He heard both officers gasp in surprise. That voice....Frost knew that voice. But, there was just no way. He couldn't really be here, could he? It just seemed too unlikely for it to be-

"H-Hit....the legendary assassin?!" one of the officers stuttered out. That confirmed it - that was indeed Hit's voice. Hit was here. But as to why, the criminal didn't have the slightest clue. "I already searched this area - you won't find Frost here." Hit stated. The assassin spoke with a bit of an edge in his voice, one that subtlely told both officers to get lost. And neither of them seemed to want to try to fight against this, especially with the stern look Hit gave them. "R-Right then. We'll return to our patrol then." one of the officers said nervously. And just like that, Frost felt himself finally release a small breath as he heard the cops walk away and get into their vehicles. Seconds later, the blaring sirens and flashing lights were gone, and he was back in the safety of the darkness. He couldn't bring himself to entirely relax, however....he knew for a fact Hit was still out there. He could feel it in his gut - and Hit's words only confirmed as such.

"They're gone now....you can come out." The edge Hit spoke in was gone, and instead returned to a neutral tone. Frost hesitated, reluctant to leave the safety of his little hiding spot. But when he didn't hear Hit walk away, he finally willed himself to stand up and take a few nervous steps out. His eyes narrowed at the assassin suspiciously. Hit looked just the same as always; his stoic expression remained unphased, that dark coat remained on his strong figure, and his entire behavior was as calm and collected as ever. He didn't exactly appear hostile, but that didn't mean he was necessarily safe either. After all, he had no idea what Hit's true intentions were.

"....you should leave this place," Frost blinked, surprised by the assassin's words, "I'm sure more authorities will investigate this area to see if you're still here. I understand it's relatively empty on the other side of the city - you could hide out there until you're able to get off the planet." Hit said. The blue ice-jin could only stare, confused by the hitman's assistance. He didn't understand....why was Hit telling him this? Why was he trying to help at all? Wouldn't he benefit more if he blackmailed him or something? Or even turned him in for a bounty? What was Hit's angle here...?

The assassin turned around, looking ready to leave without another word. "Wait a minute!" Frost demanded. Hit stopped in his tracks, remaining where he was for a few seconds before half turning to look at the criminal. "What is this?! Why did you - you could've told those officers I was still here!! Or even better, now that they're gone, you could claim any bounty you wanted for yourself! I'm standing right here, after all! So why....why the hell did you help me?" Frost asked somewhat harshly. He couldn't help it though - he always had a hard time believing anyone would do this simply out of the kindness of their heart....especially since no one has done that for him. "Would you have preferred I turned you in?" Hit asked. The blue ice-jin growled, tail flickering. "No, of course not! But that's not the point - you had no reason to help me! You don't gain anything from helping me! So why?!"

"....does it matter? You should take this opportunity while you can - make the best of it." Hit replied. That time Frost paused, contemplating his words. He....wasn't wrong. He *shouldn't* be questioning this - whatever Hit's reasons were for helping him, all that mattered was that he didn't get arrested, right? He shouldn't hesitate to just take Hit's advice and hideout on the other side of the city. But even so....he just couldn't leave this be. He couldn't allow himself to be indebt to the assassin. Who knows, Hit could suddenly pop out of nowhere and demand a favor for this little rescue of his....he didn't want that. He didn't want to be used in such a way - he'd rather at least settle this on his own terms.

"What do you want in return?" Frost asked. Hit had his eyes closed during the entirety of this conversation - but that question caused him to finally open his eyes and turn his head to properly look at Frost. "I'm not asking for anything in return." he said plainly. "I don't care - I don't like owing anyone any debts. And everyone always wants *something* for these good deeds, I should know," Frost crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, "so what do you want? At the moment....I don't have any money. But I'm sure there's something you want that I can provide. Perhaps assistance with one of your targets? Maybe information?" Hit again turned his head away, letting out a sigh. "I'm telling you, there's no need to concern yourself with this. I don't want anything-"

"Bullshit! You might be this emotionless assassin or whatever, but even you must want something for yourself! So tell me what it is so that we can both move on!" Frost demanded impatiently. Hit looked back at the criminal, staring at him for a moment. In truth, there *was* something he wanted. Something he's wanted for a long while. But he doubted it'd be something Frost would want as well, and he certainly wasn't going to force the criminal into anything....he cared about him too much to ever do such a thing.

Frost raised a brow, noticing Hit's neutral expression was shifting into a more hesitant one. As if he was too nervous to speak. "....you do have something in mind. Tell me."

"You won't want to do it." Hit stated. The blue ice-jin groaned, only further frustrated by the assassin's stubbornness. "Just....ugh, just tell me what it is! Whatever it is, I'm sure it's something I've done before." Back in his space pirate days, Frost had done a number of shady deals to keep his business afloat. There was little he was unwilling to do, especially now. He waited as Hit finally turned to face him, his expression returning to a neutral look. However when his piercing red eyes met his, Frost couldn't help the nervous knot that formed in his stomach. "Very well then....since you won't let this go, I'll tell you. I'd like to sleep with you." That wasn't how Hit wanted to word it, but he knew if he said something like "make love" or something else sappy, that might've actually made Frost more nervous. It was clear Frost wanted to keep this business like, so Hit would do the same....for now.

Frost, meanwhile, had to process Hit's request for a few moments before his eyes widened in shock, and his cheeks flushed with heat. Did....did he hear that right? "Uh....come again?" the criminal asked. "I'd like to sleep with you." Hit repeated plainly. Holy crap, he did hear him correctly....Hit the assassin....wanted to have sex with him?! That was unexpected on so many levels, especially considering Hit hardly seemed like the guy with....well, normal urges like this! The idea was certainly nerve-wracking to say the least; to let someone as strong as Hit use his body in such a way, allow himself to be so vulnerable to someone who could hurt him....no, scratch that, he couldn't imagine Hit wouldn't hurt him. He didn't exactly seem like a man with a gentle touch. But....Frost did say he would make sure this debt was filled, right? If he did this, then they'd be square, right? Was one night of intercourse such a terrible thing?

Hit carefully gauged Frost's reaction - the criminal was silent, the gears in his head obviously turning as he thought through this request. "You don't need to do so. As I said, I wasn't asking for anything in exchange in the first place. So if you prefer to simply leave things be-"

"No! No, it's....it's fine." Frost tried to sound confident in his choice. The assassin raised a brow, not entirely convinced. However Frost simply gave a small huff. "If that's the case though, you better have some sort of hotel room for us to stay in - I refuse to do such a thing in a filthy alleyway like this!" he stated. "Of course. I have a hotel room not far from here....I'll take you there." Hit stated. Without another word, Hit began to walk down the sidewalk, with Frost trailing behind him. The blue ice-jin was unsure of how much distance he should keep from Hit - he didn't want to be right next to him, but he also didn't want to be too far behind, less someone try to sneak up on him from behind. As the two walked together however, Frost couldn't cease the pounding of his heartbeat, or the nervous knot in his stomach that only seemed to get tighter. He prayed to Kami that this wasn't the wrong choice....

* * * *

The walk to the hotel wasn't long at all. Thankfully, it only seemed to be some three star establishment, so it wasn't flooded with guests. In fact, there was hardly anyone around as Frost and Hit entered the building, probably because it was late at night and most other people were asleep in their rooms. Frost was dead silent as Hit led him upstairs, down a hallway, and into a room labeled "104". The whole walk he trying to convince himself that this was fine, that this whole arrangement wouldn't be a big deal. It was just sex - nothing more or less. He'd let Hit have his fun, and then he wouldn't owe him anymore.

Despite telling himself this, Frost still couldn't seem to be rid of the nervous knot in his stomach....

To his surprise however, Hit didn't seem to be in a rush to jump right into it. He suggested Frost take a shower so that he could relax. The blue ice-jin was surprised by how the assassin had worded it though - did Hit notice how nervous he was? It was certainly possible. Hit seemed like the kind of person that could read people easily. Still, a warm shower did sound very appealing, so Frost took his chance and hopped in. He didn't realize just how incredible the warm water would feel against his skin, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. Kami, he couldn't even remember the last time he had a warm bath or shower like this - the closest thing he could recall was when he had to bathe in some lake on the last planet he was staying on.

Though while the shower did help him in relaxing his body, he just couldn't relax his mind. He was really allow this to happen....Kami, this wasn't at all how he expected this evening to turn out. Frost couldn't even remember the last time he was intimate with someone - wait, *has* he ever been intimate with someone before? He was so used to shutting people out, and purposely trying to avoid those sorts of situations, was there anyone he allowed to sleep with him? That thought caused a small jab of fear and panic to strike his heart, causing him to place his hands upon his chest. Good Kami, Hit was going to be his first....

Frost gave his head a sharp shake. "Stop it, you're fine," he murmured to himself, "just get this over with." He felt far from ready to step out of the shower, but he forced himself to turn off the water and step out. He reached out for the knob of the bathroom door, though he hesitated a few seconds - his hand was trembling - but with another head shake he grasped the doorknob and stepped out.

Immediately he froze in place. Hit was shirtless, his well toned figure exposed and revealed to any wandering eyes. All he was wearing seemed to be his pants (and likely his underwear beneath that), though he was as calm and casual as can be, leaning against the wall while he looked at his phone. However it wasn't long till the assassin lifted his gaze and his eyes landed on Frost's small figure. The blue ice-jin couldn't help tensing, his tail slowly hiding between his legs. Hit wasn't an unattractive person by any means, far from it, but he WAS intimidating. Terrifying really. Frost hadn't forgotten how he so easily knocked him unconscious at Beerus and Champa's tournament, or how he so easily tracked him down and caught him before the Tournament of Power. Hit was a man of incredible power and little hesitance to kill others....and that's what made offering his body to this man so scary.

"Frost? Are you alright?" Hit asked, raising a brow. To Frost's surprise, the neutral tone he spoke in earlier was gone. In fact, he almost sounded....concerned? It made Frost realize he was silent for far too long, and again shook his head to clear his head. "I'm fine," he tried to keep on a neutral expression, arms folding over his chest, "now look, are we going to do this or not?" He said impatiently, walking towards the side of the bed. The assassin set his phone on a nearby nightstand before he approached Frost as well....it hadn't really dawned on Frost just how much taller Hit was than him, and far more muscular....it only made him more nervous, but a small part of his mind felt excited as well....

"Are you sure you're okay with this? We don't have to go through with anything you don't want to-"

"Shut up! Just...." Frost paused, unable to help shyly glancing away, "look, I really prefer we just....get this over with. So....d-do what you want with me, so I don't have to be indebted anymore." he stated. Hit stared at him a moment longer, looking at him with uncertainty. It was obvious Frost felt uneasy about this - scared even. The look in his eyes and the way his tail jittered behind him gave that away. But for whatever reason, he refused to admit it, or turn down this request. So the least he could do was try to make this good for Frost as well....

Hit carefully reached a hand out and gently grasped Frost's chin, lifting his head up to look at him. Frost's eyes widened, his cheeks blushing as he stared up at the assassin. The way Hit looked at him was....surprisingly gentle. Reassuring. As if he was silently telling Frost he could relax. Unconsciously, the blue ice-jin did relax, the nerves he felt earlier slowly melting away. He allowed the hitman to pull his face closer and connect their lips in a gentle kiss. Hit's lips weren't the softest, but Frost expected that. In fact....he found he kinda enjoyed how they felt. He hesitantly kissed back, feeling Hit move his hand to gently cup his cheek. Hit's palm felt warm against his skin, bringing a surprising sense of comfort. As Hit deepened the kiss, Frost unconsciously leaned into his touch, gently pressing Hit's palm against his face. This was....nice, actually. Frost enjoyed the gentle affection the assassin was giving him. But the back of his mind told him not to get too comfortable with it....he couldn't help but doubt this gentleness wouldn't last long....

The assassin finally broke the kiss, straightening his posture. Frost swallowed nervously as he looked up at him. What would he do next? Was he going to just throw him onto the bed and do what he wanted? Or would he force him onto his stomach, and take him in such a way? The blue ice-jin didn't have much time for anymore nervous thoughts before Hit spoke up. "May I lay you down, Frost?" The criminal couldn't help blinking in surprise. Hit was actually....asking for permission? For something as simple as laying him down? Why was he....being so nice to him? "....I-I suppose." Frost managed to murmur.

He watched as Hit leaned down again, this time wrapping his strong arms around his torso - Frost took note of the gentle way he held him close. The assassin was able to lift Frost off the ground with ease, causing the criminal to wrap his legs around Hit's waist instinctively. He wrapped his arms around Hit's neck as well, hiding his face in his chest. He still felt too nervous to look at him. Hit carefully crawled onto the bed on his knees, holding Frost close before carefully laying him down onto the soft mattress below. Frost felt his heart pounding as he unwound his limbs from the assassin, squirming slightly to try and get comfortable. Though it was difficult to relax with Hit's powerful body looming over him, making him feel more vulnerable and exposed than ever. The gentle look Hit gave him helped a bit. Frost still didn't understand why he was being so nice to him....

Frost turned his head away, his cheeks flushed in heat. "Well, go on....get on with it." He said, unable to help growling a bit. Hit didn't mind the harsh urgency - he knew Frost was just trying to cover up his nerves. Still he decided to continue, raising a hand and lightly touching the criminal's cheek. Frost flinched under his touch, keeping his eyes screwed shut. Though rather than the rough handling he was expecting, he instead felt another tender kiss on his lips before Hit's lips pecked his cheek, then slowly trailed lower. There wasn't any possessive biting as he had expected, but rather Frost only felt soft, feathery kisses along his neck and collarbone, causing small bursts of pleasure to erupt against his sensitive skin. While Hit busied his mouth against Frost's neck, his hands slowly began to wander, carefully caressing and massaging his small form.

The feeling wasn't unpleasant - Hit's hands actually felt rather nice - but Frost still struggled to truly relax. He was just waiting for this sweetness to turn south, expecting to feel some sort of pain. Hit took notice of how tense Frost felt, his muscles tight under his touch. He didn't want to continue to the main act like this, not until Frost felt more comfortable. Perhaps there was a way he could ease some of his anxiety....

The blue ice-jin shivered as Hit began to trail his kisses down his body, over his chest and stomach, until he paused above his abdomen. Frost opened his eyes slightly, nervously glancing down - his stomach flipped when the hitman spread his dark legs apart. "H-Hit, w-what're you...?"

"It's alright," Hit said, speaking gently, "I just want to help you relax....is that okay?" Frost was a little unsure how to respond. He didn't know exactly what Hit was implying, but whatever it was he wasn't going to do anything without his permission. And while the blue ice-jin was still confused by the assassin's kindness, a part of him appreciated it as well. He bit his lip nervously before giving a shy nod, spreading his legs a bit wider so Hit understood he could continue. The hitman nodded, taking a moment to stroke Frost's thighs before lowering his head. Only then did Frost realize what he had planned, his cheeks blushing brighter in embarrassment. He shut his eyes and turned his head away, covering his face with an arm.

Frost shuddered when feeling Hit's warm tongue over his closed cloaca, unable to help letting out a soft moan. The assassin continued with his actions, carefully rolling his tongue over the blue ice-jin's crotch. The feeling sent pleasurable sensations along Frost's groin, causing more quiet sounds of enjoyment to escape him. As Hit stimulated the sensitive area with his mouth, one of his strong hands reached around and grasped the base of Frost's tail, gently massaging it with care. Frost whimpered, his tail arching into Hit's hand, demanding to be touched more. Whatever nerves Frost had before were swiftly being distracted by the pleasure coursing through his body. "Ahhh....ahhh....mmm!" the blue ice-jin shuddered again as the skin of his cloaca parted, revealing his most sensitive parts to the hitman. Hit only paused a few seconds to admire the scene before he continued, dragging his tongue over the newly revealed slit.

"Ohhhh!" Frost moaned openly, arching his back against the mattress. His hands fisted the sheets beneath him, threatening to tear them in his grasp. He couldn't help jolting when Hit's tongue darted inside his entrance, igniting a new surge of pleasure throughout his groin. "H-Hit," Frost whimpered thoughtlessly, "ahhh! Ahhh! K-Kami!" His legs shook and trembled at the attention the assassin gave him. Hit was keen on Frost's every reaction, paying attention to what would cause his breaths to hitch and what would cause him to squirm the most. He wanted this to be good for him after all. And it certainly seemed like the blue ice-jin was enjoying his effort, becoming a moaning, whimpering mess. His long tail had unconsciously wrapped itself around Hit's wrist, as if demanding he continued to keep touching it, which the hitman happily obliged to.

Eventually, Hit pulled his mouth away from between Frost's legs and instead lowered his free hand, carefully slipping a finger inside. Frost gasped at the small intrusion before he used a hand to cover his mouth. He'd let far too many embarrassing sounds escape him, and he refused to let anymore leave his lips. Though he was barely successful as Hit's finger keenly touched his inner walls, reaching his most sensitive spots within him. When a second finger was added, Frost had to bite his tongue to keep a moan from slipping past his mouth. His vision was starting to become blurry, looking up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. Hit's fingers curled perfectly against his sweet spot, repeatedly rubbing against it over and over. To Frost's surprise, he already began to feel a tightness in his abdomen, desperately wanting to snap - was Hit trying to bring him to climax? But why? Hit asked *him* to sleep with him, and yet the assassin seemed entirely focused on *Frost's* pleasure and comfort rather than his own....

Why wasn't he acting more greedy? Why wasn't he hurting him, like everyone else did? Why....the hell was he being so damn nice?

"S-Stop....stop!" Frost hissed. Frost almost wished Hit wouldn't stop, if only to prove Hit really didn't care about his thoughts, but the moment Frost spoke up Hit stopped everything. He immediately pulled his fingers out and released the blue ice-jin's tail. His stoic expression softened when he looked back at Frost with concern. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you-"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Frost snapped. He closed his legs and sat up on his elbows, glaring at the assassin. Hit looked surprised by the sudden outburst, but otherwise remained calm as Frost continued. "Why are you being so....*nice* to me?! Why do you care how I feel?! I'm the one who owe's you this! You shouldn't feel any obligation to treat me like this! So why?! Why the gentleness?! Why the concern?! Why do you give a damn about me?!" the blue ice-jin's voice became strained and trembling with emotion, making it that much more difficult to speak firmly. Hit stared at Frost for a few moments in silence, taking in his words. It honestly hurt to hear Frost speak in such a way....Frost was expecting to be hurt. He was expecting to be abused. To be used.

Because that's all he's ever known from anyone he trusted.

"Well?! Answer me, assassin! Why are you-"

Suddenly Hit was towering over him, pushing Frost back down against the mattress. The blue ice-jin froze, eyes widening as he stared up at the hitman. His expression was stern, and yet....there was a softness in his eyes, looking down at him with all the tenderness he could show. It caused any words Frost wanted to say to become trapped in the back of his throat, causing him to swallow nervously. "H-Hit...?" he croaked out quietly. Hit quietly stared down at the ice-jin beneath him before eventually raising a hand, cupping Frost's cheek. The criminal winced instinctively, but eventually the comforting warmth of Hit's palm caused him to lean into his touch.

"....you've been hurt many times, haven't you?" Frost blinked, taken aback by Hit's words. He would've asked what he meant if he didn't feel so intimidated to speak. "Every time you've put your trust in someone, let your guard down....you would get hurt. I don't doubt it's happened countless times - like with Frieza," Frost's inhaled sharply when hearing that name, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart, "or when your own comrades abandoned you after your hero facade was discovered. I'm willing to bet it even happened while you were still the most admired hero in this universe....am I wrong?" Frost was trembling, fighting to keep his composure. He wanted to pull away from Hit's eyes - away from those eyes that stared into his soul - but he found he just couldn't. "W-Why....why does that matter...?"

"It may not matter to you, or anyone else. But it matters to me....because I hate seeing you like this." Hit stated firmly. He gently stroked Frost's cheek with his thumb - noticing it was now a bit wet from a stray tear that escaped Frost's eyes. "You asked me before why I helped you. Why I prevented you from being arrested, without asking for anything in return. It's the same reason why I wanted to be here with you now, in this very setting....to show you there's at least one person who cares about you. One person who wants to show you something other than pain. Someone you can feel safe with for once. To show you my true feelings for you....I'm sure you understand what I mean."

A few more tears streamed down Frost's cheeks. "....d-don't lie to me....don't say things that can't p-possibly be true...." Someone who actually cared about him? Someone who wanted to make him feel safe? Frost has never had anyone like that in his life. Everything about this felt so unreal. Hit couldn't possibly mean the things he said! And yet....he couldn't very well deny these feelings when Hit spoke so genuinely, and looked at him with nothing but love.

"....do you want me to hurt you? To treat you as everyone else has?"

Frost shook his head, taking in a shaky breath as Hit wiped his tears away. "Then may I show you how much you mean to me? How it feels to feel something other than pain?" the assassin asked gently. The blue ice-jin only hesitated a few seconds before giving a small nod. Hit reached a hand down, about to undo the belt of his pants, however Frost again sat up on his elbows. The assassin paused, expecting Frost to ask to stop again....but instead, Frost nervously reached down and undid his belt for him, slowly sliding it off his waist and throwing it off the bed. He kept his shy gaze downwards as he continued, unzipping Hit's pants and sliding them partially off, along with his boxers. Hit gave a small smile before taking off his clothes the rest of the way, tossing them onto the floor while Frost laid back onto the bed.

The blue ice-jin was still shaking, his cheeks blushing brighter and a nervous expression forming on his face. Still, he willingly spread his legs wide apart, his cloaca still open and soaking wet from Hit's earlier attention. The hitman scooted closer between Frost's legs, the head of his member brushing against his entrance. A quiet, nervous whimper escaped Frost's lips. Though he was surprised to feel Hit's strong arms wrap around his small figure and hold him close. The hitman's body warmth helped bring immense comfort, causing Frost to coil his own arms around Hit's neck and hold him tighter. "It's okay, Frost....I promise I won't hurt you." Hit said reassuringly, placing a soft kiss on top of his head. Frost let out a shaky breath, nuzzling his face into the crook of the assassin's neck. "I-I....I know."

He decided he'd trust Hit with this. He'd trust Hit with his most vulnerable part of himself.

The assassin lined himself up before carefully pushing his member into Frost's tight entrance, making sure to move slowly. It took a bit of effort, considering their significant difference in size; he'd only push in until Frost sounded like he was in pain, and once it seemed like the blue ice-jin had adjusted he'd continue. It wasn't too long till Hit's entire member was comfortably inside, buried all the way to the hilt. The criminal was panting heavily, his nails digging into Hit's back. Thanks to Hit's gentleness there was very little pain, but he was still huge compared to him - he had never felt his inner walls stretched out like this before. Frost could hardly process the pleasure that overwhelmed his mind. His tail coiled around one of Hit's legs, hugging onto it tightly. "Are you alright, Frost? How does this feel?" Hit asked gently.

"Haa, haa....I-I'm fine. I-It's just a bit....intense." Frost murmured shakily. He lifted his legs and crossed them over Hit's lower back, gently rocking his hips and giving a small moan. "Y-You can....keep going." the blue ice-jin said. The hitman nodded, and finally began to thrust into his partner, making sure to move slowly. Moans of pleasure immediately began to spill from Frost's lips, eyes slipping shut. Hit couldn't biting his lip to suppress a groan; he felt a little guilty in realizing Frost felt *wonderful*, enjoying the warmth and tightness of Frost's inner walls squeezing around his member. It made him feel surges of pleasure he hadn't felt in years, and admittedly more difficult to hold himself back. But he continued to move in slow, deep thrusts, focusing more on Frost's pleasure than his own.

Frost moaned into the assassin's neck, letting his strong motions rock his body back and forth. This felt....incredible. Not just the physical pleasure, but the intimacy of the act, the closeness....it brought a strange warmth Frost had never felt before. He loved how Hit's strong arms held him so close and tightly, and yet so gently against Hit's chest. He loved being able to smell the assassin's scent, and feeling his heavy breathing beside his own neck. And he loved how Hit's hips moved against him so keenly - even while wrapped up in pleasure, Hit was still paying attention to how Frost was reacting to every action, making sure he felt good as well. "H-Hit, ahhh....y-you can - ohhh - m-move harder...." Despite his words being a suggestion, Frost's tone made it sound much more like a desperate plea.

One that Hit happily obliged to fufill.

He tightened his hold on Frost only slightly before increasing the pace of his thrusts, moving harder into his tight cunt. Frost cried out at the feeling, his tail squeezing tighter around Hit's leg. "F-Fuck! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" He couldn't help throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut as his mind became clouded with need. Hit lowered his head, taking the chance to gently nip at Frost's neck and suck on the sensitive skin - the simple action alone caused Frost to cry out in delight. "Hit! Oh Kami, Hit! Please...please...!" More pleasure, more affection - more love. That was all Frost wanted in that moment. To feel more of Hit's attention and care, to bring him something other than pain. Hit groaned against Frost's skin, his sounds of pleasure edging him on to do better. He increased his pace more, finally pounding into Frost's tight cunt.

"AHHH!! HIT!!" Frost screamed. The pleasure was almost excruciating, but in the best way possible. It wasn't long till Frost's climax came tumbling towards him once more, though this time the need for release felt far more intense. "C-Cumming! Oh Gods, I'm gonna cum!" Frost cried out. Hit growled lowly as he felt his own finish coming close to going over the edge. Both men clung onto each other, a mixture of groans and moans mixing together and filling the otherwise quiet room. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Hit, Hit, Hit....HIIIIT!!" Frost finally came undone, crying out in ecstacy as his inner walls clamped down around Hit's member and drenched him in his essence. Hit clenched his jaw, giving a few more powerful thrusts before a groan escaped him, allowing the bliss of his orgasm to momentarily cloud his mind.

The two remained in that position for a few moments longer, enjoying the high of their climax and feelings. Eventually though, Hit loosened his hold on Frost so that the blue ice-jin could lie back down - but he was surprised to see Frost was still clinging onto him. "Frost?" he said. The blue ice-jin didn't respond right away. But just before Hit was going to address him a second time, he felt the wetness of tears on his shoulder, along with a small sniffle. "Frost....are you alright?" Hit asked softly. He was briefly concerned he had somehow hurt Frost, despite how much he tried not to. However he felt the blue ice-jin nod against his shoulder.

"I-I'm okay. Just....don't let go yet."

His words came out in a weak croak, followed by a soft sob. Hit gave a small smile, happily wrapping his arms back around the blue ice-jin. Though he did carefully shift them so he was laying on his back, letting Frost lay on top of him. He allowed the criminal cry softly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and rubbing his back until they both eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

Hit wasn't sure what would exactly become of them both in the morning. Though he had a feeling he wasn't going to leave this planet alone....in fact, he was fairly confident Frost would want to stay by his side after this. And he'd happily accept such a request.

Chapter Text

"I'm telling you, it goes like this!"

"Don't be ridiculous! There's no doubt the formation goes like this!"

"That just looks stupid!"

"And yours *doesn't*?!"

Frieza and Cell were currently in the training room, snapping at each other like angry dogs. They were both trying to show the other the correct way to do this "fusion technique", doing a number of motions and dances. Unfortunately, neither of them could seem to agree how the correct movements went, and all they ended up getting accomplished for the past few days was just scaring all any of Frieza's soldiers and staff who would watch their attempts from afar. They had been trying for at least a week now, with no success, and the frustration was starting to get to both of them. "I thought you said you saw those Saiyans do this!" Cell snapped. Frieza rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I saw the finished result of their fusion. I never got to see *how* they did it - I was too busy getting pummeled by that brute of a monkey!"

"Yeah, and isn't that just sad for the supposed 'Emperor of the Universe'? Sounds like someone is losing their touch~" the android stated, a smirk playing on his lips. The emperor snarled at the bug man, lashing his tail onto the ground. "Is that any way to speak to man who bothered to get you out of Hell?! Perhaps I should've left you there to rot!" he growled. Not too long ago, Beerus deemed that Frieza had been surprisingly well behaved (after his latest attempt to destroy the Saiyans anyway) and decided he should be rewarded. As such, Frieza requested that Cell be revived and added as a permanent member of his forces. Frieza chose this for two reasons - one, he wanted a powerful ally to assist him with tasks and for proper training, and two....while he'd never openly admit it, the two were actually pretty good friends. Back when he was dead, the two ended up actually forming a good friendship, despite how much they annoyed one another. So for once, the evil emperor decided to do something nice for his friend.

Right now though, he almost regretted it. Almost.

"Maybe you should've! At least then I wouldn't have to hear that annoying voice of yours!" Cell stated with a huff. "Oh please! You're the one that never shuts up about how 'perfect' and 'handsome' you are! If there's anyone's voice to get sick of, it's yours!" Frieza snapped. The android felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation, wings flickering behind him. "Well maybe I should just shut that damn mouth of yours!" he said with clenched fists. Frieza started to shift his body into a fighting stance. "I'd like to see you try-"

"Alright, alright, that's enough you two." Frost finally spoke up, hopping off his seat on the nearby benches and walking to the middle of the training room. The two other men froze as the blue ice-jin approached them and stood between them, hands on his hips. "We're taking this banter a little too far, aren't we?" he said, raising a brow. This was a normal occurence for Frost - whenever Frieza and Cell would start to argue like this, he was always there to watch in amusement. But once it looked like things were going too far, he would intervene and make sure they didn't try to kill each other. "You boys are both friends. There's no need for anyone to get hurt." Frost stated. Cell pouted, still glaring at Frieza. "But Frieza started it-"

"That is NOT true! *You* started it-"

"I don't care who started it. *I'm* ending it!" Frost said firmly. The sternness in his tone made both men go silent, looking away in a huff. Frost couldn't help giving a small smile and shaking his head - they acted like such children at times. "Now, I think you should both apologize, so we can all move on. Don't you think?" he said sweetly. Both Cell and Frieza huffed. However, only a few seconds passed before the android sighed in defeat. "Fine....I'm sorry, Frieza." he said begrudingly. "Thank you, Cell. Now, Frieza...." Frost nudged his partner with his tail. The emperor growled lowly, stubbornly keeping quiet. Frost's smile fell slightly, eyes narrowing. "Frieza." he repeated, more sternly this time. Only then did the white ice-jin give in, letting out an irritated sigh. "....I'm sorry as well." he muttered bitterly.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Frost's smile returned, pecking his cheek. Frieza's expression softened - he just couldn't stay mad long when his mate was present. "Now, you two have been going at this for awhile now. I think you need something to drink. I'll be right back - and while I'm gone, you better get along." Frost stated. Both other men nodded before the blue ice-jin left the room. As he left, Frieza's wandering gaze couldn't watching the movements of his tail, luring him to stare lower until he was out of the room. Cell took notice, giving a small smirk. "He totally has you smitten, doesn't he~?"

"Shut up." Frieza hissed. The android chuckled as an embarrassed blush came across Frieza's cheeks before giving a genuine smile. "No, I swear, I'm not trying to make fun of it - you guys really do seem to have a good thing going. I'm glad you've got someone who cares about ya." he explained. The emperor blinked, surprised by his friend's response, though eventually couldn't help smiling himself. "I see. Well, that's....nice to hear, I suppose." he admitted. It was quite nice to have Frost as his partner. Frieza never expected he'd meet anyone that would catch his interest - err, more like he'd never allow himself to succumb to "weak" emotions, such as love. But things changed after he and the criminal got together, and it was rather nice.

"You two have been together for awhile, haven't you? How long has it been now?" Cell asked curiously, head tilted. "Almost three years - in fact, it would appear our anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks." Frieza said. "Oh? You gonna get anything special for him? Or do anything exciting?" the android asked, his curiosity growing. Frieza's smile finally fell, and he let out a sigh. "I have yet to decide what we shall do....I've given a number of gifts for Frost to enjoy, and have taken him on a variety of locations for our dates. I fear I don't really have an idea how to do any better than what I've already done. I want to do something new....something that wouldn't have crossed either of ours minds."

The bug man placed a hand on his chin, thinking for a moment. "Hmm....well, unless you're ready to get married, which it doesn't sound like you are, maybe do something a bit more personal. Like, you know....spice things up in the bedroom~"

"Of course your perverted mind would make such a suggestion." Frieza said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not being perverted! I'm just saying, maybe that could make things exciting for you both! Plenty of couples do it! It's just a fact!" Cell stated defensively. The emperor closed his eyes in thought, placing a hand on his own chin, tail swaying as he began to think. "....unfortunately, that would prove to be a bit difficult. Frost is rather....sensitive, and shy, when it comes to frisky activities in the bedroom. He doesn't like anything too extreme, or anything that could cause him anxiety, so it's a tad difficult for him to 'experiment' in such a way." he explained. The android blinked in surprise, tilting his head. He didn't realize Frost was like that in such a setting, but perhaps it made sense. He *was* a wanted fugitive in his old universe, right? Maybe it was more difficult for him to be vulnerable or something because of it? Either way, he decided not to push that matter further.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out later. I'll even help you. But for now, let's get back to this fusion thing." Cell stated. Frieza nodded, pushing aside the thoughts of his anniversary temporarily to focus at the task at hand. "Yes, you're right. Now, I'm almost certain we're close here...." he stated. He again tried to do the movements he was doing before, but not too long after doing it he growled and stopped, knowing he was doing it wrong. "Dammit, it can't be *that* hard! I saw those Saiyan brats were able to do it after all! If they can do it, we should too!" he stated. "Hmm, I know those ogres let us watch some of the events of the living while we were in Hell. I could've sworn I saw those same brats do that ritual too!" Cell stated. He crossed his arms tried to think. He thought back on that day very hard - it was the day Frieza had invaded Earth a second time, just after obtaining his Golden Form. He got to see the whole event from Hell.

He remembered initially those Saiyan brats weren't allowed to witness the fight, on account of Bulma's orders. But then they did that weird fusion - forming that boy named Gotenks - and came to join the fight anyway. He remembered seeing the fusion actually happen....now how did that do it again....

Cell suddenly perked up. "Wait! I think I remember!" he stated. "You've said a few times, and it hasn't worked." Frieza said flatly. "Shut up, I mean it this time! Let's just try it!" Cell stated. The emperor sighed, but considering they didn't have much of a choice, nodded in agreement. "Okay, those brats did it in poses....first it was like this," Cell showed the first pose, "then it was like this, and then they brought their hands together like this!" Frieza watched as his friend demonstrated - he didn't seem impressed. "That looks just as ridiculous as every other motion we've tried." he stated. "Great! Then we won't lose our dignity doing this. Now do it with me! I think it only works if we do it together." Cell stated. The emperor rolled his eyes. "Very well...." he seriously doubted this would work. But he reluctantly copied Cell's movements. They counted together as they did the stupid poses.

"One....two....and go!" They did the final pose in sync, their finger tips touching.

Suddenly a purple light engulfed them both, and they both yelped as they felt their bodies swiftly merge together.

Frost walked in just in time, carrying a couple canned drinks in his hands. "There we are, now you two can drink up before you- what the?!" The blue ice-jin yelped when seeing the bright, purple glowing figure in the center of the training room. It looked as a giant mold was slowly trying form some sort of shape, squiggling and squirming in place. The bright light only got more intense, forcing Frost to raise his arm to shield his eyes. It took a good ten seconds before the light finally faded away. The criminal lowered his arms, concern sweeping his mind as he looked to the center of the room. "Good Kami! Frieza! Cell! Are you two....alright...." the words died in his mouth when seeing the sight before him.

Purple spotted bio-armor. A black, crown like headpiece. Black and white skin. Black bio-gems on the head and chest. A long, black tail. And piercing red eyes, standing out from the pale skin of the face they occupied.

Whatever was standing there now - whoever they were now - they certainly looked different, to say the least. This man's physique looked more similar to Frieza's, still thin and slim, and maybe only a few inches taller than him. The new fusion stood there silently, possibly quite shocked of his own new transformation. It was a good few seconds before he slowly looked down, examining his hands and arms. "My goodness...." he murmured. He looked behind, experimentally swaying his own tail. "How curious....these certainly weren't the results we were expecting." The fusion whipped his head to a nearby full length mirror on the wall, and quickly approached it. A smile spread across his dark lips as he scanned his figure up and down, looking more than pleased. "Though not at all disappointing." he stated. He looked back to his hand, this time making a fist - a purple aura enveloped his body, flaring up intensely.

Frost's eyes widened, already feeling a wind blow against his body. He might not be able to sense power levels, but even he could tell this fusion was hardly even using any power too....he was strong. Really, really strong. "Hehehehe, oh yesss....this will do *quite* nicely." the fusion stated to himself. Frost was almost unsure if he should say anything, but his concern Frieza and Cell was still eating at the back of his mind. "....Frieza?"

The fusion blinked, barely hearing the quiet squeak behind him. He turned around, finally noticing Frost's presence - the blue ice-jin couldn't help flinching when those piercing red eyes landed on him. They reminded him so much of Frieza, but at the same time....it didn't feel like Frieza was looking at him. Not exactly. "Ah, so you've returned," the fusion smiled, slauntering his way towards the blue ice-jin, "I sssuppose you can see for yourself - but it appears we were finally successful in completing the fusion ritual." he stated. Frost nodded slowly. "Uh, yes, I-I can see that." His cheeks were burning with heat. Wait, why did they feel so hot - was he blushing?! But why?! This wasn't Frieza - not exactly. "Um....a-are Frieza and Cell okay...?" That felt like a stupid question to ask, but it left Frost's mouth anyway. The fusion blinked before giving an amused laugh - one that sounded SO much like Frieza's, but also didn't. It was somewhat eerie.

"You are just the most adorable creature~ Rest assured, we are just fine! Err, well....I suppose I should say 'I'm' fine." Frost didn't know what that was suppose to mean. Was that Frieza or Cell talking? Or was it....neither of them? Did this person have a personality of their own? "I-I see. And....who would *you* be?" the blue ice-jin asked. The fusion hummed for a moment, placing a finger on their chin as they thought about it. It didn't seem like long before he was smiling at Frost again. "Feel free to call me Cellza~"

"Cellza...." Frost repeated quietly. He inhaled sharply when suddenly Cellza was in front of him - apparently he was faster as a fusion as well. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Frossst. Not that much introduction is really needed. In fact, I feel as if I already know you~" he purred. His hands rested behind his back, tail swaying slowly behind him. Frost felt frozen in place, rather speechless. The black crown on his head really emphasized the intimidating look in his eyes, sending a shiver down his spine. He was standing *really* close, barely invading his personal space. He was terrifying looking, but at the same time....Frost realized he indeed felt immensely attracted to this Cellza.

"D-Do you...?" Frost stuttered out. Cellza tilted his head, eyeing him curiously as he began to walk around the blue ice-jin - as if he was circling around his prey. "Is something the matter, Frost? You seem a little ssscared~" It was strange to hear him speak. He sounded a lot like Frieza, but there was something about his tone that definitely sounded different. Not to mention, Frost took notice of the occassion hiss in his words. "W-Well, I-I um....I j-just...." Frost could barely speak any words now. He couldn't even deny Cellza's statement - in truth, he was a little scared. If only he had NO idea what to expect right now. "Mmm, how preciousss~ But there's no need to fear. I shall not harm you....that said," he suddenly stopped right in front of Frost, "the look of fear on your face is simply deliciousss~"

With a flick of his wrist, the canned drinks in Frost's hands flew to the side before carefully sitting on the nearby bench. Cellza continued his actions with delight, reaching a hand out and curling a finger under Frost's chin. The blue ice-jin felt as if a shock of electricity shot through his body the moment he felt his touch. He couldn't help letting Cellza pull him closer until their faces were only inches apart. He realized he couldn't seem to look away from his eyes, locked in his hypnotizing gaze. "W-What're you doing...?" Frost asked quietly, though there was little resistance in his tone. The wicked smile on Cellza's dark lips only grew. "Just having a little fun~"

Their lips were connected in kiss within just seconds, making the blue ice-jin slip his eyes shut. These lips felt just like Frieza's, soft against his own, somehow molding together perfectly. While he was distracted by the kiss, Cellza continued his fun, slithering a hand behind Frost and letting his nails lightly glide across the base of his tail. Frost gasped in surprise, his face blushing brighter. The reaction caused a dark chuckle to rumble from Cellza's throat, tilting the blue ice-jin's head to the side before lowering his own. Frost whimpered when feeling sharp teeth sink into his sink, sharper than Frieza's - almost like fangs really. It hurt, but it wasn't quite painful either. It brought a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, causing the blue ice-jin to moan quietly. Cellza finally tightened his grip on Frost's tail, giving a sharp tug, making Frost gasp in pleasure. His head was starting to feel dizzy, lightheaded from the unexpected stimulation - it wasn't till Cellza's hand began to travel to between his legs did he finally snap out of his trance.

"Whoa, wait - wait wait wait!" Frost said in a panic. Cellza paused, pulling away from Frost's neck and tilting his head - though to his credit, he immediately pulled both his hands away. "What's the matter? Weren't you enjoying yourself?" he asked, almost innocently. Frost felt his face blush brighter in embarrassment, grasping his head and shaking it. "I-I-I....y-yes! I-I mean no! I...it's just....y-you're not Frieza! I-I mean, you are, but you're not - this just isn't right!" He had no idea how he should feel. This man wasn't Frieza! He shouldn't feel attracted to him! Yet at the same time....it was him. At least, part of him was! He was just like Frieza, but also wasn't! Kami, what the hell was he supposed to feel...?!

Cellza watched him for a moment before he smiled once more, this time wearing an understanding expression. "My apologies....perhaps it's best I leave for now?"

Frost blinked, confused by his meaning. However Cellza gave him a little wink before his body was enveloped in a bright purple light, and Frost once again had to shield his eyes - once he could see again, he was relieved to see a normal looking Frieza and Cell, both having wide eyes and bright red faces.

"Uh....what the fuck just happened?" Cell blurted out awkwardly.

"What in - *I* should be asking that! You guys came onto me - what the fuck was all THAT?!" Frost demanded. Frieza and Cell both looked at their own hands and bodies before exchanging shocked expressions. "I....I have no idea. That was so bizarre...." Frieza murmured. He shook his head however and stepped towards his partner, giving him a concerned expression. "Are you alright, darling? Did we....err, did *he* scare you?" he asked. Frost blinked. He was still a little speechless after what just happened, his adrenaline was still pumping fast in his veins. But he felt significantly calmer when seeing Frieza's familiar face. "No....I mean, a little. But, I'm fine. He - Cellza, whatever he calls himself - didn't hurt me."

"You do realize you have a hickey on your neck, right?" Cell said bluntly. Frost froze, recognizing the slight pain on the side of his neck, and quickly covered the mark Cellza made. "I-I'm fine. Really. Um....what about you two? How did it feel?" he asked. Frieza rubbed his forehead, shaking his head slightly. "It was....strange, to put it lightly. I certainly didn't feel entirely....conscious while we were merged." he admitted. "Yeah. I mean, I knew I was there, but it didn't....feel like *me*. It was more like, I was someone else." Cell explained. He looked almost dizzy just saying that, giving his head a small shake. "That makes sense....that fusion didn't really act like either of you. Not exactly. It was more like....a third personality or something." Frost admitted. That's certainly how it felt when interacting with him.

"That wasn't all bad though - I still had my memories while we were fused. And I still have Cellza's memories too. And I definitely felt a LOT stronger - like holy shit, the power flowing through us was amazing!" Cell stated with a grin. Frieza didn't look nearly as satisfied, a small frown on his lips. "Yes....but if "Cellza" does have a mind of his own, then he can act on his own. And I don't like that - we need to figure out how to control him." Especially since Cellza seemed to have a fierce attraction towards Frost - he could actually remembered how aroused he - err, how aroused Cellza felt when looking at him. He did *not* want him making his own moves like that again.

"We'll just have to practice then, won't we?" Cell stated. Frost was still silent, the blush still on his cheeks. He was still vividly replaying the whole incident in his head, the feeling of his lips, the sound of his voice - he couldn't deny the whole thing was arousing. But he also felt guilty that Cellza was able to make him feel like that. Cellza wasn't Frieza - and yet he was too. He didn't act *exactly* like Frieza, but the way he spoke and acted did remind him of Frieza at the same time. But it was also new and exciting! Ugh, why did he have to feel so mixed up...?

"Frost? You alright?" Cell asked. Frost snapped out of his thoughts, briefly looking at both men before glancing away. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine," he couldn't help unconsciously rubbing over the mark Cellza had made, running his fingers over the teeth marks, "I'm uh....I'm just gonna go take a quick shower real quick." He stated. Almost immediately Frost stepped away and briskly walked towards the exit, looking all too eager to leave the room. Frieza's frown deepened as he watched his partner leave. He sincerely hoped this Cellza character hadn't scared Frost too much. Although, if he recalled Cellza's memories correctly....Frost didn't seem *that* scared. He just appeared to be his usual, shy shelf. And he had only pushed him away after it reached a certain point. Was it possible....Frost enjoyed that encounter?

Hmm....

* * * *

A little less than two weeks passed since Cellza first came to be. Ever since that day, Frost kept his interactions with him more limited. When Frieza and Cell were training as that fusion, Frost would only briefly enter the training room to give them beverages or snacks, say a quick hello, and take his leave. Thankfully, Cellza seemed to understand Frost's uneasiness around him. He still like to be a bit teasing with his words, but otherwise he kept an appropriate distance and kept his hands to himself. It helped the blue ice-jin feel more comfortable around him - sometimes Cellza would manage to get a little chuckle out of him before he left.

In any case, Frieza and Frost's anniversary was coming faster than the emperor would've liked, and he still had no idea what to do for his partner. During one of his training sessions as Cellza, the two unfused and began to discuss about it while they were alone.

"I'm rather stumped, Cell. There are a number of things I could easily do for Frost, but nothing feels special enough." Frieza stated, pacing back and forth in the room. Cell watched his friend, resting on one of the nearby benches. "You really don't have any ideas? I would've figured you'd come up with something by now." he said. The white ice-jin growled in frustration. "Don't remind me - I've been scalding myself for the past few days. Nothing seems satisfactory! I don't know what to do...." he said. Both men closed their eyes and thought for a moment, taking a few moments to think over the ideas in their heads. Frieza was still absolutely stumped. Sure, he could get Frost beautiful jewels or trinkets, but that seemed so typical and cliche. He could take Frost on a romantic date, but he didn't know where he'd take him, as he's taken him on several wonderful dates. He had even considered Cell's previous idea, and tried to think of new things that might spice up their bedroom activities. But nothing sounded like anything that appeal to Frost.

Cell, on the other hand, only needed to think a few moments before an idea came to his mind.

"....uh, I *might* have an idea....but I'm not sure how either of you would feel about it."

That response caused Frieza to cease his pacing, raising a brow at the android. "What do you mean by that...?" he asked slowly. "Okay, just hear me out - first of all, have you and Frost ever....uh, had a third party involved with your....bedroom fun?" Cell asked awkwardly, trying to find the best words to explain this. Almost immediately Frieza's cheeks blushed brightly, and he growled. "Why would I even consider allowing someone else to touch my Frost?! Unless....you're asking if *you* could be in a threeway with *us*?" he asked, gesturing between the two of them. "Well, I mean....yes and no. Not exactly...." That only further confused the emperor....though it only took a moment for him to click the pieces together.

"....are you suggesting *Cellza* sleeps with MY Frost?!"

"It's not like he'd be cheating on you or anything! It'd still be you - but also something new! Something to make things new and exciting!" Cell quickly explained, hoping he wasn't offending his friend. Frieza narrowed his eyes, initially planning to reject that idea on the spot. But at the same time....it wasn't *that* terrible. It did seem obvious Cellza liked Frost quite a bit. And Frieza would still be able to see and feel everything happening. "Besides, I can't be the only one that realizes Frost has a crush on him, right?" the android added with a coy smile. Frieza *almost* hated to admit it, but it seemed true....whenever Frost would see Cellza, he would do his cute, shy blush, avoid eye contact, and would stutter with his words. Just like he did with Frieza.

"....I suppose it's not a *terrible* idea. But there's still the issue of Frost being uncomfortable with this. Plus, while....I would trust *you* to respect my partner in bed, and I certainly would never mistreat him....I'm not entirely certain *Cellza* would give Frost the same kind of respect and care. We can't control everything he does - if he hurt Frost, I'd never forgive myself." Frieza explained. "Well for one thing, I'd definitely suggest we talk to Frost before we just jump into this - we don't need to give him a heart attack. And as for Cellza, it seems like he's acting better around Frost lately. He hasn't done anything since that first time. Maybe he can handle it." Cell said. Frieza knew that was a lot of trust to put into Cellza. But no matter who this fusion was, he was still a part of Frieza....which meant he must have *some* boundaries, right?

"....let's ask Frost first. Depending on his response, we'll go from there."

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"....am I hearing this correctly?" Frost asked slowly, staring at Frieza and Cell completely dumbfounded. To say this was unexpected would be an exaggeration; just moments ago he had hopped out of the shower, only to see both men waiting in his bedroom. One awkward explanation later, he's realizing they want to experiment with what Frost could only describe as the strangest threeway possible for their anniversary.

"I understand this is a bizarre idea - in hindsight, perhaps I should've thought this over more since this was *Cell's* suggestion." Frieza stated, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "Hey! You make it sound like I have bad ideas!" Cell whined, crossing his arms and giving a small pout. Frost was hardly listening, sitting on the bed as he slowly processed this idea. "So....your guy's suggestion is that I try sleeping with Cellza to make things interesting?" he repeated. Frieza sat down beside his partner, placing a hand over his. "As I said, I'm aware it's a bit unusual. The only reason I even considered it was because I would still be involved, even if it was in a different way. Plus, Cell and I - err, rather, Cellza has noticed - that you seem to have quite the crush on him." he explained. Frost blushed brightly, turning his head away in embarrassment. Had he been *that* obvious this whole time?!

"We aren't shaming you about it or anything - anyone with my genes is bound to have that charming effect on people," Cell stated, trying to lessen the awkwardness - though when both ice-jin glared at him, he shook his head, "not the point. The point is, Frieza really wanted to do something special for you. And I merely thought this might be what you need - something new and exciting, but also familiar. And you'd still be spending it with Frieza, just in a different way." he added, speaking more seriously. "Yes, but of course we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. So if this idea doesn't sound appealing to you, then nothing has to happen with Cellza." Frieza stated.

Frost was silent for a few moments, thinking this over. He felt hesitant about this idea. Not because Cellza wasn't attractive - on the contrary, just being in his presence felt like an instant turn on. And it's not like Cellza ever hurt him. Even during their initial "encounter", the moment Frost asked him to stop, he did. But the feelings he felt during the moment....it made him feel rather conflicted. In fact, it's been dwelling on his mind for far too long, and he didn't know what to do.

"....the idea doesn't sound bad or anything. Actually, it does sound....kinda fun," Frost admitted quietly, his cheeks blushing brighter, "but....I dunno...." He looked down at his lap, his free hand clenching and unclenching. Frieza and Cell exchanged concerned looks before the emperor looked back at his partner. "What's on your mind, darling....you can tell us." he said reassuringly, giving his hand a small squeeze. "Yeah. For real, any problems you have with this, we're here to listen." Cell added. He may not have been Frost or Frieza's lover, but he was still their friend, and as such he *was* going to take their comfort seriously, especially if he was going to be involved.

"It's just....when I first met Cellza, I felt this immediate attraction to him. The way he talked, and acted, and even looked at me. He....he reminded me so much of you, Frieza," he lifted his gaze to look at the emperor, "and yet, at the same time, I knew he wasn't you. Not exactly. Cellza is still his own person. And I felt....really guilty. Because I felt like I fell in love with someone other than you." Frieza blinked in surprise. Frost really felt like that? Well, he suppose he could understand why - falling in love with someone who was your lover but also wasn't. On reflection, that would be rather confusing. "I feel like if Cellza and I....did anything, it'd feel like I was cheating on you. Or that I'd fall for Cellza, and not you. And I don't ever want that, because I love you, Frieza! I love you so much!" Suddenly Frost hugged Frieza's arm, holding him close and nuzzling his shoulder, while his gray tail curled around Frieza's.

"I don't ever want you to think I don't love you...."

"Frost, darling, I've never once thought that," Frieza cupped Frost's cheek and lifted his head to meet his gaze, giving him a reassuring smile, "even after that encounter with Cellza, I never doubted you loved me. You said yourself, he reminds you of me - which leads me to believe your attraction to him because you knew he was a part of me. Just, in a different way - as Cell described it." he explained. The blue ice-jin perked up, immediately nodding in agreement. "Exactly! I-It was like you had taken a different form! Like your Golden Form! Still you, just....different on the outside. Not that I don't love you like this - you know I do! I-I just-"

"Darling, you needn't explain further," Frieza said with a chuckle, "I understand completely. But if that is truly your biggest concern, then put your mind at ease. My faith in your feelings will never waver." Frost felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his chest, giving a wide smile. It felt good to admit these things, and know Frieza didn't feel offended - but more importantly, it was relieving that his main attraction would alwas be towards Frieza. Cell was silent during their conversation, not wanting to intervene quite yet. However he eventually decided to speak up. "Soooo, is that a yes on this Cellza thing then? Because if not - I'm totally open to a more normal threesome."

Frieza immediately gave his friend an unamused look, while Frost couldn't help laughing.

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And so, it was agreed Cellza would spend the evening with Frost. On the day of the anniversary, Frieza spent all his time with his partner, with just the two of them together. He had taken Frost to one of the planets he owned for a peaceful date. Nothing too extraodinary, just a casual time in some park before having dinner at some average restaurant. Though once they had returned to the ship, it was definitely getting closer to the end of the evening - which meant getting closer to the main event. So Frieza went to fetch Cell, and told Frost to wait outside their bedroom. Once they were ready, they'd let him in.

So, Frost did as told, waiting in the hallway, pacing back and forth until they were ready. He couldn't help feeling nervous - he knew he shouldn't be. Cellza didn't seem like bad person, and he was still a part of Frieza. But still, it'd be somewhat strange to let himself become so vulnerable to someone else, fusion or not. Especially since he didn't know what to expect; would Cellza be more like Frieza in bed, or more like Cell, or maybe be more like both of them? He could still vividly remember the feeling Cellza made him feel - just the way he looked at him with those sharp, red eyes was enough to make his whole body tingle with nerves and anticipation. The same effect Frieza's eyes had on him.

The blue ice-jin jumped slightly when hearing the door slide open, and whirled around - only to immediately blush when seeing Cellza leaning against the door frame, a wide grin on his face.

"Hello Frost~" he purred. Frost was silent for a few seconds, trying to gather the courage to return the greeting. "Uh, h-hello, Cellza." he murmured. The fusion couldn't help chuckling, tail swaying contently. "I've only said a few words to you, and you already appear so nervousss. Do I intimidate you that much?" he asked in amusement, tilting his head. Frost felt his cheeks blush brighter, shyly glancing away as he rubbed his arm. "N-No! Well, I-I mean, yes! B-But....not in a bad way, if that makes sense." He replied. Cellza chuckled once more, though his did expression did soften a bit. "Well, rest assured, there's nothing to fear. I promise this shall be a wonderful evening for both of us to remember~" he lowered his voice, speaking just a tad softer. In a way that made Frost's heart flutter. "I-I know."

Cellza held a hand out for Frost to take, to which the criminal slowly reached out and placed his own hand in his. He allowed the fusion to pull him into the room, closing the door behind him. The room seemed rather nice, with a few lit candles placed appropriately to create a gentle illumination, the bed was so well made it almost appeared untouched, and there was some sort of light incense that filled the room with a pleasant aroma. "I must say, I feel rather honored you're allowing me the privilege of sharing a bed with you this evening - and on your special anniversary, no less." Cellza said sweetly, lifting Frost's hand and kissing the front of it. The blue ice-jin blinked, a bit surprised by his words, before he gave his own small smile. "Well, you are a part of Frieza after all....and I love every part of him."

"As you should. Now, before we go any further, there is something I'd like for you to know," Cellza slowly circled around until he was standing behind Frost, resting his hands comfortably upon the blue ice-jin's waist, "if for any reason at all you wish to stop, or you would like me to unfuse, all you need do is sssay the word. I *refussse* to force myself upon you - do we have an understanding?" he asked. His tone was still low and soft, but something about the way he hissed out a few of his words gave away to how serious he was attempting to be. Even so, hearing those words helped bring Frost more reassurance than he thought it would. He could ask him to stop whenever he wanted, and Cellza would stop - he firmly believed that. "I understand." Frost replied.

The fusion smiled upon hearing that response, slowly leaning closer. "Good. In that case, I believe we can begin~"

He lightly dragged his nails up the sides of Frost's waist before slowly moving his hands to grope at his chest. The blue ice-jin gasped softly at the feeling, shivering a bit as he felt Cellza's tail slowly coil around his thigh. The fusion continued with his actions, brushing his lips upon Frost's cheek before lowering to the side of his neck. His long, warm tongue trailed up to his jawline, earning him a soft moan from the criminal. Already he felt heat stirring in his groin, causing the blue ice-jin to clench his thighs together instinctively. "Mmm, you're such a sssensitive creature, aren't you~? Sssquirming at the lightest touches~" he purred in Frost's ear. The criminal's long tail trembled beneath him, loosely curling around one of Cellza's legs.

"How delightful," Cellza circled back around so he was again facing Frost, using one hand to hold his, while using the other to gently grasp his chin, "now then, follow me~" Frost silently obeyed, biting his lip as he allowed the fusion to slowly guide him towards the bed. He felt his heart pounding against his chest as Cellza sat on the edge of the mattress, then pulled him on top so he was straddling his lap. "I can see why Frieza finds you so enticing....you are simply irresistable." the fusion stated, a smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes scanned the blue ice-jin up and down. Frost blushed upon hearing those words, shyly glancing away. So he could feel how Frieza felt when he was like this? "You....know how he feels?" he asked quietly. "Absolutely. Cell too. When fused like this, our thoughts and emotions become one - meaning, my attraction towards you reflects what Frieza feels. And Cell as well - it would seem your looks are beloved by many." Cellza explained. For whatever reason, that just clicked in Frost's head. That made sense why Cellza practically fell for him the moment they met - they were simply Frieza's emotions being projected by a different vessel.

"I see....I never realized that's how it worked." Frost murmured, reaching a hand up lightly touching the black crown on Cellza's head. It felt cold against his fingers, and hard. Almost like plastic, but not. He did the same with Cellza's chest, curiously running his palms down his front. This was definitely different compared to Frieza's warm, slick, smooth skin. In fact, the only parts of Cellza that seemed to be actual skin were his face, neck, hands, and tail. The fusion smiled as Frost touched him, allowing him to continue a moment longer before he gently grasped his wrists. "I'm pleased your so eager to explore, but for now, I believe these will be better suited here...." Cellza guided Frost's hands to put them behind his back, causing the blue ice-jin to look at him puzzled. Why did he want him to have his hands behind his back?

It was only then Frost noticed Cellza's tail slither closer from the bed....his eyes widened when seeing it was holding what appeared to be velvet rope.

"Don't be afraid - I'm more than aware you don't like anything too extreme," Cellza said gently, moving the rope so that he held it in his hands, "all I wish to do is tie your wrists behind your back. Nothing more. But if you don't want me to, I won't. So you tell me - is this okay?" Frost hesitated for a moment, nervously looking between Cellza and the rope. He and Frieza rarely ever did any sort of bondage when in the bedroom, and even when they did, it was nothing more than soft rope and maybe a blind fold. He hadn't been expecting to do anything like this with Cellza - but at the same time, his request was rather tame. If he wanted to stop, all he had to do was say the word. So, Frost swallowed before giving a small nod. "I-I suppose it's alright...."

Cellza's smile widened before he reached around Frost, carefully tying the rope around his wrists. When he was done, the blue ice-jin pulled on them experimentally - they felt tight, but not uncomfortable. "Good, now the real fun can begin~" he said, growling playfully. Frost felt a shiver go down his spine upon seeing the mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and watching his tail wag eagerly behind him. "W-What um....what're you going to do?" he asked nervously. "Don't worry - you will feel nothing but pleasure~ That's a promissse~"

He placed a hand on the back of Frost's head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, not hesitating to take control. Frost whimpered when feeling his tongue glide against his own, though the feeling wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it turned out Cellza was an excellent kisser, knowing exactly how to mold their lips together and how to hold his head closer. Again, he was reminded of Frieza - his addicting taste, the perfect mixture of gentleness and roughness, the way he'd cause moans to escape him. Frost happily reciprocated the kiss, whimpering and moaning softly against Cellza's mouth. The fusion only pulled away for a few seconds, giving Frost enough time to gasp before their lips were reconnected. As the heat of their makeout became more intense, Cellza's free hand moved to behind Frost's shoulders, and slowly trailed a clawed finger down the blue ice-jin's spine, all the way to the base of his tail. Frost shuddered from his touch, forced to break the kiss and gasp into the air.

"F-Frieza...." he moaned breathlessly.

Almost as soon as the name left his lips, his eyes widened and he blushed, suddenly looking at Cellza concerned. "Oh, I-I....I-I'm sorry. I forget....I mean you....you're not-"

But Cellza only seemed charmed by the Frost's actions, giving a small chuckle as he looked at him in admiration. "There's nothing to apologize for. You are more than welcome to call for your partner's name. After all....Frieza *is* a part of me. And I *know* he wants to hear more~" Another gasp slipped past Frost's lips when feeling Cellza's hand cup his crotch, lightly pressing his fingers against the sensitive skin. He did it in gentle patterns, as if knowing exactly what spots would make Frost feel weak - just like Frieza did, he realized. "Ohhh....ohhh...." The blue ice-jin couldn't help moaning softly into the air, his tail wrapping around Cellza's leg in a gentle hold. "That's it....moan for me, Frost~ Your voice is music to my ears~" the fusion leaned his head forward, giving the blue ice-jin's neck another soft lick across his neck before lightly sinking his fangs into his skin, just enough to avoid piercing the skin.

"F-Fuck....ohhhh!" Frost threw his head back and moaned as the skin of his cloaca parted. Cellza smirked against Frost's skin, keeping one arm firmly across his partner's back, while the other teased the opening that contained Frost's member. The blue ice-jin whimpered and gasped quietly, his member slowly coming out of hiding before it was fully erect. Cellza didn't cease his actions, wrapping his palm around the sensitive organ and stroking it up and down, starting at a slow rhythm. "K-Kami, Frieza...!" Frost whimpered. Already he bucked into Cellza's hand, eager for more friction. "Goodness, so impatient....don't worry, my dear. This is just the beginning~" the fusion stated with a chuckle. The blue ice-jin was a bit puzzled what he was referring to - although his breath hitched when feeling the tip of Cellza's tail tease his cloacal entrance. Was he really going to...?

"Ahhh!" Frost cried out as Cellza slowly eased his tail inside of him, purposely rubbing against his sensitive inner walls. Cellza watched his partner's pleasured expression with satisfaction, doing gentle thrusts with his tail, going at the same rhythm of his hand stroking his member. "Oh Gods! Ahhh! Ahhh! Frieza!" The blue ice-jin couldn't control the embarrassing noises even if he wanted to, his mind swiftly becoming clouded with overwhelming pleasure. It wasn't often both his member and his cunt were given this sort of attention simultaneously. The mixture of sensations was almost too much to bear, his legs shaking and trembling, and his tail squeezed tightly around Cellza's leg. "Good boy~ You're doing so well~" Cellza purred. He leaned towards Frost's collar bone and gently nipped at it with his fangs, giving a low growl. Frost struggled to keep his breathing under control, each breath wasted on moans of pleasure. "Ohhh, ohhh - ahhh!" Cellza suddenly began to increase his pace, speeding up his strokes and his thrusts.

Frost's vision was starting to feel blurry - Cellza's tail seemed to strike his sweet spot perfectly, while his hand seemed to know exactly how much pressure to keep around his member. "Frieza....Frieza...." Frost's moans began to die out into quiet whimpers, slowly losing his voice. He rolled his hips along with Cellza's touches and movements, evidentally fucking himself with Cellza's hand and tail. "You poor thing, you can barely hold out any longer, can you?" Cellza said with a chuckle. He gave a long lick up Frost's neck and along his jawline before pecking a light kiss on his lips. "I wonder which way you'll cum - perhaps from both~ Let's see if we can make that happen~" The blue ice-jin squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the sensations from both ends take over. He was so close, the tension was unbearable! He *needed* to cum! He needed sweet release....

"Frieza....Frieza....Kami please, Frieza....aaaAAAHH!!"

Frost was finally driven over the edge; his warm, tight inner walls clamped down around Cellza's tail and drenched it in his essence, while his seed spilled into Cellza's hand. Instant satisfaction spread across Cellza's face, thoroughly studying the orgasmic expression on Frost's expression. "F-Fuck....mmm...." the blue ice-jin quietly whimpered. Cellza moved his tail a few more times to help his partner ride out his high. Though it wasn't long Frost lost all his energy and slumped against Cellza's strong chest, panting hard and resting his head against his shoulder. His cool bio-armor provided pleasant relief from his burning body. "Very good, Frost....you did wonderfully." the fusion whispered sweetly in his ear. He reached around and untied Frost's wrists, tossing the rope aside. "Do you believe you've had enough? Or do you wish to feel more...?"

The blue ice-jin couldn't respond right away, still in the midst of trying to catch his breath. But once he gathered enough energy, he slowly sat up to look at Cellza with dazed eyes. "I-I....I want to feel more...." He already felt absolutely exhausted - but he couldn't deny he wanted to feel Cellza inside him. To feel the satisfaction of being filled with his cock, and to drive him crazy. It's what Frieza would've done.

"I had a feeling you'd say that~"

Before Frost could even comprehend what was happening, suddenly he was laying on the bed, laying on his stomach. He blinked in surprise, though he hardly had a moment to feel confused before he felt a hand slap his ass, causing him to yelp. It didn't hurt, it just surprised him. "I must say....you look incredible like this~" Cellza purred. The blue ice-jin bit his lip as he felt his legs being spread far apart, and something teased his entrance - he had a pretty good guess what it was. And it felt big too. "I-I....C-Cellza, um...." Frost stuttered. He could slowly feel some of his nerves returning - Frieza was usually so gentle with him before he did anything rough, and helped him ease into their coupling before he just pounded into him. He wasn't entirely sure if Cellza would do the same thing. It seemed the fusion read his mind however, leaning forward and gently petting his back.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm well aware - we'll go slow first." he said reassuringly. Frost nodded, letting out a small sigh of relief and laying his head back down onto the bed. He wrapped his tail around Cellza's waist and braced himself for the imminent penetration, trembling with anticipation. "Here we go, Frossst...." Cellza murmured in a low voice. He felt the fusion grip his hips before slowly sinking his member inside of him, pushing his way in until he was buried to the hilt. Frost openly moaned at the feeling, gripping the sheets beneath him. Kami, he felt amazing - definitely bigger and thicker than Frieza (probably because of Cell). It was almost too much for the blue ice-jin to handle, causing him to squirm a bit. "Mmm, yesss....you feel exquisite, my dear. I believe we'll both enjoy this very much." Cellza stated. He began to move his hips, starting with slow, shallow thrusts.

The criminal moaned beneath him, each thrusts igniting a spark of pleasure within him. He already felt rather sensitive from his previous orgasm, so the continued stimulation only added to the intense sensations. "F-Fuck, fuck....oh Kami...." he whimpered. He clutched onto the sheets tightly, burying his face into the mattress. He heard Cellza purr above him, leaning closer and peppering soft kisses along the back of his neck. "That's it, let me hear more....moan till your heart's content." he said. Despite how clouded his mind was, Frost could't help wondering - could Frieza feel all this? Was he able to experience pleasure as well? Or was it all for Cellza to enjoy? The blue ice-jin turned his head slightly, trying to look over his shoulder at the fusion. "C-Cellza, can - AHHH!" A sharp pull on his tail caused him to cry out in delight. That reaction seemed to make encourage a new idea in Cellza's mind, deciding to pull at Frost's tail with each thrust, significantly increasing his pace.

"Kami, yes!! Ahhh! Ahhh! Frieza!" Frost couldn't help calling out for his partner's name. It was all he could think about - the way he would drive into him just like this, the low growls he'd hear rumble from his chest, the soft kisses he'd feel along his neck and shoulders. Every action just reminded him of his emperor and how he made him feel good. The only thing he couldn't enjoy at this moment was Frieza's warm body heat, but at the moment that hardly mattered. Cellza's smile widened, placing another kiss behind Frost's ear. "You truly love Frieza, don't you~?" he purred. Frost again glanced over his shoulder, this time being able to meet with his partner's gaze. "Y-Yes - mmm! O-Of course I do! He's - ahh - everything t-to me!" he moaned. He laid his head back down onto the mattress, shuddering with every deep thrust of Cellza's hips. "I-I love him....I-I love him so much!"

To Frost's surprise, Cellza began to slow down his thrusts, until eventually he came to a stop. The blue ice-jin was puzzled, but allowed the fusion to flip him over so he was laying on his back. He blushed upon seeing the look in Cellza's eyes....the way he stared down at him in utter love and adoration. It felt like Frieza was looking right at him.

"You should know, nothing makes Frieza happier than hearing those words from your lips....it warms his heart in a way no one else does." he stated softly. Frost's eyes widened, taken aback by the fusion's words. He knew it made the emperor happy whenever he said he loved him, but it never dawned on him that it meant so much to him. "It....it does?" the blue ice-jin murmured. He gasped as Cellza reentered him, slowly buring himself entirely once more before leaning forward, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Of course. It just makes him realize how much he loves you as well. And he *does* love you, darling....he loves you so, so, so much...." Cellza purred into his ear. Frost couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips, blinking away tears as warmth spread throughout his heart. He could *hear* how much Cellza meant that statement....it felt as if Frieza was declaring his love through his lips.

"Frieza...." he wrapped his arms around the fusion's neck, holding him close. Cellza took this as a cue to continue, once again thrusting into the blue ice-jin beneath him. He was slow for the first few thrusts before he increased his pace, knowing neither of them were patient enough to keep up the casual pace. Frost threw his head back and cried out in ecstacy, his nails digging into the sturdy bio-armor. Cellza seemed to know exactly where to strike his sweet spot, making him squirm and writhe beneath him. "Oh Kami, yes! Yes! Yes!" he cried. He crossed his legs over Cellza's lower back, clinging on for dear life. "Frieza, Frieza, Frieza....oh Kami, I'm almost there...!"

Cellza was getting close too, growling into Frost's skin as the tension in his abdomen started to edge on unbearable. He lifted his head and grasped Frost's chin, capturing his lips in a powerful, heated kiss. That seemed to be enough to drive them both over the edge, causing them both to moan against each others lips. Frost allowed his climax to blissfully overtake his mind, relishing the feeling of being filled up - he hadn't even noticed the purple light that engulfed Cellza's body, and illuminated the entire room....

The next thing he knew, he no longer felt his cool bio-armor, but rather the soft, slick warmth of skin....

He managed to open his eyes - pleasantly surprised to see his wonderful emperor above him, cheeks flushed with heat and panting hard. Frost didn't even bother questioning it, he just wore a tired, loving smile across his face. "Welcome back, my lord." he purred, reaching a hand up to cup Frieza's cheek. The white ice-jin smiled back, leaning into his partner's touch. "Hello, my dear." he murmured, still breathless. They both stared at each other a few seconds longer before the same thought seemed to cross their minds. "Wait, if you unfused, then where's...?"

"Holy shit, that was awesome...!" Cell stated, laying on his back beside both of the ice-jin. The couple looked at him surprised; Frost couldn't help giggling in amusement, finding Cell's blissful expression somewhat amusing, while Frieza rolled his eyes. "Yes, well I hope you enjoyed it....this is a rare privilege that I've never provided to *anyone* else. So don't think this'll suddenly become a routine of some kind." he stated. "Totally, totally, I completely understand. I have no intention of trying to nudge my way into your little circle. That said," Cell turned to lay on his side, giving a smirk to Frost, "I hope we were to your liking, Frost~"

That earned another chuckle Frost, and a small tail smack to the back of the head from Frieza. "Get out."

"Aww, don't be so mean, Frieza." Frost said. Though Cell shook his head and sat up, standing up from the bed. "No no, he's right. I should go. I wouldn't want to be a third wheel on your special anniversary. So, you two enjoy yourselves - I'll see ya in the morning." The android gave a final wink before casually slipping out of the bedroom, whistling to himself. Frieza merely sighed before returning his attention to his partner, smiling sweetly at him. "I hope you enjoyed this little change, darling." He said. Frost's smiled widened and he nodded, brushing his thumb across Frieza's cheek. "I did. It was rather fun actually - I hope you enjoyed it too." he said. "I'll admit, I can see the appeal....but I much rather have you all to myself." Frieza purred.

"Well....would you like a chance to do that now, my lord~?" Frost offered, his smile turning playful. Frieza growled eagerly, his own smirk spreading across his dark lips. "And that is just one of the many reasons why I love you so dearly." Before either of them knew it, they were once again caught in a heatful kiss, eagerly jumping into another round of wonderful love-making.

Anw while Frost did enjoy his time with Cellza....nothing would ever compare to his precious Frieza.

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Frost was silent as he watched both his partners get ready for the day, relaxing in bed a few moments longer. Krusha was getting dressed, adjusting her dark coat and slipping on her white boots, while Frieza was freshening up in the washroom. As emperor and commandant, both other ice-jin had important tasks they needed to tend to, so this was a usual occurence for them. "*sigh* I don't understand why my father insists on having this meeting today. I already have my hands full as it is, I don't need him making things more difficult while I break my back for this empire." Frieza muttered to himself as he stepped out of the washroom, wiping his body dry with the towel around his neck. Both Frost and Krusha rolled their eyes with a chuckle. It wasn't a surprise the white ice-jin would be complaining about certain tasks - again - but at least this time he had a good reason to bitch about it. He really *did* have a lot on his plate today.

"Frieza darling, maybe your loyal commandant can be of some help," Krusha crooned as she approached him, hugging him from behind, "tell me what I can do to make things easier for you." Frieza's lips curled into an appreciative smile, looking up at the woman before reaching up to pet her cheek. "Well, I suppose if you're not too busy yourself, simply dealing with those annoying reports would be a huge help on your part." he replied. The commandant pecked his cheek and nodded. "Consider it done, my lord~"

Frost smiled at them for a moment before averting his gaze to the floor. They were always so sweet with each other....

Of course Frost thought it was a wonderful thing that they were so close with one another. But at the same time....he couldn't help but fear he was just a third wheel in this relationship. It was only a few months ago the three of them decided to try being partners - only exclusive with each other, of course. It had initially been just Frost and Frieza for a little while, but when Frieza's first lover rejoined his forces, there were unmistakenable feelings that had reawakened in both of them. Surprisingly, Frost didn't mind that much - he loved Frieza, and wanted to make him happy, so if that included having Krusha as a partner, then that was fine. Besides, there *was* some sort of chemistry between him and Krusha as well. She was actually quite loving towards him at times, despite the two of them not knowing each other as well.

But Frost also knew Frieza and Krusha had YEARS of history. They knew each other ever since they were little kids, and had been sweethearts growing up. Even despite the fallout they had after Frieza was resurrected, they managed to rekindle that love after all this time. That kind of love was special....and Frost couldn't help feeling his part in this relationship was insignificant when compared in such a way....

"Frost? Is something the matter?" Frost snapped out of his thoughts, giving his head a small shake before looking to his partners. Frieza had asked the question, though both him and Krusha were looking at him curiously. "Oh, nothing. I just zoned out was all - I'm still waking up a bit." Frost quickly replied, standing up from the bed. Both other ice-jin looked like they wanted to say something to that response, but Frost interrupted them. "Anyway, you should both probably get going. Frieza, you know your father doesn't like to be kept waiting." he said. That statement made the emperor sigh dramatically, rubbing his forehead. "Oh yes, I'm aware...." he muttered. He turned to face Krusha first, cupping her face and bringing her down for a loving kiss. "I shall meet you for lunch, my dear." he purred. "Certainly, darling~" Krusha replied.

Frieza nodded and turned to Frost, making the criminal surprised as he stepped closer and placed his hands on his waist. "I imagine I'll see you too, darling?" he asked. Frost smiled and nodded. "Of course." he murmured with a shy blush. The emperor pulled him in for a loving kiss as well before releasing him and leaving the room. "I shall see you both later then~" he called over his shoulder. Frost's smile widened, still recalling the feeling of Frieza's lips on his own. However he was snapped out of his daydream as Krusha approached him next. "I apologize we'll be so busy, darling. Will you be alright by yourself?" she asked with a small frown. The criminal nodded, shyly waving a hand dismissively. "Yeah, of course. I'll probably just do some training today. I'll be fine." he stated. Sometimes Frost would assist with empiral tasks if he could, but otherwise most of the work landed on Frieza and Krusha's shoulders, leaving him with more free time than the other two. It was something he often felt guilty for.

"Alright. Well we'll meet you for lunch then." Frost blinked in surprise as Krusha cupped his cheek and knelt down a bit, giving him a tender kiss before pulling away. "Until then, darling~" she purred, only withdrawing her hand when she was out of reach. The criminal watched as his other partner left the room, blushing brightly. He didn't know why he was surprised - both Frieza and Krusha always kissed him goodbye before they started their duties. And yet it caught him off guard every time....maybe because he always didn't think he was important enough to receive that kind of attention.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips, trying to shake off those insecurities as he left the room as well, deciding to distract himself with some much needed training.

* * * *

The day surprisingly passed by in a blur. Frost did his training with little issue and both Krusha and Frieza were able to finish their duties. And just as promised, the three of them met for lunch in the cafeteria. As expected, Frieza was complaining about his father, and how he could be quite annoying at times. Both Krusha and Frost too amusement in his behavior, reassuring their emperor that they agreed with him, although Krusha couldn't help teasing him for acting like a whiny "princess", which became a running gag when they had overheard King Cold refer to Frieza as such during one of his video calls. Frost tried to act normal, to act happy and content. But again he couldn't help noticing the closeness his partners had with each other, and it brought back those insecurities from earlier. He thought he was doing good at hiding his true feelings, but both Frieza and Krusha could tell something was up.

In any case, the rest of the day continued without much event until later that night. Frieza had finished his tasks early, and Krusha would've been finished as well, but she still had a few maintenance things to check. Frost noticed she looked tired however, and offered to do it for her, since he spent most of his day to have time to himself. It wasn't anything complicated, just speaking with a few soldiers and workers to make sure all their systems were working, like healing tanks and computers. And if they weren't working, Frost simply needed to record what needed to be done and report it to Frieza or Krusha, who would contact the correct workers to get things repaired.

The whole process only took about an hour and a half, giving Frost plenty of time to return to the bedroom, letting out a small sigh. He was finally starting to feel a little better, having been distracted from his troubling thoughts for a little while. He wasn't even thinking as he pressed on the control panel beside the bedroom door and stepped inside, briefly distracted by the data pad in his hand. "Alright, I got maintenance finished. Everything you need is right here-"

He stopped dead in his tracks, blushing brightly.

Frieza was on top of Krusha, the two of them having their lips locked together in a heated kiss, and Krusha's clothes were scattered carelessly upon the floor. It was obvious what they were about to do, but considering neither of their genitailia was exposed yet, it seemed they were just getting started. Both of them immediately paused their actions and looked to Frost, though they weren't flustered or surprised. Frost, however, was completely caught off guard. "I-I....sorry, I....I-I didn't m-mean to interrupt...!" he squeaked, quickly averting his gaze. However Frieza and Krusha exchanged amused looks before smiling at the criminal. "Darling, there's no need to apologize, nor do you need to look away. Don't be embarrassed." Krusha crooned. "Yes, she's right, my dear. In fact, if you wish....you're more than welcome to join us~" Frieza purred. Frost shyly looked at both his partners, a little surprised by the invitation, but ultimately shook his head.

"No, um, that's okay...." he murmured quietly. This was one of the biggest reasons why Frost thought their connection with each other was stronger than his - he had yet to be sexual with either of them. Whether it be one-on-one or the three of them together, Frost was simply too nervous to be that intimate, to allow himself to be that vulnerable. Frieza and Krusha were nothing but understanding about it, knowing he was inexperienced when it came to sex, and gave him time to choose when to do so. They even offered to not become intimate with each other until Frost was comfortable with it, but Frost insisted they could still have sex with each other. He didn't want either of them to wait on him. But that also meant they could do it whenever they wanted, and make their strong bond even closer than before....while Frost waited on the side, always too nervous to join them.

He didn't look at either of them as Frost quickly walked to one of the tables at the far end of the room, setting his data pad upon it. Both Frieza and Krusha frowned, sharing the same concerned expression before Frieza climbed off the commandant. "Frost....are you really feeling alright?" the emperor asked, slowly approaching him. Frost nodded, though he couldn't bring himself to look at Frieza. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine...." he replied. Krusha sat up from the bed, swinging her legs over the side of the mattress. "Darling, we've noticed how you've been acting lately....it seems clear *something* is bothering you. Whatever is going on, you can tell us." she replied, her tone laced with affection. Frieza nodded in agreement, wrapping his arms around Frost's waist from behind. "That's right. Come now, tell us what's bothering you, my love. Perhaps we can help." he said sweetly, nuzzling his neck. Frost's frown deepened, but he couldn't help leaning against Frieza's warm body. He always liked being held like this....

"....no, I don't think you can...."

That statement made both Frieza and Krusha blink in surprise, exchanging puzzled looks before looking back at Frost. The criminal still kept his gaze to the floor, his cheeks blushing in embarrassment. He didn't *want* to bring this up or cause any issues, but he knew Frieza and Krusha well enough that they wouldn't let this go if he kept denying it, and they could both read through any lie he came up with. "I....I just....*sigh* you guys are just so sweet to each other. The way you guys treat each other is just so....nice...." He paused, hesitating to continue, but swallowed nervously before he spoke once more. "I'm really happy you guys are so close. But....it just reminds me that....I'll never have that...."

"Frost, what in the world are you talking about?" Krusha asked, now standing up from the bed to approach him as well. Frieza cupped Frost's face, trying to meet his gaze, but the criminal kept his gaze firmly to the floor beneath him. "You guys....have all this history together. You've loved each other for so long. Way before I became involved with either of you. And yet here I am....the third wheel who has no business trying to be as important-"

"Frost, darling," Frieza said, turning his partner fully to face him, "are you concerned we care more for each other than we do for you?"

"Why wouldn't you? I mean, after everything you two have been through, how could I compare?" Frost said. Now that his feelings were out in the open, he couldn't help feeling ashamed. He didn't feel like he should be saying these things - it made it seem as though he didn't want Frieza and Krusha to be close, which wasn't true at all. He just wished he could be a part of that bond.

"Frost, look at me for a moment." Frieza said softly. The criminal hesitated, but reluctantly raised his head to finally meet Frieza's gaze - he was a little surprised to see the emperor look at him with nothing but love and affection. "What you say is true - Krusha and I do have quite a bit of history. And she does mean a lot to me. But so do you," he moved his hands to hold Frost's, giving them a small squeeze, "time doesn't always evaluate the importance of one's relationships. I love Krusha, and I love you. I love you both more than you could ever imagine. Neither of you could become more important than the other. Why do you think I want you both to be with me? Because I could never stand the idea of being parted from *either* of you. I love you, Frost - please don't ever doubt that."

The criminal's eyes widened in shock, blown away by his partner's words. He spoke to him so genuinely, and he seemed to certain of every word he said. He couldn't help being surprised....Frieza really loved him that much? "Frieza...."

"Darling...." A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, and he was turned around to face Krusha - she wore the same, loving expression that Frieza did. "I know we haven't known each other long. And perhaps you and I aren't as close as we are with Frieza - but I want to be," she stated, moving her hands to cup Frost's face, "you really mean a lot to Frieza. And if I'm being truthful, I care about you quite a bit as well. I want to become closer with you, Frost, and form something special for us all. But I never want you to believe you're less important than either of us. Because you do matter, darling - I promise you do."

"Krusha...." Frost could hardly believe what was happening right now. Just moments ago, he felt like the most insignificant being to exist. Now not only was Frieza claiming he undoubtedly loved him, but that Krusha cared about him as well, and wanted to form something stronger with him. He swore, his heart had never felt this warm and fuzzy before, not since he first fell in love with Frieza. His eyes began to feel misty, glancing away as he blinked away tears. Krusha's smile widened, kneeling down a bit to pull Frost into a loving embrace. Frieza smiled at the sight, stepping closer and petting the back of Frost's head. "We truly apologize, darling. We never meant to make you feel so insignificant, or make you feel left out." the emperor replied. Frost sniffled before taking a deep breath, just able to stop himself from crying. "N-No, it's alright....I was just overthinking things, it seems...." he replied. Krusha kissed the top of his head before releasing him from her arms, standing up.

"Frieza, darling....perhaps we can show Frost how much we care about him." she purred. Frost blinked, briefly looking up at her confused. It took a second to recognize the her insinuation, and when he did realize what she meant, his blushed brightly. Frieza raised a brow, a smile curling on his lips as he hummed. "Hmm, perhaps we can. But," he paused to look back at Frost, holding his hand and giving him a soft expression, "we understand that's still a rather big step for you. So, if you don't feel ready....we don't have to. We'll take no offense to it." Frost knew he could reject the offer if he wanted to. Neither of them would force him into something he didn't want. But after hearing their sweet words, and after feeling this overwhelming warmth in his heart, he couldn't help imagining allowing them to go further....to become more intimate, and trust them with his body....it could be quite the pleasant experience.

"....no. Actually, I....I-I think I would like to try it."

Both Frieza and Krusha blinked in surprise, looking at each other before looking back at Frost. "Are you sure, darling?" Krusha asked. Frost's blush brightened, but he gave a small nod. "Y-Yeah....I am. I mean, as long as neither of you mind...." Frieza chuckled upon hearing that response, gently grasping Frost's chin and pulling him closer. "We would be delighted to have you, my dear Frost." he stated. He sealed those words a loving kiss, moving his other hand to rest on the criminal's waist. Frost smiled against Frieza's lips, humming as he reciprocated the kiss, reaching his arms up to wrap around his neck. The emperor continued with his ministrations, sliding both hands down Frost's slim figure and around behind him, until he grasped his behind and gave it a soft squeeze. The action caused the criminal to break the kiss with a soft kiss - giving Krusha the chance to turn his head recapture his lips in another kiss, stroking his blushing cheeks with her thumbs.

Frieza growled softly at the woman. "I wasn't done with those lips." he stated. Krusha giggled and pulled away, leaving Frost breathless as he panted softly. "I apologize, darling, but I couldn't resist having a taste~" she replied innocently. The criminal swallowed, feeling far more heated up than he expected; he had a feeling this would be an experience he'd never forget.

"Hmph, I suppose that's fair," Frieza admitted before flashing a devious smirk towards Frost, "now then, this way, my dear~" He grasped Frost's left hand, while Krusha grasped his right, and together they gently pulled him towards the bed. The criminal allowed his partners to guide him towards their bed, his heart pounding harder and faster with every step. Once they reached their destination, both Frieza and Krusha sat upon the edge of the mattress before pulling Frost down, causing him to yelp in surprise as he landed on his back with a small bounce. He remained still as Frieza and Krusha leered over him, causing a small nervous knot to form in his stomach. Their piercing red eyes were practically glowing, gazing down at him with an equal amount of tenderness and lustful hunger. It was both exciting and intimidating.

"Hehehe, whatever shall we do with you first...?" Frieza murmured with a chuckle. He placed his fingertips upon Frost's cheek and lightly traced them downwards, trailing them down the side of his neck, over his chest, and down his stomach, causing Frost to shiver under his touch. "So many choices - it's difficult to choose." The emperor added, licking his lips. "Now Frieza, don't get carried away. You don't want to frighten him." Krusha crooned. She brushed the back of her hand against Frost's other cheek, feeling heat radiating from under his skin - the gentle touch prompted Frost to lean against her hand. "Of course. I'd never want to frighten our precious Frost~" Frieza stated. He leaned down and kissed Frost's cheek sweetly, making the criminal smile and purr a little. The affection was helping him calm his nerves, his breathing becoming a little less heavy.

"Perhaps Frost can tell us how he wants us to start." Krusha suggested. Frieza perked up at that idea, looking pleased by the idea. "Yes, I believe that's fair," he looked back down at Frost, sitting up a bit, "tell us, darling, what would you like us to do, hm? Is there anything specific you wish to do?" he asked. Frost blushed brightly. He wasn't expecting to be given a chance to choose anything. Honestly, he had no idea what he'd want - he's had no prior experience before this! What were they expecting him to say? Did they mean oral sex? Or a certain position? Kami, maybe both?! "I-I um....I-I don't know...." Frost rolled onto his side, trying to hide his blushing face. This felt so embarrassing! "I-I wouldn't know where to begin! I....I-I've never....done this before...."

It took a moment for Krusha and Frieza to process those words before their eyes widened. That possibility never crossed their minds - sure, Frost had mentioned he was inexperienced, but they didn't think he meant entirely! "U-Um....I-I don't mind if you two lead. In fact, that might make this easier for me...." Frost admitted. The other two ice-jin exchanged another look, silently trying to decide what to do. This admittedly made them both a bit more nervous; neither of them wanted to make Frost's first time a bad experience. They would take this slowly, make sure their partner was comfortable with every step they did.

Frieza laid down on his side beside Frost, gently stroking Frost's side up and down with his palm. He still felt rather tense under his touch, and he only seemed to stiffen more when being touched, likely out of instinct. Before anything, the emperor wanted to help his partner relax. He glanced up at Krusha with a smile, who smiled back and nodded. "Frost darling, come here...." Krusha slid an arm under Frost to help him sit up, causing him to look at her curiously. She scooted closer towards the headboard and opened her legs, patting the space in front of her. The criminal gave a brief look to Frieza before looking back at the commandant, wordlessly obeying and crawling towards her. He had no idea what these two were planning, and while he was still nervous, he wasn't that worried either. He trusted both of them enough to know they wouldn't hurt him.

He blinked as he was turned around and pulled closer, his back pressed against Krusha's chest. "Frost, please understand - if either Frieza or I do anything that you don't like, or if at any point you want to stop, you need to tell us. Okay?" Krusha's tone was still soft, but there was firmness in it that meant she was being serious. Frost nodded without hesitation. "Okay."

Krusha gave a satisfied smile, wrapping her arms around Frost's waist and nodding to Frieza. The emperor's smirk returned, slowly crawling towards Frost on his hands and knees. Frost's heart pounded harder the closer Frieza got, quietly approaching him until their faces were inches apart. A tender kiss on the lips made him relax a little, encouraging him to kiss back eagerly. Unfortunately the kiss was brief as the emperor pulled away, and instead placed another gentle kiss on the side of his neck. Frost's panting became heavier as Frieza's kisses trailed down his body, over his chest and down his stomach - his eyes widened when Frieza reached his abdomen, realizing where Frieza intended to go. However before the emperor continued, he paused and looked up at his partner with a gentle smile, resting his hands upon Frost's thighs.

"May I?" he asked. The criminal hesitated, unable to help feeling a bit nervous. However after a moment of looking at the reassuring expression on Frieza's face, he eventually gave a small nod before spreading his legs apart, though he couldn't do it without trembling. Krusha leaned down and gently kissed the back of his neck, gently rubbing his chest with one of her hands. Frost melted into her touch, letting out a soft sigh. "Don't worry, darling. Frieza knows what he's doing - thanks to me, of course~" she purred with a smirk. The emperor glared up at her with a pout. "Please, I've always been skillful with this."

"Oh? Is that why you had me show you how to do this properly?" the commandant countered, unable to help the mocking tone in her voice. Frieza's face flushed in embarrassment, making Frost smile and chuckle a bit. Frieza looked to Frost with a small huff. "Hmph. You won't be laughing for long, my dear~" Without warning, and opened his mouth and rolled his tongue over Frost's closed cloaca. A surprised gasp escaped the criminal's lips, followed by a soft moan as the emperor repeated the action. Sparks of pleasure ignited within the criminal as Frieza continued to lick his most sensitive area, stroking his thighs wih his hands. He tried to resist from opening up too soon, but it wasn't long before the skin of his cloaca parted. Frieza only appeared more eager when noticing this, staring at his partner's cunt hungrily for a few seconds before putting his mouth over it.

"Gah - F-Frieza!" Frost whimpered. He shut his eyes tight and began to squirm, though Krusha held him in place, her arms still wrapped firmly around his waist. Frieza eagerly ate out his partner, sliding his tongue inside Frost's entrance before suckling and nipping at his sensitive folds. "K-Kami! Mmm...!" Frost wasn't expecting the sudden sensations he felt through his groin. Frieza *was* really good at this. It seemed he was keen on what actions would get the biggest reactions from Frost, figuring out what places were the most sensitive. At a particularly long lick of Frieza's tongue, Frost hurried to cover his mouth with his palm, his cheeks flushed with heat. This certainly felt incredible, but it felt embarrassing to let these sounds escape his from him. Krusha took notice of this, her smile widening before she gently grasped Frost's wrist and pulled his hand away.

"Don't do that, darling. Frieza and I wish to hear those wonderful sounds of yours~" she purred, leaning towards his face and nuzzling his cheek. Frost could hardly answer, panting heavily as he glanced at the woman behind him. "K-Krusha....aahh!" He cried out in delight as Krusha's hand firmly grasped the base of his tail, giving a firm but gentle squeeze. Bolts of pleasure shot up his spine as she began to massage the sensitive limb with care, ever so carefully digging her nails into his skin. "Ohhh, ohhh....mmm!" It was even harder to keep still now, with Frieza ravishing his cloaca while Krusha's hand continued to massage him. He couldn't stop his himself from arching against Krusha's chest. Though both other ice-jin managed to keep him still, with Frieza firmly holding his hips in place, and Krusha keeping her free arm firmly around Frost's waist. The criminal was panting out his moans, his hands unclenching and clenching as he desperately searched for something - anything - to grasp onto. One hand eventually decided to grip the back of Frieza's head, pushing him closer against his crotch, while the other finally found the bedsheets and clutched onto them tightly.

Frost's blissful experience lasted a few moments longer, eyes closed as he focused entirely on the pleasurable sensations. However all too soon, Frieza's mouth was absent from his cloaca, and Krusha had released his tail, making the criminal whine in protest. However he resisted the urge to complain, knowing they were probably far from over. "Goodness my dear, I never imagined you'd taste so *divine*," he paused to overdramatically lick his dark lips, making Frost blush brightly at the sight, "do you feel more relaxed?"

Frost shyly nodded. "Y-Yeah, I am...." He murmured. And it was true, he felt far less nervous than before. In fact, he was quite looking forward to whatever would come next. "So....w-what comes next?" he asked. Both Frieza and Krusha giggled, with the emperor scooting closer to peck Frost on the lips. "Well, ultimately, that's still up to you, darling. But that said....I would *love* to feel what it's like to be inside of you~" Frieza replied, his voice dipping lower. Frost's blush brightened and he bit his lip - the idea of feeling the emperor fill him up did sound exciting. But he hadn't forgotten Krusha's involvement, and shyly looked back at her. "Krusha? What about you?" he asked. "Hmm, yes, darling - was there something you wished for as well?" Frieza added, giving the same curious look to his commandant.

Krusha merely smiled, looking rather content. "I have no preference on the matter. Whatever you two of you wish to do, I'm more than happy to oblige. Although....I suppose it *would* be fun if I got to play with Frost as well." She kissed Frost's cheek and nuzzled him again, making him smile and return the affection. Krusha had meant it when she said she wanted to be closer to Frost, and that included physically as well. She would always get the chance to take Frieza, but she was curious what Frost would feel like - whether she was inside him or he was inside her. Frieza hummed for a moment in thought before he spoke. "Alright, well if Frost allows it, perhaps we can take turns. Would that satisfy you, my dear?"

"Certainly. Frost? What do you think...?" Krusha asked sweetly. Frost looked between both his partners, though he really didn't need to think over the decision much. "I think that'd be alright..." he said. "Very well. And since this is your first time....we'll allow you to choose who goes first." Frieza said. That statement made Frost look at them both surprised. Suddenly he felt a bit nervous - whoever he picked would be the first to have him. To him, that was important, and he couldn't help feeling worried that whoever he picked, the other would feel offended at not being given that honor. However as if she read his thoughts, Krusha was quick to add to that thought. "And there's no need to worry about our feelings, darling - neither of us will be offended by your choice."

"That's right. It won't change how we feel about you." Frieza added. That immediately brought the criminal some reassurance, letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding in. Since that dilemma was pushed aside, it made his choice a lot easier. "....in that case, I-I choose Frieza."

Frieza blinked in surprise before a delighted smile spread across his lips, and Frost smiled back. "I see. Well, I feel honored, my dear~" he crooned, taking Frost's hand and kissing the front of it. The criminal's heart fluttered at the small action, though again he looked back at Krusha, truly hoping she didn't mind. However the pleased smile remained firmly upon her lips. "Go on then, you two - give me a good show~" she said, gently pushing Frost towards Frieza. The criminal squeaked in surprise, though he inhaled sharply when Frieza suddenly wrapped his arms around him, his smile turning into a wicked smirk. "You heard her, Frost - shall we~?"

He didn't wait for a response as he eagerly connected their lips in a heated kiss, causing Frost to moan softly as he wrapped his arms around his neck. Frieza's hands couldn't keep still as they roamed across his partner's body, touching and groping whatever he could grasp, making the criminal whimper against his lips. Krusha watched the scene with delight, scooting away from the headboard so they had room to continue. Frieza didn't hesitate to pin Frost down onto his back, growling into the side of his neck before lavishing the sensitive skin with his lips. Frost moaned into the air, arching his back and holding Frieza closer. "Frieza...." he panted out breathlessly. His breath hitched when feeling the head of Frieza's member brush against his entrance; suddenly everything felt far more real, the realization that this was really going to happen striking him in an instant.

Frost could feel Frieza's hands move to grasp his hips, however he pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a gentle expression returning to his face. "Are you ready, Frost?" he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. Frost swallowed nervously, hesitating a few seconds before he gave a small nod. "Yes....I'm ready."

The emperor nodded and carefully guided himself inside his partner, slipping inside to the hilt. Frost squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering as his nails dug into Frieza's back. The emperor felt bigger than he had expected, stretching out his tight inner walls. Both pleasure and pain quickly overwhelmed him, causing tears to prick at the edge of his eyes. Frieza gave a small frown and cupped Frost's cheek. "Darling? Are you alright? How does it feel?" he asked softly. Krusha gave the same concerned expression, laying on her side and scooting closer. It took a few moments for Frost to form any words between his shaky breaths, but eventually he managed to speak. "I-I'm fine....it's j-just....a-a lot." He leaned his head back against the pillow, slowly calming down as his body adjusted. The emperor leaned down and kissed Frost's cheek, returning his hands to hips. "Don't worry, darling. I'll go slow."

And the white ice-jin did just that, gently pulling his hips back before thrusting back in. Quiet whimpers escaped Frost's hips with each movements, though they quickly changed to pleasured moans as the pain swiftly faded away. Both Krusha and Frieza smiled before the emperor increased his pace. Frost gasped and moaned, pleasure igniting within him every time he felt his partner plunge deep inside of him. This feeling was incredible - he never imagined sex could feel this good! He never bothered with it before since there wasn't a single partner he could trust with his body. Of course that quickly changed when Frieza and Krusha became a part of his life. "Ohhh, ohhh....Frieza...!"

Frieza watched Frost's pleasured expression with immense joy, more than pleased his shy partner was finally relaxed and able to enjoy himself. And of course Frost's body felt *wonderful* as well; his inner walls squeezed around him perfectly, making it all the more difficult to resist ramming into him. However, he was so distracted by Frost, he hadn't noticed Krusha and her mischievous actions - he flinched when feeling something slide along his inner thigh. A quick look behind him confirmed it was her tail slithering closer, getting dangerously close to his own cloacal entrance. He gave her a sharp look, to which Krusha gave an innocent smile. She always liked taking him off guard like that. "I didn't give permission for that, Krusha darling." Despite what he said, his words came out in a playful growl, revealing there was no real anger behind them. Krusha giggled. "My apologies, darling. I merely intended to tease....unless you'd like me to continue~?" That image made Frieza blush unexpectedly, and he couldn't respond right away. Frost peeked an eye open to look at the emperor, curious of his response.

"....hmph, well don't keep me waiting." He looked away from her as he said so, trying to hide his embarrassment by focusing on Frost.

Krusha's smile widened, who genuinely didn't expect Frieza to accept her offer. She happily complied nonetheless however, carefully sliding the tip of her tail inside of him. A quiet moan slipped past Frieza's lips, unconsciously pulling back to have her tail go deeper before thrusting back into Frost. The criminal arched his back and moaned, weakly trying to buck his hips with Frieza's movements. Krusha took the chance to lean down and steal a kiss from Frost before pulling away with an amused smile. "Hehehe, my goodness, you look absolutely charming, darling~" she purred affectionately. She looked back at Frieza with a smirk. "He's just as adorable as you are, Frieza darling~" she stated with a teasing tone. Frieza forced a growl from his throat, trying to suppress the unexpected moan as Krusha's tail went deeper inside him. "S-Shut it!" he grunted, keeping his eyes on Frost. Though even Frost couldn't resist giving a breathy laugh - which was immediately cut off by an obscene moan.

Their rhythm remained fairly simple; Frieza would thrust deeply into Frost before pulling back and pushing himself against Krusha's tail, successfully get pleasure from both ends. Krusha watched both men happily, occassionally kissing Frost on his neck and shoulder. However things quickly escalated when Frieza made a particularly deep thrust inside Frost, perfectly striking his sweet spot. The criminal all but cried out in delight, arching his back. "AHHH! Frieza - right there! Please!" he pleaded. The emperor smirked, giving a breathless chuckle. "Oh? Right here?!" He aimed for that exact spot, making Frost cry out once more. He put all his attention to Frost in that moment, wrapping his arms around his partner and holding him close as he mercilessly abused that spot, moving at a brutal pace. Krusha began to take a bit more intiative as well, properly thrusting her tail in and out at the same rhythm of Frieza's thrusts. He shouted out a curse when she found his sweet spot as well, and angled her tail to hit that spot every time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck....oh Kami, Frieza!" Frost whined, holding onto him for dear life. Frieza's panting got heavier by the moment, pressing their foreheads together. "Frost....ohhh...." he groaned. The two of them shared a feverish kiss, moaning into each other's mouths. It was unsurprising that they were both getting close to their climax. Though Krusha looked at Frieza curiously, wondering if he would finish on both ends. "F-Frieza, I can't....I'm gonna cum...!" Frost whimpered. Both their tails intertwined with one another, holding each other in a constricting grip and thrashing onto the mattress. It wasn't long till Frost came undone first, throwing his head back and screaming in pleasure. Frieza squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by Frost's inner walls squeezing so tightly around his member, and another perfect thrust of Krusha's tail - he tumbled over the edge seconds after Frost did, giving his own cry of ecstacy. His own inner walls squeezed around Krusha's tail while he split his seed inside the criminal.

Krusha reveled in the orgasmic expression on both her partner's faces, more than content with this outcome. They were both trapped in the high of the climax for a good minute before exhaustion took over both of them. Frieza all but collapsed on top of Frost, panting hard as Krusha slipped her tail out of him. Frost was rather breathless as well, still holding the emperor in a snug embrace. "Oh my, that certainly was quite the show~" Krusha purred with a grin. Frieza gave her a weak glare. "Silence...." he panted out. The commandant merely chuckled. "There now, none of that," she gave a small kiss to Frieza before looking down at Frost, "are you alright, Frost darling?"

A tired smile etched itsef onto Frost's face as he nodded. "Yeah....I'm wonderful."

"Good." she gave him a kiss as well before sitting up. "Do you wish to continue? Or are you too exhausted to keep going?" she asked. Frost immediately perked up. "W-We can keep going." It had only just dawned on him that Krusha hadn't gotten any proper attention this entire time, and she had been waiting so patiently for her turn. He didn't want to stop like this - not until Krusha got something as well. "Alright then - Frieza darling? What about you?" she asked. Frieza took a moment to catch his breath before he sat up, pulling himself out of Frost, earning a soft moan from the criminal. "I believe I shall be content watching you two this time - I have no doubt you two shall entertain me~" he stated with a smirk. Though in truth, he *would* have joined them if he wasn't utterly spent. It wasn't often he climaxed in such a way, and it was rather draining.

"Very well. Frost...." Krusha smiled deviously as she laid down on her back, curling her finger and gesturing for Frost to come closer. The criminal blushed before shyly crawling towards her. She guided him so that he was straddling her lap before pulling him down for a eager kiss, caressing his face with both hands. Frost all but melted into her touch, letting their lips mold together in sync. Frieza scoot a bit closer, watching his partners make out for a moment before his gaze wandered lower. Krusha's cloaca was beginning to open up, while Frost's entrance was still open and dripping with Frieza's seed - the sight caused Frieza to unconsciously lick his lips. Krusha and Frost kissed a few moments longer before they broke away, cheeks flushed and panting softly. "Now then, tell me darling....do you wish to have me? Or shall I have you?"

It took a few seconds for Frost's hazy mind to process the question before his eyes widened, not expecting to have this choice. He had assumed she wanted to take him from the beginning, though it didn't appear as if she had a preference. Honestly, Frost wasn't sure he had one either - at least when it came to Krusha. With Frieza, it felt like instinct to just let him take control. But with Krusha, both options sounded appealing. And while he was curious how it'd feel to be inside of her....his cloaca was already aching with the need for more. "I....I think I'd like you to have me." Frost murmured shyly. His shy answer all but charmed Krusha, her sweet smile widening. She pulled him down for another kiss before lowering her hand between her legs and coaxing out her own length, soon becoming erect and ready to be pleased. Frieza blushed when seeing it. Way more often than not, Krusha was the one who would take Frieza during their coupling - something that would normally be humiliating if it was *anyone* else. But if it was Krusha, he more than enjoyed it. Perhaps one of these times he'd allow Frost the same opportunity.

For now though, he watched as Krusha guided Frost's hips until the tip of her member teased his entrance. "Do you think you can ride me, Frost?" Krusha asked, tilting her head. Frost blushed at her request, but otherwise didn't hesitate to nod. "I-I can try...." He'd never done *that* before, but he was willing to at least try it. Frost nervously glanced down before taking a small breath and sliding Krusha's member inside. He panted heavily as he sunk lower and lower - once she was inside entirely he openly moaned to the ceiling. Krusha gave a soft moan of her own, not expecting Frost to feel this tight around her. "Good boy....feel free to move whenever you're ready."

Frost didn't need to be told twice, placing his hands on her chest before lifting his hips and lowering down on her again. More moans of pleasure slipped past his lips as he continued with his movements, managing a steady rhythm of bouncing on her length. The sight was more than arousing for Frieza to watch - the two most attactive ice-jin in the entire multiverse were having sex right before his very eyes, their sounds of pleasure filling up the room. "Ahhh, ohhh....Krusha!" Frost whimpered. His nails dug into the commandant's chest, eyes squeezed shut. Krusha watched him with utter delight, purring as her hands touched his neck and trailed down his chest. "That's wonderful, Frost....ahhh, you're doing so well~" The criminal felt a bit embarrassed for some reason, if only because Krusha was watching him so intently - and so was Frieza. For some reason when he was on top like this, he was far more aware of just how much attention he brought.

He leaned down and hid his face in Krusha's chest, keeping his lips shut to suppress anymore moans. Krusha blinked in surprise before she chuckled, lifting Frost's head so she could look at him. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. I promise." she said, affection lacing her tone. Frost stared at her for a moment, his embarrassment fading away from the soft look in her eyes. He sat up and increased the pace of his bouncing, causing him to pant harder while Krusha moaned. She unconsciously moved her hands to grasp his hips, and began to thrust up into him, making Frost gasp as she hit his sweet spot. "F-Fuck!" he whimpered. His tail moved to coil around her leg, hugging it tightly. Krusha's own tail flickered and curled up, reflecting the pleasure she was feeling.

Frieza was becoming more and more aroused, becoming restless. He still didn't have the energy for another round, but he was getting sick of sitting on the side....

He helped himself to crawl behind Frost, smirking as he grasped the base of his tail and squeezed it, making Frost cry out in delight. "Oh Gods!!" Frieza chuckled at the reaction before lowering his other hand, grasping Krusha's tail next and giving another squeeze, causing her to whimper. "My apologies - I simply couldn't resist any longer." the emperor purred. He happily continued to massage both their tails, keeping constant pressure. Neither of them complained in the slightest, only further encouraged to keep up with their movements. Though at this point they were both starting to reach their end, overwhelmed by the sensations they felt. "Oh Kami....I-I'm close...!" Frost whined. His movements became faster and more impatient, repeatedly plunging Krusha's member deep inside of him. The commandant bit her lip at the increased pace, her nails digging into Frost's hips and rolling her own to enhance the pleasure. "Fuck....Frost, darling...." she panted out.

Frieza smirked, once again squeezing their tails before pulling on them - that caused both of them to cry out in pleasure, finally coming undone. Frost's inner walls clamped down around Krusha's member while Krusha spilled her speed inside the criminal, filling him to the brim. The emperor took immense satisfaction in seeing both his partner's so pleased, moving away from behind them to instead lay on his side. They took a moment longer to ride out their high before Frost slumped forward and fell on Krusha's chest, panting into her neck. The commandant chuckled breathlessly, gently petting the back of Frost's head. "That was wonderful, Frost...." she murmured. The criminal wordlessly nodded in agreement, nuzzling into her. The warmth of her body was just as comforting as Frieza's - he'd never felt as close to her as he did this very moment.

Krusha carefully rolled them both onto their sides, pulling out of Frost, making him shudder from the loss. "You both did incredible, my dears~" Frieza crooned. He rolled Frost onto his back before giving him a soft, loving kiss. Then he sat up on his elbows and gave a kiss to Krusha as well. When he pulled away the three of them smiled at one another before Krusha reached for the blankets, draping it over all three of them. Frost could hardly stay awake as Frieza wrapped an arm around him and hugged him close, then Krusha wrapped arm around both of them and nuzzled her face on the top of Frost's head. "I hope you both enjoyed yourselves. Because I definitely did." she murmured quietly, mindlessly stroking Frieza's cheek. "Rest assured, I most certainly enjoyed this time together," Frieza stated, taking Krusha's hand and kissing it before looking down at Frost, "darling, what about you?"

"That....that was far better than I could've ever imagined." Frost stated. He didn't think he could feel more content than he did this very moment, basking in the body warmth from both his partners. He looked up at both of them before glancing away. "I apologize....for doubting either of you cared about me. I never meant to make either of you feel bad...."

"Don't apologize, darling. You did nothing wrong." Krusha stated. Frieza nodded. "Yes. And please, if you ever begin to think such thoughts again, please tell us....we'll happily remind you how much you mean to us." he replied. Frost's smile widened and he nodded, his eyes slowly starting to slip shut. "I....I love you both...." the words left his mouth without second guessing, his mind drifting off into unconsciousness. Frieza and Krusha smiled at each other before allowing sleep to consume them as well. They both intertwined their tails with Frost's, loosely curling all three limbs close together as they peacefully enjoyed their slumber.

Chapter Text

"Okay, let's see here....I should probably fix this, and maybe this...." Yamcha murmured nervously under his breath as he scampered around the small space of his apartment, making sure everything was in tip top shape. He made sure every photo on the shelves and walls were straight, that every pillow on the couch was fluffed three times, and made sure there wasn't a spec of dirt or dust anywhere. All while his friend, Cell, was on speaker phone, listening to his nervous chitter.

"Dude, when I said he likes a neat space, I didn't mean you had to make it look like a perfect dollhouse or something." Cell stated, rolling his eyes on the other line. Yamcha sighed, slumping onto the couch while snatching his phone. "I know, I know. I just wasn't expecting to have company any time soon....it's been two months since I've had any kind of date brought here." he stated, rubbing his forehead. It had been two months since he and Bulma had that nasty break up, and she moved on with that Saiyan, Vegeta. Ever since they split up, Yamcha hadn't been in any kind of mood to date anyone else, or even leave his apartment unless he had to. So finally, Cell decided to give a small push into the dating scene - by hiring a prostitute to come visit him for a one night stand, and telling him last minute.

"I still can't believe you did this - I mean, did you really have to get a hooker? Isn't that kinda....I dunno, wrong?" Yamcha asked. He'd never actually *hired* anyone for sex before. He didn't think it was wrong for anyone to have that kind of profession, he wasn't one to judge. But he couldn't help feeling guilty for paying someone to do such an intimate, often vulnerable act. It felt too much like taking advantage of them. "Relax, relax, this guy is a personal friend of mine. He's doing this for me as a personal favor, and everything is 100% consentual - there's nothing to worry bout, I promise. Besides, you *need* to get laid." Cell stated matter-of-factly. It took a moment for Yamcha to catch a crucial detail, but when he did he perked up. "Wait, "he"....he's a guy?"

"Yeah. That's not a problem, right? I thought you were bi." the android stated bluntly. "I-I mean yeah, I am. I just....never slept with a guy before." The human leaned back, thinking with a new sort of curiosity. He's never had a male partner before. Sure, he's had a couple crushes here and there, but that's all that ever happened. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea, he just never met the right guy. This would be....interesting. What kind of guy did Cell hire? Would he be a bigger, muscular man? Or maybe someone more slim? He didn't really have a preference, but he really didn't know what to expect. "Don't worry. There's a reason I chose these guys over some random chick - let's just say they're definitely your type. I'm *certain* you'll have a good time." Yamcha could practically hear the amused smirk in Cell was no doubt wearing right now. Yamcha hummed as he listened....then he blinked. Twice.

"....uh, did you say "they"? As in....more than one?"

"....oh, right. Shit, I uh....I forgot to tell you it's more than one guy, didn't I?"

"WHAT?!" Yamcha jolted up from his seat, eyes wide. He was barely prepared for one guest, let alone any more than that! "Look look, it's just two guys! Promise!" Cell tried to say reassuringly, but the human was already standing up on his feet. "Dude, you *seriously* need give me more time to prepare for these things! I mean....I wasn't exactly expecting to have a *three-way* tonight! Especially with two guys!" he stated, struggling to keep his cool. "Are you against the idea or something? Cause I can still cancel this." the android replied. Yamcha grabbed at his face, feeling himself blushing brightly....truth was, it *did* sound appealing. In fact, it could be quite hot. But still, he wasn't at all mentally prepared for this! "That's not....*sigh* that's not what I meant, I just...."

"Just relax. Look, I didn't really have a choice. My friend, he and his partner work together on their jobs. They're a packaged deal - you can't have one without the other." Cell explained. Yamcha nodded, slowly calming down as he toom a deep breath in and out. This was fine, this was totally fine. He just needed to relax. He was probably making a big deal out of nothing. It's just supposed to be a fun night, nothing more. "Now, did you do the stuff I told you to do before they arrive?" Cell asked. Prior to this entire conversation, the android had given Yamcha specific instructions to meet his "guests" requirements. Apparently, they actually gave a damn who they became sexually involved with. "Yeah, yeah I did; I took a shower and got myself clean, and I got the condoms by my bed. I should be all set." Yamcha stated with a firm nod.

"Good - then you're all set for a good time, my friend." Cell stated. Yamcha nodded - then froze when hearing the doorbell ring.

He whipped his head towards the clock on the wall - they were on time, right at nine, just as Cell had told him before. "Holy shit, they're here...." he murmured. "Oh great, then I'll leave ya too it! Don't be nervous, and enjoy yourself! Trust me, you'll thank me for this later - Cell out!" And not a moment too soon, Cell hung up, leaving Yamcha on his own to greet his new guests. The human, staring at his phone for a few more seconds before he heard a knock at the door. "Shit - uh, I'm coming! Just a sec!" Yamcha called out, shoving his phone in his pocket. He was all but nervous and anxious for this entire thing. But it wasn't like he could just turn them away, right? Not when they're doing a personal favor for Cell. He might as well try meeting them, if nothing else. So, after taking a deep breath in and out, Yamcha marched towards the door, firmly grasped the doorknob, and swung it open - and immediately blushed brightly.

Now he could see why Cell knew he'd like them....

....they were both ice-jin (a race he just happens to have an especially strong attraction towards). Not to mention, they were both drop dead, *gorgeous* ice-jin. They were both much shorter than he was, and while their appearance were similar, Yamcha could see the difference. One had beautiful, snow white skin, with a purple bio-gem on top of his head, and dark lips painted into a smile. The other one had light blue skin, a shining sapphire bio-gem on top of his head, and his thin lips formed a more shy smile. Both of them had amazing red eyes, though the white ice-jin's gaze seemed sharper. The rest of their bodies were covered in long, fuzzy overcoats that had long sleeves, though seeing how loosely they hang off them, Yamcha assumed both ice-jin had rather slim figures underneath.

"Hello there~ I presume you're Yamcha, yes?" The white ice-jin had spoken first, his voice smooth like caramel. Yamcha was momentarily speechless, heat flushing towards his cheeks as his face went ablaze with blush. Kami, he'd seen several ice-jin in magazines and on TV before, and even a few passing by in stores and such. But he'd never actually met any ice-jin in person like this. It didn't feel real. "Uh, are you feeling alright, sir?" The blue ice-jin asked, tilting his head and looking at him concerned when Yamcha didn't respond to his partner. The human blinked, snapping out of his thoughts with a headshake before clearing his throat. "S-sorry, sorry! Uh, y-yes! I-I'm Yamcha! Nice to meet you guys!" he immediately blubbered out. Both ice-jin chuckled at his nervous greeting, exchanging charmed smiles before the white ice-jin spoke again.

"I hate to impose, but do you intend to show us inside~?" he purred. "Oh-Oh yeah, of course! Come inside, please." Yamcha hurried to step aside, holding the door open for both ice-jin to enter. As he closed and locked the door behind them, the duo curiously looked around the apartment, though the white ice-jin seemed especially keen, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly. "You have a nice home, Yamcha. It's quite cozy." the blue ice-jin said after a moment, giving a friendly smile towards the human. His partner examined the space a bit longer before he nodded. "Indeed. Rather well kept. Very nice." he stated, speaking as if he was giving proper approval. Yamcha nodded. "Oh uh, g-good. I'm glad you guys like it." he said. Honestly, this was all a bit more nerve-wracking than he realized. He felt as if just saying the wrong thing could somehow offend them - he really felt like he lost his touch a bit.

"Uh, you guys are free to sit down, and I can get us some wine if you're interested?" Yamcha said, managing to speak without stuttering this time. Nervous or not, he wanted to be a good host. Both ice-jin looked at him with surprised looks before smiling. "My goodness, what a kind offer. Rarely any of our other "companions" treat us with such courtesy." the white ice-jin said. "Indeed. I believe we'd both quite enjoy a glass - perhaps red wine, if you have it?" the blue ice-jin added. Both he and his companion sat themselves on the couch while Yamcha hurried into the kitchen for the wine and some glasses. Within a few moments, he returned with a bottle of Merlot and three empty glasses, carefully setting them on the coffee table. "Hopefully this'll be to your guys's liking. It's the nicest wine I have...." Yamcha said as he began unscrewed the cork and filled each glass. "I'm sure it'll do wonderfully, darling." the white ice-jin replied as the human handed them their drinks.

"Do you guys want me to take your coats too?" Honestly, Yamcha was a little surprised they even wore coats, considering it was a pretty warm evening. And his confusion increased when seeing a mischievous smirk spread across the white ice-jin's lips. "Very well. But do treat it with care." He replied smoothly. He set his glass down for a moment and stood up before casually slipping the coat off his shoulders - making Yamcha go wide eyed.

He wasn't prepared for the stunning outfit the white ice-jin was wearing. It composed of a dark purple corset of sorts, with a lighter purple center that had snap on buttons in the form of small purple bows, as well as light purple fingerless gloves that went up to his elbows. He also wore black stockings, which had an attached garter belt around his waist. And to top it off, he wore a small black choker around his neck that had a purple bow on it, as well as a long, lace purple bow around the base of his long, white tail, which contently swayed behind him. Yamcha tried not to peek, but he could barely see the black panties peeking out from under the corset from the corner of his eye, making him blush brightly. The white ice-jin seemed pleased with the human's stunned reaction, innocently tossing him his coat, which Yamcha barely had the conscious thinking to catch it. "Much appreciated, darling," he said before looking to his partner, who seemed a bit more hesitant to remove his coat, "come now, my dear, don't be shy. Give the young man your coat."

The blue ice-jin only hesitated a moment longer before he too stood up and slipped off his coat. His outfit was just as amazing as his partner's, composing of a deep blue crop top, with a strap that hooked around his neck and crossed over his collarbone, creating a boob window over his chest, as well as having a light blue bow right below it. Right below where his stomach was exposed was a light blue skirt, though it barely covered his rear, which would explain how his white panties could be seen without much difficulty. With the coat off, Yamcha could see his legs were actually a dark grey color, though they were mostly covered by the deep blue stockings he wore, and on his hands he wore white, fingerless gloves. The cherry on top was the small, light blue bow on the very tip of his long, grey tail. It had Yamcha blushing even brighter. The blue ice-jin seemed a tad embarrassed, shyly glancing away and covering his stomach with one arm while handing out his coat with the other. "Uh, here...."

Yamcha wordlessly nodded, slowly taking the coat before swallowing nervously. "Holy shit...."

"What was that, dear?" the white ice-jin asked. "N-Nothing! Let me just go hang these up!" Yamcha scrambled out of the room and hurried to his closet, carefully hanging both coats on some hangers and letting his face cool off. Good lord, these ice-jin were SO much hotter than he expected. Kami, he had to be the luckiest person in the world right now. Hopefully he doesn't do anything to screw this up somehow. He tried to taking a calming breath before returning to the living room, where both ice-jin were calmly enjoying their wine. "Uh, I appreciate you guys coming to see me tonight. Um, I don't think I got your names...." Yamcha said, attempting to make a bit of small talk as he sat his nearby loveseat.

"Ah yes, forgive us for the lack of introductions. My name is Frieza, and over here is my partner, Frost." the white ice-jin replied, thoughtlessly placing a hand on his partner's back. Frost seemed to smile at the small gesture, unconsciously leaning into his touch before smiling at Yamcha. "Your friend Cell spoke highly of you. We were quite interested to meet you in person." he added. Yamcha nodded, though he tilted his head slightly when Frieza moved his hand to hold Frost's their fingers intertwining. He even their tails began to slowly curl around each other. He was a bit surprised by how comfortable they seemed to be, acting so affectionate towards each other. Though when pondering on that thought more, he slowly began to wonder....

"So uh, when you guys said you're partners....do you just mean you work together, or...?"

Both ice-jin chuckled. "No, darling. We're very much "involved" if that's what you're asking." Frieza stated.

To prove it, he didn't hesitate to turn Frost's face towards him and give him a brief, loving kiss on the lips, making the blue ice-jin blush unexpectedly. "Oh wow, I-I see. Cool." Yamcha stated. That made much more sense why these two were a "packaged deal" as Cell put it. Honestly, it was kinda cute....and a bit hot. "Yamcha," the human immediately perked up, his full attention on his guests as Frieza spoke up, "if it's alright with you, before either of us get involved with *anything*, there are a few things we wish to go over with you. I imagine you have no issue with this?" he asked. "Uh yeah, of course! No problem. Tell me whatever is on your mind." Yamcha stated without hesitation. No matter who his partner was, Yamcha always put their comfort before anything else. He never wanted to push anyone's boundaries.

"Well, first off, are you familiar with our....unique, anatomy? If not, we're more than happy to "educate" you about it." Frost said, to which Yamcha blushed before shaking his head. "No no, that's okay. I know how uh....ahem, how everything works." he stated, trying not to sound too obvious or awkward. Of course he was aware about their unique bodies - it was part of what attracted him towards ice-jin. Though he had never actually slept with one before, much less two. "That's reassuring to hear - you'd be surprised how many fools claim they know what they're doing, only to either be shocked at what they see, or have no idea where to begin." Frieza stated, unable to help rolling his eyes. "Heh, yeah. I can only imagine how annoying that must be." Yamcha replied. That thought had never crossed him before, but he suppose from an ice-jin's perspective, that would be irritating.

"Indeed. But moving on to other matters, am I to assume you have some means of protection? Because neither of us will participate in anything until it's acquired." Frieza stated, speaking a bit more sternly this time before sipping at his wine. Yamcha instinctively straightened up, nothing the seriousness in Frieza's tone. "Yes, I do. I've got some condoms waiting in my bedroom if you wanna see for yourself." he stated. Frieza's gaze lingered on him a moment longer before he nodded. "There's no need, I'll take your word for it - you appear to be an honest man." he replied. There was a moment of silence before the white ice-jin set his now empty glass on the coffee table before sitting up, crossing one leg over the other.

"Now then, I suppose I should properly explain what to expect - Frost and I are willing to participate in mostly anything you're interested in. However, there are certain lines we won't cross, and we shall let you know of such should they come up. And should you make any attempt to force us to do otherwise, or repeatedly present unacceptable behavior in the bedroom....rest assured, you *will* regret it." Frieza's last few words came out in a low growl, his expression all but firm and intimidating, making Yamcha feel surprisingly intimidated. These guys really didn't let anyone push them around, did they? Frieza certainly gave off the "no funny business" vibe, which was more than a bit scary - but it was also good to see he respected both himself and Frost enough to make things clear. "Y-Yeah, of course! I totally understand - I wouldn't want to do anything that made either of you uncomfortable! Trust me, just tell me if I do anything you don't like, and I'll stop." Yamcha stated firmly.

Frost couldn't resist raising a brow curiously, his smile looking pleased. "Hm. I like this one. He seems rather nice." he stated. Frieza smiled in agreement. "Yes, quite polite too." he added. He couldn't lie, Yamcha did feel like he was being tested somehow, and so far he seemed to be passing. "In any case, it's rather simple - you treat us with the proper respect, and we'll all have a good time~" Frost stated with a soft purr. "Okay, that sounds good. So, when did you, um....you know, want to start - not that I'm trying to rush anything!" Yamcha stated, quickly adding the last part. Both ice-jin blinked before they chuckled. "Well, that's entirely up to you, darling. If you wish, we could begin right away. Most of our other "companions" are usually eager to get right down to it." Frieza replied, with just the faintest hint of disappointment hidden in his tone. "Well, I'm not in any hurry or anything....we could probably enjoy a couple more glasses of wine first? Maybe just chat for a bit?" Yamcha offered. He didn't want to come off as the kind of guy with only one thing in mind - especially since he didn't. He was genuinely curious about these two gorgeous men, and wanted to get to know them a bit, even if it was just a one night stand.

Both ice-jin looked at the human surprised, not expecting such an offer, though neither of them seemed remotely against it. "Very well, if that's what you wish to do, we're happy to oblige." Frost replied as Yamcha refilled their glasses. For a little while, the three of them casually chatted with one another, speaking about matters *other* than just sex. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just a few things here and there, with Yamcha occassionally adding a few compliments towards both ice-jin's appearance. The more they seemed to speak, the more everyone seemed to feel comforable in each other's presence. It didn't take too long for Yamcha to finally regain a bit of his confidence, able to speak casually without worrying about stuttering or feeling awkward. Frieza seemed to ease up significantly, becoming less stern and far more friendly, even flirting with the human a bit. And while Frost initially seemed a bit shy, it didn't take long for him to talk with Yamcha normally, especially with Frieza present.

By the time everyone had their third glass, the atmosphere felt far more light-hearted.

"You say you're a baseball player? That must be a rather entertaining career." Frost stated, taking a sip of his wine afterwards. "Hehe, yeah, it is. It's a lot of work, but it definitely is worth all the pay off!" Yamcha replied confidently. Frieza nodded, his gaze briefly scanning over the human's physique. "Hm. I should've guessed that you were an athlete of sorts, given the rather impressive figure you seem to possess~" he purred. Yamcha blushed at the compliment. He hadn't thought much about his own outfit when Cell told him about these "guests" - he didn't want to overdress, but he also didn't want to look sloppy in any way. So he went with the safe choice of a white t-shirt and black pants, with his long hair tied back into a ponytail. Though honestly, it only just dawned on him how tight fitting this t-shirt seemed to be. "Uh yeah, well, I wouldn't want to be out of shape for a game that requires so much stamina," Yamcha replied, scratching the back of his neck, "so uh, you two are an item, right? How long you guys been together?"

"In about a few months, we'll have been together for four years." Frost replied, making the human blink in surprise. "Wow. That's amazing. I didn't realize you guys were so close." he stated. "Yes well, it seems cupid knew what he was doing when he brought the two of us together." Frieza said. His tail wrapped around Frost's waist as he spoke, prompting him to pull the blue ice-jin a bit closer and kiss his cheek, making Frost giggle a bit. "Frieza, come on, he's right there!" he whined softly, squirming as Frieza nuzzled his cheek. The small action made Yamcha smile happily. It was nice to see they weren't afraid to show their relationship in front of anyone else. He wondered if they still acted like this around their other "companions"....

"....if you don't mind me asking, you guys don't feel bothered doing this kind of....profession, even with your relationship? It doesn't make things more complicated?" he asked. Both the ice-jin paused to look at Yamcha surprised. No one had ever asked them that before - most people didn't care enough to. "Not especially. Sure, it's obviously not "ideal" all the time. But as long as we're both present, and we have each other, that's all that really matters to us." Frost said with a shrug, to which Frieza nodded. "Yes. It's one of the main reasons why when someone hires us for our services, we *always* come together. No exceptions. Though another reason is also so we may protect one another." he explained. The human looked at Frieza a bit surprised. "Protect each other?" he repeated. The white ice-jin gave a disappointed sigh. "Let's just say, not everyone is nearly as respectful as you are...."

Frost couldn't resist an amused chuckle. "Not that we let them get away with it - there was one time Frieza came *this* close to cutting off a poor man's "unmentionables" with a knife, because he wasn't pleased with how he was touching me." he replied. "That man was squeezing your tail too hard, and you know it! He's lucky he let go when he did." Frieza stated matter of factly, speaking without a hint of remorse. Yamcha couldn't help the shudder that went through his body, his face becoming just a tad pale. He'd hate to be the guy to have that happen to him....

"I see. Well trust me, you guys won't have to worry about any of that with me. In fact, I wanted to ask," Yamcha set his glass down onto the coffee table, leaning forward a bit and looking right at his guests, "I know you said you'd probably be up to mostly anything I suggest. But, I wanted to know if you had any....I dunno, preferences? Stuff you do like, or don't like? Cause honestly, I've never been with an ice-jin before - or even more than one person. And I just wanted to know ahead of time so I don't make either of you feel uncomfortable, or hurt you, or....you know, feel like you have to cut my dick off...." he added the last part a bit sheepishly, giving a nervous chuckle. Once again, both ice-jin looked to Yamcha surprised, perhaps even shocked. As if they had never been asked such a thing before - honestly, it probably wasn't too unlikely that their thoughts were rarely taken into consideration.

"I must say, you're inquiry is rather unexpected....and appreciated. Hardly anyone takes the time to ask us what we approve of." Frieza stated. Frost seemed a little hesitant to speak, but eventually gathered the courage to clear his throat and speak his mind. "Well, I-I suppose since you're asking....I don't enjoy any sort of pain. There are a few individuals out there who might like being given especially rough treatment, but I am not one of them. I'm also not especially comfortable with any sort of bondage or BDSM....unless it's with Frieza." He explained, saying the last part quietly. Yamcha nodded. He could definitely understand that - that sort of stuff you don't really do with just random strangers, you do with someone you trust. And considering he's been with Frieza for awhile now, it seemed natural that he trusted him. "Okay, that's fine. That's good to know. Um, what about you, Frieza?" Yamcha asked.

Frieza leaned back in the couch a bit, taking a moment to think before he shrugged. "There is little I won't agree to. I suppose I don't particularly enjoy "petplay", but that's because I simply find it boring. And more often than not, I enjoy being the one being the one in control of the scene - but depending on the individual, I don't mind giving someone else a bit of power. You, especially....you seem like the ideal type of man to take the reigns if you wanted to." he replied. Frost gave a small nod in agreement, making Yamcha blush. Honestly, he wasn't expecting to hear such a response, but he was glad these were things he could keep in mind. "Okay, sounds good. Um....what about "roles"? Is there anything I should know about that...?"

"Well, between Frieza and I specifically, usually I am the....ahem, "recipient", so to speak. But that's almost always the case with our other "companions" as well." Frost explained, blushing a bit in embarrassment as he did. "I tend to switch between roles, depending on who the other companion is. I don't have a particular preference in that sense, but with Frost specifically, as he said....I usually prefer to be the one on "top"." Frieza added. Yamcha nodded, trying to think if there was anything else he wanted to ask. But when nothing came to mind, Frieza smiled and slowly stood up. "Though perhaps, now would be the time to show you, rather than just explain?" he offered with a smirk. The human perked up, face flushing with heat as Frost stood up as well, hugging Frieza's arm. "Indeed. I imagine you have a bedroom you could show us to? Unless you'd prefer a different setting? Perhaps the shower, or the couch...?" he added. "Or perhaps an office - a cliche fantasy that quite a few other individuals seem to enjoy...." Frieza stated with a roll of his eyes.

Yamcha cleared his throat before standing up, straightening his shirt even though he didn't need to. "I-I think the bedroom would be best. It'd definitely be the most comfortable. Uh, just follow me this way." he said, walking past them and leading them down the hallway. Both ice-jin looked to each other with curious smiles. Yamcha had pleasantly surprised them multiple times this evening so far, and they both couldn't help wondering how he'd be like in bed. Yamcha, meanwhile, felt his nerves reviving with the realization that this was actually going to happen - that he was actually going to have a three-way with two of the hottest ice-jin he had ever seen! It felt all too much like a dream come true, but he wanted to remain focused, so he didn't somehow screw this up.

So once they reached the bedroom door, Yamcha took a deep breath before grasping the doorknob and opening the door. "After you~"

Chapter Text

Yamcha stepped aside as the two ice-jin walked past him, stepping into the bedroom and looking around. It wasn't particularly fancy or anything, but it did seem to have a nice bed - freshly made at that, covered in clean blankets. The ideal setting for special, intimate activities to take place. "Well, this is rather cozy," Frieza said before looking back at Yamcha, his lips curling into a smile, "shall we make ourselves comfortable on the bed?" The human blushed a bit, but was able to return the smile and nodded. "Definitely....uh, go ahead." he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Both ice-jin exchanged looks before walking towards the bed, crawling onto the center of the mattress before once again looking back Yamcha expectantly. "Well? Do you intend to join us?" Frost offered. "Or perhaps you wish to be rid of those garments first?" Frieza added.

The human was briefly stunned, realizing he would in fact be naked in front of these two....and while he usually had high reflections on his looks, he only hoped these two would think the same thing. He didn't let those thoughts linger for long as he peeked off his shirt and tossed it aside. His confidence began to grow when seeing the ice-jin's smiles widen, eyeing him with interest as he took off his pants next. "My goodness, you're certainly a handsome man, aren't you?" Frieza purred, his tail curling contently in the air behind him. "Heh, I'm glad you think so - but believe me when I say you two are far more gorgeous than any other man I've seen." Yamcha stated. Both ice-jin blushed unexpectedly from the compliment, exchanging surprised looks. "Such a flatterer~" Frost crooned with a shy side glance. The human soon felt comfortable enough to drop his boxers - both Frieza and Frost couldn't help staring with wide eyes.

"Oh my - I should've guessed you were a big boy~" the white ice-jin stated with a soft chuckle. Now it was Yamcha's turn to blush, his smile becoming slightly nervous as he approached the bed and joined his companions on the mattress. "So, uh....how do you guys wanna start?"

"That's entirely up to you, darling. Perhaps you've forgotten we came here to please *you*~" Frieza purred. As he spoke, he slowly brought his tail towards Yamcha's face, gently using the tip to lightly grip his chin. The human felt a shiver go down his spine as the strong limb slowly traced down the side of his neck and down his chest. "He's quite right, Yamcha. If there is something you have in mind, feel free to tell us." Frost added sweetly. Yamcha could hardly think of what to say with the way both ice-jin stared at him expectantly; Frost's gaze was softer, perhaps even a bit shy with the way he occassionally glanced away, while Frieza held a sharper, more predatory look in his eyes. Both were a major turn on. Yamcha tried not to become too distracted and think about what he actually wanted - but it wasn't easy when he had more than one idea in mind. Eventually he had to finally say the next idea that popped into his head.

"Uh well, maybe....you think you guys could make out a bit, while I watch?"

Frieza and Frost blinked, surprised by the suggestion, even if it was rather tame. The idea of Yamcha watching them kiss made Frost blush a bit in embarrassment, but Frieza seemed delighted by the suggestion. "Hmm, well darling, shall we give our friend here a little show~?" the white ice-jin crooned to his partner, a mischievous smirk curling on his dark lips. Frost hesitated slightly, shyly looking to Yamcha and then to Frieza before giving a small nod. He allowed his partner wrapping his arms around him and pull him closer, then Frieza lifted a hand to gently grasp Frost's chin before capturing his lips in a kiss. It started off soft at first, their lips slowly molding together in sync while Frost rested his hands upon Frieza's shoulders. Though after a moment, Frieza moved his hand to slide to the back of Frost's head, deepening the kiss with a purr. A soft whimper escaped from the blue ice-jin, his nail slightly digging into his partner's shoulders.

Yamcha couldn't staring in awe, feeling his dick harden from the arousing sight. He'd seen plenty of videos and dirty movies of ice-jin being together, but it was an entirely different experience to see two of them together like this in person, especially when it was two men as attractive as these two. He watched intently as they briefly broke the kiss for a few seconds, only for Frieza to eagerly reconnect their lips, his hold on Frost tightening. It wasn't hard to see that between the two of them, Frieza was most certainly the dominant one, gleefully kissing and touching Frost however he pleased, not that Frost tried to stop him in the slightest. In fact, Yamcha swore he could see the blue ice-jin slowly becoming limp in his partner's hold, as if allowing his partner to take control. Eventually Frieza finally did break away from the kiss, only to dive for Frost's neck while Frost panted softly into the air.

"F-Frieza...." he murmured softly. He moaned when feeling Frieza's tongue trail up his neck, and a dark chuckle rumbled from his throat. "You always make the most adorable noises, my dear Frost~" He purred. He moved both hands to rest upon Frost's lower back before gently latching his lips onto his neck. The blue ice-jin gave another soft moan, trembling as a small burst of pleasure erupted against the sensitive skin. "Frieza, he's still watching..." he whined, giving a brief side glance towards Yamcha, though that only earned another chuckle from his partner. "Then let him watch, darling....don't you want to show him how precious you are like this~?" he replied. Frieza slid his hands downwards, sliding them under Frost's skirt and firmly grasping onto his ass with a soft squeeze. The blue ice-jin couldn't help squeaking in surprise, his tail shuddering at the action. Yamcha took the entire scene in, his cock throbbing with excitement now. "Holy shit, there's no way this is real...."

The white ice-jin heard the human's murmuring, finally pulling back a bit to give a smile, making Yamcha blush. He hadn't even realized he said that out loud. "Oh my, do forgive us, Yamcha. Here we are, getting a bit carried away, leaving *you* entirely neglected...." He gave Frost a kiss on the cheek before turning to face Yamcha and slowly crawling towards him. The human found himself stuck in place as Frieza sat up on his knees, grabbed his face with both hands, and pulled him in for a heated kiss. It took a few seconds for the human to process what was happening before he finally returned Frieza's affection, cupping his cheek and deepening their kiss. While they briefly made out, Frost crawled towards Yamcha's other side, sitting up on his own knees and kissing his shoulder. The second the white ice-jin broke away from the kiss, Frost turned Yamcha's face towards him and kissed him next. This time Yamcha didn't hesitate to kiss back, humming contently as he got lost in the moment. He could've sworn he had died and went to heaven.

When Frost pulled away he blinked in surprise, lightly touching his lips. "Wow....you're a good kisser, Yamcha." he said. Frieza chuckled. "Indeed, he is. A rather pleasant surprise." he added. Yamcha gave a small chuckle. "Uh, thanks. Hehe, I guess not many of your other...."friends" are great kissers?"

"You'd be surprised how often our "companions" lack the proper skill in *several* bedroom aspects," Frieza stated with a bored eyeroll before smiling at the human, "but enough about that. Tell us, what do you wish to do next? Certainly you have other ideas in mind?" Oh they had no idea the scenarios Yamcha had already thought of in his head. He only had problem choosing because he wanted to make sure whatever they did, both Frieza and Frost would enjoy. He thought for a few moments before clearing his throat. "W-Well, I don't suppose you guys are into....oral stuff, are ya?" he asked. Frost blushed a bit, and Frieza's smirk widened, although neither of them looked surprised. "We don't have a problem with that. I'm assuming you want one of us to perform felatio? Or perhaps both of us...?" Frost asked with a small smile. The look on Yamcha's face showed he'd been read like a book. "Hehe, well I mean, yeah - I figured Frieza could do that if he wanted. But also, I was thinking that while he did that....maybe I could try pleasing you?"

That made Frost's eyes widen, his blush becoming brighter. Frieza seemed all but intrigued though, letting out a small hum while tilting his head curiously. "Oh? Now that's an interesting proposal - Frost? What do you think?" he asked. The blue ice-jin averted his gaze to his lap, seeming hesitant to speak for a few moments. "I mean, if you're not comfortable with that, we don't have to...." Yamcha began to say, but Frost quickly shook his head. "No, no, I-I it's fine. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all....we can try it." he stated. That response made the human smile and nod.

"Well, if that's how we're going to proceed, we'll need to be in better position," Frieza placed a hand upon Yamcha's chest and gently pushed him back, having him lay flat on his back, then looked back at his partner, "come over here, darling~" He crooned. Frost obeyed, quietly crawling towards the white ice-jin. He glanced away as Frieza reached around and removed the skirt. "It'll be abundantly easier for Yamcha to please you without this in the way." Frieza stated, tossing the skirt aside. The blue ice-jin nodded, though now he felt embarrassed white panties were completely visible. Yamcha reached his arms out, offering to help Frost settle into position, however the blue ice-jin seemed hesitant to move, his flushed expression showing embarrassment as he looked away. "Hm? Frost, are you alright?" Yamcha asked, briefly looking at him concerned.

"Don't worry, darling. Frost is just a rather shy person when doing such activities, even with me. It takes him a moment to feel comfortable." Frieza explained, looking to Frost with a sweet smile. The blue ice-jin couldn't help letting out a sigh as his partner rubbed his back. "My apologies, I can't seem to help it. I always feel rather embarrassed in these scenarios....especially with what you wish to do." he admitted. Yamcha blinked, briefly caught in surprise before smiling. Honestly, he felt a little relieved he wasn't the only one nervous about this. In fact, he thought the shy look on Frost's face was absolutely adorable. "Well, that's okay. I get it. But there's no need for someone as cute as you to be embarrassed. Trust me." Yamcha stated matter of factly. Frost looked at the human surprised, his heart unexpectedly fluttering at the way he looked at him - appearing so friendly and inviting, while his dark eyes looked at him in adoration. It made him blush a bit brighter, though he did feel his embarrassment dampen.

Frieza smiled as Frost finally crawled closer to Yamcha's head, hesitating only a few seconds before slipping his panties off. The human smiled before reaching out and gently grasping Frost's waist, helping him into position. He helped him to carefully sit over his face, facing towards Yamcha's chest and each leg resting on the side of his head. "This alright with you?" Yamcha asked one more time, his tone affectionate. Frost glanced to the side, but gave a small nod. "Y-Yes, it is...." he murmured. "Okay. Then just come a little lower...." Yamcha lowered his hands to Frost's hips, gently lowering him closer. The blue ice-jin bite his lip, feeling his groin tingle in anticipation....then a small moan escaped him when feeling Yamcha's tongue roll over his closed cloaca.

"Ohhh...." His eyes naturally slipped shut, whimpering quietly as Yamcha continued, gleefully licking and kissing the sensitive area. Frieza watched them for a moment, thoroughly enjoying the embarrassed pleasure on Frost's face, seeing how he tried to keep his moans quiet and muffled. Though he hadn't forgotten his part in their fun; so he slowly crawled back until he was at Yamcha's crotch level, eyeing his erect member with a hum. His smirk became more devious as he reached a hand out and curled his fingers around the sensitive organ, giving it a few teasing strokes - he chuckled when hearing Yamcha's breath hitch. "Oh fuck...." the human murmured under his breath. It wasn't long till he felt a warm, wet tongue trail up the underside of his cock, before Frieza took the appendage into his mouth.

Yamcha couldn't resist the small moaned around Frost's crotch, causing Frost to gasp as he felt the vibrations around him. "K-Kami...!" He'd been trying to resist opening up, but that was the final straw for the skin of his cloaca to part, revealing himself to the human beneath him. The moment he was exposed, Yamcha seem to become more eager, diving his tongue inside and happily eating his partner out. Frost whined loudly, raising a hand to bite at his fingers. "A-Ahhh! Oh gods!" He was panting heavily from the pleasure he felt, as if sparks were igniting within him. Frieza all but enjoyed the view, gleefully sucking off the human, taking the time to wrap his tongue around the tip before bobbing his head lower. Yamcha's hips instinctively jolted upwards, and he groaned as his attention on Frost became more ravishing. The blue ice-jin could hardly process it as his mind became increasingly foggy. "F-Fuck...!" he whimpered.

The white ice-jin chuckled at the sight, briefly pulling his mouth off Yamcha before smiling up at Frost. "Frost, you simply look exquisite like that. Does it feel good~?" he purred. Frost could hardly answer, his body trembling from the sensations. "F-Frieza....ahhh, Y-Yamcha, slow down....Kami, you - ahhhh!" He whined unexpectedly when feeling Yamcha's tongue tease his first opening, where his member remained hidden. "N-Not there! That's....ohhh!" There was no resisting as Frost's member slowly came out of hiding, causing the blue ice-jin to whimper into the air. Frieza raised a brow curiously as he resumed his work, watching as Yamcha reached a hand out and lightly traced a finger along Frost's shaft. "May I...?" he asked huskily. Frost bit his lip, too embarrassed to speak, though he grasped Yamcha's hand and positioned it to grasp his member, letting Yamcha know he had permission to touch it. Almost immediately the human began to dutifully pump the sensitive organ, while his mouth still ravaged his cunt hungrily.

"Ahhhh! K-Kami, Yamcha!" Frost cried. He finally couldn't hold his moans back, letting them fill up the room with little shame. Frieza felt encouraged to double his own efforts, increasing the pace of his bobbing, his hands clutching onto Yamcha's thighs. It was difficult for the human to not become distracted by the incredible feeling of the white ice-jin's mouth, especially when he knew he would cum sooner than he expected, but he was determined to make Frost come undone before he did. And by the sounds of his moans increasing in volume and pitch, it seemed like he would any moment now. "Yamcha, please! Ahhh! I-If you don't stop, y-you're gonna...fuck, you're gonna make me...!" Frost whimpered. His hands kept clenching and unclenching, desperate for something to grasp onto. Eventually the blue ice-jin finally settled on using them to cover his face, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh Gods, I'm gonna....aaaAAAHHHH!!" A loud cry of pleasure finally escaped his lips as he came undone, shuddering violently. Yamcha happily continued to lick at Frost's content, licking up as much of his essence as he could, while he felt his warm seed spill onto his hand and chest. Almost immediately afterwards, Frieza felt Yamcha's member twitch before feeling his seed split into his mouth, of which he swallowed as much as he could with little issue.

Frieza sucked off the human a moment longer, helping him ride out his high before finally pulling his mouth away. Seconds later, Frost quite literally collapsed onto his side, panting heavily as he sunk into the mattress. Yamcha took his chance to catch his breath as well, wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth before letting out a heavy, content sigh. "Holy shit....that was....really good," he sat up on his elbows to look down at Frieza, giving him a tired smile, "you are *really* good with your mouth." The white ice-jin chuckled at the compliment, as if his skill was obvious. "But of course. I should hope I know how to please a man. However, judging by Frost's current state, it seems I'm not the only one with a skilled tongue and mouth." He glanced over at his partner, who was still struggling to catch his breath for a few moments. The white ice-jin smiled as he scooted closer to him, reaching out and stroking his flushed cheek with the back of his hand. "Did that feel good, darling?" he asked.

Frost managed to peek his eyes open, looking up at Frieza before giving a small nod. "Y-Yes, it did," he slowly sat himself back up, shyly looking back at Yamcha, "um, thank you, Yamcha...." he murmured. The human grinned, sitting himself up as well, using the blanket beneath him to clean Frost's seed off his hand and chest. "No need to thank me. I enjoyed it too - but if you're both still up for it, I did have something else planned." he replied. Both ice-jin perked up, exchanging curious looks before Frieza raised a brow at Yamcha. "Oh? And what shall we do next, hm? I had assumed you'd want to enjoy taking one of us." he explained. Yamcha blushed at once again being busted and gave a small chuckle. "Well, that's true. But actually....first I wanted to see *you* top Frost. If you're both okay with that, of course." he said.

Frost's face immediately became as red as a cherry, not expecting such a suggestion in the slightest. Frieza seemed rather shocked as well, but far from unhappy at the idea. "Really? Well then....Frost? Shall we show him how it's done~?" The white ice-jin turned his seductive gaze towards his partner, his voice lowering into a sweet purr. Frost shyly glanced at Frieza as he slowly crawled towards him on all fours, causing him to instinctively lean back, though certainly not out of fear. "....o-okay." he murmured.

The white ice-jin gave a low growl, placing a hand upon Frost's chest and gently pushing him down, laying him down where Yamcha was moments ago. The human smiled as he watched, enjoying the contrast of Frost's nervous, shy expression and Frieza's mischievous grin. Their eyes remained locked in an intense gaze as Frieza slowly slid his hands down his own waist and under his corset, linking his fingers under the hem of his panties and pulling them down. He made a conscious effort to move them slowly off and over his rear and tail, knowing he was putting on a show for both Frost and Yamcha to enjoy. Once the panties were off entirely, he cast them aside before lowering a hand between his legs, coaxing out his member with no issue. It wasn't quite as long or thick as the human's (and it was far from the biggest both Frieza and Frost ever had) but he was big for an ice-jin. Besides, he knew size wasn't the important thing to Frost - as long as it was *Frieza* that took him, that's what he enjoyed most.

The blue ice-jin was trembling with anticipation as Frieza spread his dark thighs apart and lined himself up, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Are you ready, dear~?" He asked, tail curling behind him. Frost bit his lip and nodded. He squeezed his eyes shut as Frieza slowly slid into him, burying himself to the hilt. Frost whimpered quietly at the feeling of being stretched out. "K-Kami, Frieza...!" he whined. The white ice-jin purred upon hearing his name, slowly pulling back before thrusting back in, starting at a gentle pace, just as Frost enjoyed. Yamcha's eyes widened as he watched the scene before him. He tried to watch both Frieza and Frost's expressions of pleasure, but his eyes couldn't help looking down between their legs, where their sexes were joined. Frieza's pace almost seemed torturous, pulling out till only the tip remained before he thrusted back in, earning soft moans of pleasure from the ice-jin beneath him.

"Ahhh, ahhh....F-Frieza, ohhh...!" Frost moaned. Frieza's smirk widened, humming contently as he continued his leisurely pace. He would never get over how warm and tight his partner felt around him, bringing a sensation he rarely got to enjoy with others. "That's it, darling....let me hear more." He said. As he said so he leaned forward, almost laying on top of Frost before increasing the pace of his thrusts. Frost whined into the air, leaning his head back. "Ahhh! Frieza....Frieza!" he moaned. The white ice-jin chuckled at the sound, leaning towards his partner's neck to kiss the sensitive skin. It seemed the duo almost completely forgot about Yamcha, so caught up with each other they blocked out everything else around them - though admittedly, that's what Yamcha found so hot about this scene. But it soon became harder to ignore his own erection. While the two continued their coupling, Yamcha, looked to his nightstand and snatched the box of condoms he left there - he hadn't forgotten Frieza's rule about protection, and he'd respect that. He hurried to slip a condom on before crawling behind Frieza, placing a hand on his tail to show where he was.

"Mind if I join...?" Frieza only paused enough to look back at Yamcha curiously, though he smiled when seeing his throbbing member. "Ahh, so that's what you were planning. Very well," he lifted his tail higher, giving access to his own open cloaca, "don't keep me waiting~"

Yamcha smiled before crawling closer and sitting up on his knees, grasping onto Frieza's hips. Frost peeked his eyes open to watch curiously, though he couldn't see Yamcha very well from his current position - but he did have the perfect view of Frieza's expression as Yamcha entered him. He bit his lip to muffle the moan trying to escape his lips, his hands grasping at the sheets beside Frost's head. "Does he feel good, Frieza?" he asked breathlessly, reaching his hands up to cup his cheeks. Frieza smiled down at his partner and nodded. "He does - though we've only just begun," he looked over his shoulder to look at the human, who was already panting from feeling how tight the white ice-jin was, "oh my, are you already worn out, darling?" He said, unable to help the teasing tone. However he was surprised to receive a confident smirk on Yamcha's face.

"Oh not even close. You might wanna hold on tight - both of you." Both ice-jin blinked in surprise, but before either could ask what he meant, Yamcha pulled his hips back before ramming back inside, in turn thrusting Frieza deeply into Frost. The couple cried out in delight, with Frieza practically falling on top of Frost and laying on top of him. They both had no choice but to moan and whimper as Yamcha continued, eagerly setting a brutal pace with his thrusts. Yamcha watched the two men beneath him as he moved, his gaze glued to their expressions. Both of them had their eyes squeezed shut, mouths gaped open as they cried out. Frost was just barely louder than Frieza, his sounds of pleasure carrying a higher, more desperate pitch. The white ice-jin's hands were clutching onto the sheets for dear life, while Frost had wrapped his arms around Frieza's neck and held him as tightly as he could.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! F-Fuck, Frieza....Y-Yamcha...!" Frost cried. His tail moved to coil around one of Frieza's legs and squeezed. Frieza's tail did a similar action, wrapping around Yamcha's torso and pulling him closer with every thrust. "B-By the Gods! Y-Yamcha....ohhh, Frost...!" he moaned. Their bodies rocked together with every powerful thrust, causing the sensations to shoot through their bodies and cloud their minds with sheer bliss. Yamcha felt his jaw clench, groaning as he gave an especially powerful thrust that made both ice-jin cry out. "Oh Kami! Frieza!" Frost whimpered. Frieza gave a soft growl, pressing their foreheads together and capturing Frost's lips in a heated kiss. As their moans were briefly muffled, Yamcha reached out and grasped the base of Frieza's tail, pulling against it with every thrust. He all but moaned in ecstacy, his hips stuttering forward into a sharp thrust that made Frost whine. "F-Fuck, I....i-it's too m-much...!" Frost could already feel his climax tumbling towards him, causing an unbearable tightness in his abdomen.

Frieza looked down at his partner, giving at small. "T-That's it, Frost....ohhh, c-cum for me! I know you can...!" he panted out in a shaky voice. The blue ice-jin whined into the air, his nails digging into Frieza's corset and into his back. "G-Gods, just a little m-more....I-I'm almost...!" The thread finally snapped, and Frost screamed in delight as he came, his vision turning white. Frieza grunted as he did, the overwhelming feeling of Frost's inner walls squeezing around him AND Yamcha pounding into him from behind was making him feel dizzy from the combined pleasure. "F-Fuck, Frost...!" he groaned. Yamcha smiled when hearing and seeing Frost, helping move Frieza's hips so he could ride out his high. Though the moment he noticed him come down from cloud nine he pulled Frieza away and pulled him up so he was sitting on his knees, catching the white ice-jin off guard.

"W-What in - AHHH!" Frieza had little time to question him as Yamcha swiftly wrapped an arm around him and thrust up into him, holding him close and aiming for his sweet spot. The white ice-jin didn't bother complaining, grasping onto Yamcha's arms as he was pounded into. "Y-Yamcha! Kami, Yamcha....don't stop!" he pleaded. The human smirked before lowering his mouth to gently bite at Frieza's neck. "I wouldn't dream of it, babe." he stated. Frost watched the two of them with a tired smile, slowly but surely recuperating. It was always fun to see Frieza come undone like this, whimpering and moaning just as he made him do moments ago, even if it was because of someone else. In fact, it was usually someone else who made Frieza like this, since they both enjoyed it more when Frieza took complete control with Frost.

The blue ice-jin eventually sat up and crawled a bit closer towards the other two. Frieza hardly noticed Frost sitting up on his own knees and leaning closer - though he was definitely more aware when Frost grasped his member and starting stroking it furiously. "Frost! Gods, that's...!" the white ice-jin couldn't even finish that statement as a moan escaped him. Though Frost's smile widened, gleefully watching his partner's pleasured expression. "Come on, sweetheart~ It's your turn~" he purred softly. Yamcha nodded, gently biting Frieza's ear. "He's right, I can feel you tightening....I know you're close." he stated. It was true, Frieza could feel that familiar feeling pooling in his groin, borderlining on becoming unbearable. He needed to cum! He needed to finish right now! He was so close...!

"Kami, I-I....oooOOOHHHH!!!" A loud moan of ecstacy escaped him as he finally came, both squeezing around Yamcha's cock while spilling into Frost's hand. Yamcha grunted at the feeling, muttering a curse under his breath before groaning, spilling into the condom. Frost watched happily as both men became enraptured by their orgasm, both of them shuddering and gasping for breath. Though after another moment longer, Yamcha finally pulled out of the white ice-jin, who would collapsed onto the bed had Frost not caught him. "I've got you, Frieza...." he murmured sweetly.

He carefully sat back down onto the mattress, laying Frieza onto his lap. The white ice-jin panted softly as he relaxed, enjoying Frost's gentle touch when feeling his hand pet his head. Yamcha meanwhile leaned and fell onto his back with a soft thud, panting much harder. He could already feel his muscles aching from the intense exercise that just happened. Though he was glad at least both ice-jin seemed to enjoy themselves. He took a quick glance at both of them. He smiled when seeing them both staring at each other lovingly, happy and content smiles on their faces. Even now, they seemed so intently focused on each other. Despite the kind of work they did, it was clear they were truly in love, and only had eyes for each other. Maybe he lost that same thing with Bulma, but that was okay....he'd find love like that someday. For now, he was just pleased they allowed him into their inner circle for the evening.

He tried not to be too noticeable as he got off the bed and slipped into the bathroom, which seemed to work as the couple remained focused on each other. Eventually Frieza finally sat up, letting out a sigh. "Goodness, that was quite intense....did you enjoy it, darling?" he asked. Frost didn't hesitate to nod. "I did. You felt wonderful, as always. But I must admit, Yamcha was better than I had expected - in more ways than one." he stated. The white ice-jin nodded in agreement. "Yes. He was, wasn't he?" It wasn't just Yamcha's skills in bed that surprised them both - which was definitely incredible to experience - but also Yamcha's behavior towards them was rather refreshing. His friendly attitude, his respect towards their consent and comfort, his boost in confidence once he got into the mood, all characteristics that didn't come easy to find in several of their other "companions". It was a wonder how this human was still single - had he not already pledged his love and devotion to Frost, he would've tried at dating Yamcha in a heartbeat.

He was certainly glad Cell recommended him.

"Yamcha, darling, I assume you enjoyed yourself...?" Frieza trailed off when noticing Yamcha's absence however. Both ice-jin blinked, glancing around the room before sharing puzzled expressions. "Where did he go?" Frost asked. "Hm, I'm not sure...."

They both perked up when hearing running water coming from the bathroom. Yamcha stepped out with a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hehe, sorry. I just figured you two would want a bath to relax so we can clean up. I don't suppose that's alright?" he asked. Both ice-jin smiled, charmed by the kind gesture. "Yamcha, you're very sweet, but you don't have to go that far...." Frost started to say, but Yamcha shook his head. "I know, but I want to. Besides, it's kinda my fault we're all a mess. Might as well clean us up too." he stated. Frieza chuckled. This human continued to surprise them. "Well, I suppose if you insist - oh my!" Both he and Frost giggled as Yamcha slid an arm under each of them and lifted them both onto each arm, carrying them towards the bathroom. "Goodness, aren't you the strong one~" Frost crooned. "Hehe, it's nothing special, really." Yamcha tried to insist with a small blush. His face blushed brighter as each ice-jin placed a kiss upon his cheeks, making him grin from ear to ear as he strolled into the washroom.

Chapter Text

Another peaceful day. Another calm, moment of serenity in the home of the Supreme Kai in Universe 7. Sitting beneath his favorite tree, Shin contently sipped at his tea with a sigh, while his associate, Zamasu, sat across from him. He too was provided a cup of the bitter beverage, but he couldn't seem to be able to touch it. Rather he stared down at his own reflection for so long, his silver eyes filled with unease. Shin paused for a moment to look at the younger Kai, a small frown of concern spreading across his face. Zamasu had been like this for several days now, and he didn't like seeing him in this state at all. However, given what had happened....he could hardly blame him.

"Zamasu? Are you feeling alright?" Shin asked with a kind smile. Zamasu jumped slightly, snapping out of his thoughts and briefly looking up at the shorter Kai before he nodded. "I suppose." he replied quietly. Though that was a blatant lie and they both knew it.

Only a few months ago, the mysterious man known as "Black" had appeared out of nowhere and killed Gowasu right before his very eyes, in an attempt to recruit him to pursue a more "just" path. As it turned out, it was himself from another timeline, who had taken the body of a powerful Saiyan and sought him out to help complete his scheme. Black had promised they would bring all mortals to justice, and create the ideal world they had always envisioned. Zamasu *almost* considered joining him....but as much as he wanted justice, he knew deep down what Black had planned wasn't right. It certainly wasn't a world Gowasu would've approved of. So when Black had his guard down, holding him in an embrace - he pierced his hand right through Black's chest, eliminating him for good before things got worse.

It worked in putting his plans to a halt, though now Universe 10 was without a Supreme Kai to watch over everything, and Zamasu was without a mentor. So, while Kibito took charge as temporary Supreme Kai, Shin would train Zamasu until he was ready to take his place. The arrangement itself was going smoothly - Zamasu proved to be an excellent student, paying attention to his new master's every lesson and wisdom. However, the whole incident with Gowasu left him rather scarred....not a day went by where he didn't think about what had happened.

"....Zamasu," the younger Kai hesitated briefly before lifting his gaze, looking back at Shin, "you know, I am more than just your mentor....I'm also your friend. If something is troubling you, you're more than welcome to share it with me. You might feel better if you spoke about what's on your mind." Shin said, trying to give the other Kai a reassuring expression. Zamasu furrowed his brows, still looking a little unsure. But Shin's dark, soft eyes were surprisingly comforting to look at. They seemed to warm, and soft, looking at him with nothing but kindness. It caused an unexpected warmth to fill his heart, and a light blush to form on his cheeks. Eventually he let out a small sigh, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "I apologize. I've just....had a lot on my mind. You were so kind to take me in like this, and teach me your ways. But, I can't seem to get that day out of my mind....the way Gowasu looked, so lifeless...." He found he couldn't describe that memory anymore than than, feeling his throat close up.

Shin's soft frown returned, nodding understandingly. "Indeed. I understand it must've been a difficult moment for you to endure....it's unfortunate what happened to Gowasu. He didn't deserve to be experience such a fate...." he replied solemnly. Zamasu's eyes narrowed, looking down at his lap as he clenched his fists tightly. "It's been a memory that continues to haunt me - night and day. I try to distract myself with other matters, focus on your teachings. But nothing seems to be enough." It was actually rather frustrating how much that day continued to plague him. Sure, maybe it shouldn't be a simple matter to just get over with, but Zamasu was tired of thinking back of those moments....of feeling the same guilt that wracked his heart. Guilt of not being able to save Gowasu, before it was too late. He only hoped his old master didn't look down at him in disgrace because of it.

"I apologize....I didn't realize the matter had become that difficult." Shin said. Zamasu looked back at the other Kai, who now looked a bit guilty himself, perhaps for bringing up this sensitive topic to begin with. Zamasu tried to put on a small smile to ease his master of any of those thoughts before looking back down at his tea. "Forgive me, Master. I don't mean to unload all this upon you....*sigh* I only wish there was a proper way to distract myself from such thoughts. Perhaps a more *physical* way to do so. Maybe then I could cope more easily, even if just for a moment." he said. Shin paused, blushing when hearing the word "physical". He felt ashamed that his immediate first thought was something rather....inappropriate. Something he had been trying to suppress for awhile now. In truth, Shin had unexpectedly become attracted to Zamasu during him time here. It was far from planned, and Shin never planned on doing anything indecent - but he couldn't help having such intense feelings for the younger Kai. He felt terrible thinking so, especially given what Zamasu had just gone through with Gowasu.

However, he couldn't help but briefly wonder....would doing something more "physical" truly help put Zamasu at ease? Shin wasn't entirely sure; the timing seemed a bit inappropriate, and Zamasu didn't exactly appear to be someone interested in....well, those sorts of activities. Hell, Shin himself hadn't been with another person in several years. But, he knew sometimes mortals offered to be intimate with one another as a source of comfort. So, maybe it could work? Though Shin couldn't help thinking the idea was a bit embarrassing too....

"Master? Are you feeling alright....your face is turning awfully red." Zamasu asked, raising a brow.

Shin blinked, eyes widening when realizing how hot his face felt. Kami, did he look that obvious?! Gods, this was embarrassing! "Uh no, I-I'm fine! Just a little warm I suppose," the Supreme Kai quickly said, trying to fan his face with a hand before clearing his throat, "actually, um....if you would like, I believe I might know a way to distract your mind as you wish. Though I won't know if it'll work until we attempt it." he added. Zamasu perked up, looking at his master surprised before speaking up. "Is that so? And what would that be?" he asked. He waited patiently for Shin to reply, but to Zamasu's surprise, the shorter Kai seemed rather shy suddenly. He fidgeted with the tea cup in front of him, open his mouth to speak, and then clamp it shut. And the entire time he kept his gaze averted to the side. It had Zamasu both curious and puzzled. Why did Shin appear so nervous all of a sudden...?

....suddenly Shin stood up, taking a deep breath in and out. "Come visit me at my personal quarters tonight, before you go to bed....I will explain more then."

He said nothing else as he suddenly walked away from the table, walking a bit faster than he should've been. Zamasu stared at him in silence as he left, his mind filled with curious questions. He suppose he could seek him out and demand an answer, but if Shin preferred to wait until later tonight to explain his plan, than he'd allow him to do so.

* * * *

And so, the rest of the day came and went faster than one would expect. And just as he was instructed, Zamasu went into Shin's main temple to locate his personal quarters. He decided to ditch the grey robe, as it often felt a bit much when trying to get any sleep. Intstead, he just resorted to his purple under shirt and baggy blue pants. That would appear decent enough, he thought. It took a moment for the Kai to even remember where his master's bedroom was, considering he'd never actually been inside it before. Though eventually he recognized the sliding door on the left of a hallway, standing in front of his before he cleared his throat. "Master? I've come as instructed. May I come inside?" he asked. He heard a small squeak of surprise from inside, making Zamasu raised a brow. However swiftly afterwards he heard Shin clear his throat before quickly speaking up. "Uh, y-yes....come in."

Zamasu did as told and slid the door open, taking a few steps inside before closing it behind him. Shin's bedroom was very similar to his own, possessing the same type of large, plush bed on the side, as well as a small drawer to keep his clothes and other belongings. However one feature it had that Zamasu didn't was a single, full length mirror that hung on the back of the room, right beside a window that showed the night sky. Shin was standing quietly in the center of the room, looking surprisingly....awkward. His cheeks were a bright red, and he seemed nervous to look Zamasu in the eye. Though like Zamasu had done, Shin had gotten rid of his dark teal robe, and instead remained in his greenish-blue undersuit. The younger Kai couldn't help being curious, calmly taking a few steps closer. "Master. Are you alright? What was this....method, you wanted to try? To help put me at ease?" he asked.

Shin glanced away, rubbing his arm uneasily. He was starting to regret this whole idea. There was no way Zamasu would want to do such a thing, nor should he attempt making such a move. But it was becoming more difficult to keep these feelings to himself. He didn't feel comfortable harboring such an intense attraction and trying to hide it away. But at the same time, if Zamasu wasn't interested in doing this, or even worse became disgusted or angry with him, he'd lose all respect for him as his master....and his friend. Such a thought was terrifying to think about...!

"Master?" Zamasu repeated. Shin felt himself stiffen, swallowing a nervous lump in the back of his throat. The younger Kai's expression softened. It was strange, he came here to seek his own need to be put at ease. And yet now, it seemed like Shin was the one with something on his mind, and was terrified to say what it was, for whatever reason. He didn't know why, but he didn't like seeing Shin so stressed or uneasy. Perhaps he should offer his own form of reassurance. "....Shin," the shorter Kai blinked, looking at his student surprised, not expecting to be called by his name, "it would seem that I'm not the only one with something on my mind....perhaps you would like to share as well?" Zamasu asked. He slowly got down onto his knees so he was at eye level with Shin, holding eye contact. A gentle smile appeared across his face, one that all but caused Shin's heart to flutter. "You are free to tell me. Shin....what is it that you're thinking about?"

Suddenly Shin felt his nerves and anxiety begin to melt away, slowly relaxing the longer he looked into Zamasu's eyes. Those silver eyes had a certain sharpness to them, and yet right now they looked at him with a surprising amount of warmth. It helped him to take a deep breath in and out before he finally spoke. "I apologize. It seems I froze in a moment of weakness. I just....*sigh* this method, I had in mind. I fear you would've found it....inappropriate. Especially given our relationship as master and student. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable...." Shin explained. Zamasu raised a brow, looking a bit puzzled, but nodded nonetheless. "I see. And....why would that be the case?" he asked. Shin couldn't look Zamasu in the eye anymore, fidgeting with his hands uneasily for a moment before trying to speak again. "I-I....w-well as I understand it, during difficult times, mortals often offer....p-physical release and connection to soothe their troubles. A-And I suppose it proves to be rather effective. I-I thought maybe....if you wished to....um, y-you and I could...."

Eventually the shorter Kai just felt too embarrassed to keep explaining, and simply gestured between the two of them, hoping Zamasu would somehow understand what he meant. Zamasu narrowed his eyes as he slowly processed his master's words....and once he understood their meaning, his eyes went wide with shock, an unexpected blush forming on his own cheeks. "Master....are you implying you and I should engage in....sexual intercourse?"

With the actual words out in the open, Shin whined and covered his face with both hands, too embarrassed to do anything else. "I-I apologize! This was foolish, selfish idea! I-I never should've even thought of it! Kami....please, forget I mentioned any of this! I understand it's a lot to ask, but I hope you're able to forgive me for this indecent proposition! I-I just...." He trailed off however when feeling gentle hands grasp his own, pulling them away from his face....Shin paused when seeing a curious expressions on Zamasu's face. He didn't appear angry, or disgusted. A little dumbfounded, perhaps. But otherwise, he just looked intrigued. Perhaps even a bit....flattered? "You wish to do something like this....with me?" he asked softly. Shin was stunned, barely able to process how Zamasu wasn't outright rejecting him on the spot. Did that mean the younger Kai was actually interested in this idea? "I-I....y-yes, I do. I have for quite some time now...." he murmured quietly. A small smile appeared on Zamasu's expression, his eyes softening. "Well, I can't say I have any experience. But, perhaps you're right....perhaps this is exactly the distraction I need."

Zamasu slowly reached out and cupped Shin's blazing cheek, feeling the intense warmth against his palm. Shin's eyes widened slightly before they became half lidded, nuzzling into the younger Kai's touch. However he allowed his eyes to slip shut as Zamasu leaned closer - and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

The moment their lips connected, they both felt the static spark of attraction between them. It encouraged Shin to shyly raise his arms and let them loosely wrap around Zamasu's shoulders, while Zamasu slid his hand to the back of his master's head. They melted into the moment together, letting the kiss become more passionate and heated by the moment. Zamasu seemed slightly hesitant with his actions, perhaps because of his inexperience, but for now he trusted his instincts to guide him. Shin would've attempted to guide him as well, but he hardly had any experience himself. Hell, he wasn't even really that much older than Zamasu, which made the attraction he felt all the more difficult to resist. A quiet moan escaped Shin as the younger Kai kissed him, feeling his tongue glide along his own before finally pulling away. Both their faces were flushed with heat, eyes dazed and glazed over with lust. Zamasu's smile remained as he thoughtlessly played with Shin's tall hair, running his fingers through it.

"You know, if we're to continue, perhaps it'd be better to do so on the bed." he offered. Shin was hardly listening, his head swimming from the make out session moments ago, however once he processed what Zamasu had said he gave a small nod. "Oh, yes. I-I suppose we should...." he murmured. Zamasu nodded - Shin inhaled sharply in surprise when the younger Kai suddenly picked him up, effortlessly carrying his partner towards his bed. Shin could feel his heart racing as he was laid on his back, looking up at the Kai towering over him. He was used to several people being taller than he was - there was just no avoiding it - but he really did feel small when being put in such a vulnerable position. It made him feel both nervous and excited. "I suppose we should do something about *these*, if we're to go through with this." Zamasu tugged at his own shirt, implying they should be rid of their clothing. Shin felt himself blush, but gave a small nod. "Y-Yes, I suppose so...."

The younger Kai began with undressing his partner first; he slipped off his red boots, and began to unzip his undersuit before helping the shorter Kai pull his arms and legs out. Though when it came next to remove his boxers he turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly as Zamasu pulled them down. And soon Zamasu could see why Shin suddenly felt so shy - rather then the male genitalia he had been expecting, all that was visible was a single slit, smooth and untouched, almost looking pure in the younger Kai's eyes. He couldn't help being shocked and fascinated with what he saw. "My goodness, I never realized....you're an omega."

In this world, there were two types of people - alphas and omegas. No matter what the gender or species, the alphas were seen as the dominant, while the omegas were the recipients, and as such were the only ones who could barely young. With *most* species, it was often the females who were omegas, but some races had mixed gendered omegas - including Kais.

"T-That's correct. Although, I rarely enjoy letting myself be seen like this. But, I-I don't mind if it's with you...." Shin said quietly, still averting his gaze to the side. Zamasu gave another soft smile. It was somewhat touching that Shin was allowing himself to be exposed to him, even if it pushed his comfort zone a bit. "I see. Well, then I would assume this is quite the honor for me to witness. How endearing~" He slowly traced his hand down Shin's smooth stomach, causing the Kai beneath him to shiver as it went lower and grazed his thigh. "May I touch you?" Zamasu asked softly. Shin covered his mouth, still looking embarrassed, but gave a small nod. The younger Kai ever so gently traced his fingertips over the slit, rubbing the entrance keenly as it became more wet. Shin shuddered as he moaned into his hand, while the other hand grasped the sheets beneath him. "I never thought I would get to witness such a beautiful being such as yourself~" Zamasu crooned. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon Shin's cheek, prompting his partner to look back up at him.

"I-It hardly seems fair that you get to see me like this, and remain clothed yourself." he said. The younger Kai chuckled upon hearing this, straightening his posture as he nodded. "Ah, yes. Forgive me, I suppose that is rather inconsiderate of me." he replied. Zamasu began to slowly unbutton his shirt, not once looking away from Shin as he slowly peeled the shirt off his body and let it drop onto the floor. His pants came next, sliding them off before gently kicking them away. Shin's eyes widened as he stared at Zamasu's well toned form. He wasn't an especially muscular man, but that didn't mean his body wasn't appealing to look at. Especially what lay beneath his boxers, which Zamasu slowly slid down his legs before kicking them to the side as well. It surprised Shin to see Zamasu was already so physically excited, his member erect and eager to be pleased.

"Heh, I apologize. It would seem I'm looking forward to this more than I anticipated." Zamasu said with a chuckle. Shin nodded, thinking for a moment before he sat up. Zamasu paused, briefly wondering if the shorter Kai changed his mind. But instead, Shin reached his arms out to rest on his hips, silently gesturing for him to come closer. The younger Kai complied, smiling when he realized what his partner had planned. However Shin looked more than a little embarrassed about it - it was rather adorable really, seeing his face practically turn bright red. "Now, I-I can't say I've done this very often....I don't know if my skills have become dull with time...." he admitted shyly. Zamasu nodded, gently petting the top of Shin's head. "I am not concerned. Rest assured, I'm sure it'll feel good regardless." he replied.

Shin nodded before looking at the member before him, reaching both hands out to gently grasp onto it. He gave it a few slow strokes, causing light buzzes of pleasure to ignite with Zamasu. Shin only hesitated a few seconds before licking his lips and leaning forward, giving the tip a gentle lick. A shaky breath escaped Zamasu's lips, lightly gripping onto the shorter Kai's head. Shin perked up upon seeing this reaction, boldly licking up the underside of the length a few times. This time he was able to draw out a moan from the Kai above him, causing pride to overtake whatever nerves he had before. It wasn't much longer until Shin took the shaft into his mouth entirely, managing to fit about half of it inside before he began to bob his head up and down. "Good Kami...!" Zamasu murmured breathlessly, letting his eyes slip shut. He continued to gasp and moan quietly as the warm, wet feeling of Shin's mouth distracted him entirely. Meanwhile, Shin remained keen with his movements, bobbing his head at a pleasurable pace, pausing only once in awhile to wrap his tongue around the tip, while his hands stroked whatever he couldn't fit.

Zamasu was in disbelief of how incredible this feeling was, the sparks of pleasure shooting through his groin and making his legs feel weak. No one had ever done this with him before - he never thought he'd have any interest in sex to begin with. But it was different with Shin....he was willing to admit he was a wonderful exception. He seemed like such an attractive man, especially compared to the other Kai. Something about the complextion of his skin, his tall soft hair, and his eyes especially....always looking so soft and kind, almost innocent really. Zamasu peeked an eye open to look down at his partner, blushing unexpectedly. Somehow Shin looked even better like this; seeing his mouth take in as much of his shaft as possible, seeing the flushed heat upon his cheeks, and his own eyes were closed as well, seemingly focused on the task at hand. At one point he opened his eyes to look up at Zamasu curiously, expectedly, as if silently asking if he was doing well. Looking at him with those same dark, doe soft eyes....Zamasu wondered how his face would look if he were inside him, and what noises he could drive out of that mouth.

That was all the encouragment Zamasu needed to gently push Shin off, taking a moment to pant heavily while Shin gave him a puzzled expression. "Zamasu? Are you alright? D-Did I do something wro-" Shin was cut off with a passionate kiss, muffling his gasp of surprise as Zamasu pushed him down onto his back, once again towering over him.

The shorter Kai blinked from the unexpected motion, though his eyes widened when feeling Zamasu spread his legs apart, feeling the head of his member tease his entrance. Shin broke the kiss off abruptly in a brief moment of panic. "Zamasu, wait!" he said. The younger Kai immediately paused, his sole attention instantly on his partner. "Master? Are you alright....do you wish to stop?" he asked gently, noticing the nervous expression on his face. Shin suddenly felt frozen in place, his heart pounding harder against his chest. He had told himself he wanted this, hell he had envisioned it more than once in his fantasies. But now that they were so close to *actually* doing it, he couldn't help being nervous. He had only ever done this a few times before after all. "....no. No, I don't. I-I apologize, I'm just....i-it's just been awhile. I....I don't usually allow myself to be so vulnerable...." Shin murmured. A bit of guilt and shame overcame him as he turned his head away. It was ridiculous! He was the one who practically threw himself at Zamasu, but now that they were this close, he was starting to let his anxiety win. He began to think again that he shouldn't have started this whole thing....

However he was surprised when a gentle hand cupped his cheek, and turned his head to look back up at Zamasu - surprised to see a warm, understanding smile upon his face.

"That's alright, Master. I understand....in truth, I don't have any experience as well. You would be my first." he replied. Shin blinked, looking up at the younger Kai surprised. "Really....I would be your first?" he repeated slowly. That seemed hard to believe, given how handsome Zamasu was. Was there no one else who was interested in him? Zamasu nodded, moving his hand off Shin's cheek to pet his hair instead. "Yes. But rest assured, I would never cause you any harm," he replied, leaning down and kissing Shin's cheek, "I will be gentle. And ensure this is an experience we can *both* enjoy. You have my word." Shin stared up at Zamasu, looking at him with utter awe and admiration before he felt his body relax significantly. Suddenly he felt most of his nerves start to fade away, becoming nothing but ghost afterthoughts in the back of his head. With a small sigh, Shin nodded. "I believe you....though, if I may make one request?" he asked. "Anything, Shin." Zamasu said without hesitation. Shin's blush became a bit brighter, but he forced the words out of his mouth. "I-I would prefer if you didn't....ahem, f-finish....inside."

Zamasu only looked briefly surprised before he smiled and nodded. "Very well. In that case, I won't." He placed his hands upon the shorter Kai's hips, carefully lining himself up while Shin let out a shaky breath. "Are you ready, Shin?" Zamasu asked softly. Shin nervously bit his lip before giving a quiet response. "Yes....I-I am." he murmured. Zamasu nodded before he carefully began to push inside his partner. The shorter Kai squeezed his eyes shut, trembling and whimpering as he felt his inner walls being stretched out. Once Zamasu was buried to the hilt he sighed softly, enraptured by the tight warmth that enveloped his shaft. "Good Gods...." he whispered. He took a moment to lean down, pressing himself against Shin's smaller form, who seem to fit almost perfectly against his own - as if they were made for one another. Shin was letting out breathy whimpers, tears pricking his eyes as he felt Zamasu's lips kiss along the side of his neck. "Shhh....does it hurt, Shin?" Zamasu murmured. Shin shook his head. There was little, if any, pain. He was merely overwhelmed by the intense sensation, in best way possible. "N-No, I'm fine." he replied in a trembling voice.

The younger Kai smiled and nodded, pressing a few more gentle kisses to his partner's neck before pulling his hips back. Shin moaned into the air as Zamasu thrusted back inside, feeling the steady rhythm he had set. Immediately, bursts of pleasure erupted from his groin, spreading throughout his sensitive body. "Oh good Kami....mmm!" Shin whimpered as he raised his arms, wrapping them around Zamasu's neck. The younger Kai used an arm to stretch across Shin's back, holding him close while he thrusted into him. "Gods, Master....you feel wonderful. I never would've - nggh - imagined you'd feel this tight." He gave an exceptionally strong thrust upon finishing that statement, causing Shin to cry out in delight. "Z-Zamasu! Ahhh, ahhh! Ohhh!" Zamasu had begun to increase the pace of his thrusts, plunging inside as deep as he could with every movement. Shin's small body rocked forward with every thrust, ruffling the sheets beneath him as pleasured sounds escaped him.

"Zamasu....Kami, I....mmm!" A high whine escaped him when feeling Zamasu nibble on his ear, an amused chuckle escaping his throat. "Goodness, you seem rather sensitive here, Master. Does that feel good~?" he crooned. Shin whimpered as Zamasu moved to his other ear, making him squirm underneath him. "Ohhh! Kami, that's - ahhh!" It was becoming more difficult to speak coherent words, his mind becoming increasingly fuzzy from the onslaught of sensations. His small arms reached up to wrap around Zamasu's neck, digging his nails into his back. The younger Kai gave another gentle bite to his partner's neck before pulling back, just enough so he could look at Shin's pleasured expression. "I must admit, you look rather charming like this, Master. Enraptured by pleasure and desire~" he purred. Embarrassment sparked at that comment, causing the shorter Kai to whine and turn his head away. However Zamasu turned his head back to look at him. "Don't be embarrassed. You look incredible, Shin."

Shin moaned as Zamasu pressed their foreheads together, looking up at him with dazed eyes. "Z-Zamasu....ahhh!" A cry of pleasure escaped him as Zamasu suddenly increased his pace, practically pounding into his partner's tight warmth over and over. Zamasu captured Shin's lips in a kiss, drinking in his moans as he relished the feeling of being inside him. Shin hardly protested, hugging Zamasu tighter even as the kiss was broken off. "Kami....i-it's too much!" the shorter Kai whined, letting his head lean back. His partner kissed at his throat, heavy breaths tickling Shin's sensitive skin. "Should I slow down...?" he asked breathlessly. However Shin immediately shook his head. "NO! Please....don't stop! I-I'm begging you...!" he pleaded. A low growl rumbled from Zamasu's chest, immensely turned on by the desperation in the shorter Kai's voice. It only encouraged him to keep his brutal pace, feeling a tightness start to form within his groin. It seemed Shin was getting close too, his inner walls tightening around his shaft. "Ahhh! Zamasu, I'm close....Kami, I'm so close...!" Shin whimpered.

The younger Kai didn't dare slow his pace, determined to bring his partner over the edge. And within a few more perfect thrusts, Shin was screaming in delight, clutching onto Zamasu for dear life as his orgasm rippled through his body. "Fuck...!" The feeling felt intense, making Zamasu's jaw to clench. He acted without even thinking - biting down on Shin's shoulder before spilling his seed inside him, his body shuddering. Both Kai held onto each other tightly, allowing the high of their climax to overcome them for a long while. Though it wasn't too long until Zamasu came to his senses first, looking down at Shin's tired form. The poor man looked utterly spent, barely able to hold on to consciousness. Zamasu looked a bit concerned, gently caressing Shin's face with his hand. "Master....are you alright?" he asked, realizing he probably got a bit carried away. However he felt relieved as a small, tired smile spread across Shin's face. "Yes....I'm alright." He blinked however when feeling warmth fill within him, something that felt different from his own orgasm. "It's strange though....it feels more wet between my legs than I expected...."

It was only then Zamasu's eyes widened, realizing his mistake. He sat up enough to carefully pull himself out of Shin's entrance....and he frowned upon seeing his suspicions were correct, as his own seed trailed down the shorter Kai's thighs. "Fuck....I didn't even realize...." Zamasu got so caught up with the heated passion and intimacy, he had completely forgotten the one thing Shin requested him *not* to do! Shin only looked puzzled, concerned by the other Kai's shameful expression. "Zamasu, what's the matter? Is something wrong...?" he asked. Zamasu gave a long sigh, pushing his hair back as he looked away. "I....forgive me, Shin. You asked me to do one thing, and it would seem during a moment of weakness, I made a mistake...." he murmured. The shorter Kai was confused until he looked down at himself curiously - he immediately blushed bright red when seeing what had happened. "Oh my...."

"I truly apologize. You trusted me, and put yourself in such a vulnerable position. And I messed up...."

Shin frowned, looking back up at the younger Kai and cupping his face with both hands. "There now, I am not upset. I understand it was an accident. Do not feel guilty." he replied. Sure, Shin would've preferred if this didn't happen, if only because it felt a little embarrassing. But Zamasu wasn't expecting to be given this offer when he invited him to his room, and he did say it was his first time - admittedly, he even forgot he asked Zamasu not to finish inside him because of how passionate things became. "Yes, but even so...." Zamasu started to say - but he was quickly cut off with a tender kiss, causing him to blink in surprise. When Shin pulled away he was giving a kind smile. "Trust me....it is alright. I forgive you." he replied genuinely. The younger Kai couldn't help smiling as relief washed over him. He felt better knowing Shin wouldn't give him any grief on the matter. "Next time, I shall provide proper protection for us to use, so this doesn't happen again. Does that seem reasonable?" Zamasu asked.

"Absolutely." Shin nodded. Zamasu decided to take initiative and pick up his exhausted companion, if only so he could help them both climb under the covers of the bed and relax. A soft sigh instantly escaped Shin's lips, cuddling into Zamasu's warm chest. "I hope that was good for you too...?" he murmured. Zamasu nodded, petting the top of Shin's head as a permanent smile remained on his face. "Yes, it was. I thoroughly enjoyed this, even in spite of the accident." he replied. "....I was concerned you might be angry if I brought this idea. Or perhaps disgusted. I wasn't sure....how you would feel." Shin said, briefly looking ashamed. However the younger Kai tilted his head up so he could meet his soft gaze. "Well, perhaps if it were anyone else, I would have reacted in such a way. But, with you....I suppose I just couldn't resist." he replied. Shin smiled, cuddling more against Zamasu's warm body. "Was this helpful at all...?"

"Hm? With what?"

"With your troubles? Regarding the memory that plagued your mind?"

Zamasu blinked. That's right, that was the whole point to this ordeal, was to distract him from thinking of that moment. Well, it definitely seemed to work - he didn't think about it once during his intimacy with Shin. Even now, thinking back on it only felt like a vague afterthought. He rather content at the moment....in fact, he hadn't felt this content in quite awhile, he realized. "Yes....I believe it did help," Zamasu paused to kiss the top of Shin's head before he continued, "thank you for helping me, Shin. Perhaps you'd be willing to do this again sometime....if I'm ever troubled?" he asked. Shin gave a tired yawn and nodded. "Of course....I do not mind...." he murmured. The two Kai held each other close as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber, more than content with being in each other's presence.

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"*sigh* I wasn't expecting this club to be this crowded tonight...." Frieza muttered, looking around club with unenthused eyes. The majority of people were simply dancing out on the dance floor, basking in the colorful lights and catchy music that they could move along to. Most of them appeared rather hammered however, making their movements that much more sluggish. It also seemed to encourage couples to be more "lovey" with each other, openly making out and even groping each other, despite being in public. It was a tad disapproving for the white ice-jin, but he tried not to let it get to him.

"Oh don't worry bout that. Everyone's just trying to have fun," Frost said with a sweet smile, "besides, the only person you need to focus on is me. Remember~?" Frieza's lips curled into a smile, making his partner blush shyly. "Yes....I suppose that's true~" he purred, sliding his hand across the table and reaching to hold Frost's hand. At least the two of them could enjoy each other in their own personal booth here, away from most of the noise and commotion. This was part of the goal for the evening after all - to do something different than usual and expand their horizons. Normally the two of them went somewhere a bit more peaceful and quiet, like a fancy restaurant, or maybe a stroll through the park. But tonight Frost proposed they tried going to this club and see where the night took them. Frieza was a bit hesitant, but agreed. And so far, he can't say he was *hating* this.

"Shall we try doing a bit of dancing ourselves? Perhaps though, somewhere along the outer perimeter of this crowd...." Frieza said, briefly looking back at the dance floor. The last thing he needed was some drunk trying to grope his precious Frost. Though Frost himself looked at the crowd nervously before shaking his head. "Not yet. Maybe in a little while." he replied, grabbing his wine glass with his free hand to take a sip. The white ice-jin nodded understandingly, though he couldn't help sliding his tail under the table and twining it with Frost's. The way Frost's blush brightened made his smile widen.

"You know, I'm rather lonely all the way over here. Won't you come join me~?" That delightful tone in his voice made a shiver go down Frost's spine, his tail shuddering. He had to admit, he was looking forward to *later* events of this evening that would certainly come. "Well of course. What kind of person would I be if I didn't join my own husband?" Frost replied, slowly sliding out of his booth. Frieza watched as his beautiful partner slid next to him, not hesitating to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer. A sweet, tender kiss was shared before both men sighed contently, simply basking in each other's presence. For a moment, the world around them was tuned out, all the lights and music nothing but a buzzing noise as they exchanged a loving gaze. Frieza soon reached a hand up to grasp Frost's chin, and pull him in for another kiss-

Then some drunken fool accidentally bumped into their table, bumbling a slurred "my bad" before he stumbled towards the restrooms. Frieza frowned at the immediate mood killer.

"For Kami's sake, is everyone here just a bunch of disgusting, drunken fools?" he growled bitterly. Frost giggled, slightly amused by his husband's irritation. "I dunno. Not *everyone* here seems that bad...." He said as he looked back at the crowd. The dance floor seemed like it had the most "unbecoming" folks. Though everyone else seemed mostly reasonable, quietly chatting amongst themselves or simply enjoying their drinks. In fact, the more Frost looked around, the more he realized there were actually quite a few....attractive individuals. Some humans, some Namekians, even some other ice-jin. He'd admit he couldn't help admiring a few of the other people's looks....though purely for their looks alone. Frieza was the only one who'd have his heart.

"Mmm....are we doing a bit of window shopping?" Frieza asked teasingly. Frost suddenly blushed bright red, embarrassed and even a little guilty he was busted. "N-Not exactly! I'm just....looking around. That's all. Sorry...." He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. However Frieza shook his head. "Now now, no need for shame. Attraction is not a sin. Even I can admit there are....a few, noteworthy individuals here. None compare to you, of course." he replied. Frost's smile returned as he nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course." he said. The mood was swiftly restored with another sweet kiss before Frieza broke away, raising a brow in curiosity. "You know, darling, you mentioned before you wanted to try new things. Perhaps that could involve in "other" aspects as well. Shall we say....we invite one of these individuals to "play" with us~?" he offered. For a moment, Frost didn't understand what he meant - though the moment he did, his face turned as red as a cherry, eyes wide in surprise.

"W-Wait, really?! Y-You mean, a-a third person would....I-I'm not sure." He murmured shyly. Honestly, he was a little surprised Frieza brought up the idea. Frieza usually rather possessive, and got jealous pretty easily. He didn't like anyone so much as looking at Frost funny, much less do anything else. "We are here to expand our horizons, yes? I merely thought it might be interesting....but of course, if the idea makes you feel uncomfortable, nothing of the sort has to happen." Frieza said in a softer tone, noticing his partner's nervous expression. The blue ice-jin looked to his husband before looking away again. "I-I mean, it's not that it sounds bad or anything. I'm just....not used to having *anyone* touch me like that. Or be so vulnerable." he said. He held Frieza's hand in his own, holding it tightly. "You're usually the only one I feel safe enough to do that with...."

Frieza's smile turned warm and loving, squeezing Frost's hand back and kissing his forehead. He could understand why Frost would feel that way. Most people didn't realize that when it came to sex, Frost was rather sensitive about it. Hell, when he and Frieza first started dating, it took quite awhile before he earned Frost's complete trust to act so intimately. And even then, Frost had his moments of uneasiness. "I understand, my dear. As I said, if you don't wish to, then it won't happen." he replied. But Frost shook his head. "I-It's not like I'm uninterested. Or that I'm not....curious. Just....you would have to be there. I'd need you with me." he said, speaking in a dead serious tone. The white ice-jin nodded understandingly. "I completely understand, darling. But don't stress over this so much....here," he held up Frost's wine glass with a smile, while he grabbed his own with his tail, "perhaps we can discuss this idea a bit more when we're both more relaxed~" Frost smiled, happily letting his husband bring the wine glass to his lips and taking a sip of the bitter red liquid.

Meanwhile, just across the club at the bar counter, another couple were enjoying their own quality time together. Or rather, they were trying to.

"Ah! Gotta admit, didn't think the beer here would be any good. But it's better than I expected." Cell stated, setting down his mug and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Zamasu was hardly listening, giving a small nod. "Mhmm...." He was trying his best to relax, but it was difficult. With all the people here, and the loud music, and the blaring lights. It succeeded in awakening a bit of his anxiety. Cell paused, looking at his partner concerned. "Babe, you feeling okay...?" he asked gently, reaching a hand out to rub his back. The Kai gave a small nod, taking a small sip of his rose wine before he spoke. "I suppose. I am just....not used to this environment." he said. The bug man frowned, moving his hand to hold Zamasu's, stroking his thumb over the back of his hand. "You know, if this is really too much, we don't have to stay here....there are plenty of other quiet places we can relax at." he said, trying to offer a warm smile. But the Kai shook his head.

"No, it's fine....you enjoy these sorts of places. And I want to be able to go to them with you." he said. He and Cell rarely ever did date night at places like this. Zamasu often hated it, turned off by these exact crowds. But more than anything, he wasn't used to the noise....that was bothering him more than anything. And because of this, the two of them never went anywhere that Cell liked; such as amusement parks, concerts, a lot of parties, etc. And while Zamasu knew Cell didn't mind going to the places *he* liked, Zamasu didn't want to be one-sided on this. He wanted to be more open to what Cell enjoyed, and push out of his comfort zone a bit. After all, being married to someone like Cell did that on a daily basis anyway.

"Zamasu, it's really sweet of you to try this out for me. But if you really feel that uncomfortable, we can leave." Cell insisted. Zamasu took a deep breath, and again shook his head. "I'm okay. I promise. I just....need to relax." he replied. The bug man wasn't entirely convinced, but he could see the Kai was set on his decision. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't make this easier on him. "Well, maybe it'll help if you focus on something else," he gently grasped Zamasu's chin and turned him to face him, wearing his signature flirty smile, "you know, like your devilshly handsome husband~"

That earned a smile from Zamasu, giving a chuckle as he rolled his eyes. "You are too enraptured by yourself."

"Maybe - but not as much as I'm enraptured by *you*." He took that as his opening to lean in and steal a kiss, pleased to feel the Kai reciprocate the action before breaking away. "Must you always continue to say such things? We're married. Most stop trying so hard to swoon the other at this point." Zamasu said. "Aww, but I like saying these things. Especially when it's to someone as gorgeous as you - I mean hell, you're *rocking* that outfit you're wearing!" Cell stated. The Kai blushed at that compliment, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "You're kind to say so....but it feels so unlike me." he admitted. Since they were going to a club tonight, Zamasu made the reluctant choice to not wear his usual Kai attire, or any of his robes or fancy suits. Instead he chose something that was....supposedly, more "hip". He wore a light pink tank top, with violet colored jeans, and a silver chained necklace. The only thing he refused to change were his white boots, which went surprisingly well with the whole outfit. He didn't think he looked *bad* exactly, just....very different.

"Well, I think you look wonderful. Down right hot~" Cell stated, raising Zamasu's hand and kissing it. The Kai smiled and chuckled, his heart fluttering at the small action. Cell wasn't perfect (even though he always claimed to be); he could be a bit cocky, immensely flirty, and perhaps didn't always have the purest thoughts. But when it really mattered, he was kind, understanding, and was a surprisingly good listener.

The moment almost stayed sweet until a human man started to walk by....and he couldn't help getting a long, good look at Zamasu, his perverted smile widening. Cell shot that down real quick with a dirty glare, making the man jump. "You mind? He's taken." he growled. Naturally the man took off without hesitation, making the Kai chuckle. "You get jealous so easily." he said. "Hey, it one thing to take a modest look and see how hot you are - it's another to openly stare and plan out a whole porno in their head." Cell stated firmly. "Did you boys need any more drinks?" the barista asked. She was a Majin girl, with a less than subtle shirt concealing her huge chest. Cell blushed upon seeing her, but Zamasu noticed the brief peek he made at her breasts before he quickly looked away. "Uh, no. I think we're good, thank you." he said. The barista nodded and walked away. Zamasu raised a brow to his husband, who suddenly had a guilty look on his face. "....was I too obvious?"

"To her? No - to me, yes." Zamasu replied, taking another sip of his wine. Cell groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, sorry! I swear, I didn't mean anything by it....I just...."

"Cell, come now, do I look angry to you?" The Kai asked, wearing a smile. The bug man blinked, looking a bit confused, but Zamasu continued. "You think I don't notice you admiring someone else's appearance? I know you try, but you're not as subtle as you think you are. But I understand it's only a physical attraction." he replied. Cell was a bit surprised. He didn't think this would be something Zamasu would be very....well, understanding of that. "Really? That doesn't....you know, bother you...?"

"If it really bothered me, I would've made you throw out your erotic magazines a *long* time ago." Zamasu stated with a smirk. That earned back Cell's smile, and he chuckled. "Besides, even I can admit there are some....not terrible looking people here." he added. Now that had Cell's curiosity piqued, his own smile turning into a mischievous smirk. "Ooooh, wait a minute, there's actually a few in here who catch your eye?" he asked, raising a brow. Zamasu's face flushed in embarrassment. "Kami's sake, don't look so excited about it."

"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised! It seems like it takes a lot for anyone to interest you," Cell turned in his seat, look back at the crowd with newfound interest, "so who is it? That guy there? Or maybe that one?" Zamasu lightly slapped his husband's shoulder. "Will you keep your voice down! Kami, it's not as if I need anyone else's attention!" he said. Cell chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender as he turned back to the counter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was only curious because....well, you were talking before how you wanted to try something new. And I dunno, I was thinking....if there was a guy you and I *both* liked...." It took a moment for the Kai to put the pieces together, though when he did his eyes widened, looking absolutely dumbfounded. "Y-You're not serious?!"

"Hey, believe me, you are the only man I have eyes for. You know that. And Kami knows I don't dare let anyone else touch you. Buuuut, if we invited someone....you know, with *both* of us, who knows? It could be fun." Cell explained. Despite the smile on his face, Zamasu could tell he was trying to be serious. To say Zamasu was caught off guard would be an understatement. But then again, let's just say there was very little Cell *wasn't* into when it came to the bedroom. He just didn't dive full depth into his kinks with *him* because....well, sex was still sorta a new thing to him. And it was very easy to make him feel uncomfortable and nervous. Zamasu was just grateful Cell had a shocking amount of patience and understanding. "I-I....w-well, um...." The Kai rubbed his arm shyly, honestly unsure how to react to this bold idea. Cell's smile faltered, worried he had intimidated his partner with the idea. He suppose it was a big thing - and for Zamasu, it'd be a HUGE step. Threesomes weren't exactly for everyone.

"But, you know, it's just a silly idea....you know I won't do anything you don't wanna do." Cell said with gentle firmness, holding his partner's hand again. "It's, well....i-it's just not something I've thought about before. Normally, I hate the idea of someone else, you know....touching me. Kami, how long did I keep you waiting? Over a year?" Zamasu said.

"A year and a half, but who was counting?" What was meant to be a light hearted joke only seem to make Zamasu feel guilty, immediately making Cell frown. "Hey, don't feel bad. Sorry, that was a really sudden idea. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." the bug man stated. No matter what he liked, Zamasu's comfort came first. That was the bottom line. He refused for anything less. The Kai didn't respond right away, staring down at his drink before looking over at his husband. "Have....have you done it before? With more than one person?" he asked. Cell blinked, an unexpected blush on his face. "Uh, w-well I....yeah. A couple times. And you know, I thought it was fun." he said. "And....you think it might be fun to do that....with me?" Zamasu asked. His silver eyes seemed to practically shine when asking that question, all but making Cell stare at him in awe. Kami, he loved this adorable Kai.

"I think it could be....but again, only if you wanted to." Cell replied. Zamasu turned his head away for a moment, thinking the idea over. Cell didn't dare try to rush him. He wanted his partner to try this only if he had genuine interest. It wasn't too long before the Kai gave his response. "....I suppose the idea of a third party does seem....somewhat intriguing. But you have to be there too."

"Naturally." Cell stated. He gently turned Zamasu's face towards him again, giving him his warmest smile. "I would never miss out on the chance of seeing my gorgeous husband's body~" he purred. The Kai blushed at that comment, but couldn't help the smile on his face. "From anyone else, that would've been a filthy comment. But coming from you....I know that's a genuine, sweet compliment." he stated. The couple exchanged loving smiles before they kissed again, humming contently. Zamasu's thin fingers traced the purple lines on Cell's face, while Cell's claws ever so lightly trailed along his partner's jawline. For that brief moment, they were so invested in one another, they hadn't noticed the other couple that had approached the bar counter-

Or the blue ice-jin's tail as it accidentally knocked over Zamasu's drink, spilling onto his lap.

"Oh Gods-" Zamasu and Cell broke away, taken aback by the action. "For goodness sake...!" the Kai sighed. Frost whipped his head towards the Kai, eyes widening when realizing what he did. "Oh crap! I-I'm so sorry! Shit....I swear, I didn't mean to do that!" he said, but Zamasu shook his head. "No no, it's fine. Don't worry about it." he said as Cell grabbed some napkins beside him. Frieza ceased speaking to the barista to look over at the scene, seeing Frost looking at the other couple with a guilty expression. "Kami, I'm really sorry. M-My tail has a mind of it's own sometimes. And I'm not the most clear headed right now....I-I didn't...." The blue ice-jin stopped his stuttery apology when Cell smiled at him. "Oh relax, it's just a little wine. The worst that'll happen is he'll smell like rose for a bit." he said with a chuckle. Zamasu rolled his eyes but gave Frost the same smile. "My husband is right, there's no need to fret. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure...?" Frost asked. Even as both men nodded, Frieza approached from behind his partner. "Well, at least allow us to buy you new drinks. I believe that's the least we can do." he said. Zamasu and Cell exchanged looks before they shrugged. "Well, I suppose if you insist on it...." the Kai said, and the bug man shrugged. "I'm not gonna say no to free beer." Frieza smiled before ordering four drinks from the barista. He and Frost each got their glass of red wine, Zamasu got his rose wine, and Cell got his beer. "Thank you. While it wasn't necessary, we appreciate the kind gesture." Zamasu stated. "Yes, of course. And we are grateful for your understanding - not everyone is as kind to us." Frieza replied. "Oh trust me, we know the feeling. People can be so irritating, am I right?" Cell said, making the group laugh.

"Well, we apologize if we were intruding. We never meant to interrupt your date." Frost said, but Zamasu shrugged. "I'm not sure you could really call this a date....but Cell and I were looking to try something new tonight. And we came upon this night club together. Though it's....a little bit much...." he admitted. Frieza sighed and nodded in agreement. "I'm afraid I agree. This place is a tad more crowded than I hoped it'd be." he said. "At least the drinks are good. Even the fanciest restaurants seem to have crappy beer compared to this." Cell stated, happily taking a swig from his mug. Frost chuckled as he swirled his glass. "Well, you'd be surprised how difficult it is to find good wine. This one here usually doesn't enjoy anything that isn't from his own personal collection." he said, gesturing to the white ice-jin, who placed a hand on his hip. "Well if they'd simply make good wine, I wouldn't have an issue with it." he stated simply.

"Hey, as long as it gets ya drunk, can you really complain?" Cell stated, making Frost and Zamasu chuckle. Even Frieza smiled a little from the comment.

"Yes, I suppose that's true....I apologize, I don't believe we got your names." he said. "Oh well, I'm Cell - some might call me "Perfect" Cell," the bug man said, wiggling his eyebrows - he knocked it off when Zamasu lightly smacked his chest, "hehe, and this is my gorgeous husband, Zamasu. Nice to meet you guys." Both ice-jin chuckled as Frieza wrapped an arm around his partner's waist. "Well, this here would be my wonderful husband, Frost. And as for me, my name would be Frieza. We're pleased to make your acquaintance." he said. Zamasu nodded, resting his head against his fist. "You know, I believe you two are some of the best company we've had all evening. Most of the people here are either too intoxicated or are too perverted to act decently." he stated. The two ice-jin looked at each other before Frost spoke up. "Well....if you'd both like, you're free to come join us at our booth. It's quieter than here, and we could perhaps chat a bit more." he said. Zamasu and Cell perked up, exchanging smiles before they nodded. "I think that sounds good. Lead the way."

And so the two couples retreated to Frieza and Frost's table, sitting across from each other. After everyone took a respective few sips from their beverages, Frost struck up another conversation. "Well, if you don't mind me saying, you two certainly make a unique looking couple - a-and I mean you look wonderful together, of course! It's just rather surprising to see a Kai and....someone such as yourself." he said, too embarrassed he really didn't know *what* race this Cell person was. Though there seemed to be no offense taken. In fact, Cell gave an amused laugh. "Don't worry. People take a look at me and have no idea "what" to call me - hence, why I chose the name Cell. Course, to be specific and make a really long story short, I'm a bio-android." he explained. "Hmm. An android? Rather intriguing~ And how, pre-tell, did someone such as yourself manage to gain a Kai as a companion?" Frieza asked, placing his elbows on the table and intertwining his fingers, giving a curious look.

Zamasu chuckled, rolling his eyes at the memory. "Yet another longer story....though not an unhappy one. Let's just say one day, this man strolled into my bookstore, and had refused to give up on me since." he stated. Frost giggled. "Was someone playing hard to get?" he asked, tail curling behind him. Cell couldn't help the prideful smile on his face. "You could say that. Though let's just say, very few people are able to resist *this* for very long." he said, gesturing to himself. That earned him a light jab in the gut, and he chuckled. "*sigh* Apologies. I assure you, my husband isn't *always* this arrogant." Zamasu quickly said, though Frost only laughed at the comment. "Oh please, no need to be worried. Frieza can sometimes be quite the spoiled brat himself." He said, smirking at his husband. Frieza blushed at the compliment, his lips pursing into a pout. "Excuse me! While I admit I wasn't....the best, in the past, I am nothing like that anymore!" he stated.

The blue ice-jin nodded, rubbing Frieza's back. "I know, sweetheart. You've gotten much better." he said reassuringly. A sweet kiss on the cheek snapped Frieza out of his funk, and his smile returned. "Heh, sounds like there's quite the story between you two as well. You gonna share the details?" Cell asked, raising a brow. "Oh there certainly is," the white ice-jin replied, "let's just say it was a double blind date that went wonderfully. And only continued to get better from there."

Cell was *very* tempted to ask "with sexy results?" but decided to keep the comment to himself. These two actually seemed like really nice guys, and he didn't need to make an ass out of himself. Especially not with Zamasu present. "So, how long have you two been married?" Zamasu asked. Frieza paused as he leaned back in his seat, his expression becoming thoughtful. "Ah, let's see....I believe we just shared our three year anniversary last month. Isn't that right, darling?" he said, to which Frost nodded. "That's right. Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever find someone who held such interest towards me. But then Frieza swoops in and sweeps me off my feet." he said. Hearing this earned a pleased purr from the white ice-jin, moving his tail to wrap around his partner's waist, who couldn't help blushing.

Zamasu blushed a little himself, but smiled as well. These two seemed rather affectionate with each other, didn't they? It was sweet to see. They certainly seemed like the rather....good looking couple. Especially considering they were the same race. "And what about you two? How long have you been married?" Frost asked. "Well, we've been only been married for two years. But we've known each other for a bit longer than that...." the Kai admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Cell gave his partner a flirty smile, wrapping one of his strong arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. Zamasu honestly didn't mind in the slightest. "Yeah. I guess you could say we have a bit of history - none of which I regret." Cell stated. Zamasu smiled as he leaned against his partner's side. "Indeed. While it was definitely....unexpected, he makes me happy."

Frost's smile became more dreamy, looking at the couple in awe. "Well, that's always one of the most important things....is that they make you happy."

"Definitely. I'd say that's toast worthy," Cell grabbed his beer glass and held it up, "to the couples who managed to find someone that makes them happy. No matter who they are, or how long they've been together. Cause in the end, everyone deserves a chance at finding that happiness." Everyone raised their glasses and cheered, lightly klinking them together before drinking.

The group only continued to bond after that toast, continuing on with other topics in mind. It turned into talking about (annoying) family members, to discussions about jobs (including sharing stories about terrible customers/clients), to simple likes and dislikes. There was a surprisingly good....chemistry with the group. The four seemed to click rather quickly, and usually at least one could relate to the other about something. Even for a brief moment, when Cell and Frieza went to get a second round of drinks, Zamasu and Frost were able to relate about being nervous about involving themselves in such serious relationships. How it was the first time - for both of them - to find someone they truly loved and settle down with them. It was reassuring to know there was someone who felt the same.

When Cell and Frieza came back with their drinks, Frost finally commented on Zamasu's outfit. "I really like your outfit, Zamasu. I think it looks good on you." he replied. The Kai blinked, briefly looking down at his outfit before he sighed. "I suppose. But in truth, I *never* wear clothes like this. I only chose this since apparently this is the story of style people wear at a night club. And it hasn't helped in bringing....unwanted attention." he said. As if to just prove his point, another human "casually" strolled by their booth, eyes specifically landing on the Kai. Cell was immediately prepared to snap at him - but Frieza beat him to it, giving a threatening growl and scaring off the fool. "*sigh* I apologize. We know too well what you mean," the white ice-jin stated, "we've had *far* too many primitive perverts attempt to make a pass at both of us. Especially since there seems to be a large number of morons who think I'm a woman."

"Tch, typical. I mean you've seen me, I can admit I've made a few moves on others before Zamasu. But *never* if they're with someone, and the moment I see I'm not wanted, I'm gone." Cell stated. Zamasu nodded. "It's true. Even in his "pursuit" towards me, he never crossed the point of harassment." he stated. Frost frowned as he looked down at his glass, letting out a sigh. "It's a shame how so many people have one thing on their mind. Kami, every relationship I had before Frieza - which was only a few - all they wanted was to jump into the sack as soon as possible." he said. Everyone nodded, taking another sip from their beverages. Though after Cell swallowed he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I guess it'd be hard to resist two, beautiful men such as yourselves - and I say that with highest respect. Honest!"

Both ice-jin blinked, both surprised and pleased with the little compliment. "My, how nice of you to say. It's not often we get such comments without the follow up 'wanna go back to my place?'. It's rather refreshing." Frieza stated. "That's understandable, for sure. But Cell is right. You both are indeed rather....stunning, if I may be blunt." Zamasu replied, though he was blushing as he said so. Frost giggled at the sweet comment, leaning forward a bit. "Well, you two are quite the good looking couple too. Cell's strong, and uniquely patterned body here definitely makes him appear rather....handsome." he admitted, though he got shy saying the last part, and glanced down at the table. Naturally, Cell smirked at both the compliment and the cute behavior. Frieza meanwhile turned his smile to Zamasu. "Yes, and you are rather exquisite as well. The way your hair is styled is rather appealing." he said. It was the Kai's turn to become a bit shy, brushing some of his hair out of his face as he glanced away.

There was a moment of silence between the group, the strange change in the mood becoming more and more obvious. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it did feel....different. Eventually though, someone had to bring up the elephant in the room.

"Okay, um....am I the only one that's feeling like we're suddenly flirting with each other here?" Cell asked bluntly. The other paused, blushing brightly now that the truth was out in the open. And everyone couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed. "A-Apologies....it wasn't our intention for it to come off in such a way." Frieza said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, we're sorry! We never meant to make either of you uncomfortable." Frost added, but Zamasu shook his head. "No, it's fine! We were the ones who started it. In truth, I'm not sure why....we apologize." he said. "Right, of course! We're sorry too! But um....you know, maybe that's not entirely a bad thing."

Now *that* comment had everyone's heads turning. Thankfully, no one looked disgusted or offended. Just shocked. "Cell....what're you talking about?" Zamasu asked.

"Um well....okay, just hear me out first, then you're free to judge. All of you," Cell said, quickly beginning to explain, "the truth is, just moments before we met you two, Zamasu and I were discussing....trying something new. Something we're both a little nervous about, but we wanna try. Since it could be....well, fun." Zamasu's face suddenly turned bright red, realizing right away with Cell was thinking. And while it....well, it didn't seem like a *bad* idea, he soon became worried he was gonna scare off the new friends they just made. "And well, this new thing involves....ahem, more than two people...." The bug man said slowly. It wasn't often Cell felt insecure, but Kami, he was SO worried he was coming off as some weird pervert. Especially as it seemed the pieces were slowly being put together by both Frieza and Frost. The two even shared surprised looks before Frost spoke up. "Um....I-I don't suppose you're referring to....inviting a third party? For this "fun" you mentioned?"

"Um, yes, exactly. Though neither of us really had a person in mind....until we met you two." Cell admitted. Both the bug man and the Kai held their breath, nervously waiting for the couple's reaction - but were surprised when both ice-jin chuckled, admittedly looking just as nervous as they were. "Heh. Well, while we're being truthful....Frost and I were actually just playing with the same idea before we ran into you two." he replied. Zamasu blinked, genuinely shocked when hearing this. What were the odds of that? "Is that so?" he said. Frost nodded, blushing as he continued. "Y-Yes, actually. But, just like you, we didn't have anyone specific in mind. Though....you two do seem rather nice. And you are quite....attractive." He eventually just had to stop, too embarrassed to continue. So Frieza did instead. "Ahem, in any case. If I understand you correctly, Cell....you're suggesting the four of us "get involved" with one another?"

"Right. And obviously, it doesn't have to mean anything. My heart belongs to Zamasu - that's just never going to change. And clearly, Frost firmly holds onto yours. But, if you all wanted to try, we could....I dunno, maybe swing? Do something new without worrying about any attachments. Just maybe a fun night of sex. Nothing more. What do you think?" Cell asked. There was a moment of silence as the group thought it over. None of it sounded....terrible. In fact, it seemed quite intriguing. But naturally, there were more questions that needed to be clarified. "Would we, um....all be in the same room?" Frost asked. He didn't mind swinging too much, but the idea of being *alone* with either Zamasu or Cell was more than nerve-wracking. He wanted Frieza there too. "Oh, definitely. I think there'd be an overall peace of mind if *everyone* was present." Cell stated. Zamasu and Frost both sighed in relief. That was already so much more relieving for them both.

"Alright, then that brings up another question....who did you wish to switch with? Myself, or Frost?" Frieza asked. Cell blushed upon being asked this, honestly a little unsure how to respond. "Well, uh, I figured you guys could decide. I'd be fine with whatever you wanted to do." he said. Cell wasn't picky. Plus, both Frieza and Frost were incredibly hot. He'd be happy sleeping with either one of them - what mattered to him was which one Zamasu would feel more comfortable with. "I see....Zamasu," Frieza turned his attention to the Kai, "did you have a preference?" Zamasu stiffened, caught off guard by the sudden choice. Honestly, he....he really didn't know. In truth, Frost was the less intimidating choice. He just seemed more open, and overall softer. But at the same time, Frieza's overall personality seemed rather attractive. Confident and smooth. And the look in his eyes was almost....bewitching. It had him blushing as he shyly looked down at his beverage. "I-I'm not sure I can choose...."

"Me either...." Frost admitted. The choices seemed just as difficult for him. Either go with the beautiful, calm and knowledgable Kai, or the strong, flirty, and confident android. Admittedly, Cell was the more intimidating choice - solely just because of his *size* specifically. He was already half Frieza's size, and definitely taller than Zamasu. He couldn't help wondering how big he was "down there" as well. "Hmm....should I assign us partners then?" Frieza asked. Both Zamasu and Frost immediately nodded. Cell and Frieza exchanged looks, silently deciding who would be with who. "Well, Cell....I suppose if you would like to, and Frost allows it of course, I am willing to let the two of you have fun. While Zamasu and I shall become involved. Does that fare well with you?" he asked. Cell nodded. "Sure. We can do that. Frost? Zamasu? What do we think...?" Both men turned to their nervous partners, making sure they were truly okay with this.

Frost and Zamasu hesitated for a moment, exchanged looks, then looked back at the other two before each giving a small sigh. "....I-I think this will be alright. As long as we're all in the same room." the blue ice-jin stated. The Kai nodded. "Yes. Exactly what he said."

Both Frieza and Cell smiled understandingly and nodded. "Of course. We won't have it any other way." he stated. The two other men smiled, both feeling a bit more at ease. Cell cleared his throat before speaking up. "Well, how about we finish our drinks. And then I can rent us a motel room. Sound good?" he asked. Everyone agreed, and resumed enjoying their drinks - though naturally, everyone only had one thing on their minds now. And it stayed that way till they left the night club.

Chapter Text

By the time everyone had finished their drinks, the group finally felt loose enough to see through to their plan. Initially, Cell suggested a small motel that was just a few buildings down, but Frieza insisted he instead pay for a more upstate hotel room instead. After all, he felt everyone deserved more than just some sad motel room, where they would have no idea who else had shacked in it in the past. So, after a quick phone call, Cell hailed a cab to drive them to the hotel, and within minutes they had arrived. Frost and Zamasu waited in the hallway while Frieza and Cell went to check on their room. The moment they were out of ear shot, both men sighed uneasily.

"Heh, um, I-I don't suppose you're just as nervous about this as I am...?" Frost asked quietly. Zamasu nodded, running his fingers through his hair. "Perhaps even a bit more....I'm sure if we wanted to change our minds, we could." he said. "Yes, of course! Frieza has certainly never....forced my hand. If I said I didn't want to, he wouldn't make me." The blue ice-jin stated. "Certainly. Cell is the same way - he cares far more about my comfort than anything else." the Kai added. There was a moment of silence as the two looked over at their husbands, watching them speak with the hotel clerk. Though in truth, they both couldn't help wondering the same thing....only Zamasu was able to speak his thoughts first. "So....if it's not too strange to ask, what sort of lover is Frieza?" he asked, his voice quieter than he would've liked. Obviously, in any normal circumstance, he wouldn't dare ask such a bold question - that was more Cell's thing. But given they were just about to swap partners for the evening....he thought he'd feel better knowing what he was in for.

He was both surprised and relieved to see a thoughtful smile spread across Frost's face. "He's....actually very sweet. Very affectionate. His presence in the bedroom can be a bit intimidating at first, but he knows how to make me relax. It's rather nice." the blue ice-jin explained. His face was blushing brighter the more he spoke, though he genuinely seemed happy. It unconsciously made Zamasu smile as well. "I see....that's more relieving to hear than I expected, actually." he said with a chuckle. Frost's smile faltered only slightly as he looked up at the Kai with a more nervous expression. "And what about Cell...?" he asked. Now it was Zamasu's turn to wear the thoughtful expression. "Well, similar to how he is outside the bedroom, he tends to be rather flirty. But he's also surprisingly patient. And considerate - and I'll admit, he's rather skilled. Even when I'm most tense, he knows how to put me at ease." he explained. Frost nodded, already feeling a small weight lift off his chest upon hearing this. "That seems rather nice...." However as he gave another quick glance back at Cell, Zamasu could tell he had another question on his mind.

"You're free to ask whatever you wish. Anything that might make you feel better."

Frost blushed brighter, hesitating for a moment....before he voiced the question in small whisper. "Um....h-how, uh....how big is he...?"

Zamasu paused, genuinely a bit taken aback by the question. He didn't think Frost was the type to worry about size. "Well, I'm sure you can see for yourself Cell has a rather built figure. I'm sure it'll be to your liking." he said. "That's not why I asked...." Frost said. For a moment the Kai was confused, until Frost gestured to himself - his *small* figure - and gestured back at Cell. The big, tall bug man who was at least twice his size. "Ohhh...." Now Zamasu was able to piece together Frost's real concern. But he turned to his friend with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. He won't break you. Despite his size, he can actually be very gentle....he is with me all the time." he said. The blue ice-in blinked, a bit surprised to hear so, but smiled in relief nonetheless. "Good....so is Frieza, believe it or not. Like I said, he might appear intimidating at first. But he won't hurt you - I promise." Zamasu nodded. Honestly, he was relieved to hear that confirmation. Especially since this was the first time he'd ever try something like this. In truth, they were both glad they could speak to one another like this....

"You guys doing alright?" Frost and Zamasu perked up, blushing in an instant as Frieza and Cell returned. "Uh yes, we're doing fine. Just waiting on you two. Do we have a room ready...?" the Kai asked. Frieza nodded. "Indeed. We're free to head on up the moment we're ready." he replied. Frost cleared his throat and gave a small smile. "Then what're we waiting for...?"

With that said, the group went over to the nearest elevator and rode it up to the third floor. The ride up was admittedly a bit awkward (the boring elevator music did not help), and everyone felt relieved to get off it as soon as possible. Then they only needed to walk a few doors down before they came to their hotel room. As Frieza pulled out the hotel key, he noticed Frost and Zamasu were a bit farther down the hall then they were, giving him the chance to turn to Cell. "While we have a moment to ourselves, there was something I wanted to say....you seem like a good man, Cell. You certainly don't seem like the type to hurt anyone. But, Frost means more to me than anything. So if I see you attempt any "funny" business, or you try to force yourself upon him, or you harm him in any way - I *will* stop you."

Frieza felt a tad guilty for saying such a thing, especially to a new friend. But Frost's safety and comfort came before anything else, and he wanted the bug man to understand. Luckily, there seemed to be no offense taken from Cell. "Absolutely. I'd expect nothing less....but I hope you know, that goes the same for you too." His expression harded into a serious look. "If I see anything I don't like - or Zamasu doesn't like - then I *will* intervene." he stated. Frieza smiled, rather pleased to hear he seemed just as protective of his partner as he was with his. It earned his respect. "You have my word, I shall only treat Zamasu with the highest respect." he stated. That earned back Cell's smile as he nodded. "Good. Likewise. I guess we have an understanding then?"

"Absolutely."

They finished just in time for their partners to catch up, prompting Frieza to finally unlock their hotel room. "What're you two talking about?" Frost asked, tilting his head. Cell shrugged. "Oh you know, just making a little conversation. That's all." he replied innocently. Frost and Zamasu hardly seemed to believe him, but their attention shifted as Frieza pushed the hotel door open. "Well, shall we step inside?" he said in a welcoming tone. It made both men blush unexpectedly before they followed Frieza into the room, with Cell coming in and closing the door behind him. The room seemed especially nice, with two large, king sized beds side by side, a large TV hanging on the wall, and what seemed to be the entrance to a personal restroom on the left. And while it was all nice, that was still the last thing anyone was focusing on now.

"Would everyone prefer if the lights were kept off?" Frieza asked. Though specifically, he was eyeing the two shy individuals, who still appeared to be a bit nervous. Frost and Zamasu briefly exchanged looks before they nodded. From there though, both of them were frozen stiff. They....admittedly, weren't really sure where or how to start. "Hehe, I imagine you two are still feeling a bit nervous?" Cell asked, his smile warm and kind. Frost gave a nervous chuckle. "M-Maybe just a little...." he confessed quietly. Frieza stepped forward and kissed his partner on the cheek, while also using his tail to affectionately touch Zamasu's cheek - a small gesture the Kai wasn't expecting, but appreciated. "Perhaps you may each select a bed to lay upon....and Cell and I shall follow." His voice had lowered into it's usual smooth, delightful purr that made Frost's heart flutter in excitement. It even earned a blush from Zamasu as well.

They both looked to the beds, looked at each other, and slowly moved towards them. Zamasu had chosen the bed on the left, while Frost went to sit on the bed on the right. And just as promised, both Cell and Frieza followed - with Frieza taking his spot beside Zamasu, and Cell beside Frost. Already this felt a tad strange for everyone, but not necessarily unwelcomed. Though Frost and Zamasu still seemed hesitant to make the first move. So after briefly exchanging looks, Frieza and Cell moved forward with their plans.

Cell scooted closer, reaching a hand over and gently placing it upon Frost's back. The blue ice-jin instinctively tensed at the touch, but soon began to relax as the bug man began to carefully rub his back. His hands weren't as soft as Frieza's, but they still had their own gentle warmth that was surprisingly soothing. Eventually he found himself leaning back into Cell's palm, quietly looking up at the bug man. He'd admit, he had a charming smile too. One that made his heart race faster against his chest. Though he watched as his other hand slid across the bed, and hooked under his knees. Then with almost no effort at all, he lifted the blue ice-jin off the bed and settled him on his lap instead, having him sit sideways from his right thigh. The sudden closeness made Frost stiffen, but Cell had continued with his gentle caressing, politely only rubbing his back and waist.

This was fine so far. He didn't have any issues with this. It still felt a bit weird that he wasn't doing this with Frieza, but it wasn't bad either. In fact now that he was closer, Frost curiously felt a long the bug man's chest, fingertips running along the cool surface of his bio-armor. It certainly felt sturdy. He doubted anything would be able to break it. Cell smiled as he allowed the blue ice-jin to continue a moment longer. Though eventually he used a gentle hand to grasp his chin and tilt his head up. There was something surprisingly adorable about the way Frost looked up at him with those soft red eyes. Looking at him in equal measures of nervousness and expectation. Waiting to see what he'd do next. Those same eyes slipped shut as Cell leaned closer, gently connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Frost wasn't surprised his lips weren't as soft as Frieza's....but he was surprised how nice they still felt nonetheless. It prompted him to gently kiss back, raising his arms to rest upon the bug man's shoulders. Cell's hands continued to caress him, massaging up the shoulder blades before sliding them back down his waist.

Meanwhile just a few feet across from them, Frieza was using his own technique to help relax the Kai, sitting behind him and gently caressing his waist. Similar to Frost, Zamasu had instinctively stiffened, unsure of the foreign touch. Eventually the white ice-jin raised his hands and hooked them around Zamasu's chain necklace, pulling it off his head and carefully setting it by the nearby nightstand. Realizing this was the part where he'd have to expose himself, the Kai couldn't help blushing brightly. But even so, he slowly kicked off his boots, quietly gulping in the process. Frieza's hands lowered, curling under the hem of Zamasu's top, though he paused to look at him for permission. Zamasu hesitated a moment before nodding, raising his arms so Frieza could lift the top off him and toss it aside. With that done, he lowered his hands towards Zamasu's pants next. Again, Frieza waited for permission, and when he received the silent nod, he unzipped the jeans and helped in pulling them down, along with Zamasu's boxers.

The Kai couldn't help shutting his eyes tightly as he kicked his lower garments off his ankles. He couldn't help being embarrassed. This was the first time someone other than Cell ever saw him exposed. He felt so vulnerable....everything was out in the open. It brought caused the knot of nerves in his gut to tighten. However he was surprised by the soft, gentle hand that caressed his face, and slowly turned it so he looked behind him. He hesitated before slowly opening his eyes....surprised to see those piercing red eyes look at him such tenderness. With such reassurance. Silently telling him he was okay. It succeeded in making his cheeks flush from heat, though not from embarrassment this time. The white ice-jin leaned forward, planting a sweet kiss upon his cheek. Then, after brushing his thumb over his bottom lip, he captured his lips in a kiss. Frieza's lips were far different from Cell's - they were softer, and more full. And seemed to mold quite nicely with his own. He shyly returned the kiss, leaning his face into his palm.

Things slowly began to heat up between Cell and Frost, their soft kisses turning into passionate making out. Frost had to hold Cell close to stay close to his face, nearly sitting up on his knees. It provided Cell the perfect chance to slide one hand down, and experimentally give the blue ice-jin's rear a squeeze. A surprised gasp escaped Frost's lips, though it was instantly cut off by Cell's tongue as he eagerly explored his moist cavern. Cell's touches were starting to become more eager as well, ever so lightly pressing his nails into wherever he touched. Eventually he felt compelled to turn Frost towards the headboard, their lips still locked together as he slowly lowered him down onto the mattress. By the time he broke off the kiss, Frost was breathless, panting softly into the air. He could hardly make a peep as Cell began to kiss along his neck, purring into his skin.

"Are we feeling more relaxed...?" Cell murmured. Frost swallowed, giving a small nod. As he felt the kisses continue along his collarbone, he peeked an eye open to look across towards the other bed. Frieza was helping ease Zamasu into the same position, gently pushing him down to lay on his back while he gently sucked the sensitive skin of his neck. The Kai took quiet breaths into the air, shivering as Frieza's hands continued to roam his figure. Squeezing his pecs, thumbs digging into the dips of his hips, his palm running across his bare stomach. It all felt wonderful, but even so the Kai was having trouble truly relaxing. And it seemed Frieza could sense this. He paused his ministrations to look down at his companion, eyes narrowing slightly. "Darling....are you feeling alright?" His voice was low and breathy, barely above a whisper. Zamasu kept his gaze averted to the side, giving a small nod. Though the white ice-jin wasn't entirely convinced. "Zamasu, if you do not wish to continue....we don't have to." He spoke a bit more firmly, if only so the Kai understood he meant it. He was never one to force himself onto *anyone*, and that wasn't going to change now.

Zamasu let out a shaky breath, resting a hand over his eyes. "I-I apologize....I-I don't wish to stop. I just...." He sighed, admittedly frustrated with his own nerves. But how could he NOT be nervous?! Someone other than Cell was touching him, kissing him, and was about to sleep with him! It was a bit difficult to simply "roll with it" as they'd say. Cell paused to look over at the other bed, a small frown forming when seeing his partner's nervous state. Though he smiled as an idea came to mind. "Try playing with his ears - that's where he's most sensitive." he suggested.

Frieza raised a brow, curiosity filling his expression, while Zamasu blushed brightly in embarrassment. That was usually a secret he tried not to tell *anyone*, but....maybe it might help in this case. "The ears you say...?" Frieza said. He leaned back down, planting another smooch onto Zamasu's cheek before blowing on his ear - that immediately got a reaction, making the Kai jolt and whimper quietly. The white ice-jin couldn't help giving a mischievous grin. "My, you *are* sensitive here, aren't you?" He gave the tip a small lick before gently nipping at it. That time it earned him a wonderful moan from the man beneath him, eyes slipping shut as he became distracted by the feeling. Frieza continued to have his fun, licking and biting one ear, while he stroked and massaged the other in his hand. All the while his tail slowly coiled around the Kai's thigh, slowly spreading his legs.

Frost smiled at the sight. He'd admit, it was different to actually *see* Frieza at work than to feel it....though it was equally arousing. Though a soft bite on his chest distracted him, making him moan quietly. The sound earned a chuckle from the bug man. "You're quite sensitive yourself, huh?" he purred, a smirk playing on his lips. His large hands left no bit of skin untouched, now venturing lower and daring to gently stroke Frost's dark thighs. A bit of anxiety swelled within the blue ice-jin as he did so, his thumbs rubbing circles into his inner thighs and very slowly pushing his legs farther apart. His hand soon began to move lower, sliding towards his groin. Instinctively Frost closed his legs, keeping the bug man from touching his most sensitive area. He hadn't meant to, but his own nerves were starting to get to him. Thankfully Cell immediately paused his actions, noticing the brief fear on his expression. "You alright, Frost...?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

The blue ice-jin bit his lip, shyly turning his head away. "I-I'm sorry. I just....heh, I-I'm not used to this...." he murmured. Cell's expression softened, giving a small nod in understanding. "Should I stop?" he offered, rubbing Frost's thighs more affectionately than sensually. Frost shook his head. He didn't want to stop. He just....needed to relax. He knew it would probably feel good. Cell had already been rather skillfully with his hands so far. But it was different knowing someone other than Frieza was going to....touch him "there".

"Perhaps try massaging his tail," Frieza said with a smile, still playing with the Kai's ears, "right at the base. That should help him relax." Frost blushed from that suggestion, a bit embarrassed by the idea. But Cell looked intrigued, raising a brow. "Oh? I guess that's your special place, hm? Can I try...?" he asked, his tall form leaning over his companion's. Frost hesitated before giving a silent nod, slowly shifting his body so he was laying on his side - his tail was already jittering with anticipation. One of Cell's large hands slowly reached out and gently grasped the base of the grey limb, giving it a small squeeze. Already a whine of pleasure escaped from Frost. Cell smiled from the sound. "Ahhh, so that *does* feel good? And how about this...?" He squeezed it again, this time a bit stronger. Frost moaned into the air as a bolt of pleasure shot up his spine. The bug man continued with his attention, massaging and squeezing Frost's tail. The blue ice-jin instinctively found himself wrapping his tail around Cell's forearm, silently asking for more. All his nerves slowly melted away as he focused solely on the pleasure he was basking in.

"Ohhh...." Frost moaned softly. Still massaging his tail with one hand, Cell slowly began to spread his legs apart with the other. This time, Frost happily complied, eager to be touched. The bug man had had his fair share of ice-jin lovers in the past, so he knew very well how to get him to open up. Cell carefully pressed his fingers against his groin, rubbing at the sensitive skin with care. The blue ice-jin moaned into the air, arching his back as sparks of pleasure ignited within him. The combined stimulation between his tail and his crotch was starting to make him lightheaded, slowly bringing him into a lustful daze. "M-More...." he murmured thoughtlessly. Hearing him made Cell smile devilishly. He felt encouraged to press his thumb against his crotch, rubbing in deep circles. Frost moaned again, then gave a loud whine . Soon his body shuddered as the skin of cloaca parted, revealing his most sensitive parts to the bug man. Cell allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight - though a loud moan from Zamasu made him look to the other bed curiously.

The Kai had his head tilted back, panting heavily into the air while Frieza kissed his throat. One of the white ice-jin's hands was gently stroking at Zamasu's member, pumping his hand up and down a long the shaft. Zamasu was struggling to keep his moans in, clamping his mouth shut in an attempt to at least muffle them. Frieza chuckled at the sight, his dark lips curling into a smile. "There now. No need to keep quiet," another smooch was brought to the Kai's neck before he whispered to him in a low, sensual voice, "don't you want your partner to hear how much you enjoy this~?" he crooned. He finished the statement with a soft bite to his ear, finally making the Kai moan into the air. "K-Kami....ahhh, ahhh...!" Frieza's hand felt so much different on his member compared to Cell's. And while no one made him feel as good as Cell, he'd admit Frieza came damn close. "F-Faster...!" he stuttered out in a shaky voice.

"Hehehehe, patience now. We wouldn't want you finishing too soon, would we?" Frieza purred. While he continued to stroke Zamasu's member at almost a torturous pace, he brought two fingers to the Kai's lips. Zamasu blushed knowing what that would mean. He only hesitated a moment before opening his mouth a little, just enough so Frieza could slip them inside. It was a bit embarrassing, but without proper lube to use, there really wasn't much other choice. Not unless Frieza used his own tongue "down there" - and that was one thing Zamasu did NOT enjoy. Not even with Cell.

Thankfully, Frieza didn't attempt to do so. Instead he waited a few moments for the Kai to suck on his digits, before pulling them out and bringing his hand between his legs. "Just try to relax, darling....rest assured, I'll be gentle." he said gently. Zamasu gave a small nod, closing his eyes. It wasn't long till he felt Frieza's finger carefully prod at his entrance, before he slowly pushed it inside him. The Kai moaned softly, already adjusting rather easily. Frieza's fingers were smaller and more slender compared to Cell, but he still managed to rub against every sensitive spot inside him. All while still pumping his cock at that same teasing pace. "Ahhh....ohhh...." he moaned. Frieza grinned from the results, slowly shuffling down so he was sitting between the Kai's legs, making it easier to give him proper attention. "There's a good boy....you're doing rather well, Zamasu~" he purred. He soon slipped a second finger inside the Kai, making Zamasu gasp at the feeling. "I must admit, it's quite the sight to see a Kai such as yourself like this. It's no wonder Cell can't resist you~" Frieza murmured.

He soon stopped stroking Zamasu's member as he slowly lowered his head, giving the tip a soft lick. The Kai inhaled sharply, looking down at Frieza surprised. The white ice-jin's grin was like that of a cat, his tail slowly swaying behind him. "May I? Or would you prefer I didn't?" he asked. Zamasu blushed brightly, and for a moment Frieza thought he really was going to tell him no, which he'd have no problem with. Instead, the Kai spoke in a trembling voice. "P-Please...." he whimpered. The white ice-jin happily complied, giving a few more long, slow licks along his member. Zamasu whined, gripping the bedsheets tightly beneath him. Up until this point, he had been trying very hard to keep any embarrassing noises to a minimum - but when Frieza finally took him into his mouth, *and* curled his fingers right up against his prostate, he finally threw his head back and cried out in delight. "Ahhhh! Oh Gods...!" Frieza became merciless with his attention, bobbing his head up and down while scissoring and thrusting his fingers into his companion.

Meanwhile beside them, Cell had buried his head between Frost's legs, happily eating out the blue ice-jin's soaking wet cunt. The action had been rather sudden, taking place the moment Cell heard Zamasu cry out - he wanted to make Frost do the same thing. He was certainly on the right track, and high whimpers and whines escaped from the blue ice-jin's lips. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, frantically changing between gripping the sheets to grasping the top of the bug man's crown. "Oh K-Kami....ahhh, ahhh...!" he whimpered. His back arched, his tail flickered across the bed, and Frost swore his vision was getting blurry from the sensations. Kami, Cell was just as talented with his tongue as Frieza was! He knew what he was doing, and knew exactly how to kiss, nibble, and suck on his sensitive folds to drive him crazy. "G-Gods, I....ohhh, don't stop...!" he whined. Stopping was the last thing on Cell's mind. "You certainly are enjoying this, aren't you~? You're soaking wet~" the bug man crooned. Frost blushed at the comment, covering his face with his hand. Cell was thoroughly enjoying teasing his companion - though a fun idea did come to mind when seeing Frost's member emerge just above him.

He reached out and gently grasped it, happily stroking it. Frost cried out, immediately bucking into Cell's hand. The android sat back up with a chuckle, admiring the squirming ice-jin beneath him. "You poor thing? Are you finally getting close, baby?" he crooned. The blue ice-jin peeked his eyes open, giving a desperate whimper as he nodded. "Why don't I help bring you to a glorious end then...?" Cell said lowly. He slowly pushed two of his large fingers inside Frost's tight cunt, stretching him further apart. The blue ice-jin cried out again, grasping the sheets beside him as he moaned in ecstacy. "F-Fuck! Ohhhh....F-Frieza!"

Frieza perked up upon hearing his name, the sound going straight to his dick. The bug man chuckled upon hearing this. "Now isn't that sweet....you hear him, Frieza? He's still calling for you." he said. The white ice-jin pulled himself off the Kai's mouth and gave a pleased smile, tail curling behind him. "My, how endearing," he looked to Zamasu with new interest, "can we get you to do the same thing, darling?" he crooned. His hand returned to stroking his cock, this time pumping it furiously. Zamasu threw his head back, toes curling as he felt Frieza's fingers repeatedly curl against his prostate. "Good Kami! Please....C-Cell! Cell!" he moaned. The bug man gave a low growl upon hearing him, wings fluttering behind him. He only felt encouraged to pleasure Frost that much more, eager to bring him over the edge. Frost moaned helplessly into the air, the tightness in his abdomen becoming unbearable. Every stroke of his cock and thrust of Cell's fingers was bringing him closer and closer to that high.

"That's it....come on. Don't you want to cum for your dear Frieza~?" Cell said teasingly. "Kami, yes," Frost exclaimed, "please, please, please...!" Hearing Frost's desperate cries were fuel to Frieza's motivation, watching the Kai writhe against the mattress. "Come now, darling~ Don't you want Cell to see the lovely look on your face as you finish~?" he growled. Zamasu was gasping out his moans, his sweet release just within reach. "Yes, please....good Kami!" he whined. Both men continued to whine and moan into the air, mindlessly calling out for their lovers, while Frieza and Cell put their full effort into making their companions cum first.

Within a few moments Frost came undone first, crying out Frieza's name as he spilled his seed onto his stomach, while his cunt clamped down around Cell's fingers and coated them in his essence. Zamasu climaxed seconds later, exclaiming Cell's name while he spilled on his own abdomen, his hips rutting forward on their own. Frieza and Cell watched the scene with utter delight, pleased to see the looks on *both* their partner's faces. Frieza lazily stroked the Kai's member, while Cell gave a few more thrusts of his fingers, helping their companions ride their high. Though the moment they started to come down from cloud nine, they ceased their touches to give them a moment to breathe.

"Oh Gods....that was...." Zamasu murmured breathlessly. He could hardly get the words out. Frost didn't even try to say anything, focusing too much on catching his breath and enjoying his afterglow. "My my, you two seem rather spent." Frieza murmured, lightly stroking one of the Kai's thighs. "Yeah, it's too bad. I guess we'll have to stop here....unless you both think you can continue?" Cell asked with a smirk. Zamasu and Frost blushed, exchanging looks from across the small space between them....before Zamasu spoke up. "W-We can keep going." he murmured. Frost nodded in agreement, earning pleased smiles from their partners.

Zamasu allowed Frieza to spread his legs a bit further, though he couldn't help blushing from the exposure. Even so, his wandering gaze looked down between Frieza'a own legs, seeing the dark violet member that had emerged from his cloaca. It wasn't as long as Cell's, though it was considerably thick, and just a tad tentacle like. It was also slick with its own, natural lubricant it seems. "Do you like what you see~?" Frieza purred. The Kai stiffened from embarrassment, though he gave a small nod. "Well, I'm confident it'll feel as pleasing as it looks." the white ice-jin added, leaning forward grasping Zamasu's chin. He pulled him in for another sweet kiss, one Zamasu melted into with a quiet moan before Frieza's lips found his neck again.

Beside them, Cell was gently grasping onto Frost's hips and pulling him closer, causing the blue ice-jin to whimper quietly. He'd been too nervous to look at the bug man's package, but eventually he couldn't help taking a brief peek. Just as he had expected, he had a long, thick member, certainly different from Frieza's. Almost all of it was green except for the black tip. He looked away again with a shaky breath, trying to calm the anxiety that was attempting to return. He flinched when feeling an affectionate touch to his stomach, and slowly looked up at Cell. He was surprised by the tender, reassuring expression he was giving him. "Don't worry....I'll be gentle. Just relax, and we'll take this slow." he said softly. Frost's slowly widened, his cheeks blushing a soft pink as his heart gave a little flutter. He could feel his nerves start to fade away, causing him to give a small nod to the bug man. Cell leaned down and gave a light kiss upon Frost's lips before looking down and lining himself up. Frost inhaled sharply when feeling the head of his member tease his entrance. Kami, this was gonna be a tight fit.

Frieza paused to watch the scene curiously, a smile playing on his lips. "Shall we watch for a moment...?" he murmured to the Kai. Zamasu slowly turned his head to the side, admittedly curious to watch the other pair himself. They watched Cell slowly eased his member inside Frost's tight warmth, only starting with the first few inches. The blue ice-jin moaned softly, eyes slipping shut, while Cell sighed from the satisfying feeling. "Good so far?" he asked. Frost bit his lip and nodded. Cell gave a shallow thrust to push in a bit deeper, getting about half of himself inside. "Ahhh...." A louder moan slipped past Frost's lips, now starting to pant softly as both the pressure and pleasure intensified. Cell looked to Frost with a questioning look, and the blue ice-jin nodded again, silently saying he was fine so far. The bug man gave a few more shallow thrusts, helping his companion get used to the feeling - before he slowly pushed in deeper and finally bottomed out.

Frost threw his head back and cried out in delight, grasping at the bedsheets next to his head. "Ahhhhh! Oh good Kami! T-That's...!" he gasped. Kami, this felt so overwhelming! He felt so *huge* inside! He's never felt so full and stretched out before! The intense pressure - the immense *pleasure* - it already had his head spinning. "Hehehe, that feel good, baby~?" Cell purred with a grin. Frost thoughtlessly nodded, his tail moving to wrap around Cell's waist. "Good - cause we're just getting started." He stated, voice lowering to a growl. He slowly began to move his hips, thrusting at a leisurely pace to start. Frost gasped before moans started to pour out of his mouth, sparks of pleasure igniting within him. "Oh Gods....ahhh, ahhh!" Whatever nerves he had before were thrown out the window as he became enraptured with the feeling. Frieza grinned at the sight, licking his lips as he enjoyed the scene a moment longer. The pleasure upon Frost's face was exquisite, and it was more than arousing to see Cell's large sex slowly pull itself out, before delving back inside Frost's tight cunt. Apparently Zamasu found the sight appealing as well, his face growing hotter by the minute. His own cock was already hard again.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Frieza's sensual voice. "Perhaps now it's *your* turn, darling~"

The Kai's briefly widened, and before he could even react, he felt something warm and slick poking at his rear. He squeezed his eyes shut as Frieza slowly pushed his own member inside him, though just like Cell, he was careful with his movements. Zamasu moaned as he felt himself being stretched out, one hand gripping the sheets while his other arm draped over his eyes. It wasn't long till he could feel the entirety of his length buried to the hilt, resting comfortably for a moment as Frieza gave a shuddering sigh. "There....how does that feel, Zamasu~?" he crooned. Though he could already see how good the Kai felt already, watching as Zamasu tried and failed to hide his pleasured expression. Cell gave side glances to the other pair, smirking at his partner's adorable face. "Goodness, and here I thought Frost was the shy one....don't hide your enjoyment, darling," Frieza tightened his grip on Zamasu's hips with a wicked grin, "embrace it~"

He finally began to thrust himself, moving deeply into the Kai's tight warmth. Zamasu couldn't hold in his moans anymore, and allowed the embarrassing noises to escape as Frieza pushed in and out of him. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Good Kami....ahhh!" he moaned. Frieza certainly felt different from Cell. While maybe not as big, his length was more slick, making it easier to slide *deeply* and hit every sensitive nerve within. Already his head felt foggy and dazed, becoming fully enveloped with the sensation. "That's it....just surrender to your desires~" Frieza murmured breathlessly. Zamasu felt just as wonderful for him as well. While it was different from Frost's soaking cunt, it wasn't any less enjoyable. He leaned forward, still thrusting into him as he leaned down to pepper his chest with kisses and love bites. "Good boy...." he crooned.

Cell had his jaw clenched as he moved, giving small grunts from his effort. Frost felt *so* tight around him, clamping down on his cock with a vice grip! It was incredible to feel his smooth, silky walls surround his length. He was pleased Frost seemed to be enjoying it just as much. "You're doing good, Frost....taking it all in." he huffed. Frost was hardly listening, lost in his own world of pleasure as he moaned and mumbled to himself. "Ohhh....Frieza, Frieza....ohhh!" he murmured under his breath. Cell smirked down at his companion, wings fluttering behind him. "Come now, we can hardly hear you~" He suddenly began to increase his pace, going both faster and harder, each thrust causing a loud squelch sound to ring out into the air. Frost arched his back and cried out, legs jolting with each movement. "FUCK!! Ahhh!! K-Kami, that....s-so much! It's so much...!" he whined. Frieza growled upon overhearing him. He lifted one of Zamasu's legs over his shoulder, shifting him onto his side. The Kai gasped, a bit surprised by the sudden change, though he soon found out why - the white ice-jin started to thrust into him more roughly, the angel *perfectly* hitting his prostate.

Zamasu cried out from the feeling, eyes squeezed shut. "AHHH!! Ohhh Gods - Cell! Ahhh!" Cell gave his own growl, only feeling more turned on by the siight. Frieza gave a breathy chuckle, nipping at the Kai's inner thigh and pulling him closer. "How charming that you call for your partner~ Let us hear more~" His tail slithered forward and wrapped around Zamasu's cock, pumping it to the same rhythm of his thrusts. Zamasu whimpered, attempting to bury his face into the mattress beneath him. "Cell....ahhh, Cell...." He peeked his eyes open to look across the bed, glancing at his partner. It was brief, but Cell and Zamasu were able to lock onto each other's gaze for a moment - the very sight of each other all but aroused them.

"H....h-harder....please!" the Kai whimpered. Frost nodded, unable to help glancing over at Frieza as well. Even now, the white ice-jin looked at him with predatory gaze, sending a wonderful shiver down his spine. "Y-Yes, please....h-harder! Go harder!" Frost whined desperately. A deep chuckle rumbled from Cell's throat. "You hear them, Frieza? How they beg so adorably." he said. "Indeed. Shall we oblige their request?" Frieza said teasingly, trailing a single finger down Zamasu's side and to his hip. The bug man's smirk widened. "Well they did say please. I think it'd be rude if we didn't~" That seemed to be his only warning before he hoisted both Frost's legs over his shoulders, and began to pound into him with reckless abandon. Frieza soon did the same thing, tightening his hold on Zamasu's leg and humping away.

Soon the room was filled with nothing but cries of ecstacy and the sound of skin slapping. Frost's eyes rolled back as he was was ravaged by the bug man, barely able to process the thundering pleasure. Zamasu was feeling the same way, fists gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, each thrust practically making him dizzy. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh! YES!! Oh Gods, yes....Cell! Cell!! Cell!" he cried out. "Kami, Frieza! More, more....ohhh! Frieza!" Frost practically screamed. His own cock twitched and spasmed, signalling he was close to his intense orgasm. Zamasu was close as well, ever so close to that delightful high. "Gods, i-if you keep going l-like this....I-I'm gonna....Kami, I'm gonna...!" Zamasu whined, burying his face into his arms. Frost whimpered in desperation. "Ohhh....I-I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...!" he said in a high pitched voice. Frieza and Cell didn't once let up on their pace, close to their climax as well, and eager to finally feel their release. The intensity from both sides just seemed to motivate them that much more. Within a few moments....

"....aaaAAAHHH!!"

Two screams of pleasure rang out into the air. And once again, both Zamasu and Frost spilled their seed onto their stomaches, pleasure rolling through them and their vision turning white for a few moments. With a couple of groans, Frieza and Cell soon followed, each pumping their companions with their warm essence. After finally receiving their much needed release, everyone simply remained still, basking in the afterglow of their intense love making. The scent of sex hung into the air, and the atmosphere felt far thicker than usual. It was a long few minutes before eventually the group came down from cloud nine. Cell grunted as he pulled out of Frost, causing the blue ice-jin to whine softly from the loss. Frieza soon did the same, though Zamasu only had the energy to give a low moan. Both men were utterly spent, having climaxed twice and were just fucked senseless. Their mattresses had never felt more comfortable than in that moment.

Frieza and Cell exchanged looks, smiling in satisfaction, before weakly climbing off and reapproaching their respective partners. Frost could hardly process anything around him as he tried to catch his breath - though an immediate smile curled on his lips as he felt familiar arms wrap around him from behind. "Are you feeling alright, my dear? Do you hurt anywhere?" Frieza crooned softly into his ear. The blue ice-jin chuckled tiredly, softly shaking his head. "No....I feel wonderful." he murmured. Zamasu possessed a similar feeling, unable to move an inch - though he gave a weak chuckle when feeling a familiar weight on the mattress, and a strong arm wrapped around him. "What about you, gorgeous? You feeling good too?" Cell purred, nuzzling into his neck. The Kai sighed contently and nodded. "Yes....immensely." he replied.

The white ice-jin peppered soft kisses along Frost's neck, making his partner giggle quietly and twined their tails together. Although Frieza paused to glance across at the Kai. "I do hope that was acceptable, Zamasu....I would be remissed if I couldn't provide a good experience." he said. Cell nodded. "Yeah, same for you, Frost. I really hope you enjoyed it." he said. Zamasu and Frost exchanged looks, sharing the same smile. Even now, they were both being so considerate. "Neither of you have anything to worry about. We promise, you both made us feel incredible." Frost stated. "Yes, you did....though perhaps one of you should prepare us a bath," Zamasu replied with a small smirk, "you did make quite a mess of us after all." That was true, considering the cum that was both on their stomachs and between their legs....a little clean up before bed couldn't hurt.

Cell chuckled. "Heh, I guess we do owe you that much, don't we?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Frieza hummed in thought, giving a light kiss to Frost's cheek before he sat up. "I shall prepare the bath. Cell, perhaps you want to find some fresh blankets and remake the beds?" he said. The bug man nodded, groaning quietly as he sat up. "Yeah, I can do that...." Both men got off their beds and got started with their tasks, Frieza heading into the washroom, and Cell going towards the closet. Zamasu and Frost chuckled before sighing softly. For a moment, silence hung in the air before Frost gave the Kai a thoughtful look. "Believe it or not....I'm glad we could do this. And I'm glad we were able to with you two specifically." he said. Zamasu blinked, a bit surprised before he returned the smile. "As am I. This sort of thing....isn't easy for me to indulge. But your partner certainly knows how to spark the mood. Especially with the way he speaks." he admitted. Frost giggled. "I know, right? But I must admit, Cell is quite good as well. You were right about him being skillfull. And he did....help me feel at ease. Which I appreciated." he replied.

"You are a lucky man, Frost."

"As are you."

Both men could heard the water running in the washroom, while Cell cursed under his breath, apparently because he had dropped a few blankets onto the floor. Hearing him made both of them chuckle. "Anyway, you and I should exchange numbers - something tells me we'll want to keep in touch. Maybe next time, something *other* than sex." the blue ice-jin replied, already reaching for his phone. The Kai nodded in agreement. "I couldn't agree more."

That said, both men had a sneaky feeling this wouldn't be the only time they'd do this....and quite looked forward to the next time~

Chapter Text

A long, heavy sigh escaped from the Saiyan's lips as he leaned forward, resting his head against his hand. In his other hand, he possessed a simple mug of ice cold beer, though it was only half consumed. Vegeta hardly had the motivation to down the beverage, even if he had every reason to get lost in a drunken state. The divorce was finalized today. As of today, he and Bulma were no longer married. All the papers were signed, and they were separated for good. It was a shockingly simple procedure; they had ended their relationship on mutual terms, Vegeta didn't really want any of Bulma's stuff, and Bulma in turn didn't want any alimony. The only thing they both had that they shared were their children, and Bulma was kinda enough to allow him visit them whenever he pleased, with proper notice ahead of time.

Still, even if they managed to have the dream divorce any couple could want, that didn't make it any less depressing for the Saiyan warrior.

Over ten years....he had been with Bulma for over ten years. He loved that woman. He cared for her - actually *cared* about her. He's never felt that kind of love towards anyone else before. It was just a shame for so much of it he took her for granted; spent far too much time off training, and not enough time with their family. She'd been so understanding of him for so long. He didn't blame her for finally wanting something more in a relationship....it's why he didn't make her stay. Why he didn't dare try to hold her on a metaphorical leash. Why he let her go free. Maybe some other man could make her happy, and be the perfect husband she always wanted. But it wouldn't be him....

The thought did manage encourage Vegeta to take another swig of his beer, letting the cold, fizzy taste slide down his throat before he let out another sigh. Beer still tasted like crap. He didn't understand the appeal humans had of it. It tasted like crap and often made you feel like crap. Still, he thought the stuff would provide some sort of distraction (he didn't even bother putting on his jumpsuit, and instead threw on the first T-shirt and pants he came across), when in fact it only emphasized his depressed thoughts. He didn't realize how terrible it felt to be alone. Even here in this empty bar, as he looked back at the establishment, there was hardly any activity. There was one man with lifeless eyes staring up at the TV in the corner, one poor guy passed out in one of the booth seats, and one stranger in a cloak eating a sandwich quietly to themselves in the far back of the room. There wasn't any friends gathered to hang out, any couples going on dates, or even just mingling with other people. The place was as dead as a graveyard, welcoming any spiders or creepy crawlies to overtake it. Why did he pick such a crappy bar to go to again...?

"Want a refill, sir?" the bartender asked him. Vegeta sighed, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm good. Leave me be." He said gruffly. That succeeded in causing the bartender to walk off, while Vegeta mindlessly just watched the room a bit longer. His gaze landed on the cloaked figure individual again, though he didn't really know why. They did nothing interesting as they finished their sandwich and slid out of their seat, then hurried to turn towards the back door - hold on.

....a tail. A long, gray tail that was attempting to stay hidden under the cloak had peeked out, catching Vegeta's interest.

"That's....not a human." He slowly realized. He suddenly watched with full attention as the mysterious figure grasped the knob of the back door and slipped out in a hurry, tail slithering in pursuit behind them. Vegeta's body moved on it's own, slowly getting up from his own seat and following them, walking across the room and out the back door himself. It led to a dark alley way in the crisp, cool night, where anyone could perfectly disappear into the darkness should they wish to. Apparently, this individual was trying to do the same, quietly creeping along the shadows of the alleyway, but Vegeta could still see them easily with his sharp eyes. More importantly, now that he was focused, he could sense their energy too - and it felt *very* familiar. Not the good kind either.

"Hey! Who the hell is down there?" Vegeta barked into the darkness. The figure halted in place, only a single hand resting upon the wall beside them. A small, fearful chill went down their spines as their flight and fight instincts were kicked into full gear. Vegeta was only spared a single, sharp look back by the stranger - seeing a pair of bright red eyes peer through the shadow - before they suddenly lunged forward. Vegeta could already see the tail thrusting forward towards his neck, knocking it away with his wrist with ease. That attempt failed, the stranger was quick to resort to their fists, though the brief glimmer revealed the points of needles hidden in their wrists. The Saiyan prince growled, effortlessly catching both wrists in his hands before shoving the individual harshly against the wall. They let out a gasp of pain, and their hood finally fell back, revealing themselves to the Saiyan....

"You cowardly bastard....Frost, what the *hell* are you doing here?" Vegeta demanded in a harsh tone.

Frost lifted his head, giving his own growl back, though he winced when Vegeta's grip on his wrists tightened. "Ngh, well I *was* just trying to enjoy a peaceful meal to myself. I had thought I chose the most abandoned establishment in this cursed city....I never expected *you* to come waltzing through the door." he explained plainly. "That's not what I meant - I mean, what are you doing *here*?! On Earth! In Universe 7 for that matter!" Vegeta stated, brows furrowed. Frost rolled his eyes, a tad annoyed he even needed to explain himself. "I'm a wanted fugitive, Vegeta. Can't you connect the dots yourself? *sigh* That assassin, Hit, owed me a favor. So he helped in getting into Universe 7. From there, I've only been drifting from planet to planet....I never planned on coming to Earth. Not when either you or your irritating associates could've spotted me. But my ship broke down, and I was forced to make an emergency landing. Believe me, once I can repair it, I'll be out of here as soon as possible-"

"And I'm supposed to just believe your lying ass? Especially when you've tried to pull off sneakier tricks in the past?" the Saiyan prince asked. If Frost was here to start up any shit - if he planned on coming for his friends, or his family for some sort of petty revenge, he would nip it in the bud real quick. Frost couldn't help frowning in disapproval. This was *exactly* why he didn't want to be near Earth. Now he had to hope Vegeta would let him go in one piece. "....I might not be the most honest person, but I'm not a fool either. I know I'm not strong enough to face you or your friends, like that Goku fellow. And hence, I wouldn't dare try to cause trouble on your home terf....I'm not here to hurt anyone. You have my word." the blue ice-jin insisted. "That's it? You just expect me to believe you like that?" Vegeta said, eyes narrowing. Frost instinctively pressed himself against the wall a bit. He was fighting hard to keep his composure, but his nerves were starting to show through. "My word is all I have to offer. Rest assured, in a few days, I'll leave this planet for good....I mean it."

Vegeta stared at the criminal for a few, long moments. Frost watched just as intently, trying to match his intensity while also trying not to succumb to his fear. If Vegeta decided to kill him here, or drag him into Galactic Patrol, he'd be screwed. All he could do was hope Vegeta would believe him - especially since for once he *was* telling the truth.

It felt like forever before Vegeta finally released Frost's wrists, and took a couple steps back, causing the blue ice-jin to let out a small sigh of relief. "Fine. I believe you....for now. But you come anywhere near my family-"

"Trust me, I wouldn't dream of trying to poke the bear with a stick." Frost stated. There was a moment of tense silence between the two men. Here they both assumed this could've been their chance to part ways....but neither felt compelled to leave. Not quite yet. "....rather strange to find you in a place so run down like this," Frost spoke up, briefly looking to the bar's back door before looking back at Vegeta curiously, "what brings a warrior such as yourself to such a horrendous establishment? Why exactly aren't you with your precious family?" he asked. That question made Vegeta's brow twitch, folding his arms over his chest and looking away from the criminal. Frost gave an amused smirk. "Don't tell me you got sick of the wife's nagging? Came here to pretend she doesn't exist for a few hours-"

"She's not my wife." Hearing that made the blue ice-jin pause, blinking a few times in surprise. The corner of Vegeta's lips dipped just slightly, barely forming a frown. "Not anymore....not that it's any of your damn business. But we just got a divorce." What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he telling a cold snake like Frost his personal issues? It was unnecessary, and more importantly dampering to his pride. He assumed it would only gain cruel amusement and entertainment for Frost. However, when the Saiyan prince slowly looked back at him....he was surprised to see Frost looking at him with a shocking amount of....pity perhaps? Or maybe empathy? "O-Oh. I see....I apologize." he murmured, looking away a bit awkwardly.

Vegeta raised a brow, looking at the man a bit suspiciously. "Hmph. If this is some sort of sad facade you're trying to put on, it's not working." he stated. Frost shot him an annoyed glare, tail flickering behind him. "It's not a facade. I may be a criminal, but even I can understand the displeasure of being alone." he replied. The Saiyan huffed. "And since when does a criminal such as yourself give a damn about companionship?" he asked. "....for awhile I suppose. Especially after my crimes were exposed. You really realize just how terrifying the world can be when by yourself...." Frost confessed. He was surprised such a vulnerable comment suddenly left his lips, much less that he admitted as such in front of this pompous Saiyan. But surprisingly, there was no judgement from Vegeta's part. In fact, he seemed shockingly....understanding. If his expression showed anything, he seemed to know what that feeling was like. "Hmm....I suppose you have a point." the Saiyan replied.

Once again, silence was held over the two men, though this time with a bit more awkwardness than hostility. Something else hung in the air too....neither of them really knew how to describe it. Whatever it was, it prevented either of them from leaving that alleyway. Frost found himself looking down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers for a moment. It had been a *long* time since he'd encountered someone who understood how he felt. How agonizing it was to be alone. How intimidating it was to face the world around them by himself. To lose the comforts and joy of everything in a previous life. His glory days as a "hero" forever gone. And now, he was all alone....but not right now. Not at this moment.

....Frost's feet moved on their own accord, taking a few steps forward as he approached the Saiyan prince. Vegeta was alert right away, looking at him in confusion, but otherwise didn't move. "What're you doing?" There was no harshness in his tone. Just general curiosity. Frost didn't respond right away. Not until he was standing right in front of the Saiyan. "Not really sure...." Was all he managed to murmur. His piercing red eyes softened, looking at the Saiyan a bit more fondly, if only slightly. Vegeta had a strong looking face up close. Any emotion expressed upon it was made clear upon his tight features. It was sharp and edgy....but not unappealing. Quite the opposite. Frost felt compelled to touch that face....and shortly he did, slowly reaching both hands up and using them to cup Vegeta's cheeks. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but otherwise he didn't push Frost away. Not even as the ice-jin slowly leaned in closer - and connected their lips in a soft kiss.

It was light and sweet. The ice-jin's lips barely ghosted over Vegeta's....but it ignited something within the Saiyan.

Frost pulled back only after a few seconds, looking into Vegeta's eyes. Somehow they were shining beautifully with the moonlight's reflection, as if red eclipses had shaded over his gaze. Vegeta suddenly moved fast and urgent - he grasped Frost's shoulders and shoved him back against the wall again. A startled gasp slipped past Frost's lips, though they were quickly claimed with an eager kiss, now kissing him with far more passion and need. It briefly had Frost in a drunken state, eyes slipping shut as he kissed back. He wrapped his arms around the Saiyan's neck, holding him closer as the make out became increasingly heated. Vegeta started to become grabby himself, grabbing Frost's waist and running them up and down his slim form. His nails lightly dug into the ice-jin's skin, causing a muffled moan to escape from Frost. It was just enough pressure to be immensely satisfying and not painful.

Vegeta's strong hands dared to go lower, one of them finding the base of Frost's tail and squeezing it. The blue ice-jin shuddered and gave another moan. Though he blushed when feeling the Saiyan shamelessly grope his rear, giving both cheeks a good squeeze. The impatient prince even boldly slipped a hand between Frost's dark thighs-

To which Frost finally broke off the kiss with a breathless gasp and shoved Vegeta away. "Excuse me - now just a moment!" Frost hissed. Vegeta paused, blinking a couple times. What did he do? Wasn't Frost the one who initiated this? "Now look, if this is going in the direction I think it's going - and at this point I'm almost certain it is - don't think I'm just going to let you screw me in the back of some filthy alleyway!" Frost huffed, giving a little pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. "We will do this in a proper bedroom. In private. If that is an issue, I will take my leave this instant." Vegeta gave an annoyed expression, but he didn't argue. He suppose Frost had a point....Kami forbid someone he knew came across him screwing *Frost* of all people at the back of a bar! No, the privacy of his hotel room would probably be best (something he's had since he and Bulma initially separated). "Fine. Then cover your face with that damn hood and follow me."

The Saiyan grasped Frost's wrist and started to drag him out of the alleyway, barely giving the ice-jin enough time to pull his hood over his face. They both seemed to understand the urgency of getting off the street and out of the public eye. Not just because of....well, their increasing urges, but because it wouldn't be good if anyone here recognized Frost. Or even worse, if someone saw them together. The duo brisk walked down the sidewalk, looking straight ahead and not making eye contact with anyone else. Though Frost noticed how his heart was racing, and only seemed to skip a beat with the occassional tug of Vegeta's hand. Doing something like this....jumping into something *sexual* so spontaneously....it was very unlike him. Normally he wouldn't even consider sleeping with a rival like Vegeta - especially with his head currently wanted by the law. But he felt especially....lonely, tonight. And realizing Vegeta felt the same way awakened something different in him. He was done being alone. At least for tonight. Tonight, he just wanted someone's company.

It wasn't too long before Frost was dragged into a hotel, leading him through the lobby without even looking at the receptionist. Vegeta apparently didn't have the patience for the elevator, and just led Frost up the stairs instead. Neither of them seemed to mind. They only went up to the second floor before Vegeta led him down one of the hallways. He only slowed down once they came to a single room, with the numbers "208" on it. Only then did he finally release Frost's wrist and dug into his pocket for his keys. Frost quietly rubbed his wrist, still vividly remembering the strong grip of Vegeta's hand just moments ago. Soon those same, strong hands would likely be all over him....squeezing him like they were earlier....

"I must admit, I didn't take you as the type of bother with a hotel room." Frost thought aloud. Vegeta didn't comment. He was silent as he unlocked and pushed the door open, letting it welcome him into the dark room. The ice-jin stepped forward, prepared to simply stroll inside - though he jumped when Vegeta's arm suddenly pressed against the door frame, blocking his way. Frost flickered his gaze to the Saiyan....a shiver going down his spine at the dead serious look on his face. "....aren't you going to let me in?"

"This is your chance to leave. Here and now. Before you do something you might regret."

Frost blinked, both puzzled and nervous by the comment. He covered up his nerves with an uneasy chuckle. "Is this suppose to be some sort of warning? Or some attempt to scare me away? How cute." he replied. "You wouldn't be the first one I've scared out of bed. I'm being generous, and allowing you to leave *before* that happens." Vegeta stated. While Bulma might've been the only true lover he's had in his life, he *has* had past sexual conquests. And often times, his Saiyan, animalistic behavior was enough to frighten anyone in his bed. That was part of what made Bulma so appealing - she was never afraid of him. And he could see right away that Frost was definitely nervous, even if he tried to cover it up. Despite this, Frost boldly raised a hand to place on Vegeta's arm. "I'm not scared of you, Saiyan. It'll take more than that to cause me concern."

With that said, Frost pulled down Vegeta's arm and moved past him, stepping into the room. The Saiyan watched him as he did so, waiting till Frost was standing nearby his bed before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Not a bad little set up I suppose." Frost said, briefly glancing around the room, though his attention was quickly back on Vegeta. He watched as the Saiyan locked the door, staring back at him the whole time. Those intense, dark eyes never left him as he slowly approached him. Somehow they stood out in comparison to the darkness of the room, making Frost feel as if he was under a spotlight. It brought both excitement and nervousness within the ice-jin, his tail jittering behind him. "Heh, I'm guessing you weren't expecting for this evening to take such a turn....cause I know I certainly wasn't~" Frost crooned. He stiffened slightly as Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

"You talk too much." He said bluntly. He was standing in front of Frost now, face to face. The blue ice-jin remained still, unsure who was suppose to make the first move now. Vegeta made that decision for him, grasping his chin and pulling him into another heated kiss. It was as if their make out resumed right where they left off, lips locked together and eagerly trying to mold together. Vegeta only pulled away to quickly tug off Frost's cloak and toss it aside before resuming the kiss. The Saiyan's hands were once again exploring Frost's body, running against every bit of muscle and smooth skin. Eventually they lowered once again, and squeezed tightly at the base of Frost's tail. However this time his grip was a bit too strong - the ice-jin hissed quietly in pain before grabbing a fistful of Vegeta's hair, forcefully breaking the kiss and giving him a dead serious look.

"Hey. You wanna be a bit rough? Fine. I can deal with that....but you actually try to hurt me, and you'll regret it. Got it?"

Vegeta paused, a bit surprised by the harsh warning. Frost was trying to keep a stern glare, but the Saiyan could see the nervous glint in his eyes. And while he attempted to keep a firm tone when he spoke, there was the slightest waver at the end of the sentence that gave away his fear. Even now, this guy was always trying to keep up some sort of act, wasn't he? He wasn't going to let his ice cold walls down so easily. "....yeah, I got it. I won't hurt you."

Frost stared at him a few seconds longer before his expression softened a bit, releasing Vegeta's hair and gently stroking it. "Then start with easing your grip on my tail." he said. Vegeta complied, slowly loosening his grip on the limb. He soon began to massage right at the base, being more mindful of his strength. It seemed to feel much better to the ice-jin, as Frost slipped his eyes shut and sighed contently. "Mmm....that's better." He cupped Vegeta's face and pulled him back into a needy kiss, being generous enough to even let Vegeta take the lead. He could feel the Saiyan force his tongue into his moist cavern, gleefully dominating the kiss while his hands kept busy on his tail. It had Frost moaning into his mouth, light bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. He'd admit, Vegeta was more skilled than he had expected. A bit more tactful than just brutish instincts. A particular press into a sensitive spot made Frost shiver, his legs feeling weak.

"Ahhh...." He broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, face flushed as he panted for air. Vegeta gave a small smirk. "Didn't realize that was such a vulnerable spot for you." he said. The blue ice-jin gave a small chuckle. "Believe it or not, several of my kind have that same weakness. Now, shall we get to removing this...?" he asked, moving his hands to Vegeta's chest and pawing at his shirt. The Saiyan merely nodded, allowing the criminal to unbutton his T-shirt, purposely taking his time with each button. Once it was completely unbuttoned, Frost helped slide the shirt off Vegeta's shoulders and arms, letting it fall onto the ground. He couldn't help blushing when seeing the tight, well toned midsection of the Saiyan warrior. He was no stranger to seeing strong and muscular men, and he definitely wasn't surprised to see such impressive abs from the prince. Still, it felt different to actually see it up close and personal.

"Quite an impressive look. Though I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from a Saiyan." Frost said. His hands curiously explored Vegeta's well tone figure, tracing out his pecs and muscles with gentle fingertips. Vegeta was a bit surprised he had such a soft touch. And while it wasn't unpleasant, he felt his impatience creeping up on him. "If you want me to get into the mood, you'll need to touch more than just stomach." he said bluntly, almost commandingly. Frost briefly paused, his face blushing brighter. He hoped it wasn't noticeable in the dark room. "Heh, yes of course." he said, a bit quieter than he would've liked. Still he slid one of his hands down the Saiyan's front until he cupped his crotch in his palm, rubbing against him through his pants. The reaction was instant, as Vegeta briefly stiffened before exhaling through his nose, soon relaxing into Frost's touch.

The small reaction had Frost intrigued, encouraging him to press against him harder. This time he earned a strained grunt from the prince, who kept his eyes shut as he slowly rolled his hips, apparently eager for more friction. The blue ice-jin couldn't help giving a small smirk. "Does that feel good to you? I suppose it must, since I can feel you getting hard under my hand-"

"It'd be feel a lot better if you get on your knees take the damn clothes off."

It wasn't a request, but a command - one given with a sharp look in the Saiyan's eyes. It caused Frost to freeze for a moment, face blushing a bright red and eyes wide. Though once the shock faded off, he regained his composure and nodded. He did as told and slowly lowered down onto his knees, hesitantly attempting to unzip Vegeta's pants. He felt embarrassment wash over him, *feeling* Vegeta's gaze no doubt staring down at him, but he resisted looking up as he pulled off the pants. Frost briefly paused when seeing the bulge in Vegeta's boxers, slowly grasping the hem with his fingertips before pulling those down as well - his eyes widened when seeing his cock spring free. Funny, he always assumed Vegeta's ego was making up for a small package. But he was actually a lot bigger than he expected....

"Losing your nerve yet?" Vegeta asked with a smug grin, kicking his clothes away. Frost huffed, giving the Saiyan an annoyed look. "Hardly. I've seen better." A total lie, but Vegeta didn't need to know that - he certainly didn't need to know how inexperienced he truly was. "Then I don't see why you're not putting that mouth to real use." the Saiyan replied. Frost gave his head a small shake. "Are you always this bossy in the bedroom? So demanding...." Frost slowly raised a hand up, hesitated, then carefully wrapped his palm around the sensitive organ. Again Vegeta stiffened at the touch before relaxing, especially as the ice-jin began to slowly pump the shaft in his hand. Light sparks of pleasure danced along Vegeta's groin, causing him to pant softly into the air. Frost occassionally flickered his gaze up at him, watching his eyes become half lidded. He seemed content for the moment, but he knew the Saiyan would demand for more shortly. Truthfully, Frost was gathering the courage to do so....he wasn't exactly used to performing felatio.

Still, after a moment's hesitation, he finally leaned his head forward and licked the tip. Vegeta let out a shaky breath, causing Frost to perk up. He felt encouraged to do lick his cock again, this time up along the length to the head. He studied the Saiyan's reactions as he did so, giving a few more soft licks along the shaft. It seemed Vegeta was fighting to remain composed, but pleasure was definitely attempting to take over. "Does that feel good...?" Frost murmured. He looked up at the Saiyan curiously as he said so. It was a look Vegeta hadn't expected. Somehow those piercing red orbs looked softer now. There was no mischief or smugness. Just genuine interest....Kami, he almost looked *innocent* like this. It had the Saiyan's member twitching in Frost's hand. "Tch, j-just get on with it...." Vegeta muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

Frost gave a small smile before he obeyed, opening his mouth and slowly taking in Vegeta's member. The Saiyan gave a low moan, savoring the warm, wet feeling of Frost's mouth. The ice-jin slowly bobbed his head up and down, occassionally pausing to wrap his tongue around the length before resuming his pace. He couldn't quite fit it all in, though whatever he couldn't fit he stroked with his hand. Vegeta didn't seem as shameful about his moans anymore, though he still kept them quiet and low. It was surprisingly satisfying to hear for Frost, especially when he wasn't used to giving this sort of attention. He didn't know why, but he hoped he was doing good. From the pleasured sounds escaping Vegeta's lips and the slight twitching of the Saiyan's cock, he assumed he was at least performing sufficiently. He soon felt encouraged to increase his pace, bobbing his head faster. A loud groan could be heard above him, and Frost smirked as best as he could around Vegeta's length.

Though he paused when Vegeta placed a hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place for a moment. "Keep still for a minute...." Vegeta murmured. Frost was briefly confused, wanting to ask why - though he soon felt it himself as the Saiyan slowly began to thrust into his mouth. Frost's eyes shot open in a startled panic, grasping the Saiyan's hips and was about to push him away. Though hearing Vegeta's words made him stop. "Relax. I'll take it easy. Just keep still, and you won't choke." he said, speaking in a surprisingly gentle voice. Frost felt unsure, but did as told and remained still, allowing the prince to slowly thrust into his mouth. After a few times, the ice-jin soon calmed down, soon holding Vegeta's hips in a more relaxed grip. He didn't necessarily mind this. In fact, it felt kinda nice to let Vegeta take control and do as he pleased. Hearing his groans of pleasure was just a nice bonus. It actually was causing a heated reaction between his own legs, unconsciously rubbing his thighs together as his body pleaded for attention. He tried to ignore the feeling, but that just seemed to make it worse. "Mmm...."

The quiet moan had Vegeta curious, peeking an eye down at his companion. Frost was shifting his legs, apparently trying to find a comfortable position in rest in. He had a feeling he knew why Frost was doing so. Vegeta thrust a few more times before slowly pulling Frost off him, causing the ice-jin gasp before taking a few deep breaths, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. As Vegeta had promised, he didn't choke him, but that was still quite a bit of effort he just put in. "Haa, I would've preferred a bit more warning on that before you just- gah!"

Frost was given no time to finish as Vegeta suddenly slipped his hands under his arms and lifted him back onto his feet. Eager lips were once again crashed against his own, kissing him with possessive passion. It had the ice-jin's head spinning, not even having the time to kiss back - certainly not as Vegeta pushed him down onto the bed, keeping his strong body pinned on top of him. The moment their kiss broke off, Frost tried to speak up. "What's gotten into you? Are you that eager to- mmm!" A whimper cut him off as the Saiyan dove for his neck and bit into the sensitive skin. It didn't quite hurt, but it did feel intense, with Vegeta not hesitating to suck that spot and create a mark. It had Frost whimpering quietly, gripping the sheets beneath him. "K-Kami, you....ohhhh!" A moan escaped his lips as the Saiyan immediately began to rub his crotch, pressing his fingers right up against the sensitive area. He was merciless with his touch too, moving his fingers in circles before furiously rubbing into him.

"Ahhh, ahhh! S-Slow down...!" Frost mumbled. He wasn't used to this sudden onslaught of sensations, pleasure shooting through his sensitive body. He briefly wondered in his dazed state if Vegeta understood how his anatomy worked. "D-Don't tell me I-I have to....ohhhh, explain to you....h-how I - mmm!" Another bite on his collarbone caused him to whimper into the air.

"I've served under Frieza for several years. You really think I don't understand how your kind works?" Vegeta practically growled out the statement, sending a shiver down Frost's spine. Maybe he should've realized the Saiyan did have prior knowledge of his race, considering his history - not that he could focus on something so trivial now. Not when his cloaca finally opened and exposed his most sensitive parts. Immediately Vegeta didn't hesitate to plunge two fingers inside of him, causing Frost to cry out. "F-Fuck! Ahhh! You b-bastard! You - ahhh!" It was impossible to form any coherent words while Vegeta's fingers repeatedly thrusted into his tight, wet cunt, much to the Saiyan's satisfaction. He watched the blue ice-jin squirm and moan beneath him, gripping the sheets so tightly he threatened to rip them. He wondered if his cock would give him the same reaction....

Vegeta pulled his fingers out of Frost's cloaca and stood up at the edge of the mattress. He grabbed a hold of Frost's legs and pulled him closer, having them rest over his shoulders. Frost gave a weak whimper, peering his eyes up at the Saiyan. He briefly looked at Vegeta's face before flickering his gaze downwards, seeing his member lined up perfectly with his entrance. A strange mixture of shyness and shame overcame his being, slowly realizing that Vegeta - a Saiyan of all people - was about to have his way with him. And he was allowing it to happen. More shamefully, he *wanted* it to happen.

The realization made Frost turn his head away, too embarrassed to look at Vegeta anymore. The Saiyan was waiting for Frost to say he was ready, to give some sort of sign that he could push in. But when he received none, he took a chance and slowly eased his way in anyway. Frost shut his eyes and moaned, taking in every moment of being stretched out and filled up. Vegeta's jaw clenched, grunting at how *tight* Frost's warm inner walls felt around his shaft. He didn't hesitate to bottom out, burying himself to the hilt before looking back at Frost's expression. There seemed to be pleasure present, but there was something else too....embarrassment, perhaps? Either way, he waited patiently for Frost to adjust, allowing him a few moments to accommodate to his size. Frost used this chance to take a few calming breaths, wanting to ease his racing heart. He grateful for the break, but he was confused why Vegeta didn't just start pounding away. "Y-You....you gonna move or what?" Frost panted out.

The Saiyan narrowed his eyes at him slightly before he grasped his hips and started to thrust, rocking his own hips back and forth. Frost's breath hitched before quiet moans started to escape him, leaning his head back and letting the sensations overtake him. Vegeta growled under his breath, keeping a steady pace that was neither fast nor especially slow. Though admittedly, with how Frost's velvetty walls enveloped his cock like a glove, it was difficult to resist pounding into him with reckless abandon. Kami, how long had it been since he's done this anyway? A month? Maybe two? Time had been nothing but a blur since his separation with Bulma, but this feeling made him realize just what he was missing. "Fuck...." Vegeta huffed, his grip on Frost's hips tightening. He leaned himself forward to go at a deeper angle, wanting to go in further than he already was. Eventually he shifted his gaze to look at Frost's expression again.

He was a bit surprised to see the ice-jin covering his eyes with a hand, biting his lip to keep his moans muffled, while his free hand grasped the sheets beneath him. It was obvious the sex was having an intense effect on him - the man's body shuddered every time he plunged inside him - but he didn't appear especially happy either. What Vegeta confused for embarrassment before, he slowly realized appeared more like shame. For what though, he didn't exactly know....but it didn't make him pleased to see he was the only one enjoying the moment.

Vegeta ceased his thrusts altogether, keeping himself buried into the hilt. A shaky breath escaped Frost's lips, and he moved his hands off his face to peer up at the prince in confusion. "W-What're you doing....why did you stop?"

"Do you want to stop this?" The blue ice-jin blinked, caught off guard by the surprisingly stern question. "If have a problem with this, then I'm stopping now. And you can leave without issue." Vegeta stated. Frost didn't appreciate the harsh look of disapproval Vegeta was giving him. In fact it had him rather annoyed. "Seriously? Your already inside me, and you're just now asking if I want to stop," the ice-jin growled, "don't you think if I really wanted to stop, I would've made it clear by now?" The Saiyan furrowed his brows. "Yeah, I would - which is why I stopped the moment I saw that pathetic look of shame on your face." he replied. Hearing that made Frost blush brightly, unable to help turning his head away. He hadn't realized he had appeared so obvious to the Saiyan. He would've figured he'd get to wrapped up in the sex - he didn't expect him to actually pay attention to *him* specifically.

"So, I'll ask again," Vegeta said firmly, "do you want to stop or not?" Frost growled, placing a hand on his forehead. "No, I don't want to stop." he said sharply, nearly snapping at him. "Then tell me what your deal is. You were the one that started this. You were the one who stepped into this room of your own free will, even after I warned you. So why do you suddenly look like your regretting this-"

"Why the hell do you care?! You're just using me, aren't you?!" Frost snarled, sitting up to glare at the prince. Vegeta paused, taken aback by the sudden outburst. The ice-jin's look was cold as ice, glaring fiercely into his eyes....until his gaze eventually softened, despair dripping into those red orbs as they shifted to the side. "That's all we're doing, right? We're using each other," Frost sighed, rubbing his forehead as he continued, "we both feel alone....apparently so alone that we're willing to sleep with each other. Just so we're not alone for one more night. Even though we despise one another. Even though you couldn't care less what happens to me after tonight...." Sadness laced Frost's tone. He blinked his eyes a few times, apparently blinking away mist that was trying to form in them. Soon a frown fell upon Vegeta's lips as he soon put everything together. Frost really did feel alone. By the looks of it, he has for some time. Probably ever since he became a fugitive....maybe even longer....

He suppose it wasn't hard to see why he had to turned to that kind of life to begin with. No one gave a damn about him, so why should he care about anyone else either? Vegeta remembered having a similar mindset before he had met Bulma. That was a very, very dark part of his past. He knew how easy it was to get lost in that darkness. Frost didn't want *just* sex - he wanted companionship. Even if it was just for one evening.

The silence lingered in the air a bit longer before Frost sighed, laying back and closing his eyes. "....if you want to keep going, we can. If not, then we'll stop. I don't care which you pick...." he murmured. Vegeta thought for a good moment, staring down at the ice-jin beneath him - the man who now seemed nothing but pitiful and vulnerable. Eventually he made the decision to slide Frost's legs off his shoulders, letting them spread apart before he leaned forward his companion. Confused, Frost opened his eyes to see what the Saiyan was doing, shocked to see the prince connect their lips in a sweet kiss. There was no eagerness or possession in this one. Just light tenderness, keeping their lips locked together. Frost hesitantly kissed back, his grip on the bedsheets loosening. One of Vegeta's hands cradled the back of his head, keeping him close in their tender make out. The other hand slid around to the back of Frost's shoulders, almost holding him in a warm embrace.

The blue ice-jin could feel Vegeta's heartbeat pounding against his own chest, his warm skin pressing against his own. It was strangely....comforting. Satisfying. The embrace helped Frost melt more easily into the kiss, sighing against Vegeta's lips. When they broke it off they looked into each other's eyes, faces barely an inch apart. Frost wasn't prepared for the shockingly warm look in the Saiyan's dark eyes. "What....what're you doing?" the criminal murmured. Vegeta didn't reply. Instead he moved to the side of the ice-jin's neck, planting open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Frost moaned softly, leaning his head back to give the Saiyan better access. All the while Vegeta's strong hands rubbed his back and his head, slowly and sensually. Frost's own arms were tempted to hug Vegeta closer, but the tug of suspicion in the back of Frost's mind prevented him from doing so.

"Why are you....why are you doing this?" Why was he acting so sweet? Why was he acting so gentle? Why was he suddenly treating him with such foreign affection and tenderness? The Saiyan didn't respond right away, not until he kissed up Frost's jawline and whispered into his ear. "....you're not alone. Not tonight."

Frost's eyes widened, the very comment striking right through his heart. A wave of unexpected emotion washed over him, overwhelming his sensitive state. He....didn't realize how badly he needed to hear that. "Vegeta...." The blue ice-jin blinked away tears, finally raising his arms and wrapping them firmly around Vegeta's neck, hugging him as close as he could. His tail curled around his waist, pulling it flush against him as well. That seemed to remind them both of the cock buried deep inside of Frost, both of them moaning at the slight shift of movement. Vegeta felt encouraged to move his hips, slowly at first, before he began to thrust at a steady pace. This time Frost moaned shamelessly into the air, enjoying the sparks of pleasure that shot through his body. "Ohhhh, ahhhh....Kami...!" He whimpered with every motion, hearing the wet slap that followed each thrust.

He hugged Vegeta tighter, digging his nails into his skin. His heavy breaths filled the room, barely having the energy to talk. "Good Gods, Vegeta....ahhh, ahhh....m-more! Please!" he whined. Vegeta growled into Frost's neck. He increased the pace of his thrusts, going harder and faster into Frost's tight cunt. This finally caused Frost to cry out in delight. "Ahhhh! Kami, Vegeta! Mmm! Mmm!" he whimpered. One of his hands slid up to thread through Vegeta's soft hair, pressing his face deeper against his neck. The Saiyan happily continued his affectionate kisses and bites, lowering down to his collarbone. Though with the heat and excitement rising up, and Frost's moans only further encouraging him, it was becoming difficult to hold back his Saiyan instincts. "D-Dammit....can't....hold back...." he grunted. Frost had heard him, only a bit confused by what he meant. But he didn't care.

"T-Then don't hold back...!" Frost murmured. That seemed to snap the last bit of Vegeta's self control. He suddenly held Frost as close as he could before he began to ram into him, thrusting into the tight warmth as much as possible. The blue ice-jin threw his head back and screamed in pleasure, letting the sensations rock him to the core - quite literally, as his body was mercilessly rocked back and forth and pressed down into the mattress. "AHHH! OHHH! Oh Gods, you - Vegeta, this - Kami, I-I feel-" Nothing but nonsense tumbled out of Frost's lips, until he could only let his eyes roll back and cry out in ecstacy. Vegeta growled and finally sank his teeth into the side of Frost's neck, creating a small wound that would form a mating mark. Brief pain burst upon that spot, but it felt far more pleasurable than anything to Frost. In fact, it only emphasized his sensual state.

He began to whine as the pleasure started to intensify, pooling significantly within his abdomen. "K-Kami, you....you're gonna m-make me...!" Frost tried to whimper out a warning. Though Vegeta seemed keen about Frost's oncoming climax, feeling his walls spasm and tighten around his cock. He gave the small wound he created a gentle lick before locking lips with Frost again, muffling his cries for awhile longer while he drove into him. It wasn't too much longer before Frost broke the kiss and buried his face into Vegeta's chest, screaming in pleasure while he raked his nails down Vegeta's back. The Saiyan grunted, still fucking him hard and fast through his climax. He soon came as well, slamming his hips forward one last time as he spilled into the blue ice-jin's body. The warm feeling of being filled made Frost gasp, jaw hanging open as his vision briefly turned white.

There was a long moment of silence, both men simply basking in their afterglow before crashing back down onto Earth. They both panted heavily, struggling to catch their breath. Eventually Vegeta looked down at the ice-jin curled up into his chest. He seem especially effected, small tears streaming down his cheeks and giving shaky breaths, while he still clung to him like his life depended on it. "You okay...?" Vegeta asked softly, giving an affectionate rub to the back of Frost's head. The blue ice-jin gave a small nod. "Y-Yes. Just....give me a minute. Don't let go."

Vegeta nodded, keeping his arms firmly around Frost's trembling body. The blue ice-jin slowly began to relax, basking in his partner's body warmth. He felt good - more good than he's ever felt in a long, long time. But those final moments were a bit overwhelming as well - with definitely the most intense climax he's ever received - and he needed a moment to process it. Eventually he was able to calm down entirely, letting out a soft sigh before clearing his throat. "I-I'm okay now...." he murmured. Vegeta nodded, slowly releasing Frost and letting him lay back down onto the bed. He pulled himself out of Frost's tight warmth, causing the blue ice-jin to give a low moan from the loss. "....you're really alright? That wasn't too much?" Vegeta asked, raising a brow. He was surprised to see a smile spread across Frost's lips. A genuine, happy smile.

"No, it wasn't. Admittedly, I doubt I'll be able to walk tomorrow. But that....that was wonderful." he stated almost dreamily. The Saiyan gave a small half smile, satisfied with that reply. "Good. I admit, I'm impressed - not everyone can handle bedding a Saiyan like me."

"If your *human* wife was able to handle you, I don't see why I couldn't." Frost stated, earning a chuckle from the prince above him. For a moment, they stared at one another, simply content with each other's presence. Though eventually Vegeta's smile faltered, and he sat down on the mattress, looking away from Frost. "....if you wanna stay the night, you can. Shower is available if you need it. But tomorrow, you might need to move on. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us together." he explained. The blue ice-jin gave his own small frown, though he nodded in agreement. "Yes....you're probably right." he said, sitting up. There was suddenly a tinge of dread in the air, making the silence uncomfortable. Neither of them wanted tomorrow to come....neither of them wanted to separate. Or be alone again.

While Vegeta was lost in his own thoughts, wondering what the hell he was gonna do tomorrow - he blinked in surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around his chest from behind, and Frost buried his face into the back of his neck. He was about to question what Frost was doing, but decided against it. He didn't want to push away from this gentle, tender gesture. He rather liked being in this hug, reviving a warmth in his heart he thought he lost. "....thank you. For not leaving me alone." Frost murmured quietly.

"....if we're going to be lonely, might as well be lonely together, right?" Even if just for one night. This one night....they could be alone together.

Chapter Text

The day had seemed normal at first. Just another casual afternoon where everyone was minding their own business. Yoji was boredly watching TV in the living room, his body lounged out onto the couch, while Geliaden sat in his loveseat, flipping through one of his fashion magazines. Cooler was still in his bedroom, apparently sleeping in. It wasn't something he usually did - in fact he had a habit of waking up rather early, even on his days off - but both his partners assumed he was just tired from work and probably needed the extra rest. Neither of them *really* minded, but it was two o'clock now, and Yoji was getting a little irritated.

"Uuuugh, how much longer is he gonna sleep in already?!" he whined, leaning his head back. Geliaden paused from reading, raising a brow at the Truffle curiously. "Why're yew in such a mood? Did yew two have plans?" he asked. Yoji sighed, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. "Yeah. He said we could go check out the album store together. I wanted to show him my latest album release and maybe grab a bite to eat. But it's starting to get a bit late. What the hell's taking him so long?" he said, muttering the last part. Geliaden hummed, unable to help wondering himself. It wasn't like him to put off plans in favor of sleep. In fact, he usually had the opposite problem of overworking himself to death. Maybe he was feeling sick?

"That is a bit off. Maybe I'll check on him...."

However they both perked up when hearing the bedroom door creak open. Although it wasn't especially loud - almost as if Cooler was *trying* to keep quiet.

Still, the Truffle and red ice-jin both got up from their seats, letting the sound of Cooler's footsteps guide them down the hall and into the kitchen. Cooler seemed to be grumbling under his breath as he grabbed himself a water glass, filling it with water in the sink before chugging it all down. He appeared completely oblivious to his partner's presence, back turned to the kitchen entrance - that is, until Yoji spoke up. "About time you woke up, sleepy head."

Both of them were surprised to see Cooler jump, looking back at them a bit nervously before he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I....I've been awake for a few hours now, actually...." he admitted, feeling a twinge of guilt in his gut. Yoji and Geliaden blinked, exchanging confused expressions before Geliaden stepped forward. "Coola? Are yew alright? Are yew not feelin' well?" he asked. He suppose it was possible that Cooler had a cold or something he was trying to hide, but he didn't hear any sniffling or coughing, and his voice sounded normal. The purple ice-jin didn't respond right away, hesitating, before he shook his head. "I suppose you could say I'm....not feeling my best." he said.

"Oh? That's not good," Yoji approached Cooler as well, raising a hand to touch his forehead, "you don't got a fever or something, do ya?" However to his shock, Cooler suddenly flinched away from his touch, briefly looking at him uneasily. The reaction caught Yoji off guard - and hurt him a little - and his expression hardened in a more concerned, serious look. "Cooler....you alright?" he asked, more cautiously this time. Realizing what he did, Cooler frowned, looking away with a bit of shame. "I apologize. I-I didn't mean to do that...." he said. While Yoji was still worried and confused, Geliaden raised a brow. The last time he saw him this jumpy with someone touching him was....

"Wait a minute...." The red ice-jin stepped forward and reached out. And unlike with Yoji, Cooler didn't move away when his partner cupped his face, carefully feeling his cheeks before trailing his touch down to his arms. Just as he had suspected - his skin was warm to the touch.

"Now I see. It's yewr heat wave, isn't it?" Geliaden asked with a warm smile. Cooler's expression tightened, but he nodded. Suddenly Yoji perked up, realizing why Cooler had been hesitant to let him touch him. Both Geliaden and Cooler had told him about it before - heat waves were usually a month long breeding cycle spent with their partners. And the one who was "in heat" was the "recipient". And given Cooler was almost *never* in that position with both him AND Geliaden....naturally he felt a little uneasy being in such a vulnerable, submissive role. He only ever did it with Geliaden, who's been with Cooler longer than Yoji - Yoji had yet to be a part of Cooler's heat wave. Only Geliaden's, with Cooler joining them of course.

"Oh, I get it now. Sorry....didn't mean to spook ya." Yoji said, offering a half smile. Cooler looked to the Truffle with a small, appreciative smile of his own. "It's fine. And I apologize for not saying something sooner. I was just....a bit nervous, I suppose." he said. "Oh, my poor Coola," Geliaden pecked him softly on the cheek before a smile curled on his lips, "do yew wanna go back t' the bedroom? Maybe try t' make yewr little problem more bearable~?" he crooned. Cooler found himself naturally purring as he Geliaden caressed his cheek, leaning into his palm. Yoji smiled, though he couldn't help feeling he was suddenly the third wheel here. "You guys....wanna be alone? I mean, you can have the bedroom, and I can hang out in the living room. I don't wanna be in the way-"

"No." Yoji blinked, a bit surprised by Cooler's response. The purple ice-jin was silent for a moment, eyes closed, before he opened them and looked right at Yoji. "I want you to join us. I'd....appreciate if you did." he stated. He briefly looked to Geliaden and pecked him on the lips before walking towards Yoji, and taking his hand in his own. "You and Geliaden mean more than anything else to me. And it'd mean a lot to me if you were *both* a part of this. Especially since I'd only ever trust myself to you two." he said firmly. The white haired man couldn't help staring at his partner surprised, feeling a small flutter in his heart. It meant a lot to hear Cooler say that. He knew the purple ice-jin cared about him - Geliaden too - but he was also the newest addition to the couple. Cooler and Geliaden had more history together before Yoji got involved. So sometimes it was difficult to not feel a little like a second priority.

"Really? I mean, are ya sure....I don't wanna make ya feel uncomfortable or anything." Yoji stated. Cooler briefly looked away, his hold on Yoji's hand tightening. "I'll admit, the idea does make me feel a bit....nervous. But I trust you, just as I do with Geliaden. And I know you'd never cause me harm." he said. Geliaden joined Yoji's other side, taking his other hand in both his own. "Yew heard him, Yoji," he purred, "come and join us. We want yew t' be a part of this - a part of us." The white haired man looked between both his partners before he eventually smiled and nodded.

"Alright. Well, as long as your both sure, then I'd like that."

* * * *

There were a few preparations made before the trio settled in Cooler's bedroom - mostly just having some premade food and water prepared in the fridge. Heat waves were an intense time after all, and often the "participants" went without food or water for several hours. Sometimes even days on end. Yoji learned this himself when he and Cooler partook in Geliaden's last heat wave. So, it was decided early on that whenever the group came to a break from their intimacy, they'd take that time to replenish themselves and regain their strength.

And thankfully, it only took Yoji about twenty minutes to have the fridge properly stocked before he strolled back to the bedroom with an eager grin - though he blinked in surprise when seeing Geliaden was already getting busy, having taken off his spandex suit and was kissing Cooler.

"Hey! You're not starting without me, are ya?" Yoji asked with a chuckle, hurrying to be rid of his shirt. The red ice-jin looked back at Yoji with a smile, tail curling behind him. "Not at all. We were waitin' just for yew~" he crooned. The Truffle's grin widened, quickly removing his pants as well before strolling up to the bed, and climbing on with his partners. He noticed Cooler become slightly more tense when he got closer, but he took no offense. He knew this wasn't an easy thing for the purple ice-jin to do, and he just appreciated that he was letting him join. Geliaden glanced around the room, just to make sure everything was set; the lights were off to help create a better setting, there was a bottle of lube on the nightstand just in case it was needed, and the bed was made with soft, clean blankets. Something they were definitely going to need - and several more were folded and kept on standby in the closet.

"So uh, where do we wanna start," Yoji asked after a moment, looking between the two ice-jin curiously, "last time, I remember Cooler and I kinda took turns with Geliaden. Is that how we'll be doing it this time too...?" The Truffle didn't mind, he just wanted to make sure that was the plan. He wasn't going to ruin this moment by making assumptions. "Yes. That is likely how we'll proceed...." Cooler said, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Geliaden quickly spoke up though. "Before we start *anythin'* though, just t' make sure - Coola, did yew take yewr contraceptive?" he asked. Cooler's face blushed brighter, embarrassed, but he understood why he asked. It was important he took the contraceptive *today*, on the first day of his heat wave. Otherwise, it'd be ineffective and the chances of him getting pregnant would be significantly higher. And while a family sounded nice for the *future*, he was not ready for such a thing now. Not quite yet.

"Ahem, yes....I took it the moment I woke up this morning." Cooler mumbled, averting his gaze. Geliaden nodded. "Good. Then I guess we can start the fun now." he said. The red ice-jin sat up a bit on his knees and kissed Cooler again, lightly stroking his cheeks with his fingertips. Cooler allowed his eyes to slip shut, savoring the feeling of his partner's lips. Yoji watched for a few seconds before he slowly scooted closer towards the purple ice-jin, sitting beside him. He sat up on his knees to lean towards his neck, peppering a few soft kisses upon it. Cooler did not mind, but he still felt a bit on edge - Yoji could actually feel how stiff his body was under his hands. "Geez, you feel so tense, Cooler. You feeling alright?" he asked with a smirk. The purple ice-jin felt a bit too shy to respond, glancing away with a huff. Geliaden giggled at his cute behavior. "He'll be alright. He's always like this at first. We just need t' help him relax~"

The red ice-jin lowered his mouth to Cooler's collarbone, peppering a few soft kisses before gently nipping it. Cooler stifled a sound, biting his lip, while Yoji raised a brow. "Oh yeah? Not a problem then." He followed Geliaden's lead, trailing his tongue up the back of Cooler's neck before giving a gentle bite. A quiet, almost inaudible gasp slipped past the purple ice-jin's lips. Yoji's hands soon became involved, gently caressing Cooler's waist and massaging his back. It was actually kinda addicting - Cooler's skin felt so warm, almost as warm as any mammal species. It was so surreal when comparing it to the usually cool feeling of these scales. "You feel so warm....do you feel hot? Are you burning up~?" Yoji said teasingly. Cooler gave a low growl, squirming slightly. Yoji *knew* he was burning up, and that sort of talk wasn't helping!

Geliaden chuckled against Cooler's skin. "Yew should feel how warm he is *inside*~"

As if on cue he pressed the tip of his tail between Cooler's legs, right up against his crotch. A moan finally escaped the purple ice-jin, thoughtlessly rubbing himself against his partner's tail. Geliaden watched with delight, all while rubbing circles on his inner thighs and kissing his collarbone. Yoji resumed his touches behind him, tracing the muscles on his abdomen with one hand, while the other had grasped the base of his tail and was massaging it. It seemed to please Cooler quite a bit, his tail slowly curling around Yoji's forearm, as if encouraging the action. Yoji happily complied, carefully digging his fingers into any sensitive spots he could find. And while he was tempted, he resisted touching anywhere "inappropriate", at least for now. Since Cooler was more used to Geliaden, he'd let him go first.

It wasn't much longer before Cooler's body opened up, causing the purple ice-jin to shudder. Geliaden purred, moving his tail away from his partner's crotch to instead use his fingers. "Good boy~ Yew're finally showin' us yewr fun parts t' us~" he crooned. While the teasing and preparation weren't exactly needed, considering the natural lubricant Cooler was already producing, he appreciated it nonetheless. It certainly helped in having him relax, his body becoming significantly less tense. "Ohh...." Cooler moaned lowly, leaning his head back as a couple of Geliaden's fingers slipped inside him. As he did, Geliaden used his free hand to rub his own crotch, coaxing his cock out of hiding. Normally, he never cared using this specific part of his anatomy. It never did anything for him personally. But Cooler's heat waves were the very, very rare exception. Especially when he got to see Cooler moaning and crying out in delight!

"Geliaden...." Cooler murmured breathlessly. A particular curl of his partner's fingers against his sweet spot made him whine, causing the red ice-jin to bite his lip excitedly. Yoji moved away from behind Cooler, allowing Geliaden to gently push Cooler down so he was lying on his back. A rather large tent was forming in his boxers, causing him to thoughtlessly stroke himself while watching Geliaden lean over the purple ice-jin. "Yew ready, Coola~?" he purred. Cooler panted heavily for a few seconds before he wordlessly nodded, even spreading his legs further apart.

The red ice-jin gently grasped his partner's hips, pulling him closer and rubbing his aching shaft against his wet opening - Geliaden couldn't help the sigh of pleasure when soaking up some of Cooler's wonderful warmth. Without making either of them wat longer, he carefully slid himself inside his partner, both of them moaning into the air. Yoji's eyes widened slightly, a bit enthralled by the scene as he shamelessly jerked himself off. Not too aggressively however; he'd hate to finish before getting his turn.

Geliaden purred as he began gentle thrusts into Cooler, watching with hooded eyes as the purple ice-jin moaned. "Does that feel good, Coola~? Havin' me in yewr tight, cozy cunt~?" he crooned. Cooler shivered, both from his thrusts and his teasing words. He never knew how Geliaden could say such filthy things with ease - but he loved it all the same. "G-Geliaden....ahhh, ahhh...!" He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning his head back. The red ice-jin towered over him, laying himself on top of Cooler's torso and leaning towards his ear. "Yew feel incredible, handsome~ So warm and wet - yew were just waitin' for this, weren't yew~?" Cooler bit his lip to muffle another moan, thoughtlessly reaching around his partner's waist to hold him closer. "Kami, Geliaden...!" he whimpered. He couldn't help running his hands up and down Geliaden's body, occasionally reaching down to squeeze his ass. It was a particular feature he could never resist after all.

Yoji watched the scene with complete focus, his tail twitching in impatience. He'd never really seen Cooler like this before; to see him so submissive, or hear him actually *whimper* from pleasure. He couldn't help eyeing their sexes specifically; to see Geliaden pull out and bury himself back inside Cooler's cunt, seeing the natural fluids dripping with every thrust - Kami, it was gonna drive him crazy! He scooted a bit closer, though still kept his hands to himself. Yoji felt tempted to touch Geliaden in some way - maybe tease his cunt, or squeeze his tail - but Geliaden wasn't always receptive when too much attention was given to him. Maybe he and Cooler could get away with a little bit of affection here and there, but otherwise during sex, they knew better than to give Geliaden more attention than he asked for. Otherwise, Geliaden would just end up feeling *horrible* about himself. Neither he or Cooler completely understood, but they respected his wishes.

Still, Yoji wanted to do *something*.

He looked to Cooler, deciding to focus his attention on him instead. This was *his* heat wave after all, and needed it the most. He took a moment to slide off his boxers and toss them aside before crawling closer. Cooler peeked an eye open when feeling weight shift on the mattress beside him, seeing Yoji leaning closer towards him. Yoji grinned before leaning down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Geliaden smiled as he watched - though he jumped when suddenly feeling his tail being grabbed. He growled momentarily at Yoji, but soon relaxed when the white haired man led his tail towards his erect cock. Realizing what he was wordlessly asking for, the red ice-jin purred and wrapped his tail around his member, stroking it in the same movement of his thrusts. It was satisfying to hear both Cooler and Yoji moan, their voices mixing together into the air like a beautiful song.

It didn't take much longer before Cooler finally began to feel his climax coming closer. His moans became louder and more high pitched, especially as both Yoji and Geliaden sucked and bit at his neck. The pressure in his abdomen was becoming unbearably tight, and his tail coiled around the base of Geliaden's, constricting it in a tight grip. The sudden pleasure made Geliaden moan, jerking his hips forward in a strong thrust - suddenly the need to finish became too much for both ice-jin, and he moved as hard and as fast as possible. Cooler gasped, eyes widening at the sudden change of pace. "Geliaden! Kami, yes....more, more....ohhh!" The purple ice-jin arched his back and clutched onto the sheets, giving a low, ecstatic moan as he came. Geliaden bit his lip as Cooler's inner walls tightened around his cock, thrusting a few more times before he spilled into him with a shudder.

Yoji watched them contently for a moment, letting both his partners enjoy their high. Though just as he remembered, the high did not last long, and Cooler was already squirming with need. "G-Geliaden...." he murmured shakily.

The red ice-jin gave a breathless chuckle, pulling himself out of Cooler, causing his partner to whine in dismay. "Relax, Coola. We're far from done yet - but tis Yoji's turn now."

That was the Truffle's cue to take Geliaden's place, sitting at the space between Cooler's legs. Cooler's eyes widened briefly, his blush deepening. He had forgotten just how big Yoji's dick was - certainly longer and thicker than Geliaden's, bigger than his own actually! - and realizing that thing was going to be inside him suddenly made him a little anxious. He would be split in two, even if it was his heat wave! Thankfully, it seemed Yoji could read Cooler's thoughts right away, offering a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'm not just gonna shove it in - Geliaden, mind handing me the lube?" he asked, opening his palm. The red ice-jin nodded, curling his tail around the bottle and handing it to the Truffle. Cooler seemed to immediately relax as Yoji coated himself with the substance. It's possible the lube wasn't "necessary", but it did put him at ease. And it meant even more that Yoji considered it without question.

Once Yoji was ready, he looked to Cooler with a raised eyebrow. "You alright as you are? Or you wanna change your position?" he asked. Cooler paused, considering, before he turned over and laid on his front. He felt for Yoji specifically, this might feel more comfortable for their coupling. It also strangely helped him relax, focusing on the softness of the mattress instead of his racing heart. He closed his eyes and lifted his tail, allowing Yoji access to his most vulnerable parts. He flinched when Yoji grasped his hips, but otherwise remained still, even as he felt the tip rub against his entrance. "Ready?" the white haired man asked. Cooler bit his lip and nodded quietly.

A gasp slipped past his lips as the head of Yoji's cock pushed in, already stretching farther than he expected. However Yoji only pushed in a few inches before he paused to moan. "Holy shit - Kami, you *are* warm! Fuck, and so tight too...!" he muttered. You gave a few shallow thrusts, just to make sure Cooler was adjusting well, then slowly went deeper. His nails unconsciously dug into his hips when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Cooler was gasping and moaning into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut. Gods, he felt so large! He'd never felt this sort of pressure before, or felt so full! The stretch caused it to hurt a little, but pleasure overshadowed most of it. Still, his head felt cloudy as he adjusted. "Cooler? You with us?" Yoji asked gently. He could feel his palm gently petting his lower back, helping him relax. Soon another hand was rubbing the back of his shoulders, and a light kiss was pressed on the dome of his bio-gem. "Coola? Talk t' us." Geliaden purred softly. He assumed by the ecstacy on Cooler's face that he was fine, but it always better to hear for himself.

"I....I-I'm alright," Cooler mumbled, blinking his eyes open, "just go slow...." Yoji smiled and gave a small nod. He adjusted his grip before starting slow, leisurely movements, causing both him and Cooler to moan. Kami, he couldn't believe how incredible the purple ice-jin felt! He swore he barely fit inside of him! And with the intense warmth, it was tempting to ram into him mercilessly. But he wasn't going to break Cooler's or Geliaden's trust by suddenly acting like uncontrollable animal. He'd make sure *everyone* enjoyed this. By the sounds of it, Cooler definitely did so far - he was being surprisingly noisy, whimpering and whining with little to no shame. "Good lord....Yoji! Ahhh, more...!" he moaned. Yoji smirked, liking the sound of the purple ice-jin calling his name. "Yeah? Feels that good, huh?" He did a more rough thrust after that statement left his lips - he blinked in surprise when earning a cry of delight from the man beneath him. "Damn! Maybe you'll like this better...." Yoji reached out and grasped the base of Cooler's tail, squeezing it before he gently pulled against it with every thrust.

Cooler shouted out a curse, close to tearing the sheets beneath him. Geliaden bit his lip at the sight, lazily stroking his cock. Again, normally he'd it wasn't really any interest of his to have his cock touched or used at all. But heat waves had an especially unique effect on "top" partners - he would be feeling hard for awhile, even after he'd finish a few times. The same applied to Yoji. It was actually becoming obvious how desperately he wanted to cum; his jaw clenched, and he grunted as he increased his pace. Geliaden had to admit it was an arousing sight, seeing the Truffle's large sex plunge itself into Cooler repeatedly. He thoughtlessly used his other hand to go lower, rubbing his own cunt a bit before slipping a finger inside. Normally, Cooler would be staring at him shamelessly - but it was difficult to focus on anything else but Yoji pounding into him.

"Kami, Yoji! Oh Gods....don't stop....I-I'm almost...!" His words died out in a whimper. Yoji smirked, leaning over Cooler as he intensified his pace, *perfectly* striking his partner's sweet spot. "Oh yeah? You gonna cum for me, Cooler~?" he purred. The purple ice-jin eagerly nodded, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes. He gave a shaky breath when feeling Yoji's tongue on the back of his neck, before whispering in a husky voice. "Then cum for me, Cooler."

He finished his statement by sinking his teeth into his neck - not enough to break skin, but certainly enough for Cooler to cry out. Enough for the final thread to snap as he came a second time, shuddering violently. Yoji growled, giving a few more powerful thrusts before he came as well, splitting his seed inside his partner. Geliaden was beaming, thoroughly enjoying the orgasmic expressions of both his partners. They both trembled and moaned together, allowing the bliss of their coupling to blind them, before they slowly came down from cloud nine. Once they did, Yoji sat up and panted heavily, pulling out of Cooler. Cooler couldn't help whimpering at the loss - especially as he felt warm liquid leak from his cunt. Likely from both Geliaden and Yoji. "Fuck, Cooler....that was amazing." Yoji stated, giving a tired smile.

The purple ice-jin nodded, moving to lay on his back again. He was still breathless, and had no energy to speak - but the look on his face said it all.

Geliaden and Yoji exchanged looks, smirking, before Geliaden crawled back on top of poor Cooler. "Yew still need more, handsome~?" he crooned. Cooler could only answer with an eager, silent nod, his eyes giving the most pleading look he had ever given.

* * * *

It was at least an hour before Cooler was ready to finally have a break from being repeatedly rammed into. Yoji took the chance to rush into the kitchen to retrieve water and some sandwiches he made, while Cooler and Geliaden lazily cuddled. The purple ice-jin was still trying to catch his breath, a hand resting over his forehead, while Geliaden was curled up beside him, laying his head on his chest. It was adorable how his heart was *still* racing, practically threatening to burst from his chest. "Yew feelin' alright, handsome?" Geliaden crooned, raising a brow. Cooler panted as he nodded, a smile spreading on his face.

"Yes....I'm alright. Just a bit tired." That was a bit of an under exaggeration. He was rather exhausted, but at the same time his body felt like it could keep going - heat waves were definitely something else. Geliaden chuckled, sitting up to lazily rub circles on his partner's chest. "I'm glad yew're enjoyin' yewrself. Truthfully, I think yew needed this. Just some time with Yoji and I." he stated. Cooler smiled, giving a nod in agreement. "Yeah. I think you're right...." Lately he'd been rather busy with work at his company. He and Frieza ran the majority of it, with their father to help oversee some of it. But he'd always end up overworking himself, even when it wasn't necessary. And as such, sometimes he'd be too busy to spend time with Geliaden or Yoji. Neither of them took it personally. But he felt guilty about how busy he's been....maybe he outta talk to his father about a change to his work schedule....

"Anyone feeling hungry?" Yoji said, strolling into the room casually. Sandwiches in one hand, and a couple water bottles in the other - all while his dick was still out shamelessly.

Cooler frowned. "It's not necessarily appetizing to offer food while you're nude." he muttered. However his comment only made the Truffle laugh, handing him a sandwich anyway. Cooler accepted it, too hungry to be stubborn. Geliaden giggled, accepting a bottle of water he soon chugged down half of. "Don't worry. The sooner we finish eating, the sooner I can be inside ya again~" Yoji said with a playful smirk. Cooler threw a pillow in his face, face burning brightly, causing both Geliaden and Yoji to laugh. "Now hold on! Tis MY turn after this! He's mine too, yew know!" the red ice-jin stated with a playful growl. The white haired man chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. "My bad. Hard to keep track after so many rounds." he replied innocently, taking a bite into his sandwich. Cooler rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help smiling as he took a sip of his own water.

He looked to Geliaden - the gorgeous, beautiful and clever Arcosian with breath-taking red scales. And then back to Yoji - the handsome, playful and stubborn Truffle/half Saiyan. Two men who were completely loyal to him, and cared about him, and he in turn cared about them too. He was really lucky. So fortunate to have not just one, but two amazing partners to have at his sides. And even better was getting to share a special moment like this with both of them. In the past, he never thought he'd find anyone he'd care to share his heat wave with. Not everyone could say they had two partners to spend such a vulnerable moment with....

He must be the luckiest man in the world right now.

"Alright. I think I'm ready to keep going." Yoji had already scarfed down his sandwich, taking a few chugs of water before he looked to Geliaden. "How bout you?" he asked. Geliaden had finished eating as well, and was now licking his lips while looking at Cooler with hungry eyes. "I dunno....I think I still have an appetite~"

Cooler blushed, taking the hint to set aside his water bottle and half eaten sandwich (which he knew he could finish later). Yoji smirked, briefly getting up to turn off the lights again, tail swaying behind him. "You ready for more then, big guy?" he asked teasingly. Cooler swallowed, eyeing Geliaden as he crawled towards him, already pushing him down to lay on his back. He could already feel his groin tingling with anticipation.

"Yes....I'm certainly ready for more."

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"Kikono, how much longer until we arrive at our next destination? We had better be on track." Frieza said, his statement holding a stern edge towards the end. The little yellow alien winced, tapping away on a data pad in his hand before he cleared his throat. "T-There's no need to fear, my lord. We are well on track, and will arrive in within just three days. Perhaps sooner even." he replied with a confident nod. The emperor gave a pleased smile and nodded, relaxing back in his hovering chair. "Very good. I will not have our progress interrupted or delayed due to a lack of proper planning." Frieza had been putting together this expedition for a few months now, making sure everything was in order so the trip would go smoothly. It was suppose to be a simple route to each planet under his control, just to ensure everything was going smoothly. He couldn't have his subjects lower their guards for even a moment and thinking they could pull something behind his back.

"I have also gone ahead and gathered the necessary documents you will need to fill out organized on your desk. There doesn't seem to be as much as usual." Kikono added, hoping to solidify Frieza into a good mood. Though the white ice-jin just seemed to shrug. "I will see to it soon. You are dismissed." he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. The yellow alien nodded and took his leave to the door in the far back. Berryblue watched as the doors opened and he walked out - though she smiled when seeing two other individuals walk in right after him. "My lord, perhaps it's wise to take a break from your responsibilities momentarily. You've been working nonstop for the past few days. You're starting to act no better than your brother." she said.

Frieza snickered. "Please. Don't you dare compare me to the likes of *him*. And I cannot afford a "break" at this time," he stated, holding up the data pad in his own hand and skimming over the information on it, "there is too much that needs to be done. As Kikono has said, there is paperwork that needs to be done. Afterwards, I will need to speak with the med crew, since apparently there is some sort of malfunction with the healing tank. Then there is my training session with Frost, and after that a meeting one of our commanders on Frieza Planet #626. There is always something to do, and I cannot afford to waste time-"

He paused however when Berryblue's smile widened, chuckling quietly to herself. It made the emperor raise a brow, tilting his head. "Hm? What is it? What's got you so amused?" It was rare for Berryblue to laugh *at* him so openly, no matter how sassy she might be at times. However he noticed the woman's gaze wasn't on *him*, but was looking beside him. Frieza looked to the left side of the chair, but saw nothing. Suddenly her chuckling turned into giggling, hiding it behind a hand as Frieza whipped his head to the right side. There was still nothing there. But even so, the amusement on Berryblue's expression wouldn't leave, and it was starting to irritate him. "What the hell is so damn funny?" he growled.

"My apologies, my lord. I mean no offense....she is simply very entertaining."

"What?" There was a tap on top of Frieza's head, and the emperor looked up. His expression softened when seeing a familiar pair of turqoise eyes peeking from the back of the chair, staring down at him in adoration. "*sigh* Of course it's you...."

"Hehehe, sorry Frieza. I tried to keep her busy," Frost soon came into view, circling around the chair and approaching the front with a grin, "but she was insistent to see you." The very woman that Frost was referring to was Cherbert - a sweet, kind, and affectionate ice-jin who happened to idolize Frieza in her own way. She was also one of his romantic partners, alongside Frost. The three of them had a rather unique relationship to say the least. "I understand she must be rather *bored*, but as I've told you both, I do not have the time to indulge in frivolous activities." Frieza stated, arms crossed. Of course, that didn't stop Cherbert from trying to gain his attention - she didn't hesitate to climb over the back of the hover chair and plop right inside, making herself comfortable in the emperor's lap. Frieza blinked, blushing at how close she was all of a sudden before giving a low growl. "Cherbert, we have been over this. What have I told you about-"

Cherbert ignored him entirely, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling his cheek, purring like a sweet kitten. Frieza sighed in exasperation, rubbing her forehead. There was no use trying to stop her when she was like this. Most would probably think twice before so much as even *look* in the emperor's direction, as he's killed men for less. But for whatever reason, Cherbert wasn't afraid of him - even more so, wasn't afraid to openly show affection towards him and Frost, even in public.

Frost chuckled at her adorable behavior, laying his arms on the edge of the hover chair and rested his chin on them. "Frieza, she's not *bored*. She's lonely. You've been so caught up on your stuff lately, we've both barely seen you. Can't you feel how she feels - or something - with that weird link you two have?" he asked. The emperor gave a flat frown. "That's not exactly how it works...."

Truthfully, he didn't really understand *how* it worked yet. It was strange - for whatever reason, somehow his soul and Cherbert's souls were connected, in a sense. At least that's what Whis had explained to him. He had told them that all that meant was that Frieza and Cherbert were somehow able to sense each other's emotions. This was abundantly easy for Cherbert, who accepted and embraced anything the emperor felt. For Frieza, however, it was still a bit of a challenge. It wasn't exactly in his nature to be so open about his emotions, much less be open to anyone else's. The best times he could feel her emotions was when they were at their highest peak; if she was overjoyed, or terrified, or furious, or immensely depressed, those emotions would become blatantly obvious. Either way, this wasn't really something either of them could control. It just sorta happened.

"Even if I could understand what she's feeling, it doesn't mean I can simply drop everything." Frieza stated. He allowed Cherbert to hug him a few seconds longer before he cleared his throat. "Now get out of my chair." he said firmly. Cherbert blinked, giving a small pout and stubbornly staying where she was. The emperor narrowed his eyes at her, but she wouldn't back down. "Do not make me repeat myself, my dear." he warned her. Of course, Cherbert refuse to move. That is until Frost sighed and stepped back. "Come on, Cherbert. Let's leave our grumpy emperor to finish his work." he said. The pink ice-jin stared at Frieza a moment longer before she frowned in disappointment and reluctantly hovered out of the chair.

Frost watched as Cherbert left the room, shaking his head before hovering to Frieza's right side. "You could be nicer to her. You know she cares about you."

"I'm aware. But she's also unnecessarily clingy at times." Frieza muttered, tail flickering behind him. "Just don't let your work consume you....she's not the only one who's been a bit lonely." Frost added a bit solemnly. He kissed the emperor's cheek sweetly before he took his leave, following after Cherbert. The white ice-jin's frown deepened, groaning as he rubbed at his face. It wasn't fair when they double teamed him with the guilt trip. They made a diabolical team at times. He *did* care about them both, he really did. He was just busy....he would make it up to them sometime later.

* * * *

While Frieza was locked away in his office for the time being, Frost took Cherbert down to the cafeteria for some lunch, knowing she was probably getting hungry at around this time. Though once they had both received their meals, the pink ice-jin barely seemed interested, pushing the food around with her fork while resting her cheek in her palm. Frost gave a small frown of concern, gently nudging her side with his arm. "Come on now, don't look so down. You know Frieza has a lot to do. He's just been a bit busy lately, that's all. He'll spend time with us later." he said. Cherbert gave a small nod, finally taking a few bites of mood, but she hardly seemed to enjoy it. Frost couldn't help feeling concerned. It was a little strange to see Cherbert this sad - she was almost always such an upbeat, positive ray of sunshine. Just having her wandering around the ship was usually enough to lighten the moods of the soldiers that walked past her. There had to be a way to cheer her up.

"Do you wanna help me warm up in the training room after we're finished eating? You can prepare me for my training session with Frieza." Frost said with an encouraging smile. Cherbert wasn't a strong fighter - at least, not in her current form. In fact, she usually hated fighting and the violence it caused. But she usually enjoyed learning a few basic combat lessons from Frieza and Frost (even if they did go easy on her). She liked feeling useful. However today the idea didn't seem to interest her, not even enough to make her look up from her plate.

"Hmm....okay. Well, we could do some stargazing. Maybe we'll see a shooting star this time." Frost offered. That was another hobby that Cherbert enjoyed for some reason. Maybe because she was isolated for so long by herself, and didn't get to see much of the outside world before Frieza found her. But for whatever reason, she enjoyed looking at the pretty little lights that stood out in the vast darkness of space. Her eyes would practically light up whenever she spotted a planet or a shooting star. That idea almost never failed to make her tail wag....except this time, apparently. Cherbert merely gave a small shake of her head before she took another bite of food, her tail drooping lifelessly behind her. The criminal sighed, surprised that not even that idea caught her interest. Frieza and his stupid work - he understood he was an emperor, and had important responsibilities. But Kami, he knew he could take a break if he just wasn't so stubborn! It's been like this for over a week too....maybe he could do something to snap him out of it.

"Alright, you know what," Frost stated with a smirk, "I've got a fun idea~"

Cherbert paused, raising a brow curiously. Frost quickly insisted she finish her lunch, and once they were both finished eating, he went to their bedroom to quickly retrieve his personal data pad. The pink ice-jin was a little confused what her partner's plan was, but followed him as she was led out the bedroom and down the hall. She soon realized they were approaching Frieza's office, recognizing his office door up ahead. Cherbert grabbed Frost's arm to stop, pointing at the door and shaking her head. Frost merely rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. We're not suppose to go into Frieza's office. And we won't - we're just gonna have a little fun~"

Frost hadn't done this in awhile, and last time he did Frieza scolded him for it. So for some time, he didn't do it - but Frieza was acting like a grumpy gus, and Cherbert needed some cheering up. So this seemed like the perfect idea. The criminal sat down against the hallway wall, sitting beside the office door, and Cherbert joined his side. She tilted her head as Frost typed away on the data pad, watching in confusion as he typed in what appeared to be several different codes. It didn't take long for Frost to have everything set up to his liking. "Now, just try to keep quiet, or Frieza will hear us - oh who am I kidding, you never say a word. I don't have to worry about you being quiet." The blue ice-jin typed in a few things before pressing a green button on his screen.

Inside the office, Frieza was filling out the paperwork Kikono had told him about. Boring, meaningless status reports that just needed to be looked over before Frieza signed off on them. It was tedious work, really, but it needed to be done. And at least the pile wasn't as big this time-

He blinked when hearing a beeping sound from his printer. The emperor glanced to the right, seeing the printer begin to spew out a piece of paper. And then another one. And another one, and another one. It didn't seem to stop. "What in...?" He hadn't even turned on the printer, so what in the world could it be trying to print? He stood up and strolled over to the machine, picking up one of the papers to see what was printed on it, only for it to be completely blank. "That's odd...." The emperor shrugged and turned the printer off, then turned to walk back to his desk. However, Frieza paused when seeing his computer screen - seeing that it was not only turned on, but was also playing some rather ear-grating dance music. "What?! Grrgh, what is this?" he growled. He reached for the mouse and tried to click out of whatever source the music was coming from. Somehow, he turned it off, but just as suddenly, some random TV show from whatever planet was starting to play. By the looks of it, it was apparently some sort of gameshow.

"For the love of - this is not what I want!" When he couldn't click out of the stupid show, he resulted to pressing the power button and shutting the computer off. Out in the hall, Frost and Cherbert were quietly giggling, watching everything that was happening inside from the security camera Frost had hacked into. "I used to use these hacking skills to get onto different ships and travel throughout my old universe undetected. But now I usually have no use for them, so I mess with Frieza with these little parlor tricks~" the criminal explained with a grin. He pressed another button on his screen, this time shutting off the lights inside. Inside the office, Frieza blinked in surprise as the room went dark, then growled in frustration. "Kami's sake, is there some sort of virus overtaking our systems?" he muttered.

He marched to the light switch, which was already flipped on, and tried switching it off and on again. Thankfully it worked, and the lights went back on, but he had no idea what was causing this. Cherbert giggled as she watched from Frost's data pad, enjoying the confusion on the emperor's expression. Frost offered the pad to her, putting it in her hands. "Here, you give it a try. Just touch the colorful buttons, and it'll do something silly." he said. Cherbert nodded, glazing over her options excitedly before she pressed the green button again. Just as before, the printer came to life and started spitting out blank pieces of paper. Frieza growled, shaking his head as he approached the machine. "Again with this. I thought I turned you off." he stated. He once again firmly pressed the power button and shut it off. Cherbert's smile widened, and she turned it on again. Frieza turned it off, and she'd turn it on again. The pattern went back and forth a few times before the white ice-jin snarled.

"Stay off, damn you! Or I'll blow you to pieces!" he snapped, smacking the machine. Frost and Cherbert had trouble keeping their laughter quiet, thinking it was the silliest thing to hear Frieza threatening a stupid printer. Cherbert looked over the other buttons at her disposal, her curiosity piqued when she spotted a small blue button beside the green one. She hummed with interest, and reached out for it - and Frost stopped laughing as she did. "Wait, hold on, you don't wanna press-"

She pressed it.

Needless to say, she certainly wasn't expecting what would happen next - she definitely didn't think black ink would suddenly be shooting out from the side of the printer, splashing Frieza right in the face. "ACK!! SON OF A-" He couldn't finish his statement, too focused on holding his hands up to block off the geyser of ink. Cherbert went wide eyed, shocked at what she just did. Frost hurried to snatch the data pad back and turned off the printer. Thankfully, the ink stopped shooting out just as quickly as it had started....although now Frieza's entire face, neck, chest, and hands were covered in black ink, staining his beautiful pale white skin. "What in - gah! Of all the ridiculous, outrageous, stupid things to occur, what possessed *this* to happen?!" Frieza growled to himself, trying and failing to wipe the gunk off his face.

Frost and Cherbert stared at the data pad in stunned silence....then finally just couldn't help bursting out into laughter, the sight of Frieza's dumbfounded expression simply too amusing. The emperor paused, recognizing their laughter outside his door - and only then did the pieces start to fall into place. "Grrrrgh, FROST!! YOU GET IN HERE THIS SECOND!!"

Both Frost and Cherbert winced. "Oh shit, we're caught - bail! Bail!" They both scrambled to their feet as quickly as they could, bolting down the hallway as quickly as they could, all while still giggling and laughing. That wasn't exactly the direction Frost had planned this little prank to go, but it ended up being fun either way. Although they both knew Frieza was going to have a word with them sometime later.

* * * *

The two of them avoided Frieza for the rest of the day, just so he had some time to cool off (Frost even gave some excuse for the training session he was suppose to attend). Later that evening, when they were getting ready to turn in for the evening, Frost and Cherbert prepared the bed together. Frieza was busy in the shower - for the second time today - trying to scrub out the remnants of the ink that got on his skin. The other two ice-jin got into bed and waited for him patiently, guilty smiles still very much present on their faces. Though they tried to act more casual as Frieza stepped out of the washroom, towel around his waist and a stern look on his face. But at least he managed to wash all the ink off this time. There was a brief moment of silence, both sides waiting for the other to speak. Eventually, Frost decided to break the ice. "Did you have a good day, sweetheart~?" he asked innocently, batting his eyes. Cherbert was already giggling again.

Frieza huffed, pulling off his towel and casting it off to the dirty laundry hamper. "Is that how this is going to be? You're simply going to *pretend* you two didn't pull that outrageous stunt in my office today?" he said. Frost rolled his eyes. "Outrageous? Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit? It was just a silly prank," he insisted, not wanting to *actually* tick Frieza off, "and the whole thing with the ink was a complete accident. Honest."

"Yes, and incidents like that are why I've told you to stop hacking into my ship's systems. Last time, you blew up one of the computers in the testing lab! That was not a cheap repair to make." Frieza stated. Frost shifted himself onto his side, resting his head against his fist. "Look, we're sorry for messing with ya. I was just trying to cheer Cherbert up. And we were missing you....we've hardly been able to see you for over a week now. It's not fun waiting for you to finish up whatever task you're doing next, only for you to jump right into the next one." he said. Cherbert gave a small frown and nodded in agreement, laying flat on hers stomach to rest her chin on her arms, and look at Frieza with big, sad eyes. Frieza blushed at the look she gave him, turning away with a sigh. What happened today was irritating, there was no denying that. But he could understand their frustration....they've both been trying to be patient and waited for him to spend some time with them. It wasn't really fair to keep making them wait.

"*sigh* Yes. I realized that after I had cooled off....which is why I spoke with Berryblue, and told her and Kikono to handle the remaining tasks for the next couple of days. Until we arrive at our next destination."

Both Frost and Cherbert perked up, looking genuinely surprised by that response. "Wait, really? You did that?" Frost asked. Cherbert was already smiling widely, sitting up and tail wagging excitedly behind her. Frieza gave a small smile and nodded, approaching the bed with his partners. "Indeed, I did. So now, we can spend the next two days altogether, to do whatever we please." he stated, crawling on the mattress to sit between his partners. Cherbert immediately cuddled up to Frieza's right side, hugging around his waist and kissing his cheek. Frost smiled and joined Frieza's left side, looking at him dreamily as he hugged his arm. "That's very sweet of you to do, Frieza. This'll be a nice little break for the three of us." he said. He kissed Frieza's other cheek, making the emperor grin. "I'm sure you're right, precious...."

He slowly wrapped an arm around each partner, making sure it was a strong hold. "But, there *is* something that needs to be addressed first~" he murmured.

Cherbert and Frost blinked, both exchanging curious looks - in one swift movement, Frieza had somehow managed to whirl around and push both of them down onto their backs, just strong enough to get them to lay down. Surprised gasp slipped past their lips, caught off guard by the sudden action. Though they both paused at the devious, wicked grin on Frieza's dark lips, piercing red eyes gazing down at them with excitement. They both blushed when recognizing that look, faces turning different shades of red and purple.

"What the two of you pulled today was rather unbecoming, trying to play me for a fool~" He leaned down towards Frost first, capturing his lips in a heatful kiss, with Frost happily reciprocating the affection. When he broke away, Frost gave a breathless gasp, panting softly as his heart started to race. Frieza could already imagine how his heart must be racing, and how the nerves of his groin must be tingling with anticipation. He could feel Frost's tail flicker excitedly beside his leg. "I never knew I had such deceitful troublemakers on my ship~" Frieza turned to Cherbert next, the pink ice-jin biting her lip shyly when his gaze landed on her. He could actually sense arousal reviving within her beautiful form, despite the tinge of nerves that was hidden within that haze. That was to be expected however - one of the rare times she becomes shy is during sex. A lot like Frost, really. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut as Frieza kissed her, diving his tongue into her moist cavern to claim it as his own. When he pulled away, he chuckled lowly in the small space between them. "How terribly *naughty* of you both~" he purred, making sure it reached *both* their ears.

Both ice-jin shivered in delight, looking up in dazed anticipation as Frieza sat up. "I do believe a *punishment* is in order - don't you agree~?" Course, when he said "punishment", it was never a literal threat. He never did anything that would inflict pain, knowing full well both Frost and Cherbert didn't enjoy that sort of play. And that little statement was his way of asking for permission to continue without ruining the mood. It was merely an act in their little game, where Frieza would take complete control and they would submit to him. Frost and Cherbert exchanged looks, giving small smiles before shyly looking back up at Frieza. "W-We....suppose you may be correct." Frost murmured, with Cherbert giving a shy nod in response.

"Mmm, in that case," Frieza crooned, looking between both partners eagerly, "who shall go first~?"

"

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The sound of dexterous feet strolling down the ship's hallway rang out into the air, each one light and precise, with a direct location in mind. Frieza hummed as he skimmed the data files on the data pad he held, tail swishing this and that in thought. Kikono hurriedly followed alongside his master, wearing a nervous smile on his face. "A-As you can see, my lord, Cell's training has proven more than effective! His power is unlike anything we've seen before! It's quite surprising, I....I would dare say he rivals your own power."

That last comment was spoken with quiet hesitance, concerned such a bold claim might offend Frieza enough to strike him. Though surprisingly, only a pleased smile spread across Frieza's dark lips. "Hmph. Yes, it's just as I thought," he replied, as if it were obvious, "I knew there was potential to be seen in this android. From the moment we stumbled across his existence, I knew he would be of use to me."

It was quite the story how they actually discovered Cell in the first place; six months ago, while one of their scouts just happened to be passing by the planet known as Earth, they had picked up a strange energy signature on the planet's surface. When they went to investigate it, they came across Cell himself, having apparently just stepped out of a time machine he used to travel from the future. According to Cell, there was a malfunction with the machine, causing to him to go back a whole year earlier than he had intended. And since the androids he claimed he needed to absorb had yet to awaken - Androids 17 and 18 - he chose to seek out Frieza and continue his training with him. After he absorbed the poor scout who founded him, of course, and used their transporter ship to locate Frieza's mothership.

Naturally, Frieza had his suspicions and apprehensions about allowing such a monster into his ranks. But after hearing the tales Cell had to offer - of the Saiyan, Goku, who would lead to his ultimate defeat, Vegeta's imminent betrayal, and even the downfall of his own father - he decided that sort of a future was not one he wanted to risk taking place. He would not have his empire ripped away from his hands in such a way. Especially from a filthy monkey.

And so, Frieza took Cell in as a disciple of sorts. He personally over sought his training, for several reasons; only he was strong enough to be on par with Cell, he could ensure Cell wouldn't pull any business in his presence, and any other trainer they previously tried to enforce just ended up being one of Cell's many snacks. It seemed to work out anyway. The android and the emperor were surprisingly....compatible. Despite the bickering that would ensue between them, they could have meaningful, intelligent conversations, and even managed to get along. Cell would even offer advice on matters that Frieza would second guess. Needless to say, it made several of the other troops jealous, but none dared speak out about it - if only because Frieza would execute them, or Cell would absorb them whole.

An electronic door slid open for the emperor, and he stepped inside, his gaze immediately darting to the left wall and observe. There, Cell remained on the other side, training vigorously in solitary. A reward Frieza had allowed a little over a month ago, for remaining loyal to him. The emperor as the android moved with unthinkable speed and strength. His long, slender legs struck at the targets before him, shattered into pieces when his foot came into harsh contact. His fist would swiftly swing to his right, striking a nearby drone that was charging an energy blast. Then that long, dangerous tail suddenly struck forward behind him, knocking another nearby drone to the ground without even looking. Every attack, every action, was taken was sharp precision. Frieza allowed himself to admire the sight for a few moments longer, not even realizing his gaze was lingering from the window he observed from. He couldn't deny Cell was certainly a....*unique* looking creature. He remembered his first thought when meeting him was that he was quite grotesque. But after seeing those sharp, intimidating eyes the android possessed, and the wicked smile he would wear upon his beak, perhaps there was some....appeal to recognize....

"Um, Lord Frieza?"

Frieza blinked, snapping out of his thoughts with a small shake of his head. "My apologies, my lord, but are you feeling well?" Kikono asked, head tilted curiously. The emperor quickly cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes. I'm quite fine. I was merely taking matters into consideration." The light tint of purple blush betrayed him, embarrassed he allowed his thoughts to wander off aimlessly.

He avoided eye contact, keeping his gaze to the window as he spoke. "And the study of Cell's DNA has proven successful? Have our scientists managed to acquire much information?" Frieza asked, resuming his authoritative tone. Kikono stiffened, nodding eagerly. "O-Oh yes! Absolutely! The chemical make-up of Cell's DNA is unlike any other! It's just as he's said; he possesses DNA of humans, Saiyans, Namekians, and even your own! The combination has proven he not only acquires each warriors signature techniques, but makes him stronger as a result!" he stated excitedly. "Excellent. And once he absorbs these "siblings" he spoke of before....he should prove to be even more powerful." Frieza smirked at the idea. He was not concerned with Cell overpowering him - no matter what, Cell has only ever seen him in his current first form, not his final form at full power.

Even at his strongest, Frieza was confident Cell would still only come in second place.

"Has it been estimated how long it will take to clone more warriors such as Cell? I'm quite eager to have a proper army at my disposal." Frieza stated, tail nearly wagging with delight at the idea. However, Kikono's smile fell, suddenly looking timid as he looked down at the floor. "Uh, well....a-about that, m-my lord...." Oh great. Stuttering hesitance. That wasn't a good sign.

Frieza's own smile instantly fell as well, head turning to his servant with a raised brow. "Well, what?" he hissed.

Kikono flinched with a startled squeak, now trembling uneasily. "O-O-Our scientists have worked tirelessly for results! B-But, unfortunately, they've come to the conclusion that....C-C-Cell's DNA is so complex and finicky, that replicating it in any form could be extremely difficult. Dangerous, even! W-We could end up creating a monstrous, mindless beasts that harms our troops, as well as yourself! N-Not to mention we'd potentially be wasting resources! I-It's simply something our team doesn't want to risk...." The news was far from what Frieza wanted to hear. But....it also made sense. Cell was the only one of his kind. A unique, complex individual, hand crafted by - ugh - a *human* of all things. A man who had to go through several years of study himself to create the being they possess now.

Attempting to meddle in such a complicated process could lead to disasterous results. Mindless beasts who could turn on everything they see, or perhaps lifeless blobs that couldn't even serve a purpose. It would likely take several years of testing and perfecting before they could create another android like Cell - and even then, Cell still needed Androids 17 and 18 to perfect his current form. And they didn't have any spare androids to offer their future army, should they need them. It would be a long, tedious, irritating notion. Something they didn't have the time for. Something that Frieza didn't have the patience for.

Frieza allowed an irritated sigh to escape him before he reluctantly nodded in agreement. "Yes....unfortunately, those all would be accurate concerns to be had. I will not have anything of ours to be wasted as a result of lengthy procedures; be it resources, soldiers, staff, or time. We will not go forth in such a direction until we have a solid formula that we know for sure can determine success." he replied. His eyes were already closing in thought, trying to think of what else they could do to get the results they needed. Kikono blinked, genuinely surprised he wasn't being scolded at for the report he just made. He was quiet a minute longer, as if still waiting for that sharp tone to be turned against him. But when Frieza said nothing, the yellow alien cleared his throat to speak up.

"Indeed. T-That said, my lord....um, I-I have been informed there is *technically* another way to produce more soldiers. Without a cloning process."

Frieza's eyes snapped open, whipping his head back to the yellow alien with newfound interest. "Oh? Go on then - I'm listening."

"W-Well, in theory, it's simple. If we were to find a - ahem - a mate, for Cell to consummate with, he could create more offspring in a more "traditional" sense. As a result, we should have young, impressionable individuals we can influence." Kikono explained. He was speaking in a hopeful tone, keeping a smile on his face. And yet the tinge of nervousness hidden behind his words made it clear he was leaving something out. Something he thought Frieza wouldn't approve of. "Hmm. Yes, that is true. In that sense however, Cell will need a mate who is "physically" compatible. And by the way you speak - you already have an individual in mind." The emperor replied, narrowing his eyes sharply. Kikono swallowed heavily, hesitantly nodding his head. "T-That's right....o-our team seems to believe....*you* would be the most ideal mate."

The very suggestion made Frieza's eyes widen in surprise, genuinely taken aback by the idea. Before he could even have a chance to feel angered or offended by the notion, Kikono was quick to explain. "C-Cell already has the DNA of ice-jin in his blood! A-And as another ice-jin, y-you are capable of conceiving young! P-Plus, it's been deducted that two such p-powerful warriors such as you and Cell, would make very promising young! Or even better, p-perhaps a worthy heir you can perfect in your image....sir." Once Kikono had finished, he lowered his head and looked away, awaiting Frieza's response.

Admittedly, anger was the first feeling that came to mind. The very idea that he, Lord Frieza, allow a - a monster, like Cell, actually *mate* with him so he can bear his young! It was disgraceful at worst, and humiliating at best! However, Frieza forced the anger to sizzle away as he tried to think this out logically. Kikono....may not be entirely wrong. Cell was an exceptional warrior and fighter, and Frieza was naturally gifted from birth. And as long as both of them had ice-jin DNA, they *were* physically compatible. Supposedly, Frieza *should* be able to carry a youngling of Cell's without issue. As Kikono said, perhaps he could even bring about a strong heir, one that could stand at his side. If there was such a future where he somehow - unthinkably - perishes, perhaps preparing for such a future wasn't a bad thing.

Frieza's biggest concern lied within Cell himself. The android had yet to show any signs of deceit, or betrayal, or otherwise plan to go against him. That said, Cell was rather intelligent either. It was entirely possible he was just biding his time for an opportunity to strike. And in such an intimate, vulnerable experience like sex - *especially* during his heating cycle - that could prove to be Cell's perfect chance to absorb him and his power when his guard was down.

Perhaps he can do something as a precaution to prevent that outcome. Maybe a power restraining cuff for his ankle? At least then Frieza could overpower him if need be. It was something to at least consider....

Kikono waited anxiously for his master's reply, worried he had just set his death sentence for even mentioning this plan. But the look on Frieza's face wasn't angry. He actually seemed rather thoughtful, deeply lost in his own mind momentarily. Despite knowing it wasn't a smart idea, Kikono nervously cleared his throat before he spoke up. "Um....m-my lord?" he squeaked out. Frieza pondered on the thought a few seconds longer before suddenly waving a hand dismissively. "Tell the team I will take their suggestion into careful consideration, and will inform of them of a decision once I come to my conclusion. You may take your leave."

The yellow alien blinked, looked to the door, then back at Frieza before he bowed. "O-Of course, my lord."

He didn't hesitate to seize his opportunity to leave, practically bolting out of the room and hurrying down the hall. Frieza didn't even bother watching him leave, eyes glued on the android still training before him. Cell hadn't once slowed his movements in the last ten minutes he'd been observing. That was one thing the emperor envied of this creature - endless energy. Would that be a trait their heir could possess? It was a possibility at the least. Yes, there were risks with copulating with Cell, but....it seemed the pros far outweighed the cons.

The emperor suddenly stepped away from the window, going to the door beside it and pressing a button on the panel beside it. Cell's movements halted almost instantly, tail twitching when hearing the electronic door slide open. His mouth clicked quietly with curiosity, almost coming out as a purr as he glanced over his shoulder. The corners of his mouth tilted up into a grin when seeing Frieza enter the room, arms behind his back and standing as proper as an emperor should. "Hehehehe, you know, I was wondering when you would finally say hello. Ssseems rude to stare for so long, don't you think?" Cell asked, a dark chuckle rumbling from the back of his throat. Frieza ignored the shiver that shot down his spine upon hearing that voice. It was a voice that made him uneasy, and yet....felt alluring, all at once. He tried not to wonder why it would have such an effect on him.

"Ahem - my apologies. I'm afraid I was occupied with a conversation with Kikono." Frieza replied plainly. The android hummed, slowly turning to face the man before him. His long, slender tail swayed contently as it did, stinger held high from the ground. "Yesss, I saw~ Seemed a bit mysssterious to me," Cell crooned, folding his arms across his chest, "come on, ssspill it. What were you and the little fella talking about? Don't suppose it was about yoursss truly~?" Frieza allowed his lips to form a half smile, giving a small chuckle of his own. "In a sense, we were."

"Ooooh, do tell~"

"....it would seem a predicament has come up, Cell," Frieza began, trying to explain this situation carefully, "you see, our original plan was to clone more androids such as yourself. To create an army that I could put to use. But unfortunately, I am told replicating your "unique" DNA sequence would be....complicated, at best." The bug-man rolled his eyes, one hand dropping to rest on his hip lazily. "Tch, well I could've sssaved you the trouble and tell you that. Dr. Gero spent several years perfecting what you sssee today. It didn't just happen overnight. As they say, you can rush perrrfection~" he stated. His posture straightened as he said as such, his expression prideful. Frieza resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the android's self love in favor of moving the conversation forward.

"Yes, well in any case, creating an army in such a way doesn't appear possible....at least, not in a laboratory." Cell blinked, curiosity sweeping over his expression. He tilted his head, neck cracking at the motion. "Ahhh, you ssspeak as if you have another idea in mind." he said, waiting for Frieza to continue. The emperor found himself hesitating - he wasn't really sure why, perhaps because of some sort of anxiety - before he forced the words out from his mouth. "I have been told perhaps you can reproduce in another way. The more "old fashioned" way. With a mate who is compatible and capable of bearing your young. And given your, again, "unique" DNA, my team seems to think the most compatible suitor for the task....would be myself."

In an instant, Cell's eyes went wide, pupils practically shrinking into nothing. His tail halted to a stop, suddenly stiff as a board. It was actually startling how drastic and sudden Cell's reaction occurred - and even more disturbing when his eyes just as quickly narrowed, and his grin widened.

"Reeeeaally~?"

Frieza winced, cheeks turning pink from the sudden look of interest Cell gave him. As if a predator was staring at his prey. It was unsettling, and yet....Frieza didn't necessarily feel *fear*. Intimidation, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was strange. For the moment however, he pushed it down and cleared his throat to continue. "Y-Yes. That is correct. I suppose that is something....you're willing to do?" he asked. Cell stated at him for a good minute longer, suddenly scanning his gaze up and down the shorter emperor before he looked away, humming in thought. He rested a hand against his cheek, a strange clicking noise escaping his mouth as he thought it over. Or at least, he made it *appear* he was thinking it over - but Frieza had a sneaky feeling it was a show of sorts. Pretend consideration, perhaps to not appear too desperate.

"Hmm....well, I sssuppose if that's what your team believes is bessst, I am willing to do so," Cell finally said after a moment, slowly looking back at the emperor, "it only makes sssense that with our combined power, we could end up creating a powerful offspring." His wings fluttered behind him, his smile almost looking sweet now. "And besssides, I'd happily take the excuse to be with a cutie like you~" he added.

*That* made Frieza's face turn bright red, taken aback by the bizarre....compliment? Insult? No matter the intention, Frieza didn't care for being called such a thing. "Hmph - do not describe me with that adjective. It couldn't be more inaccurate." Frieza replied with a stern stare. What was meant to look like an intimidating glare just came off as a pouty face, making Cell stifle a laugh behind his beak. "Heh, my missstake. My point being, I happen to take a fancy to you, ssso to speak. And I know for a fact the feeling is mutual." he replied. Frieza's brows furrowed, tail flickering in agitation. "I never said such a thing-"

"You didn't have to. You don't think I notice when you ssstare at me longer than you ssshould? Or when you hear my voice, it has an effect on you - your tail is a dead give away for that matter." Cell gestured for Frieza to look, and the emperor did. His tail was jittering ever so slightly on it's own. Out of anxiety? Or perhaps....with excitement? Or even shyness? The very idea was embarrassing to think of. "Tch, pay no mind to something so meaningless-" Frieza stopped dead sentence when he looked in front of him - flinching when Cell was suddenly standing before him, *towering* over him. And just like that, another shiver shot down Frieza's spine. "Ssso then, when would we do this? My database isss more than aware that you need to be in a heating cycle to be fertile." Cell stated. Frieza took a step back, feeling a bit more composed now that there was some space between them.

"Eh, yes, well if my cycle remains consistent, it should be due to come within a month. We can plan to continue forward then." he replied, perhaps a bit more meekly than he would've liked. He felt embarrassed he couldn't seem to meet Cell's gaze any longer, a nervous pit forming in his gut. Though he paused when a large hand cupped his chin and gently tilted his head up, prompting him to look right back up at the android. How quickly Frieza's face burned up when looking deeply into the eyes of such a bizarre, yet fascinating individual. That same individual who looked down at him in adoration. "Very well. A month from now then...."

He slowly leaned down, faces inches apart, before he gave Frieza's cheek a small peck of a kiss. "I look forward to it~" He purred into his ear.

Cell released Frieza's chin and stepped back, granting him the mercy of taking his leave. Frieza was downright speechless, staring at the bug-man in shock. He opened his mouth to say something....but no words came out. And when nothing was said, he instead turned around and marched out of the room as quickly as he could, Cell's amused chuckling being heard behind him. As he hurried ahead, his hand touched the cheek that was kissed, still feeling the lingering buzz under his skin. He didn't understand what he was feeling anymore....or why his heart was racing at the idea of what would come the following month.

* * * *

Somehow, a month came by too quickly and too slowly at the same time. The entire wait felt awfully slow for Frieza. He wouldn't say he *dreaded* their little "date", but it was nerve-wracking to think about. To allow a creature like Cell to actually mate with him. And he always had constant reminders of its upcoming too; after that discussion, Cell had been a tad more bold towards the emperor with his infatuation. Nothing that crossed any borders, but still noticeable. The occasional pet name Cell would call him, the way their eye contact held a little longer than usual, a few subtle touches, such as their tails brushing together, or Cell's hand casually resting on Frieza's shoulder. He never seemed to go farther than that though - and if Frieza asked him to stop, Cell would thankfully stop then and there. And that was the only reason why it didn't truly bother him. Strangely enough, Cell's change in behavior didn't bother him....but he had yet to decide if that was a good thing or not.

Either way, the month came and left - and his heating cycle struck the emperor like lightning.

It occurred at the end of a long day. Frieza had been busy with a couple meetings, and an important inspection of the ship's systems. But as soon as he had finished eating supper, he could tell. His heat was coming, and it was going to hit him hard. He escaped into his bedroom as quickly as he could, immediately stripping himself of his armored uniform. His skin was already feeling unbearably hot. And within ten minutes, it was in full strength. Before he knew it, he found himself splayed out on his comically oversized bed, skin scorching hot to the touch, and the only article of clothing clinging to his small body being the black spandex that concealed his crotch, hiding away his sore and aching genitals.

Heavy breaths escaped him, chest heaving as he tried desperately to ignore the feeling. He knew what he had to do, the only thing he could do at the moment. Frieza was putting it off, anxious to actually put this plan into motion. To actually allow that android in his private space, during his most vulnerable moment, and allow him to actually....consummate with him. But the reminder of a future heir lingered on his hazy mind. Not to mention, every time his hand slipped between his legs, there was only one face he would envision. Those same sharp, pink eyes. That same beak curled into a smile. That same voice that purred into his ear.

The very thought made Frieza's body shudder entirely. And soon his lust bested his nerves, reaching for the scouter on his nightstand and placing it on his head. "B-Berryblue. Send Cell to me personal quarters this instant. Tell him it's urgent...."

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Cell was rather intrigued when Berryblue of all people suddenly approached him during training and announced Lord Frieza had summoned him. At first, he briefly wondered why the emperor would want to see him so late into the evening, much less at his personal chambers. Though as he strolled down the halls and the bedroom door came into view, the android's eyes briefly flickered with realization before he smiled, wagging his tail. He suppose a month *has* passed by now, hasn't it? It must've - he could *smell* Frieza's heat even from outside the room. An intoxicating aroma that made his wings flutter in anticipation, and his tail slowly began to wag with excitement. "Mmmm, thisss'll be fun, won't it~?"

He pressed the button on the wall panel beside the door, as a door bell of sorts, to signal he had arrived. Frieza stiffened when hearing the small electronic buzz. He lifted his warm, miserable body to sit up, legs swinging over the side of the mattress before his gaze meandered towards the door. He hesitated to allow them inside - knowing well who awaited just beyond that door - a small pit of nerves and anxiety still lingering in the pit of his stomach. But Frieza knew too well this needed to continue. He needed to bring forth a future heir. And at the moment, more importantly, he *needed* relief from this damnable heat that coursed through his veins.

"....enter."

He spoke just loud enough so Cell could hear him, and soon after the door slid open. Frieza forced a neutral expression upon his face, watching calmly as the silhouette of the android came into view, even in the darkness of the room. The door soon shut afterwards, encasing them both in more darkness - with the exception of Frieza's bedside window, providing a soft illumination of himself and the bed he sat upon. At that moment, he felt like it was a spotlight made him more obvious than ever. The way Cell's bright, pink eyes practically glowed in the darkness made the emperor force down a shudder. "....hmph. You look like hell."

Cell's blunt remark served as icebreaker that was much needed. Frieza blinked, a bit surprised that was how the android chose to start this interaction, before he huffed and crossed his arms. "Hmph. Yes well, I'd like to see how you'd fair in my condition." he stated. A chuckle rumbled from Cell's chest, his smile amused. "Oh yesss. I'm sure you're sssimply miserable right now, aren't you? I can tell - your ssscent is stronger than ever." he replied. Frieza blushed at that response, unconsciously squeezing his legs tighter together. As if that would achieve anything. "I apologize for the sssuffering you're currently enduring. But rest assured, we'll make this condition far more bearable in jussst a moment~" Cell's words slurred into a soft purr, that bizarre clicking noise following afterwards from the back of Cell's tongue. Frieza looked away as the android began to approach him, waiting tensely. "Indeed. Right, then let's get on with it then. No sense in wasting time." he said.

The android sat himself beside the emperor, looking down at his companion with a raised brow. "Oh? Ssstraight to the point then? That hardly sounds any at all~" Cell's long tail slithered across the smooth mattress, finding Frieza's tail and lightly curling around it. Frieza flinched, mildly startled by the touch. His eyes darted towards Cell's ankle - a bit relieved to see the power restraining cuff firmly around it. Cell followed Frieza's gaze with a quiet hum. "Berryblue informed me you wanted me to wear thisss. Not the mossst fashionable little trinket, but I hardly mind." The emperor nodded, averting his gaze to the side again. He felt a little more at ease now that he knew Cell's power was properly restrained. If he needed to fend him off for any reason, he could-

"Do you not trussst me, Frieza?"

The emperor found he couldn't reply right away. Surprisingly, Cell didn't sound offended at the possibility. In fact, he spoke as if he completely understood - which oddly brought a foreign, lingering twinge of guilt to emerge within Frieza. "....surely you could deduce why I'd have a precation in place. You have been among us for awhile now, but I have yet to understand your true agenda. Who's to say you wouldn't have attempted to make me your latest meal with that stinger of yours?" Frieza glanced over his shoulder upon finishing the statement, eyeing the same dangerous limb that gently curled around his own. "Hehehe, I suppossse that's fair. If our positions were reversssed, I'd think the same way. However, rest assured, I have no intention of causssing you harm," Cell replied smoothly, "you're of far more interest to me than jussst food~"

Frieza wasn't sure whether to take that last comment as a compliment or not, but either way it had him blushing. A quiet, surprised noise escaped his lips when he felt a hand gently cup his cheek, long claws carefully stroking the smooth skin is caressed. "Mmmm, you feel rather warm~" Cell crooned. Frieza allowed the android to slowly turn his head towards him, slowly trailing his gaze up until their eyes met. Despite the neutral expression he tried to keep on his face, Cell could see the nervous glint behind those sharp, piercing red eyes. "Hm. Feeling nervousss, are we?" he asked, tilting his head. Frieza's brows furrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly fine." He failed to take notice of how tightly his hands clenched into fists on his lap, or how his tail trembled in Cell's hold.

"You're not a good liar." Cell stated bluntly. Frieza growled in response. "I'm growing impatient. Either get on with it, or take your leave this instance." He will not be mocked by some over-grown insect in his own chambers! And certainly not while he was already dealing with an irritating heating cycle!

He fully expected some other snarky remark in response - so the soft, rumbling purr that came from Cell instead caught Frieza completely off guard. "Very well. If you insssist~" he murmured. His free hand found itself resting upon Frieza's waist, pulling the emperor closer towards him. Another surprised noise escaped Frieza, though he soon shut his eyes as Cell leaned his head down, nuzzling against his cheek affectionately. "There's no need to worry. Jussst sit back and relax....I will take care of you, my lord~"

Frieza couldn't repress the shudder that shot through his body, struggling to just allow himself to relax. Cell managed to nuzzle his beak into Frieza's neck, lightly trailing his tongue from the bottom and up along Frieza's jawline. A shaky breath slipped past the emperor's lips, whimpering quietly when the android nipped at his neck. His large hands were roaming across his body, feeling the white, chastin bio-armor upon his chest and back. Frieza's body was reacting to the attention, every nerve in his form buzzing from the light touches, craving for more. His hands managed to find the sheets beneath him, clutching them tightly in his grasp. He could feel his crotch aching in agony, bothered by the black spandex that barely concealed him, desperately needing any sort of touch or friction.

Just as Frieza began to wonder what he's truly gotten himself into, another soft nip at his collarbone made him whimper quietly, biting his lip to suppress the noise. "Mmm, such a sssensitive creature you are~" Cell crooned, his tongue clicking once more. The emperor tried to clear his throat, shoving down any other noises that attempted to escape him. "I-It's this damn heat! Of course it's going to heighten my sensitivity! It's a common effect for most - mmm!" He cut himself of with a whimper when Cell gently bit down on an especially sensitive spot on his neck, making the emperor squirm in his hold. "No need to get defensive, my lord~" the android purred.

He continued his touches as he pleased, lightly dragging his claws across Frieza's chest and abdomen, all while he busied his mouth with Frieza's neck and collarbone. The emperor was slowly melting into the touch, panting softly as he felt himself being pushed down. Before he realized it, Cell was towering over him, pinning him down with his bodyweight while he continued to please him. The mixed sensations were making Frieza's gaze bleary, blinking several times just to see the ceiling clearly. "S-Slow down. I....I can hardly...." But the emperor gave up on speaking, allowing his eyes to slip shut and succumb to the pleasurable touch he felt. Frieza's body arched into Cell's hands, and he purred softly when feeling those sharp claws lightly dance along his waist, one pausing to even trace over the gem on his chest. Cell smiled at the sight.

"There we go....finally ssstarting to relax~? Good - then maybe we can move on to the more exciting part~"

Both Cell's hands slid down lower, rounding behind Frieza to grope his ass with a gentle squeeze. Frieza gave an undignified squeak in surprise, blushing brightly, but didn't resist as Cell continued to fondle him. A soft bite on his throat distracted him, causing a quiet moan to slip into the air. He came to close to relaxing once more, melting into the touch of Cell massaging his hips....though he realized too late how a single clawed finger ran down the side of his spandex undergarments. Frieza only snapped out of his trance when hearing the loud *rip* that rung out in the bedroom, and seeing the garment tossed carelessly over Cell's shoulder. "Ghh-!"

Frieza instinctively squeezed his thighs together, and his tail shielded his crotch, trying to prevent from being seen. Cell smiled at the reaction with a chuckle. "Oh dear, getting ssshy, are we~? How adorable for our mighty emperor~" he crooned teasingly. Frieza snapped a sharp glare at the android for that remark. Though as much as he wanted to bite back with his own reply, he moved his tail to lay beside him and slowly spread his legs apart. His most sensitive, needy parts were on display, his throbbing member having slipped out a long while ago, and aching cunt dripping with slick. "As I said, get on with it...." Frieza murmured. He turned his head aside, waiting for Cell to skip to whatever was necessary. Cell raised a brow, glancing down before resting a hand upon Frieza's inner thigh - the emperor immediately stiffened at the touch.

It was not the reaction Cell was hoping for. "....I'm not going to lay a hand on you if you're not into this."

The emperor paused, puzzled by the statement, turning his head to look back at the android looming over him. "What - I thought you said you were willing to do this. That it was something that *interested* you."

"There's no fun in it if the feeling isssn't mutual. Forcing myself on an unwilling partner is jussst pathetic." Cell moved his hand off Frieza's thigh and back to his chest, mindlessly stroking the gem belong his pecs. The look in his eyes was surprisingly serious. "Tell me now - are we doing thisss or not? I won't keep going if you have no interessst." Frieza stared at the android in disbelief for a few seconds before mild irritation settled on his expression. Who would've guessed a monterous android such as this actually practiced self-restraint, or any sort of *respect*? Qualities that, for once, got in the way of what needed to be done. "....my feelings on the matter are irrelevant. More of your kind are needed for new recruits, and currently this is our best option to do so."

Cell scoffed. "Is that all you view this as? A necessssity?" he inquired. Frieza glanced away, his blush becoming brighter. "I'm not sure how else I should view it...."

A small laugh escaped Cell's beak, only further confusing the emperor. What part of this did he find amusing exactly? "Well there liesss your problem, Frieza. If you only see this asss just some item on a checklissst to be done with, naturally it'll be far more difficult to enjoy yourssself." The android's hand trailed up Frieza's chest, claws lightly trailing up his neck and cupping his cheek. "You need to relax. Forget for a moment about the "why" of thisss experience, and allow yourssself to *enjoy* it~ Sex can be *more* than just a means to reproduce, after all~" Cell spoke in a low, tender voice, his tongue clicking sweetly. Frieza blushed as their faces came closer, holding eye contact. He could feel his heart racing when seeing the man before him, and he couldn't suppress the shiver that shook through his body. "I'm....I-I'm not use to "relaxing" in this manner...."

"Mmm, well if you'll allow me, I'll help you. We were on the right track before," Cell pecked a small kiss to Frieza's cheek, nuzzling him with a purr, "perhaps try closssing your eyes. Try not to think too much, and just....enjoy yourssself~" The android's hands returned to Frieza's waist, returning to their usual caressing like earlier. The warmth and pleasurable buzzing slowly returned to Frieza's senses, eyes slowly becoming half lidded. He allowed his eyes to slid shut when Cell's beak pressed against his lips, sharing an unusual kiss. It felt strange to kiss a creature who possessed no lips, and yet....it wasn't distasteful. Perhaps it was the heat affecting him, but Frieza quickly found himself melting against his mouth.

A quiet moan was muffled against Cell's beak, making the android smile into the kiss. He resumed his soft caresses a little longer before trailing both hands back down Frieza's form. He went slower than before, more cautiously, gauging Frieza's body language. This time the emperor didn't stiffen when he rested both hands upon his soft, thick thighs. Cell couldn't resist giving them a small squeeze before trailing one hand higher up....ever so lightly grazing the tips of his claws over Frieza's cunt.

Frieza broke the kiss with a startled gasp, clutching the sheets beneath him as he whimpered. Though Cell hushed him gently with a soft, reassuring purr. "There now, you're alright," he murmured into Frieza's ear, trailing his tongue to the back of it, "tell me if you want to ssstop." The offer briefly crossed Frieza's mind before he dismissed it, spreading his legs further apart. The lust was overpowering any lingering nerves that lingered. He needed to be touched. He *needed* relief. "K-Keep going...."

Cell nodded into Frieza's neck, and continued trailing a single finger over the soaked lips of Frieza's entrance. The light touch was like electricity to Frieza's sensitive nerves, shooting through his body in sparks. The emperor whimpered quietly into the air, his tail moving to coil tightly around Cell's thigh. The android purred as he pressed his finger tip inside his partner, feeling the wetness pool over the slender digit. "My my, jussst look at you~ You're absolutely sssoaked~" he said. Frieza quivered beneath the bug-man on top of him, his breaths becoming heavier as that finger delve deeper inside him. "I bet it would be so easssy to slide myself inssside you~" Cell crooned. The thought genuinely caused Cell's arousal to spike up a notch, wings fluttering in anticipation. Though he kept his focus on Frieza for the time being, keeping him relaxed as he touched him.

Once the digit had sunk in entirely, Frieza's tight inner walls were squeezing desperately at it, nearly making it difficult to move even with the extra wetness. Frieza was gasping quietly, resisting the urge to move his hips along with Cell's finger. Even in his current state, he wouldn't look so desperate. He would still preserve his dignity. Cell was distracted by a different thought however, realizing that as tight as Frieza was, he was going to need some proper preparation. He *could* just stick to using his fingers....but he had a more fun idea in mind.

"Hmm...." Cell pulled his finger out, causing Frieza to quietly whine at the loss, though Cell calmed him with a quick kiss to his lips. "Lay on your ssstomach for me. And keep your legs apart." The emperor blinked out of his hazy thoughts and raised a brow in mild suspicion. However, he complied with the request, slowly rolling over onto his stomach and spreading his legs apart. Embarrassment crept up on him for being in such a position, face turning a light shade of pink. Did Cell plan to take him from behind? It was a more humiliating position than he would've preferred, but....not the worst thing in the world either. "I suppose to prefer to view of my behind over my face?" Frieza muttered, earning an amused chuckle behind him. "That is far from true. I happen to enjoy *all* you have to offer. But I assumed you would be more comfortable like thisss for what I have planned."

"And that would be...?" Frieza wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not.

"Tell me - what do you think of tail play~?" Cell's tail came into Frieza's view, lazily swaying in his face. It took a few seconds for the insinuation to click in Frieza's head, eyes widening and his face turning bright red. "What?! Y-You're not seriously suggesting to-"

"It's just to help prepare you for what'sss to come. I would cause you no harm - and besssides, I think you'll find it far more enjoyable than you think~" Cell explained smoothly. Frieza looked over his shoulder at the android, narrowing his eyes, then looked back at the tail above him. He was uncertain of this idea, but....he *was* aching to be filled in some way. Cell's finger felt like a terrible tease, making the ache worse than ever. With another moment of consideration, Frieza sighed and settling into the sheets and mattress. "Very well - but if there's any sort of funny business, or I wish for it to stop-"

"Then I ssstop then and there." Cell replied firmly. Frieza nodded, trying to keep himself relaxed as he waited for Cell's next move. The android's tail moved out of his view and slithered somewhere behind him. He could feel it's smooth skin sliding along one of his thighs, a gentle warning of it's destination. Frieza found himself holding his breath, waiting tensely....the tip of Cell's stinger prodded his entrance, making him whimper and squeeze his eyes shut. Cell purred above him, resting a gentle hand upon the emperor's back in reassurance before he carefully began to push his tail inside. He started with just getting the stinger in, allowing Frieza's tight, inner walls to adjust to the feeling.

Once it seemed Frieza was able to take it well, Cell pushed a few more inches of his tail in, making Frieza whimper into the sheets. It was a bigger stretch than he was use to, but there wasn't any pain. In fact, it felt *wonderfully* full, his nerves buzzing with pleasure. "Perrrfect~ You're doing well, my lord~" Cell murmured. He moved himself so he was looming over the emperor's smaller form, leaning down to press his chest to Frieza's back. "Jussst relax...." After a moment, the android slowly began to thrust his tail in and out of his partner, his every movement keen and precise. A low moan slipped from Frieza's lips before he bit his lip, refusing anymore sounds to escape. But it was difficult; every time that thick limb moved, dragging over his tight inner walls, it sent sparks along Frieza's abdomen, making everything below the waist feel utterly weak.

"G-Good Gods...." Frieza stuttered shakily. His breath hitched when one of Cell's hands grasped the base of his tail, dutifully massaging it with care. The lightest pressure from his sharp claws sent bolts of delight up Frieza's spine, causing him to coil his tail tightly around the android's thigh like a snake. Cell was pleased with the reaction. It was clear the emperor was trying to keep himself from unwinding, and yet he could hear every quiet whimper or moan he tried to muffle. "Does this feel good, my lord~?" Cell whispered in his ear. Frieza shuddered at the warmth breath that tickled his ear, grabbing fistfuls of sheets in front of him. "I-It, haa....i-it's fine, I-I suppose....you - mmm!" He bit back a moan when Cell started to increase his pace, his tail going faster and deeper. "Good boy~" Cell crooned. He leaned his head down and trailed his tongue up the back of Frieza's neck, causing the man beneath him to shiver.

Frieza could hear an audible squelching sound behind him now, an embarrassing and humiliating sign of how needy his body had become. But he couldn't bring himself to care, not when that thick limb continued to plunge into him, so deeply, making his whole body shudder with every movement. And yet it didn't feel like enough; a tiny voice in the back of Frieza's mind screamed for it to go faster, harder, deeper! His scorching body demanded satisfaction!

"H-Harder...!" Frieza murmured without even realizing it. Cell smirked, happily obeying his partner's request. He began to thrust his tail in harder, barely going another couple inches deeper - suddenly Frieza threw his head back with a strangled gasp. "Fuck...!"

The android tilted his head curiously, giving his tail another experimentally thrust. When Frieza buried his face in the sheets to muffle another swear, Cell grinned deviously. "Ahhh, did I discover your sssweet spot~?" Cell aimed for that most sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly now, going as fast as his tail would permit. Frieza was moaning into the sheets, fighting desperately to keep from crying out in delight. His mind was completely being swept up in ecstacy, barely able to even think! It was an incredible feeling, but what little of his pride still clung onto his mind didn't want to be indignant. "N-Not there....i-if you keep - mmm! - h-hitting there....y-you're gonna m-make me...!" Frieza's eyes squeezed shut when feeling an unbearable knot forming in his gut. Kami - was he about to cum?! Was something as simple as a tail really going to make him climax?! Gods, how humiliating! And yet - good lord, did he need it! He needed release! "Y-You're gonna....make me....I-I'm gonna...!" Frieza babbled breathlessly, eyes rolling back into his head.

Cell leaned down to bite the back of Frieza's neck, holding him in place while he fucked him senseless with his tail. One of his hands rested on Frieza's back, lightly dragging his claws down his sensitive body until they reached Frieza's tail, squeezing at the base. It was all too much for the emperor to resist - a few more perfect thrusts later, he was burying his face as deep into the sheet as he could, muffling a loud cry of ecstacy. Cell purred when feeling Frieza's inner walls clamp down around his tail, and fresk slick coating the limb. Frieza had went still, trembling tensely as his orgasm shook through his being. Cell helped his partner ride his thigh, thrusting his tail a minute or two longer before he slowly slipped it out. Frieza all but sunk into the mattress at it's loss, panting heavily as he came down from cloud nine.

"Easssy~ You did well, Frieza~" Cell said, petting the emperor's back. Frieza could hardly hear him, too focused on blinking his eyes so his hazy vision would clear. He slowly rolled over onto his back, wetness dripping from his core and down his thighs, and rested an arm over his face. Gods, that....he couldn't remember the last time he experienced a climax like that. Sure, he's had a couple meaningless flings in the past, but normally they were barely satisfactory. But with Cell, everything he did - the kissing, the touching, the praise - it all felt more incredible than he ever imagined! Never has he ever felt like putty in another man's hands like this!

"Are you ssstill with me, Lord Frieza~?"

The emperor swallowed heavily, moving his arm off his face to look up at the android. Those same, bright pink eyes stared down at him, gazing down at him patiently. Lust glazed over them for sure, but there was a soft tenderness behind the look he gave him as well. And perhaps a glimmer of something else....but Frieza didn't have the mind to put a name to it currently. "I....I am alright." Frieza murmured, still a bit out of breath. He wasn't sure why his cheeks felt so warm when looking at the android. Or why he felt a bizarre warmth encasing his heart at that moment.

"Good. You think you can continue to the main event?" Cell inquired. Frieza's eyes widened slightly in realization. That was right, they *hadn't* even done the main event yet! Everything up till this point had been foreplay! There was still more to come....and the thought resparked Frieza's arousal into hungry flames. His body seemed to realize it as well, the ache on his crotch suddenly burning feverishly with desire. The feeling made Frieza squirm a bit, biting his lip before he nodded. "Y-Yes...!" he said, perhaps more desperately than he would've liked.

Cell nodded, settling himself so he sat between Frieza's legs. Each of his large hands grasped at Frieza's thighs, shifting his legs over his shoulders and leaning forward. Frieza whimpered quietly, eyes lingering on the android with mild nerves dancing along his abdomen. Cell leaned forward until his forehead pressed against Frieza's, holding eye contact. This position made Frieza's legs bend at a slightly uncomfortable angle, but Frieza was too caught up in arousal to really care. The emperor felt something prodding at his entrance, and took a brief glance down - his eyes widened when seeing the large, erect member that settled over his crotch, ready to plunge inside him. Cell was....much larger, than Frieza had anticipated. Perhaps something he should've realized considering their size difference, but truthfully didn't even once cross his mind. Would it even fit...?

"Don't worry, Frieza," Cell said, recognizing the mild anxiety on Frieza's expression, "I'm not some brute. I'll go nice and ssslow~ You have my word~" he purred. The emperor glanced back up at his partner, taking in a small breath before he nodded. His arms rose to slowly wrap around the android's neck, pulling him closer, while his own tail found Cell's and moved to intertwine them together. "You ready?" Cell murmured in Frieza's ear. Frieza gave a small gulp, swallowing what little remained of his fear before he nodded. "Y-Yes...."

The android slowly pushed himself inside the emperor's tight, warm body, hissing quietly at the pleasurable sensation of being squeezed. Frieza couldn't stop the long, drawn out groan as Cell buried himself to the hilt, once again feeling stretched and full wonderfully. His dark nails scraped at the bio-armor across Cell's back, clinging onto him tightly. "Fuck....Kami, you feel wonderfully *tight*, my lord~" Cell whispered huskily. His tongue found Frieza's neck again, unable to resist tasting the smooth skin. Frieza turned his head to the side, welcoming the feeling of small bites peppering along the sensitive area. Cell's grip on Frieza's thighs tightened before the android began to move, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing back in.

Frieza's hand shot up to his mouth, muffling the undignified moan that tried to escape. That hand remained in place as Cell kept moving, thrusting *deeply* before pulling back every time. The sensation somehow felt better than Cell's tail, the warm skin of Cell's cock rubbing against him in the most perfect way! Already Frieza couldn't keep his eyes open, moaning into his hand while he held on. His dexterous feet flexed in the air, desperate to grasp onto something, anything, but were far out of reach over Cell's shoulders. The android mouth remained busy with Frieza's neck, groaning and hissing lowly into his skin as he created fresh marks. Gods, it was so much! Frieza struggled to control the volume of his voice. He couldn't allow himself to appear so needy, so desperate! He was an emperor! He couldn't....

"There's no need to keep quiet~"

Frieza blinked his eyes open, glancing at his partner above him. A wide smile was visible upon his beak. "You don't need to sssave face in here~ Right now, it's just you and me~" He softly nipped at the emperor's ear, making Frieza whimper quietly. "It feelsss good, doesn't it~? You ssshouldn't have to hide it~ Go on....let me hear you~" he crooned. Frieza's hand slowly moved away from his mouth, panting softly as a bright blush enveloped his cheeks. "C-Cell...."

An especially strong thrust made Frieza gasp into the air - and Cell took this as his green light to move faster and harder, properly thrusting into his partner. Frieza almost brought his hand up to cover his mouth again....but decided to wrap his arm back across Cell's neck, opting to hold onto him instead. He was tired of trying to quiet himself. Frankly, it was exhausting. "Ahhh, ahhh....C-Cell, ohhh...." His moans were quiet at first, embarrassment still lingering. Though it was quickly smothered away with every burst of pleasure throughout his body. "Ahhh....C-Cell! Oh Kami, Cell! Cell!" Frieza was calling his partner's name, scrambling at his back desperately. The android growled in response, wings fluttering in excitement, deepening his thrusts to the best of his abilities. There was the proper smacking sound with every down movement of Cell's hips, pressing against wet skin.

The emperor was completely caught up in his own world, crying out in delight. "Yes! Yes, ohhh! Cell! Please! Don't stop!" Cell didn't dare slow his pace, Frieza's pleas and moans music to his ears. Their tails squeezed tighter around each other, nearly inseperable now. "Ohhh, that's it....good boy~" the android growled. His nails dug into the flesh of Frieza's thighs, barely mindful enough to not break the skin. "I can't wait to fill you to the brim - to claim you asss *mine*!" he hissed. The very thought of being filled made Frieza moan, drunk on his own lust and arousal. All he could think about was Cell; the feeling of his hands, his wet tongue on his neck, the scent of the pheromones he gave off. He couldn't have enough of him! "Kami, take me...!"

It wasn't long till that tight knot returned with a vengeance, somehow more unbearable than before! Frieza was whimpering and crying out, tears pricking his eyes as he squirmed. Cell could feel Frieza was close - he wouldn't last much longer himself. He pressed himself down further atop Frieza's body, pinning him down with his weight while he rammed into him repeatedly. Frieza couldn't keep quiet even if he tried, screaming his partner's name throughout the dark room. "Cell! Cell, Cell, Cell...!"

When the final thread finally snapped, Frieza gave a wanton, whorish moan, shuddering violently at the intense sensation. Cell hissed a curse under his breath before giving a final, powerful thrust. He moaned into Frieza's neck as he split his seed deep inside him, giving every last drop he had to offer. The emperor gasped at the warmth that filled him before his eyes became half lidded, lost in a blissful high that clouded his mind.

There was a moment of silence as both men calmed themselves. The thick smell of sex hung in the air. The sheets beneath them were ruffled and wet, evidence of their intense love-making session. Even though, there was serene calmness in this moment. Both the android and emperor were completely content in that moment, enjoying the feeling of being pressed together. Cell regained his senses first, lifting his head to nuzzle Frieza's cheek with a soft purr. Frieza couldn't resist smiling and purring back, pecking a kiss to Cell's beak. As Cell began to sit up, he slowly pulled himself out of his partner, a trail of cum seeping from Frieza's cunt. "You still feeling alright...?" Cell asked.

Frieza didn't respond right away, catching his breath as his legs slipped off Cell's shoulders and fell onto the bed with a soft thud. He eventually managed to swallow and give a small nod. "Good. Take a minute to rest, catch your breath," Cell's smile slowly morphed into a mischievous smirk, "and when you're ready, we'll go again~"

Frieza's face turned red, eyes widening at the idea that they'd keep going....but his tail was already wagging lazily in anticipation, and the heat was swiftly returning. This was certainly going to be a long night.

* * * *

The emperor had no idea when he had lost consciousness - somewhere between his fifth or sixth orgasm. Maybe. Truthfully, he had lost count.

He just knew that when he awoke the following morning, he was snuggled cozily in fresh sheets, face nuzzled into a fluffy pillow. It took him a moment to recall exactly what had happened the night prior - which was why he was mildly startled by the strong arms that were wrapped around his waist. But once a familiar purring sound reached his ears, he recognized who it was, and smiled softly to himself. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping android behind him, his face nuzzled into the back of his neck. He could feel Cell's tail lazily coiled around his leg, perhaps as a sign of affection. He brought his own tail up, using the tip to gently stroke Cell's cheek. Cell hummed at the soft touch before his eyes blinked open, peering down at the emperor resting contently in his arms.

"Mmm....good morning, cutie~"

Frieza rolled his eyes at the pet name. "Don't call me that."

"Too late." Cell stated with a chuckle. He sighed as he hugged Frieza a bit tighter, mindlessly rubbing the gem on Frieza's chest. "Did you sssleep well?" he asked. Frieza chuckled, shaking his head. "I must've if I didn't so much as dream a single thought." He leaned into Cell's touch, purring softly. "Last night was....quite nice, to say the least."

"It certainly wasss~" Cell replied. He glanced down at Frieza's neck and collarbone, where several hickies could be seen against his beautiful skin. "How do you feel?" the android inquired. Frieza was surprised by the hint of concern he picked up from Cell's tone. "Perhaps a little sore. But otherwise, I feel just fine - I'm not some fragile flower, you know." he stated as Cell felt one of the emperor's short horns. Frieza raised a hand to trace one of the marks on his neck, frowning only slightly. "I suppose you could've been more thoughtful with that beak of yours though. These marks won't be easy to conceal." he said. The android shrugged. "So don't. Let everyone sssee that you're mine~" he purred. A gentle lick to the nape of Frieza's neck earned back the emperor's smile. Normally, he wouldn't *dare* allow *anyone* to claim they own him, Lord Frieza. But....he didn't mind being Cell's. It almost had a nice ring to it.

"If you're going to make such a bold claim, you best know you belong to *me* as well." Frieza said firmly.

"As you wisssh, my lord~" Cell crooned. Frieza turned his head back so he could grasp Cell's face, pulling him in for a tender, loving kiss. One that Cell melted against all too easily. He hadn't even noticed the shuffling of Frieza's tail slithering under the blankets - though he blinked when he heard an electronic clicking sound.

"Hm?" Cell pulled away and watched as Frieza brought his tail back up, grasping an item that was hooked around the end - the power restraining cuff that had been securely around Cell's ankle. The emperor observed it for a moment before tossing it aside, across the far side of the room. The android raised a brow before looking to his partner curiously. "What was that about? I thought you wanted me to keep that on? As a precaution, you said."

"....I did. That was before you gained my trust."

Frieza turned himself over so he was facing the android, a light blush dusting his cheeks, but he seemed determined. "That cuff won't be necessary anymore." Cell was genuinely surprised, not expecting such a thoughtful act of trust from Frieza of all people. He smiled in turn, pulling Frieza closer. "You sssure that was a smart idea? Like you said, I could absssorb you anytime I want to~" he said teasingly. The emperor merely chuckled in response. "Yes. You could - but you won't. I know that now." He suddenly reached out for Cell's wrist, and brought it under the sheets. The android watched curiously as he hand was guided downwards....until his fingers came into contact with the hot, wet skin of Frieza's cloaca once more.

"Now, we do still have business to complete, if we want to create a strong heir for my empire....do you plan to assist me or not?" Frieza said, murmuring the last part a bit more shyly.

Cell smiled in delight, licking his lips excitedly. He didn't need to be asked twice.

Chapter Text

"....take him back."

"No."

"Take him back."

"I will do no such thing."

"I don't want him here!"

"And you assumed I did?"

The other Cooler soldiers observed quietly in the main bridge, observing as their leader bickered with his brother over the video call, glaring harshly at the screen in front of him. "You misled me entirely! When you said you would be dispatching a new servant to join my forces, I had *thought* it was a respectable warrior that would obey me - not some perverted half monkey with a smart mouth!" Cooler growled, tail flickering in agitation behind him. He couldn't *believe* he had been roped into this entire situation! Of course Frieza wouldn't just offer him any help out of the "goodness" of his heart! He should've known better!

"*sigh* Which is precisely why *I* can't keep him. I already have three other monkeys of my own to keep under control. Including Yoji's half twin, Vegeta, who may I remind you is not all that pleasant either." Frieza stated. The violet ice-jin huffed, crossing his arms in irritation. Unfortunately, he suppose Frieza had a point. He couldn't imagine having to deal with both Vegeta *and* Yoji. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the twins were butting heads all the time, given both their stubborn personalities. But even so, Cooler didn't want *anything* to do with this! "I don't understand! If Yoji has been such an issue to you, why did you decide to only *now* make him my problem?" Cooler demanded.

Frieza stared at him for a moment - and then shrugged innocently. "Yoji happened to catch a glimpse of you during our last video call, and insisted he wanted to meet with you. I simply thought it was the perfect excuse. Besides," the white ice-jin paused, a dark grin curling on his lips, "Yoji has always seemed to be....your type." he added. *That* made Cooler's brow twitch. "Excuse me - my type?"

"Don't play coy. You're telling me Yoji doesn't remind you of a certain *someone*~? Hm~?"

Suddenly Cooler snarled. "That monkey is *nothing* like him - don't you dare make that comparison!" Of course, the statement was spoken in denial. Cooler knew well that Yoji had a *lot* of similarities with *him*. Frieza chuckled as he held his hands up in surrender, shaking his head. "Goodness. I never meant to touch a nerve. I was simply making a point." he replied. "Oh? If we're just "making points" then - should I call *her* for you?" Cooler snipped back.

That immediately made Frieza frown, and for once Cooler gained a little satisfaction from this irritating conversation. "....Yoji is *your* responsibility now. I don't care what you do with him - kill him if you wish - but I won't be interfering."

"I don't want to kill him. I just want him *gone*!" Cooler snapped, to which Frieza rolled his eyes. "You are being so dramatic. For goodness sake, how long has he been under your service? Only a week? Tell you what, I'll make a rather *generous* offer," the white ice-jin said, leaning back in his chair and resting his cheek against his fist, "give Yoji a whole month. If you can tolerate him for that long, and you still insist you want him out of your hair, I will take him back. But if you change your mind, and decide you'd like to keep him after all, then he's all yours~" he explained. Cooler shook his head with a chuckle. It was real cute that Frieza seemed convinced he'd "change his mind", as if that would ever occur. But apparently, this arrangement was the only way Frieza would remotely agree to take back Yoji. "Very well. I shall tolerate Yoji's presence for one month. Not a day longer. And I can assure you, I *won't* be changing my mind." he stated. Though Frieza merely gave a small smirk in turn.

"We'll see about that....have fun, dear brother~"

It was a good thing that video screen had finally turned off when it did, or Cooler would've blasted it to pieces himself. A heavy sigh slipped past Cooler's lips as he slunked back in his throne, rubbing his face. A whole month of dealing with Yoji....this was going to be exhausting.

"Awwww, I was hoping to stay with you longer than a month."

Cooler nearly leaped out of his skin, whipping his head back to look behind the throne - seeing the white haired half Saiyan himself peeking around it, that annoying smile still present on his face. "Oh or Kami's sake," Cooler muttered, resting a hand over his heart before giving Yoji an irritated look, "how long have you been listening?" he asked. "Mmm, enough. Enough to know that if I wanna stay with you, all I gotta do is get ya to like me~" Yoji replied, leaning over the arm of the throne and resting his head in his hands, tail curling contently behind him. The violet ice-jin narrowed his eyes sharply, then stood up to move away from the half Saiyan. "You'd need to do more than just earn my good graces. You'd have to prove your worth; prove you can actually benefit to my forces and be of use. Not just flaunt yourself to others. And I highly doubt I'd see such a thing from you-"

He paused when Yoji suddenly jumped in front of him, a curious, eager grin on his lips. "Oh~? Is that a challenge~? Cause I can win, you'll see," he reached a hand up and lightly stroked the red stripe going down Cooler's cheek, making the violet ice-jin blush bright purple, "I'll be the most useful man on this ship! Hands down! You'll see - we'll get along more easily than you think~"

With that said, Yoji casually turned around and strolled out of the main bridge, hands behind his head and whistling without a care in the world. Cooler was briefly stuck in place, thinking *way* too much about how Yoji's fingers felt on his cheek - before he shook his head with a growl. "This is going to be a long month...."

* * * *

"THOSE MINES WERE PROMISED TO *US* TO OCCUPY!!"

"WRONG!! THEY WERE PROMISED TO *US*!! NOT *YOU*!!"

"IT'S OURS!!"

"NO, IT'S OURS!!"

Cooler groaned as he rubbed small circles on the sides of his forehead, trying to calm down a migraine that was just a few moments away from eating at his mind. All while the two planet representatives on the large split screen screamed at one another - one of them a handsome, Brench man, and the other that seemed to be the same race as Zarbon. "Ahem - gentlemen, please. Can we get through this meeting without any unnecessary shouting and address each other like *adults*?" Cooler growled in a warning tone. Both representative's winced at the prince's stern tone, though almost instantly they were glaring at each other once more. "Lord Cooler, please tell him! You assured me that my people could use your mines to excavate the crystals we desperately need! Without them, we won't be able to power anything in our cities!" The ZR (Zarbon race) representative stated. However the Brench representative firmly shook his head. "Absolutely not! Lord Cooler, please inform this *brute* that you promised my people those mines! We need to collect the insect specimens inside the mines to create our healing properties!"

The violet ice-jin cleared his throat, leaning back in his throne so he could sit more properly. "Well....I'm afraid you're *both* correct. It would seem I've made a rare error in my scheduling, and arranged for both your parties to occupy the mines at the same time. I apologize for the mix-up." It wasn't like Cooler to mess up like this. He was usually far more careful with everything he did, almost to the point of perfection - but running part of an empire was a lot to manage for one man. And even some things such as this managed to slip through the cracks. "What?! But that can't be!" The ZR rep exclaimed. "What are we suppose to do then?! Surely you're not going to hand over the mines to someone else, are you?!" The Brench rep asked anxiously.

However Cooler shook his head. "Absolutely not. I promised both of you the mines, and I intend to keep my word. However, we will need to make a new arrangement to ensure everyone is satisfied - you can either agree to share the mines and both collect the resources that you require, or you can decide which of your parties can go first, and the other can occupy the mines at a later date-"

"WHAT?! No, that is unacceptable! With all due respect, Lord Cooler, we *cannot* put off this extraction! My people need those crystals right away! The current ones we have are practically drained of all their energy!" The ZR rep stated, slamming down onto his computer desk. The Brench rep sent a sharp glare at the other and growled. "I'm sure you and the others can manage without a little electricity for a week or so - meanwhile, MY people are DYING from illnesses! Our situation is far more dire, and cannot be ignored any longer!" he snapped right back. Sparks could practically be seen shooting from both sides of the screen, causing Cooler to sigh in exasperation. He really wish these tedious meetings wouldn't be so irritating to manage. Half the time, it was two opposing factions at each other throats for resources and finances. "Gentlemen, I can sympathize that you both need the mines to assist your people. So, why don't you just share the mine's occupation. Perhaps even work together-"

"And work with these monstrous, brutish lizards?! No way in hell! They'd probably just mistaken those bugs for *food*!" the Brench rep snapped. "Ha! You mean like how you'd see those crystals as another experiment for your scientists to play with?! Yeah well, you can forget it, buddy!" the ZR rep snapped back. Cooler frowned, a vein threatening to burst from his forehead as the two reps continued to shout and argue with one another.

"The mines were promised to US first!! So *we* should be the ones to occupy them!" The ZR rep growled.

"And I say my people are the ones that need it more, so *we* should be the ones to occupy the mines!" The Brench man countered back.

"Fat chance! Those mines are ours, so just wait your damn turn, Brenchie!"

"You'll have to make us, you over-grown brute! We won't be going down without a fight!"

"HA! If it's a fight you want, you got it! We'll squash you all like bugs!"

"Not if we blow you all to oblivion first!"

Cooler gave a low growl himself, gritting his teeth. Kami, he was *this* close to blowing both these moron's planets himself-

-though everyone blinked in surprise when a third screen popped up, joining the call. And a familiar white haired half Saiyan could be seen clear as day. "Whooooaaa! Holy shit, we've certainly got some tension here, don't we? Geez, and I thought Vegeta was bad at keeping his temper in check." Yoji said, looking around with amused interest. Cooler was completely taken aback, staring in brief shock before he shook his head and growled. "Yoji! What do you think you're doing - we're in the middle of a very important meeting here! I gave you no such permission to intervene!" he stated sternly. The half Saiyan hardly seemed concerned however, giving an innocent shrug. "Whoops. My bad. Honestly, I only planned on listening in. Scout's honor. But these two just wouldn't shut the *fuck* up, so I thought it'd be the perfect time to jump in."

The ZR and Brench reps were both utterly confused, staring at their screens with dumbfounded expressions before the Brench rep finally found his voice. "Uh, I'm sorry, but just who are you, exactly?" he asked. "Hm? Oh, you can call my Yoji. I'm sorta the prince's boyfriend - nice to meetcha!" Yoji replied with a cheeky grin. Cooler's face erupted in bright purple blush, completely flustered. "Silence! You are *NOT* my-"

"But anyway, that's not important. The important thing is this little dilemma, right? From what I've heard, both your people need these mines, right? One of you needs the crystals for the power, and the other needs the insects to help heal your dudes?" Yoji inquired, leaning forward and intertwining his hands together, resting his chin on top of them. Both reps blinked, but slowly nodded. "Uh, yes. That would be correct." The ZR rep replied. Yoji blinked, tilted his head, then shrugged. "Uhhh, okay then. Simple then - just share. Boom, done! Simple as that! Everyone is happy-"

"In case you haven't heard, we are NOT sharing! Not when those mines were rightfully promised to US first!" the ZR rep countered. "Tch, that may be, but my people are in far more need of it," the Brench rep replied, "and we *refuse* to share with these monsters! It's preposterous-"

"Good lord, both of you are annoying as fuck." Yoji stated bluntly. Both reps winced, taken aback by his strong language. Cooler narrowed his eyes sharply. Normally he would've definitely kicked Yoji off this video call a long time ago, but....a part of him was intrigued where this was going, and just what the half Saiyan had planned. "Look, first of all, if both your planets are in as dire a situation as you've both described, then neither of you would care about sharing the mines. Not if meant helping your people. So if you're really going to be this *petty* about squeezing together in one little tunnel, then you must not need it *that* badly." Yoji stated. That made both reps go quiet, realization dawning on their expressions as they glanced away in embarrassment and shame. "Not only that, but instead of trying to have a civilized conversation on how to work things out, you guys are just screaming at each other like little brats. In front of Lord Cooler no less - isn't that just sad?"

That earned a special blush of embarrassment from both the other men on the screen, making Yoji smile in satisfaction.

"Anyway, second thing is, you guys should be grateful that Lord Cooler is allowing you to occupy the mines at all. Or even have this meeting to discuss arrangements. He could go total Frieza on you and just - POW! - blow up both your planets out of pure annoyance instead." he added. *That* made both reps freeze on the spot, eyes going wide with fear and faces draining of color. "And quite honestly, judging by the way Cooler looks right now....I don't think he's far from taking that idea." Yoji added with an evil grin. The other two men slowly turned to look back at Lord Cooler....wincing when seeing the clear irritation splattered on Cooler's face. Just *daring* them to make a single complaint.

"See what I mean," Yoji said, "so, here's what I'm thinking - just share the mines and get what you need. And if you *really* don't trust each other, Lord Cooler can send soldiers over there to make sure everyone plays *nice*. Sound good?" Both reps swallowed heavily, exchanging fearful looks to one another....then slowly nodded in agreement. "Awesome! Then Cooler will put together the final details and message ya later. Oh, and one more thing - I'm sure an apology would go a long way to smooth things over. And a thank you, for putting up with your bullshit." the half Saiyan added. Immediately both reps bowed, bodies trembling, before they blurted out their next statements.

"We deeply apologize for our actions, Lord Cooler! Thank you for your time!"

With that said and done, both reps ended the call, logging off quicker than ever. Cooler took a moment to look up at Yoji's face on the screen, raising a brow. All while the white haired man grinned, tail wagging behind him. "So? How was that? Pretty sure I just saved ya another hour of bullshit being spewed by those two - either that, or you would've lost your temper and actually blown up their planets. And I *know* you needed them."

"....I never gave you permission to barge in on the meeting like this. I don't even know how you managed to hack into systems to do this at all," Cooler stated, crossing his arms over his chest, "that being said....I suppose it was mildly impressive how you got both those fools to shut up and agree to a solution so quickly. Though I'll thank you not to use my good name to threaten others whenever you please." Hearing that made Yoji laugh, resting his hands behind his head. "Your good name?! Dude, you're a tyrant. Admittedly, a more merciful one than Frieza, but still a tyrant. Your worries about keeping a "good name" are already out the window."

"Hm. Well, in any case, I suppose your interference wasn't *all* bad. But next time, I insist you gain permission from me before you simply decide to barge in like that again." Cooler said. "Yep! You got it, boss!" Yoji stated, giving a big thumbs up. Cooler rolled his eyes - but oddly didn't found himself not as irritated as he thought he'd be. Truthfully, he was relieved Yoji had put an end to that ridiculous meeting so quickly. "So, just to clarify, I was useful~?" Yoji asked, raising a brow. Though Cooler huffed. "Mildly. But it'll take more than *that* to keep you in my forces."

"Cool. Fair enough. I'll see ya later then - bye cutie~!" Yoji replied teasingly.

Cooler's face exploded in purple blush, standing up from his throne with a growl. "DON'T CALL ME THAT-" But it was too late. Yoji had already hung up. And suddenly Cooler found himself letting out a heavy sigh, excusing himself to get something to eat.

* * * *

A long, tired groan slipped past Cooler's lips as he boarded off his transport ship, rolling his shoulders back to relieve some tension in his body. It had been a grueling morning and afternoon on one of the nearby planets he oversaw; apparently they were dealing with an irritating rebellion that was trying to thwart attacks against the planet's leader, and as such, there was rumor that there would be an assassination attempt for the leader's head. So, begrudingly, Cooler went along for extra reenforcement - and sure enough, an assassin did attempt to eliminate the leader. Thus, leading to a long, drawn out battle that Cooler didn't care for. He hadn't struggled against the assassin. Not in the least. But it was difficult to maintain such a destructive battle while also trying *not* to kill any civiliians in the crossfire. Frieza might not care about such casualties, but Cooler *attempted* not to be as heartless.

All this to say, he'd had a very long day thus far - and it was only halfway through.

Cooler did *not* look forward to the long list of tasks he needed to take care of now that he'd returned to the mothership. "Ah, welcome back, Monsier Cooler! I presume your mission on Cooler Planet #12 was a success?" Saulza asked, ready to greet his leader at the docking bay. The violet ice-jin nodded, cracking his neck before he sighed. "Indeed. The assailant has been eliminated - whoever runs that irritating little "rebellion" will likely think twice now before attempting a stunt like this again." he said. Saulza nodded, following Cooler out of the docking bay and down the hallway. "That sounds rather promising, my lord. Of course, I'm sure you're quite exhausted after your long day. Why don't you get some rest for a little while? Or perhaps go to the medical bay and recuperate in a healing tank?" Cooler may not have struggled in the fight, but he still had quite a few cuts and bruises across his body from crashing into buildings and destroying falling debris.

"That will have to wait until later. There is still much that needs to be done before the day is over," The violet ice-jin began to explain, rubbing his forehead, "first off, we need to start the weekly examination of the ships systems. Make sure that all the workers are doing their part, see what issues there might be, and make sure everything is running smoothly-"

"Oh. There's no need, my lord - the examination has already been done."

Cooler paused, stopping dead in his tracks. Then he blinked, and slowly turned back to face Saulza. "Pardon? What do you mean it's already done?" he asked. Saulza pulled out a data pads from his pocket, typing in a few things. "I mean just that, sir. The examination is already done. The engines, the med bay, the main bridge, the labs - everywhere and everything has been personally examined and submitted." He held out the data pads for Cooler to see, and he immediately snatched it for himself. Sure enough, everything had been checked off. Detailed evaluations of every system on this ship had been documented perfectly, and even had notes on how it could be improved. "How bizarre....I don't understand. I wasn't here, so who performed the examination?"

"What do you mean? It was Yoji, my lord. He had said you ordered him to do it in your place, while you were away." Ah. Well then, that made a little more sense. Apparently Yoji really was trying to prove his worth around here. Still, this ship's examination was not something to take lightly. "Did you observe his progress? Make sure he didn't rush anything?" Cooler asked. "Yes, ser. Surprisingly, Yoji took the task rather seriously. Even asked my input on a few of the matters." Saulza replied genuinely. Hmm, well is Saulza seemed to approve of Yoji's work, it was hard to doubt him. "*sigh* Alright. I suppose that works. But even so, now we'll need to do an inventory stock. I need to see for myself that everything is in place, and put in an order of the supplies we're low on-"

"Actually, that has already been done as well."

Cooler blinked. "What?"

Saulza pressed a button on the data pad, revealing the information on the little screen. "See? He went through all of our supplies and took note of everything that was left - he even caught a thief that was smuggling our medical supplies. And afterwards, he put in the order for you. The supplies should arrive within a few days." he explained. Cooler was utterly shocked at this point. This half Saiyan actually managed to do all of that? And by the looks of it, he did it all accurately too. There didn't seem to be any grave mistakes or errors. How could one monkey do such a good job? "Huh. Very well....but, I still have a mountain of paperwork that needs to be done in my office. Several reports to go through and fill out....unless Yoji-"

"Heh. Yoji finished those as well, ser."

Okay, now Cooler had to see this for himself. He marched down the hallway, leaving a puzzled Saulza behind. Within a few minutes, Cooler found himself at his personal office, punching in the code on the side and stepping in. Sure enough, the mountain of paperwork that was present was already gone - and instead, three neatly compiled folders were laid out on his desk. The violet ice-jin hurried towards it and opened the first one he spotted, flipping through the papers inside. He could hardly believe it....it was all perfectly organized! The requests from other employees, reports about recent missions and meetings, contracts he'd made from certain factions, even payroll documents - all of it was done! Everything was perfectly dated, filled out, and dealt with! "How in the world...?"

Cooler closed the folder he held - blushing when seeing a sticky note that had a little cartoon of Yoji's face on the back, and a silly heart. The sight immediately made him roll his eyes with a sigh.

"Aww, don't like my little drawing~?"

The violet ice-jin turned towards his door - frowning when seeing Yoji himself leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets. And that same grin he could never wipe off his face. "I never gave you permission to enter my office or touch these papers. Neither did I say you could perform the examination or the inventory stock." Cooler stated. Yoji only shrugged innocently. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Always so picky about how you run things. But I knew you were going on that annoying mission today. Figured you'd be too tired to deal with busy work - so I thought I'd make myself *useful* and wrap it all up for ya! You're welcome." he replied. But Cooler wasn't *quite* pleased. "There's a reason I insist on doing these tasks myself. It's to ensure everything is done correctly and nothing is missed. I'm the emperor of this empire, and I need to handle these responsibilities-"

"For the love of Kami, do you hear yourself when you talk?" Yoji asked bluntly. Cooler paused, admittedly taken aback, giving the half Saiyan a chance to continue. "Look man, I get it. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you've got a lot of shit to do as an emperor. And as such, you gotta do some of it yourself. But there's a difference between doing your responsibilities and just overworking yourself. Half the shit you do, is just busy work you can pawn off to Saulza, or some other commander - like me. Not even Frieza did as much stuff as you did, because he knew he had more important stuff to do." he explained. Cooler's brows briefly furrowed in irritation. "I'm far better in comparison to my brother-"

"Well of course you are! But you're not gonna be of any use if you work yourself ragged, right?" Yoji practically skipped over to the violet ice-jin, smiling up and him with a grin. One that made Cooler blush unexpectedly. "You're the great Lord Cooler, aren't ya~? So why don't you get a bit of rest and relax....just for a little bit. And I'm sure you'll feel much better afterwards." He wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but Yoji spoke in a sultry voice, arching his brow a little as he looked up at Cooler with his shining, mischievous turqouise eyes. Cooler was downright speechless for a moment, finding his heart racing unexpectedly, before he could finally give a reply.

"Uh, w-well....I suppose a bit of rest couldn't hurt after all...."

"There ya go," Yoji crooned, pecking his cheek and reaching up to tickle under Cooler's chin, "and if ya want, I could possibly "help" ya relax. Just the two of us-"

Cooler growled. "Out."

"Yep! Got it! Later, boss!" With a giggle and a wave goodbye, Yoji skipped out of the office, tail wagging happily behind him. Cooler remained where he was for a solid minute before he shook his head, rubbing his burning cheeks in irritation. "Such an annoying, arrogant fool....foiling with my tasks without permission." Even so, Cooler was secretly relieved he could more or less relax for the rest of the day. But it annoyed him how he couldn't get Yoji off his mind for the rest of the day - and even more annoying when he realized it *wasn't* that annoying.

* * * *

Cooler growled as he whirled another energy ball towards a large boulder, blowing it up to smithereens. He observed as the blast exploded in front of him, dying out into smoke and falling pebbles that scattered onto the earth. Even the ground rumbled from the blasts's impact, neat cracks crawling along the surface beneath him. Effects like this were why he couldn't train on the ship - not without risking destroying the whole vessel and everyone on it. Rather, uninhabited planets such as this made for a far better training ground for him. He could destroy whatever he wanted without destroying anything of value or harming his crew. Most of the time, he would come to these planets with the Armored Squadron for better training - but strangely enough, this time he insisted he go training alone. No one understood why. Though Cooler knew far too well....he needed to clear his head.

Clear his head of *him*.

The violet ice-jin turned to another boulder nearby, this one much smaller, and swung his leg around to smash through it with his knee. It was easy enough to destroy the boulder, but Cooler soon locked onto a different target, settling for a dead tree within his sight and breaking it in half with a powerful punch. The whole time, only one man remained on his mind....that damn half Saiyan.

Cooler couldn't resist destroying every obstacle in his sight, smashing through boulders and trees left and right with several punches, kicks and energy blasts. No matter what he did though, Yoji would not leave his mind! The damn bastard had been on his mind for several days now! His snippy attitude, his smart mouth, his stubborn determination - he just wouldn't give up! For awhile now, he's continued to try to prove to be "useful"; doing Cooler's busy work, helping arrange meetings, helping soldiers with training, and even going as far as to fix some of the equipment on the ship! Cooler had a difficult time telling if he was just trying to suck up to him, or if he genuinely *wanted* to help. He would've thought he'd want to return to Frieza's command, but apparently he was wrong.

But the *real* annoying part were these growing feelings he was developing towards the half Saiyan. He didn't like Yoji, but....he didn't hate him. He didn't hate their occasional banter. He didn't hate *every* flirty comment Yoji would make towards him. He didn't hate that smug grin he'd have on his face - and he felt he *should*. So why was he drawn to his bizarre personality? Why did he find himself so focused on his unique looks? He'd never cared for anyone else *romantically* in a long, long time. Perhaps Frieza had a point....maybe Yoji did share some similarities with *him*....

Cooler had been so caught up in his thoughts, he rarely paid attention to his actions - and in the split second he whirled around to punch through another boulder, he barely recognized Yoji standing in front of him. "Hello!"

"WHAT THE-"

The emperor was barely able to stop in his tracks, his fist inches away from Yoji's smirking expression, before he gave a startled jump back from the half Saiyan. "Gods! Son of a - what are you doing here?! I gave specific orders for no one to follow me here! I'm in the middle of a very important training session!" he growled. Yoji scoffed, hands behind his head. "Clearly," he replied sarcastically, eyeing all the destruction that was around them, "seems more like your just destroying stuff to vent some anger or something. Might wanna be careful - you're showing more similarities to Frieza with every day~" he added teasingly. A comment that earned Yoji a full on snarl from Cooler, tail lashing onto the ground. "Did you come here just to irritate me? Because if you *really* wanted to prove your use, you'd be doing something on the ship."

"Hehehe, sorry. I was just having a bit of fun. But I actually did come here for a good reason - I figured you and I could have a one on one training session." Yoji stated. Cooler blinked, genuinely surprised, but it seemed Yoji was serious, already preparing himself into a fighting stance. "Might as well show how useful I am in a fight, not just with chores and paperwork. Whaddya say?" he asked, head cocked to the side. Cooler narrowed his eyes, a tad suspicious of this sudden proposition. At the same time however....he suppose Yoji had a point. He'd only seen the half Saiyan's fighting skills once or twice. Plus, who knows - maybe he'll feel better after punching him in the face.

"Hmph. You know what - you're right. If you wish to show me your skills personally, then I shall accept your challenge." he stated. He got into his own fighting stance, tail slowly swaying behind him as he became focused. "I should warn you though....don't complain when I end up sending you straight to the med bay." Cooler added. Yoji had the audacity to chuckle at his threat. "Loud and clear, boss~"

Seconds later, Yoji was suddenly in his face with a wicked grin. The fast movements caught Cooler off guard, barely having the reaction time to block the incoming punch with his arms. Yoji's fast jabs towards him had him on the defensive, trying to evade and block as many attacks as possible. In his frustration, Cooler planted his feet onto the ground and shot a large, pink energy beam with both hands. Yoji acted quicker than he expected though, managing to duck underneath the blast before he was right in his face again. As Yoji brought a knee up to kick up into Cooler's stomach, Cooler used his tail to grasp his leg, then flung Yoji away from him. Instead of smashing into the boulder like Cooler expected, Yoji landed perfectly against it, just in time to propel himself back towards him. "Not bad, big guy - that was quick thinking!"

Cooler growled, shooting several more red beams towards Yoji as he got closer. But the half Saiyan effortlessly evaded and knocked them away with his hand. "You're relying too much on your brute strength though," when Yoji came close enough, Cooler attempted to throw punches, unable to connect a single one, "you're too used to just overpowering every enemy you come across without much effort, so you're not used to dodging or working on your reflexes - another thing you and Frieza have in common."

"Stop talking about Frieza!" Cooler snapped. He tried to throw another punch towards Yoji's face - but the Saiyan took that chance to duck to the side, then deliver his own punch directly into Cooler's gut. The violet ice-jin wheezed out as the air was knocked out of his lungs, gasping in shock. "Short temper too. Though admittedly, not nearly as bad as Frieza's." Yoji added with a shrug. He whirled around and swung his leg, aiming to kick Cooler in the face. Cooler managed to jump back just in time however - Yoji only managed to graze his cheek with his shoot.

As the violet ice-jin skidded back, he took a moment to catch his breath, panting heavily a few times before feeling his cheek. It was barely a scratch, but it *was* bleeding....only two other people had made him bleed before, and that was Frieza and King Cold. This was both impressive and *very* irritating. "Hehehehe, how interesting," Cooler felt a smile forming on his lips nonetheless, "I didn't think I'd find another warrior who could hold their own against me. You're doing well - though I admit, I *am* holding back." he said. Yoji briefly blinked in surprise, before his grin swiftly returned. "Awwww, didn't want to hurt me after all~? How sweet~ But you don't need to be worried. I'm not nearly as fragile as you think." he stated. Cooler felt a dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, and a purple aura started to slowly engulf his body. "Is that so? Well then....I won't hold back anymore."

Suddenly both men were launching forward, lunging straight towards each other.

The rest of the battle from there was a blur. An array of punches, kicks, and tail whips were thrown at one another. Blasts were shot at one another, destroying everything around them. Smoke and debris filled the air. The intensity of their fight only grew by the minute. And yet....it wasn't hostile. There was no hatred or grievances behind any of their attacks. But rather a determined eagerness from both sides, almost gleefully going at one another. It turned out to be the perfect way for Cooler to unwind and just let his stresses go. He couldn't remember the last time he had a fight like this! But it was wonderful! It was almost....therapeutic! And somehow, he had a feeling Yoji *knew* he needed this stress release too....

Neither of them knew how much time had passed. But eventually, their fight finally came to an end - with Cooler having pinned Yoji beneath him against the earth, unable to get away. Both men panted heavily, eyes locked as their lungs burned for air. Cuts and scratches covered both their strong bodies, aching and burning all over. But neither of them cared in that moment. Right now, all either them cared about was each other, not once looking away from each other's gaze. They were both a little unsure of what to say at first. Until Yoji's gaze scanned Cooler up and down his heaving form, and gave a smirk. "Ya know....you look really hot like this."

Cooler blinked, taken aback - then merely chuckled, shaking his head. "Heh. Well, I suppose as long as we're being honest....you don't appear so bad yourself."

"Oh yeah?" Yoji tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Well....if you'd like, we can get off this stupid rock, head back to the ship and find somewhere a bit more comfy. Or I'm cool getting freaky here and now," he added, raising a leg to touch Cooler's hip, while his fuzzy white tail brushed against Cooler's tail, "but I figured a high and mighty prince like *you* wouldn't want to get it on in a place like this-"

He was cut off as Cooler crashed their lips together, capturing them in a searing kiss that was dizzying to the half Saiyan. Before either of them realized it, Cooler was slowly tearing off Yoji's clothes, and everything around them was blocked out in their blissful encounter....

* * * *

"Hello, dear brother. Apologies for the sudden call, but it would seem a month has passed. I've come to see if you'd like me to take Yoji back. However," Frieza trailed off, a shit eating grin forming on the screen, "I'm assuming you've changed your mind~?"

And what sight did Frieza see that led him to this assumption? Oh, just Cooler casually sitting upon his throne - while Yoji casually lounged across his lap, a satisfied smile on his face and tail wagging. And of course the not so subtle hickies and bite marks that covered *both* their bodies. All of which made Cooler frown deeply in defeat, face bright purple from an embarrassed blush.

"....kindly fuck off, *dear* brother."

With that said, Cooler ended the call abruptly with a huff. Yoji couldn't help giggling at his expression. "Whelp. Looks like you're stuck with me after all."

"Shut it....you're lucky I just happen to take a liking to you." Cooler replied sternly. But even Yoji could see the fondness in his eyes. Reassuring him that he wasn't leaving Cooler's service for quite awhile.