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Maybe Frieza was actually comically sick like Cell had thought; all he wanted to do was throw up. After what happened earlier that day, he considered not coming the rest of the week.. Or even just dropping out. Even glancing over at Cell's side of the dorm made him ill.
He sat with his back pressed against the small headboard, one of his pillows shoved in between them. Frieza attempted to read, to get his mind off of everything, but he couldn't shake the thought of Cell out of his mind. The dorm seemed empty without him now, the tiny room a million miles more wide. Frieza wondered if this is what it felt like to miss somebody, to actually want their presence and even crave it.
The only plus side was that Cell was in class, so Frieza didn't have to see him for a few hours at the very least. Seeing Cell would probably drive him crazy, especially the way he was thinking now. But at the same time, another part of him wanted Cell to be here with him, even if Cell didn't acknowledge him in the slightest. It was a conflict in his own brain, and Frieza didn’t know what to do or what to think of it.
Frieza had never felt like this about anyone in his entire life, so experiencing it alone with no one there to guide him was almost scary. Frieza most certainly hated asking for help, he felt like he didn’t need it most of the time, but this was one of those things where he needed someone else. Then he remembered, he had no one else except for the one person he liked, so how would he get help? He’d just have to go through with it alone, just like everything else that came his way.
Still feeling ill, Frieza placed his book on the desk and laid down on his mattress, staring right across from Cell’s bed. Though he knew that’d only make his condition worse, something didn’t want him to stop. Frieza’s eyelids grew heavy, and he eventually fell asleep.
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Cell towered over him with a sultry smile, glaring down at Frieza who was below him. From what Frieza was able to see, they were in a dimly lit bedroom, with its only light source being a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. He could barely make out everything else around him, it was simply too dark, shrouded by darkness. The air was surrounded with the strong scent of musk and sweetness, filling Frieza’s nostrils which almost made him dizzy. He took a breath out of his mouth, studying the body that was above him.
His figure sent a burning pit of fire into Frieza’s lower abdomen, making him let out another breath, this time a lot more shaky. The burning only rose, so hot it made the two of them sweat profusely from just each other’s body heat. Frieza wrapped his tail around Cell’s waist, enveloping him completely in his tight grasp. Cell chuckled at Frieza’s action, lifting his hand up to caress Frieza’s cheek.
“Cell please.” Frieza found himself whining under his breath, squirming lightly under Cell’s gentle touch. It wasn’t enough, he needed something more. “Please.”
Without any other words, Cell used the same hand that was on Frieza’s face to move lower. He descended to his neck, then his collarbones, then all the way down below the gem on Frieza’s chest. He lingered there for what seemed like eternity, Frieza’s desperation steadily growing every second.
Frieza was about to say something else, when Cell leaned down to capture his lips into a kiss. Frieza slowly kissed back, grasping Cell's neck with both of his hands. Cell trailed his hand even lower, right above..
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Frieza awoke with a small yelp, hastily sitting up in his bed. His chest heaved rapidly, wiping the sweat drops off his face. Frieza's entire upper torso and face felt hot, just how he was in the dream, yet his skin was covered in goosebumps.
“Nightmare?”
Frieza yelped again at the sudden voice, turning around to see that Cell was in his bed. How long had he been sleeping? Frieza couldn't stand this feeling anymore, even though it had been less than a day. He tried getting his bearings, taking a deep breath before even attempting to speak.
“Yeah.” He silently prayed that Cell wasn't curious enough to ask what the dream was about, because he certainly couldn't lie on the spot. He took his blanket off, his entire stature damp with sweat. “What time is it?”
“I just got here a few minutes ago.”
“Spectacular, that doesn't answer my question.” Frieza wiped his body down with his blanket, he could really use a shower from how much he sweated from just his sleep alone. The way Cell looked down at him in the dream was burned into his brain, and probably would be for a long time. This definitely awoke something deep inside Frieza, something that he wasn't ready to explore.
“Uh.” Cell looked over at the analog clock on his side of the desk, reading the bright red letters on it. “6:30.”
“That's just wonderful.” Frieza muttered under his breath to himself. It was a Friday, but either way, Frieza wasn't one to take longer naps. That usually messed up his every articulated sleep schedule. Maybe he had caught some airborne disease from being around Cell for too long.
“Oh, Frieza, I got something for you.” Cell reached down, Frieza now just noticing a small brown paper bag on the floor beside Cell's bed. Frieza watched Cell fumbling open the bag, like what inside was fragile. He took out a white cardboard cup holder, which held a plastic container of parfait with a lid and a spoon.
Frieza blinked, looking at the cup as Cell took it out the holder, carelessly tossing the cardboard across the room. It seemed to have been plain vanilla yogurt, layers of granola and various fruits like strawberries and peaches separating the yogurt. There was a full strawberry on top, but it was smooshed into the yogurt from the lid.
“I was skipping class and walking through the city, then I saw this place that sold desserts.” Cell got up from his bed, heading over towards Frieza's. “For some reason I thought of you, so I decided to get you one. Consider this an extension of my apology.”
“Oh.” Frieza took the parfait from Cell's hand, taking the plastic spoon as well. A light blush dusted his cheeks, his apology must've been genuine. Cell had never done anything as nice as this. He suddenly got shy, heat rushing to his face exactly where his blush was. “Why can't you be decent like this all the time?” Frieza looked up at Cell, trying to hide how embarrassed this had made him.
“I can if you want to.”
Cell sat down next to Frieza. Frieza opened the lid of the plastic cup, gently stirring it around with the spoon. They unintentionally locked eyes, holding it for longer than they probably should have. Frieza didn't usually like eye contact with other people, but something about this one was different. He found himself moving closer towards Cell, noticing that Cell was leaning closer to his face at the same time.
“Is that so?” Frieza hummed in a teasing manner, his tail flicking up to gently trace itself up Cell's ankle, making its way to his lower calf. It was so light that Cell didn't even register it, let alone seeing him do it. “I'm afraid that'll be a difficult task for you.”
“You think?”
Their voices were unordinarily low and soft, like someone in the same room was sleeping. The sweet scent of honey hit Frieza's nostrils, which didn't help with the mood at all. The parfait must've had honey at the top. Cell's hand brushed Frieza's thigh, barely grazing his fingertips across the skin. Frieza pretended not to feel it, in silent hopes that Cell would take things further. Just a little bit.
Cell suddenly pulled away on second thought, shifting back upwards and breaking eye contact he had with Frieza. “You should eat that, those aren't that appetizing at room temperature.” Cell sounded as though he was thinking about something entirely different, like his brain and words were on an entirely different page.
Frieza's heart was stabbed with a pin of disappointment, looking down at the desert in his hand. “I suppose you're right.” Frieza tried to mask the shame in his voice, taking a small bite of it. Maybe it was best if he did ignore it after all. He'd never get what he wanted. Frieza normally did get what he wanted, but he supposed that there was a first time for everything.