Series: Dragon Ball Z
Category: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Zarbon/Frieza
Warning: Yaoi, lemon, sap, PWP
Author's Note: Wonderful Zarbon/Frieza-fics by Universe inspired me to write this one. It's one of my more sensual works, even if I say so myself, and when writing it I shifted into different kind of writing-style that stuck with me for a long time.
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. If otherwise, it would have had way too much sap.
Archive: Abstract Reasoning, Yaoi Hotel.
Summary: Even in hearts of frost and vice, there can be love..

Frosted Love

He's beautiful like a dream, like a fragile fantasy. His skin is shining white in the midst of darkness, seducing me with the tender softness of a flower. I graze my fingers over the silky surface, silently devouring the velvety smoothness of his body. Mine.

His ruby-colored eyes are looking at me drowsily, wordlessly demanding me to go on. I lean down over his body, kissing his raven black lips. Mmm, soft. Feels like the silkiest feather is brushed against my mouth. I dart my tongue out, tasting his sweetness, my arms wrapping around his torso. Our nude bodies press together, close. Azure looks so dark against the snowy white. His body heat is shockingly cooler when compared to my warmth. Yet, I wouldn't want to spend my nights with anyone else but him.

Because only after the darkness has fallen, he can be mine.

I move my hands along his body, feeling the patterns and platings of his chest and stomach. Is there anything in him that isn't so perfect, so complete? No, there can't be, how could there be? He's the most gorgeous creature this universe has ever seen, both in my lifetime and in his. Yes, that is how it is, that is the truth as I know it. There can't be any other options. Never.

My lips slide down along the lines of his neck to his shoulders, then down to his chest. I can feel the muscles flexing under his porcelain frail skin as my hands move down to rest between his thighs, feeling the heat of the flesh that now pulses in excitement. I run my tongue along the curves of his pectoral muscletone, starting to rub the throbbing area of his groin. He moans softly, his body tensing under my touch, scarlet eyes squeezing shut as his fingers tangle into the green mass of my treasured hair, gripping. I am kissing his way down his stomach. My own crotch is aching in need, but I ignore it. He is more imporant. He is always more imporant.

I find myself facing his swollen manhood, drowning in the sight of the utter maleness. No matter how many times I have done this before, he never ceases to amaze me with this ultimate eroticism of his being. I lick my lips in anticipation, before twirling it's wet length around the base of his shaft. He lets out a stiffled gasp from between his teeth, crying out softly. His fingers keep grasping onto my emerald locks, informing me of his needs as his vocal cords fail him. My breath washes against the purple blush of his more than sensitive skin as I lick along his manhood, tasting him vigorously. So sweet. Like a strawberry, though I don't know what kind of thing that is. They used to grow in Vejiitasei..

Droplet of precum has appeared upon the tip of his erection, and it soon disappears in my mouth. Even sweeter. I take the tip in my mouth, suckling softly, cupping his testicles in my palms. He writhes upon the bed, stroking my hair fevereshly. Either of us hasn't said a word.

Which is only a relief, actually. I don't want, and neither does he, anything to ruin this mood.

More and more of his length is slowly taken into my mouth, in the wet vacuum of sucking. His testicles tighten in my hands, straining the thin skin that surrounds the hot flesh. I jump a little when something connects with my stomach, caressing, wrapping around my waist. I relax when realizing that it's his tail, continuing to enjoy the center of his maleness. Everything is hot around us, so hot.

I release his testicles, causing him to slightly whine in protest, moving my fingers down to the tiny crevice that lays at the base of his tale, caressing the sensitive area. His tail finds it's way in between my legs, toying with my erection that has been demanding for attention for quite a long time. My breathing is suddenly much, much heavier, almost as heavy as his was when the half of his manhood was lost in the warmth of my mouth.

He doesn't wince when I push two of my delicate fingers past his opening and into him, only cringes slightly. He wraps his tail around my manhood and squeezes hard, causing me to gasp. The sensation is painful, yet in pleasurable way, and I respond to it by pushing my digits deeper into his tightness, stretching. He is really tense now, shivering all over with the fear of a caged animal, tears of sweat have risen upon the icy completion of his skin. He needs to be tended. So with a one simple movement, I take all of his manhood that wasn't yet stuffed between my lips into my mouth, sucking hard. He arches his powerful body, moaning loudly, pulling at the long strands of my hair so hard that it hurts, even ripping some of them. I start to move my fingers in and out of him, preparing him for what will come, lapping at the smooth skin of his flesh with my tongue. His tail is still wrapped around my manhood, stroking up and down it's length that is so pitiful when compared to his. I can feel a trickle of sweat running down my spine, reminding me that I can't possibly hold back my own need for much longer.

I nearly choke when his fingers suddenly sink onto my scalp for a grab and he presses my face tightly against his throbbing groin, thrusting up in my mouth. Something warm shoots out from his shaft, filling my mouth and washing down my throat. His tail tightens it's grip with such a force that I nearly pass out in pain, then unwraps and falls limply onto the matress. His whole body relaxes, and a tiny whimper escapes from his lips.

After swallowing down everything he spilled out, I pull away from his softening member. His ruby eyes are closed, his body quivering with the aftershocks of his climax, and there's no proper word to describe the blissful expression he wears upon his face.. well, maybe peaceful, but there he never feels any peace, not even in his dreams. I know him well enough to know that.

Some day, I will bring peace to him. Some day.

I crawl upon his muscled frame, kissing him softly on the lips. He melts into the kiss, lightly brushing his lips against mine, lifting his arms up to embrace me.

Smile playing upon my lips, I lean down to whisper huskily into his ear:

"Lord Frieza, there's still something I would like to do."

His eyelids part slowly, and he stares expressionlessly at my sky-coloured face.

Then, he smiles.

"Well, Zarbon, you usually aren't satisfied until you've done that something. So get over with it", he replies with somewhat bored tone, though I am aware of the fact that he is just as eager to go through it as I am. He spreads his legs wider apart, lifting them up to my hips.

I kiss him again, toying with his tongue for a while, grabbing him by the backs of his knees to lift his legs upon my shoulders. I break away from our kiss, spitting onto my palm to lubricate my aching manhood. He smiles playfully, teasing me by rubbing his spread opening against the tip of my lenght, allowing the droplets of my pre-cum to moisten the puckered hole.

Oh, he's such a wicked, beautiful thing.

His smile twists into a grimace as I start pushing into him, sliding past the ring of muscles that guards his inmost parts until I'm in to the hilt, buried within his tight heat. He is so warm, so soft and hard at the same time. My bloody angel.

I start to thrust, carefully first since I don't want to break his completion, then harder when receiving an absolution of his unbreakability. His arms wrap tightly around my neck, holding me close to him as he grunts lowly in pleasure. His tail, which has laid bonelessly on the mattress for the past moments, is lifted up, and it's tip presses against the back of my testicles, sweetly torturing me by thrusting against their hard, round shapes. His lips and teeth are suddenly on my neck, biting, tasting my blue flesh. I growl, slamming deeper into him with all the force of my passion, my stomach becomes slick with the slight bursts of his semen as his newly recovered erection starts to leak. I grab the hard rod of flesh, stroking along it's smooth shape while fastening my rhythm.

No.. it's ending too quickly, too soon... oh, Lord Frieza.....!!!

His body arches for a final time as I scream out his blessed name, sinking as deep in his wonderful body as is possible as I come. He lets out a feverish cry, pressing his face into my dark green hair while I empty myself in him. His nails are dug into the muscled flesh of my back, drawing blood.

His skin feels so cold against mine, as it always does.

But I would never willingly pull away from it's wintery warmth willingly.

"Zarbon..." His voice is hoarse, awed. Like it usually is after these nightly sessions of ours. Our eyes meet, and I find myself drowning in the crimson seas of his eyes. So beautiful.

His lips, tiny feathers of a raven, are curled upwards.

I love you!

I kiss them, feeling him stroke my hair when I press my face against his chest as the sleep slowly claims me as it's property.

I love you too, my iced heart, I love you too.

23. November 2001