Frieza could feel his heart beginning to beat faster. He could feel himself sweating slightly as he stared emotionlessly into his ceiling. While the object of his inner torment stood waiting outside his very doors. Frieza sat up in his bed, and turned his eyes to his window, where the starry night had won its battle over the three suns. Finally after much deliberation, the Lord over all the universe made himself comfortable and called to his room's speaker,

"Fine. Let him in."

Frieza watched as the doors to his bedroom opened to a crack and the charming, delicate face of Zarbon peeked in cautiously. He spoke humbly, "Lord Frieza, I am very sorry to disturb you like this. I just…"

"It is alright, Zarbon. Come in." Frieza automatically said, his eyes trapped by the handsome man's physic. Then he said, "Come sit down next to me and tell me what you want."

Zarbon stared at him for a second of confusion, then obeyed. It was hard for him to begin speaking with Frieza's piercing red eyes staring into him, but the young man managed to get out, "Well, my Lord… I wanted to know… why you saved me like that."

Pulling his eyes away, Frieza thought for a moment, then replied, "Because I did not want anything to happen to you that would hinder your services to me."

"Oh." Zarbon was at a loss of words. Frieza looked back at him with hungry eyes and abnormal thoughts. The small alien twitched his tail uncomfortably and rubbed at his own shoulder as he looked up and down Zarbon. Zarbon took notice of his Master's funny behavior and spoke up, "You look uncomfortable, my Lord. Would you like another back rub?"

Frieza liked this idea very much so, but he made sure he did not show it. He stood from his bed and, removing his stretchable armor suit, replied with a tone of carelessness, "Oh, I suppose that would be fine."

Now it was Zarbon who's eyes were transfixed: he had forgotten just how wonderfully figured Frieza was, with his lean, flexible little body covered in glossy pink scales and white bone shells. He watched Frieza elegantly stroll over to his dresser drawers and replace his suit of armor with a red, silk bathrobe; as he placed it around himself and tied the belt around his thin waist, Frieza noticed Zarbon staring at him and decided to play a dirty game with him. As he pretended to be having trouble fitting his suit in his drawer, Frieza allowed his long thick tail to delicately rise to a slight elevation, thus pushing back the bottom of his robe and exposing his rear.

Zarbon was now more confused then ever; as he watched Frieza wave his tail back and forth in the air like a snake, he began to wonder if his Master even knew what he was doing. Is he doing this on purpose? Is this some sort of test to see how trustworthy I am? What do I do?

Frieza turned his head some to just catch Zarbon's expression out the corner of his eye; it looked like a combination of fear and desire… Frieza wondered: He looks at me in a very odd manner, as I expected. But what could he be thinking? Does he feel…attraction…to me? How could he? I am his Master! Well, I will just have to push him further…

Before the two of them knew it, they found themselves staring into each other's eyes, trapped by one another's attractiveness and beauty. There was a moment of silence, then Frieza began to walk towards his bed and its occupant…

Oh gawd no! Zarbon's thoughts panicked. Why is he coming to me like that? He must have caught me staring! Oh no, he's going to hit me, or possibly maim me! I just know it!

As Frieza neared closer and closer to him, the alien's gorgeous black lips parted and his voice came forth like a cold breeze, "You know, Zarbon, I am not often one to feel pleasure… and when you touch me… I feel just that. Pleasure…."

He took his seat right beside the tense Zarbon, saying in a soft voice, "…Zarbon… I wish to feel pleasure. Touch me. Make me pleased."

Zarbon swallowed a little, his eyes were slightly wide. Then finally he answered his Master, "Yes, my Lord… I will do whatever you wish." He almost didn't know what he said.

Frieza gave a soft laugh, and turned his back to Zarbon. Zarbon slowly lifted his hands to his Master's shoulders and began to rub his thumbs into Frieza's sockets in small gentle rotations. Then at Frieza's request, he moved his hands lower, gently but firmly massaging into his spine; Zarbon allowed is hands to travel lower and lower until they came to rest on Frieza's hips. Frieza seemed to love this and began to give out little groans, which for some reason exited Zarbon to the point that he now wished he had six arms with which to touch and rub all over the squirming alien.

"Don't stop, Zarbon… Keep going, all over me."

With his Lord not quite satisfied, Zarbon got creative: he began to massage Frieza's arms up to his elbows, feeling the powerful being's strong muscles. Then he did the same with his legs, making sure to include the thigh muscles. All the while of this, Frieza was making a lot of funny noises, and even fidgeting around a bit; once in a while though, he would utter out requests as well.

"…Around my neck, Zarbon, I'm beginning to feel a pinch…"

Zarbon did so, being sure to be a little more careful around his sensitive neck. Frieza's right hand man was even a little surprised that Frieza would allow him to touch him in such a delicate spot. At last, though, Zarbon thought Frieza had had enough by now, as he watched his Master scoot to the middle of his bed and lay down. Zarbon stood and bowed to him, saying, "Well, my Lord, I hope my procedures were to your liking. I will see you tomorrow."

Frieza gave a soft laugh and replied, "Oh, but I'm not done with you yet…" Zarbon was taken aback by this, and spun around to face his Master's little form still wrapped in his silk robe. "…Oh? Is there something else you would like me to do?" He asked with eyebrows raised. "Actually there is... Zarbon…" Frieza began, but then fell silent, so Zarbon came closer. Frieza looked up at him with a look on his face and a glimmer in his ruby eyes that Zarbon had never seen before… Frieza whispered to him, "Zarbon… I want you to lie down on me."

Zarbon was flabbergasted. He took a step forward; his gold-colored eyes were locked onto his Master's. Frieza's tail squirmed around upon his bed sheets, and the Ice-jin Prince opened up his robe slightly, whispering, "…You know you want to…"