- Guess we're goin' to stay there for a lil' longer - commented Shun, moving away from the window from which he was observing the weather conditions: it was now hours that that cursed snowstorm was raging outside and who knows for how long he would have.
- Marvelous. This was exactly what I needed to know to feel better -, the sarcastic voice of Frieza, sitting on the armchair lined with red satin in front of the lighted fireplace, reached his ears, making them vibrate with annoyance, - If only I knew how this day would have ended I would have never agreed to this little trip of yours -, he added with disappointment, throwing him a glare, as if he had caused the snow storm to arrive.
- Just so you know, I may be a powerful demon now, but I have no way to make the weather change at my command, neither I can see the future, so stop whining about it and do something useful instead -.
- Like what? The only useful thing I could do right now is to kill you so to end your suffering about the cold, since your outfit is really not adequate to this kind of situation -.
In fact Shun had to admit it, the fact that he was in just a T-shirt and shorts certainly didn't help to make him feel less cold, despite the fact that he was still dressed compared to the other. - Says the one who is practically naked all time long -, he replied,- Also I would really love to see you try. Last time I checked your powers were way lower than mine, and I really don't think that in 2 days you have gained enough strength to beat me up -.
If only eyes could set you on fire... Frieza thought, but he limited himself to grinning as usual, flaunting superiority, before replying: - For your information I am a demon of the cold so snow and ice don't bother me anyway. Also, my species doesn't need dresses or outfits whatsoever, we are perfect and not afraid to show ourselves to the world, even if they don't deserve to spare either a little glance at our person -.
Pompuos little bastard... He didn't do any comment about my strength though... Shun however decided to keep those thoughts to himself, ignoring his arrogant words, knowing that in any case it would bother him, and concentrating instead on rekindling the fire lit in the fireplace, in the hope that in this way the environment would heat up a little faster.
Silence fell between them, during which Frieza did not move from that armchair even for an instant, his gaze fixed on the fire and his mind lost who knows where, with his tail swinging lazily back and forth from the left armrest as the only sign of activity , while the young sayan kept moving, alternating between replenishing the fire and checking the situation from one of the windows of the small parlor of the cottage where they were trapped, the monkey's tail tightened around his abdomen in search of a minimal source of heat, the fur standing up to imitate the goosebumps that adorned his bare arms.
Curse Whish and Lord Beerus who that very day had decided to let them look for fruit on that strange planet as extra pre-tournament training; pity they had deliberately forgotten to tell them that in those parts the weather changed suddenly and without any seasonal logic!
His thought ran for a moment to Goku and Vegeta, most likely also stuck in a similar situation, but he knew for sure that those two would at least have worked together to get out of it, unlike him who was stuck with the least suitable person to play the game. team.
Speaking of which ... Shun gave a little look behind him, to check what he was doing the other and was surprised to notice that the movements of his tail had stopped.
Had Frieza fallen asleep?
- A-A-...ACHOO! -, a sudden sneeze coming from the armchair confirmed the opposite.
Shun couldn't hold back a pleased smile as he approached the fireplace again commenting:- Didn't you say earlier that the cold never bothered you, Freezy? -, but the smile died on his lips when he had a better look at the other.
Frieza's skin had taken on a sudden faded parchment color, under his eyes he had purplish bags and the irises, always vivid and brilliant blood red, had faded almost to a pinkish colour; in addition, his vital energy had literally suddenly dropped, as if it had been consumed after one of his most powerful attacks.
Regardless of what might have happened, Shun reached out a hand towards what had always been the number one enemy of the Earth and put it on his face. - Je*** Ch*** Frieza you're... freezing, dammit! -, exclaimed the boy, realizing that the body temperature of the other was far beyond the simple cold.
-I'm ... fine ...-, however, was the demon's reply, while he tried to chase away with a little and weak gesture the young man's hand from his cheek.
- Please... don't tell me you used your energy to keep your composure in front of me just for your pride? -.
-Shut up you ... I do n't owe you ... explanations ...-, was the answer of the latter, while he tried once again to recover both his glamor and shoving off the sayan from his face of him.
Shun wanted to slap him! How could he be so stupid! And he wanted to conquer the universe, huh?
I need to warm him up ... Shun looked around for a few seconds, before realizing that no, the living room wasn't good for trying to revive Frieza before he froze; the only thing was to take him into the next double bedroom, hoping that by covering him with blankets he could somehow regenerate the lost heat, even though the warmth of the fire hadn't fully arrived there yet.
With a resigned sigh and ignoring his protests, the boy therefore loaded the demon on his shoulders, reaching the bed in a few steps and placing it as delicately as possible on the sheets, before wrapping him in the blankets there, all with the background moans of protests from Frieza, which, however unbearable, meant that he was still alive.
Despite this however, the young sayan realized that the blankets would not be enough to keep him warm for long; in fact he hadn't even finished thinking about it that Frieza let out another 5 or 6 weak sneezes followed by an insistent and doubled shivering with cold, while his voice gradually diminished.
Demon of the cold my ass...
Now there were two options: either he let him die of cold, or he could always set him on fire; in both cases the Universe would have gained.
And then there was the third option…
Shun ran a hand over his face making a choked cry to express his frustration; why did the most embarrassing situations always have to happen to him...?
The umpteenth moan reached his ears, making his nerves stand on end once again, together with the cold shivers that were gradually making their way under his skin due to his removal from the only source of heat present in that refuge, the fireplace.
Settin' him on fire is really not an option uh? , he thought once more, before resigning himself to his Fate; at least, he resolved, he too would gain some warmth.
He stripped off his shirt and shorts, which at the moment were useless anyway, and remaining in just his boxers he too slipped under the covers.
- Hey... what are... you... -
- Shut up and make space, I'm trying to not let you die -, Shun interrupted him, then proceeding to approach him to be able to wrap him with his body (blessed the Universe that had decided to make him born short, otherwise it would be been a problem) despite the other's protests and feeble attempts to get away; the idiot even had the brilliant idea of trying to form a ball of energy to be able to hurt him, but Shun was ready to make him reabsorb it, then hitting him slowly on the head with his tail as a kind of rebuke: - Try to save your energy dum' ass or else you're gonna freeze to death! Damn, I'm trynna save ya here! -.
- I don't need to be saved, you simian ...-, was his umpteenth protest, but in the end even Frieza had to admit to himself that, like it or not, the heat of that foreign body was pleasant.
Although he was in effect a direct descendant of the frost demons, over the generations their tolerance for cold temperatures had become increasingly low, until his race had reached a level of tolerance such that under a certain threshold actually risked the death. Just like that day, with that cursed blizzard that he still felt raging outside the walls of that shack that they had found by sheer luck as a refuge. Despite the warmth of the fireplace, his body had nevertheless begun to feel the effects of that drop in temperatures and he had well thought (okay yes, he regretted it, but he would never have admitted it) to use the little energy he remained to be able to keep up appearances in front of that stupid sayan: but the fatigue of the day, plus the sudden cold that had penetrated right into his bones, had betrayed him and his strength had ended up abandoning him without him being able to do anything about it.
And now there he was, at the mercy of that so-called low level warrior who dared to touch and embrace him, contaminating him with who knows what impurities!
I need to get out of here ... if he'd been repeating it like a mantra for the past two good minutes, while he was trying to wriggle free from the iron grip of the boy who didn't seem willing to let go of him for any reason; the only thing he had actually managed to keep at arm's length was his tail, which he was now eagerly trying to let out of that tangle of cloth into which the boy had thrust him.
But as the appendix finally managed to have free access to the air outside the bed, a very intense and icy shiver ran through his entire spine, forcing Frieza to immediately withdraw the limb under the covers, instinctively wrapping it against the abdomen of the other occupant of the bed, making him utter a very undignified squeal.
-Holy Sh**! Are you crazy or some? The hell was that for? -. Poor Shun nearly fell out of bed when the demon's tail involuntarily "attacked" him, making him get goosebumps again and reflexively forcing him to move his tail away from himself so he could protect it from the cold.
- I'm cold, sayan. Make yourself useful and warm me up -, Frieza ordered him, ignoring his protests and wrapping his tail with his own in search of a warmth that was slow to arrive.
- That's exactly what I'm trying to do, you idiot! But it doesn't work if you try to sneak out every second! -.
- How did you just called me, you simian? -
- Oh I'm sorry, maybe you prefer some other name? How about Mr. Imbecile? Or Jerk? Or perhaps- MHPF! -, Shun could not finish the sentence, because a fist collapsed exactly against his mouth, making him turn his face to the side.
Son of a b... Out of the corner of his eye he saw Freeza ready to throw a second punch at him, but he was quick to intercept him and also block his other hand with his own, then unleashing a malevolent grin and snarling menacingly: - So this is how ya wanna play uh? -.
Thus began a real battle for domination, in which the two contenders, offended in pride, tried in every way to have the upper hand on the other, between blocked or missed punches, kicks and tail blows, until when, either for his greater physical prowess or because the blankets had played their part in that scuffle, Frieza found himself immobilized under the body of the young sayan, his wrists held high above his head with one of his hands, while the the other held him still by the tip of his tail; he couldn't even move his legs anymore because that cursed one had blocked them with his own, and now he was staring at him from his dominant position with a grin that was extremely satisfied by that small victory.
The only positive note of all this was that at least now both had regained almost all the lost heat, although some small shiver still pervaded them every now and then.
- Well well well... seems like you lost this round Freezy ~ -, oh yeah, Shun was enjoying that moment.
- Watch your tongue simian! And free me this instant or I'll ...-, he tried to look intimidating despite his position, but the boy wasn't going to let him win even on that territory.
- You'll what, Freezy ~ ? Trying to wiggle some more? -, he mocked him, giving an involuntary squeeze at the demon's tail.
What he didn't expect was the other's reaction to that sudden movement of his fingers on the tip of the appendix: from Frieza's throat emerged a sound that could only be defined as a moan, while his hips jercked suddenly up, creating a slight friction against the pelvic area of the young man above him, causing him to wince at the sudden contact.
Uh oh... That was the thought they both saw reflected in each other's faces.
The first to utter a word after endless moments of silence was Shun: -Frieza ... please tell me this is not what I think it is ...-, and he nodded to his tail, still caught between his fingers.
The frost demon for his part couldn't help but blush, realizing where the other was going with this, but he tried to hide the embarrassment with his usual sarcastic tone: - I did n't recoil that you sayan would be such perverts. Of course it's not my genitalia, you dumb creature. It's just that my tail becomes a little bit more... sensitive, when the temperature changes, that's all -.
At that answer Shun replied with a glare, then bringing his attention back to the other's tail, wondering if he should have let him go or if he could take the opportunity to repay him for the punch he had given him earlier.
He watched the appendix move slowly in his grip, almost as if he had guessed his intentions and, obeying an instinct dictated more by curiosity than anything else, Shun gave another slight squirt to the limb, watching it fidget even more in his hand and getting another moan from Frieza before the alien got even more annoyed.
- Would you stop that? I just told that it is sensitive dammit! -.
And here's another thing that surprised Shun a lot: Frieza never sweared before, that was for sure something new.
Is it really that sensitive or is he just being dramatic?
To give an answer to that thought was yet another shiver of cold that ran down his back, left uncovered by the during the fight, making him stiffen all the muscles and consequently squeeze Freeza's tail again and with more force than before...
And this time what came out of his lips was definitely a moan of pleasure.
Frieza cursed himself and his renewed sensitivity for the situation in which he found himself and from which he knew it would be very difficult to get out, given the decidedly more intense look than before that the sayan was giving him; not counting the fact that now another area of his body was awakening ...
I have to get out of here! With this resolution in mind, the demon began to wriggle free again with more force than before, trying to free himself from the grip of the sayan, who however this time did not put up much resistance, leaving him free to get away from him and take refuge in a corner of the bed, carrying a good portion of blankets to protect himself both from the cold and from the inopportune looks of the young man, who still felt his back penetrate him.
Shun for his part was having other thoughts.
Throughout his life, in all the Underworld of the various Universes that he had visited in order to increase his strength and be able to appease certain ... instincts, unfortunately due to him evolving into a demon, he had never, ever felt like this ...
Exited.
All right, nothing big had happened, he had only heard two indistinct moans and experienced a little friction at fourth base, yet there was something that had awakened him much more than his mating season.
And that something, as he would only realize much later and with a much clearer mind, was Frieza himself and a small detail of his being that they would only discover later on.
Right now, where his mind was trying hard not to think about the bulge between his legs and how inviting the other demon's embarrassed expression and voice were, the only thing he had to do was get away from there probably to avoid doing something that, as he believed at the time, he would regret.
So he got out of bed, oblivious to the cold that came back to surround him viciously, heading towards the living room with the intention of sitting down in front of the fireplace; unfortunately for him, too lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that the other had had the same idea too.
When he turned around, therefore, he was not a little surprised to see Frieza a few meters from him, as he approached the fire; he was completely wrapped up in the covers of the bed, butterfly cocoon style, and being naturally short and also having his legs half blocked by the fabric, he advanced in little steps penguin style; the only thing you could see of him was his face, still slightly rosy on the cheeks, and the tip of the tail sticking out from a small corner, slightly raised off the ground to avoid contact with the cold floor.
At any other time or in any other situation Shun would have burst out laughing like an idiot, but since his brain was still half-excited and most of the blood flow was still going to his private parts, all he could accomplish in that moment was just a word.
Adorable.
A dictionary word that even in a thousand years he would never have expected to pair with Frieza and the person of him.
- What are you staring at, simian? -, the voice of the aforementioned demon roused him from his trance, making him realize that he had been staring at him far too long.
So he looked away, avoiding even answering him; the last thing he wanted was to end up in another fight which would in turn end up in something embarrassing, given the situation he was still in.
He could feel the presence of the other next to him thanks to his energy, but the worst thing was that, given the sudden proximity and his excitement, now his demon hearing could pick up even the heartbeat of the other and the his nose the smell of his skin: a mixture of something that reminded him of the scent of pine needles in the snow, combined with a faint aroma of burning incense.
The worst thing was that all those details were sending very specific messages both to his brain and to another part of himself that at that moment should have nothing to do with all that history, and they were driving him crazy.
Why the hell couldn't he calm down?
- Would you make me some space? I still need to get some warm from the fire, I don't want you to touch me anymore because of the cold -, Freeza nudged him again with his foot, trying to push him away from what he thought was the warmest place ahead to the fireplace to be able to sit and warm up.
Or maybe he did it on purpose to get on her nerves, one of the two.
Shun, he felt another shiver run through his body at that contact, and it took all of his self-control not to grab his leg and slam him to the floor.
- Why don't ya just sit and stay still? The warm will come right up at ya, there's no need for me to move -.
- First, don't tell me what to do. Second, if I sit on the floor the cold will get at me again and I don't want to wait for my spot to warm up. I know, move -.
Why me...? Of all the people why me? I swear to god that when I get Beerus between my hands... concentrating on these thoughts, Shun resolved to get up to get a little further away in order not to hear Frieza's constant complaints.
Except that the Universe (i.e. the author, thank you very much) had to want to see them together, so the boy's foot got stuck in a corner of the blanket, making him trip awkwardly, dragging the other with him on the floor.
And there they were again, but this time Frieza was on top of him, with his hands on the sides of his face and one leg pressing dangerously against his private parts, while Shun held him by the waist, in a vain attempt to keep him far knows de.
- What in the universe are you doing, simian? - Frieza exclaimed, trying to pull himself up despite the blankets, as if they had a life of their own, they were tangled against his ankles and prevented him.
- Nothing you idiot! Now get off me! -, was the reply of the young sayan, who with the intention of pushing him away had moved a hand from Frieza's abdomen towards the center of his chest, on that part of the purple muscle that he had in the center of his pectorals, expecting a certain resistance on which to pry to get him off.
It was therefore to his great surprise that instead he found himself touching something soft and strangely warm to the touch.
It's almost like a...
- Don't you dare touch me there! -, and with that umpteenth indignant scream, the demon managed to push himself away, falling full length not far away, holding a hand where before there was that of Shun, panting heavily and clearly feeling his cheeks go up in flames.
How dare that simian touch me like that!
- What do you think you are doing? -
- What do you think I was doing? Trying to get you off me! -
- You almost assaulted me! -
- What? Just 'cause I've squeezed your chest a lil' bit? How was I supposed to know? -
- That is a very indecent thing to do to someone of my kind! -
- Well we would never ended up like that in the first place if ya stopped bein' a jerk for most of the time and do as told! -
- I can do whatever I want, they say, there is no way I will accept an order from you! -
- Oh why don't you just shut up, you pompous little prick? -
- What did you just say to me? -
- I said: shut up! -
- Make me! -.
Once again the room fell silent, broken only by the distant sizzle of the fire in the fireplace and their breaths as fast as the beats of their hearts.
- ...Do you realize that I could take that as an invite? -.
- What? -, Frieza couldn't believe what Shun had just said; in what sense could what he had said be an invitation?
Shun was tired of him: his erection was now evident, his brain was going haywire because his senses, once again fully active, were confusing him and now the only thing he wanted was to do it done with that situation.
His body wanted Freeza, that was clear to him now.
So he had two options.
Or the demon would leave him alone and he would take care of the problem alone in the bedroom…
Or else...
- Saiyan explain wh- -
- I wanna fuck you okay? -, Shun blurted out on instinct, now decided to play his cards face up and solve everything once and for all, - I want to fuck you so bad that is hurtin' , but I'm not gonna do it 'cause I know you don don't want to! I'm trying to refrain myself to just jump on you and fuck you on the ground, but it's. So. Damn. Hard! -. In a fit of rage, he slammed a fist hard against the floor, nearly breaking it, -I try to get away from you, but the Universe just seems to love to put us in this kinda situation! And then you proceed to blame me like I was trying to rape you on purpose! -, another rage cry, another punch at the floor, - I know we don't like each other, so just do me a favor and stay away from me. I'm not that type of guy, but I don't know how much I can control myself anymore... -, the last sentence was pronounced in a frustrated, almost resigned tone, while Shun himself let himself go against the wall , trying to somehow calm the wheezing and pounding of his crazy heart.
Frieza remained silent, taken decidedly by surprise by that outburst.
He admitted it to himself, since that little accident with his poor tail had happened he had felt the sexual tension that had arisen between them, but he thought that like him the young sayan would also be able to regulate himself.
Unless...
- Tell me the truth. When was your last heat season? -.
Shun gave him a surprised look, before answering: he didn't expect that question from Frieza, especially not said in such a calm tone, as if he hadn't just confessed to wanting to take him to bed.
-I've already had it and I've already ... you know -, in admitting it, he couldn't help but blush a little as he thought back to his latest adventure.
- Good. So we both are not in our mating season - Frieza sighed in relief, taking a few cautious steps towards the young man who, he didn't fail to notice, drew back slightly with a slight frustrated moan, while trying to keep his legs apart so as not to create friction on his private parts.
In glancing also in that direction Frieza himself could not fail to notice that the sayan was actually well endowed; he almost felt sorry for those poor people who had gone into his love season.
In a sudden flash, his imagination tried to picture that moment in his mind, giving him a shiver all along his tail and back, up to his very core; he brought a hand to his chest, sensing the slight vibrations that that brief image had unleashed, but frankly, despite his growing desire, he really didn't want to let him ride him.
So he had two solutions: either he could convince him to let him dominate or he had to solve the problem on his own.
Sure, doing it with an inferior being like a sayan wasn't a tempting idea, but once that kind of instinct was activated, it was really hard to get rid of.
If he then took into account that the more the boy was excited, the more his scent became stronger and stronger ...
For a moment Frieza decided to let himself go to his senses: his tail and his core felt the energetic vibrations emitted by the young man, his ears distinctly felt the beating of his accelerated heart, and his nostrils were inebriated by an aroma that he had ever noticed among those of his kind during that period of the year: an aroma of lavender, most likely the soap used by the boy to wash himself, plus a faint perfume very similar to an aromatic plant of his planet which, however, he could not decipher.
The demon felt his body quiver at those sensations, so as to induce him to take a few more steps towards the boy, who however welcomed him with a glare and a low growl.
- Frieza... I just told you that... -
- Let me be on top -
...
...
- What? -. Ok, Shun definitely didn't expect that sentence.
Frieza smiled at him; it wasn't one of his usual superior or creepy grins, it was a real smile, oddly reassuring.
- If you let me top you, I will let you have sex with me. I can assure, I am the top of my species in this kind of situation, you will not be unsatisfied -, he continued, approaching another step and proceeding to lift his tail to languidly stroke the boy's cheek, noting with pleasure the redness on his cheeks increase and his breathing becomes more frantic. - Or if you want, you can take of this matter by yourself, for me there is no difference -, he added, walking away a few steps, turning his back to him with his face turned towards the bedroom, waiting.
Shun ran a hand over his cheek, where a few seconds ago there was the tail of what was supposed to be one of his most dangerous rivals, but now he was proposing to become his partner for once.
He tried to imagine the scene and was not surprised when his body once again went through the pleasant shivers of pleasure and expectation, compared to the thought of having to work alone.
- ... okay, yeah. You can top me... -
- Perfect! Shall we then? -
Frieza held out his hand, which the young man took, still half confused by how events were unfolding.
But one thing was clear to him as day.
He and Frieza were about to have sex.