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You Can Keep Me Up All Night by SecretWeaponSeven
Chapter One: Lessons In Biology
Frieza’s body fascinated Yamcha.
They’d been together for a year at this point, first as uneasy allies in the battle against Android 21, then as associates, then friends, then romantic partners… earning the affection of the emperor of space and somehow in the process turning space’s most evil villain into his beloved (somewhat behaved) boyfriend had been a twist Yamcha could never have guessed his life would take, but it was one he was grateful for each day they spent together.
Each night, too. He’d woken up sometime ago, and it was still early… their bedroom was illuminated only by the dim streetlights filtering through the drawn curtains and the faint glow of the nightlight he’d put in the master bathroom (the alien’s night vision was lacking, though his hearing was excellent. The light helped him navigate the dark apartment, though he complained he could hear a faint electrical whine from it).
Yamcha was laying on his side, Frieza wrapped in his arms, the emperor’s back against his chest and head under his chin. The smaller man was still deep asleep, a fact made obvious by his snores.
Bulma used to sleep talk and it had annoyed the heck out of him- she’d wake him up shouting nonsense at least once every night. Frieza’s snoring was every bit as disruptive, but he didn’t mind it. It was kinda charming, this one little flaw that humanized this otherwise overwhelmingly perfect being.
Frieza claimed he slept light- a statement with the edge of a warning to it, delivered in a cold tone the first time he stayed over after sex. It turned out to be a lie, as in fact it was near impossible to wake the alien before he was good and ready. With this in mind Yamcha planted a drowsy kiss on the beautiful, deep purple gem like armor on top of his partner’s head, and lazily let his fingers run up and down the emperor’s chest and belly, tracing the lines of his impossibly strong muscles content in the knowledge that this wouldn’t wake him-
-or not? He felt the smaller man’s long tail, previously draped over his own legs, slowly curl around his ankle, then the rest of his graceful, powerful, beautiful body shift in his arms, rolling over to face him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you-“
“Shut up,” Frieza replied, and, as though he didn’t trust the human to obey the command, kissed him hard.
Yamcha, romantic that he was, had always liked kissing. The sweet intimacy of it made his heart warm and crotch tingle. His current partner saw it entirely differently.
Partnering with a man from not only another culture, but a whole separate galaxy, had required some adjustments… One of which was learning to understand Frieza’s race’s taboos regarding their lips.
The emperor wore makeup, and the only time he was ever seen without it was in the shower. As soon as he’d left the water and toweled off his face it was carefully, methodically reapplied, his eyeliner taking more time but always second to lipstick.
“That Frost… leaving his lips bare like that? What was he trying to prove? It had to be some sort of disgustingly perverse statement,” Frieza had ranted once as they cuddled (he refused to call it that, but Yamcha damn well knew post coital snuggling when he experienced it) in the aftermath of their coupling. That was when he started to notice the alien’s hang ups. Aside from a downright compulsive need to cover them, he reacted…. Unusually. When he was kissed?
Frieza made it clear that he was no fan of casual PDA, but one day he started holding Yamcha’s hand publicly. “Why wouldn’t I? I’ve chosen to honor you as my mate, this is simply my displaying of that claim.”
The human felt like he was dancing on clouds for days after that, yet Frieza, despite holding his fingers tightly in his own while speaking with any other being, was still odd about kissing.
“You human earthlings are filthy,” Frieza had flat out said the first time Yamcha tried to kiss him in public, using his hand to deflect the intended gesture. It slowly became obvious that he saw his lips as a sex organ no different from the ones hidden between his legs… it was hard to avoid using that knowledge as additional boner fuel, but there they were.
And so, on the morning in question, when his hot boyfriend went from his usual coy teasing to pressing their lips together with an enthusiastic and forceful passion Yamcha tightened his arms around the villain and returned the kiss with similar energy. For Frieza to initiate like this was rare, but appreciated.
It felt… different today, for some reason Yamcha couldn’t quite put his finger on. Frieza was usually leisurely in most of his activities, lazy to a fault and overconfident in general. Maybe that was why this purposeful early hour kissing didn’t quite feel normal? Or perhaps it was the timing- again, this man slept soundly.
Oh whatever. It felt good.
Yamcha pulled that compact, powerful body against his own and enjoyed the strange way it moved; how his hips counterbalanced his tail, how his smooth crotch pressed against the human’s increasingly excited one as he swung a leg over the larger man’s hips-
Well damn. Usually it took some work- time spent setting the mood, a lot of physical touching, and a fair amount of dirty talk- to get the outwardly prudish and inwardly perverse emperor interested in sex. As such, it was a surprise when he felt a hand on his neck, its firm grip pressing him onto his back as those thick, heavenly thighs surrounded his hips. A surprise, but a very much welcome one.
Frieza stayed silent, his lips slightly parted, eyes (perfectly lined even after hours of sleep) staring deep into the human’s. He then gave him another hard kiss, his fingers tightening just slightly around Yamcha’s neck.
A certain rough element was always in play during their lovemaking, one that had left Yamcha with some hard to explain bruises in the early days of their relationship. In time the emperor seemed to figure out his exact limits, and now he only left marks where he wanted to; generally this would be in areas only he had a chance to see on a regular basis. “I can’t have the man at my side displaying any manner of weakness. Bruises suggest you lost a fight… If anyone thinks they’ll make you lose another they shall of course answer to me, yet why tempt anyone into making such a mistake to begin with?” Frieza had said once after adjusting his grip on the larger man’s arms so that his nails were no longer cutting the skin.
At the time Yamcha hadn’t taken it seriously. “Yeah? Well, I mean, my scars kinda say the same thing don’t they? But no one’s ever saw them as a sign of weakness, and I thought you said they were hot?”
His laughter was cut short when Frieza pressed his finger to his lips, stilling them, then traced it over the lines of the two large scars on the former warrior’s face. His eyes were intense, and as always near impossible to read. After a few moments he at last said, in quiet, measured words, “while it is true that these marks add to your rugged charm, I do feel some degree of apprehension at the idea of anyone assuming you are anything less than fully capable.”
The moment was a bit too intense, and was touching certain buried shames, so he tried to make it a joke again. “Yeah, I know, gotta be kinda embarrassing being the strongest villain in space with a human boyfriend-“
“You most certainly are not an embarrassment!” Frieza snapped, crossing his arms and turning away as he recomposed himself, returning to that carefully measured way of speaking. “I just can not handle the idea of anyone seeing you as a-“
“A weakling?”
“No. A target.”
Despite his rigid posture his tail had stayed coiled tightly around Yamcha’s wrist. As they relaxed back into their lovemaking the human turned it all over in his head. Frieza, the most fearsome evil in all of Universe 7… Frieza worried about Yamcha?
That was when he realized the villain might actually care about him as something more than just a fling.
Back in the present moment, Yamcha smiled against Frieza’s lips. There wasn’t any doubt on that anymore- he openly called the human things like his ‘partner,’ his ‘mate,’ his ‘dearest and most wonderful Yamcha.’It made him happier than he could describe.
The emperor’s cool skin pressed hard against his own, his crotch grinding a bit against the rapidly stiffening bulge in Yamcha’s boxers (he didn’t bother with pajamas on the nights his boyfriend shared his bed, but sleeping completely nude almost felt disrespectful- sleeping in just his underwear satisfied his modesty while maximizing their skin to skin contact when the space lizard slept in his arms). “Huh? Dude, you’re absolutely soaked.”
“Ah. Well.” Oh, he was so. Dang. Cute. Yamcha grinned at his partner, the dim lighting of the room being just barely enough to see his heavy blush as he quickly glanced, embarrassed, down at his own crotch. His skin had opened up, displaying his usually hidden intimate areas- and they were dripping. Geez, whatever had gotten into Frieza tonight, well, he liked it! “Stop looking,” he commanded as he quickly corrected that little lapse into bashfulness, giving him a light slap.
The first time he’d gone to bed with the alien he’d been excited, but also a bit worried. Surely the cruel, powerful Frieza would insist on topping, and Yamcha wasn’t fully convinced his body would survive that. But he had an unhealthy relationship with the concept of death at this point, and his dick insisted he at least tried. At first it seemed that was the direction things were going-
But as it turned out, Frieza loved to be on the bottom… and interestingly, he wanted his lover to fight him into that position. Yamcha had assumed he’d messed up when he shoved the emperor off of him (blame fighter’s reflex) at one point during particularly intense foreplay- and seeing the pure thrill in the other man’s eyes had him intrigued. So he’d decided to experiment, pushing a little further, then a little more…
Until before he knew it he had one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse flat on his back, whimpering, moaning, and screaming as Yamcha held him down and fucked him hard.
The emperor didn’t like to talk about his preference for being being dominated, but he did once casually mention that one of his favorite attributes of Yamcha’s was how he was, “the only man fool enough to dare treat me this way.”
So when Frieza, straddling him with his damp, excited sex organs pressing against Yamcha’s rapidly hardening dick, slapped him for daring to comment on his clearly aroused state, Yamcha grabbed his wrist and twisted it, tossing the smaller man off the bed. There was a loud thunk as he hit the carpet, and his human partner followed him, standing over him and smirking down at the space lizard.
Frieza sat there on the carpet, arms crossed and glaring up at Yamcha. “How dare you- ack!”
He’d tried to stand, but Yamcha kicked him in the center of the chest and knocked him back to the floor. Had this been a real fight the attack would be ineffective, the force of even this highly trained former warrior’s strongest kicks absorbed easily by this staggeringly powerful super being.
But this wasn’t a real fight, far from it, and after sending his lover back to the floor he pulled off his boxers (now damp from not only the emperor’s fluids but a little of his own precum) and tossed them over his shoulder. Frieza once again tried to get up, his body language suggesting anger but the excitement in his eyes and the tiniest of smiles on his beautiful lips. “How dare you treat Lord Frieza like some sort of rag doll!” He repeated as he did, managing to get to his knees before Yamcha firmly grabbed his broad shoulders, holding him in place. “Just what do you think you are doing to me, hmm?!”
Yamcha looked at those lips and licked his own. One hand stayed on the other man, holding him in place, while the other brought a fingertip to the alien’s mouth, gently rubbing it over his lower lip.
“Aaaah,” Frieza moaned slightly, eyes shutting as he leaned into that touch, a dark blush unmistakable even in the dark bedroom. “Touching me there… you’re filthy…”
Yes, it really did seem the alien’s lips were as sensitive as any other sex organ, and Yamcha’s breathing caught as he looked down at the gorgeous, fully surrendered villain kneeling in front of him. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked teasingly, an excessive amount of affection in his tone.
“N-no,” he replied, eyes still shut and nearly panting. It was odd, that. He knew Frieza didn’t require oxygen in the same way he did, yet at times his chest and shoulders moved as though he was breathing- whether there was some other purpose for respiration, or if it was simply something his body mirrored from spending a life surrounded by beings who did require it, he had no clue. But during their intimacy it was an unmistakable sign he was enjoying himself.
“Oh?” He pushed his finger in just a little, and the emperor obediently sucked on it- then he pulled his hand away.
Frieza’s eyes snapped open, and he glared- it would have been a lot more intimidating if there wasn’t a slick string of fluids slowly dripping from his crotch to the floor. “You-“
Yamcha cupped his cheek lovingly- oh, this man was just so beautiful, so amazing, and he was his!- and pressed his dick into his mouth, silencing him.
His lips weren’t the only part of his mouth that seemed excessively sensitive. His tongue, his throat… all of it seemed intended for both giving and receiving pleasure, and it almost seemed like he got off on giving blow jobs every bit as much as Yamcha did receiving them.
“Oh gawd, oh yes,” he moaned, stroking the alien’s head and thrusting into that incredible mouth. It felt so good, the way his tongue (just a little bit longer and more flexible than that of a human’s) moved, how those soft lips glided over his skin, the tightness of his throat, the slight vibrations of it as he made his own little muffled sounds of pleasure. The alien’s tail had returned to its frequent position snaking up the human’s right muscular leg, and one of his hands gripped the left, the other helping his mouth in its task. “Hey,” he said, his voice a bit choked.
Frieza ignored him, fully invested in this oral pleasure. Yamcha’s body was a lot larger than his, which lead to certain things being either awkward or excessively intense when they came together like this. Despite seeming to have near perfect control of his gag reflex he still struggled to get the entirety of the human’s length in his mouth, and it seemed he was currently concentrating on that, changing the angle of his head and neck just slightly so that each thrust landed just a bit deeper in his tight throat. It felt amazing, but he still repeated himself, a little more forcefully this time, ceasing his thrusts and smacking him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey!”
This successfully got his attention, and he opened one eye, looking up while continuing to suck. Yamcha grinned. “You should touch yourself while you get me off.”
This suggestion was ignored and instead he grazed his teeth (sharp and hard, befitting of such a predator) lightly over the sensitive skin of his head before resuming his previous motions.
He knew him well enough to know this was an invitation, so he gave him another light smack, grabbed the sides of his beautiful face with his own large hands and pulled him off of him, forcing him to look in his eyes. “Do it,” he simply commanded, and while the alien glared, he could feel that slight smile as he plunged his dick back into his mouth.
Sure enough, the pale hand that had been resting on his thigh found its way back down and he felt rather than heard a choked sort of half gasp, half moan as boyfriend’s fingers reached the drenched purple skin that was normally hidden between his legs.
Yamcha had long assumed Frieza had some sort of genitals, although having known Piccolo and a few other non-human beings who had alternate methods of reproduction he figured there was a chance he didn’t. As the two men found themselves growing closer, a certain unmistakable tension built between them, one that was quietly amplified by first lingering eyes, then lingering hands, and finally a breathless night together on a planet even Frieza hadn’t known the name of. He brought the human there to ‘watch the auroras,’ but made sure he knew they were the only sentient beings present on the entire world… they could do whatever they pleased and no one would know…
The sky was stunning, but it turned out that there was something even more fascinating, unearthly, and beautiful hidden on Frieza’s body. And now, the alien’s fingers were using his own fluids as lubricant as he played with himself, stroking some sensitive areas, slipping a fingertip inside others.
It was a captivating show, and he continued his increasingly sloppy oral efforts as he did so, completely lost in his pleasure. “Ugh,” Yamcha groaned. This was too hot, and he knew he was getting dangerously close with every motion of the emperor’s sensitive mouth-
Frieza came first, and he came hard, hit throat spasming almost like a pussy would around Yamcha’s engorged dick, the previously steady drip of sticky fluids from between his thighs becoming a squirting, carpet staining wave.
Yamcha couldn’t help but smirk a little. He liked it intense, and so did Frieza- being able to take this unfathomably powerful, influential, terrifying being and reduce him into a shaking mess with his body and sex skills was unbelievably fun. He grabbed the emperor’s head again, intending to finish himself off with a few more quick thrusts into that amazing throat-
“No!” The alien shoved him back hard enough that he wound up back in bed. Huh? He sat back up and looked at his lover. Frieza was slowly forcing his shaking limbs to support him, pulling himself to his feet, ignoring the continued flow of his excessive fluids as they dripped down the side of his thighs.
“W-why?”
“I can not allow you to finish yet. I… need more of you.”
End Chapter One: Lessons In Biology
Author’s Note: Thank you Yamza legend SkinsT for chapter title help! Uh, this was a word vomit that was supposed to be a ten minute challenge fic that took on a life of it’s own. I’m struggling a lot with writing right now and this got words flowing again. Don't overthink it, I intentionally kept the editing minimal. Anyway, next chapter- more fucking. More reminiscisng. More contemplation of differing biology. Why is Frieza so riddic horny? Yeah. We’ll see. Anyway comments and kudos fuel me. I think this is just two chapters, maybe three, we’ll see.