"Everything Goes With Chocolate"

A/N: Appalled at the lack of Zarbon-abuse (and since Vegeta's still sore -_-;;), I serve something short and sweet for you all.
PAIRING: Freeza x Zarbon
WARNINGS: (Aside from what was disclosed already) Excellent abuse of chocolate. Questionable mix of certain...ingredients...with said-chocolate. Forced-pleasure (oh, you know they always want it.)

It became apparent the only sound accompanying his breathing for the next few hours would continue to be the already-irritating clink of the chains suspending his arms uncomfortably above his head. He groaned, wincing under his blindfold at the crick in his shoulders, as well as the long wait in this unbearable silence.

For the first hour or so, poor, young Zarbon had struggled. They'd caught up to him in his private quarters, claiming Freeza had requested a "chat". Prior experience had forced him to this conclusion: Freeza had the words "chat" and "fuck" mixed up. He shared this concerned insight with Freeza's messengers. And so here he was.

His ears perked up at the almost inaudible hiss of the door to his prison opening. Angrily, he fisted the chains in his hands and bravely pulled, showing he had not just succumbed to the ridiculous treatment. Just because he was a new recruit on the ship, as well as young, didn't mean he could be easily intimidated. He was used to this. As if his girlish looks hadn't gotten him in bad situations before...He mentally noted that perhaps a haircut was due--it was always his hair. Those long emerald tresses always seemed to get him into trouble.

"Finally", he said, trying to muster as much bravado as he could, "We can get this over with."

A chill laugh made the hairs on his neck stand on end and he gritted his teeth, holding back a snarl as cold fingers caressed his jawline.

"Don't be so eager, Zarbon", his new master said, glee in his voice, "It's not as fun if you are."

"You don't scare me!", the new young soldier cried out defiantly, "Now let's just do this so I can get back to my room. I've got some work to catch up on."

He hung in exasperated silence, waiting for whatever maneuvers were needed for his freedom; thighs to be spread open roughly, areas of the anatomy he'd be forced to awaken and excite. Whatever. Get on with it.

He could feel the cold emanating from Freeza, knowing he was standing in front of him now, but only suffered that aggravating silence and the damned tinkling of the chains.

"Well? What are you waiting for?", barely made its way out of his lips. He gasped instead as hard, sharp nails ran up his sides, extracting from him a shiver that rattled the metal links holding him up.

"Patience", came a hiss next to his ear that was followed by a teasing lick at the sensitive skin there, "I told you. I want this to be fun. For both of us. Just a nice change of pace, that's all."

He grimaced and squirmed, his body unused to such gentle actions. The mouth at his ear suddenly bit down on the lobe and dragged teeth lightly along. This time he could barely hold back a moan. His fucking ears--the most sensitive part of him. Well, one of the most, anyway.

He was aware now that, despite not really wanting to be here with his perverted leader, he was growing harder and his breath was starting to come in ragged gasps. His body was stupidly receptive, unfortunately, but it's not as if his tormentor was uneducated in this regard. Fingers teased his nipples in feathery touches and then savagely pinched, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Now a mouth, complete with a cold, cold tongue replaced the expert hands so they could snake their way further and further down. Wonderfully cruel teeth bit and pulled at him and this time he let a moan break free.

"My, you're certainly singing a different tune now", his assailant mused, icy fingers massaging his hardening cock and balls, "Not fighting me so hard anymore, hmm? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Zarbon could only groan as the head of his dick was caressed and gently scratched in all the right places. Never had his own pleasure ever come into the picture. And nothing had ever felt so good.

"I see", Freeza said when only unintelligible noises came out of him, "You know, I can quit if you like--"

"No!", Zarbon gasped, hardly able to keep control of his voice now, "No, j-just ... just ... please--"

Freeza laughed softly, smoothing loose strands of hair from Zarbon's face, "Smart boy. Almost as smart as you are pretty."

Something sharp cut into his sides and he cried out in pain, only to have the burning hurt convert to pleasure as his nipples were fingered and teased again. A tongue began lapping up the cool flow of his own blood, allowing some to fall onto his painful erection. Freeza tasted some of it there, causing Zarbon to moan and thrust forward.

"Mmm, delicious", Freeza said, icy breath making goosebumps stand up on Zarbon's sweating flesh, "But maybe we need something more."

Zarbon held back more cries, grunting only when his sides and the insides of his thighs were pierced harmlessly again, whether with teeth or nails, he didn't know. More blood flowed. He could feel it dripping.

Suddenly, something much more hot and thick though not at all unpleasant poured onto his flesh. He flinched, hair swinging in his face as he sightlessly looked around, hating his blindfold.

"Wh-what...what is that?", he asked breathlessly.

He heard Freeza laugh again as fingers coated in the stuff pushed into his mouth. It was sweet and warm, bitter with an aftertaste of iron. He realized the iron hint was his blood but he couldn't identify the heavenly taste that came with it.

"Everything goes with chocolate", came a low whisper in his ear, "Even you."

For the next few moments, he felt excruciating ecstasy as everything was licked up, sucked off, bitten and scratched gently. Icy breath on his cock, a freezing tongue doing wonders to his nerves. His eyes rolled beneath the blindfold and he cried out as he came hard. The blindfold was ripped off and light stabbed at his eyes. Before he could focus, a mouth had cemented against his lips and he could taste chocolate, blood, and cum in the tongue twining with his own.

Freeza stepped back, admiring his work as Zarbon struggled for breath. With a small amount of ki, the chains holding Zarbon were severed and the exhausted boy dropped in a heap onto the floor.

"You know", Freeza said, nonchalantly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "You may get lucky like this again if you cooperate a bit more. There are other ways to get you on my good side but not all of them hurt...much."

With that, he left his bewildered, weary pet on the floor to think things over. Zarbon took a deep breath, running his trembling fingers through a smear of the sweet substance on his thigh. He absently licked off the mess, bitter yet sweet, and his situation did not seem as bad as it had been.

--End--

A/N: It's kind of a happy ending. Don't ask me how Freeza got that hot chocolate in the cell--either it came equipped with a stove-top of some kind or we'll say there's some advance-technology-hot-chocolate-device...thing.