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You guys, ROCK, muchly. Also, I lied. There's going to be a Part 4 because of an unexpected twist that I just can't leave. But I can't thank you enough for just commenting on it and letting me know what you thought. So here is Part 3. There needs to be more ZIM! Hope you all enjoy it~! One more thing....I drew Purple and Zim's hands so you can see what the marks look like. Here's the link: http://www. deviantart.com/deviation/50897186/ Edited for betterment of the readingness.
Commander Lox watched in horror as the biggest embarrassment to Irk tossed his soldiers around like they were nothing. When Almighty Tallest Purple had approached him, the Tallest had pushed for more troops but Lox had assured the Tallest that a team of nine Elite's would be more than enough to detain 'Invader' Zim. The team had stormed the apparently small base to find that it was more like a mobile fortress. When confronted, Zim had demanded to know what was going on. Instead of answering, his team had attacked and the nuisance had responded by shooting at them. Zim had terrible aim but managed to keep them away long enough to grab a hidden melee weapon, tossing aside his laser. Once the weapon, a Kev'loh, was in the small Irken's hands it was like he was untouchable. Shots were deflected, attempts at close combat were met with blows that rendered the Elite Soldiers unconscious.
Lox cursed himself and leapt on the weapon that had been tossed aside for the Kev'loh, a staff like weapon that could pop blades and easily dismember any being. Lox was too distracted to use his PAK-legs(which required significant thought to use), and was forced to hide while he fiddled with the laser. The problem was that the Tallest wanted Zim alive and unharmed. The capture let alone unharming part was proving to be more difficult than Lox could ever have imagined. Who on Irk trained Zim?! Was there actual training behind Irk's own walking disaster? Lox shuddered at the thought leapt out from his hiding spot firing. The shots were deflected off of Zim's personal shield making Lox curse.
Long cables cleared away the seven unconscious Irkens leaving Lox with only two soldiers backing him up. Lox's mind raced as he kept firing, trying to find a weak spot. Lox stood wide-eyed as Zim rose up, in the middle of battle, on PAK-legs to launch a decisive blow. Lox was alone. Zim swung the weapon forward, tip pointed directly at Lox's squeedilyspooch.
"Tell Zim why you DARE break into this base, Commander," Zim demanded, his finger hovering over the blade release for the weapon. Lox gulped, there was no way he could shoot the other and walk away alive.
"We were sent by the Almighty Tallest," Lox stated, his voice calm and even despite the doom that was pointed in his direction. He didn't get to be a Commander just because he was Tall after all.
"You speak filthy LIES. The Tallest would have contacted me. Now, the truth!" Zim demanded as he pressed the fearsome weapon against Lox's belly. Lox suppressed a shiver, the smaller Irken was going to kill him simply because Zim refused to believe that the Tallest could possibly send a Retrieval Team after him.
"Master, we's got company! Yaaay!" Something small and shiny screamed as it launched itself on the Kev'loh.
"GIR, NO!" Zim screamed as the weapon was ripped out his grasp giving Lox the perfect opportunity. At close range the shield wouldn't save Zim from a stunning blow. Lox fired all to happily. GIR, or whatever it was had saved him. Lox ran a shaky hand across his antennae before tying Zim up and placing a sedative band around Zim's antennae. It wouldn't do to have the little Irken wake up and cause chaos on the ride to the Massive. Lox sighed and set about finding his Soldiers in the virtual labyrinth that was an Invader's fortress.
After everything was said and done Lox was all to happy to leave the fortress and the creepy planet it was on behind. The Elite soldiers were subdued as they traveled to rendezvous with the Massive. Lox didn't blame them, they had suffered a great blow to their pride, but hopefully it would make them stronger. He knew it left him wanting further close combat training.
Docking with the Massive, Lox was surprised to find Almighty Tallest Purple waiting in the bay for them. Tallest Purple looked mildly surprised to see the unconscious Zim and Lox knew that the Tallest was impressed.
"Excellent work Commander. You have one mission left before you and your Team may take their leave," Tallest Purple decreed, hovering imperiously.
"Yes sir, you're Almightyness!" Lox saluted sharply, his team falling in line perfectly. Zim's limp form was untied but still unconscious before them.
"Remove the sedative band and place Invader Zim in storage room 3712. Make sure that nothing gets out. Nothing, understand?" Tallest Purple ordered, his eyes narrowing sharply. Lox saluted and motioned for one of the soldiers to grab Zim and take the band off. The sedative would last about an hour, giving the Elite Team plenty of time to drop Zim off.
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"Purple you let me out of here or so help me when I get myself out I'll BURN all your puppets!" Red roared angrily as he kicked the door futilely. Red was currently locked in a storage room alone. There were plenty of snacks so he didn't go hungry, but he was still locked in the 20x30x20 mark room. No, he didn't lock himself in, rather he had been tricked in by his co-Tallest and locked in. Purple hadn't said why, which left Red to ponder and fume. Mostly fume. He was too angry to think about why he was locked in storage. So he ranted. And kicked. Can't forget the kicking. Especially since said kicking was starting to leave dents in the extremely tough metal door.
Red growled in frustration and tugged on his antennae, using the pain to distract from the fact that besides angry, he felt slightly betrayed. The crimson Tallest tore off his annoying armor to slide down a wall to sit and sulk. There had to be a way out of the room.....
The door opened with a groan and Red was on his feet in seconds. Something was thrown in and then the door hissed shut, an ominous click sounding throughout the room. Red groaned. He had been to slow. He needed to train or something. Ignoring the lump he went back to the bare area that he had claimed as his spot to sulk more thoroughly.
The lump twitched, drawing in the crimson eyed Irken's short attention.
Red eyed the lump, curious now that it had just twitched. It was an alive lump. The lump was wearing an Invader's uniform.....Now the curiosity forced him to get up and see who had been thrown into the storage room with him. Standing to his full height Red used his foot to toe the lump into a position to see it's face. He gasped as stared down at the face of a lean yet familiar form.
Zim.
The Invader was curled up rather cutely, hands tucked under his chin and antennae perked forward. Red mentally 'awwwed' and smushed the urge to scoop the other into his arms and never let him go. The unconscious one twitched again before frowning, his antennae flattening against his skull.
Zim woke slowly, senses coming to him one at a time. His eyes snapped open as he flipped onto his feet, crouched with his hands in front of him defensively. Dark pink eyes narrowed as he saw Red staring at him.
"Gee, I missed you to Zim," Red muttered sarcastically, standing casually with his arms crossed and feet planted. Zim looked at Red, confused. What was going on? Where was Purple and why were they in a storage room? He let himself flop down to sit across from Red, his body still sluggish. It was protesting even sitting but Zim wanted to be on more even grounds with his Tallest.
Red watched as Zim struggled to stay sitting. He watched for a for a while, neither Irken breaking the curious stare. Red continued until he sat down next to Zim. The awkward way he had to bend his neck wasn't worth it.
Zim yawned, his antennae perking forward before slowly relaxing. His eyes were still heavy, his body betraying him as it leaned against Red. It didn't have his permission to lean on Red! Not that he really minded, the other was comfortable.
Red looked down at the weight pressing against his arm and side. Zim was relaxed, his eyes half lidded. He had to smile at that. It felt good to know that Zim trusted him enough to let his guard down like that. Red leaned over more and wrapped his arms around Zim wanting more of the trust that the much smaller Irken was placing in him. Zim chirped curiously, but relaxed into Red's grasp easily. He nearly purred, he liked this strange feeling inside of himself. Red was greedy though, and he wanted more of this soft feeling. So he brought Zim closer, right onto his lap.
Zim looked up into Red's crimson eyes, startled at the shift. His eyes quickly slid back to half mast and his hands found themselves purchase in the crimson eyed Irken's Tallest robes. Zim snuggled into the embrace, his head resting comfortably on Red's chest. Red purred, pleased with the warmth that was spreading from toe to antennae tip. It was soft and cozy and so very right.
Soft and cozy was very nice. Red liked nice. He liked the mellowness of the simple act of simply being together. Then again, he missed that heat that had been felt when he, Zim and Purple had been together. They didn't even get to finish.....Red glanced down at the content Invader on his lap. Was it worth it to wreck this perfectness for a chance? Red fought with himself about it. The one time they had done anything Zim had freaked out. Then again, Zim had said that everything was okay..... Red made his decision, face falling into a shark like grin.
There would be fire again, but this time it would be a slow burning one. One that he commanded.
Red slowly trailed his hands up Zim's arms, barely touching. He grasped Zim's gloves, pulling up slowly. Zim looked up at him, curiosity swirling in his dark pink eyes. Smirk still on his face, Red leaned down to kiss Zim softly. Zim sighed into the kiss with his antennae perked forward. Red's hands slipped under the other's shirt as he continued to kiss Zim. The kiss deepened slowly, lips meeting more fully as tongues intertwined. Red's rogue hands continued to slide under the Invader's shirt, lightly dusting against smooth skin. Zim moaned into the kiss, his hands tightening their grip in Red's robes. Red slowly pulled away from the kiss to pull Zim's shirt completely off. Longs hands kneaded supple shoulders tenderly. The shorter one rested his head against Red's shoulder, moaning faintly. His antennae brushed against Red's cheek, twitching lightly.
Red's hands leisurely began to run up and down Zim's back, finger tips stopping to dance across spots that made the one in his lap cry out. Red's tongue dashed across the very tip of the smaller Irken's antennae, Zim's back arching. Zim whined as Red immediately pulled away from the antennae to look into those deep eyes. Red continued to stare into dark pink eyes as he trailed his hands lower, fingers fiddling with the lip of the Invader's pants. Zim's breath caught in his throat as Red lazily pulled the tight black pants down. The shorter Irken let them be pulled completely off, his boots following shortly after. Zim breathed out nervously, a heavy blush spreading across his face as Red ran graceful digits along newly bared skin. Scarlet eyes drank in the sight of Zim's naked body hungrily. The dark blue flush made Zim's pink eyes shine brightly. Emerald skin practically glowed under the faint lighting as Zim tried to stay as still as possible in the taller Irken's lap.
"Gorgeous" Red whispered feverntly. Zim's blush spread and he looked embarrassed. Red smiled and kissed the petit one affectionately. Zim ran his hands along the back of Red's head lazily, muscles and mind still groggy. The Tallest purred, running the tips of his fingers along Zim's thighs down to his back toes, teasing the spot the heel and toe connected. Strong thighs tightened against Red's lap while sensitive feet were explored. Red nipped Zim's neck, running tongue and teeth along the slender shoulder. His hands trailed back up, rubbing thighs, ghosting over a newly revealed burning member.
Zim thrust his hips forward, trying to get that ghosting touch there. Red skillfully pulled his hand away, teasing thighs and hips, skirting just millimeters next to the rock hard length. The teased one growled as the other continued his ghostly touches. Still growling, Zim reached up and pulled the crimson eyed one down for a blistering kiss. Red groaned into the first passionate kiss of their exploration, his hands stilling. Zim growled more, biting the other's bottom lip. Red moaned throatily this time, his eyes slits as he stared into hungry pink eyes.
Red relented, wrapping one hand around the base, squeezing lightly. Zim let go of the lip and steadied himself with broad shoulders, gripping tightly before lazily undoing the clasps to the Tallest robes. Red wriggled out of the robes, his black under clothing wrinkling. Zim cried out from the movement as the other never let go of him, only changing his grip. Red grinned as he bent forward, placing Zim on the discarded robes. Red kissed Zim again, squeezing lightly and caressing the slit that the hard length was protruding from. Zim groaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Red's neck. He caressed the slender neck, lightly dancing his claws along the shoulder and neck line. Red began to palm the hot member, his fingers tracing down to Zim's lower slit. Carefully he teased the lips of the slit with his fingers, rubbing and parting slightly. Zim bit into the black shirt, muffling his loud keen. Red continued the assault, gentle touches ghosting along. Sometimes a finger would barely dip inside, making Zim cry out into the black cloth. Slim hips twitched sporadically, trying to get the fingers to go deeper.
Red kept pulling back, torturing the smaller Irken. Zim squirmed and decided to return the favour. He kept one hand braced on Red's shoulder while the other trailed down to delicately tweak the sensitive skin beside Red's hip. Red gasped and accidentally jerked the fingers deeper. Zim moaned appreciatively, pressing his fingers harder against the spot that made the other twitch like that. Red gave a great shiver, pressing his fingers deep before pulling away to compose himself. Zim keened, reaching for Red while propped up on one elbow.
Red stayed back and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. Zim lay on the robes, panting and squirming at the burning need that ran through his veins. Red knelt on all fours over Zim, just watching. Zim keened at the closeness. Wanting more touching, he carefully brought a hand up to run along the crimson one's neck and cheek. Red kissed the hand then lent down to kiss Zim passionately. They dueled like that briefly before their desire over powered them. Zim mewled, bringing his legs up, his feet caressing smooth thighs. Red moaned at the erotic sight of Zim laying wanting and needy beneath him. Red gripped the smaller Irken's slender hips strongly, bringing their bodies flush against one another.
Zim's breath hitched as Red thrust against him, hot lengths pressing together. He arched into the thrusting, pressure building in his squeedilyspooch. Red moaned lowly, biting lightly on the base of quivering antennae. Zim bucked up harshly, keening as the other continued to nibble on the antennae while strong hands kneaded restless hips. Red licked his way up to the very tip, suckling gently on the black tip. Zim's hands found purchase on Red's shoulders, claws scratching gently. Red kissed the base of each antenna, curling back a little to place a sweet one on Zim's moaning lips.
"Zim?" Red whispered, asking without saying the question. Zim's eyes met his and Red saw everything layed bare. He moaned quietly, the emotions stirring something inside of him.
"Yessss" Zim hissed, hiking his hips up and pressing his quivering hole against Red's hot length. Red hissed back, his forehead touching Zim's while their eyes locked. He carefully pressed in, a slow burn taking over Zim's being. This is what he wanted. This burning pleasurey-ness with the safety of Red's eyes peering into his own. Red stilled, his hips pressing against Zim's shaking thighs. Zim mewled, back arching, their eyes still staring into the others. Red moaned as he shifted suddenly, thrusting lightly. Every time he pulled away a little more, driving back in slowly. Zim keened softly, twitching his hips into the thrusts. There was a building fire inside of him, each press inside set it alight and Red's random strokes to his member were only making it burn hotter. The thrusts became faster, deeper, sending jolts along Zim's spine. Zim hooked his legs around Red, pushing up into the thrusts. Red moaned as the littler one pushed up, sliding in deeper than he thought possible. He groaned, stilling suddenly as the everything of the moment became to much. He wanted it to last longer. Steadying his breathing Red gathered himself. Zim's breathing was erratic, his eyes wide and entire being quivering as his lover stayed so perfectly still inside of him. The sudden stop had left Zim hanging, he had been so close.....
Zim keened desperately. He wanted, needed Red to finish this. Red kissed Zim's quivering lips softly before he began thrusting gently again, slowly. Zim moaned, the friction wondrous but not enough. It wasn't nearly enough after the teasing. He used his heels to push Red deeper, faster, trying to show Red what he wanted. The crimson Tallest hissed as Zim tightened around him, pushing him deeper with tremoring legs. Red thrust again, deep and quick but not harsh. He continued thrusting, pressure building beneath his squeedilyspooch. He wrapped one hand around Zim's length, fingers brushing lightly against the tip. Zim mewled, his head thrashing side to side as it all became to much. Red growled, kissing Zim so that he could continue to stare into those beautiful eyes.
Zim's eyes widened, his mouth open in a silent scream. Everything suddenly stilled as colour exploded behind his eyes. The fire that had been building inside of him burst, sending tingles and waves of pleasure through out every fiber of his being. Red drank in all of it, every little thing that Zim did.
Red thrust once more, his own pleasure over taking him. He moaned lowly, his eyes rolling back. The muscles of both Irken's quivered making tingles run through out their over sensitized bodies. Red breathed deeply as he pulled away from Zim, looking down at the smaller Irken that was laying there, watching. Red grabbed his under shirt and gently wiped first Zim and then himself free of the clear jelly that was all over their lower halves. Red threw the shirt away and curled up beside Zim, wrapping his long arms around the small Irken.
Zim sighed happily and tucked his head under Red's chin, perfectly content to bask in the afterglow in Red's arms. He felt safe in the scarlet Tallest's arms, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
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Purple glanced at the screen, squirming in his seat. He really didn't want to have to deal with this alone.....But Red was still in the storage room with Zim.
"Can't you just come back later?" Purple huffed, annoyed that he actually had to talk to the idiot on screen.
"Almighty Tallest, I can't turn these dignitaries back! They've traveled for eight months to make an alliance. The Ro'Kaeleran's won't understand!" A mid-sized Soldier with dark red eyes explained hurriedly. His escortees were not a patient people, and the Soldier had a feeling that they were going to start taking out their frustration on him soon.
"Whatever. Send them to Meeting Room 2E. I'll get there when I get there. Until then you can stay with them since you seem to know what they want so badly." Purple ordered, a touch of frost in his voice. He had a plan that hinged on Red and Zim not being interrupted!
Growling, Purple hovered out of his chair and off of the Bridge. A trail of terrified Drones and even a few Soldiers followed Purple all the way to the level where the Meeting Rooms were stationed. Still growling, Purple picked several sharp looking soldiers to play Guard for the visiting Ambassadors/Dignitaries. Antennae twitched sporadically in anger, fortunately leaving him a wide bearing to go retrieve Red from the storage room that the other Tallest was locked in.
Purple sighed to himself, typing in the code and opening the door. He blinked as he looked inside. Where were they? The door shut behind Purple as the Tallest wandered in, trying to find the other Tallest and the Invader he knew to be in the room. Where could they be? It wasn't as if the room was very big.....
Light purring reached Purple's hearing, calling him to look behind a large crate of snacks. Purple peaked around the crate to see Red and Zim curled up together, their eyes closed in rest. Purple smiled faintly, at least they had gotten some time alone. He hated to break the beautiful picture that they made but Red was needed. Purple couldn't really do anything dealing with major decisions by himself. Red couldn't either. It was to ensure that the Empire wasn't being pulled into two different directions.
Kneeling down Purple gently shook Red's shoulder, bringing the other into consciousness. Red curled around Zim a little before he realized that it wasn't Zim that had touched him. Blushing deeply Red turned his head a little to see who had caught him and Zim. It was Purple. Red breathed a sigh of relief, though his blush stayed. He still wasn't very comfortable with being naked. It was weird not to be almost completely covered up.
Red sat up and quickly pulled his black pants on. Zim curled up, missing the warmth that had suddenly disappeared. One eye cracked open to see that Purple was standing next to Red who was sitting up. Zim pushed himself up, blinking away the last remaining effects of the sedative.
"We have to go Red. We've got some stupid meeting thing with these Ro'Kaeleran's. Whatever they are." Purple explained as he handed Zim his shirt which had somehow made it to the top of the crate. Zim stayed sitting as he quickly got dressed again. He was quiet as he watched Red put his robes and armor back on. Zim wrapped his arms around himself as Purple and Red continued talking about some sort of meeting.
"Come on Zim. You can be a body guard or something," Red said, holding out his hand to pull the small Invader up. Zim took the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up, his eyes still locked on the floor. He had hoped to spend some time with Red.....Loud gasps pulled Zim's attention to the Tallest who were staring at him.
"My Tallest?" Zim asked, pink eyes showing his concern and confusion. They just kept staring at him like he had an extra head or something. Zim gave himself a quick look over, trying to find what had them so stunned.
"Z-Zim! You've gotten Tall!" Purple sputtered, hovering next to Zim to show just how mush the Invader had grown. At the trial Zim had just barely gone past their knees, and now he was at their waists while they were hovering. Zim blinked, trying to absorb what he had just had pointed out to him. He continued to stare blankly. How was this even possible? He was a fully grown Irken, the shortest, but fully grown. He had been fully grown for almost sixty years now.....
"What on Irk happened?" Red asked, confused as well. As far as he knew there was no way for an Irken to force themselves to grow. Purple shook his head, he had no explanation either.
"We can figure this out later. Zim can stay in the Medbay while we deal with the Ro'Kaeleran's," Purple stated a lot more calmly then he felt. Zim and Red nodded dazedly and followed Purple. The Tallest left Zim at the Medbay to go to their meeting. Zim stared at the Medbay doors cautiously. He really hated the Medbay. Hated it with a burning hatred! Zim suppressed a growl and stepped into the sterile Medbay. That was the only thing that was good about the icky place. The wonderful cleanliness.
Zim looked around at the several medical beds. Along the wall nearest to him were a few chairs and a desk. At the very back was a very sterile room used for the rare surgery. Zim shuddered. He had been in a room like that before. While Zim was standing in the doorway reliving horrible memories a Medic-Drone came up beside him.
"Hello? Hey, you listening? Hey! HELLO? Are you okay? Heeelllooooo?" The Medic-Drone shouted beside Zim who continued to stare blankly. The Medic-Drone finally stopped calling and poked the blank looking Irken on the arm.
"Do not touch ZIM!" Zim screamed as he leapt away from the slightly taller Irken. He eyed the other Irken warily, his arms raised defensively.
"Whoa! Calm down. Sheesh....Why are you here? Hearing problem?" The Medic-Drone said, hands out in a peaceful gesture. Zim continued to watch the other though he let his arms fall back to his sides.
"No, stupid Drone. The Tallest sent me here because I have gotten Tall," Zim stated. He watched the Drone look at him oddly. Zim pressed back the urge to roll his eyes.
"It's perfectly normal for a smeet or young Irken to grow," The Medic-Drone said like he was talking to someone very stupid. The Medic-Drone motioned for Zim to sit down in one of the chairs. The Drone shook his head and went to the desk to grab a few tools. Did no one explain anything to smeets these days?
"Zim is not stupid. I should not be growing!" Zim insisted, hands clenched. He didn't like being treated like he was an idiot. He wasn't stupid. Sometimes it took him a while to understand what someone meant but that didn't mean he was a moron.
"Yes yes. I know it can be frightening for a young Irken to grow Tall. How old are you? I can tell you when you can expect to stop growing," The Medic-Drone said, probably trying to assure Zim that everything was normal. Zim suppressed a twitch. The idiot was just not getting it!
"A day younger than the Tallest," Zim growled, his claws slowly edging through the cloth of his gloves. This was going to drive him crazy!
"But that would put you at 157! Irken's stop growing between their eighties and nineties....." The Medic-Drone looked confused and a little concerned now. The Medic stood from the desk and ushered Zim over to a medical bed. Once there the Medic brought down a scanner from the wall to begin a few tests and scans.
"Duh," Zim muttered as the Medic started scanning him and doing a few other things. Rates and other information scrolled across the screen. The Medic frowned as he read over everything. He pulled down a different scanner, twisted some knobs and held it over Zim's back. A picture of Zim's organs appeared on the screen. The Medic's frown deeped making Zim's squeedlyspooch twist. Was there something wrong with him?
"Have you had any trauma near or to your PAK in the last few months?" The Medic-Drone asked carefully, watching Zim to see if anything would be revealed. Zim thought back and couldn't remember anything. He shook his head and paused half-way through a shake. The Trial! His PAK had been ripped off.....
"Uh..... I had my PAK un-willingly taken off...." Zim muttered, his pink eyes darkening as his thoughts were dragged back to that horrible day.
"Who willingly takes their PAK off?" The Medic-Drone said dryly. The Medic-Drone read over all the results one more time before sighing and putting all the scanning and test equipment away. The door hissed open attracting both occupants attention.
The Tallest hovered in, emanating something akin to fury. The Medic-Drone saluted and then bowed respectfully, while Zim only saluted.
"Well? What's wrong with him?" Red snarled, taking his apparent anger out on the poor Drone. Zim held back a cringe while Purple roughly ripped the results from the Medic's hands. Purple glanced over the report, frowning in the same way that the Medic had. Red cast Purple a curious glance, his stance still screaming a promise of violence.
"Zim, show me your back," Purple ordered, still frowning as he undid the catchs to his gauntlets. Red picked up the report curiously, trying to figure out what the medical gobbley-gook actually meant.
Zim hesitantly turned, not wanting to bare his upper body in front of the Medic-Drone. Purple tapped his fingers impatiently, while he scowled at the cowering Medic. Stupid thing. There was no way the report could be right. Zim gulped but pulled his shirt off. He flinched when he felt four fingers run along the line where his PAK and his flesh met. The fingers stopped and pressed down making Zim whimper. That hurt. The fingers pulled away and Zim turned to stare at Purple.
"According to the report your gleesha gland is being pressed by your PAK causing it to produce proper growth hormones. And it should stop when you've grown enough that it stops pressing against it. That's what I pressed on your back. Its swollen because it's producing so many hormones." Purple explained, slowly putting his gauntlets back on. Red nodded, that was cool, Zim was going to be taller. Added height was always a good thing, right?
"How Tall, My Tallest?" Zim asked nervously, hurriedly pulling his shirt back on. If he got to much Taller he wouldn't be able to continue conquering Earth. Humans only got so tall after all....
"If the report is right.....you're going to be at least 15 marks....." Purple said with difficulty. That was only a little shorter than himself and Red. Red stared at Zim, shock written across his face. Zim's face was emotionless. What was he going to do? Being an Invader is what he lived for!
A choked sound drew all of their attentions to the Medic-Drone that they had all forgotten about. Red and Purple glared at the Drone, dark intentions hovering about them like a cloud. They'd had enough trouble suppressing the Ya'Pey rumors that they really didn't want to deal with ones that might arise from this little issue.
"I expect that patient confidentiality isn't going to be an issue?" Red asked, standing so that the light made him look like a living shadow. His eyes glowed fiercely and he knew that Purple looked just as terrifying.
"Of course Almighty Tallest!" The Medic-Drone stammered, his eyes wide and his entire body shaking with fear. The Medic had a feeling that if anything got out that being thrown out of an air-lock would be a blessing. The Tallest glared at him for a moment longer before dismissing him. The Medic scrambled out of the Medbay like he was being chased by a Slaughtering-Rat-Person.
Red and Purple pulled themselves together and sat down on either side of Zim. Zim was still wide-eyed, shock gripping him. They each hugged Zim before pulling away to rest a hand gently on slim shoulders.
"Things'll work out," Purple whispered, trying to reassure Zim. The prospect of Zim getting Taller was daunting. It had good and bad things that would slowly present themselves as the smaller Irken began to grow.
"Zim has a planet to conquer," Zim stated emotionlessly and pulled out of their grip leaving the Tallest stunned. By the time Red and Purple had thrown off their stupor Zim had left the Massive and was heading back to Earth. They sighed and headed for the Bridge. Zim would call when he calmed down. And then they could figure out just exactly what was going to happen.

Last Note: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I was stricken with Writer's Block! I know the end is kinda wonky but that's because I wanted to end it before it turned out to be it's own separate piece. Not that you guys would have minded.....Well that's it for now. Hopefully I can get the last part out soon. Major thanks to Forbidden Secrets, you always leave comments that make me LOVE writing. Major thanks to InvaderMonkey and acidalteredfingerprints, you guys rock!
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