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This chapter has been put out (so quick!) especially for Forbidden Secrets who's Birthday was the 19th(yesterday!) Happy Birthday~! Edited!
I always see fics with Purple being everyones bitch and I get tired of it. To me, he is SO the dominating one in the bedroom. ANYway, on with the last part of this little thing. I hope you all like it, though I know you're going to be sad that it's ending. I WILL write more! Just not for this little number. Though it will probably take place in the same 'universe', because its not canon but its not horribly AU(I like AU >>). So you guys can keep your eyes open for stuff. Maybe some of Zim's time on Earth? Who's to say that nothing happened there? Earth as you all know, is not a kind place......
Zim woke from his forced rest with a scream, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His breathing was erratic and his eyes wide as he recalled what terrified him so. That horrible nightmare.....
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"Like we would ever want someone so very tiny" Red sneered, pressing his body against Purple. Their hands entwined as they looked down at Zim.
"Yeah, the Ro'Kaeleran's can have you, you're no good to us any more," Purple agreed, wrapping his other arm around Red's shoulder. He moaned and leaned back as Red leaned in to lick the long neck presented to him.
"And you'll finally be out of out antennae" Red continued, glaring at Zim as he pet Purple heavily. Tears sprung in Zim's eyes as strange arms pulled him away from the two who had claimed his soul and then ruthlessly broken it.
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Zim sighed to himself, his breathing calmed. His long form was curled awkwardly in his small Voot Cruiser. He knew it was just a dream.... but it felt so real. Red and Purple would never do that to him. And what exactly were Ro'Kaeleran's anyway? Besides, he was Tall now! In the dream he was always short. But why was his psyche out to get him suddenly? He managed to shake it off as an alert popped up. He would be reaching the Massive in less than a day.
In less than a day he would finally be able to stretch his sore and cramped limbs. And maybe once he saw his Tallest he could finally shake off that horrid dream. Zim cracked his neck and gave himself a once over. He was much taller, his form lean and very thin. His clothing had also changed to accommodate his new height. He still wore his black pants, boots and gloves-there had been plenty of black material- but there was no Invader Pink. Zim scowled at the plain black shirt that he wore. It was no standard uniform anywhere and he hated it because of that. He was an Invader and he wanted people to know that. Taking calming breaths he chanted to himself that he could get a proper shirt on the Massive.
Briefly he contemplated putting himself back into the meditative rest that he had been in for most of the long journey. He shook his head, trying to loosen the idea from his brain. Every time it ended in that nightmare. Besides, it was only a little less than a day. He could handle it!
Groaning, he leaned back as much as he could in the cramped Cruiser, trying to straighten his back. He squirmed and fiddled with his fingers nervously. What would they say when they saw him? He was much Taller now, almost as tall as they! And what would he do? Would he be reassigned a planet to conquer? Were there even planets left to conquer, or had all that needed to be conquered been done? There were other duties that an Invader performed of course, conquering planets was just one facet that an Invader needed to be able to do. Spying on enemies, playing ambassador and sometimes assassinating were just a few of the things that Invaders were trained to do. But what would he be needed for? There were so many Invaders right now, he of course was the best but still...... Being an Invader was what he lived for. It had been his greatest dream since he was a smeet. And he had achieved that dream. Becoming an Invader was glorious, he was honoured above all other Soldiers because of it.
Zim was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the ship's computer alerting him that they were in hailing range of the Massive. He didn't however miss the transmission that was sent to him.
"Unknown Irken vessel, identify yourself immediately or face obliteration."
Zim cursed himself for losing his thoughts so easily. It was a standard hail to which he quickly replied.
"This is Invader Zim requesting permission to dock aboard the Massive." Zim replied, reaching out and easily transmitting the message and his personal identification numbers before leaving the channel open for a video confirmation. The screen in front of him lit up showing a Technician Drone manning the station from the Massive's Bridge. Zim couldn't hear anything other than the Technician on the screen but he could see the calm faces of his Tallest.
"Permission granted Irken Zim, proceed to the Docking Bay." The Technician stated and fluidly closed the communication. Zim scowled and thought about ways he could make the Technician never forget his proper title. Zim sent the thought away and dutifully ran through the standard docking procedures. He was practically vibrating by the time they allowed him to land. His fingers drummed impatiently against the dashboard as the Ship Technicians secured his ship. They stepped away and Zim practically blew the hatch for his cockpit open. He jumped out, relishing the chance to stretch to his full height and work out all the kinks that had formed over the very long journey. He looked down when he heard gasps to find the three Ship Technicians staring at him in awe. Zim smirked as he looked down at the them. It felt good to be able to finally be able to look down at people with out his PAK-legs.
"Are you Zim?" A Tall Irken asked, standing at the ships entrance way. The Irken wore fine clothes speaking of his high rank, a Commander perhaps?
"What do you want of Zim?" Zim asked suspiciously, lately every time someone he didn't know wanted him it ended up with him being kidnapped. Needless to say he was starting to get sick of it.
"The Tallest requested that you meet with the them in Meeting Hall 2G. I shall take you there myself," The Tall Irken said from across the docking bay. Zim eyed the other, something didn't quite feel right about what the Tall Irken was saying. He crossed over to stand beside the other, still more than suspicious, though he let none of it show. Standing beside the other Irken, Zim was pleased to note that the other was shorter than himself by at least three marks, maybe more. The other Irken seemed quite surprised that Zim was taller than he was.
"And just who are you?" Zim asked though he followed the other Irken out of the Docking Bay. While they walked Zim tried to figure out what it was about this other Irken that set his antennae on end. He was great at reading people, it was one of the ways that he used to get people to do the things he asked of them. He finally figured it out when he caught sight of an almost unnoticeable scowl on the other's face. This one didn't like him, but why? Whatever it was it didn't matter to Zim, he could defend himself well enough. Besides, Zim hadn't done anything to him......
"I am Taller Grek, Second in Command of the Massive and the Armada. Should the Almighty Tallest be required elsewhere it is I who controls the fleet," Grek said proudly, his head held high and a strange light in his dark red eyes. Zim nodded, letting Grek know he was listening.
The two walked for some time, going down long corridors and taking several elevators. Zim was glad for the walk, it allowed him to better stretch his still stiff muscles. It had been a long trip after all, he couldn't expect his body not to complain. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they stood before two large doors labeled Meeting Hall 2G. Grek placed his palm along a hand scanner to open the doors. The doors slid back with a mighty woosh revealing a long table with several chairs in the middle of a rather large room. Seated at the table were three strange looking beings that Zim had never seen before. They were large beings with light blue skin. They were scantily clad, with only a piece of clothing wrapped around their waists and they wore no shoes or gloves. Their four eyes were dark and pupiled much like an Earthlings. They had three fingers, a thumb and antennae twice as thick as the largest Irkens. It was strange that they had no guards with them, unless two of the three at the table were actually guards instead of dignitaries.
Across the table was a harried looking Soldier and behind him were two more Soldiers that Zim quickly noted were probably there as guards. The guards eyed Zim carefully, noting his height and whom he was with. The Soldier at the table looked at them gratefully making Zim wonder just what the Tallest wanted from him. Why was he needed in this matter, and where exactly were the Tallest?
"Lord Wak'naer, I have brought someone for you to meet," Grek purred as he sat down next to the Soldier at the table, pulling Zim with him. Zim held back a snarl at the touch. What did Grek think he was playing at? Zim pulled away from Grek angrily as they sat down. The aliens across from them looked pleased. Their eyes roamed over Zim making him feel vulnerable somehow. There was a look in their eyes that he recognized but he just didn't quite remember where from.
"Taller Grek, it is good to see you again. Is this the one that will be unioned with my son?" The middle one, apparently Lord Wak'naer asked curiously. The one to Wak'naer's left perked at the question and stared at Zim creepily. Zim looked at Grek oddly, what the Blorch was going on? What union? And where were the Tallest?!
"Yes, this is the one that the Almighty Tallest have chosen to cement the treaty. The Control Brains agree with their decision. When will the Ro'Kaeleran and Irken treaty be finalized?" Grek said eerily, that strange light back in his eyes. The word Ro'Kaeleran made Zim's squeedilyspooch sink, his nightmare swinging to the forefront on his mind.
"Treaty?" Zim questioned nervously. His skin had paled slightly and his instincts were telling him to bolt. He was very inclined to listen to them too, but if Grek was right the Tallest wanted him to be in the room.
"Yes, my people wished to make a treaty with the Irken Empire and suggested that it be finalized with a union between a Ro'Kaeleran and an Irken. We have concluded that our species are compatible and that such a union would be beneficial to both sides. It will allow for our cultures to better understand each other." The Ro'Kaeleran to the right of Wak'naer explained, seeing that the one that had been chosen hadn't been told everything.
Grek looked smug as he watched the colour drain from Zim's face. Heh, at least the useless Defect could be used for something now. Grek didn't know what the Almighty Tallest were thinking in letting Zim live but at least now Grek could spare someone else from these barbarians.
"This one is pretty Father, I think she'll do," The Son said amiably, a smile on his face as he finally stopped staring at Zim. Zim pressed down his panic and let it be replaced by fury. Why would the Tallest do such a thing?! Did they not care about him anymore?
"No! No union-thingy! And Zim is not a girl!" Zim shouted heatedly, standing and slamming his fists down onto the table. Everyone in the room looked surprised and Zim began to growl. He was an Invader, not some bargaining chip. He stopped when laughing broke out from the Ro'Kaeleran's. The aliens laughed heartily for a few minutes, their mirth making the Irkens in the room uneasy. The one that they had been told would be in the union had just flat out said that he wasn't going to go along with their union.
"How excellent! My future spouse has such a passion!" The Son chuckled, two of his eyes still closed in mirth while the other two now watched Zim hungrily. The Soldiers in the room looked at each other uneasily. If Zim was unwilling then that would mean that the Almighty Tallest were indirectly breaking one of the strictest laws on Irk. What were the Almighty Tallest thinking?
Zim looked faintly horrified, though his anger was still clouding his face. He backed away from the table so that the wall was at his back, one less place to defend should he have to fight. One of the guards shifted so that he was slightly to Zim's side, ready to defend the Taller Irken.
"Yes, that is something the Almighty Tallest thought you would like," Grek smiled greasily an almost demented grin on his face.
"How kind of them!" Lord Wak'naer chortled happily. Grek called down a screen quickly writing up the last lines of the treaty. He passed it over to Wak'Naer who looked it over and nodded. Wak'naer pressed his thumb against the bottom of the screen, signing it. He passed it back to Grek who pulled off his glove to do the same. Beside his though he pressed a card, transferring the Control Brains consent onto the treaty. They didn't even need the Tallest. The Ro'Kaeleran's stood and began to move to the other side of the table so that they could talk more personally. But before they could sit down again the doors swooshed open and two very tall shadows stretched into the room.
Almighty Tallest Red and Purple hovered into the room simultaneously, looking at everyone in the room strangely. Both half lowered one eye lid trying to silently assess what exactly was going on.
"Ah, Tallest Purple, Tallest Red! How good of you to join us! Taller Grek has introduced us to the one that will be joined in union with my son," Wak'naer explained, motioning for the other leaders to join everyone at the table. Red and Purple looked at each other confused. What on Irk was Wak'naer talking about? They had sent Grek to stall the Ro'Kaeleran's while they tried to think of a way to tell them that there would be no union with out offending them. After all, they had spent over four years trying to work out a treaty that both sides could agree to.
The Tallest moved forward, suspicious now that they were thrown off by Wak'naer's explanation. They looked at Zim oddly as they sat down on the other side of the seated Soldier. What was Zim doing in the Meeting Hall? Hadn't they sent Zim a message to his Voot Cruiser to meet them in the Tallest Suite?
"He has, has he?" Red murmured, eyeing Grek. What was Grek doing?
"Yes, my son quite likes this Zim," Wak'naer said jovially as he pulled out a small hand-held device from a pocket. Purple and Red choked. Zim?! Zim couldn't be used to finalize the treaty, he was theirs. Not only that, but Zim was Ya'Pey. The Empire couldn't lose something like that even if the general populace didn't know about it.
"You don't mean him, do you?" Purple asked, pointing at Zim hoping that maybe it was a different Zim. He knew it could be no other though, every Irken had their own unique name. Not one had the same name as anyone else(which lead to some strange names).
"Yes, quite feisty that one!" Wak'naer said appreciatively as he keyed in a few things to his strange little hand-held device.
"How strange, because we were coming here to tell you that the union wasn't going to be possible," Red said evenly, his voice leaking a hint of anger as he slid a glare Grek's way. Zim looked confused and relieved. His Tallest weren't trying to get rid of him.
The The Ro'Kaeleran's all looked confused and glanced at each other, trying to figure out what was going on. Grek had told them that Zim would be put in the union, but the Tallest were telling them that there would be no union at all.
"It is alright Almighty Tallest, the Control Brain has agreed to the union and Zim's part in it." Grek stated, trying to salvage everything before it went down the drain. Grek's antennae lay flat at the dark look the the Tallest sent him. Why were they trying to save Zim? He knew it was breaking a potent law but Zim was breaking the law by simply existing! Defects were to be killed and deleted, simple as that. Grek figured it was the perfect way to rid the Empire of a Defect while gaining something for it. Why not maximize their loss to a gain?
Zim couldn't tell who was angrier, Red or Purple. It made him feel better to know that they weren't going to use him like that. It also made his nightmare seem like a stupid daymare. He watched as the Tallest both fought to contain their anger. For some reason they really didn't want to loose it. Perhaps they actually needed the treaty instead of how they usually just made them to humour others.
"Zim is not going into any union. He is an Invader, and I'm positive that he is against this!" Purple argued, hands clenched as he used every bit of self control to stay sitting. Zim nodded hastily, he wanted no part of this!
"His agreement in this is inconsequential. As for his occupation, you have many Invaders. We had heard of your Operation Impending Doom 2," Wak'naer stated casually, waving his hand as if he was waving away their excuses. Really, one would think that they had issues about copulation or something. Though that would certainly explain the Irken's strange fascination with covering themselves up so completely.
"Inconsequential? His agreement in the matter is more than necessary! Rape is considered one of the most heinous crimes on our planet. If he doesn't want to join your little union idea then he isn't," Red insisted, his claws scraping across his gauntlets while he stomped down the sudden urge to do something very violent.
"Really? It isn't even a crime on our planet......" Wak'naer mused aloud, tapping his fingers against his chin. Red and Purple looked at the Ro'Kaeleran's horrified. That was sick! How could touching someone sexually against their will not be illegal?
"Well it is on ours so you can't have him!" Purple said, starting to sound like a smeet who wasn't getting its way. He was getting desperate, he knew that they needed their treaty with the The Ro'Kaeleran's...... but would it really be worth it to give up Zim?
"The treaty has already been signed by your Control Brains and Taller Grek. It is as if you signed it yourself. Are you saying you wish to break the treaty?" Wak'naer asked, all of his eyes narrowed as he watched the leaders of the Irken Empire. They both seemed distressed about loosing Zim. Perhaps Zim was their child? No, that didn't make any sense.... from what they had gathered Irken's hadn't had a natural birth in centuries....
"If thats what it's going to-" Red growled out, only to be cut off by Purple.
"He's to Tall!" Purple shouted out, after he had eyed Zim carefully. He was taking a huge chance here but he was willing to try it to keep Zim with them. Purple was cursing in his mind, Wak'naer was right about the treaty having practically been signed by he and Red. The Ro'Kaeleran's, Red and Zim all looked at him strangely. How was that going to save Zim?
"What does his height have to do with anything?" The Son asked, he was getting angry, these Irkens just didn't want to have to hand over such a prize. Though he really couldn't blame them.... it was the eyes. Dark luscious pink eyes.....
"He's tall, but not as Tall as you two." Wak'naer said, he knew what Purple was trying to do. If Zim was as tall as Red and Purple then he would be a leader of Irk and unable to fulfill the Irken half of the union.
"Sure he is!" Red said, getting into it. As long as they could keep Wak'naer from asking for a specific measurement they could get away with it. There was unfortunately no way that Zim could be exactly the same height as he and Purple. They had been a fluke, having Zim be the same height would be an out right miracle.
"See?" Purple said, turning off his hover-belt and standing next to Zim. Remarkably they appeared to be the same height. Purple was more than a little shocked as he hadn't expected it to be so close. He and Red were the tallest Tallest ever by 2 marks and 5 checks. Red moved over to the other side of Zim turning off his own hover-belt to stare into shocked pink eyes. Apparently Zim hadn't realized just how Tall he was. Of course, neither had Red but he chalked it up to having other things to worry about when he had first seen Zim in the Meeting Hall.
"Did you know that Irkens measure height right down to the molecular level? We're quite thorough about it," Grek said casually, speaking up for the first time in a while. Grek suppressed a smirk at the malevolent looks on the Tallest's faces. The Ro'Kaeleran's looked over to Grek curious and suspicious. There appeared to be a small mutiny going on.
"Escort Taller Grek out of the Meeting Hall. He's done enough for today," Red ordered to the left guard. Grek left with a smile that Red was going to make sure to wipe off with his fist. He looked back to the Ro'Kaeleran's and nearly groaned. They were going to ask for a measurement. At least it would stall long enough to think of something else. He couldn't believe that it was even possible for this to have happened.
"It would be for the best if Zim was measured. After all, we wouldn't want to unnecessarily break the newly signed treaty on little more than a guess would we?" Wak'naer's right hand man said slickly before Wak'naer or his son could open their mouths. The son and Wak'aner nodded, that would be excellent. There was no way that Zim was the exact same height anyways.
"Fine. You can stay here while Zim is brought to the Medical Bay," Purple said through his teeth as he pulled Zim along behind him. He was so angry that he forgot to turn his hover-belt back on as he stomped off.
"We'll put the data on a T-disc.," Red growled as he followed behind Zim. He had seen Wak'naer go to complain about the Ro'Kaeleran's not being present during the measuring. The Ro'Kaeleran's scowled but stayed in the Meeting Hall. A T-disc was a specially made disc that would not hold any tampered data. The disc was Vortian in design and used around the Universe.
Purple lead them to the nearest Med-Bay, making sure that it was empty before stepping inside. The particular Med-Bay that they were in was one of the smaller ones with only three beds and no surgery room. It was closer to the middle of the ship were injuries occurred less.
Purple made himself at home in the Med-Bay. It was a place that he was comfortable at. He had spent most of his life as a Medical-Drone before he became Tallest. As Purple methodically set everything up, Red got Zim to sit on the bed that the violet Tallest was working next to. He knew how measurements went. He'd had plenty growing up and then as they were trying to determine if he or Purple was the Tallest.
Zim sat nervously on the bed while Purple flitted about the bed. Red stood off to the side, feeling useless. What were they going to do if Zim wasn't as tall as they? Which was about 99.99% likely that Zim wasn't their height. They really needed the treaty with the Ro'Kaeleran's.... but could they really give up Zim, even for the betterment of the Empire? Red knew that if it was anyone else that he and Purple wouldn't have put up such a fight. Of course they would have fought for anyone had someone else been roped into the treaty in such a manner.....
"Alright Zim, just lay back and relax. This'll only take a minute," Purple said uneasily, everything was set up. He squeezed Zim's hand reassuringly before he stepped away from the bed to stand next to Red while the machine did what it was programmed to do.
Purple and Red stood beside the bed, watching as the medical scanner ran over Zim's still form. The lithe body on the medical bed looked nervous as the machine passed over him, determining his fate. A beep let them all know that it was finished. Red and Purple stopped breathing as they read the numbers that determined Zim's fate.
Purple suddenly broke into hysterical laughter, gripping the bed tightly. He leaned on the bed as the laughter over took him, stealing his breath. Tears had started to leak from his eyes when Red suddenly slapped him across the face. Zim stared at the two in fear. What was going on? Would he be forced to leave with the Ro'Kaeleran's as living proof of the treaty? Zim shuddered as he remembered the looks that they had given him, reminding him of that horrible something long ago.
"Well...?" Red asked, his voice shaking. He couldn't read all that medical jargon. Was Zim too short? Would he be doomed to some sort of barbaric bond?
"So close! We almost lost you!" Purple cried, the occasional giggle still escaping him. Purple wrapped his arms around Zim, wanting to never let go. Purple hugged Zim tightly, nearly cutting off circulation as he pressed the re-rising hysteria back down. Zim was theirs. They didn't have to give Zim to those beasts to confirm the treaty.
Red stood stock still, Purple's words rooting him to the floor. They wouldn't lose Zim! Red gave a cry of glee before he crushed the other two in an embrace. None of them heard the door open as they were to engrossed with holding each other. Sadly though a cough drew their attention to the door that they had failed to lock. Standing in the doorway was Taller Grek.
"Yes?" Red asked icily, it had been Taller Grek who had put forth the suggestion that Zim be the one offered to the Ro'Kaeleran's. Red's antennae twitched angrily as he noted that Grek seemed to be almost careless in his stance, as if he held no respect for the occupants of the room.
"Why? WHY?! Why do you defend that useless Defect?! Everything was set up, it was perfect! That laughing-stock would never trouble any Irken ever again. All my planning ruined because what, you like him now? I watched as you mocked him and it never sunk through that idiot's thick skull! You demoted him to a Food Services Drone and yet here he is, on the Massive and being treated like he's Tallest himself!" Grek ranted and roared, two cables rising from his PAK, each with a high-powered laser in it's grasp. Red let go of the two, standing to his full height and calling forth his own cables with his favorite laser's.
"It is none of your business Grek," Red growled, leaving off Grek's title purposefully. Grek's eyes held a strange light, one that Red was associating with insanity. While Red kept Grek busy, Zim had opened his PAK to reach for a gun. He raised his personal shield and expanded it to encompass Red and Purple as well. It wouldn't be as strong this way but it would hold up to two or three shots. Purple however had reached for the wall and the security button. At least two guards were now on their way to the Medbay.
"None of my business?! You fools are going to run the Empire into nothingness because you found a new play toy? I won't let you do that! Not to MY Empire!" Grek snarled and leapt for Red, lasers blazing. Red leapt to the side, firing while Zim stayed planted on the medical bed firing as well. Grek growled as shots were absorbed by his own shield and swung a fist down to clout Zim. Zim ducked down and kicked Grek in the belly sending the other Irken to the floor. He locked his gun on the crouching Irken, Red doing the same while Purple pulled out his own, two in hand and two grasped in his PAK-cables.
"Your Empire? I don't think so. Red and I have fought harder for this Empire than almost any Irken out there. You're going to live to be sorry about this Grek," Purple sneered, his grasp tight as he kept his eyes on Grek. A desperate enemy was a dangerous enemy. None of them fired knowing that the shields would absorb the hits. They stayed like that for some time, weapons locked on Grek, should he even twitch the wrong way. Grek growled low to himself as he tried to figure out a way that he could get out of this. The door opening made all of their antennae twitch, the sound catching their attention but not drawing it away from their prey. The three knew that taking your eye off of someone even for a second could have dire consequences.
"Almighty Tallest? What is going on here?" Someone from the door, presumably a guard asked.
"Grek here figured that he would make an attempt to procure the Empire for himself," Red stated calmly, not looking up as he motioned with his antennae for a guard to come forward and take care of their problem. They all heard the hum of a charging stun-stick and Grek looked away from the three to stare angrily at the guards who had taken away any chance he had of taking out the Tallest.
Grek screamed as a charged stun-stick was jammed into his neck. The crazed Irken slumped against the ground, unconscious. One of the guards grabbed the lasers and pried open Grek's PAK to remove the rest of the weapons stored there. Red and Purple sighed, dropping their arms and putting their lasers away. Zim did the same, staring at Grek's prone form oddly.
"Take him to a holding cell. Make sure its small," Purple ordered, the guards saluting and dragging Grek away. The door closed and Purple let his shoulders slump. Red wrapped an arm around Purple, trying to get the other to buck up. They still weren't finished. They had to deal with the Ro'Kaeleran's yet.
"Come on. Zim don't forget the results of the scan," Red commanded, waving at the small disc that had the information on it. Red took the lead, two morose Irken's following him silently. The accusations and attack had left Purple and Zim strangely quiet. It was odd since they were usually so lively.
They walked in together, Red grinning like a lunatic while Purple and Zim seemed to be depressed for some reason.
"Well?" Wak'naer asked edgily. He hadn't planned on anything like this. If the treaty was made null it could take another four years to work out another treaty and the Ro'Kaeleran's just didn't have that kind of time. Unlike the Irkens, they needed this treaty now.
"Look for yourself." Red said smugly, handing the disc over. On it were Zim's height as well as Red and Purple's.
Wak'naer hesitantly put the disc into his hand-held device and scrolled through the information. Clenching the device so heard that it creaked Wak'naer fought not to scream. Zim was the exact same height as the Tallest. How was that possible?! He would have accused them of tampering with the information but the T-discs were over twenty years old and no one had yet to be able to get tampered data onto them.
"The treaty is null and void," Wak'naer said to his son and associate. He put the hand-held back into the pocket that it had come from. The Ro'Kaeleran's looked as if there was something that they wanted to do or say but it wasn't coming out. They had wasted four years for nothing........
"Tootles!" Red said cheerily, waving as the guards escorted the Ro'Kaeleran's off of his ship. Red felt positively giddy. They may have lost the treaty but now there was no way that Zim would ever get taken away from them! Giggling to himself he wrapped his hands around Purple's and Zim's.
"I'm so sorry Zim," Purple whispered, keeping his head bowed. He was ecstatic that Zim wouldn't be going with the Ro'Kaeleran's but it was only after, that he had realized what he had done. The Ro'Kaeleran's would expect to see Zim as a Tallest soon which meant that Zim couldn't be an Invader anymore. Purple had just helped to rip Zim's greatest dream away from him.
Red looked at Purple oddly, why was he apologizing to Zim? They had just done the greatest thing ever!
Zim didn't say anything but he pulled away from Red and Purple, turning so that he wasn't looking at them. He was happy that he wouldn't have to leave his Tallest..... but as much as he had ranted about being Tallest when he was a smeet he hadn't wanted to be Tallest. He had wanted to be an Invader..... and now to stay with Red and Purple he was going to have to give that up. He took a deep breath and turned around to see confused ruby and apologetic violet. He saw the emotions in their eyes and felt like the lowest piece of dirt. How could he do that to them? They were his Tallest and their well-being came before his own.
"There is nothing to apologize for. I am glad to be with my Tallest," Zim said softly, staring at the ground while he placed a hand on one of theirs. Zim squished his own loss deep down. He could deal with it later. He lifted his head and smiled softly for them.
"Zim.... I... thank you," Purple mumbled and hugged Zim tightly. He knew that it really wasn't okay but it made him feel special to know that Zim would give up his dream to stay with them.
"What about me? Don't I get a hug?" Red pouted, crossing his arms and turning away from the slightly. He was playing, trying to lighten the mood. They were so doomy and gloomy.
"Nope," Purple chirped, hugging Zim tighter and sticking his tongue out at Red. Purple chuckled at the affronted look on Red's face. He smiled and nuzzled against Zim's shoulder. Zim's small smile became a small smirk as he wrapped his arms possessively around Purple.
"Well fine, I know when I'm not wanted," Red said snootily. He stood and walked to the door with his antennae turned slightly back. Two long bodies tackled his before he made even made it half-way to the door.
"Aw, we want you Red...." Purple purred from one shoulder, pinning Red lightly.
"Mhmmm" Zim agreed from Red's other shoulder. Zim wasn't pinning as much as he was just laying on top of Red. Red tilted his head back and refused to look at them despite the silly grin on his face. Zim took advantage of the bare neck to give it a quick lick. Red yelped and jerked his head back down to try and look at Zim. Red squirmed trying to wipe his neck off, it hadn't been a good lick.
"But we're going to have to get you later. You have to go to the Bridge and set a course for Irk. We have a Tallest to inaugurate." Purple stated lightly as he and Zim slunk off of Red to stand. Red pouted again before sighing and standing. He knew that someone had to go do it. He had a feeling that Purple wanted to talk to Zim about something. Oh well, he would go to the Bridge, tell the Navigator their new course and then appoint someone to be in charge while he slipped off to their suite.
Purple watched as Red left them, thankful that the other had understood without him having to ask. He sighed and looked at Zim who had become quiet and melancholy now that Red wasn't around. Purple took Zim's hand into his own and pulled, trying to get the soon-to-be-Tallest to follow him. Zim trailed behind Purple slowly, lost in his thoughts. Purple pursed his lips as he tried to think of what exactly to say to the the pink-eyed Irken.
By the time Purple had guided Zim to the Tallest Suite Purple had everything figured out. He knew exactly what he was going to say. He lead Zim to the bedroom and sat down beside the other on the huge bed. Purple took a deep breath, ready to say what he had planned but when he looked into Zim's eyes it all flew out the window. Dark pink eyes held a pain that he wouldn't let show on his face and in his voice.
"Zim..... I never wanted to take your dream away from you.... But I.....I'm sorry. I couldn't loose you. I was so happy when I found out you were my Ya'Pey. I had thought that I was alone for so long...... And then the Ro'Kaeleran's. They were going to take you away. I'm sorry for being so selfish Zim. I've hurt you, and I promised you that I would never hurt you. I just...." Purple babbled, trying to explain, apologize for everything that he had done. Zim looked down at the floor, avoiding Purple's gaze. He knew that his Ya'Pey hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't meant to take away his dream. But that didn't stop the hurt. Zim knew it would fade eventually and he was truly happy that he would be with his Tallest permanently.
"It's okay to be selfish sometimes," Zim whispered, looking up into Purple's sad eyes. Letting him know that it hurt, but it would be okay eventually. Purple undid his gauntlets and undid the wrap on his right hand. He reached over and pulled off the long black glove on Zim's left hand. Their hands were the exact same size now, their marks reflections of each other. Purple smiled sadly and pressed their palms together. He missed his thumbs, it made it a lot harder to hold hands with someone. Zim pressed closer to Purple and wrapped the arm that wasn't holding hands around the other's waist. Zim just wanted to be held, maybe it would help make the hurt go away.
Purple pulled Zim as close as he could and dropped back against the bed so that they were laying on their sides. The door opened after a while and they sat up lethargically. They stared at Red, wondering what was wrong as they looked at his slouched form.
"Red?" Purple question as he and Zim rose up from the bed to stand beside Red. The crimson Tallest peered at the floor despondently.
"I.....I..... Zim.... sorry..." Red muttered, trying to say that he understood now. He got what why Purple had been so sad and why he had apologized to Zim. Purple's eyes softened as he placed his hand reassuringly on Red's shoulder. He had hoped that the other wouldn't clue in to the whole deal. Red wasn't so good with emotions. Sure he could command an army and rally the people, but he just didn't understand why people did the things they did sometimes.
"Thats it! No more being sad. It's not aloud any more!" Zim declared firmly, hands on his hips and his feet planted firmly. Zim was tired of this little pity party. Yes, it was sad that he wouldn't be able to finish his dream, but that meant he was supposed to be sad. Not them. They had saved him from something he considered worse than death so he really couldn't complain too much.
Red and Purple looked at Zim, surprised. The violet one laughed and shook his head. Only Zim......
"Alright, no more being sad," Purple laughed and kissed Zim lightly on the cheek. Zim grinned brightly and kissed Purple on the lips. The violet Tallest smiled dazedly and passed the kiss on to Red. Red smiled delicately into the smile. He still felt bad about it, but it was quickly fading as a different much more pleasant feeling wormed its way through his body.
"Is being hot and bothered okay?" Red purred, pressing up against Zim while Purple started to kiss along his jaw and neck.
"Mhmmm, that's okay...." Zim moaned as the two backed him up until his knees hit the bed and he fell over. Red and Purple grinned predatorally as the leaned over top of Zim. Zim's eyes widened at the look on their faces. His breathing quickened as they kissed each other on top of him, long graceful fingers tweaking and pulled at armor until it fell away.
Zim leaned up as much as he could, wanting to touch. He pulled off his other glove and then ran a hand along the tops of their heads, brushing past their antennae. They purred as the touches ghosted across their antennae, teasingly. They pulled away from each other to settle on either side of Zim, each running a hand up under Zim's shirt. Zim quivered, the delicious rubbing sending tingles along his sides. Zim gasped as the cold metal of Red's gauntlets accidentally brushed against his belly. Red smirked deviously, he pulled Zim's shirt off with a flourish to randomly ghost the cold metal across Zim's warm skin. Zim gasped every time, the slight shock making his squeedilyspooch tighten pleasurably. Purple leaned back, pulling off the rest of his armor and boots. He watched as Red made Zim squirm in a delicious manner.
Purple purred hungrily, slinking back to lap at Red's neck. Red twitched, moaning as Purple lapped and nibbled all along his neck. Zim used the distraction to undo the clasps to Red's gauntlets and chest armor. It had felt good but Zim hadn't like the sudden change from hot to cold.
Red gasped as rogue hands quickly undid his tallest robes and slid under his black shirt. Purple bit down a little harder at the junction, sucking and leaving a small mark that slowly faded away. Red gurgled and went limp in Purple's hands. That was good, that little spot there.....Purple did it again, smirking this time as Red leaned helplessly against him. Zim leaned in to kiss Red's dazed form. He pressed their lips lightly together, and then leaned down to kiss and suck on the ends of Purple's antennae that were just in the right spot. Purple moaned into Red's shoulder, guiding the limp crimson eyed Irken to the bed. Zim let go of Purple's antennae to undo the robes that were blocking him from touching smooth skin. Red thrashed as Purple pinned him, teasing the other with light feathery touches then harsher kneading motions.
Zim grinned to himself as he got to run his hands along Purple's silken skin. Purple sighed happily as warm hands massaged his skin. Red leaned up wrapping his arms loosely around Purple while he pressed up a little more to kiss Zim passionately. Mouths melded as tongues danced together. Purple murmured happily as their warm bodies pressed against his own. Purple wanted more skin touching though. It was nice to run his hands along Red's bare arms but Purple wanted to press against Zim and Red's naked forms. Purple lolled his head against Zim's shoulder, Red and Zim still kissing as Purple tugged Red's shirt off. He broke them apart to pull the shirt off completely.
Red hissed, leaning back as the cool air assaulted his naked chest. Purple stayed pressed against Zim who had begun to tease Purple's sides, riding his shirt up and then letting it drop back down again. Red watched from behind slitted eyes as Zim turned to kiss Purple fiercely. Purple kissed back, twisting around so that Zim was pressed against Red and Purple straddled Zim. Red grasped Zim's hips, sliding his hand along the edges of the tight black pants. Purple placed his hands lightly on Red's, rubbing with back of the others hands before tugging at the pants, pulling them off slowly. Zim keened as he was completely bared, his skin shining beautifully. Zim leaned against Red who teased every bit of Zim's flesh. Purple watched them both, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.
A dark blush spread over Zim's cheeks as he looked up to see Purple staring at him. He mewled, claws digging into the bedding when Purple leaned forward to stroke Zim's hardened member. Zim pressed his hips up and tilted his head back looking completely vulnerable.
Red kissed Zim's neck slowly and reached his hands forward to rub along the front of Purple's tight pants. Purple hissed and bucked against the touch, gripping the base of Zim's hot length. Zim panted, trying to regain some thought. He breathed deeply and dipped his hand down Purple's pants, teasing the satiny member. Purple cried out as the warm palm wrapped around him, stroking rhythmically. Zim pulled his hand away while Red pulled the pants off, they were just getting in the way.
Purple pulled Zim up against himself, antennae touching and breath mingling as Red lay beneath their kneeling forms. Purple whispered something into Zim's antennae, making the pink eyed Irken grin broadly. They kissed briefly, lips softly touching before Zim turned to lean over Red. Zim looked down at Red, smiling his special little smile that was only for his Tallest. Zim kept smiling as he dragged his claws along the sides of Red's pants. Red whimpered and rolled his hips up, trying to get Zim to rip the offensive garment off. Zim took pity on the other and quickly pulled the black pants off.
Zim kneeled in between Red's long bare legs, drawing abstract designs along the sleek muscled limbs. Purple kneeled behind Zim, running his hands appreciatively along Zim's sides and hips. Red arched up against Zim, their hard members brushing against each other. Zim moaned, his hands tightening and scratching lightly. Red groaned and spread his legs, enticing Zim.
Purple watched from over Zim's shoulder, tweaking antennae with his teeth. Purple kissed the antennae before running his hands along Zim's flush behind, dipping his hand between Zim's legs. Purple teased the slit while Red reached down, grasping Zim's length and pressing it against his own heated opening. Red hissed at the initial breach, crying out as Zim pressed forward, his back arching. Purple reached across to gently pet Red's thighs. Red tried to calm his breathing as Zim stopped moving, fully inside of Red. Zim groaned at the feeling. It was so, so perfect, tight and hot and wet and everything Zim could have possible felt. Purple's hands slid down Red's thighs and onto Zim's hips where Red had wrapped his legs tightly. Purple kneaded that one little spot on Zim's hip making the other's hips jerk forward. Red keened lightly at the sudden move. That was what he wanted.....Red bucked up against Zim as Purple did it again. Twin moans filled the air as their random movements sent pleasure rolling through them.
Purple pulled one hand away from Zim's hip to his back to press Zim onto his hands and knees. Red's breathing hitched at the sudden change of position, it sent shivers down his spine. Purple placed small kisses along Zim's shoulders and on the tips of his antennae. His hand trailed down along Zim's back, lightly dusting along the sensitive skin. Zim panted as his body shook with the effort to stay still. Purple's feather like touches were driving him wild while Red squirmed anxiously beneath him.
"Purrrrple..." Red moaned, his body was sending him messages telling him that someone needed to move. Purple groaned and used his hand to guide himself into Zim. Zim mewled, his head dropping next to Red's as his arms shook. Purple pressed in deeply, thrusting once he was completely within Zim. Red moaned as Purple's thrust sent Zim deeper inside of him. Purple hissed and pulled away, balancing and bracing himself by grasping Zim's hips. Red keened lowly as Purple and Zim moved on top of him. When Zim pulled back to thrust against Purple it caused his belly to rub lightly against Red's burning length. Red thrashed as he tried to get more of that feeling while still keeping that perfect friction of Zim moving inside of him.
Purple leaned down and lightly bit at Zim's shoulders and his neckline, his thrusts picking up pace as Zim pressed against him. Zim cried out at the gentle bites, and lifted his head slightly so that he could kiss Red. Red moaned into the kiss, tongues battling. Red slowly ran his hand down his chest and wrapped his hand around his hot member. Red keened as the kiss deepened and the thrusts made his entire body jolt. That building pressure was back, it coursed through him and made all of his muscles taught.
Zim mewled desperately, he wanted to touch, to caress Red and Purple but he knew he was keeping their movements fluid from the position he was in. His head tilted back, his antennae softly entwining with Purple's. The gentle touches, the bites coupled with the quick, deep thrusts were feeding that fire inside of him. The fire burned brightly as Zim watched Red pleasure himself, harsh strokes and lips biting.
Purple panted as he thrust deeply into Zim, his antennae still entwined with the Irken below him. He licked Zim's shoulder and gripped slim hips tightly. Purple massaged the tender flesh there, wanting to press his very soul against Zim and Red's. His blood was singing and the pleasure was mounting higher and higher. Purple braced himself, one hand gently rubbing Zim's lower back while the other steadied his form with Zim's hip.
Zim tossed his head back, arching down into Red with a wail. The fire consumed him and spread through out his entire body. Nerves were hypersensitive as Purple thrust two more times before stiffening with a long keen. Red moaned at the sudden shift, one more firm stroke sending him over the edge as well. Loud panting was all they heard as they slowly came back to their senses.
Zim's arms and legs quivered as he fought to stay on all fours. He pulled out of Red slowly, spent length slipping back into it's sheath. Finally his limbs gave out despite his commands to stay upright. Red groaned as Zim's entire weight fell against him. Purple murmured something unintelligible before pulling away and slipping down next to Red. Zim moaned into Red's shoulder, shivering as the blazing heat that had consumed him left. Purple sat up and pulled up a blanket that they had kicked down in their passion. Wrapping it around the three of them the lay together under the blanket, content. They did not rest nor did they speak. They had no need for words at the moment.
The moment was perfect, together, and that was all they needed.
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Purple and Red stood side-by-side on a large platform above thousands of Irkens while a camera relayed the scene to Irkens around the universe. Even Invaders had made sure to take time to view what the Tallest had declared the most monumental thing since they had become Tallest.
"Irkens of the Universe! We give you you're third Tallest!" Red shouted out proudly, his antennae perked up assertively.
"Almighty Tallest Zim!" Purple continued as Zim appeared next to them in his newly fitted Tallest robes and armor. The newest Tallest hovered beside the two beings that were his everythings nervously but proud. The three of them stood together so the cameras could see their equal height.
Together they could do anything.
Last Note: Thank you all SO VERY MUCH for reviewing. You guys left such glowing comments that it made me very happy to continue to write. All I had to do for motivation was go read the reviews, so thank you. Hopefully you guys enjoyed the last part of my little series. I hope you are all happy because I didn't sleep to finish this on time. So I hope to get some reviews for this one! I only seem to get three for each.....Also, If you can find and listen to the song Ready to Die by Andrew WK, I am of the belief that it is SO Zim! Its all up beaty but talking about killing.....
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