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Seeing Red	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 13: Confusion

*****Disclaimer: Spaceballs is copyright Mel Brooks and MGM Studios.

*******This chapter is dedicated to ladygizarme and Night Shade, my new reviewy-peeps of reviewy DOOM!

Red woke about an hour after Purple had risen; stretching and yawning, he threw the covers back and climbed out of the bed. He wandered into the dining section of his suite, smiling when he saw Pur standing at the window that spanned the entirety of the far wall, still wearing his sleep robes. Red walked up behind him, smiling.

“Good morning.” He slipped his arms gently around Purple’s waist, nuzzling the nape of his neck.

Purple sighed, shivering as Red’s warm breath ghosted over the back of his neck, making his antennae quiver. “Good…morning, Red…”

Reaching down and twining their fingers together, Red rested his chin on Purple’s shoulder, gazing out the window with him, reveling in the pleasure of his co-Tallest’s body heat, almost groaning as it stirred him. He felt Purple squeeze his hands, then try to pull away. Red frowned in concern. “Pur?”

The violet Tallest pushed away from him, walking forward a few steps and wrapping his arms around himself, his antennae lowering. “I’m okay…just…give me a few minutes…”

Red blinked at Purple’s back, a little hurt by the rejection, but the hurt was almost instantly replaced by anger. How long would it take for him to repair the damage Meero had done to his co-ruler? Clenching his fists, he turned away, retrieving a box of Spaceballs: The Cereal and pouring a bowl, munching on them as he sat at the table. Once he had finished breakfast, he pushed the empty bowl aside, his expression pained when he saw the way that Pur had completely withdrawn into himself. Standing, Red walked over to him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Pur, you can’t keep doing this to yourself…” he murmured.

Purple cringed, holding himself tighter, not responding.

Red groaned softly. “Please, Pur…at least tell me what I can do to help...” He clenched his fists, aching to wrap his arms around Purple and hold him tightly. He’d never suspected that this love-feeling could be so painful…

There was a soft sniffling sound, and Purple seemed to shudder. He turned and wrapped his arms around Red, burying his face in the crimson Tallest’s shoulder. “Just…hold me.”

Frowning in concern, Red wrapped his arms around him, stroking Purple’s back as he nuzzled his temple. He felt Pur’s quiet sobs, and each one sent a sharp pain through his chest. Red clenched his teeth. Dammit, this wasn’t supposed to hurt. He was supposed to love Purple, Purple was supposed to love him back, and they were supposed to be happy and then have hours and hours of wild, passionate… he shook the thought, letting go of his anger for the time being, sighing softly as he kissed his lover’s temple. “I love you, Pur.”

Purple’s tone was bitter. “I can’t see why.”

Red tensed, his antennae stiffening as he frowned. “What did you just say?”

Pur felt Red’s tension immediately and he cowered, pulling away from him. “I didn’t mean it…” his gaze was terrified as he backed away.

Red blinked at him, the anger instantly vanishing from his expression as he reached out for Purple, gently taking his arms. “No, no, Pur, it’s all right…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just…” his gaze turned to one of confusion, “…why would you say something like that?”

When Red grabbed his arms, Purple’s eyes widened and he whined softly, starting to tremble. He didn’t even hear anything except the last few words, at which he moaned softly. “Red…I…I don’t know what you want from me…”

Red’s antennae twitched. “Want?”

“I don’t know why you love me…why, Red? I’ve been stained by lower rank. Why do you want me? I…I don’t want to do those kinds of things…ever again…I don’t…want…” Purple broke down and started to cry. “I don’t wanna be touched like that any more, Red! Please…let go of me…”

Red released his co-Tallest, absolutely horrified. “You…you think I’d force that on you?” He took a step back. “Purple…you’ve known me since smeet-hood, how could you accuse me of something like that?”

“You lied to me, didn’t you?” Purple snapped, tears running down his face.

The words made Red flinch, his antennae lowering. “I…thought you forgave me for that, Pur.”

“It doesn’t matter whether I forgave you or not, you still did it.” Purple muttered.

Red backed away further. “You lied, too.”

Purple frowned at him. “When?”

“When you said you loved me.” Red turned and walked away.

“I do love you, Red, I just—” he hurried after his co-Tallest as Red walked back into the bedroom. “Red, wait!”

Red stopped in the doorway, not turning around, his antennae lowering as he sighed heavily. Eventually he looked over his shoulder, his gaze wounded.

Pur came to a halt a few feet away from him, the look in Red’s eyes making his heart ache. “Red…I do love you…I just don’t know what you want from me.”

A spark of pain flared in Red’s eyes before he averted his gaze again. “I don’t want anything from you, Purple.” He looked back at his co-Tallest, holding his gaze. “I want YOU. There’s a big difference.” Turning away again, Red sighed heavily. “I’m…going to go and have a bath. The door will be unlocked if you need me.”

Purple sat down on the edge of the bed, his head lowered. He’d really hurt Red’s feelings. He knew just from the look in his eyes. Pur honestly hadn’t wanted to hurt him…but he was just so afraid…what if Red still wasn’t being honest with him? What if Red still wanted…those things? Purple wasn’t ready. It hurt too much to even think about it.

He lifted his head when Red exited the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing his casual robes, his expression downtrodden. Purple gazed at him sadly, wishing he could just forget everything that had happened and be happy with his co-Tallest. But it wasn’t that simple…

Red walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, a few feet away from where Purple was sitting. Sighing, he flopped onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.

Purple reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder, gazing at Red in a way that was pained and almost longing.

The crimson Tallest took Pur’s hand and kissed it softly, looking up at him and smiling a little.

“I arranged a little something that might cheer you up, Pur.”

Purple quirked an antenna. “Really? What is it?”

*

“Happy early Probing Day, Invader Krunk!!” Red grinned as the Invader on screen blinked at the Tallests in confusion.

“Early?”

“That’s what we said! It’s your pre-probing day probe! Aren’t you excited?” Purple gushed.

“Um…” Invader Krunk looked between the two leaders, curious as to why they weren’t in their ceremonial Tallest garb for such an…occasion…

Red’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “You are prepared, aren’t you?”

Invader Krunk suddenly looked extremely nervous. “Well, I…I wasn’t informed…I didn’t—”

Purple grinned. “Nope! You fail inspection! You get a pummeling!”

Both Tallests laughed as the Invader was pummeled with mallets.

“Happy early Probing Day, Invader Krunk! Make sure you’re prepared next time!”

Krunk gave a woozy salute, then collapsed out of sight on the view screen.

Purple smiled, leaning against Red and sighing happily. He purred when Red started to stroke his sensitive antennae, and he blushed a little. “Mmm…you’d think they’d always carry their puppets with them, wouldn’t you?”

Red snickered as he ended the transmission. “You’d think that....” he sighed, still grinning. “We should do this more often.”

“Yeah…” Purple nodded, then looked up at his co-Tallest, still leaning against his shoulder. “Thanks, Red.”

Red smiled, leaning down and kissing Pur’s forehead. “You’re welcome. I hate to see you sad.”

Purple blushed, not knowing what to say. Instead, he closed his eyes for a long moment, sighing contentedly as Red continued to play with his antennae. Eventually, he opened his eyes again and grinned.

“Let’s do Invader Stink.”

*

That evening, Red sat at the view screen, leaning back as he watched various views of planet Irk, flipping through them from time to time. Purple was having a bath, and, as usual, he was taking forever doing it. Red sighed, tossing the remote aside and closing his eyes. Today had gone much better after he’d cheered Purple up. They’d even prank-called the Resisty a few times, pretending to be a strong alien force wanting to become allies with them. Red snickered.

As the day progressed, Purple had seemed to relax a little, leaning against him, holding his hand, and letting him play with his antennae. It looked like he was earning back Purple’s trust…but Red knew not to get his hopes up so soon. He’d done far too much damage for Pur to just forget the wrongs and trust him implicitly again. Red sighed, his expression pained. Lying to Purple was the only thing he’d ever done that he actually regretted. And he was paying for it now…but he was determined to earn Pur’s trust back.

He sighed, reaching up and rubbing his temples, his antennae pricking up when he caught the scent of some of the bath oils Purple liked to use. Dammit, didn’t he know those things were practically aphrodisiacs?? Especially when they were mixed. But he did recall that Pur hadn’t used them in a while…even when he was dating that bastard…

Red scowled, his fists balling up, then relaxing a second later as the scents started to distract him. He clenched his teeth, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Thinking of Pur in that damned bathtub was getting him hot, and those stupid oils weren’t helping. His antennae twitched. Maybe he was paying for his actions a bit more than he realized…

Swallowing hard, he pressed a hand against the part of the robe between his legs, trying to make the stiffness go away, knowing that the action was utterly futile. There were only a few ways to relieve THAT kind of tension. He clenched his eyes closed, trying to breathe deeply, cursing when he found that this only made things worse as he inhaled even more of the scent drifting through the room. Biting his lip hard, he looked over his shoulder to make sure the bathroom door was still closed, then slid his hand into his robe, inhaling sharply as he wrapped his long fingers around his aching stiffness and stroked it.

Purple walked out of the bathroom in his sleeping robe, a content smile on his face. He loved baths…

Walking into the view screen room, Purple’s eyes widened and he staggered back, hiding just outside the doorway and pressing himself up against the wall when he realized what Red was doing. His cheeks flushed as he heard him panting and moaning softly, and Pur cringed as his own body started to respond quite eagerly to the visions those sounds of pleasure were putting in his head. Purple clenched his eyes closed, his antennae flattening against his skull as Red’s breathing quickened until he was uttering short gasps, then finally a soft cry, and then, slowly, Red’s breathing started to even out.

He knew it. He knew that Red wanted those things from him! Purple scowled, his teeth clenched in anger. He ought to go in there right now and give his sick co-Tallest a piece of his mind. Turning, prepared to tear Red into little tiny pieces, Purple stalked through the door.

“Dammit, Pur…” Red’s groaned in agonized despair as he leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shuddering.

Purple frowned in confusion, backing out of the room again and pressing himself against the wall next to the door. Red wanted…those things…but Red felt guilty about it. What did that mean? Pur’s eyes widened in shock when he heard his co-Tallest’s breaths start to hitch. Red never cried. After over a century of knowing him, Purple hadn’t seen him cry even once. He bit his lip hard, feeling awful for getting so angry at him. And deep down, a part of him wanted to go and comfort Red, but the last thing he wanted was to embarrass him.

Hurrying back to the bathroom, Purple locked the door behind him, leaning back against it and stroking himself frantically until he came. Then, sliding down to the floor, he began to cry.

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I’m sorry it took so long to update this, everyone…I’ve been pretty busy, and inspiration wasn’t exactly happening for a while. Anyway, hope all of you enjoyed, and on to the comments!

To BurningSilence: Wow…I wrote something that made sense through Nyquil and a fever? TRULY I AM AMAZING!! *grins* But seriously, I’m glad I could make you feel better when you were sick. *pets* I hope you’re feeling better since your review.
To Kharn: Awww, I blush! And LOL you’re such a doomsayer! Which…given the amount of doom in Invader Zim, is kinda ironic.
To InvaderMonkey: Heh…horny InvaderMonkey. Down, boy! Down!
To Haywire_Hakaze: LOL thank you so much for keeping up with both of these stories….it means so very much to me. And thank you for the fanart! *glomps*
To Tamagoakura: Ooh, you sadistic person you! I love it. *grin*
To Krimzon: *lurve* You’re so good to me. Thanks for always reviewing Vindication and Seeing Red, it means a lot. Barbiturates!
To XxSilentNightRainxX: Why thank you! *basks in praise* And Purple’s still a little leery…poor thing. I’m so mean to him. *winks*
To SomekindofFreak: OMG, I made you like RAPR more? *blushes* oh wow…that…*grins like idiot* thank you for such wonderful praise! *glomps*
To ladygizarme: WHEE!! New reviewy-peep! *lurve* Sorry the update took so long…and thank you so much for your glowing feedback. And…it just blows me away, always, how people are constantly referring to my fic, Vindication. Never in my wildest dreams could I have foreseen that I would write something so immensely popular. In fact, the number of reviews, reviewers, hits and fanart that I’ve gotten from that story has renewed my drive to write my novel, and given me far more confidence in my writing abilities. And it’s all thanks to wonderful people like you. Thank you, and welcome to my reviewy-peeps.
Ynnep: End? What does that mean? LOL
To One-Eyed-Jester: Frig, accurate character development is what can make or break a fanfic. It’s very hard to do. And as always, your praise truly humbles me. I can’t believe I turned you into a Red and Purple Romance (RAPR) fan…I’m flattered beyond description. I noticed your question on Vindication; Jes (short for “Jester”) was your character. I need to know now, though, are you a boy or girl? I need to know so I can both develop and maintain your character. *hearts back* The sooner you get back to me on this, the better, because I want to use your character in the next chapter. Thankies!
To GothycCoalChambr: You get migraines too? *pets* oh, hun…I’m so sorry. They’re awful, I’m so thankful that I only get them every couple months. And don’t worry, there will be much detail. *grins* Ah, my bloodthirsty reviewers…heh…would I give you any less?
To Night Shade: OMG, new reviewy-peep! *lurves* Welcome, it’s wonderful to hear feedback from a new person! As I mentioned in another response, you are what keeps me writing. Without the reviews, I don’t think I’d have as much confidence in my writing abilities. Once again, thank you. *more lurve*
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