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WE'RE AT THE HOME STRETCH, GUYS! Another brutal chapter, but the last brutal one. I think. ;D There's fluff at the end to soften the blow.

Thanks to Cala as always for proofreading (and rocking at it).

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Lest he be tempted to blow his free money, Dib immediately made an appointment with the Don. By the early afternoon, he was standing before his boss as lunch was served. He handed him the credit card and requested it be applied to his debt.

“Well... you certainly made a generous friend,” the Don laughed as he palmed the plastic square. “You are definitely a talented schmoozer; I never would have thought it to look at you.”

Grinning sheepishly, Dib stated, “She's actually a friend I've known since my childhood.” Tilting his head in amusement, the Don made a little click that Dib had yet to figure out the meaning of. He hoped that the Don wouldn't get suspicious of his activities. “We ran into eachother by chance. She's gone now.”

“We know,” Don Kharna replied, beginning to stuff his face. He made a shooing motion and Boritz began to herd Dib out the door. Dib was certainly getting sick of being reminded of how much he was monitored... but he supposed it kept him rather honest.

As Boritz stood in the doorway, arms folded, Dib looked up at him with a heavy sigh. “Um, not to keep you... but I just wanted to... apologize to you for the shit I said last time we spoke.”

Looking as if he didn't care much either way, Boritz gave a curt nod. Only slightly discouraged from this, the human plodded on, “I know you... you don't have to be as nice to me as you are. I don't know WHY you are... maybe you feel sorry for me or something? But... I appreciate it. I won't take it for granted anymore. And I'm not going to waste any more time on self-pity.”

“Smart kid,” Boritz replied, a grin finally ghosting over his features. Then he shoved Dib away and closed the door.

Dib spent the rest of the afternoon walking around Kharna and checking over things. It was a useful activity, as knowing what was going on helped him do any jobs more efficiently... As well, he could keep up with all of his associates around the place.

While taking a shortcut down a largely deserted hall, Dib felt a chain wrap tightly around his neck. Choking, he reached up to jerk it away, but his prosthetic bumped uselessly against his face. Confused as to why it wasn't responding, he curled his good fingers around the chain and pulled with all his might... but his muscles complained and the chain did not move. Within a few moments, he grew dizzy from lack of oxygen, and felt an all-too-familiar pain in his chest...

This chain, it had to be laced with Amber... or something akin to it...

The answer finally came to him when he felt cool, smooth skin pressing against the side of his head. “You've made a few mistakes.” That voice... he'd never forget that voice for the rest of his days. How?! How could he be HERE? “You made a mistake in messing with our friend Dwicky...” The chain twitched. “...and you made a mistake by letting her go alone.” A deep, sick laugh rang out, causing Dib's stomach to instantly roll. Tak!

Just slightly, the chain loosened, and Dib could draw half a lung of air. “If you... kill me here... you'll regret it.”

Pressing his body against Dib's, Tzin kissed the side of his head. Tightening the chain until it cut into Dib's skin, he hissed, “Why... would I want to kill you? You're my precious Fuck Pig.” It didn't take much longer for the world to start spinning... and Dib's consciousness then left him.

When Dib's eyes reopened, he couldn't quite remember where he was... Staring at a high, dirty ceiling... and something heavy was tangled up in his limbs. Panic suddenly overtook him and he grabbed at it... That chain... Uncoiling it from his neck, he nearly cried from the pain. And his chest... Throwing the thing aside as if it were a snake, he sat up. He was still on Kharna. But he was certain that Tzin was not. How much time had passed? Did they have Tak? Had they gotten her before Tzin even showed up?

Getting shakily to his feet, leaning against the wall, he tried to recall his power and heal. What could he do? He had to pursue, somehow. But there was no way the Don would let him leave the satellite on a personal errand... would he?

Boritz was his only chance. He took off at a run, before reaching the end of the hall and doubling back. After staring at the chain, he finally gathered it up and carried it in his prosthetic. No way he'd let that lay around for someone to possibly use against him later... There was a thread of that horrible ore twined through every link.

“Boritz... have you seen him?!” Dib's appearance was wild; he had deep bruises around his neck, and spots of blood on the front of his shirt... The staff members he confronted looked even wilder, never having seen Dib in such a state. Within a half hour, Boritz's general location was surmised, and Dib ran to find him. He was in the casino, standing in a quiet corner as the Boss cavorted with a client at the blackjack table. When he saw Dib, an eyebrow raised, but he didn't otherwise move.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Dib rasped, “The Don, you gotta talk to him for me. I have to... I have to leave on a personal errand. It's very important.”

“Can't you see the Don's busy?” Boritz replied. “If you fucked up this deal for him, he'd add that sum onto yer debt, fool.”

Flailing a bit, the chain rattling, Dib cried in a hushed voice. “It's important! I have to go NOW! They'll kill her, Boritz! They'll kill her.”

Grabbing the chain away from Dib as inconspicuously as possible, Boritz glared. “I'mma whip you with this, furball. Get outta my face.” Looking crushed, Dib took a step back. But the guard shoved the chain back into his arms. “I'll tell him afterward. You got a week. This is your personal time he was gonna give ya.”

“Fuck, you're the greatest.” Soon he was back in his room, exchanging the chain in his hiding place for the disk. Jumping onto his ship, he immediately took to space and popped the disk in. If they hadn't gotten to her yet... he had to warn her. An emergency transmission was sent out...

...but she didn't answer. Twice he tried. Three times. There was no reason why Tak wouldn't answer. She was very expedient in all things.

Instead he used her supplied signal to try and track her ship. After a tense hour, he finally got a hit. Punching his ship to full thrust, he tailed it... It stayed aggressively ahead of him, which didn't surprise him. His ship was a rather outdated, tiny model...

For two days, he followed that signal. He barely slept, sitting in the captain's chair and staring at that little red blip on his navigation screen. His mind went over and over and over possible scenarios and strategies. There was no telling how much Amber they had stored up, and how they could possibly use it against him. If it could be hammered into a cord or a chain link, it could be turned into a knife, or formed into a bullet. He would just have to be on his guard... That was the one advantage he had... he KNEW. And if he could avoid getting touched by that shit, he would be stronger, faster and heartier than them. If it touched him, however, he was done for. He carried no weapons, as they were expensive and he'd never had a need for them before.

Tak's ship was finally at rest somewhere. Cross reference told him that it was a small planet, but it was only charted; there was little information about it. It was named Veloixs, and a race of primitive peoples inhabited it... and that was all he knew. Why would Tak land there? She had no interest in a place if it didn't have some technological draw. She had to have been forced.

After another day of travel, the planet loomed on his vidscreen. Thankfully, the primitive nature of it meant that he didn't need landing permissions. There was also no interference with his radar; when he scanned the surface, the location of Tak's ship was easily found. It seemed there were other ships nearby, but little else. Most of the planet's activity was under the surface... but it was very dense activity. An underground society? Were Irkens thriving here, like the ants they were so often compared to?

How much technology did they still have after the Fall? It couldn't be much, if they hadn't noticed he was here yet. His ship detected no scanner signals at all.

If he could get in, get Tak and her ship, and get out... he would feel fortunate. The area where the ships were located was ringed by mountains and it was difficult to find a place to land. Fortunately, his vessel was small and he set down a few miles away, on a rock shelf somewhat raised above the ground. His ship SHOULD be invisible to the naked eye from the ground.

Running as quickly as he could without risking discovery, Dib skirted the side of the mountains. Before long, Tak's ship came into view... Just beyond it was the ship he'd been held captive on for all that time... Fear immediately gripped his heart, but he swallowed it down. He'd looked death in the eye thousands of times now... this was nothing. He could do this.

“You finally made it. I've been waiting patiently.” Dib rounded the hull of Tak's ship and looked to the clearing between both vessels. There stood Tzin, alone, a wicked grin on his features. Ignoring all emotion, Dib approached. Fifty feet away, he stopped before his long-time tormentor and held his ground. “The moment Dwicky described you to me... I knew it was destiny... I had to lure you back here to see me.”

Keeping his eyes and ears open, Dib surmised that nobody else was in the area. There was a small building about a mile away, but Dib would see anyone coming from there. Tzin tilted his head slightly, waiting.

“Where's Tak?”

Looking disinterested, Tzin gestured towards a nearby field. “Somewhere over there. Wherever it is we normally dump corpses.” As Dib's eyes narrowed, the Irken walked forward, arms outstretched. “It's been such a long time! Give your master a hug.”

The human did not move until Tzin was mere feet away. And then, in a flash, he nailed Tzin with a left hook. The alien fell back just slightly, head turned. After a moment of silence, he began to laugh. “Is that any way to treat your loving master?” Meeting Dib's eyes as he rubbed his jaw, he hissed, “Really, now...”

The moment the last breath left his lips, Tzin was slashing. Dib dodged backward quickly, but the sharp knife caught his right side. It was a shallow wound, but the burn was familiar... Just as Dib expected, Tzin had laced his weapon with Amber. Testing the potency of his power, Dib threw out a burst of energy in Tzin's direction. As the Irken slid back across the dirt, Dib tried to recall every bit of power he had... The pain finally faded and the slash began to heal. An Amber cut wasn't the end of him! So long as he kept the source of it away...

“You've made a few mistakes as well,” Dib stated, running towards his opponent. “I'm used to that pain now... Becoming immune to the Amber. You're going to have to try something new if you want to stop me.”

Tzin slashed at him again and again, but Dib was aware of the weapon now and dodged easily. He was faster, smarter, stronger with the Meekrob coursing through him... This would be the end, he was sure. Tzin became frustrated, lost some focus, became sloppy... and Dib was finally able to knock the weapon from his hand. As it clattered away from them, Dib doubled back and delivered an uppercut that sent Tzin flying onto his back.

As Dib ran for him, Tzin whipped out a laser and began to fire. Two of the shots hit and Dib slowed, but this weapon wasn't laced... The burns only hurt for a moment. Recalling a shield, Dib was able to deflect the next three, and soon he was atop the Irken. As Tzin attempted to skitter away, Dib laughed, “Put all your eggs in one basket? Let me show you how it's done.”

Concentrating a great deal of energy into his fist, he threw a beam that pierced Tzin through the stomach. Grunting in pain, the alien fell back again and lie still. As the smoke cleared, Dib saw Tzin's entrails glistening in the afternoon sun... He was breathing harshly, the pain clearly severe... But still he smiled.

He'd done it! Adrenaline rushed to his head and Dib descended on him, kicking him hard in the jaw and stomping on his face. Tzin finally let out a soft yelp of pain, and something in Dib snapped. All these years, all this pain... this loss and loneliness was all his fault... Straddling him to keep him in place, Dib began to pound his face with both fists, over and over again... Blood began to spray as Tzin's features became warped, but still he grinned, laughing between gasps of pain.

What the hell was with this guy?! Did he really want this?

With a rattle, Tzin's paklegs extended, and the top two skewered Dib through the chest just beneath his shoulders. Screaming in surprise and pain, he was lifted into the air. There he dangled for a few moments, his blood running down over the smooth blades and dripping to the ground between them. Sitting up on one arm, the effort clearly painful, Tzin laughed. “Look at you, Fuck Pig. Just as pathetic as ever.” His lips were swollen, teeth missing, but his voice was still so clear through the haze of Dib's pain.

With a howl of anger, Dib let his body go haywire and two arcs of electricity shot down the metallic legs, straight to Tzin's Pak. His body convulsed as he was electrocuted, fried from the inside out. Then there was a loud crack-- like a gunshot-- and the top of his Pak exploded outward. The legs fell limp and Dib with them.

After he hit the ground, Dib tried to heal and looked out over the expanse between them. The smell of burning flesh was nearly overpowering. Tzin's blood had sprayed across the ground, creating two neon arcs spreading from his body like wings, framed by the now inert paklegs. Though he lay still yet again, his breath still came in sharp rasps.

Slowly rising, Dib closed the gap between them. Just moving his arms caused intense pain, but it was fading. He would walk away from this. At first, Tzin's eyes did not register the human; they were glazed, reflecting the cloudy sky in their depths. Finally they focused on him, and the Irken's raw features twisted into a half-grin. Disgusted, Dib grabbed him by what was left of his tunic and hauled him upward. He merely hung from the other's hands, limbs useless, viscera spilling out over his belt.

Perhaps this would be the time that Dib would say something poignant, something that would absolve all of the years of heartache, all the sleepless nights. But nothing came, and Tzin simply grinned at him.

“You know...” he finally rasped. “...no matter where you go... no matter what you do... you will always be my Fuck Pig.” Licking some of the blood from his lips, Tzin finished, “...that is my victory.”

With a cry of anguish, Dib wrapped his prosthetic around Tzin's neck and squeezed. The other could make no more sound in this way... Gripping his shoulder with the other hand, Dib pulled with all of his might. A guttural sound issued from the alien and his eyes widened; then the muscle and bone of his neck finally gave way. Dib finally heard a scream once the head separated from the body; a noise Tzin could not control, the sound of all the breath exiting the canal of his throat in a last push. Like a slaughtered pig.

“Ironic,” Dib murmured as he let it all fall from his hands. His tormentor fell to the ground, head rolling to the side before it was still, eyes finally dim forever. His Pak was ruined, but Dib left nothing to chance, pulling the metallic dome away from the body and smashing it.

Silence reigned then, save for the sound of the wind... clouds moving overhead. Still, Dib felt no peace. The blood was drying on his clothing already... but his work was not done.

Wherever Tak was, if she was still alive, he could use Mimi to track her. So, without ceremony, he slid open the entrance door to Tak's ship. Just as he did so, an Irken fist came flying at him; just a glance at the face told him it was the other alien that had always come in with Tzin. He caught it, crushing the hand and throwing him to the side. Strangely, he didn't cry out...

“Dib!”

The human turned, still holding the alien, and saw Tak standing at the end of the hall. She ran to him, arms outstretched. “I thought you were Tzin.” Dib looked incredulously to the alien that had just attacked him. “He's under mind control.”

Grabbing the alien by the lapels, Dib growled, “How many others are there? Where are they?”

Mechanically, the Irken answered, “Four more. They're in the compound...”

That had to be the building Dib had seen. Satisfied, he snapped the alien's neck, letting the corpse fall to the ground between he and Tak. “I'm so glad you're okay,” he whispered. She opened her mouth to speak again but he cut her off, pulling her forward for a rough kiss. “Leave.”

“Dib--”

Ripping the Pak away, he tossed it to his companion. “This guy will fetch you a good bounty, I'm sure...”

He was covered in blood, eyes wild... Unlike Tak had ever seen before. She faltered and he nodded curtly, leaving the ship and slamming the door.

With purpose, he walked towards the compound. It was a small brick building, only one story, barely over a thousand square feet. If four Irkens were in there, they were close together. When he got close, Tak's ship finally thrummed to life. As it began to rise into the sky, the heavy steel door to the building flew open and an unfamiliar Irken stepped out to see what was going on.

“Who--??”

Dib was quick, before him in seconds and punching him square in the face. As he stumbled back through the door, another Irken, a female, approached. She shot a pistol at him but only managed to hit the doorframe. He grabbed it away from her, cracking her across the face with it before grabbing her antennae and throwing her face-first onto the ground. There was a horrific scream as he tore her Pak away from her body, silenced once he crushed her skull with it.

The first Irken was at his feet, now appearing very frightened... His Paklegs emerged but he was too hesitant; Dib managed to dodge three, the fourth merely glancing across his cheek. He grabbed it and pulled the Irken forward, twisting it around and piercing him through the chest. All he could manage was a yelp before Dib jerked it upward. Vomiting blood, the Irken stumbled backward and Dib ended him with a final thrust of the blade.

Then he finally took in the layout of the room. It was a family room of sorts, very small, with merely a sofa, a rickety chair and a tiny table within... Now, most of it was covered in blood. On the two walls opposite where he stood were singular doors. One of them was open, light shining from within. He headed purposefully for that room, shoving the cheap furniture out of his way as he went.

On the bed was Tenn, wearing a thin dressing gown. Her leg was in a brace, bruises covering most of her exposed skin. She cowered the moment Dib came into view, a pistol held between shaking hands. For a moment, the human merely stood still, regarding her. Tzin had to have done all of this to her... A strange mix of pity and vindication washed over him, but his face did not change.

“It's over. Tzin is dead.”

Drawing a jagged breath, Tenn shook her head. Tears shone in her eyes as she lifted the pistol to her lips and pulled the trigger.

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Vermeil rose then. He kicked nothing, and said nothing. Leaving the room, he walked, as if in a daze, towards his own room... staring at the floor. Just by chance, he passed Dib in the hall. The younger stopped and so did the elder, though neither looked at the other.

“It's all a lie... Every bit of it. You killed Tenn... in cold blood. She would never... never abandon me.”

Finally, Vermeil looked up, searching. Dib met his eyes, drawing a soft breath. He chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment, and finally nodded. “...you're right, Vermeil. I lied.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he murmured, “I'm sorry.”

Vermeil knew what that “sorry” truly meant. He was sorry because they both knew it wasn't a lie. Something was pressing at the back of Vermeil's eyes and he choked, turning abruptly and running the rest of the way to his room.

Unaware of the exchange, Megami stayed where she was, shifting uncomfortably. This memoir was beginning to make her ill, and she wasn't sure what to think about any of it. But the worst, for her, was yet to come.

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Dib left Tenn's body where it lay, blood and brain matter sprayed across the headboard, body stripped of dignity. He turned and looked back into the common room, surveying again. Suddenly, the smell began to get to him... his stomach was sinking, the adrenaline was fading... his revenge was complete, but there was absolutely no satisfaction in it.

There was a rustling of origin Dib couldn't distinguish. And he remembered... The Irken had said there were four. As he headed for the second door, realization dawned. It was open a mere couple of inches... Slowly, he pushed it the rest of the way in.

The room was immaculate; cramped but plush, a small, soft bed beside a large desk cluttered with a console and little mechanical trinkets. As he stepped within, there was a soft sound as his blood-drenched boots sank into the carpeting. A little hiccup issued from beneath the desk and he took another step, bending down just enough.

There sat the Irken Prince, all long limbs with no meat on them... Squeezed into clothes too small for him, pressed as far back against the wall as he could get, curled up into a tight ball. His eyes were wide, bright as a frightened animal's, tears streaming down his face.

Their eyes met and a small tremor passed over the boy's body, his antennae stiffening in alarm. Not a word was uttered.

There was no point. And besides, Dib supposed he owed the boy one. With a deep sigh, Dib stood upright again and turned. Calmly, he left the room, closing the door behind him. Then, he exited the compound without touching a thing. Taking his time, he headed back to his ship. Tzin's body was still there, just as it had been, eyes still as Dib passed.

As he sat down at the bridge of his ship, Dib realized that he had a few days left in his vacation.

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Tears were streaming down Megami's face, and she forced herself to put the tablet down. This had to be the worst of it, right? Wiping her skin with a sleeve, she tried to compose herself. None of what she was reading was helping her at all... Dib had his struggles, and it almost seemed like he had been growing... And then a giant step back. What was all this supposed to teach her?

Why would he leave Vermeil there, all alone? It was miraculous that Vermeil survived... He must've been about fourteen at the time.

Then again, Vermeil would never have come along with Dib... What could Dib have done? Put him up for adoption?

Silence reigned as she stood. GIR was off somewhere, probably watching TV... Dib's door was shut soundly. Surprisingly enough, so was Vermeil's. Fear rising up in her throat, she approached it, leaning softly against it.

After a moment, she could make out the sound of his breath... Jagged, muffled... “Vermy,” she whispered, voice aching. Against her better judgment, she tried to open the door. It wasn't locked... Sliding into the room, she closed the door behind her and locked it.

The boy was curled up on the bed, a familiar position to her by now, though his face was pressed into a pillow. His body was heaving with emotion; so absorbed in his misery was he that he didn't even notice her coming in. Without hesitation, she climbed into bed with him again, embracing him tightly from behind. He flinched when he realized she was there, head turning to look at her, face stained with tears. She'd never seen such anguish on anyone's face before.

“She abandoned me,” he sobbed, a shaking hand rising to pull on one of his antenna.

Her own tears beginning anew, Megami pulled him against her. No words seemed good enough. Turning towards her, burying his face in her chest, he continued to cry, the sobs absolutely wracking his form. Her shirt became soaked and still he cried, seemingly letting out years upon years of sadness. Petting his skin softly, she lay with him, completely silent.

Finally, after it seemed he had no more tears to cry, Vermeil calmed. He was completely exhausted by this, lying limply against Megami, fingers playing tiredly over her side.

“I'll never abandon you, Vermeil.”

He didn't answer, didn't move... other than letting his antennae arch upward, caressing over Megami's skin. Another stretch of time passed silently.

Tzin had never told any of them that he had gone to Kharna. At least, not that Vermeil had witnessed. But he and Tenn had fought the night he returned from his “errand.” Was that what it was all about? Did she know that Dib was coming? Was she sure of her fate, that he'd kill them all... and took the easy way out? Of course, she had no way of knowing that he wouldn't kill Vermeil as well. But in that, wasn't she derelict in her duty? She should have protected HIM to her dying breath. That was her job... And it should have been her desire as the woman that he had considered, for all those years, to be his mother.

Was any of it even TRUE? He didn't trust Dib... But he was beginning to question his own beliefs as well.

Vermeil was sick of thinking. If only he could be like Megami, just believe everything would turn out okay and go with the moment... Right then, he resolved to give it a shot. And then he finally moved, rising up on his arms, rolling until she was on her back, he looming over her.

“I love you.”

Smiling, Megami looked into his eyes. “I know.” Two hands raised to caress over his clammy skin, cleaning the muck away from his eyes. He then licked his lips, leaning down to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips eagerly for him. His tongue plunged within, curling over hers, body working its way between her legs. She squeezed him between her thighs, arching to press against him more completely.

Things progressed quickly from there. Neither took much time to think. After drinking from her lips, he worked his way down to her neck, suckling and nipping at the skin as his hands slid beneath her shirt. She rose enough that he could pull it over her head, with a minor amount of wiggling to disentangle it from her wings. Her skin was bared to him and he tasted every inch, moving over her shoulder and to her chest.

“Vermeil.”

It was almost a reflex, and he didn't bother to answer, lips drawing on one of her nipples. She gasped and arched against him, pressing his head to her chest. As he worked over the sensitive flesh, he stealthily pulled his suit over his shoulders. Soon it was bagging around his hips and he sat up on his legs. Smiling down at her, he pushed it the rest of the way down, kicking it off with his boots.

She reached out to take hold of his erection, playing her thumb over the ridges. “You're so hard already...” His lips took hers again, rather than answering... All the passion he felt evident in his movements. As she stroked over his length, he worked at the waist of her pants, easily moving them over her soft curves and throwing them to the side. He then pulled away, sliding down her body.

“What do you plan to do with me, Vermeil?”

Once his head was between her thighs, he kissed over the creamy flesh with a smile. Looking up, he replied, “Is it not obvious?” Then he lapped over her nether lips, causing her to giggle and clamp her thighs together. Forcing them apart again with a grin, he dipped down, tongue slithering over her wetness. Moaning in pleasure, eyes sliding halfway shut, he played with her clit, studying her reactions.

Grabbing his antennae, stroking over them, she purred in approval. He suckled over the hard flesh, enjoying her, before moving down and teasing her entrance. “HnnGod,” she whispered, head rolling. It was then that he plunged his tongue within, twirling the long appendage and smiling as her caress began to emerge. Soon she was thrusting her hips against his mouth, mewling in pleasure, as he fucked her with his tongue. A hand crept downward, fingers rolling over her wet clit, but he stopped her.

“Hmmnh,” he groaned, pulling away as he licked his lips. “Don't get ahead of me.” Her juices burned his skin a bit... she wasn't built exactly like an Irken, it was true, but he didn't care... Her scent was driving him wild, her voice pushing him over the brink of accountability. Sliding back up her body again, he looked into her flushed face. “I am all yours, Nymph,” he murmured. “And I want to make you mine.”

Pulling him down for a kiss, titillated by her own taste on his lips, she replied, “Please.”

After situating the two of them just right, Vermeil pressed his cockhead against her entrance. She spread her legs eagerly for him, a little bit of nervousness rising in her chest. Hopefully she wouldn't hurt him like she did David...

Slowly, he entered. She felt every one of his ridges rolling over the sensitive caress within. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stayed still, holding himself just inches above her. She met his eyes, seeing more affection in his eyes than she'd ever seen before. Wrapping her arms around him, she swallowed hard. This wasn't so bad... yet.

“You feel so good,” Vermeil whispered, head lowering until his antennae were tangling with hers. Then she felt all the love he felt... all the relief. It seemed as if all the sadness he had felt before, all the fear, was gone. She could almost cry from joy, but she didn't have time to do so.

He pulled just slightly, and she felt his ridges catch within. Suddenly the whole setup made sense. His hips moved, he pulled a little harder, and ecstasy suddenly began to wash over her. “Oh... oh my God...” His movements were calculated, body rolling against hers with precision, his cock stimulating all of her inner g-spots simultaneously. Never in her life had she felt so amazing; burying her face in his shoulder, she began to moan with abandon. Soon he was groaning as well, breath deep as he tried to hold onto control.

Her cries grew to a fever pitch and he began to pull harder, then grind against her, panting hotly against her hair. Her nails dragged over his skin, body arching as she finally climaxed, and she felt warmth filling her... With a clipped cry, he flared and was able to withdraw, collapsing nearly atop her, body covered with sweat.

Caressing his skin, kissing over it, she made a soft sound of pleasure. She continued clinging to him and he finally shifted, lying somewhat beside her with his head on her chest.

“These make nice pillows,” he remarked breathlessly.

Smiling, she nodded. “You're starting to understand.”

Coiling his arms tightly around her, he closed his eyes. “This is my moment. No matter what happens in my life from this point on... I will think back to this and feel like it was worth something.”

“Is that... perhaps... your admittance...” She bit her lip and swallowed hard. “...that you might be... just a little bit... happy?”

He didn't answer... and she realized that he had fallen asleep. A soft sound was coming from him, and she leaned her head down just a bit to try and hear... After feeling it rumbling through his chest against her skin, she realized that he was... purring.

Did this mean that he'd decided to finally let go of the past and embrace their future together?

Probably best not to think too much about it. Vermeil would probably change his mind in the morning.

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REVIEW REPLIES

Wolfboy: Thank you! As always! I hope you keep reading :3

Dragonangel: Thank you! *blush* I dunno about that... At this point I dunno if it can even be considered ZADR... Maybe there should be a new IZ fic genre entitled "Dib as fandom bicycle." :D Seriously though, I do try to put a lot of thought into their environment and how their brains work.

SarcasticService: Hey, I only made you wait like a month!! That's not too bad, is it? XD I always feel bad for new people who get it all at once rather than having to wait for 2+ months per chap like older fans have...
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