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They Shall Rise Again	By : LoneDragon Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-2. Chapter 1
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Chapter 1 – They Shall Rise Again
Wix was tired, he hated being on display and after that last engagement they just had to show off their best elite and then after that the promotion ceremony for him and the others; that alone was a full day affair. Then he had to go get fitted for a new uniform, stood for a confusing and pointless speech from the tallests; delivered in larger than life holograph, as if the tallest irkins alive needed such a thing, and then there had been even more boring speeches to listen to... He couldn't wait to get back to his quarters and get the armor and dress cloak and all this shit off!
He walked down the hall reading out the numbers to himself until he found the new quarters assigned to him and opened it up. He soon found he had a fridge full of snacks and a grand sitting area. He was beginning to wonder just how big his sleeping area was when he opened the door and was shocked to find he was not alone.
"Just who are you and what are you doing in my quarters!" He demanded of the strange figure kneeling at the foot of the bed. Taking a closer look he inspected the intruder, he had light emerald green skin but the boney crest marked with vivid red purple and blue that lined his head showed that somewhere in his blood was something less than irkin.
The rest of his body was slim and toned, shown off well with carefully cut silk and gauze pants and a top made from similar gauze, both were deep gold and blue, showing his color to its best; the visible skin had been oiled to shine dully in the soft light and he looked up at his new master with deep mulberry eyes, the pupils were a thin horizontal line with a small vertical line in the center, giving them an almost star like shape.
"My name has been Ghanteshna, but if you wish to change it master, it is the choice of your pleasing" he nodded his head in a small bow
Wix looked him over thinking Damn I was told I'd be getting a slave but I thought I was going to get a table headed service drone, not a half breed. “And just what am I supposed to do with you?"
The slave smiled softly, sitting up a bit and running a hand down his chest "Anything you desire… master. I have been well trained in all aspects of personal service..."
Wix considered him for a moment "Well… you are taller than a table head, so perhaps you can help me get these decorations and armor off” Wix sat on the bed and waited for the slave to help him get the stuff off, many of the clasps of the armor were hard to get at.
He only hesitated a moment, then he stood quickly, moving to help undress his new master. Keeping his eyes obediently downturned his deft fingers sought out the clasps and hooks, pulling the armor carefully away from his body to place on a display rack along the wall. He took the chance to admire his owner's body as he did so; thankful he had been 'gifted' to someone that wasn’t a fat or lazy idiot, apparently even if the government had written him off as being a failure, his former potential still counted for something.
Wix was relived to get the armor off and the slave was quite deft at getting it off, once it was all clear he stretched glad to have the weight of it off, and winced when his muscles protested. He should have known this would happen… everyone knows you don't wear new armor all day unless you are in the middle of a battle. Now he was stiff all over "Ghantehia no that’s not right,” he sighed "I'll never remember the full name so I'll just call you Ghant. Are you good at massages? I need one after wearing that ton of metal all day."
Ghant graced him with a small smile as he retrieved a velvet lined box of muscle oil and returned to the bed "If it pleases my master?” He said, motioning to Wix to lie down on the bed so that he could work.
Wix nodded and laid down "yeah it will please me very much" he watched Ghant warm the oils not sure what to make of his new slave; he had pretty coloring, and wasn't bad looking despite being a half breed. He had known some of the other commanders getting weird creatures which as they claimed were good slaves, but Wix couldn't imagine having something with tentacles or leaving a slime trail. At least he was given something that was pleasant on the eye even if it was a he, not a girl.
Once the oil was ready Ghant decided to take a small risk and climbed onto the bed to kneel by his new master's body. He set to work on his tired back with hands that were deceptively strong given how small they were. It wasn’t difficult to find the knotted muscles and he worked them out carefully, avoiding the area nearest the pak as he had been clearly warned that was a NO-GO area.
Wix purred his pleasure the slave knew just how to relax the muscles. As he let the slave work he wondered what it would be like with a female slave, or one of the rare and elusive illenya, but usually only higher ranking officers got those.
Of course, he could always get some shore leave now and try out one of those sex parlors he heard about, Mmm… he could just pretend for a second that those hands working him were a female and he blushed as he felt himself stir, but with the slave continuing to work those tense and sore muscles he was getting quite aroused. Perhaps if he pretended it wasn't happening the erection would go away.
Ghant continued to work out the last of the knots, a persistently deep one under Wix's shoulder blade made him lean over his master's body, pressing down firmly with a soft sigh of breath at the effort. He didn’t notice that his thighs were now touching the elite's arm, thin gauzy silk brushing lightly over skin.
Once the knot finally released he made a small pleased noise in the back of his throught

and, pouring more warming oil on his hands started to rub down the elite's lower back, tracing close to his waistline "Would the master prefer a full body massage?" he asked carefully, he had been a pleasure house slave before… arriving… in the military service. Although it had been repeated to him over and over again that the rules governing the military were very strict, he knew that at some point, eventually, he would be expected to… he shook himself, clearing those thoughts away.
"Mmm yeah the armor pinched in some nasty places so that would be great" It would have been easy to lie, but he didn’t need to. He would have to have the armor adjusted in several spots the measuring drone seemed not to care if all the measurements weren’t precise.
"At my master's pleasure" He intoned obediently and started to run his hands down the lower half of his master's body. He started by slicking the skin with oil and rubbing at the strong muscles in his thighs and calves and working his way down to his feet where he paused to pay special attention, knowing they were likely tired, sore, and had probably never received this sort of attention.
Wix's feet were ticklish and he couldn't help the giggle, or the spasmodic jerking. But then Ghant hit a knot and he moaned as he felt the soreness leave the foot. Ahhh, he was truly being spoiled with this slave.
Ghant smiled at the wiggling, then even more at the satisfied moan. He made a mental note to, at some point when he had a better idea of how the elite might react, suggest letting him see to some careful grooming. It was his opinion that these feet were in dire need of a pedicure.... once he was finished there he moved back up Wix's legs, and proved that even an irkin's rear end was full of muscles in need of massage.
"Would master prefer a massage to the front as well?" he asked, a bit hopeful. Front end massages were definitely a good, casual way to encourage closer... 'relations' with a client, he had been taught when he was younger, although this wasn’t a client, this was his new master… but he wanted to please him... Perhaps if he could please him in other ways, when the new officer realized what he could order his slave to submit to, he wouldn’t be as forceful as… others had been.
"Ahhhh..." Wix hesitated and blushed he still had a bit of an erection and that would be clear if he tuned over, it was his slave was he allowed to? Yes, with illenya it was expected, but Ghant wasn’t even pure blooded irkin, the chances that he was a breeder were slim. Besides, why would a newly promoted commander in training be granted the great honor of that. He thought of the tentacle creature one commander had and that was enough to get him limp enough "Ok I'll try that" he rolled over carefully.
He averted his eyes respectfully as his new master rolled over and busied himself with adding more oil to his hands before starting to rub again, since he was still by the elite's legs he started there, and moved up, skipping the middle to move on to his chest and started rubbing slowly down from there, his movements smooth and careful as he started to approach the other's groin again; teeth caught his lower lip and he tried to focus on the task at hand, hoping not to be noticeable with his curiosity. He knew it was silly to think that a military officer would be formed any different than a civilian male, but he still couldn’t help but try to steal a glance.
Wix shifted uncomfortably “Ahh… you’re... very good at this… um” Thinking was difficult, with the beautiful slave’s hands on him “What... else can you do?” as soon as he said it, his mind supplied him with many different possible answers, all of them rather suggestive.
Ghant averted his eyes demurely “I have been fully trained in all necessary aspects of service. I can cook, clean, care for armor. I’m not allowed to handle any weaponry of course.” He added quickly “And I know some basic medical treatments, such as massage for dealing with sore or injured muscles. Would you like me to cook you a meal now sir? Before you sleep?”
"Not necessary, I was a bit overfed at the ceremony. But a drink would be nice" he said, shaking his head as he spoke. Ghant moved to the side so he could slide off the bed. Once on his feet he stretched, sighing with relief as the previously sore muscles moved loosely and painlessly. With a relaxed grin he moved to his closet to put on some resting clothes.
With a nod Ghant went to the room’s small mini-bar, frowning a bit at the selection and settling finally on the dark red wine. None of the other drinks available were very fitting for a relaxing evening in his opinion. Most likely the bar was stocked with entertaining in mind. Gracefully he poured the dark vintage into a wide bowled glass and corked the bottle before carrying the glass by the foot to his new master, who had settled into the armchair.
Wix took the glass with a thankful nod and tasted the wine, it was stronger than he was used to, but not unpleasantly so. He considered his new pet as he sipped the wine, and wondered what he was going to do with the slave. He wondered where it would sleep, if he had to feed it, or would someone else take care of that "So… Do you come with an instruction manual?" he joked.
Ghant blinked and sighed softly "There is actually a generally accepted 'Standards of Ownership Practices' document for varying skill sets of personal use slaves, if master would like me to have a copy sent to his documents terminal. I can also answer any questions you have, sir."
"Yes please, I was promoted rather quickly and wasn't quite fully instructed in the little details of my position. Like, where is my slave going to sleep? And where do I get his food, or is there a place you go for that?"
He nodded "there is an adjoining room to your quarters that has adequate facilities for my own personal care, and I can feed myself quite easily, a stipend for my needs has been added to your compensation amount already, I am also trained to cook and clean for you, as well as running errands and seeing to various needs that you may have. If you wish for me to behave in a certain way, or sleep in an area aside from the room provided for me that is your choice. The Standards of Ownership Practices document should already be available to you, but I can make sure that a hard copy is available by the morning..."
Wix turned to the main terminal and called up the document in question, scanning through the document quickly he stopped at some interesting points and skipped over others. Sipping his wine he smiled ruefully, most irken rules allowed for almost anything to be done to a slave but it was frowned upon to have them visibly hurt. Others could punish his slave, but only if he gave permission, which he had no plans to do. Also he could even have his slave in his bed if he wanted to. He might do that, but he had been sleeping on his own for years. He would probably ease into that slowly. The rules for illenya and breeder slaves divided sharply from the rules pertaining to service slaves, and when he called up that section all that was listed was Please Refer to ‘The Standard Breeding Practices and Proper Care Guidelines’.
"Well. This is all very interesting, but I need some sleep. I shall see you in the morning then, for my breakfast. Goodnight."
The dismissal was clear but Ghant still hesitated. “If you tell me what you would like for breakfast now sir, I can have it ready for you when you wake?”
Wix had to think he had been on military rations for years; just what did commanders have for breakfast and what would satisfy his cravings for protein, which irkens typically did not eat very often? He couldn't ask for a rare steak outright, and like it or not he needed his fruit sugars. "Eggs, sunny side up; a bowl of fruit and… lets see… waffles. Yes, that will be good."
Ghant nodded, committing the order to memory. He already knew when the morning buzzer would be going off to wake the elite, it should be easy to have the order ready for him then.
Wix yawned "Very good; in the morning then." He set his glass aside and went to the bed, expecting the slave to put itself to bed. No thoughts of it being a potential danger to him crossed his mind, the slave so submissive.
He watched his master crawl into bed to sleep and quietly took the glass and left the room The glass went into the cleaner, then he went to the ‘slave room’. The door to his 'room' was hidden in a corner behind a bookcase and he stepped into the small, rather stuffy space with a slight grimace. It was much better than most slave rooms, and certainly more comfortable than the ship’s kennels. There was an actual mattress for starters, and a small dresser. But it was cold, the heating set lower in here, and the mattress only had a couple of thin sheets. Even if he didn’t take off his clothes, it would be cold. The only clothing he had was light silks that wouldn’t offer much insulation at all. It would be a chilly place to sleep, but it was a small price to pay for staying with a master who seemed to be kind.

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The buzzer awoke Wix at far too early an hour and he glanced blearily at today’s schedule with a groan. It would be a busy day full of meetings and seminars he had to attend for his new position, orientations and walkthroughs and class introductions. It was finally the smell of food that lured him out of bed, it smelled good.
In the kitchen Ghant finished putting the last of the chilled fruit chunks into the cut glass bowl and set it on the serving tray alongside the rest of the meal. It was accompanied by a glass of juice and mug of hot coffee with an array of sugars and cream additions, since his master had not specified a preference. He carried it into the bedroom, placing it on a small table with a single chair by the wall. The waffles were accompanied by a choice of cream and berries, or butter and syrup, and the fruit also had a small dish of cream with it, salt pepper and salsa sat by the eggs "good morning sir, your breakfast." his clothing today was more modest, solid gold silks without the gauzy cutouts of last night.

"Wow this is more elaborate than I expected," he favored the creams and ate as much as he could, enjoying every bite "Thank you very much Ghant, it was delicious. I have a full schedule planed for me I'll be back later to get changed for a state dinner so all you will have to do today is tidy and lay out my formal wear for me I won't be back till late unfortunately."

He nodded "I’m already aware of your schedule for the day sir, would you like me to have the soaking tub ready for your return? Or would you prefer that after the dinner? Of course if it your desire it can be run twice."
"Oh that would be wonderful, I would love to be clean right before dinner and perhaps one of your massages after dinner."
He nodded "I shall see to it master."
Wix dressed, thankful that the armor wouldn't be needed today. He pulled on his duty uniform adjusting the little caplet at the belt trying to get it to hang right.
Helpfully Ghant tugged a bit at the caplet, coaxing it into laying properly "Is there anything else you need from me sir?"
"Thanks, but I think I'm good for now" He said and left the rooms surprised that he was actually running early for once perhaps today would be a good day.
Once he was left alone in the rooms, Ghant tidied up, cleaning up the dishes and cookware from breakfast, then straightening up Wix's bed, stealing a small cuddle in the elite's warm soft blankets and testing his scent on the pillow then carefully making the bed to erase any signs of the trespass. He puttered around the rooms for the day, nibbling on a bit of food when he was hungry and making sure everything was tidy and in its place, he took a short shower and during took care of a few,.. 'personal needs' of his own then cleaned the bathroom, checked the time and started drawing a hot soak for his master, adding bath oils and minerals to soften his skin for a healthy tone.
Wix came in with a groan, they didn't tell him that one of the seminars was some heavy duty training, thank goodness it was the last one. He smiled at Ghant gratefully as he stripped off the uniform and crawled into the hot tub with a relieved sigh.
Ghant blinked at how quick he was to drop his clothing and gathered up it up to set it into the wash bin and quickly laid out his master's dress uniform, complete with all necessary undergarments and polished boots, then returned to the bath, kneeling behind where he was sitting and grabbing a lotion based soap that he began to lather over Wix's shoulders, massaging as he did so. "A stressful day sir?" He asked.
"Yeah, they had all the new commanders tested to see if we are up to meddle and it going to continue for a few weeks before we start field duty." He sighed and leaned into the scrubbing.
He nodded and focused his attention on a small knot starting to work its way into Wix's shoulder, and quickly smoothed the muscle out before it had the chance to become painful "Yes, you have several long days ahead of you sir, I shall have to do my best to see that whatever small amount of free time you have is relaxing and restful, and free of stress."
"Mmm I'm so glad I got you, the other commanders were complaining about their new slaves, I played you down, I would hate to think what would happen if they realized just how good you are. I don't want you taken away."
He blinked and smiled "Thank you sir, to be honest, I wouldn’t want to be taken away either, I’ve heard many horror stories about unkind masters." He didn’t mention that he had also heard stories of fat or otherwise unappealing masters that had sickened him as much as the thought of master's who hurt their slaves, proclaiming that he wanted to stay partially because he found Wix attractive was something best put off till later, or never. He also decided against mentioning that his knowledge of unkind masters wasn’t only from stories.
"Yeah I hard about what some of the commanders were saying they were doing to 'motivate' their slaves it sickened me."
Ghant nodded "there are many ways to injure a pet without leaving an obvious mark" he stated obliquely as he used a small container to rinse Wix's back. "You should be getting ready for the dinner sir, it would not look good if you were late."
"Yes, thank you. Can you help me there allot of decorations that have to be just right" Wix asked politely as he levered himself out of the tub. Ghant held a large towel at ready for him "of course sir, that is my job after all" he smiled, averting his eyes out of respect for his owner's nakedness.
Wix smiled wrapping the towel around himself and accepting another from Ghant to dry off with as he walked to the bed where Ghant had laid out his clothes to get dressed.
After unplugging the tub and laying another towel on the floor near it to absorbed the drippings he hurried to the bedroom after Wix to help him dress, readying the opulent dress uniform top as he was sure Wix wouldn’t need help with his undergarments and pants. Although once he had those on, he did accept Ghant’s help with the tasseled and heavily decorated dress over garments.
Ghant tugged on the shoulder pads of the uniform and smoothed down the back before carefully straightening the snaps and plating along the front with all the attentiveness of a high ranking officer's orderly wife, or illenya pet, small quick fingers finding the small snaps and pins easily for Wix "There now, I think that's just about perfect... sir"
"Man I never thought I would be wearing one of these," he admired himself in the mirror then sighed "But I have to go and not admire myself. Please have those massage oils ready after supper." He answered and Ghant nodded "And would you like to have a nightcap or other form of dessert ready for you sir?”
"Something soft and chocolaty" Wix decided after a moment of thought.
He nodded "Ah, of course sir... some mouse cake then? Or pudding pie?"
"Mmm whatever you can find." He said absentmindedly as he rushed out the door, afraid that he would be running late for the supper if he lingered any longer.
Ghant nodded as he left and set about cleaning up the mess left from the bathing after sending an order to the kitchens for a chocolate mousse cake to be delivered to the rooms, it arrived soon after he finished cleaning and after preparing a slice with cream and raspberries on the side he left it to chill in the cooler until Wix's return.
Wix was bored throughout dinner the food was good but he kept thinking about his treat and massage waiting back in his quarters but he had to stay and listen to boring speeches from boring dignitaries. Finally the dinner was over but apparently it was custom to mingle afterwords, and so he suffered through many of the dignitaries wanting to know about the young commander.
When they finally found someone else more interesting he slipped away and headed for his room where he didn’t know it, but Ghant had slowly started to doze off in the sitting room. After putting the finishing touches on everything that he could as far as Wix’s bath and dessert, he had succumbed to boredom and tiredness, the warmth of the sitting room lulling him into a light slumber where he sat leaning against the base of the couch.
Wix entered in and headed straight for his room wanting to shuck off the uncomfortable uniform right away, Ghant startling back awake the moment he heard the door open. He scrambled to his feet, thankful he hadn’t been caught napping, and went right to the kitchen to pull out the mousse cake and pour another glass of the strong red wine, and carried them both into the bedroom, placing them on the breakfast table before moving to help Wix with the uniform jacket.
"Long dinner" he commented softly, it was almost the middle of the night and the elite would have to be up in only a few hour's for his scheduled meetings. He winced at the thought, he at least would be able to doze a bit during the day but Wix would likely have no such luck.
Wix was thankful for the help. "Man I'm glad those dinners won't be often." he yawned and set into the cake as soon as he had the fancy clothes off. He only took small sips of wine to clear his mouth as he had too much at dinner already. Once finished he set the plate down and stretched out on the bed.
Ghant quickly moved over to pull the undershirt up over his head and toss it aside, setting into tired muscles without the oil, working knots out quickly and concentrating on just rubbing Wix's tired back, knowing the elite was worn out "You should try to sleep as soon as possible sir, tomorrow wont be as long as today, but it starts in just a few hours. Would you like the same for breakfast tomorrow or something else?”
"Just something simple, like porridge, my stomach might not feel the best in the morning, that food was too rich and heavy" He said, falling asleep to Ghant’s ministrations.
With a small smile Ghant shifted off the bed and pulled the thick blanket over his master, curiously trailing a soft touch along one of Wix's antennae. He had never touched anyone else's, just his own. He knew he shouldn’t touch them, but thankfully the elite wasn't awake enough to notice the touch, he did however smile and snuggle deeper into the covers.
Ghant smiled at the snuggle and leaned down, almost drifting a chaste kiss on his cheek, then he pulled back, before making contact. He was blushing, what the hell was he thinking? Silently he cleaned up the dress uniform and the rest of the dishes and went to his own bed for the few hours left in the night, before he needed to make breakfast.
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