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Being Human	By : RotSeele Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Being Human
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine (Epilogue)
- 27
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Twenty-eight - Zim POV
"What do you have to tell me?" I asked, frowning.
"Probably the same thing you're going to tell me."
"That you're insane for fighting that monster out there and a complete asshole for letting Seerah put me back together with non-Irken parts?"
Dib narrowed his eyes at me. "No, not exactly. Besides, if I hadn't let her put you back together, you'd be dead. Then I'd never get a chance to tell you I'm sorry and that I love you."
I stared at him. "Say it again."
"That I love you?"
"No, before that."
"That I'm-" He stopped and glowered at me. I somehow managed a grin. Dib sighed. "What were you thinking, jumping in front of me like that?"
I looked away. What had I been thinking? All I remembered was feeling a white hot sheet of fear and then I just moved. A reaction. Knee-jerk, as the human vernacular went. "Because I didn't want you dead," I said at last. "I wanted to protect you."
Dib didn't say anything. He reached up to cup my cheek and force me to look at him. "Why did you want to protect me?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because, you idiot, I love you."
Dib grinned. "Say it again."
"Idiot."
"No, not that." Dib sighed, sounding exasperated. "The other part."
I blinked. "You mean where I said I lo-"
My words were cut off as Dib kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, and I only knew that because my lips weren't hurting and our teeth weren't clacking together. I knew - how well I knew! - that Dib could easily overpower me and push me back onto this couch. But he didn't. He kept kissing me, eyes half-closed, watching me. Then his other hand slid to cup the back of my head and he deepened the kiss. My eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his lips on mine, and then I jerked a little as I felt his tongue sliding against my lips. He pulled back and looked at me.
"Jerk," I muttered, feeling heat in my cheeks.
Dib only smiled. "Want me to kiss you again?"
"Seerah said no strenuous activity."
"Kissing isn't strenuous." Dib paused. "Are you scared?"
"Me? Ha! Scared of what? I'm not scared of anything!" I looked away from Dib and frowned. He rose, then lifted me up suddenly. I cursed at him as he sat back down on the couch and settled me in his lap. I felt heat in my cheeks again, and glared at him when he put his hands on my cheeks so I had no choice but to look at him. He was smiling, lazily and gently, and all I wanted to do in that moment was punch him because he had no right to be smiling like that.
"You're scared of losing me." Dib said, stroking my cheek. Then his hand went down my neck, to my bare chest, and finally to my stomach. "And honestly, I'm scared of losing you. When I saw you like that, covered in all that blood, I was so terrified. You were in my arms. And you died, Zim. And all I could think about was all the things I hadn't gotten to tell you."
I raised my hands and covered his with mine. I looked down at our hands, at how much larger his was compared to mine. "I wasn't thinking." I said finally. "I saw that bastard about to kill you and I moved. And I would do it again, if it meant protecting you."
"I'd rather you not do it again. I think watching you get disemboweled and then put back together once is enough for me."
I looked at him. He looked at me.
"I meant it," Dib said quietly, "when I said I love you. Permit me to be a bit sappy, but I want to make sure I'm by your side for the rest of my life."
"I guess Gaz wasn't lying when she said you batted for alien cock, huh?" I asked with a smile.
Dib glowered at me. "She really said that? I'll kill her." He started to rise, but I pushed my entire weight down on him, preventing him from moving. He looked at me with a raised brow, because of it, and the fact my cheeks had heated because I could feel his own body's reaction to my movement.
"I was paraphrasing." I mumbled. "And I want you to stay. Right here. With me."
Dib's hand slid out from under mine, and then both hands settled on my hips. "Zim," he started.
I shook my head. "Irkens don't mate. We don't create genetic copies of ourselves through procreation. We are clones. So we have no need for..."
"You mean you don't have one?"
I looked at him sharply. "I have one! It just... doesn't look like yours."
"And that's supposed to scare me off?"
"Well, no, but you're a human male. Desiring intercourse from your mate is a natural thing. I just was warning you."
"Zim, at this point, I don't give a shit anymore. Your dick could have spines or flippers or fins and I'd love you anyway. You'd just be on the bottom the entire time because there's no fucking way your spiny, flipper, fin dick will get inside me."
I glowered at him. "It doesn't have any of those." I growled. "Asshole."
Dib grinned. "Either way, it's not getting anywhere inside me."
"So I'm on the receiving end the entire time?!" I asked, anger coloring my voice.
Dib thought about it for a moment. "Okay, maybe not all the time."
"You bast-!" I was cut off as Dib kissed me. Then I felt his tongue in my mouth, twining with mine, and something in the lower part of my body turned liquidy. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss, shifting my hips so they were flush against his. I could already feel Dib's arousal between my legs, so I knew Dib hadn't been lying when he said he wanted me. I could assume his feelings for me were genuine, but I knew of a way to make sure. It was risky, and no one in Irken history had done this kind of thing since the Purge. But, I figured, what the hell. I mean, I just survived being eviscerated and put back together again in the same day. So I broke the kiss and leaned back, reaching for Dib's left hand. I brought it up to my mouth, and folded his fingers into a fist, except for his index finger. That I put in my mouth, positioning the pad of his finger over my canine tooth. Then I bit down. I felt him jerk, felt his blood fill my mouth. I let him go when he jerked his hand back, and then I lifted mine.
I was going on theory and instinct. I bit my own finger and then held it out. "Suck on it."
"What?" Dib asked, giving my finger an odd look.
"Suck on it."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
Dib stared at me for a long moment. So I stuck my finger in his mouth, picked up his again, and put it on my tongue. I felt it then, and a minute later, Dib jerked. I could feel him, just on the fringes of my consciousness. And judging by the way he was staring at me, he could feel me too.
I let his finger fall out of my mouth and pulled mine from his. Then I leaned forward until our foreheads touched. "I have something to tell you. It's important, so pay attention." I could feel his concern. He probably thought I was going to tell him to go away. I sighed. "Dib. This is important okay?"
"Okay," he whispered. He twined his bloody finger with mine. "So, what is it?"
I took a breath. "My real name isn't something I go around telling everyone, but I'm trusting you with it."
"But I already know your name. And how come I can feel you in my head?"
"Zim is an acronym and you can feel me because I just forced you to bond with me in an ancient Irken mating ritual."
"Ancient, what?"
"Long story short, we're married." I stared at him. I saw the moment it clicked. I waited for him to freak out, but instead, Dib only started to smile.
"Married, huh?"
"Why so happy?"
"No reason. So, is that why you're telling me your real name?"
I stared at him with a raised brow. "You're taking this awfully well."
"Zim, I watched you die. I watched you get out back together. At this point, being married to you via some freaky ancient Irken ritual is at the very bottom of my freak out list."
I watched his face. Dib kissed me, like it was supposed to distract me or something. When he pulled back, I sighed. "We're given a full name when we come out of the smeetery, and then it gets shortened to the first three letters of each name. Telling someone our full name is a great measure of trust, moron, because if someone knows out full name, they can access anything that's a part of us. Like our PAK or our ship or anything. Even access to our minds. And you, especially, since you and I are linked." I tapped my head.
"So it's basically like the ultimate password." Dib said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, basically." I said, though I wasn't too happy about agreeing with his assessment, but it was, more or less, the truth.
Dib smiled at me. Then his hands moved, up over my back to my shoulders. Then he slid his hands down the front of my chest, lightly brushing his fingertips over my nipples in a way that made me gasp. "So, what's your password?"
"I'm going to kill you." I hissed as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. My body was already going haywire, so he wasn't helping much.
"Doesn't sound like 'Zim' to me." He said, kissing my neck.
I took the opportunity to bite the shell of his ear. "I will never understand human behavior." I growled quietly, mostly to myself. Dib only chuckled. I sighed. "Fine. Just... You can't tell anyone, including Gaz."
"I promise." He said. He meant it.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my own nerves. I leaned against him, so my mouth was flush against the shell of his ear. "Repeat after me - Zaerin,"
"Zaerin."
"Invari."
"Invari,"
"Muri."
"Muri." Dib gasped as soon as the last syllable left his mouth. I closed my eyes, able to feel his heartbeat. And I knew that he could feel mine. He looked me in the eyes, then he kissed me.
I kissed him back, moving my hips down into his. He groaned, a noise that I knew was a sound that human males made when they were extremely satisfied. His hands left my chest to grasp my ass, kneading his fingers into the muscle there. I let my hands slide down to get under his shirt, letting my fingers run over the muscles of his chest and stomach. Dib didn't waste any time in getting his shirt off. I looked down at his chest, trailing my fingers over the defining lines of his muscles and a little lower to the fine line of hair that started just beneath his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I ran my fingers over that line of hair to his belt. His head leaned forward so he could kiss and lick at my throat and shoulders, making me shiver and that lower part of me grow hot. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, only that I was feeling a very strange need. And of course, Dib's need was pressing into my own belly.
I opened his belt, then his jeans. He somehow lifted his hips, and me, too, since I was sitting on his lap, enough so I could pull his jeans and boxers down far enough to pull out his cock. I'd seen it before, so I wasn't gaping over it, but I'd never seen it engorged with blood. This was what it meant to be aroused for a human male.
"So," Dib panted, looking at my hand, which was wrapped loosely around his length. "How are we doing this?"
"Well, if you have to ask." I said with a smile.
Dib glowered at me. It didn't last long because I moved my hand, slowly moving my fist up and down on his shaft, and then ghosted my thumb over the tip. His head fell back onto the couch and his eyes rolled back into his head. His hands moved over my hips, around to my back and then into the back hem of my pants. I felt his fingers ghost over my tailbone and then slide further south until I could feel his fingers probing my asshole. It was a weird sensation, feeling something just massaging that muscle. I knew Dib intended to push his fingers inside me, but it didn't stop it from feeling weird. Then he pulled his hands back, moving then around to my front to open my pants. He pulled them open, then hooked his fingers in the waistband.
"Up." He ordered gruffly. I obeyed, mostly because he sounded like he'd rip my pants off if I refused. So I lifted myself up, and felt my pants shoved down my thighs. Now I was self-conscious, because I didn't look like Dib down there. But he didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Then he ran his finger down from my sternum, over my new skin, and down between my legs. I shivered. Dib didn't ask for instructions or help. He just sort of ran his fingers over my crotch as if he was trying to figure out how to draw my member out of its sheath.
It didn't take long for him to figure out how to do it. His fingers found the slit and pulled it aside, drawing out my own cock. While it didn't look anything like Dib's, but it certainly didn't have fins or spines. Dib wrapped his hand around it like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. I didn't care. I was shaking with all the things I was feeling. It felt good to have Dib touching me like that, and now I finally knew how it felt to be touched there. I'd never needed to know before - Irkens had no real use for sex, and we'd all been told that our parts didn't work like that anyway - so this felt utterly amazing. My head fell forward onto Dib's shoulder and I felt him laugh.
"It's not funny," I whispered.
"Of course it is. You're even more of a virgin than I am."
I felt my cheeks color. "Shut the fuck up."
Dib only laughed harder. I cut it off by moving my hand a little faster on his cock, squeezing a little harder as I started at the base and went up. Then, Dib was just groaning, and used his free hand to grab my hair and pull my head back far enough that he could kiss me.
I don't really know how long we sat there jerking each other off. It felt like eternity, and it was an awesome eternity at that. Then somewhere between Dib's sudden intake of breath and a sudden wetness splashing over my hand, Dib slid his hand from my hair, down my back, and pulled me forward by my ass in order to press two fingers into my hole.
I hissed at the pain from the sudden intrusion, but then I realized Dib wasn't moving. He was panting harshly, his eyes closed, his fingers inside me. And he wasn't. Doing. Anything.
"Dib?" I questioned, wondering if now would be a good time to threaten him. Them his eyes opened and he smiled. "What?" I asked defensively.
The hand around my length left it and wrapped around my wrist. It drew my hand away from his cock and held it up to my eyes. My fingers were covered in a viscous pearlescent fluid, and then I noticed my hand was tingling. Dib said, "You made me come. So I'm going to need a minute."
"Then get your fingers-" I gasped as his fingers suddenly moved, pushing up deeper into me. I hated the fact I whimpered in utter pleasure, because that only made him do it again. Over and over he pushed his fingers deeper inside of me, and then he started doing something else that made me feel like he was spreading me wide open. My forehead was pressed against his neck and my eyes were closed tight. I was making noises, that much I knew. So was he. And I knew he was ready to go again, because his cock was pressing into my own, and it was very much happy for the attention it was getting just be me moving against Dib's fingers.
Then - and I was not proud of this - I whined when he pulled his fingers out of my body. He didn't leave me alone, though, like I thought he would. Instead, his hands gripped my hips and he lifted me up, making me balance on my knees. He left one hand on my waist, and gripped his cock with the other. Then he looked at me. "Ready?"
I just stared at him. "You're really going to ask me that after you've been fingering my ass for the past ten minutes?"
"Well, this is completely different." He said.
"No shit."
Now Dib glowered at me. He didn't say anything, just glowered. Then he pulled me forward and then down. I gasped and bit into Dib's shoulder as I felt his cock sliding inside me. I felt Dib pause, like he couldn't quite fit all the way or get the right angle, and then I felt him slide all the way inside me. I could feel every last inch of him, and I could feel the head of his cock pressing into something that sent lightning to my brain and down my spine.
"God, Zim, you're so tight." Dib groaned.
I moaned in response. He was inside me. I could feel the pulsing of his heartbeat, his heat mingling with mine. And then he moved. I gasped, unable to stop myself. He slid out of me, then back in, a slow rhythm that was slowly becoming faster. That liquidy hot part of me was spasming, throbbing around Dib in a way that made us both whimper out of sheer need for one another.
Then Dib moved, turning us over so I was beneath him on my back. He pulled me close and buried himself deep inside me. He waited for a second, then pulled out, sheathing himself again in one long stroke. I clung to his biceps, because there wasn't anywhere else I thought I could hold onto without slipping. I felt liquid running down my backside each time he pulled put, and after a few thrusts there wasn't pain anymore, just pleasure. I let my head fall back and panted as Dib's thrusts became longer and deeper, like he was trying to reach the deepest, darkest places inside my body. Each thrust was long and slow, at least until I let out a whimpering cry as he hit something inside me that made lightning spark up my spine to my brain, then down to my own cock. I felt something hot splash against my stomach, and realized I'd just come a little.
Dib chuckled. "Like that?" He thrust into me again, going deep enough our hips touched.
In response, I bit into his left bicep, just as my hole tightened a bit. I heard him groan, felt the rumble in his chest as it vibrated through my body. Then Dib picked up his pace, slamming harder and harder into me. I felt pressure growing inside of me, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was about to hit my limit. I couldn't say anything though, because all my air was spent panting with each thrust and making soft noises that were echoed by Dib's. Then, Dib thrust deep inside me, so deep I thought I saw my lower abdomen bulge, and then stars exploded behind my eyes. I felt my entire body tense, then relax slowly after. I felt something wet and sticky on the skin of my abdomen and stomach, and realized that liquid was my own seed. I stared at the lines of off-white, blue shaded sticky liquid on my skin, then gasped as I felt Dib thrust into me again. I closed my eyes tight and whimpered with each additional thrust until I felt Dib stiffen. Then I felt something hot filling me up inside.
Dib was still for a long time, long enough for me to relax and start to feel a throbbing sensation both inside me and between my legs. Then, slowly, Dib pulled out of me. I felt his seed follow his cock out, but I knew most of it was trapped up inside me, and would take a bit of doing to get it out. Not right now, though. I was exhausted. So was Dib, if I could judge by the way he slumped down beside me on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I didn't mind. I was tired. He was warm, if sweaty. I sighed quietly and let my head rest on his chest, where I could hear his heart slowing down to a normal rate.
"Damn," Dib says after a while. "I hope sex with you is like that all the time."
I snorted, then yawned behind my hand. "Preferably, this 'next time' you speak of will take place in a proper location, rather than a classroom."
"Yeah," Dib agreed, "probably would be better."
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, just basking in the afterglow of what we'd done. Finally, Dib moved, pulling his clothes back on and helping me into my pants, because I couldn't seem to stand on my own without shaking and then falling over. Once we were clothed, Dib and I tried to make everything seem normal in the room, and on us as well, before we left to join Gaz. She gave us a long look, and her small smile said she knew exactly what we'd done. She was a lady about it, though, and didn't go screaming it like she probably would've done had it happened in more... appropriate... setting. But she came over to us anyway, mostly to wrap her jacket around my bare chest. I didn't see Seerah.
"She, Lyse, and Aevnir are having a little chat with the King, apparently." Gaz said. "Seerah got through to him and managed to convince him you weren't a threat. Or dead. I don't really remember which."
"So that means, what, exactly?" Dib asked.
"It means none of this ever happened, I guess."
We looked at each other, then finally shared a collective sigh. That seemed to be the story of our lives - shit would happen to us, or around us, and nobody would know it ever happened except us. I put my hand on my belly. I knew I wouldn't forget. And judging by the look on Dib's face, he wouldn't forget either.
Dib put his arm around my shoulders, a simple move of reflex or comfort. I knew it for what it really was. If anyone came after me, Dib would kill them without hesitation. Human or alien, Dib wouldn't care. He would protect me. So I wrapped my arm around his waist and felt him relax. Because, in that one gesture, I'd told him I'd protect him, too.
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