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Forever Love	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3.
Zim blinked his eyes slowly and groaned, his head felt like it was trying to implode. He sat up and hissed angrily when his uniform shirt split down the middle. Replacing it was not going to be easy. The material was only made on Irk and it would take months for a new one to be shipped. He shucked it off carefully, not wanting any more of that awful blue powder to rise off of it.
He clenched his fists as he tried to remember how he had gotten away this time but the only thing he could think of was Spork leaning over him and untying the rope. That was impossible though, Spork was dead. His breath caught in his throat and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. No, he couldn't think about it anymore. That was behind him now. He hiccuped once and rubbed away the gathering tears.
That fateful day still haunted him, especially knowing that Spork would have been alive if it wasn't for him. They used to tell him that he was a disaster, that everything he touched was destroyed and he had always scoffed at it, pushing it away. Except that it was true. Everything and everyone that he ever touched ended up dead or destroyed.
He slammed his small fist against the floor, wincing slightly at the pain before carefully standing. The image of Spork stayed with him, haunting him. Memories of their time together pooled to the forefront of his mind. Every little smile, every little kind gesture.... and it was all repaid with death.
The pained scream that echoed through out his base was so loud, so soul wrenching that it was probably heard for miles. He fell back to his knees, tears falling as he slumped in defeat. Maybe he really was defective, screaming like a smeet and seeing visions of his dead beloved. He stared vacantly at the wall and wondered briefly if the gaping feeling in his chest was what going insane felt like.
Two long arms wrapped around him and he started to rock side to side humming. He really had lost it. He was even feeling things. He was delusional, tears falling down his cheeks as he felt warm breath on his antennae. The worst of it was that he knew that it wasn't possible. He had seen Spork get eaten then he had been the one to destroy the blob that had eaten the then Tallest.
“Go away, I'm not crazy. M'not... stupid PAK. He's not there, he's not, he's not...” Zim continued to rock back on forth, trying to push the feeling of someone there that wasn't. The arms only wrapped around him tightened, stopping his rocking.
“Zim... its alright,” The cool calm voice of Spork rang out. The arms shifted, one staying wrapped around a small waist while the other reached over and grasped a gloved hand.
“Go away. You're not real, you can't fool Zim.” Zim kept trying to pull away from the imaginary arms. He had heard of defectives seeing things, hearing things. Now he knew why they were so adment about their delusions. They felt so real...
“I'm real Zim. I didn't die,” Spork whispered soothingly. He kept his hand tightly around Zim's and used the other to spin the smaller around. Startled magenta were caught unsuspecting by burnt gold.
Another tear rolled down a smooth mint cheek and Zim gave in, leaning against the Taller's chest. “Even if you're not real, I can pretend.” A small smile touched his face but dark pink eyes were suspiciously blank. The hand that wasn't occupied by holding trailed up and tightened itself into grey fabric.
Spork was speechless. Zim didn't believe him. How was it possible not to see, feel how real he was? Unless.... unless Zim thought he was hallucinating, had become defective. Long arms instinctively tightened and he kissed between still antennae. He gulped and clung to the smaller Irken, hoping beyond all hope that there was a way to fix this. He tilted the petit chin and leaned down to kiss him softly.
“Master's kissing! Hey pig, let's go get a baby carriage!” GIR shouted, appearing from one of the many rooms of the base. The little robot gawked at them for a moment before turning away, dragging a small pig with him. “Bye tall guy! Make sure Master eats his vegetables!”
Zim froze in the Taller's grip, their lips barely touching as the magenta eyed one peeked past at the departing dysfunctional S.I.R. Unit. He blinked stupidly at his minion before turning and blinking at the worried face of Spork. He lifted the hand that was between them, pulling off the glove with his teeth. Trembling he stretched the ungloved hand out and cupped the left cheek of his lover. “Warm... Spork?” The trembling in his hand and arm crept along to the rest of his body, making him shake in the loose hold.
Spork curled around his small lover wanting to protect him, even if there wasn't really anything he could do. “I love you Zim.” He let the words break through the shell that the short Invader had put up. He would try anything to make Zim believe, to show that he was really there for the other. That he would be there if he blinked and stepped out of the almost crushing grip.
“You're really real? I'm not crazy?” Zim pleaded, hoping against everything that his brain kept telling him. His squeedlyspooch was balanced on a cliff and all it would take was one careless touch for it to go toppling to the chasm beneath. He looked up into those rare gold eyes searching for that something that he had seen so very longer ago. No hallucination could ever replicate that look that Spork had held in his eyes that day. He trembled when he found it, his mind shutting down from shock. He wasn't crazy, wasn't defective. Spork was real, was alive and holding him.
“Very real.” Spork uncurled and took both of the other's hands into his own. He didn't quite know what to do with Zim. He had never seen the other act so broken before.... it was as if the Invader had no self-esteem. What had changed after his supposed death?
Zim drank in the touch, the closeness of his lover. It had been so very long. Almost seventy years.... Where had the other been? If he had been alive for so long why hadn't Spork come back? Said something? He faltered and pulled himself out of the tender embrace. He needed to think and he couldn't do it in Spork's arms.
“Zim?” Spork was a little confused as the short Invader extracted himself from the loving hug. Spork stayed sitting and still looked down a little at the very small Irken. The magenta eyed one seemed to be fighting with himself about something.
Zim clenched his fists and tried to think of a reason that Spork would have left him for so long. What if the other hadn't forgiven him for what had happened? He swallowed, his throat dry at the thought. Would Spork lie to hurt him? What if... No! He couldn't think that, couldn't doubt the other. They had been through to much before to start doubting now. But.... it had been over sixty years.... what if something had changed? Sixty some odd years was a long time to be apart.... He took a deep breath before he spoke, hoping that he wasn't about to screw everything up. “Where have you been?” He cringed slightly as he heard his own voice. He sounded so accusing.
“I was picked up by the Meekrob, they ended up taking me to their planet to recover since Devastis was in ruins. They only let me go because they were hoping that I would bargain with the Tallest about saving their home.” Spork took his gaze away, unable to say more. Zim's words had cut into him, making him wonder why he hadn't tried harder to leave sooner. It had been selfish of him to not try, Zim had been alone in the universe. He had no excuse. There was no real reason he couldn't have escaped after he was healed.
Zim thought carefully about what to say next. He scuffed his boot on the floor and stared at Spork's turned face. The Taller had yet to look back at him and it was slightly curious. While it bothered him that the other had spent so much time away there was only so much to be done. Meekrob was famous for the time differential field that surrounded it. Besides, if you really got down to it, it was almost completely his fault that Spork had been there in the first place.
“Why did you come here? Didn't the Tallest try and stop you? You've been gone for so long wouldn't they want to keep you close by? And Earth is definitely not safe.” Zim wasn't sure why he was asking another question. Perhaps it was to quench the undeniable questioning feeling that he had. He needed to talk, to fill up the empty space that had existed for so long.
“I had to see you, it was the first thing I did when I went back to the Empire. I don't care how dangerous this planet is Zim. As for the Tallest.... they expect me back in several months,” Spork admitted and stood. He tried very hard not to look at his petit lover but it was almost impossible. He could see the crushed look that was stretched across the small face. His squeedlyspooch dropped and he faltered. How could he leave Zim?
Zim swallowed painfully, his throat dry from the thought of being left again. “Of course they do. The Empire needs you.” Now it was his turn to be unable to meet the eyes of the other. He had spoken no lie, the Empire did need Spork. What he hadn't said was that he was pretty sure that he needed the other just as badly. It was pathetic. He was an Invader but the thought of not having Spork at his side again was mind numbing. He wasn't sure if he could do it, knowing that the Taller was alive and well but just out of his reach. It was almost worse than having the other dead.
“They do... but I need you.” Spork's words were honest and almost inaudible but the other Irken's sharp hearing picked it up. A light flush spread over the Invader's cheeks and it made Spork smile. Little endearments and confessions still made Zim blush. It was sweet knowing that such a hardened Soldier was touched by such simple things. He knelt and let his hand rest softly on the other's shoulder, wanting more contact but also not wanting to cross an unmarked line.
Zim placed his hand atop the larger one on his shoulders and then leaned his head against it. He didn't know what to say now. Like always Spork knew how to make his speechless. Magenta eyes slipped closed for a moment before opening slightly to gaze at burnt gold orbs. Despite his current inability to speak, he would need to talk to the Taller properly. They would have to sort something out, what they were going to do when Spork finally had to leave. Being apart had been torture and now he was going to lose the other again, especially so soon? He wasn't sure his squeedlyspooch could take it.
“We can talk later....” Spork trailed off, squeezing the shoulder and using his free hand to bring the other in a loose hug. Dark pink eyes were bright in the shadowed darkness of the base. The Taller sighed contentedly, resting his head atop the other's as they both drank in the mere presence of the other.
Zim kept his arms around the other, wondering if he should press the questions. “We should talk now.” They really did need to talk. He knew if it was put off they would just keep ignoring it, letting it fester rather than poke at it.
Spork took his chin in a larger hand and tilted it up so that their eyes met. “We should,” Spork agreed, leaning in. His eyes became half lidded and he closed the gap, pressing their lips together lightly. He kept the kiss gentle and carefree, knowing that if he pressed to much that Zim would give in to him, whether or not he wanted the advanced attentions.
“This is good too,” Zim whispered against the light kiss. He pulled away just a smidgen so that their lips weren't connected anymore. He looked up and down, for once easily reading the expression on Spork's face. He smirked and cupped his hand along the other's cheek breifly before pulling away completely and standing just barely out of the Taller's grasp.
“Glad you agree.” Spork wore a contemplative look, his eyes open. He smirked back and slowly made his way forward, prowling on his knees. He backed the shorter up to a wall where he braced both of his hands beside Zim's head, trapping the other between his long arms.
Zim grinned playfully and leaned forward so that his antennae brushed against the Taller's. A light fluttering of pleasure flitted through both of them and they could almost swear that they felt faint flashes of emotion from the other. It was a feeling that neither of them had ever experienced before and it was completely unnameable.
Spork grinned back, though his was a bit more lustful than playful and tilted his head down. He leaned in once more, just as he had earlier and stole a passionate kiss. He pulled away, his grin widening when he caught the dazed look on the other's face.
Zim blinked and stared at the other for a moment before a devious look overcame the short Invader. He pushed against the Taller's chest, knocking him over with minimal effort. He happily plopped himself on top of the other and carefully leaned over, connecting their lips once more.
“We should move... floor's no good,” Spork mumbled against soft lips. He heard made Zim make some sort of agreeing sound but the other only pulled him closer. They made no effort to get up, to enthralled with each other. Lips met and tongues danced as they began to press against each other as much as they were physically capable.
Zim moaned as Spork pushed him away only to tip his head and take long antennae into a hot mouth. Zim clutched at the other, wrapping his hands in grey fabric as the other continued with the wonderful ministrations. Every lick, every nip sent tingles racing through him. His mind was fraying, lurking back to the last time he had felt this good, this amazing.
Spork lapped at the base of both antenna, loving the way that the Invader writhed in his arms. His hands were petting clothed sides, trailing up and down occasionally rubbing at narrow hips. He nipped once at the antennae before leaning down and kissing at the crook of the other's neck.
Zim's breath hitched in his throat as memories of his last time with the apparently not dead Spork. “No! If we...if I... you'll disappear again....” Tear's collected at the corner's of magenta eyes and their owner clung desperately to the other Irken. Small arms were wrapped fiercely around as much of the other as they could grasp, refusing to let go. He wasn't willing to go back to the darkness that had consumed him. When he had thought that the Taller was dead his life had focused completely onto his dream. A dream which only held so much luster.
“Zim. I promise this to you; I will never leave you again.” Spork spoke with out thinking, letting his emotions run the scene for the moment. It didn't matter that if he wanted to complete his duty to the Empire he would have to leave. All that mattered was staying with Zim, never letting go of the precious feelings that they shared. Love was rare in the Empire and true love was even rarer in the universe. There was no way that he would give up the chance to be with his beloved to help run the society that had turned its back on its own values and its people.
Zim was speechless, the thought of Spork finally being with him forever was mind boggling. He curled into the other, not wanting to ever let go. He knew that the promise was fake, though it comforted him slightly. The Taller would have to go back to the Empire, the Tallest needed a good Advisor. The very idea of being able to keep the Taller forever made his ego swell proudly. Even if Spork had to leave no one else would ever get such a pledge from the golden eyed Irken. Spork was completely and totally his now.
“Never....” Spork whispered fiercely, hugging tightly for a moment before loosening his grip. He tilted the other back to place a small peck on perfect lips. He leaned against the wall, dragging the Invader with him so that they lay peacefully together.
Zim was still as he thought about what he was going to do. In a few days time he would be alone once more, the Taller heading back to the main part of the Empire. He wanted to believe that Spork was going to keep the promise but he knew, he knew in his squeedlyspooch that the Taller would have to go back to the Empire. Spork held their Empire in a high light and would not let it go on without his help. He knew what the Taller thought of Red and Purple.
He let his eyes close, relaxing against the other fully. He didn't want to give up anymore time but that awful dust that the wretched human had thrown at him was still wreaking havoc through his system. He nuzzled against the semi-smooth fabric, trying to keep himself awake. He wanted to cherish every moment that he could.
Spork stroked the other's back, just underneath the PAK. He could feel tense muscles lax as their owner all but slumpt against him. He tilted his head enough so that he could see dark pink eyes slipping shut. The Invader fought against the impending rest but whatever the earth substence was it was taxing his immune system. He only hoped that it didn't end up poisoning him. His eyes fell shut of their own accord and he slumped against the Taller, almost completely under.
Spork easily lifted the Invader and smiled into perfectly still antennae. Zim wrapped his arms around the other's neck and nuzzled under a pointed chin. He felt rather than saw Spork settle down on a large bed that was at the very back and bottom of his base. Its soft blankets welcomed them with a feathery embrace and Zim felt himself drifting off, completely relaxed for the first time in decades. He smiled serenely as he felt the Taller's muscles relax as well, overjoyed that the other still trusted him enough to rest in his presence. Life he thought, was going to be much better now.
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