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***Invader Zim, and all related characters, names, etc., are copyright Jhonen Vasquez.
I write for entertainment only, and do not make a profit from his work.
Jake is an original character. The Spaacktians are original.***
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Chapter 4: Kinlin
Very few Spaacktians were awake at this hour, so Zim wasn’t too skittish when Kinlin led him into a small restaurant. Kinlin was almost carrying the Irken with the way Zim had to lean against him. The Spaacktian didn’t mind much, as he was lost in his own thoughts. After seeing Zim’s confusion at the way the Earthlings were sharing affection, Kinlin was seething. How could his own coworker see it fit to distort this Irken’s sense of intimacy? How many others of his race had done the same? He scolded himself; hadn’t he had countless opportunities to aid Zim? Until just hours ago, he hadn’t given Zim a second glance. Remembering the way Notam had entered the room made Kinlin bow his head in shame. Rather than be upset at Zim’s treatment, Kinlin was madder about being distracted from Linna. Shifting his eyes, he looked down at Zim sadly. How many times had he been raped here? Clenching his fist, Kinlin promised aloud, “Never again.”
Zim had yet to speak since they had left that room, having retreated into himself save for his effort to keep walking. His reaction to Kinlin suddenly breaking their silence was a blink, but that could have been involuntary.
“It’s about time I found you.”
Zim tensed against Kinlin at the sound of Notam’s voice and heavy footfalls. Kinlin cautiously wrapped an arm around him, and protectively pulled him closer. He refused to reply to the bastard.
“I thought you’d still be in the screen room. Whatcha doin’ now?” He looked down at Zim, expression unreadable, “I can feed him.”
As he stepped closer, Kinlin’s arm shot out to snatch the bottle of Red Star. Victorious, Kinlin handed the frosted bottle to Zim. “No, it’s alright. In fact, you should retire for the night; it’s late.” Before Notam had a chance to respond, Kinlin scooped up Zim and walked over to a distant booth.
Startled, Zim clung to Kinlin’s uniform with his free hand, blinking rapidly. He stared, mesmerized, at the strange bones protruding from Kinlin’s forearms. He had seen some like them before, but only on one other Spaacktian, and in comparison, Kinlin’s were about as sharp as an eraser. Remembering just how deep they could cut, Zim whimpered and hid his face.
Notam called after him, “You shouldn’t get too close to the runt – you’d be making a few enemies. And stop wasting our Red Star.” He stomped off.
After being seated, Zim stared down at the bottle in his hands in silence. Kinlin shifted in his seat across from him, glaring at Notam’s retreating form. When the big Spaacktian was out of sight, Kinlin turned his attention to the quiet Irken. “Make sure the seal is unbroken.” ‘I wouldn’t put it past that giant freak to taint Red Star.’ style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Hmm… Actually, let me have the first taste.”
“What is it?” Zim asked as he handed the bottle over.
Kinlin smiled when Zim finally spoke. He motioned for a server to bring glasses, then worked on getting the bottle’s cap off. “It’s a medical drink. We usually use it in smaller containers during wartime, but there are some of us who hate visits to the infirmary, so this stuff is great. It can do just about anything except revive the dead.” He smiled, “We’re working on that, though. There’s a lot of controversy, but… Well, that doesn’t concern us much.” Kinlin set the cap aside when it was finally off, and he looked to the ceiling thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s ever been tested on Irkens… The way our races are fighting, I bet you’ll be the only one to taste it for a long time.” He looked to the server and thanked him as two glasses were set neatly on the table.
“Hmm.” Zim’s gaze fell back to Kinlin’s forearms. “And…those? Are they for…wartime, too?”
He set a glass before Zim and followed his stare to his arms. “…Yeah. They’re external bones. It was actually a birth abnormality, but my race is trying to make the gene that causes it a dominant one. Mine are fully developed; I have three blades at the base of my neck, and my forearms and shins are protected, too.” Kinlin’s brow furrowed, “I don’t like the thought of being…such a deadly thing to touch…so I’ve made an effort to keep them dull. I’m never sent out to battlefields, anyway…”
Zim nodded. ‘Maybe he’s not like the others…’ Satisfied with the answer, he took time to look at the beautiful woven design etched into the glass. He reached up to run his fingers over it.
“It’s breath-taking, isn’t it?” Kinlin poured some Red Star into his own glass before pouring a small amount in Zim’s. “That’s Linna’s work. She’s so talented…” He set down the bottle and grinned sheepishly, “I hope she’s not gonna be mad at me for taking so long.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Hey, none of that,” Kinlin said, lifting his hand lazily to silence Zim. “Now, lemme try this first, alright?” Kinlin lifted the glass to his lips and took a drink. After a few seconds, his breathing slowed noticeably. “It’s perfect.” He smiled, “Go ahead. Just a small sip, though. I’m not sure how it’ll affect you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Kinlin blushed and tried to hide his face by taking another drink.
Kinlin’s blush confused Zim. He took a shaky breath. Kinlin had been kind so far, but could he really be trusted? ‘He hasn’t…done anything yet, and he’s had more chances to than the others…’ As Zim thought, his antennae twitched and he winced. If this drink really was for medical purposes, well, it wouldn’t be bad to numb his aching body. He lifted the delicate glass, staring at Kinlin’s soft smile. He dipped his thin tongue into the drink, and when he wasn’t burned, tilted the glass to swallow some of the red liquid. Zim blinked a few times, and set his glass down.
“So? Does it feel good?”
“I don’t feel anything.”
Kinlin pouted. “Oh… Well, let’s get you something to eat before anything else.”
Just as the Spaacktian stood to gain the attention of the server, Zim felt a rush of warmth through his tired body. He purred contentedly, slumping against the table.
Server forgotten, Kinlin was instantly at Zim’s side. “Hey, are you okay?” He reached to touch Zim but was worried about hurting him.
Zim grinned, eyes closed. He pawed weakly for the glass as he continued to purr.
Kinlin watched as the bruises around Zim’s neck started to dull, and the dark rings under the Irken’s eyes faded slightly. “Great! So it works!” He noticed Zim’s lethargic attempts to get his glass again and Kinlin quickly poured a little more before handing it over.
The glass nearly fell out of Zim’s grasp, and his purring stopped as he concentrated.
Laughing, Kinlin sat down next to Zim. “Here,” he set the glass aside as he pulled Zim into his lap. He shifted so that his back was pressed against the wall and his legs were up on the bench. When the smiling Irken was in a reclined position, Kinlin held the glass to Zim’s lips.
Zim ignored the offered glass and turned his head too look up at Kinlin. He tightly shut his eyes, antennae lowered. ‘He’s just being helpful, that’s all…’
Kinlin suddenly realized what Zim must have been thinking. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s not… I…” He blushed deeply and started to slide out from under Zim.
Deciding Kinlin had good intentions, and that everything was going to be okay, Zim slowly settled against the Spaacktian and tipped the glass to his lips again. He resumed his purring as the warm feeling returned.
Willing his blush away, Kinlin relaxed under Zim again. ‘He’s so cute when he makes that sound…’ Kinlin closed his eyes and simply listened to Zim enjoying himself for a moment. He then signaled the server over and ordered two sampler plates. The server silently took in the two’s sitting position, and watched as Zim drank more of the Red Star, eyes closed. Kinlin felt his blush return as a blush appeared on the server’s face. The server looked to Kinlin, coughed, and smiled before saying, “Your order will be out shortly.”
Kinlin could only nod, throat tight in embarrassment. As the server walked away, Kinlin put a hand to his head, covering his eyes. When Zim stirred, Kinlin reached for the bottle to fill up the glass, but gasped when Zim’s arms were suddenly around him.
“Thank you.”
“Um…you’re welcome.”
Zim buried his face in Kinlin’s chest and sighed. He asked in a small voice, “Why… Why are you helping me?”
Kinlin set down the glass and draped an arm over Zim’s back, the other running lovingly over the Irken’s antennae. “Because you deserve it.”
He didn’t respond, but purred quietly as his sensitive antennae were stroked.
“Hey…”
Zim looked up at Kinlin.
“Who has,” Kinlin averted his gaze, “violated you?” He winced at how insensitive the questioned sounded.
His antennae lowered and he swallowed hard. “…I don’t know their names…but there’s four.”
“I only wish to know so as protect you from them,” Kinlin said quickly. He felt Zim relax and he felt less bad about bringing the topic up. ‘Damn. It would have been easier if I knew who they were…’ He sighed. There had to be some way to further help Zim. ‘Maybe I’ll take him with me when I go to see Linna…’ “I think—”
Zim tightened his grip around Kinlin and his eyes widened when he heard a certain Spaacktian step into the restaurant.
“Dwint? He’s one of them?” He clenched his teeth, “How could I go so wrong in training someone?” Growling, Kinlin shoved the sleeves on his uniform as far up his arm as they would go, and lifted Zim’s shirt slightly so that skin touched skin when he crossed his arms over Zim. Kinlin turned his arms away slightly to avoid injuring the Irken with his blades. “Just relax, okay? You have to relax.” He concentrated, watching hatefully as Dwint scanned the restaurant. When Kinlin looked back down at Zim, all he saw was his own chest and crossed arms. He could feel the rapid beat of Zim’s heart and uneven breath, however, and frowned. “It’s harder for me to keep you transparent if you’re not relaxed,” he whispered. He lifted one arm and stroked at the Irken’s antennae again in hopes of calming him. “I won’t let him touch you.”
‘Transparent?’ Confused, Zim opened his eyes. He made a small noise when he noticed his arm was missing. He lifted it to his face quickly, and although he could feel his fingers cupped over his eye, he could still see the table ahead of him.
“Shh… He’s coming.”
Kinlin crossed his arms loosely over Zim again, lowering his eyelids to seem sleepy. He hoped it would explain the strange position he was in. When Dwint sat down uninvited, Kinlin had to resist the strong urge to hoist himself over the table and punch his subordinate in the face.
“Sir, if you’re so tired, why aren’t you in your quarters?” Dwint asked, expression uncaring.
Kinlin quickly shifted to hide Zim’s anxious movement. “Yeah, y’know, I’m thinkin’ about retiring now.”
“Good idea. Before you go…” Dwint looked outside the booth, and cleared his throat. “You were scheduled for a monitor room session with a subject under trade contract, and…”
Yawning exaggeratedly, solely to shut Dwint out of his vision for a moment, Kinlin said, “Hey, I’ll talk to you later, alright? I need to get some rest.”
Dwint smiled nervously. “Sure, sure.” He stood and bowed his head slightly before leaving, glancing back only once after he left the restaurant’s doors.
Exhausted, Kinlin released Zim. He stretched his arms before scratching at the numbed areas that had been touching the worried Irken. He let out a genuine yawn.
“That… That was amazing!” Zim beamed, pushing lightly on Kinlin’s chest to look him in the eyes.
Kinlin laughed, a light blush to his cheeks at Zim’s closeness. “Yeah? Only a few of us train long enough to perfect it.” He guided Zim out of the booth before getting out himself. When he saw Zim’s confused expression, he said, “We’re not going to stay here.” They met the server half way, and paid immediately. “I’ll return the plates as soon as I can.”
Nodding, the server quickly returned to work.
Zim followed closely behind Kinlin as they left the restaurant, afraid of running into ‘Dwint.’ He failed to notice when Kinlin stopped walking and ran, literally, into him. Zim gasped.
“Ah!” Kinlin stumbled forward, trying desperately to keep the plates upright. He glanced over his shoulder, “Hey, you gotta pay attention!” He laughed and nodded toward the door they stood in front of. “Mind getting that?”
The Irken quickly stepped forward and tapped the door’s panel. The door glided smoothly on its tracks, and Kinlin stepped inside. Once they passed the door’s frame, the room lit up dimly.
“Thanks. Sorry about the mess. Just make yourself comfortable while I call Linna.” He handed the plates to Zim and hurried to a desk set near the wall. As he sat down and switched on the communicator he called over his shoulder, “Go ahead and move anything you have to. If there’s not enough light, let me know.”
Standing idle, Zim looked around what he assumed was Kinlin’s room. There was a giant bed, the desk Kinlin was currently seated at, a giant screen embedded in a wall with two couches and a table arced before it, and a door that led to a towel-littered bathroom. Various tech items lay on the floor, most of which looked delicate but uncared for. Zim carefully stepped around the objects and sat on one of the couches. After he set the plates down, he stretched out on the couch, pleased by the way his muscles finally allowed the actions he desired.
“Hey, Linna. I think I’m gonna have to call off again.”
Zim’s antenna stood straight as he listened.
“But Kinlin! This is the third time!”
“I know, I’m sorry. Tomorrow…?”
Linna laughed. “Okay. I’ll figure out my work hours, and I’ll let you know. But you better not cancel! I can’t keep extending my lunch hours like this.”
“Great! Thanks so much, Linna. I’ll definitely be there!”
The connection closed with a beep, and Zim heard Kinlin get up. He sat up and opened his mouth to apologize when the Spaacktian came into view, but Kinlin must have expected it, because Zim suddenly found his mouth full with one of the deep-fried foods from the plates.
“Try that one first – it’s a type of imported fish. You don’t mind fish, do you?” He smiled as Zim’s eyes narrowed in frustration. “Don’t worry about Linna, she’s pretty easy-going.” He sat down next to Zim, setting a plate in the Irken’s lap. “And as for me, I’d rather be here with you than with anyone else.” Kinlin laughed embarrassedly. ‘Did I just say that?’ He bit his lip, “Anyhow, I know I left the control for the satellite somewhere around here…” He stuck his arm in between the couch cushions in search of it.
Zim was too busy devouring the meal to reply. Kinlin found the remote and turned on the screen. He flipped through a few stations before stopping on a strange show concerning a young Spaacktian trapped in a time warp.
Laughing, Kinlin said, “This show is so crazy. No matter what the he does, Yilp’s attempts to get back to his own time are always ruined by some stupid—”
Kinlin’s words died as Zim unexpectedly sat himself in the Spaacktian’s lap. He tried to think of something to say but was distracted by the Irken’s thin tongue running between the dull blades at the beginning of his spine. He moaned quietly.
“Wait… What are you doing?” He tried to push Zim away, but was weakened by the pleasure he felt. It wasn’t unnatural for two Spaacktian’s of the same sex to mate, but Zim wasn’t Spaacktian, and after knowing what the Irken had been through made Kinlin feel horrible for being aroused.
“Thanking you.”
“No, that’s not how…intimacy…works. Well, sometimes… Maybe. I dunno…”
Zim laughed quietly before gently biting on the sensitive skin surrounding the blades.
“Nngh…” Kinlin shuddered and bowed his head forward, reaching up to hold Zim’s in place. Panting softly he shook his head, “Wait, Zim. Do you even want this?”
The attention to the Spaacktian’s neck stopped, and Kinlin fought the urge to make any noise to give away his disappointment. “You’re the only one who makes me want it, yes.” Zim leaned back to smile at his desired mate.
Kinlin blinked. “R-really? Zim, I don’t want you to feel like you have—”
Zim brushed his lips over Kinlin’s lightly. “At first I was scared. I thought you were like the others. But now I know – you at least care for me.”
The Spaacktian smiled gently, reaching up to Zim’s face. “It’s more than that, Zim. I like you.” He blushed, and admitted, “I think you’re cute.” He kissed Zim deeply, teasing the Irken’s lips with his tongue. He pulled away slowly, looking into Zim’s glazed eyes. “But I don’t want to force you into this. I want to make sure you’re sure. Let’s wait a little while, okay?”
Zim nodded dumbly, nuzzling the hand against his face. “Wait? What? No, I’m know I’m sure.”
Kinlin laughed and brought Zim into a hug, whispering, “No, let’s wait. It’s late now…or early… Let’s go to bed.”
Moaning quietly as Kinlin’s breath drifted over his overly sensitive antennae, he nodded again; this time comprehending. He allowed himself to be carried to the bed.
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Hmm. I think that was a pretty good chapter. Thank you for all the reviews!
gundam06serenity: I’ll work on the chapter length, I promise. And about the updates… -Laughs nervously- I usually write the majority of the chapter at work, and finish when I get home after errands and hanging out with friends. (I’m posting this one at 2:30 a.m.) So I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to keep up the speed…but I’ll try! Maybe every other day? Every third at the least?
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Krimzon: I’m so glad I didn’t lose you as a reader. Thanks for the faith! I’ll work on some sort of chapter outline. I’m sure my next story won’t be so trial-and-error.
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