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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 4
It took only two days for Spork to full realize how truly messed up Earth was. Out of the two days, one he spent trapped in the base because Zim didn't have enough paste(whatever that was) to protect him from the rain. Rain was a terrible slow burning acid to Irkens but to the natives it was necessary for life. He scowled at the foul liquid and pouted. The Invader said he would be gone two hours and it had only been one before he had started to go crazy from boredom. He watched the door intently, having nothing else to do. When he could see the other returning he dashed down to the very bottom of the base where the Invader's private room was located.
He waited patiently, perched on top of Zim's bed. He knew it would take a few minutes for the Invader to find and get to him. In those few minutes he devised exactly what he was going to do. Life with his small love had been almost awkward. Zim had changed while he himself had remained static. He wasn't as sure on how to act anymore. He was thrown off, the shorter was so independent now. He had to adjust to a new life where he had been gone for decades. It didn't help that the Invader kept expecting him to leave.... He had to prove that he wasn't going to leave. He had made up his mind and there was no force in the universe that was going to make him leave.
“What're you doing down here?” Zim asked, startlingly the other out of his wandering thoughts. He stood at the door, wondering what was going through the Taller's head. Spork had a strange look in his eyes. Golden orbs were dark and hungry, making him feel like he should bolt. Instead he sauntered into the room -it was his after all- and casually sat next to his love. He cocked his head to the side and peered at the other carefully.
Spork licked his lips and thought briefly of his plan. Zim was looking at him and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to control himself. “Waiting for you.” His voice was rough and he leaned in, brushing his lips against querying antennae. “Lay down.”
The order was short and simple, making magenta eyes widen as a delicious shiver worked its way through his body. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he lay back slowly, never letting his eyes drop from the Taller's smoldering gaze. He fidgeted slightly, not knowing what was going to happen. He was kissed suddenly, his hands taken forcefully in the other's strong grip.
Spork grinned and held the small gloved hands in place, pushing down a little. “Don't move.” His smile widened when he saw the growing hunger in the other's eyes. He let go slowly, trailing his hands down lean arms to a strong chest. Dark pink eyes were curious and he obliged them, hooking his fingers underneath the invader pink shirt and the black undershirt. Both shirts were pulled off, followed shortly by the gloves. Zim looked even more curious than before and a light blush had spread across his cheeks.
The Taller ran his tongue along his lips before letting his hands roam. He trailed his hands along a bare chest, massaging tense shoulders. Magenta eyes were looking at him oddly, clearly wondering what was going on. He smiled serenely, leaning down to kiss underneath a strong jaw. He continued with the massaging, suckling up and down the column of flesh.
Strangled moans were filling the air as Zim tried to smother back the sounds. It felt so good to have the strong hands working out all the kinks in his muscles while that hot mouth made its way up and down. His feet tried to curl into the bed but it didn't quite work with his boots on. He made a frustrated groan and arched up when the other's mouth bit down on the junction of neck and shoulder. Those wonderful hands left his shoulders, his muscles goo as they traveled down, trailing along his sides and settling on his hips.
Spork grinned against the thin neck and started to massage the narrow hips. The short one let out a low keen as one of his weak points was thoroughly attacked. The Taller grinned and trailed down, massaging and now kissing. He was almost methodical as he switched back and forth, rubbing and kissing and licking and nibbling. He ghosted his hand over a very obvious erection, deviously avoiding it.
Zim groaned as he bucked his hips up, wanting the Taller to refocus his attentions. He inched his hands down, wanting to touch back and get the other to do so much more than the already wonderful kissing and massaging. He froze when the other moved up, keeping his hands just above his shoulders. He watched through heavy eyes as Spork stole a kiss and then continued up to envelop a single black stock. The Invader panted and let his hands trail down to the Taller's pants, quickly working them open and down smooth hips. He keened as there was an almost rough nip to his delicate antenna, before he moaned loudly as it was thoroughly soothed.
Spork smirked and pulled away from the now tingling antennae. He licked his lips and took the smaller hands in his own once more, placing them back on the pillow. “Hands stay here,” He said with a lustful purr. He nipped at the exposed neck and achingly slowly trailed his hands down. He hooked his fingers on the edge of the plain black pants and all but ripped them off. Zim let out a small cry of surprise at the sudden rough action but he quickly silenced it with a kiss.
Zim moaned into the kiss, dark pink eyes flying open when his very hard member was wrapped by strong fingers. Slow firm strokes became the focus of his entire world as the other teasingly danced his fingers along the tip. Longing keens tumbled against the other's lips as long fingers wrapped around the base, stroking up and down tortuously slow. He bucked up, trying to get faster strokes. The long fingers uncurled and continued to rub the base while his other hand snuck lower.
His breathing was laboured as the fingers continued to dance lower, parting the slit ever so slightly. He rolled his hips, trying vainly to get something more. He was rewarded when a long fingers pressed deeply inside. He gasped at the feeling, his back arching and a long moan escaping him. Irk, yes! He nudged against the finger, wanting more still. The hand that had been stroking him stopped to hold his hips down and he whimpered, trying to keep thrusting his hips up. The finger moved, thrusting inside, soon joined by the second finger.
Spork grinned at him, twitching his fingers and scissoring them. He leaned down and kissed the tip of the hot length. He continued thrusting his fingers, curling his tongue around the member. The warbled cry that was his reward was all the more pleasing when it was followed by a keening plea for more. He licked up and down the sides, curling his tongue around the base and repeating the process several times before pulling away despite the protest in ensured.
Spork's breathing was heavy as he pulled his fingers out of his lover. He gazed down at the Invader, drinking in the sight like starving person. Small fingers had woven themselves into the pillow underneath a wanton face. Dark pink eyes were smoldering, pert lips parted ever so slightly as their owner tried to get back his breath. Antennae were splayed out beautifully, dipping down just past the shoulders. Narrow hips lead to smooth thighs which were parted, revealing an almost dripping member. Just a little below that lay another slit, were the Taller's fingers still rested against.
Zim bit his lip, squirming needly. He hadn't felt like this the first time. His entire body was on fire, the feathery touches a cool balm that only helped the fire burn hotter. He was so hard, he felt as if he would explode if he wasn't satisfied. He'd take care of it himself except that the other had ordered him explicitly not to move his hands.
Spork grinned, letting his hands roam once more. Light keening moans filled the air as narrow hips thrust up futilely, seeking more touch in the one place that was being steadfastly ignored. Zim mewled pleadingly, spreading his legs invitingly. Spork groaned at the sight, unable to resist any longer. He nudged between the legs, hitching them up around his waist. He carefully pressed inside, his head bowing as he slid all the way inside.
Zim arched up, grasping at broad shoulders as he was penetrated. It had been so long.... but his body still remembered that agonizing pleasure. So much, and still to much for his small body to take in. He whimpered at the ugly sting that was clawing away at his pleasure. He licked his lips, trying to relax and let his body adjust to the large member that had cleaved into him. A shaky moan escaped him as a hot mouth wrapped itself around the tips of his antennae and a hand curled around his hot length.
Light touches distracted him as his body was stretched out beyond its limits and relaxed as much as it could. Gentle movements rocked into him, causing the hand brushing along his member to tighten just slightly. Shaky moans fell from his lips as he clutched his arms around the broader shoulder's of his love. The delicious tingling wake on the tips of his antennae had turned into pleasing nips that ran up and down the rest of the black lengths.
He keened as his hands were taken and placed on the pillow once more. He gripped the pillow tightly, angling his hips up so that the Taller was sliding in deeper, picking up speed. A large hand gripped one hip tightly for balance while the other wrapped itself tightly around a straining erection. A loud cry echoed in the room as the tip of the length was mercilessly teased.
Spork moaned as he started thrusting harder, kneading at the other's hip with his one hand. He nipped at quivering antennae, the only part he could reach with their size difference, bending in their current position would be to awkward. He curled his tongue around, sucking almost roughly. His own pleasure was starting to blind him, flowering behind his eyes. He sped up, thrusting faster while the hand that had only been teasing set about pushing the Invader over the edge.
The moans and cries that were falling from Zim's lips were increasing as his entire body was rocked with the force of the thrusts. He tried to catch his breath but it was impossible. Stars swirled in his vision as everything coiled like a serpent, rising up and striking boldly. There was a particularly deep thrust that was timed just right with a stroke and a lick that finally sent him careening off the edge and into the oblivion of pleasure. His body was tense as it rode the waves washing through him, using his legs to hold the Taller in place. He bit his lips once more, dazed magenta meeting molten gold as his hips twitched sporadically, accepting every last disjointed thrust.
Spork moaned into the other's antennae, his vision fading to white as he met his peak and toppled over willingly. The last bit where Zim had tightened around him, moving spastically against him had been the final straw. His own muscles clenched and he stiffened against the Invader before pulling out carefully. He unfortunately remembered all to well what had happened last time. Fearing the worst he was overjoyed when he pulled out and the other didn't even whimper. His member slipped back into it's sheath completely blood free and he fell to the side, curling beside his beloved. He kissed the panting lips lights and sloppily before just laying there, taking in the presence of Zim.
They lay together, arms and legs entangled. Half open eyes were locked gently and small smiles touched both of their lips. They were relaxed, completely entwined with each other. Neither made a move, wanting to prolong the peace that they felt. Unfortunately the universe seemed to be rather cruel and decided that the communications line should sound. The shorter groaned and nuzzled under the taller's chin, trying vainly to ignore the call.
Zim growled in frustration, wanting to enjoy the afterglow. The Tallest would not be denied though and he sighed as he quickly dressed and dashed off to answer their call. He had dreaded them calling as it could only be one thing. They were finally calling Spork back.
He stood straight and as tall as he could, finally letting the call through. The Tallest appeared on the large screen, wide grins on their faces. Just beyond them he could see bits of their private chambers and he wondered if they really were calling for Spork. Was the Taller that important to them?
On screen the Tallest faltered, not expecting to see Zim alive let alone answering the call. They had only called because Spork hadn't answered their calls to the Shuvver and had been worried that Zim had done something. It seemed that their fears weren't unfounded for the Taller was no where in sight. They shared a look before either of them spoke.
“Ah, Zim! We weren't expecting you to answer...” Tallest Purple admitted, earning a rough nudge from his partner. The violet eyed one glared at his friend and then turned back to see a very confused Invader.
“We were hoping to get a hold of Spork. I don't suppose you've seen him?” Tallest Red asked, hoping that the Taller wasn't dead. They would never admit it but they needed the Taller badly. Throughout their reign they had been flying by the seat of their pants. They'd had no training and all the advisors that they did have were pretty much clueless.
“Ah-Spork? Taller Spork is uh, resting! Yes, resting like a log!” Zim babbled off, his eyes darting side to side as he tried to think of a way to get them to hang up. He knew that the Taller needed to go back to the Empire but he wasn't ready to let go of the other yet. Three days together after nearly seventy years apart did not equal out.
“Resting like a log?” Red looked at him skeptically and he felt like bolting to hide. He had never felt like this before in front of the Tallest. Red shot a worried glance at his co-leader, not so subtly brushing his hand against the other's.
“He can rest later, right now we need to speak with him.” Purple was almost haughty, hands on his hips as he gave the order. He had seen the worried look on his co-Tallest's face, knowing that the other was worried that the disastrous Invader was lying to cover up something horrible. He gave Red a reassuring smile and entwined their fingers briefly, trying to convey rightness.
“Yes my Tallest,” Zim said in a very subdued manner. He trailed off slowly, not wanting to obey the Tallest. He peeked in through the doorway, meeting curious burnt gold. His eyes settled on the floor and he heard the other get up. This was it. He was losing Spork again.
Spork walked out wearing only his long shirt which left little to the imagination. He didn't care that it was improper, that someone was seeing his bare legs other than Zim. He wasn't going to hide their love anymore. He wasn't going to be ashamed of what they shared because of their different places in society.
There was a slight blush on Zim's face as he watched his lover stride on out wearing only a shirt. He followed almost meekly. He licked his lips and looked up at the very surprised faces of the Tallest. They looked uncomfortable suddenly and refused to look at the poorly dressed Taller. Zim sighed before sidling up beside his love and standing there casually.
“Er, Spork...” Red started, trying to think of something constructive to say. He was thankfully cut off.
“Why aren't you wearing pants?!” Purple cut in, his eyes slightly wide as he partially hid behind his co-leader. Violet eyes were darting everywhere but the barely dressed Irken in front of them. There was a very faint tinge of blue on his cheeks and Red cleared his throat and tried to act professionally but it was rather hard when someone was only wearing a shirt. A long shirt mind you but only a shirt none the less.
“I was busy with personal matters.” Spork glanced down at the Invader beside him and held in a cringe. The other looked like he was about to lose his whole world. He lay his hand on the shorter's shoulders, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. The Taller pressed back the urge to just cut the call off and ignore the Tallest for the rest of their lives. It wouldn't work anyway but it didn't stop the idea from being mighty tempting.
“Waitaminute! You and, and Zim?! That's just wrong!” Purple couldn't help blurt out. His violet eyes were wide as he stared blatantly. He couldn't help it though, it was flat out weird to even think about someone so short and someone so tall together. At least he and Red made sense....
“Purple!” Red snapped his friend a sharp look that coupled with an elbow to the chest made the other look at least sheepish for his outburst. They focused on the Taller and Invader and pushed the thought of it away. They would deal with that later. Love wasn't forbidden to Irkens as so many other species seemed to think, they just knew that it lead to many problems like the one in front of them. Love made a person irrational which interfered with the priorities of the Empire. The whole before a piece. That was how it worked.
“Tallest Purple is correct. Zim and I are together.” Spork wasn't going to deny anything. He was sick and tired of having to hide it because it was frowned upon. He would stand tall for his lover and fight against what the Tallest would undoubtedly want from them. He would not give up and leave.
“Well you're going to have to split up. Zim needs to stay on Earth and you need to come back to the Empire as Taller.” Red stayed rational, they couldn't afford to loose the Taller. They needed him to badly and they had a feeling that the slightly shorter Spork didn't know just how much the Empire had suffered since his supposed death. They had indulged the Taller, hoping that he would get rid of their menace on Earth. Instead their plan backfired spectacularly.
“No! I will not leave and I don't care about what you want. The Empire has fallen far and I will not be a part of it.” Spork was fuming mad. How dare they even think to try? He could feel Zim shaking beneath his fingers which only made him angrier. They were upsetting Zim.
“What did you just say?” Red's eyes were narrowed and he could feel his lip twitching despite his efforts. He would not snarl. He wouldn't. He could feel Purple tense behind him and glared at the Taller's dismal actions.
“My Tallest please! Taller Spork doesn't know what he's talking about!” Zim shouted out, his magenta eyes clear and pleading. He had seen the look on the Tallest's faces. He wouldn't let Spork drag himself down because of their relationship. He wouldn't stand by and let the Taller hurt himself like that.
“I know exactly what I'm talking about. We'll be in touch when Earth is conquered.” Spork turned to the open channel and sneered at the faces of the Tallest. They had forsaken Zim on this horrible place and left the small Invader to die. It went against everything that the Empire stood for and it sicked him. He would be no part of it. He cut the connection with a cold smile and turned to look at the shell-shocked look on his small lover's face. "I promised that I wasn't going to leave. I meant it."
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