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Soldier of Fortune	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 5451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Torment

*****this chapter is dedicated to Melliza, my new reviewy-peep of DOOM!

Zim woke the next day, curling into a ball and shuddering. His eyes seemed to be functioning properly now, but he was in so much pain that he was beginning to look forward to the execution.

About half an hour later Tak walked into the cell, her expression weary. She was exhausted from working on Zim’s pak throughout the night. When she saw that Zim was awake, she nodded. “How are you?”

Zim’s antennae flattened against his skull and he backed up a little on the bed. “Why are you even bothering to ask?”

Tak frowned. “I told you not to question me, Zim.”

The male Irken turned so that his shattered hip was not exposed. “I am in pain. My wounds are not mending properly. I don’t expect you to care, of course.”

“I need your help.” Tak sighed.

Zim blinked at her, then scowled. “With what?”

She clenched her fists. “You’re going to help me repair my base. All of the systems are completely offline, so the base cannot repair itself now.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I can’t. How can I be of any use to you if I can’t walk and I can only use one arm?” He snapped.

Tak sighed wearily. “That will be remedied soon…I am repairing your Pak.”

Zim snorted. “I suppose you wish for me to thank you? I will not. You have crippled me for life, however long that may be.” He scowled, turning away from her entirely. “You and that Dib-beast have taken everything from me, even my chance to die with dignity.” He ran his hand over his wounded shoulder, frowning in confusion when he felt the bandage there. Zim turned, looking at Tak, his eyes narrowed. “Did you do this?”

“Yes.”

He scowled. “You needn’t bother.”

“I know that.” She snapped, and then shook her head. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all. What would the Tallests think when the execution was delayed by weeks? Worse, what would they think when they found out that the reason for the delay was because she had allowed her base to be infiltrated by the enemy? They would never promote her. Her fate was beginning to look as bleak as Zim’s…

Zim glared at her, watching as she turned away. “I thought you were intelligent, Tak. You came down here and honestly expected me to leap at your request? Ha! Perhaps you aren’t intelligent at all.”

Tak’s fists clenched and she turned, stomping back over to the bed and slapping Zim hard across the face. “How dare you insult me, you…you stupid drone! I have slaved for this mission, and AGAIN you have gotten in my way!! The Tallest will never promote me, and it’s YOUR fault! If YOU hadn’t been stupid enough to get captured by that human, I could have executed you and been a member of the fleet by now!”

“ME?” He rubbed his sore cheek, scowling at her. “STUPID?? I tried to warn you, you wretched female dirt-thing! I tried to warn you and you refused to listen, because you were so absorbed by your little mission to kill me!”

Tak’s fists were shaking and she raised one, intending to hit him, but she couldn’t…he was right. She should have listened. It would have been no harm to send Nara up to check, and it might have saved all of this trouble…she could have completed her mission. She clenched her teeth, raising her fist again. “You…you…” a tear ran down her cheek and she lowered her fist and buried her face in her hands. “I hate you…” She hissed, turning away. “How could you make me a failure again? When you know how it feels?” For the first time in her life, out of sheer frustration and anger, she began to cry.

Zim’s eyes widened, and he blinked at her. He didn’t know a proud female like Tak was capable of crying, but then again, under enough stress, pain or suffering, even the proudest Invader could break. Why did her crying make him feel bad? He clenched his teeth, then shifted to the edge of the bed, reaching out with his good arm. Fortunately she was close enough to the bed that he could reach her without standing, which he was incapable of doing at this point anyway. Pulling her back, he wrapped his arms around her gently, uttering a heavy sigh. “I will try to help you.”

“It’s no use…” she moaned. “When the Tallests find out the reason for the delay in the execution, they will refuse to promote me anyway. Everything I’ve worked my whole life is ruined…I’ll never become an Invader now…”

That made Zim feel worse. He looked up at her, frowning a little. “Could…could you not tell them that you had a defective Artificial Intelligence Brain for the base? Is there no excuse you could give them that they would believe?”

Tak shook her head miserably. “No…Tallest Red is too smart…and besides, they wouldn’t care.”

Zim quirked an antenna, his eyes narrowing slightly. “How would you know?”

“I just…know.” She sighed, shaking her head again. “I may as well just stay here with you now, because I’ll never be anything other than a pitiful failure.”

Zim flinched. “That hurts me.”

“I don’t care, because it’s the truth.” She snapped, trying to pull away from him.

Zim growled, pulling her close. “If you are to stay here with me, then I will do my best to make it worth your while.”

Tak scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes widened when Zim yanked her down onto the bed and kissed her, one of his bare hands caressing her antennae and making her gasp. His good arm wrapped around her waist, and she caught another hint of that scent released from his antennae, only it was much stronger this time. And when she shoved him back, she saw the look in his eyes that she’d seen in Red’s… “Let go of me-” she growled.

Zim held her wrists firmly, then released one so that he could pull one of her gloves off. He kissed her bare hand, his antennae lowering and stiffening in an age-old step of a mating dance long forgotten by their race.

Tak clenched her teeth as his soft lips ran over her skin. She didn’t want this…even as her antennae started to tingle and her squeedlyspooch tightened and fluttered, she didn’t want him…what he was doing…no matter how good it felt…

He slid Tak’s sleeve up and stroked her bare arm, running his tongue over her fingertips and sucking one finger into his mouth, stroking it gently with his lips and tongue.

Tak put her free hand over her mouth when a moan slipped out, her cheeks flushing.

Zim met her eyes, letting her finger slide from his mouth and then grinning up at her. “Will you lie with me, Tak?”

She clenched her teeth, trying to pull away. “I don’t have time.”

“I didn’t ask if you had time,” he purred.

Tak finally wrenched free of his grip, hissing softly. “Don’t distract me, Zim. This…it isn’t getting you out of anything. Your death sentence still stands. I am going to destroy you.” She stomped out of Zim’s cell, her mind and body clamouring with confusion and desire. Strong desire…

*

Two nights later, Tak stepped into Zim’s cell, watching the glow of the small orb-lamp above Zim’s bed dancing as he slept. His shoulder had finally healed, but the mark was still visible. The sheets were tangled at his feet, and he was lying on his stomach, the burns on his back from when the pak had malfunctioned still black on his smooth green skin. Tak approached carefully with the Pak, biting her lip as she searched for his connectors beneath the charred flesh, trying not to wake him. When she found the two small metal bars, she lowered the pak towards them, nodding when the bars extended and the pak attached itself to Zim’s body. There was a loud click, and Zim bolted upright, blinking at her.

“Where have you been?” He gasped, wincing as the pak started to activate his systems, his wounds itching as the pak began to initiate the rapid healing processes in his body.

Tak blinked at him. “I have been busy repairing your pak and fixing my SIR unit.”

Zim sighed, taking her hands and holding them tightly. “I thought you’d been hurt…or something.”

Tak shook her head. “No. Not that it would have mattered.” She yanked her hands away. “I have work to do, and since you refuse to help me, I must do it alone.” She turned and walked towards the door.

Able to use his spider legs to carry himself now, Zim climbed off of the bed, rushing over and grabbing her, pulling her slim frame into his arms and gazing down into her eyes.

Tak frowned, pushing at him. “Let go of me, Zim. Nothing has changed—”

“Thank you.” He murmured, releasing her. “I know I said I wouldn’t say it, but…” he sighed, then met her eyes, smiling faintly.

Tak blinked at him, that quivery feeling running through her insides all over again. He had let go of her, yes, but the way he gazed down at her was completely mesmerizing.

Zim reached out and touched her cheek, running his fingertips along the smooth skin. “I…I’m going to help you repair your base. I may as well, since you’re going to kill me either way.” He moved a little closer to her, looking into her eyes, then leaning down and brushing his lips over her cheek.

Tak felt a nervous tingle run through her, but it wasn’t a bad kind of nervousness. More like…anticipation. She stepped back, looking up into Zim’s eyes. “Why do you keep trying to…” she blushed, not knowing how to say it. Mating wasn’t exactly a subject that Irkens batted around.

Zim smiled faintly. “I’m not sure. You’re the first I’ve ever been attracted to. How ironic that I would develop an attraction for the one sent to destroy me. I really must be defective.” He trailed his fingertips over her other cheek.

She shivered at his touch, angered that she did not want to push him away. “And what is it that attracts you to me?”

Zim quirked an antenna. “Well…” He smiled. “I am attracted to your beauty…but more than that…”

Tak eyed him warily. “Go on.”

“Your strength…and your temper.”

Tak quirked her antennae quizzically. “My temper?”

Zim grinned. “Yes. Your fiery temper is quite attractive. It makes me wonder what it would be like to lie with you.”

She blushed, then shook her head, scowling again. “I have no desire to carry.”

Zim smirked. “Then don’t.” He reached out and took her hand, pulling her close. “Let me please you.”

Tak frowned in confusion. “Please me?”

“Yes.” Zim pulled her over to the bed and laid her down, resting her on the pillows so that she was on her back but her pak wasn’t making the angle uncomfortable. He kissed her deeply, running his bare fingers over her antennae, gently squeezing the sensitive tips, rolling them between the tips of his fingers, delighted by her gasps of pleasure and the way that she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly. Leaning forward a little more, he took one of the tips of her antennae between his lips, gently sucking on it, almost snickering at her loud moan, aroused by the way her body trembled against his. When he lifted his head, his eyes were dark, although they still shone. “Are you pleased?” He murmured softly, his antennae stiff.

“Yes…” she breathed, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Good…will you let me undress you?”

Tak stiffened and scowled at him, her eyes narrowing. “That’s not a privilege you deserve.”

Zim sighed, shaking his head. He lowered himself onto his good side, resting beside her and continuing to suck on her antennae, encouraged by her gasps and sighs of pleasure. But he wanted to taste other parts of her…he sighed, then grinned suddenly. Perhaps he could persuade her. He slithered down between her legs and began to nuzzle her stomach, nudging the edge of her uniform shirt up just slightly, enough to bare a little of her soft green skin. Zim groaned softly, darting his tongue out to taste it, his muscles tensing at the dark, cool scent of Tak’s body.

Tak gasped, her fists clenching as she watched Zim trail his warm tongue over her bared skin.

Zim groaned again, exaggerating the sound a little to make it sound as if he were in torment, then lowered his head, nuzzling his face up between her legs. His eyes drifted closed as he dragged his tongue over the fabric between her legs, and he uttered a more genuine groan as he caught the faintest scent of her sex.

Tak gasped again, moaning softly. Her hips lifted instinctively and she frowned, going still again.

Zim lifted his head, licking his lips slowly. “Would you at least let me take your gloves off?”

Tak clenched her teeth. “I don’t want this.”

Zim blinked at her, then sat back and gestured to the door. “I can’t stop you from leaving, Tak.”

She climbed off of the bed and walked to the door. “I will return to check on your pak and how it is functioning later.” Her insides were still quivering and tingling as she left Zim’s cell.

Zim sighed and shook his head, lying down on his stomach and closing his eyes. How long would she continue to resist him?

Tak went to her own quarters, panting softly, darting over to her bed and removing her uniform, pulling her gloves off and tossing them aside. She needed relief…she couldn’t take it… how could Zim be capable of doing this to her? Tak uttered a soft moan as she slid a finger into the moist warm slit between her legs, thrusting it deeply, her antennae quivering as she tilted her hips forward. She tried to think of Red while she was doing it, but all she could see now was Zim. Curse him! And as much as she hated him, loathed and despised him, it was his face in her mind when she released with a loud cry, her fingers slicked with her own fluids. She collapsed onto her stomach on the bed, moaning in torment. How could her mission go so wrong? How could Zim do this to her? Why was her body betraying her like this? Around Red, it was understandable…she had lain with him a few times before she had finally departed on her mission to destroy Zim. And now…now her base was crippled, her SIR unit was in the middle of being repaired, and her mission was on hold until she could fix everything...but worst of all, Zim was getting under her skin.

*

Zim gingerly touched his hip. It had been a few hours since Tak had placed his repaired pak on him, and everything seemed to have healed properly, except for his shattered hip. He sighed, rising to his feet and trying to walk without the aid of his spider-legs, gasping in agony and stumbling back over to the bed. He was going to be crippled for the rest of his days…what better reason to help Tak get the base back online so she could end his existence? Zim sat at the edge of the bed, his antennae drooping sadly as he uttered a heavy sigh and buried his face in his hands. No longer a proud and independent Invader, he was a failure, a prisoner, and worst of all, a cripple.

Tak stepped into Zim’s cell, frowning when she saw him with his face hidden in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

Zim lifted his head slowly, looking at her for a moment before lowering his head again and uttering a heavy sigh.

When Zim didn’t answer, Tak approached him carefully, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “Zim?”

He flinched at her touch, pulling away from her. “Don’t touch me.”

Tak blinked at him, then scowled. “A few hours ago you wouldn’t keep your hands off of me, and now you won’t let me touch you?”

Zim turned on her angrily. “That’s different!” He clenched his teeth and turned away. He was silent for a few minutes, then spoke softly. “My pak won’t repair my hip. I’m never going to be able to walk properly again.”

Tak couldn’t push away the twinge of guilt that tugged at her inside, and she sighed softly. “Zim…”

He looked over his shoulder at her, depression showing in his dark red eyes.

Tak shook her head and wrapped her arms around him.

Zim tensed in surprise, then relaxed, sighing heavily and wrapping his arms around her too. “I will help you repair your base, Tak.”

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I can't say how much I appreciate everyone reviewing this story...I know it's an odd pairing, trust me, I never saw myself writing these two in a het fic. Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.

To Melliza: Welcome to my reviewy-peeps, it's so wonderful to have new input into my writing. And it's one of the best compliments I can get when someone is reading my story even though it's a pairing they hate or if they prefer yaoi over het. Thank you for your amazing review...it makes me feel so good to know that you put so much thought into it. As for my tattoo, it's on my left shoulderblade. I'm gonna need to go and get it touched up soon, though. And in regards to writing as a full-time career, I've done two years of university majoring in English already, but I'm not in school right now. I'm going to go back, but for now I'm trying to save up to get a car and pay rent and all that wonderful stuff. But one of the reasons I haven't been updating as frequently on aff.net is because I'm starting to get more and more distracted by the novel I'm going to write. Once I figure out how the hell I'm going to start it and then spit out a first chapter, I'll probably put it up on my site so everyone can see. Thanks ever so much for reviewing *lurve*
To Krimzon: "It's been nice working with you, GIR. Now self-destruct." "FINALLY!!!!!!" Heh, yeah, I'll bet GIR enjoyed being destroyed. Thank you for giving my story a shot and also for reviewing, and I'm so totally excited and waiting for your next update on Conquest!!!!
To Yaoifanboy: *GASP* Thanks for reviewing *lurve* I don't know if it's better than Vindication...perhaps it is, but it doesn't seem to be as popular. Maybe more people want yaoi than het. Ah well. AND OMG I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING TO YOUR REVIEW ON VINDICATION!!! I don't know how the heck that happened, I must have skipped it by accident. As for the battle scene being short, I guess I should have made it longer...but oh well...hindsight is 20/20, as they say...again, I'm sooooo sorry! *pets* The next chap of Vindication is yours. *extra lurve*
To Tamago: Thanks! And thanks for reading and reviewing. I appreciate the feedback, especially since this story doesn't seem to be getting as much attention as Vindication.
To Kathy: Thanks for reviewing!
To Levi: *salutes* Thank you, soldier. And as I've mentioned to someone before, I try to be as multi-dimensional in my writing as I can. It's strange, because I usually don't write het fic, but for some reason this idea just wouldn't leave my head, and I had to write this fic. *shrugs* Thanks for reviewing, I appreciate the feedback more than I can say.
To "Tallest" GothycCoalChambr: heh, yes, my Tallest. I'm not too certain why it's not getting many reviews either. I think you're right about more people wanting yaoi, which is a bit of a shame, because I'm putting as much work into this story as I am into Vindication. *shrugs* ah well, to each their own, right? *LURVE* Thank you for reviewing.
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