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Chapter 62: Worth Every Hardship

****This chapter is dedicated to Inkd_and_Jabbd, Kuragari Okami, Muniyeka, Reyku Sama, Tesgura, and ABi-chan, my new reviewy-peeps of DOOM!! Feel honoured, my beloved pig-smellies!

Zim pounded at the controls frantically with his fist. “Let me in!!” he turned on Hugin and yanked him up by the collar of his labcoat. “What’s the code?! TELL ME!!” he shook him violently.

Hugin just grinned. “I don’t know it. Torture me all you like.”

Zim could feel his squeedlyspooch tighten as he threw the Vortian to the ground, despair seizing him as he watched Dib’s face turning purple from lack of oxygen. Just as he was about to try and destroy the control panel, there was a clatter of a metal tray hitting the ground, and another Vortian came running towards them.

“What’s wrong? What happened?!”

Hugin lifted his head weakly, then snarled. “Stay out of this, food-drone!”

Zim grabbed the other Vortian frantically. “Let me into the cell! He’s dying—”

“Don’t tell him anything, Lokis! I’ll have you executed!!” Hugin shouted.

One of the Irken guards growled and kicked Hugin in the face, shutting him up.

Lokis keyed in the entry code and then ran into the cell, holding Dib’s body up as Zim leapt onto the bench and used one of his spider-legs to burn through the knot in the t-shirt, freeing it from around Dib’s neck. Zim stepped down, pulling Dib away from the Vortian and kneeling on the ground with Dib in his arms, giving him a gentle shake.

“Dib…Dib, wake up…” he shook him a little harder when the human’s eyes didn’t open. There was a stinging sensation in Zim’s eyes and he shook Dib harder, his antennae quivering as desperation started to take hold of him. “DIB!! Damn you, Dib, wake UP!!” He laid his lover down on the floor, then slapped him hard across the face.

Dib’s head jerked to the side and he gasped deeply, opening his eyes, coughing and struggling weakly. “Let go of me…fucking robot…fucking little scientists…let me go…”

Zim pulled him up, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly, pale tears trailing from his scarlet eyes as he held Dib and rocked him gently, his face buried in Dib’s hair. “They won’t lay a finger on you again.” He growled, his fingers digging into Dib’s back as he breathed into Dib’s ear. “Dib, don’t do this…” Zim swallowed hard, “I’m here now. I’m taking you back to The Massive.”

Lokis knelt beside them, looking at Dib in concern, his eyes filled with remorse. “Dib…I’m so sorry…I didn’t want to lie to you, but Munin…he would’ve killed me…”

Dib scowled, shoving at Zim’s chest. “You’re all fucking liars…you put this fucking thing in my head and manipulated me…get away…”

Zim felt an awful tightness in his chest, his gaze one of confusion. “What are you talking about?” The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground on his back, one side of his face throbbing from where Dib had just punched him. He sat up, holding the side of his face and scowling at Dib angrily as blackish red blood trailed from the corner of his mouth. “What was THAT for?!?”

Dib’s eyes widened when he saw the blood trailing down his lover’s chin, blinking in bewilderment as one Irken Royal Guard pointed his weapon at him and the other helped Zim to his feet.

Zim pushed both guards aside, kneeling next to Dib and looking at him warily, his expression confused. “What in Irk is wrong with you?!”

Lokis wrung his hands as he interrupted. “He’s been…lied to…a lot. It’s mostly my fault, he was told over and over that you weren’t coming for him, that your ship hadn’t turned around…and they just sent a robot down disguised as you to try and influence his emotions, and now he doesn’t…well…”

Dib touched Zim’s cheek gently, feeling the warmth of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips and realizing his mistake. He threw his arms around Zim, holding onto him tightly. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!!” Dib’s voice was raspy, and he took a shuddery breath, then coughed again, his throat still sore. “I…I didn’t think it was really you…”

Zim glared at Lokis for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Dib, stroking his back gently and whispering to him. “You have no idea what I’ve gone through, Dib…in the past week…” Zim sighed and held him tighter. “Ask my crew. I refused to rest until I’d found you.”

“Zim…” Dib buried his face in his lover’s shoulder, his breathing finally having returned to normal, although his throat and his neck were very sore, and his whole body was shaking. “I’m so sorry…” he murmured. “All I could think of was you…every day and every night… those bastards did everything they could to convince me that you weren’t coming…they put me through hell…”

“And they will pay for it a thousand fold.” Zim growled, pulling Dib to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he turned them on Lokis. He nodded to his guards. “Restrain him.”

Lokis looked at the guards pleadingly, backing up against the wall of the cell. “Please, don’t kill me—”

Dib tensed, looking over his shoulder, then back at Zim. “Don’t hurt him, Zim…please. He helped me as much as he could.”

Zim shook his head. “He needs to be restrained, Dib. You may trust him, but I don’t.”

The guards put cuffs on Lokis and pulled him forward. “Your orders, my Tallest?” one of the guards asked.

Dib looked up at Zim, surprised. He already had the officers addressing him as Tallest?

“Don’t kill him. Bring him along and put him in a cell separate from the rest of the Vortian filth we take prisoner today. I’ll decide what to do with him later.”

*

As The Massive turned back on its course towards Irk, Dib lay on his side next to Zim in the Tallest suite and dabbed gently at the side of Zim’s face with a cloth soaked in cold gel.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you…” Dib murmured, brushing his lips over Zim’s forehead.

Zim shrugged. “Just don’t ever do it again.” He sighed, smacking the cloth out of Dib’s hand and wrapping an arm around him, kissing him deeply. When he lifted his head, he lightly touched the blackish purple bruise that encircled Dib’s neck.

Dib’s cheeks flushed and he pulled away a little, ashamed. “Zim…”

The Irken paused, then sighed. “You lied to me.”

Dib blinked at him in confusion. “I did?”

“Yes.” Zim said flatly, running his gloved fingertips over the tattoo on Dib’s chest. “Back when we were on Earth…you said this” he indicated Dib’s heart, “wouldn’t stop beating unless the mission failed.” He frowned. “And the mission hasn’t failed. So why did you try to destroy yourself?”

Although Dib was touched that Zim had remembered his words from so many months before, he felt even more ashamed at being asked for an explanation. “Zim…” he murmured, gingerly touching the bandage on his head covering the area that the Vortians had cut open to access their device, “…it got to the point where they finally convinced me that you weren’t coming. And…” he swallowed hard, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose for a long moment before letting go and putting them back on, “…without you, my existence has no purpose. And rather than live the rest of my life in that cell, without you, I opted for the only way out that I had.” Dib sighed deeply. “I know it makes me look weak. But without you there really isn’t a reason to continue existing.” Dib cringed and rolled onto his side, facing away from Zim, feeling guilty for believing his captors and not having enough faith in Zim. “I’m sorry…”

Zim moved closer, his antennae tilted forward and his expression contemplative. “You need me that badly?”

Dib winced, knowing he must look incredibly weak. “Yes.” He closed his eyes. “I love you. You mean everything to me.”

His antennae quivering, Zim leaned down and spoke softly but firmly into Dib’s ear. “I love you. You are mine, Dib. I do not let anyone take what is mine. I will always come for you.” He pulled Dib back so that he could look him in the eye, his expression growing hard and stern. “You will never, ever attempt to harm yourself again, Dib.” He spoke slowly and steadily. “Do you understand?”

Gazing into Zim’s dark red eyes, Dib was amazed by the deep emotion hidden in the depths, and the sincerity of Zim’s words rendered him helpless to do anything but answer truthfully. “Yes. I understand.”

Zim sighed in relief. “Good.” He stroked the back of Dib's head, careful to avoid the bandages, smiling a little as he gazed into Dib’s eyes.

Dib blushed, smiling and resting his head against Zim’s chest. “Thank you for rescuing me again.”

Zim smirked. “You’re welcome.” He slowly started pulling his gloves off, grinning when he saw Dib’s eyes widen a little. Tossing his gloves aside, he ran his bare palms over Dib’s chest, once more reveling in the sensual pleasure of his soft skin. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” he murmured, opening the fly on Dib’s jeans and removing them carefully with his spider-legs as he continued to run his hands over the human’s soft skin.

Dib groaned, pulling his own underwear off and kicking out of them, pressing his naked body against Zim, kissing him with passionate need.

Zim rolled on top of him, caressing Dib’s sides, kissing the dark bruises on Dib’s neck with infinite gentleness.

The tenderness of the gesture took Dib by surprise, and he moaned softly, reaching up and gently pinching the bases of Zim’s antennae, smiling when the Irken gasped and shuddered. “I missed this,” he breathed, slipping an arm around Zim’s body and running his fingers under the edge of Zim’s pak, carefully flipping the latch and setting the pak aside.

“So did I,” Zim groaned, pressing the growing stiffness in his black uniform pants against Dib’s warm body.

Dib slid his hands up under the edge of Zim’s shirt, running his palms firmly over the Irken’s bare back, taking one of Zim’s antennae into his mouth and tugging on it with a low growl.

Zim gasped, his eyes narrowing as he kicked off his boots, his long fingers digging into Dib’s back. “Yesss,” he hissed, grabbing one of Dib’s wrists, forcing the human’s hand down between their bodies and grinding against it roughly.

Taking the hint, Dib flipped the catch on Zim’s pants and slid his hand inside, stroking the smooth shaft in his hand, tugging on Zim’s antenna again, scraping it gently with his teeth.

The new sensation made Zim catch his breath, his body shuddering. “Oh…” He arched his hips into Dib’s strokes, groaning heavily. “Do that again…”

Dib smirked, starting at the base of the long, smooth black stalk, putting the slightest pressure on it with his teeth, then dragging them up along the length.

Zim’s body jerked and quivered, and he started to squirm out of his pants, longing to be inside his human again. He groaned when Dib started tugging his uniform shirt up over his head, letting go of his antenna and flicking his tongue over the tip before he pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. Zim growled, descending on Dib again, curling his serpentine tongue around one of Dib’s nipples, then sucking it hard, pleased by the way the human squeaked and arched against him, writhing and panting softly. He bit down none too gently, grabbing Dib’s shaft and stroking it firmly. When he eventually lifted his head, beads of sweat dotted his face, and he licked his lips slowly. “Dib…” he flushed, not quite sure how to ask for what he wanted.

Panting, Dib looked up at him. “What?”

The Tall Irken held his breath for a long moment, then spoke softly. “I want you to put your mouth on me again…”

Dib almost laughed when he saw the way Zim was blushing. He smiled fondly, pressing his lips against Zim’s as he rolled him onto his back, sliding down the Irken’s naked body and dragging his tongue slowly along the length of Zim’s smooth shaft. He’d almost forgotten the sweet taste of Zim’s skin in the short time he’d been in that alien hell hole…he shook off the memory, taking Zim’s shaft into his mouth and sliding down on it slowly, looking up and grinning to himself when he saw the way Zim’s antennae were trembling, a look of pure bliss scrawled on his features. He wrapped his tongue around the stiff flesh, his eyes drifting closed as he focused on pleasing his Irken lover, filled with a deep longing for him, to show Zim how much he had missed him, how much he needed him. He was almost afraid to admit it, he needed him so badly.

Zim groaned as his human sucked on him, sending streaks of pleasure through his whole body, making his squeedlyspooch ache for him. After a few minutes he was perilously close to release, and he touched Dib’s forehead, easing him up and looking into his eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling Dib into his arms and kissing him deeply, then rolling him onto his back and flicking his long fingers over the human’s nipples, pinching and tugging them, then moving down and flicking his tongue over them. He sucked and nibbled at them for a few minutes, stroking Dib’s shaft firmly as he tried to calm himself down, not wanting to be too rough when he was finally inside his lover again. Zim nipped one of the small buds sharply, then tugged it with his teeth.

Dib yelped, too deep in the pleasure Zim was giving him to notice the Irken pulling the small tube of fluid from his Pak, pouring it over his fingers, completely unaware of the preparation until a long, smooth finger slid up inside of him, making him gasp. “Zim…fuck, yes…” he arched his body, trying to be gentle as he tugged Zim’s antennae between his fingers, panting softly. He uttered a deep groan as the second finger slid up inside of him, rubbing and stroking his insides until Zim found the soft spot that sent almost painful bursts of pleasure through his whole body. Crying out sharply as Zim pressed his fingers harder against that spot, Dib threw his arms around Zim’s neck and held onto him tightly, trembling and moaning. “Please…” he bit his lip, gasping and arching again, “…please, Zim…”

The Irken contemplated Dib’s features, measuring his responses, picking up the vial of fluid he was using as lubrication and pouring a little more over Dib’s body-hole, kissing his human deeply, twining their tongues together.

Dib kissed him back just as eagerly, bucking back sharply when he realized Zim had his fist up inside of him. Dib shuddered, his nails digging into Zim’s back as he whimpered and trembled underneath him, shrieking when Zim rubbed his knuckles lightly against the soft spot inside him.

Zim’s antennae quirked, a smile creeping across his face as he watched his human’s intense responses. “Is this good?” he twisted his hand just slightly, pleased by the warmth enveloping his whole hand.

“Fuck yes—” Dib groaned, shuddering, his eyes clenched tightly closed. “Don’t stop, Zim, please, don’t fucking stop…” Dib pushed himself down onto Zim’s hand, burying his face in the Irken’s shoulder and whimpering softly.

Zim just smirked, shaking his head and pushing his hand in a little deeper, closing his eyes as Dib moaned, gasped and jerked against him. He thrust his fist slowly, in and out, working Dib up to a near frenzy before slowing down again, grinning at his impatient whines of protest. Working him up one last time, he relaxed his hand and slid it out of Dib’s body, pushing his stiff member into him instead, leaning down and hissing softly into Dib’s ear. “You are beautiful, for a human, Dib.” Zim murmured, then grabbed his hips, thrusting wildly until they were both clinging to one another, gasping and moaning loudly. Zim came first, grabbing Dib’s shaft and working him hard until the human’s pale, milky semen shot out, covering his hand and Dib’s chest and belly. He smiled and shook his head when Dib collapsed, panting rapidly, sweat trickling down his face, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet. He moaned deeply, his eyes drifting closed.

“Fuck, Zim…”

The Irken snickered, stretching out on his side next to Dib, tracing Irken runes in the copious coating of fluid on Dib’s stomach.

Dib opened his eyes, blinking dazedly up at his lover. “That was amazing.”

“I know. I could tell.” Zim smirked.

Dib blushed, coughing self-consciously, then looking up at Zim again. “You’re amazing.”

Zim quirked an antenna, the smirk widening slightly. He never thought he’d hear Dib say that. “I know.”

Chuckling, Dib shook his head. Some things about Zim would never change…which was perfect, because he liked it that way. He rolled onto his side and slipped his arms around Zim’s slender waist, sighing contentedly and nuzzling his face into Zim’s chest. After such an intense round of lovemaking, he was sound asleep within minutes.

Zim looked down at Dib’s sleeping form, smiling fondly. It had been worth every hardship to get him back.
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