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The files seemed to belong to a personal journal of Membrane's. Notes, doodles of schematics, and other random items littered the neat margins. The first thing that Dib gleaned from the short entries was that he did not have a mother.

He was a clone of Membrane.
"The Delta Child, christened 'Dib' by our night team, has survived ten days. To allay any government suspicion, I have formally adopted him as my son. When I stated that I took him from an unwed mother who wished to give him up for adoption, the official gave me surprisingly little trouble. He is healthy and alert. We now have conclusive proof that life can be created and sustained with the same type of genetic material we collected from the Genesis Pond. Once he successfully passes all of the major developmental milestones, we can begin the next phase of our research."
The Genesis Pond was some body of water deep in Africa that Membrane believed to be the origin of all human life on Earth. The genetic material he found dispersed through this remote locale served as the "missing link" between humans and their ancestors. To test his hypothesis, Membrane wanted to create a human being in similar conditions to what they believed existed in the dawn of time.
"Dib turned two years old today. He is a perfectly normal and healthy boy. To celebrate, we ate cake and authorized the next phase of the genesis project.
"The 'Genesis Assisted Zygote,' or Gaz, is developing normally. At a phenomenal rate, in fact. Our project is ahead of schedule and we can already see little fingers and toes. She is so beautiful that I could stare at her for hours...
"Today we celebrated Gaz's birth! Even though she is newly emerged from the 'womb,' she seems to stare at us all as if she knows us..."
Dib scrolled through the following entries. While his own development received only precursory notes, every step of Gaz's was recorded in Membrane's journal. They regularly ran tests on her during her infancy, testing everything from her brain waves to her lung capacity. It reminded Dib of the experiments Gaz claimed to run on Megami. Only toward the end of the files did it become interesting...
"Gaz's 'terrible twos' have arrived. Today, when we sat her down to test, she kicked the intern in the stomach. None of the team could calm her; not even I, whom she feels most bonded to. Since drugging her would skew the results, we have suspended testing for the day."
Two months later: "We lost a member of the crew today. Gaz continued to fuss and refused to go through the CT-scanner. When we restrained her, she screamed and strained against her bonds. As the machine began to run, the power shorted out. An explosion in the control room soon followed and Hitchens was found dead on the scene.
"Since Gaz began her protests, we've been losing more and more equipment and experiencing more injuries. My crew is already suspicious and morale is low. Some feel that we are being punished for playing God. After today's incident, I dismissed the crew and had an urgent phone call with my grant committee. They feel I should abandon the Genesis project before the government catches wind of what I'm doing here. The last five years of my life are now meaningless! I will never be able to help Gaz realize her true potential..."
Stroking his whiskered chin, Dib stared at the screen intently. How did the slurry they pulled out of that lake end up creating a monster? That seemed to be the only difference between himself and Gaz. Their “father” must have suspected something, or he never would have handed Dib that disk. Something about the juice she was sucking out of Megami…
…or had it started before that? Dib remembered their time on the Massive, and the way she easily stared down the strongest soldiers in the Irken armada. What started this grudge? Did she really mourn for Earth so strongly?
Feeling as if he had emerged from a fog, Dib stumbled out of the bridge. An unfamiliar voice greeted his ears, and he followed it. It led him to Meg’s room, where she and Zim sat perched on the edge of her bed, watching the vidscreen. A concerned newscaster stared back at them, tapping a claw on his metallic desk.
“The last transmission from the fleet was at 0800 hours, Federation Time. We managed to procure this footage from one ship in the vanguard…”
Even with graphical enhancement, the video was blurry. But Dib didn’t need a clear picture to know that he was watching his sister go to work. The ship’s crew fired relentlessly but they either missed or it didn’t matter. She struck them down one by one with mechanical precision. For a fraction of a second, she turned to look at the camera and her eyes locked with Dib’s.
“I’m waiting for you… Big Brother…”
“Shit—“ Dib’s head spun and he fell back against the doorjamb.
Zim turned to look at him, antennae flicking. “Where have you been?”
“Just reading up on some shit my father gave me.” He gestured toward the screen. “What the fuck was that?”
“The Plookesians sent out a mayday. The Federation ships who answered have not been seen for three days.” Zim seemed mildly interested in the situation at best, but even he had to understand what it meant for Gaz to attack Federation ships. Even the old Boss Kharna didn’t fuck with the Fed; they had a strangle-hold on all weaponry worth having in the known universe.
Megami turned, squeezing GIR tightly to herself. “Aunt Gaz is on a warpath, isn’t she?”
“You remember HER but not me?” Dib cried, running fingers through his hair.
“Everyone knows the Goddess,” Megami replied. “When we have forgotten the old ways she will reappear to set us upon the right path.” She said each word with exacting slowness, like a schoolchild reciting poetry.
Zim examined her curiously for a moment. “The Vortian Myth.”
“Vortian what?”
“For centuries the Vortians told this story. It was some quasi-religious ridiculousness. When I worked in the lab with them they would moan about how the Empire was going too far and the Goddess would reappear to set us straight.” He laughed to himself. “Then Larb set them all straight. They never saw it coming really.” He returned his attentions to Megami, placing a hand on her Pak. “The Irkens knew it too, it was all a part of the education plug that disseminated the Collective Consciousness to us when we were smeets. You have all this knowledge inside you now, don’t you, Megami? So Vermeil must have imported SOMETHING into your Pak that took.”
“So, wait.” Dib shook his head, reaching far back into his memory. “The Goddess and the Destroyer, the Tallests’ ships…”
“Yes, it was a cheeky callback to the myth. After the Vortians designed the Massive for them, they conquered Vort and forced them to build those ships.”
Dib realized he’d have to get to the bottom of all this if he had any hope of stopping Gaz. She was coming for him, no doubt about it now, and he’d have to be ready for her. “What kind of ‘religious’ crap did your lab partners spout back then? Maybe it can help us figure out what step to take next. Do you remember it?”
“Pfft,” Zim cried. “I never listened to that fool. His voice was enough to give me a headache. Even nowadays when he calls me I rush to cut the line—“
“Wait, WHAT? Are you saying this Vortian you’re talking about is still alive?”
“Oh yeah. Every so often he hunts me down and tries to call me. I think perhaps I was hiding more from him than the religious zealots…”
Dib jumped up, grabbing Zim by the shoulders and shaking him. “You’ve got to call this guy! We have to talk to him! I need to find out what he knows about my sister!"
* * * * *
It was in this way that they found themselves breaking the atmosphere of Vort. Since the Empire fell and they rebuilt their planet, the Vortians tended to keep to themselves. For this reason, Dib had never stepped foot on Vort himself. The old paranormal investigator in him was excited, but Zim did not share his enthusiasm. It took a great deal of persuasion, some real bitching, and finally oral sex before Zim relented and gave his old “work buddy” a call. This buddy refused to speak at length, and instead insisted that they come see him in person. For the week of travel it took to get there, Zim avoided his mate and spent a lot of time sparring by himself in the gym. Dib assumed he was just letting off steam and left him alone.
GIR stayed on the ship, of course. He was happy with his videos and burritos. Dib and Meg dressed nicely for the occasion of landing, both of them giddy as the ship touched down on the surface of Vort. The door opened to raucous cheering and lilting flute music. Overhead, neon lights lit up the dome of thick clouds that floated in Vort’s atmosphere. Cleaning up after the Irkens would be a long process, and Dib briefly thought longingly of Earth. His thoughts were torn away, however, when the crowd of aliens approached. They threw bright leaves, clapped and played music.
A light purple Vortian, smiling wide, approached the three of them through a part in the crowd. He and Zim were about the same height, but the Vortian was much thinner and more nervous in his movements. “I’m so HAPPY you finally accepted my invitation, Zim!” he cried. “I made sure you all received a Hero’s Welcome.”
Zim only sighed softly, not compelled to speak right away. The Vortian didn’t mind, happily grabbing Zim’s arm and tugging him forward. “Come! We’ve prepared a meal for you. And entertainment. The saviors of the Universe! Of Vort!”
As they made their way through the streets, Vortian women emerged from the alleys, beckoning. Onimis hung from the necks of some and they tossed bracelets, hoping to lure one of the boys away. “Are the prostitutes here always so direct, or are we a special case?” Dib asked.
“Vortian bodily fluids are incredibly stimulating. If you’re not careful, Dib-human, you can hand over your life savings without hesitation.” Zim turned to glance at Dib, hoping his partner remembered the incident that occurred when he last dallied with beautiful young ladies.
Vortian children, laughing and throwing more leaves, darted back and forth across their path as they walked. They tripped Zim up more than once and his antennae arched in annoyance. Dib laughed, rubbing the small of Zim’s back affectionately. Leaning in as they walked, he said, “This is a pretty nice reception, Zim. These people fucking LOVE you. Isn’t that what you always wanted? To be worshipped by people who loved you?”
“I wanted to be hailed as an exquisite Invader and loved by my Tallests. All I did on the Massive way back when was defend myself…”
Husks of Irken structures, seemingly former prisons, lined the streets as they walked from the landing station to the center of the city. They had likely been repurposed into apartment buildings, as hundreds of people hung from the windows with banners and more leaves. Megami watched it all in awe, clinging lightly to Dib’s arm. He couldn’t help but be jealous of her sense of wonder, thinking that maybe losing one’s memory would be good if it meant experiencing pleasures like this with new eyes.
They finally reached what Dib would describe as the “city hall,” one building amongst the lot that had been built anew, separate from the Irken facilities. As they entered, the crowd peeled away and the music faded. Their Vortian greeter stopped and turned to them. He held out his arms, still smiling wide, to show them the immaculate facility they now inhabited. “We scraped together all that we could, right after the Empire fell, to build this center. We wanted it to be a celebration of all we managed to accomplish and overcome together.”
They stood in a lobby of sorts, branching off into several hallways. Soft neon lights ran along the seams where wall met ceiling, illuminating white and powder blue walls. Glass windows looked into offices were Vortians in lab coats skittered around, doing seemingly important work. Potted plants dotted their view, though they were few in number.
“Impressive,” Dib stated, smiling warmly at the alien. His completely bald—and, unfortunately, unrequited—admiration for Zim was adorable. Holding out a hand in the Fed’s universal gesture of greeting, he offered, “I’m Dib. Pleased to meet you. Your name is--?”
“Of COURSE you’re Dib!” the alien cried, flailing a little before pulling on his horns. He then realized he’d ignored Dib’s gesture, returning it with a sharp intake of breath. “Ah, uh, it’s been so many years since I’ve been called by name. These days people just call me Seven.”
“777 was his call number during imprisonment,” Zim elaborated, watching Meg creep around the windows and stare at the Vortians inside the nearby rooms. “He’s very superstitious, you see, and they thought it’d be funny—“
“All of my code lines for the Massive ended in seven,” Seven said. “About 8,309 lines of code on my end.”
“You wrote code for the Massive?” Dib asked, eyes widening.
“Indeed,” Zim answered. “It was from him that I received all those schematics for Irken technology. The ones I made you study. They programmed backdoors and other weaknesses as a means of sabotage, if you recall.”
“Then YOU’RE the one we should be calling a hero, not the other way around.”
Seven blushed at Dib’s exclamation, unable to muster a reply. But one came from the end of an opposing hallway. “Finally, someone sees the situation for what it really is.”
Another Vortian, slightly taller than Seven with dark purple skin, entered the lobby. He wore a pair of green goggles and a long, glittering robe, but his attitude did not quite befit his finery. “Just like all the other Irkens before you, you steal our hard work and take the glory for your own! The universe hails you as saviors, while we have to scramble to rebuild from nothing!”
“Hey.” Dib’s brow furrowed in an effort to control his temper. “You think all we got was fame and glory? You’re welcome to have it. Every bit of it. For everything we went through after the Empire fell—“
“Oh, yes, poor Boss Kharna! Richest thief outside the Fed. You grace us with your presence and we throw you a banquet. Poor you.”
“Lard Nar—“ Seven warned, but Dib stepped in front of him. “I’m not here for a fucking banquet. I’m happy to reimburse you for every credit. And leave as soon as we get what we came for.” His lip curled and Zim grabbed his arm to keep him back.
Megami, who had been watching the conversation from the back of the room in absolute silence, approached Lard Nar. She gave him an awkward curtsy. “Are you the President of Vort? I really love your planet, Mr. President. It’s beautiful. Everyone looks really happy.”
Caught off-guard, Lard Nar stammered for a moment. Dib realized then that Valerie’s influence hadn’t completely been scrubbed from his daughter, and he smiled at her.
“I—I’m not quite the PRESIDENT but I, ah, I make policy decisions.” Clearing his throat and dusting off his robe, he turned back toward the hallway. “Anyway, the food is this way. Follow me.”
Taking Megami’s arm, Dib followed. It was likely only due to her that he kept his temper in check, so he kept close to her as a source of stability. Following suit, Seven took Zim’s arm and pulled him along. “You look so much better than when I last saw you,” Seven said, looking Zim up and down in appreciation.
“Yes, well… It is all thanks to Dib.” Zim didn’t meet Seven’s eyes, staring intently at Dib’s back.
Leaning in, Seven whispered, “Are the rumors true? That the two of you are—lovers?” Hand tightening on Zim’s upper arm when he got no answer, he continued, “I mean, that video… I’m sorry, it’s just that you said you were traveling alone before, and now—He’s not—well, I hear he’s a criminal. If he’s blackmailing you for something then I can help you.”
“I can help myself,” Zim sneered, finally turning to glare at him. “I could always help myself. And the rumors are true.” He hated being reminded of that video. THE video, the one where his weakness and failure and anguish was broadcast for all the universe to see.
Taken aback, Seven nodded. “I was… it’s just that I had always hoped… after I was free, that maybe you and I…”
“Is that the only reason why you helped me?”
“No! I… I had faith in you, Zim. I always knew you were different. They knew it too, that’s why they banished you…”
Despite the fact that they were speaking quietly, Dib could still catch snippets of their conversation. Seven’s admiration of Zim made so much more sense now. A smile quirked at the corner of Dib’s lips. Dib wanted to know so much more about Zim’s life before he came to Earth, but Zim had never offered much information.
There’d be time enough for that later, however. They entered the banquet hall and took their places at a large table with Lard Nar at the head. A few other Vortians joined them, introducing themselves as top military commanders and scientists.
The spread was decent, and Dib never had the heart to turn down free food after his days of being broke. Zim picked at his food, listening half-heartedly to Seven’s spirited talk about all they’d done to rebuild. Megami, sensing an open fount of information, happily asked Lard Nar an endless stream of questions. His mood improved with every answer he gave, thrilled that Megami seemed impressed by his knowledge.
Hoping his diplomacy skills as Boss would work in this situation, Dib waited for the conversation to die down to a low thrum and turned to Lard Nar.
“So… you may recall that we came here looking for information.” He grinned at Megami. “Other than the questions our daughter has asked you, that is.”
The use of the word ‘daughter’ stunned Seven into silence, but Lard Nar seemed unperturbed. “Yes, Human Dib. I am the Vortian to ask if you need information. Ask away.”
“We need to know more about the Vortian Myth. The Goddess and the Destroyer.”
Lard Nar quirked a brow. “You came all this way, just for that? Well… Seven is our resident storyteller. Let’s hear it, Seven.”
“Um, okay.” Clearing his throat and having a drink, he began. “Many centuries ago, the Irkens were not at all like they are today. They were more like—“ He pointed at Megami. “—you. Very primitive. Six limbs, little communicative ability, lived in hives. They had a queen that they serviced, who laid their eggs, and they lived in caves beneath the surface of Irk. In the interest of science, our people—the Vortians, that is—kept tabs on them. Studied their activities.
“Climate change inevitably occurred and one awful day, their queen died. They did not have one among their race to replace her. They began to die off in vast numbers. We asked ourselves if we should intervene. We did not want this species to be wiped off the face of the universe, after all.”
Lard Nar snorted, shook his head, and then took a bite.
“We began to develop a replacement system for them. A breeding system that did not rely on a queen at all. But, before we finished, She showed up.”
“The Goddess,” Dib concluded, lips pursing in thought.
“Indeed. We know not from whence she came. She looked like you—“ Seven pointed at Dib. “Pink and hairy. She let the Irkens mate with her, but instead of laying eggs she carried the young inside her body-- many of them at a time-- and birthed them live. The birth rate was slow but serviceable. Their numbers had thinned, but eventually they stabilized.”
Rubbing his forehead, Dib sighed. “So you have no idea where she came from. She just showed up one day. And you didn’t question it.”
“Keeping tabs on her was difficult; after her arrival, the colony began to modernize. They developed language, and their anatomy changed. They began to look more like the Irkens you see today. No doubt due to the influence of her genetics. They developed means of keeping us away from the planet. Of scrambling our systems.”
“So, clearly, she knew you all were stalking the Irkens and had designs to keep you out,” Dib said. “But why?”
“Who knows? Over the centuries, there were many theories. Some believed she was a malevolent being from another dimensional space, hoping to use the Irkens as a means of making herself material in this space.” Seven clicked his tongue. “Some believed she was a creation, belonging to a species that wanted to compete with Vort. To stymie our research efforts so that they may surpass us.”
“But why would she look human? The only humans I’ve ever seen were from Earth.”
“Looks can be deceiving. Unfortunately we did not risk keeping enough of her genetic material to test it. We sent it all away the moment she was defeated.”
Dib leaned forward on an elbow. “So why did you all feel the need to do that? When did shit hit the fan?”
“She began to kill them off in droves. Why, we do not know, and the Irkens never told. We saw that the extinction we hoped to stave off was now being accelerated… But her power was greater than any weapon we devised. Ultimately, we had been a peaceful people…” Seven sighed. “So we consulted the Meekrob for assistance. They understood spiritual power greater than any of us.”
Megami was enthralled, to the degree that she had stopped chewing entirely. “Then what happened?” she asked, mouth still full of food.
“The ensuing battle was great. Many lives were lost. But we managed to kill the Destroyer.” Seven did not look triumphant. “Or so we thought. Her body, interred in a prison morgue, suddenly revived. Many members of the prison staff and soldiers outside were murdered. The carnage was unreal.” He shook his head. “Again and again we attempted to kill her. She continued to regenerate, to join back together, to resurrect herself.”
Dib grimaced. “So how did you ultimately manage to defeat her?”
“By combining our powers. We managed to capture her, subdue her. We separated her into three and kept each part to ourselves. Body, mind, spirit.”
Brow furrowing, Dib said, “That’s… pretty vague.”
Seven sighed in seeming exasperation at Dib’s lack of understanding. “The Meekrob took her spirit. Her life force. By absorbing it into their own, they were able to control it to some degree and insure it would not wander. We took her body. We broke it down into atoms, sealed it into a canister and shot it into deep space.” He looked proud then. “The Irkens took her mind. Her brain was removed from her body and stored away, deep in the recesses of Irk. We helped them create the technology to seal her away. The Control Brains. Then we created their birthing facilities so that they wouldn’t die out… And we continued to assist them until they evolved beyond their boundaries.”
“That canister.” Dib rubbed his face, thinking hard. “You just shot it into deep space? Do you have any idea where it went?”
“There’s a reason it’s called a ‘Myth,’ human,” Lard Nar laughed. “It’s simply a story that our people came up with in ancient times to keep us from falling victims to our hubris.” He groaned. “Fat lot of help it was.”
“No, it’s no myth,” Dib cried. “It’s real! That canister landed on Earth, I’m sure of it. Somehow she managed to escape it…” Was the Genesis Pond really the source of all life on Earth? For centuries, scientists had tried to figure out the catalyst that led to creatures living and breathing on Earth’s surface. If that canister had landed in the Genesis Pond, then Gaz’s—the Destroyer’s—DNA could have been that catalyst. “No way,” he murmured to himself, groaning and rubbing his face. There had to be another explanation.
“Dib?” Zim asked in concern, reaching out to him. Dib shrugged him off, looking up at Lard Nar. “It’s no myth. My sister is the Destroyer. She got her body back. Then…” He snapped his fingers. “On the Massive! That’s when she got her mind back from the Irkens.”
“What?” Zim stared. “Do you really believe this to be true, Dib?”
“Long ago… Before the Empire fell, when we were getting my memoirs together… Valerie told me that Gaz was shocked. On the Massive. When she was trying to rebuild GIR. She passed out, and when she woke up she heard gibberish in her head.”
“So you think that the shock awakened the Destroyer within her, somehow?” Zim asked.
Dib nodded. “Valerie always thought maybe she absorbed some of the Collective Consciousness. But I think it was the other way around. She WAS the Collective Consciousness, and she just got a reminder.” Before anyone could argue, Dib pointed a finger at Meg. “Then she started absorbing the Meekrob Meg held within her. That’s when she really started going off the rails and doing the weird experiments on Irkens…” Gritting his teeth, he stared at his half-eaten food. “But why wait until Dad died to really lose it? Maybe she really did love him.”
“Maybe he knew what she was all along. And knew how to control her. Maybe that’s what those files are trying to tell you.” Zim shrugged. “Or maybe she was content to just feed off of the girl, until the girl left.”
“It doesn’t matter, I guess. What’s done can be undone. Whatever technology you used to atomize her, we have to have it.” Dib looked to Lard Nar, brows raising.
Lard Nar was courteous enough to swallow his food before bursting into raucous laughter. “What will you do, Boss Kharna? Sell it to the highest bidder? If you’re really that hard up for cash, you should have been more wise in your investments.”
Slamming his fists down on the table, Dib yelled, “This isn’t a game, you little prick! People have DIED. Have you been watching the news at all?”
Seven fidgeted. “The Plookesians, you mean? That was the Destroyer?”
“Piddle!” Lard Nar cried.
“It’s the truth!” Dib replied. “She intends to hunt down and kill any race that allied itself to the Irkens. If there’s any planet that would be on her list, it’s Vort!”
“Never!!” Lard Nar screamed, jumping up onto his pointed feet. “We destroyed the Irken race! It was US! If anything, she’ll throw us a party!”
“Tell yourself that if you wish,” Zim replied, voice staid as he kept his eyes level with his mate. He cleared the last bite from his plate. “When she comes for all of you in the night, you’ll regret not listening to us. Just like all those years ago…”
“Don’t you dare blame us for your trespasses, INVADER Zim! It’s only because you’re an abject failure that you’re standing before any of us today!”
“Lard Nar!” Seven could do little more than cower in his seat.
“Oh, can it, you fool! Stop telling yourself that he had anything to do with our freedom today. It was dumb luck, just like it was dumb luck that got him to our labs, to the Elite Academy, to the dais of the Invaders!”
“I’m gonna tear off those horns and shove them up your ass, you little—“ The soldiers held Dib back before he lunged.
Zim merely laughed, shaking his head as he wiped his mouth with his place setting. “Don’t waste your time on him, Dib.” He rose. “He’s a coward. He’ll sit back on his hands making policy while his planet falls, just like he did all those years ago.”
Lard Nar was, for once, dumbstruck. Dib surmised there was some truth to Zim’s words. Lard Nar hopped down from his chair. “I hope you enjoyed your banquet. Good evening.” He was out the door before Dib could string together a satisfying number of curses.
The soft sound of metal hitting metal rang out, cutting through the silence. Megami had laid down her fork. “I lost my appetite,” she announced when all eyes turned to her.
“That’s alright, Meggy. Once we leave I’m sure you’ll feel better, and I’ll get you something nice to eat,” Dib hissed.
Seven jumped up, blocking the door. “Oh, please don’t go like this. I have been looking forward to this day for years. He’s irrational and a coward, it’s true. But he is also brave when convinced that it’s prudent. He just needs to be convinced.”
“We don’t have time to court Big Papa V,” Dib replied, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Pursing his lips, Seven said, “What do you have time for? If you don’t get the equipment you need, you’ll have to build something else anyway. Why not just stay for an evening? I have a whole wing of suites set up just for you. They’re lovely, I assure you.”
In the quiet that followed, the lilt of music reached them from outside. Megami’s antennae unfurled slightly and she turned to look out the window. Dib felt awful for showing her his temper; after everything she’d been through, he had wanted to spare her that. “Do you want to go party with them, Megami?”
She looked back at him, nodding shyly. Seven patted her on the shoulder. “I can provide her with a security escort. She can dance to her heart’s content.”
Dib wanted to escort her himself, but he knew he needed to cool down. Zim convinced him that the girl had made it halfway across the universe and was only slightly worse for wear, and therefore she could party in the streets for a few hours. From the suite’s windows they could peer outside and watch her twirl with all the horned aliens, safe and sound.
Their suite was indeed lovely, though nothing compared to Dib’s own quarters on Kharna. Or even his ship, which he would have preferred. So he paced the first twenty minutes they were in the room. Zim sat on the bed, watching him, without uttering a word.
“I could call some contacts. Have them build something. I’m sure we can find a way to take care of her.”
Zim nodded.
“We don’t need any of this shit. We got the info we needed. And the Meekrob means that we could probably use Amber, right? Enough of that stuff and we could subdue her…”
Zim nodded.
“Why the hell are you being so quiet? You’ve been like this for a fucking week, Zim. Do you not understand how serious this is??”
“You’ve emoted enough for the both of us. Why waste the energy?” Zim leaned back on his arms.
Dib turned to stare at him. He wanted to conjure up more ire but it was true; that shit took too much energy. And it wasn’t productive. “I guess there’s no point in wasting this evening. Can’t do shit until tomorrow anyway.”
“Exactly. Have a drink. The stuff down here is particularly intoxicating.”
“I’ve heard that from so many people that nothing touches me anymore.” Sighing heavily, he sat down next to Zim on the bed. It was soft and the sheets were cool. Zim leaned against him, head tucking up against the hollow of his neck. It was a strangely direct move for Zim. “…are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird.”
“When this is all over… What will you do?”
What the hell kind of question was that? He just answered it at face value. Laughing, Dib said, “Well, assuming we’re still alive, I think we should take a vacation. Somewhere warm with a big bed where they bring your food to the bed but they knock first in case you’re fucking.”
“I would rather die before you. I don’t want to live without you again.”
“If I'm about to kick it—like, teetering on the event horizon of a black hole or something-- I promise to pull you in with me.” He was disappointed that Zim’s insecurity was apparently coming back. Turning, he pressed Zim back on the bed. “But I’ve lived through plenty of apocalypses. I plan to make it through this one. With you.” Pinning Zim’s wrists up by his head, he leaned down to nibble on his neck. “Let’s christen this bed.”
The moment Zim finally began to yield to Dib’s kisses, there was an insistent knock on the door. Cursing under his breath, Dib pulled away. “Come in,” he barked, as Zim sat up and adjusted his collar.
Seven tumbled into the room, locking the door behind him. For a moment he simply stared at Dib, the color draining from his face.
“Can we help you?” Dib asked quietly, his patience clearly wearing thin. While he had no reason to bear a grudge against Seven, something about him rubbed Dib the wrong way. Dib understood why Zim seemed so keen on avoiding him.
Taking a deep breath, Seven looked toward Zim. “I have a proposition for you,” Seven said.
Zim’s antennae flicked upward as he leaned forward on the bed.
“If you let me have your body just one last time… I… I’ll talk to Lard Nar for you. He listens to me, I’m sure I can get him to agree to any conditions you want.” His eyes darted from Zim to Dib, clearly ready to spring away the moment one threatened bodily harm.
Zim rose slowly, took two steps and pounced. Grabbing Seven by his lapels, he shook him roughly. “Do I look like a whore to you!? How dare you make a suggestion like that!! And in front of my mate, no less! You’re scum!”
“Please!” Seven cried, grabbing Zim’s hands weakly. “It’s not fair to me… Coming around, flaunting your powerful mate in front of me, with your OFFSPRING, no less. Did you not realize how much I loved you?? I pined for you all this time… All I want is a sweet goodbye. That’s all.”
“Zim is pretty dense,” Dib stated, a grin forming on his lips.
Zim craned his neck to glare at Dib. “YOU stand over there LAUGHING, Dib-creature! It is YOU who are the dense one. Maybe YOU like having all these people pining over you, but I DO NOT…”
“Hey, it’s not my fault. Nor is this your fault. I mean, you’ve been there, right? You held a torch for Purple all those years, after all…”
“The Tallest Purple?!” Seven cried. “IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW! EVERYTHING YOU DID…”
“SILENCE! Both of you!” Zim’s face was turning a shade of emerald, which amused Dib immensely.
Picking up a bottle of that liquor Zim said was so great, Dib settled down in a chair by the window. “I don’t see the harm in it, Zim. As long as you let me watch.” His grin widened as Zim’s face changed color yet again.
Making a noise of disgust, Zim dropped Seven. Straightening his jacket, Seven looked hopefully at the Irken. “Please let me.”
Zim simply stood there, flexing and unflexing his fingers. Dib popped the cork on his bottle and took a swig. Seven, fidgeting nervously, finally tested the waters by reaching out to run his fingers over Zim’s sides. Though his antennae flattened slightly, he did not otherwise react. Emboldened, Seven reached back, grabbing the zipper at the back of Zim’s neck and pulling it downward.
Zim didn’t fight when Seven pulled the tunic down and off, then the shirt underneath it. Soon Zim was naked above the waist, and Seven leaned in to lathe his tongue over Zim’s skin.
“Wait—“ Zim squeaked.
Seven stopped, looking up at him. “Your skin is warm. Are you afraid to like it? Your mate already said he doesn’t care.”
With a jagged breath, Zim hung his head. He pushed his antennae forward. “I don’t want to care either. Let me have it.”
Dib didn’t understand what all this was leading to, until Seven gently took one of Zim’s antennae into his mouth. As his tongue slid over the sensitive appendage, Zim’s knees went weak. He let out a soft, aching sound. “It’s working,” he breathed, letting Seven guide him toward the bed. The Vortian relieved him of his pants and moved to attack his skin with that tongue. Every stroke made Zim gasp, and Dib began to wonder about the properties of that tongue… Zim had said that Vortian bodily fluids were special. He’d likely had previous first-hand experience.
Zim suddenly surged up, breath growing ragged as he jerked on Seven’s uniform. With Seven’s help, he managed to get it off, pulling the Vortian down into bed with him. He kissed Seven roughly, claws scraping the purple skin as he rolled them both. Soon Seven was on his back below Zim, looking up with a soft smile on his features. “Yes…” he hiked his hips upward and Zim’s hand snaked between them.
At the apex of the long slit between Seven’s legs was a phallus; too small for actual penetration but very receptive to Zim’s touch. Zim wasn’t at all hesitant; his fingers knew exactly what to do. As he stroked it, rolled his fingers around it, Seven began to moan achingly. Dib took another drink, eyes trained on that hand as if his life depended on it. Zim’s fingers traced downward, caressing the lips of Seven’s entrance, and they became swollen, his body opening easily.
In that moment, Zim’s haze of arousal lifted and he glanced in Dib’s direction.
“Make him scream for me, baby,” Dib hissed, sinking farther into the chair and gripping the bottle of alcohol tightly.
Permission granted, Zim sank to his knees as he jerked Seven’s hips to the edge of the bed. He slid his tongue along Seven’s slit, the taste causing him to moan. He spread the Vortian’s legs wide, tongue and lips drinking deeply. Seven squirmed and mewled, grabbing the bedspread.
“Please, Zim. Please…”
Looking crazed, Zim crawled back upward. He rubbed his erection against Seven, pinning the Vortian’s shoulders to the bed with strong claws.
“Yes. Please…”
In one rough thrust, Zim was inside him. His hips moved erratically, becoming all the more frenzied with Seven’s answered movements. Somewhere along the way Dib had unzipped his pants, dropped the bottle in the floor and wrapped his good hand around his member. He imagined himself, young and vulnerable and so completely in love, being fucked like this. By Zim. He remembered merely a week prior, when he had allowed Zim to fuck him again after so many years. He’d gone too far. He felt sick. But his hand continued to stroke in time with his lover’s hips. What sort of sick masochistic bullshit was he doing now?
Zim slammed against Seven and eventually the Vortian was indeed screaming, reaching to pull one of Zim’s antennae into his mouth again. Panting harshly, claws digging into Seven’s hips, Zim kept the pace. He flared and Seven’s back arched, eyes going wide before he fell still. Zim’s knees gave out immediately afterward.
Dib’s head lolled back and he stared at the ceiling, hand still pumping. In the silence, he heard the music in the streets outside. Then Zim’s voice, quietly relating something to Seven.
Warm hands on his thighs jolted Dib from his revelry. He looked down and saw them both at his feet, faces flushed and eyes dark.
Zim pushed Dib’s hand away, holding his erection between two claws. He rolled his thumb over the head, making Dib groan. “Suck on this part. You won’t regret it.”
“Zim—“
Seven complied, wrapping his lips around the head of Dib’s cock. Within seconds, heat penetrated his skin, moving down the base and beginning to percolate in the pit of his stomach. “…shit…”
Satisfied, Zim began to stroke the rest of Dib’s length, watching intently to ensure Seven continued his work. Zim’s free hand crept slowly back, creeping between Seven’s legs. He slid two fingers deep inside the Vortian, coating them before moving down between Dib’s legs.
Before Dib could process what was happening, he felt Zim probing his own entrance. He almost considered fighting, but soon he felt that same heat radiating from Zim’s finger. His lips parted and he made a noise that he didn’t think he was capable of making any longer.
“Suck harder. Use your tongue.” Zim gripped Dib more tightly, finger slowly penetrating until it was buried completely. He listened closely to his mate, moving his hands more quickly when the true moans came. Dib’s head began to spin and he rolled it backward again. Whether it was from the liquor or Seven’s juice or an unholy combo of both, he’d have to cum soon or he would lose his mind.
“Zim…”
“Yes?”
“Zimmmm!”
Zim couldn’t reach his lips, so he kissed Dib’s good wrist, sighing softly against it. And Dib finished. Seven drank every drop, licking his lips in satisfaction when it was done.
“Wow, it tastes like—“
“Kremlar juice, right? It’s great for an upset stomach.” Zim leaned against Dib’s leg, relaxing.
“I want to fuck a Vortian now,” Dib breathed. “That’s goddamn ridiculous.”
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