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Solstice	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Solstice
- 1
Author's Note: This one has been sitting, waiting patiently in the back of my head since September of '06. This also lead to some of the key idea's for my TallestZim Arc. I finally got my lazy ass around to writing it and I quite like how it started out. Its a bit different than my other Tallest/Zim fics so I hope you all enjoy it very much. Its more RAPR but I'm not going to be that picky. Its darker(muchly) and mostly here for smut since I have no idea where this would fit into any sort of plot. If one day I should figure it out I'll get something going. Also, this has been written over a very long period so if it doesn't flow, that would be why. Also, this hasn't been beta'd so if theres any glaring mistakes lemmie know?

Solstice
Zim quivered in the corner, holding his breath. He knew that it wasn't going to save him. They knew he was in the room, knew he was hiding from them. They were furious with him, he could feel it permeating the room. He shouldn't have been in the room but it was the only safe place in the universe. Zim pressed down a hysteric chuckle. When they found him he would be begging to be sent to Food Courtia instead of what they would do to him. The door to the closet was jerked open and he could see their dark silhouettes, eyes glowing menacingly.
“I didn't think even you had the audacity to trespass into this suite,” Tallest Red snarled. He and his co-Tallest hovered stiffly, their posture radiating fury.
“Yeah Zim. Did you think you could seduce us or something?” Tallest Purple growled, scowling down at the very small Irken. Zim stared up at them, his squeedlyspooch like a rock in his belly. He was worse than dead.
“I... Zim... you?” Zim stuttered at them before settling with a whimper, wrapping his arms over his head protectively. Purple and Red shared a curious look, Zim wasn't acting like Zim. The crimson Tallest growled and grabbed the much shorter Irken by his forearm and dangled him above the floor. Zim squirmed against the harsh grip but said nothing. The Tallest were fully within their rights to punish him in anyway they felt. He had transgressed against laws even he hadn't thought of breaking.
Red growled and threw the small Invader against a wall, grinning when he heard a low whine. The loud 'thwack' that echoed throughout the room was also very satisfying. It let him know that he had hurt Zim, let him know that the little defect felt pain. Maybe if they beat the useless one to a bloody pulp it might get through to the clueless Invader.
Zim stood shakily and kept his head down. He was lucky that his shoulder had hit the wall and not his head or something else. It still hurt though, just not nearly as badly as it could have. He heard the hum of their hover-jets approaching and he spared a glance up. The Tallest looked pleased with his pain and it was then that he knew that he was in for a severe beating. But a beating was far better than what awaited him outside the safety of the Tallest's private suite. So he stood in place, waiting for the inevitable pain.
Red pressed back a snarl as he watched Zim stand up, head bowed. What really infuriated him was that the tiny one wasn't shaking, didn't seem to be afraid. He curled his fingers protectively along his gauntlet. He pulled his arm back and sneered down at the insolence that he saw before him.
It was at the exact moment that Red swung down that Zim looked up into his leader's sharp crimson eyes. The absolute hatred there made his squeedlyspooch feel like it had been torn in two. He almost didn't feel the pain of the heavy gauntlet smack into his cheek, the pain in his squeedlyspooch was so great. Blood tricked down from the corner of the Invader's mouth and he stumbled side-ways from the powerful blow. Zim could understand the anger.... but the hatred.... why would the Tallest hate him? He had been nothing but the most loyal Invader to them.
“This will be your last mistake, defect,” Red growled. He turned off his hover belt, landing softly. He kicked the smaller one in the chest, knocking him into the wall again. Zim winced as he heard the derogatory term slip past the Tallest's lips. That was the worst thing that could be said to an Irken. The Invader let out a cry as this time as his PAK took the full brunt of stopping him.
He stood again, head bowed once more. His arms dangled at his sides and his antennae were pressed back submissively. Every fibre of his being screamed for him to leap away, to stop the madness. It shouted out how this wasn't necessary, that even the Tallest did not have the right to do this to someone who was seeking refuge.
Seeing the much shorter Irken just standing there so passively made the crimson Tallest's vision burn red. His PAK-legs emerged, their tips glinting sadistically in the light. His grin was feral as he let the legs rise up intimidatingly. The Tallest didn't use their PAK-legs often, but when they did they were a sight to behold.
Looking down into those strangely calm dark pink eyes he could see just a hint of fear below the calm surface. But the fear wasn't of him, wasn't of what he was doing to the smaller Irken. It was of something else... but what? Zim wasn't the type of Irken to fear much, so what had scared the little Invader badly enough to go to the Tallest's sacred personal suite?
“You have ten seconds to explain. It had better be good, Zim,” Red hissed. Now he wanted to know what had frightened the much smaller Irken. Perhaps he could use it later to truly scare the useless Invader. And maybe, just maybe it could be used to get through to the little walking disaster.
“Zim is uh...” Zim started out, unsure of what to say. He hadn't expected the Tallest to give him a chance to explain why he had broken a sacred law. Now that he had the opportunity he couldn't find the words to explain why he had done what he did. The words were in his mind but they refused to roll off of his tongue like they should. Maybe his mouth knew better than to lie to the Tallest.
“Five seconds Zim!” Purple reminded him, a light smile on his face. He had rather enjoyed seeing the short one being beaten. It was a nice change from the monotony of the suite. Being trapped in a suite for a week was absolute torture. Necessary torture, but torture none the less.
“I was hiding!” Zim shouted, his eyes closed tightly and his fists clenched at his sides. His entire body was tense, awaiting a great blow.
“Well duh, we kinda caught you,” Purple muttered, hovering closer. This was turning out to be a bit more boring than he had hoped for. Maybe he'd get lucky and Red would start to beat the small idiot into the wall again. It had been kinda funny to see how well the small one bounced.
“You're pushing my waining patience,” Red snarled. He was irritable, being confined to such a small place was always nerve wracking. He probably shouldn't complain though, the suite was the safest place on Irk. It certainly wasn't helping his aggression to have Zim just blatantly breaking a strict law and behaving for the most part like a scared smeet.
“From the others, my Tallest,” Zim admitted, his eyes opening to slits as he glared hatefully at the floor. He wouldn't have had to hide if the Tall Irkens and the Tallers had just let him into the safety room. It wasn't much to ask, heck it was even his right! He had the right to seek safety during this time but all they saw was his height. They didn't stop and ask if maybe there was a reason he wanted in. Of course not though, they just assumed that he wanted into their pants. Never bothered to ask....
“And you expect us to believe that? That you were hiding, from the rest of the short dregs?” Purple scoffed. He rolled his eyes and hovered to the other side of his co-Tallest. While this wasn't quite as interesting as seeing Red torturing the little one but he knew if he was patient Zim would only dig himself a deeper hole.
“Zim does not lie!” Zim hissed in frustration. They were being just like every other Taller. Why was it so hard for them to believe him? It wasn't unconceivable for someone short to have the gene. He knew he was short, he didn't deny it. He just also knew that his size did not diminish his greatness.
“Every Shorter lies during the Solstice. Anything to get what they want,” Red hissed and brought his PAK-legs forward, gripping pink fabric in their pointed tips. Zim coughed as his air was cut off and grabbed at the legs, trying to alleviate the pressure on his neck. His magenta eyes were narrowed as he pressed down the urge to fight back. It would only get him into more trouble.
“And every Shorter wants to breed, isn't that right Zim?” Purple asked, hovering behind the Invader dangling in the air. He tenderly ran a finger down the back of the small skull before pulling his arm back and smashing his gauntlet harshly across the defiant face. Zim cried out slightly, shrinking into himself as he tried a little more desperately to get out of the PAK-leg's grasp.
“I... no!” Zim shouted out, dropping his hands from the PAK-legs to bat away Purple's hand. The feathery touch along the back of his head had sent memories best forgotten surging to the surface. He squirmed and clawed, trying to get away. He had forgotten where he was, all he knew was that he had to get away. Away from the awful touchy things.
“Oh so now that the tables are turned you want out? I dunno Zim... Maybe its time that the Taller's had their turn. I bet you could bear eggs,” Red purred. Zim's eyes widened fearfully and struggled even harder. There was no clear thought for him, only the overpowering need to get away, get somewhere safe. His instincts screamed differently to him and he ignored them. He would not be used again. Never.
“Don't touch me!” Zim screamed, true fear colouring his voice. Purple had a dangerous grin on his face and had moved in again. Just as he was reaching back to trace his fingers along Zim's cheek the smaller one lashed out with his claws. Purple yelped and drew back, cradling his now bleeding hand. The violet Tallest's yelp drew Zim out of his fear induced haze. He stared at the blood that was dripping down the gauntlet and knew that he had just dug his own grave. He had hit a Tallest. Not only that but he hit hard enough to draw blood. If he hadn't been doomed before, he was definitely now.
“You are in no position to demand anything!” Red snarled and slammed the smaller Irken against the wall. He was a vision of absolute fury. Red looked like a demon from another dimension come to seek vengeance. His claws were curled by his sides and his teeth were bared. His antennae stood straight up making him seem even taller than he really was. Zim choked as he tried to gasp for breath under the unforgiving hold of the Tallest's PAK-legs.
Zim clawed fruitlessly at his own shirt, trying to rip it so that he could fall to the ground. His lips had taken on a purplish hue and his skin had paled to an almost sickly yellow. It became hard to keep clawing at his shirt and his eyes started to slip close. His hands fell away and he dangled limply, his head held straight by the tight grip of fabric around his neck. His hearing was fading away and he felt that he was surely at his last moments.
“Let him go Red. We can't hurt him if he's dead,” Purple murmured darkly. He pulled his hand away to look at the damage done and let his hand fall back to his side. It wasn't as bad as he had thought. It had bled and hurt a great deal but there really wasn't much of a cut.
“To true, and I know that he hasn't suffered nearly enough,” Red hissed and let the PAK-legs drop the short one to the floor. Zim was unresponsive as he lay crumpled on the floor. Red toed at the still form and rolled it over with his foot. It was kinda disturbing to see the little one so still. He had probably held on to long....
“Huh, guess he's dead,” Purple said and turned off his own hover-belt. He stared down at the unmoving form and saw that he wasn't breathing. He wondered why Zim's PAK hadn't reactivated him yet, before turning to shrug helplessly at his co-Tallest.
REACTIVATE
Zim's small form arched as electricity jolted along it, shocking it back to life. The short one gasped, coughing as he clawed at his throat. He could feel a bruise and he was too busy drawing in painful breaths of air to hear what was being said just above him.
“Hey Pur, looks like he's not dead. Maybe if we're careful we can stretch him out for the rest of the week. I know I was getting pretty bored myself,” Red said cruelly, grinning down viciously at Zim. Purple grinned back sadistically and kicked the much shorter Irken jarringly. Magenta eyes snapped open and stared up at the ones who were so intent on causing him pain.
“I dunno Red, I kinda liked your earlier idea. He's such a defect he'd probably get off on it. Little freak,” Purple sneered down at Zim who had managed to sit up. The smaller one was still holding his throat while he supported himself with the other arm. He looked up at the Tallest fearfully, hoping beyond all possibility that he hadn't heard what Purple said right. The Tallest wouldn't do something like that, would they? They weren't that cruel.... were they?
“Probably,” Red agreed. On the floor he could see dark pink eyes widen and the short one scooted back until his PAK hit the wall. The crimson Tallest's grin was feral and leaned down slowly, exaggerating his movements. Zim pressed further into the wall, watching Red carefully. He was so intent on making sure the crimson-eyed one didn't get to close that he forgot about Purple.

PAK-legs descended down and wrapped around tiny ankles, immobilizing Zim. Purple grinned sadistically and used the extra appendages to drag the shorter closer, little bit by little bit. Wide magenta eyes stared at him in horror and it made his grin all the wider.
Zim pressed back a scream of terror and tried to use his PAK-legs to rip his feet out of Tallest Purple's grip. Just as his PAK opened a different set of PAK-legs entangled with his, snapping them off with practiced ease. He kicked and thrashed, trying to break the steely grip of the other Talles't PAK-legs on his feet.
Red grinned darkly as Purple used his PAK-legs to drag Zim into the air, the small form curling to try and pry the mechanical legs away. Red swaggered forward and pulled sharply on unprotected antennae. The scream that echoed through the entire room was most satisfying as the short Irken went limp from the blinding pain. The Tallest both grinned viciously and each took an antennae and despite the rising whimpers yanked again. Another wail split the air and then Purple began to slowly and tenderly rub the antenna that he had abused. The gentle touch caused the Invader to flail away wildly, twisting away and causing more pain as Red never let go of the captured antennae.
Purple let go of the antenna and swiftly grabbed limp arms before their owner could start flailing again. He pulled up, making his PAK-legs drag down and out a little, spreading the small body out for display. Magenta eyes were wide and their owner was struggling frantically, desperate to escape. He had heard what the Tallest had said and he had no desire to go through that ever again.
“I got him,” Red said and took the small arms from his other. The short one tried to pull his arms away, call something useful from his PAK but the only thing he could think of would doom them all. He was a little fond of life, though it was starting to look tempting.
Purple took a moment and undid his gauntlets, letting them drop to the floor while he ran his now bare hands down quivering sides. He caught the bottom of the pink shirt and snuck underneath, grasping the edge of tight black pants. He yanked them down, tossing boots aside as well as he used his PAK legs, never letting go. Perfectly smooth legs disappeared into the faux safety of the uniform shirt, offering only a peek at what lay hidden.
Red leaned forward, his eyes alight with the power he and his co-leader held over the much smaller one. He could see the raw fear in those strange dark pink eyes. His own crimson eyes gleamed hungrily and his tongue ran across his teeth. He was going to enjoy finally taking Zim down a peg or two.
Purple ran his hands along the newly bared skin, taking in the feeling of touching such smooth, soft skin. Touch was indeed rare in the Empire and though what they were doing was considered a high level crime there wasn't anyone to punish them. They were at the top and there was nothing that could bring them down. Especially if no one found out. No one would believe the ramblings of a disgraced ex-Invader.
“Please, don't,” Zim pleaded desperately. His arms were stretched above his head and he was hanging in the air, long hands gripping his bare thighs. His legs were spread widely and he could feel fingers trailing along near places that he hadn't given them permission to be.
“You're being punished,” Purple whispered sadistically and ran his fingers along the wet slit. Zim arched in their grip, pulling against Red's strong hold. Zim made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a wail. Small legs kicked against their tight bonds ineffectually and the violet Tallest continued to rub his fingers directly against the slit. He grinned darkly and pressed one finger inside, Zim's back arching, eyes wide as he keened. He turned his head away, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to block out the twisted chuckling coming from the Tallest. He pressed his eyes tighter together, trying to stop the tears from escaping.
“My Tallest nooooo,” Zim cried, the tears falling despite his futile attempts. He sagged in the grip, his body shuddering at the touch. He hated it, hated, hated, HATED it. His body wanted something that he wanted nothing to do with. Why couldn't he have been taller? Why couldn't have the Taller's believed him? He only wanted to be safe, to be left alone during this horrible time.
“Oh I'm sorry Zim, its here you want to be touched, isn't it?” Purple purred, using his other hand to rub at the higher slit, teasing it gently to coax out the hidden length. The short one shuddered, biting his lips to hold in his breathy cries. All he could think about was how every other time had ended. Pain and humiliation.
“Stop,” Zim outright begged. The muscles in his arms and legs refused to cooperate, content to be in the unbreakable grip. “Please, no more!” His head was beating back and forth between his arms in an attempt to knock the feelings away. Maybe if he hurt himself badly enough he wouldn't have to feel the delicious tingles racing through his veins; knock himself unconscious.
“More? You're certainly greedy Zim...” Purple grinned, leaning in close to whisper dark words into trembling antennae. He nipped at one, stilling the smaller one's mad movements. As much as Zim seemed to want to hurt himself he apparently didn't want to lose an antenna. When the shorter whimpered Purple purred in pleasure. The member in his hand had stiffened beautifully and he teased his fingers down the sides, enjoying every breathy cry that it solicited.
Zim couldn't form words any more, his head stilled and his body spread out like some twisted plaything. A sob welled from deep inside and he could do naught to stop them. He was completely helpless and like every time before it there was nothing he could do. He had hoped for mercy at the hands of the Tallest and all he had received were horrible things that he could have gotten elsewhere from someone who didn't know him, didn't shatter his trust. The long fingers continued to stroke him, occasionally dipping lower and into his wanting slit.
Purple released the antennae from his mouth and curled down, inhaling deeply. He bit at the thin neck and then curled his tongue around a delicate cheek. He pulled back with a frown before licking a smooth cheek, avoiding the tears. “Red...”
“What? I want a turn,” Red muttered, only paying half attention to what his co-Tallest was doing. He held Zim's arms, thankful that the short one wasn't heavy and glad that he had stopped thrashing. It made it so much easier to hold him this way.
“Lick him,” Purple ordered, not caring that they weren't supposed to try and order each other around. It caused to many fights and led to slowing down everything.
“...No?” Red eyed his friend sharply. Purple had a weird look on his face and he couldn't quite place it. It almost looked like the violet one was concerned about something but that couldn't be it. What was there to be worried about?
“He tastes sweet though!” Purple insisted and used his PAK-legs to move the now unresponsive Zim closer to the other Tallest. Purple sent the other a look that said if he didn't lick the Invader there was going to be trouble.
“I think the Solstice is getting to you if your imagining that,” Red muttered but obliged his co-Tallest and leaned down with his tongue out. He poked his tongue on a cheek and then drew back, duty done but there was a strange taste on his tongue. He leaned in once more and gave Zim's chin a good lick, a look of surprise on his face. “Hey, he is sweet....”
“There's no way... I mean he's so short....” Purple tried to reason. There had to be a reason that the short one tasted like an Irken with the tall gene in heat. Since they carried the active gene as well they weren't able to catch the pheromones that were also produced. Though that wasn't going to help explain. Zim just didn't have the height to properly bear eggs despite what Red had said earlier to the Invader.
“Hey, you, time to stop being in shock. We've got some questions and they better be answered Zim. Or we just might finish what we started.” The threat hung heavily in the air. Red scowled when the Invader didn't so much as twitch. Magenta eyes were startlingly blank, their usual life gone. Tears still dripped down and he didn't so much as twitch when he was lightly slapped.
Purple became frustrated when they tried several things and none of them worked. Growling he let go of the short legs and slapped the Invader hard, hoping to jolt him out of his shock. Dark pink eyes widened and their owner turned to look at him, horrified. There was no sound at all, the silence eerie as Zim stared at the violet Tallest, waiting for the worst.
“You're going to answer us, understand?” Purple's limited patience was worn. He didn't want to put up with anyone or thing at the moment but since he'd rather keep the short menace in the room rather than risk opening the door to toss him out.... Zim nodded at him slowly, a very suspicious look in his weary eyes.
“You taste sweet, explain.” Red demanded, keeping it brief. He could see the barely there expression on the Invader's face and he had no want to drag the experience on any longer than necessary.
Zim pulled at the PAK-legs holding his arms suspended, holding back the whimper that wanted to escape. He took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself. They had stopped and as long as he talked they weren't going to touch him.
“I-I have the tall gene. I was told when we were smeets... when they took groups of people aside and let them know... Since I didn't grow they thought that they had been mistaken.... because of that they didn't give me the access code for the safety rooms. I hid in here because it was safe.... Zim just wanted to be safe... for once.” Zim shuddered once he was speaking. He kept his eyes on the floor, it was the only way that he could focus enough to talk. He couldn't think when he looked at them, everything just faded away as he hid inside of himself.
“....Yeah right,” Red scoffed, folding his arms. “If that was the case why didn't you stay on that remote little planet. There's no shorters out there.” He glared darkly, wanting a better explanation that the one that had just been thrown at him. There was no way that the Invader-wannabe had the proper gene, not without being a great deal taller. Zim was one of the shortest Irkens in the Empire. It just couldn't happen. Perhaps the small one had been experimenting with hormones or something and that was how it happened. It certainly made more sense than what the bound one babbled out.
Dark pink eyes stayed on the floor, clenching shut for a moment. He would have stayed there if the area hadn't become compromised some time ago. “Skoodge is staying there as well. He doesn't possess the tall gene.” He couldn't have told the other Invader to go away, not without giving a good reason and even then Skoodge was the intuitive type, he would have had it figured out before Zim had a proper hiding place.
“Oh yeah, we sent Skoodge out there.” Violet eyes widened in remembrance. “And I dunno Red... that would explain a lot.” Purple looked contemplative, bitting his bottom lip. He side-glanced at his co-leader and then at their little captive. There were a few ways that could explain what was really going on, but out of all of them what Zim said stuck out the most. To him it seemed the most likely. It would certainly explain why the Invader was so crazy most of the time.
“The only way that would be explainable was if he was stupid enough to have gotten on the surface while he was a smeet. I know Zim's stupid but even he's not that stupid.” Red stood firm, watching as Purple thought about it. It was true... their star was detrimental to growth, and particularly harsh against smeets. If you were lucky you spent all of your youth away from Irk, growing tall.
Purple watched the look of surprise etch itself onto Zim's face and practically shouted. “You broke onto the surface when you were a smeet?!” Purple couldn't help but drop the other from shock. His PAK-legs sort of just stopped working as he stared for a moment. How could anyone do something so utterly moronic? They were told as smeets that the sunlight was bad for them. It was why the hatcheries were underground in the first place.
Zim scuttled back, eyes wide as possible, completely untrusting of the other beings in the room. “Me and Skoodge... no one ever said why we weren't allowed up there.” He curled up, trying to cover up as much of his legs as possible. It was beside the point that the Tallest had seen his legs and had touched. He was sketchy as he watched them warily, ready to bolt at the slightest movement.
The room was uncomfortably silent. The Tallest couldn't help but step closer together, not wanting to be apart as the small Invader looked at them like that. Their arms brushed and they shifted, not used to touching each other. Purple continued to bite his bottom lip as Red made it a point not to meet the dark pink eyes staring at them.
None of them moved, the tension in the room thick enough to cut. Eventually Purple cleared his throat and stepped away from Red. The instant that the violet Tallest moved Zim bolted at the door, desperate enough in his want to get away from the leaders of Irk to take his chances outside of the safety of the room.
Nimble fingers flew across the access panel, seeking the code that would open the doorway. Red let out a cry, diving at Zim. He easily tackled the smaller one, pinning the Invader on the floor with his superior weight. There was a frightened scream and Red felt the one underneath him buck and claw wildly. He hissed and narrowed his eyes, using his forearms to immobilize the flailing shorter's arms. The small one didn't stop moving, wailing as Red shifted, stopping all of Zim's movement.
“Listen closely Zim and listen well. I don't care who gets a hold of you right now. But when you try to endanger Purple...” Red trailed off with a growl, unable to think of a suitable threat. Beating the crap out of the Invader hadn't seemed to faze him. The only thing that had didn't seem right any more. He still didn't quite believe Zim but he'd rather not take the chance. They'd find out for sure after the Solstice and if Zim was lying.... Then they had something to pin on him, something to finally put the diminutive Irken in his place.
Zim swallowed slowly, his throat having gone dry when he had been pinned. He lay absolutely still, waiting for the inevitable. Red had caught him and was going to, was going to... He couldn't press in the whimper of fear that escaped him when he felt the much taller Irken move. He nodded, all the while hoping that the crimson Tallest would let him go.
“Let him go Red, he's terrified.” Purple could see the contemplative look in his friend's eyes and knew that the other wanted to do something. Probably something very not nice as punishment for even daring to try and break out of the suite. While they were both absolutely furious with having Zim in their private room they weren't willing to risk themselves to throw the petit one out.
Red wasn't in a very good mood anymore. He had been cranky before but now it was worse. His hormones were all out of whack, making him irritable and grumpy. It made him want things that he wanted nothing to do with. The high chance of ending up pregnant wasn't worth relieving that craving inside. “Good.”
“Red...” Purple fought back a sigh and started to move toward the two. If Red wouldn't move himself he would do it for the other Tallest.
“Fine.” Red sulked and got off of the much smaller Irken. He stood off to the side, watching as Zim scrambled to his feet and backed into a corner. The Invader watched both of them skittishly and it made the crimson Tallest feel slightly bad for what they had done. Only slightly though. He felt that the smaller one had undoubtedly needed to be punished, they just went about it a little wrong.
He continued to sulk, going to a far corner. The three of them stayed in a corner of the room, all of them edgy. He watched Purple in particularly. The violet Tallest had that odd look in his eyes again. It usually meant that he was going to be up to no good again. It wasn't widely known but the violet eyed one had a devious streak the size of Irk. Oh they knew that the one Tallest was loud and tended to point out the obvious but they never got to see the side of Purple that he did.
The side that was going to get them into trouble.
“Reeeed,” Purple purred, shooting the wary crimson eyed one a different look. Violet eyes had a strange sheen and their owner stalked forward slowly, still thoughtful of the other presence in the room. Though it was a fading thought as his careful movements brought him before his co-Tallest.
Red leaned back, not wanting the other in his personal space. Unfortunately he was followed, his co-leader grinning in a disturbing manner. “Purple, go back to your-mmf!” Red was cut off as lips pressed against his, making him moan. His legs felt weak and he grabbed at the other's shoulders, leaning against him and deepening the kiss.
Purple grinned and linked his arms around the thin waist. He broke the heating kiss and turned his lips loose on the barely exposed neck. Light breathy moans and a tightening grip were his rewards, encouraging him to reveal more of the light green flesh. He nibbled lightly along a strong jaw while one hand danced up to undo armor clasps.
“Hnnnn, enough Pur....” Red groaned, coming back to himself as his neck was left alone. He pushed at the other a little but didn't unhook his arms from armored shoulders. As much as the touches felt wonderful-especially during the Solstice when his body was screaming to breed-he didn't want to deal with the consequences. The off chance that he or Purple would end up pregnant wasn't worth it.... though they were both carriers of the tall gene so they were much less likely that they would impregnate another carrier.... He shook the spiraling thoughts away and extracted himself from his co-Tallest's pouting grasp.
Purple pouted fully, looking at the other with pleading eyes. He inched forward longingly. He knew that Red wanted it just as much as he did; every Irken wanted to breed during the week long Solstice. He bit his lip when the other Tallest turned away with a longing sigh. The crimson one wanted it as well.... so why? He glanced around, his eyes catching on the only other occupant in the large room. Zim. The small Irken looked shaken, wide magenta eyes staring at him in horror.
A sly grin crossed his face and he glanced back at Red who was very subtly sending glances at the cowering Invader. Either the crimson one was shy... or.... A shark like grin spread on Purple's face and he wondered briefly if it was even possible for it to work but then shook the thought away. He would succeed, he was a Tallest after all.
Dark pink eyes were frantic as they tried to see a way to escape. None presented themselves and their owner thought of trying for the door once more but as much as he wanted away it would be safer in the room. Even if the Tallest did do what they had threatened to. Tallest Purple was stalking forward ever closer he was quickly running out of options.
When the violet eyed one finally reached him it was all he could do not to bolt to the other side of the room. He stared up, craning his neck as he wondered what was going to happen to him. Would Purple try and touch him since Red had refused? Why was it so different that the crimson had asked to be left alone and got his wish? Was it really the height? He swallowed a whimper as the violet Tallest crouched down, still looking down at him.
“We're going to move into the bedroom and you're coming with us” Purple winced and pulled at his cheeks. That was not what he had wanted to say. At very least not like that anyway. Dark pink eyes had widened exponentially and he winced, knowing that he had very little time to redeem himself. “Not like that! I uh... don't trust you alone with the door, yeah....”
Zim was skeptical as he listened to the violet Tallest try and talk him into going willingly to what would probably be his doom. He had two options, neither of which was pleasant. He could go willingly and end up undoubtedly violated once more, or he could struggle and be forcefully taken anyway, possibly beaten as well. He bowed his head and took a deep breath. He would take what ever measure of control he was offered. Even if it was really nothing more than an illusion.
He got to his feet, his knees almost shaking as his shirt only covered half of his thighs. He pulled it down a little ways, until his arms could reach no more. He kept his eyes darting and alert, wary of any sudden movement. Beside him the violet Tallest stood with a grin that made his breathing falter. He had a sinking feeling that he was going to be regretting his decision very soon.
Purple lead the way casually, calmly trying to keep the grin off of his face as he walked past the other Tallest. Red looked at him strangely, crimson eyes following him and his short companion. His antennae twitched, belaying a hidden motive but Purple managed to keep them relatively still as he opened the door to the bedroom and stepped in after Zim. He left the door open and motioned for Zim to stand by the bed. Not looking to see if the Invader had complied he flopped down gracelessly on the bed.
Zim had frozen for only a second before he did as he was ordered. Maybe, just maybe they would leave him alone? Purple didn't seem to want anything from him anymore, perhaps he only wanted to rest? But then why make him join the Tallest in their very private bedroom? He held his arms around himself self-consciously and stood stock still a few arms lengths away but still beside the bed. If the violet eyed one wanted... those things from him he certainly wasn't going to make it easy. He might be able to hold off the one Tallest if he was lucky. The last times he had always been cornered by three of more.... He shook his head and glanced at the violet garbed one. Why was he just laying there?
Purple lay almost spread-eagled on the bed, his head turned only slightly so that he could watch the door. Soon the curiosity would overwhelm the crimson Tallest and he would peek in, until then he was going to wait on the bed. He didn't move, but his antennae twitched with the vibrations of Zim's movements. Apparently the Invader was feeling rather fidgety. Probably nervous. They hadn't exactly started the day out on good terms. Thoughts of perhaps trying to console the very short one danced in his mind. But they quickly flitted off, he was Tallest and he answered to no one.
Zim couldn't help twitching nervously. There was a distinct feeling in the air but for the life of him he couldn't place it. It was a familiar feeling but it lacked something, making it seem almost foreign yet at the same time familiar. His fingers curled and uncurled, claws biting into his hands with every tightening grasp. As he was fidgeting he could see a shadow stretching across the floor, creeping along. Behind the shadow he could see gleaming crimson eyes and it made him take an involuntary step back.
Red couldn't stand it anymore. He had to know what was going on. Purple had just so randomly gone into the room and more surprisingly with Zim in tow. A Zim that hadn't fought or put up any sort of struggle. It had picked at him, wanting to be known until he gave in and stalked over. He had slowly peeked in, confused when he saw the violet Tallest just laying there with the Invader standing off to the side. Neither was doing anything and he eyed them. What the Blorch was going on? He stepped into the room silently, freezing when hazy violet orbs caught his own.
Purple's grin was feral as he caught the other Tallest sneaking into the room like a curious cadet. He turned slightly, curling just a bit so that he was properly facing the other. He smirked at the look on his friend's face and couldn't resist poking at the other. “Is there something you wanted?” He grinned more when he saw a light blush dart across strong cheeks before fading away.
“What are you doing in here?” The rest of the question went unsaid though he did spare a glance over to the frozen Invader. Red had a feeling that Purple was up to something devious and as much as he may have wanted to know what the other was up to he certainly didn't want to get caught up in it.
“Oh you know,” Purple responded casually, waving his hand in the air imperially. He stretched his legs out with a moan and watched the crimson Tallest swallow slowly. Red was having just as much trouble as he was and he had every intention of milking it for all it was worth. The touching and the mostly stolen kiss had not helped his libido at all. Now his body was all but screaming at him, when before it had only been a minor thing. Something that could be for the most part ignored. His mind was in agreement with his body. It would be good and he was going to get what he wanted.
Red rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed despite his mind saying that it was very stupid. He was so very close to saying to heck with it and ravishing Purple but good. Once again his eyes trailed over and found Zim, looking more and more uncomfortable as time trailed on. The crimson Tallest sighed and keeled over, grumbling into the blankets. He could feel the violet one inch closer and he pressed his face deeper into the bed, trying to figure out what he was going to do.
Purple pouted as the other Tallest ignored him. That wasn't how he wanted this to go. “Zim, you can sit over there,” He let his voice trail off at the traumatized look on the shorter's face. He pondered for a moment, waiting to see if the little one would move under his own power or not. When the Invader didn't move so much as an antennae widths closer he reached over and pulled the shorter onto the bed.
Zim struggled wildly, trying to break free of the strong grip around his arm. “My Tallest, please, no!” He was thrown onto the bed, belly first. He flailed, eyes wide as he tried to get up and away. He couldn't just let this happen. Not again. Never again.
When the bed had shifted so suddenly Red had turned his head and watched with a sort of detached gaze. “I thought we're supposed to leave him alone.” He couldn't help but pick back at the other, it was what they did. He wasn't being snide though and he was genuinely interested in what the violet eyed one was up to. He was still of the opinion that Zim needed to be punished.
“I'm not doing anything,” Purple retorted back sullenly. Why was it that the crimson garbed one always thought he was up to something? Never mind that he actually was up to something this time....
“Yet, you mean.” Red finished. He always knew when the other was up to something. He just didn't usually figure out what it was until it was to late. Now he was at least positive that it involved Zim somehow. He wasn't sure of how the magenta eyed one was involved as of yet, but he would figure it out.
Purple pouted and turned away from accusing crimson orbs. Why did Red have to be so suspicious? He was planning something but with how everything was going it seemed like it might not work. Especially if his crimson friend was so suspicious. Zim would take some real convincing though..... As he thought about how he was going to bring his plan into fruition he trailed a finger down from where his hand had been resting on the silver and light pink PAK.
Zim shuddered, muscles tensing as the finger trailed down his back. One pass and it was gone, his body slowly relaxing. What was Purple planning on doing? Was he going to be tortured like this? Slowly and agonizingly violated? He lay perfectly still, waiting for the next touch. Where was the next touch, when was it going to come? He turned his head ever slowly, becoming inanimate when his magenta met shining violet.
Purple couldn't help the grin that split his face, he really couldn't. When those luscious pink eyes met his own he couldn't help but be drawn further in. He really didn't want to hurt the smaller to much, but there was something in those eyes that just called to him. They left whispered messages in his mind, all but begging him to run his hands along that thin, short form. And despite the terror held deeply in those dark pink eyes he could see that Zim wanted the same thing.
So he obliged the much smaller one, flipping the half-bare form over and kissing lightly against shocked lips. He pulled away with a grin before letting go of the shorter arms and then rolling slightly back over to lean against a questioning looking Red. He smirked and leaned over the other tall Irken and ran his tongue along a mostly bared neck. He nipped once before settling back down, the sweet taste of the crimson eyed ones skin lingering in his mouth.
Zim hadn't thought to react as warm lips had gently moved against his own. It had been so different from any other touch he had ever received that he didn't know how to deal with it. His body lay frozen where it had been turned over, eyes staring blankly at the coloured ceiling. He had never been kissed before. It would change though, it always did. Something like a kiss wasn't going to change anything.
The violet Tallest licked his lips, eyes slowly darting between the two others on the bed. Zim would fight him for sure, screaming and crying. Not exactly what he wanted, not right now anyway. Red might put up a struggle, but would relent, giving in to the blazing heat as well.
Purple watched the crimson eyed one squirm uncomfortably and then leapt. Grinning he pinned the other almost casually and settled himself upon Red's hips. Before the other could protest he descended, lips meeting and antennae twining. Moaning he curled his tongue against stiff lips, slipping between them once he had coaxed a delicious groan from his partner.
Breath caught in his throat before it was stolen away. Crimson eyes had fallen shut and Red couldn't help but moan into the thieving kiss. His hands curled, trying to grasp at the other while he fought with himself. It was a losing battle as he tried not to give in to the wants of his body and his soul. Irk, he wanted so much to share something like this with the other Tallest but he was in all honesty, scared. He was afraid of what it would lead to, what it could mean to their relationship.
Gasping he managed to pull away long enough to take a breath. Closing his eyes and doing what he did best, he threw caution to the wind and took Purple's lips against his own. Tongues battled as he tried to arch up and gain some semblance of control. He moved his antennae slowly, brushing the smooth stalks along the black lengths of his soon to be lover.
Purple beamed to himself as he felt the other Tallest respond, a shaky moan escaping him as he felt his antennae lightly touched. Hesitantly he let one of the wrists that he had pinned go so that he could run his hand down a satin cheek. Rubbing his thumb across a high cheekbone, he pulled away from the kiss to latch onto a quivering antenna. He suckled lightly, drawing feathery cries from the one beneath him.
Red moaned and hissed, pressing his free hand against his partner's waist. Tingles ran rampant through his veins and his only thought was there needed to be more touch. So he twisted his neck ever so slightly and up so that the other was given a clear canvas. “Yesssss.”
“M'glad you agree,” Purple hummed, nibbling and sucking as his hands dipped down farther. Dancing across armor deft fingers found latches and clasps, quickly undoing them. The body beneath his writhed as his long fingers found their way under the robes and the undershirt, ghosting along the soft bare flesh.
Zim eyed the other two on the bed, unsure of what to do. This was unlike anything he had seen before. Tallest Red seemed to be enjoying what his violet partner was doing to him but that didn't make any sense. Breeding wasn't supposed to be pleasurable... at least not that good, was it?
He tried to curl away and ignore them but it was almost impossible with all the noise they were making. Every single cry made him jump and want to pull them apart. How could they enjoy it? He knew that their bodies wanted it, but that didn't mean that they had to pretend that it felt good. He knew it hurt, knew it was just bad. That was why they cried out in pain, why there was so much shouting. It had to be the reason. It was his reason.
Quivering antennae were grabbed harshly despite their earlier rough treatment. Their owner pulled them down, trying to keep the sounds, the sight of everything out. A thought of using the Tallest's distractedness made his squeedlyspooch tie itself in knots. Even after what they had done to him, even with what he knew they were probably planning to do he couldn't bring himself to betray them in anyway. He couldn't break out through that door. He'd only end up where he started but he would have endangered the Tallest as well. It was low of him but he honestly hoped that they would stay occupied with each other.
Another warbling cry escaped the crimson Tallest as he was divested of his pants and robes while his undershirt was bunched up beneath his open chest armor. A sultry grin was plastered onto his other's face and for a moment he was almost afraid but the feeling was quickly swept away by far more pleasant ones as his lips where taken in a fiery kiss.
Purple grinned to himself as he let his hands roam free. He hadn't expected his crimson other to be so docile. Not that he was going to complain, it was certainly going to make things easier for him. Pulling away from the kiss and sitting up, he undid his gauntlets and tossed them aside. Smirking, he leaned back down and began his assault anew.
Crimson eyes were half lidded as almost hypersensitive flesh was ghosted over, body shuddering in anticipation. A long moan was drawn out of him as nimble fingers massaged his chest. He watched as shivers ran through his soon to be lover's form with every sound he made. Grinning, he let louder sounds tumble out as he brought up the courage to move his own hands. Almost hesitantly at first, the bolder, he slid his palms down full hips and across strong thighs. He repeated the move using his claws, the scratches lightened to delightful teases because of the robes and pants.
Violet eyes fluttered shut as his body caught aflame from the changing touches. Quieter moans and breathy pants flowed from him as he took a moment to bask in the attention. Only a moment before he decided that it wasn't enough, not enough skin on skin. At least, not the important parts. Rolling over quickly he hiked up his robes and shucked off his pants, tossing them at a random corner.
As soon as his lover-to-be rolled off he followed, planting himself on top of Purple. He nestled himself in between spread legs, leaning forward to plant a sweet kiss on sweeter lips. Pulling back just a little he hovered before snapping forward carefully and taking the bottom lip between his lips. Nibbling he dragged his claws and and down strong thighs.
Purple hissed out as dark blue marks were left in the wake of the claws, moaning out when the movements caused his crimson other's form to brush against his inner thighs. With an almost voracious need he ran his hands up the other's back, taking special care to tease the sensitive skin around the PAK. He darted his tongue along the edges of his co-leaders lips in an attempt to free his own. As soon as he was granted his desire he swept the lips back up in a fierce kiss, leaving them both breathless.
Shivering as a vital area was toyed with, Red nudged his hips forward just enough so that their lengths accidentally brushed. Two drawn out groans merged into one as they broke the kiss, panting. Pulling back so that they didn't touch he gently turned his co-Tallest's head to the side and began to flutter light kisses along the smooth neck. One hand snuck upwards and ran tauntingly across twitching antennae. Light moaning keen were drawn out from the other and he continued, not seeing that his other wanted more.
Violet eyes were beginning to show frustration as his co-leader didn't seem to want to get on to the main event. Growling he brought his hands in close and pushed forcefully, knocking the other Tallest off of him. Swinging with the force of his push he rolled them both over so that he was nestled on top once more. “I like being on top.”
Red pouted for a moment but the feeling was quickly tossed aside as his violet partner rocked back against him and sent devious hands roaming and groping. Squirming beneath the weight of his lover-to-be he wondered if it was going to feel any better than what he felt now, heat surging through him and tingles rushing through his veins. He let his hands settle on the other's hips and moaned as those mischievous hands dipped lower and grasped his hard member.
Purple gazed down at the other almost imperially, stroking lightly as he wondered what to do. He could tease some more or he could do what he had wanted to do all week long. Greedily he stopped and leaned forward, decision made. Kissing lightly before pulling away once more and pulling his hands back to himself. Using his knees he pinned the other's long arms, stopping from interfering.
With only a hint of hesitation he sent his hands up his robes which had billowed out over top of both of them when he had flipped back on top. Still watching he trailed his hands up his thighs, small keens falling from him as his fingers met their destination. He pushed them inside, moaning as they slid into the very slick passage with ease. Fucking himself on his fingers he had to force his knees down when Red tried to move and help him along.
Pulling his fingers away, he hissed in need as he kept the crimson one pinned beneath him. Bitting his lip he was careful as he settled himself over the long dripping length. Grasping the heated member he moaned in time with his co-leader as he inched himself down on it. Pleasure unlike any other coursed through him and he struggled to keep himself whole as he was filled. Biting his lips he twitched his hips, wondrous friction burning into his body. It was everything he wanted, everything his body craved.
Crimson eyes were slitted as their owner hissed, gripping smooth hips. It was amazing, wonderful. Good simply wasn't enough of a word to describe how it felt. He slowly rocked up, heavy groans tumbling from his lips. The wet heat surrounded his length as he helped the other slide up and down. He petted along the smooth thighs that were working up and down to keep their motions fluid.
“More, more!” Purple cried out, thrusting down as best he could. His face was a mask of euphoria as his co-leader pounded into him. He couldn't help but cry out in pleasure every time that Red snapped upward. His breath was coming in short pants and he keened longingly, wanting more of the rough thrusts. It was everything he wanted right now. Yet it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Something was missing and he needed it.
Bouncing up and down he reached back between Red's legs. The angle was awkward but the surprised cry of pleasure was well worth it. Rubbing and teasing he continued to work his fingers inside the other while he was thrust into. Jarring movements and the ever loudening moans that spilled from the crimson ones lips was what he had been missing, what he had needed. Small keens escaped him as the thrusts came faster and faster. Twitching his fingers he groaned as he stared down at his co-Tallest with half-lidded eyes. The other looked undone, strong fingers digging into his hips as he tried to drive his fingers inside in time with the bouncing thrusts.
Just when he had thought he had reached his peak Purple did something that sent him careening over the edge. He fell willingly, driving his hips up in one last near brutal motion. Faint breathy cries were rushed as he gasped at the feeling. Never before had he felt anything like it. The other Tallest had him crying out as he was fully exploited. Screaming, he didn't even notice that the violet one's other hand was cutting off part of his own orgasm.
Purple whimpered as he held his own member tightly, cutting off part of his own completion. He stayed atop, shuddering from the after effects of his sudden decision. It was for a good cause, that was what he had to keep telling himself. It wasn't just about him, no matter how much he wanted it to be all about himself. Pulling himself up and off with a contained groan he moved completely off of his partner.
Crimson orbs followed their partner lazily, wondering what the other was up to. Arching his back until something popped he propped himself up on his elbows, watching the other shiver. He could see the hard length jutting from the lean form and sat up a little more, reaching over to finish his co-Tallest off completely.
Pushing helpful hands aside, the violet garbed one nudged himself between long legs. “I'm not done with you yet.” Running his claws along trembling thighs he pressed himself closer until hips met. Letting his hands run up he scratched lightly at antennae, pulling and massaging his friend into a relaxed goo.
“Not done? What else are you-oohhhh,” Red's reply dissolved into moans as the fingers made their way back down and inside him. Spreading his legs a little wider he encouraged the touches. His lips were brutally kissed and he reached out his tongue so that they brushed and wrapped around each other. Moans from the other tingled against his lips making him keen into the kiss.
Purple untangled his tongue and pulled back, dragging his tongue and lips down the long form. He held the smooth thighs open, not sure what to expect as he drew his tongue along the slit that concealed the spent member. Strong legs tensed around his head and startled cries of pleasure rang in his antennae. Smiling deviously he ran the very tip of his tongue along the slit, wiggling back and forth and enjoying every cry that pierced the room. He continued to bury his fingers in the lower slit, kissing and teasing the higher one.
Red ran the tips of his claws across antennae appreciatively. It was everything he could want at the moment. Sharing such an act with his other and the pooling heat in his belly made the first reactions seem pathetic in retrospect. He groaned in disappointment as the fingers were pulled away. He couldn't help but arch his hips up, accidentally knocking the other down so that the hot tongue passed along his lower slit.
Cautiously the violet one ran his tongue back along the slit, breaching inside and pulling back out repeatedly. Desperate sounds moans and pleads were echoing in the air and he felt a slight twinge of pity for the other. Enough that he stopped his lapping and pushed his tongue all of the way inside, curling his tongue in pulse like motions.
Various moans and cries peppered the air as the crimson Tallest found himself arching against the other. He sighed almost happily and sweet moans were worked from him. Pulling tenderly on the smooth stalks he groaned as the tongue was pulled away. That had been entirely to short for his liking. It had pooled fire in his belly and now he didn't know how to get rid of it. It was tight and curled insdei of him, seeking release in a way that he didn't know how to fulfill.
The violet Tallest smiled as he hiked his co-leader's hips up and placed long legs around his shoulders. Grasping himself he nudged forward so that the tip met the wet slit. Rocking gently he pushed in and pulled out, sliding in a little deeper each time. Each time he pulled out the other's claws would dig in a little deeper and cause him to jolt just a little. Finally he slid all of the way inside, settling for a moment before pulling out once more. Snapping his hips forward he began an almost harsh pattern, quickening and slowing. He panted with effort and pleasure as the other's tight heat engulfed him.
Red gripped narrow shoulders, his voice echoing across the room as he was pounded into. Working his hips against his co-leaders he managed to drive the crazy amazing thrusts deeper. Holding tightly as he was rocked into he shakily tipped his head back and grabbed one of the hanging antennae into his mouth. Nibbling carefully he mewled almost pathetically, licking and sucking as best he could with the wonderful distractions. Every driving thrusts nearly blinded him as waves of fiery tingles would race through him.
Purple keened out long and loudly as he drove in faster and faster, the touches to his antennae dragging him on. It was beginning to be to much, to much everything as the delicious friction and soft touches surrounded him, sending him falling into a wake of pleasure that was only dwarfed by his earlier experience. He continued to thrust, working the last waves of pleasure and pressing against strong thighs to drag the other down with him.
Crimson eyes were screwed shut as the tightening coil in his belly sprung loose. Screaming out his co-leader's name, every muscle in his body tensed as he was rocked by the power of his completion. Waves of euphoria rushed through him, stealing his breath and nearly blinding him. Still clinging tightly, he loosened his grip on the other, relaxing fully into the embrace of the bed.
Shaking, he pulled away with a low moan. Thoroughly tired but definitely in a good way, Purple flopped down beside his partner. He hadn't thought that such activities would be so draining. He wasn't going to complain though. Dopey grin on his face he curled against the other, half turning into the bed. Such a good comfy bed.
“Again?” Red was grinning and Purple groaned into the bed. This was definitely not how he envisioned

spending the Solstice, not that he was going to complain to much. He just wanted to rest before they went at it again. He half-grinned and rolled over enough that Red was slightly pinned and couldn't do to much until he got up. He liked being on top and he had every intention of remaining there.
“No more for you,” Purple muttered and turned slightly tired eyes over to the almost forgotten occupant of the room. Huddled on the far corner of the ridiculously large bed was Zim, staring at them wide-eyed. He had forgotten about the other, too caught up in his own pleasure. It simply wouldn't do though to leave the shorter one out of the fun. Licking his lips he glanced back at his co-leader and they shared a devious look. They were going to make sure that the smaller enjoyed himself.
Red turned a little under the violet eyed ones weight, letting his own orbs fall on the wide-eyed one across from them. He licked his lips as he saw the confused and scared look on Zim's face. It made him want to touch, to play all the more. See what other sort of expressions he could drag out. Show the pink eyed one that it wasn't bad, but was very very good. It didn't matter that the smaller was going to tell them to stop, was going to plead with them. The little one didn't know what he was missing, what it felt like and Red had every intention of showing, or at least helping show.
Violet eyes glinted in the light as their owner skulked forward, flowing along the mattress. His target was curled up, senses dulled, making his objective all the easier. PAK-legs arose and he made sure he was in place before acting. It was swift, the thin legs wrapped around arms and legs, spreading the small body out on the extremely large bed.
A startled and fearful sounding squawk escaped from Zim as he was assaulted. The silence and lack of motion had given him hope, hope that they had forgotten about him completely. Unfortunately it was not to be as he lay spread-eagled, one Tallest peering down at him while the other began to slink over. Dark pink orbs widened and he thrashed desperately, not wanting anything that he knew was going to be coming. He made no sound, to frightened to think to shout out.
Nimble fingers darted forward, bunching up the long shirt, exposing slim hips and a petit waist. Lips were bitten as their owner took in the sight of the one below him. He had never seen such a small Irken in such a manner, it was different, it was hot. And despite the fact that Zim was squirming and thrashing because he didn't want to be touched it only ignited something inside of him, something primal. It told him to ignore the sounds, the sight of what the Invader was doing, to take what he wanted. “Delicious.” He liked that little voice. It made what he was doing seem far less wrong.
Almost lazily the crimson Tallest settled himself down a little ways from Zim's head, watching placidly as his other continued to restrain the shorter. He reached forward, letting his hand brush lightly across flailing antennae. The black stalks stiffened, becoming ramrod straight like the rest of the smaller one's body. Muscles were locked and it made it all the easier for Red to caress the base and let his fingers trickle down to smooth cheeks.
Muscles froze as Zim locked up, whimpering pathetically. “N-no!” The soft and gentle touches continued, making his inside twist as feathery pleased feelings tingled down his spine. “Release Zim at once!” When his jumbled pleads were ignored he thrashed, hoping to catch the violet Tallest off guard. Dark pink eyes cast about frantically, hoping that some sort of miracle would appear and save him. Instead of a savior his violet defiler decided to lean down and press their lips together, the motion almost sweet. He screamed, trying to pull away but every time he was followed, the lips devouring his sanity.
Purple pulled back, licking his lips as he looked down at the pinned one. So sweet tasting, sugary in a way that Red wasn't. Red had that sweet taste as well, and he knew that he did too, but it was unique to each Irken and as much as he loved the way his crimson other tasted, Zim was addicting. Like fresh donuts, he couldn't get enough.
PAK-legs tightened ever so slightly, enforcing their grip and giving a light reminder that they would not be moved. Long tapered fingers dipped downwards, skimming along silky skin. Slender sides were sculpted into narrow hips that trailed down to lean thighs. Moving down even further he traced along rocking knees and taught calves only to dance back up to the lovely thighs. Letting out a contented sigh he let his hands settle their, rubbing and massaging gently as he spoke. “Relax Zim, this is for your own good. It doesn't hurt and I know you need this....”
Red watched his co-leader, letting his own fingers play along the Invader's neckline. As much as he enjoyed tormenting Zim and watching the shorter one writhe and suffer he getting more enjoyment from seeing Purple be so devious. It made his entire body shiver, having the other Tallest be so careless and more than almost cruel to a subordinate, especially one such as the Invader bound to their bed.
A smirk touched across sly lips and Red decided that his other had had enough fun. It was his turn to have a little fun with the dainty one. Cocking his head to the side he let his hands trail back up to hold a thrashing head in place. Achingly slowly he inched down, watching magenta eyes widen in fear as he got ever closer. Inaudible pleads and whispers were ignored in favour of silencing them with a inquisitive kiss. He hadn't kissed Zim yet and now that he was he wasn't so sure if he liked it. The kiss was delicious tasting but it lacked the passion that Purple had put behind it.
Purple hummed lightly to himself as he caught a glance of his co-Tallest kissing the small Invader. What a perfect distraction. The little one's legs had gone a bit slack but his arms were pressing harder trying to break away from the crimson leader instead of the violet one. He smiled and dragged his fingers down, making sure to press them enough that the almost lingering touches left blazes of heat in their wake. He let his fingers pause when he reached his desired destination.
Drinking in the sight before him he gave in to the need to touch. Palms and fingers moved together, skimming across a semi-hard length that was half-peaking out of its sheath while another set concerned itself with exploring a simple slit that they had teased only hours before. Through the edges of his vision he could see Red pull away, sitting back to watch contentedly.
Zim begged, verbally and physically. “Please my Tallest, I beg you, stop! I can't... nngh!” It was demeaning and a slight blow to his pride to act in such a manner but the almost caring touches were so far away from his previous experiences. Not that they had been anything good anyway. Which added in a whole new factor of fear for him. Fingers continued to violate, touch and tease. Lips bloody and eyes clenched he bucked and keened pathetically when it resulted in a finger sliding in ever so slightly. Why did they have to do this to him? Why couldn't they leave him alone? They had each other shouldn't that have been enough?
Another choked scream as a hand wrapped around his hardening length. The contrasting touches left his body confused, wanting both but wanting the fingers inside more. Zim thrashed mightily, his begging and pleading becoming more incoherent. He was loosing his sense of reality as his torture plowed onward.
Purple suppressed a groan of pleasure as watched his victim squirm. “I told you Zim, you need this.” Playing and touching he let his hands move, wanting desperately to make the Invader beg and plead for more. He bent down, letting his lips and tongue trail over searing skin. Lapping and soothing he played across smooth satin skin, tracing down one thigh and then back up the other.
The frightened cries made him frown and he nipped once, trying to get the message through that nothing was going to stop him. He was a Tallest after all. He always got what he wanted. And right now he wanted to see Zim squirming and begging in pleasure. A growl of frustration escaped him making his prisoner tense up in a manner that hadn't happened since the very first kiss. He let his finger work their way back to where they had been before, pressing thighs apart.
Time slowed down for Zim as those long fingers spread him, forcing his legs to open. He tried to kick out but sturdy PAK-legs held him fast while the fingers dove forward, rubbing against his entrance. Up and down and spreading the opening of the slit every so slightly. Sharp nips that sent fearful tingles up his spine danced across his hips, making them twitch sporadically.
He cried out as the fingers pressed all of the way inside, making him feel powerless once again. It was so wrong but it felt so good, the fingers spearing him in the way that his body craved every Solstice. His mind still screamed, unwanting of the touches. It always ended badly, it always lead to pain. No matter how good it felt at first.
“I won't hurt you,” Purple's voice was hoarse as he fought control himself. He needed to be so careful, the Invader being so much smaller than he. He licked carefully across an exposed neck, suckling at the front while he used his other hand to trail down along the clothed top. Bitting lightly he continued to thrust the fingers in as deeply as they would go. It would be the only way for him to pleasure the other in such a manner. He and Red were simply to big to even try without causing some fairly serious amount of pain and damage.
Lies, horrible, horrible smelly lies! Zim tried to choke out a plea, but nothing came as his voice carried across the room in a long frightened moan. His breathing had sped up tremendously as those long fingers continued to thrust into him, slowly and teasing before speeding up once more. Squirming and thrashing against the violet Tallest he never relented.
The heated attention to his neck was making it hard to think, especially when it was combined with the delicious friction and heat that was pooling in his belly. Gasping he tried again to speak, to plead for it to stop but it was strangled once more by his own cries of pleasure. “Sto-aah! Nnnn...” He didn't understand why the Tallest hadn't sought his own pleasure yet. Why did Purple continue only with the things that weren't going to hurt him physically?
A loud pleading keen escaped him as his body shuddered and bucked against the fingers. Tears fell as he fought with himself, trying to deny that he was enjoying it. He couldn't like it, it was horrible and awful-another sharp almost blinding jab of pleasure derailed his thoughts. Neck, antennae, touches flew along his body as another mouth and set of hands joined the first. Another finger joined the two inside of him and he wailed, mind falling completely away.
It was so much-to much-for his already torn mind to handle. He had tried and tried so very hard not to let it overwhelm him but the touches, oh the touches! Tingles and pleasurably feelings that weren't supposed to be, assaulted him, leaving him completely vulnerable. It wasn't supposed to feel so good. It wasn't supposed to sweep him away so that he couldn't speak, couldn't think. It was supposed to hurt and leave him broken, it was supposed to leave him scared and all these other horrible things. He was still scared but now it wasn't of being hurt in such a way, now it was scaring him because it felt good. He had never had this happen and it frightened him. He didn't know what to do.

Back arching, he gave in to the sweeping tides. The fingers that had been moving so frantically inside of him twitched as his legs clamped around the arms between them. Muscles locked as a wave of pleasure overwhelming pulsed through him. It was heady and unlike anything he had ever felt before. It washed through him, entire body relaxing in a way that it never had before. He couldn't think of any words to describe how it felt.
His entire body was shaking as his mind returned. Tears still trickled down his cheeks and he wasn't sure if there was any force in the universe that could stop them. Muscles were quivering and he whimpered as the fingers were pulled out and the mouth on his neck kissed along it lightly before pulling away as well. A kiss between his antennae and the other mouth was gone as well, leaving him feeling more bare then ever.
He suddenly felt like sobbing as he realized what had just happened. He had given in and no matter how wonderful it had just felt he couldn't rid himself of the feeling of being dirty. He curled his now free hands into the fabric and took a shuddering breath. Crying and breaking down wasn't going to change anything or make him feel any better. A bitter smile touched his face as he realized that somewhere along the way they had let go of him and he had given into the touches. What sort of mindless beast was he to have gone along with such things?
He lay perfectly still, not wanting to have to deal with everything around him. Above him the Tallest reached out to each other, caressing and touching inquisitively before meeting in a tender kiss. Zim shivered and inched away slowly. He couldn't help but fear that they would turn to him once more. Horrible violating touches that felt so good..... No! It was bad and they had hurt him and he needed to get away. He was able to slip completely off the bed as they were enraptured in each other. Licking his lips he stood on shaky legs, moving slowly so as not to attract their attention.
Eventually he managed to make his way out of the bedroom, the Tallest not looking away from each other for a moment. An almost hysterical chuckle escaped him before he squished it back, glancing back to the open doors nervously. Antennae and eyes were alert as he scrambled across the room to grab his pants and boots. It wasn't much but at the very least it would offer him a minute or two reprieve when they came after him once again.
Glancing around the room carefully he tried to find something he could use to fend them off. No lasers no weapons of any sort except for his own broken PAK-legs on the floor. They wouldn't be able to help him any. Continuing to try and find something his eyes once again found the door that lead out of the Tallest's suite. He stared at in longingly, unaware that he was moving towards it until his hands brushed across the control panel that would let him escape. Let him escape and possibly doom the Tallest. As well as himself.
A dark chuckle escaped him and he slipped down to his knees, resting his head against the door. He couldn't do it. He couldn't condemn them to such a fate. Tears slipped down his cheeks and he fought back hysterical laughter once more. Everything was so entirely messed up that he didn't even know what to feel anymore. Should he feel hatred and betrayal for what they did? Failure for being unable to stop them? Should he be okay with the unwanted pleasure they had given him? Should he want revenge, want them to suffer like he had?
Thoughts swirled and engulfed him, making his antennae fall back flat against his head. He began to knock his head against the strong door, trying to dislodge the thoughts or knock himself out. Which ever happened first. Loud thwacks emanated from the door, reverberating through the entire suite.
It was that sound that eventually drew the Tallest's attention away from each other. A frustrated groan escaped Red before he broke away from the heated kiss that he had been engaged in. Licking the lingering sweet tang from his lips he perked his antennae forward, catching the strange thudding sound once more. Looking around for any possible reason for the sound he noticed that they were short one occupant. “Purple..... where's Zim?”
“Why do you want to.... oh no!” Purple scrambled off of the bed and lurched to the door. Behind him he could here his crimson partner cursing. They were both thinking the exact same thing as they gunned it into the next room, going straight for the door that they were sure was going to be wide open. They were so sure that it was going to be open that when they weren't greeted by that sight they both fumbled to a stop, staring suspiciously. Their eyes traveled down and caught on the kneeling Invader banging his head jarringly into the door.
“What do we do about that?” Red whispered with a point. He shuffled a little behind his co-leader as the other was a fair bit more clothes than he was. Not that he had cared a few minutes ago but it was more than a little weird to be wandering around almost completely naked. Especially for an Irken.
Violet orbs were curious as they watched the Invader continue to harm himself. Zim looked dazed at best and it was obvious from the lack of frantic screams and movements that they hadn't been noticed yet. “We'll stay here until he knocks himself out, that shouldn't be to much longer.”
“Why aren't we just going to grab him?” Nimble fingers settled on half opened armor. Lean arms that were usually hidden by black and crimson robes hung about the other's lithe frame, more than a little distracted.
“Less trouble this way. I'm almost starting to get a headache from all his screams. Its kinda annoying.” Purple said flippantly. He had been nice and given Zim something other Irkens would have begged for. He could admit that he was grumpy but every Taller was edgy.... and he was just placing blame because he honestly didn't know why his squeedlyspooch kept lurching.
The thumping slowed and the crimson Tallest watching dispassionately as the Invader cracked his head against the door one last time. The small body lay still and he wasn't surprised to see a small smear of blood along the door where Zim's head had connected over and over again. The tiny form was still slumped against the wall, unmoving.
The still mostly clothed Tallest broke away from his other's distracting touches and knelt beside the unconscious form. Callously he grabbed the back of the uniform and hefted the light body up, carrying him back towards the room that he and Red had come from.
The other Tallest followed sedately, watching with a bit of curiosity. Purple was in a strange mood and he wasn't quite sure what the other was planning on. He didn't know most of the time but at least then he could get a general enough impression to figure out what was going on in his friend's brain. Now he had no idea and it was making him ever more curious. What were they going to do to the little Invader who was so clearly defective? Darker ideas pooled to the front of his mind, making him smile. While he might have felt a little sorry for the shorter's situation concerning the Solstice, he held no pity concerning anything else.
Standing at the threshold Purple didn't know what to do with the Invader in his grasp now that he was at the doorway. He could continue in and drop the body somewhere or he could lay the smaller one down carefully on the bed. He could also just turn back around and carefully open the door that kept them safe long enough to toss the menace outside. The last thought didn't bode well with his insides and he settled for stepping into the room with a sigh, taking care to lay the petit form almost lovingly.
Red was absolutely silent as he followed the other Tallest around, watching everything carefully. He could see that the other wasn't in the mood to play anymore and despite the demands of their bodies he found himself agreeing. He wandered over to the side and picked up a large blanket which he draped over his shoulders before pulling his violet eyed friend down onto the bed with him.
Violet orbs blinked slowly and Red pressed back the urge to smile softly. The blanket was carelessly thrown over the other and he glanced into lazy orbs, trying to figure out what his co-leader wanted. Giving up for the moment he inched closer and closer until he was cuddled right up against the other. Armor was cold but he put up with it, tucking his head under Purple's chin. He sighed contentedly as they both lay together, silent and comfortable in each other's presence.
A tiny groan escaped Zim as he found himself waking up groggily. Where was he? Soft... where ever he was it was soft and comfortable, surely no where bad. He let his eyes stay shut, ignoring the thudding pain in his head. He had probably gotten the injury at skool or something fighting with the Dib. He was too comfortable to try and reason with logic at the moment. He snuggled down into the feathery softness, curling up a little as a gentle pleased mewl escaped him.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, in the haze between rest and waking but a thought came to him suddenly making his eyes snap wide open. It was the Solstice and he didn't have anywhere safe to be. Muscles tensed and coiled he rose up slowly, eyes wide as he took in every aspect of the room. He was on a huge soft and beautiful bed, one that he was frightened to see he was sharing.
A little ways away from him the Tallest lay together, a blanket draped cape like over Red with just a little thrown over the violet leader. They were entwined, eyes closed and the picture of serene. Dark pink orbs were wide as their owner backed up slowly, eyes trained on the two ahead of him.
Crimson eyes blinked open, glancing down along his other's form to see a terrified looking Zim backing away and trying to get out of the room. That wasn't going to do, Purple had brought the little menace into the room for a reason and he had an idea of what that might be. “Don't you dare move, soldier!” Red barked out almost instinctively, making sure to keep his voice down so as not to wake the one beside him. He had gotten used to issuing commands rather quickly when he had become Tallest. Once he was sure that the Invader wasn't going anywhere he laid back down, puling the blanket back to his shoulder and snuggling up to his partner once more.
Zim was frozen, antennae laid as flat as they would go. Eyes wide and squeedlyspooch pulsing he turned fearfully, the terror of the unexpected driving him to slightly disobey the order. A strained whimper escaped him when he saw that the long forms were still on the bed, curled into each other. What were they going to do to him? He stood still as he waited, occasional tremors rocking through him as he pushed back the urge to bolt. Unaware of how long he waited, he didn't move until they did.
Bare legs peeked out from draping violet robes, stretching out. Rising up and resting on his elbows he smiled down at Red who was curling into the spot of warmth that he had left behind. Chuckling he pushed at the other and was rewarded with extremely displeased crimson orbs and a cranky looking pout.
Sitting up fully he gazed about their room imperially, letting his gaze fall on the only other occupant of the room. Said occupant was shaking like a leaf in the wind and looked ready to run for parts unknown. Beside him he could feel his co-leader sit up, pulling blankets up to wrap around majestically. Hesitantly he let his fingers brush against his other's, not taking his eyes off of Zim.
“I think we need to have a talk,” Purple said slowly, taking everything in. He had decided what to do when he and Red had been cuddled up close together. It was rather simple really and he didn't know why he didn't think of it sooner. Oh well, nothing they could do about it now anyway, they still had to wait out the Solstice.
“Indeed we do,” Red agreed, glancing into violet orbs to catch an idea about what they were going to be talking about. Obviously it had something to do with Zim. Maybe a way to get rid of him? He wasn't that lucky though, probably just something like getting a gene test. How boring.
“We do?” The Invader queried. It was an honest question. Did they need to have a talk? Would they really have a talk or would it just be more orders? Or worse, more of what happened before?
“Yes. Well more of an 'we're going to give you orders and you're going to follow them or be thrown out an airlock' sort of talk.” Violet eyes weren't hard but nor were they tender and forgiving. The Tallest had something that they wanted and when they wanted something, they got it. A hand danced around in the arm making some odd motions that seemed to hold no purpose other than keeping him occupied,
“Oh,” Zim whispered almost despondently. There wasn't really much of an option for him was there? Not that he was ever given an option. He was a soldier, he followed orders, no questions asked. That and he didn't want to die. He had suffered greatly in his life but he had never wished for death, ever. He may have been weak enough to be assaulted but he was not weak enough to seek death in such a manner.
A slight grin. Yup, a gene test was what Purple had in mind, at least that was what he gathered from his hand signals. Oh well, didn't mean he couldn't have a little more fun before they could leave the room. “Now, when the Solstice is over you are going to go see a Medical Drone.” Crimson eyes glanced over to his partner, getting that slight flurry of motion that meant he was on the right path.
Of all the things that the Invader had been expecting, being told he was getting ordered to see a Medical Drone was not one of them. Suspiciously he waited for something else, something horrible. There had to be something else that they wanted. They were Tallest, they could get whatever they wanted.
Red had a haughty look on his face as he spoke. “And then we're going to get the results of a genetics test. If it comes back positive for the tall gene you'll get an override code for the safety room next time.” Nodding once to himself he leaned back ever so slightly and curled his legs underneath the blanket.
“And if it comes back negative we'll do something bad. Really really nasty where you'll wish we killed you..... or something like that.” Purple finished. He wanted to curl up beside the mostly naked Tallest but managed to suppress the urge. The buzz that had been driving him was fading away, leaving a strange void behind.
“Eh? That's all, my Tallest?” Zim asked suspiciously, not willing to trust them just yet. Not after what they had done to him.
“M'yep,” Purple drawled lazily. He let his hand dip down to entwine with his partner's, squeezing gently. He was in a cuddling mood for some reason.
“Unless you want something else,” Red purred evilly, leaning forward in a way that he knew would terrify Zim. He could feel the other Tallest trying to get close without looking like he was and it made him grin all the more. He could snuggle with his co-leader and tease the Invader until he was a pile of goo.
“No!” The shrieked word was enforced by a flail of motion, stumbling back away from the Tallest. Panting from the sudden exertion he curled into himself, keeping weary, sketchy eyes trained on the ones tormenting him.
“Well you're no fun,” Red pouted and swept his blanket cape around himself while dragging his discarded clothes closer to himself. Piece by be piece he dressed, sending Purple teasing grin as he continued to cover himself up once more. By the end of it the violet one looked fidgety but not nearly as much as he had been hoping for.
A long deep sounding bell tolled, reverberating throughout the room. All of their antennae were on end, unsure if they had heard the sound correctly. It rang again, twice more before falling silent. How was it possible that the week long Solstice was already over? They hadn't wasted that much time, had they? Zim turned the days through his head, counting in the five that he had spent hidden in the closet and then factored everything else in. Seven days had indeed passed. He hadn't paid attention to his internal clock Uncertainly he edged away from them, heading for the door.
“Remember Zim, if you lied...” Red trailed off, letting the Invader's creative imagination think of something truly awful.
“Of course my Tallest, Zim remembers everything!” Everything. He pressed back a shudder and repressed the urge to bolt straight to the doors. He typed in the code he had used to enter and watched them open. After they opened Zim sent one last look back at the Tallest. They hadn't been forgiven for what they had done to him and they may never be, but they had redeemed themselves slightly, if ever so slightly. And who knew, maybe next time he would join them willingly. He scoffed at that thought and continued carefully on his way, wondering what would happen in the next fifty years before the next Solstice.

Last Note: Yeah, yeah, I know... crazy alien heat thing. Its been done to death. I just wanted to add my own little version. Cracked as it is. And OMFG this is craaaap but I worked on it forever so it gets posted anyways. Feedback is appreciated and loved~!
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