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Zim searched everywhere for his lost counterpart, trying his hardest to find the raven haired boy.
With this Zim began to neglect his own basic needs, he neglected sleep, he hardly ate anything, it was almost like he had lost himself instead of his lover.
Three weeks passed and Zim never found Dib, ultimately he gave up, and remained home, often laying on the couch, crying, waiting for Dib to come home, even if the smeet had stopped all of it's movement.
Today he was crying so horribly that he had not heard someone come in though the door, nor did he hear their footsteps as they came closer. He didn't notice until the person was by him, casting a shadow over his line of sight.
Zim gave out a hoarse voice, unable to see though his tears, "D-Dib?"
However instead of Dib's voice rang the voice of a female, "No Zim, now get up! Face me!"
Zim slowly allowed his watery eyes to open a small bit, shockingly it was Tak who had invaded his home, however Zim
Zim opened his eyes, his body had a dull yet meaningful pain, that made him smile, hoping that it had really happened, that he had really had shared his body with the person he had loved since. . . Since he first had met him. . . That was true, Zim always had loved Dib, and this was his wake up call.
Zim wouldn't have survived without Dib, he would have given up long ago on life, he would have went out like a flame without oxygen.
Zim put his hand on his swollen abdomen, smiling softly, and purring lightly. This was his life, and he was going to make it a good one with his offspring and his lover.
He now sat up and looked at the sleeping boy, then leaned over, lightly kissing his raven hair. Zim then stood and carefully walked to the bathroom, going in there for light. Then he cleaned and redressed his head wound, and cleaned himself off, then dressed.
After his clothes were back on he went back into the living room back to the couch, now holding a
(I will warn you now that this chapter contains extreme sexual content, viewer digression is advised. But if you like a good sex scene, here you go!)
Dib moved his hands to Zim's bottom, pulling the alien right onto his hard erection.
Zim blushed, not knowing what was going on, but his body was telling him to be very comfortable with it, his PAK agreeing. However himself didn't know if he should or not, but he didn't fight anything.
Dib pet his head, drunken smile on his face, as he took Zim's antenna between his fingers, lightly rubbing them, causing Zim to relax and nuzzle into him.
Zim looked up at him, purring, mind blurring, and becoming fuzzy. Dib smiled at him, "You're so b-beautiful~"
Zim registered his words and purred, "I know~"
Dib chuckled then told him to move, Zim did so, rubbing against Dib's erection.
Dib lightly moaned, then asked, "T-tell me Zim, what do you have in your pants?" He was still rubbing his antenna.
Zim purred, "From w-what
Zim slipped in and out of darkness, but once it was day time he was able to pick himself up off the floor, and kinda crawl into the bathroom to take a look at his head. Once inside he shakily stood, and got close to see. . . There was a big gash, that was still bleeding horribly on his head, and it seemed to have metal stuck in it.
He bit his lower lip, to keep himself from crying out, as he pulled the metal, one shard at a time, out of the wound. Then he cleaned it out multiple times before he was satisfied that no infection should set in. . . Then he applied a bandage.
He had to wrap it around his head a few times, but soon it was on, and he felt a bit better.
Still Dib had broken his promise to never hurt him again. . . He had broken it, and that hurt Zim more that his injury. . . It wounded his soul. . . Which was deep in his data.
He closed his eyes, trying to breath steadily. The worst part was, that Dib didn't even come home last night
(Warning!!! Extreme content. You have been warned)
It felt good to her to feel the grass under her feet once again, to see the sky blue and see the sun instead of the Earth.
She took a deep breath, she had finally made it, she was finally back. . . Now Tak had a job to finish. . .
Professor Membrane could not find a sergeant to take on the mysterious DNA that he had discovered. . . He even offered big money, but no one wanted to take such a high risk.
He sighed, feeling dreadful. He knew he only had two options left. . . One was to grow it in a tube, which would make it unstable, or to ask Gaz to be it's mother. . . He preferred the latter out of the two.
Zim and Dib quickly went up stairs to see what had happened. Once there, they found GIR collecting supplies and other items, in such a hurry that he was making a racket. It was loud and hurt Zim's antenna, making him cover them with his hands.
Dib growled, "Stupid little worthless robot!"
It took awhile before Zim understood that now Dib was no longer out to harm him. It took even longer than that to get to know the raven haired boy.
It started the next day, Zim was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, as he watched Dib pace. Dib finally stopped, and reached out to help Zim up from the couch, getting a flinch as a response. Zim looked up at him and slowly took his hand, using it for balance, then standing.
He looked up at Dib, blushing a bit. He was embarrassed for flinching, though he had a brilliant cause.
Dib smiled softly, "Zimmy, I'm finished hurting you, okay?"
Zim nodded slowly, and Dib gave him a light pat on the head.
Now they went down to the lab together, squeezing into the elevator. The ride was silent, but Zim's mind was frantic with thought. It buzzed, "What if it's a sex he doesn't prefer? What if it looks too much like me? Will he be angry?"
Dib's mind however was lightly accepting this. It rang, "I can't believe I'm
Gaz and Keef began to chat, mainly about the depths of themselves, Gaz began, "What do you know about demons anyhow?"
Keef looked away from the television and at her, "Everything!"
She smirked, "Oh, really? Then where's the closest demon?"
Keef chuckled, "Well other than me, YOU are the closest demon!"
Gaz giggled, this was beginning to make her excited, "So a half blood like me?"
"Yeah, but my mom says not to talk about it much." Keef explained, smile never fading.
Gaz nodded, then realized, Keef wasn't that bad, maybe, just maybe the two could be. . . Friends?
Zim's eyes widened at the tears in Dib's eyes, at the embrace that had been forced up on him. Was this actually happening?
Zim pinched his side, and grimaced, yes Dib was hugging him, crying like a new born smeet. . . However Zim didn't mind.
Dib cried, "Why didn't you tell me? What would've happened if I would've hurt you? I could've killed it! Dear God Zim. . ."
Zim could smell the alc
Dib banged on the door, "Zim I know your in there! I know your secret!" The computer had locked the door to keep him out.
These bangs woke Zim from his peaceful sleep, making him jump. His face immediately went pale, as he shakily stood. . . Did Dib actually know? Or was he talking about something else? Please let it be something else, Zim begged the air.
Soon Zim unlocked the door and slowly stepped out, ready for punishment, but what happened shocked both him and the mini moose floating in the corner.
Gaz and Keef sat on the couch in Gaz's living room in her apartment. She had gotten into college early, and her father had bought her, her own home so she could be close to skool.
Gaz turned on the television, and they both watched in silence.
If only the world knew that the two most evil beings were in the same room, at least then it might stand a bit of a chance.
Tak tinkered with her ship, just like she always did, trying to fix it so she could retu
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