Valentine Valentine

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Zim stepped up the stairs leading him to his home-quarters, hands clasped around his back, keeping something from view.

Ears perked at the approaching sound of Irken footsteps, eyes fluttered open around one bruised and swollen cheek. The boy hurriedly half-stumbled to his feet in anticipation.

"Diiiib," Zim cooed, all sickly sweet and utterly dark in it's innocence.

A shiver raced through Dib as he glanced around to determine his own whereabouts. He limped forward a few steps, toward the sound of his 'lovers' voice.

Zim stepped out of the shadows, his smile shifting when he saw the boy on his feet. The odd mix of anger and concern he reserved only for the Dib appeared on the Irkens face. But at the sight Dib fell backwards onto the couch covered with blankets for his convenience and Zim was easily appeased.

"It's Valentines Day today," Zim reminded the boy slowly, sly grin returning," so I got you a present."

Dib almost blushed, but his body couldn't spare the blood so he put all his effort instead into looking hopeful and excited - face conveying what his throat no longer could.

Zim moved closer before bending down with a soft kiss, pulling Dib into it almost gently.

When they parted Zim pulled his hands from behind his back and held his prize between them.

Zim's hands dripped that perfect shade of crimson-red. The small, no longer beating muscle sitting snug between the aliens palms.

Dib blinked in unsure indecision before glancing up at his 'lover' in silent question.

Zim pushed his face closer again, "We caught the Membrane," he explained away the heart in his hands, "the last resistance is gone."

Dib's own heart raced in realization and he hurriedly pushed his lips onto Zim's.

"No more battles," Zim agreed between kisses, "no more losses," both boys flinched at the word, and at their shared action, Zim raised on bloody hand to the bruise still on Dib's cheek, tracing it down to the thick still-healing scar along Dib's neck and further still along the pale skin patterned with scars and bruises in many stages of healing. Some where from the frantic nature of their kisses, but most were, "no more temper-tantrums."

Dib reached forward for the heart of his now dead father, eager for the promises and hope it held and with blood staining his hands and his eyes firmly locked on Zim, he ran one greedy hand over the organ and the other along the thin green thigh so near to him. His eyes sung with hope, half forgotten in the mess of things.

Zim's eyes shone with unstable promises.

Glittered with the ache and beauty of this ever present need.

After all- from one insane alien to another, what was a broken little heart shaped promise?

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Jaffa looooves dark valentines gifts, even if she finishes them late, and uploads them even later!