Author's Notice:

I'm so happy so many people are already interested in this twisted tale~ I very much enjoy writing it, especially little Cyan. I enjoy drama and action, so this story is going to have a heap load of it, but romance will continue to be sprinkled here and there.

Thanks again for all the lovely comments and I hope you join me for the next installment.

"Red Velvet"

'Chapter Four'

Dib was vaguely aware of a warm body pressed up against his spine; the shock of skin on skin sending a pleasant shudder through his system. He felt claws rake up his side, along his shoulder before they danced across his neck. Dib groaned softly into the pillows, hugging them closer as the pleasant waves of sensation began to course through his half-asleep body.

Mm…

Was he dreaming?

It was then he felt the sharp nip of teeth on his ear; the warm wetness of a tongue tracing the shell that he realized he couldn't be asleep – everything felt too real.

Dib slowly opened his eyes; his skin already feeling overly hot and confining as he blinked tiredly across the room at the far wall. He didn't have time to comprehend his situation when strong arms hugged him firm and those sinful teeth bit down hard on the junction where his neck met shoulder.

"Ahnn…!" Dib moaned; unable to hold back as Zim soothed the bruise with the silken softness of his tongue. "Zim." Dib said the Irken's name breathily, having hoped it would have come out cross, but that hadn't been the case.

Zim grinned to himself; thinking the way the human was reacting was a good sign, thinking perhaps Dib had forgotten their fight the previous day and would bend to his favor. "Hm?"

Dib opened his mouth to speak but came up short when Zim ground lewdly against him, making him very much aware of the Irken's present state of need. Dib nearly whimpered at the feel but tried to keep his resolve, "Zim, stop, just—"

Zim shifted their position, forcing Dib over on his stomach as he loomed behind him, his claws fisting into the sheets as he leaned his face down to bite firmly at the back of Dib's neck – enjoying the pathetic mewls the human made.

He couldn't help it when his eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feeling of teeth on his skin; his fingers coiling hard in the sheets as he tried to gather up his resolve. His breath hitched as Zim sucked on a particular sensitive spot of skin along his spine, "Mmm…" Dib groaned, falling victim to the alien's touches.

The Irken hunched over his prey, feeling the tension drain from Dib's body, which was an obvious sign the human was enjoying himself. "Good human." Zim purred, his claws raking over the flesh of Dib's hips as he nipped hungrily down the man's spine, leaving nasty little purple marks in his wake.

Dib arched his back, protests lost due to the heat flooding through his body, his breathing uneven as he shifted under the Irken; moaning at the feel of the alien's arousal digging into his lower back.

Zim's claws hooked under the hem of Dib's boxers, dragging them slowly down his hips as he moved ever lower down his captive's back. The Irken nibbled almost tenderly over every bump of his spine, his tongue darting out to lick at the human's tailbone.

Dib panted, his hips jerking unconsciously, trying to help Zim get his clothing off; the friction of the bed not nearly enough to soothe his throbbing need, "Zimmm~" He nearly whined, biting back a moan as Zim's talented tongue moved lower—

Vvvbb. Vvvbb. Vvvbb.

Zim's antennae perked to attention at the unknown sound, momentarily breaking contact as his head shot up. His red eyes narrowed as he tried to find the source of the sound, spotting the jiggling phone on the night table.

Dib started out of his moment of bliss, honing in on his phone; reality shoving aside the lovely clouds of pleasure that had fogged his brain. "Nn—" With effort Dib forced his body to writhe out from under the alien, twisting so he could lay out on his back – toppling Zim to his side as he made a mad grab for his phone.

Zim quickly recovered from the unceremonious shove over, his clawed hand reaching out in an instant and latching onto Dib's wrist just before the human could grab his phone, "Dib," Zim hissed, straddling his hips before Dib could kick him away again, "Leave it," Zim nearly purred, lowering his head to Dib's chest and biting hard along his collar, "It's not important."

He gasped at the feel of Zim pressed against him, his eyes squinting shut with the effort it took to not completely fall back into the moment, "Stop," He managed out, groaning at the feel of Irken teeth on his neck, "I-I have to…" He trailed, his skin burning for Zim's touch.

As the tension melted from Dib's body Zim released the human's arm, instead running his fingers across Dib's battered torso, moving delicately along each scar as he inhaled the thick scent of sweat and arousal that clung to Dib's flesh.

Dib arched into Zim's touches despite himself, drawing his left hand up Zim's spine and towards an antennae, twining around the base of it, enjoying the little purr that emitted from the alien.

Vvvbb. Vvvbb. Vvvbb.

Zim ground himself against Dib, growling into the human's chest as he continued to fondle his feeler.

He mustered up his will, knowing he needed to answer the phone, knowing it had to be work – he couldn't blow it off. But, fuck, Zim wouldn't stop grinding on him and it was becoming so damn hard to keep caring about work. He took in a deep breath and mustered up his will-

"Zim—" Dib yipped, pulling himself into the now as he attempted to reach the vibrating phone on the dresser(though with his lack of glasses it was hard to make out exactly where the phone was), his hand accidentally smacking the base of the lamp and causing the object to explode upon the ground, the light went out with a loud 'pop', "Shit—nn—" Zim hadn't stopped his ministrations and Dib was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on reaching his phone, but finally he snatched it in his hand and despite Zim's will he answered it, "H-Hello?"

Zim's antennae flattened as Dib pressed the phone to his ear, trying to wriggle out from under the Irken's body though Zim didn't budge. He remained straddling Dib's waist; his claws running hard down the boy's side.

"Ahn—" He hissed, "Uh, nothing, y-you need me to c-come right now?" Dib pinched his eyes shut, trying to ignore the lewd smirk Zim gave him.

"Human," Zim purred, leaning downward to trace his teeth along Dib's collar bone, his claws running behind Dib's back forcing the man to arch into him, "Zim is not letting you escape."

Dib was trying his hardest to remain focused on the phone call, but Zim's rough touches and smooth tone was making it increasingly difficult. He was trying to remember key points his boss was telling him about the assignment they would be going on; but it just wasn't working. His breathing became labored as Zim rocked pointedly against him; stifling a sound as Zim's tongue ran over his nipple, "N-nothing's wrong…just…ah, cold. Heater went out."

Zim continued to think he was winning; the flushed state of the man's flesh, and those delicious sounds falling so easily from his lips—His claws pointedly scratched down Dib's hips as he arched his spine, nipping at his stomach as he let his sharp eyes slip shut. "Mm…"

Dib peeked his eyes open, looking down to the Irken as he made his way across his body. Unconsciously his hand had moved to touch the top of Zim's head, fingers ghosting over a silken feeler, enjoying how it made Zim shudder, "No, no," He murmured half-heartedly into the phone, entranced by that prehensile tongue as it looped around his belly button, "I-I'll come in right now."

At Dib's blatant admission, Zim's antennae perked straight up, his red eyes snapping open to strike Dib with a sharp glare, "You aren't going anywhere—"

"Alright, bye." Dib disregarded Zim's words as he clicked his phone shut, tossing it on the mattress. With an uncaring shove he forced Zim off of him, kicking the alien further away for good measure – not wanting the Irken to retaliate as he had done before.

Zim fell over onto his back before he scrambled up to a sitting position, his wild eyes staring at Dib as the human made his way off the bed. A feral growl buried itself in his throat as his antennae pulled back in a hostile way, his claws ripping into the sheets, "You're leaving?" Zim snapped, his posture tense as he remained sitting in the middle of the bed – half-naked and none-too-pleased with the current turn of events.

Dib gathered his clothing from the ground, tugging his shirt over his head before he reached for his glasses. Absently he pulled up his jeans, avoiding Zim's eyes as he focused on dressing, "I have to." Dib said easily, adjusting his coat as he stepped into his boots. "It's my job and we need money, so I have to go."

"I can make money," Zim snapped, gesturing towards the bed, "Now come back here."

Dib frowned as he turned to face the Irken, "You can't make money anymore remember? The government didn't like that too much." He grumbled, "Also, I'm still pissed at you, don't think I'm not."

Zim's eyes narrowed to the human who glared at him just the same, "Your feelings are irrelevant;" He said easily, "This job of yours is too, the Earth isn't going to be around much longer."

"We'll see." He said simply, starting towards the door before he paused, glancing back to Zim, "You're going to be watching Cyan today, Gaz is at work, so be nice to her." Dib informed the alien, though felt a little apprehensive over it. Normally when he went to work he dropped Cyan off at Gaz's – but on the days he couldn't, she had to stay with Zim; and the alien had a bad habit of ignoring her or dumping her off on Gir who definitely wasn't competent enough to care for her for long periods of time.

"Stupid human," Zim groused since it was obvious Dib wasn't going to see his way – wanting to force his point but before he could say anything else Dib had already left the room.

Dib hadn't waited for Zim to continue; knowing that if he stuck around there was bound to be a fight and he frankly just didn't have the time. He was already late because of Zim's antics – not that he didn't want to stay, and maybe if they had been on better terms, he might've blown off a day at work; but seeing as Zim still wanted to destroy all of humanity as well as their daughter, that sort of put Dib out of the mood.

He stepped into the elevator at the end of the hall just as Zim stepped out of the room – the alien was dressed and still wearing a scowl. Dib offered a half-assed wave which caused the Irken to frown more before the doors of the elevator sealed shut and began to transport him down to the kitchen.

As the elevator doors hissed open Dib was immediately greeted with the sight of a destroyed kitchen; pancake batter, dirt, and bacon was splattered all over the ceiling, walls, and floor.

In the center of the mess sat Cyan, covered in flour with a bacon strip coiled in her curls. She grinned up to him, hugging her Irken doll(who looked like a giant pancake goop monster), "We made breakfast."

"I can see that." Dib forced a smile, ignoring Gir as he screamed and ran past into the living room – taking most the mess with him as he belly flopped onto the couch.

"Are you hungry mama?" She said, absolutely beyond pleased with the mess she and Gir had created, her bright eyes dancing as she looked up to her mother.

"Eh," Dib stepped over the globs of batter on the floor, kneeling before his daughter – trying his best to wipe her face with a dish towel, "No, I'm actually late for work, I have to get going." He said, setting Cyan's doll up on the table as he moved to wipe her arms and hands, "Auntie Gaz is also working today so you'll have to stay with Zim."

Cyan's cheer dimmed a bit, her smile falling as Dib worked to clean her up, "I can't go with you?" She said in a small voice that caused Dib's heart to twinge.

"No, not today."

"I can get cleaned real quick, only a second, promise!"

"No, it's not that." Dib murmured taking her tiny hands in his as he offered her a smile, "It's just going to be a really long day and it won't be fun for you to tag along. I'm sure Zim will have some things planned for you two to do." He knew that was a lie, but he did hope the Irken would take some pity on her and at least include her in something.

Cyan was quiet a moment, staring at her mother's hands, toying with his long fingers, "Okay." She finally nodded.

"Okay," He nodded back to her, leaning in and kissing her forehead, "I have to go, be a good girl for me."

"I will." She said, grinning as he poked her side.

"Bye." He said as he stood, plucking the bacon from her hair before he started towards the door.

Cyan hesitated in the kitchen, watching as Dib walked across the living room and ultimately out the front door. The moment the door closed she sprinted through the living room, running to the window, setting up on her tip-toes so she could see over the sill. She frowned as she spotted Dib's car drive off, leaving her alone with her father and Gir for hours. She set her palms against the window, as if trying to melt through the glass, wishing her mom would somehow appear and steal her away.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of an elevator, the loud humming giving way to the 'whoosh' of opening doors and ultimately the 'clack' of booted feet on the kitchen tiles.

"Computer!" Zim yelled up to the ceiling, gesturing widely to the mess in the kitchen, "Clean up this mess!"

"…fine." The Computer drawled in response.

Cyan's antennae wilted as she pried herself away from the window, her hands fisting in the front of her dress as she debated with whether or not she should go to Zim or wait until he called for her. Her burgundy eyes trained on the kitchen, watching her father's profile as he surveyed the vacuums cleaning the space.

However, as one hose attached itself to her doll, Cyan let out a yip and ran forward without even realizing it. "Zen!" She yelled as if her doll could hear her and jump free – the suction from the ceiling tugging her up into the wiry abyss. The moment she touched home on kitchen tiles her little body propelled itself on a spot of pancake goop and she crashed unceremoniously right into Zim's leg.

The entire event took only a moment, but it was enough to try Zim's patience. His face was set into a scowl as his gloved hand latched itself to Cyan's forehead right before her batter-smeared face could touch his uniform(though the rest of her body already had, so he still was half-coated in goop). "Smeet." He said in a hard tone, whether it was a greeting or not Cyan was unsure.

She turned her teary eyes up to her father and pointed to where her toy had been, though as the suction cords continued, it was only a matter of minutes before the entire kitchen was cleaned and Cyan wasn't even sure how to get her doll back, "Zen, she," She gripped hard on Zim's pant leg, her opposite hand pointing dramatically towards the ceiling, "It stole her."

Zim eyed her a long moment as if she'd gone insane, before he called up to the ceiling, "Computer, return the smeet's doll-thing," He said in a hollow tone before shoving the small girl off of his leg, brushing off the batter and powder from his clothing.

Cyan jerked backwards from Zim's simple shove, catching herself awkwardly but in that same moment her Irken doll shot from the ceiling right into her chest and toppled her despite her effort to stay upright. However, the shock was short-lived as relief flooded through her young frame, uncaring to whatever happened before as she hugged her doll close, "Thank you." She offered meekly to the red-eyed Irken who had yet to look back at her.

Zim folded his arms hotly over his chest, frowning at the kitchen a moment, contemplating with leaving Cyan in the care of Gir or bringing her down to the lab with him. His left antennae twitched in an irritated manner as he debated his options; the scene from earlier playing in his head, knowing that ignoring the girl would only cause her to whine to Dib later and the human would never surrender to him again. With a snarl of distaste he snapped at the girl, "Come smeet." He marched towards the elevator and wrenched the door open, stepped inside and waited impatiently for the toddler to follow.

Cyan's antennae perked towards her father, her large eyes trying to study his expression; having only rarely been allowed to tag along before. Though, she couldn't read anything from his expression aside from his usual irritation, so she was unsure exactly why he had called her after him. Cyan didn't waste another moment, stepping up on numb legs as she followed after her father, hopping into the elevator just as the heavy doors 'whooshed' shut and whisked them down into the bowels of the home.