Sup, guys! Somnaphobia's starting to really take it's toll... and in case you're thinking I have somnaphobia because of my being a fan of Jhonen, I'd like to say that no, it's not why. I've had somnaphobia for a couple years now. Long before I became a fan of Invader Zim/Jhonen Vasquez.

Anyways...

Like I said last chapter, this chapter's not for everyone.

But let's get started, shall we?

Chapter Four.
Tutoring The Tutor.

-x-

"Hey, Zim," Gaz greeted as she strolled inside.

Zim was sitting on the lime green couch. "Greetings, Gaz-human," he greeted back.

They walked into Zim's room, passing Gir and his piggies on the way ("Hiiiiiii, Gazzie!" he screeched. "Hiiiiii master!").

They both plopped down onto Zim's bed. It was an icy metal, just like the walls and floor, but it had purple sheets and a pillow, which matched the rug in the middle of the floor. Gaz pulled a white binder out from her Linkin Park messenger bag backpack.

"Mkay, so it's Monday, which means Math," she began. "Following the lesson the Mrs. Dooker gave today-"

"Gaz," Zim interrupted. "Zim knows it's Monday, and we're supposed to work on math, but I was wondering if you could help me on a different subject. Something that's been bugging me since it was discussd today."

Gaz glared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"See, in Health class, as you know-"

"Don't tell me," Gaz blurted out. "You want to know what sex is."

"Why, yes," he replied. "That's just it. See, from what Zim seemed to infer from the lesson is that it's the way that humans reproduce, correct?"

"Mmhmm," Gaz answered.

"But what Zim doesn't know is how it is done, or even what it is, really."

Gaz was silent for a moment. "How does your planet... reproduce?"

"Simple. We are conceived in IBF's... Irken Birthing Facilities, where we are contained in individual tubes for three months, then we are 'harvested' by machine."

"...Weird."

"So teach me; what is this... sex?"

"Well," she decided to begin the old-fashioned way. "When a boy loves a girl..."

-x-

After about ten minutes, Zim seemed to finally be catching on.

"I see," he said curiously. "Similar to the way that we Irkens ourselves used to reproduce."

"Used to? Why don't you anymore?"

"Well, like you humans, when two Irkens fall in love, they do a routine very similar to that which humans do. But many decades ago, it was banned, along with any other indicator of affection."

"Woah, wait," Gaz was startled. "You mean to tell me that on your planet, it's illegal to love some one?"

"Precisely," Zim continued. "We Irkens have been known through the milleniums as a planet that is dedicated to war and battle. We are trained to be a merciless people. But to love is to show mercy. The more love somebody feels for some one or something, the more likely they are to rebel against anything that could seperate them from that of which they love. If two Irkens fall in love, then when the time comes for them to go to go forth on a mission- whether it's a soldier, an invader, et cterra- they are likely not to obey, for fear of losing one another. That caused a major problem years ago in a pandemic known as 'The Lover's Dispute' which then moved the 'Lover's Ban'. Since this method of reproduction indicates love- a major indicator at that- it is forbidden. From then on, Irken smeets were produced via machine."

Gaz was astonished. And then curious. Unable to refrain from her curiousity, she asked, "How exactly is Irken sex different from human's?"

"Well," Zim began. "First off, we don't call it sex. And also, it's just different. It's not very different, mind you, but there is a slight difference."

"Like what?"

Zim grinned, removed his shirt, and jumped onto Gaz.

Gaz was startled. Was Zim- for lack of a better word- mating her?

Techincally, Gaz thought to herself. We're still wearing our clothes, so...

Once she shook off the initial shock, she realized that it was different than what humans did. The subtle differences were, for example, there was a lot more movement. Zim seemd to be contorting his body around her. She then realized how odd it was that Zim simply took his shirt off, nothing else.

Then Zim stopped, and whispered in her ear, 'You can join in at any time, my love.'

Gaz, feeling far beyond akward, but feeling awkward not to join in, wrapped herself around him as well. They squirmed against eachother, Gaz's head practically exploding with confusion, curiousity, shock, and just plain disgust. And then to add to her mixed emotions, Zim suddenly stopped, and slowly tilted Gaz's chin up so far, it pointed to the ceiling. Gaz was facing the now-upside down headrest. And then, Zim pressed his neck up against hers.

What was he doing?

Gaz felt her chin go numb for a second. The sudden numbness seemed to have acted up her sinuses or something, for shortly after, Gaz felt her mouth fill up with snot. It squished around her mouth before she swallowed it down, and sat straight up, knocking Zim off the bed.

She leaned over the side of his bed, gagging, feeling as though she could vomit. Zim grinned, until getting an interuption from the computer saying, "Incoming Transmission from... The Tallest" repeatedly.

"I'm just going to go home now," the disgusted teen gagged.

-x-

Gaz ran home, heading straight for the fridge. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water, guzzling it down. The nasty taste of snot still lingering in her mouth.

Dib walked down stairs. "Hey Gaz," she said disgustingly cheerfully. "You're home rather late."

Gaz rolled her eyes. "Remind me to slug Zim tomorrow."

There. How's that?

Hope you like. Next chapter up soon!