Less than a week and I'm already updating again, and it's a big, meaty chapter? I'm more than a little proud of myself.

Oh my god. Before I start the story, I'm going to go on a bit of a rant. I just saw something that really pissed me off =_=

So, I decided to read some fanfictions. I mean, no one is as good at writing Invader ZIM as I am. Not even Jhonen, Alex, Roman, Eric, or any of the shows writers/creators are, but it's always fun to see things from another perspective, at least, that's what I thought. Bad move. I read this fic, and it was a HUGE MISTAKE! The genera "humor" should have tipped me off, but I guess I'm just too nice. It was SO STUPID!

It was this pointless fic about ZIM making an invention to try and take over the world, Dib shows up, just to be stupid, and then ZIM fails because GIR was stupid. It was awful! It treated Dib like a joke, and there was no romance, no epic plots, no deep back stories, no smut! The author was like thirteen, and super immature. They kept making jokes about doom, pie, cheese and even monkeys? What are they, twelve? The writing was bad, and their grammar and spelling weren't very good, but it was how stupid the plot was that really pissed me off! Kids shouldn't be allowed to write fic, unless they're writing deep, smut filled epics, like I did.

Anyways, I'm pissed off, and it inspired me to write more of my story, to make up for all these stupid, immature brats in the fandom. If you're a kid, DON'T READ THIS! I don't want stupid, babys reading my fic! Unless you send me lots of good reviews, then by all means, read my ficcy! XD So I'm going to continue my serious and epic story of love, loss and hot sex, and this next chapter is going to be about the most serious character in the show. Have fun!

On with the story!

Purple was still trapped by the Vortian's, his prison a gilded cage. The room was comfortable, with a large bed, a dresser for his clothing and knickknacks, a TV, a minibar, and the new Gameslave Switch. However, a Tallest could only play Snacktoon so many times, especially the one player campaign. I mean, come on.

Purple looked skyward, the ceiling was clean, understated white panels, high enough he wouldn't bump his head, but low enough to be cozy. It wasn't the ceiling he was thinking about though, it was his beloved. Those Ruby eyes that had bewitched him, and the firm, buff body which had cradled him many a night.

"I wish Red was here." He sighed bitterly.

Red loved video games, no doubt he would have more fun if he were there. Red did suffer from a nasty temper, so if the game didn't go his way he would break his controller, the game system, the TV, and which ever janitorial staff were near by. Then they would make love. The thought of making love make Purple's cheeks warm. He remembered the first time he met Red, and the room shimmered, aware the captured Tallest was having a flashback.

~~~Flashback~~~

"Oh please!" He pleaded to his commanding officer.

"Sorry, but rules are rules." The officer said. "And you'll just be assigned to him until the end of the mission."

"But what should I do? He's a brute! A beast!" Purple cried.

The officer took a drag from his cigarette, eyes closed. This was Purple's first time off planet, and the grimy, dirty planet of Hobo 12 wasn't leaving a very good impression. He was a part of a dozen Irken Elite, who were on a mission. Their first official mission to protect Irk. The officer exhaled a puff of smoke, which Purple watched, enamored by the way it danced and floated.

"You're a scientist?" He said.

Purple nodded. He was top of his class, and had the credentials to study anywhere in the universe, including Harvard. In all honestly, the violet eyed Irken simply wanted to live in the forests of Irk, and have a simple, quiet life. His skills however, barred him from such a life, and he knew he would have to use his incredible powers to help the universe. ((A/N: He was like Professor Membrane, but hot and good, because I like him, and if he was Dib's dad, he would have taken good care of him... Ohh, there's a plot bunny! Come here happy plot bunny! We have lots to do after I'm done with this fic! ))

"Well, Red graduated top of his class as solder." The officer said, reading Purple's thoughts. "You two were meant for each other."

Meant for each other? Purple turned to look at Red. He was over by the vending machines, and Purple's eyes widened as he threw a punch at the machine.

"Give me my snack!" Red roared.

He than grabbed the massive machine, pulled it free, and threw it as hard as he could. The rest of the group had stopped what they were doing and watched. The vending machine cleared the camp its arc of trajectory ever increasing the further it went, until it was out of sight, showing no signs of stopping.

((A/N: Red is throwing vending machines, and Purple is super smart? Just like my other FAVE YOAI! XD XD XD ))

"Did he just throw that thing into the sun?" Came a solder's voice.

"Wow!" Came another.

"I wish he was on my team."

The cheers continued for Red, who was panting, but his small brain was already forgetting what had worked him into such a rich, frothy rage. The rest of the team was cheering, but all Purple could do was sigh. There was no way they could work together. Red would probably kill him without even realizing it!

~~fast forward!~~~

The next day, they were deep in enemy territory, their mission taking them through the dense jungles of Hobo 12. These jungles were miserable places, hot, muggy, unlike the beautiful forests of Irk. The vines and creepers were so dense it could take days just to hack through a single mile of trail. Red burst through the jungle, carrying Purple close to his chest.

"Look out!" Purple cried.

A blast of energy his a near by tree. The massive pillar of the forest cracked, and fell towards the two. Red smirked, sliding under the falling timber. Purple cried out, in fear, and from being held so tightly in Red's thick, buff arms, and he swore he could feel the solder's heart beat.

"Why wont they go away?" Red grunted.

"The natives of this planet are very violent. They are strong too." Purple said, remembering what he had learned. "But they have a weakness. Red! Please put me down!"

"But what if they catch you?" Red asked.

"Trust me!"

Red put Purple down, and the scientist pulled out a lighter. It was a high tech lighter. Red also pulled something out, his laser blaster.

"No. That wont wont." Purple said, kneeling down by the tree.

Red frowned, but listened, lowering his gun, though the sound of their pursuers was growing closer. Purple worked quickly, knowing that Red wouldn't be able to resist fighting if their met their opponents, but he himself was pacifist.

An Elite was an Irken who was strong and smart, but most importantly... Kind. Elites were created to protect Irk, and keep their planet and people safe, such as protecting the planet from invaders, spreading the world of their peaceful way of life, and helping old ladies cross the street. Purple himself knew he had a long way to go before he could truly call himself an elite, but I know in my heart, he would be the best at it.

The lighter was switched on, the flame sprouting on the bark of the fallen tree, which quickly went up in flames, and started to smoke. Red frowned, smoke being his least favorite thing ever, but he watched as Purple worked. The sounds from the forest changed, turning into groaned and shrieks, and cries of "UGH! I hate smoke!" they chasers were retreating!

"They don't like smoke." Purple explained.

"Wow..." Red marveled, looking down at the frail, yet beautiful man.

Now that they were safe, for the moment, the two could relax. Purple gave himself a once over, than scanned himself with his pak. Nope, nothing was amiss. He was a little scuffed up and hungry, but nothing a good nights rest and a big dinner wouldn't fix.

Purple nodded with satisfaction, only to hear a thud behind him. The Elite spun around, seeing his partner on his knees, clutching at his side. Blood was oozing between his fingers, and his rugged face was looking pale.

"Red!" Purple cried. "How long have you been injured?"

"Dunno." Red grunted.

"Was it while we were running? Or before that?"

"I think I got stabbed, when we infiltrated the enemy's camp." Red said.

Purple wouldn't be strong enough to carry Red to safety, so he looked around. Was there anything he could use as a makeshift bed to treat his partner? He located a patch of foliage near by, and he gently guided Red to it.

"Lay down here. Can you make it?" Purple said, holding Red' shoulder.

"I could totally get back to camp, still carrying you, pretty boy." Red said with a smirk.

Purple blushed, and Red laid down on the plants, their large leaves making a perfect and comfy quilt for the injured Elite. The scientist's cast intellect also knew that the leaves were not poisons, in fact, they were quite good for wounded people.

"Let me treat your lesion." Purple said, kneeling by Red.

"You look so good on you're knees." Red smirked.

"S- Stop that." Purple blushed.

He removed Red's shirt, exposing the gash, and his well muscled chest. Despite being insects in many respects, they had perfect bodies, which even most super models would be jealous of. Except for that fat sack of crap Scoodge, but no one likes him anyways. Anyways, Purple began to clean the wound.

"You're not going to stick anything inside?" Red asked.

"No, it's pretty clean, I just need to bandage it up." Purple said.

"Good." Red said. "I wanna be the one to go inside you."

"R- Red!" Purple stammered.

The air began to get hazy, and Purple looked down at the leaves he had placed Red on. They weren't the type he had though originally. He thought they had been healing leaves, which helped create healing hormones, but these... These were lust leaves!

"M- Maybe we should leave." The meek Irken stammered.

Red was already sitting up, his wound had stopped bleeding, his complexion back to normal. The leaves were from the same family, so the lust leave had similar properties, which meant this lemon could happen and be guro free ((A/N: I'm not into guro, sorry guys... Maybe someday I'll try it out XD )). Purple didn't have time to say anything else before Red pounced on him, and it was the greatest night of his life.

~~end flashback~~

Purple came back to the present when there was another knock on the door. He flinched, his elegant neck craning over his shoulder as he waited for his captors next move.

"W- what is it?" Purple gasped.

"We have something for you." The Vortian said.

A/N: Now THAT'S how you write a fic! Intrigue! Romance! Action! Hot sex! I can't wait to see with what I come up next!

Another chapter in the bag, who knows when the next one will happen. Fun fact: After i wrote this chapter, my roommate when out and bought a Switch. It's just a shame I have a hard time playing console games now, because I get motion sick. :' )