THREE CHAPTERS IN TWO DADYS!? WTF!?
Consider this us making up for that long time of no posting when we were trying to fill in some holes. That and an early christmas gift. We will be posting as much as we can until Christmas, but then after that we'll be following a better schedule, provided we haven't posted everything by then.
Just to let you all no there are still seven more chapters after this to go. THen that's it! We'll be done!
Zim was up once more before dawn, kneeling in front of the toilet and emptying his stomach of yesterday's meals. "Irk this is horrible." He mumbled.
Dib groaned, pulling himself out of the bed and over to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "You okay in there..?" He knew the answer to that; it was the same as every morning, but still he felt it was important to ask.
"No," Zim mumbled, shivering a little. He leaned a little over to unlock the door and asked, "Could you get me a soda?"
Dib nodded and quickly went downstairs and into the kitchen where he grabbed a soda. He ran back up, popped it open and held it to Zim's lips, obviously hurrying to help Zim the best he could.
Zim took a big drink and sighed, falling back into a sitting position. "Thanks," He said.
He took the soda from Dib and sighed again, saying, "I haven't thrown up so much before in my life. And I'm, like, at least five time your age."
"Sorry. It's all my fault." Dib gave a sarcastic grin before sitting next to the other.
"Yeah it is," Zim groaned, poking Dib in the stomach. He leaned back against the wall, taking another drink. "At least you're taking responsibility for it."
"I'll take all of the responsibility you want me to take." Dib replied, and brought his attention to the sink across from them.
"Good," Zim said, setting the drink down to get up. "Let's get back to bed. My muscles hurt from heaving."
"Okay." Dib got up slowly. "Want me to carry you back?" He gave a mischievous grin.
"Sure," Zim said with a smirk.
Dib snickered. "Okay, but if I hurt you, tell me immediately." He told the other, bending down and picking Zim up bridal-style into his arms.
Zim nodded and shifted a little, asking teasingly, "Are you gonna make me breakfast in bed too?"
"Are you going to make this hard on me or just let me do this?" He smirked back, pulling the bathroom door all the way open and slipping out into the hall.
"Whichever is more fun at the time." Zim said simply, wrapping his arms around Dib's neck so as not to fall.
Dib grinned, taking Zim his own bedroom instead of Zim's, and just stood on his knees on the bed, not letting go of Zim quite yet.
"The bed is down, Dib." Zim pointed out, wriggling a little.
"Really now? I thought it was up!" Dib smirked cattishly, holding the worming Zim closer to his chest.
Zim gave Dib an unimpressed look, crossing his arms. "Are you going to let me down anytime soon?" He asked.
"Maybe. It depends." A victorious look glinting in Dib's eyes.
"On what?" Zim asked curiously.
Dib took this opportunity to boost his ego. "Who's your master, your superior, your strength, your love?"
Zim groaned and stuck his tongue out before saying, "Don't make me throw up on you."
Dib snickered and laid Zim down on the bed; more because of his weight than because of what he had said. He bent over the alien, his arms either side of him, propping Dib up. "And what if I told you I didn't care?" It was true, with all of the thought of having a baby around the house, he figured much worse would be all 'up' on him.
"Well, you put me down anyway," Zim said, shrugging. "So either way I'm not going to say it."
"Then I won't leave you alone." Dib replied, trapping Zim under his weight, but being careful not to put on his full weight.
Zim whined and wriggled some more, saying, "No, I'm not saying it!"
"Yes you are." Dib grinned and nuzzled his cheek up against the other. "You will because you really want to, I know it."
"Eeeehhh," Zim whined. "You are not my master, you are NOT superior, I'm strong on my own, and I... don't love you."
Dib, deciding to bravely venture out further with this, hiked Zim's leg and took his lips with his own. "Are you sure about that...?"
Zim pouted but nodded, saying, "I don't need anyone, alright?"
"We all need someone, Zim..." Dib said quietly before kissing Zim's cheek down to his neck. "I need someone."
"Not me," Zim said defiantly.
Dib sighed in-between a kiss on his shoulders. "Zim... Please need me...?" He asked, feeling a little dejected at the moment.
"I don't want to," Zim said, rolling over. "I don't want to need. I don't want to be weak."
Dib sighed and sadly rested his head up against Zim's Pak. His heart wrenched in unexplainable ways. Suddenly, he wanted to throw up, and he wasn't even pregnant.
Zim sighed as well and turned back over so he was facing Dib and asked, "Will you... I mean, could you please... rub my antennae again?"
Dib smiled softly and nodded to the Irken, forgetting about his little blackmailing he was doing. He brought his hands up, and taking a deep breath in, began rubbing his antennae.
Zim's eyes slipped closed as his whole form went lax.
The human sighed, once again nuzzling the other while he worked his fingers on Zim's antennae. "Zim..?"
"Yeah?" Zim mumbled tiredly.
"I need you..." Dib laughed weakly. "And always have, you know... so.. you can need me.. anytime you want.. I won't judge." His voice was soft and breathy as his pride was slowly being swallowed up by his life.
"You mean it?" Zim asked as he snuggled up against Dib.
Dib savored the touches Zim gave him, but figured it was only due to his touching Zim's antennae. He lay a kiss back down on Zim's neck. "Yes."
"Mm'kay," Was all Zim had energy left to say as he drifted off, his antennae twitching just a bit at the touches.
"I love you..." Dib whispered, letting his fingers off of his antennae once he was sure Zim was asleep. He embraced the alien and sighed into his shoulder. It was going to be hard to go back to sleep, but fortunately for exhaust, he managed.
Zim woke up an hour later, sighing comfortably as he snuggled more against Dib, trying not to wake the human as he thought about Dib's confession. Dib loved him. But... he didn't love Dib back right? But was that bad? Love meant Dib would stay with him, and he did want- no, need that. He needed Dib to stay with him as much as he hated to admit it. So it wasn't SUCH a bad thing.
He sighed. Love was way too complicated for him and thinking about it made his head hurt. So he pushed that train of thought aside for the moment and waited for Dib to wake up.
Dib groaned and propped himself up on his arms, looking down at Zim groggily. "'Morning."
"Morning," Zim said with a small tired smile. Whether this was a good situation or not Zim was not going to argue with how things were going. He was ready to pleasantly accept Dib's love, even if he didn't love the human back.
Dib sat up on his knees, rubbing his eyes, then peered down at Zim who was currently staring at him. "What?"
"Nothing," Zim sat up as well, leaning back against the head board of the bed. He looked down at his stomach. It hadn't grown very much, but it was still annoying.
Dib blinked at him for a moment before getting off of the bed, deciding he was being too clingy with his enemy as of late. "Still want breakfast?" He folded his arms, staring at the ceiling.
"No, I'm still not feeling that well," Zim said, rolling slightly to pull himself out of bed. "I would... actually like to get back to work on that hair thing, get my mind off of this 'morning sickness' crap."
"Alright." Dib could skip out on his own breakfast to work with Zim. No problem there. "I've been wanting to take some of your blood for this project anyway..."
"Ok," Zim said with a nod. "Let me just get dressed first."
"Alright." Dib walked to his closet and pulled out his own clothes.
Zim came to wait outside of Dib's room moments later, glaring slightly at how just a bit more skin poked out from inside his shirt than normal.
Dib left his room to spot Zim waiting for him. "Great. You're ready?" He asked, already knowing the answer to that, and he took Zim by his claws to lead him down stairs.
Zim rolled his eyes and followed, letting himself be led into the basement.
Once there, Dib pulled out some supplies and placed them on a table. He pulled out a syringe and motioned for Zim's arm.
Zim rolled up his sleeve and held his arm out for Dib.
Dib steadied Zim's arm and stuck the needle in, drawing out blue blood in concentration.
"So what are you going to use this for?" Zim asked, looking over at the chemicals on the tables.
"I'm going to test it on the working samples and see if the chemicals making the hair grow affect your blood." Dib said simply, squeezing some blood out in one of the trays and noting the ones that sizzled and the ones that worked.
Zim nodded and went to see what some of the samples had been doing, taping the glass of the beaker that the currently working chemical was in. "Mind if I mess with this some?"
"Go ahead." Dib answered, a little busy rolling some blood around in a tray.
Zim took the beaker over to another table to analyze, the job being much easier with the equipment in his pak available.
Dib, fully satisfied with what he had learned, turned to Zim. "What are you doing?"
"Just looking at the chemicals," Zim said with a shrug. "I think this mixture would work better if we replaced one of the chemicals with one of my own. It might take to my DNA better."
Dib went to Zim with extreme interest. "With one of your own?" He began getting excited about learning alien chemicals. "And you just.. carry these chemicals on you?"
"I carry a few things in my pak for injuries and stuff. The chemicals used to make those should help this stuff take to my own chemistry better." Zim said, pulling a half used tube of alien medicine out of his pak.
Dib watched Zim, extremely interested in any reactions the Irken and Earth chemicals could have together. "I hope it works."
"Me too," Zim said, unscrewing the top and squeezing a glop into the beaker.
Just as predicted, the chemical Zim squeezed in seemed to speed up the process in that small little area. Already it was two inches longer of dark green hair that slowly came to a stop.
Zim smiled, his mood instantly lifting. He LOVED science!
"Hey! That's awesome!" Dib leaned against the table. "What is this chemical?! What else does it do?!" He looked up at Zim and smiled brighter.
"Well, mostly it's something I came up with for water burn after the first two years of having you toss water balloons at me every chance you got." Zim said holding the tube out for Dib. "But I try not to use it too often. It gets rid of the water and the burning but also sucks all the other, naturally moisturizing chemicals out of the area I put it on."
"I see.. Is there some way we could use it and combine it with some other chemicals to prevent it from doing that?" Dib asked, more to himself than to Zim, as he stared through the see-through green liquid.
"The cleaning gel I have usually clears that up." Zim said with a shrug. "So for the first few days or so I'll have a dry scalp, but then I should be ok."
"Well then! I say we should celebrate." Dib stood up straight, his smile never falling off of Zim. "For Irken and Earth chemical combination and a new formula for hair growth!"
"How do you plan to celebrate?" Zim asked, tilting his head to the side.
Dib thought for a moment, sticking his arms behind his back and staring up at a ceiling. "How about I take you out to see a movie? Or we could eat a nice dinner or something?"
"Either sounds nice. I am kinda craving some of those movie nachos though." Zim said, giving Dib a smallsmile.
Dib looked back down at Zim shocked, blushing a bit. "Re-really? You wouldn't feel weird about that?"
"Why? Should I?" Zim asked curiously.
"Uh... No, not at all." Dib walked past Zim and exhaled a bit. "When would you like to 'celebrate'?" He asked the other, hovering around the door to the basement.
Zim followed, saying, "How about later this afternoon?"
Dib waited for Zim before taking his claws to slowly lead him to the couch timidly. "Okay..."
(break)
Later that night, just as the sun was setting Dib and Zim returned from their movie date, Zim smiling broadly at having talked Dib into seeing a horror movie.
Dib looked over at Zim as they walked in and Zim began blabbering about the movie. His green skin seemed to glow at the moment. His lips were so lush and full. Before either one of them knew it, Dib had Zim against the wall, his lips on the other.
He pulled slowly away. "You talk too much." He stared at the alien for a good five seconds until he realized what he was doing. Quickly he pulled himself off with a bright red blush, and he took a few steps back.
Zim stared at Dib wide eyed and slightly shocked. It took a few seconds for him to start blinking and breathing again and at the same time his heart must have started beating again as well as blood rushed to his face. "Uh, um..." He tried, but words wouldn't come. He didn't know whether to apologize to or thank Dib.
Dib breathing quickened. "I.. Um.. I'm going to bed now.. Goodnight." And with that, the red faced male sharply turned and began upstairs.
Zim reacted quickly, grabbing Dib's hand to hold him in place.
Dib stopped and turned around slowly to face the one he kissed. He wanted to be shot down that very spot, that very second so that he wouldn't have to live with this embarrassment a second longer. "Z..Zim..." He sounded out quietly, feeling too flustered.
"Um," Zim looked around as if not sure why he stopped Dib, which he wasn't. "Go-good night," He said quickly, looking around once more before leaning up and giving Dib a peck on the cheek like he saw people do on TV.
Dib stared at the other for a moment, lost in his own other world. Zim just kissed him! Zim just consciously kissed him! He wasn't even drunk or horny! The human found his hand feeling the spot Zim had kissed, and he stuttered. "Th-thank you..."
"No problem," Zim said, taking a small step back. "I'm gonna stay up a little longer. Watch some TV."
"R-right then.. Um.. Goodnight..." Dib said for the second time, fully unaware that it really was the second time. He turned again, taking his hand back from Zim and began muttering to himself as he went upstairs about what he was doing and how stupid he was.
Zim nodded and went into the kitchen to grab a soda before moving in to sit on the couch.
Dib cursed himself out on his bed, swallowed in blankets. Just what was he thinking?! He had only came to terms with loving Zim last night, and already he's taking Zim by surprise and kissing him! HIM, even. He wasn't even a she, he was a he! But... Still... Zim had kissed him back on the cheek. Does that mean he has similar feelings however horrible it was on the Irken's pride? This was too much! Zim was too much!He was too much everything!He was too much alien, he was too much male, he was too much ambitious, he was too much amazing, he was too much of that wonderful feeling in Dib's chest. Dib sighed, turned over in the bed, and tried to get some rest.
After a half an hour Zim got bored with TV and went upstairs to get dress, grumbling angrily when he couldn't button the last three buttons of his night shirt.
He was about to climb into his own bed when he thought of Dib wanting to sleep with him last night. He sighed, and exited his room and knocked on Dib's door.
"Come in." Dib propped himself on his arms, lazily looking at Zim as he opened the door.Dib grinned to himself how cute he was with his swollen belly poking out of his shirt. "Yeah..?" Dib asked cautiously and lowly, hoping not to scare the other away like a stray animal on the road.
Zim slowly walked over to the bed and climbed in, saying, "Didn't want you waking me up in the middle of the night."
Dib smiled and eased his arms around Zim's chest, pulling him to his own chest. "Thanks..."
Zim aloud this, sighing in comfort at the warmth of Dib's chest, asking, "When are we going to use the formula?""After your smeet is born." Dib answered, breathing in his scent in content.
"Why then?" Zim asked. "I was pregnant when we took the skin sample."
"Because when we took the skin sample, we were removing skin from you and working with the chemicals off of your body. I don't want to work with the chemicals on your body, even your scalp, until we know for sure it won't affect your smeet- your baby... And so in the long run, it would just be better to put it on you after it's born to make sure nothing happens. We can be patient, right? It's just hair." Dib mumbled on, finding it a little difficult to talk that much when he was this much tired.
"Makes sense," Zim said, closing his eyes and relaxing. "I wonder what it'll look like."
"Your hair or your smeet?" Dib asked, eyes glazed over lazily.
"The smeet." Zim said with a smile. "Hee hee, you said smeet."
Dib smiled lazily. "Yeah- yeah, well I guess I did..." He cooed lightly and hugged Zim closer. "You know, I wonder that, too.."
"Maybe it'll be a little mutant thing... like you." Zim teased, snickering.
Dib grinned widely. "Or perhaps, a green alien-thing like y-" Dib had to immediately stop, and pull away from Zim, even scooting all the way to the other side of the bed. "It-It.. It has.. It has OUR DNA.. Both of ours.. Yours.. and mine.. It's.. It's part me! It's part you!" He began breathing harder, faster. Of course it was, Dib already knew this, but it was just now hitting him. "It'll be .. like.. a .. a mini-me.. A mini-you! A mini-us! Oh, Earth, what have I helped unleash upon you!?" He panted harder. "It's all my fault! It's all my fault! I'm to blame! It'll hate me! It'll hate me! I know it! You hate me, and it'll hate me! It'll reject me, push me away, want nothing to do with me! Oh.. and what if it IS green? Then it'll hate me even more for not being green! What am I going to do, Zim?! I can't be a father! I.. I didn't go to school for this! I don't know what to do! You don't seriously want me to help father, do you? I.. we.. you.." He breathed superfluously.
Zim was a little surprised by Dib's outburst but quickly got over it, letting Dib rant a little more before sitting up, pulling Dib up by his collar and calmly slapping his across the face, leaving an exaggerated red hand print on his cheek.
Dib held his head at the 90 degrees angle, wide eyed for a moment before turning to face Zim again. His breathing perfectly paced once more.
"Don't ever do that again." Zim said simply. "As fun as it is watching you flip out AND hitting you this is not a good time for you to be doing so."
Dib breathed in an out a few times before nodding shakily. "Sorry... It.. it just.. all came on hard at the thought that it.. would look like us.. maybe.."
Zim put his forehead to Dib's in hopes of calming the human down to an acceptable level before saying, "Everything will be fine so long as you don't act like your dad and we take this one. Step. At a. Time."
He then gave Dib a half serious, half teasing look and added, "If I can't lose this fat after I give birth I'm going to kill you, you know that right?"
Dib calmed a little, and gave out a nervous laugh. "Yeah.. Yeah, I know... 'This fat'.." He repeated and gave out another small little laugh. "Thanks, Zim." The human placed his arms on Zim's shoulders in a half ass way of embracing the other.
Zim just grunted and gave Dib a shove so he was laying back down and plopped down so he was laying half on top of Dib and saying, "No more speaking. Sleep now."
Dib's arms fell over his head and he shifted his body under Zim a little. "How can I sleep like this?" He was getting dirty thoughts he couldn't quite easily dismiss.
"Simple." Zim said, resting his head on Dib's chest. "You close your eyes and you lose consciousness."
A sigh. Dib closed his eyes, heaving his chest. Curiously, his hands went down to Zim's back, running along his sides and finding the small of his back a comfortable place to leave them.
Zim closed his eyes, content that Dib wasn't going to saying anything more and began to fall asleep quickly.
Zim: Me
Dib: TSI