Author's Note: Ew. I feel sick. And I'm not even following my pre-made story line. Fucking brain wants to do something else. That's cool.

Chapter 14

"Why does this happen every time?" The teenager muttered to himself as he sat in the darkness of what he assumed resembled a jail cell. Dib couldn't help but think how stupid he was for even telling Zim. He should've just ran straight to his father's lab. Then, he could've made his father proud and have been famous. The boy sighed and fell backwards, his dark coat hitting the metallic floor. He ran a hand through his hair, sending his bangs back as well. His pale hand moved down to fiddle with his shiny eyebrow piercing, making him cringe a little at how sore it was still. Everything had changed in the past four months. He had went from depressed, to happy, to some fake-poser person. He always secretly wanted cool piercings like these, but he never wanted to be labeled as some sort of 'skater' kid. He was Dib, paranormal investigator...right? He wasn't even sure anymore. All he knew was even thinking of that stupid, bitchy, narcissistic alien made his heart both beat with excitement and ache with pain at the same time.

He didn't want to call it 'love'. Even though he hated to admit it, it was deeper than that. It still confused the human completely how something like this had happened. He wanted desperately to take back all the pain he had caused Zim; even if Zim wasn't willing to do the same to him. He wanted everything to return to how it was before; their playful flirting, the late nights just talking. He would risk it all just to cuddle that tiny body once again. The boy pulled his pale hands to his face and groaned loudly. He hated to think it, but he would need to prove to Zim that he was worthy to be taken back.

He had to save the world though! He needed to escape and save everyone from dying before it was too late! The teenager rolled over and held his stomach. Damn stress. Now that he had gone back to school and wasn't being bullied, he had gotten the chance to really live life. He had friends, plans, after-school activities; he had a life. Dib could slowly feel the tight hold of his depression loosen and allow him to enjoy the little things. The conversations, the waves in the hallway; stupid things along those lines. He would hate to let all of that go. Yet again, most of it was fake. The only reason they talked to Dib now was because of how he dressed. Apparently, he looked 'hotter' then before. He never really enjoyed being a 'hot topic' with the girls; even if they were pretty. He would hear them whisper and giggle as he walked by, making him blush slightly and try to ignore it. Guys who dressed similar to the teenager would talk to him; people who usually laughed at him before. He gritted his teeth. All of their friendliness was fake. He was even asked before to get girls for them! The boy jerked upright and gave a death glare to the wall. How could he have believed those jerks at school had changed? It was more like Dib had changed. He fell under their stupid control, and let them manipulate him into some mindless, popular boy.

On the outside, he looked pissed beyond words. But inside, he felt that temporarily-sealed crack open back up, trying to swallow him whole. The pain and sadness returned, making those thoughts of the human race getting what they deserved return. His mind wandered back to Zim, and how he had taken the boy in and tried to heal his wounds that looked beyond repair. Dib felt a tear sting his eyes as he realized how much he had hurt the little alien after all he had done was try and help him. After their awful rivalry, he had opened his arms and let the human in. He was even open to a possible relationship and Dib had thrown that all away. He didn't care about the disease, who would live or die; he was running on true love now and all he wanted was to find a way to get that little Irken in his arms. He was now on his feet, feeling his fists hit the wall and his mouth opened, screaming.

"Zim!" He screamed. "Zim! Please! Let me talk to you!" A determination stirred inside the human as his hand repeatedly hit the hard walls, trying to make the alien hear his cries. There were probably cameras all over the rooms that were monitoring him. Zim was most likely at his computer, watching with a smile of amusement at the boy's helpless calls. As soon as he realized that was most likely the case, the human easily gave up and fell to the ground, feeling as if everything was hopeless. Tears were streaming rapidly down his face as he tried to hold back the sobs.

"You have no idea how stupid I was! After you took me in and treated me like a human being after all I've done to you! You were the only one that ever cared; and I threw it all away! I'm sorry, Zim! Please...please let me talk to you..." The boy sobbed, laying on the floor in a mess of emotions. "I love you!"

There were sudden clicks and clunks before the door silently creaked open, showing a tiny figure. Light flooded over the huddled ball of sadness on the floor, showing his true emotions to the visitor. As soon as the human heard those familiar footsteps towards him, he lifted his head and looked up at the alien with tear-filled eyes. Zim's bright magenta eyes stared back, illuminating the room and filling Dib with a sense of relief, but all the more reason to keep sobbing. The Irken held out his arms, making the boy flinch slightly as if he was going to be hit. He soon realized the alien wanted a hug. A silent forgiveness for everything that had happened. The human jumped to his feet and sprinted to meet Zim's open arms. He buried his head in the alien's neck and continued to sob, overjoyed at being forgiven.

"Do-do you really mean everything you said?" The alien peeped. Dib nodded his head into the Irken's neck, still sobbing.

"Of course," He shakily answered. "I'm so sorry, Zim. Could-could you ever forgive me?"

Zim pondered on this question for half a second, feeling an answer already surface in his mind.

"Y-yes, Dib-human. Zim forgives you." A silent tear fell from his eye as he rested his green head on the boy's shoulder. Time seemed to stop for the two of them as they rolled in their piles of self-pity and sadness. They wanted everything to be behind them already. Dib wasn't surprised when Zim pulled his head up and let their lips meet in a raw, emotion-filled kiss. Tears stained each other's cheeks but had stopped streaming. They focused all of their pain and misery into a loving kiss by letting their tongues swirl and dance together, making faint memories of their kisses they shared surface. Dib's head began to swim as his body took over. He placed a hand on the Irken's soft face and another on his tiny hip; their usual place on his body. Their lower bodies were smashed together, moving slightly with their kiss, creating a delicious friction between the two. Dib pulled his mouth away and moved it to the alien's neck. Zim felt a slight burn, but ignored it as he moaned out softly.

"The-the Armada is to arrive tonight." The alien gasped. The boy instantly pulled his mouth away from the Irken's neck.

"T-tonight?" He echoed. Zim looked wide-eyed at the boy.

"Yes. I assume you are coming along, like we previously arranged?"

Was this really what Dib wanted? More of those stupid thoughts ran through the boy's head. He hated to have to leave his father and sister, but, on the other hand, they didn't even care that he left in the first place! It was different now though, because he was leaving them to die at the hands of a man, well, alien-made disease. He was stuck between his love, and rationality. He didn't want to face reality; he wanted to continue in his fantasy world with Zim. And he would never have to face reality if he went to live with Zim in the stars. He was making a difficult decision, and was choosing the stupid answer.

"Of course," The boy smiled. "That never changed."

"Dib," The alien asked, "I believe that quote you told Zim is true."

"What?" The boy asked, confused. He was a little more focused on the clothes that were getting in the way of that beautiful green skin.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?" The alien quoted. "They did hurt, but more words repaired it. I believe that sticks and stones would hurt worse then mere words. Its more how you interpret the words. If you take the mean ones to heart, then it'll only hurt you. But, if you brush it off, then they won't hurt you."

"That's an interesting spin on it." The human murmured. "I believe all the words you told me repaired all the mean ones too."

"Zim is not nice!" He muttered. Before he could protest more, Dib silenced him with his lips. They met once again, satisfying both of them. Slowly, the human began to push Zim towards the floor and mount him. Once his PAK hit the the metallic floor, his eyes snapped open and glared at the human.

"What are you doing?" He tried to make his voice harsh, but it ended in a pleasured moan as the human had moved his lips back to the green neck of his love.

"Just go with it," Dib whispered to the alien as a hand moved up to fondle his black stalks. The alien's pupil-less eyes rolled to the back of his head as his tongue hung lazily from his mouth. He didn't seem to notice as his clothes were slowly being pulled from his body, soon leaving him naked for the human to see. He was surprised to see how nice the alien's green skin was, but said nothing as he continued to make the Irken comfortable. The human began to quickly shed his clothes and threw them in a pile with Zim's. He had coaxed the alien onto all fours, and was now behind him.

"Wha-what are you doing, Dib-human?" Zim asked, feeling very awkward in that position. As an insufficient answer, the human stuck his two of his fingers into the alien's mouth. The Irken reluctantly lubricated them, earing himself a pat in the head for behaving. "I am not a human dog, stink-child."

"I know," Dib smiled. "And, uh, don't freak out when I do this." The boy had no sexual experience whatsoever. He was just doing what he thought was correct. Zim craned his neck to look at the boy awkwardly, his magenta orbs showing a well hidden worry behind his annoyed stare. Feeling a little guilty, Dib went through with his action.

"Do wha-AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Zim yelped, feeling a humans finger penetrate him. He squirmed at how uncomfortable the bony piece of flesh felt inside of him, moving and doing as it pleased. A thick awkwardness fell over the two as the human tried to make Zim stop yelling.

"I have to do this so I don't hurt you as bad." The human explained sympathetically. Zim looked back and bared his teeth slightly, showing that he wasn't pleased one bit. Dib smiled back, his honey eyes trying to show the Irken sympathy. Finally, he began to calm down and was lazily staring ahead as if in a deep trance. He flinched slightly as another finger made its way inside of him as well, but was finally calm as he got used to the fingers squirming around inside of him; stretching him out slightly for more to come.

"It'll hurt?" Zim asked, remembering Dib's earlier comment.

"Just a little bit. It'll get better though." The teenager grunted as he pulled his fingers out. The alien turned to look at the human again and noticed his member; throbbing and erect. As if on instinct, his tiny claw reached out to touch it. Millions of sparks cackled in the boy's mind as his spine shuddered.

"W-what are you doing?" Dib stuttered, trying to play the situation off as cool but failing miserably.

"What you have done to Zim. This...this-" A pale hand was held up in front of his face.

"Nevermind." The teenager mumbled as the Irken began his playfulness. His tiny, soft hands took hold of the organ and began to stroke it softly and slowly, hypnotizing the hormonal boy. He winced slightly at the touch, but it quickly melted into an interesting sensation; something Dib's hand would never do. As if the Irken could read the boy's mind, his tongue that was lazily lolled out of his mouth went to use as he lowered his green head.

"Zim..." The teenager slightly panicked, feeling uncomfortable. As soon as the first stroke of that hot, wet tongue made it's way over his erection, he moaned loudly and completely lost his train of thought. It took every oun ce of self-control Dib had to push Zim off of him. Lets just say he didn't want anything to happen in that mouth. The Irken gave the human a dirty look, showing he wasn't impressed even more. The struggle for who was superior was getting heated. The boy easily twisted the thin alien around to his original position. His cock had now been teased beyond belief, and he needed release.

"Alright, now get ready." Dib murmured warningly.

"Wait, wha-STOP! STOP IT, HUMAN!" The Irken began screaming random profanities at the human, just making him smile as he slowly forced himself inside of the alien, making him throw his head back in pleasure. He needed to go slow and not hurt his partner. Dib looked down to see the Irken had his eyes shut tight, waiting for it to get better like the human had told him. The teenager began to moan softly, feeling Zim contract around him and tease him into going faster. He tried hard to control himself and not hurt the frail being.

"Tell me when," He murmured as soon as he was all the way inside. The Irken slowly opened his eyes and took deep breaths. He could take it; he was an Irken Elite after all!

"When," The alien muttered, feeling a little agitated with Dib. Slowly, the human began to roll his hips, making way for himself inside Zim. As soon as he was sure he wasn't hurting the alien, he began to make his way deeper and deeper. Zim could still feel that pain, but didn't say anything. Finally, Dib went far enough, rubbing up against a part of the alien that gave him a sharp spark of pleasure. He cried out loudly, startling the human.

"Did I hurt you?" Dib asked. The Irken growled low at the teenager's stupidity.

"No, you idiot. Keep doing that." He commanded. Dib loosely shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told.

Every time the boy rolled his hips, he tried to do exactly what he did before. The moans and cries that came from the alien's mouth confirmed that he was doing it right. Soon, his pace increased, making Zim almost loose himself. They were both stained with perspiration and were panting from the intensity of the situation. The teenager's hand had moved towards the alien's throbbing member and began to stroke it in the rhythm of their sex. Soon, the human lost himself, pumping the Irken full of his seed. He cried out, sharing Zim's pleasure in the matter. He had an orgasm soon after, making him collapse onto the cold, metal floor. He half expected his skin to sizzle upon hitting the floor, but it didn't. The human collapsed on top of him, feeling very tired.

"So...this is human sex..." The Irken muttered. "Not too bad."

"It'll get better; it was only our first time." The human explained, cuddling next to Zim on the floor.

"It gets better?" He yawned, pushing his forehead into the the boy's chest.

"Yeah." Dib murmured, resting his head on top of the alien's.

"You can tell Zim about it as we head to Irk tonight."

"Ok."

"Hey, Dib?"

"Yeah?"

"Zim loves you."

"I love you, too. Now, go to sleep."

Author's Note: They finally had sex! Next chapter is the last one.