A/n:

Sorry for the long wait. This chapter is quite long and should make up for it :]
Thank you for the reviews. I may as well say that yes, this will eventually be a m-preg ZADR.

Warning: Nudity and suggestive themes are contained in this chapter. Turn back now anti-ZADR's.

Chapter 25

Dib's P.O.V

My father really irritated me to no end sometimes.

This wasn't the first time he'd just come home out of the blue. He'd done it quite a few times in the past, and one of those times he had actually expected me to prepare an entire roast dinner for his lab assistants when I was trying to look after a sick Gaz. It really showed how much he actually cared about me or my sister. If Gaz or I were to die, I honestly think he wouldn't notice, let alone care.

I'd given him the stupid meal and left. No thanks. No 'how are you son?' just a cold grunt of approval towards me. What a ba-

I sighed. I really didn't like to use horrible names towards my father, but he was a jerk.

No doubt about that.

Zim was still waiting for me in the kitchen when I returned, just gazing almost solemnly out towards the rain. I saw him perk a little at my presence, but he didn't look towards me.

"Looks like you're stuck here, huh?" I said to him. He looked at me out the corner of his eye.

"Not that I wouldn't like to be," he replied. "I just hope GIR and Minimoose are okay. I haven't been to the base as much."

I nodded. Zim spent most of his time with me now.

"Well, thanks to dad unexpectedly coming home, I kind of feel like our nights been ruined..." I said grudgingly. I'd been really looking forward to spending the night alone with Zim.

"It's not ruined, Dib-pet. We could always go to my house."

"But what about GIR and Minimoose? I... well, would like to– ya know. But it just feels strange with others around."

"You would like more of this 'sex' with Zim, Dib-pet?" he asked blatantly. I blushed.

"Well…"

"I can always send them out. Or lock them in a room in the base."

"Okay. But, it's raining…"

"We don't have to leave yet," the Irken replied. "Why don't we go up to your base?"
"Bedroom?"

"Yes, that area," he muttered. "Zim knew that."

I shrugged. I highly doubted that.

I led him back upstairs to my bedroom. Once I'd shut and made sure to lock the door, Zim removed his wig and contacts, tossing them aside. I could tell how much he hated wearing the disguise. I watched intrigued as his antennae slinked up.

Zim plomped himself down onto my bed, and I joined him, pulling him into my arms and glomping him. He let out a shriek but started to laugh. We lay side by side on my bed.

"Don't you find it odd, Dib?"

"What?" I asked, propping myself up onto an elbow and looking at my beautiful alien.

"You are hyooman. I am Irken. Yet, there is this love between us. Where I come from, that would be forbidden. To mate with another species, let alone share this 'love.' Does it not apply on Earth?"

"Of course it does, Zim. But like I give a shit about what anybody else thinks. Then again, nobody has to even know. But, I know for sure I love you. I always have, I just never wanted to admit it to myself… that I was gay…"

"Gay?" he asked me.

"Well… when a male loves another male. It's taboo and it's looked down upon. Most people that are gay are treated as outcasts. I don't think that's very fair. Love isn't a crime. If a girl loves another girl, or a guy loves a guy, shouldn't they also be allowed to be happy? If that's what they want?"

Zim shrugged. "I really do not know, but if you say so then I agree with you. Where I come from, there is no 'love.'"

"What do you mean by 'you don't know?'" I asked him.

"I find it a hard concept to understand. I find hyoomans hard to understand. As I said, there is none of this 'love' on Irk. We are neutral. Irkens do not have feelings. If they do, they are defective. Like me."

I felt my heart sink slightly as he said that.

"Zim?" he looked at me.

"What is it like where you come from? Like… what are Irkens like?"

"My people are cold, and relentless Dib. You would not survive for two seconds on Irk without being captured or killed. We are raised solely for one purpose, and that is to conquer. We believe in unity between our people, whereas your species is diverse. By unity I mean we are all here for the same reason. You hyoomans come in many shapes and sizes. No two hyoomans are alike. Well, except for those humans that come in pairs (I think he meant identical twins). You don't agree on things the way we do. If we get an order from the Tallest, we have to obey it, even if we die for it."

I lay back down and looked at him, my head resting on my pillow. He continued on.

"Irkens are soldiers, Dib. Invaders. We are all treated the same. If one Irken is taller than another, they are given more respect. Because we live in space – gravity is heavy. We do not grow, and if we do, that is considered as rare. I would be considered tall where I come from. In fact, possibly one of the tallest Irkens with the exception of the Tallest, but since I am no longer welcomed by my people, it doesn't matter."

I gave him a heart-felt smile. He closed his eyes.

"Our PAK's eliminate anything we might feel – like love, or sadness. All Irkens care about are themselves. That's how we are raised. No two Irkens are friends. And that's the way it's always been on Irk. Mating was eliminitated out to stop Irkens developing 'feelings' because it would just hinder or possibly halt or stop us from reaching our objective. And because mating was eliminated, cloning was introduced. So, whereas hyoomans are different from each other, you will find identical Irkens. We all look the same, although our appearances might be slightly different. "

I was amazed at how much Zim was telling me, but at the same time, I wanted to hear more. It was incredible! I was learning so many things I'd never even knew about!

I asked him about his planet and what that was like.

"Well, Earth is very colourful. Irk is nothing like it. There are many buildings, all the same colour. Everything is monotone, like all of us are. We have hovercrafts and cruisers for transport, though most of the higher-ranking Irkens live aboard the Massive. We travel throughout space to conquer. That's about it really. Most Irkens live off Irk, or go to Devastis to train for a certain number of years. "

"Where did you live?"

"On Irk. I had a standard base there. Irken smeets are assigned bases, with a computer that provides some care until we are old enough to leave. My computers been with me since I was a smeet."

Smeet. I had a feeling I knew what that meant but wanted to hear it from Zim.

"Is a smeet like a baby?"

"Yes. Like your newborn hyoomans babies."

"You were a smeet?" My heart almost leapt at the thought of a baby Zim.

"Of course, Dib-pet."

I wondered if he had any pictures. Or if there was anyway I could see him as a child.

"Are you an adult, Zim?"

He shook his head. "Almost. I am same age as you, in Earth years."

"I see."

There was quite a bit of silence between us after that. I hesitated slightly, before asking another question.

"What is it like, being Irken Zim?"

"Eh?" he turned to face me, also lying down onto the pillow beside me.

"Like... being you. Being an alien. Being that way…"

He took a moment to respond and I guessed he was trying to understand what I was asking him.

"Eh, it is okay. I would not like to be anything else. I am fine being Zim. You?"

I paused. "Well... I guess I'm the same. I couldn't imagine being something, or someone else."

"Why do you humans have hair?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, thinking back to how he tried to eat mine before.

"To keep dirt and viruses out inside our bodies, like in my nose there would be microscopic hairs that keep out dirt and trap foreign particles, but also to keep us warm in a way. I guess," I scratched my head. I'd never really thought about it before. Zim seemed intrigued.

"So is that your antenna?" he asked me, pointing to my scythe-like cowlick. I laughed.

"No Zim. Humans don't have antennae. It's just hair. It doesn't do anything and I can hardly even feel it."

He reached up and ran his hand through my hair. "Such an unusual alien you are, Dib-pet."

I nearly retorted to that, then I remembered that he was right. I'd been so used to labelling him as the alien, I'd never bothered to realise that to him, I'd also be an alien.

"Heh... yeah, humans are quite plain and boring Zim."

"I find them interesting." he replied.

"I find you interesting." I replied, giving him a smirk.

I propped my self up again and looking down at him. He looked up at me from where he lay, and I reached over and removed his tunic. He'd put it back on after we'd learned that dad was coming home.

I gently pressed my hands to his skin and ran them up his chest. His skin was so soft and smooth. I couldn't feel anything. No flaws, or imperfections. Just smooth skin. I leaned forward and put my ear to his chest, wondering if he had a heart.

I couldn't hear anything at first, but then faintly, I heard something. It was nothing like the sound of a human heart-beat. More like a soft thump, then a long hum, followed by another two thumps. This repeated over and over. I wondered how his body and circulatory system actually worked.

Zim was content. He just watched me as I inspected his body and listened to his heart beating inside of his squeedily-spooch. His breathing rate was much quicker than a human's. More like that of a cat or dog. When he breathed in, I heard a strange 'click-flap' type of noise. Like there was some kind of valve inside of him that air passed though. It was hard to describe the sensation I felt. Almost like an out of world experience.

Well, for me anyway. After all, this was a living alien I was listening to and examining.

I sat up. Zim looked at me with a neutral expression, but I saw his antennae perk up in curiosity. He still said nothing to me, though. He watched me, waiting to see what I would do next.

I removed his pants, slowly bringing them down over his knees and pushing his feet out of them, before putting them down. I felt slight heat at his nude form, but I hadn't removed his pants for that reason. I started to run my hand along his legs, feeling the bone structure. He had a structure similar to mine. When I pressed my hands to his hips, I felt a pelvis inside of him, but it was more like that of a female's, which explained Zim's curves. Most likely because of the fact male and female Irkens could bear offsping. I wondered if Zim had organs similar to a woman's. Or maybe there was some kind of pouch in his squeedily-spooch where the smeet developed. So many questions...

I peeked at that small slit between the Irken's legs. It was hardly noticeable. You would think he was a mule just looking at him from a distance. Zim looked a bit uncomfortable, but still didn't say anything to me. Cautiously I traced a finger along there, and he squirmed a little.

"Zim? Do you uh... ever use the bathroom?" I asked, VERY awkwardly.

He nodded. "You are not going to ask of that, are you?"

I shook my head. "No, even I know that's going over the line."

He just looked at me. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not as he still had a neutral expression.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I just think... you're... well... amazing. Your body is really uh... nice."

"Yes. I am Zim, after all."

I rolled my eyes. A moment or so later, he sat up, and pushed me back down. I looked up at him, wondering what he was doing. Soon enough, I got my answer.

"My turn."

I swallowed a little, distant memories of being afraid of aliens and being experimented upon blossoming up somewhere from the depths of my subconsciousness, but I told myself that this was Zim, and he loved me. He wasn't like other aliens.

Zim removed my shirt and started to explore my chest. He'd already had his gloves off, so I drew in a gasp at the feeling of those talons against my skin. They were sharp, but Zim didn't push hard enough to cut or hurt me, and I was thankful for that. I felt him run a talon over my nipple, before circling my naval.

"Why do you have these things?" he asked me.

"Well, I just do. The circle thing on my stomach is from an umbilical cord… we get fed through them when we are developing in our mothers wombs."

"So that holey thing had a tube attached to it?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Where is the tube?"

I snorted a little. "Well, when babies are born, the placenta and umbilical cord also come out with the baby. The umbilical cord is cut off and the part that's attached to the baby just dies off from lack of blood supply and eventually falls of, leaving a belly-button."

"This thing?" Zim poked at my stomach.

"Yeah. I see you don't have one."

Zim shook his head. "I was created, Dib. Not born."

I nodded, watching him as he continued to explore, running his hands over some of my scars from previous battles with him. He didn't say anything but his forlorn expression as he saw them all over my body told me he was regretful, or possibly even guilty, of them.

He continued to my pants, which he slid down and did the same to me as I did to him, exploring my groin and nether regions. I blushed.

He didn't say anything, but he did ask me what a female was like compared to me. I told him that they were kind of like him. It was a really awkward situation for both of us, but in the end I figured it would no doubt bring us closer and help us understand each other more.

When he was finished, he pulled back on his pants, and I pulled mine back up as we lay side by side again. This time I held him in my arms again. I was glad that dad was down in the lab and my door was locked. I'd feel much more comfortable doing this with Zim with nobody home. Zim sniffled a little beneath me and I rested my chin between his antennae.

"Zim? I need to talk to you about something."

"Eh?" he asked.

"Well... remember how I filled you with that 'gooey' stuff?"

"Yes?"

"Well, that gooey stuff is not just gooey stuff Zim. It has... uh, what we call 'sperm' in it. In a human female, the sperm enter the body and find an egg. If a sperm gets through and the egg if fertilized, a baby will start to develop."

"Yes...?"

I sighed. "Zim, as you told me all Irken's are capable of bearing smeets, there is a chance that, well, you could fall pregnant. With a smeet."

Zim jerked up out of my grasp. "Zim could bear smeet?"

I nodded sheepishly. He looked shocked. "What happens then?"

"Well... we'd become parents, I guess. A family. You WOULD keep it, right? After all, it would be... be our child." I looked up, kind of spaced out as I said that last part.

Zim was quiet. "I don't know. I guess so. I've never raised a smeet before, let alone had one."

"Well, I raised Gaz because dad was never around, so I have experience at raising a child, but still..."

Zim sighed.

"Listen Zim, no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you, and the smeet... if it ever comes to that."

He looked at me.

"I love you."

Zim gave me a small smile. "I love you too, Dib-pet."

"Good."

I kissed him on the head, before we lay again and waited for the rain to ease off.