Father of mine--part 2.
pairing: PM/D
warnings: just like most of my other stories, non-conness ahead folks. dont run away though its just a story.
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AN: i know i said id wait till monday to do another chapter but i figured id make good use of a bad day.
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This boy.....
This boy who's wide brown eyes held an adorable deer-in-headlights look, hidden in part by rumpled indigo hair.....Who's cheeks had flushed red with anger and excitement, and small mouth gaped open.
This small, frightened child he held off the ground with such ease....

This was his son.

And his son had single-handedly destroyed months....YEARS worth of research and work. Throwing Dib against a wall, the larger Pro Membrane towered over him.

"Why." This was not a question.

Dib shook his head and screwed up his face defiently. His narrowed eyes grew hard, portraying feelings without words.

"What? You think i dont spend enough TIME with you?" Membrane asked. "You don't know how HARD I work, how much TIME I spend trying to provide for this family!"

Punches flew and the sound of flesh on flesh made him smile. After a few minutes, he turned his back to his son in disgust, shuffling toward the door and muttering to himself.

"Your mother didnt know either, she didnt understand one bit...Always getting in the way...", his voice become high-pitched and mocking, "Memmie, take me to the paark. Memmie, get out of that basement. Memmie please stop experimenting on the dog--"

"HEY!" Membrane swung around to find Dib standing in a puddle of green antibodies, obviously trying to make his tiny beaten body look bigger. "Don't talk about mom like that."

Membrane raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "OH and what do you plan to do about it DIBBY?" He pulled on his sons ear, then slapped him hard across the face. "Perhaps you would like to take her place!"

Smiling cynically behind his labcoat, he suddenly realised how....interesting that proposal really was. Dib *did* look so much like that stinking maggot baby he married. And, as much as he hated her, she had always found a way to turn him on. Yes....she had known what he liked...

Membrane slapped his son again, harder this time, and heard his wife's cry as Dib crashed into a table. He saw his wifes bloody and broken face as he looked at the small, half-conscious boy.

The frightened whimper of a defeated spirit sent tingling ripples of excitment up his arms and spine as he threw Dib over the wooden table he had toppled over.

Membrane swore he could *hear* skin tear as he thrust himself inside the tiny body. Small short crys of pain with each push deeper sent him higher and higher....

This boy.....
This boy who's wide brown eyes squinted shut in agony, who's cheeks had gone ghostly pale with fear and pain, and small mouth gaped open in various degrees of screaming.
This small child he buried himself inside of with such ease....

This was his son.

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I know, im not that good of a writer, but give a review anyway.....How'd i do? This is...i guess.....the end of my first Zim fic. But i dont know. should i keep at it or end it here??