AN: I apologize for the delay in this chapter.

Some Kind of Crazy Love Potion

Chapter 13

"Always Use Protection"

Dib was surprised at the end result of his and Zim's not so sudden coupling...

Zim sat on the bed, still pleading for Dib's pity, and it came when Dib relented. Part of the release was Dib's acceptance of his changed body. Zim's heart raced when Dib began to peel away his clothes to reveal soft green skin tinged with heat and desire. Each barely there brush of Dib's skin against his own sent a wave of chills up his spine and into the very sensitive nerve receptors in his pak. Zim had been afraid that Dib would be disappointed with his post-partum body, but Dib seemed to find great interest in his rounder body. He was supple, yet firm.

Dib whispered near his antennae, "Are you sure?"

"Very," Zim replied in an exhale. Dib smiled and began to purposely touch Zim in places he knew would be very receptive. Slowly and gently his hands roamed until one hand found its way to Zim's most sensitive place, the spot he needed remedied. Hearing Zim's tiny gasp of pleasure gave Dib courage to explore the place between his legs. He didn't penetrate, only grazed and scraped, lightly pinched and caressed. Dib found himself becoming harder and harder, his pants becoming tighter and tighter.

A small unsure kiss sealed their fate. Another deeper kiss brought them falling to the bed.

Each instinctively remembered the other's taste. Dib was warm and sweet, Zim hot and sweeter to the tongue. Dib broke away to move to Zim's neck and as he did, a curious thought entered his mind. There was a feeling of forgetting something.

I'm...there's something that I'm missing, he thought. Then it finally hit him.

"Shit," he said rudely into Zim's neck.

"What?" the alien asked breathlessly. Dib lifted up and looked into his eyes.

"We have to stop."

Zim was indignant. "Why? You said you would--"

"Sssh. I will, but I don't have any protection. I don't want to get you pregnant again."

"Oh. Zim does not wish to be pregnant again either." Zim paused.. "What is this protection you speak of. Is it a weapon?" Dib smirked at the question.

"No. Just lay here and I'll be right back." Dib slid off the bed, leaving Zim naked, as he went straight to his father's room to search for condoms. He was not surprised to leave empty handed, so he gave Gaz's room a search. Nothing. He was actually thankful that he didn't find any in her room. What an awkward moment that would have been!

Dib refused to have sex without protection, so the only option was to go to the convenience store. It was more than a comfortable walking distance. Dib told Zim to get dressed.

"We're going on a little trip."

-

Zim looked out the car window to ease his mind. Maybe that blur of a tree would distract him from the feelings he now had to suppress. Certainly he came close to getting laid and Dib further helped his body reach new realms of wanting, but suddenly stopping, getting dressed, putting a squirming smeet in her car-seat, and driving to the store was not his idea of a perfect evening.

The sun and the darkening horizon were beautiful though. Earth is nice, Zim thought.

Ima was sucking on a plastic toy thing and looking at the back of Zim's disguised head. She had no disguise of her own. Frankly no one cared that she was green or had antennae or that she was only a week or so old and could hold her head up with the coordination of a one year old. Dib said she was precocious and Zim added smartly, "Only because she is part Irken." Dib assented to the truth. Ima could probably learn to walk in the next few months because of her anatomy. She did not have the stocky human baby fat, rather, she was compact and slim, more like a tiny version of Zim.

Dib tried to make small talk on the way to the store, but Zim was not very receptive. He was quiet more than silently defiant (as he usually was).

"Are you tired?" Dib asked of Zim.

"No."

"Okay."

"Want anything?" Dib asked when he parked at the store.

"No." Dib sighed and nervously entered the small convenience store. Thankfully no one was pumping gas or was browsing the short aisles stocked with various brands of soda, candy, gum, maps, keychains, and the like. Dib did not want to be seen buying condoms, especially by anyone he knew. The taunts would be endless. He had never bought the wonderful contraptions before, so he wasn't quite sure which size to get; in the end he grabbed the regular sized ones and paid for them (thankfully without a blush). The cashier, an older woman, barely looked up from her magazine to acknowledge what or who was buying. Dib could have bought beer for all she knew.

Back in the car Dib found Zim playing with the radio, switching rapidly through the channels. Ima was cooing and giggling at the franticly changing sounds. Pop, country, jazz, rap, classical...all blurred together into a hideous noise that she found very amusing.

Dib chuckled at her cute giggles. "I love you Ima," he said absently starting the car.

Zim slightly frowned at Dib's gushy feelings. Of course he did not care that the human had a lot of affection/love/devotion/lots-of-other-stuff towards his smeet, but the fact that Dib gave his feelings so freely and without reciprocation amazed him. After all, Dib and he planned to have sex later, an act that Dib agreed to do for no particular price or reason, other than the fact that Zim begged.

Dib is the most super nice person in the whole world!

Yes, Dib is doing this because he is too good for his own...good, thought Zim as the car drove them home. I will use him for sex like any sane person would do, then I will...I will...do something!

Zim pondered his intentions with Dib in the future as the car pulled into the garage.

"Shit," Dib said in a low breath, so as not to harm Ima's innocent ears. She seemed to have heard, thus her strange accusing laugh.

"What is it?" Zim asked with a pout. Dib saying "shit" again was not good.

"My dad's home," he pointed to his father's car. Zim had not noticed the empty spot earlier.

"So?"

"We can't have se--do it--while my dad is here. That's just weird."

"Then we will go to my base. Leave the child with your father."

Dib frowned at the plan, even though it was the only option, so the three entered the house to confront Professor Membrane with a sudden babysitting job.

Membrane chuckled as he watched Random TV Show on channel 22. He enjoyed his free time and wasted it solely on TV or playing with hand puppets shaped in his image.

"Hey dad," Dib greeted with Ima perched happily in his arms.

"Son! Granddaughter! And...guest! Who might this be, Dib?" Membrane arched a brow at the green boy who seemed so familiar, both to his memory and similar to his little Ima.

"This is Zim, remember, from school?"

"Ah yes, the foreign boy. May I make an observation in saying that you seem to be afflicted with the same skin condition as my granddaughter here?"

"Oh, yes," Zim spoke softly, nervously. "It seems so."

"Hmm. Dib?" Membrane questioned his name sternly. Dib knew it meant it was time to fess up or suffer the wrath of his usually placid father. Zim had a wild deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face, scared out of his wits, but Dib knew that this had to be done.

"Okay dad you caught me," Dib began dully and matter-of-factly. "Zim is the mother of Ima. We had sex the day your pesticide was sprayed over the city. I've been living with him for the past several months to help with the pregnancy and now we need you to keep Ima for the night so we can have some time alone."

Dib blinked.

Zim was having a heart attack.

Membrane broke out into laughter. "My son has a sense of HUMOR!"

"Alright son, I'll keep my baby for the night." Membrane cooed as Dib slipped the girl into his father's loving arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "You and your friend...HA HA...have a good night." Membrane winked suggestively (somehow it showed through his goggles) as the two awkwardly left the room and got back into Dib's car to leave for Zim's base.

They sat for a moment to interpret Membrane's words.

"Did he actually believe what you said, Dib-human?" Zim asked amused.

"I dunno," Dib confessed.

-

Dib had seen this room before. Zim had kept it immaculate the few times he'd visited, but now it was messy, a sign of Zim's indecision, anger, pain, and irrationality. Everything had changed for Zim, and not for the better. He had gotten pregnant, lost his base and his dignity when Dib found out about his banishment and then, in the end, he had been all but abandoned by Dib. Zim knew Dib had no choice and he did not want Dib living with him, but he had never been so lonely when Dib and Ima left.

So lonely and desperate for attention and touch and feeling.

Now Dib was going to pay attention to him and touch him and make that feeling come gushing out of him in one fantastic, climactic moment.

Zim excused the state of his room...not that he cared what Dib thought.

"Looks like mine when I'm lazy," Dib responded honestly. "So, I guess we..." Dib cleared his throat. God it would have been so easy to just fuck him earlier without having to go through this awkwardness again.

"I guess," Zim said. "If you still want to," he added cryptically, almost asking.

"Do you?"

Zim shrugged. "Zim yes or no?"

Zim sat on the bed and discarded his disguise. He squirmed with indecision and he looked up at Dib pathetically, as if asking Dib to make the decision for him. Zim really wanted to do this, only for his body's sake, but that did not mean he was entirely comfortable with the upcoming act itself, after all, the first time left him with a great deal of pain.

Pain, he remembered, through a thin gloss of pleasure.

"It will hurt?" Zim asked softly.

Ah, it doesn't matter. The pain will be worth it. This desire hurts so much...

"I won't hurt you," Dib answered honestly.

"Are you sure?"

A pause. "Yes, I'm one-hundred percent sure, Zim. You weren't concerned with this earlier, so why now?"

"Eh...I forgot." Zim sighed heavily when Dib sat next to him and put a confident hand on his thigh.

"I promise I won't hurt you, okay, and if it does hurt, just yell or something, and I'll stop." Dib's sudden bright smile gave Zim enough confidence to accept a small kiss. Kissing was pleasant and it didn't hurt, it only led to hurt, but Dib promised--It would not hurt.

"You better not be lying to me human," Zim said between kisses. Dib didn't answer, instead he helped Zim out of his clothes, again, and laid him on the bed awkwardly because of his pak.

"Oh wait," the alien said as he quickly snatched off his pak and laid it at arms reach. Dib almost yelled at his stupidity--Irkens need their paks to live!--until he saw two thin, clear flexible cables leading from the pak into Zim.

"I can still stay connected," Zim said in response to Dib's horrified expression.

"Neat."

"Get on with it."

"Sorry." Dib dove in for another kiss to shut the alien up. Zim was naked and expectant again, yet Dib was still clothed. Why was he delaying? Why was he touching him again with his fingers? By the Tallests it felt so good to have Dib slip his fingers between him, splitting him, finding one slit for one organ and another above it for...Dib discovered its mystery finally. It was nothing more than a very hidden clit, so tiny and shy that it hid until the body's bliss was enough to encourage it to peep outside its hot enclosure. Dib's fingers ran over it, wet, throbbing, and Zim quietly moaned. Everything was soaked.

Dib looked into Zim's eyes. He seemed focused, yet torn between experiencing his body and being lost in his own mind. It was the beginning of true rapture. For Dib, touching the object of his undivided attention confused him. He didn't love Zim or even like him as a friend, but there was substance between them and it allowed Dib to succumb to this moment. He slipped out of his clothes carefully. Zim watched each inch of white skin exposed until there was nothing but white.

The thing that caused Zim undue fear was pointed at his body. The crude rawness of their naked bodies suddenly scared Zim, who existed in the realm of machines and hidden reproduction, non-touch, and synthesis. His heart beat and his squeedily-spooch quivered as he watched Dib slip a box from his coat pocket. Inside were packets and inside those were the condoms, Dib explained, that would protect both of them. Dib slipped the circular object over his penis, giving it a slick new skin.

"Just relax."

And Zim obeyed. His back against the cool sheets, Zim was completely at Dib's mercy, but it was a position of his own decision...his and his alone.

Neither of them were completely ready for the emotional impact, but when the motions began, Dib entering Zim, both let themselves be lost in the physical rapture. Zim moaned with every thrust Dib delivered, thrusts that were hard yet gentle inside the hot slick passage.

Pain was far from what Zim was feeling. Dib's skin against his own sent chills up his spine and put more fire in his loins. The intrusive organ inside him kept moving in and out, sometimes slipping out but being pushed back in. Dib's body created a friction against his sensitive clit and made him cry out so softly that the human's pitiful hearing missed the gentle sound of pleasure. Dib could only really hear his own blood pounding in his ears.

Zim's eyes were barely open when Dib came. His body quivered and his body arched up away from Zim, who had not reached climax, yet Dib fell back into a steady rhythm when Zim's muscles squeezed him tighter and sucked him back inside to make him finish.

Dib pressed himself against Zim and thrust harder and harder and with one final, violent push Zim came as well and went limp instantly. There were no orgasmic screams or loving kisses to seal the experience, only a satisfied alien and a boy who did what he had to do.

tbc.