Lunar Lilly Muse: Er, thank you? I think. Hah.gives you a cookie

Silver Beast Girl Midnight: Ooh, naughty girl xDD And it IS rated M, so brace yourselves, laddies O.O; I saw that in your fic before I read this review, and I was all ... "Eh? This is like mine/suspicion>." But then I read this and realized you had no idea before and went, "Woo!" randomly. You probably don't care, but I share anyways!

Purpledemon: Haha, I totally stole that line from Mortos Der Soulstealer and switched it from "vermin lord". Curse you Jhonen and Eric Truehart and your amazing writing! Thanks very much ;

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QueSaraSara: Yes ma'am! Sorry bout that o.O; I update now!

Just as a double warning, this chapter DOES! contain explicit content and is probably not suitable for those under 16. Even
though I'm 14. So it's kind of hypocritical. Just saying: don't like, don't read, don't sue. Enjoy.
"…Wait, WHAT!"

Zim stared wide-eyed at Dib as he started to fidget with the hem of his shirt, tugging compulsively on the bottom. "I said … I would," he mumbled so thickly and quietly that he wasn't sure if Zim could even understand it. Zim's eyes locked onto Dib's, his mouth hanging slightly slack in disbelief.

"Well … I-I … and you? Actually … will? Ah, hm…"

Zim was talking to himself, something Dib was known to do but still weirded out by. He watched the alien for several long seconds and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he finally asked sharply, and Zim's eyes flickered back up to Dib. "You WANTED to waste a whole year on this stupid thing?"

"N-n-no," Zim snapped in a stammering voice. "This is just … un-unexpected … and …"

"So, what? Because I said 'yes' now you're just not GOING to?"

"That's not what I-"

"I don't think this thing's hurting you that much at all. You're just AFRAID."

"Shut up! You don't even KNOW-"

"I don't know cuz you're not DOING anything!"

"I'm just-"

"Just what? Getting ready? Holding off? Being af-"

All at once, Zim's arms were locked so tightly around Dib's neck that Dib was having a slight problem with breathing. The force of all 84 pounds the smaller male crashing into him sent the two of them toppling to the floor, and before Dib could get a word out, Zim's snake-like tongue was darting down Dib's throat, coiling around his tongue and flickering inside. Dib gasped at the sudden contact and started desperately pulling at Zim's arms. Zim reluctantly broke away.

"What!"

"…Here!"

Zim glanced around, for what seemed like the first time realizing that they were still in the living room. The window was wide open for anyone to see inside, and GIR was staring at the two of them in awe.

"IT JUST LIKE WHAT MARY DONE TO STEVE ON-" he started squealing, but Zim impatiently kicked him in the head.

"Come on," he snapped to Dib, grabbing him by the wrist and jerking him towards the wall. "Computer! Level 2!"

An opening appeared right in front of where the couch was, and Zim and Dib were carried down on a platform towards the lower levels. Dib was glancing around in amazement, taking everything in as the two of them descended. Zim just restlessly tugging Dib off the platform and onto the ground beside it, starting to throw himself at Dib again when Dib stopped him.

"Wait, wait! Just right here on the floor?"

"I don't CARE!" Zim cried in a forced voice, grabbing at his antennae. "Anywhere! I only came down here because I didn't want that horrible, stupid neighbor-lady seeing!"

Dib sighed and glanced around. "F-fine. But it's gonna be cold, you know. This is all metal."

"No, really? I thought it was cotton," Zim retorted testily, crossing his arms and frowning. Dib glanced him over and sighed.

"All right! Fine, okay. I'll shut up now!" he sighed, grabbing the front of Zim's shirt and pulling him forward with a surprised squawk. Zim gasped as Dib's lips collided with his own and the human started pulling his body in closer, at least trying to get SOMETHING out of this horrendous experience he was putting himself through. Zim felt his arms get pinned up against the wall behind them as Dib pushed the both forward, slamming them both against the metal. Zim squeaked in slight discomfort, blanching as Dib's own tongue entered his mouth. His body slowly relaxed as the two began to tangle together in a sort of battle for space in each other's mouths. Dib's sharp-angled hands were plucking Zim's from off the wall and placing them on his hips as Dib pulled away. "You have to get into it if I do, space boy," Dib snapped in a breathless voice, automatically capturing Zim's lips in his own before the male could protest.

And then they were moving again. Dib was peeling off his trench coat and throwing it somewhere to the side as Zim uneasily ran his hands up Dib's sides, trying to figure out what to do to comply with Dib's yells. They never did anything like this on Irk. The breeders never had any of this 'making out' as humans called it beforehand. There was none of this 'foreplay'. His eyes widened with an idea as they fled down to squeeze Dib's butt, remembering seeing some guy doing that to his girlfriend. Dib jerked away again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I don't know!" Zim replied truthfully, pulling his hands away and sighing. "I don't know how to do this! You do it!"

"Fine!"

Dib just snapped off Zim's gloves, revealing two three-fingered hands as bright a green as the rest of his skin, and jerked off Zim's top faster than he could figure out which word to object with. "Now we're getting somewhere." He crushed his mouth against Zim's again. Zim was breathing slightly heavily into the Dib's mouth as his blue t-shirt he wore every single day followed suit, landing just on top of Zim's uniform. Dib was kicking off his boots too, and Zim figured he should probably follow him. He did the same, but with some difficulty due to the body being pressed up against him.

"Dib," Zim mumbled through Dib's lips and pushed the boy's shoulder's back. "Grah, your pants are stabbing me!"

Dib looked down, confused until he saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "Oh, God!"

"What? What? Is something wrong?"

"No, this is SUPPOSED to happen, but … ew!"

"Well, why are you screaming like a glothnar if nothing's wrong!"

"Because I'm getting … turned ON by this," Dib spat in a slightly disgusted voice, looking up to Zim just in time to see his antennae droop slightly.

"A-aren't you s-s-supposed to?" Zim stammered, and Dib just shook his head.

"J-just … never mind. Forget it." They, slightly awkwardly, embraced again, Zim feeling a little hurt from that last comment. He didn't feel actual 'love' outside of The Chill, and any emotion was painfully strong during then. He blinked hard to try to concentrate on what was going on, but it was difficult. Dib was just ignoring Zim's body language and starting at the waist of his pants, beginning to slide them down the alien's narrow hips in order to just get the whole thing done and over with. Zim felt his breathing quicken as Dib disposed of said clothing and started to tug off his own, boxers included. This was really happening … It … He felt dizzy just thinking about it. He hadn't done this for years now.

"Dib," Zim spluttered as Dib lowered himself onto Zim. Dib paused and raised an eyebrow.

"What? What!"

Zim swallowed. "Just … be careful. It's easy to lose yourself in such an act. And this … isn't the best of experiences on the receiving half."

Dib just slowly nodded as he gently positioned himself. Zim had 'girl parts', and any other moment, this would have been the funniest thing in the world. At the moment, however, it wasn't the first thing on his mind. He paused a second and bit his lip. "Uh, Zim…?" he mumbled in a wondering voice, glancing up.

"Eh?"

"Can … Can Irkens get pregnant?"

Zim looked up at Dib and sighed. "They can but I can't," he said impatiently. "Invaders can't and … I just … can't … any…way… just go, okay?"

"Right," he stammered, shaking his own head. "R-r-ready?" He blinked thoroughly, still in complete disbelief that he was doing this. This has to be a dream. Wake up, Dib! he thought furiously as he looked up to Zim's eyes. Sweat was already pouring down his face, and his glasses kept sliding down his nose.

"Sh-sure. Whatever," Zim mumbled, and looked away as, in one fluid motion, Dib just pushed in.

Automatically after, two sharp gasps entered the room, but certainly not in the same tones. Dib felt his arms shudder slightly as a warm feeling captured him and spiraled up his spine. He chewed hard on his tongue to hide the yell he was on the verge of letting out. You're not enjoying this. You hate it. You ha-oh, Christ, this feels really good. He shut his eyes as he slowly slid out and pushed hard back in, arising another squeak from Zim's lips. Zim was concentrating hard on not shoving Dib off of him right then and there. He needed to just get this over with, but the Dib-stink was already beginning to get rough. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last. He dug his fingers unrelentingly into Dib's shoulder blades, feeling tiny beads of blood start to burn his skin as they pooled up from under his nails. Dib hardly noticed as he started a rhythmic pattern, trying to enter at different angles as if to make this feel any better for Zim.

Zim didn't look so hot. He was wincing with every movement, and the hisses of pain filtering through his clenched teeth were growing increasingly louder as they continued. "D-d-dib," he whimpered, cringing as Dib entered him again. "W-w-wait." Dib wasn't waiting. Zim let out another squeak and dug his nails harder into Dib's back, clenching his eyes shut tight and biting down hard on his bottom lip. Dib was oblivious. His own eyes were closed, and he hardly noticed anything around him. He just kept moving.

"Dib!" Zim tried again, his voice more high-pitched. Dib's eyes slid open just in time for him to climax hard into the male. Zim bit down on Dib's shoulder, crying out in pain at the force of it. Zim's eyes widened in horror as Dib slowly pulled out, looking over Zim with slight confusion, and a low, sizzling noise cut through the air. Zim started grabbing at his stomach as if it were on fire, collapsing on all fours and choking on his own screams.

"What! What!" Dib cried hysterically, not sure what was going on. He rolled Zim over onto his back and looked down slightly concernedly to the alien as he slowly began to calm. An eye was still twitching in discomfort as he bent over himself and clutched his stomach.

"What … the hell … was that stuff?"

Dib looked all the more confused. "What … stuff…?" His eyes widened in realization. "Oh! That's, um … it's … part of what males do… I guess. It's used … to get the females pregnant. And stuff."

Zim scowled up at him with one of the darkest glares Dib had ever seen. "You neglected to mention THAT."

"I thought you knew!"

"Really looks like I did!"

Dib blew up a strand of hair in his eyes. "Well, what big deal is it anyway!"

"Because it was WATER-BASED, you insolent fool boy!" Zim snapped, standing and impatiently brushing himself off. "I can protect my outsides but not my INSIDES, you idiot!"

Dib wasn't getting it. He shook his head once and went to open his mouth to speak when he clapped two hands over it. "Oh, shit," he mumbled through his fingers. "Ahhh, I forgot about the whole … water … allergy thing," he said weakly, running his fingers through his jet-black hair. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know – you just haven't had a reaction to water since that balloon I threw at you…"

"Why do you think I'm ABSENT every time it rains?" Zim asked him slowly, giving him looks as if he were the stupidest person alive. "Whatever. Just … never mind." Zim was already pulling on all of his clothes, and was feeling around in the corners for one of his gloves. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had fallen down the air duct to their right. With an impatient sigh, Zim just tugged off the one glove he had and watched numbly as Dib pulled on his own clothes, slightly nervously with an extra pair of eyes on him. "Well, come on," Zim mumbled crossly, folding his arms tight across his chest and standing as far away as he could on the platform as Dib stepped onto it. This was not really possible, seeing as the thing was only about three feet in diameter, but he was doing his best.

As the pair ascended into the living room again, they found GIR still inside, one side of his head pressed to the floor. Zim's eyes automatically narrowed. "GIR… what are you doing…?"

"Nnnnnotheeeeennngggg?"

"GIR."

GIR leapt up to his feet and frowned. He couldn't lie. He made an odd noise that sounded like a mixture between a scream, a sob and a cackle and nodded. "I was listenin'!"

"What? Why?"

"You was just makin' so much noise … I was worried!" GIR started running around in circles, giggling slightly and making farting noises.

"GIR!" Zim snapped intolerantly.

"YES, SIR!"

"Go away!"

"Yes, sir. Right away."

GIR fled the room.

"Stupid … robot," Zim cursed under his breath, flopping onto the couch. Dib stood awkwardly nearby, not really sure as to what to do.

"Er … Zim?"

"Eh? Who? Oh. What?"

Dib frowned. "I'm … just gonna go now?"

"Sure, whatever."

"You sure you're okay."

It wasn't a question, and Zim wasn't sure if he should answer. He gave a grunt as he stared off into the wall, his head slightly buried in his arms. Dib glanced over briefly at him, and just left. The second the door closed, Zim curled himself into a tiny ball on the end of the couch, gazing semi-consciously off into the floor as he hugged his knees. That was an experience he had never wanted to repeat in the first place, never mind now. He shook his head and shut his eyes as he tried-

"Master, you look tired," the computer voice suddenly interjected, sounding halfway concerned. Well, as concerned as a computer could sound.

"Meeh. A little."

"Do you want me to enter your PAK into sleep mode?"

Zim hesitated. "Sure," he mumbled, rubbing his neck. "Just set it for wake-up at six am."

"Yes, sir." A cord shot out of the ceiling and entered one of the spots in Zim's PAK, sending out a few sparks before Zim's eyes just slid all the way shut.

"Irken breeder number 946 – step forward."

The smallest Irken in the line took a tentative step towards the control brain, nervously pulling on his fingers. He was being given another partner already, after the last insemination had failed just an hour before. "Irken breeder number 946, you are being set with breeder number 730." 946 swallowed thickly as 730 took a step forward, towering far over him and picking him up by his head.

"Come on, shrimp," the breeder mumbled bitterly, cursing having gotten this scrawny little thing. 946 struggled slightly between the Irken's fingers, but eventually fell limp. There was definitely no getting out of this one.

"Is there any chance … you'd go slow?" 946 wondered aloud as 730 entered a room to their left, shutting the door behind. The room was stark white, with only a bed inside. 730 just dropped 946 onto the bed.

"No, you stupid little fruit. I'm not." 730 locked the door. "Just because you can't seem to have any smeets-"

"This is my seventh person today," 946 whispered shakily, pulling on the hem of his uniform. 730 just sighed.

"And I'm sorry. But if I go slow, I'm not going to get you at all pregnant, kay?"

"F-f-fine."

730 slid down his pants and clambered onto the bed, looming over 946 before pinning the Irken's arms to the mattress. 946 clenched his eyes shut and-

-was slammed against a wall, two, jet-black gloved hands pinning him and place. "Hold 'im, Meek," the Irken cackled, looking the trapped alien still. "Don't look so tough now, do you?" The male pinned to the wall began to thrash around violently.

"You let me go! Just wait till I tell the TALLEST about you, you filthy little ingrates!"

"Oh, boo hoo, the Tallest! No, not the Tallest! The Tallest won't do shit. They don't care about the lower beings, and you sure as hell know it."

"I'm an INVADER. They care plenty about me."

"You're a soldier in TRAINING, punk. You're not even fit to shine my boots yet." The Irken waved the second off and pinned the smaller one to the wall. "How many people have done it now? Fifty? More?" The smaller alien swallowed and cringed. "You're the shortest Irken on this rock. Everyone wants a piece of it, don't they?" The Irken ignored his whimpers and jerked down the male's pants. "Let's go, then. I still haven't, now have I?"

"D-d-don't," the smaller one squeaked as the other went to enter.

"…Yeah. I'll get right on that, Zim."

Zim was snapped awake as a small shock bulleted down his spine. He sat up, completely ramrod straight, breathing heavily as Irken sweat poured down his face. He wiped as much as he could away, swinging his legs over the couch cushions as a blanket that had been drooped across his shoulders pooled onto the floor. Zim had to stifle a smile. GIR had been in here.

Zim jumped off the couch and tossed the blanket back onto it, starting for the kitchen. GIR was inside, making waffles at the oven. He let out a small scream when Zim came in and darted his eyes around. Zim frowned. "Eh? What?"

"Was you havin' a bad dream?" GIR asked in a mumbling voice. Zim sat at the table and hugged his stomach.

"Yeah. Definitely a bad dream."