Thanks for all the support, guys! It really means a lot to me! Well, IZ is still Jhonen's, and this is still quite RAPR.


Red frowned in his sleep as something soft dotted along his face – up and down, something cottony pecked at him. He opened an eye curiously, and watched as a blur of green and purple came down upon his face over and over again. Straining his eyes, he looked beyond it, and smiled lightly when he realized it was just a puppet, Purple hovering over him with an amused look.

"I'm guessing after last night that you feel better." Purple hummed, and Red's smirk broadened, his antenna cocking.

"Pur, if you treat me that well every time I'm sick, I might end up sick every day." Red mused, propping himself up on an elbow, scarlet eyes twinkling, and angled himself so he hovered over Purple a little bit. If the fact that Purple still went by 'night' and 'day' even in the depths of space wasn't cute, than the fact that he held his puppet up to his beaming face was. "What if I skipped today, Pur… just stayed here? You and I, no sex, no work, just a day of… well… being normal."

"Red…."

"Come on, Pur." Red smirked, nibbling Purple's curled antennas, which flexed cutely.

"Red…." It wasn't a whine, just a soft mention of his name, as Purple nuzzled into Red's chest. "Mmm… kicking." He mumbled, searching for Red's hand. Red took Purple's and laid it across the stomach, feeling the excited skin quiver. "How long do you think this will take?"

"Not too much longer." Red hummed, tracing his claw across the smooth surface. "I hope we didn't mess anything up last night." He murmured guiltily, and his cheek was stroked, his lips pulled into and intimate kiss. They parted slowly, Red with a gentle smile on his face. "Awe Pur, you're such a doll."

"B-but I don't want to be your toy…." Purple mumbled, and turned his head, blocking the view of his face. "I just want to be Purple."

"What?" Red asked, startled by the quite random statement. "Pur, you're not my toy." He rested a hand on Purple's cheek, stroking it, frowning in confusion. He pulled his mate into a concerned hug, comfort rising as flesh met flesh, as neither had bothered to re-dress. He kissed away tears that fell, caught in the rising ecstasy.

"But you're never here… your always too busy… sometimes I wonder… if this was a stupid idea…." Purple's voice shook as he spoke, and Red pulled him tighter, resting his chin into the crook of his shoulder. "I don't even know why I'm saying this… I just… I'm so confused. I feel like I could vomit." Purple mumbled, rolling over so he could curl into Red, who shushed him. He winced as his spine was kicked against, thinking he might quite literally lose his precious stomach fluids.

"It'll be like this for a little while. So… cheer up…."

"Yeah, and how do you know? Have you ever been pregnant? Huh?" Purple snapped, glaring up through his misty eyes. His tears were wiped away, slowly and elegantly, and he made a childish face of irritation.

"No… but I've read several books." Red snickered, "And wouldn't you know that back in the days of reproduction, women were quite the savages during spring? Guess I'm lucky to have a guy instead."

Purple smirked a bit, and blushed in embarrassment and averted his eyes as his cheek was tenderly kissed yet again. Red lifted off of his lover, draped his skirt loosely about his waist, and left for the kitchen, leaving Purple to rub his belly thoughtfully. "Huh… we need to find something to eat." Purple mumbled down.

He'd never admit it, but it had become a habit to talk to his baby while Red was away. Sometimes, he swore he even got responses on some thread of his mind, somewhere deep and far into his thoughts that there was perhaps a much smaller voice answering his own. This, of course, was only a foolish thought, and he sat up, groaning with the effort it took. "To the kitchen, I guess."

It took him a bit to catch his balance before he was able to walk a straight line, but when he managed to do so, he did it with as much grace as he could possibly muster, and strode into the kitchen quite calmly. But before he could make it to the fridge, his waist was grabbed. He was pulled down unto the plush surface of Red's lap, a spoon stuck in his mouth.

His eyes trailed down to see a bowl of ice-cream, some of it already indulged in, and the sweet taste of Vanilla took over the corners of his mouth, which turned up in a smile. He rocked back and forth like an adolescent on Red's lap as his antennas were stroked, hungrily digging into the ice-cream. "Pur?"

"Yeah Red?" he asked contently through a mouth of creamy chill.

"Nothing." Red smirked sadly, not wanting to ruin the cheery mood. It was never obvious with Purple what would ruin his mood. He stared down at the ice-cream, thinking. Thinking about their first attempt… their lost child…. What happened to lost children? Did they go to a better place, or were they lost forever? Were they scared when they died, feeling their last breaths, or did they breathe at all in their final moments? Should he let it bother him at all? Should it bother him over breakfast, of all places? He held Purple tightly, ignoring the surprised squeak, caressing the tummy.

"Red… what's going on?" Purple asked fearfully, remembering how during their first attempt, Red had disappeared for long periods of time, had acted so aloof… was all this an act? "Is it okay?" he asked quickly, feeling his stomach over. It felt okay….

"Yeah… chill…." Red whispered, resting his chin on Purple's shoulder, closing his eyes into a slight frown. He was quite sure their child was fine… it was the lost one that bothered him, that made him so fearful, that made him wish he could be home every day until the new small life had reached adulthood and was able to fend for itself independently. It wouldn't happen, of course, he had to run the empire… but he so desperately wished it could….

He felt the back of his head scratched, and leaned inward, feeling Purple straddle him. "Pur… not even a skirt?" he snickered, realizing that Purple was indeed naked upon him. "There goes our decency."

"You try wearing that stuff when you've got a fat thing bulging out your stomach." Purple snapped.

"You could have grabbed your robes…."

"Well, maybe, but... damn you. I feel fat." He mumbled, lounging into Red, allowing his back to simply be stroked. He felt himself ushered up, and reluctantly complied as he was lead towards his abandoned clothes. Red scooped up the violet skirt, and wrapped it about Pur's waist. He groped around until he found a pin in one of the dressers, and pinned it up, then looked at his handy work.

"See?"

"Fine." Purple grumbled, and glanced at Red's skirt. "Hey… how are you keeping yours up?" He then noticed that the Tallest uniform's base metal ring was about Red's stomach, and rolled his eyes. "Damn skinny bastard…."

"Love you too, Pur." Red smirked, leaning against the wall to simply admire his well-chosen mate, who grumbled and stalked back to the kitchen to eat.


Purple yelped and jolted left to right with his controller, his face becoming more and more panicky. He sat on the floor, back against the couch, grimacing more, face illuminated in light from the screen. "No!" he yelped, and sunk with hunched shoulders as the game announced that player two had lost.

"See? Told you I'd beat you." Red snickered, placing his wired controller in his lap so he could tease Purple, who grumbled and cursed under his breath. "Now you owe me."

"We're not having sex." Purple said sharply, looking up. He rolled his eyes as Red nibbled his neck, attempting stimulate him. But somehow a losing 'game over' and a smeet kicking at his organs just wasn't very enticing. "Stop it, Red. Besides, didn't you say no sex?"

"I'm not leaning towards sex." Red hummed, "Just… suggestive intimacy." He chuckled as he was elbowed sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. The two sat in an awkward silence for a moment. "Uh… Pur?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do with it once it's born?"

"Huh?"

"Well… I mean…." Red avoided direct eye contact, staring at the screen before him. His mind felt numb and dull. He could feel Purple's sharp gaze upon him. "Once it's here… what if we can't just… hang out anymore?" He glanced to his side, and his antennas rose as his cheek was softly kissed.

"Red, are you scared?"

"No!"

"You are!"

"Am not!"

"You're cute when you're in denial." Red's face flushed emerald as Purple gazed at him with that ever-smug grin, and he adverted his crimson eyes to another sector of the room. He released a yelp of shock as he was thrust unto the ground, Purple over him with a wide devilish grin. Red shuttered as Purple leaned down, nuzzling his face, his teeth skimming flesh, then down into the crook of Red's neck. Completely humiliated, as he liked wearing the pants of the relationship, being dominant, Red looked away, lip pursed, but enjoyed the attention, resting his hands on Purple's hips.

"M-my Tallests?"

Red nearly screamed, bolting upright, Purple horrified in his lap. Both looked at each other for a long moment before mustering the courage to glance up at the monitor that had somehow found a way into their quarters. Zim stood, horrified, backing away uneasily. "Zim, how the hell did you-"

"I… I hacked… because… but you… is he pregnant?" Purple winced, scooting away. He hadn't bothered to put on his chest armor, or stomach armor for that matter, as it only made life difficult. But now he resented that decision, for if he had worn the armor, he could have simply claimed to be fat. But neither Tallest had bothered with the heavier armor, both preferring the simply robes of their skirts over the heavy alloys, both preferring touching flesh rather than cold metal.

"No, he-"

"Yes, Zim. Yes I am. And if you tell anyone, we'll blow you up." Purple hissed, leaning forward so his violet eyes glared darkly into the camera, like brilliant gems, sharp and dangerous while ever beautiful at the same time. They were light on the inside, but darkened toward the center, scarring Zim with their cold gaze. This was no laughing manner, the small Irken quickly realized. This was, indeed quite seriously, his life on the line.

"Pur-"

"Red. Look at me. He saw us. It's obvious – there isn't anything we can do about it. As long as he's quiet, we'll be fine. And if he's not, we can finally get rid of him." Purple said calmly, glancing at Zim, whose face was in terror and confusion. He rubbed lightly at his kicking stomach. "Zim… don't breathe a word of this." Purple cut the transmission, and rubbed his eyes. "We'll have to get the firewalls updated in here…."

"I have half a mind to do it myself." Red shuttered. He glanced away from Purple, who clambered back into his lap. "Pur… he can see…."

"So what? I'll kill him if he says anything – simple as that." Purple said simply, his hands drifting gingerly down Red's chest. Red allowed his own fingers to drift up to the curled antennas flattened against Purple's head, caressing them. "So… should we play another game?"

"Yeah, sure, your pick."

"Jam Session 3." Red rolled his eyes at the request – he had never gotten into co-op music games, but Purple adored them, always sinking into them. Music wasn't large in the empire, but had been preserved through video games. Not the chants Red had installed within him, but useless songs about complete and utter repetitive words concerning things that sounded so empty and copied after a while.

But he played along, allowing Purple to have his moment, allowing him to rapidly press the buttons, gaining double Red's score. Song after song was passed through, gnawing at Red's patience.

"Hey Red?"

"Eh?"

"Let's do something else."

Red released a sigh of relief, and turned off the game console as they stumbled to their feet. "What do you want to do?"

"Play monkey tag." He caught Red's stare at his stomach, and glared. "I'll be just fine, Red. I can keep up."

"It's not that. That's just… too rowdy." He slung his arm around Purple's waist, kissing his neck, whispering against it. "But I know something else we can do."

"What?"

Red smirked, a twinkle in his eye, and turned on his heel, walking off humming, Purple following him begging to know what was going on.


Purple hummed, leaning against Red's slick chest, his lower back curving as he allowed himself to sink below fluid-line then float away. Red, meanwhile, flipped lazily through the pages of one of his smuggled novels. Red had many smuggled things he wasn't supposed to have – books, gadgets, art, music, knick-knacks… it was a wonder he hadn't lost his job through them during the reign of the control brains. Half the things he had no idea what to do with, but he had grown fond of the books.

Purple grinned as a gel bubble popped in the air, and lifted a cluster of them, waving them about, watching them pop.

The tub was spacious – large enough to fit even twenty Irkens. Yet, the two remained relatively close, Red lounging on the side while Purple continuously chased after whatever caught his attention. "Pur, stop, you're getting stuff on my book." Red finally snapped, his antennas flattening. His expression softened, though, as Purple gave him an innocent face, looking over his shoulder to blink at Red.

The bubble surface hid their flesh, which Red cursed a bit. Purple noticed Red's stare attempting to penetrate the surface of the bath, and crossed his arms over his chest, a growl on his lips. "Hey, stop trying to peak, you pervert."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm a horny asshole." Red mused, lifting his book again. The literature he read, a romance full of suggestive themes, only emphasized the statement. Purple wondered how many of Red's ideas came from books. Unlike the silly creatures of Earth, pre-PAK Irkens made their books from thin sheets of plastic, the print coming out as inverse color of the page. The plastic books could withstand long periods of fluid exposure, unlike paper text. "Hey… if you could describe me in one word, how would you do it?"

"Red. You're very red."

"Haha, very funny." Red muttered, rolling his eyes. Purple grinned, taking the book and chucking it over his shoulder, smiling up at Red's glare. "Demanding, are we?" he asked, his arms bracing the slippery ground above as he pulled himself up and out of the tub. The fluid-line was chest-high on both leaders, and 'in-ground'. Purple floated about before Red. Purple stifled a laugh, and Red raised an antenna, looking down. "What?"

"You're like a feline, Red. No fluid for you." Purple teased, letting out a playful squeak as Red splashed a palm of liquid on him. He scrunched his face up, sweeping his cupped hand through the gel, Red nearly leaping up as he was splashed. Red grumbled, leaving the area to find a dry place, picking up his book along the way. Purple shrugged, and treaded the water, which felt extremely good against his thighs, which ached from holding up his heavy stomach.

Red, a towel around his waste, peered over his book, observing Purple. The words on the page were of no importance as he watched Purple horde bubbles toward himself, the foamy surface somehow rejuvenating itself over the momentarily clear surface, and Red couldn't help but smile softly. He snapped his head back down to look at the book as Purple noticed him, flipping through it nervously. But the story was growing dull compared to the excitement of the world around him, and finally, he abandoned it, sitting on the edge of the tub, avoiding Purple's smug eyes, trying to retain an indifferent appearance.

This was ruined, though, as Purple grabbed his ankle, and he was pulled in with a yelp, splashing into the warm fluid. He stared up at the clear fluid as he sunk, then gradually drifted upward again, breaking the surface. He managed a standing position, and growled, tackling Purple, pulling the curled antennas as his companion yipped. "Owe, Red, let go, let go!"

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry – owe – let go!" Purple was caught between half scream and half laughter, and finally collapsed against Red, sending them both hurdling into the liquid for a moment before the two surfaced again, shoving each other playfully. Suddenly, though, Purple winced, and pulled away, clutching his stomach. "Owe, stop it!" he yelled down to his protruding abdomen.

"What?"

"It keeps kicking my spine!"

"Then don't be so rough."

"But you- grrr… neh." Purple looked away as Red sneered, laughing, and Purple stood up on end as teeth gently grazed his neck. "Red, stop it…." He groaned, kicking the fluid, but Red didn't cease, humming as he nuzzled Purple's neck. Finally, Purple let out a heavy sigh, and reclined, allowing Red to caress his chest. "What am I going to do with you, Red?" he asked, flicking one of his mate's acute antennas.

"Get yourself pregnant." Red teased, dragging his claws down to Purple's waist, swaying side to side. Purple groaned.

"There are moments I hate you."

"I love you too."


(Yes, guys, the plot is coming. Just wait for it.)