A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews as always! Becki: I would love to try and think of another story after this one, I just hope I didn't use all my best ideas on this story haha! I have one idea in mind but it needs more inspiration yet. I might turn to drawing some scenes from this story first over on DA, I've been itching to do that but haven't the time to do both. E: Thanks so much for that incredible review! It made me feel warm and fuzzy XD I'm irrationally proud I made you cry so much. And what a coincidence… the rating just increased with this chapter ;)

Please note: This chapter backtracks just a little at the start so that you can read Zim finding Dib from Dib's point of view.

Chapter 13

Dib gazed out of his window distantly. It had been another humid day but the breeze was cool and refreshing as the suns began disappear beneath the horizon. Under different circumstances he might have found the sunset beautiful as it cast fiery colours across the alien landscape. He used to dream of a view like this. He shivered a little as a gust of wind whipped the silky fabric of his top about him. It was sleeveless so it didn't do much to keep him warm at night but the days were usually uncomfortably hot and sticky, especially in the close atmosphere of the club. He lived for these brief moments of peace when he was unneeded and allowed to just rest in his room. He worked long hours every day and they only really fed him enough to keep him alive and able. It was all part of keeping them weak and unable to fight back.

He supposed it wasn't really that bad here but maybe that was just in comparison to where he had been previously. It wasn't as though he liked it here but he was fed and sheltered, and not tortured or experimented on on a daily basis so it was a definitely an improvement. Sure the customers could be unpleasant but at least the club protected them, most of the time at least. Aliens came here from all over the galaxy to see the freaks this place housed. The customers were for the most part allowed to do whatever they wanted to them, so long as they could pay for it and so long as they didn't inflict any permanent damage – they got fined for that. Of course it still happened but Dib considered himself fairly lucky so far. The abuse he did receive was nothing compared to what he'd already been through.

Dib didn't get that many customers compared to some of the others, so he spent most of his days waiting on tables. He guessed he just wasn't attractive enough. Like he cared. It just meant less aliens groping and drooling on him. The only thing that did worry him was what would happen if the owner decided he wasn't getting enough clients to be worth keeping. Dib was sure he had been bought off the Tallests for a fair sum of monies.

He had been on the brink of death when they first brought him here, so he didn't remember too much of it. The club had had no choice but to feed and rest for a time him due to his condition, he'd been in no fit state to work. He vaguely recalled the owner's anger at the mess he'd been in. Of course he was too much of a coward to complain to the Irken leaders so there'd been nothing else he could do. As his condition had improved and lucidity returned to him Dib had become increasingly confused as to where he was and what had happened to him. Of course no one had bothered to explain. He quickly worked out he'd been moved but he had no idea what to expect next and each day he had grown more fearful. They may have cared for him but there was certainly no kindness to their actions, so he could only wonder as to their motives.

Dib wasn't afraid anymore though. Now he just felt numb. After all, what else was there for him to be afraid of? Everything bad he could possibly imagine happening to him had, and then some. He was amazed he was even still alive, he must be stronger than he thought he mused to himself with a grimace. Sometimes he even wondered if he had actually died and this was all just some vivid fantasy.

The wind rustled through his hair and he closed his eyes taking a deep, cleansing breath. He heard the door woosh open behind him but didn't turn to look.

"Make sure you're ready, you've got a customer." He heard Bo shout in before plodding back off. Dib sighed, not bothering to move. He wondered vaguely what this one would want, but work was work.

He gazed up at the sky wistfully. Stars were beginning to show where the sky had turned a purple hue, flickering brightly against the darkness. He wondered if he would ever leave this planet. He wondered if… if Zim was still alive. The last time he could be sure he was still alive was when the Tallest were using him to lure Zim in, but that felt like a lifetime ago now. They'd been very keen to rub it in his face how horrible the traps were that were set for Zim, but as far as he'd known Zim had evaded them all. He could also be long dead though, and that would mean that no one was ever coming for him. He cringed away from that thinking. He had to believe that Zim was still out there somewhere, otherwise he had nothing left to live for.

He felt so conflicted though. It hurt to think that Zim might be out there and not trying to rescue him, but at the same he wanted Zim to be safe. He couldn't bear the thought of him dying trying to save him. But still… how he wished he could see him one last time. Perhaps he had succumb to his depression and switched his inhibitor back on? He could be out there living his life without a thought or a care for Dib. That hurt. It seemed like a likely option too. Dib shook that thought from his head too, this wasn't doing him any good. It was always the same old thoughts spinning pointlessly through his head.

He still dwelled on that day in the labs when he had been close to giving up, when he had been so sure he had heard Zim whisper his name. The words still echoed in his head, haunting him. He realised now that they had probably just been another hallucination. He had hallucinated Zim several times in his desperate state. Whether they had been real or not though it had saved his life, dragging him back from death. Could Zim really have been in that lab with him? He had thought about it so many times. If it had been Zim why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he rescued him?

Dib tried to ignore the sound of the door as it opened, allowing his customer to enter the room. His stomach roiled briefly with nerves but he continued to lean out of the window for as long as possible. It wasn't all that common for customers to actually want to bed him but this moment of uncertainty was always the time that managed to bring his fears back out. Not many could afford it he supposed. The club was first and foremost advertised as a freak show. It wasn't publicised as a brothel, it was just willing to accommodate for those who had the money. Some just wanted the company, or to witness him first hand. Some just wanted to be held, and some just wanted to hit something. He lived in dread of those that did want more though.

It was strange, he mused as he pulled at his collar absent-mindedly, he still considered himself a virgin. It never really felt like sex for him as their bodies were so alien and so different to his, they weren't really compatible. It was a plus side of being such a rare and unusual species – no one understood how his body was actually supposed to work. It could also be his downfall of course, for those who enjoyed trying to work it out. Usually he just touched them where and how they asked and they were simple enough to pleasure. He had never got any personal enjoyment out of any of them of course, they weren't interested in pleasuring him after all and most of the time he was physically repulsed by their strange bodies.

He heard his customer approach, but whoever it was remained silent. That was unusual, most of them barged in loudly, not wanting to waste a second of the time they'd paid for. Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled away from the window, turning to face the figure that stood across the room. For a split second he thought he was hallucinating again – he could have sworn Zim stood before him. He squinted, trying to force his eyes to focus without his glasses. It wasn't Zim of course, but it was an Irken.

No way. He could not do this.

"No… please no! Not an Irken, anything but an Irken!" He panicked. Doing it with an Irken… it would just be too heart wrenching. He had so wanted to share himself with Zim but that dream was long dead now. Regardless of his feelings for Zim, though he didn't know what to expect from an Irken they were certainly more humanoid by far than anything else he'd had to satisfy, and that made it more real. His stomach churned sickeningly and he wanted to throw up. He scrambled back against the wall wildly, sure that the Irken was going to hurt him for acting in such a way, cold unfeeling bastards that they were. He panicked and childishly buried his face in a cushion, curling himself up tightly in the corner. If the Irken didn't hurt him first he was so going to get punished by Bo for this, but he couldn't help himself.

"No… Dib it's me! Calm down it's me!" Dib heard the voice but it didn't register. He felt the Irken sit himself close in front of him on the cushions before he spoke again, more forcefully this time. "Look at me Dib!" Wait… had he just said his name? That voice… it couldn't be, could it? Ever so slowly, afraid of breaking the illusion, he pulled his face up from behind the cushion just enough to peek at the face before him. His heart nearly stopped as it landed upon those familiar ruby orbs. He stared at them, waiting for them to change, waiting for the face to turn back into the one he didn't recognise. But it didn't.

"But… it can't be you. You're never real." Dib tested the Irken. Surely that would shatter the fantasy.

"It is me. I am real." The Irken smiled at him. Zim smiled at him. Dib flinched as a claw came towards him and he waited for the pain to come, but instead he felt nothing but the gentle sensation of fingers stroking through his hair. It was the softest, most beautiful thing he'd felt in… he didn't even know how long it had been. He felt some of the tension leave his body.

"Zim?" He whispered questioningly, still waiting for the catch, still waiting for the illusion to break or the dream to end. When Zim simply smiled back him he felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through his body. He clumsily tried to sit up, his weak arms shaking from the shock. He gingerly reached out a hand towards Zim's face. If he could touch him he might believe it. He held his breath as he waited for his fingers to pass straight through the face, but instead they touched the cool, silky skin of Zim's cheek.

"You are real!" Dib could hardly grasp the enormity of the moment. He felt his head spin wretchedly from the adrenaline and suddenly it was more than he could handle. He felt warm arms surround him before everything went black.

Dib strained his eyes open as he slowly came to, but the room was dark so he couldn't see anything. He felt so stiff and heavy, how long had he been asleep? It was strange, they didn't usually let them sleep for very long. It always felt as though he had only just closed his eyes. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept this deeply. Had something happened to him? Maybe one of the customers had knocked him out, he tried to remember.

He was sure he'd been having a wonderful dream. It was always harder to wake up and face reality again when he'd been lost in the bliss of a dream like that. He was glad of them though, it was the only place he got to feel any happiness anymore, and the only place he could still see Zim. This one had been particularly vivid, and the weight of reality came crushing down on him as his mind recalled the fantasy. Zim had turned up in his room as a customer - he'd come to rescue him. If only. His heart sank painfully.

He was reluctant to get up but he would probably be in trouble if he slept for much longer. He groggily rubbed his eyes and rolled over, carrying the thick duvet with him. He frowned then, bunching a fistful of the soft, warm covering in his hand. This wasn't his, he didn't have anything this nice. Where had it come from? He tried to look around the room but found it was too dark to make anything much out. He could tell this wasn't his room though, it was much smaller and he'd never had a bed like this. It was so quiet and peaceful too he realised… too quiet. The sounds of frivolity that usually rose up from the streets and the thudding music from the club were missing. He felt a flurry of panic and pushed himself up, stumbling to his feet. Had he been sold again? His hand went quickly to his neck and he gasped – the collar was gone. His pulse quickened. He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't worn any kind of restraint. It should have liberating but he found the freedom strangely terrifying.

He could see a faint light coming from a control panel on a far wall and aimed for that, hoping for a door. It successfully swooshed open and he flinched back from the sudden light. Dib peeked nervously out of the doorway to find a narrow corridor. He quickly summarised he was on a small ship, he could feel the quiet hum of the engines now. There was a small selection of rooms but all of the doors were shut, and there was no sign of any other life forms. His nerves increased as he stepped tentatively out of the warm room into the chill of the passageway. It looked as though the hall opened out to the main control deck at the end of the short corridor to his left. He gulped back his anxiety and headed towards it, leaning against the wall as he went as his legs shook with the weight of his body.

Dib shuffled into the small space and his suspicions were confirmed. He was faced with a broad window looking out into open space, and there was a wide control desk with a single high backed chair in front of it. His breath caught in his throat as he spied a pair of booted feet resting up on the console as whoever it was reclined in the seat. He must have let out a sound then, a sob or something because it alerted the pilot to his presence. The chair whipped around and Dib felt sure he was still asleep.

"It… it wasn't a dream?" His voice rasped from misuse. His legs suddenly gave out and he sank to his knees. Zim rushed out of his chair and to Dib's side in a flash.

"You shouldn't be out of bed, you're still weak." Zim muttered softly, kneeling down in front of him.

"How… just… how?" Dib had so many things to ask but couldn't seem to find the words to ask any of them. Zim looked at him sadly and sighed.

"I'm so sorry Dib." He whispered.

"Sorry? How can you be sorry you just rescued me!"

"You wouldn't have needed rescuing if it weren't for me. And… I'm sorry that it took me so long." He looked down guiltily. Dib's brow creased in thought.

"It all feels so surreal, I don't even know. How long has it been?" Dib wasn't even sure if he wanted to know. If Zim told him it'd been years he didn't think he'd be surprised.

"In Earth time… five months, three weeks and four days." Zim's face scrunched with remorse and he couldn't look Dib in the eye.

Dib reeled. It'd been nearly six months… six months of torture, experiments and abuse. And Zim had clearly been counting every moment.

"I just want you to know… I never stopped looking for you. This whole time, every second of it. When you were on the Massive I was watching every moment, and when you were in the labs I was right there with you." Zim admitted quietly.

"So that was you," Dib gawped at him and Zim gave a small smile.

"I knew you suspected me." His smile soon crumbled as moisture gathered in his eyes. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't get you out of that damned place. I failed you."

"You didn't fail me. I'm here aren't I?" When Zim still wouldn't look up at him Dib lifted a hand to his face and gently turned it towards him, forcing their eyes to meet. "It was me that came after you in the first place remember? And me that pushed you into that escape pod. All I ever wanted was to get you out of there."

"But that was what I wanted too." Zim sniffled.

"It doesn't matter now any way. None of it does, cause we're together now. Just… just tell me that we're safe?" Dib's voice wavered at the end, betraying his fear.

"We should be. I faked your death back at the club so no one should come looking for you. And I've been flying around in this ship for months without being discovered, so I know it's reliable. I don't think they're looking for me that hard now anyway. We should be fine. We're enroute to Earth now."

Dib's heart pounded at the mention of Earth. It seemed so strange that they were going back, he couldn't imagine fitting in there anymore. Not that he ever done though, so nothing would really be that different. He didn't want to hurt Zim's feelings but he was secretly glad. He longed for the peaceful familiarity of his old room, even of Zim's base.

"It should only take a few weeks to get there, the planet you were on isn't so far from your galaxy. You've already been sleeping for a couple of days."

"I was asleep for two whole days?" Dib gawped.

"You needed it." Zim said glumly. "I did what I could for you while you were sleeping, but now that you're awake we should get some food into you."

"You have food?" Dib gasped in surprise. His stomach gurgled loudly on cue. All this time he'd only been on meagre rations, and most of it had been either terribly bland or actively unpleasant. Some of it had even made him sick. The thought of real food made his mouth water and his stomach ache.

"Of course." Zim chuckled and helped Dib to his feet, blushing lightly as Dib wobbled and leaned against him.

Zim led them along the corridor, keeping a tentative arm around Dib's waist to keep him from falling as the boy's feet clumsily stumbled along. Somehow it felt awkward, almost like Zim didn't want to be touching him but Dib tried to shake it off as his imagination, deliberately leaning onto the Irken more heavily just so he could get closer. The sensation of Zim's slender body against his was so exhilarating after months of nothing but hallucinations and dreams. He breathed in his scent eagerly.

They reached what seemed to be a basic utility room and Zim rummaged about until he brought out a small package.

"Sorry it's nothing exciting, but it's probably better than what you've been used to." Zim grimaced as he passed it to Dib. The boy hardly noticed as he eagerly took the packet, ripping the wrapper off urgently.

"W-what is it?" It felt strange to ask after so long of just accepting whatever he could get. The snack seemed to be similar to a sandwich, with some sort of purple-ish filling.

"Probably best you don't ask, you wouldn't know what any of the ingredients are anyway." Zim smiled well-naturedly. "Just trust me okay? It's not so different to Earth food, essentially plant and meat based." Dib began to scoff the food greedily. "Woa… take it slowly okay? You'll make yourself sick after the diet you've been on." Dib's stomach growled angrily in agreement and he paused for breath.

"Yeah… maybe you're right." Dib faltered uncertainly. They stood in comfortable silence for a bit as Dib waited for his stomach to settle. Zim leaned against the counter casually, watching him with gentle concern as the boy gripped his belly. As the pain eased Dib glanced across and their eyes locked, and he found he couldn't stop staring at the Irken.

"It's so amazing to see you again Zim. I wasn't sure if I ever would. I'm still not even convinced this is real." Zim flinched in surprise at Dib's words before looking down at his feet ruefully. Dib took a step closer to him and placed a gentle hand on Zim's face, yearning to touch him and be close. "Please don't look so sad all the time."

"But I… I just can't bear it. Everything you had to endure…because of me…"

"And you saved me from it. It's over now." Zim's eyes darted nervously to the branded Irken logo that was just visible above the neckline of Dib's top.

"It'll always have happened though." He said regretfully.

"If we always let it get to us though it's like they're still winning." Zim still wouldn't look Dib in the eye.

"How can you be so strong after everything you've been through?" Zim uttered despairingly.

"I dunno." Dib shrugged. "I don't feel strong, I just feel grateful." When Zim continued to look miserable Dib attempted to lighten the mood. "Shouldn't this be the other way around? Shouldn't you be comforting me after all I went through?" Dib smirked in good humour and Zim gasped in shame.

"I-I didn't meant to… it's just… after all this time… and knowing that it was my fault..." Zim floundered.

"Zim." Dib sighed, his smile fading. "I want… no. I need to put all this behind me. If I don't I'll never be able to deal with everything that happened. Blaming yourself and feeling guilty all the time isn't going to help anything, I hate it. I just want to go back to how we were, how we should have been before it all went wrong. I just want to forget." Dib closed his eyes and tried to stop himself from shuddering.

"How can we?" Zim whispered.

"Well I guess it won't ever be quite the same, but can't we accept that this made us stronger? I mean, look at everything you did for me."

"And everything you went through for me."

"Exactly." Dib said promptly, and Zim finally met his eyes. He could tell what Zim needed to hear, and even though he didn't feel like he needed to say it for himself he said it for Zim's sake. "Zim, I forgive you." It did the trick, and Zim's crimson eyes went huge and shone with emotion.

"You can't mean it…"

"I do." Dib managed a small smile. "What did you think that I would hold this all against you personally? That I'd end up hating you for it?" Zim looked away shamefacedly. "Don't be so silly." Dib chuckled and he couldn't hold back any longer, leaning forwards to press their lips softly together.

He felt Zim flinch in surprise but he didn't recoil. It had been so long since they had done this and they were both nervous, but adrenaline and excitement soon kicked in. Dib parted his lips hopefully and Zim's tongue snaked in right away, making his cheeks grow hot. He wrapped his arms around Zim's waist, drawing him in tight to his body. Dib gasped as the serpentine tongue coiled around his own, the sensation exquisite. He dub his nails into Zim's back desperately wanting them to be closer still, but he felt Zim's grip loosen somewhat and pulled back, looking searchingly into his eyes.

"Dib…" Zim huffed catching his breath, his cheeks flushed dark green. "You're recovering from months of torture and abuse…"

"It doesn't matter, I want you," Dib tried to lean in again keenly but Zim resisted, turning his face away.

"It does matter. You need to rest." He gazed at the boy worriedly.

"Don't treat me like I'm fragile Zim, haven't I proven how much I can handle?" Dib grumbled.

"Dib if I weren't holding you up right now you'd be on the floor." Zim grinned, and Dib realised it was true. He hadn't noticed how heavily he was leaning on the alien. He shifted his weight so that he was supporting himself once more and suddenly remembered how exhausted his body still was. He had been worn so thin. He pulled back reluctantly, feeling frustrated but kept a firm grip on Zim's hips so that the Irken couldn't escape.

"Just rest some more okay?" Zim did his best to smile at the boy reassuringly.

"Only if you promise to stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere Dib." Zim promised him. He never wanted to let the boy out of his sight again. "Come on." He took the boys arms from his waist and began guiding him back to his room. As they reached the doorway Dib peered in, the light from the hallway illuminating the small space that he hadn't been able to see before. It was mostly filled by the bed.

"I'm sorry it's such a tiny room, it's only a small ship but it's good and fast and I didn't want it to stand out. I tried to make the bed as human as possible. Is it comfortable enough?" Zim asked as he led Dib over.

"It's perfect, thank you." Dib smiled. Zim nodded, turning to leave but Dib grabbed his arm.

"Please… don't go. Just stay." Dib's frailty showed then as his small voice shook, and Zim could hardly refuse.

Zim closed the door and pulled off his gloves and boots as he once had oh so long ago, and climbed onto the bed as Dib got comfortable under the sheets. Before he lay down Zim leaned over and tapped a switch on the wall, opening the shutter from a small window that Dib hadn't realised was even there. Dib gazed gleefully at the stars, feeling content as they cast a soft, peaceful light into the room.

Zim settled into the bed and Dib instantly scooted up next to him, wrapping his arms around the Irken's skinny waist and pulling him in close. Zim blushed as he returned the gesture, his arms embracing the Dib's bony body as the human's head rested against his chest. Great Irk he was so thin.

"Don't be gone when I wake up. Please." Zim knew the boy was talking to himself really, and it tore his heart up to think that he still didn't quite believe he wasn't dreaming. The Dib's breathing soon deepened as sleep took him, and Zim thought over everything that had happened.

He couldn't believe the boy could forgive him just like that. He had half expected the journey back to Earth to be painfully awkward, and that the Dib would hate him with a burning passion. This was more than he ever could have hoped for, but he didn't feel like he deserved it. Still, the boy was responding well to treatment and should be able to gain a reasonable amount of weight before they reached Earth.

He was so damn lucky. He had to keep telling himself that. Not only had he managed to find the boy but he was in surprisingly good condition. Aside from the various scars and the branding he didn't seem to have suffered any permanent damage. He could easily have lost a few limbs or even his mind, but he seemed… okay. Zim smiled at the ceiling.

Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

The next time Dib awoke his head felt somewhat clearer. He still had a nervous moment of doubt as to whether Zim's rescue had been a dream within a dream, but he quickly relaxed as he rolled over to find the Irken lying in bed next to him. He smiled softly as he gazed at the Irken's face. He seemed to be asleep – he was lying on his side facing him, his expression peaceful. Dib reached out for the green claws that lay between them, gently clasping their fingers together. He loved it when Zim took his gloves off, he loved feeling the silky texture of his alien skin. Zim's eyes instantly opened and looked into his.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Dib apologised.

"I wasn't sleeping, I was just resting." Zim muttered softly, giving a big sigh and stretching a little. "How are you feeling?" Dib thought for a moment.

"Good. I feel good." He grinned at the novelty of it. Sure his body still felt stiff and not capable of much, but nothing actively hurt for once.

"I'm glad." Zim smiled warmly back at him and Dib felt butterflies twirling excitably in his stomach. Zim seemed more optimistic than before, and right now there wasn't a hint of sadness to be found on his face. Unable to help himself he cuddled up closer to Zim and pulled the Irken in tight for a hug. Zim tensed briefly before Dib felt him relax and nuzzle his face into Dib's chest. His heart beat faster and he was sure that Zim could feel it pounding given where his head rested.

They lay like that for a time and Dib let his mind wander. He felt so happy in this moment. He felt as though he would be completely content if nothing ever changed and they never even got back to Earth. Just here and now on this ship, in this room, everything was perfect. But what would happen once they got back to Earth? He wondered how he would explain his absence and whether anyone was even searching for him. Would he just carry on like before? Going to school? Getting a job? Living a mundane life? It all felt so ordinary after what he'd been through. In a way he wanted the normality, at least for the time being. He just wanted some peaceful recovery time for now but that didn't mean he always would. He couldn't imagine being happy with a human life, but then he'd always wanted more than that. Now that he'd had a taste of the stars Earth would seem so small.

More important though was what Zim was planning on doing. He had no real reason to stay on Earth now that the pretence of him being an invader was completely gone, but he had no reason to go anywhere else either, especially with him being on the run. Dib hoped that he would stay, that he would want to stay with Dib, but all that had happened just highlighted how much their two lives really were worlds apart. How could Zim ever be happy living a humdrum human life? He wasn't human, so it wasn't fair of Dib to expect him to live like one.

"Zim…" Dib began nervously.

"What is it?" Zim pulled back from Dib's chest so that they could face each other. Dib's hands slid from the Irken's back to his arms as he withdrew, and began stroking them distractedly as he thought of how to ask.

"If you're taking me back home, then… what are you gonna do?" Dib was truthfully terrified of the answer and waited tensely.

"I don't know." Zim admitted. "I guess I don't have a purpose anymore. I don't belong anywhere." Zim looked away glumly, fiddling with his claws.

"You could belong with me." Dib blurted out before he could think, his face reddening. "I mean… you could stay on Earth?"

"Is that what you want Dib?" Zim asked seriously. The last thing he wanted was to be apart from the boy, after all he was the only being in the whole universe that had ever cared for him. But he wasn't sure the Dib would want that constant reminder of what had happened to him.

"Of course it is! What, did you think I would want you to leave?" Dib exclaimed urgently.

"I… I wasn't sure." Zim conceded ruefully.

"You better not leave. You hear me?" Dib gripped Zim's arms tighter, a hint of panic in his voice. "What was the point of any of this if not to find each other again?"

"To save you from unendurable pain? To get you safely back home?" Zim said in mild confusion, and Dib just smiled and shook his head.

"Home is where you are Zim. I don't care about Earth." Dib spoke softly, his voice thick. "Please… please don't leave." Zim stared at the boy intensely as he begged, the silence between them stretching out.

"Zim will stay… if you want." Zim eventually uttered in a tiny voice, looking away bashfully.

"Only if it's what you want as well." Dib said uncertainly, causing Zim's eyes to flicker back to his momentarily before looking away again. He curled in on himself self-consciously bringing his arms in to his chest, his claws hiding his mouth and muffling his voice.

"You're the only thing I want in the whole universe." Zim's voice had gotten so small now that it was barely audible, and his cheeks darkened. Dib's own face turned bright red once he realised what Zim had said. He beamed and gently pulled Zim's hands away from his mouth so that he could lean across and land a soft kiss to the alien's lips.

It was such a shy and tender kiss but it felt so meaningful. Zim could feel the heat radiating from the Dib's face, bathing his skin in warmth. His claws clasped at the boys chest, his fist bunching the fabric of Dib's t-shirt tightly as their lips danced together. He felt the boy sigh deeply into the kiss as their lips finally parted and he cracked his eyes open.

"I still can't believe I found you." Zim admitted softly, their faces close. His mind reeled at the thought of what might have become of the human if he hadn't.

"I never thought to ask, how did you get me out of there?" Dib rubbed absent-mindedly at his neck, almost surprised not to find the collar there as he realised he had fallen into the old habit. He flinched as his fingers grazed against the small wound where the device used to pierce his flesh.

"Oh please, that place? That was easy." Dib smiled as Zim seemed to regain a little of his confidence.

"Still though, how? That collar was supposedly integrated with my spine. How did you take it off without… you know, paralysing me or something?"

"There's little security that can stand up against the tools I have in my pak now. I had plenty of time to modify and add to them. It just took some finesse and a bit of skill." Zim looked a little smug. "After that I just spirited you out of the window using my spider legs. Once you were safe I went back to the room and reactivated the collar before throwing it out of the window. The collars explode with quite a force when they pass a boundary so it would have conveniently incinerated you before you hit the ground, so I ran to the bartender and said how you'd had enough and committed suicide. He tried to fine me for it but he couldn't prove anything in the end. When he went to check the surveillance he found the footage of that room was corrupted." Zim smirked at his own cleverness. "Like I said, it was smeets-play compared to some of the other things I had to do in order to find you. The Tallests clearly never thought I would find you." His grin faded as he mentioned his leaders.

"Woa… cool." Dib said in awe as he thought it over. "I bet Bo was pissed. Man I hope he got in trouble." Zim eyed the boy curiously.

"Dib…" He started but found he couldn't muster the question.

"Go on?" Dib prompted him when he didn't respond. Zim looked away, frowning sheepishly.

"No, it's nothing."

"Just say it." Zim stared at him for a moment but Dib's gaze was unfaltering.

"I was just wondering… what happened to you while you were there." Zim felt bad now for asking, but for some reason he couldn't leave it alone. He knew every little detail of what the boy had been through at the labs and on board the Massive, so it felt strange that his time at the club was a mystery. Part of him knew it might be better not knowing, but he just had to know. He knew what some of the customers went there were looking for and it tied knots in his guts thinking about it.

Dib hadn't been expecting this and he regretted pushing Zim now. He rolled onto his back, frowning lightly up at the ceiling.

"It wasn't so bad really. I mean I didn't get tortured or experimented on so it was definitely an improvement." Dib meandered around the answer. Zim looked at him expectantly, waiting patiently for him to continue. Eventually Dib sighed and carried on. "Mostly it was just serving people their food or drinks. Sometimes they just wanted to spend time with someone or talk to me. I had to clean up the tables and the kitchens sometimes, stuff like that." He paused again. "Sometimes it was worse." Zim's breath caught in his throat as Dib let those words hang in the air.

"Sometimes they did hurt me physically, but they usually got fined for that. Some of them…" He couldn't bring himself to say it. Back then it hadn't really mattered as much as long as it hadn't brought physical pain, and knowing he would be fed and left alone afterwards if he behaved. But now that he was safe again it was different. And to admit some of the things he'd had to do, to Zim of all people… it was actually humiliating.

Zim's heart lurched. It was clear the boy had been forced to commit erotic acts. He had hoped he might have been spared from this. He knew it was silly of him to linger on this fact, it should have been enough that the boy was just still in one piece.

"It's okay Dib. I'm sorry I made you talk about it." Zim backtracked guiltily.

"No… I want to tell you it's just… I guess most of the time I didn't even know what I was doing, so it's hard to explain." He grimaced as he thought back. Some of the aliens he'd had to 'service' had been truly grotesque. "Ughhh," Dib suddenly sat up, holding his hand to his mouth as he heaved. Zim jolted up in alarm. "Uhh. It's okay. Sorry." Dib said, taking deep breathes as the nausea passed. "I just… don't want to talk about what happened there. Okay?" Zim nodded urgently. It was a wonder the boy even wanted to kiss him after what he'd been through.

As he calmed down and his stomach settled Dib looked back to Zim. The Irken was looking at him wide-eyed and anxious. His huge ruby eyes shone beautifully, his delicate frame poised neatly. Dib sighed, smiling.

"I'm so lucky. You're so beautiful." Zim's eyes bugged in shock, totally caught off guard.

"Um… thank you, I think." Zim blushed furiously, not really sure how to take the compliment. Dib's smile only grew at Zim's adorable coyness. Zim was about to say, 'are you sure you can see straight' when he suddenly realised. "Oh, I almost forgot." Zim suddenly hopped off the bed nimbly and grasped something from a counter. "I made you these."

Zim climbed back onto the bed and held something out to him. Dib gasped as he realised it was a pair of glasses. It had been so long since he'd worn a pair, his had been long since broken and forgotten back on the Massive. He almost couldn't remember what it was like to see the fine detail in things, or to not have a constant headache.

"How… where did you get these?" Dib said in awe as he placed them eagerly on his face. He blinked hard as his eyes tried to adjust. It took a moment before everything came into sharp focus once more. "Wow, they're perfect!"

"I scanned your eyes whilst you were unconscious. They were simple enough for the computer to recreate." Zim watched pleased as Dib looked around the room at things, just enjoying the sensation. It finally seemed like his Dib was back again, seeing him wearing those strange visual aids. He could probably correct the boy's eyesight permanently quite easily, but somehow he just didn't seem like his Dib without his glasses.

"That's so much better. Thanks Zim!" He suddenly looked down at what he was wearing, not having thought of it before now. "You made these clothes too?" Zim nodded. It was just a loose fitting plain blue t-shirt, and on his legs he wore something halfway between trousers and leggings, a soft but resilient black material that fitted slimly to his legs, much like Zim's own trousers.

"I'm sorry they're so basic, I don't know much about human clothes. There are some more layers if you're cold."

"No they're fine. Better than fine, they're great. Thank you Zim." Dib thought about it for a moment before something else occurred to him. Zim had dressed him… he blushed furiously, but then he realised Zim had also been there in the lab. He'd been naked for a lot of the experiments of course, but not only that it had always been Zim who had cleaned him up afterwards. He cringed and buried his face in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Zim's antennae quirked in confusion.

"Nothing." Dib groaned from behind his hands. He peeked out from between his fingers and saw Zim continuing to stare at him questioningly. "I just feel a bit… ashamed. By how pathetic I was in the labs. And fainting on you like that at the club too." He knew how stupid he sounded given the circumstances, but it was funny how things that were so unimportant became significant now that he was safe.

"Dib… it was incredible you were even alive, how can you feel embarrassed? You survived so much!" Zim was totally baffled.

"Ugh. It's just… no one's ever seen me so… vulnerable before." Dib attempted to point out his meaning, absent-mindedly tugging his t-shirt down. Zim's eyes widened as he finally caught on.

"Oh, well. You know. It was just necessary to look after you." He knew humans valued their modesty, most organisms were much the same. He himself had never allowed anyone to see him out of his uniform, but then there had never been a time were such a thing would even occur. Dib was probably the only one who had even seen his bare hands and feet. He felt a little guilty that it clearly bothered the boy, like he'd invaded his privacy. How would he feel if the tables were turned? It did seem instinctively like a personal thing to expose one's self. They sat awkwardly in silence.

Dib gulped nervously and decided to take this opportunity. If it didn't go down well he could always play it off as a joke.

"Maybe you should even up the odds." He tried to keep his voice from trembling but wasn't entirely successful.

"What?" Zim looked up in alarm. It was like the Dib had read his mind. Was he really suggesting what he thought?

"You know. Let me see you in return for seeing me all those times." Dib couldn't meet Zim's eyes as he said it, trying to act cool but turning beetroot red instead. Zim didn't know what to say, he suddenly felt so shy. His cheeks had never given off so much heat before.

"I'm nothing special to see… really." Zim fidgeted with his sleeve, mentally toying with the idea and still trying to decide if the boy was serious. This made Dib look back over, and he scooted closer to the Irken.

"I think you are. I think you're stunning." Their eyes locked then and the intensity of the moment was almost tangible. Dib reached out nervously, his hands trembling as he put them on Zim's hips, feeling for the hem of his red invader top and catching the bottom with his fingertips. He searched Zim's eyes desperately – he didn't want to push his luck. The last thing he wanted was to force Zim into doing something he didn't want to do. But he saw only a look of nervous anticipation in the Irken's eyes as he slid his fingers underneath the top and up Zim's smooth torso, pushing the top ever so slowly up with them. Was he really doing this? He must be mad.

Zim shivered at the sensation but didn't resist. He was apprehensive but another part of him didn't want the Dib to stop. The feeling of the boy's warm fingers brushing against his cool skin was both soothing and exhilarating. As Dib reached Zim's armpits he waited to see if Zim would lift his arms for him. It was like waiting for consent to continue. Zim knew it was his chance to decline if he wished, but he slowly raised his arms and allowed Dib to carry on.

Dib's pulse quickened with relief and excitement and he pulled the top keenly up and over Zim's pak and head, being careful of his delicate antennae. Zim smiled a little at Dib's tenderness. He was such a gentle and caring creature, even now after all the brutality he had faced. Dib gazed down at Zim's exposed chest, the pale green skin smooth and perfect.

Zim wasn't sure what to do next. He knew that the undressing ritual was how humans started their sexual endeavours from his research, but he didn't know if this was on Dib's mind or whether he was genuinely just curious to see his body. He didn't want to make any mistakes, but it felt like he should be removing Dib's top. He just didn't know if he had the guts and part of him didn't want to see the scars or the branded mark. He wondered if Dib would rather never be naked again because of them.

In truth Dib didn't know how to progress either. Taking off Zim's top was one thing, but taking off his trousers was another altogether. At least it was for humans, perhaps Irken's didn't even have anything down there? He so wanted to find out, though he was admittedly a little afraid of how disappointed he would feel if there wasn't. Zim was the first to break the tension, he couldn't handle it any longer. He just needed to know what the Dib wanted.

"Aren't you going to continue?" He uttered quietly as his face flushed darkly. "I thought you wanted to see me?"

"I do," Dib swallowed nervously, "I just wasn't sure if you were okay with it or not."

"It's fine, I'm just nervous. No one's ever seen me like this before." Zim said timidly. He fiddled with the hem of Dib's t-shirt without realising what he was doing, but Dib noticed.

"We could do it together if it would make you feel more comfortable?" Dib offered, and Zim looked up at him hopefully. With that Dib quickly lifted his top up and over his head, discarding it to the side. Zim's face fell as his eyes landed on the Irken logo. It had healed quite well in all honesty, but it still stood out starkly against the boys pale skin. Dib saw Zim's reaction to the mark and sighed.

"It's not so bad. I guess it just means I'm yours now right?" Dib grinned cheekily. Zim couldn't believe the boy was being so reasonable about it, going as far as to make jokes. But it did the trick, and he even managed a small smile. He ran a claw over the mark gently, causing Dib to shiver. Zim blinked as goose pimples rose on the boy's skin and looked up at him inquisitively. Dib had a strange look in his eyes then, and suddenly Zim became overly aware of how close they had gotten.

Some kind of instinct took over Dib in that moment. He closed the distance between them, keenly pressing their lips together. He teased Zim's lips with his tongue until they parted, and his excitement trilled as Zim's tongue slithered into his own mouth. Zim's tongue had more reach than his own and the sensation of it exploring his mouth was intoxicating.

Dib began to move his hands down Zim's back, massaging the skin lightly before gaining enough confidence to slip his hands down to Zim's waist, grasping him firmly by the hips. It was getting awkward with the way they were sitting and Dib wanted to get closer, so he used his grip to pull Zim down with him as he lay them both back in the bed. He pulled the sheets up around them so that Zim would feel less exposed and returned to kissing him, hugging him in closer so that the fronts of their bodies were pressed against one another. It was rare enough that he even got to feel Zim's hands ungloved, so the feeling of so much of their bare skin touching was incredible. He cringed as he realised how aroused he was and wondered whether Zim could feel it, and whether he knew what it meant. His words from earlier echoed through his head.

"That night… I was coming to tell you that I wanted to stay with you, that I was ready to try things…"

Try things… how much did Zim really know about sex? Enough to understand what he was doing with Kat clearly. Regardless, the need within him was growing with every moment and he wanted Zim so badly. He decided to test the boundaries, slowly pressed his lower region a bit closer against Zim, trying to make it seem coincidental but also hoping that he would notice.

Zim did notice of course, and he did understand. It was only science really. The Dib was of a young-adult age and this was a reaction caused by his human bodily urges to mate. He found it strange but somehow thrilling that the boy's body should react to his own in such a way, defying nature, but he couldn't deny that he felt something too. In Irken years he was in much the same stage of life himself. When he felt the boy's organ press against his own crotch he felt his body react. He felt… strange… down there.

Naturally all Irken paks contained the anatomy and science of the Irken body, but less clear was the usage of some of those parts as they had faded from importance. At this point he knew better what humans liked than what Irkens did. He felt an instinctive urge though, one that had not quite escaped evolution yet. He just hoped he could trust his body to know what to do, but also that their bodies would turn out to be compatible. Given how similar the rest of their anatomy was he didn't see why not.

As Zim felt the Dib thrust himself against him once again he decided to take a leap of faith. The boy clearly wanted to be touched, so he ran a hand down to the area and touched the hardness through his trousers. Dib gasped in surprise into Zim's mouth and pulled the Irken tighter, his nails digging into the skin of Zim's back. Gratified by the response Zim began to stroke the area gingerly, growing in confidence as the Dib let out a whimper and pressed himself more firmly into his hand. Zim smirked but Dib quickly wiped the look off his face by reaching up and grasping one of his antenna between his fingertips.

Zim melted under the touch as Dib began to massage the delicate stalk. It made him tingle all over and sent all kinds of crazy hormones rushing through his body. He wondered if this was how Dib felt as he stroked his organ and decided they had similar roles. He fretted that Dib might get a bit overzealous like last time and end up hurting him, but this time definitely felt different. Though he was intense and eager he wasn't being rough or forceful, it just felt passionate. Zim opened his eyes a little as he felt Dib's other hand grasping at the waist band of his trousers. He tugged at them shyly and Zim could see his brow crinkle as he tried to work up the guts to pull them off him.

Dib broke the kiss for a moment and opened his eyes to find Zim looking at him curiously, his eyes slightly glazed over. Zim gave him a tiny nod of permission and Dib's heart pounded as he slowly began tugging the black material down. Zim pulled them the rest of the way off as Dib removed his own quickly. Dib was glad of the sheets covering them then as he felt his exposed erection lie between them, feeling bashful even though he knew Zim had already seen him.

"Are you okay with this?" Dib whispered to Zim, trying to reassure himself just as much. He was so excited and nervous to discover the alien's slender green body. Zim simply nodded in response, he couldn't seem to remember how to talk right now.

Dib leaned in to resume the kiss as his hands began to wander over Zim's lithe body. He slid a hand down Zim's front, his pulse racing as his fingers reached lower and lower. He held his breath as fingertips grazed over smooth skin where he expected… something to be, but kept them moving until he felt a part in the skin. Zim instinctively flinched back breaking the kiss, his eyes huge as Dib's fingers hovered there and Dib felt the Irken's body go rigid. Was Zim like a girl? It didn't really matter to him as long as something worked, it just hadn't been what he was expecting. He had never had much preference for girls or boys, he'd not really given it any thought. Apparently it was aliens that turned him on.

Dib gulped nervously and applied some pressure to the parting, and finding it slightly moist his fingers slipped in slightly. It was Zim's turn to whimper now. Dib began massaging an antenna once more and the combination of sensations had Zim writhing next to him. He smiled in amusement at Zim's face until he felt something bulge under his fingers. He looked to Zim questioningly but the Irken was miles away. He tried to press against the resistance and found something wet suddenly popped out in his hand.

"Aghh!" Dib exclaimed, his hand recoiling.

"What?" Zim panted, his faced dazed. Dib couldn't stop himself. He propped himself up on one arm and pulled the sheets back to look at Zim, who blushed furiously. An organ seemed to have emerged from Zim's opening, and Dib watched as it hardened and grew erect, not dissimilar to his own. It reminded him of Zim's tongue – slender and ridged, tapering down to a point. Zim looked at Dib indignantly. "What's wrong? I didn't react like that to you!"

"I'm sorry Zim, I just… I wasn't expecting it!" Dib couldn't help but giggle at Zim's pouting face. "Besides that's not fair, you'd already seen mine." Dib gazed at it some more, biting his lip distractedly. He felt a surge of confidence then as desire overwhelmed him. He still wasn't sure how this was going to work, but he was damn sure he was gonna find out.

He set Zim beneath him, grabbing some pillows to support his head where the Irken's pak made being on his back awkward. Dib leaned over Zim and drew their bodies up against each other, their organs both tingling with exhilaration as they touched one another's between them. He returned to kissing Zim passionately and began fondling the other antenna this time, whilst his other hand returned to Zim's crotch to touch the newly exposed flesh.

Zim groaned under him as the human's soft fingers caressed his length, rubbing it up and down. It felt incredible so Zim reached his own hand down to feel Dib for the first time and began mimicking his actions. Dib almost drew blood from biting Zim in surprise as the claws wrapped around him and began stroking, but Zim surprised him by kissing him back just as fiercely, his actions growing more frenzied by the moment. He just prayed he could last long enough.

Dib moved his fingers down Zim's erection to where it emerged from the opening, still curious. He tested the entrance and found that there was room to slip his fingers inside, so he pushed them into the tightness deeper than before. Zim wriggled from the sensation and Dib couldn't tell it felt good to him or not.

"Does it hurt?" Dib whispered, his breath hot against Zim's mouth.

"No, just… just go slow…" Zim winced as Dib began to thrust his fingers inside him, but it seemed to get easier and soon Zim appeared to be enjoying it. After a while Dib couldn't hold back on the temptation anymore. He pulled away slightly and took Zim's claws from his throbbing erection. He positioned himself over Zim's entrance.

"Promise you'll tell me if I'm doing something I shouldn't?" He looked at Zim firmly, and the Irken nodded nervously.

"It should work… just… be gentle." Zim's voice shook a little and Dib cupped his face with his hand.

"I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you want to?" Dib whispered, their faces close.

"Yes, I want to. I want you to." Zim said with more certainty this time, matching Dib's gaze determinedly.

Dib pushed himself against Zim's opening and began to ease his way inside the tight passage. His breath caught in his throat at the feeling, the ridges of Zim's organ grazing against his as they passed inside him. Zim grimaced and gripped onto Dib's arms tightly, his eyes screwed shut and his teeth gritted.

"Zim?" Dib panted worriedly. He was hyper aware that Zim's body wasn't designed to match his own, and he was so afraid of injuring the Irken.

"Slow…" Was all Zim could choke out. Dib paused to lean down and press a kiss to the Irken's green forehead, and began softly caressing his antenna once more. It had the desired effect and as he felt Zim begin to loosen up and relax beneath him started to move again, drawing himself slowly in and out of the moist opening.

God this feeling… it was more than Dib could ever have hoped for. To think that mere days ago he was a barely fed slave, thinking that that was it for the rest of his life, that he'd never be happy or see Zim again. He wished he could go back and tell his past self how worth it it had all been.

Dib soon became aware that he couldn't hold himself back much longer, it was his first time after all. He glanced at Zim's face to find the Irken was definitely finding it pleasurable, but he didn't even know if sex was the same for Irkens. Would Zim climax?

Dib shifted his body weight onto the arm that was handling Zim's antennae, propping himself on his elbow to free up his other hand. As the action brought them closer he had the strongest urge to taste Zim's skin, so he leaned in to his soft, immaculate neck and began kissing and nibbling at it. Zim squirmed under the touch appreciatively. Dib traced his free hand tantalisingly down the length of Zim's body until it reached his erect organ, feeling its alien texture before taking it into the palm of his hand and beginning to stroke it again, more firmly this time.

"Oh Irk…" The words escaped Zim's mouth as the ecstasy began to overwhelm him. Dib grinned into his neck and began to move his hips harder and deeper. It was all getting too much for him, he was definitely going to finish soon. Another thought occurred to him then, and he worriedly struggled the words out whilst trying not to slow.

"Zim," He panted, "Do you need me to pull out?"

"Uhh…" Zim didn't manage words the first time so Dib prompted him.

"If I finish inside you will it hurt you?" Dib just hoped Zim really had done his research, and knew what he meant.

"It's fine… just… don't stop," Zim gasped. He knew it probably wasn't sensible, who knew what the human's fluids were made of. But right now he just didn't care. His whole body was in a frenzy. Who knew this mating thing could be so incredible? He felt like he was going to burst. He winced a little as Dib began to pound harder into him, but the pain was somehow clouded by the pleasure it also brought, causing the sensations to come to a peak. He cried out as waves of climax racked his body, clutching onto the Dib as the boy continued to thrust into him.

Dib looked down at Zim as he called out, and when he realised the Irken was climaxing the sight of Zim lying beneath him with that look on his face tipped him over the edge. He thrust one last time into Zim as he let everything go, groaning at the sweet release. His body collapsed over Zim's and he lay on top of the Irken as they both gasped for breath. After a few moments Zim flapped a claw ineffectually at the Dib's hand which still gripped his antennae.

"Too… too sensitive," It took a minute for Dib's brain to function again before he released the delicate appendage. He gave the Irken a quick kiss on the cheek before carefully sliding out of him and rolling off to one side. They both lay on their backs panting, savouring the sensations as they began to subside.

"Wow." Was all Dib could manage. Words couldn't really do what had just happened between them justice. He knew sex didn't equal love, but man… did he love that little green lizard right about now. He rolled his head to the side to gaze at Zim as the Irken lay there with his eyes shut.

"I can see why humans are so obsessed with sex now." Zim spoke breathlessly. "You'll never conquer any planets while that's an option instead. Perhaps your race should consider eradicating the temptation so that you can finally progress." Zim teased, smirking. Dib leaned over and grinned at him mischievously.

"I think I'll take the sex thanks." He reached over and planted a soft kiss to Zim's lips.

Zim reached a hand down to himself and felt the moisture that was beginning to escape from his entrance.

"What have you left inside me?" Zim asked curiously, bringing his claws back up to his face to inspect the stuff.

"Sorry. I got some of yours on me too you know." Dib teased, nodding towards the mess Zim had left on his own belly. "Is it hurting you?" He asked with real concern now. It may not be pure water but everything human had some water content, it was bound to irritate the Irken especially in such an intimate area.

"No, well I don't think so. Everything's a bit sore at the moment anyway." Zim shifted and cringed a bit. "I'd better go clean myself though to be safe." Zim made to get out of the bed but Dib grabbed his arm.

"You'll come back won't you?" Dib pleaded and Zim smiled down at him.

"So needy." He smirked, but quickly caved. "Yes, Zim will return. I'll bring you some food too, you need feeding up." With that he swiftly darted from the room.

Dib lay back again, suddenly remembering how tired his body was. He probably hadn't been quite ready for that kind of exertion. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but his mind wouldn't stop racing. He just couldn't believe that they'd just had sex. Incredible sex. On top of all that he was light-years from Earth in an alien spaceship right now. His head whirled with thoughts.

He didn't stay awake long enough to see Zim return.

A/N: I was so nervous about posting this as I've never written a sexy scene before, so I hope it wasn't awful and cringy. I hope it's not too wordy as well but I just kept getting carried away. I wasn't planning on the sexy times, it just sort of happened. I guess they earned it 8D It was hard to choose what 'bits' I wanted Zim to have, but I like the way he's portrayed in MKLiers 'Discovering You' the best so I couldn't get that image out of my head, so I just ran with it. I kinda like that he might have both parts, like maybe the sexes of Irkens has blurred over time from lack of use or something. I made it up as I went along in all honesty. As for Dib's worry about coming inside Zim, he was purely worried it would hurt him, not that he would get him pregnant or anything, before anyone starts guessing that's gonna happen. Stories where one of them gets pregnant are really a no go for me. Different species on this planet can't even get each other pregnant so there's no way in hell it would work with an alien, and I think they're both smart enough to know that so they're not worried. I mean no offense and each to their own, I'm just saying I would never write a baby/preggers fic.

As always thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it :3