Swollen Years

Just felt like saying this: I PURPOSELY made it obvious Nathan was Zim. I don't know why, it's the way I roll. I always thought that if someone KNEW a certain character, it would pull in someone to read on, knowing the character IS there, and shit will happen. (I'm too lazy to explain it, sorry. Not getting much sleep -_-)
I realized how suckish the last chapter was, I was, ofc, LAZY. My story sucks to the others in this section. Go read Godess Rising. Amazing story, go read it.

~*Chapter 12

This wasn't happening.

No, it couldn't be.

What.
The.
Fuck.

No one has ever been able to capture Zim. NO ONE. Zim was superior. This must be a nightmare. Yes, that's what it is.

It's just a bad dream of the horrible Dib-monster from good old times. Now he is haunting his dreams. Yes, it must be that.

The horrible hole of guilt in Zim's inner organs dissapeared. He didn't have to feel crappy. This is just a dream. It doesn't matter. He can just play along with it now.

Zim smiled as he looked up at Dib's face. He felt invincable.

Dib didn't understand why Zim was smiling up at him. He was confused. Was he going to try to escape? Dib plopped Zim on the couch and sat next to him, eyes glued to the speciemen.

Zim started to chuckle. He got on all four limbs, on knees, and balanced himself with his three-digit hands. "Okay Dib-worm, what do you want with Zim?"

Dib leaned back, smiling, resting his arms behind him. "Answers. And your going to answer every single one of them."

"Ask away."

It didn't matter, This wasn't reality. Just a dream. Might as well have fun, replying with stupid responses sounds good.

"Why'd you leave on my birthday?"

"Who said I left on your birthday?"

Silence. "..You did."

"Lies."

Dib's eyebrows pressed together with anger. "Whatever. Nevermind, it doesn't matter. How about, where did you go?"

Zim layed himself down on the couch, his legs swinging back and forth, smiling growing. "To go shake hands with your master. Up in space. Ehh.. god, is it?"

Dib's hands grew into fists. The alien was doing this on purpose, to piss him off. It's ok. He'll play along with this selfish game. "Wow Zim! That's great!" You could here the sarcasism in his tone of voice. "Did you ask anything? Like, if he told you anything about our future?"

Zim's face went lazy. "I don't know."

Dib pinched the skin between his brows. Zim chuckled. This is fun, messing with the imaginary Dib-human.

Zim jumped up and layed himself on his back, sprawling out his legs, tongue hanging out. "Zim is bored. Fetch me some joose."

"Fuck you, you're not in control here." Dib grabbed Zim's shirt, which was halfway cut from the scissors. He tugged Zim up to his face.

Of course he was. This was HIS dream, silly. Zim snapped his fingers. "Quickly, Zim's quench is growing!"

Zim's eyes went wide as Dib's fist struck his cheek. Stinging pain throbbed in his jaw. Dib let go of Zim's shirt, allowing the Irk to fall to the ground. Zim groaned and cupped his face in his hands, hissing in pain. Squeezing his eyes tightly, he tried to ignore the pain he had just recieved.

Fuck. He was feeling pain?

Does that mean.. this was real? Good question.

The pain in Zim's jaw soon became imaginary. The real pain was if this was real or not. Oh dear Irk, let this be a lie. What would he do if this was true? The great Irken Zim being captured by a mere human?

No, it couldn't be.

"Zim..?" Dib leaned over Zim, who had suddenly froze on the floor. He was no longer whining from the punch, but he was now just staring in open space. Dib began to shake Zim lightly.

'What would I do... If this was real? How could I face the fact I was captured?! How can I live with that?' Zim continued to be frozen.

"Zim, you're scaring me." Dib shoke the alien harder. "Snap out of it."

"You're... real? This is all real?"

Dib raised a brow. "What? You think this all just made up?"

Zim's slowely turned his head to Dib, shocked. "This... isn't a dream?!"

"Of course not."

Dib wasn't sure if he should be worried for Zim. It was Zim after all. His enemy.

Zim's eyes went wide. Then suddenly, Zim began to scream, shaking his head with hands cuffed on the side of his side, where his ears would be if he was human. "NO NO NO! IT ISN'T REAL! YOU'RE LYING!"

Dib gasped from the sudden outburts. He grabbed Zim's shoulders, trying to hold him still. "Zim, stop!"

Zim pushed the human away. Screaming, "Get away from me! You're not real!" Tears gathered in his ruby eyes. Zim stood up, looking at the human who was staring up at him, suprised. Zim's hands remained where they were. "STOP MESSING WITH ME!" The Irk began to shake his head left and right, unable to calm down.

Dib insantly jumped up, trying to grab the Irk and hold him in his arms. But Zim only gasped and moved away. He fell to the floor, knees first. He stared at the ground. "Zim, don't cry. It's not like you to do something so... so.."

"Zim isn't crying."

"Bullshit! You're eyes are all watery." Dib bent down to Zim, bending down so he was eye level with Zim, which was hard. Zim was still short. Dib pushed the Irk into arms, slowely rocking. "Calm down."

He was crying? Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He didn't even notice he was crying. To him, his eyes were perfectly dry, no form of salty tears. Zim went lax in the human's arms, and went silent.

"Zim, did I do something to you that I shouldn't have?"

"Yes." He shouldn't have causes him pain, reminding him this was reality.

Dib snuggled his mouth to Zim's neck. "I'm sorry.." He whispered.

Zim was completely calm down, all movements stopping. All the movements was the thoughts circling his mind.

His spirit was now frosty, cold, and frozen.

Dib slowely brought them both up to their feet. He was still rocking them back and forth. "Listen Zim, calm down. I'm going to go out for awhile. I'll be back soon. Just calm down, and lay down." Why was he worrying for Zim? He didn't know. "And for future advise, don't try to run away. That metal collar will shock you if you try to run out of these housing grounds."

Zim remained silent. He slowely pulled out of Dib's arms, and unsteadilly walked to the couch. Plopping down, he ever so slowely fell to his sides. His eyes staring into the cream wall. To Dib, this meant. "I understand, please get the fuck out. Leave me alone."

With a nod, Dib grabbed his car keys, and was gone. When Zim heard the front door close, he curled up into a ball, and tried to settle the thoughts in his head. He closed his eyes, and tried to breathe deeply. He spoke positive thoughts to himself.

It's going to be ok.
You were always lucky with situations like this.
When the time comes, you will find your way out of this.

With that, the Irk went into a silent sleep. He wondered why his PAK didn't suddenly go into sleep mode when he wanted to when he realized the truth.

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His blurred vision didn't fade for several minutes. When his sight went crystal clear, he stared at the clock on top of the television.

3:48 am.

The fuck..

Was Dib home? Maybe he was upstairs, sound asleep? Perhaps, maybe he was. Zim just went with that.

He tilted himself up, so he was lying on his back, facing toward the cieling. Yes, this was indeed real. But it's ok. It's Dib. This isn't bad. The way this can worse is if Dib got in a horrible mood and raped him with a rake.

The possibilities of that are near impossible. Zim giggled to himself and rested his eyes.

When he opened his opened eyes, it was at 4:43 am. There was an awful lot amount of noise in the room next to him. Zim could see the shine of the kitchen light hovoring above him on the cieling. He heard boots, and the sound of a coat.

It was Dib, coming home late.

Then, the sound of bottles clanking together. Bottles? What the hell is-

More footsteps. High heels? It sounded high pitched.

"You sure know how to work a lady Dib." It was a woman. She sounded awfully horny. Made Zim cringe.

"Yes yes, I know. No woman can resist my charms" He laughed. Followed by other giggles.

So, there is more than one woman?
What pissed Zim off was that Dib fully knew Zim was in his house with his disguise on, and here he is, bringing two filthy girls into the house.

The Irk squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sound. It worked for awhile, blocking out the loud, silly conversations between Dib and the ladies. When Zim's mind gave up, he was vulnerable to the mindless talking once again.

"You must rich, you bought so many drinks for me and my friend here." Two small chuckles were heard to Zim.

"We must repay you." The second female said with her annoying high voice.

Dib began to laugh. "Go ahead, I spent so much on you two fine ladies, I would be insulted if you didn't!"

He was drunk. Zim could tell by the way he talked. Those bottles were win bottles to his guess. He heard more chuckles, and then.

Sick wet sounds. Followed by puckering sounds.

Of course, Dib was making out with all the girls. The sound was sickening to Zim.

"..bedroom?"

Dib chuckled. "Of course."

Then, the sound stopped. The last Zim heard was the sound of three pairs of footsteps exiting. Zim smiled, and snuggled into his tight little ball again. Silence. The way he wanted it. He rested his eyes.

Five minutes passed.

A ear pitching scream echoed the household. Zim gasped and jumped up. He heard more noises, loud and wrecked his nerves. Zim honestly didn't know if Dib was abusing the two women and pushing them into the wall.

More screams and noises.

"For fucks sake.." Zim slowely stood himself and started marching up the stairs. He could hard moaning and laughing in Dib's room. Zim, too tired to get the real message in his head, leaned his antenna against Dib's door.

He listened.

Several minutes later, Zim was downstairs,on the couch, pulling in his lekku. With a huge pinch in his organs. The last thing he needed was to hear Dib pound his cock into two hookers!

It was diguisting, and nerve wrecking. The very knowledge that Dib was fucking two girls in his room at that very moment was enough for Zim's mind. Zim curled up into an extremely tight ball, pulling as hard as he could on his antennae, making him wince at his own abuse.

It hurt so bad. Dib sexing two girls in a room above him, where he can hear every sound, every moan, and the pain he was inflicting on himself.

The next question was, how are things going to be now in the morning?

Zim was wrong to himself. Things just got worse, and all because of Dib's cock.

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Lol.

Decided to have Zim acting more like himself. I need to make up my mind. :) And because I feel like it:

sickindulgence: I'm glad :) I was hoping my story would catch people's attention. I'm sick of all the cliches in ZADR. Thought I'de finally bring some more original story boards to ZADR.

Envious Doll: At that point, I was surprised too :o. AND THANK GOD! I was SO worried I failed at humor at this story. I'm trying. It's hard. Really.xD

Scarlet Snow: Again, I'm happy its interesting to you. :) That makes me more willing to write. And Nathan's sexy, he MUST be Zim. =w=

Azumi the Tek: Buttsmexing will happen, just not atm. Sorry, I too, am eager to get writing on the sexing.