Swollen Years

A/N: Wheeee chapter 13 GO! *super gay powers activate*
I was working on this, then stopped. Then started again, then stopped, and blahblahblah.

~*Chapter 13*~

He was going to kill the human. He was going to kill him, beat him, shoot him, or perhaps, rape him with celery sticks or some sort. As long as it brought Zim joy. Only because he didn't get any sleep, of course. Revenge was sweet to the mind, like sugar is to the Irken's tongue.
It was satisfying.


Zim giggled lightly to himself at the though of it... Using those sharp, lab tools against the Dib-human. Torturing him, and getting revenge for what Dib had done to him in a time span of twenty-four hours. Then came the celery stick idea. Thoughts went into detail.

The Irk began to laugh outloud, unable to control himself. His laughter died down, fading. Then he became depressed and into a bitchy mood again.

What was he going to do about this situation? Trapped, in Dib's house, being used as a lab pet. Perhaps he could..

His stomach called out to him. "Fuck."

Zim stumpled to the kitchen. Could there be anything he could eat? Yes there was- potato chips. That'll be a good way to start your morning.

Maybe it wasn't so bad. He could piss Dib off all he wanted now, and he could leech all the food. And he could also-...

...

......

Yeah, this sucks.


And shitty sit-coms weren't helping. So Zim was basically a mindless, potato-eating lump. He layed down against the couch, using one hand to take a chip out of the bag, and the other to work the clicker.
He looked like most people on their days off. He was more human now than he ever was before.

Eventually, Dib came limping down the stairs. His hair looked like a mess, his eyes all baggy and droopy. Zim looked over the couch and looked at Dib. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." The Irken teased.

Dib didn't respond. He just slowely dragged himself into the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. It was obvious Dib was in a terrible mood, so there was no need to go and try to piss him off now. So Zim just ignored him and continued to watch the T.V. Dib walked into the room, with a cup of smoking coffee in his hands. He glowered at Zim. "Get your filthy hands out of my potato chips." Zim's antennaes perked.

"I don't see your name on them. So the chips are availible for everyone." Zim made a swift hand motion, as if he was presenting himself to a crowd. "Including Zim."

Dib just grumbled. His mood was sour, and didn't feel like dealing with the stubborn alien. So he just sat down on the couch next to him, and began to mimic Zim.

"So what tests are you going to do to me today?" Zim grabbed a chip, and pressed his teeth to one side, and cracked the chip in half. The sound was irritating.

"Ugh.. I don't know.. I'll think of it later.." Dib sipped his coffee, and no words were exchanged.

Soon enough, Dib began to wake up just fine. His eyelids no longer weighed a shit-ton. The T.V. was not as blurry as before. And his mood slowely lifted. He looked at Zim. The alien looked terrible. His eyes were beginning to turn darker. His lekku layed flat against his head, and his eyes were half shut. Was Zim sick? Having a sick test subject would be dissapointing. "Are you ok, Zim?"

Zim groaned, and curled into a ball. He grabbed a pillow, and threw his head onto it. "I'm tireeedd." He closed his eyes, and tried to relax.

Dib stared at the Irk for several seconds. Those antennas.. did they always lay flat like that? Then he noticed something that he should have earlier- Zim's antennas were peirced. The left one had them actually. Two golden rings, that dangled in place. They were oh-so-shiny, and in good quality. Made the man wonder what element they were- gold, painted silver? Or maybe a natural element on a distant planet. He felt the urge to touch them. Dib slowely began to tease one of the rings, making it swing and chime.

"Don't touch my peircing." Zim said. It didn't sound like a threat. Zim was too tired to make it sound like one anyway. Dib smiled. "Too bad, I'm touching them." Dib's hands began to explore the ring, twirling it, and feeling the surface. Interesting- it wasn't gold. Zim began to growl. "Are your antennas sensitive?"

"No, they're not. So don't try to seduce me." He sounded terrible.

"I'm not, just wondering." Dib grabbed Zim's shoulders and pulled the Irk into his lap, holding his arms around him. "Are you tired, Zim?" His voice was so calm and gentle now. It made Zim feel safe.

Although Zim knew perfectly well he wasn't in a safe place, he remained. It felt nice, feeling heat around him. But confusing. He squirmed out of Dib's arms. The human didn't object. "I don't want the smell of you filthy humans.." Zim grumbled.

Dib sighed. He wasn't doing this for sympathy. He just didn't like having his new lab pet in bad condition. Besides, if he makes Zim think he's his friend, then maybe, just maybe, making sure he's kept in his place will be easier.

Sounded like fun.

"Fine, Zim. " He stood up. "Get some rest. Hope you feel better." Think nice, affection, sympathy. Maybe that's how you get an Irken like Zim to do your bidding. He grabbed his keys, and got settled in his coat. Zim slowely cracked an eye open.

"Dib, where are you going..?" Pfft why was he asking? He didn't care. Having the human away from him made him feel happy, and safe.

"Out." Zim felt like saying 'That answer is unsatisfying,' just for laughs. But he once again, didn't feel like it. "Going out for more mating attempts, eh?"

Dib froze. "What are you talking about?" He couldn't mean..

"Those two females that you brought over last night."

His voice was still, and cold. "You.. you know about that?"

Zim turned his body left and right. He couldn't get comfterable. "Of fucking course I do. You and your love-pigs kept me up all night! I swear, I was ready to melt their faces.." Getting into a decently comfy spot, Zim plopped his head on the pillow, sighing.

Dib paced towards the couch, leaning towards Zim over the couch's arm. "Is that all that noise that bothered you? When we came in?" His speaking was at a fast rate.

Zim was getting frustrated. He couldn't find a good spot to stay in. "No.. The worst noise was from upstairs. All that screaming and moaning made Zim's stomach feel flips-floppy!" He began to punch the pillow, and wondered if 'flip-floppy' was really a word.

Dib's face fell. "I'm sorry.."

"Whatever." Two seconds fly by. "I mean, yes! You should be sorry! Pathetic human!"

Dib didn't get the hint that Zim was just joking. "You're right..." Yes voice went lower. "I'm sorry."

'For fucks sake Dib, I'm just joking..' Zim thought to himself, grumbling. What was the point in pissing off Dib now, if he's going to take it all seriously? He missed the old Dib, when his temper was more limited.

"Zim, I'll be back." He went for the front dorr, buttoning his coat.

"Ok. Sure. Bye." You can tell he didn't care.
And Dib locked the door behind as he left.

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Zim considered himself lucky. He finally realized how lucky he really was after he took his much-needed nap.

The Dib was being kind to him. He didn't struck, hit, or beat Zim.

A miracle, perhaps? Had to be.

That wasn't the end of his luck.- He could look for a way to escape.

And quick. Escaping was the top goal now. Also the most needed goal.

Zim went to the most realiable place to find objects to use for escaping- the lab.

First things first. Fix the watch. All the smashed peices were stored in Zim's Pak. Luckilly he stuffed them in there before Dib grabbed him and nearly molested him against the wall.

Horny human..

Zim grabbed certain tools that looked useful enough to help him repair his watch.

Thirty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

And another twenty minutes..

"Damnit!" Zim slammed his fists on the computers. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO IT!" He staired down at the 1/4 fixed watch. So much time has gone by, and he hasn't even fixed a quarter of the watch. "I don't have time for this!"

Zim walked away from the crippled watch, and began to rub the sides of his head. He took deep breathes, in attempt to calm down. He told himself that everything was going to work out fine.

He started calming down. Yeah that's it.. Just take your time. I bet when Dib gets home, the watch will almost be fixed, then, he can escape. He smiled and grabbed the human tools. "Yes.. just keep working.."

Footsteps. "SHIT!" Zim wurled around, seeing Dib chuckling to himself. Zim tried to hide the watch behind him, droplets of sweat collecting. "Oh.. uhh."

"Oh, what's this?" Dib walked up to Zim, looking down on him. Dib liked how he was over a foot taller than Zim. Gave him something to brag about, and to discourage Zim from any rebellions. Zim looked up at Dib firmly. "N-Nothing."

Dib only smiled. He took out the remote in his pocket. "Are you lying to me, Zim?"

Zim stammered. He glowered at the remote, and could feel the pain of electric waves passing through ever vein, muscle, and nerve passing through him by just imagining it. "Are you going to shock me again?!"

Dib shrugged. "That's up to you. Either you hide something from me and get shocked, or you tell me what your up to and have the slight possibility of not being shocked. Your choice." Dib didn't sound sadist. He just sounded quite proud of himself.

Who wouldn't? If you had Irken Zim as a pet under your command, you'd feel delicous about it.

Zim growled. "I'm no up to anything Dib, quit being a jack-ass and leave me alone."

"Then WHY are you in MY lab?"

Zim shrugged. "I was curious. I was bored of sitting on the couch. Both answers A and C."

Dib rolled his eyes. He grabbed Zim by the metal collar and threw him to the ground. Zim yelped as he hit the floor, and looked up at Dib, who was searching for something. "Zim, what the.. What are you doing down here?" He couldn't find anything. There was no weapon, no organised plan, nothing. He looked at Zim, who was still on the ground, looking up at him. "Answer me."

"I told you! Zim is up to no nonsense! He was just plainly curious!" Zim slowely brought himself up, wobbling as he took balance. Dib sighed, fists clenching. "Fine Zim, but if I found out your up to anything.. Who knows. I think, I just might shock you.. Orr I could just tie you up to the cold, metal table and torture your insides with those sciccors."

Dib sounded so evil and sadist, it turned Zim on.

Which was odd. Zim rubbed his arms, looking at the human. "Soooo.."

Dib grabbed him by the collar again and tugged his head up, so he forced the Irk to stare at him in the eyes. "Forget about my kindness earlier. That's all gone now." His left hand traveled down Zim's side, playing at the hips. Zim began to wiggle. "I didn't get what I wanted from you. So I think I will." His hands groped Zim's ass.

"Stop touching me!" Zim grabbed Dib's hands and pulled him away. He had the dirtiest look. "NO HUMAN CAN TOUCH ZIM!"

Dib smiled and grabbed Zim's elbow, and pulled him close to his face. He hissed through his teeth, "That goes for NORMAL humans.." He pushed Zim against the table. "The dumb, unworthy humans!" He step towards Zim, making Zim panic. "The ones that don't know the truth!" He crawled over Zim's petit frame. "The one that never deserve you." He grabbed Zim by the shoulders, pinning him down. "I'm not a 'normal' human, Zim. You know that.."