Swollen Years

A/N: Reviews plz. xD I want emmmm. I was to know if I should even continue this story or not. ;-;
I apologize for chapter 13...
It was too short. And boring. Don't kill me. I was out of plot ideas, so I just started the chapter without a clue on what was going to happen. I was checking it over (only half of it, I hate reading my own story chapters. ._.) and I go, "Hm. This is awfully short.."

Anyone reading this story still must be pissed off at me. xD I TRY, I DO.

Azumi the Tek: Ahaha, when I was reading that chapter, I was like ":O Woah-za." But no problem. xD Btw, keep updating your story. Do it, for me. ;-; There's no other active ZaDr stories atm, and it's making me sad. But because I don't like making two reviews (lazy), I'll make a suggestion :D. Try making the chapters longer. Longer chapters= the better. :P

ANYWAY, OMG. UPDATE? YOU SRS SWEETCHAOS? OMFG. THE IZ SECTION IS DED. IT CAN'T BE. Yes, I decided to update. All this idle in the IZ section is dissapointing. Hoping this revives it.


~*Chapter 14*~

Zim only smiled, and looked up at the frustrated human. Was he showing a weakness? It seemed so. He hated being compared, or being classified as the majority of human kind. But he was right, he was no ordinary human. He had hygien, he was smart, he had common sense, not to mention an IQ.
He was the only one who knew who Zim was. He knew Zim was a homocidal alien from the very second he saw him in Ms.Bitter's class. That's proof enough.
Dib was truely amazing compared to all the other humans.

Zim only snorted and stared straight at the human into the eyes. "You're right. You're right, Dib.." A smile began to form. "You do deserve me. Your an impressive human, that's for sure." He turned his head away from Dib. "Be grateful for Zim's comments!"

Dib only smiled back, and began to grow into a predatory look. He lowered his head more, so that if Zim had a nose, both noses would be touching. "I already knew all that Zim. I always knew I was the only one who deserved you." His nuzzled his mouth to Zim's neck, just enough so that his mouth was hovoring above his lime skin. He inhaled, taking in all of Zim's scent. It was intoxicating. Amazing. "So Zim.. Why'd you come back?"

Zim had a hard time registering the question in his brain. Dib's mouth was so close to his neck.. "Zim...?"

Zim's eyes grew wide and open. "I.. uh.." He paused. "I can't reveal that information to you."

Dib grew a large grin, and bit down on the skin, causing the other to groan. "Are you sure Zim?.. Maybe I can get that information out of you.." He began to lick and suck, making the Irk whine.

"S-Stop.." Zim choked out, trying to get his neck away from Dib's mouth, but, of course, failing. "Why do you think treating me in perverted ways will get you anywhere?!"

"Because it always does." He grabbed the peirced appendage. "Shall I demonstrate?"

"NO NO NO!" Zim gasped. He then layed completely still. "What do you want from me..?" He whispered.

Dib leaned up away from Zim. "For one thing, I want you to submit to me." He looked straight into Zim's eyes.

"Never." Zim hissed.

As Dib's fist collided with Zim's cheek, Zim let out a loud scream. He hid his face in his hands, groaning. Blood began to seep through Zim's fingers as he remained curled up, with his face hidden. He kept still, trying to ignore the pain. But it hurt so bad..

Dib crossed his arms. "That won't happen again if you just do what I tell you."

The alien growled. He swung his face at Dib, teeth showing. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! Kidnapping me, and basically making me your pet dog!" Dib's face didn't change, discouraging Zim. Zim sighed, eyes softening. He looked to the left, unable to meet Dib's cold stare. "Why should I answer any of your questions, if you can't answer mine?"

Dib's expression mixed with confusion. He had a point. But it shouldn't matter, Zim was his property. Dib shouldn't be expected to do anything. But this was Zim- stubborn, strong, and lucky. It's not like he was just going to do what he wanted unless he got some portion of it. After dealing with Zim for a long time in his childhood, Dib learned that. And it seems that's still the case with Zim. "If I answer some of your questions, will you answer mine?"

Zim didn't move, or speak. He just looked at Dib coldly.

Dib raised an eyebrow. "Alright then. Ask me what you want."

"First of all, get off me!" Dib was still towering over him, hip on hip, torso resting on torso. If both didn't have clothing on, it'd look like they were-
Zim flushed.

When Dib was off of Zim, he grabbed Zim's wrist, making sure he didn't run off. Zim chuckled.

"You.. don't trust me?"

"No, not at all."

"Hehe.. smart boy." Zim looked into Dib's eyes, seducingly. "You always were my favorite human." He snuggled up to Dib's chest, his head fitting perfectly under his chin.

Dib knew Zim was sneaky, so I he tried his best not to be pulled in by that wonderfully skinny body.. Pleading ruby eyes, antenna demanding attention. "You're so fucking pure Zim." He dragged Zim upstairs, throwing him on the couch. "Quit trying to trick me." Dib walked into the kitchen, leaving Zim confused on the couch.

Zim had no idea what the hell Dib was doing. Is this a chance to escape? His mind told him to get up and take advantage over the human and escape and continue back to his duties, but his legs just said 'no'. He began to shake. Not from fear of course, but from the war with his own limbs and mind.

As Dib walked back into the room, he noticed Zim's shaking. Was the Irken already scared of the human? After all that Dib has done to him, he should have. The knife in his hand reflected the sun's light from the window, shining in Zim's eyes. Those red eyes grew so beautiful when light passed through them. Hidden rays of grey and pink appeared around the edges. Speckles of hidden color showed. It looked amazing. Dib drank in the uncommon sight. Completely priceless- Zim all vulnerable, his body twisted into a somewhat seducing state, eyes wide and open, showing their amazing color, and mouth hung open.

Zim's panting and breathing scraped against Dib's ears.

"Alright, I've had enough fun." Dib pulled back, throwing the knife to the corner of the room. " It's like fourth grade all over again, but playing with adult rules!" He plopped onto Zim, making the Irk make a pained noise. Surprisingly, Zim was kinda squishy.

As Zim looked up at Dib, confused, he wondered if this was another trick. If it was, it was quite silly and plain."Get the hell off me! I don't want to smell like hyu-mon ASS!" He began to squirm and tried to push Dib off of him, only to fail. This was making Dib laugh, he knew Zim could bust down metal doors, pick up incredible weights. But he couldn't push a 'pathetic' human off of him? What a joke.

Dib began to run his ass on Zim's torso to tease him. "You know you like it. Stop denying it!" He said in a joking manner. Watching Zim's reaction was priceless.

"Get the hell off me you fucking-!" Zim stopped. He went silent, then turned his head away with a 'Hmph!'. Dib laughed. "Give up?"

"Yeah sure." Zim didn't really want to give up. He knew that if he said anything to piss, or irritate Dib at all, he would dig himself a deeper hole and Dib would continue the immature playfulness.

"You're no fun." Dib scooted off of Zim's body with a smile. He didn't want to admit that not fighting Zim ruined his excitment. But making Zim give up sure boosted his self esteem. He relaxed against the couch. "Wonna watch T.V?"

Zim wasn't sure how to react to Dib's sudden mood swing. One minute he was going to hack him with a knife, next his sitting on him, then next hes offering to watch T.V.? "What... the hell..?"

"Hm?" Dib's eyebrows raised. "You don't want to watch T.v.? Fine."

Zim's antennaes raised. "No no no! I do! It's just.. You're acting weird."

Dib smiled. "You know me Zim. I'm a weird human. Always have been, always will." He grabbed the remote and switched on the T.V. "What channel?"

Zim ignored Dib's question. "True, you were weird. But that's only because you freaked out that I was an alien! You're so different now." He scootched up to Dib, grabbing his shirt, clinging, making Dib confused. "I don't like it. You changed too much."

"Oh, like you haven't changed?"

"EH?!" Zim shot back. "I haven't changed at all! I'm still the amazingness that is Zim from when I left this dirt-ball!" He wondered why being told he changed insulted him.

Dib took out a cigarette and began searching for a lighter. "Yeah you changed plenty. For one thing, you're not talking in third person as much, you curse more.. and.. uh." What else has changed? Zim may have changed, but not that much has changed. a plentifull of him stayed static. "And your appearance.."

Zim chirped. "Of course my body has changed!" He shot up and began to spin. "And I love it!"

It confused Dib. Irkens acted like humans. Get skinnier, and you're a better person. He really was more human than ever."You're really that happy you grew skinnier? Did you like.. stop eating junk food?"

"Pfft," the Irk spat. "I have no interest in making myself a stick. You humans are so obsessed with such a thing. Have you not noticed Zim's height! That is my greatest achievment!"

"Of course I have! You think going from three feet to about five wouldn't be noticed?" He forgot that more height meant more royalty to Irkens. Which was weird. And pretty much stupid. "Congrats on the achievment, Mr.'Amazing.'" The sarcasism seemed to pass Zim's hearing.

"This height has made me more Zim-like!" He stopped spinning, and glowered at the floor. "After all those times.. all those horrible memories.." An incredibly horrible smile grew on his face. "I got what I wanted.. I showed them all.. I promised them I'de grow and pay them back for what they've done to me.." He looked at Dib. "Of course, I never let down my promises."

Dib stared into Zim's in-human eyes.. They were no longer bright rouge with specks and ruby-like. Now.. the edges were maroon.. the rest of his eye filled with one solid color. Dark red inclosed by maroon. It was extremely frightning. It's like he was taken into a trans. Taken over by a demon. He smiled. "That's the Zim I know!" He jumped up and pulled the other into his arms. "I was worried for awhile. Good to know the old you is still there."

Zim remained still, not daring to move a muscle. He wasn't afraid, or taken back from Dib's actions. He was too lost in his rage and past to move. He didn't want to move, his stomach felt as if a hole had suddenly been drilled in there. 'It hurts..'

Dib remained silent. Zim's inability to move was scaring him. He should be raging, thrashing, demanding for him to lay his 'filthy hyu-moon' hands off him. But nothing happened. Their breathing was the only obstacle traveling through air, filling silence. Dib put his head down to Zim's forhead. "Zim..?" No reply. He pushed Zim back to take a look at him.
Zim looked as if there was no life in him. Like someone whose hopes and dreams were crushed and erased in a time span of four minutes. His eyes were empty, showed no life, no hope. "I hope you know, Zim." Dib whispered. "That those horrible things they did to you are only steps. Like stairs. And at the very top of the stairs is-"

Zim pulled away and sat on the couch. "Save your breathe human. I don't need sympathy." He layed on his back and crossed his legs. "I already did what I promised. All is fine. I'm tall, my race is gone. Life is good.. besides that I'm like your little pet right now." When he rolled his eyes, it was like magic. As his eyes shifted angels, the life suddenly sparked up again. Those colors seemed to appear again, leaving Dib fazed.

"God Zim, you're so weird."

Zim kicked Dib in his side. "Shut up."

Dib grabbed a pillow and threw it at Zim's face. "Why don't YOU shut up?"

Zim grabbed the pillow and threw it at Dib's crotch. "Fuck you. You think you can win this arguement?"

Dib was surprised at Zim's aim. Thank god the pillow was soft, or his balls would be bruised for god knows how long. "Yes, I think I can."

Zim smiled. "Fine then!" He grabbed a pillow and got up. "This calls for a violent pillow fight."

"Sounds like fun." Dib wasn't lying. It really did. Having to have a seemingless fight with soft objects with your old enemy. "Wonna make a bet?"

"Ooooh you sure know how to make a fight interesting." He grabbed the pillow on both sides and squished it together, making it seem like he was loading a gun. "If I win, you let me go."

Yeah right, like Dib was going to do that. But just to make Zim happy. "And if I win, you have to do as I say without complaints. Oh, and you call me 'Sir', or 'Master'. And if you disobey me, I'll put you into a little maids outfit and make you serve me tea and speak in a British accent."

Zim's antennae's perked in excitement. "Ha! Sounds like fun!"

"Indeed it does!" He thre back his arms and smashed the pillow into Zim's head, making Zim stumble back.

Zim growled. "Bullshit! That was unfair!" He charged at Dib and smashed the pillow into Dib's adomnen. As Dib grunted, he pulled back and plowed the pillow into Zim again.

Dib started laughing. This was really actually fun. "I can't wait to see you in that pretty maid costume!"

"Oh really now? I can't wait till I get to see OUTSIDE again without a collar on me!"

At that moment both of them threw eachother's pillows at eachother, both getting hit in the face, making them growl and curse.

"LUCKY FUCKIN' SHOT!"

"GODDAMNIT!"

~Five minutes later

~Ten minutes later

.... ~Five more minutes later

Dib and Zim layed on the floor, panting and growling. Dib was reaching at his pillow, which was sprawled about three feet away from him. Zim was covored in sweat, cursing and panting under his breathe.

"I.. I give." Zim had trouble speaking with his panting. "Fuck it.. I'll take the maids outfit.."

Dib didn't reply. He just layed there, staring at his pillow. As if staring at it will make it magically move towards him.

Zim reached towards his PAK. "Ugh why do I still wear this.. It just makes things harder.."

"Uhh.. Don't you need it for.. I don't know.. Living?"

"Ahaha.. not anymore I don't.. I just wear this to seem like a normal Irken.. Silly, really."

The news seemed amazing to Dib. He doesn't need the PAK anymore? "Oh.. cool.."

Zim sat up, breathing. He sat onto the couch and spread out his limbs. It felt too good.. "Dib, I can't believe I'm doing this but.."

"Hmm?" Dib rolled his head and looked at the fatigue'd Irk.

"Nevermind. I just want to go to sleep. I'll ask you tommorow." With that, Zim rolled onto his side away from Dib and closed his eyes. Dib got up and plopped on the couch. "Fine.. whatever." He layed next to Zim, nearly hugging him. "What's it about?"

Zim relaxed in Dib's arms. "I need your help, but I highly doubt you'll accept my request.." He yawned.
Dib, too tired to speak, only let out a weak 'Hmmm..?' And snuggled his head into Zim's neck, taking in that delicous foreign scent.

And that's the position they were in when they drifted into sleep.