Swollen Years

A/N: Shigerugal, I love you. Just saying. :) And after you mention Higurashi, I was like "OMG YOUR RIGHT. :O" That's odd, I wasn't even thinking of that anime when I was writing/finishing that chapter. Anyway, glad your enjoying the story.
Btw, you're an artist? :O

Just so you guys know, the more you review, the faster chapters come. :) /wink wink
I'm sick of this story being slow. I didn't expect the story to be this long of amount of chapters, so I'm going to make this long, and get a move on with the plot. Hopefully. I promised that in the last and got lazy with writing the chapter and ended after a meaningless pillow fight.


~*Chapter 15~

-I-

Dib's eyes fluttered. He tried to crack open his eyes, finding it difficult. Whenever his eyes open the tiniest bit, they became dry and he was dragged to shutting his lids quickly. So he layed there, and tried to go back to sleep. He wasn't sure if he could. He felt weird, his back was bare to the cold air, while his torso was inclosed with warmth. So warm and delicous, that Dib couldn't get enough of it. He wrapped his arms around the source. He knew it was Zim's body that was supplying that warmth, and he wanted more of it. He squeezed Zim's body, pulling it to his body, so there was no space between their bodies. He settled his head on Zim's neck, nuzzling. It almost made Dib laugh when Zim squeeked, letting out a small 'Hmm...'. Apparently, Zim was still asleep. So Dib layed there, hugging Zim. "Goddamnit.."

That delicous scent invaded his nose again. It smelt of vanilla, or ginger.. It was so sweet, natural. Yet so weird. It had no real scent to it, he couldn't name it. It was taking over five hundred different scents and mixing them all into one. Dib wasn't sure what it was, but he loved it. He snuzzled more into Zim's neck, shoving his nose into lime skin. Now breathing through his nose, he took in the scent. When he inhaled it, he could feel his muscles relax, and his mind calm, and his stomach fill with delight. If his skin smelled that good, does it taste even better? He didn't remember it tasting that way when he was sucking on him on the lab table. Maybe it was because he was only doing it to keep Zim calm, and give himself dominance. But now, would he be able to taste it for what it was really like? The question debated, leaving himself finding his mouth slowely opening, trying to take in the skin. He tongue slowely coming out toward the surface.

The scent quickly flew into his mouth. The taste was almost orgasmic. So sweet, so good, so delicous.. Dib was so tempted to just grab the Irken and suck and lick his whole body. He began to squeeze the other more tightly, god how badly he wanted to claim the body. Make it his.

Zim began to groan from being squeezed to hard. He began to squirm, trying to get out of the lock hold he was in. His antennaes began to twitch, eyes fluttering. When he found Dib's hold wasn't letting away, he began to whine like a little puppy, and began to squirm more.

Dib didn't want to let go, and wasn't planning to. In fact, the whining and fighing made Dib want to hold him to his body even more. So he just layed still, holding the other with a smile.

After minutes of battling for freedom, Zim finally calmed, stopping all movement in his muscles. When Dib felt Zim's lack of movement, he chuckled and grabbed Zim's shoulders, slowely rubbing them. "Yeah, that's a good boy.." He whispered. Rubbing went to kneading. "Submit to me.." Hands traveled down to hips, playing. "I have you now, and I tend on keeping you in my grasp." Hands continued South. "You're too.. valueable to be let away." His hands started to rub Zim's thighs and stayed there. Zim only let out a groan, his body not liking the attention it was recieving.

For tens of minutes, Zim layed there, groaning and whining as Dib slowely rubbed and grasped his thighs. Dib was loving every second of it. He had to stop several times to resist an erection, but other than that, life seemed good today. So he continued to rub, and relax. As his eyelids slowely fluttered down, he found it harder to stay awake. It seemed perfect to sleep now, with Zim in his holding. He battled his own eyes, only to loose a minute later, and fall into a relaxed slumber once again with Zim still trapped in his arms.

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Dib smiled at the Irken. "Mmmm relax. I'm not going to-"

"I know what your planning on doing to me, don't play innocent!" Zim was pinned to the wall, hands cuffed over his head. He looked terrible. His clothed were ripped, bruises and cuts along with bite marks were formed over his neck and face. His eyes filled with hate and anger, yet misery. "After all that you've done to me, there's no way in HELL i'm going to believe anything you say." His teeth clenched. "Go ahead and do it. Lets see how this little game ends."

Dib laughed. "Oh, so you want to get fucked? 'Cause that's what was going through my thoughts. Just so you know.." He grabs both the Irk's hands with one of his own, with his other free hand groping Zim's body. He began to chuckle, drinking in the sight. Just seeing and touching Zim's body made him wonder what Zim felt like in the inside. "I'm so curious zim.."

Zim turned his head away. "Don't.." He tried to pull his hands free. "Just let me go Dib."

"No, I don't think I will." His hands played with the rims of Zim's pants. "I'll let you go after I'm done."

"LET ME GO YOU FUCKING-" Dib's hand clasped over Zim's mouth. Zim began to scream and whine under the hand, turning his head left and right.

"Don't try to piss me off! I was going to be novel and be gentle, but now," he unzipped his own pants, and removed them along with his boxers. "-I don't think I will. I think for every scream and deband you beg me for, I deserve a nice hard fuck. How does that sound?" He slowly began to pull down Zim's pants, showing his hip bone. As his pants went lower and lower, Zim's screaming and whining became more frequent, and louder.When the pants completely fell, Zim thrashed and screamed as loud as he could. "Hahah that's it.. Scream for me.. I'll fuck you so hard Zim.. I just hope I won't break my cock in half while i'm-"

Zim turned his head violently to the side, his mouth gaining freedom from Dib's mouth. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" Zim bite Dib's fingers, causing Dib to gasp and take his hand away by instinct. As Dib pulled his hand away, Zim pulled back and brought back his legs, getting ready to kick Dib hard in the groin. Which is exactly what he did.

As Zim's foot came in contact with his groin, Dib yelled and balled up in pain, trying to ignore the pain. "Hahaha.." He laughed. He couldn't move, the sudden pain paralyzed him. He watched as Zim collected his pants and pulled them up in a hurry. His eyes were wide with fright and hurry. Dib had no reason to quickly try to grab him, Zim had no where to go. That meant that by the end of the night, Zim was going to experience was Dib had wanted to do to him for years, back to when they were first children.

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Zim's eyes slowely peered open. He was confused to what he was staring at, only to find out he was staring at the couch coushion. He sighed and sat up, stretching his arms and legs, angeling his back in an almost 90-degree angel. With a small crack in his back, he moaned. He sat back to normal, and stared at nothingness for several minutes with no real thought coming to mind. God we was tired. With events of last night flooding into his brain, he looked left and right for Dib. Something moved on his leg that made him jump. When he looked down at the moving hand on his thigh, he found Dib lying there, sleeping next to him. 'Jesus, you're still asleep?' Zim looked at the clock.

1:13 p.m. Holy shit. Zim wondered if he should go back to sleep. He sure was tired enough, and he deserved it. Dib looked so relaxed and amused in his sleep right now, Zim just felt jealous. He stared at Dib, and observed his facial expressions. They changed rapidly. From sadistic, to calm, to wrapped in pain, then back to evil. Odd.

Zim tried to climb over Dib, but took his dear sweet time. If he woke Dib up, there would probobly be a long fight, and some bones may become broken. So slowely, his left leg arched over Dib's body. When his leg was almost completely over Dib, a loud laugh came from Dib. Zim yelped and jumped from the sudden noise. With that jump, Zim landed on the floor, hitting his head on the floor. "OW! God fucking DAMNIT!" He curled his head into his chest and tried to rub where the pain was on his head. As the pain slowely began to fade, Zim began to realise something.

Dib was sound asleep, and heere he was; Free to do anything as he pleased. As the thought began to branch off to other ideas, Zim got up and ran down towards the underground lab, leaving Dib groaning on the couch.

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Dib laughed loudly as he found Zim struggling with the window. "They won't let you out. That collar on you wasn't built for nothing." Zim growled and tried to break with the window with his fist. A small crack formed. As Zim's face twisted into delightfulness and joy, the crack slowely dissapeared. Zim gasped. "Oh yeah, and that won't work either." He grabbed Zim's shoulders and smashed him against the wall, making Zim let out a pained whine. With one eye closed, Zim looked at Dib and growled. "Don't be so mad Zim. I'm sure in about ten minutes, you'll be swimming in pleasure, and perhaps you'll learn why being my 'pet' is a good thing."

"Swimming in pleasure, eh?" Zim said with a cocky tone. "Pleasure as in happiness? What are you going to do huh? Let me go back to space? That'll be pleasureable!"

Dib only smiled as grabbed Zim and tried to pick him up. "Hmm maybe." Zim was extremely light, but that didn't garantee getting Zim over his shoulders. The Irken liked to fight, and that's what he did. Zim kept his footing and tried to pull away from Dib's arms. When he found that Dib's grip loosened, he tried to run. But each attempt failed as Dib regained his grip and had hold on him again. "Aaaah Zim, you're so cute.." He turned Zim around and placed his arms behind him in an uncomfterable position. "If you won't let me take you downstairs, then I might as well do it up here."

Zim's eyes stayed closed. He refused to look at Dib, he refused to look at the walls around him. He refused to see the events as he failed to a human. "Damnit damnit damnit damnit.." He hissed through his teeth.

Dib poked Zim's mouth. "My fingers. Do you plan on repaying me for what you did to them?" No response. "Your teeth are extremely sharp, Zim. Biting someone and not saying sorry and repaying the favor is rude." He grabbed Zim's cheeks and forced his face to look up at him. "Open your mouth."

The Irk didn't co-operate. He continued to rebel to the human, and wasn't planning on letting up at all. When Dib's finger pressed more against his mouth line, he pressed his lips together tightly, whining as he refused to open. He pressed them so tight, that all the blood had left that are and left his lines into a white, tight line.

Dib waited with a smile. He knew full well Zim didn't have a nose to breathe through.

His lungs began to ache. Zim didn't know how much longer he could hold it. He needed fresh air. Maybe if he quickly inhaled, he could get the air he needed. He quickly opened his mouth and inhaled air. With his plans failing, fingers were shoved into his mouth, making Zim's eyes open wide with shock and groaned become trapped in his throat.

Dib laughed. As his fingers became sweaty from the warm air in Zim's mouth, they began to feel around. The top of his mouth to the bottom, and feeling the sharpness of Irken teeth. "Step two. Suck. Hard."

Zim couldn't react. His muscles to frozen, fear sinking into his very mind and sight.
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Tools flew left and right. Zim's panting and cursing only made him more angry. The watch was almost finished. Soon he can escape from Dib and continue his mission. But it would take a few more hours to finish. And he knew Dib would be awake by then. Humans like to sleep, but that doesn't mean Dib would remain asleep for much longer. It was hard to pick up and place tools down with any noise. He couldn't risk it. Every free second Zim had was priceless. He couldn't risk subtracting any of it from waking Dib up from clumsyness.

Dib's laughter and moaning became load. Zim couldn't hear, but Dib was mumbling something. He talked in his sleep? That's interesting. But it wasn't good news. That mumbling was distracting Zim from his work. Zim's eyes twitched as his mumbling grew loader and more clear. He began to work on the watch faster and faster. Just when he thought he had free time to fix the watch, Dib had to ruin it when he wasn't even awake!

"Why can't I get a fucking break..?"

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Tears began to stream down Zim's face. He couldn't move, or spit out Dib's fingers. Life seemed so still. Dib was looking down at him with a horny smile, and Zim just stared at the cieling as his saliva and tongue worked on Dib's fingers. The fingers began to wiggle for a few seconds, then were pulled out of his mouth. Dib laughed silently. "Yeah, did you enjoy that?"

Zim hissed through his teeth. "Fuck you.." He gasped as Dib began to pull down his pants.

"What a wonderful idea- Fuck me." Dib said, playing. His pants completely slid down along with his other under-garments. His stared down at Zim's terrified face, watching how Zim began to gasp for breath, his eyes extremely wide and fearful. He also noted how Zim was ever so slowely crawling away from him. "Hm, no? Alrighty then." He got on his hands and knees, crawling after the alien, lips seperated with a grin of those of predators. He grabbed Zim's ankle, and dragged the smaller under his own frame. Trapped.

In one swift movement, Dib grabbed hold of the pants, and pulled them completely off Zim's body. The Irk gasped as cold air got hold of his lower body. He pressed his legs together, trying to covor himself up. "Dib... What.. a-are you going to.." Human hands traveled his sides, and stopped at hips to slowely play. Dib cooed as he grabbed Zim's hips and began to swing them. "D-Dib, don't.." He was slowely losing his voice, losing it to groans, gasps.

"Oh, what was that?" Dib grabbed Zim's legs, rubbing them. "Was that a demand?" His rubbing became harder, his self control running thin. "I guess you DO want it nice and hard. I never thought you were that kind, I thought you liked it slow and gentle. But oh well." He positioned himself in front of Zim. "I'm the kind of guy who likes to go hard." And with that, he opened Zim's legs.

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Dib gasped as his eyes flew open. He was covored with a fine coat of sweat, and his panting confused him. What the hell just happened? He cupped his face in his hands, thrashing his head left and right. As he recalled, he couldn't remember dreams very well, even if he had just woken up from it. He squeezed his eyes shut with great force, rearranging his memories and thoughts to what his OWN brain had put together, images hazy. They soon started to un-blur.

He recalled Zim being there.. Laying on the couch, watching T.V perhaps? Zim HAS become awfully lazy. (Like me. >_>) But that couldn't be all of it, Zim was the kind to become amused at something for a given amount of time, then throw it away like rotten leftovers from a past meal.

Goddamnit, he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember ANY of his dreams he had ever had.. besides nightmares, of fucking course. He quickly found some stationery and a pen, and began to quickly jot down notes and key points. "Was the afternoon.
Zim was present."

........

They were fighting? He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to block out reality around him, trying to pull in the fantasy of his dream. Frame by frame, damnit.
A sudden flash of smashing Zim against the wall, oh god.. What the hell was he thinking..?
Dib quickly wrote without even looking at the surface of the paper, as his mind drilled deeper into his fading memory, his hands became more shakey, and un-stable. Then what seemed like the most difficult obstacle, he break the glass wall. And the plot of the dream poured into him.

He nearly broke his pencil in half.

-II-

Zim drew back, deep breathes entering and quickly exiting through the way they had originally came in through. He relaxed, resting his head into his palms, and let his mind go blank. He felt so stressed, if the watch worked, then life would go on and everything would be easy sailing from there. And if the watch didn't work;

He'd need to find a gun to shoot himself with.

With one, final inhale, Zim scooped up the watch into his hands and stared at the mechanical device. All parts were in place, blueprints were simple to follow. Everything should be perfect now.

He slapped the watch onto his wrist. His stomach began to become hollow, forming a hole of un-easyness, he was so scared, he closed his eyes. Then he thought to himself: 'This is so silly! Relying on your life, mission, and future in this silly watch.' He pushed that thought away.
'Shut the fuck up. Since you don't use, nor need your PAK, the watch is taking its place. Quit being whiny.'

He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of the watch, that held his life and everything he had left inside it. He fastened the watch tightly to his wrist. A deep breathe. His finger hovored over the 'Activate' button, why couldn't he just press it? Like earlier, his body and limbs along with fingers went at war. Zim growled. Fuck it.

He applied pressure to the button, his eyes fixed straight and sternly on the watch.

Blue light appeared, and flashed onto Zim's face, turning Zim's eyes into an unique hue of purple.

-IV-

It better have just been a dream!
A sick, perverted, unreal dream!

Dib would never do such a thing to Zim! Such actions are disgraceful!
His eyes traveled all over the room. Where was Zim? He began to panic.

What if it WASN'T a dream? What if he really DID violate Zim? What if-
He slapped himself. Thoughts that passed through his head only made his forhead burn with stress, and curiousity. Quit being an idiot and go find the damn alien.

But he wasn't sure if he should. If those events had really happened, what would Zim do when you found him? Kill you most likely.

He shrugged the thought. Zim had always wanted to kill you. And he had always wanted to kill Zim... Well.. He wasn't sure if that was completely true.

He ran upstairs, checking every room. He purposly left the room where the violation had happened in his dream be checked last. Yeah.. that's right.. 'Zim had nailed me in the balls, and ran upstairs into the guest room in a panic.'

His hands stayed frozen on the door knob. He wasn't sure if he could do it. What if what he saw wasn't what he wanted? He could imagine: He'd throw open the door, and find a cum-covored, whimpering Zim on the floor, his face shiny with tears. Enough.

Dib opened the door slowely, then quickly threw the door open with great force, allowing the doorknob to fly backward and smash against the wall. His amber eyes overlooked every inch of the room. No Zim, and no evidence that any act of rape had occured. Maybe it could have just been a horrible dream. He inhaled breathes of relief.

After all, everyone has at least one sex dream in their life times, right? He was just overeacting.

Laughing at himself, he slowely trotted down the stairs. Such silly reactions to something so natural. Dib's eyebrows furrowed.

Shit. Wait.
Where's Zim?

His trotting began fast paces and he looked down at his hurrying feet as they traveled down the steps. He couldn't possibly have gotten away? OR Dib could just be overeacting again, Zim was probobly in the lab again..
What the hell? Even if Zim 'seemed' innocent, he never was. There was a reason for being down in the lab. He scurried to the lab down, and hurried down the steps, only to be in gulfed with darkness. Could Zim possibly work in such darkness? Was this a trick? He flickered on the lights.

No one. Empty. Zim wasn't here.

"SHIT!" Dib slammed the door behind him with pure rage as he rushed out of the lab. "Where'd that alien fucker go?!"

A loud smash. "Damnit.." That sounded like it came from the kitchen, and by instinct, Dib rushed there.

Peices of glass scattered everywhere. Those were probobly the expensive, formal cups Dib bought. He stared down at the shards of glass, awed. All his attention could glue on was to his precious broken cups. His eyes roamed north, immediantly catching the sight of baggy pants, and bounty hunter boots. He instantly flashed his eyes up, seeing the old 'Nathan.' Red hair, green eyes, his apperance from last time was the same, except for the clothing.
Wasn't his disguise controlled by a watch he had destroyed?

Yes, it was. "Zim, what the hell are you-!" He felt something pressed against his forhead. A gun.

"I suggest you turn around and forget I ever came back to Earth, or be useful and drive me back to your father's lab, hyu-man. "

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Yep, there ya go. After leaving this 3/4 finished, I completed it. :P Sorry it took SOOO long. aven't found the insperation (spelling ftl) to do so.

About the Roman Numerals- I've been reading Agatha Christie.