Goddess Rising

They had been floating in space for almost two weeks. Luckily for the humans involved, GIR had managed to figure out a way to turn burned fuel into oxygen. Though the first couple of days he found it to be pretty amusing to watch them stumble aimlessly about, unable to make it for long in the artificial atmosphere suited to an Irken.
Zim hadn't come out of his chambers the entire time. After going insane with wanting, Dib finally tried to approach the alien himself. He only met with the little SIR unit at the door no matter when he tried.

"Why won't he let me see him?" Dib cried, always hurt.

"He don't feeeel good," GIR would answer simply, and shoo Dib away. No matter what he said or did, GIR would be unwavering in his task of keeping all intruders away. It was strange that the robot was suddenly efficient at his duties.

Gaz grinned, not bothering to make eye-contact. "I had to fix him up a bit." She continued tinkering with the food processor. "He wasn't any good to me as he was."

Sitting at the small table inside the eating quarters, Dib leaned on his hands. "I don't understand... You never told me what happened..."

Finally looking up at her brother, Gaz explained, "Remember those rat-like things that came in with Purple? Well, it turns out that some of them were made from recycled GIR parts." She looked back down at her work and shrugged. "I recognized some of the writing on one and realized it was part of GIR's head..."

"You rebuilt GIR in that short a time??" Dib cried incredulously. He couldn't have been stuck with Purple for more than an hour.

Gaz shrugged. "SOMEbody had to inherit dad's brilliance."

The mention of Professor Membrane caused them both to fall silent. Dib almost wanted to ask Gaz's opinion on where he might have run off to... But he didn't dare. Nothing had changed between them since they left Earth; Gaz still couldn't stand the sound of his voice and he couldn't stand her taciturn nature.

He got to his feet and strolled out of the small room, taking a walk around the ship for what seemed like the thousandth time. He had so much to think about and such a small amount of information to go off of... He tried to think positively and be glad that he was alive, but heading for a planet he knew nothing about, with shipmates that seemed like strangers... At times he almost wished he were dead.

Rounding the corner to Zim's quarters, Dib considered, like he did every day, if he would try to get inside today. Knowing that he was dealing with a new and improved GIR did not help him come up with a different plan of action. Stymied, he stopped across from the door and sat down on the floor in resignation. He stripped off his precious trenchcoat and folded it neatly, laying it on the warm floor. Sighing, he lay down with his head on the coat and stared at the door for a while.

"Maybe I'll just wait you out. I'll just sit here until I starve to death."

If he was expecting some sort of reaction, he didn't get one. Unwillingly, tears welled up in his eyes. Why wouldn't Zim see him? Didn't he miss Dib as much as Dib missed him? Or did he regret ever letting Dib into his life...?

That first day, after Zim had passed out, Dib had tenderly taken him into his arms and laid him to rest in the Master's Chambers... As the ship's computer began to tend to Zim's wounds, he had awakened.

"Please... Leave me."

Dib gritted his teeth. To be so weak, to have Dib carry him like that... It must have hurt Zim's pride more than anything. That humiliation was worse than any physical punishment.

Something nudged his arm, and Dib realized that he had fallen asleep.

"...not dead, are you?"

That voice! Dib opened his eyes and found them fixed on a pair of familiar boots. The owner of those boots kneeled down and peered into Dib's face, almost uncomfortably close.

"What are you doing lying out here like this?" Zim asked him, pushing some stray hair out of his eyes to see them more clearly. "Human?"

Suddenly, Dib felt rather stupid. "I... I wanted..." He blushed. "I wanted to see you."

"Well, here I am," Zim replied matter-of-factly, standing back up. He stepped back and crooked a slender finger. "Get up."

More surprised than anything, Dib did so, leaving his trenchcoat in the floor. Without question, he followed Zim into his quarters and watched quizzically as the alien slid the door shut and locked it tight. He then turned and removed his gloves, throwing them wordlessly on the floor.

Dib looked around. Zim's quarters were fairly large, much larger than his or Gaz's. He had rearranged things a bit since Dib had first taken him there. There was a big, fluffy mat on the floor near the far corner of the room. Nearby was something very similar to Zim's old captain's chair, floating at the ready in front of a blank screen. There were computers placed here and there at odd angles. On the far wall was a counter that contained another food processor; next to it was a large amount of bandages and other medical paraphernalia.

"Looks like... You're feeling better," Dib remarked uneasily.

Nodding, Zim said, "I'm fully healed, finally... It was tough, after not being able to move for a week." He walked towards Dib with some hidden purpose, and Dib backed uncomfortably away.

"...Stiff, huh?" Dib choked, trying hard to laugh at the strangeness of the situation.

Zim grinned viciously. "Very." He continued his advance until Dib was backed into the wall. Licking his lips, he grabbed the boy by his shoulders and pushed him firmly back. He then trailed his unclad hands down Dib's arms, squeezing the muscles firmly, then traveled to the hem of his shirt. "It was hard... To get around for a while." Without explanation, he ran his hands underneath Dib's shirt and rubbed his chest, scratching it lightly with his long claws. "Aaaah..." he hissed, savoring the feeling.

"I would have helped you," Dib started resolutely. He tried to ignore Zim's amorous attentions, especially since he was so confused by them. "If you had only let me--"

"NO!" Zim interrupted curtly, pushing Dib back again. "I don't need your help with anything." Digging his claws into Dib's chest almost painfully, he continued, "I can take care of myself. I've done it all this time, long before you came along."

Swallowing hard, Dib replied, "Of... Of course. I just wanted to help you..." Zim's glare was poisonous. "Because ... We're out here all alone and... I don't know... Anything about outer space."

Zim's expression immediately softened. He was so dense... He'd really believe anything if you told him in the right way.

"Don't worry, Dib," Zim said quietly. "You're under my care. I'll show you all there is to know." Caressing him where he had just been clawing, Zim leaned forward and nuzzled Dib's neck, pulling his head down so that he was no taller than Zim. "You're mine," he hissed in Dib's ear. "From now on, you will always be at my side."

Wrapping his arms around Zim, Dib leaned in. "Do you promise...?" he whispered, some aching emotion on the edge of his voice. He ran his hands along Zim's side, reveling in finally being able to touch Zim again. He traveled to Zim's back and began to rub it softly, but Zim suddenly pulled away in horror.

He wasn't wearing his Pak... His back probably wasn't entirely healed yet. Feeling horrible for getting carried away, Dib reached out to his mate. "Zim--"

"You have to do as I say," Zim barked, pointing a shaking finger. "Take off your clothes." Dib opened his mouth to ask why, but Zim hissed, "DO IT!" and Dib decided to comply.

He slowly removed his shirt, feeling uncomfortable under Zim's penetrating gaze. Was it an appreciative glint in his eyes? Zim had never been so forward about sex before. What had suddenly changed? As Dib unzipped his pants, he realized that this was all just a game... Zim was asserting his superiority by forcing Dib to do his bidding. There was no reason why Zim had waited so long to come out of hiding... No way would he let Dib force his way into the chambers. Zim simply waited until Dib was desperate; lying outside the door like a dog.

If this will show Zim that I'm willing to follow him, I can handle it. If I just blow up his ego a little things will return to normal.

Dropping his underwear on the floor, Dib said quietly, "What shall I do next? ...Master?"

Zim didn't say a word as he walked up to Dib and pushed him backward towards the mat. He sank down onto it and allowed Zim to push him on his back. The mat was incredibly soft; Dib automatically felt at ease, as if he could immediately drift off to sleep. Putting his hands on either side of Dib's arms, Zim hovered above with a smile on his face. "Does it feel good?" he asked, some neediness in his voice.

"Very..." Dib answered softly, already feeling arousal from Zim's body being so close to his.

Nodding, Zim bragged, "See, I know what I'm doing. I did research into all kinds of human comfort methods. Like beds." He squirmed a bit. "I'm going to make one for you and one for the girl."

Can't I just use this one with you? "Thank you... For being so generous." Dib smiled warmly.

"If you want to run a tight ship you have to take care of your crew," Zim stated in a manner that seemed silly for the compromising position they were in.

Laughing slightly, Dib replied, "So we're your crew, huh?"

He didn't expect it, but Zim was offended. "You humans are an endangered species now. I have to protect you from extinction, don't I?"

For the first time, Dib realized that if he and Gaz were the only remainders of the human race... To continue the species, he would have to... He shuddered.

"You don't want my protection?" Zim balked, misinterpreting Dib's reaction.

"No!" Dib cried. "I mean, yes! I mean, that's not what I was upset about." He brought his hands up to his face, feeling as if he were about to have a panic attack. "Why? Why did this have to happen?" Stifling a sob, he whispered, "I don't know how much longer I can stand this."

Zim pulled his hands away from his face. "You're not getting cabin fever, are you?" Opening one of Dib's eyes and peering into it, he said, "You still look healthy. I hope you're not going crazy already."

"Already??" Dib choked. "I've been crazy for weeks! And you just--"

A warm hand covered Dib's mouth. "Just lay back and close your eyes. I'll fix it."

Dib glared for a moment, but it was obvious that there was no room for argument. He finally lay his head back on the mat and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of resignation. Zim removed his hand and began to massage Dib's shoulders with the precision of a trained professional. He really had researched this. Relaxing, Dib drifted into a blissful state of semi-consciousness as Zim moved down his arms, then to his chest, and finally his legs. Despite his best efforts, Dib found himself becoming incredibly aroused. He felt Zim's hands leave his body. Did Zim notice his half erection and somehow get offended?

He got his answer when he suddenly felt Zim's presence over him again; the alien brought his head down and began to gently suck on Dib's nipples. Surprised at the unexpected sensation, he took in a sharp breath.

"Sshh," Zim groaned as he began to nibble on his new toys. Scarcely able to do anything more than squirm, Dib moaned with pleasure. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to touch Zim again. It wasn't long before his manhood was standing at attention.

As Zim drew back again, Dib chanced to open his eyes and look. The alien was paying little attention to Dib; it was as if he were lost in his own revelry. There was a placid expression on his face, along with those glassy liquid eyes, that made him look like a different person.

"Zim..."

"Quiet," he whispered again as he bent down and took Dib's dick into his mouth. Unlike before, he was slow and deliberate as he pleasured the human with his tongue.

Dib groaned and arched his back. He felt as if he were being tortured. "Aaah... Aaah..."

After a few delicious minutes, Dib felt Zim sliding two slim fingers inside him. The massaging sensation, along with Zim's mouth, almost brought Dib to the brink. Reaching out and holding either side of the alien's head, he moaned, "Ahh. Zim... Please... Fuck me."

Pulling his fingers away and leaning back, Zim hissed, "I planned on it."

Dib watched through a haze of emotion as Zim carefully removed his boots and pants, laying them neatly to the side. His dick was already fully erect, though the hem of his uniform interfered with its movement.

"Shirt... Take it off too."

Looking ashamed, Zim answered, "I can't..."

Knowing it was because of his injury, Dib reached out with needy hands. "I need you... I need to feel you... Next to me... Please... I'm begging you."

"If you need me to so badly... I will." Stiffly, he removed the top and was now kneeling naked before his lover. Smiling with nothing but love in his expression, Dib lifted up his legs, baring himself to Zim. Loosened and wet from Zim's former attentions, he accepted the large member with little effort.

Burying himself to the hilt inside Dib, Zim leaned forward, their bodies pressed together. Flushed, Dib looked into Zim's eyes and reached out, grabbing his head and kissing him swiftly. "God... Zim... It feels so good. It's been so long...!"

Smiling wickedly, Zim pulled back until he was sitting upright. Pushing Dib's legs as far back as they would go, he began to thrust steadily into him. Dib almost died from pleasure. There was something calculated about how he was doing this; normally Zim just humped him however he felt like until he was done.

"God..." Dib groaned, opening his eyes slightly and looking at Zim. The alien was watching with fascination as he glided in and out. He licked his lips and looked in Dib's eyes.

"Does it feel good?" he asked sincerely. "Better than ever?"

Panting, Dib answered, "Oh yes... Oh, God, yes."

"I want you to feel pleasure like you've given me," Zim said, looking back down at their bodies again. "It's my gift to you. A gift of faith." Dib inhaled swiftly, grabbing handfuls of the soft linen beneath him. This admission increased his desire a thousand-fold. "It's my promise to you that whatever you give me, I will return in kind."

"I will never... I will never stop giving to you," Dib cried, barely able to control his voice. "Zim... I'm about to... Cum... God... Zim..."

Zim reached down and grabbed Dib's dick, taking the flesh directly below the head and pulling it down so that it was gathered at the frenulum. Suddenly, Dib felt his pleasure pulsing, as if rushing against a wall. "Not yet..." Zim whispered, thrusting faster and breathing harder.

Feeling as if he would explode, Dib threw his head back and began to moan. Zim, too, started groaning, until he finally let go of Dib's skin and rubbed his dick quickly and fiercely.

"AAh...! Nngh! Zimmmm..." his orgasm finally began, and he felt his warm semen spilling onto his stomach. Zim came in a slow moan, his manhood expanding almost impossibly large inside of Dib, causing his pleasure to be doubled. Colors burst behind Dib's eyelids as he felt Zim finish stroking and bringing his orgasm to an end.

Dib was so weakened by his release that he barely noticed when Zim finally removed himself and laid Dib's legs gently down upon the mat. Somewhere beyond his conscious, he felt Zim licking the cum off of his sweaty body. He finally came to when he felt Zim collapse on his side next to him. Slowly turning his head to his lover, Dib whispered, "I... love you."

Zim looked calmly at him, not acknowledging this statement.

"You said... whatever I gave you... You would return in kind." Dib brought his hand up and wiped his sweaty brow. "I have given you my love for a long time now."

Blinking, Zim replied, "Have I not done the same for you?"

"Are you saying...." Dib swallowed. "...That you love me?"

Zim grabbed his arm almost fiercely. "I have sworn to guide and protect you, and keep you by my side no matter what."

Why was it so hard for him to just come out and say it? Dib rolled over and wrapped his arms around Zim, burying his head in Zim's shoulder. He balked at this, but didn't resist. Zim was indeed healing, but slowly. Delicately tracing the scars forming on Zim's back, Dib whispered, "I am forever yours. Master."

End Chapter 5