Megami Joushou

Her soft hands caressed his face lovingly. He looked up to her, feeling her smile fill him with a warmth he'd never experienced before.

In a quiet, singsong voice, Megami spoke Irken. He couldn't quite make out the words...

All grew dark and quiet, and suddenly all he could see were his father's eyes.

"She'll never speak Irken to you," he sneered.

Vermeil's eyes snapped open and he gasped. Panic momentarily set in as he tried to determine what his surroundings were. As he was rarely unalert, much less unconscious, the feeling of awakening was always disturbing to him. Metallic ceiling... Dim red lights...

His ship. Yes, he was on his ship. He was safe.

Feeling a little stiff, he sat up. The events that transpired leading up to his little nap came swooping in. He had done some stupid things... His Pak told him that he had been under for about twelve hours. He wondered what Megami had been up to for all that time...

"No..." he murmered to himself. 'Best to keep your distance.' If he was careful, he could probably lead her to believe all he had done was drug-induced...

However, fate coaxed him away from those thoughts when he heard Megami's voice, muffled by many walls. She was yelling! The noise had probably awakened him. With difficulty, he got to his feet and half ran, half limped toward the source of the sound. What if their assailants had pursued them into space? Broken into the ship? Could they really be dumb enough to try attacking again, having witnessed Megami's power?

He rounded the last corner and found Meg standing in an empty room before a chair.

"RRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" she bellowed, straining herself as the wind filtered from her chest. Leaning forward, she pushed onto the tips of her toes and balled her hands into fists as she finished.

She glared at the chair, panting a little. "Damn!"

"...what are you doing??"

Turning in surprise, she cried, "Vermeil?!"

"I thought you were being assaulted, Megami," he said in exasperation, rubbing his brow.

She ran up to him, happiness overwhelming her features. "How are you feeling?!"

Touching his bandaging, Verm replied, "Okay..."

"I'm so glad!" she sniffled, hugging him gingerly. Megami was a hugger, but she had never done so with such little hesitation. She was already taking liberties...

Vermeil grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. "Now look, Megami..."

Putting her hands behind her back, she nodded somberly. "I know... 'Let's pretend nothing happened yesterday,' right?" She bit her lip. "I figured you'd adopt that attitude."

Verm relaxed. That wasn't nearly as hard as he expected it to be. Time to change the subject. "What... were you doing?" he asked again, gesturing toward the chair.

"Trying to knock it over!" Meg answered, brightening a little. "I wanted to see if I could do like I did to that meanie that shot you..."

The Prince's antennae fell flat. It was probably advantageous to his cause for her to be ignorant about what had caused the man to go down... But he should also be concerned about her accidentally using those powers against HIM. He figured the former option would be best, and he could just pack away Amber in case of emergency... "That... ability... could possibly be someting inherited from a parent." He shook his head. "It would probably be in everyone's best interests if you tried not to use it until you come to understand it a little better."

Megami was shocked. "You don't think I would hurt anybody, do you?"

"Anything's possible."

With the mention of being hurt, her mind quickly switched gears. She crept up to him again and began tugging on his dressings. "How are you healing? I should give it a look-see."

Though slightly annoyed by her continued insistence on invading his personal space, Vermeil admitted to himself that he enjoyed the attention. And her touch. After the bandages were removed she ran her fingertips over his skin, sending a chill up his spine.

Only shiny scar tissue remained where his wound was. Even it could only be seen from up close. "Wow... You recovered so quickly!" she cried.

Just then, GIR toddled into the room, holding Vermeil's shirt.

"I mendeded it for YOOOUU!" the robot cooed as he shoved the article into Verm's hands.

Turning it over a few times, the Irken nodded in approval. "Not bad," he surmised. "I can barely tell where the hole was. Though I could have done the job myself with the matter generator..." Putting his arms first through the sleeves, he began to pull it on.

"See? He's useful every now and then. He likes doing domestic work like that..." Megami's voice trailed off as Vermeil slid his head into the neck of his shirt. Though the bottom was still the same size, GIR had somehow managed to tighten the opening of the top by a good four inches. With his arms halfway extended into the shirt and his head swathed in fabric, he found himself trapped in the garment.

"...fuck," Vermeil breathed, standing still and feeling foolish.

Trying not to giggle, Megami whispered, "Le me help you..." As she reached up to grab the top of the shirt, GIR laughed insanely and ran from the room.

"I swear -- nngh -- One of these days, Megami -- FFF! -- 'M gonna.... That robot..." He squirmed as her body pressed aginst his. Given that he was a bit taller than her, she had to stand on tiptoe to pull it off. "Let go -- I'll just cut it off with my Pak."

Holding his shoulders with one set of hands and yanking with the other, she chirped, "Almost off -- Don't! You'll ruin your shirt."

"He already ruined it!"

And off it came. As the shirt flew from Megami's hands, they found themselves face-to-face. Vermeil's skin was flushed and he was panting a little...

"You're so hot," Megami breathed, a small smile on her face as she backed away. Before he could respond, a sharp pain shot through his side and he grimaced, grabbing it. "Oh!" Meg cried. "All that wrestling with the shirt must have--"

"I'm going to go lay back down," Vermeil said calmly, in a tone that meant "I want to be alone."

Megami watched forlornly as he left. Shortly, Vermeil was in his own quarters. Shutting the door tight, he order the computer to produce a comfy futon and splayed out on top of it, face first. Itching hands... itching to touch her. Megami. He wanted to violate her. He wanted to taste every inch of her body. He wanted to explore her insides with his tongue. Wanted to hear her moan again...

Emotions were stupid and weak. But no amount of effort could keep him from feeling them. He could... delete them. Delete everything from his Pak, his brain as well, and start over. But... he didn't want to. All he wanted was HER. Nothing, not even his mission, could stop him now. All these years he had watched her from afar, sympathizing with her, wanting her to know the truth. To realize that they were fooling her, using her. Abusing her! All that time, however, he knew better. He kept far away... Until he was forced to make contact with her. For the good of the Irken race! Revenge must be sought.

But he had failed because of her. Zim was still alive and probably laughing at him right now...

And what good was he? He was no better than the humans. He was using her too. And when she discovered what he was doing...

A strangled cry rose up in his throat before he even knew to stop it. Grief, because he knew that in the end he was going to be left with nothing. He had fucked up his mission because of her. And she would leave him because of his mission. Or... he would be forced to kill her.

He would rather be killed instead. Why didn't he just off himself and finally get some rest? No... Because there was still that small, irrational part of him that thought he could convince her of the truth. Make her see what he saw... And then they could be together. Irkens or humans be damned. Yeah. Right! Lips curling into an ironic smile, he considered possibly teaching her the truth about her powers. Then she could kill him... Before he did any more damage...

But he knew she would never do it. "Stupid bitch," he whispered before succumbing to sleep again.

*****

Megami's voice brought him back to consciousness yet again. A seemingly short distance away, he could hear her singing.

If he was careful, some days he could catch her doing it. For some reason she had never sung for him... She only did it when she was alone; usually when he had left her to do something that would take him awhile, like maintenance to the ship. She probably feared he would find it silly. To him, it was actually quite comforting... Tenn, on occasion, had hummed for him when he was young. As an Irken child, having a mother-figure was a luxury he didn't take for granted. Though she had only done such a thing, he was sure, to make him quiet on long trips. He was always so restless... They were always traveling. Running, really.

Megami had asked him if he had ever settled down. Chuckling to himself, he considered the fact that he was probably incapable of such a thing.

The singing stopped. Moments later, he heard her shuffling outside of his door. His eyes were still closed; he lay still as the door slid open and she quietly stepped inside his room. He was curious as to what she was up to... She stood still for a moment, most likely trying to discern whether he was asleep. After a few minutes, she crept up to his futon and knelt before it. Yet again he felt her fingertips on the skin above his wound... Then, something soft being rubbed against it. A cool, tingling sensation radiated through his skin. She must have looked up some Irken healing techniques for him. The use of numbing chalk wasn't really necessary at that point; he was almost healed. But he appreciated the gesture. She really cared. It was nice to have someone thinking about him... Even when he wasn't around...

When she was done, he was almost sad to feel her hands leave his body. But to his surprise, she didn't get up right away. Her face came up close to his... Her hair brushed against one antenna. Touching his forehead gently, she whispered, "Poor baby..."

Eyes shooting open, a hand whipped up and grabbed her arm. She gasped and almost fell back. "Jesus!" she cried as Vermeil smiled. "You scared the shit outta me!"

"Poor baby," Vermeil replied, though not mockingly. Rolling on his side, he pulled on her arm until the upper half of her body was sprawled across the mattress, face laying next to his.

Prying herself out of his grip, she lifted herself up a bit. "You're so weird," she murmered, looking vexed.

Threading fingers through the hair at the side of her head, he answered, "You're so gorgeous. Nymph."

Even more upset, she pulled her head away. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

Sitting back, she said, "Toying with me." Megami folded her arms. "Don't just be all sweet and cuddly when it's convenient for you. It's not fair to me." Her eyes shone. "It hurts."

Vermeil was quiet for a moment. After contemplating, he said quietly, "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He sighed. "To be honest... It hurts me too."

Sorrow shining in her eyes, she carefully climbed atop the bed and sat. Looking down at him, she asked, "Why?"

"I..."

Just be honest for once. You owe her that much. She's always honest with you.

"I... want... you." Rubbing his eyes with his palms, he continued, "I... dammit... I love you. I do. But... it's not a good idea, Megami. In the end we'll both regret it. Being together. Showing love to eachother."

Meg shook her head. "I wish I could understand you. But... I don't see it, Vermeil. I don't understand how... how being affectionate... How loving you could ever be a bad thing." Wrapping her arms around herself, she murmered, "Is it because you're Irken? Why can't Irkens love?"

"We're smart," Vermeil laughed, taking his hands from his eyes. "Love only leads to weakness, and then downfall..."

"Not always!"

He felt so powerless. No matter what he said or what he did... She wouldn't give up. And he could do nothing with her... Being in her company seemed to be his only option until his mission was complete. And the worst part was that even if there were another option, he didn't want to take it. He wanted to be with her. So badly. Too badly.

Every emotion he was feeling showed clearly in his face. Though Megami was pretty adept at reading him by now. Obviously, he was unsure. Leaning down, she whispered, "Try it. Just... Try it."

Fuck it. Fuck everything.

He grabbed her, almost fiercely, and pulled her the rest of the way down. In moments they were totally lost in one another. Vermeil's tongue was deep in her mouth. Megami's hands were grabbing him, rubbing his sides, his back, his shoulders, his arms. Clinging to him. But she soon pulled back, her lips leaving his, travelling around the side of his face, to his neck. Sucking, nibbling, biting... His collarbone, his chest. Trying hard to control his breathing, he ran his fingers through her hair. Dread rose up in his chest. He fought it. Her hands caressed his skin, traveling down, down until they were between his legs. He was already incredibly aroused. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled mischievously. "Irkens have penises," she stated.

"They come in handy," Vermeil replied, smiling. Leaning upward, his lips met hers again. His hands did their own exploring. When they met with her breasts, he looked down. "We don't have these, though."

Blushing, Megami answered, "They're... boobs!" Feeling absurd, she laughed. "Mammals use them to, uh, feed their young."

Quirking his antennae, Vermeil said, "'Mammals?' 'Feed their young?'"

"Mammals are... these creatures on Earth that carry their young inside their bodies until the young are ready to be born. Then, when they're still babies, the mothers produce a milk that comes from their breasts... To feed the babies with." Grinning in a goofy manner, she put her hands over Verm's and made him squeeze them. "And... they feel good, too. Like when I squeeze here." She grabbed his dick again. Beyond breathing out a long breath, he didn't react. Vermeil's thought processes were quickly becoming murky as desire was overcoming him. Giggling at his general lack of faculty, she tugged off her shirt and bra. "Touch them. Kiss them."

So he did. Following her instruction, he cupped them in his hands, feeling how soft and warm they were. With fascination, he noticed how the dark pink tips of them began to pucker and protrude.

"Nipples," she whispered. "Suck on them. It feels really good..."

Vermeil was suspicious. "You suck on them... Like you'd suck on someone's tool. Sounds... pretty gay to me."

"I'm a girl!" she laughed, "It's nothing like sucking dick, I promise." Pressing his head into her chest, she growled, "Human guys love boobs."

Reveling in the feel of her skin against his, he uttered, "Like I care what human guys like..." But he obeyed anyway. All he wanted was to taste her. Pulling a nipple into his mouth, he drew gently on it, amused at the texture and the way it reacted to his touch.

"Mmmm... Ah... Yes... More," she moaned, pressing into him. "Lick them... Roll your tongue around them. Yeah... Like that... God, yes..." Suddenly, she pushed Vermeil back a bit. "Hey! If mammals have breasts... That means... I could be a mammal, right? From Earth, maybe? Half Irken, half.... Human?!"

"I'm sure when you meet your parents, they'll tell you," Vermeil answered. He didn't want to think about that right now. "Half... human. Ugh." Kissing her again, he lay back and took her with him. For good measure, he squeezed her breasts again. Megami gasped and grabbed the back of his head, dipping forward. In that instant, their antennae tangled together. Suddenly, she felt as if her heart were about to explode... Ghosts of emotions, regrets, wants, dreams...

After the initial confusion, she realized... These things in her head belonged to Vermeil. When her feelers touched his, it was as if their hearts were connected. Did that mean... He was aware of her feelings as well?

Sensing her unease, Vermeil whispered, "Only special people... get to connect. In our culture... The Irken culture... Not just anyone can... touch your antennae." Looking deep into her eyes, he finished, "Only one other person has done this with me." They joined together again. Megami felt as if she would cry... All of the horrible things he was giving her... So much fear was coming from him. Why? What was he so afraid of?

"I'll make you forget." She brought a knee upward, pressing softly against Verm's crotch. Her hands were at Vermeil's pants again, unfastening the buttons as she unwound her tongue from his. "MmmHmmmHmmm...." she chuckled, grinning viciously as the fly was undone. Shoving her hands downward, she nipped at his lips and felt his stiff manhood for the first time.

As she pushed his pants down to the middle of his thighs, her other two hands pulled his dick away from his body. "Interesting," she observed, grinning. "It's pointy." Vermeil groaned as her soft lips engulfed his tip. "Mmhmm?" she hummed, sucking him in further until she passed the first ring. Making a happy noise, she nicked the bottom of it with her teeth.

"Gggh~!"

After removing it from her mouth, she went back down again, this time taking him in his entirety. Bucking his hips against her mouth, he tried to maintain control as she moved her head back and forth on his member with precision and speed. Time was not on his side, however. "Megami... I'm almost..."

She stopped to look up at him and he grabbed himself, slamming the first ring down atop the second. Back arching, he grunted as his cock flared in his hand.

The room was silent as Vermeil recovered, his eyes closed. After a moment of rest, he opened them to find Megami perched over him, grinning.

"That was... very nice," the Prince breathed, smiling back at her. "You are skilled."

Shrugging her little shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce, Megami answered, "Well... I've sucked a few cocks in my time." She blushed. "Okay, just the one. But he was a good teacher."

"David... right?" Vermeil asked as he folded his arms under his head. "Remind me to thank him sometime."

Giggling, she collapsed atop him and hugged tight.

Her happiness was always so contagious.