Sorry for such a late update guys ^^; The reason why I neglected this story for so long was because I got an awesome contract as an art director over the summer and I had two other jobs in pool maintenance, but my contract has since ended as well as one of my pool jobs. I also just began college. So…yeah, I'm really busy :3 I made a crap ton of money though. To give you an idea, my art contract alone got me about $4,000, and I have employment with the company again for next summer as well because they liked my work. Next summer I'm getting $4,800 :3

So without further ado, HERE COMES THE LOVE!

Also I want to say thanks to Tigersfury for reminding me that this story does in fact exist :3 I had forgotten about it for a few months ^^;

Zim held Dib's hands, their palms pressed together as he curled his fingers around the human's. He was over the black-haired teenager, straddling his waist as he placed gentle kisses on his soft neck. Dib's throat vibrated when he chuckled, flinching when Zim tickled the side of his neck with his segmented tongue. The expression on the human's face was calm, relaxed, serene—happy, actually.

Zim moved down his neck, planting kisses against his thin, bare chest and belly, going lower and lower to give Dib an idea of where he was heading. The human didn't protest, and instead only opened himself up a little more to the alien.

Zim found that he was beginning to learn how to get the most intense versions of pleasure from that strange body part now that he and Dib were having sex on a somewhat regular basis. The thing he loved most about it was how Dib totally submitted himself to him almost every time, willingly laying down on his back with his legs spread, allowing the alien to do whatever he wanted to him. He didn't mind being dominated, and Zim did in fact feel a sense of power of it. As a show of gratitude, Zim took the appendage into his mouth.

He traced his hands down Dib's pale sides, listening to him moan as his breathing picked up. He could feel the other relaxing underneath him, like he was melting into the bed with every stroke of his tongue. He would start at the base, slowly and methodically working his way up towards the tip until he reached the most sensitive part. He'd make small circles with his tongue, gently caressing his lover as he pleasured him.

He did this for a while, stopping before Dib reached orgasm. He moved so that he was above the human's waist, bending over and kissing him on the lips. Dib wrapped his arms around Zim's chest, holding him close and tightly as the alien rubbed his opening against his shaft slowly. Sure enough, he put it inside of him and involuntarily exhaled, loving the pleasurable pain between his legs. He shifted so that he was a little more comfortable before he started moving back and forth against Dib, rocking his body into the bed beneath them.

"I love you, Zim," Dib breathed out, drunken with lust as he gripped the blankets beneath him. He opened his mouth a little and panted, his hormones raging at the hot friction encompassing his groin. He felt Zim put his hands on his chest and lean forward, pushing his weight into the human as he thrust his hips into him. He was aware of the black claws digging into his chest, threatening to poke through the surface of the skin, but he said nothing.

Scorching breath, thundering hearts, and passionate desire between the legs—that was pretty much what they were both aware of. Minutes upon intense minutes of grinding hips, sweet kisses, and quiet proclamations of affection passed. Zim was aware of Dib when he grabbed onto his forearms instead of the bed, his grip tight like an iron clasp with his good arm. The human tilted his head back against the pillow, his black hair messy and pale cheeks flushed a faint pink as he moaned. Zim kept pushing him into the bed further and further, feeling Dib's muscles tightening beneath him. Dib bit his bottom lip and then curled inwards slightly as his body released the tension into a powerful orgasm, his form shaking violently underneath Zim in the brief moment of utter euphoria.

Half a minute later, Zim arched his back over Dib, leaning down to kiss him on the lips again. He did this passionately as the warmth in his groin spread across his body. He could feel his own climax coming onto him, the characteristics of it being the tightening of his entire figure. He balled his hands into fists and picked up his pace like he needed nothing more than to feel what had been banned on Irk eons ago. Soon enough, he did reach orgasm, and he couldn't help but groan and tremble as the sensation of sex sent him over the edge.

Zim's peak left him and he laid down on Dib, setting the side of his head against his chest. He could feel the other's ribs beneath his skin expanding and contracting with every breath, his skin smooth and soft to the touch. Zim could vaguely hear the faint ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump inside Dib's chest, nestled between his lungs. He was warm—hot, even.

Dib wrapped his arms loosely around Zim's back, his fingers stroking the indent where his spine was. He swallowed and sighed in a contented way, his whole body feeling strangely satisfied. He loved this, holding the alien and listening to him breathe.

He ran his hands over Zim's body, cherishing just about everything that was laying on top of him until the alien decided to push himself up off of him. In doing so, a mess was made as a majority of the semen left him, but neither of them cared that much. They'd wash the sheets later.

Zim laid down on his side next to the human, smirking at him. "How was that, Dib-stink?" he asked.

"Amazing," Dib said, smiling warmly at him. "I love you."

Zim just waved him off playfully. "You humans and your emotions."

Dib smiled, then he put an arm around Zim, gently pushed him onto his back, and set his head down against his chest as he cuddled him. He closed his eyes and felt his alien stroke his black hair, running the sharp claws carefully against his skin. In all those years of depression he had, he never thought that he'd ever be this happy and at ease with his life. It seemed as if the dark phases were finally being pushed aside, other than the fact that he was incredibly irritated with being blind in one eye. He had been struggling with his depth perception, constantly reaching for something but always missing at first because it was difficult to tell just how far away it was.

It was different when he was lying down with Zim with his glasses off, encased in the low light of his bedroom. He could hardly see anything, but he didn't need to. It allowed him to use his other senses to see the world around him, and he found that he preferred touch when with the alien. He loved running his fingers over his skin, feeling out his bone structure and muscles, and he loved listening to the various sounds Zim made. Sometimes he emitted a strange purring noise, other times he would clack something in Irken in the back of his throat, and then there was always the sweet moaning and chuckling that he did when he felt pleasure. It was a sweet thing. It was cherishable.

In the peaceful silence that ensued between them, Dib listened for the strange heartbeat he seldom heard in Zim's chest. It was a rhythmic THUMP…ba-dump bump…THUMP…ba-dump bump…THUMP…ba-dump bump. It intrigued him with how it seemed to beat four times, how one thump was louder and stronger than the rest. It was calming, like the soothing noise of an ocean to a newborn.

"Is Gaz still in the shower?" Zim asked after a while, causing Dib to feel the vibrations his voice created.

"I still hear the water going," Dib said. He kept his eyes closed. "What time is it?"

"Nine-ish."

"Mm…" Dib snuggled up against Zim's side a little more. "I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

"I hate that cesspool of human activity," Zim replied. "Want to skip?"

"Nah…I'll go," Dib said.

"I really don't want to."

"Then stay home. It's not like anything bad's going to happen."

Zim glanced at Dib. "Those bullies only stay away from you because they know I'll disable them from having children if they touch you," he said.

"Yeah, but if they hurt me then I'll just tell you and you'd do it to them another time," Dib said.

"You think those morons are going to think of that in their tiny, diminutive little skulls?"

"Good point…" Dib said. "Well, I'm still gonna go. I think I have a test tomorrow."

"Pft, anyone who thinks that the ability to quote memorized information is an accurate measure of their intelligence is a moron," Zim said. "Not saying that you're a moron. I'm saying other people are."

Dib laughed. "But I still care about my grade, so it's still important." He gently brushed his fingers against Zim's side, looking a little sleepy. "It'll be fine."

"If you say so, human…you're falling asleep already?" he asked.

"It happens to guys after sex," he said. "Certain hormones get released, make you drowsy…things like that."

"Well sleep and stop snoring," Zim replied, holding the human close. "And stop kicking me in your sleep."

"Well stop trying to push me off the bed in your sleep," Dib replied. "I have no idea how someone as small as you can take up the whole space."

"It's a small bed, Dib-human," Zim replied. "It's meant for one person."

"So? It's still big enough for two."

"It's still your fault."

"That it's small?" Dib replied.

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Deal with it," Zim said, then he closed his eyes, preparing his body to shut down for the rest of the night. "Zim desires to sleep now. Goodnight and don't let the flesh-eating bugs bite."

"It's 'goodnight and don't let the bed bugs bite,'" Dib replied.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I will," he said, but instead he only laid where he was.

The alien preferred the natural process of falling asleep rather than forcing himself to go into a state of rest from his PAK. He enjoyed the gentle relaxation of his muscles loosening, and he loved the warmth from the blankets and Dib's body. It wasn't long until he felt like he was floating in the air, suspended, and then he slipped off into the dream world.

Zim sat at the table with a tired expression on his face that basically said 'I want nothing more than to crawl back into the warm covers of the bed and sleep, rather than waste my time in the building infested with children.' And Dib didn't blame him. He hated getting up at six in the morning, and while he would have loved to spend another three hours snuggling with Zim, he did it anyways.

Zim looked bored as he sat at the kitchen table with his head resting on one of his hands. He was wearing a magenta hoodie that fit him perfectly, and his black jeans were torn a bit at the knees. He had one glove off and was gently swirling the tip of his index finger in what appeared to be a cup of coffee. Dib watched him for a second and tried to figure out why he was doing that, but then he realized that he was tasting it.

The alien looked up at him with the azure eyes of his fake contacts and said, "This morning drink is revolting."

"Then why'd you brew it?" Dib asked.

"To complain of its revoltingness."

Dib rolled his eyes and took out a bowl of cereal. "No seriously, why'd you brew it?"

"I thought you'd want to drink it," Zim replied. "I think it will burn my squeedely-spooch if I ingest it."

Dib smiled at him. "Thanks," he said, pouring the cereal and milk into a bowl. He sat across from Zim, his limp still heavily obvious in his gait. He grabbed the spoon with his left hand and took the cup of coffee when Zim offered it to him.

"What horrors are we gonna endure today?" Zim asked. "Gym or something else?"

"No gym," Dib said, "not that I can do it anyways." He looked down at the coffee for a second. "I kind of have a headache."

Zim raised a brow at him. "I thought those had cleared up."

"Me too," Dib said. "Save the caffeine for later."

Zim smirked a little. "Is it because I pounded you into the bed last night?"

Dib just gave him a suggestive look and said somewhat sarcastically. "Because trauma to the pelvis causes trauma to the head."

The alien smiled and laughed just as Gaz walked down the stairs. She appeared just as tired as them, looking like dealing with the world was the last thing that she wanted to do at the moment. "Morning," she grumbled out.

Zim turned his head to look at her and said, "The honey-bunny looks happy."

She grumbled a little and grabbed whatever food she happened to reach first, then she sat with her brother and friend. "I was thinking of pretending to be sick and staying home from school."

"Too bad, you're coming with us," Dib said as he took another bite.

Gaz stared at him for a second. "You should get a contact for that eye."

Dib raised the brow above his blind eye, simply to annoy her. "I don't mind people looking at him."

"It's creepy."

"So are you," he said, then he flinched and held a hand up to his head. "Damn headache…"

"Go take a pain killer," Zim said as he stood up. "We need to go soon."

Dib took his usual position on the far left of the classroom with Zim at the far right. They arrived late and got last pick for the seats, much to their annoyance. Dib always found that people were more inclined to prick the back of his neck or throw balls of paper at his head when Zim wasn't directly next to him to rip their jaws off. The cowards.

The teacher droned on about something random and monotonous. Zim glanced over at his human halfway through the silent classroom and saw a similar expression of inconceivable boredom. It looked like he wasn't paying attention and was instead doodling at the top of his paper. The alien glanced at the clock and leaned back, not giving a single damn in the world about this "lesson." What was it on again? Another story about a protagonist who works for everything and then loses it all, just like every other story they've ever read? If only he could choose what to read…if only the teacher had to read whatever he'd choose…

He'd choose Liberal Fascism. That would be enough to torture everyone effectively.

Zim quickly stopped paying attention and figured that balancing his pencil on his index finger was a more productive way to spend his time. It wasn't until fifteen minutes were left to the class period that he looked over at Dib and saw him clutching his head, like that aching from earlier had progressed. Maybe it was a migraine? But Dib didn't typically get migraines that lasted for hours.

He had his eyes closed. There was an actual look of pain strewn about his face, like he was cringing. Concern for his mate tugged at his heart, but the class was eerily quiet and the teacher was still drawling on with her back to the students. He'd survive fifteen minutes, right?

A few more moments passed. Dib leaned forward and he set his head down on the desk, facing away from Zim towards the window. He went still for a moment and the alien thought that he was going to be sick maybe, but instead he started shaking. Then his whole body trembled, but it wasn't the usual shivering from cold or being nervous or having a fever. He was convulsing.

Zim's eyes widened when he realized what was happening, and the rest of the class immediately had their attention on Dib when he fell out of his chair and onto the ground. The teacher turned around then, looking confused for a moment.

It took all but three seconds for Zim to stand up, causing his chair to screech loudly against the linoleum floor, rush over to Dib, and to get down by his side. He didn't have time to feel his insides go cold or recite some type of melodramatic prose to the world about what horrible luck his boyfriend had; he just reacted by instinct, like how he had been trained from all his years in the Irken military.

He grabbed onto Dib from underneath the arms and pulled him away from the desk into more open space, simultaneously kicking the object away to give them more room. He grabbed onto Dib's glasses and set them aside, then he gave the teacher a harsh look and pointed at her to get her attention. "You! Call the nurse and tell her it's an emergency," he ordered, quickly turning back to Dib.

He laid on his back, his limbs convulsing violently and rhythmically. His spine arched inwards and turned onto his side, his eyes rolling upwards to the back of his head. He let out a struggled sound, then his diaphragm failed on him and he stopped breathing. His fingers curled and looked like they were trying to claw into the ground as he jerked inwards, writhing around helplessly on the cold floor in horribly brutal, merciless convulsions.

It lasted somewhere around fifty seconds – quite long compared to his previous episodes. The teacher had already contacted the nurse and looked highly disturbed by what was going on. She looked clueless, almost, like she had no idea how to handle a situation like this.

The tremors lessened in severity and focused more around Dib's chest and abdomen, then they finally let up and he gasp in a struggled breath. He exhaled loudly, fighting his own body so that he could breathe. Zim didn't touch him. He knew that Dib had to get himself under control and let it pass without interference.

Zim heard a great deal of mumbling from the other students, but he ignored them. Dib dug his nails into the floor beneath him, his hazel eyes wide like he was in shock as he gulped air like a fish out of water. He wheezed and coughed, looking confused as he shakily tried to get up.

"No Dib, stop," Zim said, grabbing onto Dib's arm as he attempt to sit and failed. He looked disoriented and frightened, like a terrified animal trying to get up after being tranquilized. He didn't know what was going on. Again, he tried to get up, but Zim forced him to lay down. He was still having difficulty breathing, then he stilled and his body calmed. Zim put a soothing hand on the side of his head and said, "Just try to breathe, okay…?"

Dib didn't seem to hear him. He stared forward blankly and went very quiet. Zim ran his fingers through the human's black hair and said, "Dib? Can you hear me?"

He breathed slowly, then his eyes closed halfway. Zim snapped his fingers in front of them to get him to react, but he was completely unresponsive. His hand twitched and he blinked slowly, but seemed completely oblivious to the world around him. He was totally unaware as he entered the recovery stage.

The nurse finally appeared with an assistant carrying a wheelchair behind them. She strode over to the human quickly and asked, "So what happened?"

"He had a seizure," Zim said as he moved over to let her in. "He uh…he has a history of grand-mal ones."

The nurse carefully rolled him onto his back and took his pulse. Zim stood up as she worked on him, trying to get his mate to respond to her, but he wasn't saying anything. He was breathing, but he wouldn't react to anything. The assistant was already calling an ambulance.

Zim wrapped one arm around his stomach and covered his mouth with one of his hands. His heart was pounding in his chest. "I don't understand," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "He had the tumor removed. He hasn't had a single seizure since the surgery. Why'd he just have one?"

"Sometimes seizures can still happen after surgery," the pudgy lady replied. "Might take a few months or a decade for them to happen. It's certainly not unheard of." She glanced up at him and saw the seriously upset look on his face, but she just gave him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, your friend's gonna be okay. We're just going to take him to the hospital in case there's a deeper problem, okay? I'm afraid we don't really have the equipment for helping someone with this issue."

Zim nodded, looking back down at Dib. He looked so lifeless as he laid there motionless, just staring forward and doing nothing else…

Well you didn't expect me to make it easy on them, did you? XD