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YOUR COMPLEX 4// What you want isn't what you need :iconcuzizhot:CuzIzHot 0 1
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YOUR COMPLEX Part 3//A trap snapping shut
Your Complex
Fandom: Invader Zim
Rating: M
By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]
Part 3: A trap snapping shut.
“So, for how long are you going to ignore me?” I don't answer, just keep walking straight ahead. Only a few more steps till I reach the stairs to high school. Sadly, that means I will be stuck with him inside this awful building for the next few hours. Something I do not look forward to. I was really, really tempted to stay at home this morning. But my horrible sister has the early hours of school off. So, staying with Gaz, versus going to school. Yeah, I guess you can figure out what option won that contest. I regret my decision, however. Not slowing down when I enter the hallways, I know he's still walking next to me. Casually. Like he always fucking does. Like absolutely nothing has happened yesterday and nothing has changed. I want to punch him so much.
But then again, that's probably what he wants. I'm not going to give the jerk the satisfaction of knowing he's rilin
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YOUR COMPLEX Part 2//This is so not consensual. :iconcuzizhot:CuzIzHot 1 2
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Curiosity and Nightmares 7
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] Cuz is Hot [DA]
Seventh Chapter: Invitations and battle plans.
Golden eyes glare daggers at the wide open archway; witnessing other beings passing the threshold with no difficulties whatsoever. Some of them he knew; had come across in the past or just heard about before. Others were nothing but strangers to him, but he still could tell from their mere appearance that they held great power of sorts. Pitch's gaze lingered on a small group of nymphs, marching proud and elegant, the one leading them greeting the yetis guarding the entrance with a sharp nod. They were a rare sight in this realm. He actually pitied North a little for having to deal with them. Their kin was known for their arrogance and belittling nature towards those they deemed lesser creatures.
The ethereal beauties were followed by a towering man, long beard almost reaching the ground, heavy antlers growing from his head. His lower body that
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Curiosity and Nightmares 6
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] Cuz Iz Hot [DA]
Sixth Chapter: A guardian cast out.
Jack's gaze lingered on the ceiling of North's guest bedroom; one hand resting above his head while the other played with his staff lazily. In the distance he could hear the booming voice of the bulky Russian but he couldn't be bothered to get up. So far none of the other guardians had called for his aid or even recognized his presence here much; so why should he follow them around like some dog waiting for orders? Yeah, not gonna happen any time soon. If they wanted him to participate in preparing the North Pole for any possible attacks or forming epic battle plans then they better tell him or he wouldn't move an inch. Maybe it was a bit childish of him to act like this in such a dire situation, but honestly, he didn't feel much like a part of the guardians right now. Nor did he feel very useful being here at all. If it weren't for Pitch filling him in
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Curiosity and Nightmares 5
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]
Fifth Chapter: A common enemy.
This was so not how he had planned his day to go. Sitting lazily in some tree, creating a few nice snowflakes and enjoying the peace and quiet of his lake; that was what he wanted to do. But sadly most of the time things didn’t go as Jack Frost had them planned. So instead of snow and refreshing cool wind brushing against his skin, the only thing touching him right now was some retarded little elf. It took all of Jacks willpower and self-control not to hit the little bugger with his staff. As if it wasn’t hard enough already for him to listen to Tooth’s frantic chattering and Bunny’s grumpy monologue about how he could be kicking some butt right now instead of sitting in North’s workshop. With an annoyed groan the winter spirit shoved the elf off of the fluffy plush couch he was currently laying on, finally getting rid of the creat
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PROBLEMS Eight Problem: Weird Dreams :iconcuzizhot:CuzIzHot 2 3
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Curiosity and Nightmares 4
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]
Fourth Chapter: Important meetings and unimportant concerns.
Jack wasn't sure what he had expected once he returned to the pole. Everybody freaking out maybe, terror and fear written on their faces. North making epic battle plans, Tooth flying off to check on her faeries; something along those lines. What he had not expected was laughter. As soon as he landed in the large room with the globe where the rest of the guardians were already discussing the latest events, he started to explain. Not that it sounded very logical how he did it, but the main point came across. Some scary dude called Lich King was randomly killing people. After Jack's little rant about this dead guy and Jamie's old teacher everybody was staring at him. A few moments of silence, and then bunny had stared to laugh.
Jack couldn't believe it. What the hell was so funny about dead people?!
Tooth gave the youngest guardian a
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PROBLEMS Seventh Problem: Confessions
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Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Rob/BB
By: CuzIzHot
Seventh problem: Confessions and porn.
„-and in the end I was like, totally winning. And he was so mad, it was hilarious!” I just realized something. Something rather important, mind you. Want to know what? You cannot kill somebody with dirty looks. I know, should have known that much anyways, but still. I had to try just now. It didn’t work at all. And since I really, really wanted him to fall over dead and it didn’t happen, I come to the conclusion that it is completely impossible to kill with a glare. Well, you probably want to know who I wanted to bring six feet under so bad. Or you don’t; I don’t care, I will tell you anyways. It’s the bulky robot guy next to me. Why Cyborg? He just told Star the story of how he gloriously kicked my butt in this crappy video game last week; for the hundredth time I think. Everybody knows by now how great he is, so he could shut up about it already.
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Curiosity and Nightmares 3
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]
Third Chapter: What lurks in the shadows.
The nervous stomping of hooves on cold stone echoed through the caverns, making the discomfort of the lonely nightmare pretty obvious. The mare stood her ground under the scolding gaze of her master, head held low. All the other shadows kept a safe distance; none of them wanting to side with the poor creature. She knew that she had messed up; big time. The order was simple; keep track of the sandman and don't let him notice you. Not only had the mare been seen by the stupid golden spirit; he tried to chase her away no less; she had as well attacked another guardian in a fit of rage. So much for the simple order not to get noticed. Her master took a step towards her; raising a pale hand to eye level with the nightmare. She braced herself for the worst.
But instead of banishment back into darkness and nonexistence, the mare received a pet on its black
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PROBLEMS Sixth Problem: Misunderstandings
Problems
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Rob/BB
By: CutIzHot
Sixth Problem: Revelations and misunderstandings
I had never expected this afternoon to turn out to be so much fun. To my great surprise, it was; far from the super awkward situation in that stupid café a few hours ago. Yeah; I don't really want to think about it anymore. I guess I already made enough of an idiot out of myself for today. And Robin was kind enough to let it slip and not bring my strange behavior up again. Speaking about him; I honestly don't know how he does it, going out of leader – mode for so long. But somehow he manages, and he was actually quite enjoyable company today. Still is; mind you.
Currently we walk through some park, back towards the titan’s tower. We still talk about Robin's inability to kill more zombies than me. The sun is about to go down on the horizon and I feel totally content with everything for once. Yeah, a big turn in events; considering the last few days and everything
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YOUR COMPLEX Part 1//When things go bad :iconcuzizhot:CuzIzHot 6 8
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Curiosity and Nightmares 2
Curiosity and Nightmares
Rating: M (T for now)
Pairing: BlackIce
By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]
Second Chapter: The advice of the moon.
A soft noise echoed off the walls of a dimly lit room somewhere in Santa's workshop. The few elves who noticed the strange blanked of shadow slithering over the floor seconds later were either too stupid to comprehend what it was, or simply dismissed it as a shadow; nothing more. It was just a shadow, basically. But once it successfully crept inside a guestroom beneath the door, it changed form to something else entirely. The shallow breath of the nightmare ghosted over the red fabric of the curtains as it neared the bed; a peacefully sleeping and unaware Jack Frost right beside it.
Snorting softly the creature observed the dancing images of dream sand above the sprites head; a golden silhouette of a boy; riding the wind undisturbed and carefree. The shadowy horse watched, mildly interested in the spirits childish dreams. It was pure circumstance that
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Fandom: Invader Zim

Rating: M

By: Shadako

Part 4: What you want isn't what you need.


Do you know this weird feeling deep in your stomach that tells you something is horribly wrong? That fight or flight instinct kicks in and your hands start to feel oddly cold. Muscles tense and all your senses are focused on the thing that spells out danger. It's strange, your body is trying it's hardest to make you aware of the fact that you should get yourself out of a situation.  And your brain? It kinda shuts down, not really willing to listen to that feeling in your stomach. At least that's what my brain decided to do. Everything inside of me screams at me that this is getting out of hand, that I'm far beyond my comfort zone. Yet I don't move a muscle, I don't get up and I don't leave. I should tell him no and end this ridiculous conversation once and for all. I really, really should do that. He hasn't moved either, fake violet eyes still watching me intently.
There is no uncertainty in his gaze. He's damn sure of what he wants and clearly not ashamed of straight out asking for it. Or rather, demanding. It wasn't a question, not even a suggestion. He simply decided that I will be his test subject, whether I want to or not. I can get up and leave, tell him he's crazy and I'm not stupid enough to go along with this. If I do, he'll get somebody else. A replacement. I know he will. That's the reason why I can't just walk away right now. And somehow I get the feeling he knows it, too. That's why he's putting me in this situation in the first place, isn't it? Because he knows I wont refuse. Can't, really. I swore to protect the rest of humanity from this crazy alien, after all.

“...” I still can't come up with a reply. My mind is working in overdrive and still my mouth wont form a single sentence. What do I even want to answer? I can't let Zim take advantage of some random unsuspecting person. At the same time I really don't want to go along with his crap, either. I don't want him anywhere near me, let alone this close. I don't want to allow him to treat me like some sort of guinea pig. He can't just play around with me however he damn well pleases. I refuse to be manipulated by him like this. And yet I am still silent. Why can't I just tell him to fuck off? Why is such a seemingly simple decision so hard for me? Well, because I can't just let somebody else walk into their doom like this. But sacrificing my own dignity, just to keep Zim away from others? This is insane.

The ring of the bell interrupts the tense silence. Other students pile out of the cafeteria, back to their classrooms. Zim chooses this moment to break eye contact with me and gets up as well. Without another word he waves at me, smirking, and leaves. Even after he is gone from my sight, I still can't force myself to move. My thoughts are a mess, my hands still clenched into fists on the table. Even when the next period starts I still just sit there and stare at the abandoned carton of strawberry milk. It's not like the teachers would miss me, anyway.

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The last pointless lesson of the day is about to finish, only a few more minutes and I can get out of here. Not that I really look forward to going home today. I wont be able to relax at all, nor will I be getting much sleep tonight. Knowing myself, I'll just lie awake and overthink everything. Even if I have somewhat recovered from lunch break, my fingers are a little shaky around the pen in my grasp. I still haven't given Zim any answer. Haven't talked to him at all, to be honest. And the worst part, he seems completely fine with it. Not even sparing me a fleeting glance since he left me alone at that table. Instead he toys with his phone like device, typing away on the display. Probably replying to texts again. Messaging a person that isn't me. Something that I shouldn't give a damn about. Yet I do.
There is this strange, twisted sense of betrayal inside of me. And no matter how much I rationalize the situation, this stupid feeling wont vanish. Just because the crazy alien is chatting away with some other person I get riled up. I really can't explain why. It's not like he usually texts me instead. Today was the first time he ever did. Hell, I didn't even know he communicated that way at all. I also didn't know that he has any contact to humans beyond what's necessary for his idiotic plans. It hadn't even crossed my mind that he could be interested in keeping someone around. Well, someone else than me. Other humans never held his attention for long, it was always just him and me. Fighting and bickering and hating each other. His presence in my life nothing but a constant annoyance. If anything, I should be happy that he finally found someone else to bug with his stupidity. The big question here, why am I not? Why am I feeling the way I do instead? Am I really worried about Zim replacing me? If so, I need professional help. Well, that's what Gaz keeps telling me since grade school, but still. It must be bad by now.

The alien walks out after the final bell for the day rings, leaving me behind without even acknowledging my existence. The nerve of that little green monster! First he wont leave me alone half the day, constantly hanging around like he always fucking does. Then he goes and tells me to 'take their place' in his ridiculous experiments or whatever. And now he completely ignores me? I haven't even given him a damn answer. It's not like I already said no, damn it!
Anger rising, I shove my stuff into my bag and sling it over my shoulder. Heavy boots stomp through the rain soaked schoolyard, eyes not looking at anybody while I leave. The wind picks up on my way back home, rain starting up yet again when I'm half way there. With soaked clothes and a sour mood I reach the front door and drag myself inside. Gaz is already there, back towards me while she hammers away on her console controller. I don't bother with saying anything.

Once back in my room I'm greeted by the mess I left there the day before Zim had decided to abduct me to his lab. My cheeks heat up the moment that thought crosses my mind. Hadn't I decided to forget it ever happened? Well, plan's not working too well. Hanging the wet trench coat over the back of my chair I close my eyes briefly, palms massaging my temples. I can already feel a nasty headache coming. My life just keeps getting worse and worse by the day. As if to prove me right, a buzzing noise echos in the otherwise silent room. With a renewed feeling of dread I reach for my backpack, dragging my phone out. The screen displays a new message, from a now familiar number. 'Made up your mind yet, wormbaby?'

I scowl at the stupid nickname, for a moment thinking about just ignoring the bastard. God knows I have a million reasons to do so. Common sense also tells me not to answer somebody who sexually assaulted me not two days prior. But I just can't bring myself to block the number. It would be easy, it would be the smart thing to do and completely reasonable after all the shit he pulled. My finger hovers over the display for a moment longer before I place the phone back on my desk and leave my bedroom. A warm shower sounds pretty good right now. Especially since I didn't have the time this morning. Waking up naked in a freaking cold bedroom 20 minutes before you have to be at school doesn't exactly leave much room for it. Another spike of rage flares up while recalling the circumstances of my return home. He could at least have his damn computer put my clothes back on before dropping me off on my bed. But no, it must be so much more fun to drag me back home naked. Probably let his crazy robot do it. Fucking messed up alien bastard...

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I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I don't feel that awful anymore after a shower, something to eat and clean, dry clothes. Gaz hasn't bothered to stop her gaming to pay any attention to me, so I got to eat some leftovers in peace. Thinking about Zim and his general awful self also wasn't so bad while being distracted. But now, well, that's a different thing. With nothing to do but willing my body to fall asleep, there isn't anything to keep my mind from going to places it should not. Like imagining who he might try to lure into trusting him enough to experiment on right now. Or who he might have already dragged to his base. Would he be that quick to pick another human? Probably. He already messaged someone today, repeatedly. So he had another person in mind from the very start? Or is it just in case I don't go along with his plans?
Was it even ever his plan to use only me? Was I even the first person? Well, who else would he chose but me. Isn't your nemesis the first logical choice for forcefully strapping them to a table and humiliating them? Why am I even thinking about that. What do I care if he already has somebody else. Should I even bother with trying to help them if they walk willingly into his trap? Probably not.

Again, common sense tells me to close my eyes and sleep. This isn't my problem. I can't stop him anyways. Like he said, I need to sleep every now and then. I can't constantly watch him and keep him away from everybody. My eyes fall on my phone, still atop my desk on the other side of my room. Zim did say that he has to look for somebody else just because I wasn't cooperating, didn't he. Which means I don't have to constantly watch him, because he wont bother with anybody else if he has me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, draping one arm over my face. He could also be lying, maybe he said that only to rile me up. He's a manipulative little shit after all. After only a few minutes my eyes open again, head turning to the side. But this is Zim we're talking about, he's never bothered with unnecessary work. Especially if it means dealing with people. So getting me to play along would be so much easier than involving others, since he doesn't really have to hide the fact that he's an alien from me. No one would believe me either, if I told them about the crap he pulls. My bare feet touch the ground and I get up to retrieve my phone.

'You are so full of shit, Zim.' While I wait for his answer I save his number as a contact. The exact opposite of what would be the smart thing to do. A soft buzz breaks the quiet in my bedroom. 'I take that as an yes. Tomorrow evening, you don't have plans, do you?' Why is he even asking me that. He wouldn't care if I had plans. But being myself, naturally, I don't have anything to do on a friday night. It's not like I have any friends to spent the weekend with. Well, unless you count Zim. Which I really don't do.
'No.' Letting myself fall back into bed with my black phone in hand I press the send button, already regretting it. What's wrong with me. Just why am I doing this?

'I figured as much. Meet me at ten. Unless that's past your bedtime, hyooman.' Just Fuck him. Even over a stupid chat window he manages to piss me off. And I can even imagine the smug grin on his face right now. Bastard. Little, annoying green bastard. He knew I would play along in the end, didn't he. Damn it.
'It's human, you know. H.U.M.A.N. you idiot.' With that last message sent I place the device on my bedside table and relax back into my pillow. Or I try to. I can only hope to reach the point of being so tired that I won't care about anything anymore pretty soon and just go to sleep.

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A malicious chuckle fills the otherwise silent underground room. Soft magenta lights illuminate the many consoles and shut off monitors. A hand clad in black latex lazily holds the communication device up for he alien to see. Pleased with the humans predictable reactions he let's the insult slide. Also ignoring the jab at his obviously lacking grammar skills.

“Tch, as if Zim cares how you spell these pathetic words anyways.” With that he sets the makeshift earthling phone down and stretches. Typing away on this stupid thing sure is tiring, how the humans love doing it so much is beyond him, really. “Well, looks like we've just found ourselves a willing participant for tomorrow.” Another twisted laugh echos in the big room. “See, told you the Dib would give in eventually!”

“...fine, I still think it's a stupid idea...” The annoyed sounding drawl from the base's computer system answers. Waving one clawed hand in dismissal, the alien gets up. It's nothing new that the houses AI isn't exactly a pleasant conversation partner. Not like the irken has that many other options on this stupid ball of dirt. Well, like the humans say, beggars can't be choosers, or something.

“Nonsense, Zim's plans are always flawless!” The confidence in the invaders voice is hard to miss, while the computer has really no idea where it's so called master gets it from. It's not like that many of his amazing plans have worked out all that well yet. Still, what can it do but go along with it? Not like a programmed being like it could just apply for a new job somewhere else.

“...Whatever you say.” The lights dim down even more after the alien has left the room, headed for the upper levels of the base. A drooling robot is the first thing that greets Zim once he exits the elevator. A little update he made a few years back, when it became apparent that the earth was affecting his height somehow. The elevator, that is, not Gir. His demented little robot companion remained pretty much the same, every attempt to fix the thing having failed spectacularly. Gir's glowing blue eyes glued to the TV screen made him oblivious to Zim's presence.
With a pleasant smirk still in place the invader falls back onto the couch, joining the robot. Not that he's particularly interested in what these dirtworms on earth call entertainment, but every now and again it turns out to be quite amusing. Like now.

A distressed woman is rushing trough some shady looking building, arms pressed close to her bleeding stomach. Some guy with a knife hot on her heels, calling out to her. Zim chuckles evilly when the woman trips a second later, alerting Gir to his presence. The little robot turns around with a delighted expression. “Mastah! Is Mary coming to play?”

“Not right now, but soon.” Gir squeals in delight, he always loved to have the human with the big head around. Mary is fun! Catching up to the fallen girl the masked man on screen grasps her by her hair, cruelly pulling her up. A loud scream erupts from the television and blood splatters onto the concrete. The manic looking man stabs her repeatedly while she wails and trashes. Just how does the robot always end up with these horror movies? Not that Zim is complaining.

“Mary will be here tomorrow night.” More violence, more blood curdling screams and the man laughs, not letting his victim go. That's it, you bitch. Scream for me! He demands and the pretty blonde woman does. You're mine now! Her tear stained face nods helplessly. And the man brings the knife down again.

“And then we'll play.” The pair on screen falls silent as the girl stops moving while Gir jumps up and starts running around in sheer joy. Playtime with Mary was his favorite thing! Even better than seeing Mr. stabby – man. Maybe master would allow him to watch? He liked watching. Almost as much as tacos. Maybe Mary would bring tacos? That would be great! With a silly smile the crazy robot companion takes his place on the ground again, eyes back on the screen. By now it's just some random commercial flashing in bright colors. But that's okay, since he'll get to watch master play with Mary tomorrow. Maybe Mary would scream a little as well? He liked screaming. Almost as much as tacos...

~~~tbc.

Look, another chapter! ^//^ I'm mostly busy with university and the likes, but with the announcement for a new Zim movie I couldn't help but write! Some artists that I really adore got back into the fandom or felt inspired by the announcement as well, so with all the new amazing Zim – art, how could I resist? :D

Also, next chapter might become a little twisted yet again, but I guess you figured that out if you've read this till now, lol! There won't be extreme gore or character death I this fic tho, don't worry! I'm not a fan of these things, so I'll steer clear of those themes. I also am not too fond of noncon and stuff, but for this fic it works pretty well... Eh. Whatever, I guess? Lemme know what you think in the reviews! I love hearing from you gyus! <3

Till next chapter!
Shad~
YOUR COMPLEX 4// What you want isn't what you need
And up goes another FF! This time the Invader Zim universe! Meow :3

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When, exactly, did my life start to go wrong like this? Missing the bus, getting beaten up by some idiot, freezing myself to death, loosing consciousness due to blood loss and now getting abducted by an alien who is currently busy undressing me? I guess not even the best therapist would be able to fix me anymore… [ZaDr]

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Fandom: Invader Zim

Rating: M

By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]

Part 3: A trap snapping shut.


“So, for how long are you going to ignore me?” I don't answer, just keep walking straight ahead. Only a few more steps till I reach the stairs to high school. Sadly, that means I will be stuck with him inside this awful building for the next few hours. Something I do not look forward to. I was really, really tempted to stay at home this morning. But my horrible sister has the early hours of school off. So, staying with Gaz, versus going to school. Yeah, I guess you can figure out what option won that contest. I regret my decision, however. Not slowing down when I enter the hallways, I know he's still walking next to me. Casually. Like he always fucking does. Like absolutely nothing has happened yesterday and nothing has changed. I want to punch him so much.
But then again, that's probably what he wants. I'm not going to give the jerk the satisfaction of knowing he's riling me up this much. Other students also fill the halls, still a good ten minutes to first period. Walking up to my locker, I glare at anybody who dares to even glance my way. My fellow students look away quickly, shake their heads at me, or just step aside as far as they can.

Most people are smart enough not to fuck with me while the crazy alien is around. It's common knowledge that if you cross Zim, horrible things will happen. And no one will be able to blame him for it, either. Yet everyone knows it was him. People don't seem to care about how he pulls all his crazy crap off, they just accept the fact. Accept it, and avoid him. Unless they are stupid. Well, especially stupid. Like that one jock who had the guts to point out that Zim looks pretty girly wearing nothing but magenta and pink. He was gone for like, eight weeks after that. No one knows where to, since he hasn't spoken a single time about the incident. But he runs away screaming whenever the alien enters the same room now. And people always call me the crazy kid, tch.
I slam my locker shut with more force than necessary. Not even bothering with getting any books. Our physics lessons are pathetic, anyways. It's not like I need books to know the crap they try to teach us. A few heads turn my way. Probably surprised that I'm back in school already, after my whole face was bleeding yesterday. My nose still hurts like, a lot, by the way. But it isn't broken, I made sure to check before I dragged myself here this morning.
After I woke up in my room, with my stupid window open and no freaking clothes on. Gritting my teeth at the thought, I glance sideways. Sure enough, he's still there. Patiently waiting next to me while I was assaulting my poor locker. I give him a look that says 'go die' and he just smiles wickedly at me. I still don't talk to him.

A few minutes later I'm seated in the stupid physics lab and wait for our teacher to arrive. With a sigh Zim sits down on my table, like he always does. Not caring that he's shoving my stuff off in the process. Again, like always. He's leaning back, crossing his legs, one arm supporting him on the surface of my desk. For a moment I think about just pushing him the fuck down, but then again, he wants me to react that way. I just know he does. The sick little monster gets a kick out of seeing me snap. So I do nothing, just sit and glare.

“Oh come on, wormbaby. This is getting old. You can't ignore Zim forever.” I know that I can't. Like I said, I tried. It's just impossible. He is too annoying for that. And too freaking dangerous. But god damn, I really don't want to talk to him. At all. Ever again. His fake eyes are staring straight at me, free hand idly tracing the irken symbol on his uniform. A long sleeved one today, almost hiding the black gloves completely. Almost. And I realize in that very moment that I can't even look at his stupid gloves without blushing. That's right. Blushing. Really, brain? That's the best you can come up with after the crap he pulled not 24 hours ago? I want to die. Teenage hormones suck, big time.

“Don't tell me you are still mad about yesterday?” Yeah, of course I am. Getting sexually assaulted in some creepy underground lab is not my idea of fun times. So go figure that I'm mad. “Oh please, it was just a little bit of resea-” As soon as I hear his stupid voice say those words, I want to get up and strangle him. Before he can finish his sentence I interrupt him. I don't need Zim to remind me about it. Not. At. All.

“Shove it, alright? I hate you so fucking much...” He's smirking at my words, happy about his victory. He got me to talk, after all. Sadly. Well, I knew I couldn't avoid it for long. Still, I don't get him. How can he be so freaking casual after the shit he pulled last afternoon? Like, what's even wrong with him? I'm practically dying from embarrassment here, and he's totally fine with it. Like getting your worst enemy off in your secret alien lab is perfectly normal. Then again, this is Zim. I doubt he even understands the concept of feeling ashamed. Whatever. I'm so not thinking about that lab. Or what went down in it. It just never happened in the first place, period.  

“I'm aware. Now stop sulking.” He's still watching me, free hand coming up from his shirt to play with a strand of spiky fake hair instead. “It wasn't that bad, Dib - beast. Kinda funny, actually. To know that the great defender of humanity can be reduced to-” I grasp his wrist and slam it down on the table, hard. Not that it could actually injure him, alien bastard that he is.
“Don't. Fucking. Say. It.” Message is pretty clear, I'm sure. Zim is blinking a few times, before shrugging. I let go of his hand. A few classmates are watching us now. Probably waiting for things to get violent. These idiots always hope for a fight. Perhaps because their own lives are too boring and they need something interesting to happen for once. Well, sorry to disappoint, assholes.

“Whatever, Dib-thing. No need to get so worked up. Certainly wasn't the worst I've done to you.” He stays seated and calm, apparently not in the mood for fighting either. Well, he's right about it not being the worst, I guess. But then again, it was the first time he actually did something like that. I always just figured he'd dismiss everything remotely sexual as a gross human tradition. Like he does with most things. It never even crossed my mind that he could be interested in researching this stuff. Whatever the hell it was he even wanted to research in the first place. I didn't quite get that part. Surely it wasn't how to get a dude off. Or maybe it was. What. Ever. I am so not going to ask him about it. Never. I will just pretend it didn't happen and hope he stops talking about it.

“Fuck you.” Yes, I'm back to being very talk active and social today. The irken jumps down from my desk, only to now lean on it with both forearms. Violet eyes dart over to the entering teacher with little interest. The rest of the class is still talking and laughing, sharing retarded videos on their phones and what not. No one really minds the middle aged man near the blackboard. Zim gives another over dramatic sigh, before answering. Not that I needed an answer. Or this answer, for that matter. “We've been through this before, human. A classroom would be a very inappropriate place for that. Well, even if online there are quite a few recordings of people doing-”

“Just go to your fucking seat.” With those words I shove his arms off, getting him to finally leaving me the hell alone. Zim's still grinning, of course. He's enjoying making me uncomfortable way too much. Fuck this. I so can't wait for this day to be over. Burying my face in my arms sounds like a very good idea right now, so I do just that. Ignoring the burn when my injured nose is pressed into the fabric of my trench coat. I don't bother listening to our teacher who starts droning on about pocket dimensions and the possibility of gravitational pull in them. The hell has this crap even to do with physics? Sometimes I really wonder where they get the people who teach here.

~~~

It's twenty minutes into the lesson and I'm on the verge of falling asleep. With one hand I doodle some bad drawings of bigfoot into my notebook, the other holds my head up. Yeah, somehow it stopped staying upright on its own. Bored to death I glance at the rest of the classroom. Sleeping, drooling, texting or searching for treasure in their own noses. Lovely. The pinnacle of human superiority. It's times like this that I can understand why Zim feels superior to us. Not that I agree with him, I'm just saying I understand. Speaking of the devil. I take my chances and look over to him, hoping he doesn't notice. Luck seems to be on my side, for once. He's busy typing away on his strange alien device disguised as a smartphone. Magenta with a black irken symbol on the back, and some weird key chains. I can't help but roll my eyes. Sometimes I wonder if he even realizes how gay stuff like this makes him look. Then I remember that he's Zim and either doesn't understand or doesn't give a fuck.

“-and then there is the possibility of the additional gravitation to expand into black holes inside of the pocked dimensions, leading straight to the gates of hell. Hence we can assume-” -that this guy is talking bullshit and gets paid for it? Why am I even here. Taking a deep breath my eyes travel back to the alien next to me. At least from watching Zim I don't feel all my brain cells dying.
I can't help the tension in my body while I observe him. This bastard, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to me. Not that I want him to, but really, yesterday he seemed pretty damn interested in me. Or my body, for that matter. My cheeks heat up on their own just thinking about it and at the same time I feel my anger rise. Glaring holes into his head I take a moment too long to notice that his fake violet eyes are on me. With a scowl etched into my features I quickly turn away.

Great, now he caught me staring at him. Stupid alien probably gets the wrong idea from it. My fingers grip my pencil tighter, stabbing holes into my bigfoot drawings. A buzzing in my pocket distracts me from my brutal task a moment later. With little enthusiasm I pull my phone out, the boring teacher not likely to notice or care. My eyes widen for a moment when it's not the usual angry text from Gaz that flashes on my screen. Instead it displays 'unknown number'. Curious as ever I open it. Big mistake.
-What's the matter, human? Can't keep your filthy eyes away from ZIM?- Ugh. Okay, first, how did he get my number? Second, fuck him. Why would he even send me a stupid text? Hell, I didn't even know he has any idea how to. Guess the internet did wonders for the alien in using our technology and understanding human culture. Or whatever. I make sure he's looking at me before I show him the finger.

-What, feeling great because you have a few fingers more than Zim? Stoopid human.- Well, not even the internet can fix his grammar it seems. I roll my eyes at the trademark insult, dropping the phone to my desk. God knows why I don't just close the chat and block the number right then and there. Maybe I'm actually bored enough to read text messages from Zim. A new low in my life, I guess. Since I'm still mad at him for being his general awful self I type a quick reply, just to piss him off.

-Not my fault your hands are weird, spaceboy.- A sharp intake of air to my left let's me know that he's read it. Tch, only someone like Zim would feel insulted by such a lame reply. With one hand I rummage through my backpack to find the bottle of coke I brought from home. I need the caffeine, badly. Another soft buzz and I look down again. He's getting quick with his typing.

-Talking about the same hands that had you moaning like one of those females on pay TV yesterday?- A very undignified noise leaves my throat and I spit coke all over the drawings in my notebook. A loud coughing fit follows, because I think I just almost died.  I try to breath again and not suffocate on cola while wiping my poor phone clean on my coat. That's the moment when I notice how silent it suddenly is. Looking up I also notice why. No one is talking anymore because they all stare at me. Yeah. I must look incredibly intelligent right now.
I slowly lower the bottle I was still holding in one hand onto the desk, place my phone back into my pocket with the other and proceed to wipe the drink from my notebook. See, this is why my classmates think I have a few screws loose. And who's fault is it?

The teacher coughs awkwardly and goes back to his black hole bullshit theory. My fellow students also slowly turn their attention back to sleeping or doodling or watching cat videos on youtube. My hands feel sticky and my face must be a lovely shade of scarlet by now. Ugh, why always me. A low hum in my pant pocket and I pull the black phone out again. Which is also sticky now. My glare almost melts the display, I swear. -Very impressive display of your superior intellect, Dib – thing.-

-Go. Die.- I shut my phone off after that and throw my notebook into the nearest thrash can. I always hated physics, anyways. And my drawing skills suck as well, so no harm done here. And my reputation? Yeah, not like I need to be worried about that anymore. But still, what the heck kind of message was that?! Since when is Zim even capable of comebacks like this? Damn, I was so not prepared. Nor do I want to hear, or read, shit like that. Annoying, awful alien menace. The rest of the lesson is spend glaring on my part and grinning smugly on his.

~~~

“That last message you've send was really rude, you know, Dib - worm?” I shove books from the math lesson we just finished into my locker and slam it shut. Lunch break. Nothing I look forward to in school. It's either me being bothered by some retarded jocks like Torque or annoyed by Zim. Today its the latter, naturally. Because I so need to constantly see this good for nothing alien. And I so enjoy his presence, too. I couldn't be more freaking happy.
“That was the point.” He shrugs my reply off, casually walking next to me towards the cafeteria. I ignore his annoying presence and head for the counter to get some food I probably wont eat either way. Until now I had successfully avoided talking to Zim, but during the break there's nothing much I can do to keep him away from me.

“Well, usually you don't talk to your friends like that, Dib – filth.” Of course he's saying something like that while calling me filth in the same sentence. I roll my eyes behind my glasses and make my way over to an empty table in the back. Not even trying to guess what that stuff they serve today is.

“I don't talk with friends like that. Only with annoying idiots.” Again my insult is ignored in favor of taking a seat opposite of mine. He places his tray down and pushes it to the side. Why he still bothers with even getting one in the first place is beyond me. He never eats any of this crap, ever.

“You shouldn't be so picky, human. Zim is the best thing you could get for a friend in this horrible establishment they call school anyways.” Maybe he's right about that, which is sad. And I wont admit it. Anyway, why would he even want me to consider him a friend? I hate his guts. Like, a lot. And his recent actions aren't likely to change that.

“What part about 'I hate you, go die' didn't you get?” A shrug is his only answer and he reaches over to my tray to take the chocolate bar I placed there a minute ago. I don't even bother to stop him, he always does crap like that. To be honest, I don't bring sweets or desserts because I want to eat them. It's just so that Zim can steal them and is busy chewing and less annoying. Usually shuts him up for about five minutes or something.

“You say that, but you still spend most of your time with me. I bet you see Zim more often than your own sister unit.” Again, he's right about that. And again I wont admit it. So what if I sometime along the years accepted the fact that I can't get rid of the alien and just tolerate his presence most of the time? It's not like I actually like him because of it. People just get used to stuff after a while, even if it's being around Zim. Again, sad. Very sad. Acknowledging this might be another low in my life. The second I reached today. Must be some kind of record.

“Whatever.” A satisfied smirk settles on his features because he knows he's won. But what can I say? He is right, kind of. And I really don't feel like getting into another argument with him. These are pointless, to be honest. Very pointless.

“That's right, denying your attachment to my amazing self is of no use, dirt-worm.” I roll my eyes while sipping at my strawberry milk. How can something that's so short compared to a average human have such a huge ego? I mean, he did grow unnaturally tall for an irken over the years, for whatever reason. But compared to most people he's still on the shorter side.

“If that's what you want to believe...” The alien nods enthusiastically while unpacking the chocolate in his hands. For a moment we sit in silence, him eating, me wondering what my life has become. At what point did I accept the fact that this weird monster from outer space is constantly around me? I can't even remember the exact time anymore. Over the years it just happened, I guess. So, logically speaking, Zim really is the closest thing to a friend I have.

“Hey, human. Will you ever stop glaring at Zim? It's kinda annoying, you know.” Looks like he already finished his sweets. I avert my eyes, glaring at the tray in front of me instead. I hadn't even realized that I was staring at him yet again. Was busy with how pathetic my life is at this point in time.

“So are you; and I'm not complaining about that all the time either.” He blinks his large eyes, pondering my words for a moment before he shrugs again. Apparently either not fazed by the insult or not getting it. Whatever it is, I don't mind. A buzzing sound distracts him from our conversation a second later. His weird makeshift phone thing is blinking and he is quick to type out a reply. So apparently I'm not the only one who he's sending texts to. Who would have guessed. I always figured I was the only person he interacted with on a regular basis here on earth. Everybody else being too dumb, according to him.

“Who's that?” Ugh, damn my stupid curiosity. Why did I even ask that? It's not like I care. Or maybe I do, but then it's not like I'd want him to know that. His fake eyes flicker up to me and a smirk spreads on his features. Why can't I keep my mouth shut for once?

“What's with that angry expression, Dib – beast?” He's waving his awful pink phone back and forth, having shut the display off again. “Don't tell me you're jealous?” I feel my left eye twitch while he's snickering. Oh how much I hate this alien bastard. “Don't worry, it's no one important. Just another one of my...” His eyes glint in that way that tells me he's up to something. Something bad, for everyone involved. “Test subjects, you could say.” My eyes widen for a second and I can feel the muscles in my body tense.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Again my mouth is faster than my brain, and boy am I pissed. Don't tell me he's pulling this crap with other people as well? Just who does he think he is? It's one thing to torment me, but to involve others who know nothing about his true identity? How are normal humans supposed to defend themselves against an alien? And besides, it's my job to protect those idiots. I can't just let Zim do whatever the hell he wants. No. I won't allow him to fuck around with other humans. Not if I can help it, at least.

“Don't get so mad. I do have some research to do, you know? And with you being so uncooperative, I have to find somebody who's more willing.” The nerve of him, to sit right in front of me and tell me stuff like that. Grinning all the while. Like I would allow him to use innocent bystanders as test subjects for his stupid schemes. I slam the milk I was holding onto the table and shove the tray to the side.

“And you think I'll just let that happen, spaceboy? I won't allow you to mess with people like that.” He can tell from the tone of my voice that I'm dead serious and his grin falls. He looks contemplative for a moment, before placing his phone on the wooden table.

“You think you can stop me? Tch, and how would you do that?” The irken leans over, chin propped up on one hand. “You can't be around me all the time. In case you have forgotten, you humans need to sleep once in a while.” Naturally, he's right. If he really wants to do this, I can't stop him. Not all the time, at least. My hands ball into fists so tight that my knuckles are turning white. Shit. This little green bastard is really pissing me off.

“...” I can feel the anger burning in my veins, my whole body tense as a bowstring. It's been a long time since I last felt like this around Zim. What's happening to me? Am I really getting so worked up over this? He's threatening humans all the time. Sure, I don't like it, but this? This feeling is different. This is much more intense than the hatred I usually feel. His violet eyes bore into mine, the tension in the air around us is getting unbearable. And all of a sudden his stern expression is replaced by a wicked smile. He leans forward even more, invading my personal space. I don't back down.

“If you really want me to keep the other humans out of this, there is only one thing you can do, Dib – worm.” His voice is low and dangerous, his smile revealing sharp teeth. One gloved hand reaches out to touch mine, still balled into fists on the table. The warm latex closes around my wrist, pulling me forward. We both lean over the table now, a mere few centimeters separating his mouth from my ear. The words he whispers next have me frozen in place. A shudder runs down my spine and a feeling of dread settles low in my stomach. Not because of what he says, but because I know that I won't refuse him. And I can't help the feeling of having walked right into one of his traps. Those sharp claws bite into my skin just a little too hard, even trough the glove. And now that they are sinking into my flesh, they won't let go again. He got me. And I'm not even fighting to get back out.

“Go ahead and take their place.”

~~~tbc.

And here we are with chapter 3! Ahh, I just love wicked Zim. There are so many fanworks out there, and so little of them actually portrait him to be the deceitful alien bastard that he is. Not sure why, but to me the relationship between those two can't be anything but fucked up. Like, they both are, in more ways than one. Heh, for me it just doesn't work as a happy and loving relationship out of the blue. I realize that this story is pretty twisted and will most likely keep up to be that way. Dunno where exactly I'm headed with this, I have a few ideas but I'm uncertain in which way I want the story to progress. So, for now, have this chapter here and wait for the next? I guess! ^_^

Feel free to leave some reviews, feedback always motivates me to get my ass up and write, haha. :D Until next chapter~

~Shad.
YOUR COMPLEX Part 3//A trap snapping shut
And up goes another FF! This time the Invader Zim universe! Meow :3

Summary:

When, exactly, did my life start to go wrong like this? Missing the bus, getting beaten up by some idiot, freezing myself to death, loosing consciousness due to blood loss and now getting abducted by an alien who is currently busy undressing me? I guess not even the best therapist would be able to fix me anymore… [ZaDr]

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Curiosity and Nightmares

Rating: M

Pairing: BlackIce

By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]

Ninth Chapter: Beating hearts and dead bodies.

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the biting pain in his chest. It felt as if his throat was on fire; or his lungs had burned from the inside out. Even breathing hurt and Jack was sure he would have been better off if he had stayed unconscious. At least he wouldn’t feel so awful then. The guardian tried to move his hands; only one responded. Okay, that wasn’t good. Opening blue eyes slowly he blinked a couple of times to get adjusted to the almost - darkness of the room. Why was it so dark in here? And where the hell was he in the first place? Moving his head to look around hurt too damn much, so he just stayed still. His eyes adjusted to the dim light slowly and he could make out the black stone walls opposite from him. Alright, so he was in some sort of room. Now he only had to remember why. It took a few more moments; or maybe minutes; for the boy to get his bearings. Memories of the crazy snake monster in that awful city came rushing back and his eyes widened. The wave of panic faded quickly however; if he was still somewhere in that passage with those monsters he would have been dead by now. So someone had obviously saved him from getting devoured by that beast. And from the looks of the room he currently was in; that someone had to be Pitch. Great; now he actually owed the nightmare king...

Agonisingly slow the winter spirit managed to lift his upper body from the bed he was laying on. Searing pain shot up his side and with a gasp he fell back down. Okay; that hurt. With the one hand that was working properly Jack felt around the side of his hoodie where the awful stab of pain had come from. It hurt to just graze his fingers over the wound; some sort of bandage preventing him from directly touching the injured flesh. With a grimace he noticed the torn and bloodied fabric of his favourite article of clothing. Great; that horrible snake lady had ruined his hoodie! And his body as well; mind you. Another pained sigh and Jack brought his fingers down on his hurting neck; feeling talon – shaped bruises. Man; that smelly creature really had done a number on him. He couldn’t even get up for the sake of it!

With little options but resting himself back onto the soft black covers the guardian of fun let his gaze drift through the room again. Next to the four poster - bed he had been dropped off onto, his staff leaned against a wall. The dim light was coming from some sort of oil lamp standing on a desk not too far away. Tomes and scrolls were scattered across the dark table; dust collecting on almost every surface. The only clean piece of furniture in the unused room seemed to be the bed. Apparently the dark spirit frequented this place rarely. A few bookshelves and chandeliers decorated the walls as well as some paintings Jack couldn’t really see from his current position. He couldn’t make out a door to this chamber either, but it’s not like Pitch would need one to access any part of his lair.

To say that the large bed wasn’t comfortable would have been a lie, but Jack still wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. He hated being trapped somewhere; and the not existing door didn’t help matters much. Now that he was awake he could already feel his magic working; slowly closing his wounds and mending the abused flesh. It would take a few days to heal all of the injuries for sure, but at least the pain got more tolerable. Moaning in agony the winter spirit sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the king sized bed. With his working hand he pushed the black curtains hanging into his face out of the way and got up. Or tried to; at least. It didn’t work all that greatly. In fact, he only made it half way off the bed before he sat down again; holding his side. Ow. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in this much pain. Damn those scaled creatures lurking around that awful city! Next time they crossed paths he would make sure they got a good piece of ice shoved into their ugly faces! Crap; why couldn’t his body stop hurting so much?

From his new sitting upright position Jack had a good view of a large mirror; it was covered by a fine layer of dust as well. Still clean enough to get a nice view of the deep purple bruises on his neck. Wow; those looked worse than he had imagined. Also; what was all that stuff on his skin? Leaning a bit closer without straining his injuries too much the winter spirit touched pale fingers to his cheek. In the dim light it looked like black ink had been splattered across his face and neck; now dried on his skin. Another scowl worked its way on Jack’s features when he noticed how soiled with the dark liquid his hoodie truly was. He really hoped that stuff would wash out; whatever it was.
“Don’t worry about it.” Jack didn’t even flinch when the familiar smooth voice filled the room. Maybe he was getting used to the other spirit’s weird way of appearance by now. The guardian didn’t bother to take his eyes off of the mirror, still examining the dried ink. “It’s not your blood.”

At those words Jack let his hand fall back from his cheek. His blue eyes widened and for a moment he thought he was going to be sick. So, that wasn’t ink. Ugh. Could this get any more disgusting? A shudder ran down his spine and he had to look away from his own image. Nope; he wasn’t going to think about dried blood on his face right now. Turning his body around; wincing at the movement; Jack looked up to see the dark spirit emerging from the shadows. Pitch looked every bit as regal and proud as ever; so apparently he had fared much better in his fight with the snake monsters. At least for him it wasn’t painful to move; Jack noted with a grim look on his features. For a moment all the taller spirit did was muster Jack with a judging gaze; making the teen feel all kinds of uncomfortable. Thankfully the golden eyes didn’t stay on him for too long and Pitch walked around the bed. “I see you’re up already. Good; I was worried I would have to deliver your corpse back to the other guardians.”
Jack glared up at Pitch; wishing he had the strength to get up and wipe that smirk off of the other spirits’ lips. His anger was short lived however; he felt too worn out and tired to lash out. Instead of throwing a few choice words back at the nightmare king, the boy rested his body against the headboard. “Thanks for your concern. What happened?”

Shadows danced and slithered over the stone floor around their master while Pitch leaned back against the desk behind him. “You were almost killed by one of the wardens.” The Shadowmancer shrugged at those words as if it wasn’t anything serious. Jack’s glare turned even darker. He would have crossed his arms if he could. “I know that much. What happened afterwards?” Golden eyes met blue again. “You passed out. I beheaded the warden before it could eat you and brought you here.”
His stomach lurched uncomfortably at those words. He really hadn’t needed that detail about the snake things death. Also, that meant all that stuff on his upper body was creepy snake lady blood. Ugh. Jack was really thankful that he hadn’t eaten anything before heading to the lair; or else he would have long since seen it again.

Dismissing any thoughts about gruesome slaughter from his mind the frost spirit tried to focus on their task again. They didn’t go there just to get almost killed after all. “Did you get the sword?” The look on Pitch’s face told it all; Jack didn’t even need an answer. Damn it; so they hadn’t even been able to make sure the weapon was hidden in that temple in the first place? They had to go back again. Another shudder worked down the teens’ spine at that. Yeah; he so looked forward to that. With a defeated sigh the guardian leaned his head back. “So we didn’t accomplish anything just yet! Great...”
This wasn’t how he had imagined their plan to go; at all. In his mind Jack would have been back to the pole by now; healthy and in good spirits with the magical weapon secure in Pitch’s lair. And in reality? In reality he was in an awful lot of pain; had more bruises than he could count and was covered in snake blood. Why was life so unfair all the time?

“Don’t act like it was my fault; Jack. I wasn’t the one who ended up almost dead; just to remind you.” Yeah; of course Pitch was right about that. But really; nobody had said anything about giant beasts with millions of teeth wanting to devour him. How could he have been prepared for that? “Whatever...” Frustration was evident in his voice and Jack couldn’t bring himself to care or hide it. What now? It would take him days to heal! They didn’t have that much time with that crazy Necromancer on the loose! What about the other guardians? They needed that weapon! What if they charged into battle without it? They wouldn’t stand a chance. The youngest guardian could already feel a headache coming. He wasn’t made for this kind of thing! Battling horrendous monsters and hunting for magical artefacts only sounded good in fairy tales. The real thing was far from an amazing adventure.

A cool sensation on his neck brought Jack back to the present. With a soft gasp and wide eyes he realized just how close he was to the nightmare king. Trapped in his thoughts Jack hadn’t even noticed that the other had moved. Pitch was seated on the edge of the bed now; right next to the younger spirit. For a moment Jack tried to scramble back on the bed out of instinct; only to bump his head into the headboard of the bed. The dark spirit just raised a brow at the boys' shocked expression. “Come now; Jack. Surely you’ve noticed that there are far worse things than me out there to be afraid of by now.”
Pitch’s voice had that mocking undertone again and Jack released the breath he had been holding. Right; there was no reason to be scared of the dark spirit right now. They were working together after all. He just hadn’t expected the sudden close proximity of the other.

Relaxing his sore muscles a bit more Jack watched the older spirit reach out one hand. The coolness he had felt moments ago returned to his skin; Pitch’s fingers tracing the ring of purplish bruised flesh around Jack’s neck. Unsure of what to expect from the unfamiliar contact the winter spirit opted for just sitting still. The burning pain in his throat lessened and Jack could make out the faint traces of dark magic working on healing his skin. Oh; so Pitch could do that as well? He never knew. So far the guardian hadn’t believed the other to be capable of healing spells. Not that he had seen much of the man's magic so far; aside from the destructive force used against the guardians. Looks like there was more to those dark powers than wrecking havoc after all.

While the Shadowmancer focused on the fading bruises on Jack’s skin the winter spirit had trouble to calm his racing pulse. He hadn’t been this close to Pitch before; at least not on friendly terms. And to feel that those hands were capable of more than just wielding a deadly scythe left Jack’s body shivering. He really; really shouldn’t be thinking those things right now, but he couldn’t help himself. Whenever the nightmare king touched his skin; if only light enough to work his magic; it made the guardians cheeks heat up. The strange tight feeling in his stomach returned full force, and this time he couldn’t blame it on fear. He had no reason to be scared while all Pitch did was tending to his wounds. As strange of a concept as that was; it wasn’t something to be afraid of.
So if it wasn’t fear that made Jack feel that way towards the dark spirit; then what? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer. And he desperately hoped that the other wouldn’t notice the way his body tensed or his palms began to sweat. Gods; he was messed up. Badly. If any of the other guardians could see him right now they sure would suffer from a heart attack. Well; all but Bunny. The rabbit would probably skip that and go right to screaming bloody murder. Jack cringed a little at the thought. Yeah; he would so never tell anybody of his messed up feelings. Having them in the first place was bad enough.

It took him a while but the frost sprite finally mustered up the courage to speak and actually got his mouth to comply. “W- what are you doing?” Wow; that was a stupid question; even for his standards. Jack wanted to mentally slap himself. Here he was; sitting in his old nemesis’ lair; blushing and stuttering like some schoolgirl. He should have asked North about that spirit – therapist instead of joining forces with Pitch. The latter thankfully didn’t seem to pay much attention to Jack’s wavering voice; still busy with his spell. “Healing you; obviously.”

He had figured that much out on his own. But a snappy answer was the best he could have expected after asking such a retarded question. Forcing down the rising heat in his belly and trying to stop his hands from trembling, Jack looked anywhere but at Pitch. “I can see that. But why?” Yeah; that was something he really wanted to know. Sure, they had called a truce, but that didn’t exactly mean the Boogeyman had to play babysitter for Jack and save his butt 24/7. Not that the winter spirit wasn’t thankful for that; it was just weird for the dark spirit to be so... civil.

Withdrawing his hand from the boys neck Pitch offered him a questioning stare. “If it somehow slipped your mind; we still need that sword. And you don’t seem to be in any condition to go back there just yet. I don’t plan on waiting forever for you to heal.” The Shadowmancers’ voice sounded as arrogant and carefree as ever; demeanour not changing the slightest bit from his usual self. Alright; so maybe Jack was just reading too much into Pitch’s actions. Of course he didn’t have the patience to sit around and wait while the guardian recovered. It was only logical to speed the process up somehow. Still; Jack couldn’t help the irrational part of his mind that told him that Pitch cared about his well being. At least a little bit. But then again; he was obviously going slightly mad, so that was most likely his imagination.

“Whoa- what the-?!” Focused on his thoughts the guardian had missed the other spirits’ movement yet again. Ghostly pale fingers had grasped onto the tattered fabric of his hoodie; lifting it up to reveal his bandaged side. The Nightmare King just rolled his eyes, his free hand pressing Jack’s upper body back into the cushion. “Will you hold still for five minutes? Seriously...” So, Pitch wanted to heal that wound was well? Uhm. Okay; he hadn’t expected that. The light blueish tinge across the teens face grew darker and he turned his head to stare at the opposite wall. Trying his hardest to think about anything else but the hand loosening the bandages on his midriff; Jack willed the heat to go away. He really needed to calm his stupid body down some; or else this whole situation would turn ten times more awkward for him. And if possible the guardian would really like to avoid that.

Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from a dark corner of the room. Pitch too focused on weaving his magic and Jack too distracted by his hormones going crazy. It was probably for the better that the boy didn’t notice the glare directed at him; though. The last thing he needed right now was to know about the return of the jealous steed from hell...

~.~.~.

North looked over the pinned down map in front of him again; his eyes growing weary while the hours grew later and later. As tired as he was; he just couldn’t afford to rest now. Their enemy had so far successfully avoided any and all patrols and tracking spells. The vile creature was still hidden and the guardians had no means to find him. With a frustrated groan the old man turned from the large table and strode towards the main room. They couldn’t do more but keep up their search. Ever since the Lich King became aware that they were searching for him, he had ceased most of his activities. North was no fool; he knew the monster was just waiting for the right opportunity to strike. He was probably organizing his minions and followers right now; just like the guardians were organizing their defences. Once the bulky Russian stepped into the big hall he took in his friends’ appearances.
Tooth looked worn out, she and her faeries barely had a moment of rest lately. Between their duty of collecting teeth and flying on patrols or search parties there was just no time. Sandy was sitting on a comfortable couch not too far off; sleeping. The little guy always had trouble staying awake for too long. Striding past him North decided not to wake him; he had been busy fighting off living corpses all around the globe these past few days after all. For now elvish warriors and harpy scouts had taken over his patrols and protected the villages and cities. North's eyes settled on another pair in the room.

“All we could find was another graveyard; empty like the last few. I don’t even want to imagine how the bodies look like after he unearths them.” Her feathers bristled while the tall harpy talked. Next to her Bunnymund scoffed. “Not pretty; that much is for sure. We can’t stop him from raiding graveyards, though. We have enough trouble keeping him away from the living humans already.”
His face turned grim when the oldest guardian passed the two; listening in on their conversation. This wasn’t good. The more corpses that insane menace got under his control, the harder he would be to beat in the end. If only they could find him; engage him in a fight and weaken him. But for now all they could do was save as many humans from the influence of the undeads’ vile magic as possible. And put those to rest who were unfortunate enough to have already fallen victim to the Lich King. Not a pretty task; but it had to be done.

~.~.~.

Groaning in annoyance Jamie flipped on the TV; sitting back on his bed. This was the second weekend in a row that his mother wouldn’t let him go outside at all! She was so upset about what had been going on with that teacher that it took her three days to even allow the boy to go to school again. It was frustrating! Sure, there was some scary stuff going on with all those people vanishing or committing suicide lately; but he wasn’t one of them! In fact, he was pretty content with his life and had no plans of ending it any time soon. Of course that didn’t convince his worrying mother, so all the teenage boy could do was watch TV and sulk in his room. Not even his girlfriend was allowed to come over. This sure sucked big time.

At least Jack could show up again sometime soon. He had told Jamie not to worry; that he would fix whatever it was that had been going on; but so far he hadn’t heard anything from the guardian of fun. What if not even the guardians could fix this? Jamie didn’t even want to think about it. “The police strongly advices to stay away from desolate places, especially at night. As long as it isn’t known what happened to the missing people no one should leave the house alone after nightfall.” Yeah; no wonder his mother was so worried if all they showed on the news was stuff like that. Jamie rolled his eyes in annoyance; surely people weren’t stupid enough to wander about alone at night after everything that had been going on. His attention switched back to the lady on the TV screen.

“- alerted the police that the local graveyard had been raided by unknown criminals. If witnesses saw or heard anything strange in the night to saturday, they are to inform their local police station.” There were definitely some crazy people out there. Who would actually open old graves to steal dead bodies? And what did anybody even want with old bones? This world got weirder every day. With a shudder Jamie turned the TV off again; walking out of his room to see if Sophie was up for some video games. He really needed some entertainment.

~.~.~.

Blue eyes stared up at the dark ceiling in disdain. Jack had been alone for some time now; Pitch had left after he was finished with closing the nasty gashes on the winter spirits side. The dark spirit said he would be checking in on the progress his nightmares had made with tracking down the Lich King. With those words he had vanished into the shadows that danced across the walls. There was still no door, so the guardian was left in Pitch’s room with no way out. But right now he was way to worn out to worry about that. It’s not like there was anything in here that could harm him. Assuming that all the dust wouldn’t try to eat him, of course. The other spirit would return soon enough, and until then Jack really needed some rest. At least, that was what logic told him. Now if only his stupid mind would stop thinking about the way the nightmare king’s touch had felt on his skin. It was almost impossible for the boy to imagine that this cruel dark being had been so gentle while healing him. Another shudder raked down the frost spirits back. Why; just why couldn’t he stop those thoughts?!

Jack moved his injured wrist over his eyes, successfully blocking out the dim light of the oil lamp. Not that the action helped much with blocking out the not so innocent thoughts in his head. Those were rather persistent. Gingerly lifting his other, uninjured arm the guardian let his fingers graze over his neck. The pain had almost vanished; leaving him only a bit sore. Fingertips touched the same places Pitch had not so long ago. His skin still felt a bit too warm there; his heart still beating a little bit too fast. The fading blush on the winter spirits face returned full force; eyes pressed close. Despite what the rational part of his brain was telling him, Jack couldn’t help himself. His hand mimicked the other spirits’ touches while his mind recalled that deep voice taunting him. A shudder ran through the teens’ body, muscles tensing just a bit. This was so many levels of wrong; yet the guardian couldn’t bring himself to care right now.

The more sinful part of his mind was already busy recalling the dream he’d had the other day. How it had felt to have those hands caress his bare skin; sharp nails leaving angry red lines in their wake. Pitch’s form pressed against him from behind; trapping him; never breaking contact. Those lips whispering dark words so full of promise into his ear. A soft gasp pierced the silence of the room. Jack’s own hand pushed the tattered fabric out of the way, leaving his stomach bare. The chill of the dusty air biting at the milky white skin forced his breathing to quicken; heartbeat speeding up. Blue eyes were still closed, imagination running wild with flashes of the dream as well as their other encounters. There wasn’t a trace of fear in the boys’ body; all Jack could feel was excitement. The thrill of being so close to something so wicked. It was tempting. Pitch was tempting.

Only imagining the touch of those hands roaming over his body was enough to make the winter spirit moan. It was a low sound; muffled by Jack’s hand still draped over his face. He didn’t want to open his eyes right now. To see; to acknowledge; what he was doing. It would only ruin the moment. Forcing his own mind to shut down for a little bit; he concentrated on feeling instead of thinking. It was all he wanted right now. And it worked perfectly fine.

His cheeks were burning by now; skin growing hot beneath his own touches. Hoodie riding up on his chest; exposing more skin as well as the healing wounds. Scar tissue still taut over the tender flesh. Jack’s hand however was no longer tracing the skin of his stomach; instead sliding lower. His fingers hesitated for a second on the hem of his pants, contemplating if they should continue their journey. Did he really want to do this? Here of all places? The heat pooling in his abdomen made the decision for him. What did it matter? He just needed to get those thoughts out of his system. And acting on them seemed like a good enough way to accomplish that. At least to his currently very clouded mind.
Another gasp; accompanied by the cool touch of his fingers on hot flesh. He really disliked how cold his own hands felt; but right now it was easy enough to dismiss. Unfastening his pants Jack’s breathing became erratic; finally taking a hold of himself. His mind still conjured up the silky dark voice easy enough; calling his name. A hot mouth biting and sucking the flesh of his neck; marking him. Claiming him. Arching his back Jack recalled his dream; where it hadn’t been his own hands that touched him like this, but Pitch’s. Only unlike the dream it didn’t stop just there. No, there was no way he would have been able to stop right now.

Gasps and low moans got louder, filling the dark room. Jack’s hand stroking him to completion picked up its pace; matching his ragged breaths. He bit down on his wrist, still covering his face. It didn’t do much to stop the moans escaping his throat. Thoughts of the nightmare king above him; kissing and licking his burning skin fuelled the fire in the pit of Jack’s stomach even more. He couldn’t think straight anymore. Another arch of the slender back; a vivid image of Pitch’s mouth claiming Jack’s; a jerk of the boys’ hips. And that was it. With a high pitched moan he came undone. His body tense in this blissful moment of pleasure. He felt like drowning and burning up all at once.

It was over just as quickly; overheated body still covered in a fine layer of sweat. Blue eyes still closed, hand still hiding his face. For a few moments he did nothing at all; just laying there on the silky sheets, catching his breath. When Jack’s racing pulse slowly returned to normal and his heated body began to cool down, the winter spirit opened his eyes. Lips still parted and mind hazy he lifted his hand up. Gaze locked on the traces of his own release coating his fingers Jack felt like drowning all over again. Only this time it was far from pleasant.

Sitting up too quickly for his worn body’s liking, the youngest guardian wiped his hand clean on his already ruined hoodie. Eyes wide with the shock of what he had just done. Who he had thought about while doing it. After tying his pants back up and pulling the rest of his clothing into place the weight of his actions began to settle in. An awful feeling of dread settled in his gut while blue eyes stared unfocused at nothing.

Why had he done that? Just what had possessed him to go down that road? This was bad. No; not just bad. This was the worst. He was a guardian. And Pitch was the enemy. No matter that they worked together briefly; he was still their enemy! And to make matters worse; it wasn’t even Pitch who had lured him into those sinful actions. It was his own twisted, weird mind that wanted this.
Oh gods; he was so screwed. How could he deny his feelings for the dark spirit now? That wasn’t just some weird attraction that Jack felt whenever the Shadowmancer was close to him. In fact; Pitch hadn’t even been present at all. So there was no one but himself that he could blame right now. The white haired teen buried his face in his palms; shaking his head weakly. “What the hell is wrong with me...”

~.~.~.

Golden eyes glared daggers at the mist cloaked globe; willing the dreaded dark magic to vanish and reveal its masters hideout. His trusty nightmares still hadn’t managed to get a glimpse of the Necromancer; nor had they been able to gather information about his plans. Pitch was completely in the dark; literally. He didn’t know when or where the crazy spirit would attack. He had no idea how long they had to find the sacred weapon before the inevitable battle. It had become apparent that the Lich wasn’t taking any chances. No, he would wait and gather his strength before the final strike. Make sure his army was ready and strong enough to stand against the forces of good. But how long would it take? How many souls had he already devoured to strengthen his vile magic? How many bodies entombed to use as his puppets? Pitch didn’t know. So far all he knew was that the insane menace was back for good and had way more power than the creature ever deserved.

Eyes still fixed on the slowly spinning globe it took him a moment to realize that his shadows had become restless. Something wasn’t right. A dark aura filled the entrance hall of the lair; followed swiftly by the sickeningly sweet scent of decay. Narrowing his eyes the nightmare king turned, ready to face the unwelcome visitor. At least now he had a good idea where the crazed Necromancer was lurking around. Not that he liked the idea of that creature in his lair, but he couldn’t keep the Lich out, even if he wanted. That monster had his methods to get access to any realm he wished. And sadly, right now he also had the power to do so.

“Ah, what a pleasure to see you again, old friend. Have you missed me?” Golden eyes widened for a split second before Pitch’s expression became blank once more. He had expected another mindless puppet; not the Necromancer himself. The initial shock of seeing the other spirit personally before him was quickly snuffed out. This would be trouble; he knew it. Getting rid of the real one would be much more complicated than deposing of the rotted body he had used as his messenger the last time.  
Keeping his gaze levelled the nightmare king didn’t sound too thrilled when he answered. “What do you want? I think I made it clear that I don’t wish to see your puppets or you in my domain.”

A wicked smile stretched on the face of the man that could have been described as handsome; if it weren’t for the unhealthy hue of his skin. He wasn’t intimidated by Pitch; nor was he bothered by the hostility he received. In fact, he was completely ignoring that he wasn’t welcome. With slow but steady steps he walked over to the other dark spirit.

“Ah, I was trapped for so long, and this is how you welcome me after all this time? I’m disappointed.” The smile on the necromancers’ lips never disappeared; his greyish skin a sharp contrast to the dark clothing. Pitch couldn’t hide the slight scowl when he took in the others’ appearance. He hadn’t changed at all. The same medieval outfit on the same youthful body. A body he had made his own long ago; stolen from a mortal that must have been royalty once. At least that’s the story his aristocratic features and finely tailored clothing told. Then again; during his first banishment the Necromancer was reduced to nothing but ashes and an insane soul. So he was probably just taking on this look with means of his magic for old times sake. “Still borrowing that face I see. Don’t you grow tired of it?”  

A nonchalant shrug was the answer Pitch received. “It’s quite fitting, don’t you agree? Besides; I wanted to make sure you remember who I am upon first sight. After you had trouble when I sent only my messenger.” As if the smell wasn’t enough to recognize him. The Nightmare King felt a familiar burning of rage in his stomach; calling upon his shadows to form his scythe in his hand.
“How considerate of you. You have five seconds to leave.” Even the battle stance the Shadowmancer took didn’t seem to impress the still smiling intruder.

“Now, no need for hostilities. I’m not here to fight. I merely wanted to propose an offer to you.” An intimidating snarl was the answer. “Not interested; Legion. Leave.” With an insane cackle the Lich King was right in Pitch’s face; one hand holding the scythe with surprising strength. He couldn’t wrench the weapon free but he stood his ground. Fierce golden eyes met with burning red ones; only inches apart. The sweet scent of rot and decay was unbearable this close. Leaning in the Lich King; Legion; used his free hand to hold Pitch in place. “You remember my name? What an honour.”  

Grinding his teeth in hardly suppressed fury Pitch all but snarled at the intruder. “I’m not interested in whatever it is you have to offer. So get lost.”

Another manic chuckle and the traces of corrupted magic filled the air. “As you wish; but know that you will regret your decision. Standing against me is much more unpleasant than being by my side.” With those parting words the crazed spirit leaned in even closer; forcing his mouth upon Pitch’s with bruising strength. The Nightmare King reeled backwards; finally getting control of his scythe again and bringing the deadly weapon down. It met with cold stone; the Necromancer vanished in the blink of an eye. With an outraged cry the dark spirit lashed out blindly. Black metal colliding violently with pillars and crumbling staircases. How dare that creature?! Oh, how he would make him pay.

~~~tbc.

Whooo; we’re finally getting somewhere; aren’t we, Jack?
Oh boy; must be hard to finally come to terms with your feelings for your arch nemesis. Especially while you should be worried about other things. Like maniacs trying to kill off humanity. Or said maniacs smooching your wet dream – material’s face.

Whew; that was a fun chapter!

Thank you all for the reviews, you guys! :3
I will try my best to finish the next chapter soon since so many of you are still reading this! <3
Curiosity and Nightmares 9
This time a RotG - FF! Meow :3

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Jack could still remember the shudder that ran down his spine when he first met him in his lair. He dismissed the feeling as nothing but fear back then. It's hard to ignore your feelings however, when you're forced to work with your worst enemy. Why couldn't things ever be easy for the guardian of fun? [BlackIce]


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Curiosity and Nightmares

Rating: M

Pairing: BlackIce

By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]

Eight Chapter: Holy magic and unholy dreams.

Blue eyes began to close slowly, gaze going out of focus as the hours drew late. It had been a while since Jack was left alone in his room yet again and he had quickly run out of ways to keep himself entertained. He had opted for lazily sitting on the windowsill, the cool wind and snow brushing through his hair. Since the winter spirit hadn’t bothered to close the window of his room the freezing breeze could caress his skin unhindered. Not that he would mind it; being so used to the icy temperatures. The frost teen waited for the time to pass so he could go meet up with Pitch. As much as he hated to admit it, Jack actually looked forward to visiting the dark lair. Not because the nightmare king was there, of course. He just wanted to do something useful and aid his friends in their oncoming battle. It wasn’t like he actually liked to spend time with the sinister dark spirit or anything. And he totally wasn’t thinking about MiM’s weird messages anymore, either.
Or at least those were the last coherent thoughts of the youngest guardian before he succumbed to sleep. One might say sleeping so close to an open window with one of his legs dangling out comfortably wasn’t exactly the safest position; but the wind being Jack’s oldest friend; the boy had little worries on that part.

Jack couldn’t have foreseen what other dangers he had just surrendered himself to, of course. If the angry glowing eyes glued to his sleeping form weren’t any indication; then the menacing whine from the horses muzzle sure was. He shouldn't have assumed the nightmare to have left along with Pitch. Because she hadn't and now it was her turn for payback.

~.~.~.

Pitch found himself leaning over some dusty old tome yet again, fingers trailing over the yellowed pages. The ancient drawing before him was showing an armoured figure wielding a sword that seemed to emit an unearthly glow. With a sigh he continued to read; the tale before him nothing more than a legend, but so far their best shot. If the sword described in the old book truly existed, then it would be just what they needed. The magic sealed within originating from a ancient goddess of light; the perfect weapon to pierce the darkness and break its hold on all of the trapped souls. Without them the Lich King’s body would crumble to ashes once more, his vile spirit left behind to be banished again.
The only problem with this plan being that he had no idea if the sword truly existed. Even if it did; where to start searching for it? Only the books knew the answer. Dark tendrils slithered from his cloak; trailing up the giant bookshelves and pulling out whatever tome or scroll Pitch needed next. The shadows dropped an extraordinary thick and heavy book in front of their master. This would be a long day indeed...

~.~.~.

Closing the dusty cover the Nightmare King left the ancient library; ascending the stairs to the higher levels of his lair deep in thought. From what he had gathered from the books and scrolls the most likely place for the sword to be hidden away were the abandoned ruins of the once glorious temples of the goddess. A realm that wasn’t easy to access, for it rested as far below ground as Pitch’s own dwelling in the nether world. The race that had once worshipped the goddess and had been gifted with the holy artefact had long since vanished. After their extinction their glorious capital had been swallowed by the depths; the white magic and their treasured sword forgotten along with them.

Opening an entrance to the now barren and nightmarish realm should be no problem for the Shadowmancer, though. After that the real work would start. He had no idea what unholy creatures had chosen to make the ruined city their new home, but they sure weren’t anything pleasant to deal with, that much was certain. And to make matters worse, he had to find the well hidden weapon probably guarded by spell traps and ancient magic while the frost boy tagged along.
A frown crossed Pitch’s features at the prospect. He would very much prefer to do this on his own, but there was another thing with weapons embedded with holy magic. Their metal could not be touched by anything that originated from the darkness and shadows like Pitch himself. Just trying to get his hands on it would burn his skin at best; suck his very powers from him at worst. So that was out of the question; he needed the assistance of a creature that drew it's powers from a different source. J

Jack happened to be one; luckily. Of course he wouldn’t admit his weakness to this very weapon to the boy; who knew what the guardians would do with that knowledge later? It was enough for Jack to know that they needed the sword to kill the Lich King and that the boy had to carry it back to the lair. He would probably complain, but Pitch had no doubt that the frost spirit would do it in the end. The boy being so hell bent on showing the guardians that he was useful in battle; he’d much likely do just about anything. A smirk crept on the dark spirits features when he reached the upper levels of his lair. The boys stupid wish to be seen as equal by the other guardians really proved useful.

There were some preparations to make, if he wanted to have a portal ready and open by nightfall. He also had to increase security in his lair for the span of time he would be gone. He hardly looked forward to a bunch of undead in his dwelling when he returned. And he better be quick about all of that. It wouldn’t be long before Jack showed up; Pitch was sure of it. The overeager boy hardly ever able to control his own curiosity.

~.~.~.

Cold sweat was glistening on pale skin; blue eyes searching the darkness surrounding him frantically. What was happening? Where was he? Jack didn’t know; and he didn’t like the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach one bit. His surroundings were slowly closing in on him; or so it appeared. With shaking hands the frost spirit attempted to grasp onto anything solid within the abyss of blackness he was trapped in. Without much success, since there was absolutely nothing to hold onto.
After sheer endless minutes of panic rising in his chest, the boy finally heard a familiar voice. ‘Why so scared, Jack?’ A deep chuckle followed and the boy felt a shiver run down his spine. Spinning in circles uselessly and unseeing Jack tried to make out the source of the voice. Nothing. He wanted to call out; to speak; scream; anything; but his lips wouldn’t obey. He was trapped; muted by the darkness pressing down on his throat and utterly helpless. None of these were feelings he really liked; at all. It felt as if Jack’s ribcage would burst at any moment with the frantic pounding of his heart.
When the boy was finally able to make out some of his surroundings, he really wished to still be blinded. All he could see where long; black tendrils of sand crawling towards him from all directions. When they reached the paralysed body of their victim they began to slowly creep up the boys pale legs. Like shadowy fingers they traced Jack’s jaw, making the boy fight his restrains harder. The fear was overwhelming by now. He couldn’t breathe; couldn’t move. A sinister laugh echoing in the void surrounding him; the boy clenched his blue eyes shut.

The lithe body was shivering; sleeping face contorted into a grimace of distress. Hands gripped the wood of the staff tightly while Jack suffered through the nightmare. He hadn’t woken up jet; the dark magic of the shadow horse hovering next to him keeping him in his awful dream world. With a satisfied whinny the mare pulled her muzzle back from where she had it pressed against Jack’s temple. That served the awful frost boy just right! She would make sure to turn every of the boys dreams into a horrible nightmare whenever she could from now on. She would show him what it meant to make enemies with a nightmare! The kid would regret messing with her.

~.~.~.

By now the pole all around the pair on the windowsill was dark; the short hours of light already over. Guards were all over the workshops grounds; the mare had to be careful not to be seen. But naturally the yetis and patrolling elves paid more attention to everything around the building, not its windows. They couldn’t know that the naive winter spirit was currently tormented by the angry shadow horse.

It would be time for the boy to meet up with her master soon. So she better not keep the stupid sprite asleep for too long. With a low whine the mare lowered her head again, nudging the spirits shoulder. Of course the boy didn’t budge; let alone wake up. Snorting in annoyance the horse began to nibble on some strands of white hair; hoping that would wake the little pest. While she let the strange soft texture of the teens’ hair distract her, she paid less attention to keeping Jack’s dream highly unpleasant. Glowing eyes going half mast; the nightmare forgot her self - proclaimed task to make Jack’s dreams hell and just drifted lazily next to the sleeping body. The kid wasn’t so annoying when asleep; she noticed.
And he didn’t shoo her away like her master usually did, either. So this close proximity, it was rather pleasant.

Loosing focus completely, the black creature let her head rest on the boys shoulder while she blew warm breath into his hair. Rather fun; she had to agree. And oddly relaxing. If only the nightmare king would allow her to get this close. Oh how she wished her master would be so careless during his rest. While distracted like this, the mare somehow missed the transformation from the winter spirits nightmare into something else.

Skilled fingers trailed up pale skin; making Jack arch his back. The grip of the dark tendrils around his arms and legs was still strong; but not bruising anymore. They rather kept his body in place than hurt him. A deep chuckle close to his ear made the boy gasp softly. ‘Jack.’  That familiar voice sent shivers down his spine. He tried to turn his head to get a look at his captor, only to feel a strong hand grasp his jaw. A warm body leaned against him from behind. Jack felt his pulse quicken; his cheeks flushed light blue. He was still trapped and bound; but strangely enough there was something else that coiled in the pit of his stomach as well as fear. Excitement. A foreign thrill rushing through the winter spirits veins.
Pitch’s hand that wasn’t holding Jack in place trailed up the boys’ front; fingernails grazing the fragile white skin. With another low chuckle the dark spirit pressed down harder; leaving angry red lines over the younger spirits exposed chest. Not deep enough to draw blood; but rough enough to make the boy whimper. ‘Relax, Jack.’
There was that voice again. That velvety, deep voice the frost spirit had never found to be so intoxicating before. Another gasp was drawn from slightly parted lips when the nightmare king allowed his fingers to trace the waistband of Jack’s trousers. ‘It won’t hurt.’ The hand holding his jaw in place now trailed down the exposed throat; lips wearing a wicked grin blew warm breath against the boys’ ear. Jack couldn’t suppress the low moan that slipped from his lips when those skilled fingers trailed even lower. ‘Much.’ A sharp tug on his hair and pain was the next thing he knew.

With a sharp gasp Jack sat up; almost dropping his staff in the process. Blue eyes disoriented and frantic. He was breathing hard; eyes darting around nervously for a moment longer. His cheeks were tinted a light blue; pulse racing. His whole body felt a bit warmer than it should. “W- what the-?!”

When his eyes landed on a furiously glaring nightmare, blowing hot breath into his hair, the youngest guardian had barely time to leap back inside the guest room. Landing on the floor ungracefully he gasped; raising his staff protectively in front of him. In his dazed and a little confused state, he had totally forgotten that the horse couldn’t enter. Angry hooves stomped down on thin air; smoke trailing from flaring nostrils. Boy was that mare pissed. Swallowing thickly when he registered that the creature couldn’t follow him, Jack lowered the staff again. What was it with this thing trying to kill him? Seriously. What had he ever done to that stupid horse? And why did she always show up after that kind of dream? Not funny; at all.
Slowly getting his erratic breathing back under control the boy sat up; giving the mare an equally angry look. “What do you want from me all the time?! Can’t you just go away or something? You hate me; I get it; but that’s no damn reason to trample me in my sleep!”

Huffing angrily, the horse kept her distance to the window but didn’t vanish. She couldn’t enter but she would sure as hell not leave. That infuriating boy wouldn’t get away with this! She would teach him to show proper respect when it came to her master! Even when the stupid sprite had just dreamed about Pitch and not really interacted with him. Her nostrils kept emitting dark smoke while she remembered all too vividly what this brat had imagined her beloved master to be doing. It was beyond outrageous! If he thought she would just allow that nosy kid anywhere near her master’s bed, he was dead wrong. She’d be damned if she wouldn’t try her hardest to prevent that dream from coming true. Ever. The next second ugly curtains were drawn shut right before her eyes; the window slammed closed as well. All that glared back at the mare were awful little reindeer now. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

~.~.~.

Leaning against the wall next to the now closed window Jack sank to his knees; cheeks still a few shades too dark. He brought his hands up to bury his burning face in them; trying his hardest to ignore the embarrassment. So one of Pitch’s stupid angry horses had most likely just witnessed him having a nightmare. A nightmare that somehow; don’t ask how; turned into some kind of twisted little fantasy of Pitch having his way with him. And Jack enjoying it. Oh. God.
He was in dire need of serious help. With a frustrated groan he allowed his hands to rest in his lap; holding his precious staff close. “That’s it. I’m slowly going crazy.”
The white haired teen allowed his head to fall back and hit the wall with a soft thud. Glaring up at the ceiling he couldn’t help but recall MiM's message. “That’s all your fault; you know?” Jack wasn’t sure if the man in the moon could hear him, but blaming him made the boy feel a bit better. Not much; but it was a start.

So he might be having a certain kind of feelings for Pitch. Or some totally weird kind of crush. Or maybe just attraction. Yeah; that must be it. He felt attracted to the older spirit somehow because of MiM’s stupidity. It wasn’t as if he actually liked Pitch; he was just desperate. His stupid body made him react the way he did, not his mind. That was the only reason for the weird sensation in his stomach whenever the dark spirit was close. It was nothing but sexual tension that made him shiver when Pitch leaned in to tease him. Even back in Antarctica, it must have been that what caused the strange tight feeling in his throat. Jack was just touch depraved after a good 300 years of being lonely. This wasn’t about Pitch; it was just about wanting anybody to keep him company! Even if a nagging little voice in the back of his head told the boy otherwise. He mentally screamed at it to shut up and go die in some corner before he got up. That’s it; he wouldn’t even think about this anymore!

With a deep breath the teen cleared his head of any and all weird thoughts concerning Pitch. He had to meet up with the dark spirit about now if they wanted to get anything accomplished tonight; so he better get going instead of fantasizing about-... yeah.
About nothing. He was so done with that for tonight. No, not just tonight. In general. Thankfully the encounter with the scary mare had helped his body to cool down after the heated dream pretty fast. Those horses were a serious mood killer. Not that he was complaining right now...

With his staff in hand Jack walked over to his bed, grimacing. So he had to actually get under that? Ugh. Pitch was such a creeper; for real. Without any enthusiasm the winter spirit crawled beneath the bed; touching the black void beneath it cautiously. It seemed to be nothing but shadows; and it didn’t hurt to touch it. So there wasn’t any harm in going down there; right? Right. The other guardians would sure as hell have argued about that; but they weren’t here. Besides, it was their fault Jack had to work together witch Pitch in the first place. If they would have included him in their planes, he wouldn’t have to do this. So with one last glance back into the room he descended into the darkness.

~.~.~.

Stumbling a bit the white haired boy emerged from the shadows slithering on a wall in the entrance hall of Pitch’s lair. With wide eyes and gasping for breath Jack looked around, one hand clutching his staff tightly. The dark spirit couldn’t help the low laugh. Maybe he should have warned the boy how unpleasant travelling through shadows could be if one was inexperienced? Oh well; too late for that. Pitch stepped up to the other spirit after Jack had spotted him. “You could have told me how awful this is, you know?!”

With a shrug Pitch walked past the boy, waving a hand at him so the teen would follow. “Sure I could have; but where’s the fun in that?”  It was almost physically painful how hard Jack glared at the others back while he started to tag along. Almost. “Screw you...”
The older spirit raised a brow at the insult; amused by the boys antics. “Those humans sure have a bad influence on you, Jack.” Rolling his eyes the winter spirit decided not to get into that kind of argument with Pitch right now. They would end up engaged in a shouting match before they even started their search. The only reason he was here to begin with. “Whatever. Let's just get going...”

The short journey through a barely lit corridor ended with them standing in front of an ancient looking archway. Jack stood behind the taller spirit, taking in the uninviting blackness before them. “What’s that?” Lifting one hand Pitch began to draw what appeared to be some sort of symbols and runes into the nothingness. “It’s a passage. A sealed one. This will hopefully lead us to where I assume a weapon we could use is hidden.” Nodding in understanding, Jack stood by and watched his former enemy unseal the entrance. Those words didn't sound very promising, but what could he do? There was no way he would ever be able to find that weapon on his own. “And what kind of weapon are we looking for, exactly?”

“You’ll know when you see it. The magic embedded in it is strong; even you will be able to feel it.” With a huff Jack crossed his arms; otherwise ignoring the comment. He wasn’t stupid; contrary to popular believe. Even if he hadn’t learnt much about magic other than his own in his 300 years of existence. “So; what’s the deal with this place then? What do you need me for, anyway?”

There was the question Pitch had hoped to avoid. He didn’t take his eyes off of the archway while he finished the last runes.
“It’s been decades since I last visited this particular realm. I have no idea who; or rather what; will be waiting in there.” Now if that didn’t sound like fun. Jack raised his staff when the dark runes before them began to glow in an eerie green light. Okay; creepy. Black magic sure was interesting to look at, but he would have preferred to stay away from it as far as possible. The greenish light intensified, the shadows shifting beneath the symbols.
After a moment however the glow subsided; a heavy door made of black stone becoming visible in the archway. So, this was their gate to this other realm? Great; easier than Jack had imagined it to be to get there. “Alright; here we go.”

The guardian reached for the handle before Pitch even had a chance to. He was more than eager to find this weapon and prove himself useful. “I wouldn’t be so careless if I were you. There could be traps and vile creatures lurking around every corner, you know?” Ignoring the nightmare king's remark, the door was pushed open; revealing a staircase carven into old stone. Without many second thoughts the frost spirit stepped into the narrow passage. “Sounds just like your lair to me, and I survived that, too.” A glare was directed at Jack’s back when he began walking. The nerve of that boy.

“Why am I even putting up with you...” Jack failed to hear the muttered response from his temporary ally while he already climbed the stairs. Pitch followed; not wanting his companion getting killed before they even made it past the threshold of the lost city. He needed the boy to get the sword back to his lair, after all.

“Is it just me or does it smell like something is rotting down here?” The Shadowmancer had caught up with Jack; noticing the strange fragrance as well. They reached the end of the stairs; light shining through the cracks of the old door now before them. This time it was Pitch to open it; his shadows easily slipping into the lock and making the old metal give way. Once on the other side of the door, they were quick to locate the origin of the awful stench. They stepped into an abandoned temple; a half broken statue of a snake like goddess next to the entrance. Someone had apparently placed bowls full of strange glowing fruits and mushrooms in front of it. Quite a while ago; from the looks of it. Jack made a face at the decaying sacrifices for the stone goddess.

“Ew. If I where her, I’d be pissed if someone offered me crap like that.” Pitch just rolled his eyes at the boys comment; stepping farther into the ruined building. So far he couldn’t sense any ancient magic; nor any warding spells or enchanted guardians. This was odd. He had expected the dwellers of the domain to be around the old entrance.
“Well; whoever left those sacrifices can’t be too far away, so we better make this quick.” Jack nodded; not to keen on finding out what kind of creepy things lived in a ruined cave city underground, worshipping a snake lady. He looked around the broken down walls and cracked pillars. Once upon a time this place must have been a true work of craftsmanship. “Any clue on where to start?”

Pitch lead the way to a destroyed wall to their right; getting a good view over the rest of the city. The temple they currently stood in was craven into solid stone; the other buildings below them in what seemed to be a giant underground cave. Really, it was huge. To think that a city this big existed so far underground was breathtaking.
There was a strange sort of gloomy light fluttering in from cracks in the caves’ ceiling, too high up for Jack to make out where it came from exactly. It wasn’t daylight; that much was for sure. The crumbling buildings stretched far; filling the whole cave. The stone walls on the other end weren't even visible to the guardian. Between the ruined houses below grew strange tree – like plants, all of them giving off the same weird glow like the rotting fruit.

One could only imagine what this place must have looked like in its prime. Everything was artfully crafted, but slowly succumbing to the nature that claimed it back. From their high position it was easy to make out an extraordinary big building; not that far away from their current location. From afar Jack guessed it to be a palace of some kind; or maybe a bigger temple. Next to him Pitch gave a thoughtful hum; finally deciding to let the guardian in on his plan. “The sword we’re searching for is a holy artefact; a gift from one of the goddesses the villagers worshipped. Or so the books claim.”

Jack listened while following the taller spirit cautiously through the ruins. He didn’t feel all that safe surrounded by creepy glowing plants and old stone. “It’s been decades since the citizens vanished. But according to my tomes, the sword should still be here.” Okay; to say that Jack felt insecure down here was the understatement of the year. There was no wind whatsoever; so he was stuck with walking. The whole ruined city felt cold and smelled like mould. Not even starting on the damp air around them. Pitch obviously knew a lot about this awful place though; so the winter spirit didn’t have problems with letting the other lead.

“Finding it will be a bit of a problem, tough. Our best shot is probably the main temple.” Assuming that the Shadowmancer was talking about the huge building they had spotted earlier, Jack just nodded. Blue eyes watched the broken walls and looming houses around them wearily. He couldn’t help the feeling that something was watching them. Probably just his own paranoia, because he was not used to being underground for so long, but better safe than sorry. The guardians’ hands never left his staff during their little journey through the lifeless streets of the abandoned capital. He tried to identify the materials the buildings around them had been made of, but he hadn't encountered anything like it before. Neither was any of the plants or trees familiar to him. Not to mention the glowing giant mushrooms. “As long as we get out of here quickly again, I’m good.”  

~.~.~.

When they finally reached the once proud temple building, Jack allowed his guard to drop a little. So far nothing too bad had happened; aside from him almost stumbling into walls and ancient pit traps. Thankfully he had managed to avoid getting impaled by wooden spears a while ago by grabbing onto Pitch’s cloak. Needless to say that the look the older spirit had given him made Jack let go again like he had been burned. A little bit of awkward silence had followed that incident; broken by Pitch when the dark spirit decided to talk about the forgotten culture some more. Not that the guardian of fun cared all that much; but anything was better than walking next to your once – enemy in total silence.
Neither of them were sure how long it had taken them to get to the temple; the strange light from above never changing its angle or getting darker. While Jack wandered about behind Pitch, much more at ease now that they were out of the narrow streets, the nightmare king was on edge. If the sword was really hidden away in here; there sure as hell was something protecting it. It was strange enough that they hadn't encountered any of the new habitants of this place by now. Everything about the maze that was this temple just spelled danger.
He glanced over his shoulder at the frost spirit; currently busy freezing some weird glowing plant. Yeah; it was up to him to prevent them both from being killed; obviously. “Try not to touch anything; alright?”

An annoyed huff was the answer. “Come on, Pitch! So far we’ve seen nothing but stone, rubble and creepy plants! What’s the worst that can happen?” As if on cue Jack’s bare feet landed on a stone plate that sunk into the ground; the spirit cringing at the sound of it. Pitch barely had time to react. Stepping in front of the foolish frost boy, he raised a wall of shadows before them both. Successfully blocking a barrage of deadly arrows that came shooting from the opposite wall. When he allowed his shield to vanish a few dozen arrows clattered to the stone floor. He gave Jack a look before stepping away from him again. “Whops...”

Okay, so he had not seen that coming. But really; who could guess that there were traps embedded in the freaking ground? This place was just horrible and the sooner they found that weapon and got out of there, the better. Jack followed the taller spirit deeper into the temple, avoiding any other traps. Thankfully Pitch was much better in detecting any hidden pressure plates and similar stuff. The older spirits’ shadows slithered over the stone floor, searching for traces of magic or other; more deadly stuff.
Just when Jack got distracted by some bug that had at least ten legs; (how the hell does that thing have so many legs?!) Pitch stopped. Naturally, the frost spirit walked right into him with a startled yelp. “What the-?!”

A tendril of shadow silenced the boy before he could go on. Jack’s eyes went wide; hands gripping the shade out of instinct, trying to pry it off. Whoa; that was way too similar to a certain dream he recently had to be comfortable. Feeling his cheeks heat up a little he glared at the dark spirit. Pitch on the other hand didn’t pay any attention to the guardian behind him. Golden eyes were fixed on the path before them, leading up to a big double door.

“This door is heavily guarded. Whatever lies behind it must be important. If we’re careful, maybe we can make it in without triggering the warding spells.” An annoyed huff was the only answer he got from Jack. Finally the shadows retreated, allowing the frost spirit to use his mouth again. “Was that really necessary?!” Pitch just shrugged before he slowly advanced on the entrance. “Knowing you, you’d probably walk right in there like some idiot.” Sure; like he was that stupid! What did that arrogant king take him for? Ugh. The way people treated him lately was beyond frustrating, really.
With an annoyed sigh Jack crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back against a wall. He watched the older spirit with little interest while Pitch tried to untangle the threads of magic sealing the doors. Why did it take so long to un - weave some stupid ancient spell? Couldn’t they just blast the doors open or something? Probably not. Who knows what that would trigger? Jack didn’t exactly look forward to finding out what the magical traps did. The normal ones were bad enough.

While he observed the others work quietly from afar, the winter spirit failed to notice something moving above him. A fatal mistake, because the creature slowly descending the wall was anything but friendly. Its scaled body barely made a sound while it slithered along the cracked stone and plant roots. Clawed fingers reached out for the unaware guardian; deadly fangs bared. Just as the monstrous creature was about to pounce on its prey, did Jack look up. A chocked scream tore from the boys’ throat while he stumbled backwards. Barely avoiding the talons that clawed across the wall where he had been standing a second ago.

Holy crap; what is that?! Jack hadn’t expected to actually meet anything living down here; much less something as horrendous as that! He scrambled away from the creature on the wall; fingers searching for his staff while his eyes were still fixed on the snake like monster. It had an almost humanoid body shape. At least from the waist up; because the lower half of it was nothing but a scaled tail with odd fins sticking out at different angles. The upper body was what frightened Jack more; because holy hell, those teeth! It had a lot of them. In fact, more than any creature should ever have! Dirty, ragged strands of hair cascaded down the female looking upper body. It's hands were also scaled and ending in gruesome looking talons. There were no visible eyes on its head; only the inhumanly large mouth filled with a few rows of razor sharp teeth. Oh god; and the stench of it! Like that thing lived in nothing but dirt and mould and rotting plants! “Holy-?!”

Everything happened way too fast for Jack’s liking. The creature leapt off of the wall with a kind of speed the guardian didn’t know it possessed. A blood freezing wail tore from the deformed mouth when it landed right in front of Jack. Talons reached for the staff before he could even use it, pressing the arm holding it down. Now the awful smelling monster was looming over the white haired spirit; rows and rows of sharp teeth snapping at him. It took all his strength to push the horrible snake lady back with his remaining free hand. His fingers iced over the monsters shoulder, but that only seemed to make it angrier. Gasping for breath and desperately trying to fend off the beast, Jack cried out. “Pitch! I could use some help here!”
When there was no immediate answer blue eyes scanned the room for the dark spirit over his shoulder; still struggling to keep the thing above him at bay. Apparently the stinking snake hadn’t come alone. The older spirit was currently busy fighting off at least three more of those things with his scythe. So Jack was on his own for now. Just great.
Another gurgling wail and his attention snapped back to the monster he was currently fighting. Her tail had wedged itself between the winter spirits legs, the lower part of it curling around his left ankle. It felt cold and kind of slimy where it touched his bare feet. Eww.

The wood of his staff creaked threateningly where the talons dug into it, forcing it down. Jack couldn’t even feel his hand anymore, so strong was the grip this monster had on him. “L- let go!” He all but screamed at the creature, but of course her grip remained iron – like. Jack’s hand pushing her away grew weaker under the enormous weight and began to give. Snapping yaws coming closer, saliva dripping onto his hoodie. Ewwww.
A sharp pain in his side made him cry out again; the talons of the hand that wasn’t holding Jack’s staff down had cut into his side. And boy; did that hurt! Why does this beast have to have claws this sharp?! Gods!

Finally managing to get one of his feet free he began to kick at the massive tail. More shrieking and agonising wails leaving the horrible mouth. The grip around his left leg began to tighten, her tail cutting off the blood flow. With a pained gasp Jack lashed out again; freezing the skin on the arm that had wounded him. His side throbbed dully when the snake pulled her talons back; only to bring them down on the guardians’ neck. Not good!

He could feel the strength of that monster crushing his windpipe. He still pushed her head away the best he could, but he couldn’t breathe anymore. Crap; he could really use some help right about now! When black dots began to dance in front of his eyes, he was pretty sure that he would die there. Chocked to death by a scary snake lady with a bazillion teeth ready to eat him. Not the end he had imagined for himself. Not at all.
Jack’s lungs burned painfully and he felt himself becoming light headed. Just when his grip on the beasts’ head loosened and she came diving down to bite into him, he felt a swipe of air right above his face. The pain he had expected didn’t come; instead he was slowly losing consciousness. Right before his vision faded to black the guardian felt something hot splattering onto his face. Hopefully that thing wasn’t drooling on him again...

~~~tbc.

Annnd here we go with the next chapter!
I’m curious; is anybody still reading this story?

Because it would be kind of pointless to keep writing on something that everybody lost interest in. A few reviews would be appreciated, letting me know if you’d still like to read more of C&N. If some of you still want to know what happens next, I’ll continue! :3

Also, that's no drool don't worry, Jack :_D
Curiosity and Nightmares 8
This time a RotG - FF! Meow :3

Summary:


Jack could still remember the shudder that ran down his spine when he first met him in his lair. He dismissed the feeling as nothing but fear back then. It's hard to ignore your feelings however, when you're forced to work with your worst enemy. Why couldn't things ever be easy for the guardian of fun? [BlackIce]


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Getting some of the chapters over here, they have been out on FF a looong while now, haha. I just forgot to
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Fandom: Invader Zim

Rating: M (Lot's of swearing and some rather naughty stuff)

By: Shadako [FF] CuzIzHot [DA]

Part 2: This is so not consensual.

I’m not sure how I always manage to get myself into these awful situations, it just happens. Guess the universe really, really hates me. Why, you ask? Well, some might call me a pessimist or depressed or the likes, but I'm not. Trust me, I'm perfectly fine. In fact, my life could be great, if it wasn't for a certain annoying alien creature. Yeah, that might sound like I blame all of my problems on him somehow. And most of the time, I do. Just like right now. I could be at home, reading some online blog about paranormal activity in peace and quiet. But I'm not. And guess why? Right. Zim.

Instead of having a normal evening like any other teenage boy, I had to be captured by a crazy monster from space. Right now I’m strapped to some damn cold metal table in the underground lab of my insane alien nemesis. Staring in horror at the 3D models of the human body his computer is showing. They are surprisingly accurate. But then again, most things in Zim's recent researches are, ever since he discovered how to use the internet. I can't read a thing with all these irken symbols decorating the various body parts. Not that I need to read it to know what that crazy alien has in mind. I swallow dryly, feeling my skin heating up uncomfortably.
Yeah, it looks like I’ll be his living test subject for that kind of research. I’ve got some ideas of what he might do, but I really hope all of them are wrong. I renew my struggle against the bonds, to no avail. What does he use to make these things? I'll never get out of those. Sadly, not only his knowledge about humans has improved lately. The tight feeling in the pit of my stomach is getting worse. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I frantically try to free myself when his sugar coated voice suddenly rings through the lab again.

“What’s wrong, Dib-human? You seem nervous all of a sudden.” That little alien bastard, like he doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong! Once I’m out of here I’ll strangle him. Well, if I ever get out of here at all, that is. He might still kill me in the end. Organs for his doom device, and all that. Chuckling lowly Zim steps closer to me, hands behind his back. How much I hate him for sounding so smug right now. How much I want to punch him straight in the face, too.

“Don’t worry; it won’t be that bad if you just cooperate. You won’t even die or get injured that badly.” The alien’s wicked smile tells me otherwise. He always was a bad liar and he still is. The internet isn't helping him with that, at least. Well, not that he's trying very hard right now. The sharp tool he toys with in one hand is flashing dangerously in the dim light. He takes a step closer to me, one claw once again tracing the fabric of my bloodstained shirt. For a moment the action itself seems almost gentle, the aliens smile never faltering. He is so enjoying the horror showing on my face. I bet he is recording this shit, too. Yeah, and thinking about that just made everything a whole lot more awful.

I don't take my eyes off of him, unsure of what will come next. Just as I allow my muscles to relax a little bit more when no pain follows Zim's movements, the insane space boy lifts his other hand, slicing the sharp tool right through the fabric. A sharp gasp escapes my throat and he is chuckling once again. Blinking a couple of times I look down, trying to catch a glimpse of possible injuries on my chest. My breathing slows down again when my eyes meet nothing but a sliced shirt. The crazy alien places the metallic tool somewhere outside of my line of view, speaking up again. “Come now; human. That didn't even break skin, no need to get so tense.”

It's kinda hard from my position on the table, but I try my hardest to glare bloody murder at him. “You're so gonna regret this, Zim.” I can tell he doesn’t really care about my protests and insults, just traces his clawed hand over my now partly exposed chest. The knot in my stomach tightens while I watch his wicked smirk before he tears the remains of my destroyed shirt away. Carelessly dropping the tattered fabric to the floor he examines my bare upper body. His long segmented tongue darts out and he licks his lips. Yup, I'm so not getting out of here alive. I’m doomed.

“I don't think you are in any position to threaten me, Dib-thing. Now, shall we begin?” How about we don't? I can't help but swallow hard, wrists pressing up against the restrains. It's not hard to tell that there is no getting out of this anymore. There sure as hell won't be anybody coming to save my ass, so it's all Zim's. Literally. Now if this isn't sweet. The closest thing to a sexual encounter I'll have so far will be the examination by some weird alien. Just fucking great.
I get distracted from my thoughts by the feeling of warm latex pressing against my throat. My heartbeat quickens when I feel Zim's claws digging into my skin and threatening to crush my windpipe. I can hear the pumping of my own heart in my ears and I desperately try to keep my racing pulse in check. Oh shit, what is this crazy alien going to do? Is he really trying to kill me here?
This sure as hell wasn't what I thought he would be doing. And yes, I do think getting undressed and sexually assaulted by Zim is better than dying from lack of oxygen. Just as I begin to feel lightheaded, he loosens his grip on me. Taking a deep breath I can't help but cough. For gods sake. This freaking alien monster. If my eyes weren't so busy watering up I would glare at him again. My hands fight against the death grip of the unyielding restrains, lungs sucking in air painfully.

“Calm down, human.” The Irken above me hums sweetly, seemingly satisfied with me coughing and wheezing. Yes, chocking people must be so damn much fun. Sick freak. He pulls his clawed hand away from my neck, a fact I'm very thankful for. Just you wait till I get out of here Zim, you'll pay for this. How you'll pay.

“I said you wouldn't die here today, didn't I?” His horribly sweet tone of voice makes me want to punch him in the face so bad. “So relax.” This awful extraterrestrial creature. How exactly does he expect me to freaking relax while he is chocking me to death?

“People usually have a hard time doing that while suffocating, you prick.” My voice sounds way too scratchy right now. God, I hate him.
I finally manage to get my racing heart to slow down somewhat, rhythm of my breathing returning to almost normal. He's doing this on purpose, this crazy alien. To get me all worked up and see me breaking beneath him. Well, bad news for you, Zim. I've been through enough crap over the years. It takes more than some violence to break me. The defiance must be showing on my face now, because his smirk is replaced by a thoughtful expression. After a few moments of silence the alien turns around, facing away from me. Ah, crap. I really, really shouldn't try to challenge him.

“Computer, let's get started with the real research. I'm done playing around for now.”

Crap. Like, really. Maybe I shouldn't backtalk so much. That's the second time today that my big mouth is getting me into trouble. Well, even more trouble than I'm already in. Dib to brain, stop talking before you think, please. Busy with my inner monologue, I miss the reply of Zim's computer. Apparently it had something to do with getting me fully undressed, because that's exactly what's happening now. Metallic limbs, scarily similar to those Zim's PAK is equipped with, make quick work of my shoes and pants. No freaking way. My eyes widen, body trashing against the metal that binds me once more.

“Zim, what the hell?” A low chuckle is my only answer while I can feel cold air hitting the bare skin of my legs. Fuck, this isn't happening. It can't be happening. But, sadly, it is. My life is so damn great. Shit.
I'm left with nothing on but my black boxers, and by now I'm as much embarrassed as I'm pissed off. How did he even get this retarded idea? And why bother, if he already has the stupid 3D models and what not? Oh god, this table is freaking cold.

“I'm serious, spaceboy. Get  this crap away from me!” Neither he nor his computer listen to me, and the metal limbs get closer to finishing their work. Crap; crap; crap. Zim is standing next to me once again, cockily leaning against the metal table I'm bound to. “What's wrong, human? Getting shy all of a sudden?”
Yeah, fuck off. Why can't he just go die in some lonely dark corner of space? Damn it, where is that crazy robot of his when I really could use some kind of distraction? Why don't things ever work out in any way that's favorable for me? Life is so damn awful.

“Just shut up, OK?” Not the best comeback to his mocking, but I'm having a bit of trouble concentrating on insulting Zim while I'm being stripped by his computer. My futile attempts of putting up a fight don't do any good and I end up completely naked and pretty helpless in the hands of my worst nemesis. Perfect. The alien however is very pleased, stepping back to admire his mechanical servants handiwork. And I would very much like to just disappear right about now. As if being this exposed isn't bad enough, now I'm being watched as well. Unable to stop my cheeks from heating up, I turn my head away from him. Not wanting to give him another reason to gloat about.

The awful laugh and taunting I expected however doesn't come, instead the alien stays silent while he moves closer to me. Every muscle in my body is as tense as a bowstring, waiting for the coming pain or humiliation. Or whatever it is the Irken has planned. If he even has a plan and isn't just fucking around with me for fun. I brace myself for the cutting of knifes, the sharp pain of needles and the stinging of more cold metal pressed into my skin. With a sharp intake of breath comes the first touch. My eyes are shut tightly.
But instead of the icy mechanical legs shoving syringes into my veins, a claw traces my collarbone. I don't dare to open my eyes for a moment longer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the fear in them. But even then there is no pain, only more touching. Which I dislike just as much.

I can't help the sharp intake of air when his fingers stroke down my rib cage. Unlike my expectations Zim's actions aren't followed by any painful bruises or scratches. All he does is map out my exposed chest with his hands. And that is a hundred times more awkward than having my skin sliced open. I can deal with the alien being violent, I'm used to that. But this? This is totally weird. Like, really.

“So many scars and imperfections. Your pathetic human skin can't be compared to that of an Irken at all.” Because irkens are great and humans suck, yeah, I've heard that one before. Despite the arrogant tone and insulting words, he slowly traces each of the scarred patches of skin on my chest. Down my stomach, stopping at my hipbone. Most of these scars are from fights with him. My anger is flaring up again, but only briefly because I finally have to courage to look at him. The alien's gaze is locked on a particularly jagged scar, mustering it with interest. “Where did you get this?”
I'm slightly taken aback by that question, swallowing down the curses I just wanted to throw at him.

“W- what?” Not my smartest response so far, I know. But what kind of random question is that, anyways? He isn't looking up. “This scar. Where did you get it?” I crane my neck and follow his gaze. The scar isn't as neat and straight as the others made by claws or sharp metal limbs. It takes me a moment before I recall where it came from.
“Some fight with Torque after school. What does it matter?” His large magenta eyes narrow dangerously, making me tense up again. Wrong answer, it seems. How the hell did that upset him now?

“That won't do. Not at all.” He turns around, snarling a order at his computer in his own tongue. The machine responds, then starts to run some scan's or whatever on my body. Still naked body, mind you. My glare mixes with an angry blush again. Have I mentioned before how much I hate being unable to move? And being naked in Zim's lab? Especially the last part.

“This needs to be fixed. No one is allowed to mark you but Zim, understood?” His tone is far too serious for the usual annoying Zim now. I don't answer, only glare back. With a murderous expression he reaches for the scalpel his computer is handing him. Without giving me any time to realize what's happening, he's already cutting into my skin. I yelp, trying to push my body back against the table to escape the sharp tool. As soon as the pain started it is gone again. Some strangely glowing tool attached to one of the many wires and metallic limbs  is closing the freshly made wound up again. Taking deep breaths I ball my hands into fists, trying to regain control over my body. I won't break. I won't let this stupid green menace see me breaking down. I've endured worse. I was just surprised by the sudden change of attitude in him, is all. Still, I don't exactly appreciate being cut into.

“What the hell was that for, you idiot?” Zim isn't paying me any attention, his gloved hands now once again tracing the wound. It doesn't hurt that much anymore. Just stings a bit, strangely enough. Risking a glance down I can see why. The weird alien tool thing the computer used on me healed the cut, still tender scar tissue closing it up. And by now I also realize why that insane green menace did it in the first place. The old, jagged scar some school bully had given me in a stupid fight is no longer visible. Instead, the new, slightly larger one Zim gave me adorns my skin. The edges nice and cleanly cut, like all the scars I received from the Irkens claws or weapons over the years. He smirks down at me. “There. Much better. Now, let's continue, eh?”
He is so very, very crazy. I don't bother with a response. What should I say anyways?  I'm too busy with being embarrassed to do much else. Satisfied with the way my so called imperfections look now, he continues to caress my skin. The black latex gloves feel warm on my body and with dawning horror I realize that the goosebumps I'm getting are not from the cold metal table anymore. It seems my traitorous body suddenly decided to actually take a liking to the alien's touches. Oh crap. No. No, this can not get any worse, I'm sure of it.

Biting down on the inside of my cheek I do all I can to keep my breathing in check. Zim doesn't have to know how his touches are effecting my body. It's purely teenage hormones, I swear! There is no other way why I would react to him like this. One claw is stroking down my hip bone now, going even lower. Gosh, this is embarrassing. His large alien eyes never leaving my body, making me feel like my skin is on fire. I don't think I ever blushed this hard before in my live. Maybe I should have hoped for the cutting open thing instad.

“You humans are so fragile, it's pathetic, really.” His tone of voice isn't the usual mocking one, he sounds thoughtful instead. Still his comment manages to rile me up enough to turn my head back in his direction, wanting to throw some more choice curses at him. “Yeah, why don't you just go and f-!” The words are stuck in my throat, as a gloved finger slowly trails over a rather private place. All I manage to get out is a surprised gasp. The alien looks up at my reaction, curious. “So that manages to shut you up, eh?”

“Screw you, Zim.” It's all I'm capable of biting out right now. I can't think properly while he is fondling me like this, let alone talk. The annoying smirk is back. “Very interesting.” No, no it's not. Go die, please. I squeeze my eyes shut when his clawed fingers slowly close around my length. Oh god. Trying my hardest to remind myself that this is the crazy, evil, moronic spaceboy who's touching me. I still fail to keep my body from reacting. Well, Shit. I can almost feel him grinning down at me, enjoying my display of weakness. “What's this, human?” He gives a slow stroke to my now hard member. “Could it be that you actually enjoy this? Being tied down and helpless, completely at Zim's mercy?”

A low chuckle follows while he continues his ministrations. It's getting hard for me to breath. Oh god, this is so much worse than any injury he could have inflicted on me. So much more humiliating. And yet, I feel my pulse quicken again. From excitement, not fear. I am so fucked up in the head. Eyes still closed and hands balled to fists, I can't keep my hips from bucking. Shit, shit, shit.
Zim's claw works faster, seemingly encouraged by my pathetic body's actions. My own ragged breathing fills the otherwise silent room, forcing me to admit that I'm actually enjoying this. And fuck yes, I do. It's weird, strange, completely and utterly fucked up. But damn, it feels good.

Mouth open and hips meeting his strokes, I try to keep my brain from completely shutting down. Without much success.
The warm latex slides smoothly down my heated arousal, killing my last resistance. Moaning like some twenty dollar whore, I arch my back off of the table as far as I can, trying to get more of this amazing friction. I'm too far gone to wonder why the irken is so silent through it all, too busy to notice his expression. Feeling the heat build up in my stomach, I bite my lip. I never felt anything close to this while doing it myself. One gloved finger caresses the tip while the others increase the strength of their grip around me. I can't take this.
With a throaty moan I finally lose it, coming to completion at the hands of my worst enemy. And while feeling as high as never before, I reach a new low in my life.

With blurry vision I watch Zim lift his hand, examining the evidence of my release. The sticky liquid coating the black latex of his glove. Another wave of shame washes over me, but I'm too tired and worn out to care. The events of the day finally taking their toll on me, I feel the painful throb in my head returning. Slowly drifting off into unconsciousness again, the last thing I remember seeing are those burning magenta eyes staring straight into mine.

~~~tbc.

Oh dear. Smut, anyone?
Well, took me long enough to get this chapter written, so I figured I'd give you all something to make it worth the wait. Heh, poor Dib. But then again, getting a handjob sounds more pleasant than getting cut open, doesn't it?

On another note, I haven't written any IZ fanfiction before. Not
sure if it's any good, but hell, I tried. So, till next chapter!
YOUR COMPLEX Part 2//This is so not consensual.
And up goes another FF! This time the Invader Zim universe! Meow :3

Summary:

When, exactly, did my life start to go wrong like this? Missing the bus, getting beaten up by some idiot, freezing myself to death, loosing consciousness due to blood loss and now getting abducted by an alien who is currently busy undressing me? I guess not even the best therapist would be able to fix me anymore… [ZaDr]

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