Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Smip and Kwe's story ❯ Chapter 2

Blinking slowly, Kwe begins to open his eyes. Everything is blurry at first as he tries to focus. He quickly finds, however, that he is nude and strapped down to an examination table. His disguise is long gone and his sensitive, Irken body is completely exposed for anyone that may happen upon him.

"AHHH!!! Why?? Why didn't I listen to my mother?! I'LL GET YOU SMIP! I'LL GET YOOOOOOOOUUUU!!!!"

Smip comes running in, quite alarmed at the screaming. He stops in mid step, blinking several times before running over and throwing a blanket over Kwe.

"Ah, jeez.. I'm so sorry about that! Um.. We kinda have a crazy robot and I think he may have eaten your clothes while I was gone.." He looks extremely stressed and embarrassed as he hopes that Kwe will believe him. "Just quit moving around and I'll get the straps off. I don't want you to get your skin pinched or anything." When Kwe calms down enough, he presses the release button for the table straps. "I don't think I can get your clothes back, but you can borrow some of mine?" he says apologetically, hoping he's not going to get his antennae pulled out.

The Irken teen jumps off as soon as the straps are removed and feels his body to see if all his organs are still intact.

".. What did you do to me?! My mother warned me of.. your.. tricky ways!!" he points, looking quite stern with his accusing tone, but still stands there fully nude with his little invader bits on display. He quickly realizes this and covers himself, blushing madly, "And.. yes.. I'd like to borrow some clothes please." His voice is shy and embarrassed now.

Smip tries not to stare. Oh, how he tries, but his contact covered eyes lock onto Kwe's bits. Once they're covered from view, he blushes brightly as well and nods, darting off to get some clothes from his room. He throws himself into his closet, grabbing the first things he can, which is a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, before hurrying back to the lab. He runs into Gir on the way, who is in fact, finishing off the last scraps of Kwe's clothes.

"Gir! Why did you do that?!.. Hey, can you go get some of the Irken soda out of the fridge for me and my friend? I'll buy you a chocolate bubblegum Mega Suck Monkey if you do." He knows just how to bribe the little robot.

Smip returns to the lab, handing over the clothes sheepishly, "I really am sorry, Kwe.. Really.. I was just worried about you, so I had my dad bring you back here in case you were hurt."

Kwe snatches the clothes and begins putting them on, his little bits jiggling and coming into view once more as he does so; not to mention his cute little ass as he bends over to pull up his pants. He continues to blush brightly.

".. Very well.. But I will be doing a full body scan when I come home to make sure, so if you've done anything to me, I'll know." He looks at Smip accusingly, crossing his arms. ".. Why is your robot.. stupid?" He raises a brow as the robot comes running in, covered in mayonnaise for no apparent reason, holding a soda.

Smip tries to look away while Kwe dresses, but his gaze keeps falling onto Kwe's naked body. He shifts from foot to foot, trying to fight back his erection. The look of betrayal is enough to kill his hard on in seconds, however, and he frowns, looking hurt at the accusations but understanding that Kwe is still suspicious of him. He watches Gir as well, managing to get the sodas from him without getting any mayo on them.

He quotes a quote from his father, in his best imitation, even adding quote marks with his fingers as he rolls his eyes, "'He's not stupid, he's advanced...'" Giving a shrug, he drops his hands, "I dunno. He's always been like that. Even before I was born."

The half Irken holds up the soda carefully as a peace offering, which Kwe eventually takes before coming closer.

"... Well.. I guess all my organs are intact.. um.. Thanks," Kwe says, looking at the soda and finding it familiar. He opens it, taking a drink and offering some to Smip, "Here, want some?"

Smip leans against one of the computer panels, slides down slowly to sit on his backside, and shakes his head at the offer of some soda. He picks up the other can he wrestled away from Gir and both watch as said robot dances around happy for the attention being given to him. It dances over to Smip's side and glomps onto the teen's leg before Smip pets his metal head as if he were a dog.

"Thank you for the soda, Gir.. Hey, can you tell me what dad-Zim is doing? He's been gone for a while now... He's not getting into a fight with pop about me missing school, is he?"

** Gir lets go of his young master's leg and gives a shrug. He was too busy eating Kwe's clothes to know anyway.

With a nod, Smip pets the SIR unit's head again, "That's okay. Thanks anyway, Gir.. Why don't you go upstairs and watch some cartoons?"

They watch as Gir squeals excitedly, running off upstairs with his happy call of, "Cartoooooooons!" echoing behind him until it's quiet once more.

The silence is almost crushing in the lab as neither teen knows what exactly to say to the other. They sip their sodas, trying to avoid looking at one another. Kwe is just embarrassed now, but Smip feels genuinely guilty for what happened and wonders if Kwe will ever want to talk to him again after all of this.

Unable to take the awkward silence any longer, Kwe suddenly asks, "Do you like to play any kinds of games?"

Pulling himself out of his little cloud of depression, Smip turns his head, "Yeah, I guess.. What kind of games do you play?"

Kwe sits down beside his friend now, feeling good that the awkward feeling is leaving. He shrugs some, ".. There is a game I've seen on my mother's computer. You use your antennae and try to subdue your opponent's.. It's similar to.." he thinks a moment, "a human game. They use their digits against one another in battle." Kwe wiggles a thumb claw to make a point.

".. Their digits?.. Oh! You mean thumb wrestling. Oh, okay, I get it now.." Smip turns a little to face Kwe and sticks out his antennae. "So, I just try and pin yours down?"

The other turns himself as well and nods, getting his own antennae ready. "On the count of three... One... Two... Three."

At 'three' their antennae connect, eliciting slight gasp from them both and the feeling of an electrical charge shooting through their bodies. They pull back quickly, panting slightly. Smip knew his antennae were sensitive, but never gave much thought into it. He brings his forward again, touching them against Kwe's a bit more gingerly this time and hearing his friend give a slight whimper in return.

Kwe pants, a pleasurable feeling coursing through his body and making his squeedilyspooch quiver. His antennae begin to flatten back against his head, ".. I.. I don't think I'm doing it right.."

Smip's eyes go half-lidded as he strokes his antennae against the full length of Kwe's, pressing them back and pinning them. His own breathing has grown heavy and a familiar stirring has begun between his legs. He moves closer, trying to encourage his friend on, "You.. You're doing fine.. Just keep going...."

Kwe is having similar problems, but he's stopped trying to fight against Smip and completely submits to the other. Smip keeps moving closer and closer until Kwe finally finds himself on his back with Smip on all fours above him. Without thinking further, Smip moves his head, taking the Irken teen into a passionate kiss that is gladly returned. Kwe parts his lips, drawing Smip's own snake-like tongue into his mouth, the two appendages wrapping around one another while their owners begin to grind against each other.

Their motions grow frantic and they cling to each other until they pull back slightly from their kiss. Kwe arches his back with a slight whine of completion, creaming the inside of his borrowed jeans.

He moans breathlessly, "... Smip..."

Hearing his name called in such a way and feeling the squirming beneath him, Smip can no longer hold himself off. His antennae are still stroking Kwe's until he bucks, hissing through his teeth and shuddering as his own hot spunk pumps into his boxers.

Their private moment doesn't stay private for long however. The sounds of footsteps are on the other side of the door as well as voices, with Zim's being the most apparent.

"Irken! I'm telling you! And Tak's son!"

Dib is being practically dragged along as Zim goes off on his rant, but he's definitely curious about seeing this new Irken. When the lab doors slid open, however, this was the last scene he had expected to stumble upon.

Smip's eyes are wide and round as he freezes like a deer in the headlights. His tongue is buried down Kwe's throat, their antennae still crossed, and their lower halves are tangled together in nothing less than an utterly sinful way. Kwe freezes as well, his purple eyes rolling back to look at the doorway.

Dib flushes and coughs gently into his fist, "Uh.. Smip?"

Zim, however, is less tactful. He starts shaking in rage and points a claw-like finger at them, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TOUCHING ANTENNAE?!?"

Smip and Kwe yank away as if they were burned and try to straighten themselves up all while Smip waves his hands wildly, "I.. We didn't.. It wasn't what it looks like!"

The shaking only increases as Zim is ready to burst with an angry tirade. Dib steps forward, "Um, Smip? Do you two have any clue what you were doing?"

The teens share a quick glance, but Smip shakes his head quickly, ".. Uh.. we thought we were playing a game?..."

Dib blushes a little more and nervously rubs the back of his neck, "Well, um, not quite.. You see--"

"TOUCHING ANTENNAE TOGETHER IS A FORM OF SEXUAL PLEASURE!!!" Zim finally explodes, "IRKENS DO THAT IN ORDER TO ENTICE ONE ANOTHER INTO MATING!!"

Smip and Kwe pale before blushing brightly. Kwe really had no idea that he obviously mistook some of his mother's private files for something else.

Smip looks horrified, but now he understands why his parents were a little upset about him getting his antennae pierced ".. I-I didn't know!!"

Dib puts a hand on his mate's shoulder, trying to get him to calm down, "Well, it's obvious that someone," he shot Zim a pointed look, "neglected to tell you about the Irken side of reproduction."

Zim just glared back.

He continued, "Well, I'll let him tell you more about it later.. but for right now.. just know that you shouldn't be touching each other's antennae... Uh, why don't you two get cleaned up in Smip's room and then we can talk?"

The half Irken blushed brightly and nods quickly, tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it down a little more in front of his soiled jeans. Dib takes Zim's hand, leading him from the lab. Smip could have sworn though, just before the door slid completely shut, that he saw his father reaching up to caress Zim's antenna.

Kwe notices this too, however, and waits until he's sure that they're out of earshot before saying, ".. Isn't that hypocritical of them to be telling us not to touch them when they do it themselves?"

Smip shifts from foot to foot, ".. Yeah, but, I really don't want to think about that right now.. Let's go up to my room we can clean up and change." He goes to a nearby cabinet to grab some cleansing chalk for Kwe before leading them both up into his bedroom.

Letting Kwe use his bedroom to clean while Smip uses a wet washcloth in his bathroom, the two fix themselves up in yet another awkward silence. Kwe slips on a new pair of pants and speaks towards the connected bathroom.

"Perhaps it's best I go home."

Smip removes his disguise contacts, slipping on his glasses after he's finished cleaning up and walks back into his bedroom, neither of them noticing a the eyes of Mimi watching from the window. "Well, only if you need to.. Um.. we're still friends, right?"

Kwe looks slightly alarmed and nods, "Yes, if you still want to be."

He offers a smile back to his friend and adjusts his glasses, "Yeah.. I still want to be friends.." A blush comes to his face once more, ".. You know.. I um.. I really liked the feeling of what happened back in the lab.."

The full Irken blushes a bit himself, but smiles, ".. So did I.."

After Smip gives a little giggle, like the virgin he is, he seems to have a sudden thought and reaches into his bedside table drawer to retrieve a small device. He places it into Kwe's hand happily.

"Here, now you can listen to music. My dad, Zim, made some special headphones for me. You should be able to use any computer to put music on there, but if not, then you can always come by and use mine." He smiles hopefully.

Kwe is quite touched really and puts the device into his PAK to keep it safe. He smiles as well that Smip would like him to come over more often.

"I would like that.. though I'd better be careful so my mother doesn't find out.."

Smip doesn't even get to reply before an explosion rips through his bedroom wall, debris and dust flying everywhere and knocking the two to the floor. Tak steps through the newly created hole with the aid of her spider legs. She narrows her eyes to the half Irken boy that looks like he's still trying to collect his wits.

"MIMI! Restrain him!" she points to Smip and the boy is grabbed roughly by the SIR unit, causing him to cry out slightly in pained surprise.

Kwe jumps to his feet, "Mother!! Stop! He didn't do anything!"

"Didn't do anything?! He--"

She is cut off as the bedroom door is kicked open off its hinges by Dib and Zim, each brandishing weapons.

"Smip! What happ-- TAK!" Zim's own spider legs extend as he sees the female invader. All weapons are aimed at her.

She glares at the other, "Zim..."

"Tak, let our son go. Don't think I won't shoot you if I have to," Dib trained his laser between Tak's eyes, prepared to pull the trigger.

"Just returning the favor.. Mimi!"

With another explosion that rocks the foundation of the house, enough of a distraction is made. The dust slowly settles to reveal only Dib and Zim left in Smip's bedroom, his broken glasses laying on the floor. Dib lowers his weapon and in desperate defeat while Zim clenches his fists while screaming out of the gaping hole in the wall.

"I PROMISE I WILL DESTROY YOU, TAK, FOR TAKING OUR SON!!!"

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A/N: everything after the ** had to be recreated after MSN crashed and ate the log.