Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Smip and Kwe's story ❯ Chapter 6

Kwe lays there through the night as he watches Smip. The words Zim had spoken linger on his mind.

"... Heavy with smeet..." he whispers in a soft coo, cuddling a little closer to his partner, feeling relaxed.

He strong pulling in his squeedilyspooch of pure submission and love that clouds his thoughts as the night slowly passes.

A few hours later, the half Irken shows signs of stirring, to which Kwe wiggles slightly out of happiness. It must be odd waking up to see your lover looking down at you from a night of.. not sleeping. Large, hazel eyes begin to slit open wearily as Smip awakens, having rolled onto his back at some point during the night. He jumps with a scared yelp, WIDE awake, when he sees Kwe staring at him. Smip clutches his chest as he pants.

"Holy fuck!.. You scared the shit out of me!.." He lays back down now that his brain has caught up completely. "I forgot you stayed the night.. Can you hand me my glasses over there on the night stand, please?"

Reaching over, Kwe carefully picks up and hands Smip his glasses as requested.

"Sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to. You.. look very attractive while you are sleeping, I have to admit... Though, it’s.. a little odd looking too.... What's it like?" Kwe asks out of genuine curiosity as he snuggles a little closer, his warm spot very warm, as it had been for some time and quite cozy by this point.

Smip slips on his glasses, finally being able to see clearly again. He's not ready to get up completely yet and snuggles up with Kwe happily, wrapping his arms around him and wrapping a leg around one of Kwe's.

"Mmm.. It's.. well, I've never really thought about it before.. It's relaxing for the most part, as long as you're not woken up suddenly or you have a nightmare or something.. Sometimes you can get pretty weird dreams when you're sleeping too. Some are funny and some just leave you wondering what in the world they meant exactly."

"What did you dream of tonight?" Kwe asks softly, giving Smip's neck a soft kiss before nuzzling into it and relaxing his body fully.

Smip shivers slightly with pleasure from the neck kisses and nuzzles his cheek against the top of Kwe's head lovingly. "I don't really remember actually. I don't remember too many of my dreams really.. Well.. except for the dirty ones.." He gives a naughty, little chuckle and teasingly flickers his tongue tip oh so slightly against the stalk of Kwe's antenna. He pulls Kwe closer, feeling a little frisky and playful now that he's awake. "Did you really stay here all night with me?"

A shiver runs through Kwe's body from the lick to his antenna. The words Zim said about being 'heavy with smeet' run through his mind once more.

"Yes, it was.. nice. Just laying here and relaxing.. in your arms." Kwe runs a hand down the other's leg.

Smip 'mmm's and closes his eyes, starting to kiss across Kwe's face as he shifts his limbs some, wrapping his leg around tighter to pull him close. He runs his hands across Kwe's back, caressing and rubbing him all over. One of his antennae pokes forward, feeling for Kwe's gently as he presses his morning wood against his partner's torso.

Kwe's antennae start to rub and massage against Smip's, happily pleasing his bedmate's lust. His hands grip Smip's cock through the material of his boxers, rubbing it up and down softly.

"Mmm, oh Smip.. Only for you," he whispers as he licks Smip's antenna with his long, snakeish tongue.

Smip's breathing grows heavy as he rubs his antennae harder against Kwe's, gently thrusting into the wonderful touch on his cock. His hands roam downwards to slide underneath the shirt Kwe is wearing, touching the bare skin there. The hands move further, slipping along the green flesh and down into the back of Kwe's pants before they cup his cute, little ass.

"Kwe.. Ohh.. So good." He kneads and squeezes the round globes with both hands.

Kwe moaned and bit his lower lip, "Mmmm. We.. should get one of those things.. a latex barrier so that we can.. mate." He speaks softly, his hand starting to stroke up and down faster yet on Smip's hard shaft and his antennae flickering harder against the other's.

Smip moans softly, yet lustfully, "Mmm.. yes.. condom.. Dammit, why can't I have some in here already!" He's just more frustrated since he's painfully aroused. Gripping Kwe's ass a little harder, he thrusts against him. "We'll just have to wait to do that.. But.. I have to get off. I can't stand it!" He slips his hands free and pushes Kwe onto his back, effectively pulling the teen's hand free from Smip's arousal. Smip claws at the other's pants once more until he can free his erection and pulls out his own before climbing on top of him and thrusting together, happily frotting. "Ohh.. Kwe.."

Kwe quivers at the sudden show of force and dominance.

"Oh, yes, Smip.. I'm yours," he whispers, cock pressing hard against Smip's.

Dib, who happens to be walking by the bedroom goes wide-eyed and blushes, only hearing Kwe's words on his way down to see Zim. He doesn't interrupt and just keeps walking, though he has his head lowered a bit while he tries to make his blush die down. His plan right now is to at least keep Zim otherwise occupied until the boys finish up and come downstairs.

Smip, meanwhile, looks down at Kwe, gazing at each other with half-lidded eyes while he interlaces their fingers of one hand and thrusts his hips. His rhythm is a little awkward, but the passion is definitely there.

"Yes.. All mine.. Kwe.." He shudders a little and moans, bending down enough to start stroking Kwe's antennae again.

Kwe's own stalks rub against Smip all they can as he lays beneath his lover. Their cocks pulse with pleasure as the two moan and breathe together.

"You're.. so big.." Kwe whispers between gasps, squirming under Smip's strong arms.

His hands caress and rub up and down Smip's soft, green skin, amazed at the odd texture; not human at all, yet not quite Irken. So exotic and so forbidden.

Smip grasps their cocks together, stroking them as fast as he can manage. The compliment sends a little jolt of pleasure down to his dick and he moves, nipping the junction of Kwe's neck and shoulder.

"Ahh.. yes.. Big.. ohhh.." He moans loudly, "I'm gonna cum.. ah.." He strokes harder, "Do it, Kwe.. Cum with me.." Smip pants hard as he commands, looking into Kwe's eyes again with nothing but love.

Kwe's eyes glaze with pleasure as he starts to tense up. "Yes.. sir.." he whispers. His body giving a sudden jerk as he gives a moan, perhaps a bit too loudly of, "Oh, yes, Smip!"

Hot cum sprays from his small, pulsing member as the feeling of Smip's large orbs pressing against his orb-less patch drives his body crazy with desire.

Smip arches his back as he gives his own strangled cry of completion, their cum spurting and mixing in little puddles over their bodies.

Downstairs, Dib practically spits his coffee out across the table, though most of it lands on the newspaper he was trying to read. Zim's antennae perk straight before he whips his head around towards the direction of Smip's room. He growls, fully intending on storming in there and giving a piece of his mind. He barely makes a motion to get up before Dib stops him.

"Don't you dare, unless you want Smip to come strangle you with your antennae."

Kwe lays there under Smip, blushing softly. His antennae slowly wave up at his lover as all their fluids pool on his stomach, mixing beautifully. His purple eyes glisten in the sunlight as he slowly leans up, pulling Smip down at the same time to kiss him deeply.

"Will there be food in the morning like at my house?" he asks with a small giggle, holding Smip against his body.

Smip's breathing is still a little heavy as he comes down from his sexual high. He lets himself be pulled down, savoring the kiss and caressing Kwe's face tenderly.

He grins lazily down at his love, "Yeah, we need to clean up a little though before we go down for breakfast. I think there's some chalk under my sink you can use. I'll get it for you. I don't want you to get burnt by any water."

Kwe holds Smip for a moment before letting him go and backing up slightly, "Thank you.. And yes, please.. I think.. your cum has something in it that isn't Irken friendly. I'm starting to get a little rash on my stomach." He looks down at the slightly discolored spots where Smip's cum had lay on him. "It's not that bad though," he states, wiping off some of the cum with the bed sheets.

Smip looks at the irritated spot on Kwe's stomach with a frown, genuinely feeling bad and idly wondering if it will be a good thing one day to try for a smeet.

Leaning down, he places a kiss on Kwe's head, "I'm still sorry that I had to hurt you though. Hopefully the chalk with help a little."

Smip disappears into his bathroom for a moment before returning with chalk in one hand and a washcloth held far away in the other. He takes a few steps back as he cleans himself off so as not to get any stray water droplets on his partner.

"Um.. anything you like to have in particular in the morning?" In the back of his mind, he debates if he should somehow try to find out how his own parents got around the cum burning.

"Oh, just the normal snack foods and such.. And really, it's okay. Just a mild irritation."

Taking the chalk in hand, Kwe washes the spot off as well as the rest of his body before getting up. The obvious cum markings still on his stomach, he just dons a T-shirt that barely covers it.

".. I guess this will hide it well enough." Kwe gives a nod to himself and looks up towards Smip, "You are.. wonderful." He comes to Smip's side, ".. You lead?"

Smip blushes at being complimented. He puts the washcloth away and checks himself in the mirror to make sure he doesn't have any incriminating stains on his clothes. After running his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair, he takes Kwe's hand, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

"Sure thing."

When the boys come into the kitchen, Zim is hunched over the table angrily, muttering nonsense under his breath while Dib stands at the counter making some toast.

Dib looks up and offers a smile, “Good morning boys.”

"Good morning, Dib," Kwe says softly, looking over at Zim, who is still growling and snarling like a chained dog.

Smip comes over to give Zim at least a friendly hug, "What's the matter with you? You look constipated."

Zim stabs his waffle viciously with the fork and only grunts in reply. Smip rolls his eyes slightly and comes over to Dib to give him a hug as well.

Reaching up to scratch the top of his own head, Kwe accidentally shows a hint of the familiar rashes off before it quickly disappears again under his shirt.

Dib notices the rashes and a very light dusting of pink shades his cheeks, but he just looks back to what he's doing.

"So, uh, feel like having some breakfast? I bet you two are hungry." He blushes a little harder as he realizes how that may have sounded. "Um, Kwe, since you're our guest, you're welcome to whatever you want."

Kwe smiles at this and looks to Smip, wondering where he could sit at. Deciding on a seat across the table from Zim and next to Smip would be the best option, he sets his rump down into a chair and sits there quietly trying to avoid looking at Zim.

"Oh, whatever Zim is having is fine."

The elder Irken narrows his eyes towards Kwe, one of them twitching slightly as he's just itching to yell at him. He stuffs another mouthful of waffle into his mouth, chewing angrily and growling still.

Kwe watched this show of aggression, blinking slightly. His lips strain not to curl into a smile and start laughing in Zim's face over it. Zim was too.. silly and cute looking to be really taken seriously when angry, at least for Kwe.

Deciding that the only way to further stop his laughter was to say something, he idly asked, "So, ummm.. How goes the modifications to the weapons, Zim?"

Throwing himself into a dramatic pose that only Zim can manage to achieve, he thrusts his fork in a point towards Kwe, "SILENCE! How DARE you act so innocent with ME! I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO WERE DOING UP THERE!"

Smip's jaw drops and he pales while looking over at his mother. Even Dib's head snaps up to the side while he stares at his mate.

"Zim!"

Kwe blushes brightly and goes wide-eyed.

"I--that.. THAT'S PRIVATE!" was the only witty response he could muster at the sudden attack of words Zim had thrown in his direction.

Smip let go of Dib and took a step back, frantically waving his hands, "We weren't doing anything! I swear!!"

He looks back and forth between his parents with a guilty look upon his face.

Zim, however, shakes with rage and growls before throwing his fork down and pointing at Kwe again, "Do not lie to me! I can see the rash on your stomach!"

Kwe quickly pulls down his shirt as if the rash was showing.

"That's from.. uh.. a.. beef!" he retorts, quickly following with Smip's lead of lying instead of just openly arguing with Zim about it, as it would probably traumatize Smip.

Zim clenches his teen and balls a fist, shaking again with suppressed anger. "You LIE! There is no beef upstairs!" He shouts dramatically and almost comically. "You two were doing filthy.. touchy.. feely.. antennae touching THINGS up there! Your juices are all over your flesh! I warned you last night!"

Kwe stands suddenly and points back at Zim, "There is a whole swarm of.. beef.. creatures up there! It's an infestation! You're just mad because your home is infested with.. BEEF!"

The two Irkens show a remarkable resemblance as they stand there pointing at each other, raising their voices and using less than witty retorts to one another.

Smip comes over to Kwe, trying to get in between his lover and his mother before they try maiming each other. "You guys!" He looks towards Dib pleadingly before looking back at Zim, "I thought you guys would have settled this last night after your retarded slap fight! I don't care if Kwe happens to be Tak's son, I still love him!" He wraps a possessive arm around Kwe's waist, nuzzling his head against Kwe's cheek.

Kwe instantly and completely forgot about Zim, his face blushing deeply in an instant at hearing those words. He just looks into Smip's eyes and gives his own lower lip a bite.

Dib storms over and slams down a plate of toast as loudly as he can on the table to distract them all, "Everybody sit down, shut up, and enjoy your breakfast!"

Following Dib's instructions, everyone sits back down rather quickly. Kwe doesn't move even a millimeter away from Smip. Smip takes a piece of toast and tries to occupy himself by smearing jelly upon it liberally before stuffing it into his mouth. Maybe if he chokes himself he can die in a more dignified manner.

Dib turns to finish making up a plate of waffles for Kwe and for Smip's breakfast. He pours himself some more coffee, hoping the caffeine will settle his nerves.

Kwe wishes to speak, but his own nerves were too high. He looked around the room for a moment, wondering if he should just go home to help lessen the stress. Leaning over to Smip, he whispers as quiet as he can, "Maybe I should go." He takes the other's hand out of sight, under the table.

Smip lowers his antennae after choking down the lump of chewed bread and frowns softly before giving Kwe's hand a tight squeeze.

He whispers back, "You don't have to.. He just gets pissy sometimes."

Dib comes back over and sets two plates down in front of the boys, then takes a seat beside Zim before sipping his coffee.

"So, uh.. anyway.. Um, I already called school, Smip, and excused you. I thought you might need to relax a little after yesterday."

Kwe gives a soft thanks to Dib as the food is set in front of him. Sniffing it at first, Kwe picks up the odd utensils and starts to eat it, finding it pleasantly tasty.

"This is really good, Dib. What did you call it?" he questions, not used to earth snack foods at all. Kwe's own schooling is a distant concern; really not caring at all how well he did at school, seeing as it would have absolutely no impact on his life as it would most. He only went in the first place to simply gather new intelligence on humans and human interaction.

Dib just waves his hand at the thanks to show it's no problem and takes another sip of coffee. "They're waffles. After studying more about Irken metabolisms, I learned more on their diets and what kinds of human foods they could eat. Mostly it's protein based foods that Irkens can't tolerate." He takes a piece of toast for himself, "So, you two have any plans for today?"

Kwe blinks and looks towards Smip with cheeks full of waffle, letting him answer the question as he honestly has nothing in mind for himself. A naughty thought of just spending the day mating runs through his head and causes him to swallow hard. He didn't really think that mating for a full day would be that fun though; too much wear on the body.

Smip just shrugs, staring at his own waffles while he watches the syrup slowly soaking into them. "I dunno.. Maybe showing Kwe around the city or something." He smiles at the named teen, "Think you might like that?" In the back of his mind, he plots about maybe going out and getting some condoms and he has to keep the blush from coming to his face.

Zim picks at his food, just glaring.

Kwe smiles and nods, "Yes, that sounds good. Learning more of human customs and finding new activities sounds nice.. Though my human costume was destroyed, I believe, when it was removed here. I'll need a new one."

He glances over at the glaring Zim. As their eyes meet, Kwe can't help but give a glare back, like two stray cats meeting for the first time and all they know to really do is glare and hiss.

Smip looks over to Zim a moment, but decides it would be better to ask his human father instead, "We can make a new one for Kwe down in the lab, right pop? Or maybe you can see if you can repair the hologram unit for him." He looks to Zim, trying to give the best puppy eyes he possibly can. "Would you help fix it, dad?.. Please? For me?" If he can't get through with reason, he'll try appealing to Zim's adoration for him.

Zim keeps a glare on Kwe, "... I don't like you...."

Kwe glares back, "Well, I like you." His voice doesn't really show sarcasm, but it's obvious how he meant it. Purple eyes stare back at the other alien with a slight glare. Sadly, for Kwe, it was the exact same glare his mother normally used on Zim, which wasn't helping matters. "Don't worry, Smip. I'm sure my mother can replace my suit. She did promise not to do anything else 'bad' after all."

Zim's fist clenches, "As long as nothing 'bad' happens to you and I think impregnating you would fall under her definition of 'bad'." He jerks upright again as he takes both boys into his sight, "She'll feast on our internal organs for sure!"

Smip sits rigidly in his chair, now a little afraid.

Zim continues, looking back at Kwe, "You're clouding Smip's mind with thoughts of mating! I told you you would be heavy with smeet in no time!"

Kwe blinks and blushes a bit, but quickly snaps out of the submission from thinking of being pregnant by Smip and quickly fires back at Zim. "My mother is just doing her duty as a true Irken! And you know as well as I do Irkens couldn't eat 'organs' even if we wished to!... And.. if Smip and I do decide later on to have a smeet, it will be our decision! We aren't a couple of lust crazed, teenaged, slut monkeys that would be so irresponsible to do such a thing!"

Smip pales a little and smiles a silly, nervous smile. His antennae lay back against his neck while he tries to chuckle sheepishly. Dib's eyes go a little wider and he begins to blush about the 'teenaged slut monkeys' comment, turning away and coughing slightly into his hand. True, he and Zim had planned for Smip's conception, but they were still rather young parents.

Zim focuses hard on Kwe as they square off like a couple of alley cats again. "If that's true, then you wouldn't have Smip's love juices all over your belly, would you?!"

Smip.. sinks lower.. in his chair....

"And that makes us perverts?! I wasn't the one waving a sex toy around in your face last night!"

Such an odd sentence that would have to be explained quickly by Zim lest he face rather questioning and shocked expressions from both Dib and Smip. Kwe, at this point, leans over with both hands on the table as he stands on tiptoes to make himself appear even taller than Zim.

Dib's coffee cup crashes to the floor, shattering into a million pieces, while he still has his hand up as if it's still there. Smip's eyes go WIDE, as well as Dib as his father turns to Zim.

He practically shrieks, "You did WHAT?!"

Smip looks horrified and a little sick to his stomach. He starts getting horrible, burning mental images that no child should ever have about their parents and he clutches his face in agony.

Dib looked back and forth between Zim and Kwe. "What the fuck were you two doing all last night?!" He looks extremely pissed and even a little hurt as he asks, almost an accusation as if Zim and Kwe were doing 'those things' together in the lab while he was sleeping.

Kwe blinks at first at such a question and actually gives Dib a glare this time for even thinking such a thing like that was happening.

"Well, I was doing my normal combat training while Mr... Not.. Privacy.. was tinkering with what appeared to be a modified Irken probe!" Kwe points at Zim as if pointing out the murderer in a courtroom. ".. And he might have been working on some weapons and such as well," Kwe finished up as an afterthought.

Smip fights back the urge to throw up as the mental pictures just get progressively worse.

Dib blinks a few times, running through the words a few more times in his head, ".. Irken.. probe?..."

Zim shoots up angrily, "Fool! Those are none of your business! But they were not probing devices!"

And, in all truth, they really weren't. They happened to be spying devices that Zim had very old blueprints for and liked to recreate for his own amusement.

Kwe glares all the more at Zim for calling him a liar; sure that they were dildos of sorts.

"Well, whatever it was, it sure looked like something very inappropriate to be waving in someone's face," he says in a huff, crossing his arms and furrowing his brow. He becomes aware of his disturbed friend beside him and clears his throat before continuing, "Anyway, seeing as Smip seems to be growing more and more traumatized at this course of speech. Let's switch to another... even though I was winning...."

Smip sits there, not daring to look at anyone, "... I don't think they make enough bleach in the WORLD to erase this from my mind...."

Dib thinks he had better go have a look in the lab himself sometime later to see what they were talking about. But for now, he's in desperate need to rescue his son's damaged psyche.

"Zim? How about you go head into the lab and get the weapons ready to install those upgrades. I'll clean up here."

Zim seems to be a little uke whipped as he drags himself reluctantly from the table and heads off, grumbling angrily to himself and shooting Kwe one last death glare.

Dib turns back to Smip, ".. I know this is stupid to ask, but are you okay?"

The half Irken still looks a little nauseous, but nods. "Yeah.. Could be better though.. No offense, but thinking about you and dad having sex just.." he sticks out his tongue in a gag, "gets me sick...."

Kwe returns the glare as Zim walks off. He turns to Smip, but looks away sheepishly, "... Sorry Smip.. He just.. infuriates me so!" With a sigh, he sits back down at the table and looks out the window before looking to Dib. ".. Would you like help with the cleaning? Or.. should I go?" He doesn't ask Smip, as it wasn't up to his friend this time. Kwe wanted to stay with the other teen, but.. after fighting with Dib's mate right in front of him, it was really up to the human.

Dib pets Smip's head affectionately, completely understanding his son's disgust. He looks over to Kwe curiously, "Go? No, not unless you have to. I apologize about Zim. He's just been a little testy lately is all. I think he's just worried, but doesn't know how to express himself in any other way than lashing out." He rubs Smip's shoulder, "I know you two probably don't want to bring this up again, but I thought it might be a little easier now that Zim's out of the room. But... you two haven't actually.. well.. done anything yet, right?"

The boys both blush deeply, Kwe not exactly sure what Dib means by 'done'.

Smip looks down at the table while he starts fidgeting with his fingers. ".. Um... er.. well.. Not like.. ya know.. the whole thing or anything.." He giggles nervously. As uncomfortable as it is, he thinks it might be good to at least get some information out of his father while he's in a willing mood.

Dib just nods a bit, "I understand. And I'm certainly not the best one to be preaching to you about abstinence. I was only a little older than you are now when we had you, Smip. However, we had prepared ourselves first and understood the commitment that it would mean. I'm sure you're well aware at how many unplanned teenage pregnancies there are out there.. In this city alone.. And we just don't want something to accidentally happen; especially if you're not ready. And I highly doubt that Tak would appreciate becoming a grandmother right now." He winces a he says this, thinking how she could go stark raving mad if that were to happen.

Kwe's paled at the thought of telling his mother that he was pregnant. ".. Yes.. We will be VERY careful," Kwe says abruptly. ".. At least until we're ready.." he adds softly while looking over at Smip. Kwe goes quiet for a moment and then takes a deep breath as if ready to ask a question, but backing off. He tries again, searching for the right words while his blush grows deeper and deeper, "I.. how did you stop from having.. your essence burning Irkens?"

Smip blushes brightly too, but he's curious about that as well.

Dib joins them with his own, slightly red face and just chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head. "Oh, that.. Yeah, we had that problem for a little while, but um.. well.. after a while, he just built up an immunity to it so it doesn't burn anymore." He pulls up a chair to sit beside his son, still a little shocked that he's finally having this sort of talk with him. He puts his hand upon Smip's and looks him in the eye. "You promise me that you'll use protection when you do.. have sex.. Right? You're old enough, so I can't really stop you if you're going to, but I just want you two to be safe if you are."

This was an odd thing for the 'girl' of the relationship to hear while sitting just across from 'her' man. Kwe sits there blushing, thinking about him getting pregnant with smeet.

".. I wish I could say I'm not that kind of boy right now," he mumbles lightly.

Dib gives him a guilty look and waves his hand, "Oh, no no no. I didn't mean to imply anything.. I.. well.. I just know it's a little hard to control yourself when you're teenagers and you have someone you love. If I weren’t a human, Smip would have been here a lot sooner.. and probably several siblings as well."

Smip screws up his face, "Dad.. Remember what I said about not wanting to think about you two having sex?.. Ew...."

Kwe walks over to Smip and leans against him, the familiar warmth making him smile. "Is there anything I can do to get Zim to like me more?.. Maybe.. snack food?"

Dib is at a loss on how to respond to that and just gives a defeated shrug. "I wish I could tell you, Kwe, but it's really up to him when he decides to come around. In fact, we used to fight like that, even worse sometimes, back when I was younger. It just took time." He leaves out that he also basically begged for Zim to get into his pants after a party, but they didn't need to know that. He stands up, starting to gather the breakfast things. "I'll clean up, you two go enjoy yourselves today."

Smip nods, helping to gather the dirty dishes to take to the sink before giving his father a hug. "Thanks for understanding." He looks back to Kwe, "I'm going to go get ready. I'll let my dad help you with a new disguise to wear."

With that, the teen heads off to get ready while Dib loads the dishwasher.

"Alright then, let's get you something to wear."