Summary: I'm completely in love with Zim's kisses and violence [zadr [violence, angst, etc

Disclaimer: Invader Zim owns me, not the other way around

Kisses and Violence

His kisses are like violence - harsh, unforgiving and with enough lust to make me week in the knees.

His violence is like kisses - hot, hard and merciless until he wakes up from his rage to realise he just hurt the one that he loves, and maybe the only one who would ever love him back.

It was beautiful, painful and completely addictive.

His kisses are beautiful in their raw animal form. Nothing else Zim did was as straight forward and honest as his kisses are.

His violence hurt me more then the wounds inflicted did. It cut at me like deeper then those deadly spider legs until I swear her had my heart bleeding away to nothing.

He made me love him - and I did - only he demanded it was my fault he came to me, my fault he couldn't keep away like a good little Irken.

My fault, and for once I was glad to accept it. Through everything he'd said, I knew it meant he fell for me first.

My kisses are like pleading - like begging for scraps at the table and whimpering for a little affection. He usually obliges me, though he knows one kiss will never be enough for either of us.

My violence is what got us into this mess - this tangle of emotions he knows he shouldn't have and i'd given up on wanting years ago. Our obsessions, I guess, have altered somewhat.

I'm, he's, this... It's beyond a joke, beyond sick, beyond everything you could think to throw at us.

So far beyond that i'm content to leave this beautiful, painful and addictive love as it is. For all the blood, tears and anger there's more heat, feeling and need between us. It's perfect in it's imperfections.

Our kisses are hungry, relentless and damn addictive - one is never enough and before long he'd pleading for more blisters on his skin and i'm begging for him to keep biting me harder.

Our violence is explosive, deadly and unstoppable - the rare times when I hit him, the not rare enough times when he hits me or the completely wonderful times when the pain is really just another kind of pleasure.

We like those times. Where the violence turns to kisses, or the kisses are plauged with violence and everything still works out fine.

Addictive.

So addictive that he can't say no either, and we barely ever leave his bedroom.

So addictive that he can't be bothered to destroy earth and I couldn't be bothered to make sure he couldn't.

We kiss to forgive, to promise, to prove. Mostly though, we kiss 'cause we can't fight it anymore, and because we really never wanted to fight it anyway.

We're violent to vent, breathe and because we just can't deal with all these emotions so new to us. So overwhelming.

I'm in love with Zim's kisses and violence.

Addicted,

Overwhelmed.

Sure.

But even though i'm in love with Zim's kisses and violence;

I know he's in love with mine too.

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