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Specimen	By : Duae Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Wake up, stinkbeast."
Dib's eyes shot open at the light gloved touch on his cheek, he tried to brush it away even as he struggled to see through the dark. Both ended as failure; his wrists were strapped firmly down, his ankles as well. His struggles were met with a chuckle as the touch moved up to toy lightly with his hair. Suddenly a bright light came on directly over him, momentarily blinding him. As he tried to blink away the spots in his vision, the chuckle sounded again, oh so familiar.
"Zim."
"Ah, it's good to know your brainmeats haven't rotted to the point that you've forgotten the amazingness that is Zim." The fingers in his hair suddenly clenched tight, wrenching his head around to face his captor. The familiar visage smirked at him, cold fake human eyes watching each minute change of expression. The slightly glassy eyed look of shock, a sudden and quickly hidden flash of fear, then anger.
"Let me go, Zim." Dib tried to jerk away, but the restraints held him fast. His arms prickled with goose bumps, exposed to the air.
His trench coat had already been removed, though his shirt was left on. "You won't get away with this."
"Oh I think I will, Dib-stink. A simple note left explaining that you have left to get your belt sander back from Bigfoot, your pitiful hyuuuman family won't suspect a thing, if they even bother to notice your absence." The smirk somehow became sharper.
Dib's breath caught in his throat.
It was true, and he struggled to keep the distress off his face and alerting the other that he'd struck a nerve. Gaz had her video games, his father might not come home for weeks. By the time one of them noticed, he could have been gone for months. No rescue there.
"Do you know what I have planned, inferior filth?" The hand gripping him released, reaching up to grasp the familiar black wig and pulling it off, setting it aside. Then one by one the contacts were removed. A slow tease, to remind Dib of how helpless he was.
"Is this what you've been waiting for? Here I am, I'm an alien, Dib-beast, an Invader from the mighty Irken Empire. And here you are, no tape recorders, no cameras, and no one to hear you scream." Then he turned, reaching for something outside of the circle cast by the bright light.
"Oh sure, big talk when you've got me tied up. Just try saying that when I've got my arms free, coward." It was a desperate gamble, a hope that if he made Zim mad enough, he'd release him.
"I don't think so." And the alien turned back, holding up the object he was looking for. A scalpel, edge glinting in the light.
Dib twisted his head, suddenly realized what he was strapped to. A metal table, a dissection table. That smug chuckle again.
"How does it feel, hmmm? How many hours did you waste thinking about strapping Zim down to a table like this, of ripping him open to expose his squeedly spooch for the whole world to gawk at?" Dib heard several sharp ticks as Zim's spiderlegs extended, holding him up and within easy reach of the human's torso. Then the tip of the blade was pressed at the hollow of Dib's throat. He didn't even dare breathe as the sharp edge was slowly pulled down over his chest, right down the middle of the apathetic 'smiley' face.
The blade lifted and a gloved hand reached to jerk the shirt open, exposing Dib's chest and torso. The blade hadn't even touched the skin.
Dib could feel nervous sweat beading on his forehead as the blade came down again and again, cutting through the sleeves of his t-shirt, until the remaining cloth could be ripped away, leaving his upper body completely exposed.
The blade was set down for a moment as the gloved hands ran over Dib's hairless chest. He flushed; even after puberty he hardly ever needed to shave his face, and his body retained the soft baby hair, a sharp contrast to the yeti-like testosterone pumped males that roamed the Hi Skool. Hard claws suddenly pinched firmly at a nipple, causing a strangled yelp to leave his throat at the unexpected touch.
"Nipples, used for lactation by females to feed your horrible wormbabies. Useless on males, except as a targeted area for your idiotic 'purple nurples.'" Zim rolled the flesh between his claws slowly, watching Dib's face flush. "Impressed with Zim's knowledge of human weakness yet?"

Dib started struggling again as his rebellious body seemed to ignore that he was strapped to a table, at the mercy of an alien who was going to cut him open and jar his organs. That alien was currently playing with his nipples, his body couldn't care less about the rest of the situation. There was no way he could let Zim find out his reaction.
Finally Zim seemed to grow bored of it, turning back to pick up the scalpel once more to hold the blade over the waistband of Dib's pants. "Hold very still, Dib-beast, it would be a shame to cut anything off in improper order."
"Zim...."
Zim's free hand pressed down firmly at Dib's hip to remind him not to move as he sliced through the denim, down his right leg, then the left, until the black jeans could be ripped away as well. "No undergarments? How... surprising. I expected something a little more..... Dib. Little pink hearts and yetis. Or aliens"

Dib bit his lip as his half-hard cock was exposed to the air. "Harder... to wedgie if you're not wearing anything." He admitted grudgingly.
"Ahh, a defense response. So at least you among your hopeless species can learn and evolve." Those gloved claws were scraping lightly over his hip now, the scalpel once more set aside in favor of the hands-on approach. Dib tried not to make a sound as even more blood rushed away from his upper brain towards what his body had decided was more important.

He must have been unsuccessful, because the invader glanced up at his face, before back down to the area in question.
"Why Dib-thing, I had no idea." One clawed fingertip traced down the underside of Dib's cock, as the human flushed and squirmed in shame. "But then it makes sense. Zim is, of course, too awesome for your meaty human brain to comprehend. Then there's your... obsessions." Suddenly that three fingered hand was wrapped around the shaft, stroking once a little roughly. Dib squeaked in shock and a little discomfort. "While your drooling germ-infested fellow stinkbeasts were busy indulging their hormones to thoughts of female human parts, were you thinking of Zim? Thinking of Zim taking you up into one of your 'flying plates'?" Zim was doing something with his free hand, but Dib was far beyond being able to concentrate on that. "Were you thinking of Zim perhaps probing you?" And with the word in question, one finger, slicked with something unknown was pushing deep inside him.
Dib yelled, arching off the table as much as he could, trying to escape from the ruthless touch. "No!"

"Dib-stink is lyyyying." There was a chuckle, then the rough hand on his cock was replaced with something thinner and wetter, slithering and wrapping around the aroused flesh. Zim was using his tongue, tasting over every bit of the skin before drawing it into his mouth.
Dib was beyond the point of appreciating that Zim couldn't talk with his mouth full. The finger inside him was moving, searching, yes probing, and the lightest touch of ridged teeth at the base of his erection had him tensing, moaning around the lip caught between his teeth. Right as he thought he wouldn't be able to stand it any longer, Zim was suddenly pulling back, the head of Dib's cock slipping from his lips with a wet sound. "Not yet." The words were hissed, and then Zim was pulling back completely, no longer touching him. Dib writhed on the table, suddenly empty and caught in a maelstrom of desires. He wanted to get away, he wanted off the table, he wanted to grab Zim back and grind against him caught up in ohgoditfeltgood, he wanted to punch the smug alien bastard in the face for doing that, for stopping doing that.
Then as suddenly as Zim had left the tableside, he was back, spiderlegs lifting him over the table. Ungloved hands scratched over Dib's chest, a harsh command to stay still as he positioned himself between Dib's legs. Knees shoved in under Dib's thighs, taking advantage of the slack in the lower restraints to lift his lower body up and spread his legs apart even wider. Even as Dib drew breath to scream, protest, deny, just do something, Zim's hips pushed forward, something a good deal bigger than a finger demanding entrance. The air in Dib's lungs left him wordlessly as the Irken didn't stop until he was fully inside him.

For the first time since the encounter started, Zim seemed to have lost some of his control. His arms trembled, braced on Dib's chest. Then the vulnerable moment was gone and he dipped his head, tongue slithering out to lap at the human's neck as he began to move.
Dib could feel each little movement. His own erection was firmly pressed against the slick fabric of the top of the Invader's uniform that Zim hadn't bothered to remove, each thrust causing a leak of preejaculate. He moaned, short nails scrabbling at the metal of the table, unable to find purchase.
All too soon it was just too much, and with a howl that may or may not have contained an attempt at Zim's name he reached his peak. Zim made a soft, almost helpless sound as he thrust frantically for a few moments more until his red eyes went wide for several seconds. Then he collapsed bonelessly on the human's chest.
For a minute they simply lay there, both chests heaving as they caught their breath. Dib groaned softly as Zim shifted, his softening member sliding out from inside the human. Zim chuckled, reaching up with one hand to press the button on the restraints.
They slithered back into the table, leaving Dib unbound. Before he could pull his hand back Dib had caught it, bringing it to his mouth to press kisses against his bare palm.
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"Enough." Zim murmured, waving his other hand to turn out the bright light and bring up the rest of the room lights slightly.
Taking his hand back to wrap his surprisingly strong arms around the human, he used his spiderlegs to lift them both up, moving the short distance over to the bed. Then with a tired grin, he let the human drop the six inches or so down onto the blankets.
Dib made an annoyed sound as he was dropped. "Bastard." Then he was stretching out over the blankets as Zim lowered himself beside him. With a slow grin, the human reached out, turning to his side so he could wrap his arms around the shorter alien.
"That," He sounded very content with himself, "was amazing."
"Zim is always amazing, even with silly weird human kinks," came the smug reply, as the alien wiggled out of his top, using it to mop up any excess fluids before tossing it off the bed. "Would have been better if you'd worn your coat."
"No way I was letting you cut it to ribbons." Dib had been reluctant enough to find one of his t-shirts that was expendable, but it just wouldn't have been the same otherwise. "Tell you what, tomorrow you can be all powerful ruler of Earth, and I'll be your captured human sexslave." He stroked a hand down Zim's bare back as the alien purred at the thought.
"And you call my kinks silly."
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