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Wanted	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: A glimpse into the 'what if'. This takes a look at humanity's nature concerning things that they don't understand or refuse to understand. Humans unfortunately have the bad habit of ignoring things they don't like. The become blind to their wrong doings. And Dib is no different. It just takes a different sort of situation for the darker side of humanity to rise in him. Opinions are greatly encouraged as I've never really written something quite like this one. It's also a little different from my usual style. It is also very short, coming in at only about 4 pages.

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They had started their strange new relationship because Dib had asked him. And Zim being who he was agreed to, to please the other. When he had been abandoned, the human picked him up and had become his entire world. Then when Dib had asked to take it a step further the Irken once again agreed. Not because it was something he wanted but because he thought it would make the other happier, because it was what the other wanted. And it seemed to make the other pleased. So he let the human touch him intimately once and a while. Let the alien run hands along his sides. Zim didn't like the touches very much, they went against his nature as an Irken. Irkens didn't like to be touched, didn't like to expose their bodies. It was something that had been in their culture for thousands of years.
To Zim it was only a short time until Dib asked for more, wanted to touch the Irken more fully, wanted to see more. This time the exiled Invader managed to say no, that he wasn't comfortable with it. The human looked a little upset but said that he understood and left it alone.
Until today it seemed.
“Stop it! Stupid human-filth, Zim said stop!” Zim cried out as he was pressed harder against the unforgiving wall. Dib had the Irken pinned against the wall of his bedroom and had no plans of letting the other go. The human sweetly kissed along the other's neck, using one hand to hold Zim's arms above the Irken's head and the other to rub at minuscule hips.
Zim shivered as Dib pressed against him, rubbing, petting and kissing. He had to admit that it felt very nice to be touched in such a way. But he also didn't want to be touched. He had said no. No meant no touching. Why wasn't the human stopping? He whimpered helplessly. He didn't know what to do. What could he possibly do? The other was pinning him down and though he could overpower the human, he knew he would hurt the other doing so. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Dib. Even if it meant that Dib was going to hurt him.
“I finally figured it out. You say you don't want it but you do. I see the way you look at me Zim,” Dib moaned. He bit gently at the tender flesh that he was nuzzling against. He ran his hand up Zim's side and then dipped his fingers underneath the loose pink shirt. With a flourish he sent the annoyance flying to the far reaches of the messy room. The Invader took advantage and ducked away, if he couldn't bring himself to stop the other he wasn't above running away. Not anymore.
The human was fast though, turning quickly, grasping narrow hips and pulling back sharply. Zim stumbled as he was forced backwards against the taller form of the human. He pulled at the hands on his hips, trying to escape since it seemed that Dib was under the delusion that he wanted something like that from the human. He choked when an antenna was assaulted, lips wrapped firmly around the silken appendage. His eyes were unnaturally wide, his mouth open but unworking as he struggled to form a sound. The human sank to the floor, placing the Invader on spread legs. Zim followed, not wanting to risk damaging his antenna. His hands still had an iron grip on the other's hands, not letting them wander further.
Zim keened suddenly, a deep pleasure rooting through his system as Dib started to suck along the black length. Teasingly the human would lightly nibble, barely ghosting across the stiff tips. A gasp escaped the one in his lap and he smiled, glad to know that the other was enjoying his ministrations. He managed to pull a hand away to caress the other antenna.
“S-stop...” Zim demanded once more. His voice was weak and the rest of the protest died in his throat. It felt so good to have his antennae lavished with such caring attention. The only problem was that it was unwanted attention. The hand that wasn't holding Dib's in place found purchase on the carpet, trying to pull himself away from the touches. The human moved his mouth to the other antenna while the hand trailed down to pull off a boot. The procedure was quickly repeated on the other side, the boot like its predecessor was tossed aside. Pointed green toes curled at the exposure and Zim pulled on the carpet a little more forcefully. He needed to get away.....
“Mmmm, Zim, you need this. You need to relax, trust me,” Dib whispered against the antenna. He used the hand that the Irken was still pining to knead soft but petit hips. A strangled whimper came from the one in his lap and he grinned. Antennae and hips, good to know.
“Noooo,” Zim hissed out, his eyes slipping shut as he tried to focus on making a plan of escape. All he had to do was not hurt Dib. Which wasn't as easy as it sounded, humans were a bit on the fragile side. The plan fell apart though when the human suddenly had the catch for his pants undone. A pale hand happily delved inside, stroking smooth skin and trailing down. The Irken thrashed wildly now, his face panicked. He tried to arch away but the hand continued down, thumb rubbing along. Dib sucked on the Irken's neck, splaying his hand out searching for something he wasn't sure was there. His hand dipped down just a little lower and encountered a slit and just below that was another slit. He held onto the thrashing one tightly as his fingers explored, thumb and fingers rubbing at the pleasant discoveries.
Dib pulled his hand away and rose up onto his knees, sprawling Zim flat out on the floor. The Irken rose on his arms to get up but the human pressed his hand against the round PAK while settling himself on top of a small waist. The other hand delved back and difficultly pulled off the black pants. He inched himself back, running one hand down smooth legs. The Irken squirmed, trying to break away.
Zim froze as he felt something pressed against his slit, parting it gently. His breathing faltered as it was pushed inside, sliding in fully and pulling out with ease. He tried to push with his arms but at least half of Dib's greater weight was pressed against his PAK while the other was on his legs. The hand on his PAK pressed down a little more, knocking what little leverage he had away. The finger was pulled back and he relaxed slightly, only to have the finger joined by a fellow. The fingers pumped into him, spreading him for something more. The human pulled his fingers away, unzipping his pants and shuffling them down to free his trapt erection. Sighing he pressed himself between slim thighs. He nudged inside, easing forward with gently rocking motions.
Dib moaned softly as he pressed deeper into the slick tight heat. The Irken beneath him was slack though his muscles quivered and his gloved claws dug deeply into the carpet. He leaned over so that his chest brushed against the warm metal of Zim's PAK and brushed his lips against stiff antennae.
Zim keened pathetically and arched into the floor, trying to pull away. His breath was caught in his throat when he felt the other shift, pulling out and then sliding back in. A faint whimper escaped him as Dib thrust slowly, rolling his hips. It felt... it felt so queer. The sensation of the thick member easing out and then pressing back in was something that he had never felt before. Admittedly it didn't hurt, at least not badly, but the Irken didn't like it. There were pleasurable little tingles that danced up his spine, curling around his PAK connectors, but they were overshadowed by the knowledge that Dib hadn't stopped. That the human had ignored him and taken what wasn't given.
Zim's body trembled as he hid his face in his arms. The human didn't know what he was doing. That must have been it. Humans were stupid and primitive in comparison to the rest of the universe. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes as he fought not to let them fall. He knew he was kidding himself though. He knew enough of the humans culture to know that they frowned upon this sort of treatment as well.
The human started thrusting into him faster, somehow going deeper. Gentle touches along his hips and across his antennae made his breath catch in his throat. The sharp contrast of the feathery touches and the rough thrusts were confusing his body. He keened pleadingly, trying to convey without words what he was feeling since the human didn't seem to be hearing them. The other started thrusting faster, pulling away more sharply to accommodate the rising speed.
Pathetic sounds started to escape his mouth as he angled his hips up, hoping, praying for it to end quickly. He wasn't sure if he could take much more of this. The faint pleasure that his body was experiencing was at war with the agony of his mind and soul. They tore at each other as he started to cry out, voice rising in pitch and volume.
Hot kisses were laid along the back of his neck, running down to his PAK. Nimble digits pulled at delicate antennae causing more pain than pleasure. He whimpered despite himself and dug his claws deeper into the thick carpeting. His breathing was starting to quicken against his will, his body shuddering strangely. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just push the human away?
Dib bit down gently on a strong shoulder, his own muscles beginning to quiver as he neared ever closer to that desired edge of ecstasy. His body was no longer his own as he thrust madly into the tight perfection of his partner. The small almost dainty form beneath him was so delicious, so unbelievably right. This was what he wanted, what he needed. He needed this closeness, this undeniable connection that they were sharing.
Zim bit into his lip, nearly breaking the skin as he fought not to scream. Scream out at his helplessness, at the pleasure and pain of it all. The touches were reaching a boiling point, falling apart as the human began to grip his slim hips harder, thrusting faster than he thought was possible. His body jerked against the floor, irritating his skin as his entire body was rocked. He could feel panting breaths roll across his antennae and heard shaky moans. The human thrust frantically a few more times before stilling suddenly, a heated groan passing pale lips. Something inside of him stung, burning, and as the human pulled away he could feel the sting drip down his legs.
He let himself be rolled over as he stared at the ceiling, his body quivering. Tears collected at the corners of his eyes once more, this time raining down his cheeks. His face was flushed dark blue, embarrassment from his own failure to stop what his people would call an inferior species. But he didn't want to hurt the other, even now after what the human had done. Like his loyalty for the Tallest he would not forsake his chosen, even if he was being hurt.
Seeing the tears Dib gently wiped them away, placing comforting pets along smooth cheeks. More strange emerald tears fell, following their fellows. The human couldn't understand what was making the Irken cry, wouldn't see the line that he had crossed. To him there was no line, his actions had been out of love. So he continued to pet, trying to soothe as he lovingly took the Invader into his arms. He kissed smooth mint skin and waited for the other to calm. Eventually the shaking, the tears, everything just stopped. The Invader in his lap looked up at him, dark pink eyes revealing nothing as they stared into his honey brown eyes. Dib smiled and kissed the other on the lips lightly.
“I love you,” Dib whispered sweetly and hugged the Irken tightly, bringing the other up onto the bed with him. Eventually he drifted off, small smile on his face as he curled around the Invader protectively.
Zim was still in the grip before he broke away to dress himself. He went about the process mechanically, standing uselessly at the door when he was finished. His squeedlyspooch twisted uncomfortably and he opened the door, shuffling to the bathroom. He threw up in the sink, calmly wiping his face and cleaning. He caught his reflection in the mirror and stared at it blankly. What had changed? When had he become so.... broken? Perhaps he wasn't as okay as he believed. He turned away from the ugly truth and slowly meandered back to the room.
He gazed about, pushing off getting close to the human. Over the years only a few things had changed. The décor was slightly different but it still felt the same, it still brought forth feelings of unworthyness, of helplessness. The turn of the nights events only heightened the emotions. He moved over the bed, still not looking at the other. Finally he sighed and laid next to the human, staring at him.
His large eyes taking in details that simple humans would miss, especially in the low light. Nearly full grown for a human male which meant that at best the Irken would only have the other for another seventy or so years. Such a very short time. He curled in on himself and waited for the morning. He only hoped that Dib didn't want any more of him. He didn't think he had anything left to give.
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