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Poison	By : Mistress5463 Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 4311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Poison
- 1
Swinging in time with the music, ears assaulted by the bass as he mixed with crowd, bumping and grinding in dark room, he could barely see a thing. Colored strobe lights illuminated pieces of the floor for only an instant. The song was ending, and the group was settling somewhat, although Dib was still sweating trying to keep up with the music. Taking a chance he paused to catch his breath and glanced around. The people all around him were in boots, fishnet, leather and glow-sticks. He fit right in, except for the glow sticks. As the song ended and the crowd began cheering for the DJ, he took a few deep breaths to continue to glance around. He seriously doubted anyone he knew would be here, not that he knew a whole lot of people anyway. He leaned on his knees, wiping his brow and once again mentally thanking himself for bighting the bullet and getting contacts when he was 17. His glasses would have been lost in an instant.

He looked up again, sifting through the crowd. He could pick out no one, which suited him just fine. With a small smirk he stood again, stretching his hands up. For a moment his arms were lit up bright pink. Fishnet covered the length of his arm, stemming from the modified trench coat. It was dark black and shiny, down to the long trails that swept the floor, past his dark, slit up jeans and heavy black boots (although he was already plenty tall as is). His hair had grown longer than ever, bangs hanging down in front of his hazel eyes, all except the one stubborn lock, which now swooped down to his neck and lightly curled back out at the end. He let his hands drop again, leather cuffs at the end of the fishnet bouncing. Just as the DJ was about to start another song he heard a voice call behind him. Whipping around, he saw green, and it wasn't from the strobe lights.

"Dib-thing!" called Zim, pushing through the groups of friends. He was heavily adorned in glo-sticks, and was wearing his classic Invader Uniform. However, he himself had made a few modifications to his clothing. The pants, instead of being solid black, ended at his thighs and morphed into fishnet until calf-high boots met them. The sleeves of the uniform has slashes every couple inches, exposing soft green skin, and his gloves had been cut short, leaving the first part of his arm exposed. They were also missing their fingers. All this and a messy brown wig had Dib raising his eyebrows as Zim approached him. Coming right up to him Zim returned the look, and Dibs face fell into a scowl. With a sly grin he asked, "What's up, Dib-stink?"

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...

The old nickname, now discarded and replaced with the slightly less abrasive Dib-thing, brought Dib back to his younger years, and he glowered at the alien. He hardly noticed that the music had started until he felt people brushing up against him. Stranded in the middle of the dance floor he had no choice but to move with the crowd. Zim, however, seemed quite confused.

"Dance, stupid," growled Dib, roughly bumping into the Irken. He was hoping to push him into the crowd or better, onto the floor, which was stick with sweat, alcohol and things Dib didn't want to think about, but Zim managed to keep his balance, and soon bumped back.

"Zim is not stupid," he pouted defiantly.

Dib scowled at being pushed back, but decided that this was the perfect time to play with Zim a little. Every time he saw the Irken he would try to assert his power over him, and every time Zim saw him it was the same. What better place than here? Zim couldn’t get away and couldn't hurt him without drawing attention to himself. Dib smiled, and moved himself over to Zim, then, without warning, ground his hip into Zim's.

Zim moved back, as expected, and gave him a strange look. However, in the end, his playfulness showed itself and he moved back to push himself hip to hip again. Dib stubbornly pushed back, determined to win. Through they're strange game, Dib listened to the music in the background.

I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna play these games

He blinked. The music somehow struck him. He pulled away from Zim, to get a moment to himself. His mind started reeling, thinking about the song and how true it was. Confused, the alien blinked, then tried to follow him as he moved through the crowd.

'Wouldn't it be easier if we didn't have to do this? Even though I enjoy it, it's... not right.' he thought to himself. 'And I can't deny it. Ever since the whole Tak thing where we worked together I've wondered if we could be more than enemies. Our games are fun, but... somehow it feels like we're wasting time. Neither of us will ever gather up the courage kill the other, and neither of us will admit that we won’t. We're running around in circles.'

His mind was spinning from the sudden realization and he moved towards the glass leading to the outside. Flashes of different colored lights hit the sliding door and he could see the outlines of ravers pulsing against the glass. Behind him he saw a confused Zim.

'And I know I can't let him win. He'd destroy my home. Well, not like that would be too bad for me, he would keep me for some obscure reason, and... why am I thinking this?' He pushed the door open and stepped outside into the cold night air, taking a deep breath, savoring the crisp air as opposed to the heavy, humid stench inside. He took a few steps out onto the balcony, and heard the door slide shut behind him.

(I wanna love you but I, but I better not)

(I wanna love you but I, but I better not)

(I wanna love you but I, but I better not)

Poison

"What, sick of fighting me?" smirked Zim. He was really covering for his concern, he would never dream of letting Dib know what he was thinking. He had tried to be gentle with the boy, he knew that Dib had no one to support him or care for him, so Zim sometimes found little ways to show his rival some affection. He, of course, thought he was very sly, but Dib knew what Zim was really thinking. The human smirked, and turned to face him.

"Not a chance."

Quickly moving up to him he pinned Zim’s arms against the glass and, as the wide-eyed Irken stood helplessly, pressed their lips. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but he did feel a shiver go through the alien as he did. He internally smiled. He was going to defeat that alien once and for all, and then maybe they could have a little peace without feeling obliged to attempt murder every once in a while.

After a long moment, Zim untensed himself, melting into the kiss. His lids fell closed as he enjoyed the tingling of human skin on his own. Dib still wasn't satisfied, though. He pressed himself closer to the alien, straddling his hips against the door. He heard Zim whimpering protest at being dominated in such a manner, but didn't care. Soon, he slipped his tongue out and licked the alien’s lips. Another soft whimper, turning into a moan, came from the alien’s throat. His lips tingled where Dibs saliva still sat- although a decade on the planet had rid him of most of his water intolerance, it still gave a warm prickling sensation, which was almost pleasant. Still, he tried to keep his mouth sealed off from Dib's soft tongue. Dib continued to lick, until he became frustrated and began nibbling on the aliens bottom lip.

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

Zim could no longer resist opening his mouth to take a breath and release a pleased whine. Dib took the opportunity, quickly pushing in with his tongue and feeling the inside of Zim’s mouth. He let out a low sound, tasting the Irken's mouth and grazing his tongue lightly with his own. He moved to the teeth, and felt that they were actually very sharp. Zim could bite his tough clean off if he really wanted to. However, Zim wasn't doing anything to his tongue, which was actually something of a disappointment. Trying to coax him to fight back some more, he licked Zim's tongue with his own, caressing it and feeling the slick surface squirm. He pressed Zim harder against the glass, pushing his tongue farther in to feel every inch of the alien mouth.

Finally, Zim tried to push back, wrapping his slender tongue around the boy's. Though it was a weak effort, Dib moaned and encouraged him on. As they dueled, Zim began to writhe under Dib's body. Dib only pressed him harder, trapping him in place. Zim opened his mouth for another breath and a gasp. He could feel every inch of Dib keeping him stuck in his place, and to his horror... he liked it. As retaliation he slid his own tongue into Dibs mouth and began mapping out his new territory. Dib moaned again, pleased that Zim had finally decided to fight back. However, he only wanted to bring out the rebellion in Zim so he could crush it, so he began to fiercely fight back.

Zim gave shuddering groans as Dib began to overtake him, his tongue sliding all over the inside of his mouth, and though he tried to resist, he had to pull back into his own mouth and encircle Dib's tongue. He clasped Dib's hands in his own as he began to gently suckle on the intruding appendage. A deep moan came from Dib, and he grabbed the Irkens hands in his own, while still keeping them pressed to the glass. He gently put a bit more pressure on Zim’s hips with his own. Another whimper urged him on as Zim squeezed his hands.

With a bit more deliberateness, Dib pressed himself onto Zim again. With a louder whimper he begged for more. The sucking on Dib's tongue became more intense as Dib began to struggle, rubbing against Zim's lithe tongue. Again he squeezed Zim against the glass, a bit more forcefully than before. Zim let out another loud whine. Dib pulled back again, leaving Zim more room than he had. He focused all his energy on feeling every inch of Dib's velvety tongue and suckling it deep in his mouth. Dib was too distracted with this to notice that Zim had enough room to wriggle between his hips. However, the bit of squirming focused him again, and he forced Zim up against the glass again. Zim tried to writhe out again, but it did him no good, instead rubbing him against Dib, who gave a husky moan and crushed Zim back onto the glass, this time with little delicacy. Zim gave a gasp at the rough treatment and stayed still, hoping not to encourage Dib any more.

With a small smirk, Dib pulled his soft tongue away from Zim, who finally looked up at the boy as he pulled his lips away. However, it wasn't long before they were once again pressed together, Zim's mouth feeling hot with the saliva from Dib. As Zim pressed harder, leaning his head in, Dib began to pull back. Zim, in desperation, bit on his receding lower lip and began to suck on it in a bid to get Dib to lean back into him. It seemed to work, Dib melting into him again for a moment, before pulling away again to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Again he kissed, trailing down the aliens chin. For a moment he released one hand to push up Zim's chin, so he could continue down the neck.

Zim didn't notice he had been released until it was too late and Dib had his hands grasping his again. However, as he continued to trail kisses and the occasional nip down Zim’s slender neck, He moved Zim’s hands out to the sides and down, turning them slowly so that in the end, he was holding Zim’s hands at his side and keeping his upper body there with his affections. Zim whined with each small gesture he made, groaning slightly whenever he would leave a spot of saliva that left him with warm sensitive spot.

Dib kept placing slow kisses and bites down his neck until he came to a lump in his throat. He placed a soft kiss on the alien's Adams Apple, then began to lick at it, causing Zim to give a soft moan at the tingle it caused. Dib smiled at this noise and gently grazed his teeth across the surface. The Irken let out another moan at this, and a shiver ran through him. The boy dragged his tongue against the skin again, but this time Zim bit his lip and tried to stifle it.

"What?" smirked Dib, moving his hand up, carrying Zim's with it and brushing the wig aside a bit. He could see the base of Zim’s antenna, and whispered into it from the side, "Does it burn?" he teased. Zim stifled another moan because of how Dib had gotten closer, and once again pressed him against the door. With a smug look he pushed harder, forcing Zim to release a pleased groan. "Do you like that?" he whispered softly. "...Zim?" On the first syllable he made more of a hiss, sticking his tongue out and gently licking the stalk of Zim's antenna.

The alien let his mouth hang open as prickles ran up and down his spine. A thrill ran through him and he threw his head back, resting it on the glass and trying to take a few shaky breaths. "D- D- Dib," he whined breathlessly, a hot feeling spreading through him from his antenna. He was frightened now, at both what Dib was doing and at his own reactions.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna break these chains

Dib looked a mix between shocked and amused at Zim’s reaction. He pulled his head back to look him in the eyes, wishing for a moment he could see past the false lenses and into Zim's ruby eyes. He felt like maybe then he could garner Zim’s real feelings. Tilting his face towards Zim he tried to get him to look back at him. Moving one hand away from a gloved claw he pulled the Irkens chin down and gave him another soft kiss, which Zim willingly took with the smallest nibble to the boy's lip. With a few gentle strokes to the tender spot he had left on the green neck the alien was once again mewing, lids complacently closing.

Noticing the calm that had overtake Zim Dib gently pressed his hips in on the alien again, then began to bend his leg, supporting himself on Zim and rubbing his boot covered ankle against the alien's fishnet calf. A small purr came from his throat. 'Just a little longer,' Dib thought to himself, 'and he'll have no will to fight.' Outwardly he pulled away and smirked, "You're pretty noisy."

"I can't help it," whined the Irken. He at last noticed that he had one free hand, with Dib stroking his chin again, and as he let out soft contented noises, he moved the claw up to the boy’s side, above his hips. It was partially concealed in the black trench coat, which covered them both and hid them from the cold night. He started to lightly push, hoping to pry Dib away from him and escape, but didn't really mind when it only made Dib force him against the glass harder.

With another smirk, Dib moved back in with his mouth and licked at the spot on Zim’s neck, causing him to move his chin up to make room for the boy. He gave few soft groans at how warm and tender the spot already was, prickling with each new touch. A louder moan came when Dib began to nibble at it, still giving it affections with his tongue. 'It's not fair!' the alien protested in his mind. 'He knows how weak I am against that foul Earth liquid, and he's got me trapped here like-' His thought were disrupted when Dib moved his hand up and stroked the antenna with his bare hand, causing Zim to gasp aloud. The boy continued to suckle and nip at his Adams Apple, and Zim moved his claw to push at the boy’s chest.

As soon as there was a bit of space between them, Dib realized he was being resisted and tried harder to seduce the alien. He bites became less gentle, and Zim gasped accordingly. "Dib, stop it," he grunted. Dib responded with his own moan of pleasure and a soft 'Hn-un'. "Dib, please," he begged, clutching the boys shirt as he forced him away. Dib finally pulled his mouth away, only to lap at the sore spot with his soft tongue. As a shudder ran through him the Irken managed to moan out, "You don't know what you're doing."

This stopped Dib in his tracks. He pulled away his mouth from the tingling, burning spot and glanced at Zim with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Zim looked away, blue blush covering his face as he absentmindedly took his hand from Dibs chest and brushed his wig back into place. "Your antenna?" he smugly smiled. Zim looked back to him, swallowing thickly.

"Y- yes," he mumbled, uncomfortable at how Dib was looking at him, and particularly his antenna. "They're... sensitive," he explained.

"Well that’s why I'm touching them," he smirked, moving his hand up to brush the one he had licked again.

"No," Zim grabbed his hand, "Sensitive like..." he trailed off, still blushing.

"Ooohhh," said Dib. "Sensitive like that?" He had a suggestive smile on his face, but when the alien averted his eyes again he gave a softer one. "Well..." he rested his hand against Zim's warm cheek as he seemed to think, and Zim relaxed his grip. There was a pause as Zim leaned into his hand, eyes closed. "...I'll be gentle then," he suddenly smirked. Before Zim could protest he moved his hand up and slid it under the wig, brushing against the tender, still warm area. Zim's eyes snapped open as he gave a gasp and tried to pull away, but Dib quickly took hold of his chin and held him in place. Zim gave a weak groan of protest as he felt the boys fingertips fondle his tender appendages.

The music had long since stopped, but neither really noticed until a voice pierced the noises Zim was making. "Ew," scowled a female behind them. Both's eyes widened and Dib whipped around, pulling his hands back to his side. Dib mentally slapped his forehead. He had forgotten about the smokers. There was a small group of people on the balcony with them, and one, a purple haired girl that looked vaguely familiar to Dib, looked disgusted. Another girl laughed and waved to them, either inebriated or incredibly ditzy. A third chuckled, "Hey, don't let Zita ruin your fun. Keep going at it, I think she secretly likes it." This earned her a punch in the arm, which let loose another storm of giggles from the second girl.

Zim felt like his face was on fire. 'Oh Irk, they saw all that? They heard all that?' he began to panic. Dib merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said, addressing Zim and grasping his wrist. Still in an embarrassed haze he allowed himself to be pulled back inside and lead to the exit.

"Way to go, Zita," said the third girl with a puff of cigarette smoke. "I was enjoying myself, too."

"I freaking know those guys," she defended herself, crossing her arms and huffing. Another burst of giggles caused both girls to snap "SHUT UP SHIRLY!"

Dib had finally pulled Zim through the dancers and across the floor, to the dark sidewalk illuminated every so often with dull streetlights. Cars came and went; it was a busy street and a fairly busy club. Dib dragged the alien down the road a bit to an ordinary blue car, pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors with a 'blip-blip'. "Get in," he ordered, opening the door. Zim, still too dazed to fight back, obliged, slipping into the black suede seat. He didn't bother with a seat-belt, unsure what exactly it was. Dib moved around quickly and slid into the driver’s seat, putting the keys into the ignition. The engine started up with a purr and Dib put a pulled the seat-belt strap over his chest, glancing over at Zim to see him staring blankly through the windshield. "Seat-belt?" he inquired. Zim looked at him, bewildered, and the boy rolled his eyes. "Here," he said, releasing his own and leaning over. The car was fairly small, so by supporting himself with one hand on Zim’s thigh he could lean over enough to grab the belt and pull it across the alien’s chest. With a click Zim was buckled in and trapped in the car with Dib. As the boy pulled away to buckle his own seatbelt, he decided to keep the hand rested on the aliens thigh.

They drove away in silence, Zim blushing uncomfortably at how high up Dibs hand was. However, it rested motionless, so he wasn't about to draw Dib's attention to it. The Irken's mind was still reeling from what they had just done at the club.

Dib looked over at the Irken with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide his concern. Zim was really out of it. "Zim," he said, turning to him again. With a few slow blink he turned to the boy with a 'hm?' Dib hesitated for a moment then asked, "Y'okay?" He didn't want to sound too worried or caring. The whole point of that was to dominate the alien, to make him submit, but Zim was acting too quiet to be normal. Aforementioned alien gave a noncommittal grunt and stared ahead again.

Dib shot him a nonbelieving glance but turned ahead and began to pull out into the street, then began to rub up and down the outside of the Irken's leg. "C'mon, I thought you didn't embarrass easily," he half-teased, steering with one hand and keeping his eyes on the road.

"Well... I... " he tried to mumble something, but no excuse came out. "No one's ever done that to me before..."

"Oh, I see," nodded Dib.

"And... those are... human mating rituals," continued Zim. "Aren't- I mean..." he trailed off, unsure how to go on. There was a pause, and Zim finally found what he was trying to say.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"To prove I'm dominant," Dib answered simply.

"...So then it didn't mean anything to you." The disappointment in his voice startled both of them, but Zim looked down in his lap, loosely crossing his hands across the chest, and refused to look up. Dib momentarily stopped rubbing the alien’s thigh and, with a quick glance over at him, placed his hand on Zim's shoulder.

"It... did," he admitted, turning a corner. "But... I have to get some power over you. It was the perfect opportunity and..."

"Why? Why do you feel the need to dominate Zim?" he questioned fiercely.

Dib cursed himself. Zim was getting some of his fighting spirit back, defeating the purpose of their make-out. With a huff he said, "So you won't fight me so much anymore."

Bewildered, Zim looked at him. "Why is that a bad thing?!" he exclaimed.

Frustrated, Dib pulled over and turned to the angry alien, who was now tightly crossing his army and scowling harshly. Unbuckling his seat-belt, Dib grabbed Zim’s other shoulder and, before the alien could resist, mashed their lips together again. At first, Zim's eyes flew open and he struggled in the boys grasp. However, soon his muffled cries of anger subsided into mewls of pleasure as Dib gently chewed on his bottom lip.

Zim shifted to face the boy completely, raising his hands to rest on the boys shoulder as his were on him. He gently pulled him closer, and Dib took the opportunity to slip his tongue out to lap at Zim’s sore lips. With another quiet moan, Zim parted his lips, expecting Dib to invade again. However, he continued to tease the alien, licking all around the soft opening. Zim gave a shiver at the warmth it spread through him, and the faint tingle it left. He closed his lips again, but as he did Dib began to push in. Zim accepted him and immediately wrapped his supple tongue around the boys, suckling gently.

Dib gave a pleasured moan at this. He wanted to get closer to Zim; he wanted to be more forceful, but in the cramped space, he wouldn't be able to clamber over to Zim, and the car was still running after all. He moved his hands back from the pink-clad shoulders, hugging the back of Zim’s neck loosely. With his new hold he pulled the Irken closer to him, who whined at being restrained by his seat-belt. Zim continued to enjoy the feeling of Dib exploring his mouth, and Dib the feeling of Zim's serpent tongue.

Slowly, however, he began to pull away, separating his hands behind Zim’s neck and pressing them against his chest to get him to move back. Zim tried to protest, but soon Dib had moved back to his place in front of the steering wheel, strapping on his safety restraints again. "Because," he answered.

With a blank expression and as if nothing had happened he pulled into the street again and continued driving. Zim blinked, stunned for a moment, then with a frustrated sigh he crossed his legs and arms tightly, sitting back in his seat as far as his Pak would allow. They rode the rest of the way to Dib's apartment in silence.

He pulled up and parked in his space, nearly the only empty one. It was rather late, but he was used to that. "Come on," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, "You're coming in." Zim gave him a confused look as he slammed the door and circled the vehicle. He opened the door for the alien (and who says chivalry is dead?), unbuckled him and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him up out onto the street. Shutting the door he locked the car with a press of a button and dragged Zim roughly by the arm to the front door.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, "Get you're filthy hands off me." He was really pissed for not getting a real answer, and it renewed his determination to fight the boy.

"Shh!" snapped Dib, "You'll get me kicked out." He led him inside to the elevator, and pressed the 3rd floor button. "Besides," he said as the door opened, "You didn't seem to mind it in the car."

"Shut up," the Irken hissed, glaring at him. He pulled his arm free as the doors closed, rubbing the spot where Dib had grabbed him as if it were diseased.

Dib gave him a dangerous look. With one swift motion he grabbed his shoulder again, whipping him around to face him, and pinned him hard against the wall at the shoulders, causing his back to arch because of his Pak. "Don't tell ME to shut up, Irken," he growled, staring him down. Zim looked at him wide-eyed, not expecting such a sudden move. Dib smirked at such obvious surprise. He stepped closer, only inches away from his prey. "You don't even know what I could do to you," he gave a nasty smile.

Zim gulped, unintentionally bringing Dibs attention to the soft spot he had created on his throat. With a smile he closed the gap between them, pressing his chest onto the aliens and releasing his shoulders but placing a hand on each side of him so that he was still stuck, but it was more comfortable for Dib. However as soon as he did this, Zim began to thrash, this time determined not to let the boy take him by surprise and trap him. This caused Dib to push harder to try and make sure he wouldn't escape, however all the movement under him caused him to moan as Zim's hips ground into his in the struggle.

Zim, disgusted, yelled, "Get off me, human!" and continued to struggle under him. Dib tried to hold them there, even as Zim brushed him again and went on pressing against him. 'Damn!' he swore to himself, 'I need to placate him again.' Zim rubbed against him again, grunting with effort. 'Then again...' he thought to himself as he let out another moan. However, to stop him from getting away, he backed off for a moment, then thrust himself into the alien, slamming him against the metal wall.

Zim cried out at this, and sent a glare through Dib's head. "How dare you..." he seethed. Dib, however, cracked a smile at the Irken, who, though infuriated, was no longer wrestling against him. If he was going to break him down, he was going to have fun doing it. With another thrust and another cry from Zim, Dib felt even more confident that his plan would work. He grabbed a hold of Zim’s hands again pinning them to the wall, realizing it was much easier when Zim couldn't fight back. Zim let out a cry of frustration at being defenseless again, causing Dib's smirk to widen. With a few chuckles, and a nervous glance from Zim, he lowered his head and licked at the soft spot on Zim’s neck again, earning a loud moan. The burning tingle got more intense every time Dib touched it, and Zim wasn't sure how much more he could stand.

Dib continued to lap at it as Zim continued to whine and once again began to writhe under him. It only encouraged him to gently suck on it again, causing Zim to give a breathless moan. It felt like the spot was on fire with a sweet ache, and Zim tried to struggle away from it, horrified at what was happening and how pleasing it was. He shuddered again as he felt the light tugging on the spot and the tip of teeth grazing over it. He stopped struggling so much, trying to back into the wall as far as he could. Dib, not about to let Zim get away, pressed his hips onto Zim’s again, although this time they were surprisingly gentle.

A chime alerted them that they were on the third floor. Zim looked up immediately, trying to see if anyone was standing outside the door, and thankfully there were not. Dib, however, left a lingering kiss on the tender spot, which was now bruising, and grabbed onto Zim's shoulder again, pulling away. "Come on," he said.

"Where are we going?" inquired Zim suspiciously.

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "Just my apartment." He had it for a few weeks now, though it was already well broken in. We could hardly be expected to live in the Membrane household forever, with an abusive sister and a neglectful father. He had gotten it right after college, although he wondered if his father even noticed his absence sometimes. He strolled down the hallway, pulling out his keys when they got to his apartment. Zim was pulled along the entire way, slightly curious to see the boy’s new home. Dib opened the door a flicked on a light. Both flinched from the sudden light. Dib let his hand slip to the alien’s wrist and pulled him inside. "Not much, but it's something," he said. He was actually proud to be showing off his apartment to someone. There were things scattered all around, but Dib stepped over them as he pulled Zim through the space and to a separate room.

He flipped the alien around so that he facing him, then pushed him back onto his bed. Zim seemed to look around, unsure of where he was. Then he folded his arms in his lap and looked at the boy. "Well, it's all very impressive," he admitted, "but I demand that you let me go immediately."

Dib only smirked at this request. "Oh no," he said approaching the alien, "You're not going anywhere." With that he crawled onto Zim's lap, straddling the alien’s hips, who then moved his hands behind him to get them away from the boy. "I'm going to make sure of that," he smiled cattily. Leaning in he pressed his lips to the aliens, and as he tried to pull back, the boy leaned in farther. Zim cursed in his head again. He was trapped, unless he could push the boy off of him. Just as he began to move his hands from behind him to try this, Dibs own moved forward and pressed them onto the bed. Zim was leaning far back, trying to get away from the boy, scared and a bit upset at what he was trying to do. He tried squirming under pressure, but every time he moved, Dib would press their hips once again., putting pressure on places he shouldn't have.

Zim's only remaining defense was whining, "Dib, don't..." once he turned his face away to part their lips. The boy didn't take kindly to suddenly being forced away, but grinned as he noticed the alien’s neck exposed. Once again he moved down and lightly bit down on the lump, gaining a gasp from Zim. "Dib, don't!" he shouted, violently pulling his hands free and pushing him back.

Dib gasped as he fell backwards off of Zim, landing not too softly on his butt. "Why are you doing this?!" the alien screeched again.

Sitting up he roared, "Because!" He got to his feet, scowl heavy on his face. "Because I said so!" he shouted, stepping up to the alien seated on the bed. "Because I want you to give up, to give in to me!" he began to tower over Zim, who immediately crawled backwards, looking up at him nervously. "Because I want this to be over!" he continued, moving closer, now on hands and knees above the alien, forcing him back until his back hit the headrest. "Because your leaders don't deserve you," he went on, voice raised but no longer shouting. "Because I want you for myself. Because you won't take over the planet and you know it. Because..." he was whispering now, and had succeeded in straddling the alien's hips, chest to chest with him, just inches away from his forehead where he knew the appendages he wanted to touch rested, hidden under a mop of brown hair.

"...Because I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name, my name without disgust but with feeling... feelings I've wanted you to feel for a long time. Feel me inside of you, feel me in your soul. Zim... this is tonight."

Zim’s heart lurched at Dibs words. His eyes only widened as the boy moved a hand up to gently stroke his cheek. His mind sent flying into spirals of 'No, no, I have to resist him, that horrible, wonderful boy, I have to give in, I have no choice, I wont let him do this to me, I will let him, Oh Irk...'

"Zim..." he whispered seductively, smiling at the quickening alien pulse he felt under him. He quietly closed the gap between them, and Zim, too shocked to fight back, sat still as the boy mashed his pale pink lips against Zim’s abused ones, licking and nibbling. Zim stifled a whimper, finally snapping back to reality as Dib's tongue tried to slip inside his mouth again. Alarmed, he tried to pull away, but Dib had him sandwiched between himself and the headrest. Zim could only resist so long before he needed a breath and Dib managed to slide inside his mouth, lapping at the sweet juices. Zim bit down, but instead of harming Dib, to his surprise, his sharp teeth only lightly grazed the soft, slithering intruder. His mind was telling him to hurt the boy, but his body wouldn't obey, and he couldn't deny that part of him was happy about it. The other part, however, was downright terrified.

Fighting past his own internal struggle for a moment, he gently bit down. Dib stopped writhing in his mouth and let out a small gasp, moving his hands up and picking up Zim's claws in his own to pin them on either side of the alien's head. Zim shakily continued clenching his jaw as Dib tried to pull out before his tongue got cleaved off. Wincing in pain as the sharp teeth began to indent a row in his tongue, Dib needed to come up with a plan to loosen Zim’s grip, and soon.

Looking up the aliens scalp, he knew immediately what to do. With a sly grin, he moved one of his hands to the brown wig and slipped his hand underneath, brushing sensitive appendages. Zim stifled a moan against his teeth and Dibs tongue, but visibly tensed him as he clutched the sheets beneath him with his now free hand. Smiling coyly the boy lifted the wig, moving it off of Zim’s forehead and tossing it aside to the floor, exposing the alien, who gave muffled groans of protest. With his free hand he moved up to the thick black stalk of an antenna and lightly stroked it, Zim involuntarily mewling with pleasure as he did. Still, his hand clutched the bed underneath him, and he was tense all over, he didn't release the boys tongue. Not until the boy traced a line halfway down the black feeler did Zim's gasps free him.

The boy pulled his face away, but didn't look away. Zim’s eyes were clenched shut, although from pain or pleasure was not evident. His mouth was down turned, slightly open in a silent gasp. Dib licked his bottom lip, finding a bit of blood from Zim’s bites. He moved his hand down, cupping Zim's cheek and causing the alien to open false eyes to beg him for mercy. Slowly and carefully, Dib removed Zim's contacts, holding his head in place. At first Zim, startled, had tried to move away, but with a whisper of "Trust me," he let boy pluck out his false gray eyes to reveal deep, beautiful rubies. Zim gulped as Dib stared into his real eyes. He always felt protected behind his thick contacts- it was like Dib wasn't really looking into his eyes. But now there was nothing to protect him from the boys stare, as soft as it was, and Zim felt horribly exposed. Not to mention the lack of anything on his head to protect him from Dibs wandering fingers. Zim's face feeling hot, Dib looked at him with a certain curiosity. With mild interest he mumbled, "Irkens blush blue...", which only made the turquoise to stand out even more on the verdant skin.

Once again grasping Zim’s hand Dib stared at Zim with a Mona Lisa smile before moving his head in again to press a kiss to Zim's cheek. He slowly moved up, leaving a trail of wet, tingling kisses up the side of his face. Zim once again tried to moan his protest as Dib got closer to the spot he did not want him to touch, the spot that felt so good but so wrong. Dib sensed him tense as he approached the stalk of the alien’s sensors, and smiled as he placed a soft kiss upon the very bottom of one, enticing another startled moan from Zim. Feeling Zim beginning to struggle again, Dib whispered, "Don't move." He flicked his tongue against the black feeler and listened with an amused grin as Zim loudly gasped and fell still.

"Oh, what?" he whispered, breath hot against Zim’s antenna. "Can't take it?" he smirked. With that he moved in again and dragged his tongue against it, slowly and deliberately this time, soaking in the precious startled cries of the alien below him. Zim wanted immediately to scream, 'No! No no no! Get your filthy human tongue off me!' but the wonderful shudders it sent through him stopped him and turned his protests into nothing but involuntary noises as he pulled both hands free and clutched the sheets beneath him.

Dib smirked and pulled away to look at his prey. A bead of sweat trailed down the Irken's face, which was contorted into a strange mixture of emotions. Clutching the bed furiously, Zim cracked open his eyes and with a hateful glare panted, "I- hate- you." Cerulean blush had settled on his face and he scowled menacingly, although he didn't feel as strong as he was making himself out to be. This became very evident when Dib stroked his appendages again and caused another loud whimper to escape.

Now the boy was beginning to tire of attacking Zim’s sensitive antenna. He wanted more. Interlacing his fingers with Zim’s, he moved in to kiss him softly again. Watching as Zim slowly let his eyelids droop contentedly until they fell shut. Dib rocked his hips gently back and forth, cause Zim to mewl with pleasure. 'Dammit,' Zim thought to himself, 'I shouldn't be enjoying this...' Dib pressed his kiss a bit deeper, and reached his hands down to Zim’s wrists. Carefully he inched towards the hem of his gloves, peeling them back and exposing his upper arm. To distract the alien further he flicked his tongue across his lips, causing a quick flutter of eyelids and an intoxicated moan as he pulled the gloves completely off and clasped Zim’s bare hands in his own. They were soft, baby soft, but had a hot dew starting to form from Zim’s sweat. Dib interlocked their fingers again briefly, before moving one hand slowly down to trace lazy circles in the sheets near Zim.

It didn't occur to the Irken that he was being undressed until he felt Dib brush his hipbone with his soft fingertips and slip underneath his shirt, dragging the hem up slowly. With a gasp he opened his eyes to stare at Dib, horrified. Pulling away he yelled, "What do you think you're-" Dib mashed their lips again, silencing his cries. He moved the pink shirt up even more, exposing the alien’s stomach. Whimpers of protest sounded as Dib stroked the alien’s ribs. Trying to pull it over Zim’s chest completely, he hit the snag of his PAK, so he let it lay halfway up his torso. He continued to kiss the alien passionately as he traced little shapes in the exposed flesh. Once he had Zim placated again he sat up to admire the slender body below him.

Tracing a slow finger softly in spiral on the Irkens chest, he immediately noticed that Zim had no nipples. With a light chuckle he traced circles around where they would be, noticing Zim relaxing under the light touches. He moved his finger down gingerly to where the Irkens belly-button would be and saw nothing but smooth, soft skin. Gently petting it he saw Zim's face melt into a smile at the soft affections being given to him. It dawned upon him that affection must be rare for Zim. A flicker of something went across Dib's mind, and he thought to himself, "Maybe we could get something more out of this..." not realizing he had said it out loud.

Zim gave a light scoff. "You're already getting plenty out of this," he said, but it didn't have its usual sting. Zim was content, although he would have rather flown into a black hole than admit it. The part of him that automatically became disgusted by the thought of Dib was being overruled by something deeper. Zim needed attention, needed love. Even if it was in this strange, semi-unwanted way, Zim couldn't help but allow himself to relax into the touches, only tensing when he stopped to think about what was actually happening. The Earth boy was beating him! But it felt so good... But he's winning! But he’s being so soft and gentle... The alien's emotional needs were winning out over his conscious mind, pushed further into winning the twisted tug of war by every touch and rub.

A light smile graced Dib's features as he watched the alien’s tiny scowl. He knew he was winning out, looking down on the alien calmly allowing himself to be petted. He shifted and scooted down, making Zim’s waist more accessible. Slyly moving his hand up again to trace circles in the Irkens chest he considered the alien. Dib was sick of playing games. At that thought he lightly and swiftly moved his hand up to pet the sensitive appendages again. Zim gave a small gasp and shut his eyes, biting his lip. Dib smiled, but he wanted more of a reaction than that. Each reaction fed his hunger, and yet made it stronger. He needed more.

Taking his hand away and once again to place it on Zim’s chest he gave a few small chuckles. He continued to outline small shapes with his finger and he stared down at the bare, green skin under him. Softly raking nails against it, the alien arched slightly before settling again, with a tiny 'hnn.' Irken skin, so soft, so succulent... oh, Dib was going to enjoy this. "Zim..." he said, nearly purring the name. Zim cracked an eye at the boy with an inquiring look, blue blush still prominent on his face. "You don't have anything to pinch..." he said, in a somewhat sad voice, like he was pointing something out. Slowly, and making little spirals in the skin as he did, he moved his finger down. "You don’t have a belly-button..." he continued. "So..." his hand paused, then moved down to the zipper of Zim’s pants and began to tug, causing ruby eyes to widen. With a soft noise, Zim realized that his bare skin was exposed under the boys pull, and that Dib had finished unzipping him. "...it makes me wonder what you have..." the boy trailed off as he slipped his finger down between the open zipper and then down, brushing against bare skin.

Zim gasped loudly as the boy petted his sensitive spot. He clutched the sheets underneath him, suddenly feeling very warm in places he shouldn't have. Dib petted again, but seemed disappointed- Zim didn't seem to have any pleasure organs. Stroking again, encouraged by the low, throaty sounds Zim was making, he discovered a slight wetness. Raising an eyebrow he looked to the Irken's now very turquoise face. "Zim...?" he smirked, halting his actions for a moment.

Zim seemed to protest with a few needy whines, but eventually opened his eyes to look at the boy. "H...hm?" he asked shakily, completely thrown for a loop by the boy.

Dib tugged down the hem of his pants to get a better look at the Irken. "What... oh." He pulled them all the way off of Zim’s hips and down a bit past his thighs. Now that he could put his entire hand on the Irken he did, brushing him with several fingers and causing another husky groan. He could see a small slit. "But you're a guy...?" he said, sounding confused.

"Ah... it's..." Zim tried to explain the Irken system but as he was a bit distracted at the moment, words didn’t seem to form themselves once in his mouth. So, Dib decided to explore for himself. Stroking the wet opening with one finger, and causing another moan, he pressed it, and was soon allowed in. Zim cried out in pleasure and pain at the boy's finger inside him, feeling it pressed against him and feeling a surge of heat. "Dib..." he moaned, moving his hand down to the boy’s wrist. He began to pull it away, and Dib decided that he would trust the alien and pull away. A soft groan came from Zim as Dib left him as quickly as he came, but he didn't let the feeling stay. Letting his own fingers linger he felt a small push inside him, and his arousal was exposed, an alien penis sticking out from where it had been kept safe.

"Irkens keep their organs hidden until they're needed..." Zim explained sheepishly. Dibs eyes widened. So Zim was a guy after all. He tilted his head as Zim smiled up at him sheepishly, still blushing. He examined Zim's arousal, slightly curious. It seemed to be the same basic structure as a human's, only with what looked like a flower bud for the end, with a small tip to ease entry, oozing a clear gel, most likely a natural lubricant. Dib smirked. Too bad Zim wouldn't be needing it for him.

He stroked the alien's stalk, letting the moan fill his ears as he let his eyes fall shut for a moment. A content sigh escaped his lips, which were covered in a small smile. Somehow he liked the noises Zim was making. They were much louder, much more primal than before, and it seemed like a relief to hear them, almost like an itch that he hadn't realized needed to be scratched. He opened his eyes again, looking slyly to the Irkens flushed and slightly contorted face. "Zim..." he called softly. It felt so devilishly nice to say the aliens name without hatred. He stroked him again, getting some of the clear liquid on him and causing another purring moan to come from the green throat.

"Hrm... Dib?" mumbled Zim with a toothy grin. Every touch had him getting harder and more drunk on his own pleasure. Softly he moved a free hand up to graze Dib's still clothed crotch. "What is it?" he asked.

Dib gave a tiny pleasured moan, realizing too late that Zim was taking control. The alien started to work on unzipping the boy's jeans above him, pulling them off with one hand while he stroked his groin with the other. Dib leaned himself into the touches, letting his pants fall away from him, arousal obvious through the fabric of his boxers. Zim slipped a bare finger into the waistband, Dib shivering at Irken skin hot against his hips. Dragging them down to expose the boy’s pelvis, but still kept them covering him as he stuck the other hand up the boy’s shirt to feel his chest, lingering on the small bumps he found. Dib's eyes fluttered at all the attention he was getting, and it took him until his shirt was completely pulled over his head and flung off to the side to realize that he needed to tame Zim again.

As Zim began to pull the fabric off of Dib's arousal, the boy moved a hand down to catch him. "Remember who's in charge here," he warned with a small smirk, pushing the Irkens hands away. He ran a finger along the length of Zim’s member, at the same time leaning down to kiss a sensitive antenna. Zim, as expected, went limp and placid underneath him, a low groan coming from his throat. Dib touched him again, then again, kissing him on the mouth and slowly dragging his tongue out across the soft, perfect lips. Zim wanted so badly to make noise, but the human's mouth on his made it nearly impossible. His abused tongue couldn't take much more, still faintly burning from the water exposure earlier.

Dib slipped off the undergarment once Zim was putty in his hands again, still pressing their faces together. He lingered to look into his half-lidded crimson eyes as he pulled away, petting his cheek with his thumb briefly before sitting back up on Zim's thighs, accidentally brushing their members as a result. Both gave stifled whimpers as a result, but Dib was better at holding the noise back. Dib deliberately leaned in and rubbed them, both of them stiffening at the touch. Zim clung to the sheets below him nervously again, letting out a small noise.

"Are you ready?" Dib asked deviously. He moved so that he was sitting in-between Zim's legs, then, still smirking, moved his hands to the alien's knees. Spreading and lifting them slowly, and watching Zim whimper and blush as he did, he positioned their legs to give him access to Zim's entrance. A coy smile came upon him as he drew a line down Zim's thigh, looping around to slip past his member, lightly coating his finger with the alien's lubricant, and down to its target.

Zim bit his lip, trying to stifle his noise. Even though his determination was wavering, he knew noise would only encourage him. However, his resolve didn't last long when Dib pushed a single finger inside of him, causing him to gasp sharply as his body clenched around the intruder. Gripping the sheets beneath him he begged, "Dib, stop this, please..." but the man only smirked back at him, pushing on and causing more startled whimpers to come from the alien throat. For a moment he paused, giving a little time for Zim to get used to the feeling. Leaning down he pressed a tender kiss to Zim's partially exposed chest, cooing and nuzzling his cheek into it lightly, forehead brushing against the rumpled pink tunic pulled up and resting at a green collar bone. As soon as he felt Zim relax somewhat under his touches, he slid himself in farther.

Zim was breathing faster now; the human feeling inside of him unsettling but at the same time... oh, how good it felt. How wonderful, how magnificent, to have Dib inside of him. Even as the smirking figure above him brought another finger to his entrance and pushed it in too, causing another sharp gasp and more tension, Zim could feel Dib brushing and bumping his inner walls, making him bite his lips to stifle his moans. Clutching the sheets fast he felt himself slip and whimper aloud, but the more he held himself back, the more determined the boy seemed to be to break him.

Encouraged by the small noise Zim had made, he pushed himself farther, watching Zim grind his teeth and bite his cheeks. With a deliberately rough push he managed to get another whimper from the alien. "Mmmm... Dib, this is so wrong..." he moaned, looking up with barely open ruby eyes. Dib stared back down at the aliens pleading face, but kept his smirk. He could see the small ghost of pleasure on Zim’s face, spurring him on.

"Shh..." whispered the human reassuringly. He placed a hand on Zim’s chest and, below his hips, moved a third finger in to penetrate him. Immediately Zim gave a pained moan, face contorting in agony and ecstasy. Breathing becoming erratic he moved his claws up to the boy’s shoulders, digging them into the bare skin. Almost taken aback, Dib expected himself to be pushed away, but instead the Irken kept him in his iron grip, just holding him where he was. With a few chuckles he whispered, "Relax," and leaned down to kiss a soft sage cheek, gently rubbing the spot with his thumb afterwards. A tiny whine escaped the alien as he once again went lax.

Dib paused a moment to allow Zim to calm down, then slowly slid in deeper. He moved his other hand down from the aliens face and let it creep down his chest and stomach to tickle the sensitive skin between his hipbones. Unable to stop the smile and the purr that came from him at this, Zim pulled Dib into a kiss to hopefully distract him. However the boy, undeterred from his actions, reached down to pet and stroke the alien's erection. A sharp "Oh!" rose from Zim’s lips as he arched his back and pulled his lips away, throwing his head back. Dib could feel the member ooze more lubricant, and as he pulled away from it he smirked.

Sneaking in as far as they would go while the alien wasn’t paying attention, Dib's fingers made a scissors motion inside of him, causing another startled groan. They continued to maneuver inside of him, stretching him in preparation, and Zim couldn’t get enough. His breathing became short and sporadic, and he could feel himself beginning to get hot, although not sweating profusely yet. He gripped Dibs pale shoulders and dug in, hard, leaving small dents. Nothing stopped the movements inside of him, though. "Dib..." he groaned the boys name breathlessly.

Then, suddenly, Dib slipped out of him, leaving him to whimper. "Dib, please, don't stop..." he pleaded. But as soon as he said it he felt Dib take hold of his hips. Shifting on top of Zim, he moved himself up so that their cocks gently brushed, causing each to whimper for more. Zim pumped out more fluid as Dib shifted again, clasping Zim’s hips under him tightly. In a sudden movement Dib dipped down and ground their hips together, a gasp rising from both of them as he did.

Dib re-positioned himself again. Now that he had enough of the Irkens lubricant on him he could finally finish it. Pressing his head onto the entrance and grunting with effort, the human began his penetration. Underneath him the alien waited with nervous anticipation. At first, Zim’s body would not let him pass, but with enough force he finally came through, just pushing the tip in and driving Zim to cry out in shock. Whimpering and wriggling under him, and clutching his shoulders tightly, the alien begged, "Wait, Dib, I- I can't..." and groaning loudly as the boy ignored him, pushing farther.

Zim’s cries became louder as Dib moved in him, inch by wonderful inch, both of their faces contorted in ecstasy. The grip on his shoulders got tighter and tighter as he went further and further, holding on to the aliens bare, beautiful hips. Finally, he slipped in all the way and paused, panting for breath. He had never felt anything like the hot body he was inside of now, pressing all around him. Waiting for the Irken to relax as he adjusted to the feeling, a husky sound escaped him. "Ohh... Zim..." he moved up to stroke the alien member, another whimper from Zim responding to the touch.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips. Zim's attempts to stay quiet were in vain as he whimpered and groaned, clawing at the boy and leaving red marks all over his upper torso. Dib only continued, gently moving in and out and panting lightly. Underneath him, Zim was really beginning to sweat. Hardly able to breathe, filled will the indescribable feel of Dib pumping inside of him, he continued to claw at his shoulders.

Getting more used to the strange sensation, he started to push harder, faster, but still gently to allow Zim to adjust. The alien's eyes were shut, his mouth slightly down turned and open as whines continued to escape him. Spindly green digits continued to dig into skin as Dib continued, until after one thrust Zim moaned sharply- the boy had hit his pleasure spot. Smirking, Dib pumped and hit it again, another moan rising up. Now he became more deliberate in seeking out that spot, working with swift, fluid motions. "Mmm... Dib..." the green body beneath him pleaded between groans, "Don't stop...!"

Dib was grunting with the effort of thrusting now, a fine coating of sweat covering both of them. He was pumping hard, and hitting Zim's erection with his abdomen with every movement. Moaning as Dib hit the spot again and again, hitting him elsewhere at the same time, Zim wasn't sure how much more he could take. All logic had flitted away and everything in him was screeching "More! More!" His grasp on Dib held fast as the boy continued to please him. Why hadn't they done this sooner? Oh, if only he'd known how wonderful it was to give up!

Suddenly, Zim hollered as Dib struck his prostate directly. As he cried out he pulled the boy close to him, and Dib shocked, momentarily stopped. Breathing erratic, he panted, "Again! Please, more!" Smirk lighting up his face, Dib pulled halfway and quickly thrust again, colliding into the same spot and causing an ear-splitting shriek. "More!" he screamed, digging his claws into the boys back. Dib obliged, thrusting himself hard into the smaller male and soaking up the wonderful shouts he got as reward.

Beads of sweat now dripped off of both of them as Dib rammed himself in, hard. The bed started creaking in disapproval, but neither payed it any notice, too entwined in their mindless bliss. Pleasure and adrenaline coursed through their veins; Zim felt himself getting harder with every bump, Dib could feel himself approaching climax. Breath quickening with each movement, Dib's face screwed up in concentration as he nearly pulled all the way out and jammed back in, hitting Zim harder every time. He would be finished soon.

Blindly calling out and screaming Dib's name, Zim held to him with all his might as he got more aggressive, striking him at full force every time. "Zim!" the boy called out with another rough push. "I- think- I'm- going- to..." he panted between thrusts. He went in again and pulled himself nearly all the way out, then, in one quick, solid motion, he drove himself deep into Zim's tunnel one last time before screaming to the heavens as he felt himself tighten and release his load into the Irken. Zim clutched his shoulders, gasping as he did, eyes wide open as he stared at the boy's face. Dib grasped his hips tightly as he pumped his essence into the alien, face twisted in unbridled pleasure. Zim moaned along with him, feeling the hot liquid fill him and clenched his fingers for a moment.

Dib pulled out, leaving the Irken to whimper. As ready as he was to collapse, breathing heavily and using Zim's knees as support, he noticed the alien hadn't cummed yet. Well, that wouldn't do at all. With a small smirk he looked to Zim.

Suddenly the Irken felt something hot run across the tip of his hardness. With a sharp gasp he looked down and saw Dib's eyes peering up at him innocently. However, far from innocent, he licked the head of the alien penis again, causing Zim to give another startled moan. "What- what are you-" he began to ask, but the burning hot abruptly encompassing him stopped him as Dib took his erection into his mouth and his question was replaced with a groan. "D- Dib!" he shouted, trying to sound angry and failing. Dib slowly and deliberately dragged his tongue across its surface, another loud noise erupting from Zim's chest.

The molten hot feeling all over him, faintly tingling where the boy was using his tongue, was forcing more sound out of Zim than Dib could have dreamed. He continued his crusade, lapping up not only the sweet lubricant that pulsed out of the member, but also the sweet cries of the body under him. Beginning to suckle, the boy squeezed the alien’s knees, and in return the alien reached down and ran his fingers through the raven hair, burying and entangling them in the locks as he pressed him in closer. Dib gently bobbed his head and Zim continued to moan in ecstasy as the boy worked his magnificent, velvety tongue all over him.

Pretty soon, all the attention began to drive Zim over the edge. "Ah, ohhh, Dib!" he cried, clutching the boys head. He began to work faster, trying to lick every inch of skin that he could wrap his tongue around. Panting fast, Zim tensed and breathed, "Here- it- comes..." as he felt climax start to overtake him. Soon he was screaming out into the night, holding the boy as he pulsed and pushed out his alien essence, riding out climax with a final panted shout of, "Dib- I- love- you!" before he went limp underneath him.

Dib swallowed, pulling away and crawling up the bed above him. Lowering himself shakily, he lay on top of the alien so that he wouldn't get away in the morning, straddling his hips and resting his hands on top of the rhythmically rising and falling chest.. Zim lazily wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing his shoulders up and down where he had left marks and cooing softly into his ear. Dib nuzzled her cheek against Zim’s lips, and the alien granted him a kiss. They both fell asleep in that soft, naked embrace.

The next morning Dib awoke in his bed, rolled over on his side. At first he sleepily blinked, wondering why he had slept naked. Then the recollection of the previous night came back to him and he sat up, wide awake. Where was Zim? 'Dammit!' the boy cursed, 'I can't believe he just ran off after that!' Thoroughly upset, Dib moved over to his drawer and picked out a pair of plain black boxers and a baggy blue T-shirt. Disgruntledly putting them on he shuffled to the kitchen, figuring he needed to eat to sort his thoughts out. However when he arrived there he got a surprise.

Zim was standing at his stove, apparently making pancakes. Two plates were set out on the table, along with silverware. With a surprised noise, he tilted his head to look at the unusual scene before him. Zim turned, spatula in hand to face him. "Oh! You woke up," he said. "Uh... I'm making breakfast..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. 'You won'? 'I give up, please, give me a life to look forward to'? 'I can't fight you anymore, let’s just continue like this'? Nothing seemed quite right. However he was snapped from his thoughts as Dib stepped over to him and smiled.

"What're you making?" he asked.

"Oh, just some pancakes..." he shrugged, turning back to flip one of them. As he was turned away Dib closed the gap and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on top of the alien's head. Zim's eyes snapped open for a minute, but then he let them fall half closed, leaning into the human and wrapping his free hand around Dib's arms encircling his waist.

"So..." Dib whispered quietly, "...What now?"

Zim sighed wistfully. "I dunno," he responded. "I can't..." he paused for a moment to collect himself, and nervousness fluttered in Dibs stomach. This had to work. Zim softly continued, "...I can't fight you anymore." Dib's tension eased, and he cooed into Zim’s antenna. Zim softly moaned and leaned in farther. "...But," he continued gently, "I'm scared. I don't know what to do..." He felt so secure in Dib's arms, and he didn't even know how or why. It was warm and safe, and he didn't want to move.

Dib gently smiled. "You can stay here," he offered. "With me."

Zim let his eyes fall shut. He only breathed in and out for a few moments, deep in thought. "...Yes." he said slowly. "Yes... I think I would like that..." he whispered.

Dib smiled and held him tight. "I'll make sure you're alright, Zim. I'll take care of you, better than anyone ever has before."

"No one ever has taken care of me before..." whispered Zim. Dib held him even tighter, closing his eyes for a moment and enjoying the closeness. Then he looked over Zim’s head and smirked.

"...Your pancakes are burning."

In a panic Zim's eyes snapped open and he pulled away, trying to flip the cakes quickly, frowning at their darkish brown color. Dib couldn't help but chuckle as Zim pouted over his muddled breakfast. "Haha, it's okay," he comforted, "I like mine a little crispy anyway." Zim crossed his arms and gave him a look, which soon turned into a smile. Dib stroked a green cheek and grinned to himself. Breaking down Zim was the best thing that could have happened, to either of them.
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