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The Epic of Dib	By : Fuzzbeast Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "I do not own Invader Zim or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story."

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11 (Bonus Chapter/Deleted Scenes)
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"The Epic of Dib"
Author Note: Hey guys! Here's a load of warnings and stuff. First off, this is a yaoi fic, which is full of gayness, so if you don't like that sort of thing, then get out of this fic before it's too late! It's ZADR, which is Zim/Dib pairing (but there will be many more pairings later with other characters). The story is written from Dib's POV. Also, this is the first fanfiction I've ever really written, so please go easy on me in the comments. Lastly, there is graphic sex later, Zim is a bit OOC, and it is a bit mopey and depressing at first (attempted suicide warning!), but it gets nicer, I promise! Oh, and please don't steal this fic and pretend that it's yours. That'd be most uncool! Alright then, onto the fic! Happy reading!
"I do not own Invader Zim or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story."
P.S. - Oh, and to my very first reviewer, "Jake", thanks so much for the kind words! I didn't think anyone at all was reading this story...
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Over the years, Zim and I slowly morphed from mortal enemies to lesser enemies that just sort of yelled at each other, and finally to the point where we rarely fought at all. It just seemed that his schemes for world domination gradually slowed down in frequency (probably due to the fact that they never worked out). Perhaps he was finally losing his motivation. I noticed (via my spy-bugs in Zim's base) that he didn't bother to even report to the Tallest anymore, and they never called back, so I guess they must've not cared much - or perhaps they were glad to be rid of him...
Either way, I'd made it to my Junior year of high school alive. Zim had grown quite tall over the years by Irken standards, although he was still only five feet tall, and I still dwarfed him by a whole foot. The sad thing is that even though he was tall by his people's standards, he was still considered a runt by human standards. Despite this, Zim seemed to be very proud of his newfound height and kept talking about how his "height genes" finally kicked in. Along with his increased height, Zim had improved his disguise over the years. He'd adopted hologram technology similar to Tak's and now could reasonably pass for a real human. He had proper skin color, a nose, ears, everything. He still kept his blue eyes and short black hair, but now it was styled up in spikes (probably easier for the hologram to generate hair that didn't move much). If I were perfectly honest with myself, I'd say he was rather attractive.
Zim and I often spent our free time at school just idly chatting with each other. He even sat with me at lunch, although Gaz had abandoned me at the lunch table years ago. We spent half our chit chat just throwing insults at each other, but I could tell that neither of our hearts were really in it anymore. Sometimes I told him about the things I was doing, like searching for Bigfoot in the woods or all the repairs I was making to Tak's old ship, and he'd even given me a half-compliment about being "somewhat smarter than the others." Occasionally he'd ask me questions about human customs, and I'd try to answer as best as I could. I remember the time he asked me why humans "press their mouths together and make those smacky noises" and I got extremely flustered and red in the face as I sputtered out that "it's called kissing, and it's to show affection." "Disgusting!" he screeched and darted out the cafeteria doors before I could say anything more.
Sigh, I don't know when I'd developed a stupid crush on Zim, but it had definitely happened over the years. Maybe it was due to the huge portion of my earlier years I'd spent being obsessed with him, but I just couldn't bring myself to even be vaguely interested in anyone else. Of course, I wasn't so stupid to believe that he'd ever really return my affections. He clearly thought human 'affection' was icky, so he'd definitely never want me. Plus, I didn't even know if Irkens mated (especially since they were grown and hatched from tubes) or even understood the concept of love. So, just like everything else in my life, my futile desire for Zim's love was just another failure waiting to happen. Except that this time, I knew better than to even bother trying to begin with.
Despite my newfound "friendship" (if you could call it that) with Zim, my life was a living hell. I'd spent years trying to save these wretches from alien invasion, and they'd done nothing but scorn me and treat me like even less than dirt. My classmates taunted me constantly, called me stupid, ugly, and crazy. They'd trip me or push me down the stairs, steal my notebooks, and break my stuff "accidentally." Torque beat me up every other day and stole my lunch money. He'd even broken my glasses several times and I'd had to weld them back together in my dad's lab. My teachers refused to help, just dismissing it as a "character building" experience. The school counselor (a new one had replaced Mr. Dwicky long ago) kept insisting that if I just "tried to stop being so annoying and act more normal, I wouldn't get picked on so much." That stupid bitch. So, I just did the best I could to avoid my bullies and escape their constant stream of abuse.
I got bad grades even though I was very smart, simply because I couldn't bring myself to care about the stupid homework assignments anymore. My dad was rarely home, and when he was, he spent his time arguing with me over my poor academic performance. He blamed it on my unhealthy interest in "that pseudo-paranormal-science garbage" and vowed to get me interested in "real science". Sometimes I defended myself and my interests, but more often than not, I simply sat numbly and stared up at him, giving him some semblance of agreement simply so he'd drop the subject and stop hounding me. Gaz just ignored me nowadays (especially since she was gone a lot now at her new part time job), and I spent most of my time alone in my room, planning paranormal investigations that I increasingly started to care less and less about.
Today I sat at my computer screen, staring at the outline of my newest plan to travel to Lake Spooky to look for the Lake Spooky Monster. I realized in the back of my mind that Dad would never let me go that far away from home, that I didn't have the money to travel anyways, and that even if I did find evidence of it, no one would ever believe me because they never did. There must be a huge pile of ignored video and photo evidence I'd sent in to Mysterious Mysteries over the years, and my fellow Paranormal Investigators at the Swollen Eyeball network had given up on me by now, labeling me as crazy. How pathetic to be ostracized by the very people who were already ostracized from mainstream society. Still, I kept going through the motions. I looked up maps of the Lake Spooky area, I watched some interviews with witnesses, and I read up on eyewitness accounts. I found myself less and less motivated to continue, though, and eventually, I sighed and shut my computer off. "I'll just continue this later," I said aloud to myself. In my mind, though, I wasn't sure if I would really bother to or not.
I lay down on my bed and just stared at the ceiling. I felt bored and yet too apathetic to do anything. As often in these moods, my thoughts started to drift to Zim. I couldn't help the fact that I loved him, that I found him attractive (even more so in his natural form!), that I was gay. Gay. Yet another thing that made me weird and different from my peers. Yet another reason I was "wrong." Still, I was attracted to Zim, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling that. I'd already given in to guilty fantasies before, and now I once again started sliding my hand slowly down to my pants. I undid the zipper and slipped my hand under the elastic of my underwear. I gave myself a few gentle strokes as I felt my erection forming. I started to slide my hand up and down a bit faster. In my mind I imagined Zim's delicate three-fingered hand sliding up and down my length. "Ah... Zim," I moaned softly. I started to pump harder now, gently stroking and squeezing the tip and rolling the foreskin back and forth. A few drops of precome started to drip out and I increased my pace. Eventually, my orgasm hit me and I cried out softly. As soon as the pleasure started to fade, a familiar feeling of sadness and disgust crept in. "Well Dib," I said aloud to myself, "I hope you enjoyed yourself because this is the only love you're ever going to get." The statement made me chuckle in a dark rueful sort of way. I decided a nap was best now, and I popped a couple of my sleeping pills to get the job done.
Once Monday rolled back around I prepared myself once again for the hell called school. I ran up the front doorsteps only to be tripped by one of my merciless classmates, who just laughed and walked off. I picked up my stuff and continued trudging on down the hall. "Hey Dib, why's your head so big?!" someone yelled from behind me. I ignored him and moved on. "Hey, hey Dib! Did you save us from any aliens today?! Did they probe your anus?" "Freak!". The familiar words stung but I tried to ignore them. One would think that I'd be used to it by now but their nastiness was starting to break my will...
I got through the rest of my droning classes and made it to lunch. Being spring, I decided to go to the outside tables to eat the slop from the cafeteria. Just as I was making my way over to an empty table, Torque shoved me from behind. I stumbled and fell, the side of my face smacking painfully into the edge of a table, before finally landing in a mud puddle. The contents of my tray landed right on Zita. "Ugh!" she shrieked. "Who did that?!" Her eyes finally landed on me. "Dib, you fuck-up! Why do you have to ruin everything! Why don't you just go and die! No one wants you here!" she yelled. "Gah..." she muttered, her anger spent. She turned back around and ignored me. I didn't even notice my cheek was bleeding as I slowly got up. I didn't even realize how muddy I was. All I could think about was those words... They stung me with a sort of sharp, cruel poignancy - not because it was a lie, but because it was true... I turned and quickly ran out of the yard and off school property. Who cares if I get another detention for skipping class?! I quickly reached my empty house and ran upstairs to my room.
I stripped off my muddy clothes and threw them in the hamper. Instead of putting on any new clothes, I just stood there in my underwear and stared dumbly at my surroundings. Zita's words kept echoing through my mind. "Why don't you just go and die!" "No one wants you here!" "You fuck-up!". Just why did I ever try to save these people? They don't appreciate it. My whole life...I...was trying to save these ingrates. All the pain and suffering I'd endured for them... Everything I've ever done...
I stared at all my possessions as if they were foreign objects, my mind feeling dull and fuzzy. I ran my finger over the top of my computer monitor. All the time I'd spent planning ways to thwart Zim when I was younger... I stared at my open closet. My trademark trenchcoat was hanging there. How I had loved that coat when I'd first gotten it (and had subsequently updated it with bigger sizes over the years). I had thought it made me look like a real paranormal investigator... Of course, everyone thought it looked weird and unfashionable... I turned and stared at the files taped to my walls like posters. I touched the fraying edge of the one about Bigfoot. How I had struggled to find the truth in life's mysteries! ...But it had brought me nothing but scorn and contempt from my peers and my family. I turned my dull gaze to my bed, a place I'd spent many fitful nights unable to sink into the welcoming embrace of sleep. I looked at the little Zim doll sitting in the corner. I'd made it in Home Ec. class in 9th grade because we had to do a sewing project and I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do. The corners of my mouth tugged upwards a bit at that thought. My "little Zim" was so cute... I glanced out the window and caught sight of Zita walking home, laughing and talking on her phone. I felt a small pit of sadness and fury well up in my chest. How I'd fought for these cruel assholes! I'd endured countless fights with Zim for them, and I'd even broken my arm climbing a building to save their asses and they didn't even care! Ironically, the only one who was even vaguely friendly towards me now was the very person who had been my enemy... It felt very sad in a karmic sort of way...
I didn't allow myself to cry very often, but I felt my lower lip trembling now. My chest felt tight and painful. I allowed the tears to slide freely down my cheeks. The salty water stung my cut from earlier. I walked into the bathroom across the hall and shut and locked the door. I stared at myself in the full length mirror on the backside of the door. My hair was dirty and flecked with dried mud. My glasses were slightly askew. I touched the mended joints where they had been broken in the past. My skin as pale and white, and my frame was rather scrawny. I touched the cut on my cheek. It stung a bit. My fingers ghosted over the bruises on my shoulder and chest, given to me by my bullies a week before... I stared deep into my own brown eyes. Then the realization hit me. I didn't like this person I saw before me. This person was weak and unattractive and pathetic and didn't belong in this world. All I'd ever wanted was one person who was on my side. Just ONE PERSON. Someone who'd be my friend and ally. ...Someone to love me, even. Sure, my dad said he loved me, but he sure didn't like me. I was a terrible embarrassment to him and a serious disappointment, and he never believed in anything I said. Mr. Dwicky just patronized me by pretending to believe me about the aliens, and then he just abandoned me. My own sister hated me and my classmates rejected me. Even Zim, who was a bit friendlier now, would never love me the way I so strongly desired... My once endless resolve was breaking now - my fortitude was crumbling. "Why don't you just go and die..." Zita's words echoed through my head once more. I had reached my breaking point. Something was snapping inside me...
"Well, I think it's about time I stopped trying to help these bastards and did something for myself," I said aloud. Something selfish, something just for me. Something just for me... I opened the door and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, along with my bottle of sleeping pills. I carried them back to the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind me. I set the pen and paper down on the floor beside the edge of the bathtub. I pulled a razor out of the medicine cabinet and set it carefully on the edge of the tub, along with the sleeping pills. I ran the water until it was nice and hot, filling the tub. I wiggled out of my underwear, and as my body slid in, I flinched at the hotness of the water. The blank paper sat on the floor where I'd left it. I just looked dumbly at it for a few moments. This was my suicide note, so what should I say? Grand speeches and possible long-winded monologues flitted through my mind, but in the end I simply scrawled "Sorry dad" on the paper and set it down on the floor. For once in my life, I was at a loss for words.
I relaxed into the water, sighing. I decided to give myself one last bit of pleasure before I left this world. "Why not?" I said softly. "My birthday's in a few weeks anyways, I deserve a small present." I slid my hands down my chest, letting them rest at my groin. My left hand cupped my balls, gently stroking. I slid my right hand up my shaft, squeezing gently. I didn't think of Zim this time. I didn't really entertain any fantasies at all this time. I just stroked myself in a mechanical fashion until I'd rung out a few spasms of pleasure. The pleasure faded quickly and my gaze moved to the pills and razor. "Happy Birthday, Dib," I whispered. I grabbed the pills and swallowed as many as I could stomach. Then I took the blade out of the razor. I quickly slid the razor across one of my wrists, gritting my teeth against the pain. I summoned the courage to do the same to the other wrist. Now my blood was leaking out of me. I dunked my hands under the water, hissing in pain. Soon now, it won't hurt so much. Soon... I felt the pills starting to kick in, making my head fuzzy. The blood spread outward, and in my delirious state, I thought it looked very much like twin flowers blooming from my wrists, bright and red. How beautiful, how beautiful...

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I woke up in a strange place. My head was pounding. I reluctantly opened my eyes against the bright glare of light. My dad was staring down at me. "Dib, are you awake son?" I stared up blankly at him, unable to process what was going on. "Dib, Dib, please speak to me! Please!" I couldn't quite form coherent thoughts at the moment, but a few tears slid down my cheeks. "Dib!" my father cried. I finally uttered something. "You should've seen it, Dad; it was so beautiful..." He sighed and bowed his head. I couldn't tell if he was crying or not.
I found out later that the only reason I had survived was because my dad had made a rare trip home to pick something up, and had noticed the bathroom light on. He knocked on the door out of curiosity, then called my name. His calls got more frantic when I didn't answer. He had apparently eventually broken the door open and discovered me there. I can only imagine how I must've looked. After that, a trip to the hospital to bandage up my wrists and pump out the contents of my stomach, and I found myself laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. I was kept there for a few days until they decided I was physically okay. I didn't much speak to Dad or Gaz. I just didn't feel like it. Dad kept trying to get me to confess what was wrong, but I felt like there was just too much to say and yet not enough words to express it. I overheard him talking to a nurse, who said I was "just trying to get attention" under her breath. I heard him mutter, "my poor insane son, where did I go wrong?"
It's ironic how when someone actually succeeds in committing suicide, it's a big tragedy and everyone cries about how we should stop bullying, and how "if only we'd give that person love and acceptance, we could've saved them!" And yet, when someone attempts suicide and doesn't succeed, they wake up to unsympathetic sneers from people who label you as an "attention seeker" and a "moody teen" who's in an "emo phase." The hypocrisy makes me nauseous at times.
I was moved from the hospital to a psych ward and held against my will with my dad's permission. The therapist there kept trying to get me to talk to her, but I just stared at her with a glazed over look in my eyes. I didn't feel like talking to her at all, especially after what happened when I opened up to Mr. Dwicky years ago. I just don't have any trust in this person. They continued to hold me there for a few weeks. I could hear them whispering about my history of "delusional rantings" and "attention-seeking" and now "self-harming behavior." So, they thought I was just as crazy as my dad did.
The shock treatments were the worst. I know they're supposed to help with depression and delusions and all that, but even though they gave me analgesics, it still hurt like hell and left me with nasty headaches. Thankfully, I only had to go through about four of those before they decided to start me up on a regimen of pills. I don't really remember too well what happened at my time in the ward (perhaps memory loss from the ECT), but I was declared "stable" and released back to my house after about a month of being out of school.
I was just glad to be out of that place. The beds were hard and the food was terrible (though not worse than school food, amusingly). I've started going back to school, and dad and Gaz seem to be avoiding talking about the whole incident. I'm good and take my pills every morning like I'm supposed to. I don't really like the way they make me feel though. My head feels so fuzzy, and I feel unenthusiastic and emotionless inside. I walk around school like a zombie, but I'm quiet now and sit still without fidgeting. My classmates seem to prefer it because I'm not pestering them about ghosts or vampires anymore, and my teachers seem to like me better now because I sit still and stay quiet and don't ask them irritating questions anymore. So when my dad and my teachers asked me if I felt better now, I lied and said "yes." I know that's what they wanted to hear, but I feel dead inside. Oh well, I almost feel too apathetic to care even about that now...
A couple weeks back to school and Zim stopped me after classes let out. "Dib, what is wrong with you?" He eyed me curiously. "What do you mean Zim? I'm better now," I answered in a monotone. "No, Dib, something is wrong with you. You aren't supposed to be like this! You're not YOU! HAVE YOU THE BRAIN WORMS?!" I sighed. His screeching voice somewhat snapped me out of my lethargy. "Zim, do you really not like me this way? You don't think I'm better now than I was before?" He squinted his eyes at me. "I don't like you this way; you're not right." I just stared at him in shock. "If it's the brain worms, Dib, I can remove them for you". I couldn't believe it, out of everyone around, the only person who has the decency to say they didn't like the zombie-version of me was Zim! I snapped out of my revery and explained to him that I didn't have "the brain worms" but I was on some new medication for craziness and that was the cause of my new behavior. "I think you should stop taking that poison and be you again." "Really, Zim?" I asked. "Yes, I like you better when you're you." He shuffled his feet nervously and looked down at the ground. "I...maybe missed you a lot when you were gone..." he said sheepishly. I looked at him incredulously. "Really, you're the closest thing I have to a companion on this dirt ball!" His faux blue eyes had a pleading look to them. "Where were you, Dib? Where did you go?"
I swallowed hard and carefully attempted to tell him that "I had not been well." "I don't understand - what do you mean?" He had one eye squinted close in his typical look of confusion. I finally just pulled the sleeves of my shirt up to show him the scars on my wrist. "Are these battle scars, Dib? Did you win?" I finally broke down and told him straight out that I had tried to kill myself. "WHY DIB?! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!" he yelled. I patiently explained to him, as one would explain something to a child, about how miserable I had been, how my peers had tormented me, how that sort of thing year in and year out could break a person, how even MY willpower had gotten worn down, how I'd only ever wanted a friend... "I will be your friend..." he whispered. "Really, Zim?!" I was quite surprised that he just came out and said it like that, especially since he's usually so arrogant. "Yes," he replied quietly, "my Tallest have abandoned me here, and they do not care anymore, so I don't care anymore about taking over the Earth. The Dib is all I have now, so I will be your friend." My heart almost skipped a beat, I felt so elated. A friend! I'm was shaken out of my thoughts by Zim, who was stroking the scars on my wrist with a puzzled look on his face. "Are you sure these couldn't be battle scars?" he asked. I looked him right in the eyes and smiled, "You know what, these ARE battle scars - MY battle scars."
I quietly stopped taking those pills. I didn't bother to tell anyone about it, except for Zim, of course, since it was his idea. We started to spend more time together and we grew closer as friends. He even let me hang out in his base, reluctantly at first, but now I spend a lot of time over there. We talk about lots of things, and I feel my enthusiasm for life returning to me. I went right over to his house after school one day, as I had often been doing for the past several months. I sat down at the table and started eating the waffles he offered me. "Did you know that when I was eleven I chased a Sasquatch up a radio tower?" I said to him. Our oddball conversations often started out quite randomly like this. "Did you get him, Dib?" "Well, I did manage to get a few pictures." He wasn't wearing his disguise this time, and I watched his antenna twitch in curiosity. "So Dib, if you had caught the Sas-quatch" - he pronounced the word a bit awkwardly- "would you have eaten it?" "NO, silly! I only wanted to take pictures to prove it exists!" "So what happened?" he asked insistently. "Well, I lost my balance and slipped off the tower, landed on the ground, and broke my camera and my arm." I chuckled. "I was so disappointed at the time, especially since I had saved up my own allowance for months to afford that camera. It was a nice camera, too! Oh, and the broken arm hurt, too, I guess..." Zim looked at me quizzically before speaking. "Oh, that's too bad, now you'll never get to taste a Sas-quatch." We both burst out laughing at that statement. It felt good to have a friend.
One day I was sitting outside eating lunch at school with Zim sitting beside me. We were sitting in companionable silence when all of a sudden, he turned to me and said "Hey Dib, tell me about the 'kissing' thing again?" I swallowed and coughed nervously. "Why do you want to know about that?" He pointed over across the yard, where Zita was clearly locking lips with some boy whose name I couldn't quite remember. I instantly flushed red at the sight. "Well, um, Zim, clearly they, uh like each other." "Do you like me, Dib?" "Ummm...." I felt like I could just melt away on the spot from embarrassment. I shrank in my seat. "Well, Zim, you see, we're just friends and it's different like that...." I trailed off lamely. "I want to try the icky kissy thing", he said. "Oh Zim, it's not really icky at all!" I said somewhat boldly, my old feelings for the little alien flaring up again. "Do you want to try...with me?" He looked up at me expectantly, "Sure Dib, 'lay it on me', as they say." I nervously leaned in towards Zim's face, very slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. I pressed a very soft kiss to his lips, almost afraid that he'd be upset and punch me in the face. I pulled back somewhat awkwardly and just stared at him. He stared at me right back. We just looked at each other stupidly for a few seconds. "That wasn't so bad, Dib." "Uh-h-h, yeah," I stammered back. "Hey Zim" I said, feeling brave for some reason (it's now or never, I thought), "let me try again." "Oh, alright," he agreed. I leaned in again, a bit faster and bolder this time, and pressed my lips to his once again. I gently slid my tongue over his lips, and he surprisingly parted them for me. 'Okay, time to be brave', I thought as I slid my tongue into his mouth. He tasted a bit off from what I would expect from a human (not that I'd ever actually kissed anyone else) but not unpleasant. I gently rubbed my tongue against his serpentine one, and he actually responded! Our kiss grew heated as our tongues danced together and I didn't even care when my tongue grazed one of his sharp teeth. I slid my arms around him and held him close. He returned the gesture. I felt so ecstatic - pure joy and peace. I forgot where I was entirely, the only thing that mattered was Zim's sweet mouth and this moment of bliss.
Then reality came crashing back at me. "Fag!" someone yelled. I instantly pulled away from Zim and scuttled away in embarrassment. "How dare YOU, YOU STINK BEASTS! I WAS ENJOYING THAT!" Zim screamed at them. "You're a fag, too, Zim!" someone else yelled. "HUMAN FILTH!" he screeched out and fled after me. We stood outside behind the school. "Dib, are you okay?" I shook with a quiet fury. "Zim, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get them to call you a fag like that. I got carried away and I'm sure you didn't really want that kiss, so I'm sorry," I rambled on. Zim just stared at me curiously. "But Zim liked that kiss. It felt nice." My cheeks turned pink all over again. "Dib, what's a 'fag'?" "Oh, um, well, it's a not-nice way of saying someone's gay." He looked at me quizzically. "What's this 'gay' thing?" I was squirming uncomfortably now. "Well, Zim, that means when a guy, a male, has affections for another male and maybe they'll have sex..." I trailed off uncomfortably at the end, my cheeks burning red by now. I looked down at my feet and nervously fiddled with the hem of my shirt. Zim was staring hard at me now. "Does the Dib have these 'affections' for Zim? Do you want to mate with me?" I erupted into a fit of coughing at that statement and avoided his gaze. "Dib, you tell me the truth now!" he demanded. "Uh, well..." I decided to just confess. "Yeah" I whispered, "I do like you. I've loved you for some time now." I squeezed my eyes shut from sheer embarrassment and fear that Zim wouldn't return my feelings, and worse, stop being my friend, or perhaps he'd even punch me in the face. It seemed like a long time of silence before Zim finally spoke. "I have decided I like you too. Zim will be your lover now. It's okay, I've researched human coupling and I think we are 'compatible' as they say!" I almost fainted on the spot.
Zim drug me by the hand back to his house. I felt almost as fuddled as I had when I was on those pills, but for a totally different reason. He pulled me through his main house and down to his base, and then finally down to the bedroom. I sat down stupidly on the bed, still feeling confused that any of this was happening - and so quickly too! "Zim wishes to try the kiss again," he stated matter-of-factly. He leaned in and captured my mouth in his, sliding that wicked slender tongue into my mouth once again. I instantly devoured his mouth as though I were dieing and Zim's mouth was the only cure. After a minute or two, we finally broke apart, gasping for air. I reached up and did something I had been curious about forever - I touched Zim's antenna. I just ran my finger up one of the delicate stalks. Zim moaned and relaxed into my arms. I kept stroking and soon he was moaning quite loudly. He finally pulled my hand away and said, "please, too much." I understood what he meant about being oversensitive and quit. I was fully aroused at this point and my erection was poking out from my crotch.
Zim was staring at it. I was starting to feel quite embarrassed again and squirmed under his gaze. He reached out and poked it. I twitched and jumped a little. He touched it again, gentler this time, and rubbed it a bit. I moaned very softly. He kept rubbing and I started to moan more loudly, my hips rocking forward a bit. "Wait a second," I stopped him with a shaky breath. "I don't want to cum too soon..." "Ah, so we will mate then." I gaped at him, surprised at his frankness. He'd already started pulling my shirt over my head. "Help me with these," he gestured to my pants. As I was pulling them off, he quickly stripped himself of all his clothes and his "human disguise." He stood before me completely naked, looking quite smug instead of embarrassed. I stared at him, taking in his green skin, his slender, lightly muscled form, those ruby red eyes, expressive antenna and wicked sharp teeth. I let out an impressed sigh. He was grinning at this point.
"Do you like what you see, human?" I nodded. I did notice, though, the obvious lack of a penis or testicles... "Um Zim, I think something's missing..." I said, gesturing vaguely towards his crotch. He snorted and grabbed my hand, guiding me to the front of his crotch. He guided my fingers over the small horizontal slit there, helping me rub it gently. He let go of my hand once I got the idea and I continued gently teasing that entrance. I felt something slowly start to swell out of it. Pretty soon his penis expanded all the way and had popped out. It wasn't huge, maybe six inches (I was about an inch bigger). I just stared at it. It was a purplish-green color, and had a blunted tip like a human's but there were about five ridges ringing the middle. I thought it was rather beautiful. He was just standing there this whole time while I looked at him, his hands on his hips looking very proud. I almost laughed at him for being so full of himself. He noticed me holding back my laughter and gave me a "humph!" of indignation. I reached out and touched his penis gently. He instantly froze and gasped. I slid my hand up and down the length, noting how much he gasped when I touched those ridges. They seemed to be especially sensitive, so I paid special attention to stroking them. His penis starting leaking a liberal amount of slippery fluid from both the tip and the entrance slit, enough that I could coat the whole length with it. Soon, he was moaning and thrusting into my hand. "W-wait, Dib," he gasped out, pushing my hand away. I waited for him to catch his breath. He then reached for my underwear and pulled them down. "Ah, so it is pretty similar to ours," he muttered. He reached out and touched my penis, which was now leaking a decent amount of precum. I jumped a bit. He gave me a few exploratory strokes, until he eventually built up to a decent rhythm. "Wait," I stopped him like he'd stopped me a few minutes before.
"Dib, will you allow me to mount you?" "Um, sure," I squeaked out before I lost my nerve. Since I was a virgin and Zim at least seemed to be a bit more experienced, I might as well let him be on top. I suddenly realized that I was about to let an alien take my virginity, but I realized that strangely, maybe I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He gently pushed me down on the bed before I could say anything else. "W-wait, I'm nervous," I stammered. "Don't worry, I will be gentle with you," he said as he rubbed a pointy green finger in his own natural lubricant. He slid his finger up to my entrance, slowly pushing it in. I tensed and squirmed. "Relax, Dib. You're all right," he said soothingly. I willed myself to relax, and he gently inserted his other finger, pulling and stretching slowly. I whimpered a bit when he removed his fingers. It hurt just a bit, but was also oddly pleasant. I felt him push the tip of his leaking penis against my entrance. He gently pushed in and I tensed at first, but then remembered to relax. I let out the breath I was holding, and he slowly pushed his way in. It wasn't really so bad - after the initial resistance he slid in quite easily. I gasped out loudly when those ridges slid past my ring of tight muscle. Zim didn't move at first, his eyes seemed to be scrunched up in concentration, and he was trembling slightly. Eventually he started slowly rocking back and forth. "AH!" I moaned out, wrapping my legs around Zim's waist. The pleasure was building as we continued to rock our bodies together, faster and faster. Zim started crying out loudly at some point because he was practically screaming in my ear. I barely noticed this after awhile as my own pleasure started to build and build to dizzying heights. We didn't last very long with all the teasing we'd done to each other earlier. I came first, trembling and screaming out with my release. I felt Zim thrust into me a few times as well before finally stilling. He must've found his release too. I lay there, unmoving for a few minutes, before finally sighing contentedly. Zim rolled off of me and lay next to me, pulling me into an embrace. We didn't say anything at that point. It just didn't feel like words were needed. I closed my eyes and slept the most peaceful sleep I'd had in a long time.
After that night, Zim declared me his "partner" and now defended me from any bullies. No one at school likes me any better, but at least I wasn't getting beaten up anymore. My dad still doesn't care for my "paranormal pseudo-science" and my sister Gaz still ignores me, but now I have the friend that I sought, everything seems less bad now than it was before. Even better, I have a lover now.
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I passed through my Junior and Senior year of High school, and it was apparent that due to my failing grades I wasn't going to graduate, so I dropped out. Still, it didn't matter, as I elected to simply take the GED test, which I passed with ease. I had since had a talk with my dad about moving in with my new "roommate", and he oddly didn't seem too upset by this. I promised him that I'd get a real job and he wished me luck with my life. I honestly think he'd given up on me being a scientist like him at this point and was just glad that I was alive and seemed happy. Gaz just said to me, "have fun with your gay alien sex." I didn't even have the decency to look more embarrassed than happy at that comment.
Thus, I started moving my stuff into Zim's house. He had very graciously provided me with my own bedroom to put my stuff in, but I knew better than to think we wouldn't be all up in each other's beds every night. That suited me just fine!
He popped in from the underground labs as I was carrying more boxes in. "Do you need help, Dib?" "Yeah, could you grab that box there?" I replied. He did so and we carried them down the elevator to my bedroom below. I set it down on the floor and the lid fell off a bit. "Hey Dib, what is that?" "Huh?" He pointed at the little Zim doll in the box. "Oh," I said trying to hide it, "nothing." "C'mon, show Zim what you are hiding," he said stubbornly while reaching for it. I sighed in defeat and showed it to him. "I, uh, made it in Home Ec. in 9th grade." "Hmm..." he said thoughtfully, "it looks like me when I was just a smeet. In fact, I was about that size too before I grew so tall!" I didn't have the heart to point out to him he was still short by human standards. I set the doll on the corner of my bedside table. It looked rather cute there!
Zim slid up behind me, hugging me tightly. "I'm glad you are my lover, Dib," he said. "Yeah, me too, more than you can know," I replied. He sat on the bed and I sat down next to him. "Hey Zim, did you ever have any lovers before me? On Irk, I mean?" He looked curiously at me. "Why? Are you jell-y-ous?" he said, mispronouncing the word. "No, I'm just curious if you ever loved anyone before me." He looked thoughtful now, "well, I've mated with others, but they never really felt serious like it is with us. I've never felt love and fondness for any of them the way I do with you." He pulled me close and kissed me softly on the lips. "I've never felt comfort like this before, like I could trust and depend on someone else before you. I thank you for this." My eyes teared up a little at such a personal, sweet admission, especially from Zim, who was not prone to sappiness. My chest almost hurt a bit from all the emotion welling up inside of me. I pulled him close and said "Yeah, I love you too."
He pressed his lips to mine once more, this time our tongues slid together. We were already pretty familiar with each other's bodies by now, especially since I had run my hands over every inch of that beautiful alien form. I was sure that Zim had gotten his hands all over me as well. Despite this, we still hadn't lost our lust for each other. I kissed him more firmly now, tugging at his clothes. We finally parted and stripped off all our clothes. We immediately resumed our kiss, my hands gently massaging his lower back. Zim slid his hands up my chest and pinched my nipples. "Ow!" I jumped a bit at that. "Don't be so rude, Zim!" He just grinned toothily before sticking his tongue out and wiggling it at me. "Hey!" I pounced on him, pinning him to the bed, and licked at his antenna. He moaned and squirmed but still reached up and gently toyed with my nipples. That dirty bastard.
I started kissing him again, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach and finally to his groin. I pressed my tongue against the slit, licking gently. We had discovered some time ago that Zim seemed to have built up a resistance to whatever was in Earth's water that he was allergic to. Good thing too, for what I had planned... I poked my tongue into the slit and he arched and hissed. I could feel his growing erection gently pushing outwards against my tongue. Eventually, the whole penis had slid out from it's sheath. I placed a soft kiss on the tip, then gently took the length in my mouth, sucking softly. I bobbed my head up and down, taking special care to rub my tongue against each individual ridge. Zim was moaning quite loudly now, and gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt not to flail around everywhere. I pulled away and he seemed rather dazed and confused. It was so cute! He quickly regained his composure and pushed me back off. I fell flat on the bed with an "oomph!" "My turn now!" he exclaimed. He slid his serpentine tongue along the tip of my penis before slowly taking me into his mouth. He thankfully took special care not to bite me with his sharp teeth. He soon set up a good rhythm, licking and sucking up and down my length. I let out a needy moan. He used one hand to keep his balance and the other to stroke my testicles (or "ballsack of uselessness" as he called it since Irken testicles are internal). I kept moaning, it felt so phenomenally good. "Mmph...oh....ahhh.....Zim........"
He stopped all too soon and climbed up over me, straddling me. He stroked himself a few times, gathering up that natural lubricant of his. I could tell what he was preparing for and it made me smile. I watched Zim finger himself slowly, then position himself over my length. He pushed the tip in, then out a bit, then pushed further down, then up a bit, then back down a bit further. He continued this until he got about three-fourths of the way down. I could see his face scrunched up in concentration; he looked a bit pained. The tightness was making me a bit crazy, and his beautiful form wasn't helping that at all. Despite this, I gently touched his shoulder. "Hey Zim, don't force it okay? I don't want you to hurt yourself." He smiled at me, "I'm alright Dib, just give me a moment." True to his word, after a few moments he slid down further until he'd fully engulfed me. "Ah, victory for Zim!" he said through clenched teeth. He panted for a few more seconds then started a slow rhythm, riding my cock. "Ahhhh..." I moaned in pleasure. He soon grew more relaxed and switched to a faster pace. I reached out and started rubbing his penis, alternating between squeezing and stroking the ridges the most. He started screeching at this point, making some pretty inhuman noises. I felt my release welling up inside of me, and I hoped Zim was close too. I finally felt him tense and release his sticky love all over my chest. I let myself cum too after a few more thrusts, spilling my seed inside his tight passage. "Ugh," Zim said as he collapsed on top of me. I managed to pull him off of me and lay him by my side.
We simply laid there for a few minutes. "I love you," I said with a sigh. "Mmph...love you too," he replied sleepily. "Shouldn't we clean all this 'gooey love' off of ourselves, Zim?" No response from my little alien lover. He seemed to have fallen asleep. Oh well, we'll pry ourselves free from the dried splooge in the morning. I relaxed into the soft bed and my thoughts drifted. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, but I'm forever grateful that Zim and I wound up together. I'm happier now than I've ever been before, and I'm sure that things are finally looking up! I sighed contentedly, and let myself drift off to sleep, my lover in my arms.
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End of Chapter 1
Author Notes: Loads more chapters to come, so just hang on!
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