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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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- 11
Author Note: Yes, "The Epic of Dib" is complete and finished, so this isn't really a sequel chapter or anything. This, however, is a bonus chapter that's got scenes that were too good to throw away entirely, but that I couldn't fit into the main story for whatever reason. Anyway, I decided to upload them devoid of any context just so any readers could enjoy it. These were scenes that weren't really substantive enough by themselves to upload separately like some of my other side stories, so I decided to add them in as a bonus at the end of this story. Think of this chapter as being like the "deleted scenes" section of a DVD. Enjoy!
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Okay, first off is a very short scene that I had to cut because I couldn't really find anywhere to put it that wouldn't have ruined the narrative flow of the main story. This would've been a scene that happened, probably sometime during or after ch. 2, where Dib displays his growing mastery of the Irken language to Zim. No sex (aww!) but it's still very cute. Dib's POV, as per usual. Enjoy!
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I had been practicing my Irken language skills for some time, and I even researched many different Irken phrases and terms of endearment. Still, it was frustrating the way they didn't have a direct translation for the word "love". The closest I could come was a word that roughly translated as "loyalty-bond." It wasn't quite what I wanted, but it was pretty close in meaning. Oh well, I intended to put my new language skills to the test and impress Zim this morning at breakfast. I hope I don't mess up and sound stupid!
The door to the elevator slid open, jarring me from my thoughts. Time to go for it! "Hey Zim, good morning!" He nodded and said "good morning" as he sat down to his plate of food which I had already laid out for him. "Hey Zim, I've been practicing my Irken and I wanted to tell you some things." "Oh?" he said, quirking an antenna, "well, then, let's hear it." I took a deep breath before I started, speaking in Irken: "Zim, I wanted to say, that...you are the best partner I could ever hope to have and whenever I lie down, may you ever lie beside me. My loyalty-bond is strong for you; may it never be broken. I trust you very much! I feel equally honored to lie beneath you as I am when I mount you. You're eyes and your antenna are very pretty!" - Zim snickered after that one, but I just kept going - "You're extremely attractive! You honor me with your presence and I only ever want to make you proud! If you ever fall in battle, then I hope I fall too! If you ever feel sad, I will hold you and comfort you. If you are under attack, then I will come to your defense. My attachment to you is stronger than any attachment I've ever felt previously! I enjoy all the time I spend in your company. I promise to treat you with respect, always... I - I feel...strongly loyal and bonded to you..." I stopped there, unsure of how to continue. Zim was smiling, amusement sparkling in those ruby eyes. Clearly my rambling, artless delivery must've sounded pretty funny to him. I waited for him to start laughing at me outright. He didn't, though. Instead, he stood up from his chair and walked around the table over to me.
"Dib," he said in English, "You must be so frustrated. You've said every pretty and flattering thing one can say in Irken but I know there's only one thing you really want to say. It's just too bad that the limitations of my language have kept you from saying it, but that's okay. I know what you meant to say, and I mean to say it too." He leaned in towards my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back and whispering, "I love you." "I love you too, Zim," I replied. I pulled him into another, deeper kiss; sometimes words just weren't enough...
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See, now wasn't that short and sweet? I hope you enjoyed it!
This next scene is a sex scene that I would've liked to include in "The Epic of Dib" but it got cut due to story constraints (there just wasn't anywhere to stick it where it wouldn't have broken the flow of the plot). If it had gotten into the story, the setup would've been that Dib and Skoodge were just having one of their regular sex sessions and it could've really gone in anywhere in the story after Skoodge joins them. Written from Dib's POV just like the rest of the story...
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"Hey Skoodge," I said as I opened the door to my bedroom. It seemed that he was already here waiting for me. "Oh, hello, sir. I'm waiting for you just like you asked." I smiled at him. "Heh, Skoodge, I was thinking we could have a little personal time!" His face instantly lit up. It was always so cute the way he always seemed so happy about having sex with me. I would have thought that joy would've worn off by now, but he still seemed so enthusiastic about it. I slipped off my clothes and shimmied under the blanket with him. Despite his earlier demeanor, it seemed that he was already naked for me. I slid over to him and wrapped my arms around his solid chest. He sighed and buried his face in my shoulder. "I love the way you feel inside me..." he said softly. I placed four little kisses in rapid succession on his forehead, causing him to giggle. "Actually, Skoodge, I was wondering if you'd like to be on top this time?" "Huh? Me on top? Goodness, no!" he said as he looked up at me with a startled expression. "Well, why not?" I asked. "Dib, sir, that's beyond my social status. It would be a very disrespectful thing to do to you since you are very much taller than me. I love you so much, sir, and I only want to honor you." I understood his hesitation. Unlike Zim who's "defective" status made him rather uncaring about his society's rules, Skoodge seemed to have a much harder time shaking free of his cultural conditioning, even though he wasn't part of the Irken Empire anymore.
"Skoodge, sweetie, Zim mounts me all the time and I don't take any offense to it..." "Oh, I know," Skoodge said, still looking uncomfortable, "but Zim is different. He's a bit closer in height to you, so it's not as bad, and plus I'm just not as comfortable with rule-breaking as he is..." I sighed; it seemed that it would take a bit more convincing to break Skoodge free of his society's rigid beliefs about social hierarchies. I placed my hand gently on Skoodge's face, directing his gaze towards me. "Skoodge," I said gently, "listen to me. I know you must have a absorbed a lifetime of your society telling you how to be and how to behave, but things are different now. When I make love to you, there are no politics involved and there are no dominance hierarchies here. When I release inside you, I'm not trying to imply that I'm better than you. When I have sex with you, the only thing I want to express is my love and affection for you. So, if you were on top, if you choose to do it with love, then there is no disrespect or dishonor, there is only love. Do you understand, Skoodge?"
"Yes, sir..." he whispered softly. His rapt gaze had been on me during my entire little speech, and I could even see little tears at the corner of his eyes. "Now," I said as I smiled reassuringly, "please tell me you'll be on top this time." He fidgeted nervously before speaking, "Oh, but sir, I - I've never actually been on top before... What if I fail to please you?" I chuckled and said, "That's okay." He looked at me like I had gone crazy. "No one is perfect," I elaborated, "and sometimes things don't always work out as planned. Sometimes your body is just being uncooperative; there are days when you cum too soon or not at all, or your erection just isn't erecting as much as you'd like... Stuff happens! It's alright; it's not the end of the world because there's always next time!" I leaned down and kissed him softly near the base of one of his antenna. "So, Skoodge, if you get all excited in there and accidentally cum in like, 30 seconds, it's okay; I won't hold it against you. You can try again next time." He suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around me and buried his face in my chest. "Oh, Dib," he said, his voice muffled, "Everything you say is so beautiful..." I stroked his antenna to soothe him, and he finally released his death grip on me. I tilted his face up and softly captured his lips in my own.
We kissed slowly and sweetly, our very different tongues entwined in a sort of sensual dance. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh; no doubt he could feel mine too. I reached down and gave it a squeeze, and he gasped into my mouth. I continued gently stroking him, up and down. I could hear him whimpering and moaning into my mouth. Eventually I felt a three-fingered hand grasp my dripping erection and begin stroking it as well. After awhile, we finally pulled apart to catch our breath. "Oh Skoodge," I whispered, "I look forward to feeling you inside me." "What does it feel like, sir? Being on top, I mean?" "Oh, it's nice. The pressure's wonderful and I think you'll like it, just hopefully not TOO much," I said with a little chuckle. He smiled back at my little joke. Still, if he came too soon, I'd forgive him. "Is it okay if I try now?" he asked hesitantly. "Sure, I'm ready for you," I said as I moved to lie on my back. Skoodge settled between my legs, still looking a bit unsure. "Just enter slowly and gently," I urged, "just like I do with you." He nodded and I felt him press the tip of his erection to my entrance. He pushed in very slowly, stopping occasionally for me to adjust, until he was fully seated. By the time he was fully inside me, he was panting a bit. "Dib, sir, it's so tight and warm in here, I don't know how you can always be so calm about it. I feel like I'm going to burst!" "Okay, Skoodge, just hold still and relax for a bit before you start moving."
He did as I asked, and after a few moments of holding still, he started thrusting to a very slow pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist to help guide his movements. He moaned out softly, "Oh, Dib, it's so tight in here..." My erection was wedged between our bodies, and the friction and heat were absolutely delicious. I felt myself growing more and more excited. I decided since this was Skoodge's first time on top and there wasn't any guarantee of how long he'd last, there wasn't any sense in holding myself back. I encouraged him to move faster with my legs and he easily complied. Soon he was panting and moaning as he thrust rapidly into me. I could feel him tensing with excitement. Even I was very close, the pressure building and building. I arched my back and came with a cry, spurting myself all over us. I must've squeezed down tight on Skoodge, because I could hear him cry out as well, and I felt his essence filling me.
He lay limply on top of me, just panting for a few minutes. Finally, he spoke, "Dib, sir, you didn't tell me about that part at the end! You squeezed down so tight on me; it was so intense..." "Yeah, Skoodge, you do that to me too when you cum." "Yeah, but I didn't realize what that felt like on the receiving end..." he replied. We lay there tiredly for a few minutes more before Skoodge pulled out and laid down next to me. "How did I do, sir?" he asked. I turned to him with a smile, "You did great! I really enjoyed myself. Did you like it?" "Yeah," he replied, "It was nice, but I think I still prefer being on the bottom. It's a bit more relaxing." I pulled him into a hug. "Well, that's alright Skoodge. You can still be on top if you feel like it later. No pressure!" I waited a few seconds but Skoodge didn't answer. Just when it seemed that Skoodge might've fallen asleep, he spoke, "I love you, Dib." I placed a small kiss on the top of his head. "I love you too, Skoodge."
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The End of that little scene. Too bad I had to cut it, it was a nice scene...
Okay, this next section is another sex scene that got cut due to time/plot constraints similar to the scene you just read. This is Dib's POV once again, and the setup (if it had been in the main story) is that Dib has been working hard all day in his office on Voon but the day has been rather stressful. Thus, he is feeling very tense and irritable when Zim goes to visit him. Zim decides to help him relax...
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The day had been rather stressful; it seemed that everything had gone wrong today and I was the one, of course, who had to fix it! Thankfully, it was now the end of the day and I could just go home and relax so long as no one bothered me during my last hour of office time... No sooner had I thought this, there was a knock at the door. GAH! Zim didn't even wait for me to answer and just let himself in. "What do you want?!" I snapped irritably. Poor Zim looked taken aback by my uncharacteristically grumpy outburst. "What's wrong with you?" he asked incredulously. I sighed; "Sorry Zim, I don't mean to snap at you. Today's just been awful. I'm feeling quite stressy because of it... So, anyway, what did you need?" Zim looked quite thoughtful instead of annoyed at me. "Actually, Dib, I only wanted to tell you that Skoodge is planning to work late tonight and won't be home anytime soon, so I was going to pick up some take-out on the way home so you don't have to cook tonight." "Oh," I said, feeling even more crummy for my outburst, "Well, sorry about yelling at you. Thanks, Zim." "Eh, don't worry about it. You used to punch me when we were younger, remember? So I can handle a little yelling!" "Um, that was different Zim. Now that you're my partner, I don't want to treat you that way..." "Oh..." Zim replied in a rather distracted tone, "I was just thinking, I might have something else for you too, to help you relax later..." "Huh?" I said, my weariness making me feel a bit confused. "Oh, don't worry about that right now," Zim replied with a smirk. "I'll see you later Dib!" he said as he let himself out the door. Oh well, I'll just have to be patient and see what my little lover might be planning for me...
Thankfully, I was able to lock up my office after my time was up and leave before anyone else could bother me. I headed on home without incident. Once I opened up the front door I noticed that Zim was sitting right there on the couch waiting for me. He looked rather smug. "Are you hungry, Dib?" he asked casually. "Um, no, not really. I was just going to wait a couple hours before eating." Zim nodded to himself; "Well, that's okay. The food'll keep just fine in the fridge until then. Meanwhile, why don't you accompany me upstairs to the bedroom so I can help you relax until then?" I could already tell exactly where this was going. "Uh, Zim, I appreciate your implied offer, but I'm feeling really tired right now, and I'm not sure I'm up to sex at the moment." His expression changed to one of mock surprise. "Why, Dib, who said anything about sex? Honestly, you're jumping to conclusions! I just wanted to offer you a completely innocent massage to help you relax a bit." I gave him a look that let him know that I didn't buy his little act for a second. He snickered and said, "Of course, if it ended up leading to other things, well, I wouldn't complain." I caved in. "Oh, all right then," I said, "but I can't promise I won't fall asleep." "No problem," Zim replied, "you just lay back and relax and I'll take care of everything, and if I just happen to fall into your ass at the end, you won't even notice!" I sighed loudly, "Indeed, Zim, indeed..."
I followed Zim upstairs to the bedroom, which to my surprise was lit by a dozen candles. There was even a nice bouquet of flowers in a vase on the bedside table. While Zim could be very sweet and thoughtful at times, he wasn't the type to be traditionally "romantic" so this was quite a surprise. It was kind of cheesy though, and I suspected those flowers were stolen from my own garden, but I appreciated the thought that went into it regardless. "Now, strip and lie down for me," Zim directed. I did as he asked, noting that while there may be candles and flowers here, Zim still wasn't the most romantic person in the world, at least in his speech. I laid down on the bed, and Zim took off all his clothes and got onto the bed with me. "Um, Dib, I need you on your stomach first." "Oh," I said as I rolled over. He reached over and grabbed a bottle of something off the bedside table. "Are you comfortable?" Zim asked. I didn't answer him, though, instead opting to ask, "Um, Zim, what is that?" "Ooh, it's massage oil. It smells like flowers; you'll like it!" I could hear him pop the top of the bottle open and it did indeed smell very floral.
I shuddered as I felt something cool hit my back. That must be the massage oil. Then I felt Zim's hands sliding up my back, gently massaging the tense muscles. I sighed and relaxed into his rhythmic touch. "Zim, have you done this before?" "No. Why do you ask?" he replied. "It's just that you're really good at it..." He merely chuckled and continued his slow, even strokes up and down my back. Eventually, I felt his hands dip down lower to squeeze and massage my ass. "Um, Zim, I think this nice massage of yours just got rude..." "Hush," was all he said in reply. He stopped to presumably get more oil, then returned to my ass, but instead of squeezing me some more, he slid his hands down the length of my thighs, stopping to rub at the sensitive inner parts. Eventually he moved on, running his hands over my calves and even down to my feet. I squirmed a bit then since I'm a little ticklish. He didn't linger long at my feet, though, as he worked his way back up my legs to slide up the backs of my thighs. He started stroking my ass once more, this time I occasionally felt a fingertip tease at my tight entrance. On one pass his finger even breached my entrance just a bit. Just when I thought this was going to turn into full-on sexy time, he stopped. "Dib, roll over for me again." I complied, rolling onto my back. Zim regarded my half-hard erection with a smirk.
He loaded up on massage oil once more, this time starting with my arms and working his way up to my chest. He stopped to rub slowly over my chest, in just such a way as to tease my nipples. That rude alien certainly knew what he was doing... He eventually moved down, thankfully not lingering too long on my ticklish stomach. I was certain he'd stop to stroke my now-erect penis, but instead he bypassed it completely, stroking slowly down one leg, then back up again. Again I thought he'd touch me there, but he went to other leg instead, repeating the process. I was starting to feel a bit impatient by the time he finally slid his hands teasingly over my ballsack, then finally up my penis. He ran his hand firmly up and down my length, and I bucked gently into his touch. He chuckled; "I thought you weren't interested in sex? Hmm?" "Well," I answered, "it seems you changed my mind..." He looked quite smug. "Ha! I knew I could!" he said triumphantly. I glanced down and noticed that he was already quite erect. He applied more oil to his hands, then moved them down around my thighs to poke at my entrance once more. He slid a finger in, then another. I sighed and relaxed into his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he removed the fingers and positioned himself more closely between my legs. "You don't mind if I just slide in here, do you?" he asked in a sexy tone. "Go right ahead," I said with a smirk. "Heh, okay then, now I'm going to massage you from the inside," Zim said as he pushed the tip of his penis inside me. I instinctively parted my legs further, allowing him to slide slowly all the way in. "Oh, Zim..." I moaned out softly. He waited a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly in and out. After awhile, he began to pick up the pace, grasping and stroking my penis as he did. I watched his face scrunched up in concentration, and to my tired, sex-addled mind, I thought the expression was quite beautiful... Eventually I felt that pressure building that signaled impending release. I wrapped my legs around him and rocked more fully into his movements. I grew more and more excited until I finally cried out, spilling my seed across our stomachs. Zim whimpered loudly, and I felt that familiar warmth spreading within me. Zim lay on top of me, breathing heavily in his tiredness. I was far too exhausted to get up and shower, so I just lay there when Zim finally rolled off of me. He laid down next to me and I drifted quickly off to sleep...
I awoke some time later and Zim was surprisingly still there. "Morning, sleepy-head," he said affectionately. "It's morning?!" I asked in a panic. He laughed; "No, I'm just messing with you! You've only been asleep for two hours. Do you want to go eat dinner now?" I sighed in relief. "Yeah, sure, just let me get a shower first." "Shower? But I just spent all that time putting that oil on you. Now you smell nice and you're just going to wash it off?" I laughed; "Yeah, Zim, I smell like flowers and jizz now." He squinted one eye at me, "So, what's wrong with that? I happen to think jizz smells nice. Makes you smell manly and attractive!" "Uh huh, well that's good for you Zim, but I'm taking a shower." I got up to take a shower despite his grumblings and then we headed downstairs for some dinner. Skoodge even made it home in time to go to bed with us, and overall, I decided that it hadn't been such a bad day after all. All's well that end's well, as they say!
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Okay, hope you liked that one! Anyway, that's all of them. I offer a hearty thanks to anyone who's read my little story all the way to its conclusion! Thank you, loyal readers!
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