Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete) | By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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PsychoHanyo: Time for another update, everyone!
Disclaimer: I own nothing aisde from The Mask and Krill. Invader Zim, Dib, and all related characters, places, and themes belong to Jhonen C. Vasquez. I make no money off of this fiction.
000
Earth ice cream wasn’t as bad as Zim had thought it would be, considering he had been raised eating gourmet food prepared by his mother’s chefs back home. Dib wasn’t as hostile towards him as he was on Zim’s first day of school, but Torque had said he’d talked to him and he hoped Torque had. Seemed like it. They all got along fairly well. They were only there about half an hour before Dib and Gaz had to go home to do homework. Torque had offered to walk Zim home, but he didn’t want anyone finding out where he lived just yet. Torque said it was to make sure he wouldn’t get attacked, but Zim insisted that it was daytime and therefore no one would attack him. And, though Zim didn’t tell Torque, he wanted to rest and make a few new things before he went out with Moth that night. He wondered if meeting Moth for a date would be any different then just meeting at the club on accident. Moth was pretty cool, even if Zim didn’t know him too well just yet. Zim had made his own taser and something that could be classified as really strong pepper spray out of a few household items he had. He had put them on the table with a flashlight he had wisely bought with forged money shopping a few days before. Around 7:00 he started to get ready for his big night out. Dressed in a long sleeved black shirt that fanned out over his hands, dark jeans, and dark sneakers, Zim was ready to go by 7:40. He didn’t remember how long it took to get from his house to The Mask, so he made sure he had all his weapons and his forged money and his keys before shutting the door, locking it, and disappearing out into the night.
000
Dib waited on a barstool inside The Mask at about five minutes after eight. He had checked his watch about every minute since he got there. Still no sign of Iz. The bartender must have noticed Dib’s nervousness, because he walked over to him.
“You seem tense.” The bartender informed, handing Dib a coke.
“The guy I met yesterday, the new guy? He said he’d meet me here at eight, and its eight-o-five.” Dib responded.
“So he’s five minutes late.” The bartender waved him off. “Have you seen the line?”
“Have you?”
The bartender nodded. “When I was coming in to work.” He said. “Just give your little friend time and he’ll show up.”
“I hope so.”
“Isn’t that him?” The bartender nodded towards the door.
Dib’s eyes widened and a smile brushed across his lips as he recognized Iz in the crowd. He wore all dark clothing and his ruby mask, the only flash of color on him besides his chestnut colored hair. Iz must have noticed him, because he was making his way to the bar. Dib felt his heart do flips. Iz was so hot! Iz stopped by him and hopped up on a barstool.
“Sorry I’m late, Moth.” He said, in his deep voice that reminded Dib of older men. “I didn’t think it would take so long to get here, and the line was hell.”
The bartender snorted an ‘I told you so’ and a giggle, and walked off after setting a coke on the counter for Iz.
“No big deal.” Dib said. “I knew you’d show.”
Iz smiled and took a swig from the coke bottle. He seemed a bit nervous.
“You okay?” Dib asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Iz smiled. “Look, uh…”
“Yeah?”
“I heard there was some heavy gang activity in the area yesterday.” Iz said. “I just wanted to warn you to be careful.”
“Oh, thanks.” Dib smiled. “But I have pepper spray. That normally works.”
“Yeah, I’d imagine so.”
They laughed.
“Look…do you dance?” Dib asked.
“Dance?” Iz wondered. “I love to.”
“So what do you say we finish up our drinks and do a little dancing? We can’t be drinkers all night.”
“What-ers?”
“Drinkers.” Dib responded. “People who sit at the bar and drink all night long?”
“Oh.” Iz smirked slyly. “No, I don’t think we’d like to be those very much.”
Dib smiled. Things were going pretty smoothly.
000
Zim surpassed a moan as he and Moth moved simultaneously to the beat of the music. Zim didn’t know what the song was, but the girl’s lyrics didn’t make sense. Whoever Peter, Paul, and Mary were, Zim hoped he’d never meet them. He tried to block out the song and concentrate solely on moving to the beat and the feel of Moth’s hands on his hips as Zim grinded lightly against him, feeling something in the boy’s crotch-area. Moth pressed what only could have been an erection against Zim’s backside. “Sorry.” Moth said, leaning close to Zim’s fake ear. Since Zim’s antennae were down in complete submission, like they often were when dancing with someone, he could feel Moth’s breath as he whispered apologies for his desire. Zim just ground against him in response and threw his head back, landing it on Moth’s shoulder.
“It’s fine by me.” Zim whispered back.
He felt Moth shiver from his words and his antennae twitched in joy. Moth leaned down and nipped at the side of Zim’s throat, having easy access to it from the position Zim was in against him. Zim moaned and arched his neck back further. Moth began sucking lightly on the flesh, rolling it between his teeth with his tongue. Oh by Slark above, it felt good! Zim let out a long moan and intertwined his fingers in Moth’s hair. The boy was surprisingly skilled for being Zim’s age. Zim found that most guys around 16 didn’t know what they were doing and bit the skin too hard. Moth pulled back and nuzzled his chin where he had sucked on Zim’s neck. Zim was sure he’d have a hickey in the morning, but that would be on his real flesh and no one could see it through the hologram. When Moth pulled away, Zim used his left hand to hold his chin up and off to the side, giving himself access to Moth’s neck. Zim ran his tongue along the pasty flesh and felt Moth writhe against him. At the end of the trail his tongue was making, Zim nipped and tugged at the skin. Moth moaned and pulled Zim closer, his erection straining against his pants, as well as Zim’s rear end. Finally, Zim pulled back and kissed Moth’s neck where he had nibbled. Moth chuckled and leaned to Zim’s ear.
“How about we take this elsewhere?” Moth wondered, nuzzling Zim’s neck.
“Where do you have in mind?” Zim asked.
“There’s a hotel not too far from here that we can use.” Moth said. “Very accommodating to gay couples.”
Zim flushed. A hotel? What the hell did Moth have in mind for them? Instead of asking, Zim just nodded. Moth spun him around and pulled him off to the exit.
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