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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Note: Chapter Thirteen, home slice! /fail. This chapter is full of sexy, but that's just the beginning! I have so much more planned out, but when I was getting tired I noticed that I had the perfect place to stop and the appropriate amount of words for a chapter; and why should I make you wait when making you wait just makes everyone suffer? I need reviews to surviiiiiive and you like reading sexy fun PoX times, yes? So it works!
It's back to work again tomorrow, so it could be a while before I start on fourteen (holy, never thought I'd make it that far...) but once I start I should be on a roll with it. Sex is the most fun I have when writing, it's what I've looked forward to the last 20k words. *perv* Of course... there is the slight chance that I'll be distracted by this random craving I've had for FFIV yaoi. Since people are dumb there's not a ton of KainxCecil fics for me to read... eheh hopefully I won't get the urge to write a one-shot to sate my needs. I'm rambling... you read chapter now. And thank you everyone for your love!
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Dib screamed, the sound a horrible pain to Zim's hearing; though he couldn't really blame Dib for the noise. The filthy human who'd captured them looked as if he were trying to break Dib's head from his body; he pulled the filthy Earth child up by his hair and then tipped his head back uncomfortably. Iso's other hand then found a place on Dib's chin, holding the child's large head still as he looked the delicious body over with desire clear in his blue-eyed gaze.
"Too bad you don't really have a choice, kid." Dib shuddered and quickly tried his best to pull away from the kidnapper, to no avail; the hands that were wrapped around the man's wrist tightened and nails dragged over the skin, but it was nothing compared to Irken claws ripping at delicate human flesh. Iso was unrelenting with his grip; he turned to press a mocking kiss against Dib's cheek before he shoved the boy down against the trapped alien. He easily used his weight to crush the little alien with his enemy and he made sure to hold Dib firmly in place for what came next.
Iso was getting more and more turned on by the moment; he finally seemed to have the alien and this delectable child right where he wanted them, and he wanted it to go exactly the way he'd been imagining it since he'd locked Dib in the bathroom just minuets before. Trembling from anticipation, Iso placed his free hand in the middle of Dib's back and began to trail his eager fingers over Dib's ass and down to the tightly clenched legs.
"Stop!" The child screamed as his arms began to flail and Zim did his best to join in the fight; the alien looped his tied arms around Dib's neck and tried to claw at the hand in the middle of the Dib's back: this was an opportunity that Iso could not let pass. He pinned the alien's flailing arms against Dib's back before capturing one of Dib's arms-the left was the easiest-and twisting it so it could be pinned along with Zim's trapped limbs; with his captives mostly immobilized Iso reached for Zim's tight Irken pants.
It was easy enough to slip them down-as Zim hadn't really pulled them up properly in the first place-leaving Iso with nothing between his cock and Zim's exposed privates. The desire was beyond anything Iso had ever felt before, he'd always experienced quick fucks-as children didn't tend to put up much of a fight-so this was almost more than he could take; but he needed one more thing to make this little fantasy churning in his head perfect.
Dib had his head lowered with his cheek next to Zim's; the alien was in a panic that was caught between muttering orders at him, that Dib couldn't obey, and rasping out threats that held too much fear to be anything motivating. The paranormal investigator could only interpret them as Zim's form of begging: 'stop him', 'help me', but the silence in response was deafening; Dib could do nothing but try to comfort Zim with the smallest gestures.
He'd been about to rub Zim's back-his Pak must be uncomfortable to lie on-but Iso snagged his wrist and wouldn't let go. Despite the struggling and kicking and yelling Iso got Dib's hand right where he wanted it: between Zim's forcibly spread legs; Dib felt Zim's breathing hitch-his chest jerking against his own-and knew what Zim was afraid of... because he was afraid of it too. The young student squeezed his eyes closed as sharp claws embedded themselves into his back in preparation for what was to come, and a moment later he felt something he was pretty sure he didn't want to ever feel in his lifetime.
Dib jerked against the larger hand holding tightly to his own, but it wasn't enough to put distance between his hand and Zim's unmentionables; he twisted and squeezed his fingers together in an attempt to slip from the powerful grip, but it wasn't enough. His fingers touched between Zim's legs and Dib immediately drew away as much as he could, his hand curling into a fist; soon, despite Dib's fighting, he was rubbing knuckles with Zim's shaft.
The boy's face burned from where it hid against Zim's green skin and he pressed his face to the floor; he purposefully dug his glasses into his face in an attempt to distract himself from what was happening, but even the slight pain could not keep him from feeling warm skin against his hand.
"Zim has a better idea!" the Irken suddenly announced desperately as he squirmed beneath Dib, human blood pooling around his claws; Iso didn't let up the movements: in fact, this was always his favorite part, "I will give you lasers, and a spaceship, and a robot if you let Zim go!" The begging before entry: he just loved the sound of fear in the little alien's voice and the feel of trembling legs against his own; he pressed Dib's fist harder against the flexing hole, "Zim will build you a sex thingy!" The alien cried louder, it seemed that his defiance and ego had been crushed as he begged shamelessly, "You can have Zim's mind erase th-!"
All at once Zim choked on his words, his mouth falling open in a shocked little scream; this, Iso thought, was the best time to enter: when his partner was in the middle of his plea his desperation would turn into pitiful sobs that made Iso's cock twitch with desire. Zim, however, was not yet reduced to that; his ruby eyes pooled with tears but he refused to make another sound. Zim held back his feelings with what was left of his pride; he was a soldier, an invader, a hero on Irk! This was not the worst thing that could happen to him; he could lose an arm, a leg, a lekku. He could have his Pak ripped from his back, his memory erased from the collective Irken knowledge; that would be worse than this! Only... it wasn't.
Still, Zim held on to all that he could; six claws made tiny ragged circles in Dib's back, it was Zim's physical comfort-pain-and back on Irk the Tallest were rooting for him, they would want him to survive and take his vengeance. Gritting his teeth, the distressed Irken bore the pain of Dib's knuckles being forcibly maneuvered into his body; two of them had worked the dip-that Zim hadn't even realized existed before-open enough to fit partially inside and it seemed that Iso wasn't about to stop there. The filth-human seemed to want to put Dib's whole fist inside and Zim knew he couldn't take it; why did they have so many fingers!
Zim tilted his head to hide from Iso's nasty gaze; he pressed his nose-less green face against black hair, but he could still feel the blue on him: lustful, torturous, sadistic human eyes. A moment of weakness coursed through Zim's body as Iso had managed to work another knuckle in; alien lips parted to let out a shivering whimper that was just soft enough that only Dib-his ear literally pressed to Zim's mouth-could hear it.
Despite the awkward feelings Dib could not ignore the feel of Zim's trembling body beneath his own; he wished he could move his arms because he was really bad with words, but he felt he didn't have a choice, "I'm... I'm so sorry Zim." he whispered against the place where Zim would have an ear, were he human, "You... don't deserve this..." he said this, and he meant it; he might have wanted to capture Zim-possibly kill him-and turn him over to the government for dissection... but he'd never wished this kind of torture on his enemy.
Just as Dib opened his mouth to say more Iso gave a rather rough push; it opened the hole up more, but not enough to take in a fourth knuckle. Swallowing back his nervousness Dib nudged Zim's face in what he hoped was a comforting way before he spoke up, "L-Let me uncurl my fingers."
Though Dib couldn't see him, he felt Iso's smirk burning into his back; he'd taken this request the wrong way-as a sign of Dib's cooperation-rather than the boy trying to show mercy to the alien. Iso pressed two fingers into Zim straight away; and though Zim cringed and cursed his name, Dib felt he'd done the right thing. Two fingers were better than an entire fist.
Dropping his head back next to Zim's, Dib continued with what he'd wanted to say before, "We'll get through this, Zim." he whispered, nudging his face against Zim's again; in response the Irken tucked his head in closer, his claws ripping short gashes on Dib's back. The boy winced, but continued, "He won't win, not against you..." Dib took a short breath and tried to change his voice to, at least, have the same inflection Zim had when he spoke the words himself, "You are Zim." Dib said as he felt, for the first time, the true power behind the words; he hoped it was enough for the little alien.
Zim opened his mouth to reply as thin fingers were pressed against unyielding flesh; they could go no further, but Iso continued to try. Discomfort hitched the alien's voice but Dib's words had reached him and he knew the human was right, "I... am Zim." confidence brimmed in Zim's hushed voice; his claws relaxed flat against Dib's back and didn't tense up again even after Iso jabbed Dib's squirming fingers back in harshly. Though his voice did hitch as he repeated, "I am Zim!"
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