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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PsychoHanyo: Hey everyone! My first official adultfanfiction post as a 20 year old! Yay!

Disclaimer: I own nothing otuside of The Mask, Krill, and the plot. Invader Zim and all related characters, places, themes, species, and technology belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make no money off of this.

000

The rest of the week went rather slowly. Zim sat in his last period study hall, staring at the clock. Keef was at his side as usual, watching him watch the clock. Zim gave Keef and look and the redhead smiled.
“Are you going to come on Sunday?” Keef wondered.
“Your family reunion?” Zim wondered.
Keef nodded.
“Yeah, sure. What time?”
“We can come and get you at like 12.”
Zim thought for a minute. Well, just because he might see Moth on Saturday night, it didn’t mean they’d go and sleep together again. It was a one night thing…right?
“Okay.”
Keef squealed, causing some stares. “Thanks so much!” He latched onto Zim’s arm. “My family is unbearable.”
“Heh, it’s okay, Keef. Let my arm go.”
Keef did what was asked for him and gave Zim a toothy grin. “Anytime, buddy! I’ll give you directions to my place. Unless you just want me to pick you up?”
“Would your parents want to meet mine?” Zim asked.
“No.” Keef shook his head.
“Then yes.”
Keef giggled. “Okay.” He smiled. “Good thing I remember where you live very well!” He nodded.
“Yeah.” Zim agreed. “No use in getting lost and getting to your reunion late, right?”
“Agreed!”
Zim chuckled as the bell rang. Keef shot up and bounced in place. “Oh, goody! Time to go home!” He said. “Let’s go meet the others.” He pulled Zim up by the arm and yanked him out into the hall with the other students.

000

Tired from the day but in the mood to see Moth again, Zim donned his mask and voice amplifier before heading out to The Mask. The streets weren’t as dark as they had been the night he’d been attacked, a few streetlights lit up, but they were just as barren. Zim could hear the pulsing music inside The Mask before he’d gotten close to it. There wasn’t a line outside, not that Zim expected one to be there, but it was probably crowded inside. Zim knocked on the heavy metal door and it opened. The guard on the inside was the one who Zim had met his first day going to the club. He smiled at Zim, amber eyes shining behind his ruby mask.
“Hello again, kid.” He said. “You have a name for yourself?”
“It’s Iz…now, at least.” Zim answered.
He laughed. “And what is it other times?”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to know.” Zim winked and the guard laughed.
Zim stepped in when the man waved him through and the door shut behind him with the scraping sound of metal on concrete.
“I heard you left with someone last week.”
“Did the other guard tell you?”
This guard had been home the night Zim went with Moth to the hotel. The other guard had to have said something.
“No.” The guard denied. “I heard rumors that a new guy was already leaving the Mask with someone, and I figured it was you. We don’t have many new customers. At least, not on my watch. So was it you?”
“Yeah, I met a guy.” Zim flushed.
“Mozel Tov.” The guard smiled. “Well, go on in and see if he’s here.” He winked.
“Thanks.” Zim said.
The guard opened the other door that led to the club and Zim stepped in. The crowd was surprisingly pretty thin. A dozen or so couples were dancing on the dance floor, bumping and grinding against one another, but there were maybe five people at the bar counter as well. One of them, Zim recognized as Moth. So he was here. Good. Beside himself, Zim smiled and walked over to where his ‘lover’ was. Was ‘lover’ the appropriate term? They had only slept together once…then again, Zim couldn’t call Moth anything else that didn’t make it sound like the whole ordeal was just a cheap lay. For now, ‘lover’ worked just fine. Zim tapped the black haired male on the shoulder.
“Long time no see.” Zim greeted.
Moth jumped at the touch, but he turned and smile when he heard Zim’s voice. “Hey, yourself.” Moth leaned in and kissed the corner of Zim’s mouth. “Have a seat.” He looked over at the bartender. “Another Pepsi.” He ordered.
The bartender handed Zim a drink. Once Zim thanked him, he moved on to serve another couple who had come over. Zim hopped up onto the stool, one foot on the bar below his seat. “How was your week?” He asked.
“Not bad.” Moth shrugged. “How was yours?”
“It was fine. So much better now, though.”
Moth caught his flirting and kissed Zim again. “I’m sorry.” He said. “Was that okay to do?”
“Who said it wouldn’t have been?” Zim asked, arching an eyebrow.
Moth chuckled. “I suppose you’re right.” He lowered his voice. “I mean, after last weekend and all…”
Zim giggled, something he normally wouldn’t let himself do; flirting or not. He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Moth smiled. “It’s cute.”
Zim blushed. Honey, he noticed. Moth’s eyes were the color of honey. Almost the same color as Dib’s…ugh. Why did intruding thoughts of the infuriating human have to come now? Zim shook his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts and covered it up with a laugh. “Thank you?”
“Welcome.” Moth winked and kissed him again, this time putting a hand on Zim’s knee.
Zim opened his lips a bit when he felt Moth’s tongue. He was just getting into the kiss when someone cleared his throat. They separated and Zim turned to see who had disrupted them. A man in a black suit and tie stood there, watching the boys with a smile. He had a wire around his ear. Probably some security guy. Zim didn’t sense much of a threat off of him.
“It’s not very busy tonight, boys.” He informed. “You’re putting on quite a show.”
Zim looked out at the dance floor. The closest couples were standing close to each other, watching Zim and Moth with amused smiles. One of the men winked at them and smirked. Zim returned the smirk with one of his own, before turning back to the overly-dressed man.
“Sorry about that.” Zim said, embarrassed enough for both himself and Moth. “It’s a Friday and the crowds are normally larger, so…”
The man gave a smile. “No need to apologize.” He said. “It can’t be helped, sometimes.”
A man standing next to him flushed and looked away, as if he knew from personal experience.
“Just try to save it for back rooms, okay?” The man handed Zim and Moth each a card. “For your use.”
“Thank you.” Moth sounded like he was out of breath. Were these cards important for something?
“Yea, thank you.” Zim agreed.
The man smiled and left with his cohorts. The music started off and people, couple by couple, went back to their previous actions. Zim noted that more people were starting to show up. Maybe he had just gotten there before the rush. He turned back to Moth, who was looking over his car with awe.
“What are these?” Zim asked softly.
“What are these?” Moth repeated, unbelieving. “Iz, these are cards.”
“I know that.” Zim looked them over. “But what’s their primary function?” His technology/military terms came into play for a moment.
“They’re the beginning step to becoming a ‘White-Tie’ member!” Moth said. “You didn’t know?”
“No.” Zim shook his head. “What’s that?”
Moth wiped a hand over his face and treaded his fingers through his ebony hair. “White-Tie members have use of the private rooms downstairs.” Moth informed. “It’s a very exclusive club within the club.”
“It’s a real honor, then?” Zim asked.
Moth nodded. “It’s like getting a medal in the military. It’s a real big deal.”
Finally, the boy used terms Zim could understand.
“Okay, then.” Zim said. He tucked the card into his pocket.
“You wanna go get some use out of them?” Moth asked.
Zim caught the meaning hidden in his words and smiled. “I think that would be a great idea.”
Moth stood and offered his hand to Zim, who took it. Once Zim was off the stool, Moth wrapped his arm around Zim’s waist, slipping his hand into his front left pocket. Zim blushed a bit and did the same, putting his hand in Moth’s right front pocket instead of left.

000

Downstairs, Zim sat on the bed of a private room as Moth flipped through the small collection of CDs near a CD player on the dresser opposite the bed. It looked like a lower-scale hotel room. Moth had locked the door behind the two of them, saying it was for security and privacy purposes. Zim didn’t object. He knew what was likely going to happen between the two of them in the room. It was better if people couldn’t walk in on them. Moth hummed a little tune to himself, which Zim recognized as the song that had been playing when he walked into the club that night.
“How long are you going to keep me waiting, Moth?” Zim asked, innocently.
Moth smirked at Zim over his shoulder. “I can’t find anything.” He said defensively.
“Well, what do we have to choose from?” Zim walked over and looked over Moth’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Depends on if you want something fast or something slow…or something in another language…”
“Another language? Can you understand any of them?”
“Well, this one’s in Japanese and this one’s in Russian. I can’t understand either, but they both sound amazing.”
“So pick one of them, then.” Zim shrugged.
“Sure?”
“Of course.” Zim smiled. “I don’t think we’ll be listening to the music so much as we’ll be listening to each other.” Zim licked along the outer shell of Moth’s ear. Human biology was fascinating. They had so many bumps that Irkens didn’t have. Luckily, their ‘nether regions’, as his father had called it during ‘the talk’ when he was 12, were similar. Otherwise, Zim wouldn’t have been sure how to treat the other man.
Moth moaned a bit and his knees buckled for a moment before he caught himself and stopped himself from crashing the ground, probably bringing Zim down with him. Zim chuckled against his lover’s ear, his hot breath making Moth shiver a bit in anticipation. The other teen pressed ‘play’ on the CD player and words Zim didn’t recognize flew from the speakers. Zim chuckled at the beat of the first one. Perfect for having sex to.
“Every time you do that, it feels like my knees are going to buckle.” Moth informed, turning in Zim’s grasp. He pulled Zim into a kiss.
Zim moaned and ran his fingers through Moth’s hair. He had noticed a girl doing it to her boyfriend in the school hallways earlier. He had seemed to like it, so Zim figured he’d try it out with Moth. Month pulled Zim closer and hungrily engulfed his lips in another kiss. His tongue slid across Zim’s lower lip. Zim sighed into the kiss and let his lips slightly slide open. Moth’s tongue slid across his bottom teeth. Zim couldn’t help but run his fingers up into Moth’s dark hair. He wondered briefly who Moth really was, before Moth moved from his lips to his neck, kissing the flesh and lightly drawing his tongue over it. Zim moaned again and started backing up. Moth followed him until Zim’s knees were against the bed. Moth pushed him forward a bit more on the shoulder and Zim collapsed onto his back on the bed, Moth following. Together, they crawled up to the pillows. Moth broke the kiss and smiled down at Zim before kissing the corner of his mouth again.
“I love you.” Moth said, before rubbing his forehead into Zim’s holographic hair. Hopefully it felt the same as real human hair or Moth would know something was up.
“I love you, too.” Zim responded, cupping the human’s cheek in his hand. He kissed Moth’s nose, making the human flush.
Moth kissed a trail down Zim’s jaw to his neck, then down the creamy column of flesh to his collar bone. He placed light kisses and licks down the skin until he began to unbutton Zim’s shirt.
Zim helped finish off the last few buttons and started to shed the shirt off, but Moth stopped him and kissed down to his chest. He bit lightly into, what looked like, Zim’s left nipple and lightly sucked on the flesh. Irkens didn’t have nipples like humans did, so Moth was really just nibbling on his skin. Zim moaned anyway. The sensation wasn’t really a bad one. He could get used to it. Moth smirked and switched to the other ‘nipple’ before trailing his tongue down Zim’s abdomen. The human’s saliva lightly burned his skin, but it was a good burn. It wasn’t as bad as when he was younger and someone had decided that throwing water on him in science class was a great prank. It had been the reason he’d been pulled out of school. His mom was a bit paranoid when it came to her children’s safety. Red and Purple liked to pick on Zim a lot about it, but Zim was just happy his mother cared enough about him to worry so much. Red and Purple…how were they dealing with the fact that he was gone? Maybe they didn’t care, but whatever. Zim knew no matter what they said or how they acted that they really did care about him and…what was Moth’s tongue doing?
Zim woke from his thoughts to the sensation of Moth’s tongue pressing against his belly. He looked down to notice that Moth was pressing into what looked like a bellybutton, but wasn’t. Once again, Moth was just touching Zim’s pure flesh. Zim moaned.
“Hm…Moth…” He muttered.
Moth stopped mid lick and shifted his eyes up to look into Zim’s false ones. “Mm?” He wondered, asking a question with his eyes.
“Nothing.” Zim flushed. “Feels good is all.”
Moth smirked and finished the lick he had started. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and kissed Zim’s ‘navel’. He grasped Zim’s belt in his fingers and pulled it free. He let it hand around Zim’s hips before he unbuttoned Zim’s jeans halfway. Zim cocked his head to the side questioningly, as Moth pressed his fingers against the lump in his pants. Zim moaned and threw his head back. Moth was so good at pleasing him. Maybe the other teen had a lot of practice? Zim hoped he was a satisfying lover as well, but he didn’t have the guts to ask Moth to rate his sexual ability, so he’d just have to keep wondering. Anyone could fake a moan, or even imitate the ones Moth had given the first time they made love, so that wasn’t a deciding factor. Moth went down further and kissed the bulge, making Zim buck his hips lightly. Moth grabbed Zim’s hips and held them back so he wouldn’t get Zim’s hard-on smashed into his nose. Moth smirked and lightly nibbled on the bulge, taking the whole of it into his mouth. Zim moaned and grasped onto Moth’s hair.
“Moth…ah…God, stop teasing!” Zim cried out. “Ah!”
Moth smirked and kissed Zim one more time before scaling back up the teen’s body to kiss his lips. Moth pressed a twin erection down into Zim’s and Zim moaned again. The friction created by his boxers and jeans rubbing against both his and Moth’s erections made Zim’s vision swim. He could swear his eyeballs were going into the back of his head. Either that or he’d gone blind. Zim was brought back to the real world when Moth pressed his tongue between Zim’s lips to meet his. Zim’s tongue rushed to meet Moth’s, knowing the other immediately. The two appendages rubbed against one another. Zim noticed that Moth’s eyes were still closed, and that the other was fully clothed. Something would have to be done about that. Zim wrapped his arms around Moth’s neck and pulled his collar slightly to the side of where it was, exposing creamy skin. Human skin was so much different from Irken skin. The color was off and the texture was something different entirely. While silky smooth, Irken skin tended to feel like that of a lizard. Human skin was soft, but not as smooth. Apparently they scarred a bit more, too, because Zim had noticed some scratches on Keef’s leg, which he said he’d received a couple years ago. Maybe they were just poor healers?
Moth pulled back suddenly and gave Zim a small smile. “I love you.” He whispered.
Zim’s antennae danced under his hologram to pick up the low frequency. “I love you, too.” He said.
Moth smirked and kissed Zim’s temple. While he lingered there, Zim made his move. He slipped his hands down to the hem of Moth’s shirt and he lightly pulled it up. Feeling the garment coming off, Moth pulled back from Zim and aided in its removal. Two dusty pink buds were exposed along with as pasty-cream colored skin. Moth’s skin was flushed a bit from arousal. Zim took the time to take in the sight of Moth shirtless. His eyes trailed down over slightly-muscled chest and abs and to the dip of a belly button. The rest of Moth was hidden by jeans. Zim could clearly, however, see the erection straining against the dark material. Zim undid Moth’s belt and Moth went back to working on his zipper. They both sighed in relief when their trapped erections were freed. Once both of their zippers were undone, Moth pulled back and looked Zim over. Zim flushed a bit as his lover traced his eyes down Zim’s sculpted body. Sparring practice really did wonders for the muscles, Zim had to admit. Of course, his brothers and parents, the few times they’d seen him shirtless over the summer, had attributed it to him lifting heavy materials to make his illegal supplies, as well as fixing up and modifying his Voot Runner when the thing needed repairs.
As Moth continued to admire his body, Zim smirked. “Like what you see, Moth?” He asked.
“Very much so.” Moth nodded and smirked back. “And it seems you like what you see, too.”
Zim nodded. “Of course.” He said. “We didn’t really take the time to look the last time we…”
“Yeah, I regretted that all week.”
“Well, we can make up for it now.”
“I don’t think either of us could last much longer.” Moth motioned to his and Zim’s twin erections.
“So how about we finish what we’ve started?”
“I can agree to that.” Moth pulled his jeans down over his hips as Zim sat up and did the same. Zim stopped Moth from removing his boxers and received a quizzical look. Zim hitched his fingers into the waistband of Moth’s boxers and hiked them down; taking extra time to make sure his erection was freed safely. Moth sighed in relief as his manhood was released into the crisp air of the room. Zim took note of it and smirked, going to take off his own boxers.
Moth stopped him by grabbing his hands and kissing him. Their tongues met in a fight for dominance again, which Zim knew he would let Moth win because he didn’t like being on top. Moth lightly pressed Zim back into the pillows with one hand on his shoulder. Zim allowed himself to be led but couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when Moth broke their kiss. The disappointment soon stopped when Moth made his way back down Zim’s body, licking at muscles and making Zim shiver. Once he reached his target, Moth grasped the elastic of Zim’s boxers in his teeth and inched them slowly down Zim’s legs. Zim lifted himself off the bed a bit to allow the boxers to be pulled down further, then laid back down on the bed as Moth worked them off over socked feet. He pulled Zim’s black socks off with his hands, his fingers tickling Zim’s feet and making him giggle.
“Tickle?” Moth wondered.
“No.” Zim shook his head.
Moth smirked and picked Zim’s foot up by the ankle.
“What are you doing?” Zim wondered, arching an antenna.
Moth said nothing and pressed a finger lightly against the bottom of Zim’s foot.
“Moth…” Zim warned.
Moth lightly rubbed his finger up and down the flesh, tickling Zim’s foot and running a shiver through his spine.
“Moth, stop!” Zim laughed. “My feet are ticklish!”
Moth smirked. “Are they, now…?”
“Yea, they are. Oh, don’t you get any…ah!” Zim couldn’t help but kick his feet a bit and turn to try and escape Moth’s touch.
After being tickled for about five minutes, Zim found himself on his stomach, a wet tongue pressing against his lower back.
“Mm…Moth…” Zim moaned and Moth nibbled into the flesh. “God, that feels so…ah!”
Moth’s tongue ran along one of Zim’s cheeks, going up. He kissed up Zim’s back to his collarbone. He kissed said bone and smiled against the soft skin below him. “I love you.” He said again.
“I love you, too.” Zim had to admit that though they were both saying it quite a lot, it wasn’t getting old. It was sweet, really.
Moth reached to the night-side table and pulled open a drawer. As he did so, Zim felt his erection rub along his lower back. Zim’s own erection was trapped between his body and the bed below. He wanted to move and rub along the length to release it, but Moth’s weight, not that he was very heavy, restricted his movement somewhat. Moth backed up and ripped open the tinfoil square that Zim assumed was a condom. Really, he hoped that one day Moth would be willing to go without the rubber nuisance, but Zim could wait for that day, if it ever came. Moth reached down to slide the condom on, but Zim stopped him and took it from him. He held the base of Moth’s cock between the fingers on his left hand and slid the condom over the tip with his right. Moth assisted him, rolling the rubber down the shaft until he was completely covered. Zim lay back on the pillows and grasped the bottle of lubricant before sitting back up and handing it over to Moth. Zim shed his shirt and tossed it off to the side to join the rest of their clothing. Moth ran a lubricated hand up and down his shaft before climbing back over Zim and kissing him. He reached down to Zim’s entrance and lightly pushed a finger in.
“Mm.” Zim moaned. “I don’t know how much longer…mm…I can…mm…last…” Zim moaned as Moth began pumping his finger in and out of the hole.
“I need to make sure you’re stretched enough before I enter you.” Moth grunted, pushing another finger in to join the first.
“Yeah…ah! But I don’t need much…mm…stretching…after last time…I think I can handle…you…ah!” Zim moaned as Moth began scissoring his fingers.
“Mm.” Moth seemed to agree and pulled his fingers out of Zim’s now twitching hole. He ran a finger over the head of Zim’s penis, gathering the precum that had gathered there and bringing it to his mouth to clean himself off. Zim watched with a sick fascination as moth removed his fluids.
“Are you ready?”
Zim nodded. Moth lightly pushed Zim back a bit to press his covered and lubricated cock’s head to Zim’s now-stretched entrance. Zim braced himself as he felt the organ pressing its way inside. When Moth was buried up to the hilt, the boy kissed Zim.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine.” Zim nodded, unclenching the sheets that had been tight in his fists.
Moth chuckled, apparently having noticed it, and kissed Zim’s temple. “Sure you are.”
“I’m fine.” Zim moaned, feeling Moth’s balls against his ass. “Keep going.”
Moth nodded and lightly pulled out of him, before slamming back in; his balls slapping against Zim’s ass. Zim moaned as Moth continued to pump in and out of his ‘back door’ entrance. The sounds of skin hitting skin brought Zim closer and closer to the edge. Moth pulled his leg up by the knee against his own leg.
“Mm!” Zim moaned, the new angle sending his mind into a frenzy.
Moth hit a spot inside of him that he’d never felt sensations against before, unless he counted the first time they had ‘done it’. Zim watched Moth with half laded eyes. The latter had his eyes closed and was grasping onto Zim’s hips for leverage as he pounded in and out of him.
“Moth…I’m…I’m…”
Moth nodded and kissed Zim again, grasping his penis in his hand and pumping his hand up and down it. Zim’s fingers dug into Moth’s back. A few more strokes of the hand on his dick and the hot heat inside his rear end sent Zim over the edge.
“Moth!” He cried loudly.
“Mm…Iz…I’m…” Moth muttered as he finished pumping, milking Zim’s cock for all it was worth. He came into the condom, crying out Zim’s club name loudly.
Once they were both spent, Moth collapsed down on Zim, lying over his shoulder. He pulled his flaccid length out of the teen beneath him before lying next to him, panting.
“I love you.” Moth said between pants.
“Mm, I love you, too.” Zim responded.
Moth laid his arm out and Zim curled up against his chest, one hand on flesh. Moth’s arm curled over Zim’s waist and hugged him close.
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