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Thank You	By : Marionette Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter The First: Thank You

Two teenaged boys were standing in the lounge room of a narrow green house. They looked worse for wear and shaken up.

“Why did you save me Zim?” the dark haired teen demanded brushing off his smilie face tee shirt.

The shortish green skinned teen sat down on the pink couch. “You had the grappling hook Dib. The only reason you’re here is because you wouldn’t let go.” this reply sounded far too defensive.

Dib hummed disbelievingly in the back of his throat giving Zim a suspicious look. The alien was looking at his hands hanging between his knees. The human sighed and sat down next to him.

“Who knew that the zombie beaver army would know martial arts?” Dib shook his head in disbelief. “Or that the avalanche would take out the entire yeti village. I wish I’d gotten footage.”

“Why are you still here Dib-beast?” Zim sounded weary. “Go home.”

Dib frowned. Then a completely random idea struck him. The compulsion was so strong he wondered later if he could have stopped even if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to.

Zim stared at his hands feeling defeated. What was he going to tell the Dib? He couldn’t let him die in the snow because his butt was too delicious in those tight jeans he wore? The idea was laughable. The Dib would probably laugh himself sick. Or just be plain sick. The human sat next to him and Zim told him to leave.

The couch shifted Zim looked up and found Dib’s face inches from his own. “You know Zim. I should thank you for saving me.” the scared look on Zim’s face was priceless.

The evil smile on the Dib’s face sent not entirely unpleasant shivers up and down Zim’s spine. Most of Zim’s fear came from the unknown quality of it. It was as ruthless as the smile he got in battle and as scarily joyful as his ‘I’m-going-to-dissect-you’ smile. “You just did.” Zim pointed out hoping to avoid whatever it was Dib had planned.

“Not properly.” Dib grinned and lent forward touching his tongue gently to Zim’s cheek.

The alien started but did not scream and there was no sick burning smell so Dib continued to run his tongue up pulling off Zim’s wig as he did so and ending at the base of the alien’s antenna. A sharp nip to the delicate stalk shook Zim from his stunned reserve.

“What do you think you’re doing??” he demanded throwing himself back landing on his elbows. He scrabbled backwards as Dib followed him.

The human smirked as he pinned the alien to the couch with his weight. “Come on Zim. I know that you do things like this on your own.”

Zim growled. “Those Irk damned spy bugs. How many of those things do you have?” he hissed forgetting in his anger that Dib was on top of him.

The human ground his hips against Zim’s to remind him of the situation. “A few.” he smirked at Zim’s gasp. “Listen Zim. I’m just saying thank you. There’s nothing wrong with that right? It’s the polite thing to do isn’t it?”

Zim’s biting reply was lost to Dib’s mouth as it crushed against his own. He found Dib attractive - in a he’s-an-alien-but type way - yes but he was sure that this was breaching the Irken Code of Wartime Conduct. Fraternising with the enemy wasn’t it? So why was he kissing Dib back? Why was he hesitatingly placing his hands on the Dib’s shoulders? Why was he allowing this??

Dib laughed internally with maniacal triumph. It seemed that Zim believed he deserved the thanks Dib was offering. Oh this was going to be fun.

Dib pulled back and smirked evilly into Zim’s scared eyes. Reaching between them he carefully undid the Irken’s pants pulling them down slightly. Slowly, never taking his eyes off Zim’s he reached into the open pants and ran his fingers lightly up the half erect hidden length.

Zim moaned arching into the teasing hand, his eyes sliding shut. Dib continued to lightly stoke Zim, rolling the pad of his thumb across the tip and gathering the moisture that beaded there. Pulling his hand out of Zim’s pants, causing the alien to groan his protests, his brought his thumb close to his lips and held it there until the body below him opened his eyes.

When he did Dib slowly stuck out his tongue and dragged it along his thumb, licking up the precome then sucking the digit’s tip into his mouth with an appreciative moan. Zim tasted like nothing the human had ever tasted before but reminded him of some things. Mint picked fresh and eaten raw or a lime in a tequila shot. It tasted tart and strong and overwhelming., like Zim himself. Dib wanted more.

He hummed around his thumb in a complimentary sound. “God you taste surprisingly good Zim.” Dib told the alien who kept his eyes closed tight and his lips even tighter. “Do you want to try?”

Dib lent down and nibbled the unyielding mouth, entreating entrance to it’s warm moist cavern. Slowly Zim gave way allowing Dib to plunder his mouth and enjoying it far more than he wanted. The taste of himself on the human’s thick tongue was one he could get used to very quickly, one he wanted to get used to. Zim slapped that thought away simply enjoying the moment and the feel of Dib on top of him.

“I want more.” Dib said huskily into the alien’s ear spot and it was all the warning he gave.

Zim’s eyes, which had shut again, popped open when he felt the human slide down him and settle between his legs. “No. You cant.” he said breathlessly. The Dib perched in the ‘V’ created by his legs smiling like a cat with cream was too good of a sight.

“Oh I think I can, Zim.” Dib smiled up at the purple flushed alien. “I think I will.” This was too much for Zim with a loud moan he let his head drop back down his eyes sliding closed yet again.

With a satisfied smirk Dib lowered his head, pressing his lips against the Irken’s head. Slowly he allowed the tip into his mouth, licking then swirling his tongue around it. He sucked on Zim’s head like it was some exquisite candy, each of his moans pulling an echoing one from his mouthful. Releasing the flesh he was teasing Dib nuzzled against it.

“You’re so big Zim.” he breathed making the length beside his face twitch at the sudden chill. It wasn’t really that Zim was especially large, it was that he was much bigger than Dib had expected. He was certainly large enough to get the human achingly hard. “With the way you overcompensate I would have thought you’d be tiny.”

The biting remark Zim undoubtedly had was lost in a moan as Dib sucked up the side of the green shaft. Nibbling and licking his way back down the other side Dib found a small nub at the very base, what he supposed where the remnants of testicles. He wrapped his lips around it and pressed with his tongue. Zim cried out his body bucking violently.

Dib was unprepared and his lips where mashed into his teeth, “Fuck!” he sat up quickly pressing his palm to his mouth. “Shit Zim! That really hurt.”

“S-sorry.” Zim blushed propping up on his elbows. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

The apology, the first sincere one from the proud Irken he’d ever received, was more than enough but Dib pouted a bit. Zim smirked, seeing the sulk for what it was and lent up to Dib fisting a hand in his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss. Dib quickly yielded but allowed Zim to retain control of the kiss.

“Feels better?” Zim asked still smirking. Dib nodded eyes still half shut from the buss. “Shall we continue?”

In reply Dib merely pushed Zim back onto the couch and practically pounced on him, this time holding his hips down. “Get ready for it.” he mocked and Zim pulled a face.

Settling down again Dib wrapped his lips around the nub once more, this time pressing his tongue to it gently. Zim’s breath hitched in what was almost a sob and Dib flicked his tongue over the bump. He was rewarded with another violent buck but was ready for it this time and held Zim down.

Though it seemed against the natural order feeling the strength in Dib, feeling Dib holding him down, made Zim even harder. Of course the humans wondrous ministrations below his waist could have helped. Dib tormented the bud until Zim was a squirming mass of nerve endings.

Zim was moaning loudly but kept his lips clamped shut. He usually babbled during sex and the last thing he needed was to stutter out unintelligible things about Dib and long withheld fantasies and Irk forbid love. Not to mention long strings of curse words and begging.

When dib started to roll his tongue circularly over Zim’s nub the alien had to bite his wrist to keep from screaming. What came out wasn’t a scream but it was loud and Dib decided to have mercy on them both.

With a deft ease born of long practice Dib quickly opened his pants and freed his aching length. Just as easily, this time born of natural ability, Dib swallowed half of Zim’s length . He eagerly stroked himself, bobbing his head in a mimicry of sex. With each bob took in another inch of Zim’s length until finally his nose bumped against the smooth green of the alien’s abdomen.

There he stopped and swallowed, letting Zim feel his throat work around his sensitive head. Zim’s world had been limited to three places, the searing pleasure between his legs, the pain of his teeth sinking through the flesh of his wrist and the maddening feeling of Dib’s arm brushing his leg as the human jerked himself off.

Zim wanted to tell Dib to stop, to let Zim repay in like but by the time he’d gathered enough sense to speak it was too late. Dib shouted his pleasure as he climaxed, hot white release pouring over his hand. The cry shot straight to Zim’s core and pushed the alien over the edge.

Zim’s hot release splashed the back of Dib’s throat and the teen willingly swallowed milking Zim of every last drop. The satisfaction of tasting Zim, of having a small part of his foe inside him, easily made up for the likelihood of his getting horrendously sick from swallowing the foreign substance.

This release was stronger than any Zim had ever experienced and he was insensible as he plummeted over and down, white light stealing his vision. When he finally came back to himself the taste in his mouth told him the skin of his wrist had finally given way and his purple blood was dripping freely down his throat.

He also found his free hand lightly stroking through the Dib’s hair who lay with his head pillowed on Zim’s thigh. Realising his actions Zim quickly jerked his hand out of the silky locks. The sudden movement seemed to bring Dib back from wherever he found himself and the human sat up.

He smiled a very sated smile and lifted his hand, the one he had stroked himself with. Lazily like a cat licking up cream he lapped his own release off his hand. Zim moaned as he watched this and felt the rekindling of desire curling inside of him.

Before the hand was nearly clean Zim’s own hand shot out and gripped Dib’s wrist. Dib looked at him surprised. “If you keep doing that I’ll get hard again.” Zim told him and finished cleaning the other off himself.

The human’s release tasted musky and bitter and strangely wonderful and Zim once again mourned the lost opportunity to swap positions with the Dib. Cracking an eye open Zim smirked with satisfaction, seeing Dib was biting his lip and looking closed to pained as he watched Zim lick him clean.

Once he had his hand back the human efficiently tucked them both back into their pants and stood looking down at Zim expectantly. The alien blinked, perplexed then slowly memory came back. The whole reason for this sudden surprisingly pleasant tryst.

“Your welcome.” Zim said magnanimously also standing so the Dib didn’t loom quiet so badly over him.

“Well feel free to do me favours anytime.” Dib told the alien sliding close and leaning down to whisper against his lips. “I’ll gladly repay.”

With a small peck and a swirl of coat Dib was out the door and dodging the lawn gnomes on his way home for dinner. Zim stared at the door long after Dib had shut it, to all outward appearances completely still. But behind his eyes his mind was whirring with plans of ways to get Dib into trouble. So Zim could come and save the day.

Many thank yous where on their way, of this Zim was quite sure.

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There you are, a thank you blow and an apology fic. DON’T HATE ME!! ><

Marionette @-;--
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