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Squishy Temptation	By : Nuraine Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3116 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Squishy Temptation
- 2-Bathroom Encounters
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Authors: Lee and Shifty
Rating: NC-17
Author Note: Chapter TWO has been edited! Yay, finally, we have some smex. Not full on, but pretty close. This has some gore in it, a few pleasant things that all makes us feel good and bad with our creepy fetishes. Again, I Lee, played ZIM and Shifty played Dib. I think she does a very good in character Dib. Hrm, yesh.
Anyway, that’s all I really have to say about that chapter. It’s just odd, but I really like the thought of ZADR bathroom sex. It’s just… nummy.
Please enjoy.
Squishy Temptation: Chapter Two: Bathroom Encounters.
Arriving to the nearest male-restroom, he flung the door open and went to the first stall. He checked, bending over to look under to see if there were any legs about. Nope, no one was here. He sighed, satisfied. He closed the stall door as long arm came out from his PAK. A speaker was attached to it and it went in front of his lips, he barked. "GIR! Come to the SKOOL. NOW!" He ordered to the robot, then quickly shutting off the transmission; the long tentacle-like-speaker disappeared back into his PAK. Zim began poking a few drawings on the stall, one of a heart and another of a very badly drawn gun. Everything around the tiny stall began to light up and it turned into a very mini-computer room. Purple, blue, green buttons were flashing all around him and the stall of the door was a GIANT computer screen. A keyboard suddenly poked out of the door and he began typing.
Peaceful working time would be short, unfortunately… It had only been a few minutes until the bathroom door swung open, and clunky boot footsteps could be heard wandering cautiously into the restroom… And yes. It was DIB… Who stopped short in his path… It didn’t take a moron to notice a GLOW coming from one of the stalls. There’s not supposed to be a GLOW in a bathroom stall!
Rather than bursting into hysterics and slamming the door open, he padded his way over to the stall without a word… And he stood there, glaring at the door…waiting to see if there would be some sort of reaction.
Zim was way to busy typing to even notice the human's feet, he was writing a written report to his tallest. They would defiantly praise him for his efforts! Yes, they certainly would. GIR still hadn't arrived yet, but he didn't worry. The little robot was always late. He sighed, taking out his contacts and shoving them in his PAK. "LENSES-NNG-SCRATCHY!" Then removing his wig and brushing his fingers at his antennas. "Ah...much better." He nodded.
Dib’s eyes narrowed slightly, listening to the alien blabber to himself… A witty little grin suddenly spread on his face before he whipped around and snuck himself into the stall next to Zim’s… He planted a boot on the toilet seat, before heaving himself up, He leaned carefully and as quiet as he could to peer down into the sta--… He GAWKED at… What seemed more like a mini COMPUTER room. {… JEEZE--… I wonder why no one else noticed that…}
Zim typed furiously, "Where is GIR!?" He sighed, mumbling a few curses. He tapped on his chin, reading over his report; nodding approvingly and then sending it straight to the tallest. There was a little music, telling him that it had been sent to Irk. He sighed, removing his gloves and stuffing them in his pocket. He rubbed them together, muttering. "Now! PREPARE YOURSELFS human's for a terrible EXPLOSIVE FAIT!" He threw his head back in the air as he began laughing madly.
"BWAHAHAHAHA-WHAAA?!" His eyes popped open, suddenly seeing a large head poking out from atop of the stall and very spikey-like-scythe hair with BUG-eyed glasses. He coughed viciously, before pounding on the stall and making his computer disappear. "HUMAN! GET OUT OF THE MALE-WASHROOM-STALL-NOW!" He demanded.
“Gah—NYEARGH!!” Dib flailed about as the wall off the stall rattled. Flailing, which in turn caused his boot to slip and he yelled out, hands smacking at the wall as he tried to latch on—until he ended up just TOPPLING into the stall on top of Zim with a loud, wonderful CRASH.
Zim screamed loudly, his head ALMOST smacking against the toilet. But, he missed it just by an inch and he fell on his back. The pain made his whole body ache and he shut his eyes tight. He knew the human was on top of him and the weight was only making the stinging pain worse. "ZIM IS NOT HERE TO BREAK YOUR FALL! GETOFF!" He groaned, struggling to move.
He fumbled about like crazy for a moment, trying to get himself upright. "YEAHWELL-- I wouldn't have fallen if you didn't rattle the freakin' stall!" Dib clawed at one of the walls, using it to lift himself to his knees at last-- which were on either side of the alien. "Ugh STOP FLAILING you JERK!"
He glared, grabbing the jacket to Dib's collar and forcing him to come inches away from his face. He breathed heavily, staring straight into the human's face. "FOOL! I will kill you for this!" He growled, his fangs barring as he felt like he was about to do something...horrible. Something that the human wouldn't ever be able to get out of his mind!
Eyes widened suddenly as he found his own face mere inches from the aliens. Dib cringed a bit, clutching at Zim's wrists harshly as he tried to pull back. "It's your own stupid fault you MORON!"
Zim whirled the human off of him, still holding onto his collar and causing them both to stand up. He slammed his back hard against the wall of the bathroom stall. Keeping his grip firm on the human's clothing and he glared. "MY FAULT!? Your NOT suppose to be IN here disturbing me! You’re supposed to be OUT there IN PAIN!" He growled, but before Dib could answer he did something very unexpected. He devoured Dib's lips with his own, silencing him. 'Heh…that would teach him.' He thought to himself.
There was only a muffled yelp of surprise. His eyes were HUGE, gawking in disbelief at the alien. Surprisingly enough, Dib didn’t thrash and fight—at least not right away… It took a moment for the whole situation to sink into his big head… The slightest blush worked its way onto his face—and he SNAPPED, slamming a boot at Zim’s gut before pushing at his head. “What—What the HELL, Zim?!”
ZIM groaned at the kick in his squeadly-spooch and he hissed as his leaned over holding onto his stomach. His head was already being moved away and he just stood their bent over, limply. His lips twitching with angry, but all he could do was take in the pain at the moment. His whole body was burning, but he could feel it slowly numb up. It would be over soon... and the human would PAY for that.
Dib recoiled momentarily to wipe at his mouth with the back of his sleeve—but he paused in mid-wipe, eyes suddenly pinned at the alien, hunched over in temporary weakness… His eyes widened slightly, and he lurched forward, gripping onto Zim and shoving him back over into a rough sit on the toilet, fingers clutching about his wrists as he PINNED his hands against the stall wall. His chest heaved as he glared down at his enemy, grumbling his words. “Consider that payback for that low blow before, alien SCUM…”
Zim looked at him questioningly, showing no fear! He only glared and scoffed at him, "Payback? You consider that payback? You’re pathetic, HUMAN." He scoffed, struggling to move, kicking to and fro. But it was no use he had him pinned good this time. His back against the toilet was starting to hurt as his wrists were pinned to the wall. He gritted his teeth, trying to think of a way out of this. But the pain in his lower spine was starting to get him and a low growl escaped his lips as he stared at the human with utter-hatred.
Dib frowned slightly, brows furrowing as he eyed the other… And rather than letting words voice his own hate, he leaned forward, pressing Zim harder against the toilet, and mashing his lips against the alien’s. Two could easily play at this little game… His hands fisted tighter around Zim’s wrists, as if he wanted them to snap. Dib didn’t take kindly to blows to his mini-Dib. Most certainly not.
Zim gasped, his eyes practically popping out of his skull and he muffled a scream between his lips. He struggled, trying to move his wrists for a few long moments. His cheeks became a darker shade of green, as his face became warm mixture of embarrassment and nervousness. After a long time of struggling, Zim began to stop... just sitting there. Not knowing what to do exactly.
God… He hated Zim so much... So much he could hardly stand it… Dib swallowed thickly as he pulled back for a moment to glare one again, mumbling more to himself than anything. “Stupid alien… Stupid ZIM!” He pulled back, and slammed Zim’s hands against the stall wall once more. And without another word or thought he leaned back in, giving Zim’s lip a bite, before taking them once more—He wasn’t really sure of what he was doing… All he knew is that he HATED this green thing… And putting him in such a degrading position was satisfying in some subliminal sense… He pressed down further, tilting his hips downwards to grind roughly with the Irken's. Just once.
Zim couldn't believe it the human actually had the guts to even TRY this to him. Something that was so...sexual in human nature. He wasn't very aware of it, but he did know something’s about it. He was some-what familiar with the sexual human culture... but the Dib was being horribly rough with him. He groaned as his arms were being smacked into the wall, feeling the pain sting through his wrists. The human kept pulling back, but when he leaned in to roughly bite as his lip he let out a helpless squeal. It got worse when he felt his hips touch against something... very precious to him. He could feel his body become faint. 'Do something!' Zim barked at himself. He struggled again, before the only thing he thought to do that would disgust the human was to react back. He began caressing his lips against the human's, very casual-like.
There was only a brief pause in reaction…For some reason… Zim responding in a positive manner was—ANGERING. God DAMN he hated Zim so much! A light growl was emitted from the human’s throat as he leaned closer, pushing in as much force into their kiss as he could, only allowing their lips to part for brief gasps of air. Dib shifted a bit, one of his hands leaving its grip to clutch at the brim of Zim’s shirt, before giving it a rather harsh tug upwards, bearing more of that cool, green skin which he immediately ran his nails against. Not too hard, but certainly not gently, either…Whether or not Zim was upset by this. Dib was content. He was in control. He was the better one this time.

Zim could easily take control, but for some reason SOMETHING was holding him back. His spider-legs could stab inside of the human’s delicate shoulders and probably kill him. But the sudden sensation, feeling his skin being exposed and the harsh scratching made him shudder. Killing the human…can wait. Just for a bit longer… he wanted to try something. Noticing his hand was set free he quickly grabbed the back of the earthling’s neck and pushed harder into the kiss. He let his serpent-like tongue enter inside of the human’s mouth. It began flicking at his lips, making sure it was safe. Tasting the bitter taste, he pushed his tongue in to let the tip tickle at the roof of his mouth.
Dib let out a faint grunt of surprise at this action, shivering a bit at the sensation of the snakelike muscle teasing along the top of his mouth. And for a moment. Just a moment… This whole situation felt strangely awkward… Nonetheless, he didn’t let it hinder him. Knowing now that releasing his arms wouldn’t be a completely fatal mistake, he let his other hand move down to push aside one of the Irken’s legs, making room for Dib to move a bit more, letting his hips slowly rock against Zim’s in a rough, teasing rhythm; all the meanwhile letting his tongue curl and coil about the aliens to the best of its ability.
This made him smirk feeling the slight shiver from the human just gave him a chance to make this more interesting. He was defiantly caught off guard when he felt the rocking against his hips, hitting more precious things to him. This made him squirm slightly, letting a small pant escape him as he tried very hard to hide his eager moan. Feeling the earthling’s tongue against his own made him want to flip over the Dib and pounce on him. The sensation was starting to get to Zim and soon it was going to be hard to hide. He swallowed thickly, his cheeks flushing nervously. If he didn’t take control of the human soon, he knew he would regret it. His pants were so tight around his hips, no one could miss if he was enjoying this or not.
His own grin slowly spread against the other’s lips at the faintest of sounds he was able to get out of him. He pressed on, gently running his tongue rougher against Zim’s, trying to inch their passionate little battle more so into the aliens mouth, where he let his own tongue explore, tracing slowly against each serrated tooth, and flicking at his lips. Dib was much enjoying himself… This set feeling of dominance was indeed good for his ego. But his ego was the last thing on his mind he felt like stroking… His own excitement to the situation was not so easily disguised. A breathy little moan was made, as his hands pushed Zim’s legs farther apart, so he could get in and rub against him more directly, clothed bulge against clothed bulge, agonizing and teasing. He wanted this ‘mightier-than-thou’ feeling to last.
Zim quickly reacted to the rubbing, his eyes popped open and a muffled gasp, fallowed by a moan escaped his lips. Was the human ACTUALLY doing this to him? Or was he just having some crazy dream? The sensation was starting to get to him and he grabbed a hold of the human’s hair, tugging at it roughly. His shaft was fully erected now and he was seeing that the human was ENJOYING controlling him. This was making him feel frustrated and the human was going to slow! Or at least…not hard enough…or something. He couldn’t take it anymore, two tentacles burst out of his PAK and pushed against the human’s shoulders. It tore their lips as he watched the human fly across the stall, very unkindly against the door. He watched him there, suddenly getting up and glaring at him. “That’s it human you’ve gone to far this time!” He growled in a low voice.
It was sheer euphoria, both the pleasurable sensation as he pressed and grinded against Zim, and the satisfaction of having the Irken beneath himself for once… And, of course, like all good things and opportunities in Dib’s life, it ended. He yelped as his back slammed none too nicely against the door of the stall. He coughed a bit as he gasped in the air that had been knocked out of him. Dib shook his head a bit, straightening up. He glared right back at Zim. “Pfft… Didn’t seem like you minded a minute ago, Zim…”
He walked towards the human and quickly leaned into him, devouring the earthling with his lips once more. He attacked him completely, pushing his hands onto the human’s chest. His lips worked its way around the Dib’s, taking in everything he could with a much more passionate and intense kiss this time. Trying to literally disgust him with his dominance as his hands traveled down the human’s body, lifting up his shirt to mock his actions before. He clawed at the human’s skin roughly, scratching him enough to leave marks. Making sure the human regretted he had ever tried this with him.
Dib’s eyes widened, albeit just slightly as Zim approached him. He shifted to make a move before his enemy did—but it was too late as he found himself drowning in a much more serious kiss. And oh, his stomach did lurch… But something inside him was debating whether or not it was a good or a bad one. His whole body shuddered against the claws raking against his skin, and his hands shot out to grasp at Zim’s wrists in an attempt to pull them away, his grunt muffled into their kiss.
Zim quickly pulled at the human’s hands, ripping free from his grip and grabbing not-so-kindly at his crotch. He felt the hard shaft around his palm and a smirk formed over his lips with the sudden reaction. He quickly pulled away from the human and snickered, “Well… I certainly am not the only one that’s enjoying this…” He leaned in, roughly attacking the human’s neck. His teeth piercing through the human’s skin, feeling it begin to bruise. He let his lips suckle at the skin and then flicking his tongue over the flesh, almost apologetically.
His whole body jumped at the sudden crotch-grab. “Oh, shut up! I—I know that already!” He huffed, in more of an immature pout than anything. A pout that didn’t last too long as it was cut off with a sharp cry as the very teeth he had teased at earlier seemed to come back with just as harsh revenge as Zim himself. Dib winced lightly, his hands grasping at the Irken’s shoulders this time for leverage, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.
He began rubbing over the material, pushing hard up against the human’s crotch. He licked at the skin a few more times, before moving down lower to lift up the human’s shirt. The glorious pale-human skin was before him, when he saw strange bumps on the Irken’s chest. He recognized these as nipples, having no idea why he remembered, probably from catching of a glimpse of GIR watching human mating again. He snickered, knowing this only for females. But maybe he would get a reaction out of Dib? He bent over to lightly let his tongue flick over the bump, then roughly biting onto it and pulling.
Dib bit down on his own lip lightly, hips twitching a bit against the rubbing pressure that only further hardened his arousal. He tried his damn well best to arch away from him, wishing very much too suddenly gain the power to sink right through that stall door. Yet on the other hand, he couldn’t help but react… Dib gasped sharply as those teeth tugged at his sensitive little nub, causing his body to convulse momentarily. “Nnnng—ow!” He felt disgusted and excited at the same time… But no matter what this pleasant tingle was, he didn’t like this position. Didn’t like being under control rather than in control… His grip on Zim’s shoulders intensified, trying to dig at his skin past the fabric and claw it open.
Zim snickered at the reactions, he was defiantly getting to him and this made his own arousal burn through his pants. He quickly turned to the other nipple, biting at it just as harshly, than pulling. Licking them apologetically, and then moving further down. He lick down the human’s chest as his claws scratched against the human’s skin, raking his nails as far as he can into the human. He could see the blood surfacing and this made him grin, he let his teeth roughly tare at the skin of the human’s hips, keeping his shirt up with his wrist as he continue to rake his nails against the skin. His tongue trailed all the way around the hem of the human’s pants. “Don’t resist me human…” He whispered.
His chest arched at the merciless attack on his nipples, making a choked off sound that sounded just shy of a moan. Dib shuddered deeply as both of his nubs were left with a somehow pleasant sting… And if there was any thought of this being the worst, he was dead wrong. He gritted his teeth as he felt his skin slowly tearing open, inch by tiny inch. Pain welled up, searing his nerve endings before completely just dropping into his groin. He gasped in a deeper breath, trying to regain his senses from the sudden pulsing waves of pain, and he hunched a bit, curving to try and pull himself from the Irken’s claws… Seeing as that didn’t have much success, he slid his hands down to Zim’s back, curling his nails into his skin just at the sensitive edges of his PAK, and as he went lower,
Dib dragged his own nails as hard as he could raking the skin right through the shirt. His own voice was hitched slightly. “Sc—Screw you, Zim!”
Zim gasped at the sudden pain, but this only encouraged him more. “Only if that’s what you really want…” His teeth bit into the human’s hips and growled, gnawing on the flesh. Tarring more of the skin against the bone as his fangs tore his flesh like it was nothing. Tasting the blood inside of his lips and then he brought his head down further. He snickered, looking at the shaft through the human’s pants and lightly sank his teeth around the member. This was probably going too far, but Zim thought he should teach the human a lesson for even trying to hurt him. He sunk his teeth in, just at the tip of his shaft and growling as he did so; the pressure piercing against the sensitive skin.
He clenched his eyes shut, trying not to scream at the tearing of his skin. Dib squirmed in pain, only intensifying his own wild clawing of the Irken’s back. Causing pain eased pain, right…? Nope…! Dib groaned inwardly, barely managing to still himself as he eyed Zim going lower—and he froze, eyes widening as he felt those saw-like teeth slowly press against his utmost sensitive area. “Z—Zim, DON—AH!” He let out a sharp cry, suddenly trying to pull back more than before; suddenly deeming it a good idea to make some distance between them.
Zim was pleased with the human’s scream and he began licking at the member through the clothing, dampening it with his saliva. Doing this until he was satisfied that he had hurt the human enough for the time being. He shifted back onto his feet to stare at Dib, “Now, human! Will you submit to Zim and beg for more!? Or do you want me to stop?” He shoved his hands down his pants, grabbing a hold of the human’s member and began moving tight circles around the head.
Dib’s chest heaved, body quivering madly. He raked his nails up to Zim’s shoulders with a groan, his hips slowly bucking into the other’s hand, and he swallowed thickly, eyes narrowing at the Irken. Somewhere… This felt so damn good… But his mind kept screaming at him on the inside. “Like—Like HELL I’d beg you for anything, Z-Zim!”
He straightened up looking at the human eye to eye he smirked taking the tentacle spikes briefly away from his shoulders that had held him. He then pointed them to the bone and slowly digging them into the skin. He smirked, listening to the bone crack and the squishy noises of the blood. He bit his lip, gripping the human’s shaft and began stroking it painfully slow. “I don’t know human, you might want to re-think that. It could cost you something…precious to you.” With that comment, he gave him a tight squeeze.
Dib’s eyes widened slowly as he watched the metallic tips shift their position—and he screamed out sharply as they began to burry themselves into his shoulders. He pressed himself back harder against the stall door, body tensing against the horrible TIDAL WAVE of pain. “F-FUUUUCK!! Zim—OW, DAMNIT!” His cry ended shakily at the squeeze. He clenched his eyes shut, and grit his teeth with a last little whimper.
His palm stroked the shaft firmly, but still slow and his lips brushed against Dib’s cheek. “I like how you scream, Dib-beast.” He coed, the cries of the human sending another shock of excitement and making a sensation that crawled under his skin His clawed thumb rubbed circles around the head of his shaft, his nail grazing against the sensitive skin harshly. “It would be much nicer if you were like this more often…”
Dib fought in his mind…trying to get his hands to move so he could STRANGLE the Irken or something. But the pain paralyzed him and fried all his nerve endings. His hips jerked roughly against the harsh teasing of his arousal. His heart felt like it was pounding in his head now, squinting his eyes open to stare at Zim. He tried to manage a weak growl, muttering in that stubborn tone of his. “Oh g--… Go to hell, Zim…”
He lowered himself back to the human’s arousal he unzipped the human’s pants and revealed the shaft in front of him. He purred, before flicking his tongue over the head to taste-test it first. He found that it was somewhat salty, but he didn’t burst into flames, nor did he feel a painful stinging sensation of poison. He rolled his tongue around the head, like it would a small slick rope and squeezed his tongue around it. He ignored the insult and just let his muscle work around the human’s shaft.
Dib whimpered loudly, his hips squirming around. He tried his best not to move his upper-body to avoid moving around the metal legs speared into his shoulders. He tightly shut his, clenching his fists tensely with a moan. “Ngh…! F—Fuck… fuck… fuckfuckfuck--- NNnnmph!” He panted out his little mantra again and again, trying to keep himself at least a LITTLE clear-minded… Of course, he was failing horribly.
He relaxed his jaw about to move his head down, until he heard a noise. The noise grew louder as the door creaked loudly open and he quickly moved to his feet. He took the spider-legs out of Dib’s shoulders without warning, the tentacles disappearing back quickly into his PAK. “SHIT!” He whispered harshly, hearing footsteps and he gasped, looking around. “FUCK! SHIT!” A blush formed over his cheeks as he suddenly felt the huge pit of guilt drop down into his stomach. WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST DO!? Did he REALLY just BLOW this DISGUSTING HUMAN?
There was an echo of footsteps, coming closer to the stall that Zim and Dib were in. He walked slowly, not noticing the four pairs of shuffling feet as he moved into the stall next to them. He closed it silently, unzipping his pants and getting ready to do his general business.
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