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To be Toyed With	By : SaiChan Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- I didn't know what Exhib and Voy meant when I uploaded my story. Upon looking them up, however, I realized both would be involved in this story. I tried to go in and edit it, but it won't let me change my summary. I can edit everything else, but it won't even let me type Exhib and Voy in the summary. So, I'm letting you all know now. Thank you. Hope you enjoy the story.
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A moan rang out from behind Tallest Red. The moan was not the moan of an overworked ruler. Instead, it was gasp like and choked, struggling to escape through the pants and grunts. Red gritted his teeth as he heard it, his fingers wrapped so tight around the pen in his hand that it nearly snapped. His eyes narrowed as they drifted over to his counterpart. Tallest Purple was leaning against the wall, his uniform laying next to him, leaving him in nothing at all. His light green skin was slick with sweat that rolled down his arched back in time with his gasps and whimpers of self defeat. There was a deep blush over his face, running from one side to the other dramatically. One hand was pushed into the wall, kept there for balance, as the other was dipped down to his erect cock. He gripped and pulled hard, his mind completely lost in the ecstacy of his masturbation. When he whined out that name, though, Red felt his sanity breaking in two. Twisting around, he chucked the pen into the other’s back. Purple let out a yelp, but whatever else he said was drowned out by Red’s shouting.

“ Would you knock it off, Purple!! We have an empire to build and planets to destroy! Get your head in the game, will you?!” he roared, shoulders tight with frustration. Purple peered over at him over his shoulder, his hand resting lightly on his cock, “ This is why I got you a new pet! So you would focus and stop masturbating and moaning and interrupting the planning of Impending Doom!”

“ I... okay...”

“ Then stop jerking off and get the hell over here, dammit!!” he slammed his fist down on the table with all the spread sheets laying on it. Purple stuck out his lower lip in protest, but received no pity, “ And don’t you fucking think about finishing the job! Get your clothes on and get over here!”

Though there were a lot of complaints, Purple eventually just wiped his hand on the wall and got dressed in his form shifting uniform. The harsh texture that conformed his skin decreased his sexual interest in anything, not to mention that sharp glare. Within a few moments, his boner had been diminished to a mere longing to complete the job. Instead, he sulked over to the mountain of paperwork, looking at it without interest. He poked a sheet and it fluttered off the pile and landed on the floor. Red gave him a glare of contempt. While he picked it up, his companion rubbed his forehead and began to hunt for a new pen.

“ Look, Purple, if that new toy isn’t doing it for you, just admit it. You don’t have to act all high and mighty because you picked a bad classification,” Red muttered as he located a pen under half a years worth of research on a new Massive ship. Seeing as he was already there, he started to flip through them, making notes here and there, “ Invaders... they’re not supposed to have sex anyways,”

“ Really? Why?”

“ I don’t remember... uh... makes them lazy? I don’t know,”

“ Oh... Well, no, Zim is more then enough,” Purple chimed in happily, his body trembling just at the thought of those delicate curves and wet candy center. In the back of his mind, he could hear the screams that the little Invader made when he was touched and violated. The Tallest could feel himself growing hard at the image that was crossing his mind then.

“ Then why masturbate if he’s ‘more then enough’?” Red demanded, one hand on his hip as he gave Purple a disbelieving look. He knew that previously, the other only felt the need to jerk off when his latest toy wasn’t fulfilling that sex drive of his.

There was a reason Purple always had a sex toy. It had everything to do with why there were two Tallest to begin with. They were counterparts, near opposites with similar personalities at heart. In other terms, they had the same habits, likes, dislikes, and goals in mind. However, Red was more driven to get things done, to lead and control situations. Purple, on the other hand, was more playful and concerned with social things such as sex and food. The reason for that was simple. When they were born, the children of the former Tallests, they were programed differently, so they could grow tall and so that they would be almost identical. Then, upon their ascension to the throne, the Super Computer downloaded Red’s sex drive into Purple and Purple’s responsibility into Red. Thus, there was one Tallest to rule, Red, and another to keep the other’s power in check, Purple. Although they each maintained some of their sex drives and responsibility, respectively, Red was mostly asexual but driven and Purple was unmotivated but a sex addict. Sometimes, Red thought there had been a mishap when the Super Computer was switching personality traits, but he had never mentioned anything, for fear of upsetting the system all Irken lived by.

Nevertheless, Purple had an uncontrollable sex drive and it had to be sated in order for the two of them to work together and actually get things done. Several years ago, they had begun constructing plans for universal conquest, titled Operation Impending Doom. Yet, despite Red’s continued efforts to get the plan off the ground, Purple’s lack of assistance had always brought the project to a screeching halt. In the end, Red had decided to start getting him sex toys to amuse him and get his mind temporarily off sex. The plan had worked. Impending Doom had started to become a reality. The only set back was that Purple’s appetites for around the clock sex often depleted the toys’ within a few months and a new one would have to be sought out. Now, Purple was claiming that his toy of only two weeks was enough, but was clearly unsatisfied with his services. That made Red twitch and glare as he demanded to know how he could possibly say that when it was clear he felt differently.

“ No, you don’t understand, Red.... he... he’s perfect... his body... his reactions... he gets wet on the first touch and he screams with every thrust... he orgasms repeatedly and there’s no stopping point for him... it’s all up to me. He... Zim... he’s perfect,” Purple explained, his hands shaking at the mere mention of those reactions that nearly made his eyes roll back. The look he was given was unreadable.

“ Perfect, huh?”

“ You have no idea, Red....”

“ Well I don’t care how perfect he is if he’s not giving you enough to actually focus,” Red barked, snapping Purple out of his daydream, “ Besides, that little twerp has tried to escape seventeen times, blowing holes in the walls all over the place. The guards can hear him swearing for up to two miles away. You want to keep him?”

“ Yes,”

“ Then you better get him on a tighter leash and keep him out of the damn hallways!! He stays in that bedroom and he doesn’t use those awful weapons, got it!” he snapped, jabbing the other in the chest roughly. Purple just gave him a smug smile, “ And you find some way to get your head on straight. I’m not having you fucking some little Invader whore if you aren’t even going to offer one lick of support,”

“ Don’t worry about that, Red. I found a... hee... punishment that works just fine,” the way Purple said it was suspicious, his eyes narrowing in sick pleasure. Red ignored the look. Instead, he smacked him in the chest and motioned to the door.

“ Let’s get going. We’ve got a meeting to discuss weapon prototypes in ten minutes,” he said this as he grabbed Purple’s wrist and jerked him out of the room before he tried to sneak off to get in some quality time with his memories and fantasies. Whining, he followed Red down the hall, casting a glance backwards to the stretch of doors and turns that lead to the bedroom he had locked his Invader in that morning. Vaguely, he wondered what he was up to and where his hands were. Then Red hit him in the back of the head and he turned back to what he was supposed to be doing.

His job.
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Every job came with a set of restrictions, especially in the military. There were perimeters that couldn’t be breeched and secret codes that had to be distinguished. As an Elite Invader, Zim was quite used to following those sort of requirements. Sitting in the middle of the massive bed that was Tallest Purple’s, he stared out at his new world during his secret mission. On the right wall was the single door to the bathroom with it’s giant, swimming pool sized tub full of green cleansing fluids. On the left, was the private stock of snacks and drinks. There was the reading area where he could doodle and whatnot. There was the dining room for eating. Those were the objects within the perimeter of his world. He was not allowed outside the room for the time being. He hadn’t asked why. He had accepted the command with obedience.

Over the past two weeks, since he had arrived, he had learned to speak the language of this room. He was the servant at the beck and call of his master’s appetites. Purple came to him, not the other way around. When not being violated and ravished or performing some act on that body, the Invader was left alone. He had discovered that he was supposed to ask for things like a pet, as if barking was somehow sexy. He was only allowed to talk to Purple, no one else. No meant yes and stop meant harder. His opinion was null and void. He nodded then, in that room, as he reviewed this.

To be honest, the rules weren’t much different then the ones in the military. He was still under the command of another and he was only allowed to speak when spoken to. Perhaps that was why he was so calm right then. He hadn’t been calm earlier, though, and he knew he’d made a mess of his first few days.

Not liking the cage, Zim had thrown a huge fit, screaming and shrieking and using his spider legs to attempt to escape. His punishment had ranged from threats to slaps to finally something that had gotten him to obey. Purple had withheld sex from him until he was reduced to masturbating in front of him as a way to entice him. The agony of not being touched, of being loved had seriously done a number on his mind. Of course, he should’ve known his reaction was going to be terrible.

There was a reason Invader’s sexual organs were located within them. It had nothing to do with physical injury in battle, although that was the assumed reason. However, any contact between the legs still hurt. No, that wasn’t the reason at all. It was so they were not enticed to perform sexual actions on other Irkens. As Invaders were trained from birth, they were mostly deprived of all physical pleasure even if they experienced rushes from their battles. Their bodies were forced to endure some of the worse sort of torture in the form of training. Thus, they never knew physical pleasure. When an Invader was introduced to sex, however, the reaction was severe. Zim’s muscles had never felt something so wonderful in all his years as when Purple was making him orgasm over and over again. That rocking sensation made him hot and wet just recalling the thought. His fingers shook as he tried not to give in without so much as a provocation. He couldn’t control himself, though. A rush of heat swam over his head as a finger slid over the slit down below. A tremble of a gasp leaked out, his face burning as his blood boiled.

The finger slipped inside the warm and wet entrance as his body bent double on the plush mattress. Zim’s face pushed into the sheets, his legs bent, one arm curled in front of his panting mouth. His body shuddered, but he moved both his fingers inside. There was a stiffening sensation that sent a wave of numbness over his thighs as he grew hard. That platform began to jut forward as his bare fingers scissored rapidly. Once hard, he fingered that surface as he gasped and wheezed painfully. Sweat rolled down his back, his vision growing hazy. Fluid ran over his wrist and onto the sheets. The first convulsion bent his body. There was no more thought to it anymore.

Letting out whines and groans, even a cry or two, the Invader pressed and stroked himself roughly and gently in switching patterns. There was a thrust, a swirling touch, and a coy poke mixed with strokes and scissoring. His fingers spread so that he applied some pressure to his balls. That brought a screech to the heated air as a jolt ran down one leg. Liquid pooled underneath him while his free hand flexed in longing. The walls inside him were tightening around his hand for the prolonged exposure. There was a world of pain, but he could feel that rush building. Zim choked on air he couldn’t get down as he flopped down onto his stomach, flattening his arm. Using every ounce of energy, he rolled onto his back. With spit running down his chin and vision next to blacking out, he moved his other hand to his slit. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He pushed a third finger inside, shallower then the other two. With that one, he caressed the sticky sides as his other two stroked his surface. Both feet went numb as a rush of fluid poured over his fingers and ran down his legs.

Little whimpers escaped his mouth as his eyes closed from the sheer fire of his face. His legs repeatedly bent and unbent as his back arched. Convulsions began to overtake him, sending his back into spasms as he cried out. Irken bounced from the walls as the Invader was overcome with wave after wave of pleasure. Everything was dark within his foggy mind as his senses focused entirely on his stimulated area. The fourth finger was inserted and he thrust all four down deep. The scream echoed as all that he knew was gone in an explosion of hysterical cries and uncontrollable convulsions from head to toe. Warm liquid oozed out as he was left breathless and exhausted on the wet sheets. Zim was still as he tried to gather some air before he eased his fingers from his slit. Tingling drifted over his body as he wiped his hands on the sheets.

Carefully, although there was really nothing to be careful of, he opened his pink eyes to the spinning world of Purple’s room. A slow smile formed on his face as he trembled and shook like a dying soldier on that bed. He could barely breathe, he couldn’t think at all, and his entire body was aflame with agony. Yet, he smiled for the lingering ecstacy his body was addicted to. He couldn’t help it though. There was a reason Invaders weren’t supposed to have relationships. The amount of physical pleasure compared to the usual physical pain made nearly instantaneous addicts of them. Zim was no exception.

Laying there, he stared backwards and upside down at the door he wasn’t supposed to venture past. He had orgasmed twice during his masturbation. That was sufficiently less then the first time he had experimented. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had been brought then. He knew that his addiction was becoming tolerable. He had been a sex slave for the past two weeks. He was having sex constantly. That, after all, was supposed to be the cure to the Invader’s curse. Should they become addicted, they were allowed to run the course until they were sated. He thought about the last case of that as he gingerly rolled onto his stomach, eyes remaining on the door.

He had seen Invader Hau’s case, back before he was an Elite. Hau had experimented with a fellow Irken, non-Invader, and had become the standard Invader addict. The commanders had let him continue having sex until he got it out of his system. Over the weeks, Hau had ceased to have an interest in sex regardless of the pleasure. He had been conditioned like regular Irkens. He soon found sex to be mechanical and was able to continue his training. Zim didn’t feel anything of the sort, although it had been two weeks. Hau had gone back to training after only three weeks, and he hadn’t been getting laid nearly as much as Zim was. This Invader’s body was becoming dependant on those frequent bouts of passion. His addiction was merely growing. Zim didn’t think he’d be able to live without that feeling, at this point. Whatever he was supposed to be feeling, he just wasn’t. The problem was, his orgasms were becoming less frequent, despite the addiction. He had come up with a couple of theories for this based around the physical change he had endured, but, mostly, he just kidded himself with what his commander Werr had always said.

Zim was simply messed up.

Smiling then, he sat up on the stained sheets. The numbness and tingling was beginning to fade. With it went his feeling of satisfaction. He had pleasured himself. Now it was time for the real deal. He wanted to feel those warm hands on his body, inside him, and then that thick shaft plunging deep within. Yet, that door didn’t whiz open. He hadn’t seen Purple since that morning when they had engaged in a fitful romp as always. Hours had passed. At least that’s what it felt like in the silent room. Zim actually didn’t have any way of knowing the time. As the windows were all tinted purple, he was never sure if it what time it was. He only knew he’d been there two weeks already because Purple had told him so. Even so, he felt like he had been alone far too long. He wanted to have sex with his lover.

Glaring at the door that was sealed shut, Zim’s antennae slicked back. He had never been one to deal with boundaries before. He figured he shouldn’t start now, not when he wanted something that badly. The Invader climbed off the bed then and went to the bathroom. Inside the purple and metal place was the closed off toilet, the double sink, the giant swimming pool, and a separate area for all the clothing inside the walk in closet. Uniforms were not part of the outfits hanging inside, although he had searched for one on his initial day there. Shifting through the various fluffy stuff, Zim located something lacking lace or leather or mesh.

There was a zipped up black cloth shirt with a turtle neck and no sleeves that stopped about three inches above his naval. It was semi loose, so it would do. He paired that with knee long black pants with a couple pockets and straps for decorations. They were a bit baggy, although the waist was snug. The material was unknown, but soft. Finding no shoes or gloves or anything else, Zim decided he was dressed enough as was. He strolled out of the bedroom, dressed for the first time in two weeks. The clothes felt weird, if comfortable, and he figured he could get used to them. He marched over to the door, which he’d already deduced he could not open alone, and glared at the wall next to it. His four spider legs shot out and glowed with blue light. A powerful ray then shot into the metal and cut right through it with a loud bang.

Not wasting any time, Zim hurried through the hole and darted up the hallway the way he’d seen Tallest Red heading when he’d been taken to that room. He could hear some sort of alarm blaring, probably informing the guards that there had been a break in at Purple’s bedroom. He didn’t slow down. The Invader rushed through the halls, twisting this way and that, trusting his instincts. Voices came his way and he ducked behind a portable snack machine, latching onto the back. Three guards ran by, shouting instructions. When they rounded the corner, he was back on his feet and off again. A twisted grin formed on his face simply from knowing he could outsmart the Irken security. Before he could round the next corner, however, he heard more voices. He crouched down by the wall, pressing his frame against it, as he cautiously peered around it.

The Tallest were both heading into a room right down the hall, talking about how they couldn’t believe someone had actually gotten in and hadn’t been caught yet. There were no guards around. The door was let go and closed slowly. Zim didn’t hesitate. He bolted forward, running close to the ground, in a furious sprint. Just before it snapped shut, he skipped through the crack. There was a snap and both Tallest let out exclamations of surprise.

“ Zim!” Purple shouted in his shock as Red stared. The Invader stood to his full height, saluting them out of habit, “ What are you doing out of the bedroom? Don’t you know there’s break in?”

“ No need for alarm, My Tallest. ZIM is the cause of the panic,”

“ I see... Purple, I thought I told you to keep your pets on tighter leashes,” Red snarled, crossing his arms and glaring at his counterpart. Purple just tilted his head, admiring Zim’s choice of clothing. Red rolled his eyes and rubbed his head, “ I don’t have time for this. I’m going to shut everyone up and get back to our meeting. Get him back to that room before he does anymore damage,”

With that, the door was jerked open by Red and he slammed it shut behind him. Purple drifted over and rubbed the edge of the Invader’s short shirt. He couldn’t say he was pleased that his little candy toy had enough energy to break out of the gilded cage he’d been locked in. Zim smiled smugly up at him, hands on his curved hips. He didn’t wait to be questioned on why he’d left. He saw that hand on his shirt and he grabbed the wrist it was connected to. His grip was anything but kind and gentle. Twisting the uniform protecting that skin, he raised devious eyes up to his master as he licked his lips.

Permission didn’t need to be asked for. Purple’s eyes glinted with wicked intent as he pressed on his chest to get the unseen hooks to release him from that outfit. His feet tapped onto the ground as he stripped down to the nothing he wore underneath. The armor of types clattered to the floor. Zim’s fingers dug into the flesh of his wrist, watching his body undress. Those pink orbs were so focused, it was somewhat scary. He couldn’t help it. Seeing that form naked always caught his attention so strongly, he was always amazed. His smile grew nearly painful as he saw Purple moving closer. In fact, seeing that naked cock made his knees shake. His nails broke the skin and there was a surprised laugh. That was really all it took.

The Invader pushed his groin against that semi hard cock as he jerked Purple’s hand to his mouth. He licked those fingers slowly and deliberately, his tongue wrapped around them playfully. He used both hands to hold it in place, squeezing to spread the digits so that his tongue could encircle them. Spit began to build up and drip down his knuckles, warm and sticky like the fluids deep within his slit. His young face burned as he imagined that his hand was fresh from inside. Somehow, his heart skipped a beat at the thought as he brought one of the fingers to his lips. He pushed it inside his mouth and began to suck on it, feeling it curling and uncurling. He continue to suck, blowing in intervals, as his cheek flushed red and his eyes fluttered half way shut. He smoothed his own fingers over that hand, playing in the liquid running down that green wrist. He saw those wide purple eyes watching him as he nibbled on the skin and gave his hand a version of a blow job. As he got it nice and slick, he pushed his hot groin into that hardened cock, wiggling his toes over the bare feet of his lover. A tremor ran down the spine in his hindsight, but he kept himself solely focused on the hand.

Purple’s other hand undid the buttons keeping the Invader dressed in his shorts. As soon as they were let loose, his shorts fell to the ground. He casually stepped out of them, forcing the Tallest to have to back up. His slit pressed against that erect cock and a gasp rang out from the taller. Zim bit his finger and started to suck as his tongue encircled it tightly. The hand that undressed him then thrust two fingers deep within him. A burst of fire and pain rushed out, causing him to scream and choke around the fingers within his mouth. He cried out as Purple spread his fingers their full width and twisted his hand. His walls tightened instantly as he coughed. A thin trail of sticky fluid oozed down his leg as his eyes widened to the feel of that hand molesting him. He grew harder until a finger slammed into his surface. Stars exploded in his vision and he bit down on Purple’s knuckles. A snarl rang out, blood pooling inside Zim’s mouth. He spat to the floor right before his chin was grabbed by that wet and slick hand, his own hands still on the wrist. Zim was torn closer, causing those fingers inside him to crush against the stretched and strained walls excited by the fresh touch. A scream left his throat before being drowned when his lips roughly pushed into Purple’s.

The kiss had nothing to do with chastity. Lips pushed into lips as their mouths opened and tongues twirled around the other. They drank in the tastes of sweets and snacks that they liked to share, eating off the bare stomachs of their lover. Zim’s hand moved from the wrist he had steadfastly held to the neck of the Tallest. He dug his nails in as he kissed with everything he had. He felt that tongue moving over his mouth and heat began to leak into the air. The fingers within twisted to match the kiss, causing a small convulsion to nearly bring the Invader to his knees. That sticky hand grabbed his back, holding him up as his knees buckled. There was pressure on his shaft, there was the feeling of Purple’s against his outer slit, and there was the kiss itself. All that made Zim’s body weak, so that his nails dragged down Purple’s chest. Blood blossomed in the scratch marks, thick circles of it pooling before dripping down that skin. The deep red over the light green caught the Invader’s attention as his eyes fluttered open and shut in time with the pressure of their embrace. He meant to gently move down to the cuts, to entice his lover with the feel of his wet tongue on his throat before he touched the blood, but he didn’t get the chance. As soon as he moved away from the mouth so tenderly kissing his own, Purple’s fingers spread wide and sent a tremor down his body. His knees dropped, he was caught and held steadfastly to that chest. His face was so close to those slashes that he could feel the heat of the liquid.

A flick of his tongue was what was needed. His tongue slipped over and into the semi shallow cut and that bittersweet liquid was all he could taste. Purple let out a shuddered gasp as Zim gripped his hips with both hands. The fingers deep within him began to move in time with his lapping of the blood. He swirled it in his mouth and swallowed, literally drinking his lover down. Heat was pouring over the Tallest’s body as he watched this primal show. Then, without so much as any indication as to what was coming, Zim sank his teeth into the skin over the deepest cut. A shout rang out and he felt a hand gripping his shoulder. The Invader didn’t release him. He bit harder and harder, sending a convulsion down Purple’s spine. That convulsion went straight into the hand within him and a tremor of his own rocked his body. The walls of his privates were tightening all over again, but Purple was already pulling his sticky fingers from that area. Using both hands, he pried Zim off him. Blood ran down the Invader’s flushed face. His tongue licked his lips and he jerked Purple into a deep kiss.

Both of their mouths were consumed by that metallic taste. Zim’s tongue swirled around Purple’s, coating it in it’s own blood. That idea seemed to please his Tallest, for one second they were drowning in an electrically charged kiss. The next, Zim was being slammed against the cold metal door behind them. His pak was pushed against it, and deeper into his skin. A soft cry drifted up through their meshed lips as Zim winced. His red tipped fingers gripped on the taller’s shoulders as his legs were hiked up. His body weight dropped him, but he was steadied by Purple’s strong hands on his tender ass.

His scream broke the hot silence of their kiss as Purple shoved his fully erect cock inside his slit. A spasm cracked his head back into the metal as Zim screeched and shook. He wrapped his legs around the clawed up hips of his lover for support when he slipped that much further down on that shaft. His chest felt like it was closing in, air was so difficult to gather. Though his eyes were wide open, all he could see was blinding white mixed with pounding darkness as soon as that terribly wonderful pumping began. His body shook, his back arched, and his cries echoed out in steady intervals. Zim’s back jolted him forward and he blindly groped for Purple’s shoulders before he realized he’d never let go. His forehead pressed into the shoulders he couldn’t get his fingers out of as he screamed and gasped. He couldn’t breathe, but he could shriek.

Purple pulled nearly all the way out. When he slammed himself back in, Zim’s voice was stolen. Choked pants were all that escaped his tight throat as his body was consumed with a tingling bout of spasms. He felt himself growing wetter and wetter, harder and harder still as that shaft pushed deep within and rubbed against his surface, walls, and balls. Agony swam over his pelvis, next to numbing his inner thighs. He was only vaguely aware of the smile on his lips as he tried to breathe. Everything was a wave of jolts and passion flooded with that feeling of his walls growing almost too tight on that cock. He heard a laugh from Purple. The sound was pure heaven. He coughed and sputtered when his vision began to blank. Every thought vanished behind that wall of ecstacy suddenly rushing over him. Numbness rushed from his toes to his knees and he slipped more onto that shaft, his slit spreading open more. A scream broke through his pants, his back suddenly arching and tearing his head away from that shoulder.

Lips pressed into his, pushing him back into the wall due to their pressure. A tongue danced over his own, nearly suffocating him. Zim’s eyes tried to close. They were ripped open with every pounding thrust inside, however, and he was then bathed in a variety of sights. He saw Purple’s red face kissing him, his dark eyes livid with that passion they both felt. He saw the ceiling stretched over his head in a deluded sort of way. He saw nothing at all. Gasps filled his squeezed throat, falling onto the lips of his lover. The Tallest drank them in as if he could taste the desperation and agony of the Invader. Zim couldn’t remember where his hands were and he couldn’t even feel his legs past his knees. His waist was a dull ache from the convulsions and his head was throbbing. Yet, he smiled as he felt that shaft pulling out and jerking back inside. His cry was weak, there were tears in his eyes, but he didn’t beg yet.

There is was. His scream broke loose, shrill and high, as his body was gripped by powerful convulsions when Purple struck his spot that perfect way. Liquid gushed out of him as he was filled up by his lover. Purple’s cry was softer, more of a strangled moan, but it brought Zim all over again. His head cracked into the metal, his fingers sinking into the flesh he realized he was still holding onto. Every inch was bathed in pleasure so strong, it was nothing but pain that lingered in every body part. His chest collapsed and Zim could no longer breathe. He wheezed in sharp breaths that didn’t get anything inside as the entire room spun and spun. He was only slightly aware that he was being lowered onto the ground. His feet couldn’t support his body, and he slipped onto the cold floor. He lay there, panting and groaning as he felt a hand on his inner thigh.

There was a soft kiss on his leg as he gripped the floor and choked. Everything was too hot to touch, but he knew it was merely his own body temperature. Purple laid down next to him, on his back whereas Zim was on his stomach. He was covered in sweat, his usually calm face alive with pleasure and a wicked smile. His chest was rapidly falling and rising and it took several tries for him to say anything. When he finally managed to, the words were soft. Had there been any other noise aside from their gasping, they would have gone unheard.

“ Getting... harder to bring you.... maybe I... should introduce some.. other methods... would you like that, Zim?” he questioned, turning his head towards his toy. Zim smiled into the icy floor as he attempted to speak. His voice was nearly as cold as the floor, as he couldn’t get any passion together right now.

“ Yes... I would...”

Purple gave him a smile as he said it, which was really the only answer Zim needed. Knowing he’d pleased his Tallest was enough for right now. He let out a shuddered breath as he closed his eyes. He didn’t sleep. He just relished in the lingering sensations of his sore body.
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