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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- 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 25: Pleasure

*I dedicate this chap to Ookami-jin for the luv given in the previous review!

*******Well, for everybody impatiently awaiting this chapter, I’m gonna stick a warning here: the luvin’ in this chapter is extremely GRAPHIC, so if you can’t handle smutty goodness, then don’t read. (if you can’t handle it, then why would you be reading my story anyway? *g*)********

The emergency broadcast started over again, and Zim purred, his eyes narrowing to slits. “Excellent…”

Dib grinned, his eyes narrowing as well. “We did it. We pulled it off.”

The Irken looked over at him, grinning sadistically. “This is only the beginning, Dib-beast…I want more…I want to crush this planet down to the very last molecule.”

Dib quirked a brow, then stretched, pursing his lips. “Hmm…to do that…I mean, the most powerful weapon available on this planet is the H-bomb…but to have access to that, we’d have to get into the Octagon, and that’s the most top-security building on the planet.”

Zim leaned forward, smiling deviously. “You say that like you doubt my abilities, human.”

Dib blinked at him, moving back nervously. “I didn’t say that…” Damn, did Zim even realize how hot he was capable of being? Dib backed up until he was pressed against the arm of the couch, biting his lip as the blood started going to a certain area of his body that he’d rather it didn’t go at this particular moment in time.

“You implied it.” Zim crept towards Dib on the couch, his eyes narrowed and shining sadistically. “Do you doubt me, Dib-human?” He grabbed Dib by the throat, squeezing a little.

Dib swallowed hard, putting a hand against Zim’s chest nervously, trying to forestall his advance. “No…of…of course not.”

“Good.” Zim lowered a hand to brace himself and wound up resting it on Dib’s crotch, quirking an antenna when he felt a firm hardness under his gloved palm. “What have you got in your pants?”

Dib gasped, his expression pained as he pushed at Zim’s arm, trying to move the Irken’s weight off of the sensitive area.

Zim scowled suspiciously. “I asked you a question.” He growled, squeezing the stiff object beneath the denim, trying to determine what it was…it felt like a weapon of some sort.

“Don’t!” Dib yelped, pushing at his arm again.

“I warned you about turning against me…” Zim shoved Dib flat onto his back and tore his pants down the seams, yanking his briefs down.

Dib scrambled back, tugging his t-shirt down in an attempt to cover his erection.

Zim growled, his antennae flattening against his skull. “What are you hiding, Dib-worm?” His spider-legs lashed out and pinned Dib’s wrists against the arm of the couch, blood sliding down Dib’s forearms where the sharp metallic tips dug into the skin. He dug the sharp spider legs in harder as he slid Dib’s t-shirt up.

Dib clenched his eyes closed, panting rapidly, biting his lip.

Zim blinked at him, his antennae pricking up. “Oh...”

Dib shuddered, pulling at the spider-leg points digging into his wrists. “Stop...Z-Zim…” He moaned, arching his back. “Let go…”

Zim’s eyes narrowed as the grin returned to his face. “What have I told you about ordering me around, human?” He grinned wider, baring his teeth.

Dib swallowed hard, looking up at him helplessly.

Zim snickered, sliding Dib’s t-shirt up further, gazing at the human’s pale skin, enjoying the way his lean stomach was clenching and quivering as he panted rapidly. He had the strangest urge…

Dib’s eyes widened when he felt Zim’s tongue slither over his stomach. “Zim, what…what are you doing!?”

Zim growled, digging the sharp points of his spider legs harder into Dib’s forearms, enjoying his hiss of discomfort and the way the blood stood out on his pale skin as it trickled down his arms. The taste of the Dib’s skin was strange...it made him salivate…

Dib moaned and pulled at the metal points holding his arms down, inadvertently arching into the Irken’s slithering tongue, uttering a shaky groan as the pleasure of the sensation started to sink into his body.

Another spider-leg slid out of Zim’s pak, tearing Dib’s t-shirt down the front and retracting again. Grinning maniacally, Zim spread the torn fabric open on Dib’s heaving chest, licking his lips.

Dib looked up at him, murmuring softly. “Wh…what are you going to do to me?”

The Invader grinned, his teeth showing, his voice a low growl. “Whatever I want to, Dib.”

The words made Dib shudder. “Are you going to…hurt me?” Why did the thought of that happening make him so horny? God, maybe he was crazy…

“Perhaps…” Zim purred, digging the metal points in harder, the blood that trailed down Dib’s arms starting to stain the couch.

Dib groaned and arched his back, his breaths hitching in his throat.

One of Zim’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the human respond to the pain, and he pinched at one of Dib’s nipples. “What are these?” Male Irkens had no such things on their chests.

Dib squirmed awkwardly, yelping when Zim twisted his nipple sharply. “Nipples! Fuck, not so hard!!” He clenched his teeth, trying to pull away from Zim’s gloved fingers.

Zim’s eyes narrowed and he scowled. “You’d better watch your tone, human. I let your impertinence slip once, I won’t do it again. DON’T order me around.”

Dib shuddered, licking his lips. “Sorry…it’s…it’s just that…they’re kinda…sensitive.”

Zim quirked an antenna, the sadistic grin returning. “Are they?” He lowered his head and slid his tongue over the little bud he’d just abused, snickering when Dib gasped and kicked sharply at the couch cushions.

The sensations were overwhelming, and Dib wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Fuck, he’d never had anyone touch him like this, guy OR girl, and he never wanted it to stop. “Zim…” Why did that name sound so right coming from his lips? After eight years of hatred, eight years of rivalry and spite, it was Zim doing this to him and he fucking LOVED it.

“What, Dib-worm?” Zim hissed, his tongue trailing across the Invader symbol tattooed on Dib’s chest and then over to the other nipple. The human tasted delicious, and the way he struggled and writhed was intoxicating. It was such a powerful rush to dominate his long-time enemy, to reduce him to this…

Dib yelped and squirmed. Okay, that side was more sensitive than the other, and if Zim kept teasing his nipples like that he was going to come unglued. He moaned, tilting his head back and pulling himself up enough to lick at one of the spider legs digging into his forearm.

Zim was surprised by the human’s wantonness, and he wasn’t exactly certain how to respond to it. He watched, intrigued, as Dib ran his tongue along the metal, arching and straining, and suddenly Zim wanted that tongue somewhere else. Yanking the spider-legs free, he growled low in his throat. “Sit up and put your hands behind your back. If you try anything, I’ll tie you down.” His eyes narrowed as he watched Dib sit up, obediently putting his hands in the small of his back, his black hair damp with sweat as he met his eyes. Zim leered, opening his uniform pants and pulling out his hard member, fisting a gloved hand in Dib’s hair and tugging his head forward.

Dib needed no encouragement as he sucked hungrily at Zim’s shaft, his hands clenching and unclenching in the small of his back as he lashed his tongue around the stiff flesh in his mouth.

Zim gasped sharply, grabbing onto Dib’s shoulder with his free hand and tossing his head back, his antennae flattened against his skull as he groaned in pleasure. The Dib was certainly talented...

As Dib sucked at the tip of the smooth member, he chanced to look up, seeing the way Zim had his head tilted back, low groans and purrs escaping his throat. The sight made his stomach clench and he slid down on Zim’s shaft again, sucking hard, his movements quickening and increasing in force. He wanted to get Zim off so much that he completely disregarded the order the Irken had given him and grabbed onto Zim’s lean hips, tugging him towards his face and groaning loudly.

Zim tensed when he felt Dib grab his hips, and he raised a fist to strike him, stalling when he heard the human’s low groans and felt the growing intensity of his movements. His fist started to quiver and then dropped, winding into Dib’s hair as he started panting hard, lost in the pleasure of Dib’s feverish attentions.

It wasn’t enough…he wanted more…Dib raised shaking fingers to the base of Zim’s organ, rubbing and probing the lips of the protective sheath with his fingertips.

Zim howled, wrenching at Dib’s hair and exploding into the human’s mouth, holding him down until he’d released all of it, his whole body tense and quivering.

Dib almost choked on Zim’s release as he felt his own seed oozing down his stomach and thighs, his whole body trembling. He’d never come so hard in his life…

When his member retracted Zim let go of Dib’s hair and collapsed into his arms, panting hard, sweat dampening his uniform shirt and making it stick to his body. When he felt something wet against his stomach, he lifted his head, frowning. “What IS that?”

Dib’s cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat. “S-same…same as what I just swallowed, but it’s mine.”

“Oh…” The Irken’s eyes narrowed, his antennae quirking in curiosity as he trailed his hand through the thick substance, rubbing it between his gloved fingers.

Both Dib and Zim turned sharply when they heard a crunching sound, and saw that GIR was sitting on the floor watching them, eating a bucket of Poop-corn.

“GIR, GIVE ME THE SURVEILLANCE DISK, NOW!!!” Zim shouted, about to get up and chase after GIR as the little robot squealed and ran out of the room, giggling madly and spilling Poop-corn everywhere as he tore off.

Zim jerked when he felt a hand on his arm, and he turned around with a scowl on his face, raising his fist. “Let go of—” He stopped when he saw the human licking his glove clean, and he blinked at him.

Dib lifted his head and grinned drowsily. “I can get it from him later, if you’d like.”

Zim opened his mouth to tell him to shut his noise hole, but then Dib started licking at his glove again and he suddenly lost the urge to do so. Zim lowered his fist as he watched, eventually sitting down again.

Reaching up, Dib ran his fingers along one of Zim’s antennae, smiling when the Irken uttered a soft sigh. Dib removed the rest of his ripped t-shirt, pouting a little. “You ruined my System of a Down shirt.”

The Irken snickered. “When we rule the planet, you can buy another one.”

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Well, hope everyone enjoyed...*snickers* I enjoyed writing it. One of these days maybe I'll get off my tired ass and put the dirty images in my head on paper as a sketch.
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