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Tall Order	By : Marionette Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The Coming of Zim
(Okay okay. Bad pun. But I just couldn’t help myself!)
As soon as he opened the door a figure in black pushed past Dib. It slammed the door shut, whipping the boy around to press him tightly against it. Before he knew what was happening he had hot needy lips pushed against his own.
A startled yelp came out as a muffled grunt and when he tried to open his mouth to protest a thin alien tongue slithered into it. As Dib realised who it was that was molesting him his struggling grew more frantic. The grip on the back of his head and his shoulders held firm however and he did the first thing that came to mind.
Zim cried out and pulled physically away when the Dib’s teeth closed around his tongue. “You bit me!” he cries scandalised a hand clapped over his mouth.
“You were molesting me!” Dib cried back pressing against the door panting heavily. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I need your help.” Zim said quickly, his pride had mostly dissipated. A good thing too. It made this much easier.
“You’ve an odd way to request help Zim.” Dib commented dryly, trying to ignore his pounding heart. “Wait. How did you get so tall? When did you get so tall?” Zim was now a head hight shorter than Dib. He could have perfectly tucked under the human’s chin. “Where did you get those clothes?” Dib looked Zim up and down.
The alien had changed a lot since they’d last seen each other. Still green and earless, the plastic helmet wig had been replaced with a softer more realistic one cut to be feathered and short at the back with a long fringe that fell into his lensed eyes which still seemed blue unless you looked directly at them. The red eyes behind tinted the false irises a pale lavender. The Irken wore a black short sleeved trench coat over a black shirt with long black and white sleeves with his patented black leather gloves and a pair of steel capped boots.
Zim sighed, frustrated and in more ways than one. “I got tall through a serum I developed. Last night. I bought the clothes before hand so I wouldn’t be running around naked.” For a reason he didn’t want to think about Dib flushed at the image this made. “Now is your pathetic little Q n A session over because I’m a very busy Irken and I really need this seen to.”
“Pathetic? Is that really the way to talk to someone you’re asking a favour - wait. You need what seen to?” Dib eyed the other male suspiciously.
Zim sighed again and looked Dib over. Tall, less so now than before, the Dib out reached him in height even now. He wore a simple grey tee-shirt and plain jeans that were splattered with paint as was his pale skin and dark hair. The manic cowlick had finally been laid to rest and fell to frame his face. The huge circular glasses had been replaced by smaller oval shaped ones Dib could peer over to appear dramatic or sardonic. The large, expressive brown eyes that stalked Zim through his school years were narrowed in suspicion.
For what felt like the thousandth time the Irken weighed up his options and found this to be his only real choice. “The serum I used to make myself taller has had an . . . unforseen side effect.” Zim felt himself blushing.
“You screwed up.” Dib commented nodding. “Not surprising considering it’s you. And?”
The alien ignored the dig. “Well the side effect appears to be one I cannot fix on my own.”
“You’ve tried?”
The purple blush deepened. “Yes. Believe me Dib I would not be here if I did not feel I was completely out of options.” Zim hissed, angry at himself for the oversight and at Dib for merely existing.
“What’s the side effect?” the human found himself asking, curious despite himself.
Zim was unsure how the blush on his face continued to spread when his blood was so tied up elsewhere. Unable or unwilling to speak Zim merely spread wide his coat. It didn’t take long at all for Dib to see the problem.
His eyes widened comically as he gapped at the junction between the alien’s legs. “Is - is that what I think it is?” his voice cracked in a suddenly dry throat.
“What else would it be Dib-monkey?” Zim demanded hotly, covering his embarrassment with anger.
“Well what do you want me to do about it.” Dib questioned forcing his eyes away form the apparent bulge. Bright red blush filled his cheeks as his mind supplemented several answers for that question.
“I need you to help me get rid of it.” Zim said simply, trying not to think to hard about it.
“Why me?” the human looked desperately for an escape.
“You are the only being on the planet who knows my true identity and I’d rather keep it that way. Not everyone is as inept as you.” Zim retreated into the familiar safety of insults but Dib was hardly to be distracted.
“What if you’re allergic to saliva or -” the word caught in his throat. “Or other things?”
“Long ago I tested myself for allergies. I tested everything and other than meat and your horrifyingly polluted water I found nothing.” the Irken found comfort in the recital of facts and felt more in control of the situation. “Other than Poop soda but I don’t think that’s just me.”
Dib nodded absently, humming agreement while rubbing a temple. This could not be happening to him. “What if I’m allergic to you?” he put out.
The alien shook his head. “You’re not.” he said. Zim saw the human was getting more and more frazzled while he himself was calming down, mentally at least. Watching the human clutching at straws he grew confident that he could seduce the Dib if need be.
“Why don’t you just -” Dib struggled for a term. “’help’ yourself?” he concluded finally.
Zim grimaced. “After the first five times I figured that I may need outside assistance.”
Dib goggled. “Five??” he spluttered. Shaking his head he threw out his final safety line and hoped it would land on something sane and plutonic. “Why should I help you? I mean what do I get out of it?”
The question didn’t surprise Zim. Fixing a saucy smirk on his face he started to slink forward. “Oh Dib I think we both know the answer to that.”
“What do you want me to do?” Dib asked again fear apparent in his voice.
Zim pressed close to the human, tracing shaped on his chest he replied, “I need to come. I need you to help me. I don’t care how. In your mouth, in your ass, on your stomach, in your hand. In you or on you I need it.” he spoke dirtily knowing it always turned him on and hoping it had the same affect on Dib. From the man’s shuddering moan it did. He looked up at Dib keeping his head tilted down to make his eyes appear large and pleading. “Will you help me?”
Dib swallowed audibly. Zim nearly moaned at the thought of that throat working around his cock. The earthling felt as if his brain was short fusing. A sensory overload and no circuit breaker to help muffle the shock. He was unable to say no but just as unable to move forward and press his lips against the alien’s.
Either Zim saw the pleading in Dib’s eyes or he simply grew sick of waiting because it was he who closed the gap between them. Both males moaned into the kiss and Zim ground his hips against Dib’s to find the human equally aroused.
Though Dib parted his lips Zim did little more than flick his tongue around the entrance of it. With an inner smile Dib wondered if perhaps the alien feared being bitten again. Hesitantly he slid his own tongue forward.
Zim moaned as the thick human tongue caressed his mouth. It was so soft and uncertain so unlike any kiss Zim had experienced before. And while it was nice not having savage hands and mouth assaulting him during such an encounter for once his arousal ached almost painfully. He needed release.
“Bedroom.” he gasped between kisses. Dib gestured and Zim saw the door. With a smirk he exacted his revenge for the earlier bite by closing his teeth around Dib’s probing tongue, revelling in the squeaking sound he made, and using it to pull him with it towards the other room.
Dib knew he couldn’t let his brain turn back on because if he did and he realised what he was doing he would have to kill himself to stop the nightmares. So he merely followed the path his body chose and kicked the bedroom door shut behind him.
The back of Zim’s knees hit the bed and he fell onto it dragging Dib down with him. The feel of another warm strong body atop his was delightful, he’d forgotten how much he actually enjoyed closeness. Falling into the expected submissiveness of a Shorter he plucked at Dib’s clothes mewling in the back of his throat.
Dib took the hint and sat up pulling his shirt over his head. Zim drank in the sight. Muscles he hadn’t realised the bookish Dib had rippled slightly lean and firm under pale skin. Dusky nipples had hardened and begged for attention. A silver ring glistened in his belly button and a trail of dark hair trekked from it’s bottom into the Dib’s pants. Zim felt the urge to follow it with his tongue.
Dib gazed down at the Irken for a moment. Wig dishevelled, face flushed, panting with his eyes raking over Dib’s exposed torso. Never before had Dib been this turned on but something was wrong.
“Take those out.” he demanded breathlessly as he pulled off Zim’s wig releasing the twitching antenna beneath.
“What?” Zim asked distracted form his viewing. Dib lent down and licked one of his antenna making the alien cry out.
“The contacts.” Dib explained between licks. “Take them out. I want to see your eyes.”
Zim shuddered as the human mapped out his antenna with his teeth and quickly popped the lenses out, casting them aside with no regard for the delicate disguise. Dib rested his forehead against the other’s and gazed into the large ruby orbs now darkened with lust and want.
“Much better.” he breathed then set to work on the alien’s neck. He tugged at the obstructing trench coat and vaguely wondered how they would get it off around Zim’s pak.
Zim quickly answered this question by flipping a release catch hidden in the pak’s underside and dropping it on the floor. He sat up slightly to worm his way out of the coat Dib never ceasing his attentions.
A few quick tugs and a momentary brake in contact and Zim was bare chested as well. Smooth pale mint skin over Invader’s fine toned muscle. It was odd to see flesh completely unbroken by any feature but Dib liked odd. It was a nice odd.
The human fell back down to kiss, lick and nibble at the newly exposed flesh. Zim moaned and shuddered under the talented mouth and hands. Dib worked on a sharp hipbone for awhile and the alien thought his might cry with frustration.
“Dib. Now.” he panted his voice thick with lust. An evil chuckling floated up to his ears and he was aware enough to feel worried.
“Oh no Zim. I’m the one so graciously bestowing a favour here. We do this my way.” The Irken had fleeting flashes of memory about his previous sexual encounters that had begun with words so similar to those and felt real fear kindling below the desire.
Dib tugged Zim’s baggy pants off to find him bare underneath. The Irken was now completely exposed below him looking hornily vulnerable. Dib smirked and went back to the alien’s antenna. With slow deliberate movements he explored the slender appendages with delicate care.
When he felt sure they were tingling he kissed down one side of Zim’s face and back up the other. Eyelids were pecked and a quick nip where his nose would have been had he been human was placed before a breath takingly passionate kiss. Leaving tingling lips behind Dib kissed and nibbled his way down the alien’s neck.
He licked along collarbones, dipped a tongue into the hollow at the base of the neck, nibbled at quickened pulse. He kissed and licked down arms, swirled his tongue around long fingers. Chest and torso received the same slow deliberate care, as did hipbones. But when Dib got to it he moved straight past the area begging for the most attention to kiss lick and nibble long elegant thighs and calves. Ankles, feet and toes all received attention from that hot wet mouth.
Zim felt as though he was going to spontaneously combust. Everything Dib touched felt as though it were on fire. Hands delicately brushed over the places the mouth left behind so the tingling sensations didn’t stop. The Irken couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. All he could do was lay back and feel. He was sure he’d die when Dib bypassed his dick yet again to kiss his way back up.
In an attempt to get any contact at all Zim thrust up only to find the human’s body just out of reach. “Uh-uh Zim.” Dib scowled as Zim growled in frustration. “My way. You just lay back and look pretty.” Another kiss that seemed more like a command to stay was dropped and Dib moved between the alien’s thighs.
Dib smiled down at the twitching cock before delicately swiping his tongue over the top lapping up the precome leaking from it’s tip. The taste was indescribable but not unpleasant and Dib found himself enjoying it. He tortured Zim with broad swipes of his tongue causing him to let out shuddery gasps and moans. Dib laughed internally. Just because he was doing this didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Zim.
He teased the other until he was trashing wildly feeling amazed that Zim would let himself go like that. He considered waiting until the Irken begged but thought a lifetime was a long time to wait just to suck someone off. So he wrapped his lips around the very tip of Zim’s shaft and started sucking.
Zim felt very proud that he didn’t blow his load right then and there. Dib’s tongue danced along the underside of his cock as he took the Irken deeper into his mouth. Teeth scrapped lightly along it drawing a long hiss from the alien.
Dib noticed the skin on Zim’s shaft was beaded as though he had gooseflesh. The earthing shuddered pleasantly at the thought of what it would feel like buried in his ass. He moaned the vibrations drawing an echoing moan from Zim. Feeling the alien tense underneath him Dib knew he was close and sucked harder. But before the alien released a strong hand in his hair pulled Dib away.
He looked up confused. Eye locked with smouldering eyes and he was drowning in rubies. “Please Dib.” Zim’s voice was weak and fluttering. His mind’s hold slipped and slid on the earth language without the reinforcement of his pak. “Fuck me.” Dib’s eyes widened at the request and Zim knew he had the right words. “Please.”
Zim was begging him, Dib, to fuck him. Even if he had wanted to, which he didn’t, Dib couldn’t deny the request. He scrabbled to reach his bedside table and open the draw. After dropping his glasses on the tabletop he reached in and grabbed the tube of lubricant he kept there. There were condoms too but he was clean and he doubted Zim had, had sex with any earthlings, or at all, recently.
He quickly shucked his pants and boxers then spread out on top of Zim once more. Both moan that the exquisite feel of skin on skin. Dib thrust lightly loving the feel of their arousals sliding against one another.
The heat of Dib’s body was amazing against him. Zim couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a naked body pressed against his own. Idly the back of his mind wondered if he ever had. On a whim he thrust a hand into the Dib’s hair and pulled him into a kiss.
It was delicate and sweet more a thing of comfort and love than of passion. To cover up the insecurities it exposed Zim whispered hotly, “Fuck me.”
Dib nodded uncapping the lube and slicking his fingers with it’s contents. Carefully he slipped one long slim finger inside the alien. He felt the body tense at the cold invasion and didn’t move until he felt it relax again. Slowly, delicately he began thrusting the one digit. Zim started squirming, moaning and biting his lip he tried to push down on the hand. A second finger joined the first, Zim adjusted and Dib scissored them. A third was added sooner than before and as the alien writhed Dib curled his fingers experimentally, seeking a place he wasn’t sure was there.
He brushed something hidden inside of Zim and the Irken screamed his pleasure. “So that’s like your prostate huh?” Dib said in a conversational tone chuckling as Zim thrashed. “Well alright then.” He removed his fingers.
Zim panted feeling lost without the other inside him. It was quickly replaced with anticipation when he felt the slick head of Dib’s cock at his entrance. Dib was holding his hips up so he wrapped his legs around the others waist and his arms around his neck.
Zim saw the uncertainty in the human’s eyes. “Don’t be such a pussy Dib and stick it in!” he demanded but there was no bite to his words.
Dib grinned, actually laughed and with a disbelieving shake of his head eased forward. Zim’s eyes screwed shut and he bit his lip but Dib didn’t stop his forward slide. When he was fully seated in the alien he merely sat, panting.
It took all his will power not to simply buck into the tight heat around him. From his experience a stubborn boner was better gotten rid of with a good long fuck as opposed to a race to the finish. So he took a shuddering breath and eased back. When he was almost all the way out he expertly positioned himself then slammed back in. Zim’s scream told him he was right on target. Keeping up the same steady pace he set himself the goal of driving Zim crazy.
Pleasure flared up and down the Irken’s spine. His pak connecters hummed with it. Never before had he felt this. All the other times it had been about the other’s pleasure not his own. Every time Dib brushed against that spot he cried out unable to help it.
The sounds Zim were making slowly ate away Dib’s resolve and he found himself pounding into the pliant body below him. Zim tightened around him and Dib realised he was close to release. The earthling wondered what would take him over the edge short of jerking him off.
So he lent down and rumbled into the Irken’s ear spot, “Fuck I love the sound of you Zim.”
The words breath so huskily into his ear sent Zim spiralling over the edge with a force he’d never experienced before.
The pressure of Zim’s passage tightening around him, the sound of his scream, the feel of his limbs clutching desperately at his back. “Oh shit Zim.” he panted and followed the Irken in climax pressing his forehead against Zim’s.
When both their heartbeats had slowed somewhat Dib pulled out leaving Zim feeling empty. Somehow managing to disentangle himself from the alien’s limbs Dib flopped down next to him exhausted. Without thinking Zim pressed into the human’s side snuggling close.
Dib smiled and ran a hand over Zim’s antenna content to simply lay still for awhile. He knew he would have to get up and shower soon. Still covered in paint he was now sweaty and Zim’s release coated both their stomachs.
Zim sighed sleepily and struggled momentarily to identify an emotion that now sat warmly in his chest. He was amazed to discover it was happiness. He felt doubts crowding at the edge of his mind wanting to burst through his sleepy haze and rip that feeling from him but for now he pushed it aside and simply enjoyed being happy before he fell asleep in a lover’s arms. A lover who had actually cared enough to pleasure him instead of merely finding pleasure in him. Nuzzling his head under Dib’s chin he fell into the deep sleep of the well fucked.
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Aaaand there you have it. My first publicly aired sex scene. DON’T HURT ME!! *Ducks in fear of things being thrown* And yes, yes I forgot about Zim’s boots but god help me I am not rewriting this chapter!
R&R people! My miniscule self-esteem cannot survive without the opinions of others.
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