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Cuts and Bruises	By : Ignacia Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3572 -:- 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 3- And So It Begins

Dib slowly limped up the stairs to his room. It was late and he needed his rest. It wasn’t easy hobbling around everywhere. And the stairs were no picnic. He had asked Gaz for help, but of course, she was too busy with her video game to care about anything else.
Dib sighed in relief as he made it to the top. The hallway was dark and very quiet, and normally Dib would pay no mind to it. But something had him spooked. It was that feeling of being watched, like when he could feel Zim’s eyes on him in class. And, under normal circumstances, he would heed to his own bad feelings and investigate. But he was in neither the condition nor the mood to do so. So he went to his room and locked the door behind him.
Suddenly, there came a loud scratching at his window. He hobbled over to it and looked out, seeing nothing but darkness.
“Hmmm, must have been a cat or something,” he reasoned.
Then, out of no where, a piece of cloth was shoved into Dib’s face from behind, covering his nose and mouth. His eyes grew wide in alarm and he breathed in so he could scream. But once he did, a quick, overbearing weakness came over him. And within a few seconds he was out like a light, completely helpless.
An hour later…
Dib’s eyes opened slowly, his head hurting from the drugs he had inhaled. His vision was blurry and he could only make out a green and crimson slur of color pacing back and forth in front of him. He shut his eyes in anguish, holding his head in one hand. His skull felt like it was ready to burst, so much so, that he could not help but let a small groan escape over his lips.
The sound caught Zim’s attention. He smiled sadistically and stood up straight in front of Dib with his hands on his sides.
“Glad to see you awake Dib-Stink. This wouldn’t have been as fun if you were unconscious,” he stated evilly.
“Zim…,” Dib said, raising his voice a little. He tried to get up, but he didn’t have his balance yet. So, despite his best efforts, he sunk back down to where he was sitting.
“Get up, Dib. I want a real fight from you,” Zim commanded impatiently.
“Another fight,” Dib groaned in complaint. He really didn’t feel like fighting at this point. His wounds were still far too fresh from their last struggle. “Why couldn’t you have picked a different night to drag me out for a fight?”
“My plan must remain fresh in mind for it to work,” Zim cackled back.
At around that point, Dib’s eyes began to focus and he grew more aware of his surroundings. Obviously, Zim had taken him back to his base and they were now in a strange room that Dib had never seen before. It resembled a nightmarish version of a hospital’s operating room, a cold, metal table in the center with machines dangling from the ceiling, ready to obey any command Zim threw their way. There was a large window on one wall that peered into the hallway and a door right next to it.
“What the heck,” Dib whispered, looking around. He did not like the look of that operating table. “What is your plan, Zim,” he demanded, turning to his enemy with infuriated eyes.
“Oh you will find out soon enough,” Zim sneered maniacally. With that, he yanked his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side.
Taken aback by Zim’s outlandish actions, Dib looked upon his half naked enemy with detestation and confusion.
“Umm… Zim, what are you doing,” Dib asked, backing up a few paces.
“Few things really affect your race, Dib. Your nations can’t comprehend words and negotiations so they speak through violence. It seemed hostility was the only thing that spoke to you. But no matter what I threw at you, you just kept coming back for more! Filthy, meddlesome human!” Zim’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head on that last remark.
“But…,” Dib began.
“SILENCE!!! I knew I had to find something that had an even bigger effect on your race, and I only discovered it just recently,” he said, inching closer, “I find it humorous… your people can be emotionally and psychologically destroyed just from a forced mating! On my planet, that is called foreplay,” he said, glaring evilly at his soon to be victim.
“Forced mating… you mean,” Dib said, his voice trailing off as the thought fully sunk in.
“Time for an anal-probing,” Zim snarled with a sadistic grin on his face. As soon as the words left his mouth, he raced forward, his claw-like hands ready to snatch onto any part of Dib he could snag.
Dib let out a startled yelp as Zim began to run towards him. He turned and ran, feeling worried drops of sweat run down the sides of his face. It was like a monster movie! Only the monster was going to rape him instead of eat his flesh. He was still having a hard time understanding how none of this seemed wrong to Zim. He had trouble eating human food, but he obviously had no second thoughts about such a taboo issue as homosexual rape… let alone rape by itself.
Dib raced around the room with Zim hot on his trail. It wasn’t a large room, so the whole chase was basically a circle around the operating table.
“Zim! You can’t be serious! This is sick and wrong,” he shouted as he ran.
“Precisely why it is such an affective weapon against you,” Zim hollered back.
Dib stopped on one side of the table with Zim on the opposite side, ready to run the same way Dib went.
“But doesn’t this get to you… emotionally,” Dib asked as he panted.
“On my planet, mating is never emotional! It is pure physical attraction! We find it pointless and naïve to become sentimentally attached to a mating partner,” Zim stated, threatening to run either way around the table.
“But… that seems so… cold-blooded,” Dib said, feeling a shiver run up his spine as Zim described that.
“All for the good of our plan to take over the universe,” Zim said, suddenly running around the side to get to Dib.
Dib ran in the opposite direction to escape. But as he ran, he thought to himself. Okay… there is no point in trying to talk him out of this, so I guess I’ll just have to speak his language, he thought to himself.
Suddenly, Dib came to a screeching halt and turned around. Just as Zim was about to make contact, Dib reared back his arm and threw a punch right into Zim’s face. The force caused Zim to fly back a few feet into the wall. He shook his head a few times and spat bloody saliva on the floor.
While Zim recovered, Dib felt a rush tingle through his whole body that he had never felt before. For some reason, hitting Zim this time was much more pleasurable then any other time he had before, almost to the point of being physically satisfying.
Zim shook off the blow and shot a sick smile over at Dib. “Nice punch, Dib-Worm,” he said, removing his black leather gloves and tossing them aside with his shirt.
“Ummm, thanks,” Dib said nervously, tensing himself in case Zim made another advance. He wasn’t sure, but it looked as if Zim might have actually enjoyed that. A quick glance at Zim’s pants confirmed his suspicions.
Surprisingly, Dib didn’t find that overly disgusting. However, he did fear for his virginity once Zim started chasing him again.
Realizing he was getting no where fast, Zim extended his mechanical spider legs and swatted Dib with one of them. Dib flew into the wall with a nauseating crack sound, losing his senses for a moment. But that was all Zim needed to grab a sharp knife from a tray near the operating table. Using one swift motion, he sliced Dib’s clothes from his neck to his crotch. Luckily, no skin was broken.
Dib let out a terrified cry when the blade got way too close for comfort, but the throbbing in his cheek from Zim’s spider arm was making something else throb, a little bit farther south. What the hell is wrong with me, he thought, how could I possibly be turned on by this?!
He quickly grabbed the wrist that was holding the knife and pushed back, trying to keep the blade away from him. But blood wasn’t what was on Zim’s mind.
Zim dropped the knife to the floor and used his other hand to aim a punch into Dib’s stomach. Dib coughed violently at having the wind knocked out of him so suddenly.
“Fight back, Dib! Hit me,” Zim commanded, standing back so Dib could have a moment to recover.
Dib’s eyes shot up to Zim’s as he held his stomach. He couldn’t believe it, but Zim was actually getting off on this. He style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>wanted Dib to hit him. Apparently, attacking each other was a very effective version of foreplay to the Irkens. And strangely enough, it was having a similar effect on Dib.
Without warning, a clenched fist struck Zim across the face, sending him flying into the side of the operating table. Zim shook his head a few times to relieve his momentary dizziness. He was surprised by the sudden force in Dib. He looked up at his foe.
Dib stood there, his fists lowered to his sides, shaking in exhilaration. He wasn’t sure what this strange fight would lead to, but as long as both he and Zim were enjoying it, he really didn’t care at this point. He had never felt so physically stimulated in his life then when the raw flesh on his knuckles came in contact with any part of Zim. And being the control freak that he was, he enjoyed defending himself to try and prove something.
It didn’t take long before Zim noticed the spark in Dib’s eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly and a faint smile traced his lips. It was then he knew he had won a small victory. He had spread his enthusiasm to his enemy. It seemed this would be a little more enjoyable then he had originally thought.
“Hit me again,” he demanded.
Dib smirked at the alien’s order. If Zim wanted him, he was going to have to work for it.
“Make me,” Dib responded in a deep, sadistic tone.
Those two words sent an electric jolt of pleasure through Zim’s spine. It was so shocking, his lower back twitched slightly. He had always been a sucker for verbal teasing, which would probably explain why he liked to talk so much in these similar, non-sexual instances with Dib.
“Very well, human,” he said, enjoying this more then Dib could ever imagine.
Sorry to cut the fun short, but it will continue in the next chapter, so don’t worry! ^_^ If I had a husband (girls… wait for marriage), this is probably the kind of sex we’d be having. Although, I’m sure I’d be throwing the most punches!
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