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To be Toyed With	By : SaiChan Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was a meeting with the generals of the Irken troops in twenty minutes, three staff meetings about weapons and armor after that, and then at least five hours of paperwork that had to be shifted through in order to make a dent in the stacks in the planning room. Yet, Tallest Purple was standing in his bedroom, leaning up against his doorframe. His uniform was lost somewhere in the building from various romps during the night. Instead, he stood in nothing but a purple robe and slippers. His attention was directed at the bed. Invader Zim was sprawled out on the sheets, wearing nothing at all, and his eyes were gazing up at the ceiling. His gorgeous form was shaking as he envisioned something powerful as he caressed his inner thighs. Whenever his hands came near his slit, he would quiver and moan. Yet, he did not touch himself. The amount of sexual tension building up within was making Purple hard. He saw Zim’s toes curl and heard a shaky breath that sounded like a word. Then a brief convulsion rocked that small frame as sticky liquid dripped onto the bed. When it had finished, the soldier was smiling a deviant smile as he pushed himself up. His bare legs curled underneath him as he beckoned his lover to the bed.

“ I’m wet. I’m ready,” he breathed out in a hot steamy voice that made Purple tense. The deep violet eyes scanned that gasping body with clear fluids dripping over his thighs and felt his lips curl up into a scandalous smile. The Invader watched his every move as he strolled over to the edge of the bed. Only when he got there did he let the robe drop to the floor. Purple was then naked as he slipped onto the sheets, moving until he was as close to Zim as he could get without touching him.

Warm breath fell over Purple’s throat from where the smaller boy’s mouth was positioned. Zim’s eyes looked up at him, his hands twitching with desire to touch and be touched. The Tallest felt a trickle of arrogance at that need. Playing on it, he moved back, resting his hands on the sheets behind him. He remained kneeling, however, so that his erect cock was directly in front of that creature. The pink eyes locked on it, the panting getting shallower. A tremble went down that spine before he saw the hands raising. Zim didn’t ask permission. He just smoothed one finger from the tip to the end of the shaft. A moan rang out. Purple didn’t stop him. He felt a hand grip the end of his member, squeezing slightly so as to make the Tallest’s body shiver and shake. The other hand, though, continued to feel along his shaft. This was the first time Zim had touched him, after all. He could see the lust and interest running over the young face as he stimulated Purple without even trying.

Then, the Invader began to pump. He was unsteady and slow at first, trying to find a rhythm. This was different then the way he masturbated. His small hands encircled most of the shaft before he raised them up to the tip and pushed them back down to the end. As he was new, the pressure was rough. Purple let out a cry, his spine jolting at the unpleasant motion. He hissed and went to push him away when Zim finally got a hang of it. Moving so he was straddling Purple, he switched to one hand and started pumping harder and harder. Everything changed. The Tallest let out a low moan as he felt heat building in his body. He shivered as he grabbed hold on the sheets with every ounce of his body. His pelvis rocked in time with the motion as the grip steadily got firmer around his cock. Pressure built up as pants echoed in the still air, sounding wet and dry at the same time. A flush roared to life over the Invader’s body, his antennae rising up as he found what was the best motion and grip. A choked cry left Purple’s mouth as he struggled to say something along the lines of more.

This was next to torture, seeing that small frame so thoroughly engulfed by lust and merely jerking a hand over Purple’s shaft. He saw a smile tracing those lips and he wanted to kiss him, to taste him, but he couldn’t even move. He didn’t know why the reaction was so strong. This was not the first time he’d ever been given a hand job. He couldn’t even think about it. One moment, he was gasping and staring out of flickering eyelids as his toy played with him. The next, he felt liquid on his bare thigh and he realized his groans and pants had brought the Invader. A disappointment it would’ve been had he believed it would be an end to the festivities.

Instead, as soon as he was dripping wet, Zim slid his groin down Purple’s leg, leaving a sticky trail of clear fluid. His hand remained gripping the end of the Tallest’s shaft as he lowered his head over the tip. His mouth opened wide, his shallow pants bringing breaths of hot air over the sensitive head of the cock. A tremor made Purple shake as he stared. The very action of seeing the Invader go down on him made him hot. His mind went utterly foggy when that tongue flicked out and licked the head. Wet, slick, hot, that’s what went through Purple in a convulsion of sorts. His heart thudded in his chest, sweat dripped down his back, and his muscles tightened when those pink eyes fluttered shut. A pulsation soared from the Tallest’s shaft to his neck when that mouth encircled the head. Zim’s mouth was as wet as his center and just as fiery. There was the bite of teeth, the motion of tongue, and the soft walls. Purple could only gasp a shuddered laugh as he moved his pelvis closer. He was being tasted and the implications were enough to send him over the edge.

Using his hands to steady himself, one lingering at the end of the shaft and the other poised on Purple’s thigh, Zim began to suck. His tongue wrapped around the tip, his mouth dipped down and up as the walls of his mouth contracted. He drank him down, salvia running from his mouth down his chin and down the length of the shaft. Purple stared as his chest tightened and his body came alive. The motions were slow at first, making trickles pour over his flesh. Then Zim started to rapidly suck and pump at the same time, adjusting his curves to do so. Hot breath poured over the tip as the Invader panted. Sticky liquid oozed down, some of it running over those gripped fingers. A tongue encircled the shaft and squeezed according to how fast Zim sucked and breathed. A fire roared to life in Purple and he choked, his back bending as he shook. His vision blackened around the edges as he struggled and jerked. The feeling quickly overtook every other thought. His mind was localized to where Zim was moving his mouth back. He inhaled and blew it back over the head while his hand snaked it’s way to the tip. There, his fingers smoothed over it before dropping roughly to the base and Zim sank his mouth back around the head.

There was a grinding of teeth against the surface and then Purple screamed out. His body was ravished by a wave of pleasure strong enough to instantly wipe out his mind and all other feelings. The pressure burst and he heard a coughing sound far off as he collapsed to the bed in a fit of strangled laughter. His toes were numb and he couldn’t think of anything but the tingling that poured over his body. Fighting himself, he sat up with some difficulty and looked over at where his Invader was sitting.

There was liquid all over Zim’s face and hands. His pink eyes were looking at it as it dripped onto the bed. Purple snorted into the back of his hand as he saw that he had come in the toy’s mouth. He was about to say something when Zim licked his fingers of the fluid. A jolt of fiery electricity silenced the Tallest. His lover ran his tongue over his wet fingers, his face flushing brightly. He didn’t just taste the other. He swallowed before wiping his mouth with the sheets and chewing on the end of one of his slender fingers. Looking over the sheets to the next to blank expression that had crossed Purple’s face, he smiled coyly.

“ You taste good,” he whispered in a sly tone, puckering his lips. A bubbling feeling deep within Purple tightened his stomach and caused him to swallow uncertainly. Shaking it off, he reached over and cupped Zim’s face, holding his chin. He jerked him close, so their chest touched and his groin was against that wet slit.

Their lips met in the middle, melting over one another’s with no effort. The taste was different this time, but more pleasing in a way. Purple didn’t mind. He didn’t even care. His tongue danced over the mouth that had just brought him such pleasure with a perverted joy of his own. He felt the walls he knew with new found glory and zest. Zim’s tongue circled his and brought a powerful reminder of the way it had felt around his cock to life. The Tallest smiled through the embrace as his hands caressed his lover’s ass and hips in steady intervals. Zim’s arms stayed at his sides for a moment before he slipped then up and around Purple’s head. His damp fingers rested lightly on the back of his lover’s head. Their bodies pressed together from mouth to thigh, rubbing as their heads moved and adjusted to let more tongue in and allow for air. Yet, they did not move away. Heat rushed to Zim’s cheeks and warmed Purple’s. Purple shifted his weight and moved Zim’s. They had become one, and they didn’t want to break apart. Electricity was burning their minds from their lips, erasing all other thoughts. They were then left gasping into each other’s mouths when they had tasted and touched every bit of the other with only their tongues.

Moving away only slightly, Purple rested their foreheads together. Zim stared up at him with sharp eyes that bordered on the angry. There was no anger in his face, though. He appeared to be blushing and grinning at the same time, as though he was excited and embarrassed altogether. The Tallest wasn’t sure what the expression meant, but he chuckled anyways. The chuckle bounced off Zim as if it hadn’t happened. Slowly then, Purple eased the Invader down onto the wet sheets, staying close enough to feel every breath admitted.

“ Are you still wet?” he teased, moving one hand to feel along Zim’s inner thigh. Down there, he felt sensual heat and slick skin from the candy center he loved to touch. Just as he was touching the fluids, however, his hand was grabbed and jerked back up. Zim focused his attention on the digits and his tongue licked away his own liquid in one quick motion. Then his eyes glanced sideways at the amused Tallest.

“ I’m always wet when I’m with you, My Tallest,”

The answer was said in a steamy voice that dripped with ultimate obedience. An explosion sent Purple’s mind into a whirlwind of incoherent wet dreams and thoughts, though he outwardly only smiled. Easing down the passion pumping through his body, he rubbed the tops of Zim’s curved thighs while taking in the sight before him. The Invader laid sprawled out on the sheets, his arms lazily up by his head and his legs casually spread. His form was hot to the touch and shaking from anticipation. Clear liquid coated his inner thighs from his already stimulated slit. His chest rose in steady motions, surely due to his quickened heart beat.

“ In that case, how about we play a little?” Purple cooed, moving his hands down to Zim’s ankles. There wasn’t time for an answer, not that it was needed. The Tallest pulled those curved legs up and slung the ankles over his shoulders. The slit was pulled into the perfect angle as Zim sneered and wiggled his toes from where they rested near the other’s antennae. As the slit was already wet and ready, it was slightly open. Purple shifted the Invader’s hips just for fun as he returned the sneer with a smirk of his own.

Gripping that soft skin, he turned his unconscious mind to the control of his Pak. The top compartment flicked open and a cord about two inches thick spiraled out. It was long and snakelike, with little knobs for movement located every three inches down it. The tip was softly rounded and spun at various degrees. This toy was rubbed over the tender skin of Zim’s thighs to introduce the feeling. His eyes watched it as it buzzed over his leg, his fingers clenching in what might have been fear. Nothing was said. Purple observed the initial reaction with heightened joy that he wasn’t being begged to stop. Zim, however, just breathed out a half word as he spread his legs to accept the tentacle tool being offered.

When it was pushed in, Zim moaned out in a single long sound, his eyes squeezing soft. The cold metal was a shock to his overly warm inside, making his pelvis buck. He had expected a plastic sort of feeling from the looks of it, but it was so much different. Ice made the walls inside spasm and tighten frightfully fast around it’s base. A knob pushed into his sides as he choked and shook, twisting his body. The end spun, roughly and gently at the same time. The motion wasn’t the firm pumping he was used to. Whimpering, he shifted his weight, attempting to adjust to this new sensation. The thing was cold and moving and curling and strange. Just as he was opening his mouth to ask for a different tentacle or toy to be used, Purple gave him a wicked, nearly malicious grin, holding his legs in place with a strong grip at his shins.

The tentacle suddenly expanded another inch in thickness and spun wildly, hard and painfully against Zim’s walls and balls before striking his platform. A bolt of harsh pain sent his body into a set on convulsions that rendered him screaming and shrieking as he clawed at the bed. His heart jumped into his throat, pounding uncontrollably. Heat jumped to life, warming the tool within. Spit ran down his chin as his body shook. Then the pumping began. The tool bent and twisted itself, pulling out and shoving back in as the spinning switched from a pulsing to whirling in time to the thrusts. The size of it constricted the motions so that every pull made Zim’s pelvis buck and every thrust made him cry out in slurred Irken. His blood boiled inside him as his line of sight blackened. Numbness washed over his toes, creeping up his ankles. The nails there brought back his vague realization that Purple was still in the room. His tried to see him, but all he could see was the ceiling and the sheets as his body jerked and twisted. A sticky liquid poured over his legs and ass as he grew wetter and wetter, slicking himself for the machine.

There was a hesitation then, as he groped the sheets for some sort of hold. His body quivered, his mind unable to process much of anything. Purple’s grip loosen, something was said, but Zim couldn’t make it out. His body just shook from the orgasm while he desperately tried to breathe or think or anything. His body was shifted, moved forward as the Tallest drew up on his knees. Zim coughed, his thighs tight around the thick cord. He thought Purple was going to remove the tentacle and enter him. That was why he smiled, anyways, through the searing pain littered with bouts of remaining pleasure.

The tip of the tentacle broke in half, stretching his insides to unheard of portions. Zim’s head slammed back into the sheets as he howled and thrashed. His hips were held in place. Prevented from convulsions, he just shrieked and tore through the sheets around him. Every inch of his lower half roared with agony from the size of the tip deep within. His walls spasmed wildly around it. Then it contracted again, leaving him gasping as tears began to roll down his cheeks. Sensual laughter pooled in the air above him, lost in the bleak darkness of his mind. The touch at his legs was stroking kindness, but he never thought about it. He felt his eyes opening as numbness shot from his ankles to his knees while his back bent and he shuddered evenly from head to toes.

Inch thick mini tentacles had sprouted from the head of the tool. They ran like fingers over his platform and balls, caressing them in steadily rougher motions of scissoring and twirling. As they did, the thicker portion moved in and out, pumping quicker and quicker. The double motions of regular intercourse and a hand job made Zim’s mind a tangled web of physical reactions. His body bent and twisted violently and wildly as his stomach clenched and his hands tingled. Liquid oozed out of him, trailing from his slit to the bed. His chest dropped and rose in frantic motions, his eyes squeezed shut, and every muscle came alive to all of this. Yet, nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming sensation it brought. Ecstasy soared to life, burning his every slick inch with fiery desire. Bursts of flames exploded deep within his skull, engulfing him in a glowing joy that made screams and shrieks echo in the suddenly dead quiet room around him. The amount of rocking pleasure was equal, no greater, then the first evening he had ever been touched. Pressure build and burst interchangeably within seconds of each other. Air became something too difficult to grasp. He was left choking on spit that ran down his throat as he lost all conscious control of his body.

Within moments, Zim was sputtering for assistance, for mercy, for anything as he lost feeling in almost every part of his inflamed body. Only then did the tentacle contract and slowly ease out of his dripping wet inside. Liquid dripped from it as his lower half was lowered onto the bed. He just sucked in deep mouthfuls of air, unable to stop shaking. A hand cupped his chin, moving his head up. Above him hovered two lovely violet eyes, lidded and pleased, before a small kiss was laid on his forehead. He attempted to say something, but only a murmur left his lips. Around him, the world was fading out and he was only barely aware that he was blacking out from the exhaustion.

The Tallest watched as Zim’s eyes fluttered close as he slipped away from the sheer amount of energy his small frame had just used up. Instead of feeling disappointed, Purple could honestly say he was elated. Wiping away his own fluids on the sheets from the throbbing erection he’d received from that show, he looked down at the trembling body of the Invader. He moved his hands to rest on those hips like they had been before. He felt along the tender and smooth skin there. While he did, a smile began to snake it’s way over his face.

Never before had a toy of his had such a positive reaction to his tentacle toy. Most of them just complained about it or couldn’t take the pressure. None of them had ever orgasmed to it’s rough nature and his desire to use all of it’s features in one single session. Zim, however, had come repeatedly until he had nearly suffocated himself from the orgasms and had to be released from it’s grip. He had blacked out from just one session. Seeing that body thrash around had instantly gotten Purple hard and erect. The throbbing erection had prompted him to grip the base of his shaft for some quick masturbation as he watched his lover squirm. Those screams and then the choked gasping had done the rest of the work for him. Wave after wave of pleasure had just soared to life within in, capturing his mind in a burning mess of nothing. By the time Zim was begging for mercy, he had come all over his hands without even one pump of his own. Many years had passed since he had experienced a true bout of voyeurism such as that. Thus, he couldn’t say he was disappointed.

This Invader had brought to life a side of Purple he had long thought had disappeared after Red’s sex drive had been downloaded into him. At the time, the two of them had been engaged in a bit of a shameless relationship. They had sex night and day, experimenting with every toy and method they could wrap their minds around. All that had come to an end, of course, when Purple had been given both sex drives to ‘stabilize’ their partnership. With Red barely desiring intimacy of any kind, Purple had taken his overwhelming pleasures to foreign beds often supplied by the other. However, much of his actual joy had vanished, for he could never find someone willing to give him everything he wanted. He could never find someone who was as interested in sex and basically anything physical like he was. Red often said he was a sex addict. This was true. Whether he was addicted to the sex or the idea of what it could be, though, had always been the debate to Purple. Now, sitting next to the thoroughly ravished body of Irken Elite Invader Zim, he smiled softly and kindly.

The tiny Irken, the creature whom really only stood as tall as his knees, had made Purple come without ever having to touch him. The escape artist with spider legs and a trigger happy compulsion for battle had brought to life Purple’s most deviant side. That made him smile. He wasn’t smiling because of his rediscovered sexual desires and their implications, though. He was smiling because, for the first time since he became one of the Tallest, he felt complete.

He had been born to be completed by Red, so that they could be two halves of one whole, like all the Tallest. Then the Super Computer had gone and changed those halves so they matched better. In doing so, it had broken their sacred bond and left Purple empty inside. Red didn’t feel the same. He had none of their social needs and wants. Purple had both. He had been plagued by a lingering empty space inside that no one had ever filled before. Now, he felt it filling again. If his thoughts were correct, he might of found someone with the ability to give him what Red had all those years ago. That completed him, feeling that way.

For that reason alone, Purple stayed in that steamy bedroom. He had never stayed with a toy after he was satisfied. He did then. He wanted to see what Zim was like other then when he was being ridden, bucking and screeching accordingly. So, he stayed, keeping his eyes on the lines and curves to the body that made him hot with excitement just from it’s appearance.

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Within the hour, Zim was awake. His body shivered and he let out a low moan as his eyes fluttered open. There was lingering pain in his voice, clearly from the tentacle having thrashed his tender insides as it had. Hearing that agony made Purple smile. He sat at the edge of the bed, his legs tucked up underneath him, watching as that slender form shifted. Pink appeared under green eyelids and then the Invader was sitting up in a disconnected manner. For a moment, Zim didn't appear to notice that his Tallest was still in the room. He merely yawned into the back of his hand and wiggled his toes as if checking for feeling. It was then that he spied the taller figure sprawled out on the sheets in front of him. His antennae shot up straight, his eyes opening to their full size, if not a bit more.

" My Tallest!" he snapped, saluting him with the sort of obedience he had been taught. Purple snickered at the display. He thought it was cute in a helpless sort of way, but he didn't mention it at the time, " What are you doing here, Sir?"

" I was just wondering what you looked like when you slept, is all, Zim," Purple calmly stated as he uncurled his body. He saw Zim get a confused look on his otherwise expressionless face. He ignored it. He just slipped off the sheets and strolled over to the side of the bed that was closest to the soldier. He was watched as he moved, although those eyes were nowhere near his face. There was a smile playing on his lips, but he held out his hand instead of jumping that Irken. His hand became the object of Zim's focus, " Take my hand, Zim,"

The Invader drew closer to the outstretched digits. He gripped Purple's wrist, running his smooth fingers over the skin with tender care. There was a flick of wet heat and then Zim's tongue was twisted around the Tallest's finger. Zim lowered his mouth over this captured finger, his mouth hot, hot, hot, and just as wet. Spit acted as a lubricant as his teeth glided over the flesh. He began to suck, his hands tightening on Purple's wrist so he couldn't move away. He didn't dare. His face flushed as he saw a rouge tinge appear over those light green cheeks that puffed with warm, sticky air that washed over his knuckles. Liquid oozed down his forearm, dripping onto the bed. A small gasp echoed out from Zim, one hand squeezing so Purple was forced to spread his fingers out. That mouth closed over the second one, his tongue intertwining both. Zim's lips moved over the slick skin with ease, his fetish making his body start to quake. A moan whispered it's way through the air.

Slowly, Zim pulled Purple's hand from his mouth. Unrelenting his grip, he pushed that wet hand to his own throat. He dragged the fingers over his racing chest, over his slender belly, and down the inner side of one thigh. Heat spilled over Purple's knuckles as his hand was put within inches of the stimulated slit between his toy's legs. A honey slow smile poured over the Tallest's face when his hand was turned over, so that his palm was facing up at them. The Invader giggled in a hysterical manner that boasted his inner mindset, but Purple didn't notice much. His attention was localized in the two fingers that dripped with spit as those succulent legs spread a bit wider.

A strangled cry echoed in the still, heavy air of the dim room as Zim pushed those two fingers into his slit. Fluid pooled over Purple's palm, making it's way over his wrist and onto the stained sheets below. His cock was hardening as he felt those tight walls pulsing around his hand. Pants began to drip into the air at the same excited pace of the liquids coming from that hot slit. The Tallest's heart pounded, his breath catching in his throat, as Zim inserted his own two fingers over his lover's. Zim's fingers bent around Purple's, curling them within him and bringing a cry to life. His body shook, his toes curled, and the blush over his face intensified. Using his own fingers as guides, Zim began to scissor Purple's. The fingers slid over his balls, his platform, and his walls in rapid motions. Every flicker was vocalized in pants and cries that ranged from the lowest to the loudest possible. The throbbing erection between Purple's legs made his body tighten. He ran his free hand over the shaft just as he saw two pink eyes glimmer with wicked intent.

" No. Allow me,"

The voice that spoke was seductive as it was delirious. A tremor soared down Purple's spine just from that. Then he felt a wave of electricity as his cock was gripped by Zim. The hand was at the base of his shaft and the grip was anything but playful. The pain coursed through Purple in the form of a back bending jolt of heat. His eyes began to roll back. His hand was assaulted by the sweet, wet center of his lover as his cock began to be pounded by the dry and unkind hand of said lover. Zim drew closer to perform both tasks. His hot breath spilled over Purple's stomach, creating a fiery atmosphere that threatened to overflow Purple's very being. Every scissor within that tight slit was punctured by a hand jerking up or down his shaft as a gasp or cry slammed into his stomach. His purple eyes rolled into his skull as his body quivered in pleasing harassment. A whimper trickled over his chest, a cheek pressing into his belly. The moans were alive within Zim, echoing in Purple’s ears as lips moved against his slick skin.

Two fingers slid over the tip of his member as his fingers were pressed against the hard platform deep within the quivering Invader. A jolt of heated pleasure roared to life as Zim caressed his head without concern to the pressure he was creating. There was the smallest gasp over the Tallest's stomach that mimicked the pain he felt from that touch. Then he felt the walls pulsing about his fingers as Zim's hand shoved his own that much deeper into his candy center. Purple's pants choked out as his body twisted, his free hand reaching for something and finding itself gripping the bedsheets. His muscles tightened as Zim smoothed his fingers alone down his shaft before encircling it with his trembling hand. A cry poured over Purple's flesh, those tender lips pressing harder into his skin as his fingers touched the surface of the platform within. The scissoring grew faster, quicker, as the pumping became rougher, harder. The groans and pants caught over and over again, air beginning to grow rare and difficult to inhale. The liquid fire of their bodies created a burning air that hung in heavy bouts around their bodies. Sweat dripped down Purple's back as Zim's face connected with his chest. The scream he let out was animalistic, primal, and deep.

A burst of fluid over Purple’s wrist allowed the two hands to slip up to their wrists inside that stretched slit. Zim’s screech of acceptance was directly into Purple’s chest as he jerked his head up. His grip was unbearable around the sensitive tip of the stiff cock his hand was wrapped around. The pressure building within Purple peaked. Unimaginable pleasure slammed into his body, wiping away every thought other then the way his body was tossed into the throes of convulsions. As sight then returned to his eyes, he saw that Zim was panting over his chest. His tiny frame was shaking violently, but there was a smile on his lips. He eased the sticky sets of fingers from his candy center. Rather then releasing that hand, however, he raised it back to his mouth.

The fingers were pushed into his mouths as his lips parted in a perfect ‘O’ shape. His uneven breath danced over the coated fingers as his tongue wrapped around them in varying pressures. His sticky hands held onto that wrist as he began to suck away the fluids. Purple panted in joy, his face flushed, as he saw that creature swallow loudly. Only then were the fingers pulled out with a small pop. Zim’s snakelike tongue flicked out one last time, running along the knuckles. Then he licked his lips and smiled deviously over at the Tallest whom he had just ravished in the most interesting of manners.

“ Did I. . . take your hand. . . correctly, Sir?”

There was that touch of sarcasm that Purple had noted when he first heard this Invader speak. At the time, he hadn’t really thought much about it other then it sounded ingrained. Now, he could merely smile and find himself perplexed in an intimate way. Never before had such a simple request been taken so sexually. Somehow, he was sure that wasn’t because Zim was trained enough yet to know that his Tallest constantly wanted to have sex. He was quite positive this little Invader was just quirky enough to want to play around as he had. Clever, as Red or someone like commander Werr, would say. Whatever it was called, it was causing Purple to smile in a manner that he found just as strange. There was true humor in his smile. Something about that sarcastic tone made him want to laugh. Perhaps, then, he wasn’t perplexed about Zim at all. Perhaps, he was just perplexed about how he made him feel.

“ You do everything correctly, Zim,” he answered in a low tone, reaching forward and cupping his chin with his wet hand. The smile there only grew to a twisted proportion as the Invader smoothed both his hands over Purple’s exposed thigh. The touch was rough as it was gentle, moving in quick motions for the fluids still covering his delicate digits.

“ You will stay with Zim, then?” he asked in a tone that suggested this was only a request because the lover he spoke to was his Superior. That alone caused Purple’s heart to skip a beat. There was a pulse between his legs, a fire brewing deep within that longed to escape. The pink eyes resting on his blank face were swirled with emotions he didn’t understand. Pronounced in the position of those hands at his inner thigh, however, was lust and lasting desire. The flames that licked their way over the Tallest’s body echoed the words that fell from his lips next.

“ I will stay with Zim,”

As he said it, Purple saw those eyes light up with a mischief he couldn’t help but find intoxicating. Carefully, if only because he was beginning to shake badly, he leaned down to where he held that young soldier’s head in place. Their lips pressed together without much hesitation, if any. A small whimper flooded into the air, but whose it was, neither knew. All Purple knew, in fact, was the taste that flooded his senses the moment that devilishly hot mouth opened to let him in. There was a bittersweet taste that he recognized as their own fluids. Beyond that was the sweet candy cake sensation of the junk food his lover loved to indulge in. He relished in that as his tongue twisted itself about that of the Invader. His fingers pushed deep into the jaw of Zim, making him wither innocently. His semi wet hands pushed up Purple’s waist to his chest, where the nails dug into his flesh. The Tallest didn’t flinch. He was much too engrossed in that wet taste to notice. He just pressed his mouth harder over Zim’s, drinking him down as he was filled with fire and brimstone.

Their bodies fell into one as Zim pulled himself backwards. Purple followed the motion, laying the creature out on the sheets about them. The hands at his chest ran up his slick skin until they were over his shoulders and grabbing at the air behind his head. Two curved legs encircled his waist, preventing him from trying to move away. Purple didn’t. He slammed his groin against the other’s. Zim’s slit was hot, wet, and dripping with the fluids that this embrace was bringing to life. Purple himself was growing harder as the heat in the air grew to liquid metal levels. Breath rang out, someone groaned, and then Purple’s mouth was at the Invader’s throat. Every pant made the muscles there move and shift beneath the hard kisses being laid. Zim’s body convulsed, bucking his pelvis to the erect shaft just above it.

When Purple reached the collarbone of his lover, he was lost in a flurry of Irken whispers that were choked out of the creature below him. The words floated into the air, all swearwords of ecstasy. A coy smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he heard the warrior talk Zim must have used a lot during training. Hands grabbed his shoulders, plunging nails deep within. The Tallest found his head swimming as he felt blood oozing out through the deep holes being created. He ignored it as his teeth encircled the bone there. Zim’s back bent, thrusting their bodies harder together. Purple’s shaft rubbed against the front of that slit. An explosion of fire roared to life in his body as he felt the tip against the slick, burning lips of that candy center he so enjoyed. His own pants danced over the broken skin beneath his mouth, falling in quick succession. Zim’s body shook, his thighs pulsed against the taller’s waist, and then his words became slurred and incoherent. The sensation of Purple’s shaft was becoming too much for the soldier. As Purple’s tongue flicked over the cuts in that bone, the nails jolted into his skin another couple centimeters. His body pushed forward and Zim cried out in an audible command that meant nothing and everything.

Fluid suddenly slicked the lips of the slit. The friction was gone as those thighs gripped Purple’s waist with new conviction. There was a tremor that continued to pour over Zim’s body as he ripped his bloodied hands from Purple’s arms. His fingers grabbed at the sheets, forcing his chest into his lover’s face. Purple gasped out as he felt the Invader rocking his body by pulling his groin forward and back. His shaft slid over the slit, but never entered it. The sensation was unreal in all the ways the Tallest could never understand. He pushed and pressed against that soft area, dripping with the fluids that leaked out, but he never once pushed between the open and ready lips. He didn't need to. The pressure from the simple action of rubbing against that burning hot location was all he needed to feel wave after wave of pulsing pleasure. His toes curled as he was gripped and thrust over that slit. His pants slammed into the chest he was burying his face into as his hands wrapped around the waist of the soldier currently molesting him. He thrust his shaft forward, over the wet and slick surface of the lips of that slit. He felt his cock on the now wet stomach of his lover, being squeezed by those curvy legs that were digging into his waist. As he thrust and Zim rocked, their groins slipped over one another's without friction but nothing less then painful. The only semi slick sides of those thighs held their position in place as they squeezed, acting as walls that tightened and released according to the amount of thrust and pressure applied. The lips opened wider as the stimulation increased. As they opened, he heard Zim gasping in steady intervals, his body desperate for the penetration. Purple never entered. He just pressed his lips into that chest, feeling the racing heart beat down below. His nails cut the skin, hot red liquid blossoming over his knuckles as he gasped and smiled into Zim’s chest. The pace quickened, matching the gasping, panting, and beating. The pressure was peaking, he knew, as he squeezed his eyes shut. A loud declaration he didn’t know rang out as he felt a new flow of fluid pouring from that slit.

The convulsion that rocked Zim’s small frame was enough to send Purple over the edge. He felt that body bend till it broke, felt that burning slit against the base of his shaft, right near his balls, and his mind was a fresh white blank. A scream broke through his senses, the sound of his lover gripped by a pleasure so strong it was next to painful. Then he was lost in his own of the same kind.

When he slowly opened his eyes once his head cleared, he found himself staring into the light green skin of his toy’s neck. The bitten collarbone was near his cheek, blood still trickling down in a small stream. His nails tingled with painful warmth, but his feet were utterly numb from ankle to toes. A small smile then leaked onto his face as he pushed himself up. His pelvis pushed into the wet surface between Zim’s legs. There was a moan below him, which was where he dropped his heavy lidded purple eyes.

The flushed and thrilled face of his Invader greeted him. Seeing it, Purple leaned down and laid a chastely unchaste kiss upon those lips. His tongue pushed into that mouth as he ran a hand over the chest he had been kissing before. Zim just lay there, closing his eyes so he was completely lost to the embrace. The heat from their union remained fresh and untainted in the air, pressing down upon them. This heat was what made Purple run his fingers from that chest to the swell of the other’s hips. He gripped the quivering flesh there as he slowly drew away. His mouth hovered only centimeters above that of Zim’s. Two pink eyes opened only half way to look up at him in dazed glory.

There were no words for what Purple thought he ought to say. His eyes frantically moved over that gorgeous face that was staring at him at the same time it was looking through him. For a minute, he was unsure whom he was looking at. Surely, this couldn’t be the reluctant Invader he had brought to bed that first night just over two weeks ago. Yet, he knew it was. Upon that notion, then, he wasn’t sure what there was to say. Never before had he met with a toy not only so willing to bend to his will but who experienced the same sort of pleasures he did. Just a kiss, not a particularly innocent one, but a kiss nevertheless, had gotten both of them hard and wet and ready. There was something about that amount of sexual charge that made Purple want to say something. What it was he wanted to say, though, alluded him.

Instead, he just kissed Zim again. He couldn’t say he understood just how this Invader made him feel or even what being with Zim was doing to him. However, he understood that sort of pleasure between the two. Regardless of what was brewing deep within, whether it be positive or negative, Purple knew he enjoyed the company of this soldier. He wanted more, more of everything, from that sarcastic voice to that irresistible body. He wanted a lot more. Judging from Zim’s previous attitude, all he needed was to ask for it. That was quite alright with Purple then, as he prepared to spend his first day ever with one of his toys.
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