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Chapter 38: Watch The World Die

********This chapter is named after a picture by Bonnieslashfiend, “Watch the World Die.” GO LOOK AT IT!!! HERE! http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11653934/ It’s one of the most amazing and totally inspiring Invader Zim pieces I’ve seen to date. This chapter is dedicated to Bonnieslashfiend and is a tribute to her artwork and her artistic talent. Please go see her stuffs!!********

As Zim finished up the repairs on his pak, Dib uploaded the data from the canister onto Zim’s computer, filing through what would be needed and what would not. There were several blocks of information that surprised him, some less so.

Shortly after uploading the data, Dib heard a familiar clicking noise, and he grinned.

“Glad to have your extra legs back, huh?”

Zim laughed. “I’m just testing them to make sure the repairs are done.”

“Sure…” Dib chuckled, turning and leaning against the edge of the table as he watched Zim test the various functions of the pak, from blasting a hole in the wall to forming a protective bubble around himself. After about half an hour, Zim retracted the spider-legs into the pak and sat down, cracking open an Irken soda and taking a sip.

“Thank Irk that’s done with.” He sighed, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. “I feel so much better now…”

“I can tell.”

Zim opened his eyes and flashed Dib a wicked grin. “So, what information have you retrieved for me, human?”

Dib pressed a few of the computer’s buttons, bringing up the data on the main computer screen. “Well, so far, I’ve downloaded the locations of about fifty nukes that are in storage. The codes and the launch sequences were all stored in the Octagon’s archives, so…basically…”

“The weapons are already in our hands.”

Dib nodded, grinning.

“Excellent.” Zim purred, his eyes narrowing deviously.

Dib pursed his lips, looking at the world map on the far wall, walking over to it. “Why don’t we test one of them out?” He looked over his shoulder at Zim, grinning. “C’mon, pick a place in the world. Close your eyes and pick…and then we’ll blow it up.”

“Oooohhh…” Zim purred, his spider-legs extending as he came up behind Dib, tapping his chin before closing his eyes and extending one of the spider-legs, the point landing just off the western shore of Italy.

“Cool.” Dib grinned, walking over to the control panel of Zim’s computer and hooking up his laptop, entering into the guidance system and filtering through the barriers, plotting out the co-ordinates.

Zim came up behind him and watched, his eyes narrowed in sadistic glee.

Dib entered the final code and approved the launch, then cracked his knuckles and turned on the TV to a major news channel. “And now, we wait.” He grinned. “Y’know, I never thought I’d see the day when I’d get such sick pleasure out of annihilating over fifty million people.”

Zim snickered, pressing up against Dib from behind and hissing into his ear. “I get almost as much pleasure from watching you do it.”

Dib grinned deviously, a chill running down his spine as Zim breathed into his ear. “Yeah?” He pressed back against Zim a little more, reaching back and sliding a hand down Zim’s thigh. “What else do you get pleasure out of?” Whoa, whoa, since when was he that smooth? He grinned. He was starting to like this side of himself.

The question made the Irken grin, and he grabbed the hand Dib was running down his leg and put it against his crotch. “What do you think, human?”

“Uhh…wearing weird uniform pants around the base for no apparent reason?” Dib snickered.

Zim snorted. “You’re a fine one to talk with that strange hairstyle you didn’t grow out of until last year.”

Dib chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. And you with that stupid Elvis hairdo when you came to Earth…”

“And you with that same t-shirt every single day.” Zim’s eyes narrowed, although he was still grinning.

“And you with your green skin and no ears.” Dib turned around and leaned back against the table, facing Zim now, getting a kick out of razzing him and not having him freak out for once.

“And you with your disgustingly gargantuan head…” Zim grinned, his teeth showing now.

Dib pouted. “Hey, be fair! I’ve grown into it.”

Zim and Dib looked at each other in silence for almost a minute before they both started howling with laughter.

GIR came bursting into the room. “What’s so funny? Cartoons?”

Still laughing, neither the Irken nor the human noticed the little robot’s presence. GIR went up to the TV, saw that the news was on, and changed the channel.

“GIR!” Zim barked, having to catch his breath before speaking again. “Don’t change the channel without permission!”

“But I wanna watch Fun with Dirt!”

Zim rolled his eyes. “GIR, we’re waiting for a very important—” he was cut off when Dib tugged him back, wrapping his arms around Zim’s waist from behind.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. With something as big as a nuke landing in Italy, they’ll probably pre-empt the broadcast on every single channel.”

Zim snorted. “That’s not the point. I can’t just let him-mm-mmmm…” Zim purred, his eyes drifting closed as Dib started sucking on the end of one of his antennae, one hand sliding down the front of his uniform pants and the other up to stroke his chest. “Curse you, human…” he groaned softly, leaning back.

“You just won’t admit that you like it when I do this.” Dib chuckled, spreading two fingers over the lips of Zim’s sheath and licking the back of his neck.

Zim shuddered, scowling when GIR turned and looked at them. “GIR, go watch TV upstairs. GO!!” He pointed irritably, shaking his head as the little robot pouted and left the room. Zim switched the channel back to news and tossed the remote aside, then relaxed into Dib’s attentions again. He gasped when the human dipped his fingers inside the sheath as he’d done once before, rubbing the tip of his member which was already stiffening and starting to slide out. “Dib…” he panted, his antennae flat against his skull as he pulled away. “T-take the rest of the bandages off. They’re irritating.”

Dib nodded, pulling Zim close again and kissing his forehead as he unraveled the bandages. As soon as the last bandage was removed, Dib reached out again and was shocked when Zim lifted him up and then shoved him down onto the table on his back and yanked his shirt off, holding his wrists down and grinning.

“I don’t know how you do it, human…” Zim breathed, sweat dotting his brow, his member sticking out from the open fly of his uniform pants and pressing against Dib’s groin.

Dib took a deep breath, pulling against Zim’s grip in token resistance. “Do what?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “You make me want to breed. I’m not supposed to have those urges.”

Dib blinked at him in surprise. “Really?” He swallowed hard, blushing a little. “What urges are you supposed to have?”

Zim grinned. “The urge to kill…to command and conquer…and the desire to obey my Tallest. That is what I was born for.”

“So…so why aren’t you supposed to have those…other urges?” Dib licked his lips.

“Because they’re distracting…” Zim purred, licking the sweat from Dib’s temple, rubbing his member against Dib’s bare stomach. “They distract an Invader from his or her mission…besides, we have breeding males and females back on Irk to keep the smeeteries full.”

“So you don’t just have sex for pleasure, then?” Dib turned his head and nuzzled the curve of Zim’s shoulder, his hands still restrained by the Irken’s grip.

“Well…” Zim paused to consider this. “I suppose that limiting sex to being performed by the breeders would in and of itself indicate that it is pleasurable enough to become distracting to Irkens of the other classes…” Zim looked down at Dib, his antennae twitching. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never indulged in sexual intercourse.”

“Me neither.” Dib sighed. “Do you want to?”

Zim laughed.

Dib blinked at him, his cheeks flushing as he squirmed awkwardly.

Zim blinked at Dib for a moment before his eyes widened. “You actually want that? With me?”

Dib grinned. “Since when did what I want matter? I thought Invaders just took what they wanted.”

Zim stuttered, releasing Dib’s wrists, sitting up and fiddling with his gloves. “Well, in most things, yes…but…that…well, since we’re not really supposed to be interested in that anyway—” he was cut off when Dib tugged him down again.

“Take what you want, Zim.” Dib grinned, speaking again before Zim could open his mouth. “And yeah, I just gave you an order. What’re you gonna do about it?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he hissed, his antennae flattening against his skull as all four of his spider-legs lashed out from his pak and slammed down on the table, one on either side of both of Dib’s wrists, pinning them there.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, human.” Zim grinned, unbuttoning the fly of Dib’s jeans and spreading it open, pressing down hard on Dib’s stomach, grinning when he tensed and grunted in pain. “Does it still hurt?”

Dib growled. “You kicked the shit out of me twelve hours ago, of course it still hurts.”

Zim just chuckled and shook his head, tugging Dib’s pants down and off, tossing them aside. He ran a gloved hand up Dib’s shaft, rubbing the end of it between his fingers. “What’s this little bulby thing at the top for, anyway?”

Dib gasped and pulled at the spider-legs holding him down. “Gngnnghh…fuck, I don’t know…ahh…” He arched into the stroking hand, his body tense and quivering.

Zim watched the human’s responses, studying them as if he were researching one of his live specimens…only this one, he was going to keep alive. He removed his gloves, setting them aside and running his bare hands down Dib’s sides, captivated by the smooth feel of the warm skin beneath his palms. The sensation was quite appealing…

Dib moaned softly, shivering as the Irken ran his hands over his skin, his rapid breaths slowing and leveling out until he lay flat on the table, uttering soft sighs and purrs of pleasure as Zim caressed his body.

As Zim’s hands traveled lower, the Irken noted the transition from smooth skin to the patch of coarse hair below Dib’s navel. The texture wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but he preferred the smooth feel of Dib’s skin instead, so his hands gradually roamed up again, drifting over the human’s smooth chest, tracing the Invader symbol with his fingertips. When he met Dib’s eyes, he was surprised at what he saw. There was a softness there that he’d never seen before, and it frightened him a little. “What?”

Dib just sighed, stretching a little, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Nothing…just…whatever you’re doing to me right now…feels amazing.”

Zim nodded absently, then wondered if the other side of the human felt the same. His eyes narrowed slightly and he pulled his spider-legs loose from where they were holding Dib’s wrists captive, retracting them into his pak. “Roll onto your belly.”

Dib flexed his fingers, then nodded, rolling onto his stomach and folding his arms on the table, resting his cheek against them.

Zim perched on the backs of Dib’s thighs, leaning forward to stroke the nape of Dib’s neck, just beneath the feathery ends of his dark hair. He smiled at the human’s sigh, finding a simple sort of enjoyment in the fact that this exploration was pleasurable for both of them. He stroked his fingertips along the edges of Dib’s shoulder blades, his eyes narrowing when the human shivered and little bumps ran all along his skin. His antennae twitched and he ran his palm over Dib’s spine.

“What are these little dots?”

Dib lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at Zim. “Huh?”

Zim ran his hand over Dib’s back again. “All these little bumps. I touched you and your skin went all bumpy.”

“Oh.” Dib smiled. “Goosebumps.”

“Goose? What do geese have to do with—”

“They don’t…I know, it’s stupid. I have NO idea where they came up with the name.” He shivered again. “H-humans get them when we’re cold…or...when we’re afraid…or…um…” he faltered, gasping and shivering when Zim ran his fingers down his spine again. “A-aroused…” He groaned softly, then arched his back and uttered a sharp yelp when he felt Zim’s tongue slither up his spine. “Oh fuck, Zim!” He reached forward and clawed at the table, biting his lip hard and burying his face in his arms, panting rapidly.

Zim grinned deviously, leaning forward and purring into the human’s ear. “And which one are you?” He slid a hand down Dib’s side, trailing his tongue over the nape of Dib’s neck.

“Aroused.” Dib replied softly, groaning as Zim licked at the nape of his neck. “Definitely aroused.”

Zim reached back into his pak and pulled out a small vial, setting it aside as he dragged his tongue up Dib’s spine again. As his hands drifted lower once more, he ran his palms over the smooth curves of Dib’s buttocks, his antennae twitching when the muscles tensed and quivered beneath his fingertips, then relaxed again. He trailed one finger down the crease, smirking when Dib shivered and all those little bumps showed up on his skin again. Picking up the vial, he spread some of the slippery substance onto his bare fingertips, sliding them down between Dib’s buttocks and rubbing them over the hole there.

Dib gasped, his eyes snapping open. “Zim, what are you—”

“You said you wanted this, human. Unless you wish for me to stop?” He quirked an antenna, hopping off of the table and pulling Dib down so that he was bent over the edge. Before Dib could answer him, Zim kicked Dib’s legs apart and pushed one of his long fingers into him, licking at the nape of his neck.

Dib yelped, burying his face in his forearms. “I…I…I can’t think with you doing that…” He moaned, shuddering.

Zim shrugged and pulled his finger out, watching the human impassively.

“Hey, why did you stop?” Dib looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion, his whole body still trembling.

“You said you couldn’t think while I was doing that, and I asked you a question.” The Irken stated matter-of-factly. “Do you want me to go through with this, or have you changed your mind?”

Dib blinked at him. “You mean you’d stop if I asked you to?”

Zim scowled, his antennae flattening against his skull. “I am an INVADER, Dib. I am NOT a rapist. Believe it or not, we Irkens do have our pride.”

Blushing, Dib shook his head. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to imply that…I’m just not used to…well…” He bit his lip, turning and gently running his hands down Zim’s arms. “I’m sorry.”

Zim shrugged, although he didn’t pull away when Dib touched him.

“I haven’t changed my mind at all.” Dib said softly, sliding a hand down Zim’s stomach and stroking the Irken’s smooth shaft. “I want you to keep going.”

Zim groaned softly as the human stroked him, his antennae twitching and quivering as he shuddered in pleasure. Eventually he smacked Dib’s hand away and turned the human around, bending him over the edge of the table and pushing a finger into him again, grinning when Dib uttered a sharp cry, quivering underneath him.

“You like this, human?”

“Fuck, yes…” Dib groaned, his fists clenched on the table as Zim probed around inside of him.

Zim snickered, using more of the oil from the vial and stroking it onto his shaft. “You will be the first I’ve ever taken.” He said softly as he pulled his finger out. “I shouldn’t even be giving you the honor.”

Dib chuckled softly. “I’m flattered, really.” He swallowed hard, spreading his legs a little more and taking a deep breath. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only one who’s taken me.”

Zim considered this, then shrugged. “I suppose it’s a small consolation, yes…” He pressed the tip of his member against Dib’s entrance, stroking his hands over the human’s sides as he pushed forward, sliding inside with a groan of ecstasy. By Irk, he’d never felt such friction…such heat…

Dib gasped, then groaned, sweat trailing down his forehead as he was filled from behind. “Zim…” he croaked softly, shuddering and clenching his fists.

The Irken grunted, grabbing onto Dib’s shoulders when he was fully seated and holding himself there, a shudder running through his tall frame. “Dib…” he panted, his eyes clenched closed as he rested his forehead against Dib’s back.

Dib grabbed one of Zim’s hands and held it tightly, uttering a loud moan when the Invader started to thrust, the movements sharp at first, then growing smoother as Zim found a rhythm.

Their sweat mixed as they coupled, and Dib held Zim’s hand tightly as they both neared the edge. Dib was the first to come apart, releasing with a howl that drowned out the broadcast on the TV for a few seconds. Zim gasped as Dib’s passage clenched and quivered around him, and it was only a matter of seconds before he let his Irken seed loose into Dib’s body, his antennae flat against his skull and sweat trickling down his spine. Utterly drained, Zim collapsed on top of Dib’s body, and they both lay on the edge of the table, panting heavily.

After a few minutes, Dib turned his head and kissed the hand that he was still holding, wrapping Zim’s arm around him.

The Irken sighed, then chuckled softly. “Curse you, human…”

Dib smiled. “Looks like everything went according to plan…” He nodded towards the monitor, where footage of the mushroom cloud was already rolling on the emergency news broadcast.

“Yes…” Zim purred, licking at Dib’s shoulder. “Watch, human. Watch the world die.”

Dib shuddered, then grinned and held Zim’s hand tighter.

*
Oh, and for those who don’t know, Fun With Dirt was a reference to the movie UHF (stars Weird Al Yankovic, and is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen).

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