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Chapter 40: Conference

****This chapter is dedicated to Goat! Feel honoured, my pig-smelly!

Dib straightened his tie and then checked his watch, smiling when he saw Zim tugging his uniform shirt on over his head. Sneaking up behind him, he dipped his head and trailed his tongue up Zim’s spine.

The Irken jumped and whirled on him, scowling, his shirt only half-on. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Dib snickered. “I couldn’t resist.”

Zim rolled his eyes, pulling the shirt down and straightening it out, turning and putting his pak on. “You couldn’t resist licking my back?”

Dib smirked at him. “Well, yeah, that too…”

Zim grabbed Dib’s arm and checked the watch on his wrist. “We’ll discuss it later, human. It’s time.”

They sat down at the table, testing out the microphones and then flipping on the transmitter. Within seconds, the screen fizzled and then produced an image: the meeting room of the United Countries. Around the room were numerous world leaders, and all of them were wearing surprised and confused expressions in light of the unexpected transmission.

“People of Earth…” Zim began.

Dib folded his hands and grinned, leaning back against the Irken’s chest, reveling in his presence.

“…for those of you who don’t yet know the identity of the parties responsible for yesterday’s nuclear attack on Italy, we now stand before you. And with the firepower we are commanding, no less than fifty four hydrogen bombs of your own creation, we have decided to make our demands and give your pitiful world a chance to save itself.”

Translators spoke quickly, explaining the transmission to the numerous dignitaries as President Man stood up and addressed Dib and Zim.

“What is the meaning of this? You honestly think we’ll believe some kid and a guy in an alien suit are holding fifty nuclear BOMBS? Do you think we’re stupid? How dare you make such a threat! I’ll have the FBI come over and beat you guys up! And take off that ridiculous alien costume!”

Dib chuckled. “Aww, Zim…looks like the big men in the high places don’t believe we’re serious.”

“What a shame.” Zim leered sadistically as Dib pulled his laptop out.

“Well, President Man, seeing as you don’t believe we have the power that we say we do, I suppose we’ll have to give you some proof. You have family on vacation in New Zealand right now, don’t you?”

President Man snorted. “I don’t see what THAT has to do with anything. You kids better—”

“Oh, you’ll see just what it has to do with this little demonstration in a moment.” Dib keyed in an entry and tapped the ENTER key. “Your stupidity has just cost the lives of over four million people, including the members of that little family trip. We’ll call back in an hour and see if you’re more inclined to take our demands seriously.” Dib tapped the END TRANSMIT button, then turned around in his chair to face Zim. “I think that went well.”

Zim nodded, a pleased grin on his face. “I think so too.” He stretched, then quirked his antennae. “Why an hour?”

Dib grinned, loosening his tie and removing the suit jacket, setting it aside. “Well, it’s going to take about forty five minutes for that nuke to hit New Zealand, and I want to give them the extra fifteen minutes for it to sink in…”

“I see. And what were you planning on doing during this hour?” Zim couldn’t help the feeling that he already knew the answer, and he tried to hide the grin tugging at his lips.

“Oh, y’know. Stuff…” Dib grabbed Zim by the waist and pulled him forward, tugging his uniform shirt up and licking at his stomach. When Dib looked up at Zim again, there was a pleasure and confidence in Dib’s eyes that had never been there before. “I was hoping to get you out of that uniform for a little while, too…”

Zim snickered, shaking his head. “Are all humans this insatiable?”

Dib flipped the catch on the fly of Zim’s uniform pants, tugging them down to his knees and looking up at him again. “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know. Then again, not every human has the chance to make it with an Invader.” He grinned, then grabbed Zim’s hips, turning him around sharply and yanking him down into his lap before the Irken could react.

Zim’s eyes widened and he tried to get up. “What are you doing?”

“Taking your pak off for you.”

Zim tensed, scowling at Dib over his shoulder. “I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself, and besides, you’re making the assumption that I actually want to have sexual interaction with you at this time.”

Dib smirked. “Yes, I am. And I realize that you’re capable of taking the pak off yourself—” Dib flicked the hidden switch underneath the edge of the pak and removed it, setting it aside, gently resting it on top of his suit jacket. Turning back to Zim, he grinned. “But why should you have to do all the work?”

Zim considered this, then shrugged. “I suppose you have a point.”

Dib grinned, reaching between their bodies and undoing his fly, nuzzling Zim’s shoulder. “When you had sex with me, you used something as lubrication. What was it? I didn’t see.”

Zim leaned over and started undoing his boots. “A thin oil that’s used for my mechanical leg-joints when I perform my bi-annual maintenance.”

“Can I have some?” Dib grinned, pushing Zim’s uniform shirt up to his shoulders and rubbing his back, sucking gently at the spot just below Zim’s connectors.

The Irken groaned softly, then straightened and reached over to his pak, tapping a hidden spot and reaching inside, pulling out the little vial. “Here.”

Dib took it and unscrewed the tiny lid, pouring a little into his hand. Setting the vial aside just as the Irken finished removing his boots, Dib reached around the Invader’s waist and slid his slick fingers over the lips concealing Zim’s member.

Zim gasped when the human touched the sensitive area, and he almost fell off of Dib’s lap. “Gahh, Dib!” His antennae flattened against his skull as he sat up and then leaned back, squirming out of his pants and digging his fingers into the arms of the chair as the human coaxed his stiffening member out, stroking and rubbing it firmly. He uttered a deep groan, his eyes drifting closed in pleasure, his antennae twitching as he relaxed against the human’s chest.

Dib took one of Zim’s antennae into his mouth, sucking on it as he continued to stroke Zim’s shaft with one hand, stealthily slipping the other hand between their bodies, stroking his own erection a few times before moving his hand carefully up between Zim’s legs from behind.

Zim was groaning and writhing in Dib’s lap, driven to distraction by the dual sensation of his antenna being sucked on and his shaft being stroked at the same time. However, he was not so distracted that he didn’t feel the human’s slick fingers touch the most vulnerable area on his entire body. Zim bolted upright with a harsh cry, struggling out of Dib’s grip and stumbling up against the wall, his back pressed against it and his chest heaving. “What…in the name of Irk…do you think you’re doing?”

Dib blinked at him in surprise. “Did I hurt you?”

Zim’s antennae flattened against his skull, his cheeks flushing. “No…I just…” He paused in order to regain his composure, and then tilted his chin up indignantly. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me there.”

Dib gazed at him for a moment and then nodded slowly. “I didn’t realize that I needed permission. I’m sorry.” He held out a hand, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.

Zim looked at the hand skeptically, the spot between his legs still tingling. “Well…you…you should be sorry, filth-beast.”

“I am.” Dib said softly, still holding his hand out.

Zim looked at the hand for a long moment before stepping forward, approaching Dib warily. “What were you trying to do?”

Dib shrugged one shoulder, taking Zim’s hand and kissing it softly. “I wanted to do what you did for me yesterday night. It felt awesome, I wanted you to…well…to feel that good too, I guess.”

“Oh.” Zim murmured. It seemed like a good enough explanation…

Dib looked up at him, the confident smile returning. “So…may I have your permission?”

Zim could feel the heat in his own cheeks and he looked down at Dib uncertainly.

Dib stroked Zim’s long fingers, gazing up at him. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop… I promise.” Dib pulled Zim closer, standing and kissing him softly, then brushing his lips across Zim’s cheek.

The Irken uttered a shaky sigh. “If you break your word, I’ll—”

“It won’t happen, Zim.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed a little, but he nodded.

Dib sat back down in the chair again and gently guided Zim down onto his lap, facing him. He slipped his hand between Zim’s legs again, gently running his fingertips over the quivering slit he’d touched before. Leaning up, he brushed his lips over Zim’s cheek and then murmured softly to him. “Remember, you’re still in control here, Zim.”

The Irken snorted. “You lie, human.”

Dib scowled. “Excuse me?”

Zim blinked at the human in surprise, seeing the scowl on his face, surprised that he felt no urge to punch him for it. In fact…he understood why the human was angry. It was a strange sort of insight he’d never experienced before. He’d insulted Dib’s integrity, and thus, the human was angry with him. Zim sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

Dib nodded, not really expecting Zim to apologize. The words I’m sorry didn’t seem to have a place in the Irken vocabulary. Dib pulled his hand out from between Zim’s legs, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’re ready for this.”

Zim’s eyes snapped open and he scowled. With a low growl, he grabbed Dib’s wrist and shoved the human’s hand back down between his legs. “Put your finger inside me, dirt-beast, or I’m going to choke you.”

Dib grinned. “Fair enough.” He watched Zim’s face as he slid the first finger in, pleased when the Invader gasped and grabbed his shoulders, clenching his eyes closed and tilting his head back, his antennae quivering. Pressing his finger in a little deeper, he started to stroke the Irken’s shaft with his free hand.

Zim uttered a strangled whine, his body jerking into the sensations. He couldn’t deny it…what the human was doing to him was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever experienced, and he wanted more. “Another…” He gasped, tangling his fingers in Dib’s hair.

Dib groaned softly as he watched the Irken’s responses…it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Biting his lip, Dib slid another finger into Zim’s body, shuddering at the Invader’s breathy moan. “You’re so hot inside…” Dib whispered, his own shaft aching.

Zim looked down at the human’s face, his cheeks flushed and his dark red eyes heavy-lidded, drugged with pleasure. He yanked Dib’s head back and kissed him hard, his fists clenching and relaxing in the human’s soft hair. When Dib plunged his fingers in as far as they could go, Zim tossed his head back and uttered a choked cry. “Dib!!”

Clenching his teeth, Dib thrust his fingers in deeply a few more times, then pulled his fingers out, grabbing Zim’s hands and holding them tightly. “I want you…” he breathed, panting heavily. “Ride me. Please…”

Zim looked down at him, frowning in confusion. “What?”

Dib took a deep breath, then guided one of Zim’s hands down to rest on his swollen shaft, looking up at him again. “Put this inside you. Please.”

Zim blinked at him, wide-eyed, then looked down at the long bulb-tipped member in his hand, his antennae quivering. Would it even fit inside him? He closed his eyes for a long time. He owed the human nothing. He owed him no such pleasure. Why should he indulge Dib at his own expense? Why should he give him the privilege? The human didn’t deserve it; all the Dib-worm had done was help him conquer the planet. And save his life. And defend his identity and his mission even under threat of losing his own life. Surely he owed Dib nothing.

But when he opened his eyes again and met Dib’s gaze, he suddenly wasn’t so sure any more.

“You can say no, Zim.” Dib murmured. “I’ll understand.”

Zim sighed harshly, resting his forehead against Dib’s. “No, human…I…” He clenched his teeth, hating himself for what he was about to admit. “I want this too.” He shifted forward in Dib’s lap and spread his legs wide, lowering himself slowly onto the swollen shaft, sweat trickling down his forehead as the bulbous tip stretched him.

Dib clenched his eyes closed, holding Zim’s hips steady, his breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. He couldn’t believe Zim was letting him do this…

The Irken yelped sharply when the head of Dib’s member slipped inside of him, and suddenly he could take the rest without difficulty. Once he was fully seated in Dib’s lap, with the human buried to the hilt inside of him, Zim wrapped his arms tightly around Dib’s neck and breathed shakily into his ear. “Hold me, Dib-hu…human…”

Without a second’s hesitation, Dib wrapped his arms around Zim’s waist, sliding his hands up underneath Zim’s uniform shirt and stroking his sweat-dampened back gently. Uttering a shaky sigh, he buried his face in Zim’s shoulder. “Fuck…” he breathed, his whole body trembling. “I don’t know why this feels so right.”

Zim shuddered, panting softly. “Does it?” he murmured. “I can’t feel anything right now except you.”

Dib blushed, smiling as he ran his hands up and down the Irken’s spine. “I think that’s the first romantic thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Zim snorted. “Don’t get used to it, human.” He gasped as Dib shifted forward in the chair, changing the angle of the long bulby-tipped thing inside of him. Taking a deep breath, Zim braced his hands on Dib’s shoulders and leaned forward, lifting himself up on the human’s shaft and then sliding back down again, uttering a shaky groan.

The movement sent a wave of pleasure through Dib’s body, and he grabbed Zim’s hips, holding them as gently as he could manage as the Irken started to move on him. As Zim’s pace quickened, the chair started to squeak and wobble, and Dib clenched his teeth, holding Zim down for a few seconds. “Floor.” He wrapped his arms around Zim’s waist and stood up without pulling out of the Irken’s body, leaning back against the wall and sliding down until he was sitting on the floor with Zim in his lap. He smiled shakily, letting go of Zim’s hips. “All right...” He lifted his knees a little, taking a deep breath. “Go wild.”

The Invader grinned, grabbing Dib’s shoulders and rising on the human’s length, then slamming himself down on it, relishing the human’s quivering gasp. “Yesss…” he purred, starting to find a rhythm again, picking up the pace until he was bouncing wildly in Dib’s lap, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his fists clenched in Dib’s shirt.

Dib was panting hard, his hands roaming over Zim’s body as they coupled, both of them grunting and groaning loudly. Leaning forward, Dib tugged Zim’s shirt up and licked the sweat from his chest, then grabbed the Irken’s member and started stroking it hard and fast. “C’mon…”

Zim uttered a strangled yowl, writhing in Dib’s lap, his bouncing degenerating into a series of erratic jerks. Within seconds his back curved sharply and his seed shot out over Dib’s working hand, staining the front of the white dress shirt he was wearing.

Dib grabbed Zim’s hips and started thrusting into him wildly, letting loose with a hoarse cry, his seed jetting up inside of Zim’s body.

Zim screeched, more of his seed soaking the front of Dib’s shirt as he twitched and shuddered, then collapsed against the human, gasping for breath.

They rested against the wall, soaked in sweat, panting heavily.

Dib tensed suddenly, looking around. “Where’s GIR?”

Zim smirked. “I gave him monies to go and see a movie with his pig-friend.”

Dib sighed in relief, his body relaxing again. “Thank goodness.” He paused, then quirked a brow. “Was there any particular reason you did that?” He grinned.

Zim stretched. “I didn’t want him interrupting our conference.”

“Ah.” Dib chuckled. “I see.” He looked down at the front of his white cotton dress shirt, which was soaked in Zim’s come. “Uh…I think I need to go and get changed.”

Zim smirked, rising unsteadily to his feet. “I agree.” He tugged Dib’s shirt off and used it to wipe himself clean, tossing it back in the human’s face. “Grab me a soda, Dib-worm.”

Dib caught the shirt and rolled his eyes. “Yes, my Tallest.”

Zim watched as Dib left the lab, then grinned to himself and climbed back into his uniform pants and boots. He was starting to like that human.

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Thanks to everyone who reviewed once again, and thank you even more for the lurve and sympathy.

To Insanity: No problem about the crudeness, but trust me, I do NOT want to use the word "fuck" in reference to ANY of the people at that place of employment LOL...and as for your review, I'm glad that I've held your interest throughout the fic. I'm proud that I can keep surprising you. Much lurve back.
To littleshipper: Thanks for your review, and yes, you're right. I have faith that the Threefold Law will take care of things better than I personally could. I'm trying not to be too discouraged.
To Goat: Hope you enjoyed your chapter. Thank you for your review; it's reassuring to know that I've written the interaction between Dib and Zim believeably. Thanks for the well wishes and the wonderful review.
To Switch: Thanks for your review and your sympathy. It's greatly appreciated.
To Makota: Thank you for checking out my art, I appreciate it. And yeah, unemployment is much suckage. The fact that other fics had Zim going up against the Tallest never occurred to me, it just fits with my story. *shrugs* Thanks for the review!
To Burningsilence: thank you for your review and your kind words. Blessed be.
To Beebop: Thanks for checking out my art! Glad you liked it.
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