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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or The Dog Whisperer. I don't make any money off of this.

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Note: So here we are with another chapter of PoX~ I will take this moment to first disclaim Pez Dispensers; they are not mine. Now, in this chapter we get into some of the fun stuff! Stuff that, while I'm not opposed to writing it, I question the character's reaction to it. I... must admit that I'm a little nervous; I'm used to having a few friends into the same fandom as me... so I can make them read my fics and give me their opinions. Gives me a little more confidence when I finally post the darn thing. >.< I has one amazing friend who'll read anything of mine... even though she isn't as much of a slash fan as I am... which is almost enough... >.> but... XD I still like having someone to fan with mindlessly and rp! Rp is fun... XD but... I suppose it's good I don't have anyone to rp IZ with, though; I tend to get distracted from writing fan fics then. XD I'll just stick to getting my fix from the episodes and other people's fan fics.
Also, I seem to have forgotten to add a warning... it's pretty prominent in this chapter, so I'd better let you all know about the voyeurism! >.> Though... I can't imagine anyone would be repulsed by it enough to avoid a fic because of it... but I could be wrong. So, enjoy the sexy times!
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Dib's heart was pounding madly in his chest as he approached the house that hid away his alien nemesis and the human who held him; things were rushing through his head faster than he could comprehend them, and it came to the point where the only thought he could settle on was that just about anything could be happening beyond the double pane of glass he'd targeted. Images flashed through his mind: his imagination getting carried away as he imagined anything from Zim's dissection to a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. It could even be some kind of trap that Zim had been masterfully-however out of character that might be-stringing him along into; he could almost imagine that stranger's head popping back like a Pez Dispenser and Gir screaming something that made no sense as he hopped out.
But trap or no, Dib had to find out just what was going on.
Looking around cautiously, coat twisting around his legs as he did so; Dib finally came up right next to the greyish building. It was obviously not something Zimmy as it was a normal-looking building with muted colours rather than the horrific green of Zim's base or some other strange colour scheme, but that did not completely dispel the fear that Zim could be up to something all-around evil. With one last look around Dib placed both hands on the windowsill and peered into the room beyond. Surprisingly enough Zim's kidnapper had not carted him off to some hidden room; true to his apparent idiocy, he'd felt safe enough in his own home to not bother with extra precautions. Zim was sure to get away in no time!
But then... why was it that, even with a 'filthy human' holding him down, Zim wasn't fighting? He had that tell-tale rage plastered on his nose-less face, but for whatever reason he was holding in the usual rants that so easily spilled from his mouth. Dib had to wonder if today was some kind of alien calmness day-thingy; but it couldn't be something he was unable to control, Zim had already freaked out over Gir's insane insinuation over his-he shuddered to call it such-relationship with Dib. This behaviour just didn't make sense to the young paranormal investigator; sure, he hadn't known Zim for more than a few months but Zim wasn't complicated, not with his emotions. He was easier to read than the alphabet; but now... Dib's understanding had been overturned for the moment. It was like he was suddenly thrust into the world of cursive handwriting without any guidance other than 'use the formula' which had nothing to do with anything in the first place.
Pursing his lips slightly, his brows drawing into a frown behind the rims of his glasses, Dib leaned in closer to the window so he could press his ear against the cool glass. The stranger was saying something that Dib couldn't make out; but whatever it was, Dib didn't need to know it to anticipate what was coming next. As soon as the older man drew his arm back, palm flat, Dib recognized what would come next; he flinched before Zim even made a noise, wide eyes fixed on a neighbour's dog that was watching him through the fence.
The little creature's ears shot forward seconds later as Zim's loud-mouthed protest seemed to split the glass as if it weren't even there, “How dare you strike Zim in such a way! Filthy stink-creatu--” Zim yelped, his ranting momentarily halting; he was certainly not used to being interrupted in such a way, but he picked up with the same amount of sheer rage, “Zim will make your pitiful organs explo--” This time Dib was drawn back to the scene behind the window; he saw the human's hand connect with Zim's backside and-with a disturbing sort of fascination-he fixated on the alien's face, inwardly gloating when he saw the bound alien squeezing his eyes tightly, if only for a second. Then he was back to screaming again, “Just wait until I rip out your eyes with my bare claws!”
Another smack seemed to mark the human's turn to speak, but unlike Zim he was much quieter; even with his ear pressed against the glass Dib couldn't hear more than a muffled voice, but he could tell by the expression on the guy's face that his intent was sinister. Zim reacted by clamming up, his jaw locking closed and his mouth pressed into a thin line; it was as if he were locking down information by keeping his lips sealed, but again it wasn't a very Zim-like thing to do. Zim liked to boast when he had information he knew someone else wanted; he was likely to talk more rather than fall into such an unsettling silence.
Despite all the hatred he had for Zim, Dib was really starting to worry; he just got a really really bad feeling from that guy. So much so that a double standard seemed to stick out in his brain more prominent than ever before; somehow it was alright for Zim to be in pain when Dib was the one who was mostly responsible-or maybe just when he could gloat in Zim's face-but when it was someone else it just didn't seem as amusing.
It seemed almost wrong that these things were happening...
“Why the heck isn't he fighting?” Dib asked himself, unaware that he'd switched from thinking to himself to talking out loud. At his side the little dog seemed to make a mocking face over this fact, but Dib was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to even notice the creature, “His spider leg-things should still be working, and even if they weren't Zim's claws could cut through that rope in seconds! Maybe he caught some kind of alien disease that's messing with his brain?” Dib paused letting out a surprised and triumphant noise when a thought occurred to him, “Of course I clobbered him too hard earlier! That must be why he's just laying--”Dib broke off at that muttering about how he really needed to stop talking to himself as he finished the thoughts where they belonged.
Further exploration on this matter, however, was all but dropped from his mind when he was suddenly looking back through the window; his gaze locked with the fake, purple irises of his enemy. Again, Dib found himself at a loss when deciphering the emotions that coursed over Zim's face; the only one he recognized immediately was the sharp, hateful anger. The rest of it all just didn't click with anything that Dib understood about the Invader from a distant star; he looked a little helpless, but he just couldn't be.
Zim was the first to break eye contact, green lids hooding over his gaze as he twisted his head away; he was trying to mask his discomfort as irritation and rage. It was an easy thing to accomplish, rage was something that Zim was intimately familiar with; so was being in frustrating, seemingly hopeless situations. The Dib's presence complicated his escape plans; he could still stab the human through the chest with a Pak leg if this 'Simon' thing wasn't useful to him, Dib's appearance just meant that he would have to move quickly to destroy any cameras the Human-stink would use to record the moment. Of course the Dib showing up also sweetened his eventual victory; when he was finished enduring this game-thingy he would have the opportunity to gloat and hold his normal-ness over Dib's stupid big head.
As the adult human's filthy hand started to crawl over the bare flesh of his chest again Zim shot Dib a superior smirk, zipper teeth flashing menacingly as he met the Dib's shocked look. Obviously the foolish human thought that he wouldn't be able to endure their disgusting Earth customs, he simply failed to understand the sheer amazing-ness that was Invader Zim!
The little alien inclined his head so he could look down at his enemy; he'd been so busy taunting the Dib that he nearly forgot that the human behind him was actually a rather dangerous creature, “Oh,” he cooed, sounding like one of those idiot females fawning over a smeet, “you like that, do you?” Having been asked a question in such a ridiculous voice Zim was almost tempted to forgo the safety of his tongue; but the previous threat involving his precious appendage being used as sandwich meat stemmed Zim's urge to be as cheeky as he would have liked.
The appropriate thing, he decided, was probably to agree, “Oh, yes!” he exclaimed almost excitedly before reverting to sounding bored and sarcastic even though he was actually making an attempt not to insult the human, “Zim likes your human Simon-thingy, I am not at all repulsed by your smelly face and pinch-y fingers.” Zim nodded to himself; and despite sounding insulting the man seemed to be immensely pleased with Zim's response, his hand switching from rough groping to more of a gentle stroke. Triumphantly Zim shot another smirk towards the human boy who was still watching their game; if he could he'd be laughing while he proclaimed his victory, yet again, over the filthy human race.
The victorious alien was so busy gloating that he didn't really register what the human's next move was before it was too late. Zim jerked with a yelp and thrashed so violently that his wig flew off his head to land somewhere across the room; he attempted to kick the filth-beast away before being forced to still. This time, however, the culprit that controlled him was not the brutal grip of the human, but his Pak reacting to deep-seeded programing that had been issued and perfected hundreds of years prior to Zim's artificial conception.
Suddenly Zim wasn't playing some stupid human game, he was thrust into a situation that every Irken dreaded from the core of their very being.
Mating...
Zim flinched with each pass of the human's finger over his hole, but he could do nothing more than growl out vicious warning noises while his body trembled. Mating was one of the single most painful experiences an Irken could endure, at least on the submissive's side; the area was extra sensitive to induce the proper release of hormones for fertilization, abuse to the inner walls triggered everything that contributed to the process. Naturally, as born fighters, an Irken's response to this treatment was to fight, and to fight brutally; often times mating would end in the death of one or both parties and, if there was even a pregnancy, the smeet was likely damaged or stillborn. Because of the fluctuating-often declining-population of the Irken species a plan had been devised to cut the mortality rate; Tallest Zig had ordered the Irken Pak modified to, essentially, allow for rape. It was a move that saved the Irken race, but ultimately cost Zig his life; Zim only wished that Tallest Zig were still alive so he could kill him himself.
Quite suddenly the human interrupted Zim's violent thoughts; his voice erupting with his confusion, “Y-Your hair!” the finger that touched the little alien paused then retreated, but it was too late for the Pak's reaction to be reversed. His only hope now would either be to distract the human long enough for his Pak to return to normal, or he would have to be in danger so he could access his Pak's defences and weapons. He would need to convince the human to draw a weapon; and with the threat to his tongue hanging over him, Zim threw caution to the wind.
“I have no hair! You have fallen for Zim's amazing disguise!” Admitting the truth left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Zim continued, “Zim is a vastly superior Irken Invader; I am here to destroy your disgusting species! I'll turn your parental units into dust, I'll flatten your pitiful home and I'll dry up all the burn-y water on this dirt ball! Then I'll--!” somehow the threats and insults fell on deaf ears; mesmerized the kidnapper reached out and gripped one of the antennae that Zim hadn't even realized he'd been wiggling as he spoke. When the thin, black stalks were grasped the little alien froze, his body once again rigid due to the unexpected touch.
“They're rough...” was the human's observation, his fingers running up and down the interesting, wiggly appendages. Zim mad an uncomfortable noise, Lekku flicking rapidly like the ears of an irritated cat in an attempt to escape the unwanted touch, “They look soft...” the human was muttering almost dreamily, his pitiful human brain lost in thought, “... what are they? Wh-What are you?”
Zim growled, body jerking once again for escape before falling still sans the quiver of his antenna, “I told you pitiful Earth-stink! Zim is Irken!”
“A-An alien?” Suddenly the confession-one he'd been hiding from the Dib for months-seemed to slam into him. Fuchsia eyes widened behind the contacts, their gaze swiveling to the window where Dib was gaping in at him like a fish-thingy. He'd obviously heard-and probably recorded-the confession, but he continued to stare as if he couldn't bring himself to boast victory and run off to expose him to the Earth; why was the Dib not... acting all Dib-like?
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