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Chapter 53: Celebrate

****This chapter is dedicated to Kathy, my new reviewy-peep!

“Now—” Zim began, putting a foot between Red’s shoulderblades and shoving him down onto the floor of the Control Deck. “For the first order of business.” As Dib cuffed Red’s hands behind his back, Zim spoke loudly to all of the crew members present. “I want all of you to go to the snack pods and grab as much as you can carry.” There were a few sighs, and Zim grinned. “And try not to make a mess. I’m only letting you eat snacks on the Control Deck because I’m celebrating. Oh, and somebody grab me a soda.”

There was a moment of stunned silence, then a deafening wave of cheering as the crew stampeded towards the doors.

“YOU!” Zim pointed at one of the technicians, who skidded to a stop and blinked at him.

“Me, Sir?”

“Yes, you.” Zim nodded. “There are two officers that are cuffed on the floor in the snack pod. Take the cuffs off of them, tend to their needs, and then bring them to me. Oh, and make sure they get some snacks too.”

The technician grinned behind his high collar and saluted Zim. “Yes, Sir!”

When the last of the crew members had run off to grab their snacks, Zim turned to Dib and kissed him deeply, then removed Dib’s goggles and tossed them aside. “Well, Dib-human, this is where you have to decide.”

Dib blinked at him. “Decide what?”

Zim nodded towards the Earth floating in the centre of the main view screen. “Where you want to stay.”

Dib shook his head. “You already know I’ve made my decision. I’m going with you.”

Zim sighed in relief. “I wanted to make sure.” He looked down at Purple and Red, then back up at Dib. “Once the Technicians get back, I’m going to have them set a course for Irk. If I am to be made Tallest, then I have to be ceremonially appointed to my duties by the Control Brain.”

Dib nodded, then smiled fondly. “I’m so proud of you.”

Zim blinked at him, then blushed. “Thank you.” He pulled Dib close, smirking when he saw that Dib was wearing a backpack as part of his disguise. “What’s in your pack?”

Dib smirked, taking his backpack off and setting it down on the floor between Red and Purple, then unzipping the zipper.

GIR leapt out, waving madly. “WHOO!! HI THERE!!”

Zim gaped at him. “You were in his pack? You actually stayed quiet that WHOLE time??”

Dib smirked. “Amazing what a Scary Monkey autograph can get you these days, huh?” He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of the side pocket of the back pack, handing it to GIR. “There you go.”

“YAAAAYYY!!” GIR squealed, then looked around and ate the piece of paper, pulling his toy moose out of his head and walking around the Control Deck, squeaking it noisily.

Zim shook his head and smiled. “I was so preoccupied with the battle that I forgot to pack GIR in the ship…I would’ve had to send someone back to get him.” He stretched. “I’m glad you remembered.”

Dib shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Four technicians came through the door to the Control Deck, two of them being the ones that had been cuffed by Dib. Zim nodded. “Are you two all right?”

The two Irkens looked down at Red and Purple, then at the two technicians who had released them and brought them here, then back up at Zim. The one with the green eyes spoke first.

“Um…did we miss something?”

*

Red groaned as he opened his eyes, rubbing them gingerly to make sure they weren’t still burning from that awful liquid that had hit him in the face. His antennae were still sore from when Zim had yanked on them, too. Red was relieved to find out that he could see again, and he looked down and saw Purple lying next to him on the floor. He ran his hand down Pur’s naked body, then looked down at his own and frowned. Where were their robes? Surely Zim wouldn’t have had the gall to strip them of their ceremonial attire!

But as he looked around and saw that he and Purple were in a holding cell in the bowels of The Massive, his sureness quickly evaporated.

Purple moaned and slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them and shuddering. “What happened?”

Red clenched his teeth. “Zim has taken control of The Massive, and we’re in a prison cell in the lower section.”

Purple started howling with laughter until he realized that Red wasn’t joking. He looked around frantically. “WHAT?? Since when was Zim capable of pulling one over on us?”

“Since now.” Red growled, gingerly touching the force field at the entry to the cell, hissing when it sparked and burned his fingers.

“So…we…we’re prisoners?” Purple sat up, his voice small. “What’s he going to do to us?”

Red sighed. “I don’t know.”

Purple wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “I’m cold.”

“Stop whining.”

“I’m not whining, I’m just saying that I’m cold. Hey, wait! Why are we naked?” Purple’s eyes widened and he looked around. “Where are our clothes?”

Red rolled his eyes. “He probably took them.”

Purple blinked at him. “Why would he take our clothes?”

Red sighed in frustration, turning around and walking over to his co-Tallest, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. “What is the one thing besides our height that tells everyone who we are?”

Purple winced. “Oh…” He looked up at Red with doleful purple eyes. “Do you think he’s going to…kill us?”

Red’s antennae drooped and he sighed. “I don’t know, Pur. I really don’t.”

“We haven’t exactly…you know…been very nice to him…” Purple’s antennae were quivering, and he bit his lip.

Red closed his eyes and pulled Purple against him, stroking the back of his head. “Just…don’t think about it now. It’s a long way to Irk. I don’t think he’ll try anything until we get there.”

Purple sniffled. “How do you know that’s where he’s going?”

“I think he wants to be the new Tallest.” Red muttered. “And to do that, he has to go to Irk to be appointed.”

“Oh…” Purple murmured softly, resting his head against Red’s chest.

Red sighed and stroked Purple’s antennae soothingly, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “I’ll try to reason with him…”

Purple wrapped his arms tightly around Red’s waist, shuddering. “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I.” Red sat down and pulled Purple into his lap, stroking his back gently. “We just have to make the best of it for now.” He took one of Purple’s hands and kissed it softly, tensing when there was a voice at the entrance to the cell.

“Well, how sweet…”

Red and Purple pushed away from each other and scowled at Zim.

Zim purred, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, do continue, I was enjoying it.”

“Zim.” Red hissed, his eyes narrowing to ruby slits.

Zim bowed with a flourish, a wide grin on his face. “Yes, it is I, the mighty Invader Zim. Soon to be Tallest Zim, as you have already guessed. It’s a shame that you underestimated me so badly, isn’t it?” He snickered. “Well, it’s a long way to Irk, and I have things to do. No doubt deciding your miserable fates will preoccupy me for part of the journey, but I will not give any thought to the two of you tonight.” He grinned as he thought of exactly how he was planning on celebrating, then turned and walked towards the lift, calling back over his shoulder. “Pleasant dreams, Red and Purple. May they distract you from your impending doom.”

*

Dib sat in an enormous tub of gel, relaxing against the side of the tub in the luxurious suite that had formerly belonged to Red and Purple. He’d washed off all of the green body paint and had cleaned the hair gel out of his two locks of hair, and the uniform he’d borrowed from Zim was neatly folded and sitting on a nearby counter in the overly large bathroom. Stretching and sighing in pleasure, he sank down a little lower into the gel. Zim had gone down to the lower level to have his fun putting the Tallests in their place, so Dib had just gone about his business, cleaning himself up and then settling in to the luxurious accommodations. He’d poke his nose around and observe the crew some other time…right now he just wanted to revel in the victory that had been so long in coming.

Dib almost jumped out of his skin when there was a loud splash, and when he wiped the gel out of his eyes and opened them again, GIR was sitting across from him in the tub with a large rubber ducky and an enormous grin on his face.

“We’s the bosses now, aren’t we?” GIR chirped.

Dib smirked. “Yeah, GIR…yeah, we are.”

“OOOOOOoooooooo!!” He squeaked his rubber ducky, pushing it around in the tub.

Dib chuckled, shaking his head and climbing out of the tub, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. Climbing into a pair of boxers and wrapping a bandana around his head, he walked out into the bedroom and flopped onto the enormous bed, surprised when it moved underneath him. He smirked. A gel bed, rather than a water bed. Cool. Dib stretched, purring at the warmth of the gel bladder underneath the sheets. He rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes, dozing off in a matter of minutes.

*

Humming to himself, Zim strutted into the Tallests extravagantly large bedchamber, pressing the button to lock the door. Looking around, he saw Dib sleeping face down on the bed in nothing but a bandana and a pair of boxers, his lean frame practically glowing in the soft lighting from the dancing lamp orbs scattered throughout the room. A lusty grin crept across Zim’s face and he slowly stripped out of his clothing as he approached the bed, leaving his pak on. One could never be too careful, after all…

Climbing stealthily onto the bed, he crawled up until he was on his hands and knees between Dib’s legs, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Dib’s boxers. He grinned sadistically as he yanked Dib’s boxers down and off, tossing them aside.

Dib jerked, trying to turn over and yelping when he was pinned face-down on the bed, completely naked except for his bandana now. He tried to look over his shoulder, his heart racing in his chest. “Zim??”

“Of course.” Zim chuckled, holding Dib’s wrists down against the bed, rubbing his groin against the cleft of Dib’s ass. “What other Irken would want you like this?” He pressed his stiffening member against him firmly.

Dib gasped and shivered, pulling at the grip on his wrists, trying to get onto his hands and knees.

“Don’t try to resist me, human.” Zim purred.

A devious grin crept across Dib’s face. “Why not? Am I too much of a challenge for you?”

Zim’s antennae stiffened and then flattened against his skull, and he yanked Dib’s wrists down, putting them in the small of his back. “The only challenge around here seems to be that of you learning to hold onto your tongue.” Zim growled, pulling a strip of material out of his pak and using it to bind Dib’s wrists behind his back.

When he felt his wrists being tied, a rush of heat went through Dib’s entire body, and he squirmed nervously, ignoring Zim’s onto mistake. “Wait, now, uh…what…what exactly are you doing?” He gasped when Zim yanked him up so he was kneeling, then moved around in front of him.

“You’ve got a big mouth, Dib—” Zim said matter-of-factly, a dark grin on his face as his eyes narrowed to scarlet slits. “So I’m going to put it to some good use. Maybe this way you’ll learn to have some respect when your mouth isn’t full.” With that, he grabbed Dib by the back of his head and pulled him forward, holding Dib’s jaw and forcing the human’s mouth open, then shoving his stiff member inside. Zim groaned as the tip of his reproductive organ rubbed against the flat of Dib’s tongue, and he released Dib’s jaw, holding the sides of his head and thrusting slowly.

Dib had to admit that having his hands tied and having no say in what Zim was doing to him didn’t bother him as much as he thought it was going to. In fact, as the material rubbed against his wrists, he felt a small thrill which only intensified at the sound of Zim’s groans. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the smooth rhythm of the Irken’s thrusts, shifting his tongue slightly and then stiffening it so the tip rubbed against Zim’s shaft as it slid into his mouth.

Zim gasped sharply, his fingers digging into the sides of Dib’s head. When the Dib-human made soft little noises in his throat it was almost too much for him, and Zim started panting rapidly, sweat trailing down his face. His thrusting became erratic and he finally stiffened, pouring his Irken seed into Dib’s mouth with a shuddering gasp, then moaning loudly as he gave a few more languid thrusts, then pulled out, his member slowly retreating into its sheath.

Dib looked up at him, his cheeks flushed, licking his lips. “So…um…are you going to untie me now?”

Zim smirked, running his bare fingertip over Dib’s bottom lip. “Well, I do enjoy the thought of having you helpless like that…” He slid his hand down Dib’s stomach and wrapped his fingers around the human’s stiff shaft, grinning at Dib’s sharp gasp and the way his body started to quiver. “And from what I can tell…you’re enjoying it.”

Dib opened his mouth to object, then closed it, his cheeks flushing deeply. He knew better than to lie to Zim…the Irken was far too familiar with his body and the way he responded to pleasurable stimuli by now for Dib to lie to him.

The Irken’s teeth showed as a sadistic spark flared in his eyes, and he shoved Dib down onto his back, the human’s hands trapped beneath him now. Zim lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one of Dib’s nipples, snickering at the way the human whimpered and strained to arch towards him. Zim switched sides, taking the other nipple between his teeth and tugging it lightly, grinning when Dib gasped and clenched his eyes closed.

“Zim—” Dib panted, pulling at the bonds holding his wrists captive. “please, untie me…”

“No.” Zim hissed, trailing his tongue down the centre of Dib’s chest and wriggling the tip into Dib’s belly button.

Dib tensed and squirmed, laughing breathily. “Gah! Don’t, that tickles! Cut it out!” He bit his lip when he saw Zim’s threatening glare, and he cleared his throat. “Please?” Zim seemed appeased, and Dib sighed in relief, only to stiffen and moan as the serpentine tongue dragged along the length of his shaft.

Zim purred, running his bare hands down the human’s sides, pleased, as always, by the softness of Dib’s skin. Moving a little lower, he darted his tongue over Dib’s silken ball-things, his antennae twitching as he listened to Dib’s rapid, quivering breaths. One of his licks went a little wide of the mark and his tongue flicked over the small hole just below the ball-things, and he jumped when Dib squeaked and kicked violently. Zim’s eyes narrowed slightly and his antennae twitched. “What?”

Dib blinked down at him, then blushed madly. “N-nothing…”

Zim growled. “Don’t lie to me.”

Dib squirmed, clenching his eyes closed. “You just…put your tongue somewhere sensitive. That’s all…” He swallowed hard, then opened one eye, his stomach fluttering when he saw the devious glint in Zim’s dark red eyes. “Oh, no no no, don’t even think ab—aaaaghh!” He bucked and yowled as Zim started probing and exploring his sensitive hole with his long, snakelike tongue. “Please!! S-stop, please, don’t stop!!” He tossed his head wildly, kicking and struggling.

“Well, which one is it?” Zim hissed, his eyes narrowed as he licked his lips and then flicked the point of his tongue over the quivering pucker.

“DON’T STOP!!” Dib howled, kicking and straining, his stomach muscles tight, sweat trickling down his forehead. “Fuck, don’t stop, Zim, please!”

“That’s what I thought.” Zim purred, then pushed his long tongue all the way inside, aroused by the way Dib squealed. It was a strange taste, with a slightly bitter edge to it, but not intolerable. And if it could make his Dib-human squeal like that, he didn’t mind indulging him. In fact, Dib was thrashing so hard underneath him that Zim actually had to extend two of his spider-legs in order to hold him down.

When Dib felt the two sharp points digging into his hips, he stopped struggling and whined. It was absolute torture to have to stay still while Zim’s hot tongue wriggled around inside of him! He was panting so hard he felt dizzy, and a drop of precome trailing down the side of his shaft made him whimper.

Once again the Dib’s noises stirred Zim, giving him that feeling of power he’d felt before when he’d pinned Dib on the couch several months before. Yes, he liked having his human helpless beneath him. It was pleasing and satisfying to know that he was the only one who could bring Dib to this state of bliss, that he was the only one who could bring him fulfillment. Zim pulled his tongue out and raised his head, his eyes narrowed to two thin lines of scarlet as he reached down between his own legs and began to coax his stiffening member out of the sheath. “What do you want, Dib-worm?” he hissed, licking at the head of Dib’s member.

“You…” Dib groaned, straining at his bonds again. “Only you.”

Zim growled, retracting his spider-legs, then reaching back and pulling the small vial out of his pak again. There were only a few drops of oil left, but now that he was on board The Massive, he could get more. He emptied the vial out into his hand and stroked the oil onto his member, feeling a swell of pride at the way Dib was watching his hand move. As he positioned himself at Dib’s entrance, Zim leaned forward and purred into Dib’s ear. “I know.”

Dib gasped when Zim thrust in to the hilt in one hard motion, and he wrapped his legs tightly around Zim’s waist, panting his name.

Zim bit Dib’s neck roughly, dragging his tongue over the human’s flesh, reveling in the salty taste of it. As his hips jerked and pounded into Dib’s body, Zim became less aware of how hard he was biting him, and when his tongue lashed out over Dib’s skin again, there was a sharp new taste that made him freeze. He lifted his head, his antennae pricking forward in puzzlement as he looked down at Dib’s neck.

When Zim stopped thrusting, Dib moaned in protest and squeezed his legs tighter around Zim’s waist. “C’mon, don’t stop, Zim, please!!”

“You’re bleeding.”

Dib blinked at him, then growled, squeezing hard with his legs and baring his teeth. “I don’t care, just keep going…”

Zim’s eyes widened a little in surprise at Dib’s intensity, then narrowed again as he grinned. Zim growled, thrusting into him again, picking up the pace until the gel bladder under the sheets was waving and wobbling with his movements. As Dib gasped and moaned, Zim reached down between them and tugged on the human’s shaft, wanting to elicit the exquisite pressure around his member that always came with Dib’s release.

Dib’s breaths started hitching, and he hissed through his teeth. “Ha-arder…” When Zim obliged he groaned in ecstasy, uttering a few short whimpers and then a wail of surprise when Zim leaned back and started hitting his spot. Dib thrashed and grunted, his whole body trembling as he teetered on the edge for a few more seconds, then let go with a guttural cry.

Zim gasped as the friction between their bodies intensified, and he leaned forward, bending Dib double as he started to pound into his body straight down, groaning as Dib gasped for air. In less than a minute he kicked sharply at the bedsheets, his release flowing into Dib’s passage. He moved back so that Dib could lie flat again, and watched as his human panted breathlessly, his cheeks flushed and his forehead soaked with sweat. And in that moment it finally dawned on him that he wanted this to happen over and over again and never stop. Zim clenched his eyes closed, his antennae flattening against his skull as he mumbled something under his breath.

Dib tensed, his eyes widening and his heart almost stopping in his chest. He blinked at Zim, absolutely dumbstruck, but when the Irken finally met his eyes, Dib’s expression softened and he sighed. “I love you too.”
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