Dib and Gaz

(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU, A GOD!)

Dib and Gaz (sixth chapter)

“I don‘t love you.”

Her words rang clearly in his desolate room. There sat Dib, on the edge of his bed, pants down and cock strained

She quickly got up and moved her panties back into position. As soon as she got them comfortably snug over her butt and crotch, Dib’s phone rang.

“Hello?” Piped Dib.

~*~*~

Gaz quickly left his room and darted for hers, locking the door behind her. She could not take it. Not anymore. She had punished herself severely for having done what she did with Dib before. But now she felt disgusted. She did not love Dib, and she kept on telling her self that, convincing herself over and over.

She got in her bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned to the shower head and turned it on until a good amount of pressure was squirting out of those tubes. She removed everything from her body: panties, shirt and socks. She got under the water and began to let her mind go. She could not get over the fact that she had fucked Dib. She turned to the wall and let the water wash over her body, then she began to touch herself with her thumb on her clit and her index finger peering her lips.

~*~*~

Dib got up and hung up the phone. He had heard static, and nothing else. He walked out of his room and into the living room. Looking for Gaz, he did a take to the kitchen and raided one of the three pizza boxes that were bought earlier that day. He munched on a half-eaten slice of pepperoni and walked back onto the living room. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV, awaiting his dad’s call. Not knowing what else to do but wait, he just sat there, munched and watched TV mindlessly.

~*~*~

Gaz was wet inside as much as she was outside. Her body craved more touch, more friction, more sin. She frigged her little button hard and fast. Standing under the hot water added the sensation of soaring heat in her loins and weakened her muscles. Her fingers kept at it with a mind of their own: poking, probing, rubbing. Her cunt dripped but hardly noticed it as the water washed away her juices. Her knees buckled and fell back against the wall hard and a thud escaped her bathroom. Dib was sure to hear it, yet not respond to it. Her heart pounded harder with every stroke, her mind flooded with euphoria, her body quaking from the spasms of an orgasm.

“Dib!” She yelped out loud.

~*~*~

Dib flipped channels on the big screen. He had heard the thud, but thought better not to investigate. Munching away at the slice in his hand, minding his own business, leaving Gaz to her self to gather her thoughts. He knew better than to rub her the wrong way now, so despite the sense of alarm within his chest, he stayed put and ate away.

He heard the door open and saw Gaz walk to the kitchen scantily dressed in a towel. She had a blue compact-looking device in her hand.

“What‘s that?” Dib asked.

“What‘s it matter to you, dork.” She answered acidly.

Munch, munch, munch.

“Is that the last fucking slice of pizza?” Gaz stopped at the threshold of the kitchen entrance. Her
eyes already calculating the demise Dib would be in for.

“No, there‘s still some in the ‘fridge. Dad bought three extra large yesterday, I think.” Answered
Dib between munches, “Figured I‘d help myself to a slice before leaving.”

Gaz kept her course and made it to the sink. She grabbed herself a cup and filled it with water, popped open the compact and dropped a pill on her mouth. She took a swig of water, then went back to the living room.

“When did dad say he‘d call?” Asked Dib.

“He didn‘t. He just said to be ready.”

~*~*~

There was blood on his gloves.

He had taken the professor by surprise as soon as he had parked the vehicle. Membrane was laid face up on the cold parking lot floor. The professor’s shirt ripped, his eyes as emotionless as a pane of glass, his skin a sickly yellow, yet there was a pulse in his heart. His assailant smiled widely. His skin was now a pitch of soot-black, though it burned on his alien skin. Abandoned by his family, country and army, Zim set out on bringing back the Irken to its former glory.

Dib became his obsession.

Dib was the only human to see Zim for what he truly was, and he was the only one determined to stop him. He blamed Dib for the loss of his communication arrays. He blamed Dib for the fall of his beloved empire. He blamed Dib for the death of the tallests (he assumed that had happened, for it was not feasible that they had truly abandoned him on Earth.)

His motivation now was revenge. Pure, unadulterated, dish-best-served-cold revenge. His plan was to repopulate his Irken blood. His desire was the enslavement of the human race. Dib would get his, oh yeah…Dib would get his.

And speaking of Dib.

“Professor, get up!” He commanded, tucking his talon back onto his military fatigues.. “You‘ll be needing your strength. You‘ve get a little Irken inside you.”

Zim’s fist rose into the air and shook.

“YOU WILL PAY DIB! YOU WILL PAAAaaay…” His eye twitched, “Gir!”

Zim looked back but did not see his near-faithful companion robot. Gir died the day of the big pulse. His personality chips did not sustained any damage, but his operating system crashed along with his long and short-term memory cache disks. His batteries were still going strong, but he was now officially empty. That day he damned the planet for being so close to the Helios star, and he damned the human filth for contributing to the decline of their own magnetic field. The pulse, a full electrical charge from the worst solar flare in the system’s history, bested everyone’s technology, yet humanity still remained on top of the species list. Zim, on the other hand, had suffered greatly.

Dib was responsible. Dib was fully to blame, and would have to be eradicated.

~*~*~

“So…” Dib whispered. Gaz grunted in acknowledgement of his silence breaker and sat beside him. She hadn’t dried her hair properly and it stuck to her shoulders. He hadn’t seen her with any length in her hair. She must be getting a bit dull, he thought.

“Umm, so…” Dib began again.

“Can it, please.” She spat. “Bad enough I‘m fucking you, I don‘t need you getting all awkward from time to time.”

“Yeah.” Was all he said.

“Get some fucking condoms, why don‘t you.” She blurted out.

“What, right now?” He asked surprised.

She pondered for a minute.

“Whenever, just get them. I did my half. Time you did yours.”

“So, what‘s the deal?”

“Just get the fucking condoms!”

Slap!

“Ow, gaddamnit!” Dib yelped. “I‘m just asking what is going on between us! Jeezus! One minute you‘re riding me, the other you‘re telling me you don‘t love me, then you‘re telling me to get prophylactics! I mean-- what the fuck are you thinking!”

She looked away immediately, embarrassed. She realized that she enjoyed it. She realized it as soon as she had called his name. She couldn’t deny it, but Dib didn’t have to know that much. I’m doing you a fucking favour, she thought, I’m letting you get some pussy.

“What we have here is a good deal.” She said. “I fuck you; you fuck me. Whenever we want it.”

“Whenever?” He asked.

She looked directly into his eyes, scowling at the thought of his inability to put two and two together.

“Yes!” She exasperated heavily. “Jeezus, you can‘t really be that dumb! I‘m not going to change my mind all of a sudden now just to torture you.”

The idea of Dib with blue balls caught her fancy. It did entice her to torture him using her new-found ability to fuck Dib’s brain out. Not shortly after did she imagine her going down on Dib, sucking down on his cock for his cum. This tickled her cunt and made her nipples stand out.

“Fuck me Dib.” She whispered quickly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She said, stood up and walked to her room.

“Ga--”

“Just get the condoms.” She said as she closed her door.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: I, again, do not own Invader Zim. Thank you.)