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Chapter 81: Vindication

***heh, just a little added disclaimer for some autoerotic asphyxiation in this chapter.***

The crowd gathered on Irk was immense, the Armada ships having occupied every landing pad in the capital city.

Purple and Red were in the custody of four Elite Guards, the latter uttering curses and obscenities in Irken that made even Purple’s eyes widen.

“Someone really ought to gag him.” Zim muttered, peeking out with his good eye at the endless crowd from where he stood in the corridor that led out onto the enormous platform. The Control Brain of Irk was stationed behind the platform, aware of everything occurring around it, and also aware of the rumours of insubordination in the Armada, as well as an attempt to usurp control of the Empire from the current Tallests, Red and Purple.

Dib was wearing a simple Advisor’s robe, a deep magenta coloured garment that extended all the way to his feet. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he was watching everything going on with an air of thinly veiled interest.

Advisor Kha approached Zim and Dib, nodding to the Irken and smiling a little. “We have full attendance. You can start the proceedings any time you wish.”

Zim nodded, taking a deep breath. His squeedlyspooch was churning, flipping and wriggling inside of him. The semi-opaque white orb in his right eye socket caught the light, and he turned to Dib, letting out a shaky sigh. “I…I can’t believe we’re here…finally…”

Dib smiled, walking over and hugging Zim tightly. “You’re going to do just fine.”

The Irken wrapped his arms around Dib, resting his chin on the human’s shoulder for a long moment. “The only thing I’m worried about is the Control Brain…it has the authority to refuse to Ordain me.”

Dib took Zim’s face in his hands, gazing seriously into the Irken’s good eye. “Listen to me, Zim. You have the entire Armada behind you. Never underestimate the power of the people when it comes to politics.”

Zim half-smiled, then nodded to the guards holding Red and Purple. “Well…let’s begin, shall we?”

As they walked out onto the platform, there was a deafening roar of cheering, and Zim took a step back for a moment, blinking in absolute shock before grinning triumphantly and continuing forward. Walking to the front of the platform, he raised both arms, ordering quiet from the hundreds of thousands of Irkens standing on the ground below him.

“My people…” he began, “I have gone through countless trials to be here today…as have the many Irkens who have stood by me, pledging loyalty to me in hopes of making a new and better Empire a reality.” Zim waited for the cheering to die down before continuing. “And I promise you all of the things that I have promised my crew and the officers of the Armada: recognition and respect. No longer will drones be forced to work for slave wages! No more will the shortest Irkens be denied high ranks in the service of the Empire! Dedication and loyalty to our great Empire should be rewarded, not squandered!”

There was almost a full minute of shocked silence before it began; a murmur of voices, and then applause. And seconds later, a wave of cheering began that lasted for almost five full minutes, despite Zim’s attempts to regain quiet. After the first minute and a half, Zim dropped his arms and smiled self-deprecatingly, waiting for the ecstatic crowd to finish before he moved on.

“Thank you, my fellow Irkens…” He bit his lip for a moment, then stepped back. “As your Tallest, I will ensure that each and every Irken has the opportunity to advance…to be something great in the service of the Empire. Every Irken, whether he or she is born into the Elite status or not, will be granted a chance to go to the Academy.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed as he jutted his chin out and shook a gloved fist. “While I head this Empire, no Irken will suffer scorn for their status! Every Tech, every drone, every soldier…each and every one is important to keeping this Empire functional, and it’s time that that was recognized!”

Another round of cheering met this statement, and Zim felt his heart soaring. As the crowd finally went quiet again, Zim suddenly grew solemn. “But until I am Ordained, these promises are simply words. You all know as well as I do that I have no authority to order these changes unless I have the approval of the Control Brain here today. I will not embarrass the loyal subjects of the Empire by asking you to ignore such an important procedure and recognize me as Tallest without regard to this Control Brain’s decision.”

There was quiet now, and many of the Irkens gathered below nodded in agreement.

Zim turned to face the Control Brain, his heart beating a little faster now, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

This was going to be the hardest part of all…

“Control Brain!” Zim barked, standing stiffly at attention before the mass of screens and metallic tentacles. “I am here today to take my place as the Tallest Irken in the Empire.” He could feel his hands sweating inside of his gloves, but he held his antennae proudly at attention in spite of his nervousness.

A wide beam scanned Zim from head to foot, and after a moment of silence, the Control Brain spoke.

“Irken Zim, you have no right to Ordainment. Your height does not exceed that of Tallest Red and Tallest Purple.”

Zim clenched his fists as Red and Purple started laughing at him. Turning, he motioned to the guards holding the two Irkens prisoner.

“Bring them forward.”

As the High Guards prodded Red and Purple in the backs with their staves, the two former Tallests sneered at Zim.

“You lose, Zim.” Red purred.

Zim snarled at him. “Silence, Red, or I will have you gagged.” Turning back to the Control Brain, Zim resumed his stance. “I challenge your decision. Measure them and the evidence is clear: I am Tallest in this Empire.”

“Because you cheated, you impudent little bast—” Red shouted, unable to finish as Zim cut him off.

“GAG HIM!! I’ve had enough!”

Purple looked between the two, his antennae lowering as a gag was roughly fastened to Red’s mouth, muffling his enraged shouts and vehement cursing.

Grinding his teeth, Zim repeated himself. “Control Brain…by virtue of measurement, I am Taller than Irkens Red and Purple. I challenge your decision and ask that you perform a scan to prove that your data is correct.”

After a few seconds, the bright beam ran up and down each of the former Tallests, who were standing as straight as they could, glaring angrily at Zim.

The Control Brain was silent for a long time, as if it were confused. Finally it spoke, its voice thick with disdain.

“Irkens do not shrink, Irken Zim. Your challenge is overridden due to foul play.”

There was a roar of disapproval from the crowd, and Zim scowled, ignoring Purple’s laughter.

“You have my height and the will of the Irken people going against your decision, Mighty Brain.” Zim’s voice was cool and calculating, with a razor-sharp edge to it. “Is it possible that you have lost touch with the Irken laws you are programmed to maintain?”

The Brain was silent, and Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Of course, there is a very easy way to remedy this; however, I have no desire to murder two of my fellow Irkens in front of such a large audience.”

Purple gaped at him for a moment, then scowled, his eyes narrowing hatefully. “You wouldn’t dare. Assassination is beneath even YOU, Zim.”

Sighing, Zim turned to the crowd again, spreading his arms. “You have the Brain’s answer, my fellow Irkens.”

There was another chorus of disapproval from the crowd, and Zim shook his head, waving for silence. “No, no, we Irkens are sworn to abide by the decisions of our Control Brains. Unless I grow Taller, which isn’t likely, or Red and Purple both die before you today, I am not to be made Tallest, and cannot rule you.”

Again the sounds of disappointment, despair and anger began to roll through the crowd like waves, and Zim’s antennae dropped against his head. What could he do? If he killed Red and Purple, he would be held accountable, and as such, he would lose everything he’d worked so hard to achieve…

Zim was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when something landed at his feet. It was a handheld laser pistol, thrown onto the stage by one of the Irkens in attendance. He blinked, his antennae pricking forward as a few more landed on the stage, and then suddenly weapons were being passed forward through the crowd and piled in front of him.

“Traitors!” Purple gasped, his antennae pressing against his skull in fear. “They…they’re all traitors!! How can they do this?!”

Red merely scowled, unable to reply because of the gag.

Bending down, Zim picked up one of the guns, standing straight and looking over the crowd with his good eye before activating the gun and turning, walking back to stand before the Control Brain.

“You have the verdict of the Irken people, Control Brain. Do you still refuse to Ordain me peacefully, and save this bloodshed?” His eyes were narrowed, antennae stiff with resolve.

When Zim’s only answer was silence, he sighed and shook his head. Walking over to Red and Purple, Zim nodded to the guards. “Put them on their knees.”

Red and Purple both gaped at Zim as they were forced down onto the platform, and Zim gazed down at Red impassively, moving around him and putting the barrel of the gun to the base of his skull, where it would effectively sever the PAK’s connection to his brain and kill him instantly.

Eyes narrowing, he called out to the Control Brain.

“You have ten seconds to decide. I don’t want to do this, but I am prepared to execute these two if you still refuse to Ordain me to the position my height entails.”

Setting his jaw, Zim began to count steadily. “Ten…”

“Please, Zim, don’t…” Purple breathed, gazing up at him in horror. “Don’t do this…”

“Nine.”

Dib held his breath, looking at the crowd and then back at Zim.

“Eight…”

The crowd watched in stern and solemn silence, the Massive’s crew watching intently, their expressions impassive. They had already devoted themselves to Zim, and had no qualms about Red and Purple being executed in order to ensure that Zim took his place as Tallest.

“Seven…” Zim glared at the Control Brain, his gaze unrelenting.

“Six…

five…

four…

three…

two…”

Dib turned away, not wanting to see the result of a killing shot being fired at such a short range.

“One.”

Red held his breath and clenched his eyes closed, his antennae pressing flat against his skull.

“Irken Zim…” The Control Brain paused for almost a full minute before speaking again. “Return to the platform and discard your uniform.”

Grinning triumphantly, Zim set the weapon aside and took up his place in front of the Control Brain once more, removing his gloves and boots. Two Advisors carried a large Irken flag over to where he stood, stretching it out between them so that it served as a curtain between Zim and the crowd as he removed the rest of his clothing.

“Irken Zim,” the Control Brain’s tone was extremely irritated and more than a little bitter. “Put forth your hands.”

Zim felt a rush of exhilaration surge through him. He held out his arms, and two snakelike coils descended from the underside of the Control Brain, the ends opening up. The wide tubes slid over Zim’s hands, closing around his wrists, his hands concealed inside. Zim clenched his teeth, not making a sound as the ceremonial procedure was executed.

Dib watched, puzzled, wondering what was going on. But when the tubes released Zim’s hands and both thumbs were missing, his jaw dropped open.

Snakelike arms jetted out from every part of the Control Brain, and when they retracted, Zim stood proudly in full Tallest garb, his gauntlets shining. The Advisors folded the flag neatly, then stepped back and saluted, standing at attention.

Another arm shot out from the Control Brain, inserting itself into Zim’s PAK.

“Irken Zim, no longer Food Service Drone, you have been made Tallest, ruler of the Irken Empire.” The serpentine arm detached from Zim’s PAK and disappeared back into the Control Brain, and the Brain was silent.

Dib ran over and threw his arms around Zim, holding him tightly, and there was applause throughout the crowd which quickly grew into a cacophony of shouting, cheering and Irken noisemakers.

“Tallest Zim ROCKS!!!” Someone in the crowd yelled out.

Zim smiled, blushing a little at the exclamation, wrapping his arms around Dib and uttering a shuddery sigh.

“We did it.” Dib breathed. “You did it.”

*

As the crowd began to disperse to engage in the festivities their new Tallest had arranged prior to his arrival, Zim nodded to Tak’s guards and motioned for them to bring her forward.

“You were right, you know.”

Tak glared at the ground between her feet. “How do you mean…my…Tallest?” She made a face as she said the word, a feeling of utter despondency filling her at the knowledge that that was how she would have to address him for the remainder of her existence or the duration of his rule, whichever wound up being longer.

Zim smirked, reaching out and tilting her chin up with one gauntleted hand, gazing into her amethyst eyes as he lowered his hand once more. “I’m not much of an Invader.”

Tak flinched, assuming that Zim would simply dispose of her now that he had the power to do so.

Antennae stiffening proudly, Zim continued. “Invaders conquer alone; I conquered with the help of my mate and my crew. Invaders use the resources given to them by the Armada; I used the resources on the planet I had been banished to. Invaders conquer to add power to the Empire; I conquered to achieve my own power.” He grinned. “You were right all along. I’m not much of an Invader, Tak.”

She gazed at him for a long moment, her purple eyes contemplating him before she spoke. “You’ve changed.”

He grinned, nodding. “So have you…Invader Tak.”

Tak’s antennae pricked forward, her eyes wide. “You’re making me an Invader?”

Zim nodded, smiling self-deprecatingly. “Consider this my way of…atoning for my errors in the past.”

Overwhelmed, Tak eventually lowered her antennae and saluted. “Thank you…my Tallest.”

“Your first mission is in the works, Invader Tak.” Zim nodded. “It will likely be a very challenging one, as the race actually has some Irken technology at their disposal.”

She cocked her head slightly. “What planet have I been assigned to?”

Zim grinned. “Earth.”

***

Later that evening, Dib lay with Zim in the Royal Den, both of them stretched out on a disgustingly enormous bed.

Dib stroked his fingertips over Zim’s bare hands, his expression concerned. “Are they sore?”

Zim shrugged. “Yes, but the pain will go away in time.”

“Why did the Control Brain do that to you?”

The Irken chuckled. “It’s part of the ceremony of becoming Tallest, a tradition almost as old as Irk itself. It’s to show that the Tallest has so much power that he or she can rule the Empire with only two fingers.”

Dib nodded. “I see…” He smiled. “You looked amazing.”

“Of course I did.” Zim smirked, then leaned down and kissed Dib softly, lifting his head and smiling. “Thank you.”

Dib purred, then cocked his head slightly, his expression curious. “So what happened to Red and Purple?”

Zim grinned. “I had them sent to Planet Dirt, where they’ll be placed on a janitorial squad.” He smiled almost fondly. “I didn’t have the heart to send them to Foodcourtia…that’s a little too cruel, even for me.”

The human chewed his lip for a long moment, concern evident in his voice. “What about Lokis?”

“I’ve already sent his Notice of Pardon, he’ll be released tomorrow, at which point he’ll be brought here to join in the festivities.”

Dib smiled, sighing in relief. “Thank you.”

Zim grunted, shrugging a shoulder. “To be honest, I’m thinking of letting all of the Vortian people go. They were powerful allies…I never understood why Red and Purple sent Invader Larb to conquer an allied planet.”

“I don’t think a lot of people understood some of the things those morons did.”

The Irken snickered, nodding. “Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point there.”

Rolling on top of his Irken lover, Dib ran his lips over Zim’s neck, grinning when the former Invader shivered. Pausing to lift his head, Dib smiled, resting his chin on one hand. “So, what’ll your first order as Tallest be?”

Eyes narrowing, Zim growled. “I have a pair of Planet Jackers who need to be taught some manners.” His lips curved into a maniacal grin, sadistic delight glittering in the depths of his good eye. “I’m debating on how long I’m going to torture them before I put them in a pod and jettison them into their own sun.”

Dib chuckled, shaking his head. “I love it when you’re devious, Zim.”

Zim’s grin was smug, his eyes drifting closed as he began to stroke Dib’s back. “Do you know what one of my favourite things about today was?”

Dib cocked his head slightly, quirking a brow as he reached up and began to pinch and flick at the tips of Zim’s antennae. “What?”

The Irken moaned softly, still grinning. “Having Sizz-Lorr dragged bodily out of the crowd and forced into a Happy Shloogorg costume full of white-hot grease.”

“That was pretty damned funny.” Dib snickered. “But what’s so special about it?”

Zim’s good eye darkened with a hatred he didn’t bother to conceal. “I wanted that sick filth-creature to see what it was like.” His grin returning, the tall Irken sneered. “And he’s going to do it every stinking day for the rest of his existence. Or until I get tired of him.” Zim snickered, sadistic glee sparkling in his eyes. “I had his precious feeding hole burned to the ground, and hired Gashloog on board The Massive as a personal food service drone.”

His human lover chuckled, shaking his head. “Payback’s a bitch, huh?” Dib rolled the tips of Zim’s antennae between his fingers, smiling affectionately at the Irken’s soft gasps. “I’ve been meaning to ask, where’s GIR? I haven’t seen him since the Ordination, and that worries me.”

The ex-Invader smirked. “Well, it turns out that I was able to have Tak’s old SIR unit repaired.”

“Mimi?”

“Eh-heh…yeah...”

Dib blinked, his eyes suddenly widening. “Ohhhh, so THAT’S why he was wearing that samba outfit!” He laughed. “Man, I hope someone catches that on tape, it ought to be pretty damn cute.”

Zim snorted. “I take it GIR never humped your leg while he was wearing his disguise.”

The human laughed, shaking his head. “Only once. I said I’d tell the piggy he was being cheated on and he never did it again.”

“Huh. Good idea.” The Irken stretched, then snickered. “I hope Tak can still utilize Mimi when GIR is finished with her…”

Dib ran his fingers down Zim’s antennae, then began to massage them at the bases where they emerged from his lover’s skull. “Speaking of Tak, I wanted to ask you a favour.”

“Mmm-hmm?” Zim purred, his eyes drifting closed as his antennae were rubbed and caressed.

“You assigned Tak to Earth, right?” At Zim’s lazy nod, Dib flashed a sadistic grin of his own. “Perfect. There’s a certain group of humans who I want to have special treatment.”

Zim’s good eye slitted open and he grinned almost hungrily at the look on Dib’s face. “Oh?”

“The Swollen Eyeball.” Dib muttered, his smile fading. “I want them to know how wrong they were about me.” He shrugged a shoulder idly, “I mean, I can’t hate them for kicking me out of their little club, because if I’d ever succeeded in exposing you to them,” he lowered his head and brushed his lips over Zim’s cheek, “I might not be with you right now.”

“Mmm, true…” The Irken turned his head and kissed his lover deeply, his fingers digging into the human’s back as he broke the kiss and ran his lips along Dib’s jaw.

“Zim?” Dib gasped, running his hands down Zim’s sides. “I was wondering…”

Zim quirked an antenna, his good eye narrowing. “What?”

His cheeks flushing, Dib cleared his throat. “Could you put your uniform back on?”

The Irken blinked at him, his expression confused. “I threw it away.”

“No, no…I meant…well…your Tallest one.”

For a long moment, Zim frowned in confusion, but realisation eventually dawned and he grinned. “Oh, I see,” he snickered. “I suppose I could do that…” Shoving Dib aside, Zim rose to his feet and donned his armour, craning his neck as he placed the hover rings around his middle. As he closed the gauntlets over his hands, he turned around and strode towards the bed, a proud grin on his face. “Well, human?”

Dib knelt on the edge of the bed, reaching out and running his fingertips over the smooth metal chest plate, the colour of the armour perfectly matched to that of Zim’s good eye. His hands moved up to grip the silver shoulder guards, and Dib lifted his head, his gaze sultry as he licked his lips. “My Tallest…” he purred.

Zim groaned, the title sending a rush of heat through his blood. “Yesss…” he hissed, his antennae stiffening aggressively as he shoved Dib down and climbed on top of him, raking his nails down his lover’s bare chest, the cold metal of his gauntlets pressing against the human’s skin. “Say it again…”

A shudder ran down Dib’s spine at the sibilant sound of Zim’s voice, and he ran his hands over the shining armour, mesmerized by the way it gleamed in the light. “Zim…my Tallest…”

A low growl rumbled in Zim’s throat as he gazed down at his lover, running his fingertips over the Irken insignia on Dib’s chest. His hand ran downward until it was poised over the lower portion of Dib’s robes, at which point Zim pulled his hand away, four beautiful new spider-legs extending from his PAK to make quick work of the fabric, tearing it open in one swift movement and tossing it aside.

Dib jerked, taken off guard by the action, awed by the spectacle Zim presented with his full Tallest garb accentuated by the beautiful silver appendages. “New set of legs, huh?” he murmured, sitting up a little.

Zim grinned, running a fingertip up the length of Dib’s hardened shaft. “A thousand times more effective, with greater accuracy, and more tools than any other Irken could dream of.”

Zim’s touch made Dib’s breath hitch, and he reached out, gripping Zim’s shoulder plates and pulling him down, grabbing one of Zim’s antennae and guiding it to his mouth so that he could suck on it.

The Irken groaned, stretching out on top of him, straddling one of Dib’s legs and grinding his emerging shaft against the human’s hip through the soft fabric of his Tallest robes. “Dib…hrrr…” As the human laved and sucked at his antenna, Zim continued to run his nails over Dib’s chest, although he was always careful to avoid the tattoo, the insignia far too sacred for him to dishonour in such a manner.

“Hmm, am I getting you hot, my Tallest?” Dib flashed him a coy grin, taking the other antenna between his lips and sucking on it.

Zim growled, pressing his clothed shaft harder against Dib’s body. “Perhaps…”

Dib reached down between them and cupped Zim’s erection, pressing the heel of his palm against it, kneading and rubbing in slow circles.

Uttering a low growl, Zim bit his human’s bare shoulder, laving his tongue over the skin, hissing when Dib nipped at the tip of one of his antennae.

“Zim…” Dib gasped as he was pushed down against the mattress by the weight of Zim’s armour, the metal warm with the heat of both of their bodies. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed both of Zim’s antennae in his hands and began to rub his fingers down the length. “Tallest…”

Zim sat up slowly, his scarlet eye glittering as he glared down at Dib hungrily. Rolling off of him, the Irken moved back and sat against the headboard of the bed, his legs slightly spread beneath his robe as he opened the front of it, taking his stiff member out and rubbing it with one gauntleted hand. “Get up here, Dib-slave.”

A wry grin curled Dib’s lip as he rolled over and crawled up to rest on his hands and knees over Zim’s waist, one eye narrowing. “Yes, my Tallest?”

The Irken’s eyes drifted closed and he uttered a low purr, stroking a few more times before looking down at his human lover and fixing him with an intense stare. “Serve me.”

Dib smirked. “What can I get for you?”

The Irken’s eyes darkened and he growled menacingly, one hand shooting out and catching Dib by the throat, his two fingers bracketing the human’s jugular. “Serve me with your mouth, dirt-child.”

A thrill coursed through Dib’s entire body, sending goosebumps running down his arms and spine. He swallowed hard and nodded, lowering his head and running his tongue over the tip of Zim’s erection, gathering some of the minty essence from the small slit and licking his lips.

Zim gasped and then moaned softly, his head falling back against the headboard again as he watched with his good eye, the scarlet orb heavy-lidded.

Moving up a little more, Dib nuzzled Zim’s shaft, sliding his tongue down to the base and flicking the tip over the lips of his lover’s sheath, his cheeks flushing at Zim’s loud groan of pleasure. A sharp tug at his hair led him back up to the tip of Zim’s shaft, and he smirked as the Irken tried to shove him down on his length.

“Stop teasing, human.” Zim growled, trying again to push the human down.

Shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly, Dib took the tip between his lips and slid down on him entirely, his nose rubbing against Zim’s belly as he slid the tip of his tongue into the lower apex of his lover’s sheath, holding the length of Zim’s shaft in his throat.

Zim gasped and ground his teeth, his antennae pressing flat against his skull as he arched and purred his human’s name, resting a gauntleted hand on the nape of Dib’s neck. “Hrrr, suck harder…” He spread his clothed legs, jerking his hips upward against his lover’s mouth.

Dib nearly gagged, growling and brushing his teeth against the sensitive flesh in retaliation.

A low snarl rumbled in Zim’s chest. “No teeth, Dib.”

Sliding his mouth off of Zim’s shaft, Dib snickered. “Or what?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Or you’ll be disciplined, Dib-bitch.”

“Ooooh, I’m scared.” Dib flicked the tip of Zim’s shaft with his finger, grinning at the Irken’s hiss of discomfort. He didn’t have a chance to enjoy it for long, as a second later one of Zim’s new spider legs had a coil wrapped tightly around his neck, the flexible metal cord unrelenting as Dib gasped and pulled at it with one hand.

“Suck me or it tightens.” Zim grinned, his eyes narrowed sadistically.

Shuddering, Dib lowered his head again, lapping at the tip of Zim’s shaft before taking him in his mouth again and sliding downward until the stiff flesh was sheathed in his throat once more.

“I knew you’d see it my way…” Zim purred, jerking upward lightly with the mock-noose, simply to see what his lover would do.

The simple non-verbal assertion of force made Dib moan around the stiff flesh in his mouth, and his fists clenched in the satiny sheets, tugging at them a little as he moved down again and swallowed hard on Zim’s shaft.

“Ah!!” Zim gasped, jerking slightly at the snug grip on his aching flesh. He gave another gentle tug at the coil around Dib’s neck, hissing when his lover growled, the vibrations sinking into his shaft.

His cheeks flushed, Dib laved his tongue up and down Zim’s length, one hand sliding into the opening at the front of Zim’s robes to bracket the underside of the stiff member, his palm pressed flat against the sheath. Flicking his tongue over the shaft again, he began to knead and rub with his palm, grinning when Zim started moaning and writhing under him.

“Dib…gahhh…” Zim jerked his hips up into the tantalizing pressure, his antennae pressing against his skull as he clenched his eyes closed, groaning and riding the sensations.

Working the upper half of his mate’s shaft with his mouth, Dib took the base in his hand, palm still pressing against the sheath as he began to rub in slow circles, a bead of sweat running down one of his temples as Zim’s groans started to increase in volume.

The Irken ground his teeth, arching and tossing his head, his sounds of pleasure escalating to an almost continuous moan when Dib’s palm started moving harder and faster against his sheath. “Dib…ah…ah, yes, good…ahhh, Irk!!” He kicked at the sheets, trying to grind into the sensation, frowning in confusion when Dib pulled off of his length, opening his mouth to snap something at him and winding up screaming instead as the human’s hot tongue plunged inside the upper apex of his sheath while his palm continued grinding rapidly against the lower. Zim bucked violently, yowling as the first spasms sent his seed coursing out over his belly, oozing over the metal hover rings. He wrenched at his lover’s hair, snarling and pulling him up for a vicious kiss, claiming Dib’s mouth roughly as he released the cord from around the human’s neck, his spider leg withdrawing into his PAK once more.

Dib smiled against Zim’s lips, uttering a gratified purr as he ran his hands over his lover’s armour again.

When his pulse finally slowed to a less erratic rate, Zim broke the kiss, sighing shakily and resting his forehead against Dib’s. “Mmm…” Lowering his head, he began to lick his own essence from one of Dib’s cheeks, his eyes drifting closed.

“I take it you enjoyed that, huh?” Dib chuckled, nuzzling Zim’s temple.

Zim’s only answer was a contented purr, and he looped his arms around Dib’s waist, his gauntlets resting in the small of the human’s back.

Dib sighed and rested his head against Zim’s chest, reveling in the embrace, Zim’s armour warm against his skin. “I love you…” a smile crept across his face, and he nuzzled his lover’s jaw. “…my Tallest.”

The Irken grinned and pulled Dib closer against his body, licking his lips. “I love you, Dib.” He slid one of his fingers down Dib’s spine, trailing the tip over the crease between his lover’s buttocks, snickering at the human’s soft mewl.

“Zim…” Dib arched against him, his eyes drifting closed as the head of his shaft slid against one of Zim’s seed-coated hover rings, making him shudder.

Sliding his tongue along the column of Dib’s throat, Zim uttered a low purr, rolling so that he was stretched out on top of the human again. Letting his eyes drift closed, he began to lap slowly at the scratches on Dib’s chest, pausing to circle his tongue around one nipple.

Dib’s breath hitched and he moaned softly, reaching down and stroking his mate’s antennae with both hands, arching against him.

Eventually Zim pulled back, his eyes opening, then narrowing to slits as he took in the sight of his human’s body. “Mine…” he growled, grabbing Dib’s hips and squeezing them hard.

The word made Dib smile, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “Always.”

Zim bared his teeth, a spider-leg extending from his PAK and lightly circling the Invader insignia tattooed on Dib’s chest. “I want my name on your body…like this…”

Dib blinked at him in surprise. “You do?”

The Irken nodded, beginning to trace the crisp lines of the symbol with the tip of the metal appendage. “Yes. Until the day you expire.”

His cheeks flushing a little darker, Dib cleared his throat. “I…I’m touched, honestly…” Running his fingertips up and down the shining metal spider-leg, Dib smiled again. “You’d have to have Tak bring a tattoo artist from Earth, unless you have an Irken equivalent on hand.”

“I’m not certain if such a thing would work on an Irken body. Our rate of healing is far superior to yours.” Zim muttered haughtily.

Dib chuckled, continuing to run his fingers up and down the metal appendage. “Yeah, yeah…”

Eyes narrowing again, Zim smacked Dib’s hand away, making a quick motion with the spider-leg before withdrawing it into his PAK once more. Grinning and cocking his head, he gazed down at his signature emblazoned on the human’s skin in fine Irken ink. “That will do for now.”

Looking down at the dark Irken lettering, Dib felt an odd sense of…rightness about having it there. Stamped right over his heart with the insignia, it seemed like it had always been there, always belonged there. Suddenly overcome by emotion, he reached out and drew Zim down, holding him tightly and nuzzling his cheek. “Thank you…”

Puzzled, Zim stroked Dib’s back, wondering if something was wrong. “Did I upset you?”

Dib shook his head, brushing his lips across Zim’s skin. “No…not at all. I like it…it means a lot to me, is all.”

Zim smiled, uttering a soft purr as his mate ran his soft mouth along his neck. “Well, it should. I am Tallest, after all.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Dib laughed.

The Irken snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “Says you.” Leaning back, Zim raked his gaze over the human’s body once more. “Lie down…” Eyes narrowing, Zim’s antennae flattened against his skull, his voice a low and lustful growl. “Show me what’s mine…what belongs to me.”

Feeling a shudder run down his spine at the heat of his lover’s gaze, Dib stretched out on his back, tilting his head slightly to one side, his eyes on Zim’s.

“On your belly now.” Zim growled, his fingers twitching. “I want to see everything.”

Dib could feel his cheeks burning now, and he drew his knees up, careful not to kick Zim as he rolled onto his stomach, looking back over his shoulder curiously.

In one quick move Zim was on top of him, laving his tongue over Dib’s shoulder before turning his head and digging his teeth into the human’s neck.

The sharp pain made Dib gasp in surprise, but he uttered a long moan of pleasure as Zim ran his gauntleted hands down his arms, nipping and sucking at the sensitive curve between his neck and shoulder.

Already feeling the arousal starting to course through his veins, Zim began to grind against Dib’s body, purring his mate’s name as he panted into his ear. “Dib…mine…”

Dib shuddered as the soft fabric of Zim’s robe caressed the backs of his thighs, moaning and tilting his head back, his cheek pressed against Zim’s as he felt his lover hardening against his backside.

Zim wrapped his arm around Dib’s neck, biting his lover’s ear as he pressed his gauntlet against the human’s throat. “Filthy human…” Zim panted hoarsely into Dib’s ear, “…always making me want to breed…”

“You know you love it, though…” Dib rasped, tilting his head back as Zim began to cut off his air supply, sending a rush of almost unbearable heat through his entire body.

“I do…” Zim snickered, feeling the human respond to the pressure of the gauntlet against his throat, a wry grin curling his lips. “Tell me what you want.” Increasing the pressure slightly, Zim jerked his hips, forcing his stiff shaft roughly against Dib’s body. “More?”

“Yes…” Dib licked his lips, shuddering. “My Tallest.”

Zim growled, pressing a little harder. “You’re so twisted, Dib…” He bit Dib’s shoulder again, not relenting until he tasted the strange, sweet tang of the human’s blood against his tongue.

Dib mewled, his fists clenching in the sheets as he shivered and pushed back against the weight of Zim’s body.

Continuing to grind against him, Zim hissed into his mate’s ear. “You want this, don’t you? This perversion…you want me to choke you.”

“Is that bad?” Dib panted, starting to feel light-headed, moisture from the tip of his shaft disappearing into the smooth sheets.

Zim chuckled, squeezing his gauntlet harder against Dib’s throat. “No. I quite enjoy it, actually.”

Dib gasped for breath, his eyes rolling back as he started twitching and grinding against the bed, tugging at the sheets in his white-knuckled grip. Just as his vision started to go dark at the edges, he felt Zim release him, and he collapsed to the bed with a rasping mewl, shoving a hand under his body to squeeze his shaft as he started grinding frantically against the bed. “Oh god…Zim…”

The Irken snarled, grabbing Dib’s arm and pulling it out from under him. “Don’t you dare.”

Moaning loudly in protest, Dib tried to repeat the action with his other hand, growling in frustration when Zim pulled that arm away as well, restraining both of his hands with coils from the tips of his spider-legs.

“Defiant little worm-baby…” Zim snickered. “Remind me to punish you later.” A wild grin crossed his face as he moved back and grabbed Dib’s ankles, spreading them wide so that his lover’s entrance was completely exposed.

Dib squirmed in the compromising position, yelping when his back end was hefted in the air by Zim’s lower spider legs, one looped around each leg just where his thigh and groin met. “Z-Zim, jeez, what are you d—AHH!!” He kicked sharply as Zim’s serpentine tongue stroked over and around his balls, then slid up between his cheeks, teasing his sensitive hole with tantalizing flicks and sweeps. “A-a-ah, Zim!!” He mewled and tugged at the restraints on his wrists, his fists clenched tightly. “Ah, don’t stop, please don’t stop!!”

The Irken growled, biting Dib sharply on the inside of one thigh, gratified by the human’s yelp of pain. “Address me properly…”

“Tallest,” Dib panted, licking dry lips and squirming in the confines of his lover’s metal appendages. “Please, my Tallest, don’t stop…”

Zim sneered and released one of Dib’s wrists, reaching out with the spider leg and opening a drawer in a stand next to the bed, retrieving a tube of clear gel.

Panting, Dib turned his head slightly. “What’s that?”

Zim grinned, opening the tube effortlessly. “Something I should’ve acquired a long time ago, but didn’t have the opportunity to get until now.”

Dib squeaked as a cool gelatinous substance dripped directly onto his entrance, moaning and clawing at the sheets as Zim began to rub it into the puckered skin with the tips of his fingers. “G-gah, Zim…” he shook his head, correcting himself quickly, “M-my Tallest…ah…”

Growling softly, Zim plunged one of his long fingers into Dib’s passage, curling it and stroking the human’s soft inner walls until he was rewarded with a sharp cry. Reaching down, he stroked his shaft a few times, using his spider legs to pull Dib toward him. Taking a moment to accurately position himself, Zim grinned, leaning forward and purring right into Dib’s ear. “Tell me what you want most in the Empire, Dib.”

“You,” was Dib’s breathy reply. “Only you…my Tallest…”

“And…?” Zim restrained both of his lover’s wrists again, yanking them upward so that Dib was held spread-eagled, the opening to the human’s lean body poised mere millimetres from the tip of Zim’s straining shaft.

Dib whimpered, tugging at the restraints on his wrists and finding that they were just as strong as the ones holding his thighs spread open. “And…your…” He shook his head, moaning in frustration. “Put it in me, Zim, please!! You’re driving me insane!”

Zim snickered, shaking his head and reaching down, grasping his shaft in his gauntleted hand and using the tip to tease the rim of Dib’s hole. “Say it. Ask me nicely for what you want, Dib-slave.”

Grinding his teeth, Dib snarled. “I want your dick, Zim. I want you to put it in me and fuck me with it until both of us come.”

The Irken snickered, dipping the first inch of his length into Dib’s hole. “I said ask nicely.”

Dib’s cheeks flushed deeply and he clenched his fists. “Damn it, Zim!!” Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, then moaned. “Please fuck me, my Tallest.”

A low growl was Dib’s only warning before all four metal legs wrenched him downward and he was impaled on Zim’s shaft.

“FUCK!!!” He writhed and kicked as Zim’s spider legs held him down on the Irken’s hard length, the lack of thrusting absolutely maddening. “Zim, Tallest…please!! Why won’t you—”

“Because I want to see your face.” Zim hissed, pulling Dib off of him and dropping him on the bed, using his hands to roll his lover onto his back. Hooking his arms under Dib’s knees, Zim yanked them upwards as his spider legs disappeared into his PAK once more. “You wanted me in uniform, I’ll be damned if you’re not watching me while I’m making you scream.” Holding Dib’s legs against his shoulder plates, Zim slammed his length into his lover’s passage, his teeth bared as he leaned forward and started to rut him with passionate force.

Dib struggled and writhed, tugging and wrenching at the sheets as he wailed and gasped for breath. “Gahhh, ZIM!!”

“That’s it, human…” Zim snarled, forcing Dib’s knees down against his chest, almost bending him double. “Say my name, Dib…my title…say it…”

“Tallest…” Dib panted, tossing his head and trying to lift his hips a little more to get Zim’s thrusts angled back on his sweet spot. “Fuck, Zim, please…”

“SAY IT!!” Zim barked, forcing Dib back further and starting to pound directly into the human’s prostate.

“TALLEST…ZIM!!”Dib howled, gasping for air as a sharp twist of Zim’s hips sent him over with a scream.

The Irken uttered a guttural snarl as Dib’s passage clenched and spasmed wildly around him, and he dug his teeth into the human’s shoulder as his seed spilt into the blindingly tight heat. “Rrrrgh…” His body twitched as the last drops of his release escaped him, and he collapsed on top of Dib with a groan, panting heavily.

Dib’s legs slid back down to the bed, his head lolling against the overstuffed pillows. “Ohhhh, damn, Zim…” He smiled dazedly, opening heavy-lidded amber eyes to gaze at his lover.

Zim smirked, panting heavily. “I know, I know. I’m amazing.”

Dib laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. “I was going to call you a stud, but I guess amazing sums it up pretty well, too.”

“Hmm.” Zim nuzzled Dib’s jaw, then kissed him softly, shuddering as his shaft slipped out of Dib’s body and sheathed itself again. Yawning widely, he flopped onto his side and pulled his lover close against his body, grunting and running a gauntleted hand down Dib’s back.

Settling against his Irken mate with a sated purr, Dib smiled, resting a hand on Zim’s hip, his fingers drifting over the soft fabric of his robe.

A contented silence filled the air for a long time before Dib finally spoke. “Zim?”

The Irken’s antennae twitched and he opened his good eye. “Hmm?”

“You were an Irken Invader, right?”

“Yes.”

“So…what’s the deal with the Control Brain? It called you a food service drone. I don’t get it.”

Zim grunted, his expression one of moderate irritation. “I was sent to work on Foodcourtia for a while, but I left in order to take part in Operation Impending Doom Two.”

“You worked at an Irken fast food joint?” Dib burst out laughing, shaking his head. “And I thought being banished to Earth was as bad as it got.”

Zim snorted and rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Dib-stink.”

THE END

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