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Late Night Rendezvous	By : Wicabeth Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Late Night Rendezvous
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A/N: To anyone that has read my other stories, no, I haven't forgot them, I just literally have NO inspiration at the moment and all my writing seems to look like crap.. as you may notice in this story *HEADDESK*

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It was late and the Membrane house already dark, save for the light coming from Professor Membrane's lab as it did every night. Both Dib and Gaz were asleep in their respective rooms. Dib, however, was tossing while he clutched his sheets loosely to his chest. Fine beads of sweat formed upon his brow, trickling down his skin to soak into his pillow as he murmured intelligible words into the night.
Soft moans flitted through his lips as his fingers tightened around the captured material. It would appear to many that he was having a simple nightmare; that is, if you ignored the slight raise lower under the sheets. Amber eyes shot open suddenly before Dib could reach his climatic finish in both his dream and in the waking world, leaving him panting in sleep-hazed confusion momentarily. The real ache remaining between his legs called for his full attention, as it often would these days in his teenaged life.
Dib threw back his covers, beginning the nocturnal ritual he was becoming accustomed to. He brought his boxers down by hooking his thumbs into the waistband and lifting his hips, to free the hardened flesh trapped inside. A chill ran up his spine from the cool air caressing his nether regions.
His fingers fumbled along in the dark in search of his bedside drawer to retrieve the hidden bottle of lotion he kept there for these occasions. The second he found it, he wrenched it open to pour the substance into his hand before tossing it to the side. Dib bit his lower lip to keep himself quiet while he went to work.
Taking but a moment to smear the dollop of goo over his hands, he grasped his erection firmly and began to pump the shaft. Precum already saturated most of the area, but he had already learned from experience that he should always make sure he had enough lubrication. Chafing oneself while trying to masturbate was not one of his fondest memories.
Dib's wrist jerked in fluid motions over his cock and he began to recall the images of his latest dream. It was hardly a surprise to him anymore. After all, he was Dib's obsession for the past 6 years. The little green alien that he hunted constantly, trying to prove his existence to the world.
Zim.
Keeping his voice barely above a whisper, his moans filled the silence of his bedroom. No longer did he dwell on the irony that the one thing he swore he hated most was usually the cause for many a wet dream once he had reached puberty. All he knew now is that he needed relief and his own hand was simply not enough.
A hue of crimson colored his already flushed face when his free hand moved shakily towards his headboard and wall. From a carefully hidden, secret nook, Dib produced a small vibrator. He coated the surface with the excess lotion until he was satisfied and brought it down beneath him. He would never admit that he was starting to enjoy using his secret toy more often than not. It was a hard enough struggle dealing with his lustful thoughts over Zim to start fully debating his sexuality.
He continued idly stroking himself while he teased his entrance, working his bud open before slipping the vibrator inside with a soft gasp of pleasure. Dib's face immediately screwed up with ecstasy when he turned it on, arching his back off the bed. His hands went into overdrive then, jerking off faster and giving the vibrator a few good thrusts.
His scythe-like lock flipped with his head tossing until he came to rest his cheek against his pillow, clenching his teeth tightly and trying not to let the noises he so desperately wanted to make, come out.
"... Ahh... Zim.." he whimpered.
Perhaps if he had not been otherwise occupied, he might have noticed the shadows moving in the corner of his room. Delicate robotic legs brought the intruder to a taller height as he neared. Only when he was suddenly pinned down, spread eagle, did Dib realize he was not alone. A gloved hand covered the teen's mouth to silence the scream of terror wanting to burst from his throat as he tried to see who or what was restraining him. Even without his glasses, he could make out the two, ruby red eyes glowing with the dim moonlight and pure horror washed over his face.
"So, Dib-stink, you've been pleasuring yourself with thoughts of Zim?"
Dib tried to shake his head in denial, but the unwaning erection and still buzzing vibrator said otherwise. All he could do was writhe pitifully in an attempt to hide his humiliation, but it only drew more attention to it. Zim glanced down, watching his captive's body squirming, until he zeroed in on the pleasure device. Using his free hand, he gripped the base of the vibrator and jerked it out aggressively, quite pleased with the muffled cry he received.
The Irken studied the instrument before shutting it off, "Using pitiful imitations to satisfy yourself.. I feel offended. There is nothing that compares to the amazingness that is Zim!"
Dib fought harder at his restraints, hoping to somehow find a weakness so he could throw the other off and escape, but the incredible force seemed to only press harder upon him.
Zim let out a dark chuckle at the feeble attempts, letting his clawed hand run along the boy's bare flesh towards the dribbling arousal. A sharp intake of air came before Dib completely froze, terrified, yet curious as to what the alien was planning. The hand bypassed the erection completely, instead moving in between his legs and exploring his hidden opening, causing Dib to tremble.
Zim leaned in, his long, striped tongue snaking out of his mouth to flicker against the human's cheek and around the outer shell of his ear before whispering.
"You wish to have Zim in here," he accented the word by inserting a single digit into the prone body, "do you not, Dib-human?"
A whimpered mewl of protest and upward jerk of lithe hips came the reply.
"Do not deny it, Zim can see how your pleasure organs twitch with anticipation... Perhaps I should fulfill your desires and let you experience a fraction of Zim's greatness."
The claw-like finger was removed while Dib made muffled pleas of mercy to no avail. A tentacle-like appendage emerged from the top portion of Zim's pack and slithered before the Irken.
An afterthought seemed to strike him, "Oh yes, you used some of that whitish substance before. We can't forget about that now."
Giggling evilly to himself, he grabbed the discarded lotion and poured it completely over the tentacle tip's exterior. The robotic limbs holding Dib's legs down tucked underneath his knees, lifting him to expose his entire lower half for Zim's inspection. Worming its way down between spread thighs, the tentacle probed Dib's entryway and Dib's body clenched in response.
"Now's no time to be shy, Dib. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Zim asked in a mocking tone.
Dib tried to resist as much as he could against the more insistent pressing, but the ring of flesh was already loosened slightly from his previous play. The tentacle suddenly plunged deep inside, drawing out a scream and causing the teen's back to arch sharply off the mattress.
"I know, Zim is amazing! But we have only just begun."
The lewd, wet sounds of penetration began filling the air with each thrust. The dark-haired youth clenched his eyes shut tightly, trying to tell himself this wasn't real, but the throbbing of his neglected cock only grew worse. Not only was the tentacle thrusting into him like an over-eager lover, but the tip was wriggling about obscenely. A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through his entire body and had him keening hoarsely. He wasn't sure if Zim even knew what a prostate was, but he was certainly torturing Dib's with startling accuracy.
Coolness encircled the tip of the engorged rod, but not enough to be a hindrance for the climax that was sure to come. A clear tube covering Dib's penis collected the fluids that were flowing freely.
Zim's tongue was busy flickering over the several piercings in Dib's ear, paying special attention to each one before moving on to the next. He removed his hand from the boy's mouth, satisfied he would not be screaming for help now. Zim wanted to hear those delicious noises of extreme pleasure much more.
Mewlings and whimpered moans came first from the freed mouth, but then the suppressed groans and whispered words quickly took their place.
".. Ohhh.. Ohhh, god.. I... Ngh.. No... Ahh.. Ah.."
Zim grinned, very pleased with himself, and whispered aloud, ".. Delicious.."
Dib's jaw hung slack in silent cries of ecstasy, the metal stud in his tongue glinting occasionally in the dim light. His hands sought purchase, but could find none in their restrained state.
"Ohh, god.... I.. I'm..."
"Give in, Dib.. Give in to the pleasure you receive from Zim."
Amber eyes closed tightly as Dib's body grew taut. Another firm nudge to his prostate was his final undoing as he threw his head back with gasp.
"Ah, ZIM!!"
A violent shudder ran through his body and he came hard. The waves of climax slowed, having been prolonged by the tentacle to his prostate milking him dry. Once the last bit of his seed had emptied into the collection tube, Zim's tentacle slipped free with a wet popping sort of sound and retracted back into the pack.
Dib lay panting in his afterglow, face sweaty and flushed. He was lowered back onto his bed and the spider leg restraints pulled away as well as the tube. He was too weak now to do much of anything other than let his eyes fall open, half-lidded, and watch Zim trade the tube for a new device out of his pack, which he brought to Dib's hip.
Before the teen could find enough voice to ask what he was doing, a sharp, white-hot pain lit every nerve on fire. He lay frozen in pain and shock while Zim's spider legs scuttled with precision to the window.
The little invader looked over his shoulder, smiling wickedly, ".. Pleasant dreams, Dib-filth."
Then he was gone.
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Dib sat straight up in bed, wild eyed and sweating. Daylight was already filtering cheerfully into the room.
"Was that all just a dream?..."
He set his glasses on the bridge of his nose and ran a weary hand through his disheveled, raven locks before dragging himself out of bed for a shower.
"Maybe the hot water will help clear my mind.."
Setting a pile of clean clothes on the countertop, Dib stripped while the water ran to get warm. He kicked his boxers aside and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it up over his head before discarding it as well and going to check on the water temperature. Something in the mirror caught his eye in mid-step though and he turned back to see what it was.
His eyes widened comically large as he stared into the mirror before snapping his head down to his own naked body. Dib's hands scrabbled over his skin, trying to make sure he wasn't imagining, but it was indeed real.
The area Zim had zapped him last night in his 'dream' now held the familiar Irken symbol branded permanently into his flesh. He was officially Irken property.
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