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All Things	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I tried to give 777 some what of a personality, but its kinda hard when you want to keep it short. Oh well. I thought I would do this, get something a little more exotic in. This was born out of my own challenge. Lol, I'd never ask you guys to do something I wouldn't do myself. So here it is, my first (and probably only) 777/Zim fic. As far as I know this pairing has never been done in a fic. If it has let me know (I'll change this, plus I wanna read it!). So at the very least here is the first ever 777/Zim on this site. Go me. Hope you guys like it, cause its pretty much PWP.
He sighed irritably as he rubbed the tip one horn and then the other against the cell wall. He let his head fall back onto his knees and sighed. He was bored out of his mind. There was nothing to do, not surprising since he was in prison. He chuckled lightly to himself. It had been terribly fun getting into prison.
A light flashed discreetly from underneath his bed and he carefully activated the communications device that he had managed to install into his cell. A familiar face spread across the screen and grinned maniacally at him.
Zim.
“Hello 777,” Zim smirked. He stared up from the small screen, eyes eagerly taking in every detail of 777. Zim had that look that he got when he was up to something that would get him into trouble....
“How goes the Invasion Zimmy?” 777 grinned toothily. He knew Zim hated being called 'Zimmy'. Which was really the reason he did it at all. He loved to tease Zim. The ex-scientist now Invader had the most wonderful reactions to everything.
“Silence fool. Or Zim will not share his brilliance with you.” Zim huffed and raised his chin, glaring down at 777 even though he was looking up at him. 777's interest was piqued, Zim was definitely insane, but the short Irken always had ideas that worked. Twisted as they were, it was a little disturbing when Zim would spout off about something that sounded totally crazy and then have said crazy thing made and functioning.
“Really, what if I don't want your brilliance?” 777 said, grinning down at Zim to let the other know he was only playing. You had to let Zim know when you were joking or he would take you seriously no matter how outrageous you sounded.
“Fine, fine..... 777 can stay in his smelly cage. I'm sure being on Earth would be much too terrifying for him.” Zim sighed and reached forward slowly, letting 777 see his exaggerated motions for the disconnect button.
“Nonononoo. Zim is brilliant.” 777 rushed out. If there was even a slight possibility that Zim could get him out of prison the Vortian would gladly take it. Prison was not fun, and 777 had his fill after his first few months. Not to mention that he still had another one-hundred and twenty three years left on his sentence....
“Yes.... now stay silent and push the button.” Zim commanded and 777 looked at him confused. Button? There was a slight whirring sound and the prisoner looked down just past the screen. There was a small insect like device that had drilled in through the wall. On the very back of the minuscule device was a prominent red button. 777 contemplated the button for a moment before he pushed it. As stupid as it may have seemed, he trusted Zim. Many of his people had told him he was foolish for putting any trust in an Irken but 777 knew differently. It certainly helped that he knew that Zim trusted him as well, a rare thing for an Irken to do.
There was a deafening explosion and 777 bit back a groan. If they traced it back to him it was going to make his sentence even longer. There was a ripple in the air around him and then it felt as if his molecules were being pulled apart.
When 777 came back to his senses he noted that he was staring at an unfamiliar floor and plain black boots. A boot toed at him until he rolled over with a groan. That was the most unpleasant thing he had ever endured. Every fibre of his being ached. He winced as he blearily opened his eyes to see maniacal dark pink eyes grinning down at him.
“Enjoy the ride?” Zim grinned cheekily and held out his hand to help 777 up. 777 glared at Zim but accepted the hand up, pulling a little more than was strictly necessary. Zim rolled his eyes and let go prematurely, letting the Vortian wobble a little.
“What was that exactly?” 777 asked, cracking his back and stretching out his limbs. He wanted to be certain that everything was still attached. He was having after feelings of not being quite pulled all the way together.
“Slightly modified inter-solar matter transporter,” Zim stated casually as he waved off the other's curiosity. 777 looked up startled. A slightly modified inter-solar matter transporter? The taller one’s mind ran in circles as he tried to figure out how it was even remotely possible for that to work. Matter transporters were designed to ease shipping issues and usually ended badly for anything organic. Not to mention the distance.... Ugh. It hurt his brain to try and think about it at the moment. He'd figure it out later, or better yet take a look at the device.
“You still hurt my brain Zim.” 777 groaned and put his head in his hands. Pulling down on his cheeks he looked at the other blearily. The Invader was looking at him oddly, his gloved hand reaching out for him.
“Your horns...” Zim said softly and reached over to run his fingers over the dulled tips. 777 pulled away, looking at the floor. He was a little ashamed of the state of his horns. They were a sign of how well a Vortian cared for themselves and were also seen as something a desirable aspect in choosing a partner. Sort of how Irkens viewed height, just without the power aspect.
“Yeah well, you're not lookin' so great either Zim,” 777 muttered, motioning with his hand along the short Irken's body. The Invader's uniform was slightly torn in places and he could see faint streaks of blue underneath. The other had obviously been in a fight recently.
“Zim is superior at ALL things!” Zim declared fiercely, his hands on his hips. He pouted before he rose up on his PAK-legs so that he could properly glare down at 777. The Vortian chuckled and reached up the little way to pull Zim back down. The tiny Invader scowled at the touch but relented, allowing himself to be brought back down to eye level.
“Not everything. I know a few things that you know nothing about,” 777 said with a leer, pushing away from Zim. The pink-eyed Irken stared at his comrade for a moment before he snarled and took off after the other. 777 walked on, blushing, not wanting to look Zim in the eye. That definitely didn't come out how he meant it.
“Tell me! Tell Zim!” Zim demanded as he followed the escaped convict around his own base. The taller being continued on his way, not wanting to talk about what he had said. The Vortian knew that Irkens were a little naive when it came to that sort of thing. They didn't even copulate to reproduce anymore; Irkens just let their little machines take care of everything.
The Invader growled and leapt forward, knocking the other to the ground. 777 squeaked as he was bowled over, landing with an 'Oof!'. Zim used his PAK-legs to roll the Vortian over quickly while he plopped himself down on the convicts hips and pinned mauve wrists easily.
“Let go!” 777 cried out as he struggled uselessly against his captor. He was a scientist, not a fighter! The Vortian's eyes went wide and he squirmed more, a renewed sense of determination filling him. Finally he managed to slip under Zim just a little so that the other sat on his waist rather than his hips. A dark red flush spread across light mauve cheeks. That had been a little to close for comfort. He really didn't want to try and explain that one to the clueless Invader.
“Then tell Zim! What do you know that I do not?” Zim pouted with a loose growl. He hated being misinformed and he knew that his captive was hiding something from him.... now if he could only figure out what....
“Nothing, really!” 777 protested, sweating as he tried to figure out something that wouldn't get him killed but at the same time didn't reveal his problem. He couldn't throw Zim off, despite the other practically being a military mockery; the Irken could still fight a planets worth better then the un-trained scientist.
“Unacceptable! You lie! Filthy lies!” Zim ranted, pressing down a little harshly on thin wrists. 777 groaned as Zim pulled out all the stops, the Irken really wanted to know. The Invader only ever pulled out the 'smeet eyes' when everything else had failed. The Vortian's hips twitched up a little, belaying the other thing that Zim's adorable shiny eyes did to him. 777 doubted that the Irken would understand if he told the other that those eyes made him look oh so very fuckable. All innocent and almost wanton looking. Damn it, stupid libido was going to get him killed. Oh well, maybe he could at least make his last moment memorable.
“Screw it. This,” 777 muttered and stretched up, letting his lips meet Zim's in a heavy one-sided kiss. Dark pink eyes were almost comically wide as the Vortian pulled away, leaving Zim to leap away with a whimper. He felt strange all over! What had the other done to him? Poison? His hand flew up to his mouth, brushing daintily over mint lips that still tingled. His squeedlyspooch did flip flops and he had to fight back the strange urge to blush heavily.
“What did you do to me?!” Zim screeched loudly, his antennae flattening back in confusion. He didn't understand why the other had done that. Why would someone touch their lips to another's? It made little sense... though it did kinda feel good, with those tingles racing along his neck.... Gah! Whatever it was it was messing with his thinking!
“I kissed you,” 777 said simply with a sigh. He'd had a feeling that the other would react similarly to his current behaviours. The Vortian sat up, rubbing forehead and suppressing the urge to rub something else. That would be the last thing Zim would need, figuring out that his friend was hard because he had pinned him against the floor.
“Kiss? Is it poisonous?” Zim asked, his eyes narrowed at the one who had ‘kissed’ him. There were no ‘kisses’ in the Irken Empire. He stepped back slightly in case the other should try it again. Perhaps they were addictive... he did want another...
“It’s a way of showing affection. Don’t Irkens kiss?” 777 groaned, shifting as he suppressed the urge to smack his forehead. Only Zim could be so clueless.
“Affection? Why would you...” Zim trailed off, staying back but peering at the other curiously. The Vortian mumbled something under his breath and coiled the muscles in his legs, jumping powerfully to land in front of the Invader. The Irken drew back startled but 777 grabbed Zim’s forearms, stopping the other from leaving.
“Desire is a better word. I desire to touch,” 777 said, leaning in and invading Zim’s personal space. He let his eyes roam along his friend’s lean form. The Invader uniform looked good on the other but it hid so much.
“Desire? Breeding!” Zim cocked his head to the side looking at the other oddly. They were touching now but somehow Zim had a feeling that the other meant a different type of touch.
“I wouldn’t be so blunt about it, but yes,” 777 agreed. Zim eyed his captor sharply. Why were they talking about breeding now? Hadn’t they been talking about the kiss? Wait, the Vortian had said that kisses were a show of desire to touch and that lead to breeding....
“No! Zim doesn’t want to have eggs in his belly!” Zim hissed, pulling sharply on 777’s firm grasp of his forearms.
“No eggs,” 777 said and kissed Zim again, moving until they were flush against one another. He let go of one arm, wary of the results but used the free hand to lightly stroke along the Irken’s side. Zim leaned into the kiss, trying to move his lips the same way the 777 was. The Invader suddenly pulled away from the kiss, glaring at the other like he hadn’t just participated in the act.
The Vortian frowned and sighed, wishing that the Invader could make up his mind. He wanted to, he didn’t want to. It was enough to drive a person to insanity. He didn’t let go of the other, instead grabbing the loose arm once more. 777 didn’t feel like getting whacked.
Dark pink eyes widened as Zim bucked against 777 in an attempt to knock the other away. The Irken whimpered and pressed against the ex-prisoner. Irk, that had felt so much better than the kisses and the gentle pets. His eyes closed while his hands scrabbled for something to find purchase on. Soft green cheeks flushed darkly as Zim keened, rocking firmly against 777’s warm body. It felt so good, and Zim hadn’t felt good about anything in a very long time.
“Ziiiim, you have to make up your mind. Either you want this or you don’t. Stop teasing me or I won’t be able to stop myself and I don’t want to do that to you,” 777 groaned into shaking antennae. Zim stilled at the other’s words, embarrassment overtaking him. This was no way for an Invader to act, it wasn’t even proper for an Irken to behave in such a manner. His cheeks darkened further and he looked away from 777’s smouldering gaze. Gloved hands fisted themselves in tight black pants and Zim drew on his fleeing courage to look the other in the face.
“I don’t know... I like this, it feels so very good but I don’t... I don’t want,” Zim mumbled, trying to explain what he wanted, what he felt. He turned away, unable to finish what he was saying or keep facing the other. 777 stared for a moment, letting the Irken’s words wash over him as he pulled the other down into his lap. Zim shook in the Vortian’s lap, wanting more of the push and pull but at the same time wanting to be as far away as possible. The convict leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against silken antennae. The Invader froze, his breath caught in his throat.
“You don’t want? Alright then Zim, stop me. Leave. You’re stronger than I am,” 777 whispered against the perfectly still stalk. Zim’s eyes were wide and his claws dug into the other’s shirt. A strangled whimper escaped the stunned Irken and the Vortian wrapped mauve lips around the antenna.
“Nng, I, I want...” Zim whimpered, his eyes falling shut as he arched up against 777’s firm body. The ex-prisoner practically purred at the other’s reply. He grinned around the antenna in his mouth before curling his tongue along the cool stalk. He sucked his way to the very tip, lightly raking his teeth on the way down. A shuddering moan was drawn out of the Irken in his lap. Zim keened softly, curling his arms around 777’s shoulders. He grasped the other’s dull horns to pull the convict back. Zim looked into his companion’s eyes for a moment, searching for something before lunging forward to place a searing kiss onto unsuspecting lips.
Zim moaned into the kiss, running his claws along the Vortian’s slim neck and shoulders. 777 groaned, settling his hands on narrow hips. Gently he teased, rubbing and massaging before slipping underneath the pink shirt. The convict ran his tongue along pale green lips, nibbling on the bottom lip. Zim gasped and 777 took the opportunity to delve inside, tentatively running his tongue along the Irken’s. Dark pink eyes were slitted as the Invader pulled away, panting lightly. The other smirked and leaned forward as the Irken pulled away. Zim tumbled backward, landing on his PAK with 777 smirking over him.
777 ducked a little and licked the crook of the prone Invader’s neck. Zim gasped and arched his back ever so slightly so that his PAK wasn’t digging into his back. Tingles raced through him as his Vortian partner dipped his fingers along the edge of tight black pants. 777 continued to work his way along the Irken’s neck, sucking and nibbling now. He traced one hand down firm thighs to the edge of a boot. He slipped his fingers just under the edge and yanked the boot off, exposing a slender bare foot. Green toes curled at the exposure and Zim squirmed a little uncomfortably. The procedure was repeated with the other side and 777 ran his hands back up to draw intricate designs on strong thighs.
Black gloved hands were dug sharply into the other’s tough prison uniform, small kittenish sounds escaping from a parted mouth. Cheeks were flushed and he felt completely undone. There was something inside of him that wanted something more. But as wonderful as all the touches and attentions to his neck were he wanted something else. Shaky claws let go of their sanctuary and slowly began to undo the zipper to the convict’s prison uniform. Bit by little bit a mauve chest appeared and Zim couldn’t find the strength to pull the zipper down the rest of the way.
777 moaned against the thin neck and pulled away to look at Zim. The Invader’s cheeks were still flushed, his antennae laying back. Clothes were rumpled and the Irken had the look of someone who was about to become completely undone. Slowly and tenderly the convict took a gloved hand into each of his own. He held the other’s hands for a moment before carefully peeling off the gloves. He reached down again, this time warm mauve skin met cool silken mint.
Covering up his fears Zim leaned up, catching 777’s lips with his own again. The Vortian gripped the other’s hands tightly, pressing the Irken back down. The kiss suddenly became fierce and fiery, tongues battling as hands ran wild. The convict groaned into this kiss, this was what he wanted. He pulled one hand away, leaving the other to keep the Irken pinned. The wayward hand ghosted over Zim’s chest and belly before tugging on tight black material. A clawed hand dug into a mauve shoulder, a whimper blending into the rough kiss.
777 pulled away from the kiss, kneeling between slender legs and ran his hands up and down strong thighs. The Irken panted, resting lightly though uncomfortably on his PAK. The ex-prisoner ever so slowly began to edge down the tight black pants. He tossed the pants away and took a small moment to admire the small body beneath him.
Dark pink eyes stared up, wanton and naïve. Beautiful mint legs were spread slightly and silken antennae were pressed back. The pink shirt was bunched sexily around a petit waist revealing exactly what Zim thought of his kisses and touches.
The Vortian pressed between bare legs, kneeling as he leaned over the blushing Invader. Softly he kissed the other, trailing his hands down a covered chest. He used the other to shuck off his own clothing. After let one hand rest on slim hips, kneading softly and roughly. The other continued down to tentatively ghost along a glistening hard length. He ran his fingers along the sides, gripping the base tightly. He stroked slowly at first, just teasing and letting Zim feel each agonizingly slow touch. Zim’s breathing quickened and he bucked against 777, trying to get the Vortian to stroke faster. The convict stopped stroking and pressed down with his other hand, holding the Invader in place. Zim whimpered but stilled, wanting the other to continue with the touches.
The ex-prisoner took an antenna into his mouth, sucking fiercely. He started stroking again, alternating between fisting the hot length and dancing his fingers up and down the sides. 777 gave the antenna each one last lick before pulling back and lifting the hand that was busy holding down tiny hips.
777 sucked on his fingers, still stroking Zim. Claws were dug into their owner’s thighs as the Irken fought not to buck up into the firm strokes. The Vortian pulled his fingers away from his mouth and edged one wet finger along the lips of the second slit. Zim keened at the touch, hitching his hips down in an attempt to get more of the feather light touches around the slit. Carefully 777 nudged the finger inside, surprised when it slid inside easily.
Zim choked at the sudden penetration, hissing and arching his hips up. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. It was strange but there was something lacking about it. 777 pressed against Zim, taking unsure lips against his own. He kissed the Invader passionately and thrust the finger gently. Zim keened into the kiss, spreading his legs a little wider. His eyes were heavy as he fought not to cry out into the kiss.
777 pulled his finger away, wiping it off along his leg. He kneeled in between the Irken’s thighs, pressing their hot lengths together. He thrust against Zim, rubbing and grasping their hard lengths together. Zim hissed and wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders.
777 moaned as he moved down just a little, rubbing himself against the slit just beneath Zim’s hot member. Zim faltered, the sensation creating something inside, something that very much liked the way that the Vortian was touching him. The convict grasped himself and placed the tip at the wet slit and pressed inside, sliding in deeply in one slow thrust.
Zim's breath hitched and he clamped his eyes shut. His entire body shuddered as he clung to the other. It stung and burned and hurt. But that itch that had been growing inside had very much liked it when 777 slid deep inside, stretching and filling him. Why did it have to hurt when his body seemed to want it so badly?
“Shhhh, relax....” 777 whispered gently against quivering antennae. He repressed a groan as he struggled not to just give into the urge to thrust into the oh so tight heat. Zim hissed and dug his in claws just a little to the Vortian's broader shoulders. What did the other know? It freaking hurt! The Invader hissed but evened his breathing out, letting his muscles relax. He would prove that he was superior at everything, including this.
777 moaned, he couldn't wait any longer. He nudged his hips forward, rolling against Zim. The Irken underneath him cried out, arching up against him. Pink eyes were suddenly wide open looking into smouldering amethyst. That had felt good, so much better than he could have ever expected. Zim keened as the other stared down at him, thrusting faster and faster. Little gasps started to escape the small Irken, his cheeks flushing as hooked his legs around 777. The Vortian smirked and carefully braced one hand against Zim's thigh while the other snuck between them to tease at the trapped hard member there. The Irken made a gurgling cry as all the tingles and pleasurey fire and touch started to build together just below his squeedlyspooch.
“Har....harder. Zim won’t break,” Zim keened. It was what he wanted, just not quite enough. Not enough of the harsh movements, jolting pleasure into him. Zim arched up and ran his claws down 777’s back. The Vortian hissed and snapped his hips forward causing Zim to cry out loudly. The convict smirked and pulled back agonizingly slow and then snapped forward once again. Each time 777 did this, Zim would cry out loud enough that the sound echoed around his base.
777 pulled his hand away so that he could brace himself enough to continue the harsh thrusts without toppling them over. Each time he thrust foreword he could feel that wonderous sensation of completion dancing ever closer. Soon pleasing Zim was lost in his own need to finish. He started to move faster, still trying to slide as deeply as he could. Mauve hips were pistoning and continuing to thrust sharply, skin slapping together.
Zim’s breathing was erratic as he gasped and keened, struggling to keep himself coherent. But it grew harder and harder as 777 continued to thrust into him and the Irken pulled the other down for a tongue-searing kiss. Tingles raced up his spine and fire pooled in his squeedlyspooch. Dark pink eyes fell shut as Zim tried to force a building pressure away. He didn’t like it, it was taking away the amazingness of having 777 thrust in and out of him.
The Vortian pulled away from the kiss and leaned up, once more taking an antenna into his mouth. He shakily took a hand away from bracing them to stroke the straining shaft between them. He suckled and stroked, still thrusting into the moist heat that Zim offered.
Stars built behind Zim’s eye lids and he forced himself to open them just as the stars exploded, taking him with them. He screamed out, 777’s true name falling from his lips as he came undone. Pleasure unlike any other coursed through his veins and class=SpellE>gooified his insides as he came, clear jelly spurting between them. Aftershocks of pleasurey goodness tingled through him like waves as the Vortian continued to thrust into him, a loud groan falling from mauve lips as 777 stilled. Tremors rocked through him as he let himself fall into orgasm. He pressed forward and shakily leaned fully on Zim. The ex-prisoner moaned into mint shoulders, and pulled out slowly. The Invader winced and held in the whimper that wanted to escape. He was sore and tired but oh did he feel good.
777 evened his breathing out and gazed at his partner for a moment, smiling softly. What a way to start his new freedom.
Zim panted as he regained his senses. His thighs were still shaking and his muscles felt like goo. There was still an almost overwhelming sense of pleasure and happiness inside of him and he couldn't muster up the strength to push away his Vortian partner. 777 was half on the petit Irken and half beside, his own after-glow still surrounding him. Eventually he mustered up enough strength to push off of Zim and lay beside the stunned Irken.
“See? Zim is superior at all things,” Zim finally said. He was still lying on his back with the ex-prisoner beside him.
“Hnn.” 777 grunted, not really coherent enough for an extended conversation. He didn’t know why Zim’s brain wasn’t jelly at the moment but the Vortian had every intention of sleeping for a while. He was safe with Zim.
“All things,” Zim reaffirmed with a self-serving smirk and curled up against 777, tucking his head under the other’s chin. The Vortian pushed back a chuckle and wrapped his arms around his Irken companion. He was going to take advantage of Zim’s relative peacefulness to rest. He sighed contentedly into tired antennae and closed his eyes, even if Zim wasn’t really the best at all things they had a long time to practice.
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