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Bathroom Break	By : Sapphos Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bathroom Break

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Can’t believe I wrote a lemon, after swearing many times I’d never do it. At least it’s not in the middle of an epic story… Anyways, requested by my girl, and I can’t refuse her anything… Not with that kind of arguments.

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Tapity-tapity-tapity-tap.

Slender claws flew over the keyboard, hitting alien letters at an amazing speed. There was so much to do -SO MUCH!- and the time was limited. He had to go back to class soon, or there would be trouble. The stoo-pid math professor had limited his bathroom breaks to ten minutes, and warned that next time Zim would abuse it, he’d give his parents a phone call. Zim couldn’t afford a risk like that, not before the repairs on the robo-parents were complete!

Tapity-tapity-tapity-tap-tap-tap.

This was it… It was getting closer… Stoo-pid Pentagon firewall, when did those hyumuns learned how to make proper technological protection anyways?

Tapity-ta-

The bathroom door opened. Zim stopped typing immediately and lifted his feet so they wouldn’t be seen from the other side of the door. He caught his breath.

He hear a step, another, another…

Wait. He recognized those footsteps. His antennas would discern this sequence in the middle of a crowd.

…The Dib…

What was the Dib doing there? His nemesis was supposedly in literature class, at the other end of the Skool. Why come to the bathroom here?

He saw the human feet walk past his cabin, then stop. Zim stood very still. This wasn’t the time to be discovered, the teenager would see the Irken laptop and guess his next plan and destroy it and everything would have to be done from scratch again.

… Why wasn’t the Dib moving? Wasn’t he fooled by the “Out of Order” sign on Zim’s stall? The alien had made sure to keep that toilet “Out of Order” so he could always use it for planning purposes. Why wasn’t the Dib moooooooooving? Zim almost pulled his antennas out of frustration. He didn’t have TIME for this, he had a governmental database to hack!

The Dib seemed to make up his mind and continued walking. He entered the stall directly to Zim’s right, to the alien’s frustration. Ew, he’d have to hear everything! He didn’t NEED to know things like that from his enemy! He already knew that the hyumun was disgusting!

Zim hear the stall door close, then the very loud sound of a zipper being lowered. He made a disgusted face, trying not to hear what was inevitably coming. Of all the revolting-

‘Hm…’

An antenna twitched under the wig. That was a satisfied sigh he just heard. And, thank the Tallest, there wasn’t any watery noise coming with that.

‘…Hmmm…’

…What the…

‘…han… han…’

That was DEFINITIVELY not the kind of noise Zim was expecting. The human sure breathed loudly…

‘…oh, yeah….’

Zim’s eyes popped open in recognition. Holy Irk, the human was…

‘…gnnn…’

NONONONONONONO! This couldn’t be happening! There was absolutely no fucking way that the Dib was busy masturbating less than a meter from him! There had to be some sort of regulations about this! Zim was pretty sure that this was NOT on the Enemies to-do list!

‘…yesssss…’

Zim felt a wave of heat come from his cheeks and travel all the way down, straight to his groin. Oh, Irk, this was even WORSE! The loud breathing, the panting, the hissing, all those sounds the Dib human should not be allowed to make were loudly reminding him that he had not gotten laid for the past SEVEN YEARS.

A creature of pure willpower he may be, but everyone had their breaking point. Seven years was a long time, even for a member of the Irken elite…

‘…gnnn…’

Zim shivered and had to bite his lower lip to suppress a needy moan. Something WRONG was happening right now, but he couldn’t suppress the heat that consumed his body. His antennas twitched at the little whimpers, the breathing, the noises of hand against cloth and -Oh Irk- hand against flesh…

‘…oh yes… yes…’

He pressed his hands against his wig to flatten his antennas. He was not hearing this, he was not hearing this, he was totally so not hearing this…

‘…Zim…’

The alien’s mouth opened in shock. Did he really say…

‘…Yess… Zim….’

“That DOES it!” thought violently the Invader, almost screaming in frustration. He lifted himself above the dividing wall with his spider-legs, not making any noise. The view that greeted him was one of the most disturbing and strangely fascinating ones.

The Dib was leaning against the opposite wall, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted in an expression of ecstasy. His jeans and boxers were lowered to his knees, giving Zim a priceless view on the show. The sight of the human hand going up and down the reddish glistening cock was almost enough to make him salivate.

The hand suddenly stopped and the alien lifted his eyes to meet Dib’s horrified face. The human looked like a deer caught in headlights. Zim had to do something before the situation got out of hand.

He lifted a spider-leg, charged the tip with a plasma beam and pointed it at Dib’s head.

‘Stop this and die,’ growled the Invader.

Dib swallowed, looked at Zim’s narrowed eyes, at the glowing tip of the spider-leg, at Zim’s face again.

‘Resume your previous activity,’ ordered slowly Zim.

Dib whimpered, bit his lower lip and slowly nodded. He started going up and down again, not meeting the Invader’s eye. This was the most humiliating thing that ever happened in his entire life.

…He’d never been so hard before…

He picked up a faster pace, bit back a moan, threw his head back, closed his eyes. If he concentrated enough, he could forget Zim’s presence, get it over quick and run the hell out of that cursed bathroom.

Zim’s eyes were so wide that you could see a bit of crimson around the contacts. He couldn’t choose between staring at the delicious pink cock or at Dib’s expression of bliss. The alien bit through his lower lip so hard he drew blood.

‘Stop,’ he ordered in a whisper.

Dib jumped a bit, having almost forgotten Zim’s presence. He stood there, hand around his shaft, loudly breathing between those oh-so-fuckable lips.

‘…Either you let me finish or you shoot me,’ growled Dib, out of frustration.

In a swift movement, Zim lifted himself over the dividing wall and landed in front of Dib. Without preamble, he pressed himself flush against the taller boy, delighting in the feel of another arousal against his and the loud gasp that came from the human.

‘How about Zim helps you finish, yes?’ he smirked with razor-sharp teeth.

Dib’s only answer was to grab Zim’s wait and press their bodies even closer, hissing through his teeth. They started rubbing against each other, Zim’s teeth closed against Dib’s neck, Dib’s hands against Zim’s ass, pressing harder, and harder…

Suddenly, Zim pushed himself away, his face a darker green.

‘Why did you stop?’ exclaimed Dib. ‘I was almost there!’
‘For this reason exactly!’ snapped Zim. ‘I will not let you shoot your filthy hyumun-seed all over my Invader uniform!’
‘Well FIND me somewhere I can shoot it before I explode all over your face!’ gasped Dib. ‘I’m DYING here!’

To prove his point, he stepped forward and grabbed Zim’s pants, pulling the waist to lower them.

‘What are you doing?!?’ shouted the alien, trying to slap the intruding hands.
‘No idea,’ grumbled the teenager. ‘I just want them off, NOW.’

He managed to get them out of Zim’s grip and lowered them enough to free the fully erect green cock. He took a moment to observe the color and shape, stored that for later analysis and got on his knees.

‘Dib-thing! I want to know what you think you’re doooooooooooooooh Irk don’t stop that!’

Dib had licked a trail from the base to the top and was now busy licking the glistening tip. It tasted sweet, probably with all the snacks that were a basis for Irken alimentation. Hearing Zim’s moans, he took the length in his mouth, trying to reach what he could. Zim’s loud gasp was enough motivation to continue. He bobbed his head up and down, pressing his lips against the skin, licking the tip, holding the base with one hand, holding Zim’s hip with another.

Claws grabbed his hair, probably scratching the exposed skin at the back of his head. With a monumental effort, Zim pulled Dib’s mouth away from his needy cock.

‘…you…’ breathed the alien.
‘I know, I’m dead meat,’ grumbled the teenager. ‘Just admit that you liked it.’
‘Zim… admits… nothing…’ he panted.

Suddenly, Dib was lifted by the hair and couldn’t stop a yell of pain. He was brutally sat on the covered toilet seat and felt his pants being pulled lower, around his ankles.

Zim took off his own pants without even removing his boots. Dib grabbed his waist to pull him closer, lifted the hem of the Invader shirt, and licked a trail on Zim’s abdomen, feeling every fit muscle under the green skin. The Irken moaned and had to push back Dib’s head, flushing all the while.

‘Give Zim a moment, will you?!?’ he snapped.
‘Whatever you’re doing, HURRY UP!’

Zim growled and just pressed the human against the toilet water tank. One of his clawed spider-legs went over the dividing wall and came back with the nearest soap dispenser. He took off a glove and dipped his claws in the gooey substance. Dib whimpered, grabbing both walls in his impatient expectation.

He was fully rewarded by the same claws grabbing his aching cock and doing up and down motions to fully drench it in soap. The human bit his lover lip and threw his head back, buckling into the waiting hand.

But the claws disappeared and it was met with nothing but cold air. When Dib opened an eye, he almost choked by the vision he met.

Zim was bending over him, supporting himself on the water tank, legs spread on each side, bottom perked up and a gooey finger fully inserted in his anus. The strands of fake hair fell in front of his face, so the only thing Dib could see were the parted lips and the tongue slightly sticking out. He almost came right there and then.

‘Sit back,’ ordered Zim in a pant. ‘We’re finishing this now.’

Dib got once again violently pushed against the tank. Zim placed himself right over his waiting cock, boots firmly planted on each side of the toilet seat. The Invader reached behind himself to grab the shaft and placed it against his own hole. Dib’s hand grabbed the toilet paper dispenser and pulled so hard it tore off and fell to the floor.

Zim lowered himself slooooooooooowly, hissing trough his teeth.

‘…Go any slower, will you?’ snapped Dib.
‘SILENCE!’ ordered Zim. ‘Your stoo-pid hyumun stick is too large to be comfortable!’
‘You’re the first one to -Oh!- complain!’ moaned the teenager.
‘I’m the first one to –nngg…- DO this with you, pathetic virgin!’
‘Not truuuuuuuuuue… I’ve done this lots of times befooooooh! Before!’
‘I don’t care how many fingers you’ve got, your hand doesn’t count!’
‘Just shut up and get moving!’

Zim got to the base of the shaft and waited a moment, trying to catch his breath. Dib’s face was mere centimeters from his own. His cheeks and ears were totally red, his lips were parted in a continuous pant, his eyes were glistening with need. With a small smirk, Zim lifted himself until only the tip of Dib’s cock was inside him. Grabbing Dib’s shoulders, he impaled himself once again on the waiting member. The teenager let out a shout and dug his nails into Zim’s hips.

‘Oooooh Irk, that feels AMAZING!’ grinned Zim through his teeth. ‘Think you can handle this, human boy?’
‘I can handle anything coming from you, Space-boy,’ said Dib with a challenging grin, still out of breath.
‘Then try to outlast the all-sexy ZIM!’ said the alien, lifting himself and immediately falling down once again.

Dib threw his head back, biting his lower lip to keep himself from shouting and shaking up the Skool. The feeling of Zim all around him, moving up and down his shaft, digging his claws in his shoulders, breathing into his ear, pressing his own arousal against his abdomen… This was crazy, this was incredible, this was too much, this was the most fucked up thing that ever happened in his life, and it felt GREAT!

‘Come on, human… scream for Ziiiiiim…’ hissed the Invader, going down with more force. ‘You want tooooo…’
‘…Make me…’ gasped Dib.

Zim smirked at the challenge. He placed his spider legs against the walls and lifted his legs to wrap them around Dib’s waist. Then, using the strength of his robotic limbs, he continued the motion even faster. Each thrust got deeper inside him, and he couldn’t help but let out little satisfied whimpers every time Dib reached a particularly sensitive part, the one that touched the squeedly-spooch.

‘Oh shit, Ziiiiiiim…’ moaned Dib. ‘I’m gonna…’
‘…loose the challenge?’ smirked the Invader, going down even faster now.
‘Never!’ shouted the human, finding the willpower to stop his frenzied bucking.

Zim groaned out of frustration, but was surprised to feel Dib suddenly get up from the toilet seat, with the alien’s legs still wrapped around his waist. The teenager pressed Zim against the door with a smirk.

‘You’re not gonna win this one, Zim,’ he groaned.
‘Zim thinks it’s a win-win situation,’ grinned the Invader.

Dib threw him a challenging smirk and grabbed his naked ass firmly. Without a warning, he rammed inside Zim with a muffled gasp. Zim grabbed Dib’s elbows and threw his head back, mewing incoherent little sounds and some Irken words that sounded very affirmative. The feeling of Dib’s cock repeatedly brushing his insides, sometimes hitting the squeedly-spooch in that electrifying manner made any kind of logical thoughts disappear from Zim’s mind. The pak was suddenly overridden with emotional and physical data and decided to go into sleep mode for a moment, letting Zim’s mind free of any technical meddling.

The lack of technological damper from reality made it all the more intense for Zim. Suddenly, it all became…

Incredible.

Dib’s panting - oh, yes -Dib’s strong human fingers scratching the sensitive skin of his butt -Dib’s moaning – mmmmh Ziiiiim… - Dib’s teeth on his neck - Dib’s pleading - please let me… - Dib’s delicious skin - Dib’s whimpering – …harder…- Dib’s hair brushing against his antennas - Dib’s praying – oh God yes yes yes – Dib’s musky smell of sex -Dib’s cock brushing and brushing and brushing and -

HOLY IRK.

Zim came with a yell that reverberated through the Skool’s empty corridors. His head his the bathroom door with force, but the feeling was so intense he didn’t notice. He saw white, he saw black, he saw every color of the fucking rainbow in one incredible moment of PURE FEELING. His claws scratched the back of Dib’s shaved head, grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the head imperiously towards his face, intentions not really clear, just wanting closer, inside, wanting to eat him alive and never ever let go.

Their lips met with bruising force, Zim bit down the tender human lips, forced is tongue inside Dib’s mouth and pressed even harder against that infuriating nose that HAD to get in the way!

Dib let out a muffled yell, kept ramming Zim with the energy of an impending climax, screamed his release inside the invading mouth, held the thin Invader closer to his body and kissed back with burning passion.

Slowly, breathing became easier. They kept lip locked for a moment, eyes closed, not wanting to open them and be faced with the horrible reality. The endorphins were still keeping Zim’s pak on sleep mode, so the alien took a moment to savor the heavy smell of good sex, and the tingly feeling that ran from his toes to the tip of his antennas. He tasted human blood on his tongue and felt human hands on his naked skin. The back of his head hurt and his neck was sore, and every muscle of his magnificent body was going to ache tomorrow, but…

He felt better than he’d felt in a long time.

‘I can’t believe we just did that,’ muttered Dib against the skin of his neck.
‘Then open your eyes, because you’ve got me pinned to a bathroom door and your human stick is still inside me,’ grumbled Zim, clenching his muscles a bit. The resulting gasp was very satisfying.
‘I don’t want to open my eyes,’ whispered Dib. ‘When I do, you’ll go and deny everything and make my life a living hell again.’
‘That I’ll do,’ snickered Zim while playing with a soft strand of hair. ‘I’m quite good at that.’
‘You’re quite good at other things too,’ said the teenager with a knowing smile against the green skin.
‘I’ve told you countless times before, Zim is purely amazing. Why didn’t you believe me?’
‘Now I have proof,’ admitted the human with a content sigh.
‘You’re not so bad yourself, for a filthy hyumun,’ admitted the alien with a derisive snort. ‘Zim acknowledges your… potential.’
‘Potential? Is that how you call it on your planet?’ laughed Dib.
‘Nah, on Irk we call it the Invading game,’ he snickered.
‘Great, Earth’s just been conquered,’ grumbled the teenager with good humor.

Zim opened his mouth to reaffirm his amazingness, but the pak chose that moment to reactivate itself. Suddenly, everything became clearer. His mission. His planet. His pride. His enemy. He opened his contact-covered eyes with a pop and jerked back. Dib finally opened his own eyes and looked at him questioningly.

‘Release me,’ ordered the Invader with a shaky voice.

With a frown, Dib slid out of him and let him back on the floor. The spider legs retracted into the pak, leaving the stalls covered in scar-like scratches that overwrote the graffiti. Zim took out a bar of cleansing chalk and started cleaning himself in a nervous frenzy. Dib kept silent and used some toilet paper to clean the mix of semen and soap all over his lower parts. Not that he complained, but the sudden and awkward silence made everything more surreal.

They got dressed in a record time, Zim not even taking the time to tuck the lower hem of his pants inside his black boots. Dib was not even done zipping his jeans that he opened the door with a bang and marched outside, without acknowledging the teenager.

Dib panicked. It couldn’t end like that! They couldn’t just separate, forget everything and go back to hating each other! They just had amazing sex in a bathroom stall, NOTHING was ever going back to normal!

‘ZIM!’ he called, trying to shut up the nervous tone piercing through his voice.

The Invader froze, but refused to turn around. Dib saw his claws clench and unclench, as if he was debating something with himself.

‘I’ve won,’ said the teenaged with more conviction than he really had.

Zim sharply turned around, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.

‘What did you say?’ he hissed through his sharp teeth.
‘You haven’t conquered Earth. I’ve conquered Irk. I’ve won.’

Zim glared at the puny human in front of him. This pathetic worm-baby with his stupid hair – soft strands between his grip – and his stupid glasses – askew, menacing to fall off but he just didn’t care – and stupid eyes – half closed with passion – and stupid lips – pressed against his own, tasking like sugar and copper – and stupid skin – hot soft skin, soft everywhere under his claws – and stupid body – feeling the muscles pressed against him, smelling like human and young and sweat and sex – and…

Zim lifted his head high and threw him a challenging glare.

‘You won the battle, but not the war, Dib. I want a rematch.’
‘How about a two out of three?’ smirked the human with no small amount of relief.
‘I don’t know, Dib. Wars can last a long time…’
‘Then it’s war, Zim,’ said the human.

The alien threw him a smirk and exited the boys bathroom without another word. Dib saw him go, smiled to himself and got an idea. He dug in his jean pocket and came out with a black sharpie.

Among the many graffiti and spider-leg marks, he wrote a little note, understandable only to those who were there in the first place.

Earth: 1; Irk: 0

The end
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