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To be Toyed With	By : SaiChan Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There were spread sheets as wide as the twelve foot table containing maps and positions of nearly every planet known to Irk. Stacks of paper littered the planning room in the Tallest headquarters, near the back of the building that towered over the population. Standing amidst all this was Tallest Red, his head bent over one of the long maps. He had a ruler out and was jotting down notes to be configured later. Switching his attention to a separate stack, he began to flip through the prototypes for new machinery to create one of the best Cruisers and cannons their planet had ever thought up. Still, there was a lot of work to be done, he saw, as he glanced over the forms. Nevertheless, he slipped the ones he saw into the teleporting bin of ‘Ok’. The papers vanished. Looking up, however, he noticed that the dent was nothing compared to the rest he had to examine.

Sighing then, he could only glare and rub his forehead as the chamber door hissed open. Leaning in the doorway was Tallest Purple. He wasn’t dressed in his formal attire. Instead, his lanky and slender form was decked out in a loose purple robe that was tied to the side around his waist. Without his special uniform, he wasn’t exactly as tall as he seemed. Of course, the illusion of his height was due to a material that stretched and flattened his natural waistline, thus adding about a foot of height. As he wasn’t wearing it, however, he had a standard sized waist, although he was still skinny and tall. The curve of his hips could be seen, though they weren’t nearly as pronounced without the uniform. This was the body that was lazily standing in the doorway, his shoulders against the frame and his stomach twisted. The feet that were suspended in the uniform tapped the floor as those legs crossed. Heavy lidded eyes stared at Red.

“ What are you doing up at this hour?” Red grumbled, more then just slightly frustrated that his counterpart had not come to assist him. The tone meant nothing to Purple. He just slipped inside and snaked his way over to the table. He walked his fingers across the papers he should have been examining too, “ Well?”

“ I’m lonely again, Red...” he whispered in his feminine voice, speaking to Red’s shoulder rather then looking him directly in the eye. The other gave him a stern look before pointing back to the door he had come from.

“ That’s what the thing... what’s it’s name? Rezmon is for. Take it to him. I can’t come to bed now, Purple. If we’re ever going to get ready for Impending Doom, one of us has to work,” he snapped back, gesturing for him to leave. Purple didn’t even look away. He kept his gaze steady on that shoulder, his mouth pushed into a pout. Red let out a groan he didn’t even bother to disguise as he gave him a different type of look; this one was annoyed, “ Don’t tell me you want a new toy, okay? I really don’t have time for this right now,”

“ But... Reeeddd.... Rezmon is so dull.... he’s a one trick pony....”

“ Well, his one trick is why he’s sleeping in this building. Make do with it or don’t have sex. I don’t care, but I need to concentrate,” Red jerked away then. Purple gave him a harsh stare, trying to guilt him into agreeing. When he saw that those reddish orbs weren’t going to be looking away from those papers, he slammed his hand down right in the center of one of the galaxies the Irken army was planning on invading.

Slowly, Red raised his narrowed eyes up to meet the equally narrowed eyes of his counterpart Purple. There was a moment where each attempted to stare the other down. Then, Red moaned and groaned and shook his head and gave in. He knew that if he were going to get any work done at all, he was going to have to get the other out of the way. Only one sure fire way had ever worked. That was making sure Purple had a sex toy. Purple had a nearly insatiable sex drive that had to be filled in order for him to get motivated to do anything else. If it wasn’t fulfilled, though, he could become one of the biggest nuisances known to Red’s headaches. Thus, Red nodded and put the ruler down. Purple cheered, doing a victory dance, knowing at once that he’d won this battle.

“ What type do you want this time?” Red questioned as he rubbed the space between his eyes. He could feel a headache brewing. Purple, on the other hand, just tilted his head to the side as he thought about it.

“ I want to be wowed... I want someone who’ll surprise me every time... someone... different... but submissive.... forceful and obedient...” he rallied these qualities off as he strolled towards the door in order to get dressed. Red watched him leave, his eyes narrowed, “ I want a warrior this time. No,” Purple spun in the doorway, an evil gleam to his dark orbs, “ I want an Invader,”

In no time, then, the two Tallest were dressed in their uniforms and heading down to the training grounds of the Irken Invaders. Red truly wanted to just nab the first one they saw, but he knew Purple’s tastes were strange when he had something in mind. Normally when he tired of a toy, Red just motioned for another of the same breed to be brought in. Whenever Purple actually sought out a specific creature, though, they had to ‘shop’, as it were. Thus, they went down to where the Elite soldiers were battling one another as a form of training. Blue blasts crashed into the ground at various locations as the boys and girls tackled the others to the ground. As soon as Red waved his head at the commander, a semi tall Irken by the name of Werr, the training ceased. All of the new Elites rushed to stand at attention, their antennae wiggling in salute. Purple gave them the once over as Werr was taken aside by the other Tallest.

“ I need a special Invader, Invader Werr. Someone... with a whole lot of energy... someone who can take a beating and keep... uh... fighting. Someone different... and surprising....” he privately told him as his counterpart had the Invaders all spin around a couple times for sport. Werr eyed his Tallest, then nodded, understanding what this had to be about. There was a pause in which Purple had the Elites start dancing for his amusement, then Werr pointed to one of the soldiers.

“ He’s as energetic as they come. Surprises the hell out of me every time he does something. One of our best killers. He’s not much of... a team player, though,” the Invader said while shrugging, “ He’s the best I can give you,”

“ The best, huh?” Red’s long fingers rubbed his chin as he eyed the dancing soldier with interest. Purple roared with laughter at the performance, “ Alright. We’ll take him,”

“ Zim!” Werr barked suddenly, stopping all the dancing. The soldier went stiff, saluting his commander as his antennae shot straight up. Red drifted over to Purple so that the two of them were directly in front of this particular Invader, “ The Tallest have a special mission for you. The rest of you are dismissed for the rest of the day. My Tallest,”

With that, Werr and the remaining Invaders departed. The three were alone for the first time. A moment passed where the Tallest examined the new toy. Invader Zim, of the Elite Invader Classification, was probably the smallest Irken either of them had ever laid eyes on. He was incredibly petite, with large dark pink eyes that filled his head. Dressed in the standard uniform, he stood at perfect attention, and seemed to have all the obedience that Purple had requested. Yet, Red couldn’t quite wrap his mind around how small he was. He was suddenly afraid that he had picked wrong and would have to waste even more time replacing this one. Yet, Purple grinned maliciously and patted Zim on the head the way one would a small puppy. Those black antennae flattened, but he barely flinched.

“ You’re so short!” he declared in that cheerful voice, his smile growing that much more. Zim looked from one to the other in mild confusion, “ He’s so short, Red! He’s so small!”

“ I see that, Purple,” Red bitterly mumbled before looking down at him, “ Introduce yourself, Invader,”

“ Yes, My Tallest!” he sharply answered without even thinking about it. His eyes narrowed to a vicious state of a hardened killer, although his voice was feminine and had a touch of natural bite to it. There was a lingering of sarcasm to the accent of his tone, as if he didn’t even have to try, “ Invader Zim reporting! I am an Irken Elite Invader and look forward to working for you in Operation Impending Doom! I am a killing machine and a natural with all weapons!”

“ He’s loud....” Red could feel his headache growing as he said this. Zim didn’t respond. He continued to salute them, his face blank of all emotion, “ Would you like to assist us in a special mission, Zim?”

“ Yes, My Tallest!”

“ Oh, Red... he’s perfect! He’s so tiny! And he’s got so much pep!” Purple teased playfully, squishing Zim’s cheeks together. His eyes frantically looked around as he searched for an answer as to why his leader was acting like this. Red sighed, having already seen that coming. He gave the final nod and began to head back to the Imperial Building. Purple pointed in front of him, “ March, Soldier,”

“ Yes, My Tallest!” Zim shouted before he started to march as instructed. Purple floated behind him, giggling and watching as the small thing bounced along between the two of them.

When this group arrived at the headquarters, Red didn’t want to waste any time. It was early morning and he had a meeting with the commanders of the army about strategies in a few hours. If he were to make a dent in his paperwork, he was going to have to get rid of Purple and his new toy. Thus, he took them straight to the technicians corridors some ways from the planning room where all the paperwork was scattered. A computer similar to the Super Computer of Irk was against the wall, surrounded by all sorts of screens and monitors. Buttons glowed and cast them in a strange sort of neon light that continuously switched colors. They came to a stop on a raised platform in front of this computer. Purple pushed Zim in front of it as Red pulled down a thick cord buzzing with furious electricity. Red pushed this into Zim’s pak, turning him around roughly.

“ Enh?” the Invader squeaked as the systems of his programing appeared on one of the floating screens, “ Am I being reassigned? Is this part of my mission, My Tallest?”

“ Well, it’s part of your mission, but, no, you’re not being reassigned,” Red answered as Purple adjusted a chart on the screen, “ This is going to sting... actually, it’s just going to hurt,”

“ Enh? Wh-”

The question was cut short as a paralyzing amount of electricity jolted through Zim’s small body. A loud scream rang out as his eyes widened. His body convulsed violently, dropping to the ground in withered agony. Red gave him a bored look as Purple giggled and clapped his hands at the apparent light show. The systems began to mend themselves while the toy squealed and slammed his fists into the ground. There was no stopping it, however, as the changes necessary for this position took place. That uniform began to tear around the seams as Zim’s tiny frame began to grow taller and taller still. His hips curved out, his legs retained the same arches as his torso lengthened. When the last jolt when down his frame, the screen binged happily and a smilie face appeared. Red flicked the machine off. A low moan escaped Zim’s mouth as his body twitched innocently. Purple didn’t hesitate. He heaved him onto his feet and examined him from head to toe.

The Invader stood about two heads shorter then them, thus only a head shorter then Purple at his height without his uniform. His body was slender and small still, with rather nice hips and a full bottom. The lines of his pale green skin were pleasing to the eye, running effortlessly together to form a tiny but elegant form. The remains of his uniform hung from his shoulders and hips perilously, moving as he blinked and twisted to look at his suddenly changed appearance.

“ Enh! What did you do to Zim?! My body! I’m tall! What’s the meaning of this! I won’t fit into my Voot Cruiser! My Tallest! How can I go to war if I cannot fit into any of the equipment! My uniform does not even fit! Explain this to Zim!” he shouted, stomping his foot as his eyes narrowed deeply. Purple grinning madly as he tilted the Invader’s head backwards. His slender fingers ran over that smooth skin in approval.

“ You are not going to war, Zim. You have a special mission to complete first,” Red informed him as Purple fawned over him in a lustful manner, “ Impending Doom is coming up. However, there is too much work to be done for me to continue to have interruptions. As such, you are to entertain him in the bedroom so the final steps can be worked out. That is your new mission,”

“ In the bedroom?”

“ Urgh.... you don’t understand, do you?” he didn’t need an answer, so he didn’t bother waiting for one. Motioning to his counterpart, he did his best to explain, “ Tallest Purple has a desire for an Invader to amuse him in the bedroom, performing sexual acts. You are now that Invader,”

“ But... My Tallest... I am an Invader....” Zim stammered out, his fists balling in front of his waist. Purple stroked his cheek, “ It runs in my veins to destroy... not make... sick... loving passion between the sheets... even sheets such as yours, Sirs,”

“ You have no choice. You were chosen because you were the best available. Now, I have a lot of work to attend to. Purple, take him to the bedroom. I’ll dispose of the other one,” Red waved his hand to the new toy as he drifted out of the room. Ignoring Zim’s continuous protests, Purple followed, dragging the young Irken by the wrist.

Red departed towards the planning room, ordering for Rezmon to be escorted out of the headquarters and dealt with accordingly. Purple, on the other hand, pushed Zim in the opposite direction. Eventually, the Invader grew quiet as he relented for the time being. They reached a sealed door within a few moments. This opened when a code was punched into a bar on the side. Once they whizzed open, Zim was shoved inside. The bedroom was massive, flowing in an oval sort of manner that stretched into a circular ‘L’ of sorts. Located across from the door was a long, rectangular bed with a mountain of plush pillows pushed up under an extensive window of tinted glass. To the right of this bed was a door and the walls and nothing else. To the left was the elongated portion of the room, including a small sitting area and a dining room. Beyond that was another door. Everything was the same metal that the majority of Irk was constructed of. The lighting was dim purple, but light enough that every detail could be made out.

To this bed, Zim was pushed. He was jerked around and shoved backwards onto it as the door snapped shut behind Purple. The rest of the universe was locked outside this room, leaving them alone to get to know each other better. The Tallest stripped out of his uniform until he was wearing nothing at all. His green skin was tingling with the perverted excitement of having found a new lover. Cautiously, he approached the bed and knelt on it’s luscious sheets. The Invader gave a start, but froze when Purple grabbed his wrists. Without having to use much force at all, he pushed the smaller boy onto the bed. Pinning him there, he saw those pink eyes searching for an escape. He decided to end that search prematurely.

Purple pressed his lips over Zim’s without pause. One hand locked on that jaw, forcing that tender mouth to open. The other was poised next to the Invader’s face. A whimper filled the air, only to be drowned out in the heavy breathing that started instantly. Purple kissed him deeply, drinking in the taste of candy and sweets, obviously the diet of the seemingly healthy Irken. Zim’s eyes fluttered shut, falling in love with the feel of those lips over his own. A deep rouge washed over his cheeks as the Tallest’s tongue wrapped around his own. Their snakelike tongues danced around and around, feeling the roof and floors of the mouths they explored so thoroughly. The Invader’s hands slipped up, running over the bare chest of the older Irken with interest for how the skin felt on his semi bare fingers. Heat poured into the room as Purple shifted his head and switched positions. Their lips never separated until neither could gather enough air to continue. Then they parted, hovering merely centimeters apart. Purple gazed into those delirious eyes with smug pleasure at having wooed him so easily.

Stopping for a brief second in that stare, Purple then dipped his spidery fingers to the tattered remains of Zim’s uniform. He wasn’t aided in removing them, but, then, he didn’t want to be. He smoothed them over the boy’s head and past his feet, using his teeth to yank the damaged gloves from his fingers. Then he inched his way down to the ankles of the gasping Invader and pushed his hands into the sheets even with those wide hips. That young face blushed deeper, his knees going to bend to cover the area between his legs. He didn’t get a chance to pretend to be modest. The tallest moved one hand to stop his leg, pressing a finger firmly on the joint to apply some painful pressure. Zim groaned out, his hands gripping the sheets. A shudder shook his small frame and brought a smile to Purple’s lips.

Those purple orbs lowered to the main attraction of this event. Like all Invaders, Zim was not built like the rest of the Irkens. His sexual organs were tucked up inside for safety, hidden behind that pretty slit that cut his front down the middle. Everything was flat and unruffled for his youth, leading seductively to his succulent ass. Purple moved his hand to touch the warm slit, parting the lips for the first time in this Invader’s life. A cry rang out, pure and weakly angry. Liquid oozed out onto the Tallest’s hand from the wet inside.

Whispering in their native tongue, Purple eased his finger behind the folds. Groaning filled the air in steady pulsations, rocking Zim’s body from head to toe. Within, there were warm fluids that began to drip over his wrist and onto the sheets while he explored tentatively. He felt the walls there, felt their texture, before he located what he was searching for. There were the two spheres of his tender balls and the hard, jutting surface that constituted as a shaft. Less then two inches from the surface, Purple deduced, as he stroked it playfully. A choked gasp made a shiver of lust run down his own spine. His exposed shaft was already getting hard from touching that soft center of his candy toy.

Purple switched positions quickly. He straddled one of Zim’s legs, so that he could rub deep within his lover and grope himself without falling forward. As his hand encircled his erect cock, he pressed roughly against the surface he had only been stroking before. A convulsion brought a scream to life in Zim’s throat. His hands tore at the sheets as his eyes squeezed shut. That blush was furious, pounding over his face so painfully that Purple could only find himself memorized. He’d never seen such a beautiful reaction before. That only made his touch grow that much harder, faster, firmer against both of them. His body started to react as well. Tremors jolted his spine as heat rushed to life in his skin, a fog consuming his brain. He gasped out, his throat tight as pressure started to build behind his cock. The room started to spin as he heard a shriek and felt more liquid pooling on his wrist and dripping onto the sheets in a sticky mess. The leg between his own shook, pressing roughly against his balls and making stars appear in his eyes. That pressure threatened to burst, but he couldn’t go now.

Ripping his hand out of that slit, he pulled his body over that leg one more time, Without losing a second, he slung the Invader’s ankles over his shoulders and grabbed those hips. His fingers sank into the flesh, one hand nearly losing grip for the fluid coating his hand. Then he entered that area for the first time. His cock sank right in, pushing firmly against the surface deep within so perfectly. Zim’s cry echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls. His pink eyes shot open, his head jerking backwards as his back arched. His toes curled and a sudden convulsion rocked him around Purple’s cock. The feeling brought a laugh into the fiery air as he moved his hips back. His cock slid out, nearly to the end. He slammed himself back in, created a similar reaction, and found the walls squeezing tightly around his shaft. That texture made his eyes blank for a second, a rush of flushing heat overtaking his formerly cool demeanor. His own back bent, his antennae shooting straight up.

The pumping began as the walls grew tighter still, rubbing against his cock. Purple was left panting and gasping over that screaming and withering form that clawed at the sheets and thrashed in a series of convulsions. He felt liquid filling the space between his cock and the walls of his lover, creating a slick runway. Every thrust landed him against the hard shaft of the Invader, his hands pulling Zim’s hips backwards as he eased his own away. Then he would slam them together in a painful rush of spasms and the oozing of more clear fluids. This dripped down his legs as he struck that sweet spot deep within. Each thrust brought more pressure behind his own cock as his eyes spun and a ringing pounded deep within his skull. He saw Zim’s face overthrown in rapture time and time again, so much that the Invader grabbed at his own antennae and rode the orgasm in sheer agonizing pleasure. The shrieking that accompanied that thrashing was nearly enough to send Purple over the edge.

Then he struck that surface and Zim’s entire body twisted and bent, his face pressing into the pillow as he cried out in Irken for mercy. That sound, coupled with the tightness constricting Purple’s cock, was the last straw. He let out a cry as his vision became a blinding light. His body was rocked from his blank mind to his suddenly numb toes. He felt himself burst inside that wet area before his body collapsed onto the Invader. He pushed his cheek into the quivering shoulder of the young Irken, his body laying half on top of him and half on the bed. Slowly, he eased himself out and moved until he was completely on the sheets. He could barely breathe, but he had a feeling Zim couldn’t at all.

Still, he caressed that cheek and kissed his neck passionately. Zim choked for air as he shut his eyes and rubbed his chest. His hands shook violently. Purple took one of those hands and held on tight. A pink orb opened an inch, and a wicked smile poured over that exhausted face.

“ I am... pleased... to have served... My Tallest....”

“ I’m sure... you will continue to do so, Soldier,” he answered that whisper as he leaned over him. Their lips touched and a jolt a fiery electricity sparked through their tired limbs the likes of which neither had ever experienced. It was so strong, a wave of ecstacy was thrown over the Tallest’s head, nearly drowning him in it. Judging by the dazed look in those pink eyes, he knew Zim was drowning with him. They could only smile drunkenly at each other as they pressed their lips against one another’s again.

Purple was quite sure, then, that he had found a good mate within the passionate soul of Invader Zim. Perhaps, even a permanent one. Of course, only time would tell.
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