Exposure

Part One

Tak had looked stunning, jaw dropping, a regular meal in heels. She was wrapped so tightly in a black dress that she must have sewn herself into it. Seriously. Her projection has been so provocative that even the subtle twist of her hips entering the vehicle had been enough to rob Dib of his normal level-headedness and leave him fighting for breath. The only rational thought in his head told him to stop staring at the low-cut fissure that dipped between Taks breasts.

Dib swallowed hard and concentrated on keeping the blood in his head as he greeted his date, "have you thought about were you wanted to go?"

"Not really," she answered in her characteristic fake accent. She would later admit to Dib that she only did it to make her sound more exotic. Yes, it was outrageous and far from convincing, but Dib had to acknowledge that it did make her that much more enticing.

Tak crossed her legs, the hem of her dress threatened to burst as is shimmied up her thighs. She casually gave the material a tug in a weak attempt to recover herself. It was no good. She was shrink wrapped.

Dib white knuckled the steering wheel, "you look wonderful." He spat the complement like a curse. As if saying it caused him physical anguish.

"Thanks?" Tak had picked up on the reluctance in his voice.

"No really, but you always look exceptional." He turned to look her in the eye, hoping to give some extra truth to his statement.

Tak gave her driver a once over. He was so skinny, even for her standards. The emaciated boy couldn't have weighed more then a hundred and twenty pounds even with those metal holes riddling his body. Those metal spiraled outlets allowed him to input with his computer, connecting him to the entire town, giving him the ultimate power over water, generators, and people like him. The biggest outlet was one at the base of his neck that directly linked his brainstem to the main hard drive of his computer. This was one reason he had to remain overly stoic all the time. To loose control of his emotions in an interconnected situation could lead to disastrous consequences. The slightest increase of breath, heartbeat, or brain activity would be picked up on by the sensitive instruments of the computer and could potentially cause power outages, meltdowns, and death. The discombobulating of his internal wiring could certainly destroy the circuitry of the city and all who lived in it.

Tak realized with mild shock that this was the first time she had ever seen him outside his lab. And why should he leave? He had everything there, control especially. Some days he would become so drunk on power that he would forget to eat or sleep. Just hang there half-conscious, preparing for the end, decoding and creating streams of binary that could cripple even the most sophisticated of firewalls within a series of seconds.

He was very secretive.

Because he was very smart. Everyone wanted to know the whereabouts of his late father's laboratory. Including Tak, his only admitted friend, who frequented his own personal lab, but was kept in the dark about his fathers', A.K.A. the largest stronghold of nuclear weapons and devastating chemical arsenals on the face of any planet. Dib once eluded to the sheer number of weaponry located at the base saying, "if something were to go wrong, if there were to be a melt down. Half the planet would go down with me. The rest would die in a nuclear ice age, if they survived long enough in the radiation."

Tak had all but salivated and then bit her lip until it bled. Anything to make her interest in the subject appear as minimal as possible. She never wanted to be too overt about pressing for information. Most of the time she just let comments like that one slide. She didn't want suspicions to be raised.

"How about the restaurant on the eastside, the new one. I hear it's getting great review." Dib suggested suddenly.

"You don't read the newspaper, nor do you watch television. Did you snoop in the system again?"

Dib smirked. The blatant look of disregard for what was obviously illegal on his face made mischief seem playfully innocent, "so?"

Tak gave him her coyest smile. Her hand moving to Dib's knee, "naughty…" she dragged out the word like the stoke of her hand.

"Nngh…" Dib twisted the wheel a bit too sharply driving over a curb. "Shit," he straightened himself out, switch into reverse and then rammed into a pedestrian.

The man bounced off the trunk and landed with a thump on the side of the street.

Dib gave Tak a horrified look. Tak without missing a beat advised him, "just drive."

"Right," Dib who had forgotten to switch back to drive, drove over the poor person a second time. "SHIT!" he shouted the expletive in the direction of Tak who just laughed. Finally he peeled out, leaving the unconscious victim behind him in a cloud of dust and burnt rubber.

"God I hate driving," it was true. The only reason he had opted for what he considered an outdated form of transportation was to hopefully add an extra romantic element to his endeavor. But killing someone had just kind of, well killed the mood.

"Well, that was eventful," Tak's hand remained strong and unmoved from its spot, nestled nearly at the crook that created the core of his body.

"Does that restaurant still sound good?"

"You know I don't eat."

"How about the ambience," Dib was visibly shaking and looking over his shoulder, "does that appeal to you?"

"Definitely, that and the company."

Dibs heartbeat sounded like an infinite line of landmines being detonated, each one more exhilarating and painful then the last. He could only compare this feeling to the first time that needle-like wire had entered his vein. It was liberating as fucking, and Dib had lost his innocence to power. He had been baptized in smoking circuits and calculating metal. Dib had been penetrated by the one thing he considered to be a deity. In a sense Dib had lost his virginity to god. This is what that was like, fucking god.

Dib pulled into the parking lot, coming to a stop under a streetlamp. The dim lighting gave Tak a sinister glow that suited her better then that translucent angelic one she had chosen to give her avatar.

Dib had been waiting for an opportunity like this, a chance to show Tak how gentlemanly he could be. What human chivalry might have been like it hadn't expired long ago. His advances had never worked. Taks resolve was like a mountain, nearly impervious to erosion. Only his best lines and the most endearing of tenacity could chip tortuously away at that giant reserve of excuses, until Tak had no more to use. But Dib knew something else had happened. What had been the proverbial straw? After 11 years for her to just accept a dinner invite seemed a bit odd. But with that ungloved hand so dangerously close to his crotch, he had neglected to breathe let alone deeply consider his partners ulterior motives.

"Shall we?" Dib removed himself stiffly from the vehicle, finding it hard to move with ice in his veins. He opened the door for Tak.

"Thanks." Tak slinked out of the car.

Her hair reflected red, but was really purple and cut to a dramatic a-line. Her eyes were so heavy with make-up that she could barely keep them open. It was either a very sleepy or sensual half-lidded gaze she gave Dib. Did she know what she was doing to him? Yes, she could almost see his stomach twisting itself into a Celtic knot and adored the feeling. She had the world's most powerful man at her feet like an abused puppy, waiting desperate for any scrap of affection she threw his way.

She flicked her wrist out, "well, aren't you going to hold my hand?"

Dib cupped it gingerly, taking precautions not to make eye contact. Tak using Irken persuasion and the ancient art of Kung Fu was able to interlock the digits before Dib could protest. As if he would.

Instead he squeezed it, the way Frodo gripped the ring all the way to Mordor, all the way to the door.

The restaurant was elegant enough, in the 1940s sense. Dib hadn't known the place was themed or he might have decided on something a little less gouty. Something without high ceilings and chandeliers, silk tablecloths, or candlelight, something with a little less space, places were he could feel safe, close. Dib was beginning to think he was agoraphobic.

The hostess sat them quickly, no one could afford to go to these sorts of places anymore and a spot was nearly always guaranteed even without a reservation.

The waiter was eager to serve and began pestering them for an order as soon as they took their seats.

"Alright you two welcome to the Fitzgerald. I'm Al I'll be your server tonight. If you need anything just feel free to ask. Can I start you out with something to drink?" This Al kid was massive but that was no surprise.

"Yeah, I'd love a Jack and coke."

Dib stared at Tak for the second time that night with a horrified expression. She couldn't drink it and he just didn't drink. He didn't see the point of inebriation, thought it was stupid and useless, not to mention a monumental waste of money. The sly look in Taks' turquoise eyes revealed her intentions. In order to maintain a look of normalcy someone was going to have to drink the cocktail. Three guesses as to who.

Dib gave Tak the foulest glare he could muster, "I'll take one too."

It was Taks turned to be taken off guard, "um, do you think you could tell us about the specials?"

"Yes, there's chicken, lots of chicken. CHICKENS OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS!!"

"What's good tonight?"

"Well, the chicken breassssssssst." Al leaned precariously over Dib, making the latter party uncomfortable. "Chicken tighsssssssssss." He was purposefully doing this wasn't he? Just to make Dib fidget. His eyes reflexively flickered over Tak's unsuspecting frame.

"Are they any good?" Tak was either completely unaware of the real situation or was enjoying watching Dib squirm.

"Oh, yes. Delicious." The way he enunciated it, thrusting himself over the table to loom over Tak made Dib furious. "So tender and juicy."

"Okay, really?" Dib threw the words as forcefully as he could. "I'll just take some Clam Chowder."

"Mmm, chowder. So white and creamy…" Al's faced twisted into confusion. "Are you gay?"

"CLAM CHOWDER!"

"I'd like some chicken, actually." Tak smiled kindly at Al. Dib was going to eat that as well.

"Excellent." Al put on a helmet and a full suit of armor, equipped himself with a giant electric spear, cried, "For PATRICK," and dashed off.

You see there was reason for this. This far in the future animals who had been treated with steroids and other such chemicals in hopes of plumbing them had grown to epic sizes. Out weighting and out smarting many of the servers at restaurants that served the genetically enhance poultry. A sort of arms race between man and chicken had been the outcome. 'Patrick' must have been one of the many casualties of the absurd war. Dib really didn't want to eat the chicken, the idea of a farm animal inducing a 'roid rage was way less then appetizing.

"So, now what's new?" Another waiter dropped the drinks down between Tak and Dib.

"Nothing really. Any news from your front?" Dib grasped the glass with both hands and bringing it to his lips sucked it like a bottle. Before he realized the whole drink was gone. He was turning into a regular professional alcoholic.

"I haven't heard from the tallest, I doubt they expect anything if that's what you want to know."

"Good, good. Do you really think this will work?" Dib's face was still a bit contorted from the booze he had just chugged.

"I have no reason to believe otherwise. Have the humans noticed the changes?" Tak leaned close to Dib.

"Please, humans never notice anything."

Tak and Dib had a pact that they would help each other with what they both most wanted. The destruction of their own races. Tak had return to irk empty handed nearly 12 years ago. She had asked for mercy, for a second chance to prove herself. Instead The Tallest had publically humiliated her, revoked her title as an invader and banished her permanently from her home. The once she had once loyally served. She had since refocused the passion she had for protecting the planet into annihilating it. Dib, similarly, had always been ridiculed and seen as an outcast. He had never fit in with these human. He had never connected to one the way he had so easily with his computer. And in his opinion there was no need to. What would he get out of them, what did they have to offer him? Tak was the only 'living' thing he had ever held other then platonic feelings for. Humans at this point were just a nuisance. Tak and Dib figured they could go live on a far away planet, somewhere in the Northern galaxies where all species were welcomed.

"We'll lead the Armada to my father's lab then…"

"You do realize you have still neglected to tell me its whereabouts." Tak shoved the second drink into Dib's hands.

"Oh, yes we'll get to that, when the time comes." Dib guzzled the other jack and coke.

Tak tried not to let the irritation invade her voice, "nervous?"

"Nope," Dib swallowed painfully nearly choking on his own larynx.

"I've return!" Al was alive, oh joy. "Your chicken and your really flamboyant clam chowder."

"Fuck off," Dib hissed under his breath. It went unheard as Al sprinted off with the empty glasses, probably to refill them.

The rest of dinner was entirely uneventful; it's what happened afterword that's worth anything.

Dib raced home too drunk to care about the speed limits and red signs. They entered his house, sat down, and before he could say incriminating, Tak was on his lap. She had made the daring move as he had removed his jacket, a bit overheated from the whiskey. The act had been perpetrated by her and at her insistence. Dib just didn't exactly say no. He threw off his coat like it had offended him some time during the evening and was about to open a soda when Tak said, 'just sit down a second, won't you?"

"Okay," was all he could mumble coherently. He flopped down on the couch sinking into its' cushions securing his fate.

Tak had thrown her legs over his thighs, gripping them like she would fall off a building if she didn't.

"Tak?" Dib was instantly drunker. On her smell, the way the groove of her body felt like a new angle, and how when she kissed him she tasted like salt water.

He gripped her, as she moaned perfect sounds, Dib knew then that two wrong people could make an absolute right. She cupped his face in her hands, as if it might slip through the cracks in her fingers. Dib didn't know what to do with his mouth; he had never been touched like this. Had never even been close, and now this girl was grinding against him hard enough to make a diamond. He wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed when his cock started to elongate itself or proud of its weight. When Tak felt it would she be angry? How far did she want this to go? What did she want from him really? Dib couldn't seem to shut off his inquisitive mind. What would happen if he just gave in?

Tak was loosing her control and was, instead of being arms length away, wrapped just as near, both physically and mentally. She hadn't counted on it being this exciting. The sound of Dibs unabashed moans or the dick she could feel better then the tips of her fingers all were enough to send her spiraling into ecstasy.

Dib noticed a change. Unlike the rest of his species he was quite observant. Something about her smell, no, her taste. It had changed. Whatever it was made Dibs' heart palpitate and his mind finally go blank.

"Ah!" Tak pushed away from Dib. He had been holding her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.

"What? What's the matter? Don't you like it?" Dib pulled Tak back into him.

"It's not that…" Tak was concerned. She too had never done anything like this, but she had heard rumor of what it was like, for her race anyway. According to her anatomy class the female Irken, once excited, releases a chemical that sends her mate into a sexual frenzy. It travels and is passed through mucous membranes, including the mouth and Stoolant opening. She wondered what kind of effect such a thing would have on a human. She stared intently at Dib. He was displaying all the signs of intoxication and something else. His pupils were dilated to their capacity, he was sweating, though that could have been a bi-product of the dry humping, and was giggling like a maniac.

"Tak this is a-maz-ing!" This was followed by a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "I can't believe sex is this much fun! We should do it all the time! But my throat hurts…"

"Shit. How do you feel, Dib?"

"Like, fucking you so hard you forget your name."

Tak had meant in regards to the symptoms, "what kind of drugs do human do recreationally?"

"Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, Psilocybin Mushrooms, Mescaline, Methamphetamine, Heroin, Methadone, Cannabis, MDMA…"

"What's that last one?" Tak interrupted him before he could rattle off anymore.

"Ecstasy!" Dib giggled before drawing Tak in for another round of kisses and some rough caresses.

"Stop!" Tak's brain was nearly mush. Dib was no longer ashamed of his manhood and was proudly prodding her with it. She had to think real hard to form a sensible sentence, "what does Ecstasy do?"

"It's a stimulant, a hallucinogen and has a similar effect on the brain as meth," Dib was tracing the inner line of Taks collar, barely stroking her nipples with every passing. "It makes you feel warm and fuzzy. And super trusting or so it's rumored…"

Bingo. Tak had inadvertently found the answer to all her problems, "oh, really?"

"Yup, so I trust that after I screw you into unconsciousness you will repay the favor another time."

Tak tried to act quickly but wasn't quick enough. Dib threw her to the couch and pounced, tearing that little bug from her ear that produced her hologram. Underneath him was now a full fledged Irken, green skin and all, just as he loved her.

"God you're amazing," he expressed with eyes that now saw and appreciated every detail.

Tak pouted. What would it feel like to have this human in her? If he came an inch closer the temptation would drive her mad, as if it hadn't all ready. NO! She was better then this! She was, sigh, an ex-elite Irken invader. Either way she was strong and didn't bend because of silly filthy stuff, like, well like this…holy cow her mind was getting all stupid. Was that thing in the boy's pants a stupid ray or something? Or was it the smell of his skin, or the way he pulled up her shirt to take dripping mouthfuls of skin. Something was wrong here.

"Tak?" she didn't notice this was a question right off. She just thought he was reciting the name purely for the feel of it against his lips.

"Dib…" why was she encouraging his trek into her pants.

"Do you really want this?"

Tak looked up, confused, "do you?"

"Are you kidding," Dib gave Tak no where to run, pressing his groin air tight to hers. "I would wreck you.

"Can I…" what was she doing! This was complete self-sabotage, "can I see it?"

"Hell yes," Dibs eyes, Tak couldn't help but notice, had shrunk back down to normal. It had been the kissing, but because it hadn't immediately been followed up by the actual act, the effects had worn off. But then why was he still so aroused?

It popped out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. It was long and slender, much longer then it was thick, measuring nearly to his bellybutton. It was curved too, upward, and had a long line of fluid trailing from its tip.

Tak moved over Dib and for the second time claimed the dominant position. Dib was red-faced, breathing with laborious rasps and waiting for something to happen. He still had half his shirt up and a good portion of his pants down. Tak really had no work to do, other then initiate some form of contact.

Dib moved in for another kiss. Tak pushed him back onto the cushions, "down human."

Dib just kind of laughed nervously. Normally he didn't like the title Tak so often enforced on him, but now it was kind of arousing the way it shot from her lips.

"How do you humans do this?"

What ensued next was pure madness. What Tak had meant was how do humans pleasure themselves? And she wanted to watch, observe and study the process. Dib did what he did to himself on a near daily basis. He wasn't as opposed to the everyday ritual as one might think. It was something that was more necessary then he cared to admit, but could also be fun. In order to function properly inside the matrix he had to make sure, as previously stated, he was near void of emotions. This includes arousal. If he was ever horny it was never an option to sync with his computer. Therefore, masturbation normally preceded his adventures. And he was good at it. He knew his body all too well, had mastered the sound of one hand clapping, and could normally finish himself off in a record five minutes if necessary. Tonight he let it linger.

This made Tak really impatient. Something in the room, a new odor had been introduced and it was driving her insane. The scent was being kept in that vile like organ, she needed it to stop or reveal itself. Until then she wouldn't be able to think of anything else, just that aroma. How intoxicating it was. How captivating.

Tak grabbed Dib and took control of the motions she had been intently watching. She pumped for far less then a solid five minutes before he ejaculated all other his stomach and chin. Tak stared on with a mixture of disgust and great intrigue. She vowed she would never be in Dib's position, never act the way he just had. Moaning like a damned fool and gripping the couch, completely out of control.

When it was all done, Dib tore of his t-shirt to wipe the mess he and Tak made from his body. Tak stopped him.

"What is this?" Tak flicked her tongue around the stuff on Dib's chin before he could answer or warn her.

"It's like 40 percent H2O!"

Tak gagged on the consistency, and then braced herself for unbearable pain, but none came, "What the…"

"Ha, some sort of a breakthrough," Dib yawned openly, throwing his arms over Tak. Apparently it was bed time for the human.

She indulged him, for now, curling up against the contours of his body.

"What does this mean?" Dib traced the veins of Tak's arm up and down, feeling for a pulse. Curious to see if her heart had been as affected as his.

"It means…" Tak wasn't sure. "it's going to hurt a lot worse…"

Taks' warning fell on deaf ears. Dib was already dead asleep.