"DIE HUMAN FILTH! DIEEEEEE!" screamed Zim, as he viciously attacked the video game controller with his thumbs. "I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" The short, green-skinned Irken then laughed maliciously.
Dib, the black haired boy who sat beside Zim, looked at him with a little concern.
"Uh... Zim?" he said, glancing sideways at him. "you know this is just a game, right?" Zim looked up from the video game with raised antennae. He nodded, staring at Dib with his large, red eyes.
"I know, DIB," he said, scowling. He rolled his eyes and then proceeded to jab his thumbs at the controller. After more similar outbursts, Zim was so overcome by a fit of evil laugher, that he lost his controller between the cushions of the couch that was randomly placed amid the scientific paraphernalia located in his underground lab.
Zim frantically searched for the green, plastic controller, but by the time he found it, it was too late. The dreaded "game over" sign flashed on the screen. Zim glared at the television, then threw the controller across the room.
"You didn't have to do that." Dib said glumly as the controller flew to pieces against the TV screen. Zim looked back at him, a scowl on his face.
"Yes, I did. It made me lose." Zim crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue at Dib. The black-haired boy rolled his eyes, and flopped back onto the couch. After a moment of silence, Dib looked at Zim, where he still sat on the edge of the couch, pouting. The alien had been on earth for a couple of years. Dib had figured when he first met Zim, that he had been a full grown alien invader. But Zim had grown since then. Zim was now approximately 16 years old on earth, and he had grown much taller. He was now only a head shorter than Dib (who had undergone an extremely embarrassing height shift a year previous). His limbs were long and graceful, if not a little on the thin side, and his face had a sort of elegance about it. Something about the tilt of his eyes was very pleasing to Dib. Still, there was one thing he had always wondered.
"Hey, Zim," Dib said, a thoughtful look on his face. Zim turned towards him, his antennae cocked in a questioning gesture.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss?" he said, drawing out the one syllable word until it lasted just long enough to annoy Dib. The black-haired boy sighed, and waited for Zim's total attention.
"Do Irkens..." Dib trailed off, unsure on whether or not to go on. Zim gestured with his hands for him to continue. Dib took a deep breath and spit it out. "Do Irkens have reproductive organs?"
Zim blinked, unsure of what to make of the question. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Why did Dib want to know this anyways?
"No." he finally said. "no, we don't." Dib looked embarrassed, but then Zim continued. "We don't reproduce the way humans do, we are made in machines. We do, however have... I suppose you might call them 'pleasure organs'."
Dib looked at Zim with one eyebrow raised.
"Why don't you come a little closer, Zim?" suggested Dib, patting the space next to where he was sprawled on one of the cushions. Zim swallowed, but moved over anyways. Why was his heart beating so fast? He was only sitting next to a human, after all.
"Can I help you?" He squeaked, feeling his pulse speed up at his close proximity to Dib. He could see the light reflecting perfectly in the boy's warm, brown eyes. Zim could smell Dib's cologne, it was a delicious, spicy aroma that tickled his nose.
"Come closer." Dib said, smiling a little smile that made Zim's breathing quicken. "Really close."
Zim nodded and leaned up to Dib's face, hoping that the boy couldn't hear how badly he was reacting to this closeness.
With a smile, Dib leaned in and pressed his lips against Zim's. The alien could feel his antennae stiffen on his head, as well as his breath come in ragged gasps. He moved his gloved hands to the sides of Dib's face, and pulled him closer. Their lips moved together in a motion that made Zim sigh. Dib pushed him onto his back, and began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. Zim made a noise that made Dib smile.
"Do you like that, Zim?" He asked, leaning over the alien, and smiling broadly. Zim scowled. He would never admit how much he liked the fact that Dib was now straddling him.
Zim gasped as Dib reached up his shirt, running his fingers up the smooth skin on his stomach. Zim shivered as Dib lifted his striped shirt over his head, brushing his antennae on the way. Dib noticed Zim's reaction to having his antennae touched. The black-haired boy reached out and stroked one of them. Zim's first instinct was to reach up and swat away whatever it was touching his incredibly sensitive antennae.
"Shhhhhhh." Dib hissed in his ear, still stroking the black protrusion. Zim moaned, then looked down at Dib, his cheeks blushing purple. Dib grinned.
The green-skinned alien looked up at Dib and smiled.
"Gimme." he said, grabbing at the scythe-like lock of hair that stood up from Dib's head. The boy shook his head slightly, chuckling. Zim leaped forward and grabbed the mass of hair. It was surprisingly soft. Like individual strands of silk. Almost purring with happiness, Dib practically collapsed on top of Zim. After momentary discomfort, Zim found that he actually liked this pressure. It was soothing.
"Why would you do something like that." Dib groaned, struggling to pull himself up. Zim just grinned, gloating over his minor victory. Dib looked at him pensively for a moment, then broke into a smile that Zim could only describe as 'evil.'
"What." Zim said, feeling worry and anticipation grow simultaneously inside of him. Dib just grinned, and sat back on his knees. He let his eyes wander over the Irken that lay sprawled before him.
"So..." he began, savoring the panicked look in Zim's ruby eyes. "you don't have reproductive organs... so what's down there?" Dib leaned over and began unbuckling the fasten on Zim's pants. The alien looked up frantically.
"Don't do that!" He shrieked, but did nothing to stop Dib as he pulled his clothing off. Dib whistled once Zim was completely naked. He had never seen anything like it.
Zim growled and curled into a ball.
"Don't be like that, Zim." Said Dib, sitting reaching out to touch one of Zim's antennae again. He ran his fingers up the length of it, marveling at its smooth texture. Zim relaxed and fell open on the couch. His eyes slid slowly closed as Dib continued petting him.
"Mmmm...nnnicee...hmmm." Zim muttered, turning over so that he was facing Dib.
The human boy smiled, and surveyed the length of Zim's beautifully green body.