'Wasn't the first and won't be the last,' he thought amusedly as he stepped from the building slowly, hands driven deep into his pockets. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the curtains move slightly and he grinned. They can look all they want but they won't get him back with eyes.
The man slid into his vehicle, nothing special just a little manual Mazda, and drove away. He felt the gazes follow him away and continued to grin, completely amused just by who he was. Who he had become.
He parked in front of a familiar house, hand full of dirty cash now. He jaunted up the walk like he owned the place, which, really, he rather did. And he rather liked it.
The door opened slowly as he was expected. He stepped inside and shrugged his coat off, dropping it on a rack next to the door and looking at the figure as it closed the door and locked it firmly.
"I have a little more for you tonight, if you're interested," Dib said, throwing the money down on the table and taking a seat on the couch.
Zim stepped over to him, head down. He picked up the money carefully and thumbed through it, counting out the extra hundreds. He nodded once and set it back down.
Dib took his boots off and sat back on the couch a moment, crossing his arms and looking Zim up and down. The alien didn't dare look up at him, his antennae flattened against his head in submission. Eventually Dib nodded and Zim stepped over to the lift, pressing a button to call it up. Dib took his time walking over, and when it arrived they both stepped onto the small lift and descended into the lab.
"Ever consider redecorating?" Dib asked, looking around the drab room. For all the alien technology, it really wasn't much to comment on. Zim didn't reply, leading Dib down a hall to a room he had designed especially for the human.
Dib made himself at home, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it over a chair as Zim closed the door.
"What'll it be today, Zim?"
The Irken glanced at him, knowing better than to answer. Dib looked him over again and waved a hand. Zim began to undress himself quickly, tossing his own clothes onto the floor until he stood naked before the human.
"Exotic," Dib chuckled, commenting on his own tastes. "You know what to do."
Zim lowered his head more and stepped over, undoing Dib's jeans with shaking hands. It had been a hundred times and he still dreaded each. Sometimes it was quick and simple, if the man was bored or merciful. Sometimes long and agonizing, physically punishing and sadistic. Zim could judge from Dib's expression what this night would be, and he steeled himself for the abuse.
He went down on his knees as he slid the human's pants down to his feet and Dib stepped out of them. Zim rose and folded them neatly, laying them in the chair and then folding the human's shirt so as it would not wrinkle.
"So efficient," Dib chuckled, perfectly comfortable and confident in his own nudeness. He laid down on the soft bed as Zim returned to him. His crimson eyes didn't even see as he climbed atop the human and licked his hands. He set to work, doing everything the human asked. He took the scratches and bites, the blows and strikes. He took it all silently, even as the human eventually switched places with Zim and forced himself into the Irken's mouth. Tears pricked Zim's eyes as he started to choke, but he held himself well and swallowed the man as he knew was expected of him. The taste.. it never got better, never got old.
Eventually Dib rose and slipped into his clothing, smirking as he buttoned his jeans. Zim lay, curled up on the bed with eyes squeezed tightly shut. It was over, he could rest and cry.
"Your tears betray you," Dib said as he slipped his shirt on. "Mighty Invader." And he was gone, knowing the lab well enough now to get out himself.
Zim wept silently, his alien tears not that much different than a human's but thicker. He wept for an hour as he usually did, then rose and dressed himself. He returned upstairs and counted the money again, then put on his disguise and left to buy what he needed, which was much compared to the cash.