Kitty Collar Tight
~unicornguts
When Dib comes to, he is graced with a dagger-toothed grin hovering above his eyes.
"Oh right, you're awake." Zim says in a causal, serene tone as Dib lifts himself up from the dissection table and looks around as if he wasn't already familiar with this place. Dib feels around his body to see if anything important has gone missing but finds everything still in contact. Dib looks at Zim, the panic evident in his eyes.
"What did you do?" Dib shrieks, hands shaking as they reach over towards Zim's neck.
That's when Zim pushes the shiny red button on the gray remote he had been hiding behind his back.
The pain is sharp as it shoots up from Dib's lower back, up his spine and to his neck. Dib screams out in pain and falls back, skin burning and hissing as if he was a demon and someone sprinkled holy water on him.
"I didn't do anything, I mean, what makes you say that?" Zim asks innocently, the corners of Zim's mouth tugging into a strange smile and he being laughing: a throaty chuckle.
Dib gasps, trying to breathe but finding it hard as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Dib feels for his neck, finally noticing the purple collar wrapped around it, loose enough not to suffocate him.
"Do you like it?" Zim asks, voice dripping with sadistic glee. "I think it looks quite nice on you."
"You...jerk!" Dib quips, unable to think of anything else as his brain seemed to be fried along with his pale skin.
Zim snickers, pressing the button again, the jolt racing through every nerve ending in Dib's body. He yelps out, wiggling on the floor in agony.
"It's okay Dib-worm, I won't kill you," Zim examines his fingers. "I'm a little bored, and this is fun."
Dib lays on his stomach, panting. Zim steps over him, pulling him up by his arms and helping him sit up. Dib's eyes are only slightly open, his vision blurry.
"You know, I was thinking about what to do with you once I've conquered this PUNY and PATHETIC planet of yours." Zim informs him conversationally, Dib is too exhausted for rebuttal, instead reaching to clutch the pinkish fabric in front of him.
Zim's hands are wound in Dib's hair, he kisses his collarbone and along his jawline as Dib's shaky breathing finally becomes steady.
"Maybe a little freedom for you, or maybe I'll just keep you on a leash and have you as my pet," Zim coos, as if this was some form of pillow talk. Dib hardly feels insulted though, he blushes at Zim's soft tone. "Don't worry, I'll be very very nice, I promise."
Dib murmurs a soft "I love you." although, Zim doesn't hear this.
"Deal?" Zim asks, magenta saucers shining.
Dib blushes, turning his head away from Zim like a stubborn little kid not getting what he wants.
"That's alright, you don't have to answer now," Zim says. "You'll come around."
Zim cups Dib's cheeks and proceeded to force his tongue down the other boy's throat. His snake-tongue swept over Dib's mouth and over his teeth, tasting something he wasn't familiar with. This was when Dib noticed the gray remote that Zim left nearby and unprotected. He uses one hand to pull Zim closer.
Dib smacked his hand down on the red button and feels the jolt zip right through him and straight for Zim. He squeaks and pushes Dib away, whimpering in pain.
"Oh Dib, your just so cute sometimes." Zim mocks and laughs a little once his was done wiping his mouth.
Dib's smile doesn't fade, even when Zim kicks him in the ribs for good measure.