-1Secrets

Chapter: #2 Lessons one must learn

"Wh-What did you say?" Zim stuttered, Dib slowly advancing towards him and pinning him against a nearby wall.

"Well…" He moved in closer, his face no less than an inch away from Zim's. "I WANT to SLEEP with YOU. In the SAME bed, in the SAME room." He smirked, "Any questions?"

Zim was speechless. He'd never seen Dib this, this, demanding. It startled Zim yet made something stirred deep within his little Irken body. It were as though his entire body was immersed in an overwhelming flood of heat.

Zim's eyes widened. 'It's happening again!'

He quickly pushed Dib aside and made a mad dash for his room. "Uh, sorry. Um… Irken business too attain to RIGHT NOW." And with that slammed the door behind him. Leaving Dib in an utter state of bewilderment.

Zim slowly slid to the floor, his back pressed against the back of the door.

'What's happening to me? Why this? WHY NOW!!'

He looked down, noticing the rather large bulge in his painfully tight pants. He made an attempt to crawl to his oversized bed only to find that this made the friction in his pants a great deal worse. He couldn't help but let out a small moan and instantly sit down in the middle of the room.

'Why does he make me feel this way? You're supposed to feel hate for your enemies, not THIS!'

Zim was not educated in this such thing. All he knew was the ways of the invaders, not affairs such as this. It was a completely new and foreign feeling to him..

He slowly reached out a shaky gloved hand and ran a finger down his member in curiosity, causing a small wave of pleasure to run down his length. He was now painfully aware of how irritating his 'new' problem could be.

He gritted his teeth in frustration. 'It's throbbing…'

Suddenly the door burst wide, "Zim I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier. Gir made tacos! I brought you…" He stopped, staring down at Zim in shock, nearly dropping the tray, "Some….."

Zim blushed a shade of crimson that nearly rivaled his eyes.

"DON'T LOOK!" He frantically tried to cover his length, only to cause himself to shudder as he hit a nerve ending.

As Zim was trying to regain his composure, Dib slowly set the tray down and started walking towards him.

"Zim, why are you trying to hide yourself from me?" He grasped Zim's hands and gently moved them away.

"Do-Do you know what's wrong with me?" Zim whispered, worry written on his features.

Dib looked at Zim in shock. Surely this alien knew what an erection was, didn't he?

"What do you mean?"

"This," He pointed at his swollen member. "It's throbbing and it hurts. Do you know how to get rid of it?"

Now it was Dib's turn to blush. For the longest time Dib thought he hated Zim, but after the two had become quite close he'd realized that he'd grown strong feelings towards the egotistical little green alien. And for Zim to say something like this to him, well, it came as some what of a shock to him.

"Zim, if I do something… Do you promise not to hit me?"

Zim gave Dib a look of curiosity and suspicion, but after several moments of serious thought, he nodded in agreement.

Dib crawled closer to Zim and slowly leaned in, capturing the little aliens lips in a light kiss. He ran his tongue slowly along Zim's bottom lip, nibbling at the Irken's soft skin. Zim opened his mouth to ask what was going on when suddenly he felt a foreign object invade his mouth, which he soon came to realize as Dib's tongue. It probed the inside of Zim's mouth coaxing his snake-like tongue to dance with his.

Zim slowly relaxed and slowly began to return the kiss, a little unsure in his actions. He wrapped his thin tongue around Dib's, giving it a little squeeze. Earning him a sorft moan from the other boy.

Much to Zim's surprise, Dib broke the kiss and looked Zim in the face.

"I'm going to do something else Zim, but you have to promise me not to freak out, okay?"

Zim nodded his head slightly, and he slowly began to unzip the Irkin's pants, causing him to groan as he released his confined member. He gently removed them from his slim waist and lightly began to tease Zim's sensitive length, slowly running his finger tips from tip to base.

Zim squirmed at Dib's touch, trying to hold back any moans that threatened escape.

"What-What means of torture is this Human?" Zim panted, as Dib began to tighten his grip and stroke faster.

Dib smirked, "Not torture, pleasure."

Suddenly, Zim's breathing hitched as Dib's pace once again quickened. He could tell that Zim was on the verge of cumming, and used his other hand to pinch his tip earning him a loud moan.

"Dib, I-I feel like I'm going to burst from the inside out! What's-What's happening!?"

Zim jerked his hips forward, a small amount of pre-cum slowly dripping from his head, lightly coating Dib's finger-tips. He began to thrust with the movements of Dib's strokes, keeping the pace. Every minute getting closer and closer to his climax, until he could finally take no more and with a yell, exploded in Dib's hands.

Dib looked down as the panting Irken below him, his body covered in a thin coat of sweat. He pulled himself up and looked at Dib a smirk plastered on his face.

"Very well done, human. This thing you call pleasure is tiresome, but enjoyable." He snickered. "But it seems as though you have the same problem I did."

Dib looked down at his now hard member, then back as Zim who was still smiling. His grin widened.

"Teach me."