Keef was waiting at Zim's locker when he made his way over. He had no reason to go to his locker, since he hadn't brought any books to school today, but he assumed that's where the annoying little worm would be. And he was, bouncing up and down, clutching his books to his chest with a wide, more excited than usual look on his face. He waved wildly as the Irken approached, shouting his name as though he couldn't see him. Zim didn't wave back, he just nodded his head and motioned for the child to follow him. He bounded over happily, falling into step with the Invader.
"I can't believe we're going to have. . ." he paused and glanced around as though he expected someone to be listening. Zim gave him his signature look, one eye wide and the other narrowed, as Keef leaned a little closer and dropped his voice. "Sex."
"Yes. Feel honored and such," Zim replied, flicking his wrist at the boy. He squeaked with glee, biting his lower lip to keep from shouting something pointless, he was sure. Then he rambled off something the Irken didn't bother to listen to, holding open the door for Zim.
"I always knew you didn't like girls, Zim. I always knew. And I knew we were close. But I never, ever, ever, ever—" Keef started, clutching his books tighter to his chest. He stopped in his sentence, however, when Zim held up one hand. He turned to the human, narrowing his eyes a little bit. It didn't faze Keef in the slightest, but that was besides the point.
"I did not say I don't like girls. Do not assume you can understand the mind of Zim, stupid worm baby," he stated, gesturing in the air quite dramatically as he spoke. Keef raised his eyebrows as though shocked to hear Zim liked females, but otherwise, he was unaffected by the insult to his intelligence. In fact, if Zim had to guess, his smile widened a little more.
"You're so cool, buddy. I can't wait to have. . .sex. . .with you," he exclaimed rather loudly, though he dropped his voice at the word 'sex' again. Zim looked around, but didn't see anyone around. He looked back at Keef, who was blushing rather deeply at the very mention of sex with the Irken. He gave him a look, then turned back to the sidewalk in front of them.
He didn't understand why on Irk Keef would be so embarrassed by the action of sex, let alone the word. Certainly, he might understand him not wanting any others to hear. That was obvious, not wanting others to know what happened behind closed doors if you weren't sure about your partner. That was most certainly why Zim hadn't announced to the entire cafeteria that he was inviting the stupid boy to his base for sex. Well, that and he didn't want the Dib to know what he was doing. He hadn't expected such embarrassment from Keef. No, actually he expected him to tell everyone he knew that he and his 'bestest buddy' were going to have sex after school.
On Irk, or any place Irkens were for that matter, sex was nearly as common as breathing, most certainly as common as snacking. When someone wanted to go a round, they need only ask and if their proposed partner found them equally pleasing, they would agree. There was no embarrassment, no shyness, and certainly no lowering of the voice at the word 'sex'. They would just head off to their quarters, chatting about what they wanted to do. If they didn't know each other, they would exchange names and sometimes positions.
"Why do you act embarrassed?" Zim finally asked, cutting Keef off about whatever he'd been talking about. The human stumbled over his words, glancing around as though he wasn't sure what he was talking about. The Invader rolled his eyes and motioned between them. "About having sex with Zim."
"Oh. . . um. . .well, you know. . ." he started, pushing his two index fingers together as though incredibly nervous. His face burned red and he stared rather intensely at the ground in a manner that Zim had never seen from the excitable boy before. He paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to his 'buddy', smiling widely. "Because it's intimate. . . between two friends. . . or. . . um. . .lovers."
Part of Zim wanted to call the whole thing off. He would manage by himself or cave and let Gir help. There was no way he was even going to consider letting Keef think for a moment, a nano second even, that they were lovers. He would simply not stand for it. There was no way such an amazing IRKEN INVADER would ever partner with such a lowly creature. If Zim were to partner with anyone in such an intimate way to actually refer to them as a 'lover', it would be a fellow Invader. Someone of the Irken race, certainly. He could never consider anyone else worthy to be his lover.
But at the same time, Zim did not shove the boy away and order him to go home, to never speak of this again. It had been years, decades by Irken standards, since he had rubbed up against another Irken. So long since he had felt an orgasm creeping over his body, filling him up with pleasure. And in such a magnificent way! There was no way he could pass any chance to feel that again. Even if it were with Keef.
"We are not lovers. ZIM has no lovers," he announced instead, jerking one hand in front of Keef in a silencing motion. His voice was final and even though Keef's smile faltered, he didn't argue. After all, he was still allowed over and his 'bestest buddy' was still going to have sex with him. That seemed to be enough to please him.
Not that it shut him up. Zim spent the rest of the walk home half listening to the human as he rambled on and on about meaningless things. He nodded occasionally, muttering an 'uh-huh' when the time seemed to call for it. He glanced every now and then at the bouncing child as he exclaimed that he was 'so happy' and that he 'couldn't wait' and other pointless things. He started to talk about his day and Zim looked away. He tuned out the rest of the 'conversation', having no desire to hear about his day and how 'wonderful' it was.
Seeing his house, despite the fact that Gir was chasing the mailman around the front yard screaming about makeup, was an enormous relief. He let out a sigh, shaking his head a little as Keef shouted hello to Gir. The robot didn't even take notice, jumping into the air. The mailman screamed as he was hit and slammed into one of the gnomes. Lasers shot off at random directions as Zim marched by with Keef skipping behind him. He opened the door, which naturally wasn't locked, and ushered the annoying human inside.
"Wow! It's been so long since I've been to your house, Zim! I've never seen your bedroom. I bet it's neat though. You're so neat, Zim," Keef chirped out, walking in circles to take in the living room he must have seen at least a dozen times. The Irken watched him, glancing at the messy kitchen. A chicken clucked by the doorway and Zim narrowed one eye a little. Then he turned back to Keef, who was searching for his bedroom.
"Yes, yes, Zim is 'neat'. Now, to the. . .uh. . ." he announced, stumbling over the word 'bedroom'. He glanced from Keef to the kitchen. His bedroom was below the house, in the lab. In order to take him there, he would have to risk exposing his base. Knowing that most certainly wouldn't do, he glanced around the room for some sort of solution. He spotted the couch and grinned, gesturing to it with one hand. "To the couch."
"The couch?" Keef repeated, following Zim's finger as though he didn't know where it was. For a second and only a second, he stared in a rather confused way at it, then he broke into that familiar smile and clapped energetically. "Sounds great, buddy."
"Of course it does," Zim muttered, rolling his eyes in an annoyed way. Keef failed to notice as he followed the Invader to the couch. Both of them sat down, Zim confidently and the human a little more awkwardly. Then they sat still for a moment, watching the other for some sort of sign. Zim glanced at the TV before clearing his throat and flicking his wrist at the strangely nervous boy. He perked up at the very acknowledgment, something that sent a mild shudder down Zim's spine. "You, off the couch. On your knees, human."
As Keef obediently climbed off the couch, though he still looked rather confused, the Invader undid his pants. He moved as needed, pulling his pants down enough to expose his slit. The human drew in a breath before grinning so widely it looked like it should hurt. Zim leaned back against the couch, his legs parted so that Keef could move forward. He started to unbutton his jeans when Zim held up one hand.
"Stop. Stop. I said 'on your knees'," he restated, pointing at the floor with such a serious look on his face that the boy dropped on his knees almost instantly. He winced a little, but otherwise showed no sign of pain or discomfort. Zim motioned for him to come closer and he did, looking up at his 'buddy' with a puzzled look. Clearly, he was clueless about what to do next. It frustrated the Invader almost as much as failing to remember what had happened at Zita's party did. He gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything rude. He just reached forward and coiled his three fingers in Keef's hair. "Don't just sit there!"
With that said, he jerked the human forward. He let out a shout, one hand going to grab Zim's wrist and the other slamming against his knee. The next second, however, his face was pushed against his slit and Keef stopped moving. His hand gripped his wrist, but he didn't pull back. He just stared at the slit he was pressed up against. The Invader released his hair as he took a few deep breathes, the hot air brushing against his entrance in a most pleasing way. Keef moved a little, gripped Zim's legs as the lips parted to let him in. He glanced up, saw his 'buddy's' eyes were closed, fingers idly rubbing his lower stomach, and then looked back down. He slowly, nervously opened his mouth.
Zim let out a small sound when he felt the first lick. It was slow, hesitant, but it still felt good. His partner moved a little more, trying to get closer to the slit as it parted, opening to let him in further and further. But instead of licking the walls, he stayed at the slit. He ran his tongue, nervously at first, over the lips, tasting him. He heard him let out a shaky breathe and shuddered when the heat of it rolled over the slit. Zim pressed his fingers against his lower stomach, stimulating himself a little bit. The lips parted a bit more, some of his sticky cum dripping out. Keef moved closer, licking the cum curiously. He found it sweet, almost like sugar. He licked it off the couch, touching it with one finger. He rubbed it between two fingers and then licked them.
The Irken opened one eye when he noticed that Keef had completely stopped licking his slit. He looked down, both eyes open now. He saw that the boy was tasting the cum that had dripped on to the couch, licking it off his fingers. A shudder of rage traveled from his antennae to his toes and he twitched rather violently. Keef raised his head a little, feeling his legs twitch. Zim reached down and gripped his head tightly. The human let out a shout, hands once against going to stop him.
"You're not here for your enjoyment. You are here for ZIM'S!" he spat out in a voice so vicious Keef recoiled as best he could. But Zim didn't give him any chance to defend himself or apologize. He just shoved his head forward, pushing his face completely against the parted slit. Keef sucked in a breath, and nearly choked on the sugary smell of the Invader. He whined, trying to move his head. But Zim's grip only tightened, pushing him closer. "NOW, continue."
Keef nodded his head as best he could. Then he opened his mouth and licked the inner walls of Zim's cavity. His tongue pressed hard, sending a spasm through the Irken. He rolled his head back against the couch, letting out a low moan. The human continued, licking just as hard around the walls. He slurped up the cum as it ran down more and more with each passing lick. He moved his head, rubbing up against the spread lips. A shot of ecstacy went through Zim and he pushed Keef's head harder against him. The child gasped, trying to breathe. The hot air he exhaled and inhaled rolled over the slick walls. Zim moaned, the muscles in his body clenching up tightly. He pressed his free hand against his lower stomach, near the slit. He traced rough circles over the flesh, sending small spasms through his cavity.
The licking got rougher the next moment. Keef drank up the cum as it came, trying to pleasure his partner. Zim moaned and groaned, his hand pushing only that much harder against his head. He tried to move back, gulped down a mouthful of the sweet, sugary taste and coughed. He exhaled a great deal of air, making the walls shudder and clench. He pushed one hand against Zim's leg, trying to get him to release his head. But he only gasped and gripped his hair even tighter. He rubbed his the top of his nose against the edge of the slit, trying to tilt his head back. But it only seemed to excite Zim more. He pressed his fingers roughly against his lower stomach, his legs pushing into Keef's body. He wriggled against him, licking the rim around the walls, trying to pull back enough to breathe something besides the overly sweet scent of the Invader.
"Ugh. . . Harder, dammit. Don't be so shy," Zim muttered out, giving Keef's head a rough jerk. His forehead slammed against his body, just above the slit. It sent a pulse of pleasure through the Irken and he grinned. Keef sucked in another mouthful of that sweet smell and started to run his tongue over the slick walls again. He traced his tongue over them harder, nearly choking on the cum as it dripped down. He felt it at his chin, dripping on to the couch. He moved a little, running his tongue over the edge of the cavity. For a brief second, Zim's body convulsed and he was able to get a lung full of air. He swallowed it before being shoved right back between his 'buddy's' legs. He ran his tongue over the lips, still parted and begging for more. "Harder."
Keef was about to resume the motion when there was a crashing sound. Zim jerked up, slamming his hand down hard on the human's head. He let out a choking sound muffled by his slit and pushed against the Irken's legs with both hands. But he paid him no mind, staring with wide eyes at the broken window and the Dib, who was standing there with some sort of human weapon. He had it raised towards the alien, a look of war clearly written on his face. Zim looked from the human to Keef, who was still pushed rather far between his legs. He jerked a little as that hot air rolled over the walls of his slit again.
"Oh, GOD!" Dib shouted out, jerking back and dropping the weapon. It landed with a clunk as he pushed his hands over his face. Zim gave him his usual look as he stepped back, shaking his head furiously. He pointed at the two of them, his hand shaking with anger or shock or disgust or a mixture of the three. "What are you doing!?"
Zim didn't answer. He just gave the human a rather annoyed look, releasing Keef's head. He jerked back with wide eyes, gasping for air. He sucked in a good few breaths, falling on to his butt. Then he wiped away the excess cum and just sat there, taking careful breaths. Zim, on the other hand, sat up and jerked his pants up to cover his slit, moving so that Dib couldn't get a glimpse or see the cum staining his pants and legs.
"GIR!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound causing both Keef and Dib to jump. Dib turned as the robot came climbing in through the broken window. He dropped to the floor and saluted his master. Dib could only assume his eyes had gone red for a moment the way they usually did when Zim shouted for him. "GET HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Gir stood still for a moment, either because he had no idea which 'he' his master was talking about or because he had no intention of obeying. He stared at Zim, looking down at his waist, or so it seemed. Then he let out a loud shriek and ran towards Dib. He let out a shout, stepping back to get out of his way. When he continued to run after him, the human let out another shout and hurried to the door. He paused once he'd ripped it open, realizing that he hadn't needed to break the window after all. The two mortal enemies glared death at each other.
"This isn't over, Zim," he spat out in a rather evil tone, pointing at him with an accusing finger. Gir jumped in front of him with a scream of 'boo' and the human was gone. He glared from the lawn, got fired at by a laser, then headed off down the street, shaking his head as though he strongly regretted following the alien to his house to find out what he could possibly want with Keef.
Zim turned away from the window, relaxing a little. He let out a rather heavy sigh, pushing a hand against his forehead. He muttered a string of swear words in Irken before he noticed that Gir was standing near him, directly next to the human still in the house. He narrowed his false eyes, lowering his hand from his head.
"What is it, Gir?" he asked, each word more bitter and annoyed than the last. Gir moved forward, reaching out with his 'paw'. Before Zim could stop him, he touched the couch, where it was wet from his cum. Fury soared through the Invader and he let out a shrill sound, swinging one fist at his robot. There was the sound of metal against bone and Gir was laying on the ground, twitching as though he'd actually been hurt. "Don't touch it."
"Awwww, why not, Master?" he whined out, sitting back up. He pouted, squeaked from the disguise, but received no answer. In fact, Zim just held his pants up, getting to his feet. He stormed by both Gir and Keef without answering either of their questions as to where he was going.
He stormed into the kitchen, passed the clucking chicken that was pecking at leftover waffles, and headed for his base. He needed to think. He needed to clean up. He needed to just be alone right now.
A/N: This IS a ZaDr. Don't think I tricked you into reading a Zim/Keef. Just give it time.
Please R&R.
