Did you know? I still don't own anyone. Shocker.
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It had taken him the rest of the weekend to do it but Dib finally made it out of the handcuffs. He was just about to see if Zim had deactivated his spy cam when he noticed the file left carelessly open on the screen. His less-than-sane cackle was cut off by the sound of an alarm, which was informing him that school started in a mere hour.
Glowering at the alarm Dib muttered grumpily as he prepared for school. Sneaking into Zim's base with the invaders own method was going to have to wait until next weekend.
School turned out to be an extremely awkward affair. Dib, as usual, tried to make a point to keep an eye on the invading alien. However, he was continually unnerved to find Zim staring right back at him every time he looked over. He started to twitch and fidget, trying to fight down the burning in his cheeks every time he turned around
In a final act of desperation Dib scribbled "KNOCK IT OFF" and chucked it at Zim's head. The alien caught it with one hand and, without blinking, popped it into his mouth to chew on thoughtfully.
Dib attempted to stare straight ahead of himself for the rest of the week.
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Friday night at last. Dib prepared himself for the infiltration of Zim's base. Finally he would be able to get the photos he needed to prove the alien existed and then people would admit he was right and he would get the recognition he deserved and... Well, whatever. He looped the camera's cord around his neck, checked his ninja gear in the mirror with perhaps more care than he would have in the past, and headed out.
"See ya later, Gaz! I'm off to prove to the world that aliens exist!"
"Don't come back!"
Dib strolled through the front door of Zim's base, everything having gone without a hitch. He closed the door and glanced around the bizarre living room.
"Hey Gir."
"Hi big headed boooooy!" Gir let his head fall to the side as he extended the word. "This is my favorite show."
"Uh huh, say, where's your master, Gir?"
"I dunno."
"He's here, though?"
"I dunno."
"Did you see him walk past within the last... um... half hour or so?"
"I dunno."
Dib heaved a sigh and reprimanded himself for hoping for anything more. "Never mind, Gir."
"This is my favorite shooooooooooow."
Dib rolled his eyes and stepped into the garbage can in the kitchen, lowering himself into the bowels of Zim's base.
He giggled delightedly and started snapping pictures immediately. It was like the entire base was deserted. Dib spent quite some time attempting to access some stubborn data files marked "EARTH'S DOOM" and was a little surprised to hear his name being called.
It wasn't as loud as he would have expected, but none the less Dib jumped nearly a mile and ran for it. It was one of the things he did best, after all. He knocked into a few things and made quite a racket, however, and before long he was being flung into the wall and held there by sharp metal spider legs. He blinked dizzily, and thought he must have hit his head. Zim's face loomed into view but was quickly swallowed by darkness.
When Dib awoke he found himself strapped spread eagle on an examination table. He tried to look around as best he could and eventually caught sight of movement in the corner. With a sharp intake of breath Dib opened his mouth to begin demanding answers when Zim stepped forward.
Anything he was about to say died a shocked squeak. The invader was completely nude and had definitely acquired a new human feature. Though he was still green as ever, with enormous crimson eyes and expressive antennae he was, without a shadow of a doubt, male. Something which was made blatantly clear by his obvious erection.
"Dib-sssstink," the invader adressed him, "You will help me with this problem."
"What problem!?" Dibs voice cracked. He closed his eyes an refused to open them.
"This... 'penis' demands too much attention! How is the ALMIGHTY ZIM supposed to conquer you're pitiful dirt ball when his mind keeps wondering to his bodies ridiculous demands!?"
"Normal people just jack off..." Dib muttered and made a valiant attempt to count the veins in his eyelids. He could hear Zim moving to the front of the table and prayed the invader wouldn't notice his own bodies demands.
"You will help Zim." Dib jerked away from the voice so surprisingly close to his ear. His eyes opened despite himself, and he regretted it instantly. Zim was leaning over the side of the table, his face uncomfortably close to Dib's.
"What the hell makes you think I'd help you?!"
"You want to help Zim... Zim can smell it on you..." Dib felt the tip of a surprisingly soft antennae brush against his forehead and swallowed audibly.
"I... I can't. My hands are tied..." Zim chuckled softly and crawled onto the table. He straddled the trembling human between his knees he leaned forward to fiddle with a few switches. The position caused his erection to brush across Dib's chest. Dib made an odd gurgling sound Zim was quite sure he had never heard a human make before.
With a loud snap the restraints were released from Dib's hands, though they remained balled into fists to each side of him. Zim settled himself on top of Dib's chest and pushed his hips into him.
"Dib. You will help Zim." The alien held the humans head in clawed hands, raking them through his hair. Dib could no longer suppress a moan of pleasure and his hands finally began to stroke the disturbingly tantalizing green flesh looming over him.
Zim moaned his pleasure and pushed more firmly into Dib's hands. It wasn't all that long before he reached his climax. Afterwards he yawned hugely and, before Dib realized what was happening, pushed both of the humans hand's back into their former position and reactivated the restraints.
Feeling rather content, the alien then cuddled up to his restrained nemesis and pretended to fall asleep before Dib could even sputter his indignation.
Zim had been laying still for several minutes before Dib decided his raging erection wasn't going to go away on its own. Lucky for him, the sadistic alien had rolled over and revealed a bit of his neck. Dib bit down on it as hard as he could and Zim could no longer keep up his ruse.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" Zim cried, clutching the bite wound.
"You will NOT leave me hanging!" Dib burst out, his embarrassment burnt up by anger. Zim smirked smugly.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to... um. I DON'T KNOW, but I WILL."
Zim hissed his amusement and trailed a sharp claw down Dib's neck. "What does the Dib want Zim to do?" His voice was soft and hinted that Dib be very careful in what he asked for.
"A... a kiss?" His embarrassment returned ten fold and Dib turned bright red. Zim continued to trail his claw downwards and it took a second for Dib to realize he was actually cutting the fabric as he left nothing but a delicate red line down his chest. He couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his entire body.
"What is a kiss?" Dib blinked in surprise and frowned.
"Um. Its... when you press your mouth against another persons..." It didn't sound nearly as nice when he explained it. His cheeks continued to burn.
Zim pushed himself up a bit so that his head hung just above Dib's. He pushed his mouth against the humans with all of the delicacy and skill of a sledgehammer. Dib couldn't bite back a moan of approval when the alien's strange long tongue entered his mouth to play with his own.
Zim pulled back, breathing a little harder himself. "Like that?"
Dib could only nod. "And..."
"You want MORE? Needy little human-beast." Irken claws dug into the humans side.
Dib's anger flared once more and he strained to glare daggers at the uppity green alien "You could at least do what I did!"
Zim's electrifying grin warned Dib that he had known what was wanted all along.
Dib remained strapped to the table for the rest of the night, but he really didn't mind at all.
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The next morning Dib awoke on the examination table, shivering and naked but no longer restrained. After a quick search through the room he discovered his clothing relatively intact and his camera utterly destroyed. Making a small sound of annoyance he found his way back up to the kitchen where he was more than a little surprised to see Zim calmly eating his way through a plate of waffles.
"You're just letting me go?"
"Yes." Zim said, shoveling a fork full of waffle into his face as Gir bustled around the kitchen, happily making more.
"But... why?!"
"Zim has decided to give the Dib-thing a head start. You have exactly twelve hours to prepare before you will be hunted down and taken again."
Dib stepped out of the kitchen backwards, his face flushing. He bolted for the front door, already concocting a plan to reverse the role of hunter for their next encounter.
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Haha, oh god this story is embarrassing. I shouldn't be allowed to write porny things.
