The halls of the base were long and winding. It was a typical Irken design to confuse any intruders, getting them lost until they were weak enough to torture information out of. Zim's boots made a soft clunking sound on the metal floor as he walked down one of the hallways. It turned left several times, machines beeping or flashing the occasional light. Usually, the Invader would stop to check the machine out to make sure nothing was about to blow up and the computer had failed to inform him. But not right now. He didn't want to think about the mission, even if it might help take his mind off things.
He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. No, this Irken didn't know the meaning of such words. He could have held his head high and just laughed at the naivety of the human, pushing Keef right back where he was. The Dib knew he was an alien and Zim had come to enjoy teasing him about his inability to expose him to the human race. Taunting him sexually would only add to that enjoyment because he knew the Dib wasn't sexually active. He was still untouched, as several of the kids' teasing had proved over this last school year. As far as Zim was concerned, the fact that he was sexually active was just another thing to prove he was the superior being.
But still. . . There was something that didn't sit right with Zim. He didn't know what it was, though it was on the tip of his tongue. He had seen that disgusted face and suddenly he didn't want to be in front of Gir and Keef. Perhaps the Dib was just a buzz kill, but he didn't think so. Maybe he just wasn't used to seeing someone recoil so badly at the sight of sex, least of all involving him. When was the last time someone had been disgusted by it? He couldn't remember, but he knew it must have been before Impending Doom One.
The Irken slowed to a stop in front of his personal chambers. He narrowed his eyes at the door, though he had no reason to do so. Then he raised one hand and pressed his palm against the door. It scanned his hand print, a smiley face appeared and the door slid open. He marched into the room, the door snapping shut behind him. He made sure it was locked before he tore the wig off his head and threw it on the ground. He didn't bother with the contacts as he dropped onto his bed.
He grabbed one of his spare shirts off the usually incredibly clean floor. The massive hangover he'd had left him uncaring of his bedroom's appearance, not giving a damn about germs or anything of the sort. But now he most certainly had some cleaning to do. But for now, it could wait. He quickly scanned the room and his clothes and some drink containers and snack wrappers on the floor. Then he twisted the shirt up in his hands before pushing his pants down.
A small gasp escaped his lips before he could stop it when he pressed the shirt against his slit. The lips parted to let it in, hoping for an eager partner. Instead, the fabric felt rough against the sensitive walls. They pulsed around the shirt, secreting cum to try and get it wet. But the shirt merely matted it up as Zim rubbed it around to clean himself up. A few tremors of pleasure dripped down his spine and he shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he drew the shirt out, turned it so a dry area was showing. He eased it over the delicate lips, cleaning the area around the slit. He felt his body reacting, growing just slightly wet. But it didn't leak, so he didn't bother pressing the shirt into the cavity again. After cleaning the slit of all cum, he dabbed a dry spot against his pants in a futile attempt to clean them. Deciding it wasn't worth it, he just opted to change pants and got back to his feet.
He pulled off his boots and then wriggled his way out of his tight pants. He tossed them amongst the rest of the clothes that needed to be cleaned and dropped the sticky shirt on top of it. Then he walked to his closet and slid the door to the side. Zim grabbed a new pair and was in the middle of pulling them on when there was a banging on his bedroom door. He yanked them up and fastened them, turning with a confused look on his face. The banging got louder and he rolled his false eyes, strolling over.
"What, Gir?" he asked in a bitter tone after he had unlocked and pulled open the door. His robot grinned at him, waving with one hand. The disguise squeaked when he pulled the head off. Zim narrowed his eyes, hands on his hips, waiting for an answer.
"Keef's makin' waffles!" Gir declared loudly, waving both hands in the air as he said it. Zim opened one eye fully as the robot danced around in a circle happily, repeating the statement. Then the Irken raised his eyes to the ceiling as though he had heard the human upstairs.
When Zim thought about it, there was no real reason to let the afternoon end so horribly. Keef was still there and Dib wouldn't be showing his big head anytime soon. It would be easy enough to get rid of Gir, that much he knew. Even if he had to chain the robot to a tree outside, it could be done. Then he could get back to finding out what that mystery human had done to him at the party. And besides, he hadn't even orgasmed yet. He nodded to himself, lowering his head from the ceiling. A slow smile made it's way across his face as he thought about all the wonderful things he would be doing with that stupid human. Zim was just starting his rather wicked laugh when he noticed Gir wasn't standing in front of him anymore. He stared at the spot the robot had been a moment ago before looking around.
"Enh?"
Horror consumed him from the tips of his antennae to his toes. His eyes widened, pupils shrinking as he stared at his robot. Gir was sniffing the discarded shirt and pants. Zim's body jerked violently as the horror quickly dissolved to an overwhelming rage. He clenched his hands into tight fists, his teeth bared and eyes sharpened to points. Gir didn't seem to notice the glowing rage radiating off his master as he poked the shirt. The alien walked up behind him, fire burning in his false eyes. Then the robot licked the shirt and Zim let out a scream, causing Gir to jump and jerk around.
"Wheee! I'm gonna die!" Gir screamed out, clapping happily as the spider legs emerged from Zim's pak. They aimed at the smiling creature, who waved as though they were friends he hadn't seen in the longest time. The next moment, however, a blast of light shot from them and he was blown into the wall. He crashed into the metal, bending it quite a bit. Smoke rose from him as he fell forward, landing with a soft thud on the floor. Sparks spit from various parts on his body, him twitching every so often.
Zim didn't bother to see if he would get back up or if he would just shut down until he was repaired. He grabbed his wig off the floor, adjusted it over his antennae and fluffed the ends a little, then turned on his heel and marched out of the room. He heard Gir say something stupid, but he didn't bother to listen to what it was. He just went back up to the ground floor, emerging from the toilet and stepping into the kitchen.
"Hiya, Buddy," Keef sang out the very second his foot hit the floor. Zim shuddered, realizing for the first time that he'd forgotten to put his boots back in. Which, all this considered, had probably been what Gir had been saying. He glared at him despite the fact that he wasn't there and it wasn't his fault anyways. Then he turned his attention back to the human stirring batter at his stove. "Feelin' better?"
"Sure, whatever. To the couch, Keef! We have business to attend to!" he replied, pointing towards the living room as he marched over. He grabbed the collar of the boy's shirt and gave a quick jerk, causing him to choke and nearly drop the bowl on the floor. He stumbled backwards as Zim tugged him towards the couch to continue where they'd left off.
"I was thinking we could go see a movie. Do you wanna see a movie? There's a good one playing. About aliens. I bet you would like that, huh, Zim? Maybe we could make it like a date! Ooh, wouldn't that be—oof!" Keef's rambling was cut short when Zim jerked him around and shoved him to the floor. He caught himself with his elbow, though his head still smacked against the floor. He rubbed the back of his head as Zim unbuttoned his pants. "Or maybe we could see about that circus. We never did get to go to the circus. Do you wanna go to the circus?"
"Enough chatter. You will continue where you left off so that ZIM may be pleasured," the Invader answered, waving off the very thought of going anywhere with Keef. He blinked, lowering his eyes as Zim jerked his pants down to reveal his slit again. And again, the human blushed a little, biting his lower lip.
Zim sat down on the couch, near where it was still wet. He spread his legs, pushing his pants down so that they were bunched at his ankles. Keef started talking about something or other as he moved to his knees. He gestured to the Irken, saying something about 'breathing'. Zim didn't pay attention. He just leaned forward, grabbed the boy by the hair and jerked his head forward. Keef let out a small shout before his mouth was pushed against the slit, his nose just over it. He struggled, his head jerking a little. But he was no match for the Irken, who just held him steady with one hand quite easily.
Keef struggled, pushing his hands against his partner's bare legs and the couch. But he was just pushed harder and harder against his slit. The lips parted, allowing him entrance to the sweet walls inside. He sucked in that sugary air and choked. He panted for breathe, trying to tilt his head back. But just as before, it was hopeless. He whined before starting to lick the inner walls, swallowing several mouthfuls of the slick, sweet cum. It ran down his chin and out of the hole, onto the already damp couch. He pressed his tongue hard against the cavity, wriggling it around as Zim started to moan. His body clenched up a little, legs squeezing into the body. He arched his back, pushing his entrance against Keef even more. He struggled to get any air in, his nose firmly pushed to the top of the slit, just above the opening.
After another moment, however, Zim's grip loosened enough for him to breathe. He let out several longs gasps of hot air, exhaling it directly over the slit. The lips tingled, opening to expose the wet walls inside. They dripped with cum as Keef wiped his face off. Zim's three fingered dug into the back of his head as the pulses of the sensation began to wear off. He opened one eye as the human held up one finger.
"Hey, Buddy, maybe we could get something to eat? I was making waffles. Then we could go see a mov—"
Keef's head was slammed back against the wet slit before he could utter another word. Zim held his head there with both hands clamped on his head. He leaned forward to make sure he couldn't move. That heat rolled off his mouth and filled his pussy with pleasure so wonderful the Irken's vision went hazy. He let out a moan as he felt the breaths growing quicker, faster, sharper. Each one hit Zim like a wave, crashing through his body and shaking his very being. His body trembled and his slit was slick with cum. His eyes started to roll back, the orgasm creeping up faster and faster.
Zim's body let go when he felt the boy's body jerking, his head pulsing against his slit. He let out a moan, a scream, a shout in Irken as the orgasm consumed his body. He held on tightly to Keef's head, holding him there to feel that breath and the occasional flicker of a tongue. It traveled through his body, slamming into every inch of him, rattling his bones and tearing through his head. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. He just screamed as it went through him over and over. His body started to contort as it continued. For several minutes, it lasted. Then it faded, leaving the Irken gasping for air, so hot and sticky with cum. He fell back against the couch, releasing the human at long last. He rolled his eyes back into his head, taking a moment to gather himself. He wiggled his antennae under the wig, feeling a tingling sensation still radiating through them. It made him smile and look down to see if Keef was just as pleased.
The human lay on the floor, eyes rolled back into his head. He was still for a moment, looking like he had just died. The Invader was pushing himself up, starting to ask what was wrong and if he had died, when his body twitched. He coughed, jerking on the floor. Zim sighed out heavily, slumping back against the couch. He gave Keef his usual look, one eye wide and the other half shut, as the boy rolled over onto his hands and knees. One hand shot to his throat and he choked a little. He spat a mouthful of thick liquid on the floor. It took a moment for Zim to realize it was his cum. Keef spat a little more of it on the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he took a shaky breath and sat back on his butt.
While the boy struggled to breathe properly again, Zim pressed his fingertips together, looking elsewhere. He frowned a little bit, tapping his fingers against the others idly. He hadn't been touched, rubbed against, in many years, and an orgasm was always something to look forward to. But, despite that, now that he was focused again, he had to admit that he was disappointed. His frown increased, eyes narrowing at the wall. It was nothing he hadn't felt before. The soft tongue, the hot breath, the shaking. It had all happened before. The only difference was that Zim had never nearly suffocated his partner before. Irkens breathed through their antennae, so pushing completely against the slit was never a problem. Clearly, for humans, it was.
"That was. . .good. . . but it was not what I was looking for. We must try again. And this time, I expect better from you, Keef," Zim concluded, moving his hands as he spoke. He pushed himself into a sitting position and curled his fingers towards the boy. "On your knees."
"Um. . . uh. . ." Keef started, shaking a little bit and looking around for some sort of answer on the walls. When he failed to find one, he turned back to the hawk like watch of his 'bestest buddy'. Zim's eyes narrowed a little more and he swallowed rather hard. Then he gestured to the kitchen and the door as he stumbled to his feet. Twice he fell over, but he eventually managed to stand up. "Actually, buddy, I have to go. . . uh. . plan your surprise party! I had fun, but I have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow at school! And then we can go see a movie! That would be fun. Bye, Zim."
He waved wildly as he walked backwards to the front door. He bumped into it, looked back and laughed a little. Then he said goodbye a few more times as he jerked the door open and slipped out. Zim stared in shock as his stalker, the boy he'd had to hypnotize to get him to leave, willingly hurried away from the house, though still waving and calling goodbye. He let out an annoyed sigh, dropping his hands onto his stomach. He fingered his lower stomach, an inch away from his slit and felt a bit aroused. Then he glared at the door.
"This never would have happened if that stupid, annoying, pathetic Dib hadn't shown up," he spat out to no one in particular. He gritted his teeth angrily before a thought passed through his wicked head. If the Dib had caused the problem, he should be forced to pay for it. Zim sat back up, starting to laugh wickedly as he thought about all the pain he was going to inflict on that filthy human.
"WAFFLES!" Gir screamed out, running into the living room with the chicken held over his head. He ran around in a couple circles as his master's laugh cut as he stared in confusion. Then he shrieked and ran back to the kitchen with the chicken clucking in fear, trying to get away. The Invader heard him running around the already messy kitchen, no doubt making the mess much worse. He sighed heavily, pushing himself to his feet.
When he walked into the next room, he saw his robot dunking the wailing chicken into the batter Keef had been stirring. He laughed wildy, screaming something at the top of his lungs that sounded similar to 'chicken waffles', but Zim couldn't be entirely sure. As he pulled open a drawer and grabbed a pink towel with the Irken symbol on it, Gir climbed into the bowl with the chicken. He rocked it side to side, sloshing some of the batter onto the floor. Zim gave him a dirty look that went unnoticed as he twisted the towel up. Then he turned his back to the robot and proceeded to clean himself up for the second time that day. He leaned down and pulled his pants up right before the chicken ran by followed by Gir.
"WAIT! COME BACK!" he shouted out, skidding out of the kitchen. He banged into the wall, but just kept up after the terrified fowl. Zim opened his mouth, considering telling Gir to stop. Then he decided he didn't really care since he was leaving anyways and just headed out of the house. He pulled the door shut behind him and marched towards the Dib's house.
Omg, Keef left Zim. . . .So random. . .Please read and review. ^.^