[so... sex ahead.

i'm better with metaphorical porn though]

The Box

Small, thin and rectangular. It was the size of a cigarette box, plain with a speaker and a button on top. Nothing lavish or garish or even man-eating about it. A simple plain box.

Dib snatched it up and went back to his room before anyone else came in.

It reminded him of a walkie-talkie, when he used one to communicate with his father back when he was a child. In curiosity he pressed the button.

"Dib-mate. All prior efforts to win your affection have been recorded as failures by a spy I have planted in that filthy waste house you call home. This displeases Zim. BUT I WILL BE TRIUMPHANT! I have REMEMBERED something crucial, and I believe this will become the day you will bow down to your Prince."

Dib felt a shiver down his spine at the last words, sighing audibly and thanking the universe that he decided to play it in private. The Irken's seductive purr underlining his words made his member alert, and instantly Dib knew what Zim was meaning to do.

"I believe I have your attention, my Dib." The Irken spoke as if he knew. Dib whined a little and reached to turn the box off but a clicking made him stop. "You will not shut this off. Sit down. LISTEN. Keep your hands to your sides, Dib-slave. You are not to touch yourself…"

Dib bit his lip, doing as the Irken told him and sitting stiff against the bed, placing his hands to the sides.

"Close your eyes."

He did as he was told, waiting for the next command.

The door of his room quietly opened, a cloaked figure slipping in and swiftly closing it, locking the door after him. Zim's shark-like grin was the first to be revealed as he removed the cloak, swiftly moving a finger to stop the recording before kneeling down in front of him. "Zim knows what you want, Dib-pet." He purred out, moving to remove the boy's pants.

Dib's breath hitched, noticing the change in the voice before he was touched. His eyes opened to see Zim undoing his pants, opening his mouth before the Irken hissed up at him. "Close your eyes!" Dib almost replied but the Irken's stony glare had him backing down and doing what he was told.

"Good boy." The Irken purred, eventually releasing Dib's length from its confines. It was already hard and waiting, and the Irken chuckled pleasingly before leaning in to flick his tongue at the hard flesh. Zim's antennae twitched when he heard a soft mewl, and he continued, wrapping his serpentine tongue around the length closing his mouth around him.

Dib's hands clenched the sheets underneath him, whimpering out his moans as Zim worked at his needy member. He wanted to open his eyes and see what Zim looked like, kneeling in front of him. He could picture it in his head as he felt the other's tongue squeezing and massaging, his mouth bobbing up and down before removing itself, a moist 'pop' sound entering his ears when Zim slid away from him. Before he knew it the alien's lips were against his own, demanding submission. Dib gave it willingly, accepting the taste of his own essence as Zim entwined his tongue with his own.

Their kissing became heated, almost frenzied. Dib whimpered into the other's mouth and Zim growled back, forcing the other to lie back on the bed and pinning Dib down. Hands were tangled in fabric, ripping away at clothes until both were nude. Heated flesh against flesh met and entwined with each other as lips slammed together, the hunger for pleasure building up within the two before the will of one broke. Zim hissed out, pinning Dib down once again as he aligned himself, sliding onto Dib's member with a groan. Dib cried out, his eyes wide and locked onto Zim's possessive and hungry stare. His moves were intense hissing and mewling with every thrust, keeping his eyes locked onto Dib's and licking his lips provocatively. Zim's hips ground into the other's body greedily, the alien beginning to pant while his claws raked down Dib's sides. Dib cried out, his eyes rolling back into his head at the moment he reached climax, his body shuddering as he tensed up and released into the Irken on top of him. Zim felt the warmth enter his body and let out a harsh cry, slamming down on the other one more time before letting out his own release. The string of words that escaped Zim's mouth trapped Dib in an invisible bind of seduction and ecstasy, both of them riding out their orgasms before Zim pulled himself closer to Dib to whisper into his ears again.

"Mine~"

Dib was too tired to argue, letting his body go limp while the Prince slipped off of him and lay at his side. The breathing between the two began to synch, neither of them noticing as they fell asleep.