A/N: Wooo! I made it to chapter 10! And in record time! Usually, it takes me a lot longer to reach this chapter in most of my other stories. But I did it, and I'm sure this is the chapter most of my readers have been waiting for. The smutty chapter! For those of my readers who don't like smut, I will put up a little warning when we get to that part so you can just skip it if you want. I will also have a note at the end of that scene in case anybody wants to read the end of this chapter. Otherwise, I will have a recap of it in the next chapter. That's not to say I will have a recap of every chapter that has smut in it. Only the really detailed ones that practically take up the entire chapter. But I will always give warnings for even the less detailed areas if you would like to skip them. Just keep your eyes open for the endings of the scenes so you can continue from there. Trust me, you won't be missing much. Now that I'm done giving that little warning, let's begin, shall we? Disclaimer- I own nothing! Absolutely nothing! Only the plot, so don't sue me! Chapter 10: Drunk Love. Enjoy!
Note- Also, I have picked the new title for this story. "Idle Hands" won the most votes followed by "Near Misses" and "Bleeder" so that's the order I shall be using for the titles of my trilogy.
It didn't take long for Zim, Dib, and Gaz to reach the club they were going to. The town was close to their house, and the club was one of the first buildings one came upon when entering it. In fact, it was the only club in town. Everything else was just shops and restaurants. That's what made this club particularly popular.
People came from all over just to spend at least a few hours there. Being open 24 hours a day had its perks as well, though most people preferred coming at night, which made it more crowded between the hours of 9:00-12:00. That's not to say it was slow during the day. On the contrary, it was pretty damn busy most of the time. It's just that the real excitement happened at night. It wasn't a hard place to find at all, what with its flashing lights and loud music.
And because it was one of the only places actually still open at that time of night, it was hard to miss. Dib had been wanting to check out this place also for some time now, but he had never got the chance to until now. Gaz had gone a few times already, told Dib the place wasn't half bad, and that was a good thing considering how much of a critic she was of most clubs she went to. Normally, Dib didn't care where he spent some of his nights, just as long as he could escape from the reality he was forced to live in. But he had passed this club in town so many times, he was looking forward to finally going to this one. It was within walking distance of their house, so they walked there. They weren't exactly expecting to be in the best of conditions to drive after tonight.
They left a little past 8:30 and arrived at around 9:00, just as the crowd was beginning to grow. As they stood in line waiting to get in, Zim was staring at everything in even more wonder than before. His wide eyes were darting every which way, from the lights flashing all about to the crowds of people lined up in front and back of them. He was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement, turning to his right and left as the line slowly moved forward. They were close to the front now and could see one of the employees checking for I.D.s. Even without an I.D. somebody could get in, but they couldn't get any alcohol. One had to be 21 or older to buy any drinks at the bar. So Dib and Gaz had made their own fake I.D.s.
Those with I.D.s would be given special tickets they could give to the bar tender to let him know he could give them drinks. Those under the age of 21 were allowed to go in and at least still dance. There was also an area designated for those people, so they could buy non-alcoholic drinks. The employees never questioned anybody about whether they were telling the truth or not. They had decided that if some stupid kids wanted to pretend to be 21and go off to get drunk, it wasn't their problem if they got killed in a car accident or any other way, cause they had brought fake I.D.s.
Gaz was pretty mature looking for her age, though a tad short, but it didn't matter. Nobody would dare to get in her way. Dib definitely looked like he could pass for being 21. He was far taller than most people his age. And Zim. Despite his expression from his childlike excitement in that moment, he actually was over the age of 21.
Hell, he was well over the age of 100 considering how long Dib had heard Zim was around. He recalled the time Tak had come to earth. She had mentioned having not seen him in about 70 years. Though he was pretty sure Zim was still pretty young for his age and species, Zim still technically was over the age of 21 in human years. Plus he had grown quite a bit taller over the years and was getting close to Dib's height. Dib watched Zim with a small humorous smile, once again enjoying Zim's reactions to everything. Gaz stood with her back to Dib's and her arms crossed, much in the same way Dib had his, a somewhat bored expression on her face, though it was hard to tell when she was always scowling at the same time.
She nudged Dib with her elbow, and he turned slightly to glance back at the front of the line. One of the employees was approaching them, so Dib turned back around to whisper something to Zim. "Zim! Get your I.D. out!" he said in a hushed voice.
Zim turned to face Dib and nodded. "Alright." he answered as he searched his pockets a moment before producing the newly made I.D.
Dib turned back around to face the employee as he came to stand in front of them. "I.D.s?" he asked.
All three of them held out their I.D.s. "Right here." Dib smiled innocently as he said this.
The employee scanned them quickly before handing them each a card to use at the bar. "Enjoy your night." he said before moving on to the next people in line.
The trio entered the building together, looking around at all the excitement around them. Both Zim and Dib were pretty impressed at how big the place actually was. It looked much bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. Gaz walked on ahead to the bar area where she could get a table. Dib followed her, trying to take in all the aspects of the place. But Zim stayed standing where he was, just staring at the ticket he had been given in confusion.
Dib had been so busy looking around that he hadn't even noticed Zim was no longer following them until he turned to face the direction Zim was in. He quickly walked back over to Zim. "Zim? You coming?' he asked the Irken.
Zim lifted his head to look at Dib. "Y...yeah. Hey, Dib. What's this ticket they gave me for?" he asked as he followed Dib through the darkened club, once again looking around at all the flashing, colorful lights and dancing people.
Dib glanced back at Zim as he continued walking forward. "Well, you can use that to get a drink at the bar." he pointed to the bar on the opposite side of the room.
Zim looked where Dib was pointing and gave a slight nod of his head. "Oh." Dib smiled before looking back in front of him, but he was a second too late as he accidentally ran smack into Gaz's back. Zim stopped a few inches behind Dib and tried to look past him so he could see why they had stopped. Gaz was standing in the middle of the floor, searching her pockets for something.
Dib looked at her back a moment. "Something wrong, Gaz?"
He was about to reach out a hand to place on her when she spoke suddenly. "Damn! I'm down to my last pack of cigarettes and only have one left. Guess I have to use the last one tonight before dad comes home, and who knows when I'll be able to get more." she sighed harshly.
Dib rolled his eyes a moment. "Are you still smoking those damn things? They're so bad for you. I thought you said you were gonna try and stop."
Gaz turned slightly to glare at him a bit. "Yeah, well, you heard wrong then." She continued walking forward to grab a table.
Dib stayed glued to his spot a moment, sighing and giving a small shrug. "It was worth a try, but I guess some things will never change." He then continued on his way to the table, taking a seat next to Gaz's, Zim following shortly after. Once they were all seated, Gaz ordered herself a drink before getting up and telling them she would be back in a few minutes. She was going out to the back of the building to smoke, Dib was sure, but he didn't say anything as she left. Instead, he leaned back in his seat to close his eyes and relax a moment.
Zim was turned slightly in his seat, looking around still before turning back to face Dib. "So, Dib. What exactly are you supposed to do at these 'clubs'."
Dib opened one eye and raised an eyebrow at the question. "Well..." he said as he sat up a bit better. "This particular club is a dance club, so I guess you dance here, though you don't have to. Some people just come to hang out for a bit. Like, Gaz. I know from experience that she's not one to dance. But did you want to give it a try?"
Zim stared at Dib a moment before looking away. "I don't know how to."
Dib practically fell out of his seat at that blunt statement. "Are you serious?! You've never danced before?!" Zim continued to stare at the floor. Well, that answered Dib's question. Dib stood up. "Okay, then. Want me to teach you? It's easy." he offered Zim a hand.
Zim brought his gaze back up to stare at the hand offered to him a moment before finally taking it. "Okay." he smiled at Dib.
Dib pulled Zim to his feet and brought him to a somewhat more deserted area on the dance floor. "Alright. Now the key to dancing is picking up a certain beat and moving to it. It's easier with music. Here, watch." he said as he began moving to the sound of the music. Zim watched him intently until the end of the song. It looked easy enough and fun as well as a bit exotic. He gave it a try himself, trying to keep up with Dib throughout the first couple of songs.
After a while, he began to pick up his own beat and move to it without copying Dib too much. Dib saw the improvement in Zim, and so they danced through several more songs. They must have danced for a little over an hour before they stopped to take a break.
Zim and Dib returned to the table nearly breathless, though still laughing. Dib wasn't used to actually dancing at these dance clubs. Usually, he would just sit back at a table with a drink, much like Gaz was doing at the moment. He couldn't remember the last time he had had so much fun. Zim was also enjoying himself immensely at the moment.
Dancing really was fun once you got the hang of it. He could have gone on all night long if Dib hadn't pulled him away saying they should take a break. Zim protested a bit but took Dib's advice nonetheless, racing him back to the table. Gaz was back at the table, working on her second drink of the night when Zim and Dib approached. Zim reached the table a few seconds before Dib, slapping his hands down on it. "I WIN!" he exclaimed victoriously.
Dib laughed and bent over to place his hands on his knees while he tried to catch his breath. "Yeah, yeah. Well, you've got way more energy than me." he lifted a hand to place on the table so he could stand up straight and take a seat.
Zim followed Dib lead and flopped back down into his own seat, letting out a content sigh and closing his eyes. "That was fun. We should do more." he said in a relaxed voice.
Dib smiled and took one last, long breath before pushing himself back to his feet once more. "Yeah, well, how about a drink first? I sure could use one. And I'll buy you one to start out with. I'm not sure if you're allergic to it yet or if you'll even like it. It's kind of got a strong taste to it. If you don't like it, I can always get you a soda instead."
Zim opened his eyes and sat up to look at Dib with a smile. "Okay. Go ahead. I'll just wait here for you." Dib smiled back at Zim before turning to leave. He returned several minutes later with three drinks.
He handed Gaz one first before taking a seat and passing one to Zim. "Now, just try it first to see if you like it. A small sip." Zim nodded and took a small taste. Almost immediately his face scrunched up as he smacked his lips together. It wasn't something sweet like he was used to and, like Dib said, it held a very strong taste to it. But it wasn't nasty.
It was just different. Zim almost didn't know how to react to the odd taste. At first, he stuck his tongue out as though he didn't like it. Then he waited a few moments before drinking a bit more and letting out a shudder. Dib watched his reactions in curiosity a few minutes before finally asking him, "So. What do you think of it?"
Zim took another taste before speaking, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to analyze the taste. "Well, I don't not like it. It's just..." he wiggled his fingers in the air as he tried to think of the right work to describe it. "Weird."
Dib just laughed. "Yeah?! Well, you'll get used to it." he finally took a drink from his own cup. Gaz finished off her second one and started on her third one.
She closed her eyes, not even bothering to look at Dib. "Just don't let him get too used to it. It's hard enough dragging your sorry ass home when you get drunk, Dib. I don't want to have to carry both of you home drunk. So don't go overboard again." She opened her eyes slightly to glare at Dib and show him she meant business. Dib almost spit out what was in his mouth at those words, choking as he struggled to swallow it. After managing to get it down with some effort, he sputtered and coughed as he brought his surprised eyes up to land on Gaz in shock.
He blushed a bit in embarrassment as he tried to stutter out a response to Gaz's words. "WHAT?! I don't normally get drunk to the point that I can't stand!"
Gaz gave him a rather unimpressed look. "Last New Years Eve. You could barely move. I had to practically carry you home on my back that night. Then the next day, you were in the bathroom half the morning puking your guts up. Remember?"
Dib grit his teeth, blushing more in anger than anything else. "So it happened one time! Are you gonna hold that against me the rest of my life?!" he lowered his voice before continuing. "Besides, I wouldn't let that happen again." he looked away to the ground. Zim was sitting back watching the two siblings fight as he enjoyed his drink. It wasn't until he ran out that he looked down at his empty cub then back up to Dib.
Dib was right. It wasn't bad once you got used to it. He actually wanted another one. Just one. "Dib?" he waited for Dib to look back up at him before speaking again.
He smiled innocently as he shoved his cup forward. "Get me another one?" he asked as Dib stared at the empty glass.
He hadn't expected Zim to finish it so quickly. "Su...sure..." he looked back to his still half full cup and finished it off before getting up to get them both another drink. Dib checked his pockets to see how much money he had left for the night. He had a fairly good amount but had this feeling he'd be broke before the end of the night.
One drink he said. One drink more! But no. That one drink had turned into 4. Perhaps he was out of his mind.
Perhaps he was drunk! Or perhaps he was just hoping for a little something more, though he didn't realize it yet. Well, whatever it was that had let that one drink turn into 4, it left him broke as he had expected in the end. He had bought 6 more drinks. 2 for himself and 4 for the Irken. Why he let Zim have 5 drinks was beyond him.
Perhaps it was because he himself had not gone over his limit like Gaz thought he would. 3 drinks was enough for him, and he was sure Gaz would make him carry Zim home. But Zim was far from passed out. Just a tad bit hyper. His face was flushed, and he was a little it wobbly, but he was pretty content running around the place. He had been running back and forth, to and from the dance floor, just to always end back up at the table, laughing and panting. For the past 2 hours he had been doing this.
Dib had sat back in his chair to relax a bit, just as Gaz was doing. He was watching Zim in amusement, hoping Zim would tire himself out eventually. But he had much more energy than expected. 1:00 rolled around, and Dib was beginning to feel tired. He knew his father would be home in a few hours and it would probably be better that they got home soon. Gaz agreed, looking a tad bit grumpy from the lack of sleep. Zim approached the table once more, laughing and spinning on one foot around a chair. The last song had had a fast paced beat to it, and he looked tired out finally, but that didn't stop him from spinning around. "Whooo! Just one more song! Just one more song!" he yelled out cheerily.
Dib watched him, his eyes half lidded with tiredness. "Zim? Could we maybe head home and come back another night? It's getting late."
Zim stopped his spinning, swaying a little. "Awww...Could I at least get one more drink? Please!"
Dib sighed. "No, Zim. I'm completely out of money and you're completely drunk! Now let's go!" he and Gaz both stood to leave.
Zim pouted a bit. "Awww.You're no fun..." he said as he once again spun around on one foot. Suddenly, he lost his balance, slipping in some melting ice cubes on the floor. He crashed into the chairs surrounding the table they had been sitting at and hit his head against one of the legs of the chairs hard. His vision blurred a moment and everything went black.
Dib had turned just in time to see the Irken black out and ran up next to him to lift part of his body into his arms. "Zim!" Dib could hear a click and the whirring of mechanics in Zim's PAK suddenly.
He laid Zim back down flat on his back again and took a step back. "Reactivating.' his PAK said before administering what looked to be a painful, electric shock through the small Invader's body. Zim's body seemed to jump a bit then twitch slightly. Dib took a step forward and got down on his knees to examine Zim. Zim's eyes fluttered open slowly before seeing Dib staring at him.
Dib smiled. "Zim! Are you okay? That was some fall. Zim seemed to just stare at him in confusion. Something wasn't right. Every memory from before seemed to come flooding back to him and a few flashes from the past couple of weeks, but he couldn't figure out where he was or how he got there. All he knew was that at the moment he felt lightheaded and his vision wouldn't focus for more than a couple of seconds.
He couldn't form words either, and the only sound that he could get out was an uncontrollable laugh. It started as a small giggle, then turned into a loud, insane laugh. He didn't know why, but he felt just too damn happy to care how he got there. Dib took his laughing as a good sign and helped him to his feet. "Come on. Let's go." Zim followed Dib blindly, not caring that he had no idea where Dib was taking him.
Dib was alive and that's all that mattered. He still couldn't talk as they headed back to the house so he just giggled to himself the whole way back. About half way home, his legs gave out and Dib had to help him walk the rest of the way just like he had when they were in the woods. Zim's head lolled back and forth as he laughed at how screwed up his vision was. It was really only the edges of his eyes that were blurred. They reached the house at around 1:45 and headed to bed. Gaz didn't even bother heading up stairs to her room for sleep. She just grabbed a blanket from a closet and took to the couch, too tired to walk upstairs.
Gir was sitting at the end of the couch watching T.V., but Gaz didn't care. Dib, however, proceeded to lead Zim back upstairs to his room. He reached Zim's room, not even bothering to turn on the lights before taking Zim to the bed. He sat Zim down at the edge of the bed before slowly helping him to recline. Once Zim was comfortably laid back, Dib got up to leave but was stopped when there was a tug on his arm.
Dib turned when he felt the slight tug on his arm. Zim's eyes were closed as though he were asleep, but still he kept a loose hold on the sleeve of Dib's trench coat. The grip tightened, and crimson eyes opened just barely to stare off into nothing. Then Zim spoke for the first time in about 45 minutes in a hushed voice. "I'm glad you're alive, Dib." That statement threw Dib completely off guard.
Why Zim was choosing now of all moments to say that was beyond him. They both stayed silent a moment before Dib finally tried to pull away again, stuttering out a small response to that. "Y...yeah...Me too...Now...can I have my arm back, Zim?"
But Zim wouldn't let go but just gripped the fabric that much tighter. "You humans are so stoopid sometimes." he yanked Dib roughly forward so he was sprawled out on the bed. Dib had been taken aback at the Irken's sudden harsh words.
He struggled to free his arm. "Zim, let me go! I want to go to bed! Please!" he looked straight into Zim's half lidded eyes pleadingly. That look Dib gave him made his eyes go flying open as he loosened his grip and Dib slipped his arm away. Dib backed up slowly on the bed, quickly getting to his feet and backing up toward the door. Zim looked away from Dib, feeling everything around him suddenly crumble.
He could feel his eyes filling with tears. What was wrong with him? Why did the idea of Dib leaving him for a few hours make him feel so insecure all of a sudden? Perhaps it was just because he was having a hard time grasping the fact that Dib was alive. He felt the need to have Dib near him just to prove to himself that it was all real and not some horribly twisted dream.
The whole night felt like a dream to him. But he couldn't force Dib to stay if he didn't want to. As Dib reached the door, he tried to hide the muffled sobs coming from him, but it was no use. Dib turned back toward the whimpering Irken when he heard the uneven breathing. His face was sad and worried as he turned back around to sit at the side of the bed. Zim didn't look back up until he felt Dib wiping a tear from his eyes. "Hey, come on, Zim. Please don't cry. What's wrong? I know you're drunk but that's not it, is it?"
Zim looked up into Dib's amber eyes with big tearful eyes in a pleading way. "Please don't go. Just please don't leave me again. Just please stay with Zim a little bit longer." Dib was so confused by everything coming from Zim's mouth, wondering if it had something to do with the bump on his head or the alcohol in his system. But whatever it was, he knew he couldn't leave the Irken now.
With a sigh, he gently moved the Irken over a bit so he could have room to flop down on his back next to Zim. "Okay, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." Zim had been watching Dib intently as he was moved over slightly.
WARNING! SMUT SCENE STARTS HERE! NO LIKEY, NO LOOKEY! THANK YOU AND ENJOY!
Without thinking, he shifted to his side to wrap arms around Dib. He sniffled before giving Dib wide, questioning eyes. "R...really? You'll stay with me?"
Dib was a little surprised by Zim's actions but just offered him a reassuring smile. "Yeah..." he leaned in and placed his lips against Zim's gently before pulling away. Zim's eyes shot wide open at the gesture, and he brought his fingers up to touch his lips before looking back to Dib who lay there smiling back at him lazily. Zim gave him a sly smile of his own before pouncing on top of Dib and pressing his own lips roughly against Dib's. Dib let out a muffled cry and tried to speak but all he could get out were a few words. "Mmmm...Zim...please don't..."
But his words fell on deaf ears, not that he was struggling much to begin with. He knew Zim was drunk, and he, himself, didn't mind the attention at all, but it was Zim he was worried about. He didn't want him to do something he may later regret. But Zim persisted still. His more dominant side took over as he kissed the boy. "Keep your mouth closed, human, and just kiss Zim!"
That was all Dib needed to motivate him. He didn't argue as he began to kiss back a little harder but still letting Zim be in control. Zim roughly ran slender fingers through Dib's dark raven black hair, gripping a fist full of it to pull Dib's mouth closer to him. Dib let Zim part his lips so Zim could dart his tongue inside the human's mouth to capture his own tongue and wrap it around his. Dib let one of his hands trail up along the side of Zim's face to catch Zim's antennae between two fingers. Zim released Dib's mouth to let out a gentle purr as his eyes slid closed.
His fingers went slack in the long strands of hair, one hand falling away to gently brush past the side of Dib's head, removing Dib's glasses in the process, the other remaining on Dib's head, combing fingers through his slightly tangled hair gently. The sudden absence of his glasses had Dib's eyes opening wide once again then squinting in an attempt to fix his vision, bit it was no use. The darkness of the room wasn't helping, and all he could make out was an extremely blurry outline of the alien on top of him, the only visible light in the room coming from the nearly full moon and stars outside. Looked like Dib would have to use his hands as his eyes for the rest of the night. He'd have to feel about to get a picture in his head of anything. Zim fiddled about with his glasses a moment, turning them over in his hand a moment before finally turning slightly to place them on a table next to the bed.
Zim wasted no more time in bringing both his hands down to run them up and down Dib's sides once they were free. In no time, they had found the bottom of Dib's shirt and were running up under it. He dragged the shirt up just enough to uncover those features all humans had, but Irkens did not. Nipples. They were an odd addition to the human body.
So useless and boring. Zim rather enjoyed the smoother parts of Dib's chest rather than the bumpy nubs. Without a second thought, he removed his tight, black gloves to run bare hands over the pale skin there. Dib was enjoying every sensation he was feeling, especially when he felt those cool, gentle hands on his body rather than the material of leather gloves running along it. A shiver ran through his body, the warm sensation he had going through his body not mixing well with the cool air around them. The sudden shudder had Zim faltering a moment, his hands accidentally running over one of the sensitive nubs on Dib's body.
Dib gasped causing Zim to stop a moment and look back up to Dib with a worried face. But Dib's expression was far from pained. Zim hesitated a moment and looked back down to the awkward looking stubs. Taking one of his thumbs, he just barely let it brush by Dib's nipple to see if he got the same reaction again. He did. The exact same reaction and more. The small action drew another gasp from Dib and a slight low moan as well.
Zim loved the small sounds escaping Dib, and soon a new plan was forming in his mind. Without warning, Zim quickly pulled the shirt up all the way over Dib's head and off his body, throwing the article of clothing off to the side somewhere. He took no time in rubbing both his thumbs over the nubs on Dib's chest, enjoying the gasps and moans coming from the human. He felt the nipples growing harder under his gentle touches. He felt the need to do more in that moment. Zim flicked out his tongue, bringing the tip of it nearer and nearer to the perky bits on Dib's chest. He lightly poked one with his tongue, making Dib's gasps come quicker before his breaths got caught in the back of his throat. Finally, Zim managed to wrap his tongue all the way around one.
Dib moaned out a bit louder, arching his back into the touch a bit. Zim was enjoying this far too much. He brought the nipple into his mouth to suckle on it ever so gently, every once in a while grazing teeth over it just to have Dib arch his back a little more into the feeling. One of his free hands was busy playing with Dib's other nipple the whole time. Dib was gripping the bed sheets tight, doing his best to hold as still as he could.
Zim switched sides momentarily, dragging his tongue lazily across sweet skin just to kiss Dib's other nipple lightly before pulling way to kiss up all along his upper chest. Dib let out a low sound as wave after wave of shivers began coursing through his body at the affectionate touches, a warm feeling settling at the pit of his stomach. "Mmmmm..." he never wanted this feeling to end. He loved Zim's hands, the gentle feel he got from them caressing his sensitive skin. He wondered whether the rest of Zim's body felt the same.
He had gotten a small sample before, but now he wanted to experience the entire thing, know if it was anything like his dreams. Perhaps he was a bit rough at first, but he didn't want anything to get in the way of what he wanted this time. Not even Zim's shirt. He was quick to dispose of the piece of clothing, pulling it roughly up and over Zim's head, throwing it to the side to join his. He brought his hands back down quickly, letting his nails slightly graze Zim's skin. They were, after all, his eyes for the night and he wanted to learn a little more of the Irken anatomy.
He was gentler as he brought his hands back up to roam the Irken's upper torso, his fingers searching for anything peculiar that may make up the Irken body. But they found nothing. That was on thing Dib first found interesting. There was absolutely nothing, human or otherwise. No nipples or other strange alien growths. Just smooth lime green skin. Well that was boring.
But the texture of the skin was enough to keep Dib happy. It was so smooth, just like his hands, perhaps even smoother than his own skin. Dib wanted to feel more, not only with his hands but his entire body. It seemed they weren't too different in body structure. He wrapped arms around Zim's back to pull his closer, so close that their chests touched. Dib held Zim there, bringing his mouth to Zim's neck so he could taste the skin there. It had Zim melting in his arms, bringing his own arms to wrap around Dib. So they relaxed a while in each other's arms.
It wasn't long, the time they spent relaxing together. Zim was never one for staying still for very long, no matter what the situation. His body felt wide awake at the moment, and he didn't want the wonderful sensations to end yet. He felt Dib fading, his mouth slowing. Zim didn't want Dib to fall asleep.
He wanted more than just this. He wasn't going to let this end so quickly, so easily. He shifted on top of Dib, determined to keep him awake. Dib had only been half awake, his mind in a daze. The sudden shift of weight and loss of the body that had been pressed up to his was what really brought him back. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to focus enough to see where Zim was.
The room had grown so dark, even the lights from the moon and stars wasn't helping anymore. He felt as though his entire body was weighed down by some unknown force. So much so that he couldn't even move anymore. "Zim?" he questioned the darkness, trying to catch any hint of the alien. He felt numb and useless, unable to see or feel Zim.
Maybe Zim had left the room or perhaps he was in a dream. Then he heard it. A slight rustle of the bed sheets, then that all too familiar voice. "Just try to stay still, Dib-beast." the words weren't said in a harsh voice, but they still had Dib flinching some. For a split second, Zim sounded like his old self.
But that couldn't be. He had been so happy go lucky when they had returned home and Zim would have never let Dib do any of this to him. Maybe it was just his imagination. He heard the rattle of some metal, almost like the sound of a belt buckle being fooled around with. "Z...Zim? What are you?...OH, GOD!" his body jerked and he arched his back more off the bed, stiff muscles pulling in an almost painful way.
But pain was the last thing he felt at that moment. Instead, mind numbing pleasure took its spot. He had never felt so much pleasure all at once. The sensation nearly had him blacking out, his mind swimming. He moaned out loudly, gasping and panting. He tried to look up and see what the Irken was doing to him but his mind was too fogged up at the moment. His body had been so overcome with pleasure, he couldn't make out where he was being touched but he had a pretty good idea where.
Slowly, oh so very slowly, he began to regain the feeling in most of his body, though the pleasure continued to wash over his body. That's when he felt it, just as he had suspected. He hadn't realized that up until that very moment, since the first time Zim had began playing with his nipples, his member had been hardening between his legs. He could feel Zim's three fingered hands skillfully pumping his shaft in such a wonderful way. Where Zim had learned this, he had no idea! He let a series of moans and groans fall from his lips as he began gently thrusting into the feeling. Zim stopped when he felt Dib beginning to thrust into his hand, another new idea coming to his mind. He heard Dib whine a bit when he stopped his work but he wasn't about to disappoint the human.
Much like he had done to Dib's nipple, he flicked his tongue out again and ran the tip of it along the side of the shaft. Dib wasn't expecting it and immediately bucked his hips wildly at such a sensitive touch. Zim had to pull back quickly to keep from being kneed in the face. Dib gulped and panted out, expecting to feel more. Indeed, he would feel more, much more, but Zim wasn't about to risk his face being smashed in again.
Using both his hands, he held Dib's knees down before moving forward to rest his mouth over Dib's member once more. Slowly, he took it into his mouth, wrapping his snake like tongue around the appendage and squeezing lightly. Dib let out a loud gasp, moaning more in pleasure. He never knew anything could feel this good. He felt Zim bobbing up and done on his member, running tongue up and down the length of it at the same time. Dib loved the feeling and Zim couldn't help the smile spreading across his features at each one of Dib's moans.
Dib continued to whine a bit at being held down. Zim seemed to realize this as he could feel the human trying to break free of his constraining hands. Dib had tried to buck a few times but had calmed after a few moments of getting used to all the pleasurable sensations. Once Zim was satisfied with the fact Dib wasn't going to knee him, he loosened his grip a bit, allowing Dib to thrust his hips slowly into his mouth once again. Dib was relieved to have at least a little control back if this is what you could call control. True, Zim was no longer holding him down as tight, but he felt his body was moving of its own accord. His brain wasn't receiving messages to keep on thrusting into that warm mouth.
He was just doing it, his body just straining to feel more of this pleasure. All this pleasure, all this attention, it was too much for Dib. He didn't think it was possible to experience anything better than this, but he was wrong. He couldn't take it anymore. He arched his back, thrusting his hips forward one final time, the pleasure overwhelming him. His head fell back and he let out a scream as he came long and hard. His mind was spinning as he collapsed back into the covers of the bed, panting and shivering. If he thought he couldn't move before, this time he was sure of it.
Zim pulled back after Dib came in his mouth, swallowing down the warm cum. Like the wine, it wasn't bad tasting but just weird. Zim watched as Dib closed his eyes in exhaustion, his heavy breaths coming in gasps making his chest heave from the exertion. But Zim still had a few things in store for this human.
Zim shifted to a better sitting position. Dib was tired he knew but he wasn't going to force the human to do anymore work. He could easily enough do it himself. All he need do was remove the human's pants. Dib wanted to sleep and never have to wake up again.
He was perfectly content and happy. He didn't even think he had the strength to open his eyes at this point. By some miracle, he managed it when he felt his pants once again being fooled around with. He felt them being slipped off and all he could do was open his eyes wide in that moment. He couldn't even talk. He was having trouble breathing.
He felt soft hands trail back up his legs just to pull his boxers off also. Then he heard HIS voice again, soft, barely above a whisper. "Don't worry. You don't have to do anything. Just relax. I'll be as gentle as I can." Zim brought one of his fingers to his mouth, sliding it in and out to build up some saliva. when it was good and slick, he brought it down to between Dib's legs, spreading them enough to feel around for Dib's entrance. He could see better in the dark than Dib could but still not well enough to find it without feeling around.
After a moment of searching, he found it. He knew when he heard Dib's sudden intake of air. He slid his finger in slowly, feeling about as he did so. Dib's breath got caught in the back of his throat and he held his mouth open in an almost silent scream, his eyes closed tightly. His mouth moved a bit, trying to form words. Finally, he managed to choke out a small sound. "Z...Zim! Please! S...stop!" he cried out.
Zim stopped what he was doing, listening to Dib and pulling his finger out. He then gave Dib a slightly concerned look. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
Dib took in a long breath, holding it and shaking his head before speaking again. "No. It just feels weird."
Zim waited for Dib to catch his breath before speaking again. "Sorry, Dib. Can I try something though? I promise to stop if you tell me to. Do you trust me?" he looked straight into Dib's eyes.
Dib gulped, nodding his head just barely. "Al...alright...Yes. I trust you." Zim smiled and leaned forward to kiss Dib's forehead lightly. Dib gripped Zim's shoulders tightly, bowing his head and hiding his face in Zim's neck before whispering against smooth skin. "I trust you..." Zim smiled more, this time placing his lips against the top of Dib's head and nodding against it. Dib closed his eyes to just listen to Zim's movements.
Zim wrapped an arm around Dib and used his free hand to fiddle with his own pants, all the while kissing Dib gently on the head and burying his face in Dib's hair. Finally he managed to undo them so he could run a hand into his uniform pants and pull out his own member a few moments later. This was the part of the Irken anatomy that Dib had been most curious and of all times, he just had to be completely blind in this one moment. Oh well. The only hint he got of the Irken anatomy was that Zim had a penis. At least, he was pretty sure that's what he felt sliding up against his own member at this point. But that didn't mean he knew anything about how the Irken body worked.
It didn't matter to him though. All that mattered was this moment. Zim was already pretty hard so he just shifted so the tip of his member was resting at Dib's entrance. He had already loosened Dib up so the penetration was easy enough. A bit of a tight squeeze but he managed, pushing himself in slowly, determined not to hurt Dib in the process. Dib had gasped once when he felt the member first slide in but was soon just holding his breath, biting down on his bottom lip to keep in the sounds he wanted to let out. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally wake up Gaz. Once Zim was in as far as he could go, Dib let out a relieved breath, panting out a bit in the silence.
Zim waited for Dib's labored breaths to end and he attempted to shift to a better, more comfortable position for the human. Finally, when all was silent once more, Zim began to pull out of Dib a bit just to slide in again, slowly at first to get Dib used to the feeling. Dib moaned out lowly and Zim took that as a good sign to continue. Zim picked up a slightly faster pace, giving Dib plenty of short thrusts. The feeling was like nothing Zim had ever experienced in his life.
The movements were becoming more fluid every couple of seconds and still Zim picked up his pace a little more. He began pulling out more and more just to give longer thrusts in. When he reached the point of almost sliding out, he began giving more forceful thrusts, enjoying each one immensely. He moaned, the sensation making his mind spin. Dib had to admit, he also was enjoying this much more than he thought he would. He clamped down on Zim's member in one last desperate thrust and dug his nails into Zim's shoulders.
Zim let out a sharp cry and came inside of Dib after thrusting one last time in that body, hard and fast. He felt paralyzed a moment before finally managing to pull out and flop onto his back, finally exhausted. He curled up against Dib and the boy pulled the covers up over both of them to sleep.
ALRIGHT. THAT WAS THE END OF THE SMUT SCENE. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED.
It had to be around 4:00 in the morning when Membrane got in, opening the front door as quietly as he could and closing it behind him to keep the cold air out. He placed a suitcase by the door, removing his coat that he had over his lab coat and a scarf he had fastened securely around his neck. The house was completely dark except for the glow from the T.V. in the living room. He walked in to find Gaz asleep on the couch. Gir too had fallen asleep but was safely hidden under the blanket by Gaz's feet.
Membrane placed a gentle hand on her arm, making her shift in her sleep before opening an eye to look up at him. She grunted at being woken up and turned so she was facing him better. "Dad?"
Membrane moved to kneel next to her. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry. How have you kids been the past couple of weeks without me?"
Gaz pushed herself up on one arm. "Everything's been fine. What time is it?"
Membrane stood up, bringing his hand away. "It's a little past 4:00. Go ahead and get some more sleep. I'm going to go check on your brother."
Gaz just turned to face the back of the couch, mumbling out a whispered response before falling back to sleep. "Yeah,yeah. Whatever." Membrane then left, leaving the T.V. on to drone on through the night. Membrane slowly made his way up the stairs to Dib's room, finding it oddly empty. He then went to check the guest bedroom. Dib was there, but he wondered why Dib was sleeping there rather than his own room.
He approached the bed slowly, looking down on the tired out boy in the bed sleeping. Everything seemed peaceful enough. Membrane reached a hand down to push some hair from Dib's face gently and barely run gloved fingers across his cheek. Dib stirred a bit but still didn't wake up. He made a small sound then shifted to his side. It seemed everything was fine and perfectly normal.
Membrane turned to leave, glancing back one last time before stopping in his tracks. Something moving under the covers had caught his attention. He thought at first that it was his imagination but then he saw it again. A slight shift in the covers next to Dib. He also saw a small lump in the bed that he was surprised he had missed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached down to move the bed sheets, half expecting something to come jumping out at him, which , of course, it didn't, but what he saw was just surprising. It had him dropping the covers and backing up, his hand to his chest as though his pounding heart would burst out of his chest.
He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Had he just seen an alien?! And what's more, an alien in bed with his son?!? He couldn't be sure. Perhaps he was tired. Work had been rough the past couple of weeks. He moved forward again to take another look. But when he looked again he saw the same thing.
Zim was curled up tight against Dib, an arm wrapped around Dib. His antennae twitched and Membrane forgot his fear a moment to observe the odd appendage. He picked it up lightly, running a thumb over it, sending a shiver through Zim's body. He instantly let go of it, letting it fall limply to the side of Zim's head. Zim shifted a moment, wrapping arms around Dib tightly and sighing out contently.
That's when Membrane realized Zim looked very much like Dib's "little foreign friend" just without hair. The very one Dib had been trying to tell him was an alien for years. He shifted the covers more to get a closer look, to make sure his eyes really weren't playing tricks on him. But there it was. An alien, clear as day, was right in front of him. To think of all the years he had called Dib insane instead of trusting him, it was no wonder Dib was so screwed up.
And now the fact seemed all too obvious. How could he, the world's most famous scientist, have missed it when it was right in front of his nose this whole time?! Membrane shifted his gaze to Dib, something seeming to just click in his mind. He lifted the covers more, instantly lowering them and blushing a deep red. "Oh!" As if it wasn't bad enough that Dib was laying in bed with an alien, what seemed to be a male alien at that from what he had just seen, his son was completely naked and so was Zim.
Had they?! Could they have?! He knew he'd have to have a long talk with his son in the morning about all of this. He wasn't sure how to react to this situation. This wasn't something normal parents had to deal with in life. He gently placed the bed sheets down, deciding it would be best that he slept on it an hour or two before deciding his feelings on the matter. Hopefully the talk would clear some things up.
He watched Zim shift one final time, burying his face in Dib's neck and nuzzling it gently. Membrane reached out a hand to stroke Dib's face one last time before heading out of the room, closing the door behind him quietly and heading to his own room. It was a fairly big sized room with a bed designed for two people. It was left the same even after his wife's death. He sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and picking up the alarm clock to set it to a few hours earlier than Dib would probably wake up. He wanted to be waiting in the kitchen with some breakfast ready when Dib got up. He then slid his boots off to just slide into bed, pulling an old picture of his wife up in front of the alarm to stare at it sadly. He missed her so much and the bed felt so big and empty without her.
He remembered times long ago when she was still alive. They used to lay together in this very bed, arms wrapped around each other, staring out the window at the stars. It reminded him the reason why Dib was so obsessed with space. She had loved it. So Membrane drifted off with dreams of her.
5:00 rolled around and Dib opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. It had felt like a dream but the proof was right in from of him. It really had happened. His mind was full of so many questions.
'Is this what true love really is? Getting to sleep with someone you deeply care for? I think there's more to it that that, but I think this is as close to the meaning as I'll ever get. In fact, this is probably a one time deal because I know that when he wakes up, he'll never show me the same feelings I feel for him. I'll never have this experience ever again.' This whirlwind of ideas and questions circled around in the mind of a young 16 year old boy as he lay in bed. He opened his golden, honey colored eyes slowly in hopes of catching the sight of his lover next to him. His attempt was thwarted however by the cruel, unforgiving darkness that surrounded them. He sighed softly as he once again closed his eyes to recollect the activities of the previous night. A small smile formed on his face as he remembered the utter bliss he had experienced only a few hours earlier.
He opened his eyes once more, this time turning on his side to face his lover. Despite the fact that he could not see into the face of the other in bed with him, he could hear his breathing. It was slow and steady as he slept. He could also feel the heat from the other's form. He reached his hand out toward the face that felt so very close to him at the moment. He allowed for his fingers to first lightly graze across the smooth cheek he had reached for.
Next, he moved his hand up along to the top of his head, stroking the long appendages that hung down from his head. His lover stirred slightly, responding to the gentle touch he received, a very low and almost inaudible purr permeating from within his chest. Seeing this as a good sign, he continued moving his fingers from the base to the tip of the lengthy antennae. He let one of his fingers wrap around the tip for a brief moment, causing the other to smile and mumble something unintelligible in his sleep. The boy laughed to himself quietly as he returned to his back, letting go of the antennae, causing the gentle purr to disperse completely. He closed his eyes again, his smile vanishing just as quickly as it had come. He knew this couldn't last forever. It would be morning soon and it would all be gone.
So Dib was lost in thought once again. So much had happened in the course of a few weeks. It was tiring thinking of all of it. So he closed his eyes one last time, letting sleep whisk him away one final time before he would have to face his life once again. The reality of everything would prove to be too much for him to handle.
A/N: FINALLY! This last chapter took me forever to finish!
And now to thank everybody that reviewed on that last chapter.
To DemonSurfer- Trust me. I'm not stealing any ideas from you. I haven't even read any I.Z. fics in a while except for Rilzit if you know that fic. I'm sorry if there was any confusion on that. I would never steal anybody's ideas. I've just always wanted to do an amnesia chapter in a story and this gave me the perfect oppurtunity to put one in. I know a lot of people have that idea in other stories. And don't worry, Zim gets his memory back in this chapter. Hope you'll continue to read cause I really don't want to lose such a dedicated reader. begs
And to anybody else that reviews- Thank you all. Much love to all my reviewers!