Dib clicked away on his computer, staring blankly at the newest research to come to light about Bigfoot or vampires or something. He wasn't really sure because he wasn't really reading it. He scrolled down the page, his thoughts focused entirely on Zim. They had finally progressed to sex in their relationship, but more than that they had gotten engaged. Engaged and the next day, he had been shoved aside for a call from the Tallest, who even Dib knew hated him. It wasn't fair in the least, but fear of losing any and all affection from his two year long boyfriend kept him from shouting his opinion out loud.

Which, given the very nature of their relationship, was probably what Zim wanted to happen. This close to their two year anniversary. Zim was trying to get under his skin as much as possible to drive him to yell at him. He was indirectly trying to start a fight so he wouldn't have to get him anything for their anniversary. He'd done it last year, he'd done it for their six month, three month, whatever couples usually celebrated. He didn't want to be forced to be nice to Dib in such an Earthy way, so he got in a fight.

Either that, or Zim was up to something he didn't want Dib to know about and the Tallest were involved. Which would mean that after two years of no plots, no schemes, nothing, Zim was trying to destroy Earth again. It was a thought that kept creeping into the back of Dib's mind.

But, then, why the Gimme game? Why the sudden bouts of affection? That didn't make any sense. The best he could figure was that Zim had read or researched something about human affection, something he had always thought involved pain because of Tak, and realized at long last that it was supposed to be sweet and romantic. So he had decided to try it, with rules of course. He had to test Dib's willingness to show affection back. To make sure it was worth his time. If not, he would go right back to his frigid ways that had served him so well in the past.

When he really thought about it, Zim was putting a lot on the line without even meaning it. He knew nothing about human affection. He was doing his best to try an adapt to it. After all, he didn't even know a hug was called a hug, let alone what a kiss was called. He had seemed nervous when he first asked for a hug. Maybe he didn't even know if Dib was interested in human affection. Maybe because he had never pushed the 'no touching' rule in the entire course of their two year relationship, Zim thought he wasn't interested in it.

Which would explain all the times Zim had spent the night, all the times he had invited him to his house to watch television or the few conversations they had over the phone. If he wanted Dib to make the first move, he must have been disappointed many, many countless times. He had set up the rule expecting Dib to break it, to insist they hold hands or to yell at him that couples hugged at the very least. After the way Dib broke into his house and declared his love for him on the dissection table, Zim probably thought he would be just as forward about his intentions with him.

So, after nearly two years, Zim had finally had enough. He had researched human affection on his own and come to his own conclusions about it. Then he decided to try it on his boyfriend. Then, probably because of his twisted sense of reality, Zim had added tests and rules to the affection to find out just how much Dib loved him. To find out if he were truly committed to him.

Then why the fuck did he throw me out?

As the thought ran through his head, another thought occurred to him. The Tallest were calling. There was nothing more important to Zim than his mission and the Tallest. He was, after all, an IRKEN INVADER, regardless of the fact that he hadn't made any attempts to destroy the Earth in two years. He had to seem like the perfect Invader, even if he were as far from it as it came. Therefore, he would have to remove the device that made him taller. He had to appear short, like the Irken he was. He probably just didn't want Dib to see him like that, just in case he might think of him as a child rather than the adult he was, since he was several decades older than Dib.

Besides, this was Zim he was talking about. He was secretive and bitchy and cruel. Throwing him out should have been expected, especially with the Tallest calling. Especially considering how unsatisfied he must have been the night before, what with the rather short sex. Those two things combined would make him very keen to throw him out.

A slow smile crossed Dib's face as he nodded at his computer. He felt better, even though he knew he could be way off. But something in the back of his mind said he wasn't. He knew Zim better than he was given credit for. He looked back at the computer screen, reading a little bit about a recent sighting of Bigfoot that sounded ridiculous to say the least. It made him frown deeply.

Then a loud bang rang out on his door, causing him to jump about a foot off his chair. He jerked towards the door so roughly he nearly fell out of his seat. Letting out a small shout, he grabbed the desk and fixed his glasses a little bit. He had no idea what Gaz could possibly want. But, as he rolled his eyes and got to his feet to answer the door, it was pushed open rather violently. He stared at it, a tinge of fear creeping over him in case Gaz was angry at him for something.

In walked not Gaz but Zim. He looked around the room with his usual look, one eye narrowed and the other wide. Dib froze over, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his finacee standing in his doorway. He hadn't expected to see him until the next day at the very least, yet there he was less than three hours after he'd thrown him out. When Zim spotted Dib, both of his eyes narrowed a little bit.

"I have come for you, Dib-human," Zim announced rather loudly, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. Dib gave him a confused sort of look, having no idea what was going on. He glanced around as though the answer was going to be written on the walls. Then Zim walked into the bedroom and pushed the door shut with the same hand he had pointed at him with. "You will come back to my house now."

The urgency of the way he said now made Dib narrow his eyes rather suspiciously. He couldn't think of a reason why Zim would be so insistent that they go back to his house. In fact, he couldn't even think of a reason why Zim would have come all the way over here just to insist they go back to his place. He could have just as easily called and ordered he come over.

"What's going on, Zim?" Dib found himself asking without really thinking about it. Zim froze over just slightly before his stance tensed up in an angry sort of way. He clenched both of his hands into tight fists, narrowing his eyes violently at his lover. That look of sheer anger was one Dib had seen millions of times. And he just sat back at his desk, waiting for what would surely come next. The screaming. The fighting. The hitting.

But it never did. Zim just stood there, staring at him with viciously narrowed false eyes. His body twitched visibly once or twice, but other than that he remained frozen where he stood. Some people would think he was just so furious he couldn't even think, but Dib knew that wasn't it. Zim never reached a point of being so angry he couldn't think. He would have just started screaming in Irken and smacking the shit out of him. That was his point of no return. It wasn't just standing there, staring at him. That wasn't like Zim at all. And that's when it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He's holding back. He's trying not to hit me.

Dib opened his mouth to ask why and stopped. He slowly closed his mouth as Zim broke from his stance and stormed over to him. Fear consumed the human and his hands shot up instinctively to protect his head. He felt one of Zim's three fingered hands grab his wrist and jerk it to the side. Dib tensed up, waiting for the first blow.

He felt Zim's lips over his own. They pressed hard and rough, like he was desperate. Dib opened his eyes wide, staring at the closed eyes of his lover as they kissed. Without waiting, Zim reached forward and grabbed his jaw. He squeezed it tight until Dib opened his mouth. His lover pushed his tongue in, curling it around his several times as they kissed. It may have been rough and hard, but there was still passion. A raw sort of passion that shocked Dib a little bit.

Zim moved closer, pushing Dib's hands out of his way. He slipped his arms around his shoulder, one hand running over his hair. He gave it a little tug, jerking his head back just a little. Dib's hands found their way down to his slender waist as the kiss got deeper, rougher. Zim moved closer still, straddling his lover. The motion was so sensual, so wonderful, that Dib couldn't help but start getting hard. The more Zim pressed their bodies together, the more he explored his mouth, the harder Dib got. He blushed deeply, knowing that there was no way Zim couldn't feel it.

But instead of pulling away, he just drank Dib in deeper. He let out a gasp as he pressed his body against his shaft. It seemed to only encourage him more. The Irken pulled at his hair and playfully stroked his tongue with his own. Dib started to run his hands dangerously close to his lover's butt. When he wasn't smacked or told no, he hesitantly groped him. His butt was small, but round. It sent another blush across his face and if at all possible, made him firmer. He gripped his butt tightly as he fought to keep his mind on the kiss.

It didn't work. The more he rubbed his lover's butt, the more he wanted to move to the bed. He gasped into the kiss as Zim tilted his head back further. He curled his tongue over and under Dib's, a sensation that sent chills down the human's spine. Then he drew out of the kiss. Only a moment later he had his lips pressed hard against his throat. Dib gasped again, his neck pulsing underneath Zim's lips. The Irken pulled his hair back more as he licked his throat. He nipped the kiss a little before going back to kissing it. One of his hands pulled at Dib's shirt as though to rip it off.

When Zim pressed his entrance harder and harder against Dib's shaft, he knew they couldn't stay in the chair. He shook his head several times, forcing himself to released the alien's round butt. But the motion went unnoticed as Zim moved again. He pushed his hand up Dib's shirt as he bit down on his throat. When the human opened his mouth to suggest they go to the bed, Zim rubbed his gloved fingers over his nipple. A little sound of pleasure is what escaped Dib's mouth instead of a plea for the bed.

Zim leaned back a little, both hands leaving his body. Before Dib could ask what was wrong, Zim pushed his jacket down and started pushing his shirt up. Dib wriggled around, trying to ask to go to the bed again. His sentences were broken by the jerking of his shirt. By the time he was sitting straight, adjusting his glasses, he was shirtless and Zim had their bodies pressed against each other's again. He ran his hands over the smooth white body of his lover with more excitement than ever before. He licked at his collar bone and let out a small moan. He nipped at the skin again, running his hand to Dib's back.

"W-Wait, Zim!" Dib gasped out, reaching down. He grabbed Zim's wrists and gave a small tug. Zim's false eyes widened dramatically as he held him away from his body. As the Irken sat up, his eyes sharpened back down to their usual harsh look. For a second, Dib feared that he'd ruined the whole mood. He hesitated, waiting for Zim to get up and storm off, never to speak to him again. But he didn't. He just sat still, his eyes locked onto Dib's in an angry sort of patient way. Dib glanced around before he cleared his throat and finished. "We should go to the bed. Don't you think? Less. . . uh. . . chance of us falling off. . ."

Zim turned towards the bed at the same time Dib did. He stared at it for a second before glancing at the chair they were sitting in. Slowly, a grin spread over his face and his false eyes narrowed with pleasure. He shoved his hands against Dib's chest and stepped onto the floor as he pushed himself up. He grabbed Dib's wrist and pulled him to his feet before he could even react to the shove.

"Move it, Dib-human," Zim instructed, moving his arm. In one quick motion, Dib was thrust towards the bed. He let out a shout, losing his balance. His hands went to his glasses to keep them from falling off as he fell. He hit the bed face first. Letting out a moan of sorts, he rolled over and started to sit up. Then he fixed his glasses on his nose and raised his eyes up to his lover.

Zim was stripping out of his clothes as quickly as possible. The shift from never wanting to be touched to this sort of desperation raised questions in Dib's mind. But just before they formed the right words, Zim was naked and his mind was wiped clean. He just stared blankly at his naked form, from the slender lines to the subtle curves at his hips. He swallowed a little hard as Zim moved towards the bed.

"Tonight, you will pleasure Zim," he breathed out, nodding his head as he sat down next to Dib. He started to undo his pants as the human did his best to wrap his mind around the question. When he finally remembered his less than adequate performance the night before, he blushed so deeply he could feel that his face was on fire.

I can't risk him getting mad at me again.

When Dib slowly nodded his head, he knew he was making a promise he probably wouldn't be able to keep. But he knew saying that he wasn't sure would only result in a fight or a declaration that he didn't love him, which was why he couldn't pleasure him. But before he had a second to even consider changing his answer, Zim's lips were on top of his and he was being forced back on the bed.

Dib felt his fiancee climbing on top of him. He pressed his lips hard against his for a second before pushing his tongue roughly inside his mouth. As he explored him, tasted him, he used both hands to start moving his pants down. Dib quickly lowered his hands and did what he could to help him. He let out a gasp or two as his three fingered hands brushed up against his erect cock. He lifted up his butt long enough for Zim to move his pants down. Then he was gone from the kiss and Dib's pants were ripped off and thrown to the side with the rest of the clothes.

There was no warning, no moment to prepare. One second, he was taking his pants off, the next, he was dropping himself down on Dib's shaft. He let out a sweet sound as he pushed him as far inside as he could. It sent a shudder down Dib's spine and he choked out something, he wasn't sure what it was. He fumbled around, trying to get a decent grip on Zim's thighs. Zim pushed himself up a little, then dropped back down. Dib arched his back a little, his hands finally grabbing hold of his legs. He held on as the Irken started to move up and down. He let out little sounds with each thrust.

Each thrust made Dib move. He arched his back, bent his legs, squeezed Zim's thighs. He arched his head back against the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He gasped out from the sensation of it and did his best not to come early like he had the night before. Zim leaned over him to get a better position. He let out a shout as he thrust down hard enough to make Dib pulse with pleasure. As he started to pant, his grip on Zim's legs tightening enough for his nails to dig in just slightly, Zim pressed his lips against his collar bone.

He traced his hands over Dib's shoulders. He pulled at his hair with one hand, gripping it just as tight as the human was his legs. He nipped at his neck before kissing it full on. He felt it pulse under his lips right before he pulled away. Then Zim sat back up, releasing his human lover. He thrust down harder, faster. It made Dib turn his head from side to side. He gasped and moaned in time with Zim, though the alien was much louder than him.

Dib forced himself to open his eyes. He stared up at his lover as his face burned with pleasure. Zim had removed his 'disguise' and his pink orbs were nearly shut. They weren't looking at him. His face wasn't flushed, but his mouth was open in a small 'O' as he pumped himself up and down on his shaft. Zim arched his head back a little bit, his hands pressing hard against Dib's chest. He gasped out and Dib's face burned.

Oh. . . .god. . . he's so gorgeous. . . .

He looked away as the motion began to slow down. Zim eased himself slowly to nearly his tip. He paused for a second that felt like forever, then pushed himself down rather quickly. It was so nearly like when he'd first entered him that Dib couldn't help but shout out in pleasure, digging his nails in a little more. He nearly lost his grip several times as Zim started to repeat the motion over and over again. Gradually it started to get faster and faster, the eternal second growing shorter and shorter.

Dib jerked a little as he fought the orgasm building within him. He could feel the thrusts getting rougher, harder as Zim began to speed up more and more. He shouted and moaned, moving his hands on Dib's chest. Each thrust hit a spot inside Dib and he wanted to let go, he wanted feel that orgasm. But he just gasped, breathing harder than he ever had in his life. His face was on fire, but it was nothing compared to the rest of him. He choked out something for the second time, but neither of them heard it.

No matter how much he fought with himself, there was no denying the orgasm building more and more. He felt Zim's body pulsing on him, felt his legs pressing against his sides, felt his hands pressing against his chest. He heard his gasps and moans. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He fought it as hard as he could and knew it was a losing battle.

No! Just a little longer!

It was no use. The orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. It washed over him, sending him over the edge without even a consideration to what he wanted. He jerked around under his lover, moaning out in the intense pleasure. Zim's eyes widened like they had last night as he came inside him. He stared straight ahead at the wall as the pleasure began to subside from his lover.

Dib dropped back onto the bed, panting heavily. He kept his hands at Zim's thighs, though they were no longer gripping onto him. He rubbed his thighs absentmindedly as he stared at the wall. He didn't want to look up at Zim. He didn't want to see his disbelieving, or angry, face. He couldn't even bring himself to say he was sorry or to explain that it would take more than two times before he could keep up with the Irken, who was apparently rather experienced.

Zim climbed off Dib without saying a word. He just sat on the bed next to him, his fingers going to the necklace. He twirled the ring around in his fingers, not looking over at Dib. After a moment, however, he turned towards him and gave him a rather twisted smile. It sent a chill down Dib's spine, being that the smile usually meant he was up to no good.

"Tonight you will pleasure me."

That was all he said as he moved so that he was laying down next to him. He moved closer to the human so that their legs were touching. Then he just started to play with the engagement ring again. Dib, on the other hand, stared straight up at the ceiling as the shock began to consume him about what he'd been told. Zim wasn't mad. He was going to be staying the night.

And they were going to be having sex all night.

Before he could even begin to will his body to get through the rest period as fast as humanly possible, a thought slammed into him so hard he nearly saw stars. He had a meeting with Gary that night. In just a couple hours. He would have to leave in order to try and secure his job so that he wouldn't have to return the necklace and ring. He couldn't stay with Zim. He couldn't just have sex all night.

Should I tell him?

The answer was obvious. He couldn't just not tell him. He might as well tell him now and get the fight over with. Or he could wait. He could wait until he had to leave. At least that way he could get another round in bed, maybe even two, before he had to go and get chewed out by his boss. There was a strong possibility that Zim wouldn't be there when he got back. But, then again, when he really thought about it, chances were Zim was going to leave now if he found out he had to go to work.

Of course, Zim would probably be even more pissed off if he waited until the last minute to tell him. Even someone as dense as Zim would be able to figure out that he had purposely waited to say something in order to get as much sex as possible. That would probably result in him avoiding him for days, maybe even weeks. Which was not how he intended to spend his two year anniversary.

"How long must we wait before we can have sex again?" came Zim's rather bored and slightly annoyed voice. It shattered Dib's thoughts into a million pieces, bringing him crashing back to reality. Slowly, he turned his head towards his fiancee, who was giving him his usual look, with one eye opened wide and the other narrowed. Sometime during his thoughts, Zim had sat back up and was looking down at him.

Dib sat up next to him. He nervously adjusted his glasses, trying to decide how to word it. He knew no matter how he said it, Zim was going to be pissed. He was going to scream and rant and rave and throw things and hit him and he was going to storm out of the room after he'd said his piece. And that would be the end of it. There would be no chance to explain why he had to save his job, no chance to make things right. The two year anniversary was going to come to a crashing halt, as would their engagement.

Deciding that he'd better just come out and say it, given the confused look Zim was giving him, he took a deep breath. He prayed that Zim would be understanding when he knew he wouldn't be and exhaled. He looked right into those pinkish orbs and told him the truth.

"I have to go to the Video Outhouse tonight to talk to Gary. He's mad at me from when I went to your house that one night."

The words came out slightly more rushed than he'd planned for them to be, but the meaning was the same. And so was the reaction. Zim's eyes widened to a painful sort of size a split second before they sharpened to daggers that stabbed through Dib's heart. He gritted his teeth, his hands balled into fists and his entire body clenched up. For a moment, he looked like he was trying to restrain from hitting him.

Then his fist slammed into his face. Stars danced before his eyes as Zim got to his feet. He screamed something that might have been in English or Irken, but Dib didn't hear it. He just pressed his hand over his nose and stared at his lover as he jerked his pants back on. Something in the back of his head screamed for him to stop Zim, but he didn't listen.

Instead, he got to his feet and moved towards him. He didn't grab his arm or plead with him. No, he shoved him. Zim stumbled forward a little before he stopped. He stood with his back to Dib as he shook from head to toe. Then he jerked around, his pink eyes livid with intense anger. Dib stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides. His head screamed at him, demanding to know why he had pushed him.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

"How DARE you touch me! YOU FLITHY SMELLY DISGUSTING EARTH CHILD!" Zim screamed out, his body jerked as he pulled his fist back in order to punch him again. But this time he didn't make contact because Dib moved forward.

Zim took a few steps back as Dib decked him in the side of his face. Both of them seemed to be frozen as the Irken's face started to turn red. Carefully he rested two of his three fingers against the bruise. Dib's body shook with a mix of anger and terror of what Zim would do next. But before the Irken could start to beat him, words were coming out of his mouth.

"I probably lost my job because of you! Because you made me leave! I need that job! Why don't you ever think of anyone but yourself?!" Dib shouted, jerking an accusing finger at his lover. Zim's eyes widened with each word, but they narrowed at the last sentence.

For a moment, they just stood there staring at one another. Zim rubbed his cheek a little more before lowering his hand. He pointed at Dib, his eyes glowing with the sort of anger that only Zim had ever been able to process. An anger not of this world. He glared at Dib and Dib glared back. There was nothing else to do and he wasn't going to apologize. He couldn't bring himself to, since this was all, in fact, Zim's fault.

"You're job is more important than me, then?"

The question was so simple, yet there was so much more to it. Dib felt his anger fading as fast as it had come. His eyes widened as it ran through his head more than a hundred times in less than a second. This was more than just a question that a simple explanation could answer. Telling him that he needed this job, a job that he hated with a passion, to pay for the ring and necklace around his neck would not work. He could tell just looking at Zim's face.

This was a test.

His mind raced back to the night beforehand. When Zim had accepted the ring, he had asked if it meant that he was more important than anyone. Dib had said yes. If he tried to say that his job was more important than Zim, which it most certainly wasn't, then that meant he'd been lying last night. Which would mean all the insane times Zim had yelled that he was lying about his love for him would be brought back into question. How he answered this question could make or break their relationship.

Dib shook his head. It was all he could do. If he opened his mouth, he knew he was going to launch into an explanation about how he needed this job. It wasn't more important, but it was important. And that just because Zim was the most important didn't mean he didn't have other things to do. But he knew that if he said that, then Zim would never believe him.

"Then you will stay with Zim?" the Irken asked, his voice calm and almost pleased. He extended a hand to his lover, his harsh eyes softening as much as they ever did. This was not a question. It was an order disguised as a request. Dib knew that, yet he knew that he didn't really want to ruin the night. Especially not if Zim was going to overlook the punch to the face.

Dib took Zim's hand, nodding a little bit.

*gasp* Where was the Gimme?!

I remember saying this chapter was going to be more fulfilling than the last sex scene. . . hmm. . . I guess not. . . Oops.

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