Zim let out a loud, keening moan as the human pushed him back onto the lab table. They were in Zim's underground base and things had gotten out of hand (or claw) quite fast. One moment they'd been fighting. Yelling, exchanging the usual banter and then the human tackled the alien to the ground. He punched and kicked. The alien scratched and bit. Loud curses rent the stale air. Then Zim bit Dib's neck. The hot, spicy blood reached his tongue and he moaned. Nothing had tasted this good in forever. The pain made Dib scream. The noise Zim made caused him to shudder. Warm, fingers found antenna and yanked lightly. Zim growled, claws digging into Dibs back.

"Z-Zim…" Dib moaned as the alien continued suckling his neck. Zim pulled his mouth away as he suddenly understood what the hell he had just done. He shoved the human off of him and jumped up. Dib however fell in jumble to the floor.

"Ouch! Damn it Zim!"

Zim laughed, ignore the spicy taste in his mouth that made it water.

Dib glared up at the Irken, rubbing his neck. His fingers became warm and sticky with his spilled blood. The sight pissed him off.

He jumped up and ran for the alien. Red eyes widened.

" What are you-AH!"

The Dib was on him again! As though they had never stopped. Zim didn't stop Dib from shoving down his leggings and stroking his sensitive appendages. Dib didn't stop Zim from shredding his shirt off and biting his neck.

On top of the lab table, Dib claimed the Irken, shoving himself inside the alien.

"Zim…" Dib hissed. He was quieter than his alien counterpart who was as the humans put it a Screamer.

"OH! YES! MY TALLEST! OH TALLEST! DIB! YES!" The computer, basically asleep, woke up from his slumber at the sound of his master's loud voice. Usually it meant he needed something.

"Yes" sigh "sir?"

"OH TALLEST!" Zim screeched, letting out a high moan.

"What? What should I do about the Tallest Sir?" Zim whimpered, Dib groaned.
"YES!" If the computer had brows to furrow they'd be pretty furrow-y right about now.
"Send them snacks, videos, pictures, data…what?"

" FUCK! YES! TALLESSSST!"

Sigh. "Whatever."

So the computer sent the Tallest anything. Zim's newest plans, earth data of whether reports, two seasons of Two and a Half men, snacks of all origin and the last 24 hours of surveillance tape. It had captured everything. From the time Dib came in the lab to what they were doing on the table right now.