"Sleeper Agent"
'Chapter Twenty-One'
There was a moment's pause as Zim simply sat there, catching his breath and listening to his pulse thud loudly in his antennae, as well as absorbing what the earth-stink had said. It wasn't until the last of the intimate contact dissipated and Dib pulled off his shirt that Zim really comprehended that the teen was serious.
This unfortunately failed to make Zim content in the least.
Something like a pained sound formed in his throat, the cool, non-caressing air a disastrous substitute for the previous world of warm hands and even warmer mouths. Zim's brow pinched, eyes almost glaring.
Of all the times for the Irk-damn dirt-child to agree and obey with his supreme amazingness, it had to be right NOW…?
This. Now. EXACTLY?
Zim absently bit his lower lip. He was right, he realized. He was right few Earth years ago when he said of the Dib-thing, that he was EVIL no matter what levels of deliciousness he possessed.
…And with his shirt missing, those levels were very much starting to skyrocket up on the invader….
Zim's cooling fluster from earlier only reared itself anew when his eyes took in the expanse of pale, unclothed chest and stomach before him, littered with an insane amount of even paler scars and wounds.
It reminded Zim of the last few times they'd indulged in these carnal urges. It reminded him of whenever the human would pull Zim atop him, bare chests sliding together, such a hot, smooth, raw sensation—
The invader grimaced, clearly unhappy as he arose from his spot near Dib and skeptically observed the human from at least a foot away. More grimacing commenced from the shifting around. Why by the Tallest did his pants have to be so tight normally, let alone now that he was, well…?
"I-It is about time you saw reason!" Zim snapped, sounding more irritable than even he himself expected. "You destroyed the rules of the challenge, filthy worm-pig! What should Zim make of this, hm?" With a little more effort the Irken pushed himself away, towards the opposite end of the bed. The distance did not seem to decrease any of the lingering desires spread within him, eager for a release that wasn't arriving, as far as Zim was concerned. "Useless test. I would have been victorious had you not…cheated…a lot."
He probably needed some air. Good amounts of air. Something to clear out the need in him to finish what Dib had intended to start.
But no. First he was going to win. Winning was top priority, for the sake of his pride as an Irken Elite, with willpowers as strong as the toughest metal! That was what mattered—he could figure out the rest later.
"Okay now, Dib-thing," Zim spoke. "I will resume the process of ignoring your large smelly head, to show how much the almighty ZIM does not find you at all attractive." He crossed his arms, a hint of smugness playing through his obvious uncomfortable and flustered appearance. "Prepare to have your puny human features given no attention, proving your incorrect-ness before my great, great glory."
With that being said and one last arrogant smirk to his opponent, the Irken moved his interest elsewhere, finding an undesired piece of lint hidden among the wrinkled folds of the bed sheets.
To anyone observing it might have seemed that Zim was just actively showing off how much Dib's body did not interest him, and the alien would have been satisfied with that assumption, if only it were true.
In reality the naked stretch of Dib's battered flesh drew Zim's eye like a magnet, and it took all he had not to glance at it, just to see how much damage he'd done for all these years; Also he was curious about the two little nubs positioned on the upper portion of Dib's torso.
He wondered what they were exactly. They looked so pathetically useless. Would they hurt Dib if he sliced them off?
What they taste any different from the rest of Dib's warm, smooth skin—?
The thoughts made Zim ache and he suppressed them with a barely-concealed frown. Stupid, stupid body, betraying his mind. He was supposed to think about winning, not wonder about matters like that.
Dib had been a little disappointed when Zim moved away but he expected no less. Zim was nearly more determined than he was; which was what made fights so much fun. This one was going to be no different and Dib found himself getting excited for the outcome.
He was going to win.
Losing just wasn't an option and he had already thought of a plan. A very great plan that he knew Zim wouldn't be able to ignore.
As Zim began his tirade Dib merely listened, his gold eyes watching the alien all the while with a more lusty and hungry look. His eyes shamelessly roamed over Zim's lithe figure, drinking in all the sights and attempting to make it known just exactly what he was thinking.
He slowly moved down on the bed, just enough so he was propped up by the pillows instead of the headboard of the massive round bed. Slower still he brought his legs up, his feet flat on the mattress as he parted them, giving Zim a very suggestive sight as well as a clear view of his naked flesh and the bulge in his jeans.
Dib tilted his head back, exposing the curve of his throat as his eyes half-lidded, his tongue sensually running over his own lower lip, "Zim." He said in a breathy moan, attempting to gain those claret eyes so his show wouldn't be missed.
The rules were that he couldn't touch Zim; but there was nothing against touching himself, and he knew such bait would easily trap the alien.
He then brought up his hands, running down his own sides, his digits feeling over scars and dips in his skin; almost seeming to savor himself as his hands continued to roam. One hand moved over his chest, his fingers running along a rather long scar that cut very close to his right nipple; his own nails raking across the white flesh and creating long red lines in their wake.
His other hand sunk lower in the same moment, running over the smooth expanse of his abdomen before coming to a halt above his waistline. Without a second thought Dib un-did the button of his jeans, arching his back in anticipation as his breathing turned uneven. His fingers deftly un-zipped the zipper, showing a peek of his boxers before his hand slipped inside and hid itself from Zim.
"Ahn…aah…" Dib gasped as he grasped himself, running his nails harder down his sides and creating nice superficial cuts in the same moment he started to pump himself.
At first, Zim had been doing just fine. His body and his thoughts had begun to cool enough that he actually WAS ignoring Dib, taking instead to picking at every irregular nub or bump in the silk sheets, probably damaging the fabric more than helping it. His eyes had avoided any contact with Dib's form, even as he heard the boy slip down against the pillows and readjust his pose.
Zim listened for any notice that the human was approaching, but when his position remained as it was the Irken released his suspicions of another advance by his opponent.
Good worm-baby, he was following the rules. And if that was the case then Zim would certainly display just how much he had control over his interest for—
…for…
He lost his train of thought, having heard the utterance of his name, his antennae flicking curiously to the breathy, needy tone. Zim's heart skipped a beat, his blush igniting again at just how that one word, his name, slipped off Dib's (talented) tongue.
What could the Dib possibly be making a noise like that for…? Another tactic, perhaps?
Zim's need, almost completely ignored just like Dib up until this point, twitched at remembering the boy's call. He felt so tempted to see what the human was doing, what would make him sound like that. He was supposed to be ignoring the human, not paying attention, but, well, if he took a brief glance it wouldn't really count. So long as he didn't acknowledge the dirt child then he'd still be in the game.
Yes, just a quick look.
The Irken flicked his gaze towards Dib, as subtly as possible so as not to let Dib know he was looking, just to see what he was doi—
… Oh…oh merciful Tallest…!
Zim's mind went completely blank the moment he laid eyes on the very persuasive show in front of him. His flush erupted into royal purple as Dib's one hand made its way past the waistband of the teen's pants, moans echoing the action of what Zim could only assume was Dib touching himself.
No—forget assuming, the damn human WAS touching himself. Gasping through pale, parted lips, while the other hand greedily ran across the plain of his chest, nails biting into the ashen skin and creating such a painful shade of reddish-pink all over the scars while he arched into his hand and squirmed around—
Zim's supposedly quick glance had turned into a yearning stare until he caught himself, forcefully averting his gaze while realizing just how stiff he'd become in that single moment of observing.
Damn him.
Even with his eyes turned away the image of Dib remained burned into the back of his eyes, linking up with the uneven gasps of breath the human was still emitting so deliciously. The Irken suppressed a small desperate moan, his whole body pulsing like a giant heartbeat.
Damn him, damn him, damn him—!
"S-Stupid worm-baby…" He grumbled, muscles tense. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them close, trying to make a show of completely not falling for the human's display. The heavy blush and occasional twitches spoke against him very loudly. He dug his claws into his arms, resisting the vague want to ease his own throbbing desire. Listening to Dib like this was just…painful.
Dib had relished under that gaze the moment it had been turned to him. He had squirmed, moaned and gasped as Zim kept his eyes on his form, wanting so desperately for the hands touching him to be the Irken's and not his own.
He had caught the yearning in Zim's eyes, noticed the twitching of his body, his eyes taking in every movement of the invader and almost thinking he was close to winning had Zim not uttered an insult and turned his eyes away.
Damn.
Dib knew he'd just have to step things up a bit; it was obvious he was affecting the alien, and Zim's resolve could only be so strong.
Dib nibbled his lower lip, his body still flushed from the heat coursing through him; his arousal painfully hard in his hand but he let it go so he could then drag down the last remaining articles of clothing. He moved against the sheets, still attempting to entice with his slow movements; his body arching sensually as he yanked off his jeans and boxers, kicking them uselessly off the side of the bed.
This had better work – he was craving in more ways than one, and even though he had said he didn't want to break the rules, he very much wanted to feel the invader against him again.
Positioning himself right back again, though this time his pose left nothing to the imagination as his hands once again roamed over his naked skin, "Ziiim~" Dib nearly whined, his tone flitted in a keening moan in much the same manner Zim had him groaning last night.
Dib once again moved to grasp himself though this time he dragged his fingers down the length in a suggestive way, not really intent on trying to ease the discomfort he found there, but rather entice Zim into doing that himself.
His chest rose and fell rapidly with needy breathy sounds, "Nn…I…Zii…" Dib squirmed, more for affect than anything else, his mind still set on the mission at hand and his drive to win, "I…mmmm…need…" He moaned half-words, his eyes still intent on Zim's flushed face, his hand working himself a little more expertly despite what he wanted originally, feeling a nice coil of sensation spring up his figure, causing his toes to curl.
The sudden sound of cloth folding and slipping against the silken sheets left nothing to Zim's imagination. Or rather, it left far too much, as the flop of pants being discarded to the ground made itself known to Zim's feelers; he gnawed on his bottom lip, trying to block out the images that flooded his mind of just how things looked over there WITHOUT the clothing censoring it—
Zim glanced to see where the pants had gone to, and noticed the boy's black boxers also accompanied them.
He shut his eyes.
He wasn't going to look.
He wasn't going to look.
He wasn't he wasn't he WASN'T….
The teen moaned his name again and the Irken choked a frustrated whimper, growling instead as he tightened his grip on his arms, heavily frowning.
Wait—what was he doing? Holding himself and groaning and avoiding the teen's form… he was being such a coward. The way he was acting now, he made it seem like Dib actually had a chance at being victorious. To truly win against Dib would mean staring his opponent right in all his flushing, pleasure-pinched pig-monkey face glory and not making a move towards him at all.
He could do that.
He could certainly do that.
He was the almighty ZIM! He could do anything.
So with a forced smirk the invader relaxed his pose and turned to fully face Dib, opening his red eyes and preparing to insult Dib on the matter of his dirty tactics and—
His gaze met the heavy-lidded stare of the human, so hazed with lust, before slipping down to take in the main attraction.
The hungry half-groan he released spoke for itself.
That was it.
His gaze darkened to that of a starved man finding a feast, mind overcome with the visual and auditory stimuli.
That was it.
If the challenge was still in existence Zim was no longer aware of it.
Before Dib would even have a chance of getting away Zim was on him, gloved hands pressed against Dib's chest while he loomed over the naked human. "Stop it," He hissed, his voice husky with unrestrained need. Oh well. Irkens were never known for their restraint anyhow. He leaned in, prying Dib's lower lip from beneath his teeth and nipping at it impatiently. "Just stop it, stop it, you wretched stupid stink-beast-thing."
Zim's thighs straddled the thin hips beneath him, hands roaming harshly along the boy's abdomen and towards his back, commanding attention away from the human's own hands. "No more." The alien groaned, before dipping his tongue against Dib's parted lips.
No more teasing. No more touching what was only Zim's to touch, Irk and Tallest be damned, not for another second more.
Dib didn't have a chance to respond; having been stricken under that hungry ruby gaze, a real moan fell past his lips at what he saw there. Before he had a chance to gain his own wits, to try and further reel in the other male, Zim had already came to him.
As Zim straddled him Dib remained submissive under his Irken, his hands moving away from himself to instead tangle in the red silk sheets; rocking his hips up into Zim's own, the friction causing Dib to gasp.
In the back of his mind he was vaguely aware of his victory but he had no mind to gloat; too pre-occupied with Zim's feral tone and sharp claret eyes. He whimpered in a pleased way as he felt those gloved hands run along his body, those latex covered claws still wrecking pleasant havoc on his over-heated flesh. "Ahhn~" Dib was almost embarrassed by how badly he craved the Irken, a slave to the feelings coursing through him the moment Zim's real attention had been gained.
But somehow he just couldn't care – couldn't give much of a damn about the whole enemy verse enemy nature of their usual relationship, unable to force himself to want to dominate when the alien was exerting such control; merely allowing himself to be the submissive moaning whore to Zim and Zim alone.
The moment Zim nipped his lip Dib's eyes slipped closed, leaning up to get more of the contact only to be rewarded by Zim's odd segmented tongue roaming over his needy lips. Dib instantly deepened the kiss, their mouths becoming flush as he put everything he had into that kiss; wanting so badly to show just how much the alien affected him.
Zim groaned as Dib merged their lips together, drawing the Irken down along the human's frame. Dib's body heat sweltered beneath him, in turn warming Zim and making his clothing an even less desirable barrier against the longing burning like fire in his mind (among other places). His antennae were filled with the boy's moans and whimpers, hands busy with running over every piece of pliable bare flesh.
It was one thing to watch Dib—quite another to experience him, to breathe and taste and feel him, and to be filled with so much lust that the world beyond themselves held no importance.
Zim panted as he separated his lips from the teen's, attacking the pale jaw and neck below that just begged to be marked as his. Once thoroughly satisfied with the red bite marks he licked into sure submission Zim pulled himself away, too hot and restricted by his clothes to let the misery of no skin-to-skin contact to continue.
His half-lidded eyes turned to his hands, trying to hurry and remove his gloves first before eliminating his shirt. With a clumsy haste he pulled at the fingers, but the glove barely moved—the latex having grown hot and sticky like a leather seat in the midst of summer and fixing itself against his emerald flesh. This might not have been such a difficult dilemma on a normal basis, but with half his thoughts and blood supply in another place beside his brain, there ended up being some struggling and whimpering on his part.
Unfocused eyes peered at the hated piece of clothing, frustration displayed in a seriously annoyed pout.
Clothes were stupid.
Maybe he should just ignore it and get his pants off.
But the latex was stickyyyy…so sticky.
Dib's arms had found themselves along Zim's shoulders as the kiss had continued, lazily draped once the Irken parted; tilted his head back as Zim turned attention to his neck. Dib had groaned in a pleased way, a slight grin tugging his lips at the sharp feel of Zim's teeth on his flesh, a feeling of satisfaction rushing through him at the thought that Zim enjoyed him enough to mark him as his own.
Dib let his arms fall away as the alien leaned back, noticing as Zim attempted to do away with his clothing only to get caught up on his gloves. Dib watched a moment before he began to understand Zim was having difficulty and he couldn't help the smile it put on his lips.
He had no idea how Zim could look so cute, but he did as he sat there with that almost pout on his face; his red eyes still holding that almost detached look he got when his mind was definitely occupied on other things.
"Here," Dib said, his tone an octave lower than usual as he reached up, grabbing at one of Zim's hands and tugging at the gap in the fingers; slowly sliding off the first sticky glove before he moved to the second. With effort the second soon fell away and Dib had to admit they had been difficult to pry off; having put most of his attention on the hands in question that he sobered just a little from his original mindless want for body on body contact.
His fingers absently roamed over Zim's own before he locked their hands a moment, almost experimentally so. They had held hands on the couch when Keef was there, but that had almost been in defiant possessiveness, not in a loving manner. It was strange how well they fit, even with the fact that Zim had only three fingers.
However, thought soon fell away from Zim's hands, instead his fingers roaming up his arms, over the clothed skin before they ran down his sides; his amber eyes turning back to Zim's face with a withheld passion, the look holding more than lust, something that ran much deeper than that.
Dib's fingers tugged under the hem of the alien's shirt, pulling it easily over the Irken's head before he descended on his flat stomach. Zim was still perched over Dib's lap, the human propping him up a little with his hands that rested on his hips.
His lips nibbled and sucked at the flat expanse of Zim's belly, savoring him a moment before he moved up towards the curve of his chest. His gold-brown eyes flicked to Zim's expression, looking up at the alien with a hungry look, inhaling the scent of Zim's fragrant flesh as his hands roamed further, dealing with the fastenings on the alien's pants.
"I love you." Dib breathed against his skin, tugging down Zim's pants, shifting to push them away as he leaned back against the pillows – tugging Zim over him in one quick movement. Dib's arms once again slipped around Zim's neck, pulling the alien down as he forced their lips together – almost fearing rejection, but unsure if Zim even knew how much weight his confession had held.
And in truth, Zim did not.
As each piece of clothing was pulled away from the small alien, the swelling of desire clutched at his mind, making the cool air sing against his now-uncovered skin and Dib's mouth all the more able to draw pleased gasps with each nip and tease. Hyper-sensitive, he could feel every tug along the fabric once binding him, could relish in Dib's warm breath along his torso, could feel the burn of Dib's stare all the way from the ends of his antennae to the tips of his toes.
He knew possession. He knew what it was to want something. In this way, he was not unfamiliar to the lust that consumed him for Dib. Zim did not resist the kiss, letting his lips mesh pleasantly against the others, hands planted along the mattress beneath them for support. He wanted Dib. He would have Dib. That was as far as the process went, as deep as their closeness could burrow.
But, just for that moment…when there palms had touched and fingers intertwined in an almost perfect clasp, there had been a twinge of something else. Zim's vision had cleared for that second and he'd stared at their hands, also marveling at how well they fit together.
Like they were made to link together.
Just for each other.
It made something beyond lust echo like a heart beat in his chest. Something that hurt… something that made the universe seem so very small.
But it was gone as soon as it came and now they were kissing, now Dib was professing 'lurv' to him and not giving Zim a chance to answer, engaging their tongues instead of their voices.
He did not understand human concepts. At least not the stupid ones. This might be one of the stupid ones.
He'd seen the earth-stinks on TV confess their 'lurv' for each other on a regular basis before ingesting each other's faces. If it meant desire, then there was nothing to understand.
And everyone loved Zim. He was too amazing not to love. It just took Dib long enough to finally admit to it.
So Zim told him just as much, breaking their lip lock to breathe and plant a teasing nip at the tip of the boy's protruding smell appendage.
Dib's breathing was uneven as the kiss was broken a second time, desire once again strumming firm in his veins. As Zim nipped his nose he grinned just slightly, feeling a closeness he hadn't felt between them before from their first awkward coupling.
…it was nice.
This feeling.
One hand toyed with the base of one of Zim's antennae, his gaze still intent on the invader as the alien perched over him. He leaned more comfortably into the plush pillows, his legs drawn up as they wrapped around Zim's lithe hips – giving the alien complete control.
Dib moaned in anticipation as he felt the hardness of Zim's arousal brush against him; absently arching his back enough to force friction. Dib's eyes fluttered shut as a feral groan bubbled past his kiss-swollen lips, "Zim…" He breathed, his hands finally falling from the Irken to tangle once again in the red sheets as he pressed himself more firmly up into the alien, wanting Zim to take control – to claim him from the inside out again.
Zim had moaned a little when Dib fondled his feeler, relaxing into the other's grip like a switch had been flicked. His eyes closed, distracted by the sensation before the activity below reclaimed his attention.
"Nnh… Dib-thing…." It was hard to make coherent sentences when someone was so kindly moving around like that. He looked down, Dib's expression eliminating any possibility that he wasn't aroused at this point. "… It will hurt again," the Irken said quietly, watching the human shift in what had to be the most tempting way a body could move in the history of moving. At least to him it was. That's really all that counted at the moment.
Dib looked up to the alien, panting slightly as he rolled their hips again, becoming washed up in the waves of sensation coursing through him; close to losing all coherent thought.
However, he was pulled back by Zim's quiet murmur, "Since when do you care about causing me pain?" He said despite himself, though he was grateful for the sentiment, such a thing did mean Zim cared on some level.
Dib ran his tongue nervously along his lower lip as he attempted to force Zim to press inside of him; feeling his body give, that sharp feeling running up his spine, unable to suppress the needy moan that came from it.
"Zi-Zim…" Dib panted, "I…need…nn…" Dib almost seemed frustrated, unable to gain too much leverage to force the Irken to impale him; instead only burying Zim a little, but it was enough to force himself to squirm at the feeling of being filled. "Mmm…please." He whimpered; not yet feeling pain though even if there was pain to come, he knew what to expect, though that didn't entirely matter – all he wanted was Zim to fuck him senseless.
Zim continued to watch, though now more mesmerized by Dib's display than intrigued. He couldn't help the low groans with all of the human's continuous writhing and pressing, hands clawing at the sheets. The massage of Dib's inner wall was difficult to think around.
He grimaced as the boy spoke. "Wh-what makes you think Zim cares, worm-thin—nngh?" He hissed, glaring downward unsuccessfully. "I simply stated a f-fact. You will suffer like the last time. Stu…stupid."
He listened to Dib, words and pleasured sounds, and while the latter made his resistance all the more non-existent, the former suddenly seemed to cause frustration in him. He knew the consequences and yet he was still stretched out beneath Zim, begging for it. Did he like the pain? Humans were always doing idiotic, pain-causing activities with no regard for their welfare but…was it just a stink-beast thing? It was sick and ridiculous—going out of his way to be in pain.
With an irritated growl Zim grabbed firm hold on Dib's hips, stopping his constant attempts at being penetrated. "Do you want to be hurt, moronic dirt-child? Is that what you're asking?" He glared, his voice a little more angry than he intended. His claws dug into the ashen skin beneath his hands as he moved into position. "Fine then! Zim will give you what you wish for!"
Dib swallowed a frustrated sound as Zim firmly grabbed his hips; though the lack of movement caused his mind to instead focus on Zim's words. He mulled them over in his brain a moment, his brows pinching together at how angry Zim sounded.
He didn't understand, what was wrong?
"Zim," Dib started, his tone still husky but holding a little more cognition, "I'm not—it's not," He faltered, his breathing still uneven; trying hard not to focus on the feeling of the Irken still half-buried inside of him. "It's not about…nn…about the pain, it's about," Love? Zim wouldn't understand that, "It's about us," He paused, "About…I just, I want you to have all of me." Dib finished a little more gracefully than he started, looking into Zim's eyes a moment before the Irken instead drew his attention back on their lower bodies.
There wasn't a second's pause for the human to retaliate when Zim thrust with one quick stab into the teen's waiting body, enveloped in the silken heat of Dib and groaning as the muscles clenched around his need so good.
Zim didn't give time for Dib to get his bearings, to even get used to the sudden intrusion as the Irken started a slow, rhythmic pace soon afterwards, taking the boy's hips in his hands and forcing him to take every thrust as far as it could go. The angry look in Zim's eyes melted to fierce desire instead, the fires of passion merely burning in a different direction, though never losing strength.
Dib called out Zim's name in almost a whining plea though what he had wanted to say he wasn't sure – the feeling not entirely painful, just almost unexpected. His face was pinched in more pleasure than pain, the feeling not as bad as it had been last night – but then again, this time his body had been more prepared, and he knew what to expect this time.
Dib's nails dug into the sheets as Zim started to move, the alien not giving him a chance to recover and it forced pathetic little whining sounds from the human; his eyes barely open to view the determined Irken above him; unsure why he had began to act so hostile.
"Ziii…mmm…" Dib had attempted to say something with more weight than that but his words floundered under a deep moan as the pleasure had finally began to seep through every fiber of his being with Zim's steady thrusts. As the rocking movements continued, his body forced to take the alien to the hilt each time, Dib had finally just gave himself over to Zim – unable to even grasp at the reasons why the previous behavior had been so unsettling when this felt so damn good.
Dib's mind once again shoved all thought aside, his gold eyes hidden under thick lashes as he gazed up at the alien. "Ah…nn…" Dib couldn't help the little sounds he made each time Zim moved into him, instead arching his back enough to gain more feeling, wanting Zim to hit that spot he had hit last night – wanting to feel that intense pleasure again.
Zim continued to thrust into Dib, hands holding the boy's hips in place as his breathing became fast, grunts of effort spilling out with each timely stab. He started to speed up, feeling heat and pressure pooling in his abdomen as Dib's muscles clenched on him mercilessly.
He'd stopped paying attention to anything Dib had said; only hearing the noises, his eyes locking with the slits of amber beneath him and holding that gaze. His chest tightened again, pinched in such a concentrated, poignant way that it was almost stronger than the desire spilling from below.
All of him. To have. To conquer. And he was giving this all to Zim.
If he released himself, then he released the world. If he had Dib, then he had Earth.
But that wasn't what he felt in his chest. Not victory. Not winning.
He couldn't put his finger on it but it hurt…it burned, it made everything feel so much more intense…!
Zim hunched a little more over Dib, getting better ground to drive himself in deeper, faster; his legs muscles were tight from the effort mixed with pleasure, but there was no stopping him, not when he could feel himself drawing so close. His hands slinked up to grasp Dib's hip bones a little more firmly, leaning over the boy, hissing his name in between pants.
Dib held that ruby gaze; the passion between them seeming that much more intimate with Zim staring down at him as if there was nothing else in the entire world. Dib couldn't help but moan at the feeling that look caused him; something warm blossoming in his chest almost tickling his heart.
The headboard smacked hard against the wall with each deliberate thrust Zim made, Dib trying his best to meet the alien but not having too much control with the hands digging into his hips; knowing the contact would probably leave bruises but he didn't care.
Dib felt the steady rise of his orgasm, his breathing becoming more and more labored, little sounds mixing with nonsense – becoming even more vocal with each roll of their hips.
As Zim hunched over him Dib just lost it – the Irken positioning in such a manner that he had finally hit that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of him. Dib's eyes finally fluttered shut and a deep pleased purring groan bubbled up from his throat, "Ziiimmm…" Dib squirmed as best he could, his hands tugging at the sheets uselessly, needing to find purchase somewhere as the intense waves of feeling crashed through his system.
"Ahn…haa~" Dib could barely take anymore; the sounds of the alien, the way he hissed his name, the rough contact of skin running against skin, the feeling of Zim pounding into him—
Dib cried out Zim's name as his back arched, meeting the Irken in one final jerky movement as he released all he had; his muscles pulled taut, clenching hard on Zim as he rode out his orgasm.
Zim's brow pinched as he listened to Dib's unbridled moans, watching him writhe against the bed sheets from everything Zim was doing. It was all because of Zim, every move he made drawing a reaction from the human, helplessly answering. He had power over the child, affecting him, controlling him…
The fact that every little motion drew so much of a response.
The teen's body arched upward, merging into Zim's as he called the Irken's name. Warmth splashed against his jade stomach, Dib's muscles spasming tightly all around Zim and it was just too much. A few more labored thrusts and he followed Dib's lead, spilling himself inside the human with a satisfied moan.
As the last of the mind-numbing ecstasy faded away Zim weakly pulled out of Dib, muscles quivering with the effort to stay perched over the spent teen. He shifted a bit, finding some space beside Dib to flop himself against the pillows, his face meeting the messy raven black locks spread out along the crimson fabric. A warm softness pervaded his mind and he sighed, staring with heavy-lidded eyes at the strange cowlick that even now remained upright in all its scythe-like glory.
It looked so much like an Irken antenna.
Strange human hair follicles. Maybe Dib wasn't as human as he thought him to be. H was certainly smarter and braver than any earth-stink.
With an almost foreign smile of content the invader brought himself towards the scythe-lock, nibbling halfheartedly at the false feeler, as if trying to imitate what had been done to him.
It just looked so bite-able.
Could humans draw pleasure from having their hair sucked on, like antennae…? They always seemed to scream when it was pulled, so maybe…
Zim's thoughts were too muddled to make sense of much else, instead just purring lightly as he near-nuzzled the cowlick. He was dominating the cowlick. Yes, that was what he was doing. Showing it who was ruler of things around here; putting it in its place…oh Tallest it just looked like it needed to be nibbled.
Dib was barely aware when Zim pulled out and flopped next to him; he could still feel the lingering tingles of sensation, though as they finally began to dissipate he felt horrendously fatigued.
His bright eyes opened just enough, staring up at the ceiling, actually having mind enough to take off his glasses and set them on the night table. Once that task was complete he snuggled back down again, pulling up the blankets and sweeping them around him and Zim.
It was then he felt a gentle tugging on his hair, not enough to be uncomfortable, but in his fuzzy state of mind he was confused as to what it was. He tilted his head a little, noticing the arch of Zim's neck, staring at his chin and finally coming to the conclusion that Zim was nibbling on his hair.
"What're…?" Dib said, unable to hide his content smile, enjoying the sight of the Irken seeming so cuddly. He shifted into Zim's chest, not causing the alien to break contact with his hair as he latched his arms around Zim and nuzzled into his collar with a satisfied sigh.
Zim didn't do anything to deter the human's embrace, breathing in the warm scent of Dib's hair and catching the odd half-sentence. He made an odd sound in the back of his throat. "Your antenna is weird…" He said quietly, like a child making an off-hand comment. Zim closed his eyes, exhaling before cracking his claret orbs open once more, though only just barely, "You didn't…win."
Antenna?
Dib made the connection though it did take him a moment since he was too pre-occupied with the looming thought of sleep as well as indulging in the scent of Zim's smooth skin. Dib's breathing had already started to even out and it took all he had to remain awake enough to respond though his words were heavy and sluggish, "It's not an antenna…just hair, I can't feel it." He murmured to dismiss any thought Zim had that it might cause him pleasure the same way it did Zim, though he wasn't against the Irken nibbling his hair – it was rather cute.
Dib was vaguely aware of Zim's passing statement, wanting to say something but the grip of slumber had already taken him and instead all he uttered was a sleepy mumble before he gave himself over to the pleasant caress of unconsciousness.
Zim frowned, his antennae perking up lazily at Dib's murmur, though he understood none of it. "Do not… try and argue with Zim," He retorted, though he was too comfortable to really make his argument sound convincingly incensed. "If you had not cheated in the first place I would have been unbeatable. The challenge is void, you hear me Dib-stink?" He stopped to allow Dib to even try and counter him, which made the silence that followed unexpected. " … Dib-stink?"
Puzzled, Zim shifted his gaze down, feelers picking up on the steady, deep breaths and eyes absorbing the peaceful expression Dib wore, obviously asleep. His frown lessened a little, staring a little too long at the way Dib's lips parted just slightly in his unconsciousness, before setting the deep scowl back in place. "Rude pig-smelly dirt-thing. Zim was talking."
He gave the sleeping teen a long glare, but wasn't in the mood to be angry much. With an indignant huff he slid himself down the bed so that he was just below Dib, curling himself into the human's encircling arms and letting the boy adjust accordingly.
He was a greedy creature as an Irken—he coveted the warmth and comfort found in the center of Dib's embrace, not for any sentimental reasons but simply for the sake of owning it. He had it. He could relish in it for as long as he dare please.
Zim sat still in the silence, antennae twitching faintly to the sound of Dib's gentle breathing. As the quiet permeated his senses Zim noticed an odd rapping noise that seemed to engulf the entire space around them, just there in the background. It took a moment of pondering to realize that the sound was nothing threatening—simply Earth precipitation.
Well, it wasn't threatening so long as he was inside. The rain would probably last just through the night, and even if it continued into the future, it was nothing a good paste bath couldn't remedy.
Zim sighed, for once relaxed and oddly content to just lay there—it was difficult not to feel that way after such exertion, with pleasure chemicals still flowing undeterred through his veins. Even more so atop a soft, pliable surface, with warmth and familiar scents surrounding him like a blanket.
It was almost easy to forget that Keef was still out there, somewhere, plotting whatever strange things he was plotting. If he was plotting. He was still alive, though—still a threat, no matter what his intentions were, if he even had any.
But with his lack of presence over the last day or so, it hadn't been difficult to get distracted.
They had to remain vigilant. There was no doubt about that.
Whenever the filthy Synak-worm decided to reappear in the base they would be ready. They knew what he was. They knew what he was capable of.
They knew how to eliminate him for good.
All the thinking left Zim uneasy in the lonesome quiet, and a tiny, blasphemous part of him considered waking up Dib to be rid of the sense of anxiety but he shook it off quickly. He was not some cowardly earth-stink, brainless and riddled with mindless fear.
Instead he burrowed himself against Dib's still-heated flesh, feeling the soft breath grace his antennae, but he still couldn't release the tension that had formed in his system.
He lay with his eyes open, staring at the empty room before focusing on the teen in front of him.
The apprehension refused to dissipate, but as he looked at the oblivious human with enough calm to even sedate GIR, it eased.
Only a little.
But that was enough.
A/N:
This chapter is a bit late, I apologize. I got caught up in a few other things today and didn't get around to editing. Another chapter will be up sometime during the week since it's a short transitioning chapter. Hopefully you all cling to this happy bit of fluff because there won't be more of it for a long, long while.