Here's chapter two. I know chapter one was a bit boring, but here's where we get into all the juicy, slashy stuff. I know its a *bit* hokey, but the reason for the hokeyness with be explained in upcoming chapters. Enjoy!
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"So, puny human," Zim said, starting towards Dib, "trying to infiltrate the fortress of Zim the Invader got the best of you, didn't it?" Dib started to get a little scared. Maybe Zim was going to take a look at his organs instead.
"You should have used better surveillance to…survailen that my surveillance skills are superior to yours!"
"Survailen isn't a word, Zim."
"Who needs your pathetic human language, anyways? Now, what to do with a nosy human…" Zim stood for a few minutes thinking. "I'll just leave you here for now." He finally said.
"Until you can think of something."
"I…I've already thought of something!"
"Then what is it?"
"Uh…do you think that I'm going to tell you?!"
"No, because you haven't thought of something."
Frustrated, Zim walked away. Dib was alone again. He struggled to get out of his bonds, but to no avail. He was stuck fast. Then he tried to shift the table from side to side. Didn't work either. It seemed to be supported on a strong central leg rather than four legs in different corners. He was a Zim's mercy for the time being. There was nothing else to do but fall back asleep.
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When Dib woke back up, he was startled by a small robot standing by the side of his table. "Hi" it said.
"Uh, Hi…" he answered.
"What are you doing?" it asked. Dib was a bit taken aback. This was a robot. Robots weren't stupid, right?
"I'm tied to a table."
"I thought so." It mindlessly replied. They sat there for a few minutes, staring at each other before Zim entered.
"Gir! Get away from the prisoner!" Gir scampered away.
Zim very menacingly walked up to Dib. "Why did you come here, human?"
"I came after my sister's GameSlave, which you stole!"
"I didn't steal anything, human!"
"But I saw you with it."
"What? That pink thing on the ground? I found it. I didn't steal it."
"Well, can I have it back?"
"No."
"Can I go home?"
"No."
"Can I at least go to the bathroom?"
Zim thought about this for a second or two, then walked away. A few minutes later, he came back with a Dixie cup. Then he took out a remote control, and pushed a button. Dib's table began to lean forward until Dib was completely vertical. Zim set the Dixie cup in front of him and stood back.
Dib just gave him a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. "What?" Zim said defensively.
"Number One," Dib started, "it's impossible for me to even go in that thing unless I have at least one hand free. Number Two: unless you want to mop up your floors, I suggest you get something bigger than that to catch it in."
Zim left with the Dixie cup and brought back a bucket. He again pulled out his remote and let one of Dibs hands free. It was a bit of a struggle since he only did have one hand, but Dib managed to successfully pee in the bucket. It was quite awkward, though, because Zim was watching him the whole time, but the alien didn't seem to think that it was anything out of the ordinary. After Dib was done, Zim took the bucket and started to walk away. He got all the way to the door before Dib called him back. Dib was annoyed at the fact that Zim had basically done everything to hurt his pride, yet did something so careless as to leave one arm un-shackled.
"Hey!" he yelled, waving his arm wildly, "you forgot this!"
Zim put the bucket down and walked back over to Dib. He grabbed his arm by the wrist, and began to study it. "I think it's about time that I see the Human anatomy."
Fear came over Dib. Either he was going to get dissected, or raped, it seemed. But neither happened. Zim just took his arm in both of his hands now, and began to analyze it more closely.
"W-what are you doing?!" Dib asked. This was certainly not what he expected. Zim ignored his question and bit him in the arm. At first, it was a soft bite, but then it got harder and harder. It wasn't until Dib let out a cry of pain that he let go and saw the teeth marks he had left in Dib's flesh.
"That's going to be a bruise," Dib muttered to himself.
"Human skin is salty. Irken skin doesn't have any taste. Do humans taste each others skin?" He said, ominously. Now Dib was really beginning to get uncomfortable.
"N-not really…"
"Then what's the purpose of having tasty skin of no one tastes it?" Zim said, leaning closer. "Humans must taste each other in some way…"
"Well…I suppose if…they kiss or something…"
"What's kissing?"
"It's when two people put their lips to each others…"
"But if I am correct, humans only taste with their tongue. You can't taste with your lips."
"Well," Dib said. Zim was rubbing his arm and making him very uneasy, "you can kiss by sticking your tongue into someone else's…"
Zim leaned in and cut him off with a kiss. It was Dib's initial reaction to struggle, but Zim put his hand on the other side of Dibs face so he couldn't turn away. He couldn't even pull his head back because it was against the table. At first, their lips just touched, but then Zim opened his mouth and forced his tongue into Dib's.
Dib was thinking about biting it, but then decided that if you're shackled to a table, it might not be a good idea to bite the person who captured you. He noticed that there really was no taste to Zim at all. They continued on for about 5 minutes, which felt like hours to Dib. Zim was very clumsy, but then again, they were both obviously inexperienced. About halfway through, Dib gave up and just let Zim have his way with him.
When Zim finally pulled away, Dib was sure that he was going to get raped, but Zim just wiped off his mouth and walked out of the room, as if nothing had happened. Dib was left alone, shocked, confused, and most importantly: with one arm free.
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"So, puny human," Zim said, starting towards Dib, "trying to infiltrate the fortress of Zim the Invader got the best of you, didn't it?" Dib started to get a little scared. Maybe Zim was going to take a look at his organs instead.
"You should have used better surveillance to…survailen that my surveillance skills are superior to yours!"
"Survailen isn't a word, Zim."
"Who needs your pathetic human language, anyways? Now, what to do with a nosy human…" Zim stood for a few minutes thinking. "I'll just leave you here for now." He finally said.
"Until you can think of something."
"I…I've already thought of something!"
"Then what is it?"
"Uh…do you think that I'm going to tell you?!"
"No, because you haven't thought of something."
Frustrated, Zim walked away. Dib was alone again. He struggled to get out of his bonds, but to no avail. He was stuck fast. Then he tried to shift the table from side to side. Didn't work either. It seemed to be supported on a strong central leg rather than four legs in different corners. He was a Zim's mercy for the time being. There was nothing else to do but fall back asleep.
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When Dib woke back up, he was startled by a small robot standing by the side of his table. "Hi" it said.
"Uh, Hi…" he answered.
"What are you doing?" it asked. Dib was a bit taken aback. This was a robot. Robots weren't stupid, right?
"I'm tied to a table."
"I thought so." It mindlessly replied. They sat there for a few minutes, staring at each other before Zim entered.
"Gir! Get away from the prisoner!" Gir scampered away.
Zim very menacingly walked up to Dib. "Why did you come here, human?"
"I came after my sister's GameSlave, which you stole!"
"I didn't steal anything, human!"
"But I saw you with it."
"What? That pink thing on the ground? I found it. I didn't steal it."
"Well, can I have it back?"
"No."
"Can I go home?"
"No."
"Can I at least go to the bathroom?"
Zim thought about this for a second or two, then walked away. A few minutes later, he came back with a Dixie cup. Then he took out a remote control, and pushed a button. Dib's table began to lean forward until Dib was completely vertical. Zim set the Dixie cup in front of him and stood back.
Dib just gave him a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. "What?" Zim said defensively.
"Number One," Dib started, "it's impossible for me to even go in that thing unless I have at least one hand free. Number Two: unless you want to mop up your floors, I suggest you get something bigger than that to catch it in."
Zim left with the Dixie cup and brought back a bucket. He again pulled out his remote and let one of Dibs hands free. It was a bit of a struggle since he only did have one hand, but Dib managed to successfully pee in the bucket. It was quite awkward, though, because Zim was watching him the whole time, but the alien didn't seem to think that it was anything out of the ordinary. After Dib was done, Zim took the bucket and started to walk away. He got all the way to the door before Dib called him back. Dib was annoyed at the fact that Zim had basically done everything to hurt his pride, yet did something so careless as to leave one arm un-shackled.
"Hey!" he yelled, waving his arm wildly, "you forgot this!"
Zim put the bucket down and walked back over to Dib. He grabbed his arm by the wrist, and began to study it. "I think it's about time that I see the Human anatomy."
Fear came over Dib. Either he was going to get dissected, or raped, it seemed. But neither happened. Zim just took his arm in both of his hands now, and began to analyze it more closely.
"W-what are you doing?!" Dib asked. This was certainly not what he expected. Zim ignored his question and bit him in the arm. At first, it was a soft bite, but then it got harder and harder. It wasn't until Dib let out a cry of pain that he let go and saw the teeth marks he had left in Dib's flesh.
"That's going to be a bruise," Dib muttered to himself.
"Human skin is salty. Irken skin doesn't have any taste. Do humans taste each others skin?" He said, ominously. Now Dib was really beginning to get uncomfortable.
"N-not really…"
"Then what's the purpose of having tasty skin of no one tastes it?" Zim said, leaning closer. "Humans must taste each other in some way…"
"Well…I suppose if…they kiss or something…"
"What's kissing?"
"It's when two people put their lips to each others…"
"But if I am correct, humans only taste with their tongue. You can't taste with your lips."
"Well," Dib said. Zim was rubbing his arm and making him very uneasy, "you can kiss by sticking your tongue into someone else's…"
Zim leaned in and cut him off with a kiss. It was Dib's initial reaction to struggle, but Zim put his hand on the other side of Dibs face so he couldn't turn away. He couldn't even pull his head back because it was against the table. At first, their lips just touched, but then Zim opened his mouth and forced his tongue into Dib's.
Dib was thinking about biting it, but then decided that if you're shackled to a table, it might not be a good idea to bite the person who captured you. He noticed that there really was no taste to Zim at all. They continued on for about 5 minutes, which felt like hours to Dib. Zim was very clumsy, but then again, they were both obviously inexperienced. About halfway through, Dib gave up and just let Zim have his way with him.
When Zim finally pulled away, Dib was sure that he was going to get raped, but Zim just wiped off his mouth and walked out of the room, as if nothing had happened. Dib was left alone, shocked, confused, and most importantly: with one arm free.
