I finally got around to chapter 6! Hehe, and I finally grew the balls to
START to make this lemony... yes, go me and my no-longer-balless-self... oh
yeah... *Strikes a pose* *Busts a move* *L*
Some are questioning about the whole gravy thing and, now that I think of it, it IS kinda weird... so I'll explain to you how the gravy came to be. I always hear about whipped cream and hot fudge and cherries being used for sexual stimulation, and me, being an individual and all, decided to think up of other things that I could use. I thought of Ed and how he bathes in gravy, then thought about how much I love mashed 'tatos, and the idea of using that for sexual purposes really... well... turned me on! *Blushes, feeling stupid and disturbed* So that's why I'm making this story involve gravy instead of the usual ice cream sundae. Sorry if it disappoints or disgusts, but don't worry, the gravy won't be a crucial factor in the story just yet!
I know GIR sounds repetitive, but he's supposed to, it's not a mistake!
Thank you so much for the good reviews! I'm very happy with this story and the fact that you all seem to be as well! I used Kimi the Kenlei's idea for the red fuzzy handcuffs! Wee! Thanks Kimi!
DibsLyn: Patience is a virtue, my friend! The lemon (s?) is/are coming! ... Whoa, wait, did you just say I have POWER?! *Snickers evilly* I LIKE the sounds of that... *L* Thanks!
Invader Jet: WHOODI HOO! I made a fan! Wow, that's awesome! Thanks =]
Rogue: *LOL* Feel free to use that line! Glad you found it funny!
And now... onward!
GIR laughed and put down the Bible. "Malachi gave me an idea!"
Zim gave his little robot a weird look. "Who?"
GIR opened his metal head and pulled out two pairs of red fuzzy handcuffs.
Zim's jaw dropped. "GIR... why do you have those with you...?"
Dib raised an eyebrow. "A PROPHET gave you the idea for HANDCUFFS?!"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib looked down at the handcuffs, then considered the situation at hand. It finally registered with him. He turned bright red and glanced warily at Zim, who looked as if he was actually considering the idea. Dib's eyes grew wide and he shook his head slowly. The sensation of having absolutely no control over someone else's sexual actions frightened him to the point of tears. He didn't think he'd be able to contain himself. Gaz would hear him for sure.
But Zim had made up his mind. Giving Dib a quick, barely noticeable wink, he scooted off the couch and walked over to GIR near the door. He took both of the furry scarlet handcuffs from GIR and thanked him nonchalantly. "You actually did something right for once, GIR. Good job."
GIR jumped up and wrapped his arms around his master's neck. Zim yelped and tried to push his companion off, not wanting to fall victim to one of his hugs. But that wasn't GIR's intent. He leaned up and whispered something near his master's antenna.
Zim's eyes widened. He looked at GIR doubtfully. "Humans actually... DO that?"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
The confused Irken pulled GIR off his shoulder and held him out far before dropping him with a clang. "It sounds disgusting to me... FOOD, of all things... but... okay..." Zim turned and disappeared into Dib's kitchen.
Dib peeked over the couch and gawked at GIR. "What did you tell him to use?!"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib shrank back into the couch, biting his bottom lip nervously. GIR climbed up the backside of the sofa and rested his chin on the top. "Aww, don't worry, master's good at this!"
Dib stifled a laugh and stared up at GIR, wondering if he knew what he was talking about. "Oh?"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "How does Zim put up with you everyday?"
GIR stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry in response. Dib rolled his eyes and crossed his arms gingerly, careful of the vulnerable scrapes that hadn't had much time to heal.
Zim looked in the refrigerator and pawed through its contents, murmuring the name of each thing he came across under his breath. "Peaches... Redi Whip... tapioca pudding... Trix yogurt... gravy......... gravy? Hmm..." He pulled the Tupperware container out of the icebox and popped it into the microwave. After a little less than a minute of radiating re-heatable magic (oooh... aaah...) the gravy bubbled slightly. Zim took the plastic container out of the microwave and winced from the smell. "Filthy poultry and beef topping..."
GIR pulled Dib's shirt over his head and watched as the gray face of apathy folded and wrinkled in front of him, due to his lack of height and width. He giggled. "MINE!"
Dib, who had surveyed GIR silently to try and keep his mind off what he knew was going to happen, finally leaned forward and held out his hand in objection. "Hey, no, that's mine! You can't -"
Dib felt his glasses being removed from his face. Before he could react, everything went blurry. "Gah! No, I -" Then everything went dark. Dib gasped softly and felt a knot being tied behind his head.
Zim shook with anticipation and slid his pointy tongue behind Dib's ear, tightening the blindfold he made from his shirt. He walked around to the front of the couch and cradled Dib in his arms, lifted him up and carried him upstairs. Dib held his breath, not sure of what he should say, or rather, if he should say anything at all. It reminded him of when he would pretend to be asleep downstairs just so his mother would carry him up to his room. He liked to hear her mumble things like "Wow, you're gettin' heavy" and "Ack, almost clipped your head there". Dib smiled softly and snuggled up against the warmth of the body close to him, momentarily forgetting about the two handcuffs that hung loosely at Zim's side or the container of gravy that GIR clumsily carried behind.
Zim backed into Dib's room, pushing the half-closed door open with his rear. GIR stumbled on Dib's shirt and nearly dropped the gravy. Zim growled angrily at his sidekick, fearing that he would ruin everything. "Be careful, GIR." He walked to Dib's bed and laid him out on top, then hurried over to GIR, who was still at the doorway struggling with the Tupperware.
Dib opened his eyes against the fabric of Zim's shirt and tried to see through it. Dark pink enveloped his vision and stung his eyes with fuzz. He closed his eyes and hugged himself, feeling the chilly night air that blew from his open window against his bumpy flesh.
Zim placed the container of warm gravy on the nightstand and put the handcuffs beside it. He looked over at Dib's vampire-like pose on the bed and eyed the window. He reached up and closed it with little effort, wondering why the cold didn't seem to effect him as much as it did his enemy.
... Enemy? Zim wondered if he could even consider Dib his enemy now. If not, then what would he call him? Friend? Lover? Trick?
WAS he just doing this for fun? Was this just a game to him? Did the separation of himself from his race make him desperate for emotional and sexual stimulation?
Or did it run deeper than that? Did the Irken really have feelings for Dib?
Zim bit his lip and tried to push his thoughts aside. He wasn't going to let anything get between him and Dib this time. All he knew was that he wanted Dib in more ways than one, and according to him, that's all he needed to know right then.
Zim climbed up the little ladder-like structure at the foot of Dib's bed and crawled over his body. When he got to the point where he was looking down at Dib's blindfolded face, he leaned down and pried Dib's lips apart with his slick tongue. Dib opened his mouth and warmly invited him inside. He slid his tongue against and around Zim's, lapping at the inside of his mouth hungrily.
Zim pulled away, almost abruptly. He saw the frown on Dib's moist lips and licked them teasingly. Dib reached up and rested his arms around Zim's shoulders, pulling him back down. He leaned up and pressed his lips to Zim's again, nipping and licking at his tongue.
Zim didn't respond right away, having to give his mouth a chance to recover from the slight surprise at Dib's confidence. He then mimicked Dib's movements with his own, sharing his enthusiasm.
Dib involuntarily wrapped his leg up and around Zim's. He moaned and tried to pull Zim's whole body down against his, desiring his touch, wanting his scent to completely surround him. But Zim resisted and pushed away, standing falteringly on his knees. He had something else in mind.
Dib heard his belt buckle jingle and felt his pants loosen around his waist. Every muscle in his body tightened on impulse. He desperately searched for something to say, something to do... something to stop Zim, but found that his mind and limbs were frozen with anxiety. He felt his pants and boxers being dragged down his thighs. Dib gasped, not sure if it was from the coldness of the air or the feeling of his genitals being exposed.
Zim stared at Dib's hardening manhood (childhood? Heh heh) and resisted the urge to just take him right then and there. He wanted to tease. Zim tugged Dib's leather boots off and tossed them to the floor, then did the same with his pants. He glanced at Dib's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle decorated boxers before discarding them as well.
GIR watched from the doorway, but his poor attention span was causing his eyes to wander. Soon his interest was completely diverted from Zim and Dib. He busily played with the doorstop that screwed into the wall, amused by the loud sproingy noise it made.
Zim looked at Dib's naked body before him and felt himself become aroused. He sat between Dib's knees and pulled off his own boots, then did the same with his pants. He tossed them to the floor and ran the tips of his claws up and down Dib's thighs.
Dib hissed through his teeth and sat up. "Zim..."
Zim pressed a claw to his lips, silencing him. "Quiet."
Dib opened his mouth and sucked on Zim's finger as if he were apologizing for trying to make conversation. Zim smoothed his thumb over the side of Dib's mouth and used his free hand to push him back down against the mattress. He crawled over Dib and sat down on his chest, feeling it move up and down unsteadily with his breathing. Zim reached for one of the fuzzy red handcuffs on the table beside Dib's bed.
Dib felt Zim pull his claw away from his mouth and licked the salt that it left off his lips.
Zim closed one cuff around the bedpost, then yanked Dib's hand above his head and closed the other around his skinny wrist. He did the same with the opposite bedpost and Dib's other hand.
Dib felt the soft fuzz around his wrist and tried to pull his hands back to his body. He whimpered and started to kick a bit. "Zim, Zim, no, please, don't, I can't handle it, please, Gaz will hear, she'll hear Zim, she will..."
Zim stared down at the pale body that writhed below his, intrigued by Dib's reaction. He never knew that a human's nervous system could be so sensitive. Trying to comfort Dib, he rubbed his knuckles against his cheek. "Shh... I'm not going to hurt you, Dib..."
Hearing Zim's soft voice in the darkness, Dib stopped begging and ceased his attempts to break free. "Zim... Gaz will hear though..."
Zim leaned down and kissed Dib's nose softly. "She won't if there's nothing FOR her to hear."
"But Zim, I don't think I could..." He trailed off.
Zim smiled a bit. "Just try..." He sat up and scooted down so that he was squatting over Dib's knees, then laid between them on his belly. He trailed his claw over Dib's erect shaft while cupping his chin in his other hand.
Dib bit his lip and lifted his knees involuntarily with Zim's slight touch. Zim eyed the legs that rose beside his face, then looked under them at his robot, who was still playing with the doorstop. "GIR, you wouldn't happen to have any rope, now, would you?"
GIR looked over at his master like nothing was happening. "Nope, Pig needed it today!"
Zim raised a brow, then looked up at Dib.
"We... there's probably some in my dad's lab but I don't think... well... you shouldn't let GIR down there..." Dib's sentence was interrupted with sharp breaths for air.
Zim didn't really want to get Dib in trouble at the moment, so he crawled down from the bed and reluctantly pulled up his pants. "In the basement?"
Dib nodded his head in Zim's direction. "Yeah... try the cabinet drawers... he... there should be some in there..."
Zim walked past GIR, who waved at his master's bootless foot. "BYE-BYE LEG!"
"GIR, I'll be right back. Don't you DARE touch Dib."
GIR looked at the body that helplessly lay on the bed. "Aww, Pig is gonna miss me..."
Zim kicked his robot upside the head. "I'm serious GIR. Don't. Touch."
GIR looked up at his master and nodded vacantly.
"Good." With that, Zim walked out the door and made his way down the hall. But before he could get down the stairs, he heard a voice call after him.
"Zim? What are YOU doing here?"
Zim froze. He turned around slowly so that his eyes could confirm who he thought was standing there.
Gaz crossed her arms and glared at the green boy standing before her. "Well?"
*Snickers* What's Zim gonna do?!
Say that he's finally caught her brother and is going to bring him back to his base...
Say that it's none of her business and act just as cocky and mysterious as her...
Make a run for it and climb up through Dib's window from outside once he's sure Gaz isn't around...
Choose wisely! Either way, Zim and Dib are gonna be able to finish what they started!
This fic is taking me longer and longer to write with each chapter... would you believe that it took me about 7 hours to finish this? Just this one chapter! It's mostly because I'm constantly distracted with food, drinks, potty breaks, music, TV... things like that. But damn, it's still a long time! Ya know what though? I love every minute of it! I'm on independent study so I have plenty of time to just sit here and let my imagination run wild!
... That sounds so cliché, huh.
Cliché, but true!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
Some are questioning about the whole gravy thing and, now that I think of it, it IS kinda weird... so I'll explain to you how the gravy came to be. I always hear about whipped cream and hot fudge and cherries being used for sexual stimulation, and me, being an individual and all, decided to think up of other things that I could use. I thought of Ed and how he bathes in gravy, then thought about how much I love mashed 'tatos, and the idea of using that for sexual purposes really... well... turned me on! *Blushes, feeling stupid and disturbed* So that's why I'm making this story involve gravy instead of the usual ice cream sundae. Sorry if it disappoints or disgusts, but don't worry, the gravy won't be a crucial factor in the story just yet!
I know GIR sounds repetitive, but he's supposed to, it's not a mistake!
Thank you so much for the good reviews! I'm very happy with this story and the fact that you all seem to be as well! I used Kimi the Kenlei's idea for the red fuzzy handcuffs! Wee! Thanks Kimi!
DibsLyn: Patience is a virtue, my friend! The lemon (s?) is/are coming! ... Whoa, wait, did you just say I have POWER?! *Snickers evilly* I LIKE the sounds of that... *L* Thanks!
Invader Jet: WHOODI HOO! I made a fan! Wow, that's awesome! Thanks =]
Rogue: *LOL* Feel free to use that line! Glad you found it funny!
And now... onward!
GIR laughed and put down the Bible. "Malachi gave me an idea!"
Zim gave his little robot a weird look. "Who?"
GIR opened his metal head and pulled out two pairs of red fuzzy handcuffs.
Zim's jaw dropped. "GIR... why do you have those with you...?"
Dib raised an eyebrow. "A PROPHET gave you the idea for HANDCUFFS?!"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib looked down at the handcuffs, then considered the situation at hand. It finally registered with him. He turned bright red and glanced warily at Zim, who looked as if he was actually considering the idea. Dib's eyes grew wide and he shook his head slowly. The sensation of having absolutely no control over someone else's sexual actions frightened him to the point of tears. He didn't think he'd be able to contain himself. Gaz would hear him for sure.
But Zim had made up his mind. Giving Dib a quick, barely noticeable wink, he scooted off the couch and walked over to GIR near the door. He took both of the furry scarlet handcuffs from GIR and thanked him nonchalantly. "You actually did something right for once, GIR. Good job."
GIR jumped up and wrapped his arms around his master's neck. Zim yelped and tried to push his companion off, not wanting to fall victim to one of his hugs. But that wasn't GIR's intent. He leaned up and whispered something near his master's antenna.
Zim's eyes widened. He looked at GIR doubtfully. "Humans actually... DO that?"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
The confused Irken pulled GIR off his shoulder and held him out far before dropping him with a clang. "It sounds disgusting to me... FOOD, of all things... but... okay..." Zim turned and disappeared into Dib's kitchen.
Dib peeked over the couch and gawked at GIR. "What did you tell him to use?!"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib shrank back into the couch, biting his bottom lip nervously. GIR climbed up the backside of the sofa and rested his chin on the top. "Aww, don't worry, master's good at this!"
Dib stifled a laugh and stared up at GIR, wondering if he knew what he was talking about. "Oh?"
"... What?" GIR cocked his head to one side.
Dib narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "How does Zim put up with you everyday?"
GIR stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry in response. Dib rolled his eyes and crossed his arms gingerly, careful of the vulnerable scrapes that hadn't had much time to heal.
Zim looked in the refrigerator and pawed through its contents, murmuring the name of each thing he came across under his breath. "Peaches... Redi Whip... tapioca pudding... Trix yogurt... gravy......... gravy? Hmm..." He pulled the Tupperware container out of the icebox and popped it into the microwave. After a little less than a minute of radiating re-heatable magic (oooh... aaah...) the gravy bubbled slightly. Zim took the plastic container out of the microwave and winced from the smell. "Filthy poultry and beef topping..."
GIR pulled Dib's shirt over his head and watched as the gray face of apathy folded and wrinkled in front of him, due to his lack of height and width. He giggled. "MINE!"
Dib, who had surveyed GIR silently to try and keep his mind off what he knew was going to happen, finally leaned forward and held out his hand in objection. "Hey, no, that's mine! You can't -"
Dib felt his glasses being removed from his face. Before he could react, everything went blurry. "Gah! No, I -" Then everything went dark. Dib gasped softly and felt a knot being tied behind his head.
Zim shook with anticipation and slid his pointy tongue behind Dib's ear, tightening the blindfold he made from his shirt. He walked around to the front of the couch and cradled Dib in his arms, lifted him up and carried him upstairs. Dib held his breath, not sure of what he should say, or rather, if he should say anything at all. It reminded him of when he would pretend to be asleep downstairs just so his mother would carry him up to his room. He liked to hear her mumble things like "Wow, you're gettin' heavy" and "Ack, almost clipped your head there". Dib smiled softly and snuggled up against the warmth of the body close to him, momentarily forgetting about the two handcuffs that hung loosely at Zim's side or the container of gravy that GIR clumsily carried behind.
Zim backed into Dib's room, pushing the half-closed door open with his rear. GIR stumbled on Dib's shirt and nearly dropped the gravy. Zim growled angrily at his sidekick, fearing that he would ruin everything. "Be careful, GIR." He walked to Dib's bed and laid him out on top, then hurried over to GIR, who was still at the doorway struggling with the Tupperware.
Dib opened his eyes against the fabric of Zim's shirt and tried to see through it. Dark pink enveloped his vision and stung his eyes with fuzz. He closed his eyes and hugged himself, feeling the chilly night air that blew from his open window against his bumpy flesh.
Zim placed the container of warm gravy on the nightstand and put the handcuffs beside it. He looked over at Dib's vampire-like pose on the bed and eyed the window. He reached up and closed it with little effort, wondering why the cold didn't seem to effect him as much as it did his enemy.
... Enemy? Zim wondered if he could even consider Dib his enemy now. If not, then what would he call him? Friend? Lover? Trick?
WAS he just doing this for fun? Was this just a game to him? Did the separation of himself from his race make him desperate for emotional and sexual stimulation?
Or did it run deeper than that? Did the Irken really have feelings for Dib?
Zim bit his lip and tried to push his thoughts aside. He wasn't going to let anything get between him and Dib this time. All he knew was that he wanted Dib in more ways than one, and according to him, that's all he needed to know right then.
Zim climbed up the little ladder-like structure at the foot of Dib's bed and crawled over his body. When he got to the point where he was looking down at Dib's blindfolded face, he leaned down and pried Dib's lips apart with his slick tongue. Dib opened his mouth and warmly invited him inside. He slid his tongue against and around Zim's, lapping at the inside of his mouth hungrily.
Zim pulled away, almost abruptly. He saw the frown on Dib's moist lips and licked them teasingly. Dib reached up and rested his arms around Zim's shoulders, pulling him back down. He leaned up and pressed his lips to Zim's again, nipping and licking at his tongue.
Zim didn't respond right away, having to give his mouth a chance to recover from the slight surprise at Dib's confidence. He then mimicked Dib's movements with his own, sharing his enthusiasm.
Dib involuntarily wrapped his leg up and around Zim's. He moaned and tried to pull Zim's whole body down against his, desiring his touch, wanting his scent to completely surround him. But Zim resisted and pushed away, standing falteringly on his knees. He had something else in mind.
Dib heard his belt buckle jingle and felt his pants loosen around his waist. Every muscle in his body tightened on impulse. He desperately searched for something to say, something to do... something to stop Zim, but found that his mind and limbs were frozen with anxiety. He felt his pants and boxers being dragged down his thighs. Dib gasped, not sure if it was from the coldness of the air or the feeling of his genitals being exposed.
Zim stared at Dib's hardening manhood (childhood? Heh heh) and resisted the urge to just take him right then and there. He wanted to tease. Zim tugged Dib's leather boots off and tossed them to the floor, then did the same with his pants. He glanced at Dib's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle decorated boxers before discarding them as well.
GIR watched from the doorway, but his poor attention span was causing his eyes to wander. Soon his interest was completely diverted from Zim and Dib. He busily played with the doorstop that screwed into the wall, amused by the loud sproingy noise it made.
Zim looked at Dib's naked body before him and felt himself become aroused. He sat between Dib's knees and pulled off his own boots, then did the same with his pants. He tossed them to the floor and ran the tips of his claws up and down Dib's thighs.
Dib hissed through his teeth and sat up. "Zim..."
Zim pressed a claw to his lips, silencing him. "Quiet."
Dib opened his mouth and sucked on Zim's finger as if he were apologizing for trying to make conversation. Zim smoothed his thumb over the side of Dib's mouth and used his free hand to push him back down against the mattress. He crawled over Dib and sat down on his chest, feeling it move up and down unsteadily with his breathing. Zim reached for one of the fuzzy red handcuffs on the table beside Dib's bed.
Dib felt Zim pull his claw away from his mouth and licked the salt that it left off his lips.
Zim closed one cuff around the bedpost, then yanked Dib's hand above his head and closed the other around his skinny wrist. He did the same with the opposite bedpost and Dib's other hand.
Dib felt the soft fuzz around his wrist and tried to pull his hands back to his body. He whimpered and started to kick a bit. "Zim, Zim, no, please, don't, I can't handle it, please, Gaz will hear, she'll hear Zim, she will..."
Zim stared down at the pale body that writhed below his, intrigued by Dib's reaction. He never knew that a human's nervous system could be so sensitive. Trying to comfort Dib, he rubbed his knuckles against his cheek. "Shh... I'm not going to hurt you, Dib..."
Hearing Zim's soft voice in the darkness, Dib stopped begging and ceased his attempts to break free. "Zim... Gaz will hear though..."
Zim leaned down and kissed Dib's nose softly. "She won't if there's nothing FOR her to hear."
"But Zim, I don't think I could..." He trailed off.
Zim smiled a bit. "Just try..." He sat up and scooted down so that he was squatting over Dib's knees, then laid between them on his belly. He trailed his claw over Dib's erect shaft while cupping his chin in his other hand.
Dib bit his lip and lifted his knees involuntarily with Zim's slight touch. Zim eyed the legs that rose beside his face, then looked under them at his robot, who was still playing with the doorstop. "GIR, you wouldn't happen to have any rope, now, would you?"
GIR looked over at his master like nothing was happening. "Nope, Pig needed it today!"
Zim raised a brow, then looked up at Dib.
"We... there's probably some in my dad's lab but I don't think... well... you shouldn't let GIR down there..." Dib's sentence was interrupted with sharp breaths for air.
Zim didn't really want to get Dib in trouble at the moment, so he crawled down from the bed and reluctantly pulled up his pants. "In the basement?"
Dib nodded his head in Zim's direction. "Yeah... try the cabinet drawers... he... there should be some in there..."
Zim walked past GIR, who waved at his master's bootless foot. "BYE-BYE LEG!"
"GIR, I'll be right back. Don't you DARE touch Dib."
GIR looked at the body that helplessly lay on the bed. "Aww, Pig is gonna miss me..."
Zim kicked his robot upside the head. "I'm serious GIR. Don't. Touch."
GIR looked up at his master and nodded vacantly.
"Good." With that, Zim walked out the door and made his way down the hall. But before he could get down the stairs, he heard a voice call after him.
"Zim? What are YOU doing here?"
Zim froze. He turned around slowly so that his eyes could confirm who he thought was standing there.
Gaz crossed her arms and glared at the green boy standing before her. "Well?"
*Snickers* What's Zim gonna do?!
Say that he's finally caught her brother and is going to bring him back to his base...
Say that it's none of her business and act just as cocky and mysterious as her...
Make a run for it and climb up through Dib's window from outside once he's sure Gaz isn't around...
Choose wisely! Either way, Zim and Dib are gonna be able to finish what they started!
This fic is taking me longer and longer to write with each chapter... would you believe that it took me about 7 hours to finish this? Just this one chapter! It's mostly because I'm constantly distracted with food, drinks, potty breaks, music, TV... things like that. But damn, it's still a long time! Ya know what though? I love every minute of it! I'm on independent study so I have plenty of time to just sit here and let my imagination run wild!
... That sounds so cliché, huh.
Cliché, but true!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY