GREAT. A painfully long chapter. How I hate painfully long chapters. I
can only hope that you don't share my loathing for... painfully long
chapters *Dum dum dummm*
Anyways, this chapter was so much fun to write that I just couldn't stop. Toward the 10th page (according to Microsoft Word '=\ ), I ended it really quick, which sucks, but I didn't want to ruin anything for the next chapter. I think Zim fell out of character big time in this chapter, mostly because he gets all playful and sweet here. But I did my best to make him APPEAR in character, despite the situation. Oh yeah, and prepare yourselves for another lemon *L*
Bugsygurl: *LOL* Glad you liked the whole "clam" thing! *L*
Dib's Stalker: I've been trying to draw fanart to go along with this fic but I can't get the shape of Dib's head right! *Slams head on desk many times* GIR is a bowl of gravy and Zim isn't too hard but Dib... CURSE YOU DIB! Ahh oh well, I'll get it done somehow. And if YOU could draw a li'l somethin' fer moi, that would awesome! Just don't feel like you're obligated to, 'cuz whenever someone makes me feel like I have to draw something, it turns out like spoot! Thank you for offering, I think it would turn out cute! =P
Invader Niz: Sure, go for it! Spread the cheesy in-depthness of my profile! Whee!
Bonnie: Awww thanks!!! =D
DV: Your terrible skills in writing reviews have been excused. You may proceed =P
Jessie (Attempting2Beatbox): *LOL* Yeah, you should yell that at your crush! It's fun as Canada! And kudos to you for being my... 129th reviewer *LOL* *Gives you an answering machine* =D
Kichara: You printed it out and everything?! Aww wow, thank you so damn much! =D HEY, EVERYONE, GO READ KICHARA'S ZIM/DIB FIC, IT'S REALLY GOOD! Told ya I'd tell them to read it *L* *Huggles you back* Thanks for the spork =]
... Dude, I easily made this 11 pages just by adding those replies |=\ Heh, oh well! Thank you all my other reviewers! *Hands out trash bag twist-ties*
The green transparent gelatin jiggled under Dib's fingertips. He uttered a revolted cry and began to pull away, but found that his hand was being firmly held in place by Zim's left claw. Dib struggled to free his wrist from Zim's grasp, but Zim grunted and forced Dib's hand into the Jell-O mold, determined to gain the human's trust. Dib gasped as his hand and most of his arm was immersed in the cool jelly and prepared to protest, but the sensation wasn't as disgusting as he feared it would be. He sat down on the edge of the tub in front of Zim and stared into the calming gelatin in awe.
Zim felt Dib's jittery hand cease its constant shaking and let go of his wrist. He smiled smugly, pulled off his jellied glove and threw it down near its mate on the bathroom floor. "I told you..."
Dib smirked and pulled his hand out of the substance quickly, causing it to make a plopping sound. He laughed a bit and brushed off the sticky droplets that clung to his arm. "That was... weird..."
Zim stood up awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, um, there you are, earth-monkey. I'm gonna go change my pants and clean up the mess in my room."
"No! Zim, I want you to..." His objection started off eager, but it trailed off sheepishly as Dib realized what he was requesting.
Zim's face brightened. He was hoping that the Dib-worm would stop him from leaving. Zim's internal celebration didn't last very long though; now he faced the uneasiness of the setting and painstakingly wondered how to go about it. It seemed like every encounter with Dib gradually became more and more embarrassing, yet more and more manageable at the same time. His face turning light pink, Zim silently commanded his utility pack to detach from his back and float safely to the floor. Then he pulled his shirt up over his head and began to undo his pants.
Dib timidly reached up and brushed Zim's claws away. Without a word, he unbuttoned Zim's pants and tugged them down past the slight curves of his hips impatiently, ignoring the strange fact that Zim didn't wear undergarments. All the while, Zim stared down at Dib longingly.
After letting the pants fall to the floor, Dib pulled Zim close and planted tiny kisses all over his lower belly. Zim smoothed his fingertips through Dib's whip-creamy hair and sighed softly, stepping out of his pants and boots. There was just something about that boy's touch...
Dib glanced down and saw that Zim was becoming aroused, looking past the slight differences in anatomy. He slid his once again jittery hands up Zim's sides and looked up at him almost pleadingly.
The air got caught in Zim's throat when he saw Dib staring up at him like that. He started to feel something he never felt before. Zim swallowed hard and tried to look away, but his eyes seemed locked onto Dib's innocent honey gaze. Breathing somewhat irregularly now, Zim swallowed again and ran his claw over Dib's Redi Whip covered cheek, paying no attention to how warm it was. "What... what do you want from me..."
Dib's eyes fell, staring at the soft green skin in front of him. "Food..."
"Eh?" Zim tilted his head to one side.
Dib looked up again, almost smiling. "I'm starving... I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."
"Oh." Zim quirked an amused brow at how Dib thought about eating at a time like this. "Alright... why don't you undress and get in the tub while I go and prepare you something to eat?"
Dib nodded gratefully.
Zim quickly wrapped a nearby towel around his waist and left the room.
Dib gingerly took off his sticky shirt and dared to look down. His body was smeared with patches off brown and a hint of white. Dib stuck his tongue out and bit down on it, clearly shaken. He dipped his finger in the crusty brown substance and sniffed it warily.
"... Gravy?" Dib laughed to himself. "He used the idea from my fantasy..."
Zim stepped out of the trash bin and looked around for his assistant. "GIR? Come to the kitchen."
GIR flew into the room, bundled up in Dib's "dress" again. A long rope was tied around his small metallic body and his poor pig was stuck underneath, pressed against GIR's side. The robot's eyes flared red and he gave his master a salute. "YES SIR!"
Zim raised a brow. "GIR, do we have any... HUMAN food in the house at this very moment?"
The defunct SIR's eyes faded back to turquoise. "Why duntcha give him some... ALIEN food?"
Zim grumbled shortly. "Because there's only so much... "alien" nutrients left, and once I run out, I'm stuck devouring the poorly-made foodstuffs this planet has to offer." Zim twitched as a demonstration of how horrible that would be.
GIR smiled blankly, then looked away and elbowed the pig. "He has a boyfriend now!"
The pig looked up at GIR helplessly and oinked his reply.
Zim growled. "GIR, just order Dib some food you think he would enjoy. There's some money on the shelf by the TV. When the meal gets here, bring it down to the cleansing room, okay?"
GIR looked as if he were deep in thought. After a few moments of painful pondering, he smiled triumphantly and said, "You're not fully clean unless you're Zestfully clean!"
Zim fell to his knees and pressed his hands together desperately. "PLEASE don't screw this up, GIR!"
"Aww." GIR pet his master sympathetically. "You reeeaaally like the Dib- human, huh?"
Zim blinked. "If I said yes, would you try extra hard on the mission I just gave you?"
GIR nodded sincerely.
Zim smiled tearfully. "... YES!"
"YAY!"
Zim stood up and adjusted the towel wrapped around him as if the conversation never happened. He climbed back into the trash bin and eyed his comrade before going down. "I'm counting on you GIR."
GIR looked himself over. "Counting what on me?"
Dib eased his naked body into the tub, the cold slimy jelly shocking his heated flesh. He yelped quietly and started to pull himself out of the substance, but it seemed to hold him in. It didn't take long for his skin to appreciate the cool liquidy-solid (or solidy-liquid), though, and soon Dib found himself relaxing in the tub, closing his eyes and laying his head back.
Zim walked into the room quietly and gazed at the human expectantly. When he received no recognition from Dib, he snickered inwardly and tiptoed over to the tub. Without warning, Zim scooped up some of the gelatin and threw it at Dib's head. It splattered all over his face and neck, causing the whip cream that occupied those places to instantly disintegrate. Dib cried out in surprise and sat up immediately, wiping away the remainders of the Redi Whip and jelly from his face and glasses. Zim laughed friskily and let his towel drop to his feet. Within seconds, he was in the tub, sitting on Dib's lap, wrapping his legs around Dib's belly. "GIR's ordering you something to eat right now, it shouldn't take too long."
Dib blushed and looked down. "Thank you..."
Zim noticed that there was still some whip cream around Dib's temples and ears. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and let his long tongue slide against Dib's skin, licking up the Redi Whip. It was then when Zim realized just how feverish Dib was. He leaned back and gave Dib a concerned frown. "Are you sure that what you are feeling is merely what you label a 'cold'?"
Dib shrugged. Although he did know quiet a bit in the medical field of science, he wasn't very good at self-diagnosis.
Zim smacked his lips together, trying to get rid of the taste the whip cream left in his mouth. "Are you going to be okay?"
Dib nodded. "This... bath, I guess you could call it, should make me feel better, or at least make the fever go away. Don't worry about it."
Zim blushed and looked down. "... You know, you really... scared me last night, retched human-stink..."
Dib stared at Zim in disbelief, then looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry..."
"No. Don't be sorry. I just wanted to let you know that... because I..." Zim cringed. Dignity obliged and stood out of his way. "... Because I care about you, and I hated to see you... like that..."
Dib bit his bottom lip and shifted uncomfortably, but it didn't look as though Zim was going to let him get out of this one.
"Dib... why? Why last night? And why this?" Zim reached down and pulled one of Dib's mangled arms to the surface.
Dib shrugged nervously, his face puckered with unknown emotion.
Zim's eyes narrowed, but not with anger. He was just trying to understand. "Please tell me, Dib..."
Dib swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke waveringly. "I'd tell you if I knew, but I honestly don't..."
Zim saw how troubled Dib was because of his prodding questions and regretted ever bringing it up. He slid his claws over Dib's heaving chest, assisting the cleansing jelly with its job and calming the human at the same time. Dib pulled Zim closer and wrapped his arms around the Irken tightly. He leaned forward and rested his chin on Zim's shoulder, which was still dark green from Dib's clinging and clawing last night. He sighed and closed his eyes, fearing that he'd start crying if he let his surroundings enter his mind through sight. "Thank you..."
Zim looked down at his tiny green toes that adhered to Dib's back, which also appeared green in the lime gelatin. "For what?" He asked nonchalantly, but he already knew the answer.
Dib's fingers trailed up and down Zim's spine very slowly and softly as he tenderly nibbled and sucked on Zim's bony shoulder affectionately. Zim shuddered and arched his back every time Dib's short nails reached a certain point along his spine. Dib felt Zim tremble with ecstasy and pulled away to observe his face. Zim smiled weakly and brushed his lips across Dib's. "You know, you're... you're very talented with your fingers..."
Dib blushed and started to reject Zim's compliment modestly, but the alien didn't give him the chance. Zim pushed his lips against Dib's and kissed him passionately, keeping his eyes open. Dib tried to do the same thing, but his diffidence prevented it, so his eyes remained shut.
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened and GIR trotted in joyfully, carrying a box of pizza on his head. He saw his master and the Dib-human kissing and couldn't help but to express his rapture in the best way he knows... "AWW!!!"
Zim yelped and broke the kiss, turning around to face the robot angrily. "GIR!"
Dib licked his lips from the kiss, but also had the pizza in mind. "Cheese, I didn't even hear him come in..."
Zim motioned GIR to approach the bathtub, preparing his weak stomach against the horrific cheesy stench. 'He just HAD to order pizza...'
GIR's chipper face fell. He whimpered sadly, but obeyed his master, and walked over to the side of the tub. Zim leaned over and lifted the pizza box off of GIR's head. Immediately, the little robot started balling. "MY HAT..."
Zim snarled and held the box out of GIR's reach, which wasn't very hard to do. "GIR, I told you this was for the DIB's eating pleasure, not yours! So get your own, you sniveling... uh, spoot THING!"
Dib looked down at the sniveling spoot thing sadly. "... Zim, we should at least give him a piece... for... a job well done. Erm something."
Zim sighed with obvious disheartenment. "Gah, okay." He opened the box and reached inside irresolutely. With a discontented gag, he pulled a piece of pizza away from the pie and threw it down on GIR's head. "There. Are you satisfied now, GIR?"
GIR stopped crying and reached up, patting the greasy cheese critically. "But this isn't my haaat..."
Zim looked like he was about to yell, but Dib stopped him and smiled warily, expressing fake enthusiasm. "But that hat looks prettier, GIR!"
Zim's minion smiled brilliantly. "I'M PRETTY?!" He danced around the room a little bit, then bounded out the door, singing to every boy-band song he could think of.
Zim raised a brow questioningly and Dib just shrugged. "I've got a younger sister, what more can I say?"
This caused more confusion. "Gaz? You use techniques like that on Gaz? And she... obeys?"
"Well, when we were little, yeah." Dib briefly thought about how he had to reassure Gaz when she woke up one morning and found that her mother wasn't there.
"Ahh... ah... MOMMY!"
Gaz wailed and shook the bars of her crib. Dib ran into the room and tried to quiet her by tickling her feet which wouldn't stop kicking between the bars. "Gaz, Mommy is gone."
Instead of crying louder, Gaz ceased her kicking and screaming and stared at her older brother innocently. "Gone?"
Dib nodded softly. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before, still in shock of all that happened. He called 911; the ambulance came and took his mom away. Somehow Prof. Membrane got the news and came home at around three in the morning to find his son sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. That's when Dib found out that his mother didn't make it. But his father was actually very comforting at that point. He sat down, took off his goggles and pulled Dib into his lap. That's when Dib remembered crying. Crying so hard that it smelled like blood. Prof. Membrane wrapped his arms around Dib and cradled him gently. "Hush hush now son, try to get some sleep. Your mother wouldn't want you to cry like this... aww, see what you did? Now you've got a nose bleed... it's okay son, here's some tissue..."
Tears sprang to Dib's eyes. His sister reached forward and bopped his nose insistently. "Gone?"
"Yup. She... she's up there now. In Heaven." Dib pointed up toward the ceiling.
Gaz titled her head back to see. "Where?"
"In the clouds. With her Dad. And she's making ice cream sundaes for when she sees us again." Dib gave his sibling a fake smile.
Gaz grinned. "When will I get ice cream?"
Dib gazed at his little sister. The only real family he had left. "Hopefully not soon..."
Zim waved a bite-sized bit of pizza in front of Dib's face. "Dib? Dib, do you not desire the pizza?"
Dib snapped out of it and stared at the sight before him, momentarily forgetting where he was. "Huh? Wait, can you rephrase the question? Questions like that confuse me."
Zim lowered his arm. "Don't you want pizza? You said earlier that you were hungry, but now y -"
"Oh! Yeah, I want pizza!" Dib stared down at the small piece in Zim's hand hungrily.
"Well, then, open wide!" Zim lifted his hand again and dangled the pizza a few inches away from Dib's mouth. "How did you expect to receive the taste of... PETE-zah without opening your mouth? Huh? Huh? ... Huh?"
Dib opened his mouth wide but kept trying to speak. "Thowway, I wath juth thanking about thomethang -"
Zim laughed. "Hold still, you peculiar creature!"
Dib's open mouth curled into a smile. Grinning, Zim shook his head and placed the cheesy bit into Dib's mouth. "Stupid human... ACK, HEY!"
Dib had bit down on Zim's claw playfully. He let go and laughed, chewing on the piece of pizza. "That's what you get for calling me a stupid human, space-boy."
Zim whimpered and pet his claw soothingly, then crossed his arms and gently kicked himself out of Dib's lap, trying to appear mad. "Feed your own homo- sapien-self."
Dib pouted and crawled over to Zim. "No! I want you to feed me!"
Zim snickered and shook his head.
"Oh FINE then. Be that way." Dib reached over, grabbed the box of pizza that was balancing on the corner of the tub, and moved away as far as possible from Zim.
Zim glared over at Dib, a hint of a smile in his lavender eyes. He didn't think the human would have given up that easily...
Dib opened the box of pizza in front of him and pulled out a large piece. But before he could let the pizza into his mouth, he felt something creep up his legs. He paused and peeked over the cardboard pizza box. "Zim?"
Zim opened his eyes against the jelly and focused on his target. With a sly smile he pulled himself closer to Dib's member.
Dib saw Zim's wig floating (or sitting) at the other end of the tub. He looked down, expecting to see Zim there, but not expecting the feeling that came over him just then. "... ZIM!"
Zim felt Dib's cock grow in his mouth and teased it with his long tongue. Upon hearing his name being called with such vigor, he pulled up out of the gelatin instead of going further. Dib's eyes were wide with excitement and surprise.
Zim leaned to the side and spit out the green cleansing jelly that had managed to slip past his lips. Dib laughed. It looked wrong.
Zim resumed his original position on Dib's lap and took the pizza away from his hand. He held the pizza up to Dib's mouth silently and smiled when Dib leaned forward and took a bite. Zim let his free hand slide down into the bathing gelatin secretively.
Dib licked the grease from his lips and leaned forward for another bite of the cheesy goodness, but stopped abruptly when he felt Zim's claw tighten around his erect shaft. Zim smiled seductively, began to stroke Dib's cock, and urged him to continue eating the pizza. Dib did so slowly, hissing every once in a while and biting down a little too hard at times. He moaned and grit his teeth together, leaning back against the end of the tub and dropping the pizza box on the outside.
Zim dropped the half-eaten pizza on top of the box and plunged into the jelly-like substance. Dib moaned and dug his nails into the ivory of the tub as the rubbing of his member ceased, only to be replaced by the warm caress of Zim's mouth. Zim began pumping in and out, up and down, his lips pressed tightly around Dib's sensitive shaft. Dib's toes curled involuntarily with pleasure and he reached down into the mold, running his fingertips along Zim's antennae as if repaying him for the sexual deed.
Zim's eyes grew wide and he trembled violently, but struggled to keep his rhythm. He dug his claws into Dib's sides and continued sucking.
Dib yelped, the pain of Zim's claws against his skin only adding to the pleasure. He started tugging on Zim's antennae in sync with the pumping, moaning Zim's name fervently.
Zim's eyes started to water and his rhythm slowed dramatically. His delicate feelers couldn't take that sort of abuse.
Dib cringed and pulled on Zim's antennae harder. "Zim, keep going..."
Zim whimpered inwardly and proceeded to go faster at a gradual rate, sliding his slick tongue around Dib's throbbing member. He felt Dib's thighs shudder below him and noticed his stomach muscles contracting. Zim reached over his head and pulled Dib's hands away from his antennae, letting the human grasp his claws instead. Dib squeezed them responsively and uttered short, blissful sighs. "Zim... I'm almost there... oh Zim..."
The Irken twisted his long multitalented tongue around Dib's shaft and made each thrust faster, harder and tighter. Dib let out a suppressed scream and leaned forward as he came inside of Zim's mouth.
Zim's first reaction was to pull away in disgust, but as he felt the warm liquid flow into his mouth he figured it wasn't that bad after all. He swallowed and surfaced, gasping for air.
Dib stared at Zim incredulously. "You held your breath the whole time? ... Am I really that easy?"
Zim laughed and shook his head. "No, my race can hold their breath for as long as 15 minutes."
"15?" Dib smiled proudly.
Zim laughed again, this time more gently. "Don't flatter yourself, worm- baby, I was only under there for 6."
Dib frowned. "That's all?"
Zim nodded, trying not to laugh some more.
"You're lying!" Dib snarled angrily, but couldn't help but to find it funny as well.
Zim hurried to reassure him. "But that's not counting the time I was above the cleansing jelly!"
Dib looked hopeful. "How long was that?"
Zim thought for a moment. "About... 2 minutes..."
Dib's face fell and Zim snickered some more, trying not to be rude about it. But Dib sneered. "Oh yeah? Well, I bet I can get you off a lot faster than 8 minutes!"
Zim stopped laughing and rose a brow. "Is that a challenge?"
Dib licked his lips. "Maybe..."
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened and GIR ran into the room eagerly. Dib looked down at the SIR unit accusingly and Zim rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with his companion's behavior. "GIR, what do you want?"
"Somebody wants to seeeee you!"
*LOL* Poor Dib... who wants to see Zim? Huh? HUH?
Gaz! She came over with her camera, scared the lawn gnomes (she can do that cuz, well, she's Gaz) and knocked on the door to try and get proof that her brother and Zim are being naughty! And if this happens, SHOULD she catch 'em?
The Tallests! They're sending in a transmission preparing to tell Zim that the whole mission was just a joke (yes, I know it's cliché but a couple of you wanted this and it would fit so well with the story).
... Damn, I can't think of any other reasonable choices! Oh well, just pick one! I'm pretty sure I'll get the next chapter up soon, but I'm behind in schoolwork (so what else is crackalackin'?). I can't promise much! But I'll do the best I can, and I hope you liked this. painfully long chapter *Dum dum dummm*
Hey, who keeps doing that?
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
Anyways, this chapter was so much fun to write that I just couldn't stop. Toward the 10th page (according to Microsoft Word '=\ ), I ended it really quick, which sucks, but I didn't want to ruin anything for the next chapter. I think Zim fell out of character big time in this chapter, mostly because he gets all playful and sweet here. But I did my best to make him APPEAR in character, despite the situation. Oh yeah, and prepare yourselves for another lemon *L*
Bugsygurl: *LOL* Glad you liked the whole "clam" thing! *L*
Dib's Stalker: I've been trying to draw fanart to go along with this fic but I can't get the shape of Dib's head right! *Slams head on desk many times* GIR is a bowl of gravy and Zim isn't too hard but Dib... CURSE YOU DIB! Ahh oh well, I'll get it done somehow. And if YOU could draw a li'l somethin' fer moi, that would awesome! Just don't feel like you're obligated to, 'cuz whenever someone makes me feel like I have to draw something, it turns out like spoot! Thank you for offering, I think it would turn out cute! =P
Invader Niz: Sure, go for it! Spread the cheesy in-depthness of my profile! Whee!
Bonnie: Awww thanks!!! =D
DV: Your terrible skills in writing reviews have been excused. You may proceed =P
Jessie (Attempting2Beatbox): *LOL* Yeah, you should yell that at your crush! It's fun as Canada! And kudos to you for being my... 129th reviewer *LOL* *Gives you an answering machine* =D
Kichara: You printed it out and everything?! Aww wow, thank you so damn much! =D HEY, EVERYONE, GO READ KICHARA'S ZIM/DIB FIC, IT'S REALLY GOOD! Told ya I'd tell them to read it *L* *Huggles you back* Thanks for the spork =]
... Dude, I easily made this 11 pages just by adding those replies |=\ Heh, oh well! Thank you all my other reviewers! *Hands out trash bag twist-ties*
The green transparent gelatin jiggled under Dib's fingertips. He uttered a revolted cry and began to pull away, but found that his hand was being firmly held in place by Zim's left claw. Dib struggled to free his wrist from Zim's grasp, but Zim grunted and forced Dib's hand into the Jell-O mold, determined to gain the human's trust. Dib gasped as his hand and most of his arm was immersed in the cool jelly and prepared to protest, but the sensation wasn't as disgusting as he feared it would be. He sat down on the edge of the tub in front of Zim and stared into the calming gelatin in awe.
Zim felt Dib's jittery hand cease its constant shaking and let go of his wrist. He smiled smugly, pulled off his jellied glove and threw it down near its mate on the bathroom floor. "I told you..."
Dib smirked and pulled his hand out of the substance quickly, causing it to make a plopping sound. He laughed a bit and brushed off the sticky droplets that clung to his arm. "That was... weird..."
Zim stood up awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, um, there you are, earth-monkey. I'm gonna go change my pants and clean up the mess in my room."
"No! Zim, I want you to..." His objection started off eager, but it trailed off sheepishly as Dib realized what he was requesting.
Zim's face brightened. He was hoping that the Dib-worm would stop him from leaving. Zim's internal celebration didn't last very long though; now he faced the uneasiness of the setting and painstakingly wondered how to go about it. It seemed like every encounter with Dib gradually became more and more embarrassing, yet more and more manageable at the same time. His face turning light pink, Zim silently commanded his utility pack to detach from his back and float safely to the floor. Then he pulled his shirt up over his head and began to undo his pants.
Dib timidly reached up and brushed Zim's claws away. Without a word, he unbuttoned Zim's pants and tugged them down past the slight curves of his hips impatiently, ignoring the strange fact that Zim didn't wear undergarments. All the while, Zim stared down at Dib longingly.
After letting the pants fall to the floor, Dib pulled Zim close and planted tiny kisses all over his lower belly. Zim smoothed his fingertips through Dib's whip-creamy hair and sighed softly, stepping out of his pants and boots. There was just something about that boy's touch...
Dib glanced down and saw that Zim was becoming aroused, looking past the slight differences in anatomy. He slid his once again jittery hands up Zim's sides and looked up at him almost pleadingly.
The air got caught in Zim's throat when he saw Dib staring up at him like that. He started to feel something he never felt before. Zim swallowed hard and tried to look away, but his eyes seemed locked onto Dib's innocent honey gaze. Breathing somewhat irregularly now, Zim swallowed again and ran his claw over Dib's Redi Whip covered cheek, paying no attention to how warm it was. "What... what do you want from me..."
Dib's eyes fell, staring at the soft green skin in front of him. "Food..."
"Eh?" Zim tilted his head to one side.
Dib looked up again, almost smiling. "I'm starving... I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."
"Oh." Zim quirked an amused brow at how Dib thought about eating at a time like this. "Alright... why don't you undress and get in the tub while I go and prepare you something to eat?"
Dib nodded gratefully.
Zim quickly wrapped a nearby towel around his waist and left the room.
Dib gingerly took off his sticky shirt and dared to look down. His body was smeared with patches off brown and a hint of white. Dib stuck his tongue out and bit down on it, clearly shaken. He dipped his finger in the crusty brown substance and sniffed it warily.
"... Gravy?" Dib laughed to himself. "He used the idea from my fantasy..."
Zim stepped out of the trash bin and looked around for his assistant. "GIR? Come to the kitchen."
GIR flew into the room, bundled up in Dib's "dress" again. A long rope was tied around his small metallic body and his poor pig was stuck underneath, pressed against GIR's side. The robot's eyes flared red and he gave his master a salute. "YES SIR!"
Zim raised a brow. "GIR, do we have any... HUMAN food in the house at this very moment?"
The defunct SIR's eyes faded back to turquoise. "Why duntcha give him some... ALIEN food?"
Zim grumbled shortly. "Because there's only so much... "alien" nutrients left, and once I run out, I'm stuck devouring the poorly-made foodstuffs this planet has to offer." Zim twitched as a demonstration of how horrible that would be.
GIR smiled blankly, then looked away and elbowed the pig. "He has a boyfriend now!"
The pig looked up at GIR helplessly and oinked his reply.
Zim growled. "GIR, just order Dib some food you think he would enjoy. There's some money on the shelf by the TV. When the meal gets here, bring it down to the cleansing room, okay?"
GIR looked as if he were deep in thought. After a few moments of painful pondering, he smiled triumphantly and said, "You're not fully clean unless you're Zestfully clean!"
Zim fell to his knees and pressed his hands together desperately. "PLEASE don't screw this up, GIR!"
"Aww." GIR pet his master sympathetically. "You reeeaaally like the Dib- human, huh?"
Zim blinked. "If I said yes, would you try extra hard on the mission I just gave you?"
GIR nodded sincerely.
Zim smiled tearfully. "... YES!"
"YAY!"
Zim stood up and adjusted the towel wrapped around him as if the conversation never happened. He climbed back into the trash bin and eyed his comrade before going down. "I'm counting on you GIR."
GIR looked himself over. "Counting what on me?"
Dib eased his naked body into the tub, the cold slimy jelly shocking his heated flesh. He yelped quietly and started to pull himself out of the substance, but it seemed to hold him in. It didn't take long for his skin to appreciate the cool liquidy-solid (or solidy-liquid), though, and soon Dib found himself relaxing in the tub, closing his eyes and laying his head back.
Zim walked into the room quietly and gazed at the human expectantly. When he received no recognition from Dib, he snickered inwardly and tiptoed over to the tub. Without warning, Zim scooped up some of the gelatin and threw it at Dib's head. It splattered all over his face and neck, causing the whip cream that occupied those places to instantly disintegrate. Dib cried out in surprise and sat up immediately, wiping away the remainders of the Redi Whip and jelly from his face and glasses. Zim laughed friskily and let his towel drop to his feet. Within seconds, he was in the tub, sitting on Dib's lap, wrapping his legs around Dib's belly. "GIR's ordering you something to eat right now, it shouldn't take too long."
Dib blushed and looked down. "Thank you..."
Zim noticed that there was still some whip cream around Dib's temples and ears. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and let his long tongue slide against Dib's skin, licking up the Redi Whip. It was then when Zim realized just how feverish Dib was. He leaned back and gave Dib a concerned frown. "Are you sure that what you are feeling is merely what you label a 'cold'?"
Dib shrugged. Although he did know quiet a bit in the medical field of science, he wasn't very good at self-diagnosis.
Zim smacked his lips together, trying to get rid of the taste the whip cream left in his mouth. "Are you going to be okay?"
Dib nodded. "This... bath, I guess you could call it, should make me feel better, or at least make the fever go away. Don't worry about it."
Zim blushed and looked down. "... You know, you really... scared me last night, retched human-stink..."
Dib stared at Zim in disbelief, then looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry..."
"No. Don't be sorry. I just wanted to let you know that... because I..." Zim cringed. Dignity obliged and stood out of his way. "... Because I care about you, and I hated to see you... like that..."
Dib bit his bottom lip and shifted uncomfortably, but it didn't look as though Zim was going to let him get out of this one.
"Dib... why? Why last night? And why this?" Zim reached down and pulled one of Dib's mangled arms to the surface.
Dib shrugged nervously, his face puckered with unknown emotion.
Zim's eyes narrowed, but not with anger. He was just trying to understand. "Please tell me, Dib..."
Dib swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke waveringly. "I'd tell you if I knew, but I honestly don't..."
Zim saw how troubled Dib was because of his prodding questions and regretted ever bringing it up. He slid his claws over Dib's heaving chest, assisting the cleansing jelly with its job and calming the human at the same time. Dib pulled Zim closer and wrapped his arms around the Irken tightly. He leaned forward and rested his chin on Zim's shoulder, which was still dark green from Dib's clinging and clawing last night. He sighed and closed his eyes, fearing that he'd start crying if he let his surroundings enter his mind through sight. "Thank you..."
Zim looked down at his tiny green toes that adhered to Dib's back, which also appeared green in the lime gelatin. "For what?" He asked nonchalantly, but he already knew the answer.
Dib's fingers trailed up and down Zim's spine very slowly and softly as he tenderly nibbled and sucked on Zim's bony shoulder affectionately. Zim shuddered and arched his back every time Dib's short nails reached a certain point along his spine. Dib felt Zim tremble with ecstasy and pulled away to observe his face. Zim smiled weakly and brushed his lips across Dib's. "You know, you're... you're very talented with your fingers..."
Dib blushed and started to reject Zim's compliment modestly, but the alien didn't give him the chance. Zim pushed his lips against Dib's and kissed him passionately, keeping his eyes open. Dib tried to do the same thing, but his diffidence prevented it, so his eyes remained shut.
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened and GIR trotted in joyfully, carrying a box of pizza on his head. He saw his master and the Dib-human kissing and couldn't help but to express his rapture in the best way he knows... "AWW!!!"
Zim yelped and broke the kiss, turning around to face the robot angrily. "GIR!"
Dib licked his lips from the kiss, but also had the pizza in mind. "Cheese, I didn't even hear him come in..."
Zim motioned GIR to approach the bathtub, preparing his weak stomach against the horrific cheesy stench. 'He just HAD to order pizza...'
GIR's chipper face fell. He whimpered sadly, but obeyed his master, and walked over to the side of the tub. Zim leaned over and lifted the pizza box off of GIR's head. Immediately, the little robot started balling. "MY HAT..."
Zim snarled and held the box out of GIR's reach, which wasn't very hard to do. "GIR, I told you this was for the DIB's eating pleasure, not yours! So get your own, you sniveling... uh, spoot THING!"
Dib looked down at the sniveling spoot thing sadly. "... Zim, we should at least give him a piece... for... a job well done. Erm something."
Zim sighed with obvious disheartenment. "Gah, okay." He opened the box and reached inside irresolutely. With a discontented gag, he pulled a piece of pizza away from the pie and threw it down on GIR's head. "There. Are you satisfied now, GIR?"
GIR stopped crying and reached up, patting the greasy cheese critically. "But this isn't my haaat..."
Zim looked like he was about to yell, but Dib stopped him and smiled warily, expressing fake enthusiasm. "But that hat looks prettier, GIR!"
Zim's minion smiled brilliantly. "I'M PRETTY?!" He danced around the room a little bit, then bounded out the door, singing to every boy-band song he could think of.
Zim raised a brow questioningly and Dib just shrugged. "I've got a younger sister, what more can I say?"
This caused more confusion. "Gaz? You use techniques like that on Gaz? And she... obeys?"
"Well, when we were little, yeah." Dib briefly thought about how he had to reassure Gaz when she woke up one morning and found that her mother wasn't there.
"Ahh... ah... MOMMY!"
Gaz wailed and shook the bars of her crib. Dib ran into the room and tried to quiet her by tickling her feet which wouldn't stop kicking between the bars. "Gaz, Mommy is gone."
Instead of crying louder, Gaz ceased her kicking and screaming and stared at her older brother innocently. "Gone?"
Dib nodded softly. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before, still in shock of all that happened. He called 911; the ambulance came and took his mom away. Somehow Prof. Membrane got the news and came home at around three in the morning to find his son sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. That's when Dib found out that his mother didn't make it. But his father was actually very comforting at that point. He sat down, took off his goggles and pulled Dib into his lap. That's when Dib remembered crying. Crying so hard that it smelled like blood. Prof. Membrane wrapped his arms around Dib and cradled him gently. "Hush hush now son, try to get some sleep. Your mother wouldn't want you to cry like this... aww, see what you did? Now you've got a nose bleed... it's okay son, here's some tissue..."
Tears sprang to Dib's eyes. His sister reached forward and bopped his nose insistently. "Gone?"
"Yup. She... she's up there now. In Heaven." Dib pointed up toward the ceiling.
Gaz titled her head back to see. "Where?"
"In the clouds. With her Dad. And she's making ice cream sundaes for when she sees us again." Dib gave his sibling a fake smile.
Gaz grinned. "When will I get ice cream?"
Dib gazed at his little sister. The only real family he had left. "Hopefully not soon..."
Zim waved a bite-sized bit of pizza in front of Dib's face. "Dib? Dib, do you not desire the pizza?"
Dib snapped out of it and stared at the sight before him, momentarily forgetting where he was. "Huh? Wait, can you rephrase the question? Questions like that confuse me."
Zim lowered his arm. "Don't you want pizza? You said earlier that you were hungry, but now y -"
"Oh! Yeah, I want pizza!" Dib stared down at the small piece in Zim's hand hungrily.
"Well, then, open wide!" Zim lifted his hand again and dangled the pizza a few inches away from Dib's mouth. "How did you expect to receive the taste of... PETE-zah without opening your mouth? Huh? Huh? ... Huh?"
Dib opened his mouth wide but kept trying to speak. "Thowway, I wath juth thanking about thomethang -"
Zim laughed. "Hold still, you peculiar creature!"
Dib's open mouth curled into a smile. Grinning, Zim shook his head and placed the cheesy bit into Dib's mouth. "Stupid human... ACK, HEY!"
Dib had bit down on Zim's claw playfully. He let go and laughed, chewing on the piece of pizza. "That's what you get for calling me a stupid human, space-boy."
Zim whimpered and pet his claw soothingly, then crossed his arms and gently kicked himself out of Dib's lap, trying to appear mad. "Feed your own homo- sapien-self."
Dib pouted and crawled over to Zim. "No! I want you to feed me!"
Zim snickered and shook his head.
"Oh FINE then. Be that way." Dib reached over, grabbed the box of pizza that was balancing on the corner of the tub, and moved away as far as possible from Zim.
Zim glared over at Dib, a hint of a smile in his lavender eyes. He didn't think the human would have given up that easily...
Dib opened the box of pizza in front of him and pulled out a large piece. But before he could let the pizza into his mouth, he felt something creep up his legs. He paused and peeked over the cardboard pizza box. "Zim?"
Zim opened his eyes against the jelly and focused on his target. With a sly smile he pulled himself closer to Dib's member.
Dib saw Zim's wig floating (or sitting) at the other end of the tub. He looked down, expecting to see Zim there, but not expecting the feeling that came over him just then. "... ZIM!"
Zim felt Dib's cock grow in his mouth and teased it with his long tongue. Upon hearing his name being called with such vigor, he pulled up out of the gelatin instead of going further. Dib's eyes were wide with excitement and surprise.
Zim leaned to the side and spit out the green cleansing jelly that had managed to slip past his lips. Dib laughed. It looked wrong.
Zim resumed his original position on Dib's lap and took the pizza away from his hand. He held the pizza up to Dib's mouth silently and smiled when Dib leaned forward and took a bite. Zim let his free hand slide down into the bathing gelatin secretively.
Dib licked the grease from his lips and leaned forward for another bite of the cheesy goodness, but stopped abruptly when he felt Zim's claw tighten around his erect shaft. Zim smiled seductively, began to stroke Dib's cock, and urged him to continue eating the pizza. Dib did so slowly, hissing every once in a while and biting down a little too hard at times. He moaned and grit his teeth together, leaning back against the end of the tub and dropping the pizza box on the outside.
Zim dropped the half-eaten pizza on top of the box and plunged into the jelly-like substance. Dib moaned and dug his nails into the ivory of the tub as the rubbing of his member ceased, only to be replaced by the warm caress of Zim's mouth. Zim began pumping in and out, up and down, his lips pressed tightly around Dib's sensitive shaft. Dib's toes curled involuntarily with pleasure and he reached down into the mold, running his fingertips along Zim's antennae as if repaying him for the sexual deed.
Zim's eyes grew wide and he trembled violently, but struggled to keep his rhythm. He dug his claws into Dib's sides and continued sucking.
Dib yelped, the pain of Zim's claws against his skin only adding to the pleasure. He started tugging on Zim's antennae in sync with the pumping, moaning Zim's name fervently.
Zim's eyes started to water and his rhythm slowed dramatically. His delicate feelers couldn't take that sort of abuse.
Dib cringed and pulled on Zim's antennae harder. "Zim, keep going..."
Zim whimpered inwardly and proceeded to go faster at a gradual rate, sliding his slick tongue around Dib's throbbing member. He felt Dib's thighs shudder below him and noticed his stomach muscles contracting. Zim reached over his head and pulled Dib's hands away from his antennae, letting the human grasp his claws instead. Dib squeezed them responsively and uttered short, blissful sighs. "Zim... I'm almost there... oh Zim..."
The Irken twisted his long multitalented tongue around Dib's shaft and made each thrust faster, harder and tighter. Dib let out a suppressed scream and leaned forward as he came inside of Zim's mouth.
Zim's first reaction was to pull away in disgust, but as he felt the warm liquid flow into his mouth he figured it wasn't that bad after all. He swallowed and surfaced, gasping for air.
Dib stared at Zim incredulously. "You held your breath the whole time? ... Am I really that easy?"
Zim laughed and shook his head. "No, my race can hold their breath for as long as 15 minutes."
"15?" Dib smiled proudly.
Zim laughed again, this time more gently. "Don't flatter yourself, worm- baby, I was only under there for 6."
Dib frowned. "That's all?"
Zim nodded, trying not to laugh some more.
"You're lying!" Dib snarled angrily, but couldn't help but to find it funny as well.
Zim hurried to reassure him. "But that's not counting the time I was above the cleansing jelly!"
Dib looked hopeful. "How long was that?"
Zim thought for a moment. "About... 2 minutes..."
Dib's face fell and Zim snickered some more, trying not to be rude about it. But Dib sneered. "Oh yeah? Well, I bet I can get you off a lot faster than 8 minutes!"
Zim stopped laughing and rose a brow. "Is that a challenge?"
Dib licked his lips. "Maybe..."
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened and GIR ran into the room eagerly. Dib looked down at the SIR unit accusingly and Zim rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with his companion's behavior. "GIR, what do you want?"
"Somebody wants to seeeee you!"
*LOL* Poor Dib... who wants to see Zim? Huh? HUH?
Gaz! She came over with her camera, scared the lawn gnomes (she can do that cuz, well, she's Gaz) and knocked on the door to try and get proof that her brother and Zim are being naughty! And if this happens, SHOULD she catch 'em?
The Tallests! They're sending in a transmission preparing to tell Zim that the whole mission was just a joke (yes, I know it's cliché but a couple of you wanted this and it would fit so well with the story).
... Damn, I can't think of any other reasonable choices! Oh well, just pick one! I'm pretty sure I'll get the next chapter up soon, but I'm behind in schoolwork (so what else is crackalackin'?). I can't promise much! But I'll do the best I can, and I hope you liked this. painfully long chapter *Dum dum dummm*
Hey, who keeps doing that?
- SwEeTiNsAnItY