Zim wasn't out long, considering it wasn't exhaustion that had taken him down this time. For all he knew, it might have just been a few moments, allowing his PAK to reset and reinstate its control protocols.
Or, it could have been hours, allowing his used body to heal quickly. It didn't really matter anyways.
The only thing he could feel, just seconds from his eyes opening and adjusting, was the sensation of being jostled.
It was annoying!
Someone was touching him and Zim didn't like it, not one bit. No one was superior enough to touch the almighty ZIM! At least he thought.
He could also feel pleasure, radiating down his spine in a never-ending symphony of feelings. Why was that? Everything would ideally be still and quiet for a successful boot up.
The only logical conclusion Zim could come to was that someone, or something, was present before his PAK shut down.
Who?
The pleasure intensified and the sensation shocked Zim into a full wake-up, occurring much more quickly than he would have liked.
He saw a dark…splotch? No, it wasn't a spot. It was hair, given the small hairs that stuck out from its mass. It was jet black, and right above him.
Zim tried to move, tried to escape from whatever being was holding him down.
He felt tightness on his wrists and he heard himself cry out with the touch. It shouldn't have, but it felt good.
He looked more closely at the form above him.
Dib.
The human caught his gaze and smirked almost triumphantly.
"You're awake." was all he said, pushing his length to the hilt inside Zim, who cried out even louder.
Zim lacked the strength to poke back with a snarky reply or push him off.
Dib wasn't moving. His length throbbed against Zim's walls, but he wasn't giving Zim the friction he knew the small alien needed.
Zim, now acutely aware of the burning that demanded seed, whimpered with the loss of the pressure.
The pleasure he felt before, he now realized, was Dib taking him. It was Dib taking him when his PAK was shut off.
Disbelief registered.
Dib…Dib wouldn't do that. He was anxious to get at Zim, but wouldn't exploit him at his most vulnerable.
Zim had plenty of opportunity to eliminate his greatest enemy over the years, but would never resort to doing so while he was asleep.
It was a cowardly thing to do, to say the least. It was dishonorable for an Irken to win by that tactic and while it did ensure victory, it also often ensured a swift death of the soldier.
But here Dib was, trembling to withstand his own weight while he was within Zim's most intimate areas.
Zim, despite his overwhelmingly powerful desire to protest, couldn't find the strength or intelligence to do so.
He just wanted Dib to move! Move already!
Dib grinned darkly at Zim.
"What did you say?" he growled against Zim's throat.
Zim's antennae lowered. His tone sent heat straight to his center, betraying his feigned resistance.
He was so tall!
Excitement peaked, his slick quickly coating his length and thighs.
No!
"I think you mean yes!" Dib exclaimed, seemingly spurred on by Zim's resistance.
Zim trembled, feeling the intruding length throb again against him, wanting him, needing him.
It was starting to be too much. Dib's length was already sheathed inside him, thick enough to nearly knot Zim and trap the taller's seed inside.
But it wasn't moving, wasn't giving Zim what he so desired despite his reservations about humans.
He squirmed in Dib's grasp, feeling his hands sink deeper into the tender flesh there. Zim needed it so badly.
Please!
One of Dib's hands slid up to grip Zim's throat, an act that normally would have provoked the former soldier and likely resulted in another jagged scar.
But it excited Zim, as much as he hated to admit it. It was so dangerous and so unlike anything he has experienced before. It was not a common act among his own people, but perhaps it was so among the citizens of this planet.
Dib's grip squeezed Zim deliciously, his spooch tightening in anticipation against Dib's member, still hot and thick with lust.
Zim whimpered, blushing blue, from the new stimulation.
He tried to protest again, to fight the onslaught of the filthy human. He wriggled one of his hands from the grasp and swiped it at him.
He missed.
Dib caught it, manhandling Zim in the process and forcing his length an inch deeper.
Zim couldn't help but cry out desperately, the heat rising inside him and demanding more.
Dib bit his lip, his gaze boring holes into Zim with its intensity.
"Beg for it."
Zim would not! Invaders did not beg. They were far superior to such nonsense.
He turned his face away from the human in defiance, refusing to lower himself to such a status.
Dib somehow tightened his grip again, and Zim suddenly couldn't breathe. It was absolutely thrilling, seeing the taller in control of him and bending him to his will.
Zim swallowed, with much difficulty from both Dib's grip and his building need, and reluctantly turned back to face him.
He didn't really want this, his body did.
He wanted this to end, to be over already. It should have been the first time Dib took him in the bedroom, but it obviously hadn't, given his current position.
Zim fought against him with his entire being, with everything he had been trained to do.
Despite a decade or more of militant discipline and work, he hadn't been trained for this, the Empire instead opting for suppressants to avoid the incident altogether. He didn't know how to deal with this, how to fight this.
He realized with a start that he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how long this heat would last or when it would end. He didn't know how to handle it.
But his body did. It was his prime drive to reproduce, to copulate, to breed.
And despite Zim's mission, his opinions of the obviously inferior humans, and his directive and purpose to the Tallest, this was what he needed now.
His will was failing him quickly, exhausted from hours of resistance and fighting pleasure that he didn't want.
What could be the harm in living now? In letting Dib have his way before Zim had a moment of clarity to finally end him?
No, this wasn't what was right for him. He needed to support his people and its bloodline, not taint it with this…this…this human!
Dib shifted again, pressing the tip of his length against the deepest, most sensitive place within Zim.
The small amount of pleasure Zim felt overwhelmed his thoughts and rationale. He didn't care about anything else at the moment.
The taller wanted him so badly and was right here, willing to fuck him until he couldn't think.
Please!
Dib released Zim's throat, opting for his hips instead. He pulled his length slowly from Zim, letting the alien feel every inch slide against his walls.
Zim cried out again for Dib, forgetting his pride for the time being.
Please! I…I need it!
Dib obliged, pulling Zim's hips to his and sheathing his length once more inside him, settling into a rhythm just enough for each of them.
Zim's cries were loud, working heat into Dib with every sound and encouraging him to adopt a rougher pace.
Zim no longer cared about trying to resist Dib or quiet himself, instead choosing to give into the wishes of the taller.
It was, after all, the duty of a shorter.