Hello, my readers, today begins some light smut. Oh, how exciting! I hope you all enjoy it like I did :3
so we are now
entering
Chapter 5; Right where I want you.
Pounding, throbbing bones, blood rushing through veins. Freezing cement, head spinning, heart beating similar to a tiger chasing its prey.
His mind is just pounding, maybe the Irken's heart was switched with his brain? Could that be possible? Well, it's the Earth 'anything can be possible'.
Foolish humans things can be impossible just like things can be possible!
Perhaps he and that Dib-human... could be something possible... NO! The Irken swings his head side to side, no and NO! He must not think of that...
Whatever that is! He had something else to worry about... Something to get rid of the thought of that smelly old rival of his! Possibly...
Well on the topic of that smelly grown individual being, what is his plan? To haul the Irken out of hiding?
Yeah as if Zim was hiding from that pile of bones and meat.
Haha, but what if he was hiding? Of course not, why would he need to hide? That human hasn't done anything to him in months!
But now? Possibly, he came to confess to the Irken? No no no that's crazy, why would that human, his rival! be drawn to a short alien mutant?
The feeling of being lonely and against the frosty wall of this abounded junk of a skool part rung strike clear into the Irken's attention.
But the pain in his leg hits deeper and sharper. His mind starts racing ahead of his actions, the hallway starts to spin.
"UGH THIS PAIN!" echoed off of the walls near the little Irken, making him title his head up, with his antennae bouncing up too. Heavy footsteps, but very faint, ran to the entrance of the hallway.
Up ahead, his one rival, his one struggle to take over this damned planet, his secret crush, even if he denies it and doesn't realize it himself. Has one of the largest smirks ever...
"Well well well, look what I got here. a tired Irken right where I wanted him" Zim scoffs at the remark, glaring daggers at the human. Wait, wanted him? Shit!
"what is it that you want from Zim, hooman-scum?" Dib shifted his legs up and down. Crossing the hall in mere minutes, hell even seconds. "Oh you know what I want"
Zim squinted one of his purple eyes, tilting his head to the side. Why would he know what that filthy-worm baby wanted?
Dib places his two long arms on each side of Zim's head, startling the little Irken.
"What are you aiming for, Dib-shit?" Dib rolled his eyes, frowning at the annoying little insult that hissed out from the Irken's mouth.
Zim tried to flinch his chin back when that fived figured meatball cupped the Irken's chin. The host of that meatball, smirking again.
"let go of me, dirt smeet!" Zim shouted in disgust, "Why should I? You're not the one in control here, Zim"
"What do you mean, Dib-thing?" Zim, of course, was totally clueless on this whole thing. Making a tug on Dib's smirk.
"Clueless moron" chuckled out of Dib's mouth. Zim glared at him, what is he planning?
"Did you just call me a moron?" Even though Zim has learned he's not all great and powerful like his younger self, he still acts that way sometimes.
Zim's eyes shifted to the movement of Dib's right hand. he lowered to Zim's wrist and...
SNAP
Zim's wrist was locked in handcuffs, the irken looked dumbfounded and stared at Dib's hand as he took the irken's other wrist and clasped the other handcuff on... Zim shook his head and recoiled
"HEY HEY! TAKE THESE OFF!" the little Irken tugged at the wrist traping device.
Dib pressed a little button, Zim smiling thinking he had gotten Dib to do as he pleases. That smile soon turned to a terrified open mouth gasp.
The handcuffs had flung up and attached themselves to the mental wall. The green alien's eyes darted Dib a glare, but that too turned.
The human's stare into the irken's masked eyes. His sadistic and pure wicked look in his eyes on his amused face was enough to give the alien a shiver down his spine.
"Just be a good pet, Zim~" The human breathed down the alien's antenna. Making him squirm and temple.
The green alien shuttered when the human lands his meaty, icy meat sticks on his stomach. His breathing hitching up, face flushed into a light purple.
Dib chomped on the sensitive antenna. Running his ice-cold hand along the frame of his creature.
Tiny purrs echoing around them...
"Be a good pet" Dib sang again, smirking...