Zim wonders why he is always stapled into these sorts of situations, the humans would think that he's more then strange considering what happened in the classroom. He had to pause in the hallway after the Skool bell rung, mind moving too fast. He curses his impulsive nature inwardly.
He feels Dib-thing collide against his back and is almost amused when he stutters an apology, he now stares earnestly at Zim's back.
"I didn't think you were into that kind of stuff, Zim." Dib says, not sure if he sounds appalled or shocked, a white bandage now wrapped around his palm. He can still smell the rubbing alcohol.
An unattractive blotchy crimson covered most of Zim's clothing, the taste of rust still lingering in his mouth, he runs his tongue against his teeth. Longing to taste it again.
"I don't know what go into me." Zim wheezes brokenly, more to himself then Dib, he scrubs his hand against his face and it leaves a trail of red in it's wake.
Dib presses his thumb against his injured palm, it stings.
"I-It tastes really good," Zim murmurs and Dib has to strain to hear him, the look in his eyes is unsettling. "C-Can...I bite you?"
His tone is sugary sweet when he asks, false innocence in his smile.
Dib represses a shudder as Zim walked towards him slowly and deliberately.
"Just a nibble?"
Dib cannot help the surge of fear that quickly rushes through every part of his body, he pushes past Zim and leaves the building - Zim is left with the sound of double doors slamming shut.
Dib never in his entire life thought he would be afraid of Zim.
Zim isn't scary at all, he's Dib's size and incredibly dumb - how could he ever do anything remotely threatening?
This changed when Zim followed him all the way to the woods outside town and cornered him. He should have known, the subtle sound of branches breaking had him turning around every three seconds, but every time he looked - he wouldn't see anything.
Dib almost exhales in irritation, how stupid of him to want to be alone for a while, as if he wasn't alone all the time - alone is what he got, just Zim as an added bonus and no one to hear him yell.
Zim looms over Dib like a spider, a deranged look in his eyes.
He isn't wearing his disguise, wasn't he noticed walking around like that? Dib remembers Zim has a ship although he's sure would have heard it. The alien emitted a deep, throaty growl, leaning over and pressing his mouth against Dib's neck.
Dib tries to speak, or make a sound at all, but cant. He realizes now how surprisingly strong Zim is, abdomens crushed together painfully and a branch is digging uncomfortably into Dib's spine.
Zim's breath mists on Dib's neck, teasing, broken growling like that of an animal.
"Z-Zim..? Whats wrong?" Dib asks cautiously, Zim doesn't answer, instead now choosing to straddle Dib. The Irken slides his tongue up the exposed flesh on Dib's shoulder and nips at his collarbone, delighted at the humans shivering.
"Stay still." Zim hisses, mouth feathering against Dib's ear, in a voice that isn't really his.
Zim's mouth opens, teeth just a few inches from pale, delicate skin, Dib breathes in sharply.
Zim's teeth sink in, the sound of flesh being ripped into rings in Dib's ears - the tress swam and swayed so Dib closes his eyes, trying to shake that dizzy feeling.
Zim leans back, his tongue dragged a purposeful, teasing lick against the new injury.
"Please?" Dib whimpers, weakly, gold eyes lucid. Zim can feel his arousal steepen.
His mouth trembles and his breathing is uneven. Zim can't help but mewl softly as the cool taste of metal hits his tongue again, the rustling of pine needles and leaves the only thing he can hear. It's like drinking pocket change.
Yummy.
Dib can feel himself being drained, his vision blurs.
Dib walks through his bedroom door, 1:00 am greeting him on his alarm clock in highlighter orange, his thighs bruised and sticky. Dib feels so broken that all his insides have gone completely numb.
He had no idea what to say when his sister asked him what had happened to his neck.