Author's Note: So I'm putting this in Bits and Pieces because it is so plotless it is undeserving of it's own fic. FEAR MY PLOTLESS FIC! So I was chatting with Cliscia and I felt like writing something torturous and horrible so after a brief brainstorming she hinted she liked 'Erotic asphyxiation and slavery' with Dib bottom. I admit, I am such a fangirl of that so I had to do it. It's lemon-scented because there is no sex, just sexual encounters and masturbation. It's still the most sexual thing I've ever written and I'm sitting on the couch writing this and blushing because I'm releasing my horrible lemony...thing...to the public without a Beta reading and spontaneously. That's me, spontaneous. So yeah. Fear my epic fail.

I tried to keep them IC, but sometimes that is very hard in sexual situations.

~DeathlyFlames

"Z…im…" Dib's voice was cracking, the sound escaping in strangled gasps. The alien had a firm grip on his throat, his green fingers digging into the human's soft flesh. Zim grinned, his eyes glinting. He slid his tongue along the side of Dib's face, the worm-like appendage leaving a wet trail behind it. A soft moan escaped the boy's lips and Zim reveled in the sound.

Zim released Dib and the teen fell against his restraints; his body surrendering to the chains holding his wrists against the wall. The dead weight of his body cut into his already raw wrists, leaving a small trickle of blood that dripped on the floor. Zim lifted the bloody wrist and licked the fluid away. It burned on his tongue, the earthly water reaching his alien flesh, but Zim loved the burn; sought it. Zim released the hand from his mouth and slid up against Dib to whisper in his ear.

"You taste delicious, Dib-beast." The alien trailed his fingers up and down the human's body, causing him to shudder. Zim pushed up against him, a knee slowly rubbing the boy's growing member. Dib closed his eyes and sighed and Zim slapped him across the face. Dib, startled, opened his amber eyes in confusion.

"Zim orders you to keep your eyes open, filthy worm!" Dib almost retaliated, hating the idea of orders from the alien, but kept silent. He knew better. He simply glared, daggers of hate being thrown from his eyes at Zim.

Zim smiled and pulled out a key. He unlocked Dib from his handcuffs, and the boy fell to the floor. On his hands and knees, Dib did nothing but sit. He could have run, but he knew he wouldn't even make it to the door without a spear through his skull. He bowed his head, not wanting to look at his tormentor.

Zim wouldn't have this. No, Dib would look at him. He would watch every second of Zim's time down here. He released his PAK legs and thrust two at his enemy, spearing the boy through his shoulders. Dib screamed and squirmed, causing the metal to twist deeper. Unintentional tears fell from his eyes as he looked at Zim. He felt the warm blood as it fell down his arms, the puddle joining the drips from before. Dib watched as Zim licked more blood from his skin, the liquid burning his mouth. Zim licked his lips and thrust them against Dib's. Dib, unprepared, didn't move until Zim scraped his claws down his chest, leaving a raw gash. Dib got the message and kissed back, his trembling lips moving in sync with the alien's. Zim forced his tongue into the boy's mouth, causing Dib to choke momentarily.

Dib almost forgot that the mouth against his own was his mortal enemy's. He almost forgot that Zim held him captive in the lab. He almost forgot that he was a slave to Zim's will as long as his life was in the alien's hands. Then he remembered. He used what little strength he still possessed to lift his torn arms against the spears and push Zim off. It was a weak push, his muscles still weak from blood loss, but Zim got the message. He backed away, fury glowing in his red eyes. Dib gasped, realizing his mistake; he might have just signed his death warrant.

Zim grabbed the raven scythe lock of hair and pulled, the roots struggling to stay in the skin. Dib squeaked and wiggled against his captor. Zim put his face next to the boy's ear and whispered pure poison words.

"Do not struggle, Dib-worm. You belong to Zim now."

Dib held onto his last scrap of self respect and determination.

"I belong to no one, Zim." He knew he would regret saying it, but he couldn't give up himself so easily. Especially not to this pathetic alien. Zim growled, something not quite animalistic, but not human either. His hand was on Dib's throat once more, this time his claws leaving small cuts and punctures. Dib coughed; air unable to enter his throat. Zim faced Dib, his eyes meeting his human's.

"Listen to Zim and Zim might let you go. Or die. Your choice. Zim will be amused either way. So, what will it be, Dib-slug?"

Dib took a moment and thought. Was losing his self respect worth his life? Would Zim really let him go? As Zim pressed his claws deeper, his other hands slithered into Dib's pants to grip his length. The alien stroked his fingers along it, teasing it and causing a small moan from Dib. Dib took that as incentive to answer Zim, so he answered against his better judgment.

"Yes, Master." Dib felt utterly defeated. His shoulders were numb, he wanted the chance to keep his life, and he was defenseless against the pleasure the strokes were causing him. He moaned louder as Zim grabbed the entirety of his dick and rubbed briefly. Zim pulled his hand from Dib's pants and released his PAK legs. Dib fell to the ground, panting. Zim kicked him with his boot.

"You belong to Zim, Dib-slave. You do what Zim says, understand?" Dib didn't answer and received another sharp kick in return.

"Yes…Master…" Dib whispered. He looked at Zim, unsure of what he wanted now. Zim merely smiled.

"Undress yourself, human."

Dib should have been surprised, but he wasn't. He knew where this was headed. He resigned himself to deal with it. He slowly pulled off his blood clothes, wincing at the cut on his chest, and the two punctures on his shoulders. Once his sullied clothes were off, Dib sat naked on the floor, a slight blush still on his face from Zim's touch. Zim crossed his arms and stared at the human. When Dib did nothing, Zim pierced his stomach with two more PAK legs and put his mouth next to Dib's ear again. He whispered and Dib blushed. Zim backed off and pulled out the metal, causing a painful sound from his human.

Dib obeyed the alien, shamefully rubbing his cock with his fingertips, shivering at the sensation in the cold lab. Zim stood above him, arms crossed once more and a sadistic smile on his face. Dib gripped his entire length and rubbed faster, his breath coming in pants as the pleasure racked his body. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Zim, but he couldn't help peeking at the boy who had kidnapped and tortured him. He felt precum on his fingers as he rubbed his soft flesh. He stared at Zim, rubbing faster, unable to look away. He wanted to hate the sight of the horrible alien, to be disgusted with his treatment. Dib loved every second, though he refused to admit it. He loved the pain and the torture, and he was horrified to realize that he was getting off on Zim's sick smile and the idea of the pain to come. He felt the pressure rising and he moaned. Zim walked over and kicked Dib again, keeping his boot pressed on the boy's chest. Dib released himself, confused that Zim stopped him. Zim pressed on Dib's chest as he crouched, hearing the sounds of bones cracking and pained hisses from Dib.

"Enough." He said. He stood up and began to leave the room, a befuddled Dib still on the floor. "Computer. Keep him alive." He finished simply, the door slamming behind him. Dib looked around, still very lost. Then he remembered himself. He jumped up, groaning at the pain, and ran to the door. It opened and he shouted at the retreating alien.

"You said you'd let me go!"

Zim turned and smiled maliciously. "I said I might let you go. Though, Dib-stink, I've decided that you are too delicious to let escape." Zim licked his lips and left, laughing. A horrified Dib was taken custody by the computer, wires pulling him back into his previous room. He was thrown naked into a cell. The lights shut off, but there was one red emergency light still present. In the dim atmosphere, Dib sighed and took himself into his hand once more. He moaned quietly as he rubbed himself to climax, disgusted that the image of Zim is what sent him over the edge.