Chapter 7: Love, Hate, and All Things In Between

It has been said that both love and lust can corrupt the mind, and that both lead to paths unknown. But for both parties in this twisted game we call life, BOTH such things were roads less traveled by.

The dense air in the room held thick the stench of blood, saliva, and sweat. It can also be said that the tension, thick and unnerving as it was, loomed ominously among the pair.

Dib quickly shed himself of all clothing, his belt hitting the floor with a metal clank. There he was, clad in nothing but a smile. "Your turn Zim."

Zim gulped, his eyes glued to the others mocking smile. Was that a snicker? Did he, of all things, challenge Zim?! It was unspeakable, unheard of, AN OUTRAGE! "Oh, you laugh now Dib. But when I get through with you you'll be choking on that shit eating grin. You hear me! CHOKING ON IT!" Zim made a quick lunge for the opposite male, sending both tumbling, once again, to the floor. "Who's the inferior now huh!? WHO?!"

"ZIM THIS ISN'T A GAME! How do you expect to pull something like this off? You barely grasp the concept of normal sex, let alone something like this!"

Zim's face spread into a sickeningly wide sneer. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to experiment then won't I?"

Dib's face whitened, "You wouldn't, you-you can't!"

"Oh how hard can it be? Its not like you have THAT many orifices," Zim's sneer softened. "We'll just have to find one that's…. suitable." Zim slowly began to peel off his clothing, one layer at a time, until finally all that remained were his skin tight black pants.

Dib gulped hard, out of both nervousness and anticipation. What did alien genitalia look like? Would it be slimy, or tentacles? Dib shuddered at the thought of being at the mercy of a monster like that but was brought harshly out of his own thoughts when soft fabric hit hard floor. Much to Dib's shock, and disappointment, it looked as normal as his only sporting a pale tint of green.

Zim's brow knitted in confusion. "What's wrong Dib-worm, I thought you wanted this?"

"No! That's not it, it's just… I thought your, you know…would look a little…different?"

Zim gave a small chuckle. "Silly Dib, it's not what you've got it's how you use it." With that he slowly walked over to where Dib was currently situated and whispered softly in his ear. "Now why don't you show me what you've got."

Without the slightest hesitation Dib situated himself between Zim's legs, urging the small Irken to part them.

Zim quirked an eyebrow, and finally took the hint and fully exposed himself. "What are you doing human?"

Dib gave a faint smile, "Just watch, ok? You might actually learn something." He lightly massaged Zim's tip, watching Zim's ruby eyes glaze over as he bathed in the sensation.

Zim bit softly at his lower lip, unable to swallow his pride and admit pleasure as defeat. Dib, on the other hand, took this as a sign to step it up a notch. Slowly starting to nibble at the tip of Zim's head, only to have small licks slowly taking their place. Zim's brain was in a haze, unable to comprehend the erratic emotions and sensations that were taking place in his lithe body. It felt like an immense heat were coursing through his lower abdomen, and that he was to burst into flames in mere moments. Then in an instant, Dib took Zim's length in his mouth sucking hard on the appendage. What was once heat was now an inferno, and it raged and raged until Zim could no longer stand it.

In one swift movement Zim shoved Dib off of him, his head coming in contact with the floor with a painful thud. "What's wrong! What did I…" Dib was cut off as Zim, without any notice, took his painfully hard length into his mouth. Now it seemed that the tables had turned, for a once seemingly calm and collected Dib was now gasping wildly for air. His mouth was hot, and oh that tongue! What was once cursing his name was now wrapped tightly around him. Funny how some things work out that way.

Zim tried his hardest not to gag, and closed his eyes, not wanting to be shown up by the other. But of course one or two did slip through, although seemingly unnoticed by the other. Up and down, in and out, to Zim it all seemed never ending causing his head to spin. Until finally Dib did just as he had previously, and pulled his head up to eye level with his.

"Now I think it's time for the main event," Dib panted, giving Zim a lopsided smile. "All I need is your word."

Zim paused, "Word for what?"

"Word that you won't strike me or try to kill me for what I'm going to do. It's going to hurt a little at first, but you'll like it in the end."

Zim hesitated, then slowly nodded.

Dib position Zim as thought he were sitting on his lap, one leg on either side of him, his tip poking softly at his entrance. To Zim it happened all at once, an intense pain ripping it's way through his lower abdomen, bringing forth tears that burned his eyes. He then realized what Dib had just done, and why he had needed his word. He wrapped his arms tightly onto Dib's back, now unsheathed claws drawing trails of crimson in every which direction.

Dib gasped out of both pain and pleasure at the sudden sensation, and smirked to himself. Oh, what a long night it was going to be. What a long, messy, loud and pleasurable night it was going to be.