Woo! This is a lot easier to write then My Tallest. Not sure why. I have no ideas for where to go with this either... Well... I have a few. Please offer ideas though. What do you like to do at sleepovers that might help Zim and Dib's relationship or even turn into something affectionate?
In the meantime, have some mildly sexy fluff! CONTAINS ZADR! If you haven't figured that out yet something's wrong with you.
Please read and review! Please! Tell me what you liked, what you didn't, or if it just seems kind of blah and needs something. I'd especially like suggestions for things Zim and Dib can do. Date ideas anyone? (Preferably things Dib would be able to think of that Zim would be willing to be dragged to. XP)
Enjoy!
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Dib still couldn't quite believe the trust being so easily put on him, when he thought about it. He swore to himself he would not let Zim regret it. To be allowed to sleep over at the alien's base...
It wasn't like Zim was putting himself in any danger of being murdered in his sleep. Irkens rarely if ever needed rest, so it could practically be said that they never slept. In those terms, Dib was actually the one displaying trust, to think of sleeping in the invader's lair.
Normally he would have never thought of actually sleeping at this 'sleep-over,' but he'd gotten no sleep at all for too many nights in a row. He'd stay up all hours of the night, staring at his computer, watching Zim through his cameras, feeding his sickly addiction to the gloriously strange creature from the stars. Last night, it had gone a little too far, but strangely enough that had turned out to be a good thing for his health, maybe, for the most part, because after shutting off his computer from guilt, exhaustion had seen to it that he'd gotten a good long rest he hadn't felt the like of in goodness knew how long.
This 'sleeping' thing made Dib feel good the next morning. His body and mind begged him to do it again.
This relationship would require trust. Dib was willing to take the risk and go first in showing it, to go to sleep here if situations allowed. He was the desperate one after all.
However even though Dib was the one exercising trust on this particular point, that did not mean in the slightest that Zim had nothing to exercise trust on in this. Everything besides that sleeping thing actually put Zim at risk.
Zim was letting his former enemy into his home, in what was obviously a time of weakness for him. He'd refused to speak a word of that, and it made Dib die in want of the knowledge to tell him what was going on. What had made the strong alien cry those several times he'd seen?
There was no end to the damage Dib could do here; vandalism, theft, breaking things, etc.
Dib didn't know it much but for Zim, this house was but the last tiny remaining shell of everything that had once made him confident and safe. His comfort zone, his territory and his possessions.
A shell of what it once was to him.
The irken had lost a lot.
That was part of why he'd agreed to be with Dib. He could gain something back, secure some territory to make up for how much he'd had to surrender. He could 'gain' Dib. As something that would be his. Something secure.
Something the problems in the irken empire couldn't take away from him.
It would aid, perhaps, in making him feel better and sorting his life out.
Zim was short. Wars with the resistance were growing more and more brutal and weren't going well for the irken empire. Taller Irkens were more important then Zim in irken logic- simply because they were taller. They could come in and take whatever they claimed they 'needed.'
They could release their stress on him. Punch, kick, threaten. Predatory races grew vicious under pressure and Irkens were no excuse. They could beat him up in his own base, and it would be considered criminal for Zim, a shorter, to even defend himself against them.
For Zim, he'd lost more in terms of these strange new emotions and feelings then in physical objects. This was his home, but after countless attacks and robberies, he didn't feel safe in it anymore. He felt violated. In all honesty he felt terrified.
So much... Confusion... Anxiety...
"So..."
Zim looked up, confused at why Dib felt the need to say such a random, pointless word as 'so' and then leave it hanging there in the air. What a waste of sound waves. Perhaps it was just that the invader been quiet for a long time and the earthling wanted to start conversation.
"What?"
"Uhm..."
A long pause followed and Zim huffed. This could hardly even be called a conversation. It was going nowhere very, very fast.
The two beings sat on the couch. Zim was laying on his side, legs curled up to him, flipping through the channels with the remote in one hand. Dib sat next to him.
When they'd come inside, after taking off the raincoats, Zim had gone strait to the couch to sit as if out of habit, searching for something they might find interesting to watch on the earth information box.
Having not known what else to do, Dib had dropped his backpack at the foot of the couch, and sat down beside the alien, companionably and politely.
They'd sat there for over five minutes now. So far Dib's first 'sleep over' wasn't too exciting.
Zim wasn't pleased with how it was going either. He'd brought Dib here so he might have something more interesting to do then what he'd wound up doing and was doing now out of habit.
Hundreds of channels yet nothing to watch...
Actually, Dib was concerned.
Zim was having mood swings it seemed. They were a bit gradual, but Dib had noticed them. Not only that, but the alien simply wasn't himself.
He seemed depressed. Very depressed. Sometimes he seemed to 'snap back' and start acting like himself again, but even then that attitude and that part of his personality were both lacking something, and they couldn't take root and grow back into him to last very long.
"Do you... Maybe... Wanna do something?"
Zim very much wanted that, but his mind blanked when he tried to think of something to do. Not only that, but right now he felt weakened with fatigue. The couch was just so comfortable... though... No, no it really wasn't. Either way though, Zim couldn't make himself get up. So he just tried the first sentence that came to mind to keep a conversation going.
"Does Dib not like TV?"
Looking away, the human shifted uncomfortably and picked at his nails; Zim noticed with a slight wince that some were particularly short and even a tiny bit bloody. The prey species earthling needed to stop chewing on them when he got nervous.
"Well... We haven't exactly found anything cool to watch in the whole time we've been sitting here... At least, you haven't stopped... To watch anything... I dunno. If you want to keep looking though, th-that's fine."
Instantly apologetic. Catering to whatever Zim wanted. Dib was walking on pins and needles to please him and the irken was brought into a slightly better mood over it. The submission was most placating to the predatorial, dominating alien. Normally he would have been quite proud over it but... Right now he just felt... Funny.
Oh irk, he really hoped he wasn't getting sick. That heat had been too much for him. His pak had been handling it okay until Dib wanted to touch him. After that... It must have been too overwhelming, too new to feel something like that now that his emotional filter had snapped when all his pak energy was already going to his heat regulation. After that... Touching... his pak completely failed at keeping his temperature steady.
He felt heavy, maybe dizzy. He wanted to close his eyes, not think, just... Pretend to be dead? He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he'd just gone much too long without a pak re-charge. That must be it. So that would mean... This was what it was like when his body started going into natural recharge? To be sleepy? He didn't think he liked it. Not at all.
No. He refused to sleep. He was a mighty irken. He would not look weak. Not now.
Not when he had potential new 'territory' to impress. Not when Dib was here.
He couldn't look weak.
Stay awake. Had to look strong. Overcome weakness.
...
Overcome weakness...
Hmm...
Come to think of it... He may have found a way to stay awake, and something interesting to do as well.
Zim looked over at Dib analytically.
The human was doing his best to be all polite and un-bothersome and just go along with what Zim was doing, trying hard not to look bored, which was hard when he also wasn't letting himself stare at Zim. He had to stop himself from that almost constantly.
Okay so, with the heat and Dib being the 'aggressive one' if it could be called that, their earlier attempt at physical contact had failed. Zim still intended to get over this weakness towards touch though.
Perhaps that was only because the desire for sleep was messing with his judgement, but he was getting a little excited with his new plan. Enough so that he finally forced himself to sit up, and decidedly set down the remote.
"Yes. We should do something." The alien finally agreed. Dib looked up happily, to find Zim looking at him with an expression he couldn't quite read. It seemed almost judging... But it seemed to be an approving judgement. Still, Dib was not prepared for what the irken said next.
"I'm going to touch you."
It was the most awkward matter-of-fact sort of statement Dib thought he'd ever heard and it sounded oh so very wrong and his cheeks turned beet red and he just stared for quite a long time. Zim stared back, apparently waiting for something and seeming confused when Dib stuttered nervously.
"Uh, t-t-yo-you... W-want... You want... T-to...?!"
"Yes."
Dib couldn't possibly have heard right. This must be an... Audial hallucination. That must be it. This just wasn't real... But Zim had answered, and was talking to him, looking at him most seriously, and then he reached out.
Dib felt frozen. He felt Zim's clawed, three fingered hand press firmly into the center of his chest, pushing him back. He felt blood rush to his face. Now it was his turn to experience an over-heated sensation. The poor, mentally unstable human practically had a mini-heart attack when he suddenly found himself forced to lay back against the arm of the couch, with Zim leaning over him, blocking the light so it formed a halo around him and added a dark shadow to his features, accented so gorgeously by those swirling red optics that the paranormal investigator was simply hypnotized.
Zim wouldn't really... He surely couldn't mean...
No one... Dib had never imagined anyone would actually consider him like that. He hoped desperately but he'd always felt it had been against reason. Even if Zim were doing this just for scientific curiosity, the thought of being touched, nicely... caressed...
The human felt dizzy. Dib was about ready to melt or faint simply because at the offering of this he wanted it so badly.
As he pushed the human back, Zim found himself drawn foreword, looming over the earthling as if Dib were trapped prey and Zim was the predatorial creature his species used to be so long ago.
Power. Sweet power and control.
Victory.
Prey.
There was something so utterly alluring in those wide, reddish brown eyes, flecked with gold, watching him from behind glasses, broadcasting a nervous submission, and... An anticipation... A strong, pulling, hopeful desire that Dib didn't dare voice beyond a hint in his expression that managed to show itself. A desire Zim didn't consciously understand, but subconsciously reveled in.
But that hint of fear was beyond tantalizing.
Zim was drawn, pulled by that look and something so simply primitive that it was undeniable.
The human male was at his mercy. Zim wanted to exert his control, to touch him. And so Zim moved, face blank except for curiosity, eyes on Dib who was still staring up and unable to move as he gripped the couch under him fretfully, waiting.
A three fingered hand pressed to the exact center of Dib's ribcage and stayed there, the claws flexing slightly to rub the skin through the shirt.
So slowly.
It started to slide down and Dib tried not to shudder too visibly, gripping the couch cushion under him so his knuckles turned white. His eyes almost started slipping closed. He could feel the warmth, and Zim's tiny weight, from where the alien was straddling his waist. He could feel an almost gentle hand pressed to him, sliding down his chest to count his ribs. He was laying trapped under another being, staring up into big, beautiful red eyes surrounded by flawless jade skin and it all just felt so intimate.
Dib swallowed heavily and that tiny action drew Zim's attention to the earthling's throat. Both his hands moved up without another thought. Hesitating only a moment, Zim pressed one talon to the vulnerable, pale neck, almost in a chocking hold, but light. Keeping his touch light and undamaging was at least slightly easier then he'd thought it would be.
Dib jerked slightly under the alien, gasping just the tiniest bit at the touch against so vital an area; so sensitive an area, bare skin, uncovered by his shirt.
Zim moved his hand as seemed natural, rubbing his fingers against the skin in complete and total fascination at the texture, and Dib felt a pleasurous wave run down through him. It was so easy to tip his head back in dangerous submission, yet so hard to hold back just one little moan. The tiny hint of sound caught on Zim's antenna, and he saw the human biting his lower lip, eyes narrowed slightly as if in concentration, face flushed.
Intrigued, the irken brought up the hand not currently threatening to choke Dib, and rested it to his cheek, cupping his face, to feel the reddened skin, wondering about the reason for the color change. Dib immediately looked at him, making eye-contact.
His eyes.
That unnamable raw emotion Zim didn't understand. That look that spelled submission so perfectly.
Zim's hand on Dib's throat twitched, so tempted to sink in his claws and squeeze, watch those big eyes, watch the expression change.
No, he told himself, he had no real need to hurt Dib now.
Instead, from that thought came another. Dib seemed to be feeling... Something strange. Something that might, if Zim was reading it correctly... Might be able to make him squirm. Zim thought he'd like that.
He really was so clueless about everything. But what he was doing now felt... Correct. Good. Niiiiice.
Zim's thumb stroked Dib's cheek, his other hand so lightly brushing his throat. Zim was experimenting. Watching for results.
Dib's eyebrows pinched together and up, as if pained or frightened... But he wasn't hurt. Zim didn't understand this.
Touch was affection. Why was Dib's reaction to affection... Seemingly so close to his reaction to pain? Zim would think he would be smiling or looking more happy and less... Desperate.
As unreasonable as the reaction seemed, Zim suddenly realized very clearly that he liked it.
And he wondered... How much more of a reaction could he get, just out of this exploration for scientific curiosity, and a bit of gentleness or affection?
Zim rubbed his thumb across Dib's cheek, sliding it down to rest on the edge of his lower lip, the claw almost in the earthling's mouth. Dib's eyes grew even wider, and, oh sweet deliciousness- the human TREMBLED.
It was so slight, but Zim felt it and such an intense wave washed over him at the simple knowledge. He could make Dib tremble beneath him.
Oh the POWER he held now.
Under him, Dib was breathing heavier, his chest rising and falling, causing the invader to move with the human's breaths ever so slightly as he was straddling him.
Dib was still utterly stuck. Not thinking. He didn't want to think. Thinking told him this seemed strange and that he shouldn't allow it, but he'd never had it. For all he knew he'd never have it again.
The poor human was simply so desperate, so mentally unstable and full of longing, that if Zim knew anything about it Dib would probably let the alien have him completely right there.
Zim was only touching him. But it felt sooooo good.
The veins in Dib's neck pulsed heavily and hot, calling to Zim. His hand on the human's face slid down to that vulnerable, soft throat, and Zim pressed his finger tips a little harder, his big, red eyes never leaving Dib's face. The effect Dib felt was massaging and his eyelids fell half closed, his upper lip twitched slightly in a funny sort of grimace. The smallest, quickest noise, left Dib's throat. It was just enough however, to be considered a real moan.
Dib snapped a little more back to himself and bit his tongue when Zim immediately slowed at the sound, eyes widening, antennas perking up. His face continued to burn red. They... They should stop... But he COULDN'T tell Zim to stop. He just couldn't.
Oh tallest... That- that noise! He'd... With simple touches, Zim had made Dib MOAN.
The alien couldn't believe it. A moan! He'd wrung a moan out of Dib! As in a noise of torture or agony, that meant he'd succeeded in inflicting some forceful action on Dib! It wasn't pain though, he wasn't hurting Dib... Why?
Overwhelming! That was it! Dib was simply so overwhelmed at the HONOR of being touched affectionately, that he'd moaned.
Ohhhhh, Zim liked this.
That neck...
Zim's gaze finally left Dib's face to look down at that heated column of exposed skin. The predator in him stirred. His mouth watered unexplainably and he licked his lips without a thought.
Dib was hit by an electrifying shiver.
Then something in the kitchen started dinging.
Zim sat up more and turned his head to look with disgust, while Dib's face displayed disbelief and absolute, manic disappointment.
Sighing, the irken slid off of Dib, and the couch, and started walking into the kitchen, finally speaking for the first time in ages.
"That's either the snack I left in the fridge to 'chill,' or explosive chemicals. I need to go see."
"Oh... Okay." Dib sat up and kicked his feet over the edge of the couch, staring down at them sadly, but not without just a little bit of wonder at what Zim had just allowed him to feel. His cheeks were still pink.
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Sorry to interrupt that but it had to end before Dib got too worked up and Zim found something to be curious about down lower on his human...
Zim: Hey! What's this thing? ._'. *shoves hand down Dib's pants for inappropraite touching*
Dib: OuO *Does not object at alllll*
XD Like that. I'm afraid it's just too early for that, especially since this story is currently only rated T. Ahh well. I think Zim has enough hormone problems already. Let's not go getting him pregnant right now.