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Chapter Four : Crowning Glory

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Dib stared in pure awe at the sight before him. The planet Irk was truly amazing. Unlike Earth, which shone blue-green, Irk shone red like Mars. Only Dib was sure that it wasn't the surface of the planet that was red but the massive amount of Irken technology that encompassed the entire expanse of the Irken globe. The human couldn't help but stare in wonder as Zim's ship drew ever nearer to the strange and foreign world.

Zim stood beside Dib, his arms crossed over his chest, a possessive, triumphant, and utterly evil smile plastered across his face as he watched his home world next to the awe-struck human.

"This is your home world?" Dib asked in amazement, almost afraid to blink his eyes and open them again only to find that he'd been dreaming.

Zim titled his head to the side and grinned in pride, "Of course Dib-stink. Where did you think we Irkens were from, Pluto?"

Dib sent Zim a mild glare but it did not have as much fire in it as it had before leaving Earth. Then, as the ship came in to dock Dib felt his stomach flip, not only from the impact of the sudden stop of the ship, but also from nervousness and fear. He could see hundreds of tiny Irkens hurrying about, at work in their own society, and it unnerved Dib to know that Zim wanted him to rule these creatures. Creatures that, though he had attempted to study, still knew very little about.

Zim, however, seemed confident, though Dib could hardly remember a time when he didn't and simply tugged on the back of Dib's collar, pulling him away from the window. "Come Dib-pig. We have a an empire to take over." Zim stated, sounding more happy than any other time in Dib's memory.

As Zim and Dib stepped off of the ship's gangplank the human was instantly aware that every large irken eye was locked onto him and Zim. The blank stares of awe and wonder were only half as unnerving to him as the looks of utter revulsion and fear that ran through those giant eyes. The tiny Irkens parted before him and Zim, Gir leading the way screaming as giddily as ever. And although Dib could hardly muster up the courage to do more than stare back at the Irkens with his own fear and awe, Zim only continued to stare straight ahead, his look of victory unmoving.

He led the way through the streets of the planet to a huge building which Dib could only guess was the palace of the Tallest. Zim marched the human inside with more enthusiasm than he had had shooting that muffin at his head all those years ago. At last, after what seemed like an eternity to Dib, the trio reached a pair of large doors blood-red doors, framed with Irken skulls. This was more than enough to freak Dib out and could only stare at Zim as if he were the weirdest being he had ever come across (not particularly untrue in his opinion) as the Irken seemed to nearly be bouncing for joy.

When at las the doors were opened Dib at last was allowed a view at the most highest authority upon Irk, the Tallest and the Control Brain. Zim grinned victoriously and marched forward with all the authority of a dictator, which, Dib assumed, he was about to become. When at last Zim came to a stop at the bottom platform, at the base of the staircase that led up to the Tallest's platform and then the Control Brain beyond it. Dib had seen the tallest a few times, even talked to them once years ago when Zim had been taken by Sizz-lorr to Food Courtia. Still, he couldn't hep but feel awkward standing before the Irken Empire's leaders...or...soon to be ex-leaders as it were.

For a moment an awkward silence filled the air, broken only by Gir's playful laughs in the background as he bothered one of the guards by continuously running around him. Then at last Purple spoke, "Hey! Isn't that that big-headed kid?" he questioned, pointing at Dib while turning to Red with a raised eye (as they had no eyebrows).

Red studied Dib for a moment before his eyes became wide with recognition, "Hey yeah! You're right. Nice choice for a second Zim. What, you couldn't find anyone with a smaller head?"

Dib glared and was about to retort that his head wasn't THAT big, when Zim interrupted him, placing an arm before him, his evil grin never faltering. "The Dib-monkey's head MAY be quite large, but he is the tallest and most worthy of the" Zim squirmed momentarily before he was able to continue, "HU-mans. Besides he's tall enough isn't he?" Zim added, crossing his arms and looking slightly put-off.

Dib sent him a side-long glare before turning back to face the Tallest as they spoke. "Well...he IS taller than us." Purple commented reluctantly.

Red nodded and studied Dib once more, "And he's not COMPLETELY hideous." The two Tallest nodded after a moment and sighed in unison. "Alright Zim," Red began, sounding strained, "You and your filthy human Second will be crowned Tallest."

Zim enthusiastically clenched both of his hands before bringing them to his sides in a way Dib had often done himself when he had received something of note and let out a successful 'Yes!'.

"Alright then you two. Come on up here so we can set you up in the 'crowning chamber' and get your DNA samples." Purple said, stepping slightly to side and gesturing off to his left at something that reminded Dib greatly of one of those freezers you see in the back of a fast-food joint.

"Crowning chamber?" Dib asked nervously, not liking the sound of this at all.

"Oh be quiet earth scum. Zim is this close to becoming ruler of the Irken empire. You will not ruin Zim's chances by having 'the nerves'." Zim hissed furiously, pulling Dib forward by his sleeve. The human found he had no choice but to go along with this stupid 'crowning' if he was ever going to get out of this thing with his head attached.

However, he nearly bolted when the two Tallest opened the doors to the 'crowning chamber' to reveal some-sort of plush purple room covered in nothing but large cushy pillows upon a mattress-floor. There were odd three-inch wide holes in the walls that Dib did not trust at all and was fairly certain did not release anything 'fun'. He took a step back muttered to Zim quietly and nervously, hoping not to reveal to the two other tall Irkens that he was afraid. "I'm not sure about this Zim...just what does this 'crowning' entail anyway?"

Zim glared at him and hissed back angrily, gripping the collar of Dib's jacket in order to make his point clear. "Zim is only going to say this ONCE Dib-worm. You will NOT ruin this for Zim...if you do Zim will tear out your organs and ...and this time Zim will NOT put them back when he is done."

Dib swallowed audibly and nodded in understanding before at last Zim released him. And then, together, the two walked into the crowning room. As the entered and stood upon the threshold, the doors slid shut behind them with a foreboding 'hissing' sound which had Dib jumping.

For a moment the duo simply stood in silence, Zim examining his pointed gloves, as if he were a girl examining her nails, though Dib knew that Zim was far from being a girl. Dib in the meantime let his eyes wander around the room until at last an odd computerized voice spoke out, seemingly from the walls. "The crowning ceremony has now commenced. In order to ensure the future safety of the new tallest a DNA sample is required. In accordance with Irken law the two Tallest candidates will now perform a mating ritual in order for their DNA to be collected and stored for future use. Lubrication will be provided for your convenience. Have a nice day!" And then the voice disappeared just as a tube of lubrication was shot out of each of the holes that Dib had been so frightened of earlier.

The awkward silence had suddenly grown a whole new level. Dib's face had taken on quite a ruddy color while Zim merely looked annoyed. "We...We have to WHAT?! Hold on this is NOT what I signed up for! You can forget this whole thing Zim I'm getting out of here!" Dib cried in a panicky sort of tone, his voice rising half an octave in his distress.

He turned to bang upon the door only to feel a pair of claws grip his shoulders and toss him away from the door. Dib fell onto his back and recovered only fast enough to see the look of pure anger upon Zim's face at having Dib try, for a third time, take away his chance at becoming the most powerful Irken in the galaxy. "Must Zim painfully DRILL this into your enormous brain Dib-filth?!" The Irken snapped crossing the room in predatory strides, as Dib tried to pull himself to his feet despite the silky texture of the cushions that served not only as the bedding but the floor as well. It was only seconds before Zim was glaring Dib in the face and gripping him by the collar once more. "Now you WILL mate with Zim willing or Zim will FORCE the mate rituals upon you."

Dib glared down at the Irken and for the first time in his life couldn't care less that he was an alien. "That is IT! I am SICK of taking orders from you! You dirty alien bastard!" Dib cried back, grabbing Zim by his own collar and shoving him forward, sending them both into a tumbling mess as Zim had refused to release the human's coat collar.

"You filthy earth-pig!" Zim hissed promptly hitting Dib square in the jaw. "How dare you refuse ZIM!"

Dib merely wiped away the blood from the split-lip he had just earned and threw himself ontop of the alien once more, grabbing him around the middle as he slammed him into the cushy floor below. He managed to repay Zim for the sock to the jaw once before the Irken grabbed his other hand with his own clawed one. Dib growled and rolled to the side, hoping to break free. This attempt was foiled as Zim not only hung on but clawed at his shoulder, his claws scraping through both coat and flesh. Dib let out a hiss kneed the Irken promptly in the gut once.

Zim let out a grunt of pain and reached down to grab either side of Dib's neck before shooting downward to bite harshly at Dib's neck. To the alien's surprise however, the human did not let out a sound of pain but instead moaned in pleasure. Zim pulled away nearly instantly and for a moment the alien and human eyed each-other as they had upon Zim's ship, though this time fear was replaced by anger.

Then it happened in a rush. Neither one could figure out who closed the distance and brought their lips together for the first time, but they didn't seem to care as they eagerly attacked each other in a new way. They fervently tore at each other, each one fighting for supremacy, Zim's wiry irken tongue wrapping around Dib's in a way that was both odd and highly provocative. The make-out session lasted for quite a while before Dib rolled them over once more, pinning the smaller male body beneath his own. He ripped off his coat with a sense of urgency, quickly following it by his shirt, though oddly enough, once he was free from both he found that all he wanted to do was grin sadistically down at the alien pinned beneath him.

"You know I'll beat you at this too Zim..." Dib ground out just as he ground his hips against the Irken. Zim let out a hiss of pleasure before glaring furiously up at the human and grabbing him by the shoulders. "Over Zim's dead and mutilated body you will!" he snarled flipping them over once more.

Dib couldn't figure out how the Irken lost his gloves so quickly, his mind was in a haze from the feel of Zim's tongue roving over his chest and nipples like some sort of warm, wet, snake. Dib hardly raised the effort to stop the moans and breathes of pleasure he emitted at the alien's ministrations. And closed his eyes when Zim found a particularly sweet spot upon his neck to suckle and nip at. When the human had opened them again Zim's shirt was gone and Dib found he couldn't help but marvel at the Irken's naked and hairless chest.

And then Dib spotted the victorious smirk upon Zim's face and found his anger renewed. He growled in an animalistic manner that was beyond his reasoning to explain and pulled himself up, grabbing the alien's shoulders to pin him to the wall. There he attacked the Irken's neck as the green male had attacked his, though he bit at it harshly before running his mouth upward to meet the alien's mouth once more. Dib's mind couldn't keep up with his actions as his hands searched the other's flesh with rough and unrestrained passion. Then, at last, Dib's hands came to the hem of the alien's pants. With a forceful groan he pulled them down, past the alien's hips, and wrapped his ever searching hands around Zim's arousal.

This, however, seemed to snap Zim out of whatever trance he had been in as he shoved Dib back down onto the cushy floor and pillows and stared down at him in a way that a lion stares down at a Zebra. He kicked off his boot unceremoniously and let his pants simply slip off before he slowly slinked downward and crawled his way up Dib's body to the buckle of Dib's dark jeans. The human couldn't help but gaze in pure sexual awe at him as he did so. And Dib couldn't help but think, 'When had Zim ever been this sexy?' before the alien had ripped his pants open with less remorse than he had had collecting the organs of his human classmates ten long years ago.

Dib's boxers and jeans were pulled down with as much passion as he had been punched with and the teenager found he couldn't do anything but watch as the Irken pulled himself up and drizzled lubrication all over his throbbing cock. Dib moaned audibly as Zim made sure that he was fully coated, and the alien couldn't help but smirk at the control he had over the earth-scum, his rival who had thwarted him more times than he liked to think about.

However, just as the Irken was about to apply the lubrication to his own heated member, he found himself thrown back and pinned to the floor, a grinning raven-haired human hovering above him with a victorious smirk all his own. Zim was about to let out one of his patented threats/insults, when he suddenly felt Dib enter him, roughly, and without mercy. Zim let out a cry of pain but snarled in anger at the human's actions. He gripped the human's shoulders and dug into them in both fury and pain. The teen didn't seem to mind however as he pulled back out only to thrust into the alien once more.

This time Zim's cry was one of pleasure and Dib couldn't help but grin at the sound. He bit down on the Irken's neck as he began to thrust into him over and over again, torturing both Zim's neck and his lower regions by dragging their bodies ever closer in a sick sort of friction. Zim snarled in irritation at the loss of control however he knew he wasn't beaten yet, though he was so close. So infuriatingly and wonderfully close.

Dib himself didn't notice the sound of the pak arms revealing themselves. Didn't even see them until he suddenly felt something tear into him from behind. He let out a howl of pain and had to fight back the tears as the thing thrust into again and again mercilessly. He glared down at the sneering alien below him and let out a howl of rage, pulling at the alien's antennae. Zim himself whined in pain though he squinted up in rage at the human and merely forced the pak leg in deeper.

All at once Dib's vision went white, and felt the pleasure override the pain. HIs grip on Zim's leggu loosened and instead he fingered it it softly as he began thrusting into the alien once more. Together they were a mass of friction and heat, neither one willing to give up total control, though each one secretly wished to both rule and be ruled as the pleasure was too great to stand. Then at last Dib came, spilling his seed inside of the Irken below him. Zim let out a guttural moan as he too succumbed and let loose his essence upon the them both.

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Outside of the 'crowning chamber' Red, Purple, and Gir sat upon a couch, one tallest on either side of the tiny robot. They each munched happily from a huge shared bowl of popcorn and watched with matching giddy grins as the screen before them let out noises of both pain and pleasure. "Why do they make those funny noises?!" Gir asked Red, seeming curious.

Red merely sighed in irritation, "There is no way I'm explaining it. YOU explain it to him." he stated simply.

Purple placed his hands on either side of his hips and glared over at Red, "Why do I have to explain mating rituals to the robot? You were the one who put his body together!"

"Yeah, but you're the one who gave him a paperclip, some string, and a bouncy ball for brains." Red retorted, his square eyes never moving from the screen.

There was another moment of silence between them as the three returned to watching the screen before them before Gir spoke up once more, this time turning his question to purple. "Did you guys do it like that?" he asked, pointing at the screen.

At this Red smirked and merely sent Purple a meaningful glance, "Actually, we got it done with less violence. He always HAS had a filthy love for mating."

Purple glared at Red once more, "Oh and like you don't!"

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Neross : ...well...there you go. HAPPY NOW FOOLS?! ...I'm gonna go make some waffles or something. Feel free to leave a review or perish or something...smut is draining ...