Neross: Blah. I have been much busy and er...blockaged. ...yeah just shut up. I'm updating now aren't I?

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warning: This chapter will contain violence, kinky sex, and possibly some mentions of torture...maybe even a little secret surprise there at the end. BUT I'M NOT TELLING SO HA!

Chapter Six : Invasion of the Idiot Reproductive Organs

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The morning following the resisty invasion Dib found himself staring out at the thousands of irken slaves cleaning up after the wreckage with amazing efficiency. Dib had to hand it to the Irken Empire they certainly knew had to get things done both quickly and cheaply. Still, it didn't make it any easier to swallow the fact that the creatures doing the actual work weren't irkens themselves (though there were some helping with the clean up ) but other species of aliens that the Irkens had enslaved. Planets that had been taken over and brought into submission. It brought into strake realization just would happen to the earth once Zim had had his way. The thought left a sour taste in the back of Dib's mouth.

He didn't like, even more so now that Zim had actually risked his life to save him, evil little irken bastard that he was. There were so many arguments going on in his enormous hippo-sized head that he didn't hear Zim come up behind him until the shorter green alien was standing directly beside him. Dib jumped when at last he turned slightly to see the alien and let out a sharp squeal of surprise. Zim grinned triumphantly and Dib frowned in response. "What do you want Zim?" Dib asked snidely.

Zim merely grinned and shrugged," Don't be so self-centered Dib, I didn't come back for you. I came back to relax after a promising day of torture. Are you enjoying the sites." Dib glared at the alien and clenched his fists at his sides. "I'd enjoy it more if I didn't have to witness the way your people enslave the races they conquer."

Zim merely waved the comment off and turned to the window himself, "Don't be an idiot Dib. Slavery is simply a good way of keeping the empire under control and providing the empire with cheap labor. It allows us to spend money on more important things...like weapons and donuts. " Dib merely stared at the alien blankly as if discovering how evil he was for the first time. "That's...that's..horrible."

Zim grinned and turned back to him, "Yes. I know." he replied pleased. Dib shook his head in exasperation. "You know what Zim. The empire DESERVES to be rebelled against. The way you treat your 'subjects' is nothing short of inhuman and...and the way you get information is even worse."

Zim's smile fell and he turned to Dib with a furious glare. With a growl he pushed Dib violently and then began to snarl at him " Of course we are inHUMAN...we are Irkens! What may seem strange to you is the way we have lived for eons! And how dare you act superior to us irkens when your race tortures as well! Your races entire sordid history is filled with exploitation of it's own ngh...PEOPLE. We IRKENS do not enslave our own so don't you DARE act as if you are morally superior to ZIM!"

Dib looked at Zim in a mixture of mortification and anger and pushed the alien back. "Your people enslave planets for no good reason!" Zim shoved him forward, forcing the human to fall back onto Zim's bed. "Your people enforce public transportation! " Dib hesitated and rose an eyebrow. "That...that's not really a bad thing."

"You're Lying!" Zim shouted, diving on top of Dib without a second warning. There was a tussle upon the bed with each male shouting insults to other, though no true blows were thrown.

"Filthy human!"

"Slaver!"

"Ignorant Dib beast!"

"Idiot Irken!"

"Large headed worm baby!"

"Self-obsorbed prick!"

The argument went on for a while. Until at last the two lay panting, Zim ontop of Dib. Both were glaring respectively, though neither were glaring at the other anymore. Dib lay glaring up at the ceiling while Zim glared at the opposite wall. Then at last Zim propped himself over Dib and glared down at him, Dib returning the favor. "You mated with me..." the irken growled. And for once Dib was confused as to whether or not the alien was insulting him or merely stating a fact. However he forced his glare to remain, "You shoved a metal leg into me. I think we're even."

Zim hissed and leaned in to Dib with a sneer. "Zim risked his superior form to save you human stink creature."

Dib blinked in surprise, it amazed him that Zim seemed to remember or even care about that random moment. And it was in that hesitation that allowed Zim to let out his frustration by flinging Dib off the bed so that the Irken could bury his head into his new bed in peace. The dark-haired teen growled in annoyance and took his revenge by kicking said annoyance off of his royal bed. There was a 'thump' and a general sound of both irritation and pain before Zim was on his feet again. Dib stood as well and another glare fest began, though there was less heat behind it then before.

"Stoopid human..." Zim muttered.

"Crazy idiot irken. " Dib murmured back.

The two stood in silence for a while, neither one quite willing to let go of their frustration, nor willing to start yet another fight while there were bruises still healing.

Then that feeling that had hit them on Zim's ship and again in the crowning chamber, hit them again, stronger than before. It stirred up a sort of awkward fumble where Dib, in his rush to make the feeling go away, leaped over the bed to pin Zim to the floor, crushing their lips together desperately, not wanting to think about it more than that one moment.

The Irken himself groaned into the kiss, with a mixture want and disappointment. With fervor the two pulled themselves up, never breaking the flaming contact of lip to lip, tongue to teeth. With a growing, primal, need Zim turned Dib around and with the use of his pak legs, pinned him to the wall. Forget the bed...forget the clothes, the alien no longer cared. One green, clawed hand, found a way up to touch and scrap, and grasp at pale skin, making the human against the wall moan in passion.

Zim could hardly feel himself as he pulled away the human's pants and underwear, though the irken symbol upon the boxers made him crack a smile. To his surprise Dib smiled back, though it was softer than the alien's which was more like a superior smirk than a sincere smile.

Zim preferred it when the human was glaring at him, losers don't smile, they bow down at the glory of the victorious. Zim was always victorious...he didn't like it that the Dib was daring to smile as if he had won something.

So the alien smiled back just as sweetly and kissed the human tenderly, he even allowed the human to open the fly to his own pair of black pants. Then, when the human started to lean over him, as if Zim would just submit to his will, Zim pushed him against the wall and jammed two bright green claws into Dib's warm, moist, mouth. The human was caught by surprise and pushed the alien back, wiping away at his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Zim just what the hell was-?!"

But Dib never got to finish his angry query as Zim's mechanical legs hoisted him off his feet and upwards, his back against the wall. The action forced the wind out of the bespectacled - teen. Zim gave no mercy, not even waiting for Dib to catch his breath before plunging a still-wet claw into Dib's awaiting entrance. The human cried out in pain and swore, grabbing onto Zim's shoulders to try and force him away despite the powerful robotic appendages which stuck him to the wall like glue and held him there.

Zim wiggled the claw he had forced in, this way and that, forcing out sounds of both pleasure and pain from the male he had pinned. The alien smiled up at his prey, happy to see that the smile at least was gone. The irken took this chance to study his counterpart, something he had never really had a chance to do on earth. Mostly because during those PUTRID and STINKY gym classes, Zim had made sure to avoid the showers as much as possible. He found Dib's erect breeding piece to be quite...fascinating. So much so that an idea formed inside his wicked little green head, even as he played with the opening and chest.

Zim knelt before Dib and curiously laid a hand upon Dib's manhood, forcing the human's eyes to shoot open, and then down. Staring at Zim in mixed euphoria and horror. Zim LIKED that look. So the alien leaned forward and, with all the speed of a slug, let his long, thin tongue snake from base to tip of Dib's throbbing member. Dib whined pathetically, biting his lip to keep back the sounds that wanted to escape. The irken on his knees before him, one green clawed hand playing with his cock, the other fiddling around inside him, grinned sadistically and wrapped his tongue around the human's pink and fleshy rod like a serpent, slithering first this way, than that.

Dib couldn't help the primal shout that grew from that feeling and his weeping dick answered in kind, growing so close, but never close enough to go over the edge of release. The human was sure that Zim was torturing him. "Zim...Zim please...stop...just...just stop!" Dib cried, hardly able to formulate a sentence in his addle-brained mind. Said alien grinned with his zipper-like teeth. "Stop what?" he asked innocently, inserting yet another claw at the same time as he wrapped his entire mouth around the head of Dib's other self. Dib choked and moaned helplessly though he gritted his teeth and glared down at the man...no...alien performing the sweet torture upon him. "That! Please stop doing that!" Dib snapped, trying to thrash despite the metal legs standing in his way. "Stop teasing me...ple...please!" Dib stuttered out the last as white dots danced before his eyes due to those sweet green claws dancing across his prostate.

Zim smiled victoriously and moved his mouth away drawing himself up Dib's eye-level once more. With not even a snap of his green finger's Dib found his legs suspended in the air, his arms clasped together above his head, and Zim was hovering over him, a new experience for the human to be sure. "Of course...tallest Dib...anything for you." Zim whispered, his tone both dangerous and smooth, reminding Dib very much of an old story about a snake, an apple, and a woman.

However, Dib forgot all about the story the second he felt that odd, throbbing, irken member thrust inside of him. It wasn't human, that much was quite easy to tell, but at the moment Dib didn't really care as those wonderful white dots were dancing before his eyes again. The raven-haired teen screamed out in pleasure as the alien inside him groaned. Zim thrust into him again and again without much mercy, moving at a pace that was both fast and powerful. It left the membrane boy without a single thought except for how good he felt.

Then, at last, Dib fell over the precipice and came, Zim following not long after. They crumbled to the floor in a heap, Zim's pak legs retreating in an instant that had them crashing upon each other unceremoniously. Nether cared, though Dib did let out a slight grunt of irritation. The two lay together, limbs intertwined haphazardly, staring up at the ceiling much as they had just after their fight. Tired, annoyed, and confused.

It wasn't until they both heard a familiar hyperactive squeel headed in their direction that either one of them dared to move. And then, the movement to recover discarded clothing was so quick that one could swear they were trying to escape from a fire. Dib was still trying to put on his pants when the tiny little SIR unit Gir burst through the door with a mad grin, holding what looked like a tray of muffins.

"Ah made muffins!" Gir exclaimed, which only caused to Dib to raise an eyebrow as he continued to try and pull up his pants as Zim went to go handle the tiny little robot.

"Gir! I am Tallest now, you should announce yourself before you enter Zim's chambers." Zim scolded his old companion, though he did not truly seem too mad. Dib however seemed a bit put off at having Zim ignore the fact that he was living in the 'chambers' as well. "Where have you been Gir?" Zim asked, this time truly seeming curious as to know what the defective SIR unit had been up to.

"Ah went to da CLONING room." Gir replied happily. Zim seemed to freeze, as if he could foresee where the robot was going with his explanation. "Gir...please tell me you didn't abuse the tallest DNA samples." Zim told him, his voice sounding more nervous than Dib could actually remember. And as the human zipped up his fly he began to understand why when the robot continued on with his little story of his antics. "Nooo...but I did make a babah! It's got your eyes," Gir said happily, pointing directly at Zim.

Dib was about to laugh, finding it hilarious that Zim had suddenly become a parent, until Gir pointed at him as well. "And your giant head. Its sooo cute! Wanna see?!"

Dib was pretty sure he heard his sister in the back of his head mocking him.

'Good job genius...your kid's even more hideous than you.'

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