Author's Warning! This chapter shall be a lemon of lemony goodness. NYA!
The first thing that ran through Dib's mind as he realized what he did was; Oh, crap! Yet, the first thing that ran through Zim's mind was; Oh, yes! Finally! Victory for Zim!
Dib yanked back, face fully flushed, eyeing Zim's maniacal grin with calculated carefulness. I know that look! He's thinking something! Something evil!
"Dib-thing," Zim inquired thoughtfully. Please just let my death be quick and painless… "What was that?" Dib froze. What? Wait, he doesn't know what a kiss is? I can still get out of this alive!
"Uh, that's something called…er, a curse! Yeah," Dib explained hesitantly. Zim cocked a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Really? And what does this curse mean?" Every word was honey-coated; it was obvious he didn't believe a word Dib said but the human was too busy making up what a curse was to notice.
"Uh, it's a symbol of, uh, pure hatred! Yeah, humans do it to express how much they hate each other," Dib lied nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Zim grinned once more.
"Really? Then let me return the favour." Before Dib could understand what he meant, Zim had moved forward, arms wrapped around the human's neck and lips pressed against his, demanding attention. He gasped, surprised, allowing Zim's demanding tongue entry into his mouth.
Zim knew that this act was actually called a kiss but he never fully understood what it meant; only witnessing this act between two humans while walking down the hall. It actually disgusted him when he first witnessed it, but now, as he ravished his human's mouth, it became a more appealing action to him.
"Ngh…" Dib mumbled unsuccessfully against Zim's mouth, having backed up against the other side of the couch, the alien still on top of him. It was funny; not funny ha ha, but funny weird. A part of him, the paranormal investigator part, wanted him to shove the alien away or capture him or something. But, anouther part, something buried that now rose from them depths of his mind, wanted to continue.
Some sick, deceptive desire wanted him to go further.
Dib felt light headed, forgetting how to breathe.
"Hm, you don't taste as I imagined," Zim murmured, pulling away and resting his head on Dib's neck, observing his reaction. The human seemed to be dazed, thinking; I shouldn't let him think.
"Ah!" Dib cried as Zim starting sucking his neck, swirling a serpentine tongue over the sensitive area of his jugular. The human felt dizzy. "Z-Zim," he struggled.
"Yes, Dib?" he purred against the crook of the neck, nuzzling it with the spot where his nose would be if he were human. Dib's breathing was irregular, affected by Zim's actions.
"Please… stop," he panted, heart beating thunderously. Immediately, Zim sat up, pinning Dib's arms on the arm rests of the couch and pressing his forehead against the humans; his crimson eyes were searching, yet desperate.
"Tell me, Dib; how are you feeling right now?" he asked calmly, though he started rubbing his body up and down Dib's. Dib golden orbs became half lidded; his pupil's were large behind his glasses.
"Hm, I- Zim," he breathed, his voice thick with both want and need. Zim felt his own self control slipping at the sound of Dib's need, feeling his own arousal press against his tight uniform pants.
"Tell me," he growled, releasing one clawed hand and slicing it into Dib's shirt and flesh, an animalistic glint entering Zim's gaze. Dib let out a surprised yelp of pain.
"I… ah, I feel… weak," Dib panted, his cheeks flushed. He didn't care anymore; he needed this just too much to resist anymore. He didn't care that he had already submitted to the alien, he just needed the release he'd denied his body for so long already.
"Good, my Dib," Zim purred, continuing to slice Dib's shirt, though careful not to break the skin further. He'd seen the human's exposed torso once when they had gym scheduled together; of course, that ended as soon as they fought and broke a pair of tennis rackets. But, as soon as the flesh was revealed, he attacked the unclaimed territory, licking, nipping, and sucking the untouched skin.
Dib tried to contain the sounds that started to emit from him, wanting moans and gasps he tried desperately to muffle. Seeing nothing to help, he leant forward, grasping one of Zim's revealed antennae with his mouth and letting the sounds out, muffled against the velvety stalk.
Zim shuddered, feeling the vibrations run down through his spine. The sensitive appendages being warmed by the warm, moist cavern was enough to fully arouse Zim but, Dib letting the sounds escape from his mouth and vibrate down his sensitive stalk was too much for the alien.
Whatever was left of Zim's self-control, snapped.
Dib could sense Zim's desperateness by the pick up in speed as he rubbed his length against Dib's, still clothed.
"Ngh, Zim," Dib murmured into the antennae. Dib suddenly felt his competitive mind return. Why should I submit so easily? That little voice in the back of his mind questioned as Zim's hand shot down to the zipper of Dib's jeans. I should… just… god, this is amazing but…
Zim yelped, surprised as Dib shoved himself forward. The human's mouth was on his, just as demanding as his had been previously, as his hands roamed the green body beneath him, tugging at the edges of the clothing. The edges of the pink invader uniform Zim had worn for years.
Zim now despised this clothing article, both because it was blocking him from claiming Dib as his own and because it signified a loyalty to the planet that cast him as an outsider. With a growl, he broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over his head, plans of burning it running through his mind as he tossed it carelessly at the TV.
Once more, he occupied himself with the zipper on Dib's jeans, growling in frustration as he fiddled with the thing. Dib smirked, shuddering at the sensations of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive area.
"What's the matter, Zim?" he panted, rubbing Zim's own bump. Zim groaned, closing his eyes tightly as the sensations took him over. "The zipper too much for you?"
Growling, Zim managed to pull to pants down at the same moment Dib managed to. Both of them froze.
"What the… fuck?" Dib questioned. Zim looked at him with a slight glare.
"I could ask you the same thing. No matter! Resume the face sucking!" Zim demanded, grabbing Dib's face. The human submitted, uncaring as they kicked off the clothing, letting them fall to the ground. Zim pushed Dib backwards, resuming the top position.
"Hey… ngh… it might hurt- AGH!" Dib cried out as the alien pushed himself in roughly. Zim froze though, witnessing Dib biting his lip in pain.
"How is something that's supposed to be pleasurable painful?" Zim breathed, pulling out and slamming in once more, Dib wincing.
"There has to be some level… of pain," he answered between pants. "For there to be pleasure." Zim moved slowly, allowing his human to adjust; after all, he didn't want to damage him. I'm going to need Dib even more after this.
Dib clutched Zim, his grip tightening with each thrust. Suddenly, as Zim went deeper, a wild flash of blis hit him, causing his already fuddled mind to melt and his eyes squeeze tight, enjoying the mingled pleasure.
Zim, in his own primitive state of pleasure, noticed Dib's sudden change in attitude, picking up his pace and digging deeper, wanting to see that look on Dib's face once more. Every time he hit that spot, Dib moaned deliciously with such a want- no, a need for Zim that caused his own pleasure to reach a higher level of intensity.
"ZIM!" Dib cried out as he released, his mind spiraling as he released, covering Zim's bare torso with the stinky substance. Zim felt the muscles inside Dib clench around him and he felt himself release with his own amount of pleasure, an intelligible string of sounds escaping him.
For a moment, they just lay there, hanging onto those last moments of bliss and pleasure left. Zim then nuzzled his face into Dib's neck.
"You know, Dib-thing," he breathed. "As much as you may deny it, you need me. Whether as an enemy or not, you need me." Dib cleared his throat, estimating a response.
"That… also means that you need me," he responded between pants. "You made the first move anyways." Zim smirked.
"No, you did; you kissed me first." Dib shook his head.
"No, you did by coming to earth," he corrected. Zim thought up an appropriate response.
"Well, you did chase me with a pair of handcuffs that first day after skool," Zim noted with a sadistic grin. Dib flushed, if it was possible to flush redder than he already was.
"Yeah, well… shut up and kiss me." Zim grinned once more before pressing his lips against Dib's, softer than most of the other times it had happened in this one night.
Moving his lips against the alien's, Dib thought about the project, left open in text on the TV. A personal touch, Zim, addicted…
He broke the kiss with a grin, Zim looking at him with an accusing look.
"I know what we'll do for that personal part of the project."
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SQUEEEE!
I'm not a huge fan of writing lemons but I think this one turned out well. If not, SORRY, but I'm fourteen! What more can you ask?
HOLY SHIT! My cat just flew across the room! HAHAHA! That made my day.
Yep, this technically is the end of the story, although I am making an awesome EPILOGUE OF DOOM!
Yes, on a side note, throughout this entire lemon, I was listening to The Servant – Liquefy. It has no relations to the story at all but I luffs that song! It's a good song.
Lexi!
PS. I didn't describe what Zim looked like under the uniform because I figured that you sick people who read this will imagine something completely different from what I imagine. I just dislike fanfics that try to pass Zim off as a female through some convoluted yet understandable reasoning that his reporoductive organs evolved somewhere through the entire phase of irkens becoming attached to machines and, therefore, asexual or something.
Nope, Zim's a dude. Some kind of dude but a dude all the same. Didn't any of you watch the Room with a Moose; one scene on the moniters shows Dib kicking him in the groin and then he makes a funny face. I know because I laughed my ass off at that part particularly. So eat bacon if you feel sad about it, because I DON'T! Mmm, bacon.