Dib nearly tripped and fell, but managed to stay upright long enough to lean against a nearby wall. They hadn't physically fallen but, all of his barriers had. The doubts all brushed under a rug, sure to come back again but, for now he was kissing the enthusiastic alien, eyes shut so tightly that tiny flashes of red and black popped out at him, joining images of raining earth, their first kiss, old battles, average things like eating and laughing victoriously.
Dib's mind filled with memories that were Zim's, and his hands ached to be full of Zim, running over his skin, getting rid of the rest of their uniforms, sliding up Zim's neck and brushing against the sensitive antenna, wanting, needing all of Zim. The name was a prayer upon his lips in between frantic kisses.
Zim's breath escaped him in hisses and curses, pants and praises of Dib's name. The desperation that pooled in his belly fueled him to explore, unsure but eager hands learning every crook of Dib's person, just as his mind did with his memories and experiences. All the things that made him Dib, his mind and body, were in Zim's hands and he needed more. He needed to have the human's taste on his lips, his warmth in his hands. He let Dib lead, but Zim held nothing back in enthusiasm, taking control when he could. Grabbing his wrists and directing where to touch, barking soft orders and commands for more.
The human did his best to obey, losing himself in the alien's voice, his whispers, murmurs, pants, touching his skin, how could it be so god damn soft? He was all hard edges, ridges and bones topped with the smoothest skin known to the universe. Dib's lips parted, trying to take in as much air as possible before he was consumed again, bitten, sucked, licked, eaten whole by a being from another planet. Beads of sweat and drops of blood, little dribbles of pleading and then they fell onto something blessedly soft.
They'd unconsciously moved towards the mattress pad thingy. Dib paid little to no attention to it, nipping his way up a neck, down, licking the hard ridge of a collar bone as his hips seemed to find their own rhythm, wanting friction.
Zim nearly growled when the human fell on top of him, greedily wrapping himself around him and pulling him closer. He moved against the human, their skin slapping together in the small room, which was rapidly becoming stuffier as their pants and moans became more frequent. Zim allowed this for only a little while longer before pushing Dib off of him, shoving the anxious human to his back and climbing on top of him. He was an invader after all; he couldn't let someone else have the upper hand.
Grinning deviously, it was his turn to bite and suck and nibble, his serrated teeth making easy work of the heated flesh. His tongue quickly flicked out to soothe any sore spots he created, which were plentiful.
Dib was caught between clawing at the bed beneath them and holding onto Zim for dear life. He did both, panting for recycled air, feeling like he was coming apart the longer those teeth raked over him. It was like being shredded to pieces only it didn't hurt at all. Or if it did hurt, it was the best kind of pain and it was soothed not even a fraction of a second later by a long, ridged tongue. He'd never felt anything like this. It was beyond insane. He'd lost his mind, head thrashing back and forth, static building.
"Y-you…" Dib tried to breathe, sliding his hands up and down the alien's thighs, stopping to reach out when he realized there was something between Zim's legs; it wasn't too long, but it was ridged and slick in his grip. He took his time, tracing the edges of it, pumping Zim in his hands.
Zim tried to chuckle at Dib's reaction to his little love bites, but his breath caught in his throat when he was suddenly getting some attention he hadn't been quite prepared for. After a moment, his breath finally released in a groan, his hips bucking softly into Dib's touch. So sensitive. Never having been touched there before, the pleasure was overwhelming. His toes curled into the unforgiving fabric of their cot, his movements becoming more frantic and needy, his voice coming out in soft please and whimpers to his mate below him. He ran his claws over Dib's bare chest, leaving small lines in their wake down as they trailed down his belly.
"D-Dib! Dib…!" He moaned and arched his back, releasing himself into the human's hand.
The reaction that he drew from Zim was enough to leave him on fire. Dib licked his lips, touched his fingers to his tongue and nearly shuddered at how sweet everything was. A flurry of motion and he brought Zim back down for another bruising kiss, wanting more of that voice in his ears, crying his name, more clawing grips, more of Zim exploding for him, on him, because of him.
Zim writhed, hands tracing up and down along Dib's sides, chest and neck. His legs shifting, trying to find a grip so that he could press against Dib more, to absorb more of his heat, to rub their sweat-spotted bodies together. Needing more. More of this, more of /him/. His lips worked clumsily over the boy's, parting and closing over them again sporadically. He froze in his place, however, when he felt something prodding him gently. He shifted a bit, the object of said prodding nestling itself between his sprawled legs. A click of recognition and Zim's whole body was on fire. He looked at Dib with a soft asking in his eyes.
Dib felt it too, biting down on his bottom lip and nodding frantically. "Yes. Do it." He cried, as their bodies thrust together, becoming one exactly in the way he'd wanted, in the most primitive way that had been there since the beginning of time. Only there had probably never been such an odd pairing. Dib's skin felt too tight, the memories of a thousand stars, explosions in tandem behind his eyes, mixing too well with the steadily rising beat of his heart, with Zim's frantic cries, with their rhythm.
Zim groaned and whimpered into Dib's chest, his claws flexing and scratching at the skin as he ached to get a grip on something. Their lower halves bounced together and Zim's eyes screwed shut at the sense of fullness. Of being stretched beyond his limit in the most wonderful way. Memories of lazy summers and cold Earth winters played behind his eyelids as Dib whined and panted from underneath him.
Memories that weren't his flashed before him as they worked together to reach completion, to make the other holler their names. Zim propped himself up on his hands for leverage as he felt the tight sensation threatening to take over once more. A few more animalistic thrusts up into him, and Zim was digging his claws into whatever he could get them on, crying loudly as he rode out his climax.
The human's skin tore and his entire idea of the universe went with it. His orgasm reached the peak, they were connected, and breathing the same air, working towards the same goal and then everything went white.
For a few seconds, nothing existed but them. There was no Earth or the Massive. There weren't humans or Irkens. There were no responsibilities or missions that led them here. It was blank and Dib didn't think that he breathed or thought. It was impossible to do anything but tremble, quiver at the hands of something so uniquely primal that no words could form but, "Zim!" And it was breathless, going on forever, ending on a keen just as he collapsed with his mate on top of him.
Zim felt like he could breathe for the first time in years, taking in big gulps of recycled air that was too hot. The Irken lay his head down on Dib's chest, trembling softly as the remnants of…whatever just happened left him. He allowed himself a moment to savor Dib's marred skin underneath him, the salty-sweet smell of his sweat, and just the hint of his blood.
But it quickly got too hot for him and he rolled off, opting to nestle himself in the human's side, instead. An arm draped over Dib's belly, Zim gave one of his many love-wounds a soothing lick. He didn't know what to say at this point and for once he didn't feel the need to say anything. Everything was perfect the way it was.
Dib shivered at the lick, feeling like everything was a pin drop away from exploding, at the same time as it was perfectly balanced. Steadily, his breathing evened out even though the sound of his heart beat loud in his ears. Could Zim hear it as well? With an aching arm, he wrapped it around the alien lightly.
The room was filled with their scent; blood, sweat…the aftermath of what they just did began to settle in his gut. No longer a virgin, eh Dib? Lost it to an alien. But, hey, he had waited for marriage. A wry smile worked its way onto his face. Now that it was over, a million thoughts, observations, ideas, comments were flooding in. This was normal. He sighed and nuzzled the top of Zim's head, not caring if that was weird. Who even gave a shit? They were married now. Earth was saved. The Irken was stuck with him.
And with these new found memories, he could see who Zim really was; a jerk-wad. Not that Dib hadn't recognized that the first time they'd met. Or not so much met as saw each other through the glass while his father asked Zim questions. The irken was that, an irken.
Loyal to his empire. Willing to do anything. It was bred in them. It was like breathing. But, he was also rebellious in ways he had no idea about. Had a severe egotistical problem, would do anything for his leaders, just as soon as he would push them off their throne.
Zim had a mean streak but he could also be stupidly polite. He was a paradox of epic proportions. A puzzle of stupidity and genius. A mystery was being solved. A doorway unlocked. And Dib's very chest kept expanding. It was like the longer he basked in their aftermath, the longer he let Zim hold him, the more it felt that he was falling, reaching out for anything to catch him. Dib realized that in another life he probably could've easily hated the alien curled into his side. But, now all that filled him was contentment.
Dib's mouth was dry. Gross. "You're an idiot." He countered, finally.
Zim nearly jumped at the sound of Dib's husky voice. He sat up on his elbows, peering at Dib through groggy eyes. The human's brow was glossy with a veil of sweat, his eyes heavy lidded and shiny in the fog of what they had just done. Zim could barely register what the human had said to him. He blinked a few times, trying to get some sense normality back.
"Excuse me?" He finally managed, his own voice slightly gruff.
Dib smirked, and leaned back to stretch, working his muscles and feeling how sore he was. "Before you kissed me. You called me an idiot." His eyelids shut, and he basked in the lingering scent. There was no regrets, no panic. Yet. He was fairly sure that it would come soon.
Zim scoffed, his antennae falling flat against his scalp. He quietly admired Dib's muscles as the pulled and stretched under his fingers, recalling how they had been moving just moments ago.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He denied coolly, resting his chin on the human's bare chest, which was riddled with tiny love-scratches, most of which barely even broke the skin. They were hardly noticeable beside the dark hickies that played out on his neck.
Raising an eyebrow, Dib cracked a lid to glance down at the alien who looked about as casual as uh, his mind wasn't fully equipped just yet to come up with complicated metaphors. Instead, it wanted to shut down, recharge, sort through this new information. His arms finished their stretch before wrapping around Zim's waist. "Mmhmm. Well, I remember it quite vividly."
Zim nestled closely against the human, laying his head down. Dib's heart beat steady against Zim's cheek, and it seemed to be drumming a lullaby just for him. "Yeah, well." He murmured sleepily. "What do you know? You're an idiot, apparently."
Dib chuckled, sleepily. "Yeah well, you married me. So what does that make you?"
"Awesome, as always." Zim murmured simply before falling asleep.
A restless sleep that left him feeling more tired than rested. His conscious mind refused to leave him, scratching at him with burning remnants of the night. Dib had told him he trusted him. How dumb was that? How dumb was it that it resonated in Zim's mind, making him toss and turn. Images of those kind tawny eyes turning angry, hostile.
When he woke up, he felt out of breath and had to sit up. He looked down at Dib, still resting peacefully. His long eyelashes standing out against his pale skin, his dark hair a mess on top of his head. He was beautiful. In his own, alien way. Zim reached up and ran his fingers over his wounded shoulder, the skin already tight as Dib's name was already scabbing over. Dib's own shoulder was still glossy and pink, though it was healing. Zim's name engraved in pale flesh. A bond that would last a lifetime.
Zim worried his bottom lip. What was going to happen now?