True to his word, Dib was all seriousness while he and Zim worked side-by-side on the nano-pod. Zim had managed to bypass the security guarding the enlargement ray and brought out his own specialized tools from his PAK. The alien chattered endlessly throughout, with criticisms, comparisons, and outright mockery for hyoo-man engineering.
"You have to use the secondary drive processor, not the tertiary one!"
"That configuration will never work. The deflector assembly is obviously incompatible with a yoke sharpener of that size!"
"What on Irk are you thinking, trying to fit that spring latch so close to the retainer shaft? Have you the brain worms?!"
Despite this, Dib could tell he was secretly enjoying himself. Zim couldn't keep the appreciation out of his eyes upon examining the high quality craftsmanship.
When they were done, a few hours later, they both stood back to admire their work.
The nano-pod looked exactly the same.
"That's amazing," Dib whispered.
"Naturally," Zim preened.
"Who knew you could cram so much artillery into such a small space? There's not even a bulge." As if to prove it, he stepped forward to run his fingertips down the smooth flat front of the pod.
Zim smacked his hand away, "Stop touching it!" he scolded.
"It's MY ship," Dib protested, glaring at him and rubbing the back of his hand.
"For now," Zim agreed, then clapped and rubbed his hands together with a wicked grin. "Now, what are we destroying with it?"
"WE aren't destroying anything," Dib put his hands on Zim's shoulders and spun him around, pushing him back outside. "YOU are going out to create havoc on the city and I'M staying behind to… to run some reconnaissance."
"Wait!" Zim dug in his heels and spun back around. He straightened as tall as his smaller statue would allow and jabbed an angry finger in the center of Dib's chest. "How do I know I can trust you, human?"
Dib rolled his eyes. "We've been through this. You already tested my loyalty and I passed." He grabbed the lapel of his trench coat and pulled it outward, revealing the inner lining and the golden irken symbol pin. "Remember?"
Zim bit the inside of his cheeks, not wanting to admit he'd forgotten.
Truth be told, he already had implicit trust in the Dib-beast. There was no need to test him further, and yet... there was something Zim wanted from him. He couldn't say what exactly. It was a nagging feeling, something that tugged at his mind whenever the human said things and... did things to him when he was upset. He wanted a reason to be upset now and so he went on insistently, "That was then, this is now! I want reaffirmation!"
The Dib cocked an eyebrow at him. Zim's face was flushed and his breathing was becoming harsh, almost husky. Dib's hands itched to touch him.
What the heck is happening here?
It seemed he'd been caught in a dangerous situation that could destroy everything he'd worked so hard for, if he didn't handle it carefully. He wracked his brain for inane cultural rituals that could be useful.
Slowly, Dib began lowering himself to the ground. Zim watched him warily, locking his gaze with the human's during the descent. Dib touched one knee to the ground and with his right hand reached out, taking the irken's right hand in his. Zim said nothing, just looked on curiously. Dib touched his forehead to the back of Zim's hand.
"In human monarchy, a kiss to the back of the hand is a sign of devout loyalty and fealty to one's lord," he explained.
Zim smirked and waited for the human to do so.
Instead, the Dib turned his hand over, so the palm was now facing upward. "But since we're equal partners, I don't owe you that." He looked up at Zim's face with a cocky smile. "Instead, I'll offer you this, with my promise to always be on your side."
Saying so, Dib kissed the palm of Zim's hand. It sent a pulse of electricity up the alien's arm and down his spine.
"... gain," he said almost inaudibly.
Dib furrowed his brow. "What?"
"Do... that" Zim gulped, "…again."
The Dib continued to stare at him oddly. Then, slowly, he brought his face down and touched his lips to Zim's palm once more.
Another electric pulse shot hotly up Zim's extremity. It fed into him, fed some lurking hunger that had only recently manifested itself. This was it. This was what he wanted.
As if reading his mind, Dib planted another kiss, further up, on his wrist this time, and looked up into Zim's face questioningly.
Zim stared back him and, almost unconsciously, licked his lips.
Dib felt his face explode with heat. Before he could stop himself, he started kissing a trail up the alien's arm. Zim's breathing grew heavier on each advance, and by the time he reached the irken's shoulder, he was practically panting.
He should have stopped there. The rational part of his mind shot up red flags and flashing sirens, indicating he was approaching something dangerous. But his rationality wasn't in control at the moment.
Dib's ministrations proceeded in toward Zim's collar bone, up his neck, down his jawline, and then...
Stop-stop-stop-stop! Dib's mind screamed at him.
Zim turned to face him, face flushed.
STOP STOP STOP ST-
They were kissing.
Crap, Dib realized he'd gone too far. Then Zim snaked an arm around his back, pulling him in closer, and his other arm clutched at the back of the human's skull, locking his head in place.
Crap-crap-crap-crap-crap!
Dib's right hand had, at some point, made its way up Zim's side until it was kneading his antennae gently through his fingers.
Zim gasped. Dib looked down at a wondrous sight. Zim's eyes were glazed over, his face was flushed dark green, and a string of saliva connected the tongues from their mutually panting mouths. Dib's warning sirens had reached such a high pitch they were no longer audible and the only sounds left were their ragged breaths and his own hammering heartbeat. He had time for one last Craaaap, before Zim's hand behind his head yanked him back down for another kiss and the last vestiges of rational thinking slipped away.
Zim had the sudden urge to pounce on the Dib-thing, pin him down like a meat-thirsty hogulus does its prey, and feel his struggles and writhing beneath him. He could picture it so clearly in his mind: the boy's tall lithe figure laid out like a feast before him. He dug sharp claws into supple flesh and attacked his mouth more hungrily than before.
Dib winced in pain as the claws drew blood, and the shock of it brought him back to himself. He broke the kiss and was suddenly, glaringly aware of the chaos surrounding them.
The flashing red lights and blaring sirens that he once thought were only in his head were going off all around them in the room. Not only that, the doors were slamming open and shut, the fire suppression system was blasting heptafluoropropane gas from the ceiling nozzles, and the computer was screaming "DANGER ALERT! DANGER ALERT! DANGER ALERT!"
There was no fire, no earthquake, no obvious danger to speak of, so what the heck?
His eyes fell upon his forgotten laptop. The one he'd been using earlier while talking with...
"DAMMIT, SHIP-ME!" Dib tried to yell above the din. "TURN IT OFF! I'M SORRY!"
The Dib-ship either didn't hear or didn't care. Dib realized all the noise and commotion was definitely going to attract unwanted attention. It was likely his father was on his way even at that very moment. He had to shut the systems down, now!
Dib tried to reach the consoles, but was yanked away by irken hands. He turned to find Zim glaring angrily up at him. "We're not finished here!" he snarled.
"Read the damn room. Zim!" Dib waved his arms dramatically at the mayhem around them. "We need to shut the systems down, now!"
Zim looked around irritated, as if only just noticing a pesky fly in the room. Instantly his spider legs deployed from his PAK, each glowing bright red at the tips. His body lifted off the ground as the legs carried him off to the center of the chaos, where he stood on a tripod of legs. The rest of the legs inverted and took careful aim at the alarms, accompanied by a sharp charging noise and brighter glow at each tip. Before Dib could stop him, Zim fired his shots and brought an instant, violent end to the pandemonium.
Zim turned back to face him, the radiance from his eyes and PAK legs glowing menacingly in the sudden darkness. The metallic clicking of his spider legs on tiled floor was the only sound now, and the flickering lights from sparking wires were the only illumination.
Zim lowered himself to Dib's height but didn't stow his legs away. "Now," he rasped as he slid one claw through Dib's hair. "Finish what you started."
Before Dib could answer, Zim captured the human's lips with his and returned to kissing him with a voracious appetite.
But the human wasn't having it.
He pushed the alien off of him and held him at arm's length; his face eerily illuminated by Zim's own glow.
"What the hell, Zim?!" he raged. "I wanted to shut off the system, not destroy it! This was supposed to be a covert operation, but now the cops, the fire department, and maybe even my dad are all going to come here!"
"This," Zim cupped the human's chin and brought it close. "This is more important."
Dib took a second to study Zim's face. There was something different about him. He seemed more… well, feral might be the word he was looking for. It was obvious that further attempts to reason with him would be futile. It was undeniable that all their past interactions were leading up to this point. Dib didn't really mind that part, but Zim REALLY needed to work on his timing.
He looked desperately around for somewhere they could hide, when he looked out the window and saw Doomy still standing, in plain sight on his lawn.
"Follow me!" Dib said, grabbing Zim's hand and pulling him along towards the Megadoomer.
Zim seemed to realized their destination and decided he could get them there faster.
Dib yelped as Zim picked him up bodily and used his PAK legs to make the leap from Dib's roof to Doomy's cockpit. Zim kicked the hatch release valve with his foot and dumped Dib unceremoniously into the pilot seat.
"Ow!" Dib rubbed his elbow. "Dammit, Zim, could you just-"
Zim ignored him in favor of dropping himself down firmly in the human's lap. A second well-placed pick had the hatch closing and a third activated Doomy's cloaking device.
Dib didn't know what to expect once he and the lusty alien were trapped together in the tiny cockpit of the Megadoomer, but it didn't take long for him to find out. Zim threw his arms around the human's neck and immediately began attacking him with sharp teeth and passionate kisses. Dib was not prepared for this at all. He felt as if his neck would snap at any second from how fast and hard Zim was biting him. His mind was racing a million miles an hour, he couldn't think properly. He felt his heart skip a beat as Zim began to bite down on his lower lip hard. Dib could feel Zim's sharp teeth, their tips pressing into Dib's soft skin...but not hard enough to draw blood.
Zim was practically crawling all over him. He continued to maul Dib's face as he pulled the human closer and closer.
Starting to genuinely fear for his own safety, Dib fell back on the only thing he knew could calm Zim down. He reached desperately towards the top of Zim's head.
Zim let out a low growl as he felt Dib touch his antennae. The touch had a weird affect on him. It did calm him down a little, but...
Zim slowly pulled away, breathing heavily as he gave Dib a lustful look.
"You..."
He paused, thinking over his words.
"You're mine."
Dib's brain stopped working.
"You know that, right?" Zim continued, leaning in towards him again.
Dib felt his breath hitch for a moment, as Zim suddenly kissed him again, but this time it didn't feel angry.
Zim began to move the tip of his tongue along the inside of Dib's mouth, gently teasing. His face was completely flushed now. He hadn't expected this to happen at all either, but he seemed extremely pleased. Zim's eyes were still glowing as he slid his teeth up the entire length of Dib's tongue, before slowly sliding them back down. He repeated this motion in a more deliberate and passionate way now. After biting his tongue in just the right spot, and then letting go, Zim grinned at the way the human's body trembled in response. He's never seen the Dib look so pleased before... it almost looks like he was enjoying this as much as Zim was.
Dib's eyes, which had widened in shock at first, were now half lidded. He didn't expect Zim to suddenly be so... gentle with him. He shuddered as Zim bit his tongue again and again. He felt a warm tingle in his stomach and a shiver run down his spine. The irken's teasing of Dib's already soft and sensitive tongue was turning him into a mushier... mush.
Zim smiled as he observed Dib's shaky breath, flushed countenance, and hungry eyes. The human was definitely hooked. He wanted more of what Zim did, and would probably do anything in order to get more of it.
This sparked a small idea inside Zim. Is it... yes! Zim realized that this could be the perfect tactic to make Dib do everything he wanted from now on!
Zim pulled away from Dib's mouth again, looking him up an down. His eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Dib-worm... you seem more relaxed and... well, compliant then usual. But, we do still have that mission to complete. So, let's get to it?" He stared into Dib's eyes as he slid his arms around the human's waist, pulling him in close again.
"Maybe afterwards you might want to come down to my lab again, for us to, uh... you know... do experiments?"
He whispered in Dib's ear as he says the last part, letting his breath tickle Dib's skin. "What d'ya say?"
"I-I, uh..." Dib's voice was shaky. "G-Gods, Zim..."
Dib's mind was in a haze of lust. He couldn't even form words at this point. His lips were still parted slightly and swollen from Zim's intense make out session. His body felt weak from the overload of pleasure, and a bit dizzy from not having been able to breathe properly.
Zim felt quite smug, as he stared at Dib's completely lovestruck expression, still holding him in his arms. The Irken knew exactly how to put Dib in his place now... and he loved just how effective it was.
