Post by the_who on Nov 26, 2008 3:31:35 GMT -5
(ZADR - no idea why i wrote it. just tired.)
"Damn it, Zim."
The only sound in the room was the low grumble of machinery and the sound of soft lips against flesh. The scenery was plain - a room of cords and wires, but a round bed in the center, of red shades.
The Irken's hands roamed up the Dib's torso, lips marching down the center of Dib's chest, down his 'happy trail', but stopped abruptly at the denim rim of the human's jeans. Dib moaned, his shirt pushed up towards his chin. The small alien upon him licked his navel - deadly intoxication, this was.
The Irken released a purr, hands flittering over Dib's chest, towards his nipples. He fingered them lightly before his claw-like hands, hidden in glove, used Dib's chest to pull himself upward.
His purring became a coo as Dib lazily petted his antenna, softly, gently, just barely touching it - teasing. "Dib-worm... cease that nonsense." he muttered with a slight frown, brushing Dib's hand away. Dib didn't stop, though, and his stomach curled as he leaned forward, Zim slipping and losing his position as the human's once flat surface became curved, as Dib leaned downward to nuzzle his antennae, breathing gently across it. "Filthy... stinking... hyuman... Dib... oh Irk, Dib...."
He had never felt such an explosive sensation, the feeling of saliva dripping from his antenna causing him to coo and moan as Dib's tongue gently caressed it, swirling about it in the likeness of a snake. Zim's breathing became shaky. "Oh... oh Irk.... Stop it!" he snapped, shoving up on Dib's jawboan cruelly. He panted, ruby eyes wide, trying to regain his dignity. His antennae stood erect, perked, hoping for more despite his uttered insults.
"Heh, touchy, are we?" Dib asked, a smooth look behind his glasses, shocking the Irken as his hand roamed up into the shirt of his uniform, feeling the Irken's tummy over. The Irken moaned, and kicked Dib sharply as his pelvic bones were skimmed. Dib only snickered, amused.
"I have not permitted you to touch me!" Zim said quickly, "So... do not... or I'll... feed you to the beavers! Yes... mmhmm, the beavers. Myep." He nodded his head, as if it made perfect sense. He squeaked and fidgeted as his request was promptly ignored, his neck licked. "DIB-FISH, HALT!" Zim insisted, panicking at how these little actions could cause his mind to fuzz so, could send him into such a false security, could cause him to let go of everything and feel only the ecstacy of the moment.
"Psh, no way." Dib smirked, and Zim yelped as his Dib nibbled on the hem of his shirt, leaning over quite a ways, then drew it upward with his teeth. Zim closed his eyes, just the thoughts running through his head enticicing.
"Oh my Tallest...." Zim mumbled as his newly bare chest was stroked by the back of Dib's hand. He kicked his legs. "Why didn't we think of this before?" he asked impatiently.
"Because you were too busy being an ass."
"Zim is no donkey! Nor a filthy mammal-smelly!" he snorted, "You're... icky... insult shall be... immensely punished!" But he only cooed and moaned, leaning his rear forward as Dib kissed down his equivalent of a collarbone. Zim rolled his neck, his shoulders churning, his moans not going unnoticed. "CEASE!"
"Fine then." Dib said, but with something smug in his voice. His fingers pulled away. Zim sat for several minutes, but began feeling strangely empty.
"Uh... Dib-stink...."
"Yeah green bean?"
"Take Zim." Dib closed his eyes as his lips were roughly taken, by another mouth that was unexperienced and brash. But he smilled, especially as Zim purring once he began licking the Irken's antennas again. "Dib-worm?"
"Yeah?"
"I think this is turning into a rather beneficial alliance."
"Damn it, Zim."
The only sound in the room was the low grumble of machinery and the sound of soft lips against flesh. The scenery was plain - a room of cords and wires, but a round bed in the center, of red shades.
The Irken's hands roamed up the Dib's torso, lips marching down the center of Dib's chest, down his 'happy trail', but stopped abruptly at the denim rim of the human's jeans. Dib moaned, his shirt pushed up towards his chin. The small alien upon him licked his navel - deadly intoxication, this was.
The Irken released a purr, hands flittering over Dib's chest, towards his nipples. He fingered them lightly before his claw-like hands, hidden in glove, used Dib's chest to pull himself upward.
His purring became a coo as Dib lazily petted his antenna, softly, gently, just barely touching it - teasing. "Dib-worm... cease that nonsense." he muttered with a slight frown, brushing Dib's hand away. Dib didn't stop, though, and his stomach curled as he leaned forward, Zim slipping and losing his position as the human's once flat surface became curved, as Dib leaned downward to nuzzle his antennae, breathing gently across it. "Filthy... stinking... hyuman... Dib... oh Irk, Dib...."
He had never felt such an explosive sensation, the feeling of saliva dripping from his antenna causing him to coo and moan as Dib's tongue gently caressed it, swirling about it in the likeness of a snake. Zim's breathing became shaky. "Oh... oh Irk.... Stop it!" he snapped, shoving up on Dib's jawboan cruelly. He panted, ruby eyes wide, trying to regain his dignity. His antennae stood erect, perked, hoping for more despite his uttered insults.
"Heh, touchy, are we?" Dib asked, a smooth look behind his glasses, shocking the Irken as his hand roamed up into the shirt of his uniform, feeling the Irken's tummy over. The Irken moaned, and kicked Dib sharply as his pelvic bones were skimmed. Dib only snickered, amused.
"I have not permitted you to touch me!" Zim said quickly, "So... do not... or I'll... feed you to the beavers! Yes... mmhmm, the beavers. Myep." He nodded his head, as if it made perfect sense. He squeaked and fidgeted as his request was promptly ignored, his neck licked. "DIB-FISH, HALT!" Zim insisted, panicking at how these little actions could cause his mind to fuzz so, could send him into such a false security, could cause him to let go of everything and feel only the ecstacy of the moment.
"Psh, no way." Dib smirked, and Zim yelped as his Dib nibbled on the hem of his shirt, leaning over quite a ways, then drew it upward with his teeth. Zim closed his eyes, just the thoughts running through his head enticicing.
"Oh my Tallest...." Zim mumbled as his newly bare chest was stroked by the back of Dib's hand. He kicked his legs. "Why didn't we think of this before?" he asked impatiently.
"Because you were too busy being an ass."
"Zim is no donkey! Nor a filthy mammal-smelly!" he snorted, "You're... icky... insult shall be... immensely punished!" But he only cooed and moaned, leaning his rear forward as Dib kissed down his equivalent of a collarbone. Zim rolled his neck, his shoulders churning, his moans not going unnoticed. "CEASE!"
"Fine then." Dib said, but with something smug in his voice. His fingers pulled away. Zim sat for several minutes, but began feeling strangely empty.
"Uh... Dib-stink...."
"Yeah green bean?"
"Take Zim." Dib closed his eyes as his lips were roughly taken, by another mouth that was unexperienced and brash. But he smilled, especially as Zim purring once he began licking the Irken's antennas again. "Dib-worm?"
"Yeah?"
"I think this is turning into a rather beneficial alliance."