Post by the_who on Nov 28, 2008 23:56:49 GMT -5
"Zim!"
Zim closed the door behind him, keys jangling, and blinked as he was tackled to the wall. A smug grin spread over his face when he felt Note's lips brushing his neck. "Good day, eh?"
"The test! I aced it! I can drive!" Note squealed, squeezing Zim tight. "I can drive left and right and to the store and to the library and to-"
"Yes, yes, that's all very well. Now put this on." Zim said, turning around, antennas flexing suggestively. He offered a plastic bag with the Hot Topic label across it. Note took it, raising an eyebrow - Zim hated Hot Topic.
"Eh?"
"Put it on for Zim." Zim said, leaning against the door. Note looked into the bag, and blinked, drawing out a pair of black skinny jeans with several straps and buckles across it. "With your boots." he said, making a 'hurry' gesture with his hand.
"Zim, you've been buying random crap all week. Are you trying to make an outfit?" Note asked, looking up as Zim's hands fluttered over his shoulders.
"Perhaps." Note shivered as the words were spoken into his neck, and swayed happily, letting the pants unravel, staring at them quizically.
"What are you up to?"
"I don't have any clue what your little human mouth is babbling about." Zim said smuggly, crossing the room, eyes closed, arms looped behind his back.
"Yes you do."
"Try them." Zim shrugged, leaving for the kitchen.
Note glanced down, and sighed, crossing to the bedroom. He kicked out of his shorts and pulled the new pair of pants up. They were a bit tight... but not horribly so. He looked in the mirror - not horrible. A bit too long, but they could be hemmed. He glanced around, looking for his boots. He sat on the bed, and flipped himself so he could look under it, giving a grin as he found them.
Retrieving them, he pulled them on so that they were over the pants. The many buckles glimmered, and Note smiled contently - it was sort of shiny. He scuffed the floor bashfully as Zim entered. The Irken assesed Note with a "Hmm...." He then began pulling his shirt off.
"Zim, what are you-" Note blinked as a pink Irken shirt came down over his head. It smelled quite like Zim. He struggled out of it, staring at it, then back at his topless boyfriend, who was leaning casually against the wall. "What... you want me to put it one?"
"That would seem to be the point of tossing it over your cranium, yes." Zim said, examining some invisible flaw on his claws... even though he was wearing gloves. Note looked down, and shrugged, tugging on his own shirt, relieving himself of it in exchange for the Irken uniform.
"Um... Zim...."
The Irken used his claws to tear the sleeves off, casting them aside. He hummed, disregarding how freaked out his smaller boyfriend was, and scratched his chin. He grabbed one of the sleeves, and punched a hole on the bottom. With that, he slid the hole over Note's thumb, pulling the sleeve back up, knotting it at the top when it could be pulled no further. It collapsed, and he scratched his head, then turned around.
"Know... retched... safety pin... aha!" He grabbed the little metal safety pin, and pinned the top portion of the sleeve tighter so that it wouldn't fall. It did. Finally, he simply pinned it back to the shirt, so that it was once again a sleeve. He gave it a moment - it stayed put. "INGENIOUS!"
"Zim, what are we doing?" Note asked shyly - the shirt was a bit too big for him, and the front portion that went down to Zim's knees went down to the center of his calves.
Zim smirked, and caused Note to yip as he pulled on the boy's hair. "Experimenting." He formed the hair upward, and glanced around quickly. He finally managed to find the hairwax, and squeezed a bead of it unto his hand. Note hummed as his hair was molded, leaning back - he liked when his hair was played with.
Finally, Zim ended, the hair pulled into a gentle medium-spike hairstyle. He walked a circled around Note, who tapped his finger-tips together. "Hmm... one last touch." Note blinked as Zim reached into his pocket, and retrieved an item.
"Hey, aren't those Dib's glasses?"
"Oh, the Dib-beast won't miss them... yet." Zim said, pushing them unto Note's nose, who blinked as the room went blurry. Zim hummed, frowning, and prompty removed them. "Nevermind." And so, Dib's glasses were stollen for no reason.
Again, he walked a circle around Note. Quite decidedly, he used a claw to rip off the bottom portion of the shirt so that it showed a bit of Note's belly, which he poked, receiving a squeak in reply. "You're hands are cold." Note blushed.
"Yes... yes they are." Zim said, holding them to his face for a moment. He turned Note around, and snipped the back of the shirt so that it came up to fit the same length before again going to Note's droors. He scratched his chin, then tossed Note a skirt with a chain full of charms. "Over the pants." he said, and Note complied, pulling it on over his head. He looked it over, the shook his head, and Note slipped out of it again.
"I still don't get what we're doing!" Note yipped as Zim cut the shirt even higher, so that it showed his navel. Zim dug around until he found a black short-sleeved vest, which was shorter than the now slice-up shirt. He slid it up over Note's arms, zipping it up halfway, the pink shirt poking out the bottom for a few inches. "Zim...."
"There! Perfect!" Zim said, grinning.
"W-wha-"
"Myup, I am trully amazing! I, ZIM!" Zim said, strutting back and forth with a grin. "Now you must leave, for I have changing to do!"
"Huh?" Note squeaked as he was shoved out of the bedroom, the door slammed behind him. He wriggled in his pants as he made his way to the couch, picking up his book from where it had been abandoned. A bit confused, he went back to reading.
When the bedroom door slammed open, Note looked up, and gawked, wincing. "Z-ZIM!"
"What? Am I not delicious!?" Zim snapped. He wore a black and red striped pair of capris, with several chains hanging down, and multiple belts. His invader boots showed an inch or so of his green legs. His chest was covered by a gray shirt that tapered into his pants, black and red striped sleeves down his arms. A black wig with a strand of red in it hung down to where human ears would be, and his blue contacts shimmered. But to top it all off, it seemed that he had stollen Dib's trenchcoat... lopping off the sleeves. Dib was going to have a hell of a time retrieving his wardrobe.
"WHAT ARE WE DOING!?" Note asked worriedly. He looked... ridiculous. No, they both looked ridiculous. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS!?"
"I researched the traditional wear of gay men on your-"
"TRADITIONAL!? I FEEL LIKE AN EMO YAOI PORN STAR!" Note screamed, "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PICK THIS UP?"
"Uh... your... enter-webs."
"The what?"
"You know... the... enter-webs?"
"Internet?"
"YES!"
Note stared... and stared... and stared.... "I feel stupid." And with that, he left Zim pouting as he began to walk across the livingroom towards the bedroom. But Zim's antennas suddenly perked, a grin spreading over his face, and he followed after, the door slamming behind him.
"ARE YOU GOING TO GET NEKED!?"
(I saw BRB Suicide... and I couldn't help but think 'God that would look horrible in real life'! And knowing how much a perv Zim is, the ending just seemed to fit.)
Zim closed the door behind him, keys jangling, and blinked as he was tackled to the wall. A smug grin spread over his face when he felt Note's lips brushing his neck. "Good day, eh?"
"The test! I aced it! I can drive!" Note squealed, squeezing Zim tight. "I can drive left and right and to the store and to the library and to-"
"Yes, yes, that's all very well. Now put this on." Zim said, turning around, antennas flexing suggestively. He offered a plastic bag with the Hot Topic label across it. Note took it, raising an eyebrow - Zim hated Hot Topic.
"Eh?"
"Put it on for Zim." Zim said, leaning against the door. Note looked into the bag, and blinked, drawing out a pair of black skinny jeans with several straps and buckles across it. "With your boots." he said, making a 'hurry' gesture with his hand.
"Zim, you've been buying random crap all week. Are you trying to make an outfit?" Note asked, looking up as Zim's hands fluttered over his shoulders.
"Perhaps." Note shivered as the words were spoken into his neck, and swayed happily, letting the pants unravel, staring at them quizically.
"What are you up to?"
"I don't have any clue what your little human mouth is babbling about." Zim said smuggly, crossing the room, eyes closed, arms looped behind his back.
"Yes you do."
"Try them." Zim shrugged, leaving for the kitchen.
Note glanced down, and sighed, crossing to the bedroom. He kicked out of his shorts and pulled the new pair of pants up. They were a bit tight... but not horribly so. He looked in the mirror - not horrible. A bit too long, but they could be hemmed. He glanced around, looking for his boots. He sat on the bed, and flipped himself so he could look under it, giving a grin as he found them.
Retrieving them, he pulled them on so that they were over the pants. The many buckles glimmered, and Note smiled contently - it was sort of shiny. He scuffed the floor bashfully as Zim entered. The Irken assesed Note with a "Hmm...." He then began pulling his shirt off.
"Zim, what are you-" Note blinked as a pink Irken shirt came down over his head. It smelled quite like Zim. He struggled out of it, staring at it, then back at his topless boyfriend, who was leaning casually against the wall. "What... you want me to put it one?"
"That would seem to be the point of tossing it over your cranium, yes." Zim said, examining some invisible flaw on his claws... even though he was wearing gloves. Note looked down, and shrugged, tugging on his own shirt, relieving himself of it in exchange for the Irken uniform.
"Um... Zim...."
The Irken used his claws to tear the sleeves off, casting them aside. He hummed, disregarding how freaked out his smaller boyfriend was, and scratched his chin. He grabbed one of the sleeves, and punched a hole on the bottom. With that, he slid the hole over Note's thumb, pulling the sleeve back up, knotting it at the top when it could be pulled no further. It collapsed, and he scratched his head, then turned around.
"Know... retched... safety pin... aha!" He grabbed the little metal safety pin, and pinned the top portion of the sleeve tighter so that it wouldn't fall. It did. Finally, he simply pinned it back to the shirt, so that it was once again a sleeve. He gave it a moment - it stayed put. "INGENIOUS!"
"Zim, what are we doing?" Note asked shyly - the shirt was a bit too big for him, and the front portion that went down to Zim's knees went down to the center of his calves.
Zim smirked, and caused Note to yip as he pulled on the boy's hair. "Experimenting." He formed the hair upward, and glanced around quickly. He finally managed to find the hairwax, and squeezed a bead of it unto his hand. Note hummed as his hair was molded, leaning back - he liked when his hair was played with.
Finally, Zim ended, the hair pulled into a gentle medium-spike hairstyle. He walked a circled around Note, who tapped his finger-tips together. "Hmm... one last touch." Note blinked as Zim reached into his pocket, and retrieved an item.
"Hey, aren't those Dib's glasses?"
"Oh, the Dib-beast won't miss them... yet." Zim said, pushing them unto Note's nose, who blinked as the room went blurry. Zim hummed, frowning, and prompty removed them. "Nevermind." And so, Dib's glasses were stollen for no reason.
Again, he walked a circle around Note. Quite decidedly, he used a claw to rip off the bottom portion of the shirt so that it showed a bit of Note's belly, which he poked, receiving a squeak in reply. "You're hands are cold." Note blushed.
"Yes... yes they are." Zim said, holding them to his face for a moment. He turned Note around, and snipped the back of the shirt so that it came up to fit the same length before again going to Note's droors. He scratched his chin, then tossed Note a skirt with a chain full of charms. "Over the pants." he said, and Note complied, pulling it on over his head. He looked it over, the shook his head, and Note slipped out of it again.
"I still don't get what we're doing!" Note yipped as Zim cut the shirt even higher, so that it showed his navel. Zim dug around until he found a black short-sleeved vest, which was shorter than the now slice-up shirt. He slid it up over Note's arms, zipping it up halfway, the pink shirt poking out the bottom for a few inches. "Zim...."
"There! Perfect!" Zim said, grinning.
"W-wha-"
"Myup, I am trully amazing! I, ZIM!" Zim said, strutting back and forth with a grin. "Now you must leave, for I have changing to do!"
"Huh?" Note squeaked as he was shoved out of the bedroom, the door slammed behind him. He wriggled in his pants as he made his way to the couch, picking up his book from where it had been abandoned. A bit confused, he went back to reading.
When the bedroom door slammed open, Note looked up, and gawked, wincing. "Z-ZIM!"
"What? Am I not delicious!?" Zim snapped. He wore a black and red striped pair of capris, with several chains hanging down, and multiple belts. His invader boots showed an inch or so of his green legs. His chest was covered by a gray shirt that tapered into his pants, black and red striped sleeves down his arms. A black wig with a strand of red in it hung down to where human ears would be, and his blue contacts shimmered. But to top it all off, it seemed that he had stollen Dib's trenchcoat... lopping off the sleeves. Dib was going to have a hell of a time retrieving his wardrobe.
"WHAT ARE WE DOING!?" Note asked worriedly. He looked... ridiculous. No, they both looked ridiculous. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS!?"
"I researched the traditional wear of gay men on your-"
"TRADITIONAL!? I FEEL LIKE AN EMO YAOI PORN STAR!" Note screamed, "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PICK THIS UP?"
"Uh... your... enter-webs."
"The what?"
"You know... the... enter-webs?"
"Internet?"
"YES!"
Note stared... and stared... and stared.... "I feel stupid." And with that, he left Zim pouting as he began to walk across the livingroom towards the bedroom. But Zim's antennas suddenly perked, a grin spreading over his face, and he followed after, the door slamming behind him.
"ARE YOU GOING TO GET NEKED!?"
(I saw BRB Suicide... and I couldn't help but think 'God that would look horrible in real life'! And knowing how much a perv Zim is, the ending just seemed to fit.)