The Story of Dib and Zim

This was a weird idea that wouldn’t leave me alone. Once again, it breaks with canon.

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“I want you on your knees,” Dib whispered huskily.

Zim complied, trembling. He pressed his fingertips hard enough into the floor to make them yellow and bloodless. This was what he wanted, what he needed, more than anything else in the entire universe. He gave a sharp intake of breath as Dib knelt behind him and placed a hand on his back.

Zim shivered as Dib’s hand slid underneath his shirt. He arched himself up toward the touch. He let out a breathless sort of sigh when Dib pulled his hips backward, nestling his bottom against Dib’s crotch. Through both their pants, Zim could feel Dib’s erection pushing against him, teasing him. Zim rested his forehead on the back of one hand and shut his eyes.

Dib continued moving his hand up Zim’s back, revealing more and more bare green skin as he went. He stopped when he touched one of the two holes for Zim’s utility pack. Zim’s eyes snapped open. He always felt vulnerable without his pack, especially since his sensitive pack-holes were revealed. They led directly into his spinal cord.

Curiously, Dib prodded one of the holes. Zim surprised him by shuddering and letting out a moan. Dib touched the other one, pressing and stroking it, and got an even louder sound out of Zim.

“Zim, do you like this?”

It was kind of a stupid question. Zim didn’t answer. He just ground himself backwards against the human. Hesitantly, Dib massaged the holes with his thumbs. Zim’s moans lengthened until they turned into one long, continuous wail. Dib began to breathe faster. This was so weird! And cool! He grew bolder, leaning down to kiss the lower hole. It tasted alien, yet pleasant, like Zim’s mouth. He began to tongue both holes deeply, alternating between one and the other.

Zim went wild. He writhed like he’d been dropped into a fire. “Inside me!” he demanded, when he’d managed to catch his breath. “Now!”

Dib was happy to oblige.

Zim let out a long, raw cry as Dib entered him. Dib began to thrust deeply, while continuing to lick and suck at the pack-holes. Zim threw his head back and whimpered as tears came to his eyes. He just couldn’t take it! It was too much! “Wait! Stop!”

Dib stopped and lifted his head. “What? What’s the matter?”

“I can’t! Too much pleasure-ness!”

Dib understood, more or less. He remained still, nuzzling at Zim’s neck until the alien recovered.

When Zim could think straight again, he said, “Dib, do that again. Except this time don’t stop, not even if I beg you to.”

Dib frowned. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes! No matter how much I beg and struggle, don’t stop! Not until I come!”

Dib was a but dubious, but he agreed.

Once more, he began his slow, hard thrusts. Once more, he bent his head down to lick at the holes. The sensation was incredible. Every touch sent electric shocks throughout Zim’s body. He was able to take that for maybe five minutes before he started whining and pleading again.

Dib just probed his tongue even deeper into Zim’s back. He had to admit he was enjoying this. Zim made a weak attempt at escape, trying to crawl away. But Dib grabbed his wrists and held them tight, flattening Zim’s hands out on the floor. He didn’t let up for even a second.

Zim was pitiful. Tears were streaking down his face. But never in all his life had he felt as good as this. The delicious pressure was building up slowly inside him, much greater than he’d ever felt before. And when he came, it went on and on, lasting longer than he’d ever thought possible. He shook and cried as he spilled onto the floor. Dib gave a few final thrusts, and then came soon after.

Zim collapsed face-forward onto the floor, looking only half-alive. Dib looked down at him with a mixture of pride and concern.

“Zim? Are you okay?”

“I can’t feel my legs. Are they still there?”

“Your legs are fine. I never knew those hole-things could be used like that,”

“Me either.”

Dib laid down beside Zim and pulled him close to snuggle. “I like them, though.”

Zim tucked his head beneath Dib’s chin. “Me too.”