Zim against the world

No one is reviewing anymore.... did you all leave me? I worked really hard on that chapter..... maybe I didn't do as good a job as I thought... I guess I'll just have to try harder. *Shrug*
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The rest of the day passed quickly, Zim showing Dib more of the Irken technology he knew so well. He had thought quite a bit on what Dib had said to him.... "I win."..... but finally he had reached a conclusion. There was no winner. On Irk, everything was about being better than everyone else. There was no right or wrong, there was only power. Those with the power made the rules. But with Dib, with the games they played, there was rarely a winner. It was hard to wrap his mind around this, but in the end he managed to look at things differently. In this game they played, they were all winners.

Although things seemed to have gotten back to normal, he realized that Dib was being less affectionate that usual. Nothing was wrong, but Dib was no longer coming up to him and holding him tightly for no reason. He was keeping his distance. The lack of contact hurt Zim and he wondered idly if there was something else he had done. He even went so far as to ask him, but Dib just shook his head no.

Zim however, couldn't let it go. There was no tension in the air, Dib wasn't mad at him, but at the same time, Dib didn't seem as... close as before. Which was the opposite of how Zim thought things would be. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he slips away to the kitchen to think. After a few Irken sodas, he felt better. Nothing was wrong with The Dib.... but he had to admit.... he missed the attention. He shook his head and stared at the soda can moodily. He didn't MISS the Dib.... he simply..... wasn't used to the lack of contact.... surely it would get better as the day wore on.
But it didn't
As the day wore on, he found himself again and again, making excuses to touch The Dib.... to be closer to him, feeling him, even if it was only a brush of the fingers on his arm, or pushing him softly out of the way. The minutes seemed to stretch and gradually he began to get a feeling of restlessness that he had never known of before. He was afraid of it at first, but soon had to give into it. His 'accidental' brushes against Dib held more urgency.

His mind knew what he was doing, but was too proud to admit it, so after a particularly suggestive brush against Dib, he was surprised when Dib whirled around and pinned him against the wall. He looked up into Dib's clear, slightly confused eyes.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Zim blinked. What WAS he doing? He didn't answer, but couldn't help shivering a bit at the state he was in, his face flushed slightly and he lowered his eyes, unable to meet Dib's clear gaze.
He felt Dib draw back a bit, confused, but then push foreword again, intertwining his fingers with Zim's so Zim couldn't escape. "So that's it huh? I stop for only one day and you can't stand it."
Zim looked up angrily to see Dib's knowing eyes looking back at him. He glared angrily at being found out and promptly shook his head. "Do you have the brain-worms, Dib-human? I don't know what your talking abou-" He was cut off in a gasp, however, as Dib slid a knee in between Zim's legs. Zim's face flushed a deeper shade and his breathing grew heavier. He felt Dib leaning in towards him and he looked off to one side, trying hard not to meet those infatuation golden eyes. A soft breath met his throat, and seconds later lips followed, leaving soft kisses to Zim's collarbone, nuzzling his collar aside and gently prodding his shirt down over one shoulder to give him better access.

Zim's eyes became cat-slits, shielding out his other senses so that the feelings could run through him unhindered. Then Dib drew away, untangling their fingers and leaving Zim unsatisfied.... but this time, Zim couldn't stand it. Instinctively almost, he reached out and grabbed Dib's sleeve, pulling him close for a hungry kiss, his other hand sliding around to the back of Dib's head to keep him there, making sure he wouldn't resist. Zim NEEDED The Dib's touch. The shivers The Dib gave him. They were addicting... and Zim was hooked.

Zim waited for Dib to press back with his own lips, demanding and fierce. Instead he felt nothing. Finally he had to break the kiss, but he kept his arms wrapped around Dib's neck. He flushed angrily as he saw that Dib was examining him with an amused look on his face. He quickly withdrew his arms, stuttering in humiliation..... before he could back away, however, he felt a hand slip under his shirt. He pulled away, not going to let himself be sucked in again. He glared up to see Dib advancing upon his, the glint in his eyes. He let out a breath as Dib lovingly imprisoned Zim's wrists in his hand. He leaned down close to him with a look that made Zim's heart race. Dib's breath tickled his ear as he said softly. "You only need to ask." And before Zim could answer, he felt warm lips press against his, and he fell into the sensation.

This is wrong..... he is inferior..... he is another species, an alien!.... We Irkens do not lower ourselves to these feelings...... rarely to anyone..... never to an inferior..... and definitely not to one who is not our own. But he still couldn't stop himself from melting into the kiss, just the feeling of his wrists above him, useless, made him breath faster. His heart pounded like it was trying to escape his ribcage. He needed the Dib, he needed him so badly that it was nearly driving him insane. The soft, teasing touches, the way his hand brushed lightly over his sensitive antennas, playing with them. Something wet invaded his mouth and he gasped at the invasion.

Moaning in pleasure, he let out his own, snake-like tongue to wrap around The Dib's, licking and tasting him before moving on to explore his mouth. Addicted to the taste, he pressed foreword hungrily, wanting more. The hand that Dib had under his shirt made itself known. Rubbing, stroking, caressing, sliding across his soft skin, leaving ripples of sensation to wash over his skin. Fire raced through his bloodstream, sending sweat across his forehead. The Dib..... he had saved his life at the risk of his own. The Dib, an inferior species was sending shivers down his spine. Making him moan in pleasure, making him weak. And he was letting him. No longer was he resisting as he had been. No longer resisting.... His shirt was slipped off his body, blocking his gaze of the raven-haired boy in front of him for a moment. Still no resistance. But did he really want whatever was happening? Did he want this to go on? And what would happen if he stopped it? Probably nothing.... but why was Dib doing this? Was he just a specimen? Even now.... was he just observing him?
The Dib........

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*yawn* Gonna end the chapter here. Tired.