Deep Rooted Desire
A Peeping Tom
This chapter is dedicated to mistress0fyaoi, thanks for reviewing! It made me jiggly!
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Zim crept up the side of the building in the dark using his spider legs once again. He pulled himself up onto Dib’s balcony, and peered through the glass door.
The curtain was partially pulled over, but from where Zim was stood, he could just make out a figure hunched over a computer screen.
“I knew it! THIS is the tool of the Dib-stink!” he muttered.
He peered closer and could make out what was on the screen, again, images of human males in compromising positions.
Zim could also see Dib’s arm moving.
“FILTHY!” He couldn’t hide his disgust, luckily, Dib had his music on loud and didn’t hear Zim outside.
Zim tried the door carefully, and realised that t was unlocked.
He wanted to get a closer look at what Dib was doing, curiosity getting the better of him.
He’d seen human parts on TV, disgusting wobbly things, but never in real life, up close.
He slipped through the door undetected, like a cockroach, and climbed up on the ceiling.
As Zim watched Dib, his squeedlyspooch felt funny, and his face went very warm.
Dib continued stroking himself, little moans escaping him too. He’d just been in the shower, and his black Mohawk was now wet and falling about his shoulders. His glasses were on, but had slipped down his nose a tad, and his cheeks were flushed pink.
He closed his eyes.
“Oh god.. Zim..” he moaned.
Zim flinched at hearing his name spoken from the Dib like that.
Instead of sounding like it was full of hate and vicious spite jiggliness, it sounded needy and full of want.
Stupid carnally fixated humans.
Zim continued to watch, growing all the more curious, watching Dib bite his lip and moan, occasionally moaning Zim’s name.
Soon Dib released, moaning louder.
Zim found himself feeling very hot, and enjoying what was happening, much to his disgust with himself.
He decided that was enough for one night, and quietly slipped back out the way he came.
Dib put his head back and gazed at the ceiling, his hand still on himself, feeling a little sick.
“I can’t believe I did that… whilst thinking about him…”
He sat up and rubbed his face, then leaned his head in one hand whilst idly browsing an internet forum.
“What am I talking about… I liked it. I hate Zim, but I can’t help how I feel about him; and he’s not even human” he sighed. “Well. at least I’ve admitted it to myself” he murmured, getting up to clean himself off.
Zim arrived back at his base, feeling more than a little confused.
“He calls out for Zim whilst pleasuring himself.
I don’t understand… maybe the Dib was telling the truth about his filth-dreams?”
He sat on the chair opposite the console and sat thinking for a while, his claw tapping against his chin.
He thought about how soft and pale Dib’s skin looked from the glow of his computer screen. It looked delicious and pure, untouched.
Most humans had horrible smelly hairs or pustulios, but Dib’s body, for all it being a human one, was quite aesthetically pleasing to Zim. He also had the physique of an Irken, slender and delicate, not to mention tall.
Dib must have been at least six feet or more by now.
Zim had fantasised about having a taller Irk to couple with before, but that wasn’t possible, as he had no way to return to his own planet.
He moaned in frustration, and found his own clawed hand feeling his own skin under his Invader uniform, the other hand caressing an antenna, before slowly travelling down…