The Story of Dib and Zim

Another note: I've decided that Zim sleeps now. And yes, Dib brings condoms to their fights. Safety first.

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Zim could still hear Dib's ongoing battle with the death robot, somewhere not far away in the gigantic corporate building. He cursed himself for putting that robot on autopilot. If he'd been manning it himself, then Dib would not have beaten him. And he would not be currently handcuffed to an iron railing, sitting on ugly industrial carpeting, waiting for whatever it was that Dib was going to do to him next. Maybe this time the human would finally be angry enough to kill him.

He couldn't reach the lock on his pak, couldn't undo it.

Rats.

Ten minutes later Dib appeared, with an unpleasant look on his face. Zim winced. He expected Dib to start threatening him, but Dib just took off his trenchcoat, used it to wipe sweat from his face, and sat down against the wall. He closed his eyes and rested a minute, not bothering to speak.

Zim felt rather hurt. "What is this, Dib-creature? I spent all weekend making that robot. I demand acknowledgment!"

Dib slit open a tired eye, intending to make a snide comment. He stopped when that eye encountered the sight of an adorably pouty alien. Suddenly he had energy again.

"Oh," he said teasingly. "I'm sorry, Zim. I didn't realize I was neglecting you." Zim's eyes went wide as he realized his mistake, and he shrank against the railing. But it was too late. Dib was coming over on his hands and knees. He tucked Zim's legs around either side of his hips, and leaned over him dangerously. "That eager for me, huh?" Zim gave a frantic little shake of his head. Dib laughed and yanked Zim's shirt up all the way to his wrists in one fluid motion. "Are you sure?" He leaned in to kiss Zim on the neck, his crotch moving a little against Zim's backside. Zim let out a gasp. Dib leaned back and grinned victoriously at him, his eyes glittering behind his glasses.

"I hate you," Zim hissed.

"That's fine. You can hate me if you want. In twenty minutes you're still gonna be screaming my name anyway."

Zim dug his upper teeth into his lower lip. He wished he could understand why Dib had the power to make everything else in the universe seem unimportant, whether it be duty, or training, or caution, or pride. And then Dib's lips closed over his and he thought of nothing except how delicious they were and how warm and tingly they made him feel. Strangely, being cuffed was rather nice. He didn't need to worry about guilt. Dib had taken control of things, and he had no choice in the matter. All he had to do was enjoy.

He whimpered a little when Dib slid off his boots and pants. Dib paused for a moment to slip on a condom, and then he entered, slick and cool and enormous, inside of Zim.

Zim moaned and squeaked as Dib thrust into him. He bit Dib's shoulder without realizing he was doing it. He gripped the railing tightly, until the metal beneath his palms was slick with sweat. And soon he was coming so hard he couldn't remember where he was. He was only aware of wave after wave of ecstasy slamming into him, over and over until at last it faded away into soft little ripples of pure delight. He collapsed into Dib's embrace like all his bones had melted.

After a long, long moment, Dib spoke weakly. "If I let you go, will you try to fight me?"

Zim answered groggily, "I can't even move, Dib-creature."

Snickering softly, Dib released him and stretched out beside him on the floor. They slept that way until the stars began to fade into daylight.