Misery Is The Embrace Of Love

Dib rolled over in his sleep, arm slung loosley on the slightly cool body next to him. The scent of their mingled sex still clung in the air, constantly sunconciously remiding the two sleeping forms of what had transpired the night before. Images of his last moments awake played themselves through Dib's head as the sensation memory tore through his body.

Zim curled closer to the warm body behind him, though it was poking him in the lower backside. He subconciously pushed his hand down to the offending part, grasping it in his sleep. Zim's hands had no memory recognition and explored the warm hardened fleshy muscle. He caressed it in every possible manner, only retreating his hand after Dib let out a sleeping moan and arched his back in the blessed sleeping orgasm. Zim's hand was covered in the Dib-worms 'human-man-goo'. Zim wiped it away the best that he could as he woke up, though some stuck to the inner knuckle. He idly licked it away, noting that it wasn't as salty and gross tasting as most of his clientelle. Zim sat bolt upright as realisation dawned upon him. The memories stored in his PAK flooded back to him; images of him and the Dib beast from the night before, everything he did, every moan sounded. He looked over at his sleeping companion, his squeedly spooch squirmed, but not like it did after every time that he.... serviced another client. This was a twinge he had only felt one time before in his whole life, but that was another story. He watched as the after glow still played on Dib's face. the boy's whole body seemed to rise and fall with each breath, his eyes shifting quickly beneath thin lids, and a small line of drool dribbled down his cheek.

Zim sat on the edge of the bed, collecting his thought, why had he wanted the DIb so much to begin with? He knew he had always been the jealous type, even admitting to GIR once that he might have liked the human had circumstances been different. Mostly Zim could relate very well to Dib. They both had problems with the ones who were taller and older than they were, they were both,in essence, scientist, studying things that were thought to never exist... 'If only things were different...' he thought to himself.

Zim rose up from the bed and began to gather his clothing, putting on his spare wig, contacts from his jeans, pants, and boots, leaving the shirt over his shoulder. He placed the Dibs' in a neat pile on the bed, making sure that he left nothing as he walked out of the door.


Dib awoke with a start as the door slammed closed, his head reeling. He could have sworn that he had just had a grand orgasm, just by the way that his body felt. Zim was no where in sight, so he figured that the Irken had just gone down to the buffet for breakfast. Dib looked at where the Irken had slept, noting that he had indeed had an orgasm, but Zim had caught most of it. Dib smiled, knowing that it was more than likely extra service, had he been an avereage client. He slipped out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't recall having such a great night before, and being in such need of a shower from sweat and fluids.

While cleansing his body of the sweat, oil, and semen, Dib began to think about Zim; Zim had treated him as a bitch, and a lover, not letting him come until the pleasure would have been at the best it had ever been before. Something in the Irken's eyes had Dib trying to remember the expression more. Zim's eyes weren't the usual cold steel like usual, but they had a passion there that he had only seen hen they were fighting.the thought of Zim and his piercing eyes was causing another great stirring in his crotch. He felt a pain that he often associated with too many orgasms in one day, but he allowed his hand to travel there, grasping himself gently at first. He knew that Zim had Jacked him off while he slept, and tried to immitate the motions, but ended up just jerking himself into an almost painful orgasm, and painful in a bad way.

He rerinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower. When he walked out into the main room,naked, there was a loud scream as the maid quickly scrambled away. He tried to yell an apology at her, but it was too late. She ran quicky from the room, blushing a deep ruby color.

Dib shrugged the cleaning ladyy off as if it were nothing. He just wanted to get down to the buffet before Zim ate all the waffles. He chuckled, remembering how addicted Zim had become to them in his years on Earth. Dib pulled his pants on, feeling silly now that he was in club wear so early in the day. He pulled his mesh shirt on and made sure that he had every thing with him.

At the breakfast hall, Dib looked around for Zims trademark green flesh, but only found a sea of natural human skins in every shade. He frowned a bit, halfway hoping that Zim had waited so that he could give him a ride home. Dib pased by the food, not feeling the slightest bit hungry anymore.

Zim called GIR to come pick him up outside of the Le Rich'e Bastard. GIR was there in a matter of minutes, realising that his master was to be in a foul mood by the tone of his voice. Zim clutched to GIR as they zoomed through the mid morning sky. Aim was greatful to see the inside of his little shabby apartment, though it was apparent that During GIR's absence some smart as tempted fate and broke in. The only things left were GIR's toys, mini-moose on the little charger, his disguised computer, and a few of his outfits. Zim felt he heat of rage flashing int his face, embarassed mostly at the thought that GIR had forgotten after so long to lock the door. "GIR, you had better get out of my eye sight now or else I am going to dismantle you and sell you for scrap....." Zim growled with an ice cold honesty in his threat.

GIR wimpered and ran off, knowing that if Zim was provoked any further, he would be the one that suffered his wrath.

Zim gathered what he could of his stuff and tried to put together a decent outfit for work that night. He knew that if he asked for his money early, the older Membrane would beat him like all the other guys. Professor Membrane was world famous for cures and such, but what people didn't know was that he was a horribley cruel pimp and used the money that he made to pay another genius to cover for him.

He paid the guy cash to invent and create all these cures, and only tell him the run down for his presentations. Membrane, at that horrible club was cruel with out reason. He would randomly choose a worker and rape them to keep the others in line. Zim had his first turn his second night working there. Before work Membrane had approached him and grabbed him by the throat, calling the collective attention of all the workers. Right there infront of them all Membrane tore away Zim's clothes, and forced himself deep inside the Irken who was deflowered only the night before. The memory made Zim shudder. He avoided asking anything of the Professor if he could; The more you asked the more likely he was to select you as his subject.

Zim slid into a chalk bath, cleansing away the Dib's dried seed. He cleaned himself thoroughly enough that any potential customers would have thought that he was new, not a long time pro. He soaked deep into the liquid chalk, allowing the heat to sink into his typically clammy skin as he thought about what had transpired the night before. He had finally got what he had wanted for so long from the Dib-worm, but now there was something more nagging at him, 'Why is it that I actually want to do that to him again? I know that i like him, but that was a strictly physical thing...wasn't it?'

Zim dozed off in the bath and awoke almost too late to get ready for work. He threw on a pair of short shorts under a pair of bluejeans, and a baggy top. He would borrow a top from Torque when he got there.

Dib had barely walked in the door when he heard the giggles. He shouted a greeting at M who appeared momentarilly with twin girls in bathrobes, one of which was his, "M, Why is your...female friend in my bathrobe? I didn't think that i gave you nor her permission to go into my bedroom...." Dib practically barked at his friend, not meaning to come off as nasty as he sounded.

The young lady blushed and gave him a rushed apology. He growled a whatever her way.

"Here, I, again, am very sorry about that.." She took his robe off in front of all three of them. Dib blushed furiously, handing it back to her, mumbling about her needing to gain some modesty and morals.

Dib laid in his bed for the better part of an hour, wonder ing why Zim had cut out on him so early, and why he didn't stick around for a free ride home. Dib thoughts roamed back to the night before, and he knew that he had to have Zim again, hell come high water.