Misery Is The Embrace Of Love

It had been two weeks since that night with Zim. Dib was broke, waiting for his next check to come in from his trust fund, and having to borrow money from M to eat. M knew that Dib was good for the money, so he gave enough for Dib to survive. Since he was fired, Dib sat around the house bored. He hated the fact that he was stupid enough to spend almost all of his money on one night. He flet like a fool; Zim hadn't called him, hadn't attempted to attack him, he hadn't even seen Zim when he drove near his place. Dib was worried, but had no clue why. Were they not enemies that had shared one bought night together? Or had Zim done something to him, and tried to pass it off as nothing? Dib thought so much he thought that his brain was going to explode his skull.

M came in that night, three sheets to the wind and with a pretty young lady. The girl looked to be fifteen or sixteen, but when asked M told Dib that she was 18, "Don't worry man, she's eighteen, It's all good..." M hiccupped and fell into the couch, laughing.

Dib pulled the younglady aside, "Now, the truth please, how old are you?" He didn't believe for one second that this girl could be old enough for what M was planning.

"I'm eighteen, as he told you...", her voice quivered with the lie.

Dib rolled his amber eyes, "No your'e not, your voice and eyes give you away. Now, please, leave my house and go home. I don't want jail-bait like you around messinmg up our lives." He put a definite end to his words, though she ignored it.

"Oh? And what about you? Do you like young girls too, just don't want to get caught?" She put a pur to her words that suggested that this wasn't the first time that she had done this, "You know I can make whatever your fantasy maybe a reallity...." She purred as she tried to touch him.

Dib stepped out of the way of the impaired teen, "Sweety, your'e barking up the wrong tree, I don't have any fantasies that involve your gender," He put a hint of venom on his last two words, but loaded the next ones so that they dripped, "Now get out, or I will hunt down your mother and tell her that you were attempting to seduce me, jail-bait."

The girl huffed and turned twards M, "Can I get my money now?". He obliged handing her a twenty and bidding her a good bye, before falling asleep. Dib knew that he was goin to get the royal reeming of a life time in the morning. He had cost M a nights pleasure, ontop of borrowing money from him the whole time. Dib could only hope that his check would come in soon.


Zim was miserable. He managed to pay his rent and his electric, and still had enough to go out and buy himself new clothes at the local thrift shops. They may not have been the best thingsin the world, but atleast he would have something to wear at work. Lately no one had been outting anykind of high bids up for him, and he was losing money fast. he had to get the guys back interested in him.

There was a new guy at the club, Keef. He was a happy go lucky guy, who was down on his cash. Zim knew the boy, they had, at one point, posed as friends, but now he loathed him with every ounce of his being. Keef loved what the men gave him, love being called a dirty little whore, and a cocksucker. He got off on being publically humilliated, and the clients loved him. He always smiled on the auction block and greeted his current client with a kiss, depending on who they were. Zim hated the way the clients just went head over heels for him. They paid more for him on his second night than Zim had ever been bid for.

Zim began to dress cuter and tried to be nicer to everyone, even working the lap dances, but to no avail. The clients kept asking for Keef. One man inparticular almost ended up on the lethal end of Zim's venom. He had waved Zim over, and started talking to him as if he wanted to pay him for a dance or two. Zim cheered up a bit, even though he hated his job, he loved the thought of money. The gentleman seemed about to ask Zim for a private dance when, "Is that cute Keef boy here? I love the way he straddles laps!". Zim was at hi end. Had Torque not pulled him away he would not have stopped himself from clawing the mans neck with his venomous nail like fingers.

Torque pulled him outside, "What is your problem?!? Do you want to face Membrane's punishment tonight?! You know he hasn't selected a demo participant yet!"

Zim pulled his cigarrettes out of his top and lit one, letting the nicotine help calm him down, "I don't give two fucks anymore, Smacky, not since that fucking KEEF came into the scene! That little cum sucking cunt is taking all our clients! I haven't had an earning night in four nights!" Zim hit his cigarrette multiple times in a row, not taking a proper breath between. Torque eyed him suspiciously. He had been moodier and more violent since before Keef started, about two weeks, but he wasn't capable of thinking for too long without getting a headache, so he gave it up. He remembered that Zim had come in two weeks ago, bragging that his client had treated him like a god. Everyone was envious, and started back-stabbing him even more than before. Normally only a few items went missing here and there from their dressing areas, but now Zim's whole table went missing every other night. He couldn't complain too much then because it came back at the end of the night, but when Keef started showing his promise, Membrane took Zim's table and gave it to Keef, "So he can make himself look good." Membrane had said.

Zim let his thoughts take hold of him, causing him to break his smoke at the filter. He tossed the filter and the straglers to the ground and smoked it filterless. Torque cringed at every hit that Zim took like that, he had seen what smoking like that could do, his dad did and had cancer by 35...

They only had a few more moments of peace before Membrane came outside, "Zim, What the fuck were you thinking? You attacked a customer! You just cost me over three hundred dollars!" He ranted loudly so that the other dancers came out to watch what was happening. He grabbed Zim by the throat, "You will be my Demo tonight, even though Keef volunteered, " he looked at the other guys,"you boys had better round up all the rest of the dancers for a thirty minute demo on disrespect and customer treatment." Everyone scattered except for Zim who was still in the old mans grasp. He struggled, trying to get enough venom into one claw to hit him, but his sacks were empty from earlier. he was helpless, being dragged into the back entrance by Membrane.

Five minutes later, after telling the clients that they were getting ready for the next set, all the guys gathered in a circle around Membrane and a frightened Zim. Membrane Made his speech, ending it with, "So if you ever disrespect or wrongly treat a customer again, this will be you..." He plunged his shriveled member into Zim's ass, forcing tears from the Irken's eyes. Keef stood there watching in sadistic and masochistic amusment, as if he wished that it were him in the professor's or Zim's place. The face he made disgusted Zim even more, but not nearly as much as having the Older Membrane spanking him and calling him every name in the book with each thrust. Zim's entrance bled, making the thrusts slicker, but more painful. None of the surrounding bodies moved until the Professor had finish shooting his load into Zim.

Zim ran to the restroom and emptied his body of all its contents, reguardless what it were. When he came back out the set had already began. He quickly threw on his outfit and ran towards the floor, hoping to get atleast one customer.


Dib's fortune was good. His check came in and he was able to pay M back. M had been so drunk that he forgot that he had paid for a prostitute. Dibstill included the extra twenty just to be safe. He went out and shopped for the month, fitting everything that he could into the freezer, and buying boxed meals, so that he could spend his money how he saw fit. He even put money aside for gas and paid his bills, leaving him with almost four grand to play with. He knew right where he wanted to go, the Masks and Gloves. He hadn't been there since him and Zim had spent the night at that hotel. He wanted to go and see if he could get a few shots in him and maybe place a bid or two on a couple of good looking guys.

He threw on his trench coat over his bare chest, and pulled on a pair of form fitting black leather pants. He looked himself over, checking that he looked good enough to maybe even meet a guy he didn't have to pay for. He ran a quick comb through his cowlick, making sure that it stood properly, but not too high up. The only mar about him now was the scar on his cheek, a reminder of that amazing day and night. he hadn't wanted it to end, but he couldn't keep Zim for himself, Zim was supposed to be the enemy, but lately Dib had been wanting to see him again, not to fight, but just to see him. His mind would run through hundreds of scenarios, alot of them gave him wood enough that he would beat off to one or two. they always featured Zim ontop, even thoguh Dib was 'ontop' kind of guy. He like that way that Zim put him underneath and pounded him.

Dib quickly shook the thoughts from his head as he grabbed his keys to go. M was watching infomercialls and reminded dib to buy some beer while he was out. Dib knew he had missed the first set and had to wait in line as they checked I.D.s and handed out masks for the evening. Dib collected an olive green one after paying his cover charge and went into the club. Everywhere there were hot guys talking with the employees, and a bubbly boy with hair the color of fire, and skin the color of fresh cream dancing on stage. The boy's curly hair swung around his face, creating the illusion that his face was being torn away by flame.

Dib knew the boy... he hated that boy. At one point Keef had tried to get him and Zim to be best friends, babbling on about how they would get an apartment and such.... It was rather disgusting. Dib sat in a chair towards the back of the room, ordering a rum and cola from a passing waiter. He enjoyed the company of a couple of the strippers, buying them drinks and selecting whom he would bid on. He heard a rustling from near him as Zim walked out of a private dancing room, the client walking away with a hard on. Dib blushed at the site of Zim. He was wearing a light violet speedo with a matching tie, the Irken Millitary symbol was printed all over them. He walked right by Dib, seeming not to notice that the human was staring at him until he spoke up, "You know a private dance'll only cost you thirty.." He directed a false colored eye at him with a smirk.


Zim knew Dib was interested in getting a dance, his eyes spoke what his voice couldn't. Zim turned around and offered his hand to Dib, "Come on, unless your'e here for that retched Keef boy..." Zim spat out the name like it was hemlock.
Dib shook his head, disgusted that Zim would even sugest that, "Zim, that is the most disgusting thing you have ever said. That guy creeps me out more than you know."

Zim chuckled as he led Dib to the room, "You do remember that Keef stalked ZIM for years, until Zim finally kicked his ass, right?"

Dib smiled as Zim opened the door for him, "Yeah, I was actually rooting for you..." he blushed admitting that he had actually not completely hated Zim during their school years. He pulled thirty dollars from his pocket and set it in a box that was fixed to the entrance wall. In the room was a pole, a chair and a mini catwalk. Dib removed his coat so he could sit comfortably in his chair.

Zim stuck his head outthe door and yelled something at the only female in the club, Zita the D.J.. Music filled the room quickly as Zim closed and locked the door. He didn't want anyone to walkin on him and Dibs only time alone since two weeks ago. Zim was pissed that he hadn't seen Dib since their night, and was curious as to why. He had beenlooking for opurtune times to 'accidently bump into him' and 'ask for a ride home'. He felt more connected to the Dib stink thn he had to any other Human sack of shit.

Zim approached Dib, keepin ghis feet in time with the beat. He swung around the pole quickly, putting his feet on the ceiling, using his spider like limbs to hold him up there. He was free with Dib to dance without restraints. He gracefully flipped backward off using his spare legs to land him just centimeters off of Dib's lap. He turned his body and rubbed his rear end against Dib's stiffening crotch. Zim turned, getting to his knees, placing hishands on the inside of Dib's thighs.The human gulped lightly, a blush playing across his cheeks.

Dib knew that Zim was only doing this as part of his act... Zim wouldn't want to have a repeat of what happened in the hotel room, not since he had that every night of his life....

Zim tugged at Dib's fly with his teeth, gaining a gasp of shock from Dib. 'The human obviously wants it, but he is probably too preoccupied with the dance...' Zim thought to himself. He hauled Dib into the air, using his spare appendages to pull the pants from the human male. Dib struggled lightly until he figured out what was going on. Zim lowered him a bit as he pulled off him human costume and clothes.

Using one of his tentacle attatchments Zim bound the humans hands behind his back, leaving his own hands free to coax his member out of it's sheath. Dib struggled against the binds a bit, in hopes that Zim would loosen them a bit.Zim brought the humans cock to his lips and bit the head of it, letting him know who the master would be. Dib squeaked with the sudden pleasureful pain. Zim was satisfied with that as a response and began to wrap his tongue aroung the Dib's balls, taking one into his mouth and sucking on it with all his strength. The humans body spasmed with pleasure, bringing a wonderful gasp from Dibs lips.

Zim let go of the humans flesh sacks and flicked his tongue up the inside of one of his thighs,"you may want to spread you legs Dib, or else this isn't going to work right."

When Dib didn't immediatley move his legs, Zim flipped him around and pulled his legs part with his own mechanical ones. Dib yelped loudly, mostly from the shock. He was about to pull his legs apart a bit, but Zim was so impatient that he had to pull them apart himself. Zim replaced the mech legs with wire tentacles, so he could lay back and do the Dib the way he wanted to. He licked two of his three fingers and slid one into Dibs back entrance.

Dib gasped loudly as his body was invaded by the Irken's finger, but he was soon groaning for more. Zim had found the magic spot and was exploiting it to the fullest. Dib almost screamed, but the music was so loud that it wouldn't have mattered either way. Zim slid his third finger into Dib, gaining another gasping moan. He knew what hewas doing.He was going to make the human cum while sucking Zim off. Zim reposistioned them so that Dib cold eagerly swallow all of Zim's length in two tries. Zim slid all three fingers back into the hmans hole, this time going further in.He pushed until his wrist was captured by the Dib-stinks' spasming muscle. Inside he began thrumming his fingers on the smooth patch, making the tight ring tighten even more.

Dib screamed as Zim fisted the inside of his body, and then began movinghis fingers. Dib's scream was blocked on the behalf of the Irken cock that filled his mouth. While sucking Zim as much as he cold, Dib slipped a finger into the Irkens tight sheath spot. Zim moaned in pleasure, antennaes flattened against the top of his head. Dib's body began to spastically tighten as he came hard onto the Irkens chest. Zim came at the same time, spraying the Dib't tonsils with his hot cum. Both bodies lowered to the ground and laid there panting to catch their breath.