Skin Deep

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`Skin Deep'

An Invader Zim Fanfic


By The Infamous Boss Reo


Dib just stood there, his expression a mixture of complete shock and confusion. As Gaz walked past him on their way to school, she paused as well, backing up a few paces to look up at what her older brother was so transfixed with. The words"Authentic Irken Sensual Massage" were painted on the large window of the building. Dib remained silent.

"..He can't be THIS stupid." he finally commented. Gaz shifted her eyes at him before resuming her trek to school.

"No," she said, "Only you."

"There's got to be some explanation for this!" Dib said, catching up with her. Gaz rolled her eyes as she felt the annoying presence of her sibling.

"The last thing Zim's ever wanted to do is draw attention to himself. This is far on the other end of that spectrum."

"Maybe he just got bored of it all." Gaz shrugged.

"No, that cant be it..." Dib said, stroking his chin in thought, "There has to be SOMETHING... If only I could figure out what..."

"It's a massage parlor." Gaz said, "Big deal."

"Big deal indeed." Dib commented, "Perhaps this will require some UNDERCOVER work..."

"If that means you'll stop walking me to school, then by all means." his dark sibling sighed. It was her third year of high school, and for the two of them, very little about their personalities had changed. (save for the fact that her patience had by now expanded greatly, thanks to theraputic breathing.) Gaz rummaged her hand into her pocket, pulling out her wallet and opening it.

"Here," she said, pulling out a few twenties, "Go and take the dumb massage." Dib was almost dumbstruck as she put the bills in his hand.

"Um... thanks, Gaz, but I was thinking of something else in mind for.."

"I SAID TAKE THE MASSAGE." Gaz snarled in an almost-demonic voice, grabbing her brother by the collar and glaring at him with her dark, evil eyes of reflective torture and pain.

"..on the other hand, my shoulders do feel a bit tense." Dib said meekly. Gaz let go of his shirt collar, turning around to resume her walk to school.

"Have fun." she said, not really caring if he had heard her or not. Dib was left standing on the sidewalk, holding the small wad of twenties. He glanced back down the street to the menacing parlor, catching the Irken symbol blazed across the front glass door. Gulping, he glanced back in Gaz's direction, seeing only the barren sidewalk and a tumbleweed drift by.

"..What's a tumbleweed doing in an urban city?" he wondered aloud. Such things weren't his major problem, however, and he shrugged as he turned around towards the massage parlor.

As he approached it, his legs began to feel heavier. A forboading sense seemed to wash over him, and he began to have drastic second thoughts. The memory of Gaz's shadowed, blue-fired eyes, however, were all the convincing to stay on course. Once his sister wanted him to do something, she wanted him to do it. Especially if it was her money.

He found himself standing once more in front of the massage parlor.

Gazing up at the sign, he sighed, clenching his hand around the wad of bills as he opened the door. As he walked in, he bumped against a familiar smaller figure, who was on his way out, dressed in a poorly-crafted child suit, it's buggy eyes nearly falling off it's poorly-sewn face.

"Gir." he thought. Sure enough, the little robot paused and glanced up at him, it's blue eyes glowing from within the suit's open mouth.

"...HELLO!" he said loudly, waving to him, even though he was standing right next to it.

"Um.. hello, Gir." Dib replied.

"WANNA FLYER?" it asked, yanking a piece of paper from the stack of flyers tucked beneath it's other arm.

"PLEEEEEASE TAKE THE FLYER! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE!" he began to wave it in Dib's face at a frantic speed. Finally, Dib took the flyer.

"THANK YOU!" Gir smiled, "....Wanna hug?"

"Perhaps later, Gir." Dib said.

"Aw c'mon! You needa hug!" Dib sighed to himself as the perky robot kept offering him.

"Fine." he said reluctantly. Gir giggled to himself as he latched his arms around Dib's waist, drooping the rest of the flyers.

"GIR!" a familiar voice shouted from the front desk, "STOP HUGGING CUSTOMERS AND GET THOSE FLYERS OUT!"

"Yes, Master!" the robot saluted, ceasing his hug and gathering up the spilled flyers before waving goodbye to Dib and resuming his exit.

"I have no legs! I have no legs!.." Dib heard him sing as he walked outside. He glanced back towards the counter, expecting to see his rival. Instead, there was a crude human-like robot with a tape recorder next to it, occasionally yelling for Gir to not hug customers.

"Welcome!" the robot suddenly sprang to life as Dib approached the counter. It silently stared at him, casting it's eerie, false smile as it folded it's hands.

"Um.. yes." Dib said, "...I'd like an appointment."

"Please sign here!" it quickly responded, a clipboard and pen suddenly dispensed from it's chest region. Dib glanced back at the robot before cautiously taking the clipboard and filling out the sheet.

"Thank you!" the robot said, quickly snatching the clipboard away from him, "Please remain seated until your number is called!" and with that, it leaned it's head back, making a sickly choking and gagging noise as a small paper tab appeared from it's mouth. Dib looked around, taking the piece of paper which read "4" before walking to the waiting area. No sooner was he about to sit down when the robot loudly called out his number.

"THAT was quick.." he thought, and he proceeded toward the back area. He was greeted by another makeshift robot, this time dressed in a doctor's robe.

"Please strip and sanitize." it said, indicating a small shower stall beside it. Dib glanced from it to the shower.

"COME ON! IT DOESNT TAKE ROCKET SCIENCE!" the robot suddenly shouted, "TAKE THE FRIGGING SHOWER!"

Quickly, Dib started to undress in front of it, setting his clothes down in a neatly folded pile and standing nude.

"...Nice." he heard the robot say. he quickly glanced at it, blushing as he tried to hide his features from it. The automated figure remained silent, not seeming to be active at all. Eyeing it suspiciously, Dib opened the shower stall door and climbed in. upon stepping in, the faucet immediatly began to activate, showering warm water over dib's nude body. He was caught off guard momentarily, half expecting the floor to open up beneath him and swallow him. Surprisingly, the shower was quite nice. he started to relaxe somewhat, closing his eyes and running his hand through his damp hair. A sudden feeling of water shooting upward from the floor cause him to jump slightly.

Dib sighed, almost shuddering as the water's warmth encased him in all areas, securely sanitizing his body all over. Soon, however, both faucets ceased, and the stall door opened itself. Dib stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

"Please go ahead inside and wait for the masseuse." the robot further instructed, opening a door to a small room. Dib eyed the robot once more as he entered the room. He thought he heard a small giggle from the robot as it shut the door behind him. Dib looked around the room; it was quaint.It seemed very much like any massage parlor would; a few plants on a counter, some assorted oils next to them, while a stereo system rested on a stand by the corner.

He sighed to himself, sitting himself down on the massage bed that sat in the middle of the room. On the wall were a few sattellite photos of assorted planets, most of which he had never even seen before. He just looked at them, admiring the landscape photos. He hoped he could one day see those very planets, if life permitted him. He actually felt very jealous of Zim because of this.

He suddenly heard the door open, and Zim stepped in, not seeing him as he read the chart in his hands.

"..Alright, sir. How are you doing today? Hope you enjoy today's treatmenOHMYGOD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!" the Irken shrieked, dropping the chart and slamming back against the door like a trapped rat.

"Hello, Zim." Dib said, "Good to see you too."

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! HOW DID YOU GET PAST MY ROBOT GUARDS!!!" the alien youth continued. Dib just rolled his eyes.

"I got an appointment, duh."

"A notable tactic, Dib-worm." Zim glared, "Now remove yourself from here AT ONCE!"

"Like hell!" Dib snapped, "I came here for answers! And a massage!" he rose from the bed, not noticing his towel slipping, "Now spill it, Zim. What are you doing with this place?"

Zim, however, did not answer. Instead, his eyes were lowered to Dib's exposed lower half; his towel on the floor.

"Well, not selling corn dogs, for one." he retorted. Dib suddenly felt a breeze and gasped, quickly recovering his towel and placing around his waist, blushing madly. Zim quickly regained his stature, fixing his hair as it started to slip off.

"Now then.." he said, "Let's get started."

"Fair enough." Dib retorted, returning to the bed and laying out on his stomach. Zim sighed, stretching himself out and cracking his knuckles before moving to Dib. The Irken placed his hands against Dib's bare shoulders, starting in a soft rubbing motion. He grinned to himself when he heard Dib emit a satisfied groan.

"...So why the idea for a massage parlor?" Dib asked once more. Zim increased the pressure of his palms against the human's shoulder blades.

"If you MUST know..." Zim sighed, "...massaging was actually one of my specialties before I became an invader."

Dib raised an eyebrow.

"You? A masseuse?"

"Yep."

"You certainly underwent a career change."

"Truth is, it was to hold me over while I was still training at the academy." Zim continued, rubbing his knuckles along the middle of Dib's back. Dib shuddered, letting out another soft groan.

"You're really good, I have to admit." Dib commented.

"Of course I am." Zim smiled to himself, "I was among the top of my field." He began to press his fingers into Dib's lower back, rubbing his fingertips against his soft skin.

"So this parlor's just something for your spare time, then?" Dib asked. Zim let out an amused chuckle.

"Dont be so naive, Dib-worm." he smirked, "You know I wouldnt utilize anything unless it helped me in my mission." He suddenly pressed his elbow harshly against the center of Dib's back, along his spine.

"Urk!"

"Dont worry. It's part of the massage." Zim said, "If I wanted to dispose of you, I would have let the shower do that for me." He could hear Dib let out a small sigh, though if it was from the relief or the massage, he wasnt sure.

"The truth is, doing this also allows me to get a more... up-close and intimate view of your human body."

"Mmm... testing the durability of our own skin, huh?"

"You catch on well." Zim smirked. He paused to remove his disguise, letting his antennea breathe and twitch before returning to Dib.

"You'd be surprised to know that the tips of my fingers are also partly automated. Most Irken's are partly mechanical. My fingers are actually scanning the inside of your body as we speak, allowing me to chart each bone, organ and muscle."

"Clever.." Dib said, letting out a moan as Zim started to press and knead his knucles along the small of his back.

"But what makes you think I'll not try and do something about it?" he asked. Zim smirked as he started to rub his palms upwards Dib's spine.

"If there's anything I've learned from this, Dib." he said, a few popping and cracking noises sounding from Dib's back as he continued his work, "It's that the human body is quite fragile."

Dib grit his teeth, feeling Zim's smooth, warm hands travel along his back, occasionally popping in parts of his vertebrea. He was surprised at how liberating and soothing it felt.

"Don't tale me for a fool, Zim." he said, "What's your offer?"

Zim grinned as his hand traveled back down, finding Dib's towel and sliding beneath it.

"Everything." he replied.

Dib's eyes widened as he felt Zim's hand caress his rump. He started to move when he felt the tip of his rival's finger run between his cheeks, gently touching against his most sacred of areas. Dib let out another moan as Zim's fingertip rubbed, sending sensations zipping through his body in ways he had never felt before.

"Sorry.." Zim grinned, "I just couldnt help myself." Dib glanced back at him, blushing. The Irken smiled back, moving his other hand to Dib's towel and removing it completely, leaving his bottom exposed. Dib shuddered from Zim's touch, pressing his face against the pillow of the massage bed. The Irken's hands kneaded and rubbed Dib's supple rear, then moving further between his legs and touching his balls. Dib moaned softly again, squirming lightly.

"You certainly have a different negotiating tactic." He breathed.

"It's just the beginning, Dib-monkey." Zim replied, moving behind his rival/client and undoing his clothes in one swift movement, tossing them aside and standing nude behind Dib. Dib felt his lower half raised, followed by the sudden hot wetness of the Irken's mouth enveloping his hanging member. Dib gasped loudly, squirming more while Zim's hands calmly kept rubbing his thighs and buttocks.

"God... you're quick.." he managed to say. He could feel Zim's tongue slithering along his length, then to his balls. He couldnt help himself, and he moaned more loudly. His hips began to move up and down slowly, shifting into Zim's mouth much to the satisfied alien. Dib shuddered and let out a small whimper of pleasure, blushing madly as he glanced back, seeing Zim kneeling behind him.

Zim's hands spread apart Dib's rump, once again exposing his virgin rose to the alien. He grinned to himself, pulling his mouth away from Dib's erect human erection.

"I'm not lying to you, Dib." he whispered, kneeling back upwards, kisisng along Dib's rump, then up the small of his back as he crawled atop him.

"I've grown tired of our constant and unending fighting." he pressed against the human, letting him feel his own anatomy against Dib's eager virginity. Zim's member was a bit different from a human's; instead of a bare organ, he had what would resemble a sheathe. Slowly, it began to extend, taking it's own form as it stood outward and became slimmer until it was recognizable as an Irken penis.

"You're offering quite a lot.." Dib responded.

"I know." Zim replied, slithering his tongue along Dib's shoulder.

"Please give me an answer before I make you cum." the Irken nibbled along his human rival's earlobe, emitting another small moan from Dib. Zim exhaled softly as his own body reacted against Dib's. He brushed his erection against his rump, sliding it between his cheeks.

"Ahhn.."Dib closed his eyes, only panting as his body felt hotter and hotter. Zim smiled and gracefully slid back down his body to the edge of the massage bed. Touching his feet against the cold floor, he knelt back down, meeting Dib's rump. Spreading him again, Zim leaned in, letting his tongue do it's duty and swirling and brushing against Dib's anus.

Dib moaned louder, blushing a bit shamefully from the taboo sensation. Zim groaned softly, placing his hands against his rival's cheeks and pressing his face further against his rump, eating him out. Dib panted harder, reaching his hand between his legs desperately, only to be swatted away by Zim's.

"Mine, for the time being." the Irken said teasingly. Dib blushed harder and panted, pressing his cheek against the pillow. Zim continued pressing his hot tongue against Dib's sensitive rose. He shuddered heavily, gripping the massage bed tightly.

Finally, Zim pulled his mouth away, giving a few playful lashes with his tongue against Dib's moistened hole. Moving back up over his rival, Zim pressed his still-erect Irkenhood against the newly-lubed entrance. Dib grit his teeth, moaning in a sharp pain as Zim's slender rod moved in slowly, uninhibited by the absence of a head, just one long, slender member.

Both of them moaned as Zim penetrated him, sliding in to the hilt, joining their bodies as one. Zim gently bit down on Dib's shoulder as he started to shift his hips back and forth.

"God, Zim..." Dib moaned. The Irken smiled to himself, pumping in and out slowly.

"Give me an answer.." he hissed softly, teasing against Dib's ear with his tongue. Dib moaned louder, shivering beneath him.

"Please give me an answer..." Zim's hips started to shift more quickly, thrusting harder into his rival's tightness. DIb bit his lower lip, fighting back desperately any urges to cry out a reply.

"I'm so close, Dib..." Zim moaned softly, "And I know you are, too..."

The two of them panted in unison, sweat glistening their bodies by now.

"Please tell me..." Zim whispered, almost in a pleading tone, "Please..."

Dib panted harder, his erection feeling more pressued with every thrust of the Irken. He could hear his breathing, almost in small whimpers. He could tell they were getting close.

"Tell me!" Zim cried out softly, "I'm almost there!"

Dib felt Zim's cheek press against his, his hot breathe against his own. His hips thrust harder, gaining momentum.

"Dib!" Zim groaned, "Tell me!!"

Finally, Dib could no longer resist.

"Yes!" he cried out. Zim arched his hips, pumping harder into his tightness.

"Yes, Zim!!!" Just in time, Dib shouted in ecstasy his answer to Zim's offer. His sturdy erection suddenly shot his load, his anus filled by Zim's member. Dib pressed his head back down against the pillow, moaning and crying out as he came. Zim merely gasped and choked loudly, leaning back and grabbing his hips.

A jet of hot Irken spunk filled Dib's walls, followed by another, more powerful shot that sent him into another orgasm. Zim moaned, emptying himself into his rival's tightness. Dib moaned over and over again, Zim's fluid dripping out as it overfilled him, seeping down his legs and along his balls. The clear-blue substance splattered against the massage bed as Zim finally pulled himself out, pressing Dib flat against the bed and resting atop him, panting to catch his breath.

"You drive a hard bargain, Zim..." Dib muttered. Zim only chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"It's an agreement you wont regret, Dib. Trust me."

"I hope so.." he replied. Zim's antennea lowered, touching along Dib's shoulder gently. His hand slid down slowly, moving along Dib's body until he found what he was searching for. Dib's hand met his own, tightening in a final seal of their bonding agreement.

~*~

Two Hours Later

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Zim cracked the knuckles of his hands once more, followed by twisting his antennea together, making a light popping noise. Soon the next client would be arriving, and he made sure to be ready.

"Master, the 8:00 appointment is here!" came Gir's voice over the loudspeaker. Zim smiled to himself, satisfied with today's earlier events as he non-chalantly pressed his fingers against the speak button.

"Yes, yes, send them right in, Gir." he said.

"...Okay, talking box!" came a reply. Zim just rolled his eyes. There was a sudden click, followed by a loud, high-pitched screech, as if the speaker had just been destroyed. Zim's antennea quickly darted upward as he glanced towards the door of the room.

After a few minutes, in stepped a young boy. It had seemed as though he skipped the shower prior, as he still had on his clothes; a long-sleeved shirt, baggy pants, and unkept boots with the laces barely tied. on his wrist was a familiar piece of "jewelery", as well as a few tattoos along his arm, where the sleeve was torn, revealing them.

"Welcome." Zim said, keeping his calm, "It's been a long time since we met, hasnt it, Stat?"

The "boy" just flashed a toothy, evil grin, his hair hanging over his eyes.
"Well, once bounties get higher, I start showing interest, Zim." he replied.

"I see..." the Irken answered, playing with his nails,
"So just how much did The Tallest raise the price to?"

"They peaked at about twenty million creds." Stat replied, cocking his head to the side, popping his neck, "After that, they seemed pretty desperate. I managed to talk them into fifty million."

"So I mean that much now, huh?" Zim gave a confident smirk.

"Well, it wasnt as if you hadnt impressed everybody." Stat said, "After what happened to Mev, rumors started spreading. Ironically, this pathetic little dirtball is now being considered by the armada."

"Too bad I'm already here." the irken said, a more stern look in his eyes.

"That's why I'm here." Stat smiled, once again.

"That, and because.."

"..Because Mev didnt do his job. Yes, I know. So sue me." the bounty hunter rolled his eyes, "But enough talk. It hurts my head."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"That we will."

"Yes."

"Yes indeed."

"...Now you're just stalling."

"Partially."

Zim suddenly chucked a blade he had hidden behind him, square at the hunter's forehead. Stat barely had time to catch it before Zim lunged towards him, shoving the massage bed into his stomach and pinning him against the wall. Stat's eyes bugged as he gasped for air.

Zim wasted no time as he stepped on top of the bed, swinging punch after punch repeatedly against Stati's face. His yellowish blood splatted against his fists, as well as his face. Suddenly Stat's hand came up, catching one of Zim's fists. He growled and gave a strong kick, sending the bed against the other side of the room, tripping the Irken.

"Dont fuck with me, Zim." he snarled, switching off his hologram disguise. He stood about as tall as Zim, if not a few inches taller. He definately wasnt Irken; his skin was more of a light purple, while his eyes were a dark blue lense. His clothes instantly switched to a precise uniform of sorts, his sloppy boots replaced by straight-laced ones with silver tips, perfect for stomping someone's face in. on his back was a metal pack, similar to an Irken one, except instead of thin spider-legs, metal tendrils emerged, one grasping Zim's hands and holding him up.

Stat started with firece, sharp blows, bringing his fist across Zim's cheek, then following up with a right, then a left, then another right. Zim gave a quick kick upside his chin, sending him reeling back. One of the tendrils came loose, allowing Zim to free his right hand. Another quickly came behind him, quickly wrapping around his neck. He gasped and chocked for air as another tendril appeared, shoving down his open mouth, choking him.

Stat wiped his blood from his face, giving a snarling grin.
"I'm gonna enjoy this, Zim." he smirked. He didnt notice Zim's own metal pack extending it's legs, coming about and shoving through Stat's shoulder. the alien hunter yelled loudly, commanding his tendrils to choke Zim harder.

His head quickly becoming blurred, Zim gave one last desperate shot as two of his legs grasped Stat by the head, then all of a sudden giving a sharp pull. A loud, sickly cracking noise was heard as Stat's body suddenly became limp. Wasting no time, Zim finished it as another leg suddenly shoved deep and plunged right through Stat's neck, emerging out the other side.

The bounty hunter's arms fell to his side, and the tendrils holding Zim suddenly fell dead. Stat's eyes slowly moved, glancing towards Zim before rolling back, the bounty hunter finally dead. Breathing hard, Zim yanked his spider-leg from Stat's neck, making him slump forward to the ground, dead.

Zim walked back to his chair, which was overturned, and placed right again. Sitting down, he took a few more breathes as his former-opponent's blood remained splattered against his face.

"This is my planet now." he said in between breaths, "When that brain of yours transmits back, you can tell the Tallest they'll have to do more than that to get it..."

The End.
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