Soft, cold breath blew over his lips. The man opened his eyes to stare into magenta orbs. He opened his mouth to speak but a cold, pointed tongue inserted itself between his lips to wrap around his own, pulling it forward gently for sharp teeth to nip.

Dib jerked back, startled. He shoved the alien off and sat up quickly, staring at him.

"What are you doing?" he growled, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and fighting the urge to spit.

Zim grinned that malicious and beautiful grin and crawled closer.

"You," he hissed, reaching over to wrap a hand over the boy's shoulder and push him down again. Before Dib could do anything the alien was atop him, sliding his hips against his own and leaning down over him. The movement brought on an uncomfortable tightness in Dib's underwear and he growled, reaching up to once again shove Zim away. The Irken caught his wrists and leaned to pin them above his head, bringing his face closer and brushing Dib's cheek with a cool, moist tongue. The man turned away, disgusted. He struggled beneath Zim's weight and whined as cool lips brushed against his own and encompassed his upper lip, then his lower, in rotation. Dib bit him, recoiling at the bitter taste of alien blood. Zim sat up slightly, grinding his hips down more and grinning even as he licked his swelling lip.

"Had enough?" he whispered. Dib nodded, flexing his hands and twisting them in the Irken's grasp. Zim released him, sliding off with grace unchallenged and rising to stand beside Dib's bed. He ran a hand over his head, pushing his delicate antennae down a moment before cracking his fingers. Dib sat up again and looked at him, waiting for him to leave so he could go back to sleep and pretend nothing ever happened. Just like he always did.

Zim tilted his head and then wrapped a hand around Dib's throat, crushing until he found the magical place of human weakness. Dib struck out at him angrily as a numbness spread over him quickly, stunting his heart and breaking his vision into smaller and smaller glimpses of the world. He fell unconscious quickly.

Cold pricked his mind to wakefulness. He turned his head and moaned as his eyes flickered open. It was dark still, slivers of moonlight filtering through the corners of the curtains. Dib blinked and opened his eyes wider as he gained more awareness. The window was open; he could see the slight breeze shifting the curtains. Maybe Zim had left.

He moved and felt the soft bindings around his wrists, his arms once again stretched above his head. His shirt had been removed and he shivered slightly as the night air touched his bare skin. Before he could further assess the situation, claw-tipped fingers grasped around his thin hips suddenly and sank ever so gently into the flesh there. He lifted his head to look, already knowing who it was, and growled at him.

Zim eyed him as he leaned down, crouched over the man's legs, working his tongue around the button of Dib's pajama pants. The boy thrashed, but Zim held him firm, pinning his hips against the bed and using his own weight on his legs.

"Stop, Zim!"

He felt the small pop as his button came undone. The tongue snaked through the buttonhole and grazed the delicate skin below his stomach muscles. Dib couldn't suppress a shiver, the sensation prickling up his abdomen and sides.

"Get away!" he snarled, thrashing once more. Zim ignored him as he proceeded to pull at the material with his teeth. He then let up, shifting off the bed and standing at the foot for a moment, watching as Dib struggled against his bindings until he stopped, panting softly. He lifted his head again to look at Zim. The Irken grinned and leaned forward, taking hold of the edges of his pants on each side and pulling them down quite suddenly. Dib gasped at the sudden chill his member was exposed to. It started to wilt but firmed again quickly to Zim's invasive touch. Zim chuckled, moving around to the bedside and leaning down over the man's face. Dib now shook his head, terrified eyes meeting with collected crimson orbs. Zim took a single step back and tugged at the fingers of each glove in turn, stripping them off and laying them neatly on the table. He then lifted a leg to pull off his boot, then the other. Dib looked away when Zim began to strip from his tunic and cold fingers wrapped under his chin, pulling his face back around and forcing him to look at the now-undressed alien. He glanced, then met with the eyes again, finding them the safest place to set his gaze.

Zim licked his cheek again and kept his eye so that Dib did not notice the movements of his hands. Cold wrapped around Dib's erect member, causing it to twitch uncomfortably. He felt his eyes well in embarrassment as he started to plead but again the tongue slid between his lips and held his own firmly down. Motions, soft and stirring, brought him around and he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself reach into the touch, growing firmer with each stroke and affirmative tug.

"Don't do this," he whispered as his tongue was liberated. The alien's face moved away from his own to kiss the center of his chest. The pointed tongue traced over his painfully-squeezing heart and the boy held his breath, willing the Irken away. Lips grazed his skin, soft and cool, and slid down slowly, kissing and sucking at his flesh as they made their way down, past his ribs, pausing just below the place his bellybutton would have been as the hand released his now-pulsing member.

Dib breathed a sigh momentarily but tensed as lips wrapped around the rounded tip of him. Dib jerked again, pressing into the bed even as he rose into the moist cave. Involuntary tears spilled silently from the corners of his eyes and he closed off his vision, trying to think of anything.

The tongue returned, wrapping around him and squeezing slowly, prompting a hearty pulsation as blood rushed to accommodate the sensations. His heart jumped, then quickened to promote the sudden need. The tongue slid down his shaft painfully slow, squeezing tighter and tighter until he felt he would explode. Dib shifted uncomfortably, a pained whine escaping his lips. He turned his face to the wall, eyes closed, and waited for it all to go away.

The tongue eased up and he twitched again as the lips moved further down on him, engulfing him until his tip touched the warm, wet flesh at the back of the alien's throat. Pressure, sure and slow, tugged on him and released, repeating slowly until he throbbed in the alien's mouth. Zim kept his eyes locked on the boy's face.

Warmth spread over Dib and he shifted again, squeezing his eyes tightly closed. His chest heaved as he gasped suddenly, then began to pant. His heart beat against the inside of him, but not unpleasantly. A twinge ran up his spine as a cool hand touched his side and claws dragged down his side slowly. Another hand laid on the center of his chest, just over his heart. Zim smiled at it's rapid pace and wrapped his tongue around the shaft again, squeezing quickly with motivation.

The pleasurable tension coiled tightly inside Dib's abdomen and he cried out, hands clenching into fists. His hips jerked and he moaned as his essence released rapidly into the alien's throat. Zim swallowed, then released him, sliding away slowly and covering him with a hand to keep him warm. He licked his lips and grinned, leaning close to Dib's face.

"How's that?" he whispered. Dib continued to breathe heavily as his body pulsed with post-orgasm endorphins. He finally relaxed against the bed and sighed. Zim just smiled. He leaned to untie his wrists, his own alien member pressed firmly against Dib's. He nuzzled his cheek against the man's as their bodies were pressed together.

Dib didn't look at him, just waiting for him to leave. His hands were freed and he moved his wrists, having rubbed and pulled them painfully against the bindings. Zim took hold of one wrist and brought it with him as he sat up.

Dib opened his eyes and shot a panicked look at Zim as he felt his hand wrap around something much like his own.

"No," he objected, bringing his other hand to strike at the alien. "No, let me go!"

Zim grabbed his other arm, pinning it to the bed beside him, and grinned. "No Dib, you let me go."

Dib felt more tears spill and he narrowed his eyes, snarling as he tightened his grip. Zim grunted, curling forward in pain. A mechanical leg extended from his PAK and the tip set against the hollow in Dib's throat, pressing into the vulnerable flesh there until the man tried to move away. He released his grip quickly at the threat and frowned as his fingers were curled around the strange member. Zim began moving his hand, eyes locked on Dib's. The man looked away, face burning in shame.

Zim laughed and leaned his head back as he pleasured himself with Dib's hand, moving faster and faster, panting and moaning shortly until his own essence shot across Dib's stomach. The man twitched and tried to resist vomiting as he stomach churned at the sticky warmth that slid down his sides.

Zim chuckled again and released his dirty hand. Dib laid it on the bed beside himself, not knowing quite what to do with himself. He was dismounted, the metal threat disappearing from his throat as the alien rose beside the bed, picking up his clothing and slipping it back on. Dib sat up slowly, coughing as he glanced down at the fluid on his abdomen. He picked up his shirt and brushed at it while Zim tugged his boots back on.

The alien stepped up to the edge of the bed and crossed his arms, grinning that… that grin.

"Enjoy?"

Dib shook his head, eyes downcast at his naked self, ashamed and used.

"0ne day," Zim smiled. He turned and slipped out the window, dropping to the ground and disappearing into the night. Dib rose from his soiled bed and stepped over to the window, slamming it closed and reaching for the lock. His gaze shifted out into the darkness, searchingly. He glanced again at the lock, his hand hovering over it. He lowered his arm slowly and went to bed.