Chapter 4- Deadly Heat

The ear-splitting sound of shattering glass echoed through the halls and rooms of Zim's large base. The creature that had just been thrown through the glass window groaned loudly in a mixture of pain and masochistic bliss. He rose to his feet sluggishly, the pieces of broken glass crackling under his weight. He staggered a bit and held a hand to his forehead. That last blow had really knocked him dizzy.

"What's the matter, Dib? Feel like giving in to the mighty force of ZIM," the alien sneered triumphantly. He closed his eyes as he laughed his trademark maniacal laugh in assumed victory.

Suddenly, a chair flew through the air and hit Zim square in the chest, forcing him to the cold, linoleum floor.

"Not on your life, Space Boy," Dib taunted, smiling wickedly.

Zim pushed the chair off of himself and moaned a little. He had to admire the human's will power. The battle to be on top was becoming increasingly harder then he thought.

Dib brushed off the small splitters of glass from his bare chest and shoulders. Zim had pulled off his ripped shirt and trench coat a while ago and now he only wore a sliced pair of black jeans. His body was tingling in unadulterated ecstasy, most of it centered in his nether regions.

Dib stepped back into the room through the broken window. Zim had also made it to his feet, although he seemed more then a little woozy. But through the daze, he smiled seductively at Dib, wanting even more of the pleasurable abuse.

Dib smiled evilly right back at his foe. He wanted Zim more then anything. He longed to see that green alien body squirm beneath him and beg him for mercy. The mere thought of it shot a wave of ecstasy to his warm place. He couldn't control his urges anymore. He began to run at Zim, his hands stretched out ready to snatch.

Just as Dib was about to grab hold of his prey, Zim seized him by the arms and placed a foot on his chest. He rolled onto his back, rocketing Dib over his head.

Dib heard the metallic "thwang" sound of his body hitting metal a split second before the pain of the landing had kicked in. He blinked away the sting and looked to see where he had landed. His eyes grew wide in surprise to see that he had been thrown right onto the operating table.

Wow… good shot Zim, he thought to himself.

Not missing a beat, Zim sprang onto his victim and extended his mechanical spider legs from his pak. The sharp ends found Dib's wrists and pinned them above his head, applying only enough pressure to hold him without piercing through his flesh.

Dib looked up at his attacker with narrowed eyes. "No fair! You can't use your spider arms," he complained.

"Even if that were a rule, I still would have broken it," Zim said with a small, cynical laugh behind his words.

"You always cheat! You wouldn't be able to win if you played fair! That just proves that I am better then you," Dib spat irately beneath Zim's unrelenting hold.

"That's a lot of talk for someone in your position," Zim said, digging his spider legs into Dib's wrists a little more, threatening to break the delicate, human skin.

Dib's eyes clenched shut and he drew in a sharp breath through his gritted teeth. At any moment, Zim could pierce into him, striking the main vein in his wrists and consequently triggering his death. But the pure rush of such a risk made his member throb in excitement.

Zim could see the stimulation on his quarry's face and he knew he wasn't going to last long either if he didn't get things moving. So he used his free hands to start undoing the tattered remains of Dib's pants.

Feeling a pair of wondering claws near his crotch, Dib began trying to kick Zim away. He did love the feeling of the intimacy, but the vigor of defending himself was much more enjoyable to him. He'd give anything to be on top.

Annoyed by the Dib-Human's reluctance to submit, Zim used the back of his hand to slap Dib across the face.

"Quit struggling or I'll have to tie you down," Zim said to his prey, as if disciplining him.

Dib panted heavily after being struck. All of this was so overly arousing that he figured it would be best to let Zim remove his pants before he exploded. So he discontinued his mad thrashing, but only for the moment.

Zim used this brief cease-fire to tear off what little pants Dib had left, pushing them down over his shoes and off his body. He tried not to get too distracted by Dib's hardness while he worked at getting the human's boots and socks off. But once he had his victim completely naked, he couldn't help himself. He grabbed Dib's special spot and worked it in his hand, watching in amusement as Dib squirmed and groaned loudly.

Dib's back arched up as he moved beneath Zim. Never in his life had he imagined it would feel this good. But he had also never imagined he would be sharing his first with his most hated enemy… an alien no less.

Zim smiled lustfully, enjoying Dib's movements. But he needed to continue before he released inside his own pants. So he quickly began unbuckling his belt, letting his invader pants fall to his ankles.

Dib picked up his head once he heard the rattling of a belt buckle. He stared wide-eyed at Zim's member. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It looked more like a fat worm then a mushroom like his. Not to mention, it was wriggling around like a snake.

"Quit staring," Zim said as he forced a finger inside Dib's opening for emphasis.

Dib's head threw back against the table and he let out a startled scream. Zim's fingers inside of him felt unbelievably weird. He legs writhed around in discomfort at this new sensation.

"No… stop," Dib gasped breathlessly.

"Quit your whining, Dib-Stink. It will only hurt for a little while," Zim said, wriggling his fingers inside his victim. He pulled them out, causing Dib to stop his squirming momentarily. But once the sensation was over, Dib sort of missed it.

"AAHHH! What is that," Dib yelped as he felt something cool and wet on his opening.

"Lubrication," Zim simply answered.

Dib pulled against his restrains, but it only dug the sharp ends of Zim's spider legs into his skin further. He winced at that pain, making him temporarily forget he had a raging nymphomaniac on his other end.

But soon, Dib was reminded when Zim began to push his member inside. Dib could only scream and moan as it went in. The lubrication was doing its job, but this new, invading feeling was making his eyes water.

Once Zim was finally inside, he placed a hand on the table right next to Dib's head for balance and took a moment to listen to Dib's vocalizations and watch him contort beneath him. He smiled evilly, but then began to thrust slowly in and out of Dib.

Dib could only whimper and groan at the strange feeling, his watery eyes spilling tears over his cheeks. But Zim had been right. After the first few thrusts, it was no longer painful. It had grown into an outrageously pleasuring sensation. He began to move in time with Zim's thrusts, making the feeling even better.

Zim started panting wildly and driving himself into Dib more desperately. Both boys had forgotten about using complete sentences and were now gasping various statements one would usually say during sex.

"Harder!"

"Oh god, yes!"

"More!"

And Zim gave more. He grabbed hold of Dib's waist and shoved himself in and out harder and faster until he felt he couldn't hang on anymore. He threw back his head and screamed as his seed was shot into Dib's opening.

Feeling the sticky warmth inside him only drove Dib over the edge too, and he came all over himself and Zim.

Zim just remained on top of Dib for a moment, panting heavily. But he withdrew his spider arms and rolled over onto the table next to Dib.

Dib stared out above him. Droplets of sweat ran down the sides of his face and his whole body shook. Did that really just happen? Had he just shared his first time with his worst enemy? Well, technically it wasn't sharing. He had kind of been forced. Although, he did enjoy it thoroughly, so it wasn't really rape, which meant Zim's plan hadn't exactly worked out the way it was suppose to.

Dib smiled at this, listening to the content, steady breathing of the alien laying beside him.

"Wow," he said.

"Yeah," Zim responded breathlessly.

"Not bad, Zim," he complimented.

"You did very well too Dib-Stink," Zim answered.

Dib smiled and shook his head a little. After all that, Zim still insisted on calling him names.

"I don't think your plan really worked," Dib said, laughing a little.

"What plan," Zim chuckled.

Believe it or not, that is the first time I have EVER finished a fanfic. Pretty cool, huh? Let me know what you think!