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Zim shook those horrid thoughts away from his mind. Of course he wasn’t in love with the Dib, what a ridiculous idea.
“Never mind that, get off me stink beast!” He pushed the boy off from him, as landed with an ‘omph-’
“You’re welcome for trying to catch you.” Dib sat up, trying to dust off an snow that had definitely gotten into his hair.
“Ha! As I would thank you for anything.”
Zim stalked back into Dib’s house, grumbling and complaining. The hoodie that Dib had given him was wet, and he could feel his invader uniform underneath was as well. He huffed, looking at the stairways before a small grin grew on his face.
Dib, who was just recovering on being dumped into the icy snow, saw Zim bolt up the stairs.
“What- Oh hell no-” He stood up, running into the house, not before closing the front door, and pursued Zim. Didn’t take long, since by the time he got to his bedroom’s door, it was closed and locked.
“ZIIM!” He wiggled the doorknob. “Open the door!”
Zim just responded with a cackle, and no other response. Dib huffed, pulling out his carabiner and shifting through the keys for his bedroom. He wasted no time in shoving the key in and throwing open the door.
“ZIM! WHAT ARe you-” His words died on his tongue, as he just stood there, looking at Zim, as he was removing his invader uniform from his arms undisguised.
“I’m removing my clothing, that’s what.” He turned his back towards Dib, pulling his arms out of the sleeves, and unceremoniously throwing it to Dib’s desk chair, where Dib’s hoodie and disguise also rested.
“Your stupid Urth snow has made my clothing wet, and I will not allow myself to be wet.” He turned himself to face Dib, arms crossed.
“Wuh- Okay, yeah- I get that, but couldn’t you have done that at your base?” He entered his room, closing the door behind him.
“Yesss....” He rubbed his chin with a claw, “But Zim is not waiting till he is at his base! Plus, your home is right here.”
Dib groaned, rubbing his face. “Fine, just put on a shirt. Wouldn’t want the almighty Zim to get the flu.”
“I will get no flu! My superior healing capabilities are more then equipped to handle your pathetic- ack!-”
His ranting was cut off by the shirt thrown at him, landing right on his face.
“Yeah yeah, I get it. Shut up and put it on.”
Zim pulled the shirt from his face with a huff, looking at the shirt. It was one of Dib’s older ones, and his most recognizable ones.
“It doesn’t fit me anymore,” Zim looked up at Dib, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It should fit you, well, better then my hoodie did..”
“You talk too much.” Zim retorted, yet he slipped on the shirt. It ended right underneath his pelvis, a far more manageable length then the hoodie. It was practically a dress, no wonder he fell...
“..It’s tolerable.” He crossed his arms once more, rubbing his arms.
“Are you cold?” Dib noticed pretty quickly what the irken was trying to do. He kicked off his shoes, and doing a quick change of shirts. He can handle a bit of wet pants.
“Zim is not cold! He is simply... craving warmth! That is all.” A shiver wracked through his body.
“Right... since your, ‘craving warmth’, why don’t ya hop in my bed?” He hung up his trench coat on the door hook.
“I most definitely will not be ‘hopping in your bed’, but, you have given me the most excellent idea! Of using your bed.”
“That’s what I said- okay-” Dib watched as Zim kicked off boots, pulling the covers away before burying himself with them. He covered the entirety of himself, only peeking through a hole he held up by the hand.
“Zim is the best! He is feeling warm already! But it’s not enough...” He hummed, trying to use his incredible brain to rack for ideas. Till he felt the bed shift weight. He peeked out to see the Dib sitting.
“You! Human! What are you doing on my bed!”
“What?- This is my bed!” He leaned down to look at Zim.
“Not anymore, it has been claimed by the amazing ZIM! And by sitting on my bed, you are now my slave.”
“Yeah no, not happening space boy.”
Dib sat up right, in which Zim felt a drop of warmth. He perked his antennae, and popped out from underneath the covers. Dib was just about to leave from his bed, before Zim’s grabbed his wrist.
“Wait!” Zim felt Dib’s warmth on his wrist, and moved up to his lower arm, upper, and shoulder.
“Uhh, what are you doing?” He asked while the alien as feeling him.
“Yess... yes... You are warm! PERFECT! You will warm Zim!”
Dib’s cheeks quickly became dusted in red, removing his arm away from Zim. “What!?”
“You will warm Zim!” He repeated. “Zim craves warmth, you are warm. You are on Zim’s bed, therefore, you will service Zim with your warmth!”
Dib just stared at him like a deer in headlights. Jesus, was he really going to do this? But this was a pretty good excuse, he might not have the chance to do this again...
With a heavy sigh, he dropped his arm. “Fine, scoot over.”
Zim beamed at this, thinking he had successfully made Dib submit. He moved over, watching as Dib slipped underneath the covers and laid besides him.
Zim looked at Dib expectingly, while Dib just stared back, waiting for anything. “Well?” Dib asked, “How do you want me to... warm, you?”
Zim dropped his smile, “Eh, well, as my slave, YOU should know how to warm your master.”
Dib sighed, “Okay, lemme see... move like this, yeah, okay. I’m going to touch you now, don’t claw me. Don’t. Wipe that smirk off or I’m not gonna give you my warmth. Okay, there. How’s that?”
Zim looked up Dib. They were both on their sides, arms wrapped around his waist, and pressed against his chest. He grimaced on how his head laid and how Dib’s arm was settled underneath him.
“Horrible. Try again.”
Dib huffed, doing the next best thing. Arms already wrapped around Zim, he moved to lay flat on his back, with Zim on top of him. The bug flailed bit, but lifted his head up to check their new position.
“How about now?”
Zim gave a hum, “Acceptable. You’ve done well, Dib-slave.” He patted his shoulder.
“Wow, thanks.”
Zim laid his head back down to Dib’s chest, closing his eyes to revel in the warmth. Dib was so, so warm. His entire chest feeling warm, almost on the brink of burning. It filled him through his blood stream and flowed down to the rest of his body. There was a concentrated amount on his waist, that had begun moving to his sides, rubbing up and down in a rhythmic pattern. He felt another shiver wrack through him, before perking his head up once to look at Dib.
“What are you doing?”
Dib paused, opening his previously closed eyes to look at Zim. “Just trying to warm you up more..?”
Zim stared at him, enough to make him start to sweat a bit, before smirking. “Of course, carry on.” He laid back down, hearing Dib let out a sigh. Pathetic human, he fully well in what he was doing, and while it did bring him warmth, that wasn’t the only reason...
While he has no interest or will to partake in any mushy relationship, mostly because he simply did not have any interest in Dib (what a lie that was, his mind rang,) he had no issue in indulging this activity.
Dib did his dutiful work on keeping on this lie, his hands drifting up to his back, arms, before working his way down. Further and further... Till he rubbed on the back of his thighs, completely skipping on backside. With a bit of disappointment, he focused on where Dib’s hands were.
He caressed his thighs ever so gently, feeling every bit and curve of them. Hands wandering closer, stuttering as they did. His core was warm, and began aching. The tips of fingers moved ever inwards of his thighs, so, so close.
“Dib.” He murmured, and with that, he felt his movement freeze. “There is warmth, inside of Zim. Not like before...” He hitched his hips up with a whimper, giving Dib a pretty clear hint on what he meant.
He watched as the noir’s eyes followed his movement, cheeks turning pink and breaths turning swallow. So pliant, so unsuspecting.
“..Z-Zim.” Dib’s hands shook from where he sat, looking at Zim, who now had his head perked up. He looked confused, needy, and wanting. “How does it feel? H.. how does the warmth feel?”
“It aches, it wants something... it wants you, stink beast.” He muttered in a wispy tone.
Dib’s breath hitched, fingers trailing closer to where he wanted to explore the most. “Do you trust me Zim?”
Zim didn’t answer for a moment, only shuffling a bit to settle closer to Dib’s ear, resting on his shoulder.
“Just touch me, you filthy.” He reached down, taking Dib’s hand right to where he needed it the most.
“Wha-” Dib sputtered uselessly, but his fingers crooked inwards, feeling the faint dip of Zim’s area. He rubbed the area, feeling along the slight dip of a slit to see which got the most response.
“That’s it, you animal. Surely you didn’t expect Zim to be so clueless?” He whispered, before he let out a shaky breath on a particular area.
“I dunno, m-maybe? You’re kind doesn’t have sex to make babies so-”
Zim grabbed Dib chin, forcibly making him turn to look him. All that said in eyes was need, the need to command, to take, and to fulfilled. “Shut up, and service Zim, slave.” Zim rubbed his thigh in between Dib’s legs, making him whimper. “You will be paid handsomely in return..”
Dib nodded feverously, quickly moving his fingers to the waistband of Zim’s leggings, which the irken lifted his hips he help him tug down. With the simple promise of being offered something so primal, Dib was having no issues on complying. Zim felt as Dib’s fingers trailed up his inner thigh, making them splayed across Dib’s thighs so he would easier access to Zim’s slit.
Dib’s fingers ran gently across on Zim’s slit, a soft touch and he could feel his fingers become wet. He watched as Zim canted his hips into his touch, encouraging him. “Zim’s no fragile thing, Dib-slave.” He murmured. “Get on with- ah!”
His fingers dipped into his folds, exploring every bit of him, in which he found a little nub near the top, which gave such a pretty response. Zim let out a minuscule groan, rutting his front hips onto Dib. He huffed, waiting till Dib found.. There! Two fingers began prodding against his vent, which had a great amount of give, and allowed for one to slip in.
His claws dug into Dib’s shirt as his finger dipped inside his vent.