Health class project

Chapter 5

 Hey ya, I am really sorry! I don't have a viable excuse for not writing except that I simply forgot, read on if you like. Think you'll like it ;-)

 It was dark in the room he woke up in, only light by a red light at his bedside, it was a bit creepy, but he felt so calm and hot and, and lonely. He felt so lonely with him, who is him? he felt so cold, but i'm sweating. He called out the name, voice scratchy, he felt so dry and hot, the door opened and in stepped who he had called for, who is that? They got closer Zim?! What in the hell is Zim doing here?! Where am I?! The alien took his face into his claws and asked him what was wrong, and if he felt alright. He could fell the dryness going away, it was just heat, a flame, a fire, something he sought to stoke and extinguish at the same time. He wrapped his hands through the collar of the alien's shirt pulling him close, he threw his arms around the being's neck, trying to drag him closer. What the hell am I doing! This is Zim, why can't I push away?! What did he do to me?! No, no, no- He crashed their lips together, pressing against the other body for heat, for ice, for whatever would cure this need inside him. He let out pitiful moans when he was pulled away, from both in and out he was disappointed.

 "Dib-human, you must stop, this isn't you, it's the serum Gir fed you. You don't really want this, please remember, I promise it will wear away sometime soon, just please stop." He sounded so desperate, and so commanding, he should have listened, but he didn't really want to. They were on the ground, having slid off when Dib tackled him in a, love-attack, so while outer Dib was kissing the star-lights out of his alien, inner Dib was realizing what he had said. This isn't real, stop yourself Dib! He doesn't want this. We have to stop, fight, pull away! He tried, but found he couldn't even control his body at the moment, he couldn't do anything, all he could do was sit back, let it take him over, and enjoy the amazing feel of those lips pressed against his own. Feel Zim's hard, strong body beneath his fingertips when they moved across the green skin, and breath in the heady mixture of sweat, pepper, and ice that was the emerald being's scent. He found himself whimpering again when the alien pulled him away and put him on the bed, his face flushed blue, it was rather cute. Zim turned on the over-head light before he left, cursing to himself in Irken under his breath, muttering a quick, 'dinner will be ready soon' as the door shut quickly. 

 Okay, so warning, if ya ain't into a little gay fantasy action, I would suggest skipping the next part, for I will spare no details.

 Dib frowned when his cute little alien wasn't there anymore, and he had made the heat so much better too, he wanted him back in there, there to hold him, to kiss him, to love him. To run his claws gently down his stomach before dipping them into the top of his pants, teasing him with that simple action until he asked breathlessly for more. He found his own hands trying to repeat that same action on his own. Those green nails would trace him lightly, outlining him once, twice, before pressing them down on the cloth of his pants, harder and harder until he whimpered. Then pulling down his pant without even unbuttoning them, pressing down with the palm of his hand roughly directly unto his dying member. Making his hips buck upwards, he lied down to continue, his alien would finally give into his desperate pleas and yank his boxers off him, gripping him tight near the base of his rock-hard erection. Near ready to blow, bucking for more, his other claw would push him down, then move to pinching at the hard nubs on his chest. Zim's pace would increase, faster and faster, long, segmented tongue coming out to flick the tip every so often. He worked ruthlessly to the edge, not stopping until he was pushed off it and shook.

 Okay, over, if you read that then good for you.

 "Ah-Zim!" The alien happened to be standing outside of the boy's door when he finished, it took probably all the control in him to not throw aside the food, stride in there, and give Dib what he was really hungry for. He stood there to give the human some time in which he would hopefully use to clean up, thankfully he had when he opened the door, Tallest know's he would have completely lost control and jumped on him. He walked in and placed the tray of food on top of the dresser next the the bed. He turned on the TV, handing the boy the remote, before he left. Zim decided that some target practice would be beneficial at the moment, so he went down to a practice room (floor more like it), along with the many other floors beneath the base. Deciding to expand after he ran out of places to hide from Gir. 

 His claws burned, his head rung, and the bright lights made his eyes water; he'd been down there for over an hour, shooting, throwing bombs, knifes, rocks. Even throwing his shoes at the wall a few times, the room was damaged and broken, the target people in shatters, the walls filled with craters and rubble everywhere. The alien almost felt sorry for the poor room, before leaving it to go to a the weight room, hoping to sweat the urges out of his body.

 Dib flicked through channels dejectedly, all he felt like doing was curling up with Zim, hugging, holding, petting, licking, biting... Whoa did that take a turn, when is this gonna wear off? I feel so hot... He ate the soup and bread his beloved prepared for him, finally settling on a channel, and burrowing into the blankets of the bed. His sweet, strong, hard alien, with big muscles and big eyes, and a huge- stop it!- with sharp teeth that could bite his- please!- those sharp, dangerous claws dragging up his spine making him arch as he- please stop it! Inner him was twisting and turning as his body grew hotter, needier, flashes of green and red before his eyes make him fully hard. He just wanted this to stop, he just wanted Zim.

 Eight demolished rooms later, Zim gave up, panting, drenched in sweat, he traveled up the elevator to the base, deciding to take a shower. He stripped down to nothing and started up the steady stream, he had brought down water to a molecular level and figured out why it caused the inflammatory, extremely painful reaction it did from his kind. So he was able to chemically alter his water supply to not harm his skin. One of the few things he decided to keep from his own race. The water soothed him and helped relax his tense muscles and he hung his head. 

 "Why so tense?" the invader whipped around to see the boy at the entrance of the rather large shower, a suggestive looking in his eye, the swell of his hips made known. And an oh-so-obvious bulge in his boxers.

 "How the hell did you get out?!"

 Ok, that's it, until next time. Again, sorry for making you wait so long, but I can't wait to write the next bit. Tootles.