The One I Hate (With Love) (Completed)

Zim woke up with excitement bubbling in his chest. He was glad that Dib was finally learning how to speak Irken and thought about how he could communicate with him that way. After many months of teaching him, of course. He wouldn't perfect the language that quickly. Zim was sure of it. He got up refreshed from the sleep he had obtained. He didn't need to sleep but he sometimes did it anyways. He went into the kitchen and retrieved his purple-pupiled contacts as well as his jet-black wig, putting them on and marching out the door.

When he arrived at skool he immediately went to Dib's locker and waited for him, fiddling with his glove's fingers. He eventually saw Dib approaching him with a troubled expression on his face that quickly turned into a neutral one when he faced him. With his curiosity piqued Zim decided to ask the human if he had studied the book he'd lent him.

"Were you able to engage in the studying of Irken language some more?" What he wasn't expecting was for Dib to answer with a shockingly vast amount of clarity in Irken.

Yes. I managed to study mostly the basics but it was efficient enough.

Zim gasped. How the hell had he managed to learn Irken that quickly?! It made him feel things. Things he didn't want to feel. He was starting to get a weird feeling in his gut and said the first thing that came to his mind "That was very, uh, good, Dib-human. Good work!" He ran off to the boy's bathroom and hyperventilated.

What is happening to me? Why do I feel so hot?

He bit his lip. The way Dib sounded when he spoke Irken was fucking sexy but why? It was just a language the alien spoke from time to time. Zim went into the stall and closed and locked the door. He thought about how Dib sounded and reached his hand down to his tight's crotch, rubbing lightly. He let out a moan. Giving into temptation again wouldn't hurt, right?

He frantically removed his tights, his tentacle out and dripping. He immediately took hold of it and stroked it. "Dib..." he imagined what it would be like if they had sex again. Maybe he would speak Irken to him this time. The thought made him go faster "Y-Yes..." he loved the feeling of pre-cum dripping down his fingers, the squelching sound of his tentacle pushing him forward. He clicked and popped a few times.

Dib...Tallest, you make me feel so good. Keep going.

He let the appendage weave through his fingers, making him throw his head back "Dib! Please let me finish all over your fingers!" He ran his thumb over the tip and moaned again. He imagined Dib's voice praising him for his good work.

"That's it, Spaceboy. You're such a good little alien for me."

The Irken threw his head back. "Ah! I'm gonna..." He stroked even faster, Dib's voice in his head pushing him to the edge.

"You can cum all you want. I'll lick it up every time. You intoxicate me, baby."

That did it. With a loud moan, he came all over his fingers. The alien panted as he came down from his high. A moment later realized what he'd just done. "Shit. This isn't good."

Zim had decided to, even though he was absolutely against it, go to his first period. Gym.

It should be a valuable distraction from...certain things.

The Irken entered the gym and sat down on a bench with the rest of the students. He heard a gasp next to him "Zim! Hi!" he turned around and saw a head of orange curly hair, green eyes, and an over-energetic smile. Keef.

There were a few reasons Zim didn't show up for gym class. One, because the very idea of it was revolting to him and it was a complete waste of his time. Two, because Keef was in the same class. It was just his luck for Keef to be sitting right next to him. He thought he would stay away from him after he'd taken out his eyes and replaced them with machinery that would cause him to see a squirrel and think it was Zim but no. He was still constantly pestering and annoying him. To say that he hated him was an understatement.