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The first thing Zim learned to love about Earth was its gravity. Over six long years on the rotten dirt ball had finally paid off, not in conquest but in height. Zim smiled at his 6-foot tall reflection as he went over his daily grooming. He'd already bathed himself in paste and put on his normal attire. Looking at himself again in the mirror, Zim smiled.
"I make invading look gooood."
"Looking gooooood," Gir reiterated, popping up from behind Zim's legs. "Can I play dress up now?"
Zim nodded, picking up his small robot friend and standing him on the dresser so he could clothe him in his human preskooler disguise. For such a "special" little thing, Gir stood still long enough for him to do it.
"There we go, Gir," Zim announced as he locked the red-haired helmet into place. Twin turquoise lights peered out from the head's mouth.
"Today I'm gonna draw a mongoose!" the robot shouted, jumping down and running to the front door where he'd wait until they left.
Zim walked Gir to preskool first, then walked to his own hi skool. No sooner had he managed the first block than the telltale sound of Gaz's horn blasted from behind him. Zim jumped and ducked into the bushes, as he'd learned was the appropriate response when the she-devil was loose. Instead of firm ground, he felt the unmistakable feel of flesh under him as he completed his leap to safety.
"Ouch! Jeez, Zim!"
Zim looked down, surprised, but not overly, at the inky-black-haired boy he'd happened to pounce on. "So, this spot's taken?"
"Get off me!" Dib ordered, squirming. Zim had him locked on the ground and didn't seem in a hurry to stand, either.
"I know you're weird, Dib, and I know I'm probably gonna regret asking this but...just what are you doing hiding in the bushes? Aren't you supposed to be getting a ride from your sister?"
Dib glared, doing his best to look intimidating in his current position. "Like I'd tell you."
"Let me guess, then." Zim bit his lower lip as if he were thinking very hard. "You were waiting here for me to come by so you could jump me and detain me with handcuffs?"
"Lucky guess!"
"You're so predictable." Zim rolled off the human, patting his striped shirt free of dirt. "I thought we'd already been over the whole 'alien stun-cuffs don't work' thing."
Dib picked himself up but remained crouched in the bushes beside Zim. "I never said these were alien stun-cuffs. This time I bought electrifying cuffs." He pulled them from his trench coat pocket with a smirk. "You know...if you're so sure they won't work, why not just try them on?"
The Irkin rolled his eyes, or at least the performed equivalent of the motion. "Everything you buy out of Crop Circle Magazine doesn't work, Dib! It's just a waste of time and labor."
"Prove it!"
"I don't have to prove anything." "Chicken? Scared they'll work?"
"You're puny human technology makes me laugh."
Dib thrust the cuffs out. "I think you're scared."
"Stupid human!" Zim pulled the cuffs from Dib's hands and slapped them over his own wrists, pulling the chain tight and displaying them for Dib. "See? Nothing. Not a single volt! Ha!"
Dib laughed, the mischievous smile Zim had learned to be weary of playing at his lips. "Does it matter? You're still detained."
The Irkin's mouth fell to the ground in astonishment. "They weren't electrocuting handcuffs, were they?"
"Nope."
"You wretched, pig-faced, monkey worm!"
Dib laughed again. "You can't escape from them, Zim. They're made of a special unbreakable alloy! You can only open them with a special key and I have the only one! You make things too easy sometimes."
Zim growled, the only warning before he pounced on Dib again, sitting on his chest so the other couldn't move with the chain of the cuffs pressing down on his throat. Dib gasped for breath, feeling the sharp pain of the metal cutting off his air and digging into his flesh.
"Easy enough, for ya?"
Dib kicked Zim in the back, but the Irkin just smiled, looming over his prey with a feral gleam. "How long can you humans go without your precious stinking oxygen?" He leaned over until his face was nearly pressed against Dib's. "Where's the key?"
Purple tinted lips formed words with gasping breath feeding sound through them in a hard whispering choke. "Back...pants...pocket..."
Zim was suddenly faced with a dilemma. If he moved to get the keys, Dib would be free, but if he let Dib's arms go and made the human get them, he'd probably attack. "Roll over, pathetic earth stink," he ordered, sitting up high enough to permit Dib the slightest of movement. Dib gasped for the much-needed breath that came from being released and complied without meaning to, his natural instinct being to roll away from trouble. Zim sat back on him, backwards this time with his legs still pinning the earth boy's arms down. He moved the trench coat over and slipped both his hands down the pockets, the chain still inhibiting his motion.
"Hey!" Dib shouted hoarsely, embarrassment flushing his features, "you mind?"
Zim apparently didn't. His hands slid over Dib's jeans clad ass, one of them fidgeting with the keys, trying to lock two fingers around the stupidly small piece of metal.
As all things do when one think they can't, it got worse.
A rustle in the bushes made Zim look up in time to see Torque Smacky's surprised, if not completely disgusted face glowering at him.
"I knew you were both creepy, but this is fucked up."
Zim took a quick moment to survey the scene before agreeing fully. Handcuffed with his hands down Dib's pants was not a normal thing for the two rivalries nor did it look very good to anyone who didn't know the story behind it. "I'm looking for the key...." Zim explained in as few words as possible.
Dib was glad he was facing away from the bushes. His face was so red, not just from the near suffocation, it was best hidden in the dirt. Why did stuff like this happen to him? And things were going so well. He'd done all his homework the night before, gotten up early and made his way to the sidewalk landscaping to pounce and cuff Zim and now he was subjected to humiliation by his two worst enemies; the alien scum and the geek hating jock type.
"I should have known it was all an act. You guys aren't enemies! You're queers!" He stood up, his face leaving the bush with a loud laugh that sent foreboding chills down Dib's spine. Zim could tell; his hands were pretty much touching the base of it.
"You got that key yet or are you going to wait until he brings his friends around?"
Zim nodded and fished the key out of the black pants. He'd given up on grabbing it and ended up just dragging it up, over and out. His hands felt quite a bit cooler out of the pockets. He undid the cuffs, then turned around and cuffed Dib's hands behind his back.
"Damnit, Zim! I'd say you've gotten your revenge already!" Dib shouted, though it still came out whispery. Violence was still behind every syllable, though. "Torque is going to beat the shit out of me!" He sat up, testing and grimacing at the restraints as they held tight.
"Better you than me!" Zim said mockingly. "See you in class, Dib. Hope you find someone to carry your books for you since you can't move your arms!" He waved the key with a smug look on his face as he jumped from the bushes and back onto the sidewalk.
A few people looked at him funny, but paid him no mind as he whistled his way towards the brick and mortar monster known as hi skool.
Screams and breaking glass signaled once again that Gaz was in the area and Zim picked up his pace, making it into the building before the fiery vehicle of pain could run him down like a vampire piggy. Why did skool have to be a life and death battle?
His locker was relatively close to his first period class, so he stopped by there first, punching a few people in the back who thought they could walk in front of him at a pace way below satisfactory. Once he'd disposed of the books he didn't need and acquired the tools that he did, he crossed the hall and stepped into class. He was used to being the first there, as being social in the halls wasn't quite his thing, and Mrs. Sweet smiled at him with her long black eyelashes dusting her cheeks.
"Good morning, Zim. And how are you today?"
The sickening high pitch of her voice made him wince. "Just fine Mrs. Sweet."
"I'm so glad to hear it."
The bell rang, its three, off-pitch bings of torment echoing in the near empty room, and soon the bodies of his classmates filled the tables. With the tardy bell ringing, Mrs. Sweet began class. Zim gazed to the far end of the first row with a perplexed look. Dib wasn't there. Zim brushed it off. The earth boy had probably gone home in shame for being bested once again by the all mighty Zim.
"Today class we're going to be learning about the oceans and all the fuzzy creatures that live under the sea!"
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Dib tried not to cry as another knee was forced into his ribs, the air leaving him in a rush, though consciousness still clung by some strong fiber in his being that he wished would just lie down for once. His chest hurt with what he feared might be broken ribs. If not, they were most definitely bruised, along with his eye and a few other choice spots that had been met with fist and fury.
Torque laughed, watching Dib fall to the floor under his foot. Dib was easy enough to pick on normally, but handcuffed he was even easier. Blood dripped from the corner of Dib's mouth and sprayed out across the floor as he hacked and coughed.
"How long you and that green guy been at it, huh? Guess all that fighting's your sick way of foreplay? That makes you some kind of masochist." Torque kicked him again, listening to the satisfying snap beneath his toe. "You getting off on this, Dib? Huh?"
Dib curled into a ball on the floor of the boy's bathroom. He wished Torque hadn't locked the door. His arms hurt. It felt like the right one was out of the socket. A tight fist curled around his collar, pulling up to his feet.
"I asked you a question, Dib. Are you getting off on this?"
Dib shook his head. "Fuck you, Torque. I'm nobody's bitch. Especially not Zim's!"
Torque laughed at the weak voice that squawked through the blood dripping lips. "Your voice sounds funny. Must be from screaming his name all night long!"
Dib took another punch in the face, knowing to follow it through with as little resistance as possible. It glanced his chin but made a satisfying enough crack as Dib's head crashed into the wall. So much with following it through.
"I bet you are his bitch. Bet he rams into you so hard you can taste it. Bet you're good on your knees too."
By then, tiny UFO's were swimming in Dib's vision while two Torques bounced back and forth, into and out of focus. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Torque took it as a response.
"You still got the balls to fight me? You wanna slump there and shake your head at me again?"
Torque sounded like an adult talking from "Peanuts." With all the buzzing in his ears, Dib did the worst possible thing possible and shook his head once more.
"Looks like Zim forgot to teach you respect." The bullying jock pulled Dib up off his feet, wrenching him to eye level, which was a good four inches off the ground. "Maybe I should teach you some manners. I doubt he'd mind. Probably shares you with all his friends and their dogs."
Though the words still hummed in the air like some out of range radio station, the actions rang clear. Torque threw him to the ground unceremoniously, dropping down over him like the two hundred pounds of muscle he was. His hands fumbled with the button and zipper of Dib's black pants, the chubby football catching fingers not nimble enough to get it the first time, leaving enough time for Dib to panic.
"N-NO!"
It was only a hoarse whisper, like before, but it was all he could do. The skin on his wrists was raw as he tried to pull free of cuffs.
"Shut it, bitch. No one cares about you. Ain't no one gonna come, even in they do hear you. But I guaranty I'll cum for ya."
Dib felt bile rise in his throat, the burning in his chest and stomach that made his whole frame lurch.
Torque slammed his head sideways, the tile biting into Dib's face. "Don't you dare puke or I'll make you lick it all up."
Swallowing it down wasn't so hard, once one looked at the disgusting rotten floor.
The zipper finally gave way, the pants pulled down to his ankles and secured there with Torque's own belt. His underwear followed with agonizing slowness. Dib did his best not to cry, concentrating all his efforts on shouting for help and fighting his bonds.
Torque took Dib's limp member in his hands and squeezed, receiving a sharp yelp from the restrained young man. "Am I not good enough for you? Not treating you bad enough to get a rise out of ya, bitch?" He slowly began to pump him, taking note of the panicked and pained fear on the other's face. "Afraid of me now, bitch?"
Dib swallowed, his whole body shaking. "Stop it. Please. Please, don't. I won't tell anyone. Just let me go."
Torque's fist clenched, sending pain like a tidal wave through Dib's system. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes shutting out the vision of Torque's saliva drenched lips shouting in his face.
"You thinking you're gonna tell? Is that it? You're gonna go to the cops or sumthin'?" he let go of Dib's dick, the hand floating to his neck instead. "I was gonna play nicely, but I see you're the kind that likes it hard. Real hard."
Dib was on his stomach for the second time that day with hands groping his ass. He was quickly forced to his knees, his legs spread as far as possible without compromising the clothing that bound him at the ankles. There was no sound to warn him, no zipper or clasp snapping in the agony filled moment. Torque's sweatpants were noiseless as he pulled them down and settled between Dib's naked thighs.
If there was anything that could have lasted longer than the knowing wait, it was the pain.
Torque plunged into Dib in one quick thrust, stabbing through halfway with his swollen erection, then pushing the rest of the way deep inside with painful ferocity. Dib's scream was unheard beneath Torque's moan. Struggling was more painful than not, his efforts only resulting in another agonizing ramming of flesh through his body. He could feel something warm trickle down his thighs. It was wet and quickly turned cool in the recycled air. He wasn't curious enough to look though. Looking meant seeing, and feeling was bad enough.
Torque pulled out almost completely, waiting for Dib to relax, lulling him into false reprieve before slamming back in, riding all the way to the hilt this time with one rapid thrust. The heat was wonderful, the tightness crushing down on him from all sides rubbing him into further excitement. His pace was fast from the start, pounding and grunting against the sacrificial flesh, the slap of skin on skin driving him onward with soft screams and whimpers of pain and shame feeding his lust for pleasure.
"Tell. Me. You. Want. It."
Dib kept his mouth closed.
Torque's hands found the battered youth's wounded member and began pumping him in rhythm. "Tell. Me. You. Want. It!"
He tried to gain control, telling himself the hand's movement didn't feel good, trying to concentrate on the pain he'd been blocking out up until recently. But the touch felt so wonderful, warming his body and particularly certain extremities. It wasn't as harsh as before, or perhaps just not as harsh as the red hot rod that was pumping in and out of him. His body betrayed his thoughts and wishes, rising up in the enemy's hands and urging him on.
"That's. Right. Bitch." Torque smiled, putting more into every thrust and every stroke of his hand in turn. Suddenly Dib's voice didn't sound as weak. It rang in Torque's ears like music, a panting groan of disgrace and desire. It was a fire in his stomach that burned all over, only satisfied with every escape and return from the depths and warmth of the prone body. It was power, it was immortality, and it spewed from his body in a shot of bliss and content, filling the emptiness as he pulled out slowly from Dib's quaking body. He let go of him, letting the battered boy roll to the floor in exhaustion and pain. His erection still stood though the rest of him looked tired and abused.
Torque laughed at him with a smug smile. "It hurts, don't it? You can't even help yourself." He ran a finger over Dib's cock, watching the conflicting emotions play across the sweat and blood crusted face. "Bet you never wanted to jerk off so much in all your life. I don't have a key to your cuffs, but I can help you out." He wrapped his hand around it again, giving it a brief tug, "But you've gotta beg."
Crying never sounded like such a rational choice. Dib's flushed face cringed as tears slid down his cheeks, pooling on both sides on the cool soiled tile. "Please...just go away..."
It was the first coherent thing he'd said in a long time, followed by his last rational one, a pitiful cry. His last conscious thought was that it had been blood on his thighs all along.