Desiderata

By Cherilyn Ohlau

Warning: Disturbing and violent content; sexual content; this is an AU

Invader Zim (2001-2006) is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon

Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!

Let no bell toll!–lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.

To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven–

From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven–

From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven- Edgar Allan Poe ("Lenore")

"We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand."

― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

Chapter One

Zim had became one of the Tallest during his teenage years as an Irken, the growth spurt and maturity had lit his libido but he was picky with mates as one would with choosing mates like choosing horses to run stretches at the races. Zim was flirty with the military type Irkens, but that's all it was flirting. Zim wasn't one to wear his gauntlets either, he refused to wear them and declined to attend the ceremony to cut his thumb. He might've been third in command besides Red and Purple, but the rebel blood ran through him. Zim felt shackled by archaic means; after he professed this at the ceremonial table, even the Prime Minister Irken of Affairs had left in an insulted huff. Red and Purple had grown livid of sharing the palace with Zim and his need to be independent, not even his Tallest gear that was specially made for him was not agreed upon; Zim instead wore robes, boots with heels, and a collar with feathers or fur. Zim was always the type to be flashy and flaunt himself if only to make the male Irkens feel hot under the collar.

This type of behavior was inspiring young Irkens, this did not help with Zim's reputation amongst those who shoved their noses into old laws. Red finally gave him a deal, "Find a slave to serve you, so that you would look better instead of stepping on toes!" Zim reluctantly agreed, if only to get the other Tallest off his back.

Zim was presented to look at the line of POWs from their prison, any alien who was found in the Irken empire's crosshairs, mostly adults and young adults would be put through reeducation camps to be warped and bend their knees to the Irkens; amongst the colors, multiple eyes and or limbs, or the tall, stout, short aliens there stood an odd, almost pale skinned bipedal alien in a black leather coat, military shoes, tattered black pants and a blood splattered old T-shirt; with his black hair dawning a slightly drooping scythe.

"Let me see your number…" The prisoner glared before tilting his head slightly so Zim could see it: P. O. W: 777789623

"Hey! What's the price on four sevens?" Zim called.

The orderly Irken looked surprised at the request, "You don't want him. That's a human; one of the most despicable mammals on this galaxy; they're emotional, violent, greedy-"

"So they're not any better than us Irkens," Zim snapped.

"I'm not working for any Tallest, you can just forget it," the human scoffed, struggling with his cuffs in the urge to handle a bad itch.

"See? Even the dainty hairless ape knows he ain't good enough for your taste."

Zim chuckled, "A price is a price. You know how it is when you put them on display," he said, "May I examine them?" the orderly shrugged, sighing. Zim went over the human, feeling his legs and hips before his fingers grazed upon in between his legs causing the young man to gasp in sheer embarrassment.

"You're not allowed to touch me there, you oversized bug," he hissed. Zim was taken by surprise at the backtalk, even other alien species trembled at him being six feet tall, but this human who was probably around 5' didn't shake or cower.

"How come I can't touch you there?"

The human was looked at by other prisoners, not expecting a line that wasn't supposed to be crossed.

"It's, um...embarrassing and personal," he replied.

"It's just reproduction genitalia."

"Just reproduction genitalia?!" the human exclaimed, "You pull my pants down, I'm spitting into your eyes."

Zim chuckled, taking it as a challenge, he pried off a button and felt a quick wad of spit strike his lens, before being kicked causing him to fall over.

"Hey you…! We talked about this! You seriously want another collar zap?!" the orderly yelled, "This is treason to our Almighty Tallest!"

"Like I care!" the human snapped.

Zim broke into amused laughter, standing up, "I'm buying this human! What's his price? I'll pay!" he exclaimed in excitement, "This is exactly the server I need by my side."

"Oh, but my Tallest...surely, you need a slave more submissive?"

"No. This one was made for me."

The human was bought, his collar replaced by a stamp of permanent ink in the shape of the Irken logo on his neck, before a scanner device injected a tracking chip in his wrist. It felt like taking a vaccine, but the human felt the annoying metal cling onto his bone. The Irken in charge of the shop's desk looked at Zim, "You gonna rename him?"

Zim's antenna twitched, "Rename? What's his real one?"

"Nothing special, Dib," The Irken explained, "Parents must've liked taking bets or something." Dib's face curled in rage but turned his head away at the mention of parents. Zim took notice.

"I'm keeping his name," Zim replied.

"Hey, he's your pet, so whatever you want, sir…" The Irken pulled out a collar with a leash, "You know, instead of regular leather...we got shockers, sedative injects and drug injects in order to keep them obedient. Wouldn't want them to get any bright ideas…" Zim slammed the money on the desk, "Ooh, gold monie."

"I have no need for super powerful collars," Zim said wrapping the collar on and attaching the buckle as if Dib was a newly bought dog.

"Gee, thanks for sparing me," Dib said dryly.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! We have muzzles!"

"I said I don't want any!" Zim snapped.

The drive home to the palace was awkward and quiet, Zim might've held the leash but Dib kept his distance. It was a prey animal instinct to stay far from a perceived threat, and Zim no doubt held his life on the line. Zim could snuff him out, but Dib wasn't going to give an inch. Whenever Zim wanted to speak to him, Dib gave him the cold shoulder.

Red and Purple were flabbergasted to see such a pale hairless thing before them as Zim finally walked through the front door. "Uhh...what is this?" Purple exclaimed, "A hairless dog?"

Dib raised an eyebrow, "You want me to bite you to find out?"

"Gaaaah! Red!" Purple exclaimed.

Red rolled his eyes as Purple coward behind him, "Don't be like that. Do you see how skinny this...uh, hairless whatever is? I doubt he's even got rabies, no less ticks or fleas," he paused, "He's got no pests on him, right?"

"Probably some dead bugs in his follicles but he's going to have a bath anyway. I will make sure he will be washed and take his meals; tomorrow I will show him to his duties as a...special servant by my side," Zim explained.

Red glared and looked at Dib, "You really this rude prisoner is going to listen to you? I doubt it, Zim. You're a violent Irken, slap him, pull at his hair, or hit him with a crop or something."

Purple looked at the other Tallest, skeptical and confused, "Wait, we still use crops? For what? We got ships and hoverboards! What horse are we going to whip with crops?!"

"They're for slapping slaves now."

"Ohhh...and the carriage things?"

"They're run by anti-gravitational jet propulsion with robot mutant horses for show."

Purple paused, "I thought you meant we had no horses."

"You know what, never mind," Red sighed in exasperation.

Zim followed after Dib to the bathroom despite the other male's embarrassed protest about it being against privacy. Zim just gently assured the human that being a different species altogether didn't feel as embarrassing and he shouldn't worry about it. Zim got a warm bath running in a round tub and turned on bubbles that released medicine for skin. Dib threw off his dirty rags and underwear as his cock hung, Zim looked amused by the round sacks and twitching like muscle that was like a bloated tail, "Your genitalia is quite fascinating...but, for your kind...I bet this is relatively average. Isn't it?" He teased. Dib scoffed, brushing his teeth with a generic looking brush and a bland but minty toothpaste left by the sink. He rinsed his mouth and washed his face, following a very mundane routine he likely followed prior to capture.

Dib shyly looked at him, "Do you have a razor?"

"What for?"

"My face is itchy."

Oh. He meant shaving. Zim walked over to a different cabinet, pulling out a cream bottle and a razor, typically Irkens don't have hairs on their chin, but their antenna had been growing follicles at the bottom stalk due to age recently. Zim handed the items and Dib shaved the dirty hairs off his chin and sides. Zim admired him, not letting Dib notice the subtle fawning over his body; this was a mundane routine to a human eye, but Zim felt like he was observing an animal groom.

Dib slowly dipped himself into the water, and dove in for the dirt off his hair along with dead bugs to fall off after a good scratching, a moon shaped drain (glowing a luminous blue) changed the color of the dirty water before sucking it up. Dib arose, startled at first before new water was added by another drain. Zim chuckled a little, not expecting such a rather cute response to the water filter.

"I'm picky about germs, you see," Zim said in amusement.

Dib turned his head away, "Yeah, yeah...royalties gotta keep their ass' clean but their hands. Right?"

Zim fell silent, perplexed by the comment. He wasn't one to handle the tables, the lack of motivation made him be like a lounge lizard; he handled war tactics, but he very rarely handled deals. Ah, for Irks sake, I can't believe I'm thinking about meetings right now in the bathroom.

Zim just subconsciously handed the male a vial of shampoo and body wash made from cultivated Irken flowers. Dib sniffed himself after the wash, trying to pin the scent to anything familiar. He looked up at Zim, looking extremely confused. "What too flowery?" Zim commented, dryly, it was a common complaint he heard from the two other Tallest.

"Why do I smell like linen?"

Zim held back laughter. "The soaps don't smell like flowers to you?" he asked sincerely. Dib looked skeptical.

"Flowers?! These are flowers?!" Dib exclaimed, "How are these flowers when they smell like fresh sheets."

"I think it might be because you lack antenna. Irken cultivating flowers are more for the Irken body than a human; what smells lackluster to you, is more sweet and flowery to us."

"Figures…" Dib slowly got up, "Hey, can I take this leather collar off?"

Zim frowned, "You'll learn to get used to it. You sleep with it, and generally walk around with it, unless it gets dirty or needs to be replaced; you never take your collar off unless I want to." Dib groaned, wrapping on a bathrobe and gestured to his old rags.

"And these?"

"They'll be burnt. Not like you need them anymore, but your shoes and any accessories, will be kept. I don't see why you have an attachment to old tatters, I can buy you new ones."

Dib sighed softly, picking out a few things from his old pockets, a pocket notebook, holographic locket, and what looked like a foldable gas mask. "Fine, I won't argue about this...my clothes have gotten small," Dib said.

"Ah, just remember, you're here to serve me. You stay by my side and serve my sexual needs,"

"So I'm just your bed toy," Dib said, somewhat annoyed.

Zim took out a spare white shirt, pants, and white undies into his arms, "How's your stamina?" Dib just shrugged, he wasn't expecting sex out of the deal as he was expecting the bucket and sponge; like most of the young male prisoners, masturbation was more of a luxury, if it got too much to handle, some nights weren't quiet as they should but Dib didn't want to admit it to the Tallest that he wanted to be banged on the prison wall to get the temptation out. Dib remembered nights of curling his legs and holding himself when he felt tight and hard, when he was able to clean his hands with clean water, it felt amazing and hot to play with himself.

Zim flicked his forehead, taking him out of past fantasies. "Let me rephrase that then, how long do you last when you play with yourself?" Dib's face curled, crossing his arms, "I'm your Tallest, don't ignore me!"

"I'm an Earthling, not an Irken, therefore you're not my master."

Zim chuckled, smirking, enjoying this fire from this man's belly, "When I bought you; I was not expecting you to be so obligated or submissive. I prefer a stray cat like you to get his claws out and I revel in it."

Dib looked to be trying to process the sentence, "I guess you won't go easy on me."

"I expect the same in vice versa, Earthling."

Zim gestured him to walk over being careful about Dib stepping on his sash that draped to the floor where it was tied around his robe. He took out something no thinner than a hairpin with little lights blinking. It was a stimulant device used for slaves in chambers if drugs felt too extreme, Zim clicked on a remote and little bumps came out from the compartments. Dib raised an eyebrow but didn't look too impressed, seeing it as a miniature dildo to just shove it in. He'd seen fiercer ones in the red light districts. "Is your anus that small?" Dib teased.

"It's the highest tech vibrator, and automatic dildo, it comes with stimulated micro-feathers and it secretes lube so that it doesn't cause pain. It's not going up my ass, it's going up yours," Zim said firmly, "Take a deep breath and hold it as I place it in. Wouldn't want you screaming during the shove."

"Fucking really—"

"I said bend over!" Zim barked, placing down the human against the bed on his stomach. Dib did up bracing himself as he felt that small phallic toy be placed in, he almost bit the bed covers as Zim stretched him slightly; the little object excited him slightly, feeling his body groan just by the penetration. Zim didn't place it too far, just enough for walls to reverberate the vibrations and horizontal movements were just slight inches. "Looks like you wanted this for a while," he purred. Dib scoffed.

"I can...handle this…" Dib wheezed.

"Then can you try not to orgasm in under five minutes?" Zim challenged.

"I...I can hold it…"

Zim smiled a little, happy to see such an attitude instead of begging. He could bring Dib to that level but he felt exhilarated that the young man would rather throw punches than be held down.

Zim pressed the button at the lowest setting and Dib gasped at the surge. He laid down on the bed, hoping his body would just endure it if he laid back; but since the vibration was internal, it did nothing but increase the sensation. Dib's toes and fingers curled, sounding like he was struggling as he grunted in frustration.

"You're barely a minute in, and it looks like you popped your metaphorical cherry," Zim mocked.

"F...fu...ahn...fuck...you…" Dib gasped, his legs twisting.

Zim chuckled, "Is that a request or an insult, Dib?"

"Idiot...bug...nothing but...a green oversized ant…"

Zim rotated the dial, Dib almost screamed and he felt the torturous pumps. Zim walked over, with his heel boots clacking against the floor and just lightly rubbed on Dib's hard on with his hand. "Mmm...your expression is delicious Dib," Zim purred, "I want to take you right now but that's against the game rules." Dib looked like he was lost in a mental fog, he was looking up at Zim, lost in his gaze. Zim leaned over, massaging Dib's collarbone before licking his neck. Dib let out a gasp, he wanted to protest this was cheated, but he felt so good a moan escaped instead.

"Oh God…" Dib strained.

Zim kissed him fiercely, "You're mine now, when you scream in lust, scream 'My Tallest'," he commanded. Dib was lightly bouncing his hips, imagining being fucked as Zim slowly turned the dial. Dib's moan was indescribable as Zim thought it was disgusting and beautiful. Dib looked ready to pop, his face was red and he was slumping over with his legs spread. The young prisoner probably didn't have the energy to scream or moan, his breathing was coming out in shorter huffs like a tired dog, yet his body was tightening and locking. Zim checked his timer, it was past five minutes. Zim chuckled and stopped the buzzing of the toy, but Dib looked frustrated when he pulled it out, "What's that look for? You won the deal; so I took it out."

Dib pursed his lips, "I...was having fun with it." Zim rose an eyebrow, confused by the odd bluntness of the young adult; it was a toy meant to tease and humiliate, but Dib must have been lonely as he thought, his body truly did want it.

"Shall I get something bigger?"

"No, just leave me be."

Zim quietly left the chambers to let the human deal with himself, even though he was bought from his moneyworth; he couldn't bring himself to be overly physical. Red and Purple exchanged mischievous smiles like a pair of Cheshire cats at the notice of Zim's troubled look. They glided over and Zim couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"So, no dice?" Purple teased.

"I'll have you know, the human is perfectly fine," Zim hissed, "I was merely testing his stamina...he lasted past five minutes." Red and Purple looked mildly impressed, but this was nothing as big as they hoped.

"And? No, no, wait...don't tell me, you used your teeny toy. It ain't nothing but a muscle vibrator, you know that," Purple teased, "You're supposed to be the leader here, either you seduce him or you fuck him."

Zim felt his cheeks turn a deep red, "You...you prune!" Red slapped him harshly, flexing his claws before slapping him again, till Zim was holding his mouth and coughing into it. Zim looked at him and glared.

"The only thing holding us back from kicking you out is because we're all the same height. If you didn't have that, I would have made you a slave long ago," Red growled, "You dare call your older superiors any insult, or backtalk, I'm going to make you regret getting that growth spurt."