Zim walked home in the dark, taking back alleys. He always took back alleys in hope for something interesting to happen to him; to get in a fight, bitten by a dog, anything to excite his life. However, this also was a quicker way to his apartment.
Zim walked up some stairs on the side of the building leading to a room that said 5b on it. Zim unlocked the door and walked into his neatly cleaned home. Zim's apartment was rather nice, luckily Liz pitched in with renting the place to get him started otherwise, he would be living in a pit hole much like the streets.
The tired alien lay down on the couch, very similar to his old one, holding onto a pillow. He did, of course miss his old home with the weird wall paper and pictures. Now, his walls were a deep maroon color with some human paintings of sceneries. Zim did not care for this, but at least it brought some color. He actually wished his house was more purples and pinks.
Zim sat there thinking about Dib some more. He was hungry and thought he should make himself dinner but he thought about Dib instead. The human made Zim purr, like he did at work but much louder in the comfort of his own home.
Looking over to purring alien's left was a table with a dead SIR Unit covered in wires, cut open computers and game consoles.
Zim smiled at the figure on the table happily. "I saw Dib today, GIR." Zim spoke to the lifeless robot. "I was so happy to see him, I'm actually smiling again, GIR! Oh, how much Zim wishes for you to see his smile." Zim then frowned. "I...Zim...Zim is sorry, GIR. If I could, I would have treated you much better. If Zim can fix you, he'll promise that you'll be treated much better. You...You were like a son to me, a brother, a friend. Not a slave. You meant a lot more to Zim." Zim began to tear up then laughed half-heartedly. "Heh, you always hear that, don't you?"
Zim thought about Dib some more, and wanted to tell GIR about him still. "Dib is much taller...much much taller." Zim purred the human's height, liking taller people. "He's actually...quiet handsome." Zim smiled and giggled at that. "I was so surprised to see him. I told him about what I've been through...He...He actually cares about Zim!" Zim almost squealed with overwhelming joy as he hugged his pillow. "Dib...Dib cares...As strange as it may sound, he cares about me for once! Finally! Someone other than a filthy human like Liz cares about me! A person...who...who knows so much about me, a person I grew up with cares about me!" Zim purred loudly. Pulling off his wig and contacts, Zim's antenna's stood up tall upon his head and Zim smiled, purring like a pleased cat with his eyes shut.
Dib was back in his life and Zim began to hope again. He had hope of a better life; hope of starting over, hope of fixing GIR. But Zim was too happy to fix GIR at that moment. He just hugged the pillow as he laid there purring with his antennas spinning in the air.
Zim, then, began to question Dib. Zim of course, never questioned himself of the feelings he was feeling but he was starting to wonder if Dib would even come tomorrow. What if he just said that to make Zim feel a bit better, and be nice?
Zim groaned upset with this idea of his. 'Dib better not lie to Zim' the alien thought to himself as he buried his face into the pinkish pillow in his arms. He mumbled into it, regretting getting so excited about Dib coming tomorrow. It was DIB he was talking about! Why would he come to talk to Zim? Zim was nothing special to Dib. The only thing Dib thought of Zim was of a test subject; something to poke at and stab into. If Dib came tomorrow, he would most likely have a sack, and cuffs to kidnap Zim to just kill him the next.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Zim said, regretting talking to Dib that day. He should have just let Liz take his order.
Zim had fallen asleep that night on the couch. He woke up around 3 in the morning with a piercing pain in his back from his PAK digging into it. He wasn't sure if he had cried himself to sleep, because his face felt rather tearstained...but that could have been sleep over all.
Zim got up from the couch and went into his room, getting dressed into his purple and pink plaid boxers and a white tank top. He then went back to bed, in his comfortable, pink and purple colored bed.
The alien then woke up at 6:30. Ever since he had started school, he'd been waking up at 6:30. His body was train to do so, not that he liked it.
Zim started work at 8 and had plenty of time to do what he wanted so he got up from his colorful pink bed, which were clearly girl sheets and blankets, went back to the couch in the living room and stared tiredly at the turned off T.V.
Zim rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up then his antennas began to twitch, wanting attention. Zim groaned rather annoyed with this, shaking his head to make them stop but they kept twitching.
Zim knew what they wanted, and what he wanted. The tired alien sighed, grabbing a hold of his antenna and gently began to stroking it. Zim slid down the couch a bit, to get comfortable. Closing his eyes, he began to purr like a pleased cat. He stroked his stalk a bit faster, squirming on the couch a bit as he began to pleasure himself...sexually.
Zim moaned gently, the speed of his hand going faster and faster against his stalk. His purring and breathing began to quicken and started getting shaky. He started stroking his other stalk with his other hand, doing it with the same speed as the other. Flinging his head back, Zim moaned out longingly and purred for more.
Zim's crotch was also begging for attention but Zim never touched himself there for many reasons.
The irken had a thin layer of skin in between his legs. It was very sensitive to touch, just like his antennas. But, if Zim was to touch that area, with the hard pressure of his fingers, the thin layer of skin would break and peel off. Zim was scared of that happening since he wasn't sure if it would hurt or not. He thought it would bleed; learning from human health classes, women were the same way and he learned that it hurts when broken.
Zim guessed his reproductive parts were behind that piece of skin. He wasn't sure if it was a penis or a slit like women though. The ex-invader never learned about irken reproductive systems while on irk. If they even did reproduce with sex, most likely they didn't; nowhere near as much anyways.
All Zim knew was he could get sexual pleasure with his antennas. That was how Zim masturbated and it became a habit. The lonely green boy did it almost every morning and every night; he was addicted to the feeling.
Zim moaned loudly, stroking, twisting, gripping and pulling roughly at the stalks tightly. Zim moaned out louder and louder, squirming out of control and whimpering with pleasure.
"Aaah...Aaah...Yess...!" Zim purred and panted, as he abused his antennas. Zim's antennas vibrated against his hands as he had his orgasm. He didn't cum but he sure did feel something wet behind that thin piece of skin. The clueless alien didn't know if it was cum or not but he knew all he had fully pleasured himself.
Panting now, Zim let go of his antenna, and laid his hand in his lap tiredly with his eyes now opening to slits. Zim stuck his hand down his boxers to feel the thin piece of skin; it was slightly damp from the cum, he had guessed. His fingers very, very lightly stroking it, and he felt a shiver go down his spine from the tickling touch. Zim sighed out a quiet moan from the feeling but pulled his hand out before he wanted to press his fingers against it more and break the skin.
Zim got off the couch after that, went to make breakfast, take a shower in paste, and head to his boring work. Then Zim remembered Dib. Oh, how excited he was to see the human again but still was nervous about the concerns he had created last night.