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Jordan slumped into his chair and sighed again, looking out the window on the other side of the room. Seriously? Fuck school. It was the same thing every day of every week of just about every month, and it never really got any better. He was perfectly capable of doing all of his classwork and keeping up with his assignments, and most of the time, he did; every once in a while, though, he just chose not to. This was a class following one of those days, and, as he had no idea what it was that was being talked about, he had no reason to pay any attention.

Again, just the same thing over and over and over. Maybe if he didn't do any of his assignments for a few days, he would fall into a slump and be forced to pay attention or work at risk of flunking out; that would be nice, in the way that it would finally give him something to do around here, give him some motivation. All he wanted to do today was finish with the school day, then head home, disregard his homework, maybe fix something to eat, and then talk to his boyfriend on the internet. Was that really too much to ask for? Could he just walk out of class right now? Was that allowed?

He shifted in his seat and began tapping his pen against his desk in a different rhythm. School wasn't quite as hard as his parents had tried so hard to brainwash him into thinking - he could do next to none of his homework and still easily pass every class. That's what he had been doing for the past few years, since he first discovered that could; after all, why bother putting in so much work if he was just going to get the same result either way? That was like purposely building a machine with the mechanical advantage of... well, it was like buying a computer with 32 gigabytes of RAM and loading Windows XP on it.

Well, something like that, at least.

He moved again and slipped his phone out of his pocket, shielding it from the view of the teacher with two textbooks: he had one new message, and it was from his boyfriend. "*strokes your thigh* You wanna?"

Jordan glanced up before flicking his phone open to type his reply - a lot of their conversations were like this. Not all of them, but still a lot. Neither of them really minded too much. "In the middle of class, hon - I'm sorry. When I get home, maybe. ;)"

There was a short pause between this and the following message. With a quick look around, he found that just about every other student was just as bored as him. They all looked like they would rather be anywhere but here. And, then: "I'll keep your seat warm... if you know what I mean, hehe."

Oh, lord. Jordan had to suppress a giggle that resulted from reading that; just thinking about what that message meant made him all warm and wiggly, and he had to readjust how he was sitting another two or three more times before he felt comfortable enough to uncross his legs.

One of his favorite fantasies to roleplay with his boyfriend Zim was that he - Zim - had Jordan restrained and used him as the subject of different kinds of experiments - such as mind control, or transformation. It was something different almost every time, and each of those times, it failed to be disappointing. It wasn't very long at all before he'd be able to actually meet Zim in person - when that day did come, it would certainly remain in both of their memories for quite a while.

They talked each and every night, sometimes even carrying over into the next day: that was one of the main highlights of going home at the end of the school day for Jordan. There were also times that they'd start their conversation a little bit early, and he wouldn't even bother going to his last one or two classes. Those always turned out to be the best days. A few glances up at the clock reminded him of how slowly time always passed at the end of a class, and especially at the end of the day. This just so happened to be the last class of the day, and to make things even better, tomorrow was Friday - with the following Monday a holiday off. Glorious. Glorious, glorious, glorious.

Finally, the bell rang to signal the end of yet another day. Jordan was one of the first ones out the door, with his phone in one hand and books tucked under his other arm. He lived close enough to the school so that he could walk home in a relatively short time: today, it was pleasantly warm outside, with a gentle breeze that swam around in the air and never truly seemed to die. This was another bonus to completing the school day, especially at this time of year. He could go shirtless (which he had done once or twice before) and be completely fine. That's how he knew the weather was great.

His phone started vibrating in his hand; he looked at the screen for a quick second, and then hit the button and pressed it to his ear. "Hey, baby."

"Hi there." Zim's familiar voice brought a smile to Jordan's face and a warm kick to his heart. He had never actually seen a picture of his boyfriend, but he still had a good idea of what he looked like. Zim, however, had seen pictures of Jordan. Yes, he had seen plenty of pictures. "Just got out of class?"

"Yeah, on my way home now." He glanced at the road before crossing the street. He had been hit by a car once before, which broke his leg, only to have the driver of that car pull over and check for any dents or scratches, and then drive off without even seeming to notice the kid in the middle of the road behind. "I said we could get down to business when I got home. Calm down, you impatient horndog."

Zim laughed. It was a nice, rich sound, and it made Jordan's smile widen. "We both know that you love your impatient horndog very much. Can't hurry the fuck up be a virtue, instead of patience?"

"I'm gonna punch you."

"You just can't stop showing off how big your e-penis really is, can't you, hon?" Another laugh, this time shared shamelessly by Jordan. He loved that he had this kind of relationship with Zim; this was, in his opinion, the best kind. They both knew that everything said was all meant in play, and that, too, was a part of it. "You know I love you, babe."

"And even though you're an idiot whenever you're not horny, I love you too, Zim, dear." Jordan shifted his phone to his shoulder and fished around in his pocket for the key to his front door.

Zim paused after that. Jordan set his books down by the door and kicked off his shoes, shifting his phone back into his hand. "...Was that the door I just heard?"

"Yeah." Jordan stepped into the kitchen and began rooting through the pantry. He was always hungry right after he got home from school. "What of it?"

"That means you're home."

"...and what grade did you last graduate?"

"Be quiet."

Jordan grinned. "Sorry, babe. I had to." He couldn't find anything that appealed to him right now, and went to sit on the couch in the next room.

"You know..." Zim drawled, in that low voice he used to turn on his boyfriend. It always worked. "When we meet, I'm going to do so many things to you..."

Jordan lounged back and reached down, rubbing the button of his pants between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh? Would you mind... listing off one of those things?"

"Well." Zim was good with words - it was almost like he paid inhuman attention to detail, especially of this sort. "As soon as the front door closes behind us, I'll pin you to the wall and slip my hand into your pants - I wouldn't even wait, since I know how you get."

"Oh, yeah?" Jordan emulated that action with his own hand, imagining it was Zim's. "What then?"

"I'd rub and squeeze you until you get hard, and then I'd undo your fly with my other hand. You'd have your arm around my shoulders because you'd be having trouble standing on your own... and, then, I'd tug your pants down and stroke you slowly, staring right into your eyes."

Jordan breathed out a gentle moan and slipped his pants a few inches down his leg; his erection was very, very visible beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. That was just a small, slight obstruction: when that was out of the way, too, he looked down upon his hard cock waiting there, the head just below his belly button. He took the length in his hand and squeezed, relishing the electric shock that sent through his body. "Mm, baby..."

"Your head would be tilted back with your eyes closed and mouth open - just like in all of your little webcam shows for me. But, you don't even know the start of how it feels to have my hand on you. You'll see soon enough."

"I have a bit of an idea." Jordan began to run his hand up and down, up and down along his shaft, each time running his thumb over the head. Oh, God, there was already pre there. It was almost as if there was something in Zim's voice, something hypnotic, almost...

"I'd kneel down and slide your boxers down your legs as well; then, it'd be just me and your delicious cock, bobbing up and down with each beat of your heart in front of my nose. You'd be able to feel each time I breathed out... and, I'd make sure to take my time and go my own speed. Eventually, though, I would wrap my hand around the base of your cock, which would pull your foreskin back and reveal to me your throbbing head. With my hand still there, then, I'd lean forward - slowly - and run my tongue up over the slit of your cock."

Oh lord. Jordan held the phone against his shoulder and stretched his other hand down, fingers moving to wrap around and caress his sack. He bought his thumb to his mouth and sucked off the slick pre with another gentle moan in his throat.

"Then, I'd lean in a little bit further and close my mouth just around your head. Oh, man, baby, I'd almost bring you to your knees with how I'd swirl my tongue around, making sure to taste and moisten every single millimeter of your sensitive flesh. You wouldn't be able to speak, or move, or even form competent thoughts, as I'd slowly descend on your length while massaging your balls. I'd lift my fingers off your shaft, one by one by one as I reached them... finally, your whole length would be in my mouth and throat, and my nose would press into your pubes and lower belly."

Jordan tightened his hand and increased the speed with which he worked himself, imagining how these things would feel based on his past experiences. He made no attempt to hide his quickened breathing or the moans and sighs he made from time to time; he pushed his pants down a little bit further and widened his legs to allow for more movement.

"That's just the start of it, though," Zim went on. "I'd keep you there in the back of my throat for a while; and, then, I'd slowly, slowly come back up, until just your head remained in my mouth, and then I'd go down and come up - down and up, down and up, slow at first, and then getting faster. Oh, God, Jordan, hon, you'd be able to tell that I'm not new to this. You'd be able to tell, and you'd absolutely love it. I'd have my tongue arched up around the underside, and I'd pull you into the back of my throat each time I go down on you, and -"

Jordan moved his hips and gripped at the cushions of the couch. His hand pumped up and down over his shaft again and again, sending repeated shocks of bright, hot pleasure throughout his body, until he bucked up one last time and shot his thick load out over his shirt in three fantastic spurts.

"- and when you finished, I'd swallow every last drop and then go up to kiss you, some of your seed still on my tongue for you to taste yourself."

Jordan ran his finger through one of the puddles on his shirt, and then brought that finger to his lips. His chest rose and fell in heavy panting, and he could feel his heartbeat not only in his chest but also in just about every other part of his body. "Oh, God," were the only words he could manage to get out.

On the other end of the line, Zim softly laughed. "Yeah?" he murmured. "Now, imagine that, and multiply it by a hundred - if not more."

"When will you be able to visit, hon?" Jordan wiped the sticky cum off of his member with part of his shirt - not like he was going to keep wearing that, anyway. Two birds with one stone and all of that.

"Soon enough, dear, soon enough."

"Hey, I should probably get to work on homework - and clean up, too."

"Alright. Love you, babe."

"I love you too, sexy beast. Bye." Jordan set the phone down on the table in front of the couch and looked down at his now very-stained shirt.

He didn't mind this little detour in his day - oh, no, he didn't mind at all.

~ ~ ~

The rest of the night passed with little further distractions: he and his boyfriend had a few more conversations via text as the night grew older, but mothering really more than that. These other conversations (which had only a bit of a sexual undertone) really reminded him of why he loved Zim - he was sweet, and gentle, and understanding, and all those other nice words his friends talked about with they relationships. The feelings the two shared for each other were clear enough in the messages they exchanged; Jordan looked back over them as he lay in his bed, soft smile growing and widening as he continued, this warmth in his chest still blossoming. He paused, thumbs hovering a half-centimeter over the keyboard in consideration of sending him just one more message.

"You still awake?"

He set his phone down on his chest. The light of the screen was blinding in the darkness of night when it came on. "Yeah. You ok?"

"Yeah, I guess. Just kinda lonely." He paused again. "Wish you were here."

"I know, hon - I know. Please don't let that get you down too much: I told you, I'll visit soon."

"How soon?"

The next message seemed to take so much longer to come in than the others. Jordan checked his phone twice in the time it took for him to finally get it. "Soon enough. Now, get to sleep, hon. I love you."

"I love you too." Jordan turned his phone off and set it on the nightstand next to his bed. Even after ,though, he lay there for a while longer, open eyes focused on a spot in the middle of the dark nothing of the ceiling overhead; just how soon is 'soon enough'? He wasn't sure he could take much more of this 'soon' thing, of these constant hopes and half-promises being piled on each day, only to be struck down at the end of that day and revived the next.

He knew that it would all be worth it in the end, though. That was the one thing that kept him from losing his mind and giving up.

~ ~ ~

Jordan fell asleep eventually, and, as the blaring cacophony of his alarm told him, he also had to wake up - this was just another start of just another day, almost identical to the last few, except... something felt different about today. He couldn't tell exactly what, though: maybe it was a little warmer outside, or the humidity went up, or he had an excellent dream but just could not remember anything about it, or maybe he was just in a good mood today for no real reason. He had a lot of friends who were like that every day, and he just couldn't understand why.

He still didn't.

His mind took its usual routes while he was getting ready for the day: he wondered what would be served for lunch or whether he'd go off-campus to eat; he thought about how much of a bitch his least favorite teacher was planning to be today; he wondered if he could have another 'talk' with Zim without being caught, like what happened last time he tried at school. This thought, however, made him all warm and wiggly all over again, and it took all of his willpower to suppress that and not do it right now instead.

Again, there was nothing out of the ordinary here.

Through the window next to his bed, Jordan could see that the sun was just now rising. That was good - it meant that he still had some time before he had to leave, and another look at his clock made him sure of this. Maybe, with this time, he could get some of his homework done, or go over something he had done in class the day before to be sure he had done it right, or read a bit of that one book one of his friends had lent him.

Yeah. Right. Or, he could go into the other room and flick on the TV, or play a video game or two, or just simply sleep for another ten or fifteen minutes. That was far more appealing to him than his other options. Though, whenever he chose to go back to sleep in the past, he always woke up after his second class had already started, and he had to deal with catching up in his first class and making up what he had missed of his second, and that was an annoyance all of its own. Well, dammit.

Instead, with the time he had, he chose to send a text to his boyfriend - just a quick "morning dear, you awake?" without the dripping undertone of lust this message would have had if he had sent it earlier in the morning. After five minutes passed, he checked his phone to see if he had gotten a reply; he didn't, and then checked in another five minutes, and another, and another, and each time came to an empty inbox. That was kind of strange, and a bit unnerving in a sense: usually, Zim woke up before he did.

Jordan just dismissed that as nothing though, and, seeing that he had spent all that free time waiting, tucked his books under his arm and headed out the door.

~ ~ ~

This day turned out, in the end, to be just as bland and uneventful as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. Just like all of those days, Jordan sat in his last class, mind a million miles away, tapping his fingernails on the surface of his desk, swearing that a second took longer each time the clock ticked. Today was Friday - by God, Friday! - and he had a three-day weekend full of sleep, neglecting to do his homework, and talking with his boyfriend to get to. That was something he couldn't wait for.

Well, he couldn't wait for any of those things. How much he couldn't wait just differed between them in varying increments.

He kept his hand tight around his phone in his pocket; just like he had been doing for the past thirty or so minutes. He had checked three times in his first class, twice in his second class, another three in his third, and so on: now, in his last class - in the last three minutes of his last class, that is - he checked his phone once more, and still found no reply to the text he had sent before school this morning. That struck genuine worry into his heart, cold and ponderous, and he told himself again and again that he'd give Zim a call when he got home, just to make sure things were okay and he was alright - maybe even before he got home. That was still reasonable.

The bell rang, and once more, Jordan was one of the first out the door. Different thoughts floated in and out of his head as he made his way through the hallways, half-believable explanations as to why Zim wasn't responding. He's ignoring me, was his first thought, but he quickly shoved that off and dismissed it. Or, he could be waiting to talk to me this weekend - no, that doesn't make sense. Maybe something happened to him, and he's really not okay and just can't respond!... No, no, he loves me; he'd find a way to contact me. I know I would for him.

And, then, just as he left the school building: what if he can't text back - or doesn't want to - because this is the weekend he's going to visit me? What if 'soon enough' really is soon enough? No, he'd probably text me to let me know, at least... unless he wants it to be a surprise!

Jordan checked his phone once more, and then slid it back into his pocket. We'll just have to see, he told himself; soon enough, I'll know the answer. This wasn't the first time Jordan hadn't gotten a response from his boyfriend - some of those times had lasted for up to two or three days, but still, they had resolved themselves eventually. This one certainly would, too: it just took time, and patience.

However, he couldn't help himself from leaning more towards that last one than any other: not only was that the one he wanted the most to be true, but it also made the most sense. Zim had been getting steadily more mysterious and cryptic about his plans to visit for about a month now, revealing less each time Jordan asked - and, around a month ago, he could remember him saying it would be 'a month or so' before he would be able to, and then 'still a while', then 'soon'. Maybe that was what this morning's feeling was about, like a sort of good premonition or omen. Jordan looked up to the sky as he walked: there, he saw a peaceful sapphire backdrop blotted here and there with puffy molten-marshmallow white clouds, and light from a sun that was bright yet not too hot. A gentle breeze blew by that rustled the trees and made their arms sway; a car drove by on his left, and he caught a quick snippet of the music the driver was listening to through a slightly-lowered window. What a fantastic day to end the week on.

Look, the front door of his house was even unlocked, too. Maybe his older brother was visiting today.

Jordan closed the door behind him and repeated yesterday's rituals, kicking off his shoes and setting his books down in the place that they would remain until Monday decided to show its ugly face once more. These rituals continued through him scanning the fridge for something to snack on, and then the pantry for the same reason; then, he went to go lounge on the couch for a few moments, like he did every day, but... something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong:

Someone was sitting there on the couch, eyes focused on Jordan behind a pair of dark sunglasses as he nervously took a step closer. "Hello."

He didn't recognize this person at all - didn't recognize his face, nor the way he held himself, nor the way he kept that pair of impenetrable black shades against his face even though they were inside and he was facing away from the window. Jordan didn't recognize any of him, and he didn't like any of him, either. "Um..." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Who are you?"

This man looked as if he was attending a wedding, or a funeral: black pants, black shoes, black suit over a fine white shirt, and a black tie. His brown hair was cut and tidy, and nothing of his eyes could be seen through his sunglasses. "Ra," he said, in a voice that was somewhat familiar to Jordan; he just couldn't place where he had heard that voice before. That was strange. "I'm here because you need to come with me, Jordan."

"What? What did I do?" Jordan tried to find something behind those obsidian lenses. He couldn't. "How do you know my name?"

"I've have my eye on you for a while now."

"That really doesn't make me feel any better."

"Someone who cares a lot about you requested that you come with me today. I urge that you do." Ra looked at Jordan over the edges of his glasses - something was wrong with his eyes, too, but he couldn't get a good enough look to figure out just what. "Clarify for me: who is it you're romantically involved with right now?"

Despite the absurdity of this situation, Jordan couldn't help but feel a sense of something like... well, he didn't really know what. Yes, he was nervous, and somewhat frightened, but nowhere near as much as he thought he'd be at a time like this. That was strange, too. "Well," he began, not fully knowing why he was just handing this information out to this strange man who may or may not be affiliated with the government, "his name's Zim -"

"- and he doesn't live near you?"

Jordan nodded, and wipes at his forehead with the back of his hand.

"That's what I thought. He and I go way back, and he specifically requested me for this occasion because he knew he could trust me, and that you would trust someone that he trusted."

"Well, what is it? What's going on?"

Ra paused, and pulled in and then released a soft sigh. "Something's happened to him. Now will you come with me?"

"I don't really have much of a choice, do I?"

The man in the suit, this faceless Ra fellow, stood and extended an arm towards the front door. "After you, then."

"So," Jordan said, after leaving the house; now, he was busy locking the door, still unsure of how this man had unlocked it in the first place when there was no spare key. "are you with the police, or the government, or what? I mean, the whole suit-and-tie thing with the shades and all that."

Ra had parked his car on the opposite side of the road, and it was a perfectly normal car: no obtuse lights, no bars, no decals, no heavy-tinted windows. That was why Jordan had failed to notice it. "You could say something like that. Yeah."

"Alright." Jordan glanced across the road. "Let's go. How long is this gonna take?"

"However long it takes." Ra didn't fasten his seatbelt after he slid into his car and turned it on; that kind of caught Jordan's attention, but he chose not to say anything. "I can assure you, though, that you'll be safe at home again later tonight."

"What about Zim? Is he okay, at least?"

Ra was quiet for another moment. "He's just fine - at least, he was last I heard. You're aware he was planning to visit you today, yes?"

"I had an idea." Jordan watched the scenery outside pass by - look, there goes his school. "Wait, if he's okay, then what is this all about? I thought you said something happened to him."

"I did." Ra turned left; this was starting to get into the part of the area that Jordan didn't know all too well. He shifted in his seat. "Something did. You'll see; we have maybe ten minutes until we get there."

Jordan felt around in his pocket and pulled out his phone: there, he looked through the texts with Zim from yesterday. He was so happy and energetic then, like he always was; Jordan couldn't imagine what it might have been that happened to him. That worried him - that, along with how this well-dressed man was being so mysterious: he was certainly hiding something. That much was clear. Maybe it had something to do with why he kept his eyes hidden.

Jordan looked from the screen of his phone to the window: outside, buildings and places that he might have been to once or twice in his life passed by. Zim was strong, and he could certainly handle himself just fine - was it a mistake to come with this strange person, this man who called himself Ra? Jordan looked over him through the corner of his eye. Why did he feel like he had met him before, even though he hardly recognized any of him? His voice, those eyes that he only got a quarter-second view of... what was it?

"We're here."

Jordan looked around: all around them was forest, thick and heavy, green and brown and leaves and bark and shadow. This was strange - and how did they veer off-road and into such a forest without him noticing? "Where - exactly - is here?"

Ra opened the door and stepped out. "Again: you'll see. Just come on. Follow me."

No sound from the outside world would be heard: no car horns, no highway, no low chatter of strangers across the road, no roar of planes passing overhead. The sense of nervousness and unease in Jordan's heart grew steadily stronger as he followed behind this man who wove his way through the trees and other obstacles, clothing and skin untouched by any fallen leaves or thorny vines that continually grabbed and clawed at Jordan's bare arms and loose clothing. Something certainly was different about Ra, but he was a friend of Zim's - well, he at least claimed to be - so he could also certainly be trusted.

Right?

The two drew into a clearing, at one side of which dropped down to a barely-flowing river. Jordan tilted his head back - and saw now sky: instead, all there was was an interweaving web of heavy-laden branches and leaves. Sunlight could only peer through small gaps and spots, breaks in the cover here and there; it cast strange thing columns of light from those spots down to the floor of the forest below. Jordan stepped into one, and instantly felt his body grow warmer in the friendly arms of the early afternoon sun.

He turned to Ra. "What now? Where is he?"

"Patience." Ra shrugged off the jacket of his suit and began undoing his tie. What was that for? "You can stop worrying."

Jordan tried to take a step towards him, but found that he couldn't; panic shot through his veins, and with a look down at his body, he saw very clearly why. In the middle of his chest, slowly but steadily growing larger, was a strip of something that looked to be amber or tree sap or something of that sort; it wrapped down from his right shoulder to his left hip, and from there, across his waist. Each time he pulled at it, or tried otherwise to move, it pulsed like the heartbeat of something very alive and widened, stretched, expanded He felt it crawl up his lower belly and looked again at Ra, who threw his now-loosened tie over the low branch of a tree near him. "What is this? What did you do to me...?"

"I said, you can stop worrying." He took off his sunglasses and threw them to the side: underneath were eyes that Jordan could now see were not normal at all. Instead of the normal round pupil in a round iris, there was instead a black slit of a pupil in a pool of deep brown. Ra began undoing the top button of his shirt. "I knew you would come with me if I said I know Zim. I knew, so I coated all of the seatbelts with that beforehand: the more you move, the more it will grow. It feeds off of the heat generated when you move, like the bacteria around a hydrothermal vent." Jordan watched as his shirt pulled further and further apart with each new button released - until there were no more buttons to undo. "In a way, though, I do know Zim."

"You're not who you say you are." Jordan swallowed and looked frantically around; he could feel the amber close around his body and continue to crawl up his chest, now halfway over his ribcage. That intensified his nervousness, which made his heart beat faster, which made it grow more, which just made things even more worse than they already were.

"No, I am not." Ra - or whoever this was - tossed his shirt to the side as well and reached down to his pants, stepping closer as he did so. Jordan couldn't take his eyes off those hands as they worked, slow, calm, determined. "I don't think you'll be too disappointed."

"You're going to rape me."

"You could say that, yes. Again, though -" Ra dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He wore no underwear. "- you won't be too disappointed."

Jordan cursed under his breath and clenched his muscles against this crawling, spreading presence now almost at his neck. His mother always warned him about this, and he just thought her concern silly and stupid - now, he could see who the stupid one really was. "Tell me who you are first."

This man stood in front of him and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "I'm surprised you haven't figured out by now," he purred softly, and looked into Jordan's eyes with his own inhuman ones. "I mean, the voice , these eyes... this body?" He took Jordan's free hand and pressed it into his groin. "You don't recognize me at all?"

Jordan swallowed again and tried to ignore the heat in his hand. It was hard - in more than one way. "I don't -"

"Think." This man's voice changed; Jordan focused his eyes and looked right at him. This time, he was sure that he recognized that voice - and, he also knew where he had heard that voice before. "Yeah?"

"Oh my God."

"There you go."

Suddenly, all of this made a lot more sense: all the mystery, and half-familiarity, and everything else. Jordan relaxed a bit and closed his fingers - which he could still move - around the delicious warmth pressed into his palm. "Zim..."

"Hey there, baby." Zim breathed out a heated sigh and moved his hips forward a little. Jordan could feel his cock grow hard in his hand, and tried to wriggle under the amber casement. "I told you there's nothing to worry about."

"What is this, though...?"

"It's my way of keeping you restrained, for the time being. I'll let you go shortly. Until then, though..." Zim took a step back. Jordan couldn't take his eyes off the hard member that bobbed in front of his boyfriend's stomach; damn, he was large. "You remember, a few days ago, when he had that roleplay where I was a Gizian and turned you into a dragon?"

A Gizian was Zim's race of wolflike... well, creatures. Jordan didn't fully know the story behind it. "Yeah, that..." He licked his lips. "I really enjoyed that."

"Well... I really am not who I say I am." Zim looked up to the leafy canopy and held his arms out to his sides. Jordan tried to wipe at his eyes to be sure he was seeing this right, but that just agitated the amber. Zim's whole body seemed to be moving and changing: his skin rippled and shifted, and suddenly began giving way to brown tufts of fur here and there, until the whole of his body was covered. While this was going on, he grew taller, the joints and angles of his legs shifted and became more animalistic, his skull lengthened into a fine canine muzzle, and... and, oh God, his cock changed, too. Where flesh-toned skin was originally now became red and veined, from a furred sheath with a bulbous knot at the base of his meat. What was originally seven or eight inches as a human was now very clearly more. Jordan almost didn't want to guess, and he felt dwarfed in comparison.

"This is me," Zim said, his voice carrying through the air like the timbre of some fine instrument. At the completion of his transformation, he was easily two feet or so taller than Jordan: were they to stand face-to-face, the blunt point of Zim's canid cocktip would come level about with the upper half of Jordan's ribcage. It was absolutely awesome. "I really am a Gizian - and you, my love..." He leaned in, and bent down: Jordan winced at the hot breath that washed over his face and looked up into brown eyes much deeper than any pool of water. "...really are a dragon at heart and in soul. I am a powerful being, much more than you think I am: would you like for me to bring that state of your heart and soul to your body, too?"

Jordan could just give a weak nod. He was mesmerized by all of this: by those eyes, this situation, this magnificent wolfman in front of him - who just so happened to be his boyfriend! - and by the heat of a pulsing beastcock that he could feel from here. There was just so much everything to take in.

"Come on." Zim leaned in a little further and gently bit Jordan's upper lip, who breathed out a shuddering sigh and wiggled again beneath his bonds.

"Yes," he moaned, and licked his lip where he was bitten. "Please. I am yours, hon: do with me and to me whatever you like."

Zim's lips curled up and showed his fangs in a mirthful grin. He planted a kiss on his boyfriend's lips and took a step back. "Now, that's what I like to hear." He reached down, undid Jordan's pants, then closed his paw around the waiting cock, slowly stroking up and down along the slick length. "You'll feel a slight shock..."

Jordan felt his whole body pulse and twitch, against his will and intention; when he could open his eyes against the movements, he could see Zim kneeled down In front of him, Jordan's foot held in his paws, warm calloused pads and tough claws running over his smooth and sensitive skin. Zim focused there, feeling each little ridge and crevice, finding the spots that made Jordan kick and twitch. He lifted that foot and nuzzled up between the toes, slowly breathing in and out, in and out, with Jordan above still in the beginning changes of physical transformation. He could see the places on his body where skin had begun to transform into scales, where fingernails started to stretch into sharp obsidian claws, and where his skull and teeth elongated and molted into something else, something that no human had ever really seen before, something... different and fantastic.

Zim ran his broad, flat tongue up the underside of the foot still In front of his muzzle - and found that Jordan kicked no more, of his thin, sensitive skin had already given way to steely sapphire scales, and Zim almost cut his tongue on the lengthy claws at the end of each toe. He reveled in that feeling, and did it again another two times; then, he shifted again and ran his fingerpads up the underside of that foot, first in the direction the scales flowed and then opposite to that. They were like little sheaths of dyed metal, like the plates of scale mail, but they were warm - underneath certainly pulsed the current of blood in a living body.

Zim stepped, then, and watched: Jordan was no longer Jordan. Now, he was something better: he was finally what his soul dictated he should be. His blue scales glinted like a million fantastic opaque and metallic sapphire gemstones in the little shafts of light that came down from above; as those scales grew, his body grew in size, putting more and more stress on the crawling amber, unable to keep up, until -

• it shattered.

It was almost as if a gigantic glass sphere had been dropped from an immense height: first, there was the blinding shimmer of sunlight reflecting off a hundred thousand different prismatic faces; then, there was the sound to follow that, a hundred waves crashing all at the same time; and then, golden dust and shards were everywhere.

The dragon that now stood in Jordan's place looked slightly bemused, a little dazed, and then... seemed to wake up. He moved his head, ran a clawed hand over the back of his neck, looked at that hand, then turned and looked back at his spiked tail. He turned back, and his eyes met Zim's; now, he was only two or three inches shorter than the Gizian.

"Welcome to the new you," Zim purred, and stepped forward; he pressed his lips to his boyfriend's and reached a large brown-furred paw down, feeling at the dragon before taking the exotic ridged cock and giving it a squeeze and a few tight strokes. "You are no longer Jordan, petty human encasement of flesh we both once knew... now, you are my Aquiax."

Jordan - Aquiax - breathed in and then breathed out, still getting accustomed to this new body, this new life. "Yes," he said, and looked at Zim. "Yes."

Zim continued running his paw up and down along that shaft; he used his other paw to take one of Aquiax's hands and press it against himself. "For now, we don't have to do much," he murmured softly. "I just want you to see how it really feels to be with me."

Gradually, the speed of his stroking increased: Aquiax could tell. He had to keep an arm around Zim and lean on him to keep himself upright, as his legs had lost their usefulness a while ago. God, this really was amazing! He always thought it would be, what with the things Zim had said, but never quite like this: maybe it was in the strength of his paw, or how he seemed to go one speed one way and another the other, or how he turned his paw just a little... Aquiax really didn't know, but that didn't matter now. It didn't matter because he had never gotten this from anyone else before: it quite simply rendered him unable to do much else.

Zim brought his thumb up over his boyfriend's tip every time he came to it; there, hot pre waited for him , and more continuously drooled out. He could feel Aquiax's grunts and moans, and reveled in that: it gave him such a sense of powerful mastery that this was something he could do.

"Oh, God, hon," moaned Aquiax, moving and lurching in rhythm with the fast-working paw over his shaft. "Zim, I... I'm gonna -"

This was it. Zim squeezed, and increased his speed, and held the dragon close to him as he pumped his thick shaft -

• and Aquiax bucked once more, twice, three times against Zim's paw, each time spurting out another rope of milky cum. Zim smiled and slowed his stroking: each spatter of seed could be heard on the floor of the forest through all the other noises of nature. The dragon panted and looked at his love through half-closed eyes, who brought his now-soaked paw to his lips and licked off the glistening liquid.

"Now," he murred; Aquiax continued to pant. "You've got the hard cock of your Gizian boyfriend in your hand... what are you going to do with that?"

The sapphire dragon was silent, except for his heavy breathing and the sound of his claws on the leaves beneath his feet as he lurched and moved.

So, Zim put his paw on his shoulder and pushed him down to one knee; his red meat, glistening with heated moisture in a spot where the sun shone down from above, bobbed in front of his nose - tantalizing, mesmerizing, tempting and delicious. Aquiax didn't care that he just came, the evidence of which stretched out at least four feet in front of him. No, he didn't care at all. He stretched his tongue out, finding it to be much longer and certainly more dexterous than I was as a human, and wrapped it around that cock waiting in front of his face.

A new taste, unlike any other he had ever experienced before, washed over his tongue; oh, God, he thinks. The scent, the glorious heavy aroma wafting up off this heated shaft, matches that taste consuming his mind - it's rich, and savory, and oh God. He flicked his tongue over Zim's tip, and then did it another few times, each time with a bit more fervor, a bit more lust. Zim's paw came down on the back of his head and gently tugged him closer; Aquiax reciprocated that motion and dove down, lengthy muzzle easily taking in the first few inches before he could feel it against the back of his throat. The shape and contours of this shaft were both unfamiliar to him, for he had never gone down on a dog before - and certainly never a Gizian.

That was now something that he had regretted not ever doing before; after today, he would make an effort to make up for all those missed opportunities in the past. He looked up at Zim as he descended further, feeling his cock slide steadily down into his throat; the face he saw was relaxed, calm, a gentle tone of pleasure underlining the formations of his mouthed words and his expressions.

Aquiax closed his eyes and kept his hands on Zim's hips for balance, and for leverage: he found it to be easier if he pulled his boyfriend towards him while he descended - and apparently Zim thought the same, as evidenced by the nuances of motion in his legs. Aquiax tilted his head to the side as he came back up, and then turned it back the other way while once more drawing his muzzle down over Zim's cock. He could feel the little throbs and twitches, the clenches and shivers on his tongue and his lips... and he loved every second of it. They were no longer in a secluded clearing of a forest; there was no longer anyone else in the world - the universe - but them; they were alone, in their own world.

When Aquiax had told his friends that he had the best boyfriend ever, he sure as hell was not lying.

He ran through all the scenarios with Zim in his head that he had ever imagined: all of their roleplays and talks on the phone, all of the stories and art that Zim had commissioned of them, all of his dreams and fantasies. Now, all of those could finally become real: in fact, he was right in the middle of one of them.

His head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, and then gaining in speed. He flicked his tongue over Zim's length again and again, occasionally swirling it around, or tightening his lips, or doing another trick of pleasure that he had learned over time. Zim was good with his hands - well, paws - and Aquiax was good with his mouth. That's fair enough of an exchange, isn't it?

"Mm..." Zim's gentle moan reached the dragon's ears from above; that was good. It wouldn't be much longer - no, not long at all. Aquiax bobbed up and down, up and down, and Zim held his head and fucked his maw. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths; his other paw clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched; his tail flicked, he arched his back, he clenched his paw one more time, sucked in a gasp -

• and Aquiax jolted and gagged with the spurt of hot cum flowing out into his throat. He swallowed twice, and still some sticky seed dribbled out the side of his muzzle; he wiped at his mouth and looked up again at Zim, whose eyes were still closed and whose mouth was hanging open. "Did I do well?"

Zim nodded and stroked the dragon's head. "Yeah," he said, and pulled him up; their noses touched. Zim's flicked in recognizing the scent of his own cum. "You sure did, babe."

Then, their lips met, and once more were they in a world of their own.