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I know what you're thinking... "Haven't I seen this before?" Well, after AFF's last major downtime my old username was deleted and attempts to contact Ayla have been unsuccessful. Since many people who follow this haven't read my comments about it being uploaded at my own personal site, I decided to create a new profile and reupload the story with all the chapters I currently have completed.

This version of Goddess Rising has a new interlude between Zim and Purple in Chapter 4, as well as two (or three?) new chapters not yet seen here on AFF!

I hope everyone agrees with my decision to create a new user name and reupload. If I ever regain control of my old account, the old version will be dealt with.

For those of you NEW to GR, this story contains graphic gay sex and obvious OOC-ness. Zim's a lot more subdued in this than his cartoon counterpart. There's also an original character who has a minor role, so don't beat me to death over it, ok?

This story was originally inspired by "Lucky Seventeen" by Pink Lemonade ( http://www.fanfiction.net/u/243080/ ). The story has since been deleted but the only similarity is the confession of love and the 7 year disappearance.

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Chapter One: Zim Returns

Day in, day out, the same old house. Nothing in the universe, not even the most advanced of technology, could make these old walls seem new.

Just as he did every day, Zim sat low in his tall captain’s chair, staring at the monitor screen with no real subject to watch. His long, lean form seemed pale and frail from lack of activity or exposure to the outside. However, he was still quite handsome, having more developed muscular features and slightly darker lime skin. And of course, the crimson eyes that were always so expressive. These days he never wore anything significant… He usually went shirtless and wore only his black pants and boots.

He was almost as tall as The Tallest now… He assumed it was probably from exposure to Earth’s atmosphere. The oxygen stimulated cells much faster and sped up evolution. Had The Tallest even remotely considered him a threat, they probably would have killed him for his height by now.

“Can I go outsiiiiiiide?” GIR whined, hopping from one small metallic foot to the other. Of everything that had changed, GIR was the only thing that was continually the same every day. “I have to make water!”

Zim looked at his assistant with dull, disinterested eyes. Some days GIR listened when he said “NO!” and some days he did not.

“What do you find so entertaining about going out and pretending to piss on a tree?” he growled. “I wish I was as insanely stupid as you.”

“Okay!” GIR squealed, grinning madly and trotting to the elevator, screaming with glee when it rocketed him to the main floor.

In many ways, Zim envied his robotic companion. The alien had spent so much time in the annals of his lair that the caress of Earth’s warm sunshine was inviting. But, of course, he never dared to leave the house for fear that he would run into Him.

Though it was seven long Earth years ago, it still felt like yesterday… The day Dib had confessed his “love”…

What a callous and disgusting thing to do.

“It feels like—I’m in love with you.”

He looked down for a second, then back up again. “The more I watch you… The more I—come to understand you,” Dib had stammered. “Sometimes I wish… That--that you would give up this stupid plot to take over our planet and… just be—just be--my friend.”

Zim stood at the door, so dumbstruck that he didn’t bother to order that his gnomes carry Dib away.

“Are you so—desperate to have friends, lowly human, that you would harass me to sink to your supreme level of uncoolitude?”

“Whatever, Zim,” Dib replied, exchanging the earnesty for his usual know-it-all demeanor. “You don’t have any friends at skool either.”

Zim was haughty as usual; to mask his uncertainty, to be sure. “I don’t need friends! I have a higher purpose than you slimy stinkbeasts!”

Dib took a step forward. “I don’t believe that. You’ve never felt lonely here, all alone? You’ve never—thought fondly of someone, for even a second, and wondered if things could be different between the two of you?” The human leaned forward and put his arms up on the sides of the door, uncomfortably close to Zim. “Face t, you’re never going to take over this planet—you don’t have what it takes! What will you do when it finally becomes apparent that you’ve failed, huh? Will you sit here in this stupid little house forever and keep going to skool like you’re one of us? Constantly alone and an outcast?? Huh?!”

His temper finally ignited, Zim grabbed Dib by the lapels of his trench coat and flung him to his back on the lawn. “Where was the camera hidden this time?? In between two of your useless human teeth, perhaps? Or did you fashion one out of an earring?” He pointed toward the street. “GNOMES!”

Dib quickly sat up. “No—Zim—I didn’t mean to make you angry—I—please!! Listen to—“

Zim slammed the door as his lawn jockeys dragged the nuisance away. He turned on his heel and stormed toward his lab.

“Aww! Somebody needs a hug!” GIR cooed, holding out his arms as Zim walked by.

Zim glared and rejected the offer.

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“The dog’s outside again…” Dib murmured, looking down from the telescope to scribble on a notepad. “He’s been coming out a lot more frequently as of late. I wonder if it means something…?”

Dark, intelligent eyes peered down at quickly jotted notes. Sighing, Dib leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms, looking over at his computer to see if the cameras he had rigged detected anything. Nothing for him had changed… He still monitored Zim’s house every day from his room full of gadgets, he still sported the unkempt, scythe-like hair, thick glasses, and “detective” getup. He still wore a pair of shiny black boots with large buckles, tight black pants, old t-shirt and long trench coat with buckles to match his boots. He was still pale and geeky, but much taller and with a more defined muscle structure.

No longer being in skool gave him plenty of time to monitor every occurrence at the house. He usually spent a good part of the morning and every night at his window, watching. Though the house was locked up tighter than a maximum-security prison except when GIR came in and out, Dib had set up a number of cameras along its outside perimeter.

“It means that you need to get a life, perhaps?” Gaz grumbled, taking a drag from her cigarette.

Gaz hadn’t changed either. She was still foul, frightening, and unintentionally gothic. She always wore the black lipstick, nail polish, and had squinted eyes as cold as ice. Today she was wearing a fishnet body suit underneath a raggedy black dress, with a spiked collar and bracelets placed at random intervals. She had developed into quite the attractive young woman, though no male would come within ten feet of her if given the choice.

Dib turned to her. “Says the spider who always crawls into my room, despite saying she has better things to do…”

“I only came to hand you the mail, Mulder,” Gaz spat back, spinning a letter at his head as if to decapitate him with it. It bounced off his neck and landed in his lap. “Dad said if I caused you to miss any important notices I’d have to pay to bribe you into a college. And God only knows how much I’d have to fork up to get any dean to accept your pimply ass.”

Luckily for Dib, that nasty acne problem was long gone. “Thanks, sis!” Dib crooned, faking a sunny disposition that made his dark sister cringe.

To cause Dib a cringe in return, Gaz grinned and said, “You know, Dibbles, if you move away, how are you going to obsessively monitor your little boyfriend’s house?” Not bothering to wait for an answer, Gaz continued, “I bet dad would love to hear about what all this equipment in here is really for.”

“I bet he would be even more thrilled to know your favorite brand is Marlboros,” Dib replied glibly, grabbing the cigarette from her and taking a hit, coughing a bit.

“Pussy.” She took the square back from him and walked out.

Of course, their dad probably wouldn’t react too negatively in either case.

One morning at breakfast, when Gaz had “off-handedly” asked “So what’s Zim up to today?!” the professor had turned to Dib, blinked, and asked, “The little foreign boy? Were you a friend of his? I had heard he stopped showing up at school last year… Was he deported?”

Before Dib could answer, his father had launched into a lecture about how, “Whether or not he was your friend, son, illegal aliens aren’t exactly legal!”

Luckily, Dib was spared further suspicion by running off to skool. Two months later when dad next had the time to eat breakfast with his kids, he had totally forgotten about Zim.

It was hard for Dib to do the same with that house as an ever-present reminder of that which once was—and could have been. Every day Dib passed it on the way to and from skool—and every day he chose not to deviate from that path in hopes that Zim would suddenly reappear and life would be back to “normal.”

He never saw Zim, but he did often see that idiotic dog. And every time it would leave the quickly deteriorating house for a walk, tacos, whatever, Dib always hoped his master wouldn’t be far behind.

Wherever he was, he wasn’t making his presence known. Did Dib’s desire to be friends with the invader suddenly drive him into hiding? And if so, why? How could Dib’s silly fantasies cause Zim to seemingly start ignoring his mission?

Dib always wondered if Zim knew the truth… About the strange attraction Dib had begun to develop while watching Zim’s daily activities… Now, being 19 and well finished with that tumultuous period known as puberty, Dib assumed that being obsessed with that one creature for so long in his formulative years had done it.

Over the years of observing, Dib came to know so many things about Zim… About his relationship with GIR, his true devotion to taking over the world… He had even gotten the fortune of witnessing a conversation between Zim and his superiors, The Tallest. It was painfully obvious that they could care less about whether Zim lived or died, but the little alien was oblivious, and seemed to proud when he felt the report had gone well.

Through painstaking work and unending devotion to surveillance, Dib had been able to see a side that Zim had tried so hard to hide… The more human side. These softer qualities had endeared Zim to his stalker and made him wonder if perhaps Zim could be reformed.

Once that seed was planted in Dib’s head, it began to grow and fester. Dib began to fantasize about what it would be like to have Zim as his friend, instead of his enemy. The more he thought about it, the more attractive it seemed… The more he tried to be nice to the invader and make him change his ways.

But it didn’t stop there. There was something else… Something that grabbed Dib’s attention more so than anything else Zim-related…

Dib winced and recalled the first time that he had touched himself while watching Zim. The subject had been outside, instructing GIR on how to be more dog-like as to not blow their cover. When GIR completely ignored every command Zim gave and even went so far as to take off his dog suit and make it bark at his master, Zim had become so frustrated that he kicked the little robot in the face. Zim ended up damaging its right optical piece, and it started to wail like a banshee.

Suddenly realizing that he had been too harsh and not wishing to draw attention, Zim’s expression softened and he went to GIR, picking him up and apologizing for treating his partner so badly. In order to stop its tears, he rocked it back and forth a bit and promised to get it some tacos and fix its eye.

GIR was quickly placated and ran excitedly back to the house, missing the door by a foot or so and slamming into the wall, due to its compromised vision. Zim, shaking his head, picked the robot up again and took it inside.

Dib had watched the scene in complete awe, and wondered what it would feel like if Zim were to hold him that way—comfort him whenever things didn’t go well.

…And the rest is history. Even now, the thought of how soft Zim could be inspired a tingling sensation deep in Dib’s body… He wished with all his heart that he could have done something, anything, to make Zim his. The thought of possibly never seeing the alien again killed him inside…

Sighing, Dib opened the letter that Gaz had delivered.

“Mr. Dib Membrane,

Due to your many contributions to the advancement of paranormal investigation, we would be more than honored to have you attend our school. The semester starts August 27th…”

He grinned from ear-to-ear. “I got accepted!” he cried. “The most prestigious Hunter college in the nation—they accepted ME!” He leaned back and put his arms behind his head. “Just because I invented that little heat sensor that detects ghosts with an only 12% error ratio…” he said smugly. “…Or when I discovered the ‘Sasquatch genome’… Or…” he trailed off, thinking of how great it would be to get away from this miserable city… Away from Zim’s memory.

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That day, seven years ago, Zim sat in his captain’s chair just thinking about everything Dib had said.

It was true that sometimes he had admired the human’s brilliant mind… He was the only person Zim had met so far that was even capable of keeping him from taking over the planet. Sometimes, he wished that Dib would realize his potential and join the Irkens as a conqueror instead of wasting his talent on those filthy humans. But he always recovered from those moments of weakness and realized that Dib was his sworn enemy, and always would be.

“Because I thought fondly of him… Does that mean I’m as weak as he is?” Zim thought aloud, looking down at his small, articulate hands. Perhaps Dib was right… He was incapable of taking Earth because he was much too weak. After two years’ time he couldn’t even take over that damn skool. Maybe he should give it up and make a better effort to belong… To at least enjoy the time he was stuck here…

“GAH!” he cried, pulling on his antennae. “That damned human is trying to weaken me by making me feel his stupid emotions! Nonsense! The human race will TREMBLE beneath my supreme power! And I will make DIB bow to me first!”

The more he thought about the things Dib had said, the angrier he became. He thought long and hard about how he would make this miserable planet PAY…when it occurred to him that he had been trying to beat the humans at their own game.

“They’re a clever bunch… But their pseudo-‘peaceful’ ways leave them lacking in firepower. If I were to simply outclass their weapons, I could easily wipe them all out in one fell swoop!” Laughing maniacally, he jumped up and contacted The Tallest. “And here I was trying to defeat them using reconnaissance! All I would need is for them to deliver a Class 4 warship, and…”

When his superiors had heard of his plan, their simple answer was “Uh… Our—delivery boy is on vacation. So—sorry! Maybe later!” with a sheepish grin.

“Then I will personally go and pick it up myself!” Zim cried triumphantly, turning off the screen before Purple had finished gasping “Wait—“

In a matter of days, Zim had reached the Massive, and was returning to his old dormitory when he overheard other recruits talking about him around the corner of a hallway.

“Did you hear? Zim submitted another ‘report,’” one girl sniggered. “Now he’s wanting to use a warship!”

An older recruit laughed as well. “He’ll probably crash it into something. It was sheer luck that he managed to crash into Irth or whatever that planet’s called.”

“I heard that The Tallest had sent him to the Milky Way galaxy thinking it was uninhabited. If they had known there was a livable planet there…”

“Who cares?!” a third chimed in. “He’s stuck there anyway; he can’t even manage to subdue the planet’s young.”

They all laughed heartily and moved on to another subject.

Zim’s heart was in his stomach. Suddenly, everything made perfect sense… All the denials his requests had gotten, all the facts The Tallest would forget about his previous reports. They didn’t care about his “mission,” they were just trying to get rid of him. Feeling as if he could die, Zim walked silently back to his ship without even attempting to take any equipment.

His Voot drifted in space for a time. He didn’t quite know where to go. He couldn’t return to his planet or the mothership… He was a failure and a disappointment to his race. He couldn’t very well go into exile, since most decent planets hated Irkens and refused to accept them even within the atmosphere.

Zim’s only choice was to return to Earth, where he was at least somewhat accepted among the dirty little slugs. His throat constricted when he realized that he was just like Dib… Friendless and without respect even among his own kind. What a cruel, cruel fucking joke.

“GIR is still ‘guarding’ the house… If I leave him alone for too long, he’ll probably get his head stuck in something and blow up all my stuff.” Zim said to himself. This excuse was satisfactory enough that he was able to force his ship to return.

When he reached Earth he had every intention of fully integrating himself into the human race and forming a new life for himself. In order to better understand human concepts such as the family dynamic, he began to study Dib from his basement with the bugs he had already placed in the house. He decided that, after he got “being a human” down, he would uproot and settle down again in another place far from Dib or any of his stupid companions.

As time passed, however, Zim began to learn many things about Dib’s life he had never realized, particularly the companionships he shared with his father and sister. Though his father was typically quite busy and Gaz took great joy in torturing the boy, there was genuine affection there. Zim became jealous of that affection, wishing that he had been able to have a father or sister or ANYONE that would protect him and make his life more fulfilling. GIR’s random hugs and coos were not a good enough alternative in Zim’s eyes. And the robot parents he had fashioned weren’t even worth mentioning.

Feeling even more desperate and pathetic than before, Zim soon gave up any notion of living among humans. He began to spend days upon weeks upon months rooted to the captain’s chair, ignoring everything but GIR’s requests for food or entertainment. He sunk into a deep depression, and did nothing but watch Dib’s activities with hollow, envious eyes.

And so it has been until the present day, where Zim has spent the morning watching Dib watch him.

“I wonder what he would do if I just got up and walked outside,” Zim speculated for the thousandth time. “He would probably laugh at me if I told him that I was no longer trying to conquer the world… He would rub it in my face that he was right,” he said bitterly through gritted teeth.

Lately The Tallest had begun contacting HIM instead of vice versa. They said they had wondered what happened to Zim’s reports, but Zim was sure they were just making sure he wasn’t going anywhere near them. They had started to ask for lots of information about Earth and its inhabitants, like the atmospheric pressure and how many humans were born each day. Of course, what would they do with such useless information? They were just trying to humor him, though Zim did one better and humored THEM.

“I’m almost as tall as you now,” he would always say to himself, “and smarter, too. Yet you think I’m so pathetic… I’ll show all of you someday.”

Zim looked up at the screen and saw Dib jumping up and down, running to the telephone and calling people. He was all smiles and joviality. Something good had obviously happened… Zim watched in curiosity as the day unfolded. Dib himself received phone calls throughout the day.

The professor even came from his lab and gave his son a big hug, making grand gestures and patting him on the back. Gaz even looked a bit impressed, as impressed as her face could get. The family ordered food to be delivered and they ate in what seemed to be celebration.

The professor stayed with Dib all day, which was so incredibly uncharacteristic of him that Zim knew something monumental had happened. He watched in jealousy as father and son spent the whole day talking about what seemed to be a variety of things… Late into the night they communed, until Dib could no longer stay awake. As he dragged himself off to bed, the professor looked at his watch and his eyes widened. He jumped to his feet and ran out of the house, forgetting to lock the door.

Zim watched Dib drift off to sleep with a smile on his face, feeling bitterness well up inside his body. He pounded his fists into the arms of the chair and wailed, “What is this now? Why is he suddenly having all these good things happen to him?? What did he do to deserve such attention from everyone? It’s not fair!!” He gritted his teeth. “He didn’t even bother to conduct night surveillance! What if I had left the house and released a Destroyer into the town!? He wouldn’t have even noticed! Laziness!! Why should he be rewarded for laziness!?

“I—HATE—HIM!!” Zim screamed, jumping to his feet. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! WHY DOES HE GET TO LIVE HIS LIFE WHILE I’M STUCK HERE IN THIS ROTTEN HOLE?! HE’S JUST AS HATED AND SHUNNED AMONG HIS PEOPLE AS I AM!”

Fists at his sides, Zim walked to the elevator and beamed up to the main floor for the first time in months.

“MASTER!” GIR cried happily, jumping off the couch and running to him. “Are you going to watch the Scary Monkey show with me?!?”

“Not now, GIR,” Zim said in deadly calm, pushing the robot aside and walking out the door without even bothering to disguise himself. Slowly, with purpose, he walked to Dib’s house, his face unchanging, fists at his sides, tightening and relaxing over and over. His legs were unused to walking this distance, and they were stiff, making Zim even more angry and bitter at Dib’s seemingly unlimited freedom.

Nobody noticed when he opened the door and walked into Dib’s house, calmly making his way up the stairs into Dib’s room.

There, he stood over the boy’s sleeping form, his eyes narrowing as he looked upon the calm, smiling face.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUUU!” Zim bellowed, reaching down and wrapping his hands around Dib’s neck. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!”

Dib awoke instantly, eyes widening as they tried to focus on Zim’s face. Because he wasn’t wearing his glasses he couldn’t make anything out. “What—“ he choked. “This is—a dream! A dream! I’m—CHOKING!”

“You think you’re so fucking smart!” Zim spat. “You humans are weak, ignorant fools that can’t even take a few bullets to the head! I should have just done you in long ago! I don’t care if anyone sees! I don’t care anymore! I hope they dissect me! I don’t care, as long as I make you PAY!”

“Zim?!” Dib coughed, trying to pry the hands away from his neck.

His attacker grinned and licked his lips. “Would it be satisfying to know that it was the mighty Zim who ended your pathetic life?! EH?”

“ZIM!” Dib screamed. Zim heard a grinding noise coming from above and looked up. Suddenly, a multitude of thick wires came from the ceiling and enveloped him, binding him up and suspending him in the middle of the room.

“DAMN YOU!” Zim cried, struggling in futility to break free of the wires. They had somehow managed to incapacitate his Pak.

Dib sat up, coughing, and put on his glasses. He rubbed his neck and turned on the light. “Good thing—I never deactivated my ‘alien un—attacking—system—thingie,’” Dib said, looking up slightly to meet Zim’s eyes. “I programmed it to bind up any cold-blooded bodies in the room when I yelled your name.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Clever.” He sighed. “Too bad I’m not warm-blooded…”

Dib grinned good-naturedly. “It’s pretty much tailored for you, since you’re the only alien I know who would come here and try to—choke me in the middle of the night…”

“Why won’t you just—die?” Zim whispered in a broken voice, closing his eyes.

Ignoring Zim’s angst, Dib crossed his legs on the bed. “You’re alive! Where have you been all this time??”

“None of your damn business, Dib-worm!”

Dib sighed. This isn’t what he had hoped would happen if Zim ever returned… “You left because of me, didn’t you? Why did you go into hiding like that? Was it because maybe—You found yourself feeling the same way?”

“What do you mean?!” Zim bellowed. “I hate you! You ruined my entire life! It’s not fair you get to live happily when I’m stuck in that fucking basement all day! I don’t want to be your damn friend! I just want you to DIE!!”

Suddenly, Gaz threw open the door. “WOULD YOU KEEP IT QUIET IN HERE?!” she yelled. “I have skool tomorrow! I’m trying to SLEEP!” She glared at Zim, not even registering who or what he was. He looked a bit frightened. “Dad’s gonna be mad if he finds out you have someone over this late at night.” She looked at Dib. “And I don’t even WANNA know what kinda fucked-up stuff you two are doing.”

With that said, she slammed the door and went back to bed.

Quieter, Dib asked, “How did I ruin your life? What did I do to make you disappear for seven years?”

“How come you get to have a father and a sister and all this happiness??” Zim sobbed. “I’ve been a good soldier! I gave my life to the Irken cause and they shunned me! All I ever wanted was to become one of The Tallest! How come you had to fuck everything up??”

Dib didn’t have to ask for the entire story. “I’ve seen you talk to them, Zim. They’ve always hated you. Why do you think they refuse to offer you assistance? I don’t even understand why you’d want to associate with people that so obviously dislike you.”

“What about you?!” Zim cried. “You spend all your time trying to find all these stupid myths and fantasies; you work your ass off in order to impress these ugly stinkbags who mock you to your face! At least my people have the decency to—mock me—behind my back…” His head drooped and he fell silent.

Pity filling him, Dib scratched his head. “I wish… you would see that I want to be your friend. That—I want to show you how good it is to be in the presence of people that respect and care for you.”

Zim looked up at Dib, his eyes glassy. “Why would you do that for me? What’s in it for you?”

Dib’s fantasies would come true… To an extent. His twisted, impossible dreams would come to fruition. Perhaps.

“Do you know what love is?” Dib asked him. “Do you understand what it’s like to have someone constantly in your thoughts?”

Dib had constantly been in his thoughts for quite some time. Is that what love was? If that was love, it was a miserable emotion.

Zim’s blank look was not encouraging. Sighing, Dib reached over to a remote sitting on his night table and hit a button. The wires loosened and lowered Zim to the ground. The alien’s legs, weakened by emotion and the night’s exertion, gave way beneath him and he fell to his knees on the floor.

At the mercy of his greatest enemy. Belittled and humiliated quite enough, Zim put his face in his hands and began to sob—something he didn’t think he was capable of. “I can’t stand this anymore! I’m pathetic! I should just—kill myself and get it over with. To hell with The Tallest, to hell with you!”

Dib crawled off of the bed onto the floor, sitting before the pitiful sight. “Zim—please—you don’t have to fade out this way. You can—can…”

“DO WHAT?” Zim sobbed, looking up with angry eyes. “Be your little friend and play checkers with you and live happily ever after on this miserable, dirty rock?!”

His face subdued, Dib answered, “…What choice do you have?”

“None!” Zim wailed, covering his face again and crying into his lap. “I have no choice! I’m trapped here!”

Not knowing what to do, Dib leaned forward and pulled Zim into his arms. The alien was so startled by this that his cries immediately ceased.

“…what are you doing?” Zim whispered.

Dib sighed lightly. “Trying… to… console you?” He pressed his body up against Zim’s slightly and sighed again. “You’re a lot warmer than I thought you’d be.”

Completely bewildered, Zim simply laid passively for a moment. Somehow, he felt—protected, encircled in Dib’s grasp. It was a strange and foreign feeling. Being embraced by GIR was much different than this.

“Do you feel a little better?” Dib said quietly, a little alarmed by Zim’s sudden calmness.

Zim curled up a bit, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I feel like a child,” he whispered bitterly.

Dib chuckled lightly. “When I was very young, my mother use to hold me like this when I cried. It felt so good. I never wanted to leave her arms…”

“I did not have a mother,” Zim stated. “Irkens are bioengineered—we have evolved past breeding.”

Dib blanched. “So you—don’t—have, like, sex?”

“’Sex?’”

“Um… Breeding?”

“Of course we do!” Zim replied, grinning evilly. “But not to reproduce.”

Blushing, Dib asked, “For pleasure?”

Zim nodded gloomily, not really paying much attention to the conversation. He seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts.

Wondering if he could get away with it, Dib pulled Zim even closer. He just lay there limply, not even seeming to notice what Dib was doing. Smiling slightly, Dib ran his hands down Zim’s sides in a caressing motion.

“What is this warm feeling…?” Zim whispered, yielding to Dib’s touch. He sighed and seemed to relax a bit.

Encouraged, Dib pushed back Zim’s antennae and lightly kissed his forehead. His skin was warm and sweet.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Dib. “…kiss?” he said, confused.

“Yes,” Dib answered, worried that Zim might pull out a laser and blast him any minute.

“You humans—kiss in order to display affection, correct?”

Dib nodded, blushing. “Or—sometimes—just to—I dunno. Um…” He wiped his brow and stammered, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Zim was thoroughly confused. “Why—are you displaying affection for—me?”

Dib smiled. “Because—I guess I—feel affection for you. And—I wanted you to—see what affection was like.”

Zim sat up slightly. “It feels—comforting.” He tilted his head. “I see humans kiss often on television… You all do it a lot.”

“We like it!” Dib laughed sheepishly.

Zim leaned forward and placed his lips on Dib’s, most likely mimicking something he saw on television. Flushing deep crimson, Dib leaned in, covering Zim’s lips with his and taking his head into his hands. Breaking the kiss briefly, Dib whispered, “Do you understand ‘french kissing?’”

Zim shook his head and Dib whispered, “Follow my lead.”

The kiss began again, and this time Dib delicately pushed his tongue into Zim’s mouth. He probed for a moment, then ran his tongue around Zim’s, insinuating that this is what Zim should do as well. Being a quick learner, Zim returned Dib’s motions, sliding his long, thin tongue around Dib’s.

It was so erotic; unlike anything Dib had felt before. He had played a little with a few boys and girls in his past, but he never felt anything for them—not like he had felt for Zim. The mystery, the danger, that was what attracted him. Dib understood now.

Following Dib’s lead again, Zim ran his hands along Dib’s sides, caressing and exploring. He kissed him more deeply as he continued. This was all new to him, and it was clear that he found Dib’s body to be fascinating. He ran his hands along Dib’s bare chest and felt the texture of his skin, running his hands down to the area between his legs.

He broke the kiss and looked down. “Like us…?” he whispered, feeling Dib’s erection more firmly.

Dib gasped, feeling pleasure travel up the line of his stomach. “What do you mean…?”

Sitting up on his knees, Zim pulled down his pants, revealing that he was very similar below the belt to Dib. Though he had no testicles, his phallus was indeed quite phallic; however the head ended in a bit of a point instead of being rounded. There was also a small ridge running around it at the center and near the base.

Dib’s entire body flushed. It was quite large and even a bit intimidating… Mystified, he reached out and grabbed it lightly. It immediately sprang to life, stiffening under Dib’s touch. Zim closed his eyes and sighed. “It’s—been awhile,” he breathed, blushing a bit.

Dib almost took Zim into his mouth, but it occurred to him that water burned Zim’s skin. However—

“If water burns your skin—how come my saliva didn’t hurt you when we kissed?”

“Prolonged exposure to water particles in your air has helped me build an immunity,” Zim replied. “Now only very large amounts of water can injure me.”

Not wishing to waste any more words, Zim bent forward and removed Dib’s pants. “Interesting…” he said, looking much the same way at Dib as Dib looked at him. “It’s so smooth…” He rubbed it again, and looked in interest at the precum that oozed from the head. He tasted it and grinned wide.

“Am I delicious…?” Dib asked sheepishly, feeling a bit foolish. The answer to his question came when Zim dived down and completely took Dib into his mouth, pulling hard and wrapping his tongue completely around his manhood.

Letting out a screaming moan, Dib almost passed out from the pleasure. Leaning back on his hands and letting Zim do what he pleased, he had to cover his mouth to keep from waking Gaz up again. “Please—please—Oh God!” Dib gurgled, arching his back. Though he tried to control himself, it wasn’t long before he climaxed and ejaculated into Zim’s mouth. Zim swallowed it and sucked again, trying in futility to elicit a reaction before letting go and looking up at Dib.

“Is it finished?” he asked, gesturing to Dib’s limp member.

Dib panted, “Yes… For now…”

Zim frowned. “But I wasn’t finished…”

Dib turned and reached into a drawer on his night table, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. “This is what I use to—play with myself…” he said sheepishly, dispensing some onto his hand. “I hope you were honest about the water thing…”

He rubbed a liberal amount on Zim’s still-erect member. His lover winced a bit but was still smiling. “Tingly… I like that stuff. What are you going to do?”

Dib pushed Zim onto his back on the floor, then crouched over him. “I don’t know how you all do it where you’re from, but…” He spread himself open and lowered himself onto Zim, carefully coming down until Zim was completely sheathed. He sighed with pleasure, moving around a bit and relishing in how full he felt. He tightened his muscles a bit and Zim gasped, reaching out and grabbing Dib’s hips. He moved Dib up and down a couple of times, not so gently. “I’ve never felt anything like this before—You’re so—smooth and tight… How do you do it?”

Dib winced, but was also consumed with such pleasure that he couldn’t stand to tell Zim to take it easy. “We’re—just made that way…” he panted, leaning forward and placing his hands on Zim’s smooth chest.

Zim clung to Dib’s hips, pumping at a more and more frenzied pace as his grin grew wider. “Mm—mm—Heeerrrreeee…” he breathed, slamming hard into Dib one last time, arching his back and lifting up off of the floor as he moaned loudly. Dib felt Zim expand inside him, and cried out as a hot arc of pleasure traveled up his spine.

And with this it was done. Zim laid limp on the floor, panting, as Dib rested next to him.

After the pleasure pangs had faded a bit and they had relaxed, Dib lifted up a bit and looked Zim in the eyes. “Does this mean—we’re no longer—enemies?”

Zim blinked. “I suppose not...”

Dib grinned and ventured to lay his head on Zim’s shoulder. Zim let him, recognizing this as another affectionate gesture.

“So, what is that yummy stuff your body discharges? It tastes like kremlar juice.”

Dib blushed. “It’s called, um, semen. It’s what we make babies with. Whenever we, um… Climax it comes out.”

“I see…” Zim nodded in understanding.

“And yours—gets bigger when you climax?”

Zim nodded absently as if that should’ve been common knowledge. “It’s something to leave a good last impression with. So your mate will want to come back for more!” he explained, grinning stupidly.

Dib definitely wouldn’t mind doing that again—but despite the fact that his sick fantasy had come true, there was still something missing… He knew that Zim probably didn’t feel the love that he himself felt. “So… do you…” he swallowed.

“Do I what?” Zim asked, in a generally good mood that Dib had never recalled seeing in him before.

“Do you—still hate me?”

Zim thought long and hard about the question, looking searchingly at the ceiling. At last, he came to a conclusion: “Yes.”

Dib’s heart sank. “Then we are still enemies…”

“What??” Zim cried incredulously. “I thought we had established we weren’t!”

Dib sat up on his arm and glared at Zim. “If you hate me, we’re still enemies. You can’t hate someone who is your friend, now can you?”

“I never said you were my friend!” Zim argued back, his temper simmering.

Dib palmed his face. “That’s ridiculous! We just fucked right here in the floor! What does that make us?”

“What do you mean??” Zim yelled back. “I was only following your lead! Like you said I should—I didn’t know that meant I was your friend!”

Dib sat there for a moment, looking at Zim and feeling incredibly foolish. He obviously didn’t understand what the hell Dib was talking about. Sighing heavily, he asked, “What exactly do I have to do to become your friend, Oh Great Zim?”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be my friend!” Zim retorted childishly. “What is your obsession with friends and all that bullshit?”

Feeling defeated, Dib pulled his clothes back on and sat down on his bed. He put his face in his hands and sighed. “Whatever was I thinking…? I have a crush on an alien that was trying to take over my planet…?? Am I insane??”

Again following Dib’s lead, Zim put his clothes back on as well and sat down next to Dib on the bed.

“So…” Dib started again in exasperation, “…You have mates among your kind? Are you friends with your mates?”

“The Irkens don’t have friends…” Zim replied. “We depend on ourselves and no one else.”

“I see…” Dib answered. He looked at the floor for a moment, then back at Zim. “I guess—I should be satisfied that we’re at least no longer enemies. Does this mean that you won’t be trying to take over the world?”

Sadness flickered across Zim’s face. “No,” he answered simply, then looked away.

“I’m so glad!” Dib said in relief. He grinned at Zim, but realized that Zim was not as happy.

“That feeling… So terrible…” Zim looked to Dib and said, “It went away when you held me before. Could you…?”

Sighing, Dib pulled Zim close. He didn’t know where all this was going to lead… But he had a lighter feeling in his heart that overshadowed the uncertainty.

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