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Role Reversal	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Written for DeviantART's ZADR club. Their first fanfiction contest! Yaaay! I tried to avoid clichés but I didn't have time to fully flesh out what I wanted to do with Dib's character. Oh well. Shunned by society again.

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He had no idea the air could smell so fresh. The sky couldn't possibly be this blue, the grass this green. Caressing him like an old lover, the wind rushed past on its way to somewhere more important. Zim stood rooted in place, unable and unwilling to go any further.

"The group is leaving, Zim," the chaperone called, gesturing toward the small city.

The alien turned, anger flashing across his face, but another breath of air calmed him. Finally, his legs leaden, he complied.

Dib watched curiously as Zim strode past, seemingly uninterested in anything but the scenery. The look on his face was unlike anything he'd seen before. What was it? It was disarming.

"Come ON, Stup'," Torque growled, shoving Dib forward toward the group. He stumbled and skipped before regaining his footing, glaring at the much larger man before jogging to join his companions, who were all laughing and throwing things at him. He couldn't let his guard down; Zim could still try ANYTHING.

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There was a thick envelope sitting on Dib's desk when he reached his room. From the kollege... Wincing, Dib opened it and pulled out what he knew would be his horrid grades. Debating whether or not he should just set fire to the thing and possibly the house as well, he sat at the desk and pulled off his boots. Work had been hell today, and it was going to get worse... With the three "F"s and two "D"s he pulled, his dad would cut him off from financial aid completely.

"Hello, full-time at the Stop and Poop," Dib sighed, throwing the letter on his bed and leaning back in his chair. If he could GET full-time, that is... He would probably have to opt for a second job, seeing as how his boss would rather wipe his ass with Dib's face than give him more hours.

Despite being brilliant, Dib couldn't seem to do well in skool anymore. Dib's horrid grades were as much evidence of his lack of caring as his unpopularity. None of his theses were ever approved by the kollege's faculty; they all thought he was insane and wanted him out of their classes. His classmates were no better. Despite being free of his gradeskool peers, he was still just as shunned as before, and tortured twice as often and in a much more cruel fashion. Bitterly rubbing the fresh bruises he had acquired over the course of the skool-day, he flopped his feet onto his desk.

He would have to find the few free minutes he could in the upcoming day to discuss this matter with his father. He wasn't looking forward to it, nor was he looking forward to Gaz's sneers at his abject failure.

Glaring out of his bedroom window at the dark night sky, Dib whispered, "Where the FUCK have you been, Zim?"

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Pure luck (or lack thereof) had landed Dib in the same hotel room as Zim. Now he couldn't possibly sneak away! Torque was also rooming with them, but he couldn't be any more or less horrible than he would be if he were across the hallway.

"I've been saving up for the senior trip for months, and here I's gotta be stuck with you losers," Torque whined, grabbing one of Dib's paranormal magazines and stalking into the bathroom. Wincing, Dib tried not to make any remarks. He didn't feel like getting the tar beat out of him so early in the trip. Leaning on the headboard and opening up his laptop, Dib chanced to look out of the corner of his eyes at Zim.

The alien hadn't even bothered to put his suitcase away. Granted, there was nothing of importance in there; he had perfected his disguise to the point where he had an extra 18 inches of height (through terribly obvious leg extenders) and a set of ears, but he still didn't ever change his clothing or EAT. For the thousandth time, Dib mentally cursed at his human kin for never noticing Zim's obvious out-of-this-worldness.

Zim's current behavior was even more unusual that ever, though. He sat at the five-foot-long window, top half of his torso hanging out, supporting himself on his elbows and staring at the sky. Every few moments a burst of wind would brush past and Zim would close his eyes, leaning his head back and inhaling deeply.

"Is this the first time you've seen the land on the other side of the ocean?" Dib asked, cynicism leaking from his very pores. "Don't you have a spaceship and--"

"Those two humans are fighting," Zim observed absently, demonstrating yet again how little he listened when Dib spoke.

Curiosity instantly getting the better of him, Dib got to his feet and joined Zim at the window, looking over the plaza at the center of the hotel to a room nearly directly across from theirs. Dib gasped as he came to see--QUITE clearly through the slightly parted curtain--Zita getting boned doggy-style by an unidentified male. As loud as she was squealing, grasping for the sheets as she was pinned further into the bed, Dib wondered if she wanted to let the whole complex know about her activities.

"Oh my God, Zim!" Dib cried, covering his face and ducking out of the window, "They're not fighting! They're having sex!"

"Having wha--"

"WHO?!" Torque bellowed excitedly, emerging frantically from the bathroom with his pants around his thighs. Reaching the window just as he zipped up his fly, he proceeded to whistle loudly and yell, "Woo, Zita! My turn next!"

The next day, Zim, Dib and Torque were all sporting angry red handprints on their cheeks.

"I wasn't even LOOKING," Dib mumbled bitterly.

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"You may have noticed that I have moved my base of operations."

"No... We didn't," Tallest Purple replied, the same bored expression playing across his face.

Straightening his posture, Zim continued unabated, "I finally understand why you didn't want me to invade the Earth."

"Actually, Zim, we didn't want you to invade ANYTHING--"

"--I have recently come to witness some of the more--ah--advantageous properties that this planet has to offer. And I think I should use this as a springboard to get to OTHER, less fruitful planets more--uh--ripe for conquest."

"Great idea, Zim!" Red broke in, having battered Purple into silence with a loaf of bread. "Stay on Earth, make that the best little hideout it can be!"

"I just need to find some--uh... Inhabited planets nearby..."

"Good luck with that, Zim!" Purple croaked, covering his bread-battered eye and waving. "So, like, we have important... STUFF to do now. Okay?"

The monitor screen clicked off, and Zim sighed in contentment.

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Dib hadn't seen hide nor hair of Zim since the end of their senior year trip. It had only been six months since Zim uprooted and took his base to the other side of the ocean, but to Dib it felt like forever. He never realized how empty his life was outside of their daily battles over the fate of the Earth, but Dib's constant pursuit of Zim left little time for anything else.

At first, Dib was convinced that Zim's silence meant he was planning something big. As time passed, however, and his stint in kollege began, Dib stopped caring. Eventually he came to wonder what was TAKING Zim so long. Without Dib to meddle in his plans, he should be moving along quite swiftly, shouldn't he?

But if there was one thing their past encounters had taught him, it was that Zim was an idiot. He needed help to accomplish his goal... DIB'S goal... Now.

The argument with Professor Membrane ringing fresh in his ears, Dib pushed his scooter as fast as it would go down the city streets.

"Proof positive that this 'Paranormal Piddling' isn't getting you anywhere!" his father had scoffed, waving the report card in his son's face. "Until you accept REAL science into your life, I'm cutting you off!" Dib had well expected that part, but it was the next that shocked him: "Starting tomorrow, you have one week to find an apartment!"

"What?!" Dib cried, aghast. "You're kicking me out on the street because of a bad report card?!"

"Real life, like real science, is not a game, son!" Membrane lectured, tweaking a gloved finger. "If your paranormal--" he spluttered momentarily "--bull is so lucrative, you should have no trouble finding something!"

"What, is he trying to threaten me??" Dib laughed, pulling his bike up into the dusty, neglected lawn and kicking it into a standing position. "We'll see who's in the position to make threats!"

The place where Zim had parked his old house served as a perfect hiding place for Tak's ship. Shortly after it had been repaired, Dib learned he could use it for a large variety of wonderful things, like remote-controlling GIR. As he lifted the wooden planks from place and jumped into the hole he had dug for the ship, Dib grinned. The yellow light blinking from the top of the control panel indicated that his goal had finally been achieved.

"Irken number 28403-75 located," the Irken letters (and their English companions) read on the screen, reprinting themselves over and over again. Locking himself into the chair and confirming the message, Dib whispered, "Take me to him."

As the ship entered the atmosphere and sped quickly toward its destination, Dib felt his heart fly into his throat. Finally, after all this time of wishing and wanting, he would be able to see his plan come to fruition. In no time at all, he would be able to convince Zim that joining forces would be a great idea... He knew that Zim had no problem using Dib's resources when his own ends were met; the difficulty was just in convincing Zim of the benefits.

Dib lay Tak's ship down at the edge of the expansive field where Zim's house was approximated to be; he wanted to approach alone so that Zim would see he wasn't a threat. After about five minutes of walking, he saw a small house glimmering in the distance. The unnatural pink and yellow light emanating from it convinced him that it belonged to the alien he was searching for. As he approached the house, he spied GIR sitting on the small wooden porch, playing an accordion. Badly. Mini-moose was ramming his head into a drum.

"BIG-HEADED BOY!" the little green dog howled, pointing a flailing black arm at Dib. Mini-moose squeaked.

Flinching and taking a step back, Dib called cautiously, "GIR! Your master--is he around?"

Wordlessly, the little robot pointed toward the back of the house. After a few moments of looking around, he realized the dog was referring to the backyard. Slowly, cautiously, he walked the hundred or so feet it took to reach the back of the small house, only to find Zim in a rather compromised position.

He was lying on his back in the moderately tall grass, staring blankly at the sky, massaging the green blades that surrounded him with his antennae. He was wearing his contacts and ears, but the leg extenders were absent and he was wearing nothing but what Dib assumed was a kilt.

"...Zim?" Dib called quietly into the night, startling a little when the alien's antennae perked up into the air.

He quickly rolled into a sitting position facing Dib, and blinked in surprise. "The Dib-human. I almost forgot what you looked like."

After eight years of seeing eachother almost every day, Dib was annoyed that his face could be forgotten so quickly. "I didn't forget you," he answered bitterly, putting his hands in his trenchcoat pockets. When Zim merely blinked in reply, Dib asked, "Why did you move all the way over to the other side of the ocean, huh? Sick of me interfering with your plans?"

Waving a dismissive hand, Zim replied, "I am no longer your concern, Dib-worm. Go back home."

"I came for a specific reason, Zim," Dib growled, already becoming annoyed with the alien all over again. "I want... I want... to join you."

"Eh?" Zim croaked, his antennae jumping.

Taking a step forward, relishing in towering over the alien, Dib continued, "I want to help you take over the Earth."

To Dib's surprise and horror, Zim laughed, a horrible, coughing laugh that boomed over the field, echoing against the broad side of the house. When his mirth had finally ended, he stood and pointed at Dib. "My Earth-conquering days are over, Dib-stink. So you can stop trying to trick me with your overly large BRAINMEATS you barely use."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" Dib cried, balling his hands into fists. "Wait--are you trying to trick ME?" The boys stood for what could have been 10 minutes, staring blankly at one another. Shaking his head in disbelief, Dib said, "Waitaminnit--Are you actually telling me the TRUTH? You're not really trying to take over the planet anymore?" That would explain why Dib had no more plans to thwart.... Zim wasn't hatching any.

"I'm afraid it's true, stinkworm," Zim answered nonchalantly. "My Tallests have authorized me to make this my base of operations and conquer OTHER planets."

Running his fingers through his wild hair, Dib growled, "But that doesn't make any SENSE! You've been trying to conquer Earth for nearly a decade!"

"A decade to a HUMAN is a day to an Irken," Zim laughed, closing his eyes merrily. Putting his hands behind his back, he leaned forward a bit and smiled somewhat maniacally.

Covering his face in anguish, Dib howled, "I can't BELIEVE this!" He sank to his knees and curled up on the ground, gritting his teeth. "What will I do now?? I can't allow this to go on. I can't STAND it anymore. I'm sick of dealing with the human race! SICK!"

Antennae bobbing curiously, Zim whispered, "So you really want to switch sides, human? You want to destroy this planet?" Shaking his head, he finished, "What do you need me for? Your father has enough weapons to easily destroy this dinky little place."

"And he knows how to stop them, too," Dib sighed, rolling on his back and looking up at the sky. "I guess I'll have to make my own. But how can I do that if I don't have any MONEY??" Covering his face again, he whined, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Maybe I can let you have some of mine," Zim chuckled, biting his bottom lip. "I would be interested to see how you could POSSIBLY manage to do what I could not-- I mean-- uh-- what I DECIDED not to do. Didn't-- uh... feel like it."

Sitting up and looking quizzically at Zim, Dib crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you saying you'll let me HAVE some of YOUR weapons?"

His evil grin stretched across the entirety of his face, as he murmured, "For a price."

Jumping to his feet, Dib cried, "Anything! Whatever you want, I'll do it!"

Suddenly, Zim was standing before Dib, pulling him down to his knees. When they were both face to face, Zim half a foot higher, he whispered, "I want to do what Zita was doing. I want to know how it feels."

Dib blanched. That was the last thing he expected Zim to ask for. "You want--me to--have sex with you? Is it even physically possible?"

"It feels really good, doesn't it?" Zim said, grabbing Dib's lapels. "So good that you want to keep it all to yourself and make sure nobody else sees. And when you do, your partner gets to see hidden things you will show only them. It's a big secret."

"It... doesn't feel that good..." Dib lied, beginning to sweat profusely. Though he had only been able to experiment with himself...

Poking Dib pointedly in the chest, Zim growled, "Don't lie to me, Dib-human. I've researched it! And I've tried it. But..."

Quirking an eyebrow, Dib whispered, "But...? Do you not have the right equipment?"

"Of course I do!" Zim cried, jerking off his kilt. Dib nearly passed out when he saw that Zim had a slightly different set of the same tools he had. His phallus was rather large, pointed at the end, and he lacked a pair of testicles. It immediately began to stir.

Gulping, Dib said, "Well... Then... If Irkens also have... Genitals... Then... Do they not have sex? You should know what it feels like then, shouldn't you?"

Shrugging, Zim answered, "I didn't know it was of any use. It felt good sometimes but I was more concerned with other things." Licking his lips, he finished, "But now I know better." His evil smile was positively frightening. "BUT... I can't do this with just ANY human. I tried." He looked away. "She... had to be disposed of."

The breath caught in Dib's throat. He didn't know why; Zim had certainly done hideous things to other humans during his time on Earth. But...

"You're the only one who knows the TRUTH about me," Zim continued, looking back at Dib. "You're the only one that can show me how it feels."

"And... if I do..." Dib stuttered, "You'll let me have some of your weapons?"

"Of course!" Zim hissed. "But it's not so easy as that. This IS my base now. I won't exactly step aside and let you destroy it."

Dib wasn't at all afraid of Zim. Laughing and rolling up his sleeves, he said, "Let's do this." It couldn't possibly be THAT bad. Zim probably didn't even know much about what real sex was.

Instantly, Zim was working at the buttons of Dib's pants, his face incredibly expectant. Dib gasped as they were pulled down to his knees, his manhood quickly being drawn into Zim's mouth. Bile rose up in his throat as a cool, scaly tongue caressed him. After a few strokes, however, he moaned and closed his eyes. He had never had anyone do this to him before, alien or not.

"This is not Zim, This is not Zim..." Dib thought to himself, though with every breath he was inhaling some intoxicating scent, something that had to belong to the alien now at his waist. "So what if it IS Zim...?"

Within moments Zim was shoving him onto his back in the soft grass, eagerly pulling off his boots and pants, throwing them to the side with abandon. Subconsciously, Dib touched himself as he watched Zim curiously. "You DO feel how good it is, don't you?" Zim said quietly, a long arm coming from his Pak and dispensing some sort of gel into his hand.

"Well, you definitely must have researched this..." Dib whispered sheepishly, watching him with curiosity. As Zim applied the gel to himself, Dib realized with growing uncertainty that it was lubrication. "WWwwwwwwwwait a sec, Zim! Wait-- WAIT--" He struggled helplessly as Zim pushed his legs into the air and positioned himself. That damn alien was more powerful than he looked... "Please, wait. I don't know if-- Oh Jesus--GGH!" Dib cried out as the alien buried himself to the hilt, sliding easily into Dib's body with hardly any pain at all. "Uh... Nnh..." Dib moaned, arching his back and closing his eyes as he was overcome with pleasure. He wasn't expecting this... That stuff must be some kind of space-age lube... Something that worked better than anything on Earth... He chanced to look up at his partner, whose brows were knitted in concentration as he looked down at his work. His breath coming in gasps, he continued to go faster and faster still until...

Covering his face and yelling, Dib felt something snap deep within him, and he spilled himself all over his shirt... Within moments, Zim was bellowing as well, finally coming to a stop and dropping Dib's legs, catching himself just before toppling on top of Dib. They both looked into eachother's eyes for a moment, before Zim cried out and jumped back.

He had come in contact with Dib's semen, and it was burning his chest.

"Agh, Agh... You humans have water EVERYWHERE!" he cried, quickly brushing it away.

Sitting up with difficulty, removing his coat and soiled shirt, Dib said, "We're mostly made up of water. And inside, too. How could you have done that to me if--"

"The lubricant also protects me from coming in contact with water..." Zim answered, looking absentmindedly at his now flacid member.

Both were silent for a few moments as Dib found his pants and shoes to put back on.

"So... Ah..." Dib finally chanced to ask as he laced up his boots. "...weapons?"

Zim gladly let Dib come down to his lab and take his pick of Zim's tools. The alien was nearly jubilant as Dib stuffed one thing after another into his pockets, earmarking the larger things to be picked up with Tak's ship. His plans were finally coming to fruition. He would show everyone who was the boss around here...

As he hitched up a number of crates to the side of the small ship, Zim (now fully clothed in his normal invader uniform) asked cautiously, "Are you SURE about wanting to destroy the Earth now?"

"Yes," Dib answered, stopping his task and turning to Zim. "And... You're... SURE about NOT wanting to destroy it?"

Shrugging as if he were being asked about pizza toppings, Zim answered, "Yeah... I think so."

They both looked rather disappointed. Sighing and checking the chains on the crates one last time, Dib finally climbed into the cockpit and waved. "Well... I guess I'll be seeing you."

"You certainly will," Zim replied. "Don't try anything STUPID, Dib-stink."

Dib lifted off, listening to the quiet whirring of the ship and the air rushing by as he flew. His stomach was slowly tying itself into knots. So he and Zim were still enemies... Fighting the same war, just on different sides. For the first time, Dib acknowledged the sadness that was licking at his insides. He and Zim would never be partners... Maybe that's what he wanted more than anything else. But it was too late to change his mind now...

The wind caressed Zim's antennae as he watched his mortal enemy disappear over the horizon. He had always wondered if Dib would come visit him... And this was not he result he had expected. But what was there to do? The Earth was such a lovely place if you just looked at it the right way...

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