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Finale	By : Spacefille Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In response to feedback about the crap Zim went through in this fic-- yes, it sucks. Yes Zim suffered a lot. But I needed to put that in there. Not because I'm being horribly cruel, but because it's key to the plot. (Read : I needed a reason for Zim to act out of character in this part. --;)
~~~ Chapter 10 ~~~
He looked so uncertain there, standing in the hall. He hadn't moved much since Dib had left him outside of the bathroom door, except to get to his feet. Dib hadn't realized how incredibly dirty the little Irken was until now. His little invader boots, of which had done wonders to keep the formerly broken bones in place, were rugged and caked with dirt, and now there were shoe prints on the carpet. Likewise what remained of his clothes were absolutely filthy, and his hand had left a couple of fingerprints on the wall where he had been using it to support himself.
As soon as Dib stepped up to him he looked up, his antennae flicking back uncertainly as he took in the human as he towel dried his hair.
After a moment Dib made a "huh" noise, balling up the towel and tossing it behind him, back into the bathroom. He then turned back to his former rival.
"You still react to water don't you." He said more than asked him.
Zim inspected him silently. He didn't reply, but his antennae flicked up and then back down again.
'Now was that a yes or a no?' Dib sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. What to do? He had a very filthy and battered and decidedly silent alien getting dirt all over his hall. Finally he settled on something. "Just a moment." He said. He jogged down the hallway and into his room. After some shuffling through his dresser drawers he managed to find what he was looking for. It was one of his favorite shirts from elementary school... a shirt with a picture of a not quite smiling happy face on it. It had been too big for him then, but it should be big enough to fit the little alien, he decided. He bundled it under his arm and grabbed the smallest pair of sweat pants he could find at the same time. The pants had a draw string on them that he was sure the Irken could use to convince the clothing to fit a little bit better.
He reentered the hallway to find Zim hadn't moved an inch. Even so he almost did a double take. Zim was the thing of his nightmares for years... when he was a child, before Zim had come to earth, he used to have re-occurring dreams of walking into the hallway at night and seeing an alien there. That was usually right before he was abducted by the otherworldly visitors and forced to endure all sorts of awful tests onboard some kind of alien spacecraft. The nightmares would leave him wide-awake and terrified and eventually even more determined to discover if there was any other life in the universe...
He shook his head ever so slightly and stepped forwards.
"Filtered water," Zim mumbled as he approached.
Dib blinked. "What?" He questioned.
Zim cocked his head to the side slightly. "Filtered water." He repeated. His lip curled upwards slightly. "I react to the acidity in your horribly filthy rain type water, human. The filtered stuff is fine."
"Oh!" Dib exclaimed. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that before?" He half asked himself as he darted past the Irken and made his way down the stairs two at a time.
When he got back upstairs, with two bottles of water in his hands, he ushered the alien into the washroom and set about removing his clothes. He managed to do so with only a slight flush to his cheeks. "Do you... uh, want to do this?" He asked once he got to the alien's pants.
Zim shrugged. The expression on his face was completely apathetic when Dib glanced up at him.
'Um, all right,' Dib thought to himself. He forced himself to occupy his mind elsewhere as he divested Zim of his pants.
Amazingly enough, it got far better for the human after that. All he needed to do was remove the layers of dirt, grim, charred skin, and dried blood from the alien. From his work a couple days before he didn't need to go anywhere near that particular part of the alien's body. It had survived the wreckage completely unscathed. He was also relieved to see that the part of Zim's body that so recently had a wall embedded in it had completely healed over. All that was left in it's place was a patch of skin that was a minuet shade lighter than the rest of him.
Zim watched him out of half lidded eyes as the human washed his body with a damp rag. He wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to be feeling. He did know one thing though, the constant battery had taken the toll on his amAZing Irken body. He felt very close to wavering where he stood and falling over. His recently broken legs - even though they were now mended - pounded and ached, demanding that he rest them. He hated filth though, and if staying upright meant getting clean he was more than willing to use EVERY LAST OUNCE of his energy to do so.
As Dib continued to wash him, the human was also relieved that the darkened charred looking patches of skin came away easily beneath the cloth, revealing new pale green skin beneath.
"Man Zim, I knew you healed fast, but this is incredible!" He commented, a bit awed. "Look, you're almost as good as new!"
"Mmhmmm." Zim mumbled in the affirmative.
There was a small stretch of silence. Then: "You're being awfully quiet," Dib said as he moved to wash the alien's legs.
Zim shrugged again. "My eyelids are heavy," He mumbled after a moment. It was the truth.
Dib glanced up at him. "... You must be tired," He replied. He remembered that Zim had happily slept after that night months ago. 'This is great,' Dib thought to himself. 'I just have to tire him out and he gets much better to deal with...'
There was a pause. Then Zim spoke up again. "I think I'm going to fall over soon." He warned.
Dib glanced up at the alien's face, to find it the picture of seriousness. "Okay. I gotcha." He replied. He snaked a hand around the back of Zim's upper legs to support him as he continued to clean the alien. He flushed slightly when he realized that by sliding an arm around him he was really close to Zim's privates, then he looked away and deliberately forced himself not to think about it.
Zim didn't argue with the human about holding him up. Instead he just shrugged again and placed both his hands lightly on the human's shoulders for support.
Dib finished cleaning him and tossed the cloth into the sink, then stood up. "Are you hungry?" He asked after another pause.
The alien looked at him oddly, then nodded slowly.
"'Kay," Dib stood up and handed the alien the clothes he had gathered for him. "Put these on and then we'll go find you something to eat all right?" 'If Gir hasn't eaten everything already.' He added mentally. The alien's robot dog thing had happily followed them home earlier and had instantly attacked the refridgerator. Needless to say his sister wasn't too pleased that Gir was now going to be a new guest at their house... she was in her room at the moment and he had a feeling she wasn't going to be coming back out again for a while...
It was a little less than a hour later when Dib had finally finished getting the alien food (he could take foods such as bread, toast and eggs... bacon... anything that sounded remotely breakfast-y...) and went about setting up a place for him to sleep that night.
After careful deliberation he decided to put him in his own room. He grabbed an inflatable mattress (Professor Membrane brand!) from the hall closet and a couple blankets. Shoving some of his stuff aside with his foot, he set it up a makeshift bed on the floor. At the same time Zim sat on his desk and looked around his room with curiosity.
When Dib was done he turned off the light and climbed into his own bed. He watched in the deepened shadows of his room and the pitiful light given off by the glow-in-the-dark solar system above his head as Zim hopped down off of his desk and carefully climbed into the folds of the blankets on the floor. Dib smiled and turned on his side towards the room, watching as the alien settled down.
"Am I expected to regenerate now?" Zim asked after a moment, into the darkness. "Like you?"
Dib shrugged. "If you want," He replied. "I thought you were tired."
Zim said nothing for a while. Then he shifted to face the human. "I am..." His eyes narrowed. "How do YOU know, FOOLISH earth creature," He began, his voice haughty. "That I am not going to attack you in your sleep? I could DISTROY you in an instant!"
Dib blinked and was quiet for a moment. Then he shrugged again. "I don't." He replied finally. "But I don't think you will." He added.
Zim sat up. The alien's voice was plaintive when he spoke. "But how do you KNOW?" He pressed.
Dib shrugged again. "I guess I'll just have trust you." He said, placing a bit of empathsis on the word trust.
Zim was completely silent. After a moment Dib tried again. "Good night Zim," He said kindly. With that he rolled over and turned his back on the alien. A few minutes after that the human's breathing had evened out, indicating that he was asleep.
Zim couldn't sleep. Not that that was too incredibly surprising... he had spent most of his life not sleeping. But now, when he felt like sleeping very VERY badly, he found he couldn't. Instead he lay in a bed made out of native earth fabrics and stared up at the ceiling display of fake heavens. And thought.
He didn't know what he was going to do. He was very very confused, as he had felt since his pak had decided to disengage. He was in a very bad place, he knew that much.
Again he wished his pak hadn't fallen off. The pak had effectively run his life for over 100 years now and it would know more than anything what to do in a situation like this.
Forcing himself to focus, he shut his eyes and tried to think about what his pak would tell him to do right now.
He frowned. Well for one it would tell him that Dib, though he made an interesting plaything, would never ever be someone he could trust enough to dwell in the same room with. It also would tell him that the human obviously had an ulterior motive for bringing him here, despite what he had said about "trust". Trust was a foolish concept. Zim trusted no one!
So what was he going to do? His pak probably would have told him to use the human to his best advantage. Use him for all that he was worth, steal his pitiful technology and escape in a magnificent manner sometime in the very near future.
His pak did not really understand the concept of fear. He could only think of maybe 5 or 6 times in the past all told when he truly felt honest to goodness fear for his life. One of those times had been less than a few months ago when the Dib-monkey had captured him and tied him to that horrible lab table in the basement of the very house he was currently in.
Fear and uncertainty were unpleasant sensations. If he had his pak still, the device would wire confidence and the comforting knowledge that he will prevail despite the odds right into his organic brain. And then it would help him think up another magnificent way to get out of the situation he was in, whatever that situation might be.
Without that device, no solutions were forthcoming. He had this horrible churning feeling of dread in his stomach and it had been his constant companion since Dib had first picked him up and carried him out of his destroyed base.
DIB. That was his problem really...
... He could kill him...
Zim blinked into the darkness surprised that such a solution had come to him on his own without the technical help from his pak. He carefully turned the thought over in his head. Yes... yes he could kill the human wormchild. It certainly would prevent him from ending up on an autopsy table again anytime soon. He could kill him and escape... run away. Maybe he could find a place to steal some earth technology. He knew the humans had a spaceport... somewhere...
It would be incredibly easy too. Grinning to himself, Zim lifted himself up from the blankets. Careful not to make a sound he crawled across the floor over to Dib's bed. After a moment of being still to make sure the human still slumbered, he stood, then peered over the side of the bed. No movement. The human must have been exhausted, he didn't even so much as stir. Smirking, Zim boosted himself up onto the covers, landing extremely lightly beside the boy.
The human was defenseless right now. All he'd have to do was put his hands around his neck and squeeze. Dib could wake up and fight him off true, but not if he was fast enough. His one uninjured hand alone was strong enough to do it. So feeble and weak, these humans were, with their simple bodies that did not heal much if severed or broken. All he had to do was break him... break Dib...
He stared with wonder a bit of amazement at the human's peaceful vestige. How could he? He thought. All the security features from years of paranoia were still evident around the room... the bars on the windows and several locks on the door. All designed to keep people out... to keep HIM out. Yet here he was in the humans room... on invitation. Watching him when he was most vulnerable.
Instead of reaching out and strangling him right then and there, he instead reached out hesitantly, a strange sort of curiosity coming over him. He aimed his hand higher, touching the human boy's cheek. The flesh was odd to against his tapered fingers, smooth yet textured with the tiniest hairs that prickled against his skin. Zim shivered then blinked in surprise. For some reason that caused the most unexpected response to happen to his Irken body...
A bit shocked, Zim removed his hand and stared at the palm unbelievingly. Touching the human with his hand wasn't supposed to cause a response down there... was it? The human had touched him and helped repair him all evening and down there hadn't even acted up at all. Now it was... burning slightly. It wasn't a full body burning like it had been when he had to mate with the repulsive earth creature, but it was similar at least in feel. Completely distracted, he reached down with his other hand and poked at that part of his body though the cloth of the sweat pants Dib had given him to wear.
Nothing happened. Huh.
Ah well. Shrugging his thin shoulders, Zim looked back up at the human. No matter how... pleasant... the thought of maybe mating again was, it was only a distraction. He had had enough of those! He reached out, prepared to go for his neck this time.
Before he could touch him though the boy made a small grunting noise and shifted against the pillow. Zim jerked away again, as his alien heart pounding wildly as his would be victim opened his eyes.
For an instant the small human eyes focused on him and during that instant Zim saw fear flash through them. The look was fleeting though as the human recognized him.
"Zim!" He exclaimed, sounding more than a little relieved. Then, when Zim wouldn't reply, the expression on the human's face turned suspicious. "What ARE you doing?" Dib asked sternly.
Zim opened his mouth to speak, but no sound would come out. He should have had all sorts of excuses for himself. 'Nothing that would concern you earth stink,' and 'I was checking to make sure you were still ALIVE! YES!' For example. The alien panicked. "I. I don't--" He stammered, scrambling backwards across the covers.
Nothing was connecting the way it used to! Zim began to hyperventilate, his eyes darting to and fro. "I--" He faltered, then turned his desperate gaze back to the humans. "It'snotwhatyouthink!" He said with a rush. His mind asked what it WAS then, at the same time he cringed at his sudden and complete lack of charismatic vocal skills.
There was concern on the human's face. AGAIN! Zim started visibly as the human reached out to him, grasping him by his arms and pulling him against him. "It's okay," The human said.
No... Zim was fairly sure he wasn't going to be. He didn't know what to do... he never felt anxiety like this before and now it felt like it was the only thing he felt. He let out a soft low moan of fear despite himself.
Dib caught the noise. Concerned, he patted the alien carefully on the back. "It's okay," He said again. He yawned and shifted around to get more comfortable, taking the alien with him. "You're going to be okay." He added. He rubbed the alien's back in slow languid strokes to continue to try to reassure him.
No... no he wasn't going to be okay, no matter what the human said. Shivering, Zim brought his head down and laid it against the human's chest in a defeatist gesture that was beginning to become very familiar to him.
This time though, as he rested his head there he slowly became aware of the steady beating of the human's heart through the cloth that shielded his chest.
Zim's antennae peaked upwards ever so slightly. His trembling stopped, even as the human's hand motions began to slow as Dib began to slip back into sleep. The human heartbeat... the constant double thump of it was somewhat reassuring. He wasn't quite sure if it was because it reminded him of his former base... with it's constant synchronous noises of machinery working, but it was reassuring anyway. Relaxing a slight bit, he allowed his head to fall back against the human and for a long while he just lie there, listening. After a good length of time had passed and the human had fallen asleep again, Zim closed his eyes as well. Maybe he could get a little bit of sleep after all. He was so very tired...
~~~
Dib faded back into consciousness far past the time when he was supposed to be in school. He blinked at his alarm clock, taking in the bright green digital numbers that cheerfully told him visually that it was 10:27 am. Still half fuzzy from sleep he wondered vaguely why he hadn't set his alarm the night before as he yawned and rolled over...
... And came face to face with his answer.
"Oh yeah," He mumbled mildly. He had slept with the enemy again. The thought alone was enough to make him smile. Ha ha...
Zim apparently didn't find that nearly as funny. The alien looked back at him sourly, his red eyes narrowed somewhat.
Well... whatever. Dib sat up in bed and yawned and stretched. "Want something for breakfast?" He asked the alien after sitting there for a moment.
Zim closed his eyes and made a noise of disgust. "Zim does not need nourishment as often as you pathetic earth creatures." He replied snobbily. His hand clenched and unclenched angrily on the pillow as he said this.
Dib looked back down at him for a moment. 'Well, guess who's as volatile as ever.' He thought. "You must have slept well," He said outloud mildly. Before the alien could reply he shrugged and hoped down off the bed. "Suit yourself..."
Gir was in his living room watching kiddie cartoons as he walked by... while balancing upside down on his head. Dib watched the robot's cartoons as well for a moment or so until he decided he had had enough and continued his way into the kitchen.
It was while he sat at the kitchen table, eating his breakfast (while keeping half an ear out for Zim in his bedroom above,) that he decided what he was going to do now that he wasn't going to school today.
He wanted to run a couple diagnostics on Zim. Just non-abrasive ones... a couple blood samples would probably do it. He actually really was curious to know. His many years of research indicated that for all intents and purposes Zim should have been dead by now. He wasn't sure exactly how it worked but it was pretty obvious from what he had found out, that the little alien should not be alive. Yet he was. Why? Was it because of the miscarriage? Or was it because he still had residue human DNA in his body? Why hadn't Zim died? The answer had to be in the alien's bio-systems somewhere...
He finished eating his toast and brushed his hands off on his pants. Now... if he could just get the alien to cooperate...
When he returned to his room, the alien was awake and standing on top of his desk, inspecting a map of the galaxy he had hanging on his wall very closely. He jerked away as the human walked into the room, his ruby red eyes wide. Those eyes narrowed again when he saw who it was though.
"I'm BORED, earth stink," Zim announced, folding his arms across his chest and tapping one of his little feet.
Dib grinned at him. "Good," he said. He walked over to the desk and lifted Zim down off of it, only to have the alien struggle out of his arms and leap down to the floor himself. "You can help me with something then." He added, raising one of his eyebrows at the ET.
"Help you?" Zim looked up at him suspiciously. "With what?" He asked.
Dib made an airy gesture with one of his hands. "Oh nothing much. I just want to run some tests..."
He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment the words left his month. Zim went from looking suspicious to all out fearful. His eyes went wide and his antennae fell right flat out against his skull.
"I meant non-intrusive tests," Dib tried to explain quickly, holding out his hands in attempts to placate the alien. "Like blood samples and stu--"
"I knew it!" the alien exclaimed, thrusting a finger at the boy accusingly. "I KNEWW it! This was all a rouse wasn't it? WASN'T IT!"
Dib's mouth fell open. "Zim, no!" He replied. "I'm not--"
"You just wanted an excuse!" Zim ranted. He leapt onto the bed and stood above the human. "An excuse to get ZIM into your filthy smelly house-thing and do horrible EVIL tests on me!"
"ZIM!" Dib shouted back. "Listen to me!" He made a lunge for the alien, but Zim leapt back from his reach.
"NO!" The alien exclaimed, pressing himself up against the wall behind him. "NO! I will not listen to your LIES anymore, DIB!" He spat. "You won't be defiling the body of THIS Irken Invader!" With that he leapt down off of the bed and ran from the room.
"ZIM I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU!" Dib shouted after him. "... Dammit...!" Cursing himself for the lack of foresight (he should have KNOWN that the alien would react this way), he took off after him.
He sacked Zim in the hall right before the bathroom. In one fumbling move he managed to turn them both over so that the alien lay beneath him, Zim's arms caught in both of his hands and pinned against his sides. He applied enough pressure he thought to at least keep the alien immobile, but a sharp cry of pain from the Irken told Dib to take the pressure off of one of his arms a slight bit. Only a bit mind you...
"Stop it," Dib said sternly. When the alien continued to struggle violently, he sat back in order to shake him somewhat. "STOP IT. LISTEN to me..."
Zim would have none of that. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tilted his head back. "GIR!" He shouted. "GIR! Get up here and help defend your master!"
"YaaAYYYY!" Gir exclaimed happily from the livingroom downstairs. The sound of little metal feet running up the stairs could be heard a second later. Dib's head jerked up and he watched as Gir started down the hallway at the top of the stairs, pink tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. He almost let Zim go in preparation of being run into, when Gir changed direction at the last second.
"FISHIES!" The robot exclaimed, running into the bathroom. The door slammed closed behind him. A moment later the sound of running bath water could be heard.
"Oookay," Dib muttered, a slightly incredulous look on his face. He knew that he really shouldn't be all that surprised by Gir's antics, but...
Zim had stilled beneath him and was now looking up at him with a slight smirk on his face. "Eh," He said. "You get used to it." He paused. "Now where were we? Oh YES!" Suddenly he began to struggle again, driving up against Dib in a vain attempt to get away. "I will not be subject to your horrible tests HUMAN!" the alien exclaimed vigorously. "Let Zim GO!"
"NO Zim!" Dib gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep the alien down. "Will you just listen for a sec?" He finally snapped, frustrated.
Amazingly enough, after a couple more twists, Zim stilled a bit and gave him a extremely suspicious look.
"I'm not going to test you if you don't want me to," Dib explained, exasperated. "I just wanted to find out why you are still functioning without your pak." He paused. "I wanted to make sure that you were okay and--"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Zim yelled in his face.
Dib shut his eyes and waited for his ears to stop ringing. As calmly as he could he counted to three in his head... because he was coming very close to yelling back nonsense and he had to stay in control of the situation.
He opened his eyes again. Zim had stilled completely and was giving him a decidedly uncertain look. "Well?" He asked.
"I'm trying to think of a reply that doesn't involve shouting," Dib replied, his voice very dry. 'Or strangling you,' he added in his head. "Fine," He said after a moment. He let Zim go suddenly and sat up. "Go then."
The Irken scrambled out from under Dib and began to back away slowly.
"Just remember," Dib added after a moment. "That you're not in disguise anymore." Zim paused and turned his head back towards the human. "I mean yes, humans are stupid, but eventually SOMEone is going to notice."
Zim snorted. "I am an Irken Invader," He said. "My hiding abilities are incredible. No one will find me." He added smugly.
"Oh... I don't doubt that," Dib replied. "But did you ever consider all the security devices us humans have? They're everywhere Zim. Even places that you can not see. Eventually SOMEONE will see you on them and then..." He ran a thumb across his neck. "You're dead." He shrugged and climbed to his feet, then turned away.
Zim hadn't thought about that. Dib heard rather than saw the Irken utter a short soft cry. "No...!"
'I'm getting good at this,' Dib thought to himself smugly. He turned back around to see Zim stumble back against the hallway all and slump into a sitting position. He watched as the alien grabbed both of his antennae and yanked them down below his face, then tilted his head back, clearly agitated.
Dib sighed. "I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe me," He said, looking and feeling a little bit irritated. Zim jerked his head up and stared at the human. "Haven't I proven myself yet?" He asked. "I saved your life!" He punctuated each word with a jab of his finger. "Twice! Three times if you count that entire heat-mess-thing!"
"That means NOTHING!" Zim snapped back. The alien leapt to his feet again, and he glowered up at the human, his little hands balled into fists. He stomped up to the human and poked him in the chest angrily. "Don't think I've forgotten DIB," He hissed. "All the times you've tried to kill me in the last four YEARS. You TIED... me! ZIM to an autopsy table and then you wouldn't let. Me. Go. I told-- I BEGGED you to let me go... and you WOULDN'T," The alien's eyes flashed angrily. "So don't just expect me to suddenly FORGET..."
He was close enough to touch. Working with that, Dib reached out and grasped the alien by his upper arms. Zim was so angry that he literally vibrated in his hands... that is until he jerked away violently. "Don't--!" He began. "Touch. ME!" He spat. "Don't even THINK you can put your hands on me without MY PERMISSION!"
The corner of Dib's mouth quirked ever so slightly as he looked at Zim as he stood in front of him, half hunched over with rage and breathing heavily. For some reason, which probably had something to do with hidden sadistic tendencies, he wanted to provoke the alien further. "Can I touch you?" He asked after a moment, amusement shining in his eyes.
"Ye- NO!" Zim shouted. "Wretched HUMAN!" He seethed angrily, bringing up balled fists. "You think you can make a fool out of ZIM!"
"Zim." Dib sighed, his smirk fading. He held out his hand again placidly. "Zim... I was going to let you go."
It was like Zim's strings had been cut. The alien deflated suddenly and he stumbled slightly before catching himself and staring up at the human in complete shock. "What?" He sputtered.
"I was going to right after school," Dib continued, surprised that he had finally gotten through to him. "And then I got home from school to find that Gaz had already done it." He stepped closer to the alien, his hand still outstretched. Zim didn't move, just continued to stare at him. "... May I touch you?" Dib asked again after a moment.
The alien's brow wrinkled. "I-- why?" He asked finally, confusion evident in his voice and on his face.
Dib shrugged. "I just want to I guess." He said.
"I-- okay..." The alien still looked confused. Dib hesitantly touched the alien's cheek, cupping it slightly. He held it there for a moment then stroked his thumb up and down the alien's cheek comfortingly.
Zim surprised Dib by sliding his eyes closed and shivering. After a moment his eyes reopened. "Why?" The alien repeated, the look on his face pleading.
"Why what?" Dib asked softly.
"Why would you let me go?" He asked, still very confused. "Our game..."
"Has been over a lot longer than you think," Dib said. He brought his other hand up to gently lay it on the other side of the creature's face.
"How could I hurt you?" Dib continued after a moment, when it became apparent that all Zim was going to do was stare at him in bewilderment. His voice barely above a whisper as he continued. "You're my reason for living. I spent my entire LIFE waiting for you to come. And now that I have you, you expect me to just... KILL you and what? Go on with my life?"
His words hung thickly in the air. Finally, Zim nodded ever so slightly. "Yes..." He said, his voice very small.
Dib tilted his head to the side. It was his turn to be inquisitive. "Why?" He asked.
"I-- I am not like you," Zim stuttered. " I am an Irken Invader..." For once his voice didn't ring with pride as he said that. "I came here to destroy you, not to befriend you! What about your planet? Your people?"
Dib snorted softly. "My people don't really care about me much-- incase you haven't noticed," He replied dryly. "You know we're more alike than you may think Zim," He added carefully.
"You..." Zim nearly stumbled where he stood as the human's words set in. He stared at him with wide-eyed trepidation. He KNEW. In that horrible instant he knew that Dib KNEW. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. He shut his eyes and his tongue darted out to touch his lips nervously. "No..." He whispered.
The thumb glided over his cheek again. "Zim?" Dib pressed gently after a moment.
"I-- he -- they... they tried to kill me," Zim choked out finally. He didn't open his eyes. He didn't want the human to see...
"Who did?" Dib questioned. "Your leaders?"
"Yes..." The wretched feeling of realization was too strong. He wanted to jerk away, he wanted to escape... by Irk, it felt like he was buried again, he couldn't breathe!
Instead of turning around and running away he found himself falling forwards and being wrapped in the human's arms. It was a position he had found himself in far too often recently and again he couldn't find the energy to pull away. He gasped against the soft folds of the human's shirt, struggling to keep himself from breaking down. He had to retain at least a bit of his dignity. "I didn't-- I wanted to prove to them-- I could DO this. I could escape that horrid JOB and be an elite Irken Invader. Again. I didn't WANT to-- to..." He let out a shuddering breath and tried to bury his head deeper against the folds of the human's shirt. His stomach churned with fear and despair. Why was he telling the human this? Why!
Because he was confused and he hurt. "I want my pak back," Zim whimpered finally. "My pak told me what to do... it would TELL me what to do. I don't think I can live without it-- I can't -- I can't--"
"Shh..." The human murmured softly. Tightening his grip on the alien he brought them down so that they were kneeling on the carpet of the hall. Then the reassuring back stroking had started again. "You can live without it," He added after a moment. "How about this..." He pulled back and smiled down at the alien. "Your new mission is to live among human's for a while. Just relax. Enjoy yourself. Think of it as a special reward vacation or something." He paused. "Think you can do that for a bit?" He asked.
Zim was silent and still for a long while. Then finally his little clawed hands flexed against his shirt and he nodded ever so slightly.
"Good," Dib said pleasantly. He continued to rub the alien's back... at least until the sound of enthusiastic splashing from the bathroom distracted him.
"Fishies!" Gir exclaimed from beyond the bathroom door. "I gots you! I GOTS YOU FISHIES!" There were more splashing noises.
Dib stopped completely and let out a little "snirk" sound of laughter. He couldn't help it. Good ol' Gir...
Zim smiled against the human's chest. The smile quickly faded a bit to be replaced with a bit of a concerned expression.
The horrible... burning feeling thing was back. It had been back ever since the human had first touched his cheek and, save for a moment or so when he was in too much mental agony to worry about it, it had gotten progressively worse ever since. He shifted a bit uncomfortably in the human's arms, trying to relieve the pressure somewhat. This was beginning to get ridiculous. He just wished he could scratch...
Dib caught his shuffling and pulled away slightly. "Zim?" He questioned.
"I-- it, eh, burns," The alien mumbled against his chest. "A bit."
"What?" Dib questioned. He drew the alien away from his chest so that he could look him in the eye. "What was that?"
Zim studied the ground off to his side, frowning pensively... until he realized that Dib just may be his solution. He smiled... then grinned.
"You don't mind touching me?" Zim asked, his eyes glinting and he craned his neck to peer up at the human.
Dib blinked. "Er... no...?" He replied, more than a little confused. Okay, he had a slight idea of what Zim could mean... but he couldn't possibly...!
Evidently he did. Zim reached out, grabbing one of the human's hands and bringing it down towards his abdomen. "Then touch me." He said with a smirk.
Dib made an odd squeaking sound, then jerked his hand away and scrambled backwards away from the alien until he hit a wall. "I-- I uh, wow..." He stuttered. He shook his head slightly, then stared at Zim in shock. "You want me to-- um...?" He began, visibly flustered.
The look on Zim's face was positively evil. "And maybe a little bit of this..." He sat back on his heels and thrust his hips forwards towards the human a couple of times. "Too."
Dib went sheet white and then flushed a deep red. "You can't be serious," He muttered, turning his head away in embarrassment.
"Oh I assure you, human, I am VERY serious." Zim said. The alien got to his feet and marched over to him. Dib watched, wide eyed, as the alien stood above him, then sat, settling down over his hips. His arms threaded around the human's neck and pushed his own hips back so that they rested right on top of Dib's groin. "It would certainly make my stay here more... pleasant." He purred.
That settled that then. After staring at Zim at shock for another second or so, Dib made up his mind. "Bedroom," He choked out. He scrambled to his feet, taking the alien with him.
Somehow Dib managed to get them both into the bedroom, and he shoved the door shut behind with his foot. A couple more steps and they both fell against the covers in an awkward jumble of arms and legs.
"Okay, okay," Dib replied, a bit irritably. Zim had began to thrust against him rather wantonly, which was making maneuvering even more difficult. Finally he managed to get Zim detached from him and somewhat laid out on the covers before he crawled onto the bed after him. Then the alien latched onto him again, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him up against him. He groaned with the contact.
Dib wrenched away again, pulling back far enough that he could look the alien in the eye. "Are you sure?" the human asked him carefully. "Absolutely, positively, not-going-to-freak-out-on-me-when-this-is-over SURE?" He pressed.
"Yes already," Zim replied impatiently. Again as motivation, he grabbed the human's wrist and thrust his hand down towards his pants.
"Alright fine," Dib mumbled. He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Pulling the alien against him, he slipped a hand beneath the waste band of the other's pants.
It took relatively little time for him to find what he was looking for.
He ran a finger up and down the alien's slit, smiling as the alien in his arms stiffened, then shivered, tremors running up and down his smaller body. Dib could feel Zim's claws tighten on his arms slightly before he relaxed again with a whimper, a plea to continue welling up from his throat.
The human did so by thrusting his hand even further down and flattening his hand to palm the warm softer flesh of Zim's not so alien sex. He could feel the flesh expanding slightly under hand as well as growing warmer, assumably waiting and preparing for entry from the alien it had imprinted.
Except that Dib had no intention of entering the waiting warmth... no matter how much he wanted to. Memories of three months ago and much more recently the miscarriage of the worm/smeet children had occurred to him on the way to the bedroom, effectively killing his mood. He didn't have any protection anywhere to use and there was no way he was going to risk seeing something like that again...
Instead he figured he'd make the little alien happy. It was what he wanted after all. Though, honestly, he had no idea how they went from talking about disappointing things to wanting to fuck... go figure. If it meant that the alien was willing to trust him... FINALLY, he was willing to run with it. A sexual relationship was like a friendship relationship... kinda sorta...
Zim had begun to buck against him in encouragement and in response Dib began to rub his palm up and down the length of alien flesh, enjoying the soft sounds it caused him to make. After a moment he began to poke and prod about the warm interior, then withdrew, his nimble fingers drawing circles around the outside. He then noticed a slick substance had begun to leak from the interior...
Huh. That was something he HADN'T noticed when he had sex with Zim the first time. He would have withdrawn his fingers to inspect them, but he had a feeling Zim would throttle him if he stopped now. As it was the alien was beside himself, gasping and sobbing for more as his clawed fingers flexed rhythmically on Dib's arms.
Dib dug deeper, thrusting his fingers further into the warm passageway, then out again. He began to stroke harder and faster, and by the noises the alien was making he knew that he was probably nearing his peak. Zim began to thrash about too, the moaning noises coming from his throat sounding like choked sobs. If it wasn't for the randomly interjected words of "more!" and "horriblemeatcreature-- don't stop!" he would have thought he was hurting him or something.
Gritting his teeth, he threw his arm around the Irken's body, holding him against him to prevent him from flailing so much as his hand continued it's explorations. He pressed down against the hot flesh, then stroked upwards once, twice, fingertips flicking, trying to touch every place possible at once. Zim stiffened against him then, and he tossed his head back with a keening whine. Dib stopped moving his hand and just held it there, over the flesh, as it pulsed hotter than it ever had before. He watched Zim as the alien twitched, his face so taunt and shuttered that he looked like he was in actual physical pain, not pleasure. After a moment he relaxed again and collapsed rather bonelessly against Dib.
"Mmm..." The alien murmured. The look on his face now resembled that of a cat who had just eaten a canary-- he looked very pleased.
"You liked that?" Dib questioned, smiling as he removed his hand.
Zim nodded, his eyes half closed languidly as he laid back against the human. "Oh yeeeessss..." He sighed.
Dib chuckled.
The next couple moments passed in complete calm, except for movement from Dib, as the human casually looked at his hand, sniffed at the clear liquid that covered it and then shrugged and wiped it off on the blankets. He then went back to holding the alien, his eyes half closed. He could get used to this...
They couldn't have been like that for more than a couple minutes when Zim sat up suddenly. "HEY!" He exclaimed. He turned a suspicious look to the human. "I thought you were supposed to do something too." He said, frowning.
"Mmm?" Dib raised an eyebrow at him.
Zim glowered and muttered something about human stupidity under his breath. Then he thrust his hips forwards a couple times. "Like that?" He added.
Dib blushed and groaned slightly, bringing his now clean hand up to hold it over his face. "I don't know where you learnt that," He muttered.
Now that the human wasn't looking, Zim pounced on him. Dib let out a surprised squeak and rolled with it and ended up flat on his back with an alien straddling his hips. Again.
"From you of course..." Zim replied happily. He then paused and thought, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And the learning channel. I learn all SORTS of things on the learning channel..." Grinning he settled back on the human's hips, then frowned as he realized that their clothes were in the way. "'Come on earth stink!" He said, reaching out and fumbling for the bottom of the human's shirt. "Let's do the-- FUNKY CHICKEN!" He continued.
Dib raised both of his eyebrows up at the alien. "Zim you're really starting to worry me-- hey!" He protested suddenly. He grabbed for the alien's hands, which had managed to slip up his shirt. "Zim... Zim wait a moment. Don't you think this is a bad idea?" He asked.
Zim stopped, or at least stalled, and blinked at him. "Why?" He asked, curiously. He wrenched one of his hands free and went back to fumbling for the human's clothes.
"Remember your pak?" Dib tried. At the same time he was trying to fumble the alien away from his clothes.
Zim made a noise of protest as he found both of his wrists restrained again. "I have nothing else to loose," He replied. He managed to wrestle both of his hands free and dove in again enthusiastically.
Now Dib was trying to get the Irken's nimble fingers away from his pants. "Okay, er, smeets!" He tried desperately.
Zim actually stopped moving on his own and blinked at him.
"You actually think I can get pregnant again?" He asked, incredulously.
Dib looked confused. "Well yeah..." He replied. "I mean you have a-a vagina, and..."
Zim tilted his head back and laughed out loud. And kept on laughing. Dib stilled and stared up at him. In all honestly, despite all of his recent brave words about trust and friendship, being straddled by an evilly laughing Zim was a little bit disconcerting...
"Zim?" Dib tried nervously after a moment.
"Foolish human," Zim chuckled, bringing his gaze down to meet Dib's. "That means nothing." He smirked and brought his face really close to the boy's. "Irkens can only GET pregnant once every sixty years. We have to be in heat to get pregnant. My next heat isn't due for another sixty years, so..."
"And what do you call this?" Dib asked. His voice cracked a bit at the end. Zim had just turned around and found his organ, and was happily massaging it through his pants, (seeing as he hadn't quite managed to get them off of him yet.)
"This?" Zim asked. He withdrew his hand and pushed his body back, rocking his hips against the human's. He ground down against the human's sex, hard.
"Oh-- oh god..." Dib stuttered, his jaw going slack.
"This is me ZIM! Scratching an itch." The alien replied blithely. "With your help of course. We've done an INCREDIBLE job so far... shall we continue?" He asked. He leaned forwards and grinned wickedly at the human.
Dib stared back at him then gulped. "Er..." He stuttered. Zim grinned and pushed down against him again, smirking as that caused the human to shudder.
"Weeeelll earthstink?" He encouraged silkily, sticking his hand under the human's shirt and running it persuasively up and down his skin. "Shall we?"
Dib shut his eyes. Screw responsibility. "... Sounds good," He finally managed.
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