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Chapter List
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WARNING: Dib is a monster in this chapter. To a canon character, no less. You might even regret reading it afterward. If violent sexual imagery bothers you, you should not read. You have been warned!
I will upload a summary of this chapter with the next, for those that aren't willing to read through this.
Thanks again to Cala for stomaching my work before it's uploaded! Haha.
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From that point onward, Dib spent as much time away from Kharna as he did on. When he was dispatched on a job, however, he wasn't given much leeway en route. He only pulled over for emergencies, and he only associated with those he was required to. He was almost completely absorbed in his work, putting every credit he possibly could toward his debt. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of his daughter, his family, and what Boritz meant when he said that things were being “taken care of.”
It occurred to him one day that he hadn't seen Megami in four years. She was probably enrolled in school... Walking, talking, laughing, playing with all the other children... he wondered if she ever thought of him? She couldn't possibly remember him at all, as young as she was when he left...
Those sort of thoughts depressed him, and he didn't tend to linger on them for long. But when that four year mark rolled around... he spent a lot more time dwelling than usual. He also spent more time lurking in the bar than usual... Something about a stiff drink alone in a dark corner seemed to soothe him. Then once the buzz hit, he'd head to the dance floor and let any girl that came near gyrate around him. It was easy to forget about everything when one was surrounded by the scent, the taste, and the warmth of that life...
“Professor Membrane?!”
Dib was snapped so quickly from his revelry that he nearly stumbled. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he immediately moved away from his dance partner and scanned the room for his father. After all this time... had they somehow discovered where he was? Were they coming to rescue him?
At the end of the dance floor, he spotted another human. But it wasn't his father. Squinting, Dib took a step forward... Two steps... The multi-colored lights danced over the human's tall, thin form, making his skin appear to be so many different shades... Why did he look so familiar? He was dressed in alien clothing, nothing a human would think of donning... but his eyes were familiar... the sort of wide-eyed enthusiasm Dib himself found so rare in his species...
“...Professor Membrane, is that you?!” the human cried, holding out his arms as he took a step forward. The light caught the gold stud in his left ear just so and ice rolled down Dib's spine. Briefly, he considered running away... but no... he'd promised himself! Never again.
Jaw set, Dib replied, “No.”
The human approached, all bright smile and arched brow, grabbing Dib by his upper arms and shaking him a little. “I haven't seen a human in YEARS! I'm so sorry. I mistook you for--- Oh. Oh. Oh my God! It's... It's YOU, isn't it? It's Dib! Little Dib!”
Before Dib could answer, he was dragged off of the dance floor and plunked down at a small table off to the side. An alien that also looked familiar was sitting there... a little purple blob in a fish tank of sorts, floating happily within his large mechanical suit. A waitress came by and unscrewed a cap in the top, dumping a thick liquid within. The water clouded and the blob laughed giddily.
“Dib, this is Kloondy. Kloondy, this is one of my old students from Earth--!”
“That's great I'MMA GO DAAANCE--!!” And up he jumped, grabbing the waitress with a spindly mechanical arm and dragging her towards the floor.
The human laughed good-naturedly and pointed towards his companion. “That Kloondy, he's crazy! Hey, let me buy you a drink. For old time's sake!”
“I wasn't old enough to drink... in 'Old Times,'” Dib replied rather bitterly, leaning back in his chair. “But I'll take one anyway...” The name lodged in his throat for a moment before he could cough it out. “...Mr. Dwicky.”
Dwicky waved another waitress over and placed an order for two pretty strong drinks... Dib would have been amused if he were sitting with anyone else. The man leaned forward, propping his chin on the back of a hand, looking Dib over. “...'Mr. Dwicky,'” he mimicked with a coy grin. “Sounds sort of odd to hear that name from a grown man's lips.” As the drinks were placed before them, Dwicky clicked his teeth. “But I just can't bring myself to correct you... Relativity is a funny thing, isn't it? Suddenly, you're about my age now... and I'm almost the same as the day I left Earth.”
“If you'd like, I'll call you 'Dickhead' instead,” Dib quipped, taking a liberal swig of his free drink. “I've been through a lot since then, but I still remember the day you left Earth rather vividly.”
“Me too! It was the best day of my life!” Dwicky replied, ignoring the inconvenient aspects of Dib's comments as he had always been prone to. He cleared out his glass in a couple of drinks, hissing as he pounded the glass down and looking over Dib with glassy eyes. “Living as a Plookesian... it's amazing! I never thought I would ever have so much... satisfaction in everything I did. You should give it a try, Dib...”
Swallowing the bile that suddenly jumped into his throat, Dib tried to keep his lip from curling too much. “Unfortunately, I cannot. I have obligations here I must attend to.” He finished his own drink, attempting to wash the nasty taste in his mouth back down. The waitress immediately replaced the glasses with a sunny smile, tilting her hip so that Dwicky could tuck more credits into her waistband. “I'm loaded, Dib,” Dwicky bragged, waving his money at the other before drunkenly putting it away.
“What is it you do that is so profitable, Dwicky?” Dib asked, thinking that perhaps it was a market the Don could elbow into...
Wiggling a brow, Dwicky replied, “You know. If you're here, you know... Things that we can't say aloud.” Frowning, he swirled the liquid in his glass around. “...the Fall of the Irken race really took a chunk out of our profits, you know. But we've been attempting to muscle into the markets of all those planets that were left lacking after their Irken occupation ended...”
“Oh, I see.” Dib nodded, putting two and two together from info he'd seen around, and what he'd witnessed as a child. “Weapons trafficking... right? Making money off of the pain and suffering of others. Somehow that doesn't seem that far off-base for you.”
“Hey!” Dwicky cried, holding up a finger as his face became serious for a moment. “You have no room to judge... Your boyfriend Zim... Yeah, I remember him. I heard about the weapons he used to take down the Massive. That was Plookesian tech, you know. And where do you think the DON got those weapons from? Why, he might have bought them from me personally on one of my many trips here...”
Dib's mind reeled. The whole thing seemed so ridiculous that he had to roll his head backwards, taking a deep breath. He was fucking drunk, right? This was all a figment of his addled mind. “So... what you're saying is...” He looked to Dwicky, a grin stretching across his face. “...YOU'RE actually responsible for the fall of the Irken race. Right?”
Holding up his hands defensively, Dwicky shook his head. “NO. I'm not saying that at ALL. I had nothing against the Irkens... they had a lot of good ideas, and implemented them with almost surgical efficiency... If only they'd kept a tighter grip on their underlings and the planets they took in...” Shaking his head sadly, Dwicky finished off what was now his third drink. His posture was becoming incredibly sloppy. “If Zim's Existence Evaluation had been implemented correctly, if his salary had been cut off, if he'd been jailed... if any of those things had happened, the Irkens would still be thriving...”
The man's words cut Dib more deeply than he thought they would... Each one of them nestled into the folds of his brain, seemingly cutting off oxygen to important lobes. Both anger and confusion were beginning to cloud his senses... He was drunk. Incredibly drunk, more than he should be after just three glasses...
It did seem like fate had dealt an odd hand to Dib and his lover. With all the planets they had underfoot, how did the Irken race overlook one little Defect? Dib knew the answer to that, actually... when he recalled the way Zim had begged the Purple Tallest to spare them, the way the Red Tallest had admonished Purple for his attachment to their worst soldier. Zim had fooled everyone, hadn't he? That manipulative little fucker used them just like he used me... Tak had said as much, it was true... and now she was gone as well... All of those thoughts just rolled together and together until they formed a lump that settled at the base of Dib's skull... and soon he was seeing red. Dwicky could have stopped this. If he had stayed on Earth... or at least, from his position off-planet, attempted to continue helping Dib... Earth itself would still be thriving. None of the atrocities Dib had witnessed would have occurred at all. But no... instead, he took up the life of a playboy and got in bed with the Irken race. A race of killers and rapists.
“What's the matter, Little Dib...?” Dwicky purred, scooting closer to the other. He ran a cool finger along the back of Dib's sweat-tinged neck. “I know it's vogue to hate Irkens now... but I know the truth. I always did... When I first saw you... and heard about your obsession with Zim? I saw myself in you, you know. A poor, lost little boy that was struggling because he had feelings for another boy... I wanted to reach out to you... to help you come to terms with those feelings...”
But you didn't help me... you didn't do a damn thing for me.. You ignored me like all the others. You cared about yourself more than anyone else. Just like the others.
“I heard Zim died in The End. Is that true? I saw that video... I didn't believe it was you at first... but then I saw you and Zim, thick as thieves like always. I thought you had died too... but here you are. Cybernetics are certainly useful, aren't they?” His finger traveled over Dib's neck, down his arm, tangling with the crooked wires running through Dib's prosthetic. He must have assumed that other metallic parts were keeping Dib alive as well. Leaning forward, he propped his other elbow on the back of Dib's chair, hand draping over his shoulder. Dib's blood ran cold... and he suddenly felt as sober as he'd ever been. “I'm sure you've been so lonely ever since then... I feel so sorry for you... You probably have had a hard time finding another Irken to take Zim's place. I hear they're pretty wild in bed.” Breathing softly against Dib's ear, he whispered, “I can help you pass the time... and maybe introduce you to one of my Irken associates afterward... There are still a few around, you know.”
At that moment, something inside Dib snapped. After everything he'd been through... this man who was supposed to be his role model, his confidant, a member of his “team”... This man was sorry that he couldn't find an Irken to fuck... and offering himself as replacement. How could anyone be so blind? So self-centered? So completely and utterly WRONG?
Head tilting just so towards the elder man, Dib pursed his lips. “...you're right. Zim is dead... and I've been aching for Irken cock ever since he's been gone. It's I can think about.” Fuck love, fuck companionship, fuck safety and happiness and all of those things he had thought he'd possessed. All he wanted was dick. That was obviously all that Dwicky wanted... His hand found itself in Dib's crotch, probing. “I bet you're pretty well-endowed... if you could please an Irken. Even a short one.”
“Why don't you take a look for yourself?” Dib replied, grinning coyly. His eyes shone in the low light. Dwicky grinned as well, mouth covering Dib's in a sloppy, liquor-drenched kiss. The taste made Dib's stomach flip, but he barely twitched, his good hand reaching up to bury itself in the elder man's thinning hair. There was nothing arousing about the fingers between his legs, and his body did not react; so instead, Dib pulled away slightly to whisper a breathless, “Your place?” against the man's lips.
“I'll go tell Kloondy--”
“No. Let's go. I need a hard fuck... Now.”
That was enough to get Dwicky moving; he got up on shaky legs and stumbled towards the bar's exit. Dib helped him; there was a lot of laughing and a few uncoordinated attempts to cop more feels. With a little pleading, however, Dib managed to get Dwicky to focus and he led the younger man back to the docks. Soon they were back on Dwicky's ship and the main door was locked soundly.
“You're just traveling with Kloondy?” Dib asked, feigning modesty as he looked around the cavernous ship.
Nodding drunkenly, Dwicky purred, “We usually travel in pairs. Plookesians. Haha.”
“Good. Nobody to interrupt us...” Pulling Dwicky close by his lapels, Dib kissed him roughly. The man melted in his arms, his own hands caressing over Dib's toned body. “Your room?”
Pulling Dib playfully along, Dwicky led him there. It was a nice setup to be sure... A roomy four-post bed and plush carpeting... “Nice,” Dib whispered against the side of Dwicky's head, closing the door behind them and locking it as well. In moments, the elder was unbuttoning Dib's shirt, running eager fingers over every muscle. “Nice,” Dwicky echoed, laughing at his own cleverness. Face completely placid, Dib watched as Dwicky got his fill, lips and teeth attacking Dib's torso as he moved downward. He was soon on his knees, fumbling with Dib's fly... and with a little assistance Dwicky soon had his lips wrapped around Dib's still-flaccid member.
Its condition didn't stop him... His head bobbed quickly, little mewls of pleasure rolling from his throat as he sloppily attempted to suck Dib off. “Taste so good,” he groaned, eyes closing. Pulling back and pumping Dib with his hand, Dwicky hissed, “I'll talk Irken to you. If you want...”
“...really?” Dib asked, no longer bothering to hide the malice on his features. His member still wasn't reacting, but it didn't matter. Hauling Dwicky to his feet, he began to remove each strip of clothing with mechanical efficiency.
Completely oblivious, caught up in the moment, the elder man laughed and pressed his face against Dib's neck. “Yeah... 'Arksk na Krsk Nyel.' ..did I get it right?”
“Pretty close,” Dib replied, the words hissing through his teeth as he struggled to keep his fury contained. “You wanna fuck me...? Zat what you said?” Dwicky was soon completely nude, and Dib grabbed his erection with the metal hand like a crank. Pushing him towards the bed, he grinned. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Laughing darkly, Dwicky allowed himself to be shoved, falling onto his back atop the bed. “Are you going to make me regret it?” he growled, wincing a little.
Reaching to rip the cords off of the bed's canopy, Dib nodded. “Yep.” The thick curtains fell, obscuring them both from everything outside.
Dwicky's drunken body was easily manipulated, and within moments his wrists were tied tightly to two of the bedposts. The piece of furniture was large enough that his arms were stretching nearly to their limits, hands turning slightly red from the blood building up within them. At this point, he was still grinning... Unable to stand looking at his face in such a way, Dib grabbed a pillowcase, ripped it in half, and shoved the balled-up remnants into his mouth.
Straddling Dwicky's now prostrate body, Dib pushed his pants slightly over his hips and brandished his cock. It was finally beginning to stiffen, and he slowly stroked it as he looked down at the man's face. “There we go... I'm finally getting it.” Swallowing thickly, he finally managed a smile of his own. “Do you know how it feels, Mr. Dwicky...? To trust someone utterly? Enough to place your life in their hands...?” Tilting his head, he rolled fingers over the tip of his member, gathering up a bead of precum and spreading it downward. The man below him was catching on now, his eyes growing wide with fear. “Do you know how it feels, Mr. Dwicky... to be completely betrayed... to be used and left in the cold...?” Licking his lips, Dib purred, “Here... let me show you.”
With a quick shift downwards, Dib was now pressed against Dwicky's prone entrance. Jerking one leg into the air as he sat upright, Dib met the man's eyes for a last time. Whimpering slightly, Dwicky shook his head. “Your head says no, but your body says yes. You like it, you fucking slut. You're dripping.”
Charging his member with Meekrob and thrusting hard, Dib closed his eyes. Dwicky's strangled cries were contained within that small area by the curtain... body twisting to somehow escape this, accommodate this, arms pulling in futility against their bonds. Just a few rough slams and Dwicky ejaculated, his body spasming around the intrusion that still refused to stop. Keening as his back arched, the older man spread his legs still further in an attempt to ease the pain. Again and again Dib entered him, looking down when he felt something warm dripping down his thigh. Bright red blood was now leaking from Dwicky's hole... and tears were streaming down the man's face. None of the words he spoke were intelligible through the cloth in his mouth, but they were clearly words of horror; of pleading.
Finally pulling out, Dib leaned over the other and pumped his slick member hard. Soon enough, he was shooting his load over Dwicky's heaving body. After taking a moment to observe the scene, he gathered up a handful of their combined juices and smeared it across the upper half of Dwicky's face.
“...and that's what sex with an Irken is like. If you were wondering.”
All that could be heard in the room was Dwicky's quiet sobs and the soft rustle of those cords as Dib calmly climbed out of the bed. Wiping his dick clean with Dwicky's shirt, he dressed himself and left the ship.
He went straight back to his room and locked the door. A pounding headache assaulted him once he returned, and he barely made it to the toilet before the contents of his stomach left him. Without even rinsing out his mouth, he stumbled to his little cot and fell face-first atop it.
Then he sobbed. Sobbed for the first time in his recent memory... Sobbed for the last piece of his soul he'd just extinguished... Sobbed for this life of his he'd wasted... Sobbed for the little boy that Dwicky had callously abandoned... and sobbed for the little girl that should never see her father again.
It was at about that point, Dib would realize later, that he became a true predator.
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