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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or The Dog Whisperer. I don't make any money off of this.

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Note: Well... I was trying to get to the sexy times... I even tried to hold out longer for inspiration. But nothing was coming to me so I decided to just post with the hope that maybe some reviews could inspire me... or maybe I just need to take a break and write another DN one-shot? That helped last time. Though I would die to leave it at this point for long. So close to getting to the action! So close to getting back to Zim training Gir and his failures(?) in making Dib his slave-beast. Ah... so much excitement! Why can I only seem to write pointless filler-ish crap? As soon as I figure out how to begin the next chapter I think I'll be able to reach the important stuff. As long as the characters cooperate I'll be able to get back on track.
Also, another somewhat important note for my readers, I'm going to be doing some volunteer work starting May 18th for 6 weeks; this can really go either way for my writing. Sometimes when I do boring things I can let my mind wander until I'm just itching to jump onto my computer... of course, I could very well be too distracted to think such things... and too tired to write when I get back. I'll try my best!
Finally... is it just me... or is Dib a huge creeper? Maybe it's just because I'm more of a Zim fan... but sometimes when I'm watching IZ he makes these faces or these comments that make my skin crawl. And I think "Why the heck am I a fan of ZADR again?" Oh well I'm done rambling for the moment.
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Dib was frozen as he peered over Zim's head at what was happening; he saw Zim being choked and molested, he saw red human blood mixing with the almost black of the alien, and he finally saw a metal leg spring from Zim's back. The young boy was caught in turmoil: he'd made it his mission to protect the Earth from Zim (including its people) but could he really stop this attack when it would help him too?
There was no time for a real decision from Dib: in a flash the metal drove forward; the pedophile's blue eyes grew wide with horror when he saw it, his bloody hand clamping down on Zim's neck harder. Pain struck them: the trapped and abused little alien let out a choked off noise that might have been a growl if his throat weren't being crushed, and the human squeezed his eyes shut as blood trickled from his chest at the point of impact.
For a moment everything was still, even Dib's heart ceased to pump blood through his veins; and then, all at once, the Pak leg retreated where it had come from allowing the trickle of blood to grow into a steady drip to the alien below. Zim, by this point, was in a panic; he couldn't breathe and he was flailing his arms and legs in an attempt to free himself even as he grew weaker and weaker.
Then, suddenly, they separated: Iso's hands flew over his chest and Zim scrambled back as far as his weakened limbs would carry him. Dib shifted closer to his temporary ally, wide eyes watching the adult from behind his specs, “Are you ok, Zim?” he asked as he wondered-not for the first time-why Zim wasn't using his Pak to kill this guy, and why he hadn't used them before.
“Zim doesn't need your concern, human-filth.” the alien responded, inadvertently telling Dib that he was, indeed, ok; though he sounded as if he was struggling to speak normally and not with a rough, scratchy quality. The invader was silent for a moment, seeming to fight with something-perhaps his own voice?-before quietly admitting, “My Pak is conflicted.”
“Conflicted?” Dib echoed even as he prepared to drop the whole thing when Iso reached towards them; but instead of grabbing one of them he snatched his shirt and pressed it against his wounded chest. Dib let out an inaudible sigh before continuing, “Why should it be conflicted?”
Zim growled and glared at Dib as if he could burn holes through that enormous, smelly pig-head, “It just is Dib-filth.” he snapped, hating how he had to depend on the Dib for his escape: and to do that he needed to let Dib know what they had to work with, “I can't access weapons or contact Gir.”
“But I just saw--”
“It was temporary.” Zim interrupted with a dangerous tone to his voice that suggested that Dib should not push his luck. He'd been so close to just killing that disgusting, mate-y monkey-thing; but as he'd lashed out so had the human: a single finger forced its way in just a little bit. They'd been caught in a stalemate: the human frozen in pain and shock, and Zim frozen from the reactivation of Zig's programing.
“Sheesh.” Dib muttered with exasperation before reaching a dripping hand across Zim so he could reach his soaked coat; Zim hissed at the watery contact but refrained-for now-from killing the Dib for injuring him. Dib quickly began to rummage through the pockets of his coat, “It should be--”he began before brandishing something thin and black from the coat in triumph, “Ah-ha!”
The alien's fuchsia eyes blinked once as he stared at the thing in Dib's hands, “What is that?” he asked, eyeing the top where two small-but sharp looking-metal protrusions were, “A fork?” he speculated before cutting his gaze to their captor whose movements were enough to-though Zim would never admit it-stop him cold with fear.
Fortunately, Iso was only checking the bloody shirt to see if the bleeding was slowing; the pair of temporary allies were glad he was so distracted. Dib spoke in a quieter voice, “It's a taser; I made it to use to capture you, but--” Before Dib could finish Zim snatched the item from the human's hands; he hopped to his feet and pointed it at Iso.
“Prepare to die by a primitive weapon of your own race's pitiful invention!” Zim growled before realizing that he didn't exactly know how this human tool worked; it didn't even have a button or trigger. Zim tilted his head to look back at Dib, still with the taser outstretched, “How does it work?” he whispered back to Dib who looked about ready to smack himself in the face; however his hand lifted and pointed at something instead.
Zim turned back just as Iso's hand closed around his and the taser, “Gah!” the alien cried, already fighting against the stranger for control over a weapon he didn't even know how to use, “That's mine.” he snapped, managing to keep his claws wrapped tight around the thing even as the human's large hands pried at his claws. In response Zim sunk the claws of his free hand into the human's forearm; there was more disgusting human blood that burned at Zim's skin, but both males refused to let go.
“Zim!” Dib called as he shifted through his coat for anything else that he could use to help fight off the pedophile, but everything else he had was either crushed or useless in a fight. He looked up just in time to see Iso using his weight to force Zim down to the floor in hopes of overpowering him that way, “It's automatic! Stab him with it!” Following his words Dib chucked some broken equipment at the man in hopes of distracting him; it seemed to work as he relented suddenly: Zim jerked the weapon back and over his head only to be trapped by the human who quickly pressed his wrists to the floor below.
Zim hissed an insult and immediately tried to stab the taser at the hand that held him in place as Dib continued to toss broken bits of technology at the human-filth. The human winced and held up an arm to protect his head, though his gaze remained fixed on the struggling alien below. Zim tried valiantly, but he couldn't move his arms enough to stab the metal through the human's flesh and Dib was running out of things to throw; at last he heaved out the large book-the one he'd used to clobber Zim earlier-and rushed up to start smacking the man with it.
Iso was sure to sport a large bruise on his arm to go with the bloody marks on his flesh come morning, but by this point he seemed determined to suffer through the pain like it was a necessary evil; he blocked the worst of Dib's strikes before shoving the boy back. Muscles twitched and trembled and strained with the pain he was taking from a pair of children, but the kidnapper managed to hold both of his captives in place long enough so he could decide what should be done next, “You know...” he began slowly, locking eyes with Dib first as he seemed to be the most trouble at the moment: struggling with energy that Zim had already burnt out. However, after Zim's struggling became stronger he turned back to glare at the alien who had abandoned his stabbing attempts to press and kick his feet against the human's chest and stomach; blue eyes met the pupil-less alien depths before he continued, his tone dangerous and menacing, “I'm not opposed to fucking a corpse or two.”
“You lie!” Zim screamed back at him, though his eyes briefly betrayed a hint of fear. He did not know that Iso was bluffing; but, then, Iso's death threats seemed to be coming closer and closer to being exacted and neither captive wanted to become an example for the other. The fighting paused, if only so the situation could be assessed: Zim could kick and he still grasped the taser tightly in his-trapped-gloved claws, Dib could feel the arm holding him tremble and he had his limbs free for nearly any action to be taken; but Iso had them locked in this small room in an inconspicuous house with any number of perverse things waiting to torment them. If they could escape his hold for a moment would it really be enough to get them out that door and to safety?
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