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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PsychoHanyo: Me again with another chapter! I feel like it's been a while since I updated, so I'm gonna go ahead and do that now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing outside of The Mask and Krill. Invader Zim and all related characters, places, items, and themes belnog to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

000

When Zim awoke the next morning and rolled over, his eyes opened and he was surprised that Moth wasn’t next to him. He yawned and sat up, blankets pooling around his waist.
“Moth?” Zim’s voice sounded strange to him before he remembered the amplifier in his neck.
No response. Zim flopped back against the pillows. It was just a hook-up. Who cares if Moth said he loved him? It really meant nothing to the boy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he was gone. Just like Krill. Zim closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. He’d forgotten all about Krill the night before. Did this count as cheating? The thoughts racing through his head almost completely masked the sound of a flushing toilet. Zim smiled to himself. How could he forget that there was a bathroom in the hotel room? He opened his eyes as a door creaked open to see Moth walk out, clad in just a towel, his dark hair was wet and clung to the back of his neck. He rubbed a towel through his hair before noticing that Zim was awake.
“Morning.” Moth smiled, one eye closed as water dripped down from his hair. “How you feeling?”
“Morning. I’m fine.” Zim smiled and sat up a bit more. “How about you?”
“I feel great.” Moth walked over and discarded the towel he’d been drying his hair with on the bedside table. He sat on the edge of the bed, back to Zim, but turned sideways a bit to face him. “I was going to order breakfast before you woke up, but I didn’t know what you’d like.” He handed Zim a menu.
Zim flipped through. “Uh…just orange juice and some waffles.” He shrugged. “You?”
“A bowl of cereal for me.” Moth picked up the phone and dialed a number off the menu. He reiterated their order and hung up. He leaned over Zim and kissed his forehead. “Love you.”
“You too.” Zim smiled and sat up, capturing Moth’s lips in his own. He lay back down, pulling Moth down over him. They kissed for a few minutes before Moth pulled back. “You don’t have a certain time you need to be home, right?”
“I live alone, remember?” Zim chuckled. “What about you?”
“Well, dad should be coming home around one, so I have to be back by then, at least.” Moth said. “He doesn’t exactly know of my habits, and…”
“I get it.” Zim nodded. He kissed Moth’s chin. “I won’t keep you.”
Moth chuckled. “I don’t mind.” He said. “You can come over to my place, if you want.”
“N-no, that’s fine.” Zim smiled softly. “My parents call to check up on me, and I shouldn’t stay out all day.” He lied. “Last time I talked to them was before I left for The Mask, so it’s been a while since we had contact. I don’t want mom to worry.”
“At least your parents care.” Moth shrugged. “My dad’s never home and if he is, he’s working from home. Hardly spends time with me and my sister, really.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s fine.” Moth shrugged. “I’m used to it by now, you know?”
“Still must suck.”
Moth chuckled and kissed Zim’s forehead again. “You want to use the shower before breakfast comes?”
Shower? Earth? Water? No thanks!
“Um…” Zim paused. “I don’t…I mean…I have nothing to change into.”
“I’m just putting on my clothes from last night.” Moth shrugged.
“Oh.” Zim paused. “Well, I suppose I should…”
Moth pushed himself off of Zim and onto the bed next to him. “I’ll be here.” Moth said.
Zim laughed. “Okay, okay.” He said. “I’ll be out in a few.”
Moth offered him the towel he’d put on the bedside table. “I don’t know how concerned you are with modesty, considering we just…well…I’ll shut up now. I’m embarrassing myself is all.”
Zim chuckled and took the towel. He stood and wrapped it around his waist slowly, giving Moth a good show before winking and going to the bathroom. Zim shut and locked the door. Okay, so he needed to fake taking a shower in water. He could do that. He had some cleansing gel in his suitcase, but that was home. He’d shower after Moth went back to his house. Zim walked over and pulled the shower curtain shut before turning the water onto cool-warm. Some of the water that came out landed on his hand with a sizzle, but the pain was mild and Zim knew Moth didn’t hear the sound, so he was covered. Now he had about ten minutes to fake a shower. What to do? Zim opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out an unopened red toothbrush and a tube of what he assumed was travel-sized toothpaste. He set it up and brushed his teeth in the mirror, momentarily turning off his hologram in order to see his zipper-like Irken teeth and make sure they were the ones getting clean and not the hologram. Once done, he flipped his hologram back on. Under the sink, Zim found a hairdryer. A perfect excuse for why he came out of the shower dry. After using the toilet, Zim figured it was long enough and shut the water off. The door opened and he could hear Moth talking to someone. Assuming it was food, Zim made sure his hologram was on and he didn’t look disheveled before turning on the hairdryer and running it over his hair a few times. Once set, he readjusted his towel and opened the bathroom door. Moth was already seated at the kitchenette in the back corner of the hotel room when he came out. The human hadn’t touched his breakfast yet and was reading what appeared to be a magazine. He didn’t flinch until Zim started to dress, discarding the towel to put on his boxers. He felt Moth’s eyes giving him another once-over and flushed a bit. The boy was definitely attracted to him, no doubt about it. Once dressed, Zim joined Moth at the table. They ate their food in silence for a few minutes before Moth spoke.
“Do you go to school here?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Zim nodded. “Skool. They spell it with a…”
“’K’?” Moth offered.
“Yeah. You go to the same one?”
Moth nodded. “Of course.” He said. “Maybe we see each other around.”
“Probably. I don’t think the school’s that big.” Zim smiled. He didn’t want to mention that he was new to GLASS, because it might give away who he was. He liked Moth, and the boy was attractive, but he didn’t know if he wanted Moth to know the real him yet. Heck, his ‘friends’ at school didn’t know the real him either.
“No, not really.” Moth shook his head. “400 kids in our graduating class. There’s another school down the road that has like 600 in theirs.”
“Wow. Must be a nice school.”
“Private school.”
“Ah.”
“I’m actually surprised there are that many rich people in town.” Moth said. “I mean, my dad’s rich, but I go to public school.”
“Why don’t you go to private school, then?” Zim wondered.
“Back when my mom was alive, she died when I was seven, she wanted me and my sister to have a ‘real world experience’ and said we couldn’t get it in a private school, since everyone’s fake and is convinced that they’re better than everyone else.”
“Makes sense.”
“Did you go to public school or private school back home?”
“Uh…would you believe me if I said neither?” Zim wondered.
“Really?”
“I was homeschooled.” Zim muttered. “My mom’s rich, too, so she hired tutors for me and my brothers.”
“That’s awesome.” Moth commented.
“I guess.” Zim shrugged. “If you could imagine, I don’t’ really associate with people my age much. I mean, last person I was friends with was a guy in his 30’s.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I didn’t know it until I went to his house to say goodbye. His roommate told me.”
“You didn’t see him?”
“He’d already left for the military base he was assigned to, by the time I got there. When we met, he only had a week in the City before he had to go.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.” Zim muttered. “We met at a military party.”
“Were you in the military? You’re a bit young.”
Zim chuckled. “I wanted to be, but I wasn’t good enough, I guess. They said I wasn’t ready yet. Of course, I argued, but it didn’t help much.” Zim laughed.
“You want to be in the military, though.”
“Well, sort of, I mean...I’m not good at much else.”
“Of come on, sure you are.” Moth said. “You’re a great dancer, and you’re really smart. You could get any job you wanted!”
“That sounds more like you then me.” Zim chuckled. “The things I know how to do won’t leave me anywhere but the local penitentiary.”
Moth raised an eyebrow.
“I can make some very illegal weapons.” Zim shrugged. “I thought maybe the military would want someone who can make stuff like that, but no.”
“Is that what you and your mom fought about?” Moth wondered.
“Yeah.” Zim said. “She caught me a few times.”
“And that got you kicked out?”
“I ran away.”
“Oh.”
Zim paused. Why was he telling Moth so much? He never told Keef this much information about him, and he knew him a little longer then he’d known Moth. Not even Dib knew him well. There he went again, thinking about Dib. Why did the raven haired male always come into his mind when he didn’t want him to? It was infuriating! Nothing in the hotel room had anything to do with his classmate, so why…?

000

Dib flopped down on his living room couch, highly content with the fruits of the night. Iz, other than being fantastic in bed, was a pretty cool guy, and cute to boot! They went to the same school, but that didn’t mean much. Besides, he was fully aware that Iz wasn’t his real name, so even if he looked him up in the school computers, he wouldn’t find him. It’s not like Iz had given him a last name, real or otherwise. Oh well. He supposed he’d know it was Iz when, and if, he saw him. Gaz came out of the kitchen.
“Fun night?” She wondered.
“Yeah.” Dib put his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back, draping one arm over the back of the couch. “I met this amazing guy at The Mask the other day, and we made a date to meet there last night.”
“And?” Gaz plopped down next to him with a bowl of Count Cocoa Fang cereal and her Gameslave 2.
“Well…we went to a hotel…” Dib bit his lip, wondering what his sister would say, if anything.
“I was wondering why you were out all night.” Gaz muttered, un-pausing her game.
Dib raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to scold me?”
“For what?”
“Having sex with someone I only knew for a few days.”
“Eh.” Gaz didn’t look up as she played through the level. “Damn Vampire Piggies…”
Dib sighed and flipped on the TV. The theme for Mysterious Mysteries began playing. His father walked in.
“Son, daughter.” He greeted his children.
“Hey, dad.” Dib said.
Gaz only gave a light grunt as a response.
The Professor looked at the TV to see what they were watching and shook his head.
“Son, why do you watch that show?” Professor wondered. “There’s nothing real in it, nothing plausible. Now, real science…”
“I watch it for fun, dad.” Dib responded, not looking at his father.
“Keeps him occupied.” Gaz said, continuously tapping away at her game controls.
The Professor shook his head and muttered something about real science again, before leaving to go into his lab.
Dib watched until his father had vanished through a doorway. “If that’s how he reacts to TV,” Dib said, turning back to the TV, “then I hate to find out what he’d say about my sexuality.”
“Eh.”

000

Zim sighed as he slid down into the tub of his base-like home on Earth. It wasn’t his real home, but it felt like it. He missed it the night before. He’d invite Moth over one day, but he was concerned that if he ever had to do partner work in school, his classmates would be there and be appalled if they met Moth. Whatever. Why did he care so much about what other people thought? Zim sighed and slid down further in the tub. He had filled it with the Irken version of water, which was a violet-tinted gel. There was no way to get around the fact that he needed to take a bath, considering he’d been out all night, dancing and sweating due to…other things. Zim blushed. Moth wasn’t bad in bed, for a teenager, at least. Zim wondered if Krill was any good…
Zim closed his eyes and shook his head. He ran one hand over his face and antennae. Why was he thinking about Krill? The man was old enough to be his father, not to mention that Zim would never see him again. He felt bad that he hadn’t been able to say goodbye, but it couldn’t be helped. Things with the military were never set in stone. They may have told Krill he wasn’t going to have to return to his base for a week, but even Krill probably knew he could be called back any time before that. What had happened that he’d needed to leave a bit early? His mother hadn’t said anything, and it’s not like Spleen, Krill’s roommate, was any help. Oh well. Zim had other things to worry about. He had friends at his school, the school wasn’t as bad as he’d originally assumed, he had a good disguise, a somewhat-faulty back story, and a…boyfriend? Lover? What in the world did one call the relationship between Zim, or his alter-ego Iz, and Moth? Casual hookup between friends? Probably all Moth considered it. He may have told Zim ‘I love you’, but Zim knew better than to fall for that. It was just sex-talk…wasn’t it? Zim groaned. He had so much to think about, including his family back home. Zim sank into the gel until only his antennae were poking above it.
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