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Deep Rooted Desire	By : Bernibee Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 4202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Dib was woken by the metallic screech of his alarm clock. He opened one eye to look at it grouchily; it was ten am.

“Man, I’m still so tired..” Dib moaned, turning it off and sitting up in his sheets.

“At least I didn’t have any more nightmares” he mused, stretching his arms behind his head.

“I must be getting cabin fever or something.. I should get out more, make some friends..” he muttered, not actually realising he was talking to himself again.

He got up and got ready, and left his apartment to get to class.

From across the road, Zim watched Dib leave through a pair of weird goggle/binocular things.

“Excellent, he has left already. Gir, stay here, I am going to go inside and scan the Dib-worm’s disgusting chamber for evidence of this filthy transmitter of filth!” he ordered, a claw from his Pak taking the goggles and putting them inside it.

Gir saluted, his eyes going red for a moment.

“That’s good Gir, just keep watch and let me know if Dibworm comes back.”

Zim scurried quickly into the building, he knew which room Dib stayed in, as he had been spying on him a few weeks ago.

He used an electronic device to disable the lock on the door, and stepped inside.

“Hmm.. Smells like human..” he said, his eyes narrowing in distaste.

He began searching the room for clues, but found nothing interesting except for a few magazines.

They had images of the male human specimen engaging in intercourse with other male humans.

Zim didn’t know that this was possible with the human species.

“How on Meekrob do they produce their hideous worm baby offspring?” Zim mused, although curious to say the least, one of his spider claws holding the magazine above his head.

“UGH! Does this mean the Dib-human engages in these practises too?” he squealed, seeming disgusted but blushing again.

On Irk, the smeets were produced in vitro, it was very rare for two Irks to copulate naturally; so Zim was quite naïve to stuff like that. He was pretty sure that there had to be a female in order to produce young though.

“HIDEOUS!” Zim yelled, dropping the magazine, then continued his search for the device he was seeking.

He didn’t hear the door opening behind him.

“ZIM!? What are you doing here?! Get out of my room!” Dib screeched on seeing Zim going through his stuff.

“DIB! Where is it? TELL ZIM! Tell Zim or suffer!!” Zim hissed, his spider legs shooting from his Pak and pinning Dib against the door.

“Where is what? Let me go you freak!” Dib squealed, writhing about.

“Don’t play games with me, HUMAN! The transmitter! The one you used last night to send HORRIBLE dreams to me! Dreams of me touching your disgusting fleshy form! The dreams of ZIM making the Dib pleasure moan! Give it to me now!” Zim spat, slapping Dib across the face with a free hand.

“Have you gone even more stupid since you started coming to college, Zim? Do you think I’d have the time to come up with an idea as dumb as that?! I don’t care about you any more! Give it up already!” he said exasperatedly, not even phased by the slap.

“Well why else would my brain think of something so… so UGH!!?” Zim blenched, squeezing his eyes shut and blushing hard.

Dib shrugged.

“Maybe you just thought of it on your own? Ever think of that, Zim?”

“Nonsense!” Zim ignorantly assumed.

“Zim, I can prove to you that I haven’t been sending you those thoughts… because…because…”

“Spit it out, Dib-smelly! Zim demands to know!”

“…Because I’ve been having them too! Now let me go or I’ll bite off your antenna!” Dib moaned, blushing and also wiggling about to get free, the ends of the spider legs jabbing his skin.

Zim let go of Dib and his legs retracted back into the Pak.

“You have been having dreams of Zim?” Zim asked, curiously.

“More like nightmares” Dib spat, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

“I’ve seen the FILTHY magazines you read, Dibmonkey!” Zim said quickly, then ran out of the apartment.

“GIR! Take me back to the house!” Zim ordered. “And why didn’t you alert me when you saw the Dib returning?”

“I WAS PLAYING IN THE DIRT!” Gir grinned, mud all over him.

“Incompetent!” Zim spat, sitting on Gir’s back and they zoomed back to the house, Gir squealing in joy all the way.

Dib blushed fiercely, the way Zim had him pinned up against the wall had made those feelings come back again.

He lay down on his bed and moaned.

“Maybe my dad was right for all those years… maybe I am insane.”

Dib had only returned because he had forgotten his notes, but he didn’t feel much like going back now.

It was usually unheard of for Dib to skip out on a class, but he couldn’t believe out of anyone who’d discovered his magazines, it was Zim himself, his worst enemy.

It was true, Dib was gay. It had been one of the reasons he was so pent up in his adolescence, he’d known how he felt for a while, but he hadn’t told anyone yet.

Sighing, he decided to sort out his ‘little problem’ on his own.

Zim paced back and forth in the living area of his base.

“The Dib is also having dreams of Zim.. How can this be?” he mused.

“I mean, its understandable that he finds ZIIIM attractive, I am a fine looking specimen indeed… but I find the Dib REPULSIVE!” he hopped up on the sofa.

“Hmm.. Yup.. Reeeee-pulsive. Sure is, hehe..” his antenna flopped down to the sides of his head.

He knew himself deep down that this was not the case at all. Watching Dib growing up and changing had sparked a curiosity in him, he hated to admit it to himself.

Nearly a decade had passed, after all. It would make sense if he ended up going just a little crazy.

“Stupid DIB and his HUGE ATTRACTIVE HEAD!” he screamed, swiping at air again.

“D’awww! You is in LOOOOVE with the Dib!” sang Gir, before receiving a swift kick from Zim’s foot, sending him flying into the corner.

“WEHEEEEE!!” he squealed.

“This is RIDICULOUS! I shall return to the pig monkey’s base again tonight, and spy on him then! He must be up to something to make me have all these… HORRIBLE HUMAN feelings! SABOTAGE!! LIES!!!” Zim flailed about on the sofa with vigour, as Gir giggled at him.

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