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Lost thoughts	By : Sinkayae Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Zim or the characters.. except the one I made and I don't make money off of this.

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- 1-Lost thoughts
- 2-Taste
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Zim has been gone for three days now, he’d normally be here trying to poison the teachers and students. Dib had started getting a bad feeling when Zim didn’t show up the day after he passed out… but he pushed it aside and continued to wait for the alien to show up, which he did.

As Zim walked through the doors of the school his movements were sluggish, he didn’t look like he improved infact it looked like he got worse, the humans began to chatter and stare, was that all they do?

Zim straightened up as much as he could, stomping over to his locker and slamming it open. Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea because now he was holding onto the locker door to keep himself upright.

A kid that was walking by had came to a halt right by him. “..You look like shit, did your fake girlfriend dump you? Or was it your fake boyfriend?”

Oh great, not this kid again. Zim groaned. Why did people have to annoy him when he wasn’t in the mood for it? He bet it was that one annoying kid, the one that liked to bring up his ’fake’ girlfriend or boyfriend… which Zim never remembered making up. Hmm.. What was this kid’s name? Or yes! Jock Jack… that was kind of funny… jock Jack. Zim giggled to himself, he hardly realized what he was even laughing at.

“The hell are you laughing at?” Jack narrowed his eyes at Zim who was starting to giggle even harder. “Well? What’s so funny?”

Still the Irken continued his giggle fit, which turned into insane laughter, what was so funny to begin with? It didn’t really matter, Zim liked to laugh like this again, he hadn’t been able to ever since he got in this state. Pointing a clawed finger at the jock, Zim tried to form words to insult him, but all that came out was more laughter.

Jack‘s voice echoed throughout the hallways as he yelled. “The fuck is wrong with you?!” That seemed to make it worse because now Zim was clutching his sides, the locker door slamming shut as he leaned against it.

People were once again staring, they started to gather around Zim and Jack, surrounding them.

After a moment Zim was able to stop laughing and catch his breath, anger hit him hard. This earthlings… he’s been stuck with them for so long, all because of the tallest and he knew… oh yes, he knew that the tallest dumped him off of this nasty planet to get rid of him! “You filthy worms! You know nothing! A animal could put a wig on and blend in and you’d never know! Zi--” His sentence was suddenly cut off as a form slammed into him.

Dib had shoved through the crowd, he had heard Jack’s scream from earlier but ignored it until he heard Zim’s laugh, he found himself rushing to Zim, shoving people out of his way in time to catch Jack slamming the Irken into the lockers.

A quiet hiss of pain came from Zim as he slowly became aware of the pain blooming in his back, his vision started to swim. He almost felt grateful that he was cut off, he didn’t know what came over him to make him want to tell every worm about how he was a Irken. Urgh.. No time to think, more time to try and escape.

A fist was pulled back before slamming into Zim’s stomach (otherwise known as his squeedly-spooch), causing a choked scream to come from the alien, a pink liquid ran down Zim’s lip, but the attack didn’t stop, he continued to slam his fist into Zim’s

Dib felt his insides clench, he barely realized what he said until it came out. “Hey! Leave him alone!” Well. Now he felt kind of stupid.

Jack paused his attack on Zim, turning his attention to Dib who just sat there, nervously glancing at Zim then to the jock. He released his hold on Zim who sunk to the ground, coughing and holding his stomach.

Okay, that worked… but now what was Dib going to do? “Uhh.. Look! It’s the principal!” Just about everyone turned to look in the direction he pointed. Quickly Dib grabbed Zim’s wrist, jerked him to his feet roughly, dragging him through the crowd and around a corner, shoving him into a classroom, locking any doors in the room and closing the shades.

Zim just sat on the floor quietly (he would have been standing if Dib hadn‘t had shoved him so hard), watching Dib try and block off any source of anyone seeing them, he opened his mouth to say something, but paused… he didn’t feel like talking actually with that thought in mind he shut his mouth.

Now that every window, door and anything else that could lead to them being seen was shut or covered up Dib let out a quiet sigh before heading over to Zim. Dib sat down on his knees in front of Zim, tugging the wig off, which Zim made a small noise of protest, but made no other move.

Zim’s antennas raised slightly, but then they went back down as if the wig was still there. Dib frowned slightly, running his fingers down one of the antennas, taking the end in his hand to inspect it, but as he did that, Zim fell forward, nuzzling into his chest, giving up on trying to keep himself up.

“Stop touching Zim.” The Irken’s voice was muffled by the shirt.

Dib released the antenna quickly, shoving Zim back into his sitting position and slapping the wig back on his head which caused a whine of pain to come from the smaller one, which he apologized for quietly. “Take off your shirt, I want to see your stomach.”

Zim glanced up, narrowing on eye and widening the other. “You wish to see Zim’s squeedly-spooch?”

Blinking, Dib dropped his hands into his lap, he forgot it was called that. “..Yes, I wish to see your uhh.. ‘squeedly-spooch.”

Well, maybe that could of gone better. Zim had yanked his shirt down even more, narrowing his eyes at Dib and backing up until his back was pressed against a wall. “Why?!”

“Because! I want to see how much damage Jack caused!” Dib shoved himself up once again moving over to Zim and dropping down to his knees, grabbing the bottom of the shirt, trying to tug it up, but Zim was holding it down.

Zim was not happy with this turn of events, he would prefer to be beating up the bully right now then have Dib-stink try and rip his shirt off. “Stop pulling!” Of course that didn’t work, Zim used one arm to keep his shirt pulled down as he used his other hand to shove against Dib’s face.

“Knock it off Zim! I’m trying to help!”

“I didn’t ask for your help, human filth!”

“That’s too bad! I’m giving it to you!”

“Let g--”

Zim’s last shout was cut off by a pair of lips pressed against his own, Dib had lost his balance on his knees and fell forward, crashing his lips into Zim’s.

Silence. It was quiet for a long moment, neither bothering to pull back or move, too shocked to move until Zim punched Dib. “How dare you do something so vile to me?!”

“Ow! The hell?! It was a accident! I slipped!” Dib rubbed his sore cheek, glaring at Zim.

Pushing himself up, Zim used the wall to steady himself before he fell, his vision was darkening and he was starting to feel dizzy. Maybe… maybe he should let Dib-worm look at his stomach. He allowed himself to sink back down against the wall, feeling slightly better that he didn’t have to stand.

Dib glanced at Zim, raising a brow at the dazed alien, then something clicked, the other was having problems again. Dib grinned widely. “What? Already can’t handle moving?”

Zim opened his mouth to snap back, but he was already getting a headache, he just wanted Dib to do whatever and make his squeedly-spooch feel better. “..Hurry up and do what ever you need to do… Zim wants to go to his base.”

That was surprising slightly, Zim sounded so defeated. Dib sighed, glancing to the side, trying to think of some sort of apology that didn’t sound like a apology, when he came up with nothing he carried on with the task at hand.

This time Zim didn’t try to tug his shirt down or anything, he just sat there as Dib pulled his shirt off, struggling slightly when he tried to get it over Zim’s gloves.

The skin on Zim’s squeedly-spooch had become a darker green and by the looks of it, it was just a type of bruise… hopefully. Dib carefully touched the dark spot, forgetting about how Zim didn’t want to be touched.

A quiet sound came from Zim clearly of pain. Dib was about to pull his hand back, but he continued to run his fingers over the green flesh. It was odd, being able to feel it and to see it up close without getting nearly killed… he kind of wondered what it tasted like, glancing up at Zim for a moment.

The Irken’s eyes were closed tightly in pain as his claws scraped uselessly against the ground as if to get away.

Dib stared at Zim quietly before leaning down and running his tongue over the bruise which caused Zim to squeak loudly from pain or the feeling of a tongue on his skin, Dib wasn’t quite sure, but he didn’t want to stop either way.

Zim couldn’t decide if he liked this feeling or not, it made the bruise feel slightly better atleast, still… he felt so weak like this, his mind was starting to go blank. Zim shoved weakly against Dib’s shoulders. “No.. more.. ‘m tired..”

Everything shut off in Dib’s mind as he grinned against Zim’s skin, running his tongue up Zim’s chest to his neck, causing the smaller to squirm under him. He sucked at the junction between neck and shoulder, leaving a rather dark spot there, but not as dark as the bruise.

This needed to stop, Zim didn’t want to spend anymore time with this horny worm! Wiggling around, Zim tried to free himself only to have lips crash down onto his once again.

Dib licked and sucked at Zim’s bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and biting at it lightly before letting go, trailing kisses along Zim’s jaw line, ignoring how the Irken struggled against him to get free. Dib ran his fingertips along Zim’s sides, stopping at the hem of Zim’s pants.

Panic raised in Zim’s body and before he could really tell what he was doing he shoved Dib off quickly, breathing heavily. Pain hit him like a brick wall which made him flop over and curl up, hugging his knees to his chest as if that’d help, but it was making the pain in his stomach worse.

Dib blinked, slowly he realized what happened, frowning slightly, he tried to tug Zim’s legs away from his chest, the Irken bit on his bottom lip to stifle a cry of pain. Okay… that wouldn’t work, sliding his arms under Zim he lifted him up.

Zim nuzzled into the sudden warmth… it felt like that same warmth that saved him from falling on the germy floor. Zim could feel himself starting to drift to sleep, but he didn’t go to sleep without mumbling. “..Will… dye Dib-worm… green… look better..” He lout a loud laugh before he fell asleep.

“..And now I know I shouldn’t sleep and accept things from Zim… might even want to stay away if I want my skin the same..” He continued to ramble on as he shifted Zim’s weight to one arm with difficulties, opening the door with one hand, then putting his arm back under Zim. This day seemed to be good and bad… what was good or bad Dib didn’t know.
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A/N: Well, I’m going to stop here, I’ll write a longer chapter next time, I hope there wasn’t too much OOC.. Hmm.. Anyway! Jock Jack.. Wasn’t all that funny Zim, really wasn’t.. weirdo.
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