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Vindicated	By : Marionette Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2117 -:- 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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Chapter Two: Washing Away

Dib groaned as he was dragged from the dreamless blessing of sleep into the harsh reality of consciousness. Finally he gave up trying to pretend he was asleep and opened his eyes. He’d forgotten about stargazing but it didn’t really matter. No pressing duty called him to action, as the weekend was want so the teen merely lay gazing up at his ceiling his mind enveloped in a grey fog.

An increasingly urgent issue would not remained unacknowledged forever nonetheless. “My mouth tastes like wet arse.” Dib told his room and rolled out of bed.

In the bathroom Dib piled toothpaste onto his brush and stuck it in his mouth. The skill of multitasking proved useful as he urinated and scrubbed the taste of sodden buttock from his mouth while gazing at the view from the tiny window above the toilet.

The grey white light of an overcast day cast a surreal quality over the world. Things so perfectly ordinary appeared unnaturally clear, too sharply in focus. An ugly man walked his equally ugly dog down the street, the only thing keeping Dib from drawing the conclusion that the view out his window was truly and insanely talented artist’s surrealism painting rather than the real world. The man quickly moved out of sight however and the imagery of a painting was so accurate and convincing Dib averted eyes, heart fluttering uncomfortably.

Washing his hands then completing his assault on the foul tasting bacteria happily breeding in his mouth, Dib’s mind turned back to a certain councillor once more. The boy’s brow creased. “Get out of my head Dwiky.” he muttered, his habit of talking to himself yet to be an amusing memory. “Stupid man, I forget you for almost ten years and now you suddenly decide to come back and haunt me?”

Dib moved to the shower, turning the water on so hot it would be sure to turn his skin red. As he undressed the teen’s mind threw things at him about Dwiky that Dib didn’t remember noticing at the time in which he knew the man. The way his shirt had pulled against his toned chest. The tempting flash of the gold stud in his ear. The slight smile on his mouth at rest. And his eyes. His clear blue eyes that seemed to stare through you into your darkest parts, and smile.

Dib shook his head pushing the thoughts away and stripping off his clothes, letting them pool on the floor. Stepping into the scalding spray he imagined all the dirt and scum off the world being washed away. Their laughter and cruelties which, while decreased, never stopped. It was worse now because it took place behind their hands while supposedly candid glances where cast his way. The dirty feeling of their eyes judging him, weighing his worth and finding him wanting, was scoured away by the scorching water.

But what was the point? A small part of him whispered this, a reclusive corner of his mind that wallowed in sorrow and seemed to grow with every passing month. What is the point of washing clean when all that will happen is your becoming filthy again? Repeat this action as often as you like, there is no chance for absolution here.

Anymore of this and Dib would have his straight razor pressed to his wrists again. Sighing harshly he cast his mind for something that wouldn’t push him closer to his inevitable suicide. Once again he was presented with the image of Dwiky.

Fine. If that was all his brain could offer he would just have to contend with that. Lathering his hair with shampoo the boy wondered what could have been had Dwiky not been a betraying jackass.

Would they have exposed Zim? Considering the confusion of the moment he strongly suspected that he and Dwiky could have kept the camera from Zim and sent it to the proper people. Zim would have been captured, examined, autopsied. The thought made Dib grin. He imagined being respected, hailed as the saviour of earth. He imagined being believed. A montage similar to the holographic illusion Zim had shown him years ago to find if Dib had thrown a muffin at his head flashed before his eyes. But this time Dwiky stood beside him. As Dib grew older in the fantasy Dwiky stood closer until, on his eighteenth birthday, which was actually a few weeks away, Dwiky stood with his arm around Dib’s waist.

The fantasy deepened and Dib withdrew further into his own head. “Yet again the unstoppable duo Dib and Dwiky have shone light on another mystery. The Lake Spooky Monster and several others have been revealed as true fact.” A narrator cawed excitedly as cameras flashed and news personalities shouted questions.

Dwiky slipped his arm around Dib’s waist and leant close to the boy’s ear. “Congratulations. You’ve done it again Dib.” his breath ghosted across Dib’s ear making the boy shudder delightfully.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Dwiky.” Dib replied never ceasing his smiling waves to the press.

“Oh I don’t know. I think you could have.” Dwiky said moving away to sign some autographs.

Dib flushed and muttered to himself what he could not bring his voice to say to the man. “No I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything without you.”

Later Dib threw himself into the limousine landing on the leather with a happy sound. “Yet another successful venture.” he grinned as his partner slid in next to him. “I think this calls for a celebration.”

“So do I.” Dwiky agreed but in his exultation Dib didn’t hear the blatant suggestion in the older man’s voice.

Dib punched a button and two champagne flutes filled with the bubbly liquid they were designed for appeared from an armrest. Giving one to Dwiky and raising his high Dib toasted. “To finally being allowed to drink, legally.” The stress on this word indicated laws hadn’t stayed the boy’s hand before. “And for all the other perks that come from being considered legally adult.” Dib quirked a knowing eyebrow at his partner who dipped his head in silent concurrence. “And to us!” Dib added euphorically, drinking eagerly from his glass.

“To us.” Dwiky echoed taking a calculated sip, all the while watching Dib. The boy quickly finished the glass and Dwiky plucked it easily from his fingers.

Dib blinked at his companion. “What are you doing?” he asked his voice hitching slightly at the look in Dwiky’s clear blue eyes.

“I think a proper celebration of your coming into adulthood would be to experience every pleasure now available to you.” The blue eyes crinkled in amusement. “Legally.”

Before Dib could ask what he meant Dwiky covered the teen’s lips with his own. The boy’s surprised sound quickly turned into a moan and he eagerly opened his mouth to Dwiky’s plunder. Like a starved man at banquet Dwiky feasted on Dib’s mouth causing the boy to squirm and moan.

Easily the older man slid a hand up Dib’s thigh squeezing, eliciting odd squeaking sounds from the boy until it came to rest on his crotch.

Back in the reality of the shower Dib found himself growing understandably hard. His libido had taken a serious nosedive in recent years and Dib had found no desire to rekindle it. Yet another sign of depression he chose to ignore. However as his length stirred to life Dib thought considering how little it had asked of him in such a long time that he should at least humour it. That decided he wrapped one long hand around himself with a moan and returned to the fantasy.

Dib somehow found himself on his back completely naked with an equally undressed Dwiky atop him. The older man was suckling one hard nipple and Dib was clawing at his back. As Dib moaned and rubbed himself against the other man’s thigh Dwiky moved over to the boy’s left side. A silver ring, something Dob didn’t have but wanted in real life, glistened in the pink flech of his nipple and Dwiky readily took it into his mouth, flipping it with his tongue and tugging it with his teeth.

The scent of sandalwood reached Dib’s nose. His lust addled mind finally identified it as the oil Dwiky used on sore muscles. The muscle he used it on now was more aching than sore, from desire not fatigue.

Dwiky’s eyes locked with Dib’s and the man smiled up at him. Settling easily between the boy’s thighs running a slick finger up Dib’s crease. Dib’s mouth formed a surprised ‘o’ at the pleasure of this sensation.

In the real world Dib slid one of his own fingers into himself his other hand squeezing his length lightly. With each of Dwiky’s imaginary fingers Dib added one of his own but when the fantasy man removed them Dib did not. He ran his hand up and down himself biting his as his fingers sought that elusive wonderful spot.

Dwiky slid into Dib with a slow ease that teased. Dib moaned long and low until the older man was seated completely in him. Dwiky’s head hung between his shoulders as he panted and simply sat balls deep in the lithe teen.

“Oh for the love of all that’s paranormal Dwiky.” Dib groaned in almost pain. “Move!”

Dwiky complied willingly, thrusting slowly at first but quickly losing the tempo at Dib’s encouragement. Hooking an arm under Dib’s leg he opened the boy further, lifting him at the same time. Dib screamed, every thrust hit his prostate sending fire lacing up his nerve endings and turning his vision white. Just when Dib thought his body couldn’t contain anymore pleasure Dwiky wrapped a hand around his dick and started pumping.

Caught between two pleasures it was all Dib could do to remember to breathe. As it was the breath was shallow and gasping. His lungs burned as oxygen thick as syrup was pulled reluctantly into them.

In the real world Dib’s head cracked as it was thrown back against the tiled shower wall and he came nearly biting through his lower lip. Panting and momentarily weakened the evidence of the boys pleasure was washed away. Dib stood with his eyes clenched shut leaning against the wall while he waited for his breath to return. When it did he finished his shower with quick efficient movements. Somehow this fantasy had left Dib feeling emptier than before.

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Well there it is. I’m not sure what the legal age for drinking in America is but in Australia its eighteen so I just went with that ^^. Please forgive me if it’s inaccurate.

I’m not very happy with this smut scene. Not one of my best I think.

It started out very prose-y then it kind of tapered off. Sorry about that *shrugs* Nothing I can really do now.

Please review. Even if you just say you read it. It makes me want to keep writing.

Marionette @-;--
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