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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: Where in the world have I been for so long?! Not even I know. All I know was that it was filled with immature morons and kept me busy for most of the day. Oh yeah, that's called "college". XD Bad joke, I know. It's late. So I'll stop rambling and let you all read onwards!
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. Zim, Dib, Keef, Gaz, all other characters, places, planets, species, and terminology associated with these characters and Invader Zim belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. Krill is mine, though, and so is The Mask. I make NO money off of this piece of fiction.
000
Zim awoke the next morning in Dib’s arms. The older teen was still asleep, nestled against Zim’s chestnut hair. Zim sighed contently and nuzzled under Dib’s chin. Last night was, strangely enough, so much better then with Moth. Why was that? Zim loved both men…didn’t he? Oh…Moth…Zim paused. Why did everything come back to Moth?! First it was all going back to Krill, then Dib, and now Moth. Couldn’t Zim clear his mind for once? Zim chuckled. Of course not. That would be too easy. And the universe just loved screwing with him. Just like the guys in his life. Zim chuckled at his own thoughts and noticed Dib waking up.
“Morning.” Dib greeted, hugging Zim close.
“Morning.” Zim agreed, kissing Dib.
They pulled apart and Dib pressed his foreheads to Zim’s. “That was amazing.” He said.
Zim nodded. “Yup.” He said.
Dib laughed. “Hey…can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” Zim shrugged. “What?”
“Your club boyfriend…uh…how…serious is it?”
Zim flushed instantly. “Oh.” He muttered. “Well…we…you know…a couple times but…what about you?”
“Same here.” Dib said. “We both agreed that our real relationships wouldn’t get in the way, so…”
Zim thought for a minute. “Would you like to meet him?”
“Meet him?” Dib raised an eyebrow. “Uh…sure.” He smiled. “You can meet mine too, if you want.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Someone knocked on Dib’s bedroom door. “Zim, Dib, lunch!” Gaz said. “The monitor won’t give me food until you enter the approval code!”
“Approval code?” Zim repeated.
“It’s a long story. I just have to press ‘yes’ when it asks me something. It’s a recorded message from dad, since he’s at work a lot.” Dib explained quickly. “Coming, Gaz!”
“Hurry up!” Gaz ordered. “Get dressed and get out here!”
“How did she…?” Zim’s eyes widened.
“She probably came in here earlier to see if I was home or not.” Dib shrugged. “Wait, she said lunch. What time is it?”
Zim turned and looked at the clock on Dib’s nightstand. “Noon.”
“We slept all morning?!” Dib asked, startled. He sat up. “Did your parents say when you had to be back?”
Zim gave him a look.
“Oh…right…” Dib flushed. “Sorry, I forget sometimes.”
“It’s okay.” Zim laughed. “Not everyone can remember everything all of the time.”
Dib’s door flew open and both the boys looked towards it. Gaz stood in the doorway, her face showing anger at her brother for not moving quicker.
“I said get out here and enter your approval code now!”
“Can’t you enter it?” Dib groaned. “You only have to hit ‘yes’.”
“It checks DNA, Dib, it will know if I press it twice.” Gaz said. “If you don’t get your ass up now, I don’t care if you don’t have pants on. I will drag you downstairs myself!”
“Alright, alright!” Dib rolled his eyes. “Turn around so I can change.”
Gaz growled, but did as he asked. Dib slid out of bad and yanked his pants up, buttoning the brass button on the top. “Sorry, Zim.” He said. “I’ll be back.” Dib leaned over and kissed his boyfriend, before racing out the door after Gaz.
Zim sighed and sat up. Noon already? It felt earlier then that. Zim couldn’t believe he’d asked Dib to meet Moth. What was he thinking?
000
When Monday rolled around, Dib and Zim walked through the front gates of the Skool holding hands. People were whispering and looking, but neither teen cared. Zim leaned his head on Dib’s shoulder as they walked, sending a glare at a kid who gave them both a look that Zim didn’t like. He recognized it as disgusted mixed with anger. But with how some people were around town, it was no surprise. People had been giving them looks on the way over, considering that they rode the City Bus together. Zim lad leaned against Dib, laying sideways on the seat. A little kid that was across from them had loudly asked his mother why ‘those boys are sitting like that’. Her response had equally been as loud, and it wasn’t something Zim liked. He was glad they got to Skool when they did, or he would have said something.
Keef bounded over to Dib and Zim when he saw them come closer. “About time, you two!” Keef said dramatically, pointing his finger in the air.
“Shut up, Keef.” Zim ordered, lightly shoving the redhead.
Keef giggled.
“You already knew about us, genius.” Dib added.
“Well, yea, but you guys weren’t all lovey-dovey.” Keef said. “Did something happen between you?”
A glare from Zim and a blush on Dib’s cheeks made Keef squeal and put his hands to his mouth.
“I knew it!”
“We went out, Keef, don’t get any ideas.” Zim sighed, already knowing what the other was thinking.
Just because he was happy to be with Dib didn’t mean he wanted his friends knowing the intimate parts of their relationship. He wasn’t even going to tell Moth, let alone Keef.
“His blush says otherwise.”
“If I’m blushing, it’s only because it didn’t sound right.” Dib snapped.
“Sure, sure.” Keef rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Dibby!”
“Dibby?” Dib arched an eyebrow.
“What’s going on?” Torque asked, clamping a hand onto Dib’s shoulder. ‘I could hear Keef from the front steps.”
The others were with him. Sarah was looking at Zim and Dib’s intertwined hands, almost longingly. Zim wondered if she wanted to be the one holding Dib’s hand. Zim gave Dib’s hand a light squeeze and smiled when Sarah looked at him. She glared, but she didn’t say anything.
“Keef thinks me and Zim…” Dib paused. “You know.”
“Well, did you?” Torque raised an eyebrow.
Dib didn’t answer.
“No answer means yes.” Brian warned.
“It’s not your business.” Zim responded for Dib.
Dib nodded. “I agree.” He said. “I don’t ask about what you two do.” He nodded to Zita.
“I’d tell you if you wanted to know.” Torque informed.
“You’d better not.” Zita hissed, warning him with her eyes.
“I wouldn’t be specific!”
“Hey, you two.” Keef addressed them. “We’re pretty open around here about relationships, and we welcome you into the gang, but tell us stories of your sexual conquests and I will seriously hurl. More then 50% of us are gay over here, you know.”
Zim stifled his laughter against the back of his hand.
“Shut up, Keef.” Torque ordered.
“It’s true, you know.” Gaz pointed out, scowling at the jock.
The bell rang before Torque could retaliate. “Hey, Dib, can we talk for a minute?” Torque asked.
“Uh…sure.” Dib said. He kissed Zim. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.” Zim smiled. “See ya later.”
Keef grabbed Zim by the arm. “Come on, Romeo.” He said. “We need to talk to. Like, now.”
“Uh…” Zim couldn’t say more as Keef yanked him away by the arm.
The others followed, waving goodbye to Dib and his friends.
Dib turned to Torque. “What’s up?” He asked.
“Look…” Torque paused. “This whole bonding thing our groups our doing…I don’t think it’s working well.”
“What do you mean?” Dib asked. “You guys are getting along with Zim’s friends, right?”
“Yeah, at the party we did.” Jessica said.
“Keef is just a little too much to handle, still.” Brian informed. “And they aren’t too happy with us being here.”
“What are you talking about?” Dib laughed. “I don’t see any real problems.”
“You heard Keef, right?”
“Heterosexual displays of intimacy gross him out.” Dib shrugged. “Like when Zim and I kiss in front of you guys. I know you don’t like it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like me. Keef’s just expressing his opinion, is all.”
“Just cause you two are dating, does that mean we have to hang with them all the time?” Sarah wondered twirling some of her long, navy blue hair between her fingers.
“Well, no, I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable…” Dib rubbed the back of his neck. “But once and a while, could you try?”
“Fine, for you, we will.” Rob agreed.
Dib smiled softly. “Thanks guys.”
000
“So why do we need to talk?” Zim asked Keef as he was pulled down the hall.
“You.” Keef said. “We wanted to ask you something.” His voice had a strange singing quality to it.
“…Yeah?” Zim was a bit hesitant.
“Well, the GLASS club normally celebrates birthdays with a big party.” Gretchen said.
“You guys really like parties, huh?” Zim wondered.
“You don’t know the half of it.” Gaz sneered.
“Oh stop being so grumpy, Gazzy!” Keef ordered.
Gaz’s left eyebrow twitched. “Did you just call me ‘Gazzy’?”
“You can doom him later, Gaz.” Dirge said. “Let him ask Zim the question first.”
“Thanks, Dirgy!” Keef smiled at his friend.
“Dirgy?” The other boy repeated.
Gretchen and Melvin shrugged.
“So when’s your birthday?” Keef asked. “We wanna celebrate it!”
“I…really wish you wouldn’t.” Zim muttered. He didn’t want to have to calculate his birthday. It was October here, but it was May or so back home.
“Please?” Keef begged, giving Zim a puppy-dog look.
“I don’t want a party.” Zim waved his hands. “My birthday isn’t a big deal!”
He didn’t know his real birthday anyway, having been living in the streets for four years until his mother found him. They called the day that she took him home his birthday. November 5.
“Just let him know when it is. He’ll forget if he doesn’t write it down, anyway.” Gaz informed.
“November 5.” Zim answered. Technically, his birthday would be April 5 on Earth, but this was easier.
That was when Zim noticed Keef scribbling on his hand with a pen. “Oh, come on, Keef!” Zim begged. “Get that off your hand!”
“Nope!” Keef beamed. “We’re celebrating it now. Yay!”
“Keef, I normally don’t threaten people, but…” Zim paused. “If you don’t wipe that off of your hand, I’ll wipe it off of your hand for you.”
Gaz raised an eyebrow, pausing her Gameslave for once in her life. “I think I’m starting to like you a bit more.” She informed.
“Uh…thanks.” Zim turned back to Keef. “Please Keef?” He asked.
“Hmmm.” Keef pretended to think for a moment. “You’ll have to catch me!” He took off down the hall.
“Don’t do this, Keef.” Gretchen moaned.
Zim snarled. “I’ll catch him.” He jumped and sped off after the other boy, chasing him through the crowded hallways and dodging people.
The bell rang as they sped past Mr. Elliot.
“Boys, no running in the halls!” He called after them. “Get to class!”
000
Once lunch came around, Dib wasn’t surprised to find that his friends were at a separate table from the GLASS members. It was probably due to lack of space, but the others had clearly stated their annoyance with the others. Dib sighed and took a seat next to Zim, kissing him on the cheek.
“Hey.” Zim greeted, not taking his eyes off of Keef.
The redhead seemed indifferent to the looks that he was getting. Dib wondered what was wrong.
“What’s up?” Dib asked.
“Keef wants to celebrate Zim’s birthday, but Zim doesn’t want him to.” Gaz answered, nonchalantly.
“It’s your birthday?” Dib gulped.
Zim laughed. “No, my birthday’s November 5^th.” He responded. “Keef wrote it on his hand. He got the idea from someone else.” Zim looked at Gaz.
“What?” She asked, shrugging.
“It’s coming up, then?” Dib asked. “Cool.”
Zim smiled softly. “I guess.” He said. He didn’t see the big deal about a birthday. It just meant that another year had passed by where he didn’t do anything significant. Well, other then running away from home for stupid reasons. Zim admitted he’d done wrong when he left, but he was glad he did. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the friends he did. Let alone being with Dib. It was strange, but Zim couldn’t imagine being without Dib and the others, even though he’d only known them a few weeks.
“What do you mean, ‘you guess’?” Dib wondered. “It’s your first birthday with us! We have to throw you a party!”
“Thank you!” Keef said from the other side of the table. “Maybe he’ll listen to you, since you slept together and all.”
“We did not!” Zim and Dib yelled at once, bursting into laughter once they realized what they’d done.
“Oh no.” Gaz sighed. “Next comes finishing each other’s sentences.”
Zim glared at her and Dib laughed. “No party.” Zim told Dib. “I don’t want one.”
“But…”
“Please, Dib?” Zim wondered, giving Dib a pleading look that Keef used on Mr. C all the time.
Zim wondered if the other had the hots for their math teacher, but that went away quickly. The only person Keef seemed to have a genuine crush on was Zim. He did kiss him at the reunion, after all. He probably shouldn’t tell Dib. Dib didn’t like Keef much from the start, so he’d probably react badly to the news. The last thing Zim wanted to do was cause problems between his boyfriend and what could only be classified as his first friend, if not best. Best friend…that term seemed so foreign. Zim was used to his guards scaring away anyone who got close. This was a welcome change though. It was so boring to have nothing but his family and his illegal weapons to keep him company. Speaking of, he was really slacking off on making the stun gun he wanted to try out. Just in case those guys that jumped him two weeks ago came back. Zim wanted to be prepared to fry them without a second thought. He kind of wanted to do the same thing to Keef right now. If he didn’t get rid of the writing on his hand, at least. He’d been going over it again and again to make sure it didn’t come off. Zim wished he hadn’t, but there wasn’t much he could do.
“Keef.” Zim said, his voice dangerously calm. “Would you please get that off of your hand and forget when my birthday is? I really don’t want a party. I never have, and I don’t wanna start now.”
“You’re never had a birthday party?” Keef asked. “Well, then damn are we throwing you the best one you never got!”
“Keef, come on!” Zim whined. He didn’t like having to whine, and playing the whole ‘prince’ card wouldn’t work in this situation. “I hate to say it, but I’ll do anything you want if you get rid of it.”
“Anything?” Keef’s eyes sparkled.
Dib growled possessively. He didn’t like that look.
Zim sighed, defeated. “Yeah.”
“Hm…” Keef thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and tapping his finger on his chin. “I guess I could work with that.” He smirked. He took Gretchen’s almost-empty water bottle and poured a few drops on his hand. He scrubbed with a napkin until the ink was washed off. “Now, what shall I have you do?” He assumed his thinking pose again. A pose Zim had a feeling he didn’t use often.
“How about a kiss?” Keef puckered his lips. “I’m waiting.”
“You’re waiting for a punch across the face, Keef, I swear.” Dib threatened softly.
“It’s fine, Dib.” Zim smiled. “It’s not like it means anything. But you have to close your eyes, okay, Keef?”
Keef nodded and shut his eyes while Dib gaped. There was no way Zim was going to do this. Zim sighed. He wet his index and middle fingers with water from Gretchen’s water bottle that had landed on the table. He pressed his fingers to Keef’s lips before pulling them away and sitting. Keef grinned like an idiot. "Thank you!”
Gaz burst into laughter, shocking the others.
“Are you okay, Gaz?” Dib asked.
Gaz shook her head at Zim. “You’re such an ass.” She said.
“Hey, I said I’d do it.” Zim winked.
Dib laughed. How could he ever think Zim would willingly kiss anyone else? Well, other than Moth. But Dib was going to meet him, so it was good. Right?
000
Gym class came around again. Zim, Dib, and their merging groups of friends sat on the grass on the inside of the track. Coach Walrus paced back and forth.
“Listen up!” He ordered. “Today we are going to run laps on the track.”
Kids moaned.
“It will prepare you for the horrors you will have to face as an adult.” Coach Walrus said. “One day, you will all thank me for this, I can assure you of that!”
Zim doubted that.
“You will either run twenty laps, or run until you collapse. Whichever comes first. I don’t care either way, because I still get paid.” Coach Walrus said. “I don’t want anyone walking a complete lap and I don’t want to see anyone resting on the sides of the track unless I blow my whistle and call for a time out. For those of you who had me as a coach last year, you know full well that I do not do that very often. Now, all of you get up and get to work!” He took a deep breath and blew into the whistle.
The kids groaned and stood, but they ran onto the track anyway to avoid being whistled at. Zim, Dib, and the others stayed close to one another as other kids either raced ahead of them, or trailed behind. Zim found the pace they were going at to be a little slow.
“Hey, you guys mind if I go my own pace?” Zim asked. “I feel like I’m crawling, no offense.”
“None taken!” Keef offered. “Besides, if you run ahead of us, then we can see that cute little ass of yours.”
“Keef!” Dib scolded with a glare. “Stop hitting on my boyfriend in front of me.”
People stared at the term ‘boyfriend’, but they stopped when Torque gave them warning glares.
“Oh, relax Mr. Grumpy-Puss!” Keef responded. “I’m just messing around. I know Zim’s your boy…” he paused.
“Boyfriend?” Gretchen offered softly.
“Yeah, that.” Keef grunted out quickly.
Zim rolled his eyes. “I’m just gonna go now…” He said. Before anyone could say anything more, he took off down the track, passing kids who had previously been passing him and his friends. After ten laps, Coach walrus blew his whistle. “Zim, come here!” He ordered. “The rest of you keep moving!” he blew the whistle as loud as he could.
Zim winced and jogged over to the coach. “Yes, Coach?”
“Zim, I have never seen anyone run that fast in my career as a coach!”
He was so loud! Zim wondered if he and Screamy were related somehow. “Thank you?” Zim asked apprehensively.
“How would you like to join our school track team? We could win a lot of meets if we had a member like you!”
“Uh…can you tone down your voice a bit? I’m sensitive to loud noises.”
The coach glared at him. “It’s a yes or no question, Zim.” He said. “And I don’t want to hear anything about asking your parents. You’re old enough to make these decisions on your own! You’re in high school, not Pampereds!”
Not in what? “Uh…yes?” Zim offered weakly.
“Good.” Coach nodded once. “Go finish your laps. Eleven more to go!”
“Uh…ten, sir…”
“You want to go to the principal’s office?”
“No. Sorry, sir.” Zim said, before running back to the track.
“What did coach want?” Dib wondered, once he caught up to his boyfriend.
“He asked me to join the track team.” Zim shrugged.
“And you said…?”
“I said yes.” Zim shrugged again. “I don’t see a problem. I’ll be free at night and on weekends, I assume, so we can still go out and stuff.”
Dib smiled. “I know you wouldn’t ditch me for some sports team.” He said, kissing the other boy on the cheek.
“You know me pretty well, huh?” Zim chuckled.
Dib nodded. “I think I do.”
Not enough.
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