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Chapter 32: Service

*This chapter is dedicated to my Tallest, Invader Spork. Long live the Irken Empire!

Dib lay on his bed with his laptop open before him, busily trying to hack into the Octagon database. In truth, he’d needed to take a break earlier after spending five hours solid trying to crack the code, which was why he’d gone and grabbed a soda and paid a visit to Zim in the first place. He sighed, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. He almost jumped out of his skin when there was a voice behind him.

“Come and change my bandages, Dib-beast.” Zim grumbled. It was an excuse for having the human’s company, but he considered it to be a sufficiently bearable one.

Dib blinked at him and then nodded, getting up. “Okay, sure.” He grabbed the package of clean bandages he’d managed to wrestle off of GIR before the little robot decided that he wanted to use the rest of them to mummify his toy monkey. Zim really ought to stop letting GIR watch documentaries…

Following Zim into his chamber and then into the bathing room, he started filling a small basin with gel, searching for a clean cloth.

“What are you doing?” Zim’s eyes narrowed.

Dib looked over at him, puzzled. “I was going to clean you up before putting the new bandages on. Why?”

Zim snorted. “I may as well just bathe and dry off, then.”

Dib shrugged. “That’s your choice.” He went over to Zim and touched his shoulder, undoing the fastening for the bandage there, slowly removing it and lifting the dressing, inspecting the wound. “You seem to be healing okay, from what I can tell. I don’t have much medical knowledge as it pertains to Irkens.”

“Of course you don’t,” Zim growled as he flexed his arm, then leaned over and flipped the switch to run the gel into the tub, “you never got the chance to dissect me.” When he turned his eyes on Dib again, they were filled with a dark and smoldering hatred.

Dib flinched as if he’d been slapped, then dropped his gaze. “I’ve apologized for the way I treated you, Zim…I don’t really know what else to say.”

Zim just scowled. “Did I tell you to stop? Finish taking them off.”

Sighing softly, Dib began to unravel the rest of the bandages, checking each of the wounds carefully, then stepping back and throwing the soiled materials into the disposal bin. He watched as Zim stood shakily and climbed into the tub, the hateful scowl still on his face.

Dib sat down on the edge of the tub and picked at a loose thread in the knee of his jeans.

The Irken frowned. “Why are you still here?”

Dib quirked a brow. “Why not?”

Zim opened his mouth to snap at him, then found that his superior mind wasn’t coming up with anything to say in reply. Scowling, he turned back to his task of gingerly washing his body. He jumped in surprise when he felt a warm gel-soaked cloth gliding over his back, and he glared at Dib, his eyes narrowed.

“What do you think you’re doing, earth-stink?”

“You’re still sore from last night, aren’t you?”

Zim frowned. “Yes.”

Dib nodded, continuing to wash Zim’s back. “I’m saving you the trouble of having to reach back here, then, because it might make you feel worse.”

Zim quirked an antenna, one eye narrowing suspiciously. “Why would you care if I felt worse?”

Dib met Zim’s eyes, trying to think of an explanation the Irken would accept. “Because…because we’re trying to conquer the Earth. You can’t conquer a planet unless you’re in top condition.”

Zim considered this and then nodded. “That’s true.” He tilted his head forward as Dib scrubbed his back gently, his eyes drifting closed as he uttered a low purr.

Dib just smiled and shook his head, relieved that he’d finally gotten Zim to relax a little. Man, were all Irkens this uptight? As he ran the cloth gently over Zim’s skin, he noticed two small shiny circles on Zim’s back, right where the pak usually rested. Touching them gently with his fingers, he felt the tips of the two metallic posts. “What are these?”

“Hmm?” Zim had almost dozed off, but his antenna twitched and he lifted his head when he felt Dib’s fingers running over his connectors. “Oh…connectors. They link me to my pak.”

“How do they work?” Dib knelt down beside the tub, running the cloth along one of Zim’s arms.

Zim yawned, then sighed. “Well…when an Irken is born, the connectors are fused into the spinal column…” he stretched out his arm for Dib to wash, curling and uncurling his long fingers. “The Pak is attached to the connectors, and the smeet is delivered a powerful electric charge to activate the Pak and attune it to the smeet’s nervous system.” He allowed Dib to take his other arm, relaxing as the human delivered his services. “Each Irken is given a pak at birth, and has it for life. If at any time the pak is broken, removed or destroyed, the Irken is crippled.” Zim clenched his teeth as he remembered exactly how close he’d come to having that happen the night before.

Dib saw the tenseness in Zim’s features and reached out, running the cloth over the side of his neck, trying to distract him. “What do you mean, ‘removed’?”

Zim shuddered. “Removed by force.” A chill ran down his spine and he wrapped his arms around himself tightly. “I’ve only seen it happen once. It’s horrific…a procedure that can break the most hardened Irken soldier. The trauma destroys the spinal column and overloads the nervous system. Thankfully it often results in the subject bleeding to death.” He swallowed hard, his arms still wrapped tightly around himself.

Dib frowned. “You’ve seen it happen?”

Zim nodded, shuddering again. “Public execution.”

Dib’s eyes widened in shock. “Your own people actually initiated the procedure?”

“Yes…” Zim murmured, his fingers digging into his arms as he wrapped them tighter around himself. “The Irken was a traitor to the Empire. Tallest Miyuki ordered his execution…deactivation wasn’t enough, apparently.”

“Deactivation?”

Zim frowned. “Yes. It’s what they do to defective Irkens.” He opened his eyes and scowled at Dib. “I don’t want to talk about this any more.”

Dib nodded, holding out a hand. “Arm?”

Zim held out his arm again, sighing as Dib washed it gently. “You please me, human.”

Dib’s eyes widened in surprise. “I do?”

Zim nodded, then scowled, aghast that he’d said such a thing. “On occasion…rarely. On rare occasions.” He shook his head, chiding himself inwardly for allowing the human’s pleasurable attentions to distract him enough to say something positive.

“I understand.” Dib smiled. Hey, it was Zim—he’d take what he could get. He bunched up his t-shirt sleeves and reached down into the gel, lifting up one of Zim’s long legs and starting to scrub it slowly with the cloth. “So which one’s Miyuki, the red one or the purple one?”

Zim burst out laughing, amused at the mere suggestion. When he finally stopped laughing, he wiped a tear of mirth away from one eye. “Neither…”

“I thought you said Miyuki was a Tallest?” Dib quirked a brow, still running the cloth carefully over Zim’s skin.

“I did say that, Dib-stink.” He rolled his eyes, his relaxed state allowing him to tolerate the human’s ignorance. “Miyuki was a Tallest. She was succeeded in reign by Spork, then by Red and Purple. The only reason Red and Purple are both Tallests is because they’re exactly the same height.”

“I see.” Dib murmured, dipping the cloth into the warm gel again, beginning to wash Zim’s foot. “So gender has no bearing on the rule of the Irken Empire, then.”

Zim wiggled his two toes, quirking an antenna and looking at the human as if he had the brain worms. “Of course not. Why would it?”

Dib blinked at him, then blushed. “Um…never mind. It…it’s a stupid human thing. Anyway…” he washed gently between Zim’s toes, noting the smooth skin and lack of toenails. “So what happened to Miyuki, then? Did she pass the reign over to Spork, or did Spork just get taller than her?”

“Um…not exactly…” Zim blushed, clearing his throat. “I’m not sure that’s a story I want to discuss.”

Dib blinked at Zim, then nodded, trying to hide a grin. “Okay…”

Zim cleared his throat again and tried to look intimidating. “Keep washing, Dib-beast.”

Dib resumed washing Zim’s foot, his glasses sliding down his nose a little. “So then, what happened to Spork?”

Zim turned even redder, and he looked away awkwardly. “I don’t really want to discuss that either.”

Dib looked up at the blush on Zim’s face, then down again so the Irken didn’t see him grinning. “Okay…I won’t ask.”

Zim nodded. “Good.” He frowned again, in what he hoped was a stern and intimidating way. “Besides, if I were to truly follow the Irken rules of war, I would destroy you now for knowing too much.”

Dib set Zim’s leg down in the gel and lifted the other one, looking up at Zim and quirking a brow as he ran the cloth over the skin. “Then why don’t you?”

The Irken contemplated Dib for a long time, then shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly. “You are useful to me at this point in time.”

Dib nodded, scrubbing the bottom of Zim’s foot. “Well, I guess that’s something to be proud of.” He ran the cloth between Zim’s toes, wiping the sweat from his forehead with one forearm. “It’s what I was aiming for, anyway.”

Zim nodded absently, his eyes drifting closed again.

When Dib finished with Zim’s leg, he lowered it into the gel again and looked up at the Invader. It looked like he was asleep, but Dib couldn’t really tell. Moving up to the head of the tub again, he ran the cloth over Zim’s chest, careful not to rub the abrasions too hard. Leaning over the tub to trail the cloth down Zim’s side, he didn’t see the Irken open his eyes to watch him.

In truth, Dib didn’t know why he was doing this…there was no real reason for him to be so thorough. It wasn’t like he was Zim’s slave or anything…well, at least not any more…Maybe he was trying to earn a little extra trust on his part. But that didn’t really make sense either…Dib sighed as he tried to figure out what his motives for caring for Zim like this were, leaning over a little further to get the small of Zim’s back, his arm curling around the Invader’s waist under the gel. By doing this, he put himself nose-to-nose with Zim, and was startled when he realized he was being watched. Dib froze, his cheeks flushing a little. “Um...do you want me to stop?” He asked nervously, not sure what the Invader was thinking.

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “No…I was just watching.”

“Oh.” Dib swallowed hard. “I…I can get done faster if you stand up. Or if you sit on the edge.”

Zim grinned, sensing the human’s nervousness, seeing it in his eyes. He wasn’t quite sure why it thrilled him so much. It was a pleasant feeling, though, since he was extremely vulnerable without his pak and in his current injured state. “You say that as if I would actually want to make things easier for you, Dib-slave.”

Dib smiled grudgingly. “Yeah.” He trailed the cloth over Zim’s stomach beneath the surface of the gel. “But I thought you were in a hurry to fix your pak…”

Zim considered this, then shrugged. “I am…but I want to make sure my injuries are fully cared for before resuming my work.” He grinned, then grabbed both of Dib’s wrists, tugging him down so he was slightly off-balance. “Besides,” he purred, “I’d rather watch you slave to please me.”

Dib teetered, his glasses sliding down his nose again, sweat trailing down his forehead once more. “Is that what I’m doing?”

Zim snickered, giving him a threatening tug, watching him try to balance himself. “You tell me, human.”

Dib blinked at him, holding his breath for a moment before letting it out slowly. “I’m just being thorough.”

Zim switched one of Dib’s wrists over so he was holding the human captive with one hand. His free hand shot out and he grabbed the hard bulge in Dib’s jeans. “I think you’re lying.”

Dib gasped, not having realized he was hard. And having Zim’s fingers digging into his crotch while his wrists were so enticingly restrained didn’t help much. He squirmed, clearing his throat. “I…I guess I like to please you…” He swallowed hard. “To be honest, pleasing you would be better than having you hate me…it would make my life a little easier, at least.”

Zim scowled. “Whether your life is easy or not is of no concern to me, Dib-beast. However, using you for my own devices is…suitable to me at this time.” He stood, although his balance faltered for a moment. Perhaps he wasn’t yet as strong as he’d anticipated, but no matter…he forced the human down onto his knees before him.

Dib clenched his teeth and pulled away, rising to his feet. “Let go of my wrists, Zim.”

The Irken scowled. “How dare you try to order—” he was cut off when the human yanked free of his grip, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

Catching Zim in his arms was a reflex, not a conscious act of consideration. Dib set him down and pulled away, scowling as he turned and walked out of the room. “Come and get me when you’re finished and I’ll put the bandages on. I have work to do.”

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For anyone who isn't aware of the history of Miyuki/Spork and their relation to Zim, here's a link for the script to the episode that was never animated, but details the history: http://www.thescarymonkeyshow.com/features/trans/trialdraft.htm

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