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Under Glass	By : LiesDee Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had taken over a month for Dib to come around. It had been horrible. His skin was still pocked with fading sores and the wounds he’d inflicted on himself scratching them. Luckily, he’d been delusional and feverish for most of it, and now found that he could barely remember anything except for the sight of Zim sitting with him, attending him, holding him once he began to heal.
“Zim?”
“Yes?”
“What do I, well, look like? I mean. . .I’ve never seen another Irken, besides you. . .am I, do I look. . .okay?” Dib had always been deathly afraid that someone would find out about him, about the way he really looked. For one thing, he was short. Not as short as Zim, but, well, pretty short by human standards. He had big red eyes, and green skin, and these little antennae that stuck out from the top of his head. Since Professor Membrane had provided him with the holo-disguise, just before he’d started kindergarden, Dib hadn’t actually had to look at his real body more than a few times a year, for the physical examinations he received at his father’s lab. He knew that by human standards he was ugly.
Zim obviously thought the question was a strange one, but it made more sense than the babbling he’d been doing recently.
“You look like a soldier. Right now you look like an ill soldier. You are tall.”
Dib smiled, but still looked at Zim expectantly. Zim seemed always to understand now when he needed more.
“You do look. . .fine. A fine specimen of a soldier. Very symmetrical.” Said Zim, searching.
Dib nodded and took Zim’s hand.
Although Dib was still weak, it seemed as though he’d come through the worst of it. Most of his time now was spent resting, allowing Zim to bring him food.
Dib couldn’t be sure, but it seemed to him as though they were alone. In his sickly daze, he’d smashed nearly all of the tiny wall monitors, which had yet to be retracted and repaired. The nutrient cubes they were given still dispensed, thought Dib knew those to be in nearly endless automated supply.
One of the only memories he had of his illness was of walking through the halls in a daze, calling out for his Dad. He thought, he thought he remembered hearing his father say the word ‘evacuate’.
Anyways, he was as alone now as he would ever get, except for Zim.
Dib never thought things could change so utterly, so swiftly. In the space of a few weeks, it seemed, he’d lost everything he’d ever thought was important to him. His entire life – the life he thought he’d had, the person he thought he was, the family he’d been under the delusion he was a part of. He was just an experiment now – an interesting toy for Professor Membrane’s scientists to play with, just like Zim.
Zim. At least he still had Zim. In his own terse way, the alien had been more kind to him than anyone had been in his entire life.
Dib was beginning to appreciate the beauty of fine, green skin. The more he touched Zim, the more touch Zim returned instinctively. He had the distinct feeling that he was being humoured, but he didn’t mind. The plain discomfort that Zim had displayed the first few times that Dib touched him had been replaced with a sort of detached fascination – it was just one more odd habit taken on by the child-like creature that had been raised away from the benefit of proper Irken society.
He leaned over and kissed Zim once, experimentally. He didn’t really know what he was doing or why. He liked it, though. He liked the way Zim’s lips felt against his own. He liked the way it felt to think that no one was attending the habitat monitors, nobody watching him for once in his life. He liked the look on Zim’s face – not surprised, exactly, just curious: What was his strange little ‘earth-smeet’ doing now?
Dib smiled sheepishly and pulled back, settling into the comfort Zim’s slender embrace.

The lights went out just as Dib thought he might be on the verge of full recovery.
That’s it. . .the project’s been abandoned – they’ve gathered all the information they possibly could. We’ve been abandoned. Our food will run out sooner or later. This habitat is still completely impenetrable. We’re trapped. That’s all. That’s it.
It’s a strange feeling to panic while at the same time being perfectly calm.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> I wish they’d at least have the decency to terminate us properly. Dib thought darkly, but didn’t say.
Zim almost didn’t notice the darkness. To him it was a minor inconvenience – just another incident in the string of annoyances visited upon him by this planet and its inhabitants. He’d decided that he would resume Dib’s lessons, and now that their makeshift scratchboards were no longer available, he would simply have to deliver them orally.
For the next few days, Zim’s voice was all that Dib had to hold onto.
They huddled together for warmth when the heat shut down. Zim told Dib about all the fantastical beasts that roamed on the planets of the outer rim, the crystalline cities of the Asoran system, and the wondrous electrical storms of the Zolla Nebula.
The second time that Dib kissed Zim, it was longer than the first. Dib knew even less what he was doing, or why. Desperately, he ran his hands over Zim’s body. There was a hunger in him now. A hunger for touch, for life. He pressed himself against the alien, the not-so-alien.
Zim chuckled. Dib could almost hear his non-existent eyebrow lift. Dib was on fire and Zim could only stroke his cheek reassuringly.
Slowly Dib let his hand creep down in between Zim’s legs. As Dib’s nimble fingers explored what he found there, he heard Zim give a small gasp. Soon Zim began to move as well. Touch for touch. Caress leaning into caress.
Once he’d found his pleasure point, Zim was much more direct about it than Dib knew how to be. He pressed Dib’s hand with his own, massaging the spot where, to Dib’s surprise, a protrusion began to emerge from within two folds of flesh.
Dib supposed he ought not be too surprised. A word rose up from the dim memory of his previous life: hermaphrodite. They were both hermaphrodite. It was a clinical definition that became real in a very visceral way as Zim suddenly rolled him onto his back, parted his legs, and pushed his warm member into the opening just under the base of Dib’s own hardened cock. Dib made a few choked moans as Zim began to thrust urgently into him. Feeling Zim’s member slide in and out of himself was incredible – he never thought he had so many nerves hiding just inside of that small opening. And the pressure on his own cock with each thrust that Zim made. . .Dib thought that surely there would be release soon, but the pleasure just kept building and building until Dib felt as though he might pass out.
When Zim finally gave a final groan and filled Dib with his seed, without missing a beat, Dib rolled Zim over and shoved his own cock into Zim’s opening. Zim moaned just as he had. Dib rutted just as frantically.
In a frenzy they continued to fuck each other’s brains out. Neither could even remember the point at which they collapsed, exhausted and weak-limbed into slumber.
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