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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 46: Surprises

Dib stepped out of the shower, drying off and pulling on a pair of boxers and baggy jeans, not bothering with a shirt or socks. When he stepped out into his bedroom, he saw something lying on the bed and walked over, picking it up and smiling.

It was a red rose. GIR must have been picking the neighbour-lady’s flowers again. He chuckled and shook his head, walking into Zim’s chamber. “You know, if GIR keeps picking that lady’s flowers, he’s gonna get in trouble.”

Zim was lying on his bed, inspecting the label on a smooth dark green bottle. “The rose is from me, Dib-monkey.”

Dib’s eyes widened and he blinked at him. “It is?”

“Yes.” Zim muttered irritably. “Humans like flowers, don’t they?”

Dib blushed, feeling, for the first time in weeks, like the awkward teenage boy he really was. “Thank you…”

Zim looked over at him, seeing the odd look on Dib’s face and the way his cheeks were glowing that warm pink colour they sometimes did when the human was embarrassed or when Zim actually said something nice to him. The Irken smiled in spite of himself and held out the bottle to Dib. “Open this.”

Dib took the bottle and read the label, his eyes going wide as saucers. “Holy shit, this is Dom Perignon! Where the hell did you get this?”

Zim just smirked, removing his gloves and tossing them aside. “Does it matter?”

Dib blinked at him, then cleared his throat awkwardly. “No…no, of course not…I just…well, I didn’t expect you to waltz in with roses and the world’s most expensive brand of champagne, that’s all…”

Zim quirked an antenna, feigning irritation, although inside he was quite pleased at Dib’s reaction. He found great amusement in giving the human that bug-eyed look. “Are you saying that I don’t deserve the best of what your filthy little planet has to offer?”

Dib met Zim’s eyes, then blushed awkwardly and looked down at the bottle, starting to unwrap the black foil around the neck. “Oh…so it’s for you, then.” He yelped when something metallic looped around his bare back and tugged him forward, and Zim grabbed his wrist, pulling him down so they were eye-to-eye.

“Did I say that, Dib-worm?”

Dib held the bottle tighter. “Um…no…”

Zim nodded and released him, pulling two crystal champagne flutes out of his pak, setting them down on the bedside table, watching as Dib pocketed the black foil and tugged hard on the release mechanism for the cork. There was a loud pop that made the Irken jump, and the bottle foamed over a little, some of the liquid bubbling down the side of the bottle.

Dib poured the champagne into the two crystal flutes, which were frosted with the insignia of the Irken Elite. “These are beautiful.”

Zim nodded, picking up his glass and inspecting the contents for a moment before raising it. “To the downfall of Earth, and the rise of the Irken Empire.”

Dib smirked. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.”

Zim returned the smirk. “A stupid human pig-smelly said it once.”

Dib rolled his eyes, then chuckled. “To the Empire. And to the rise of a new Tallest.” He tapped the edge of his flute against Zim’s, and took a long sip of the champagne.

Zim felt his own face grow warm at those words, but it wasn’t from anger…he was pleased. It was pleasing to have someone acknowledge his ability for once. He sampled the golden liquid in the glass, deciding that it tasted odd, but not unpleasant.

Dib sat down on the edge of Zim’s bed, uttering a contented sigh and smelling the rose Zim had given him. Finishing the glass of champagne, he set the empty flute aside and lay down on his back, resting his head on Zim’s lap, looking up at him with a curious smile. “So what made you get the champagne?”

Zim snorted, taking another sip from his glass. “I told you, Dib-stink, I wanted to celebrate.”

“And the rose?” Dib quirked a brow, wondering what creative explanation the arrogant Invader was going to come up with for doing something so seemingly romantic.

Zim’s antennae twitched and he took another sip of his champagne, trying to think of a way to brush the question off. But when he looked down and saw the look on Dib’s face, he groaned inwardly; he wasn’t going to get out of it this time. He sighed, finishing the champagne in the glass and setting it aside. “I wanted to…to…” he closed his eyes for a long time.

“To…?” Dib sat up, taking Zim’s bare hand in his own and stroking his fingers.

Zim clenched his teeth, opening his eyes and looking at Dib angrily. It was bad enough that he couldn’t understand these strange urges without having the Dib-stink questioning his motives. “Do I NEED a reason?!” He snapped, pulling his hand free of Dib’s.

Dib blinked at him in startlement , although he shouldn’t have been surprised by Zim’s violent outburst; after all, it was natural for him. “No.” He murmured, pulling away. “No, you don’t. I just wondered if you had a reason for getting me a rose. Humans…well…roses just have a special meaning, that’s all. Especially red ones. I wasn’t sure if you knew about that.” Dib sighed, rising to his feet. “Look, I’ve pissed you off, maybe I should go—”

Zim blinked in confusion. The human was just going to get up and leave after he’d gone to all this trouble? He grabbed Dib by the waistband of his pants and pulled him forward, wrapping his arms around the human’s waist and resting his cheek against Dib’s stomach, sighing softly. “I’m not angry.”

Dib remained silent, although he lifted a hand and began to stroke one of Zim’s antennae.

Zim’s eyes drifted closed and he sighed again. “Of course I know what those flower-things mean, Dib-beast.” He chided softly. He didn’t really, but that was his answer to everything until he could find the real answer for himself.

Dib smiled a little. “That’s sweet.” He stroked both hands over Zim’s antennae, then grinned deviously, trying to keep it from showing through in his voice. “I love you too.”

Zim’s eyes snapped open and he pulled away, scrambling back on the bed. “WHAT???”

Dib feigned innocence, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards the stunned Invader. “A red rose is one of the ways that humans say ‘I love you,’ Zim. You said you knew that.”

Zim’s antennae flattened against his skull in nervousness, and he scrambled back a little further, almost falling off the edge of the bed. Curse him and his big mouth! Maybe admitting ignorance would have been the wiser course of action this time… “Was it red? I…I thought…um …”

Dib paused, quirking a brow, still feigning innocence. “Of course it’s red, Zim…you did mean to say that you loved me, right?” The devious grin suddenly showed through. “Or did you really just not know what it meant?”

Zim sighed, his cheeks flushing. He was never going to live this down either way. “I didn’t know what the cursed thing meant, Dib-stink. If I did, I wouldn’t have given it to you.”

Dib couldn’t hide the flinch. “Oh.”

Zim blinked at him. “What?”

Dib sighed, moving over to the edge of the bed and sitting with his back to Zim. “Nothing.” He picked at the loose thread on his jeans, which was starting to turn into a hole on the knee. “Are we done celebrating?”

The coldness of Dib’s tone surprised Zim…it was almost like the human had suddenly become a different person. And he didn’t like that…it was unnerving, almost unnatural…this other person that lived in Dib’s skin was an unwelcome one, and one Zim needed to find a way to get rid of. He sat up and crawled over to Dib, touching his shoulder. “Dib?”

Dib clenched his teeth. “Are we done?”

Zim frowned, once again thinking of all the effort he’d expended that night. “No.”

“So you want to fuck me, is that it?”

Zim was taken aback by the derogatory term. “Why are you saying it like that?”

Dib stood and turned on him angrily, shouting at him. “Because that’s what it is, Zim!! Fucking is what you’re doing when you have sex with a person you don’t care about or have any feelings for!” Dib clenched his teeth, then turned and stormed out, wishing that there was a door he could slam behind him.

Zim just sat there in shock, blinking at the empty doorway, feeling an outraged sense of hurt growing inside of him. Zim DID have feelings for the Dib-human…he just didn’t understand what they were or how they worked, or why he was feeling them in the first place, or why he couldn’t stop thinking that those feelings were just…not right, somehow. He gritted his teeth in rage as he grabbed the bottle of Dom Perignon and threw it against the wall, the green glass shattering as champagne flew into the air, splashing onto the floor. Zim stood there for almost a minute, his whole body shaking, before he sat down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands.
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