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Shatter: Chapter 5
Rating: R
Warning: Language. Male/Male kissing.
Pairing: DADR (Dwicky and Dib)
Summary: Dwicky has been gone for 6 long years and returns to a world broken by war. There is no more technology, no more order, only the vicious struggles of humans in the fight for survival.

So hot. So mind numbingly hot.

Dwicky leaned back a little, his thin shirt uncomfortably sticking to him and he made a slight face. Oh how he missed air conditioning, glorious, glorious air conditioning. He stuck his tongue out a little as his eyes lazily dragged over to the river. After their little ‘moment’, Dib had rushed off to calm his nerves in the cool water of the river. So Dwicky was left to sit, alone, on a large dusty rock that rose up a little from the smaller stones of the shore. His legs were sprawled over the edge and swung lightly. He listened to the cicadas chirping in the distance, the little song makers praised the sun for its gift of heat.

Dwicky’s mind didn’t stay focused on the heat, oh no. His mind, and eyes, were on the bare body of the teenage boy bathing in the river. Dib kept his back to the older man, still upset about earlier. His depression had crackled into bitter, angry emotions. The boy hated crying, especially in front of others. There was no room for tears in this world. Tears did nothing. They were nothing more than a weakness. He splashed cold water on his sweaty body, rubbing the scabbed wound on his chest, hoping it would cool his mood, but alas, too much was suppressed.

Dib kept the lanky appearance he had as a child, but it was reinforced by years of dangerous living. Bruises, scabs, and thin scars speckled his soft, milky white flesh. Dwicky couldn’t help but stare, his eyes running over every curve of muscle, every rise of bone, every blemish of flaw that marked the teen. His eyes ran down the curve of spine before they rested on a firm rump. Dwicky glanced to the side for a moment, blush creeping to his features. Guilt tapped at the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be staring at such a smooth, perfectly grope-able— What! He had turned to look again. Nervously, Dwicky bit his lip, deciding his own conscience was too fuddled for his eyes to wander so low.

Dib suddenly turned and Dwicky quickly looked away, at anything… Trees, they seemed pretty, tall and—the man glanced back at the boy. The expression on the teen’s face was enough to have him nervously glancing away again. Dib raised a brow at the other before he sighed and rolled his eyes. He made his way to shore, walking swiftly past Dwicky, who followed the boy with his eyes. Dib stopped at the same log he had always used for his clothes and began to tug them on. First, his shirt, which tugged his glasses down to the tip of his nose as he pulled it on. Fingertips brushed up to press the frames back to their rightful place as he leaned over to pick up his pants, hopping on one leg, then another as he pulled them up and buckled them. After he had fully dressed himself, Dib turned to look at the other.

“I have to go. Can I please… please… leave you alone in the middle of nowhere?” The boy put a hand to his forehead, kneading a small knot of stress. “No one ever really comes around here… You couldn’t possibly get into trouble, right? Right?” It seemed as if he was trying to convince himself. “I won’t be gone long…”

“Ah. Sure.” The man had quickly snapped his eyes to meet the other’s, not wanting him to know he had been watching him dress—in slow motion. The fact lashed out at Dwicky again. He is just a kid, a teenager, but a kid nonetheless! After his mental scolding, Dwicky blinked. “Where are you going?”

“Kinda like yesterday…” Dib looked to the side, as if a small bird hopping along the small stones of the shore was the most interesting thing in the world.

“What did you do yesterday?” Dwicky glanced at the bird a second before returning to Dib.

“None of your business.” The boy snorted and narrowed his eyes. “Just don’t get yourself into any trouble.” He leaned over and began to put on a boot.

“Ah. I won’t. I promise.” Dwicky grinned sincerely.

“Ehh…” The boy returned the bright, cheery expression with an unamused grimace. “I don’t have much of a choice…” Another boot.

“Well… I.” Dwicky’s grin faded into a thoughtful expression. “I’ll stay here… And I won’t get lost or anything. I’ll stay ri~ght here.” He tapped an index finger onto the rock to empathize his point.

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter either way. With you gone, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore…” Dib narrowed his eyes and growled as he picked up his jacket and turned quickly to disappear into the forest and head towards the city.

Dwicky stared after him for a few moments. The comment hurt, a lot. He sighed and put a hand to his head, gripping his dark hair. The anger, the pain that glinted in those young eyes; Dwicky winced. He knew he had put some of it there. The man let out a soft sigh, looking around at the peace that surrounded him. Beside the junk, the melting rust, the slimy rot of manmade items, it was rather beautiful. The world was healing. He slowly frowned and glanced towards the direction of the city, barely viewable over the arch of trees. Everything was healing but the people.

With another sigh, he rose to his feet, dusting off his pants. It would be terribly boring to wait for the boy, and a part of him wondered if he would even come back. So much anger. He shuddered at the memory and stuck out a tongue. How depressing. Dwicky stuck his hands into his pockets as he rolled on his heels. He had promised not to leave, but it was hot. And he highly doubted the boy would care if he stretched his legs a bit. He wasn’t that anal. With that, he hopped off the large stone, swaying a little to regain his balance as he landed.

Dib had said Dwicky needed to make himself useful. The man made a face. Elementary Skool Counselor. What a real useful thing that was now. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. Really should have paid attention to boy scouts. At least then he would know how to… build fires, or sell cookies—Wait. No, that was girl scouts. With a roll of his eyes at himself, Dwicky headed over to where an old refrigerator, on its side, lay half embedded into the ground. It sat by the edge of the forest, and his shoes crunched and clacked the small stones beneath him before he stopped. A few weeds grew around it, and a handful of odd bugs skittered around itself surface. Dwicky pulled his hands out of his pockets and leaned over to get a closer look at the tiny beings.

A spindly spider crept up the side of the yellowed fridge, moving slow and cautiously. Upon noticing it, Dwicky jerked back a little. The arachnid stalked across the surface, searching. Dwicky’s eyes moved to a rich little dot that pattered just as slowly. At a closer glance, it was a ladybug. The man blinked as he leaned forward a bit, but was sure to scoot away from the creepy spider. The tiny insect skittered about in an odd pattern, small legs soundless tapping against the shaded, dirty surface of the refrigerator. Dwicky’s eyes snapped back to the spider, it had stopped, as if waiting. The ladybug was slowly making its way towards the predator. The spider raised two legs, preparing to strike. With a nervous shudder, Dwicky put a finger down in front of the little lady bug, and it crawled on him. He pulled it back and away from the spider, which slowly lowered its legs in what must have been disappointment.

The little ladybug crawled down Dwicky’s finger, across the back of his hand, along his palm, and then back to tips of another finger. The man curved his hand as he watched the tiny creature mindless wander across. He smiled to himself at the simplicity of it all. Eventually, the ladybug felt it had had enough and crawled with tickly tiptoes, to the man’s fingertip. It lifted its shell and spread transparent wings before it buzzed off and away. Dwicky gave a smooth smile as he watched it flit away. His content expression wouldn’t last, though.

A sudden explosion in the distance nearly knocked the man off his feet. The sound roared through the air for a few seconds, before it was but a dull buzz. The noisy birds had silenced, but slowly returned to their song, as if nothing odd had happened. Dwicky, however, was still shaken and blinked in the direction of the explosion. A tendril of smoke snaked into the air from the woods and the man raised a brow. Curiosity attacked full force and Dwicky reached for his tie, to nervously straighten it, but, alas, it was still hanging out his back pocket, so all he grabbed was air. He had made a promise, but what if it was Dib? No. It couldn’t have been, the boy had gone the opposite direction.

Against better judgment, Dwicky slowly began to walk straight towards the smoke. It was a rather short walk, and the cool of the forest was rather refreshing compared to the merciless heat of the sun. He let out a huff of a relief, but soon quieted himself as he came to a rather damaged clearing. It appeared to be a crater about the size of a house, only made worse by the recent explosion. A pile of metal and smoking machinery lay beside a… dull green child. He was about the size of an older elementary school student. About the top of the boy’s head was a battered, deep red bandana, from which two stiff locks of ‘hair’ lay limp out the back. He wore goggles with deep green straps and large dark orange lens. Attached to his back was an odd backpack, a curve of dark gray and red metal. He wore no shirt, but wrapped around his waist, in a sort of sarong fashion, was what once must have been a long shirt. It was a deep, well worn red. Beneath that, he wore tight black pants that disappeared into dusty black boots.

“Useless… USELESS HUMAN TECHNOLOGY!” The boy clenched a dusty, black, gloved fist as he kicked at a scrap of metal and wiped condensed smoke off his face from the earlier explosion. “When this minor inconvenience is corrected… They will face the wrath that is ZIM!”

Dwicky raised his brow at the boy and his sudden outburst.

“Filthy monkeys… I should have realized they would be so stupid as to destroy… EVERYTHING!” He growled to himself, giving another swift kick to a small piece of metal.

“Ack!” Dwicky couldn’t help but let out a noise as the metal whizzed past his head, and he stumbled to the side.

“Eh? Who is there? Answer Zim!” The Irken pointed towards the sound, eyes narrowed behind his goggles.

“Uhh…” Dwicky nervously edged towards the clearing of the crater. He probably should have booked it, but instead he gave the boy a grin of sorts, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just heard an explosion and…”

“Oh.” Zim stared at the man, unimpressed. “You are no threat to Zim.” He turned his head to the side and waved a hand at him. “Run along little human. Nothing to see here.”

“Ah. What exploded?” Dwicky glanced over at the still smoldering pile.

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” The alien hopped between the metal and the man, trying to block his view, but failed due to his short height.

“Sorry.” Dwicky bit a lip. “Ah. Hey. Aren’t you Dib’s friend? The alien?” The fact had just come to his attention. It had been so long, he nearly forgot.

Unseen, one of Zim’s eyes twitched. “No.” His voice growled deep. “I am just a victim of the horrible radiation.” He put a hand to his face, feeling his lack of nose and ears. “Terrible, really.”

“But… I saw you that night…” Dwicky raised a brow down at the angry little Irken.

“You saw nothing! NOTHING!” A serpentine tongue whipped out as he yelled.

“I did. I even left with the Plookesians…”

“Ugh. Plookesians…” Zim groaned before he waved a dismissive hand, it took too much effort to deny, and was useless, considering all the man had seen. This filthy human was just as bad as the Dib. “Leave Zim.”

“I…” Dwicky stopped himself and sighed, starting to walk backwards to return to where he had promised to be.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t move?” Dib raised a brow as Dwicky bumped into him.

“Ah. Dib. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” The man gave a nervous grin.

“DIB-WORM!” The Irken lashed a finger at the teen. “This is your fault!” He whipped the finger back to point at the unidentifiable pile of junk.

“Shut the fuck up, Zim…” Dib’s eyes narrowed as he folded his arms, though he had a bit of an uneasy sway about him. “I didn’t do anything. Not my fault you’re a lousy--”

“You know what I mean…” The Irken’s voice simmered low and angry.

“No…” The boy kept his annoyed glare, trying to hide the slight falter in his demeanor.

“What’s he talking about?” Dwicky rose a brow, looking between the two.

“Why don’t you ask the stupid monkey yourself!?” Metallic spidery limbs unfolded from the Irken’s pak, pulling and placing recoverables from the pile into the depths of the seemingly bottomless pak.

“Zim is just crazy from all the years without his alien technology.” Dib shrugged and looked off to the side.

“You’d know a lot about that, wouldn’t you?” Zim grumbled before he raised his voice. “BECAUSE OF YOU FILTHY HUMANS, ZIM IS STUCK HERE!” He twitched as he clenched his fists. “Stupid, stupid meatsacks.”

“Kind of sad to see an alien invader stuck on a destroyed planet, just as well off as the people he couldn’t even conquer.” Dib gave a sly smirk, knowing it would get under Zim’s skin.

“When I rebuild… Dibfilth…” Zim growled, his small body twitching with rage.

“Oh? Typical, Zim. Real typical. You’re nothing without your equipment.” Dib smirked, glasses glinting in the heat of the clearing.

“You dare tempt the wrath of ZIM!?” The Irken turned to look over his shoulder at the boy, voice low and dangerous.

“Yeah. I do.” Dib let out a cruel purr.

“Now boys…” Dwicky lifted up his hands, suddenly feeling like a school teacher watching over a recess squabble.

“Shut up!” Dib and Zim screamed in unison.

“Ah… Okay… Okay…” Dwicky retreated to the side.

“Argh… Stupid human scum…” Zim turned and rose up on spidery legs.

“You have no one to blame but yourself.” Dib reached a hand into his jacket, ready to pull his weapon.

“Oh? Do I?” Zim glared as he skittered to the other side of the clearing.

“Yep.” Dib followed the alien’s movements with his eyes. “It was your own technology.”

“AND YOUR OWN STUPID SPECIES!” An angry finger pointed at Dib as thick antennae twitched under the bandana. “You don’t have any hold on this argument, Dib-beast.” He hiss as he lashed out a spidery leg.

Dib mentally faltered, but quickly hopped to the side as he dodged the spidery leg, whipping out his blade and standing in a ready, defensive stance. A part of him, a horrible feeling, knew that the alien was right. “One would think such a ‘superior’ species would have better security measures.”

“A minor mistake.” Zim refused to admit that it led to the eventual destruction of all civilization on the planet, as well as his base.

“Yeah. Minor. Now you’re nothing but a helpless insect.” Dib kept his glare, his muscles twitching gently. “A helpless cockroach, scurrying around blindly, like the humans… You’re no better…”

“ZIM WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH ORAL FILTH!” He suddenly rushed forward and lunged for him, whipping a metallic leg to slap the blade from the boy’s hand. He shoved Dib back and pinned him to the ground, metal legs pressing back his arms and legs as he wrapped his gloved hands around the boy’s throat. Dwicky jerked back at the sudden movements, only able to stare at the two.

Dib only grunted as he was forced back, glaring at the alien as he lay there, claws digging into his neck. “Face it, Zim…” He hissed.

“Face it? FACE IT?! I am a great Irken INVADER!” His voice dripped malice. “And you ruined that…”

“Humans…” Dib gasped between the angered squeezings, struggling against the sharp metal that bit at his wrists. His instinct to put his hands to his neck, and struggled against the hold of the spider legs.

“No… You. YOU!” Zim lifted the boy’s head up a bit just to slam it back down onto the ground.

“You’re crazy, Zim…” The glare remained on the boy’s face, but softened near the edges, that horrible feeling returning.

“Oh poor, poor, pitiful Dibmeat.” The Irken’s scowl twitched into a sort of grin. “In denial, are you?” He let out a small cackle.

Dib swallowed nervously, the grip on his neck had loosened a bit. “I…”

Zim smacked Dib’s face, leaving the boy’s glasses askew. “Do we want to talk about irony, hmmm? Oh yes, Dibwretch. HA HA at Zim all you want, but don’t forget what… you did…”

“I didn’t mean for it to end up like this…” Dib looked away to the side.

“BUT IT DID!” Zim shook the boy by the neck, slamming his head back into the hard dirt. “And now look! Look at all this…” He stuck out a tongue, shuddering with disgust before he narrowed his eyes.

“Go ahead, scum. But no matter what, your stupid plan has been ruined.” Dib spat in the Irken’s face.

“Yes, yes…” Zim wiped the spit from his cheek. “All thanks to you and your destruction of your own race. Nice job, soldier. You sure did save earth. It is a MUCH better place thanks to you.” The alien grinned at the pained remorse and guilt that began to eat away at the boy. “Now… I will kill you…” Strong claws tightened around the boy’s neck, and the teen gasped for air, completely helpless.

CLANG. The Irken suddenly fell limp the side, allowing Dib to sit up, blinking. Behind him stood a startled Dwicky. He gave a nervous grin and waved at the boy, his other hand holding a metal pipe. He let it hang loosely in his grip as he held a hand out to Dib.

“Uhh…” Dib was at a loss of words as he stared at Dwicky and shoved the unconscious alien off of himself.

“I was in little league!” Dwicky replied with a cheery in-case-you-were-wondering voice.

“We should get going, before he wakes up.” Dib rubbed his neck as he slowly took the hand. He refused to meet Dwicky’s eyes as he stood.

“I agree… He seemed pretty spooky…” Dwicky blinked at the fact that the boy didn’t let go of his hand, even after he had stood.

“Yeah… Well…” Dib coughed, noticing they were still touching hands and he quickly turned to retrieve his blade, tucking it away into his jacket. “Let’s go…” With that, he began to walk into the woods.

Dwicky hurried after him, still carrying the lightly rusted pipe. He didn’t know when and if he would have to use it again. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up. “So what Zim said...?”

“Please don’t…” The boy seemed to have attempted an angry voice, but it just came out weak and defeated.

“Hey… You know it isn’t good to keep stuff like that bottled up. Especially things that big.” The man reached out for the boy, placing an unsteady hand on his shoulder.

“Things that big? Things that big?!” Dib suddenly whipped around to face the man. “I fucking caused the destruction of earth as we know it!”

Dwicky winced a little. “What exactly happened?”

“I didn’t do much! I just… But… catalyst.” The boy’s thoughts were jumbled. “I stole plans from Zim… And, well, let’s just say some bad people got a hold of them… Lots of people.”

“Then it really wasn’t your fault… Was it? Not really.” Dwicky tapped his chin with his free hand.

“Humans… People… If you give them the chance, they’ll take it. I gave them proof, and they saw it as just another tool for their hate of each other.” Dib clenched his fist and twitched a little.

“Dib… You just wanted to prove that aliens existed, right?” Dwicky smiled weakly, rubbing his free hand against the other.

“Yes.”

“So… Why are you to blame what people did with it?” The man gave a reassuring smile.

“Because…” The boy twitched with anger, suddenly lashing out and grabbing the man by the collar of his open shirt. “Because, Dwicky…” He growled the word as he slammed the man against a nearby tree. “My own selfish desperation for someone, anyone to believe me drove me to supply the world with its own downfall…”

Dwicky grunted as he was forced back, giving no resistance. “But…”

“NO! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE, DWICKY!” Dib screamed in his face, twisting the fabric between his fingers. “You left me… You were the only one, and you fucking left me! Just one person, just a single person. That would have been enough…”

“Dib…” The man’s expression softened.

“I hate you…” He hissed, glaring death into the man’s eyes. “I hate what you left me as…”

“But I’m here now…” The reply was weak.

“So? So fucking what! You were gone!” Dib slammed the man back into the tree again, holding him there. “You can’t take back those years. You can’t ever take it back.”

“Dib… We can’t change what happened…”

“It shouldn’t have turned out like this…” Slowly, Dib’s gaze dropped down and away, off to the side. “Things would have been so different…” His hands shook as he leaned his head forward, burying his face into the man’s shoulder.

Dwicky lifted a hand to gently touch his fingertips to the boy’s hair, cautiously, as if he would snap at him. But the teen didn’t, and he kept his hand there. “When things are at their worst, they can only get better… I made mistakes, we all have… But will you let me try to fix them? I don’t want things to stay like this…”

“Shut up…” Dib grumbled into the man’s shoulder.

“Dib…” Dwicky pleaded gently.

“I fucking said shut up.” Suddenly the boy pulled up, silencing the man with his lips.

“Mff!” Dwicky’s eyes widened as the teen’s lips pressed against his own. His hand twitched and fell to his side. He was completely shocked by the sudden action.

Dib pressed closer, hands still gripped at the other’s collar. The soft tip of tongue flicked out at the older man’s lips, impatiently demanding he react. After a moment of fighting his inner demons, Dwicky gave in. His eyes closed as he parted his lips slightly, the tip of his own tongue gently accepting the boy’s. Slowly, the pipe slid from his hand as he moved to wrap his arms around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer, if at all possible. Dib tilted his head to the side a bit to deepen their kiss, mouth opening wider to accept the more reluctant, but steadily more willing, tongue. The kiss was shortened as Dib pulled away a little with a huff, lowering his head a bit, lips gently kissing the man’s chin before he yanked him back down for another deep kiss.

Dwicky’s hands were forgotten, left to their own thoughts as one slid to run over the boy’s rump. The muscle tensed slightly as the man groped one of the boy’s cheeks through the jacket. Dib made a slight noise and pressed closer, grinding their hot bodies together. The kiss was rough, wanting, needing, as the two tongues viciously fought. Dib’s hands slipped down and pressed against the tree on either side of Dwicky. The rough bark against Dwicky’s back was unnoticed as the teen passionately pressed against him. Suddenly Dib pulled away, breath hot and bothered.

“I…” He felt a need to explain himself, staring at the man with half confused, half aroused eyes. Dwicky just smiled weakly, his hands still resting against the boy’s rump. “Oh. Fuck it.” He attacked the man’s lips with his own once more, with a kiss just as rough and passionate as before.
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