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Feeling Lonely (The Epic of Dib Side-Story)	By : Fuzzbeast Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Feeling Lonely (The Epic of Dib Side-Story)
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Author Note: This takes place in the middle of The Epic of Dib (ch. 9) and is basically a small one-shot explaining how Prof. Membrane and Mr. Dwicky got together as a couple since Dib doesn't get much explanation himself during the course of the main story. Obviously, this'll make more sense if you've already read The Epic of Dib. Warnings for gay sex later (what else do you expect?). This is written from Mr. Dwicky's POV. I kept with tradition and named the Vortian O.C. after a Korean noodle dish. Oh, and I made up Mr. Dwicky's and Prof. Membrane's first names because they are not given in the show. Enjoy!
"I do not own Invader Zim or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story."
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After I met Dib again, I'd moved to Voon to work there are a counselor as he had requested. I'd had a lot of fun traveling with Mooshy and Spoopty, but honestly, I had missed my old job and felt glad to return to it, even if I was now working with a bunch of aliens instead of humans. I was spending a lot of time working around the school since that was what I was familiar with, but I wasn't strictly a school counselor anymore and would see anyone in need. Things were going well for me, and I was settling in nicely. I was being paid by Lard Nar off of taxes to do this job since he really wanted me to be available for anyone in need, regardless of their income. I had a small apartment for myself with several interesting neighbors. In fact, I'd already befriended the cheerful Vortian, Chap Chae, who worked in the Daycare!
So far, though, it seemed the one person I was increasingly spending time with was Professor Membrane, Dib's father, who insisted I call him Carl. He was always so busy working on one thing or another for the city, be it the power grids or the defense systems. He seemed like such a workaholic with no time for anyone, but he kept inviting me over for dinner and we often ate lunch together, so it seemed he must be somewhat lonely. I couldn't really blame him; as much as I loved my alien friends I did miss the company of another human being at times. He must feel the same way. Plus, I didn't mind spending time with him at all. The Professor was an fascinating person! It seemed the wheels in his head were always turning, and he often discussed things with me that were completely outside of my area of expertise. At the same time, I'd often tell him about my work counseling (keeping my clients anonymous, of course) and rather than being bored by it, he seemed genuinely intrigued by something that was out of his normal area of thought. In fact, it seemed that emotions in general were not his strong suit, and he often came across as a bit cold and clinical. Still, from the way he talked about Dib and Gaz it was apparent that he loved his children deeply even if he didn't always expertly express it.
After I finished up work for the day I waved goodbye to Chap Chae. "Thanks for your help with that poor child with the terrible fear of needles!" he called as he walked out, waving. "No problem!" I yelled back as I walked down the hall. The trip back to my apartment was uneventful. I sat down on my couch to relax a bit. I still didn't have many personal possessions since I hadn't left with much at all so many years ago. It felt a bit sparse and lonely in here, but I'm sure it'd fill out over time. Maybe I'd even find a person to help fill it with me... Well, probably best not to dwell on those sorts of thoughts; loneliness can bring you down if you let it...
Just then, I heard the beeping of my communicator, jarring me from my thoughts. I pulled it out of my pocket and pressed the button. Professor Membrane - Carl - appeared on screen. "Ah, hello Eric! How are you doing?" he said cheerfully. His happy demeanor made me smile. "Oh, I'm great! Work went very smoothly today!" I replied. "Ah, that's good. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner. I'm ordering takeout - from scratch!" he said, chuckling at his own little joke. "Sure! I'd love to see you!" I replied easily. It may have been my imagination, but it almost seemed like he looked a bit embarrassed. "Well, I'll head right over, if that's alright with you," I said. "Oh, sure, come on over. I'm planning to order from Blortney's; what do you want?" I pondered for a moment. "Um, just order me the Vegetable Fluve Stir-fry." "You always order that!" he laughed. "Oh, I know, but I love it!" I said, laughing a bit myself. "Well, see you soon! Bye for now!" he said as he hung up.
I headed over to the Professor's house, walking about four blocks to get there. I walked up to his front door and knocked. "Come in!" he yelled through the door. I opened up the door and stepped into his house. Unlike my meager apartment, his house was fully furnished and full of his personal effects. He even had a lamp that looked just like him. How quirky! "Oh, hey Eric," he called from the kitchen, "the food's already here!" I walked in there, and true to his word a big plate of delicious stir-fry was sitting on the table for me. "Oh, thanks! I promise I'll pay you back for my half," I said sheepishly. "Oh, don't be silly Eric! It's my treat," he said as he waved his hand dismissively in the air. "Oh, well thanks, Carl." "No problem at all," he said as he looked down, almost shyly. We discussed both of our respective days at work as we ate; it seemed things had gone pretty smoothly for the both of us. After we had run out of food, Carl suggested we go to the living room to continue our conversation so I followed him in there.
I glanced up to the wall as I entered, looking at all the pictures there. I had noticed them before, but I'd never really taken the time to look closely at them. They all seemed to be pictures of his children at various ages in there lives, some of the pictures included the Professor himself. "Oh, hey, is that Dib as a toddler?" I asked. "Why yes, it is! He had just learned his first word. It wasn't 'Dad' though, it was 'look'. He'd yell 'look!' while pointing at everything. It was hilarious! Of course, that's how I knew early on that my son had an inquisitive mind..." I moved over to another picture. "Is this Gaz?" "Yep, that's her on her Prom night. She looked so cute in that dress!"
"Wow, Dib and Gaz sure have grown over the years!" I exclaimed. To think that Dib was now a Commander of his own fleet and Gaz was a fighter pilot. It was really amazing! "They sure have," the Professor replied, "I'm really proud of them both." "So, it doesn't bother you that they are both dating aliens..." I asked carefully. "It's not the choice that I would've made for myself, but I respect both of their decisions, and I love them regardless," he answered. "I agree with you. They both seem so happy, I can't help but be supportive!" He smiled a very genuine smile at me. I looked back at the pictures. I started to notice a conspicuous absence in all of them. The Professor never seemed to be pictured with a wife of any kind. He had tons and tons of pictures of himself with his kids, but there wasn't anyone else. "Um...Carl," I asked very cautiously, "I notice that you don't seem to have a Missus. What happened to her?" "Yes, that's right..." he said slowly. I instantly regretted asking such a callous personal question. "I'm really sorry, Carl. I really shouldn't have asked such a prying personal question. You don't have to talk about that if you don't want to. I'm terribly sorry..." He didn't answer immediately; he seemed to be deep in thought. "Well, Dib and Gaz don't know this, but I actually made them in my lab. Gaz was made with a donor egg, but Dib is actually my clone. Of course, they're my children and I love them regardless of how they came to be, but you see, there's never been a Missus..." "Oh..." I said quietly, sitting back down on the couch. "I didn't mean to pry..." He sat down next to me, a little bit close. "That's alright," he replied, "I really need to tell them the truth anyways, and you helped remind me of that." I looked down, a bit embarrassed. "And what about you, Eric? Did you leave behind a 'missus' back on Earth?" "Oh, no, well, I've been single for many years..." I debated in my head whether or not to tell him the whole truth. I really didn't have anyone else to talk to who might understand, and even though I was a counselor sometimes I yearned for someone to share my own problems with. Besides, both of his children were gay and he clearly loved them, I was almost certain he wouldn't care.
"Can I tell you something personal?" "Sure," he replied easily. "I'm actually...gay." "Oh," he said with a quirked eyebrow. I continued. "I came out to my parents when I was 17 but they...didn't take it so well. I wound up disowned and kicked out on the street, with nowhere to go. I found a friend to live with until I got a job and an apartment of my own. I eventually won a scholarship and put myself through college to get my Masters in Psychology. I wanted to become a counselor so I could help anyone in need, especially if they were going through what I went through. I ended up meeting a guy in college who seemed friendly and nice, and I fell in love with him. We lived together for awhile, but then I found out later that he was cheating on me. I was absolutely devastated by this and we broke up. After that, I got a job as a high school counselor. I had to hide that I was gay since school systems tend to be so prejudiced, so I haven't dated anyone since..." I hadn't really meant to spill so much about myself, but after all these years of keeping my personal life bottled up, I really yearned to tell someone. I noticed I was wringing my hands in my lap nervously. I purposefully stilled them. Carl remained oddly quiet for a few minutes. I wondered if I had said too much. Slowly, he inched a bit closer to me on the couch, and gingerly placed his gloved hand over mine. I looked up at him, my blue eyes reflected in his glasses.
"Eric," he said quietly, "What about now? Would you date someone now?" I just stared at him, utterly paralyzed by his implicit admission. He leaned in just a bit, and I felt myself instinctively lean in closer. He pressed a very soft, gentle kiss against my lips, then pulled back, ostensibly to gauge my reaction. I could feel my cheeks burning; I must be blushing something fierce! "Carl, are you sure you want...me?" I whispered, suddenly feeling very shy. "Yes, as sure as I am that the melting point of lead is 621.5 degrees Fahrenheit!" "Uh, okay!" I said with a nervous laugh. There was a bit of an awkward silence for a few moments. "Kiss me, Eric..." he said as he leaned in once again. I leaned in quickly to meet him, my nervousness causing me to miss my mark a bit. Goodness! I felt like a nervous teenager again! He pressed his lips against mine and I relaxed into the kiss. I felt his tongue probing gently and I parted my lips to let him in. I shyly rubbed my tongue against his as we kissed deeply. I could feel a familiar tingling sensation in my groin, no doubt I was quite aroused by now. He shifted position, his hand on my thigh moving ever so slightly so that the tips of his fingers just brushed against my groin. I wasn't entirely sure whether that was intentional or not, but it was making the tingle even worse. I felt his fingers twitch a bit, before he started stroking slow, gentle circles against my clothed, straining erection. I moaned softly, allowing the contact. We continued kissing, but I was dying to see if he was hard for me too, but I couldn't bring myself to pull out of the kiss. All the while, that stroking was maddeningly pleasurable... That gloved finger continued it's slow circles over my erection, mostly lingering on my sensitive tip. He stopped the circles to rub right at the slit at the tip of my penis, and I whimpered involuntarily into his mouth.
I felt almost disappointed when he pulled back and away. I stole a glance at his crotch to see that he, too, was quite aroused. How I longed to touch him the way he'd been touching me! I was working up the courage to do just that when he spoke. "Now Eric, I don't want you to do anything you might regret later. I'm not very good at saying romantic sorts of things, so I'll just come right out and say what I want to say. First off, I find your eyes very beautiful. Secondly, I'd like to have a relationship with you, if you'll have me. Thirdly, I'm quite aroused and so are you. Do you want to continue this?" My cheeks were burning so much now I must be as red as a tomato! I slowly tried to process all the things he'd said. Oh! He thought my eyes were pretty, that was so sweet! As for the other things... "Um, Carl, I want to...continue...with you. Please." He smiled at me. "Alright then, let's take this to the bedroom like proper adults then!" he said with dramatic flourish. He grabbed my hand and I followed him to the upstairs bedroom. I sat down on the bed, and he followed soon after, gently pushing me down on my back. He laid down over me, pressing our crotches together. I squeaked at the contact. "Relax, Eric, I've done this before," he said with a chuckle. I laughed a bit nervously. "Please don't hurt me..." I whispered softly as I looked right into his eyes. I hoped he caught my double meaning. My heart just couldn't take another painful breakup. "Don't worry," he whispered back, "I will do my very best not to hurt you, but remember that I am not a perfect person. That's the most honest answer I can give you." I nodded my assent. "Thanks..." I whispered back. He dipped his face down to mine, catching my lips in a deep kiss. I shyly wrapped my arms around his waist, stroking gently at his back. We continued like this for a few more minutes as I felt increasingly more fuddled in the head.
He pulled back from me and stood up, kicking off his shoes. He pulled his gloves off, then got to work unbuttoning that lab coat. He then pulled his undershirt up and over his head, exposing his surprisingly toned chest. I was a bit too entranced to think of taking my clothes off too. I just laid there and stared; I longed to feel those muscles against me. He turned his attention back to me. "Eric, help me out would you?" "Oh! Right!" I sat up, my shaking hands struggling with the buttons on my shirt. He reached forward, undoing the buttons for me. He slid his bare hands over my chest and I jumped a bit. "Relax, Eric, I don't bite," he said with a chuckle. "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. It's been a long time since I last did this..." "Ah, well, same for me too." he said. He reached for the belt on his pants, unfastening them, and I squirmed off my own pants and shoes then hid under the blanket, only taking off my underwear then. I pulled them out from under the blanket and tossed them on the floor. By contrast, the Professor didn't seem shy at all, pulling off his underwear right in front of me. I looked wide-eyed at his beautiful erection, about 7 inches from what I could tell. Gosh, I was feeling a bit inadequate now... Well, I hope he didn't mind that I was a bit smaller than him. "Eric, can I come in there?" he said, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Oh, yes, of course!" I said, lifting the blanket for him. He slid in next to me. I felt his hands roaming down my body before finally landing right on my leaking erection. He stroked it a few times, earning a few soft breathy moans from me. I hesitantly slid my hands over his chest, feeling the light muscles there, then finally down to his penis. He was quite firm and I could feel the precome leaking out liberally. I could even feel his pulse throbbing through a vein. I gave him a few soft strokes and he sighed. "Um, Carl, I don't know about you, but I'm quite - ahh! - ready now." He had stroked me firmly during the middle of that sentence. "You can top me, if you want..." I said shyly, my face flaring up in a blush again.
"Hmm..." was all he said in response as he reached around into the bedside table's drawer, fishing out a bottle. It appeared to be some sort of lubricant. He squeezed out a generous amount onto his fingers and slid his hand back under the covers. "Just relax, okay?" he said. I nodded. I felt his fingers slide around to my behind and I tried to relax as I felt a finger press inward. He moved that finger deeper, and I whimpered in response. He pulled me into a kiss to calm me as he inserted a second finger. He pumped those fingers in and out slowly, causing me to moan. He inserted a third finger and repeated the process. "Oh, Carl, please..." I whispered. "Are you ready for me, then?" "Yes, I think so, just go slowly please..." "Of course!" he said good-naturedly. He moved around on top of me once again, and I could feel the tip of his member pressing against my entrance. "Here, why don't you guide it in?" he asked softly as he grabbed my hand, pulling it down. I grasped his length, pushing it in slowly. He gasped a bit as it entered. I continued to steadily guide it in until I ran out of space. At that point, I removed my hand. "I think you can find the rest of the way now," I said with a smile. He smiled back and pushed in the rest of the way, causing me to grunt a bit. Gosh he was bigger than I was used to! I whimpered a bit. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yeah, it's just that, you're pretty big..." He held still for me so I could adjust.
He was breathing heavily now, clearly the tightness was effecting him. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yeah, you can move." He began thrusting slowly in and out. I couldn't help my moaning as he moved inside of me. "Ah, aaahh, uh, ohhhh..." He picked up speed and began moaning as well. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and helped him rock into me. I felt him move in and out of me; it was wonderful... I could feel that familiar tightness that signaled my impending orgasm soon enough. I could tell from his increasingly desperate movements that he must be pretty close too. I let the pleasure build and build and I finally tensed and spurted out my release, squeezing tight around his shaft. He groaned out loud and I felt hot seed fill my passage. He thrust a few more times as he came down from his orgasm. He pulled out and lay down next to me, both of us panting and tired.
Once my breathing evened out and I'd rested a bit, worrisome thoughts came to my mind unbidden. What did this mean now for our relationship? Were we just 'fuck buddies' or did Carl really love me? Would things be awkward between us? Should I go home now? I was starting to seriously worry. "Do you want me to go home?" I asked hesitantly. "No, not really. I hoped you'd stay right here in my arms," was his reply. He pulled me into an embrace. It felt so warm and nice to be held like that... I decided to push my luck even further with another question. "Um....Carl, what does this make us now?" "Why, lovers, I imagine!" he answered with a chuckle. I decided to stop dancing around the issue and ask him outright what was on my mind. "Carl, do you love me?" I asked in a quiet voice, afraid of the answer. "Why yes, of course I do," he answered easily, "I guess I didn't express that clearly enough earlier. I love you, Eric." My breath caught in my throat. "I-I love you too, Carl..." He pulled me even into an even tighter embrace.
I stayed there in his arms that night, feeling so giddy with joy. Later that week, the Professor invited me to come live with him, and he even referred to me his 'partner' now. I agreed and it wasn't hard at all to move my few meager possessions out of my apartment and into his - our- house. Even though he truly was a workaholic, he still made an effort to spend time with me, and just lying in his arms at night filled me with happiness. It seemed I wouldn't be lonely in life anymore! Now all we had to do was tell Dib and Gaz about this...
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THE END!
Author Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it. I haven't really seen a Dwicky/Membrane pairing before, so hopefully this'll please someone out there who's looking for this unusual pairing...
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