Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. If I did the day it was cancelled there would have been a rather large massecre of Nicolodian workers.
Rating: Lets go with 14A for reasons you must read to find out *evil laugh*

Dib banged his head on his desk, this motion was repeated three times before he emitted a low groan. Now he had a headache and the thoughts had not been banished by the rough treatment. He was trying to write himself an anual report on Zims behaviour, after he turned 12 he had started doing this report every two months then fileing it away. Three years later and now he was having trouble! It wasn't like Zim had givin up and he had a shortage of things to write about. Quite the opposite, lately Dib had gotton alot of pictures of Zim, with and without his disguise. Dib sighed as he pushed the photos into a cheap manilla folder. Maybe if he stopped looking at them the thoughts would go away. Dib started to write.
Progress report: The alien has been scribbaling alot in a black notebook lately. I snuck up behind him to look at what he was writeing but I lost my balence and fell onto his lap. He does have a heartbeat and is really warm.
Dib balled up the paper and trew it across the room. Dib smacked his head against the surface again to no avail. He cursed himself and his horomones silently. Dib left the now hated progress report on his desk and climbed into bed.
--------------------------Dib's dream--------------------------------------------------

He was strapped to a steal gurney, sharp tools that made his stomach twist into knots were on a table beside him. Then he heard that laugh, the laugh tha had mocked him everyday for four gaddamn years! Hot anger streaked through him and he struggled at the bonds holding him to the examanation table. Zim appeard before him, walking out of pure darkness.
"Hello Dib-human." said Zim smirking at his human pray.
"What are you going to do Zim?" asked Dib. The anger he had felt so so strongly only moments ago was replaced by thoughts he would never admit to having. "I could do alot of things to you." purred Zim moving his hand towards the sharp tools. "The question is, what do you want me to do to you?" Just the tone of Zims voice had Dib blushing. "Embarassed?" asked Zim clicking his toung against his teeth. im moved closer to Dib. He ran one sharp, gloved claw down Dib's chest, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a light red trail. Dib let out a low, embarrased moan at the touch. Zim chuckled and leaned down to flick his toung out over the human's lips. Suddanly Dib wasn't bound anymore, Zim was sitting in his lap and kissing his neck. Dib ran his fingers up and down the antenna on Zim's head.

Gaz stomped into Dib's room. "DIB IF YOU AREN'T UP AND READY TO GO IN TWENTY MINITS I'LL RIP YOUT HEAD OFF AND FEED IT TO HOBOS!!!!!!" She shouted. Dib shot up and held his hands over his ears. "Ok, I'm awake." he said. Gaz stomped out and slammed the door behind her. Dib fell back on his bed and tried to collect his shatterd thoughts. He shoot his head and got up to get dressed. That dream last night, NEVER HAPPEBD! He just had to keep telling himself that.