Keri: Hallo thar loyal subjects!

Techno: -comes in riding Red's back- wuzzup dawgs

Keri: -looks at her- wtf?

Techno: I've agreed to be Red's love-bitch, in return that I get never ending piggy-back rides -shrugs-

Red: --

Keri: um...oh-okay...John Stewart is on my TV.

Techno: I'm massaging my play doeh (: now on with the disclaimer thing. So yeah...Jhonen and Viacom own EVERYTHING THAT YOU RECOGNIZE! Everything else like OCs belong to me and Keri. So yeah...JHONEN IS GONNA KILL US for doing this to his characters...ah well -shrug-

Keri: You DO know I make a separate section for that shit, right?

Techno: ...oh NOW you tell me --

Warnings: Man secks, language, violence and M-Preg

Disclaimers: Jhonen owns Invader Zim, me and Techno own all OCs.

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It was late one day, close to closing, when the three friends walked into the restraunt. There were only a few creatures left - mostly Meekrobins and Vortians, and one yellow blob guy that was just getting ready to leave. One short little Irken was standing behind the cash register. He sighed sadly thinking of his lover, hiding on a far-away planet. But that's another story. His boss was floating around the kitchen; scolding the other employees. The two Plookesians and the one human walked into the restraunt. The human smiled and ran into the restroom as the two other men went to order their food.

"Wha'd'yah want Mooshy?" the Plookesian known as Spoopty asked his companion. "I'm thinking of getting some of those Vort-Dogs."

"Mmm, Vort-Dogs sound good to me," the green alien replied. His make-shift hand on his hips. "What drink do you prefer?"

The Irken looked up from his day-dreaming and forced a smile. "Welcome to ShlOOgors my name is GashlOOg; may I take your order?"

"Uh yeah, we'll have three cases of Vort dogs, and uh some...of that new Earth drink, the um poop soda?" Spoopty ordered, looking at the menu.

Gashloog nodded and took down the order. "That'll be 15 monies please," Mooshy's communicator began to beep as his friend paid the bill. "Heh, Spoop, we gotta run! The boss needs us NOW! There's an emergency at home!"

"Awwwww," Spoopty moaned. "Can we have it to go?" he asked Gashloog as he paid the 15 monies.

A tray with a bag on top floated next to them. "Here's your order. Please come again," the two Plookesians ran off with their food. Their ship taking off as the human male came out of the bathroom.

The human male known as Dwicky looked around, hoping to spot his comrades, but when he couldn't find them he walked up to a tall burly Irken, who looked like he ran the place. "Um, Excuse me?"

The Irken scowled down at the human. "What do you want?" he snarled. Dropping the smaller alien he was yelling at. The Irken scrambled away. The others following him to a back room.

Dwicky looked at the Irken up and down, ignoring his rude tone. "Yeah have you seen two Plookesians around?" he asked, a big grin adorning his face.

The Irken growled at the tiny man. "The only Plookesians I've seen just left a moment ago."

"Oh..." Dwicky stopped grinning and began to ponder his situation.

"Look, there's no loitering aloud. So buy something or leave. We're closing in ten minutes."

"I really don't have any cash with me..." Dwicky looked at the Irken with big irresistible eyes.

He rolled his eyes. Not buying his "cute" act. "Those are the rules set by the Tallests. So unless you want me to kick you out you'll buy something."

Dwicky put his hand up in a surrendering gesture. "Ok, ok," he rummaged through his pockets. "You accept Earth Money?" he asked pulling out a wad of green bills.

"Dunno; go ask Gashloog." he shrugged and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the counter. "GASHLOOG! Deal with this...thing." Gashloog nodded as the other Irken left to his office. "You okay? Did he break anything?"

"I'm good, thanks," Dwicky grinned. "Is he usually that sweet?"

"Heh, yeah. He's a charmer," Gashloog smiled and took the money from Dwicky. "So you're trying to pay with this?"

"Yep," Dwicky nodded. "My friends sorta...ah, left me here and that's all I got."

"What kind of monies are these? I've never seen them before," he thumbed through the bills and scanned them with a device on the cash register.

"Earth," Dwicky replied.

Gashloog's eyes widened. "E-Earth...like," he swallowed, "where Z-Zim is?"

"Zim?" he pondered a bit before it dawned on him. "Oooooh yeah, that green kid Dib is obsessing about?"

His antenna drooped behind his hat. "Oh," he looked at the money, "he's taken. I understand."

"Well I don't think he's TAKEN, Dib just sorta chases him around and takes obsessive pictures...and looks through his trash...and stalks him."

"So Zim and him aren't...together-together?" he seemed to brighten up.

"Nope," Dwicky smiled down at the smaller Irken.

Gashloog sighed happily. "Thank Irk. I miss him so much. Okay, but no, we can't accept this money. I'm sorry." he handed back the bills.

"Oh..." Dwicky sighed.

"Um, is that all you have? Other wise you could get in a lot of trouble for being here with out a job or any money," Gashloog bit his lip. "Or you could tell Sizz-Lorr you know where Zim is. Then he'll find some way for you to stay."

"Um I'm pretty sure I know where Zim is..."

"Great! I'll take you to see Sizz-Lorr." he stepped out from behind the counter and waved Dwicky over. He walked to the back room where there was a large office with a glass wall in the back. The Irken was sitting in a chair looking out the window over the planet.

Dwicky followed the small Irken. After he finished looking around the room, his eyes landed on the burly Irken from earlier, and he couldn't help but look at the Irken in awe. His short, yet sexy antennae, and strong built body, from days of labor had Dwicky salivating.

Gashloog took off his hat and cleared his throat nervously, "Um, m-my Fly L-lord. The alien is here to s-see you."

Sizz-Lorr raised a hand. "I can take it from here. Dismissed," after Gashloog scurried out of the room, Sizz-Lorr turned to Dwicky. "Have a seat."

Dwicky took a seat in one of the large purple, comfortable chairs that faced the desk.

"So you're monies no good then?" he thumbed through some papers on his desk before setting them back down and looking the human over.

Dwicky chuckled nervously, fixing his tie "Apparently not..." He said his thoughts of the Irken momentarily forgotten as he thought of his current situation.

"So, would you like to contact the authorities, or you want me to let you off with a warning?" he punched in a few buttons on his computer.

"Well um could ya let me off with a warning?" Dwicky gave a nervous chuckle, while fiddling with his tie.

"I suppose. What will I get out of it? I could get in a lot of trouble." he scratched his chin. "Or you could get a job so you won't be here illegally."

"I can work!!" Dwicky said, his eyes widening in hope.

"Do you mean here? No, oh no. Not only is this an all-Irken restraunt, but we're out of room. Besides, we have no job for a..." he looked the skinny man over, "thing like you."

"O-oh...well I can work anywhere really..." Dwicky slumped dejectedly. "Oh...wait!!" Dwicky said remembering Gashloog's' words of how Sizz-Lorr would let him stay if he told him where Zim was. "I know where Zim is."

Sizz-Lorr looked at the human. Eyeing him curiously. "Really? A lot of people SAY they know where his; how do I know you really know?"

"Well I met him, while hanging out with his uh...supposed enemy," Dwicky shrugged. "But I dunno, it's been a while. He could have moved..."

"I see," the man stood. "Maybe I could, eh, make some arrangement for you to stay..."

Dwicky sighed in relief, and once again could not help but look at Sizz-Lorr, his mind getting lost in his own thoughts.

He turned to the window. Not taking any notice of the younger man staring at him. "Although there's not a lot of room here for anyone that shouldn't be here. We might not have a room for you. We're already having to make it so four people share a room. I'm the only one here who has their own bed," he ran a hand through his antennae. "Plus, there's still the threat of us having a surprise inspection and you being found with out any money."

Dwicky was snapped out of his thoughts, and slumped down again. Today was just not his day he thought sadly as he waited for the Irken to decide if he would be staying or be given a one-way ticket to alien prison.

Sizz-Lorr sighed. "Unless you don't mind sharing a bed with one of the employees, then I'm going to have to let you leave," he shut his eyes in annoyance. "And then there's Zim..."

"I don't' mind at all!" Dwicky said quickly, trying to remember where Zim was in case he was to be asked right now; since for some reason Sizz-Lorr seemed determined to have the small green child in his clutches.

The large Irken turned back around. "Good," he walked next to the man, placing an arm on his shoulder. "It's closing time. We have to find you a room. Follow me to the restraunt so I can close shop, and we'll find some one willing to share."

"Thank you," Dwicky nodded, the touch making him shiver in a pleasant way, as he imagined the Irken touching him in other places...Dwicky blushed and scolded himself, silently, telling his mind to get out of the gutter.

Sizz-Lorr led Dwicky back to the restraunt, where the shorter Irkens were busy cleaning and making sure everything was in order. It was dark outside and there was virtually no one on the streets. The Snacky Cabs were dropping off their customers and going back to their ports to dock. Sizz-Lorr cleared his throat. "This is...um..." he looked down at the human.

"Dwicky" he replied looking around the empty restaurant curiously.

"Yes, this is Dwicky. He'll be staying with us for awhile. But he needs a room to stay in until he can leave."

Gashloog raised his hand. "Zim's bed's still empty, Sir. He can stay there. We won't mind, will we boys?" two other Irkens nodded.

Dwicky looked over at Sizz-Lorr waiting for his reply.

"Very well. Gashloog, show Dwicky to his room. I'll be getting ready for bed if anyone needs me." and with that, he left.

Gashloog smiled and walked up to Dwicky. "Hello new roomy. I see Sizz-Lorr didn't bite your head off. That's good. C'mon, I'll show you to our room." he led Dwicky down the hall and into a large room that had three doors on either side. He went into the middle door on the right. It lead to a small room with only two bunk beds - one on either wall - with a table in the middle and a window above the table. Gashloog jumped on the bottom-left bunk bed and pointed to the one next to him. "That's Zim's bed. I'm sure he won't mind you using it."

Dwicky grinned and sat on the bed "Thanks, hey can I ask you a question?"

Gashloog took off his hat, setting it his lap, before he took off his goggles; looking at Dwicky with bright green eyes. "Sure, go ahead."

Dwicky laid back on the bed, before asking, "Why is Sizz-Lorr so obsessed over Zim?"

Gashloog set his hat and goggles aside before stripping off his apron. "Well, it's a long story. See, Zim was sent to work here after ruining Operation Impending Doom I, but he ran away and got a "mission" on some planet. But while he was here, he was, well, kind of," he coughed nervously, his cheeks turning a darker green, "Sizz-Lorr's bitch."

Dwicky's eyes widened, "O-oh..." Even though he felt sorry for the shorter Irken, Dwicky couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He wouldn't mind being Sizz-Lorr's bitch. He blushed, again angry at himself for being such a pervert.

Gashloog looked at Dwicky. "You're changing color." he giggled and took his clothes and shoved them down a shoot before stripping off his shirt and pants, pushing them down the shoot too. He placed his boots next to his bed and put his gloves in the shoot as well before climbing back into bed. It turned out, Irkens didn't wear underwear.

This came as a huge shock, as he tried to control his darkening blush. 'Gashloog is kinda cute…' Dwicky thought and quickly buried his face into the pillow, hoping Gashloog would not ask any questions.

Gashloog yawned, pulling the covers over his self as a long wire connected to his PAK. "I'm not sure how long your people take to re-charge, but we only get around 3 hours. So if I were you I'd send my clothes to the laundry and get in bed."

"Um...uh...ok," Normally Dwicky would have objected, but seeing as this was the only thing he would be wearing for quite some time, he didn't want to smell. So he stripped off his clothes quickly and threw them in the bin, getting under the covers as fast as possible.

As Dwicky snuggled under the covers the other two boys came in the room. "Irk I hate that man!" the taller of the two kicked the bed post.

The shorter one giggled. "Jeeze Cyco, calm down." they both changed and hopped into bed. The short one looked over the edge down at Dwicky. "Hallo thar!"

Dwicky grinned "Hi...who do you hate?" he asked curiously.

"Me? I don't hate anyone. Cyco hates the Fry-Lord though. Just 'cause he got in trouble for eating on the job."

"Fry-Lord...?" Dwicky guessed it was most likely Sizz-Lorr, but wanted to make sure just in case.

Cyco scowled at him. "Don't talk to that worm, Anhui."

Gashloog sat up, "They mean Sizz-Lorr."

Dwicky raised an eyebrow, but decided to ignore the rude little Irken. "Oh, thought so."

Gashloog kicked the bed above him. "Be nice, just 'cause Zim's not here doesn't mean you have to try and take his place as the biggest, hottest bastard in the empire."

Anhui giggled again. "Zim's not that mean."

Dwicky closed his eyes as he felt himself falling away from the conversation and into a sleep filled with dreams of a certain Irken.