Dib coughs as he lifts himself up from the asphalt.
"Ow! You psycho!" Dib seethes, his legs wobble as he spits into his palm - the liquid filling up his mouth has an unpleasant taste - his saliva is thick and red. Dib stares at his open hand, horrified.
This all started with a heated frenzied scuffle over Dib's stupid camera.
Zim snorts in amusement, distracted by his victory, the camera has been destroyed. Pieces of it scattered across his front lawn. Dib wipes his hand against his mouth, leaving faint pink streaks behind.
"Insolent fool! I win again!" Zim says, tone haughty and childish. He bends over slightly, his tongue sticks out between his lips and he blows a raspberry, his fingers wiggling at the sides of his head - Dib blushes at the sound, a jolt of irritation running up his spine.
Dib fumes silently, wanting to wipe the all-too customary smirk curling along Zim's lip, he unknowingly wipes his hand off on his shirt. A bright red stain spreading across the smiley face.
It's when Zim sees this that he stops, ceases to make a sound, his stupid arrogant grin faltering. His expression changing into something else.
Dib blinks slowly, his face so obviously confused, he raises an eyebrow. Zim tilts his head slightly, marveling at the mystery liquid, it's smell alluring.
"...What?"
Dib shifts his feet nervously at the way Zim stares, he notices that Zim's green skin is now sporting a nice shade of pink. Zim twitches, the smell of metal is overwhelming, his legs feel weak. The corners of his mouth quiver.
"What's wrong with you?" Dib waves his hands in the air and fake blue pupils only dilate, he seems so far away. "Hello?"
Dib's hand waving only make the smell move towards Zim quicker and in larger amounts, Zim can feel his self control wavering. Zim's eyes go back to normal and he shakes his head frantically.
"I'm done playing with you today, stink-beast!" Zim growls, previous good mood now rapidly replaced with agitation. "Now go home!"
The metal spider leg pops out of Zim's PAK in a flash, slithering towards Dib like a snake before shooting up and smacking him straight across the face. Dib shouts something unintelligible as he stumbled back, falling on his backside. He rubs the side of his face, glaring holes into Zim's head before getting back up and running away, defeated.
Zim rushes inside the house, back pressed against the door as he breathed heavily, something throbs painfully against his ribcage.
The Irken stopped staring at the white walls that just seemed to stare back at him. He decides to switch his gaze onto something else, Dib for instance, is a lot more interesting to look at then the wall. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
Zim clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth absently as he watched Dib cut through a piece of construction paper, he can feel his insides churn as he stares at the line of Dib's jaw and down his pale neck. He is suddenly very aware of all the 'earth juice' that must be pumping through Dib's insides.
He swallows, contemplating what it must taste like.
Dib's mind is clouded with UFOs, aliens and other things in general (Zim's guts strewn all over an autopsy table), he doesn't notice that he's holding the scissors at the wrong angle and gasps softly when the sharp edge slides across his skin.
"Ow!"
Uh oh.
Zim swallows audibly, the throb from before is back, something sharp is threatening to break through his ribs. A low hiss spills out of Dib's mouth, the liquid oozes slowly out of his palm, spilling onto the desk in big fat ruby drops.
Zim can feel his antennas perk up, he smoothed his wig back down into place, his eyes fixed onto the liquid while his mind went soft. Dib gets up, ignoring Zim's weirdness instead of pointing it out, he calls Ms. Bitters - about to ask for a hall pass so he could visit the Skool Nurse. The cut a lot bigger then expected.
Dib's sentence comes to a halt as he feels something wet against his palm.
He looks down to see Zim's reptilian tongue lapping up the blood slowly, looking oddly sweet despite the circumstances - eyes closed and expression soft. Dib can feel his shock and disgust settle in slowly, but he presses his injured palm against Zim's mouth anyway.
Zim purrs happily.