Sequel to "A Well-Placed Spy Camera"

The alarm buzzed in Dib's ears. His hand fumbled for the sleep switch. After missing no less than twenty times, he pulled his eyes open. 7:00. Skool started at 8:00. "Shit!" Dib stumbled out of bed. Why did he sleep in? During the standing struggle to get his pants on, he noticed the still shot on his desktop. Zim, naked and surrounded by his own ejaculation, sat exhausted in a desk chair. Dib toppled over, feeling the start of a nosebleed commence.

Zim had collapsed on his bed the night before, desperately clutching at one of his many pillows, crying himself to sleep and whispering, 'Don't leave me, Dib. Please, don't hurt me anymore…' Now he was getting dressed for skool, putting in the anime contacts and horrid wig. His computer was beeping an electronic proximity access warning, but Zim couldn't hear it over his heartache and loneliness. Eventually, the computer had no other logical course of action than to scream in his master's face.

"Sir, there has been an electronic proximity warning going off for the past ten minutes. Encoded signature has been recognized, and I have locked onto the signal, which has a live update feed. I suggest that you look into it." Zim looked up from his depressed staring at his boots, a startled expression on his undisguised green features. He listened to the pinging for a moment.

"Hey! There has been a warning! Why didn't you tell me before?" Zim dashed to the transmissions hall, leaving his disguise on. An exclamation point with the armada symbol as the dot flashed on the light blue screen. A turkey on a cart was sitting in the corner. Zim opened up the warning. "Computer! Show me what this little 'spy-bug' has recorded of me!" A video feed of Zim's private quarters appeared, the clock in the corner registering 21:00:45 Earth time. He recognized the CPU signature almost instantly as Dib's. The part of Zim's squedally spooch that acted as a heart almost soared. Dib still cares, even when the Tallest, Irk, and the whole universe don't. Zim almost cried with elation, until he realized that Dib had recorded, and saved, a video of stress relief program 7. Zim nearly vomited in horror over the fact that Dib would record something like this. And yet, there was something…comforting…that Dib would actually save something like this, as pornographic as it was. He'd even recorded the end, when Zim had shouted Dib's name during ecstatic, orgasmic, self-pleasuring. Something seemed… romantic about it. The clock pinged 7:30. Zim immediately dashed off for skool.

Things were uneventful until lunch. Pointless, and hopeless, lectures from Miss Bitters, then Bludgeon Ball in P.E., until finally there was a point of minor freedom from the tedium of public education. Indigestible 'food', supplied from the under-funded government, plastic tables with gum stuck underneath, it was as close to nirvana that the kids would get to all day. Dib slowly picked at his food. Should he tell Zim about…the video? What about his…feelings? What would Zim say? He'd been staring at the little 'invader' for the past few minutes. "Oh, screw it." Dib muttered, barely audible over the idiotic chatter of his peers and classmates. He walked over to Zim's table, where the Irken was preforming some sort of test on the 'turkey with gravy'.

"Hey, Zim. Mind if I sit with you?" Dib asked, hoping the nervous quiver in his voice was masked by the sheer volume of the cafeteria.

Dib was asking to sit with him? Zim? It was a dream-come-true for the little green alien. A nerve-wracking dream-come-true. His tongue was tied, his throat was dry, he didn't know what to say, a blush was quickly rushing across his face. Dib barely heard the little, "Sure." that slid past the Irken's lips. He sat down on the bench next to Zim, just barely scooting too close. Zim turned his head away, trying desperately too hide his blush. Why was he so nervous? Dib had seen him naked, for Irk's sake! Said Dib cleared his throat.

"So, uh…" Dib stuttered. Zim seems nervous. Odd. "I, uh, saw that…thing…last night." He tried to start some sort of conversation. Silence is weird.

"I know. My computer caught your spy bug." Zim responded automatically. Dib could tell that his heart wasn't in it. "You…really saved it?" He turned to the scythe-haired boy, currently of about fifteen. Lavender-disguised eyes reflected fear of rejection as he watched that constantly perfect hair bob vertically. "How much did you see?" Zim asked, shifting his gaze to the grey face on the cerulean tee.

"I saw from 'I Kissed a Boy' to 'Sweet Dreams'." Dib figured timing it by song would be the most efficient. He tried to keep eye contact and be as warm and gentle as possible. If it hadn't been obvious before, Dib could now clearly tell that Zim liked him. "Did you really…mean it…when you shouted my name?"

"Y-yeah. I did." His face was now almost completely dark green. "Why are you asking, Dib?" Insults would be below par at a time like this.

"Well…because…I-"His thought dried up in his trachea. A light redness brushed across his features. "Do you…really…feel that way about me?" Suddenly, Dib found that his fingers were very interesting. Zim nodded, suddenly deciding that there was some lint on his glove, and it was of MASSIVE IMPORTANCE that it be removed.

It felt good to at least get his feelings out of the way, at least for the time being. But now Zim was standing on proverbial thin ice, waiting to see if he wasn't hopeless. Bitterly, he remembered that the Tallest had exiled him, twice. All of the Irken territory hated him for being a defect, and whatever was left hated him for being Irken. "Does Dib feel the same?" Zim finally ventured to ask, bracing himself for the inevitable laughter and denial.

He didn't get a direct response. Instead, Dib's hands had pulled themselves behind Zim's head. He looked up, straight into golden irises. They reflected kindness and unashamed adoration. Moving cautiously, Zim slid his arms around the taller one's neck. Nothing seemed real, yet nothing could be more concrete than what was happening now. Zim became lost in the surreal light of Dib's eyes.

Dib was running on impulse now. All he knew was that it felt right to have Zim in his arms like this. Should he? Maybe not, it is Zim, after all. Yet there's something so innocent in those eyes… Dib closed the gap between them, sliding his lips carefully over Zim's. Reaction was instant, causing a sort of ecstasy to run down their spines. Trying not to rush, yet feeling the need to continue, Dib prodded his tongue against Zim's mouth, requesting entrance like how he'd read in all those fanfictions. When entry was granted, Dib felt his heart soar. He decided against exploration, instead choosing to play with Zim's tongue. It was thin and insectile, yet not wholly unpleasant. Dib moved his arms down to Zim's back, feeling the synthetic material. Humans had made something similar, called acetate, but it didn't breathe like this fabric. Leather gloves were around his neck, pulling in an almost possessive manner. But Zim didn't want control, he wanted safety.

Dib's arms were so strong, so comforting. Zim's trouble simply melted, along with the rest of him, as he clung to the human. Sadly, the kiss was broken too soon for Zim's taste. He looked into Dib's eyes, mesmerized by the twinkling light. "I love you, Zim." Dib whispered, brushing a loose portion of the wig back into place.

"Zim loves you too, Dibbles" Zim responded, burying his face into the shirt in front of him. Pheromones surrounded them, drifting about in a thin haze.

Miss Bitters tested the air with suspicion. "Smells like…" she muttered, pulling her feet onto her desk. "…teen spirit!"

A/N: Yes, since "A Well-Placed Spy Camera" was so popular, I decided to write a sequel. Sadly, it's only fluff. But this is just asking for chapters, so I might add some smut in the future. Please review, and feel free to check out my IZ/RHPS Crossover!