I hope you like this one. I'm not very good at writing stories yet, but with constructive criticism, I should improve. This goes off of my previous poem, so you may want to read that first, though you don't have to.
Zim was laying on top of Dib.
"HAH! ZIM is VICTORIOUS"
"Think again green-boy!" Dib says as he rolls them over.
Dib is now on top, but when he realizes how they've landed‒with Dib leaning over Zim sitting in his lap—he blushes heavily. When Zim notices his blush, he starts mocking him.
"What's wrong worm-baby; finally realize how worthless your efforts are against me?"
"Don't you even realize who's on top of whom right now?" Dib deadpanned.
"I don't CARE, I will get OUT!" cried Zim as he thrashed about underneath Zim. He got a good scratch on Dib's face, but Dib didn't even notice. He was too busy with a problem that Zim was making worse each time he thrashed.
When Zim finally felt the hardness, he stopped. He just stared at Dib for a moment, and then reached down to feel what it was. Dib just stared dumbfounded with a blush forming on his cheeks. "W-what are you doing?"
"Zim was checking to see if Dib-stink's earthling's body was indeed what I felt. It seems I have aroused the worm-baby." Zim said emotionlessly; then he smirked, staring at Dib. "Does this feel good Dib-worm?" Zim purred as he started to massage his problem.
Dib was conflicted. He wanted to scream yes, but he also wanted to punch Zim for teasing him while they were in the middle of a fight. So, he did the unthinkable. He smashed his lips onto Zim's lips. Zim was taken aback. He had not expected that response. He was disgusted, but it started to feel really good in his squeedly spooch, so he decided to kiss Dib back, which made it flutter.
Their lips moved together and fit perfectly against the others. Then, they broke apart for air. They just stared at each other, until Dib spoke up. "My beautiful green angel."