-run run run as fast as you can (ZaDr) today's the perfect day for a little game of tag-
IZ owns Jaffa - Jaffa is broke
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Tainted Love
Dib's learnt by now to hit the ground running.
Long strides, deep breaths.
The chasing doesn't stop if the fleeing stumbles.
The running doesn't stop if the prey is caught.
It's a race, a game of tag.
Head starts mean nothing from one liar to another.
Dib's lost count of the promises, lost track of honesty and lies.
All he knows now is running.
Running and chasing... and kisses.
He's forgotten when it started.
Forgotten the day he'd made an insane deal with an insane irken to feed both their insane addictions.
A kiss for a kill.
Love for servitude.
Somewhere along the line, Dib knows they've both won and lost a little of themselves.
Dib lost his humanity, won a lust for blood.
Zim lost his plans, won a lust for feeling.
Both outcasts, they fit together so perfectly wrong it was imposable to resist.
Dib's lost count of the kisses, lost track of obsession and addiction.
All he knows now is killing.
Killing and violence... and emotion.
He's gained Zim's love, obscure and painful though it was.
He holds the returned feelings of an irken-invader.
So imposable and so desired - if only by him.
All he has to do is run.
Run and chase and kill... always kill.
A kill for a kiss.
Dib can't remember a time when that didn't feel like fair trade.
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