Its my first IZ fic!!! I hope u like it!! its about sanmicches!!!! and it has plenty of gai tenedencies in it for you guys too!! I know you all liek lots of that stuff..especially zim luvin' dib..so...enjoy your gai sex!! ^_^.
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Since growing out of his child hood obsessions and discovering the dreary ho-hum world that adult life had surely led him down, Dib had taken to developing himself a "social life".
Yes, it had all started after the shining beacon of ephermal childhood lust had left in a cloud of Voot Cruiser exhuast for the lore of an island called Ibiza, where Zim's SIR unit has supposedly been stolen off to by a car full of ravers and rainbow plastic.
But that was 9 years ago. And now Dib had discovered the temporary escape from his dreary relaity that drove him, every friday night, to done his tightest leather pants and silk button-up shirt, and studded collar necklace, and head out for one of the choice clubs of the week.
**I know you wanna do it / you know I wanna do it too **
Yes, in these few and precious hours between the Friday night he left work and the Sunday morning he returned home, his life was a blur of gorgeous strangers, neon drinks, fast cars, and gai_sex (how'd THAT get in there?!) . But, none of these people he met had been more gorgeuous then the lone dancing figure staight ahead of him on the dance floor, right now, this very night.
**out here on the dance floor / we can make sandwiches **
Shoving aside his current dance partner/ ho, he slowly wove in between the grinding couples using the dancefloor instead of a hotel room. The lights and combined effect of the dry ice fog combined and swirled around him untill it all resembled a dream-like haze; the figure that had cuaght his eye dancing striaght ahead of him in one of the rare instances when a spot on the floor seemed to part like the red sea. He couldnt help but be pulled towards this enigma; this wild beauty.
** you can be the bun/ and I can be the burger, girl /**
The Chemical Brother's "The Test" began to play, and soon Dib was right up against this mystery clubber, not daring to turn around untill his mind had sufficiently gone through every possible fantasy and post-clubbing activity the two could engage in (lots of gait tendencies!!!! XD XD XD!!1!!). Reeling on these hopes, Dib made the desicion non-chalanlty to turn around and find out who this vixen could be. The lights, bass, and fog crescendoed and only hieghtened the anticipation.
**so make your thighs like butter/ easy to spread**
Blue eyes reflected the shining light of the dance floor and all that encompassed them. The green skin was no play of the light, and Dib would recognize that distinclty rectangular head anywhere. He gasped so loud that for just a split second, the bass line failed to penetrate his ears.
** and we can make sandwiches / out here on the daaaance floor **
Then this fantasy..this wild fantasy that roamed through the planes of his mind and danced on top of spires like a silken scarf cuaght in the wind, opened his mouth to speak the words DIbbed had so longed for.....
**come on we can do it / yeah we can make sandwiches**
"Hehe..Hey DIB!! Lets make Sandwiches!!"
Thuh End!
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Since growing out of his child hood obsessions and discovering the dreary ho-hum world that adult life had surely led him down, Dib had taken to developing himself a "social life".
Yes, it had all started after the shining beacon of ephermal childhood lust had left in a cloud of Voot Cruiser exhuast for the lore of an island called Ibiza, where Zim's SIR unit has supposedly been stolen off to by a car full of ravers and rainbow plastic.
But that was 9 years ago. And now Dib had discovered the temporary escape from his dreary relaity that drove him, every friday night, to done his tightest leather pants and silk button-up shirt, and studded collar necklace, and head out for one of the choice clubs of the week.
**I know you wanna do it / you know I wanna do it too **
Yes, in these few and precious hours between the Friday night he left work and the Sunday morning he returned home, his life was a blur of gorgeous strangers, neon drinks, fast cars, and gai_sex (how'd THAT get in there?!) . But, none of these people he met had been more gorgeuous then the lone dancing figure staight ahead of him on the dance floor, right now, this very night.
**out here on the dance floor / we can make sandwiches **
Shoving aside his current dance partner/ ho, he slowly wove in between the grinding couples using the dancefloor instead of a hotel room. The lights and combined effect of the dry ice fog combined and swirled around him untill it all resembled a dream-like haze; the figure that had cuaght his eye dancing striaght ahead of him in one of the rare instances when a spot on the floor seemed to part like the red sea. He couldnt help but be pulled towards this enigma; this wild beauty.
** you can be the bun/ and I can be the burger, girl /**
The Chemical Brother's "The Test" began to play, and soon Dib was right up against this mystery clubber, not daring to turn around untill his mind had sufficiently gone through every possible fantasy and post-clubbing activity the two could engage in (lots of gait tendencies!!!! XD XD XD!!1!!). Reeling on these hopes, Dib made the desicion non-chalanlty to turn around and find out who this vixen could be. The lights, bass, and fog crescendoed and only hieghtened the anticipation.
**so make your thighs like butter/ easy to spread**
Blue eyes reflected the shining light of the dance floor and all that encompassed them. The green skin was no play of the light, and Dib would recognize that distinclty rectangular head anywhere. He gasped so loud that for just a split second, the bass line failed to penetrate his ears.
** and we can make sandwiches / out here on the daaaance floor **
Then this fantasy..this wild fantasy that roamed through the planes of his mind and danced on top of spires like a silken scarf cuaght in the wind, opened his mouth to speak the words DIbbed had so longed for.....
**come on we can do it / yeah we can make sandwiches**
"Hehe..Hey DIB!! Lets make Sandwiches!!"
Thuh End!
