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My first drabble!
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. I'm not making any money off of this, just alleviating some boredom.
Warnings: ZADR and references to sex. You've been warned.
Shortly after Zim had dropped out of hi skool, Dib started skipping classes to come talk with him. 'Hanging out,' is what Dib called it; he said people usually did this with friends. Zim didn't think they were friends, exactly. He felt they had too much history together to ever be friends, but Zim figured they must have something more because he didn't push him away when Dib kissed him one afternoon in the park in early November.
When they finally got to Dib's room, Zim had thought of a hundred ways to tell Dib to stop touching him, stop kissing him. But he held his tongue as the human pushed him down onto the blue comforter. By the time Dib was sliding between Zim's legs, the idea had completely left the Irken's head.
Zim doubted that he could ever be friends with Dib. But right now…
They were something.
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150 words.