Disclaimer : I own no part of this. Well.. I mean I wrote this but . . . OH GOD. JHONEN OWNS TEH ZIM.

Characters : Zim, Dib

Warnings : ZaDR-ish

Note : This takes place after the end of 'Dark Harvest.'

Organ Donar

"Spit those organs out right now!" Dib demanded after he was relased from the nurse's grasp.

"No way! They're mine now!" Zim replied in a very smug tone. The nurse edged her way out of the room.

"They aren't your's! They belong to everyone else!" Dib repied, getting annnoyed. Dib was glaring at Zim. Zim was staring back at him, confidently.

"Zim, seriously, it's disgusting! Have you seen yourself?" Dib yelled.

Zim gave Dib a blank stare. "Whadda you mean, stupid-human?" he drawled.

"You look like you're three hundred pounds!" Dib exclaimed. Zim chose to take a very long pause before replying.

"This 'three hundred pounds' is it a bad thing? Do people who are this particualr weight stand out more?" Zim asked.

Dib sihed. "Ugh, Zim . . . Yes . . . erm, actually, it depends. Nowadays, there are many more over-weight people, so they don't stick out as much as they perviously did, but--"

"AHA!" Zim interrupted. "So if I stay like this, Zim will not be conspicuous!"

Dib scowled. "No. You will not stay like that. You will give everyone their organs back!" Dib ordered.

"You dare demand something of Zim?! HA! The day Zim listens to a little pig smellie like you Dib is the day that I am condemned to death!" Zim spat.

Dib groaned. "Please, just get rid of the extra organs," Dib requested.

Zim raised a non-existant eyebrow. "The Dib-human confuses Zim. He displays visable distaste for the other humans, yet he wants their organs to be returned to them . . . Yes, Zim is quite confused."

"Do you want to know the real reason I want you to return those organs?" Dib asked. Zim's eyes widened and he nodded quickly.

Dib smirked and leanded in by the area that, if Zim were human, Zim's ear would be. "I want you to . . ." Dib's voice trailed off as he leaned in closer, and as he prepared to breathe along Zim's neck. ". . . give back the organs because. . ." Dib trailed off again, getting even closer.

". . . You are so much cuter when you aren't that big," Dib finished, practically touching Zim's neck with his lips.

A blush and a flash of mechanic, spidary legs later and Zim was gone back into the vents. Dib smirked; sometimes it was too easy.

Dib's a man-whore!
D:
(I saw it coming.)

-laughs-

-Taryn