Bloody Lust


Chapter One; To Sleep, To Dream


11:05 pm. Dib was curled into his bed, just barely dozing. He was always a light sleeper, but he talked in his sleep. Dib muttered something incoherent, turning over a few times. Something was muttered, sounding vaguely like, "Zim…"

Dib and Zim were fighting again, this time in an alley. Zim didn't have his disguise on. His PAK legs were out, spearing towards Dib. Dib didn't even bother dodging, letting them pierce his arms and legs. Why had he given up?

Dib tossed and turned in bed, his dream becoming…something else. Not a nightmare, he definitely wasn't scared. His moans were almost…ecstatic? His sheets were bulging oddly around his madly kicking legs…

Zim had grabbed Dib by the collar, shouting something. Dib couldn't make it out. He shook his head. Zim ran his thumb along Dib's forehead. Dib moaned at the touch, even though it drew blood. Zim bit the boy's collarbone. Dib audibly yelled, feeling fantastic. Zim threw him to the floor, landing in a very vulnerable position.

Dib moaned loudly into his pillow. It was his first wet dream and he was caught off guard. He nearly yelled into the cotton pillowcase as he exploded into his UFO sheets. He sat up, heart pounding. Dib looked at the sheets, gaping at the sticky, smelly stain. He'd really… And it was about Zim? Forget enemies, he'd had a wet dream about another guy? Dib had to tell his family about his newfound sexuality…


"I hate you; I hate you, I HATE YOU!" Gaz chucked her soda at Dib's outsized head. Rage burned in her eyes.

"What, why? What did I do?" Dib ducked, trying to avoid the onslaught of snack food. Gaz growled.

"Why did I have to get the homo brother? Why not Zita, or Gretchen?" Gaz stormed out, fists clenched. Dib stood. He had only just told Gaz about his new discovery, after having taken a shower. Dib didn't even know how to react to something like that. But it was out there, and that was the main thing.

"Dad, I have something to tell you." Dib said to the hovering view screen, possessing a live feed of Professor Membrane at work.

Membrane sighed at the sight of his son. "My poor, gay, insane son. Where did I go wrong?" Dib was appalled. His own father disapproved? His OWN FATHER? It wasn't possible…

"D-dad? Are you…alright?" Dib leaned forward, trying to see his father's expression through the scientist's cowl and goggles.

"Son, you know that I, as a scientist, can't accept the idea of homosexuality in my family. You and your sister were designed to be perfect. Genetically engineered with care by me. You are my clone, son. And you're gay." Membrane shook his head, clearly very disappointed. Dib almost cried out in shock. A clone? Of his FATHER? But they were so different…it wasn't possible. And his dad didn't accept him. That was soul-crushing.

"C'mon, fag! It's time to go to skool!" Gaz shouted from the door. Dib grabbed his stuff, wanting nothing more than to go back to his room and cry.


Zim stormed out of his Voot. That trial was the WORST EXPERIENCE of his LIFE! The Tallest; not 'his' Tallest, just "the" Tallest, had exiled him and ordered him killed! Him, Zim! Zim was in a bad mood, he just wanted to grab the first thing that moved and rip its head off. Gir was the first thing that Zim saw moving.

"Hiya, Master! Where've ya been? I missed you! Where'd you go? The piggies got out, I dunno what happened." He wouldn't stop talking. Zim's eyes reflected anger, almost pure boiling rage. This is not what he needed; it was what might drive him over, though. Zim's hand shot out, grabbing Gir by the head. "Ooo, what'cha doin', mastah?"

Those were Gir's last words. Zim had ripped the android's head from his body.

He didn't stop; Zim just tore into his base, destroying near everything with his own hands. But he needed more. He needed blood…


Dib walked down the halls at skool, tugging nervously at his trademark trenchcoat. Excited whispers fluttered down the clumps of classmates to his right and left. They quietened when he passed, and picked up when he left. All the students were talking about him.

Torque Smacky slammed Dib's lithe body into the lockers. "Your sister told us about you, faggot. We don't like your kind around here." Dib shivered into the menacing whisper. Pure fear ran down his spine. A moistened finger shoved itself into his ear, twisting violently. Another hand, this time clenched into a fist, was turning sharply on the crown of his head. Tears fell, burning on the pale skin. There was a sound of flesh being smacked, but Dib didn't feel anything. It was a moment before he realized that the bullies were being beat off of him.

"Stay away from my prey." A familiar high-pitched, yet uncharacteristically cold, voice rang out in the shocking, stupefied silence. Zim stood tall; he'd grown at least a foot since his arrival on Earth; and menacing in front of the beaten bullies. There was a light in his eyes that was hard to describe. It was like he wanted to see something hurt, by his own hands, judging from the way his fists clenched. Dib felt his face flush, wanting those fists colliding with his flesh. Torque and his gang looked into Zim's eyes, first with a challenging glare, then a shocked expression, then the sinking realization of fear. They scrambled off the floor and started backing away. Zim's glare increased in intensity as the bullies ran away, getting faster and faster as pure terror set in. The echo of their screams rang in the halls. Music to Zim's antennae.

"Z-zim?" Dib asked from his position, pressed against the wall. "Thank you." It came out as a squeak.

Zim turned to his quarry. The bell to go to class rang. "Meet me at recess. By the basketball courts." He commanded, still in possession of his frightful facial expression. Dib nodded in submission, picking up his things.


Recess. Dib was feeling excited to fight with Zim. It felt like the high point of his day. He'd gotten bullied endlessly by the people in his classes, who claimed, "Your boyfriend ain't here to save you…" He got a thrill whenever someone claimed that Zim was his boyfriend. Dib came up to the basket ball courts with a fast-beating heart. Zim was waiting for him, standing near a tree. Dib took note of Zim's trim yet strong-looking figure. "Finally…" Zim muttered, audible to Dib. Zim grabbed Dib by the shoulder, pulling him behind the tree. Dib was pinned to the rough bark as three-clawed hands rushed across his face. He felt the pain, yet there was ecstasy as well. Dib's blush accelerated the bleeding.

Zim smiled a deadly smile as he pulled them both to the floor. Dib looked up at Zim imploringly, the blood stinging into his eyes. Zim scratched down Dib's sides, leaving large red welts. He leered close to his prey's face. "You're mine…" he whispered, beyond cold. His expression turned to confusion as he felt something peculiar poking him. "What's wrong with your pants, Dib-human?"

Dib blushed again, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Nothing, it's just… I have to go to the bathroom." He stood and rushed away, madly wiping off the blood.


A/N: Horay! New story! Right? Horay?...

Okay, so LitL isn't finished yet, but I really wanted to write this! It was plaguing my head for weeks! Please no judging!