Part 2/3
Dib is not sure what is happening, but he has a feeling that it's not good. Zim is staring again, kind of like he wants to take a bite out of Dib and Tak keeps looking over, giving these fleeting looks that he can't translate.
Maybe they're teaming up so they can kill him.
Dib shudders, unconsciously running a hand through his hair nervously, Tak giggles behind her hand when his spike bends and springs back up. This makes Dib blush.
"Stupid." Zim says, slightly muffled by the pencil between his teeth.
Dib's elbow accidentally nudges his piece of paper off his desk and it slides underneath Tak's, the other alien inhales sharply, watching Tak carefully. Zim decides that if Tak makes one wrong move, he'll kill her, right here - but then again, it would be more fun to beat her at this little challenge and watch her suffer.
The second choice does sound a lot more amusing.
Tak uses her foot to push the paper to the side of her desk, she bends over and picks it up, handing it back to Dib. The human lets his gaze linger on her for a minute, in which she smiles, twirling a strand of her purple hair between her fingers. Dib blushes and mumbles a "Thank you" before turning around to face the chalk board again.
Tak's eyes slide over towards Zim, her smile widens as she arches an eyebrow, Zim has bitten through his pencil and is now growling like a rabid dog.
Zim feels like his brain might implode from complete rage, Dib is his and always has been, Tak has no chance - she should just give up now. The Dib-worm is simply humoring her. ..Right?
Zim laughs softly.
He has no need to doubt himself, he thinks, he is obviously superior to her - he will win, he is the almighty Zim after all.
.~.
Dib is not sure how to react when Zim shoves him into the bathroom.
Dib gasps as he is slammed against a bathroom stall, Zim's fingers grasping him by his shirt while his other hand pins Dib's shoulder down. Dib shakes his momentary dizziness and glares at him.
"What do you want, space boy?"
Zim grins at his pet name.
"I just needed to talk to you." He says cheerily.
Dib blinks, the expression Zim is wearing is not of someone who intends to talk. His hands wrap around Zim's wrist and attempt to get him off, Zim does not budge.
"Talk about what?" Dib asks, in an extreme amount of discomfort that's evident in his voice.
Zim's tongue flickers in between his teeth before it slithers against Dib's neck.
Dib's eyes widen, the sensation sends a thrill down his spine.
"W-What are you doing?" Dib squeaks, turning a color that's roughly a few shades lighter then Zim's real eyes. Was Zim going to feel him up? In the bathroom? He's not sure if that feeling churning in his stomach is excitement or disgust.
"Claiming my territory."
Zim's teeth graze against Dib's neck before he begins to suck on the skin lightly, causing the human to moan unintentionally, Zim smiles against his skin.
"Z-Zim! Wait! I-" Dib cries out and Zim snickers.
"No more talking." Zim says, his voice a single, long, raspy exhalation.
.~.
"I hate you!" Dib shrieks.
Dib walks out of the bathroom in a huff, the door slamming shut behind him, his face still a bright red. Hand covering up the big, purple bruise on his neck.
Zim runs his tongue over his teeth, the inside of his mouth is a dark red, he smirks.
"He liked it."
.~.
Tak blinks, tilting her head with a confused look on her face.
"What happened there?" She asks, her voice sweet and concerned. Dib makes an embarrassed sound, before his hand quickly reaches to cover up the bruise - he had forgotten about the dark purple, boarding on black imprint of teeth that Zim oh-so graciously left on his neck.
From across the cafeteria, Tak swears she could hear Zim laughing.
"Uh, n-nothing." Dib sputters, his eyes falling back on his tray.
Tak smirks. So, Zim had his turn, but now it was hers.
This isn't over yet.