Zim was leaning into a crate when Dib found him.
"Hey Zim, I," Dib started but paused as the Irken righted himself and gave him a scrutinizing glare. "...was just wondering if I could help somehow."
"Help? No. The amazing Zim is fine without your pathetic, filthy huuman hands on the stuff." Zim wnet back to rummaging around in the box.
"Well... when are you going to be ready?" Dib asked.
"When I'm ready, you will know." Zim said, his head still in the box.
Dib stared at him.
Zim stopped and picked his head up to stare at Dib. "Unless you needed something?"
"No... I just. I don't understand. You want me to come with you but... you hate me don't you?"
"Zim hate Dib? Yes. But your patheticism amuses me." He turned back to his box.
"Do you even understand... whatever it is you saw me doing in my bedroom?" Dib asked.
Zim stopped dead, not a muscle moving. "No..." he said slowly. "But perhaps... you could show me?" He gave Dib an evil looking grin.
"Huh?" Dib froze, deeply confused. He felt the heat rush to his face. "Zim, if you don't understand... don't you have some kind of file or something on human... but you've been here long enough surely you've come across... didn't you take health class?" He couldn't help but take a step back.
Zim's expression went blank. "Hnn?"
Dib shook. "You know... when a man loves a woman very much and they want to have some fun...?"
"But I am not a woman," Zim muttered. "Does that mean you are a woman?"
"No, Zim..." Dib rubbed his temple. "I mean... it's... it's sex Zim. Sex."
"Yes... tell Zim more about this sex. Or... you could show Zim?"
It clicked then in Dib's head. "You..." (know but you can't admit to your Irken pride you want it.) he thought. "You want me to show you?" Dib felt his blush deepen.
"Yes. You show Zim." Zim nodded and straightened himself from the box.
"Do you... have a place in mind?" Dib asked and started knotting his fingers together. He wanted this right? Like, this was something... he wanted. Right?
"Follow Ziiim." The Irken led him out of the room, to the elevator and waited for Dib to step inside before stepping in himself.
It was close quarters, and Dib could feel his face still burning.
Zim contentedly leaned against the wall as the elevator moved down. It kept going down, deeper and deeper into the Earth until finally, after what felt like forever it stopped and Dib released a tense breath he'd been holding.
It was a gently purple lit room, with curved walls leading to the... bed. "I thought Irkens didn't need sleep," Dib said.
"Ehn? Sleep? Zim does not sleep," Zim said. "This is Zim's nest. Zim has... Zim's private time here- I mean Zim never uses this room for anything," Zim said quickly. "Zim doesn't understand the uses of this room."
"You just said Zim like ten times," Dib muttered and took a step out of the elevator.
"You should be grateful the name of Zim has fallen on you pathetic ear cups so many times," Zim hissed and followed him out.
"Okay..." Dib said.
He looked at the bed a long moment. It was circular, with lines of cushions on it, making a swirling pattern to the center.
Dib swallowed, a forgotten blush returning to his cheeks, hot as ever.
Zim looked at him expectantly. "Well?" he asked.
"Zim, I-" he was cut off when the Irken shoved his chest, knocking him onto the bed. "Wha-" he was cut off again as the Irken's claws pushed him down into the cushions.
"Dib is mine, Dib-beast," he growled and tugged at his shirt.
