Warning: ZaDr in all its lemony, yaoiness
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim *sigh
Rated: M for extreme language, violence, drug use and slash
Synopsis: Dib finally gave up, on everything. The only one he can believe in is himself, the whole human race can just go to the Irken Empire for all he cares, hell he would even sell it to them if the price was right…
Dib's cell phone was ringing, the sound was irritating his head and he didn't want to answer it. He was still half asleep as he shifted slightly aware of the other body pressed up against him. His arm tightened around it his hand running against the lower bare back, pressing it against him, he was feeling aroused already this morning. Dib nuzzled his face into the neck gently nipping and kissing the skin as the neck moved so he could have better access and he ran his tongue against it. His phone began to ring again.
"That's the fourth time it's gone off already." Zim said.
Dib's eyes flew open as he yanked back, falling off the couch in the process. He looked up at Zim in shock.
"What the fuck? Zim?" Dib looked around and saw that he was at Zim's base.
Zim rolled over on his stomach and looked down at him a grin on his face as he watched Dib.
"What am I doing here?" Dib looked down at himself. "And why am I only in my boxers?"
"You said you were too hot to be wearing your pants and I think you kicked them off over there somewhere."
Dib's heart was pounding as Zim just kept staring at him, amusement plastered on his face.
"And why the hell, what were we..?" Dib couldn't even wrap his head around what was going on.
"Well, you were most insistent Dib." Zim rested his head on one of his hands.
Dib was feeling very uncomfortable with that gaze, and he could feel his face flush as the blood seemed to rush lower, making him painfully aware what Zim might be hinting at. Especially when Zim's eyes travelled down to that area a knowing expression of what was happening there. Dib moved to find his pants trying to hide it, knowing it was too late for that. He pulled his pants on and yanked out his phone.
"What?" He said angrily.
"Where the hell are you?" Gaz voice demanded.
Dib groaned he almost forgot that he was supposed to be going to the lab today with Membrane.
"I'm on my way." Dib told her, he didn't want to say where he was, and hung up. He ran a hand through his hair and winced at a tender spot. He looked back at Zim who was now sitting up on the couch. At least Zim still had his pants on.
"Where's my shirt?" He could help but look at Zim's torso, it was the first time he had seen Zim out of his uniform and it made him blush even more. "And what happened to yours? No, forget that, I don't want to know."
He went and sat on the couch, as far away as possible from Zim and rubbed his face, his fingers going to his temples. He felt like he had a hangover but with none of the puking that usually came with it. Last night seemed to be a blur.
"GIR!" Zim yelled which made Dib wince in pain.
"Do I want to know what happened last night?" he asked not looking at Zim.
"You don't remember?"
The party flashed through his head, drinking, something with Zim. He groaned.
"Why do I have a craving for waffles?"
Zim only snickered and Gir appeared, wearing Dib's shirt which drowned the small robot.
"Hiii puppy head!"
"Gir give Dib-beast back his shirt."
"I don wanna."
"GIR!"
"I DON WANNA!"
Dib got up and yanked the shirt off him. Gir threw a tantrum then stopped and pulled out his piggy and cuddling it. His body felt stiff and sore, and his back seemed to burn with the heat of a sunburn. He would have to deal with all this later. He turned to Zim, not liking how the Irk found this all so amusing. It started to irritate him.
"I'll be back, and you're going to have some explaining to do."
Zim only quirked an eye at that, then his eyes traveled down Dib to the bulge still there.
"Oh god, I don't want to know what happened last night." Dib said as he spun and left. His heart beat was fast, matching his breathing. When had he become so attracted to Zim? He wanted nothing but to press himself back against his skin, feel him squirm beneath him. He had never been into guys, but then none of them had been Zim.
Dib tried to stop those thoughts as he stormed down the street. He arrived at the house muttering, cursing under his breath. Gaz was at the door, arms crossed, and giving him the look. Unfortunately for her it just didn't scare him like it did before. Dib just glared at her as he stalked past her and into the house. He had to grab his keys.
"Dad's already at the Lab, he's expecting you."
"Ya, I know."
He got into his car had squealed out of the driveway, not giving a shit of what Gaz thought about that. It didn't take him long to reach Membrane Inc. Dib made his way to the entrance wondering if he would even be allowed access. Wouldn't be the first time showing up and no one knew who he was or who his father was. Dib sighed as he walked up to the guards.
But before he could even be questioned about why he was there one of Membranes lackeys came running out to him.
"Dib, please come this way the professor has been expecting you."
The little twerp grabbed his arm and began dragging him inside the building, someone threw a lab coat over him as he was escorted. They entered a room where Membrane was lecturing attentive scientist wantabes about the best components to mix without causing an explosion.
Membrane caught sight of him and quickly finished up, handing it over to his assistant.
"Dib you made it, come I have lots to show you."
Dib gritted his teeth as he was dragged around, introduced to people he had no intention of remembering, shown projects he didn't care about. But Membrane seemed satisfied, always oblivious to Dibs nonchalant attitude towards it.
"This is something new we've been working on, but we can't seem to get the programming to work right." Membrane told him.
They had entered a rather large room, a robotic looking machine stood in the center, wires and tubes hooked up to it.
"All top secret of course, the military wanted us to help create a new robotic solider so their own soldiers wouldn't have to be used on the front lines. Yet it still needs to remain under human control." Membrane lead him over towards the control area that was sealed inside a protective glass-like room.
"We're ready for test run 581.79." someone told Membrane.
"Go ahead." Membrane told them.
Dib watched as someone got into a chair that seemed to recline back and long enough that their legs rested and were stretched out before them. It reminded Dib of a recliner of sorts. An IV was inserted and a circular object that was attached to the back of the seat was brought forward and seemed to stop over the head of the occupant.
Ok, he had to admit his curiosity was getting the best of him.
"Initiating program."
The circular rim began to light up and spin around the head of the occupant, it shot out several beams of blue light towards his head. As it spun the individual beams blurred until it seemed like his head was encased in the blue light. His eyes fluttered closed as a small humming sound began and then increased to a high but tolerable level.
"Connection established." Another scientist said.
Dib watched as the occupant's arms and legs twitched and then his attention was brought over towards the robot in the center of the room. It had begun to move. Its eyes lit up with the same blue as the beam around the occupants head.
"Okay let's try the basic motions of hand coordination." Membrane said.
The robots arms began to move slightly, as if it was having a hard time at doing so. They slowly raised and moved and an infuriating slow place. It probably would have impressed Dib more if he hadn't already been exposed to a certain alien and all his technology. Dib tried not to snort with laughter, remember a time when Zim had created that robot of himself, controlling it from his space station.
He groaned, that brought up all his thoughts he was trying not to remember from this morning, and that green skin that felt soft under his hands, his lips.
FUCK!
What was wrong with him? He had to stop those thoughts.
An alarm started beeping bringing Dib around, something had gone wrong and the robot seemed to be smoking, its arms no longer functioning its eyes no longer glowed.
"As you can see, there are flaws in the programming. We are able to get the connection, make a few moves and then it all seems to fall apart after that." Membrane told him.
"Let's see what you've got." Dib told him. He needed something, anything to get his mind on something else.
Membrane brought him over to another station that was loaded with computers and towers. Dib sat down feeling more comfortable with all this as he started bringing up codes and going over the data. This was what he was good at. His mind went into work mode as he began the dauntless task of reading and scanning the data.
He hadn't even been aware at how much time had passed as he worked. Until someone came up to him.
"Dib Professor Membrane wanted you to meet him in is office when you were finished."
Dib leaned back and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses.
"Ya okay."
He got up and started to make his way to Membranes office when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a small room. Dib reacted by hitting the arm away from him and pushing his attacker up against the wall.
"Please don't hit me." The man squeaked.
Dib relaxed his fist that he had raised and went to leave.
"No wait, you're in danger."
Dib paused and turned to look back at the nervous, twitchy man.
"What are you talking about?" Dib had learned to not take any kind of threat lightly. Seen that mistake by one too many people.
"M-my name is Luis, but we can't talk here, too many eyes and ears."
"Why am I in danger then?"
"Not here, meet me later tonight and I can explain. Here." Luis pressed a small piece of paper into Dib's hand. "Don't trust anyone." He told him as he quickly left.
Dib stared after him a moment before walking out of the room, his eyes searching for Luis but unable to find him. That cold feeling spread through him and his eyes scanned around the people walking through the halls. Some looked in his direction as they passed. He slipped the paper into his pocket and continued onto Membranes office. He wanted to get the hell out of there.
"So what did you think?" Membrane asked him as he walked in and sat down wishing this day would just end all ready.
Dib shrugged, "It would take me a few weeks to really read through all the code, start to narrow down what's wrong. Maybe even a few days and I could pinpoint the problem areas. I could leave some instructions for you programmers on the best places to look from what I saw today. But I really don't have time for it right now."
Membrane was quiet for a moment.
"And how much would it cost to keep you around?" He asked
Dib couldn't stop the laughter, but it slowly died as he saw the look on Membranes face. "You're serious?"
Membrane stayed quiet.
"Dad, look you couldn't afford me." Dib hoped that was enough to stop this silly conversation. He had no intention of staying around, let alone working at Membrane Inc. Then Membrane wrote something down on a piece of paper and slid it across his desk towards him.
Dib looked at the seven dollar figure and his eyes must have bugged out of his head.
"That would be yearly." Membrane stated.
Well, okay, so maybe they could afford him. He had to mentally shake himself. What was he thinking? He was NOT going to stay here. Zim's form flashed through his mind.
"I'll have to think about it." He heard himself say.
Think about it? THINK ABOUT IT? What was there to think about? There were a shit load of reasons he had to leave, why he didn't want to stay. And there was only that one reason why he should stay. But it was a powerful one.
Membrane seemed satisfied with that answer and handed him a flash drive.
"This contains some of the areas they seem to have the most problems with. Feel free to take a look at it, let me know what you think."
DON'T TAKE IT! His mind yelled at himself, but he felt like he was someone else reaching over and taking the flash drive.
"I'll see what I can do." He muttered.
Oh ya, he just screwed himself over.
Hell ya it was a shit load of money, but he had enough of that already. Enough to live comfortably without notice. This would just open a whole new can of worms. Deadly ones.
Damn it!
a/n: thanks for all the reviews :D, with such a positive response to doped up Dib I am going to try an incorporate it more into the story. He was pretty fun to write!