Zim turned, a cruel smile playing on his lipless mouth.
"Diiiiib,"
Dib sucked some icing off the finger he had just ran along the side of the cake.
"Yeah Zim?" he didn't like that smile, that smile usually meant something was gonna explode of catch fire.
"How exactly will you be paying the mighty Zim for my… services?"
Dib gulped nervously.
"Uh… I didn't- I thought it might be, you know… free?"
Robotic legs descended swiftly from Zim's pak; trapping him between Zim and the cake.
Dib could feel the panic rising inside him.
"I-I don't have my wallet on me right now, but I can run home and get it, I-"
Zim moved closer to Dib; removing his wig with a gloved hand.
"An equal service must be made Dib, sufficient payment."
He dropped the cheap wig to the floor and grabbed the thoroughly flustered teen by the collar.
Dib was suddenly hyper-alert, it was like that time he had camped out in the forest on a stake out for the elusive mothman and his torch had gone out, all his senses wer heightened and he became very aware of his own breathing and how cold the metallic limbs were on his skin and how Zim's leg was dangerously close to his-
A ringing noise interrupted Dib's muddled thoughts and Zim started, spider legs retracting by reflex, throwing him off balance and causing him to fall forward; toppling dib backwards into the cake.
The doorbell continued it's piercing chimes, Gir was no help sitting on the couch and bopping his head along to some annoying jingle.
Zim hurriedly snatched the wig from it's place on the floor a shoved it lopsidedly back onto his head before proceeding to march up to the door and almost pulling it off it's hinges.
"What, WHAT, WHAT?!"
"Hiya buddy!" Keef grinned his silly grin and looked Zim up and down "Oh is it a costume party? I LOVE dressing up!" Keef glanced over Zim's shoulder. "Oooh, did Dimb come dresses as the cake or something?" He waved amiably to the dazed Dib; waving on auto-pilot from his place halfway in the cake. "I love your costume!"
Dib forced a nervous smile onto his face "Ah- hehheh, thanks?"
After following this little exchange between the two with much confusion Zim regained the ability to speak.
"Keef? What are you doing here, I thought my eyes made you think I was a squirrel?"
"Oh yeah, well that wore off."
There was an awkward pause.
"Can I come in?" Keef smiled hopefully.
"Well you see Keef, we are a little busy right now and this is a private affair so-"
"I got Dib a present."
Dib perked up suddenly "For me?"
Keef nodded madly. "uh-huh!" He held it out "It's a gift voucher!"
Dib's face dropped in thinly veiled disappointment.
Zim snatched the envelope from Keef. "Well now you have delivered your present you can leave now, good work soldier! Be gone with you!"
Keef then got a door slammed in his face for the second time that day.
Zim turned back to Dib, "And now for the payment!"
But before he could pounce Dib held out his had "STOP!"
Zim froze looming over Dib, robot legs poised.
Dib pointed at the envelope "That's my gift voucher and it's worth money!"
Zim looked at the envelope in question "And your point is?"
Dib shifted uneasily, heart hammering hard with the familiar exhilaration that came with facing Zim.
"Well I want you to take it as payment!"
Zim's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You are paying me with your pitiful birthday offering?"
Dib nodded, bits of cake and icing dripping from his scythe.
The device realising that the training period was almost up urged Zim to complete the process of payment.
Zim leaned forward, claws digging into Dib's arms.
"There is still some services left to be paid." He bared his teeth in a grin "I think I'll accept-" Zim's tongue snaked out slowly to lick some icing from the cove of Dib's ear, making him shiver. "You wearing this stupid dress!"
Dib's eyes widened and his hand made a fist in the cake "NEVER!" He smushed a chunk of cake in Zim's face and clambered away while Zim yelled and smeared the cake in an attempt to remove it from his face.
Dib was up and almost to the door when he felt a a sudden pressure on his back and collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of limbs as they both wrestled for dominance, one moment Zim was straddling him laughing the next Had the Alien on his stomach and was trying to restrain him with a ribbon from the dress.
Moments later Dib was being pushed into the corner with Zim sitting on one of his legs, pinning his arms above his head with the spider legs and gripping Dib's collar.
It was at this moment that Dib realised the situation he was in; the cake and icing had caused both of them to become all sticky and slippery, Dib's clothes had ripped slightly and he was lying in a very uncomfortable position underneath Zim who was panting just as much.
It was with no little degree of awkwardness that Dib realised that not only was he panting just as hard as Zim right now but Zim looked like, like, well to be honest there is only so many things you can look like you've been doing when you are in a dishevelled maids outfit.
The dress itself had come slightly undone and hung loosely off Zim's arms whereas the skirt of the dress had rode up so that Dib could feel the cool material against his stomach.
Dib suddenly felt uncomfortably hot.
Even more so when he realised that Zim was in such a state that he probably could do almost anything.
Dib struggled madly to try and get out and it ended in =both of them clawing and even biting at each other.
Then the biting turned to nipping and licking.
And there were hands and claws and legs and- and Dib realised that there was a very skilled alien tongue in his mouth and he hadn't noticed.
This was not what Dib had expected to happen on his birthday.
He now lay on the couch, covered in a sticky sweaty mess with his mortal enemy sprawled out on top of him and making tiny cooing purrey type noises each time his hand stroked the thin black antennae.
As he looked down at Zim he noticed something that made him feel a sense of dread.
"Z-" he cleared his throat which had gotten a little scratchy "Zim?"
"Mrrghle.." Zim opened one eye lazily "What?"
"Is-is the thing on your pak supposed to be flashing red over and over again."
Zim's suddenly shot up.
"Great irk! I forgot to take it off at the end of the training period!"
"But what does that-"
As if answering Dib's unfinished question the device promptly burst into flames.
Zim screamed.
Dib screamed.
Gir laughed.
And back at the Membrane household Gaz and Keef were versus each other in a race car game.
HAPPY END! :D
Whoo! Done deal!
Well that's all for now! Hope you enjoyed you ZADR freaks! XP
If you want it me to do an extended scene then I could be tempted but at the moment my ego is a little too drained so I'm gonna go eat some easter eggs and await all your lovely reviews!
Tatty-bye!
