I'm sorry for the late replies on questions from like three chapters ago... I keep forgetting to add them on here.
Q: "Just out of curiosity...who will be uke and who will be seme?"
A: "Well my dear, Zim is most definitely seme. There are some rp's I've done with a good friend of mine where Zim was bottom and I'm still not used to it yet... So for now, Zim will be top. (But Dib may get his chance in the near future ;D)"
Q: "Does Dib know how to fight as well?"
A: "He actually does NOT know how to fight. Zim is going to take it upon himself to teach Dib how to fight for various reasons, the most important to him is that he finally has a rival who can put up a decent fight without dying..."
If you guys have any more questions that you are just dying to know, I'll be more than happy to answer them. :D
Dib's eyes rested upon the sleeping Irken wrapped tightly around his waist, a small blush plastered on his cheeks. It had only been an hour since Zim had practically passed out in the embrace and with each passing minute he seemed to pull Dib closer and closer against his tiny frame, a look of complete tranquility painted on his jade face as he buried his head into human's chest. Dib carefully wrapped his arms around the Irken's neck, letting out a quiet sigh of comfort as he stretched out his muscles- a small smile on his lips while he rested his chin on the top of the ex-Elite's head. Despite his best efforts to restrain himself, the teen couldn't help but intertwine their legs in a feeble attempt to regain some feeling in his limbs that had fallen asleep under Zim's weight.
A thought crossed his mind, causing him to frown slightly. What were they doing- or more importantly - why did it calm down his wired senses? Irken's were possessive, he knew- but they don't show signs of affection (Or at least that's what assumed this was) towards their possessions. Blin had never shown him a gentle touch like the one's Zim rarely offered, and the taller Irken never allowed him to be this close to him willingly- even if he was being beaten senseless. So why was this tiny, boisterous Sklavus different?
The teen shook his head slowly. He knew all too well the confusion this race held- they way they talk, the things they do... It all had a different meaning than what they imply, and they know it all too well. But, there didn't seem to be a hidden motive in Zim when he pulled the boy close- he just seemed to take what he wanted without a second thought.
Dib felt the heat on his cheeks and stared at the wall in confusion. Ever since the Irken came into his life, the teen had felt something deep inside of his very being- something he couldn't describe. There was no other human, or any other species here in Blin's home to tell him what it was he was feeling, and why he was feeling it, for Blin had always told him that Irkens' harbored no feelings other than hate and greed. He closed his eyes in defeat. There would be no way to describe these feelings scientifically because he didn't know what feelings were or what they meant... And he'd never know the reason he felt so happy around his supposed rival. Forcing himself to pull away from his thoughts, the pale human quickly began to doze off- falling into a deep sleep.
Zim made a small noise of discomfort as a burning sensation rang throughout his antenna. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping this would somehow block out the uncomfortable feeling, but they soon fluttered open as he became more aware of the pain. Heaving a heavy sigh of annoyance, the Irken looked around at his surroundings in an attempt to clear his foggy mind. Fuchsia eyes grew wide as they took in the sight of Dib's sleeping face, his pale lips inches away from his antenna, a small strand of saliva connecting the black stalk to Dib's lips. With a silent gasp, he quickly untangled their bodies and stood up, dusting off his uniform with a scowl.
Much to his satisfaction, the teen only made a small whine and turned on to his other side- his breathing once again becoming steady as he slept. Zim slowly raised his hand up to his antenna and touched the slimy substance, causing him to shudder despite his best efforts. Sticking out his tongue in disgust, he quickly wiped off the spittle and rubbed it on his uniform. The Irken looked down at his outfit with a small scowl. It was a spare Elite uniform that he kept in his PAK, one that should have been worn to battle but was instead worn in a casual setting. Making a quiet growl, he disrobed himself and made his way to the large wardrobe in the right corner of the room. Zim slammed his palm against the panel with another growl, and once the doors swooshed open he began to rummage through the spare clothing Blin had somehow acquired for the smaller male.
To his surprise the clothing was somewhat decent for his tiny frame and were easy on the eyes despite all of them being suits. Shrugging, he pulled out a black pair of trousers and a plain white shirt. Rolling his eyes at this ridiculous display for a once proud Irken Elite, he grabbed a green vest and tugged it on before letting out a weary sigh. "This is just stupid Blin... I'm not some sort of rich floozy like you are..."
As if on cue, a shudder rippled through Zim's spine as his PAK began to vibrate. The Irken sighed and accepted the call, knowing that Blin probably had some insane job for him to do next. "What?"
Blin's voice was soft but stern as he spoke. "I need you to come to my office."
Zim growled and crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. "And why should I do that, hm?"
A small smirk found it's place on the tiny Irken's lips as he felt the other's glare through the speaker. "Zim- if you ever want to gain back your freedom... You'll do what I say." And with that, Blin ended the call.
The jade Sklavus rolled his eyes to the heaven's once again and quickly pulled on his boots. "Ordering me around like that... Yeah, we'll see who the master will be when I'm done being your errand boy..." Shaking his head to rid himself of those pleasantly ominous thoughts, Zim looked over at the sleeping teenager on his bed and his expression softened for a brief second before his usual frown returned. Without a word, the Irken marched out of the rooms, dimming the lights down before making his way into the hallway.
It seemed like hours before he walked up to the giant doors that Blin was hiding behind- Zim's mind had gone completely blank as he marched around the manor. The taller male looked up from his desk as Zim walked in, one eye narrowing as he took in the other's new appearance. Rolling his eyes at the smaller Irken, Blin gestured to the seat in front of him.
Zim gladly sat down and crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back into the chair. "What do you want?"
Blin rested his chin in his palm as he stared at Zim. "You'll be fighting in the Conviction Chamber to pay off your debt." He said simply and as-a-matter-of-factly.
Fuchsia eyes narrowed into thin slits. "Debt!? Zim owes no debt!"
The green eye Irken nodded with a small smirk. "Oh yes you do... I lost good monies on you during your match- and that's more than half the reason I'm still keeping you around. So, starting tomorrow you will battle against the most vicious warriors the Conviction Chamber has to offer."
"No."
Blin sighed and looked off to the side. "That's unfortunate... Because the way I see things, you belong to me and only me- you are my Sklavus. I don't really care about your objections, but I suppose you are Irken after all... Too bad you'll never know what it's like to be free again."
Trembling with unspoken rage, Zim clawed at the fabric beneath his bare hands- a quiet ripping sound filling the room.
Ignoring his temper, Blin chuckled softly and looked back at the Sklavus. "Get plenty of rest, you'll need it for tomorrow."
Zim quickly got to his feet without looking at the other Irken and flipped the chair over in anger before leaving the room.
When he got back to the room, he found the human sitting at the workbench once more- his fingers probing away at the acidic gun. Zim growled and marched over to the bed, sitting down with a hmpf!.
Dib jumped slightly, not noticing the other walk in. He quickly set the gun on the table and turned around in his chair to look at the seething Irken. "...What's wrong with you?"
Zim growled again and stomped his boot on the ground. "That infuriating Blin is what's wrong!" The human winced slightly at the shrill tone in Zim's voice but kept his mouth shut as he allowed him to go on with his tirade. "He calls me right? He calls me down there to tell me that I owe him monies!" He hissed, his serpentine tongue flicking across his lips. "And that- urg! That thing tells Zim, 'Oh Zim! You owe me monies so you must fight in the Conviction Chamber to be freeee~!'" He panted softly, his rage quickly dying down.
Staring at the other with soft, amber eyes, Dib let out a quiet sigh. "As terrible as that is, why exactly are you so willing to tell me..?" his voice quiet to hide his curiosity.
"Because Dib-Stink, Zim-" He quickly closes his mouth as an idea forms in his head. "Wait... This could be beneficent to us..."
Dib gave the Irken a curious look. "What?"
Zim laughed and stood to his feet, marching over to Dib to grip him harshly by the shoulders. "I'll enter you in the arena!"
The human's eyes widen and he shakes his head furiously. "Z-Zim I don't know how to fight! I don't even know the first thing about hand to hand combat!"
The Irken nodded his head. "Yes! But I will teach you these things- the art of war!" He chuckled darkly and brought his face closer to Dib's and whispered huskily into his ear. "When I'm done with you, you'll be an unstoppable death machine..."
Swallowing thickly, Dib slowly placed his hands on his lap. "W-why...?"
"Because," Zim said, pulling away from Dib's comfort zone. "Just imagine- human warrior verses the fugitive ex-Elite... Those bastards Red and Purple couldn't refuse a match like that, especially if it's a battle to the death."
Fear quickly struck at his heart as Dib stared into those intense ruby eyes of Zim's. "Z-Zim... I'll die before I can make it that far..."
"Oh posh Dib! If I didn't have some sort of confidence in you, I wouldn't be proposing this idea." The Irken said with a small frown of a pout.
Dib looked down at the ground, his cheeks flushing slightly at the sarcastic compliment. He was silent for a long time as he took in Zim's plan, going over every small detail before asking, "What happens when we're forced to fight against each other?"
Zim chuckled. "Nothing too terrible. We'll go at it for a few minutes, a few punches, a few kicks- satisfying the crowd and all that... And when they least expect it, I'll climb out of the pit and kill those traitors!"
"Isn't that kind of- bold? You'll be killed on the spot before you even make it to the Tallest..."
Zim deadpanned for a long moment before shaking his head. "Yes.. That would be unpleasant... Especially if they use-" He shudders harshly. "Water..." He scratched at the back of his neck with a sigh. "While I'm gone, you will build Zim a SIR unit- one that will follow my every command."
Dib looked at Zim, utterly shocked. "What!? I don't know how to build that!"
Rolling his eyes, the Irken reached into his PAK and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the teen. Dib looked at it suspiciously before opening the worn out creases to reveal the schematics. "Zim.. We don't have the materials here to make such a thing..."
Growling, Zim dug into his PAK and pulled out a large amount of money. "Then go buy some!"
Dib looked down at the money with wide eyes. "W-where did you get this much mon-"
"I don't pay you to ask questions!"
"You don't pay me at all..."
Zim hissed and turned away from the teen in a pout.
Looking at Zim's back, Dib finally realized the change of clothing and looked around the room for Zim's old uniforms. Finding them inches away from where he was sleeping, pale cheeks burned bright red. "Did you undress in here...?"
"Eh?" Zim turned to look at Dib and followed his gaze to his discarded clothing. "Oooh that? Yes, yes I did." Shaking his head with a sigh, Zim made his way to the door. "I'm going out. When I get back you had better be out shopping for my materials." And with that, he left.
Dib sat there for a long time in silence, his face completely blank as he stared at the door. Finally, he let out a frustrated groan and stood up- shoving the money into his pocket. " 'Go out and buy my materials... Blah blah blah...' " His eyes widened slightly at his sarcasm and he shook his head quickly. "Zim is a bad influence on me..."
