So this is pretty much a continuation of the last little story...we get to find out what happens to poor, poor Dib.
Long drabble is loooong... O.o
With frustration at its limit, not that he much patience to begin with, Zim slammed his fists into the control panel. Despite the normally calming hum of technology tucked away in the voids of his lab, he was unable to focus on his work. He hadn't been able to focus on much of anything for weeks now, not since the incident with the Dib-thing.
He hated him, hated the way he had become so much more gentle and shy, in such a way that made Zim so eager yet squirm so uncomfortably in his own skin. Dib's filthy human emotions had successfully left him floored, scrambling to find some sort of explanation for such reactions. The Dib had successfully infiltrated every corner of his mind. Since the beginning of his dutiful little life, invasion had been the only obsession he knew, but the stinking human had to go and disprove any and all of his beliefs on that matter. If this was all some sick ploy to defeat any of his plans, present or potential, Zim was indignant to admit it was working.
It was weak.
Irken Invaders had no room for weakness, so that made it all Dib's fault.
Even more so when the boy had let worst of his fears come true, the Dib had confessed. Admitted his stupid love-pig feelings, which was the last thing the small invader could deal with. Once out in the open it was much more difficult for Zim to ignore, the presence of these feelings hanging sourly over every thought and action henceforth. He could no longer deny its existence. And to imagine, a trained Irken elite, hindered so greatly by something as meaningless as human emotions. He had thought he was better than that, but the soft contact of lips and flood of emotion pulled so plainly forth by the Dib left him giddy and confused and somehow wanting more. As a matter of fact it even scared him a little, enough to make him lash out at the human. Being part of decidedly the greatest and most industrious race in the universe, affection was something he had never known.
After all, violence was the only thing he knew in return of the unknown.
He placed a thin palm to his chest, puzzled at the sinking ache that clenched over it. The more he thought about the human the more he felt his insides tighten with an emotion unfamiliar to him. It was utter dookie, he decided, for the harder he tried not to think of recent events the harder it was to quell the stir of sensations in his squeedily spooch.
With a typically volatile attitude, the Irken stormed out of his lab. He took no hindrance to stomp and bang on anything on his way to the elevator as if it were to make up for his unsettled state of mind. He decided, as he oftentimes did, to let his impulsiveness get the better of him, heading toward the upper level of the house to shove on his disguise. He would not allow the Dib to torment him like this any longer. As much as he hated it, it was only a matter of time until he gave into the foolish earthling sooner or later.
On the roof of the Membrane house, Dib sat with his knees to his chest and gazed at the stars much like he did as a child. He couldn't help but ponder on the fact that he was so small, so irrelevant in the grand scheme of the universe; then again a current turn of recent events had left him feeling more useless than usual.
He did not notice the soft tapping of boots nearing him as he sighed and flopped onto his back, wincing as the back of his head smacked the roofing. Upon craning his neck to look to the sky, his view was instantly blocked a pair familiar red eyes as the invader bent over to peer at him.
"Dib-human,"
This was enough to produce a startled yelp from the human as he unceremoniously scrambled to his feet, smashing their foreheads together in the process. A few minutes passed as the two doubled over to nurse the fronts of their skulls, Zim muttering curses at the boy under his breath. Dib took the liberty of peering at the alien through parted fingers, taking in the shadowy sight of the single most pestilent fixation in his life, stupid wig and all.
"Zim, I… what are you doing on my roof?"
"Stupid, clumsy human! I've come to," He paused, taking a deep breath so as not to become more irate than present. "to do this 'talking' you wished to do... before."
Dib could have sworn he stopped breathing. "Wh-what?"
Taking a tentative step toward the boy, Zim reached out to grasp the material of Dib's shirt, pulling him down so the taller figure was hunched at his level. "Why can't I get your giant head out of my mind, even when you're not around?" Despite his hostile grip on Dib, Zim's tone was more pleading than anything.
Stunned into silence, Dib could only gawk at the shorter figure. With a flustered face he was sure could only be burning a bright red, he reached uncertain hands up to grip at Zim's knuckles. He parted his lips to say something, anything, but the words only died in the back of his throat with shallow breath. This had to be a dream, some sort of fantasy his sick brain had conjured up from rejection…
"Now why don't you say anything, Dib-stink," With that Zim leaned in to crash their lips together in a muddled fashion, much like the way Dib had done before. Much to his satisfaction, the human complied, and for the first time in weeks he felt right. "If you're so bent on infecting me with this love-goo of yours?"
Dib silenced whatever other remarks the invader might make as his tongue darted out to lick at the others lips, who in turn groaned as saliva prickled his skin.
If this indeed was a dream, Dib was certain it was one he did not wish to wake from, ever.
