Gaz's birthday was coming up and after the last few hours Dib wondered why he'd thought asking Zim to help him bake a cake was a good idea. The alien hadn't done anything overly stupid and obviously wasn't trying to ruin the dessert, muttering something about doom and scary sibling-units under his breath, though he was still causing chaos. Though Zim hadn't meant to, Dib had spent more time during the process putting out fires and rescuing ingredients from being misused instead of actually baking. Now after nearly 4 hours on one cake, Dib pulled out the finished product, proud of the end result. He grinned, hoping that his sister would like the cake, despite her almost constant hatred and indifference to everything. He knew she preferred Bloaty's pizza, hence why he planned to take her there first but cake was a tradition and since their father wasn't always around, Dib liked to keep as much tradition there as possible. This year, he'd asked Zim to help purely because they'd set aside their differences, the Irken giving up his plan of conquest and Dib giving up exposing his origins. He tried to ignore the tilt of Zim's head as he looked at their creation.
"Is it supposed to be brown? Shouldn't it look better?" Dib frowned, wiping his hands on his apron and sighing. Hadn't Zim ever seen cake?
"I'm going to decorate it when it's cool." The Irken nodded and Dib watched slim green hands rummage in the decorations he'd prepared, observing how he paused every so often and took a closer look at an item before returning it to its spot.
"When will it be cool?" Zim was still impatient as always and Dib watched him prod at the icing sugar packet.
"It won't take too long; can't you wait 10 minutes space-boy?" As he spoke, the Irken hummed, picking at the packet and dipping his finger into the powder. Dib frowned at the action but knew that the Irken was a germaphobe… he'd seen him clean his hands with some weird goop several times in just the last half an hour. Dib leant against the counter, watching Zim test the sugar, eyes lighting up at the taste. Knowing Zim well enough after three years, Dib grabbed the bag, lifting it above his head and out of reach. The Irken scowled, unable to use his Pak-legs since they made a truce. Zim wasn't allowed to use his alien tech and Dib wasn't allowed any recording devices or weapons. The frustrated expression on the aliens face made Dib grin and he watched magenta eyes narrow in determination, Zim hissing his command as he pointed a sharp claw at the sought after object.
"Give to Zim." Dib grinned wider, still holding it up high. They weren't allowed to attack, injure or kill each other either. He watched Zim clench his fists before relaxing, obviously having had an idea on how to get the icing sugar. Magenta eyes sparked with determination once more and Dib tensed as the alien grabbed the straps of the apron around his shoulders. Was Zim going to attack him? He opened his mouth to ask.
"Wha…" The words died on his tongue as the alien's lips met his, the apron strings being used to pull him down to Zim's level so the Irken could distract him with a kiss. Dib froze, barely feeling the bag being pulled from his grasp or the light dusting of icing sugar that coated his hair as the bag spilt from the speed of the gesture. All Dib could focus on was the softness of the alien's lips and the strange warm sensation rushing through his chest. He blinked, eyes following Zim as he let him go, racing off with his prize. The alien stopped in the doorway, hands up in his victory pose, bag of icing sugar clasped in one.
"VICTORY FOR ZIM!" He screeched and Dib flinched at the tone, finally snapping out of the weird daze he was in. He stared at the empty doorway, the Irken having raced out the door to retain his prize. Dib glanced down at the cake, trying to remember what he'd been doing before Zim kissed him. He was going to decorate it right? He frowned, wondering if he should have warned Zim that despite the way she acts Gaz loves icing… Then again the Irken had stolen his first kiss, Dib flushed at the thought, busying himself with decorating the cake as much as he could when lacking the vital ingredient. Dib wasn't willing to face Zim after what had just happened; deciding Zim would just have to face her wrath later. He only hoped she didn't kill him.