Monsters and Ladybugs

by Kitteh and Neo

Three years later Dwicky comes back to fix what he messed up. But the little boy he left behind is no longer the same energetic soul from before and now may just be too broken to reach. DADR

26. Sessions 26

Monsters and Ladybugs

By Kitteh and Neofox

Rating R

Warnings Violence and intense smooching

Disclaimer Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim. So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM!

Summary DADR. Three years later Dwicky comes back to fix what he messed up. But the little boy he left behind is no longer the same energetic soul from before and now may just be too broken to reach.
Beta Morgan B.

Chapter 26

A car parked in the driveway of a very familiar house that hadn't really changed much over the years. As soon as the engine cut off the passenger side door opened, inch by inch, with obvious hesitation. It was as if they were back in the park all over again as Dib got out and stood on the cement that led up to the garage. In one hand he held his bag which still had all his pills and a few clothes; the others he kept at Dwicky's place. In the other he clutched Skeets tightly as he looked over what used to be his home. It was so strange to see it again, but rather than feeling happy about it, he couldn't help but feel scared.

A comforting hand placed itself on Dib, though perhaps it was trying too hard to be plutonic a touch. All the same, Dwicky smiled his usual wide smile of good cheer down at the boy. "Come on, your dad is expecting you. You don't want to keep him waiting anymore than you have." Dwicky cleared his throat into his other fist, giving a rather knowing look to what exactly kept them preoccupied from coming sooner in the first place. "Time to get reacquainted with 'home'. And as much as I'm sure you'd like, that room won't clean itself, kiddo." The man seemed to have enough enthusiasm for the both of them, and he gently pushed Dib forward, urging him to continue walking to the door.

"I'm sure he could have waited a little longer." Dib frowned before he let out a long nervous sigh as he was pushed along and kept his eyes on the door that was coming closer and closer into view. With each step he tried to get himself better under control and soon the bundle of nerves he had been was left back at the car as he stood in front of the door. The hand that held Skeets clenched and fidgeted for a little bit as he wondered whether or not ringing the doorbell was a better idea than just going in. Even if it was his own house it was still a house he hadn't been in, in a very long time. After a small internal debate he decided the best choice was to let Dwicky do it for him. So, he moved around so the man was standing in front of the door instead while he stood behind the taller body and poked his head out. "You do it."

Dwicky glanced back with a smirk and shook his head, amused, as he turned back to face the door. He would have been as nervous as Dib being back at this house again with all its spooky inhabitants, but with everything that had gone right so far today (minus the hangover) his good spirits couldn't be dashed for everything. "Okay. I'll be the brave one." He raised a hand to ring the door bell.

As soon as the bell was heard echoed inside the home, so was a large amount of shuffling. No verbal answer came to signify anyone was really trying to get to the door. The only warning Dwicky had was when the heavy wood was yanked open in a rough manner and, just like before, those same pigtails were the first things to be seen. It took Gaz a few moments to actually make the face of who was standing in front of her click, and when it did a sudden scowl, deeper than usual, formed on her face. "Dad isn't home." That was the only greeting Dwicky was to have until her eyes fell down just as she was about to close the door. Her eyes snapped open and her grip on the door became a bit too much for the wood to handle. "You..."

Dib had come out of hiding as soon as the door was soon to be open and just seeing Gaz had caused his heart to almost burst from his chest. He had been thankful that his sister didn't even seem to notice him, but all good things must come to an end and the way she spoke without even saying his name caused him to tense up. He tried not to seem as frightened as he really was. "H-Hi, Gaz..."

Dwicky was held in surprise. "Not home?" He shook his head, seemingly above the family tension that was going on around him as he tried to wrap his mind around that one piece of information he was given. "Not home? But, his son is coming home today. Where is he?" He placed a firm hand on the door, keeping it from slamming in his face; though he knew anything he would put near the girl he might not get back. But if he learned anything from dealing with Dib's family, it was to be firm, blunt and not back down, even though they were completely scary-crazy people. "Did he leave a note?" Dwicky furrowed his brows; his respect for the man of the house was dwindling to none, and it was thinning his patience. And it showed as he pushed more on the door, opening it further so at least Dib could walk into his own house.

Dib watched the confrontation with worried eyes, knowing that nothing good would come out of it, if it kept on. The little bit of space Dwicky had made for him he easily accepted and walked past the man to try to get inside of the house. It didn't take much for him to squeeze through and drop his bag on the floor while he turned back around to look at them both. He wanted to speak up, but at the same time, didn't know if it would be the best idea.

Gaz had watched Dib walk into the house with a sour expression, but snapped her eyes up to Dwicky at the sudden information that came from the man's mouth. "Coming home?" Her eyes went back to Dib and she stared for a long time before her expression became neutral as if nothing ever happened. "He went to the lab. He said he got a call he couldn't ignore. There was no note or he would have told me and I would have known you were coming." She slowly turned her eyes back on Dwicky. "Obviously I didn't."

Dwicky followed Dib in, much to Gaz's chagrin. ".. Must have been urgent." he muttered, obviously disbelieving, obviously not impressed. "Well, I'm here to give Dib a hand in cleaning his room up." He began to roll his sleeves up his arms. "You're welcome to help your big brother, if you like." He couldn't help lacing a cheerful smile on his face, knowing it would grate the grouchy girl the wrong way.

A sharp offended hiss greeted Dib as he passed the couch. Gaz's 'friend' lurked along the couch cushions, burning narrowed eyes into Dib's head; there never was a more murderous gaze.

Gaz closed the door while trying her best to glare holes into Dwicky's head. That neutral expression hadn't lasted long. "That's okay. I'll pass." She walked past the both of them and back to the couch to join the one other person on it. Not even her only brother coming home could keep her away from the television and the person beside her. Not that the situation mattered much to her anyway.

The hiss from the couch had made Dib jump and those eyes almost had him letting out a whine. He held it in though and stepped aside when Gaz walked past, not wanting to get in her way at all. He picked his bag back up and slung it over his shoulder, giving one last glance to the two girls on the couch before he looked back at Dwicky. "Come on, my room is upstairs." With those simple words he walked further down the hall towards the stairs, walking up them and to the furthest door on the left. He opened the door and let them both in, closing it after and setting his bag wherever it landed. "Home sweet home." The sarcasm was evident.

Dwicky looked the room over thoroughly; paranormal motif every which way, but what stood out the most was the alien memorabilia. Had he thought any better of it, it was a step back in time, a trip down nostalgia lane; in fact, it looked a lot like his had back when he was around Dib's age. Though it seemed in Dib's absence they used the room for storage. He ran a finger along the computer table, leaving a clean smudge along the settled dust. He leaned over and blew, causing the dust to blow up into a stuffy cloud and Dwicky coughed and waved a hand to clear the air. "Well taken care of, I can see." Dwicky huffed and put his hands on his hips looking over the mess they had to overhaul. "We're going to need a lot of, well, everything. Garbage bags, dusters, cleaner, garbage bags, vacuum, garbage bags, a hose, boxes. Hm." He tapped his lips, giving a wry smirk. "And perhaps some garbage bags."

Dib raised a brow at that and as he moved away from the door he spoke up. "Gee, I would have never guessed." He stopped at the bed and set Skeets on top of it, letting the plush rest there for the moment. "That means I have to go back downstairs and figure out where Dad stores all that stuff." The thought of going downstairs again where Gaz and Tak were didn't really appeal to him at all. "Maybe it's all still in the kitchen in the same place it was three years ago. Quick and painless." The last words were mumbled to himself as he turned back around.

"I guess I'll.. move these unneeded boxes into the hall for now." Dwicky poked the pile of boxes with a finger. "Or anything else you want me to do in the meantime." He had to stop looking at Dib's bed and he gave himself a sharp slap on the cheek, giving a wide innocent smile after as if he'd done or thought nothing wrong.

Dib couldn't help the grin that came to his face at Dwicky's actions. It was amusing to say the least. Ignoring the mess around him that he was supposed to be cleaning up, Dib walked over to Dwicky and moved his hands up the man's shirt to fiddle with the tie he always insisted on wearing. "Well, I guess there is one other thing you could do for me." Little by little the tie came loose under Dib's fingers and he raised his gaze up to look Dwicky in the eyes.

Slowly Dwicky's smile softened and he raised a hand to brush a few fingers against Dib's cheek, minding the small bandages still there for the scratches. "And what's that?" he asked quietly.

Dib leaned his head a bit into the touch while his fingers slid off the loose tie and let drap around his own neck instead. "You could help me break in my bed." His hands moved to slowly unbutton Dwicky's shirt from top to bottom, stopping at the middle as he spoke up again. "That is, if you still want to." He gave another small grin as he leaned up on tip toes and moved a hand to pull Dwicky's head down so he could place a slow kiss on the man's lips.

Dwicky didn't put up much of a fight, not against the kiss anyway. He pressed against Dib's lips, resting his hands down at the boy's small hips. He pulled away gently, though for such a small kiss his heart was beating excitedly. "Dib," he gave a small sort of laugh, after he kept his voice at a whisper, "your sister and her friend are downstairs. And as much as I'd like to take you in your room, on your bed, surrounded by plastic aliens.. You aren't exactly very.." Dwicky cleared his throat and toyed with the tie now at Dib's neck; which he found so cute. "Well.. quiet." Dwicky had to grin a little after at that. "Besides, wouldn't you rather christen your room after it's clean?"

Dib pouted a little at Dwicky's answer while at the same time he blushed, not realizing how loud he could really be. His eyes moved around the room and took in all the little knick knacks and every bit of dust that had settled over the years. "I guess, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to do a little bit of cleaning up first." He turned his eyes back to Dwicky and gave a small grin. Slowly he back stepped away from the other and moved his hands up to the tie, brushing his fingers over it as he spoke. "I get to keep this." The expression on his face turned playful. "Payback for my shirt."

Dwicky grinned at that, he really had to. "And what about your pants?" He began to re-button up his shirt so it wasn't obscene. "Or.. was that a freebie .. with benefits?" His look went rather sly as he raised both his brows, still looking at Dib as he smoothed down his shirt once done up.

"Just a small freebie." Dib moved his fingers up and pinched them together as he said 'small' and then dropped them back down. "I will be getting my payback for those as well pretty soon." He gave a smirk. "Don't worry." He looked around the room again and pointed to the boxes that had been piled up. "You can move those out into the hall while I go downstairs to get everything we need like we planned. No sense in them being in the way." He moved back towards the door, walking past Dwicky as he did, and pointed forwards. "To the lions den." His free hand moved up to pocket the tie and with the other he opened the door to make his way out.

Dwicky gave a small laugh; those girls, so spooky. "Glory to the brave." He gave a salute to the conquering hero.

Dib went down the steps as quietly as he could not at all wanting to even grab the girls' attention. He poked his head around the wall and all seemed to be safe since they were both so absorbed in sudden game playing. With a heavy sigh, Dib ignored them as much as they were ignoring him at the moment and quietly went into the kitchen, remembering that everything Dwicky said they would need had usually been stuffed in a small closet. So, he went over to it and was relieved to find most of it in there. He began to rummage around, letting out a small curse that he had picked up from Dwicky when a broom fell.

That was enough, just the smallest disturbance was caught by curled antenna. And the last two steps of boot heels that settled the Irken behind Dib were audibly made.

"You shouldn't be here." Tak spoke in a cold hard tone, as if that would be enough to erase Dib from her sight.

Dib quickly turned around to face the voice, looking at the body it belonged to. It wasn't just Tak he had to face. Gaz was also there with her, but perched up on a kitchen counter with narrowed eyes much like she had at the door to greet him. He stared at the hateful girl in front of him, who beat him in height, with fearful eyes before he looked away. His expression tried to change to something blank that Tak couldn't toy with. "It's my home."

"Said the fly to the spider." Tak's retort was sharp enough to slit a few throats, or anything else that dare near. And she took a step forward, but it wasn't a human girl who neared, nor human eyes; merciless voids of purple that kept narrowed and mean. Her lip curled back, leaving a jagged toothed smirk knowing her appearance.

Gaz gave a cruel smirk at the scene playing out before her. It was much too easy and she knew exactly what was to come next. "Scream, Dib. Yell it. Yell what you know is true." She leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the counter. Her next words came out just barely above a whisper. "Do it."

Dib's eyes widened at the sudden change, and at his sister's words, as he looked back up. Just as quickly he shut his eyes as tight as he could and bowed his head. "I'm not going to say anything about something that isn't real." His voice was shaking so badly that it was almost impossible to make out his words. "You're just messing with me."

But Tak wouldn't have the declination, she grabbed Dib's jaw forcing the boy's head up to look at her; even if his eyes wouldn't see, other senses would. "Those hits were real, Dib. Everything in the asylum was real. And everything here will only get more real the longer you stay where you're not wanted." Her clawed fingers dug into skin to keep Dib from pulling away. "It's too bad that leg wasn't broken." She toed the bandaged leg rather unkindly with her pointed boot. "But we can remedy that, can't we, cuddle-piggy?" Tak eyed Gaz musingly.

Gaz let a slow grin come to her lips at the endearment as well as the thoughts running through her head. "Of course we can." She hopped off of the counter and down onto the floor with ease. With a few steps she made her way to the both of them and ran her hands through her big brother's hair. "It should be quite easy." Her grip tightened on the strands rather painfully.

Dib's heart thudded in his chest much too quickly. Each touch Tak had given to him had caused him to try and keep in pained noises. When Gaz touched his hair he finally opened his eyes and looked back and forth between the both of them, keeping in the last noise at the harsh grip. "Why won't you just leave me alone and let me be okay?" As he asked the question he tried to fight against the grips the girls had on him, but each one was strong.

"I think that would be wise." There was a click of lips behind the girls and the tap of sneaker on the kitchen floor. "Especially while there's an adult still in the house, and these actions are quite incriminating when witnessed.. first hand." There Dwicky stood, crossed arms, looking as if he were breaking up just a simple teenage disagreement.

Tak's eyes opened some, a little off set by how cool Dwicky was acting when he saw her as she was; most ran screaming with their eyes bugging out, and this was rather disappointing. She glanced at Gaz but her grip on Dib declined.

Gaz narrowed her eyes at the voice and her thoughts seemed to center around the same thing Tak's did. Dwicky was acting much too calm for having seen what he just did. Her surprise slowly melted away and instead a smirk came to her face once more as she released the grip she had on Dib. She turned around to face Dwicky, not giving Tak any sort of signal to change back and instead letting the girl stay as she was. "We weren't doing anything wrong. Dib just never really knew when to play rough." She looked back and forth between Tak and Dwicky, her eyes staying on the man after. "It would be best for you not to get involved."

Dib stayed as he was after he had been let go, but his eyes traveled over to Dwicky. As much as he was relieved that the man had come to help him, the words that Gaz said caused him to become a little worried. One of his hands moved out to touch his sister's back, anything to grab her attention again and make her stop whatever it was she had planned in that head of hers, but she only stepped forward so his hand couldn't touch her anymore.

Dwicky looked from Gaz to Dib with nothing resembling a flinch, which probably riled the girl up more. "Dib, I moved the boxes into the hall." He gestured for the boy to move; he didn't like Dib anywhere near the two girls. "Go continue work on your room. I've been meaning to talk to the girls anyway." His gaze settled on Gaz and Tak, a firm gaze, meant to hold authority; he was a counselor after all, defusing problems was suppose to be his niche. Unfortunately this seemed more like a bomb waiting to go off than a problem.

Dib's eyes moved back to Dwicky as soon as the man said his name, and he nodded his head. "A-Alright." He moved to pick up what few things he had dropped which he would need to clean up. As soon as he had them in his hands he moved past both of the girls and walked through the kitchen, giving a worried glance to Dwicky before he made his way out.

Tak tensed but her antenna slicked back and her demeanor suddenly went cool, as she stepped nearer to Gaz. "... I don't like you." she announced to Dwicky in a rather level tone.

Gaz had watched Dib the entire time, but didn't once try to stop him. She was actually interested in what Dwicky had to say, especially if the man could look at Tak and not completely freak out. Of course, he could have been just as stupid as anyone else she knew and just didn't care. That caused her interest to suddenly leave and her bad mood to come back. As soon as Dib was out of sight, she placed a hand on Tak's shoulder as she spoke up. "You're my brother's counselor, not ours. I don't really see why we have to talk to you."

"You're Dib's sister and that's exactly why." Dwicky's brows lowered as he glanced at Tak then back to Gaz; best to cut the purple wire and leave the green one alone. "Leave him alone. He's been through a lot with no support. You think it's better to push him away and not deal with any problems, fine. But don't make a difficult situation worse. Leave him alone, he'll leave you alone." Dwicky uncrossed his arms, though he still held the girls in his gaze. "I don't want to have to go to your father about all of this," he then pointed Tak's way and his voice fell to a tone the Irken instantly didn't like, "or this. Understood?" He crossed his arms again.

Tak's antenna flattened down against her head but she didn't say anything, though she wanted to bite the finger that pointed her way clean off the man's hand.

Gaz's eyes narrowed and a scowl came to her face at such threats. For a few moments she stayed silent and kept her heated gaze on Dwicky before a slow smirk came to her lips. "You really think my dad will believe you?" She shook her head slowly. "After everything that happened at the asylum and everything Dib did to us." She turned her eyes back on Dwicky. "I don't think Dad will be able to believe anything like that. He may just think we were provoked." The smirk fell away and became something more vicious. "And you better keep your mouth shut about this."

Dwicky was surprised just how venomous pre-teen girls could be. He had to take his time before speaking again, clearing his throat into a fist; otherwise his voice would have shook. "You don't want this to get any uglier than I do. Let's just stay on our separate sides. Co-existence is easy when one steers clear of the other." He raised hands, palms to the ceiling in gesture. "That's all I ask."

"Little man wants mercy." Tak spoke to Gaz though her eyes stayed pinned on Dwicky.

"Amusing." And it was easy to tell by Gaz's tone that she really did find the whole situation to be as such. "Why should we even grant Dib, or you for that matter, such a wish? Things were so quiet and so calm when he was stuck in that place. He belongs there and I have a right to have Dad all to myself when Dib caused nothing but trouble the entire time he lived here!" Her voice had risen through her speech and the anger she had was obvious through her shaking fists.

"Is that what this is about?" Dwicky's brows rose in his obvious surprise. "Favoritism?" He shook his head; Professor Membrane was a man of little time, and that little time seemed to be fought over on deadly terms. "Your father needs to learn how to schedule his time better with both his children." Dwicky shook his head. "Dib is better than he was several years ago. He's calmed down, no rants, no aliens, no 'weirdness.' If you gave him a chance.. you could see what a good brother he can be now."

"I don't need a brother." Gaz tried to calm her shaking as she spoke the words. Instead of keeping her eyes on Dwicky she turned them away, trying to calm herself down. "He's an annoyance. A pest. Just plain crazy. No amount of treatment or counseling is going to help him." She turned her eyes back to Dwicky and once more glared holes into the man as best she could. "We can live without him."

Tak ran her claws up and down Gaz's sides, trying to sooth the aggravation rather than the fierce sadistic anger the girl had that she rather admired.

"That's going to have to change. I stand firm by what I just said." Dwicky returned the glare, determined, not hateful. "I'll be talking to your father when he gets home, so I suggest you girls 'play nice.' Let's just agree to disagree, and keep things nice and peaceful." He then turned, finished with them, though their hard glares felt like knives in his back.

Tak slid her arms full around to hug Gaz's middle, pressing her front against the other's back. She whispered low against the girl's ear "... They both have to go."

Gaz only gave a slow nod in response. Although Tak's small embrace had calmed her somewhat, Gaz still felt the need to go and rip something, anything, apart at that very moment. It seemed Dib wasn't going to be their only problem to deal with and that made things a bit more difficult.

The one boy that had been the center of all the attention was at the moment tearing a stubborn poster off the wall. As soon as Dib had closed his door, he had taken Dwicky's tie out of his pocket and placed it back around his neck figuring it was the best thing he had next to Skeets. The plush would have been stubborn to carry around as he cleaned. As he tried to keep his mind off of what was going on downstairs, he gave one final yank to the poster and almost fell off of the bed, which he had been standing on.

Dwicky easily caught Dib against his chest, slipping arms around the boy as he captured him onto his lap and sat down on the bed in one motion, not giving Dib much say in the matter. Though he knew it wasn't the best of ideas to be throwing affections in the middle of what was a war zone. But Dwicky just felt like he stared Death, double Deaths, in the face, so he risked stealing a cuddle. "Mmmph Dib good."

Dib looked upside down at Dwicky since he couldn't turn his head very well and gave a small smile. He was much too relieved to see the other back in one piece and couldn't help leaning back against Dwicky. "I'm guessing everything went okay since you're back here without any injuries." He tossed the ripped up piece of paper aside that he was still holding and turned just a bit in Dwicky's arms so he could wrap his own around the man.

Dwicky let out a low groan and he flopped back on the bed taking Dib with him. "Barely." He rubbed his face, mostly his eyes and brows. "I think they stared a hole right through my face. I could reach right in and tickle my own brain." He stopped, thinking about that analogy. "Ewww." He gave another groan, flopping his arm across his eyes. "They're just.. not nice girls."

Dib made a face at the one small gross thing Dwicky said, but all the same, he crawled a bit further up on top of the man. One of his hands moved up and dragged Dwicky's arm off his own face. As soon as the other could see him, he shook his head. "I told you so." A frown came to his face. "You shouldn't worry about dealing with them. It's my problem." He moved to sit up, his legs straddling Dwicky's waist as he did. "I dealt with Gaz all of the time when we were younger. It's no big deal. I'm sure things will calm down soon." He linked their fingers together and let them rest on Dwicky's chest.

"Hopefully, now." Dwicky ran his free hand with lazy motion up and down Dib's thigh. He glanced at the closed door, knowing their position at the moment wouldn't be helping them. But he didn't want to get up just yet. He glanced around the room. "I see you've gotten a small start." Blinking Dwicky gave a small sniff before making a face. "Somethings gone bad in here. Did you leave any hidden sandwiches around three years ago? ... or is it dirty laundry and old alien garbage?" He gave a teasing grin.

Dib narrowed his eyes a bit down at Dwicky. "Oh yeah, that's very funny." He looked away and refused to speak for a few moments. The act didn't hold up though and he gave a sideways glance to Dwicky while he tried not to look as embarrassed as he seemed. "It might be a little of both. Here and there."

Dwicky covered his mouth but it did little to stifle his laugh. He even rolled to his side to cover up his laughter but that was doing little to stop it; Dib's reaction was funnier than the fact that he was right. "See, that's what all the garbage bags I mentioned before are for." He looked up at Dib, grinning. "Though I think our best bet is to hook up a tank of all surface disinfectant spray and just hose down the entire room. Who knows what creepy crawlies are lurking in what foreboding dark places in this room. Like three year old dirty underpants... -and burnt gerbils." That had Dwicky laughing again, and he tried to stifle it against the bed.

That last part had Dib blushing, but grinning at the same time as he playfully punched Dwicky in the shoulder. "Cheap shot." He pulled his hand back and shook his head for a moment before he grinned once more while looking down at the other. "Besides, the gerbils are gone. You don't have to worry about finding any burnt little rodents around here." He waved a hand. "They were useless and I got sick of having them in the house." He dropped his hand and blinked. "Or, actually, Gaz got sick of them being in the house, so I got rid of them."

Dwicky chuckled, finally turning and sitting up with a grunt. "From the looks of things you were a kleptomaniac with an obsessive compulsive disorder." He fiddled with his own tie around Dib's neck, trying to see if he could actually tie it without actually wearing it; it took a lot more brain work than he thought. "In English: a pack rat. I used to be like that. Hm. Correction, I still am." Dwicky gave a small chuckle. "You've seen my closet." He finished, but didn't think it looked right, so he undid it and tried again. "I just haven't had a chance to go through it all since I got back. Hmmm. Ah! There!" He tried to smooth the tie that insistently wouldn't lay flat but gave up when the tie seemed to be winning that battle.

Dib looked down and poked at the tie. "You look better in it than I do." He realized that could have been taken any real way after the words left his mouth, but didn't really care and only shrugged as he looked back up at Dwicky. "Well, when I go back to your place we could always clean out your closet. Although, that means other activities will have to wait." He let out a small sigh as if the situation was much too depressing to think about. "But, I guess if it must be done." He gave a small smirk.

Dwicky rolled his eyes. "Teenagers. You're such a pervert." He gently tugged Dib forward by the tie. "But.. you're my pervert." He placed a lingering kiss on the boy's lips, moving just enough to lick the corner of Dib's lips. Dwicky leaned back with a lazy grin. "You'll live. You've lived this long before today without. Now, c'mon. Get up." He patted Dib's butt. "Let's get this room cleaned and start acting like the professional relationship that we should be having."

"Oh, it's professional now?" Dib moved off of Dwicky's lap and moved completely off of the bed as soon as he could. When his feet were touching the floor he turned around to face the other and grinned a bit, his hands moving behind his back. "Just a step above illegal. That's a start." He couldn't help teasing, really he couldn't.

"Shhhh." Dwicky put a finger to his lips as he stood, a grin turning the corner of his lips. "Ex-nay on the illegal-stay, babeh." He dusted his hands off and showed them to prove he wasn't red handed. "These hands will be good. I promise." He pointed at Dib, giving the boy a playful stern look. "Yours too." He wagged a no-no finger. "And no.. acting.. cute, or tempting, or, ya know, as seductive as a fourteen year old can." He snorted a laugh and turned to continue laughing into a hand; it was mean, but it was funny too.

Dib raised a brow at the laughter and slowly crossed his arms over his chest. His voice quiet as he spoke. "This fourteen year old was seductive enough to get lucky twice in one day." With that he turned around, but his voice was still heard as he made his way over to a shelf that held some random toys and figures. "Such a boring cleaning job. Maybe it would be more interesting if I had one of those frilly little maid outfits." Dib reached over and picked up the duster he had placed on his computer table and waved it around. "I'm sure it wouldn't be boring then." He didn't dare turn around to face Dwicky, he was afraid the man would see the laughter he was trying to hold in.

"Yea.. well..- that fourteen year old shouldn't tempt old men who are amorous. Or that fourteen year old won't be walking straight until he's fifteen." Dwicky couldn't help laughing again. "I don't know about that maid outfit. I might be more entertained than, well." He cleared his throat, snickering. "I mean, really, would you find me attractive in a short frilly skirt? Duster? High heels?" Dwicky pulled on some cleaning gloves so he could poke at the more questionable things, picking them up with a sour face as he put them in a garbage bag. "Or is drag more your thing?" Dwicky smirked Dib's way.

"Oh, I don't know. What if I want to feel pretty sometimes?" Dib tried to pout as he looked over at Dwicky, but he really couldn't keep a straight face for more than two seconds. Soon he was laughing and trying to muffle the noise in his arm as he turned back around. As he took every bit of junk off the shelf and began to dust the spot, he spoke up again, making sure he had himself under control beforehand. "This is going to take some getting used to. Either that, or I'm going to have to fill these walls with something else." He picked up the figures he had taken down and walked back over to Dwicky. For a few seconds he looked at the trash bag before he shrugged and dumped them in. "C'est la vie."

"Bravo." Dwicky gave a smile, despite the utter plaguing guilt, because he felt good that Dib was cleaning out the old making way for the new. "You could wallpaper your walls with posters of hot, nearly nude men." Dwicky had to cover his mouth at the rather immature laugh he made after that. His cheeks grew a bit warm. "Though, I think your dad would question a few things, if you did that." He lowered his hand back down, raising his thick brows as he tilted his head. "And I might get jealous. Sculpt bodies, rippling muscles seemingly carved from marble or some kind of glistening stone? Stiff competition." Dwicky raised his arm to show off what 'rippling muscles' he didn't have, and laughed.

Dib blushed and shook his head. "That's alright. I think I would rather keep my dad guessing as much as I can." He gave a small smile after Dwicky's actions and moved a hand up to pinch the man's arm. "Well, you seem pretty strong to me if you can take on two terrifying girls all at once." He clasped both of his hands to his chest and batted his eyes a bit. "My hero." He gave a small grin.

Dwicky laughed. "I never took you for the damsel type. Nor me for the hero type. But if it impresses you, I'd take any girl on. Even the most scariest of them all. Not that I've seen anything scarier than those two." He shook his head. "Maybe I should get a cape. Or a horse. Or a sword!" He brandished some obscure piece of junk and swung it around before dumping in the bag too. "But girls are scary. Or as we like to call them in my age group: 'women.'" Dwicky tsked in mock disappointment. "And to think, you could be dating some nice girl who likes vidyea games and smells like a flower shop. You two could even swap dresses, and feel pretty together."

"That's okay." Dib moved back to the walls and once more began tearing down more random posters of ships, aliens, and other such things. "I could always bug you to play some games with me. I like the fact you don't reek of flowers." He brought the ripped up pieces of paper over to the bag and dumped them in before looking back up at Dwicky with a small grin. "And, if worse came to worse, I could always make you wear a dress and feel pretty with me."

Dwicky raised a hand and waved it. "I'll pass. I don't do drag well." He pointed down "The heels kill my feet." He chuckled as he went back to heaping more inane junk into the bag. The dust he unsettled caused him to sneeze several times and he waved a hand. He grabbed up some cleaner spray and started attacking the dusty, grimy corners of the area he was cleaning. "So. What new things are you going to put up? Any plans for your new fabulous room?"

Dib stepped away from Dwicky's sudden need to spray whatever he saw, not wanting to get the cleaner caught in his mouth. "I'm not sure. I might just mess with the room as I go along. Ya know, buy stuff here and there and just place it where I want it." He looked over at his computer table and the computer that had been long forgotten. "This room isn't the only thing that needs to be cleaned out."

Dwicky paused from his fury of disinfecting terror to look over at the computer Dib was looking over. "Technology. I'm too poor to get well acquainted with that mistress. Always thought they were kinda neat though." He stared at the computer tower for a moment before his gaze slowly slid over to Dib and his expression became more sly as he stepped over beside the boy. "Soo, Dibuh. Got anything i interesting /i ," he lightly nudged Dib with his elbow, winking. "Wink wink. On that computer, thar? Nudge nudge."

Dib turned his head to look at Dwicky, and raised a brow. "Well, considering I was eleven the last time I used that computer then, no." He gave a small grin. "Sorry to disappoint you." He walked over to the computer table and sat down in the chair that was still dusty. With a small punch of a button he prayed that the computer would switch on and in less than a few seconds the monitor flicked to life, as did the towers that were sitting on the desk. "Ha! It works!"

"Awww. I am disappointed." Dwicky pouted as he walked over to stand beside Dib, looking at the screen. "And here I was hoping to see the more naughty side of your life." He blinked. "At the young impressionable age of eleven. Hm. That.. -that sounds wrong." He shook his head. "I'm a bad influence. Dib," he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, "don't listen to me. I think bad, bad thoughts about young boys." He pointed with the other hand. "Ya'know, I didn't always used to be this way. I used to date people around my age rather maturely. Girls, a few boys when the parents weren't looking." Dwicky then looked back to the screen. "So, anything interesting on there?"

Dib had raised a brow at Dwicky's small little story, but quickly shook his head once the computer completely started up and got to the screen. "Same old, same old." He moved the mouse around on the screen, clicking through a few things. "I have a whole folder where I keep records from the skool's database. It lets me know who is attending what class, who is getting what grade, and even what we're having for lunch the next day." He clicked on the file and flinched. "But, it's really old and from the last few days when I was in Skool." He closed the folder and shrugged. "I'll update it later." He moved things around again until he got to another folder that had a triangular looking logo on it with strange looking antenna. "This is the thing I need to get rid of. Everything about Zim." When the folder was opened the amount of pictures, files, and other such things were well into the thousands.

Dwicky's jaw practically unhinged from his skull. It took him a long moment to recover and his jaw clacked shut, followed by a hard swallow. "Uhh-huuuhhhh.. Dib, hunny, um. Wow. I-- I didn't realize you were that deep in. That's, um. That's, spooky stalkerish." He squeezed the boy's shoulder, glancing at him. "You might want to very much delete that folder." Dwicky tried to swallow his panic, but something about all that proof staring at back at him in so many many many files that made Dwicky's integrity feel disgustingly vile and his reasons uselessly paper thin. "... Please." Dwicky had to look away, he suddenly felt physically ill.

Dib frowned for a moment as he looked at Dwicky. "That bad, huh?" He looked back at the computer screen and stared at the folder for a few moments. So much information he had collected for absolutely nothing. For a few seconds his fingers tapped at the mouse before he finally gave into it all and deleted the whole folder, watching as each file was completely destroyed. After it was all over he stared at the screen as the frown came back to his face. "What a waste."

A hand rested atop Dib's head, smoothing over the dark hair. "Maybe. But as long as you learn something from all of this, maybe it isn't." Dwicky answered quietly. He rested his hand on Dib's shoulder again. He should have been relieved that all of it was gone, but deleting Zim from Dib's computer didn't erase the Irken from the boy's life, as much as Dwicky would have liked it to. It was just a bigger piece of the larger deception that Dwicky hoped to never face up to; as cowardly a thought as that was, he prayed Dib would never know, never ask, never confront him on any of it. "Besides, I'm sure there's far more useful things you could find to fill your hard drive with. Like.. um.. pirated software, illegal music downloads, and of course, let us not forget, the por--- never mind. C'mon, we need to clean up the area around the computer before the computer itself." Dwicky ruffled Dib's hair, trying to pull either of them out of the gloom.

Dib chewed at his lip as he stared at the screen a little longer. Finally he gave a slow nod and moved to get up from the chair, brushing the back of his pants free of dust. "You're right. It's still just a little difficult." His eyes moved to a little figure of a vampire that stood on top of one of his towers. With careful fingers he picked it up and studied it for a few moments before he turned towards one of the garbage bags. He moved the figure up and tried his best to throw it straight into the bag, but missed horribly and almost hit the window. The horrid throw caused him to pout and look over at Dwicky. "I was always horrible at basketball." He gave a small smile.

Dwicky tried to keep his laughter in. "Aw, I still love you despite your inability to hit the broad side of a barn. What about other sports? Soccer, baseball.. oh wait, that has throwing. Football." He paused and cleared his throat, trying to keep a straight face; Dib in football was such a hurtful image. "Volleyball, tennis, badminton.. um.. I think swimming is a sport. Hm. Figure skating?" Dwicky laughed, shaking his head as he found a box full of collected questionable samples of things that looked way past their expiry date. He pointed down at it. "I don't wanna know, do I?"

Dib had been glaring at Dwicky for the laughter, but when the box was mentioned his expression turned curious. He moved over to look inside and quickly stepped back immediately after. "No, no you don't. That's trash and maybe we should quarantine it as well. Set it on fire and all that." He moved a foot out to kick at the box. "Maybe we could set it on fire in Gaz's room." He glanced to Dwicky then looked back at the box, trying to seem innocent, as if he had never said such a thing.

Dwicky gave Dib a stern look at such a suggestion, but his grin didn't help at all. "Tempting. But shhh. No no no. We'll just give it its own bag." He grabbed a new garbage bag and shoved the box in it, thankful he was still wearing cleaning gloves. Quickly he knotted the top of the garbage bag and dragged it out of the room, shutting the door after. "Phew. Safe." Dwicky walked over to Dib's closet and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Um.. Dib? Why is your closet locked?" He looked at the boy questioningly.

Dib moved his hand up and wiggled his fingers. "Because it's not just a closet." He walked over to Dwicky and stopped near the doors. There was a small blackened panel near the doors that Dib looked over for a few seconds before frowning. "Well, seeing as it looks like I did grow a bit let's see if this works." He put his hand to the panel, but scrunched it up a bit. It took a few tries before the panel actually recognized his prints, but finally the doors came alive and moved aside and as they did Dib dropped his hand back down, acting as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Once they were completely out of the way the inside of the closet could be seen. Most of what was inside was old technology that was busted, or some parts that hadn't even been used yet. A laptop sat on the top shelf that looked familiar. The rest of what was in the closet was actually clothes and a few small posters on the walls.

Dwicky's lower eye lid twitched. Looking back Dib's obsession with Zim seemed like some silly childish game, but looking on it now, it brought an obscure pang of jealousy in Dwicky that he didn't like. It was a silly thing to feel. Though Dwicky felt the guilt crawl though his stomach when he saw that laptop. "Feels kinda like unlocking a time capsule. It's got that same ghostly exhale when you've opened something that's, like, a thousand years old." He reached over and pulled the sleeve to look at one of the many hundreds of small blue happy faced shirts. "... I think you'll need to buy some new clothes. Eerie." Looking deeper into it, Dib had been one creepy boy. Dwicky let go and dusted his hands off.

Dib shrugged his shoulders as he looked over the clothes he had worn the few years back. "I can fill it up with what I brought with me. After that I guess I do need to buy more stuff." He moved forward and started to rummage through the mess that was inside. Everything he brought out was just old pieces of metal from old inventions he had tried to make himself and he easily threw them aside on the floor. "All of this is such junk. I don't even know why I kept it. I guess I thought I could make something else with the better parts to capture Zim." He pulled a few more things off of shelves and stopped when he came across one old dusty device. He pulled it out and looked it over for a few moments, moving it around before he stepped out from the closet and held it out for Dwicky to see. "Remember this?" He smirked.

"I dooo. It's that thinga-ma-thinger that does stuff when we did that thing." Dwicky took the device and looked it over himself. "Alien identification transmitter, yea, that's it." He'd seen a few updated models on his travels but he recognized this one in particular right on the spot. He dusted it off, holding it after in both hands. "Ever thought of inventing stuff? Like, stuff that no one's invented yet. For the better of man kind or.. something." Dwicky looked back to the device, turning it over in his hands. "Digsum and Sloat." He laughed quietly. "I can't believe I remembered those names." How could he forget? It was all that ran through his mind those last few years, flying around with a race with a name that he thought they'd made up off the top of their heads. "I wore a burnt gerbil on my head.. it was kinda funny."

Dib gave a small sad smile as he kept his eyes on the device. "I think it tried to chew at your hair after a while." He leaned over to take the device back and looked it over once more, turning it around in his hands. "If I try to invent things then I'll just end up like my dad. I'll shut myself away from the world and the people I care about." He turned his eyes back to Dwicky for a small moment before he dropped them back down. "It seems unfair." He flicked a small switch on the device, but it refused to come to life.

"Maybe not. We're talking inventor, not scientist." Dwicky stepped over a few things, pushing the clothes aside with one hand as he backed Dib deeper into the closet; a blind spot from the door. "You won't turn out like your dad, because you aren't your dad." Either hand raised to brush fingers against Dib's cheeks. "You see what he's done wrong and do differently, learning from his mistakes. You can be whatever you want." His hands drew down to Dib's neck, brushing thumbs softly against the boy's jaw. "You have the rest of your life ahead of you, kiddo."

Dib looked up at Dwicky for a few seconds. The small touches slowly eased the bit of worry he had, but the smile he had tried to keep on his face fell away. He placed the device he held aside on a shelf, so he could wrap his arms around Dwicky's waist as he spoke. "I know that you're probably right, but what if I screw up somewhere? So far I haven't really been that great at life choices and it ended me up somewhere I don't want to go back to." He glanced away. "I don't want to mess up at something else."

"Sometimes you just have to live life day by day." Dwicky stole a kiss since he had the opportunity to. "Just make the best decisions you can for whatever the situation, and live on knowing at least you tried. But you're doing really good so far. Really really good. Look where you are: home, out of the mental hospital, in your room, cleaning up, starting new, going to skool again." He leaned down to speak more quietly against Dib's ear. ".. In the closet." He pressed a kiss to Dib's ear.

Dib let out a small noise at the kiss and held tightly to Dwicky's shirt. A slow smirk came to his lips and he looked at the other out the corner of his eyes when he spoke up once more. "That's funny. I thought I was more out of the closet than in." All the same he turned his head to press a kiss to Dwicky's lips, pushing his tongue past teeth.

Dwicky pushed Dib further in until the boy's back thudded against the wall, taking advantage of Dib's mouth soon after. He broke away just enough to speak. "No, you're in very deep," he pressed a brief kiss, "so very very deep." He pressed his lips back to Dib's, meeting the boy's tongue with his own.

Dib moved a hand up Dwicky's back until he reached the back of the man's head, burying his hand in his hair. He pulled Dwicky's head down further, pressing his lips harder against the man's mouth as he curled his tongue around the other's. His other hand moved down and up the man's shirt, running his fingers over skin, suddenly annoyed that he no longer had any nails.

Dwicky pulled away from Dib's lips, licking away the tiny string of saliva that trailed from their tongues, keeping the boy pinned. He trailed kisses across Dib's cheek, giving the rim of the boy's ear a lick. All of it was against his far better judgment, but a second of quality time couldn't hurt.

Dib squirmed a bit under the attention, but easily leaned into the small lick. He let out a little whine that he couldn't keep in and leaned down despite being pinned, to bite at Dwicky's neck. His hand that was buried in Dwicky's hair pulled the strands a bit roughly before falling away to grip the man's shirt once more.

"Shhh." Dwicky took either of Dib's wrists, pinning them to the wall above Dib's head. "You have to be quiet." he whispered with a sly grin. He pressed a few kisses down Dib's arm, licking the skin in a few places, when he got to the sleeve of shirt he went back to Dib's ear. "And I've never known you to be quiet." Dwicky chuckled low in his throat, giving Dib's ear a slow lick before he took the rim in his mouth to suck on.

Dib tried to press his lips together to keep himself quiet, but it wasn't really doing any good. The fact Dwicky had pinned his wrists caused him to narrow his eyes as he pouted and struggled just a bit. He didn't struggle very well, though, and it seemed as if he wanted to be pinned. "No fair." The words were shaky as he let out another low sound because of the attention to his ear.

Dwicky hummed around the ear in his mouth, lapping his tongue over it before he let go. "Mm. You're right. I shouldn't be doing this." It was obvious he was teasing, in the worst of ways. "Your room needs to be cleaned." He dipped his head to nose away the collar of Dib's shirt to suck upon some choice bit of skin he'd already bruised prior today. "I should.. just..," he softly bit at Dib's throat, "let you go.. get to work." Dwicky pulled away but he didn't let Dib's wrists free.

A small whimper came from Dib and his fingers twitched against the wall. His eyes moved to look behind Dwicky at the mess that still littered the room then back up at the man. "I think it's pretty clean." The expression on his face became a bit playful. "You could still let me go, though, so I could work on other things." He grinned.

Dwicky seemed to actually think that over but blinked when he realized he was and shook his head, giving a grin. "No. Nooo. Bad Dib. That's a bad thought. Not right now." Though all the same he leaned forward again; a captured squirmy Dib was a hard thing to resist, especially from kissing. "Especially when your dad is due home soon."

Dib moved forward as best he could and took Dwicky's bottom lips between his teeth, since the man was so close. He sucked on it for a few moments before he let go, letting his tongue trail down before he pulled back and squirmed once more. The struggling didn't last for long, though, and Dib let out another low noise before he spoke up again. "But, he's not home right now."

"But your sister and her friend are." Dwicky licked his own lips, brows furrowing just a slight at the taste and the small pining noise he let in his throat didn't help prove his reserve was very strong. "And they're mean. And would probably beat us both up. Just by staring at us." Dwicky let his eyes follow down Dib's body and suddenly wished he hadn't. Up his gaze flicked to the boy's face. He closed one eye and stuck out his tongue as he finally let go of Dib, stepping back slowly. "Good Dib. Stay. No tempting the Dwicky. Room cleaning good."

Once he was let go, Dib lowered his hands back down to his sides, but they didn't stay there for long. One hand moved out to catch the edge of Dwicky's pants as the man was backing away. He kept it there for a few moments as he tilted his head to the side, a small pout on his lips. "You're no fun." He ran his finger lightly over the other's skin as his pout became a smirk.

"Come on." Dwicky took Dib's hand in his, pulling the boy with him as he stepped out. "Out of the closet. Too much work to be done to play in there all day. You said yourself that this job would take all day, might as well not waste anymore daylight." He pressed a small kiss on Dib's knuckle.

Dib frowned as he was pulled out of the closet but gave in, although the small kiss to his hand still didn't really help his mood very much. "You started it." In all honesty, though, he couldn't really remember who started it. He took his hand back and shoved it in his pocket as he looked around the room once more. He would have much rather been stuck in the closet doing other things than cleaning up a three-year-old mess.

Dwicky offered Dib a smile before he looked back to the closet. "We can give your too-small-clothes to the needy. Unless you find a bunch of strange kids running around in your old clothes weird. Otherwise just sort through everything. Put the stuff you want to keep on your bed and everything else gets garbage bagged." He surveyed around the room much like Dib did and gave a heavy sigh. "... We just might need more garbage bags."

"You can get them this time." Dib shook his head as he said the words and knelt down near the pile of scrap that he had thrown out the closet. "I do not want to go back down there and have my leg threatened to be broken again." He pulled one of the bags near and started to throw most, if not everything, into the bag. "I'm very happy having it in one piece, and at least feeling better." He glanced up at Dwicky for a second. "Of course, I'm sure you want to go back down there just as much as I do."

Dwicky's look went nervous as he looked to the door, as if expecting either girl to be standing there with horns and pitch forks ready to devour them both. The man rubbed his arm and tried to give a casual shrug. "We don't need new bags just yet. But when we do, sure, I'll get them." He shook his head as he went back to feeding more junk into another garbage bag. "Eerie, how no one in your family acts alike. All three of you are so very different. Genetics are so crazy."

"Just imagine if all three of us acted the same." Dib stopped what he was doing a moment as he thought over his own words. After a few seconds he quickly shook his head and went back to what he was doing. "Never mind. I think that's probably just as creepy." He picked up one piece of scrap and looked it over, trying to figure out what exactly it was. "It's always been like this. One person can't really stand what the other two do or how the other two act, and so on." He finally threw the piece of metal away, giving up on it. "Some more than others, I guess."

"In a rather deranged sort of way.. it kind of makes your family honest." Dwicky waved either of his hands defensively. "That's not making an excuse for all the stupid things they've done... -but as neglectful and mean as they are, they let you know exactly what they're thinking and feeling, no masking it up and no sugar-coating it." He cringed. "Unfortunately their method needs work. Lots of work. Years of work. And that's only if they agree to the change." He flipped through some magazines he'd found in a pile. When he found graphic images of 'REAL' alien autopsies he quickly closed it up and shuddered, putting it back down. "... Well, I'm traumatized," he added in a cheery tone.

Dib turned his head and looked at what Dwicky had been searching through. He couldn't exactly get a good look, so he got up from the floor and walked over to the other. When he saw the magazines his eyes widened, immediately recognizing them. "Hey, I didn't know I still had those things!" He grabbed up the first one on the pile and started to flip through the pages while he plopped down on the bed. "I nearly bought everything that they tried to sell. Most of it I never got to try out." He flipped to a page that had a hole in it which proved his point. "Hmm, I forgot what I bought out of this page."

"I think I'm blind." Dwicky rubbed his face, mostly his eyes with the palms of his hands. "The imagery has burned itself onto my retinas and now all I can see are organs." He let out a dramatic moan of pain. "I'll never be the same." He peeked through his fingers, moving to glance at the page. "Considering there is no such thing as aliens, sounds like a waste of money."

Dib's sudden excitement took a turn at those last words and the magazine was lowered so it was resting on his lap. "I guess so." He had just been reminded once more of why everything he once loved was being dumped in the garbage, and he hated it. He flipped a few more of the pages, but didn't really pay much attention to what he was looking at. Finally he stopped at another small autopsy page and tried to push his thoughts aside in favor of teasing Dwicky. He held up the magazine and pointed at the picture, pushing the paper closer as he spoke. "You have to admit, though, for something fake they did a good job at making it look real enough."

Dwicky gave a small shriek as he clamped his hands over his eyes, turning away. "Ugh! Keep it away! Keep it away! I like my food inside of my body, and not all over your floor. Yuck. Spooky people with too much free time and extra ketchup." He groaned, "Think I'll just lay on the floor and never get up now. Wait 'til the mental scarring heals." Dwicky fell over onto his side on the floor, keeping his eyes covered, twitching every now and again.

Dib couldn't keep the laughter in even if he tried. He tossed the magazine aside and got off the bed to sit on the floor beside the man. A few small noises left him as he tried to get his laughter under control, but as he did he moved his hands out to try and remove Dwicky's hands from his eyes. "I take it you don't watch very many horror movies?" He gave a small grin. "Wuss."

Dwicky blinked his eyes once his hands were gone, looking up at Dib. His offended frown came out more a pout that Dib was pretty on the mark. "I'm not a wuss. I'm.. um... just.. empathetic." He frowned more. "And have better things to do than watch TV."

Dib raised a brow at that and let go of Dwicky's hands only to rest his own on either side of the man's head. "Really? Do those better things include kissing little boys?" After the question was asked he leaned down to press his lips against Dwicky's own. One of his knees moved up to slide between the man's legs and he couldn't help but grin against the kiss the entire time.

A muffled groan left Dwicky and he chuckled low in his throat. "Well, it's more like little boys keep kissing me." He lifted his head up just enough to continue the kiss for a brief moment. "I try to fend them off, but I'm only human. They usually end up winning." He reached up, resting his hands at Dib's hips, drawing his hands up along the boy's sides, dragging the shirt up along the way.

Dib gave a pleased noise and soon his lips were on Dwicky's chin and moving down. He left a small trail down the man's throat, giving small licks here and there, stopping only when the shirt got in his way. He raised his eyes and gave a small smirk before he spoke. "I always end up winning." With that he moved back up a bit and took Dwicky's ear in his mouth, licking at the gold stud.

Dwicky bit his lip, swallowing any noise that wanted to leave. "You do. For you, I am a doormat." By the belt loops on Dib's pants Dwicky tugged the boy on top, running both his hands up and down the other's sides and back after.

Dib easily straddled Dwicky's waist without letting go of the man's ear. He bit down gently on the small piercing for a few seconds before he licked at it as he pulled back. He sat up straight on top of Dwicky, his expression playful as he moved one hand away from the floor to run it up Dwicky's shirt. "I think the room is clean enough for now." Without giving the other a chance to respond, Dib leaned down and pressed their lips together, pushing his tongue past lips and teeth.

Something vicious watched the scene play out from a small crack in the door. Earlier laughter had caused an annoyed sister to come up the stairs to make her presence known, but instead she found something much more interesting. Luck was on her side that someone hadn't closed the door all the way in their haste to get back upstairs and suddenly her worries of two bothersome people were brought down in one situation. The entire thing had a pleased grin coming to her face and, without a sound, Gaz turned to walk back downstairs to share the good news.