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A new longest chapter. It'S getting more and more fun writing this story, while it leads to more fluff and frustration, confusion and affection xD
Enjoy! Now!^^
Dib clearly noticed how nervous Zim was. Something was clearly bothering him. So, he just draped his arm over the Irken's shoulders and gently pressed him against his side, hoping Zim would open up a bit, when he comforts him.
"Come on, Zim. What's bothering you? It always helps when you speak about your problems with a friend. What's on your mind? Heh. I'm curious to know! I bet it's not stupid. How could it even be... you're Zim after all!" He happily added the last part, knowing some compliments are often helping when it comes to handle with Zim.
And they were even true. So, nothing wrong with that.
In the past, nobody had actually cared as much as Dib did in this moment... And that made Zim feel guilty about not saying what was actually on his mind... But how could he possibly say what was wrong?
It'd just sound so... weird.
Maybe he could just say what was wrong, but just leave out some parts that could be avoided. Yet, being so close to Dib at that moment and the words which had been spoken, made lying sound so wrong too.
"That's true, but it's really not important. I just keep thinking weird thoughts..." He said, before turning his head to the wall, away from Dib.
"About you..." He added, though it was barely above a whisper.
Zim really didn't want to explain anymore than that, so quickly shook his head and went to get off the bed. "Are we going or what?" He asked, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible too.
Now, if that wasn't obvious that Zim didn't want to talk about it further. Still, Dib was quite curious and it was Zim after all... In Dib's mind, everything about him was worth knowing. But what interested Dib more, actually shocked, were the two tiny words Zim said when he looked away from him...
'About me,' he thought, almost panicked and greatly blushed. 'Weird thoughts ... about me!?' Well, that could mean so much and that was the creepy thing about it. But the boy was smart enough not to mention it aloud and just let it drop. For now.
He awkwardly coughed into his hand, closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to reduce his tomato-face, and also also stood up. "Well, sure. Let's go then..." For reassuring, he did it again. Snatching Zim's hand and leading him out of the room, exactly knowing where to go, like it was his base. Silently and hand-holding, they eventually reached the living room. No GIR was in sight. Thank god!
Seeing the blush form on the human's face, Zim instantly regretted mentioning the 'about you' part... Who knows what Dib was thinking now... Probably that he was a creep... Or worse... Maybe he was though! Thoughts like those weren't normal to the Irken. Especially about a human... Dib particularly. But, before he could make another excuse which sounded less weird, he felt Dib's hand on his own and lead them down the halls and back to the elevator. And after a few minutes, they reached the main level.
It was quiet since GIR wasn't there, thankfully. The computer probably hadn't let the robot back inside yet. Good.
Zim shook his hand free, and walked over to the couch, where he had left his disguise the other day, and picked them up. He really hated them. The contacts were itchy, and the wig was uncomfortable, but there wasn't exactly another choice... So, after putting them both back on, he made his way back to Dib, and reunited their hands once again.
Without Zim's hand, Dib was about to ask something, but quickly shut his mouth again, after seeing the disguise in Zim's hands. Right. He needed it.
Heh. Funny, since he almost walked casually out of the house with an undisguised Zim in his hand. Very smart, Dib! But he was already so used to see the other in Irken form. It felt natural. Normal. But no-one was that stupid as to see Zim how he really looked without realizing his alien nature. Of course, it was the last thing Dib wanted. Nobody takes his Zim away from him! Right after their hands connected again, Dib subconsciously tightly gripped the other's one and squeezed it. Before he quickly hugged Zim, shutting his eyes.
Suddenly, pictures of policemen -dragging Zim away, undisguised and handcuffed- flooded his mind, so he held Zim even tighter. A tiny whimper left his mouth and soon... the pictures vanished. Dib opened his eyes, back in reality. Amber-coloured circles looked around the room for anything... suspicious. Nothing. Pweh. But nope, Dib didn't pull back.
One thing was for sure, Zim had not expected the hug from Dib. Especially when they were about to go outside. Not that he was going to complain. He wrapped his arms around the other's back and hugged back, if slightly confused.
Beginning to wonder if the human was okay, Zim changed his gaze so he could see Dib's face and saw that his eyes were shut. What certified that something was wrong though, was the whimper which left the other and how the hug tightened.
Now worried, Zim decided to ask. "Dib-Friend are you okay?" He questioned, reaching up a hand to mess with the other's hair again. The situation sure had changed. Just a few moments ago Dib was the one worried about him, but now it was Zim who was worried about Dib. Strange, but not unlikely. And the way the human was looking around the room said something too... Had he seen something? Looking around also, he saw nothing. Not even a certain insane robot...
Everything was nice again as soon as Dib felt Zim's claws in his ebony-black hair. He relaxed greatly and let out a content sigh. How could he not like him, asking so sincere and worried if he was okay?
The boy smiled fondly at Zim and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Y-Yes, now I'm very okay. Thanks, Zim... Let's go eat something sweet!" Opening the door, they stepped outside. The sun was shining as friendly as yesterday. Birds sang in the trees and Dib was happy. So they silently walked hand in hand with Zim down the street, both of them dwelling on own thoughts. Which mostly revolved around the other one... The one being whose hand you're holding. The one you made all this touching and kissing.
But Dib was also slightly worried about himself. About what happened just moments ago. Was he getting paranoid? Probably not, since he was only afraid for Zim's well-being in any way. He didn't want to lose him, that was all! On the other side, Dib grew so fond of Zim. Such affection. It felt so nice. But then... Regarding all the things they did; he did with Zim... Zim did to him... It were things only mates are doing to each other. Alone that word.
Mate.
The mere thought of... being Zim's... mate. It didn't feel wrong in the slightest. Quite the opposite. Although Dib was totally new to this stuff, like Zim too, it felt so... so exciting, so comforting. Belonging to someone in such a way. It was unique. It was deep. It was meaningful. Zim was...
While all this stuff shot through his big head, Dib looked from time to time beside him. At his Irken. Zim... And every time, he did, his heart beat faster and ached. The warm smile never left Dib's face, when the 'deep-fried hut' slowly came in sight.
Noticing the other relax, Zim smiled ever so slightly and waited for a reply. He didn't have to wait for long though, since he got an answer and a quick kiss too. The Irken's face flared up straight away, and a mini spark made its way down his spine. Barely noticeable, but still there. For a few moment, he just stood there in shock, not expecting that at all. Even less than the hug.
But soon he blinked a few times and regained his mind whilst smiling slightly. "Okay," he replied, nodding happily. Once they were outside, he was relieved to see that it was still sunny. Rain would have just ruined everything. Especially since it was pretty much acid to him. But that wasn't important at that time, since there was hardly any clouds in sight.
Whilst walking, he began to think about what had happened moments ago back in his room. How embarrassed he'd got at just looking at Dib's... well, yeah... for just a moment! Why though? It'd never been a problem in the past whilst they'd battled...
Not that he had looked on purpose of course! Ugh... He wasn't helping himself at the moment... Really he wasn't. But this time Zim kept all this frustration mental. Didn't want a repeat of questions.
It wasn't even long enough to classify as a 'look' anyway. More of a 'glance'... But still, it made him feel weird... Mentally mostly, but also in other ways. Before he could get anymore confused, he decided to stop his train of thoughts, and looked up. There was a building approaching with a giant sign outside which said its name.
"Is that it?" Zim asked, pointing towards the building. If it was, then it wasn't very far from the base at all... How come he'd never seen it before? Maybe it was new. He highly doubted it though.
Zim seemed also to be in deep thoughts... but before Dib could wonder about what was going on in the Irken's head, he heard the question. "Yeah, that's it. With all the deep-fried stuff in it. It just recently opened." Taking a few steps, they entered the premises.
Like expected, almost nobody was inside. Quite empty. So, maybe he could talk with Zim in calmness. Eating and talking. Rather normal, right? Dib only hoped it won't turn too weird, awkward again... But maybe it would be different here, in public and with a candy-stuffed belly.
Dib walked towards the register, where the vitrines stood. There were all the things they're deep-frying. Cakes, waffles, fruited chocolate in all forms. Even cookies and ice-cream. After the process the cream was melted inside a hull of crunchy dough and oil. An options, was to pour caramel sauce over your fried order or whip-cream. Yep, pretty sweet that stuff...
Oh, so the place WAS new after all. Now Zim was just glad he hadn't said his thoughts out loud this time.
As they walked up to the building, Zim noted it's exterior. It was a lot cleaner than most other buildings in this town and less vandalism too. That would probably change in time though. Buildings never stayed clean round here... Even he knew that!
Once they were inside, he also noticed how hardly anyone was there. Zim smiled at that fact, before looking forward. The sight that met his eyes was a huge list of different food you could order... There were quite a few... A lot actually! It was almost like being back on Foodcourtia.
But better!
Maybe humans didn't have such bad taste in food after all. Well, this place didn't at least. One option stuck out though. Waffles! Zim grinned at this. Maybe GIR should come here some time and they could teach him how to properly cook them...
Food and soap do NOT mix!
Pressing his face to the vitrine, the choice was not easy, but in the end Dib chose. "We'll have two deep-fried chocolate bars and-"
He briefly looked back at the grinning Zim
"- a large waffle with caramel sauce and powder sugar on top of it and two cans of Poop cola." Dib knew how much the Irken liked them, since he spied on him and watched him eating waffles... He took a small sign with number 3 on it and walked to a far sitting area in the corner. Isolated and soft.
"Come on, Zim. we take this one over there." He said, pointing to the corner.
It was only then that he realized that their hands we still connected. Odd. No wonder, the cashier was looking at him with a grin. Slightly blushing he looked at Zim. They must have looked like two love-birds...But it wasn't embarrassing, just... odd. The thought was not unpleasant, just rather new. The boy stood there and fiddled with some coins in his pocket, while his 'occupied' hand got somewhat sweaty.
Listening to Dib order, immediately Zim turned his gaze to the other's face with the same smile. Maybe the human was psychic after all! Or maybe it was just obvious... Either way, he couldn't wait now. It sounded so delicious! But, before he could think any further, he felt Dib begin to walk, so quickly followed.
Only after a few steps, the human stopped, so Zim did also. There was now a blush on the other's face and he looked kind of nervous too... Especially since he seemed to be messing with something in his pockets. Coins probably... Turning his gaze behind the other, he saw the cashier which had served them grinning, before shaking his head and going through a door going to the back of the shop... Maybe to the kitchen.
Well, that was weird.
Looking back to Dib, he also felt that his hand was getting sweaty... "...Are you okay?" He asked, squeezing the other's hand slightly as a way to comfort him. He didn't like seeing the human like this, so... nervous looking. Or even slightly embarrassed even? Was it the hand-holding maybe? If so...
Zim let go of Dib's hand. He then smiled at the other, as if asking: 'Is that better?'
It wasn't important what people were thinking! What did other ever do for him anyway? Zim was the only one, so Dib was not going to let the stares of others affect their friendship. Now determined, Dib made his decision. 'I don't care!'
So he grabbed Zim's hand again and led him to the seats. Zim sat at the window's side and Dib took the opposite side. Neat. From there he could look at Zim pretty good.
Smiling smugly, Dib then stood up and snatched Zim's arm, slid his hand over it, until it reached the second green hand. It was not fair. One got a Dib-hand and the other was empty. So he took the second one too. Now their arms were outstretched on the table, while the boy's slightly bigger hands engulfed Zim's ones.
"Yep, I'm fine. Just waiting for our food," he replied delayed, quite happy now.
The sudden change in Dib was unexpected, but not bad. Since he seemed happier now; less... 'on edge'. Looking around though, Zim could see a few people looking at them, some looking slightly disgusted, some smiling... Why were they staring in the first place?
After giving each of them a glare, he sat down at the table, before looking back to Dib. Instead of a blush, there was now a smile, which was better to see. A happy Dib was better than a nervous one.
For a few moments, Zim just kept looking at the other's eyes. Yes, they were slightly blocked out by the glasses, but not enough to ruin the sight. But at feeling both his hands connected to Dib's own pair, he looked down at the clash of green and light peach.
And to think... Just less than a week ago, they were probably trying to tear the other apart. But no, not now.
The other's reply was delayed, sure, but he just glad to hear he was okay. Zim gave him a smile before turning his head to look outside. The light from the sun was beaming through the window on them both and so was the warmth. A few people walked down the street every now and then, and cars zoomed past every 10 or so seconds. Average day for most really...
Now that he was holding two hands and saw the smile on Zim's face, along with the warm sun and sweet-sticky smell in the air... the whole situation felt somehow like a date to Dib. Well, that made his heart beat quite fast, and like it was one of his trademarks, the blush returned again. It was strangely like him though: When a blush was barely gone, the next followed soon. Now that he thought about it... in the last 2 days, his face was literally more blushing than having its normal pale colour.
And all because of Zim...
Directly by touches or indirectly through merely thinking about him. And there was a lot to think about. He was so... green. Looking at him, Dib tried to imagine the nice red orbs behind those stupid contacts. Yay. It kinda worked. But quickly, he was aware of his own stare and silenceness, so he spoke.
"S-So, Zim...umm what do you think about our sleepover so far?" He began a small-talk, but wanted to really know how Zim thought about it. About spending so much time with him. Maybe he wanted to be alone for a while? Or was bored!? Well, Dib knew he wasn't an exciting person, probably plain uninteresting.
Still... Zim seemed to see otherwise. He, as a human, was an alien to the Irken after all.
Soon getting bored of the window, Zim watched one more car go down the road before turning his head back around to face Dib. The first thing he noticed was the thoughtful look on the human's face as well as his stare. Right at him. All of a sudden, he felt quite awkward. Having someone look at you like that could be kind of uncomfortable. He wasn't complaining, he just wasn't used to it. Also the faint blush was back again...
Zim bit his lip slightly and averted his eyes from one side of the room to the other. Whilst doing this, he saw two teenagers, 1 male and 1 female, staring at them and laughing slightly. Instantly Zim narrowed his eyes at them, trying to look threatening. Seemed to work, since they soon returned to their own conversation.
Hearing Dib's question soon distracted him from his little victory though. "Huh? The sleepover?"
...How was he finding the sleepover actually? To be honest, it was probably some of the best days he'd had on Earth. Especially since they were together. Now, just a way to put that into words without it sounding weird...
"Yes, well, the sleepover has been most enjoyable. It's been nice to spend time with someone with half a brain cell. GIR and Minimoose aren't exactly the best of company. And, it's been interesting to learn more about you, Dib-human. Very much so!"
How much more could he hoped for? For Zim, it was actually a really positive answer. Most enjoyable... yeah, Dib enjoyed it so much, it slightly scared him. But mostly it was a almost constant nice, squeezing tingling in his belly. Seemingly nestled itself there to tease Dib. To tell his brain to do things he didn't intend to do in the first place, but afterwards weren't 'most enjoyable', despite being awkward sometimes...
He coughed, blushing even more and replied: "R-Really? Well, yeah. It was the best time I... ever had. That sounds like I'm the biggest loner in the world, I know, but... but nobody gave me this... feelings before. This touching; I-I can't stop thinking about it, Oh boy, I'm babbling again, aren't I? Damn... I really don't wanna make this awkward again. S-Sorry! I'm talking myself into trouble again..."
During his talk, his feet lightly were poking Zim's one. They wanted to play footsie. But before Dib could stop them after his talk, a waitress came to the table and wordlessly put the plates before both of them, after Dib just said "Waffle's for him" and "Thank you."
Instantly, his mouth watered up at the yummy smell and sight of his chocolate bars. But seeing Zim's huge waffle, he couldn't help himself. Lifting his fork, he quickly stabbed a edge of the waffle, ripped it away and happily munched on it. His eyes widened. "It's so...sweet!" He said with a waffle-filled mouth and was about to get another piece...
Dib's babbling was actually quite amusing the listen to, and this caused a smug smile to make its way onto Zim's face. The human seemed to do that often, but he wouldn't change it, since the constant talking was just natural to Dib. It was what made him, well... him, really!
Zim was just about to reply, when a female made her way over to their table with 2 plates and 2 cans, set them down, then left as quick as she appeared... He watched her leave, and returned his gaze back to Dib, who seemed to be chewing on something. The human's food was untouched though. Looking down, he saw that a corner of the waffle was gone.
It was a massive waffle though! Quite bigger than a normal one. Around twice the size. So one small bite wasn't going to hurt, the human probably just wanted a taste. Well, who wouldn't? It looked amazing! Almost too good to eat! ...Almost. But that hadn't seemed to stop Dib from having a piece.
Zim decided he wasn't going to explode, like he usually would, but just keep it cool. So, when he saw the other's fork make its way for a second, he chose that moment to speak. "Enjoying that, are we Dib?" He asked, choosing not to add any nicknames this time; whilst resting his chin on his hand which was propped up by his elbow on the table. Zim also didn't want to get annoyed, since it was Dib's idea to come to this place anyway. So, couldn't complain really.
The fork stopped, already dug into the next piece of waffle and Dib looked up to Zim. Just now he realized what he was actually doing. Stealing Zim's waffles! Well... just two bite.
And when he saw the Irken's face, so calm and smiling, Dib couldn't help but smiling back, his face heating up at seeing that smug expression the other was giving him.
"Umm... yeah. I saw it and couldn't resist... your waffle, I mean! Heh. And it's really yummy, taste it." Lifting the fork with another piece of caramel-drunken waffle on it, Dib held it in front of Zim's mouth.
Now with a fork in front of his face, Zim sat up straight and gave a confused look towards Dib. What was he doing anyway? He scanned the waffle piece in front of him, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe the human was trying to show him something? Nope... Nothing strange. Looking back up, the Irken saw that Dib's face was now slightly red, as it so commonly was recently, and had a smile.
After awhile of thinking, he finally understood what the other meant. His face also turned a shade darker. Rolling his eyes, he leaned forward and took the food. And after a moment, his mouth finally registered the taste, and instantly his eyes grew wider, just as Dib's did moments ago.
"You're right!" He simply stated, after finishing the piece. It was like paradise, but in food form! Much better than anything he'd tasted before.
Dib's smile only grew when Zim was really eating the piece from his outstretched fork. After some seconds of strange silence. Still, although he didn't know why he did it in the first place, the situation reminded him again of an date. Like they were a couple, 'feeding' each other and starring into the other's eyes while doing so.
'Oh boy, what I am thinking!?' He thought a bit desperately and was quickly rewarded with more red, until his tomato-Dib face was back in full action. Also, there was the name-thingy... "Yeah, told you so... but now, you have to eat by yourself ya' know," he added, if it wasn't obvious.
"By the way, why didn't y-you attach something...a nickname or so to my normal name just now? I instantly noticed it, because, I-I don't remember hearing it from you b-before... N-Not that I'm complaining, no... actually it sounds... nice. Different."
Rubbing his neck, he unsurely looked down to his chocolate bars and took a bite. Oh, it was good! Not as sweet as the waffle, but so full of... chocolate-taste. Warm, liquid. Like sauce in his mouth.
Zim just simply shrugged at the question which soon followed. "I don't know... Just sounded more serious, and it doesn't seem right adding insults anymore." He admitted, picking up a fork which was next to him and beginning to poke at the waffle.
To be honest, he just thought it had suited the moment more. And he didn't want to add 'friend' to the end at the moment... Maybe that's why the other humans had looked at them weirdly... Perhaps they had heard and found it odd. But then again... It really didn't feel natural to say just 'Dib'... Not to him at least. Plus it sounded weird to him, so the nicknames were coming back as soon as they were out of ear shot.
"Just don't get used to it. You're still 'Dib-beast' to me," he added, smirking slightly, before returning his gaze to the waffle. "Oh, and your face is red again." Well, as if the other didn't know that already. That colour would probably glow in the dark if it was possible!
After a few more pokes, Zim finally took another piece off the treat and began to eat it; enjoying the taste even more than before.
That comment about being a 'beast' didn't help at all at calming down. Sure, he heard it often in the past, but back then he knew how it was meant. It expressed Zim's hate towards him. But now they were friends and automatically the meaning of 'Dib-beast' changed. At least for him.
Suddenly he thought about it in so many wrong ways... Images of himself, licking and nibbling at Zim's green skin and being flush pressed against the Irken popped up.
Maybe that's why his head was so big. Full of crazy stuff and a weird imagination. Curse his blooming fantasy! But it wasn't unpleasant, thinking about it that way. Being a beast, wanting to taste Zim's flesh... Well, that was mostly Dib's 'other side'. And nobody but Zim was able to activate it. In fact, Dib didn't know he got something like that, before he became friends with the most amazing and annoying green thing in the universe.
After some more moments of 'pictures' in his head, Dib was suddenly aware how silent he was... AGAIN!
"...O-okay. To be honest, I like that too. In the past you always gave me another nickname, depending on the situation. Let it be Dib-human, Dib-thing or Dib-worm... But now it's mostly just Dib-human o-or, what I like the most D-Dib-friend... heh it... it sounds weird t-to say them by myself. It suits you more, I think."
His mood changed a bit from embarrassment to a more playful one. Coming up with own names for the Irken he said: "Hmm... Zim-friend, Zim-Irken, Zim-alien?... Nooo. Well, that sounds weird! Nope, you're staying Zim for me... or Spaceboy. Maybe sometimes, when you're cute... you're Zimmy! Amazing Zimmy, purring and squeaking beneath the Dib-beast." He announced and laughed out loud, but not too much.
Still, it was fascinating, how fast and easily his moods could change from awkward to cheerful, happy. He was already munching the next piece of, half-liquid chocolate bar. Sooo delicious!
Now on his third mouthful of waffle, Zim listened to what Dib had to say, and those last few sentences almost made him choke on his food. Immediately his face turned a dark green and he jerked slightly in his seat.
Sure the first set of nicknames were kind of funny and weird sounding; having his name attached to things. But the last two statements, no! Only one word for them. Embarrassing.
"Z-Zim does no such t-things!" He protested, avoiding Dib's gaze... And the other's laughing was not helping!
The same pair of humans from earlier were now staring, confused, at the laughing Dib. Zim lifted up a finger and rotated it in the air towards them, as if to say 'turn around', whilst glaring again. Probably didn't look that threatening this time, due to his blush. But still, it worked.
Memories of the past few days popped back into his mind though, of their 'cuddle sessions'. Yesterday's particularly... Their contest, how Dib had spoken to him, and his face- Ugh! Zim leant back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Sometimes you're annoying... You know that?" He mumbled, blush increasing with every second...
The Irken's reaction was priceless! That blush and mumbling. It was mean from Dib, but hilarious nonetheless. He decided, if he should stop or not... No. It was too plain funny. It seemed that mostly either Dib or Zim was embarrassed while the other was laughing or amused. So the boy tried to make Zim laugh.
"You mean as often as you're cute? That's right. And you totally did that stuff... a-and I really liked it, so there's no need to be embarrassed. Maybe I went a liiiiittle bit too far. But you ARE amazing, Zim!" He replied, still chuckling here and there.
After taking another bite of his treat, he stood up and sat beside Zim, more serious now. "Heh. Listen, Zim... It was only meant to be a joke. B-But it's so nice to see you like this. Don't be grumpy, 'kay?"
When noticing Dib stand up, Zim thought that maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the 'annoying' comment. Maybe he'd offended him in some way, and so much that he was leaving? No. He was just moving seats... Next to him!
Yet, he wasn't teasing anymore. It was actually more like a apology than anything.
Zim wanted to say something back, something to make the human feel embarrassed this time; but thinking of nothing, just sighed. "Fine, just get back to your own seat." He said, smiling slightly and pointing to the chair Dib originally had been sitting in, opposite him. Honestly he didn't mind the other sitting there, it's just it was difficult to talk to someone when you have to keep turning your head to see them and their reactions. Plus, the other being close again made his insides twist again for an unknown reason...
But when noticing no movement from Dib, Zim decided that maybe he needed some encouragement. So, putting both his hands on the other's side, he pushed, trying to get him to move. "Come on, move!" He commanded when seeing that it wasn't really having any affect.
Well, to say the least Dib wasn't expecting Zim touching him...there! It was so sudden it tickled quite a lot. "H-Hey... stop!... It tickles...O-okay, okay, I'm moving." Grabbing Zim's hand, he put them on the other's lap and made his ways to the opposite side. Normally, he would have just tickled back, but luckily he noticed soon enough they're were in a public place.
Time for that at the base... Smirking smugly again, thinking Zim accepted his 'apology', he got a bit teasing again. "Just wait, until we're back at home, then I'll see if you would still shove me away." He said 'home' like it was his own house, not just Zim's base. It totally felt like home, more than his original one.
"The sleep-over isn't over yet, so there's plenty of time, to 'annoy' you even more, heh... Zimmy." He grinned with half-lidded eyes at his Irken and took the last few bites of his treat. But the last one was reserved for Zim. "By the way, try my chocolate bars. They're not so sweet, more...just taste it yourself," he said rather casually, like nothing happened. Thinking it was rather cute how Zim ate the waffle from his fork, he did he same gesture, this time with a piece of half-melted chocolate inside a crispy dough mantle.
The first thing which caught Zim's attention from what Dib had just said, was the word 'home' he used, in replacement for 'base'... Even he didn't use that word for his own base. The other must really find it comfortable there if he could just casually name it home. But still, it made Zim smile to know that. To know that Dib liked it at the base.
But then again, his real home wasn't that good. Well, what he'd heard and seen of it at least. The human's sister was plain evil and treated Dib quite badly, and his Parental unit, 'The Famous Professor Membrane' was never there. ...Maybe that was another reason Dib seemed quite happy to be asked to do this 'sleepover'. Because he didn't like his own home much. Well, he wasn't going to ask. It may be a sensitive subject... Maybe later.
His thoughts got distracted by another piece of food being shoved in front of his face. This time being the human's chocolate bar though. Zim inspected it for a moment, wondering why he couldn't just feed himself... It was almost embarrassing, like being treated as a young human child. But, the other seemed to not mind. So, opening his mouth, he took the food and began to chew. It was a whole different flavour to the waffle, but just as good. Well, if all foods tasted the same, it'd just be boring. "It's pretty good. Your Earth food isn't that bad after all," he stated, almost feeling like a food critic.
"As long as it's sweet enough, you surely would like it," he teased and snatched the last two bits of waffle from Zim's plate. Obviously, the Irken ate quite a lot of it in no time. After he swallowed it, Dib took a long sip of his lemonade and leaned back in his seat, lightly tapping his belly. "Man, that was delicious..." He sighed and closed his eyes.
It was weird, but he already looked forward to go 'home' again. It just felt right to think about Zim's base as his home. After merely 3 days! The place where he constantly tried to sneak in to take pictures and put spy cameras overall. And when he got in, he was always amazed at seeing all this alien technology inside. At least the underground labs, since the living room looked appeared pretty 'normal'. But everything regarding Zim was so un-normal, so different...
Peeking an eye open to inspect his Irken, he smiled fondly at him and after some moments, Dib stretched a bit and quickly emptied his cup of lemonade. "Ahh, yes. I'm feeling much better now. Sugar brings you so much energy."
It was only right to let Dib have the last two pieces of the waffle, since he had shared his chocolate bar with him. And it was only when Zim saw the other take a drink from one of the cans that he actually remembered they were there. Reaching forward, he picked up one and began to read the label.
He always found the packaging on Earth food quite interesting. For example, they just had all the ingredients just there for anyone to read. On places such as Foodcourtia, if you found a recipe or created one, you kept hold of it. But no, these human companies just slap them on a can and ship them around the world... Stupid really.
Cautiously opening the lid, first thing that Zim saw, was water. No, it was bubbling... Must be that lemonade stuff he usually saw in the background on adverts they show on TV during Summer. He hadn't had one in a while, but Zim remembered that they were also extremely sweet and one of the few drinks which didn't burn. Yet, he decided against drinking it, wanting to keep the taste of their previous treats for awhile longer.
So instead, just continued to read the can whilst replying. "Well yes, sugar is one of the few good things you humans have discovered on your planet. But then again, we Irkens found the equivalent to Earth sugar before your planet was formed," he said, showing off slightly with that fact.
"Even before our planet was formed!? Well, I guess I just have to believe that. But this says nothing; you Irkens are just lucky to be there billions of years before us humans. But still... it's fascinating." Rubbing his neck nervously, Dib added: "It's weird, since ya' know... I'm more interested about you, Zim. Your person, your character. I want to know more about you than about your race in general. Despite all that cool technology equivalent of sugar."
It almost sounded like a confession to Dib, but felt like Zim should know that, if he didn't already do... Thinking about all this, he just wanted to be close to Zim again, not sitting opposite him. Dib emotions, his 'other side' was more and more playing tricks with him.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," said a now grinning Zim. He was just happy to be able to show off about something to do with his race. Since he hadn't talked about them for awhile. Though after a while, the Irken's grin turned into a confused half-smile.
He'd always thought that Dib was more interested in the whole Irken race, not just him... So it was a bit of a shock for him to hear that. Yet, it was somehow almost a compliment too, especially coming from someone like Dib.
"Well, Zim is amazing, what more is there to know?" He asked, smugly smiling at his self-compliment.
But, all joking aside... He actually felt quite happy to know that Dib wasn't just interested in a 'alien species'... But him particular... And this time not as an 'experiment ready for dissection'. No. As a friend.
There was that self-assured, proud smile again. Dib knew it oh so very well from the past, but now he liked it. Probably there was a good reason, since Irkens really were superior. However, when it comes down to Zim alone... that pure amazement about a highly technological alien race turned into curiosity and fascination about Zim in special! About all the things which made Zim... well, Zim. Still so exotic and foreign, but yet also very familiar, as an enemy first and now as a friend.
"D-Do you think it was luck we met in the first place? I-I mean... without your banishment, you would still be on your home-planet or travelling through the universe, conquering stuff... While I would probably getting along better with my family and classmates... s-since I would have ended my paranormal interests after a while. You know what I mean? This banishment... is the key incident in both our lives. It changed everything." After some seconds of silence, he was finally aware of the things he said.
Dib looked down at his lap and mumbled. "Man, I got a talent to instantly change the mood, didn't I? From awkward, to funny, to meaningful and depressed. Sometimes, things are just popping up in his mind, building up on itself and suddenly spilling out of his mouth. Odd."
As soon as the word 'banishment' became present, Zim jerked slightly, causing the open can which he had been inspecting to fall to the ground. Instantly the Irken leant down and picked it back up, before too much of the liquid poured onto the floor, whilst silently cursing. Good job he hadn't been intending to drink from it anyway. He decided to put it on the table for the time being, so as not to ruin anything else.
During all this, he continued to listen to what Dib was saying, mentally giving his opinions. Zim had been trying to forget about this subject, but it had to be spoken about now... Yet, somehow, the human seemed to put it in a good light. Positive. Which he didn't think was actually possible to do.
"Maybe, more possibly chance though. When we first met, it could have possibly even been called a 'curse', but now, yeah, it seems more like luck... And that 'talent' of yours isn't a bad thing, Dib-human."
Rather shy now, Dib replied: "W-Well, I never saw it as a curse, since in the beginning I saw you as the proof, that my beliefs in aliens and paranormal stuff was right all along. As a chance to show to my... my environment that I wasn't crazy. Anyway, you all know that already. The funny part is, now I don't really care what 'they' think about me. I got you now. A real friend... w-who likes me despite my 'crazyness', or rather...heh, maybe BECAUSE of that. M-Maybe that makes me so... 'interesting' as you said? All this years I-I felt so... unnoticed, but suddenly we became friends and now I got more attention than I ever hoped for." Dib smiled warmly at Zim, already neon red again. "Wow, now that sounds cheesy."
Following an ambiguous urge, Dib added. "And if you like that 'talent' let's go home to see if I got other 'talents' I could show you too..." It was so funny to tease Zim and seeing that clueless, confused face he was making afterwards.
Strangely, Zim now felt quite sorry for Dib... Just for how long was he considered the 'crazy kid', even before he arrived on Earth? ...Long enough to not have any friends it seemed. It was rather sad to think that the human's own race didn't even want to know him. Even he, when a smeet -young child to the humans- had a few Irkens who didn't mind his company. But Dib seemed hated by most when he arrived...
And Zim's presence clearly didn't help the matter... If anything, made it worse.
The colour of the other's face soon distracted him from those rather unpleasant thoughts though. Most conversations caused at least one of their faces to turn 'glow-in-the-dark' it seemed. This time he hadn't said anything to embarrass the human though... Had he? Not that he could recall at least.
"The human has other talents? Like what?" Zim asked, confused again... But Dib seemed quite amused by his own words... Maybe it was a joke of some kind and not a real statement? He didn't know... 'Human humour...' He mentally whined.
There was it again, that clueless, innocent face of Zim's! Dib couldn't help himself, but continue with his 'jokes'. Maybe he should teach his friend about human humour and sarcasm. Nyah. It was too funny to tease him even more.
So, resting his chin into a hand, Dib's smile grew as he looked almost dreamily at Zim (for the umpteenth time). "Well, they're mostly about cuddling. Ya' know, I think I got a good talent to make you speechless or -way better- purring..."
Every time, Dib was so fascinated at how strongly affected Zim was by his small touches and kisses. Sometimes even a certain look. But Dib couldn't blame him, since Zim could be also so...tempting. For a brief moment, the boy closed his amber eyes and thought about their contest again... He shuddered in delight, but quickly pulled himself together, opened his eyes and grinned dreamily at his Irken.
Knowing the face that Dib was pulling all too well now, Zim instantly knew what was coming, either a gloat, or more teasing... And sure enough, it was the teasing.
Immediately after hearing those words, Zim's face flared up a dark green once again. He backed up in his chair and crossed his arms in a defensive manner. "Y-You have no such t-talents!" He protested through clenched teeth; being far too embarrassed to speak normally.
Though, no matter how much complaining or denial he made, it wouldn't change the fact that the human did in fact have that 'talent'. Annoying as it may be, it was true. And there was no way he could deny that mentally... Verbally yes, but in his mind Zim knew the truth. The annoying part was however, that he didn't know whether that was good or bad... Maybe neither or even something in the middle? Who knows. One thing was for sure though, he wouldn't have it any other way. Those moments with Dib were so weird, yet so... 'right', that it almost seemed acceptable between them now.
Now Dib was asking himself if he was maybe going a bit too far with his teasing, seeing how embarrassed Zim was getting. That green blush and denying were total proof, but also so funny to watch. And some more playful teasing wouldn't hurt Zim, right?
"Is that so, Zim? Then tell me, how I won our little contest...? Yeah, tickling. You're so ticklish, Zimmy. It was the last escape for me, since...ya' know... your long, ridged tongue trapped me quite well in place. But I won and my prize was... purring! How neat..."
Dib didn't like seeing that crossed arms of Zim's, so he just reached forward and stole Zim's hand and sandwiched it between his own two hands, gently rubbing slender claw-like fingers. "But that doesn't mean, you don't have a similar talent to make me... f-feel so different...Zim..."
Hearing even more coming from the human's mouth, Zim only grew even more and more embarrassed... But this time it was worse, since he had nothing to argue with. Dib had won fair and square -another weird expression- and there was no way to convince either of them otherwise... So for now, the Irken just sat there, mouth slightly open, trying to think of what to say.
Denying that Dib had won was out of the question, and so was denying that he had purred in the first place... Now he was really stuck. Yet, after awhile, he felt his hand being taken and trapped between the other's pair. And the words which followed soon pushed away all ideas for excuses.
"Is that good or bad...?" Zim asked, slightly worried that 'different' was meant in a bad way. Either way though, that meant that they both had an affect on the other. Be that good or bad, he didn't know, but it was there.
It was hard for Dib not to go over there and hug Zim so tight he won't even get another breath. But he decided against it... Back at the base, at home, were enough opportunities to squeeze the hell out of the Irken. So, smiling would do it for now.
Lightly brushing his fingertips against Zim's palm, Dib happily replied. "Oh, Zim!... You truly are amazing! If it would be a bad feeling, I wouldn't be here with you right now. No. It's a very nice, unexplainable kind of 'different'. T-That's actually the reason I wanna cuddle with you so much. Even if it... well, annoys you sometimes I guess..." He said the last part a bit ashamed of himself. Because, sometimes he felt that he was pushing things too much. Overrunning Zim with his 'affection' and all the touches... But otherwise, if so, Zim would have just said it, right? Dib hoped so.
He really wasn't a 'pervert' or something. No way. He just... never felt like this. It was all so new and good to feel.
Zim let out a slight sigh of relief at hearing that, glad to hear that it was good and not effecting their friendship is anyway. But then again, maybe it was, but just not in a way he expected... It had been said many a time that 'friends don't do this', yet they did 'this' many a time. Several now, and each time, neither of them minded.
Zim only got embarrassed when Dib brought it back up in these moments, and it was worse this time since it was in public and someone could maybe somehow over hear... Oh how embarrassing that would be... For both of them! Yet no-one had heard, thankfully. But the way that the human seemed almost ashamed at his last sentence, Zim felt slightly guilty and found the need to say something.
"It doesn't annoy Zim, it's just e-embarrassing when you bring it back up... I... I actually l-like it, sort of..." He admitted, now tracing out all the marks on the table with his free hand.
Of course, Dib knew that Zim was liking their cuddling and kissing in some way... But hearing it from Zim's mouth with his meek voice and that dark green colour in the face... Well, to say the least it was literally heart-warming. His heart actually ached, like it was slowly being squeezed. In such a weird way. But good! He wasn't used to hearing someone say he liked his company, even 'things' he did to that someone.
One thing was for sure, Dib wanted to hear more of it... more of Zim's admittings. It was adorable. To see his Irken friend like this, so embarrassed, but so... happy too!
"S-So, you like it when I just hold your hand o-or... when I hug you or... umm when I stroke y-your antennae...? When we're cuddling shirtless...yeah..." Dib blushed even more after every word he spoke and his day-dreaming face returned at mentioning the cuddling.
With every example the human gave, Zim simply replied with a 'yes', though it took a lot more courage than someone would think to admit something like that. Especially since he'd never had to admit anything of that kind to anyone before until now. Plus, he never did like expressing his opinion on anything, well, unless it was bad, then he found no greater satisfaction than to insult something until he ran out of insults... Which wasn't quickly, that was for sure.
But, this time is was positive, and it was embarrassing to do so. Most people turn their embarrassment into shyness, but for Zim it was frustration, and maybe a hint of anger... So instead of tracing pre-made marks on the table, began to carve his own. "I just said I did, didn't I? So why the need to repeat?"
After each one of the others 'yes', Dib normally would squeal and giggle like a child, but... seeing Zim's seriously embarrassed face, which was so dark green now... and the forced tone with which he answered... made Dib feel a little bit guilty.
'Did I make him really that uncomfortable admitting that he liked all that...stuff?' Sure, it was rather unlike Zim, but Dib didn't expect it was such an delicate matter. Otherwise, if you really thought about, what they'd do... It totally was! So instead of squealing and giggling, Dib dropped his gaze and played with his fingers, which were no longer connected with Zim's hand.
"S-Sorry, Zim... for making you, ya' know... so embarrassed. I-I really shouldn't have forced you to admit it out loud... I already know you kind of liked it." At the last part, a small smile crept upon the boy's face again. But just for a brief moment.
"It's mean... t-to do this. So you don't have to admit a-anything you don't want to. Or... just shut me up, when I'm babbling this way again." 'Maybe with a kiss...' his brain couldn't help but suggest.
Now with half the table covered in cuts and the other looking like new, Zim decided to stop before it became too obvious to the next people who sat here. It looked like someone had just dragged the table through a gravel filled street which only one side protected. Oh well. In Zim's opinion it actually looked better somehow.
"Yes... Just be thankful you don't end up with the same fate the table did," he said, smirking slightly. Of course he didn't mean it, but thought it was only right to tease Dib right back after all that.
Yet, that was more of a threat than anything... Ugh.
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded..." He mumbled, not wanting the human to think that he was back to threatening him. No, he wasn't going to do that again. Zim just wasn't used to 'friendly teasing'... only threats were his style. 'Stupid...' He mentally repeated over and over.
And indeed, Dib was a bit scared at that threat, even...or rather because of the smile Zim made. Still... it was odd, but in the past he would've really frightened, knowing Zim could be VERY serious when he wanted! But still he would fight him, threatening back and preventing himself from being scratched. But in this moment, quite the opposite happened.
Automatically, Dib's eyes wandered over the table's surface Zim worked on...
He was lying shirtless under Zim, who was sitting on his stomach and smugly smirked down at him... Zim leaned down and lightly scratched his claws all over the boy's pale torso. His sides, chest, even his neck. Green claws left -not too deep, but still visible- scratches on Dib's nice human skin. All the while he enjoyed with closed eyes the feeling of being 'marked' by the hands of his Irken...
Suddenly, he was back in reality and hastily opened his eyes. "What happened..." He said and felt incredible hot. Not only his face... Looking at the scratched table again, he was suddenly aware of what he imagined just now! As if his head wasn't already red like a freshly painted fire hydrant, it only got darker...
Avoiding Zim's gaze at all costs, Dib hid his face with his hands. 'STUPID BRAIN!... WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!' He almost screamed out loud, but luckily in stayed a mental scream.
Noticing the day-dream look return to Dib's face again, Zim knew that trying to snap him out of it usually didn't work, so waiting was needed. So, leaning back in his seat, he watched the human whilst thoughts began to make their way into his head.
About Dib mostly...
In the past, he'd always thought of him as a 'stinky, repulsive, stupid human'... But really, he wasn't that bad looking and was in fact quite smart... Well, for a human at least. His features seemed to make up for his huge head. His eyes mostly... They were something else entirely. The first thing on Earth that he actually found beautiful. A mixture of golden yellow and light brown...-
What!? No... He wasn't thinking that again... ...Obviously he was.
But before Zim could mentally complain again, he noticed those previously mentioned eyes open, and a couple of words become present too. "What do you mean? Nothing happened. Well, apart from you spacing out again..." He explained, slightly concerned now... Dib's face looked like it was about to explode from being so red...
But he only got a quick view, since soon that face got hidden by hands. "The question is, what happened to YOU? You look like you just ran a marathon..." He pointed out, moving his head to try and see the human's face again, before adding: "Are you okay?"
Now words seemed more appropriate than some Zim said before. "N-Nothing... just... stupid thoughts, very stupid actually..." Dib left it at that and took a deep breath. Saying out aloud what he thought would make not only him, but especially Zim so mega embarrassed...
Well, they already enjoyed shirtless cuddling, but the feeling he got from only imagining that 'scratchy' treatment from Zim, was another grade... a sexual one! Dib didn't actually know why he would like to be scratched, more or less deep, by Zim. Surely, it would hurt a lot, regarding the claws the Irken had. But then again... it was in a odd way...erotic... Yeah, erotic. Dib was now quite desperate and whined out of frustration.
Taking his hands away from his face, he grabbed Zim's hand again and looked pleadingly at his friend. "C-Could we just go back home...I-I mean, to the base? Not for too long... I just wanna t-think a bit." And maybe... just maybe, it would help to tell Zim what he just 'dreamed'. It wasn't about Zim in the first place...well, not something what happened in reality, neither a reaction Zim did, like purring or moaning. Dib only wanted to speak with his friend about his 'problems'. That's what friends are for, right? And he forced Zim to tell him... stuff, so it was only fair Dib did the same. Yes, he made his decision. In the right moment, he would tell the Irken. He just hoped it wasn't too weird for Zim.
The almost begging look on the other's face said it all really. That Dib really wanted to go back to the base... Maybe thinking in public was difficult for him? Well, privacy was good too, a lot more than people staring at you, that was for sure. Plus, the stuttering wasn't a good sign either. The human must really be nervous. But why, was the question. "Sure..." Zim replied, nodding slightly.
He could tell that Dib was frustrated with something... And he wanted to know, but didn't want to ask, not in public at least. Maybe that was another reason he wanted to go back? To be able to speak without worrying if others will hear. Zim knew that he, himself, didn't like talking with others around... Too many people listen in to your conversations... Or maybe he just felt comfortable at the base?
'Stop thinking of possibilities! It won't help,' he mentally scolded.
"Do you want to go now then...?" He asked, getting ready to stand up.
Since he already paid the food, Dib just wanted to go back... being alone with Zim. Standing up, he snatched Zim's hand and walked out of the building with him. He was slightly relieved to be outside again. It was odd. A few minutes ago, he enjoyed himself to tease Zim, not really caring about the public environment. But since he got this dream, his brain told him to go back to the base, doing 'stuff' with Zim.
He blamed his hormones, since he was in the middle of his puberty. He was barely 17 after all... They both walked as silently as before, back to their home. Just from seeing scratches on a wooden table, made by Zims claws made Dib feel so...excited. Well, all the previous talk about kissing and cuddling played the main role. Luckily, Dib got some of his rational mind still in work, so he was worried it would scare Zim, if he would just yield his... desire.
So, biting his lip, he tightly squeezed Zim's hand and scooted closer to him, until their shoulder touched. It was dangerous... DIB was dangerous! Laughing in one moment, crying in the next and then...getting kinda aroused at dreaming about Zim and... stuff. All this mood swings were frustrating him so much, especially because he wasn't really able to control them.
Obviously that was a yes then. First thing that Zim noticed once they were both outside, was the warmer temperature in the air. Probably since the sun was higher up in the sky than it was earlier. Or, it could have been the slightly awkward moment between them... Dib wanting to get back, and Zim wondering why. The silence between them wasn't helping...
A few cars past and there was noise for a few seconds, but then returned back to the silence, filled with silent footsteps. A few times Zim went to say something, but decided against it, since it was probably off topic or just plain stupid sounding. Most of them were questions, but many he'd heard 3-year-old children ask... So no way was he asking them.
All the while, he was watching both their feet come in and out of his view as they walked, and soon noticed that Dib's feet were moving closer, and after a while he felt their shoulders meet. That and his hand get squeezed quite tightly.
Zim turned his head so he could see Dib's face, but all he saw was him looking straight ahead, and sort of nervous. He returned his gaze back to their feet, knowing that staring wasn't going to help anything, but decided to ask. "Are you sure you're okay Dib-friend?" He asked, now adding the nicknames, since no-one was there to overhear.
The fact that Zim asked again showed Dib, how worried the Irken actually was. No, saying a second time he was okay would just be 'not right'. Obviously he wasn't, since even Zim was able to see it, being quite clueless about emotional human stuff. Staring ahead, he replied.
"To be honest, Zim... No, I'm not. M-My brain constantly... disobeys m-me. Like I told you before... it's like a spell. I-I can't prevent those pictures coming into my head, a-and immediately I get... I-I get excited and... a-aroused...I'm so ashamed of myself, but then again... I really like thinking about that." Dib tightly shut his eyes and kept walking. He was sweating so much right now, and not because of the heat...
Taking some deep breaths, he slowly opened his hazel eyes again and saw that they were almost there. The base. Home... A tiny smile crept onto Dib's face. "Let us rest a bit, kay? J-just lying on the bed, talking and... ya' know." Thinking about the imminent privacy, and... intimate moments with Zim was helping to calm him down a bit, despite THAT thoughts and feelings were the origin of his frustration. And mostly plain confusion.
'Oh, so it's his thoughts which are the problem...' Zim thought, finally understanding the situation. Yeah, Dib had mentioned this before... So it was happening again that meant. And if it was his brain which was also connected to the problem, then there wasn't much they could really do, was there? ...Unfortunately not.
A machine of some kind would be far too dangerous... Zim had learnt that human brains were incredibly fragile and unpredictable. There was no telling what could happen. Anyway, he wouldn't want to mess with Dib's brain, not like he did years ago with a microscopic ship. No, that almost ended in disaster... Well, Zim didn't think so at the time, but imagine if that plan had worked! Ugh... Dib would be nothing more than a mindless zombie right now.
"Okay," he agreed, nodding, once they'd arrived back. He decided to just leave the matter at that, until they got inside. Turning the door handle, the door opened to reveal a still empty and quiet building. No GIR to be seen, thankfully.
As soon as they both were inside and the door was closed, Dib couldn't hold it any longer... He threw his arms around Zim's neck and kissed him furiously, needing to taste the Irken's lips so badly. After some licks, Dib's tongue shot into the other's mouth and tried to catch the long, ridged snake in there. It wasn't easy.
Zim's saliva tasted so much like caramel-waffles, mixed with the original Irken taste. It was even better than the waffle itself. Sweet and... Irken! All the while, Dib pressed himself flush against Zim and rubbed their upper halves together. It was crazy; such desire washed over him, no control was left.
Feeling a strange warmth around his neck, Zim turned to look at Dib and found that it was in fact the human's arms. But before any questions could be asked, his mouth soon met the human's one. Zim let out a shocked noise, not expecting any of this as soon as they reached the base... He wasn't complaining, just surprised!
At the feel of the other's tongue enter his mouth, he squirmed slightly, still not used to the sensation, and the shocks going down his back weren't helping. These moments between them both were different, but pleasant. For both of them. And they seemed to be becoming more 'normal' over time.
Zim noticed what Dib was trying to do, so used his own tongue to try and wrap around the human's one also. Another battle it seemed. Whilst all this, took hold of the front of Dib's shirt with both hands, wanting something to hold onto.
Feeling Zim's tongue around his own, he got instantly remembered of their battle last night... And the same rush of 'something' exploded inside of him. He cringed at the feeling, and gripped Zim's shoulders, forcing himself to stop. Finally, after some struggling seconds and tongue wraps, he parted their mouths and panted heavily.
His wide eyes glistened and burnt with a unknown fire in them... Dib gulped and tried to calm down a little bit. "...Z-Zim...I-I don't know... what came over me, r-really! I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't want to...to raid you with my... t-touches. But those pictures...those fantasises in my stupid, stupid head! They ain't going away..." About to break down completely, he slumped against the Irken, so he loosely draped his arms around Zim's neck again, more for support this time.
"S-Sorry... y-you're not my mate, Zim...but still... it feels so..s-so..." He desperately mumbled the last part while resting his suddenly very heavy head on the other's shoulder. His eyes were wet, but... at least he did not cry in front of Zim again.