A/N: Setting up angst takes too long...filler chapters...meh...
Another Approach
Dib opened his eyes slowly. For a moment he wondered why he ached all over. Then memory was regained.
He curled back up in bed smiling to himself. He searched blindly for Zim but found him to be gone. He lifted his head and glanced around, a square-ish smudge was on his computer monitor. When he got his glasses on the smudge turned into a piece of paper taped to the screen.
He got out of bed and walked slowly to the computer. It was harder than he liked to admit.
It was Zims' handwriting on the note.
Dib,
I'm sorry to have left you so soon. But I had to return to my base before dawn, my lenses were damaged and unbearable to wear. I will return later. Get some rest.
Zim.
The hasty handwriting was a bit unnerving but Dib was glad Zim cared enough to leave a note.
God what a night. He hoped Gaz had been out last night, he knew his dad wasn't around. He glanced at the floor and a confused look crossed his face.
He bent down uneasily and touched a rip in the carpet, it bit into the floorboards underneath.
How weird, had Zim done that?
He remembered how Zim hadn't worn his gloves last night. He had thick black claws that were slightly curved on each fingertip. They weren't razor but were sharp enough to cause some discomfort when Zim had...he blushed unconsciously.
He got back up. Maybe Zim had just gotten a little carried away. He got back in bed only to find another rip not just in the sheets but down to the mattress. He fingered the rip trying to remember when it had happened. Nothing came to mind.
He rolled over shrugging it off.
* * *
"Are you serious?" Red asked his counterpart. "You want to send part of the fleet to Earth? With Zim!?"
"He IS taller now and he's, I don't know, been taken down a notch by something. He hardly rants anymore." Purple reasoned. "Besides, we're going in that direction in the next 'Impending Doom'."
"But he's insane! That menace to Irken culture cannot be given the chance to re integrate with the empire. You DO remember why we have an 'Impending Doom II' don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, but seriously, they have tacos on that planet."
Red perked up at this. "Ooo, tacos, I'll go make the arrangements."
* * *
Someone knocked on the door and rang the doorbell at the same time. Dib had just gotten dressed and had made it to the living room in time for this. He opened the door finding Zim standing there looking very pleased with himself.
"Hello Dib." Zim said leaning against the doorframe. He had an almost sinister look in his contact covered eyes.
Dib couldn't help but blush. What the hell was he supposed to do? Zim was not only an alien being but a male alien being that had made Dib scream out things he'd never say in his right mind. "Hi."
"I feel like celebrating something." Zim said pushing away from the door and moving into the house.
Dib backed away letting him. "Like what?" He asked. He'd never really seen that look on Zims' face before. It was almost...evil.
Zim took Dibs' hand eventually wrapping his fingers around the sixteen-year-old Human boys' wrist. "Does it matter?"
A quick jerk and Dib almost fell over as he was spun around. He felt Zim pressing Dibs' back against him. Now incredibly kinky thoughts spread through the boys' brain.
"Zim?"
Zim quieted him by putting his free hand over Dibs' mouth. "It's alright Dib. I have a few things I'd like to try."
Dibs' eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. Zims' hand had strayed just a tad too far south for him to keep his composure much longer. "What about...?" He couldn't even remember the end of his question.
"What about what?" Zim asked. "It's Saturday. We have no place to be." He licked Dibs neck. Last night Zim had been unprepared for the things Dib had wanted. This time he'd done a little hormone therapy so he didn't actually have to THINK about the disgusting things he was doing. He'd probably like it more this way too.
Zim let Dibs' arm go but still held him in place. "Where is your sister?"
"Game-con, at the mall." Dib stuttered. God why did his clothes have to be so hot all of a sudden?
"And your father?"
Dib licked his lips trying to keep his breathing even. "The lab, new project." He let out a heavy sigh and mumbled. "Oh my god."
"Upstairs." Zim hissed and practically dragged Dib up the steps.
As the bedroom door shut the front door came open with a far away rumble of thunder. Gaz opened one squinted eye sensing something amiss. It was when her brothers sound system came on upstairs with the bass all the way up that she knew.
"Stupid Zim." She muttered carrying her bags of free stuff and new games to the couch.
Another Approach
Dib opened his eyes slowly. For a moment he wondered why he ached all over. Then memory was regained.
He curled back up in bed smiling to himself. He searched blindly for Zim but found him to be gone. He lifted his head and glanced around, a square-ish smudge was on his computer monitor. When he got his glasses on the smudge turned into a piece of paper taped to the screen.
He got out of bed and walked slowly to the computer. It was harder than he liked to admit.
It was Zims' handwriting on the note.
Dib,
I'm sorry to have left you so soon. But I had to return to my base before dawn, my lenses were damaged and unbearable to wear. I will return later. Get some rest.
Zim.
The hasty handwriting was a bit unnerving but Dib was glad Zim cared enough to leave a note.
God what a night. He hoped Gaz had been out last night, he knew his dad wasn't around. He glanced at the floor and a confused look crossed his face.
He bent down uneasily and touched a rip in the carpet, it bit into the floorboards underneath.
How weird, had Zim done that?
He remembered how Zim hadn't worn his gloves last night. He had thick black claws that were slightly curved on each fingertip. They weren't razor but were sharp enough to cause some discomfort when Zim had...he blushed unconsciously.
He got back up. Maybe Zim had just gotten a little carried away. He got back in bed only to find another rip not just in the sheets but down to the mattress. He fingered the rip trying to remember when it had happened. Nothing came to mind.
He rolled over shrugging it off.
* * *
"Are you serious?" Red asked his counterpart. "You want to send part of the fleet to Earth? With Zim!?"
"He IS taller now and he's, I don't know, been taken down a notch by something. He hardly rants anymore." Purple reasoned. "Besides, we're going in that direction in the next 'Impending Doom'."
"But he's insane! That menace to Irken culture cannot be given the chance to re integrate with the empire. You DO remember why we have an 'Impending Doom II' don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, but seriously, they have tacos on that planet."
Red perked up at this. "Ooo, tacos, I'll go make the arrangements."
* * *
Someone knocked on the door and rang the doorbell at the same time. Dib had just gotten dressed and had made it to the living room in time for this. He opened the door finding Zim standing there looking very pleased with himself.
"Hello Dib." Zim said leaning against the doorframe. He had an almost sinister look in his contact covered eyes.
Dib couldn't help but blush. What the hell was he supposed to do? Zim was not only an alien being but a male alien being that had made Dib scream out things he'd never say in his right mind. "Hi."
"I feel like celebrating something." Zim said pushing away from the door and moving into the house.
Dib backed away letting him. "Like what?" He asked. He'd never really seen that look on Zims' face before. It was almost...evil.
Zim took Dibs' hand eventually wrapping his fingers around the sixteen-year-old Human boys' wrist. "Does it matter?"
A quick jerk and Dib almost fell over as he was spun around. He felt Zim pressing Dibs' back against him. Now incredibly kinky thoughts spread through the boys' brain.
"Zim?"
Zim quieted him by putting his free hand over Dibs' mouth. "It's alright Dib. I have a few things I'd like to try."
Dibs' eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. Zims' hand had strayed just a tad too far south for him to keep his composure much longer. "What about...?" He couldn't even remember the end of his question.
"What about what?" Zim asked. "It's Saturday. We have no place to be." He licked Dibs neck. Last night Zim had been unprepared for the things Dib had wanted. This time he'd done a little hormone therapy so he didn't actually have to THINK about the disgusting things he was doing. He'd probably like it more this way too.
Zim let Dibs' arm go but still held him in place. "Where is your sister?"
"Game-con, at the mall." Dib stuttered. God why did his clothes have to be so hot all of a sudden?
"And your father?"
Dib licked his lips trying to keep his breathing even. "The lab, new project." He let out a heavy sigh and mumbled. "Oh my god."
"Upstairs." Zim hissed and practically dragged Dib up the steps.
As the bedroom door shut the front door came open with a far away rumble of thunder. Gaz opened one squinted eye sensing something amiss. It was when her brothers sound system came on upstairs with the bass all the way up that she knew.
"Stupid Zim." She muttered carrying her bags of free stuff and new games to the couch.