*Does a little dance* Yay! More lemonade! *Drools* Yup, I'm happy to say
that I finally got around to a little more Zimmy-Dibby-Lovey-Dovey...
shtuff! Again, thank you so much for the encouraging reviews!
True Locket: DAMN! *L* You want another scene with the Tallests AND a part where Gaz walks in on Zim and Dib?! *L* I love you, you're too much! I'll try and get the Tallests in here again, but not this chapter. I got a little something planned for later on =P
sushisama: Whoa! Hehe, I'm glad you like it so far, thanks a bunch! I'll try and include GIR a little more and I have to agree with ya; ZAGR's really DON'T fit (no offense to ZAGR fans out there, I just don't see how it connects, that's all).
Kimi the Kenlei: Looks like you've found my other ficcy =D I'm glad you did, I think this one is much better than the other. I started the other when I got bored. It's a cute one but this one has more depth and is more challenging to write because I don't know where this one is going. My other fic is all planned out in my head already. But thanks for the compliments! And, yes, I'm sure this is my first fic ,=P
Thanks to all the other reviewers! And a special thanks to skidlebop, who made a very good point in the last review about Zim not caring where GIR goes. I made it so that Zim WILL care and you'll soon see why! So go! Read! Yes! Enjoy!
Back at Zim's house, GIR was making peanut butter and Corn Flake sandwiches (I'm gonna try that sometime...) for dinner while Zim sat on the couch and watched TV. He normally wouldn't bother with the horrible television programs that planet earth had to offer, but he was too busy daydreaming about Dib to really pay attention anyway. He stared blankly at the screen in front of him, the light and colors bouncing off his green skin in the dusky setting of the living room.
"And now, back to 'When MS DOS Attacks IX'."
Zim chuckled lightly to himself. "Stupid inferior computer program..."
GIR suddenly bounded into the room, carrying a platter stacked with four poorly made sandwiches. He plopped down next to his master and set the tray between them. GIR immediately stuffed one of his tasty creations into his large mouth and smacked his aluminiferous lips together obnoxiously. He looked up at his master questioningly when he didn't hear the indignant complaints he expected from Zim, and chewed louder. Zim continued to stare straight ahead, his mouth formed into a barely visible grin.
GIR ceased his ridiculously loud habit of eating and stared up at his master curiously, some peanut butter smeared across his cheeks. And in that little bouncy-ball-loose-change-paper-clip-screwy mind of his, something clicked. GIR's eyes lit up, enthralled, as he understood what was going on.
"... MASTER'S GOT HEMROIDS!"
Zim looked down at his comrade, his forehead furrowing in bewilderment. He didn't even bother to ask as he reached down and gingerly lifted one of GIR's sandwiches up to his mouth. He parted his lips and was about to take a bite when GIR abruptly jumped into his lap. He closed his mouth and eyed the dysfunctional SIR.
GIR's expressionless eyes burned into his master's. Zim felt a little uneasy under GIR's stare and took a bite out of his sandwich. GIR never took his eyes off his lord.
When Zim finished the sandwich, GIR announced his uncanny ability to read his master's mind. "... AND you got a crush on somebody!"
Zim's face fell. He gaped at the robot incredulously. "W-WHAT?! LIAR! YOU LIEEEEEE!"
GIR smiled, his master's reaction making it clear that he was correct. "You do! Awww, master has a crushy!"
Zim's eyes darted around as if he were looking for a way to cover up his embarrassment. It was too late though; his face was already that unnatural pink color. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! The Dib-human means nothi -"
There was a long pause.
GIR squealed. "YAY! YOU'RE GONNA GET MARRIED TO DIB AND DO IT EVERY NIGHT AND HAVE 10,000 EARTHKEN BABIES!"
Zim's face grew even pinker as he considered the thought. "10,000... I can do that... easily... I got stamina... wait, NO GIR, I COMMAND YOU TO STOP YOUR FOOLISH TALK!"
GIR cackled insanely. "Does he know does he know does he knoooooow?"
Zim blushed and looked down. "No, not ye - I mean, NO, THERE'S NOTHING FOR HIM TO KNOW!"
GIR gave his master a skeptical look. "I'm gonna go tell him!"
Zim gasped and grew faint. "Y-you wouldn't DARE..."
But GIR was already heading for the door. "I'M GONNA GO TELL HIIIIIM!"
"NO! GIR, I ORDER YOU TO GET BACK HERE!" Zim tried his hardest to sound firm, but the panic in his voice prevented this. He dove for the devious robot, but GIR was too fast for him. Zim smacked against the tiled floor and looked up through the doorway to see his companion disappear behind the wooden fence. He scrambled to his feet and nearly tripped over the doorstep as he raced down the sidewalk after his undisguised SIR.
Dib stirred and opened his eyes, automatically glancing at the clock. The red digital numbers glowed 7:42. With a discontented grunt, he sat up and rubbed under his glasses, removing the crusties that the tears he shed earlier left behind. The nap didn't make him feel any better, contrary to what most people think. Dib heaved a gloomy sigh and looked out at the beautiful sunset before leaving his room. It was then when GIR's silhouette appeared in Dib's open window, framed by the orange sky.
Zim tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and tumbled over Dib's lawn. He recovered from the fall quickly and stood up, his eyes looking up at Dib's house just in time to see GIR fly into the window. "GIR! NO!"
Dib walked downstairs, running his hands through his matted hair, finding that his single spike survived the tangle of pillows and sheets. He found Gaz laying on her belly in front of the TV, coloring a picture of what appeared to be a boy wearing blue and black holding hands with a green blob. Dib leaned over his sister and stared at the drawing curiously. It didn't take him long to recognize the two. His face grew paler than usual. "Gaz?"
She smirked and drew a few red hearts around the couple; the same color she knew her brother's cheeks would be turning soon. "Yes?"
Dib pointed. "W-who is that?"
"Who? This?" Gaz patted her portrait of Dib on the paper. "This is you."
"I know who that is!" Dib snapped at his sibling. "Who's... the other one..."
Gaz smiled. "That's your boyfriend."
"I... have a boyfriend?" Dib raised his eyebrows.
Gaz simply nodded.
"And... what's my... boyfriend's... n-name?"
Gaz grinned. "Zim."
Dib's face turned the same color of the hearts on Gaz's lovely drawing, just like she figured they would. Without another word, she stood up and walked upstairs to her room, leaving her artwork behind.
Dib leaned down and picked up the sheet of paper. He observed the picture carefully. 'Well... I gotta hand it to her... she's pretty good for her age...'
'KNOCK KNOCK ding dong KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'
Dib gave the door a weird look, crumpled up the drawing and tossed it behind the cactus in the corner of the room. Who was at the door and why did they sound so eager to get in?
Zim pounded on the door with all his might and pressed the doorbell repeatedly. He needed to get inside and somehow stop GIR from telling the human how he felt!
But GIR was still up in Dib's room, intrigued by the words of the Bible and the scribbling in Dib's journal.
Dib opened the door and tried to hide his surprise to see Zim standing there. "Oh! Uh... what do YOU want, space-boy?"
Zim looked over Dib's shoulder nervously. "I know this may sound a little strange but can I come in? You see, my robot flew up into your room and I ne -"
"WEEEEEHEEEEEHOOOOO!"
Dib turned around and saw GIR sliding down the stair railing with a blue notebook in his hand.
"HEY! That's my journal!"
GIR ignored Dib's cry and ran under his legs toward Zim. "Master! Wanna hear something gooooood?"
Dib stared down at the robot, a horrified expression on his red face. "NO! He can't hear ANYthing in there! It's... it's top secret! That's where all my... umn... top secret plans-to-catch-Zim go! So that they remain top secret!"
GIR giggled. "That's not what you wrote last niiiiii-iiiight..."
Dib flushed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
"GIR, read it to me!" Zim was interested in what Dib had to write about him.
GIR beamed and flipped to the most recent entry. "Dear journal, right now I'm not doing too good. I just got done cutting. It's starting to burn, but I'm glad. I feel like I deserve it. I deserve it for cutting in the first place and deserve it for just being alive. I talked to God and He made me feel a little better, so there's not much to write about now. Except Zim."
GIR stopped for a moment and nudged his master's leg. "This is where is starts to get yummy!"
Zim stared at the troubled boy in front of him, who was an unhealthy shade of red and gray.
GIR continued reading. "I know I shouldn't feel like this for another guy, especially not an alien, but I can't help but to think that under all the insults I throw and mean things I do there's a part of me that really really likes Zim. I often find myself waking up in the middle of the night and imagining that he's there next to me. I've even had dreams about him. At first, they were cool ones, like me stopping Zim and being all famous and stuff. But now I just dream about him and I... DOING things together. Things that I ENJOY. Things that involve handcuffs and gravy and... other ungodly substances... and things about the male anatomy that I didn't even know I knew! It's insane! It's sick! It's... arousing... I can't believe I'm writing this down. I'm just gonna stop right here."
Silence.
GIR made a squeaking noise and looked up between Zim and Dib. Dib's eyes were closed tight and his face was puckered in humiliation. Zim's aspect was hard to analyze. He gazed at Dib and slowly reached out to him. Dib looked up, startled, as a gloved claw slid down the side of his warm face. Zim's tender eyes looked into Dib's.
"So... when are you going to put those plans on catching me into action?"
Dib's eyes widened with surprise and he let them fall once again, too embarrassed to give a reasonable answer.
Zim stepped over GIR and entered the house, pressing his body against Dib's. Dib stepped back, not sure if he was getting away from Zim or letting him in further. It didn't matter, because Zim wrapped his arms around Dib and pulled his body close. He felt that Dib was uptight and wanted to make it so that he wasn't. Uttering gentle words of comfort, he slowly walked against Dib's body, heading toward the couch. Dib clung to Zim's back and stared at his shoulder, too anxious to go along with it, yet too excited to refuse.
GIR smiled vacantly as he observed the two, then pulled out Dib's Bible from his head that doubled as a thermos and began to read from where Dib had left off.
Dib leaned back against the soft couch while Zim crawled on top. His breathing became erratic as Zim traced a claw over his lips. Dib softly bit the end of the gloved claw and pulled his head in one direction, causing the glove to slide off, revealing Zim's flawless green flesh. Dib loosened his teeth's grip on the leather and it fell to the floor. Zim pulled off the glove's mate and tossed it aside then reached up the sleeves of Dib's trench-coat-like jacket. Dib cringed as he realized what Zim was doing.
A confused and hurt look took over Zim's face as his bare claws lightly traveled up Dib's scabbed arms. His eyes asked "why?" but Dib couldn't answer. He had never been asked that question. He tried to prepare a reply many times in his head before, but found that even he didn't know. All he knew is that it was a temporary fix.
Zim pulled his hands out from Dib's trench coat-like jacket and ran them over his chest and shoulders. Dib just laid there, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Zim's body against his once again. Zim leaned down and brushed his lips against Dib's, letting his tongue run along the inside of them as he did so. Dib parted his lips and invited Zim's tongue inside, caressing it with his own.
Zim mumbled, letting his claws move up Dib's neck and over his cheeks. He liked the way Dib's face fit into the depressions of his claws. He kissed the corner of Dib's respondent mouth and moved away to watch Dib's facial expression change from a sense of pleasure to a sense of being let down.
Zim leaned down again and rubbed his cheek against Dib's, closing his eyes. He felt Dib's body tremble below his and wondered if it was from anxiety or pleasure as he sucked and nipped at his earlobe. Dib moaned slightly and rubbed Zim's back. He slid his hands up where Zim's ribs would be and pushed him up. Zim sat up and gave him a confused look, his face that carnation pink hue again. Dib reached up Zim's shirt and pulled it up and over Zim's head, knocking his Irken I.D. PAK off. The pack fell between Dib's feet and he prodded it to the edge of the couch until it fell off, then waited for Zim's reaction. Zim didn't seem to care as he took his shirt out of Dib's hands and tossed it to the ground. He pulled Dib up with him and slid his hands under his jacket, dragging it off his shoulders and leaving it laid out behind Dib. Zim glimpsed at Dib's mangled arms and winced a bit. He couldn't understand how someone could do that to him or herself. But he knew that questioning it would make Dib feel awkward, and he didn't want that.
Zim tugged the shirt off Dib's head and threw it over his shoulder. Dib reached up and ran his short fingernails over Zim's chest, making him shiver. Dib smiled, sort of proud of himself that he could conjure a reaction like that out of Zim. But it wasn't anything like the reaction that Zim was preparing to conjure out of him...
Zim looked over Dib's chest, alleviated that their anatomies were similar so far. His gaze fell upon Dib's belt buckle (yes, he wears a belt, I heard it jingle in 'Nanozim'! *Drools*) and he thought about what exactly was hiding underneath his pants. With a mischievous grin he reached down and fumbled with the belt buckle.
Dib's eyes grew wide and he grabbed Zim's wrists on impulse. Zim looked up with a guilt-stricken frown. He didn't mean to startle Dib. He writhed out of Dib's grasp and rubbed Dib's upper thighs conservatively.
Dib leaned forward and planted little kisses on Zim's soft green shoulder. He felt bad for holding Zim back but he was just too shy to let him go THAT far. He was still getting over the fact that Zim was in his house. He groped around for Zim's hands, but got a hold of something else instead. He opened his eyes and pulled away from Zim to study his face. Zim's eyes were wide and the area underneath was a vivid pink. Dib felt his cheeks burn too as he dared to look down.
His hand was pressed rather firmly against the area between Zim's legs.
"Oh God!" Dib pulled his hand away and bit his bottom lip. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..." He stammered on his words.
Zim blinked.
Dib rubbed the back of his neck and looked off to the side awkwardly. 'Well, at least now I know that there aren't many differences...'
"I-It's okay..." Zim choked. "It j-just... galvanized me..."
Dib looked up, a confused smile on his face. "It WHAT?"
Just then, GIR yelped and slammed the Bible against his head repeatedly. Zim and Dib both looked over the couch at the delirious SIR. "GIR, what is it?!"
MUHAHAHAHAHA! Well, what's GIR's malfunction?
He wants to read some of the Bible to Zim and Dib...
He is trying to warn Zim and Dib that Gaz is coming downstairs...
He's trying to say that Prof. Membrane's van just pulled up (van? I dunno, I just picture that guy driving a van)...
He wants to watch them pull out the handcuffs and gravy... (*Extremely amused smile*)
Pick one! Any one, I don't care, all of them are good. They all hold pros and cons, but don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll make sure that I'm able to throw more lemony wafers in there! I plan on making this story long, because it can easily go on forever. I know I'll eventually get tired of it, but I'll keep writing if I feel like there's a lot more that can happen. And right now... ohhhhh yeah, there's a lot more that can happen =] So keep reading! The fist commands you! OBEY THE FIST!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
True Locket: DAMN! *L* You want another scene with the Tallests AND a part where Gaz walks in on Zim and Dib?! *L* I love you, you're too much! I'll try and get the Tallests in here again, but not this chapter. I got a little something planned for later on =P
sushisama: Whoa! Hehe, I'm glad you like it so far, thanks a bunch! I'll try and include GIR a little more and I have to agree with ya; ZAGR's really DON'T fit (no offense to ZAGR fans out there, I just don't see how it connects, that's all).
Kimi the Kenlei: Looks like you've found my other ficcy =D I'm glad you did, I think this one is much better than the other. I started the other when I got bored. It's a cute one but this one has more depth and is more challenging to write because I don't know where this one is going. My other fic is all planned out in my head already. But thanks for the compliments! And, yes, I'm sure this is my first fic ,=P
Thanks to all the other reviewers! And a special thanks to skidlebop, who made a very good point in the last review about Zim not caring where GIR goes. I made it so that Zim WILL care and you'll soon see why! So go! Read! Yes! Enjoy!
Back at Zim's house, GIR was making peanut butter and Corn Flake sandwiches (I'm gonna try that sometime...) for dinner while Zim sat on the couch and watched TV. He normally wouldn't bother with the horrible television programs that planet earth had to offer, but he was too busy daydreaming about Dib to really pay attention anyway. He stared blankly at the screen in front of him, the light and colors bouncing off his green skin in the dusky setting of the living room.
"And now, back to 'When MS DOS Attacks IX'."
Zim chuckled lightly to himself. "Stupid inferior computer program..."
GIR suddenly bounded into the room, carrying a platter stacked with four poorly made sandwiches. He plopped down next to his master and set the tray between them. GIR immediately stuffed one of his tasty creations into his large mouth and smacked his aluminiferous lips together obnoxiously. He looked up at his master questioningly when he didn't hear the indignant complaints he expected from Zim, and chewed louder. Zim continued to stare straight ahead, his mouth formed into a barely visible grin.
GIR ceased his ridiculously loud habit of eating and stared up at his master curiously, some peanut butter smeared across his cheeks. And in that little bouncy-ball-loose-change-paper-clip-screwy mind of his, something clicked. GIR's eyes lit up, enthralled, as he understood what was going on.
"... MASTER'S GOT HEMROIDS!"
Zim looked down at his comrade, his forehead furrowing in bewilderment. He didn't even bother to ask as he reached down and gingerly lifted one of GIR's sandwiches up to his mouth. He parted his lips and was about to take a bite when GIR abruptly jumped into his lap. He closed his mouth and eyed the dysfunctional SIR.
GIR's expressionless eyes burned into his master's. Zim felt a little uneasy under GIR's stare and took a bite out of his sandwich. GIR never took his eyes off his lord.
When Zim finished the sandwich, GIR announced his uncanny ability to read his master's mind. "... AND you got a crush on somebody!"
Zim's face fell. He gaped at the robot incredulously. "W-WHAT?! LIAR! YOU LIEEEEEE!"
GIR smiled, his master's reaction making it clear that he was correct. "You do! Awww, master has a crushy!"
Zim's eyes darted around as if he were looking for a way to cover up his embarrassment. It was too late though; his face was already that unnatural pink color. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! The Dib-human means nothi -"
There was a long pause.
GIR squealed. "YAY! YOU'RE GONNA GET MARRIED TO DIB AND DO IT EVERY NIGHT AND HAVE 10,000 EARTHKEN BABIES!"
Zim's face grew even pinker as he considered the thought. "10,000... I can do that... easily... I got stamina... wait, NO GIR, I COMMAND YOU TO STOP YOUR FOOLISH TALK!"
GIR cackled insanely. "Does he know does he know does he knoooooow?"
Zim blushed and looked down. "No, not ye - I mean, NO, THERE'S NOTHING FOR HIM TO KNOW!"
GIR gave his master a skeptical look. "I'm gonna go tell him!"
Zim gasped and grew faint. "Y-you wouldn't DARE..."
But GIR was already heading for the door. "I'M GONNA GO TELL HIIIIIM!"
"NO! GIR, I ORDER YOU TO GET BACK HERE!" Zim tried his hardest to sound firm, but the panic in his voice prevented this. He dove for the devious robot, but GIR was too fast for him. Zim smacked against the tiled floor and looked up through the doorway to see his companion disappear behind the wooden fence. He scrambled to his feet and nearly tripped over the doorstep as he raced down the sidewalk after his undisguised SIR.
Dib stirred and opened his eyes, automatically glancing at the clock. The red digital numbers glowed 7:42. With a discontented grunt, he sat up and rubbed under his glasses, removing the crusties that the tears he shed earlier left behind. The nap didn't make him feel any better, contrary to what most people think. Dib heaved a gloomy sigh and looked out at the beautiful sunset before leaving his room. It was then when GIR's silhouette appeared in Dib's open window, framed by the orange sky.
Zim tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and tumbled over Dib's lawn. He recovered from the fall quickly and stood up, his eyes looking up at Dib's house just in time to see GIR fly into the window. "GIR! NO!"
Dib walked downstairs, running his hands through his matted hair, finding that his single spike survived the tangle of pillows and sheets. He found Gaz laying on her belly in front of the TV, coloring a picture of what appeared to be a boy wearing blue and black holding hands with a green blob. Dib leaned over his sister and stared at the drawing curiously. It didn't take him long to recognize the two. His face grew paler than usual. "Gaz?"
She smirked and drew a few red hearts around the couple; the same color she knew her brother's cheeks would be turning soon. "Yes?"
Dib pointed. "W-who is that?"
"Who? This?" Gaz patted her portrait of Dib on the paper. "This is you."
"I know who that is!" Dib snapped at his sibling. "Who's... the other one..."
Gaz smiled. "That's your boyfriend."
"I... have a boyfriend?" Dib raised his eyebrows.
Gaz simply nodded.
"And... what's my... boyfriend's... n-name?"
Gaz grinned. "Zim."
Dib's face turned the same color of the hearts on Gaz's lovely drawing, just like she figured they would. Without another word, she stood up and walked upstairs to her room, leaving her artwork behind.
Dib leaned down and picked up the sheet of paper. He observed the picture carefully. 'Well... I gotta hand it to her... she's pretty good for her age...'
'KNOCK KNOCK ding dong KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'
Dib gave the door a weird look, crumpled up the drawing and tossed it behind the cactus in the corner of the room. Who was at the door and why did they sound so eager to get in?
Zim pounded on the door with all his might and pressed the doorbell repeatedly. He needed to get inside and somehow stop GIR from telling the human how he felt!
But GIR was still up in Dib's room, intrigued by the words of the Bible and the scribbling in Dib's journal.
Dib opened the door and tried to hide his surprise to see Zim standing there. "Oh! Uh... what do YOU want, space-boy?"
Zim looked over Dib's shoulder nervously. "I know this may sound a little strange but can I come in? You see, my robot flew up into your room and I ne -"
"WEEEEEHEEEEEHOOOOO!"
Dib turned around and saw GIR sliding down the stair railing with a blue notebook in his hand.
"HEY! That's my journal!"
GIR ignored Dib's cry and ran under his legs toward Zim. "Master! Wanna hear something gooooood?"
Dib stared down at the robot, a horrified expression on his red face. "NO! He can't hear ANYthing in there! It's... it's top secret! That's where all my... umn... top secret plans-to-catch-Zim go! So that they remain top secret!"
GIR giggled. "That's not what you wrote last niiiiii-iiiight..."
Dib flushed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
"GIR, read it to me!" Zim was interested in what Dib had to write about him.
GIR beamed and flipped to the most recent entry. "Dear journal, right now I'm not doing too good. I just got done cutting. It's starting to burn, but I'm glad. I feel like I deserve it. I deserve it for cutting in the first place and deserve it for just being alive. I talked to God and He made me feel a little better, so there's not much to write about now. Except Zim."
GIR stopped for a moment and nudged his master's leg. "This is where is starts to get yummy!"
Zim stared at the troubled boy in front of him, who was an unhealthy shade of red and gray.
GIR continued reading. "I know I shouldn't feel like this for another guy, especially not an alien, but I can't help but to think that under all the insults I throw and mean things I do there's a part of me that really really likes Zim. I often find myself waking up in the middle of the night and imagining that he's there next to me. I've even had dreams about him. At first, they were cool ones, like me stopping Zim and being all famous and stuff. But now I just dream about him and I... DOING things together. Things that I ENJOY. Things that involve handcuffs and gravy and... other ungodly substances... and things about the male anatomy that I didn't even know I knew! It's insane! It's sick! It's... arousing... I can't believe I'm writing this down. I'm just gonna stop right here."
Silence.
GIR made a squeaking noise and looked up between Zim and Dib. Dib's eyes were closed tight and his face was puckered in humiliation. Zim's aspect was hard to analyze. He gazed at Dib and slowly reached out to him. Dib looked up, startled, as a gloved claw slid down the side of his warm face. Zim's tender eyes looked into Dib's.
"So... when are you going to put those plans on catching me into action?"
Dib's eyes widened with surprise and he let them fall once again, too embarrassed to give a reasonable answer.
Zim stepped over GIR and entered the house, pressing his body against Dib's. Dib stepped back, not sure if he was getting away from Zim or letting him in further. It didn't matter, because Zim wrapped his arms around Dib and pulled his body close. He felt that Dib was uptight and wanted to make it so that he wasn't. Uttering gentle words of comfort, he slowly walked against Dib's body, heading toward the couch. Dib clung to Zim's back and stared at his shoulder, too anxious to go along with it, yet too excited to refuse.
GIR smiled vacantly as he observed the two, then pulled out Dib's Bible from his head that doubled as a thermos and began to read from where Dib had left off.
Dib leaned back against the soft couch while Zim crawled on top. His breathing became erratic as Zim traced a claw over his lips. Dib softly bit the end of the gloved claw and pulled his head in one direction, causing the glove to slide off, revealing Zim's flawless green flesh. Dib loosened his teeth's grip on the leather and it fell to the floor. Zim pulled off the glove's mate and tossed it aside then reached up the sleeves of Dib's trench-coat-like jacket. Dib cringed as he realized what Zim was doing.
A confused and hurt look took over Zim's face as his bare claws lightly traveled up Dib's scabbed arms. His eyes asked "why?" but Dib couldn't answer. He had never been asked that question. He tried to prepare a reply many times in his head before, but found that even he didn't know. All he knew is that it was a temporary fix.
Zim pulled his hands out from Dib's trench coat-like jacket and ran them over his chest and shoulders. Dib just laid there, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Zim's body against his once again. Zim leaned down and brushed his lips against Dib's, letting his tongue run along the inside of them as he did so. Dib parted his lips and invited Zim's tongue inside, caressing it with his own.
Zim mumbled, letting his claws move up Dib's neck and over his cheeks. He liked the way Dib's face fit into the depressions of his claws. He kissed the corner of Dib's respondent mouth and moved away to watch Dib's facial expression change from a sense of pleasure to a sense of being let down.
Zim leaned down again and rubbed his cheek against Dib's, closing his eyes. He felt Dib's body tremble below his and wondered if it was from anxiety or pleasure as he sucked and nipped at his earlobe. Dib moaned slightly and rubbed Zim's back. He slid his hands up where Zim's ribs would be and pushed him up. Zim sat up and gave him a confused look, his face that carnation pink hue again. Dib reached up Zim's shirt and pulled it up and over Zim's head, knocking his Irken I.D. PAK off. The pack fell between Dib's feet and he prodded it to the edge of the couch until it fell off, then waited for Zim's reaction. Zim didn't seem to care as he took his shirt out of Dib's hands and tossed it to the ground. He pulled Dib up with him and slid his hands under his jacket, dragging it off his shoulders and leaving it laid out behind Dib. Zim glimpsed at Dib's mangled arms and winced a bit. He couldn't understand how someone could do that to him or herself. But he knew that questioning it would make Dib feel awkward, and he didn't want that.
Zim tugged the shirt off Dib's head and threw it over his shoulder. Dib reached up and ran his short fingernails over Zim's chest, making him shiver. Dib smiled, sort of proud of himself that he could conjure a reaction like that out of Zim. But it wasn't anything like the reaction that Zim was preparing to conjure out of him...
Zim looked over Dib's chest, alleviated that their anatomies were similar so far. His gaze fell upon Dib's belt buckle (yes, he wears a belt, I heard it jingle in 'Nanozim'! *Drools*) and he thought about what exactly was hiding underneath his pants. With a mischievous grin he reached down and fumbled with the belt buckle.
Dib's eyes grew wide and he grabbed Zim's wrists on impulse. Zim looked up with a guilt-stricken frown. He didn't mean to startle Dib. He writhed out of Dib's grasp and rubbed Dib's upper thighs conservatively.
Dib leaned forward and planted little kisses on Zim's soft green shoulder. He felt bad for holding Zim back but he was just too shy to let him go THAT far. He was still getting over the fact that Zim was in his house. He groped around for Zim's hands, but got a hold of something else instead. He opened his eyes and pulled away from Zim to study his face. Zim's eyes were wide and the area underneath was a vivid pink. Dib felt his cheeks burn too as he dared to look down.
His hand was pressed rather firmly against the area between Zim's legs.
"Oh God!" Dib pulled his hand away and bit his bottom lip. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..." He stammered on his words.
Zim blinked.
Dib rubbed the back of his neck and looked off to the side awkwardly. 'Well, at least now I know that there aren't many differences...'
"I-It's okay..." Zim choked. "It j-just... galvanized me..."
Dib looked up, a confused smile on his face. "It WHAT?"
Just then, GIR yelped and slammed the Bible against his head repeatedly. Zim and Dib both looked over the couch at the delirious SIR. "GIR, what is it?!"
MUHAHAHAHAHA! Well, what's GIR's malfunction?
He wants to read some of the Bible to Zim and Dib...
He is trying to warn Zim and Dib that Gaz is coming downstairs...
He's trying to say that Prof. Membrane's van just pulled up (van? I dunno, I just picture that guy driving a van)...
He wants to watch them pull out the handcuffs and gravy... (*Extremely amused smile*)
Pick one! Any one, I don't care, all of them are good. They all hold pros and cons, but don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll make sure that I'm able to throw more lemony wafers in there! I plan on making this story long, because it can easily go on forever. I know I'll eventually get tired of it, but I'll keep writing if I feel like there's a lot more that can happen. And right now... ohhhhh yeah, there's a lot more that can happen =] So keep reading! The fist commands you! OBEY THE FIST!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY