Finally! This chapter has taken me a while because every few paragraphs I
had to stop for 10 minutes and think of what I was gonna write |=[ I think
this chapter is gonna be a major disappointment, and don't tell me
otherwise just to make me feel better. *L* I'm sorry, I honestly tried my
hardest... the next chapter will be better, it promises a lot of action and
possibly humor, I dunno, I'll have to see what I come up with.
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Zim narrowed his eyes. "WHO wants to see me, GIR?"
... Too late. GIR's attention had already been drawn to the lukewarm slice of pizza sitting on the floor. "MY HAT!"
Dib rubbed his hands against his thighs and stared at Zim anxiously. The Irken glanced at him helplessly, then looked down at his "evil" minion, clearly aggravated. "GIR, whoever they made be, send them away. I'm too... busy at the moment to deal with them, or YOU, for that matter."
"But master, they -"
"GIR, I TOLD YOU I AM BUSY! NOW GO AND SEND THEM AWAY!"
The little robot frowned, turned, and walked out of the room, the door closing behind.
Zim turned to look at Dib calmly and expectantly. "Well...?"
Dib blushed and removed his glasses, careful not to get them greasy as he laid them safely on the pizza box by the tub. He sat up and looked down nervously. "You do understand that I won't be able to hold my breath for 15 minutes, right? You're lucky if you get 30 seconds outta me."
Zim nodded, already growing excited from anticipation. "I don't mind..." He reached forward and cupped Dib's face in his claws, rubbing the human's flushed cheeks with his thumbs.
Dib smiled softly. His wide, honey eyes hosted docile innocence and mischievous guile, a cast that Zim found utterly ravishing. His breath grew shallow as he tried his best to encourage the uncertain boy. "It's not possible for one of your beauty to disappoint me, Dib... you'll do just fine..."
Dib could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat as he heard those words escape Zim's lips. Not only were they unbelievable, but they were flattering and... well, amazingly enough... mellifluous. Dib blushed and let his eyes fall.
Zim slid his claws up Dib's face and ran his fingers through the human's matted hair. He didn't want to pressure Dib, but his body was growing restive. "... Are you sure you want to perform this task?"
Without a word, Dib took a deep breath and ducked under the surface of the cleansing jelly, encasing Zim's hard cock in his wet mouth. Zim closed his eyes and let his claws kindly help Dib's hesitant proceeding and retreating thrusts. After about 37 seconds of sexual rapture, Dib pulled up and gasped for air. Zim cringed because of the sudden stop, but as soon as Dib inhaled more oxygen, he was down in Zim's lap once again.
GIR opened the front door and stared up at the girl on the doorstep. "I... I'm sorry..."
Gaz growled, strangling a seemingly useless lawn gnome with her left arm. "WHY are you sorry?"
"Master's busy with his boyfriend." GIR sniffed sadly but then waved ecstatically at the lawn gnome in Gaz's death-hold. "HI!"
Gaz stifled an unusual laugh. "Is that so? Bring me to them."
"But..." GIR paused as if trying to remember something with his non- existent brain. Failing to do so, he smiled cheerfully and stepped back, letting Gaz inside. "OKIE DOKIE CHERIOKEE!"
Gaz smirked, dropped the lawn gnome at the door and readied the SLR camera around her neck. She followed GIR down into the trash bin and past many of Zim's assorted labs in the computerized elevator. When the elevator reached a certain point, the doors slid open, and the delirious SIR led Gaz down a tiny hall to a closed panel in the blood-red wall. GIR snickered and pressed his head to the door. "Lookit how busy they are!"
Gaz imitated the robot and listened carefully. From inside, she heard moans, screams, sighs and yelps... all directed at her brother. Gaz's lower eyelids twitched in disgust and amusement as she tried her hardest not to laugh. This was just what she needed to bring her spirits up, and she was going to take advantage of it.
But just listening to the obvious wasn't enough. Gaz looked down at GIR. "Hey, you. How do you open the door?"
Dib came up for air again, coughing from the fullness of Zim's member and the lime-flavored jelly. Zim screamed out and shook in overwhelming pleasure. "DIB! Dib, keep going! Ohh!"
Dib inhaled deeply, his parted lips shaped into a powerless yet determined frown. He snapped his jaw shut and completely immersed into the cleansing gelatin again, just as the door slid open.
Zim winced and looked over his shoulder. "GIR, what is - HOLY IRK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Zim squeaked in fear and shoved Dib's head down into his lap, ceasing his vigorous pumps.
Gaz simpered and took a couple steps into the room. "Where's my brother? Aren't you supposed to be performing horrible experiments on his disgustingly large head?"
Zim couldn't hide the terror in his shaky voice. "H-He does NOT have a large head, pathetic being! Now be gone with you!"
"Oh, so now you're defending him? How sweet." Gaz snorted.
Poor Dib, whose face was still pressed rather uncomfortably against Zim's crotch, heard every muffled word and started to panic. Not only was his sister a couple of feet away from discovering him and Zim, but he had a penis prodding his uvula and a set of lungs that couldn't hold a lot of air. He dug his short nails into Zim's thighs as if to say, "You best get that bia outta hea'!"
Zim yelped and nonchalantly knocked Dib upside his head. Gaz peered over curiously and took a few steps closer, questioning what she already knew. "Is that my brother in the tub with you?"
Zim gasped. "GIR! HOLD HER!"
GIR tittered and kicked at the floor. "Aww master, but what if she dun like me?"
Gaz held the camera up to her face as she neared the end of the tub. Zim looked around frantically and spotted his only hope.
His wig.
He could throw it at Gaz and maybe buy the time to run past her and hide!
But before he could reach for it, Dib somehow managed to gather the energy needed to push himself to the surface, gagging, choking and gasping for desperately missed air. He glared at Zim accusingly. "WHY'D YOU HIT ME?!"
Zim snarled. His plans always seemed to be foiled by Dib, no matter the situation. "I'd hit you again, stupid human, if we didn't have such unwanted company..."
FLASH! 'Click!'
Dib covered his eyes, blinded by the sudden light that filled the room. Zim blinked in shock and slowly turned around to see Gaz with a smug smile on her face. She pet the SLR camera affectionately as if it were a precious stone. "Just wait'll the kids at Skool get a hold of this..."
Dib recovered from the camera's flash, leaned over the side of the tub and fumbled around for his glasses. Zim paled and gawked at the devious little girl. "Y-you wouldn't..."
"We already had this conversation." Gaz scoffed. "I told you I would."
Dib finally found his glasses and put them on, not bothering to worry about cleaning the lenses. When his eyes confirmed what he heard, he looked just as frightened, upset and humiliated as Zim. "Gaz, please don't do this, I'm sorry about... about... hey, what have I done to you lately?"
Gaz thought for a moment. "... Nothing."
Dib shouted at his sibling indignantly. "THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"
"For fun." Gaz made it sound as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Zim caught on to Dib's anger and glowered at Gaz. "I assure you, stinky human-stink, you will NOT get away with this."
"Famous last words, Zim." Gaz smirked wickedly and left the room. GIR smiled hopefully and ran after her, giggling.
For a while, Zim and Dib both sat in silence, their minds scrambling to comprehend what just happened. Zim bit his lip until the flesh grew numb while Dib picked at his cuticles until they bled. Both felt they owed the other an apology; Zim feeling sorry because he blamed his base's defenses and Dib feeling bad because the person causing so much trouble was a member of his family.
Just as Zim was about to say something, Dib blurted out hysterically, "Oh man, I am SO screw-ew-ewed... Zim, what the Canada are we going to do?! If anyone at Skool sees that picture... oh, I don't even wanna THINK about it... Zim, do you know how MORTIFYING that would be?! Huh? Huh? Huh? ... Do ya, huh?"
Zim stretched out in the tub and waved his hand, looking quite agitated. "Dib, please, I'm thinking."
Dib stopped his vehement complaining and gazed down at Zim's feet. They looked no different from his own, despite the talons that Zim had for hands. Sighing softly, Dib gently scratched his toenails along the delicate undersurface of the Irken's feet. This resulted in a quizzical glance from Zim interrupted by a mini-fit of laughter. The alien squirmed, tucked his feet underneath his rump and protested almost gleefully. "DI- IB, I am TRYING to get ourselves out of this mess! Now are you going to let me ponder on our current situation or not?"
Dib smiled meagerly and stared at Zim. "What do you think we should do?"
Zim frowned helplessly. "Um... we CAN use the Hunter Destroyer machine, but I'd have to make some repairs seeing as how GIR broke it last night..."
"Hunter Destroyer? ZIM, she's my sister, I don't wanna kill her!"
Zim growled and folded his arms across his chest. "Well FINE DIB, why don't YOU come up with something?"
Dib gave Zim an apathetic look. "I can sneak into her room tonight, get the film from the camera and demolish it."
Zim's eyes widened, impressed. "... Wow. I-I mean, pretty good considering that big head of yours doesn't hold much."
Dib splashed at Zim. "HEY! I heard you tell Gaz that I DIDN'T have a big head!"
Zim blinked and dodged the thick green liquid. "You did?"
"Yes!"
"Well, uh, you heard wrong! See, I told you that head of yours doesn't hold much."
Dib narrowed his eyes and shook his head, grinning. "Oh shut up."
Zim rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "It is a good plan, though. Simple, yet good. Not as good as mine, but... at what time does your frightening sibling go to bed?"
"Usually around 10:00 on weekends, but I wouldn't be surprised if she stayed up playing video games before she fell asleep."
Zim held a claw up to his chin and looked upward in thought. "So, we should probably leave here at about...?"
"We? Leave here?" Dib furrowed his brows in puzzlement. He was unaware of the fact that Zim was contriving to keep him there for the rest of the day. "I'm sorry, but I should be getting home, I mean, I did kind of leave unannounced..."
"Oh no, you're staying here." Zim glared at Dib sternly. "You're sick, and knowing your father, I'm sure he doesn't even realize you're gone. And Gaz, well, she doesn't care, am I right?"
Dib cringed and looked at the outspoken alien with an expression mixed with pain and anger. "Ya know, that kinda hurt..."
Zim's face fell. Never in his life had he encountered a race so sensitive to the truth. Scowling at his crude statement, he leaned over and placed a claw on Dib's ankle. "I'm sorry, earth creature. I didn't mean it in that sense. I just want to make sure you get better, that's all."
Dib smiled a bit. It was nice to know that at least SOMEBODY cared. "It's okay, but I've gotta warn you, we'll have to be extra careful. Gaz is an extremely light sleeper."
"That is not a problem for ZIM! So are we going to put a stop to your sister's... evil... showing and... telling of... of... uh... us and... erm... showy-tell... thing... of doom?" Zim grinned proudly at his attempted address.
Dib nodded. "Yea! ... But first..."
Gaz climbed out of the trash bin with Zim's loud moans echoing behind. She gaped down into the tube incredulously. "They're going at it again? ... I should've brought my sound recorder."
Gaz made her way out of the kitchen, oblivious to the little robot that was following. Before she could open the front door to leave, GIR wrapped his arms around the little girl's leg and smiled up at her. "Will you come baaack for me?"
Gaz's eyes widened. "No. Now get off of me before I make you."
Tears welled up in GIR's eyes as he reluctantly let go. Gaz's well-hidden heart peeked out of the closet of her emotions, and she bent down to pet GIR's metallic head. The kooky SIR unit smiled sweetly. "Does dat mean you'll come baaack for me?"
Gaz grumbled a reply and left before GIR could ask if that was a "yes" or "no". GIR giggled and looked down, his eyes glowing a bit brighter than usual. He turned around and skipped throughout the house without a cause, humming to "Satisfy You" by P. Diddy and R. Kelly (I like dat song =D ).
Zim screamed out and reared his head back as Dib surfaced and wiped his mouth, smiling at the Irken. "How long would you say that took me?"
Zim closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "I... um... 5 minutes... I think..."
Dib raised his arms triumphantly. "YES! I won!"
Zim smiled weakly, not exactly in the position to deny defeat. "Heh... thank you Dib... that was a... a lot better than... I thought it would be... a LOT better..."
Dib looked down shyly and licked his lips. "Uh... glad you liked it?"
Zim reached forward and pulled Dib into his lap. The human came willingly, closing his eyes and nuzzling Zim's neck. He was just as exhausted as the alien was, being the one with the cold and all.
After the two boys had caught their breath, Zim pulled Dib away and held his claw up to the human's forehead. "Your fever seems to have died down a great deal."
Dib sniffed and closed his eyes gratefully against the coldness of Zim's claw. "I still feel like crap though..."
Zim pushed Dib away gently and stood up. "I shouldn't have held you down in the cleansing jelly like that. It certainly didn't do you any good."
Dib blew at the thick bit of hair that drooped down in front of his nose and shrugged. "It's not like you had a choice."
Zim stepped out of the tub and looked at Dib questioningly. "Are you ready?"
Dib rubbed a few spots on his body, then reached for Zim's claw. "Yea, I guess."
Zim helped Dib out of the tub and walked to the other end of the bathroom. Dib looked at the towel on the floor that Zim used to cover himself and bent down to pick it up.
"No, Dib, over here." Zim stepped into a cubicle that closely resembled a shower without a door. Dib followed warily and peeked inside.
The two opposing walls of the room had large fans built into them. Black tiles with tiny white specks covered every wall and the ceiling in the room. The floor, which looked like it was made entirely of rubber, also adorned the pattern of the tiles in order to create an "outer-spacey" appearance. Zim stood in the middle of the room and spread out his arms disdainfully. "This is the parching chamber. It is much like the hand dryers in most of your public restroom things, except the parching chamber uses the same process to dry the whole body. Clever, yes?"
Dib eyed the towel rack beside the chamber. "Um... why is that there then?"
"Eh?" Zim leaned forward and peered in the general direction of Dib's glance. "Oh THAT, heh heh, well, we still use towels when we're in a hurry. You see, such an aMAZing machine takes a... while to... warm up..." Zim looked down sheepishly, then perked up. "But it's fun, nonetheless! C'mon!"
Dib looked at the large fans on either side of the room. "Don't you have a metal casing for those things?"
"No need! Once the machine gets started, the equal force between the fans keeps you in one spot."
"What if one breaks down -"
"DIB, JUSTGETINHERE!"
Dib yelped and did so, careful of Zim's moody temper. The alien smiled and held onto both of Dib's hands. "Ready?"
Dib looked at the huge fans. "I know I'm gonna regret this..."
Zim ignored Dib's negativity and stepped on a red button in the center of the chamber. A tiled door slid down and closed the two boys in darkness, creating the same effect that a haunted house or roller coaster would. Dib whimpered and squeezed Zim's claws. "I hate the dark..."
A loud whir bounced off the walls and a small light embedded in the ceiling flickered on. Dib stared at Zim's illuminated face. Zim smiled a bit and looked away quickly.
'How can he act like Eminem on steroids and hide such a sweet, fun-loving personality?' Dib tilted his head to one side and studied Zim carefully. Even through the contacts he saw a glint of sorrow, but he didn't have time to think about it. The blades of both fans started circling in synchronism, creating a breeze that grew to a gust bit by bit. Eventually, the wind became so powerful that Dib and Zim were forced to close their eyes. After a few seconds of this, Zim stomped on the red button and the blast receded, the light went out and the door flew open.
"WOO!" Dib stepped out and shook his head as if he were a dog.
Zim laughed at Dib's reaction and took the contacts out of his irritated eyes. "I told you it would be fun, Dib-monkey! Why did you not believe me?"
Dib laughed and ran his hands though his wild hair. "It's kind of hard to believe an alien who's bent on conquering earth."
Zim looked over at Dib, his aspect hard to analyze.
Dib cringed and looked away guiltily. He had brought up a tender issue that both "lovers" had been subconsciously trying to avoid.
Zim blinked away his worry and confusion and started walking toward the door. "Uh... do you want something to drink?"
Dib nodded, still feeling bad.
"Well, come on then." Zim pressed a button near the door and stepped outside. Dib followed at a distance, never once making eye contact with the Irken.
Aww... what do you wanna see happen in the next chapter?
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up as they retrieve the film successfully...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up. They never get the film and end up being ridiculed at Skool...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and can't find the camera, but when Gaz develops the film she finds that she never took the lens cap off...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up, but Zim tells Gaz about all the nice things Dib did for her when she was little and she lets them take the film... (Yes, I know Zim doesn't have a clue about Dib's past but if this happens I'll have Dib tell him.)
I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but if it takes a while, I'm sorry!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
The votes between "Gaz catching them" and "Gaz not catching them" were really close. So which one got the majority? Well, read and find out!
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Zim narrowed his eyes. "WHO wants to see me, GIR?"
... Too late. GIR's attention had already been drawn to the lukewarm slice of pizza sitting on the floor. "MY HAT!"
Dib rubbed his hands against his thighs and stared at Zim anxiously. The Irken glanced at him helplessly, then looked down at his "evil" minion, clearly aggravated. "GIR, whoever they made be, send them away. I'm too... busy at the moment to deal with them, or YOU, for that matter."
"But master, they -"
"GIR, I TOLD YOU I AM BUSY! NOW GO AND SEND THEM AWAY!"
The little robot frowned, turned, and walked out of the room, the door closing behind.
Zim turned to look at Dib calmly and expectantly. "Well...?"
Dib blushed and removed his glasses, careful not to get them greasy as he laid them safely on the pizza box by the tub. He sat up and looked down nervously. "You do understand that I won't be able to hold my breath for 15 minutes, right? You're lucky if you get 30 seconds outta me."
Zim nodded, already growing excited from anticipation. "I don't mind..." He reached forward and cupped Dib's face in his claws, rubbing the human's flushed cheeks with his thumbs.
Dib smiled softly. His wide, honey eyes hosted docile innocence and mischievous guile, a cast that Zim found utterly ravishing. His breath grew shallow as he tried his best to encourage the uncertain boy. "It's not possible for one of your beauty to disappoint me, Dib... you'll do just fine..."
Dib could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat as he heard those words escape Zim's lips. Not only were they unbelievable, but they were flattering and... well, amazingly enough... mellifluous. Dib blushed and let his eyes fall.
Zim slid his claws up Dib's face and ran his fingers through the human's matted hair. He didn't want to pressure Dib, but his body was growing restive. "... Are you sure you want to perform this task?"
Without a word, Dib took a deep breath and ducked under the surface of the cleansing jelly, encasing Zim's hard cock in his wet mouth. Zim closed his eyes and let his claws kindly help Dib's hesitant proceeding and retreating thrusts. After about 37 seconds of sexual rapture, Dib pulled up and gasped for air. Zim cringed because of the sudden stop, but as soon as Dib inhaled more oxygen, he was down in Zim's lap once again.
GIR opened the front door and stared up at the girl on the doorstep. "I... I'm sorry..."
Gaz growled, strangling a seemingly useless lawn gnome with her left arm. "WHY are you sorry?"
"Master's busy with his boyfriend." GIR sniffed sadly but then waved ecstatically at the lawn gnome in Gaz's death-hold. "HI!"
Gaz stifled an unusual laugh. "Is that so? Bring me to them."
"But..." GIR paused as if trying to remember something with his non- existent brain. Failing to do so, he smiled cheerfully and stepped back, letting Gaz inside. "OKIE DOKIE CHERIOKEE!"
Gaz smirked, dropped the lawn gnome at the door and readied the SLR camera around her neck. She followed GIR down into the trash bin and past many of Zim's assorted labs in the computerized elevator. When the elevator reached a certain point, the doors slid open, and the delirious SIR led Gaz down a tiny hall to a closed panel in the blood-red wall. GIR snickered and pressed his head to the door. "Lookit how busy they are!"
Gaz imitated the robot and listened carefully. From inside, she heard moans, screams, sighs and yelps... all directed at her brother. Gaz's lower eyelids twitched in disgust and amusement as she tried her hardest not to laugh. This was just what she needed to bring her spirits up, and she was going to take advantage of it.
But just listening to the obvious wasn't enough. Gaz looked down at GIR. "Hey, you. How do you open the door?"
Dib came up for air again, coughing from the fullness of Zim's member and the lime-flavored jelly. Zim screamed out and shook in overwhelming pleasure. "DIB! Dib, keep going! Ohh!"
Dib inhaled deeply, his parted lips shaped into a powerless yet determined frown. He snapped his jaw shut and completely immersed into the cleansing gelatin again, just as the door slid open.
Zim winced and looked over his shoulder. "GIR, what is - HOLY IRK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Zim squeaked in fear and shoved Dib's head down into his lap, ceasing his vigorous pumps.
Gaz simpered and took a couple steps into the room. "Where's my brother? Aren't you supposed to be performing horrible experiments on his disgustingly large head?"
Zim couldn't hide the terror in his shaky voice. "H-He does NOT have a large head, pathetic being! Now be gone with you!"
"Oh, so now you're defending him? How sweet." Gaz snorted.
Poor Dib, whose face was still pressed rather uncomfortably against Zim's crotch, heard every muffled word and started to panic. Not only was his sister a couple of feet away from discovering him and Zim, but he had a penis prodding his uvula and a set of lungs that couldn't hold a lot of air. He dug his short nails into Zim's thighs as if to say, "You best get that bia outta hea'!"
Zim yelped and nonchalantly knocked Dib upside his head. Gaz peered over curiously and took a few steps closer, questioning what she already knew. "Is that my brother in the tub with you?"
Zim gasped. "GIR! HOLD HER!"
GIR tittered and kicked at the floor. "Aww master, but what if she dun like me?"
Gaz held the camera up to her face as she neared the end of the tub. Zim looked around frantically and spotted his only hope.
His wig.
He could throw it at Gaz and maybe buy the time to run past her and hide!
But before he could reach for it, Dib somehow managed to gather the energy needed to push himself to the surface, gagging, choking and gasping for desperately missed air. He glared at Zim accusingly. "WHY'D YOU HIT ME?!"
Zim snarled. His plans always seemed to be foiled by Dib, no matter the situation. "I'd hit you again, stupid human, if we didn't have such unwanted company..."
FLASH! 'Click!'
Dib covered his eyes, blinded by the sudden light that filled the room. Zim blinked in shock and slowly turned around to see Gaz with a smug smile on her face. She pet the SLR camera affectionately as if it were a precious stone. "Just wait'll the kids at Skool get a hold of this..."
Dib recovered from the camera's flash, leaned over the side of the tub and fumbled around for his glasses. Zim paled and gawked at the devious little girl. "Y-you wouldn't..."
"We already had this conversation." Gaz scoffed. "I told you I would."
Dib finally found his glasses and put them on, not bothering to worry about cleaning the lenses. When his eyes confirmed what he heard, he looked just as frightened, upset and humiliated as Zim. "Gaz, please don't do this, I'm sorry about... about... hey, what have I done to you lately?"
Gaz thought for a moment. "... Nothing."
Dib shouted at his sibling indignantly. "THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"
"For fun." Gaz made it sound as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Zim caught on to Dib's anger and glowered at Gaz. "I assure you, stinky human-stink, you will NOT get away with this."
"Famous last words, Zim." Gaz smirked wickedly and left the room. GIR smiled hopefully and ran after her, giggling.
For a while, Zim and Dib both sat in silence, their minds scrambling to comprehend what just happened. Zim bit his lip until the flesh grew numb while Dib picked at his cuticles until they bled. Both felt they owed the other an apology; Zim feeling sorry because he blamed his base's defenses and Dib feeling bad because the person causing so much trouble was a member of his family.
Just as Zim was about to say something, Dib blurted out hysterically, "Oh man, I am SO screw-ew-ewed... Zim, what the Canada are we going to do?! If anyone at Skool sees that picture... oh, I don't even wanna THINK about it... Zim, do you know how MORTIFYING that would be?! Huh? Huh? Huh? ... Do ya, huh?"
Zim stretched out in the tub and waved his hand, looking quite agitated. "Dib, please, I'm thinking."
Dib stopped his vehement complaining and gazed down at Zim's feet. They looked no different from his own, despite the talons that Zim had for hands. Sighing softly, Dib gently scratched his toenails along the delicate undersurface of the Irken's feet. This resulted in a quizzical glance from Zim interrupted by a mini-fit of laughter. The alien squirmed, tucked his feet underneath his rump and protested almost gleefully. "DI- IB, I am TRYING to get ourselves out of this mess! Now are you going to let me ponder on our current situation or not?"
Dib smiled meagerly and stared at Zim. "What do you think we should do?"
Zim frowned helplessly. "Um... we CAN use the Hunter Destroyer machine, but I'd have to make some repairs seeing as how GIR broke it last night..."
"Hunter Destroyer? ZIM, she's my sister, I don't wanna kill her!"
Zim growled and folded his arms across his chest. "Well FINE DIB, why don't YOU come up with something?"
Dib gave Zim an apathetic look. "I can sneak into her room tonight, get the film from the camera and demolish it."
Zim's eyes widened, impressed. "... Wow. I-I mean, pretty good considering that big head of yours doesn't hold much."
Dib splashed at Zim. "HEY! I heard you tell Gaz that I DIDN'T have a big head!"
Zim blinked and dodged the thick green liquid. "You did?"
"Yes!"
"Well, uh, you heard wrong! See, I told you that head of yours doesn't hold much."
Dib narrowed his eyes and shook his head, grinning. "Oh shut up."
Zim rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "It is a good plan, though. Simple, yet good. Not as good as mine, but... at what time does your frightening sibling go to bed?"
"Usually around 10:00 on weekends, but I wouldn't be surprised if she stayed up playing video games before she fell asleep."
Zim held a claw up to his chin and looked upward in thought. "So, we should probably leave here at about...?"
"We? Leave here?" Dib furrowed his brows in puzzlement. He was unaware of the fact that Zim was contriving to keep him there for the rest of the day. "I'm sorry, but I should be getting home, I mean, I did kind of leave unannounced..."
"Oh no, you're staying here." Zim glared at Dib sternly. "You're sick, and knowing your father, I'm sure he doesn't even realize you're gone. And Gaz, well, she doesn't care, am I right?"
Dib cringed and looked at the outspoken alien with an expression mixed with pain and anger. "Ya know, that kinda hurt..."
Zim's face fell. Never in his life had he encountered a race so sensitive to the truth. Scowling at his crude statement, he leaned over and placed a claw on Dib's ankle. "I'm sorry, earth creature. I didn't mean it in that sense. I just want to make sure you get better, that's all."
Dib smiled a bit. It was nice to know that at least SOMEBODY cared. "It's okay, but I've gotta warn you, we'll have to be extra careful. Gaz is an extremely light sleeper."
"That is not a problem for ZIM! So are we going to put a stop to your sister's... evil... showing and... telling of... of... uh... us and... erm... showy-tell... thing... of doom?" Zim grinned proudly at his attempted address.
Dib nodded. "Yea! ... But first..."
Gaz climbed out of the trash bin with Zim's loud moans echoing behind. She gaped down into the tube incredulously. "They're going at it again? ... I should've brought my sound recorder."
Gaz made her way out of the kitchen, oblivious to the little robot that was following. Before she could open the front door to leave, GIR wrapped his arms around the little girl's leg and smiled up at her. "Will you come baaack for me?"
Gaz's eyes widened. "No. Now get off of me before I make you."
Tears welled up in GIR's eyes as he reluctantly let go. Gaz's well-hidden heart peeked out of the closet of her emotions, and she bent down to pet GIR's metallic head. The kooky SIR unit smiled sweetly. "Does dat mean you'll come baaack for me?"
Gaz grumbled a reply and left before GIR could ask if that was a "yes" or "no". GIR giggled and looked down, his eyes glowing a bit brighter than usual. He turned around and skipped throughout the house without a cause, humming to "Satisfy You" by P. Diddy and R. Kelly (I like dat song =D ).
Zim screamed out and reared his head back as Dib surfaced and wiped his mouth, smiling at the Irken. "How long would you say that took me?"
Zim closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "I... um... 5 minutes... I think..."
Dib raised his arms triumphantly. "YES! I won!"
Zim smiled weakly, not exactly in the position to deny defeat. "Heh... thank you Dib... that was a... a lot better than... I thought it would be... a LOT better..."
Dib looked down shyly and licked his lips. "Uh... glad you liked it?"
Zim reached forward and pulled Dib into his lap. The human came willingly, closing his eyes and nuzzling Zim's neck. He was just as exhausted as the alien was, being the one with the cold and all.
After the two boys had caught their breath, Zim pulled Dib away and held his claw up to the human's forehead. "Your fever seems to have died down a great deal."
Dib sniffed and closed his eyes gratefully against the coldness of Zim's claw. "I still feel like crap though..."
Zim pushed Dib away gently and stood up. "I shouldn't have held you down in the cleansing jelly like that. It certainly didn't do you any good."
Dib blew at the thick bit of hair that drooped down in front of his nose and shrugged. "It's not like you had a choice."
Zim stepped out of the tub and looked at Dib questioningly. "Are you ready?"
Dib rubbed a few spots on his body, then reached for Zim's claw. "Yea, I guess."
Zim helped Dib out of the tub and walked to the other end of the bathroom. Dib looked at the towel on the floor that Zim used to cover himself and bent down to pick it up.
"No, Dib, over here." Zim stepped into a cubicle that closely resembled a shower without a door. Dib followed warily and peeked inside.
The two opposing walls of the room had large fans built into them. Black tiles with tiny white specks covered every wall and the ceiling in the room. The floor, which looked like it was made entirely of rubber, also adorned the pattern of the tiles in order to create an "outer-spacey" appearance. Zim stood in the middle of the room and spread out his arms disdainfully. "This is the parching chamber. It is much like the hand dryers in most of your public restroom things, except the parching chamber uses the same process to dry the whole body. Clever, yes?"
Dib eyed the towel rack beside the chamber. "Um... why is that there then?"
"Eh?" Zim leaned forward and peered in the general direction of Dib's glance. "Oh THAT, heh heh, well, we still use towels when we're in a hurry. You see, such an aMAZing machine takes a... while to... warm up..." Zim looked down sheepishly, then perked up. "But it's fun, nonetheless! C'mon!"
Dib looked at the large fans on either side of the room. "Don't you have a metal casing for those things?"
"No need! Once the machine gets started, the equal force between the fans keeps you in one spot."
"What if one breaks down -"
"DIB, JUSTGETINHERE!"
Dib yelped and did so, careful of Zim's moody temper. The alien smiled and held onto both of Dib's hands. "Ready?"
Dib looked at the huge fans. "I know I'm gonna regret this..."
Zim ignored Dib's negativity and stepped on a red button in the center of the chamber. A tiled door slid down and closed the two boys in darkness, creating the same effect that a haunted house or roller coaster would. Dib whimpered and squeezed Zim's claws. "I hate the dark..."
A loud whir bounced off the walls and a small light embedded in the ceiling flickered on. Dib stared at Zim's illuminated face. Zim smiled a bit and looked away quickly.
'How can he act like Eminem on steroids and hide such a sweet, fun-loving personality?' Dib tilted his head to one side and studied Zim carefully. Even through the contacts he saw a glint of sorrow, but he didn't have time to think about it. The blades of both fans started circling in synchronism, creating a breeze that grew to a gust bit by bit. Eventually, the wind became so powerful that Dib and Zim were forced to close their eyes. After a few seconds of this, Zim stomped on the red button and the blast receded, the light went out and the door flew open.
"WOO!" Dib stepped out and shook his head as if he were a dog.
Zim laughed at Dib's reaction and took the contacts out of his irritated eyes. "I told you it would be fun, Dib-monkey! Why did you not believe me?"
Dib laughed and ran his hands though his wild hair. "It's kind of hard to believe an alien who's bent on conquering earth."
Zim looked over at Dib, his aspect hard to analyze.
Dib cringed and looked away guiltily. He had brought up a tender issue that both "lovers" had been subconsciously trying to avoid.
Zim blinked away his worry and confusion and started walking toward the door. "Uh... do you want something to drink?"
Dib nodded, still feeling bad.
"Well, come on then." Zim pressed a button near the door and stepped outside. Dib followed at a distance, never once making eye contact with the Irken.
Aww... what do you wanna see happen in the next chapter?
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up as they retrieve the film successfully...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up. They never get the film and end up being ridiculed at Skool...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and can't find the camera, but when Gaz develops the film she finds that she never took the lens cap off...
Dib, Zim and GIR sneak into Gaz's room and accidentally wake her up, but Zim tells Gaz about all the nice things Dib did for her when she was little and she lets them take the film... (Yes, I know Zim doesn't have a clue about Dib's past but if this happens I'll have Dib tell him.)
I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but if it takes a while, I'm sorry!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY