ZADR Orange Chapter 80

Warnings: Extreme OOCness

Rating: M for later chapters

Disclaimer: We do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Zim: Notgonnadie

Dib: Me

Enjoy. =3

Having to bring his hands up to his mouth to keep from laughing out loud at the tickling sensation, Dib then brought his hands back down to try and push Zim and his tickling fingers away from his stomach and sides. "H-Hey! Quit it!" he forced out between giggles, trying to curl in on himself so Zim couldn't reach his most ticklish spots. He found the Irken to be relentless, however, as he helplessly tried to pull away with a small whine.

Enjoying himself too much to stop, Zim then attacked Dib, tickling him with vigor, ginning wide and starting to laugh himself.

Upon realizing Zim wasn't going to be letting up on him anytime soon, Dib then began to kick his legs out a bit in a desperate attempt to pull himself out from underneath the Irken. "Okay, Zim! You made your point! You can stop now!" he tried again to convince the Irken to stop so he could breathe again and catch his breath.

"NEVER! BUWHAHAH!" Zim cackled, moving himself in front of Dib so he could pin him into his chair.

Squeezing his legs together tightly, Dib found himself pulling his knees up. "N-No, seriously, Zim! Y-You're going to make me pee my pants if you don't stop!" he squirmed this way and that, just wanting the other to stop now.

Thinking Dib was kidding, Zim merely laughed some more and continued, pinning him down tighter.

"O-Ow! Zim! I mean it! I really have to pee now, and if you don't let me up to go, it might get all over you!" Dib squeezed his legs tighter together, struggling against the other to pull away, his giggles having turned to coughs now as he panted desperately for air.

Rolling his eyes, Zim laughed again. "Sure, Dib. Anything to end the torture, right?" he giggled, continuing with his tickling.

Just trying to keep himself from wetting his pants right then and there as Zim wouldn't stop, Dib let out a small whimper when the other wouldn't believe him. "ZIM! I'm serious! My bladder's about to burst!" he exclaimed, by this point no longer having fun. One of the smeets had shifted so it was resting right on his bladder, something he hadn't had to face until they begun moving around inside of him.

Slowly coming to a stop at his tickling torment, Zim looked at Dib confused, but it was too late for poor Dib as he couldn't hold it in anymore and wet himself right there in the chair.

Face flaring up a bright red, eyes wet with tears, and antennae drooping, Dib didn't even wait around for Zim's response as he just made a mad dash for the bathroom, locking himself inside, so horribly embarrassed now. He couldn't believe that had just happened. The last time he had wet himself had been back when he was 7 years old, so this was beyond embarrassing for him.

Feeling horrible now for not believing Dib when he had told him to stop the first time, Zim blushed before rushing to the bathroom door after Dib and knocking on it sheepishly. "Dib? A-Are you okay?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

Crying into his arms, Dib merely curled in on himself, not wanting to answer that, unsure whether he'd even be able to bring himself to face Zim ever again after that. There were absolutely no words that could be used to describe his embarrassment over it as he sat curled up in one of the corners of the bathroom. He wanted to die as he tugged down on his antennae in a desperate attempt to block out what he could of any outside noise.

"Dib...Please talk to me...It's okay. I-It was my fault. I should have listened to you...I-I just thought we were having fun...I'm sorry...Please come out...I'll clean you up. Pretend it didn't happen."

Trying to block the other's words out, Dib only continued to pull down even tighter on his antennae however. Nothing the other could do or say would make this moment any better or less embarrassing for him.

"Dib, please..." Zim tried to open the door but it was locked.

Sobbing uncontrollably now as he didn't want to see Zim or Zim to see him, Dib returned to hiding his face away in his arms, antennae still pressed tightly to the sides of his head. If anything, he just wanted to be left alone.

Not wanting to give up, Zim tried the door again. "Just let me in. It's okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. You can't help that you're pregnant..." he tried to coax the flustered hybrid out.

Wiping his eyes as the tears came in a flood now, Dib just continued to ignore Zim's words. He knew Zim was trying to get in, but he had no intentions of letting the other come in anytime soon. Unfortunately for him, that's when Zim's computer decided to speak up, all too amused by this current situation and finding this to be the perfect timing to get his revenge on Dib for making him work so hard lately.

"You know, I COULD always unlock the door for you, Master." the computer's voice came out far too amused.

"...I know...I-I just hoped he would let me in himself..." Zim sighed heavily before looking up sadly. "Can you let me in?" he asked the computer now.

Had it a mouth, the computer would have grinned. "Sure." it said, a clicking noise sounding before the door opened.

"Thank you..." Zim thanked the computer before walking into the bathroom slowly. "Dib?" he asked, looking around the room for the hybrid.

Having not heard the conversation taking place between Zim and his computer or the click of the door being unlocked, Dib jolted a bit at the sound of the other's voice in the room calling his name. He tensed up, realizing Zim had somehow gotten into the room and was approaching him. Instantly trying to scoot back into a corner of the room, Dib could only stare up at Zim with wide, tearful eyes, a bright red blush spread evenly across his face. Antennae pressed as far back against his head as physically possible, he shivered in his spot as he brought his hands up to hide his face.

Walking towards Dib and kneeling beside him, Zim smiled sadly before brushing his hair back gently and stroking his antennas a little. "It's okay, Dib..." he said in a soft voice.

Smacking Zim's hand away from him out of instinct more than anything else, Dib squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "No, it's not!" he exclaimed, still fairly upset over what had happened. Before he even knew it, he was crying again.

Wrapping his arms around Dib loosely, Zim sighed. "Yes, it is..." he kissed the top of his head. "Bad things happen, Dib, but sometimes you just can't help it...It's okay." he repeated a second time.

Not at all in the mood to be touched right then, Dib could only struggle weakly in response to that. "No, it isn't! Nothing is okay right now, and it will never be okay again!" he said, believing that so strongly in that moment that he wished somebody would just strike him down right then.

Zim merely nuzzled Dib however. "Yes, it will be, Dib...You're just upset..." he said, kissing him again before prying his arms away from his chest to start sliding his shirt off.

His blush flaring back up to a bright red, Dib squeezed his eyes tightly shut when he felt Zim removing his shirt. As much as he just wanted to be left alone, he wasn't so sure he had the fight left in him to resist Zim any longer as he was forced to deal with the overwhelming embarrassment that had taken hold of him.

Trying to make this as painless as possible for Dib, Zim sighed. He had to get his clothes off first. So pulling the shirt off the rest of the way, he then forced Dib's legs away from his chest as well to take his pants off.

As could be expected, Dib instantly recoiled, pulling back his legs once Zim had gotten his pants off and curling in on himself, his face returning to his arms as he exhaled shakily, small whimpers escaping him.

Tossing Dib's clothes into a basket to be cleaned, Zim sighed again and turned on the gel to fill up the tub.

Praying that he would wake up and this would all turn out to be just a bad dream, if anything, Dib could only shiver where he sat as he waited.

Needing a bath himself, Zim then jerked his clothes off as well before turning off the faucet and going back to Dib. "Come on, Dib. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" he said, bending down to pick him up.

A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 80. =3 Until next time~