ZADR Orange Chapter 132
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
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Giving his question some thought of his own, Dib held the rattle just out of Zim's reach. "Do you think we should get a baby monitor? I mean, the smeets ARE going to be sleeping in our room at first, right?" he asked, looking back at Zim.
Zim nodded. "Yeah, we don't need it." he said, waving that suggestion off.
"How about...a mobile to hang over their crib or the changing table?" Dib asked, pointing to a few hanging mobiles nearby that were spinning about slowly, all with different designs and soft music coming from them. "We could get one that has stars and planets on it." he smiled. "It would go great with that rocket crib idea of yours." he then laughed. "Unless you feel like converting your actual ship into a crib for them." he said jokingly.
Zim smiled. "I would, but we might need it to get around...Hey, what about Tak's old ship though?" he suggested.
Dib seemed to give that some thought. "Tak's old ship? That's...really not a bad idea at all actually...B-But it's still at my old house in the garage. Would we really want to risk going there, knowing that my dad is looking for Gaz and me? I mean, even if he isn't home, chances are he's beefed up the security around the place. And..." he glanced in the direction of the game shop. "Even though it's been a few years, are you sure Tak wouldn't beat us up for using her old ship as a crib. I imagine she'd want it back, if anything." he said, not sure how she'd react if she knew he still had her old ship.
Zim scoffed. "She probably doesn't even remember it or thinks it was lost in space. As for your parental unit, I should just un-wipe his memory or something so that he stops looking for you and then sneak the ship out." he said with an affirmative nod.
"W-Well...I-If you think you can really do that...I-I guess we could convert it into a crib for them. After all, we'll need a pretty big one anyways for all three of them, and that would definitely be big enough for them, though I can't say for sure whether Tak has forgotten about that ship. She DID build it herself, after all, and programmed her personality into it. That's not exactly something someone forgets all too easily."
"Well, you removed her personality, right? And you personalized it some. We could say you made it with my equipment."
"But it still looks exactly like her old ship. I highly doubt she'd believe I made the whole thing out of scratch or that I'd make it look exactly like hers. Besides, when you tried to take it over that once and make it destroy me, it just ended up deciding it didn't like my personality and deleting everything I had put into it."
"Oh..." Zim looked away. "Maybe a paint job?" he said, as though that alone would be enough to fool Tak.
Dib merely shrugged. "If you think that would help, I guess it couldn't hurt...But there's no way in hell I'm letting it download my personality again. Aside from that whole "believing it was me" thing, I had to sit hanging from it for nearly ten hours, listening to it recount EVERY last detail of my life, including every failure." he shot Zim a glare for that.
Zim flinched. "I'm sorry..." he said, his antennae falling.
"Hmph...You really do owe me for that one, Zim. Ten hours at the city sewage plant. My sense of smell was shot for weeks after that!" Dib said before sighing. "But I'll forgive you for that...Only because I love you...And when I think of some way you can repay me, I'll let you know." he said with a small smirk.
Zim laughed a little. "Alright then, thank you, Dib." he kissed him.
Sighing out somewhat contently at the kiss, Dib found the other's chest to nuzzle into tiredly, letting out a small yawn. "So...What else do we need? We've already decided we're going to be using Tak's ship as a crib. But was that a yes on the mobile then?" he asked, glancing up at the spinning contraptions once again.
"Mmm...Yeah. Let's get one."
Pulling away from Zim after a moment, Dib picked out one that had stars dangling from it. "And should we get one to hang over the changing table too? Or should we find some other way of distracting them?" he asked, not wanting to replace the one mobile every time they changed and put them to bed.
Zim was once again eyeing the rattles. "I don't think distraction's going to be an issue..." he said in an all too dazed voice.
Dib looked down at the rattles yet again. "Well then maybe we should just hang these above their heads and see if that works." he laughed again, moving one of the rattles around and watching as Zim's eyes followed it everywhere he moved it. "Of course, then again, they could take more after me and not be as distracted by them as you are." he said teasingly.
Zim scoffed. "Zim is amazing. Of course they will take after- GIMME THAT THING!" he snatched the rattle and started shaking it with an all too amused look on his face.
When Zim snatched the rattle from him, Dib burst out laughing. "But I thought you said you WANTED them to take after me? Or was it that you just wanted them to look like me?" he said, smirking back at the other.
"Huh?" Zim asked, preoccupied with shaking the rattle.
"Awww...Ziiim..." Dib whined, nuzzling into the Irken now. "Don't tell me you find that thing more fun to play with than you do me. Besides, they're for the smeets. And I think I could do a much better job of distracting you than those could." he smirked, finding Zim's neck to run his tongue along teasingly.
The rattle falling out of his hand, Zim gasped.
After giving the skin on Zim's neck one last little love bite, Dib pulled away to smile up at the disguised alien almost seductively. "See? I told you I could distract you a whole lot better than that rattle." he said playfully.
"Mmmm~ Yes..." Zim purred and leaned forward, catching Dib's lips in a deep kiss.
Kissing back happily, Dib let his tongue slip past Zim's lips to explore the other's mouth curiously, his antennae twitching forward as though looking for Zim's, which were unfortunately hidden beneath his wig at the moment.
Moaning, Zim kissed back harder, sliding his own tongue against Dib's and wishing he didn't have to have the uncomfortable wig on.
When they were unsuccessful in locating Zim's, Dib's antennae slicked back, making him want to press himself up closer to the Irken to make up for the lack of contact.
Not objecting, Zim pulled closer as well, grinding against him.
Gasping somewhat sharply when Zim's hips met his own, Dib let out a low-toned moan, thankfully muffled by the other's mouth as they were in a public place. "Mmmm...Ziiim..." he panted out when the other pulled away momentarily to let them catch their breaths. "P-Please..." he looked at the other with half lidded eyes, his face flushed.
"Please what?" Zim purred, hovering over Dib's mouth.
Dib licked at Zim's bottom lip pleadingly. "Mmm...M-More...Closer...D-Don't stop..." he begged before letting his eyelids slip closed as he pressed as close as physically possible to Zim, just wanting to feel as much of his body as he could against his own. Heat prickling at his skin, he then felt himself beginning to sweat a little from how close the other was to him.
Groaning, Zim nodded and pushed Dib up against a shelf, sliding his hands into Dib's shirt and over his belly.
Skipping a beat, Dib felt his heart pounding faster in his chest as Zim's cool hands caressed his belly, bringing forth a happy flutter of kicking from one of the smeets. "Mmm..." he sounded out, enjoying every moment of this contact.
A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 132. =3 Until next time~