Once Dib was sure they were out of ear shot of Gaz, he said, "D'you think I'll need any clothes? Or, do you have any NORMAL human clothes. Ones that won't make me look…weird... Well, wierder then I already look." He ran a hand through his prized and precious lock of hair. All da aliens want it. Or was that, all da ladies want it? No matter.
"Well, SURrrrrrr-hur-hur-urrrrre. Why not? I don't wear them, too big and too filthy. You can have 'em, they're too HYOOMAN for Zim." Zim snorted and turned up his 'nose' at the thought of wearing even a shred of human clothing. Sick.
"Good." Dib gave a sigh of relief, pretty happy that he didn't need to go back to his house. That place were he'd been born and raised. A place where he'd been mistreated and mocked. A place where he was called insane. Never would he go back to such a horrid place. "Because I never want to see that place still standing again." he'd said it before he'd even got the change to think about it. Zim could take it the wrong way and burn it down for fun. Or hit it with a missile. But, why should he care anyway?
"Hm." Dib felt Zim tense up, as if he just noticed he'd been half hugging the human. "I'm not going to blow it up just because you said that. ZIM DOES WHAT HE WANTS!" Zim raised a fist in the air and quickly melted back into Dib. Quiet again as if he'd never even shouted into Dib's ear.
"Good." Dib melted and leaned into Zim, "I wonder what Gaz'll say to dad. Seeing us hold hands and all. Jeesh, I'm glad no one was around to see us...doing that."
"She'll say, 'Dibbles has gone ever crazier then before'. I see all." Zim spanned his arm out as he said, 'I see all' and grinned cheekily. "Yes, Zim knows of many, many things. More then you." he pointed.
Dib grunted, "I know things. I knew you were an alien, didn't I? And I learned that you're an Irken whose leaders are only taller then everyone else." he tapped his forehead with his free hand, "This brain can hold a lot of things, Zim. I know more then the average human should. Says so on my I.Q. test. 'Above Genius level' it said."
"Pfft, for HYOOMANS. For an Irken, you're…REALLY stupid." Zim grinned, "The stupidest Irken is smarter then the smartest human. It's a proven fact. I've done tests. With brainssssssssss."
"I…wouldn't doubt it." Dib sighed.
"Besides," Zim said, "What would've been so bad if someone had seen us...eh, what was it...sucking faces?"
Dib blushed and squeaked when Zim squeezed his hip, "B-because. We'd probably be run out of town. I think this place is really homophibic..."
"All the more reason!" Zim shouted, "What's it called..." he paused then jammed his fist into the air several time chanting, "Gay Pride, Gay Pride!" all da way hooooome
Finally, the green house loomed into view. The place where Dib had given up his dreams and sided with a demented alien. The two got to the middle of the sidewalk in front of the house before the door slammed open. Zim cringed, waiting for it. Dib just looked confused and he snaked his arm away from Zim.
"I'MA GONNA MAKE SOME TADERSSSSSS!" GIR came bounding out of the window, his green dog suit smeared with mashed potatoes and tarter sauce.
"SQUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Minimoose joined in happily. It's kyoot when he's insane.
GiR squealed as he landed on top of Dib's head and opened his head. A gallon of gooey gravy splattered onto Zim's head. Zim screamed in complete and utter anger and Dib kind of scooted away. He covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. Atop of his head, GIR giggled insanely and MiniMoose squeaked innocently. The alien wiped a gloved hand across his brow, accidentally wiping off his lenses, shattering them to pieces. His blood-red eyes glowered at GIR. He ripped off his gravy matted wig and it made a squelching sound as it flopped onto the sidewalk. The gravy splattered onto his boots and pants and he howled in rage.
"You little MONSTER!" Zim growled and jumped for the robot, who managed to slip, with the help of the slippery tater sauce, out of Zim's grasp, "What did I tell you!?" he gasped as he landed onto his stomach, covered in the goop. Yuck, I hate tater sauce.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I do what I wants! I'ma REBEL, YO!" GIR landed on Minimoose's head and he grabbed the antlers tightly, "To the TACOS! Tacotacotacotacotacotacotaco!" Minimoose revved his engines and, in a puff of disgusting and polluting smog, they were off to TACO HUT. The 'fun', 'clean' and 'safe' environment for children.
"I swear that once he returns I shall REEK me REVENGE!" Zim paused and pulled out a clear thin glass filled with the sweet tangy juice, called Tang, from his PAK. "Because revenge is sweet and tangy with a nice tall glass of TANG!" Zim held He bent the straw and began to drink, his face blank. Hm. Random.
"Right…" Dib gave the alien an odd look and Zim gave him his blankest stare, licking his lips.
"Quite…" Zim said slowly, sucking at the drink noisily. With every little sucking motion, Dib cringed. "Anyway…" Zim gave Dib a sly look. "Come on in…" he then ran into the house, throwing his empty glass behind him and it shattered on the walk. The sun reflected off of the shards and Dib blinked slowly.
"Oh…uh…" Dib sighed and slowly made his way towards the door with a feeling that the rest of the day would just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag on by him. Like a slug. Or a turtle. No, a sea turtle on land. That's kinda slow, right? Dib rolled his eyes. It would probably be time to start helping Zim 'conquer' the Earth and get it over with. After that, Zim can do whatever he pleases with him. Whatever.
He touched the door knob and looked at the top of the door, the men's restroom sign staring back at him. The boy chuckled and opened the door. The lights were unusually dim and, where the couch was, sat a heart shaped bed. Dib swallowed nervously, this was what Zim had probably meant by, 'Fine, we can finish later then…'. Oooh, he should have looked further into it. Dib didn't think he was ready yet, though he had no idea how two boys would be able to…ya know.
Does Zim just want foreplay? Or does he want to go all the way? Things like this shouldn't be happening!! He clutched his head in complete panic. If he'd known this would've happened, he wouldn't have kissed the alien in the first place! Behind him, the door slammed closed and he heard the latch lock. Probably the computer's doing. That made him uncomfortable. Knowing Zim could be watching him from anywhere. But it was also kind of kinky, hehe. He grinned cattily, before venturing further into the room.
Quiet, too quiet. Yes. That cliché saying was true. It was WAY to quiet for Zim's base, even if GIR was gone. With all nervousness gone, having been replaced by excitement and fear, he ran his hand on the pink comforter of the bed. Where the heck did Zim get a bed like that, anyway? Dib thought. Suddenly, he felt his glasses slide off his face and the 'clink' of them being folded. Everything was a familiar blur, the bed, the wall, everything. He grumbled not so happily, not even realizing there was another color in the room.
Beside him, Zim grinned wickedly. You have to sneak up on your prey, then play with it before you swallow it whole. Hehe. The alien stepped behind Dib and pushed the boy onto the bed. Zim placed both hands on the bed and began to crawl slowly towards the Dib. He could practically taste the excitement in the air. Zim smacked his lips together, sucking in the air. Mmmm, tasty.
Dib yelped when Zim's gloved hands attacked his back and he found himself on the bed. He turned and saw the green blob inching his way towards Dib from across the bed. His excitement mingled with his fear and he found himself pouncing on top of the alien, who squeaked in protest. If Dib had anything to do with it, he wouldn't be on bottom. No one tops Dib! Besides, Zim was feminine as it was.
Under Dib, Zim scratched at the boy's shirt, tearing it completely off in shreds and dropping it off onto the floor. Dib yelped when the alien nicked his skin. Owies. Zim mumbled an apology and kissed the tiny wound. Dib shuddered at the warm lips on his chest and leaned down, hoping he could find the Invader's lips easily. Nope, he kissed Zim's cheek instead. Zim groaned, thinking the boy was just teasing, and captured the boy's lips. He tried to push the boy over so he could be on top, but the boy wasn't having it. Zim growled and nibbled on the sensitive skin near the base of Dib's neck. The boy let out a low grumble and he pulled away from the kiss, pulling at Zim's gloves desperately.
Inside of his head, Zim laughed triumphantly, even if him being on bottom wasn't what he had planned. Soon after Dib and himself had stopped this 'making out' thing, he had called the computer to set up a bed, he didn't care which, so that he and the Dib Slave could just hit the bed. He told the computer to make sure GIR wouldn't be there for at least a few hours. He was sure they'd be done by then. How sneaky Zim is, sneaky was kinky, so was manipulating, but most disapproved of such. Friggin' idiots.
Dib ran a hand up Zim's shirt, the other holding him above the other male. He pushed the striped, red shirt up to the Invader's armpits and sucked the bare skin on Zim's chest. The alien shuddered at the weird-good feeling. Dib bit Zim, then ran his tongue over the mark he had made.
"This would've been better in…public. Don you think, Dib Slave?" Zim whispered.
Dib stopped and blushed automatically. "Not that agaaaaaaain…" he whined. Then nipped Zim's bottom lip, biting it until he drew blood. He muttered a 'sorry' and lapped away the alien's blood. Dib thought back to earlier, remembering that he had thought the day would drag on. Well, he was right. But it's dragging on a really, really good way. The best kind, really.
Dib, half naked, let himself down and laid down fully on top of the Irken, who gasped in surprise. He leaned back a bit to look into the Irken's bloody orbs and snag a kiss from the alien's lips.
Dib practically licked at Zim's cheek as he talked, "Were you planning on…going all the way?" he breathed.
Zim squirmed under Dib, quite liking the position, but still wishing he was on top. "Maybe…" he licked the open skin on Dib's shoulder, then exhaled over it.
"Good. So was I…" Dib smirked to himself as he ran his hands down the Irken's smooth chest, past his navel and down the hem of the alien's pants.
He kicked off his boots before his slipped his hand into the mysterious sections. Kind of wondering if he had a…well, you know. (For contracting reasons, I can't say the word 'til they whip 'em out. If ya catch my drift, hehehehehe. Sex, is what I mean.) Zim followed suit and kicked off his own boots. Dib found what he was looking for and squeezed it delicately. Zim moaned and bucked.
"Think you're ready for a human, Alien Scum?" Dib asked cheekily, hand still gripping Zim.
Zim laughed throatily, "Think you're ready for an alien, Human Filth?
Uhm. This chapter was getting to long, so I cut it short. Sorry if the 'sex' scene was rushed, but it MY fan fiction. So, nya. I like the unexpected Zim wants it and Dib hadn't known he wanted it scenes. Yeah…I hope you understood that.