While Zim and Dim were starting at it!! --

Gaz pounded her head against the glass doors of the restaurant and grumbled to herself.

"Why the hell were they holding HANDS? Aren't they enemies or something?" she gave a little kid that had run up to use the bathroom a dirty look and he bust out crying. She clucked and started for the other side of the room, towards Membrane, who sat waiting patiently for the pizza and Dib, who he'd probably never see again. That is, until Dib had shed any feelings he had towards humanity in general and decided to kill everyone. Maybe.

"Dad…" Gaz stared at her father, who seemed tense and uncomfortable in such a noisy and insane place and she felt a pang. An odd weird little pang in her heart and a hand flew up to steady it. But it wouldn't back down. It fought her for control, but she swallowed it back down to it's doom. "Dib…Dib is…" she watched her father look at her, almost like he was completely interested. Interested in what SHE had to say… "Dib decided he was going to Zim's house for a school project." she blurted.

"Oh.." he seemed disappointed. "Alright. Did he say when he was coming back home?"

"No. I think he's going to…" she swallowed thickly, hated that she had to lie for Membrane's sake of a sane mind, "spend the night. To work."

"Oh.." that word again, Gaz's head screamed. Not a good sign. "Alright…did he say he'd at least call?" Membrane seemed almost desperate to make sure that Dib was fine.

"No…No he didn't." she said, then murmured, "And doubt he ever will."

"What was that?" Membrane asked, giving her an interested look and making Gaz's heart almost rip to pieces.

"Nothing." Gaz said quickly, then pasted on her usual 'I'm gonna kill you' look and pulled out her GameSlave. "Is the pizza coming. I'm starving."

"It should be along…annnnnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy minute now." the Professor looked at his wrist watch, how impatient.

"It better get here soon or I'll have to wring someone's neck…" Gaz muttered under her breath, making Membrane jump as the harshness of her tone. He gave her a stern glare, which she ignored while she glared at a happy little kid playing with a toy guitar nearby. The kid squealed in fright and ran back to a booth to him mami and papi. Gaz turned her head to look up at the counter.

Waiting makes Gaz wanna stab little children.

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Dib rolled his eyes and slipped his hand back out of the alien's pants. He stared down at the Irken, feeling an odd and growing sense of dread. For what, he had a good idea. Maybe he wasn't as ready as he had hoped he would be. He rolled off and stretched. Beside him, Zim whined. He moved to lay on his side and poked his Love Monkey on the shoulder.

"Dib Slaaaaaaaaaaaave!" Zim whined, then commanded, "I COMMAND we continue with the kissing! I liked it. Whatever I like, we do. No questions assssssked!"

Dib mumbled and put his hands onto his face. His head hurt now. He rubbed his hands against his face with a grunt, stretching the skin on his face out before it pulled back into its normal shape. Zim frowned at Dib's behavior and touched the boy's forehead. Not sick. What happened to his Love Slave?

"Deeeeeee-ib!!!" Zim whine louder, hoping to get a reaction. None. Dib just turned away, clutching his head.

"Will you stop that…" he grumbled, then turned to face the alien, "I don't think…I don't think I'm ready."

Zim gasped, all of his hard work down the drain. He frowned at Dib and said, "And to think I put all this stuff up so we could…well, you know!" he threw up his hands in frustration. "What, do you think I'm a miracle worker?"

Dib narrowed his glassless eyes at the green blob. He turned and reached for the brown blur and grabbed the clear-ish blur. He place them onto his face and looked around him. Zim had kind of gone all out. Guess he was serious about those kisses. But, they were just kisses, he'd just gotten caught up in the moment, right? All the excitement, standing up or himself and all. Maybe that was what had made Zim so compliant, to know that Dib WAS loyal. But maybe Zim had wanted it more then Dib did was weird. He turned to stare at Zim intensely.

"Why, Zim. Why do you CARE? Don't you just want to rule the world?" he demanded knowledge.

Zim blushed and stared at his ungloved hands. He flexed them, hating the feeling of helplessness he had throw himself into. I just needed comfort, Zim thought, I think… The alien risked a glance at Dib and immediately regretted it. Dib was looking at him intensely. That look just made Zim tense up and bite his lip so hard, he felt a bit of blood drip down his chin. He trembled and shook his head hard. Dib was probably right, this was stupid. All he wanted to do was take over the Earth. To…prove himself worthy. He looked up in surprise when he felt a finger wipe away the crimson blood away from his chin gently.

"Look…" Dib whispered, "I'm sorry. I just over reacted. I think I am ready. For anyone else, I would have waited…but I feel as if our time may just be limited somehow."

Zim blinked and reached up to grab Dib's hand. "Sure?"

That one word sent Dib back into his spiraling confusion place. Where up was black and east was white. A place where he'd always tried to escape from unsuccessfully. He shook his head and confirmed that he wanted what he wanted, "I'm positive…" Dib sniggered and rolled back on top of Zim, who pouted.

"No fair. I wanna be on top. I'M the one with the dominate personality. Besides, you look girly!" Zim growled, making an interesting point. Dib wasn't swayed.

"Well…" Dib said, sitting up to straddle the smaller male. Zim moved up to lean against his elbows. Dib stared at Zim before it came to him. "Okay. 1) You're SHORTER then me. 2) You have a really girly figure, girlier then me even." He laughed, then stopped, feeling as if he had just dissed himself as well as Zim. Was that possible? He shrugged and snapped his fingers three times, then said, "Beat that."

Zim narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to make a tart retort. But nothing came. He opened his mouth then closed it. "Fffffine…" he grumbled, before pulling the human down into a kiss. "But I'm still more dominate then you…" he mumbled into Dib's mouth. Dib smirked.

"I thi--" he was cut off as Zim slipped his tongue into his mouth. Dib's eyes widened as Zim had already began to advance on Dib. The boy (or man) frowned and pushed the alien down and away from his mouth. "Remember, I'M on top." he sang sharply, then bent down to trail a few kisses down the alien's sensitive neck to show him who's boss in bed. Take that, said every small, sweet kiss, Bam, bam!

Zim just squirmed, then moved to capture Dib's mouth on his own. Dib teased him by opening his mouth only a teeny bit, then closing it quickly. The shorter male whiiiiined and wrapped his arms around the taller in protest. Finally, Dib opened his mouth and they both tried to slip their tongues into each other's mouths, which cause their tongue to meet. Dib chuckled when Zim wrapped his thin tongue around Dib's humanly flat one. Feeling as if they didn't want to part for the silly thing called breathing, they started to breath in between kisses and bites and pinches. It had been Zim's idea. A good one in fact. Because since they were breathing, they had more energy. Oxygen is power! Use it always. While their tongues and mouths played, their hands went to work. Dib grasped Zim's pants, then hesitated. Did he really want to go there just yet? Not so much… so he just slipped his hand out and trailed it up the expanse of bare chest Zim owned.

When Dib had grabbed the hem of his pants, his heart (if he has one…) sped up, but dropped into his squeedlyspooch when Dib didn't go any further. Maybe He'd warm up to the idea when they got…hotter.

Eh?! Sooooo, what did any of choo ravenous fangirls think? -turns around to a cage of drooling and, oddly enough, ravenous fan girls-

Fangirls: GIVE US REAL SLASH!! You cheapskate!!

Me: ...Fine. Maybe...I might need help on that though!! Anyone who wants to help me, I have msn. If you have it too, contact me at HELP!

Anyway... REVIEW pleeeeaaaaaasssssse?