"Were are those stolen chemicals you told me about?" Dib mumbled, running a hand through his silky hair.
Zim watched as the hair reflected the glaring lights from above and he fingered the vial carefully. "They're under this table…I thought I'd need them soon." Dib nodded and reached under the table.
Dib pulled a huge box out and he began to shift through them. "Have any aerosol cans, at all?"
"Meh, somewhere in there." Zim sat down the vial and rubbed his claws against his uniform uncaringly. Wonder if I could get this suit dry cleaned anytime soon…
Dib pulled out an aerosol can and a vial of acid. There was one thing about the vial that jump started something in him. "Ah! This acid must be some very potent stuff! This is a hand made glass, specially suited for this liquid. This is going to be such a blast!"
Zim looked, eyes wider then usual, at Dib. "I never thought that you'd be so…excited to be destroying mankind. Are you sick or something?"
"Oh…heh…um." Dib placed the vial carefully onto the table, next to the vial of Vortion soup. "Sorry. It's just that I haven't worked with chemicals in quite a while…" A growl rose up from Dib's stomach and Dib abandoned the can to clutch his stomach. "Not to mention I haven't eaten in a while either…"
The alien sniffed, "What's with you humans, every other day it's food, food, food." He looked at Dib smugly, knowing his advantages. "If you want to eat, you have to beg for it."
Irritated, Dib glared at Zim. "What makes you think I'll beg?" He stood up, looking down at Zim.
"Because!" Zim sang, "I own all of the food in this house and you're my slave. Remember?"
Dib narrowed his eyes. "That's not a very good point…but…fine then." Dib grinned and wrapped his arms around Zim's shoulders. He pulled the alien closed to his chest, who struggled.
"D-Dib Face!" Zim protested, not usually liking close contact. "Your Master orders you to--"
He was cut off as Dib tilted the alien's chin and planted a kiss on his lips. "Please Master Zim…?" Dib pouted and petted Zim's antenna. Zim held back a purr and he struggled futilely.
"Hmph." Zim stopped and rubbed his head along Dib's collarbone, nipping a bit here and there. "Fine. But right after, we mix the chemicals together…" He rubbed his head into Dib's hand, "And…stop touching Zim's antenna when he doesn't say you can."
Dib smirked in triumph, he won, and with less groveling then Zim had expected too. That's what Dib called a successful mission. Happily, Dib licked Zim's neck, then pulled away. The alien started for the couch elevator, dragging Dib along by his hand. Dib's stomach gurgled hungrily and he placed a hand over his tummy. With a dour expression, Dib said, "Ugh, I hope you have something that doesn't contain soap."
"Yeah, you wish." the alien sniggered, stepping into the elevator. He pulled the human in with him. "What's wrong with soap. It'll clean your horrible filthy insides."
"No it won't! It'll kill me!" Dib cried, covering his stomach with his hands.
Soap can KILL hyooomans? Hehehehe… Zim grinned maliciously to himself, and Dib sunk back.
"What's with that face?" He asked, feeling the urge to punch something. Usually, when Zim gave him that face, he either A) ran away or B) punched him. In an elevator, he couldn't run away and he didn't wanna start a fight in such an enclosed space. Suddenly, he didn't feel like giving up on earth was such a great idea. Not that he had thought it was a good idea in the first place…
"Feh. What look?" Zim rolled his crimson eyes, "Zim gives no looks."
Dib blinked and just listened to the churning of gears as the platform whirred upwards. A thought came to mind. "Can this elevator move sideways?" It was practically confirmed by the tunnels carved into the sides of the walls.
"Duh, of course!" Zim scoffed, seemingly offended. "Don't all elevators?"
Without meaning to Dib pulled Zim into an embrace. "No, actually. Surprisingly so, too."
Muffled by the human's shirt, Zim's voice was clearly irritated, though it wasn't sharply so. "Zim didn't say you could touch him…" Yet, he made no move to get away. For a tense moment, Dib debated letting the alien go, but once the Irken melted into his arms, he decided not to. As the whirring of the machine faded, only Dib noticed they had arrived in the front room of the decoy house. Apparently, Zim had ordered the computer to get rid of all of that…pink and red. Even the bed was gone and for some reason, Dib was kind of disappointed.
"Are we there yet?" Zim mumbled, rubbing his face into Dib's chest. He looked up at Dib, his eyes clouded over.
Dib really didn't want to tell Zim that they were there. The look on Zim's face was just too…priceless. He felt something he thought he'd never feel for the alien. Even after they had…well, you know, he didn't think it was about love at all. Zim just confirmed it with his nonchalant attitude. But his feeble human mind wanted him to believe that Zim loved him. Dib closed his eyes to slits, then pressed his lips full forced against Zim's. Before Zim could pull away, Dib pressed the alien up against the wall.
"Yeah, we're here." Dib whispered, his lips brushing against Zim's.
Zim swallowed thickly, placing his hands against Dib's chest. Applying just a bit of pressure he closed his eyes tightly. "What are you doing to your Master?" It was more of a question then Dib had hoped for.
Before closing the gap, Dib smirked. "You know you love this. No need to lie to yourself." He captured Zim's lips.
"D'AWWZ, now ain't that just…KYOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" GIR giggled, swinging his metallic legs back and forth. The purple moose from underneath him squeaked in agreement. Yet it eyed Dib warily. Apparently MiniMoose was much smarter then the SIR unit.
Dib sighed and pulled away. Dang it, he thought, So close, too. He jutted out his lower lip and glared at the two robots. Oh, he hated them sometimes.
Zim seemed to snap to his senses and he shook his head, the antenna upon his head swaying slightly. Standing up as straight as he could, as to win back some lost dignity, because you all know he hates being on bottom (but it's just to fun for him not to be). He wiped away some imaginary dust, casting a heated glare at Dib. "I hope you'll control yourself next time, Dib Slave." Accentuating the slave part was supposed to make the human feel bad.
"We'll see." The human smirked, triggering another glare from his Master. "Okay, I'll try to control myself next time. No promises, though." He sang.
GIR watched Zim glare and Dib cast amused glances at his Master. "I hungwy, Mini." GIR screamed and MiniMoose floated into the kitchen. Remembering what they had come up for, Dib hurried in after them, ready to eat anything.
"Hey, GIR, do you think you have anymore of that pocky? That stuff was great. OH, and chicken soup. I love chicken soup." Dib called, his head already in the fridge.
GIR giggled. "YESH! Wait, I mean. I DIDN' STUDY FOR 'DIS TEST!"
Dib pulled out a plate full of food, which he sat on the table. "What're you making, GIR? Do you need anything?"
"Er…yesh! Ah need…cake mix, ice creeeeeeeeeeam and…and…chocolate syrup!"
"Right, right." Dib mumbled, taking out a can of ice cream and the chocolate syrup. GIR grabbed them and threw them into the huge pot of boiling water. Dib threw the cake mix he found at GIR, who just batted it into the pot.
MiniMoose squeaked happily, reminding Dib of the maid outfit. Instead of laughing, Dib threw his hands over his nose. A bit of blood dripped between his fingers.
Zim sat down, glancing at MiniMoose, before cocking a brow at Dib, who blushed at the sight of Zim.
This told MiniMoose all he needed to know. It squeaked accusingly at the human who shrugged, his face now beat red.
Zim put his head in his hand. "What'd that floating rodent say now?"
CAKE PLEASE!... I mean, yay, new chapter!