(A/n: AHHHHHHHH!!!!! WARNING: Highly DERANGED and Strange Seduction methods, in other words, MATURE CONTENT!!! Skip the part that is highlighted in BOLD if you're easily offended.) Next: Unspeakable Things

"Us?!! Having kids?!" Dib eyed Zim strangely.

Zim burst into laughter. "No!!!" Actually, I wonder if we could...

Dib looked slightly disappointed for a moment, but then smiled. "Yeah, stupid, huh?"

Zim stopped laughing. "Yeah..." not really.

"Well, if we decide to or something, adopt or..." you could? "yeah, I want to name one of them after my mother."

"Yeah... that sounds.." amazing... "amazing."

Dib looked at Zim carefully, wondering if he had temporarily gone insane, or if he had heard correctly. Either way, it came to the same conclusion.

"Really?"

"Yeah.."

Swirls...

Both looked at each other in a odd sort of quiet.

Zim turned the camera off.

Dib eyed him with a quiet curiosity, as Zim looked straight back at him, a look that seemed unfathomable even for Zim's standards.

Time seemed to stand still, until Zim broke the contact, absentmindedly looking at the other pictures.

Dib sighed.

"You know," Zim started. "I've always wondered why you've never talked about your other parental before, I just thought... I don't know. I don't have parents as you would think of them." cause I don't have any, not if you count a cold, unfeeling robot arm.

Dib started to speak, but stopped.

"Tell Zim." He encouraged, shaking his head. "Tell me," He corrected.

"I.. well I don't know how to explain it. I was so young, maybe six or seven."

"Well, you've remembered other memories before that, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, just try. Insolent fool boy." Zim teased, walking over to Dib's bed, urging the other to sit with him. "Zim is-.. I'm curious."

Dib sighed to himself and complied.

Zim sat quietly, waiting.

Dib took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes in thought.

"You look good without those hideous glasses." Zim complimented, sort of, as he grabbed Dib's over-sized glasses for inspection. "You need... what do they call it?"

"Contacts?"

"Yeah, those things." You have really nice eyes, too nice to cover them up like that.

"I've had these glasses forever." And I hate them...

"All the more reason to get rid of them, stupid worm-baby."

Dib grinned. "Whatever you say, Zimmy." He snatched his glasses back and put them on.

"I told you not to call me that!" Zim grumbled. Dib just laughed at him.

"I like it..."

"Apparently. Maybe Zim should give you a stupid nickname!"

Dib shook his head. "No! You can't!" He giggled.

"Ummm... how about stupid moron? Or, BIGHEAD!"

Dib pushed him off the bed. "No way... my head's NOT big!!!"

"SHUT IT IN THERE!" Gaz yelled. "I'm talking to my BOYFRIEND! So help me, I will do unspeakable things to both of you unless you shut the fuck up!"

Zim chuckled. "Sure Gaz!"

Dib's cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

Just then, Zim's eyes lit up. "Dibbles!"

"What...?" Dib quirked his eyebrow in confusion.

"That's your new name! DIBBLES!"

"Oh, that's stupid!"

"Not as stupid as DIB is!"

Dib pinned Zim to the floor. "Take it back!" He said, trying to cover up his grin.

"Never!"

"Then I'll have to punish you...!"

"Punish Zim? Wh-"

His next words were taken away as Dib leaned in to kiss him dominantly.

Zim wouldn't have it.

In a single fluid movement, he flipped Dib over and pinned his hands above his head.

"Who did you say was gonna get punished... oh that's right, Dibbles!"

"I hate that!"

"Well, I hate Zimmy! You don't know how to punish properly anyway!" Zim sneered. Before Dib could even think of a witty comeback, Gaz's booming voice shrieked over them.

"SHUT... UP!!!" Her tone was getting darker and more ominous by the second, and both of them knew they better mind or something they both hold dear would be dismembered, or worse.

"Ok, I promise I won't call you, you know, but only if you don't call me Dibbles." Dib whispered, relenting.

"Deal."

Zim grinned leaned forward, his body pressing temptingly close to the other's warmth. Dib's ensuing sigh seemed pretty close to a moan, and Zim, upon hearing this, smirked even wider and took away the brief contact.

"You're so mean."

Zim tilted forward, as though he was gonna kiss Dib, but immediately drew back moments before lips could touch.

"I know. But at least I know what I'm doing."

"I hate you."

"Zim too." He said, digging his claws into Dib's forearm.

Dib hissed, but inside, he loved when Zim became animalistic and rough with him.

He leaned forward towards Dib's left ear. "Tell me, stink-monster," Zim jeered, "Do you enjoy pain?"

Dib's eyes lowered. "Only if you inflict that pain, Zim-dear."

Zim grinned. "I could... do anything to you right now... and you wouldn't be able to stop me..." He said in a low, hot whisper.

Zim could tell just by the look on his face that Dib was getting off on his dirty talk. 'What a freak, my freak, but still, a freak,' Zim thought sadistically, but he knew he got off on it just as much as Dib did.

"Anything... I could slit that pretty little throat, or... fuck you senseless..." Zim twisted his claws deeper into Dib's flesh, biting harshly on the cartilage of his ear. "Maybe even lick you clean if you're good."

Dib couldn't hold it in anymore, as he let out a low, guttural moan. "Zim..."

Total submission.

'Perfect...' Zim thought.

In a flash, Zim got off of Dib and stopped his painful, yet extremely tantalizing seduction, succeeding in his punishment. 'For now anyway.' But...

Dib was trembling, sighing softly, all hot and sweaty. All ready. For Zim.

There was only so much Zim could take, and upon looking at that scene, his little plan backfired, cause damn it, Dib looked good enough to eat.

He wanted Dib... and it killed him to admit it.

'Damn it to Irk, he always gets me in the end...' Zim thought with just a hint of amusement.

While Zim was lost in his thoughts Dib jumped up, as mysterious as a cat, and lunged at Zim, sliding their hot bodies across the bed sheets.

Zim finally took the plunge and set his sights on Dib's lips, ravaging him, intensely sliding his claws along Dib's back, down to his ass, giving it a good squeeze before slipping underneath the cloth...

"What in the NAME OF SCIENCE!" Is that a girl...?

Dib, in heat of embarrassment, kicked Zim off the bed, blushing profusely. Zim seethed, growling at Dib. I hate when he does that!

"Dad.. I, umm..."

"What's going on, son?" ... 'Though its quite obvious from that little scene...' The Professor thought amusingly.

"Dad, I just... Zim and I.. well..."

'Oh... its the little foreign fellow, he looked a girl with that long hair...'

"We're together, as it would seem." Zim said simply, though his tone was quite amused.

"Oh... son, are you gay?" He didn't have a problem with it, he always had a suspicion, actually, he almost expected it.

"Umm, no I'm bi, I just.. I was going to tell you, but..."

The Professor chuckled merrily. "Oh son, its ok, I understand. I know it would've been difficult since I'm always away, but I came home early to take you and your sister out for dinner."

"Oh, so its ok I'm with.."

"Your little foreign friend? Yeah, he can come with us too, if he so wishes."

"I would love too, Dib-father." Zim said with an excess sweetness. Dib rolled his eyes.

He smiled through his lab coat. "Ok then, we'll leave in a few! Oh and Dib,"

"Yeah?"

"Next time, lock your door." Please...

Zim chuckled, "We will."

Dib's cheeks darkened as his dad left the room, promptly shutting the door behind him.

Zim lost it, laughing his ass off once they were left alone.

"Shut up! Its not funny!" It kind of was, actually.

Swirl.

(A/n: If you didn't read the bold part, just know that they were doing something prettty naughty, but not overtly sexual, that's why Dib's father reacted like that.)