A/N: Thanks for the reviews anyone! I'm too lazy to reply to all of them or even dig up who actually reviewed, but I LOVE YOU! You know who you are :3 Luckily I have yet to receive any flames, and I hope to keep it that way. This is My story, MY butchering of Jhonen Vasquez's creation. I do as I will. :3

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Zim pushed Dib away with only a little hesitation, but with as much force as he could muster. He scrambled backwards, away from Dib, wiping at him mouth with his gloved hand repeatedly.

"What was THAT??!" He shouted at Dib, his eyes wide and his face red. Dib only blinked, slowly, in response. He sat up, bringing a hand to cradle his pounding, drunken head.

"Oh…" He murmured, finally looking up at Zim. The expression Dib wore was what shocked Zim the most. It was obvious Dib had just put the moves on him, yes, but Zim expected an irritated or angry reproach from Zim. He knew how humans were, unable to control their sexual urges. Of course it was natural to assume he would become angry. However, the expression he found was a bit shocked, disappointed and even hurt.

"What… what's wrong with you, idiot?!" Zim barked at him, looking away, unaware that the expression had actually made him feel a little guilty. He turned once again to say something to Dib, but was taken by surprise yet again, as Dib was suddenly very close to him. Zim swallowed dryly and said nothing, only watched Dib's actions.

"Zim… I'm sorry. All of this." His eyes were dark on Zim, staring at him, as if right through him. An unpleasant feeling welled in the pit of his abdomen. "I really should have given up on you a long time ago. I mean, really!" He said, now almost a mocking tone to his voice as he sat back, that drunken stare still quite uncomfortable on Zim. "These idiots don't seem to want to accept the inevitable! I've been trying to help them, but it's as if they really want to be conquered! And who am I to stop something they want so badly?"

Zim couldn't believe his ears. Was Dib really… surrendering? Was it simply because of his inebriated state? Zim had heard before that many humans profess their hidden thoughts and feelings when intoxicated, the brain releases it's control that they would normally hold. Zim could only sit silently and see if Dib had anything else to say. He was, for once, left without anything to say.

"If this world doesn't want help, there really is no place for me here. I should just… leave. Die. Something." Dib then turned his head to the side in an inclining manner, a corked grin appearing. "Zim, this is your chance to get rid of me once and for all. I'd suggest taking that chance." Zim simply stared at Dib. Was he really offering-?

Zim's inner mind screamed at him to take this chance. Dib spoke truth, that if Zim let him live there would be no ridding him. After so many failed attempts… but, when Zim thought about it, he had long given up on destroying Zim. As a matter of fact, he had rather calmed in his plans to take over Earth and simply live life like Dib had. He never really pondered why…

Zim was shaken from his thoughts when Dib suddenly stood, his breath heightened and his expression enraged. Zim was going to open his mouth in protest (over what he did not know) but Dib had taken him by the collar of his shirt and held it tightly, so tightly that it was closing off his windpipe.

"D-Dib-!" He struggled to gasp.

"Why don't you just do it, Zim??! Why don't you just kill me, get rid of me, while you have the chance?! I CANNOT STAND THE THOUGHT OF NOT BEING ABLE TO GET WHAT I WANT!" He shouted in Zim's slowly-paling face. Zim could feel his head being to swell as many of his blood vessels and arteries were also cut off, stopping the flow of blood from his brain. As a result, he felt light headed and dizzied. Later, he would blame his next act on this circumstance. He leaned forward and pressed his costumed lips against Dib's human ones.

Immediately, Dib released him. Zim coughed and inhaled roughly, trying to regain his lost oxygen. He then brought his eyes up to Dib who, Zim would gladly admit pleased him, looked very shocked indeed. Zim raised a brow and, feeling smart, inquired,

"And what, exactly, do you want? My death? My demise? My failure? Because I don't think that-" And yet again, Dib cut him off, his rushed and hurried.

"No, no." He began, "What I want is you, Zim."

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A/N: Yes, I really DO hate you all this much xD –shotshot-