Zim was stunned into silence. He stared at Dib, who seemed suddenly sober, with eyes vacant of any expression other than shock. He moved his mouth to say something, but all he formed was incoherent mouth patterns. Of course, Zim had such thoughts of Dib to assume it was a sexual reference – if he were really wanting to but up a fight, the loophole would have been that Dib wanted him to turn in… but this was now, obviously not the case.

Dib watched Zim's reaction with the same hard stare, and waited for a moment before saying anything else. "You, all along, Zim. I realized long ago that you were no real threat – you were nothing but a joke to your armada, and even that time, you pretended as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed. And yet you continue waiting for something that will never happen. That will NEVER come for you Zim, and you know that. And yet, we continued to play our game, and it was fun, wasn't it?"

Zim stared at Dib with disbelief. Many thoughts and memories were flying through his mind, clogging it up, endlessly confusing him – and all he could focus on was Dib. And that was all. The human tried to force him to see the truth… and of course Zim knew it all along. Why would he, a once though top invader, willingly admit to defeat and failure? Not Zim, even if it meant he had to lie to himself ever single day. But he would ignore it for now, as well, and focus on Dib.

"So…" Dib murmured, shifting a bit umcomfortably. Zim frowned, clearing his throat. Why not just forget about his so-called 'mission', or his priorities, or any inhibitions at all?

"You humans are all the same." Zim scoffed, but still came a bit closer to Dib. He reached for the rim of Dib's pants and realized that he was wearing a belt, and so began to fiddle with it to take it off. This is why Zim hated belts.

Dib panted, struggling to swallow a nonexistent lump down his throat. He glanced down at Zim, who was struggling with Dib's large belt buckle. He grinned slightly, Zim's aggravated grunts only arousing Dib even more. He placed a palm atop Zim's gloved hands, and the Invader looked up at Dib with wide eyes. Dib's smile widened. He undid his belt and even slipped off his pants (though has to unzip and remove his boots with the assistance of Zim before getting them all the way off).

Dib's arousal by this point was clear, as the thin fabric of his boxers were the only thing keeping him contained. Zim stared at the lump in Dib's lap, and although he knew what it was, he still stared at it with a bit of confusion, and mostly curiosity. Hesitantly, Zim reached his three-fingered, gloved hand forward, and caressed the lump gingerly. Dib let out a shaky gasp, thrusting his hips a little. Zim was startled and pulled back, looking at Dib's flushed face. After a moment of savoring the feeling, Dib opened his eyes and looked to Zim. He grinned. "Take off your disguise. I want to see you… your wonderful eyes."

Zim hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out all of his bodily needs as well as his emotional needs. After a moment, he nodded his head and stood, slipping out of the skin-suit, taking the contacts and wig with it. He was clothed in his Invader uniform underneath. He went back to Dib's side and allowed Dib to caress his face, stare deeply into his ruby eyes. This made Zim's heart race. "Was that… correct?" Zim asked, slowly, not wanting to make a fool of himself. "What I did just then?" Dib grinned and nodded.

"Generally, yes. There are many more things, however, I think we could enjoy…" He trailed off, giving Zim a look of examination, curiosity on his features. The question was obvious. "Dib, Invaders don't have sexual organs… Invaders are made in a laboratory, tuned specifically to invade. Civilians have all of their organs so they may reproduce as they wish… but for an Invader, they are unnecessary…" He was sad to have to tell Dib this. He wanted to pleasure Dib and be pleasured by him… at least one of those was a possibility.

Zim ignored the slightly downtrodden look Dib has on his face, Zim assumed his thoughts were the same. Instead, he once again caressed the hard lump in between Dib's legs, causing the human to twitch, hips convulsing and head falling back with his mouth open. Zim stared with wide, curious eyes. It really was a curious reaction. Dib lay flat against the bed, panting. Was it really possibly to become so hard with just two touches? Dib didn't carte, he didn't want to think. With a soft voice, Dib requested "…with your mouth…"

Zim paused, trying to draw up the information he had learned in that particular department through class, movies and gossip. After a moment of silence and Dib's soft panting, Zim pulled off the boxers to reveal Dib's very erect member, the moist tip of which was teasing against his lower abdomen. Dib whimpered, the cool air suddenly attacking his most sensitive area. Zim lowered his head and paused, glancing at the flushed and anticipating Dib. "Allow me to… relieve you." Zim said before lowering his head completely, opening his mouth and taking the entire length of Dib.

Dib immediately jerked his hips foreward, as if only being encased in such a small, warm, moist place would make him come so easily (ignoring the fact that he is no virgin). Zim glanced up at him yet again and gave him a glare, which said 'I dare you', of course, in a threatening way. Dib let out a shaky breath, not wanting to make himself seem patetic by coming just when it started. "S-Sorry…" He breathed, gripping the sheets of his bed.

"Hm." Zim murmured, lowering his eyes and closing them, commencing the pleasuring of Dib. He wrapped his tongue around the erect member, lifting and lowering his head in a pumping motion. Dib twitched and reacted with every small move, so Zim used his hand to grasp Dib's wrists roughly, keeping him pinned to the spot. He then used his thin tongue to wrap around the head of Dib's erection, sucking lightly. It proved to be too much for Dib, for without warning his thrust his hips foreward, forcing himself into Zim's warm, sticky mouth and released his seed into the deep recesses.

Dib then collapsed back onto the bed, panting. Zim took a moment to suck up any excess mess, then lifted his head to stare at the weakened Dib. Zim gave him a halfhearted smile. He wished that he could feel the same sensations as normal civilians… he was a failure as an invader, shouldn't he be allowed the same pleasures? It appeared that Dib was giving himself to sleep. Sighing, Zim slipped away from him, getting back into his 'human suit' for walking on the streets.

He stopped just before leaving through the door. He turned around, the shadows casting darkly on his face.

"I love you, Dib…"