ZADR

ZADR? Or DAZR?
By Raven
Rating: M
Warnings: romance and a wee bit of violence
Pairing: ZADR
Disclaimer: Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez, but this lovely ZADR belongs to me
Summary: Hi Skool is hell, but not everyone sees it that way. Can two long time enemies become the closest of comapnions? Only one way to find out. -ZADR-

CHAPTER 5

Six forty-five found Zim preening in front of the mirror in the disinfecting chamber. He had donned a long sleeved black turtleneck, tight leathery pants and lace up boots that went to half-way up his calves. Now he was playing with his wig, attempting to make it look cute. And he wasn't having much luck with that. But at least he was trying.

The Irken was excited of course. A date with his Diblet! It was almost too good to be true. He hoped he hadn't day-dreamed it all. That would've been weird. He glanced at the clock. 6:59. He headed up to the surface level and decided to watch TV until the human came. But that soon became boring. He was fidgety as the clock ticked past seven. "He's late…" he grumbled. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding… "Computer, bring up the outside video feeds." The TV screen showed the outside lines. "Pull up the front yard." The gnomes came into view. There was someone out there, standing on his walkway, staring up at the house. Dib. The gnomes had their lasers trained on him, but they weren't firing. The human just stood there and stared. He was probably nervous as hell. He looked it. Zim switched back to the cable and settled back on the couch. He could wait for a minute longer.

The doorbell rang a few seconds later.

Zim turned off the TV and got up. He opened the door and gave Dib a warm smile. "Hey."

Dib was blushing and not looking at him. "Hi."

"You want to come in?" Zim asked, stepping aside.

"No, let's just go." Dib led him away from the eerie green house. Zim shut the door behind them. "You look nervous," he commented lightly as they got in the car.

"I think I am," Dib responded quietly, glancing at the Irken momentarily. "Hmmm…"

"I figured you would be," Zim said. "After all, Zim is that amazing."

"Yes, yes he is," Dib replied as he started the engine. "Do you want to get coffee first? Or see the movie? There's a showing in 20 minutes."

"Hmmm… Movie sounds good," Zim responded after pondering for a moment. He leaned back in his seat, buckling up. Dib's nervousness was very contagious. His spooch was clenching and unclenching again. It was very uncomfortable. Stupid human. Always making him uncomfortable.

"All right, movie it is." He put the car in gear and pulled away.

They were quiet through the ride, both extremely nervous and wondering what the hell they were doing there.

"Enough of this silence!" Zim declared finally at a stop light. "I've had enough of this nervous silence! You! Dib! Be nervous no more! It is leaking into me!"

"Sorry," Dib mumbled, blushing. He was tense. Zim could tell because his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

"Pull over."

"What? Why?" Dib's nervous voice responded, the pitch rising several octaves.

"Just do it!" Zim cried, reaching to grab the wheel.

"All right, just hold on," Dib said and turned right onto a side street and parked. "What is it?" He turned to look at the other, but Zim grabbed him and pulled him close.

"You are making me uncomfortable, Diblet," the Irken informed him. His blood was pumping hard. "Diblet, let me make you less nervous…"

The human seemed to be melting in his seat. "Yes… Make me less nervous…" His face was red in a blush and turning a much darker shade as each second passed.

The Irken leaned closer, toying with ideas in his mind. He had several choices, some of which would probably please the Irken more than the human, but he decided to go with one of those anyway. Not much Dib could do in this position anyway. Closing his eyes, he made his decision.

He pressed his lips onto Dib's. First just brushing and then more firmly. It was sweet, this touching of lips. Nice and warm and entirely lovely.

Zim felt Dib's arms wrap around him as he started to press back. The kiss deepened as they pulled each other closer, hands groping idly on cloth-covered backs. Gawd it was amazing! Skin touching skin, lips on lips, ecstasy running through their bodies! If only it could have lasted.

Tap, tap, tap…

The kiss broke as they got scared and let go of each other. Dib looked behind him to find a cop there. He rolled down the window. "Yes, Officer?"

"What are you two doing?" the bulky man asked sternly.

"Talking," Dib responded automatically.

"Just talking?" the cop asked, is voice incredulous.

"Mm, yep!" Zim replied, happy as a mouse that had just found the mother load of all cheeses.

"Well, do you "talking" else where," the officer said, even using the little air quote motion.

"Yes, sir," Dib rolled up the window as the man walked away.

Zim burst into laughter.

"It's not funny!" Dib protested as he started the car. "Really! It isn't! I could've gotten a ticket – or worse, jail time!" He was blushing beet red.

"For kissing?" Zim laughed harder as Dib pulled away.

"For prostitution or something. Cops don't like parking because it usually involves prostitution," Dib explained.

Zim sobered up with that information. "Note to Zim: Never kiss Dib in the car ever again."

Dib blushed. "Shut up. We're late for the movie now."

"At least you're not so nervous." He winked at him. "Silly Diblet."

The human glared at him. "Shut up."

They pulled up to the theatre a few minutes worth of silence later. Dib pulled out his wallet just as Dib did.

"I was going to pay for you," Dib told him, glancing at the Irken who'd raised a brow in suspicion.

"I thought you said this was a 'friendly outing,' Dib," Zim replied.

"You said it was a date," Dib retorted. "I went along with what you said. Besides, I asked you out."

Zim blinked, confused. "Okay…" He slowly put his wallet back in his pocket. "You can pay if you want."

Dib almost smiled. "Okay. Two for 'Attack of the Wolfclan,' please."

The pockmarked teen handling the ticket counter handed him a pair of tickets as Dib pushed some cash over the counter.

"Thanks," he mumbled and led Zim away. He grabbed his hand as they went to the concession stand. "What do you want? Popcorn? Soda?"

"Both," the Irken replied with a small smile. He was blushing lightly. He liked the feeling of Dib's hand curled around his. It was warm. "Both sound good."

"Both it is," Dib replied, squeezing his hand lightly.

They were next in line. Dib slipped his fingers out of Zim's for a minute to pull his wallet out before he ordered two sodas and a medium popcorn. He passed Zim a drink, laying some cash on the counter again and waited for the change before shoving his wallet back in his pocket.

Taking the popcorn and his drink, he led Zim to the theatre where they sat down somewhere in the middle. There weren't many people in the room and most of them were hardcore movie fans. This movie had been out for three weeks already and the ratings weren't the best, but if Zim wanted to see it, Zim had to see it! One good thing about Earthlings was that they had good movies – nothing stupid like puppets or anything the Tallest fancied.

Zim sank back in his chair. Dib picked a good theatre. Some of the places he had been to had such hard chairs, but this one was comfy. Dib was thoughtful like that. He glanced over at the human boy as he settled down next to him. He looked really good in the dim light. Almost good enough for him to reach over and take a bite. And he wanted to. He wanted to so badly.

But suddenly, Dib glanced over and their eyes locked. "What?" the human mumbled.

Zim immediately averted his eyes as his cheeks went a few shades darker. "Nothing… You just look good in this light…" Dib blushed now as the lights got dimmer and the previews started. He turned his gaze back to screen, but not before grabbing the alien's hand and giving it a squeeze.

Zim looked up at him again and saw the smile on his face. He took this as a sign that he cuddle up against him. In fact, he slipped his head up under his arm and had Dib virtually wrap his arm around him. He smiled giddily as Dib allowed him to curl up against him, even giving him a small squeeze.

Soon the movie started and it was Dib that was shrinking back out of fear and holding onto Zim even tighter.

"Are you scared?" Zim whispered in his ear. "You know it's not real. It's just a movie."

"Doesn't mater. Still scary," he managed to squeak back, shutting his eyes against the sight of the snarling beast on the screen. "Movie isn't real. Werewolves are."

"You don't like scary movies," he commented, moving to take Dib under his arm the same way the boy had held him just a little while before. "Do you feel better now?" the alien asked as Dib snuggled closer, burying his head against Zim's side.

"Yes," came the muffled reply. "Tell me when it's over."

Zim smirked and held his tongue for a minute – but only for a minute. "It's over," he said.

Dib looked up just in time to see a werewolf claw into a dumb blonde chick. He gasped and covered his eyes. "You ass hole!" he exclaimed, glaring down at the floor, his eyes still covered. "You suck! You suck so much!"

"Aww…" Zim patted his shoulder. "I'm sorry. It was too much to resist." He glanced back up at the screen as the noises got more gruesome. He looked back at Dib who had now covered his ears. The boy had started to actually shake. "Dib?" Zim said, grabbing both shoulders and trying to pull him upright. But Dib pulled out of his grip, curling tighter. "Dib, do you want to leave? We can go somewhere else."

Dib looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with tears.

Zim stood and grabbed the boy's hand away from his ear. "Get up," he demanded, tugging on the arm Dib was trying to pull back. "Get up. We're leaving. Now."

Dib finally got up and followed the Irken out. His grip on his hand was tight. "Zim…" he mumbled. "Zim…"

"What?" The alien whirled on him when they got out of the theatre. He pushed him up against the corridor wall and held him there.

Dib was blushing, standing limply with his arms pinned up by his head. Zim was pressed against him, face angry, but feeling an almost irrepressible desire to kiss him. But it wasn't Zim that started it this time. It was Dib. The human boy suddenly reached out and pressed his lips onto the alien's. Zim took a second to sand there, staring stupidly ahead of him and Dib's closed eyes before he could react.

He pressed back with a ferocious desire. He suddenly wanted more – way more. Like good-bye-clothes-hello-Dib-Membrane more. There was a weird feeling welling up in his lower abdomen. This was something he hadn't in a long time. He racked his Jello-ing brain for what the feeling was and what it meant, but it was taking too long. His brain wasn't going to help; better put his pak on it. It took no time for the pak to work – and the answer was more than startling.

He ripped away from Dib, panting and wide-eyed. "N-No way!" he managed to say. He was struggling with forming coherent thoughts, let alone words, as he tried to get his mind around the idea. What the hell? That feeling couldn't possibly be – well, it would make sense. He did love Dib. It was only natural for that to happen. But…

"What's wrong?" Dib asked as he finally regained his own breath. "Hey, are you okay? Was it something I did?" His gaze was concerned, Zim could see that. And there was worry in his voice.

The Irken forced himself to look at the human, blinking wide, dry eyes. "I…" he began. "I need… To go…" he explained slowly, thinking of an excuse to get away from Dib before something bad happened. "Bathroom. You – stay here. I'll come back. I promise." He dashed off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Dib behind. He skidded to a halt outside the men's room and went in with at least some composure before locking himself in a stall and unzipping his pants. He glanced down, fearing something horrible to be there, but found everything in perfect order – if not a little hard. That was natural. He was scared he would shape-shift or something. He'd heard horror stories about interspecies relationships going horribly wrong for the Irken resulting in some kind of hermaphroditic metamorphosis. Irken's are hermaphrodites, you see, they just choose the sex they prefer when they reach sexual maturity. He sighed; relieved, he leaned back against the stall door. Zim was still a boy. A happy, manly boy. He wouldn't e the one changing sex. No, sir, not him! Hopefully… He let out a quiet, nervous laugh as he zipped up and left the stall, pulling his turtleneck as low as it would go. Better not let Dib see how excited he was getting. Slowly, he made his way back.

Dib had taken a seat and was currently scrutinizing a red patch on the dark carpet. Zim's step slowed more. Dib's face was still cherry red. He realized now that he had left Dib in a most awkward way – of course, he, Zim, had been feeling more awkward then the Dib ever could, perhaps.

"Sorry, Diblet," he said, sitting down next to the other. "Nature called. He was really loud."

Dib smirked and glanced at the Irken. "Yes, I could tell."

"Shall we get our money back? Or just go for coffee?" the Irken asked, starting to get up, but the human grabbed his hand. Zim looked at the boy whose gaze had returned to the carpet, his eyes shadowed by hair and glasses. He started for a long moment, watching Dib move as he breathed. He finally knelt in front of the human, nuzzling his chin. "What would make you happy?"

The human caught the Irken's gaze and held him as a wicked smirk curled on to his face.

A/N: As I was threatened with bodily harm unless I updated… Early update for you guys!! ENJOY!