"Uh, I – I… This…," Dib stuttered, face red with embarrassment. The irken was surprised, to say the least, from the Dib's reaction; they fought frequently but he had never used that as a weapon before. Unless…

"Dib, are you infatuated with Zim?" he demanded, face serious. Dib glanced around, looking for an escape.

"I… No! This- erm, I really have to go home now! My, uh, Dad was taking us to dinner and… The Bigfoot baby will escape! I just-," Dib's stammering was cut off by a needy moan as an irken hand felt the unknown bulge pressing against Dib's jeans, though he still examined the humans reaction.

"Mmmm! Zim, don't! Ugh, Seriously, stop!" Sweat beaded on the human's forehead. Zim smirked; all the control he ever wanted over the human was all in this little control stick. He experimented with his new discovery, his new toy. I wonder what happens when I do this-

"Argh! Please," Dib begged, his breathing becoming ragged. Zim's red orbs widened; hearing Dib beg was unusual. He usually fought until there was no other way but…

"So, Dib-thing, do you want me to stop?" Zim questioned, knowing from the needy, half-lidded eyes what the true answer was. He just needed to see how long it would take to break him.

"I… don't. Yes, wait, um…" The irken grinned devilishly at the human's incapability of speech. Zim started to devise a plan in his devious little mind; he stood up, taking his hand with him, and sat on the arm of the couch, hovering over Dib menacingly.

"Alright, if you truly do want me to stop, I will," the alien grinned. Dib was still on the ground, panting heatedly; what just happened? Face flushed, he moved into a defensive position against the alien that almost gave him a hand-job. He gulped as he slowly rethought that; his arch rival, who was an alien, almost gave him a hand-job!

"Well, Dib, I'll print out some of the research for our project and we can start it tomorrow in class. You can go to your structure-unit now," Zim dismissed, almost as if nothing happened. Dib, thoroughly confused, just watched the alien with wide eyes.

"See ya, Dib," he lastly stated; his voice was honey-coated with glee. Dib, seeing it as the best option, retreated from the green house. The entire fifteen minutes were replaying in his mind; he walked into the house, Zim removed his disguise, they looked up some drug references online, and the next thing he knew, he was writhing under the alien, his need in the palm of Zim's hand. Literally.

Suddenly reminded of the pulsation from between his legs, his face flushed deeper, if possible, and he rushed home. Approaching the home which he lived, he looked in the living room to check for Gaz or his father. Thankfully, neither was present.

He snuck in the door with a creak and closed it quietly as he could. Alright, just need to get to the bathroom and I'm home free-

"Dib, what're you doing?" his sister's voice shattered any remaining self confidence he had. She noticed the expression of embarrassment his face held, deep tomato red with flush. She also noticed his hands covering a certain part of his body.

"Awkward erection?" she asked neutrally. If his face could've flushed deeper, it would've, but he just nodded as response and ran to the washroom. He pressed his back against the door for just a second, panting, before locking the door and approaching the shower, turning the tap as far to the blue side as it would allow.

Carefully stripping himself, he stepped into the shower, shivering for only a moment, waiting for his need to die. With a great sigh, he felt the urges leave. But, when they left, the questions entered his mind; what the hell was Zim doing! Really, was he aware of the things he was doing? Did he mistake my pleasure as pain?

Dib mulled over everything. He was on top of me, I tried to tell him I had to leave, his hand, the feelings, his face, those eyes looking down at me, drinking my emotions, hm, the pleasure, so good… Did I seriously just think that! Dib! How could you! He mentally cursed himself for thinking those thoughts. Then, he worried about what tomorrow would bring.

What if he tackles me again? I don't know how I'd be able to handle that for a second time… Okay, stop worrying! Everything will be fine! Plus, Zim seemed to forget about it right afterwards… or this could be a trick! He could be trying to find a weakness of the humans! And, that certainly is a weakness in the male part of our species, he thought with a shiver.

Imagine the weapons of destruction the alien could make with learning about male vulnerability! He could poison the food supply with a degenerating chemical that could cause extreme pain when you try to pee! Or, he might mass produce weapons of… circumcision. Dib's eyes widened with fear. He must protect his balls at whatever the cost!

Alright, calm down, maybe you're overreacting; you can't judge these kinds of things too quickly, cause that leads to drastic results. He took a few deep breaths, listening to the drum of the shower water hit the floor beneath his feet, letting his heart beat slow once more. Okay, now that you've calmed down, think of alternative situations; Zim might just be curious about humans again. He probably doesn't understand the way our bodies work. Yeah, that's completely plausible! From what I know, he is male but he's also an alien so our parts could be… different.

Dib shuddered, both from the cold water and from the thought of alien parts. So, if he asks again, calmly explain everything and make it seem like not a huge deal, you don't want to alert him to the vulnerability of it. But, wait, he has to have something down there. There was that one time I got pissed at him for some reason and resorted to kicking him in that area. He crumpled up on the ground in pain.

But, does that mean it was an act? No, it couldn't have been. Well, I did kick him really hard; it would've hurt anywhere. Man, why does Zim make everything so confusing? Yeah, I remember when he told me to 'shave my head of smell with your bad self'. Uh huh, that was awkward. I still have the hug with him on camera over Keef, I think. And our Mysterious Mysteries episode still airs. That was horrible but, watching now, I laugh. Oh, and then there was that platypus…

Dib's thoughts drifted, ranging a variety of memories, all having one thing in common; the presence of Zim. Dib would never admit it but the alien had saved him. He never wondered what life without Zim would be like because he never could imagine it; the alien was in his every thought, comprised of the majority of his memories, and occupied whatever free time the human had.

The alien made Dib happy… or, at the very least, content; Zim was proof of him being right. When Zim wasn't on earth, doubt would cloud his mind, more and more, with every discouragement that was thrown at him:

"Aliens don't exist, my poor insane son."

"That's stupid!"

"Why do you even try?"

"No one takes paranormal investigation seriously."

"You're crazy!"

The endless sea of insults that washed over him each day battered him, deteriorating his own beliefs. At one point, he was going to give up and let the sea take him. Then, his beacon shined. That beacon was the green boy that walked into his class that fateful first day.

Suddenly, Dib could see the proof with his own eyes. With everyone else not seeing it, he didn't believe himself impaired or crazy but everyone else around him, too stupid to see through a cheap wig and grey contacts.

Saved, he found his new drive, new obsession; revealing to the world the alien that Zim was. Repair the broken, blinded race that humans had become and show them what was really out in the universe.

He reached a pale hand out and turned the tap off. Stepping out of the shower, his hair soaked and dripping, he couldn't help but smiled, having enjoyed his little shower of memories. He never really considered himself caring of the moments he enjoyed replaying but his denial was a stubborn characteristic that had taken root inside his mind. He'd insist that the only reason he remembered was for the sole-reason that he almost captured Zim that time or, it was a close-call.

As he changed into his clothes, he looked at the watch he'd discarded with the rest of the clothes, eyes widening at the time. A full hour in a cold shower! It wasn't any mystery, the reason his head had started pounding.

Taking two painkillers before leaving the room, he shuffled to his room. He flopped on his bed at arrival and sighed, relaxing. Please let tomorrow never happen, he thought with little hope. It had to happen, no matter how much he willed it not to. If I was still in Zim's simulator with those alien shoes, I could probably do it…

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Zim was sitting on the couch, smiling. Not smiling evilly or menacingly or even disturbingly; he was just… smiling. Gir looked from his TV to his master with worry; he didn't know his masters face bent that way. It don't look right…

Suddenly, Gir flipped himself so that he was sitting on his head upside-down. He smiled and laughed maniacally. "There's master's face!"

Zim took a moment to glare at the robot before staring off into space again; tomorrow couldn't arrive any sooner. Tomorrow, the Dib will begin to feel the true wrath of Zim.

Really, he had to give thanks to the project for giving him such a brilliant idea; humans with their addictive personalities. You see, Zim's plan was to become a drug; Dib's personal drug.

All it took was one little taste, he figured. Dib experienced a bit of it during that short stuffy session but, no, Zim had some plans floating in his head. One taste would become anouther and anouther until Dib would need Zim to the highest degree.

You will be mine, Dib, just wait for tomorrow to come. You will be mine.

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Due to creative inspiration, what I originally intended to be a two-shot is now going to be a full out story of suspense! Thrills! And oh so much DRAMA!

Uh huh! Yep! I'm awesome.

Ah, yes, and this was mostly written by me, Lexi. My brother wrote some of the heart touching, Zim-rescued-Dib-from-some-serious-mental-issues part with the coaching and supervision of myself, of course! Praise me! PRAISE ME! And you get one thousand *coughtheoreticalcough* dollars!

Nya! :P