Zim against the world

Ok a big ‘I’M SORRY!!!!’ to Tesgura. I meant to dedicate the last chapter to you as well. If you look at the last chapter, It’s been changed so it’s dedicated to you to. *Hugs* I’m really sorry about that.

Er… if you want warnings…. I DON’T KNOW! I’m gonna start writing and see what hits me in the face. How come there hasn’t been any real smut? Where did the smut go? Maybe I’m just prolonging it *Shrug* I don’t write these chapters, my fingers do. I swear they have their own brain. I look up, and suddenly there is a new chapter. I read over it and you can just see my eyes widen in horror. I swear I don’t write half this stuff!!!

So no warning in this chapter. That doesn’t mean there isn’t anything bad, it just means I’m too lazy to write it. ^^ Oh and thank you Jordan. I’m gonna use some of your ideas. (You should write an Invader Zim fanfic too)

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“777?”

Zim nodded. “Prisoner number 777. I would bet that we could get his help. He doesn’t have much to lose, and besides……” He bit his lip, looking away with a stubborn expression on his face. “I used to ask him for favors. He would always give them. He will help.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt kind of bad for always taking the prisoner for granted.

Dib pulled him close and Zim made his usual half-hearted struggle to get away from the embrace, but it was short lived, as he knew it would be. He no longer really tried, only giving the momentary struggle so he could continue to tell himself he felt nothing for the Dib-human.

Dib nuzzled into the crook of his neck, making his eyes slit in pleasure. He then reached up and stroked his antenna softly, making a low purr rise up in his throat. “It’s alright.” He said softly, rubbing Zim’s back through the jacket. “When we get there, you can apologize.”

Zim pulled away, pushing Dib roughly. “I don’t need to apologize. I am Zim. Zim doesn’t apologize to anyone!” He crossed his arms and glared at the wall.

Dib just smiled at him, the smile made Zim’s blood boil angrily. Furious that Dib could make him feel guilt so easily, he slumped, swinging his legs off the bed. “It doesn’t matter anyway.” He said softly. “I can’t go back to my base, no doubt you won’t let me. And that’s the only place I could contact him.”

Dib crawled over to him on his hands and knees, with his eyes being golden slits, and the darkness outside the window, he was the picture of seduction. Zim swallowed hard, averting his eyes as a blush took to his cheeks. Dib reached up and took Zim’s chin, turning his face to look into his eyes. “You can if I go with you.”

For a second Zim didn’t know what Dib was talking about, his mind locked on how the Dib looked just then. Soft lips curled in a soft smile, eyes glittering. The darkness in his eyes was showing slightly from behind the softness, making him shiver deliciously. Then Dib blinked, breaking the spell. Zim gathered his thoughts and it clicked. “My base? You’ll let me go to my base?”

Dib shrugged as if it was no big deal. “If I go with you. I wanted to see it anyway.”

At the thought of his base came the thought of the things in his base. The messed up furniture, the toilet in the kitchen, the TV where he and Gir used to….. He started. Gir! Where on earth was Gir? Looking at Dib fearfully he grabbed him by the shoulders. “Where is Gir?” He asked softly, his eyes burning with worry. He would never admit it, but he cared for the robot. He grew on you after living with him for years on end.

Dib’s eyes widened as he was grabbed. The surprise made him fall back, making Zim crash foreword too so he was pinning dib to the bed by his shoulders. He blinked in surprise but when asked the question he just looked confused. “I don’t know.” He admitted “ I haven’t seen him arou-” He tensed, looking at something over Zim’s shoulder.

Zim spun around to come face to face with….. A videos camera. A video camera in the arms of his favorite robot slave. Relief made way for anger as he lunged for the camera. Gir just danced nimbly out of the way, popping it open and taking out the video.

“Master what are you and Dib doing here?” He opened his mouth into a rectangle and slid it in. Immediately a screen opened out of his stomach, held up by a sturdy cord. On the screen Dib pulled Zim into a hug. It showed all too well the way Zim had barely struggled, letting himself be embraced by the human. It then changed, skipping all other parts, and went straight to when he pinned down Dib, their position looking very suspicious.

“Gir.” Zim said softly, blushing furiously “There are taco’s in the kitchen.”

Gir’s turquoise eyes lit up. “Tacos!!!” He ran off out the door, the screen sliding back into the panel in his stomach, the last images being replayed over again. The hug, then Zim on top of Dib, pinning him, the surprised look that had covered Dib’s face not helping at all.

As soon as Gir left the room, silence fell like a heavy blanket, the tension seeming to crush the air around them, making it hard to breath. Finally Dib got to his feet, oblivious of the embarrassed look on Zim’s face. “Come on.” He said shortly, pulling on Zim’s arm. “let’s get to the base.”

Nodding, Zim kept his eyes lowered. The images kept playing over and over in his mind, even with the screen gone. Why did they look…. So wrong and yet…… so right?

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That did NOT come out the way I expected. Basically I just wanted to bring in Gir so no one would forget about him. I also wanted the plan to move along just a LITTLE. Where the rest came from I have no idea.