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+G through L › Invader Zim › AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality
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Adult ++
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6
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Masks: 2
Dib didn't go home with anyone that night. Or the night after that. Or the night after that.
Typically, Dib only made an appearance at the bar once or twice a week. Probably why the boy hadn't seen him before... But Dib found himself thinking of that boy more than he should have been. During his days at work he was often driven to distraction... And he started to come up with excuses to get out of his evening activities, so he could sneak off to the bar and catch a glimpse of the slender little creature.
Why had he spurned Dib so? It seemed that anyone else, no matter how boring or ugly, got a chance with the alabaster boy... Maybe it was a game. Well-calculated... Everyone at the bar knew Dib was rich, and a night with him meant a night of all-expenses-paid fun. But it was always only a night. Maybe he was aiming for something more.
Or... maybe he really found Dib abhorrent. Which was frustrating. Long ago, Dib had learned what roles to play to earn the favor of others. It had been years since he had felt the sting of true rejection.
Night after night after night he watched as the boy moved about the floor, letting others fawn on him, casting a smile here, a laugh there. Whatever worked to make them dote on him feverishly as they could. The more Dib watched, the more he felt as if it were all a big ruse. Alabaster was only playing a role.
Much like Dib was during the day... It made him feel even more angry, to think that he couldn't make headway with someone that he obviously had so much in common with.
And if the boy noticed how much Dib was watching him, he didn't show it. The bartender noticed, though. But he had given up trying to warn Dib after the third day.
After a week and a half of hopeless dreaming, Dib was beginning to feel a little bitter. As he walked through the cold night air to his car, hands pressed deep into his pockets, he finally made up his mind to forget about the boy.
Except the boy was leaning against the door of his car when he got to it.
"What are you up to?" the boy asked, folding his arms over his lean chest. He was wearing a thin leather jacket and dark pants. He was delectable.
Shaking his head in confusion, Dib answered, "What are you talking about?"
The boy grabbed Dib by his lapels and pushed him up against the driver window. "I know you've got something up your sleeve, coming here every night and staring at me for hours and hours on end."
Feeling embarrassed he was caught, Dib decided against trying to be smooth. Grinning stupidly, he grabbed the boy's shoulders and leaned into his face. "I'm not thinking about anything different than the other twenty boys you've got in there, hanging on your every word..." The boy looked confused at this answer, so Dib decided to demonstrate. Without any pretense whatsoever, he leaned the rest of the way in and engaged his lips.
His mouth was so cool and so sweet. And his scent... intoxicating. It seemed so familiar. Was it a type of cologne he'd smelled before? He tried to recall. Pushing up against the boy's body, he tried to push his tongue past his lips...
The boy wasn't having it, though. Shoving Dib away, he stepped back, looking positivitely scandalized. Dib, for his part, almost lost his balance, leaning awkwardly against the hood of his car.
"You're drunk," the boy breathed, taking another step back.
Wrinkling his brow, Dib pointed. "And you're a fucking tease. So?"
"Go home, Dib." Slowly, the boy walked away.
Dib watched through blurry eyes as the boy went back inside the bar. After a moment of reflection, he finally got into his car and started it up. The events of the past half hour buzzed through his brain as he drove home... Pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex... Reached for his keys...
"He called me... Dib."
The boy knew Dib's name. But how? He strained to place the face somewhere in his memories. An old lab partner, maybe? Fraternity brother? Dib meandered up to his apartment, barely acknowledging the doorman, and fell into a heap on his bed.
That face... That smell... He couldn't place either one. Such a tangy, almost synthetic scent... That white, smooth skin... The tingle of arousal ran down his spine all the way around to the base of his cock. He wanted that boy so much now. He wanted to solve the mystery.
The answer didn't come to him until he was almost asleep. Maybe it had even come in a dream.
Typically, Dib only made an appearance at the bar once or twice a week. Probably why the boy hadn't seen him before... But Dib found himself thinking of that boy more than he should have been. During his days at work he was often driven to distraction... And he started to come up with excuses to get out of his evening activities, so he could sneak off to the bar and catch a glimpse of the slender little creature.
Why had he spurned Dib so? It seemed that anyone else, no matter how boring or ugly, got a chance with the alabaster boy... Maybe it was a game. Well-calculated... Everyone at the bar knew Dib was rich, and a night with him meant a night of all-expenses-paid fun. But it was always only a night. Maybe he was aiming for something more.
Or... maybe he really found Dib abhorrent. Which was frustrating. Long ago, Dib had learned what roles to play to earn the favor of others. It had been years since he had felt the sting of true rejection.
Night after night after night he watched as the boy moved about the floor, letting others fawn on him, casting a smile here, a laugh there. Whatever worked to make them dote on him feverishly as they could. The more Dib watched, the more he felt as if it were all a big ruse. Alabaster was only playing a role.
Much like Dib was during the day... It made him feel even more angry, to think that he couldn't make headway with someone that he obviously had so much in common with.
And if the boy noticed how much Dib was watching him, he didn't show it. The bartender noticed, though. But he had given up trying to warn Dib after the third day.
After a week and a half of hopeless dreaming, Dib was beginning to feel a little bitter. As he walked through the cold night air to his car, hands pressed deep into his pockets, he finally made up his mind to forget about the boy.
Except the boy was leaning against the door of his car when he got to it.
"What are you up to?" the boy asked, folding his arms over his lean chest. He was wearing a thin leather jacket and dark pants. He was delectable.
Shaking his head in confusion, Dib answered, "What are you talking about?"
The boy grabbed Dib by his lapels and pushed him up against the driver window. "I know you've got something up your sleeve, coming here every night and staring at me for hours and hours on end."
Feeling embarrassed he was caught, Dib decided against trying to be smooth. Grinning stupidly, he grabbed the boy's shoulders and leaned into his face. "I'm not thinking about anything different than the other twenty boys you've got in there, hanging on your every word..." The boy looked confused at this answer, so Dib decided to demonstrate. Without any pretense whatsoever, he leaned the rest of the way in and engaged his lips.
His mouth was so cool and so sweet. And his scent... intoxicating. It seemed so familiar. Was it a type of cologne he'd smelled before? He tried to recall. Pushing up against the boy's body, he tried to push his tongue past his lips...
The boy wasn't having it, though. Shoving Dib away, he stepped back, looking positivitely scandalized. Dib, for his part, almost lost his balance, leaning awkwardly against the hood of his car.
"You're drunk," the boy breathed, taking another step back.
Wrinkling his brow, Dib pointed. "And you're a fucking tease. So?"
"Go home, Dib." Slowly, the boy walked away.
Dib watched through blurry eyes as the boy went back inside the bar. After a moment of reflection, he finally got into his car and started it up. The events of the past half hour buzzed through his brain as he drove home... Pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex... Reached for his keys...
"He called me... Dib."
The boy knew Dib's name. But how? He strained to place the face somewhere in his memories. An old lab partner, maybe? Fraternity brother? Dib meandered up to his apartment, barely acknowledging the doorman, and fell into a heap on his bed.
That face... That smell... He couldn't place either one. Such a tangy, almost synthetic scent... That white, smooth skin... The tingle of arousal ran down his spine all the way around to the base of his cock. He wanted that boy so much now. He wanted to solve the mystery.
The answer didn't come to him until he was almost asleep. Maybe it had even come in a dream.