Misery Is The Embrace Of Love

Zim's eyes caught Dibs, the knowledge was plainly in sight... Some how Dib was going to get him that night. Dib raised his hand at the bid.
"We have a taker for three-seventy-five, any one for Four?" Membrane asked the group. The little guy from earlier raised his arm up, and called out for a bid of Four-twenty. Dib's mind raced, he had to have Zim... They may have been mortal enemies, but something in the way that Zim danced made Dib want to see more. The closest that he had ever gotten to Zim was when they were fighting, but the thought that he could have a closer look tempted him too much.
"Five-Hundred." Dib motioned with his wad of cash from several A.T.M.s on the way there. He was nervous, and physically shook, as a big man stood up and stuck out a claim for five-fifty. Dib counted his cash, he had only six-eighty or so left. "Six-Eighty-Four!" he yelled, "Cash in hand!"
The other gentlemen looked at him with masked faces, knowing that he had just blown the rest of them out of the water. They all knew that the owner had an affection for cash in hand, it didn't leave a paper trail, and was more convenient for what he liked to buy.
Zim looked at Dib's father, "Sir?"
"The winner of this round is the charming young man in the jade mask with the cash. Please come up here to pay and claim your winning," Membrane made no sign that he recognized his son's trademark hair, instead he took the money and growled lowly into Zim's ear spot, "Don't you fuck up again, or I will throw you to the dirtiest person that I can find. I can't risk losing anymore clients because you don't like what they do to your body... You sold yourself to me the day you applied here, so don't disappoint me."
Dib lead Zim out to his car in silence. He was trying to figure out exactly what he wanted Zim to do for him... Zim was trying to figure out what Dib wanted him to do. He had a lot of strange requests in the time that he had been working there, guys who wanted him to give, guys who made him receive; some wanted him to dress like a child, others wanted him to soak in a tub of ice,until his body was so cold it was like death; he even had a request once from a real weirdo that he hump a teddy bear and sing the national anthem while the guy shocked him with modified electric gloves.
Dib finally got up the courage to ask Zim a question, "So... what made you get into this Zim? You always seemed too proud to go into anything that was too below your ego...."
"Well Dib monkey, if you must know ..." He went into the story about how his life fell apart after graduation, and how he nearly lost everything until he moved into his current home; "You see everywhere else I applied wanted me to show them proof that I was born on this mass of dirt... My Computer can barely run my life support diagnostic anymore, let alone accept the program for a printer to print something out... I was as you say, 'shit out of luck' ?.... The boss man was the only one who would hire me with out any proof of anything. "
It was strange for Dib to hear this story, the parts about his job that Zim had told him so far were horrible. Dib didn't know if he could stand another word from Zim, "Look, Zim, if it is any consolation, I am sorry for how I acted as a kid. i was stupid...Perhaps had we been friends this would have never happened..."
Zim huffed as he lit a cigarette, "You were too bent on saving you precious humanity, and I was too blinded by my duty to the empire to see that I was nothing to them anymore, except a cheap laugh... Perhaps had circumstances been different, we could have been friends..."
Dib couldn't believe his ears, the guy who regularly kicked his ass for years, and who had done the very same thing that very morning, was talking to him in a civilized manor. He wasn't referring to himself in the third person anymore, 'probably from his years here' Dib thought, and he wasn't swearing his everlasting vengeance on him... Dib suddenly became very aware of the semi truck coming straight at him. He corrected his driving in the nick of time.
"So, where are we going, and what do you want to do?" Zim asked Dib, aware that if he messed up, he would be beaten severely by the older Membrane.
Dib hadn't thought of where he wanted to go yet. He knew that he wanted Zim to dance for him again, to see if it was in fact aimed at him, or just sheer luck that Dib caught that vibe. "W-well, i hadn't really thought of that.. I mean I can't go back to my place, my roommate has some girls over... I really don't want to seem low-class either, Even though I know that you hate me... I want you to kn ow that this is strictly for my own scientific endeavors" Dib added as a side note, " I know right where to go... I think even you might like it."
Dib pulled off at the next exit, driving towards a gigantic hotel named Le' Riche Bastard. He knew this one from when he was trying to be straight and was dating a girl who demanded the finest things in life. Dib figured that Zim was expecting a fuck and fling,but what he was planning was something much more pleasing. Zim may have been the biggest prick in the world, but Dib knew Zim had it hard. After hearing the stories that Zim told with cold honesty, Dib decided to pamper him a little, show him that not everyone remains the same after high school.
Zim's eyes grew twice their normal size at the shear size of the hotel. He had heard that classy whores often got to stay in these places, but never dreamnt that he would. Zim looked Dib over suspiciously. He wondered what in hell Dib was planning, no one ever took their purchases out to nice places like this. The nicest place Zim had ever been taken was into an apartment that was almost as slummy as his own. To Zim it seemed that this was going to be a set-up by Dib to get him taken away by the S.E.N.
Dib felt Zim's eyes roam over him, and the tension emanating off of the now frightened Irken, "You know Zim, i have no intention of hurting you tonight. Earlier, I probably would have thrown you into the institute faster than a light year... I...I want you to know that this night is for you." 'did that just come out of my mouth?!?' he mentally thwacked himself in the head. Dib didn't know what to think about Zim anymore. In the past half an hour of driving around, he realized that Zim was a living creature with emotions, fears, likes and dislikes too. He shook his head, 'If only I had the sense to think about this when I was younger... Maybe me and Zim could have...' He snapped his attention back into reality as he pulled up into the valet parking area.
The young gentleman on the outside of the car tapped twice on the glass as Dib came back into reality. "Sir? Would you like us to park your car for you?" he asked as Dib shook his thoughts away.
"Y-Yeah, how much is that going to cost me?" he reached into his center console and pulled out a small wad of cash.
"That will be twenty-five to park and retrieve when you need." the young gentleman smiled at Dib, finally noticing Zim looking quite nervous still. The green male's face was shocked and solemn at the same time. His eyes ere closed and his head pressed against the window.
When Dib placed his hand on Zim, he nearly came out of his skins, "DIB-MONKEY!!!! I SWEAR IF..." He stopped himself, remembering Professor Membrane's words, " I mean what is it that you want sir?" the last word was spat out as he looked at his surroundings better.
"I would prefer it if you called me Dib, and I wanted to let you know that we were leaving the car here with this nice gentleman, to go to a room... No need to bite my head off..." Dib looked the edgy Irken over again. Something about the way Zim moved now was... different, almost as if he were made to be permanently graceful. Dib had never noticed the subtleties in Zim's movements when they were younger... hell he hardly noticed anything beyond his physical flaws and his weaknesses.It was as if he was looking at him through new eyes.
Dib stepped out of the car and handed the young man thirty-five bucks total,and motioned for Zim to exit the vehicle. the young man thanked him and drove off with his car.
Zim was even more so awe-struck as he walked up the entrance way to the hotel. Never in his life had he seen anything so exquisite. The doors opened for them, a rush of cool, pleasantly scented air greeted their nervous faces.
A petite concierge approached the gothed out youth and his green friend, a forced smile on her plastic like face, "May I help you gentlemen?", the barbie smile never left her lips.
"Yeah, I want the best available room for me and my lover please." Dib replied, a light blush staining his cheeks. 'Why is calling Zim my lover making me so nervous? I've never had a problem telling people that I'm gay before...'
Zim felt the temperature in his cheeks rise at the Dib's comment. He refused to let the thoughts of him and Dib go there. Dib was his enemy after all, even if he had to share a bed with him... 'Though the Dib does look awfully good with that little bit of pink biting at his cheeks...' Zim could have killed himself for that thought.
The less than young woman looked the two young men over with a barely masked look of disgust, "Well go to the check in counter and I'm sure Shelia will be more than willing to help you two." the false smile was back to being plastered on her face again.
Both Dib and Zim were more than happy to be away from that horrible woman and her strained smile. Dib had forgotten exactly how first class this place was, last time he had been there he was with that girl whom forced him to wear the latest fashions and any color except black. He remember how fast he dumped her once he realized what was going on...
The check in lady, Shelia was more than happy to give them a private suite on the 9th floor, though it was so that they weren't seen by the other guests. It was strange to Dib how people always preached tolerance, but when it came to real life application, they simply ran and hid.
He paid the three-hundred dollar deposit with his debit card. He was spending too much money and he knew it, but the didn't care, he wanted to let loose for a while.
A bell-hop escorted them to their room, "The services of the hotel are open twenty four hours a day, check out is at one- thirty. Would you like our free turn down service sir?" the bell hop inquired
"No thanks, I believe that we can move our own sheets. Thank you." He handed the eager young man a ten and closed the door in his face.
Unannounced to Dib, Zim had been watching him intently, analyzing what his likes and dislikes were. He didn't want Dib to walk away disappointed and tell Prof. Membrane.. the punishments were almost unbearable. Dib's actions and stance pretty much told Zim that he was an abusive lover with a submissive and sensitive side when he wanted. He could tie a person down, make them beg for mercy one minute and the next let them do the same to him. 'The dib is more twisted than i thought... perhaps after years of fighting he has developed a taste for pain after all.' Zim thought to himself. Zim looked around the room. There was a rich ruby red covered king sized bed in the middle of the room, and an entertainment center that tool up most of the far wall, and a couch infront of it. This suite was humoungous, compared to where Zim usually slept. He could easily fit his apartment in there twice.

With out a word to Dib, Zim walked off to explore the gigantic room, and the bathing room off to the side. Everything was in rich reds and golds. The curtains were crimson with gold trims, and led out to a balcony. Zim stepped out of the room and lit a cigarette. The view threatened to rob him of the very air in his lungs. He had never gotten to see their town properly before. Most of his views of this place were seethed in anger, he never appreciated just how wonderful a place could look when you wern't trying to blow it up...'not that I'll be blowing anything up anymore.' His mind wondered back to that fateful day just after graduation, when he called his tallest to give them a progress report. A symbol popped up on his screen, followed by writing that said, in short, If he wre to ever try to make contact with Irk again, he would be de-pakked the hard way. He thought that it was nothing more than a simple joke that the talest had arranged. He attempted to call back and was greeted by a grumpy looking Invader Grappa.

"Did you not understand the message? If you call back here I will be forced to track you down and rip your pak out of your back, Zim. Now, if we are clear as to the terms of your banishment, I'ld like to get back to my nachos." With that his screen had gone back to black.


Dib placed his hand on Zim's shoulder, and the irken seemed to want to jump out of his skin. Never had Dib seen Zim so deep in thought, and it was a shame that he had to get his attention. "Zim?"

The Irken responded with, "What is it that you wish me to do for you tonight? You paid, and yet you have yet to make a move on me..."

Dib blushed deeply. He had told Zim earlier that this night was for him, and yet his body was screaming for him to declothe the alien and have his way with him, reguardless. "I... I would like you to dance for me, like you did in the club, and then you are free to do whatever you wish. this night is for you after all..."

Zim didn't know what to make of the Dib's response. He wasn't sure where to begin, no one had ever requested that he dance before, and the Dib didn't seem the type to like dances. " Promise me that you won't have your little agent people spring out and attack me."

"I don't think that they will come even if I had you on the table and split wide open." he began, noticing Zim's brow raised, ' your little stunt yesterday morning got me fired and expelled from the network..." Dib's anger came back to him and he tried to supress it, forcing it back into his gut where it belonged.

SO my litle plan worked...' Zim thought to himself. He was rather happy until he saw a glimpse of the rather fallen look on Dib's face, "So... where do you want me to do this?" Zim asked half confused at the request.

"In the room would be prefered..."Dib half chuckled as he opened the glass door.

Zim flicked his butt off the balcony and followed Dib in.


Dib walked over to the stereo system and put on a music station simmilar to what Zim was dancing to earlier, and sat on the bed.

Zim listened for a moment to the beat of the song that was on the radio, catching the beat as he began his dance. As he moved he listened for precursers to the subtle changes in tempo. His hands drew up his body and he moved as elegantly as possible. His eyes sealed shut as he began to remove his top slowly.

Dib couldn't believe how hot the dance was, his body reacted to the movements, he even swayed with the song a bit. When Zim removed his pants Dib looked him over, there was no bulge in his spedo, nothing that would hint to what the Irken hid beneath.

Zim caressed his skin and opened his eyes enough to see the Dib. An image ran through his mind of him and Dib together on the bed... naughty things happening. He felt the familliar heat rushing twards his sheath, more turned on by the thoughts than he ever had been before. He knew why he attacked the Dib constantly, he didn't want the dib to fall in love with any other being, atleast not before he knew what Zim could do for him. He was a creature of hate, spite and severe jealousy. If he wanted it and couldn't have it, he would hunt it down and make it his own. He also knew that with his current job, he wouldn't be able to do so. The Dib was, what he thought,unattainable, until that very night.

Zim moved closer to Dib with the beat of the music, never missing a beat. When he was close enough, he removed his speedo...

Dib thought that he had just hit the pay load, if he were still a member of the S.E.N. Zim didn't have a penis like a human male, but a sheath that was split, and a generous penis projecting out of it. 'Wow, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen!' he thought to himself. Zim staddled his lap and began wiggling around on top of him, placing his hands on Dib's shoulders for balance. The touches sent shock running through his body. If Zim didn't stop soon, then he would be like every other one of his clients... "Z-Zim, please...stop for now..." he managed to huff out.

Confused as to why Dib was asking him to stop, the Irken stopped all movements and inquired, "I though that you were enjoying this.. Did I mess up?" he feared for his job and life, knowing that he would be beaten into something F.U.B.A.R.(fucked up beyond any recognition).

"N-No, it's... I just don't want to be like all your other clients... forcing you to do something that you don't really want to do..." Dib replied, more turned on now that Zim was idle in his lap. 'Gods I could jump him right now!' he thought to himself.

Zim considered this for a moment, he could just get up and enjoy the free room for the night... or he could do what he wants to and jump the Dib.... 'How am I to express that to him...' he thought to himself. "Dib worm.. you said that this night was for me, right?"

Dib was caught half off guard, "Y-Yeah, this night is for you... I thought that with how hard you have it that you might like a night of luxury to remember..."

A small blush rose in Zim's cheeks, the Dib say that this night was for him... "do you meant that I can do what ever I want to?"

"I suppose as long as the room is intact in the morning, you are free to do whatever you want. you can ev-mmmmpff" he treid to finish what he was saying, but his mouth was too ful of Irken toungue to do much else. He submitted as Zim wrapped his toungue around his own. The sensation was almost too much for Dib.