The Blood Of the Rose

Zim laid breathless next to the human. His groin ached from so much activity at once, and from how hard the Dib had squeezed him as he came. Zim laid on the cold floor as he slowly regained the strength to move. He looked at the human next to him as he sat up. Dib's eyes were half closed in the after math of their coupling. Zim finally spoke up feeling he needed to clear things up..."Dib beast, I hope that you know that this doesn't mean that I'm going to change how I treat you... You're still to do what I tell you." With that Zim got up from the carpet to head upstairs for a shower. Zim cleansed himself the best that he could before he had to run for school. He pulled on yet another set of pants, and yelled down at Dib to get dressed.
Zim ran down the stairs to his lab entrance to grab his shirt. Gir had managed to wiggle free of the tree and was trying to do horrible things to a half frozen chicken while yelling "You is my Elf ho!" Zim shuddered and grabbed his shirt from the cleansing facilitator.
Up stairs he looked at Dib, "Well are you going to get dressed? I swear if you don't go in with me today, I'm going to throw you in a ship and send you to Siz-Lorr!" Zim barked. He was tired of Dib sitting an his ass all day long, making more of a mess or Zim to clean. Zim, even though he wouldn't admit it, was tired of being alone in class. Keef had gone back to stalking him and the creepy girl Gretchen was haunting his locker again... Both were trying to get him to even look their way, bu Zim refused. As long as the Dib was there they left him alone, figuring that he was just a mean friend to Dib.
The room had been quiet for the longest time, the only sound coming from the heavy breathing of both of them. Dib was completely lost in his thoughts. He still couldn't believe what they had just done.It never even crossed his mind that that was a possibility. It had to be the most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. Who knew that sex could be so good?! Dib managed to push himself back up to a sitting position as he felt the small body that had been pressed up against his move away for a second. He was still tired and could barely make out anything that was going on around him. All that he could think about was how it had felt to have somebody hold him and kiss him in the way Zim had. It made him feel special and needed for once in his life. He thought perhaps Zim and he were finally beginning to get along better, finally beginning to understand each other, finally seeing each other in a completely different light. Dib's heart swelled with joy. It was all happening so quick but he was sure now. Sure that this small crush was no longer just a crush. It was love. He loved that Irken. He didn't know when it happened but he just knew that somewhere deep inside him, he always loved Zim.
Everything seemed in that one moment to be going perfect for him. That is,until Zim spoke up. At first Dib hadn't been really paying attention but when Zim's words registered in his brain everything seemed to crumble around Dib. His eyes snapped open and he watched as the Irken ran upstairs to get cleaned up. Dib couldn't move. His body wouldn't let him. He cursed himself under his breath after Zim had left the room. "Damn it, Dib! What the hell were you thinking?! He probably just used you for sex! That's all he wanted! And now you decide to fall in love with an alien that still hates your guts! What is the matter with you?!" Dib couldn't get his thoughts straight and just stayed sitting their on the floor until Zim ran past him in another pair of pants and boots to the room he had left his now probably clean shirt. A few seconds later he heard Zim ordering him from downstairs to get dressed for Skool. Dib couldn't answer. All he could do was nod his head slightly before pushing himself to his feet and heading downstairs. He really didn't want to go to Skool but he was still technically under Zim's rules and had to do as he was told.
Dib walked slowly back to his room, feeling more depressed than the day he had arrived at Zim's house. He grabbed a pair of black pants, a black shirt, and some black boots with lots of silver buckles on them. He grabbed his new trench coat and threw it over his clothes before heading back upstairs to where Zim was waiting. He came up just as Zim was replacing his wig and contacts and glanced up at the Irken for a moment. He didn't feel like saying anything to him at the moment; he couldn't. It hurt too much to even think about speaking to Zim. So Dib just walked by, practically ignoring him as he went to the door to pick up the backpack he had bought earlier that week just in case he did return to Skool earlier than he had planned. He turned to leave the house, giving no notice to the little S.I.R. unit that had nearly flown right into his head but had missed by a few centimeters. He just kept walking down the walkway of the house, not even caring that the gnomes had turned to watch him. Zim followed after him, running up behind Dib.
The walk to the bus was the most tense thing Zim had ever experienced, more so than when he was taken to Judgmentia for crimes against Irk. He stood with his back against the stop sign post physically, but mentally he was a million miles away. He hated the silence that the Dib was sending his way. Normally the human beast would be hounding him about this, that, and the other thing, as they stated on Earth. Zim was also thinking about how many Irken laws he had broke. If his tallest were ever to come back and find out, he was doomed. Mating outside of breeding season was forbidden, and Zim's PAK screamed it at him. 'Damned Earth beast, seducing me with those big amber eyes, that piggy pink skin, those firm-well-rounded-butt cheeks...' Zim had to physically shake himself from his thoughts. His guilt coursed through him from his PAK. The damnable device was forcing him to regret what he had enjoyed more than anything else before it. He looked at Dib, wanting to say words that were forbidden on Irk, but his PAK forced out his voice everytime he went to speak. He only managed out a meager growl. His yhddyhyac twitched annoyingly under his wig. He now knew that even as an out casted Irken, he was still ruled by Irks laws, they were programed as part of him.."programmed into my PAK...." he mumbled out loud, eyes taking on a new fire. He knew the key to his freedom, 'I have to create a new PAK and program everything i want, not what my former Empire wants!' He Jumped up from his leaned position and darted straight back to his base. He was going to have his freedom, and no longer live governed by the laws of a planet that he was banned from. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the look on the Tallest' faces if they ever knew.
Ever since they had left the house, it had been eerily quiet. Dib refused to say anything to Zim, let alone acknowledge his existence at the moment. It was weird. Dib normally would have been making some type of conversation with the Irken but today he just didn't feel like it anymore. He had been so sure that he would be talking for weeks about what they had just done on Zim's floor but he had nothing to say. With that one comment, Zim had ruined it all. They reached the bus stop and Dib turned away from him, not even noticing the small glances being directed at him. He just wanted the Skool bus to get there so he could sit as far away from Zim as possible and finally get some alone time. The only part of him that even noticed Zim at the moment were his eyes. He let them wander a few times before quickly redirecting them back to the road. He didn't even think he could stand looking at the Irken for the time being. He heard Zim mumbling a f few things under his breath but just ignored them as gibberish. He really didn't care what was on the alien's mind at the moment. Dib could see the bus approaching from down the road and took a step forward, waiting for the vehicle to reach him. Just then he heard loud footsteps and turned just in time to see Zim running back down the road toward his house. The bus came up behind him as he just stood there, watching Zim running down the street. "Are you getting on or not?!" a rude sounding bus driver piped up. Dib turned back toward the open doors of the bus and sighed before taking a step into it. He growled under his breath as he found a seat quickly and buried his face in his arms. Now he was even more pissed that Zim had ditched him at Skool when it was his idea to even go in the first place. Dib was a little glad to be away from him for the moment, however.
The bus ride to Skool didn't seem to take as long as it normally did and Dib stepped off the bus as soon as they had reached their destination. Rumors seemed to fly all around him about how he had burned down his house and was staying with Zim. He had really hoped those had died down but they seemed to flare up just as quickly as his house had just by him actually being back at Skool. The teenagers in the halls gave him weird looks as he approached his locker to fish out a few books he would be needing for class. He tried to ignore them but it was hard when the other kids really didn't give two shits whether he heard what they were saying about him or not. He wanted to yell at them but that would just end up making an even bigger scene so he kept his mouth shut. He hurried to his first class, hoping that he would be able to find some peace there. But his problems just seemed to pile up as he entered the class. The first thing he heard was Miss Bitters calling him up to her desk. She had decided to give him extra homework for missing so many days of Skool and just because she thought he needed to learn more considering he was stupid enough to burn his house down. He cursed under his breath as he made his way to his seat. "What the hell is wrong with all these people? It was a fucking accident." He slid into his seat and just laid his head down on his desk, wanting to sleep through class. He closed his eyes as Miss Bitters' lecture started and fell asleep almost instantly. He awoke about 45 minutes later as his class was ending and sat up groggily. As soon as the bell rang, he was out of his seat and making his way down the hall to his locker again.
He checked the clock on the wall for the time. It read 9:15 and already Dib was bored as hell. He considered staying at Skool for the remainder of the day but decided against it. He had no idea where Zim was and really didn't care. No matter how much he didn't want to go back to the b base, he knew that anywhere was better than Skool. He only hoped that Zim wouldn't be anywhere around when he got back. It didn't really matter to him that he was missing Skool. He knew if he went to any of his other classes, he would be stuck with tons of make-up homework. He decided he had enough to deal with already just from Miss Bitters' class alone. He waited for the halls to clear so he could make it out the door without getting noticed. He ran to the side of the road and started walking back toward Zim's house which was closer than his had been. There were a few shops he stopped in along the way to buy a few things. Zim probably thought he was in Skool, so he wouldn't know that Dib had gone off wandering on his own.
Zim had made it pretty clear that he didn't want him to leave the house any more than he needed to but Dib felt this would be his only opportunity to get away and enjoy some time alone. He came across a few food places and gladly bought whatever wasn't allowed wed in Zim's house. Dib had gotten a few food stuffs but things like meat weren't allowed due to Zim's allergy. Dib bought a few hot dogs before continuing on his way. He stopped by the park to eat them on a bench. After he was finished eating he leaned back in the seat to relax, something he hadn't gotten to do in a long time. An hour passed before he finally decided to get back to the base. He walked the rest of the way and came up to the door. The gnomes continued to watch him but were programmed not to fire at him anymore unless he was trying to break in. He opened the door and found Gir sitting on the couch watching the Angry Monkey show. Gir waved to him as he entered and placed his backpack back on the floor. Dib smiled at the little robot and took a seat on the couch next to him to relax once again. He stretched out across the couch and fell asleep shortly after.
Zim ran through his door, slamming it shut. He heard Gir let out a whine, but ignored it. He had more important things to do than listen to the random ramblings of some insane bot. Zim made a grand dive for his trash can entrance, eager to be able to experience those things again. His squeedly spooch nudged him that this was wrong. He didn't care, he didn't want his life ruled by beings that showed him no respect. He jumped on the transporter and zipped along to the deepest lab he had. He kept trying to figure out what all he would have to do to get it right. The process would be long and most definitely painful. He would have to hook himself to the base' life support system so that he could work on the everything with out having to replace it every ten minutes.
"Computer! I need base life support systems initiated, and your utter most obedience for this project!" he barked at the typically resistant program. He knew the computer couldn't ignore a direct order, but he could delay it a long while. The computer grumbled a response that sounded close enough to yes for his satisfaction. Zim released the connection to his PAK long enough to place the support wires into his back. Most of his data streams remained, so he set out to work.
He worked tirelessly, locating every program that he needed for his basic life support, all the circuitry needed to connect himself to all his knowledge,etc. He had the new shell hammered out in no time. instead of having the round, annoying, traditional system, he formed a shiny, sleek, slim-lined one that had flexible joints down the back, so he could move and sleep comfortably. The interior was filled with everything that he needed. Instead of the old solid legs that he had, he formed tentacle like ones that still had the fine points and lasers, but could become rounded for other, more delicate projects.
The first few attempts at connecting almost blew Zim away, though he was lucky that his computer was smart enough to re-hook him and give him a good jolt.
Finally he had success. The new PAK had everything and then some. He even managed to make his connection stronger to cut the response time in half. He gave everything a try, making sure that everything was fully functional, and all his systems were on-line. He cheered for himself, bouncing on his new pyddma makc.
Zim was about to leave when his computer finally spoke up again, "Zim, you should know that as soon as your PAK registers that it is no longer in use it shall send a message to the Tallests... Are you sure that you want to risk that?"
Zim just blinked at the computer, then busted out laughing as hard as he could, "Good one computer, you do know that they have abandoned me here, don't you? they have no governing over me anymore!" With that Zim left his basement, greeted by a midnight darkened house. He hadn't realized that he had been down there all that time. As he made his way past the couch he tripped on the Dib's backpack. "mother of Irk!" He held his foot, rubbing his sore toe. He ran upstairs and looked in on the Dib-beast, hoping that he was awake enough for Zim to say something about the backpack, possibly changing that into another subject...
He looked in on the sleeping Dib, miserable as ever. His hopes hit the pit of his spooch, and he let out a low sigh. Gir was curled up with t he Dib ass Zim slid in next to the sleeping human, wrapping his arm around him. Zim noted the smell of all the forbidden foods on the human, but figured that it would be best to let him ride just this once. With that Zim drifted off into the first night of real sleep he ever had.
Dib had woken up around noon and saw that there was still no sign of Zim.
He looked at the little S.I.R. unit still sitting on the couch watching T.V. and had an idea pop into his head. He managed to get the Gir to help him locate and move all his stuff into a new room. The little robot was a lot stronger and more helpful than he thought. Gir had happily agreed and helped to clear out the room for Dib's stuff. They spent about two hours moving things out and then moved on to carrying things up from Dib's old room. However, making trips back and forth, carrying things took a lot longer than simply clearing out a room. Dib had been running back and forth, trying to get the job done quickly. He hadn't seen Zim for the remainder of the day except once when he went down to the bathroom to wash off his hands after Gir had handed him something smeared in chocolate from his earlier experience. He passed by the lab Zim was in and heard Zim laughing insanely. Dib looked inside but didn't' t want to make his presence known. He was a little curious as to what the Irken was up to but just continued on his way to the bathroom. It creeped him out a little when he saw all those wires in his back and he decided he didn't want to know what they were for. Dib washed up and hurried back to where Gir was waiting. The hardest part was probably moving the bed up to his room but somehow they managed. Four hours passed before they were completely done and Dib was exhausted. He flopped down onto the bed and pulled the covers over himself. Gir climbed up next to him and curled up against his chest and also began to snore. Dib didn't mind much as he drifted off to sleep shortly after.

Dib awoke early the next morning with the feeling of something warmer pressed up against him. He could feel Gir was still at his chest but whatever was now pressed up against him was behind him. He turned over in his sleep, coming face to face with the sleeping Irken. Zim had his arm wrapped tightly around Dib and he shifted about in his sleep for a second b before squeezing Dib lightly. He mumbled a few unintelligible things in his sleep before growing silent again and smiling. He seemed all too happy to cuddle up against the boy but Dib had different feelings at the moment. Dib nearly jumped out of the bed when he saw Zim. He quickly pushed away from the sleeping form next to him, ducking out of his grip. He fell back off the bed, breathing heavily. What was Zim doing in his bed?! He hadn't expected Zim to sleep with him. Dib caught his breath, trying to think of what the Irken was trying to get out of him this time. He knew Zim didn't have real feelings for him. He was just u sing Dib for sex, right? Dib watched the alien turn again in his sleep and grab onto Gir in the process. He hugged the robot to his chest and let out a happy sigh. Dib's thoughts got the better of him. He had to admit, it was the cutest thing he had ever seen, at least coming from Zim. He almost wished he hadn't
left the bed so it would have been him in Zim's arms but he quickly shook those thoughts out of his head as he remembered Zim's words. 'It wouldn't mean
anything, Dib. He doesn't care for you. He's only using you.' He kept on telling himself but something inside of him kept bugging him about those thoughts. He
ignored it and got up off the ground. He didn't want to get that close to the Irken because he knew it would all just end in a broken heart if he let it go any farther. He turned to leave the room quickly so he wouldn't have to look at Zim anymore. He didn't want to. It all hurt too much on the inside. He made his way down to the kitchen where he took a seat at the table, feeling too miserable to eat that morning.
Zim awoke, as alone as he figured that he would be. He knew that Dib was angry about something, but he couldn't figure it out. He had been nice to him, told him more than he had ever told any living being, hell he even let the ape grunt live with him! He wanted more of the Dib than the Dib probably knew. Zim wanted life, he wanted freedom, he wanted....toast? He snapped back into the reality that he belonged to and walked down stairs to find the delicious crunchy burnt pieces of wheat's.As Zim walked in the kitchen he stretched, popping bones that e didn't even know existed behind his old PAK. The movement was flawless, and the slimline design made it so that he wasn't constantly asked why he always wore a back pack. he burnt up a bit of toast for himself and flopped down next to Dib, "Good morning....erm.... Did you sleep well?"
Dib had Been waiting down in the kitchen for while before Gir came in. He asked Dib if he wanted anything but he shook his head. When Gir began screaming, Dib had to shut him up quickly so as not to wake up Zim. "Okay! Okay! Make me some...ummm....TOAST! Just keep it down! You don't want to wake up Zim, do you?!" Gir stopped crying and let out one last scream of joy before running off to make Dib his toast. A few minutes later the little robot brought out the toast which he had burned slightly. Dib looked at it suspiciously before grabbing it off the plate Gir was holding out to him. He spread some butter on it and began to nibble on it. He wasn't hungry. He looked down at Gir and forced a smile out on his face before reaching down to pet the little robot. Gir smiled and let his tongue hang out of his mouth before running off to make more breakfast foods. A few minutes passed before the Irken entered the room, yawning and stretching his arms and back.
Dib glanced at him for a moment before returning back to staring down at his toast. Zim made his own toast before taking the seat next to Dib. The room was quiet for a moment before one of them spoke up. It took Dib a few seconds to realize that Zim was speaking to him. He snapped out of his thoughts."Huh?..Wha?...Oh! Morning...umm...fine, I guess..." Dib had looked up at the Irken for a split second before returning to his toast. Dib leaned forward in his seat and placed his arms on the counter, laying his head down on them and looking away from Zim.
The air hung thick with tension, and Zim couldn't stand it. A cool draft caught him just beneath the PAK, he shuddered. Gir was all too quiet and the only sound that broke the deafening silence was the occasional munch and crunch of one of the occupants taking another bite of toast. Zim felt obligated to say something, anything that would break the silence. "Dib... Last night I tripped over your damned back boulder-book-holder-thing and stubbed my toe... Keep it out of my way from now on or I'll...I'll...I'll feed it to Gir." Zim thought that his little say was nice enough. What the was used to and what the humans liked were two different things. Zim thought that he was just looking out for safety, though it did come out quite snide. The tension grew all too thick for him to stand.
The room was too quiet for comfort. Dib noticed Zim shiver slightly out of the side of his eye but just ignored it. Dib continued to nibble slowly on his piece of toast as he listened to the Irken taking small bites also. Dib didn't like the feeling he got from not talking to Zim. He didn't feel like talking to him but something about the silence just made it all the worse. He wanted to leave the room to escape the silence and Zim but before he could get up out of his seat, Zim spoke up again. When he mentioned his backpack and how he had hurt himself because of it, Dib was about to turn back toward him to apologize but when he heard the last part he changed his mind and continued to stare at the far wall, glaring. All too sarcastically he said, "Sooooorrrrrryyyyy....I'll TRY not to forget next time...." and then under his breath he added, "or not." He didn't really care if Zim had heard that last part as he got up to leave the room. He didn't care what t he Irken thought of him anymore. He had always hated him before so why would he feel differently about him now. Besides, it wasn't like Dib wasn't already used to that kind of thing. Practically everybody in his life hated him now. They all just thought he was some stupid, insane teenager crying out for attention. His feelings never really meant anything to anybody else. He knew nobody cared so he usually just tried to bottle up his emotions but over the years, that bottle was starting to crack and he knew that sooner or later they would all come flowing out at one point. He just wasn't sure when exactly that would be or how much more it would take to finally push him over the edge.
Zim had to do a double take at the Dib. His auditory sensors rang with the words that Dib had just said. In a blind rage Zim got up, throwing his chair into the far wall. 'How dare he show me such disrespect?!? me, the GREAT ZIM! The one who took him in when things looked down, the one who noticed him when no one else would!'
Livid with anger, Zim stormed up behind the boy and grabbed him by the hair, "Dib Beast," he began in a voice so calm and eerie it would make Bitters' cringe, "You will pick your shit up and keep it out of my way..." He grabbed Dib's bag and threw it to Gir, "Here Gir, the Dib has provided you a nice snack... Go ahead, he wants you to eat it." With that the energetic bot began to eat everything in the bag, saving the outside for last. All of Dib's work for school, his books, even his gym clothes were devoured by the tiny android.
"See Dib stink? Zim means what he says... Now," his face leaned dangerously close to Dibs', "when Gir hiccups the remains of your stuff, you may have the pleasure of cleaning it with your own two hands." Zim breathed deep through his protected nasal passages, Dib's scent coursed through him again. In his frustration Zim let the human go and stomped back to his lab. Gir pulled on Dib's leg as soon as the path was clear, "Big head boy, my tummy don't feel so good."
Dib winced slightly when he suddenly felt Zim pull his hair. He had been expecting it just in the case Zim had heard that last part, which he obviously had. He had heard the Irken throwing his chair across the room and hit the wall. He wasn't too surprised when he felt the tug at his hair and he just continued to glare out of the side of his eye at Zim when he came up closer to Dib's head. When Zim tossed Gir his backpack and told him to eat it, Dib's eyes suddenly widened . "No!" He said as he struggled to break away from the grip Zim had on him but it was too late. Gir had already devoured everything in it. Dib watched with wide eyes until Zim tugged on his hair again, bringing Dib's head closer to him again. Dib glared with all his might at the being behind him as he finished his orders before returning to one of his underground bases. After Zim had left, Dib stood there, his entire body shaking with fury. When he felt the little S.I.R. unit hugging h is leg, he looked down and glared horribly at him. He heard what the little robot said and before he could move away, Gir threw up what he had just eaten. Little ripped up scraps of paper went everywhere. The only things that came out nearly whole were his gym clothes and backpack however they were covered in drool and some other goop. Dib jumped back before turning on the little robot again. "My tummy feels better now, Big Head Boy!" He smiled stupidly at Dib. Dib, however, didn't find it cute. "Damn it, Gir!" He shook even more with anger. "GET...AWAY...FROM...ME...NOW,...GIR!!!!!" Gir gave him a confused look before saying , "but-" He was cut off by Dib who yelled at him again. "I SAID GET AWAY YOU FUCKED UP LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" Dib swung back his foot and kicked Gir across the room so he hit the wall before falling to the ground and whimpering. Gir scurried out of the room, crying to himself. Dib wasn't too worried about the little S.I.R. unit. He knew that Gir had been through much worse and would bounce back in a few hours. Dib stayed staring after him, still angry as hell.
That was it. Zim had managed to push him over the edge.Every emotion he had ever bottled up over the years came flowing out at that very moment. He screamed and yelled and swore at the Irken. " FUCK YOU, ZIM! FUCK YOU TO HELL! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! DAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING LITTLE ASSHOLE! I COULDN'T CARE LESS IF I NEVER SAW YOU AGAIN YOU LITTLE SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH AND I HOPE IT HAPPENS SOON!" Dib continued like that for a few minutes before he fell to his knees, needing to catch his breath. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He grabbed his backpack and threw his gym clothes back in it before running out the door, tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to stay with Zim any longer. "I'm never going back there! Never again! Not with that bastard! I'll get along just fine on my own!" Dib continued to run. He ran until his legs finally gave out. His distressed state of mind made it im possible to get too far before he couldn't run any more. He couldn't breath properly while crying. He only made it to the park before he fell down in the grass. He pulled himself up and found a bench near a tree. He sat under it and pulled his legs up close to his chest. He hugged them as close as he could to himself and buried his face in his arms and cried and cried for hours upon hours. All the previous tears he had ever kept back over the years were coming from him all at once.
A long time passed before he couldn't force any more tears out and he was feeling dizzy. He was thirsty and got up to get a drink from a nearby water fountain. His eyes were red and his nose was runny but he didn't care. He would cry again if he could have but he felt he was finally done for the day. He checked his watch. It was well past 2:00 already. He looked at the dark sky, seeing rain clouds forming above his head. It was going to rain soon but that didn't mean Dib was going to return to Zim' s house. He had decided he would never go back there again. Not after what had just happened. Dib pulled his trench coat tighter around himself for warmth as a cold wind blew by. He pushed his back as far back against the tree as he could. If it rained he hoped the tree would provide enough shelter to keep him getting too wet. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to overtake him again.
Zim sat in his labs, letting the himself stew in his anger for a bit before he could confront Dib again. The boy had said things that he had never heard anyone else say to him in his 180 years. He sat in his labs, tears falling from his eyes. He never thought that in their time as enemies that the Dib would ever take such a manner with him. Ever. Gir clung to his leg, weeping like a child who had been beaten. He had done some horrible things to the bot,but never did Gir cry like that. Zim could hear the door slam shut and felt more miserable than he had in ages. When he was sure that it was only the two of the, Zim picked up the weeping bot and tried to comfort him. Even with all his abuse, he had never really meant anything that he had said to Gir. Gir wept in his arms until they both could only sniffle. It was getting late and Zim was getting worried. He knew that some humans lived on the streets, and that it was a hard life. They weren't all the jolly hobos that t.v. portrayed, most were despicable excuses for life forms. His squeedly spooch turned inside him... something wasn't right...
MEANWHILE IN THE CITY...
A young blond man was snooping around, looking for something to do with is time. He was bored and stoned on half a dozen pills. He noticed a boy sleeping beneath a tree near by. The boy was young and had the looks of a real life anime bishonen. his chest rose and fell with the soft breaths of sleep. The blond quickly looked around, making sure that no one was around. The beautiful dark haired boy made waves of lust pool in his loins. He hadn't seen any action since his last lover kicked him out for screwing around, and he wasn't opposed to forcing such a supple looking bishi.
Resolutely the young man approached the sleeping boy, keeping a look out for any one who might notice him. Swiftly he grabbed the boy up from the ground and covered his mouth, letting the boys muffled and confused voice ring into only his hand. the boy was light and not nearly as strong as the man. He tore off before anyone could look their way and get him into trouble.
In a dark Alley way the young man pulled open a door that led into an older abandoned apartment. Almost every hobo in town knew this place, most just stayed there to do their drugs and leave, but a few, like him, brought someone there to have privacy. He sat the boy down and sat on his chest, pinning him down with his legs and a free arm. The boy beneath him struggled and yelled, though he ignored it. He tore strips of his shirt sleeve off and began to bind the boys arms together, making sure that they were behind him so that the bot couldn't swing at him. Next he bound the legs together, and then finally gagged him with a wadded up paper bag that more than likely once held a big bottle of liquor. He pulled out a knife and easily sliced the boy's clothes away, revealing beautiful pale skin beneath. He pulled the boy up to his feet and bent him over a moldy, dusty, broken down couch. The light that showed through the missing boards in the window illuminated the boy. The blond held the boy down with one arm, and looked his backside over with glassy, lusty eyes.
The dark haired youth's puckered entrance was pink and fresh. The man wasted no time in undoing and dropping his own pants, his member was fully erect. He shoved himself as far as he could into the youth as the boy screamed into his gag. The stranger moaned as the drugs made him feel as if he were fucking the best ass int he world. The boys entrance was tight, not as tight as a virgins, but damn close. He thrusted harder and faster, the blood from the boy acting as a lubricant. The man reached around, grabbing the boys member and pumped it until it was full hard. He didn't care how much this was hurting the beautiful one, he just cared that he was finally going to have a real orgasm. With out knowing who or what did it, the male felt a pain run through his lower back and out his chest.
Zim stood behind the man and thrust his pyddma mak up through his body. The blond fell, dead before he even hit the ground. Zim ran in front of Dib, pulling the gag from his mouth as he asked with tears beginning to form in his eyes, "Dib beast! Are you okay?!?"
It had all happened so fast. Dib had been sleeping and before he knew it he was in a beat up old room with a perverted man fucking him. He felt the hands slip over his mouth and his body being swept up off the ground. It took him a moment to realize that he was being kidnapped but before he could scream, his mouth had already been covered tightly. That didn't mean he couldn't try. His muffled cries for help fell on deaf ears however. He kicked his legs out trying to struggle out of his grip but he couldn't manage to break free. His body was in too much pain from all the emotional stress it had been put under in that one day. Tears trailed down his already tear stained cheeks once again as he was carried to a new place.
Dib was thrown down on his back and the weight of the older man on top of him was too much for him. Dib screamed out as loud as he could trying to get any body's attention outside but he soon found that he was being tied down. "NO! LET ME GO! LET ME-" He had an old bag thrust into his mouth before he could continue. Tears were falling down his face and soaking into the bag, giving it an even fouler taste than it already had. Salt and alcohol really didn't mix. Dib looked up in horror at the other on top of him when he saw the blade. He closed his eyes tightly as he expected to feel pain next but only felt the top of his shirt being ripped open. When Dib realized what was going on, he opened his eyes wider than before and even more scared than he had been earlier. He struggled with all his might as he was pulled roughly to his feet and turned around just to be pushed back down over the couch. Dib could hear the sound of the man playing around with the buckle to his pants and undoing them so they fell to the ground. Dib shut his eyes as tightly as he could, waiting for what he was sure to happen next. He felt pain surge through his body all at once with the thrust of the man behind him. He screamed through the bag and bit down into it, just hoping this was all a bad dream he would wake up from soon. Dib managed to open his eyes a peak and look down at the floor. His vision was blurring from all the pain and he wasn't sure how long he could last before passing out completely.
He did see one thing though. He could see drops of blood falling to the ground and he realized it was his own. Dib began to shake underneath the other from fear and shook even more violently when he felt foreign hands reaching down between his own legs and grabbing his exposed member. Dib squirmed underneath the touch and attempted to scream again. It felt nothing like what Zim had done to him. It all hurt too much for him. Just as Dib was s about to give up struggling, he saw more blood drop on the floor but this time he was sure it wasn't his own. The man inside of him stopped thrusting and moving altogether. Dib felt the man's shaft slide out of him and did his best to scramble forward out from underneath him. The older man's body hit the ground hard behind him and Dib could feel his vision fading quickly. Everything around him was going dark and disappearing. Before he completely passed out, he saw a blurred green and red form stepping in front of him. He heard distant words but had a hard time making them out. He could feel the bag being removed from his mouth and he managed to say one thing before consciousness left him completely. "Zi...Zim?" His words were slurred and he finally gave in, everything blacking out at that moment. The last thing he saw or felt before that moment was a hand being reached out to his face and stroking it as gently as he could.