VINDICATION

Chapter 55: Research

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******IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER TYPE NOTE: Anubis 5 is a reference to a rapper in the group Exit Theme, meant as a tribute to his coolness, and I am not making any money off of the nod to Anubis 5. He just rocks, that's all.


One week later

“So there’s nothing?” Dib frowned, puzzled.

“Not a single thing about any surgery, other than getting your tonsils out.” Melvin set the papers down and shrugged.

Dib nodded slowly. “I guess I’ll have to look into it.” He smiled. “Thanks anyway, Melvin, I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

Dib turned off the transmitter, frowning and rubbing the back of his neck. He jumped when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.

“So there you are, Dib.” Zim purred, biting the back of his neck roughly.

Dib shivered, groaning softly. “Hey.”

“Did the Melvin-beast find anything?” He slid his gloved hands down the front of Dib’s shirt, pinching and tugging on his nipples.

Dib gasped and arched into Zim’s pinching fingers, grabbing his hands and pulling them out of his shirt, standing up and facing him, smiling awkwardly, his cheeks flushed. “No.” He looked around and met Zim’s eyes again. “Were you wanting something?” He quirked a brow. Ever since they’d taken control of The Massive, Zim had been far more confident, far more aggressive, and far more…sexually driven. Not that Dib minded, of course…

“Perhaps.” Zim snickered, one of his spider-legs emerging and hooking in the collar of Dib’s shirt.

“Oh no you don’t!” Dib laughed, grabbing the end of the spider-leg and holding it at bay. “No more ripping my shirts, Zim, seriously!” He grabbed the second spider-leg that shot towards his waistband, holding it away as well. “OR my pants! All I’m going to have left to wear are Invader uniforms, and you only have two that fit me!”

Zim snickered, engaging in a pseudo-arm wrestling match with Dib using his two spider-legs. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, Dib-worm. What’s wrong with the Irken uniform?”

Dib’s arms quivered, his biceps tense as he fought against the spider-legs. “I…I’m not a big…fan of…pink.” He grunted.

Eventually tiring of their battle, Zim retracted his spider-legs and grabbed Dib around the waist, kissing him hard and backing him towards the wall, pressing him up against it. When he lifted his head, his scarlet eyes narrowed seductively. “You’re much stronger now than you were on Earth.”

Dib shrugged, his cheeks flushed. “I’ve been working out.”

“Oh?” Zim quirked an antenna, unbuttoning Dib’s jeans and dipping his hand inside.

Dib gasped, grabbing Zim’s shoulders. “Y-yeah…helping with the ship construction in the last few months on Earth helped…plus…mmm…plus I’ve been exploring a lot. This ship is freaking huge, it’s no wonder they called it The Massive. And I was helping out in the cargo bay for a few hours while I was looking at the stuff…”

“I see.” Zim purred, coaxing Dib’s shaft out of his boxers with a gloved hand. “You do understand that you’re above such work, yes?”

Dib groaned, reaching up and stroking Zim’s antennae with both hands. “I…I know…but I want to learn…”

Zim purred, his eyes drifting closed as he dipped his head, letting Dib play with his antennae. “Ah, Dib…” he sighed, “that feels good.”

Dib smiled. “You do realize someone could walk in on us, right?”

Zim snickered. “Let them walk in.”

“Ah, so you’ve become an exhibitionist?”

One of Zim’s eyes narrowed. “A what?”

“Never mind.” Dib chuckled and shook his head, kissing his alien lover deeply, stroking his neck and twirling one of his antennae around his finger.

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On Anubis 5, a small moon in the Vort System…


“It’s certainly unprecedented, yes…it’s the first time we’ve seen such behaviour in one of the monitors.”

The other Vortian scientist nodded, quirking his horn-things. “But how is it doing that? According to observations of the rest of that sample, it would be safe to assume that that particular group has not yet achieved such a high rate of speed, nor have they ventured beyond the boundaries of their own system.”

“Perhaps the monitor has been picked up? What fleets have been in that system of late?” The Head Scientist, Munin, frowned slightly.

One of the technicians scanned through a mass of data, finding the information with relative ease. “The Irkens. The Irken Armada has just left that system in the last week.”

“The entire Armada?!” Munin gaped at his assistant. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, Sir.”

“We must find the monitor and destroy it, then, lest the Irken scum suspect something or discover the monitor’s true purpose and hunt us down. They have already enslaved our home world…we must continue to wage the war for freedom.” Munin turned back to the screen showing the monitor in question, a deep frown on his face. “Bring me Lard Nar.”