Misery Is The Embrace Of Love

Okay, here is a re-issue of my story with better formatting!!! Read and review please!!!!

'What a miserable day...' thought the former Irken Invader. Gir bounced around happily as Zim wrapped more bandages around his bleeding arms.

"Masser!!!! Your arms is crying on the floor!" Gir pointed our his obvious injuries and dripping blood. Zim simply growled his temper beneath his breath, hoping that the pain would soon subside. All things considered, this was of his own doing. He was the one who set the Dib up at that horrible S.E.N. place that he worked at.

Zim had gone into Dib's office, dressed as a human officer, planning to spook him good, and get him fired. He told Dib's boss man that he was arresting Dib on drug charges. It was only a matter of seconds before Dib-worm was brought to him by his fellow earth apes. Once he saw that it was Zim, he tried to tell everyone; Head Honcho, Disembodied head, Tunaghost, and Nessy were all standing there, laughing at him. Dib's mind must have snapped into a bunch of little pieces because with everyone there thinking that he was a cop, he launched himslf at Zim . Head Honcho figured out that Zim wasn't really a cop and kicked them out.They fought for the better part of the day before Dib finally got his just desserts.

Zim pinned the putrid stink beast against the wall with his battle legs and pummelled him until his fists bled. Dib got in a few good hits, even attempting to kick Zim's 'crotch' . Zim laughed a little at that pathetic attempt at bringing him to his knees. Dib didn't realise that Irkens were bred for this style of warfare. They have protective seathes that hold all that, if they didn't then the Irkens wouldn't be the most powerful race in the known universe. Zim kneed him back, letting Dib's limp form fall to the ground. Some of the insults that he threw were worse than the blows he dealt. Everytime that filth beast opened his food hole he reminded Zim that he was digraced by his race, ordered to never contact mother Irk again.

So he left Dib-worm lying there. Zim hoped on his way home that the filthy beast would choke upon what the humans called blood.

Dib limped his way to his car, still parked in the S.E.N. lot. Zim had really done a number on him that day. He wondered as he got in what provoked Zim to try something like that. Dib hadn't contacted Zim since they left Hi-Skool almost three years ago. Sure there were skirmishes between them, but most of them were initiated by Zim. Dib drove himself ot his little two bedroom apartment, where he thought he could clean up and go out, if only to find comfort in the arms of another lover.

Dib's financial state was decent due to the multi million dollar trust fund that his dad had set him up at birth. With it he paid for everything, including companionship. He often found himself a lover that would stick around for a while, until they discovered that Dib was willing to pay for it all, and tried to take advantage of it. He only worked at the S.E.N. Institute for fun, and to prove things to the world, though he seldom came across an agent that would believe him.

He Limped from his car, droplets of blood falling where they may. His Roommate, M, was obviously out at the time, and Dib thanked his lucky stars for that. They had been roomie for almost two years and it was always akward coming home after a fight with Zim. M usually asked him why he was so bloody, and then would get pissy when Dib dripped a bit of blood on the floor. 'Doesn't he realise yet that I'm trying to save the world from alien scum like Zim?' he would usually think, though todays thoughts went straight to, 'Where in hell did I put my self repair kit?'

His self repair kit was lying under his bed along with his laptop. As he sutured himself up, he began to think about what all was going on. Lately it seemed that Zim was attacking him more and more, and the beatings had been getting worse and worse. He had given up the fighting because of how bad his injuries were getting. At one point Zim had actually impaled him through the stomach with one of his mechanical legs... Hte doctors had told him at that point that if he did indeed keep fighting that he would kill himself inside a year. Dib didn't want that, he wanted to hunt Zim down and expose him to the wold...his only living proof of sanity.

Dib sewed a particullarly deep gash on his cheek shut and set the kit to the side. His laptop began beeping that there was an incoming call.

" Agent Mothman?" It was Head Honcho.

" Yes sir, what do you need sir?" Dib replied with a slight salute to his higher up.

Head Honcho rolled his eyes, "Mothman, due to your past and present outbursts at the Institute, we have decided to terminate your position in our office, as well as your position in our group. We cannot have you running around chasing your friend, and drawing negative attention to a prestigious organization such as the S.E.N."

Dib almost fell over at that, "Sir, please NO! The S.E.N. is my life! If I did not have it I would go insane!"

Head Honcho stiffled a laugh at this," You are but a hairs breath away from there any ways! Please return all equiptment and tools loaned to you, for reaserch and such, tomorrow. If any of it is damaged then we will take it out of your final check, if it goues above the amount of your final check.... then we'll send some one to break your legs... Head Honcho out."

With that his screen went back to it's background of Zim at the senior Home coming Bonfire, smiling and laughing at the flames. The picture pulled a twinge at Dibs heart. That was the first time he had actually heard Zim laugh a real laugh, and not a maniacal-world-domination laugh, but a genuinely heart felt laugh. Dib immortalized the moment with his camera, forever freezing an image of the real Zim, the one that he thought that might exist some where deep inside the alien.

Dib caught himself in that little train of thought and mentally strangled himself. He only wished that Zim cold have a decent side to him... Zim never showed anything twards him but anger, spite, hatred... the list went on.

Dib went to the sink and gave himself a quick sponge bath, and applied his deoderant, he didn't want to send any potentional company away with a foul smell. He carefully seleted a sharp outfit to go out in. His lower body donned short black leather pants that had bands of skin showing between bands of leather. The leather strips were held on by clear fishing line, giving the appearance that the strips were just encircling his legs of their own free will.He had made these back around his eighteenth birthday so that he had something unique to go out to the goth clubs in. He pulled a long sleeve mesh shirt over his bloodied and bandaged chest.

At the mirror Dib checked his appearance. He would rate himself modersate at best, even though he had a body to kill for.

M came in, "Hey, where you going, looking so fly?" M's black eyyes looked Dib over.

"I'm going up town to see if I can find some company for the night. Zim beat the shit out of me again, so I need to go and take some of my frustrations out. You wanna come with?" Dib offered M with a smile.

"Naw, dawg, I got the Campella twins coming over for a while," He laughed self satisfyingly, togue sticking out. "Yeah, well I was going to ask you to go out if you didn't already have plans."

Dib found this a little insulting, and just let it roll off his back like water and oil, "well I had better get going before they fill up. See ya tomorrow ..... hopefully." Dib headed twards the door.

"Yeah, see ya later G, Remember, we need more pizza for the week."

Dib shut the dor behind him, ' man does that guy have any consider anything but himself?! Oh,well..... I guess I'll go to the Masks And Gloves tonight' He thought to himself.


Zim stood in his living room, dressing himself for his late night job. He made sure that GIR was peacefully recharging himself, and wouldn't wake up before Zim returned. He wasn't proud of his job, hell he was down right ashamed, but it brought money into the house to support him and GIR. It seemed that some one had called into the electricity and propert people, turning Zim's base in for stealing electricity and using land with out the owners permission. Zim had to pack up his base in a hurry and install the computer in a slummy apartment that was too expensive. GIR went through enough food in a week to put them in a poor house, so ZIM had to find a job, if only to keep the roof over their heads and electricity to power Computer's core functions. He hated his boss, the guy was a grade A prick, and his co-workers were all stupid beef cows in human flesh.

As he walked out the door, Zim looked back at the inside of his slummy apartment. It wasn't much, but it was his. He flicked the light out and locked all 7 locks on the outside of the door.

His job was only two blocks away, in what was considered the Ghetto. He kept his pak on high alert, in case some one decided that Zim would become Splat. A couple of the local drug lords recognised him, but let him pass. THey knew him from seeing him work; They knew what he could do for them. Inside the establishment, Zim pulled off his street cover clothes, 'well it's time to shine, I only hope that I get a few good tips tonight.'

Zita spotted him and signalled him that he was up next. She had been a D.J. there for a few monthes now and knew what he liked.

"He'll take you on a journey through the stars, He'll keep you going all night long, Gentlemen please welcome our very own Irken Invader Back here at the Masks And Gloves!" Zita announced over the intercom. Zim walked out on stage, feeling the potential renters eying him up and down. He began his dance.

Keeping his motions smooth and fluid, Zim worked two songs into one powerfully seductive dance, the lights Zita set bounced off of him and set the mood for a fantasy a la Zim. 'If this doen't get them to pay out, I don't know what will' he thought to himself. He wouldn't find out until the end of the night when the Bossman would call all the dancers in and give them their over night assignments.

As he finished his last dance, Zim opened his eyes, just to give the guys a peek at what they were missing out on, that is when it all fell apart for him. There in the front row, Dib-worm stood, watching him in awe through the small masks that the receptionist supplied. There was no mistaking those honey eyes, nor the cowlick of hair that stood up like a scythe. His mouth gaped wide open, amber eyes glazed over in disbelief. Zim knew there would be hell to pay later. Collecting his moneys, he left the stage in a less than graceful fashion, knowing that it would lose his points with the more respectful clients.

Backstage the image of Dib's face had burned itself into his mind. Dib looked so relaxed and seemed to be fantasising. A shudder ran through zim, 'The Dib worm was tunred on by that little display, gross. Lucky me I got him fired, so he won't be able to beat out the bidding in the cockpit.'

Zim went out behing the club with a few of the other male dancers to have a smoke. They always traveled in a group for saftey. They began talking for what seemed the millionth time about how they got to be in this bussiness.

Zim took a long drag, " Well you know very well that I was down on my luck, Torque, You knew me in middle school! Do you think that I, ZIM would sell my superior body to filthy sacks of flesh like them?"he indicated to the gentlemen entering the club. He hate the fact that that he went from invader to whore in less than two months. A twinge of grief pulled at his squeedly spooch. He had lost his virgintiy to a random human male his first night of work. It had hurt him physically and metally, and he spent the next two days retching his spooch clean of all the male had left in him.

Torque looked at him, "You know very well that i can't remember that far back anymore... Thanks to those nice little pills that my clients give me I usually can't remember my own name..." his head fell alittle. Zim felt no compassion fo rnay of the other strippers, they wee what they were from their own decisions, Zim was a play thing for the Irken fates.

Back inside Zim did two more dances under his dancing name, "Irken Invader". He figured that it fit well enough, due to the fact that he couldn't think straight at the time. The guys went wild, throwing everything from money to roses to stuffed creatures to Zim.

One gentleman approached the stage after his last dance, " Hey there cutie, where did you get that tatoo done?" Zim recognised the idle chit chat that the guys made before asking the bigest questions.

" Well, this is a skin condition that i have had all my life, and if you want to see me after hours, you have to go to the cockpit and out bid everyone else." the guys eyes widened to the size of saucers," Yeah I know what you were working twards.. Half the men in here ask me the same thing every friday," Zim patted the young patron on the head, "don't looked so shocked. I can give you a private dance in back for thirty..." Zim suggested, knowing that private dance moneys were the for the dancers only. The boss man only got a ten percent cut from that

The young man blushed and pulled the cash out, handing Zim a wad of ones, and followed him to the privacy rooms.


Dib watched as the young man handed Zim a huge wad of cash with a twinge of indirect hatred. He had been so happy earlier watching the one that he hated, seeming to dance for only him. It was almost erotic to him the way Zim danced, his body was so insync, and his motions were perfect in every way.

'his dance earlier had me really going... the way that his hips moved in unison with the music..." Dib mentally slapped a hand ove his mouth, 'what am I thinking?! this is the alien that i tried to capture for years, the very same one that beat the shit out of me earlier today... How can he turn me onlike that?! Sweet Hades what is wrong with me?!? I can't be turned on by him! He's attacked me, nearly killed me many times, and here I am thinking about him in ways that are never propper!'

Dib sat there thinking about waht Zim had done to him. He could have sworn that earlier Zim had looked him in the eye with those crimson eyes that matched his speedo. Zim could only imagine what that speedo had hiden from him, and yet again kicked himself mentally. He only snapped out of it when one of the waiters approached him and asked him if he wanted to go into the cockpit for the nightly bidding. Dib nodded and followed the gentleman past a door marked with a demon slaying an angel. He had never gone in there before, and wondered what to expect.

Inside the room were several coushy, worn down chintz chairs and about a dozen or so gentleman discussing who they wanted to pay for the night with. Dib took a seat near the back as the auction style sales began.

Professor Membrane approached the podium on the small stage, making Dib damn near jump out of his skin in shock. 'So this is how dad always made his spare cash, wait until I tell Gaz!' He thought to himself, shuddering at the other thoughts about his father running this type of place. He had no problem telling anyone that he was infact gay, anyone that is except for the professor. 'Oh, well, tonight will be a suprise for him, if he even recognises me...'

"Welcome all my masked friends to the nightly bidding. First up will be Torque. This young man can lift just about anything in any weight class. I'll start the bidding for him at two-fifty!" The professor announced into a crackly microphone.there were a few rouds of bidding before Torque was finally rented at five hundred even. A small, but very dominating looking guy walked up and claimed his prize. Dib spaced out for the next few rounds of guys all wearing jeans and tank tops.

"Now, one of our more favored guys, Zim! He's as exotic as you can get. Reviewes have said that his skin as smooth as silk and there is not a hair on his body. I'll start this round at four-hundred and seventy-five." Membrane yelled out to the crowd. There were only three of the strippers left, and still about nine guys including Dib.


Zim aproached the front stage and looked out at the gentlemen whom wished to stay the night with him. There near theback sat Dib, sending a chill down his spine. Zim knew that the Dib was there for him. Why, he didn't know, but he knew that the Dib-monkey would place a bid on him.