Ah Zim and Dib Romance - Ch. 2

Dib looked up but immediately regretted it, he felt horrible. He wiggled his jaw around, it felt fractured.

He opened his mouth and grunted “I…guess that you can’t be sure.” he contemplated on how to show his loyalty, and he just sighed. Zim was still leaning so close to him; Dib could feel Zim’s hot breath on his face, although he wasn’t focused on the boy at the moment. With a grunt of frustration he reached up, eyes closed tightly, and closed the gap between them.

Zim’s eyes widened, to shocked to pull away for a moment before he sputtered and shouted “What was that?!” he grimaced and rubbed a tattered sleeve against his face.

Dib’s blurry eyes widened at the same time Zim had pulled away. “Um…it was to show you that…err, I’m loyal t-to you.” he stuttered, trying to save him self.

Zim rubbed a thoughtful hand on his chin. “Is that how you show loyalty? Very well, but I’ll keep a close eye on yooouuu…” he said, his voice dripping with paranoid suspicion.

“Oh! And by the way, you were always insane, Dib stink.” Zim snorted and roughly picked up Dib whom gave a small squeak from the sudden movement and his hands flew over his stomach and cringed. Zim hid his surprise; the Dib was so light, maybe a little to light…like the human hadn’t eaten in days.

“Do you eat healthily, Human? I don’t want you to die on me from malnutrition right after you finally submitted to Me.” he grunted, trying not to show concern for the boy.

“Oh… well. Uh, dad’s never usually home, and when there’s no food in the kitchen Gaz just goes out to Bloaty’s. I sometimes just go to MacMeaties and get a burger and poop cola. Sometimes…” he managed to get out; the pain was intensified when Zim had moved him. But it…was oddly comforting for Zim to hold him like this.  He sighed and nuzzled his face into Zim’s sensitive throat without a second thought. Zim squeaked from the sudden intimate touch but let it slide. Blaming it on the fact the kid was beaten almost senseless.

Zim clacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a nervous habit he never tried to quit. Dib bit his lip, his own nervous habit. They had no idea what to do next. Try to rule the world of course, but how? There’re many different ways to go about this. They could start a huge world war, then hit when they were the weakest, like afterwards. Whoever lost would be first because they would have lost many resources and people. Yet, they could also just hit the weak spot in humanity. But they would have to find it first; it would most likely be a disease of some sort. Zim cackled at the thought, making the weary Dib squeak in surprise and snap at him.