brb suicide - Ch 16

brb suicide
By Kitteh and NeoFox
Rating: PG
Warnings: It’s gay ya’know. It’s gay.
Disclaimer: Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim.  So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM!  We just want to borrow Zim and Dib for a fic, so calm yourselves.
Summary: ZADR. AU. A bass ackwards universe in which Dib is just your regular run of the mill emo in middle skool, his father isn't the renowned Professor and Zim is actually smart and oh so fabulous.
Beta: Tanalilt

Chapter 16

The walk to the arcade wasn't really that long at all, since the building was only a few short blocks away. To Dib, it felt like eternity. There had been complete silence the whole walk, and his mood had not lifted once the entire time coming out of the club. Since Zim had refused his coat, Dib had gladly put it back on. It had gotten much colder, so he was at least a little happy that he didn't have to deal with that. As soon as they were both near the doors, Dib still opened them for the other teen. Even though he had reason, he wouldn't act like a complete jerk on a date.

The inside of the arcade wasn't very crowded. Most of the usual teens that lurked inside had already wasted all of their money and gone home. There were only a few lurkers, but even they were mostly standing around, wishing that they had money to spend. Dib paid none of them any mind, and instead looked down at Zim, trying to find something to say. He was still at a loss for words, though and only shrugged his shoulders. "What do you wanna play first?" It was the only real thing he could ask.

Zim looked from one side straight through to the other; such primitive gaming systems. This was past 'old skool', this was down right chalk drawings on a cave wall. "A game where you kill humans, lots of blood, lots screaming, lots of begging for mercy but you kill their pathetic selves anyway." He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Dib, tapping a foot expectantly. "Have any of those? Zim has some frustration to vent. Anger, sexual, excreta, excreta." He twirled a hand as he spoke.

Dib ignored Zim's reasonings as he looked back up at each game around. His eyes caught sight of a couple of shooters that were unoccupied in the far corner of the arcade. He pointed towards them with one hand while he dug in his pocket with the other. "You can try those out. I haven't been here in a long time so, I can't remember what they're like." He handed some money over to Zim then dropped his hands back down. "I'm sure they're all full of zombies and blood, and what not."

Claws took one of the quarters, rolling it curiously between them as Zim looked it over. He perked some and glanced to Dib. "Zombies? I like zombies. Zombies are sexy." He plopped the quarter back in his palm with the others and snatched Dib's coat sleeve. "Come. Shoot sexy zombies with Zim." He gave the other no choice as he dragged him towards the machine.

Dib was surprised that Zim actually wanted him anywhere near the same game, but he didn't try to protest. "Alright, sure." It didn't mean he still wasn't upset. He was fine with shooting things just as much as Zim was. As soon as they got to the machine, Dib picked up one of the guns and clicked the trigger a few times even though the coins still hadn't been placed in.

Zim looked the machine up and down and scoffed to himself. He inserted the coins needed for either of them, the game gave a shriek with each one. Zim blinked. "... Charming." He put the rest in a pants pocket under his skirt. He took up the gun rather gingerly and watched on the screen the 'story' for the game. Two police fellows walked on screen, polygon as can be, into a 'necro' science lab looking for a phone because their car stopped. Zim tapped the screen pointing to the guy with the black hair (the other had blonde, otherwise they were identical). "That guy is me. And my guy, he's SO doing your guy. They just got back from a romp in the back seat. See, that's why the car is REALLY broken. Too much force put into pelvic thrust." Zim wryly looked at Dib. "Oh. And your guy: bottoms. Born a bitch, die a bitch." He grinned teeth.

Dib stared at the screen for a good long while before he finally turned his attention back to Zim. He tried to open his mouth, but no sound would come out. He tried a different tactic and moved his hand that held the gun, pointing it at Zim as he tried to get some kind of point across. That didn't work either. In the end, Dib let out a long sigh and shook his head, turning his eyes back to the screen as a small smirk came to his face and only one word finally left him. "Pervert."

Zim's grin was everything victorious and he cackled low through his teeth. "I totally am." He nodded agreeingly, looking back to the screen.

In game the two cops, on closer inspection of inside the lab, found their shock when equally god awful polygon zombies, oozing green blood with red blood dripping from their mouth, jumped out to attack them.

'My GOD, they're, they're not human!' one police guy badly acted. 'What HAPPENED here!?'

"Orgy gone bad. The dogs were allergic to peanut butter, and the gerbils were rabid." Zim lifted his gun to point it at the screen as the actual game started.

Dib looked over at Zim once more with a raised brow, but quickly realized he wasn't surviving too well in the game. That’s when he looked back at the screen and started to shoot as best he could. Most of his shots missed, but he got by well enough, having to reload every few seconds considering he went through bullets like water.

Zim, on the other hand, went on a bloody massacre, shooting legs and arms off first with a cackle to watch the zombies bumble around trying to attack with limbs they didn't have. He riddled their bodies with bullets before putting them out of their misery with a head shot. A survivor ran across the screen as they went pleading for help and Zim shot them, several times over with a cackle. "Taste Zim's mercy! It is delish!"

Dib was about to speak up about how those people weren't exactly targets, but, he didn't want to ruin Zim's fun. He gave a simple shrug and continued his own small rampage, less bloody and with more shots to walls than bodies. A few of the lurkers were starting to watch because of Zim's small shouts, and it caused Dib to glance back and his character to loose a good amount of health.

"Poor police-man-Dib. So sad from the zombie nibbles." Zim pegged each zombie in the head in the group that were attack Dib. He gave a winning grin, blowing the 'smoke' from his gun, giving a wink Dib's way knowing the boy would hate the gloating. Then on the screen new zombies popped out, giggling bouncy clown zombies that completely ruined Zim's demeanor as he let out a terrified shriek, dropping his gun as he ran from the game to hide behind a group of street fighting arcade games.

The sudden change in mood startled Dib, but he didn't really have time to react. He had more to deal with than just his own batch of zombies. He fired shot after shot at each one, but he was doing just as well then as he was before. Halfway through it was game over and Dib let out a defeated noise. One of the lurkers sipped at a soda before mumbling a 'you suck' and walking away. That only caused Dib to growl and turn around clicking the trigger at the teen, wishing it would actually fire in real life.

Zim peered past the 'Klucky-foo Turkey' arcade game at Dib, eyes wide. "Are they gone?"

Dib quickly turned, startled when he heard Zim's voice. At first the question confused him, but it didn't take long for him to understand what the teen meant. "Yeah, they're gone." He put the gun back where it belonged and stepped away from the game, walking towards Zim. "Would you rather play something else? I'm obviously no good at that anyway."

When Dib was near Zim gripped Dib's sleeves, peering past him at the game and gave a disappointed pout. "Aww. You lost." He looked up at Dib. "You didn't kill them and avenge your oh-so-amazing police-man lover." He smirked. "You should have ran back to the car and had one last fling in the back seat." His eyes snapped wide. "Or were you made a lov'n slave by those scary things." Zim shuddered in utter disgust.

Dib gave a small grin at that. He shifted around a bit to take his coat off, and as soon as the large piece of clothing was off his body he draped it over Zim's shoulders instead. Still amused at how it almost covered the entire teen's frame. "Don't worry, I still belong to the police-man." He leaned down and kissed Zim's forehead, pulling back just as quickly after.

Zim blinked a few times before he quickly slipped his arms through the sleeves of the coat, adjusting it to no real means on his shoulders. "Good." He nodded, returning with a new grin. "Because this police-guy has the best durn back seat in all of the known universes - even some of the parallel ones." He swayed his hips in a cocky fashion, not that it could be seen too well under the large trench coat.

Dib couldn't help laughing and easily wrapped his arms around Zim's waist afterwards, pulling the smaller body close to his own. He ran the metal stud on his tongue against Zim's neck for a few seconds before he spoke up as he pulled back. "We should make good use of it."

Zim squirmed but gave a laugh of his own. "Before they come and get you. Drag you away and make you their zombie pleasure slave. Of course Zim will survive, thanks to his expert shooting ability. He'll be sad in losing his back seat buddy. Burn his car in memory of his police-partner-guy." He surveyed each game around them. "What game now?"

Dib moved his head back up and looked around. One of his hands left Zim's waist so he could point to each machine as he named it. "Well, there are a few fighting games we could try. Some sports games, but, I don't know much about those." His hand then moved over to point at a large machine with a few rails on it. "There's that weird dance game everyone usually plays." He then pointed towards a few other machines. "Some space shooter games. Weird, alien stuff. That kind of thing." His hand dropped back down. "Take your pick."

"Dance?" Zim looked to the dancing game machine, with its many flashing lights. "Flash dance." He looked at Dib with interested amusement. "Dance like we danced at the dark screamy dance place we were just at? Now that sounds like a game Zim could very much like playing… -a lot."

Dib shook his head while he pulled back from the other. "No, not like that. It's much different." He rolled his eyes as he looked towards the machine. "A lot more annoying as well." He stared at the machine for a few moments before he couldn't take the lights anymore. "It's more like a competition, I guess you could say. You have to follow these little arrows, and if you keep missing, you fail."

"Sounds unnaturally complicated, freakish, and wrong. Let's go dance!" Zim grabbed Dib's shirt and pulled him over to the flashing dance game. He looked down. "So. Those are the arrows? And you dance on the arrows?" He poked them with a foot. He stepped on one and then stepped on another. "It's like some giant, mutated controller. For your feet."

Dib whined as he was pulled along. He hated the game so much, and never really played it. He had only done so once when he had come to the arcade, and a few people pushed him onto it during a weird dance-off. "You step on whatever arrow the game tells you to at the time. It takes some coordination." He looked up at the screen and pointed. "See how the arrows are hitting the mark? You have to hit those same marks with your feet."

Zim poked the arrows on the ground with his feet with what the demo did on the screen, glancing down a few times, feeling a little dizzy after he did it quickly too many times. "Doesn't seem too difficult. I have excellent coordination! And oh-so-amazing legs." He ran claws up and down his thin legs with a smirk. The green boy then fed the machine quarters for the both of them. Sticking out his tongue Zim poked around at the options before he surfed through the different songs they could dance to. "Stupid, Dumb. Smelly. Ugly. Ugh... it burns. Nope. No. Newp. Nuh-uh. Nada. No, the singer sounds like she swallowed a cheese grater. Oh! This one sounds decent." Zim selected the song before moving back to his dance pad. He glanced to Dib. "Just remember, move your hips, Dib-pet. At least you'd look good while losing horribly to Zim." He narrowed eyes and smirked.

Dib hadn't planned on playing at all, but since he was suddenly an unwilling participant, he had no choice. He narrowed his eyes on Zim for a few seconds and even as he stepped onto the large dance pad. "I don't see why you couldn't have done this yourself." He heard the song start up and quickly turned his eyes to the screen. The arrows were starting to move up, and with them Dib almost stumbled to try his best to keep up, hitting his feet on each one that was below him. He saw a lot of 'poor' and not a lot of 'perfect'.

Zim kept flicking his eyes back up and down, growing dizzy a few times and almost stumbling off the dance stand. "So… so many colours. They dance, and move-- and this game would be great after about ten glasses of coffee." He watched Dib dance, gathering how the game should be played, but he bounced with both feet on single arrows just to mess around. He cackled when he got the beat down, gaining a few 'perfects', beating Dib's score; which wasn't all that hard. Though the game would have been so much easier to play with precision if he could use the metal spider limbs in his pak; it would defeat the entire purpose of a secret identity - but at least he'd win the game.

Dib gave up on actually trying to win - there was no point. Instead, he gave in and decided to have a little fun with the machine. He screwed around, trying to use only one foot, hopping around from arrow to arrow. That made his score even worse, but that was the least of his worries. His eyes turned to Zim, and a small grin grew on his face. With his other foot, he moved it and pushed at the teen's foot that was closest to him. Anything to play around and mess Zim up.

Zim swatted Dib. "Hey! No cheating." He gave a smirk. "Or I'll come over and do this-!" He leapt from his dance pad onto Dib's, stomping on the wrong arrows and sometimes the right ones. The sad fact was that Zim's messing around improved Dib's score, more than it lowered it.

Dib was about to yell at Zim to stop, but shut his mouth when he saw his score. He stepped back a bit near the railing to watch, but soon started to grin. "Fine then." With those two simple words, Dib moved off of his side and onto Zim's own. Of course, when he started to press onto Zim's arrows it didn't exactly help Zim's score.

"H-heeyy." Zim huffed. The song ended and both their ending score results were horrible. "Aww. You made my score worse. But I made yours better." He tapped the screen. He leaned back on the rail and crossed his legs at the ankle. "Your turn to pick the song, dance-dance-dancer-Dib."

The same random lurker stared at the screen, slurping his cola. They looked at Dib. "You suck." And they walked off again.

The voice caused Dib to turn around and glare at the person's back. He wanted the gun back, even though it wouldn't do anything. With a huff, he turned his eyes back to the screen and started to pick through each of the songs. He hated every single one. They all sounded so upbeat. He finally settled on one that didn't pierce his ears too badly and moved back to his original spot. "I feel like I'm going to need a shower after all of this is over."

Zim perked Dib's way. "Can Zim join?" But before Dib could answer, the song started and the green teen was instantly engrossed in getting constant perfects; while showing off best he could with a sway of hips here and there.

The question made Dib forget about the game for a moment and turn his attention to Zim. "What?" But, seeing that the other was suddenly dancing, he remembered he was supposed to be doing the same thing. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Zim's body, though, and he really didn't care all the much for the game. So, it was easy to tell which won out in the end as Dib's score got worse and worse.

Zim glanced at Dib's side of the screen then Dib himself. "Would you like it better if I danced naked? It would give you so much more to look at, especially when Zim jumps up and down." The song ended and his gaze flicked to their score. Zim admired his better score while amused over Dib's terrible one. He leaned back to the railing once more, slouching leisurely in a cocky stance. Bragging his victory in a grin rather than boasting.

The suggestion caused Dib to blush. When the song ended, he quickly looked back at the screen, but knowing he would loose, it didn't matter much to him. He looked back at Zim and narrowed his eyes. The way Zim was grinning didn't really upset him, but he did plan to do something about it. He moved over to stand beside the shorter teen, and leaned down to bite at Zim's lips playfully. When he pulled back he spoke up in a small whine. "I'm no good at that game. Of course you're gonna win." After he spoke he went right back to teasing the other, giving a small lick.

Zim gave a lazy grin. "Well, technically, I'm on your dance control thingy. So... technically, you're winning." He bit at the other's tongue playfully. "You, the person, are the loser." He lifted a hand from the railing he leaned on to pull Dib's head down, licking the other's bottom lip before he kissed him, snaking his tongue into Dib's mouth for a deeper kiss with a happy sound in his throat.

Dib gave a small groan against the kiss, moving his tongue along the thin one invading his mouth. His thoughts suddenly went back to the club, and what he had caught Zim doing. The jealousy came back and he wrapped his arms around the smaller body, pulling Zim closer as he pressed more into the kiss, biting lightly at Zim's tongue.

Zim pushed up from the rail with his free hand closer to Dib, wrapping that arm around the boy's neck too. He let out a noise as he played with the other's tongue ring with his tongue, pulling away after a moment. "You're a horrible shot, a horrible dancer, but… at least you don't fail at everything." His one hand trailed down Dib's front to toy with the piercing at the boy's belly button.

Dib gave a weak laugh and shook his head. "Thanks, I guess." He couldn't help letting out a small noise as Zim toyed with the sensitive piercing, but he didn't stop him. It felt good in a way, so he didn't mind it. Instead, he nuzzled his head near the other's and moved a hand up to brush his fingers through Zim's hair.

"The game is starting without us." But Zim didn't sounded like he cared all that much. It amused him how Dib treated the wig as if it were really his own hair, and he couldn't help but be amused for the day he'd rip it off and show Dib what was really underneath. It was mean, but funny.

Zim snuck a hand back to rub at his own lips, licking away the mildly burning saliva as well. "In truth... you are the better kisser. Even if neither of you have the experience at it." He pushed himself closer and higher up Dib's body to flick one of the dangling hoop piercings at the boy's ear. "You just add lib better."

Dib leaned his head into the tongue and let out a small humming sound. Zim's words caused his mood to lift, and he tightened his hold around Zim, hugging the teen as best he could, considering the large jacket. "Well, that makes me feel better." He pouted a bit, but it was easy to tell by his voice that he was still easily happy with everything. "You still didn't have to kiss him, though." He kissed Zim's cheek before he went on. "You could have just dragged me away from Zita if you were really upset. I wouldn't have minded."

"But you make a much cuter jealous boyfriend" Zim flicked his tongue across the Dib's bottom lip "than Zim. You get grumpy, I just get even. I'm mean, I can't help it. I see what I want, and I conquer. I can't help it. I was born that way." His lips peeled back grinning at something that only he seemed to know. "And where I'm from, it's a good thing."

That time Dib really did pout. "I don't like having to become jealous. It's a horrible feeling." He rested his head on Zim's shoulder and shut his eyes, not caring that they were taking up the dance machine as a spot to cuddle. No one seemed to be around anyway. "I should take you somewhere secluded on our next date. That way I can have you all to myself."

"I recommend your moon. Very secluded. No gravity. Lack of atmosphere might be a problem though." Zim toyed with the tip of Dib's sharp lock of hair, causing the piercing to jingle around. "I'll admit things are different here than where I'm from. I'm not used to this... But... don't forget about the SOUP."
Zim gave a small sigh and gave in to the clingy boy cuddling him. There was no escaping the lonely boy's hugging wrath. So Zim wrapped his arms around Dib's neck and snuggled the crook of neck and shoulders in something other than suggestively. "Tell you what..." he murmured quietly. "If you beat this, Zim will be the one to take you out... On our first date of 'going steady'." He gave a small kiss below Dib's ear.

The suggestion caused Dib to smile as did the kiss. "I'd like that." He ran his hand up and down Zim's back, despite the heavy coat. He let out a small breath against Zim's skin, and it ruffled a bit of the other's hair as well. "After this date I'll more than likely go right back to trying to figure everything out. It's how I'll spend all day tomorrow as well." He shook his head a bit. "It's aggravating, but I'm not going to loose you when I just got my hands on you." He raised his head a bit so he could press a quick kiss to Zim's lips.

Zim smirked and then made a playful face of disgust. "It'll probably be something disgustingly romantic, with candles that smell like stuff, and hearts everywhere and duckies and unicorns and everywhere you look there'll be the colour red, pink with lacy frills." He really laughed then. "Or maybe I'll just buy you lingerie, call it even. At least you'd feel pretty." He raised a hand to stifle his teasing laughter. "And don't you know anything, Dib-pet? Hands go under the coat." Zim reached behind to tug Dib's hands away to slip them under the trench coat he wore to exactly where they had been behind his back.

Dib shook his head, but all the same, he ran his hands up and down Zim's back, happy that the coat was out of the way. "Well, as long as there was some effort put into it, then go for it." He frowned for only a moment before he shook his head. "But I don't know, thinking about it, all of that does seem a bit over the top. Maybe just something simple. Simple keeps me happy."

"Simple." Zim pursed his lips, raising one brow while narrowing one eye. "But simple is so boring. Simple." He tapped his lips, actually giving it some thought, despite knowing the even would never happen. "Simple as in- uh... just… sitting? Or... standing? Simple. Simple. Simple. I think you're simple in the head to be happy with simple. The more extravagant and complicated, I find, is more fun. But- you are a Dib, and Dibs like things simple." Zim scratched an itch his wig was giving him. "I dunno. What simple things do Dibs like?"

"Well, certainly nothing frilly or lacy." Dib grinned as he pulled back to look Zim in the eye. "Maybe just a normal night alone with you. "He blinked for a second as he thought about it. "At your house. Definitely at your house." He thought more on it and shook his head. "And no green dog. That thing scares me." He looked back at Zim and leaned in once more to steal a quick kiss before he went on. "When all is said and done, maybe I won't even be leaving your house." He pressed another kiss to Zim's lips, but it was hard not to grin.

Zim stared blankly at Dib. He planted a hand on the boy's face and pushed it away since Dib didn't seem to be stopping with the kissing anytime soon. The green boy blinked a few times, still giving Dib a blank look, raising one brow. "Why?" he asked in all honesty. He was intelligent, a fast learner, but he was far from being a native of the planet.

Dib frowned when he was pushed back. He moved a hand up to remove Zim's own and looked down at the other teen after the question was asked. At first he thought Zim was joking, but the look on the other's face made it obvious he wasn't. So, instead, he dropped his hands back down and let them lower much further than just Zim's back. "Well, I might want to stay and actually lick you all over." His hands slipped under Zim's skirt to move over the teen's rear. "Just like you wanted." He leaned over once more, but instead of kissing Zim, he only rested his forehead against the other's. "And there won't be any interruptions next time."

Zim's eyes snapped open, for a myriad of reasons but he got the picture, and he lowered his eyes back half closed. "My, my, getting ahead of ourselves aren't we." He clicked his tongue. "You think saving the world will earn you a ticket under Zim's skirt?" He poked Dib's nose and smirked a little dryly. "We've barely met each other a week, this is our first real real real date. You've already licked Zim naked in public, soon to be going steady with him in two days or so if you succeed. Eager, much? And if you get the whole cow so soon... you won't be interested in the milk anymore." He reached into his coat and pulled Dib's friendly hands away as he took two long strides back. "Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder... or... something grows, anyway." He hopped off the dance pad with a short laugh. If her Tallest knew how deep in he was, she'd have him executed on the spot, or worse, demoted and exiled. Zim tried not to shudder.

Dib pouted when he was denied anymore touch, and watched as Zim walked away from him. "You seemed to be just as eager as I was a while ago in the club." He looked back at the dance machine, which was back at the demo screen. He shrugged at that. It only meant he wouldn't have to make more of a fool of himself. "At any rate, is there anything else that you wanted to play?" He turned his eyes back to Zim while he got off of the machine. "You should still have enough coins, and if not, I think I have some more to give you."

Zim slowed his step turning his head, his hair barely brushing from his sight as he lowered his head to glance at Dib. "What Zim wants to play, you can't pay for. At least, not with moneys. At least... " his eyes flicked down Dib's body for a quick second "not with what you have in your pocket." He gave a teasing laugh as he strolled away, waving Dib off with a hand as he made his way to look at the more gore-ier fighting games. "Tallest! What kind of 'human' do you think Zim is." He glanced back with half lidded glance. "... It takes a little more, Dib-pet." He laughed a bit more, to himself this time.

That words didn't help Dib's mood at all, and only caused him to pout worse. "I think you're the type that gets his kicks from teasing others and in turn causing them to beg." He followed after the other, looking towards the games Zim had his eye on a moment ago. "At least, that's my take on it." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back to Zim. "Like you said, I was on my knees for you a while ago. So, you must have some sort of charm about you. Or you have something. That's for sure."

"I have the powers of 'fabulous' on my side. Oh so charming. None can resist this!" Zim threw back the tail end of the trench coat with a flare so he could pat his hip with a grin. "As you have seen, none at all." He cackled to himself as he walked to a particularly gory looking fighting game and stuck out a hand snapping fingers, making gimmie gesture after. "Give Zim coins."

Dib rolled his eyes at the gesture, but dug in his pocket anyway to pull out more change. In a matter of seconds, he brought out a few more quarters and handed them over to Zim. "You could say please." The words didn't stop the grin on his face, and afterwards he leaned against the side of the machine the other was near.

"Pleasing is a Dib's job." Zim took the coins and stuffed a few into the machine. He curiously tapped the buttons and soon was choosing his character. "No. No. Smelly. Ugly. Looks like corn. SQUID!" He hammered on the start button to choose the squid character, which pointlessly had thick black rimmed glasses on. "Awww. It looks just like you- tentacles and all." Zim grinned Dib's way.

Dib leaned around the machine to look at what Zim was talking about. The image he saw caused him to narrow his eyes, but he was hardly annoyed. "Very funny." He turned back around and relaxed once more against the machine, closing his eyes. "Don't get upset if it has my poor strength, either."

"Don't worry, he's the squid you always wished you were." Zim started hammering the buttons as he was thrown into battle. "He fights much better." He let out a long impressed sound that was quite feminine and he jumped up and down enthusiastically squealing as he clacked buttons. "OooOohh- those tentacles! So manly!" Zim let out a breathy sound and he pounded one particular button over and over. "Harder. Harder! HARDER! Oh- OH the Tallest- Yes! YES!" Zim threw back his head, his dark hair spilling back. On the screen flashed the words 'VICTORY!'. Zim bounced on the balls of his feet doing a little happy dance.

Dib's eyes snapped open at the noises and loud shouts. As soon as he could see again, he realized they had an audience of the few people that still lingered. He wasn't the only one that Zim seemed to have gotten the attention of. Of course the crowd wasn't really the real thing on Dib's mind and he felt very uncomfortable at that moment. "You're really loud." It was the only thing he could mutter with a weak voice.

"Huh?" Zim stopped his bouncing and lowered his arms with a grin. "Oh. Yes, I am. But you won't be privy to that information until much much MUCH later. And definitely not tonight, hunny. But-" he pointed down on Dib "you are poke'n." Zim chuckled loudly before he went back to playing his game.

Those last words had Dib stuttering without any real words. Finally after a while he let out a groan as he quickly slid down the machine to curl his legs to his chest. He tried to hide away his face among other things while he mumbled. "Somebody kill me, please."

"Later, Dib-pointy, I have a headache." Zim waved Dib off as he hammered the buttons again, making a squeak and squeal when he got a hit in.

One of the on lookers who had taken to watching while sipping their cola. They pointed at Dib and laughed at his misfortune "You suck."

Dib shot a glare at the other for the words. He wanted to get up so badly and punch the kid in the face, but he was weak and really did suck. And he just wasn't in the position to do anything at the moment. The best he could do was whine and bury his head.

Zim continuously mashed the buttons of the game in loud enthusiasm. On screen, limbs flew in every which direction as buckets of blood gushed from each minor cut and wound. It wasn't until his glasses-wearing squid was pummeled in the face a good few times by a giant slug that Zim let out a bunch of pathetic whimpers. "My squid died!" He jerked the joystick around as if that would bring his character back to life, but it only sped up the count down he had to insert more quarters to continue. "Dib-Dib-Dib-Dib-Dib-coins! I need coins! Gimmie gimmie!" He bounced on the spot, biting claws.

Dib groaned at the demand. It only meant he would have to dig for what little bit of change he had left. and that wasn't a very good idea at the moment. He poked an eye out from his knees to glance toward Zim. For a second he stayed silent before finally speaking up, hoping that the other teen bought his words. "I don't have anymore."

Zim's eyes snapped open wide and he jerked around to face Dib, completely desperate. "But my squid is dead! Won't you rouse him, Dib! Won't you erect him from the worm meal he will become! Before he grows stiff from rigor!" He bit the tips of his claws as he stifled his hilarious laughter trying to make them appear more like dramatic sobs.

The one eye Dib had on Zim widened with each word and he shifted around where he sat, pulling his knees even closer if possible. After a few moments he was still again and his eye narrowed on Zim as he let out a pathetic noise before speaking up again. "I hate you."

Zim tried to pout and look completely hurt by the remark, but he couldn't wipe the wicked grin from his lips to make it work. He glanced back at the game's screen. "You knoow, if you look at the squid just right- it kinda looks like a--" He looked back at Dib. "Does yours have tentacles?" Zim cocked his head to the side and his grin could only grow just that much wider. "If maybe- I may just rethink you spending the night."

"He'll suck at that too." the cola drinking lurker commented off handedly before walking off again.

Dib gave another whine at that and wished he could just disappear off the face of the earth. "Maybe this is all just some horrible dream. I'll wake up and none of this will have ever happened." He moved a hand away from his knees to pinch at his arm, jumping a bit after the action. "Ow. No, still here."

Zim leaned against the arcade game and tapped his lips thoughtfully. "Well, if this was a dream" he twirled a finger with a lewd smirk "you'd need new sheets." He crossed his legs at the heel. "Especially for rather intimate part in the dance club… and on the dancing game." Zim wrinkled his nose. "Ewww. What if you're dreaming this in class? And everyone is pointing and giggling. That would be quite an embarrassing mess to wake up to." Zim smoothed his skirt with one hand, quite amused.

"You're not helping. At all." Dib turned his head once more to look over at Zim. Despite his bad mood, he couldn't really stay mad at the other teen. He started to tease Zim as he spoke up once more, trying to lighten his own mood as best he could. "And if this was a dream, how would you feel that you're the one I'm having these dreams about?"

"Hmm? Zim?" The green boy considered something with a purse of lips. "If Zim was dreaming this, you would know." He bared his teeth with a wide spread grin. "There would be a lot more action, a lot more entertainment, a lot more happy naked joy. You, Dib-pet, would be wearing a lovely pair of shackles. Oh- and I could fly. Just randomly: nyrrrrrrrrooooowwwww!" He made his hand zoom about in gesture.

Dib blinked his eyes and tried to imagine such a thing. Sadly, the only real thing that stuck in his mind was everything about being naked and himself in shackles. It just didn't help. He turned his eyes back around and buried them once more. "Lovely."

"I thought so, too." Zim gave up on his game, the timer had run out, anyway, and his interest had already left it. He sidled over to the uncomfortable-ball-o-Dib and crouched down in front of him, patting his knees. "So if you're moneys-less, does that mean our date is over?" Zim pouted, letting his hands drag down the sides of Dib's thighs as he whined his dramatic disappointment throatily. "How sad, Zim was just starting to enjoy himself." His hands drew back up Dib's legs.

Dib jumped at the touches and he tried to move back further against the game, but Zim didn't seem to be having it. "I-I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders, but the action wasn't very clear considering how weak it was. "Stop doing that." The words came out as a whine.

Zim tilted his head causing his dark hair to cover more of his face than help his vision. "What?" He leaned closer, the corner of his lips hinging upward. "This?" His claws slipped higher atop Dib's thighs, fingers splayed as they continued to drag up and down, grasping just that much more. "But I'm your boyfriend, aren't I suppose to touch you in especially uncomfortably places?" Zim leaned closer still until his chest leaned against Dib's shins and knees. "I thought you liked it... when everyone saw." his voice fell especially low, smirking rigid teeth.

Dib's eyes shut halfway at Zim's actions, and he made sure to shut his mouth before any noise was let out. As soon as he was sure it was safe, Dib opened his mouth to speak while his eyes narrowed on Zim. "I thought you weren't ready for that kind of commitment, because trust me, I'm two seconds away from nailing you against this machine right here. Just to put it lightly." His eyes fell just a bit more after the words left him.

Zim paused a moment. "One. Two." He glanced around, left, right, up, down and shrugged. "Nothing. Guess it was a bluff." He gave a sheepish smirk and chuckle after that. "Oh well. I guess Zim will live after all." His claws slid lower again on Dib's legs. "No nails for him." he mused more quietly.

Dib let out another noise but that time it was more needy. What Zim was doing was complete torture, and the teen's words only caused him to become more aggravated. His mind had pretty much shut down long ago, so when he suddenly grabbed Zim, he surprised himself as well. He twisted them both around, pinning the smaller body against the machine in place of himself, and didn't even give Zim time to speak before his lips were on the other's. The kiss rough and wanting.

Zim's startled noise was muffled, along with any other choice words he wanted to make. He tried to push Dib away, but the boy had him pretty skillfully pressed up against the arcade. It was a position that Zim had a hard time arguing with, especially when Dib was so amorous, in every sense of the word. Zim tapped a foot, both legs draped at either of Dib's sides curled up and he gave up pushing Dib's shoulders. Promptly he planted a hand on Dib's face and pushed it away so he could catch a breath. "H-hey, stop that. That was more than two seconds." Zim huffed, blowing his dark hair from his face trying to look miffed but it only ended up looking stirred in a way he didn't want to portray. He clunked his head against the machine and tried to squirm free, clawing with his free hand up at the smooth side of the arcade for something to grasp and pull himself up. There, of course, was nothing, and he gave up with a breathy huff.

Dib gave an annoyed sound when he was pushed back, but the fact Zim couldn't get away caused him to grin. He leaned back in, but gave up on Zim's lips. Instead he attacked the teen's neck, nipping at the skin before he allowed his tongue to trail up Zim's throat. He let his hands slip inside the large coat and beneath Zim's skirt, not really caring if his hands got slapped away in the end. He just wanted to touch, lick, and generally feel any part of the other that he could.

Zim squirmed again with a frown, though little mewed whimpers escaped him at the attention. Dib's saliva was hot, but not unpleasant, which sent estranged shivers down to Zim's spooch. He drew his legs up, pressing them up against Dib's sides. Zim stopped in his weak attempts to get free of Dib to give the boy a rather sly look with half open eyes. "... You could put an eye out with that thing you know." He sifted his gaze over at the audience they still had lurking in the far corners of the arcade; what was it with humans and their voyeuristic need.

"If it happens, it happens." That was Dib's answer to things. He just wasn't thinking straight at all at the moment, too involved in other activities. He pulled his lips away from Zim's throat and moved his head up so he could lean in and touch his tongue to the teen's lips, licking them for a few seconds. Once he had his fun with that, he continued to tease and licked back down to Zim's chin, barely touching the skin.

"H-hot. Very hot." Zim commented with a low murmur in his throat. His own thin tongue swiped across his lips to taste the heat left there, dragging it back into his mouth. His head thudded back against the arcade, the sharp pain of squished antenna waking some sense into him. "I mean-- ow." The teen whipped a hand up to rub away the trails of saliva left by Dib's tongue. "It burns!" The loss of control wasn't something Zim liked; though why he didn't just shove Dib away, he didn't know. He had the strength to; though Dib seemed to be doing a very good job with his 'forcefully up against an arcade' tact in draining that strength away.  He squirmed more, weakly kicking his legs at Dib's sides. "C'mooon, stoooop." Zim whined weakly; not the best counter measure he'd ever done.

Dib only shook his head a little at the weak order. To silence Zim, he moved his head back up and placed his lips on top of the other teen's, pushing his tongue past to curl it around Zim's own slim one. He sucked at the thin appendage, sliding the metal stud in his own tongue across the entire time. His hands, which had successfully gotten under Zim's skirt, pulled the fabric up to travel over legs. His nails lightly scratched down, trying to get to any part of Zim that he could.

Zim groaned weakly, though it would have been more menacing a sound had he not slid his arms to drape around Dib's neck, welcoming the other's tongue with his own. Then it occurred to him his predicament, and he pulled back from Dib's lips, though there was little room to gain from behind. "You're getting your rewards early. That isn't far to the rest of the group. Now come on." He patted Dib's cheek, not sure if he should be amused or fearful of his civility in the situation. "Go away."

Dib whined at the sudden loss of contact between them. He was tempted to continue, despite Zim's words, but figured he'd better not. Their audience was more than likely big enough as it was. "Fine. You win." He pulled away to stand up, moving a hand up to straighten his glasses a bit before he dropped it back down to his side. His eyes wandered around the arcade to look over the people watching and just as quickly he dropped his gaze back down as sudden embarrassment hit him hard.

Zim yanked his skirt back down, clunking his knees together to save what little modesty Dib had tongued away in public. He smoothed his wig down and cleared his throat. His eyes drew across the crowd, dancing across the line of amused and of all things, embarrassed; he didn't think that was possible. He raised a claw up expectedly. "Up Zim."

Dib dropped his eyes back to Zim. The sudden command had startled him out of his thoughts and confused him for a second. "Huh? Oh, right." He leaned down a little to take Zim's hand, helping the other up even though he, himself, still felt much too shaky to really do much of anything but stand there. Once he was sure Zim could stand on two feet by himself, Dib took his hand back and shoved it in his pocket for the time being. There were still a few coins in there that they could use, but he remembered earlier he had told Zim he had no more just to get the other to leave him alone. It was best he kept the lie going.

Zim teetered a little, and ended up thudding his back against the arcade he'd previously been pinned upon. He ran his claws through his wig, smoothing down the antenna underneath to collect himself. It didn't work. His hands fell down limply at his sides and he let his head fall to one side, eyes falling nearly half closed as a constant smarmy grin seemed tattooed on his face. "Marmots." He gave a giddy giggle.

Dib raised a brow at Zim's odd behavior. Of course, odd and Zim belonged in the same sentence, so in the end the way the other teen was acting didn't really bother him as much as it used to. He looked back at the crowd once more and was glad to see that most of the people had walked away. It gave them a clear shot of the exit which Dib was more than happy to take. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to reach out and take hold of Zim's own. "Come on. Since I don't have anymore coins, we might as well get going. Unless you'd rather hang around for no real reason."

"Falafel waffles." Zim answered in response and giggled again, complacently lead by the hand. He had no arguments; but with his mind having the consistency of liquid jello cubes, he didn't have any intelligent words to say either. The ancient human proverb was indeed true - video games did rot your brain; and the heavy make out scene after buried it nice and deep. "Yay zombies!" Zim waved bye-bye at the first game they'd played as they left.