There's Something Inside Your Head (Invader ZiM AU)

His End Of The Deal (read a/n)

((AN/CW: this part is kinda uh. Suggestive. Because I'm a minor and I'm uncomfortable with publishing that kinda shit, this isn't a full NSFW part—only a few suggestive things and then a cut off. I'm leaving this as an entirely separate part from all the others, so there won't be anything too important here and you can skip it right now if you don't like this kind of thing or don't want it or don't like how it may seem. I'll put a long space from here to there, and in the middle of it I'll put a summary of what this all means, and from there if you wanna know without reading it you can go on next. This is a very wordy explanation, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to make things clear.)

((SUMMARY OF WHAT'S TO HAPPEN FOR PEOPLE WHO WANNA KNOW BUT DON'T WANNA READ (if you wanna read, you can scroll down further):
The last part left off with Pilot making it to ZiM's house before Ghost could warn ZiM—something that's never seemed to happen before in daylight. ZiM was wanting to see Ghost, but whoops, ends up with the one he's usually stuck with at this point.
In this next part, Pilot confesses what he's done. He tells ZiM he's killed four people who've bothered him, and that he's helped him out and is ready for ZiM's part of the deal. However, that's something completely different than killing someone.
So basically, we all know what Pilot is; he's the worst version of Dib with all his bad qualities and feelings. Of course, Dib has a lot of pent up emotions about ZiM... not just rage and hate, but also others he never wanted to focus on (like love). Unfortunately, all that was put into Pilot all at once—every feeling is at large at the same time, mixing and growing and doing weird shit. When in the beginning of his outings and he stumbles across ZiM, they made that deal where if Dib helps ZiM, ZiM can help him with something Pilot wants in return. Of course, that something he wants is ZiM, and because Pilot has killed four people who have done stuff to ZiM in some way, he thinks his part of the deal is fulfilled and now he can have Hand Holding+ time with ZiM. On ZiM's side of all this, he, even though he should, doesn't mind. He's in love with Dib by this point, but he's only in love with Ghost. It isn't clicking with him that Ghost and Pilot are different, but it doesn't matter to him because it's still Dib. And yeah they enter the florpus and uh yeah im sorry this is shit
So, Pilot now has ZiM entirely, and ZiM now has no more intentions at all (if there were any left, even) to fight Dib.))

ZiM stared at the tall boy, feeling like he wanted to scream. He didn't want Pilot, he wanted Dib..! His Dib! But, this was his Dib... he was still Dib, he knew somewhere there was the one who comforted him. Yes. He should stop being selfish, he can't control how the Dib acts..!

"...huh." ZiM turned back around, his back towards Pilot. "Funny way of putting it."

"I don't know what you mean, my Irken smallest..." Pilot huffed, starting to inch closer. "But, hey! I bring some fabulous news!"

ZiM narrowed his eyes, starting to look back over at him. "Eh?" ... "'Smallest'?"

Pilot laughed. "Well, I'm your Tallest, aren't I?" He stood still. "And, yes! Good news! Those people who've been bothering you? They won't be doing that anymore! I helped you!"

ZiM raised an antennae. "They... won't?"

Pilot held out his arms. "Yep!" He spun around, standing tall. "I killed them!" He grinned wide, awaiting the praise from the tiny Irken.

ZiM took a step back, gasping small. "You—?"

"Yes, dear bug—I've taken out every obstacle you've complained about, every asshole who's hurt you or taunted you, every piece of shit I've encountered... well, four in particular... anyone else is a bit blurry for me. But, hey! They haven't seemed to find anyone else I've dealt with; I'd say I've done a pretty great job with them!"

ZiM was solid; he didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react... once he could finally do something, his antennae both rose up a bit. "You killed humans... for me?"

"God, yes! Helping you was in our deal, wasn't it?~" Pilot started to strut towards ZiM again with a hand in a pocket.

"It was, I do remember."

"And in return... you help me." And just like that, Pilot stuck a thin, round device from his pocket that was shaped like a coin underneath ZiM's PAK. "Are you ready for your end of the deal?"

ZiM's antennae shot straight down, and he stumbled back. "I— eh?! What did you—"

"Oh! It just disables most of your PAK functions. Wouldn't want any of your spider leg-thingies coming out at... inappropriate times." He took ZiM's hands, looking him in the eyes.

"Di— Pilot... you have killed for ZiM."

"Yes."

"And... that was helping ZiM."

"Yes!"

"...is... shutting off ZiM's PAK helping you..?"

"Yes."

ZiM stared, trying to ignore the negative possibilities that device could have on his PAK, then sighed. "Very well."

"...where's the robot?"

"Out at some club... went with Minimoose."

Pilot scanned ZiM's near-featureless face, trying to understand his movements. Once he was sure of himself, he grinned again.

"Pilot-one, I—"

Pilot kissed ZiM.

He cut him off, right there.

Pilot held the alien's head close, closing his yellow eyes.

ZiM on the other hand was a bit surprised—he didn't object at all, but it was certainly unexpected. Once he got used to what was happening, he put his hands to Pilot's arms and rested them there.

"Computer?" Pilot called out once he pulled away.

"Hnnrrgg..?" The Computer replied.

"Please. Send us to the most comfortable area in this place."

The computer sighed, then lowered the floor section the two were standing on down below the house.

"Eh..?" ZiM looked up, a bit confused.

"I want this to be nice for you, don't I? Well, for the both of us."

ZiM just nodded, staying quiet.

Once the platform came to a halt, Pilot brought ZiM over to a large, soft cushion. He bent over to kiss ZiM's neck, laughing a little to himself.

ZiM's antennae shot back up. His face felt hot, and he didn't know exactly what he was feeling. It was strange... he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling. It was different, and he couldn't quite place what it was. However, he didn't try to resist it. It was a feeling Dib gave him. It must be a good one.

Pilot took an antenna, pulling it down to leave soft kisses against it. He whispered into it, "Such a nice way to spend the time you have left, isn't it?" And pulled back, tossing back his coat.

ZiM shivered a bit, then stared at the broken boy. "...Computer?"

"What."

ZiM didn't blink once. "Lock all the doors."