"Zim, why?!"

SLeepy

The aliens antennae sunk in realization of who spoke. It was a familiar voice, in a tone nearly unrecognizable; concern. It was Dib. 

Zim gulped, refusing to turn and look. "Zim... Gir told me some things, but I don't know if I believe them, cause, well, Gir is Gir. I want to hear them from you, but first.... we need to get you cleaned up." His voice was smooth, but ZIm could tell that he was on edge, skeptical, and scared of the growing pool of blood below his alien enemy-friend. "Zim?"

The irken turned to look at the human, his face distraught, eyes tear streaked. Dibs mouth dropped in pity, the agony radiating off of the alien like some kind of magical aura. He stepped towards the human, his leg staggering. Dib ran over to catch him, just now realizing how light the small alien really was. 

Dib wanted to ask Zim what Gir was talking about, it was urgent to him. But the pressing matters of Zims descending health was more important to him. Bringing Zim upstairs, he placed a towel around the tattered wrist, making Zim flinch. "Shh... its okay... you can trust me..." Dib did his best to comfort the alien, which was a difficult task. 

When finished bandaging the cuts, Dib brought Zim to the couch, holding him. He sent a text to his father saying he'd spend the night at Zims house. The alien looked so frail, so feeble. His normally energetic self was gone, hopefully temporarily. Dib loved Zim, when Gir came to his house, claiming Zim was hurting himself over him, Dib felt his heart sink. 

When he first met Zim, he hated him. It wasn't at all an instant attraction. After some time, however, the feelings began to grow and Dib wasn't liking it. He wasn't even sure how his father would feel knowing he had fallen for a guy, let alone an alien trying to destroy his planet. Yet he still dreamed of this small alien boy, both misunderstood geniuses. Zim was emotionally passionate, and Dib was more logically passionate, perfect to balance each other out. 

Dib stroked the aliens head, usually seeing him without his disguise made him look more intimidating, but today was not the case. His eyes were closed, head in Dibs lap. "Do Irkens even sleep?"  Dib thought to himself.

He pet Zim more, before his fingers played with Zim's antennae, a small moan slipping from the alien. DIb felt his pants getting tighter, he hadn't expected such a cute feminine moan to come from such a feisty character. He also hadn't expected his antennae to be his G-spot, although, some people like their ears being kissed and bit... Dib breathed in heavily. Holy Shit, he was really turned on.