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Dib yawned as he walked into the classroom at the beginning of the day. Too tired to bother with Zim yet as he walked past him and plopped down into his own seat, resting his elbow on the desk and his chin in his hand.

Zim sat in his usual spot, glaring at Dib, scoffing at how weak and tired he seemed to be. He held a large water bottle, often drinking from it, for he woke up with a dry throat this morning and soda seemed the best fix for it.

Zim glanced over at Dib, returning the glare as soon as he had seen it on Zim's face. Just then, Ms. Bitters strolled into the classroom, in her usually unamused and angry mood. "Class, today's lesson is about how to survive on Venus if we are ever attacked with nuclear alien warfare. Open your textbooks to page 4,013."

Zim rolled his eyes, and looked toward the front of the room, ready for another painful day at Skool, when he felt that familiar feeling near his hips, he had to urinate...

Dib soon got bored during the lesson and he rest his arms on his desk, resting his head in his arms and looking around the room. He found his eyes landing on Zim, but he raised an eyebrow at seeing him. He looked sort of... uncomfortable? Possibly? But about what?

Zim held his legs together tightly, doing his best not to move, because he knew very well that it would only anger Mrs. Bitters ever further, but he was growing more uncomfortable by the second...

Dib continued to watch Zim before the sound of Ms. Bitters' voice caused him to jump in his seat. Though, she wasn't talking to him, she was trying to get Zim's attention. "Zim! I said, what is the answer to number four, how to survive in case an alien tsunami hits the earth? Answer the question or you'll get detention!"

Zim couldn't answer. He was hardly paying any attention to the lesson and couldn't even open the book because he was trying hard to keep a tight grip on his crotch. Dib blinked and sat up a little as he noticed this. He now had a pretty good idea of why Zim was acting so strange. The thought made him smirk softly to himself. To see his enemy so weak, so vulnerable, so hurt, so... cute. Wait, what? No! He wasn't cute! Dib shook his head as he watched the scene unfold even more.

"Uhhm... "

The children in the room laughed and giggled softly, as Mrs. Bitters's expression grew darker and angrier.

"DETENTION!" Ms. Bitters yelled. "DURING LUNCH AND AFTER SCHOOL." Ms. Bitters turned to the class. "Anyone who makes anymore noise or refuses to answer my questions can join him."

Zim pouted and looked down towards his crotch, where his hands were still grasping tightly. He looked over to Dib, who seemed to be staring intently at him, 'Ugh, I can't let him see me like this!' He thought to himself. He removed his hands slightly, but immediately put them back when he felt himself losing control. "Shit..."

The morning went on rather slowly, leading up until lunch. All the kids hopped out of their chairs at the sound of the bell, leaving only Zim and Dib behind. Ms. Bitters growled as she walked past Zim and up to the door, starting to lock it. "Do NOT leave this room, Zim." she ordered, looking up at Dib. "You either, Dib. I noticed you not bothering to pay attention all morning. Now you can both suffer." Dib rolled his eyes and sighed, not bothering to argue back with her. Besides, this would leave him more time with Zim.

Zim didn't try to make eye contact with Dib, because he didn't want to be spoken to, he hated his stupid voice, his stupid head, his...black hair, that was always so shiny, especially in the sunlight whe- WHAT?? No, Zim blushed slightly, and continued to focus greatly on his slowly growing need...

Once Bitters had left, Dib walked over to Zim's seat and stood in front of him, grinning down at him. "You should study up on your Earth history. Then you wouldn't be stuck in here like this. Why didn't you just make something up?"

Zim looked up angrily at Dib, wanting to show that he could hold it, wanting to take his hands away from his crotch, but he couldn't move. "Go away Dib." He said sternly.

"Why?" Dib leaned forward against Zim's desk. "I haven't done anything to you... yet."

Zim sighed, and looked up towards Dib, growling softly and wishing that he would go back to his seat, hoping he couldn't see him struggle.

Dib couldn't take it anymore. He was determined to... embarrass Zim. Yes... embarrass him... He decided to speak up and try to get Zim to admit his need. "Is... something wrong? You look tense."

Zim blushed slightly, he knew what Dib wanted, but he wasn't about to let him get it. He released his hands from his crotch, feeling the intense pressure build, but he was not about to let Dib win. "Nothing Dib-Monster, I am FINE."

Dib pouted slightly. Like Zim, he wasn't going to just give up and let the other win. "Are you sure?" Dib leaned forward a bit. "You don't look so good."

"I assure you, Dib--" he twitched violently, feeling a sudden shock to his bladder, he sent his hands quickly back to his crotch to hold it back, and moaned softly. "Everything, is… FINE".

Dib immediately looked down at Zim's crotch, not exactly meaning to. He looked back up at Zim and raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it..."

Zim was unsure of what to say to him at this point. "Shu- SHUT UP!" He yelled, and fidgeted slightly, continuing to glare at Dib in the eyes.

Dib smiled slightly at Zim's reactions. "Zim, it's obvious that something is wrong. You aren't fooling me."

Zim sighed deeply, and blushed slightly, "Alright fine! I… I have to go… just-- leave me alone..."

Dib nodded, tilting his head and looking at Zim. “Why didn’t you say anything in class?”

"You know how Mrs. Bitters is! She hates us!" He slunk down further into his seat.

Dib didn't say anything. He just walked up to the door and tried to open it. But it was locked from the outside. He sighed and turned to Zim. "Well, we're locked in. Is this even legal?" Dib looked out the window. "I mean, what if there was an emergency or something while she had us locked in here?"

Zim groaned. He was already having a little emergency of his own…

"We would just die I guess-- hmmn!" Zim felt a sudden sharp pain in his bladder and he was slowly beginning to lose control of himself.

"That's a rather negative outlook." Dib rolled his eyes, looking back at Zim. He was about to say something else but stopped himself when he saw Zim looking like he was almost in pain. He frowned and walked back over to him. "Are you... Are you going to be okay?"

"I... I don't know-- hnn!--" he squirmed more and blushed deeply as the pain grew worse. "What—nngh...What can I do?"... He asked, looking more desperate than before.

Dib shook his head, looking around the room. "I don't--" he was interrupted by the sound of the bell however and he darted to his seat. "She may hate us, but it doesn't hurt to at least try and ask." Dib reassured him quickly. The sound of the door unlocking could be heard and Ms. Bitters flew through it, walking inside and to her desk. Children slowly started to flood into the room as well, taking their seats.

Zim smiled slightly at Dib's ability to care, but was quickly distracted by the painful shock to his stomach. He figured he might as well try, so he lifted one hand and held his crotch tightly with the other, waiting to ask.

Ms. Bitters sighed, annoyed, pointing to Zim. "Yes, Zim?"

"Uhm..hmn!-- May I please use the restroom Mrs. Bitters?" He asked softly.

Ms. Bitters looked over at Zim, growling softly. "Another 'mighty need', Zim?" Some of the kids in the class whispered to each other and goggled quietly. Ms. Bitters shook her head. "No. You must stay here. Now, as I was saying, re-open your books to page 4,013--"
Dib frowned and looked over at Zim. Well... That was kind of harsh.

Zim expected this, but was nonetheless hurt. He slumped back into his seat and held his crotch tightly. The pain was so great now that small tears began to form in his eyes. He only hoped that he could make it through the rest of the day...

The rest of the day crawled by just as slow as the morning had. But Dib didn't pay attention to his classes. He was more focused on Zim the entire time. He was actually worried for him. He actually cared about him, if only a little bit.

Once the last bell rang and all the kids ran out of the room, Ma. Bitters glared at the two. "Detention is over in one hour." She announced. With that, she left the room, leaving the two behind.

"Uahhh!" Zim groaned, allowing himself to scream, hoping that it would at least help the situation, if only a little bit. He continued to press down on his stomach, trying to reduce the pain. He looked to Dib as a few tears fell. "I don't know if I can hold it much longer..."

Dib looked back to Zim and frowned sympathetically as he hopped out of his chair and over to Zim. Once he was closer, he could clearly see that Zim's lower stomach was extended enough that it was abnormal. "Alright, we need to get you out of here." He quickly said, walking up to the door and trying to see if he could unlock it somehow.

Zim frowned and looked to Dib, "I really appreciate you trying, but it's no use, we can't get out of here." He grasped his crotch with both hands, attempting to relieve the pain, tears fell, and his face burned, he couldn't do anything...

Dib huffed and mumbled under his breath, "I'm gonna regret this later..." With that, he drew his fist back and threw it through the glass window on the door, unlocking the door from outside and opening it. He poked his head out and looked down each side of the hall, seeing no one was there at the moment.

"Are you crazy?" Zim asked, but he knew how desperate his situation was, so he complied and approached the door, still with his hands clenched over his crotch. "What now?"

He looked back at Zim, gesturing for him to follow. "Come on, we have to hurry."

Dib suddenly grabbed Zim's wrist and ran with him down the hallway, stopping around a corner and looking to make sure no teachers were following them or in their way. Dib sighed and looked down at Zim "We'll have to just leave and bring you home. It's after school hours and all the bathrooms are locked."

"Shit!" Zim cried, still with a tight grasp on his crotch. The running had allowed a small jet to escape, wetting his pants slightly. "Shit Dib! Let's go!" He whispered loudly, bouncing up and down.

Dib nodded and grabbed Zim's wrist again, running him down the next hallway and out the front doors. With that, he headed down the street.

Zim ran in silence, feeling himself grow closer and closer to the breaking point. His dams were cracking, and he was losing all control at this point. He only wished that he could make it home in time to avoid being humiliated in front of his worst enemy, or best friend, he wasn't quite sure...

Dib continued to pull Zim along, looking down at him as they continued to run. "Are you still okay?"

"I—Ahhh--! I'm about to break, Dib!" He closed his eyes as tears fell, the pain was enhanced by all the bouncing around the running caused.

"..." Dib suddenly picked up Zim over his shoulder, continuing to run, going even faster now. "Just wait a little longer, Zim... You can do it!"

Zim began to cry, his bladder was in such incredible pain it was unbearable. He knew he had to relieve himself soon, or else.

Zim's house was now in sight. Dib continued to run him down the street, getting closer and closer. "We're almost there, Zim..."

Zim's grip was weakening. He began to slip from Dib's shoulders as his bladder grew as close to the breaking point as it possibly could without causing him to spill. He was quickly losing the fight.

As he felt him slipping, Dib lifted Zim up and held him tightly, pointing to his house which was only just a few yards away. "Look, you're almost home!"

"Hurry! Uaahh!!~ HURRY!" Zim couldn't help but scream as his pain only grew worse. He could feel himself becoming weaker by the second and he knew he wouldn't make it into the house.

Once they got in fromt of Zim's house, Dib set Zim down on the walkway and ran up to the door, jiggling the handle. "Zim? Zim, it's locked, do you have a key or something to get inside? Zim?" Dib turned around to see if Zim could even listen to him.

Zim was sitting on the concrete walkway, in such unbearable pain, that he could not even answer. He shook his head, and sobbed softly.

Dib frowned and turned back to the door. "There has to be some way to... GIR!" Dib banged on the door frantically. "GIR! LET US IN!" But there was no answer.

Zim suddenly remembered what had happened to Gir, he had shut him off for twenty four hours to recharge, and he set him to not wake up until tomorrow morning, all hope was lost for him. Zim just sat there in silence and cried. It was too late. Zim suddenly felt a warm release start to escape from in between his legs. He sobbed loudly as he was now surrounded by a large puddle.

Dib turned around and his face drooped sympathetically. He shook his head and kneeled down next to Zim.

"Please- D- Don't make fun of m- me..." Zim begged.

"I won't..." Dib answered quietly. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Zim's shoulders, hugging him tightly.

Zim sobbed louder now, the feeling of someone hugging him was new and foreign, but it felt good. He hugged Dib back, never wanting him to let go.

Dib continued to keep his arms around Zim a little longer before pulling back and looking at Zim. "Zim, please don't cry..."

Zim wiped his eyes, but more tears continued to fall. "I- I'm sorry" he said softly, closing his eyes and turning away.

Dib shook his head, pulling Zim into another tight hug. "Don't be, it's not your fault..."

Zim cried softer now, nuzzling into Dib's shoulder, whispering "Thank you…”

Dib nodded and suddenly gripped Zim’s shoulders, pulling him into a soft kiss. Zim widened his eyes, blinking in surprise, but he quickly shut them, smiling slightly.