Fluff requested by YourBasic_Gay_ass

Ever since he had heard of prom, Zim was stoked for it. The very idea of winning a competition for prom royalty was exciting. Especially since he knew he would win.

He could picture everything. Walking down the red carpet holding a bouquet and waving to his adoring fans as he passed by. Then being crowned by the staff as they the cheered him on. But that wasn't the best part. It was the look Dib would have on his face. He would be so ashamed that nobody voted for him. So ashamed!

Zim made sure that he would win. He bought a long, magenta dress from a fancy website for a couple thousand earth dollars. The top part of it exposed his shoulders, which was part of his diabolical plan. According to the staff at his hiskool, shoulders were very distracting to the boys. Apparently they were attracted to them, so he knew that he could get their votes.

Besides that, he also acted way friendlier to his colleagues than before. He supported them and even helped them study for major tests and exams. Of course, it was just for their votes, but they didn't need to know that. All that mattered was that Zim would get what he deserved. The title of prom queen.

At first he was thinking of running for prom king, but when he saw the list for the latter he quickly changed his mind. The best girl running for prom queen was Gretchen Davis, so there was no competition there. All he had to do was show up and that was it. He could already hear the crowd chanting, "Zim! Zim! Zim!"

"Zim!"

The Irken snapped out of his trance to see a pissed off Dib.

"You better not be planning anything! I actually want to enjoy my prom!" Zim chuckled.

"Bold of you to assume that I need to plan! I've already decided to run for prom royalty!" He announced proudly. "Then, once I'm elected, I will rule over your filthy prom! And then the world!" He started laughing maniacally, but Dib wasn't impressed.

"Yeah right! Do you think anyone in their right mind is going to vote for you? If anything, they have a higher chance of voting for me!"

Zim brushed off his statement with a flick of his wrist.

"Whatever, just don't come crying to me when your wittle hopes and dreams are PULVERISED!" He laughed to himself again and walked away confidently.

Did Dib seriously think he had a chance against him? How pathetic! Zim was definitely excited to see his sad face now. In fact, it was probably the best thing that was going to happen!

He strutted into his house and got his outfit ready. Underneath the dress he had decided to wear his normal boots, just in case there were any attacks. He saw no point in wearing heels, since you can't run in them. They're pretty useless, and really, their only purpose is to make people look nicer.

Then, he groomed his antennae and placed his wig on his head neatly.

"There," he stated. "Zim looks perfect!"

He looked towards the analog clock on his wall to check the time. A loud gasp was audible.

"6:45?! I'm going to be late!"

He ran out the door and down the road to get to his HiSkool. Once at the doors, he waited in line to enter the building. Luckily, it wasn't that long since prom that year was only for seniors.

"Zim Lastname?" The woman at the door asked. She gave him a polite smile. "It's nice to see you here! I didn't think you would show up. The voting for prom king and queen will take place over there." She pointed towards the far left side of the gymnasium where there seemed to be few people.

"Other than that, there aren't really many rules. Just don't commit any crimes!" She laughed at her own joke before clearing her throat. "Anyways, you can go now."

Upon entering the gym, Zim could already tell that he made a mistake. It was packed. There was no way to get around without bumping shoulders with people, which usually resulted in them spilling their drink all over you. And there wasn't even a low chance of it happening, because 90% of the teens there were holding red cups. It was almost like a minefield to him.

Still, he was determined to win prom queen. So, he got himself together and pushed through the sea of people. He didn't really know where he was going at first, but then he reached a clearing. And if that wasn't good enough, it was near the snack table. The heavens had opened up for him.

"Oh thank Irk, I-"

"Zim?!"

The Irken in question looked to his right to see the one and only Dib Membrane. Next to him was his sister... what was her name? Gad? Gas?

"You actually showed up?" Dib asked, astonished. "I thought I told you not to!"

"You don't control me! I can do whatever I want! And way better than you!"

Dib rolled his eyes before taking a sip of the cup he was holding.

"You must be on drugs or something, because I'm better than you at everything!"

"You lie! Zim is better!"

"No, I am!"

Gaz watched the pair argue back and forth with an amused look on her face. No matter where they were, they always found some way to fight. Even at an event like prom. It was immature, really, but also pretty funny. She took a look at the DJ station and smirked. A devilish plan was already coming to mind.

"Hey, I have a way for you guys to prove who's better," she announced. All of their attention was turned to her. "How about a dance battle? I'll request a song, and you guys will see who's the better dancer."

Dib's expression brightened.

"That sounds like a plan! I know for sure that I'm going to win!"

"No you won't! Zim will!" The Irken stood on the table, hands on his hips. "You'll eat my dust, Dib-stink!"

"You wish!"

"No, you wish!"

Dib slammed his cup onto the table, right next to Zim's shoes.

"We'll see about that!"

They made their way to the dance floor with one thought in mind. 'I must be better than him.'

When they arrived, they waited for Gaz to request the song. She seemed to be taking extra long, which was suspicious, but hey, it was Gaz. She was probably focused on her Gameslave or something.

Then, the dubstep music that was playing came to a sudden stop as the DJ spoke into the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now is the time you've been waiting for!" The music changed to a song with a slower pace, and couples started walking towards the area. Dib's eyes widened as it finally hit him. Gaz had requested a love song.

"Yup! It's slow-dancing time!"

Zim looked at everyone else and questioned what they were doing, or what was playing. It wasn't necessarily bad, in fact it was kind of soothing to his antennae. But the motions the other humans were making confused him. He didn't remember watching that on the television.

But what was even more confusing, and rather scary, was that Dib was holding his hand out to him with a serious expression.

"May I have this dance?" He asked with a scowl.

Zim knew that he backed down he would be called a coward. Not only that, but Dib would win, proving that he's the best. So, he got himself together and put on his serious face.

"You may."

The pair walked to the middle of the dance floor and got into their positions. Zim placed his hands on Dib's shoulders, while he placed his on the Irken's hips. They glared daggers at each other before proceeding to dance.

At first, there were a lot of problems. They kept stepping on eachother's feet and insulting mistakes that were made. Oh, and there was lots of complaining too. However, after a while, the music started setting in, and they were at peace.

Mere seconds ago, Dib was pissed about having to dance with Zim of all people. But then, he started enjoying it. To be honest, the alien didn't look too bad. And the dress really brought out his best features. He wondered what he would look like without the disguise. Probably better-

Dib shook his head.

This wasn't for fun, this was a competition. His stupid thoughts couldn't get the best of him, that would only make him lose. So, he focused on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Zim was having an internal battle. Dib met all of his standards. He was tall, smart, and... kind of handsome. And here he was, dancing with him, their faces only inches apart. It was really intense!

But he knew that they could never be a thing. There was too much hatred, and love was illegal on Irk anyways. Sure, those rules didn't apply to earth, but Zim would forever be loyal to his Tallest. Even if that meant following useless rules. He just hoped that Dib couldn't see the obvious blush on his face.

They danced back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth, getting into a rhythm. The rest of the world started blurring, their only focus on each other. Everything, their stress, their problems, it all just disappeared. The only thing on their minds being the soothing music that lead the dance.

And then, it stopped.

The song switched to a more upbeat song, and the couples on the floor started leaving. The boys looked at each other and realized that they had danced together for a good eight minutes. Zim was the first to react.

"Get off of me!" He yelled pushing him off. "That was horrible, absolutely horrible!"

"Yeah? Well I hated it too! I totally won that competition!"

Zim gasped. "You? Winning? What a fool! I won!"

"Actually," Gaz started. "You both lost. I mean, come on, I didn't know you guys would be that bad!" She started laughing, to their dismay.

"Oh come on, Gaz! We weren't that bad!"

"You stepped on Zim's feet like 10 times!"

Dib blushed. "I've never danced before, okay?"

"I could tell." Zim brushed himself off and walked away from the siblings. He needed time to process what had just happened and what he thought of his enemy.

Dib held his hand out to stop him, but then he stopped himself. He didn't need to waste his breath on him. At least, not right now. All he needed was some more punch and time for himself.

"Heyyy~"

Zim looked to his left to see Bryce Watson, one of the players on the football team. They never really talked much, and the only reason he even knew about him was because of Dib. They were both on the same team, and had won many games, so they were always on the news. Zim usually skipped those reports, but remembered their faces.

"Are you a haunted house? Because I'm gonna scream when I'm in ya~."

Zim smiled awkwardly. "Eh, what?"

"Your bedroom- I mean your dress would look great on my bedroom floor~."

"Oh." The alien realized that Bryce was in fact, drunk. That was why he was spewing unfunny jokes... if that's what he was doing. He didn't get the punchline of any of them, since they weren't any good.

"With skool, I just want an A, but with you, I just want to F~."

Zim rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, are you done? I don't get any of these jokes you're saying!"

Bryce started walking towards him, causing Zim to back up until he couldn't anymore thanks to the wall. Then, he pinned him and continued his attempts at flirting.

"These aren't jokes, they're pickup lines! And you'll definitely learn the difference after what I'm gonna do to you tonight~."

He placed his other hand on Zim's thigh and slowly started feeling up his skirt. Normally, the Irken would've killed him for even attempting to do what he was doing. But, the pure shock from the situation made him freeze up.

Luckily, he didn't need to do anything, because it all stopped when Bryce felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Dude, seriously?"

Standing right behind him was the man, the myth, the legend, Dib Membrane.

Zim blushed. Yes, he was relieved that he had put a stop to what was happening, however it was still embarrassing for him. His own enemy had seen him vulnerable, how exciting.

"What's wrong with you, dude? Zim's clearly not interested," he said as he pushed Bryce off of the alien. It wasn't too much, he just got him far enough to where he couldn't pin him again.

"How do you know that? Are you some kind of expert? Or, wait. Are you jealous?"

Dib blushed, but stood his ground. "No, I just can't watch him get raped by you!"

Bryce rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He turned his attention back to Zim. "Just know that you're missing out, big time. You won't get any pleasure from that dweeb." And with that, he left the pair alone.

"Are you okay?" Dib asked him hesitantly. He wasn't used to being nice to Zim, and to be honest, it wasn't that bad.

"Yeah... I was just scared. But I could've fought him! I didn't need your help!" Zim placed his hands on his hips and flashed a confident smile.

"Mhm, sure." Dib couldn't help but smile as well. Despite being almost raped, Zim seemed to be acting like himself. It was a skill that he wish he had himself.

"Attention! The voting for prom queen and king will now take place! If you want to participate, cast your votes!" The boys looked towards the booth which started filling up as more and more students walked over to it.

For some reason, Zim started feeling nervous. It wasn't like he was doubting himself or anything, but... what if they voted for someone else? Like Gretchen? No, maybe not Gretchen, but what about Jessica? What if he wasn't good enough? What if-

"Hey," Dib said interrupting his thoughts. He had a warm smile plastered on his face. "You have a great chance of winning, okay? There's no need to stress over it."

Zim smirked. "Where's this sudden change in attitude coming from, hm? I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you, I just find you very annoying."

The Irken shrugged. "I can live with that."

One by one the votes were cast until it was finally time to elect a king and queen. Everyone gathered by the stage as a teacher walked to the front of it, microphone in hand.

"Hello everyone! A few moments ago, you voted for who you wanted as your prom king and queen. So now, I'm going to count the votes and announce our winners!" She lifted up a small piece of paper and mumbled to herself before speaking into the mic again.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Due to popular demand, your new queen and king are... Zim Lastname and Dib Membrane!"

The crowd cheered as the pair walked onto the stage. Both hadn't expected to be chosen. Well, maybe Zim did kind of expect it, but at the last seconds he was second-guessing himself, so it still counted. The teacher placed two crowns on their heads and smiled.

"Now, let's back to dancing, everyone!"

The students went back to their little groups dancing, chatting, and drinking. However, instead of going back to Gaz, Dib stayed with Zim.

He held his hand out to him, repeating the same gesture as before.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked jokingly.

"I'd love to."

They got in the same position that they were in the first time, and danced once more. But this time, it was less aggressive and more meaningful. Almost as if they really did enjoy each other's presence.

They weren't professionals, not at all, but they still managed to have a good time. Unlike earlier, when they stepped on each other's feet, they just giggled and kept going. There wasn't any name-calling or insults, and overall they were having... fun.

Dib wanted more out of the dance. He wanted to show Zim how much he really appreciated him, how much he meant to him. So, he slowly dipped him and kissed the Irken who happily kissed back.