Zim had decided to drag him to his base for a lesson on Holidays, and then a storm had showed up and they were trapped. Together. While Dib wouldn't normally mind being n the aliens base, Zim was acting... strangely, to say the least.

First, the candy cane. Then the kiss. Then the second kiss. Then the dissapearing, and now the offering of hot cocoa.

"Take it. It'll warm you up," Zim offered.

Dib simply clung to the blanket that Gir had provided before flying out the window again.. "I'm good, thanks. You probably spiked it anyway."

"There are no spikes in this hot chocolate. I made especially sure that it was pointy-object free!"

Dib slapped his palm to his face, again.

"You probably poisoned it," he tried again.

"Nope!" Zim grinned widely. "Now drink and make yourself warm!" He thrust the mug into Dib's hands and plopped down on the couch next to him, holding an identical mug. Dib let his suspicioun cool for a minute.

"...If this harms me... in ANY way..."

"Calm yourself. The only thing Zim put in your drink was mushy-mellohs."

Dib examined it- this appeared to be true. He sighed, "Well alright, bottoms up," and then chugged about half the mug in one gulp.

It was surprisingly tangy.

But in a good way.

"Thith ith pretty good, Zim. Thanks," he said, blowing on the remainder of his liquid to cool it somewhat. He had scalded his tounge.

"Make no mention of it." Zim leaned over on him, resting his head on the boys shoulder. Dib wanted to scoot away, embarrassed and just a bit creeped out, but stayed put. He continued to blow on his cocoa.

"Burn your tounge?" grinned Zim.

"Shut up..." he mumbled, looking away and blushing for reasons he didn't fully understand.

Zim just continued to grin, sipping some of his. "Well don't worry. This stuff burns Zim's tounge a bit too."

"Well then why drink it?" Dib asked, turning to him with furrowed eyebrows. Just the slightest bit of concern showed in his expression.

"Because it's delicious."

Dib rolled his eyes. "Whatever..." Zim continued to lean against him, finishing his drink.

Eventually, the Invader got cold because of the holes Gir had left. "Dib...?" he started out, and then corrected himself. "Dib, I require use of your warmth device."

Dib stared at him. "You want under the blanket?" he asked flatly.

Without waiting for consent from Dib, Zim crawled under the covers and snuggled up to the toasty warm boy. Dib shivered, feeling the cold body up against his, but wrapped his arms around Zim, knowing they would both be warmer if they shared body heat.

Nope, this wasn't disturbing at all.

Dib tolerated it however, and even got comfortable enough when Zim warmed up to rest his head upon Zim's. In return Zim nuzzled him, trying to get into a comfortable postition for his antenna. They fell asleep under the covers this way, enemy cuddling against enemy.

When he came back, Gir even got a few pictures.