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2014

The City of Townsville was once again under a vicious, unrelenting assault.

It was already February and a few snowflakes were continuing to fall across the city. That wasn’t a deterrent for the Rowdyruff Boys, however, as they had somehow escaped from their maximum security prison and were wreaking havoc once again across the city with little regard for the mayhem and bloodshed they caused. They only gave one warning to the Mayor that they were looking for a fight before they started lasering as many cars on the highway as possible, making it a stupid game amongst themselves to see who could hit the most from their perch atop Morbucks Tower.

Thankfully, the Powerpuff Girls arrived on the scene in record time and split off into their usual groups of two, each seeking to once again hold off their counterpart.

Brick was seeing red.

Just looking at her stupid fucking (beautiful) face again was sending him into a frenzy, his hatred and obsession grasping like searing fingers, sinking deep into his mind and holding iron tight. It all just made him more confused than ever as he wrestled with wanting to beat her black and blue into the pavement and simultaneously ravage her body right there in the street.

He snarled and clenched his fists in a white knuckle grip, sending punch after punch at her nimble body. Most of them she artfully dodged, but it was one particularly swift blow to the chest that sent her careening through the air and through a Talking Dog billboard, splintering it with a tremendous crash.

Brick moved to follow but wasn’t prepared to find Blossom had already recovered and was sucking in a lungful of arctic air. When he showed himself again she blew it forcefully in his direction, which he cleanly avoided with a chuckle.

‘Never again, ice bitch.’

The entire right side of his body still hadn’t completely recovered from the sub-zero ice block she had put him in the last time they battled. He still remembered the incomprehensible, all-consuming cold pouring from her mouth and slamming against his body as his fist was straining, outstretched, just a breath away from colliding with her own face. He ended up frozen for nearly two months, and when he finally thawed he was horrified to discover that his right arm, hand and fingers were still colored black and blue with permanent frostbite. The deadly ice attack had even crawled up his shoulders and to his face, leaving a nasty scar and potentially permanent damage there, too. Butch joked with him he should just get an eye patch to complete his supervillain look. Brick didn’t care, as long as he could finally get his revenge on the girl that did this to him.

Fuck his father and his stupid directive to “conquer” the Powerpuff Girls.

After that humiliating ordeal, he was out for blood and he firmly decided that this time he wasn’t going to stop until the pink Puff was dead in the ground.

He retaliated with a sudden blast of his heat rays and she shrieked with surprise when the red hot beam sliced across her shoulder, faster and more precisely than she could have ever anticipated.

He had spent his days in prison training and planning for this moment. Morbucks even allowed their use of her modified Danger Grid, where they could hone their powers and strategies just like the Powerpuff Girls.

He was stronger. Faster. Better than before.

Brick and Blossom had been trading blows for almost an hour now, with no signs of either of them backing down. Blossom’s pink eyes were glowing fiercely and her face was a mask of determination despite the dirt and blood that stained her features. Brick was wearing a smirk that he’d hoped was infuriatingly smug as he tanked hit after hit while barely flinching. She hid it well, but he guessed that his iron resolve was very much wearing down what little patience she had left. His “Brick Wall” of defense was near impenetrable and sure to wear down any super that dared to face him.

As the fight wore on their hair and clothes became more and more disheveled and he eventually stopped to pull his t-shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. Blossom relaxed her posture in order to take a breath herself—this proved a costly mistake as Brick was already on her again, laying into her with an unrelenting fury.

“Had enough yet, babe?” Brick’s punches carried like thunder as Blossom matched him blow for blow once she had recovered from her initial surprise.

“You wish,” she quipped, before taking a particularly devastating blow to the cheek, causing her blood to spray across the air in a brilliant arc.

She spun around to re-engage but a perfectly timed knee to her middle sent her sprawling on her hands and knees, coughing and spitting up blood. He smirked down at her, the sweat dripping down his body now making his t-shirt cling to his steely muscles and a delicious darkness swirling in his crimson eyes.

“Heh, I definitely like you on your knees for me, babe. Should do it more often,” he took a few menacing steps closer.

Comments like this from him weren’t new and he braced for her swift retaliation. 

But to his surprise, it never came.

Instead Blossom just looked up at him slowly with a coy smirk and rested back on her haunches.

I know there's no form

And no labels to put on

To this thing we keep

And dip into when we need

He realized her face and body were drenched in sweat as well and he immediately was forced to admit to himself that he found the sight… alluring. Her slow, heavy breaths were coming out in small white puffs of mist, but it was hard to tell if that was from the winter air or her natural icy breath. Her long red hair clung to her glistening neck and her tight uniform left almost nothing to the imagination. Brick swallowed thickly.

“Is that so?”

He wasn’t prepared for that sultry smile on her face and that husky tone to her voice. She licked her lips slowly, pushing a lock of long hair out of her burning eyes. That alone was enough to send an electric shock directly to his groin. 

Her actions surprised him, but not as much as the next sentence out of her pretty mouth.

“Then I want you to fuck me, Brick.” 

Her request hit him like a sledgehammer to the face. His eyes went wide and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly but he immediately covered it up with feigned nonchalance.

“You think I’m that naive, babe? I know this has gotta be a trap. Now, get up and fight me.”

“Not a trap, Brick,” she purred, rising slowly to her feet and resting a hand on her hip. He swallowed again and an involuntary growl rumbled in his throat. His name sounded so good in her mouth.

“I know you’ve wanted me for a long time,” She tilted her head back and he watched, captivated, as a drop of sweat slid teasingly down her neck, “So how about it? You’ve shown me your power in a fight. Let’s see if you can keep up with me in bed.”

‘This bitch isn’t for real. She’s definitely fucking with me.’

Brick was almost concerningly still. When he moved again, a small crater was formed in the middle of the street when he launched off the ground and towards the pink Puff. The air around him sizzled and ignited by his super speed, his fists pulled back and ready to strike. The fire in his eyes was burning ever brighter. 

‘Fuck this bitch for mocking me. I’ll make her pay for that!’

He was on her in an instant but noticed too late she hadn’t moved to dodge, block or strike him. He was momentarily stunned when her hands suddenly steadied his face and their lips met in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. 

Brick made a positively embarrassing noise deep in his throat when her icy lips made contact, and then all at once he was too far gone to fight it.

And I don't have the right

To ask where you go at night

But the waves hit my head

To think someone's in your bed

The Powerpuff obsession planted deep in his brain and set to fester for the past seven years ignited in a brilliant flood of dopamine and endorphins. The feeling brought with it an explosive cocktail of pleasure and self-hatred. This was his ultimate goal, after all, but it was also antithetical to everything he thought he stood for for the majority of his life. 

But even if Blossom could still be trapping him somehow, he was already too mush-brained to care at the moment as he settled for furiously kissing her back. He shackled himself to her with his powerful hands, burning a trail down her back with his embrace. 

Brick didn’t even realize they were still moving until Blossom hit the wall of a nearby building hard enough to leave an indent. His super senses were on overdrive trying to take it all in: her delicious cherry scent washing over him, his rough lips battling her own soft ones, the salty, coppery taste of their mixed sweat and blood, his hands now wandering her body. Her ridiculously fucking built body that was way too fucking covered by goddamn clothes. It was all too much to allow him the time or capacity to process what the fuck just happened. 

Without another thought, they had crashed through the wall and into an apartment building’s hallway. A few more broken locks and doorways later and they were in a poor stranger’s unoccupied kitchen, continuing their furious make-out session without even sparing a thought for if someone might be home.

They pulled apart long enough for a moan to escape Blossom’s mouth and Brick’s knee shoved her legs apart in response. The sounds she made were like a sweet fucking drug and he was already addicted. His arm wrapped around her waist and pressed her onto him, hard. Instant relief surged through him as she eagerly grinded on his thigh. He wasted no further time as he lifted her off of him and onto the counter. 

Heart pounding and mind racing, Brick still took a moment to take her in. His gaze zeroed in on her eyes, usually so soft and kind and a dazzling light pink, they now glowed bright in the darkness, holding a hot pink hunger that made him harder than he’d ever been before. He’d never seen a look in her eyes like that and he was desperate for more.

‘…Am I really desperate? Or is she just asking to have that smug look wiped off her beautiful face? Fuck this cunt for thinking she can control me. Only I control me.’

He mentally grappled with his own thoughts while he heard himself chuckle, his hands sliding up her thighs as he settled between them. 

‘ But if she’s here and begging, who am I to turn it down? I’d be crazy not to…’

He wasn’t sure who initiated the next kiss, but it was clear who was in control of it. Brick’s kiss was no less demanding than the previous one, but Blossom seemed stunned at its deliberate, ruinous slowness. The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smirk. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like this, hands roaming and mouths battling, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. His mouth continually established dominance over her own between their breaths. His dominance was the only thing about this that didn’t feel wrong, and he basked in it while he could.

‘I’ll show this bitch who’s really in control here…’

He yanked her red ribbon free from her hair and tangled his fingers near her scalp, where he then tightened his grip and pulled, hard . Blossom, caught by surprise, yelped as her head followed his hand back, exposing her neck to his eager lips. A surge of pleasure rushed through him as he made his way down the column of her throat to suck at the spot above her collarbone.

‘Yes. Violence feels right. It’s the only way any of this feels right…’

There was a steady ache building in his cock now, though he forced himself to prolong the moment and not rush his movements with her. She wouldn’t be getting away, not now, not when he was so close to what he needed. Even if she had a sudden change of heart. He’d make damn sure of that.

He made quick work of his shirt and dragged her even closer to him. Their chests pressing together making his dick tighten with want. 

Brick returned to kissing her senseless and sliding his hand up her dress, teasing at the waistband of her leggings. Then, suddenly, his hand slid into them and his fingers probed over the fabric of her panties. 

“Goddamn babe, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re soaked through. Is this what you wanted all along? My hand in your pants while I get you off with my fingers? Because I can do that, babe, but you’ll have to beg for it, heh.” 

The words seemed to come out on their own and his voice was dark and full of lust. To his surprise, Blossom didn’t fire back, but rather just looked back at him with a wanton look in her eyes.

“Do whatever you want to me, Brick. I’m yours.”

He grinned at that as he started to tease and touch her. He hoped she was in sweet fucking misery as he teased her like he had all the time in the fucking world. His fingers circled her clit lazily through her panties, and never where she needed him. He was delighted in her frustration, moving with her when she attempted to shift her hips to get him in the right spot. 

“Brick,” Blossom panted, “I need you. Now.” 

He growled and pulled her off the counter, holding her ass while her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. The new angle and pressure of their hips was all too much for Brick now. As he flew down the hallway looking for a bedroom, she tightened her grip on him and used her leverage to grind against his crotch directly, causing him to actually whimper pathetically.

He froze, praying she hadn’t heard that pitifully embarrassing noise as he immediately took his sudden surge of embarrassment and anger out on her without warning.

Blossom’s breath was knocked out of her as Brick slammed her into the wall again hard enough to crack the plaster and knock some nearby pictures to the floor. She was still propped up on his hips, but one of Brick’s hands was very suddenly back in her pants and continuing the teasing pattern he’d loved torturing her with earlier. 

“I can’t believe you,” she managed with a huff, her voice coming out far more ragged than he’d ever imagined it could. 

“If you want to go to the bedroom, you’re gonna have to beg me,” After a moment of silence, he pressed his thumb directly onto her clit for the first time, leaving Blossom gasping and squirming against the wall. “ Beg. ”

“Please, Brick. Fuck me now .”

Satisfied, Brick kicked the door off its hinges and dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, not prepared for her clever hands to immediately go to his own crotch.

Her clever hands that felt way, way too experienced.

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

Don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

“Ooooh…” Brick muttered softly as she caressed him, his violence and roughness temporarily sated at her agonizing touch. 

For a brief, blissful moment, he didn’t care that it was her. All he cared about was the incredible way she was making him feel. He’d never felt anything like it before. He hadn’t even touched himself before, always believing due to a deeply ingrained cosmic manipulation that he should save himself for his counterpart. His cock was straining painfully against his tight black jeans and Blossom’s incessant giggling the moment she felt him didn’t help matters. She continued to nuzzle her face against his small bulge, smirking all the while at his soft moans and twitchy reactions. With every teasing touch she stoked the fire behind his eyes even more.

“Mmm, I wasn’t expecting a strong, tough guy like you to have such an adorable cock,” Blossom said in a cheery lilt, quite the contrast to the sultry voice she had earlier and the hungry look in her blazing pink eyes. She brought her hands up to work his zipper, smirking at him all the while. When she began to leave gentle kisses down his stomach he was already shuddering at the contact. She slowly pulled his pants down to his ankles, then teased her icy fingertips along the edge of his boxers. Her touch dragged a full body shiver down all of his limbs and another embarrassing moan tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. He was so worked up he didn’t even have time to feel nervous about the object of his desire and simultaneous lifetime enemy seeing him… all of him.

“Babe…”

Blossom smiled up at him and finally ceased her teasing as she pulled out his cock over the top of his boxers. She cooed at how hard he was and gave the tip a quick peck, causing him to twitch and quiver.

Brick moaned long and loud, nearly coming on contact. Somehow he held himself back, mentally strangling himself for being so completely under her spell.

‘How is this stupid bitch doing this to you, you pathetic loser?’

“Cute! A pretty little cock for a pretty little boy,”  Distantly he heard Blossom’s voice with a quiet giggle. Her infantilizing cadence and comments knocked him out of his mental spiral only briefly, igniting a new flame of paradoxical hatred and desire in his belly. 

Brick blushed hard and managed to tear his eyes away with a scowl. He knew from the unfortunate fact he had seen his brothers that he was on the… smaller side, and he was more than a touch sensitive about it. Her cutting directly to the source of his insecurity felt calculated. This was certainly a trap, and now he was sure. He clenched his eyes shut and ground his teeth together, forcing himself to jerk back from her touch.

‘I knew this bitch was just going to mock me. Fuck her. I’m gonna tear her tongue right out of her mouth…’

His eyes blazed red and heated up, he clenched his fist, pulled back to strike her and opened his mouth to scold her out loud. As if sensing his retaliation approaching, she quickly leaned forward to wrap her soft lips around his shaft. Even his rage boiling over couldn’t stop the absolute rapture that washed over him at the feeling. He let out a choked sob as she began to suck and bob her head, setting a lazy pace as she made sure to gently massage his balls with one hand, too.

“F-f-f-f-f-fuck…”

After a few moments her hand moved from his balls to his ass, and she pulled back to comment on it.

“I’m jealous, you have a great ass, Brick ,” Blossom said with a giggle, then playfully smacked his pale cheeks when she said his name sensually again. She hit hard enough to leave behind a red handprint as Brick let out another terribly embarrassing moan.

‘God, can’t you get a hold of yourself?! You should be caving her face in right now, you fucking simp.’

Meanwhile, her other hand had reached up to caress his abs. Muscles that he knew Blossom had caught a glimpse of earlier when Brick had pulled up his shirt to wipe his face after their fight had worked up such a sweat. She was clearly a big fan of Brick’s slim but toned physique. In spite of the teasing and the inner turmoil about if he should enjoy this or hate it, Brick’s confidence and his cock swelled.

‘Is this why we were supposed to… conquer them? To feel this way?’

She leaned forward again to swirl her ice-cold tongue over the tip of his dick, before taking more of him in her mouth with enthusiasm. Brick was even more surprised at himself when he felt compelled to reach down and help move her hair aside, gently running his fingers through it. She probably didn’t think him capable of such a tender gesture. But he was inexperienced and she was making him feel really, really good. The pink Puff couldn’t help but blush a little herself, before returning her attention to her expert ministrations. It wasn’t long before he began to tremble.

“…I-I-I think I’m going to...” Brick said awkwardly after a few moments, the young virgin not prepared for what this level of intense stimulation would do to him for the first time. Blossom chuckled deep in her throat as she began to pull back and a pleasant pop of her lips rang out as his cock fell out of her mouth. He groaned and then growled at the loss of her.

“Can’t have you coming quuuite yet. Don’t worry though, I know it’s your first time,” Blossom said casually, giving Brick a reassuring smile. This smile was different from the playful smirk she’d had on her face earlier. She wanted him to know she knew, and didn’t mind in the slightest.

‘Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. I don’t need her pity or her Everything Nice bullshit…’

Brick’s cheeks burned and a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some lame ass virgin, fucking bitch,” Brick snapped, gripping the wrist that was caressing him with Super strength and pulling her to her feet. “I’m not that gay loser, Harry Pitt.”

Brick didn’t know why he brought up that name, he knew she was lying about that fat loser being her boyfriend in their previous fight. It was all a big lie. A big, ugly lie designed to get him to lose focus and lose his mind so that she could freeze him and end the fight. He was a fool for falling for it once, he wouldn’t fall for it again.

It didn’t matter that deep down he still wanted to watch the life fade from her eyes while he squeezed her neck. The idea that she was with another man was still more agonizing, more impossible.

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

I don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

“Oh, no,” Blossom shook her head and her smirk was back, “his dick is much bigger than this,” at ‘this’ she traced her fingertips over Brick’s eager length, causing his whole body to shiver. “I can still work with this, though. And it can be our little secret,” She placed a quick peck on his lips, giving his shaft a squeeze on the word ‘little.’

‘Fuck. This. Bitch.’

If Brick was merely blushing before, he was on fire now. He released his grip on Blossom’s other hand but didn’t respond as she bent down and began to kiss and feel his abs again. But the truth was he couldn't respond even if he wanted to. Her speaking of another man’s size was truly incomprehensible to him and the reality of his mental curse, so he simply ignored her comment in self preservation as she continued planting some sensual smooches along his body.

She moved up a little more, giving his well defined pectorals some attention as well. Her hands rubbed up and down the sides of his torso, leaving icy trails along the surface of his skin, making sure all the while not to bump into his manhood too much, knowing even mild stimulation at this point would lead to an orgasm already.

“Gosh, you’re buff…” Blossom said as she moved to sit up on his stomach, his cock now up against her ass. He didn’t know when or how they had ended up on the bed with him flat on his back and her on top, but for some reason he wasn’t about to question it.

She still had her entire uniform on, somehow. Brick, on the other hand, had been stripped of all of his clothes completely, even his shoes.

‘How in the fuck did that happen…?’

Blossom reached up to begin unzipping her dress, then she reached down to grab one of the hands at his sides and brought it up to her chest.

Brick didn’t respond as he instinctively began to grope one of her soft breasts, then he brought his other hand up to do the same. Finally he glanced at Blossom and voiced his request, since she had just been patiently watching him with a smirk.

“Can I feel them, like, bare? ” Brick asked stiffly. He immediately seethed at how much he sounded like a loser virgin. His father’s words suddenly rang in his head.

“A God does not make requests, a God commands.”

Why was he asking permission? He was a goddamn Rowdyruff Boy. He had already resolved to take what he needed from her at this point. Blossom giggled and reached up to begin taking her dress off.

As if broken out of a spell by his own humiliation, Brick growled and gripped her dress impatiently. He was tired of waiting. He gave the hem of her dress a tug, wasting no time with zippers or a potential slow striptease as he tore it to shreds to get to her body. After her dress was gone his next barrier was her black undershirt. He didn’t have the patience for anything else as he also ripped the nearly indestructible garment in half. She was left only in a tight sports bra and her black leggings.

‘Why does this girl have so many fucking clothes? It’s all just to taunt me.’

The thin fabric of her sports bra only added to the friction on her excited nipples as she rolled it up just enough to reveal her bare chest. 

Brick kept his eyes averted because he knew once he was staring again, he wouldn’t be able to look away. The power she held over him only stoked the flames of his rage more and more.

He could also already feel his orgasm building after all that had happened and he wasn’t about to embarrass himself any more than he already had in front of his ridiculously hot counterpart. Just one look might send him over the edge too soon. He jolted slightly when Blossom began stimulating his own nipples. The sensation made him see red all over again. He let out another moan of surprise which quickly devolved into another growl of embarrassment as she simply giggled at his reaction to her teasing.

She grinned as Brick finally let himself stare at her breasts. They were medium sized, soft and round, pale-pink nipples peaked in excitement. Once he had laid eyes on her, Brick was powerless to resist as he sat up to bury his face between her tits. Blossom chuckled at how eager he was and brought one hand up to grab a fistful of his long red locks.

Brick gave her left breast a few rough kisses, showing his inexperience with the way he handled her, but Blossom didn’t seem to mind as he moved to begin sucking on her nipple. He showered her left breast in attention as he teased the right nipple between his fingers. She let out a small moan of her own, her unoccupied hand falling to rest on one of his shoulders.

In a swift movement, he had her position swapped and now she was flat on the bed with Brick smirking down at her. He felt like a man possessed with his actions. He continued moving forward again and crowded her back towards the headboard until she was pushed against it, then worshiped the skin of her collarbones, leaving a few rough bites.

He ripped her leggings off, leaving barely a shred to remember them by. Her black panties were now the only barrier between Brick and the ultimate goal. 

‘Maybe once I… conquer her. All of this will be over. I’ll be free. These fucking thoughts and feelings will finally be over.’

He gripped her thighs in a hold that quickly turned bruising as he left rough kisses up her strong legs and towards her soaking pussy. Loath as he was to admit it, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Take me, Brick…” She breathed, eyes clenched shut and hands gripping the pillow. 

The sound of her voice cast a fresh spell that slowed his movements. He felt himself only chuckle in response, the delicious vibration of which traveled along her thigh. He worked very hard to control himself as he dragged her panties down her legs.

Brick hooked his arms under the back of her thighs and held her in a vice grip. “You want me, babe?” 

“Yes,” Blossom breathed out, more desperate now.

“Beg me. Again .”

“I need your hands,” she started, sparks shooting through him as they came alive on her legs and stomach, “on me.” Soon she was gasping as they found their way to her breasts again. “In me.” A hand left her chest to tease her entrance. 

All of the sudden he had the revelation that he was listening to her and, worse, following her. He realized with horror this is not the way he wanted this to go. He huffed, assuring himself that she had no control. He was only touching her because he needed to, to end this fucking curse, not because she was commanding him.

“Your mouth. Everywhere .”

He actually stilled at the absolute want in her voice, and he remained frozen for a few more agonizing seconds, and then his head finally dipped and— oh. 

Oh God .

She tasted so fucking sweet.

Regardless of what he really wanted or needed to do, a taste that sweet would give any man or woman pause. It was truly ambrosia of the Gods themselves.

‘She really is the only Goddess worthy of being by my side...’

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

Don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

Blossom’s back arched at his touch, but was stopped by the precarious position he had moved her into. She was now pinned hard against the headboard, completely at his mercy. 

She tried to grind herself on his face, unsatisfied with his inexperienced technique, but his hands gripped her hips with bone-breaking force to stop her. Brick slowed his pace and kept her on the brink each time she attempted to get more out of him. The teasing and pain was the only part about this he could freely admit to himself he deeply enjoyed.  

“ Hurry up,” Brick almost didn’t recognize Blossom’s voice as she whined at him.

“Babe,” He began, voice low and commanding. “You aren’t going to come until I say so. Even if it takes all fucking night.”

Maybe if his inexperience was masked as intentional teasing she wouldn’t know just how much he had no idea what he was doing.

With that he disappeared between her legs once more, probing a curious finger at her entrance again. With him so fucking close to where she needed him to be, Blossom let out her first loud, unabashed moan of the evening. The sound was hypersonic and easily shattered every breakable object in the immediate radius. Her exclamation had a profound effect on him; his eyes brightened and he rewarded her with finally pushing his finger into her. She gasped and throbbed around him—so, so close but still needing more, more—

Her fists clenched the sheets and she let out a loud gasp followed by a single breathy “ fuck .” Brick’s eyes snapped up to hers once more, this time with approval shining in them, as he added a second finger.

Now she knew what he wanted and was all too eager to give it to him. A stream of oh , fuck , and don’t stop s tumbled from her lips as each one brought a reward that drove her closer to the edge. 

“Oh god— Brick ,” she gasped. 

At the sound of his name, Brick attacked her center with newfound fervor. His ego was ravenous and she was the feast laid bare before him. Blossom seemed to be speeding towards her orgasm at a brisk pace, pink power sparking brightly on her skin to match her passion.

And the lights, they glow

Like I just lost the World War

And the scene slips away

To the evenness I fake

Then, right as the pool of heat in her lower belly was cresting into a wave, he made himself pull off and away from her, leaving her confused and unsatisfied at the edge. 

She pushed herself up on her elbows, cocking a sharp brow at him. He smirked, smug, as he could feel her seething as she glared back at him. 

‘There we go. Hate me, cunt.’

He said nothing as he reached for her.

His hand was nearly at her neck when she bent down and captured the fingers that were just inside her in her mouth. An almost comical expression crossed his face as she sucked herself off of them, giving her the distraction she needed to push him sideways into the pillow and pin his hips with her legs bracketing them.

He gazed up at her still lost in his own head as she ground herself onto his hips, and despite the sudden role reversal, that same arrogant smile settled back on his lips. This time Blossom was at a vantage point to kiss it off properly. She crashed down on him, rolling her hips as his eager erection teased against her ass.

“What’re ya gonna do now, babe?” He arched an eyebrow at her.

‘The fuck are you doing, dumbass? You’re supposed to be in control.’

All conscious thoughts became impossible again as she grasped his little shaft tightly and began to guide him where she wanted him, immediately draining all the air from his lungs at her rough treatment of his body. The strain of Brick’s muscles as he bucked instinctively into her hand brought a smile to her face.

His hands settled on her hips as she finally placed him at her entrance. She sank down slightly and slowly, only taking in the tip of his dick. Brick let out an exasperated sigh before bucking his hips towards hers again, but she rose with him, preventing him from sinking into her any further.

‘Oh, HELL no.’

She smirked at him, but he tightened his grip on her hips and slammed her onto him. She was caught by surprise and gasped aloud at the sudden intrusion. Then, as he gripped her tightly she winced in pain. 

“Pain. Sweet, all-consuming pain. Break them. Conquer them. And they, too, will know the truth.”

Blossom glared down at him as he smirked back up at her. She then slowly peeled his hands from her hips and laced their fingers together, leaning forward to pin them into the pillow beside his head. With his earlier stunt in mind, Blossom stayed low on him and kept him buried deep inside her, opting for shorter thrusts. 

“You’re doing so good, Brick…” She said between labored breaths, a warm smile growing on her face but a twinkle of mischief still in her eyes. “I’ve fucked so, so many virgins, and this is definitely not the worst.”

He growled out at that and had a momentary mental collapse as he failed to try to process the idea of her fucking other people. 

‘She’s such a… fucking… liar…!’ He managed to think as she fucked him senseless.

The very concept that she had dated other people immediately sent him into a feral state. He was wrestling with these thoughts for a while as she continued shamelessly riding him.

‘Fucking bitch… you won’t make a fool out of me…’

Hips still rolling, she released his hands and placed them on his neck for a searing kiss. His own hands flew to her neck, too, and just barely he held back the urge to start choking her as a burning rage surged powerfully through his veins. 

It's a cheat somewhere

'Cause I don't really want you, girl

But you can't be free

'Cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Instead he trailed them down her arms until he laced their fingers once more. Before she knew what was happening, he’d crossed her arms behind her back and locked in his grip on them.

Blossom looked simultaneously pissed and impressed. The pace he set was not slow but one he could keep up for a while due to that good ol’ Chemical X stamina. His thrusts were deep and rough; each one jolting her forward until her face buried in his neck. He felt her chest heaving against his and heard the breathlessness in her voice when she moaned against his ear. He returned with a groan of his own.

“Don’t forget. I’m fucking you , remember?” 

Her moan was muffled by his skin, his heavy breathing slipping back into the dirty talk he had teased her with earlier.

“What, babe? No elaborate plan? No witty comment? C’mon, use your words.”

“Uh—oh, fuck , Brick— I’msoclose .”

He wasn’t prepared for that honest admission but the reality of it all came crashing down at once as he increased his pace accordingly.

‘What the fuck do you care about her pleasure? This is all about you and making her yours.’

He adjusted his grip on her wrists to free one of his hands, which buried itself in her hair and led her lips to his. She flexed and twisted her arms to test his hold but he remained locked on her.

He kissed her, sloppily and open-mouthed, until the movement of their bodies was too much for them to keep contact. Soon he simply held her head tightly above his own as they gasped and moaned into each other’s mouths. 

A particularly deep thrust hit a spot in Blossom that drew a pained whimper out of her, and it was that sound that signaled to Brick that he’d won this battle between them. He had wrestled control away from Blossom and now they both knew it. He allowed himself a genuine smile.

‘Fuck yes. I win.’

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

I don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

“Please, please Brick . Can I— okay , I’m begging. Please let me come,” she rasped.

He finally released her wrists and held her hips steady as he pounded into her from below with bone-breaking force. She used her hands to stabilize herself on his shoulders and capture him in a proper kiss, whimpering into his mouth while his pace increased.

“You can come, babe. Come, now ,” He nearly growled the last command.

Her body tensed and fell apart as pleasure rolled over her in devastating waves, pink power sparking and glowing on her skin. Her back arched as much as it could with his arm still locked around her waist. Her muscles contracted until she doubled over into him, biting his shoulder hard to withhold another sonic scream. The powerful sound caught in her throat and released as a mangled, guttural groan once he slowed, dragging her back down to earth. 

Brick’s hands left her body and gripped her face, bringing their lips together and slowly pushing their bodies upright. Their breathing was heavy and they took this moment to catch it. 

As Blossom shifted to presumably disentangle herself from Brick’s body, he had already disappeared from under her, leaving her upright on her knees facing the headboard. His weight settled onto the bed behind her, his arousal pressed insistently into her backside, and his lips ghosting the nape of her neck.

‘It’ll be better from behind… this way I won’t be captivated by her smug fucking face…’

His hands slid over her body, pausing on her breasts before continuing down her abs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He clumsily massaged her clit and she gasped as his fingers circled roughly over it. 

Blossom’s hand followed suit and she reached behind her to grasp his dick, his grip tightening on her magnificently as she did so. The speed and strength of his movements went from merely rough to Super in a matter of moments. Despite her weariness from their last round, Blossom’s body still had an electric response to him prepping her for the next one. 

An attempt to spin and face him was immediately thwarted by an arm tightening around her hip while the other pressed between her shoulder blades so that suddenly she was bent before him. If Blossom thought she was at his mercy before, she certainly was now. 

His hands gripped her ass and smoothed over her back, thumbs tracing the soft skin still marred with bruises from their fight only minutes before. Then, with little warning, they tightened on her hips and held her steady as he thrust into her. Blossom cried out and lurched forward as his hips slammed into hers at a pace neither of them could keep up for long, superpowers or not. 

She ground back onto Brick with equal enthusiasm, then arched her back and hummed in satisfaction at the low moan it drew from his lips. The sheets curled in her fists as her second orgasm rapidly approached. 

There was a sharp pull to her head as he wrapped the ends of her hair around his hand. He continued to thrust into her at a blinding pace, he could already feel the end was near as Blossom dropped onto her elbows in weakness. He released her hair and gripped her hips once more.

“Fuck, fuck , Brick. I’m almost there. I’m gonna come again— please ,” She arched her back as much as she could and tossed her hair to the side to look back at him. They made eye contact, pink and red eyes shining in the dark, and she shot him a look that said last longer, I dare you . His movements stuttered and became erratic a moment later.

He leaned forward til he was flush against her back, his voice hoarse as he whispered in her ear. “Come for me.” 

And god, she did. Her second orgasm of the night was by far the most intense. Her arms gave out entirely and her face pressed into the comforter. She cried out his name and with it came a powerful blast of her ice breath, freezing the blankets and the pillow completely. 

Suddenly Brick was pulling her up by her hair and shackling her into him; his thrusts shallow as he worked feverishly to find his own release. 

What seemed to be an imminent climax when she was blowing him only became farther and farther away as he continued to thrust desperately.

‘No, no, no, NO, NO!’

Suddenly, her sleight weight was pressed against his back as she appeared behind him just as he had done before, his dick left hanging useless and twitching in the air, thrusting at nothing, abruptly denied his release. He choked out a gasp as she murmured into the shell of his ear.

“You did so well, Brick… but you know I can’t let you finish inside. It’s not our time, yet,” Blossom said softly as she began stroking his long red hair.

After a moment Brick found his voice again.

“W-what…?”

Blossom began to place gentle kisses to the back of his neck and his shoulders, and the push of her soft breasts on his back almost made him forget about the brutal edging she had just put him through. 

He felt her gentle hands creep around his sides and his hips, nimble fingers circling around his shaft with calculated pressure. He leaned back into her body instinctively, not even allowing himself to care anymore that she knew what she was doing. He just wanted to come that badly.

His body was begging for release and he hoped she knew it with the way he was trembling now. Despite the ache in his groin and the grinding in his head he still moaned in contentment at her touch. He felt her smile against his neck.

‘I… I can’t stop wanting her… not when she’s touching me like this. Stop it, you goddamn fucking simp!’ His mind screamed at him.

Suddenly, she spoke again, muffled slightly against his sweaty hair as she stroked him, bringing him closer and closer…

"Oh Brick, wouldn't it have been nice?"

He managed to open his eyes abruptly and replied shakily, "W-what, babe?”

"If any of this was real?”

I wanna make up my mind

But I don't know myself

No I don't know myself

Brick tumbled off his cot, hitting the floor with an angry shout.

“Finally, you’re up.”

Princess’s sneering voice was unmistakable from the front of his cell. Everything in the room was bathed in the slight orange glow of his Antidote X containment, an existence he had become very familiar with over these past six months.

“Fuck off, bitch,” Brick had absolutely no patience for whatever the curly-haired woman wanted as he shook off the remnants of his incredible, horrible dream. Blossom’s body felt so close, and so real…

He realized with annoyance that he had made a hell of a mess in his pants, and growled more as he realized Princess was not only not leaving him alone, but calmly walking towards him.

“Your dad said he tortures you in your dreams ever since you were revived. So, you really have them every day, huh?” Princess stood in front of his head and bent down, expression unreadable.

“You need your hearing checked, cunt? I said to fuck off.”

Princess tutted and stood up straight again.

“That’s no way to speak to your benefactor. I can help you with your little Blossom problem, y’know.”

Brick scoffed as he hoisted himself back up into his thin bed, rolling over to face away from her.

“How the fuck do you know I have a Blossom problem?”

“Your dad doesn’t really hold back when it comes to his evil plans,” Princess said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

He just made a non-commital grunt. Then, after a beat: “What the fuck do you know about Blossom?”

“Oh, not much… she was just my girlfriend for six months and we fucked more times than I can count,” she leaned forward again and grinned devilishly, “and I can assure you, it’s way better than whatever your stupid dream has cooked up.”

Suddenly Brick was on his feet, pushing her weakly into the wall by the scruff of her shirt.

‘Fucking Antidote X…’

“Stop lying,” his voice had dropped to a deadly rumble.

Princess was unfazed and continued smiling.

“Oh, it’s no lie, and you know it to be true deep down. I know that demon showed you glimpses of Blossom’s life while you were in Heck. Your fucked up mind might have warped some of the details, but I know for a fact Blossom dated a lot of people. And she had sex with all of them,” Princess explained, then narrowed her eyes as her voice got softer, “That’s why she became so good at it… But you wouldn’t know that, would you?”

Brick could only growl at Princess’s answer but didn’t have any evidence to deny it. He released her roughly, but in his weakened state she only stumbled to the side and not fully to the ground.

“So what the fuck do you want from me, bitch? Just here to torture me with your supposed sexual conquest of the only girl I’m ever allowed to dream of? The only girl meant to be with me, apparently?”

I wanna make up my mind

But I don't know myself

No I don't know myself

Princess blinked. 

‘He took that surprisingly well, and was surprisingly lucid, too. Maybe the more time he spends out of that demon’s void the more of his own self he retains…’

She smiled, “It’s simple. We have a mutual interest in Blossom. I want to keep her under my control and you want her under your body. We can make both of these things happen if we work together.”

A long silence hung in the room. Then, finally, Brick’s burning red eyes met Princess’s dark gaze.

“I’m listening. Get on with it.”

“Good.”

She walked towards the far wall and leaned against it casually. She was dressed in the typical purple and gray Morbucks guard uniform but with a few extra flourishes here and there—most notably her signature yellow cloak and the diamond-studded tiara that always sat atop her head. She was the ‘Queen Warden,’ the stupid title she had given herself, and she was not subtle about it with her flashy style and swagger as she patrolled the facility.

She began to explain the brief history of the prison and subsequent relationship with Blossom. He listened distantly as she spoke of manipulation and blackmail. As much as it enraged him, he couldn’t help but be a little impressed at her ingenuity and ability to force a Super like Blossom under her thumb, even as a mere human. Princess may very well be a powerful ally he should keep on his side.

“…So that brings us to the current issue. The Morbucks family is always looking for valuable assets and here in the prison, getting the inmates to fall in line is always going to be a must. There’s still distrust among some of gen pop, and we need to be unified in order for my future plans to actually work. It’s no secret that you and your brothers are the top dogs here, so I need you to be our muscle on the inside and keep everyone in line. And the reward for being a good little boy? We’ll lighten your containment. That means less Antidote X. Less restrictions. More …fun .”

Brick finally smirked at that.

“Less Antidote X. I like the sound of that. But what do you mean by ‘ fun?’ ”

“Whatever your little heart desires, Bricky-boy,” she smirked in return, “Butch requested conjugal visits pretty much immediately. I imagine he’ll find some members of his fan club to fuck or something. Knowing him, some Buttercup lookalikes.”

Brick just shook his head. Typical Butch.

“As for Boomer? I offered him the conjugal visits, too. But he’s still saving himself for Bubbles. The psycho. He eventually asked for some banned books. Science books, terrorist stuff. He wants to build bombs and robots and other things like that. I swear that boy hasn’t been right in the head ever since Bubbles screamed his brain back into a functioning state.”

Brick grunted in understanding.

“So that leaves you. You want the conjugal visits, or do you have something else in mind?”

Brick was silent. He knew he didn’t want conjugal visits. Like Boomer, he was saving himself for Blossom, just like she was saving herself for him. But what else could he possibly want…?

I wanna make up my mind

But I don't know myself

No I don't know myself

Suddenly, it hit him as he remembered his most recent visitor and the aftermath of their confrontation.

“I want to kill Harry Pitt.”

“Hmm… an interesting request. Shouldn’t be difficult to pull off. Dude’s a total pussy. You want to do the honor yourself or do you want a hitman to take care of it? The former would be a lot harder to coordinate if we're trying to keep a low profile.”

“I want to do it myself,” Brick’s voice was low and gaze was deadly, causing even Princess to flinch.

“Fair enough. But it’ll have to be a ways off from now, I’m afraid. See, if I just let you out of prison to do this, the whole integrity of this operation comes into question. This prison is a state-of-the-art secure facility. I can’t jeopardize the goodwill I’ve built up with City Hall just so you can smear Blossom’s little boyfriend across the pavement.”

Brick said nothing and just grit his teeth.

“But don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get your chance. Give it some time. We will put on a real show for the press. Tell them the great tale of the newly reformed Rowdyruff Boys. Then when you and your brothers leave this prison under legitimate means, we can put the full scope of our plan into action and we’ll control a hell of a lot more than just the criminal underworld of Townsville.”

Princess grinned and clenched her fists to her chin. Brick took a few threatening steps towards her.

“So, why should I go along with being your jail yard muscle again? I still won’t get what I want until everything is said and done.”

“Well, there’s of course the lightened restrictions, maybe some better food in the mess hall,” Princess scratched at her chin in thought. Abruptly, her eyes sparkled and she snapped her fingers gleefully.

“Ah! I’ve got it! I just thought of something that could be a motivator.”

She left the room for a moment and returned with a thumb drive in one hand held out for him to see. “Consider this your first reward if you cooperate.”

“…And that is?”

“It’s a sex tape. Of your precious little Blossom.”

Brick laughed darkly.

“Sounds like total bullshit. Why and… how do you have a sex tape of Blossom?” The words tasted heavy and bitter in his mouth, like it was a contradiction of the universe for him to even speak them.

“Don’t worry about those details now. All you need to know is that it’s real and it’s all yours… IF you follow my plan and keep the inmates of this prison allied with the Morbucks family. I’ll even throw in a Gamestation 3.”

Brick was silent as he mulled over her terms. Turning her down certainly wouldn’t do him any favors, he was stuck here regardless. Might as well enjoy some perks in the meantime.

“You’ve got a deal,” Brick held out his hand and Princess grasped it with her delicate gloved fingers tightly.

“Happy to do business with you. I’ll leave you with this to enjoy,” she smirked as she tossed him the flash drive, then turned to leave the room.

Brick barely heard anything else beyond that as his heart began to pound in his head and his fingers trembled as he slid the drive into the back of the wall-mounted TV in his room.

‘There’s no way this cunt is for real. A sex tape of Blossom couldn’t exist. She’s saving herself for me.’

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

I don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

Then, the first image on the screen took his breath away completely.

There she was.

Blossom .

His head began to spin so much that he stumbled back to sit on the bed as if in a trance. The pink Puff was right there in front of him in all her beautiful fucking naked glory. He could immediately tell she was younger in the video. Maybe 17. The legality of that revelation did nothing to deter him as he began to memorize every curve and dip of her body. Oh and with all her pure-hearted prudish bullshit, she would probably be mortified that he was seeing her this way. This video wasn’t for him or probably anybody to see. It certainly had to have been recorded without her consent. That thought alone almost made him come on the spot as he pulled his already rock hard dick over the top of his sweatpants, giving himself room to breathe. 

Her body was even better than he could have ever imagined, better than his demon-conjured dreams had manifested. Her hot pink eyes shining with lust, her freckled cheeks, her silky orange hair, her soft tits, her defined abs, her dripping pussy, her thick, strong thighs… for once, that bitch Morbucks was telling the truth. It was really Blossom, not a lookalike.

He had tried to watch porn for the first time once he got access to the internet in the prison, hoping it would sate these ruinous fucking urges and agonizing thoughts in his head, but his search for something to satisfy him always proved unsuccessful. So many Blossom lookalikes and none of them could hold a candle to the real thing. He could always spot the lookalikes by a single misplaced freckle. 

No. This was her. The real Blossom.

This wasn’t a dream this time. It was real. SHE was real.

‘I mean, it’s still a video… but this is a REAL video… this really happened… but how could this have happened? Who…?’

Then the image of Princess’s naked form appeared on the footage. Brick curled his lip in an ugly scowl.

‘Fucking cunt in the way. Move, bitch.’

This was how Brick learned that he wasn’t even heterosexual. He was Blossomsexual. Even another beautiful woman couldn’t get him hard the way Blossom could. When Princess began to fuck Blossom with a strap on, his reaction became a bizarre mixture of pleasure and hatred. He could gaze at the image of Blossom getting fucked and imagine it was himself doing it, but then he would notice Princess doing it and have a mental breakdown so intense that his vision burned red with anger. If he still had the full extent of his powers, he would have certainly punched a hole through the wall or even lasered the TV in half in his blind fury.

Through it all he still refused to touch himself, alternating between soft whimpers and animalistic growls.

“My goodness, what a pathetic display this is.”

Him’s sing-song voice almost made Brick jump out of his skin as he quickly switched off the TV and tucked his trembling manhood back into his pants. Him was floating in the air in front of the door, legs crossed as if in an invisible recliner.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you. Nothing there I haven’t seen before, my boy,” the red demon snickered.

Brick snarled as he shook his head from the trance he was under, finally finding his voice.

“What the fuck do you want?! Can’t everyone just leave me the fuck alone?!”

“Oh, you wound me, my son. You haven’t talked to your dear old dad in over six months! Can’t we have a nice little chat?” Him sulked convincingly, even making his eyes shimmer in mock sadness.

“Haven’t you done enough to completely fuck me up? What do you want?!” Brick snapped.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with that Morbucks girl and your intentions to fulfill your purpose and to conquer our sweet little Blossom,” Him conjured himself a little nail file and began to file his claws with a sly grin.

“And? What about it?” Brick hissed through his teeth.

“I wanted to tell you one more important detail about taking her as your queen,” he continued filing, looking unimpressed as he spoke, “Being a Chemical X being, your… seed. It’s quite… virile. Any mate you intend to claim, that seed will take root immediately.”

Brick just stared at him. Not fully comprehending.

“O-…Kay?”

“You’ll knock her up,” Him sighed, exasperated, “when you conquer Blossom. You’ll knock her up. Get her pregnant. Put a bun in the oven. Make a little bouncing PuffRuff baby!”

“A BABY?!” Brick looked dumbfounded, standing up and holding his hands out in surrender, “Dude… I don’t want a fucking baby! Can’t I like… not? Isn’t there a way to stop it from happening?!”

Him tutted, “Not for you boys, I’m afraid. It’s just a side effect of the Chemical X.”

Him stopped filing, deep in thought and stroking at his curly goatee, “Pulling out could work, I suppose, but is still a risky endeavor if you don’t want a little one. A condom certainly won’t work,” Him laughed, “it would simply get obliterated!”

The nail file disappeared and Him stood now, his thigh-high heels clicking on the tile floor as he walked towards Brick.

“And don’t be so sure that fatherhood isn’t for you, my little Brick. The child that Blossom will bear you? Why, it will be the heir that will rule all of Heck, and soon, the world. Its power will be greater than that of both its parents combined,” Him tittered and grinned, clicking his claws together, “oh just the thought has me giddy to be a grandpa! …but what should my grandpa name be… PaPa? Gampy?”

Him’s sharp-toothed grin was wide now and his green eyes were glowing. Brick said nothing, still trying to process this revelation.

Suddenly, Brick was reminded of the cryptic words the dream Blossom had said to him:

“You did so well, Brick… but you know I can’t let you finish inside. It’s not our time, yet.”

“Wait, so that’s why the dream Blossom told me not to finish inside? It’s not our time?”

Him just nodded and slid a claw across his shoulder, glad that the oldest Ruff was a little sharper than his two brothers. This conversation hadn’t gone quite so smoothly with them.

“So when IS our time?”

“Ah, that’s for me to know and you to find out, my dear, sweet boy. In the meantime, enjoy the dreams I sent you and the… entertainment that the Morbucks girl is bringing you. You’ll get your revenge on the Pitt boy and reward with the pink Puff soon enough.”

Brick slapped away Him’s claw from his shoulder with a glare. Why is everything always a mystery with this guy?

Hurt flashed in Him’s eyes before it was replaced by an evil glint once more.

“Anyway. Just some food for thought, as you plan the next steps of your master plan. Just remember to be safe… and don’t forget your destiny.”

With that, Brick’s demonic father was gone in a pink puff of smoke, while the red Ruff was left to wrestle with the weight of the implications of what Him had just told him.

Blossom… and him… a baby? An heir?

It all just seemed so ridiculous. He certainly did not want to be a father. Least of all, with… her.

The thought alone was making him feel dizzy and sick to his stomach.

He pushed the troubling thoughts from his head as he switched the TV back on and started his video over.

Soon he had gotten sufficiently distracted from his destiny or responsibility or all that nonsense. And he was just watching the tape again and imagining the sweet fucking relief of finally taking her for himself.

I get a little bit Genghis Khan

Don't want you to get it on

With nobody else but me

With nobody else but me

When the digital version of Princess pulled off of Blossom and left her teetering on the edge, Brick finally finished in an exceptionally dramatic display. He didn’t even care that he’d left a small mess on the floor. He realized dismally that he was probably only able to finish because Princess stepped out of the frame the very moment that Blossom was expecting to orgasm.

“Goddammit…” He growled to himself as he walked shamefully towards his bathroom. 

‘All of these fucking cunts are going to be the goddamn death of me…’