Possessing Snake

Fandom: The PowerPuff Girls (original version – 2002 designs)

Rating: Adult

Genre: Romance

Pairing(s): HIMxSnake, AcexSnake

Warnings: Slash, MxM, explicit sex, violence, rape, domestic abuse, language, Original Characters, mention of PPGZ characters (Znake, Ivy)

Summary: After getting tired of Ace's Not-Quite-Friends-With-Benefits and other abuses, Snake agrees to go on a date with his older sister's friend. The trouble is, her friend is none other than His Infernal Majesty – otherwise known as HIM. Is Snake jumping from bad to worse, and just how is Ace going to react when he finds out?

Disclaimer: The characters within this story are the creative property of Craig McCracken, with the exceptions of Belinda Ingleberry and Dr Hitomi Ingleberry, who remain my own characters, and Znake and Ivy, who are male/female versions of the same character, and are the property of the PPGZ creators. The idea to separate them as twin siblings is my personal headcanon.

Chapter 1 – Ace – Needs

Chapter-Specific Warnings: M/M, explicit sex, abuse, (semi) non-con.

Ace's dad talked a lot of shit thanks to the booze, but there was always one thing he would say that taken root in his son's head.

"A Man's Man has a Man's Needs, and a Man's needs...need satisfyin'..."

His dad's needs always seemed to involve more booze these days – the look on his Mom's increasingly sour face was more than enough to tell him that her needs were all but forgotten.

Yet, Ace took the words to heart. After all, he saw himself as becoming a Man's Man, and since he had discovered the joys of one particular need, he wanted to satisfy it as much as possible.

He had no shortage of girlfriends (despite his green skin) to satisfy himself with, but sometimes the urge just came upon him – thanks be to teenage hormones and boundless energy – when none of them were around.

Lucky for him then, that he had someone who was always willing and able to help him out in those situations.

He stood in the doorway of their Junk-yard hideout, while Lil' Arturo, Grubber and Big Billy were in front of him, deciding the best route to take to get pizza. Apparently, Snake had seen them digging up the side walk in front of the bridge they would usually take, something to do with the water pipes.

Snake was leant against the wall, arms crossed, listening to the conversation and occasionally replying to questions thrown at him. Yes, it was definitely being dug up. Yes, Billy, there was a hole. Yes, it was big, that's what happens when roads get dug up. No, Billy, you couldn't jump across it.

"Ah, fer cryin out loud!" Groaned Ace, wanting them to leave so he could get Snake alone. "You take a left instead of right and walk round – it ain't hard!"

More than can be said fer me...

He could feel his pants tightening, fortunately not enough to be obvious, and everything seemed to get that little bit hotter as he felt his body make its demands known.

Seemingly oblivious, Snake stood up straight and gestured in the right direction with a gentle tilt of his head.

"C'mon, I'll show yousss guysss the way he meansss..."

"Hold up!" Ace snapped. "They're stupid, not babies, Snake!" He gestured, jerking his thumb harshly in the same direction. "You guys go on ahead – Snake an' me gotta do something first."

Arturo frowned, and Grubber looked uncomfortable. Big Billy's attention was focussed on the direction Snake had gestured in, no doubt thinking about the pizza that waited there. Ace didn't like the looks that the other two were giving him.

He didn't look at Snake – it didn't matter, it wasn't like he was going to say no. He never did.

"Got somethin' ta say?" He snapped. Arturo shrugged.

"Shouldn't we, err, wait for you and Snake, Boss?"

Ace's eyes widened a little at the thought of the other three sat patiently outside while he fucked Snake, then wondered at the tone in Arturo's voice.

He was sure that the others didn't know what he got up to with Snake, though they had been doing it for about a year now. There was a knowing look in Arturo's eye, and Ace did not like it.

"Why the fuck would you wait for us, ya moron?"

"What if you take ages?" He glanced across at Snake, and Ace could swear he was trying to hold down a smirk. Ace turned to look at his lover, but the slender teen was idly picking at his fingernails, so he turned back with a glare.

"Just do what I fucking say!" He snapped. "If you manage to get there without getting lost – you wait! Think you can remember that?"

"Well..."

"Youss heard the Bosss, Arturo."

Snake was at Ace's side, his lips curled in a soft smile as he looked down at Arturo. For a second the two seemed to share some kind of exchange, because the short teen nodded.

"'Kay. C'mon you guys."

He turned, and thankfully the other two followed him without any other protest. Ace glared after them, then went back into the shack. He saw Snake stood outside, watching the others as they left the junk-yard.

"Get in here, babe!" He shouted, using the affectionate term to try and disguise his irritation. He didn't need to use it, given that Snake's obedience was pretty much assured, but not using it meant he'd have to put up with his lackey's 'kicked puppy' look the whole time. It was a bit of a turn off.

As he expected, Snake turned and joined him inside.

"Yess, bossss?" He cocked his head. "What wass it youss wanted to-mmh!"

Ace cut him off by crushing their lips together in a possessive kiss and forced him up against the wall with a bump. He pressed his body against Snake's, grinding his erection enthusiastically against him. Snake gave a little moan in response, resting his hands on his shoulders, and Ace pulled back with a smirk to admire his handiwork so far.

Underneath his beloved hat and curtains of black hair, Snake had turned out to be...kinda hot. In recent months his previously lank hair had become thick and shiny, and now grew past his shoulders and halfway down his slim back. Ace loved grabbing and pulling it while they fucked, and Snake never protested, so he had to like it too...

His part-Japanese ancestry had blessed him – minus the nose - with a pretty, kinda girlish face; his reptilian eyes softened by their wide oval shape and long lashes. His ears, though always hidden beneath hair and hat, were dotted with the studs and rings of his many piercings.

Then there was his mouth...good god – Ace loved that fucking mouth!

Most people assumed that Snake walked around with a permanent wide grin plastered on his face. That was deliberate, as he always grinned when they were out in public to intimidate anyone thinking of challenging them. Even the fucking PowerPuff bitches took pains to avoid looking at it for too long – it made Snake look psychotic. When the gang were being quiet, Snake looked completely different. It would be quite easy to mistake him for a girl in the right light, hence the attraction Ace had. When not stretched, his black – thanks to his lipstick – lips were almost pouted, and his real smiles and smirks were much prettier.

Right now, with his lipstick a little smudged, Snake looked hot! No real surprise that Ace was turned on even more Snake panted a little to regain his breath.

What was a surprise was seeing his lips twist into a smirk, and chuckling.

"Oh, rightss – you want thatsss!" He rolled his eyes as he spoke, but made no move to get away.

All the same...

Thwack!

Ace's fist slammed into the flesh below Snake's left eye, eliciting a hiss of pain from the younger teen that wiped the smirk from his face. Taking a hand from Ace's shoulder, he pressed the tips of his fingers against the damaged flesh and winced. When he looked back at Ace, nothing but hurt submission remained.

"Got anythin' else you wanna get bitchy wit me about?" Ace sneered, irritated further by the delay in dealing with the still-growing bulge in his pants. Snake's eyes lowered – briefly pausing at his boss' crotch – and shook his head meekly.

"Sssorry Accce." He replied, simply surrendering when Ace pulled him into another kiss. His hands rested cautiously back on Ace's shoulders, which the older teen allowed for a while. After a minute, he grew tired of their tame positioning, and grabbed hold of Snake's wrists. This time, Snake made no protest as his hands were pulled down to the waistband of Ace's pants, and unfastened them swiftly. Ace groaned into their kiss at the sudden freedom, letting his own hands drop to Snake's hips.

Snake had started ditching his shorts – citing the cold weather – and had taken to wearing black skinny jeans in their place. Ace couldn't deny that he appreciated the way they clung to Snake's hips and ass, running his hands over them hungrily. But, they were so much more difficult to get off!

He got them unfastened quickly, but pushing them down took a bit more effort. He broke from the kiss with frustration.

"For fuck's sake!" He snapped, earning a puzzled look. "Can't yous wear a bigger size or somethin'? These things are, like fused to ya!"

"I thoughtsss youss liked them tightsss." Snake panted, dropping to his knees before Ace could respond. His thin fingers pulled Ace's aching cock from his boxers – earning him a groan – and leant forward to press his lips in a soft kiss against the head.

Ace growled, reaching down to push Snake's head forward as the younger's forked tongue flickered out to tease him, before being surrounded in the warmth of Snake's mouth. The younger teen wasted no time and started working his head back and forth. Ace indulged him for a while, then reached beneath Snake's hat to grab a fistful of hair. He pulled back sharply, causing Snake to release him with a cry, reaching with one hand to clutch at his wrist. It took very little coaxing to bring the younger teen back to his feet and pull him into another kiss. This time, Snake returned it with enthusiasm, his tongue teasing, flickering, yet still submissive, with his own. Ace pushed him against the wall, making Snake whimper as their arousals were pressed between them. He could feel him trying to press closer, and smirked around their kiss before pulling away. Snake let out a breathy whine, making as if to follow Ace's lips. He squeaked when he was turned around, pressing his hands against the wall of the shack to steady himself.

"Accce..." his voice was pleading, urgent. "Hurrysss..."

Ace smirked, reaching into his pocket for a slim tube. Snake looked over his shoulder just in time to see it come into view, and his relief was plain. Ace had taken to using lube ever since he had first fucked Snake. The little bitch had made no end of a fuss about it hurting, even milking the pain the following day with barely concealed winces and other signs of discomfort. Ace had started carrying lube with him so the younger teen would shut up.

Trembling with lust, he unscrewed the tip and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. Never one for foreplay, he pressed two fingers roughly into Snake, who gasped and let his head drop between his shoulders. When he felt Snake press back against his fingers, Ace grinned and added a third, stretching his lover nicely.

"Aahh...sss..." Snake lifted his head to give Ace a pleading look.

"Pleassse...Bosss...don't...ah...don't teassse messs..."

Ace smirked at the breathless teen, and withdrew his fingers. Squeezing more lube into his palm and spreading it over his cock, he positioned himself behind Snake. Letting the head of his erection press gently against Snake's entrance, he placed his hands against the slim hips before Snake could push back onto him.

"You want it, huh babe?" He growled. Snake looked at him incredulously.

"Wh-What do yousss mean, Accce?" He panted. "Of courssse Isss want itsss!"

Ace feigned a hurt look.

"I dunno, Snake. Only, when we got started..." he shrugged "ya didn't seem so hot fer the idea."

A horrified look crossed Snake's flushed features. "I-Isss..."

His hand left its place against the wall and his fingers pressed against the already bruised face, clearly remembering how – and why – he had gotten it bruised in the first place.

"Bosss..." he began, but looked confused when Ace smirked back at him. As fun as making Snake beg was, he wasn't in the mood to do it this time.

"Only kiddin'!" Before Snake could even process what he had heard, the older teen surged his hips forward, spearing himself into Snake with a growl. Snake's body surged forward and he cried out, the shack's wall shaking as his hand returned to slam against it. His head dropped between his trembling shoulders and he whined softly.

Ace paused for a moment, revelling in the tight heat of the younger teen. He'd never say it aloud, but fuck did Snake's ass feel amazing! It wasn't really that big a surprise that he kept going back to the younger male.

Snake's head lifted to look up at Ace, signalling he was ready. Tightening his grip on his hips, Ace began to thrust into the younger teen, who moaned loudly as he pushed against him.

"Ah! Ssso good...mphss..."

Snake's palms were flat against the shack wall, which he was using to press his hips back against Ace's with every rough thrust. Ace could hear the sound of their bare flesh slapping together alongside his panting and Snake's moaning, and he loved it.

"Mmmhsss..." Snake's head dropped back between his shoulders. "A-Accce...m-more, pleassse..."

"Fuck..." Ace growled, aroused beyond belief by Snake's pleas, and tightened his hips hard enough to bruise. "Snake...babe..."

Snake's moans took on an urgent tone, when suddenly his whole body jolted beneath Ace's hands.

"Acce! Theresss, pleasssse!"

Ace cried out when Snake's insides tightened around his cock, bucking his hips more frantically in response. He wrapped a hand around Snake's neglected arousal, pumping and squeezing it artlessly as his own release neared. Judging from the way that the younger teen's moans turned into wails, his release wasn't far behind either...

It only took a few more thrusts before Ace's orgasm sent his hips into frenzy, spilling himself into this lover with a loud groan. He vaguely registered Snake's almost-scream as he found his own release, muscles cramping so tightly that Ace found he could barely move for a moment, and felt the other's cock spasm in his loosening grip.

For a moment, the two teens remained as they were, panting, until they regained their breath. Ace quickly withdrew his softening arousal, earning a pained whimper from the other, who slowly returned to a standing position and pulled up his pants and jeans.

By the time he turned around, Ace had already zipped up his pants. Snake looked nervous and seemed about to speak, but thought better of it and reached up to adjust his hat. Ace crossed to the other side of the shack and dug out some deodorant, spraying under his shirt. He turned and offered the can to Snake, who was touching up his lipstick and frowning into his compact at the darkening bruise under his eye. He took the deodorant with a grateful smile and gave himself a quick spray before handing it back.

There was no kiss or other affection; Ace's itch had been thoroughly scratched. He simply walked out of the shack, knowing Snake would follow.

It was pretty sweet to have someone as willing as Snake around – someone easy on the eyes who would let him have his way when the mood took him, no questions asked.

He didn't look back when he heard Snake's unique footprints coming up behind him, so he missed the utterly miserable expression on the other's face as they moved to catch up with the others

It was only to be expected that something to do with Snake would cut their fun short.

Well, it was due to the arrival of Belinda, Snake's stuck up, goody-goody bitch of an older sister, at the pizzeria, anyway. He had been in the middle of a brilliant joke when she had flounced in, suitcase in tow, ruining everything as usual. She turned around as she looked, giving off the pretence of being a bright and bubbly nineteen year old. The lie was so bad, it would make the PowerPuff girls vomit.

Her eyes deliberately passed over him as she pretended to ignore him, moving straight to her brother like a seasoned predator. When Snake saw her, it annoyed Ace no end to see him brighten up. He leapt from his chair and all but ran up to her, wrapping her into a hug.

They wrapped their arms around one another, hugging like they hadn't seen each other in years. They remained in a looser embrace for a little longer, clasping one another's hands as they chattered on in what Snake had told him was Japanese – their native tongue, apparently. He slumped back in his seat, glowering behind his sunglasses at her stupid, prissy face as she babbled and giggled at her brother's every word. The others didn't seem to share his distaste, happily watching the reunion.

Stupid Belinda! Arturo had once commented how alike they looked, but Ace sure as hell couldn't see it. Sure...they had a similar facial and body structure: large, oval eyes, high cheekbones, wide, toothy grins and slightly too-long noses. But while Snake suited his features, his sister did not – she was far too quick to sneer down her unlovely snout around him anyway. He would think that she'd want to draw as little attention to the size of her nose as possible.

Where Snake was green-skinned, with dead-straight, black hair and lips that were a darker blue-green beneath his signature black lipstick, Belinda was pale olive-skinned – the clearest indication of her Japanese heritage, with big brown eyes and pale pink lips. Snake had mentioned that she had little clusters of green scales on her face and body, but Ace had never seen them.

Belinda's hair was longer than her brother's, falling almost to her hips in loose, thick waves. Like her eyes, her hair was a rich brown, with golden highlights where it caught the light. Where Snake wore his hat, Belinda liked to tie a scarf around the top of her head like a cap. This time, she wore a scarf depicting the Japanese flag, with the red dot on the right side of her head. She wore a leather jacket, and blue flared jeans. Ace thought she looked as pretentious as she was, like she was too good for the likes of her brother's friends - too good for him.

He fucking hated her!

Just as she finished whatever she and Snake were babbling about, she turned to the gang with her annoying, cheerful smile.

"Oh, hi guys!"

That was another thing – Belinda hardly hissed. She only did it whenever she was annoyed, and he had seen and heard that for himself. He wondered if she would have hissed so viciously at him if she had known her precious brother had paid for it later on...

Belinda had come over to their table – arm in arm with Snake – and greeted the others warmly. She gave Arturo and Grubber a hug while exchanging pleasantries with both, and when it was Billy's turn she actually reached over to kiss him on the cheek as she lavished affection on the big lug! While Billy clapped his hands to his face and collapsed into blushing laughter, her attention turned to Ace and her smile froze.

"...Copular..." she said stiffly. Ace lowered his shades to offer her a frosty glare of his own.

"Hey...bitch!" He spat, flicking his gaze to Snake as he whirled to face his boss.

"Accce!" He whined, placing a hand on his sister's arm. The rest of the gang were watching the three in nervous silence. But Belinda seemed far from upset, instead straightening herself up and fucking sneering at him.

"I see that you haven't changed, Copular." She smirked, before turning to smile at Snake.

"San-kun, I'm kinda tired." She breezed, scratching idly at her headband. "Can we go home now?"

Snake hesitated, glancing at Ace as though to ask if it was OK to leave. Glaring at Belinda, he shrugged.

"Sssure, Nee-sssan. Sssee you guysss laterss." He turned to Ace as Arturo, Grubber and Billy said their goodbyes. "Bye Bossss." He said, shyly.

Ace looked at Snake while he pushed his shades back up his nose.

"Yeah sure, whatever." He replied, following the siblings as they walked out of the pizzeria together, continuing their previous chatter.

Yeah, that Belinda was one stuck-up bitch. He wondered if she was partly that way because she knew that her brother was hotter than she was...

...and nowhere near as picky!