All the kisses made him dizzy in the best kind of way. "'Kay..." he cooed, gaze half-lidded as he nuzzled Brain's palm. It meant having to put a little bit of distance between them, but the mention of their bed had his body all tingly and he very much wanted to give himself up to his husband. Pinky got to his feet after breaking their kiss, holding onto Brain's hands to help him up.

He rose, wrapping his arms around Pinky immediately for another kiss. Brain's hands slid down his sides, caressing his hips, drifting lower to knead his thighs. He wanted to make sure the taller mouse forgot anyone else existed, give him all the pleasure he possibly could. His eternally happy husband needed something far better to focus on than the loss of a friend. "You're so beautiful," he purred, the truthful compliment slipping out easily.

He bent down to keep their lips together, stroking the megalomaniac's ears as he wiggled under his hands and all their touches. "Oh, Brain..." His cheeks couldn't help but color from the compliment and he giggled bashfully while bumping their noses together. "You too." He batted his lashes at his husband, though a strange emotion flitted across his face suddenly and his smile faded. "Troz... is that why Nibbles didn't want to be just my friend, Brain?" It was one thing if Brain thought he was beautiful, but he really didn't want other people to think that. Not at all.

Clearly he wasn't doing a good enough job keeping Pinky's mind away from others. "It's possible, my dear, but what he thinks is irrelevant. What I think matters." He pressed warm kisses to his lover's palms before lacing their fingers and leading him towards their cage.

"I know. Zort." He nodded, following and nuzzling one of his ears as they entered their cage. "I like that you think I'm pretty." Pinky licked along the curve, finding comfort in the action and leaned over to lap at his husband's neck and shoulder to taste him and lose himself in his scent.

Brain shivered, turning his head to brush his lips against the pink of his husband's ears. His husband. All his. "I'll be sure to continue on, then." He nuzzled Pinky's ear flat in order to lick the back of it, the rest of his body turning so he could touch.

Purring, Pinky squirmed and buried his face deeper into the crook of his neck, sucking on a small patch. His fingers danced down his spine, stopping only when they reached his crookedy tail and paused to play with the appendage. Ear twitching, he felt the warmth of his tongue traveling down to pool in his tummy. "I love you." His words muffled by fur, but the feeling clear and strong. "I love you, Brain."

"I know, Pinky. I know." And he couldn't quite make himself say the words yet, even knowing how badly Pinky needed to hear them. He cupped his cheeks again, pouring it into the kiss. His want, his need, and all of his love. "My dear," he purred, lapping at his lips, tugging him closer to their bed.

-8-8-

As they lay in bed together in the aftermath of love things, Pinky purred as he was effectively consoled by his lover. The kisses were wonderful distractions, and he only squirmed a little from the lingering discomfort before settling and snuggling beneath his husband. He rubbed his nose against the top of Brain's chubby large head. "Time to take over the world?" he asked, brushing his lips to his brow. "Troz."

"After we clean ourselves up, yes. Tonight's plan is sure to be a success." Things were clearly going his way, after all. That and a brilliant plan (as all of his were) was sure to get him the world.

-8-8-

That night's plan was not a success, however. Nor was the next night's. Or the next night. But that was all very usual and this familiar routine made Pinky feel much better about taking a break from crime fighting.

Due to his costume being ruined, Super Mouse clearly could not do his job. His cape was unsalvageable - given he only had one half of it and refused to go near the scene of the crime to check if the rest of it was there - and he could not be a caped crusader with no cape! He'd just be a crusader! And that wasn't nearly as fun.

He could always sew himself a new cape... it was easy enough, but something itched in the back of his mind. Almost like a thought, almost but not quite. It didn't make his head hurt as much as a thought did.

Pinky toyed with the frayed edges of the purple fabric as he watched reruns of Lewis and Clara. Watching it always made him nostalgic. Well, it made him miss crime fighting at any rate. Oh, he wanted to go back to besting the bad guys and conquering criminals. But whenever he tried to don his mask, he could hear Nibbles' mean voice in his ears.

"You seriously think it's real? It was a game, you moron. You're not a real superhero."

How it got in there baffled him and he tried smacking the side of his head as he tilted it, trying to force it out like he did with grape juice after a refreshing purple swim, but that didn't seem to help at all. He gave up on why the voice was in his head and focused more on the what. The what was what made him sad and twist the mask in his hands. Not a real superhero... he was so a real superhero! He saved people all the time!

Well... it actually depended on what counted as a person. Brain sometimes said Mr. Lollipop, Frank the Peep, and Peter Pumper Nickel the Nickel weren't real people, but that was usually only when he was angry-mad-angry and said things he didn't mean. They were real. They were his friends. Even though they couldn't move on their own or talk the way Nibbles could... that didn't make them less real or friendly.

Pinky sighed. It had been nice to talk to someone who could talk back without his help and played with him. Brain talked to him all the time, but they usually only played the kind of games Brain liked (not that they weren't fun-fun silly-willy games) or love things games (which he probably loved much more than any other kind of game) but his made up games did get kind of... well...

Lonely, sometimes. Sometimes he didn't want to talk for two people, it was hard enough talking for himself! Especially when he was multi-tasking with crime fighting and superhero stuff. While Nibbles had ended up being a meanie-pants-husband stealer, it had been fun having someone else who took part in the rescuing-save-the-day process.

He glanced away from his show to examine his mask, then listened for Brain. He was working on a plan thingy for tonight's tomorrow night plan, he could hear the pencil lead scritching against his blueprints. Good. He'd be busy for a little while longer. Keeping his ears perked and alert, the taller mouse started chewing on the melty waxy bits of candles that he collected. He liked the way they squeaked between his teeth and they were almost as tasty as his crayon shavings only without the colors. The colors really added a whole other dimension of flavor.

Brain didn't like it when he ate them (or anything that wasn't food actually) because sometimes when his plans made his head hurt he'd come over for a much needed husband kiss and if he'd been eating waxy bits then Brain would always wince when it tasted "abhorrent". He didn't know which flavor abhorrent was, but he guessed it was somewhere between spicy and sweet. Whatever it was, Brain didn't like it so he'd listen for him whenever he wanted to eat them, then dash over to his secret stash of mints just in time to hide it lest the smaller mouse punish him by refusing to kiss him for the rest of the evening. Or at least until bedtime. He usually gave in at bedtime.

So he chewed his wax and watched Lewis Lark sneakily hide his identity as Superman from the love of his life and keen-eyed reported, Clara Cane. Poor Clara. Lewis was so clever by using a pair of every-man's-man glasses to keep her from knowing he was really the Man of Aluminum. He never would have guessed to do that.

It was a great way to hide his secret identity though. And protect his love. Pinky scratched the top of his head. Perhaps he should wear glasses to confuse all his enemies. Except glasses were awfully attractive and he didn't want more incidents like with Nibbles to happen. He supposed it was already hard enough to resist a dashing superhero. It was the spandex. For sure. And the impeccable coiffed locks of shiny hair.

Pinky watched as Lewis transformed into Superman and decided it didn't matter what his disguise was anymore anyway. Brain already knew and did a wonderful job of pretending he didn't. "Thank you, Superman! You're a true hero! Hoorah," the TV people cheered. A true hero. Super Mouse was a true hero. Surely the crowds of people would recognize him if he was zooming around out there too. They'd cheer and know that he wanted to help everyone and stop the bad guys and make the world a better place for Brain to take over. No one would say he wasn't a real superhero.

Blue eyes widened. That was it! He'd go outside and fight crime! There were many more bad guys to be stopped outside the lab! Banks to be unrobbed! Fires to be unfired! Cropped pants to be uncropped!

Pinky clasped his hands together and leapt up. "Narf!" Almost choked on a piece of candle wax, then scooped up his tattered cape and mask. He was a superhero! He could save more than just the lab, he could save the whole world! Just like Superman!

But first he'd need to fix his costume.

-8-8-

From within his cage, Nibbles cringed and growled as he heard the fumblings of the blue eyed mouse across the counter. The fool didn't know what he was missing out on, what he was saying no to. Nibbles glared over in the direction of Pinky and the shorter, large-headed mouse's cage. How could that other mouse be wanted more than he? He was bigger, stronger, and showered the lanky mouse with attention. The whole time they'd played, he'd not once seen his so-called mate vy for Pinky's attention. The lanky mouse would just leave when he was done playing, around 8, but it was of his own accord. The dark-furred mouse snorted. The idiot wasn't much for company, so doubted this "husband" kept him around for that, but he did have an attractive scent and shape. And those blue eyes were so unusual, clearly reflecting the stupid mind within, but also lit up when they fell on him as if he was special.

What was he saying? Of course he was special. All the mice in his last home wanted him; male and female. And he did as he pleased with all of them. Why was this stupid mouse so difficult to woo? He played his dumb game, he befriended him, made him laugh and smile. What more did he want?

Grinding his teeth together as one of the inane verbal tics floated over to his cage, Nibbles stood and gripped the bars tightly. Perhaps he hadn't played hard enough...

"You want to play, Super Mouse?" he murmured under his breath, pink eyes scanning the counter, catching a glimpse of the big-headed mate, watching him as the "happy couple" shared more than a glance before Pinky skipped past him with his arms full of junk and the smaller one went on his way. "Let's play."

-8-8-

The Brain considered the entire matter to be in the past. He'd given Pinky what he considered to be extra attention throughout the previous few days, knowing how devastating it could be to lose a friend. Moreover, to have one betray you. And while he considered himself hardened against the possible hurt of any future such betrayals (not that he dwelled on the thought of Pinky betraying him... often), he knew that his soft-hearted husband didn't have the capacity to harden himself against anyone.

It was a relief to see the armful of what Nibbles had assumed to be junk, far more so than the angry mouse would've ever supposed. It meant the silly heroic persona of his was returning, which led him to conclude that Pinky was finally comfortable in it again.

With that in mind, the megalomaniac was able to fully concentrate on his plans for that night. His husband's renewed vigor for his Super Mouse game would have to wait until after they took over the world. A gleam in his eye, he rose from his plans and strode across the counter in search of his wayward companion. "Pinky!"

"Pinky's not here right now! You'll have to come back some other time! Narf!" The taller mouse's voice clearly sounded from behind the TV. He was mostly dressed in his new fancy costume, so he considered that he was mostly Super Mouse at this point.

Brain folded his arms, sighing. Of course, there was this little bit of ridiculousness that came with the Super Mouse game. "Well, I require Pinky's assistance. Tonight's plan has been completed."

"Well, I'm afraid Pinky's unavailable tonight, citizen. My apologies. Poit." With a flick of his new cape, Super Mouse stepped out to face Brain. He'd kept his old mask but in addition to the cape, he'd decided a full spandexy superhero suit would be fun. Feeling like a flying purple people eater, only he beat bad guys instead of eating people, he struck a pose and offered up a salute. "The city calls, citizen. And justice must answer! Unless there wasn't any caller ID... then it might be a stranger on the phone. Troz."

The smaller mouse scowled, impatience tugging at him. Was Pinky's odd version of healing more important than taking over the world? It was a very difficult call. He'd come up with an exceptionally brilliant plan, after all. "Perhaps his current activities could be put on hold for the time being." After they took over the world, Pinky could play Super Mouse all he wanted.

"Who's activities?" Pinky blinked at his chubby hubby, smoothing down his shirt and adjusting the pants part of the suit. He'd made it shiny, he just had to have shiny pants for crime fighting. And a nice black utility belt of surprises and shiny black boots and gloves! Egad, he was perfectly camouflaged with the night!

"Pinky's activities." It was very difficult to avoid telling him to cease his foolishness, the megalomaniac rather proud of himself for managing it. "They can wait until after the plan."

"Oh, right! Narf!" he giggled, then started hopping away towards the window. "Sorry, citizen, but Pinky really can't help tonight." Pausing mid-skip, he took a moment to consider what he'd said. He'd never not helped on a plan, had he? Not that he could recall. Oh, but he'd already promised the world to save it and what kind of superhero would he be if he didn't help them? Superman never kept the city waiting, even if he had to stand up a date with Clara, and neither any of his other comic idols. Super Mouse looked back at Brain, trying to smile reassuringly at him. "I'll get Pinky for you as soon as I'm done sweeping the scum off the streets with the broom of the law! Promise!"

Brain's surprise at Pinky's refusal to help was very narrowly defeated by his irritation by the same. He could very easily go up, jerk Pinky down and inform him that he wasn't allowed to play his game. But that ran the risk of him being sullen throughout the plan or, worse, crying and being unable to help at all. He mentally ran the calculations, adjusting times, and sighed. "Fine. But 'sweeping the scum' isn't to take longer than an hour."

"'Kay!" Super Mouse agreed, despite having no idea how long an hour was. "Look for me in the night sky! When you need... umm... a mouse that's super! Call 1-800-Super-Mouse! Away!" With a twirl and a leap, he made it to the window and tried to kick it open. When that didn't work he just pushed it instead. His first time fighting crime outside the lab... he hoped he didn't forget anything. He'd packed his travel toothbrush in his utility belt just in case, one never knew when plaque would strike next. "Bye, citizen!" He waved to his husband. "Wish me luck stopping bank robbers and kidnappers and car dealers!" Then he began his epic descent. Which resulted in him slipping and falling on his face, but it was an epic fall and made him laugh.

Pinky knew better than to go outside on his own! Super Mouse knew better as well, for that matter. The smaller mouse scurried to the window ledge and looked down. "Where on earth do you think you're going?!"

"To save the day," Super Mouse replied as if it was obvious, brushing himself off and looking up at Brain. Oh, he looked so adorable from this angle. From every angle actually, but this one especially. "Bye-bye!"

"Absolutely not! There's no need for you to go outside on your own to save the day."

Tilting his head, the blue eyed mouse stared blankly at his husband. "Of course there is, citizen. I'm a superhero. I'm supposed to save the day." He pointed in front of him, as if to gesture to the whole entire world, but he ended up just pointing to a tree. "There are people out there who need me. I have to help them." Brain was a smarty, shouldn't he understand that? Suddenly his face lit up and he clasped his hands together. Oh, he just didn't want him to go by himself! How sweet! "Do you want to come too, citizen?"

No, he didn't. But he wasn't going to allow Pinky to go on his own. Only an hour, he reminded himself as he began to climb down. Surely Pinky couldn't get them into too much trouble in an hour's time. "Yes, I'm coming along. You certainly aren't going to traipse about the city on your own." He'd get lost within minutes.

Pinky couldn't help but hug himself in his excitement. Brain was going to come with him! Oh, it was like secret husband bonding because they had to be secret husbands to keep his identity safe! And bonding because... umm... they had bonds? Savings bonds, yes. Because they would be saving people. "Egad, citizen! Gah-lorious!" he chirped, bouncing on his heels. "Hurry, there's no time to lose! The city needs us- no, the whole world needs us!" He nodded sternly and brandished his finger in the air before marching off. "It needs us to keep it a world of laughter. And a world of tears, and a world of joys, and a world of fears. There's so much to prepare, and it's time we're aware-"

"Superhero or not, if you continue to rhyme I shall have to hurt you." Brain quickened his pace just enough to keep that familiar half-pace ahead of his ludicrous lover. He was already regretting allowing this to game to continue. If he hadn't spent so many days worrying over his counterpart, it wouldn't be continuing.

"Shh!" Super Mouse hushed him suddenly, somersaulting so he'd be back in front and threw out an arm as if to protect the megalomaniac from whatever dangers lurked five feet away from their lab. "Look, citizen. That shady man..." It was just a man. Standing over by a building across the way. Blue eyes narrowed. "He seems... shady. Poit. Be careful, citizen."

This was going to get old very quickly. "He isn't doing anything but standing there. There's no need for you to overreact."

"Overreact? A hero never overreacts." Pinky shook his head rapidly, stopping only when he smacked himself in the face with his own ear. "The criminals want you to think that they're just standing there. But they're really being dastardly." Making his cape swish, Super Mouse stealthily bounded across the street and over behind a trash can to further observe the potential criminal. He was wearing a jacket and a hat. Definitely signs of a creeper.

His husband followed at a far more sedate pace, scowling the entire way. "Pi- ahem, Criminals are hardly intelligent. At least the ones on the streets aren't. The rest are in politics."

"But citizen!" He couldn't help but protest in the way he usually did, though tried to make his voice less whiny. Superheroes did not whine. "What about criminal masterminds? Or super villains? Or the people who decided "Toddlers in Teapots" should become a show?" They were all brilliant and that's what made them dangerous. Especially this guy. He was eyeing the people who passed him by, but he didn't move.

"Hm. I suppose you aren't completely inaccurate." It was difficult for Pinky to find a television show he didn't enjoy, particularly in the so-called Reality genre, so there was clearly some evil behind the continued renewal of it. "Yet I find it highly unlikely that the first person you stumble across is going to be a criminal."

"Oh, citizen," Super Mouse addressed him fondly, giving him a pat on the head. "I don't stumble. I track and hunt and unravel the mystery! Zort! Then I throw the bad guys in jail." After a quick once over of the drainpipe beside them, the caped crusader began to climb it, hoping for a better vantage point.

"Now what are you doing?" Brain grumbled, choosing not to follow. If Pinky fell, perhaps he'd be generous and catch the imbecile.

His husband really didn't understand the crime fighting business, did he? Clearly the superheroes always make their grand entrances from above. The crookedy crooks never suspect it. They probably didn't read too many comic books then.

Just as the ever amazing Super Mouse was poised for defending the innocents, the shady man made his move. He'd been waiting for one of those big purses with all the Cs on it. It wasn't a very pretty purse though, Pinky had seen much nicer ones pass by, but that's the one the man wanted so it was the one he ripped from a woman's shoulder. "Super Mouse to the rescue!" he declared as the woman shrieked and the man started running, stepping right on Brain as he went.

Using his super speed, the intrepid hero was able to easily keep up with the bad guy by running along the edge of the building. He had the higher ground, there was no way he was getting away with this! Super Mouse leapt for the traffic light once he'd run out of building and slid down it until he could stand securely on the button for the crosswalk. Holding out one hand and placing the other on his hip, he puffed out his chest. "Stop in the name of the law!" he demanded.

The man did stop, but it wasn't because of Pinky. He'd chanced a glance behind him to see if anyone was following him, and ended up tripping on an uneven portion of the sidewalk to fall flat on his face in front of the traffic light, the contents of the purse spilling everywhere.

"Littering is wrong!" Super Mouse chided, hopping down from his perch, arms folded across his chest. "And so is borrowing what you aren't going to return! Unless it's time, 'cause you can't really give that back. But you can borrow plenty of that where you're going! Which is jail! Narf!"

The man just stared at him cluelessly as if he couldn't quite believe there was a little man in costume speaking to him. But as a group of people approached him, including the woman that the purse belonged to, he got to his feet and made a mad dash around the corner and out of sight, leaving the spoils behind.

Pinky gaped at this turn of events. "Hey wait! I caught you!" The little superhero mouse had honestly believed that his command had the thief quaking in his boots, that he'd won. Well, at least the woman had her purse again, but what if that man tried to steal more things? "Troz... looks like we'll have to follow him, citize- citizen?" He blinked and looked around for his husband, quite sure he'd been with him minutes before.

The flattened mouse was just beginning to pry himself off the sidewalk, though it was a tad difficult as the small crowd was already dispersing since the source of the excitement had fled. He just kept getting trampled until, when he finally was able to stand, he had to wait a moment before popping back into his normal shape and he was decidedly dizzy. "Ow..."

Super Mouse to the rescue!

Poor Brain has to put with so much. But it's for the greater good! Maybe...

Ohhh-ohhh, we're halfway there... OHHH-OHHHH! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER! Yeah, we're halfway in guys. I'm a little sad, I though Super Mouse would be longer than that xD Well, I think I just separated the chapters in large chunks. I probably could've made them smaller. But oh well. Just two more chapters lol.

Just in case people stumble upon my dA account, the chapter two is a little different over there because I included a mature chapter one and half that I didn't want to have up the rating on this version. I'm sure you can guess where it went lol. So, if anyone wants shameless porn, check out my dA account cutcrescentheart and it'll be up there. Though it is rated mature, so not just anyone can read it.