I'm a little late today mostly because I just finished 40 XD
It was my last one to write, lol
036) Desire (296)
He usually felt it for one thing and one thing only. His obsession, his livelihood. His nightly goal. It fueled him, drove him into action. But his desires had shifted tonight and the masked crusader was the subject of them. Or, rather, the mouse beneath the mask was the object he craved. Tonight the plans and ploys would be set aside because there was a fire in his belly and it was all his fault.
But he was being ignored. The gumdrop people of Id or something equally ridiculous was under attack by giant dust motes, and Pinky wasn't paying attention.
"Not now, citizen! The gumdrop people need me!" And he would sproing away, leaving the smaller mouse pining.
He finally latched onto his snout and drew him down. "I require Pinky," he urged and the big blue eyes got big and round.
"But citizen!" he whined, which was a rare occurrence from Super Mouse. But Brain didn't want Super Mouse, he wanted Pinky. He snapped it and Super Mouse sighed. "Okay, citizen. One more minute! Narf!" He sproinged away again, leaving Brain to fidget in place. He was hot and needy and every single movement of that lithe body was too far away to be properly enjoyed.
But enough was enough. Instincts were winning out over logic since logic wasn't getting him what he wanted, not when it was contending with the always illogical superhero persona. He'd make Pinky shed the disguise and sproing to him and give him what he needed.
He sang. High and needy, as if they were already in the throes of passion rather than at the cusp of it. And when it was Pinky on him under a minute later, he was still singing, but the songs had turned pleasured.
037) Burning (247)
He first heard about it from a phone call. The press line had rung, something he tried not to miss when his husband and eldest girl were abroad. Most often the calls were clarifications, something Cici or Pinky said while atop a podium that didn't quite make sense. Though, to be fair, the things that didn't make sense normally came out of his husband's mouth.
While he pondered just what had been said that required clarification - he'd seen no fault in his little girl's latest speech - he lifted the receiver and also pondered, not for the first time, if perhaps he should hire a secretary. "This is the emperor," he greeted, pride welling in his chest as it did every time he was able to say those words.
But then it shattered, his eyes rounding, as the sympathetic voice on the other end asked him how he was coping with his loss. The loss of his daughter and his husband. Plane tampering? Plane tampering?!
He spun, leaping on his remote. A television he only bothered with when his family was giving speeches flicked on and he could only stare, clutching at his chest. Pieces of a plane, a plane his baby and his lover were supposed to be on, was floating in the water.
The reporter's voice in his ear was a buzz, the voices on the screen drowned out by the same. The plane had exploded in air. And now the wreckage was burning.
038) Blame (123)
It was easy to pass the blame onto his simple-minded counterpart. Night after night they failed in taking over the world. Why? Because of that idiot. He was constantly ruining everything. Misunderstanding orders, not paying attention, dancing when he should've been working, crying when he should've been helping, keeping a tight grasp of his moral compass when he should've been supportive! It was all Pinky's fault, always.
Except Brain gave in. He explained again and again, he garnered his attention with rude words, he let him dance, he soothed his tears, he gave in to that moral compass and went where it pointed. It was easy to put the blame on the action, harder to shift it to the reaction where it belonged.
039) Protect (165)
Every now and then, the scientists would get it in their heads that the two ever-escaping mice needed to be separated. Normally, Brain would allow this. It never mattered, really, and it tended to give him a bit of time to himself to concentrate on that night's plan. Besides, going to get Pinky was never an issue. He was, after all, an ever-escaping mouse.
But something about that day was just... different. Something about the way the scientists were looking at Pinky that day caused his fur to bristle. He wrapped his arms around his partner and held tightly, covering his lanky frame as well as he could with his smaller one. The door swung open and someone reached in, expecting the removal to be as simple as it normally was.
He drew back a bloody finger and Brain decided that he needed to brush his teeth as soon as possible. Pinky just smiled and thought the little growlies Brain was giving off were adorable.
040) Destruction (139)
The lab was in shambles. Brain gazed about, clutching his cagemate's hand as they surveyed the damage. It was as though a tornado had come through, tearing through the entire place. Papers were scattered haphazardly, pieces of plans covering the floor and the countertop like snowflakes that made his heart ache.
How had this happened? They'd only been gone a few hours, on yet another plan to take over the world. When it had inevitably gone awry, they had come home... to this. The two mice wandered into their cage, hands linked, and the taller one let out a gasp, pointing to something on the floor. The smaller of the two scurried to it, picking up two halves of a little globe and blinking rapidly to rid himself of a sudden dampness of his eyes.
His little world. Destroyed.
Next time:
Mine, Annoyance, Red, Mirror, Challenge
