I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Three for Three

Buttercup sat covered in bruises, scrapes, and love bites at different stages of healing while out with her sisters and friends. Tabitha wanted a girls' day with no boys, Coal included, and Buttercup was definitely in need of a break from boys. Her husband especially. They'd been fighting and having sex on repeat for the past two weeks and was starting to feel its toll on her body.

Butch was showing her just how strong he really was by holding back, and she was pushing herself to prove to him that she could take him. Despite that first fight where he had her pinned and gasping for breath. She was pushing herself harder than she ever thought herself capable and wasn't holding anything back, yet she could see that she wasn't able to do more than bruise him. Then there was the sex. Just thinking about it, made her throb between her legs. They'd had rough sex before, but it was nothing like this. He'd pounded her into any surface on Monster Isle capable of withstanding their combined force. Spread her open just that little bit past as far as she could to get as deep as he could within her. Made her take as much of him as she thought she could stand and then pushed that little bit more. She couldn't even begin to think about—.

"Earth to Buttercup!" Sam said as she looked at her friend who'd bent the end of her straw between her teeth. "What's going on inside that head of yours?"

Across the table, Tabitha snickered with a mischievous edge to it. "Probably about whoever fucked her into next week. No, next year. Does Butch know you're cheating on him?"

To that Buttercup could only snort and roll her eyes. "Don't let that fathead hear you say that. He's full enough of himself." She went back to her drink only to frown when she saw her straw bent to hell.

"More like you're full of him." Tabitha teased only to have the paper wrapping of a straw shot in her face.

"I'm confused. I thought you two were fighting." Robin asked from her place beside Bubbles.

"They are," Bubbles answered looking at her sister. "Aren't you?"

Buttercup took a deep pull from her straw before responding. "It's a fucking pissing match at this point."

That statement only served to confuse everyone at the table. "What do you mean?" Goo just as their waiter came to take their orders.

Once their orders were placed, Buttercup shifted in her seat and winced at the combined tenderness and sores she felt radiating throughout her body. She also felt everyone's eyes on her as she moved and scowled at them for their scrutiny. "Butch is toying with me. He says he's stronger, but he isn't showing it to me."

Blossom made a sound of disagreement from behind the screen of her phone. "Buttercup, I think you should stop this before you really get hurt. You already had a concussion. That and you've been walking funny for the past few days."

The Spice Power Puff actually looked scandalized as her older sister mentioned her gait. She knew she was walking a bit differently than before, but she honestly thought no one would notice. Tabitha's eyes glowed with intrigue and she urged Sam to switch places with her so that she could dish about the sex. "Buttercup, you're blushing like a virgin. You have to tell us what Butch's been doing to you."

"Does she really?" Blossom asked without looking up from her phone. "Why isn't Brick texting me back?"

Robin reached over the table and took Blossom's phone out of her hand. "Blossom, you're not a mom right now. You're just a college girl out with her friends."

"But—."

"Let him be with the boys," Sam said before turning back to Buttercup. "So what gives with you and Butch? You two have more highs and lows than a roller coaster."

Buttercup took a deep pull of her soda as she contemplated that answer. One could say it was just their natures. Combative plus competitive equaled their need to push each other. Most of the time, Buttercup enjoyed having her limits tested by Butch. He was one of the few people she'd admit to being stronger than her, but even on a bad, she could hold her own. She figured that was what was pissing her off so much about their more recent fights. He'd claimed he was much stronger than before, but he'd yet to prove it. At least that's what she kept telling herself as he held back. Blossom was right, she probably should stop before she got hurt. Her head was more than just a little rattled when Butch headbutted her. She'd covered the bruise he left with makeup, but she was sure it was sweated slash smudged off when she and Butch had their fight fuck romp on Monster Isle. It was gone by now and replaced with bruises on various other parts of her body. "At this point, I don't even know. It started as one thing then evolved into something else entirely."

"Yeah, into the probably the best fuck of your life." Tabitha teased just as the waiter came with their appetizers. Try as he might to appear as if he was unfazed, his face had a faint blush going across his nose. Tabitha's eyes twinkled wickedly as she stared up at him, waiting for him to make eye contact. When she did she smiled wide and watched as he cleared his throat and made a hasty retreat.

Goo shook her head at her friend, before turning to Buttercup. "Did you want it to turn into sex?"

"I didn't, but I can't lie and say that the sex isn't…something to enjoy." She couldn't help the second blush that crossed her face.

"I would hope so," Tabitha started as she took a portion of mozzarella sticks onto her plate. "I mean, it would just suck if you were having all that sex and not enjoying it."

"Our bodies' reactions to sex are involuntary," Goo said as she dipped a particularly gooey mozzarella stick into the marinara. "It's how you feel about it that differentiates between just having sex, making love, and screwing. From how you look, I think you're just screwing."

The straw between Buttercup's lips bent as she bit down on the end again. There wasn't a reason for her to disagree with Goo on that. When it came to sex with Butch, she could very vividly think of each time that fell into the categories of sex Goo just described. When they weren't officially together was them just having sex. Right now, was them screwing around. There was only one time could she could recall making love with Butch and that was after he revealed to her the extent of H.I.M's abuse. "You would be—eww! What's that smell?"

The spice puff turned to look around and wrinkled her nose at whatever the waiter was carrying. When it ventured close enough for Buttercup to see that it was a simple slice of cheesecake. She grimaced and gagged before turning back her the table and too her friends and sisters staring at her with varying looks of shock.

"What?"

"When's the last time you had your period?" Blossom cut right to the chase as she stared intently at her younger sister.

Buttercup at least had the decency to look insulted, but she did think for a while about her answer. It hadn't escaped her notice that Butch and she hadn't been using a condom during their screwing sessions. However, she was taking her pill. After she was given her special pills by the professor, she made sure to take her pill regularly; especially after Blossom got pregnant. Still, she was being a bit reckless as the pill wasn't one hundred percent effective. "I think right before we started physically fighting." She then counted in her head. "And I think I'm due in a few days."

Something in Blossom's stomach clenched at the idea of her sister fighting her husband in her potential condition. Also, it worried her that Buttercup might still want to fight despite that. "Until then, do you mind giving yourself a break?"

True to form, Buttercup wanted to rebel against her self-declared leader's command. "Says the girl who had a baby at eighteen and didn't tell her sisters she was pregnant until three months in. Let her friends find out via mass text sent out by her nemesis."

"Buttercup!" Bubbles hissed at her sister while a chill settled over them.

"It's my body." Buttercup declared. "What I do with it is my business."

Robin, Tabitha, Sam, and Goo all watched silently as Spice and Everything Nice faced off against each other. For Robin, this wasn't anything new to her. She was familiar with the power struggle that frequently happened between Blossom and Buttercup. Depending on the situation, it swung either way in who was right. However, in this particular instance, it wasn't Buttercup against her sister. It was Buttercup against a mother. This was not a fight that Buttercup was going to win.

Tabitha cleared her throat and clapped her hands together as she tried to salvage the day. "Guys, it's the first time in a while where we just get to hang. Just us girls."

"Tabby's right. Can't we just have fun today?"

"Well, Tabitha asked about my love life. That's what it is. If you don't like it, then don't fucking ask me about it." Buttercup snapped as their food was brought to the table and her nose wrinkled at the strong cheesy smell mixed with garlic from the pasta dish she ordered. "Can you pack this to go for me please? I'm not hungry."

It was a shock to the waiter, but he nodded and went to go pack her meal. As he took it away, Buttercup's face relaxed as the smell went away. She wasn't sure that she was pregnant now that her know it all sister said something, but damn if that idea didn't prod at her. She hoped her period came sooner rather than later if only to prove her sisters and friends wrong. If by some cruel twist of fate, she was pregnant…well she didn't want to think about that now. Either way, she'd only tell Butch if she was. No point in getting him worked up if she wasn't.

With a strained silence falling over them, the other girls ate their meals. What few words are said were few and far in between. Tabitha rightfully felt the ass for bringing it up to begin with, but Goo gave her a reassuring smile and a bit of the tension lessened. Hopefully, the rest of their girls' dad was much better.

Just like the girls were having a girls' day, the guys were all hanging out. While the girls were going out for lunch and going shopping later, the guys were playing video games and waiting for the basketball game later that evening to come on. All while the others were crashing their virtual cars, Butch was reclining against the couch at Mac's place with Coal laying against his belly. His body was aching more than he was willing to admit, and his nephew's warming ability was doing wonders for him.

Coal nuzzled his face against him and pulled part of his uncle's shirt to his mouth. When he didn't get what he wanted, he started to heat up and make a fuss. Brick turned from the game to his son and checked the time. It was mid to late afternoon, so it was about time for his feeding. He hopped up from the floor and went to Mac's fridge where he stashed bottles of Blossom's breastmilk. He made sure he marked the bottles so that they weren't mistakenly drunk. Boomer made that mistake once, and as far as Brick knows hasn't drunk milk since then.

After getting his bottle ready by warming it with his heating powers, he went to retrieve his son from Butch. He sat next to them and held his arms out, but rather than hand his nephew over, Butch just reached for the bottle. "I can feed him."

Brick's brow dropped low as he looked at his brother and how he was holding his son. "You've had him all day."

"I don't get to see the little guy enough," Butch said in response.

There was a split second where Brick might've believed that if he didn't feel the heat coming off his son. That and Butch holding him closer and getting a look of relief on his face. "Dude, are you using my son as a heating pad? Not cool." The irate dad then picked up his son and arranged him to his preferred eating position.

"Aww Brick. Come on. He doesn't mind."

"He's a baby. He's doesn't know that he should mind." Brick said as Coal's red eyes flicked between his daddy and uncle, before returning to his lunch. Poor boy must've really been hungry. He was practically chugging his bottle down.

Mac turned to look over his shoulder before crashing his virtual car into the wall of the track. "Aw, man. What's been up with you Butch? You haven't played any rounds and you've just sat on the couch this whole time."

"I've been having marital issues with Buttercup," Butch informed his friends. "But what else is new?"

"Some problems. You've come home buck ass naked from Monster Isle. Twice" Boomer commented before he could stop himself.

Butch shrugged and folded his arms over his stomach. "It couldn't be helped. My clothes were shredded." He still remembered Mojo's face when he came through the sliding doors in the buff. Butch had walked through the observatory with his junk bouncing around freely as he made his way to his shower. Boomer who'd seen his brother more naked than he cared for had thrown his sandwich away in disgust. "Not that you'd know about that Vanilla Bean."

A few months ago that would've resulted in Boomer pouncing on his brother. Instead, he breathed through his nose and turned to look at him from his place on the floor beside Mac. "It may not be porno, bareback sloppy cream pie sex like you, but I have great sex with Bubbles."

"Bareback cream pie. That's oddly specific." Butch mused missing Brick kick Boomer, drawing a soft grunt of discontent from his nephew. He raised his head and looked between his brothers with a raised brow.

Brick sent Boomer a glare as Coal finished with his meal and was ready to be burped. Settling the empty bottle on the nearby end table, Brick moved Coal over his shoulder and urged him to let out a nice burp. Much to the hilarity of the miniature rough boy, gas came out of both ends and he laughed to himself at the sensation. Brick felt a spread of warmth in his son's diaper and wondered if his son peed. However, when he checked his diaper, he was met with the scent of smoke. "That could be a problem. Still want him as a heating pad?"

"And have him set my balls on fire? No thanks." Butch said despite the aches in his body. He shifted on the couch and groaned painfully. "On second thought."

"Was it a fight or some really crazy sex that has you all jelly-boned?" Mac asked. The video game was forgotten as they focused on Butch's married life.

Seeing as there was no way to avoid this conversation, he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Would it make sense if I said both? She wants me to go all out in a fight, but you know I wouldn't. That just pisses her off more, so she fights harder. I fight back harder, she gets a little banged up and then…"

"Then you bang." Mac guessed. "Are you even taking the time to remember to wear a condom?"

"She's on the pill," Butch answered, not wanting to admit that he's been more than a little reckless, but Buttercup made him crazy. From the first time, he saw her as kids to when they met up again as seniors at Pokey Oaks High. She infuriated him. She riled him up. She turned him on. She also comforted him, soothed him. She also loved him, and he loved her. However, it would be hard to tell considering how much they fought.

Mac chuckled at his friend's feigned bravado. "Be glad she hasn't been taking antibiotics or else those pills wouldn't be doing squat."

"Right," Butch said before he remembered something very important regarding antibiotics. It was around the time he got his penicillin shot in the butt. His emerald eyes widened, and he inhaled deeply.

This didn't go unnoticed by the present company. "Butch?"

"It's nothing."

Coal cooed and blew bubbles at his uncle. Butch looked his way and for a brief moment saw the red features replaced with black and green. He couldn't hold back the wince if he wanted to.

"You're looking a little pale, Butch." Boomer noted, suddenly feeling just a bit smug. His clean and vanilla sex life didn't seem so bad.

Turning to his younger brother, Butch scowled at the smile that was on his face. If he wasn't in so much pain, he knew he would've leapt from the couch onto him. "I'm in pain."

"In pain or thinking about how you probably knocked up Buttercup." Boomer taunted simply for the fact that Butch couldn't physically do anything about it.

Butch knew his brother well enough to know what he was doing and let his eyes glow red before his laser vision activated and he managed to zap Boomer right in the forehead. The sudden sound startled Coal and he jumped in his daddy's arms and flared up against him. When he started to whimper, Brick gently rocked and soothed him. He then kicked Butch as best he could. "Don't scare him like that."

Meanwhile, Boomer reached up to feel the burn on his forehead only to touch the singed edges of his bangs. "You jerk. You burned my hair."

"Be glad that's all I can do right now," Butch smirked glad to have gotten to his brother.

Finally getting to the burn, Boomer winced at the sensitive spot. He then turned to Mac, whose eyes widened at the sight that Boomer was. "That bad?"

"You may want to get a haircut," Mac told him.

"Fucking jerk. I hope you're okay with getting your ass kicked by Bubbles again." Boomer said as she tried to make his ruined less more presentable and failing miserably.

Butch was about to make a quip about the Sugar Puff fighting but, but then he remembered how she'd body slammed him onto the hood of his previous car. Also when it came to the girls, Mojo was oddly more hesitant to engage Bubbles. However, he wasn't in any condition to engage anyone. He groaned again as he shifted and felt his body lock up. The worst of it was in his hips from continuous pounding into Buttercup's body. After every fight, they'd have sex. Taking her in every which way he could and even getting a little creative.

Pleasure became punishment one night and Butch couldn't help but think about it at that moment. When he still remembered why they were fighting, he tried to convince her forcibly that she needed to apologize to Mojo. Not unexpectedly she was against the notion. They'd crashed onto Monster Isle and after a good few hours of fighting, they'd fallen into some rough sex. On that playing field, Butch couldn't help but want to push her as she pushed him. He wanted to reach deeper, go harder. His mouth never missed an inch of her. Having lavished her from her toes to her head, spending extension time with his tongue between her legs. He'd never tire of that taste of her. That warm spicy taste that clung to his skin even long after he'd left with nothing but the memory of her spent, trembling, and panting from beneath him.

The last time they were together, they'd broached uncharted waters. He had her pressed stomach down and ass put in the air over a log as she pounded mercilessly into her.

"Say you'll apologize to Mojo." He said between thrusts of his hips as he plunged into her. "Say you'll do it."

Her voice was lost as she was caught up in the pleasure. However, she was still just a bit coherent that she could refuse his request. "Fuck…you…no."

Butch's brow twitched with irritation and he pulled back till just the tip of him was in Buttercup and then he slammed back into her as hard as he could. She gasped and ripped the bark of the tree she was bent over in shocked pleasure. "Is that still a no?"

Buttercup stubbornly stayed silent even as Butch repeated the action twice more before pulling out of her completely. She looked over her shoulder, she saw him suck on two of his fingers and then spit into his hand. When he came back to her, he pushed her down gentler than she was expecting given the current moment and felt his fingers run across her wet core. She closed her eyes and moaned against his ministrations. When his hand moved up toward her ass, she tensed just a fraction.

"Scared?"

"No," she lied, just before she felt his fingers circle the tight bud that was her anus.

"Of course not." He humored her, just before he breached her once untouched orifice. When she gasped and tried to clench her butt, he held her spread with a hand on her left cheek. Butch moved slowly in her with a single finger, before adding another and then another. Below him, Buttercup was destroying the tree they were on as her fingers dug deeply into the already fallen tree. Butch continued to work his fingers into her—loosening her up for the bigger challenge ahead. "You really won't do it."

"Do…oh shit…what?" She asked, her lips quivering at the bizarre mélange of feelings she was experiencing. "Fuck!"

Butch took his hand from her ass and licked his palm, before reaching down the grip himself. "Apologize?"

"Apolo…ah! AH!" Her voice had gone up an octave as Butch twisted his fingers in her.

"Apologize."

Her brow furrowed as she was given a brief moment to think. Huffing out a growl, she turned as much as she could to glare at Butch over her shoulder. "I…said…NO! I didn't do anything but be myself."

"Yeah," Butch agreed as he pulled his fingers out of her, and wrapped an arm around her waist. He moved her off the destroyed tree and onto the mossy ground. "I love and sometimes hate you for it." Taking a deep breath, he gripped himself and took the plunge.

Neither green superhuman was prepared for the sensations that wracked through them. For Buttercup, she felt full, and nerves she didn't know she had were being teased and stimulated in a unique way. Dirt and moss were caked under her nails from her digging her fingers into the earth. Butch felt as if she were trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Her ass was a tighter fit than her pussy and he had to hold himself still before he came too quickly. It didn't help that he felt her fluttering around him and squeezing him as she worked through the sensation of being anally penetrated.

When he felt more in control of himself, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in even slower. Buttercup whimpered beneath him and dropped her head onto her arms. Butch couldn't help being smug as her whimper was a sound he never heard her make before. Cry out, yes. Scream, for sure. But never had he heard her whimper in such a sweet, soft voice.

They remained in their current position with Butch thrusting slowly into her for a while longer gaining more speed as Buttercup grew more accustomed to him. When he felt the stirrings of an orgasm, he pulled Buttercup up so that she was arched against him and spread wide. He was sure they made quite the display with her legs spread and his cock up her ass. How he wished he could see it. With the hand that wasn't in her anus, he reached around and stroked her clit, glad that she was still wet from before. When she threw her hands up and grip his neck he smirked and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "That's right. Feel me, baby."

His fingers stroked her lit a while longer, before reaching lower down so he could insert them into her. He matched his thrusts to his fingers moving in and out of her and he reveled in Buttercup holding onto him for dear life as she lost her voice to the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Butch's balls tightened as his pleasure began to mount, but he refused to let go before she did. His fingers worked faster inside her and his thumb rubbed rapid circles on her clit. His hips also worked to keep up. Then it happened.

Buttercup let out a high pitched cry that made Butch's sensitive ears ring. Her body also tightened and he felt a sudden rush of wetness from between her legs. That triggered his own release, it was only after did he realize that maybe he should've pulled out of her. However, the shameless part of him relished the idea of having cum in her. He knew it wouldn't do so again without a condom.

Outside of Butch's mind, Brick was placing a hand over his son's face while Boomer threw a cushion at Butch's face. Pulled from his erotic reverie, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. "What?"

"What do you mean, what? You're sporting a boner on my couch." Mac told him, trying not to stare at the evidence.

Coal for his part squirmed and made a noise of protest at his daddy's blocking his vision. He then reached for his daddy's fingers and gripped them tightly as he then proceeded to gum them. "Ya, aya ya." He entertained himself.

"Yeah, your uncle's being a perv." Brick spoke to his son, who didn't understand a thing of what was being said, but liked that he was being included. "Tell him he's a perv, and that you're too young to be seeing some guy sporting wood."

To that, Butch placed the thrown cushion over his boner and rose a brow at his brother. "So says the guy that had sex with his girlfriend while she was pregnant. I'm pretty sure Coal saw your hot rod more than he probably should."

"Ayi yaya aya." Coal answered.

"That's right, daddy. Having your dick in my face was not cool." Butch answered his nephew.

"Do we even want to know what you were thinking about that?' Boomer asked, wondering if he should even ask.

If one were to be tactful, they'd have seen the question as rhetorical. However, since that one was Butch, he decided to answer with a question of his own. "Have you guys ever done it in the ass?"

"Butch!"

"What?"

"Ew!"

"Yes." The Rowdy Ruff Boys all turned to the innocent looking Mac as he blushed from his chin to his ears. With the attention suddenly all on him, he ruffled his hair and turned slightly away from his friends. "Yeah, Goo and I might've tried it a time or two."

"Huh," Butch said mildly impressed with his typically shy friend. "Was it your idea or hers?"

Mac's brown skin darkened as his blush deepened. He rarely if ever talked about his sex life. Goo was a free spirit and had a very unique way of looking at things. Sex was not excluded from that, so whenever she suggested something they'd talk and decide if they'd try it not. The same went for him if he were to be the one to suggest something. "It was mutual curiosity."

"How does that feel?" Boomer asked looking between the two of them who had experienced anal sex.

"It's tighter, but not as soft." Mac supplied, shifting in his place on the floor as he remembered the experience.

"Did you use a condom?" Butch asked.

Mac gave him a disapproving look. "You didn't use a condom, did you?"

"You're saying you did?" Butch asked, not seeing why he should, given the lack of ability to impregnate her.

Mac glanced at his friend and was about to open his mouth to question his recklessness when Coal gurgled aloud.

"Mmm aaayaa ya hmm!" He said before grabbing onto one if his toys that Brick reached for. His favorite that was a fuzzy monster thing that was red, orange, and yellow. He squealed and laughed as he played with his favorite toy while sitting on his daddy's lap.

Whatever Mac was about to say died on his tongue while looking at his friend's son. He was a bit of an outsider when it comes to matters that happened with the guys, but he knew that Coal's conception was a bit of a hard subject. Still, it made it hard to berate Butch for his sloppy sex habits when it would no doubt lead to them talking about the miniature Rowdy Ruff boy.

"A condom makes for less of a mess," Mac told him as he turned away from his friend to reach for his controller and resume the video game they were playing.

The lingering look that Mac laid on Coal didn't go unmissed by Brick. The thing he truly wanted to say to his disgusting brother flashed across his face as clear as day. However, out of consideration for Brick's feelings, he probably changed his mind. That didn't exactly sit well with the Redd Ruff. He knew no one blamed him for what happened, but to think they had to walk around eggshells with him was infuriating. His temperature must've gone up as Brick felt Coal's temperature rise in his lap. Coal as far as he knew was just as fireproof as he was, but his son's tolerance wasn't known yet. Taking a breath, he cooled down and Coal did the same. That being said, he couldn't let Butch get away with being so nasty.

Speaking of nasty… "Maybe so. I did come in her and that mixed with—."

"Butch!" Boomer said as his cheeks tinted pink. "I do not want to hear about your shitty dick."

Butch shrugged painfully. "Hey, you asked."

"And I regretted it when I asked." Boomer then turned his back on his brother like Mac and reached for a controller. Soon enough the two of them were engaged in a race with sabotage and crashes involved.

The only sounds in the room were the video game sound effects, the clicking of the controllers, the occasional swear, and Coal's gurgling. The air had a forced lightness to it and Brick couldn't see a better way of clearing it than just saying what he was thinking. "You really shouldn't be so reckless. Mojo would blow a blood vessel in his brain if you knocked up Buttercup. Also aren't you still cut off from your money?"

"Yeah, but the job at the garage pays well," Butch said while reclining and bringing his hands up over his head. "Buttercup will get tired of this soon enough."

Coal looked up at his daddy as he felt him heat up again. "So you're just going to keep this up until she gives in?"

"She can't beat me."

"That's not the fucking point, dumbass!" His voice rose and he flared up before remembering Coal was in his grasp.

Butch's brows shot up as he turned to his brother. Mac and Boomer startled as did Coal who quieted and started to whimper. Too angry to soothe his son like he wanted, he stood and passed him to Boomer. His brother took his nephew, and everyone watched as Brick stormed out of the room, a wave of heat following him in his wake. The sudden slam of the door is what scared Coal and he began to cry in his uncle's arm, much to Boomer's distress. Mac thankfully took him and was able to soothe the babe but he still ran warm. Thankfully he wasn't so hot that Mac couldn't hold him.

Boomer and Mac then turned to Butch with annoyed looks. The green Ruff looked between them and didn't have to be told that he was the cause of Brick's sudden outburst. Wordlessly he pulled himself up from the couch and groaned as he painfully made his way to where his older brother went.

Outside, Brick was fuming and scorching a mark onto the driveway of the house. Taking a breath, he reigned in his fire and tried to calm down. It wasn't Butch's fault that he was an idiot, but he was being an idiot. He was just humoring Buttercup at this point. There were times he held his ground against her, others he spoiled her, and then there were times like now where he was doing both at the same time. Butch was inconsiderate, but he was far from selfish.

"Mac is going to make you clean that up when he sees it," Butch said as he sat beside his brother. "Sorry."

"Don't say it if you don't know what you're apologizing for." Brick snapped at him with thin trails of smoke coming out of his nose.

"I can guess," Butch said. "We all care about your little Blazing Coal. Don't take what I'm doing to mean I take what happened with you and Blossom lightly. I hate what that demon did to you."

The smoke from Brick's nose was darker on his next exhale. "Just stop being an idiot when it comes to Buttercup."

To that Butch, laughed and looked up. "What can I say? I love her. Look at me being the sap. This is more Boomer's thing than mine."

"We've all turned to saps over those girls." Brick admitted. "Still, end this thing with Buttercup before someone really gets hurt."

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. BZZZZZZZZZ. Buttercup slammed her hand on the timer and reached for the innocent looking plastic stick that would determine her next move. Taking a deep breath she flipped it over and sucked in a breath. A single blue line graced the screen and the breath she was holding released with a laugh.

"Negative." She then threw the plastic stick away and left the bathroom. It had been a week since her cycle was supposed to start, but she wouldn't jump to any conclusions. Not without verifying it for herself yet. The last thing she wanted was for Blossom to be her know it all self about it. She'd been having crazy sex with Butch and they weren't as careful should've been. They weren't using condoms and sometimes he wasn't pulling out quickly enough. Yes, she was taking her pill, but she was sure she missed a day or maybe two due to pure exhaustion.

For a second when her cycle didn't start, she worried she might be pregnant. It didn't help that her sisters and friends thought she was too due to her reaction at the restaurant, but one test said otherwise. She was glad there was nothing to tell Butch. She could only imagine what his reaction would be if they were fighting while there was a possibility she could've been pregnant. She know Blossom would've given her hell if she knew. She didn't want to think about what Butch would do if he thought she was pregnant.

"So, what's the verdict?" A froggy voice asked as she came out into the living room of the small trailer home.

Turning to Mitch, Buttercup smirked and placed her hands on her hips. "Not pregnant."

"Thank god. One Butch is enough. Though I am surprised that you aren't. From what you told me, you've been going at it like monkeys. Pun intended for the most offense." Mitch taunted as he sipped his root beer on the couch and flipped channels.

Knowing to who he was referring made Buttercup laugh, before she remembered that he was part of the reason she and Butch had been fighting. At least he was. Now, she couldn't be sure other than she didn't want to lose to him. Something she was stubbornly refusing to admit had been going on for w while now. "Yeah, it's a pleasant surprise to me too," Buttercup said as she headed for the door. "I'm going to get going."

"Glad to be of help," Mitch said not without a bit of bite in his tone. "I'm only your friend when it's convenient."

Buttercup stopped at the door and sighed. "Mitch don't." She turned to face her former friend with a pinched brow. "You've had jerky moments and I need space from you sometimes or else I forget that you're just a human."

The froggy voiced teen slurped his root beer loudly. "Right. Well, you took your test. You came back negative. Now get out."

"You're being a jerk again," Buttercup told him. "Look, you were one of my best friends Mitch, but your personality is a lot for the others to take at times."

"Right, and your Rowdy Snuff Boy's isn't." Mitch set his soda can down and stood up. Walking over to Buttercup he stood over her, but was smart enough to remember not to crowd her. "We were friends for a long time and I thought—."

"I know what you thought." She said actually sounding apologetic. "But it wasn't something that could happen."

"Why not? Because of some weird Chemical X mumbo jumbo?" Mitch guessed before backing off and turning away from her.

Buttercup tensed at that and took a deep breath. "Mitch, don't. I spent the longest time dealing with whether what I felt for him was real or not. I had it tested again when we got married and well…I love him, Mitch."

"Yeah, you love him so much that you're here with me instead of telling him that you might be pregnant." Mitch sat as he sat down and propped his feet on the table.

Buttercup ran her hands down over her face. "I'm not pregnant, so there's nothing to tell him. I just needed to use your bathroom. I'm done, so it's finished." With that, she left the trailer leaving Mitch to brood in silence.

While he sat on the couch, he pulled out his phone and called the garage he brought his dingy of a car to.

Butch got yanked from under the car he was working on and looked up to see his boss. "Yo, you got a call."

"If it's not important then take a message," Butch said before crawling under the car he was working on again.

"It's about your…wife?" His coworker rose a brow and looked at the young man who he just noticed wore a black gold band around his left ring finger.

Sliding out from under the car he took the phone that was held out to him. "Hello?"

"Your wife just left my house, and she forgot her panties under my bed."

The muscles in Butch's hand strained against his efforts to refrain from crushing the phone in his hand. "If this is some stupid ass attempt to get back at me for your rust on wheels dingy—."

"Wow, you must love her if you thought she could have never been over at my house." Mitch chuckled humorlessly into the phone, sounding like he smoked a pack of cigarettes. "But she was over here."

"Yeah right. Why? You two don't hang anymore." Butch said wiping his motor oil covered fingers on his coveralls.

"How would you know? It's not as if she tells you everything." Mitch said, clearly baiting him.

Unfortunately for Butch, he was baitable. Especially when it came to Buttercup keeping things from him. "And what would you know that I wouldn't?"

"You know she told me about who guys fighting and fucking and fighting some more," Mitch told him.

Knowing that Buttercup told Mitch about their problems bothered him more than he thought it would. "Jealous, limp dick? Of us fucking I mean. I know you had a hard on for her, but you had nothing but your hand to take care of."

There was a bit of silence on the other line before he chuckled derisively. "Hardly. I wouldn't take your sloppy seconds and I do mean sloppy."

There was a smugness in his tone that made Butch bristle. He also felt his energy spike around him and it pushed at everything around him. His manager and coworkers gave him worried looks and a wide berth of space. "I could flatten you without a second thought, Mitchelson. Easily."

"Right, which is why I called rather than sought you out to tell you that she's not pregnant." With that his nemesis hung up, leaving Butch reeling with the bomb he just dropped on him.

The green Ruff dropped his hand holding the phone and sat there thinking about if he should hold any stock in what Mitch said. It was Mitch. The guy wasn't known for being reliable, but for some reason, Buttercup kept him as an on again off again friend. One she felt she could tell was pregnant over him. The one she was having sex with. Her husband. "God fucking damn it!"

Butch stood up and brought his phone back to the office before clocking out and leaving. He could feel his energy surging and knew it would alert his brothers. If that happened, it wouldn't be long before word got to Buttercup. Just thinking her name and what she failed to tell him made him furious. If he were to see her know, she'd get her wish of seeing him at full strength, and he would hurt her. Badly.

In an effort to contain himself he drove home, knowing he'd have to control himself if he didn't want to give in to his more violent nature. After getting to the park, he sat in his truck before getting out and flying to the cabin. He thought he was going to head t the Isle, but he found himself at their cabin in the woods and couldn't contain himself any longer.

Ripping the door off the hinges, he easily tore through everything that they'd brought in that made it their space and not just Buttercup's. The convertible couch bed was smashed and crumbled into an unrecognizable heap. Her posters were burned through with his laser vision. The pillows and blankets were ripped apart, causing a flurry of feathers to fall down on him. When he'd ruined everything in the little shack of a clubhouse, he went outside and lifted it from its foundation and threw it through the woods. The trees didn't stand a chance as they were knocked over from the oncoming projectile that was the cabin. When the pieces had been rendered to splinters leaving the interior wreckage scattered all over the forest, he felt something crackle against his energy. Turning he saw his brothers land and growled lowly at them.

"Get away from me!" He warned him, not intending on doing so again. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he crouched down and wrapped his arms over his head. He breathed heavily through his mouth in an attempt to quell his temper. "Fucking hell."

"Butch," Brick called out holding a hand to his brother holding him back. "What happened? You're flaring up."

"You almost never flare up." Boomer said.

Butch's energy flared and is crackled against his brother's energy as they flared in response. "It's so fucking stupid." He growled dropping his arms and standing up to face his brothers. "It's fucking Mitch. Goddamn Mitch! Why in the holy fuck should I believe anything that worm says when it comes to my wife?"

"Butch, calm down." Brick said as he cautioned a step toward him. "You're right. It's Mitch and he's not known for telling the truth."

"Yeah, but—."

"What the hell is going on here?"

Brick closed his ruby eyes as Boomer turned around and tried to head Buttercup off. She shoved him only for Boomer to use his strength to hold her back and he shook his head at her. "Don't, Buttercup."

"What do you mean don't? What—what did you do to my cabin?" she screamed at Butch.

Seeing Buttercup seeing to enrage Butch more and his energy crackled around him in green waves. Brick and Boomer's own did the same in their respective colors and it stung Buttercup with her being so close to Boomer. She jerked back and as her skin turned red and puckered.

Boomer saw what happened and stepped back from Buttercup. "You should probably leave."

Looking between the boys before her and the pure rage rolling off of Butch, Buttercup played true to her nature and squared her shoulders. "Is this it? Is this your true power? The one you were holding back from me?"

"You must've really wanted to piss me off." Butch accused her. "Why else would you go to Mitch fucking Mitchelson?"

It was a split second of worry, but the Spice Puff steeled herself and lifted her chin. "You didn't need to know. It turned out to be nothing."

"That's not the fucking point, Buttercup!" Butch said taking a step forward, only to be held back by his brother. "This is asinine game of who's got the bigger dick is between us and it's fucking over. Now!"

"Then fight me."

"Buttercup!" Brick shouted at her for daring to challenge Butch when he was so angry. "Now is really not the time for you to be fucking around with him or any of us for that matter."

At that she laughed and tried to move around Boomer, only to be headed off again. She turned her jade eyes to Boomer's shining cobalts that reflected the danger she was choosing to ignore. "Neither of you scare me."

The blackest smoke came from Brick's nose as he turned to fully face his brother's headstrong and much too stubborn wife. "Would you get the fuck out of here?"

When she didn't look to move, Butch's let his energy flare until it reached Buttercup. It burned her arms when she raised them to protect her face and she tried not to flinch at the pain that radiated through them. "You really don't want me to come at you as I am right now."

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but she wasn't about to back down. Not from Butch. Never from him. "I keep telling you that I'm…"

"Buttercup!" Boomer warned her as he and his brothers seemed to move at the same time.

"…not…"

"Butch!" Brick yelled as he turned to stop his brother's charge to his former enemy.

"...scared of…"

"You asked for this," Butch said as his eyes started to glow along with his brothers.

"…you."

"BUTCH, DON'T!"

With Butch and Buttercup charging toward each other and Brick and Boomer in the middle, all three boys were touching when their rising energies rose. There was a blinding light and Buttercup was standing too close.

My beautiful, loving, and understanding readers,

I am so sorry for such a disgustingly long time between chapters. Between what minuscule free time I had and working, I truly didn't have time to write for this story like I wanted. Before I knew it, two months had passed and that to me is not acceptable. I've put more effort into my original, but you guys have been with me since the beginning. If I ever go this long without writing, know that I will write something and will never abandon a story.

I can't thank you all enough for being patient with me during this soul testing and taxing time, and I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

Until Next Time