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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Burning and Mending of Bridges

Coal was worn out from the day of traveling and Christmas excitement. This morning Mommy dressed him a brown outfit that had antlers, a nose, and a tail. He was in it for all of five minutes before Daddy saw him and changed him into a long-sleeved onesie with black pants. To make Mommy happy, Daddy put a Santa cap on his head—one to match the one Brick was wearing—and silly socks on his feet. Coal thought his feet looked like the outfit Mommy first put on him. After having his morning bottle with Daddy, the three of them got in Mommy's care and rode to the blocky white house. There his blond and dark-haired mommies and Grandpa practically smothered him with hugs and kisses. Then there were colorful boxes around a big tree that he was told were for him.

His dark-haired mommy showed him that they were supposed to rip the paper to get to whatever was hidden. However, in typical baby fashion, Coal was only interested in the color wrapping paper. He sat in his daddy's arms squealing as he crumpled the colorful paper and listened to the sounds as he thrashed about.

There were toys upon toys for him. Colorful, bright toys with moving parts and funny sounds. Daddy said something about his brothers enjoying his toys more than him. Then the room seemed to chill, like when Mommy sometimes got mad at Daddy. His red eyes flickered up to his daddy before going to his mommy who was shaking her head from behind dark-haired mommy. They were setting up for Christmas brunch and had just begun to set the table when he apparently stuck his foot in his mouth.

"Of course, the Dummy—."

"Don't call Boomer a dummy." Bubbles cut in as she set the large stack of pancakes and waffles on the table.

Buttercup rolled her eyes and set the plate of chicken tenders to go with the waffles down. "Little boys never grow up do they?"

Blossom carrying a plate full of eggs shook her head again. A clear sign to not engage. Brick wisely turned to Coal who was beginning to bring the colorful wrapping paper to his mouth. Despite his daddy's intervention, Coal was not thwarted in his gumming and took Brick's finger into his mouth. He chewed aggressively, making baby sounds to himself.

"Who's hungry?" Blossom asked.

"This little guy, apparently. We have a bottle for him or do you want to give him the breast?" Brick asked as he stood up from the couch.

"Bottle. I pumped early this morning, remember?" A meaningful look passed between Brick and Blossom. The look wasn't missed by Bubbles or Buttercup. Buttercup turned to glare between them both and folded her arms over her chest. "What?"

"You're going to see them today, aren't you?" Buttercup accused her sister.

Blossom sighed and leaned against the table. "It's Coal's first Christmas, Buttercup. He's going to spend it with all his family. Butch, Boomer, and Mojo are his family too." The eldest of the Power Puffs said.

There was a stare-off between the two of them before the house rocked with an explosion. Brick gripped Coal tightly to his chest in a protective manner, while the girls simply held the table and its contents in place. Thudding footsteps preluded the smell of burning hair and probably skin. The door to the lab was thrown open and the professor came barreling in holding the weirdest contraption ever and covered in soot. As he made a beeline for Brick and Coal. Brick stepped back and Blossom leaped over the table to put herself between her boys and the professor.

"No gifts that blow up!" Blossom yelled.

"It won't blow up." The professor reassured despite his appearance. With the young parents staring at him with skeptical looks, he frowned and tried to wipe the soot from his face with the sleeve of his lab coat. "This had nothing to do with his gift."

"Somehow I doubt it." Brick commented. "Besides we don't know if he's fireproof yet."

Blazing Coal then chose that moment to sneeze and let a small spark of fire to come with it. Brick just barely managed to avoid Blossom's hair catching fire. If anything happened to Blossom's hair; Brick shuddered to think about it. Coal for all his involvement in his Daddy's sudden fear squealed happily to himself. Brick could only look down at his son and shake his head.

"You truly are a Rowdy Ruff Boy."

Coal smiled wide at his Daddy, his red eyes dancing with merriment.

After mayhem was thwarted everyone sat down to eat. Coal was happily drinking from his bottle, warmed up by his Daddy's fire powers and everyone was enjoying the meal. Well, mostly everyone. Buttercup's mood went from somber to agitated and back in an endless cycle. When anyone spoke to their respective sibling, they were made aware that the other wasn't making any effort to reach out and mend the currently burning bridge. After eating, they returned to opening presents. Buttercup met her own gifts with a muted enthusiasm before retreating upstairs to her room. Bubbles and the professor could only sigh while Brick and Blossom made themselves ready to go visit the volcano tower.

"Ready to play in more wrapping paper, Fireball?" Brick asked as he got him settled into his car seat. His response to that was a yawn.

"Let him take a nap Brick," Blossom said as she made her way to the driver's seat.

Brick secured Coal one last time before climbing into the passenger's seat. They were just making it out of the subdivision when Brick braved to ask "How long do you think those two are not going to talk?"

To that Blossom could only shrug. "I couldn't tell you. They're both stubborn as hell, but Buttercup has to break their silence."

"Butch hasn't spoken to her since the Christmas party." Brick reminded her. Boomer told him that Butch was pretending that it wasn't bothering him but it was clear that he was bothered—and probably horny. Both Red and Blue Ruff boys knew that Butch hadn't had sex since Thanksgiving. If they remembered correctly, the last time Butch went without sex for an extended period of time was when Mojo grounded him. It was about two weeks and in that time Butch managed to annoy the ever-living shit out of Brick and Boomer. However, that was an involuntary act of abstinence. This time it was self-inflicted. Boomer mentioned to him in secret that he was pretty sure their brother wasn't masturbating either. That in and of itself spelled of trouble to come—no pun intended. "I just hope they make up soon. I don't think Townsville would survive if they hold out any longer."

Blossom's brow furrowed before she glanced at Brick. "What do you mean?"

To answer her question, Brick reached over and placed his hand on Blossom's thigh. Pink eyes glanced down before returning to the road.

"Brick, I'm driving," Blossom said. "With our two-month-old in the backseat."

Chuckling to himself, Brick removed his hand and adjusted his Santa hat. "See how you held back?"

"Because I'm driving, and we have our two-month-old in the car," Blossom repeated.

"Okay, now think about when we're at home and were having sex." Brick said as he turned to her. "Can you feel how much I'm holding back?"

"You hold back?" As they came to a red light, Blossom turned to Brick with a skeptical look in her eyes. "It doesn't feel like it. Even when I was pregnant, it didn't feel like it."

If pride was personified, it would be Brick as that signature smug grin of his stretched across his face. "Well, I do. Not because I don't think you can handle it, because I know you can. You're just as durable as I am. It's just everything else around us wouldn't be able to handle it."

The light turned green and Blossom pushed the car forward. The implications of what Brick was telling her made her made a blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. Beside her, Brick chuckled and turned to face the road. "You sound pretty sure, that we'd smash a house if given the chance."

"We totally would." Brick assured confidently, before sobering up as they pulled into the park's parking lot. "That being said they're full of pent-up energy, and for the sake of the city, I hope it's spent outside city limits.

Coal's nap lasted past the traditions the boys had for Christmas which included watching every Christmas special episode of their favorite shows. When he woke up, Blossom fed him in the privacy of Brick's room, before bringing him down to join his uncle and other grandfather for the holiday. Butch was the first to take his nephew and nearly gave Brick and Blossom a heart attack when he lightly tossed him in the air and caught him. He then spun him around before Blossom told reminded him that he just ate. Boomer also reminded his brother that their nephew could burp fire, so he might want to be careful.

"Hair gel might be flammable, so be careful Butch." Boomer told him from his place on the couch. After watching Coal's meltdown from some gas and an upset stomach, he was wary to handle his nephew. Still, he was glad to spend the day with him.

"He's fine," Butch reassured, before tossing him in the air again and catching him. He then went over to the tree and started pulling out all the gifts that he and Boomer got for him. "Lookie, Coal. These are all yours. Let's open one of mine up." Butch proceeded to take one of his gifts and tore the wrapping paper to reveal a baseball and glove set.

Much like before Coal was more interesting in the wrapping paper than the actual gift. When the large white ball was put in his face, he looked at it before bringing reaching for it to bring to his mouth to gum.

"Right now, all he wants to play with is the paper," Blossom said from her place on the couch beside Brick. "Maybe we should just get him a box next year."

Mojo sat quietly in his recliner watching his family open gifts. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't content in the current moment, despite Blossom's presence. Blazing Coal was enjoying himself as he played with the colorful paper. For a being just a little over two months old, he was quite lively. When he got bored with the paper, he tried to wriggle out of Butch's arms. He was secured by his uncle and passed to his blond uncle who hesitated before taking him. Boomer's grip on him was awkward and it made Blossom anxious that he would be dropped. Coal apparently didn't like how he was being held and squirmed more. Brick was about to take him when Mojo got up from his recliner and walked over to Boomer. The last thing anyone expected for him to do was hold his hands out toward him.

When Boomer made no move to hand over his nephew, despite his less than secure hold on him. Mojo took Coal from him and cradled him in his more capable arms. Coal's red eyes turned to his ape of a grandfather and widened in surprise. He'd seen Mojo before, but never this close. His wrinkled green skin was surrounded by spiky black hair that had streaks of grey around his mouth and near his temples. Coal stared in silent curiosity at Mojo. He saw him once before, but he wasn't this close. He reached up wanting to feel the spiky back fur. When he couldn't reach the fur above him, Coal's eyes dropped down and he saw the spiky fur beside him. Reaching out, he closed his hand around a tuff and found he liked the texture. Cooing to himself, the miniature Rowdy Ruff boy began to entertain himself by pulling at the fur on Mojo's arm.

All the while, the boys and Blossom were shocked into silence by Mojo's actions. This was the first time Mojo had ever held his grandson. Boomer walked over to Butch and whispered low enough for Mojo to not hear him. "Are you seeing this?

"Shh!" Blossom hissed as she reached for her phone and took a picture. The sound of the shutter drew Mojo's attention and he scowled. "Sorry, you just never…"

"It's not a big deal." Mojo tried to brush off the feeling of embarrassment.

Brick scoffed and smiled at Blossom. "It's a Christmas miracle actually."

Mojo's scowl only deepened before catching the bizarre looks that Boomer and Butch were giving him. "Idiots. All three of you are idiots. I regret to say I hope you inherited your mother's intelligence."

The compliment in Blossom's favor was unexpected enough that the boys were stunned silent again. Blossom looked to Brick and the look of affronted shock and couldn't help laughing at his expression. Upon hearing his mommy, Coal turned his attention to her letting a smile spread across his face. Then he surprised everyone by letting out a peal of laughter that was light and innocent. Everyone turned to see him let out his first belly laugh. Blossom's laughter stopped as she turned to her son in Mojo's arms joining her in merriment.

Blossom leaned her cheek against Brick as he tightened his arm around her. About a year ago, it seemed like they were in this position of contentment and happiness. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. For the sake of their small family unit, Brick hoped that was the case. He couldn't think of what he'd do if something happened now.

As Brick was lost in his thoughts about what could befall his family, Butch stared on in jealousy. His first Christmas as a married man and he was spending it away from his wife. The thought was more depressing than he could bear. While everyone was enthralled with Mojo's heart growing three sizes and Coal's first laugh, he stole away to the kitchen and cut himself a large slice of the chocolate peanut butter banana cake he'd been denied twice over before now. When he started up the stairs Boomer called out to him.

"Hey, what about the rest of the presents?" Boomer asked as he held a green box marked for Butch.

Butch looked to his father, other brothers, and sister-in-law before shrugging. "I just wanted to see the munchkin with his gifts." He then made his way upstairs and put a door between himself and everyone else.

Below Blossom and Brick shared a look before watching Coal return to his attention to Mojo's black fur. "What do we do about them?"

"Stay out of their way." Brick said while placing a kiss on Blossom's temple.

Blossom hummed as she leaned into Brick and watched Mojo try to pass off Coal to his uncle. Apparently, the small Ruff had made a mess of himself and needed a diaper change, and he seemed to be proud of himself for it. The smell of whatever Coal did, was just reaching his parents when they both called "not it" to change him. When Mojo shook his head, Boomer's face crumbled with dismay at the malodorous task he was saddled with.

Buttercup had no idea why she was standing at the base of the volcano tower. Actually, that was a lie. She knew why, she just didn't like that she to. In fact, she wouldn't even be there if it weren't for Butch. Christmas had come and gone and as they crept into the new year, she was adamant about not being away from him any longer. Hence why she was there. Taking a deep breath, she began walking up the steps of the tower rather than fly. The green puff needed the time to get her thoughts in order before she confronted her husband.

From up in the tower, Butch saw on Mojo's monitor that Buttercup was coming up. It took nearly a month, but she was finally caving. However, he wasn't going to give in to her so easily. Standing up from the couch, he started making his way up the stairs. "Tell her I'm taking a nap." He told Mojo who was watching him from his adjacent seat from where Butch previously was.

"You're going to leave her to me?" Mojo asked wondering what his second son could be thinking. Neither party like each other, and he had no doubt it would end in an argument.

"If Buttercup is as serious as she thinks she is about me coming back, then she's going to have to buck the fuck up and apologize." He left it at that before going to his room and locking to door. It wouldn't stop her if she really wanted to come in, but it would at least tell her she wasn't exactly welcome at the moment.

Mojo didn't have much to say. He agreed with his son, but he also didn't want to left alone to deal with his wife. Seeing as he wouldn't exactly have a choice, Mojo waited with his nerves on edge as he watched Buttercup make her way up to his front door. When she got to the top, he watched and she stood there contemplating her next action. She raised and dropped her fist to knock twice before gathering her will. It was a rapid succession of three knocks. Mojo waited a beat, before rising and going to answer the door. The door slid open, Buttercup was momentarily confused before she glanced down and noticed Mojo.

As expected her face twisted into a scowl and she groaned. "I know he's here. I saw his truck down below."

"He's not going to speak to you," Mojo informed her as he moved aside to allow her entry.

"Yeah? Well, no one asked you." She retorted as she headed directly for the stairs.

Mojo closed the door and folded his arms as he faced Buttercup. "What exactly is your problem?"

"You have to ask?"

"Yes, because you are currently the only one making this process difficult." Mojo snapped at her, surprising himself with how sudden his anger had come. Apparently, he wasn't as chaffed as he thought. "So what I wasn't supportive of this…bullshit when it first started. Why should I have been? You girls were at the very core of years of loss and torment."

Buttercup spun on the stairs and marched down to get in Mojo's face. "You used us, remember?! Used our fucking powers to 'make the world a better place'? It was your fucking planet of the apes idea! Your fucking decision to be a villain wanting attention like some goddamn spoiled child. You did that to yourself, Mojo Jojo!"

The animalistic snarl that came over Mojo's face bared his sharp teeth at her before he could contain himself. Remembering that he wanted her to apologize, he reeled himself back in. Barely. "Fair enough, but who were the ones that killed my boys? Blew them up before my very eyes simply by getting kissed by you three little girls? I would ask if you knew what that was like, to watch as someone you loved got destroyed, but you do know, don't you? What was that poor creature's name again? Bun—ny!"

Buttercup had lifted Mojo by the scruff under his chin and slammed him against the metal door. "Don't you ever think you can say her name so casually!" She hissed at him.

Having been thrown around by the Power Puff Girls before, Mojo was unafraid as he glared back into glowing jade green eyes. "It's been what, thirteen years since then and you're still feeling pain over it, aren't you? Well, my pain was the same."

"What the hell are you doing?" Butch yelled from the top of the stairs.

Buttercup let go of Mojo and turned to see Butch jump over the banister. He managed to land gently on the floor, before storming over to her. She let Mojo go, causing him to slump to the floor and braced herself for whatever Butch might do. Putting a hand on her shoulder and forcibly moved her out of his way as he checked on Mojo. Seeing that his father was fine for the most part, he spun on Buttercup with blazing eyes. "Butch," she started only for him to cut her off by raising his hand up.

"Are you out of your mind?" He dropped his hand and made a gesture of disbelief. "He's got a bad heart and you're jerking him around like that? That's my dad."

Buttercup didn't have much of anything to say before she looked away from him. "This was a fucking bogus idea." She started to make for the door when Butch's fingers caught her arm and held her in place. "Get your hand off me."

"What in the hell did you come here for?" Butch asked, only to have her roughly shake his hand away. "Huh? Was it to try to convince me to come back to your house? If it was, how in the hell is manhandling my old man going to convince me."

Buttercup folded her arms and glared up at her husband. "You and Brick were holding a fucking bet over him blowing his stack at that dinner. You didn't think he could do it either. Why? Because you knew the monkey couldn't help himself."

"I was just teasing, and he knew that. I was also willing to give him a chance because I saw how worried he was about us." Butch yelled at her.

"Are you saying I wasn't worried about you? You waited until the last fucking minute to tell me about that dumbass idea you and your brothers were cooking up Butch! You did the same fucking thing on prom. I could've helped you. You know I wanted to." She screamed at him.

"And I told you why you couldn't, you stubborn warmongering bitch!"

Buttercup's eye twitched before she threw her fist toward Butch. He caught it before pushing her back from him. Buttercup charged at him again, harder than before. Butch matched her force, and the collision rocked the house.

Behind him, Mojo pressed a button to open the door and then quickly moved out the way. "Take it outside." There was no way his house was going to withstand a fight between them. It barely stood a chance when the boys fought.

Butch complied by reaching for the waist of Buttercup's pants and collar of her shirt and flinging Buttercup through the open door. When he flew after her, she met him head-on and within seconds blows were being passed. Butch was blocking all of her strikes while giving none of his own. That only served to make Buttercup madder and she fought harder. Despite the anger showing on Butch's face, he held a tight grip on his restraint. He just blocked and used her own force against her. "Fight back!" she screamed throwing a roundhouse kick his way. Her leg was caught while the other came to wrap around his neck and threw him to the ground below. Butch landed rougher than he meant and created a human-sized crater that Mojo would no doubt have to pay to have filled in. Turning back to his wife as she dropped down, making her own crater, she charged at him and shoved him hard. "Fight back!"

"You really don't want me to Buttercup." He said while he was blocking more of her strikes. If he were to put all his strength into fighting her as she wanted, he was sure to hurt her.

Buttercup managed to fake out Butch and threw a nasty left hook, that had his teeth cutting his cheek inside his mouth. "Don't I?"

Butch spat out a large mouthful of blood before running the back of one hand over his mouth. He then reached back with the other and grabbed Buttercup by the front of her shirt. He pulled her down just as he was swung his head around and headbutted her. The sound was like rocks colliding and crashing into each other. Butch's tight grip on Buttercup's sports hoodie was the only thing that kept her somewhat upright as her legs gave out beneath her. He stood up straight and looked down dispassionately at his wife as stars danced before her eyes. He shook her once to try to get her to focus on him. "I'm a lot stronger than you, Toots. Don't forget it."

"Fu-fuc—Screw you, Butch." Buttercup moaned painfully as her head fell back.

Taking pity on her, he released her shirt and wrapped an arm around her waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder. He flew back up to the tower and unceremoniously dropped her on the couch. Buttercup groaned and tried to take a swing at him, but her equilibrium was still off. The force of her swing paired with her imbalance threw her from the couch onto the floor. She landed in a heap while Butch walked away to grab his phone. He'd call the professor to come get her and make sure she didn't have a major concussion. As he was telling the professor about his daughter, he was grabbing one of Mojo's ice packs for her.

When he returned to the living room, Buttercup was still on the floor, but she'd pulled herself up into a sitting position. Butch dropped the ice pack on her head as it was reclined back on the cushions. "The professor is coming to get you."

"I want a rematch," Buttercup said as she brought her hand up to hold the ice pack to her head.

Butch rose a brow at her and raised his middle finger to her. "Fine. If you can tell me how many fingers I'm holding up."

Buttercup narrowed her eyes both in focus and aggravation. She then raised her own middle fingers at him. "Two. I think."

"You think? I scrambled your noodle worse than I thought." Butch said as he sat beside her and propped his feet on the large ottoman. "We're not going to fight about not fighting, Buttercup." Butch proceeded to reach for the remote and turn the television on.

Buttercup closed her eyes and moaned low in her throat. "I want a…rematch."

"No." Butch's tone was adamant. He turned her way and saw her eyes close, before reaching over and gently tapped her cheek. Her eyes popped open and he held her chin in his hand. "Stay awake. You have a concussion."

Buttercup pulled her chin from Butch and nearly fell over again. "Give me…a rematch."

"No. Now, sit there like the good little Powder Fluff you are and wait for Daddy to come and get you."

His patronizing tone made Buttercup scowl, but she remained silent knowing she would get what she wanted. At least for today. They sat in silence as they waited for the professor to come. When he did, Butch helped a protesting Buttercup to the professor's car and watched them go. She kept going on about the rematch and how he didn't hit her that hard. However, the bruise on her forehead said otherwise.

"A headbutt did that?" The professor asked, before turning his scientific yet disapproving fatherly eyes on him. "How hard did you hit her?"

Butch didn't like the look he was receiving from the professor. It made him feel like…an experiment. His father-in-law was a scientist, so he wouldn't put it past him. That didn't mean he liked being on the receiving end of his scientific experimentation. Being prison toilet born and supernaturally resurrected was enough. "I'm pretty sure she has a concussion."

"A concussion!"

"She wanted me to fight back."

"So you headbutted my daughter? Your wife?" The professor was now in full father mode as he scowled at his son-in-law. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking she was literally asking for it. It's not my fault she couldn't take it." Butch defended.

The professor's scowled deepened, showing he wasn't impressed. "Actually it is, since she's the one with a concussion right now." With that said, the professor took Buttercup home and Butch returned to the tower. Hopefully, Buttercup took days to heal and come to her senses.

Apparently Butch was asking for too much. Not two days later was Buttercup back at the tower and demanding Butch give her a real fight.

"You're not even fully healed," Butch said from his place on his bed while reading a mechanics magazine. The yellowing of the bruise on her forehead was just barely noticeable from underneath her bangs.

"You headbutted me." Buttercup snapped. "That's hardly worth getting a fat head over."

"You had a mild concussion from a said headbutt." Butch snapped at her before giving up on reading. He threw his magazine to the side and sat up. "Besides this, my not wanting to fight you because I'd kick your ass, is not what we're fighting about. You need to get over yourself. You're not the only person on this fucking planet that cares about me."

"I never said I was!"

"No, but you just think Mojo doesn't." Butch sighed and ran a hand over his head, mussing up the dark locks from the faux hawk he sported. "You don't know him like I do."

"And you don't know him like I do." Buttercup retorted, her voice rising.

This was going nowhere; had been going nowhere for weeks now. When Buttercup was being this stubborn, there wasn't much that could sway her into doing what she didn't want to do. Currently, that undesirable task was seeing Mojo as more than a supervillain. He understood better than anyone that the girls had a certain history with their dad. Hell, they were part of said history on a few occasions, but it's been years. The boys had changed. The girls changed. Even Mojo was changing. So why Butch wondered. Why she was so determined not to see him as anything else. Her behavior wasn't entirely unfamiliar. It reminded him of when they were still unsure of themselves.

Glancing back at her with a scrutinizing look, he watched as she folded her arms across her chest. Fists clenched tight. Her whole body was clenched tight. Everything about her body position was screaming insecurity. The wanting to fight him at his full strength. The adamance that no one cared about him more than she possibly could. The anger at him for not telling her about H.I.M on prom night. About not allowing her to go with them to H.I.M's collapsed realm. About him being so accepting of Mojo's wanting to help despite the not wanting to help with anything before then. However, she didn't see the concern that Mojo had when they woke up. Didn't see how Mojo embraced them all; embraced Brick. Staring at Buttercup now, Butch saw what was really going on and he felt his anger with her twist on itself and skyrocket through the roof.

Standing up from his place on his bed, he stepped toward Buttercup and towered over her petite, but stronger than expected frame. "Do you really want to fight me?"

There was something about Butch's voice that made the very hairs on Buttercup's neck stand on end. The burning look in his eyes spelled danger and she couldn't tell if she should be afraid or…something else. "Yes."

"Monster Isle. Think you can keep up?" Butch challenged as he walked around her, stuffing his feet into some random sneakers by the door of his room. Buttercup was right on his heels as he left the suddenly too-small space of his room.

The noise of their descent grabbed Mojo's attention from his place in the kitchen. In the process of making a sandwich, he was just slapping bread on top of his meal when he saw the green-themed couple leave the house. As Butch was leaving, Mojo caught the look of unadulterated violence on his face and felt a sliver of worry for Buttercup. The girls might not believe it, but his boys had grown considerably stronger over the years. He saw the bruise he'd left on her forehead the other day and knew that to be just a prelude to worst. True, Buttercup managed to break his jaw the year before, but no one could say the girls weren't strong in their own right. Still, even on their worst day, the boys were more than a match for them. Despite not being deserving of his concern, Mojo hoped Butch didn't hurt Buttercup too much. He loved that girl too much to really hurt her, but she could tell she'd pushed him close if not clean over the edge.

Buttercup and Butch took to the air and flew across Townsville toward the coast. From there the two of them flew over the ocean toward Monster Isle. Their signature green streaks, one jade, the other emerald, like their eyes colored the sky. Butch was leading the way, but not because Buttercup didn't know where she was going but because Butch was truly moving faster than she was. It was all Buttercup could do to stay right on his tail.

In what felt like no time at all, the tips of the mountains that made up Monster Isle was coming into view. Buttercup just barely registered their peaks for what they were when Butch turned on his back and glared back at her. "I hope you know what you're in for Buttercup!" he yelled to be heard over the wind whipping around them.

There was something about Butch that was worrying, but Buttercup wouldn't allow him to know that. She'd wanted this. She wanted him to fight her with all his might. When she beat him, it would prove that she was capable of being helpful to him. Capable of protecting him if need be. Like she could have time and time again. "Don't be too upset when I kick your ass again!" It was pure bravado, but Butch didn't need to know that.

When the Isle became fully visible, Butch slowed just enough for Buttercup to pass him. No sooner had she done so, Butch grabbed a hold of her ankle and begun to spin. Each rotation built momentum. When Butch let go of Buttercup, she flew through the air faster than she could control herself. Butch didn't allow her the chance as he was upon her using her momentum against her as he threw the first punch. It caught her in the chest throwing her closer to the Isle and was followed by another in the back that sent her hurtling to the ground below. She crashed through trees and rock as she upturned the flora around her in her messy descent. Digging a hand into the earth, she managed to slow herself enough eventually into a stop.

The Green Puff took all of one breath before the pressure around her changed. Within a blink of an eye, the empty space before her was filled with Butch and then there was impact. He'd brought his fist down and caught her in the face. Following the force of the strike, Butch met her from the opposite direction with a knee to her chin. Just as she was coming upright he used the heel of his hand to strike her in the chest, sending her through the tropical trees again and making an unnatural clearing.

Buttercup crashed into a nest of monsters who protested loudly at her intrusion. She sniffed and found herself coughing as blood found its way down her throat. Turning to her side she continued to cough to clear her lungs. Red speckled the foliage that made up the nest she was in. Once her airways were clear, she pushed herself into a standing position, wobbling a bit before standing straight. Swiping the back of her arm over her face, she ignored it when it came back red. "Son of a bitch. Want to get rough? Let's get rough."

Yelling out, she charged back the way she came. Buttercup met Butch a quarter of the way back and was going for the offensive. Her first punch missed as Butch sidestepped her. Buttercup felt his arms go around her waist and her feet left the ground as he lifted and threw them backward. Seeing his intention, she used the inertia of the move to catch herself on her hands and backflip out of his hold. While Butch was still falling, Buttercup took the chance to throw a kick to his face. Butch caught it her foot and twisted hard enough to throw her into a fallen tree trunk. Catching her in the stomach, the air was knocked out of her, but she sucked in a quick breath and turned to face her husband again. Buttercup barely reacted in time to block another punch intended for her face. When he went for her stomach with his free fist, she once again just managed to block him when he threw a kick and sent her through the truck and falling into a murky puddle that by scent alone made her question what it was.

"Had enough, Toots?" Butch taunted, speaking for the first time since they got to the Isle.

Buttercup looked up at him from her pathetic position and found herself hating the very sight of him at that moment. Unlike her, he wasn't breathing heavy or appeared to be breaking a sweat. The only sign that he'd been in an altercation was his mussed-up hair and dirt-stained clothes. Buttercup's blood boiled and whatever apprehension she had before now was lost in a haze of blind fury. Screaming, threw herself at him. Butch caught her and tried to throw her, but she was prepared this time. She caught his collar and used his momentum against him. Tucking into a roll, Butch was like a cannonball through the jungle, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He stopped then he threw his feet out and planted them in front of him to stop his progress. When he spun around to look for Buttercup, she was a few paces away from him. That gave him just enough time for him to brace for whatever she was about to do. However, she surprised him by going low and then uppercutting him with her fist. When she was coming down, she bunched her muscles pounced on him. As they were going down, Buttercup threw punch after punch to his face. Even when they hit the ground she didn't stop her wild swings, continuing to pummel his face, creating her own bruises on his skin.

Suddenly she was being pulled back and crashing hard into the ground. Somehow, Butch had contorted himself and wrapped his ankles around her neck. After pulling her down, he quickly maneuvered into a position that put him on top of her. He threw his own punches and struck hard enough he knew Buttercup would see stars. His wife then threw he hands up to block and came up to crack her head against his in a headbutt of her own. It wasn't nearly as impressive as the one Butch gave her but a few days ago, but it got him to stop his assault on her face if only for a moment.

"You're not going to beat me!" She screamed at him. "You never could then and certainly not now!" On lower standings with only their hands and knees to give them any leverage, Buttercup threw her leg over Butch. Once she was straddling him, she returned to her wild swings with no real strategy other than to hurt him more.

Butch bucked his hips upward and threw Buttercup over his head. She landed face first and managed to roll over onto her back just in time for Butch to bring his elbow down onto her stomach. She gave a solid punch to his nose, drawing her first blood, only to receive a full-frontal punch in return. Once again she was choking on her own blood and turned her face to clear her breathing pathways. "You're not going to win this one, Buttercup."

Rolling out from under Butch, she managed to throw a leg and kick him in the face. After spitting out more blood, Butch stood up on his knees and took hold of both Buttercup's ankles. He flipped her onto her back and dragged her down. When her pegs were on either side of him, he punched her once and then threw his other arm down across her neck. Then he started to apply pressure.

As expected, Buttercup's airways were blocked, and breathing was made difficult. The blood clogging her nose wasn't helping matters, and with Butch putting all his weight on her there wasn't much mobility. She could only grasp at his sides and push at his shoulders. Without air, her strength wasn't what it could be and all she could do was stare up into the blazing green stare of her husband. Her vision began to blur and when she blinked trying to clear her vision, she felt burning trails run down her cheeks and her breath hitched brokenly.

Above her, Butch's face softened but he didn't release his hold on her. "Not trying to be a dick to you right now, but I don't need you protecting me for the sake of your ego. You're the strongest of the Power Puff Girls. The toughest fighter. I know that. Anyone who's had the displeasure of fighting you in hand to hand knows that. However," he pressed just a bit harder on her neck making her gasp. "Don't forget who I am. I'm Butch of the Rowdy Ruff Boys. Your counterpart. The only one that can take you on and win. In short, I'm no weakling."

Buttercup didn't have anything to say. Even if she did, Butch's unrelenting pressure on her neck wouldn't have allowed her to speak. She couldn't turn her head either, so her eyes looked away from him while the tears fell in earnest.

Taking pity on her, now that he's proven his point, he removed his arm from her neck and pushed himself up on his hands on either side of him. His wife coughed and gasped as she sucked in lungfuls of air. When she garnered the courage to look up at him, she pushed him with all the strength she had. Butch allowed himself to be moved and gave her the space she desperately wanted. Butch sat back as she pulled herself into the fetal position and tried to quiet her cries. Out of all the girls, it was clear that Buttercup was the most fragile. At least emotionally.

Sighing, Butch's anger lessened after having fought out the worst of his frustrations. He leaned back on his hands and looked up. "This song and dance is getting old, Buttercup."

"Fuck…you."

Butch scoffed out a laugh and shook his head. "After a good fight, I could use a good fuck too, but I don't think you're in any position to oblige."

Buttercup sat up and threw the closest thing she could reach at her insensitive, idiot husband. It happened to be a rock, it shattered against his skin. It never happened before, and it just made Buttercup angrier that he truly had been holding back in all the time they'd reconnected. "You're a fucking asshole!"

"I'm actually not fucking anything right now, but I'm willing if you are." Butch retorted, some residual anger still lingering.

Buttercup crawled over to him and threw a punch at him. Butch simply grabbed her swing arm and used it to pull her over him and thrown onto her back. Buttercup reached for his neck and only to have her grip go to his collar. When she pulled the fabric ripped and bared the expanse of his broad chest to her. Butch rose a brow and returned the gesture in kind. His hand then went to her hair and he yanked hard enough to expose her neck to him. The faint red from where his arm laid was fading and Butch found the temptation to leave a heavier mark. Leaning over he placed a biting kiss on her neck.

What happened next was completely involuntary. The combination of pain and pleasure on a sensitive part of her neck made Buttercup moan and she reacted in kind. She reached for his dark head and pulled him back so she could reach his neck and went in for the kill. She bit his neck hard enough to bruise and drew a low rumbling growl from him. Reaching a hand down, she reached for his pants and broke his belt as she tugged in an effort to reach his now very hard cock. Her hand wrapped tight around him and she gave a few hard strokes.

Butch fell against her laying more of his weight on her and groaned heavily against her neck. "So we're playing this game now, huh?" His hand went the hem of her leggings and slipped his hand beneath the fabric. He cupped her once over her panties before pulling them aside and going for her damp center.

Buttercup moaned under his ministrations squeezed him just a bit too hard on her neck stroke.

"Careful, that's attached," Butch murmured against her neck where he continued to place hickey after hickey. His own fingers having stroked the outside of her pussy gave into temptation and sunk into her. He found her wet and clamping tightly to him. "Not too fast now." No sooner had he stroked her on the inside, was he pulling his fingers out and using them to tear her bottoms off. Abandoning her neck, he left a trail of hot licks and bites down her skin until he reached his goal. He wasted no time burying his face between her thighs.

All Buttercup could do was hold onto him as he devoured her for all she was worth. There was nothing slow and gently about his tongue lashing against her more delicate parts. It was deep, forceful, almost punishing, and she couldn't find the energy to care. Her body was overwrought with sensation having gone from pain to pleasure in such a brief period of time. She could feel Butch's tongue as he alternated between lapping at her clit and sinking it in her. She could feel her body becoming a mess as she reacted to him. When her body began to tense from the building of a climax, Butch pulled back and placed a soothing kiss to her inner thigh that was so out of place with its comparative gentleness. Still reeling from the speed at which this one-eighty occurred, Buttercup barely noticed as Butch come to hover over her, his hard bare flesh pressing against the outside of her own that was quivering and wet.

"Do you want this?" He asked, teasing her and himself with back-and-forth strokes over her. "Like this?"

To answer his question, she reached up and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. Much like everything else that was happening, it was violent, primal with the tangling of their tongues and biting of each other's lips. She moved to wrap her leg around his hip when his hand came and pushed her knee to the ground. The action left her splayed open beneath him and wanting. "Answer me first."

A spark of anger returned to Buttercup as Butch held her at his mercy. She wanted to just shove him onto his back and take what she needed too badly, but she could still feel the level of strength he was using against her. The only way she was going to get what she wanted at this moment was to vocally answer him. With that knowledge in mind, Buttercup licked her bloodied lips and whispered, "Yes. I want this."

Butch thrust hard and fast into her, stealing her breath away. He only gave her but moment to realize that the pace he was going to set would be the one he set. Against the jungle ground of the Isle Butch fucked his wife. He'd pull out almost completely before slamming back in. Each time he did, Buttercup would cry out in pleasure and her nails dug just a little deeper into his back until the skin broke. Butch was no silent partner in this. His effort was heard in the sounds of his grunts and growls that rang out into the wild. Any creature that could hear them wisely gave the copulating couple the privacy and space they needed.

Not too long after they started Buttercup's orgasm could no longer be held back and she practically screamed as it came over her. Her tightly strung body relaxed as the long-sought-after pleasure washed over her. Butch thankfully wasn't so far gone that he forgot to pull out. His semen spilled on Buttercup's thighs and the dirt ground between them. Despite having just come, Butch was nowhere near ready to stop. His cock was still semi-hard and he knew that a single touch would return him to full mast. Glancing at Buttercup, he took in the display she was. Her clothes were torn. Her skin was mottled with a combination of bruises and violent love bites. She was covered in blood—his and her own—and mud. Debris was tangled in her dark raven hair. Her chest, with her breasts miraculously still covered, was rising and falling in deep heaving breaths. The rest of her body was boneless. Buttercup looked equal parts like she lost a fight and was well fucked. The green ruff boy knew he looked no different aside from a few less bruises.

With no touch needed to stir him up again, Butch pulled her up from the ground and onto his lap. Standing up on legs surer than they should've been, he walked them over a boulder and braced Buttercup against it. Leaning in, he kissed her at the same time as sinking into her sensitive body. She moaned in a combination of pleasure and slight discomfort as he started their intimate battle all over again. He wasn't as rough as before, but he was forceful enough to pull short gasps from her lips. Neither said a time when their second orgasm came, Butch pulled out like the first time and painting her skin with his climax. This cycle kept going with all sense of time escaping them.

Hours. Butch and Buttercup had been gone for hours with not a word from either of them. The professor called Mojo to ask where his daughter was. Mojo revealed that he had about to call him with the same inquiry but in regards to his son. That led them both calling toe remaining Ruffs and Puffs to see where their siblings were. When neither of the four could provide an answer, their parents began to worry.

Brick reassured them that their missing children were fine, despite not knowing for a fact. However, he knew his brother and had a vague idea of where they might be. After making sure Blossom was fine to watch Coal for a few hours, he called Boomer and asked that they meet to go check out Monster Isle.

"You really think they'd be on the Isle?" Boomer asked as they flew to their favorite recreational fight site.

Brick gave a weird shrug. "It's a hunch at best. Besides you felt that weird surge earlier."

Together the two of them came upon the Isle and looked around for where their brother and his wife might be. Hearing tremors to the southside of the landmass, they flew in that direction for landing a little way away. The tremors were louder and had a strange rhythmic quality to them. Their super hearing just barely picked up the grunts and yells of effort being passed between them. Boomer was about to start walking in the general direction when Brick grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "What?"

"Be quiet." Brick had a sinking suspicious of what was happening and didn't want to get caught if he was right. Floating over the ground, he moved forward slowly.

Behind him, Boomer did the same until they came upon a break in the trees and rock that allowed them to peer into the small clearing. The sight before them had Boomer's face flooding with red and Brick's eyes widened. Even though what he saw was what he expected, it was still strangely unexpected. Against a boulder that had clearly been through a few rounds were Butch and Buttercup naked as they come. The bruises, blood, and…other fluids weren't to be missed, but neither was the look of pleasure on their faces. Butch was putting all his worth into the hard and driving thrusts of his hips into Buttercup's body. With Buttercup's leg hitched over his hip and the angle from which Brick and Boomer were hiding, more than enough was visible.

Silently, Brick floated backward, tugging a frozen Boomer along with him. When he felt it was safe enough for them to not be caught, he turned to his brother with a very serious expression. "I didn't see anything. You didn't see anything. We say nothing about this to anyone."

"What about the girls?"

"We especially aren't saying anything to them." Brick ordered in a stern tone of voice. "Besides we might not have to. One look at them when they get back will say it all."

Boomer couldn't argue with that as he and Brick returned to the mainland. While they were flying, Boomer was lost in thought for a long time before asking a question he was sure to regret. "How backed up do you think Butch was to have gone that long and leave that much of a mess behind?"

As he had been trying to banish the crude image of Buttercup's nether parts being pounded by his brother, Brick groaned as he involuntarily thought about Boomer's question. "Too long for it to—ugh! Not going to say it. That's a different level of gross I don't want to think about!"

Hey, my lovelies.

The events of this chapter were a long time coming-no pun intended. I hope you don't hate Butch too much after this. I know while writing it, I was having mixed feelings about what was going on. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it. More to come.

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