Chapter Nine


Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Cursing, Mental Illness Traits, Hallucinations, Homelessness, Sex, and Sex.


Pinky sighed as he gathered up wood for his fire. Now that he had slept in Brain's bed, he was beginning to realize that sleeping under a bridge wasn't great at all. It was cold, noisy, and lonely. He piled the twigs and branches together and gathered some kindling. He rolled a stick quickly, creating the friction needed to start a flame.

The fire sparked to life, and Pinky huddled close. He missed Brain already. He hummed longingly as he thought of how intimate it had gotten the previous night. And then it was so comfortable being surrounded by the smell of Brain in that bed. Then there was breakfast… and then…

Pinky choked on a sob as he prodded at the wood, making sure the fire stayed lively. Did he do something wrong? Brain was being so nice to him before the plan thingy failed. Did I mess up the plan thingy, maybe? Brain was in a lot of emotional pain, that much Pinky could tell.

As Pinky wondered about what he did wrong, he got up to get a cardboard box he saw by the bridge. He could maybe use it as a blanket. Did it freak him out that I saw things? Was I maybe not so great in the sheets? Pinky let his mind flood with negatives. The logical part of him knew none of those things were true, but he wasn't great with logic when he felt bad.

He dragged the cardboard back to the fire, set it aside, and went back to warming himself up. He hates you, just like everyone else.

Just then, Pinky heard the crunching of a few leaves. He looked up quickly and stood at attention. He didn't have his knife or Brain's gun. Pinky gulped at the idea of being beaten.

The person stepped out from behind a tree… B-Brain?!

Pinky froze for a moment. How long had he been there?

Brain approached slowly with his hands up. "Uh, hi there… Pinky." He lowered his arms in favor of hugging himself. He felt awkward and inadequate. "I, uh…"

Pinky backed up. He was really uncertain about what was happening. He wasn't frightened of Brain; he was just confused. "Brain? Why are you here? How did you find me? Poit." He hates you, and now he knows you're a homeless rat!

Brain walked over to the fire and looked Pinky in his eyes. He took a deep breath. "I uh, came to apologize. Pinky, I-I'm so sorry."

Pinky's body relaxed a little. He came all the way here… to say sorry… Pinky shrugged. "Apologize? For what?" He was the one who made Brain so upset. He should be the one apologizing for upsetting someone who had been so wonderful to him.

"For what? Pinky, I yelled at you and shoved you while you had sore ribs. That's what I'm apologizing for."

Pinky's mouth hung open in shock. "B-b-Brain… I'm the one who should say sorry! I made you sad and mad!"

"Pinky, you didn't do that at all. I was upset that my plan failed, and I took it out on you."

It went silent, and all that could be heard was the burning of the fire. After what felt like an eternity, Pinky spoke. "You're really sorry? You didn't mean to hurt me?" A bit of that tricky logic had pulled through in Pinky's mind, and he understood that Brain should be saying sorry.

"Yes, Pinky. I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you. I-I…" Brain breathed a shaky breath as he fought back tears. His voice became wobbly as he talked and cried at the same time. "Pinky? Do you live here?" This man who was so sweet to him, who was eager to help, and with who he shared intimate moments, was sleeping under a bridge.

Pinky shuffled his feet. He couldn't really lie, could he? It was sort of obvious. "Yes. I live here. Well, I sleep here at least."

More silence.

Pinky sat down. "Sit with me, Brain."

Brain sat down. "Pinky, why didn't you say something? If I had known you were homeless, I would've let you stay with me."

Pinky kept his gaze on the flames. "I was scared you'd not like me."

"Why would you think that?"

Pinky scooted a little closer to the fire. It was an exceptionally chilly night. He sighed. He may as well just be completely honest. "There's… a voice in my head that tells me things like that. It's really hard to ignore it."

Brain also got closer to the fire. Voice? "Pinky, do you mean that you hear voices?"

"Yeah." Pinky was still uncomfortably cold. He cautiously slid over to Brain's side.

Brain saw the movement and met Pinky halfway. When their shoulders touched, Brain wrapped an arm around Pinky. "You need help, Pinky." He was quick to fix the statement. "Not that you're broken or something! You have a pretty serious illness in your head. But, I imagine that you can't really receive help." It was hard to get mental health help in this town with money. It would be impossible for someone who had little to none.

Pinky frowned. "I'm crazy, aren't I?" It was said no louder than a whisper. It was something he'd known for a long time. His parents knew it, the orphanage knew it, the loud voice knew it, and now Brain knew it.

The hold around Pinky tightened. "You're not crazy, Pinky. There's nothing wrong with having a mental illness. Lots of people them."

"Like who?"

Brain swallowed his pride and decided to tell Pinky another thing that only the social worker knew. "I have mental illnesses. Remember how I told you I had anxiety? I… also have manic depression. Manic depression that may be showing symptoms very soon. I only have a few days left of medication, and I won't be able to get more." Brain shivered, both from the cold and at the idea of losing even more control.

It made Pinky feel a lot better when Brain opened up with him. If someone as lovely as Brain had a mental illness, then it couldn't have been a horrible quality. Just something someone happened to have. He was curious, though. "Brain, what's manic depression? Poit."

Brain smiled. Now that he had said it, it felt freeing to just be able to talk about it. "It's a mood disorder characterized by episodes of depression and episodes of mania." Brain could tell that some of that went over Pinky's head and explained further. "The episodes of depression make a person very sad. Sometimes so sad that you can't get out of bed or take care of yourself. Mania is… frightening. When you have a manic episode, you feel unstoppable and so full of energy. But it's not a normal amount of energy. The last time I had a manic episode, I thought I had succeeded in ruling the world."

Pinky snuggled deeper into Brain. "That sounds like it would be exhausting. Does the medicine make it go away?"

"Most of it helps. A lot."

Pinky felt a sadness in his heart. Brain only had a few days left of medicine, and he said he wasn't going to be able to get more. "Brain, when you run out of medicine, what'll happen?"

"I don't know. But I'm scared."

Pinky shifted so he could look Brain in the eyes. If Brain could accept that Pinky heard and saw things, Pinky would accept whatever symptoms may pop up from the shorter of the two. "When you run out, It'll be okay. I'll be there to make sure you're okay. I promise." Pinky giggled lightheartedly and wiggled his pinky finger. "I Pinky promise."

Brain was almost at a loss for words. If Pinky was going to be there for him… "Does this mean that you accept my apology?"

Pinky hugged Brain close, moving the shorter man into his lap so he could envelop him in as much warmness as possible. "Yes. I accept your apology. Narf!" Pinky sniffled, which surprised him. He felt tears drip down his face. When did I start crying?

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's warmth.

Eventually, they ended up lying on their backs out from under the bridge. They giggled with each other as they looked at the sky.

...

"And there's where the big dipper would be if there wasn't so much air pollution." Brain pointed up at the sky. "Then there's where the little dipper should be."

"Naaarrf! I wish I could see 'em. Compilations sound pretty."

Brain chuckled. "Constellations. And yeah, they are." Brain thought briefly of Pinky's eyes. They kind of reminded him of stars. A gust of wind blew through, making Brain shiver. He sat up. "It's a bit cold. And late. We should head back to my place."

Pinky sat up with wide, hopeful eyes. He'd get to sleep in a bed again! And be warm! "Okay, Brain."

They headed for Brain's apartment hand in hand, sharing stories and general conversation.

When they were just a few blocks away from the apartment complex, Pinky stopped them with a gasp. "Brain! I almost forgot!"

"Forgot what?" Brain was a little worried that they'd have to walk all the way back to the bridge. He was tired from running around all day.

Pinky stepped back from Brain and held his hands up. "Okay, okay." He cleared his throat. "Brain. Is your refrigerator running?"

Brain raised a brow. "Well, yes. It is. Why?"

Pinky held a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. This was a good one. "Well, you better go catch it!" Pinky couldn't hold it in and burst out with laughter strong enough to have him doubled over. As the laughing died down and he caught his breath, he looked up at Brain. He wasn't laughing. Maybe he didn't get it? Pinky smiled. He'd just explain it. "You get it, Brain? I asked if your refrigerator was running and said you should catch it… as if it was actually running like we do!" He giggled but got a quick hold of it. Brain still wasn't laughing.

Brain felt something strong brewing inside of him. God, he loved Pinky's laughter. He loved his eyes, his kindness, his quirks… Without giving it another thought, Brain grabbed Pinky and brought him down into a kiss. It wasn't a lustful kiss, either. It was soft and gentle.

Pinky's eyes went wide before slowly shutting as he accepted the kiss. Brain was being really gentle with it. It made his stomach feel as if fireworks were being set off.

Though it felt like a lifetime, the kiss was broken after around thirty seconds. Brain looked Pinky in his beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Let's uh, get back to heading home, huh?" He released Pinky, and they were walking again.

Brain… kissed me. But not like before. Kissed me, kissed me. Like, a REAL kiss. A kiss-kiss. Pinky was short-circuiting on the inside while his face sported a goofy smile. He let Brain lead him along, not having the thinking ability to keep track of anything anymore.

They made it back to the apartment, and they both reveled in the warmth of its walls. Brain removed his jacket and went to put his gun away. When he came back, he waved Pinky over. "Let's go ahead and get clean."

The shower water warmed to perfection, and they stepped inside.

Pinky hummed. "Ooh, the water's perfect."

Brain agreed. "Yes, it is." He looked Pinky over, admiring everything about him. His legs told a story with each scar. He was thin but had lean muscle. And he couldn't ignore the hair. That bold, short-layered pink hair. "You're perfect." Brain clamped a hand over his mouth. What a cliché thing to say!

But, Pinky loved cliché. He blushed and rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "Oh, Brain. You're making me feel gushy."

Brain grabbed Pinky's hand and rubbed his thumb over knuckles. "Let's go ahead and finish up."

The way Brain said that made Pinky feel fluttery, and he couldn't place why. "Okay."

They finished washing up and dried off. They made their way to the bed. Brain sat cross-legged on the bed with a weird feeling in his gut. It wasn't a bad feeling, quite the opposite.

Pinky sat on the bed and cocked his head. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like something magical was happening. He grabbed Brain's chin with his thumb and index finger and tilted it up so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Brain…."

"Pinky…" Brain felt overwhelmed with whatever emotion he was feeling and moved up to kiss Pinky. It was like the kiss from earlier. Soft and gentle, but more passionate.

Pinky shivered into the kiss, and his arms brought Brain closer. The kiss broke, and Pinky breathed out. "Brain?" He closed his eyes as he felt lips on his neck. It was electric.

Brain gently pushed Pinky onto his back as he peppered kisses all the way down to his chest. He sat up straight and felt the rush of blood heading down into his groin. He stared at Pinky, admiring his physique. He was beautiful.

Pinky felt his own groin spark up as Brain eyed him. He wanted him. He needed him. This was different from the other night, though. It was foreign and intense. It was romantic and delicate. Pinky grabbed Brain's hand and brought it down to his chest. "Brain? Touch me." He didn't care if it sounded needy.

Brain leaned in to whisper into Pinky's ear. "I want to be inside. How does that sound?" He desired so deeply to be as close with Pinky as possible. It was a different desire from his lustful attraction to the taller man.

Pinky liked that idea quite a bit. "Yes. I want that, Brain."

Brain reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant from the drawer. He had it on hand after touching himself a few days ago. He figured it would add to the sensation, and it had. Now, he was especially glad he had it.

Pinky felt his whole body heat up at the sight of the bottle. Every second that passed from here on out was a second closer to when Brain would be inside him.

Brain lubed up his fingers and swung one of Pinky's legs over his shoulder so he could have access to what he needed. Brain looked up at Pinky. He wanted to watch Pinky's reaction to having his fingers inside him. He started with just one, slipping it inside rather easily.

Pinky moaned softly. It was nice, but it wasn't enough. He didn't request the process be sped up, though. He wanted whatever was happening between him and Brain to last as long as possible.

Brain's groin responded to Pinky's moan. God, he wanted Pinky. Brain went ahead and slipped in a second finger and whined needily at the sound that came from Pinky. His sounds drove Brain crazy. A third finger went in. Another moan from Pinky. A fourth finger.

"Brain… I'm really t-trying to be patient. B-but, I think I'm a-at my limit." He panted and tried to control his breathing, but he was so incredibly aroused.

Brain removed his fingers, and Pinky whined at the empty feeling, but he knew what was next and was excited.

Brain lubed himself up, groaning at the sensation of his hand pumping his length. He removed his hand and looked at Pinky. "Okay, Pinky. I'm gonna go ahead. I'm pretty near my limit, as well."

"Okay, Brain. Go ahead. Please~."

Brain pushed himself inside slowly, struggling to control his urge to start thrusting in and out. Once he was fully inside, he moaned loudly. It felt so, so good. "P-pinky? How do you feel? Can I keep going?"

Pinky's voice was high and whiney. "Oh, yes, Brain! Yes, yes, yes!"

Brain backed out and then pumped back in. It was slow at first, but when he saw the look on Pinky's face that was there, he knew he could go for it. He started moving in and out at a comfortable pace. His eyes were glued to Pinky. His faces were incredibly erotic. "Oh, Pinky. You're…" Brain took a shaky breath. … "You're so gorgeous."

"Braaiiin. It feels good. Really, really good." It was making him delirious. He wanted more. Pinky grabbed his own length and started moving in time with Brain's thrusts. "Aaaaaaaaaa….mmmmmmmmmm"

Brain had to slow down for a second to avoid cumming so soon. "Pinky! G-gaaah… you're driving me wild!"

Brain pumped in and out, and Pinky moaned and moaned, which caused Brain to groan and groan. The pace quickened, and so did their breathing. It quickened more. Building and building….

"Aah! Mmmm… b-b-braaaaaiiin… I can't anymore! I can't!" He was so, so close.

Brain growled under his breath. He loved when Pinky said his name. And he was going to make him repeat it, again and again. Brain pulled back and slammed into Pinky, making certain he hit his prostate.

Pinky's eyes widened. Oh lord. "AAAhhhhhh…. Oh, oh, oh oooooooh! B-Brain! Braaaaaaiiiiin!" He was at his limit. "Brraaaaaaaiiiiiiinn! Oh, Brain! Brain, Brain Braaaaaiiiiin!" He came harder than he ever had before. Harder than the other night. Something about this session was different. It was special. He spilled onto himself, decorating his abs and chest with ropes.

Brain shoved in once more, unable to stand the screaming of his name and the sight of Pinky spilling onto himself. When he came, it was so intense… he was unable to make much sound. "Ah…ahhhh." Brain's mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide open. He spilled and spilled into Pinky until there was absolutely nothing. He collapsed on top of Pinky, breathing and desperate for consistent air. Once he calmed down, he pushed himself up and panicked. "Pinky! What's wrong?!" He was crying.

Pinky's mind was flooded with endorphins and happy thoughts. Brain didn't judge him or call him names. He was nice to him, and when he wasn't, he apologized. Pinky had lacked receiving kindness for so long; It made him want to hold onto it forever. He reached up and cupped one of Brain's cheeks. "Brain. I love you."

Brain relaxed when he realized Pinky hadn't been hurt somehow. But… Did Pinky really just say that? He loves me? Already? "Pinky, I-"

Pinky rubbed a thumb over Brain's cheek, whipping away a tear. "Yes, Brain?"

Brain was shocked when he felt his own tears gliding down his face. He had never been so vulnerable with someone before. Had never trusted someone so much before. Had never wanted someone to be around him so much…. Maybe it was foolish to feel this so soon, but Brain didn't care. There were no rules about falling in love. "I love you, too."