Butch whistled as he fixed dinner for himself and Buttercup. Blossom watched him, moving around him to cook stir fry for Brick and soup for Boomer. She tried not to frown when she belatedly realized the blue Ruff hadn't mentioned anything about feeding Bubbles. He better not be planning to starve her. She must have been staring at the knife in her hand for too long, because Butch cleared his throat, drawing her attention to him.
"I shouldn't need to warn you what would happen if you acted on whatever crazy scheme you were brewing just then right?" She huffed, but nodded. She wasn't stupid after all. The girls had barely begun healing from the constant Antidote X abuse. They all knew the ball wasn't in their court.
"I know. But where are you keeping Buttercup? Why is she still in chains?!" Her questions came out as a hiss. Butch paused, turning to look at her. Blossom was a vision in her own right. Not for the first time, he wondered what it would be like having the two volatile sisters serving him together. That could get interesting in a whole host of ways...But Brick would never go for it, and I'd ultimately be too preoccupied with Butterbutt to give Blossom the attention she deserves... He grinned at her, moving to collect the tray of food.
"I have a feeling if I told you now you'd try to rescue her, which would end my fun. And your's and Blue's, since you'd probably have to join her as punishment. I doubt you'd enjoy it as much as she is though." Blossom drew herself to her full height, marching toward him to poke him in the chest. Her eyes sparked in fury, her words biting.
"Listen here you plebeian. Buttercup is not some toy to be used in whatever twisted game you've come up with. And I will end you personally if I find out your depravity has caused her harm." She pulled back when Brick shouted for her, never taking her eyes from his.
"Remember that, Butch Jojo. Brick will slip up eventually." She left it at that, stomping back into the living room. Butch grinned, his mind dissolving further into the gutter as he brushed off her idle threats. Brick would make sure she stayed in line. Just as he would test the limits of Buttercup's restraints.
Buttercup turned in the direction of the door opening. The smell of food washed over her as Butch drew closer. Her stomach rumbled eagerly, reminding her that she hadn't had a proper meal since before the abduction. Even as her mouth watered, her eyebrows drew down in a frown. No way was Butch just gonna feed her.
He opened the cage, stopping right in front of her. He moved to take off the blindfold, eager to see those dangerous lime green eyes. She didn't disappoint, her gaze spitting fire even as they squinted until she adjusted to the light of the room. Her eyes darted around her before settling on him. His breath caught in his throat. She looked even more beautiful than he'd imagined, looking at him like he was the dirt under her feet.
"So you're feeding me? I guess even an ass has manners." He smirked, making no move to release her. Instead, he walked around her, laying the food tray on the ground in front of her. He lifted a sandwich in one hand, and caressed her cheek in the other.
"Is that any way to talk to the hand that feeds you? It seems I need to teach you some manners." His eyes sparkled in mischief as hers turned colder in apprehension. Her mouth watered further in response to the food so close to her. But she stayed where she was. Butch grinned. This was why he loved Buttercup. She never wasted his time with pointless things. And she knew him so well. He bit into the sandwich before pulling her forward and feeding her mouth to mouth. She didn't bother struggling, knowing she needed the nutrients.
"Good girl. Who knew you could be so well behaved?" He fed her the rest of the sandwhich this way, licking down the column of her neck when she'd eaten it all. He was already concocting a fun way to feed her from now on. He moved away from her, ignoring her slightly labored breathing. He released the shackles around her wrists from the walls. Buttercup couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her at the feeling. Her arms cried in relief, even at the extra weight of the shackles. But her stance once again went rigid as Butch stalked around her. He stopped right behind her, whispering in her ear.
"Do you want some more?" Buttercup gulped. She definitely did, but his tone was dangerous.
"What are you playing at?" He pouted at her words, moving back towards the food tray.
"Why do you assume I'm anything more than a gentleman?" He picked up the whipped cream, moving to stand before her again.
"I'm just making sure you have a balanced meal. You've been good, so you deserve some dessert." Buttercup shifted her weight as he opened the top. His long fingers scooped out some of the delicacy, and she only now realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"What're you..." Her words caught in her throat as he spread the whipped cream in a blurred line from his chest to his stomach. She gulped, unable to tear her gaze away. Butch grinned, knowing she was still hungry. A trade off to their powers was increased metabolism, meaning an increased appetite. Coupling that with the fact the girls had no doubt been starved while in the clutches of the slave traders, and even Buttercup would struggle to pass up this opportunity.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. He shoved one finger into her mouth, letting her taste what she'd been missing. Buttercup moaned at the creamy goodness, sucking his finger clean. But she didn't move any further. Butch groaned at her stubborness, pulling her flush against him. Buttercup squirmed, her mouth opening no doubt to let him have it. Instead, he pushed her head down so it collided with his chest. Since her mouth was open, she got a face full of whipped cream. When her tongue rubbed against his skin, Butch didn't bother hiding the shiver that ran through him. Buttercup, on the other hand, was struggling with an internal debate. She really wanted some more whipped cream, but she didn't want to lick it from her tormentor's body. No way. No way! She pulled her head back, but Butch was done teasing her for tonight. He cradled her face in his hands, licking the whipped cream from it as she squirmed and sputtered. It was erotic in every sense, and he was being too gentle.
It was the rare moments where he was gentle with her that would leave her confused. But now wasn't the time to contemplate what Butch really thought of her.
"Butch, stop! This is so gross!" He grinned and pulled the top part of her dress down so he could lavish attention on her ample chest. Buttercup jolted, the food tray long forgotten.
"Butch." It was the breathy moan of his name that made him pause. He pulled back to look at his green eyed goddess, surprised at just how her saying his name like that affected him. Her eyes were half closed and glazing over in lust, and her face was flushed. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, and her knees were pinched together. For the first time she looked vulnerable, and it took everything in him not to bend her over the bed and take her then and there.
"I think that's enough for tonight, sweetheart." He fed her the rest of the food normally. When she finished, he pulled one of his shirts from the tray and dressed her in it. When she was decently covered, he reached underneath it to rip her old dress further so it slipped to the ground.
"You look better in my clothes." It was a predatory, possessive grin he flashed her, but she simply turned away from him, still blushing furiously. He grabbed the tray, letting her be. She'd satisfied him enough for now, after all.
"I'll see you tomorrow Butterbabe. Blossom sends her regards." The mention of her sister was like a bucket of cold water dowsing her. She turned back toward the cell bars, her expression pinched.
"Wait, Butch!" But he was already gone. Buttercup sank to the floor, her head in her hands. How could she forget to ask about her sisters?