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Life had been good for Pinky and The Brain. It had for the past year or so, as it had been that length of time since the two mice finally managed to take over the world. They had married and started a life for themselves---a charmed life at that. It was everything Brain had ever wanted and this time there was no catch. They lived in luxury and were finally given respect. No more cages. No more harsh experiments or old expired cheese (even if Pinky had a fondness for it) Now they had a huge castle covering the land they had called home. ACME Labs was no more and served as more of an archive of past projects that had all eventually led to this point.
They were the kings of this new world. Well, Pinky had adopted 'Queen' because he really wanted to be known as Queen Pinky. It had a nice ring to it, he'd said. Brain was fine with that. Pinky would have anything his big heart desired. He glanced at the gold band on his finger affectionately.
Pinky .
Brain would have to admit quietly to himself that having the world had not been his ultimate prize. It had come before they had even claimed the world. Who would have thought one fateful night, baring his soul to his best and only friend would lead to a wholly fulfilling new relationship and that would give him more motivation and inspiration than ever to finally conceive a plan that achieved his destiny? He was a highly egocentric mouse, but Brain could not be so self-minded that he'd keep himself from accrediting this win to Pinky. He could not have done any of this without his support. Without his…love.
He grinned.
Where was that hyperactive ball of energy when he was feeling so sentimental? Brain wondered as he looked around the large chamber that housed their thrones.
The chairs were comfy. They were small enough that they didn't need two but Brain was a traditionalist. He spent a lot of time here just thinking when there was no business to conduct. It was nice to have time to do just that while his partner had numerous things to keep him entertained.
But now he wanted to see him, and perhaps do something about some of these feelings.
He hopped off of his satin cushion and landed onto a platform beside the arm of his chair that served as an elevator—his own innovation. It lowered him to the ground.
He could have sent a servant to go fetch Pinky for him. But he preferred to go find him himself.
Brain did enjoy all the attention but sometimes did crave alone time with his mate without all the eyes on them. He adjusted his large crown and dusted off his tunic before moving forward. He had to order a few people to leave him be as went on his way and began pondering where Pinky could possibly be.
After searching so many of his favorite spots—the cheese room. The pool. The pool that was identical to the first pool but filled daily with mashed potatoes. The jello room. The bounce house sector, which Brain seldom visited—there was still no sign of Pinky. He could spend hours doing this, so he headed off to the guard tower to check surveillance to find the path he was last headed. He contemplated putting a tracker on that mouse. They were royalty now. He couldn’t just go disappearing on him. It made him anxious.
Not that this was so new. It was hard enough keeping track of him when their home was just a lab..
Wait. The lab! That’s it! He pressed a view buttons and sure enough saw Pinky heading into the archives. What in the world was he doing?
He’d find out soon enough…
It’s been a while since he’d been here, he mused.
“Pinky?” He called loudly as he made his way through the doors. He heard some commotion and followed the sound, along with the familiar beckoning of “Over here, Brain!” Brain scaled some shelving and found Pinky standing amongst a display of old inventions. As he huffed, he placed fists on his hips. “Pinky. What are you doing here? You forced me to come and find you.”
His scolding fell on deaf ears as Pinky rather talk about his discoveries. More accurately rediscoveries. “Look. It’s all our old stuff! Narf!” He raised his arms, his animated motions making his crown tilt. Brain stayed silent and watched as he went on. He ran over to a device, “Like this one that didn’t work!” Another, “and this one that definitely didn’t work! Zort!” He went to the far left, nearly tripping over his skirt from over-excitement but found his balance “and this one that worked so well—until it didn’t!” Pinky had a laugh and clasped his hands together, “Oh! What fun memories! We had such great times”
“Yes. Well, I’m glad you feel so nostalgic about all of my past failures.” He crossed his arms, “I personally find myself regretting the choice to keep all of them. They only serve as a reminder of how much of a loser I was.”
Pinky gasped, crossing two fingers to form an X and pressed them against Brain’s mouth, “Bad words!” He definitely disapproved of any mention of deprecation. “My Brain never is or was a loser! They were all such very smart plans!” He gave his large head a hug and nuzzled him, nearly causing his crown to fall off. “My smart, smart-smarty, clever, love-love—” He began babbling loving nonsense.
Brain found it overstimulating and pushed at his face. “Pinky.” He urged him to let up on the smothering. As much as Brain welcomed his touch post relationship, Pinky still had his moments where he overdid it. But that aside, a part of him did appreciate him being supportive even if it was for something that no longer mattered. He had the world now. He just wished it hadn’t taken so long. “Your reinforcement is valued, if a bit dramatized…but you cannot deny the many flaws in execution of said schemes…”
“We went boom a lot.” Pinky snorted, hunching his shoulders.
“That we did, my dear…” Brain responded with resentment.
“You should be proud of all those past adventures! I mean, sure, a lot of them really didn’t turn out, and probably made you feel like you spent sooo many hours and days and nights on something that turned out to be a total waste.” Pinky saw Brain’s frown and glare deepen, so he squished his cheeks—which didn’t stop it, but made his face look so chubby and cute! “But every last plan led us here! You worked so hard and never gave up! Troz! I always knew you would win one day!” His hands moved from his face and locked behind Brain’s neck. Pinky noticed Brain’s features soften and smiled, “You worked harder than any other mouse in the entire world, but I think my favorite part of all of those plans was all the time I got to spend with you. Poit”
That made it click for Brain. He saw all of these machines as gateways into happy memories. Adventures. Time spent together to grow and understand one another—though he’d admit there were some things about Pinky he’d never understand. It was during the course of all these plans that they, even if unbeknownst to Brain at the time, had fallen in love…
He was feeling it again..
“Pinky…Enough of this. You’re making me unnecessarily sentimental..” Brain commented.
“I think you liiike iiiit…” Pinky sang, and he wasn’t wrong.
Brain prepared himself for a kiss. The taller mouse was giving him an inviting stare he was all too familiar with. Brain leaned in, hoping Pinky would do the same, but at the last moment something else seemed to catch his eye. He heard him shout ecstatically, “It’s this one! Oh. You do remember this one, don’t you Brain?!” and the opportunity was gone.
Brain spun dizzily as Pinky practically ran through him, enthralled with yet another one of his inventions. It left Brain confused, wondering what had just happened, and annoyed that something had distracted his husband from a much desired moment of intimacy. Endearing reasoning or not, he wanted to be the center of his attention, not his creations. “Pinky. We do have other things to do today. I didn’t come here to reminisce my past work.”
Pinky turned with a curious smile, “Why did you come?”
The question surprised him. He felt unprepared for it, even if he did readily have the answer.
“Well..” Brain suddenly became shy, hands behind his back and hopping up on his toes. He felt a little embarrassed to say that he sought out Pinky because he was feeling particularly amorous and craved his affections. It was a natural thing, and not an uncommon practice for them, but he supposed there may always be a small part of him that struggled with open vulnerability. Old habits do die hard, as they say.
He had taken too long to properly answer, so Pinky's attention was back on the machine in front of him. Brain took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around him. Pinky placed his hands over Brain's and got giggly from the contact. This would suffice for now.
“Hmm…" Brain pondered, now properly looking ahead at the tube like chamber before them and examined it. Well constructed. Smooth finish. Several panels and internal levers, clearly meant to be activated once inside. He felt a surge of scientific intrigue. However, it did not look familiar to him. He couldn’t for the life of him recall building it or even what plan it was connected to. Though, he could tell it certainly looked like something he would build. Why else would it be here? "I wonder why I don't seem to remember this one…"
Pinky leaned back “Must be your mind going!”
Brain squinted at him disapprovingly, “...and yours just never arrived.” It did still bother him that he couldn’t place it, but he chalked it up to the fact that he’d made just so many years worth of inventions. Perhaps he’d locate his books later on if the curiosity got too great. For now, he’d settle for asking Pinky. “Okay. Fine. I’ll humor you. What was so special about this invention that has you so enamored..?”
Pinky stepped away, eager to give his explanation. He turned and pointed at various different parts of the contraption before them. “Well, its a tube. And its a really pretty color and its got squiggly bits—he made a snake-like motion with his arm—“And we obviously used it to do something take-overy!”
At that moment, he was sure Pinky had no idea either. He was just being typical Pinky. It was as comforting as it was disappointing. “Ooh, well that definitely clears things up…” Brain said sarcastically with false optimism.
The taller mouse went over to it, and palmed the sides, “It’s so smooooth—Pinky must have grazed a button because the clear door slid open instantly and he faceplanted inside with a shout. He peeled himself off the surface and sat up. Shaking his head quickly, he placed his fallen crown back onto his head and peered upwards at the circular light illuminating the machine, “Naaarf…”
It caught Brain by surprise. Did this thing still have power? He had a feeling of foreboding wash over him. “Pinky! Get out of there at once! You have no idea what that thing does!” The prospect worried him because he didn’t either..
Pinky appeared to be less concerned. “It's okay, Brain! Zort! If it’s in here, that probably means it doesn’t work, right?”
It was the probably that Brain didn’t like..
Pinky got to his feet and spread his arms as he took in the new space. His eyes scanned every last inch. “It’s so roomy in here.” He paused and backed up as a thought came to him. He gave Brain a look. “Plenty of room for twoooo. Poit.” Pinky bit his lower lip, thinking he was being very clever. But Brain didn’t seem to be going for it. “Come on, Brain. Don’t you want to kiss me in the science tube? It can be our own little tube of love!”
“No. I don’t.”
“I knooow you came in here for a smooch.” Pinky said with a knowing gaze, tilting his head.
Brain froze.
Then reacted.
“Wha–No. The reason is completely unrelat—I didn’t—” Brain hung his head, giving in and then asked sheepishly, “...What gave me away?” Pinky’s answer was a grin, and Brain didn’t wait for more. He’d been caught. He folded his arms, unable to stop his reddened cheeks. Marriage hadn’t stopped that from happening, apparently. “Well…even if I did, there is no way I am kissing you in there.”
Pinky put a finger to his chin “If you c’mere, I’ll do more than just kiss…” There was a coaxing, promising tone to his voice.
Brain short circuited when the words left Pinky’s mouth, for the thoughts that they had conjured up. His glare tightened out of a feeble attempt to hang onto his resolve. His mind was screaming that they shouldn’t—it was dangerous—but the other part of him knew how interested he was by the suggestion. Brain was very easily seduced by him, something that over time had become impossible to hide, and though Pinky was dim as ever, he still picked up on it so quickly.
“Braaaain…” Pinky begged, laying down in a seductive manner, and for effect even hiked up his skirt to expose his thigh. “Oh, no. I seem to have fallen over in a compromised position! Zort!”
Brain wanted to roll his eyes at his attempt to garner his interest. It was predictable and obvious, and let's not forget even before their relationship had begun, he was very used to seeing him without clothing. It should hardly affect him.
Even so, it did elicit a response from him.
These days they wore garments more often than not. They were expected to portray a certain image. They were rulers, after all. Fancy garb came with the territory, and he mostly enjoyed it. The crowns, the clothing that beared proof of his importance. But…he would admit at moments when he was feeling lustful, it did tend to get in the way and made him eager to remove it..
“Pinky, you are indecent..” He commented, before entering the contraption he’d created some time ago (apparently) He lowered himself to the other mouse’s level, giving in just a little. Brain did still argue about their location, but Pinky in turn tried convincing him how meaningful it would be to make love where everything began—in their old lab, surrounded by history and him reminding him that today was the anniversary of their takeover—which he already knew—was pretty effective. It had him giving the kiss he’d initially asked for, and Pinky was happily receptive.
He slowly pulled away, tempted to lure him elsewhere to continue, but decided he wanted to kiss him at least once more.
And maybe a few more times.
Pinky was holding him there, so he may as well. Without letting go, Pinky sat up and pressed more firmly against him, widening his mouth for a deeper kiss and Brain didn’t refuse. Their tongues mingled and he took in the delicious taste that was Pinky and it made him go in for more. These were sensations he’d experienced many times before but Pinky’s kiss just had a quality that stirred up his obsessive nature. Pinky surely knew it, too, with how he purposely dragged it out of him. His hands were on his cheeks, pulling Brain as close as possible and he kept his hands at Pinky’s waist, on the verge of climbing on top of him. When their lips parted momentarily for air, Pinky exhaled a breathy laugh as he gazed at him. “...Oooh…you really did want to smooch…” He stroked Brain’s chin with a finger.
Brain was too filled with desire to feel embarrassed or try to hide this fact. It was true, and honestly it was a bit of an understatement. He gave him a tiny grin “...I believe we are far past that point…”
“Brain’s pondering naaaughty…” Pinky teased with amusement and Brain kissed him into silence which told him it was true. The taller mouse grinned wide against his mouth. He reached up to massage his ears in a way he knew he loved. Brain made an approving sound and laid Pinky flat, a more passionate claim on his lips, and Pinky’s fingers moved from his ears to Brain’s crown, ready to lift it off his head. He had to open his eyes to do this properly, but the second he did, he closed them again. He noticed just how bright that circular light was. Too bright, actually. He decided that wasn’t very romantic.
“Brai—” He said, muffled by the other’s mouth. Pinky placed hands on his shoulders and gave a little shake. Brain pulled back and his brow raised with confusion. “Wait. I want to set the mood.”
The confusion did not clear up from his reply. Brain had finally conceded to his whims and agreed to his request. He was clearly ready and very aroused and now Pinky was deciding that they didn’t have the proper atmosphere…? “The… mood? Pinky, I’m fairly certain the mood has already been set.” He glanced around briefly at their current location, “...which is still surprising.”
“Just let me get the lights! Poit! I’ll be super duper quick! ” Pinky said and Brain wanted to argue but Pinky was giving him another kiss; an apology for the interruption and a promise that he would be back in a jif.
Brain huffed but allowed it. The sooner he did, the sooner he would again have him, “Fine.” He said, “But do it quickly or I may reconsider..” He was bluffing, but hopefully it would give him incentive. He sat there with crossed arms on his knees and proceeded to wait.
Then, his brain seemed to come back to him.
He blinked a few times. “Wait…Get the lights?” His head whipped around quickly and he was on all fours when his eyes finally located Pinky, “Pinky. How are you going—?”
Pinky was jittery, eager to get back to Brain as soon as possible. But this was a special time on a special day. It had to have a nice ambience to it. The light had to go. At least a little “Now, let’s see…Narf! One of these has got to dim that awful glare…This one—Hmm…maybe this one—-No, this one! Perhaps it’s this giant lever here” Pinky pressed multiple buttons several times, switched dials but nothing worked. He did notice changes in the light. It was flashing now. To him, that must mean he was getting somewhere. He just needed the right combination. He played around some more, “Come now, Mr. Machine. Tell me your secrets!”
“Pinky! Pinky!” Brain had cried out in desperation, but to Pinky, he’d just assumed he was getting impatient and not at all that he was concerned about the things he was touching.
“Jus’sa second, love! I’ve almost got it!” Pinky told him as he jumped up to grab the big lever and it took all of his body weight and some wriggling around to pull it down.
The lights went out.
Both of them were surprised.
“Well, I only wanted to dim them but I guess this works…” Pinky said, considering it a victory.
At least for a few seconds.
He barely lifted a foot to return back over to Brain when the lights decided to come back on.If he thought it was bright before, now it was ten times more intense, accompanied by a sound that the two mice knew couldn’t be a good sign. Whatever was about to happen, it most assuredly wouldn't be pleasant.