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Green, feline eyes opened to find no one else on the other side of the bed. HIM was disappointed. He thought that maybe this time the lovely dream he’d been having would be real.
Lately, HIM had been plagued by an odd feeling, a feeling of desire for love. Never in a million years did he think he’d end up here, daydreaming about romance. It was sickening! He was better than that! HIM was the ultimate evil, the cruelest of cruel. He had always prided himself on never succumbing to what he considered weak, human emotions, such as love.
So why does that seem to be all I think about now? HIM was constantly contemplating love, or rather the lack of it in his life. He had nobody, he had realized one day, nobody to talk to, nobody to hold. The only people he had to love right now was his and Mojo Jojo’s three sons, Brick, Boomer, and Butch.
When the boys had first been created, HIM and Mojo had seen them as tools to use to defeat the Powerpuff Girls. But after noticing how despondent and angry the boys were becoming, something inside of HIM felt guilty. It kept him up at night and haunted him.
After that, he decided to try to be a better parent to the boys. One morning, the boys had woken up to a delicious breakfast on the table and both Mojo and HIM were seated, waiting for them.
“Uh, what’s all this?” Brick had been the first one to speak. “Well honey, your father and I have been thinking that we need to spend more time together as a family. Isn’t that right Mojo?” HIM said, casting an expectant look at him.
“That is correct, we did indeed discuss this.” Mojo rolled his eyes from behind his newspaper. He was only there because HIM had insisted (more like demanded) that he be present at breakfast that morning.
“Whatever. Let’s just eat, I’m hungry.” Butch retorted, and the boys awkwardly took their seats. During the meal, they periodically threw questioning glances at each other, wondering what the actual fuck was going on. Boomer was secretly very happy that his parents seemed to be making more of an effort to connect with them and anticipated what else was going to change.
Over the next few months, HIM had become much more affectionate and caring with the boys (or as caring as a demon was capable of). He cooked for them every day, he took them to the park, just normal parent things. Even Mojo was coming around, allowing the boys to help him with his model ships and taking them to his observatory once a week.
Eventually, Brick, Boomer, and Butch had started opening up to their parents. HIM was the only one who knew that Brick liked to have his hair brushed every morning and every night. He knew that Boomer was insecure about his intelligence and hated when his brothers called him stupid. Butch was quickly becoming interested in photography, so HIM got Butch an extremely expensive, top of the line camera.
It was this kind of attentiveness, this kind of interaction that HIM had been craving for a while. He wanted someone to know everything about him and his interests. He wanted somebody to spoil him. He wanted someone to care for him, to love him.
“This is getting ridiculous. Look at me! I’m the ultimate evil and here I am mooning about like some foolish mortal.” He ranted to himself while putting his makeup on. “Get a grip on yourself HIM. You have an Underworld to rule and Powerpuff brats to destroy!” But he knew he was lying to himself. Thinking of schemes to destroy the girls was getting quite dull as of late. He had too much on his mind.
HIM finished his makeup and moved to his closet to find an outfit for the day. He rifled through his clothes with a bored expression. “No, no, out of season, too long, too shiny, ugh! I have nothing to wear!” A knock on his bedroom door snapped HIM out of his current crisis.
“Your Wickedness, may I come in?” One of his lesser demons inquired from outside. HIM rolled his feline like eyes. “Yes, if you must.” The demon opened the door and scurried into the room. He bowed deeply before HIM. “Mail for you, my most evil one.” The ruler of the Underworld grabbed the stack of envelopes and unenthusiastically began shuffling through them.
It was the same boring shit as usual. The boring, official Underworld documents, offers of courtship from lesser demons, etc. He considered setting the pile of garbage on fire until he saw it. A blood red envelope with his name written elegantly in gold calligraphy. This piqued his interest.
He opened the beautiful envelope as delicately as he could with his claws and began reading this strange new letter.
“Your Darkness? The other demons are awaiting your arrival as we do have a lot-“
“Tell them I’m busy. You’re dismissed Judas.” “But Your Majesty-“ HIM shot the demon a death glare. “Now Judas!”
Judas yelped, bowed again, and scrambled out of the room. “Ugh, good riddance.” HIM muttered. He picked up where he left off.
The letter was… something. He had no idea what to think of it. It said:
My dearest jewel,
I am not quite sure how to begin this letter, so I will just start by saying that I care for you so much. I love your your lilting voice, your gorgeous red skin, your beautiful face, your fiery personality.
It sounds ludicrous to have such strong feelings for someone I have not seen yet in person, but I simply cannot stop them. I have been watching you for a while, and I quite enjoy the view. It has been truly satisfying seeing you become such a wonderful parent. I only hope that one day, you will become my wonderful partner.
I know that you have felt lonely for quite some time, and while I would love to approach you now and give you everything you desire, now is not the right time for that. For now, I will have to content myself with sending you these letters and seeing you in my thoughts.
Speaking of that, I just envisioned you in the most stunning black dress, the short velvet one you have with the pink cuffs. I would love it if you wore that one for me today. I may not be able to see it on you up close, but I will certainly see it from afar.
You can expect another letter from me tomorrow, my love. But for now I must go. I truly hope reading this brought you joy.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
By the conclusion of the letter, HIM’s cheeks were flaming. He had no clue someone had been paying this close attention to him. How they did know about the black velvet dress with the pink tulle on the cuffs? The only one who knew details about his clothes was his tailor. Was it from him? He highly doubted it.
Also, what did they mean by ‘I’ll see it from afar’? Was this person following him? Had he encountered them before?
Well, this was certainly exciting! HIM was eagerly anticipating tomorrow’s letter. And at least he knew what to wear today.
❤️
The rest of the day was a blur. All HIM could think about was that note and the ‘secret admirer’. He thought about it during his morning meeting with the lesser demons, his weekly get together with the other Townsville villains, and even during his time with his precious sons.
“Mom, are you ok? You’re so quiet today.” Butch remarked during dinner that night. HIM was pulled back to the present moment.“What was that dear?” “He asked if you were ok.” Boomer responded.
“Oh of course darling! I’m just fine.” HIM replied, a little distant. The boys raised their eyebrows. They may not be the smartest kids, but they were observant enough to tell that something was up with both of their parents. HIM was just staring off into space and Mojo was looking everywhere but their mother. Both were not speaking a single word.
Dinner finished silently and the boys had their dessert and went slowly back to their room, a little concerned.
“What the heck was that all about?” Brick started. “Bro, I have no clue. Maybe they hit their heads or something.” Butch quipped. “I’m sure they’ll be back to normal tomorrow. Let’s go play that new video game we got today!” Boomer concluded. “Yeah!” The boys high-fived and flew back to their room, their curiosity now forgotten.
Now, it was only the two parents at the table. Mojo cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good day today Mojo?” HIM asked, trying and failing to relieve the heavy tension in the room.
“My day was fine, that is to say it was not good or bad, it was simply uneventful.” He replied in his standard verbose manner. HIM gave a small hum in response. A few more minutes passed by painfully. Mojo grabbed his newspaper and dismissed himself for the evening.
“Goodnight HIM.” He quickly walked out, not looking back. “Goodnight Mojo.” He replied to no one. That was strange, HIM thought to himself. Just yesterday we were talking about maybe reforming the Beat Alls and now he won’t even look at me. He shrugged. Maybe sudden mood swings were a chimp thing that he didn’t understand.
HIM walked back to his room to retire for the evening. As he drew the water for his luxurious evening bath and waited for Judas to return with his requested glass of red wine, he reflected on the events of the day.
It seemed that his wish for a lover might be in the process of coming true. He really wanted to know just who the secret admirer was, but the delayed gratification of waiting to learn their identity was so appealing to HIM.
Judas quickly entered the room and bowed. “Your wine, my liege.” He turned to go. “Oh Judas, before you go, I need my claws done.” HIM stated. “Of course Your Highness.”
As the lesser demon set to work sharpening and shining his claws, HIM sipped his wine and imagined his secret admirer was there with him instead.
❤️
The next morning, HIM awoke with higher spirits. He knew he had a letter from his secret admirer coming today and he couldn’t wait. He already reread yesterday’s letter a few hundred times before bed and he wondered what his admirer had in store for him.
He got up and sat at his vanity, applying his makeup with an almost dreamy look on his face. About 10 minutes had passed when he heard the telltale knock at his door and Judas’s familiar voice asking for permission to enter.
He eagerly ushered Judas inside and was about to snatch the envelopes in his hand, until he noticed the package tucked under the smaller demon’s arm.
“What is that Judas?” HIM questioned curiously. “The sender made it very clear that I was to give this gift to you alongside the letter.” Judas held up the familiar blood red envelope. He set both items on the vanity, bowed, and took his leave.
HIM was even more excited now. His admirer had upgraded to sending gifts now too? How else would this person surprise him? He decided to start with the letter, opening the envelope and beginning to read.
My crimson beauty,
I hope you slept well. I certainly did, as I spent all night dreaming of you. That nightgown you chose last night made you look ravishing, and I fully intend to remember how it hugs your breathtaking body. I was also pleased to see that you wore the dress I requested. You are absolutely stunning in anything you wear.
I also need to let you know that I have a present for you. I heard that you have quite the sweet tooth, so I got something almost as sweet as you. You can expect another gift tomorrow.
I have another request for you darling. I would love it if you wear something gold today. I think that gold compliments your complexion so well.
As always, I am thinking of you. I know that one day I can tell you all of this face to face. One day soon, you will wake up and I will be there, ready to worship you the way you deserve. Until tomorrow my dear.
I love you,
Your Secret Admirer
HIM was blushing heavily and feeling a little warm all of a sudden. This person had such a way with words! It made him happy to know that someone appreciated his fashion sense. He knew he had to open the package now.
After tearing open the box, he found a massive, heart shaped box of chocolates waiting for him. A small card tucked under the bow read, ‘For you, my sweet!’.
HIM popped one of the chocolates into his mouth and was taken aback by how delicious it was. Looks like this person enjoys the finer things in life, he thought. After having a few more pieces of chocolate, he immediately grabbed his jewelry box, searching for something gold.
❤️
“Ooh girl, who got you that?” Sedusa inquired from the throne like chair in HIM’s bedroom.
HIM wasn’t sure how long he and Sedusa had been friends now, but it had to have been at least a few years. They had connected when she bumped into him at the mall one day. They had complimented each others’ outfits and spent the rest of the day hanging out.
That day was so fun! He reminisced. They had gotten drunk and lamented about how much they hated the Powerpuff Girls and gossiped about the other villains.
Sedusa always came over once a week to gossip, browse the fashion magazines, and have what she called ‘girl talk’.
“I know you’re a guy but you’re so androgynous looking that it doesn’t really matter” she had joked.
Now, the two friends were lounging in HIM’s giant bedroom, gossiping and having a laugh together.
“Oh, this?” HIM gestured to the huge box of chocolates that was almost empty now. “My secret admirer bought it for me!” He said giddily.
“Secret admirer? Since when?” Sedusa gasped. “Since yesterday. You won’t believe what he writes to me. It’s so romantic.” He got up and retrieved the two letters to show to her. She quickly skimmed them over before giggling.
“Wow, whoever this is certainly has a crush! I’ve never had a man give me that many compliments in one exchange. Are you sure it’s a guy though hon? They usually don’t express themselves this well.”
“I’m quite certain they’re a man. I feel it in my gut. Plus, I’m sure everyone in Townsville knows that I’m gay.” HIM replied.
“You know what you should do? You should write back to them and ask them yourself!” Sedusa suggested.
“Write back to them?” HIM thought it over. He had been wondering about the identity of his admirer and had contemplated writing back. His trademark sinister smile crossed his face. “What a positively perfect idea!”
Dinner that night was just as silent and painful as the previous night. Mojo refused to look at or speak to HIM. After the boys left to get ready for bed, the two parents had the same awkward exchange from the night before and both quickly dismissed themselves.
“Ugh! What is his problem lately? What’s the point of coparenting when one parent suddenly refuses to acknowledge the other one?!” HIM ranted to his rubber duck Mr. Quackers during his evening bath.
“Ever since I started receiving these letters, Mojo’s been acting completely bizarre! Is he upset about it or something?”
Suddenly, a weird thought occurred to him. Is Mojo my secret admirer? “No, that’s impossible, I would have recognized his style of writing. He writes the same way he talks, long winded and never ending.”
As he settled off to sleep, HIM began to dream of his admirer and the day they would finally meet.
❤️
The third letter and gift arrived like clockwork. HIM had just finished brushing Brick’s hair when Judas dropped them off. He had the lesser demon escort his son out while he opened the letter and smiled.
My beautiful nymph,
I hope you had a most rejuvenating sleep. I dreamed of you again last night and I am certain you dreamed of me too. I am so glad to see you enjoyed your present! I knew you would love it, as chocolate is your favorite. I have picked something else I know you will adore, almost as much as I adore you.
You are probably wondering how I know all the things you like. Let me tell you, my nymph, I know everything about you. Your favorite color, your deepest secrets, your darkest desires, everything. I hope that you will learn more about me as our correspondence continues.
I sincerely hope that you are delighted by your present today, as I will be delighted by imagining you in it, as well as taking it off your sinful body.
My request for you today can be summed up in one word, lace. Seeing you in lace brings me to the brink of insanity, and I love that feeling.
I eagerly await seeing you in your gift and hope you will consider reaching out to me yourself. If the way you write is anything like the way you speak, then I know I am in for a treat.
As always, I live, breathe, and die for you,
Your Secret Admirer
HIM’s heart was beating at a million miles an hour as he reached for the accompanying package. He pulled a tiny, gorgeous, and completely see through black nightgown with matching underwear. He was suddenly very grateful that he had sent his young son out of the room. He wasn’t the best parent, but HIM knew that wasn’t appropriate for a six year old to see.
He knew he’d have to very careful about when he wore this. Boomer often came into his room at night due to nightmares, so he had to watch out.
However, HIM really wanted to wear his new gift tonight, and he was sure his admirer was expecting him to, and he didn’t want to let them down. Not after everything they had done for him.
He decided he would use his dream magic to ensure Boomer had a peaceful sleep and he would lock the door that evening.
HIM reread the last half of the letter and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Clearly, this person was becoming emboldened by their current success and had taken it up a notch. This was the first time his mystery writer had gotten sexual with him, and HIM was thoroughly enjoying it.
The rational side of his brain knew this ‘connection’ they had was moving pretty fast, but since when did HIM ever do things the conventional way?
He also decided that it was time to write back to this mystery person. He grabbed a extravagant looking quill, some blood red ink, and a piece of parchment (HIM liked the aesthetic of old fashioned stationary) and set to work.
To my secret admirer,
I’m not quite sure how I should start this, but I think a thank you is in order. I’ve really been savoring these little exchanges, as well as the thoughtful gifts! I haven’t had someone show me this much attention and affection in centuries. I’m already starting to fall for you and I haven’t even met you yet.
I have so much I want to say to you, but then we’d be here all day! For now, I want to know more about you. Are you a man? A woman? What should I call you? Have I met you before? Is there anything I can get for you in return? When will I finally get to meet you?
Oh my, I’m starting to get carried away. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I didn’t realize you have so much passion for me, it’s really quite flattering. Well, let me tell you, the feeling is definitely mutual. The suspense of waiting for your letters is so…arousing.
I think the most surprising part of this for me is my anticipation of your requests for me. If it were anyone else telling me what to do, they’d wish they were never born. But when it comes to you, I have no problem letting you… command me. I guess it feels kind of good to not be in control all the time.
I’ll end this letter by saying this: You’ve really touched my heart and I’m hoping you’ll be touching other parts of me very soon.
Love,
HIM
HIM read it over one time and took a deep breath. Was he really going to do this? He steeled himself, rolled up the parchment, and sealed it with a bow (and a kiss or two).
He sent the letter off, his magic ensuring that it would reach its intended target. And with that, he rushed to his closet to find something lacy.
❤️
He was sitting in his study, imagining his beloved when the letter arrived. The roll of parchment was tied with a blood red ribbon and emanated a seductive, alluring energy. He knew at once who it was from. The letter was regal and elegant, just like HIM.
He knew the object of his affections wouldn’t be able to resist writing back. However, his resistance was nonexistent when it came to HIM. The little spell put on the letter made it impossible for him to wait any longer.
He grabbed a pen and paper and immediately wrote HIM back.
❤️
His secret admirer’s response arrived that night after dinner. HIM was just pondering Mojo’s increasingly strange behavior while trying to settle a dispute between his three children.
“Brick always gets to choose the video game! He never lets us pick!” Boomer yelled.
“That’s not true idiot! You picked it yesterday!” Brick retorted.
“No I didn’t, Butch did. He snatched all the games away before I could pick one!”
“Oh boohoo, you big sissy! Always blaming me for everything.” Butch grumbled.
“Why don’t we all just settle down?” HIM suggested, trying to prevent his kids from killing each other.
“No! What I think we should do is get rid of Boomer and Butch. They suck!” Brick threw a nasty look at his brothers.
“Well, we hate you too! We’d rather have Fuzzy Lumpkins as a brother, right Boomer?”
HIM and Mojo exchanged smirks. There was a reason why Fuzzy was alone. Let’s just say he was a lot to deal with.
“Yeah! You know mom, you and dad need to go make us a new, better brother!” Boomer shouted.
The two villains nearly choked on their food. He knew Boomer didn’t mean it quite like that, but HIM was an adult with an adult mind. His cheeks pinked.
Clearly, he wasn’t the only one with his mind in the gutter, as Mojo turned red and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
The boys, completely unaware of the sexual connotation in the comment, sat confused for a minute then continued chowing down. They quietly agreed to let Boomer pick tonight’s video game.
Well, that’s settled… for now, HIM mused. The boys left to go play shortly after and Mojo left just as fast, still red as a tomato and looking everywhere but the demon.
HIM just sighed and placed his head between his claws. A lesser demon quickly entered and began clearing up the dishes. They placed a blood red envelope and package on the table, then left as suddenly as they came.
When he raised his head again, the two items immediately grabbed his attention. He smiled widely and promptly retreated to his bedroom. He opened the letter and nearly swooned.
My alluring siren,
I am so pleased to see that you have written me back and return my affections as well. The instant I received your letter, I knew I could not wait until tomorrow to respond.
That little charm you placed on it was highly effective. I am once again blown away by your magical prowess and intelligence.
To answer your first question for me, I am indeed a male. Your intuition was correct as always, my dear. Let Sedusa know the next time you see her. As for your second question, you may call me M. The answer to your third question? You have met me before, my beauty. How else would I know all these details about you? Also, you never need to repay me for these gifts. The only thing I yearn for is you. Your love and adoration. Your final question? All I can say is soon, beloved jewel.
I must admit, I am also surprised that you followed my requests so seamlessly, given your tendency to control all you do. However, I find this shift in you quite delectable. It makes me proud to know that I am the only one you will submit to. When we meet at last, I assure you, I plan to make you submit yourself to me.
Would you like to know how? Since you have behaved so well already, I will tell you. The night we meet, you and I will go on a real outing together. You will be treated to the finest luxuries I can provide, as you deserve nothing less than superior. After that, I will take you home and make love to you all night long.
I will kiss you all over your exquisite body until you beg me to kiss your beautiful lips, a request I will most happily oblige. I will run my hands across the entirety of your frame until you tremble with pleasure. I will hold you close and caress you and give you the release you so desperately want. That relinquishment of power, of control. You will have an opportunity to relax and be cherished, cared for, and loved.
After all, we both know that is what you really desire. Until that magical night, enjoy this offering I have for you and keep me in your thoughts, like you are in all of mine.
Pleasant dreams, my rarity,
M
Inside of the package was a large, extravagant diamond. It had to be at least 20 carats. Written on the card in calligraphy was: A gift as rare and priceless as you!
HIM felt like his brain was going into overdrive. He had a bit more information about his mystery man now, but he could barely process it due to how turned on he was.
Clearly M was the dominant type. HIM was used to letting everyone and everything know that he was in charge, but the power dynamic had now shifted. M had established this from the very first letter, from the daily requests to the implication that he would decide when they met.
HIM also knew it was time to carry out his own investigation into the identity of M. He figured either M was in his real name or he had used a random letter to throw off suspicion. He could eliminate all the women in Townsville, as M’s gender had now been revealed.
He was also pretty sure that he eliminate any superheroes or those who considered themselves good. M was clearly cool with the fact HIM was a villain. He’s got to be one of us, he surmised.
Excluding the female villains, he now had a promising list of suspects he could work off of. The Amoeba Boys? No way, they were too incompetent. They couldn’t even steal an orange, let alone a 20 carat diamond. The Gangreen Gang? A bunch of nobodies. M was so much more captivating and interesting. Lenny Baxter? No, he was obsessed with the Powerpuff Girls. Pervert. Fuzzy Lumpkins? Nah, too stupid.
Judging by his use of language and ability to learn private details about his target, HIM was certain that M was extremely intelligent. His thoughts drifted back to Mojo. He was one of the only ones who seemed to fit the criteria. He was intelligent, had a proclivity for domination (all of his world takeover plans confirmed this), and was capable of stealing highly valuable items.
That diamond was not cheap, and HIM knew it was extremely rare. Plus, Mojo had stolen jewels before. He certainly knew how to do it. He wasn’t sure what to make of this.
There were definitely aspects of Mojo that HIM found attractive, his brilliance being the main one. He thought a sharp mind was quite sexy, and he loved when others could challenge him cognitively. Another thing he liked about Mojo was his voice. He loved how deep it was. He would listen to him ramble all day just to hear that baritone.
Speaking of Mojo’s ramblings, sometimes HIM found them funny and thought it was cute when he would go off on a tangent. Additionally, his use and knowledge of English was impressive.
As for looks, he admired how strong Mojo was. Chimpanzees were renowned for their intense physical strength after all. HIM secretly thought it was hot.
Also, Mojo being M made sense for another reason. Back when the two villains first started their quest to become better parents to the Rowdyruff Boys, they had agreed to live together as a show of solidarity between them. They both felt that in order for this to work, both parents needed to have a consistent presence in the boys’ lives.
In the end, Mojo and HIM had agreed that the ‘family’ would live in HIM’s realm, since it was infinitely larger than the observatory.
It was this detail that made HIM certain that Mojo was M. Now that Mojo lived with him, there was no doubt that he learned HIM’s routines, memorized the clothes he wore, and knew all of his secrets. HIM had a tendency to talk to himself, and he could get quite loud. Mojo must’ve overheard him a few times when he was lamenting to Mr. Quackers about how lonely he was.
That’s how he knew Sedusa came over once a week, that’s how he knew about the black velvet dress with the pink cuffs, everything. As for the gifts, that could be explained too. Mojo was still going to his observatory every weekday. He would spent most of the day there, and he had even told HIM that he considered his excursions ‘going to work’.
HIM bet that was when Mojo was getting, or rather stealing the gifts. It was when he wasn’t home. All the pieces of the puzzle started putting themselves together. The clues in the letters, Mojo’s recently odd behavior, the timeline, it all fit.
He was determined to get the truth from the hyper intelligent chimp. HIM would keep playing along, giving Mojo the impression that he was completely unaware, then he would reveal that he knew at the last minute. He knew that Mojo would either slip up before then, or would be persuaded to give up the act.
HIM adored mind games, and who better to play them with than Mojo? He knew he would have to step it up if he wanted the other villain to confess. He would use his best weapons: his charm and appeal. After all, demons were the world’s first seducers and he had led thousands of mortals astray in his past.
With his scheme planned, HIM put on the new sheer nightgown and panties and waved his claw, turning the gorgeous gemstone into an opulent necklace. His signature boots completed the seductive ensemble. He checked to make sure his makeup was perfect and smiled deviously. Oh yes, things will surely go my way tonight.
❤️
The next stage of HIM’s masterplan was to get Mojo to come to his room, and he knew exactly how to do it. He was going to use their prior conversation about reforming the Beat Alls as bait.
In actuality, HIM could care less about that now. In fact, it had been months since he thought about defeating the Powerpuff Girls. But Mojo didn’t have to know that.
He stretched out on his massive bed, making sure his lithe figure was on full display.
“Judas!” HIM called.
The smaller demon instantly appeared and sunk into a deep bow. “Yes, Your Wickedness?”
“Tell Mojo that I need to speak with him urgently. It’s important.”
“Right away, Your Darkness.” Judas vanished. HIM smirked, now he just had to wait and look pretty.
Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. “HIM, it is I, Mojo Jojo. May I enter?”
“Of course darling, please come in!” HIM could barely contain his excitement, but kept his composure. The door opened and Mojo stepped inside, completely unaware of what he was about to see.
“You wanted to converse with me about a highly important matter-“ he froze, jaw dropping.
HIM gave a wicked smile. He knew the chimp would react this way. “What are you looking at Mojo?” He coyly remarked.
“Nothing.” For once, Mojo was speechless.
“Is it my outfit? Do you like it? I got it from someone very special to me.” HIM coquettishly giggled.
“It is… nice.” Mojo awkwardly cleared his throat and composed himself. “What was it that you wanted to discuss?”
HIM grinned, not done with the games. “Well honey, I wanted to know if you’ve given any more thought to my proposition from the other day.”
“The proposition pertaining to the reforming of the Beat Alls?”
“Exactly! Oh Mojo, you are so intelligent! It’s so… delectable.” The demon crooned seductively.
The tone of voice alone was enough to turn the villainous primate into putty. He flushed and averted his gaze.
“Why don’t you go ahead and sit down so we can… talk.” HIM fluttered his long lashes.
Mojo made his away over to the vanity stool and sat down, uncomfortable. The vanity happened to positioned right across from the bed, the bed where his fellow villain was currently reclining, wearing next to nothing.
“So, about the Beat Alls,“ Mojo started. “I have conceived a plan so masterful, so brilliant, our victory over the Powerpuff Girls is surely guaranteed.”
“Hmm, how interesting. HIM feigned curiosity. “Tell me more.”
Emboldened by the encouragement given, Mojo launched into a detailed explanation of his plan, with his typical zealousness.
The demon watched him with an almost loving smile. There’s the Mojo I know. After a few long minutes, Mojo concluded his monologue.
“So, what is your opinion of my most devious plan?”
“It’s a wonderful plan, and it’s sure to succeed, if no one becomes… distracted.” HIM playfully hinted.
“What do you mean by that?” Mojo questioned.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.” He slid languidly off the bed, and walked over to where Mojo was seated, taking care to sway his hips the entire time.
“I have not the slightest idea what you are saying.” Mojo gulped audibly, starting to turn red again.
“Remember what happened the last time we all teamed up? Somebody got… wandering eyes.” HIM perched himself on the villain’s lap and wrapped his slender arms around his neck.
“Somebody fell in love. In fact, I think they’re still in love, but with someone new. What do you think, hmm?” He purred in Mojo’s ear and nuzzled the side of his face with his own.
“You are not making a bit of sense HIM.” Mojo choked out.
“You know I am. You just don’t want to admit it to yourself. So, I will ask you now, is there anything you’d like to confess?” The demon moved so close their lips almost connected.
“There is… something that I need to admit to you.” Mojo sighed. HIM beamed, his mission was about to be accomplished.
Right when the plan was about to go off without a hitch, a pound on the door shattered the moment.
“Mom! Dad! Brick gave me a black eye!”
The two parents immediately sprang apart. “Mojo, get me something to cover myself with!” HIM hissed.
Thinking fast, the ape spotted a robe and tossed it to him, who quickly put it on and tied it shut.
Of course this had to happen now! HIM felt like banging his head on the vanity as all three of their sons burst into the room, screaming at each other. Boomer was indeed sporting a hideous black eye, Butch had several bruises, and Brick’s hair was tangled and his cap was dangerously close to falling off.
HIM set to work healing their sons’ injuries while Mojo got the story of what happened from each boy. In the end, Brick was grounded for two weeks and after having his hair re-brushed, was sent off for a timeout. Boomer and Butch were sent off to bed, not completely off the hook either.
The pair exchanged uncomfortable glances, and sat quietly for a few moments. Finally, HIM broke the awkward silence.
“We’ll finish this conversation later, how about tomorrow night?”
Mojo silently agreed (he doubted he had any say in the matter), bid HIM goodnight, and left in a hurry.
HIM rested his head on his vanity and groaned in frustration. He was this close! He loved his sons dearly but they had the worst timing. Oh well, at least tonight wasn’t a compete loss. If he could get Mojo to that point again, he would get the answers he was craving.
❤️
The next few weeks went by in a similar fashion. Everyday HIM would receive a letter and a gift from M (who he knew by now was Mojo) and would pretend to be none the wiser.
His collection of presents had grown considerably. He was gifted dozens of designer bags, shoes, dresses, makeup, jewelry, lingerie, flowers, boxes of chocolate, anything he wanted really.
The letters continued to be romantic and emotional, all while becoming more sexually charged. HIM opened up completely in these letters, something he rarely let himself do. It felt so exhilarating to have someone to vent to, to have someone want to know all that they could about him, to have someone want to know how to please him, to love him.
HIM loved the communications they had. These letters helped the two learn a lot about each other and about themselves in a way, what each one was looking for, what they needed in a partner, what they liked/disliked, etc. He truly felt like he was discovering a whole new side of Mojo, a side that was caring, attentive, and giving, a side that only HIM got to see.
M expressed the same sentiments. After all, the letters provided M with the same benefits. He was very much enjoying having someone to look forward to. He was also discovering the hidden side of his beloved.
For one who supposed to the cruelest of cruel, the HIM he knew was sweet and kind and really cared for those special to him, especially his children. The supposed ultimate evil hadn’t done one evil thing in weeks and didn’t seem to be too bothered by that (unless you counted the many nights of HIM parading around in his beautiful garments, hypnotizing M with his tantalizing body).
M adored how multifaceted his crimson beauty was. How he could be so beautiful and terrifying at the same time. How he could be a daydream and a nightmare. How one so powerful and prideful could be insecure and vulnerable the second he was out of view. How one who could convince hundreds to hate could also hold so much love in his heart. And M was the only one who got to see the nurturing, loving side of HIM.
The letters and gifts were not the only things still happening. Every night since that rather intimate encounter, HIM would attempt to get a confession out of Mojo, using his allure, combined with his new gifts to seduce him into telling, but Mojo held his resolve. Just last night, HIM had tried again to crack Mojo, but the primate was just too damn strong.
“Why do you insist that I have a secret, you infernal being?” Mojo had sighed, trying hard to resist the demon on his lap.
“Oh, I just love when you get irritated. It makes you so… appealing.” HIM teased. Then, he did something not previously done during their little ‘rendezvous’. He licked a long stripe up Mojo’s cheek and pressed little kisses where his tongue had been.
He laughed when he felt the other villain shudder beneath him. “Hmm, you liked that, didn’t you? I’ll keep going if you tell me what I want to know.” HIM noticed the chimp’s arms twitching, almost as if he was trying to stop himself from touching the other’s body.
“You can touch me if you want, but only after you confess.” He grinned evilly, knowing exactly what he was doing to the other evildoer.
Mojo froze. Here it comes, HIM thought to himself. Suddenly, the hyper intelligent chimpanzee abruptly stood up, causing HIM to fall off his lap and land clumsily on the floor.
Mojo, completely red in the face, quickly strode toward the door, not so subtly covering himself with his cape. He gave one last glance at HIM and left as quickly as he could, saying goodnight distractedly as he did so.
The demon was astonished. He thought for sure he had it this time. He huffed, standing and dusting off his fabulous negligée. “Ugh! He’s so stubborn!” He cried.
“There is one upside however.” He tried to reassure himself. “It looks like Mojo is starting to lose his resistance. Tomorrow night, I’ll get what I want for sure!” He chuckled wickedly.
One more night, and I’ve got this in the bag.
❤️
The long awaited confession finally came the next night.
HIM was in his usual position, on Mojo’s lap with his arms around his neck, wearing his newest skimpy nightgown (a lacy pink one with white fuzz on the hem) and a pearl necklace, trying to pull a confession out of him.
“So Mojo, darling, is there anything you’d like to tell me?” HIM purred in his ear. He licked that same spot on his cheek and started kissing it.
Mojo stiffened, then exhaled deeply. After weeks of being teased by the demon and weeks of trying to show resistance, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“There is something I must confess to you HIM.” He said, resigned. HIM stopped, his perfect eyebrows raised.
“I have been harboring quite intense feelings for you for quite some time. I observed your feelings of loneliness and your wish to have a partner, and I realized that I felt similarly. I began writing letters to you, hoping to relieve your pain. The letters clearly did what they were intended do, as I saw the joy in your eyes when you read them, and your eagerness to follow my requests for you.
I stole the finest luxuries for you just to see you satisfied, and so I could imagine you in them for my personal pleasure. But then, you responded back and expressed vulnerability to me, and I knew that I wanted to provide you with all that you desired. So now here we are, in this situation. I cannot hide my feelings any longer. I love you HIM.”
Mojo concluded his confession by resting his hands on HIM’s waist and slowly moving them up and down. The demon’s heart skipped a beat, and he bit his lip.
“Mojo, I have a confession to make too. I kind of knew it was you.” He admitted.
“What? For how long?” The chimp was shocked.
“Since the third letter. I don’t know why you’re surprised darling. Nothing gets past me.” HIM smirked, his feline eyes narrowing.
“I thought for sure I had hidden my identity well enough!”
“Honey, you used aliases like Joe Overcoat and Mojisha and your disguises were so weak. Of course I knew it was you.” HIM pointed out.
The two swapped glances and then laughed, remembering Mojo’s hilarious attempts to disguise himself.
“It was worth a try.” Mojo shrugged. “Why don’t we leave the disguises and trickery up to me from now on, hmm?” HIM suggested, fluttering his lashes.
The villains gazed at each other softly for a few minutes before HIM said, “Oh by the way Mojo, I love you too.”
And with that, their lips finally connected. They kissed passionately for a while, each of them pouring their heart and soul into it. They eventually broke apart, breathing heavily and with their eyes darkened.
After catching his breath, HIM decided to tease his lover some more. “So, are you going to make me submit to you like you promised, or was that all just talk?” He goaded. “Cause I‘ve been waiting a long time for someone to worship me the way I deserve.”
Mojo gave HIM a smirk and said, “You will be worshipped my jewel, but it will be done on my terms.”
HIM was about to reply when he was lifted up and tossed on the bed. Clearly Mojo’s short stature was deceiving, because he picked up his lover with no difficulty.
“Mm, getting rough are we?” He sultrily teased, narrowing his catlike eyes. “I like that.” HIM was promptly silenced with a deep kiss.
By the end of the night, HIM felt thoroughly sated. He had no idea that his lover could be so dominating, yet doting and sweet at the same time.
In all the eons he had been around, he never imagined that he would be in the arms of his sons’ father but here he was, head on Mojo’s chest listening to his heartbeat while said villain stroked his silky black hair.
The couple traded ‘I love yous’ and HIM drifted off to sleep, a smitten look on his face.
❤️
The next morning, HIM awoke to a strange sensation. He felt his hair being pet gently, and arms around his waist. He must be having one of his dreams about M again, except M felt more lifelike today. He almost didn’t want to open his eyes, fearing he’d see an empty spot next to him.
Suddenly, he felt someone kiss his cheek gently. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he saw Mojo above him, a loving smile on his face. HIM remembered back to last night, his seduction, the confession, and their intimacy.
He returned the adoring gaze. “Good morning darling. Did you sleep well?”
“Wonderfully, my beauty, now that I do not have to sleep alone.” Mojo kissed HIM’s lips heartily. HIM had never felt so fulfilled, so happy in his entire existence. Not even being evil left him feeling this satisfied, though it was a close second.
“What do we tell the boys?” HIM asked once they broke apart. “We tell them the truth, that their parents are in love. To be honest, I do not anticipate the boys being too upset about this.” Mojo responded.
“You’re probably right. Speaking of the boys, they’re still asleep. Why don’t we take advantage of the peace and quiet, hmm?” HIM pressed their lips together again, basking in this golden moment with the one he loved.
❤️
Epilogue
HIM couldn’t believe he and Mojo had been married for 10 years now. It seemed like he had gotten that first letter from his secret admirer only yesterday. Now he had a husband that loved and cherished him every day and that he loved and cherished in return.
Their marriage wasn’t perfect. Sometimes they fought and disagreed on things (like that one time when Mojo missed Boomer’s soccer game, HIM didn’t acknowledge his husband for a whole week) but they always came back together. When they made up it was… passionate to say the least.
Normally, a demon like HIM would struggle with the every day domesticity of marriage, but when you and your husband are notorious supervillains, it keeps life interesting. Committing crime and trying to vanquish the Powerpuff Girls was one way they spent time together, and it was getting more and more exciting.
Now that HIM and Mojo were married, they were extremely difficult to beat. HIM had Mojo’s hyper intelligence at his disposal, while Mojo had HIM’s demonic powers at his. Even when they were bested by the girls, it didn’t sting as much anymore, since they had each other and their boys to go home to. Also, seeing the girls’ shocked expressions when they figured out the two were together was truly amusing.
But the part of their marriage that HIM savored the most were the moments that had nothing to do with villainy. Lazing around in bed, going on dates, cooking together, normal couple things.
It was this type of sweet simplicity that the couple was currently engaged in. They were lounging in their lavish bed, Mojo reading the morning newspaper and HIM reading the latest issue of Vogue. The villains were enjoying the solitude in their house, the boys already at school.
The duo exchanged few words, rejoicing in each other’s company. HIM grew tired of his magazine and vanished it, resting his head on his husband’s chest. One of Mojo’s hands moved to stroke his hair.
After a while, HIM broke the silence. “Honey, please don’t stay too late at your observatory today. Butch has his photography exhibition and you promised him you’d be there.”
“Of course dearest, when have I ever missed one of the boys’ events?” Mojo replied.
“You missed Boomer’s soccer game that one time.”
“My love, that happened when he was 12.”
“So? It still happened. You made a commitment to our son and you didn’t follow through with it. I’m just reminding you to not let that happen again.”
“Why do you insist on constantly using that one incident as leverage against me, you pestilent demon?”
“Pestilent?! Why do you insist on never heeding my advice, you stubborn old ape?”
The couple glared at each other intently before HIM cracked a smile and giggled, which Mojo reciprocated. They laughed for a bit and the villainous primate kissed his wife’s forehead.
“Did you know that I love you and your pestilence? He asked.
“Yes, I did. Did you know that I love you and your stubbornness?” The demon replied.
Mojo kissed HIM fervidly, the morning paper now forgotten on the floor.