I do not own PPG or it's characters. Also, rated M for language and sexual situations.

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Chapter 1: When masks come off

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"Where the hell is it.." Brick mumbled to no one in particular as his red eyes scanned the room. He was 6'3" and on the muscular side, more of an effect of the toxins running through his veins, than his ability to stay healthy. He kept his long auburn hair in a pony tail that rivaled his counter part, and always wore a red cap to keep his bangs away from his face. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. No need to impress anyone.

Brick walked to the other side of the room as he checked his watch. Good. Still have at least an hour to look. He wasn't entirely sure why, but Blossom seemed...Off. As of lately. Any time the PPG showed up to stop him and his brothers, she got...How should he put it. Twitchy? Nervous? Some kind of uncomfortable when handling him. Brick was quite used to Blossom bitching him out and attempting to beat the shit out of him, but lately she just kind of.. Tried her best NOT to touch him. And it was starting to piss him off.

The only clue Brick had was her stupid compact notebook labeled "Research 183". Blossom was normal before that damn notebook started being a constant in her life. He once saw her carrying it on her way to school, and when he reached to take it from her, she flipped the fuck out and turned red. Not angry red. Embarrassed red. As if he caught her cheating on an exam or something else just as ridiculous. It wasn't like Blossom to just let Brick off with a warning punch for stealing, and he knew she was going easy on him, because her punches lacked...Heart. The stern hits "of justice" that he had grown accustomed to were now lame and lifeless. Just what the hell was going on with Blossom? He had to find out. So he was doing what he does best. Stealing.

About half an hour ago, Brick managed to break into her "secure" apartment and was now looking for the damn notebook. He couldn't fucking find it anywhere. Where the hell would she hide it? Why the hell was she hiding it to begin with? Something was off with Blossom, and Brick was determined to find out what the hell it was. He needed to go back to his routine of tricking the girls into thinking they won, when really, they just didn't know WHAT the boys were stealing. It was a balm to his ego knowing that he duped the smartest woman he's known his entire life, and lately, she just wasn't putting up a good enough effort. Damn the woman and her lack of interest.

Brick was sorting through shit in Blossom's closet when he heard the familiar sound of a click, signaling to him that she was home. Damn! She's home earlier than I thought..Brick used his super speed and hid under the bed. (Clever, he knew.) He heard shuffling and then the bedroom door was shut. Ah fuck.. Now locked inside with Blossom in the room he contemplated on ways to get out, but the sound of a zipper, followed by the rustling of clothes gained his attention. Great. Now she's changing...Yup. There goes her dress. I bet she wears granny nighties to bed. The kind with flowers and- How long does it take for her to change? She's not.. Is she going to stay like that?.. Which of course, was when Brick saw the most interesting scrap of fabric hit the floor.

As Blossom bent to pick up the discarded clothes, Brick got a glimpse of her bare chest. She had some perky ones on her, that was for sure. She walked to the closet then deposited the clothes in a hamper, closing the closet shut behind her. Walking to the other side of the bedroom, Blossom reached her desk then sat down, notebook in hand, and began writing. Is she seriously fucking writing NAKED? Who knew Bloss was a kink? And why does the desk have to be so close to the bed? At least let me get a peak of her ass...All I have seen so far are her legs...Well yeah. And her tits. Which I am going to squeeze the next time I see her. After about 15 minutes, Blossom finally shut the notebook, stretched her arms, and knocked over a cup of water, which rolled off the desk and landed behind it. "Damn it! Now I need a towel..."

Brick had never heard her use "that" kind of language before, and he had to say. It made him a little happy that she wasn't ALWAYS miss fucking perfect. He had always suspected she might be normal underneath all that bitch.. Blossom got up and tried to reach over the desk to get the cup, but to no avail. So she crouched down under the desk and reached again with all her might, finally grasping the stupid cup, then crawled back out of the desk. Mean while, Brick not only got a front row seat of her ass, the folds of her sex were practically in his face, glistening with need, and it took all of his strength not to lick along the seams. He had felt himself harden as he watched her wiggle her way under and out of the desk. Oh fuck.. She's fucking horny.. She is FUCKING horny. Not only can I SEE that shit, I can fucking smell it. Jezus.. I never imagined she could be anything other than prude and disgruntled. What else have you been hiding from me Bloss?

It seemed like an eternity had passed for Brick, as he lied underneath the bed. So many new things learned about Blossom and he was still on a mission to find out more, hell he was way more determined now. Blossom finally finished cleaning up her mess, then proceeded to go to bed, turning off the lights as she went under the sheets and adjusted herself comfortable. Great, now all I have to do is wait until she passes out, then grab the notebook and get the fuck out of here.

As Brick waited impatiently, his thoughts hit another stop. He heard something.. There it was again. What the hell...? He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound. Then suddenly, it was clear. His eyes snapped open. Oh dear god.. She's.. FUCK. She's masturbating. She's fucking masturbating while I'm under the fucking bed. Just when I got my dick under control.. Brick shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the ever growing length in his pants. It was a difficult feat, considering how ungodly turned on he was. He could hear the telling sound of her wetness followed by stifled moans. As the moans became louder, it was getting harder and harder not to touch himself. This seemed to be some kind of sick test of will that Brick had to pass in order to not be heard. How could he not be turned on by this whole.. Situation? The whole good girl turned bad fantasy thing was apparently working for him, and he had a big load he would undoubtedly need to get rid of by the end of the night.

Blossom's scent was driving Brick crazy with need, and he couldn't help but laugh in his mind about this turn of events. He'd never hated someone as much as he hated this woman, but suddenly thoughts of her bent over her desk with him behind her were very appealing. He couldn't stop his brain from projecting these images, and the more they came, the hotter he felt. It was as if someone turned a switch on him and Blossom was suddenly.. Desirable, instead of detestable. He was in deep shit..

Finally, after what felt like hours, Brick heard Blossom climax, and he had to bite his tongue in order to not groan. He could have sworn he heard her call out a name, but his concentration on getting blood circulating to other parts of his body distracted him enough to where he didn't make it out. She sighed in contentment, sated and tired, while he felt like he would explode if anything touched his bulge. Blossoms breathing eventually evened out, and Brick was now confident that she was asleep. He slowly crawled out from under the bed, and immediately turned to see her sleeping. Her sheets hid nothing with how thin they were, and Brick now knew of the curves Blossom kept hidden from the world. It was such a shame she didn't flaunt it, but he supposed he liked being the only one to see her this way, better.

Brick stayed still, watching her breathe easy for just another moment longer, then turned around and grabbed the notebook. As he was leaving her apartment, he couldn't help but wonder what brought this change, and how it was related to her recent treatment of him. He didn't know yet, but he was about to find out..

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Reviews are welcome, but don't feel obligated. I have been dabbling on this idea for a bit, and finally said, what the hell. I have a few more chapters written already, but this is what I suppose is my test run. So here.

Also. Please try not to be too offended by language and what not. I figure, Brick is probably a giant potty mouth. And yes, I intentionally spelled Jesus incorrectly, just in case it offends someone. I am trying for, what I believe, is more "real" in the sense, that I, along with many people I know, tend to say Jesus when surprised. If it makes everyone super uncomfortable, I can always change it. Not a deal breaker. Anyway. Thoughts?

Thanks.