4. Of Haunted Houses and Naughty Girls

Butch growled softly as he threw his head backwards, his hands clutching hard at the sheet with printed sharks and fish under his body. He moaned as he bit his lower lip and then exhaled a sigh of relief; he then watched with his glowing green eyes as Buttercup came out from underneath the sheets.

"So? How was it?" she asked, a smug smile on her face as her tongue traced the line of her lips.

"Fucking heaven, I swear, baby" Butch replied, his voice still hoarse, a blissful expression on his face.

Buttercup snuggled by his side as he embraced her with his arm; Butch started to kiss her head softly, and then went down to her temple, her cheek, her neck, as his other hand sneaked underneath her – his – t-shirt, but he felt her hand on his, stopping its climb.

"You know we can't…" she whispered as she turned to meet his lips for a quick kiss.

"You know… I don't give a fuck…" he replied with a low growl, and soon he started to work on her neck as his hands reached for her bare breasts underneath the t-shirt, fondling them slowly and playing with her nipples.

Buttercup moaned softly and leaned her head against his chest while Butch nibbled at her ear with his teeth and tongue; he watched attentively as her expressions changed, as she bit her lips to hide the pleasure she felt as his hands played attentively with her soft bosoms.

His left hand soon left her breasts to crawl slowly along her belly, stroking his way down to her panties.

"Butch…" she sighed lightly as she felt his fingers probing the sensitive flesh between her thighs, already wet in anticipation.

Suddenly, a loud bang at the door startled them both as they quickly sat up. "WAKE UP, YOU GREENS, BREAKFAST'S READYYYY!" Bubbles' loud and excited voice trilled as they heard her footsteps moving towards Brick's bedroom.

Butch and Buttercup looked at each other. "Screw this fucking situation" Buttercup hissed as she started looking for her joggers around the bed. Butch buried his face against his pillow, muffling a growl of frustration.

Blossom opened her eyes slowly and saw a different ceiling from the one she was used to. Suddenly, the texture of those unfamiliar sheets rubbed against her nipples and she realised – remembered – that she was totally naked underneath the covers. She instinctively buried herself underneath the sheets, up to her face, and then turned towards that nice warmth coming from her left. Brick was there, sleeping peaceful on his side as he rested his head on his bent arm. His naked chest was out of the covers and Blossom bit her lower lip as she let her hand touch his warm bust, her fingers tracing slowly the line of his perfect abs. He mumbled in his sleep as he lazily opened an eye to meet her bashful smile.

"Good morning" she whispered softly as she blushed a little.

"…fuck, have we overslept till morning?" Brick growled as he turned on his back, massaging his temples.

Blossom shook her head slowly. "No… the Professor is away for the weekend, remember?"

"Oh, yeah… yeah!" Brick smiled to himself as he recollected the events of the previous night. He then turned towards her with a mischievous smile. "Good morning, then".

Blossom smiled happily as he came closer to kiss her sweetly. It was so nice to wake up by his side, without the anxiety of getting up in the middle of the night to fly back home before her dad could rumble her. Why couldn't they just wake up every day like this? They were old enough to spend the night out, right? If only her dad let her take her own decisions on this topic – also because she didn't like to lie every time.

She snuggled against his chest as Brick's arm closed around her, bringing her closer. She felt happy, oh, so happy. She wanted that moment to last forever. But it ended too soon as they heard Bubbles' voice screaming in the corridor and her footsteps coming quickly closer.

They both jumped off the bed and zipped around the room to get dressed as fast as they could, while Bubbles started knocking on Brick's door.

"Hey, you lovey-dovey Reeeeds! Breakfast's read—" Bubbles didn't finish her sentence as Blossom opened the door, her hair dishevelled and her pyjamas wrinkly.

"Thank you Bubbles, we're coming right away" she replied with a broad smile and a bit out of breath.

"Okay…" Bubbles mumbled, looking suspiciously at her.

"Oh my God! I'm so happy I can't believe it!" Bubbles trilled as she zipped around the room in a frantic dash. "We can finally go out on triple dates! And we can celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving and Independence Day and all festivities together as a biiiig family! I'm so excited!"

Buttercup groaned from the table as she went on looking absent-mindedly at her plate full of pancakes, meanwhile Blossom sat at her side, focusing on her agenda. Brick sat by her side, silently sipping at his coffee, while Butch was stuffing himself with food at the other end of the table. Boomer was scrutinising the presents with a focused glare.

"You're not listening to me!" Bubbles pouted as she sat by Buttercup's side.

"I am listening" her sister snorted "the point is you're talking about useless stuff. Why don't we talk about something interesting, instead?" she asked with a challenging tone, exchanging a conspiratorial look with Boomer. "For example, the boys' flat. Right, Reds?"

Everyone froze in place as they turned their heads towards Blossom and Brick.

"What about that?" Blossom asked, looking casual and disinterested, but Buttercup knew she was listening.

"We should be taking turns."

"Turns for what?" Blossom snapped as she turned towards her sisters.

Bubbles giggled as she understood what Buttercup was talking about.

"You and Mr Brick are monopolising the place all afternoons. We other mortal beings might like to use it as well sometimes."

"Mr Brick and I are studying for the tests, Buttercup! We're not loafing!"

Brick nodded as he didn't leave his mug of coffee.

"Yes, studying anatomy, right?"

Butch burst out laughing as Blossom blushed deeply.

"Wha—! We're not…!" Blossom stood up from her chair, slamming her hands on the table.

"Oh, really? Then go to the fucking library, you two!" Buttercup hissed as she crossed her arms. "The little Blues and the horny Greens would gladly enjoy having a free flat for their own sometimes!"

"You and Butch just got together and you're already complaining?!" Brick retorted with a vexed tone as he crossed his arms.

"Hey, that's the hornymoon phase! We should be exploiting it!" Butch smirked as he stood up triumphantly.

"That's stupid" Blossom protested.

"He's my stupid." Buttercup smirked. "Sooo… will you and Brick leave the flat for us poor, stupid, horny couples?"

"Buttercup, don't be silly!" Bubbles laughed merrily.

"Well, if you Blues don't want to use the place…" Butch shrugged as he smirked knowingly to his girlfriend.

"We do!" Boomer protested "And in fact, Bubs and I wanted to propose a peaceful agreement…"

"Exactly!" Bubbles squeaked as she took out a small whiteboard, on which a colourful timetable full of little drawings was written.

"What the fuck is that thing?!" Brick snapped as he looked at it in disgust.

"Our timetable to organise our afternoons at the flat" Boomer replied triumphantly "the Greens will be using the flat on Mondays and Thursdays, Bubbles and I on Tuesdays and Fridays and the Reds on Wednesdays and Saturdays."

"And on Sundays we can spend the day together!" Bubbles added as she clapped her hands cheerfully.

"Hell. No." Brick burst out "This is my fucking home and I get to use it every time I want. I have things to do in the afternoon!"

"Like what?" Boomer asked, his expression disapproving.

"Like studying?"

"Go to the fucking libraryyy" Buttercup sing-sang ironically as she looked at the whiteboard. "So, these turns mean that on the designed day we have free flat for the whole afternoon?"

"Yep" Boomer nodded.

"Sounds fair to me" Butch shrugged as he ate other two cookies together.

"I can't believe we're really doing this" Blossom stood by Brick's side, looking at her sisters in disbelief.

"In fact we're not" Brick growled.

"Well, we are. Taking turns to use the free flat. I covered for you two with the Professor like a million times, so you owe me" Buttercup smirked as she stole the last cookie from Butch's grasp.

"Hey Boomer. If you and Pigtails give me your Tuesday this week, I'll give you 50 bucks" Butch proposed with a smug smirk to his brother, who was fixing his hair in the mirror of the corridor.

"Forget about it" Boomer mumbled and then shouted towards Brick's closed door "Hey Brick! Come on! We gotta go out in ten minutes!"

"60 bucks" Butch raised as he idly lay on the sofa and kept on skimming the photos on his smartphone: a whole photoset of the last free afternoon he had spent in the flat with Buttercup, after the signing of the agreement. "God, my girlfriend's so hot. I really need this Tuesday afternoon. Please, shithead!"

Boomer raised his middle finger with a smile in response.

"Come on, what the fuck are you gonna do with Pigtails?! Baking cookies? Watching romantic movies? Are you gonna sing her love songs while she watches you in awe?!"

"We'll be doing the fuck we want with our free flat, all afternoon, all by ourselves" Boomer mocked him as he leaned against the entrance door. In that moment, Brick came out of his room, fuming.

"So, ready to go?" Boomer asked with a broad smile.

"I can't believe I've got stuck with your girlfriend's shit" Brick snarled as he gave his brother a dirty look "taking turns for using my own fucking home and now this shitty 'let's spend the Sunday all together'. This is the first and the last time I'll ever agree to this shit."

"Nobody forced you" Boomer shrugged.

"Blossom insisted" Brick growled in response.

Butch barked mockingly from the sofa and received a death glare from Brick, which made him shudder.

Buttercup lay in bed as she skimmed the photos she had made with Butch in bed on her phone. She'd been ready for at least half an hour, while her sisters were still changing clothes and brushing hair and preparing all the necessary for the big group day out.

"Bubbles, do we really need all these things to go to the amusement park?" Blossom sighed as she looked at the mass of backpacks and bags stuffed with food, covers and dubious stuff. Brick was going to be mad; she was sure of it. She had to force him to agree to all the proposals their siblings had made the week before and he was still sulking about it. She had to admit that the organisation of the flat had been a good idea, though: even if Brick was still mad about it, it avoided uncomfortable situations and made her feel much more relaxed. She got to spend quiet afternoons with Brick without worrying about their siblings interrupting them in their private moments. But this 'Let's spend the Sunday all together' thing… Blossom had to pray Brick in all the ways she knew and had to use all of her best techniques to calm him down and made him accept the deal, probably for the first and last time.

"Hey Bubbles, will you give me your Tuesday for 50 bucks?" Buttercup asked suddenly and Blossom glanced at her in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Buttercup, I'm incorruptible! I'd never give up to a whole afternoon alone in the flat with my Boomie!" Bubbles chirped as she tried on a whole set of different hats.

"Hey, just for the record… have you and Boomer…?"

"O-of course we have, you silly!" Bubbles blushed as she threw a brush with incredible strength towards Buttercup.

"Ouch…" her sister replied as she massaged her hurt head "So that makes me and Butch the last ones to… such a let-down, I thought I'd be the first one to—"

"This is not a competition, Buttercup!" Blossom sighed with a disappointed face and little flushed as she walked back to the mirror to give a final look at her outfit.

"Such a strange comment coming from you, oh Commander and Leader" Buttercup sneered as she zipped closer to her sister. "But in case it was… who would be the winner? I bet on you and Brick…"

Blossom turned towards her and then glanced at Bubbles worriedly.

"I already know" she just shrugged "…and, by the way, it really hurts me the fact that you didn't tell me about it!"

"You didn't either" Buttercup retorted.

"I tried to, but you said you didn't want to listen to what happens between me and Boomer!" Bubbles pouted.

"Aaaand I was totally right, dammit. But still, when did you two…?"

"Owww, last summer, when we went on that trip together to the lake and we rented a cottage, but couldn't stay for the night because daddy didn't want to!" Bubbles replied, blushing.

"You should've lied and told him you were at Robin's as I'd told you to do" Buttercup snorted.

"I don't wanna lie to the Professor" Bubbles mumbled sadly.

"So, have you told him you've banged Boomer?"

"Oh my God, Buttercup!" Blossom complained with a disgusted sigh.

"BC! I'm not telling that to the Professor! I'm just omitting it, by the way, and it doesn't count as lying!" Bubbles fretted as she turned towards Blossom. "What about you, Blossy?"

"What about what?" Blossom replied nonchalantly.

"Don't play it numb, oh Great Leader, we want the facts" Buttercup sneered as she leant on her sister's shoulder. "When did you and Brick… you know… commit the deed?"

Blossom blushed deeply even though she tried to act cool and detached. "I-I don't remember"

"Bullshiiiit!"

"Yeah, totally" Bubbles pouted as she reached for her sisters and glared at Blossom's reflection with a curious look.

"Okay, okay… it was… during the… Pool Party" Blossom mumbled in a very low voice.

"The Pool Party? But you weren't there. You were at home" Buttercup pondered.

"Y-Yes… I-I was…" Blossom's red cheeks were now crimson as she lowered her gaze to the ground.

"Oh. My. God." Buttercup jumped away from her sister. "You did it here?! Here?! In our room?!"

Blossom didn't answer, she only bit her lower lip as she took a lock of her long her hair and started to play nervously with it.

"Oh my God! I hope you didn't use my bed! There's Mr Octi here!" Bubbles squealed.

"Of course, we didn't use your bed, Bubbles!" Blossom retorted nervously.

"I can't believe it. You've desecrated our childhood sanctuary!" Buttercup sighed with an overdramatic and horrified expression.

"Oh, shut up!" her red-haired sister hissed, but was soon interrupted by the honking of Brick's car coming from outside. "The boys are here, let's hurry!"

"Are you joking, right?" Butch groaned as he looked at the endless crowd of people in front of the entrance of the amusement park. "It's like a one-hour line!"

"Well, it's a sunny autumn Sunday at the amusement park, what did you think?" Buttercup replied as she crossed her arms with an annoyed expression.

"B-but… don't we have something like special passes for important people or some shit like that?!" he tried to protest with a puppy look as he glanced at Bubbles.

Bubbles only shrugged with a smile. "I got the tickets as a thanks for participating in a charity event, they're normal tickets and we've got to normally wait in line like all normal people!"

"But we're not normal people!" Butch protested.

"For today we are!" Bubbles retorted.

"No, we're campers!" Brick added with an ironic tone as he showed the two bags and the huge backpack he had been forced to carry.

"Come on guys, just shut up!" Boomer complained with a sigh. "Bubbles had spent a lot of time preparing all that food!"

"Yes, I have!" she added as laced her arms around Boomer's.

"Can we just calm down and wait in line, please?" Blossom sighed as she massaged her temple. That day was going to be a disaster and she hoped it would end soon. She then looked at Brick, who had been quieter than she expected him to be, and realised he was looking around himself as if he was scrutinizing the area. "Are you trying to find a way out? Believe me, there's none."

"No, I was just wondering what happened to the old amusement park"

"Woah, yeah, we used to go there all the time when we were kids!" Butch exclaimed nostalgically. "It used to be around here, didn't it?!"

"Yeah. It fell in disuse and now it's closed off waiting to be demolished." Buttercup explained as she put her arms behind her head.

"WAIT" Butch jumped as he looked at her in awe "You're telling me there's a whole fucking abandoned amusement park right behind us and we're waiting in line to enter a crowded place full of crying brats?!"

Buttercup sneered immediately as she got exactly Butch's idea.

"It's a secluded and forbidden area… it's been abandoned for years now; it might be dangerous!" Blossom protested, but only received three annoyed looks: two pairs of green eyes and a crimson glance.

"Aren't you seriously thinking of going in there, are you?!" Bubbles whined as she pouted.

"I can't believe we're really here!" Bubbles whimpered as they all landed over the barbed-wire fence that was placed to keep intruders out of the restricted area. "It's a crime! We're being criminals!"

"Oh, shut up, Bubbles" Buttercup cut her down as she looked at the abandoned – once colourful and sparkling – square excitedly. "Oh my God, this place is sick!"

"Yeah, we should go around and explore it! It's gonna be a blast!" Butch started to fluctuate, his eyes eager. "The haunted house was a fucking killer. It was this way!" he added, before zipping off towards a tree-covered area.

Buttercup smirked and left her backpack on the ground before zipping off right behind Butch.

"Hey! You two! You said we were going to stay for a short while only!" Bubbles pouted, but soon felt Boomer's arm around her shoulders.

"Come on, it's gonna be a funny detour!" he smiled happily at her "We're going to the real amusement park later! For now let's check the Carousel and the Music Express!"

Bubbles smiled and hold his hand. "Okay! And then I want to walk on the binaries of the roller-coaster! It's something I've always wanted to do!"

As they both left their backpacks on the ground, they zipped off hand in hand without saying anything to the Reds, who just stood there.

"Wow, she's changed her mind quickly" Brick grunted as he left the bags and the backpack on an abandoned bench.

"Typical of Bubbles" Blossom just shrugged as she reached for Brick arm with her hands "So, what do you want to do?"

Brick smirked deviously as he looked towards the directions the Greens had gone, and then turned in the opposite direction. "Follow me".

Blossom shrugged as she followed Brick inside that abandoned, gloomy building, which shouldn't have looked better in the past.

With a strong shoulder push, the door fell down on the dirty chequered floor, raising a little dust cloud which made her grimace in disgust.

"Really, Brick, I'm not gonna enter here." She protested as she looked at her lovely shoes in red patent leather.

"Oh, come on, Little Miss Sunshine." Brick smirked his usual challenging sneer "Are you afraid of an abandoned haunted house?"

"No. I'm afraid I might get all dirty. And catch some kind of a strange, mutated version of tetanus or plague or cholera. So, no thank you."

Brick burst out laughing and Blossom felt her cheeks turning red and her heartbeat beating faster. It was rare to see him laughing so frankly and she couldn't help but feel a strange but pleasurable feeling warming her chest.

"I think you've forgotten you can fly and fluctuate and all, but okay, I'll accept your pathetic excuse. You're gonna miss a lot of interesting things, Little Miss Wimp" he sneered as he zipped off inside the dark halls of the haunted house.

Feeling her pride hurting, Blossom pouted and let out an annoying grunt as she zipped behind him inside that old, mouldy building.

Buttercup and Butch just stood there, side by side, watching with a perplexed expression at the abandoned building in front of them.

"I think we've come to the wrong house" Buttercup observed as she glanced at Butch with a smug smile.

Butch grunted, looking disappointedly at the big red – once shining – sign "House of Mirrors".

"I was sure the haunted house was right there"

"You and your incredible sense of direction" Buttercup laughed as she approached the abandoned building – the peeled walls of a once sparkling red were now being conquered by vines and the entrance door was broken. Buttercup kicked it off and made her way inside, jumping a little as she encountered her perfect reflection in front of her. She turned left and right and saw two corridors with an infinite series of Buttercups staring back at her. A small shiver ran down her spine.

"I've always hated this place. It scared the crap out of me" Butch suddenly whispered against her neck and his reflection joined hers on the glassy surfaces of the mirrored corridors. She had to admit she was feeling suddenly better.

"More than the haunted house?" she asked at his reflection in front of her, without turning.

"At least that shit was funny. This place… is only creepy." He made a disgusted face as he looked around nervously. "Still can't understand why people would find this amusing."

"Why don't we find it out?" Buttercup suddenly asked as she glanced back at him with a naughty smile.

Butch's expression hardened.

"Oh, no. No. I'm not fucking entering this place. I didn't do it when it had the lights on and I'm not doing it now that it's fucking dark and abandoned. It's fucking claustrophobic."

"You poor scared little bitch" Buttercup mocked him as she zipped towards the end of the corridor full of mirrors and turned around the corner, leaving only her reflection behind.

Butch rolled his eyes. "Holy shit".

She had obviously lost track of Brick – or even better, she was sure he was hiding somewhere inside that stupid haunted house. Blossom was looking around nervously: the building had clearly been abandoned some time before, but she had to admit the setting was incredibly well-finished and furnished: it totally looked like an old Victorian house with historically accurate furniture and ornaments. She moved closer to a cupboard on which some dusty picture stood, two depicting an old lady and the others some furry cats.

Brick's hot breath hit her neck all of a sudden, making her freeze in place: he had been incredibly stealthy.

"Do you want me to tell you the story of the old lady of the mansion?" he whispered softly to her ear as he put his hands around her waist.

"N-no, t-thank you" Blossom replied as she finally relaxed against his chest.

"Have I scared you, perhaps, Miss Commander and Leader?" she could feel his cocky smirk against her ear even though she couldn't see it.

"Not at all, you idiot" she smiled confidently as she turned in his arms, lacing her own around his neck. "I was wondering why the Greens aren't here yet, it totally looks like their place."

"They went the wrong way" Brick sneered impishly "And I guess they'd just stop to fuck somewhere".

Blossom frowned in disgust. "Oh, please, Brick Jojo… it doesn't really seem like a good idea. We're very close to a public place...!"

Brick smiled triumphantly. "Yeah. Amusement parks are totally public places. Just like schools."

"Ah… he… I-I… w-we… we've always been careful!" Blossom raised her voice as her cheeks flushed, flustered and hot "A-and… I-I didn't agree! Like, at all, I totally didn't! W-we just did it b-because we didn't have any other choices!"

Brick raised an eyebrow and snorted with a sneer and didn't reply. He knew that talking openly about their secret love intercourses would make her terribly flustered and therefore he would allow himself only a few digs, without any further comment.

As she was still sulking, Brick smoothly took her hand to zip with her along a pitch-black corridor, at the end of which he opened a creaking door. They entered inside a gloomy and grim bedroom, full of fake (and true) webs and dusty furniture.

"This is Lady Erlynne's bedroom, where, as you can see from the blood stain on the carpet, she killed her husband on the night of Halloween of 1867…" Brick started to explain in a taunting, solemn tone as if he was telling her a terrible horror story, making his fingers dance in front of her face.

Blossom looked at him with an annoyed expression and crossed her arms. "Ah-ha, very funny." She replied as she took a book from the desk at her side. "And she liked Paul Auster, I guess?" Blossom asked as she showed Brick the City of Glass volume she had just found.

"Oh no, that's mine" he replied quickly as he stole the book from her hand. "I've been looking for this for a while…"

Brick saw Blossom looking at him with her usual "please explain" look which he had come to know too well.

He just shrugged. "I used to come here every now and then when I was younger. You know, the bed's comfortable, nobody's around after the closing, a whole big bedroom all for myself…"

Blossom opened her mouth and stopped, frowning for a second. "This is where you used to bring your…"

"Oh my God, no!" Brick laughed softly "I mean, who would take a girl to a haunted house to…?!"

"Well, you've brought me here now!"

"Not to fuck" he frowned and then stopped for a second. "Are we…?"

"NO!" Blossom replied furiously as she felt that tingling, uncomfortable feeling she would always feel every time they would bring up the fact that he'd probably had a billion ex-girlfriends and she had only ever had him. Loved him. Thought of him. Only him. She bit her lower lip and moved her gaze towards the glass of the window. There, she saw some drawings – probably made with a finger – against the dust stuck on the glass. Blossom recognised a horribly stylised version of herself and her sisters and a series of incredibly offensive insults and a crowned Brick standing over a dead Blossom.

"Eeeer… I was very young when I used to come here. Like, very." Brick faked a smile to hide his nervousness.

"I really want to send you flying over that window right now" Blossom remarked with a disgusted tone.

He was a fucking super human being. He had superpowers. He could fly and fire lasers from his eyes. But no, Butch was trapped inside a shitty house of mirrors and just kept on hitting his face against a glass every four steps he made and he was already starting to lose his temper.

"BUTTERCUP, I HATE THIS PLACE, CAN WE JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE?!"

"Not yet!" he heard her reply from somewhere close. "Where are you?"

"HOW CAN I TELL WHERE THE FUCK I AM?! EVERYTHING'S THE SAME INSIDE THIS SHITTY PLACE! I'M FUCKING TEARING EVERYTHING DOWN, I SWEAR!" Butch snarled as he started to create a shield with his right hand. He realised that his shield glinted with a soft green light in the dark and so he decided to keep a small one in front of himself to avoid hitting other mirrors and to light up the way.

He arrived at a fork and rolled his eyes. "Buttercup! I'm at a fucking crossroads! Where have you turned?!"

"Get a better look!"

"A better lo—" Butch was starting to protest, but soon his shield lit up something small and dark lying on the ground. The boy got closer and picked it up: his eyes opened wide when he realised it was Buttercup's hoodie.

"Oh. Interesting." He sneered as a naughty smile replaced his pout. He felt a rush of hot adrenaline and desire running through his veins which made him resume his path – he knew that Buttercup had nothing but her bra underneath that hoodie. Butch started to walk faster until he hit hard another mirror, right with his nose.

"HOLY! FUCK!"

Buttercup's laughs echoed in the labyrinth.

"So, why have we come here?" Blossom finally asked as she fluctuated over the bed.

Brick was rummaging around the room, looking for all the things he had left behind. "Just curious to see how this place had ended up" he shrugged as he put on the desk a pile of books and random sheets.

Blossom looked at them for a second, thoughtfully. "Why would you come here all alone as a child? Isn't this place… scary and miserable, anyway?"

Brick gave her a thoughtful look and then just shrugged, turning around. "I was a very scary and miserable child myself. The place suited me."

Feeling a strange pain in her chest, Blossom bit her lower lip and zipped over to him, resting her hands on his shoulders and her chin close to his neck. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"I know, you haven't said anything strange" he smiled softly as he put a hand on his old books. "I was just looking for a safe place to hide from Mojo and Him and the Police and my brothers… and this house was perfect. I didn't have any other ideas anyway and this placed worked just fine. I've never slept here by the way, it totally freaked me out at night." He smiled as he turned towards her.

"So, I'm your first guest here, right?"

"The only one I'd allow in" Brick replied in a solemn tone.

"Then I'm somewhat honoured, I guess?" Blossom smiled blushingly.

"You really should be" he said with a serious look which made her heart skip a beat. She knew well that look, the glance which would be always followed by a kiss, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. His hot lips met hers immediately in a sweet, soft kiss, which ended too soon. But she craved for more. Every time their hearts touched a little bit further, every time she got to know him a bit more, she needed to share that warm feeling with him. Physically, if possible. She laced her arms around his neck, bringing his face back to hers, biting his lower lip as she felt his body moving closer and his shoulders relax under her touch. His tongue traced the line of her lower lip and then touched hers slowly, intertwining immediately in a familiar dance they knew too well. Brick put his hands on her hips as he guided her against the door, and then let them slide down slowly, feeling the soft fabric of her pink blouse and then the rough cloth of her tartan skirt against his digits. Blossom sighed delightfully against his lips as she felt his hands sneak under her skirt, caressing her thighs and butt cheeks and she replied by letting her hands slip under his shirt.

"Mhh… Blossom…" he mumbled against her lips, as he pecked them with little kisses. "We… should… stop…"

"Mhmh… I know… we will…" she moaned as she traced little circle against his muscular back.

"No… we won't…" he groaned as he grabbed her bottom with both hands to lift her up and against the door. He buried his face in the socket of her neck. "Let's stop… this place is not…"

"It doesn't look like you want to stop…" Blossom moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her lower part, already throbbing in excitement.

"Well, yeah, I said we should stop, not that I want to… I'd never stop with you, you know…" he said as he bit softly the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Oh, Brick…" she sighed as she felt the little wise and disciplined Blossom – who was screaming her to stop immediately with that indecent behaviour – leaving the control of her body to the little naughty Blossom who would pop up every time she would make out with Brick for more than five minutes. Oh, she so hated herself in those moments; why was she feeling so turned on all the time? Why did she feel that uncontrollable desire burning her control away?

"The others may come any minute now…"

"Yes, yes, I know…" she mumbled as she let her hands slip out of his t-shirt, tracing the line of his jeans and ending up on the zip where she stopped as she felt his erection pressing against the fabric. Gathering her boldness, she unbuttoned the first button and Brick's body shivered against her own.

"Oh, fuck my life!" Brick grunted as he totally lost it.

Buttercup rubbed her naked arms with her hands as she leaned against the mirrored wall. She had stopped along the path of mirrors, in a place which was a bit brighter than the rest of the dark labyrinth, because the ceiling had crumpled down a bit farther from there. She had been waiting for Butch for a while now and he hadn't been answering for a good ten minutes – she was starting to worry, but she was also freezing, since the last piece of clothing she had left behind had been her jeans. She was just wearing her bra and panties, inside a filthy, dark house of mirrors which had been abandoned for years now. What if someone was living inside and could see her half-naked reflection repeating itself endlessly in that series of mirrors? She shivered and shouted Butch name again. Again no answer. Only her reflections looking back at her with a worried expression.

Buttercup bit her lower lip hard and decided to retrace her steps to see if they could meet half way. She was about to turn around the corner when she felt a presence behind her who swiftly took her wrists and blocked them behind her lower back. She jumped, ready to kick whoever that was, but Butch's face appeared from behind. He pushed her against a mirror, his body pressing against her naked back, his tongue tracing the line of her neck up to her ear.

"Shithead…" Buttercup mumbled as she tried to free herself "…I was worried!"

"Mh…. You were totally shitting your pants, right?" Butch smirked as he nibbled at her ear from behind.

"Highly improbable, since my pants were with you, dickhead" Buttercup smiled as she shoved him backwards, but he resisted and pushed her harder against the mirror. She shivered as she felt her chest pressed against the cold surface of the mirrors. "Hey, release me, you asshole!"

"Or what?" he blew gently into her ear and she felt goose bumps all over the skin – and this time they weren't for the cold. "You should be nice with me, I've seized your clothes after all".

"I've left them behind on purpose!"

"To seduce me?"

"To make you come further or else you'd just flee outside!" she snarled, shoving him again and feeling his hands freeing her wrists, but wrapping her in his arms from behind.

Buttercup relaxed against his chest and looked up, light green eyes meeting his dark green ones and his smug smile.

"Well, here I am" he smirked as he looked down on her, focusing on her breasts squeezed in her black lace bra.

"You're late, asshole" Buttercup grumbled as she grabbed the nape of his neck to push his head down towards hers, where her teeth bit softly his lower lip.

"Boooomie, I don't really think we should enter here…" Bubbles whimpered as she stood by his side at the entrance of the haunted house.

Boomer grimaced as he felt his hand being crushed by his girlfriend's grip. He glanced at the entry hall of the haunted house: nothing had changed since the last time he'd been there as a child.

He and Bubbles had been wandering around the abandoned park for a while: they had been at the carousel where they had taken a whole photo shooting set, then they had flown over the rails of the rollercoaster and had seated at the highest point, where they had taken a few romantics selfies of themselves kissing. From there, Bubbles could hear the screams and the laughs of the guests of the new park and she had become sad, so Boomer had decided to find their siblings so that they could go back to their original plan. He wanted her to be happy and smiling all the time.

He was sure he'd find at least one of his brothers at the haunted house and it took him a few minutes to remember the right direction, but here they were.

"I remembered that we loved coming to this place when we were kids… so maybe my brothers are here…?" he smiled at Bubbles reassuringly as he caressed her cheek and played with one of her tails.

Bubbles smiled sheepishly. "Okay, if you're with me—" she replied, but immediately froze in place and went pale. "Have… you… heard… it?"

"Heard what?"

"Someone's crying, I'm sure of it!" Bubbles complained, looking around at the dark and dusty hall of the house and clutching his arm.

Boomer smiled, amused. "Oh, come on Bubbles, I'm pretty sure the sound effects have been off for a while now…"

"NO! I'm sure someone's crying! Like… a girl's cry…" Bubbles trembled as she looked around nervously.

Boomer shrugged and heaved a sigh. "I'm pretty sure they're the Greens who are trying to sc—"

Suddenly, a loud scream broke the ghostly silence of the manor and Boomer and Bubbles jumped for the scare; Bubbles froze in place while Boomer took her hand and zipped out of the house with her.

"W-w-w-w-what… was… that?!" Bubbles muttered in a low voice, her face pale.

"Honestly, I have no idea" Boomer replied, his expression blank.

As Brick thrusted again into her with a low groan, Blossom brought a hand to her mouth, as she held onto him with the other one. He felt her grabbing onto him, clinging desperately as he thrusted into her with a feverish desire. He knew very well that he wouldn't be long as he felt her clenching incredibly hard, making his orgasm difficult to control. Another thrust and he felt Blossom moaning and trembling against him, a few tears running along her cheeks and wetting his own.

They'd had passionate offhand sex at school before, but this time it had totally been so sudden and rough that it had surprised him as well. He had managed to lower Blossom's blouse a little bit but he couldn't reach for her breasts and the fact that they were still dressed really bugged him. Brick bit her naked shoulder, working the skin and leaving a deep mark on it, and then groaned softly as she felt her whimpering and shuddering in his arms. In that moment, the voices of Boomer and Bubbles echoed in the house – according to the sound, they had to be at the entrance.

Blossom softly croaked a protest, but Brick didn't bother and began to thrust again, with a quicker rhythm this time, as she threw her head back against the door and tried to suppress her moans and pleasure whimpers with her hand. She didn't make it till the end though, because as Brick felt her body tense and squeeze him with an incredible force, her nails digging into his shoulders, Blossom used the hand on her mouth to grab his neck instead, and she then let out a loud, intense scream to release her climax.

"Fuck…" Brick groaned as he came immediately after hearing her cry, burying his face against her neck, his breath heavy.

They both let themselves slide down on the floor, still in each other arms, still connected, still feeling the rush of pleasure and adrenaline running through their veins and clouding their minds. Their reddish eyes were shining in the semidarkness of the haunted bedroom and their heavy breaths were caressing their skins.

"This… has been…" Brick tried to say, slightly out of breath.

"…so naughty…" Blossom moaned with a tiny, embarrassed, voice.

"Yeah. And so good!" Brick smirked as he kissed her naked shoulder sweetly.

Butch apparently wasn't going to let her turn around, as he kept on pressing her against the mirror from behind. Buttercup felt trapped in that powerful embrace, but at least she was starting to feel warm again: Butch's body was burning with desire as they kept on making out passionately – and a bit violently, she had to admit. The situation was becoming incredibly arousing: she had managed to make him mad and to turn him on at the same time. Butch was now holding her incredibly tight – almost painfully – with his right arm as he was blocking her hand against the mirror with his left arm.

Buttercup interrupted the kiss to gasp for air and Butch grunted in disappointment, biting her swollen lip softly and then letting his tongue trace the line of it.

"I want to fuck you so hard right now" Butch whispered as he started to suck at her neck, her socket, her shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys. Buttercup shivered intensely and let out a small moan as she felt an excited quiver between her legs. She felt his tongue slither along her shoulders, down her spine and she naturally bent forward, leaning against the mirror with her forearms and forehead.

"That's a good position" Butch growled with a gravelly voice as he freed her wrist and let his hands slip underneath her bra. He started to fondle her breasts feverishly as he pressed his erection against her ass and sank his teeth in the sensitive skin of her neck once more.

Buttercup couldn't hold back a loud moan as she threw her back, her teeth sinking in her lower lip, her breath gasping. His fingers were digging in the soft flesh of her breasts with a restless passion and she could already feel her wet mound dripping with desire.

"Buuutch…" Buttercup moaned with a tormented sigh and Butch let his hand slide down as it reached quickly her black panties. He caressed her there over the drenched fabric of her underwear and chuckled gently.

"Woah, Niagara Falls here…"

"Oh, shut up and just fuck me already, you dickhead!" Buttercup burst out as she grabbed the nape of his neck and pushed his face down towards hers to kiss him hard and almost painfully. He grumbled against her lips as their tongues met in a frantic kiss as his hand dealt with his jeans and the other one lowered her panties roughly.

Suddenly, Buttercup felt his hot hands holding her hips steadily and then a rush of pleasure hit her hard as his hips thrusted hard against hers, his voice growling into her ear as a loud whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. She could feel him inside her, hot and stiff, as he filled her completely with his length. He stood there still for a moment, feeling their heavy breaths breaking the silence of that abandoned place, and then he started to thrust up hard into her wetness, roughly and fast. Buttercup tried to hold herself up by leaning her forearms against her mirror in front of her and she managed to open her eyes to see the reflection of herself having sex with Butch, his expression a mix of unbearable pain and pleasure, her own face flushed and her eyes a little teary, and behind them their reflections repeated endlessly in that infinite series of mirrors, spying on them in that incredibly exciting moment of their lives. That sight was enough to shock her into an incredible orgasm, which made Butch shudder immediately with a loud groan; he then stopped and buried his head against her neck, his arms finally embracing her as they both fell their knees, sweaty and out of breath.

When Brick and Blossom reached the square, Bubbles and Boomer were waiting for them with a disappointed look.

"Where have you been?!" Bubbles protested as she wrapped her arms around her sister, starting her whimpering.

Brick approached Boomer at the other side of squared, who glanced at him with a wary expression.

"What?" Brick asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Where have you been?"

"At the haunted house"

"We've been here!"

"I know. We've heard you." Brick shrugged as he picked up his backpack and bags stuffed with food.

"…and now I'm pretty sure we've heard you as well" Boomer replied with a bewildered expression, realising what had probably happened inside the house.

"Yeah. You totally have." Brick confirmed with a smug smile.

"I mean, really? In a fucking abandoned haunted house?!"

"Hey, I love haunted houses!" Brick replied with a snicker.

"Aaaaand I love that shitty house of mirrors, I swear!" Butch exclaimed as he zipped suddenly between his brother, holding each one with an arm.

"You used to hate that place, you've never gone in not even once when we were kids!" Boomer replied as he tried to free himself from brother's hug.

"You smell like… sweat" Brick looked at him with a knowing look.

"And you smell like sex, big bro, just like me" Butch laughed merrily.

"Eww, you two, what's your deal!" Boomer complained as he rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Meanwhile, Buttercup had reached her sisters, who were sitting on a bench.

"Hey, beautiful ladies" she greeted them.

"Oh, it was about time!" Bubbles stood up and pouted "I'm dying to go to the amusement park! Can we leave this ugly place, please?!"

"Of course. Go get the boys over there" Buttercup nodded and, as Bubbles zipped off, she approached her older sister. "So, Blossom… why is your hair so messy and your face so flushed?"

Instinctively, Blossom brought her hands to her hair, but she realised that her sister was just making fun of her.

"For the same reason your clothes are all wrinkly and your neck's full of love bites" Blossom retorted with an amused smile.

Buttercup brought a hand to her neck, massaging it nervously and sneered at her sister. "You've really become a naughty girl, Blossom Utonium."

Blossom smiled smugly at her "I really have".

The End

I'm sorry it took me so long to update. But work and lack of inspiration had really troubled me for a while. Hope you've enjoyed this undemanding fanfiction. All reviews are well accepted! :)