Hey howdy hey! Ok I know it's been like forever and shit. My bad my dudes. I hope you do like this one. I took me a while to get inspired to write it. It's RATED M this one. Sexy scenes and sex. If you hate I'm sorry. And it's not the end. I swear. I think I have my mojo back, so more updates. I promise

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"We're a little full at casa de la Rowdy at the moment." Buttercup groaned, the conversation at hand already warring her patients. "We don't have enough room for seven people!"

"So, get a bigger place." Robin shrugged, not really caring about the outcome of the debate.

"With what money, Rob?" Buttercup growled.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Brick took a deep sigh as Blossom took her turn to talk. "You're going to have to move apartments in a few months anyways. Why would you sign another year long lease for only a few months?" She stated, her tone a little more tense than what it should have been.

"She's got a point, guys." Boomer caved, gaining sharp glares from both the greens and Brick.

"We don't have the money for a bigger place, Boomer." Butch seethed.

"The four of you alone don't have to pay for a place. The rest of us would obviously pitch in." Bubbles chirped.

"Why are we even talking about this?" Buttercup hollered. "It's not happening!"

Blossom sighed, changing her posture. "Buttercup," She started, "you're going to have to move closer to the campus anyways. All four of you are attending TU. Getting a bigger place now, one that has the bill split between seven people, will result in a cheaper payment for everyone." Standing fairly close to her sister and her gigantic boyfriend, Blossom took a risk in getting harmed.

It was silent for a moment, the greens and Brick all sharing a silent conversation in just glances and facial expressions. Brick seemed to be leaning more towards the idea of finding some place little bigger, and Butch as well, but Buttercup wasn't at all a fan of it. If she was being honest it wasn't the idea of moving to some place closer to campus or even somewhere a little more comfortable, she actually liked those ideas. It was the taught of living with Blossom again. The constant bickering, the being bossed around, the never ending need to be the head honcho of everything. It was the idea of living in what she had finally escaped from. Butch knew that, but he had to agree with Brick. They needed the new place, especially with more space.

"On one condition." Buttercup caved with a growl, turning towards Blossom.

"Anything." The two puffs chirped.

"Things can't go back to how they were at Professor's." Buttercup stood her ground.

"No way. No arguing, no bossy remarks. I promise." Blossom cried as she hugged her ravenette sister.

All Buttercup was sure of was that her sister's statement was nothing short of an empty promise. "Yeah, yeah. When are we going house shopping?" The question was directed to Brick. He knew that Buttercup wasn't going to leave a single choice up to Blossom, and she was going to be looking to him for final say on things. What a headache all of this turned out to be.

"We don't have school today." He sighed through his nose. Between Buttercup's harsh glares and Butch's hard glances, his day was going to be super long.

"We have to study today!" Blossom whined.

A low groan escaped Buttercup's throat before she say, "Well, you're the one who brought all of this up, Red. Time to put the books aside and pick up a renters column of the old newspaper." Perched in Butch's lap, Buttercup leaned her head against his. Both of them had been rudely woken up by several bangs on their door, sleep still calling their names.

"We have a math test Monday." Blossom snipped, gaining a raised brow from her sister.

"Blossom, it's Friday." Bubbles chimed. "Can't you study tomorrow?" She asked.

Exhaling through his nose, Brick jumped in. "Yes we can. Everyone has an hour before we head out." He pushed himself up from his seat and stalked off to his room.

Smirking at her now pissy sister, Buttercup let Butch pick her up and then set her carefully back onto the floor. She turned on her heels and bounced off uncharacteristically back to their room, Butch behind her with his hands folded behind his head, his eyes on her ass and smirk on his lips. As they turned to corner to their small hallway one of his hands came down and slapped her right where he'd been staring, gaining a small giggle out of her. In return she playfully smacked his arms before trailing a finger down his arms and interlocking their hands and pulling him to their shared room. Amused, his brow went up with a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Might as well enjoy these early hours." He said smugly, his voice husky with a deep meaning.

Pushing him back on to their bed before closing their door, Buttercup answered with, "I still have to pay you back for last night." A seductive gleam in her eyes as she shut the door and slowly lowering on to her knees.

"Yes you do." Butch grinned, his arms going back behind his head as his lovely, naughty, beautiful girlfriend took charge.

Scrambling to get dressed, the two were tugging on shirt and a pair of jeans as they rushed out of their room. Butch had a lazy and satisfied lopsided grin on his face as followed his extremely giddy girlfriend out to the living room where everyone else was waiting for them. A look of aggravation was displayed on Brick's face as Robin and Boomer looked at the two with knowing shit-eating smirks on their faces. Bubbles and Blossom were blissfully clueless to why the two took so damn long. As Buttercup halted in front of everyone in the hall entrance, Butch leaned against the frame, one of his hands rubbing circles along her back.

"I said an hour." Brick growled.

"Well, I tried to rush her, but the girl likes to take her time." Butch shrugged smugly.

Buttercup tried to hold back a laugh as she said, "I'm a perfectionist." Boomer was hunched over, his shoulders shacking in strain. Robin was turned with a hand over her mouth.

Rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up and lead the group out of the apartment. The four behind him were quietly chuckled among themselves. Butch circled his arm around Buttercup, kissing her neck as she laughed as Robin mocked choking in a vulgar way. Bubbles raised a questioning brow as Boomer shook his head and lead her away from the dirty minded threesome.

As they walked down the street Brick searching through his phone for local houses for rent. Blossom searched for the quickest roots to the school from every address Brick looked up, Bubbles searching for the local malls and Starbucks. Boomer lazily watched Bubbles search over her shoulder while Buttercup and Butch alternated from sucking face and joking with Robin. As they passed another foot court in the local outlet malls, Butch groaned as he partially leaned on Buttercup.

"I'm hungry." He sighed.

"Poor baby." Buttercup rolled her eyes as she turned back to her conversation with Robin.

He furrowed his brows before he said, "I didn't get to eat this morning. Unlike some people."

Rolling her eyes, Buttercup retorted as she turned to face him with her arms crossed, "I didn't eat this morning."

A familiar gleam shone in his eyes as he said, "Yes you did."

"No, Butch, I didn't." She scoffed.

"You had a big helping of sausage this morning." He smirked, his arm reaching out to pull her to him.

She snorted. "More like a Vienna Sausage."

"That's not what you'll be saying tonight." He growled seductively, trailing his hands down to behind her knees before swiftly pulling them up and around his waist.

"Oh, really?" She played along, running her fingers through his soft hair.

"Most definitely." He muttered against the hollow of her throat, nipping at the skin.

Giggling at the contact, Buttercup fisted his hair and pulled his head back. "Sounds like someone wanted to feast on something else thing morning." She purred.

"All the time." He purred back, nuzzling his nose against the side of her exposed neck.

"You know you two are insanely gross. Right?" Robin mocked

"Totally." The both answered just before Butch maneuvered Buttercup from around his waist to over his shoulder.

"Ok, knock it off back there." Brick demanded, forcing Butch to gently place Buttercup back down onto her feet.

"Did we finally find a possible place?" Boomer perked up.

Nodding, Brick threw his chin up in the direction of a two story house. Tall and from the outside, it looked rather spacious. But to the greens and Robin it still looks too small for all their personalities. "Brick, it's a bit small." Robin chirped, grimacing at the sight of the place.

"It's got a lower level." He muttered without looking away.

"So, three stories?" Blossom hummed.

He nodded before adding, "It's got nine bedrooms, six bathrooms."

"Well, lets check the place out then." Butch rolled his eyes, pushing past everyone. He was tired of walking around and wanted food, so the sooner they got this over with the sooner he could eat...and then other things that required Buttercup's presence.

"Prick." Brick groaned before leading the others in.

The house was pretty spacious. The main floor was wide, the living room big enough for three master couched and a giant TV with a kitchen that had Bubbles in tears. There was one of the master bedrooms on the main floor, just past the stairs on the left with a luxury bathroom with a stand in shower and a separate tub. The second floor had a wide corridor with five of the other bedrooms, three on the right wall and two on the left. There was one master bedroom on that floor, the first in front of the stairs with a bathroom a little smaller than the one on the main floor. The other four bedrooms were a tab smaller with shared bathrooms just outside the rooms themselves. The lower lever was like a whole other apartment complex. It had it's own living room wider than the one on the main floor, a kitchenette, and two bedrooms- one a master bedroom with a luxury bathroom and closet. It was perfect for them. The price had to be higher than Heaven.

"It's perfect for us." Blossom sighed.

"It's more bedrooms than we need." Brick sighed.

"Are you kidding? We could turn those extra rooms into training rooms." Buttercup shot out. "Brick, this place was built for us."

"She's got a point, brother." Butch said in awe. "We call the lower level, though. The farther and more secluded I can keep this one the better." He said quickly and hug his smaller girlfriend.

"The kitchen was beautiful." Bubbles teared up again, Boomer rubbing her back soothingly.

Blossom sighed and turned to face her not-yet-boyfriend. "Brick, this place is perfect. Buttercup and Butch could have their own space so there wouldn't be as many fights, Bubbles gets her dream kitchen so that means home cooked meals instead of having to go out all the time, and we get a training room to really work out. Plus, did you see the back yard? It's big enough for us to spare on and not get in major trouble or put anyone at risk." Her arms were folded over her chest, her features serious.

Brick locked eyes with his counterpart for a feat beats, contemplating in his head what a smaller place would be like. Realizing the cost was worth avoiding all the fights and having to hear Buttercup and Butch go at it, he sighed and hung his head. "Which room do you want?"

"The master bedroom on the main floor." She chirped before throwing her arms around his neck before planting a big kiss on his lips.

A small hint of something swirled in his eyes as she pulled away. "You owe me something special, Utonium."

"Strip show and all." She quietly promised.

With a small smirk playing on his lips Brick looked up at his makeshift family and said, "Welcome home, guys."

"Casa De Rowdy is a go people." Buttercup cheered as Butch picked her up and spun in victory.

After signing the paperwork and realizing that the Powerpuffs got them a huge discount on the place and rent, the group set for moving in. It wasn't immediate or anything. Between school and packing, no one had really slept in the new house yet. Brick informed their apartment landlord that they were not going to be renewing their lease and was given the move out date. He and Blossom had taken it upon themselves to decorate the main floor with a three piece couch of pale grey and two matching armchairs, Brick's old big Flat screen TV, and throw pillows of their signature colors in pale green, sky blue, and soft red. Butch and Buttercup decorated their living room with a Bladen sofa of a dark brown leather and two matching recliners on either side, an entertainment system with a 65'' flat screen and surround sound, and a new fridge big enough for snacks and drinks. The living areas were all pitched in for those who would use them, EX: Bubbles and Boomer pitched in for the expenses for the main level living room while Robin pitched in for the lower level.

"Butch, we do not need a bigger bed." Buttercup groan as she stood in front of a California King bed inside the store Butch all but dragged her into.

"Are you kidding? Buttercup, that bed is tiny. It's only a Full and it barely fits both of us." He argued as he propped himself up on his elbows as he laid on the bed. "You're always smashed up against that wall, and besides," He got serious for a small second, "think of all the girls before you that have been on that thing."

Stiff as a board, Buttercup nodded. "Good point."

Smirking, Butch laid back across the bed as Buttercup searched for a sails rep. Besides the bed, the two greens bought a second dresser and a vanity, plus a black duvet for their new bed and new pillows and cases. It was expensive, but with the Hero's discount and the owner insisting on the pillows and cases being free, it wasn't out of their budget completely. It took them all of three hours to move, build, and set up their new furniture in their new place. Moving all the the crap they already owned however was a completely different story. By the end of two weeks, they had their new rooms completely set up. It helped that they didn't really care about their school work. In the middle of the far wall sat their bed with it's new black headboard and frame, decorated in their new black duvet and matching sheets, silky black pillows, and green throw blanket on the foot of the bed. Next to their new bed was twin black nightstands, it was obvious which belonged to which, and a soft green throw rug in front of the bed. On the left side was the bathroom that Buttercup had decorated with a black floor mat, thick white towels, and a black shower curtain, and to the right was their luxury closet where their matching-you guessed it-stained black dressers resided. On the left, next to the bathroom entrance was Buttercup's small Vanity, and next to it was Butch's single storage locker where he kept all their work out supplies. On the right, several feet away from the wall was a punching bag that hung from their ceiling. In front of their bed, on the wall, was their 43'' TV. To them it was simple.

"I can't wait to take you in every inch of this place." Butch muttered in Buttrcup's ear as she stood in front of their closet, finally finished with organizing their crap.

"Hmm," She purred in return, holding the hands the belong to the arms that were encasing her.

"Try to keep quiet since I am right next to you guys." Robin groaned as she left their room and retreated to hers. Her room was actually simple. Her bed was their old Full mattress and frame, with a new white duvet and purple sheets of course. She had Butch's old dresser that they never used, the wood slight worn down, and Buttercup's old Vanity from her room at the Utonium household. She had a slightly bigger than average closet that had everything in place, and her bathroom was outside her room and across from it on the other end of the lower level. She had an old nightstand that had once been Brick's and Boomer's old trunk to store her books and things. Simplistic. Her bathroom she let Buttercup decorate in green with a green mat, a green and white curtain, and thick white towels. The frames on the walls had been pictures of cacti and other green plants.

"If you three are done, we could use some help up here!" Brick called down the stairs, the door hiding them wide open.

Just before the big move in, Blossom and he had discussed their relationship. It was getting pretty sexual and was already rather exclusive, so they just decided to label it what it already pretty much was. A full blown relationship. So, Brick had opted to move all of Blossom's things in with his on the room on the main level. She had taken her old King size bed from the Utomium residence, but let him help pick out the new grey sheets, comforter, and pillow cases. She insisted on the deep red throw pillows. Gives the rooms a splash of color, is what she had said. He let her pick out the ruby red throw rug that laid in front of their bed and the white furniture (Ie: the dressers with silver handles, their matching nightstands, and her Vanity). Their closet was slightly smaller than their siblings living below them, so their dressers sat on opposite ends of the room, facing each other. Their bathroom, Blossom had let Brick help pick the decore out. Fluffy grey towels, grey mats, and a white and red curtain. Brick had the liberty of getting their new 43'' Smart TV that he just had to have.

"You need help? I've still got two dressers to move!" Boomer groaned.

"What's Bubbles doing?" Blossom asked, appearing to help Brick.

"Kitchen." Was his only answer before heading upstairs.

When Boomer had gone shopping with Bubbles she had been so focused on getting the kitchen wear, such as all new Rachel Ray pots, pans, and utensils, Boomer had to get everything for their room. Yes, their room. The day they bought the damn place, Bubbles had laid a fat kiss on him and it went all up hill from there. The sickly cute couple had finally gotten together. And he had to pick out their room's everything. He hated every second of it. Bubbles let him bring her old King bed and frame from her old room, but he had to get the deep blue sheets and white sheets and duvet, the navy blue pillows and white throw pillows Bubbles had to have. He had to get the dark blue dressers that sat facing each other on opposite sides of the room, Bubbles white Vanity that sat next to her dresser on the right side. He had to get the matching nightstands and the white throw rug because Bubbles insisted on having a white one even though she didn't go shopping for it. He got the sea decor for the bathroom, the sea shells, the soft blue towels and curtain, the pictures of the sea and buoys. He only took joy in buying the 43'' TV and Roku system.

"I gotcha, big guy." Butch ran up the steps, skipping two or three each stride, and holding the other end of the dresser.

It took a couple more hours of work and the girls nitpicking, but it was finally done. The boys exhaled tiresomely, collapsing on the main floor couch and chairs. Buttercup strutted over to her lovely boyfriend and sat on his lap, playing with his hair and scratching his scalp soothingly. He purred in acceptance, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel. He rubbed her back lazily, his other hand running up and down her thigh leisurely. He barely opened his eyes too look at her beautiful girl as she look in awe of their new place. He gave her thigh a small squeeze, her head snapping towards him. A warm smile on her lips as she leans down and pecked his lips. Teasingly she pulled away and kept her lips just a hair away froerm his before he smirked and wrapped his hand in her hair and pushed her lips toward his.

"Well, we did it." Brick huffed, Blossom nestling into his side, her head resting on his chest.

"We're home." Blossom hummed.

"I'll make breakfast tomorrow." Bubbles chirped as she let Boomer mold her into his chest, his arms wrapped loosely behind her neck. He grinned at that, agreeing.

"Ok, well I'm going to bed." Robin yawned. "You two coming down?" She asked the greens. Buttercup nuzzled into Butch's neck, so he nodded for them, lifting her up and following behind their friend.

"G'night." Buttercup tiredly waved.

"Night, guys." Brick sighed, lightly shaking Blossom's shoulder.

"Hm?" She looked up, sleep written all over her fac

"Shower and bed?" He asked, looking down at her. She nodded and he stood up and helped her up, allowing her to lean against him with her arms wrapped around his waist. "Goodnight you two." He said in the direction of the two standing blues. Boomer nodded as a response and then let Bubbles led him up the stairs.

Showered and dressed in just one of Butch's massive T-shirts, Buttercup crawled into bed and nuzzled up against Butch, laying her head in the crook of his neck, looking at him as he watched the TV ahead of them. Slowly and gently she played with his damp curls, twirling a few stands between her thumb and pointer finger. He didn't look away from the TV, but he ran his hand up and down her side soothingly. As he continued to watch South Park on the TV screen, Buttercup took the liberality of planting small kisses in the place where Butch's jaw and neck met, and up towards his jawline. In response he gave her ass a good squeeze, but his eyes were still on the screen.

"Butch," Buttercup mewed, adjusting herself from his side to straddling him still kissing his neck and shoulder. His hand stayed on her thigh, lightly running up and down it as his other still gripped the remote for the TV he was glued to.

"Hm?" Was his only response.

Buttercup kissed further down his chest, over the beginning of his tattoo, his peck, the valley between the two. "Butch, Baby," She muttered against the hollow of his neck, where his adam's apple sat.

"What?" He mumbled, but still not giving her the attention she was craving.

So, she sat up, still straddling him and blocking his view of the TV. "Butch," She more firmly, snapping his attention to her. To the way her small frame sat under his T-shirt, the way the neck was too big for her and how it slightly slide off her left shoulder, how her hair-still damp-sat on her shoulders and some strands in her eyes, how her lips were slightly pursed and begging him to bit them. But mostly to the way she was straddling him with her hands on his chest, her nails lightly scratching him. His wild cat. "Play?" She asked, her head cocking to the side ever so slightly, making him instantly at attention under her.

"Oh you bet." His said as his mouth became insanely dry. In one quick motion he grabbed both thighs, flipped her on her back, and pinned her to the bed. He latched his lips to her neck, nipping and kissing the small pain that send shivers down her spine. His hand on her left thigh slowly and tortuously slid up her waist, her torso, and under the shirt that had been bunched up her stomach. His thumb skimmed the skin under her breast, chills shooting down her. Quickly he pulled the shirt from her toned form, tossing it into the abyss of the rest of the room. His latched his lip onto her collar bone, the sweet spot that made her purr his name every time.

"Butch...nyaa...don't tease." She gasped as his hands circled above her abdomen and knead her aching, heavy breast. She felt him smirk against her throat, swatting his head before she found her spot, the one that nearly made her scream his name every time, and it was just the kissing part. She felt him shift to her otherside, his hand reaching out his nightstand, yanking the small drawer open.

"God, I love you." He muttered against her skin as his hand desperately searched for a foil packet. He pushed against her, showing her what she did to him, pulling a mewl from her lips. "I'll never get tired of this." He said heatedly into her ear, nipping at the lobe just has he found his target. "Of you. The way you wither beneath me." He ground into her as he ripped open the packet with his teeth. "Of the way to let me do such dirty things to do. Of the way you feel against me." As he let her slip the latex protection onto him, he licked up the column of her throat. "Of the way you taste." He growled against her cheek before roughly kissing her as he slammed into her. She arched into him as he swallowed her moan as he grunted. "Of the way you feel around me." Was the last thing he got out before the two went full throttle into their throws of passion.

...Poor Robin heard it off and on, all night long.

The next morning Buttercup woke up, curled up against Butch's hard chest. She looked up at his beautiful face as he continued to lightly snore. She reached up and lightly traced his full lips, remembering the things they did to her. The confessions of love they said to her, the things the hotly growled in her ears while in the heat of passion. They way they kissed her when she was happy, when she was sad, angry. She let her fingers lightly run up to Butch's hair. The feeling of the abnormally soft curls under her fingers. She loved his hand, especially when his head was buried between her legs. She loved to pull it, play with it, run her hands through it. She loved how it looked when Butch woke up, tussled and messy. Just the sight of him, everything about him, had her instantly pooling between the legs.

A wicked idea spun it's way into her head, and she decided to slowly and sweetly wake up her love. When he woke up, he was panting and groaning, his hand instantly going to her hair to pet it in encouragement. Butch fully awake was a master of sex, but when he was barely half awake, his eyes fogging with sleep and lust, his voice rough and unyielding, and his hair tousled...well it was beyond anything else in the world when he was wicked and lazy as he took his time. Flashes of him laying her on her stomach, raising her hips to his wicked and torturous tongue, made their way into her mind as she sat at the breakfast table. Her thighs instantly clenched, his hands there as his thumb rubbed lazy circles. He grinned to himself as he filled her mouth full of the delicious eggs, ham, bacon, oatmeal, and pancakes Bubbles had prepared.

"Buttercup," Blossom called, pulling Buttercup out of her sex hazed daydream, "are you ok?" She asked as she sipped her coffee.

Straightening up, making Butch chuckle to himself. "Yeah. I'm all good." She said and started shoveling food into her mouth. It took everything in her not to let her mind travel to Butch pushing into her that morning, one of her legs over her shoulder, the other wrapped around his torso. She shook slightly, gulping down her orange juice.

"Butch? How'd you sleep?" Bubbles chirped, delicately cutting her pancakes.

"Oh, amazingly." He grunted as he swallowed. "But," he spoke more clearly, "waking up was even better." He chuckled as Buttercup kicked his shin under the table, forcing her blush from her cheeks. Brick and Boomer's eyes both shot to Buttercup knowingly and in shock, Bubbles and Blossom furrowed their brows in confusion, looking to one another. Robin however just grunted as she attempted to hold her laughter in.

"I thought you hate waking up." Blossom spoke aloud.

Smirking, a canine poking from behind his lips, he said, "There are someways to make waking up enjoyable, even for those who hate waking up."

"How?" Bubbles cooed, her food forgotten.

"Don't answer that!" Boomer shot, stopped, and thought for a second. "Actually, please do." He smirked and rubbed Bubbles shoulder as she looked at him with a confused glance.

Butch grinned and looked down to Buttercup before opening his mouth to sleep. "Butch," She growled, forcing him to stop but allowed him to still chuckle to himself. Buttercup got up and strutted over to her sister to whisper the answer in her ear. As Butch watched Bubbles turned redder and redder, his laughter got louder and louder.

"Oh," Bubbles said softly, before coughing and turning to Boomer. "And you'd like to wake up that way?" Everyone around them bursted into tears from laughter, Buttercup falling into Butch's lap.

Boomer, blushing pink, coughed and said, "I wouldn't hate waking up like that."

"Me either." Brick smirked, looking down at Blossom who looked as confused as ever. Brick's smirk grew wider before he leaned down and whispered what they were discussing in her ear.

"Oh. Yeah, no I wouldn't hate waking up in a similar way." Blossom smiled innocently as all the boys coughed on their drinks or air itself.

"There you go." Robin said in shocked approval.

"That's what I'm saying." Buttercup grinned, smacking Butch on the chest. "Take notes, Butchy Boy. It's your turn next time."

It took Bubbles a second to catch on before she said. "I would thoroughly enjoy something like that."

"Yeah, Bubbles!" Buttercup and Robin cheered.

Each boy looked as though something incredibly impossible or horrible had just happened in front of them. Little Bubbles, in the white dress and blouse-y blue cardigan, had just spoke one something sexual...openly. "What? It seems like a great way to start the day." She shrugged and went back to her food.

"It is, Bubs." Butch spoke smugly, wrapping his arms around Buttercup's torso.

School was such a drag. With the teasing and tempting looks from the Butch, and the way his hand found it's way up her skirt every few minutes had Buttercup itching to go home, throw Butch on the bed, and ravish him. And have him worship her body in all the ways he wanted. Her sex drive was through the roof, and it was incredible tortuous to sit through Cantress's literature lecture and think about these things. But as soon as the bell rang, Buttercup and Butch both rushed for their PE class. Butch had his basketball practice and Buttercup had her cheerleading. Maybe some good ol' fashion exercise would relieve them both.

"It's not helping." Butch groaned as he watched his beautiful and very, very flexible and double-jointed girlfriend practice.

"What's not helping?" Brick asked as he approached his brother, toweling off his sweaty face. A growl and noticing Buttercup answered his question. "Dude, what is with you? You had sex on the mind all the time before her, but now it's like you're a nympho."

"Look at her. The way she bends like that." Butch groaned inwardly.

Brick looked to his girlfriend's sister and flatly said, "She's literally just touching her toes."

"I don't know, man. It's like everything she does gets me hard and ready to go. It's completely abnormal, dude!" Butch explained. "And when another guy gets close to her? Oh forget it. It takes everything in me just to pretend it doesn't make me want to rip someone's head off."

"Possessive much?" Boomer furrowed her brows.

"She's like that too!" Butch exclaimed. "It's not just me. She gets that way to."

Brick thoughts swirled in his mind. Facts and theories intertwining together. "You said you get highly possessive about each other. Your sex drive has been through the roof. And now simple things like exercise and cold showers don't help?" He asked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Exactly. And sex feels better almost. Like it's all consuming." He grunted, watching Buttercup slid gracefully into a splits. "Fuck!" He growled and caved. He rushed over to his girlfriend and pulled her up before leading her to some supply closet to have his way with her.

"What are you thinking, Brick." Boomer asked, watching his brother's features contort into an all too familiar thought consumed face.

"How long have they been together?" Brick asked.

"I don't know. Six months maybe. They've been so close it's hard to tell." Boomer shrugged. "Latest, I'd say nine, earliest I'd say seven."

"She moves into the apartment like nine months ago. And from the second the principal places the Bonding thing in place Butch stopped sleeping around." Brick stated.

"All facts." Boomer shrugged.

Brick thought for a second before storming off to find Blossom.

"I don't know. It could be possible." Professor sighed, rubbing his stubble.

"Something like mating?" Brick questioned.

Sighing through his nose, the Professor said, "Well, you six are your own species. We still barely know anything about your instincts or your natural drive."

"So, we could be like animals that have mates. Like wolves, mating for life." Blossom realized.

"Well, I think it's on a deeper level. Like a bond you could feel, but not see." Brick stated. "For example, have you ever noticed when one of them is feeling something extreme like sadness or sickness, it's almost like the other feels it."

"Like when Buttercup was down after nightmare." Blossom shot up. "Butch, who's normally very intact and swagger-ish, couldn't even keep his balance when walking."

"Exactly." Brick said.

"So, what? What's deeper than mating?" Professor asked.

"Soul mates maybe?" Blossom shrugged, unsure.

"Not maybe. I think that's precisely it." Brick groaned. "We were Made. We weren't anything originally. Just some ingredients in a bowl mixed with chemical X. I think whatever life force we were pulled from, it was something that designed us to find equals. Soul Mates."

"That's deep." Professor said, almost accidentally it seemed.

"Thank you, Professor. I think I have all I need." Brick said quickly before grabbing Blossom's hand and dashing off to their home.

"So, you think we're so obsessed with one another because we're...Mated?" Buttercup asked slowly, processing the information as she sat in Butch's lap, his hand on her thigh and his arm around her waist.

"Think about it, Buttercup. You would have never let any boy do anything that Butch does. You wouldn't let some boy pull you into his lap like Butch does, or touch you the way he's doing now." Blossom stated, gesturing to their current position.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Brick spoke. "Ok, so me a favor." He sighed, "Butch close your eyes and focus on Buttercup."

"Ok." Butch groaned and did as asked.

"Ok, do you feel or see anything? Smell anything?" Brick asked his brother as he watched Butch's brows furrow.

"Well there is-" Buttercup gasped and shot up.

"What?" Brick and Blossom jumped towards her.

Confused and looking at Butch who was now standing up and looking back at her. "I-I don't know. It's not like something hurt or..."

"Or physically did anything." Butch finished.

"What?" Brick snapped.

"There was like this tether." Butch started. "I don't know. It was this energy tied between us?" He didn't know how to say it. "I grabbed it and just tugged it?"

"And there was this pull. Not physical pull, like him grabbing my arm or anything like that, but this pull on my soul? I felt it, this tug within me and it was linked to him." Buttercup spoke, but it was hard to make it into words.

"Wait, let me try something." Butch said, sitting down and focusing hard. His brows furrowed and his jaw was clenched tightly. Buttercup went to touched him until she gasped and looked off into space as if she was staring at something in front of her. Blush tinted her cheeks and then she slapped Butch on the arm. "What did you see?" He asked.

"You know what I saw." Buttercup growled. "This morning. After you woke up." She seethed through gritted teeth.

"Dead on." Butch smirked.

Confused the two reds looked at them, waiting for an explanation. "I sent this image down the...bond? Yeah. Bond. I sent this image down the bond, like a memory, and she got it. We're telepathic!" Butch shouted.

Groaning, Brick shook his head. "No. Not really. You can only communicate to one another through that bond tethering the two of you together."

The two greens looks at one another, seemingly having a conversation with one another, before both smirked widely and rushed away from their siblings and down to their room.

"Mated." Buttercup huffed as she laided naked, curled up next to Butch who stared at the ceiling with a wide smile.

"Yeah," He finally let out. "The two of us, soul mates. Who'd have known, huh?" He mocked, gaining him a playful smack to the gut.

"Not funny." She chuckled.

"OK, so everyone knew. I mean, we were fated to be together, but thanks to Brick and Blossom we know our kind mates and we're actually like, written in the stars." Butch said, comfortingly rubbing circles in her back. "No wonder we knew each other so well. We have this direct line to one another." He smirked, thinking about sending another clip of his personal porno through the bond.

"If you send me one more image of you behind me, licking my core, I will kill you. Mate or not." She growled, reading it on his face.

A brow raised in amusement. "What about the real thing?" He smirked, leaning into her and folding her into him. He pulled her leg over her hip, pressing into her, fully ready to go. A mewl was pulled from her as he kissed the spot under her jaw. Her hand went to his hair, the other scratching down his back pulling groans and purrs from him. As things heated, their hands found each other and intertwined, Butch placing them gently above her head as he positioned himself between her legs, at her entrance.

"How will it be this time, Mate?" He asked, sucking on the skin conjoining her neck and shoulder.

"Love me." Was all she said, and he broke.

He pushed into her, slow so that every inch was savored. The gasps pulled from her, the tensing of her hands against his, the way she looked under him had Butch ready to burst right there and then, but he held it. For her. He let her adjust before pulling out slowly a few inches before slamming back into her, a pleasured yelp escaping her. Since they were the Guinea Pigs in this discovery, Butch would have fun exploring this new found part of themselves with her. Each time with her made him feel that he was more than the chemical that brought him to life. More than X. And now, because of her and the love he felt for her, he discovered he was. They were. All of them. Each one of them were more than just X and they had more meaning. It was all thanks to her that he discovered this.

As they both came undone together, Buttercup caught glimpses down their new found bond. When she finally came down from her high and was able to utter a thought she said, "That's how you see me?" A smile on her face and happy tears brimming her eyes.

"You are my entire world. My everything. I couldn't breath if something-"

"Shh," Buttercup places a careful finger on his lips, tracing them. "Shh. It's ok. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" He choked.

"Swear." She said, looking into his eyes. "And I see you too. I see you and I feel all of that." She said, cupping his cheek and rubbing her thumb across it. "I see and love you. Always." She promised. Sealing it with a kiss. A searing, loving one with everything she had in it.