'What kind of sorcery is this?' Zach and Ythan thought at the same time.
Zach was petrified. The unusual phenomenon spreading from his hypersensitive nape down to his receptive nerves clouded his five senses. It circulated all throughout his body, finding its way to his 'little member' which even the sun couldn't shine upon. This little member responded by gently moving up, partly detaching itself from the two eggs—the home of a million tadpoles.
'Did... Did he trigger my prostate? But it's impossible! How?' Zach thought as he remembered their latest discussion in Anatomy.
In all Zach's fairness, he had never dared to play with his little member in his entire life. Although he also experienced things called 'wet dreams' and 'morning wood'—waking up sticky in his underwear—lust was never in his vocabulary. Sexual arousal was an alien experience for him. He could even barely remember the cause of his wet dreams. This boy had indeed low testosterone levels—one of the underlying reasons why his youthful and feminine appearance sustained.
On the other picture, Ythan snickered on the theatrical performance his father's favored one presented. He pondered how this little kitten acquired the ability to entertain people. His eagle eyes zoomed in and enjoyed the panorama of Zach's scruff waving under his breath's control.
'Only my voice and breath? Heh.'
As both complemented each other's thoughts, they could not still fathom how a human body could respond to such a stimulus. These novices had still a lot to learn on unraveling the mysteries of the human physiology.
Zach gradually regained his senses. He slowly turned around, bowing down his head. He knew if he would catch a glimpse of the owner of the hair-raising voice, a more magnanimous reaction would occur—other part of his body, not just his hair, would also be in a dangerous vertical position.
His gaze averted to the person's hand, seeing SpongeBob smiling at him. "SpongeBob!" Happiness flowed within Zach; unicorns and rainbows danced over his head. He reached for SpongeBob, but the man sneaked it away. He was about to give the man the harshest glare he could ever portray, but instinct told him otherwise. He moaned and bent his head down again.
Zach was thinking on how to solve this dilemma when a burning sensation traversed along his scalp. Contrary to how the man's voice was freezing cold, his stare was melting hot—the man was both Cyclops and Elsa running around on a rampage.
The fiery feeling on his scalp continued to unsettle Zach. Before he would panic, like how Rapunzel would if she lost her hair, he forcibly opened the door of tranquility. As he imagined the waves of calmness washing away his anxiety, he slowly looked up to see the other man's face. His sight firstly caught the man's white long sleeves paired with a grey vest. He glanced further to see the black scarf hanging on the man's neck, and all the way up reaching the young man's eyes looking straight into his own.
'!!!!!!,' his head shot a lot of colorful exclamation marks above him.
Zach felt surreal. His heart skipped a beat. All the blood in his veins rushed to his little member, soaring it to greater heights.
'How? How can prince charming pop out from a fairy tale?' Zach's jaw dropped.
"Are you sure this is yours?" Ythan repeated.
The man's voice resonated in Zach's mind again and again. It was dragging Zach to places he knew he should never find.
"A-Am I yours? No, I mean I am yours... Dang, it! I mean what's yours? No, that sounds wrong... What's mine?" Zach couldn't hear his own words.
Ythan kept quiet, looking at how the kid stammered and flustered. He raised the slipper again.
"This." Ythan pointed at SpongeBob, pressing against his chest.
"Your heart?" Zach clarified.
Ythan frowned. However, deep inside, he was torn between laughing or crying.
After a few seconds of silence, Zach realized his mistake. His face turned as scarlet as Little Red Riding Hood's Cloak. If the conversation were to continue, he could be the first person to die out of shame, like how the princess would've felt if the frog prince remained to be a frog even after the passionate kiss.
"Oh! Oh! I'm really sorry. Yes, that slipper is mine."
Ythan's eyes traced down, reaching Zach's right foot.
'No-no. How can I explain this one?' "Ehrr... Yo-you know things happen and I need to wear a different pair of slippers. Haha." Zach tittered as he tried to explain himself. 'Jiejie, where are you when I need you the most?' Zach's palms were sweating. "Just gi-give me SpongeBob back... Please?"
"Let's try to fit this then." Ythan squatted and looked at Zach. "Lift your left foot."
"Wa-wait. There's no need. I can manage."
"Lift your left foot." Ythan's voice screamed authority.
"O-okay." Zach lifted his barefoot as he looked away.
Ythan noticed that Zach struggled to maintain his balance. Zach's small foot dangled on the air.
"Hold my shoulders so you can stay still."
"O-Okay." Zach knew better than to disobey.
As soon as Zach touched the man's broad shoulders, his heart began to jump faster. More blood rushed downward, and his little member twitched in confusion. His hands trembled as it connected to the man's outlined muscles, covered with white sleeves.
"Your foot is dirty. I hope you won't mind me cleaning it up." Ythan's hand slowly made its way to Zach's foot, brushing off the pebbles. Every time he touched the boy's bare skin, Zach's grip became tighter.
Ythan slipped SpongeBob back to the boy after ensuring that he removed all hindering particles. Upon full contact, a jolt of electricity surged from Zach's left foot.
"Ah!" Zach's reflexes activated, causing him to jump away from the man. He lost grip to the man's shoulders, and his body's center of gravity shifted to his back. His right foot slipped and he started to lose ground.
"Uh!" Zach closed his eyes, bracing for the impact. He was imagining for the magic carpet to save him when an icy sensation wrapped his frail waist and caught him instead.
"I told you to hold my shoulders." The man's breath lingered in front of Zach. It smelled chocolate—dark chocolate.
Zach opened his eyes and saw his reflection on the man's dark brown irises. His lips inches away from kissing Prince Charming. 'He saved me...'
Ythan immediately regretted this aggressive move. He succumbed to these blue eyes, ripping his sanity apart. These aquamarines he loved and hated the most: the feeling of both home and abandonment, the sense of hope and despair. He was caught by them—arresting him to another dimension.
"ZACH, RUN!"
Hearing those words, Ythan managed to break free from the spell. Something was flying toward him. He quickly lifted Zach and himself and arched his head to the side.
The egg avoided the young master, but it was about to hit Zach.
"Uh!" Zach closed his eyes, bracing for the impact. He was imagining for Elsa to freeze the egg when an icy sensation grazed his forehead and caught the egg instead.
"You okay?" The man's scent lingered in front of Zach. It smelled of chocolate—dark chocolate.
Zach opened his eyes and saw the man's knuckles on his brow. They were inches away from brushing his lips. 'He saved me... Again.'
Ythan had caught the egg in the nick of time and spun it on his finger without breaking it. He looked over his shoulder and saw a lady with a mouth wide-open. He scowled at the egg and asked Zach, "Is this also yours?"
"N-no. I already have two," Zach responded without thinking.
Ythan snickered.
Zach opened and closed his mouth like a fish grappling for oxygen. He processed what had happened and five words came into his mind.
'Big Bad Wolf, swallow me...'
Zach planned to run away when he saw Sabrina taking out a phallic vegetable from her plastic bag. Sabrina bent her arm, about to throw it to Ythan.
'No-no. Not the eggplant.'
"Jiejie, it's not what you think. He just found and returned SpongeBob!" Zach panicked.
Sabrina dashed towards her little brother and hugged him with all of her might. "Oh, Gahd! I thought this guy would do you out in the open." She turned her gaze to the six-foot lad. She was startled. "He-he should do me instead."
"..."
A black luxury car came into a screeching halt across the road. Mr. Harris exited the 2018 Cadillac CTS Sedan and walked toward his young master. He put his phone back into his pocket.
"Young Master, I'm sorry to disturb you, but your fiancé, Leuther, is waiting," Mr. Harris apologized.
Ythan glanced at Mr. Harris and nodded. He returned his gaze to his father's favored one, licking his lips. "See you around, Koneko." He walked away and entered the car after Mr. Harris.
The Butler watched the two mortals who were blankly staring at nowhere, mouth agape. He nodded his head at them and drove the car away.
The mystified siblings looked at each other. The car faded into the distant horizon.
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As soon as Ythan reached halfway to meet Leuther, his phone rang. He nonchalantly picked up the call.
"Were you able to plant the tracking device?" Renzo asked. His voice sounded like the ticking of the clock in the line.
"En."
"What's your next move?"
"Let's see."
"Heh. So unusual of you. You ran out of fuel?"
Ythan kept silent.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry. Just say hi to your fiancé for me." Renzo gave up on Ythan's indifference. "I heard that my brother prepared a little show for you."
"Thank you for the help."
The line disconnected.
'At least he said his thanks this time,' Renzo thought.
As they passed by the skyscrapers of Beijing, Ythan stretched his neck from side to side, sitting comfortably on the plush seat of his car. He looked at his watch—the blinking red dot was moving along the Thirty-third Street of Xining. As his mind processed a thousand ideas per minute, his lips slowly spread upward.
'I can't wait to eat some meat tonight.'