The Morgenstern Evening

The sun was already high in the sky when the delivery of H's new bedroom arrived. He was on the terrace thinking about his sudden transformation not to mention this miracle that he benefited from his lucky star. He looked up at the woods that littered the backyard as far as the eye could see when he felt that same feeling that he was being followed and watched. He glared around, activating all his senses, he got up from his chair to get a better view of the vast area in front of him, but as usual, there was nothing to the horizon.

He leaned on the balustrade where he continues to admire the landscape without concern. As he has said so many times, ever since he felt the presence of that third party lurking around him, as long as that thing or that person doesn't try anything funny towards him, he can for sure guarantee his security but otherwise, he or she will pay with his or her life. He didn't even know his inner yet, he was confident about that because he is naturally strong and fast thanks to his genetic heritage. But now that the other is fully awake, he is much more than strength and power.

It is sure that Marc did not ask his men to patrol around him until making him uncomfortable. And they wouldn't dare venture so close to the house for fear of being exposed. Marc's men know how cunning and attentive the boy is, and how much pleasure he takes in thwarting their plan. It's like he's made it his mission to drive them crazy until Marc keeps them away from him, they only follow him if he asks.

But one thing is sure, they are always ready to intervene at any time. So if it's not Marc's men, who could it be, and why was he tailed? Does his biological father, King Philipe no longer trust Marc? These are questions he had asked himself the first week, but today he only thinks that this thing in the shadows is neither his father's nor Marc's doing. So, he is waiting for her with a firm footing on the day he intends to take action, if he doesn't do it before, who knows what might go through his head... after all Howie is Howie, Nope?

One thing, however, is intriguing to the highest degree, why it has no smell, it's impossible, we all have a smell, every living being, every mineral, every vegetable, every animal. Why does this thing have no damn smell. We each have a particular smell that follows us like a thermal signature that is specific to us, which we can in no way take for someone else unless, of course, you are not attentive to these details with the people around you. People with sensitive noses are most often more adept at making these differences. then it is not only attentive and observant people who realize these small details since there is this category of exceptional beings hidden among humans.

Downstairs, the movers are replacing the furniture in his bedroom under his father's supervision. They are none other than Marc's henchmen. They are jacks of all trades, close combat experts, snipers, doctors, hackers, and plumbers, like Marc they were trained and educated to live anywhere and in any condition. The only difference is that they are all human. And they are all elite commandos. They are as competent as Marc to watch over the protection of the prince. They all work for Marc's private agency. this agency that he had to put at the service of the king for the well-being of the son of his best friend who today is like his own son.

It is also during his training that he met Philipe and it is Philipe himself who is responsible for his transformation. He always sneaked out of boarding school to go running in the woods, that was the only way he felt free, just like his son today, running put him in a good mood.

They were younger than Howie when they met. Marc should stay in the woods and survive there on his own for three months, without water or food. This is the pace of passage, his family had for years the best agency of detectives and close guards in all of Europe.

Howie and his inner have agreed to let whoever has targeted them for whatever reason they have in their minds, come to them. They figured maybe his curiosity will pay off in the end. Howie was less tense after that, but that didn't mean he let his guard down.

He remembers the earrings that he bought with his father last summer, but Marc had asked him to keep them until he knew if he really wanted to have piercings before doing it on a headbutt. Which he had done because he was in a good mood to accept his father's suggestions without discussing them. That summer he was not quite himself, his father had to force him out, usually, he looks forward to the summer holidays, in the summer he had time to be in complete harmony with himself and above all he has the right to do things he likes without attracting attention and he travels a lot.

They did a lot of things together. Traveling, as usual, camping, skydiving, running, it must be said that Marc has a sense for intense things. It was a beautiful summer and the least rotten that H had spent. He had even asked Marc to start over for next summer with the same types of activities they did that year. Marc was proud, because his plan to keep him awake without the daily worries that stalked him, worked. which is, when he returned to the hotel each time he could only sleep, a peaceful sleep, so tired he was from all the activities he did.

During his stays his name has never been used, not even the one under which he is registered at Wood Hill has been revealed, he always travels incognito like a ghost. It must be said that they took extreme precautions to help him keep this wolf away from him, but today he is here. It must be said that we can do nothing against fate, everything that has been written will see the light of day regardless of our will to want to change things. Fate is fate, just like Howie is Howie, nothing and no one can change who he is.

He came down from the terrace, very determined to get those piercings he had left for later. this later has finally arrived, he has only one and only desire now is to pierce his ears. He took his phone out of his pocket, and after a short search a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He went straight to his father's room where he got to work. A few minutes later he emerged completely unrecognizable. He passed his father who let out a whistle of admiration.

Waw, may I know how you learned to do your hair like this? You are amazing it's… waw, an unknown emotion seized Marc, he who is clever with his words loses all his ability in front of the painting he has in front of him. Dad stop, you're gonna make me nervous. Your eyes are all red now. It's because of you, now you even manage to do your hair without anyone's help, how could you do this gradient all by yourself? Howie knew his hair has grown a lot these past few days, it's like his senses and his strength, day by day they're getting sharper and his hair just keeps growing. As they came to his waist, he decided on some small changes in his look.

Is it for the evening that you did all this great work or is there something else behind all this? His father asks him teasingly. But his inner couldn't even wait for H's response that he manifested in the other's head with such contentment. You mean someone rather, the latter added with a small laugh. Howie had to take it upon himself not to yell at him to shut up. He shakes his fist before responding to his father as calmly as possible. No, I just want to change and my hair is growing a lot more than before so I did a little gradation on the sides and on my neck to style them a little more.

Sometimes some people mistake me for a girl. Which isn't too good for them, his father said laughing, they probably don't know who they're dealing with. Yeah so I thought why not help them, I would like to avoid misunderstandings as much as possible so we will have fewer problems to fix. Ok, Marc replies with a smile. And your room is all back to normal now, you won't have to sleep in a bed other than your own, okay? Thank you dad, he gave a hug to his father who accepted him with a good heart.

When he wanted to get out of the hug his father held him in place. Wait a minute, it's too early to get out of this and you're the one who started it, after all, so give me time to enjoy this moment a little. Dad, you're getting clingy! are you getting old or what? Marc burst out laughing as he got out of his stupid son's hug. You know what little prank it will take time for me to get old. What a braggart! Howie exclaimed happily.

In fact, Marc and Philipe are only thirty-six years old, Philipe was only twenty when he had his son. Their past and their experience make them young not only in body but also in spirit. Circumstances can make them hard at times but they are the best fathers H has had.

Yes, werewolves age at a slower rate than normal humans. And today, Philip would still be Prince of England, if it had not been for these aggravating circumstances that accelerated his ascension to the throne. Today, when you look at them both, they look much more like brothers than father and son. He's growing so much that it's impossible for them to beat his record. Once they come of age, they stop aging at lightning speed. Howie had his growth spurt very early on, at the age of twelve. Now he is over six feet tall, if he continues like this he will reach eight feet before his eighteenth birthday.

He came out of his father's smothering hug laughing. for others, you might be, but for me, you're just a proud old grandpa. We will see that in the training to come, my dear son. He smiled like a geezer as he watched his son's back move away from him. We leave in two hours. Tossed Howie over his shoulder. No, no, replied his father, I'd rather say in an hour, it's already eight o'clock. If you want to go, do it right so you'll have time to enjoy the evening a bit before everyone gets tired and wants to go home.

When was the last time you went to a party, dad? asks his son who has stopped not far away, just in front of his room with his right hand on the doorknob. No, don't answer, he hastened to add. Let's just say I didn't ask that damn question. With these words, he turned the handle of the door and entered without wasting another minute.

Ah young people today, have no respect for the experiences of elders. Marc shook his head looking at the door behind which his stupid son had just disappeared. I'll give you an hour young man. He launched raising his voice a little, he knows he would have heard it even if he had whispered it but he wanted to be sure that this one does not misunderstand.

An hour and thirty minutes had passed when Marc called his down the stairs. Give me a minute, his son replies, a little busy pacing around his room, half-dressed. What can take so long, Marc got impatient, I had given him an hour, it's nine o'clock, and… he glances at his watch before exclaiming, and shit! Howie, since when did he take so long to get dressed for a mere night out with his classmates.

Impatient, he began to pace down the stairs while throwing annoying glances at his watch ok, it's ten o'clock now he shouted without finding an answer in return. When he felt that he was going to get bored by himself wanting this little rascal to arrive on time for this party, he went to pour himself a glass of whiskey to kill time.

He wore a white shirt open to his chest, skinny blue jeans, and a pair of black vans. He is super attractive in this outfit. He had taken the habit to wear drab clothes to blend in with the crowd.

Above all, he doesn't need a horde of women following him everywhere as it was the case when he was much younger. he has renounced to all sorts of life to watch over that of H, which he deems to be most important of all. He dressed like this to prove to his son that he is not an old geezer. His impatience is the result of the excitement he feels at the thought of seeing the silly face his son will make when he sees him. He had liked the image his mirror had sent back to him. He is confident.

Oh no, shouted Marc when he took one last look at his watch, but what is he doing exactly? He put his drink on the tray on the bar. this time, he's determined to get him up there even if he has to drag him by the skin of his ass. If he even has to drag him by his ponytail, he will. He was about to go climb the stairs four by four when he looked up, he met the gaze of his son. What he sees there leaves him speechless, he was completely transformed, and he finally got those piercings done, that Marc dreaded so much.

Marc has no problem with piercings, it's just that the role that awaits Howie wants him to be an example for everyone, so there are some kind of behaviors and habits that are forbidden for him. The king's son must be exemplary. But what he has before his eyes takes his breath and speech away.

He wears a black arrowhead pendant in his left ear and a pair of black chip-shaped earrings in his right ear. Not to mention his outfit, super skinny black jeans with cutouts at the knees, a pair of black boots, a black shirt with white barbell that is not buttoned up to the neck, like his father he has his torso in the wind. It must be said that they have such beautiful torsos. He left the tip of his shirt in his jeans.

And his hair is up and tied in a bun with little flyaways sticking out of it. He took the liberty not only to make a degrading but also curled his hair, before tying it loosely in a bun which clearly shows the degradation that he invested himself in doing all by himself. He descended the stairs without taking his eyes off his father, with his black leather jacket in his right hand. When he arrived at the height of his father that he seems to dominate from the size of a hundred meters, he asked him calmly and slowly. with or without a jacket?

Uh…what? No, it's nothing forgot it, I'm ready now. Marc blinked… but you're amazing, he finally said, clapping his hands. You're not bad either, answer the other in the same calm tone as before. I see why you took so long to get ready, Marc said with a whistle.

Howie walked past him, he hid from his father the smile that appeared on his lips, he knows that Marc dressed while whistling, he somehow purposely stole the show from him. He always wears tracksuits or jeans with a sweater or simple black or white t-shirts. Today, he decided to change everything. In addition, no one goes to the Morgensterns in tracksuits, even if it is an evening with friends.

He turned back to his father with a straight face, in fact, dad, you rock it, you don't look so old in those clothes. You have to dress a little more like this from time to time, but I warn you, I don't want a mom. You are enough for me. Marc burst out laughing heartily. No, no mum, old man, we're fine that way, just the two of us. And tonight, we take out the Porsche? What do you think about that? The Porsche? But daddy, have you gone crazy or what?

No, and I fully intend to use it tonight, and I don't care if your cheeky friends wonder how we could afford such an expensive sports car. It's Howie's turn now to laugh heartily. he dropped the emotionless face he struggled to keep up to face his father's childish excitement. Marc noticed the white gold chain hanging in his pants. Hey, but that's your dad's, right?

Itself! Howie replies suspiciously, but how come you know my father so well, until you realize that I'm wearing his chain in just a look? To tell the truth, when he saw him at the top of those steps a few minutes ago it was Philipe he had in front of him for a short moment.

They have the same tastes as if they were the same person. He never expected that H could inherit his rebellious side. It is true that they can put him in the category of difficult children but he has never shown any sign of rebellion that goes against the crown.

His grandfather will die if he sees him now. Above all, he will not miss the opportunity to take a photo for Philipe. Without answering the question that his son asked him concerning his friendship with King Philipe, he headed, humming a happy tune, towards the garage at the end of the courtyard away from the house, where he took out the Porsche. The sixteenth birthday present of H.

Are you still hopeful brother? you know he's not going to come anymore at this time, these two respect the time. They're simple, it's not like the rest of us, who purposely arrive late to draw attention to us, huh?

Aike and Ayke were standing apart from this burning crowd, they were all dressed up, it looks like they were waiting for this, a simple invitation from the Morgensterns to take out what they had of glamor in their wardrobe. It looked like Ayke had posted Met Gala at the Morgensterns in a golden letter on the platform. They do not believe their eyes. But they have fun watching them having a blast. Not to mention the entrance that Todd, Tess, and Kaeli made. They were the last to arrive. they are sure that Kaeli will tell them the bottom of her thought after for having sharing her show with them.

I think we should have rolled out the red carpet Ayke replies laughing. I didn't expect them to take this evening so seriously. It gives me an idea for next time until he comes, I will keep arranging some crazy evenings. Let's go dancing bro. Tess looks lovely tonight, don't you think?

No, no! Lovely or not she's yours tonight, I pass my turn. At the party at Eli's, I didn't like that kiss at all, it was nonsense.

Is it because Monsieur had tasted the elixir of happiness flowing from the lips of his crush?

Stop saying nonsense, his brother told him, giving him a nudge. And next time I choose our outfit. Do you know you're a real pervert AY, hm? We could have put on an outfit that reveals less skin, you had to choose this transparent set. Between Kaeli and us, we don't know who will take the best outfit for this evening.

You're super attractive like that, you have to dress a lot more boldly, big boy, we don't do half measures. It's all or nothing. When our mother decides for us what to wear to her parties, you let her do it without advancing a single argument. So leave it to me. Tonight is ours, so it's me who chooses, you're way too strict in your outfit.

What if we were going to mingle with this crowd instead of complaining like an old woman? Go ahead, I'll join you, I'll get us some drinks. Don't hang around too much, sweetie, and you don't touch my masterpiece. They have styled their mid-length hair to the side until they hide the left side of their face which gives them an even more mysterious air. The sheer black lace shirt hugged their skin as if they were a second, accompanied by loose black ankle-grazing pants, with very glamorous moccasins from the collection of this year's biggest collection. Sophistication is one thing, but worn with class and elegance an outfit is another. They are sophisticated, classy, and stylish. He arrived at the bar where he put down the glass he had in his hands and then asked for two more sweet poison alcoholic cocktails…

when do you start drinking alcoholic beverages? whispered a sweet-amber voice behind him, close to his ear. When he sees the expression displayed on the faces of the two young bartenders in front of him, he knows that he was not dreaming and this voice was indeed real. He turned slowly to face him, when he met his gaze he held his breath for a short moment that seemed like an eternity.

Hey, breathe, said the other, bringing his right hand to his face, it was only then that he realized he wasn't breathing anymore. He reacts quickly by pulling H's hand away from his handsome and delicate face before running away like a coward, leaving Howie speechless. He turned around to face a few spectators who didn't miss a thing from the scene, and they were all amazed by this new side of Howie.

There are problems in paradise, launched a honeyed voice behind him, He turned to face the young Barman with mischievous and laughing eyes, who was looking at him for a few seconds with envy. When he came face to face with him, he smiled and handed him a drink. Bangin' Blueberry lemonade, for sir. H takes the glass from him and thanks him. He wants to get away when the same voice offers him to keep him company if he doesn't want to mix with the crowd. I just have to fetch you a stool, you stay quiet and I will personally make sure to prepare the best cocktails in our catalog for you. It's tempting, I admit, H replies politely, but unfortunately, I have to decline. But I'll be back for another drink shortly. He dipped his lips in the lemonade he had prepared for him and smiled at the young lad, it is delicious. Treat yourself then, replies the bartender with a charming smile. And he walked away from the bar, his glass in his hand, without paying attention to the crowd that devoured him with eyes.

The other bartender approached his companion, and whispered to him, don't you think you aimed a little too high? Why this? The other answers him while following H's back with his gaze. He's not for you, let it go man. Did you see who he came to? I've seen it, but it doesn't have a tag on him, it doesn't say Morgenstern property on his forehead after all. Maybe, but you can admit you're no match for them buddy.

That's not what really counts, he's different from them, he didn't ignore me, that's already it. Yeah, he's different, I'll give you that, but he's still not for you, now back to work young bun.

Look who's coming this way, a small, high-pitched voice shouted from Howie's left. Good evening Kaeli. I see we're enjoying the evening, huh. she wears a nude dress that reveals everything she had underneath, that said, not much. She only had her nipples hidden under a soft self-adhesive silicone nipple cover and flesh-colored panties and a tall glass of pink gin filled with strawberry ice cubes in her hand. You have to take it easy on the drink my dear, the night is young. And without waiting he continues on his way.

A little walk in the fresh air, honey? Hey, my lemonade sugar is finally here, I've been looking for you. Wrong, you were running away, big boy. Run away? No, I was looking for you, I ran into your brother not long ago but he ran away when he saw me. I'm here unless you prefer his company to mine? You know you're all I need, rascal. You are a stunning man, tonight you will be headlining the platform. I like what you did to your hair. I would like to see you in genderless outfits, you will be even way gorgeous. What, are you a stylist now? I guess you were the one responsible for the outfits you're wearing tonight, huh? Exactly treasure, he turned on himself so that the other could admire him, so what do you say? With a smile without taking his eyes off him, Howie answers him. Being well dressed is a beautiful form of confidence, happiness and gentleness, my little rabbit. Well done, you're breathtaking!

Ayke jumped of joy, listening to Howie's soft, amber voice pay him compliment. he raised on his tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, forgetting that they were no longer safe behind the walls of H's house. Howie put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him close, without hesitation he also kissed him on the cheek. Like they do all the time.

It is in evenings like this that they put into practice most of the time the hours spent in personal development. Some apply to make portraits of the best matched couples of the evening, or super hot singles. They exhibit them at the big annual festival that the school organizes every year without exception, where they show what they have learned and accomplished outside of regular classes. It's the best activity that Wood Hill organizes for them after the end of the year ball. The festival normally lasts up to three days. Figures from high society are always invited. Sometimes they even sign contracts for new budding artists, or offer them internships. They analyze the offers that have been submitted to them to make decisions on how they are going to spend the summer in training or free on the islands to enjoy the warmth of the sun, the beautiful beaches, and all the rest.

A shy boy accompanied by a girl approaches them shyly. Excuse us says the girl who spoke, the boy too shy to speak to them. They turned their attention to the strange couple formed by the two small heads in front of them. Axel, Noah, what are you doing here? You're not too young for these social gatherings, Howie asks them authoritatively. But what catches the attention of the new arrivals and Ayke is the fact that H knew both their first names. Noah and Axel look at each other and their cheeks blush to their ears. The moment of excitement passed, and Noah decides to speak this time. We wonder if you want us to do your portrait together. Of course, Ayke was quick to say with a big smile on his lips. Yippee! The two jumped in joy. Ayke searched the crowd for his brother's head, which he found nowhere.

What an idiot! Where could he have gone? He called him through their link, he can't hear him either… damn it Aike we've got something planned but what are you doing? Follow us, we settled inside in the games room. We didn't want to harm others near the swimming pool so we installed everything inside. the games room was almost empty, which is amazing, they stayed outside by the pool, drinking cocktails which were wonderfully good and dancing. The DJ is to be congratulated, he does a hell of a job. They are having fun like crazy. The outdoor lounge and the covered terrace outside serve as their refuge. So they weren't interested in snooping around because there was almost everything they needed by the pool, that's why Aike suggested using the south wing of the villa.

But, they didn't expect to find the ping pong table in this mess, before their eyes there is the image they least expected. Howie thoughtfully covers Noah's eyes with his hand, whom was right next to him. I see, Ayke shouted a little displeased. Axel was right behind them, she was about to double her steps so she could take a look at the thing that made them stop so abruptly. When H's voice rose to order her to stay where she is. She startled and stopped dead in her tracks. Does he have eyes in the back of his head? she wonders. We're going out, But no, I don't want to go out, Ayke replies sulkily. Stepping backward, Howie dragged Noah and Ayke with him. Axel didn't have to be asked, she didn't wait for H to repeat his words to leave. It was already good that he knew her name, she wasn't going to start having him on her back. She knows he doesn't pay attention to others, it was almost a miracle that he knew who she is, admittedly they share the same workspace, the advanced drawing studio. but more often Howie prefers to work outdoors. Yet he still knows their names. She was the first to leave the room without knowing exactly what was going on, after all that wasn't the important thing.

When they got to the door, he ushered Noah out, who didn't show the slightest sign of opposition either. He walked out nicely without glancing behind him. The playful expression Howie had as he followed the youngsters to draw this portrait instantly faded from his face. He cast a last glance in the room, before leaving like a fury. He held his anger long enough to keep the younger ones away from this nameless mess. He passed his hand through his hair which he untied, the voluminous mass springing up in his back and his blue eyes can no longer stay hidden. You have to calm down, cried the wolf in his head, a little panicked. although, for now he has his own will because he has not yet merge into a single one with Howie, but when Howie is disturbed and lets his emotions run wild, he can't control his transformation either. it's like what happened this afternoon in his room with his father.

Remember what you did to your dad, reminded him of his inner, remember how you gutted him this afternoon, are you ready to do it again with those hundreds of teenagers around you? you'll wreak havoc if you lose control and I couldn't stop you, your emotions are way too strong, they're like a drug for me. I can't resist them. So please stop, otherwise you won't be able to watch yourself afterward.

Howie slowly calmed down, it's ironic he said, normally I should be the lucid one but look at us. Shouldn't you cut their throats while I gave you this opportunity, why didn't you take it? I may have been described as the last bloodthirsty beast but believe me if you want, I have a good on me too. And killing those poor merciless unbelieving souls will bring me no joy. I prefer to wait to reveal myself. in the meantime listen to some music, I know it can calm you down or sing because you didn't take your headphones with you.

What, how come I didn't take them? I had them though… yeah but you left them in your jacket. And your father has it. I can call him if you want, I am connected to his bond, thanks to your mutual affection and your father's blood running through him. My father's blood how? I'll explain to you another time, but now you have to make diversion, so your father, I'll call him or not? No leave him out of it, I'll handle that by myself. I wanted him to go out and have a little fun tonight, I'm not going to bother him with small talk. Banalities? Yes, small talk, do you want to add anything else? No, no hastened to add his inner. Fine then… Howie replied in the same tone. With that curly hair, you look like the king of the jungle, but it suits you really well, I admit. say the other to tease him, while trying to change the sour mood in which his host bathes at the moment.

Thank you, that's nice Howie answers him. We'll sing then, said the other with childish joy…. No, I'm going to sing, I didn't read anywhere that you had any talent. Well, it's up to you, maybe one day you'll change your mind about me. I look forward to that day.

Ayke stood back when he noticed the way Howie had changed his mood, he knows from experience when he gets upset the most important thing is to stay away from him, any attempt at consolation or sign of compassion can change the situation in the wrong way instead of helping him get better. But he was following him, he didn't want to leave him alone for fear that he would leave the evening and walk home alone or even worse. When he heard him talking to himself as if he were talking to someone else, he was almost scared but the fact that he knows the difficulties he sometimes faces, he thought it was his way to calm his nerves down. He paced not far from him while waiting for him with fear in his stomach. When he sees him turn in his direction with a face less distorted than before, he takes a deep breath of air, placing a hand on his chest.

My Holy friend! Ayke opened his arms to him like a child and without hesitation, he threw himself into his arms, he hid his head in the crook of his neck which he sniffed like a dog. The twins despite their similarity, do not have the same body scent. To tell the difference it is absolutely necessary that you are extremely attentive and have a fairly sensitive sense of smell like that of Howie himself. What are we going to do now Ayke whispered to him. I don't know yet, I have to clear my head otherwise I risk doing irreparable things. I forgot my headphones in my jacket in my dad's car.

We can fix that, Ayke whispered to him, who starting to get drunk on his perfume smell, we'll fix that, we're at home here after all, what we say is what they'll do. He laughs heartily. In fact, do you know why I organized this evening? Nope! You're so silly H. it was you shouting aloud that you want a way to evacuate your stress this morning.

So here's the result, I didn't want anyone else to steal you from us, I like when you're with us the same for…he wanted to add that his brother too but he changed his mind to afraid of waking up the volcano which has just subsided. So, that's what I'm telling you, it's your evening, we'll do as you wish. Howie came out of his hug, he took his delicate face in his hands, and he plunged his beautiful gray-green gaze into his friend's caramel gaze. You are an exceptional friend Yke, I'm not going anywhere, and you already have me you don't have to be afraid of others. if sometimes I act like the last of the idiots, there is necessarily something fishy behind it but I hope that one day I will have the courage to tell you everything.

I'm patient H, I'll be able to wait for you… while they were talking to each other like two lovers, Aike who was looking for them has just come across them in this almost intimate position. He went to approach them when suddenly Howie bent down and kissed the cheeks of Yke who has his head raised towards him. But anyone else who watches this scene will see H kissing Yke's lips.

Aike made his way back, his heart breaking as he shuffled his feet… Howie looked up and noticed his hunched back moving away towards the house. Your brother is here, he said to Ayke who startled. shit! Let's go find him, before Howie could even answer, he pulled him behind him, calling his brother by his first name. This one pretends not to hear him and he continues to walk with difficulty, dragging his feet like an old man. Hand in hand, Ayke and Howie came up to him. Hey Aike, where are you going bro, didn't you hear me call you?

Slowly he raised his head towards them, he met H's amused gaze, then his brother's innocent smile, then his gaze went to their intertwined fingers. He glared at them and tried to pass them when suddenly Howie spoke to him while holding Ayke's hand tightly, who realized that they were still holding hands, and that the sight bothered his brother. But his efforts to let go of H's hand come to nothing and Howie doesn't even glance at him, who is beging him with his eyes.

What are these two playings? Ayke thought, feeling caught in the crossfire. He tried in vain to free his fingers from the grip of H, who didn't seem to show any effort to keep him prisoner.

In fact, when I arrived I wanted to apologize for what happened in my room but you ran away before I could even say anything to you. I apologize, and rest assured, I'll never do it again. Aike looks at him without saying a word, he just wants to pound his chest until he bursts like shit before his eyes. But he tries to repress this bestial desire which invades him little by little by holding his gaze with pride.

But he hears himself answering him in a tone that he wanted to be neutral, which apparently sounds different to sensitive ears. Because Howie somehow heard the tears held back in his voice, and his brother too isn't indifferent to what he heard. You don't have to worry, it was just a little game as usual, I already knew that. Before he could escape from their torture his brother grabbed his elbow with his free hand and pulled him closer to him. wiyhout even knowing how or by what means he got there Aike burst into tears. which caused a twinge in the pit of Howie's stomach and his inner twitching in all directions.

You made him cry, his inner screamed out of him causing Howie to take his head in his hands… he feels like this one started pounding his brain with a hammer like a sadist.

Stop it immediately, he moans painfully, but the other continues to hurt him. If you persist, I'm going to gut them both and we'll see later who you use as an excuse to get out of your broom closet. He immediately stopped his uproar, Howie who had moved away from the twins went back to join them, he took them both in a big hug as his father often does with them.

When Ayke felt his giant arms around their slender bodies, he managed to get out of the embrace to leave them together. They didn't even try to pretend to hold him back. Aike slipped from his brother's arms to end up snuggling up against H's muscular chest who received him with an open heart. A moan of relief escaped his throat as the warmth of Howie's body mingled with his, he closed his eyes before hugging him tighter. Ayke on his side watches them with a smirk.

Yeah, these two definitely love each other.