„The mighty Arbiter let out a rare soft sigh.

He held An Zhe by the shoulders, making him meet his eyes.

   An Zhe tightened his grip on the fabric of his sleeve and looked up at him, fine droplets clinging to his wet eyelashes.

 “You are a mushroom,” Lu Feng said. “You can’t eat things willy-nilly.”

   An Zhe looked at the vine. There were no vines in the world more normal than this one, but he was still very uncomfortable. Only by being close to Lu Feng could he find relief, like how the vine’s white flowers insisted on waiting for butterflies.

With a frown, he returned Lu Feng’s gaze.

Lu Feng looked down at him as well.

Then he was picked up.

 “Will you keep that in mind now?””

 “I will,” An Zhe whimpered. It looked like he was reluctant to say it, but the feelings he got from the vine had totally twisted him, so he had to admit it.

Lu Feng didn’t say a word; instead, he began to walk back to their room with An Zhe. The main building was not far, and people still minded their own business, no one paid attention to them, the day was peaceful and relaxing, the air pleasureful, the sunlight bright. As if only they existed in this place, on this perfect summer day.

The man walked into their room, which was also flooded by the sunlight. He put An Zhe onto the bed, and then straightened up, removing the vine-like arms from his neck. He got another whimper as an answer, but the boy lost his already very small amount of physical strength that he usually had.

Lu Feng looked down at him. An Zhe’s cheeks blushed, as if he had a fever – his hotness still wasn’t gone since he checked it earlier outside. This probably will take a couple of hours…

The Colonel looked around in the room. There was nothing to decrease the temperature, so after a brief wondering he decided to go to the window to open it. The wind immediately gripped onto the white curtain, took it way up and frilled it, but the fabric was so soft that it didn’t make any noise.

The sun wasn’t glaring inside directly, the golden, dazzling ray couldn’t even reach the bed. He stood in this ray now, and despite the wind, it burned him, as if he was standing in open fire. The wind shuffled the air in the room, but it couldn’t sneak under his clothes.

An Zhe continued to moan, and called his name.

Lu Feng turned towards him, and looked at the stretching body on the bed from head to toe. He knew this body very well. Not only because he slept in his arms every night…

He never mentioned it to the boy, but he spent a fair amount of time beside his glass coffin, and watched how the human limbs formed from white hyphae, how his head grew, how the hairstrands swam around his face in the nutrient solution, in which they nurtured the spore. Although Pauli Jones gave him every kind of dumb task in the daytime to make him busy, he didn’t try to hold back Lu Feng in the evenings, and if the old man hadn’t had any idea to bother him, sometimes Lu Feng was there in the daytime too. No one dared to send him away from the coffin other than the old ex-Arbiter. Lu Feng only watched the boy, his naked figure that slowly took the familiar size and shape.

Every inch of his body burnt into Lu Feng’s retina, and now he felt like he saw through the boy’s clothes: he saw his curves, he knew, where the blue veins were visible on his thin, milkwhite skin; he knew that he had no hairs on any other parts than his head, and he knew what and where was what size.  

He heard Jibran’s voice in his head. An Zhe only said, “lower his expectations towards himself”. But what does that mean? An Zhe was talking about something entirely different, than Dr Ji, which wasn’t surprising for Lu Feng. Even though intimacy was mentioned between them once before, Lu Feng didn’t take a step in this direction; it looked like An Zhe knew about the topic, and didn’t avoid it, yet…

An Zhe was still innocent in this regard. An untouched area, both the perspective of his body and mind.  If the boy was assuming what mating was between animals, even if he knew, what it means when the bees pollinate the flowers of vines, he didn’t understand the sexual activities of humans. He worked for Mr Shaw, worked at the third underground level, but according to Lu Feng’s best knowledge, he never had a dirty magazine in his hand, or was curious to know exactly what it looked like when lovers became each other’s.

They were considered a couple. They’d never specifically stated it, they just “knew”. However, could they be considered a couple, if they never discuss each other’s need for intimacy?

Maybe it could be alright this way. Lu Feng would never force anything on An Zhe. It was an unexplored area even for him. He lived decades without it, and although An Zhe brought unexpected reactions out of him, and planted fantasies in his head, he was able to rule them out for the boy’s sake.

He slowly walked to the bed now, and looked down at the boy. He slightly stirred on the blanket, as if his body couldn’t rest, and he briefly panted while looking up at him with foggy eyes. His lashes were still wet.

 “An Zhe” He called him out, but didn’t know how to continue. Once again, his gaze ran through the other’s entire figure.

The vine had an unimaginable way of affecting the boy, and this was the first time Lu Feng had seen him like this. The very first, when An Zhe showed any kind of need for mating. But this was almost on the same level as being under the influence of a drug. If he hadn’t eaten that wretched vine, he wouldn’t have been showing these signs.

His moral standards were too high… according to Jibran. The Colonel sighed deeply. An Zhe reached out for him, but his arms fell back. It seemed like there wasn’t anything else in his head, just to be close to him. Did he even understand what kind of state he was in?

 “What do you want from me?”

They often misunderstood each other, but this didn’t scare Lu Feng away from asking about it. At last, he sat on the bed, turning towards An Zhe, and instantly he felt the body pressing onto his; a leg landed across his thighs, locking his knees down; he felt the warmness through the black fabric of the pants. He was warmer than standing in the sunrays. The man leaned onto his left arm, supporting himself on the bed, and his wrist was also wearing a handcuff of shaking fingers almost immediately.

 “Stay close” An Zhe pleaded, his gaze shivered, and then turned onto Lu Feng’s chest.

 “What else do you want?” He asked again without commenting on the previous answer or changing his posture.

An Zhe looked at him questioningly, slightly frowning. They looked at each other for a long while before the boy licked his lips. Lu Feng’s eyes jumped there, and a very fast and short but powerful wave of heat ran through him.

 “The… the vine is waiting for pollination…” The boy said to him softly, in a briefly shaking voice, as if he didn’t know either what he wanted to answer. He once again avoided Lu Feng’s eyes.

 “I can’t pollinate the vine” The Colonel replied, emphasising his words. “What do you want? Are you waiting for pollination too?”

An Zhe was shaken a little, and then his face became even redder. A gust of wind sneaked into the room at this moment, waved the curtain that raised between them for a second, and they looked at each other through the white veil as the wind created a mast out of it.

 “Perhaps.”

Heat rose under Lu Feng’s collar.

He didn’t care for Jibran’s opinion. In fact, he didn’t care for anyone’s opinion. Who, when and how is being bedded, it was not his business, and his actions were never other people’s business either, thus he never paid attention to the expectations regarding this topic. But when it comes to An Zhe’s opinion, it was a completely different case.

The curtain fell in front of their faces, and suddenly they were staring at each other directly, looking into each other’s eyes, and there was no other sound just nature’s noise infiltrating from outside.

 “Do… do you want to pollinate me?”

The voice was so delicate that Lu Feng almost thought he was imagining it. But An Zhe’s lips were moving, and after that his fingers slightly startled around Lu Feng’s wrist, and his leg, hanging from Lu Feng’s lap, was also tightened.

The Colonel suddenly realised maybe the problem was really him. Maybe because An Zhe never showed the desire for intimacy, he thought mushrooms didn’t need that. After all, mushrooms were not reproducing by mating. An Zhe was a type of asexual mushroom, he created his own spore without outside help.

It didn’t even occur in the man’s head that An Zhe might want this. However, in the last short period since they were together again, and even before, on this very day, on the balcony, An Zhe turned to him with an unexpected lack of confidence and desire for confirmation, and asked Lu Feng to reassure him that he has no problem with him being a xenogenic or a partner.

Thus it could be one of the things An Zhe couldn’t be sure of. If Lu Feng wanted to make this step. Back then, on their first trip to the Abyss, Lu Feng asked the boy about what if he wanted to bed him… but in the end, he didn’t really get a clear answer. He didn’t get rejected either, but he felt like An Zhe himself didn’t know, what he wanted, or he wasn’t sure of himself, so Lu Feng didn’t press the topic since then. According to Jibran, he acted like a brother or a father.

He didn’t expect that this idea would slightly irritate him.

Lu Fent leaned forward, covering An Zhe entirely. An Zhe’s eyes became the size of a small plate, and even the moisture disappeared from them. From this close, once again he felt that mushroom smell the boy was emitting in the high temperature.

He felt the boy’s breath on his lips too.

 “First, let’s just give it a try” He offered silently, surprising himself with how his voice was much more hoarse than usual. “An Zhe… Humans cannot pollinate each other. For us… “He paused for a moment, thinking how he could explain it in the simplest way. “We don’t need flowering period, and we’re not only doing it for pollination. Do you know?”

 “I… I suspected” An Zhe panted, and he sounded slightly impatient. His arms once again entangled on Lu Feng’s neck, and it seemed like this made him satisfied after all. “I don’t have… memories of An Zhe regarding to this topic, but… somehow I knew humans would be different from monsters. Humans are smart.

Lu Feng absently wandered off. He wouldn’t include “smartness” in the list of reasons why humans were making love out of joy, but he didn’t comment on it in the end; surely, An Zhe had his own reason why he had this opinion, he was just not being able to deliver it better at the moment.

This wasn’t their first kiss, but previously, Lu Feng always kissed An Zhe for the sake of kissing. After their first, rough meeting, their tongues gradually learned how to touch each other without causing pain to the other, and nowadays they could kiss much more deeply, than back in those days.

An Zhe had a mushroom flavour. Even though the boy wasn’t planning on drugging him now, he couldn’t deny his own origins, probably. The Colonel felt this when they first kissed as well, but he couldn’t compare it to anything at that time yet, especially since they had blood between their lips.

Now, everything was very soft. Quiet smacking noises reached his ears in the same rhythm as their lips merged again and again, as their tongues danced.

But now there was something else too. Previously, when they kissed, it was just their lips touching; they were merging only at that point; other than that, he hugged the boy every evening before sleep. But until now, An Zhe never really initiated anything.

The boy’s arms moved all of a sudden, they slipped down from his neck, touched his chest, and gripped his sides; his legs spread widely for him, without Lu Feng needing to use any force, and invited him between them to lean on him completely.

It was not that Lu Feng would get started slowly – he always suppressed the bursting out stimulus to the back of his mind by force; he expelled the lust before it could bloom. But now… this didn’t seem to be an easy task. As if An Zhe’s heat started to infect him, or his unexpected bravery seemed that refreshing.

An Zhe whimpered into their kisses, his body arched under him, and when he writhed unconsciously, their crotches collided with each other.

Heatwave poured through the Colonel, from head to toe.

He backed away.

He was wheezing briefly, An Zhe, however, panted loudly, and his eyes were sparkling brightly, not because of tears this time. His pupils dilated, his lips were shiny, his cheeks were red, and… he looked at him languorously. A mist-like feeling was enveloping him, as if he wasn’t completely himself, yet he was, since he moaned his name.

 “It is not comfortable… in clothes” Lu Feng noted quietly, hoarsely.

 “Mn” An Zhe admitted, and his body continuously stirred under him. “I cahn feel it… everywhere in my body, mh… my nerves… like when I first became a human… uh, sensitive… strange… take it off…”

Lu Feng was taken aback for a moment. He didn’t expect such an open request. An Zhe usually asked a lot of questions, and sulked too quite often, before he submitted himself to something, and he had to be coaxed to do so. But he never heard this tone of voice from him either.

He didn’t make him wait. He sat up again, since he couldn’t fulfil the boy’s wish in any other way, even though An Zhe replied by whining about this move as well.

He didn’t answer, only looked through him, before reaching for his shirt with a dry mouth. The thin fabric was white too; at the moment it must’ve felt too rough and thick. He felt the same way about his clothes.

His fingers worked efficiently and fast, he could resist the lust to overwhelm him, and he looked at the white skin, appearing under the shirt. He slowly pulled it down, so the full view of the chest opened up in front of him. An Zhe rose just enough for him to throw away his shirt.

Through the nutrient solution, this skin wasn’t this white and inviting. Lu Feng touched it tentatively – previously, he could’ve only placed his hand on the glass container, if he wanted to touch him.

An Zhe gasped for air, and instinctively moved towards his hand, as if he wanted to be petted. His head dug into the pillow, and tilted sideways, thus his face or eyes weren’t visible anymore, but it had a powerful effect on him regardless.

Lu Feng stroked the narrow waist, the cramping stomach, the shoulders with goosebumps on them; then he leaned forward, and hinted kisses on them. The skin wasn’t wet yet, but it was fairly hot. The boy reacted to every kiss as if his whole body became one single nerve string, and according to his previously stuttered words, perhaps he felt it that way too. It seemed much more sensitive than Lu Feng. A delicate little pet, which could be crushed by one little touch, like when he took away his spore, and his hyphae dissolved so easily in front of him.

While his lips drew wet lines on the milkwhite skin that was blown by the breeze his fingers began to work again: they unbuckled the belt on the pants, unbuttoned it, and then pulled down the slick. The boy’s waist was twisting and moving up and down, and he took it off, hooking his finger into the waist of the pants, griping on the stretching underwear as well, to free him from them together.

Then he straightened again. An Zhe had no objections against the fact that his pants just disappeared; he lay down in front of him openly. Perhaps he was never this relaxed and accepting towards Lu Feng. Perhaps that vine boosted his trust a little bit, or just washed away the concerns. Perhaps, his lust was so strong…

It was strong enough.

An Zhe looked at himself wheezing, and Lu Feng willy-nilly followed his gaze.

An Zhe was quite pale everywhere, but now he had a slight pinkish-flesh colour on him. When he was freed from his pants, his member was standing, pointing towards Lu Feng, hard, but not in its full size yet. His glands were sparkling, and pearlescent juice dropped off of it slowly.

This could be the first time An Zhe experienced something like this, and for a moment, curiosity swept through his face. No, it was not just that this was his first – he had never even seen anything like this before.

Lu Feng himself had never touched anyone like this before. He was curious too. His body reacted vigorously, and didn’t want to obey him; he’d gotten swollen as well. His fingers gently embraced the boy’s erection, and An Zhe’s breath stopped audibly.

 “Mh… noh… no…”

The words reflected protest, but his body moved towards Lu Feng’s hand. The boy instinctively pushed himself into his fingers, wanting to massage him harder. A small smile appeared on Lu Feng’s face.

 “No?”

After asking back, he redrew his hand at once. An Zhe looked up, and grabbed on the corners of the pillow; in his black eyes, annoyance flashed by.

But his attention was driven away soon. After all, Lu Feng was still clad in his clothes. He was examining the boy’s reactions all the way to the end, while he took off his own shirt slowly, zipping his fly and releasing the button. The pants opened up, but he didn’t pull it down yet.

For a moment, he stopped, supporting himself on his arms beside An Zhe’s head, looking at him like this. Their crotches were truly close, his own manhood pressed against An Zhe’s bottom, who was visibly left without breath once more.

This was the first for both of them. Just like when they rushed their first kiss, and approached each other roughly, Lu Feng suspected that it would be the outcome of this occasion too, if he let himself lose against his lust, and would take everything An Zhe could offer at the moment.

But he couldn’t forget that these emotions weren’t necessarily An Zhe’s own emotions, and that he was under the influence of the vine. Now, he wanted it, and agreed to it, but if later on would turn out, he would not be willing to do this anymore… anyhow, Lu Feng wanted to be sure that An Zhe himself had the desire for this to happen. His words could protest, his body could lust for it, but which one was An Zhe’s true feeling… only then did it make sense to do this properly, if those words were truly lying, and he truly wanted it.

Lu Feng rose up a little, and placed his gravity onto his left arm, so he could reach down with his right; meanwhile, he was staring at An Zhe’s face under him. Now even the boy was harder, and had grown, while Lu Feng’s slim fingers began to beat him lightly. He did it with careful movements, he was just experimenting. An Zhe gripped onto Lu Feng’s tight wrist next to his head, instead of grabbing the corner of the pillow; he started biting his lips, while much deeper and louder moans escaped his throat. His eyes lost their focus, then closed, but his neck stretched, his muscles twitched, and his body writhed with the same rhythm as Lu Feng moved his hand, with increasing speed.

An Zhe released a fair amount of juice onto his hand in the tightening grip, which made his fingers more slippery. Lu Feng looked down for a moment, pressed his thumb at the tip, on that small hole, and rubbed the trickling pleasurefluid on it.

An Zhe exclaimed loudly, his body stiffened. For a moment, Lu Feng thought that he came, but then he saw the red face and the tear tracks, leading from the corner of his eyes to his temples.

 “Stop… pleaseh, stohp” He chuckled, moaning, and with his free hand, he reached out to put his fingers on Lu Feng’s fist, as if he was trying to pull it away from him.

His effort was unnoticeable. Lu Feng’s hand didn’t even flinch.

But then, he really let him go, and rose up. An Zhe’s breath paused, when he felt it, and looked down.

Lu Feng needed every bit of his strength not to change his mind, and turn this act serious. He grabbed their members into his palm, slightly pressed them together, and continued the pampering.

An Zhe’s hip was moving fast, and the rubbing was enough for Lu Feng to get wet in every inch of his body, to a sweatdrop to pour down on his temples, to feel as if he was standing in the window again, in the burning sunrays, only that the heat was eating him up from inside, radiating outwards. All of his muscles burned, when his whole body tightened to stand still against An Zhe’s more and more hasty pushes, colliding with his crotch; not as if the boy would be able to move him.

From the movement of his hand, the room was filled with a soft, smacking noise. The pulsation in his palm was almost unbearable, and he wanted to move so badly, it almost pained him to hold it back. The sticky fluids wedged between them, they were coming from the both of them, and despite how much he hated the stickiness usually, now it was stimulant for him.

An Zhe’s legs intertwined around his waist, and from their tightness and fast pace it was obvious, he didn’t have much time left. Right, when Lu Feng pressured the tip of their members more, An Zhe threw his head aside, burying his face into the pillow, and he made a chuckling noise. His nails dug into Lu Feng’s wrist, wounded him, and a burning, pulsating sensation rose up there as well, which then crawled up on Lu Feng’s arm, just to fall into his crotch. His penis writhed on An Zhe’s, and this time the man’s fingers grabbed onto the sheet beside An Zhe’s head.

The dancing orgasm on his spine concentrated in his lap, and – with his hand smacking briefly, with the increasing tightness – it left his body through his manhood. An unconscious moan left his throat, and he slightly shivered, he couldn’t hold his hip back anymore to not push towards An Zhe, and for a moment, he closed his eyes tightly.

When the intense feelings left him, he sat back on his heels, and hung his head. His ears were ringing, but his heartbeat was quite slow, as the relief relaxed his muscles. He never expected this feeling to be so strong – when he did it for himself very rarely, it was much faster and shallow than it was now.

When he finally opened his eyes, they were both just panting quietly. His fingers were sticky with semen, and he rested them on An Zhe’s damp lap.

He just noticed that his back was also wet. He felt the tickling sweatdrops trickling there, flowing through his jaw and neck to his chest.

Even though he disliked the feeling, he didn’t have the strength or willingness to go and shower.

An Zhe lay under him with closed eyes. His cheeks were not that bright anymore, but the corner of his eyes were still sparkling. His lips cracked a bit, his hair messily stuck on his forehead. His sweat rather felt like mist that sat on the grassbladess, hanging like a pear necklace at dawn. The white skin glowed slightly, but it wasn’t evaporating anymore.

The curtain fluttered above them, and the retaining clips made a small, sharp noise, for which AN Zhe was startled, as if he was woken up from a half-dream. The wind was cold, much icier than earlier, and Lu Feng saw his body growing goosebumps. The curtain slapped once above his head, and he saw An Zhe looking up as well, his gaze wandered there for a moment, then once again found Lu Feng.

The boy swallowed hard before his gaze turned down.

 “This… wasn’t pollination,” He said weakly, briefly hoarse.

The corner of Lu Feng’s mouth twitched.

 “No.”

 “Why is it so sticky?”

This wasn’t a question that had a correct answer. Why was the semen sticky? Lu Feng had no idea, to be fair. He never questioned it.

 “It’s simply just like that.”

 “Is this also not edible?”

This question, however, soldered the word in him; he knew that An Zhe was just innocent, and had no idea what he said now, but the Colonel had never discussed such things before with anyone.

 “Perhaps.”

He didn’t want to tell the full truth, a little information at a time was enough. For now, he didn’t want An Zhe to wish to try out what flavour the pleasure fluid had, but at the same time, he didn’t want to prohibit it either. Only that he felt like this wasn’t the right time for that.

 “This is your seed, right? Like my… my spore?” An Zhe began to come to his senses, and touched his stomach with his hand, and the pale white liquid smearing his lap. Both of their sperm were mixed together there. As it stuck on his finger, he pulled it closer to his eyes.

A tiny, cold wave swept through Lu Feng, and caught An Zhe’s wrist before he could touch that finger to his mouth. Even though, his whole hand was also covered up completely by the wetness. First, An Zhe looked at him, then at Lu Feng’s fist around his thin forearm.

The Colonel froze when this disobedient boy leaned closer to his fist with his head, and he felt the small tip of his tongue licking his knuckles. His arm wavered, and once again his mouth dried out.

 “An Zhe” He warned him.

An Zhe opened his eyes and looked at him, but he still licked him. Then he lay back, flavouring the juice, which he gathered with his tongue. He grimaced a little.

 “Strange.”

There was nothing he could do. Lu Feng loosened his grip, then let him go, and finally descended on his elbows above An Zhe, closer to his face, closer to his body.

 “Then don’t eat it.”

 “I want to taste it again.”

 “No.”

Thankfully, the other had no power to break out under him, regardless of his fighting; after a short struggle, he gave up.

But his expression became wondering, as if he was considering something deeply. It was enough for Lu Feng just to watch his microexpressions, and get used to the situation in the meantime as well. It seemed like An Zhe was not under the influence of the vine anymore, yet it also seemed like he didn’t regret that Lu Feng sort of undertook the role of the pollinator. If he was saying cheeky stuff like that, it could mean, the desire came from him.

 “Siblings don’t do things like this, right?”

It was another unexpected question from An Zhe. The corner of his mouth once again twitched.

 “No, they don’t” He noted, and after a small pause, he added. “Were you worried about what Dr Ji said?”

 “Not that much…” An Zhe looked at his own hand again. “I just don’t know how it feels like, if someone has a sibling.”

Lu Feng started wondering himself.

 “In today’s age, it is not really relevant, to have a sibling…” He answered slowly. “Yet, maybe among the people who left at the base, there are a lot of half-siblings. Beside me, there wasn’t anyone who really knew their biological parents.”

 “And those, who got adopted?” An Zhe frowned, and then a shadow flashed through his eyes. “Vance had a little brother too…”

The Colonel stayed silent for a while, observing his face. Naturally, he knew who Vance was. Although An Zhe didn’t talk about him a ton, like he did about his other friends.

 “Hm.” He had to admit. “If the feeling is there, you can consider even a friend as a sibling, you don’t have to have a blood relation between you.”

 “An Ze said, he had the feeling that he got himself a sibling when I took a human shape.”

There was always a type of warmness in An Zhe’s voice when he was talking about the other boy, and this somehow made Lu Feng’s heart softer too. He knew, An Zhe didn’t eat that young man’s genes out of evil reasons, he wanted to save him. The whole thing was coincidental. In fact, Lu Feng was glad for An Ze secretly, since without him, he would’ve never met An Zhe.

 “It surely was like that.” Lu Feng answered quietly. “Don’t you feel the same towards him?”

An Zhe looked at him with great concern.

 “I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. He is important to me. I want to find his bones.”

 “Then why couldn’t you call him a sibling? You both even share the same genes.”

It seemed like An Zhe blushed a little after this, and there were more sparks in his eyes. A light smile appeared on his lips, as if the possibility made him happy.

Lu Feng turned away from him, lying on the bed next to him. The sun was already low enough to shine on his shoulder, but it didn’t reach their faces. For a little while both of them watched the dancing, translucent fabric that was blown by the wind above them; the curtain did its best, it was like a dancer who was performing its most exercised act.

 “An Zhe.”

Lu Feng’s eyes followed the movements. Soon, he heard a soft humming from his side.

 “Would you mind if we do this again sometime?”

His question was followed by silence, but he waited patiently. He wanted to look at An Zhe’s face, but he held himself back from that as well. He thought that if he looked at him now, the boy would feel pressured to give an answer that Lu Feng wanted to hear.

 “When others tried to bed me, I never understood, why are they so adamant about it” An Zhe’s reply was somewhat quieter than earlier. “I knew, what they wanted, yet I didn’t. I’m not a woman. Even if… you pollinate me… there will be nothing out of it. I didn’t quite understand why people love to do this so much.”

 “Do you understand now?” Lu Feng asked, slightly curious. Because the answer could mean that the boy extremely enjoyed the situation.

 “No.”

Maybe it hit the Colonel a little bit, and he couldn’t resist anymore casting a gaze at An Zhe, who was still looking at the ceiling and the curtain. Then he continued.

 “It was good and bad at the same time” He explained. “And you didn’t give me time to get used to it. It was very… intense. My nerves probably work differently from yours. My skin is very sensitive, I don’t even like eating too hard foods, because it scratches my throat. Next time don’t do it this well.”

The brief uncertainty, which nested in the Colonel’s stomach earlier, now evaporated, and a grin climbed up on his face.

The man turned to An Zhe, on his side, and when An Zhe noticed the movement, and looked at him. Lu Feng stroked his face, before he pinched into it.

An Zhe wailed, and pulled his head aside, his eyes threw sparks at him suddenly. It was rare for him to get angry, especially this quickly. But Lu Feng liked this An Zhe too. He saw many types of An Zhes, and he hoped that he would see a lot more in the future. Angry An Zhe was one of his favourites.

The boy unexpectedly sat up, and jumped off the bed as well. It seemed he found his strength. Lu Feng turned onto his back, and lay there leisurely; putting one of his arms under his head, watching the other’s every movement this was.

 “Where are you going?”

An Zhe searched for his clothes. For a moment, he straightened up, hanging his pants on his arm, before he put it on. Then, he took out a clean set.

 “To shower. You can’t come with me.”

 “Why not?”

 “Just because.”

 “An Zhe.”

The boy paused at the door, then reluctantly turned back. Lu Feng rose on his elbows.

 “If your hyphae absorb my seed, can you make me a new spore?”

This wouldn’t work that way, and he knew very well that the differences between their species were obvious, just like the nature of the spore. The reason he mentioned this was only to see the annoyed sparks again.

An Zhe was outraged.

 “There’s no more spore, I won’t give you anything!”

And so, he hurriedly left the room, slamming the door hard. Lu Feng was still grinning, and then he let out a laugh before he got up to follow him. Because, well… what could this little xenogenic do against it, if the Arbiter wanted to shower with him?

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