"Where's the fire? Already here, grumpy astronaut. You can stop stretching my name endlessly. ... What do you want?"

"You arrogant little asshole! I'll tear your feelers out ...", the Russian growled through his clenched teeth. "How do you imagine that? Do you want her to drag me around all day? You bring me my wheelchair now, or I'll ..."

"Stop being so comfortable." The redhead put his hands on his hips. "April's trying so hard with you. Cooking, cleaning, entertaining you, petting and feeding cats. What have you got against her?"

"What... have you still got all your cups in the cupboard? She's a false snake, curious and sex-obsessed," the Torio scolded and reaped nothing but an overbearing laugh.

"Yes, you are... I know. She is keen on you. I already noticed that on my first visit to you. ... I'm surprised she hasn't gotten to you yet. It's amazing."

"Bullshit! The blond hissed and the alien innocently shrugged.

"What... oh, no... I only find her nice and caring, her fingers, tender and loving," Hichan continued to rave.

"Pah! Your feelers do not light up... nor do they bloom, so don't kid yourself... That is not love, that is... greed," Torio said soberly.

"Oh, you are sweet and yes... it's true, true love would make me look different, but... I'm just terribly curious, want to try and test everything ... I can tell you how it was..."

"He? Are you losing your mind? ... I knew she was a witch and she seems to have an even stronger effect on you aliens. But you seem to forget the fact that you have to use a medium... ...and... stop! ... Don't even think about... I'll be in the next...", the angry blond looked at his watch. „... "I won't sleep for 40 hours."

"Oh, no, hi, hi, hi... you'll never make it," giggled the alien.

"You bet... I am an astronaut with body and soul!"

"Then I'll just take the letter carrier, he won't hold this fainting spell against me."

"Enough! No more people are used, understand? You should keep as low a profile as possible, or do you want to get busted?" Torio was close to a nervous breakdown.

"Of course not... ...I'm just kidding." The redhead leaned over to his patient and put his hands on his bare chest.

"Don't worry, I'm much better disguised and trained than your Mori. They won't find me, don't worry. And as for your wheelchair, it's confiscated, a piece of evidence of your death, so to speak. I can't get it back for you. That means you'll have to use your legs, for better or worse," he explained. "Just let me do it. ... Do you feel that?" Torio drew in the air sharply, as if a stabbing pain was running through his body. "I'm trying to open your blockages. Your energy flow is disturbed and prevents you from moving. "Work with me and you will progress faster."

With his eyes closed, the space explorer tried to absorb the alien's energy. It was hard for him to trust this joker, but what else could he do?

"Shit... ah ... that ... that feels good," he groaned and enjoyed the hot waves that moved from his upper body to the tips of his toes, but a sudden knock at the door disturbed the two of them and the astronaut flinched in shock.

"Torio? Are you... finished? I will help you again... into the living room." April tried really hard to be very sensitive and slow and before she even opened the door, Hichan faded behind it and revealed Torio's bare chest.

"I made you breakfast... Um... you are... not dressed yet? Shall I bring you some fresh clothes?" she asked, turning around and leaving at the same moment. Hichan puffed a bit out of breath:

"Your therapy is quite exhausting. This time, the fingers with the many little suction cups lay on the thighs of the person and immediately the legs began to shake and the blond Russian began to moan.

"Be careful," warned the miracle healer and sucked so hard on the man's muscles that he cried out in horror.

"Ow! Fuck, what are you doing?" The skin he touched had turned red and tiny little circles adorned the thighs in the shape of two hands. "Hey! ... Damn, how can I explain this?" But when the blonde's footsteps could be heard, the grinning alien faded again.

So the few minutes April needed for the fresh laundry were enough and Hichan disappeared in time before she returned, only the marks on her legs were still clearly visible.

Torio couldn't react that fast to throw anything over it and so he did the most obvious thing: He crossed and twisted his arms as best he could and hit the red areas for therapeutic purposes.

"Oops... is this a part of your self-healing?" she asked in amazement and put the clothes next to him, but a loud purring distracted her immediately and she began to inspect the bathroom. "Kitty, kitty ... where are you?"

"Thank you," Torio murmured softly and April was happy about his nice little gesture. She had no idea to whom the thanks actually went.

After twenty minutes the astronaut was sitting on the sofa in the living room and could already use the next shower. He did not like the intensive physical contact with the woman at all. Hichan actively supported the American woman, but he still left her enough weight so that she would not look conspicuous.

"You are a huge mystery to me," the woman said to her former fellow students. "Why did you never tell me about your project? Do you have additional medical help? Where do you get this strength to be so hard and persistent with your body? ... I admire you, honestly." Blue eyes adored him in love.

"Hm..." was all Torio could think of.

"It's okay for me, you don't have to explain anything. "Just let me help you. "I also promise not to make any more advances, except..." She smiled almost shyly and Torio remembered the night he put the cooling gel on Mori, in April's wrap.

'Unless there's an alien inside you ...,' he thought and sighed heavily. Two more days separated him from his "doe eyes". If only he could tell Morika how much he missed him, how eagerly he waited for the moment to be with him ..."

"You look so sad and tired, what can I do? ..." she asked sympathetically. "Maybe we should get Tomoya and Ryota back if you don't want to use the wheelchair anymore... eh, have you?" she suggested, shoving the full cup of tea and the prepared breakfast in front of him.

"Hm ...", came back and the blond Russian looked around asking as if he needed someone's permission. His head moved automatically, nodding back and forth as the alien softly hummed in his ear:

"Yes, you know... do that. ... Good idea, more time for me and ..." The red fly sat on the shoulder of the astronaut and focused its big facet eyes on its next "victim".

"Of course, why didn't I think of it before?" the man said thoughtfully. "You're right, they can lift me up easier than you can and... "and, uh... I'm going to ask for it right now. ... April? What's wrong?" The blonde stared incredulously at the insect. Even the multiple blinks and pinches did not change the color and the impressive size of the animal.

"Da... da..." She pointed her finger in his direction. "For God's sake, Torio, don't move. There's a..." At the same moment the alien rose in its newly acquired medium and growled directly at the horrified woman. Even Torio was startled by the deep whirring next to him.

"...a monster fly!"

the blonde screamed, jumped up and waved her hands defensively.

"Help!"

The acrobatic flying skills of the mutated insect were amazing. It kept circling around April's head, skilfully evading her flailing hands.

The astronaut turned his eyes, knowing who was controlling this annoying animal.

"Hichan... stop this nonsense," he tried to bring the alien to its senses, but it was far too soft and cautious to drown out the terrifying monster. Meanwhile, April had run around the sofa and fled into a corner of the room, crouching and bending in all directions to escape the beast, but it looked like the fly was determined to get under her clothes.

"Hichan!" the man yelled angrily as the woman followed by the alien fly ran out of the room.

"Ahhh... yes, call the cat! Let her eat up this annoying vermin. Hichan! Kitty, kitty... ahhh!"

After an hour the robots were already standing in front of the apartment door and were happy to see that they still got along with each other.

The plan was to give Torio and April some privacy and it seemed to have worked. Full of expectation, the two sheet metal companions rolled into the large living room and were startled at the condition of their owner.

"Holy shit, ... Torio my dear, what has she done to you?" Ryota would have sparkled at the American woman... if he could. "I knew it was a bad idea. But when he saw her running out of the kitchen, sweat-soaked, with a bright red head and completely out of breath, he shook his head in confusion.

The chase with the fly was long over, but Hichan didn't let it catch his breath. "Torio! Where on earth is this cat? Go get her, now! There ... there's a mouse in the kitchen," she screamed hysterically, but did not mention the color of the rodent, because she thought she had been mistaken.

"Stop it! That's it! It is enough! Hiiichaaan!" The astronaut sounded hoarse, like after a loud rock music karaoke evening. Astonished, the robots looked back and forth between the annoyed man and the excited woman.

"What? ... Who ... is Hichan?" Tomo asked with wide open eyes and jumped into Ryota's arms with his spring-loaded rollers as something red scurried across the floor. "Oh God, a mouse! You have mice!? Red ones!? ... They'll nibble all my cables. Torio! This is a disaster.

Slowly the hectic base in the apartment calmed down again.

The mouse was gone, the fly and the cat too, and the astronaut was just trying to explain the new circumstance of going through life without a wheelchair. The impulse for this was given to him by the pretty American woman with her theory of self-therapy.

"I try to do it my way and I am under your authority to give advice. You are here to do your usual work, so no more questions," he said sternly, but then added with a smile: "Oh yes, ... nice to see you again."

"But, ... what about yours ...," Tomoya began skeptically, but before he could say another word, someone pressed his power button. Ryota just laughed:

"Just got back from the repair shop and already has the first problems." When the smaller and somewhat chubbier robot rebooted his system, his first suspicion naturally fell on his colleague.

"What is this shit? Stop it!"

"Hey, stop bitching, it wasn't me. No need to play games. Your energy has been drawn off, out of the blue," the taller replied calmly. "But I know what you wanted to ask Torio: Where is the roll..." The word was swallowed because Ryo was also drained of power.

Now it was one of their favorite pastimes to lure each other out, but now the tin men were not to blame.

I wonder who couldn't keep his fingers still?

The astronaut was not inconvenienced by this, however, if the redhead was to let off steam with the helpers, the main thing was that he spared April, who had already developed a phobia of the color red.

"April?" The Russian considered for a moment how much kindness he should give her, the prospect of having to get along with her for only one and a half days, but he was graciously pleased. "I am glad... to have you back here. The first few days without my drivable vehicle will not be easy. Even if Tomo and Ryo take over the hauling, there's still a lot to do. You can take care of the shopping, ... for example," he said, and as sweet and trusting as he looked out of his tired eyes, nothing could be denied. April certainly felt that way and moved a little closer to him.

"We're going to make a good team," she said, visibly delighted at his kind words. "We'll just have everything delivered to our front door. That way we save time and in the meantime I take care of the laundry and everything else."

And so the first half of the day went without any major incidents. Even Hichan soon lost the fun of switching the two robots on and off and only showed up to lay his healing hands on his patient when he was alone.

Just in such moments as now, when the blonde passed a shopping list to the nearest department store and Tomoya and Ryota were busy cleaning the bathroom.

"It's getting boring here. Wouldn't you like to enjoy yourself a little more before you make a permanent alliance with an alien?" The redhead knelt over the astronaut's feet on his bed and worked on his joints. The view of Torio's well-hung boxer shorts gave him some selfish ideas.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" the blond man asked, still quite relaxed at the moment. Meanwhile he could use the touches of the alien for himself, felt the positive energy and the loosening in his sick legs.

"Man Torio, don't act dumber than you are. This is your last chance and April is so ready", he explained more precisely and grinned up to him.

"What!? Forget it!"

"Forget it? call it a side effect of your bachelor party." Hichan raised his eyebrows and licked his lips with a smacking sound. "I tell you... she tastes real sweet."

"Huh?" The man opposite shook his head in disgust. "How do you know that," he asked curiously.

"Well, what do you think? My long rough tongue already spoiled all female, intimate parts of the body ... only ... unfortunately my fingers were furry paws and I could not please them any further.

"Just as I thought... "but... I don't care what you say. No thanks! Besides, Mori said it would be a good thing... a great advantage and it would make everything easier if I could still..."

"If you need anything else...? The alien blinked and looked in Torio's face for any signs of cheating, but the blond Russian was innocence itself, so...

"Wow! ... My goodness, untouched? With... eh, how old are you?... 30?"

"Shut up. Even though the alien had supernatural abilities, he couldn't avoid the blow to the back of his head.

"Ouch! I'm sorry, but... hey, look in the mirror. You look really old."

"No wonder, you're costing me years of my life too," snorted the man in front of him.

"Well, well, I'm just helping you get on with your life, Mr. "Don't touch me." Now, pay attention." The many small suction cups on Hichan's hands pulled ever tighter onto the sensitive skin of the astronaut's knees. The nascent burning in Torio's body brought all the numb nerve endings to life.

"Ah! Hichan! This is torture what you are doing. ... Stop it, damn it! No more... ahhh... Hichan! Stop! With a bright red face, the blond man pushed his tormentor away. "Shit... it's possible... everything much... too fast," he gasped heavily for breath. "My circulation can't take it much longer. I am... I am so damn tired." Helpless and completely exhausted, Torio leaned back into his pillow and tried to catch his breath. "Are you sure... with this kind of treatment... successful with this kind of treatment? Why do you... is it so painful? And costs me... so much strength? ... God, I could fall asleep on the spot." He closed his eyes and struggled with the aftermath of the therapy.

"It's okay, we'll leave it at that. "You just rest, and I'll take over for a while." Hichan, who had picked himself up, crouched at the blond man's feet and grinned mischievously. "Just rely on me, it's getting better every time," he reassured her, crawling up the person and gently stroking his cheek.

"Are you asleep yet?" he whispered close to Torio's mouth and wanted to open his lips with his thumb. It would be a piece of cake to slip into him and let the hot American woman ride on the hips of the borrowed body.

So simple ...

But at the same moment, it was the alien, with protruding eyes and choking sounds, at the mercy of the astronaut's vice-like hands.

"You sneaky little red rat! Did you think at first, I would leave you my ...!" Torio shook his victim growling. "You are very much mistaken about me. I'm tough as leather and will turn you into cat food if you take my innocence!" A last rebellion in emergency situations was part of his profession, but his body had never let him down. So also now.

It was only when the redhead sucked his suckers tightly against the man's neck that his strength finally left him and Hichan freed his neck from the tight stranglehold.

What a stubborn fellow. ... His virginity will not help him much. Mori is destined to become a man one way or another,' he thoughtfully stepped away from the now peacefully sleeping man and tried to figure out the connection. What did his brother mean by It would make things easier? The mating itself? The transformation to human or alien? What did Mori know that Hichan couldn't find out yet? Admittedly, not even in his wildest dreams did the alien think about the possibility of the parties involved remaining untouched.

"Hmm..." The alien squinted his eyes together to think better.

"And when ... both have never ...?" A snap of the fingers announced his enlightenment. "I can't do this... Mori, you innocent angel. You are both still virgins and you wanted to tell the whole story in this small mountain lake, under the protection of the freezing cold water. ... Ingenious." A broad grin fell on his lips. "It's not quite what Dad and I had planned, but in the end it all comes out the same and it's a lot less dangerous.

Hichan was still absorbed in his thoughts as he faded as a curious April looked into the room.

She whispered the name "Torio?" so as not to disturb the apparently dozy person and made sure not to have any of the robot assistants in the room.

After the somewhat spectacular end of the treatment on the astronaut, he lay on the bed, only very lightly dressed, and stretched out his arms and legs. The special grip with the alien fingers in the neck of the man caused a quick and harmless fainting to put someone out of action for a short time. Very practical, but only the IUCHIS species had this gift.

The longing look of the blonde was so obvious that the redhead excitedly watched every movement of her body. He did not even need to be able to read their minds to guess their next steps. He placed himself protectively in front of his patient, wanted to cover him, but the American stubbornly stared through him and scanned every centimeter of the astronaut.

'Sorry, ... I'm really sorry for us, my sweetheart, the piece of jewelry behind me is not meant for any of us. You'll have to look elsewhere, for better or worse,' Hichan thought to himself, backing away as much as possible, but April was getting dangerously close. 'Wow wow, girl! What am I going to do with you now?' He could have touched them, scared them, blown on them or pinched them, but he chose the more effective method: the cat!

He slipped past the woman and tried the tried and true trick. So far it had worked excellently and at the moment he could not think of anything better. A few "meows" here and a "cooing" there, actually lured the woman from her bed and so the alien continued the game of hiding in the hallway, through the whole apartment. Only in the kitchen did it stop at the window for a while, and when the delivery service car turned into the driveway, Hichan immediately recognized the opportunity it presented.