Rainbow Falls Chronicles M/M

[Ticklishboy30]

01. Shadownapped

The sun shone brightly on the mid-October afternoon. The leaves on the trees were a beautiful display of red, yellow, and orange colors. The fallen ones crunched under the pedestrian's footwear as they headed to various destinations.

Twenty-four-year-old Travis Michaels deeply inhaled the crisp autumn air as he stood on the front porch of the stately three-story hundred-year-old Victorian manor he owned with his twin brother, Trevor Michaels. The twins had magic powers and a couple of guys they trusted with their lives. Travis called himself Lightstream because he could manipulate sunlight and moonlight, and his magic could also heal. Trevor's name was Shadow because he controlled shadows and could create black fog and darkness. Of course, like any magic powers, they had limits, and their magic was not fully matured. If Travis was restrained in anything black and couldn't see any light, his powers were useless. Being unable to see shadows and the color white had the same effect on Trevor.

Twenty-two-year-old Bradley Chadwick III, Trevor's boyfriend, also possessed magical abilities. He could temporarily neutralize another person's magic and was also a wiz with technology. His magic was useless if he couldn't touch or see the person he wanted to stop. Twenty-five-year-old Hunter Wolf, Travis's boyfriend, could track and find anything or anyone. He also could blend in with his surroundings without being seen. He and Bradley worked with their lovers in helping to protect Rainbow Falls. Hunter led the city's Guardians, and Bradley was his partner and trained the junior members.

The five-foot-eleven-inch tall male took a sip from the steaming cup of homemade apple cider in his hand. His silvery light green eyes sparkled with curiosity about what the rest of the day would offer. The young man walked inside and placed the mug on a coaster on top of the square wooden glass top side table beside the light blue fabric upholstered armchair that was to the left of the floor-to-ceiling window. He sat down and relaxed in the comfortable chair, with one light blue skinny jeans-clad leg crossed over the other, then lightly ran his fingers through his flame-red hair with white and orange highlights. Travis's toes wiggled inside the white with grey stripes athletic ankle socks. The redhead picked up his cider, took the last sip, then stood on the oriental rug that covered the light-colored hardwood floor, stretched, and walked through the open-concept living and dining space into the kitchen. He rinsed the mint green mug in the stainless steel double basin sink, then placed it in the dishwasher with the other dishes that waited to be washed when the appliance was filled up.

Trevor stood on the first landing of the stairs and softly giggled as he got ready to play with his brother. The playful male's aquamarine-colored eyes flashed when his twin's size twelve sock-clad feet were standing on the maroon and dark blue colored oriental rug. A shadow tendril slithered along the floor toward its unsuspecting target. It solidified, wrapped around his ankles, pulled them together, and flattened against his light tan skin to look like black duct tape. Travis yelped as he felt his ankles being pulled backward. His hundred-and-sixty-five-pound body fell to the floor so that he was on his hands and knees. Another tendril wrapped around his wrists and did the same thing as the first one after it pulled its victim's arms up over his head.

"Trev, you're sooo gonna regret this," Travis hollered. He could hear his raven-haired brother's giggles from the stairs. His slightly bulging leg and arm muscles strained as the trapped magic user attempted to escape his predicament.

"It's fun to play with my twin, Trav," Trevor said. His smiling face and spikey jet-black hair with dark blue highlights appeared around the corner of the light blue colored wall. He giggled, approached the helpless redhead, and sat beside him on the rug. "So, how's my fav bro's day been?"

Travis half-heartedly growled and continued to pull against the shadows restraining him, despite the knowledge it was useless. "Pretty good until my bro trapped me," he said.

The two-toned-haired male chuckled and said, "ya know, you need to laugh more, Trav." Trevor's eyes sparkled as he rubbed his hands together.

Travis's eyes widened as he gasped just before a flat black shadow formed on his mouth and pulled his lips together. This created a very effective gag and kept him from speaking. His head shook from side to side, and his eyes narrowed. "No, I don't, and can't you make these shadow thingies taste any better." the gagged redhead growled. He used the telepathic link he shared with his brother.

Between them, Travis was stronger, physically speaking, and more ticklish. However, some spots on Trevor that Bradley discovered made him scream with laughter.

Trevor chuckled as he removed the lime green teeshirt from his twin's muscular upper body. He dug his fingers into the fleshy spaces between his captive's ribs. It only took a minute or two for Travis's muffled screams and laughter to reach his ears. In his head, the tickler heard his brother's unhindered hysterical laughs. His eyes flashed and created three tendrils. The first one struck his brother's bare belly button, and the others morphed into hands and then tickled the hairless armpit hollows.

Travis's body wriggled and rolled as much as possible, which wasn't very much because his brother's magic had him totally pinned and helpless. His ticklish screeches and laughter sounded nothing like they did through the telepathic link. His powerful legs pulled and pushed against the bonds keeping his ankles together as his feet flipped back and forth and his toes flexed and curled. Travis's back arched, and his ass slightly lifted off the rug. "This is sooo unfair, Trevor," the redhead screeched between the unending laughter.

A mischievous grin formed on the raven-haired twin's lips as he made the tickling cease. Travis's eyes never left his brother's body as he watched the male witch plan. He could hear the soft chuckles in his head, and he groaned.

Trevor licked his lips then his eyes glowed brightly. "Since my brother thinks I've not been fair, now make his body float suspended in the air."

Travis grunted into the tendril gag as he was levitated. He closed his eyes and mentally tried to block the spell, but the black shadows around his wrists and ankles kept him bound, and the tickling weakened him.

A boyish giggle left the casting witch's lips as he continued the spell. "Here's a trick that's really neat. Remove the socks from Travis's feet."

"Shit, don't take my socks," Travis hollered telepathically.

The plump toes wiggled when the air floated across his silky bare soles. The arches wrinkled and smoothed out when his feet flexed back and forth. Muffled laughter spewed from him when his brother's ten fingernails lightly stroked and scratched slowly up and down his vulnerable ticklish soles. The volume and pitch rose when the base of his toes and the spaces between them were tickled by shadow tendrils as they slid along his tender skin.

Trevor waved his hand, making everything that tickled his brother's sweat-soaked glistening body and the gag disappear. He conjured a freezing cold bottle of water, then supported Travis's head as he helped his twin slowly sip the refreshing liquid. He put the plastic container on the side table, smiled, lightly ran his fingers through his brother's hair, and kissed his damp forehead. "I didn't go too far. Did I, big bro? I love ya too much to ever hurt you." Travis was born three minutes before him. "It's just that we've been working so hard lately and haven't had any bonding or playtime with each other. Also, you really did need the laughs. I could feel your emotions, bro," Trevor said.

"Trevor, you could never hurt me. I know you love me as much as I love you." The redhead's eyes sparkled, and he softly chuckled as his arms wrapped around Trevor's neck. "You always know how to make me smile and laugh, baby bro." He grinned, waved his hand, and Trevor's legs plopped onto his lap. With a snap of his fingers, the raven-haired man's black and purple striped socks disappeared from his feet.

"Now, Trav, you don't..." That was all Trevor could say before his boisterous high-pitched laughter took over his ability to speak because his brother held his toes back as fingernails rapidly strummed across the balls of his soft, size twelve soles. His legs pumped and tried to free themselves from Travis's hold on them. The dark-haired male's head flew back and forth and shook from side to side as his string of continuous cackles filled the house. His feet were one of his major tickle spots.

Travis giggled and said, "I wasn't the only one who needed to laugh, baby bro."

Bradley's motorcycle roared as he drove along Nantucket St. The six-foot-tall blonde male turned into the long winding driveway that led up to the manor. He parked his bike beside his mate's black 2022 Dodge Charger, removed his helmet, and walked up to the front door. He could hear his boy's laughter through the door. He chuckled, shook his head, and entered the home. "I brought lunch, guys," Bradley said as he walked into the living room. He paused, kissed the twin's heads, and then headed for the kitchen counter where he sat his backpack that contained the food from their favorite restaurant.

"Fuck yeah, we're starved," the twins hollered in unison.

The brothers jumped up, ran across the floor, wrapped their arms around Bradley's body, gave him a double bear hug, and kissed his cheeks.

After Travis let go, Trevor gave his lover a much more passionate kiss on his soft, warm, and plump pinkish lips. He giggled and squealed when Bradley lifted him off the floor and twirled him around in a circle before he was set back on his feet. "I love ya, Brad. You're the best boyfriend ever."

"Yeah, ditto, but as a bro," Travis said as he pulled down plates for the food. The redhead turned and looked at his twin, then said, "Umm, aside from Trev, of course," he giggled and dodged his brother's attempt to swat his head.

Bradley's cheeks blushed a light pink as he giggled and said, "I love ya too, my adorable shadow elf and bro."

The young men had Bud light to drink with their lunch of triple bacon burgers and fries.

"Oh, shit, Trav," Bradley said after he swallowed a bite of his burger.

"What's up, Brad?" The redhead responded before sipping his beer.

"I just remembered, there's a double eclipse coming up the day after tomorrow."

Travis and Trevor looked like mirror images of each other as they sat their burgers on their plates, gulped, and stared into each other's eyes.

Bradley shook his head and said, "no matter how many times I see y'all do that, it still amazes and freaks me out,"

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, the table erupted with the young men's laughter.

"Bro, that means you're essentially gonna be powerless and barely able to move," Trevor said with much concern for his brother's wellbeing.

"I know, Trevor," Travis said as he gazed outside through the sliding glass door at the mountains in the distance. "I'm gonna have to start tonight, pulling and conserving light energy to try and sustain myself through both eclipses, as well as maintaining the protective field surrounding the manor."

Trevor's body shivered from the range of emotions pouring from his twin. He reached out, took hold of Travis's hands, and said, "You're not alone, Travis. I'm here, and so are Brad and Hunter. Don't hesitate to depend on us or ask for anything you need. I...we all love you, big bro."

Tears fell from Travis's eyes as he got up and embraced his table mates. "I love both of you also, and thanks for always having my back and loving me," he said.

"Trav, the four of us are a family," Brad said with a resounding symphony of sincerity and confidence in his voice.

Trevor beamed with pride because of his mate's affirmation.

Later, after the sun had set, Travis went up to the sky deck on the manor. He sat on the wooden planks, crosslegged, closed his eyes, and a glowing light surrounded his body as he absorbed the full moon's energy. Bradley was at the manor and made sure Travis wasn't alone in case of an attack.

Trevor was on patrol as Shadow in his black skintight bodysuit, purple belt, boots, and mask. He drove his black and silver motorcycle and kept constant contact with Hunter, who was also patrolling the streets. He'd just turned off Main St. onto Corona Ave. when he saw some flashes of light in the distance. "Yo! Hunter, did you see those flashes?" Trevor asked into his helmet's Bluetooth.

"Yeah, they came from the direction of the docks," Hunter replied.

"I'm close. I'll check it out," Trevor said.

"Be careful, Shadow. I'm about five minutes away."

"Thanks for caring, bro."

"Hey, I gotta watch out for ya. If I didn't, I'd have to deal with my boy's pouting, and that's worse than any evil torture device," Hunter said as he and Trevor shared a hearty chuckle.

The young witch reached the area where he saw the flashes coming from. Immediately, he saw that three of the Jr. Guardians were surrounded by Copy Cat, a lower-level villain who could make clones of himself. Trevor's bike skidded to a halt. He dismounted and removed his helmet before running to aid the younger heroes. "Hang on, guys," Trevor shouted.

While approaching the skirmish, he sent tendril after tendril flying at the attacker. They started at the clone's ankles and rapidly wound upwards, creating a cocoon of shadows. It wasn't long before the overwhelmed young guardians could handle their own fights as multiple attackers fell and became motionless or disappeared. By the time Hunter joined them, the tide had turned, and all but three of the Copy Cats were taken out, and those three ran away.

"Is everyone okay?" the six-foot-two, one hundred-and-eighty-five-pound, dirty blonde-haired leader asked after removing his helmet.

"Yeah, thanks to Shadow," Kyle Baxter responded as he gingerly massaged a spot on his arm where he'd been hit.

Trevor grinned, giggled, squirmed, and blushed as he was given praise, hugs, and even some tickles from the young men he helped. He composed himself, then looked in the direction Copy Cat ran. "Hey, Hunt, I'm gonna go see if Cat got away," he said.

"Go for it, but take one of the guys with you in case there's trouble," Hunter ordered. "And, stay in touch with me," he said with narrowed eyes.

"Geez, one time, I didn't call one time, and ya keep bustin' me for it, ya nag," Trevor giggled and yelped as he jumped away from Hunter's hand when he tried swatting his head. "C'mon Ky, you're with me," Trevor chuckled and blew a raspberry at Hunter, "Love ya, Hunt."

Hunter shook his head and chuckled. "Love ya too, kid."

Kyle and Trevor talked about the attack and how it started. The pair had just rounded the corner of a building when a combination flash and knockout gas bomb exploded above them. Kyle was out within a second.

"Hunter, we've been hit with a flash gas grenade combo, Ky's..." The witch's sentence was cut off as the gas filled his lungs and did its job.

"I got 'em," Copy Cat said as he and two other clones bound the hero’s wrists and ankles with white duct tape, and blindfolded him. Then, they picked up the unconscious Shadow and carried him off into the darkness.

"Ky, Shadow, where are y'all?" Hunter called out as he followed the tracker embedded in the heel of Kyle's boots. He gasped when he got there and only saw Kyle's unmoving body lying on the ground. He wiped the tears from his eyes and called Bradley.

"Hey, Hunt, how is everything out there?"

"Bro, I hate having to say this, but Shadow's been Shadownapped."

 

[Ticklishboy30]

02. Rescued Shadow

Bradley gasped and let the tears drip down his cheeks. "My mate's been kidnapped?" He paused while listening to Hunter's account of everything that happened. "Umm, Hunt, should we tell Trav that his…"

"Brother's been captured?"

The red-haired witch’s sudden appearance, combined with the interruption and completion of his statement, made Bradley yelp and almost drop the phone. "T-Travis," Bradley momentarily stammered. "I only asked Hunter because…"

Travis wiped his tears before he walked up to, then embraced his twin's emotional mate and kissed his cheek. "I know why you asked the question, bro. You were trying to decide the best course of action because of the situation and the upcoming eclipses. It's put us all in a very awkward position." The redhead paused and sighed before he continued. "Hell, I don't know what I'd do if it was you, me, or Hunter who was captured."

Bradley nodded as he returned the affection. Next, he placed the phone on speaker, so Hunter could be heard and brought into the conversation.

Hunter's sorrow-filled voice came across the line's connection. "Babe, I'm sorry that I let Shadow be caught. I'm taking full..."

"Hunt, you're not to blame. Sweetie, we all know the risks of protecting the city and each other," Travis said, attempting to calm his lover.

"But, Light, we don't know where Shadow is," Hunter responded.

"Yes, we do." Travis couldn't help his boyish giggling when he saw Bradley's facial expression.

"How?"

Bradley's and Hunter's unified question brought even more laughter to Travis. "Shadow used our twin sense to let me know he was in danger. When he's conscious and opens the link, we can find his location and rescue him."

"You do mean we, right, Lightstream" Hunter asked with a serious tone. "I don't want you running off on your own."

"Of course, I mean we, babe. I'd never be that stupid to go off on a rescue mission alone," Travis said.

Bradley smirked and said, "again, you mean, doncha, bro." From behind, he clutched his mate's brother's body just above his hips, and his fingers kneaded the soft fleshy spot.

Travis jerked from side to side as he jumped up and down like a cricket in Bradley's inescapable grip. “Brahahahahadlehehehey, yooohoohoou're tihihihickling meeeheeheee," the male witch squealed between his wild laughter. He panted and playfully growled at the younger, giggling man. "One time, I went off on my own, one time, and ya still jump on me for it," Travis said before blowing a raspberry.

Hunter chuckled at his mate's and Bradley's playfulness. He loved the close relationship he and the three younger guys shared. "There's no question you're Shadow's brother. He said the same thing when I told him to stay in contact with me. I gotta go check on Ky, guys. I'll call back later to see where things are. I love you both."

"Love you too, babe/Hunt," Bradley and Travis replied in unison.

Travis giggled as he wrapped his arms around Bradley's waist, kissed his cheek, and laid his head on the taller man's muscular chest. Bradley lowered his chin onto Travis's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him.

"Thanks for tickling me. I needed it to take my mind off Trev," Travis said between his soft sobs.

"We both needed your laughter and the distraction, big bro."

The red-haired male raised his head and looked into Bradley's teary light golden eyes. "Brad, that's the first time you've called me big bro," he said.

"Well, you are my big brother, aren't ya?" Bradley asked.

"Always and forever, Brad," Travis said as he dried his tears.

"Ya know, Trev's gonna be fine, and we'll get him back," the two men said in unison.

"C'mon, baby bro, you can help me make some explosive potions while we wait for Trev to open the link," Travis said.

Bradley nodded and followed the redhead into the kitchen.

******

In his warehouse, by the docks, Copy Cat grinned, and his warm moist tongue lightly slid across his lips as he gazed upon the resting captured hero. The twenty-seven-year-old bi-racial male's slender fingers gently rubbed the end of his chin. With his height of five-foot-seven inches, the villain was often underestimated and discounted as a powerful force. However, the curly-haired brunet was more muscular than he appeared and more cunning than anyone thought. He only kidnapped Shadow as bait to trap Lightstream and prove to himself and others that he could capture the heroic pair.

The villain had his copies take Shadow to a room with white walls, where they stripped the younger man down to his underwear and used some white rope to bind his acquired treasure to a St. Andrew's cross. He softly purred and ran his fingers through his dark brown, almost black hair. He did nothing to stifle the light giggles that flowed from him as he lightly traced his index fingertip along the edge of the waistband of Shadow's underwear. His light brown eyes widened and twinkled with excitement when his middle fingernail barely touched the restrained man's plump bare toes as it ran along the edges of each digit. His captive's feet instantly shook from side to side, his silky arches wrinkled as his body twitched and slightly wriggled. Shadow's light, airy giggling and whispered affirmation that it tickled made the captor's black jeans tighten as his manhood plumped and stiffened.

The brunet got on his knees, leaned forward, and lightly touched the balls of the other man's quivering right foot. Copy Cat's nose ran along the bases of Shadow's toes as he generously inhaled the natural musky scent, and it got him horny in seconds. He also couldn't deny how adorable the hero's underwear looked on him. They were white briefs decorated with little monkeys eating bananas, and there was a pinkish-orange trim on the waistband and leg holes. He unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans and pulled them down enough to masturbate as he gently nibbled each toe and sucked them. The man was so worked up and turned on that he released his semen in less than five minutes.

"Ugh, my head," Shadow exclaimed.

As his eyes began to flutter open, his senses awakened, and the young hero quickly realized he was immobilized and wearing only his underwear. He looked around the white-walled room, and a bright pink blush developed on his cheeks when he saw his captor's amused smile and bright eyes.

"Copy Cat, what the fuck are you up to?" the raven-haired male growled.

The villain's cackling filled the room. Copy Cat walked closer to the struggling man's body.

******

"Can ya hand me the dragon's blood, Brad?" Travis asked as he threw powders into the smoking cauldron. "Thanks, bro. Now, stand back."

Bradley stepped back and watched as Travis stood beside him and tossed the last powder into the concoction. As soon as the substance landed in the black metal basin, a blast sounded, followed by a quick puff of fiery smoke. He'd watched both twins do this many times before but was still amazed by the results. "Hey, can you and Trev teach me to make potions and do magic?" he asked.

"Sure, if you want to learn. Being able to cast a spell really boils down to following a recipe and believing in the results. If you believe it, then you can achieve it," Travis said as he put the potion into small vials.

"I've always wondered something, Trav," Bradley said as he put the vials into a couple of travel containers.

Travis smiled, raised his arm, and giggled as he ruffled Bradley's hair. "What's that, bro?" he asked.

"Why do you and Trev have the alter ego names and costumes? I mean, it's not like you guys have to hide your identities like some of the guardians and other heroes."

Travis's head flew back as he released heartfelt boisterous cackles. "That was Trev's idea. When he was a kid, he was obsessed with Wonder Woman, He-Man, She-Ra, The Flash, Superman, and other superheroes. He didn't want to be a hero without me, so he talked me into the whole thing. Also, our light and shadow powers are mystical and handed down through generations. Most superheroes and villains got their superpowers through science or some explainable event. Even with all the power-wielding inhabitants of Rainbow Falls, there's not much tolerance or understanding of true magic, witches, the craft, or other supernatural beings."

"That really sucks. You'd think people would be more open-minded these days," Bradley said as he hugged Travis and kissed his cheek.

The young men sat on the couch. Travis pulled Bradley's legs across his lap, then gently massaged his newly claimed brother's bare feet. Bradley's toes flexed and curled as contented sighs and soft giggles floated into the room from behind the blonde male's parted lips.

"Trevor's too sweet and adorable," Bradley said. He swiped his fingers at the tears in his eyes as he thought about the raven-haired witch he'd fallen in love with.

Travis could feel the intense love and devotion in Bradley's heart for him and Trevor and smiled. "I know how much you love us, and more specifically, my brother," he said as he shifted his position and gently rubbed Bradley's back and shoulders.

"I do love him," Bradley affirmed.

The blonde's eyes were red, and tears streamed down his cheeks when he turned and faced the slightly older man. He wrapped his arms around Travis, laid his head on his chest, and cried.

Travis lovingly kissed his brother's head and comforted the emotional young man. He pulled back just enough to be able to gaze into the teary eyes and said, "Come with me, bro."

Bradley nodded, then got to his feet and stretched. "Where are we going?"

"To scry for my brother, we're not waiting for him to open our link," Travis said as he led Bradley into the room that held the brother's book of shadows.

******

"Hey, get away from me," Shadow warned.

The young hero's muscles strained as he pulled against the restraints keeping him bound to the cross.

Copy Cat giggled as he continued advancing closer to his prey. "I think it's time for you to be given a test," he said before creating a pair of clones that stood on either side of the helpless Shadow.

"Umm, nah, I'm good, dude. Besides, I haven't had time to study for anything," Shadow said between his nervous giggling.

"Don't worry, kid. All you need to know is how to laugh," the villain's laughter increased when he saw the younger man's body shiver and his toes scrunch as his left foot covered the right one and vice versa.

"Sweet, I love to laugh, especially at jokes," Shadow said with a chuckle. "Does that mean you're gonna go into being a comedian?"

Copy Cat shook his head and laughed. "You're an adorably cute hero, Shadow," he said.

The villain handed each of his clones a sonic toothbrush. Moving in synch, they switched the brushes on, then slowly and lightly ran the swiveling, swirling bristles along Shadow's tanned nipples. Instantly, the room filled with the trapped hero's boyish giggles. Shadow's back arched, and his ass bounced up and down on the bench of the cross.

"C'mohohohohon, nohohohohot thihihihiiissss," Shadow squealed. His cheeks turned bright pink from the embarrassment of being tickled by his captor.

"I love how cute your giggles and squeals are, young Shadow," Copy Cat teased.

The duplicates moved the toothbrushes to the vulnerable deep, damp, hairy armpit hollows. Shadow's eyes widened as his giggling increased and got louder. No one ever tickled his pits with toothbrushes, so he didn't even realize the level of ticklishness that spot had. His upper torso writhed and thrashed against the burgundy padded backrest but remained trapped by the white rope on his wrists and ankles.

"Fuhuhuhuck, thahahahat tihihickkklehehehesss," Shadow screeched. He took breaths where he could get them as sweat glistened on his forehead and dripped from his hair. The young hero could feel the physical strain the tickling put on his muscles as he continued to fight against the bondage.

Outside the warehouse, Bradley, Hunter, and Lightstream finished their plan to rescue Shadow. Lightstream shot an energy beam at one of the windows on the second floor. His protective forcefield glowed as the light blue and silver bodysuit-clad witch created a grappling hook and rope from the moonlight, so he could climb the wall and get inside. Bradley and Hunter also used the glowing creation to enter the building. Lightstream motioned for the trio to separate and locate Shadow. Hunter ordered everyone to stay in contact, which earned him a playful tickle attack on his hips from Bradley and a blown raspberry from his mate.

"Thththanks for the break," Shadow stammered as he panted and continued to giggle from the phantom ticklish sensation running through his body.

Copy Cat smiled as he lightly drummed and softly stroked his fingers along the center of his captive's soft, high-curved arches. "Ya know, Shadow, you've got some nice lookin' feet. What size are they?" he asked.

"They're size twelve. Eeek, shhihihit, nohohohot my feeheeheet," The brunet squealed through his giggles. His head hit the headrest with a resounding thud. "You've got a foot fetish, dontcha?" Shadow asked.

Copy Cat nodded and leaned over. His lips wrapped around each olive-like toe as he sucked them, and his tongue slowly licked up and down the length of the young man's wrinkling soles. Shadow giggled, his body bucked, and his toes tried to avoid the invasion by scrunching, but to no avail. The toe-sucker chuckled as he held the man's toes back, and his fingernails slowly dragged back and forth the balls of Shadow's bare, helpless soles. This caused the hero's body to thrash and bounce on the wooden cross. The tickler swore the high-pitched screeches and howling laughter would shatter the windows.

Lightstream knew he'd found his brother and couldn't help chuckling as he followed the tickle-induced laughter and pleadings of not tickling his bare feet. "He's just around the corner, guys, and Brad, he's not hurt." Lightstream paused, then said, "In fact, he's gonna be tickled to see us," the redhead softly laughed as the other two men groaned at his pun because they clearly heard the laughter Shadow makes when he's being tickled into oblivion. Figuring his brother had suffered enough, Lightstream silently entered the room, unseen by Copy Cat.

"I'll be back, cutie. I need to contact Lightstream," the tanned villain said as he patted the top of Shadow's feet.

"Ya don't have to go far to do that, Cat," Lightstream said as he appeared behind the shorter man. He winked at his twin and shot an energy beam that hogtied Copy Cat.

"Thanks for the rescue, bro," Shadow said as he jumped into Lightstream's arms once he was released.

The hero looked at the villain, wriggling and grumbling on the floor. He sat down, wrapped an arm around the trapped man's ankles, untied his shoes, then pulled them and the socks off his captor's feet. Copy Cat's eyes clenched shut, and his head shook from side to side.

"Are ya ticklish, Copy Cat?" Shadow asked.

The bare-chested hero chuckled and stroked his fingernails up and down the flapping bare feet. Laughter spewed from the captured villain as he fought against the glowing beam that kept him helpless. Lightstream's chuckles blended with Bradley's and Hunter's as they watched Shadow enjoy getting some ticklish justice for being captured and tickled.

"Aww, you wore the underwear I got ya for Christmas," Bradley said. He giggled as Shadow blushed, then playfully growled at him.