He pulled his hand free from Jack's grip, raising it into a fist, ready to punch him if he tried that again.
"Birds of a feather flock together..."
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" snarled Adam, keeping his fists raised.
"What... what did you hear?" asked Jack, "You heard something..." sounding oddly happy that Adam was now seeming to hear the voice.
"Birds of a feather flock together..." The voice rasped, and they both looked out from their half-shadows hunting for the source.
In Adam's distraction, Jack grabbed his fist, pulling it low, to brush over his crotch. Even curled up, Adam could tell something was wrong. Despite fighting his sense of wrongness, he unclenched the fist.
Jack pressed Adam's flattened palm over his crotch. Adam's eyes shot wide, in horror. "Your.... your cock.... it's.. it's gone..." He gasped.
Adam's fingers probed more willingly, hunting for a cock tucked away, or some other trick. Jack's eyes went wide, as Adam's fingers probed too firmly, too deeply.
"A wand for a wand." The words drifted to Adam's ears.
Their meaning obscure, but the snapping sensation from his own crotch was too terrifying to ignore. Instinct drove his hands to cover his crotch. Finding like Jack, that his 'pride and joy' had vanished.
"M.. Mine too." Adam wailed, his voice warbling, and getting louder as he spoke.
"We've... We've... You've! got to return it!" he said stabbing Jack in the chest with his forefinger.
Nodding his head meaningfully towards Jack's stolen prize.
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