Alright... second-to last chapter of this fic! Woo~

Warnings; blood, a bit of gore, implied smexing, and Jack Frost being an idiot...

Whoever gets what werewolf movie I'm referrencing in here gets kudos~

And Jack Frost plays the cello... it's the wood he's referring to at the end of this chapter...

The change that took over his body was Hell, for lack of a better term.

With Sanderson's help, Kozmotis had requested a week and a half off from teaching at the community college. He couldn't help but mourn as the sick days he'd been saving up for a vacation be used for this sickness he was going through. He was incredibly grateful the Head of the Music Department was very lenient and knew him well. At Aster's insistence, he moved into the werewolf's home for the allotted time to have someone look after him during his transformation. Kozmotis didn't like to be babied, but since this was something that could be potentially dangerous to society, he was okay with being under temporary house arrest. Aster's house wasn't so bad; it was a rather large cabin in the wooded area of Burgess and a few miles outside city limits. Kozmotis packed a few belongings with him; the werewolf had told him to pack old clothes he didn't care much for, and that frightened him a little. When he stepped into the cabin, he felt like he was stepping into a penitentiary.

The first sign of change was blood.

Granted, if it was a bloody nose every five hours, or maybe if he was a woman, he would be alright with it. Instead, he was born a man, and for a day and a half, he bled heavily. As stated before, if he was a woman, bleeding from his privates probably wouldn't have been so bad. Instead, he was curled up on the bed, holding onto his aching stomach as he felt warm, thick blood ooze out of his urethra. It was disgusting and sent horrible shudders down his spine, and he wanted to gag when some of the blood was coagulated. His back hurt, his abdomen hurt, even his prostate hurt… or at least he thought it was his prostate… he really didn't know… all he was certain of was that he had a new profound sympathy for women everywhere. He also craved chocolate; specifically dark chocolate with almonds. Aster was happy to provide for him, but abhorred the sudden mood swings Kozmotis seemed to suffer. It was the longest day and a half of his life. The second night, he happily went to bed, ecstatic over the fact he didn't have to sleep a certain way or wear any more menstruation pads (they were a lifesaver). As he fell asleep, he felt Aster lift the white tank he used as a pajama top up until his shoulder blades and cursed something under his breath. He moaned softly and turned onto his side, giving the man the hint to let him sleep. If he had stayed awake longer, he would've heard Aster complain about the change happening faster than he thought, or hearing something about his spine.

The ancients believed that pure metals purified the blood, and would use them in jewelry or piercings.

Pitchiner had taken a walk outside in the forest the next night. He had overheard a conversation between Sanderson and Aster about confining him in the cabin due to his transformation happening quicker than expected, so he decided to enjoy one more night of freedom before being locked up. Kozmotis had worn a small jacket and some old jeans for his walk, and he planned to just walk a few yards around the perimeter of the house before sitting on the porch and watching the night sky. Then he spotted a young deer, and something took over his mind for the following hour. Once he regained his senses, Kozmotis found himself somewhere far away from the cabin covered in blood and kneeling next to a hollowed-out deer carcass. He ran back to the cabin with a speed he didn't even know he hand, ignoring Aster's angry and relieved expression as he pushed him aside and ran into the bathroom.

"The bloody 'ell were you!?" He snarled as he stepped into the bathroom. Kozmotis didn't respond; instead he retched and began to vomit in the toilet. Aster's eyes widened when he spotted the blood on the man's face, hands, jacket, and in the toilet bowl.

"…Kozzy… Mate… what did you do?" Kozmotis whimpered, looking up at him with the saddest, golden eyes the werewolf had ever seen before vomiting again.

"Went… out for a… walk…" He replied weakly. "Saw… a deer… something… took over me-"The man threw up again, and Aster knelt down by his side, rubbing his back in a soothing manner.

"It's alright, love… It's your animal instinct that took over…" Kozmotis retched one more time, before his stomach had finally settled. "Unless you know how to control that voice in yer' head or ya got some silver on ya, yer' gonna have to be locked up for a month while we train ya…"

"But… I have friends! Two jobs! They're going to notice I'm missing!" he cried out desperately. Aster sighed, helping the man to his feet.

"That's why I'm gonna help you control that voice… and silver's a good help, too…" Pitchiner sighed and let himself be cleaned up before changing into his nightwear and going to his room. At some point during his vomiting session, Sanderson had come along to check on him. The blonde was currently holding a 14-gauge piercing needle over a flame as Pitchiner held an ice cube over the skin just above his navel.

"You know…" he stated, glancing up at the ceiling with skeptical golden eyes, "I highly doubt a silver belly ring is going to do me any good…" Sanderson smiled a little as he looked up.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but silver going through your bloodstream actually helps with the transformation…" He stuck his tongue out and rolled it up, revealing a silver loop on the flap underneath. "This baby helped me throughout my transformation during high school…" Pitchiner sighed.

"Do I really need it on my navel?" he whined. Sanderson nodded.

"Unfortunately… We can't pierce your eyebrows, ears, nose, lips, or tongue because you're a professional and want to keep a clean look, and you looked absolutely livid when Aster recommended getting a nipple piercing…" Pitchiner shuddered. "So… the last thing to pierce is your midriff…" He lifted the needle away from the flame and inspected it before walking over and straddling the other's hips. "You ready?" Kozmotis nodded nervously before tossing the ice cube into the small bowl on the nightstand and grabbing the bed frame.

"Yes… now hurry up before I change my mind…" Sanderson didn't reply; instead he pinched some skin between his fingers and drove the needle in. Pitchiner bit back a scream as he arched his back from the pain; he didn't know how teenagers could do this so easily. He vaguely heard the other say something about the needle being stuck as his nails began to dig into the oak frame. Pitchiner almost sighed in relief when the needle was slid out, only to flinch when a silver hoop was slid inside in its place. He relaxed, moaning in exhaustion when he felt the skin being dabbed by a cotton ball wet with after-care liquid.

"You alright there, Kozzy?" Sanderson asked casually, ignoring the pointed glare from his friend. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a stripper about to regret getting her navel pierced two weeks later…" The blonde only chuckled in response. As much as he hated to admit it, the sliver piercing helped quell down that animalistic urge in the back of his mind.

Full Moon

The next three days came with more changes and more pain. Every morning the musician had to file his nails down to look normal, and each morning he had to change the thickness of the file. Aster said his nails were becoming more like claws, and if Pitchiner didn't know him by now, he would've called it total bullshit. His canine teeth were also getting sharper, but fortunately, the teeth didn't need to be filed down since they looked almost normal. His cravings became more animalistic; he used to prefer his steaks well done before he was infected. Nowadays he preferred it medium-rare. Though he still held a love for carrots and celery, anything leafy was turned down in a heartbeat. His eyesight became ten times better than before, especially at night. Hell, all of his senses became that much better since the change had started. The worst part had been over, he realized, and that left him with four more days under lockdown. Most people would have spent their last four days of vacation lounging around, or going to town and watching a movie. But Pitchiner was a lycanthrope now, and his hormones were rather unbalanced until the cycle of change was over. This unbalance left his nerves extremely sensitive to any touch, and the musician found himself yearning for a certain type of touch Aster was more than willing to provide.

Kozmotis sighed happily as he curled up next to the larger male. His body, though exhausted and weak from their last round, had finally calmed down from the intense heat his nerves had broadcasted for an hour. He felt Aster's hand trail down his back, and the musician moaned softly at the touch. He didn't know if it was the sudden shift in his hormones from the change, or the animalistic side of his mind, or even if it was Aster himself, but the sex was amazing beyond compare. He didn't know when he stopped being so cautious when it came to intimacy, but the way Aster handled him made up for his lack of self-restraint.

"Your hormones have finally settled…"He heard the other mutter as he placed his head on his shoulder. "You sure you'll be alright going to work tomorrow?" Pitchiner nodded sleepily, purring when he felt Aster's fingers toy with the ring on his stomach.

"I'll be fine… Sanderson will be around if I need anything… Besides, I need to get back to teaching and playing… a week and a half without my violin's starting to get to me…"The rest of the night was filled with meaningless conversation and much-needed sleep. The next day, Kozmotis Pitchiner woke up early, did his morning ritual, put on his normal attire, and went to the University to teach his morning class. Along the way, he noticed the way many students, teachers, and even the campus security guards would stare at him. If it were any other circumstance or day, the musician would have preened and loved the attention he was getting. Instead in unnerved him; he didn't want to have this problem at his class.

Unfortunately for him, Life was a sarcastic bitch.

"Jackson Overland-Frost, for the last time, you hold the strings like this." He stated, hovering over the white-haired male and moving his arms in the correct position. Jack swallowed and nodded dumbly, and Pitchiner held back a growl when he smelled the torrent of hormones coming from the young man.

"Is there anything else you need help with?" Pitchiner asked in the calmest voice he could muster.

"Y-yeah, uh… can… can I put my wood between your legs-wait, no! Augh! I'm sorry, that's not what I meant! UGH!" Pitchiner rubbed his eyes and sighed. Aster REALLY should have told him about the heightened sex appeal that came with the change…

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