5
"What happened next?" Jack demanded.
"I don't know. I can't even remember how I got home. The next thing I can recall is sitting here and you shaking me."
"Yeah, you were in one of his trances. That's going to happen from time to time, and it'll only get stronger as the next full moon approaches."
"What are we going to do? I mean, he had me. In every way I was ready to give myself to him. I can't fight it. He's… inside me… I can feel him here now. I'm repulsed. I want him out, but it feels so good. It's like I'm finally alive for the first time. I want him. I can't stop thinking about him." Ianto tried to fight back the tears escaping. He hated to let anyone see him cry. He wiped at his eyes furiously. As he did so he became aware that the tears weren't all tears of sorrow. He knew that if he just accepted Connor and what was about to happen to him he would be happier than he'd ever been, or ever could have been living his boring mortal life.
The thought terrified him. It was wrong, all of it. He was being violated, and a big part of him loved it so much.
"Please, help me," Ianto pleaded.
Jack grabbed his shoulders and placed his face close to Ianto's, staring into his eyes. "Listen to me. I know what's happening to you. I've seen it. You will lose yourself if you let it happen. You have to keep fighting. Just remember, no matter how wonderful he makes you feel, he is wrong. He is hijacking your life, your body, and your free will."
"I'm trying," Ianto said. "I'm trying."
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Something tore Ianto from his sleep. Lying there, in the dark stillness of his bedroom, he found himself wide awake. His eyes darted left and right trying to adjust to the enveloping shadow that surrounded him, but the black was persistent.
His skin was covered in sweat. The room felt like a furnace. Ianto's breathing was laboured and intense as if he'd been running laps. He'd been dreaming. What kind of a dream was he having? He tried to remember, but his mind drew a blank. It was a nightmare, he was sure, but he couldn't remember the details.
Feverishly combing through the faint images in his mind, he struggled to come up with anything he could hold onto. Ianto swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of water from his night stand. He downed most of the bottle in one gulp.
He'd never been so thirsty. It was like his throat was on fire but the cool water soothed it on contact. A light flickered on. The small lamp in the corner of the room now shone dimly, on its lowest setting.
His faded shadow danced on the wall as he moved out of the bed, leaping to his feet. He started to call out for Jack, but his voice was silenced by one raised finger coming from Connor, who now stood at the foot of his bed, wearing only a long silk robe. The top of his robe was open wide, revealing his heroically muscled chest and sculpted abs.
"Don't speak," Connor said. "It's okay. This will just be our little party."
Ianto wanted to talk, but couldn't. He wanted to move, but couldn't. He was frozen - not in fear, but in awe. All he could do was watch this beautiful, unworldly being walking closer to him, opening his robe, revealing his immaculate shape before him.
His eyes moved over Ianto's body, slowly, starting at his feet and working up until he stared straight into his eyes. Ianto knew what he wanted him to do. Without a moment's hesitation, Ianto removed his PJ bottoms that he always slept in. It had been so long since he'd been naked in front of a man, but he felt no nerves, no embarrassment. He was just happy to be with his love. He was all he'd ever wanted, and he knew that he would make everything alright.
He gestured for Ianto to climb on top of the bed. Ianto did as he wished, intuitively knowing that he wanted him on his hands and knees. Connor climbed onto the bed, getting into position behind him.
He could feel himself getting looser and slicker by the second. Oh, he was so ready… like he had been prepared in his sleep… of course this thought did not occur to him until later.
Without any hesitation, Connor entered him, slowly pushing himself inside. He was bigger and thicker than any man he'd ever known. He could feel himself stretching as he eased into him, moving deeply until he could take no more of him.
"I've waited for this for so long," Connor said. "You have no idea how long I've studied you and watched you. I knew that you were destined to be my love."
As he spoke Ianto became overcome with passion. He rocked his hips back and forth over his rock-hard member as Connor grabbed his hair and pulled hard from the roots, dominating him entirely. He was in control. And oh, Ianto loved every second of it. He hoped that Jack wouldn't hear them. Or maybe Jack would like to join them… oh that would be fun. The thought of both of them giving him pleasure was enough to send him over the top - he knew he was going to finish soon.
He could feel it all building up inside of him and inside of Connor. He got harder with every movement, every push, every thrust - It was only a matter of time before he exploded inside of him. Ianto's dick was swinging freely, slapping against his thigh like a metronome. Oh gods.
"You have to fight it. It isn't right…" Jack's voice echoed in his head. Where was he?
Where was he?
Ianto snapped out of the trance he was in. Everything moved in front of him as though he were watching it happen from the outside, instead of being in it. The rational side of his mind told him to stop all of this. He didn't need Connor. He was the enemy. But he knew that he loved him. He had to be with him at all cost and he didn't care what happened to him or anyone else. Please… God… let me be strong…
Connor growled as he released his heat inside of him, erupting with a loud roar from behind him.
Ianto jumped away at that moment tumbling off the bed and landing hard on the floor. He backed away in shock at what he saw kneeling on the bed. It was Connor. His body started to change, distorting and twisting into a giant wolf form. His eyes were a brutal red, his mouth full of huge fangs that jutted below his bottom lip, and his fingernails thickened and elongated into huge claws.
Connor let out a howl of a laugh, throwing his head back as he moved off the bed and stalked towards him, continuing his transformation.
Ianto jumped to his feet and ran for the door, but Connor pounced on him before he could make it.
