Okay, so the response to the last chapter wasn't brilliant, but writing is a kind of therapy for me, and last week I had a mental break down so hey, here's a new chapter! Chapter is Rated M for naughtiness- can you guys let me know if you think I can get away with more in terms of M rated content? This is also the longest chapter so far!

Chapter 6 – The Running

Running. Always running. The pain ripping through his body as he fought to control himself. Feeling like a thousand knives were stabbing at his body. The ground under his feet burning like hot coals. Pain. Landing heavily on all fours, got to keep running. Someone behind him, DANGER DANGER! Always in danger, every waking moment the past two weeks. It's the settling Ianto. Its okay- just relax! There it was again, the strange woman in his head. His veins were burning, his head was pounding as fast as his feet.

STOP!

He stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't help it. There was something in him, something that made him obey this woman. She was the reason for his pain. She had him trapped. So he screamed.

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The scream pierced through the house. It was horrifying, pained and desolate. Gwen flew down to her guest room, only to catch a glimpse of Ianto's bare arse disappearing down her garden, and Jack hurriedly putting on his clothes to go after him.

"What the bloody hell happened Jack?" she asked as ran towards the door.

"A bad dream, I think." With that, Jack took off after Ianto.

Chasing an over sized wolf which could out run him over any distance was not easy. All he had to go on was paw prints, and it soon became evident that Ianto was not planning on stopping running any time soon. Eventually Jack admitted defeat, and staggered down to the waters edge, collapsing in the foam. He lay there, allowing the cold water to surround him, waiting.

Meanwhile, Rhys was trying to quieten Anwen, whilst Gwen hurried down the beach towards Jack's prone form. As she reached him, she saw something rising up out of the water, with glistening scales.

Any good Welshman knew a dragon when they saw one. This one was a cacophony of green, with short sharp horns framing a wise face with delicate shell ears. It shook itself off, folding its wings impossibly against its body. Rising, its body seamlessly shimmering and changing into the form of the woman from the previous day.

"I'm so sorry Jack. I didn't realise this would happen. Flare outs are rare, practically a legend amongst our kind. I'll go get him I promise, but I don't know how long it'll take to get him back under control. Here," she produced a slip of paper from a pocket in her tight leather trousers and handed it to a now alert Jack. "Ask for the Matriarch, they'll bring you to me. All of you." She looked pointedly at Gwen. Then, as suddenly as she'd appeared, she disappeared into tiny green lights, floating away on the sea breeze.

"Jack, what is going on?" Gwen grabbed him up out of the surf, pulling him away from the water.

"I believe we may have just been invited to somewhere no ordinary human has ever been- the home of the Ke'anuri." He shivered, pulling the sodden woollen coat around him tightly. It was then that Gwen realised he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Come on Jack, lets get you dried up. Then we'll find out wherever that girl wants to meet us."

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The cavern which housed the ancient base of the Ke'anuri was illuminated by fire light, placing dark shadows on the hand prints that climbed the walls almost organically. According to the weathered old woman who had welcomed him back into the base, they were the memories of the ancestors, left, but not forgotten.

He knew from what he was told as a young boy few clan members had the gene these days. But the young man he was facing was one of those few. According to Siobhan, he was going through something known as the Flare. He couldn't sleep- when he did, he dreamed. Dreamed of the changing, the pain and the confusion. When he was awake, all he felt was aggression.

Jonathon threw his fist towards him. Ianto ducked, slamming his elbow into the man's torso. Jonathon grabbed at him, throwing him across the room. He grunted as he landed, using his new found speed to get back to his feet and run. Siobhan had trained him in combat, but he'd never realised how easy she'd been on him. Seven days of training with other Ke'anuri, he'd had several bones broken, cuts so deep that they took hours to heal.

Siobhan had assured him that Jack was okay- apparently he, Gwen, Rhys and the baby were being housed in small village erected on the site of the original clan lands. They'd moved with the times in ways, but old tradition still held. That was why Siobhan dressed as she did, and he had to admit now he'd got used to moving in them, the soft leather trousers were comfortable.

Jonathon snarled and launched himself through the air, changing seamlessly into his dragon form. Ianto leapt towards him, teeth and claws meeting in a clash of blood and snarls. Finally, an unconscious Jonathon sprawled across the floor. Ianto felt the elation of victory flood through his body for the first time since he came here.

-You're ready.

-Ready for what?

-To leave. There is one last challenge you must face to complete your training.

-Do I want to know?

-The doors are sealed. You have the power to make it topside, but you must find that ability within yourself. Master that, and there is nothing left I can teach you, only guide.

-You could have made it easy for me. Of course your final little test would be your disappearing trick.

There was no reply from Siobhan.

Up above, Jack was pacing. Gwen had asked him to sit several times, stating he was disturbing the baby, who was fussing in her arms. Rhys was over by the window, looking out at a group of children playing tag. Jack had been restless since Siobhan had told him Ianto had finally come out of his Flare.

It had taken her a while to explain what the Flare was once the young clan member they'd met on the road had lead them to her home. She'd told them over a glass of wine in front of her fire, her son playing with his toys on the rug in front of them. The ghost of Danny stood quietly in the corner of the room, and it didn't take much deduction to know that this was the family he left behind. Photos of the younger, healthier man littered the living area.

Now, with the remains of the evening sunlight streaming through the windows, the room took much less relaxed tone, and after seven days cooped up in the village, Jack was desperate to have Ianto back. He'd asked some of the village members about Siobhan, and why she was referred to as the Matriarch. Apparently, she had beaten the previous clan leader in a duel, and taken his place. They'd been good friends, until he'd been killed in a car accident. Her whole pack was gone, and she'd led her people without a pack, training up new members, finding them packs of their own, but Ianto had been the first she'd taken on as hers.

Suddenly the soft glowing lights Siobhan had explained were like a magical teleport started to materialise next to Rhys. Slower than they formed Siobhan when she returned each evening, they began to take shape, and finally Ianto was stood there, panting with exertion, naked from the waist up. He stumbled towards Jack, and practically fell into his arms, warm and sweaty.

"I knew I could get you to fall for me!" Jack laughed, supporting the sagging younger man as he found his feet. Ianto chuckled, and managed to lift his head to kiss Jack chastely.

"Damn Ianto, were you hiding a body like that under those suits all this time?" Gwen exclaimed, earning a glare from Rhys. Ianto turned in Jack's arms, facing them.

"You saw me practically naked in the hot house that day Gwen. I think you know the answer to that question." He smirked, his familiar sarcasm finding its feet. Gwen laughed whilst Rhys looked completely confused. "She walked in on me and Jack after hours one day," Ianto explained to the other Welshman, who visibly relaxed.

Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, resting his head on the younger man's shoulder. Siobhan appeared in the middle of the room, her son balanced on her hip, playing with the scales in her hair. "I think," she said, her voice softly measured "perhaps the boys might like some space." She shot Ianto a wink. "There's a lovelly restaurant not far away by car, why don't you two have dinner?" She directed the question to Gwen and Rhys. "I'll look after Anwen, we can go to my mothers." She smiled lightly.

"that sounds…well bloody brilliant really." Rhys grinned, and he, Gwen and Siobhan exited the house, leaving Jack and Ianto alone.

Clothes were shed, not that Ianto had many on, and they collapsed against the shag carpet in the dimming light, cocks pressed together, heated kisses whispered against skin. Jack roared as Ianto's mouth found him, and Ianto keened as Jack's cock pressed up against that sweet spot inside him.

When Gwen and Rhys returned, they found the two men curled around each other where they'd succumbed to sleep, and draped a blanket over them to save their dignity from the children.

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Vikki ;)~