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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">For Daxon Ripley's entire life, his mother, Isla, kept worrying about her son's risk taking behaviors while racing around on the back of his bike. Not only did she worry that Dax would kill himself or wind up brain dead from an injury, she worried about everything else he was exposed to when she wasn't there to protect him. <i>Terrorism, plane crashes, car accidents</i>. Dax frequently had to reassure his Mom that he was being careful and the probability of getting killed by a terrorist was almost zero. <i>The probability that his plane or car would crash? Almost zero. </i>The subject of running into a supernatural creature <i>never </i>reared its ugly head between mother and son, and why should Dax have worried about it? Or his mother worry about it?</span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Because the odds of that event ever happening should have been NEVER.</span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
But it did happen, and when it did, everything that Daxon Ripley <i>was</i> had been forever changed. All Dax wanted a date with the doctor, that was all. Well, maybe a kiss or a quickie in the doc's car after their date. If Dr. Ian Callaghan never wanted to see his face or talk to him ever again, Dax would have been okay with it. Inadvertently texting the wrong person on his cell phone was the impetus that led to the violent altercation between Ian's alter ego and his landlord. Dax was certain that he didn't survive getting his head rammed into the countertop  by the<i> unidentified creature otherwise known as Ian.</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Not only the creature  T-bone Mr. Rogers into the next millennia, the golden eyed beast with the elongated fangs and claws turned on him in the very next second, sinking its teeth into his shoulder. The puncture wounds it left had completely healed now, but Dax could still feel the force behind them. Whether it continued to maul him after Dax passed out, Dax was completely unaware. He only remembered feeling his leg break again, and Mr. Rogers filthy micro penis shoved into his throat until he was gagging on it, then his front door exploded open with great force. <br/>
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Dax remembered the moments just after that, as well. He recalled when the gun Mr. Rogers was pointing at him accidentally discharged one of its bullets, striking the wall behind him to lodge there. Thankfully, the bullet missed him by a mile because his near rapist was attacked by a blurry, hulking figure like the one he saw in the shower with him right now. Cornered against the bathroom tile with Ian's sinewed arms pressed to either side of his head, Dax couldn't even lift his face to look him in the eyes until he was forced to do so by the man's vise-like grasp of his chin.<br/>
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Those foreign looking, molten gold eyes had been otherworldly to Dax even when they loomed over him, right before Ian lost total control and bit him, letting loose the infection to course through his bloodstream. Now Ian's eyes were focused on him along with a yawning maw of fanged teeth, as if  Ian were showing off his beast. Whatever connection they shared made itself known the moment Ian broke the door down getting into the bathroom.  Once the shower door was ajar, Dax couldn't prevent him from making contact.<br/>
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Now he was with him in the shower, and the mild waves of energy grew even more pronounced. The overpowering metaphysical energy forced the submission from Dax to him, until there was no question who was in charge here. As Dax's vision cleared he could see the beast, a lion, ripple under the surface of Ian's skin, and then return to his more human features as he asked a question of him. Dax's mind whirled, remembering bits and pieces of what happened to him.<br/>
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<b>"My landlord went cray cray. He tried to rape me. The door to my apartment smashed open, Mr. Rogers gun went off. I saw him get his skull smashed on the counter, fall down, and and, there was a lot of blood. I saw you. I saw your eyes, and then you charged at me, you bit me. Then I woke up here, in your bed with some black dude screaming like a little bitch about you doing a snake."</b><br/>
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As the water beat down from the shower head, Dax stared into Ian's eyes, completely oblivious to the fact his fangs had stretched out and were exposing themselves. He simply had no fucking clue on what he should do with them besides drill holes in tiny guinea pigs and swallow them whole. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth he could feel the pressure to bite, and to sink his own fangs into someone or something, but Ian seemed to know what to do in order to relieve the pressure building up in his head. <br/>
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His fingers deftly pressed a magic button that helped the hollow tipped fangs to fold back up into his mouth like an accordion. Ian's touch also put pressure on the tendons used to open and stretch his jaw wider so that it popped back together so he had a normal human appearance once again. Dax's hand lifted to rub his jaw, feeling a tingle of residual energy from where Ian placed his fingers. His eyes took on a much more dubious expression when Ian started talking about controlling this sudden urge to attack and devour.<br/>
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<b>"Right. Kind of the way you did? And pray tell, why aren't you like me? I'm a snake, and you aren't? That's fucked up."</b><br/>
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<i>Fucked up was right.</i> It was even more fucked up that Dax's cock boned up the moment Ian reached around for a manly hug. He was prepared to argue, but Ian had opened up and was answering his question before he even had the opportunity to say something snarky. The truth was that Dax was scared shitless, forget about strange and unusual. They'd moved way past that stage once guinea pigs were introduced to the mix. Dax sighed, feeling the urge to punch the shit out of Ian for doing this to him, combined with the need to bury his cock somewhere.<br/>
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<b>"Great. Fantastic. Yeah I kinda figured I didn't make a good impression with your home boy. You're a lion, he's a lion. I'm a snake. Perfect."</b><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">You don't have to tell me how strange this is. How scary. So instead, I want you to think about not being a snake. What's something that comes to mind.. the very first thing?”</span> </i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Dax looked at Ian as if he'd completely lost his freaking mind. <i>Try some visualization techniques?</i> <b>"You aren't serious right now, are you? Because the first thing that comes to my mind is smashing my fist into your fucking skull, brah. That's what I'm thinking. Then strange enough as it sounds, I want to fuck someone. Weird how that works out, huh?"</b></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Then Dax's blue eyes had a whole lotta body to feast themselves on, as Ian grabbed a bar of soap from the ledge of the shower and began to lather up, and boy was he ever endowed. It wasn't really helping to ease the horny feeling he had by gawking at Ian's semi-erect state, but then Ian had to make it ten times worse than it already was by rubbing the soap within his hands and spreading it around on Dax's chest and supernaturally enhanced abs.<br/>
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If only he could get the same results in the gym when he was working out there as he had now. Ian left tingling traces of energy all over his nipples, making them painfully erect like his cock was now. Dax felt his hips do a grind, wanting the soapy hand to wander lower than his navel but Ian stopped short. Way shorter than Daxon would have preferred. He knew he was playing with fire, and smiled wickedly with that knowledge.<br/>
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<b>"You're a bastard, Ian. You know that?" </b>Dax replied, as Ian took his hand and placed the bar of soap in his palm.<br/>
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Dax scowled, but at least his fangs stayed put where they were folded. He soaped up his lower half, and then rinsed off with a raging hard on. He decided to switch places with Ian, but before he did, Dax cranked the cold water up high and the hot water off. He figured it would serve Ian right for invoking his aroused state in the first place. Ian had turned around to dive right under the spray, and Dax stepped out of the shower.<br/>
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<b>"You can call my mom, but she'll probably have you arrested and your license to practice medicine yanked." </b>Dax said, wrapping a towel around himself to dry off.<br/>
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He hoped Ian liked cold showers, because he was going to need a lot of them if Dax couldn't leave his apartment anytime soon.</span><br/>
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