<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">To see them now would be like looking at something out of the pages of a horror story. They were limbs akimbo and not a whole lot of them human. Feeling Daxon struggle the moment he stepped back into the bathroom and slammed against the wall started a war that rages inside Ian’s particular DNA infrastructure. There was one thing for certain: the man was thrown underneath the tumultuous waves of the beast, lost inside primal instinct. Dr. Hyde had made his official transformation into Mr. Jekyll while Daxon himself submerged himself, unwillingly, into the form of the beast he had been infected with. As the snake emerged from Daxon, so did the territorial, possessive intuition that lived inside Ian.<br/>
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Claws ripped from the hands that still gripped the flesh turned scales, digging in. Only the tough protection of the snake’s scales protected Daxon from them piercing through, though they did scrape up the other male’s sides as he started to struggle against the weight pressed against his back. Ian growled, an animalistic sound that echoed a myriad of beasts, just as the maw full of teeth did. Primal energy streaked through the former doctor and his jaws clamped tight, tasting the blood turned cold from the reptile’s transition. It was an act of dominance now, the strength of his bite that helped hold Daxon in place Ian’s way of showing that no matter how much he might struggle, the alpha had the upper hand.<br/>
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Snake called to snake, but the other beasts also struggled up to the surface, further burying the man beneath their seething need to be in control. Scales climbed up Ian’s torso, unfurling like a flower into a darker hood than the pale scales that had emerged from the younger man. Briefly, Ian’s bite on Daxon’s shoulder released as his jaw extended, the same hollow point fangs growing predominant inside his mouth, though the double rows of teeth remained stained crimson with the boy’s blood. The bloody wound he had left behind would heal thanks to Daxon’s newfound capabilities, but Ian wasn’t done leaving his mark. Lightning quick, he struck forward, striking where the other male could not in his vulnerable position. Ian’s fangs sunk in deep into the side of his neck.<br/>
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It was in that moment that his finger, up until then being used to probe the anal cavity of Ian’s newfound prey, slid from the orifice so that he could instead angle the tip of his cock that had grown a barb, not dissimilar to a cat’s, against the puckered hole. A down of thick, dark fur had burst from Ian’s skin and his hands mutated into paws, like a wolf’s or bear’s, that grappled against the wall as Ian’s spine stretched, his mass increased, and his hips thrust forward hard enough to push the width of his rock hard cock forcibly inside the snake were until, inch by inch, he sunk to the hilt inside the other male.<br/>
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A deep shudder rolled through the thing that was now Ian Callaghan, punctuated by a sound that was both a groan and a growl. His initial call for dominance satisfied, his jaws unlocked from Daxon’s neck and the great paws found purchase on the wall on either side of the were-snake’s head, leveraging him as he dragged his hips back, only to plunge forward again. Then again, again, until the resistance started to ease away.</span></span>