by Joyee Flynn
"We're not turning you into the police, Ethan," Dean said, coming up behind him. Dean hugged both of us together, sandwiching Ethan between us. "We called the deputy over so he wouldn't waste resources on an investigation when we had the answers."
"You're really not here to throw me in jail?" Ethan asked Deputy Wilcowski quietly, peeking out from around me.
"No, Ethan. But I am going to help stop Greg Payton before he hurts anyone else," the deputy answered. I took Ethan's hand and led him over to the kitchen table. Once we all sat back down, I pulled the shaking man onto my lap.
"Thank you and you have to know how sorry I am," Ethan said quietly. "I didn't know what to do."
"I know, son," Wilcowski replied, reaching out to pat Ethan's hand. "You were put in an impossible situation, and I can understand feeling as if you had no options."
"I appreciate you coming over and being so understanding," Dean said as they both stood. "We just didn't want you to be chasing your tail after everything you've done for us."
"I'm glad you trusted me enough to confide in me," Deputy Wilcowski replied as they left the kitchen.
"I thought you were getting rid of me," Ethan said as he turned around in my lap to straddle me. He threw his arms around my neck and started gently crying. "I was so scared."
"Not going to happen, sweetheart," I replied softly. I stood up with Ethan still wrapped around me like a monkey. "What do you say we turn you and start getting you better?"
"That sounds great, but I like the idea of being with you better," he said, giving my neck a soft kiss. "Please don't be upset when I can't get hard."
"I won't, Ethan. But after you're better, I plan on getting you hard all the time." I chuckled as I walked us up the stairs. He tightened his legs around my hips as we walked into the bedroom. I lay him down on the bed, placing myself in between his legs. "You are so gorgeous, Ethan."
"I'm glad you think so." He panted as I ran my hands down his chest. I slowly peeled his shirt off over his head, my eyes never leaving his. Then I pulled down his pajama pants, running my tongue down his stomach while I did it.
"I'm going to have to stretch you out before I change, okay?" I asked, loving how he squirmed under my touch.
"Please, just hurry, Spencer." Ethan moaned as I ran my fingers over his sac. I chuckled at his impatience, leaning over him to reach the bottle of lube on the night stand. When I moved back in between his legs, I squirted some slick on my fingers. He moaned loudly as I reached down and rubbed them over his quivering hole.
"You like that, sweetheart?" I cooed as he spread his legs wider. Ethan nodded furiously, whimpering when I kept up my teasing. I slid my index finger into his tight hole, watching in awe at his reaction.
"More, Spencer, I need more," he begged, fisting the sheets in his hands. Ethan pulled his knees to his chest, his eyes going wide as I pushed in a second finger. "Oh god, it feels so good. Don't stop, whatever you do, please don't stop."
"I won't, Ethan," I said, leaning forward to lick his lips. He groaned loudly as my fingers sank in deeper. I scissored them around, stretching him out slowly. "It's so hot watching you, Ethan. I'm turning into such a voyeur; I could watch you like this for hours."
"I'm all yours," he replied, smiling up at me. His hips started moving in time with my fingers, and when he was ready, I pushed in a third finger. Watching him thrash his head and enjoy himself at my touch made me hard as a rock. I quickly pulled out my fingers and got undressed in a flash.
"It's going to hurt, Ethan," I whispered as I let the change flow over me and got back on the bed.
"I'm ready," he said, nodding. Then he tilted his head submissively, and I growled my approval. Leaning over him, I licked the side of his neck before sinking my razor sharp teeth into his soft flesh. Ethan screamed out underneath me as he grabbed onto my arms. I pulled my head back and howled, loving that I'd just marked Ethan as mine.
"On your hands and knees, Ethan," I growled, sitting back on my heels so he could move. Ethan gave me a quick wink before doing what I asked. He wiggled his firm little ass at me when he was in position. Again, I growled my approval as I moved behind him. I lined up my hard cock and started to push into him.
"I've never been so full." Ethan moaned, burying his face into the pillow. I gently thrust forward, trying to be tender with him as I grabbed his hips. Ethan cried out under me as I finally bottomed out inside of him. Simply feeling his ass wrapped around my cock snapped what little control I ever seemed to have.
"Mine!" I roared, starting to pound into Ethan's sweet hole as hard as I could. The harder I thrust, the louder his moans became, spurring me on even more. I realized I was getting close, so I changed the angle to hit Ethan's sweet spot each time. The intense pleasure, along with the adrenaline and excitement of what Ethan was about to go through, seemed to override his body's sickness and get him hard.
He screamed out my name seconds later as he shot his load all over the bed. The muscles in his ass clamped down on my cock, giving me more sensations than I was ready to handle. I kept thrusting against his hold, waiting for my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Just as Ethan was finishing his climax, I howled as mine came. I held onto him tight as I kept moving, trying to draw it out.
"Oh god, oh god, Spence." Ethan panted as I nailed his sweet spot as my cock kept exploding in his ass. I remembered how it felt, that it was almost like having a power washer shoot up your ass, the stream of cum was so forceful.
"Just wait, Ethan. It's about to get better." I grunted as my orgasm ebbed.
"I doubt that." Ethan chuckled, and then the knot on my cock latched onto his prostate. He screamed loudly, his entire body shaking.
"Still doubt it?"
"No. God no. What the fuck are you doing to me?" He screamed in pleasure, but before I could answer, his body went limp as he passed out. While still inside of him and attached, I leaned over and pulled out a medium sized butt plug. As soon as the knot receded, I pulled out my softening cock and replaced it with the plug to keep as much of my anti-venom cum in him as possible.
"We should have talked about what he needs to expect before you turned him," Luc said gently, snapping me out of my post-orgasmic glow. "He's going to get very sick, Spencer. It's going to be scary and get really bad."
"It is?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Luc as I moved Ethan into a more comfortable position. I shifted back from wolf and sat down on the bed with crossed legs. "What did Doc say?"
"It will be like horrible food poisoning," Luc answered, sitting down on the bed next to me. "His new werewolf body will expel the cancer cells. They'll group up and want out as if he ate rancid food."
"Well, shit," I said, rolling my eyes. "So it will be like Ryder's detox, except after Ethan's turning instead of before."
"I wasn't there for Ryder's detox, but it'll probably be like that," Luc replied. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back, both of us watching Ethan sleep.
"It's going to be hell again, isn't it?" I asked in a whisper, feeling myself start to choke up. "I'm going to have to watch him go through the pain like I did Dean, aren't I?"
"I know how hard that was for you, Spence," he said, pulling me into his arms. "But like Dean, we're saving Ethan, okay? That's the part you have to focus on and remember, not that he's in pain. He'll be in bad shape for a few days, but he'll get to live. Isn't that worth it?"
"Yeah, it is." I sighed, hugging him tighter to me. "But it's still hard to do and hurts to see people I care about in pain."
"We know that," Ryder said from the doorway. I looked up over Luc's shoulder to see him and Dean standing there watching us. "It's not any easier for us either. It killed me to see Dean hurting. You'd feel that way whether you were the one to change him or not."
"Wise and beautiful," I replied, smiling at him as I snuggled my head on Luc's shoulder. "One of the many reason you could never be replaced, baby."
"That and you love to fuck me in every position known to man." He gi
ggled as they came to join us on the bed. "I'm sorry I got to the show late, I'm horny as hell."
"When are you not?" Dean chuckled as he sat on the bed, pulling Ryder onto his lap facing me and Luc. "We'll get Ethan through this."
"I think it best if we take shifts," Luc said, scrunching his eyebrows together. It was one of the most endearing faces Luc ever made, it showed me he was thinking hard and using that big sexy brain of his. "Spence and I will stay with him for the next four hours. He should be awake by then and I was the one who talked with the doctor."
"Then Dean and I take over?" Ryder asked, rubbing his cheek against Dean's chin in a very cat-like way. "So we take four hour shifts, one always staying with him just in case while the other is free to get supplies and whatnot."
"Yeah, I think that's the best way," Luc answered with a nod. "How much harder was your detox because it was just you and Spencer? He couldn't leave you for very long and what if you needed more washcloths or something to drink?"
"Or bar me from the door," Ryder whispered, staring intently at me. "Or help dodging when I threw everything in the room at him."
"It was well worth getting hit in the head with a shoe to have you in my life, baby." I winked at him, hating when Ryder felt guilty about his detox from meth.
"We'd better get ready," Luc said, giving me a pat on the back to get off of him. "He could be up in as soon as an hour and I want to be ready."
"You're the boss," Dean replied, getting off the bed. He still had Ryder in his arms, flipping our baby over his shoulder. Ryder laughed loudly, squirming the whole time, and moaning when Dean smack him on the ass. "Behave, we have work to do."
"Fine, but as soon we're ready and they're on duty, you're fucking me until I can't walk," Ryder state firmly as he reached down and pushed his hands under Dean's jeans, grabbing his ass. Luc and I chuckled as we followed them down the stairs to get supplies. It felt like the calm before the storm, which is exactly what was coming.
* * * *
"Oh god, something's wrong." Ethan gasped a few hours later as he woke up. "Am I supposed to feel like my insides are dying?"
"Yes, but only because of how sick you were," Luc answered gently, sitting down next to him. "Your body is going to be expelling the cancer over the next few days, Ethan. It's not going to be fun, but I promise you that you'll make it through the process."
"I'm gonna be sick." Ethan moaned, moving to get off the bed. Luc had brought up a mop bucket as a precaution. He handed it to Ethan just in time. I felt my heart twist in my chest as I watched Ethan be violently ill. After a few minutes, Ethan flopped back on the pillows against the headboard. I leaned over and wiped his mouth with a wet washcloth then handed him an energy drink.
"You have to keep hydrated, sweetheart," I said gently, helping him drink it. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you beforehand that it was going to be bad."
"I would have done it either way, Spence," he replied, patting my hand. "I'm sorry you have to put up with this."
"You're worth it to us," Luc said, kissing Ethan's forehead. I smiled at them as I threw the dirty linen on the floor. Luc got off the bed with the bucket and walked into the bathroom.
"You guys can just leave me on the bathroom floor," Ethan whispered, his eyes darting around as if he was uncomfortable. "You don't have to wait on me hand and foot."
"We want to, Ethan," I said firmly. "You're part of our family now, and we take care of each other."
"Okay," he replied, smiling as he closed his eyes. Seconds later they popped back open, riddled with fear. "I need to use the bathroom right now."
In a flash I stood up and lifted him into my arms. We rushed past Luc into the bathroom and got Ethan to the toilet. Once seated, he waved me away as he moaned and held onto his stomach. I stepped back into the bedroom, giving him his privacy.
I knew food poisoning could affect both ends, but I hadn't been ready for this with Ethan. Part of me was scared to leave him alone in case he passed out from the pain. But I understood the need to not have people witness some of your low moments in life. Also, I know I was a pain in the ass when I'd ever been sick and always just wanted to be left the fuck alone.
Luc and I sat down on the bed after he left the cleaned bucket by the nightstand. I took his hand in mine as we waited. Several minutes later, Ethan opened the door with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I feel a little better now," he said as he slowly made his way to the bed. I helped him move back into the middle, propped up by the pillows, before tucking the covers in around him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Ethan," Luc replied as we lay down on either side of Ethan. "You're also going to get the chills and have a fever, so just let us know when you're cold or hot. We'll do whatever we can to make this easier for you."
"I know you will," he said, his eyes drifting closed. "I'm okay; it's just like having really bad stomach flu."
"Which is why you need to stay hydrated," I replied, handing him the sports drink again. He rolled his eyes but took a few smaller sips before leaning back against the pillows. I glanced over at Luc who gave me a wink. It made me feel better to know I wasn't in this alone.
When Ryder had gone through his detox, most of the time I was worried I was doing more damage than good. Again with Ethan, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but now I had help. Also, Ethan wouldn't be craving drugs, simply expelling his life threatening disease. Keeping Ryder from what he wanted, even if it was meth, had been one of the hardest parts for me. It was just ingrained in me to try and give everything I could to someone I cared about.
"Deputy Wilcowski called, Spence," Ryder said as he and Dean walked into our bedroom. "He said part one is done. Do I want to know what that means?"
"Dean can fill you in on our conversation with the deputy," I answered as I got off the bed. I stretched widely and gave my neck a good roll. The plan I had set up wasn't going to be easy, but it was needed to keep my family safe. "You do need to pack a bag for a few days, baby. I've hired a charter plane this morning to come get us. We're going to New York for an emergency board meeting."
"I've never been on a plane, Spence," Ryder said, his eyes going wide. "Why pick me to go? I'm the least reputable person in our family to stand at your side."
"I want Luc here because he's the closest thing we have to a doctor," I replied as I put my hands on Ryder's shoulders. "And Dean's good backup in case Luc needs help. But I don't want to do this alone, and I need the comfort that you specialize in, Ryder."
Ryder searched my face for a few moments before nodding. "If you think that's what's best, I trust you, Spence."
"Thank you, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be back. I've got a lot to handle before the plane comes to get us late tonight."
"We're good here. You go do what you need to." Dean nodded, cupping my cheek with his hand. "You're doing the right thing here, Spence."
"I hope so," I said quietly. "Doesn't make it any easier."
"Never does, babe." Dean chuckled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled at my men and then left the bedroom, heading to my office. Once there I started getting all the paperwork I would need together.
Twenty minutes later, Ethan's cell phone rang and I knew the number well.
"Hello, Greg," I said with a smirk as I answered the call.
"Mr. Fallon?" he asked, shock apparent in his voice.
"Yes, Greg. Ethan can't come to the phone right now; he's getting his first round of treatments."
"Treatments for what?" Greg asked after clearing his throat, seeming to have recovered from the shock. "I was worried when I hadn't heard from Ethan regarding my concerns about the changes in your will."
"This will go better for you if you don't treat me like an idiot, Greg."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Fallon. I'm assuming you mean treatments for Ethan's cancer, but I was told there was nothing more that could be done. I've taken care of his medical bills since he was a Fallon Industries employee
and became terminal. I thought that best considering this is a more than a company, but a family."
"Very noble of you, Greg. But at what price did Ethan receive this kind gesture?" I asked firmly. I knew from several business and psychology classes that, when you wanted to exert your dominance, using your subordinate's name always when speaking to them reminded them that they could not reply with your first name. It was a sneaky mind game I rarely used, but with Greg, he needed reminding who was in charge.
"I gave him special tasks to help out our company," Greg answered slowly. "It was apparent he could no longer work full time. And I didn't want him to feel as if he was getting a hand-out."
"One of which had him on my doorstep with a gun?"
"He did what?" Greg gasped, playing up his shock. I rolled my eyes at his lack of acting skills. "I'm shocked, Mr. Fallon. Did he explain why he felt the need to bring a gun?"
"Ethan told me everything, Greg. And I have to say I'm very disappointed with you."
"Me! What did Ethan say that involves me?"
"Really, Greg? That's how you want to play this? You really are going to try and deny that you sent Ethan here to kill me?"
"Mr. Fallon, I have no idea what lies that little faggot has been…" Greg replied, then stopped, probably realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, those damn fags are just a pain in your ass, aren't we, Greg?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Spencer," he grumbled, not bothering to try and pay me any respect anymore. "Look, I don't care what that little shit told you, you have no proof. I've done a fantastic job of running this company over the years, Spencer. If you want to try and smear my good name, take it up with the board next month at the quarterly meeting."
"Just come clean, Greg. It will be better for you in the end if you tell the truth. You have been a loyal employee for years and I would take that under advisement."
"I've done nothing wrong, Spencer," he sneered, putting extra emphasis on my name to let me know exactly how he felt about seeing me as his superior. "And I am this company. I've run it for over a decade. The board loves me, our shareholders adore me, and my employees respect me. You'd destroy Fallon Industries if you tried anything stupid like getting rid of me!"
