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Blood is thicker than	By : Figlio Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Angel and Connor receive advice from a divine source.

Warnings: All the bad things. Slash, non-con, blood play, incest and more.

Characters: Angel, Connor, Jasmine, Gunn, Wesley and Fred

Spoilers: For the last few episodes of season 4. Set during those few weeks when the gang were fighting evil while under the thrall of Jasmine's love.
Pairing: Angel/Connor and Wesley/Gunn/Fred.

Remember this is fantasy and fiction. Usual disclaimers apply.

Angel leant across the counter with his arms almost wrapped around himself as he ran his fingers over the soft white cotton of his shift. Ever since Jasmine had come to them he had abandoned his previous taste for blacks and maroons, now he didn't feel comfortable in anything other than bright sunny colours like white and yellow.

He had always felt the lack of sunlight but now it did not seem to matter, the light of Jasmine was enough. There was just one thing in the way, one thing that stopped him from being at peace and that thing was sitting at the bottom of the steps.

Connor smiled a lot more since Jasmine had arrived but the smile was never entirely complete. The eyes never quite shone enough. Angel felt it like a knife in his side, a gaping wound that would not heal no matter how much he loved his son. He kept trying to speak to him, to find what the problem was. Connor would not listen however. He was now comfortable enough to call Angel Dad but that was as far as it would go. Angel would try to hug him or engage in a playful tussle but Connor would always find some excuse to pull away. It was almost as though he did not feel the love of Jasmine at all.

Angel thought he knew the reason though. It was history. Their personal history would just not get out of the way. From the moment Wesley abducted Connor right up to recent events with Cordy they had a history of successive nightmares. The worst of all was that night in the motel room when Justine's meddling had for a brief moment brought out Angelus to commit the worst of all crimes that a father could commit against a son. Wesley had managed to work a forgetting spell on Connor and himself. They now had no memory of that horror but the spell had not worked on Angel and now the memory was his sole burden and torture. Angel stood up straight and began to move around the counter and towards Connor.

"Angel may I speak to you?"

There was no mistaking that warm honeyed voice. Angel felt a smile grow on his face from just hearing it. He turned to face Jasmine who was now standing behind him. Jasmine seemed to be waiting for Angel to reply but he just stood there smiling that goofy smile that he had acquired since she had arrived. Jasmine decided to get to the point.

"Angel I know what is troubling you and you should know you are not alone"

Jasmine indicated for Angel to turn around and look at the lobby. Wes was standing in the middle of the lobby, Fred was descending from upstairs and Gunn was coming in from the garden.

"All my children come to me," said Jasmine as she moved over to e Coe Connor was sitting on the stairs.

Jasmine stood behind Connor who still had not moved while the rest of the gang lined up in front of her to listen attentively.

"I have called you all to me because I have become aware that there is something in all of you that is preventing you from fully surrendering yourselves to the love that will free you. But now the time has come to put all the pain and anger behind you, your souls need to join so that there can be no barriers between any of us. Now please follow me"

Jasmine turned and began to ascend the stairs. All the gang marched past Connor and followed Jasmine. Connor watched them go and then slowly stood up and followed.

"But I haven't finished cleaning her blouse" said Fred.

"There will be plenty of time for that," replied Wesley.

Wesley's smile reassured Fred more than his words.
The whole gang were already in Angel's room when Connor followed in.

"Where's Lorne" said Connor.

"Lorne has no need to be here Connor, in many ways he is more at peace than anyone else in this world" replied Jasmine.

Jasmine closed the door and indicated that everyone should sit down. Angel sat in his usual seat while the others perched themselves anywhere they could find. Connor sat cross-legged at the front, closest to Jne. ne.

"There is much fear in this room, fear of love, fear of hate and fear of each other. I can feel the tensions running through you. Gunn, you and Wesley have much friction in your past and you think that the love that comes with me is enough to wash that away but I must tell you that it is not." Said Jasmine.

Gunn and Wesley looked at each other and shuffled uncomfortably and Fred took a step away from the rest of the group.

"The rivalry between your hearts has already spilled over into the physical world and as long as the cause of those past conflicts remains you will never be free from the fear that the violence could return. As Fred the the cause of you pain she must be central to the cure."

Jasmine moved over to Fred and held her in her arms.

"Sweet, sweet Fred I feel your sorrow and your remorse but you will be my instrument. Take Gunn and Wesley to the room next door. Wesley, Gunn be happy, soon you will be free of all the negativity that weighs you down".

Then Wes and Gunn followed Fred out of the room and closed the door behind them. Jasmine turned and faced Angel and Connor.

"Now as Fred is the instrument of both schism and unity between Wesley and Gunn, I will be the instrument of unity between my father and his father. Please follow me."
Fred closed the doo she she followed Gunn and Wesley into the room. The three of them stood in a circle, watching each other uncomfortably. Fred turned away and shuffled over to the window while Gunn slouched against the wall. Wesley began to examine the room, looking for a clue as to why Jasmine had sent the three of them into this room. The room was much smaller than Angel's, it was more your usual hotel room with four walls a bed and a few scraps of furniture. There was one medium sized window and two doors, the one they came in through and another into the small bathroom. The walls were painted a grubby terracotta colour and the floor was covered in a grey carpet.

Wesley moved over to Gunn and leant against the same wall with his arms crossed. The two men looked at each other and raised their eyebrows in a sign of shared bemusement.

"Do you love me?" the question came from Fred but there was something different in her voice.

Fred turned around and calmly walked over to Gunn and Wesley. Her body language seemed to have changed, she seemed more confident than usual. She finally stopped about three feet away from them. The guys stood away from the wall and looked carefully at Fred.

"Gunn, Wesley do you love me?" said Fred.

We and and Gunn looked at each other and then looked back to Fred. It was definitely still Fred but she seemed to be speaking with Jasmine's voice.

"Jasmine?" questioned Wesley.

"Yes" said Fred/Jasmine "I am here and so is Fred but let's just say I'm in the driving seat".

Fred/Jasmine stretched out her left hand to Wesley and her right hand to Gunn. Tenderly she drew her fingers over their cheeks and then stroked their hair.

"My darling children there is so much pain and you cannot truly love if all you can feel is the pain. Now please answer my question, do you love me?"

"Yes" they both replied in unison.
Jasmine took Angel and Connor by their hands and walked them into the centre of Angel's room. She positioned them facing each other with their faces a few inches apart. They stood there silently for a moment, frozen like children's' toys positioned at the start of a game. Connor looked deep in to his father's eyes. They were a deep brown; sometimes they seemed like ebony disks with traces of light flickering across the surface. His eyes were open, expectant. He really thought that all his troubles would soon be over.

Angel was also looking deep into his son'ss. Ts. They were so blue, so blue they reminded him of the skies he saw in his human youth. They were also very much like the eyes of his mother Darla. Darla's eyes however were always full of passion and life, which was ironic seeing as she was dead. Connor had the very same eyes except they always seemed dead even though he was very much alive.

"My sweet boys, do you love me?" said Justine.

Angel and Connor turned to face Justine, Angel grinning joyfully and even Connor managed a smile.

"Yes" they both replied.

"Do you love each other?" she continued.

Father and son turned to look at each other. Angel did not hesitate to reply.

"Yes, Connor I love you"

Connor remained silent and looked down to his feet.

"There is the source of all the pain, Connor you feel that you are unloved, that you father has abandoned all feeling for you. Angel you feel that you have failed your son, that you have been unable to fulfil your duty to your son and you are lost as to how to show him the depth of your love" Justine moved closer to them as she spoke.

"That is the root of the pain between you, the pain manifests itself in the physical violence between you. This violent contact, even this hateful contact is some kind of surrogate for the love you each need from the other".

Angel was beginning to unc uncomfortable; Jasmines words were getting to close to home. Jasmine was now standing close beside them with a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Now it is time to put all of this pain behind you, Angel you have proved your capacity for anger and violence now it is time to prove your capacity for love. Kiss your son,"

Angel shifted between one foot and the other. He looked at Connor, the boy looked like he was ready to run. Angel wanted to show Connor how much he loved him but he also felt the barrier that governed his mind and told him to keep his distance from the people around him. But the power of Jasmine's words was too strong and he was unable to resist. He clasped Connor by the arms and hesitantly moved closer, pulling Connor's face towards his own. Now their faces were nearly touching, Angel could feel Connor's warm breath on his own cold skin. He could also feel the tension in his son's body as Connor's arms became more rigid in his fathers grasp.

Angel felt the need to close his eyes and he could read the same instinct in Connor's expression. But some thing was stopping him, a voice in his head. It was Jasmine, she was silent now and had moved away but he could feel her in his mind telling him what to do. He surrendered himself to her, he was still driving but Jasmine was feeding the road map directly into his mind.

Before either of them knew what they were doing their lips were touching. Angel's cold lips pressed firmly against Connor's. The younger mans lips felt soft and moist to his father as they both began to slowly move beyond the static first touch. They did not need Jasmine to tell them what to do next, they just knew. Connor opened his mouth first, inviting his father's tongue inside his warm mouth. The began to explore each others mouths, their saliva mingling and flowing between them as their kiss became firmer and more penetrating.

Angel moved his arms around Connor, pulling him closer. Connor's body remained fairly still while Angel began to explore his body with his hands. While one his left hand remained between Connor's shoulder blades his right hand slowly caresses it's way down until it reached his buttocks. He spread his fingers across the fabric of Connor's jeans before clasping the firm cheek while he continued to probe his son's mouth with his tongue. His palm passed tenderly towards the crack of Connor's backside and pressed to that Angel was massaging his anus through his jeans.

Angel and Connor suddenly became aware of what they were doing and pulled away from each other; the only uncertainty was which one was more shocked. They both looked carefully at each other trying to see if the same feeling was in the others eyes and then they both looked at Justine. She was standing calmly with a broad and toothy smile.

"My sweet boys, it is predictable that you should feel this way. But you must free yourselves from these walls in your mind. Surrender yourself to love and allow the barriers between you bodies and your souls to fall". She said.

Angel was beginning to feel angry "But I don't want this"

"Angel, do you think you know better than me what you want. I know you want to wash away the past but even I cannot do that. What I offer you is the chance to heal. If you followed me before you must follow me now"

Connor turned away from them both and moved towards the door.

"Connor, do you defy me?" asked Jasmine.

Connor spun round angrily "I hate him and you want to make me his whore"

"Connor you know that is not true, I just wan to heal you both so that you will more deeply feel my love, You do want the pain to end don't you, to feel the love running through you and cleansing away all the hate".

Connor remained silent and looked at his father who was beginning to pace like a caged loin unable to comprehend its surroundings.

Jasmine spoke again, her voice soothing and warm "Do you love me?"

"Yes" they both answered.

"Do you want to feel my love"?

"Yes"

"Then surrender to my will, I am inside you minds, you know what to do".

Wesley and Gunn stood beside each other in the small bathroom of the room into which Jasmine had sent them. Fred/Jasmine stood in the doorway watching them carefully. Gun and Wesley exchanged glances as they wondered how they had got themselves into this situation. Neither man wanted to look down, that would only remind the the the other mans nakedness.

Wesley thought he should have guessed what was going to happen when Fred/Jasmine started talking about "cleansing away the hated had had told them to enter the bathroom. When she had instructed Gunn to turn on the shower Wesley had noticed the horrified expression on his face as the penny had dropped. They had both tried to convince themselves they were wrong but when Fred/Jasmine had told them to undress each other any last hope of getting out of the situation with their dignity intact had been lost. Wesley thought that was probably they point, to properly show their love for Jasmine they had to prove their capacity for love was strong enough to overcome even the most powerful barriers.

At first Fred/Jasmine had continued to speak her instructions. But now even though she was silent they could feel what she wanted them to do, as though she was plugged directly into their minds. The even stranger thing was that they were beginning to sense each other's minds. Sadly all this did was add the other mans discomfort to their own.

Wesley felt a near irresistible urge to run, to run as fact as he could back to his apartment. He had just felt similar feelings coming from Gunn when a thought entered his brain from the back door. It was not his own thought, it had the unmistakable aura of Fred/Jasmine but he could feel the same thought entering Gunn's mind. Gunn and Wesley looked at each other and they both considered what they were both about to do. They could refuse, Fred/Jasmine would not hold it against them but they would have proven they did not love her enough to overcome this. They both shrugged their shoulders in resignation and prepared for then next stage.

Wesley moved first, raised his leg and stepping into the shower. The water was hot and steam rose around him as he moved under the stream flowing through the showerhead. Wesley closed his eyes and let the water run over his face. He continued to keep his eyes closed as the shower shifted as Gunn stepped in after him. Wes heard Gunn lettering the soap in his hands and readied himself as though he was expecting a punch to the gut. Wes nearly jumped when Gunn first pressed his hands against Wesley's chest and began to rub the soap across him.

"Oh dear" mumbled Wesley.
Angel paced backwards and forwards, wringing his hands. Connor was standing beside the bed, his clothes pilled roughly in the corner. Jasminood ood in the opening between the bedroom and the lounge virtually immobile and with a broad smile on her face. Angel continued to fret. It did not matter how much Jasmine reassured him he just wrong. There was a conflict between his desire to be close to Connor, and demonstrate his love to him, and his gut feeling that this was all just very wrong.

He looked at how Connor thrown aside his anxieties like he had his clothes. Angel was sure that Connor was motivated by love of Jasmine rather than his father. The boy's face was cold and almost emotionless but Angel could perceive a glimmer of defiance and determination in his blue eyes. Near silent traces of fear could be read in his breathing and Connor and Angouldould tell a lot about each others feelings from others scent.

Angel could feel Justine prodding against the back of his mind and the sense of her growing disappointment began to weigh on him. The emptiness he used to feel before she came was beginning to return with a growing sense of the withdrawal of love. It was like those Irish winters from his youth when the sun slipped behind the cover of a cloud and the shadows would blot out the sun's light and warmth. The cold was penetrating; he wanted to move towards the warmth. On this occasion the warmth was emanating from Jasmine's love and his son's body.

Connor moved over to the bed and slammed himself down facing Jasmine. Angel moved over to Jasmine and looked her in the eyes. The warmth in her expression was reassuring and all doubt faded. Angel tuned and moved towards the bed and stood in front of Connor. He looked down at him and tenderly brushed away the strands of hair than had fallen across the boys face and then sat down beside him.

Connor was as still as a statue waiting for his father to take the lead. Angel knew what he had to do and tenderly cupped his son's face in his hands and pulled it towards his own. They sat there for a moment, the fathers deep brown eyes staring intently in to the sea blue eyes of his son. Angel pulled Connor's face towards his own until he could feel his warmth breath against his own lips. Angel pressed himself against Connor and their mouths began to open for each other's and their tongues touched for the first time.

Their eyes remained closed as they tentatively began to explore each others mouths, occasionally they would pause as the awkwardness began to swell in them but they could sense Jasmine's eyes on them and they quickly began to kiss again. It was only after a few minutes that they began to feel comfortable and their kiss became more passionate and more penetrating. Angel ran his hands continuously through the long silky strands of Connor's hair while slowly Connor began to massage Angels thigh as it pressed against his own, he began to greedily paw at the strong muscle feeling the flesh press against his fingers as pressed down.

Suddenly they parted and looked carefully at each other, Angel could read the uncertainty in Connor's expression and knew that he still needed to take the lead. Standing up Angel pulled his jersey over his head his bare chest heaving with anticipation despite his own preternatural breathlessness. Connor looked up and the strong masculine curves of his father's torso his eyes fixing of the pink, erect nipples. Conner felt an urge to touch the soft flesh of his father's abdomen and before he could process the thought he was tracing his fingers across the muscles, looking up he saw Angel bite his lip at sensation of Connor's touch. Connor moved both his hands the buckle of the belt that held Angel pants in place and almost shaking he unclasped it and began to pull open the zipper. Angel pubic hair was the first sign that the vampire was not wearing any underwear, and then with a final pull Connor drew the pants over his father's hips and let them fall to the ground.

Angel removed his feet from the crumpled material of his now discarded s ans and stepped fully naked towards Condor. They boy let his hands fall to his sides and rest on the side of the bed as he took in the sight of his father standing naked before him. The vampire had a strong and muscular frame, the rounded shape of his muscles rippling gently under his smooth hairless skin. Connor let his gaze fall to the thick bush of black pubic hair from which the long phallus softly swung. Connor had just noted that Angel was uncircumcised when the penis began to pulse, slowly at first but then it began to swell and rise until the large red and swollen organ was almost pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

Connor reached out and grasped Angel's cock, the strange soft but firm feeling was unexpected but he soon began to stroke it with his fingers brushing the tender swollen head and causing Angel to let out small involuntary gasps. They were both peripherally aware of Jasmine's presence but she was almost a blur now as the two of them began to focus more and more on the sensations of their intimacy.

Connor let himself slip of the bed and on to his knees before his father and then after taking one last look across at Jasmine he manoeuvred Angel's cock in to the moist warmth of his mouth. Connor could feel Angel's hands against the back of his head again pulling Connor closer in to the vampire as began to thrust in to him. Connor let his tongue caress the shaft as it moved deeper and deeper into his mouth. He successfully resisted the urge to gag as the cock began to hit hard against the back of his mouth and then he began to savour the flavour that came from the mix of his saliva and the pre-cum that was beginning to seep from the tip of the dick as it stroked the entrance to his throat.
Wesley and Gunn stood facing each other as the warm water cascaded down the bare flesh. He was thinking the same thing, which one was going to be the lady. Gunn raised and eyebrow and Wesley read it as an order to turn and place his hands against the wall. He complied. Resting on his outstretched arms he curve his back so that his butt was protruding out towards Gunn. Wesley sighed to himself as he tried to grapple with the indignity of the situation but when he saw the face of Fred/Jasmine on the other side of the misted glass he was overcome again with the sensation of love and he began to feel that less stupid.

Gunn looked down at the contrast between his own dark skin and the pale white flesh of the Englishman's butt and then he felt the pulse of the blood rushing towards his groin. Very quickly the head of his hardened cock was brushing against Wesley's butt cheeks. Gunn pressed himself against Wesley's back so that his cock was pushing against the other mans crack. Gunn crouched so that his groin was beneath Wesley's butt and he pushed his cock between Wesley's cheeks so that his head was pressing against the twitching butthole. Gunn then cupped his hand in front of his face and spat a large ball of saliva into it. Then he took the fluid and smeared it over the head of his cock. Then taking what was left of his saliva he massaged it into Wes's hole and tested the lubrication be gently inserting the tip of his finger inside.

Wesley jumped when he first felt the finger enter him but he relaxed as Gunn drew his finger out. Wesley braced himself but he still gawked open-mouthed when he felt Gunn press his cock inside him. At first Gunn was slow and careful but as he saw Fred/Jasmine watching he began to thrust more firmly, biting his lip as he began to pump Wesley's ass harder and harder. Fred/Jasmine pressed her face against the glass as she watched Gunn fuck Wesley. She looked closely as the muscles of Gunn's butt rippled when he thrust in to Wesley.

The sight of Fred's eyes watching him has he fucked Wesley pushed Gunn closed to the edge and then as he looked directly in to her eyes he made a final convulsive thrust and shot his load deep into the Englishman's bowels.
Connor had found his pace and was running his lips fast over Angel's cock as he clasped Angel's buttocks in his hands. Angel however was beginning to feel a familiar tingling sensation in his scrotum and pulled hlf olf out of his son in time to let the pressure subside. When he looked down at Connor the boy had an expression like a kid that had dropped its lollipop, sad and slightly sulky. Now the two men stood examining each other, Connor was still flaccid but Angel's erection was still pointing skywards. Connor looked from his father to Jasmine.

"You know what to do next" she said.

Connor nodded and moved over to the bed. He laid himself down on his back and then spread his legs and swung them so that his knees were either side of his head. Angel moved on to the bed in front of Conner, his hard-on wagging like the tail of an excited dog as it brushed against Connor's balls. Angel stomach was turning over with a mix of anticipation and fear as he began to look for some form of lubricant. He was just about to spit when he felt Jasmine in his mind, her instructions were clear, blood is thicker than water. Resting on his knees Angel bent over so that his face was close to Connor's crotch. His tongue briefly shot out and licked Connor's tightening balls before he put on his vamp face.

Stifling a guttural growl Angel opened his mouth and sunk his teeth in, his top teeth and bottom teeth ripping into the flesh either side of Connor's arsehole. Angel began to drink deep, pausing briefly to lick the puckering muscle as the blood flowed form the wounds. Angel had been so intent on feeding that her had not heard his son's shrill screams from the pain of the wounds inflicted on the tenderest part of his body. Angel looked at the boy's face, there were tears, he expected that but somehow he had hoped that for once he would be the centre of his son's attention. That was not the case however as Connor was looking at Jasmine. Suddenly another emotion began to write over everything else he was feeling, he was angry. Before he knew what he was doing Angel had forced himself into Connor's hole. Using his weight to hold the struggling boy down he thrust hard and fast in to Connor. Angel could feel Connor clawing at his back and screaming.

"Get off, get off me"

But Angel just fucked harder, the motion of his thrusting loins becoming a blur to mortal eyes. Faster and faster he fucked into the increasingly bloody pulp that was his son's butthole. Rage crossed Angel's vamped face as he looked at the pained face of his son.

"I'm fucking you hard son, my hard cock if fucking right up your tight blood soaked shit hole" Angel screamed as his rage became manic.

Angel could feel the rush of sensation towards his scrotum again, but he had plans and quickly pulled out of Connor. He grabbed his cock and began to pump it as he climbed up Connor so that his groin was close the boy's face. Then letting go of his cock he used his hands to force Connor's mouth open and dropped with his full weight on to Connor's head as his cock thrust into his son's mouth. He than began a final frantic pump, fucking Connor's throat.

Connor tried to resist but the weight of his father was too much. The taste of his own blood on his father's cock filled his senses. Then suddenly there was stillness as Angel's cock pumped a thick stream of salty spunk deep down in to Connor's throat. Fighting for breath all Connor could do was swallow the semen down.

Gunn and Wesley were standing apart as they dried themselves off, neither of them wanting to make eye contact with the other. Fred/Jasmine sat on the small couch in the main area of the suite of rooms, watching them both intently.

"Now my darling boys, we need to go next door," said Fred/Jasmine.

Gunn and Wesley both looked up from drying themselves, their expression was a question, what now.

"You have both done well" she said "but your friends next-door have not been so successful"

Fred/Jasmine indicated for the two men to follow her, they both stopped to pick up their clothes but a silent instruction from Jasmine told them to come as they were. Naked and still dripping wet. They followed her out of the rooms and in to the hallway, leaving wet footprints in the carpets as they went. Wes was closest to Fred/Jasmine as she pushed open the door in to Angel's room. She swung as she entered as she entered the room and fell backwards into Wesley's open arms.

Wesley and Gunn looked in to the room and saw the real Justine standing there waiting for them.

"Gunn, Wesley, Fred please come in" said Jasmine.

Wesley looked down at Fred, her face was pale but it was certainly herself again.

"She is herself again," said Jasmine.

"Oh I feel woozy," said Fred as she steadied herself.

Fred turned to Wesley to say thanks for catching her and saw that both of them were nude. Open mouthed she turned away quickly and looked at her feet.

"Oh dear" she said "I remember now, oh dear"

The memories of what had just happened flooded back in to Fred's mind. She struggled to get the vision of Gunn staring at her as he fucked Wesley would not fade. She looked up at the two men's faces. Wes had an expression of pity, pity for Fred. Gunn's expression was altogether more ambiguous, cool but inscrutable. All three of them were sizing each other up when Jasmine spoke again.

"Come here my friends, it is time to help heal out champions."

At that moment Angel came out of the rear of his rooms. He was naked and carrying Connor in his arms. Fred, Wes and Gunn looked carefully as Angel moved over to the couch and laid Connor down. Both father son son had been crying, it was clear that Angel's tears were of guilt and Connor's were of agony. Angel had smears of fast drying blood around his mouth and crotch but the blood on Connor was much fresher, bright red and still flowing from the wound at his anus. Angel moved over to Jasmine, his face pleasing as he spoke.

"Jasmine, please help him he's loosing to much blood. He's going to die" Angel was frantic.

Jasmine smiled and placed a reassuring hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Angel I have called your friends her to help, now all of you gather in a circle close to Connor" she said.

Fred, Wesley and Gunn moved over to where Angel was standing next to Connor. The boy himself was curled up like a baby crying with pain. Jasmine directed the four of them to hold hands in a circle and close their eyes. When they had done this Jasmine place her left hand on Angel's back and her right on the Connor's still open wound, A green haze grew upund und the all before dissipating around Connor's buttocks. Connor opened his eyes the pain was gone. He reach down to his hole, it was healed as though it had never been bitten. Jasmine looked him in the eyes as she spoke.

"Only you Connor will remember this night, so that you know how much love I have for you. You have passed the test and I know I can trust your love. The other's will have to be tested again but it is best they have no memory of this night"

Connor nodded as he heard Fred speak.

"Where am I, oh my god you're all naked"
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