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Sean struggled as he felt his strength begin to wane.
He looked up into his captor's eyes and froze.
Ianto was pinning him to the chair, his feral growl deep and melodious as he laid his weight on him.
His eyes were grey.
No blue.
No.
His eyes were silver moons.
Sean felt himself slipping into the twin moonbeams as Ianto mesmerised him.
Sean's struggles slowly ceased as he became hypnotised by his brother's stare, deeper and deeper into the strange waters flowing, swirling.
Sean could taste blood, but it didn't matter.
All that mattered was the strange melody and the grip on his wrists that held him captive.
The embrace that warmed, soothed.
Sean lost the world around him, lost the sounds of those struggling in the room.
Ianto was the only thing.
Ianto's eyes bored into his very soul.
Sean heard music, faint tinkling like wind chimes.
This was gonna hurt.
Sean's eyes slid to the fangs protruding from the sides of Ianto's mouth and he whimpered.
Yeah.
This was gonna hurt bad.
Then.
Ianto blinked.
Sean did not have a gradual awakening from his fugue, more of a splash of iced water to the gonads kind of awakening and the pain was intense.
Sean threw his head back and screamed as the pain flowed to his fingertips, his whole body convulsing.
"Hold him" Ifan yelled, "Hold him boy."
Ianto tried to regain Sean's attention and changed the tune he was humming to one their mother sang them to sleep with as children.
Sean's fearful gaze went back to Ianto and he began to relax again.
"Christ on a stick" Owen muttered, "How the fuck did he let it get this bad."
"Always hated needles" Ifan sighed, "Little bugger would only say he had a boo-boo if a limb had fallen off."
"Hold on, here we go"
Owen applied more pressure as Ifan held Sean's bottom jaw. With a wet "Shhhwwwwick" the tooth finally came free of the gum and Owen fell back with the pliers held high on triumph.
"Fuck!" Sean roared as Ianto released him, leaping into the air to land nimbly at the side of the chair.
Sean leaned forward and Ifan offered him the cup of salt water.
"Rinse and let me have a bloody look, ya sook" Ifan scoffed and Sean moaned as he held his jaw.
"You're lucky" Owen said as he examined the molar, "Bloody thing was rancid. You were cruising for a nice abscess there, mate."
"Thanks" Sean mattered as he bit down gently on the piece of gauze his grandfather thrust at him.
Relieved of his duty, Ianto made for the door.
"Oi! Z-boy" Owen called after him, "How did you hypnotise him like that?"
"It's all in the eyes" Ianto quipped uncomfortably as he fled.