Fangs for the Memories AU

Yeah, don't own it. Obviously, otherwise the show would have been MUCH more x-rated. Anyway. Thanks for the reviews, everyone, they have prompted me to write another chapter.

This is my first yaoi lemon. Be gentle!

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"You did WHAT?" Tommy shrieked, causing Merton to smack him in the back of the head.

"Would you keep it down?" Merton grumbled, glancing around the street as they walked home. The overcast, slightly drizzling day meant it wasn't really busy. "It's not that big a deal..."

"Not that big a deal?" Tommy hissed, although he did keep his voice down. "Merton..."

"Tommy... don't." Merton sighed. "Just don't freak out on me, okay? It's a free world... and for now, anyway, it's not illegal for guys to enjoy each other... it doesn't mean I'm going to molest you or anything."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Tommy growled, his eyes flashing yellow. "I dont mind if you like cock.... I'm a lot more worried about the side effects of your little party."

"...Reallly? You don't mind?" Merton said, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Of course not," Tommy sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, not wanting to attract too much attention while they were talking about guy on guy vampire love. "But that's beside the point. After all you've been telling me to be careful with my blood and chewing on people and all that... you go and get involved in an orgy with a group of VAMPIRES? Are you crazy?"

"Well.... at least we're both still alive?"

"Really?" Tommy asked, his voice dangerously low, his nails just a little longer and sharper than they should be. "I was pretty sure that Vampires were classed as undead."

Merton didn't even notice that Tommy was squeezing his arm in a presure that would have had him screaming and writhing around in pain two days ago. "That's because people normally don't survive a vampire bite... and the ones that do suffer through extreme amounts of pain while the venom fixes their ruined flesh, and terrible hunger because they have no blood of their own, let alone someone else... They didn't exactly bleed me dry, Tommy..."

"So, not undead?"

"No," he sighed, effortlessly prying Tommy's hand off his arm and putting it on his chest. "See? I still have a heartbeat."

"Merton... you just pulled my hand off your arm. I didn't LET you do it. For that matter... you should have started whimpering from pain a long time ago."

The newly transformed vampire was amused that Tommy hadn't tried to pull his hand away. "Okay, so I'm not entirely human anymore... but neither are you. I can help you now, rather than just being a hostage."

Finally, Tommy realized that they were walking down a street, Merton holding Tommy's hand to his heart. He pulled it away, his fingers looking like a human hand again rather than halfway to paw. "I'm still not happy about it..." He tried to figure out why. It wasn't like Merton couldn't handle this. If anyone could manage to be a Vampire, and still make it through everyday life, Tommy would have bet on Merton, in fact.

"Don't worry so much," Merton said, nudging him slightly. He felt cool to Tommy now, although not cold. Of course, being a werewolf seemed to mean running a perpetual low fever, so that wasn't too out of the ordinary. "I'll just buy some really good sunscreen, and keep wearing the full-length black everything. Nobody's even going to notice a difference. Except maybe I'm less clumsy now."

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Surprisingly enough, he turned out to be right. It wasn't like Merton was known for picnics in the sun and wearing shorts anyway... nobody even remarked on the ankle-length, long sleeved, hooded black coat he'd gotten. It was true he didn't trip on anything anymore. And the one and only time T and T tried to cram him in a locker, there had luckily been no one around.

Merton simply picked the nearest one up. Right up off the ground, and tossed him back about six feet. Since then, nobody had tried to stuff him in a locker. Or anything else, for that matter.

Tommy was starting to drift apart from Stacey, much to Merton's delight. The werwolf just couldn't bring himself to confess about his little furry problem, and by this point, Stacey was bored of a guy who would barely even kiss her.

His evenings were instead taken up with helping Merton liberate the occasional snack from the blood bank, or hunting down a rabbit for the same purpose.

Apart from that, nothing else changed that week.

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"You have GOT to be kidding. A sorcerer? Really?" Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Looks like the real deal," Merton said, frowning. "At first, I thought that maybe people were just being dumb about letting their pets out during the night... but then that cat showed up all sliced apart... and that's EXACTLY the patterning used in the lower levels of Demon Occult."

"Lower levels? Do I even want to know wha the higher levels are?"

"Human sacrifice..."

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Naturally, Merton went missing the next day. He was weaker during the day, and Tommy was getting worried when it was last class in school and he STILL hadn't shown up. So he decided to go out looking for him.

For once, he acutally cursed the fact that it was almost summer, and the days were getting so long. It meant he had to keep in the shadows. And meant that Merton, wherever he was, was only vaguely stronger than a normal human, and no faster.

Still, between his wolf instincts and the innate sense of where his trouble-finding-friend was, Tommy did finally come across the sorcerer, in a clearing in the woods. Merton, a nasty bruise on one temple, was tied to a tree, naked to the waist. Tommy had an irrational moment of being glad the grove was shady, or he'd have some nasty sunburn.

He crouched, getting ready to spring as the sorcerer, dressed in truly ostentatious robes, moved towards his mostly unconscious friend, a knife in his hand. That was when the minor demon Merton had mentioned came tearing through the underbrush and slammed Tommy into a tree.

The sorcerer did look up, and smiled. "Ah, the werewolf protector, right on time. He won't be able to dispatch my little helper quickly enough." The knife descended, the tip slicing into Merton's pale skin, almost glowing in the dusky light.

Merton's eyes opened, flashing red. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He didn't even seem to notice the pain from the knife in his left shoulder, but his nose flared just slightly at the scent of blood.

"And why is that?" the sorcerer purred. "I need a good sacrifice. And you're such a pretty one... and your wolf friend won't save you now." The snarling and crashing from the trees gave obvious testiment to the fact that Tommy was well occupied.

There was a snap, as the bonds holding Merton to the tree snapped. The sorcerer's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "That's okay," Merton said cheerfully. "I'll just kill you myself." He lunged forward, the wound from the knife closing, the bruise on his head starting to fade.

In the forest, the demon abruptly turned away and ran back to the clearing as it's master summoned it, and Tommy gave chase with a howl. He caught it again as it broke free of the trees and knocked it flat to the ground, powerful paws grabbing it around the head and neck. And then paused, totally dumbstruck at the sight of Merton, who apparently needed no help at all.

At very first glance, it would look almost romantic. Merton had the sorcerer bent backwards, one hand on his back, the other cradling his head, his lips against the man's neck. Unfortunately for the sorcerer, it wasn't nearly as romantic as it looked, as his whimpering and screaming showed.

Merton was deleriously happy, his fangs sunk deeply into his skin, drinking in gulp after gulp of blood. It was so, SO much better than the bags from the bloodbank. Better even than hunting small animals. And there was so much of it.... he could feel blood trickling down from his mouth, running along his fingers on the back of the Sorcerer's neck.

He finally felt saited, licking the wound closed by instinct before straightening slightly, looking down at the very unhappy man he was holding. "Told you it was a bad idea." Plunging down again, his fangs sank into his neck, this time tearing out his whole throat rather than a controlled slice to the vein.

The demon melted away as the sorcerer died. Tommy barely even noticed, still sitting on the ground where he was, looking transfixed at Merton, now glowing in the moonlight, blood spattered across his bare chest, licking the last of it from his lips.

"Merton?" Tommy whispered, barely speaking at all. Merton heard him though, turning to look at him. His eyes were glowing as well, a warm, somehow plesant shade of gold-red. He wasn't the least bit ashamed of the slender fangs glinting in his smile, the blood smeared down his chest and on his hands... or the very obvious bluge in his pants. Tommy could smell it from here... and if he was honest with himself, he rather enjoyed the mix of fresh blood and precum

"You okay?" Merton asked, his voice smooth and quiet and vibrating with passion. Not trusting his own voice to remain steady, Tommy nodded. He was till totally wolfed-out, though, not anywhere near calm enough to change back. Merton grinned again, the fangs seeming somehow totally natural in his smile, and moved abruptly forward, at what would be blinding speed for a human. Tommy at least managed to see him move, and was abruptly pushed over on his back, his blood-drunk friend kneeling over him, leaning down just an inch above his face.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this whole being a vampire thing," he murmured softly. His breath was warm on Tommy's face, and smelled of blood, and the wolf in him wagged it's tail, pushing him to reach up, licking a spot of blood on Merton's chin that he'd missed. He moaned at the taste. No wonder werwolves hunted humans...

And then Merton's mouth was pressed against his and all conscious thought flew out the window. He tasted so good... and the intoxicating hint of blood still there only made it better. His paws roamed over Merton's bare back, claws lightly scoring the skin, before he stopped, pulling away. "Is... is this a good idea? We aren't going to accidentally kill each other, are we?"

"No," Merton said, leaning down to nuzzle his sensitive, pointed ear. "I checked. Now that we're both something other than human, we won't infect or kill each other. Does that mean you want to play with me?"

Tommy let out a light, pleading whine. He hadn't even realized he could MAKE that noise. "Yeah... yeah, I do."

Merton's night simply could not have gotten any better. He shifted position again slightly, his hands comeing up to caress Tommy's ears and neck like he was a big puppy dog, and kissed him again, his tongue flicking out lightly to explore his mouth. He discovered wolves had more pointy teeth than he did, even if the individual fangs weren't as gracefully curved and sharp.

If he'd grown a tail when he wolfed out this time, it would be wagging ecstatically, Tommy thought to himself. Just the sheer delight of being able to surrender to desire without worrying about terrifying his parner by going wolf was delightful. His Alpha genes were starting to resent being underneath him though, and he slid neatly out from under him, his arms wrapping posessively around his friend as he kissed him. Even both of them kneeling, he was several inches taller, bending Merton back slightly.

Merton didn't mind this change in position a bit. He was glad of it acutally... he would have happily coaxed Tommy into it, but it was SO much more enjoyable if the wolf acted like he really wanted to do this. His hands ran up into his hair, thicker and warmer as a wolf, fingers rubbing at the base of his ears.

Tommy moaned, and pressed Merton back down to the ground. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but then with a predatory sort of grin, ran his claws over Merton's shoulder, scoring lines in the skin.

He writhed under him, gasping with delight as his skin was sliced, then healed back up with inhuman speed. Tommy did it again, digging his claws into Merton's sides as he leaned down to kiss him hard. It was SO satisfying to be able to give totally into instinct, without worrying about the consequences.

For his part, Merton was thoroughly enjoying Tommy's experiments. Both the pain itself and the knowledge that his friend was totally letting loose just intensified the pleasure. His hands reached up almost desperately, pulling off Tommy's shirt and running his fingers over the sculptted, hybrid-muscled chest, tracing the unusual lines, running through the so soft pelt.

Tommy growled softly, his claws running down Merton's sides, hooking in his pants. He had just enough human instinct left in him to fumble the fly open and yank them down, kicking them and the boxers off into the bushes somewhere. Merton groaned with relief as his cock sprang straight up in the air, then pressed up against his belly, rock hard, throbbing slightly.

"You really have been wanting this, haven't you?" Tommy chuckled, one paw carefully sliding down his belly to rub over Merton's length. He grinned as his friend jerked and whimpered under him, his hips pushing up, pressing his cock into Tommy's paw.

The wolf leaned down, kissing him again, more passionate and rough. His teeth grazed lightly over Merton's lip, and the coppery taste of blood ran over his tongue. It was just slightly different than human blood, a touch sweeter, not enough that a human could ever notice. It was delicious. His tongue lapped hungrily at the slices, worrying them, keeping them open for a while so he could enjoy the taste.

Merton found himself thoroughly enjoying the wolf dominating him. A small part of him had been worried that Tommy's wolf instincts wouldn't let another male supernatural stay in the area... but it seemed that they'd turn out just fine. Especially since being submissive was much more in his nature. But submissive didn't mean limp and lazy, and his hands worked quickly at tugging off Tommy's pants, throwing them somewhere, not really caring where they ended up. His hands dropped down, wrapping lightly around Tommy's cock "That feels interesting," he murmured.

Tommy acutally blushed, pausing. "Yeah... I almost forgot about that... you don't have to keep going if it freaks you out."

"No... but I do wanna see what I'm working on," he said, grinning, pushing Tommy up, and back so he was leaning on his elbows. The wolf's cock, while not entirely all the way to canine, was certainly not human anymore. It was a graceful, curved thing, with a sharply pointed head, probably longer than his own. He said probably because he figured it likely wasn't fully erect yet. He liked the way it felt in his hand though, and it certainly responded like any human's cock would, twitching slightly in his fingers as he stroked it.

Tommy felt both a wave of pleasure and an equally powerful wave of releif that Merton hadn't been too freaked out. Hell, it had freaked him out the first time he noticed the change. But his quirky, weird little friend seemed more turned on than disgusted by it. In fact, he hadn't even seemed very surprised by it. Maybe Merton had been researching it, thinking about it...

The thought made him groan, especially since Merton ducked his head down, his tongue working alongside his slightly cool fingers now, teasing over his cock. His head dropped back, and he panted slightly, his hips jerking up every now and then when Merton did something especially pleasurable.

Merton grinned, and slowly started to suck on it, teasing the unusually shaped head, carefully avoiding grazing it with his fangs. He shifted position, one of his hands dropping back to his own rear, fingers starting to tease at his hole.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd had something in his ass... he had more than one toy at home he'd played with... and had been fantasizing about it being Tommy's cock for a while now. So even without any lube, it didn't take him too long to get himself stretched out. In fact, it felt so good just having his own two fingers pumping away, while he shivered with anticipation of what would come next, his cock started to throb almost painfully, precum trickling from the tip, begging for attention.

Close enough, he decided, and pulled back, Tommy whining in protest as his warm mouth slipped off his cock, exposing him to the air. Merton shifted onto his hands and knees, beckoning him forward. "Come on then, wolf... let's get down to business."

Tommy was on him in an instant, his cock rubbing between his cheeks, and then he paused maddeningly. "You sure about this? I don't want to hurt you..." Damn Tommy's inherant sweet nature...

Merton's answer was to reach back, grab the wolf's cock, and push himself back onto it. The nicely tapered head pushed easily into his ass, slicked up with saliva and precum already. That was all it took, and Tommy whimpered, slowly pushing the rest of the way in.

The vampire relaxed the tight ring of muscle with practiced ease so nothing tore, but was still deliciously tight around Tommy's cock. He moaned, feeling the almost burning hot, thick cock filling him up, starting to move slowly inside him. It was so much better than he'd even been able to imagine. His hand dropped down, finally stroking over his own much-neglected cock, now purple from all the blood trapped into it, making it harder than he'd ever remembered it being.

Tommy's claws dug into his ass, making Merton yelp, tightening around Tommy reflexively. The wolf groaned, pausing for a moment to fight down the urge to cum already. He was having too much fun for it to be over that fast. After a moment, he started pumping again, Merton's ass feeling tighter with every thrust.

That cock was growing, Merton thought, trembling as Tommy pounded into him. It had to be. He realized then that it acutally was swelling at the base, stretching his hole wider. Tommy just drove into him harder, not realizing what was going on, Merton moaning under him, unable to form words even if he wanted to.

Still, the knot was a big stretch even for Merton. It felt like being fisted, only the rest of Tommy's cock was still inside him, probing deeper. He cried out as it brushed against his prostrate, making his vision black out momentarily.

Tommy growled deep in his throat as he drove himself deeper into Merton, feeling himself getting closer. His friend's ass was so incredibly tight around him he almost couldn't thrust anymore, his movements becomeing shorter, more like pulses than thrusts. From the way Merton was moaning underneath him, he must be hitting something good, though. He dropped his paw down, reaching between them, his fingers brushing against Merton's balls, rubbing them.

Merton was panting now, his fist almost frantically pumping against his cock. Tommy was pressing rhythmically against his prostrate now, his knot stretching his ass right out, and he felt about ready to explode. When he felt the tough, surprisingly gentle paw on his balls, kneading him so purposefully, he screamed, cuming hard. His cock shot a massive load out, spraying over his chest and chin, and onto the ground inderneath them, his ass clenching hard every time his cock spurted.

Tommy howled above him, pure animal abandon. The way Merton's ass kept squeezing him drove him right over the edge, and he drove his hips forward, grinding against Merton's ass, cuming deep inside him. It felt like it would never stop... or that he'd pass out first from lack of oxygen or something... but eventually he did collapse down onto him.

It was a good thing Vampires gained so much extra strength, Merton though as his very solid friend just slumped down on top of him, panting hard. The knot in his ass was still stubbornly there, preventing Tommy from pulling out just yet, even if he had the ambition to straighten up and do it. Of course, that was fine by him... maybe he could convinvce the wolf for a round two...