Fangs for the Memories AU

I had this idea years and years ago now. Back when Big Wolf on Campus showed regularily on YTV. I only just now got around to really writing it. The original idea had me naturally being a sidekick to Tommy and Merton… but in the hopes of not turning people off with a Mary-Sue, I dropped her and just decided to let Merton shine.
(on that note, warning for extreme vampire yaoi content)

This is an AU of Fangs for the Memories. Dialogue and actions have been changed slightly, matured a bit, to make it flow into my AU.

Tis short, I know. I just wanted the vampire scene, so that's pretty much what the whole story is.

Merton Saves the Day

"You did WHAT?" Merton screeched.

"I gave blood. That's the whole point of the day, isn't it?" Tommy asked, shrugging. "No big deal."

"Of course it's a big deal. You're a werewolf. You have werewolf blood. What do you think werewolf blood will do if someone gets it?"

Tommy's handsome, usually arrogant face went pale. "It'll turn them into a werewolf..."

"Or KILL them!" Merton said, smacking him on the back of the head. "We have to go get it back!"

-

Which is how they'd found themselves rooting through the blood bank in the middle of the night. "Here! I got it!" Tommy whispered, making Merton jump.

"About time," he sighed in relief. "Let's get..."

He was cut off by an all-too familiar voice. "Well well. The local boys. What are you doing here?"

The duo spun around to see the group of leather-bound metal rockers from the bar. Tommy, his Alpha instincts rising to the challenge of another supernatural imposing on his turf, said, "We could ask you the same question. This is our town."

They just laughed in response, and suddenly long, slender canines were apparent, glistening white. Merton laughed, in a very nervous, halfway to fainting kind of way. "Riiiiiight. You're Vampires. Of course that's why you're in a blood bank!"

"Well, give the boys a gold star," the leader mocked. "That brings us bck to our question. What are YOU doing here?"

Tommy, although very good at beating the crap out of things, was never very quick in verbal bluffing. Merton slid into the conversation gap, saying, "Cause..... we're... vampires too, of course."

"Right," the Vampire sneered. "You... You I could almost believe. But Mr. All-American football star here? Never."

"Hey. If Tom Cruise could do it, so could I," the werewolf said, reacting to the direct challenge again.

The leader looked at them both impassively for a moment. "Then if that's the case, drink up." One of his cronies tossed Tommy a bag.

Tommy looked down at the bag in his hands. It was squishy. Dark red. Labeled neatly with name, type and age. It belonged to a computer dweeb Tommy vaguely knew from chemistry. And he felt his stomach start to rebel, awkwardly churning the six orders of onion rings he'd had for dinner.

The ringleader of the vampires looked on, grinning. He had figured this kid wasn’t one of them. He had something, sure, but nothing to match the vampires. And from the shade of his face, the thought of drinking human blood disgusted him, proving his theory.

The werewolf tried to talk, once, twice, decided the gig was up and was about to transform when the bag was snatched out of his hands. “Better service next time, dog,” he heard an eerily familiar voice with an unusually harsh tone to it. His head whipping up, he saw Merton, tossing the bag lightly in his hand, shaking his head.

While Tommy stared at him, not comprehending what was going on, Merton continued. “You’ll have to excuse him… I have a bit of a soft spot for the little puppy. He likes to act all tough and protective, it’s rather cute, actually.”

“And we’re supposed to believe you’re actually one of us?” the ringleader snorted. “You’re just a human kid with a lot of makeup and too much hair gel.”

“Makeup? Oh, come on… this kind of creamy white complexion only occurs in someone who never goes out under the sun.” Merton scoffed. “Here, open this, puppy.” He handed the bag back to Tommy, who disbelevignly but obediently punched a hole in the bag. His fangs and fur had come in at some point during his shock, and the plastic was no match for his claws.

“Bottoms up,” Merton said, taking back the blood bag, raising it to his lips and drinking it down before he could think twice. Tommy managed just barely to control his utter surprise, but it didn't seem to matter much anyway. Since he'd been identified as a werewolf thrall, the vampires had almost forgotten he existed.

Merton finished the last gulp, burped lightly, and was surprised that the aftertaste wasn't nearly as bad as he'd expected. "Not bad..." he said, blinking, then covered quickly. "I mean, not as good as live, but not bad at all."

The leader broke into a delighted grin, and the others laughed. "Sorry for all the suspicion, brother! It's been so long since we've seen another of our kind, we never expected someone in a town like this!"

"Well, I live quiet. Since I'm the only one here, I can take just a little at a time, nobody's caught on yet," Merton said, improvising blithely as he went, falling almost too naturally into the role. All that gothic vampire fantasy was doing him some good after all.

And the beauty of it was... since they thought he already had a claim to the town, they wouldn't stay here! "We'll be moving on tomorrow after sunset then. Can't impose on a brother's established hunting grounds, after all."

"Thanks, thanks for your understanding," Merton said, grinning. "But for tonight, let's just have a good time!"

"All riiiight!"

And so started a delerious party. At some point, Tommy had to leave, trying to find a bathroom to throw up in after seeing his usually cute, innocent friend with blood splattered over his pale skin, downing what had to be his fourth or fifth bag of blood.

"Now that the puppy's gone," one of the vampires, the one with the long, silky black hair and the boom box, said, "We can really start to play..." The music shifted, to a song more suited to a metal rave than a house party, and the whole group of vampires started bouncing to the music.

They were hypnotizingly graceful, and Merton recognized the danger, carefully not looking directly at any of them. A real Vampire wouldn't get hypnotized like any watching mortal would. This worked beautifully until he felt a leather-bound body pressed up against his back, and a tongue licking blood from his cheek.

"Hey... what are you doing that for?" he gasped, just barely managing not to stutter in his surprise. A part of him reflected it was a good thing they were all drinking blood and moving around so much. They were warmer than normal while feeding, and wouldn't notice Merton's highter temperature.

"What, you complaining?" said a velvet-soft voice in his ear, inhumanly strong hands sliding down his arms.

He melted. He couldn't help it. "No, I suppose not..."

"Good," the vampire chuckled, pressing against him again, his body tight and hard under the leather. "I'm sure I can give you a more interesting time than your little pet dog."

It was a good thing that it was dark in here, because Merton was sure he was blushing. He'd always hoped to convince Tommy to dump his crush on his preppy girlfriend, but didn't expect to acutally manage it. Having someone remark on it so casually made his stomach flip flop.

His train of thought was interrupted by the tongue returning to his cheek, and he leaned back, eyes fluttering closed. Some part of him was sure this wasn't a good idea, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

He was dimly aware of another tight group forming to the other side, and then there was a second vampire pressed against his front, a second pair of too-powerful hands running over his body, pulling open the buttons on his shirt.

-

Outside, Tommy had finally found a bathroom and was on his way back when he was held up by something as simple as the security guard. He had to backtrack hastily, right out of the building, and paced impatiently, trying to find a way back in unseen.

-

Merton gasped, his hands fumbling with the multitude of buckles on the jacket pressed against his front, feeling drunk. Apparently, drinking that much blood would do that to a person, especially when combined with a mess of playful Vampires. His shirt was gone long ago, and the vampire behind him was doing delightfully plesant things to his neck and shoulders, the one crushing him from the front giving him truly spectacular lessons in how to make out, fangs adding a delightful element to it.

He was insanely turned on, but judging by the hard bulge pressing into his ass, he wasn't the only one. The vampire to his front ground their hips together, making Merton moan. At this rate, he was going to make a lovely big mess of his pants. There was a sharp, sweet pain at his collarbone, and he tilted his head to the side, exposing it more.

Even when he realized the vampire had bitten him and was now lazily licking the blood tricling down his shoulder and back, he couldn't help but enjoy it. The one pressing so delightfully against him now squashed him between the two vampires, and Merton heard a muffled moan from behind him, the vampire stopping his blood drinking abruptly. Drops of disconcertingly hot blood trickled onto his neck, down his shoulder, stinging when they encountered the open bite there.

A blood soaked mouth pressed hard against his, the powerful, subtly different taste of vampire blood flooding his tongue. The sharp fangs sliced into his lip, sending another gush of blood into the mix, and he moaned, not sure whether he enjoyed the pain or not. He certainly enjoyed the feeling of the tongue caressing hungrily over the slice.

He shuddered, feeling like he was either going to pass out or explode in his pants, or possibly both. Another sharp pain came at the back of his neck, and the vampire to his front ground his hips demandingly against Merton's aching cock, and the choice was decided for him. He couldn't ever remember comeing so hard in his life, and he was glad of the two inhuman bodies holding him up, or he probably would have collapsed.

"It's been too long since you played with your own kind, hasn't it?" the vampire hissed, grinning wickedly, letting a hand slide down between them, feeling the sticky warmth seeping through his black jeans.


"Oh... you could say that," Merton said faintly, not resisting in the slightest when pushed down to his knees, the Vampire in front of him flicking open his pants.

He had no boxers, Merton noticed. They wouldn't have suited right anyway, and the hard, gracefuly curving cock in front of him looked just perfect pushing out from the fly of the vampire's pants.

Merton didn't have a lot of practical experience, but willingly dove into the job, wrapping his hand around the shaft and sucking on the head. Luckily for him, the same sorts of things apparently felt good to vampires as was so enthusiastically posted on porn sites everywhere, and the vampire was soon holding his head, encouraging him.

Surprisingly, his gag reflex seemed gone out the window as the vampire's hands worked his head back and forth, deeper and deeper till his nose brushed against the skin. Abruptly he pulled out, and shot his load over his face and hair, and Merton licked his lips, swallowing the slightly bitter substance.

There was a tongue on his face again, and Merton welcomed the help cleaning up, getting to kiss the first vampire for the first time, kneeling on the floor. He broke off, trailing down the soft, delicious smelling skin, licking and nipping lightly, biting harder when he got down to the muscle of the shoulder.

He was surprised to find his mouth filled with blood, his teeth cutting easily through the skin and flesh. Swallowing willingly, he shivered at the sweet, rich taste, taking several mouthfulls before licking at the wound, the blood flow slowing down without his teeth worrying the skin open.

There was a yipping howl from outside, a sound all of them recognized as a werewolf rather than a dog, and Merton reluctantly shook his attention free momentarily. The light comeing through the curtain was starting to get brighter, not all the way to sunrise yet, but less than a half hour off. "Time to go... we can't be found here," he said, sighing.

"Pity... maybe we'll drop in again sometime," the vampire said, grinning at him. He and his cohorts backed away, transforming into bats and departing, much quicker to travel by wing, after all. Merton slumped to the ground, shaking from reaction as the nights' events finally started to sink into his conscious mind.

The window slid open, and Tommy hauled himself inside. "Come on! We have to get out of here!" The werewolf picked him up like he weighed nothing, dropping the two stories to the ground easily, and ran to Merton's dungeon.

Merton, for his part, snuggled happily against Tommy's chest, breathing in his rich, unusual scent. It was so easy to pick up this close, he reflected, smiling as Tommy dropped lightly through Merton's perpetually unlatched window, and deposited him on the bed, displacing several sorcery books as he did so.

"Awww, thanks for the ride home, puppy," Merton said teasingly, looking up at him with a grin on his face.

Tommy blinked at him. "You obviously need sleep. Take a few hours... school doesn't start for a while yet." He even set Merton's alarm for him before jumping up out of the room again and dashing off for home before anyone came in to wake him up and found he wasn't home.

-

The alarm went off, and Merton sat up, feeling delightfully refreshed. He bounded out of bed, put on some fresh clothes, combed his hair into place, then did a double take. His skin was practically glowing today, a pale, even color he'd never been able to manage. Unbuttoning his shirt and twisting, he saw the bite marks that should be on his shoulder and neck were definately not there. Maybe he'd imagined the whole thing... it wouldn't be the first supernatural wet dream he'd had... sighing, he headed off to school.

Tommy was not delightfully refreshed. He was napping on the desk when Merton slid into the seat beside him. "Wakey wakey, Tommy. Time to face another day!"

The werewolf growled, sounding much more canine than he usually did at school. "How can you be so cheerful? Your night was just as long as mine..."

Merton blinked. "What? You mean it really happened?"

Tommy frowned, and rolled over to face him. "Of course it really happened. I was there, for part of it anyway. Then I got locked out and couldn't get back in... what happened?"

He realized his mouth was hanging open. "Oh.... nothing much.... nothing I can discuss in public anyway," he said, his voice slightly shrill as he looked around.

"Merton..."

"Oh, Tommy, I really can't talk about it here..." he said, there were far too many people around, and his mind was still busily whizzing around, trying to sort it out. "Later, okay? Find us somewhere nice and quiet to talk about it at lunch, and I'll tell you everything." Well, maybe not EVERY detail...

"Alright, alright," he said, sitting up reluctantly, and sliding sleepily into a chair for the lesson.

Beside him, Merton was not paying the slightest bit of attention to the lecture, too busy putting together the events of the evening. Vampires. He'd kissed them, he'd shared blood, he'd even swallowed semen, if the blood and saliva hadn't been enough. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the slender, extended fangs that hadn't been there until he thought of them, thinking of the mysterious absence of injuries. Oh, Tommy was going to KILL him...