So I just decided to download some episodes of Big Wolf on Campus because I haven't watched it in years... and damn, I forgot how cute Merton was! D:

The episode "Bookmobile" inspired my slashy writer-ness (like everything else in the world, but moreso) and I decided to write a slight twist of the enormous potential this episode had. Merton SO wanted Tommy to bite him, not just because he wanted to be a werewolf... he was so disappointed... but anyway!

Title is a pun, I used the wrong 'too' on purpose, you'll understand why if you read on. I overuse ellipses. And in case you're wondering, Charon is Pluto's moon. Merton mentions that "Pluto's moon is no longer full" and I just happen to know that Charon is the name of Pluto's moon. Yes, I am a nerd. T-T;;

As always, enjoy!

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"Bite me, bite me, bite me...!"

Maybe if he said it enough times, Tommy will come to his senses and actually bite him. Merton was willing to test that hypothesis by continually pestering... no, no, encouraging... the deeply-in-thought (and slightly disgruntled) teen werewolf a couple more times. He just wanted, no, needed, to be a werewolf so badly...

"...Fine. Fine, I'll make you a werewolf, Merton," Tommy sighed in slight exasperation, finally succumbing to the annoyance, no, encouragement...!

Practically yipping with delight, Merton nearly skipped across his room (but no, he's too manly for that) to search the shelves. "I'll get the rubbing alcohol!"

"No, no, Merton, forget the rubbing alcohol."

Swinging around, Merton noticed Tommy had stood up and was edging towards him with a look of peculiar uncertainty. Glancing behind him, Merton noticed his bed was coming closer and closer to the back of his knees while Tommy was coming closer and closer to him.

Two hands met his shoulders and Merton felt himself pushed down onto his bed, gazing up at the stony brown eyes staring what felt like into his soul. With a look of determination, Tommy dropped his head to the spot just where the carotid artery pulsed beneath the skin and opened his mouth.

It was an odd sensation. Hot breath on his neck, the scent of sweet cologne mingled with sweat. Tommy let out a low growl and Merton suddenly felt fangs on his skin, light pressure followed by a short, sharp pain.

He felt a trickle of what he knew to be blood begin to run down his neck, a strange, tingling sensation where Tommy bit him. Probably the transference taking eff--

His thoughts were cut short, however, when he felt a warm tongue lap at the wound, gentle and oddly delicate. Like Tommy had never even done this before. I'm his first...? Merton thought with a surprising amount of glee. Not to say he hadn't fantasized about this, oh no...

"Are you..." Tommy murmured, close enough to Merton's ear to send a shiver down his spine, "...okay?"

Merton could only nod quickly and vigorously, too enamored to say much of anything. "Mmm, yeah, fine, just fine," he managed in response, voice a pitch too high for his liking.

Tommy grunted in response and started to back away. Startled by even his own movements, Merton's grip on Tommy's shoulders tightened just a little. "No, don't... don't stop... just yet."

Tommy pushed himself up a little to regard Merton with an odd look. Glancing side to side, Merton lowered his head enough to look slightly abashed. "I just, um... I've never... been this close... to someone before. And I..." heat radiated across his face, "...I kind of like it."

Smirking good-naturedly, Tommy lowered himself again and licked up another stray stream that had started up again. Merton sighed contentedly and reached up just a little, toying with a lock of Tommy's hair between his fingers.

Wonder if I'm going to have to wait another seventy years... Charon had better be full sooner, dammit...

Or I could just... well...

"Tommy, can we...?"

... Spoke too soon, spoke too soon!

"...Yeah?"

"Can we... do this again? Soon? Please?"

He chuckled lightly, cocking his head back to look at Merton. "Wouldn't that be a little... backwards?"

Merton simply raised an eyebrow.

Rolling his eyes, Tommy elaborated. "A non-werewolf biting a werewolf?"

"...You're right, that is a little, um, counterintuitive..." Merton had to admit.

Placing a slightly awkward kiss to his forehead, Tommy merely smirked again. "But who says backwards has to be wrong?"

"Well maybe if I bite you back then you'd be a werewolf and it wouldn't--" A finger pressed to his lips shut him up for a second as Tommy interrupted him. "Waitasec, waitasec, wasn't the point of this whole 'transference' to stop me from being a werewolf?"

Merton paused, thought a moment, and nodded meekly.

After a second, an idea seemed to cross Tommy's mind. "On second thought," he mused slowly, bringing his hand to his chin, "if you were a werewolf, too..."

"Too? That indicates another person, Tommy," Merton egged, hooking his hands around Tommy's neck.

Tommy gave him an unreadable glance, and suddenly Merton found himself pressed to the sheets, Tommy's mouth on his, oh god i am so unprepared for this...!

"That it does," Tommy breathed, face inches from Merton's, "that it does."