While returning home Brandon showered again and began to get ready. His costume was no easy effort to put on, the hair and make-up had to be perfect and look realistic. He wasn't going for best costume, but he wanted to look good. He had everything in order by the time nine thirty rolled around, but felt as though his costume needed something more, but what. He looked around his room and then he spotted it, his school jacket. He put it on and looked in the mirror. He smiled revealing a set of ferocious teeth. Brandon Dawkins had just become the perfect teenaged werewolf.

Half an hour into the party he decided he needed to go somewhere to get away from the noise. His first thought was the storage closet where nets and soccerballs were kept when not in use. He slipped away from his friends and headed for the supply room, locked, so he headed towards his original plan, the storage closet. Luckily that was open and he crept inside closing the door behind him. The music was much quieter through the metal door, it was also much darker in the room. He turned on the light by pulling the cord, which hung in the center of the room. Startled to see another young man in the room already. "Fuck man, you scared the shit out of me!" Brandon yelped, trying to maintain some machoness. "Sorry dude." The other guy said and he smiled, revealing two perfectly realistic looking fangs. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Brandon asked, trying not to go weak in the knees while staring at that gorgeous smile. "Same thing you are, trying to get away from that." He pointed towards the door. Both men nodded and Brandon stuck out his paw. "I'm Brandon Dawkins, do you go to this school? I haven't seen you around." The other young man extended his pale hand and shook Brandon's paw. "I'm David Quartz. My sister goes here, I graduated last year." "Ah, cool." Brandon sat down next to David on a large canvas sack filled with jerseys.

After a few moments of silence, Brandon began conversation. "So, you graduated? What school do you go to now? Or are you taking a year off first?" he asked, wanting to know more about this young sexy man sitting next to him. "Taking a year off" David replied. "Oh yeah?" Brandon asked. "Where are you working?" There was a moment of silence and David began to smile that sexy smile once more, only this time blushing. "I, uh, actually, I work at the Adult Video Store on Elm" he chuckled. Brandon joined him and then turned to him and said. " That's got to hurt the wrist after awhile." David laughed again, but shook his head no. " Nah, it goes numb after awhile, can't feel it." He winked at Brandon before licking his blood-drenched lips. "Oh, a professional are we?" Brandon asked playfully. David just smiled and there was silence in the room. The sound of music through the door reminded them that a hundred people were only 20 feet away, but that didn't stop them, they both instinctively moved in to kiss one another. Brandon first taking off his snout and paws. David, removing his cape.

The teenaged Dracula and Wolf-man passionately and fiercely kissed one another, playfully biting the other's lip on occasion. Brandon began to unbutton the old fashioned blouse David wore, while David took off Brandon's jacket and top section of fur. With David on his back staring up at Brandon all that was visible was a chiseled chest and a very sexy happy trail. The light and the angle at which he was laying prevented David from seeing Brandon's face, and he wasn't liking the idea, he grabbed Brandon by the waist and pulled him down again, this time something was different. Ah yes, Brandon had also taken off his side burns and thick furry eyebrows, so now David could see nothing but the beautiful smiling face of Brandon Dawkins. With his fake fangs still in place and spiky hair still in contact he began to kiss David's neck. David laughed and Brandon pulled away. "What?" he asked smiling down at him. Shouldn't I be biting your neck?" he said licking his lips. Brandon smiled and he lay on the floor next to David eagerly waiting for him. David took the same position Brandon had moments before, with either knee on Brandon's side, pinning him to the ground with his crotch, which, through the black dress pants he wore, was painfully and most obviously erect. Brandon pulled him closer and turned his head to face the door which he had entered through and David began to lick and kiss and nibble on Brandon's neck, it was then that Brandon realized David's teeth were much sharper and yet strangely more exciting than expected. He found his cock, which was already throbbing, ache with the want of being let out of the tight jeans he was wearing. And David must have picked up on that thought, because he reached around his back and began to undo Brandon's tight blue jeans.