A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.


The Devenford Bus.

Not exactly the most Fancy romantic place to make out. But it would have to do for now. For Brett there was something exciting about taking Mason here. Mason could turn anything ordinary into a Forbidden Paradise. He straddled himself over Mason as soon as his ass was on the leather seats.

"We can't get too messy" Mason said.


"No-one knows we're here"

"You never who's watching, you know that" Mason said. He tried to lift Brett's Jersey up. But He stopped him. He licked Mason's cheek before caressing his neck. Mason stroked Brett's back as his fangs dug into his skin. He thought he could handle the pain. He had before. He was managing it. Trying to enjoy the feeling of Brett's breath against his neck.

That is, until he went too far...


When Brett pulled away from him to unbutton Mason's shirt, when Mason saw Blood.

Brett saw his concern and stroked his cheek.

"This won't hurt" He said.


"I'm gonna go..." Mason said.

He tried to get up from the seat, but Brett pinned him down by his shoulders. Mason tried to kick out, but then Brett Fastened his legs with his own. He leaned over Mason and laughed in his face. droplets of Blood sprayed in Mason's face. Brett pressed himself up against Mason. The Teenagers were so close that his Breath Tickled Mason's nose.


"Why stop Destiny?" Brett said.


He steadied Mason's neck and bit into him deeply.

The pain was unbearable. Sweating, Mason let out a high pitched Scream that shattered one of the windows Brett shook the glass off of his back and carried on biting, until Mason was sure that Brett had hit bone. Mason could feel hot tears of torture rolling down his cheeks. He groaned as Brett removed his fangs and pointed to the window.

"Look at yourself...you're Glowing" Brett mumbled, as his claws came out.

In pain, Mason looked at the window and saw...


"Shit!" Mason yelled waking up from bed jerking upright.

The shout woke Brett up. Sure, he could sense that Mason was having a Bad dream, but from experience, he couldn't wake him up. Brett turned and leaned up. He tapped Mason's arm trying to keep him still.

"You okay?" Brett said, even though he knew that he wasn't.


"Umm...not really" Mason said.

"Well, come closer, let me alter that" Brett said.

He leaned over, trying to put a clammy kiss onto Mason's cheek. But Mason moved away from him.


"I'm gonna sleep on the sofa" Mason said getting his pillow.

"All Night?" Brett asked.

But as soon as Mason walked past him, he already knew the answer.