The Poet and the Pendulum

Parts: Part IV [ The Dark Passion Play ]
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Jasper/Jacob
Words: 9 921 words
Warnings: This contains some serious heavy sexual action between two men. If this offends you or is not something that you'd like to read, then I suggest you don't click the link. Remember, there is sex; and lots of it.
Disclaimer: The Twilight series and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, who I am definitely not. This means that I don't own the characters or anything but the strange circumstances that I slap them into. I'll put them back once I'm done with them, promise.

The Dark Passion Play
I've never been a morning person, and the really long nights spent on patrols and days spent catching up on life were starting to take their toll. By the time my body woke up on its own, it was already past noon.

I snapped up, and my head made contact with the rock which had been leaning over me. Ow... no wait, that wasn't a rock...

"I don't think that was a great thing to wake up too." Cold hands gently took my throbbing head, stroking my hair and looking for any possible injuries that he might have caused. Jasper had stayed the night. "You don't need ice do you?" His voice sounded worried, and maybe even a bit guilty.

Now that the sharp pain had faded somewhat, I was able to think clearly. It wasn't the best way to wake up in terms of not giving me a concussion, but it did the job of waking me up pretty damn well. Though if there was any real damage there, it'd heal in an hour or two.

"Nah, I'm fine." Minus the throbbing headache.

He frowned, not seeming to believe me. I was relieved when he let the subject drop, "Well, if you're so sure..."

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

Breakfast consisted of some leftovers that were scraped together from the fridge and some groceries which Sue had left last night. Or, it could have been this morning; Billy was spending a lot more time with her then he did at home, but I really didn't care; as long as he was being taken care of, then I was fine with whatever arrangements he made.

I was self-conscious about how much I ate, though, because Jasper chose to sit across from me at the kitchen table and watched me. The only human, from what I understood, who he'd spent any considerable amount of time around was Bella, and that had probably left a much different impression of humans on him then the one that I was making. His scrutiny, though, wasn't judgmental, it was more like he was curious. And then it hit me; I had no idea how old he was.

That would be a bit of an awkward, not to mention sort of rude, question. But I was curious to know how old he actually was, and not how old he'd been when he'd been turned; which meant his biological age. I'd pegged him as somewhere in his late teens, and maybe early twenties, but that was pushing it. Though, knowing how old he was wasn't going to change anything about the relationship that we were developing.

Surprisingly, Jasper was pretty domesticated. He actually was the one who cleaned off the table and cleaned the dishes, which shocked me given that he was a vampire (which automatically made him a murderer to the rest of the pack, but the fact that I'd imprinted on him meant that I couldn't see that as being even a slight possibility). Though given that he'd probably did have to help with keeping that house of theirs clean was the reason behind it, but they didn't eat in the same sense that a human did, so that left the dish washing unexplained.

Bah, I didn't care; long as it got done.

There was supposed to be a pack meeting later today, to talk about the meeting where my life had taken a swerve down the really freaky road just off of weird. But I wasn't complaining about it anymore, not that I had really before. I was 'excused' from it, but since I'd come out of my dark little corner I knew that they'd be expecting me to be there; Sue would've spread the word.

I wasn't looking forward to it, because I didn't want to have to put up with the verbal beating that I'd be getting from Leah. How the rest of the pack was taking this was a complete mystery to me, but I knew that at least Embry and Quil wouldn't judge me, and Seth would be just to damn ecstatic about the whole damn thing. It was mostly the older members of the pack who I was worried about.

"Worried about something?" Shit, I forgot that he knew what I was feeling.

During the time that I'd been lost in thought, the two of us had wound up in the living room on the couch there. I had no idea how I could let him know what was on my mind, and I didn't even know what was and wasn't off-limits to him knowing. Well, he'd be around for as long as I was, so he'd probably figure it all out in that time. He had an eternity to do so, and I'd hopefully get the same. As long as I phased on a regular basis, then we'd be fine.

"You're doing it again." He poked my forehead gently, and I realized that my face had been scrunched up into an intense frown. That was probably what had gotten him concerned in the first place; after all, it's not a good idea to completely ignore someone if they ask you a question. I felt like a bit of a moron.

"Oops, sorry..." What should have been an awkward silence followed, but it was really hard to feel awkward around Jasper; there was just something about him that kept that from happening, no matter the situation.

I reached out and snagged the remote off the table, and turned the TV on, anxious to be distracted from the dark turn which my thoughts had been taking. Jasper's cold hand rested over mine, and gave it a comforting squeeze. And again, those waves that I'd felt earlier of comforting and warm love that only he was capable of giving me when I needed it; there were advantages to having imprinted on a vampire, their special gifts or talents came in handy.

Letting out a sigh, I lay down on the couch, throwing my legs over the arm rest and letting my head rest on his lap. Again, I was struck by just how hard his body was, but I didn't really care. Cold, elegant fingers ran through my hair, then traced down the side of my face and along my jaw; I shivered at the touch. With a simple flick of his wrist or fingers, and my head would be separated from my body.

Billy had been watching the news the night before, and no one had bothered to change the channel, which meant it was still on. They were running a feature on the newborn killings in Seattle, and asking for the public to come forward with any information that they might have on the disappearances of several young people, varying in age from fifteen to twenty-three.

Hm, this Victoria was choosing young. Jasper's fingers tensed for a moment, and I wondered whether or not if this was a sore issue for him. But then again, he did fall within that age range according to my estimation.

A heavy sigh slipped past his lips, and he took the remote from me, changing the channel. I was going to ask him about it, but the tense set of his shoulders when I looked up told me that it was a subject that wasn't open to discussion. It was either a very touchy subject with him, or it was something that he just wasn't willing to share with me, for what his reasons were.

His hand continued its tracing, running slowly down the side of my neck. As it passed over my face, I noticed a slightly raised half-circle on the inside of his wrist; it faintly shimmered in the light. Curious, I reached out and took his hand in both of mine, bringing the limb towards my face so that I could get a better look at it.

The half-circle that I'd noticed was part of a larger circle which encompassed most of his wrist. Looking at it closer, I realized that it was a scar from a bite. And now, I realized that there were more of this scars along his arm; going so far as to disappear under the sleeves of his sweater. I traced the pale, silvery sheen of the scar.

It was slightly raised from the skin, and mostly blended in with his pale skin; you'd only really notice them if he held his arm up to the light. The scars raised a number of questions, because they looked too much like the one that I knew marked Bella's hand from her encounter with that tracker over a year before. It left me wondering, how had Jasper gotten them.

While those scars might have been a huge turn-off to some, I found that they only enhanced that strength which I knew that he possessed. The more primitive, more wolf-like, side of me was incredibly attracted to these scars, because they demonstrated that my mate was most definitely extremely strong and capable of taking care of both himself and me, if ever it was needed.

I pressed my lips to the scar.

A shiver ran through him, and I pulled myself into a sitting position, tracing the rest of the scars with my mouth up his arm until the sleeve of his sweater stopped my exploration. Taking a chance to peek up at him, I pulled out the best puppy eyes that I could muster. There had to be more, because I doubted that they'd just be all over his arms.

"Are there more?" I didn't get a response, Jasper looked very hesitant to answer my question. This called for offensive action! I was going to get him to tell me, no matter what I had to do.

Leaning in dangerously close, our lips were only scant millimeters apart, I ran my hands down from his shoulders along his chest, feeling the rock hard muscles there. Then down his stomach to the hem of his shirt, where I paused for a brief moment, my eyes locking with his. Jasper's eyes were dark and smoldering with something that I couldn't place a name too, but it looked a lot like pure lust and it sent a strange thrill through me.

Slipping my hands under his shirt, I could feel his rock hard abs under my fingers. They tensed and I smirked; I could feel his lips lightly against mine. He'd leaned in. I had the advantage, though, my hands were the ones up his shirt; it would be easy enough to take off now.

It was easy enough for me to slide his shirt up and over his head, and I was surprised that Jasper complied by raising his arms. The sweater was tossed to the side, and I realized that there was a reason as to why he was wearing a turtle neck.

His scars which littered his arms extended across his shoulders and collar bone, as well as his neck. A few scattered ones marred the rest of his torso, but it was largely unmarked otherwise. I resumed my exploration of his battle wounds, at least, that's what I assumed that they were. I couldn't think of any other reason as to why he'd had them other then he'd acquired them through years of fighting other vampires; that had to be where all that experience he had on dealing with them came from.

Jasper let out a soft noise of content as I pressed my lips carefully (and innocently) against each bite that I came across. All of them were merely hard, raised bumps of cold flesh in the imprint of another leech's mouth, and I didn't like the idea of another's mouth being on him; whether it be in the way of a lover or that of an attacker.

Those pale hands of his were digging into the couch, leaving dents and maybe a few rips which Billy would probably ask about later. I looked up at him as I made my way down his torso and towards the waistband of the jeans he was wearing; his eyes were boring straight into mine the moment I did so.

The look on his face was priceless, and I couldn't help but give him a very mischievous grin; I went back to what I'd been doing before. I pressed my lips against the protruding bone of his hip, then it was just a little move to the side where the narrow V line of his hips made a small hollow. I gripped his thighs a tad tighter, having slid down the couch and onto the floor where I was kneeling and leaning over his lap. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue over the hollow.

A sharp gasp slipped past his lips.

My left hand slid up his thigh, reaching for the button and fly of his jeans. Just as I popped it, I felt a cold hand over mine, stopping me. I looked up at him, confused. His hands slipped around my face, cupping it in his hands as he tilted it up so that I could see him. There was an almost resigned, but hopeful, look in his eyes.

Jasper's voice was low, sultry, "You do realize that once we start this, there's no going back?"

That was a good point, but I'd already committed to this; my thinking? It was better to have sex now then later. It meant that I could put off confronting the others for as long as possible, but more then that, there was a very real desire to make absolutely sure that I belonged to him. Though it would also mean that he was mine.

Was this what I wanted? Hell yeah!

"Oh, obviously I'm trying to get into your pants." I kept up on trying to pull his pants off, which was made harder by the fact that he was sitting down. I had only a second to prepare myself before I was pinned almost roughly to the floor and a pair of hard, cold lips were pressed against mine.

He pulled back from my lips only briefly, there was a feral gleam of lust in his eyes as he licked his lips. I probably should've been worried, or terrified, but instead, I just felt a spike of arousal; and I knew that he'd scented it on the air too, not to mention felt it.

"You don't know how much I hope you mean all of it," lips and teeth ghosted along my jaw line, "because I have every intention of ruining you."

That was the most I got in warning, because then his lips came crashing down on mine.

Even though I wasn't as breakable as a human, the kiss was surprisingly gentle. The rough action that had led to my being pinned to the floor by him, might have made me think that it would be much more, well, violent. It was soft, and almost too delicate.

When he pulled away, I growled at him, "I'm not going to break on you."

Jasper smiled, "Oh I know, but you're still more breakable then you seem to think you are."

His lips traced along my jaw, then down the side of my neck to where it met my shoulders. Those teeth of his, which I knew could easily tear right through my flesh, carefully nipped at the flesh there before he sucked at the area to ease the sting. The controlled violence that he was demonstrated as he made his way across my shoulders and my collar bone; I could feel the blood rushing to the areas where his teeth and mouth had exacted their own torture on my skin. There'd definitely be marks there later.

Cold hands slipped down my sides, teasing me with how brief those touches were. It was driving me crazy, and I arched up into him, desperate for more. I had no idea what I wanted, what I was asking for with my body, but Jasper seemed to know; I'd have to trust him.

The sweats I was wearing were getting a little more snug then before, and I was surprised to find that I was already getting so hard. He'd barely touched me, and already I could feel my cock starting to strain against the fabric that restrained it; I was suddenly glad that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

Jasper was still completely dressed from the waist down, minus his shoes and socks which he'd removed sometime last night while I'd been asleep. My fingers stumbled a little as I pulled at his belt, struggling a little to get it off before I was successful. The leather slid loose around his hips, but I didn't bother pulling it out; I just wanted to get his pants off.

"A little impatient aren't we?" Cool breath brushed across my chest as he made his way downwards. Those fingers of his were already at the waistband of my sweats, easing them down just enough for him to trail across my hips and eliciting a soft groan from me. He smirked.

I didn't answer his question, only lifted my hips to grind against his hard body to alleviate the pressure that I could feel building inside of me.

His mouth closed over one of my nipples, and that tongue of his flicked over it, causing it to harden and me to gasp sharply. Oh, he definitely had a very talented mouth and tongue. And I was at the receiving end of it, a fact to which I wasn't about to complain about.


My sweats were pulled off almost violently and tossed aside, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable under him and his unyielding eyes. I felt a little self-conscious, suddenly, as his eyes raked over my now exposed body. There was an appraising look in his eyes, and when he looked back up at me, there was a gleam to his eyes that surprised me, mostly because I had no idea what it was.

After a few silent moments of him just looking over me, he leaned back down and pressed his lips back up against mine; this time with a little more force. Deciding that he was still wearing too many clothes while I was wearing nothing, I grabbed at his jeans, fumbling for a second with the catch and zipper (you can't blame me, he's a damn good kisser) before I was successful in getting them undone.

To note, I was surprised that he even wore underwear, but that thought was discarded as I helped him get out of his pants and the boxer briefs that he was wearing. Those were discarded to the floor behind us, and I was distracted as he turned his attentions back to the side of my neck. It was enough to keep my mind off other things as his hand grasped for something on the coffee table before sliding back down.

I heard the dull thud of a bottle, but ignored that as deathly cold hands took my cock into their firm grasp. With a sharp gasp, I bucked upwards, shocked by the sensations which that simple touch brought. No one except me had ever touched down there, and the feeling of it was completely unexpected.

Sharp, burning pleasure rocketed through my veins, and I felt my cock harden to almost painful proportions. That tight coil that I'd become aware of earlier twisted tighter inside of me, and I knew exactly what I needed; release. Jasper's hand wrapped firmly around the base of my cock, and then pulled smoothly up, smearing the liquid that had dripped off the tip. His thumb flicked over the tip, and I arched up off the floor, my entire body tensed from the pleasure of it all; a tiny moan slipped past my lips.

Being embarrassed wasn't something that I was feeling at that moment, all I wanted was more. More of him, more of that pleasure, more of whatever the hell it was that he wanted to do to me at that moment. To me, it didn't matter, as long as I got that release that my body was so desperate for, yet not wanting the feelings he was eliciting to stop.

Jasper's breathing was rough, harsh pants that matched my own, and I realized a little late that he could feel everything that I was feeling. Which meant that he was feeling both what I was feeling and what he was, and maybe that I was experiencing a little bit of his own pleasure. Everything was so intense that it was getting harder to differentiate what I was feeling and what could possibly be his.

The sex-induced haze cleared a little when I felt a slick finger gently massage the tight muscle around my ass. Oh shit, I'd forgotten about that... that aspect of sex between two guys. Understandably, I was a little apprehensive about the whole thing, but I did trust him. A lot.

Taking a deep breath, I forcibly relaxed the muscles down there in an effort to make this easier. Jasper once again pressed his lips against mine, this time much softer, as if this was an apology for any pain or discomfort that he was going to cause me.

His finger pressed forward, slicked with the hand lotion which I dimly realized he'd grabbed off the table. It wiggled a bit to get past the tight ring of muscle, and once it was past that, he pushed it smoothly inside.

It didn't hurt per say, but it was a bit uncomfortable, and I wasn't sure how it would feel when he put his cock in there instead of his fingers. That was a daunting thing to think about, but I wasn't doing a lot of thinking right then; both of us weren't thinking clearly or rationally.

A second finger was quick to follow the first, and its entrance was noted with a dull burning sensation as my ass was stretched out. Then, those two fingers pressed searchingly in deeper, and hit something that sent a shock of pleasure shooting straight up my spine and had my toes curling and my spine arching with a sharp exclamation.

"There!"

He nodded, seeming to know what he'd just hit while I was left a bit in the dark. I knew that the health teacher's had talked about this, it was part of the male anatomy something to do with sperm and climax... what was it called again? My brain was sluggish and refusing to work properly, but eventually I remembered what it was. That must have been my prostate.

Jasper's fingers pushed inward again, successfully finding my prostate again and gently stroking it as he rocked against me. I could feel his own hard cock press against my thigh, and noted that it was just as cold as the rest of his body. Well, it would have been odd if it was any other temperature.

I don't think he spent more then a few minutes with his fingers inside me, but he brought me to the edge of the cliff that I had been steadily climbing towards and so desperately wanting to ascend. He pulled his fingers out before I could climax, though, and I heard the distinctive sound of slicked flesh moving over slicked flesh and took another deep breath. This was it.

Painfully slowly, he pressed inwards, using his hand to guide himself in. Once the head of his cock had breached the first ring of muscles, I took a deep breath and tried my best to relax my incredibly tense muscles. With one solid thrust, he buried himself completely inside of me.

It was a bit painful, just with the odd feeling and burn of being stretched somewhere that wasn't supposed to be stretched like that. I guessed it was a feeling that you got used to, because it was just a little uncomfortable. In fact, it felt a bit like I had a frigid iron rod shoved up my ass; but it somehow still turned me on.

For a few moments, he was perfectly still, a statue perched over and penetrating me in the most intimate sense. He was probably waiting for me to make a move, and I waited just a little longer before I reached up and locked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. And suddenly I was very glad that my being a werewolf made me much more flexible.

He kissed me breathless as he pulled his cock halfway out before plunging back in, angling at just the right moment to strike my prostate right on. I gasped, and his tongue slipped in like a seductive snake to tangle with mine.

Another thrust, another hit, and his cold hand was back around my cock, jerking it in time to his gentle but slightly rough thrusts. It was pure bliss and I was rapidly climbing to climax. It was something that I'd never thought would ever be this great, but I needed more. He pulled back, allowing me to breathe; our panting breaths mingling in the small space between our lips.

My voice was rough, and I couldn't form coherent sentences with how far gone I was. "Faster... harder... please...!"

Jasper grunted in response, then quickened his pace just enough. Both of us were too close to hang on for much longer.

With an explosion, I came with a muffled cry that was probably his name; arching up as all of my muscles tightened, including my ass around his length. I came hard, cum smearing across his hand and both of our stomachs as he continued to thrust into me.

For a few more moments, he held on, before he buried himself to the hilt inside of me and let out his own orgasm; his mouth against my neck as he panted out my name. Cold liquid spilled inside of me, and I knew what it was.

Okay, first things first when I could walk again, I needed a shower.

My mind didn't come back to me for another few minutes, at which point the post-orgasm haze was starting to fade, and I started to register that I was a little chilled, sticky, and damp. Argh, this was definitely a downside to having sex; the mess that it left afterwards. Jasper smiled against my neck.

"And what are you so happy about?" I asked a little sharper then I intended.

Jasper pulled back, propping himself up on his hands so that he could look down at me. He was still grinning, and he gently brushed some of my damp hair out of my face before responding, "I would say that having what has to be the best sex that I've ever had would make me very happy." He'd already pulled out of me, and I realized that I was dripping a bit onto the carpet.

Shit.

"Considering that was my first time having sex, I'd have to say that it was damn well the best sex I've ever had." My arms were still around his neck, so it was easy for me to pull myself up into a sitting position so that I could properly kiss him.

Just as his hand came up to cup my cheek and tilt my head to a better angle, there was the distinctive loud thud of the kitchen screen door hitting the wall. Both of us broke apart, and stared towards the kitchen, trying to make sense of the noises coming from it. I heard voices and was able to realize that it was Seth, Embry, and Quil.

Oh, and they were talking about how Jasper had shown up; apparently, they'd heard about it from Sue and Billy.

Double shit.

Surprisingly, Jasper was quicker to respond then I was. He'd already wiped the remaining cum off my stomach with his hand, and had started to pull my sweats back on over my legs. Realizing what he was doing, I shot to my feet and pulled them up before hauling ass for the kitchen (as a side note, my ass was a little tender from that pounding he'd given it). I didn't want them coming in and seeing me with a naked vampire on top of me, it wouldn't be good if two werewolves keeled over suddenly from heart attacks.

Luckily for me, I got there before they could reach the archway which would lead out into the hall and the family room.

Quil grinned, "The dead have arisen!"

"Shut it Quil."

Embry was staring at me and my half-naked self, and I realized too late that there'd probably be hickeys across my neck and collarbone. Shit, I was thoroughly fucked. An awkward silence followed as Quil noticed where Embry was staring, and just what it was that he was staring at; Seth was quick to follow their lead.

This silence was broken with a whoop from Seth who promptly threw his arm around my shoulders and said, "Jake finally got some!"

Which made me blush something horrible and Embry and Quil to look slightly horrified. At sixteen, I think I might have been just a little young in their books to already be developing a sex life of my own; and it was probably made worse by the fact that they'd be able to see said sex life the next time I phased. It wasn't something that any of them were going to be looking forward too.

I was surprised when Quil grinned, he turned to Embry and held his hand out, "You owe me ten bucks."

"Aw man...!"

Turns out they were betting on how soon I'd be having sex with Jasper, who just so happened to still be in the family room and could hear everything that was going on.

"Okay, I know you guys didn't come here to learn about who I'm having sex with," I shrugged out from under Seth's arm, "so why are you guys here?"

Embry cleared his throat, "There's a meeting, remember? Sam was planning on this after out first 'training session' with the lee - Cullens. We came by to see if you were coming, we figured that since that vampire's here, that you'd have come out of your cave and would be coming."

"Yeah, I'm coming, but after I take a quick shower." The feeling of drying bodily fluids down there was starting to become more then a bit uncomfortable, and I could tell that all of them could smell it. Quil and Embry tried to discreetly cover their noses, while all Seth did was wrinkle his a bit.

In a few minutes, I'd taken my shower, grabbed a clean pair of shorts, and was heading out the door with the guys. I hollered back a quick goodbye to Jasper, and then we were racing through the woods to the designated meeting place.

Everyone else was already there, and surprisingly still in human form. I guess that it was easier this way, and that no one really wanted to see what it was that I'd been up to last night and this morning and afternoon with my vampire. Judging by the looks on both Paul and Leah's faces, I still smelled of him. To me, though, it still smelled like vanilla. I guessed that it was an imprint thing.

Since I wasn't wearing a shirt, the hickeys that I was sporting were extremely obvious. Paul looked uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything to my relief; maybe Sam had finally laid into him, or it could've been the others. Frankly, I didn't care about who had given Paul the lecture and really laid into him on this issue, because it meant that I had one less pissed off pack member to deal with.

Sam was completely calm, and I got the feeling that he just largely didn't care about the whole thing. Probably as long as Jasper didn't cross any of the wrong lines, then he'd be fine with the imprinting; next to Seth, he was the most sympathetic one there. Jared was looking just a little uncomfortable, but I was pretty sure that he was understanding of the whole situation too. And I at least had my friends to fall back on if I needed them.

Lastly, Leah just looked like she'd pop a blood vessel at any moment. Her fists were tightly clenched to the point where it looked like her nails had dug into the skin, and she was shaking terribly. It was obvious that she was just barely hanging onto her control, and any little thing would cause her to snap.

"I think that we-"

"Traitor!" She hissed, completely disregarding Sam. Suddenly, I had a Leah's face shoved up into mine, her face twisted up into an ugly snarl. "Traitor, traitor, TRAITOR!"

Her hand pulled back, ready to punch me straight in the face; and she would have, if it wasn't for her brother looping his arms under her shoulders and pulling her back, restraining her. That didn't stop Leah from unleashing another verbal assault.

"What's wrong with you?! Imprinting on that monster!" Leah struggled against her brother's hold, shoving her elbow into his nose. The force broke it, and Jared leapt in to help Seth restrain her, followed quickly by Embry and Quil. Seth fell back, nursing his now probably broken nose. "YOU TRAITOR!"

Her voice rang with a sense of finality, and anger that was surprising all of us, and I was suddenly very glad that the elected choice was for us to hold this meeting in human form. I'd hate to be feeling that pure loathing and anger that Leah was directing towards me. Of course, she wasn't done with her rant yet.

"You're endangering everyone, EVERYONE, here on the reserve by having him here! Don't think that I don't know about that slip up he nearly had with that leech-loving bitch! He can't control himself! You're risking all of our lives, and the humans', by having him here! You trai-!"

A very loud 'SMACK' shut her promptly up, and had us all staring at the sight in complete shock.

Seth had just slapped his sister. Hard. So hard that her head was turned to the side and she'd doubled over from the shock of it. He was breathing hard, and he looked pissed. Very, very pissed.

"Shut up Leah, you don't understand anything!"

I'd never seen Seth get mad, he was the most happy and outgoing person I knew. The kid just doesn't snap like that, and yet he just had on his sister. Now I was curious, there had to be something more going on here then just simple defending my imprint (which I was perfectly capable of doing myself).

"You'd defend that-!" Leah was still breathless from the slap.

"I said shut up!" Sam stepped him, placing a hand on Seth's shoulder to calm him, before giving a harsh glare to Leah. Yeah, you don't piss off the alpha, it's just not a good idea. EVER.

"That's enough!" Sam shot a warning look at everyone, and we all knew that the subject was never to be broached again; that was a direct alpha order, one that none of us could go against. There'd be no yelling at me like that for something that was completely out of my control.

"We only have a week in which to prepare for these newborns, and in that time, I expect that all of you will cooperate fully with all of the Cullens," Sam ordered. "And that includes the one that Jacob imprinted on, there won't be any accusing him of being a traitor, we all know too well that you can't help who you imprint on."

Leah grumbled and continued to glare at me, but she'd calmed enough for the guys to let go of her. I could practically feel her resentment simmering from where I stood, and I didn't even need Jasper's gift to know that this wasn't over, not by a long shot.

I was in for a long haul that didn't seem to have a pretty ending.

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The house would've probably been silent to a regular human, but my enhanced werewolf senses picked up on the soft sound of the shower going in the bathroom. At about that point, I think the rational part of my mind quit working; which had been reminding me that I should probably clean up the mess in the family room that we'd left earlier in the day. My mind was too busy focusing on the fact that: a) Jasper was in the shower, which would mean that he was naked; and b) that suddenly my shorts had become uncomfortably tight.

I think some credit goes to that idea involving vampires... you know, the one about how when you sleep with one you just want more and more. That one. Because, yeah, I was getting insatiable when it came down to sex. With him.

Though, I was finding it very difficult to care about the hell I'd gotten from the others about the hickies that he'd left behind from earlier in the day. Bah, Leah and Paul were the only ones who were stingy about the whole thing, so I wasn't going to let it get to me; it was a natural part of imprinting.

Following the scent which led into the bathroom, I had hoped to take him by surprise; and at first, I'd thought that I was successful. I got the door open, and was about to mentally celebrate my victory when I was pulled into the bathroom and promptly shoved up against the door. At about that point, I said goodbye to the remainder of my rational thought as Jasper's lips slid over mine in a scorching, but icy, kiss.

Some niggling remaining thought told me that I should be more careful, because it would only take a single slip on either of our parts to cause his venom to be introduced to my blood; but it was something that we both disregarded. I was too preoccupied by the cold tongue which ran over my lips before plunging into my open mouth when his slightly damp hands raked down my chest, making me gasp in pleasure.

Despite the fact that his body was as frigid as water in the middle of winter, there was still a bit of lingering warmth from the shower. But that touch of his was causing my temperature to rise crazily to raging point that it was surprising that I didn't collapse from heart stroke.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest as he pressed me harder into the door, my feet were off the floor and my hands were tightly clenched on his shoulders. I was literally pinned to the door and not touching the ground so that he could get a more agreeable angle at which to press up into me.

Already he was between my legs, and I could feel his already hardening cock push against mine. He'd hardly done anything, and I was near begging for him to just fuck me then; screw preparation! I wanted him in me NOW.

Even though he didn't need to breathe, he was panting as hard as I was, and his eyes were crazed with pure, carnal lust when he met mine. The gold that I'd grown used too was darkened, and my breathing hitched at the sight. Everything in my mind short-circuited right then, and I let out a pleading whine; arching away from the door to gain more contact with him. He growled, pulling me to him with one hand while the other harshly ripped my shorts (my only article of clothing) off.

The first time had been slow and nearly gentle, since I don't think that guys can have sex in the same soft and delicate sense that a man and a woman do; but this time was rough, forceful, and almost violent. His mouth was quick to descend on my neck, leaving a new array of marks there that I'd have to explain later, and my head hit the door with a loud thud and strained moan of encouragement.

An electric current shot through me when my heated flesh met his cold, unyielding body, and my body was straining to press itself against his entirely. My heart was thundering loudly in my ears, and I was all too aware that he could hear it; and feel the blood rushing through my veins from where his mouth was on the side of my neck. Part of me wanted to urge him to just bite, to tear right through my flesh and take what was there. That then some tangible part of me would be a part of him, and he would never be able to get away from me. Ever. I was as much a part of him as he was of me.

But the urge was quick to pass, as I couldn't take the torture he was inflicting on my neck, and the way his hands were making my body go wild. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and it was shaking with the force of how much I needed him.

"God damn it! Just fucking fuck me already!"

The next thing I knew, I could feel the slick head of his cock pressing up against the first tight ring of muscle. It was tough, but I forced the muscles there to relax; Jasper threw my knees over his shoulders, and slammed home. Remember that this was only my second time having sex, and I wasn't completely adjusted to having another guy's cock up my ass; it hurt.

The first time we'd done it, Jasper had waited for me to give him a sign that I was ready; this time, all that I got was a brief moment to adjust, and then he pulled out and thrust right back in. He changed his angle right at the last minute to slam right down onto my prostate, and I saw stars. Damn, he was good. Right then I didn't care about the lancets of pain which were shooting up my spine; I just saw that animal-like lust in his eyes and I was driven over the cliff too.

I arched up into him; grabbing his shoulders to support myself better as I tried to meet the almost punishing pace that he'd set. Largely, that was unsuccessful, but I could feel every wave, every rip of pleasure that shot through both of us; intensified tenfold. Though that was due to his 'power', I wasn't caring too much at that moment. My body was too focused on reaching the peak of orgasm that he was rapidly bring me to as he hammered in and out of my all too willing body.

He could screw me into tomorrow, and I'd still be coming back for more.

My body was too hypersensitive, and I came hard; sending strings of semen across both our stomachs. For a second, my throat locked up and my head was thrown back, neck arched like a swan's; then my voice returned, I let out, I was ashamed to admit this later, a scream that sounded vaguely like his name. Then I just sort of slumped bonelessly in his arms as I waited for the world to steady a bit.

It wasn't until I'd come out of post-orgasm world that I realized that he was still rock-hard and buried up to the hilt inside of me. Oh, and I noticed the bar of soap was lying near the toilet; well, that explained what he'd used for lube.

Jasper started to pull out of me, and unconsciously, my throat released a small keening noise at the feeling of being so full for a minute, and then empty the next. He set me back on my feet, but I was still unsteady; and he was holding me up. I felt guilty about getting off without him; and I started wracking my mind for something that I could do for him. My mind drew a blank for a little while. I wasn't familiar with the finer points in sex, much less ways to reward one's partner for amazing, mind-blowing sex, and what little knowledge I did have was drawn from gossip and the internet and TV.

Which brought me back to then, which was about when my mind finally started to cooperate with me, and I remembered how sensitive he was right under his ribs. I chanced a quick peek at his crotch, his erection hadn't gone down, and that gave me a bit of an idea. Something I'd never tried before, I was a virgin before him, but I wanted to do something for him, and that was the only thing that I could think of.

Jasper seemed to read my mind, or it might have been my expression, because he smiled at me. The animalistic lust from earlier was gone; replaced by that warm, loving gold that I'd grown so attached too. Yeah, he'd probably caught onto what I was thinking of doing.

"You don't have to do that Jake, or whatever it is that you're thinking about." His tone alone nearly changed my mind, but then I remembered that he was the one who was giving me the best sex of my life; I wasn't about to not give him something. Besides, it's always a good idea to start on these things early, isn't it?

I was already shaking my head before he could finish, and once I was sure that I wasn't about to topple over, I shoved him up against the wall. He hit the wall hard, and gasped sharply at the sudden movement. I smirked at him, and that seemed to put him a bit more at ease. Taking advantage of his parted lips for a moment, I kissed him with as much passion as I could. Giving in, he kissed me back, and let out a soft sigh when I eventually pulled away.

Keeping eye contact with him, I slowly made my way downwards; taking my time with getting to where I was planning to go. I needed a little more time to gather my courage to go through with it; I was still a little apprehensive about the whole thing. Wasn't going to stop me though.

My stomach was doing butterflies as I dragged my lips down his neck and chest, fingers flicking his nipples as I went. For some reason, I was hoping that if I got there quicker, it would come to me; thinking about it wasn't doing me any good, and it was only making me doubt the idea. I dropped to my knees when my back couldn't take the strain of bending over any longer; and pressed my lips to the area right under his ribs. He shuddered them, like I'd remembered.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, gathering my courage; a peek up at Jasper's face sealed my determination. His eyes were half-open, and clouded over with lust; and I knew that I just couldn't turn my back on him. All I had was a basic of what I was supposed to do, but I'd take it. I leaned in and gave a quick lick to the tip.

A sharp gasp slipped from the vampire's lips, and I knew that I'd done something right. Taking another deep breath, I carefully took the tip of his cock into my mouth, making sure that I had my lips wrapped around my teeth; even though I doubted that they'd cause him any harm. I was going with my instincts and what I thought that I would appreciate.

Swirling my tongue around the head, I was rewarded by harsh panting, and I grinned. Now, to figure out the rest of this...

Going down on him, it occurred to me that a cock wasn't too different from a popsicle, and wondered if the same techniques that I'd use on one of those would work in this situation. It was the best idea I had, so I went with it; after all, it couldn't hurt to try.

Applying just the right amount of suction, I was rewarded with Jasper's hands clenching into the wall, leaving little holes where his fingers sunk into the wall. He had his head throw back, and his body was arched towards my mouth. It was a little difficult to work with most of his cock shoved into my mouth, and I couldn't fit all of it without my gag reflex acting up; so I used my hand for what I couldn't reach.

Pulling back, I swirled my tongue around the length, pausing to lash over the tip with my tongue before going right back down. Somehow, it was an extremely erotic act, and it was a lot more personal then you might think; especially because I was so damn determined to get him to orgasm. I couldn't tell if he was close or not, but I could already taste the salty drops of pre-cum on my tongue; I just kept up with what I was doing; I figured he'd let me know if he was going to cum.

A few more minutes went by, and I could feel my jaw starting to ache; but that wasn't going to stop me.

There was a loud crack, and I peeked up to see that Jasper had left a bit of a hole in the dry wall of the bathroom; his mouth was wide, and he seemed to be trying to say something. He struggled with the words for a moment before...

"A-ahhh... Jake, I'm... I'm going to-!"

And that was all the warning that I got before he came hard into my mouth. It was an odd taste, because it wasn't scalding hot like I'd expected, nor was it anywhere near the temperature of what it could be if he was human. His semen was cool, like he was, but still had a salty aftertaste; a bit like sweat, but with a taste mixed in there which I couldn't put a name to.

Jasper had unconsciously arched up, nearly choking me, and most of his cum wound up down my throat; I had to fight back my gag reflex, and I instinctually swallowed to keep my airway clear. When the muscles had relaxed, he slumped back against the wall, his hands leisurely tracing my shoulders. Standing up, he pulled me tightly to him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him and into a lazy kiss.

I flushed, embarrassed because he'd still be able to taste himself; hell, I could still taste it, that shit has a strong aftertaste, and it isn't the greatest in the world. Though, it could be an acquired sort of thing, in which case I'd have to work on it if I ever planned on doing something like that again. I was broken out of my thoughts as Jasper pulled away and started gently pulling me towards the shower; which made me realize that having dried bodily fluids caked on your body isn't very comfortable.

Neither of us bothered to collect the bar of soap which was still lying on the floor near the toilet; and I'd forgotten that it was even there until we were done in the shower. Which uh... took longer then it probably should have.

The water was still surprising warm, despite the fact that he'd already been in the shower and it had probably been under the hottest temperature possible judging by how the warmth had clung to his skin when he'd fucked me earlier. Oh, I was screwed over seriously; because now that was turning me on again. I didn't know that my sexual appetite would ever be this strong, or it could have something to do with the imprinting or just Jasper's own libido. I honestly had no idea.

I knew he'd felt the arousal and lust the moment that he gave me a very knowing smile. There are advantages, you know, to having an empath as a lover, boyfriend, whatever you wanted to call him; though I was sort of adverse to the whole 'boyfriend' thing, it sound so... temporary.

But those thoughts were tossed aside in favor of wondering what the vampire was going to do next as I was pushed towards the wall of the shower; his lips slanted over mine as he proceeded to kiss me senseless. It was an odd sensation to have warm water splashing over us, and then having his cold, hard body pressing up against me.

Jasper's teeth lightly trailed down my neck, leaving almost painful trails in his wake; the controlled violence turned me on immensely. He smirked against my collar bone, leaving another string of marks across the skin there. Arching up against him, I managed to successfully grind our cocks together, drawing a short, low moan from him that sent hot jolts of electricity shooting through me. I was doing good.

A cold hand made its decidedly southern journey apparent as his thumb flicked over my nipple, then continued leisurely downwards. It clenched on my hip, probably leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers, but I didn't really care; the pain mixed too easily with the pleasure. I took the nape of his neck into my mouth; biting down on that to stay silent. Even with him, the small, needful, and submissive sounds that I tended to let out were completely embarrassing; I was just glad that no one wanted to get this far into my mind. I'd probably gross out all of them, even the ever open-minded Seth.

Then, his hand trailed down, along the bone of my hip before making its way painstakingly slowly to my cock. He grasped it firmly and jerked upwards; wrestling a low whine from my throat as I released his neck from my mouth. I dropped my head and let it rest on his shoulder as I panted heavily; his hands were too talented, and it was becoming increasingly hard to hold onto that fragile slip of control I had on myself.

Nudging my left leg with his knee, I pulled it and wrapped it around his waist; grabbing onto his shoulders to steady myself. My head jerked back and crashed violently against the porcelain tile of the shower when his thumb flicked lightly over the tip of my cock. With a grin, Jasper took my chin in his hand and pulled it down; kissing me passionately as I continued to grind against him. My position allowed me more contact, and it was easier to build up a good rhythm, and the friction was glorious; slicked with the mutual liquid of our pre-cum.

He nipped at my lower lip, and was quick to plunge in when I parted them to his questing tongue. Easily, he dominated the kiss; but I wrestled it back, drawing his tongue further into my mouth and sucking on it. Jasper let out a soft groan, I doubted that the guy was capable at all of letting out any sound that was less then manly.

When his hand left my cock, I left out a tiny whimper around his tongue and arched up further into his body. My muscles strained with the effort, and I was nearly bent at an uncomfortable angle; my spine straining with the action. That same hand reached around me and down towards the little ledge that ran around the bathtub.

A soft click met my ears, and the thin sweet scent of shampoo met my nose. Well, that would work; I was having a crash course in gay sex in one day, and it was all through experience. Needless to say, I was enjoying it immensely.

Slick fingers prodded at my ass, and I was a little surprised that he was going for preparation. We'd already had that rough sex only maybe ten minutes earlier; I didn't think it was really necessary. But I'd let Jasper have that, because it just felt too good to stop him. Closing my eyes, I let my head drop back and hit the porcelain tile behind us while I waited.

It didn't take long for those wandering fingers to find what they were looking for, and the pleasured burn which accompanied their entrance into my ass was welcomed. Wiggling about a bit, I relaxed the muscles to stop any pain it might cause. There was still the uncomfortable feeling that something like that wasn't supposed to be down there; much less in there.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Jasper whispered huskily into my ear.

I was breathing heavily, and when those talented fingers of his brushed over my prostate my entire body arched up and I used the leg that I had around him to pull him closer. With a growl, I tugged him into a fierce, passionate kiss; all tongues and teeth. I didn't want to have to wait for him to slowly torture me to a peak; I just wanted him to take me right then; nothing else was important.

His free hand pressed into the porcelain behind us, steadying himself while he leaned further against me; accepting the kiss. I knew, though, that he was holding back, being careful so that he wouldn't cut me with his teeth. Infecting me with his venom was a good way to kill the mood; and neither of us wanted that.

Eventually the burn gave out to wave after wave of pleasure as Jasper's fingers worked their magic on that little place inside of me that had me almost whimpering for him to just fuck me. Luckily, I had never had to resort to begging because Jasper was almost as desperate as I was, and it wasn't long until those fingers pulled out and I felt the tip of his cock pressing up against the first ring of muscles.

Taking him into me now wasn't as hard as it had been the first time, and it was starting to come to me with the feeling of practiced ease. With one almost harsh thrust, every inch of Jasper's rock hard, cold cock was seated inside of me. As strange a feeling it was to have something that felt like a block of ice shoved into my ass (not to mention the weird stretchy feeling that it caused), it was quickly overruled by the instinct to move.

Using his shoulders as leverage, I pushed myself up just a bit, and then came right back down. That was all the initiative that Jasper needed, because the next thing I knew, he was thrusting away into my body; only at a much slower, more languid pace then earlier. While Jasper might have wanted to take his time with this, I was already itching for orgasm; but he wouldn't let me have it. All of his thrusts were careful, slow, and while they hit my prostate just right, it was never with enough force to wrench that orgasm that he was building me towards.

I don't know how long exactly we were under the shower, but the water had grown cold long before we were finished. I was desperate by then, and arching away from the tile to meet his thrusts as forcefully as I could; trying to get him to pound into me just a little harder.

"Ahh.. harder..!"

Jasper must have been close, because he answered with faster, harder thrusts straight to my prostate. Hitching one arm under me to angle my ass for better entry, I cried out sharply as he started to hammer more forcefully into me; just where I needed it. I could feel his harsh, unneeded pants against my neck; and again, that strange urge to have him just bite down came over me. I fought it back and focused instead on the impending orgasm.

When it hit, I arched up, letting out a strangled scream of his name as I did. All of my muscles tensed up, and my inner walls clamped down on his cock. I felt him let out a sharp gasp and then he forced himself in to the hilt one more time before emptying himself inside. The feeling of something that felt like suspiciously sticky cold water was uncomfortable, and some of it dribbled out when Jasper pulled out of me and set me back down on unsteady feet.

Oh yes, it had definitely been a long, but very good day.