AN; I do not own Twilight, or anything from those books.
Theft of Jake
AN; I do not own Twilight, or anything from those books.
Theft of Jake
Wolves ran through a forest at twilight. One wolf, with rust colouring on the flanks of his fur, dodged right around an evergreen tree. An image came into his mind, all the minds on patrol, actually, and the wolf let it come.
He saw only long dark hair swaying on a perfectly curved bare back. The focus shifted, sliding around to the front where the peak of a dark nipple and the underside of two breasts were all that was visible. Again, the mental view shifted, travelling down the soft skin stomach past a little mole beside her navel. And then a landing strip of curly dark hair glistened between a smooth v-shape, just above a small pink nub showing moist and invitingly.
Then he saw her face as she spoke. "I love you Paul."
He stopped running, digging his paws into the wet ground; the wolf heaved, tongue extended, and dry gulches burst from his throat. He could feel the other two wolves stopping, too, even though they were too far away to see.
"Jake. Paul. I'm really not gonna deal with you two patrolling together any fuckin' more. First I get wolfy blue balls from Paul. Then I'm sick from getting an accidental incest hard-on from Jacob." The thought came as the images had, through the shared pack-mind.
"Fuck off, Jared. She's mine, she's hot, and I love her," Paul thought to them.
Jacob's wolf head shot up. "Really Paul, you feeling my disgust is nothing compared to seeing my sister naked."
"You should be happy for us. Rachel is it for me," Paul said, pausing, and then, "I've been trying to tell you for weeks but you keep changing the subject."
Jacob could feel Jared starting to say something, but Jacob cut in first. "We're done discussing this."
"I'm gonna fuckin' marry her."
"You can't marry her yet. Paul, you have no real job. You have to lie about phasing into a goddamn wolf . And Rachel has two years left at College."
"Give it up Jacob," Paul said. "I want her; she wants me."
Jacob shot back his reply without thinking. "What if you imprint?"
He felt Paul's anger and, from Jared's eyes, saw Paul rise up off the ground.
"That's a low blow, Jacob," Jared said, and Jacob saw Paul charging in his own direction from Jared's eyes.
Jacob phased back from wolf to man. He shook his head, untied his shorts, slipped them up his legs, and started to walk through the trees toward the sound of the waves. He looked behind him and tried to remember what part of the patrol loop Paul was on. How much time did he have before he'd have to apologise to Paul about suggesting that he might imprint, knowing Sam was one of only three wolves to ever go through that in pack history.
Jacob made it through the tree line, smelled the waves, and let out a breath. In the distance, he heard a faintly erratic splashing sound.
"Shit," he said aloud, scanning the breakers for the source of the noise. He spotted what looked like a kid, and…a wolf? They were bobbing up and down, breaking the surface of the ocean and then disappearing completely, out between the rock formations.
Jacob broke into run for the ocean.
I could just make it to save them, he thought.
Then several things happened at once.
First, the full weight of a running tackle crashed into his back. Jacob felt his head snap back, and his arms pinned to his sides. His feet dug too far into the wet sand of La Push and he pitched forward.
Somehow, Paul was on him, and had him turned over, onto his back, before he could get the words out about the drowning boy.
Paul's fist connected with his jaw, and his ear opposite the impact popped with exquisite pain. Another fist landed on his lips, and Jacob felt the blood spray, hot up to his forehead, down onto his chest. Through the spray, though, Jacob saw Paul drawing back, low, to swing again toward Jacob's middle.
Jacob caught the fist with both hands, but the force of it drove his own arms into his solar plexus. Paul didn't even pull the fist away, he rose up onto the balls of his feet over Jacob and pressed the fist further into Jacob's hands and stomach.
Jacob had to stop this, and soon. The boy and wolf were drowning as they fought. He did the only thing he could think to do.
He lifted his knee, hard, and sickeningly felt Paul's testicles shift inside his shorts.
Jacob raised the upper half of his body, feeling grit cling to the blood on his face, chest, and back. "Someone stuck … rocks… cliffs"
Paul didn't seem to here. He had drawn up onto his toes, then collapsed on top of Jake, clutching his groin and moaning. He looked green. He was probably going to spew.
He pushed Paul off him, hard, and watched him fly back to the tree line. Jacob rolled sideways and pushed himself up to his feet and into a run. The sand flew up, stinging his legs with each foot's digging impact. At the water, he dove forward, torpedoing into the waves with what he knew was superhuman speed.
When he came up, he was almost entirely to the rocks under the cliff, just from that first dive. He swam the rest of the way and saw the the kid's head tipped back, mouth open, and filling with water. The boy clutched the wolf's body under his chin. Oddly, the boy wasn't moving from the spot. He seemed stuck by something under the surface. The rock clefts? Jacob gulped air into his lungs, plunged his head below the surface and blinked his eyes under the water. He needed to find what was holding the boy in place. He swam forward and, at the boy's legs, felt down, grabbing at the kid's shoes.
Those fucking laces are tangled in seaweed, Jacob thought.
Quickly with his hands feeling the tangle, he broke the knotted clumps of seaweed and laces. Then he lifted the boy, wolf and all, out of the ocean, and he kicked off the big rocks toward the beach.
Paul, still green in the face, stood waist high in the water. As Jacob neared the shore, and Paul, he felt Paul tugging all three of them from the ocean.
"Call for help," Jacob spat.
As Paul dragged them from the breaking waves and onto the sand, Jacob felt the boy shivering against him. The wolf was still. Then, once on the beach, he saw Paul run toward the forest. Jacob looked to the wolf on one side, then to the boy on the other. The boy choked and sputtered. Jacob put an arm around the kid, and realised he should say something.
"Are you cold?" The stupidity of the Question struck him as soon as it was out.
The boy started to cry, " My doggy, my doggy, please my dog-"
Jacob looked at the wolf. Part wolf, part dog, now that he looked closely. Under the mutt's matted fur, the chest lay still: no breathing, and no heartbeat.
He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the kid?
Jacob couldn't think of a way to break it to him. So they sat in silence, and after several minutes, the boy's shivering lessened, and his crying slowed down. Jacob realised that the boy knew.
Finally Jacob thought of something to say.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Brady," he said, and he sniffed, wiping away snot with a wet forearm. "You're hot, mister."
Jacob smiled. Then he looked at the dead wolf-dog. He could have saved them both, if things had gone differently today on patrol.
No, he could have saved them both if he had been there. That's what it boiled down to. If he had got there in time, this kid would still have his pet. His wolf.
"Mister?"
It took Jacob a moment to come to grips with that. He was only seventeen. It was odd being called 'mister'.
"Yeah?"
"Are my parents going to be mad at me?"
Jacob squeezed him by the shoulders and held him there for a second. He didn't know the kid's parents. He didn't know how they'd act.
So, when he heard the sounds of the ambulance siren, he took the opportunity to avoid the subject.
He stood and waved at the approaching vehicle. When he looked down, the boy was trying to lift the wolf's body. Jacob put his hands, firmly but gently, on the boy's shoulders and pulled him away. Then Jacob bent and scooped the dead wolf into his own arms.
They walked toward the ambulance together.
Guilt for having provoked Paul, at the moment anyway, felt like a half-drowned boy.
And a wolf's corpse.
"This garage is a shit hole; no time, no damn time." Jacob flipped on the light switch.
He swore to himself when he saw his own shadow. If his shadow had changed that much, what else had?
"Giant Leeches , Poor ass rez boys turning in to K9s , baby making genetic survival bonds." He thought. Then there was outside the rez."
"Bells," he said to himself, and as always, he felt the sigh that came with that name escape his lips.
Tomorrow she would be moving from her mom's house in Arizona to Charlie's for her senior year of high school .
He heard feet shifting the gravel on the path outside and getting closer.
Jacob lifted his head and sniffed. "Go away Embry; I just need some time," he said, and immediately heard the footsteps stop on the other side of the garage.
"You can't shut her out now, Jake. I mean, yeah. You can't tell her everything, but you need her, or someone," Embry said.
"She is going to know somethings off, big time. How am I not gonna explain things. Embry, I told her I loved her when she was here visiting for Christmas. Bells said it back. I was a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter and that was what…six months ago? Before I could turn into Rin-Tin-Tin, the rez patrol dog. I am not the Jake she said that to, or even the one she's known her whole life. Now I am Jacob," he said.
"Can I just come in?" Embry asked.
Jacob felt his fingers curl into fists. "No," he said, and the volume of his words reverberated off the garage's corrugated metal walls. He would have been startled by his own shout…if he wasn't royally pissed off.
He couldn't believe there was nothing private anymore, not even in his own mind.
"This," he said, stretching his arms wide so that his fingers almost brushed the walls, "is my fucking kingdom. I don't want to smell anything but me, tools, cars, tin, and earth. In fact, get out of the doorway. The wind is blowing your stink to me." Jacob drew his arms in, then, and sat in the middle of the floor.
What was the point of fighting?
"Jake, you aren't the only one with no privacy. At least you have had Bella to call, you didn't have to cut her off and ignore her when you first Phased, something on the outside you know?" Embry said.
Jacob heard the sudden crunch of gravel, and then a pattering of collisions on the side of the garage's siding.
Then the noises of gravel underfoot sounded again, and they were moving away from the garage. "Whatever dude, I came out to tell you that Rachel is almost done with making dinner, and Paul is over," Embry said, talking louder as he walked further away. "He asked her today; she has your mum's ring on, so look surprised." The footsteps stopped, and Jacob knew that Embry was listening for his response.
Jacob found the closest clump of earth and threw it towards his car.
Then his lips formed words. "What if does Paul imprints on someone?"
"HA HA, no one else is going to imprint like Sam, Jake-"
"It's Jacob now."
This made Jacob think of Sam. Poor fucking Sam.
From where he sat, Jacob heard Embry finish the walk to the house, and surprisingly, echoing Jacob's thoughts even without reading his mind.
"Poor fucking Sam," Embry was saying.
Jacob stared ahead, tapping the side of the plate that sat on his lap. Beside him on the couch sat his sister. Jacob couldn't make eye contact with her or Paul. 'The train-wreck in progress.'
How could they eat and kiss at the same time. What if those noodles got tangled up in their mouths? How would they sort out the tangled spaghetti? So gross, and Jacob was going to have to see the shit they got up to in Paul's mind tomorrow on patrol again.
"Fuck my life", Jacob thought, forcing himself once again to look away.
He shifted in bed, trying to get the dinner images of Paul, his sister, and the spaghetti out of his head. Looking at the alarm clock, he squinted at the numbers:10:02pm.
"Can't remember when I got in the sheets this early", Jacob thought.
From outside the house, he heard his sister's voice say, "I love you." Then smacking of t two mouths sliding together.
Jacob, moved his pillow over his head, and squeezed his eyes shut.
He thought of Bella.
"Bella's laugh, her voice, her smile, her hair, her lips…yeah her lips, there we go," Jacob thought. He brought one of his hands down to slide his dick out of the narrow opening of his boxers; he was already dripping. Jacob moved the cum all around his dick and started to grip it, moving up and down.
"Mmmm."
"Her lips…what does the rest of her look like? Her boobs - taking off her bra and seeing her boobs…"
"Fuck" he said, stroking himself harder and faster.
"Sucking on her tits, grabbing her waist. Bella touching herself. Taking her pants off, lying on his bed, spreading open her legs just for him to see."
He spread more of his cum around his cock. He beat it hard, choking his member and feeling how lubed-up he was. Bella, her spread legs still open, her touching the nub of nerves, and sliding one finger into herself.
His other hand groped for his catching-sock. Quickly slid the sock over the tip, still gripping his dick.
"Her finger moving in and out of her. Then two fingers," he thought. His stomach tightened, and his whole body jerked as he came into the sock.
He threw the sock behind the bed and rolled over. Bella would be only fifteen minutes drive away, starting tomorrow. He fell asleep with that thought in his mind.
AN; No way am I doing more than once a month updates. Writing brings out anal Justy. Anal Justy went missing after College. College was a very long time ago.
I dedicate my First chapter to the lovely "Start Speaking" button on my crack top. I abused you to many times during this process.
Thank u's to Conner (such a hard-ass), and the lovely Mist and Maggie.