"I don't understand you."

"Hah, that's a smooth line, coming from someone who's supposed to be able to read my mind."

"That's not what I mean, Jacob, stop being difficult."

"Tormenting you is one of life's few remaining pleasures, Eddy."

Jacob grinned, his warmest, fakest grin, flawless white teeth glinting against rowan skin as he turned in his seat to face Edward. Edward resisted the urge to growl, but being a werewolf had some perks; like being able to notice the tightened tendons in the vampire's neck, and, even more rewardingly, his wrists, where hands just itched to be balled into fists. Enough of this, he considered cheerfully, and he might get the rise he'd always wanted from Edward.

Edward, however, ever stoic and unexciting, just sat there and took it, as always.

"Why are you still here? Bella isn't coming back for quite some time. She went out with Alice. Shopping. In Seattle. Do you have any idea how many clothing stores there are... in Seattle?" Jacob could almost see the vein in Edward's temple pulsing; well, if there were any reason to pulse, that is. The teenager just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, resting his muddy feet on the pristine glass of the Cullens' coffee-table, leaving delightfully dirty smudges that he knew some leech was going to have a fit about cleaning later.

"Bells told me to come over, and I said I'd be here. I don't run off when people are counting on me."

The hidden connotation was thinly veiled in his voice, especially not to someone who could read minds. 'Unlike you.' was the unspoken truth in his words.

"It's hard to annoy me, it's really quite hard, but you, you manage to do it quite easily. It's like a hidden talent. Ability to annoy vampires... how quaint." Edward stated, looking displeased and quite like there was a bad smell in the room, pinched and tense. Which, given their proximity, Jacob assumed at least the bad smell part made sense.

"It's not hidden, believe me. It's a highly cultivated art. Werewolves take classes to get as good as me. I'm an artist, aren't I, Eddy? No piano for me, though. You've still got something I don't, at least."

But the words rang hollow as he said them, and they both knew it; Edward had Bella, and that was the thing, the only thing, that mattered. Jake had stood up, and paced next to the piano as he spoke. He now anxiously ran a hand through his chin-length black hair which was still ruffled and messy from his earlier run.

Jacob's thoughts arched through Edward's mind, as much as he wished he could tune them out, and they almost made Edward feel like apologizing. But just almost.

'Goddamn leech.'

"Jacob, just go home. You're doing no good here; Bella probably won't even be home today. Alice and Rosalie and Esme and Bella are in Seattle. Your thoughts are..."

"Are what, Edward? Pathetic? Sad? Desperate? Do I remind you of what a monster you are? If so, that's what I'm aiming for. I don't know what she sees in you."

Edward was about to speak when there was a loud banging noise from upstairs. Jacob's brows furrowed together, trying to pick out a scent in the air. He turned to face Edward, deep brown eyes confused and searching for an answer. He thumbed the air upstairs; motioning toward the sound. The vampire's amber eyes, however, were wide open; surprised and very, very disturbed.

"Oh... G... Jacob, talk. Say something. Think something."

Jacob's face darkened in confusion. "Wh... Why?"

"Just think something! Now, Black!"

"Think... think about what?"

"I don't know! School, your friends, Bella, if you have to, just... Oh...." Edward's stoic mask was beginning to crack. Jacob backed up a few steps toward the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?"

There was another loud bang from upstairs, this time accompanied by a muffled yell. It sounded like furniture was definitely getting broken.

"That sounds bad, Edward. I don't know what's gotten into you; I'm going to go check it out."

"No! Jacob, you don-"

But Jacob was already partially up the stairs, his bare feet leaving more smudges on the white carpet which, normally, would have given him some degree of sick satisfaction, but it sounded like there was a fight going on somewhere upstairs, and Edward was acting even more strangely than normal... Jacob moved quickly; the tattered jeans and white undershirt hardly interfering with his movement, tight as they were.

He was on the landing by the time Edward had finished his sentence. He was down the hall before the vampire had reached the staircase; element of surprise, of course. Outrunning a vampire deserved a certain level of pride, no matter what you were. Jacob smirked as he rounded the corner, amused for just a moment before he remembered that he should be rather concerned about the noises, the crashes and crunches that were becoming louder and more frequent as he neared the door to what seemed to be a bedroom. It was partially open already, clear signs of a struggle.

Jacob extended his hand toward the door, prepared to fight off whoever was invading the Cullens' home. He only had a moment to brush this rather disturbing instinctual reaction off before a block of marble closed around his his outstretched hand. "Really, Jacob, you don't want to see this."

Edward stated, gazing up at Jacob with almost protective, martyred honey eyes. But, for all his reflexes, he was just a second too late.

Jacob's hand had brushed the wood of the door and, while the two stared at each other, Jacob with annoyance, Edward with that look of a patronizing guard, the door fell silently open.

They both of them turned to the door, Edward with a cringe of admittance, and Jacob with a wide eyed stare of disbelief.

The room was huge, white, and airy, as was every room in the house. This room, though, unlike Edward's, was fully equipped with a bed. Light streamed in through a few skylights, sunlight filtering gorgeously through dancing dust. But it wasn't the sun, or the charming golden designs on the bedspread, or the even ornate oriental carpet that the pair of boys was staring at.

Because, there, amidst the gently swaying sheets of gossamer fabric that hung around the bed, moved three distinct figures. They all shimmered faintly in the sunlight, which glanced over them gracefully. It was a picture for a split second, all suspended and held perfect; three greek gods entangled in a game that no mere mortal could possibly understand or grasp. So beautiful that it was cruel, and it felt like a sin beyond sin to be watching. But, as the image came to life, Jacob couldn't pull his eyes away.

Everything burst into full speed, and it was clear who the moving statues were. Emmett was the most apparent, almost standing, his well muscled body nude and moving roughly, not caring for the quickly cracking wooden bedframe that was fighting a losing battle against his shins. He was like an oiled body builder, epitome of masculinity, his strong face focused, eyes closed, jaw lowered every few moments to rest upon the pale marble back beneath him.

His body flowed effortlessly into Jasper, whose head was tossed back, golden strands sticking to Emmett's broad shoulder, his lips open in something between a groan and a pant, the wan panes of his face intense, focused. Then he pressed forward yet again, pushing himself into the third, his lithe, sinewy form moving more sleekly than his 'brother's'. It was Carlisle that he pushed toward, face drawn and brows furrowed. But Carlisle was relatively controlled, a loving smile on his face as he pushed himself further up to meet Jasper, pressing their lips together in an indescribably passionate kiss, full of unadulterated love. His finger's laced over Jasper's back, tracing every minute, almost imperceptible scar, his other hand clutching a fistful of blankets, the only sign of pain he exhibited.

Jacob gawked as Emmett forced his way deeper into Jasper, causing the other to let out another groan of pleasure and pain before he rocked deeper into Carlisle, the man arching up to reach each new touch. It was beautiful and hypnotizing. The motions were sensual yet rough; Emmet pulling out and pushing in, pounding the blonde relentlessly with animalistic ferocity. It was balanced by Carlisle, who was all soft caresses and intense gyrations of his hips. It was Jasper who really made Jacob's heart pound, though, torn between Emmett's violence and Carlisle's attention. His body arched impossibly, lithe and sleek, writhing between the two, stuck somewhere in the middle. And he gasped and moaned shamelessly, nothing like the concentration or calmness of Emmett or Carlisle.

Jacob's eyes were wide as he stared, watching these men he barely knew take each other so completely. It was Edward who saved them, though; he'd been staring just as awestruck as Jacob was, but he snapped out of it first, and brought Jacob back from his trance by yanking the door shut. There was a long, awkward silence. Jacob stared at the wooden door and then, not knowing where else to look, the ground became a close friend.

Edward was at an equal loss for words, so instead just stared at the floor, who was apparently a good friend of his as well.

They were quiet for a long, long while, just listening to the noises with in.

"Oh god... Emmett... Emmett!" Jasper.

"Do... do they do that... often...?"

"When... the girls are out."

"I didn't think-"

"Harder! Harder!"

"-they were..."

"Gay?"

Jacob nodded.

"They're not."

Jacob just looked confused.

"But-"

"They just get bored. Get it out like this. Hundreds of year with the same girl..."

"You sound like you know."

"Jasper, oh... more..." That was Carlisle.

Edward cringed.

"They've asked me. But..."

"Mm."

"Oh, oh god... Fuck....Carlisle... Carlisle..." Jasper again.

"I don't know. It just never... appealed to me."

Jacob's brown eyes lifted, scanning Edward with a raised brow.

"You sure look like it appeals to you. You know... if that has anything to do with it." Jacob made an off-hand gesture toward the bulge growing in Edward's pants before looking away, awkwardly.

"I..." Edward was at a loss for words. Again.

"It's pretty strange, huh?"

"You wouldn't understand; Vampires live forever."

"Not a bad idea."

"Oh, fuck!" Emmet, now.

"We heal quickly, and can't impregnate anyone or get sick or-wait. What did you just say?"

"I said, not a bad idea."

Edward's eyes snapped up.

"What?" Edward asked in a tone of disbelief. Absolute disbelief.